Explaining a Thing: Basics of Cosplay
There was a post going around with pictures of my apartment on it that lead to a surge in followers.
With that, came a list of cosplay-related questions I’ve never had to answer before because they cover things that seem so ordinary to us as cosplayers, but apparently not to the public at large.
Below I’ll answer some questions that I’ve received along with some I expect to receive after the first answers have been read.
Keep in mind, although I would like to think in a very broad sense, I can only answer for myself. These points I am making below are all about how cosplay works and affects me personally.
Okay! Here we go!
I got a big surge of followers from the gifs in that text post and, in addition to saying hello, I wanted to warn most of you newcomers that while I am a multi-shipper, I mostly ship Wincest, Sabriel, and Sastiel
Basically, people having sex with Sam is great
So if you’re looking for another Destiel blog, I’m sorry to tell you that I’ve grown as a shipper and I don’t have much Castiel on the blog much of at all
That being said, welcome everybody! I hope you enjoy your stay!
And I really hope you like Jared Padalecki and people who have money problems!
Tiny Guide to Isa’s Fandom Cosplays
Teeny tiny, you’d barely even notice it
Separated into categories and subcategories and character so try to keep up a bit
If I do my job right, there will eventually be links
Here we go!
I feel really dumb but uh, how do you say your name/ username?
THIS IS NOT A DUMB QUESTION
YOU ARE GOOD FOR ASKING
IF ANYBODY NEEDS HELP SAYING MY NAME, EVEN IF YOU KNOW ME IN REAL LIFE PLEASE JUST FUCKING ASK
I WON’T CORRECT YOU IF YOU’RE WRONG.
BUT I WILL HAPPILY TELL YOU EXACTLY HOW TO SAY MY NAME.
It’s short for Isabella
So my username is
Isa (pronounced Izz-uh)
Isa (again, pronounced Izz-uh)
No “EEEE” sounds
It hurts my ears
“Tell me how you made your wings!” is the new “OMG CAN I LIVE WITH YOU?!”
Isa is an Isa
It’s pronounced Izz-uh
Like the part of a sentence that is about to describe something else.
"That cat IS A fatty. You should stop feeding it."
“That IS A good point, but I like fat cats.”
It’s pretty easy to say when you get the hang of it.
Isa is not pronounced EEEEEsa.
You are wrong.
…..but I won’t correct you because there’s never a good time to tell someone that they are saying your name wrong.
IF YOU ASK ME TO SAY MY NAME I’LL TEACH YOU HOW TO SAY IT.
DON’T WORRY, I’LL PROBABLY LIKE YOU MORE SINCE IT MEANS YOU’RE ACTUALLY TRYING.
Just a PSA for people who read my name on the internet and later meet me irl
Is that a homunculus tattoo on your leg?
I’m going to publish this one because somehow THIS was the question I kept getting after I broke my lamp?
The answer is yes.
Envy’s tattoo from Fullmetal Alchemist
It’s the anime design, but it’s in black like the manga? Don’t judge me.
Got it three days before my dad died in 2008— I was a baby at 17 and it took a lot of tries to find a tattoo parlor that would tat a minor, even with the parent present
Might as well post the full analysis— the dragon on the outside was self-sufficient (which I wasn’t, but was forced to become), the star is not the Star of David but a triangle with a larger triangle that represents one person within the world of a larger person (a big theme in the original anime)
And it’s on my upper thigh 1. because Envy has his there and I had a major crush on him 2. because Envy has his there and his homunculus power was the ability to change his appearance which I had always longed for and admired and 3. because it isn’t too often that people see that high up on my leg so it was more personal to me than to show to the world
Though it does mean I can’t work at Hooters.
Hey, I'm curious. How did the name John come about for John? (As in, your John, not John John. John. John John John. It doesn't look like a word anymore.)
Legit because I don’t like the name Gretchen and she was exactly like John Watson when she moved in with me.
I would always joke around and call her John when I needed her
and then I needed her like, all the time so her name just became John.
i can't believe you're straight....
I was going to ignore this because who cares right?
But I really think there’s a lesson to be learned here so, I’m going to tell you my story.
And you’re going to learn something about me.
This was my first boyfriend. The picture was taken about two years ago (because I’ve lost a lot of pictures from highschool) but I dated him for…. three months my freshman year of H.S.
