The Cosplay Commandments1. Thou shalt treat cosplay as the art form that it is
2. Thou shalt be in character when in costume
3. Thou shalt attempt to create as much of their costume as possible
4. Thou shalt put effort into their creations
5. Thou shalt pass on the cosplay love to future generations
6. Thou shalt not be an elitist
7. Thou shalt respect different types of cosplayers
8. Thou shalt not confuse particular fashion types with cosplay
9. Thou shalt not confuse 'dressing up' with 'cosplay'
10. Thou shalt protect the name and reputation of cosplay
Ten Commandments of CosplayThe 10 Commandments of CosplayTen Commandments of Cosplay4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I-Thou shall be clean:
In this sence that you must make sure to Bathe at least once a day and if not able to do so for even that, deoderant is a super close second to coat yourself with. Coating yourself with cheap body spray/cologne just doesnt help, rather it makes it worse.
II-Thou shall not be a Creeper:
No heavy breathing behind a cute cosplayer, no following the Voice Guest to their hotel room to seal their pizza box (so you can claim that you have Johnny Bosh's pizza box), be mindful of personal space, leave the lude sexual comments at home, and when a person says to leave them alone....just leave them alone.
III-Thou shall ask before Glomping:
Be mindful that people put time into these costumes and Im certain they just want you to piledrive them with your Glomp into a wall breaking their costume (armor,mech, ornate decorations, props, face paint on a real fur tail). Be polite and ask first to give them what they feel is an ok glomp for them. Also
Who she isShe's so tiredWho she is4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of being upset
Of hating herself
When was the last time she looked in a mirror
And thought the girl staring back
That she was worth anything
Anything at all
The last time she felt truly loved
That she was needed
So lost now
In her worlds of fantasy
Where she is who she always wanted to be
She forgets who she really is
Always looking back
On what went wrong
What she lost
So many lies she has told herself
That not even she knows what is real
Gave up what she believed in
Because every night when she prays not to wake up
She would open her eyes to a new day
Looking in the mirror a monster stares back
One with tears running down its face
Wishing it was brave enough
To be itself and love who that is
Or at least have the courage to end it
To lay down
And give in to endless darkness
The Good Old DaysI remember every single moment.The Good Old Days4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The first moment that you held my hand in yours;
when you kissed my cheek for the first time,
when we landed tangled on the floor and our lips first met.
Those groggy moments when I woke up lying next to you.
Every time your eyes lit up when you smiled at me.
Those last moments of the night waiting at the bus stop.
Your warm hugs on a freezing winter's day.
The feeling of your heart pounding in your chest;
your soft touch blazing trails of tingles across my bare skin.
The scent of your amazing cologne invading the air, I love it's smell.
The gentle kisses and the intense passionate ones that took my breath away.
Those loving messages we sent when you were so far away.
The happiness we shared so often.
The joy I felt seeing you walk towards me in the air-port.
Being with you and getting so close, you will live in my heart forever.
The passion I felt for you so many amazing times.
Every time you made my heart skip a beat.
These are only a few of the things
Growing UpI used to be a good girl,Growing Up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always doing what I'm told.
But very soon I found,
That being good gets old.
I want to let my hair down.
I want to have some fun.
And don't try to stop me,
'Cuz you and I both know,
I'm not the only one.
I'm sick of being pretty,
Of being prim and proper.
If a girl wants some fun,
Why try and stop her?
I want to be free.
I want to be bad.
Give my best wishes to dad.
Tell him his little girl,
Is becoming all grown up,
And living out her life,
Just the way she wants.
Living NightmareThe streets are crying in bloody groans,Living Nightmare4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I drag my decaying weak body in woe,
My flesh crackles and peels and rots off my bloody bones,
The sky used to be blue but that was a long time ago,
My condition has sewn my mouth leaving it bare,
If I could I would continue to scream out to Hell,
I wait to wake from this living nightmare,
I can't remember if my family is dead or well,
I miss the warmth of the open dancing fireplace flame,
The only warmth I get now is the blood from eating the buzzards,
I remember feeling love from my family it doesn't the same,
Now I feel the maggots chewing my leftover innards,
I pray to death to end my long dark nightmares,
Death still continues to ignores my countless prayers .
Deep In thought"Hey" she said but he didn't reply. This wasn't something new to her. Whenever he was lost in his thoughts it would take about 3 to 4 callings to snap him out and get his attention.Deep In thought4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Helloooo" she said waving her hand in front of his face
"Oh hey" He replied in a tired voice.
