By the way, I’m on a hiatus for personal reasons. Have a great day.
[Or almost totally unrelated.
I was watching the Cosplay Heroes thing on SyFy, and something Yaya Han said resonated with me.
Now - I don’t worship the woman. She says things I don’t agree with, and many things I *do* agree with. I’ve actually met her, and she was nothing but superduper nice to me, despite me weighing a LOT, and not looking like the picture perfect cosplayer. So I like her. I don’t think she’s the end-all, be-all of cosplay, but she’s a good cosplayer, knows her stuff, and is usually really nice. (unless you’re being judged, but then if you’re being judged, EXPECT TO BE JUDGED. duh.)
But yeah, digressing. So she said that you should Cosplay to your body type. Or more specifically, she said you should KNOW your body type before you decide on a certain character.
And it got me thinking - she has a very valid point.
Now, before you jump down my throat and say ‘but any body type should be able to cosplay any character! It’s their right!’ - I agree with that statement, too! And they don’t have to be a contradiction. Here’s how it works:
Know your body type. And in knowing your body type, know what your insecurities are. And don’t wear a costume that will bring those insecure areas to the fore. That isn’t to say you CAN’T, but that you shouldn’t. Not because it’s a cosplay faux-pas, but because if you wear a costume that leaves these insecurities bare, you are going to be uncomfortable.
And if you’re uncomfortable, you’re not going to be able to get into that character.
And if you can’t get into the character, then why bother cosplaying?
Because that’s the POINT of cosplaying.
It’s not about playing dressup. It’s not Halloween, much as those not involved in the scene would like to think it is. It’s not about being sexy (though that can be part of it, it is not the main focus of it). It’s not even about pouring your life savings into stuff.
It’s about becoming a character as best you can. It’s a form of role play, a form of LARPing, to one extent or another. You are BECOMING that character. And if you’re distracted because you’re insecure about the way your costume shows your stomach, or your arm, or that scar you got way back when, you’re not going to be devoting your attention to the character the way you should. You’re not *becoming* that character.
Now - if you’re the type that doesn’t feel insecure about themselves, regardless of your body type? Play WHATEVER you want. Just give it your all, and let haters hate. Because you rock, and you know it.
But know your body type. Know your insecurities, if you have them. Know your strengths, and play to them.
Cosplayer: KNOW THYSELF.
I HOPE that was what Yaya was saying, and not ‘oh, if your character is thin, then YOU should be thin’. Because she’s said many times that for her it’s all about attention to detail, to design work and effort put into the costume. It’s not about making it sexy, or putting yourself on display - that might happen depending on the piece, but for her it’s delivering a character.
Maybe I’m giving her too much credit.
Maybe I just pissed a bunch of you off by either 1) agreeing with her or 2) trying to defend her.
But I think that’s what she meant.
I HOPE that’s what she meant.
#1 YOU’RE FABULOUS AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK. <3 Chain me to your brain, I’ll be yours forever. I wish people thought more like that… I mean… I wish they THOUGHT. Especially before talking or writing… anyway…
#2 There are lots of different cosplay “schools” you were talking about people obsessed with body types. Well I knew someone who was beyond obsessed with HAIR. And insisted that if you wanted to cosplay you DEFINITELY had to have the right type of hair. That wigs were absolutely forbidden because they made cosplays look lame and that you had to do whatever to your hair to make it look exactly as the character you were portraying, even if it meant to live with an awful hairstyle/color for months at a time.
That’s as extremist as saying you can only cosplay characters who are the same body type as you. I know it would be weird for my 6’5” cousin to cosplay as Edward Elric who’s main characteristic is to be super short… well like you said, expect people to make fun at you, but I agree that it’s a matter of enjoying it. I think that setting strict standards like “you need to put EXTREME attention to details” or “it HAS to be your natural hair” is a way insecure people cope with their own problems, but that one should feel free to do their best with their cosplays and to craft them or make them as they see fit as long as the whole process is enjoyable and well… there’s always gonna be haters, but as long as we all bear in mind that it’s them who are filled with hate and not us the ones with a problem and can still enjoy whatever convention nevertheless, everything will be right with the world.
- That our muses want breaks too.
- That real life comes before role-play.
- That sometimes, I’m in the mood to do a certain threads more then others.
- That I’m scattered brained, and human. So I might of misplaced our thread.
- That RP is a stress relief, not a stress giver. So don’t force me to reply.
- That my Muse has feelings too, and isn’t just here for your goals, wants and amusement.
- And last, that the mun may be sweet, but that doesn’t mean I should be walked over.
Very wise words, my Prince.
Happy Birthday to my little girl!!
Three years ago, at 10:50 Am and after four hours of excruciating pain, my little trouble maker was born. Love you to bits kiddo.
And if you someday read this, know that you’re awesome because you love zombies and guns more than you do princesses and flowers and because there’s no way to keep you sitting uptight in pretty pink clothes. I love it that you’re rebellious and all over the place, even if it sometimes tests the little patience I have.