Then for another month and a half because I was guilted into taking him back
I think that my hormones has reacted negatively to his since I felt like he just wasn’t manly enough. Apparently he thought the same since he and his boyfriend are doing really well now~
Whoops! My first boyfriend was gay
(So far he’s the only one though)
Next was Dylan. Dylan was about as short as John is now. He was the little ball of fire I needed to really enjoy life. He had tried to kill himself like, six times? Every time someone has accidentally saved him. I always thought that was funny….. He’s married and in Guatemala now. Who would’ve thought, right? I don’t know where our pictures are….probably on facebook.
Who was next? I think Richard was next?
I loved Richard a lot, and I still love him as a dear friend. He was the last boy my dad met before he died and I think that the connection made me hang on to him longer than I should’ve emotionally. Because the next guy did me a whole bunch of wrong. But Richard was a great boyfriend when he wasn’t late to everything. We were late to my dad’s funeral, to my prom, and he completely MISSED my graduation….
He’s the reason I have absolutely no patience for anybody who is late. Ever. Don’t be late.
Fish. Fucking Fish is next. Didn’t think that I was important enough to call me his girlfriend. I think he was ashamed.
But I loved him. I fucking loved that son of a fucking bitch.
So when he would call me at 1am,2am,3am—whenever—just because he was a little horny you bet your fucking ass that I snuck out of the house and drove my POS truck twenty minutes to be with him.
This happened for a YEAR.
He made fun of my weight (He was really skinny/fit and would constantly tell me to lose weight)
This is him. We don’t have any pictures together because he was afraid someone would find out we were together.
You’ve never met anybody more paranoid.
He was one of the lowest points of my life— a constant reminder that I was a thing but that I wasn’t good enough to be HIS thing.
MATT! Matt was obviously a replacement for Fish. They even look the same from behind. Both of them were 6’4”, skinny, and had blue eyes.
Problem was that I didn’t know how to receive love after Fish so I just couldn’t accept him. It was a real shame— for the month we were together freshman year of college we went on a date every single night. He was one of those perfect boyfriends you’d wish you found. Picnics at the fountain, midnight strolls, frisbee and football at the beach….
I saw him recently and said hi but he didn’t look at me. I think he’s forgotten. It’s kinda sad, but I’m glad he existed when he did.
JAMES! My longest and most passionate male relationship!
God I love him. Still do— I check up on him every now and then. I just have a bit of trouble with the direction he’s taking his life
—Which is fine now since I’m not a factor in that equation, but for a long time I swore that I’d marry him.
He saved me from my thoughts.
Or, from those thoughts Fish gave me, really.
We worshipped each other. And a lot of the time it meant that we’d spend the whole weekend in bed instead of actually doing anything.
We didn’t mind.
Our friends probably did though— we were that couple that continuously bailed on plans so we could bed.
It was niiiiiiiiiice~
But long distance took a big toll on us. We broke up with me over the phone on the anniversary of my father’s death. In hindsight we probably weren’t on par emotionally as we were physically.
Lantz is probably one of my biggest regrets.
I had just gotten off of James and he had just left his girlfriend and he had these abs. These glorious abs. And I couldn’t help myself.
I think we dated in secret (from his crazy exgirlfriend) for a month and a half? I’ll admit that I….may have taken advantage of him, but he was another tall, skinny guy and I couldn’t get enough of them!
The last notable one before John was Zack
One of the most perfect textbook boyfriends ever. He made me presents, he took me to Disney to meet Mary Poppins, we could cosplayed….we were just really good together!
Problem was that I share EVERYTHING about myself always. That’s how you learn to trust other people, you tell them about yourself.
He just plain wouldn’t tell me his age for weeks.
Who does that?!
And his name? No. It wasn’t Zack. Zack was short. For ISAAC.
HIS NAME IS ACTUALLY ISAAC!
WE WERE -NOT- GOING TO BE ISA AND ISAAC!!!
In the end, the secrets annoyed me too much and we split.
That is the shortened list of my past relationships. I say shortened because the week-long ones are worth mentioning. The constant dates in Sophomore year or Freshman year when I was trying to lose Fish… there are so many men in my life that MAKE my life.
