conventions and hotels


Underrated Robron/Aaron/Robert scenes:   →  2015-07-20

“Ugh machinery convention, that looks dull. Hotel looks nice though. Have fun boys.

Requested by @notforonesecond

Send me underrated scenes!


This is why we cannot have nice things.

(i took this from a post on facebook i saw someone put up that had to be shared elsewhere)
“1: Broken Light Fixtures on a couple different floors.
2: Busted Exit Sign cause some fuckwad thought it would be A Good Idea to high-five it.
3: Actual fucking flooding in a room.
4: Punching a hole in the bathroom door and writing “One-Punch Man was here.”
5: Writing “Katsucon 2016” all over the stalls on the main floors.”

This beautiful hotel is holding an events for cosplayers to enjoy time away and this is how you repay them? you wonder why they raise prices?. This is totally fucking immature and disgusting and the cosplayers that did this make our community look like shit 

Spread this like wildfire, this is not okay stop destroying things. 

Unintentional Chapter Three: Not Now, Not Today

Chapter Summary: History that you have with someone might conflict somethings when it comes to Jensen.

A/N: Whhhaaaat I’m posting on a Sunday? Someone stop the presses.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Sexy stuff/almost smut, language?

Word Count: 2.1k


Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

You set your tea down and looked at him, trying to maintain a straight face as you played the innocence card. He didn’t know, he couldn’t, right?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mish.” You said as you picked up your tea again, sipping from the mug before it got cold.

Misha looked at you, with what had to be one of the most serious looks he’d ever given you- “You have feelings for Jensen, don’t you?”


You practically spit out your tea.

“No, Misha. I don’t” you deadpanned. And you weren’t lying, you didn’t have feelings for him. What you felt was strictly sexual, you were…pretty sure of it.

“Yes you do.” He responded, and unfortunately, you weren’t going to get out of this one. But if you had to let him think that you had a crush on Jensen so that you didn’t have to tell him about the whole phone sex thing, so be it.

“I don’t know.” you sighed as you set your now empty mug down.

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These are photos of Japanese capsule hotel called Nine Hours. They are located in the Kyoto and Narita airports. A capsule hotel that features a large number of extremely small rooms intended to provide cheap, basic overnight accommodation for guests who do not require the services offered by more conventional hotels.

13 Top Tips for The Traveling Writer from Gail Carriger

1. Thou shalt follow the 6, 2, 1 rule
What’s that? At least six hours sleep, two full meals, and one bath.
Actually, I usually try for 8, 3, 2. I recommend a morning swim (at most cons I get an AM pool to myself) plus a hot tub mini soak and shower. People often forget about the hotel pool when there is a major event, so if you like to swim don’t forget the bathing suit and goggles.

2. Sleep well
I highly recommend investing in ear plugs and an eye mask. That way odd noises and insufficient curtain coverage in strange hotels won’t be a bother. I carry a decongestant as well, in case I’m stuffed up from flying or allergies or temperature shifts.

2. Start as you mean to go on (but probably can’t)
My start? Egg white omelet, vegetarian, no-cheese. As an avowed not-really-breakfast person I force myself to eat this omelet every morning. Most hotels have something like it on the menu. Why? Because it’s the only meal I know I can guarantee I will have time to eat; egg whites are a good solid protein that sticks without weighing me down, and it is always hard to get veg on the go. Convention green rooms and cafes are available for snacks, but those snacks are usually carb heavy and if you get protein, it’s meat or cheese. I find if I start right I don’t worry as much about the rest of the day.

3. Soak thy feet, every night
Keeping in mind that I wear stilettos, I still feel that this applies to everyone – especially at those bigger conventions where you’re walking for miles. I soak my feet and rub lotion into them every night (no matter how tired or how drunk) and this is one of my biggest tips. Nothing is worse than sore feet, treat yours with love.

