The Cosplayers Survival GuideThe Cosplayers Survival Guide5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Cosplayer: One who creates a costume based on a character from a popular video game, manga, comic, movie, or graphic novel, and goes to conventions.
Convention: A large group of fans and cosplayers to appreciate the fandoms they enjoy, and have fun together.
Now that we know the basics of what these two things are, you should have no problem understanding everything I'm about to say. Whether you are a newly discovered cosplayer, or a continuing one, this guide is here to help you along the way of what goes on at cons, how to get through the hard parts, and enjoy the fun parts. Now I've been a cosplayer for only one year, but that doesn't mean that I haven't had the time to observe and even witness some off spectacles that go on at these conventions. I had to deal with them, but I figured I'd try and help the less fortunate people. My idea? Create a guide that informs people of everything they encounter. This is the Cosplay Survival Guide.
Now let's say that it's a few weeks or so befor
Charfade's Con Survival GuideCharfade's Convention Survival Guide and Check ListCharfade's Con Survival Guide6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-------------------------For everyone attending the con!-------------------------
►Driver's license and insurance information Most conventions require a Driver's license/ government issued ID to attend events. Have a copy of basic insurance information, contact information if anything should happen to you during your weekend stay. Especially if the convention you are attending is going to be out of state.
►Any convention related information This includes the address and directions to the convention area. Also leave a copy of this information with anyone at home/friends/family members so they can get a hold of you. If you've pre-ordered your convention tickets or hotel room reservations be sure to bring a copy of the receipt(s).
►Deodorant! This should go without saying, but you'll be surprised at how many people either forget or do not use! Which is why deodorant gets it o
Mistress, Princess, Murderer, QueenWhen Roy Mustang first met Riza Hawkeye, he did not yet consider her royalty. In those first few months, she was two things to him: the young mistress of the Hawkeye household and an enigma. Riza was a very guarded girl, keeping to herself most of the time and speaking to Roy only when necessary; if she could, she would only respond to his questions with a small nod or a quick shake of her head. At first, Roy wasn't sure what to make of her. After all, the women he had lived with before coming to live with Riza and her father had never been quiet; they would always find something to talk about. It would've been easy for Roy to dismiss Riza's silence as her being cold if not for her most expressive feature: her eyes. Roy had been captivated by her eyes, big, tawny orbs that always had the slightest shine to them. These organs always gave away her true feelings, her real thoughts on things. He saw something in those eyes, a heart breaking display that, once he saw it, he wanted to eradicMistress, Princess, Murderer, Queen2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Remembering CoulsonA heavy silence hung over the shawarma restaurant where the Avengers were enjoying their after-battle meal. No one wanted to speak because that would open the flood gates, allowing all sorts of questions and the trauma of what had just occupied to overwhelm them. The only noise in the entire shop came from from the owners sweeping up the dust and debris the Avengers had tracked in with them and Loki who sat in the corner, his muzzle firmly in place and his hands cuffed around a table leg, and watched them eat. But no one spoke. No one even made eye contact.Remembering Coulson3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The atmosphere was stifling. Clint didn't know why but now, without the heat of battle, everyone seemed so distant. He knew he had missed a large chapter of their time as a team but out in the field they had worked so well together. Now it was as if they were all strangers. He could understand them treating him like an outsider, he had been their enemy for a short time and was naturally inclined towards separation. He hadn't reached
Merry Christmas Italy GerIta SS Exchange '11Germany isn't great at feelings and sometimes it worries meMerry Christmas Italy GerIta SS Exchange '114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't understand what happened, one minute it was bright and sunny but the next it was raining none stop. Dark clouds covered the sky making everything seem darker and more foreboding, it was creepy even though I was safely staring out one of the windows in Doitsu's house. I sighed backing away and walking down a long brightly lit corridor still thinking about Christmas and the party Japan was holding at his house this year. Of course me and Germany were going but the thing that was stuck on my mind was the fact that everyone would be exchanging gifts with the one they love the most. It was something Japan mentioned and I hadn't the slightest doubt in my mind the big brother France would buy everyone a gift. It was him we were talking about after all, but Doitsu wasn't exactly big on such things. Lately more so then ever and it was nagging at my mind. He's been ignoring me, avoiding me and finding excuses to leave me a
Symptoms of an anime conSYMPTOMS OF ANIME CONVENTIONS: What to expect when going to an anime conSymptoms of an anime con5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Pre con hyper-activeness
This can come at random times after making it official that you ARE going; hyper activity which may scare your mundane (non anime) friends; or an obsession with the con
Also happens right after getting your costume or costume supplies
- Once you buy your supplies, you want to do nothing but make your costume; shutting yourself off of the internet just to make it
-Will not stop talking about what you're gonna do for the costume
DURING THE CON
Lack of sleep
Lots of caffeine
Wake up super early
No precautions as usual as to what to say around strangers dressed in odd outfits
Attacked by Fan-Girls (Only if your costume is a popular character/major slash pairing)
Lack of healthy food
Wasting money on plushies
Loss of The Game (Hah you just lost! Don't get it? www.ilostthegame
Point of View Ciel X Disabled Reader Part 1Point of View Ciel X Disabled Reader Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Master Ciel, would you mind waiting for me here for just a moment. I need to pick up a few things for tonight’s meal. I have a feeling we'll be needing a bit more than usual.” Sebastian smiled down at Ciel. “I promise it will just be a moment.”