So I don’t give a shit whether or not you think I’m straight but the point is that I sexually prefer men who are taller than me and skinnier than me and who are ripped. That’s just my type. I am straight— I like men, I like their minds, I like their bodies, I like feeling feminine next to them, I like how possessive they get, I just really fucking like men.
And then fucking John comes along and she isn’t even fucking butch— the most adorable fucking girl in the world who’s tiny with giant boobs and bright eyes and the cutest giggle and she’s nothing like my past relationships or my preferred look but I love her.
And that does NOT change the fact that ALL of these men exist and that I loved them and still love them and DON’T TRY TO LABEL ME BECAUSE OF JOHN.
I’VE DATED JOHN FOR FIVE AND A HALF MONTHS. SHE DOES NOT NEGATE EIGHT YEARS OF MEN.
AND DON’T YOU TRY TO ERASE MY PAST TO MAKE SENSE OF MY PRESENT.
My new Benny contacts came in!
I was really excited to try them on since I got Gray this time instead of blue (which looked a bit muddy)
Turns out I probably should’ve gone with the blue.
The Gray looks great in BRIGHT BRIGHT blue light, but my pupils shrink so you can see the brown still.
Otherwise, like in the first and last pictures, it’s barely noticable
Puffy 3 Tone: Shinny Gray (That’s how they spell Shiny, not my mistake)
(What I want to do for a living)
I’m just really fugging excited about being a panelist for the costuming and makeup panels
Like, this is what I want to DO
I feel like I’m getting closer to that thing my life is for!
First, make up panels
Next, make up for doctor who.
Cardiff should be nice compared to this Florida thing I’ve got going on
Or Canada for Supernatural…
Or fugging ANYWHERE if I can take a paintbrush to Benny’s lips.
I don’t think they hire fangirls though.
I’d like to end up in the Syfy channel circuit….
How incredibly interesting would work be if I was makeup artist on SHARKWORM ATTACKS 2: THE RETURN OF CROCOPUS!
I would laugh a lot every day.
No, they have the original, but the exact one that Sherlock has is a blue and chocolate brown, and yours was white and very black, so I was just wondering. Did you make the stencil yourself?
Sorry for my wildly inaccurate wall painting?
Well, I get this question a lot so I’ll just throw it in the FAQs if it ain’t there yet—yes I made the stencil myself. Yes, it took a long time and a sore hand. No, I’m next selling stencils (partly because copywritten design, partly because homg the amount of work)
I used black spray paint because I thought it would be faster and cheaper. It was cheaper ($6 for whole wall) but I’d rather spend the extra time to do it with real paint next time we move.
Apparently next time it will be blue and chocolate brown.
how do you pronounce your url? isa-isa-nisa? is-asian-isa? isa-is-anisa? i-saisan-isa? is it all one word or what? THIS IS DRIVING ME NUTS, PLEASE HELP.
IT IS LITERALLY THE BIGGEST TEXT ON MY PAGE
ISA IS AN ISA
ISABELLA IS AN ISABELLA
IT’S THE NAME OF MY BLOG.
edit: apparently not.
it IS the name of my tab though, so that’s something
Izz-uh is an Izz-uh is the name
I'm really sorry, but I was looking through your faqs, and I saw that you and John don't sleep in the same bed. Why? Please don't take this the wrong way, I'm just curious.
The answer is “because that post was made before we started sleeping in the same bed”
Actually, it goes even further than that because now neither of us sleeps without the other person. Like, we can’t.
It sounds cute and shit
…..until you realize that she works up until right before I have to go to school
And insomnia isn’t fun, kids
The reasoning behind sleeping separately stemmed from the concept of our own spaces. I wanted a place where either of us can go if we just wanted to be alone. We spend all of our time together and I thought that I would slowly become more and more annoyed at her, but I didn’t.
—also I take up the whole bed with my giant limbs.
So yes, Anon
Thank you for reading my FAQs (I love people who do!) but we are, in fact, sleeping together now
If you don’t like the comment I put on my pictures, ask and I’ll totally get rid of it!
A lot of the time it’s just aggravation at the amount of work it took to take the stupid picture, but sometimes what I put there is important and I don’t want to get rid of it
That really doesn’t happen often.
Don’t want to clog your blog with mindless ramblings and I totally understand!
Just ask and I’ll reboot it with a new description!