#silk Cosplayer

[black-salt-cage]

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[maysoulrose]

Happy Valentines day! The valentines jester has blessed you with her presence 🩷❤️🩷❤️

I had SO much fun making this outfit, but was also sick during it so it was a struggle 😅

I'm currently editing a video showing my sewing process and some fun modeling at the end 🩷

Outfit: made by me!

also hey, I posted a yt vid of how I made this!

Here it is

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[hydraworx]

I recently recreated Verona’s costume from Van Helsing (2004). 15 yards of hand gradient dyed natural fibers.

Photography by Honey and Heather Photos.

[yanderepuck]

So with Joann going under and as a Fashion/Costume Designer and a cosplayer I need a place to get fabric and notions, and I know many others feel lost as well

So I made a short simple list of online fabric stores as well as notions .

Please share with anyone you would like. If you have recommendations of things to add please let me know.

There's only a few right now of ones I know and have used

I may add a few niche ones like Silk Baron but I am mainly adding ones with many options and maybe add a niche section later

More places with trims would be nice, or even patterns, historical, cosplay, or everyday.

[thebluedressproject]

Testing out silk swatches from @silkbaron with Tumblr. I am leaning toward Serenade and Amalfi, which are both textured taffetas. Taffeta will allow for a lot of support of the decorative elements but will be a bit pricey if I use silk. I will look at getting some polyester options.

[residenthesitant]

It's finally here!!! I'm finally able to post my Blackrock Chronicle: Rising Rythian (and bonus Zoeya!!) cosplay for @mcyt-couture-zine. This project is, quite sincerely, over eleven years in the making - one of my very first cosplays ever was S3 Rythian, which I wore Halloween 2013. I am so happy to finally be able to show this off; I'm incredibly proud of it, and it is truly the culmination of my sewing journey.

The zine released yesterday! Go check it out!! Everyone's work is incredible and deserves your attention. A massive thank you to my photographer for indulging me on this shoot, and to @blocky-tides for putting this event together!! More talking, close-ups, and details under the cut.

Cloak embroidery close-up + the one photo with my eyes/hair in it:

Almost everything in the Rythian cosplay was made from scratch, save the boots, shirt, and belt. The coat is a modified Victorian men's coat made from cotton-linen blend with polyester piping, cotton lining, and wooden buttons; the waistcoat is a 1910's low-fronted vest made from polyester damask with metal buttons salvaged from a marching band jacket; the cloak is a modified Victorian women's opera cloak in a linen-viscose blend, with metal buttons, polyester mesh lining, and hand-embroidery; the pants are Victorian men's pants in red dupioni silk; the hand wraps are made of muslin; and the mask is purple dupioni silk with bubble gauze linen lining and hand-embroidery. The mushroom earring and ender pearl cage pendant are also hand-made! It didn't make it into any of the photos, but I also bleached a streak into my hair in the front LMAO.

As for the origins of this project, I was able to unearth these photos courtesy of my mother. The first is from October 31st, 2013, and the second is June 4th, 2014; note the unhemmed Party City doctor coat with painted-on piping, the H&M jeans, the transition-lens glasses, and the knockoff Uggs. The split in the cape was also unhemmed, and I think the ender eyes on the back were glued-on felt. Truly the "how it started, how it's going" of my sewing journey.

Okay that's it from me. Thank you again Tides for running this zine and letting me participate as both a writer and a cosplayer. I'll be posting the written portion soon!

[thatnightlamp]

I saw you requests are open and I have a request I'd like to make.

I'd love to see a contuation of the courting gifts Cryptid Wedding Konrad Cruze x Reader. Or if that storyline is finished I'd love to see one set in the same AU. Something about one of the two Nightlords who brought wedding gifts and their courting (mis)adventures.

Thank you so much

Yahooo Night Lords courting.

In the aftermath of your unholy marriage to Konrad Curze, your apartment-turned-Night Lord club house had become ground zero for increasingly bizarre social calls. Sevatar had taken a particular liking to “dropping by” unannounced.

It was during one such visit, while he was critiquing your toaster for its “inefficient intimidation factor,” that he made an offhand remark.

“I should get myself one of these,” he mused, gesturing to you with his servo-claw, as though you were a particularly curious houseplant. “A spouse. Good for morale. Might spruce up my quarters, too.”

You blinked, halfway through sipping a cup of tea Konrad had brewed for you. “You mean, like a pet?”

Sevatar grinned, a wicked, lopsided thing. “No, no. A companion. A partner. A… snuggle-meat.”

You choked.

Konrad, without looking up from his whittling (he was carving a likeness of your head out of bone), murmured, “Do not steal my spouse.”

Sevatar held up both hands. “Perish the thought, boss. Plenty of terrified, emotionally compromised mortals. I’ll find my own.”

Which is how you found yourself, unfortunately, roped into helping Sevatar learn about “modern mortal courting practices.”

He refused to use dating apps. “Coward’s hunting ground,” he scoffed. “I believe in the thrill of pursuit.”

You tried to explain that chasing someone through a public park with a chainblade wasn’t considered “romantic” by most contemporary standards, but Sevatar was a traditionalist.

His first attempt involved showing up outside a bookshop with a box full of dismembered servo-skulls, offering them to the manager with a flourish.

“For you, fair maiden,” he said, voice like silk soaked in blood. “A token of my esteem.”

She maced him.

He thought it went well.

The next attempt was somehow worse. He crashed a wedding (a normal one, for normal people) and tried to woo the bride by challenging her groom to single combat. When the terrified man refused, Sevatar loudly declared himself the superior suitor by default and attempted to carry the bride off.

The groomsmen dogpiled him.

You spent most of the evening bailing him out and explaining to horrified police officers that he was “a very committed cosplayer with poor impulse control.”

It didn’t stop him. If anything, it encouraged him.

“It’s the chase,” Sevatar told you one night, leaning against your porch railing as Konrad brooded silently in the shadows. “The mortal fear. The thrill of pursuit. Tradition.”

You sighed, sipping your tea. “I think you might need to tweak your approach a little. Maybe start with, I don’t know… flowers?”

“Flowers,” he repeated, looking deeply offended. “Do I look like a fool? What sort of weakling offers botanical specimens when there are perfectly good bones to harvest?”

Konrad, to your surprise, spoke up then. “She liked the flower.”

Sevatar blinked. “You gave a flower?”

“Yes,” Konrad said. “From a memorial.”

“That’s different. That’s symbolic.”

You facepalmed.

Eventually, by sheer dumb cosmic luck, Sevatar did meet someone. A goth barista who didn’t flinch when he made eye contact. She complimented his armor, and Sevatar, flustered beyond measure, bought fifty cups of black coffee and left without a word.

He talked about her for weeks.

The next time you saw her, she was riding on the back of his jetbike, shrieking with glee while Sevatar gleefully razed a parking lot full of weird cultists.

“See?” he shouted over the din of plasma fire. “I told you mortals love a good adrenaline rush!”