And I know it took us a long time to start getting along, but you’re amazing just as you are. Please don’t grow up too fast and never stop asking questions about the world you live in.
Happy third birthday, little miss!
csquallw asked you:
My biggest quiestion around SuperS is.. what are the outters doing while the bad guys are back?
Hotaru: Doing baby things
Setsuna: Doing death
Haruka: Doing Michiru
Michiru: Doing Haruka
[sounds about right…]
This is just… beautiful… Is this real?~
It is it is. Michiru keeps taking me to that kind of places and everything is possible in the first world =P That’s just an over sized fish tank ;)
Despite feeling the same way, Haruka couldn’t help a laugh at her lover’s words. They were so true it was funny in an ironical way, especially considering that such a talk was coming out of the delicate violinist’s lips. The very same that were usually showing their disapproval at other people being too physical instead of favoring romance. She found it cute, though and that made her desire for the sea princess grow bigger. “No way.” The blond teased. “You have another long day of training tomorrow. You can’t go skipping meals like that.” If she was lucky, maybe the musician would delight her with a pout or any other of her antics. “It won’t take long anyway. I’m starving.” She confessed while setting the table.
Green met blue and the grin on the racer’s face grew wider as one of her feet left her slipper to start innocently caressing her girlfriend’s calf under the table. In the meanwhile, she had started eating as if nothing had happened, her grin turning into an innocent poker face.
Food disappeared from her plate quickly. She was as hungry as her lover in every way, and her training had required a lot more physical strength than that of the musician, which is why your body was demanding more nutrients than her usual salad or light dinner.
Haruka accepted the mint with childish joy and popped it into her mouth before continuing with the cleaning and tidying up of their kitchen, that devious mind of her already plotting what would come next, after they were done with the chores.
Long pianist fingers had just accommodated the last of the dried dishes in place when the wind senshi felt her lover’s arm around her middle. A playful smile appeared when she turned around to meet her blue eyes, her own pupils as dilated as those of her partner. “If you insist.” She teased. After dinner, the racer’s desire was even greater, to the point where she wouldn’t mind to skip even the shower as long as they were getting down to business.
There was a quick pout - more playful than anything, as she knew Haruka was right - not eating wasn’t an option tonight. And she *was* hungry. Perhaps not as much as Haruka - racing took a great deal out of the other woman, as the cars ran hot and it took a good amount of muscle to maneuver the vehicles the way they needed to be steered. She knew from experience - one very scary-but-fun trip around the track, courtesy of Haruka, her pit crew, a dare, and Michiru’s unwillingness to back down from a challenge.
She was surprised the other girl didn’t eat -more- after time at the track! And that wasn’t even starting on the running she did.
Her breath caught for a moment as, shortly after beginning her meal, she felt one of those swift feet engaged in something far less athletic, and far more playful. How was she supposed to eat? She swallowed hard, struggling to keep her mind focused on the task at hand - and doing her best to ignore the foot. As if that could actually happen.
After their meal, the cleanup moved along far faster than usual, as much a ‘dance’ as setting up had been. The mint? She smiled a little to herself at the pleasure her soul-mate showed at being given the treat, knowing rather well just why she was so happy to accept - she felt the same.
Up on her tiptoes she went, closing the distance between their mouths in a slow, heart-quivering kiss. ”Mmm, I do,” she breathed the moment she drew back, fingers searching for their counterpart. When they curled around her lover’s hand, there was barely a pause before she began heading toward the stairs with her other half in tow. Only after closing the bathroom door did she indulge a little more, turning to catch her lover against the wood - gently, of course - graceful digits of her free hand lifting to clutch at the fabric just below her girlfriend’s shoulder as she claimed her lips again in a heated exchange. Tonight? She had every intention of exhausting her blond lover long before they managed to touch their bed.
The blond was a bit disappointed to hear that they’d be going to the bathroom again when the bedroom could be a lot more comfortable after a long day, but smiled and indulged. It was her lover’s element after all, and she was sure a long bath would help Michiru relax like nothing else could. Something akin to what a motorcycle ride did for her, when the speed was insane and the wind caressed her face.
Her fingers curled around the smaller hand and intertwined with them, letting her partner take her wherever she wanted. The racer’s bad mood had done enough damage for one day, now it was time to indulge in her girlfriend’s desires and, if she was to be completely honest with herself, her own too. Those brief kisses downstairs had left her as hungry for her lover as the violinist was for her.
The kiss came as a surprise, as she would have expected them to at least get in the shower first, but Michiru’s urgency only inflamed her own desire. Haruka’s arms wrapped around the musician’s slender waist and pulled her closer as she deepened the kiss. Whatever had happened before was forgotten for now, her senses focused on her partner only and eager to know what the rest of the night would bring in.
After a long, passionate kiss, the runner’s lips traveled down Michiru’s neckline until her clothes got in the way. Then, one of her hands let go of her lover and started looking for a way to get rid of those clothes. They were about to take a shower after all.
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