Hi! I'm new to making my own cosplay, this is my first time doing it all myself. Unfortunately, I've hit a few road blocks as I'm preparing to make it. I'm trying to make Glimmer from the new She-Ra, and her boots are peculiar and I'm not sure how to go about making them at all. Do you have any suggestions for a process I could use for her boots?
Hello there!
There are two major ways to go about making cosplay boots: one is to paint an existing pair of boots, and the other is to make bootcovers. For this project, I would recommend bootcovers, since you can get the correct seaming.
There are a large number of bootcover tutorials on the website, but I’ll briefly go over the method that I would recommend for this.
For something with complicated seaming like this, I would recommend doing the leg wrap method of patterning. You will cover your leg and your base shoe in a layer of saran wrap and then a layer of duct tape (or just a few layers of Glad Press N Seal wrap, if you don’t need it to be super sturdy). Once your leg is wrapped, draw your seamlines on the duct tape with a permanent marker. I would recommend doing the purple seamlines and ignoring the blue swirl for now, unless you feel confident enough to do the more complicated seaming required. You will end up with a toe piece, the top band, a front piece, and a back piece, likely with a seam up the back so it can fit around your ankle. Label these and cut them apart.
You will then add seam allowance to the pieces and cut them out of your fabric – light blue for the toe (which may require a seam or a dart up it to get the curve), light purple for the band and for the back, and dark purple for the front. I would recommend a stretch fabric that doesn’t fray, like a matte miliskin.
If you are attaching the shoes inside permanently, you can simply keep some of the length at the bottom around the sole. If you want to be able to slip out your shoes, be sure that your pattern includes the sole, as well.
Sew these pieces together, and attach your sole as needed. If you are glueing the covers to your shoes, slash the bottom like you are clipping curves while sewing and glue, and then glue a separate sole piece on top. If not, you can add non-slip fabric (often sold in the baby section of the fabric store – this is the stuff for making sure footie pajamas don’t slip) to the bottom, add a dense foam or leather sole piece (glued on), or you can add puffy paint or hot glue dots and swirls for grip.
For the blue swirl up the leg, if you are confident in piecing the bootcovers together, you already included them in the pattern and they are done. If not, you will create a separate pattern for them and attach them on top. Personally, I would glue them, but you can also applique them (sew them on top) once the bootcovers are mostly assembled but the sole is not finished yet. Do the same for the crescent moons.
And congrats! You will have some nice bootcovers for your costume! It may take a bit of practice, so if this is your first time making something like this, I would recommend getting extra fabric so you can make a mockup.
1:Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
I would prefer them to be closed but I can’t seem to close them so I’m forced to keep them open. But when I get the choice, definitely closed because it’s stressful to have them open.
2:Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?
Only if I like the smell, but usually not cause they have a weird lemony scent that is just, idk, weird to me lol
3:Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?
I don’t...sleep with sheets
4:Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
No, but there’s a couple that I really like. I don’t have the balls to steal a street sign
5:Do you like to use post-it notes?
I do! I love post-it notes, but not for note taking or anything like that. I make things with post-its :)
6:Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?
Oh hell yeah, all the time. I don’t know that I’ve ever actually used a coupon tbh
7:Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?
Hmm, I dunno probably a big bear. I hate bees, the stingers hurt a lot, and i’m terrified of them as it is. Give me a reason to be genuinely afraid of bears
8:Do you have freckles?
A few, but I’d love to have more
9:Do you always smile for pictures?
I try to, but it’s really uncomfortable usually
10:What is your biggest pet peeve?
People not listening to me the first time then getting mad at me for not telling them something, or getting talked over while I’m talking
First, let me just say I’m super sorry for this late gift. I haven’t been able to access a good wifi connection for a whole week and I just got back. I hope you enjoy your gift!
So I went with the Aladdin AU but I mixed things up a bit?
In this world the Sultan has no son and no daughter. He’s old, and he needs an heir. Given the eccentric personality he contains (and a streak of rebelliousness that never really faded) he ignores the advice of his head advisor and decides to send word to foreign kingdoms – send your princes, the messengers declare, and if they are to my liking, I will make them the next Sultan.
They come in droves. Princes from far and wide, from kingdoms as great as Agrabah but also from kingdoms who barely qualify as kingdoms. All looking for the power becoming Sultan of Agrabah would grant them. They come, but they don’t return.