You couldn’t argue with the results.

By the end of it, the Night Lords warband had unofficially designated your home as the “Courting Grounds,” a place of strange, blood-soaked romance and even stranger attempts at domesticity. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, you and Konrad sat on the porch, watching the chaos with a mix of horror and weird, resigned affection.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

The Flame in You

Pairing: Poly 141 x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cosplay nerdiness, ridiculous amounts of affection, minor swearing, modern AU, suggestive teasing, reader wears a Shinobu cosplay

Author's Note: This was such a fun idea! I loved writing this and making the boys cosplay with you!! As a cosplayer, with Cons coming up I decided to just throw this together too!

Summary: You’ve been planning this Demon Slayer convention for months—and this year, you finally convinced your four boyfriends to cosplay with you. Chaos, photo ops, and heart-melting moments ensue.

Masterlist

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The bedroom looked like a silk shop exploded. Purple fabric shimmered on your arms as you twirled in front of the mirror, the sleeves of your Shinobu Kocho cosplay catching the light like butterfly wings. You grinned, proud and a little breathless, and turned to face the bed.

All four of them were staring at you like you had just summoned a demon with sparkles.

“Well?” you asked, arms raised in a dramatic pose. “Thoughts?”

Johnny MacTavish, still tangled in sheets, let out a whistle. “You look like you could kill a man with a smile.”

“That’s the point,” you replied sweetly. “Shinobu is lethal with a grin.”

Kyle Garrick sat up slowly on the edge of the bed, pushing his curls back. “You look amazing, love. But… are you really sure we’re doing this?”

You pointed to the neatly arranged costumes on the floor. “Yup. You’re Tanjiro. You’ve got the heart and the eyebrows.”

Kyle blinked. “Eyebrows?”

Johnny snorted. “What about me?”

“You’re Tengen Uzui. Flashy. Loud. Muscular. Three wives.”

Johnny’s face lit up. “Hell yeah.”

Simon Riley stood silently by the window, sipping his coffee in his black T-shirt like the embodiment of Giyu already.

“You, Mr. Riley, are Tomioka. Silent. Deadly. Pretends not to care but definitely does.”

Simon arched a brow. “What makes you think I care?”

“You ironed my costume this morning.”

He sipped again. “Once.”

John Price entered then, pulling a hoodie over his head, pausing mid-step when he saw the flame-patterned haori in your hands.

“No,” he said immediately.

“Yes,” you said back, holding it up.

“I’m not wearing that ridiculous cloak.”

“You’re Rengoku. The dad of the group. You monologue about life and pride and snacks.”

“I don’t monologue.”

“You gave a ten-minute speech on olive oil.”

Simon coughed into his mug. Johnny grinned like a devil.

John grumbled, “There better be a strong drink at the end of this.”

“There’s a hotel bar.”

He sighed. “Fine.”

——

The convention center buzzed with energy. Lights flashed, music blared, and people in every kind of costume imaginable rushed past in a flurry of colors and wigs.

You stepped in first, dressed head to toe as Shinobu. Your butterfly sleeves floated behind you, hair pinned with a perfect purple clip, katana tucked neatly into your belt. You walked with grace, the kind that made people stare—and they did.

You turned just in time to see your boys following behind you.

John looked incredible. The flame cloak fit him like it was sewn to his body. His Rengoku wig sat proudly on his head, the red and yellow spikes surprisingly flattering. He had a calm but commanding presence, radiating warmth even in cosplay.

Simon, in his layered Giyu haori, moved like a shadow. His usual mask wasn’t there, but his expression was unreadable enough to keep people at a distance. That didn’t stop a few fans from sneaking photos.

Kyle looked completely at ease as Tanjiro, the checkered haori draped over his frame, sword at his hip. He even had the scar drawn on. He smiled at everyone who made eye contact.

Johnny might’ve been having the time of his life. His Uzui outfit was detailed to perfection, arms flexing under faux armor, dual swords across his back. He grinned and posed every five feet.

“Can I take a photo of you guys?” a teenager gasped. “You’re the whole Hashira lineup!”

Before anyone could speak, Johnny stepped forward. “You may photograph us, citizen,” he boomed.

You laughed and took your place in the middle, Simon and John flanking you, Kyle and Johnny beside them. Cameras clicked. Fans squealed. More people gathered.

By the time you made it to the vendor hall, you’d been stopped for at least fifteen photos, three hugs, and one marriage proposal (which Johnny accepted on Kyle’s behalf).

Kyle gave piggyback rides to kids. Simon helped a lost cosplayer find her group. Johnny gave dramatic shout-outs to other Tengen cosplayers. And John? John stood at your back, steady and quiet, hand always resting lightly on your waist.

You had never been more in love.

“Your group’s amazing,” a fan whispered, handing you a sketch of the Hashira. “Would you sign it?”

All five of you did, crowding onto a tiny artist pad with scribbled names and inside jokes.

“The Flashy Five,” Johnny wrote in big letters.

Simon just signed with a skull.

John carefully wrote “Thank you” and handed it back like he was giving away a precious blade.

When the day wound down, you returned to the hotel exhausted but glowing. Your feet ached. Your face hurt from smiling. Your heart felt full.

Johnny flopped onto the couch in just his sweats. “I’m never taking this makeup off.”

“You’ll glitter for a week,” Kyle said, leaning against the wall, costume hung up neatly.

Simon sat beside you, gently helping you take your butterfly clips out. His hands were soft. His fingers lingered at your jaw.

“You know we’d do anything for you, yeah?” he said.

“I know,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

John appeared from the bathroom, fresh from a shower, flame cloak gone, hair damp. He held out a glass of wine, and you took it with a grateful smile.

“You were proud in that outfit,” you teased.

“I tolerated it.”

“You monologued to a kid in a Zenitsu cape.”

“I was giving him advice.”

“About sweet potatoes.”

He chuckled and sank beside you, pulling you into his side. Kyle joined next, warm on your other. Johnny leaned over the back of the couch to kiss your head, arms draped lazily across all of you.

This. Right here. Surrounded. Loved. Seen.

You weren’t just a fan living her dream at a con.

You were the luckiest girl in the world.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[hurriane23456]

Through Another’s Eyes

Elliot Bennett had always thought his job was peculiar, to say the least. He worked at Mimic Studio, a company renowned for its hyper-realistic masks. These weren’t the kind of masks you’d find at a costume shop; they were masterpieces, crafted with such precision that they transformed the wearer entirely. Each came with a full outfit, contact lenses to match the eye color, and shoes to complete the look. Mimic catered to movie studios, high-end cosplayers, and a few private clients who didn’t explain why they needed to look like someone else.

Elliot was a junior marketing intern, responsible for social media posts. He wasn’t an artist; and never got close to the merchandise. That evening, he found himself alone at the studio, the whirring machines and half-finished molds silent around him. It was rare for him to have the space to himself, and as he walked into the Mask Room, he couldn’t help but feel the pull of curiosity.

