WTF!!!!! OMG!!!! OH NOZ!
I’m over playing this for dramatic effect, as I’m actually not stressed yet. Ok, I little stressed. But not at all bad.
I have three new cosplays this year. Which in hindsight might have been a tad ambitious, given that I’m not great at time management or finishing things. Oh, what’s that? Yes, I’m glad I pretended you asked that, I do have pictures of my progress so far.
Negasonic Teenage Warhead
I’m specifically cosplaying her appearance in last year’s “Deadpool”. She is so fucking emo! I was in love with the look the second I saw her, and in love with this version of the character just a few moments after she came on screen. I have to be this character!
I guess you noticed, her head is shaved. Yep, I’m doing it. Unless I freak out and can’t. Nope, totally doing it. Maybe….
Two for the price of one on that head shaving thing.
Sorry about the super blurry picture. She will be great to cosplay, if I can get enough of the accessories done to make it work. I don’t even think I will get time to attempt the arm, not that I really have the skill set for that anyway, but I very much hope I can come up with something for the gear/skull belt.
I’m doing such badass characters this year, when normally I go for cute. Maybe I’m finally growing up….
Seriously, don’t tell me you believed me for even a second on the growing up thing. We are talking about my rather serious hobby of playing dress-up. Of course, going to a fancy tea party is always in the cards for this sugary sweet lolita, except this year the part of “tea” will be played by hard liquor and the “fancy party” will be a group of lovely ladies who want to be the anthropomorphic personification of their favorite booze. Keeping it classy, bitches!
As you can see, not much done here yet.
I will post something new here every day until Dragon Con starts. Mostly so I can stave off the guilt and shame that will descend upon me when I go to writer’s track sessions, where I will be forced to think about how very little I have written this past year. I need the high of getting all pumped up listening to successful writers talk about their success, and being able to project that into my personal future for the coming year. I can’t have the reality of my crippling self-doubt and rather epic ability to avoid work get in the way of my happy brain chemicals and delusions of grandeur. When I hand out those business cards I will be able to say “Oh, yes, there are so many posts on my blog, my own website isn’t wasted money at all, darling. I’m a professional”.