The assassin goes by the codename Jasmine, pure snark and skill with a knife wrapped in a seductive package, fooling the princes until the knife is between their ribs and they realize Romano is more than just a pretty face. Jafar is very pleased with his choice. The Sultan is confused, and grows more susceptible day by day to Jafar’s sultry advice to end the decree. It’s not like any of the princes so far have been suitable anyway.
One more, the Sultan says. I’ll give one more chance.
Spain in this world still meets the genie, still makes a wish that makes him a prince, but this time it’s a wish entirely unmotivated by meeting the princess. This time it’s for the sole purpose of becoming a prince and leaving the streets once and for all. This time it’s not so selfish - as a prince he’ll be able to do much more to help the ‘streetrats’ of Agrabah.
He’s welcomed into the palace by the Sultan, who’s placing all his bets on this slightly awkward prince to be the Sultan he hopes he can become. Jafar greets him next with a smile on his face, secure in the fact that this is the final lamb he must sacrifice before he can take the throne.
At the stroke of midnight, Romano enters the chambers of the prince as scheduled, dressed as a courtesan with a knife hidden in the folds of his outfit. The smirk on his face is painted on – on the inside he’s just waiting for this to be over, because it’s the same deal every time. They put their grubby paws on his body, and when they get close enough he gets a brief flicker of satisfaction in the dawning horror on their face as they realize that a) he isn’t a woman, and b) the knife in their chest is very, very real.
Except when he saunters in the prince looks up, blushes, and turns away. He fiddles with the lamp in his hands, and awkwardly asks him to leave, because his services won’t be necessary. Romano is at once infuriated and intrigued. Infuriated because fuck you he makes a gorgeous courtesan, and intrigued because this is the first time he’s been refused.
He sways closer, determined to carry out his goddamn job anyway, and watches the prince’s eyes widen. They flick downwards quickly, and the tip of a red tongue darts out to wet his lips. A curl of satisfaction stirs in Romano’s chest, and his next step is more confident.
A hand thrusts out, and Romano is pushed back a little, steps faltering and eyes widening in surprise. The prince holds out a shiny, red tomato (and where did he pull that from?) and there’s a hesitant smile on his face.
To say that Romano is a bit flabbergasted would be an understatement, but he takes it in stride and leans forward to take a bite. So he’s into foodplay, that’s ok. Romano’s taken on kinkier targets.
The prince’s face morphs to take on the same shade as the tomato, and he all but hurls the fruit at Romano’s face. His reflexes save him, and he catches the damn thing, but not before a swear word or two leaves his mouth.
“ohmygod I’m so sorry” the prince babbles. “You’re gorgeous but I’m gay and this really isn’t what I’m here for.”
When his grandkids ask him about this in the future, Romano will say he was suave and collected, charming Spain into a dazed stupor and exiting the room gracefully.
What really goes down is a little more like this:
Romano pauses with his mouth full of tomato, a thin line of red juice running down the side of his chin. He takes a second to chew, and then swallow, and then speak the word that will condemn him forever to death by embarrassment.
“Same.”
It’s the truth – Spain is a gorgeous, shirtless man and Romano is very, very gay. He’s also not really here to seduce him, as wonderful as the prospect sounds. (Unless your version of seduction includes stabbing strangers – in which case I worry for you.)
But the truth isn’t really what he’s supposed to be saying here, and he realizes this fact perhaps a second too late. By then, the damage has already been done, and they’re both left standing there, staring at each other like a pair of dolts.
(Which they are)
They do this until Romano comes to his senses and decides that the best course of action right now is to fling himself out the nearest exit – which happens to be the balcony. He would have been fine, but Spain doesn’t know this and he sure as hell isn’t about to let this unknown beauty jump to his death. The carpet is summoned, Romano is saved (squawking) and there is chaos.
[I’m on a flying carpet.
Yes you are.
You own a flying carpet.
I do.
What the fuck.
Same. ]
Romano, at this point, is shook beyond his shookable boundaries. He allows himself to be helped back onto the balcony, hands holding tight onto Spain’s. They stumble together back into his room, and in an attempt to lighten the mood Spain tells Romano little anecdotes about his time on the streets. He’s careful to make it seem like he’s just a spoiled brat that got bored with palace life and decided to roam, but as he continues, he makes little slips here and there. They’re not terribly obvious, mind you, but they’re enough for Romano to get it.