The Mask Room was where the completed works were displayed—rows and rows of lifelike faces suspended on mannequin heads. The designs ranged from average-looking men to strikingly handsome models. The outfits accompanying them hung nearby, tailored to perfection. Elliot’s eyes landed on a mask he’d never seen before: a rugged, stubbled face with piercing blue eyes and a square jaw. The tag read: "Jason – Outdoorsman."

He hesitated but finally gave in, locking the door to ensure no one walked in on him.

Elliot unhooked the mask and carried it to the changing area. The accompanying outfit was folded neatly beside it: a flannel shirt, distressed jeans, and brown hiking boots. His fingers tingled with excitement and nerves as he stripped out of his work clothes, standing in just his socks before pulling on the jeans. They fit snugly, hugging his legs in a way that made him glance at himself in the full-length mirror.

The flannel shirt was next—soft, perfectly worn in, and rolled up at the cuffs. He slipped on the boots, their weight and rugged soles giving him the impression he’d just come back from a mountain hike.

Now for the mask.

Elliot picked it up, marveling at the detail: the faint freckles across the nose, the hint of crow’s feet at the corners of the eyes. He stretched it gently, noticing how pliable yet durable the material felt, before slipping it over his head. The inside was cool against his skin, and he adjusted the edges until they blended perfectly with his neck.

When he looked in the mirror, he gasped. Jason the Outdoorsman stared back at him. Elliot popped in the blue contact lenses, completing the transformation. His reflection didn’t just look like someone else—it felt like someone else. He smirked, tilting his head, running a hand over the stubble that felt impossibly real.

“Damn,” he muttered, his voice slightly muffled by the mask. He rolled his shoulders, suddenly feeling like he could chop wood or trek through a forest.

He could’ve stopped there, but the thrill was addictive. Elliot peeled off the mask reluctantly, placed it back on its stand, and scanned the shelves for his next choice. His eyes landed on "Mason – Business Tycoon."

The outfit was a three-piece suit: charcoal gray with a crisp white shirt, a silk tie, and polished black dress shoes. Elliot stripped down again, feeling a bit silly standing in his boxers in the sterile studio, but excitement overpowered his hesitation.

The suit fit him like a glove, the fabric smooth and expensive against his skin. He adjusted the tie, the Windsor knot sitting perfectly at his throat. The shoes, shiny enough to see his reflection, clicked satisfyingly on the tiled floor.

Mason’s mask was next. It had a clean-shaven jaw, slightly tanned skin, and sharp cheekbones. Once he slipped it on, he inserted the hazel contact lenses and stared at himself.

He looked powerful. Confident. Like a man who owned skyscrapers and never took no for an answer. He straightened his tie in the mirror and let out a low laugh.

“What’s my next big deal?” he joked to himself, his voice deep and commanding.

By now, Elliot was fully immersed in the game. He pulled Mason off, carefully reassembling the set, and reached for something more daring. His hand hovered over a mask labeled "Ryan – Rock Star."

The outfit was bold: ripped black jeans, a leather jacket, a fitted black T-shirt, and combat boots. There were even accessories—silver rings, a chain necklace, and sunglasses.

Slipping into the clothes felt like stepping into a different world. The leather jacket was buttery soft, the rings cool against his fingers. He placed the sunglasses on top of his head, letting them rest in his tousled brown wig—the mask came with hair this time, styled in perfectly disheveled waves.

Ryan’s face had a roguish smirk, a faint scar above his eyebrow, and piercing green eyes. Once he had the mask on, Elliot completed the look with the green lenses and stepped back.

He didn’t just look like a rock star. He felt like one. He struck a pose, pretending to hold a guitar, and laughed.

“This is insane,” he muttered, his voice raspy and full of swagger.

Elliot was riding a high. Each transformation was more thrilling than the last. He could feel the studio’s silence around him, but it only heightened the sense of intimacy with his newfound game. Placing the rock star set carefully back on its stand, he scanned the rows for his next choice.

His gaze landed on something unusual: a mask labeled "Liam – Athlete." The mannequin head sported a short buzz cut and a face glistening with sweat, as if Liam had just finished a grueling workout.

The outfit was a basketball jersey and matching shorts, complete with a pair of size-13 sneakers. A duffel bag sat beside the mannequin, holding accessories like a wristband and a water bottle.

Elliot couldn’t resist. He stripped down and pulled on the jersey and shorts. They felt cool and lightweight, clinging to his body in a way that made him acutely aware of every movement. The sneakers were enormous compared to his regular size, but they fit perfectly, thanks to the padding built into the soles.

The mask was different from the others—it came with a slight sheen, replicating the effect of perspiration. Elliot slipped it on, adjusting it carefully, and popped in the brown contact lenses.

The mirror revealed someone who looked fresh off a basketball court: a chiseled jawline, a confident smirk, and broad shoulders that seemed almost too big to be his own. Elliot flexed an arm experimentally, laughing at how the mask made his wiry frame appear like a professional athlete’s.

“Game on,” he said, his voice carrying a new edge.

As he returned Liam’s set to its place, Elliot felt something shift. The masks weren’t just disguises anymore; they were identities. Each time he looked in the mirror, he felt less like Elliot and more like the man staring back.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over a shelf filled with more masks. Should he stop? He shook his head. No one was here to judge him. He could stop whenever he wanted.

His fingers brushed against a mask labeled "Dominic – Undercover Agent." The face was rugged, with a five o’clock shadow and a slight scar running down one cheek. The outfit was a tactical ensemble: a black turtleneck, combat pants, and utility boots. A leather holster and fake earpiece completed the look.

This time, Elliot didn’t hesitate. He undressed quickly, feeling a rush as he pulled on the tactical pants and secured the belt around his waist. The turtleneck hugged his frame, making him feel both sleek and dangerous.

The boots were heavier than the others, clunking solidly on the floor as he paced. Finally, he pulled on Dominic’s mask, the material molding perfectly to his features. The scar added an air of danger, and the steely gray contact lenses gave his gaze an intensity that made him shiver.

When he stared into the mirror, Elliot felt like a stranger to himself. He reached for the holster, strapping it across his chest, and slid the fake earpiece into place.

“Agent Bennett,” he whispered to himself, testing the new persona. He turned sharply, pretending to clear a room, his movements sharp and precise.

Elliot’s exhilaration outweighed his caution. He scanned the shelves for one last transformation, his eyes landing on a mask labeled "Malik – Urban Legend."

The mask was striking, with smooth dark skin, a neatly shaped beard, and bold features that radiated charisma. The accompanying outfit hung nearby: an oversized hoodie, baggy jeans, and a pair of pristine white sneakers. A thick gold chain rested on the mannequin's chest, completing the ensemble.

Elliot hesitated for a moment. The set was unlike anything he’d tried before, and he felt a twinge of uncertainty. But the thrill was irresistible.