She sat down beside him. "I don't get it. What goes around in this tiny head of yours anyways?"
"Nothing special, I just like to think about stuff."
"May I know what?"
"There's too much. Most of it I don't understand either."
"But please I want to know."
"Umm, this is what we'll do. You ask me about a particular thing and I'll answer what I think about it. Okay?"
"Yes! Perfect. So, what do you think about everyone in this world?"
"This world is nothing but an illusion. People run after lust and forget what they are really here for. They lie, cheat and backstab. They envy and jealousy overrules all humanity. They kill innocent people and let their family starve to death. Rich get all the pleasures of the
Writing dumpLove knows no limit.Writing dump4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond the stars we live.
Mirrors take you to a different world that we know nothing of.
Love never lies.
Love never fails.
Love is kind.
Wishing for death....can that really be the solution?
You only have one time to live so don't waste it on sucide.
War is never the answer, only love.
God will pick you up when you fall.
God will clothe the naked.
God will feed the hungry.
Heaven is real.
Don't let others hold you back.
Use your legs and move forward....Don't stand in the past.
Can you see your future? Cause I can see mine.
Kindness is a true trait we all need.
We're all the same we just think different.
The door is open, but you get to make the choice to go.
The hell is aways with you....It's in your head you know?
Insanity are any of us truly sane?
If you give love you should get some back.
The day is drawing near the end, so good bye.
The DucksShe always sat aloneThe Ducks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a bench in the park,
Feeding the ducks crumb by crumb
from yesterday's bread.
Everyday, the same thing,
until mid October.
She went to the park
that same bench at the lake,
but someone was there
feeding the ducks,
crumb by crumb,
from yesterday's bread.
She was unsure of the stranger.
No one else had ever
been there before she
in the mornings.
She sat down on the bench
away from the stranger.
The stranger spoke to her
in a soft, raspy voice:
"If you want me to leave
I most certainly will.
But I've seen you out here
everyday for the last few years."
She merely looked at him,
curiousity in her eyes.
She had never seen him before.
"Do I know you from somewhere?
I don't recall seeing you before."
She threw some crumbs to the ducks.
The stranger chuckled,
"You don't know me,
and I'm not surprised
that you haven't seen me.
I just pass through
on my way to my son's house."
"So you decided to stop
and feed the ducks?"
She wished she could read
what was goin on
Who Am I?Who am I?Who Am I?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I my dad?
Am I my mom?
Am I bad?
Am I dumb?
Who am I?
Am I my emotions?
Am I my actions?
Am I my devotions?
Am I my fashion?
Who am I?
Am I my hate?
Am I my memories?
Am I my fate?
Am I my glories?
Am I me?
What makes me me?
So what I'm human?
They all are.
What distinguishes me from them?
Is it my scars?
If we were all the same,
we would all be robots.
This isn't a game.
All these things are for naught.
What makes me is what I am.
I am not flesh.
I am my soul.
So who are you?
TimepieceThis cohesion staggers Timepiece4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some form of mechanized calligraphy,
And all my words
About-face, and this body becomes
A factory, a virus.
Typing my tongue into these pages:
My pen in the ink cartridge
And my soul sterilized.
Without my heart,
I am two pulses away
From becoming a titanium clock.
How to be a MotherNo one ever sang me, little girl songs.How to be a Mother4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So excuse me baby, if I get the words wrong.
No one ever took the time, to braid my hair.
So I might not know how, but I'm getting there.
I didn't have anyone, to teach me to cook.
But I promise that YOU, won't have to learn from a book.
The love I feel for you, is like that for no other.
Because you're the one who's taught me,
how to be a Mother.
Never And EverafterNever And EverafterNever And Everafter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know, I waited too long, and I can't blame anyone else, it's all on me, it's my own fucking fault
I was just always afraid of the predicted ending that was set, I was just setting myself up to fall
Every second of every minute, every hour of the day, every week in a month, after all of these years
This whole entire time, I've been living in this illusion of you, you have become my love and my fear
I'm breaking down here before you, today, because you need to do what has to be done
You need to reject me, you need to say those words to me, you need to take back your love
Because it was not meant for me, you need to take back what I never really had, which is all I have
You were my reason for everything, my reason for healing, because you fixed what was broken
But now, you need to break what you fixed, so I can try to fix myself, but I'm afraid of failing
You were my protector, my guardian, you were my love, but now, you're the one that's leaving
I can't promise you
No Understanding, No lies"I've been there before"No Understanding, No lies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I feel your pain"
"I can understand you"
NO YOU CANNOT!!