The not-quite-a-prince doesn’t seem to notice Romano’s dawning understanding, and keeps rambling on about the baby turtles he’d freed from the markets, joyfully gesticulating his adventures to his silent audience.
For the first night in a long time, he leaves the chambers without blood on his hands.
He reports back to Jafar with some shite excuse, something about wanting to wait a bit longer so as to savour his final kill or whatever. The head advisor isn’t too pleased about his decision, but he’s in a good mood, and so he lets it pass.
He goes back every night, listens to Spain ramble and watches him smile. He feels his heart skip a beat when Spain’s eyes light up as he enters the room – it’s pure delight at his presence and so, so different from what he’s used to.
Is he supposed to be the one to extinguish that light? Time is running out, and Jafar is getting impatient – the Sultan grows to like Spain more and more by the day and Jafar is losing his favour. Spain needs to die.
So on the final night Romano creeps into the room, knife held close to his chest, tears trickling in silent streams down his face. He moves without a sound, raising the knife above a sleeping Spain’s chest, and –
He can’t do it.
The hand that holds the knife wavers and recedes. He lets it clatter to the ground, waking a confused and groggy Spain who turns to look at him with perplexed, innocent eyes. He spots the knife, sees Romano’s pain-filled eyes, connects the dots.
He doesn’t say anything, just opens his arms and lets Romano fall into them, sobbing and swearing up a storm. From there on everything comes out – what Romano’s done for Jafar, what he was about to do. He cries and cries until there’s nothing left to cry out, and when he’s done he looks up to see a gentle smile on Spain’s lips, forming the words, ‘It’s ok’.
It’s really not, but in his warm embrace, Romano thinks one day, it might be.
.
Jafar is dealt with by a giant, blue creature that bursts out of the lamp Romano has always seen Spain holding. He’s heard of djinn, but he’s never met one in real life. They’re not as scary as the stories make them out to be; this one has a face filled with humour and warmth, and makes Romano wonder if the old adage about dogs being like their masters applies to djinn too.
Romano confesses his crimes to the Sultan, and is surprised when the Sultan tells him to rise. The old man is… an old man, one who’s seen and made his fair share of mistakes. He tells Romano it’s not his fault (even though it is) and says if he really wants to, he can stay in the castle and repay whatever debt he feels needs to be repaid.
Spain stands meekly at the side through all of this, having already made his own confession to the Sultan about his identity. (The Sultan had only thrown his head back and laughed – he’d known all along) He perks up when the Sultan asks Romano if he’d like to stay and looks eagerly at Romano with the same light in his eyes that he’d been so fearful of extinguishing.
This is your pinch hit valentine. I am so sorry, we have absolutely no idea where they are or what’s happening to them right now. Also, sorry for the lateness! It was tricky trying to pick which of your prompts to write about because they’re all so good! This one isn’t exactly historical, and its more fantasy, but I hope you like it anyways.
Belated Happy Valentines!
Beauty and the Beast - fantasy crack!fic
Once upon a time, there was a prince in a faraway kingdom. He was as handsome as he was brave, and as kind as he was handsome. The get away here is that he was handsome. Very handsome. So handsome that he can’t get past the castle gates unaccosted by any passersby. Maidens would swoon, Madames would faint and older aunties would pinch his cheeks. There were pats on the back from the menfolk, shoves from the younger squires and tantrums from clingy children. It’s just unbecoming of this kingdom!
Ahem, that’s why when the Prince’s favorite fairy came by, he asked to be given a wish: to make him into a horrible beast so ugly no one would ever want to be near him at all.
This was all well and good but the further the troubadours get from the kingdom, their powers of artistic interpretation rises dramatically. And so it has come to pass that any person of noble birth wanting to test their mettle would immediately be told the story of the horrid Beast and be sent on their way to slay the damned creature.
That was how Antonio met Romano.
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Antonio fought his way out of the winter-chilled thicket deep in the forest. He was freezing. His sword burned a brand of frost on his back. He had spent the last of his coin on the ship fare that took him all the way to Italius. He hadn’t cared about the destination at the time, (he was too busy evading members of the mercenary guild that sold him off to Lordess Greta) but now he wished he did.