Stripping down, he reached for the hoodie first. It was heavy and warm, the fabric thick enough to feel substantial. He tugged it over his head, the hood settling comfortably around his neck. The jeans were loose, pooling slightly around the tops of the sneakers when he slipped them on. The chain was the final touch, cool against his chest.

Now for the mask.

Elliot picked it up carefully, noting the incredible detail: the texture of the skin, the subtle highlights on the nose and cheekbones, the natural sheen of the beard. Sliding it over his face, he adjusted it until it fit seamlessly. The brown contact lenses were a perfect match for the mask’s warm, expressive eyes.

When he turned to the mirror, the transformation was complete.

Elliot barely recognized himself. Malik’s broad shoulders and confident stance felt worlds apart from his usual frame. The oversized clothes emphasized a casual, effortless style that made him look like he belonged on a street corner or a music video set. He smirked, leaning into the persona.

“What’s up?” he muttered, deepening his voice. He laughed, shaking his head at how different he sounded.

He struck a pose, pulling the hood up over his head, and turned sideways in the mirror. The way the sneakers gleamed under the fluorescent lights added to the image, making him feel like someone who turned heads wherever he went.

Elliot was so absorbed in Malik’s reflection that he didn’t hear the faint click of the studio door unlocking.

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“Elliot. What are you doing?”

The voice froze him in place. He spun around, heart pounding, to see Mr. Calloway, his supervisor, standing in the doorway with one eyebrow raised. Calloway’s sharp suit and polished shoes looked completely out of place in the dimly lit studio, but his expression was impossible to misread: curiosity, amusement, and just a hint of annoyance.

“Uh… I… I was just, uh… testing the fit,” Elliot stammered. The deep voice of Malik spilled out of his mouth, making his excuse sound even more absurd.

Calloway took a step forward, folding his arms as he looked Elliot up and down. “Testing the fit, huh?” His lips twitched into a small smirk. “Well, you do look good, I’ll give you that.”

Elliot’s cheeks burned under the mask. He started to peel it off, fumbling with the edges.

“Stop.”

The command made him freeze. Calloway tilted his head, his gaze thoughtful.

“Put the hood back up,” he said.

Elliot hesitated, then obeyed, pulling the hood over his head again. Calloway paced slowly around him, inspecting the outfit from every angle.

“Hm,” Calloway said finally. “I always wondered how these looked in action. You wear it well.”

Elliot shifted awkwardly. “I-I didn’t mean to—”

Calloway waved a hand, cutting him off. “Relax. I’m not mad. But since you’re already having fun…” He gestured to the rows of masks. “Pick one out for me.”

Elliot blinked, unsure if he’d heard correctly. “What?”

“You heard me,” Calloway said, a glint of mischief in his eye. “If you’re going to play dress-up, let’s see what you can do with me.”

“You want me to… pick one?” Elliot asked, dumbfounded.

Calloway shrugged. “I’ve always been curious about these things. Might as well indulge.”

Elliot hesitated, but Calloway’s expectant look made it clear he wasn’t joking. Elliot scanned the shelves, searching for something drastically different from Calloway’s usual polished, buttoned-up look. His eyes landed on a set labeled "Jax – The Punk Rebel."

The mask had a youthful, edgy vibe: messy black hair with streaks of electric blue, a pierced eyebrow, and sharp cheekbones. The outfit was equally bold: a black leather jacket covered in studs, a ripped band T-shirt, tight black jeans, and heavy combat boots. A chain dangled from the pants, and fingerless gloves completed the look.

Elliot hesitated for a moment before pulling it down. He held it up with a small smirk. “How about this one?”

Calloway raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. “You want me to dress like that?”

“Well,” Elliot said, a little braver now, “you did say you wanted to try something different.”

Calloway sighed but took the set. “Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Elliot stepped back as Calloway began changing. Watching his boss trade in his tailored suit for tight jeans and a leather jacket was surreal. The combat boots added a heavy stomp to his normally quiet, calculated steps.

Finally, Calloway picked up the mask. The punk's wild hair and defiant smirk were a far cry from his usual clean-cut look. He adjusted it carefully, making sure the edges fit perfectly before popping in the bright blue contact lenses.

When Calloway turned to the mirror, Elliot couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Well?” Calloway asked, his voice a deep rasp that suited the rebellious persona. He adjusted the leather jacket, striking a mockingly defiant pose. “How do I look?”

“Like someone who’d get kicked out of their own office,” Elliot joked, still grinning.

Calloway chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve got a strange sense of humor, Bennett.” He stepped closer to the mirror, inspecting the transformation. “I have to admit, this is… fun. A little ridiculous, but fun.”

Before Elliot could answer, the studio door creaked open again. Both he and Calloway froze, the playful mood evaporating instantly. They turned toward the sound, expecting to see a coworker or perhaps security. Instead, a man in a black uniform with the company logo stepped inside, clipboard in hand.

It was Frank, the head of inventory.

Frank looked up and froze in his tracks, his eyes widening as he took in the scene: Elliot still wearing Malik’s oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, and Calloway transformed into Jax, the punk rebel.

“What the hell is going on here?” Frank demanded, his voice sharp.

Elliot’s stomach sank. Calloway, however, didn’t miss a beat. He stepped forward, his combat boots thudding heavily on the floor, and gave Frank a mischievous smirk.

“Relax, Frank,” Calloway said, his raspy, rebellious voice a perfect match for the punk persona. “We’re just… testing the merchandise.”

“Testing?” Frank repeated, incredulous. His eyes darted between the two of them. “Do you know how much trouble you could get into for messing with inventory like this? These are high-value items!”

Calloway waved a dismissive hand, clearly enjoying the role he was playing. “Come on, Frank. Don’t act like you’ve never been curious.”

Frank sputtered, clearly caught off guard by Calloway’s brazen attitude. Elliot, meanwhile, stood frozen, unsure whether to defend himself or stay silent.

Then, to Elliot’s shock, Calloway grinned and gestured toward the shelves. “Why don’t you join us? Pick one out. It’s not every day you get to see yourself as someone else.”

Frank blinked, his indignation faltering. “What?”

“You heard me,” Calloway said, leaning casually against the wall. “You’re always talking about inventory this, inventory that. Why not take a closer look? I mean, really experience it.”

Elliot stared at Calloway, his heart racing. Was he seriously inviting Frank to join them?

Frank hesitated, his grip on the clipboard tightening. Then his gaze shifted to the rows of masks, curiosity flickering in his eyes despite himself. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Maybe,” Calloway said with a shrug. “But you’ve got to admit—it’s tempting.”

Frank sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is a terrible idea.”

“And yet, you’re considering it,” Calloway pointed out, his smirk widening.

After a long pause, Frank set his clipboard down and stepped toward the shelves. Elliot exchanged a wide-eyed look with Calloway, who winked.

“What’s the craziest one here?” Frank muttered under his breath, scanning the options.

Elliot’s anxiety began to shift into a strange excitement as he realized the night had taken a completely unexpected turn.