You think you can understand me?
Do you even know me?
Have you seen the horrors I have?
Have you heard the screams I have?
They're in the breeze
They're in the rain
They're in my head
Once you look upon it
You cannot un-see
Do you really KNOW me?
No, you don't.
I hate it when someone says they understand
When their eyes are shallow pools of water
Not even a centimeter deep
I hate it when they say they can help
When their words are just sweet whispers
That change into deadly spears
I hate it when a person says they have been there
When they have not suffered as I have
And use some dumb story that couldn't even compare
You cannot know me
I have seen too many things
I am always alone
Are you trying to comfort me?
Its better to leave me alone
I hear misery everywhere, even in my steps
Can you ever imagine what I have been through?
I have been to
InsideThe beast arises,Inside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuts and bites on my inner self,
Trying it's best,
It's hardest and wildest
To free itself.
The black fur
And it's penetrating,
Murderous and raping
Filling the space
Between my awake and sleep.
A smile of fangs
Accompanies the glare
As it pulls
And charges on the chains,
Two sets of them:
Its own, heavy,
To the darkness inside;
Mines, light and white,
Keeping it's raging intent
Yet it screams and howls,
And then you make your mistake.
My eyes turn its,
My hands guided
By muscular paws
Filled with fire.
The world becomes simpler
No distance too far
For the raging beast
Peaceful disgrace and fear,
The soothing noise returns.
Again the beast
Stomach filled with the feast.
Chains and locks hold it in place.
Will it be the next time
My chains fail?
How I Spend My WeekendsCosplay: The art of making and wearing a costume based on the design of a character form an anime, manga, video game, cartoon or the like and wearing them to conventions, photoshoots or personal reasons.How I Spend My Weekends7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Cosplayer: A person who practices the art of making and wearing a costume based on the design of a character form an anime, manga, video game, cartoon or the like and wearing them to conventions, photoshoots or personal reasons.
My friends, I am a cosplayer. I make costumes. Many of my besterest friends make costumes. I cosplay. Now although it is my favoritest hobby of mine, and I am a proud, proud person for it, it also causes me some trouble.
a) Its the geekiest thing ever
b) Some people look at you like youre crazy when you do it
c) I just now discovered after a year and a half that it is easier to just say I make costumes than to say I make costumes and wear them to anime conventions.
Now, many of you are aware of this. Some of you are now laugh
The Snowball EffectMonsters are real and they like to tell stories about us.The Snowball Effect4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're scary because we can walk around in the day light.
We only check our closets to make sure no one found the skeletons.
What you became is something that I find difficult to explain.
I promise that I try, but sometimes my mind won't let me.
I'm still fighting the instinct to protect you, long after you're gone.
If I wasn't cursed with hindsight you would remain a child in my eyes.
Do you truly deserve that kind of liberation?
Nobody wants to play an equal role in helping me destroy these memories.
Yesterday, I heard the echo of our laughter in the cries of a lost child.
I held her hand and waited for the mother to come rescue her.
She hugged me and thanked me for keeping the girl safe.
I never feel good about myself anymore.
It hasn't felt right to touch anyone accept the ghosts I see in my dreams.
This isn't about love or leprosy and I'm not a rat floating down the river on a wheel of cheese.
Do you see what I mean?
What Doesn't Kill You...Chp 1 1What Doesn't Kill You...Chp 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My True Dream Man
I glanced at the calendar. The 19th of September. It had been exactly four months from today that I walked in on my fiancé with another woman. For the past week I had been trying to prepare myself for today, trying to construct an emotional buffer t
I Like YouThe TV lights up the room at one o' clock in the morning. Jake is in the tent next to me and Madison is sleeping in her room. If you haven't caught on yet, we're having a sleepover. Whenever I sleep over, Jake and I camp out... In his living room.I Like You4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Madison and Jake have these tents that are box-shaped and have holes on each side for an entrance. The tents can connect together, lining up the hole entrances. So Jake and I lay down next to the holes connected so we can talk throughout the night. So we can actually get some sleep, we drape blankets over the tents to keep warmth in and lights out.
I'm just laying down in my tent, watching TV, wondering if Jake is still awake. Earlier, his parents walked into the living room, so we had to pretend to be asleep.
As if reading my mind, Jake's head pops into my tent and his voice is a whisper. "Lexi? You awake?"
I smile. "As you can see, I still am."
"I need to tell you something." He says as he crawls into my tent. "It's about who I like."