Italius was a kingdom settled on land reaching out to the sea, on the edge of the Great Empire. They spoke little Standard Speech and Antonio had not met a single personage of higher ranking that cared enough about news from the heart fo the Greater Empire. All they seemed to care about was the Beast.
In his attempt to earn a place to eat and sleep, Antonio had promised the innkeeper a single rose from the Beast’s garden in exchange.
The innkeeper only shook his head and handed him a map Antonio swore was made from rat hide.
Antonio, the fool that he was, never broke his promises. He’ll complete this one quest to thank the innkeeper before going on his way.
He cursed when a tree branch tore through his sleeve. He had to get out of this cursed forest first if he ever wants the chance of snatching that rose. If he had to kill the Beast, then so be it. Perhaps he can return the beast’s head for a bounty.
He did think it odd when there were no notice about the Beast anywhere in the tavern.
There, up ahead, lay a gate made of stone, its wooden doors spread wide, practically inviting for a mercenary like Antonio. He picked up his pace. The gates didn’t waver nor go further, like most castle protections were wont to do. He was all but spit out by the forest and slowly made his way across.
The castle was normal looking from this far. The grounds between the castle and the gate is massive and decorated by fountains, almost as if this was a pleasure mansion instead of a siege castle. Maybe that was why the people in this kingdom seemed peaceful. They’d never had to fear attacks on land from neighboring kingdoms.
Antonio went to investigate the right side of the castle. The map said the garden was in this direction, so he went around the castle and past a small stone bridge over a brook, to get into what seemed like the rose garden. Besides, there were signs pointing the way.
A stone wall covered by vines burst into view as he went around a corner. A flat-faced boulder on the ground proclaimed it: “The Rose Garden - Keep out!” The vines were thick but brittle, so Antonio had to use his wits to climb the wall and get to the other side.
The smell of roses almost threaten to overwhelm his senses. The flowers were in full bloom, despite the season; its leaves spread thick and verdant as if its mid-summer. Antonio’s gut tensed. The garden reeked of magic.
The castle gate had no magic, and yet this garden did. Antonio had not gotten lost in the forest, no matter how far left he went. Then, he had promised the innkeeper one rose, despite not knowing about the rose garden before that moment.
He wasn’t liking this at all.
But... a deal was a deal, and Antonio never broke his promises.
He plucks a rose next to him with one of his smaller knives, the cold making it harder to hold. That’s when he hears it, a soft whimpering noise.
Someone was crying.
It was such a pitiful sound, full of anguish and despair. Antonio dropped the rose he was holding and walked into the garden.
There was a figure slumped over a small fountain under a canopy of thick vines, making it hard to see. Their sobs melt with the bubbling sounds the fountain made. Antonio took a step closer before coming to himself.
He had only meant to take a rose. How... when did he get here?
There seemed a quiet voice in his head urging him to do things, to comfort the creature by the fountain. Antonio clutched his head.
“No! Shut up!” he shouted. Then, with his heart filled with fear, he gripped his sword and lunged.
The creature let out an howl no human could ever imitate. It grabbed its back with a fist that resembled a paw. Antonio kicked it’s back, sending it sprawling to the ground outside the canopy, before holding his sword on the top of the creatures head.
He froze. The creature had looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, begging with his green gaze, surprised and hurt in turn.
And Antonio felt that they were the same.
He, the mercenary, once belonging to a house, now betrayed and hunted by the very same brothers and sisters in arms that he would have laid his life for.
The creature, in its docility and moment of emotional vulnerability, hunted down by Antonio for nothing but a rose and a rumor.
Antonio took in heaving breaths, thinking clearer than he had since he set foot in this kingdom. The sword was still in his hand, pointed still at the creature’s neck.
He jumps back, taking the sword with him.
“Who are you? What is this place doing to me?”
The voice that answered him was surprisingly scrawny.
“It’s the curse, you dumb fuck! Why did you hit me with a sword?! I should have you p-put in the stocks for this!” the creature said, rising to his clawed feet, dressed in a suit of deep blue and gold. Two curled horns protruded out of the curling hair growing on its head. He also wore a crown, its jewels sparkling under the sun.
Antonio raised his sword and the creature... man... The Beast cowered away, curling on itself and crying out in pain.
