I’m a little late in posting this one, but it doesn’t matter much. Does it?
Last month, I was present at a Cosplay Meet at Marina Bay Sands for the annual ACM14, formerly known as CureFest.
On the day itself, it was really hot out but I was rather thankful for it (I guess) since my gloves were falling from my arms while my boot covers were slipping from my legs. I was really sticky and warm under my costume, so un-sexy. Why, you ask?
It’s really simple, really. I was ready to dedicate my entire year (and probably the following years to come) to Marvel and DC cosplay. Then I realized that that would mean I’d miss out on tons of really fun cosplay conventions and I didn’t want that.
But I didn’t have a costume and the convention (ACM14) was two weeks away.
So I did what any sane cosplayer would do. I borrowed a costume from a friend.
Originally, I was supposed to be Snow Miku, from the Volcaloid series but I could fit everything but the top that went round my ribcage (stupid ribcage!). It didn’t help that the material wasn’t the least stretchy.
So in came Plan B, Cloche Leythal Pastalia.
Have you heard of her? Because till the day I had to cosplay her, I had no clue and I have never been so embarrassed in my life, cosplaying a character I don’t know a thing about.
It was a good thing though, that my friend had a really strong cosplay for her. He had a sword and everything. Oh yeah. Forgot to mention that my friend cross-plays. Cool, huh?
The only problem was that on the day itself (because he swore that I could fit it), the chest area was too big for me. Talk about a reverse bitch slap from life.
Either way, we ended up safety pinning at least two inches of fabric together so that the top of the dress didn’t simply flop off my body. When disaster was finally (or seemingly) averted, I peered down and found the front of the chest area seriously lacking. Or should I say, I found my chest area seriously lacking. I’d never been so self conscious of my boobs in my life, if anything, I’d been proud of them. After being comforted by said friend after he had peered down my then-non-existent cleavage, I realized that it was probably because of all the safety pinning that the front part bunched up.
That being said, I proceeded to maniacally double-sided tape the costume to myself, in hopes that I wouldn’t end up giving some random photographer a really gross boob shot.
The boot covers and gloves were elastic but my body decided to just be too skinny to fit any of them properly.
I’m at that stage, you see. Not fitting anything that has the generic S-M-L sizing and ripping all my stockings.
^ I managed to find a friend I made on instagram! So much for don’t talk to strangers, that’s a loophole right there.
A few things I should learn by now, is that a lot of people may take your photos at the event but it doesn’t mean that you’ll find them online after everything! I’ve got to start bribing my friends to tag along and take photos of me soon 😦 If not I’d have to go to organized photoshoots, which are sometimes very dodgy especially if you don’t remember the guy. I haven’t tried those yet and I’m not about to.
I’ve been searching high and low, forum to forum for my pictures but it turns out that I can’t find any! Have I been cut out from the crop? ): So demoralizing!
Then again, I only went from Day 1 from 1pm – 4pm so… I’m actually just trying to make myself feel better. Lol.
Sigh. I’m very happy with what I’ve found though, but if anyone recognizes me, please comment below, okay? I’d love to update this post!
Most of my pictures were either taken from my friend’s phone or from Flickr, when the photographer gave me his name card.
Either way, I had a really great time.
Look out for me next time, okay? Let’s be friends~ :>