4. Thou shalt wear deodorant but not perfume or cologne
I know, you love that scent, but no one else does (no matter what they say) and you’re likely putting on too much. Yeah, you really are. This rule holds doubly true if you are flying.

5. Thou shalt tip thy maids
Look, working as a maid in a big hotel really sucks. Leave a tip each day in a prominent place (I usually go for the zone of little bottles in the bathroom) and I add a note with a heart that says “Thank You”. Be a decent human.

6. Thou shalt wear layers
You could be going to the hottest place on earth, or the coldest, but you’re in a convention center or a hotel or a bookstore, and the AC/heating is notoriously tricky. I carry a scarf and a light cardigan at all times.

7. If offered a mint, take it
It’s usually a subtle hint. Take the hint, take the mint. Carry mints yourself, share the love.

8. Honor thy moderator
Moderating a panel is a rough job, but someone has to do it. Be nice. Be polite.

9. Thou shalt carry badge, ID, business cards, phone, cash, name tent, mints, individually wrapped toothpicks, tissues, pain killers & other meds, snacks, and water upon thy person at all times.
Some conventions are great about supplying these kinds of things, some aren’t. Be your own savior, be someone else’s, hack the planet.

10.  Thou shalt not eat raw onions
Well I mean you CAN eat them, just not when on the road and at events. Your favorite food? Practice a little willpower, for everyone’s sake. Eat as many as you want when you get home.

11. Thou shalt follow the protocols of cosplay
No realistic weapons, no sticky substances (AKA the PB & J rule), no view-obstructing wings or hats, be aware of your costumed dimensions. I am well known for my abhorrence of the backpack, but if you insist on one, please be aware of it sticking out behind you. Nothing is worse than being a short female constantly whacked in the face by a backpack-wielding Sasquatch, particularly on planes.

12. Thou shalt not dress like a slob
Look, if you are traveling for work, you’re traveling for WORK. Whether that is as a professional writer or appliance servicing technician. Represent.

13. Say thank you
Someone invited you, someone brought you in, someone argued to make you a guest. Try to find that person and thank them. Thank the people running registration, and the green room, and programming, and the dealer room, and the bookstore. Mostly these are fans and volunteers. They make the event happen and they do it because they want to meet you, they want to meet writers. All they get are complaints, and issues, and fires to put out every day. Don’t add to their stress. And if there is a Dead Dog Party and you happen to be invited, do go. They are often the most fun and you get to meet all the people behind the scenes.

Undeniable Heat Chapter 42: Karaoke

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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After a wonderful dinner making so many more friends, Jensen had pulled you by his side, all of you making your way to the convention hotel where Karaoke was getting ready to start. Walking through the back hallways, you were quickly swept into a room full of tables, food and costumes. Grabbing bags, Brianna and Kim brushed past you, heading towards the bathroom. “Y/N, come help us!” Brianna threw over her shoulder, and looking at Jensen, you shrugged your shoulders, following them. Standing by the sinks, you waited as both women struggled to get dressed in the small stalls, laughing as you heard them cussing.

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Gentle Giant - Simon Minter

Originally posted by sdmn-af

Pairing: Simon Minter/Miniminter & Y/N
Words: 2.4k+
Warning(s): none
Summary/Request: An imagine with Simon we’re you’re a youtuber and you’re having an interview and the interviewer asks who you like to watch and you’re like “I actually watch all of the sidemen” then you get asked who your fav is and you say you’re not telling them later on at the like party type thing si gives you a sdmn hoodie and you’re both tipsy and you joke about si being your fav and you both hit it off? 
A/N: its like 1 minute to 12 so i got it up on Friday!

