Death Note Rem Cosplay Novels & Stories

“Good morning too, Your Excellency. I don’t need something from you, but someone probably does.” My forehead furrowed. "Who?" “Good morning, Death Judge Noble Park! I am Renata Viglianco, known as Revi VI, the strongest captain of Atolon Island. ” A tall woman appeared in my sight. She was wearing a dark green overcoat jacket and black pants. She had a badge on her left shoulder—perhaps it was made of Ruby. Renata Viglianco . . . Her name wasn’t familiar but her face was. To be continued . . .

He pulled her hand into him jerking her body into his as he winded his hand around her waist. Her face is neutral giving out no expressions as she stared at him. He was drawn away by her eyes as they were lined with black ink and her lashes adorned with mascara. His eyes then scanned her down as she wore a white dress and he was stunned to look at her in the almost same outfit that he saw her for the first time at the crematorium. Except for that, she has a faint makeup on her. Her hair's ends were curled a little bit creating volume and these beautiful earrings are adoring her overall look. However, her neck is empty except for her nuptial chain.

This year's dance theme gave me the opportunity to cosplay a character from an anime that I have been dying to cosplay; GGK from Carole and Tuesday hence, I was very grateful. I am dressed in a jumpsuit consisting of patterns of the milky way in purple, sparkling stars swirling around, imprinted on it. I weaved my wooly hair into sections, like pigtails and wore my wake up like a shaman; a purple mole on my forehead like it was the key to accessing the next universe like GGK would always say. Mustafa wore something similar as well; only that his costume was a mix of denim and galactic fashion. Hopefully, our performance today would have people zoning out of this world and onto another realm.

Celeste Valentina Morau and Remy Tsatoke waited in the corridor—dressed for the dance. Celeste wore a floor-length black gown with crimson velvet accents—silver fang embroidery along the neckline, twin platinum tails high and playful, Lakeside Rams hoodie swapped for elegance. She looked sixteen but radiated Daywalker power—sunlight and lightning in human form. Remy stood beside her—black suit with crimson tie, silver beads in his braided hair, fang wristband matching the group’s. Coyote grin lazy, eyes gold-ringed storm-gray. Celeste smiled—small, knowing.

Its color was silver. His lock screen was an image from the Japanese anime Death Note; in particular, the genius character Yagami Light and his shinigami (reaper) Ryuk. His wallpaper showed a handsome man in a suit standing in front of a sports car. With the car, Dion would get on famously with her pa, Kate thought, but not so much with the suit. Mr. Lapuz, like majority of Filipino dads, didn’t own a single suit in his wardrobe.

Everyone turned their heads. In the heavily damaged front car, it shook slightly, and then a fair, jade-like hand emerged from inside. What is this now?! In the astonished gaze of the crowd, a petite girl, resembling a zombie, crawled out. She was dressed in all black, but it was the kind of adorable sailor uniform seen in Japanese anime and manga, reminiscent of a loli character. Coldness mixed with a hint of liveliness. She reached up and pushed aside a piece of scrap metal from her head, then bent down and pulled out a half-human-sized machine gun from the wreckage of the car.

Sumire accepted it and smiled beguilingly. "Sumire." the maiden briefly introduces herself. "Such an honor to meet a goddess like you," he then brought Sumire's hand to his lips. And soft lips gently landed on her hand. Dieu's similarly colored eyes wearing a sly smile darted on Mort from the distance who had been looking at them ever since. Mort stood there in his expensive black tuxedo. His tux was exquisitely cut and a perfect match for his cold and mysterious manners. His pair of pools of death were emotionless narrow squint beneath his black half mask defining his masculine prominent pointed nose. He oozes a menacing aura and it indicates his presence but the maiden failed to notice Mor

She took them off and started polishing and removing the blood. Her watch lit up, brightening the room she was in. She looked over with a blank face and saw the notification for her new mission. Kill the mafia boss and she's free to leave the life of an assassin. She's supposed to be happy, but after being through so much, she just can't provide proper emotions. "One last kill..." What she didn't know was this would be a rollercoaster to hell. SOFT music began as agent Blood Moon got ready for the night she will commit her last kill. Putting on an eye-catching leather cherry red dress that hugs her figure and black heels that makes her four inches taller. A masquerade ball, she remembers. A

I have to do it alone and he knew it, it was the way to test me; but he poisoned me with the hatred I just wanted to forget and yet I wasn't strong enough to make that decision. "I can't let you die...I don't want you to die" Hiroki apologizes in regret, very sad, but he knows that if I don't do it there might be more consequences. Aunt Akiyama lends me a kimono, at the top it was white and at the bottom it was red, I wore a waist band of the same color, but a little lighter and a golden buckle of a flower; I tied my hair in a low tail with a white ribbon.