My least favorite part of working really really hard on a costume is that when you do, there will never be good pictures of it.
We recently had a small convention for all the nerd clubs at our college, considering it's art school we have quite the community. Though for an art school there was very little art, the artists alley was barely ten tables with another fifteen vacant, and most of it was Pokemon or porn.
There were a few attendees that were not from our school but for the most part it was people I run into occasionally on campus. The con was split between three buildings when it could have easily been held in one, blah blah blah.
Writing this to write my creeper encounter, and because I haven't updated in forever. Sorry guys :'( I read all your blogs, I really do even if I don't comment!
So my tale begins at the 'cosplay meetup' at the large club building where I didn't know anybody. A girl from back home blatantly ignored me (though she was at my Christmas party and everything this year :/) so I was stuck talking to this cute shy Ranka for a while. Ran out of convo and proceeded to the free food table to eat my feelings while people milled about screaming memes at each other.
This guy walks up, tall with black hair and proceeds to lose his shit over my Haine costume, and I was like 'cool, people know my obscure shoujo cosplay'. We talked for a bit before he began yelling spoilers at me, fantastic. I was a little low on cash during break but had the fabric and wig to pump it out, I'm pretty close to the end of the series but not to the end yet.
Head back to the food table, I have a lot of feelings.
Enter the cosplay contest because the club president was also a fan of the series and she was... adorable so I signed up. A rather gender neutral Lulu wins and as she/he/what bows to the crowd I catch a glimpse of a carpet of back hair. Like- there was no skin.
Later I catch up with friends (as seen in picture above) as they enter a figure painting contest. Losinghisshit-bro comes over and starts telling his friends about me, which is flattering but the way he was talking I felt like an animal in a zoo. Laugh it off, guy leaves. The contest is long so I sit back to enjoy some Batman when suddenly I hear 'Excuse me miss?' and I turn around. CLICK, picture.
I'm not very photogenic so I absolutely hate it when con goers take pictures without permission. I'm happy to pose in cosplay for as long as someone wants, just... ask me first, I feel it's just good etiquette. I look pretty pissed and he apologizes for 'being creepy' and I just sort of nod and say yeah. He snaps another picture (B[) and runs back to the cosplayers upstairs.
Not the worst thing ever, I know of worse con creeper stories but I will be mucho upset if those pictures show up on facebook. So blogger, tell me your creepiest/craziest/most entertaining con story ever.