“What curse?”
The Beast whimpered. “The one I brought upon myself and my people. It led you here because you... you...”
Antonio pointed his sword at the Beast.
“Only you can break the spell! Please don’t hurt me!”
Antonio frowned. Breaking spells were nasty business. Magic, unless infused in one’s weapons, were so unwieldy and beyond what humans could comprehend.
The Beast continued to look at him hopefully.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Antonio,” came out of the mercenary’s lips before he could stop himself. The Beast’s bright green eyes were compelling. He shifted his gaze to the Beast’s crown.
"I’m the Crown Prince of Vitalius and Lord of...” (Antonio spaced out around this part, since the man started listing his titles in a lot of places.) “Romano...” (Antonio spaced out around this part too. Royalty loved giving their children too many names.) “...di Vargas.”
“Let me hire you, Antonio,” Romano continued with a surprising quiver in his voice. Antonio only now noticed the blood trickling down his side and on to the snow covered ground. “Break this curse while preserving my life and, by my blood, you shall have whatever you ask of me.”
Antonio blinked. That was pretty tall for a noble prince, but then again, Antonio had nearly killed him... can still kill him. “What proof do I have that you’ll keep your promise?”
“My back,” Romano mumbled, “It burns. The physician’s quarters is in the East Wing. We’ll remain unperturbed here for a while yet; My people know not to disturb me when I’m here.
“I can die here, branding you a killer of the heir to the throne,” he said, pointing at his crown, “and you’ll be persecuted all the way to hell. Or you accept my hire and we both get out of here alive.”
Antonio still wasn’t convinced. “Why am I the only one who can break this curse?”
Romano faltered, his legs trembled and he slid down to the ground in a less than graceful manner. His face turned tomato-red and his cheeks kept puffing in attempt to answer the question.
Antonio took pity on him. “If you say it quick enough, it won’t hurt as much.”
Romano turned an even deeper shade of red. “It’sbecauseIlikeyou.”
Antonio blinked. “What?”
“You’re my type, you bastard! It’s a true-love kind of curse!”
Antonio blinked again.
“Oh god. I’m gonna bleed to death and die as a monster.”
Antonio huffed. “You’re not going to die. It’s only a scratch.”
“Only a scratch-! I’m bleeding!” Romano wailed.
Antonio stepped closer, and closer, and closer still. He got near enough to haul the Beast-- Romano, upright against his shoulder. “I suppose I shouldn’t let you die. Who knows, maybe the rumors are true and you actually look handsome under all that hair.”
Romano spluttered and complained as they made their way out of the secluded garden.
hey holy shit you're the artist of one of my favorite spamano drawins ever from 3 yrs ago ? ( the one where they're holding hands and walking home ) and i gotta say i love your art to death and thank u SO much for participating in my spamano valentines event im so happy that it inspired u to draw spamano again really!!! srry for the random msg lov u bye
YOUR FAVORITE- HJDSAJHK that was forever ago! how do you even remember me lmao. i’m the one who should be thanking you though! for making this event a thing and for keeping the ship afloat :)
maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?
I’ve wanted to learn the violin for a quite a while but just don’t have the time or money to get a violin and classes. Another skill I’ve wanted to learn my whole life is ballet, but there’s multiple reason that I haven’t yet. Other than that, I don’t think so
moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?
I try to be a neat person, and I like having things organized but i just can’t keep up. My house is fairly orderly because of my mom, but my room itself is dangerous. I trip on stuff quite often and I need to clean up desperately.
æ: Your favorite character and how they became such.
Aph Romano is my favourite character, and I’m not sure how he became my favourite. I think when I read Tesoro Mio I fell back in love with Spamano and then Romano himself. He’s so sweet but grumpy and I love his personality so much.
ë: Your fav song from the tracks?
I’m not sure! I don’t listen to the tracks very often, but I do really enjoy the delicious tomato song. I listen to the counting sheep tracks mostly
ö: If you could meet one character, who would it be. Why?
I would love to meet Lovino but I think I’d actually choose Antonio. I love him deeply and I just want to hug him tightly. If I chose Lovino, I would still hug him and introduce him to my cats and dote on him. But I would choose Antonio, just because I adore him so much and would love to sit and play video games and walk around with him. He’s just so sweet and caring.