Lonely.Ok, so I'm lonely. I get lonely sometimes- most of us do.Lonely.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It doesn't hurt any more- meaning that I must be 'over it'. Even if I, believe it was a stupid thing to be 'into' in the first place.
It was new to me, to find someone so much like myself- I liked that.
I also liked taking care of you. I liked feeling wanted- needed. I guess, in some strange way, I miss that.
I miss having someone lie next to me, and wrap their arms around me. I miss feeling cared for, loved, important, special, safe.
I only need some company. Someone to stay the night. Friend of foe, someone to hold me tight.
They don't have to be yours- anyone's arms might do.
I'd just... Rather not stay by myself tonight.
Love After Tears 4It had started raining, and as we approached his large red truck I couldn't help but let a skeptical laugh slip out.Love After Tears 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What?" He questioned, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Nothing." I said quietly before pulling open the enormous door and climbing in. The seats were a tan leather, and the dashboard was covered with all sorts of buttons and a difficult looking radio.
As he pulled out of the parking lot, he switched on the heat and I felt myself slowly begin to fade as the warmth brushed against my face.
"It's really starting to pour." I heard his masculine voice say indifferently from the opposite end of the cab.
I snuck a peak at him and noticed that he was squinting just to get a good view through the windshield. I turned my head and my heart beat quickened as I saw the droplets of rain smashing against the glass. It was all too familiar, the truck, the rain, "Yeah." I choked out, slowly gripping the edge of smooth leather seat. I forced my eyes closed, hoping the rain would light
Calm and RelaxedCalm and RelaxedCalm and Relaxed7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ranae was lost, though she didn't know it yet. It was a traumatic thing to admit for an eight year old. There she was, in the woods, without anything to turn to. Stupid Riolu! She said to no one. If he had just let me pet him, I could be home! She was referring to a Riolu she saw on the edge of the forest. It was so cute! She loved its big ears and sweet face, she just wanted to reach out and give it a hug. Her parents were distracted for a brief moment, and that was all it took for Ranae to sneak out, and chase after the pokemon.
Ranae was a stubborn eight year old. It was behavior that often got her in trouble in school, and now it had landed her lost in the woods. She was not a weakling by any means. Being out and playing, she was fit for her age, and acrobatic. This was something that didnt mesh well with pig headed ness at her age. More than once, she had been in f
she who eats the light, he who commands the deadThe queen of the dead waits vigilantly for her lord on his bone-erected throne. She smiles, hooking her legs over the arm of the throne, and simply wills time to move quicker. When her lord finally stumbles in, exhausted from keeping souls in line, she merely rises and moves to his side, looping an arm around his waist to support him.she who eats the light, he who commands the dead2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Forget the servants tonight,” she whispers, her sweet breath hot in his ear, and he nods, tired more than anything else.
She leads him to the bath, stripping his clothes away and all but lifting him into the hot water. She pours scalding water over his head, but it does not feel scalding to him. The underworld is cold enough that any warmth to be had is all the same.
His queen is the only consistent warmth, the only glimmer of light in the depths of hell.
She finishes cleansing him, the remnants of not-to-be-easily-deterred souls removed from his skin, and she lifts him out slowly.
“Come, my lord,” she murmurs, and he follows
I'm no damsel in distressOnce upon a timeI'm no damsel in distress4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Isn't that how all the stories start?)
Well hers was a little different
(But I still know it by heart)
A beautiful princess
(Isn't that who all the stories star?)
Well she sure was beautiful
(Just not the way they are)
They are damsels in distress
(Locked away in towers)
But no prince came to save her
(And she would wait no more hours)
She wasn't weak
(She stood up tall)
She saved herself
(And showed them all)
She lives on free
(Her story remembered to this day)
No one had to save her
(She found her own way <3)
Twelve days of cosplayTwelve days of CosplayTwelve days of cosplay6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
On the first day of cosplay the otaku gave to me
A deathnote and L's true name
L: What?! o.o
On the second day of cosplay the otaku gave to me
Two scary ghosts
And a deathnote and L's true name
On the third day of cosplay the otaku gave to me
Three basement dwellers
Two scary ghosts
Istuki: Scary? o.o
And a Deathnote and L's true name
On the fourth day of cosplay the otaku gave to me
Four Gotham Villains
Three basement dwellers
Two scary ghosts
Itsuki: Sae, am I scary?
And a deathnote and L's true name
L: Yagami-kun you wouldn't! 0.0
On the fifth day of cosplay the otaku gave to me
Five cosplay props!
Four Gotham Villains
Catwoman: Ivy, aren't you cold?
Three basement dwellers