“Fine, but make it quick. I don't wish to miss my tea time.” Waving Sebastian off, Ciel sat down on a nearby bench to wait. Loud laughter could be heard from where Ciel was sitting. The sound annoyed him quite a lot. Wanting to see what all the commotion was about, he stood to his feet and walked in the direction of the noise. A large group of people were gathered around something, or someone. “What's all the noise about?” As soon as the group of people saw Ciel, they made a run for it, figuring they were in some sort of trouble.
Why if it isn't Master Ciel Phantomhive. I'm sorry about that. It's my fault they were being so obnoxious.” You smiled up at Ciel.
Someday || Germany + PrussiaSomeday || Germany + Prussia2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“W-what are all you dummkopfs saying? G-Gilbert isn't dead! He's... He's... Somewhere... I know it... I know...” Roderick mumbled. “He has to be…”
His fists were clenched at his side as he watched the empty casket lower into the ground. Elizabeta tried to comfort him but no amount of soft words and gentle touches would calm him. There was no way that Gilbert was dead; no way in Heaven or Hell that the thick-headed general would have just gone missing – he would not just die. The ‘Great’ Gilbert was too ‘awesome’ to just die. His dark eyes looked across the pit to the blonde on the other side.
Standing ridged and cold next to his brother’s grave, hand against his forehead with murky eyes on the sky, Ludwig appeared to be the definition of composed. Roderick knew different; the swirls of darkness in his once bright blue eyes, the stiffness in his stance, the cold way in which he attended to the others at the funeral and t
God's Dream GirlRage on, oh tempest!God's Dream Girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I am her Redeemer!
She comes to me like a young doe
And hides within My refuge
I shelter her under My wings
My feathers drip with blood
I poured out for her in loving sacrifice
I walked through pain and death for her
So she reveres Me
And runs to Me alone from all trouble
She knows I am her Defender
Her Fortress, her Safety and Holy Warrior
Rage on, oh tempest!
My power is enough for her!
I am all she needs
My grace is sufficient for her
And My Truth is her favorite song
She comes to Me with luminous joy
At all times
In sorrow, fear, anger, and praise
Willingly, she offers Me her tears
For I am her sole security
She is everything if she is anything
Because of Me and Me alone
The way she serves delights My eyes
And her generosity
Is the most enchanting fragrance
Her hands are treasures
Weaving goodness and serenity
Sharing the richness I have given her
My angels gaze down upon her with wonder
And she is a blessing to her generation
Not only does she wear gratitu
World War II: A Hetalia Love Story: Chap. 2World War II: A Hetalia Love Story: Chap. 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Germany and Japan’s eyes widened at the Italian’s behavior. “Who is she and why does Italy know her?” was the question that rang through their head. Slowly however, they noticed that the woman’s eyes were wide as well. With a tremendous push, the small female launched Italy into a pile of cars. Germany yelled out to him, “Italy!”
Italy rose from the car pile and looked at the one he called Ib. “Why did you-a do that bella?” he asked as he walked over to her.
“Lo siento Italy,” she apologized in his language, “I don’t like my personal space invaded.”
That caused the Japanese representative to blink and stare at her slightly. Italy pouted, waving his arms around, “But you-a always liked my hugs!”
“That was when we were younger, Italy. I have changed and I can tell you have to,” she said, picking up the sledgehammer and laying it on the now destroyed-to-oblivion car.
Italy pouted mo
Letter for the deceased.Letter for the deceased.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I am writing to validate my... Emotions.
As i have a serious difficulty in expressing my deepest feelings in fear of being vulnerable, i figured writing them down would probably clear my head... Somehow.
I know you are gone... The hardest thing i have ever had to come to terms with and accept... And i am not stating this lightly. As i am now in complete solitude, i only have my thoughts and memories to keep me company... Even so, i am certain this is nothing compared to the agony you had to live with each and everyday.
Growing up in the Uchiha household, i thought life couldn't get any better, this being when i was very young. We had a happy, healthy family. A wonderful network of people linked together and bonded by blood. Life was simple and i was happy.
