It’s Best Not To Irritate The Demons
I’m a former professional costumer and I still love sewing and building props. My boyfriend and I met at a convention, and as you might imagine, we cosplay together at every opportunity. While I love making costumes, I don’t like wearing anything too complicated or heavy; I prefer lightweight and flattering. My boyfriend, on the other hand, loves elaborate costumes; the bigger and more impressive, the better. This suits us both beautifully; he buys the materials, I make both costumes, he’s my model, and I’m his handler since most of the masks tend to limit visibility.
At a recent convention, he is dressed as a many-eyed demon — a costume I am particularly proud of — and I am in a fairly simple kimono as a character from the same series. We’ve been getting compliments all day. Then, a guy stops us to get a better look.
Guy: “Dude, great costume!”
Boyfriend & Me: “Thanks!”
At this, the guy turns nasty and wheels around to glare at me.
Guy: “I wasn’t talking to you! What, did you thrift that outfit yourself?”
Boyfriend: “Dude… she’s the one who made this.”
Guy: “Big deal. You’re the one wearing it! Chicks are supposed to do s*** for their men, anyway.”
My boyfriend is a fairly big guy to begin with; with the costume’s mask and horns, he comes in at just about nine feet tall, and upon hearing this, he uses that to his advantage and LOOMS.
Boyfriend: “You need to leave, or I just might decide to harvest a few more human parts.”
The guy splutters and stomps off. A nearby demon slayer from a different series, who’s been watching the whole thing, grinned.
Slayer: “You both look great. Usually, I slay monsters, but in this case, I think the demon gets a pass. You want to hunt that guy, I won’t tell.”
Me: “Yep! He’s my favorite demon. He protects me from all the dangerous humans.”
Both of them had a good laugh at that, and when a few other people wandered over, the slayer wound up joining us in an ad hoc photoshoot.