You were currently in Anaheim in LA for VidCon. You were a gaming/comedy sketch YouTuber with just over 7 million subscribers, and were happy that you could meet your more international viewers.
You were walking around the convention, quickly waving and hugging any people that recognised you, however you were in a rush as you had an interview with Chelsea Briggs in about 5 minutes and you had no idea where you were going.
Spotting a security guard, you asked which direction she was in, and when he saw your creator badge he offered to go with you. You spoke with the man that was about ten times bigger than you, in both muscle and height while you weaved your way around the growing crowds of people. You thank him when you get there, the back-stage hands quickly giving you a microphone as someone introduced you and lightly pushed you out onto the stage.
You waved at the cheering crowd, smiling at Chelsea while you sat on the sofa.
She was very bubbly and happy, however asked questions that were quite generic, nothing that people didn’t already know about you, and about upcoming projects that were already spoken about in full detail on your channel. However, you were a bit stumped when she asked you the following question.
“So who are you watching on YouTube at the minute?” Although it was a simple question, it took you a minute to think up who you had been watching while you weren’t swamped with work.
“I’m actually really getting into the Sidemen at the minute, their stuff is pretty good.”
The look on her face was one of joy in the fact that she could continue the conversation.
“Do you have a favourite?”
“Well it’s definitely not JJ,” you laughed, “He doesn’t upload anymore.” The crowd chuckled slightly.
“But honestly, I do have a favourite, however I know what you people are like,” you say, pointing at the crowd with an accusing finger, “Shipping will end up happening and I don’t want to creep them out before I’ve even met them.”
Chelsea laughs but looks out at the crowd and into the camera that was filming you, “When this goes up later, tweet the link to all the boys, maybe they can get who her favourite is out of her.” She turned back to face you, “But really though, I’m pretty sure they’re in LA, you should all meet up. That would be such a great collab.”
The rest of the interview went on smoothly, with no more awkward questions.

The video of the interview came out a few hours later, just as you were leaving the convention to go to your hotel room. Your twitter was bombarded with tweets about the Sidemen, freaking out about how their faves like each other.
In the car on your way to the hotel your phone buzzed, a DM coming through on Twitter.
You looked and it was from the sidemen official account, asking if you wanted to come to a party tonight at their house they had rented in LA.
You accepted their offer, however were curious about who it was behind the message, however they refused to answer it, saying you would find out later.
Albeit you were confused, you began to get ready for the party.

The party had been going on for quite a while, the house massive and especially with these boys, there was a lot of alcohol flowing. You dandered about the house, drink in hand, having short conversations with very drunk ‘influencers’, who at that moment in time wouldn’t be all that of a positive ‘influence’.
You made your way up the winding staircase and past the multiple people making out on them. You walked down the corridor, not wanting to invade privacies but to get to some fresh air, you opened the door to one of the bedrooms. However, you realised that was a bad idea as soon as you heard two people shouting at you to get out. You hurriedly apologise, backing out of the room as fast as you could. But since you were in such a hurry you weren’t looking behind you, and therefore bumped into someone walking behind you.
“Shit sorry,” you replied, turning around to make sure that they were okay.
When you turned around you looked up to see Simon standing there, a smile on his face and a slight tipsy look to him in general.
“It’s okay, y/n right?” he says, his head tilting to the side slightly at the question.
You nod, looking down at your feet and then looking to the side to see if there were any balconies or windows as it was still quite stuffy in there.
In his tipsy state he understood what you meant and grabbed your hand, pulling you down another corridor and into the room at the end of it. You saw the glass double doors leading out to a delicately lit balcony.
You both go out onto it, looking over the railing to see the mountainous view that was beside the house.
You begin talking, general YouTube stuff, upcoming projects, somewhat more personal stuff that wasn’t on camera. As you were talking it had become chilly, you were only wearing jeans and a string strap top but you assumed that the LA summer heat would make you better.
Simon noticed you shivering a bit, goose bumps rising on your arms.
“Wait here two secs.” He says, setting his drink down on the small outdoor table and running into the room.
“Speaking of new projects, this is the only one fans have seen on any of us.” he said, coming back with a hoodie in his hands.
He gave it to you, and you marvelled at the warmth it brought you as soon as you put it on. It came down to your mid-thigh but at that moment your warmth outweighed your need to look cute.
“So, who actually is your favourite?” he asks, breaking the peaceful silence there was as you overlooked Los Angeles.
You looked over at hm with a smirk on your face. “It’s you,” you say nonchalantly, looking back over the railing.
“Really?” he says, a sound of joy in his voice.
You looked over at him, a smile on your face. “Nah, I’m just kidding. It’s Tobi.” You say, watching the smirk on his face falter. “He seems like the sweetest. He’s cute too.” You continue, internally laughing at the dismay across Simon’s face.
You sigh dramatically, a small giggle escaping your lips, “Fine, fine. It is you. Happy now?”
He smiles over at you, nodding his head slightly. “You’re my favourite too.” He says quietly, hoping you wouldn’t hear.
You both talked into the night, joking about the people messing about below the balcony, having some deep chats mixed in with some very light hearted ones. Eventually the night turns into early morning and you could feel yourself needing to go back to your hotel.
Simon walked you to the front door, weaving through the passed-out bodies on the floor.
You were walking down the driveway when you realised that you still had his hoodie on.
Turning back you saw him watching you from the front door to make sure you got into your taxi safely.
“Do you want this back?” you ask.
He shakes his head, claiming he had a load back home that he could wear.
You nod, walking to the waiting taxi, ready to finally go to sleep at 5 in the morning.

