Character: Monk
Game: Diablo 3
CN: Miyuko
-if you’re cis, don’t cosplay Stevonnie. They are nonbinary, so cis people hands off.
-if you’re skinny, don’t cosplay Rose or Amethyst. They are both fat characters and good, non-ridiculing representation is hard to find.
-if you’re afab, don’t cosplay Jasper. She is coded as amab trans, just leave her alone please.
-above all, do not hypersexualise whatever character you play. Doing so alienates the younger fanbase that SU is actually meant for. Keep your Steven Galaxy shit out of the public sector.
There are others (concerning Garnet, Pearl and other racially coded characters) but that is not my place to speak on. Others may add to the list to fill these in.
I don’t know if you’re serious or not, but cosplayers don’t listen to this shit.
Cosplay who you want regardless of what they represent, guess what: characters aren’t exclusive. Go all out, have fun, be proud of your work and make your love for your favourites characters come through in extraordinary ways. Now be respectful of course, if you’re cosplaying anything reall keep in mind any offensive practices you can do in regards of that character’s status, and anyone else’s really. But be free to develop your wildest cosplaying dreams, as long as you’re mindfull of what you’re doing you’re alright.
Again, characters aren’t exclusive, definetly not these especific characters from such an amazing show, spread the love, share your likes, don’t be restraint because a character is not similar to you in a certain way. What kinda toxic shit is this really?
I swear to fucking christ, if I see more shit like this, I’m going to cosplay Uncle Grandpa as Rose.
Do it. Wear a go pro to record people’s reactions.
-Cosplay whoever the fuck you want, it’s literally just dress up.
PS: saying that Jasper has to be trans because she’s buff and that’s the only way she can be buff, is pretty fucking gross.
-Espeon
I’m totally in love with my new Ruby cosplay photos. <3 <3 <3
Me as Ruby Rose from RWBY / Photo by Sabrina Ruky
Amazing Lúcio cosplay, go check her IG!
a motorcycle gang made up of ancient bisexual norse monarchs: the bikings
I JUST REALIZED THAT THIS POST IS 4 PUNS IN ONE OH MY GODDDDD
So like… I really want to build a gravity or varia suit cosplay and have no idea where to start. I don’t have access to a garage or any kind of power tools, but I’m great with paint and duct tape.
Ideas?
Boost. Help Eevee she’s so gr8 and deserves a Varia/Gravity Suit!
I have a stick, and a block of wood with some sandpaper stuck to it
Hmmm… I think I could manage to stick sandpaper to a block of wood.
In all seriousness your attempts to make the suit look so cool and professional I just assumed you had a bunch of cool professional tools
A Smile and A Song Cosplay (on Instagram and FB only) as Pearl, myself as Lapis. From our Gem Harvest inspired Wedding shoot.
Reference guide created by lowlines
https://forums.gearboxsoftware.com/t/unofficial-fanart-cosplay-reference-guides/1556314
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”
This one wins.
It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”
You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
He was an 8.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
I don’t think I’ve ever actually reblogged this magnificent post and that’s shame.