Frank scanned the shelves, muttering to himself as his eyes darted over the masks. He stopped in front of a set labeled "Boone – The Outland Ranger."

The mask was rugged and wild-looking: sun-kissed skin, a thick unkempt beard, and sharp, weathered features. The outfit hanging nearby was equally striking: a sleeveless leather vest adorned with various patches, a pair of tan cargo pants tucked into scuffed combat boots, and a wide-brimmed hat with a feather stuck into the band. A leather holster with a prop revolver hung at the side, completing the ensemble.

“This one’s ridiculous,” Frank muttered, pulling it off the rack. He turned to Calloway and Elliot, holding it up for them to see. “What do you think?”

Calloway smirked, crossing his arms. “Perfect. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to be a ranger.”

Elliot bit back a grin as Frank sighed, clearly regretting every decision that had brought him here, and began stripping out of his uniform. He folded his shirt neatly, shooting a glare at Calloway when he caught the boss smirking.

The transformation began with the cargo pants, which fit loosely but comfortably. The leather vest was snug, its patches adding a gritty, rebellious touch. Frank hesitated at the holster but eventually strapped it on, adjusting it with a scowl.

Finally, he picked up the mask. It was heavier than he expected, the craftsmanship so detailed it seemed almost alive. He slipped it over his head, adjusting it until the edges vanished seamlessly into his neck. The transformation was instant: the tired, middle-aged inventory manager disappeared, replaced by Boone’s rugged, outdoorsy persona.

Elliot handed him the hazel contact lenses, which Frank inserted with surprising ease. Then he placed the wide-brimmed hat on his head, completing the look.

When Frank turned to the mirror, he froze.

“What the…” His voice was rough and deep, entirely unlike his usual tone. He leaned closer to his reflection, running a gloved hand over the mask’s beard. “This is insane.”

Calloway chuckled. “Told you. Looks good on you, though.”

Frank adjusted the holster, his expression a mix of disbelief and intrigue. “I look like I just stepped out of a western.” He struck a mock pose, drawing the prop revolver from its holster. “Bang, bang,” he muttered, smirking despite himself.

Elliot couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You’re a natural.”

Frank turned to face them, crossing his arms. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit it—this is… kind of cool. But if anyone finds out about this, we’re all getting fired.”

“Only if you don’t look the part,” Calloway teased, adjusting his leather jacket. “Now come on. Let’s see how these characters look together.”

Frank groaned but followed as Calloway led him and Elliot to a larger mirror on the other side of the room. The three of them stood side by side: Calloway as Jax, the rebellious punk; Frank as Boone, the rugged ranger; and Elliot as Malik, the urban legend.

For a moment, the absurdity of the situation faded, replaced by a strange sense of camaraderie.

“You know,” Calloway said, grinning, “we could pull off one hell of a heist looking like this.”

The three stood in front of the mirror, their reflections almost unrecognizable. The transformation wasn’t just physical—it was as though stepping into these personas unlocked something freer in each of them.

Calloway adjusted the chains on his jacket, his smirk now almost cocky. “You know, I’ve been running this place for years, and I’ve never actually tried these on. I gotta admit, they’re pretty incredible.”

Frank snorted, tugging at the brim of his hat. “Yeah, well, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you’re dressed like a punk rock delinquent.” He gestured toward Calloway’s combat boots. “Those are a far cry from your usual loafers.”

“Hey,” Calloway shot back, “at least I look good. You look like you just walked out of a survivalist convention.”

Elliot chuckled, finally feeling relaxed enough to join the banter. “And I look like I should be running a streetball tournament.” He spread his arms, taking in his oversized hoodie and sneakers. “Guess we’ve all got our alter egos now.”

Frank shook his head, but a small smile crept onto his face. “This is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” Calloway said, raising an eyebrow. “Frank, look at us. We’re living the dream. For years, people have been buying these masks to become someone else, even just for a moment. And here we are, actually getting to experience it ourselves.”

Frank sighed, leaning against the counter. “You’ve got a point. It’s… kind of fun.” He glanced down at the prop revolver, spinning it idly before sliding it back into the holster. “Not gonna lie, I do feel pretty badass.”

“Exactly!” Calloway said, clapping him on the back. He turned to Elliot. “What about you, Bennett? Feeling like a whole new person?”

Elliot hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, I guess I do. It’s weird… but in a good way.”

The three of them fell into a comfortable silence, staring at their reflections. For a moment, they weren’t coworkers—they were characters, living in a shared fantasy.

Finally, Calloway broke the silence. “You know, we should make this a team-building exercise. Let everyone try on a mask, get a feel for the product.”

Frank groaned. “Please don’t. I don’t think I can handle seeing Jerry from accounting dressed like a Viking.”

Elliot laughed, picturing it. “Or Martha from HR as a biker chick.”

Calloway chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, fine. But we’ll keep this between us for now. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Frank and Elliot said in unison.

“Good,” Calloway said, straightening his jacket. He turned to the mirror one last time, his expression softening. “Well, gentlemen, if nothing else, this has been a night to remember.”

Frank smirked. “Just as long as no one remembers it tomorrow.”

Elliot grinned, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. For the first time in a long while, work didn’t feel like work—it felt like an adventure.

Calloway leaned back against the counter, looking at Frank and Elliot with a mischievous glint in his eye. “All right, gentlemen,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “We’ve tried on our alter egos. Now let’s take it up a notch.”

Frank raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by ‘take it up a notch’?”

Calloway smirked. “We switch. Each of us gets to experience someone else’s transformation. It’s only fair.”

Elliot blinked, his pulse quickening. “You mean… you want us to trade outfits and masks?”

“Exactly,” Calloway said, pushing off the counter. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little sweat.”

Frank groaned, rubbing his temples. “This is getting out of hand.”

“And yet,” Calloway said, pointing at him, “you’re not saying no.”

Frank hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Elliot swallowed hard, feeling both nervous and intrigued. He glanced at Calloway’s punk-inspired outfit, then at Frank’s rugged ranger look. Both felt so far removed from his own urban style that the thought of stepping into either was dizzying.

Calloway clapped his hands. “All right, here’s how this works. We’ll go one at a time. Frank, you’ll start by switching with me. Elliot, you’re next. Sound good?”

Frank shrugged. “Might as well get it over with.”

Frank unbuckled the holster from his waist, the leather strap creaking as he handed it to Calloway. “Here. Start with this.”

Calloway took it, slipping it on with ease before removing his own leather jacket. The studs glinted under the studio lights as he passed it to Frank. “And this is yours.”

Frank slipped the jacket on, the heavy material fitting snugly over his broad shoulders. The band T-shirt came next, and he grimaced as he pulled it over his head. “This thing’s damp,” he muttered, feeling the residual heat from Calloway’s body.

Calloway laughed as he tugged on the ranger vest. “That’s the price of admission.”