Everytime i got to spend time with my big brother, i was on cloud nine. You... Itachi. You were so cool, so strong and smart. I wanted to grow up and be just like you. Just like my Nii-san... You were my hero.
I would train h
Germany x Reader: Time"[Name], I need you to meet someone." Your cousin said after walking in through the front door with a smaller figure next to him. You slipped a bookmark into the magazine you were reading and set it on a nearby coffee table as you slid your feet off the futon. Curiously, you looked up at your cousin as you walked toward him.Germany x Reader: Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Since you lived with your cousin, it wasn't unusual for him to walk into your house because he owned the place after all. He took you in after both your parents died two years ago when you were about eleven years old. Since then, it had always been the two of you living together. However, this was the first time he had such a calm yet urgent tone when bringing over a guest.
"What is it?" You asked him and turned your attention to the German boy next to him. He was about your age with short blond hair and pale skin. His sharp blue eyes were downcast but looked hard as he stared at the ground. You noticed he was wearing a coat that was several sizes too big for him a
Man in My NightmaresEver since I was nine years old I've been haunted by these nightmares.Man in My Nightmares3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When they started I got them every night. These nightmares were never very clear; it's always been comparable to looking through warped, fogged glass but after so long I can make out most of what I'm seeing.
Most of them consist of myself being chased by what looks to be women crawling across the floor after me at impossible speeds, always with that horrid growl. Other times I would be hiding from these headless, tall, black figures.
Although they scared me I didn't think much of them and I didn't tell anyone because it simply didn't occur to me that there may be an underlying reason for them. But eventually my parents found out and when they discovered that I'd been having said nightmares for over a month and nothing they did seemed to help they sent me to therapy.
Once a week I would go in, I'd be asked if I was still having the dreams, I'd say 'yes', and then I'd be asked questions that to this day I can't imagin
Androphobiai was stitched lips and a flightless raven heart-Androphobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all sex and a contorting spine;
his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.
& between you and me: i feared his teeth,
& tongue, & honest organs-
with skin that begged, 'please, don't touch me.'
don't touch me.
don't fucking touch me.
i am not soft.
there is a war raging in my lungs,
screaming through the uncharted galaxies
of my wanderlust heartstrings.
i am not soft.
i am lust, & war, & envy
i am sin,
& the kind of prosetry yet to be proofread.
but he wanted to claim my guarded ghost eyes
and crossed legs.
'justlet me hold you.'
his callused hands were cancer,
my still body, a clock.
25 Random Insults Comebacks25 Random Insults and Comebacks25 Random Insults Comebacks6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. You: Your hair is messed up.
Person: Your brain is messed up.
You: At least I have one
2. It's funny, how a [guy, girl] like you can have such a tiny brain and still have a huge mouth
3. Man: Havent I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, thats why I dont go there anymore.
4. Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.
5. Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: Im a female impersonator.
6. Man: Hey baby, whats your sign?
Woman: Do not enter.
7. Man: If I could see you naked, Id die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, Id probably die laughing.
8. Youre so slow it takes you an hour and a half to watch Sixty Minutes.
9. I don't think you are an idiot, but then what's MY opinion against everyone else's?
10. I hear the only place you're ever invited is outside.
11. I don't know what makes you so freaking stupid, but it really works!
12. If we were to kill e
So much more then a webcomicHomestuck. To many it was just a story.So much more then a webcomic3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Just a webcomic
They were all wrong, it was something more then that it was real.
And the players, Humans, Trolls, They were us and Hussie was getting us ready for the game
The game that would decided are future
How could we be so blind we were all so stupid like are think pan’s were clouded over by sopor slime, All the connections to real life events, all the strange happenings, the world ending.
I should have see it coming
Me the new carcinoGeneticist
But I was blind to see that my past self was stupid
We were all stupid
And now were entering are new game session
Our new world in hopes to save this world
Remember all those nightmares
All those dreams that were like memory's
They were though
all to real to be something that was made up in our own rotted think pan’s
The dreams of my ancestor were horrible
The truths that happend
All of it
It was bad and there was nothing I could do
Fall.Have you ever felt like you want to fall? But what lies beyond that fall is what's keeping you propped up until you're ready to burst. Ready to cry, to scream, to throw the mother of all tantrums until your voice has gone and you're too tired to move from where you dropped.Fall.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you don't.
You smile and laugh and light cigarette after cigarette and push the feelings back until you can't push them anymore. Until there's no more room in your head. And that's when the habits begin. Habits turn into tendancies that turn into addictions. And then the addictions become familiar, like home and like family.
And that's when things really start to fall apart.
Wa! Wa!! World Ondo - English LyricsWa! Wa!! World OndoWa! Wa!! World Ondo - English Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Axis: Wa! Wa! Wa!
Italy: Sore, sore, sole!