You woke around 3pm, your phone continuously buzzing.
You turned over and reached for it blindly. Your twitter mentions were going crazy about you and the Sidemen actually meeting, and the fact that you had been on loads of peoples snapchats throughout the night, a non-comical version of you that the camera usually didn’t see.
There were many tweets asking if you were okay, as the last thing you had posted on any social media was a lot of partying and someone setting something on fire in the kitchen.
You looked at yourself briefly in the mirror, grimacing slightly, you found your makeup/face wipes and cleaned your face of makeup, replacing your jeans that you had fallen asleep in with a pair of Nike running shorts.
You went over to your full length mirror, snapping a quick picture of you and putting it on your snapchat story, the caption promising that you were safe and well.
You had got a few texts from Simon, whose number you received in your tipsy state last night. They were ones from this morning asking you to text him when you woke up to make sure you were okay, then later ones asking you to come over later to chill with all of them.
You replied to him, saying you’d be over in an hour.

You eventually got to the house, and were immediately roped into helping to tidy up before you all filmed a video. You protested a bit at the start but agreed that a group of boys were useless at cleaning up after seeing what little they had actually managed.
You all filmed a video of never have I ever for Simon’s channel, however you knew how much would actually have to be cut out when he edits it.
You check your phone for the first time in a couple of hours and go onto your Twitter.
You found a lot of screenshots of your latest snapchat, accompanied with question marks. You scrolled a bit and found one with, ‘is that Simon’s hoodie?’.
You smiled at it and replied to her.
‘It’s mine now’.

You hang out with the boys for the next couple of days until you need to go home to London. In those few days, you filmed some more group videos, hoping you’ll be able to get it edited on the plane journey home. Over those days you also found out that it was Lewis who had messaged you through the Sidemen’s twitter, as, and you quote ‘all the boys were being pussies’.
You strolled through the airport towards your gate, knowing that you would be on time.
After getting the assistance of the nice man behind you to put your hand luggage in the compartment above you because you were too short to reach, you sat down on the seat closest to the window, plugging in your earphones you waited for the plane to take off.
“I’m sorry for the delay, there are a few passengers not aboard the flight but we shall be taking off shortly.” You hear the pilot say over the tannoy.
You closed your eyes to try and make yourself more comfortable on the flight before you began flying, it not being your favourite thing in the world.
You briefly heard voices apologising to those on the plane for being late, the voices becoming louder as they walked up the aisle.
“Well, if it isn’t my favourite YouTuber.” You hear a voice say, a smirk in his voice. You open your eyes to see Simon standing beside the row of empty seats beside you.
You smiled but sent him a quick glare. “Sit down, I just want to go home.” You whined.
He chuckled, slinging his bag into the compartment above him and sitting down beside you.
Not that long after, the plane took off and the chatting began.
You squealed a bit when a head popped between your and Simon’s chairs, “Hey guys.”
You looked to your right and saw Ethan’s grinning face.
You all talked for hours, much to the dismay of the other passengers wanting to sleep.
You eventually felt your eyes begin to drift close, you fighting to keep them open but you just couldn’t.