The pants were next, and Elliot couldn’t look away as the two men swapped. Frank struggled to wiggle into the tight black jeans, muttering under his breath about how restrictive they were. Meanwhile, Calloway adjusted the cargo pants, clearly amused by how loose they felt compared to his usual attire.

Finally, they exchanged masks. Frank hesitated as he peeled off the Boone mask, revealing his flushed face beneath. The inside of the mask glistened with sweat, and he handed it to Calloway with a grimace. “This is disgusting.”

Calloway took it without hesitation, slipping it over his head. He adjusted it, the bearded face settling into place seamlessly. “There we go,” he said, his voice now rough and deep like Boone’s.

Frank picked up the Jax mask, grimacing at the sticky interior. “I swear, if I get a rash from this…” He trailed off as he slid it on, the punk’s sharp features replacing his own.

When they turned to face the mirror, Elliot couldn’t help but laugh. Calloway, now dressed as the rugged ranger, looked completely at ease, while Frank’s transformation into the rebellious punk was hilariously out of character.

“How do I look?” Frank asked, his new voice rasping like sandpaper.

“Like you’re about to start a bar fight,” Calloway said, grinning.

Calloway turned to Elliot. “Your turn, Bennett. Let’s see you handle Boone’s look.”

Elliot’s heart raced as he began peeling off Malik’s hoodie. The fabric clung to his skin, damp with sweat, and he handed it to Calloway, who took it without complaint.

“Man, this thing’s heavy,” Calloway said, slipping it on.

Elliot kicked off the sneakers and struggled out of the baggy jeans, feeling oddly self-conscious as he handed them over. Calloway, now fully dressed as Malik, adjusted the oversized clothes with ease.

Meanwhile, Elliot reached for Boone’s outfit. The vest was stiff and warm, the leather almost alive with the residual heat from Calloway’s body. The cargo pants felt rough against his skin, and the holster added an unfamiliar weight to his side.

Finally, it was time for the mask. Elliot hesitated as he picked up Boone’s rugged face, the beard still damp from Calloway’s earlier transformation. He slid it over his head, shivering as the sweaty interior clung to his skin.

When he turned to the mirror, he barely recognized himself. The rugged ranger stared back at him, and for a moment, he felt a strange sense of power.

Frank, now fully dressed as Jax, smirked at him. “Not bad, Bennett. Not bad at all.”

The three of them stood side by side, now fully inhabiting each other’s original roles. Calloway, as Malik, looked imposing and confident. Elliot as Boone, had a rugged ease about him. And Frank, as Jax, felt like a completely different person.

“This,” Calloway said, his deep Malik voice booming, “is what I call teamwork.”

[afonyadraws]

My headcanon for TGCF gods/ghosts making it to modern times!

In my headcanon, I don't think they would cut their hair and would still prefer the comfort of dressing in their robes. Canonically, Xie Lian and Hua Cheng wore the same exact clothing and same hairstyle for 800 years, and all the other characters also have worn the same style of clothing and hair throughout centuries. So I feel like, they would be like "why would I cut my hair and wear uncomfortable clothes? Just because mortals decided they want to do it like, last week, we don't need to downgrade. Long hair and robes will be back in style in a century or so anyways..."

However! I think that in the modern times the god's power would definitely decrease as people are not that religious these days and their faith decreased significantly. Therefore, the gods wouldn't have the power to turn invisible when they are amongst mortals, but have to put on modern clothing to blend in, to their dismay, because jeans and polyester shirts are the worst when you're used to cotton, linen and real silk flowy robes.

I feel like both the Heaven and Ghost City would keep their traditional vibes and clothes, however Xie Lian, Hua Cheng and Yin Yu wouldn't have any issues acquiring new clothes in their style because amongst the ghosts there are definitely tailors who have been dead for centuries and still know how to sew good quality clothing.

But Heaven probably would struggle, because I don't think you can deputise someone just because they are good at sewing. So I imagine the gods would be very confused and disappointed when trying to hunt for good tailors coming across cosplayers/historical dressers and finding out that their clothing come from big manufacturers and made of plastic.

Feel free to add/dispute this headcanon!

[tsubaki-11]

As a cosplayer I've accumulated a lot of beads, buttons, and bits of fabric over the years. Don't know why it took me so long to realize that dressing dolls is the perfect way to use those up—and you even get a cute little decoration when you're done.

With that in mind, I turned this Barbie Fashionista #209 into a little Silk Adorned Jamil. His face, nails, hand jewelry, and capelets were all painted with toothpicks. I also styled his hair, sewed/embroidered his clothes, and put together all his jewelry/accessories.

I didn't have to buy anything for this project except the Barbie itself and some thread which I would've needed eventually anyway. Definitely recommend this as a stash-busting hobby.

[mercysong-tardis]

Duchess Satine “The Lawless” (Pre-Battle) Build Summary/WIP

@/mercysong.tardis - 2024-2025

Pieces: Undertunic (first layer) Sleeves Overtunic Pants Collar/Shoulders Belt Boots Wig Appliques (extra notes)

Important notice: For some reason my camera photographs things very warmly. The images you see are actually more cool toned than they appear. I have yet to get a nice camera other than my old iPhone.

Introduction: This costume was first constructed between Late September 2024 and Early March 2025 for MandoMerc and Rebel Legion approval, first worn at Birmingham MegaCon and then reevaluated and upgraded between February-(Ongoing) 2025 for future approval. Materials are a mix of fabric, leather, general sewing supplies, beads, and pre-owned and thrifted items.  I shall review materials individually in each costume piece as needed. The only piece of the costume I did not make myself or heavily modify were the pants.  All patterns were either self-drafted or heavily modified from a preexisting one.

Undertunic (first layer) This layer is a cocktail dress with the indented shape at the bottom, with added embroidery and beading. It has a modified neckline with a fitted bodice composed of six panels sewn together. The piece consists of a hidden side zipper, straps, and a shift-like garment with pthalo coloured silk velvet. The beads are 2-3 mm real freshwater pearls in gunmetal silver, teal, blue, and grey. I got them off of Facebook Marketplace for a fantastic price. The piping is entirely hand sewn and a reflective silver.  To match the cartoon, I made sure to use a couple rows of the larger pearls to get the slight size variation as seen. 

Sleeves The sleeves were made of the same pthalo toned teal velvet, and it is a separate piece from the underdress. They are attached to the decolletage. I used midnight blue cotton to line the insides. The sleeves are where I took a couple liberties. The cartoon shows sleeves with six rows of coloured dots approximately an inch and a half apart, in the same teal/silvery colour as some of the dots along the underdress. I used my larger 4-5 mm freshwater pearls on the sleeves. They are sewn on with double clear thread and handsewn on. I have seen other cosplayers paint their dots on, but I didn't want to do that because I want Satine to look like a duchess in real life with the funding for elaborate costumes. The silver cuffs are made with the same silver satin as my Padme Amidala (AOTC) “Packing Gown” sleeves because it matched the colour, shine, and silver tone as the rest of the silver piping. The fabric was a crepe satin purchased at joanns. I handsewed these cuffs and stuffed them with rolled up extra velvet from the overtunic. The sleeves flare out at the wrists before the cuffs. I did that too. The sleeves have one inseam.