Allies: Wa! Wa! Wa!
Russia: Sovi, soviet!
China: Aiyah! Aiyah!
Italy: Sore, sore!
Italy: A handshake and a kiss, buon giorno
Japan: And from Japan a konnichiwa
Germany: Now align your ranks! Guten tag!
Italy: Now, now, everyone, sing with Italy!
All: Wa! Wa! Wa! World~! Wa! Wa! Wa! World~!
Italy: Everyone, form a circle
Germany: Form a flower
All: Let's all dance to this World Ondo~!
Italy: Oh, sole!
France: The English, their only counter is sarcasm.
England: Like how Paris isn't full of frogs!
America: Houston, we'll have a problem once they stop fighting!
Russia: VODKA! Why don't we—
China: Ganbei! Have a drink?
All: Wa! Wa! Wa! World~! Wa! Wa! Wa! World~!
America: Everyone, form a ci
Anthem of The ForgottenAnthem of The Forgotten4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ludwig is not a musical man.
Well... That's not entirely true. He appreciates a tune when he hears one... and has enough sense of pitch to be irritated when Feliciano sings loudly and off-key in his ear. That's just obnoxious.
But no, Ludwig has never really bothered to pursue the musical path; he's always been much more focused on more practical matters, like training and money and keeping things running smoothly. He has nothing against Roderich for devoting so much time to music, though he really does wish the man would take something else in life seriously for once, nor does he hold Gilbert's taste against him.
Though, Ludwig does occasionally look back upon the day Gilbert discovered heavy metal, and shudder. He's had to smack his brother to get Gilbert to hear him far too many times. And that thumping bass just gives him a headache.
Yes, Ludwig is used to Gilbert's irritating bass, his obnoxious guttural, screaming music and the equally grating manufactured techno beats. They've j
forgotten dataThe first Pokémon game I ever playedbut didn't ownwas Pokémon Yellow. It was my first experience with the game, but I already watched the show, obsessed over the cards, and collected every piece of Pokémon merchandise I could get my hands on. The other day, when I felt like reliving that old first-time rush, I trashed my room and found Pokémon LeafGreen version. It looked a bit weird, a little darker than I remembered it being, but maybe I was just imaging things. Having not played the remake game for about two years, I didn't remember all that much about it, other than the main player characters. Ready for that old wave of nostalgia, ready to see Blue and Red, I pushed the game cartridge into my red Gameboy Advance SP, and clicked the power switch to on.forgotten data4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The game started with the usually title movie, ending with the screen with Venasaur, and the command to 'Press Start.' Smiling, already immersed in the old memories made new, I pressed the s
too young to give up| shy boy |too young to give up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- regrets every moment;
- is scared of truth;
- buries his head in a pillow and cries,
This isn't the way it was meant to be.
| broken boy |
- trembles because he doesn't like silence;
- tries to fit the pieces of his heart back together;
- bites his lip and whispers,
I hate this part.
| determined boy |
- dreams of hot summer breezes;
- kisses uncertainty goodbye;
- looks her in the eye and says,
I'm all that you ever wanted.
he grits his teeth and murmurs,
I'm going to make you happy.
[she has no idea]
This is it!New GirlsThis is it!3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a cold day in Norisville. All the students were excited at Norisville High, since new students were coming! The students in Señora Jorge's class looked eagerly at the door. Randy and Howard were wondering what the new students looked like. They wondered what there interests were and other stuff but, most importantly they wanted and wished that the newcomers were two freshman girls. When the one minute warning bell rang, Señora Jorge looked at the door with worried eyes.
She whispered something beneath her breath. Probably something in spanish, Randy thought to himself. He turned to his best friend Howard Wienerman who looked like he just won a whole bunch of Mc. Fist stuff. Randy moved his hands to get his best friend's attention. "Hey Howard..." Randy said still trying to get his best friend's, or as Senora Jorge called it, "amigo's", attention.
It took Randy quite a while to realize that his best friend was looking at t
Azure WillAzure WillAzure Will6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dont move, several threatening voices rang out. We have you surrounded.
Haseo, the leader of this group that had their victim surrounded, so to speak, grinned in anticipation. Oh, how long hed been waiting for this very moment. Oh, for how very long he had fantasized over what he would do if hed finally caught the AIDA hed been searching for; obsessing over for so long.
True that, the few people that had called out the cliché we have you surrounded, -one of them including Kuhn- had in a bit, ruined his dramatic moment, but for this moment specifically, he didnt care about anything but the execrated PKer before him that had been bound in chains.
This vile little boy was his main no, ONLY focus now.
Kuhn, like the rest of them, were the minor details. They were nothing more than the background to him now.
And that was exactly what he wanted.
Kuhn, he ordered. The rest of you can go.