Overtunic The overtunic was perhaps one of the most challenging parts. I had purchased a stretch velvet and in a stupid moment forgot to line the stretch velvet with a non stretch material. Needless to say I learned my lesson and I will not be making that mistake again.  I drafted and used my own pattern using procreate, then used the midnight blue cotton to line the back of the two tunic pieces. I made this to my own height and measurements for the proportional difference (I am not bone skinny like our Duchess lol) and to allow for my constant weight fluctuations not to hinder me from wearing this kit. The piping is again handsewn, and the pieces are whipstitched together to hide the threads from the front. Both tunic pieces I attached to the collar/Sleeve piece.

Pants The pants were an extremely lucky score on a school trip to Slovakia. They were thrifted at a Humana Vintage store. They were the exact same colour and velvet as the over tunic!  They have the flare at the knee as required and are very comfy!

ON TO PART TWO ->

[rinadragomir]

It's me trying to convince y'all to get invested in the Sword Catcher, read it all cause I tried!

1) I need someone to talk about it + see your theories/memes/edits, I NEED MY FRIENDS IN THIS FANDOM okay?!

2) listen, we have to wait about 2 years before The Wicked Powers, let's try to distract ourselves with something exciting!!

Reviews from George Martin (my beloved, listen, this man knows a good fantasy book when he sees one, trust him), Holly Black and Leigh Bardugo

Synopsis (read the full detailed version here):

In the vibrant city-state of Castellane, a young orphan named Kel is stolen from his old life to enter a new one of luxury and peril. He’s to become Prince Conor Aurelian’s body-double, shielding the Prince from all dangers. As his ‘Sword Catcher,’ he and Conor become close as brothers – yet Kel lives for one purpose: to die for Conor.

Lin Caster is an Ashkar physician, part of a community ostracised for its rare magical abilities. But events pull her and Kel together and into the web of the mysterious Ragpicker King who rules Castellane’s criminal underworld.

Together, they’ll discover an extraordinary conspiracy. But can forbidden love bring down a kingdom? And will their discoveries plunge their nation into war and the world into chaos?

Here, a boy lives to protect his Prince with his life. A girl is destined to return lost magic to the world. A Prince must choose between his heart and his duty. And thrumming beneath it all, the heartbeat of a city unlike any other. Welcome to Castellane.

Known characters: (from top to bottom, from left to right, please appreciate the wonderful arts below)

Kellian Saren - our protagonist~ was kidnapped from his family when he was 5 and brought to the palace in order to be the Sword Catcher, the body double for the Crown Prince(🏳️‍🌈?). Used to have a crush on Antonetta, now too busy spending time with Prince Conor (🏳️‍🌈?). Big spoon energy

YOU'LL SAY: Rina... bestie he looks exactly like the second guy a bit lower, why so many Will Herondale cosplayers🤨 YES YES, THAT'S THE POINT, THEY HAVE TO LOOK ALIKE, IT'S LIKE Keira Knightley and Natalie Portman in Star Wars

Lin Caster - female protagonist, doctor, is skilled in healing magic (Catarina & Clary's daughter🤨?). There is a prophecy surrounding her, that says a very powerful goddess would return one day and it would be one of the girls from her community, ~possibly her~

Antonetta Alleyne - Heir to the wealthy silk charter, her mother dotes on her, dressing her in lace and grooming her to marry Prince Conor (the next guy). Her, Kel and Conor used to have this gang😎 when they were kids, but then her mother decided to turn her into a Kendall Jenner and now she's 💅🏻not like other girls💅🏻 and makes this ew sound everytime our protagonist walks by (secretly feels something else towards him....I guess?...)

Conor Aurelian - our Prince🤴🏻definition of: So you're a tough guy, Like it really rough guy, Just can't get enough guy, Chest always so puffed guy. What else? Oh, everyone tries to kill him and he hides behind his boyfriend's back. Little spoon energy

Joss Falconet - some lazy whore, idk. He has been friends with Conor and Kel since they were all small children. He loves parties, a good time, and ridiculous exploits, but there may be rather more to him…Matthew Fairchild core?👀✨ maybe....

The Ragpicker King - he's so 😋😩🤤he lives his dark emo girl aesthetic life. Doesn’t have a name or real identity. He lives in a big black mansion in the middle of Castellane and runs the crime scene. My future husband btw

Merren Asper - part-time student, full-time poisoner, and hopeless romantic. Merren has a dreamy, cheerful personality, despite being a poisoner. Well good for him, god bless🌿 he seems like a mixture of Kit Herondale and Wylan Van Eck

I'm going to update this post in case Cassie shares some new information!

The first book comes out on October 10 THIS YEAR so~ you can pre-order🌟✨for example, I can't so I'll just wait till someone sends it to me once it's out.

I REALLY hope I managed to get you slightly invested. It seems like a really nice fantasy series and I'd like to support Cassie's new work. She gave us our beloved TSC world and I have a strong faith in her. I know it's hard to dive into a new series but let's give it a chance!

@chibi-tsukiko @hahahax30 @roseofthomas @queenhelenblackthorn @not--a--pipedream @tea-and-a-clandestine-agenda @spacehero-23 @tys-kitty @carelessflower @dustandducks @one-fond-mortal @magnus-the-maqnificent @delightfullyterrible @learningshelfcontrol @thewolfnephilim @literallytypogod @gayforcarstairsgirls @clockworkbee @elettralightwood @captainswanandclintasha @radisv @lord-jethro @luciehercndale @bytheangell

[ooops-i-arted]

Héra White Dress Research

I haven't been posting much since January has been Terrible, but I am starting my next cosplay plan which is Héra from War of the Rohirrim. I love her SO much (do not listen to any Mary Sue bitching, she is a well-written character and fits SO well in Tolkien canon, she and Aredhel would be besties, I should write an essay once I stop being depressed af and have energy lol). Sir, this is my emotional support shieldmaiden, and I want to make ALL her outfits but I plan to start with her white dress since she is INCREDIBLE during that scene and it's my fave from the movie.

Anyway with this clip of her being a boss ass bitch being online I could download it and start collecting good screencaps of her outfit.

The dress itself is actually pretty simple. It's relatively form-fitting and since it's old, the edges are ragged. There is a V-shaped panel in the front that is grey with an eagle detail; I saw a cosplayer who used embroidery to create the detail and it makes sense that a bridal dress would have such detailing on it. There is a fur lining around the entire neckline, including the back. It's split in front; the original owner presumably would've had another layer underneath but Héra wears grey leggings and boots with her green shin guards that she wears with her main outfit.

You can also see that she only wears one arm guard on her sword-arm and her shield-arm only has the sleeve. The sleeve is puffed above the elbow with a brown cord; it has no visible ties presumably because it's easier to animate. (Her green dress also has upper arm ties, but those have ends. I really like this detail because Éowyn has upper arm ties on almost all her costumes, so it is a nice callback to Rohan royal fashion that has already been established.) Héra also wears dark brown gloves that are wrist-length.

The back of the dress has a deep V (poor Héra, girl must be cold AND no breast support??? I will just be doing a simple scoop neckline in the back for my version) which to me just seems like a weird design detail (I feel the same way about the thigh highs on her main outfit but that's another post lol). There is a veil on the back that attaches at the shoulder; though I've not seen any visible points of connection yet, we see it is attached to her hand via a ring on her middle finger. It's the same on both sides.

She wears a belt that dips down in a V in front, with one strip hanging low with a chevron pattern all the way around and down.

There is also a circlet, made of two twining "strings" with leaf details. It looks like it's made of metal, similar to Éowyn's circlet she wears with her blue funeral gown and the gold dress at Aragorn's coronation.

Being anime, they didn't really have to choose an actual fabric that has the amount texture and drape and shine they wanted, so I see some adventures to the fabric store in my future. Éowyn's dresses were made of silk, velvet, wool, brocade so those are all potential options to look at. (More details about Éowyn's costumes at this great site here.) It will be a fun challenge to transfer an animated costume to real life.

Hopefully I can add on this post when they finally release the physical copies and I get mine and can do more screengrabbing.

[kscosplaycatalog]

No. 13 - 2012

Character: Ryougi Shiki (ARC Drive ver.) Series: Kara no Kyoukai by TYPE-MOON

Cosplayer Credits: - Kouma: My brother

Photog Credits: - Lauren - Kirky

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This was another costume ~mostly~ for my brother. He really wanted to be Kishima Kouma from the game Melty Blood (he also features briefly in Tsukihime), and showed me Ryougi. I had always wanted to make a kimono and really liked her overall design so I put a lot into this costume!

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I chose to use an Le Tigre Long from Arda Wigs in Dark Purple (023) because I'm using the very detailed figurine as my main reference source and it's hair is faintly purple. In most lighting, it will look dark brown or black.

I used Simplicity's kimono pattern (4080) for the cotton under kimono and main, silk, furisode kimono. Sadly, I couldn't find perfectly matching fabric for it, but I hope it's close enough (it's a poly silk). I'm not using any pattern for making the obi (brocade) though I learned how to tie the obi into a tateya musubi knot which is the knot on both the figurine and from what I've seen in her anime. I also got material for the obijime (cord from eJoyce), obiage (scarf; crepe), and obiita (simple cardboard with yarn ties).

The sword (Kanesada Kuji) is made out of pine (hilt and blade) and balsa (guard) and spray painted. Hilt is wrapped in ribbon. My dad helped me with the cutting and sanding.

For my brother's... I used the Chinese pajama pattern from Folkwear and simple black cotton. Which was also used for pretty much everything else... pants and foot wraps. We actually burned the bottom of his pants because I wanted the effect that he could actually produce fire, like in the game. I used black spandex for the gloves and just traced his hand to make a pattern.

I actually made the clasps from faux pearl buttons and scrap fabric. I kept complaining about how ridiculous Kouma's clasps were and how they don't work like normal Chinese clasps so I just set out to make them myself. And the wig is a Shaggy Wave Wig with Long Bangs in Shadow Blue from Shop Cosplay (Cosplay.com's wig shop).

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Ryougi: Cost: $124 Time: 7 hrs

Kouma: Cost: $79 Time: 12 hrs

[lazypiratesofaking]

Eddie rushed excitedly into the common room, knocking over Jerome into Mara. Willow twirling in the back. "I saw Nina!"

"What?" KT bluntly asked. Eddie continued. "I saw Nina in my dreams. She, well they dressed ready for a date. I think..."

"What was that weasel? Patricia angrily inquired, jealousy rushing through her. Amber placed her hand on her shoulder. "You saw her?"

"I saw Nina. Well. Two of 'em. In my dreams" He exclaimed. "One was dressed in a whitish silver coat with a silver undershirt and nice black silk dress combo. The other in her masked dress. In my dreams. There's this weird blue bar code headed armored dude with a gun. He was with a pink one. The two talked in Japanese. Behind them is identical black haired Japanese guy one in a white coat with a black undershirt and the other in black. They look like identical twins or something. An amazed gun wielding armored bug guy with 03 on it with a clearly annoyed reddish brown haired cop lady. She mumbled something under breath. Blue shoots his gun and two Ninas pop out. Both look at the scene around them. The weird armored guys. The monsters. The Japanese dudes, the cop lady. Not a single question. Nothing. Both speak to Japanese guy, Kohtaro I think who she calls Koh-hihiji. Something about Nobu-hihijii and Nobuhiko. They look at each other. Then nod."

Eddie starts flailing his hands around him in absurd fashion like a cracked out monkey on every drug known to man while his feet move with him knocking back Alfie and Amber. His attempt at posing clearly causing stiff laughter from the other students. KT side steps to avoid getting hit, pulling back a silenced Fabian. Patricia gaped in pure confusion, words failing to form in her mouth. Joy's hand never removed from her face but kept her palm open to see the events unfold. Jerome and Mara stare at each other as Willow mimics him. "This martial arts demonstration is quite rad!"

Mara rolls her eyes. The kids from the other houses glanced over as Victor receives a karate chop to the face by the flailing Eddie. "Mr Miller. What do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to mimic the Ninas." He responded. Victor cheesed at the explanation, viciously retorts, "I don't follow such absurd musical trends. If you want to demonstrate your ... art of dancing use one of your rooms or the outdoors!."

"No. I saw two Nina. I'm trying to do their..." He tried to come up with a reasonable explanation of the arm movements. "Posing? Kata? I don't know."

He strugged, " Both had these weird hand movements. They then yelled HENSHIN and changed into green bug eyed silver armored bug people. Ok. One Nina, Kamen Rider Silver RX? I don't know. Don't ask what that meant, she was more greenish silver and pitch black while the other, Kamen Rider Silver?, was just silver with some black. But still. The guys in the back had opposite hand gestures as Nina's but were green and black respectively. Both had red eyes. Instead Nina's weird S blot, he had a bizarre longated question mark. The green one gad an x instead of a dot. The armored gun guy whined something before cop lady bit his head off."

No one spoke. "They then fought the weird giraffe zombie thing: the bee freak armed with a rapier: a mutated rose monster creature with way too many teeth: a fan lance wielding anime Sun masked guy: a red grasshopper creature that clearly need to lay off the steroids: Hitler saluting masked luchadores: metal armored Casey Jones cosplayer rejects: a big metal bug, cowboy knight thing: and a sun wielding roman gladiator inspired wrestler? Sorry can'tget the last one."

"Have you been eating Mr Lewis's expired stash again?" The groundskeeper scrutinized his face. Joy continued to analyze the scene before her. "No. I saw this in my dreams. I swear."