You woke up to the sound of muffled laughter and a quick ‘shut up!’
Opening your eyes you saw a vlog camera pointed in your direction, you quickly realising that you were resting on Simon’s shoulder as a pillow while he also slept.
You swiftly moved your head to bury between Simon’s shoulder and the back of his chair, you being too tired to be on camera. You heard Simon grunt from the sudden movement, but he cuddled back up to you, pulling the blanket further over the two of you.
“Look at how cute they are,” you heard one of the boys say.
“It’s my new favourite ship,” says another.
“OTP, OTP, OTP,” one chants.
You giggle slightly but finally fall asleep again, all thoughts of editing going way down the drain at this point.
You eventually wake up again, but this time it was because the plane was landing, in the unusually sunny London.
You walked to pick up your luggage with the boys, walking with them to the pick up car park. You spot your best friend who had come to pick you up to take you back to your apartment.
You turn to the boys, giving each of them hugs goodbye and promises to see them soon, you get to Simon last. The boy you had bonded most with over this holiday.
You smiled up at him, his giant arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug.
“I better see you soon shorty,” he whispered in your ear, a laugh escaping with it.
You both step back, looking at each other somewhat shyly when he leans in, his left hand cupping your jaw as his right found its way to your waist.
Your lips meet in the middle, small butterflies of excitement erupting in your tummy. You both smile into the kiss, at the feeling but also at the boys cheering you on in the background.
You break apart, a light blush across the apples of both your cheeks. You grab your suitcase and your backpack, getting into your friend’s car.
“So this is what happens when I leave you for two weeks then?” she asked, her joking mother voice coming on.
You smile at her comment but are too caught up in the fact that you and Simon had just kissed.
As you pulled out of the car park you felt your phone buzz.

‘I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7, dress casually x – Simon’

COSPLAY 101: Booking a hotel room

Now a lot of people think it’s really easy to book a hotel room, and it can be, but many don’t really think too deeply into what they want in a room. Things like internet, breakfast, pool, hottub, elevators, parking and professionalness don’t usually cross the minds of people who aren’t very familiar with hotels.
If you’re just looking for dirt cheap, you don’t care about any of the above then by all means book through a 3rd party like Expedia or, but fair warning, you’re going to get the cheapest room at the cheapest hotel in the area. So you might get a pet room or even a smoking room and you won’t have a say in it because you’re getting a cheap rate.
What I do suggest if you care about ANY of those things above is to book directly through the hotel, whether by phone or by website. Lots of things play into picking a hotel and a room:

  • DISCOUNTS. Look at the convention website for a special convention promo or listed hotels that will automatically give you the con discount. Ask the hotel/look on the website for deals like booking in advance for a special discount and check what the “catch” is for that special discount.
  • FEES. Be honest with how many people are in the room, you can get charged expensive fees for unaccounted bodies. Some hotels have automatic optional charges that unless you tell them you don’t want it, they charge you, an example is safe fees or parking fees.
  • LOCATION. Are you walking, biking, busing, are you getting a ride are you driving? Are you going to have to pay for parking?
  • INTERNET. Do you want free internet or are you willing to pay per night?
  • BREAKFAST. Do you want free breakfast in the morning? Are you willing to get up early enough for that free breakfast?


  • READ THE FINE PRINT ON YOUR RESERVATION. Make sure you are getting exactly what you asked for. Call up the hotel and double check that they only booked you for exactly how many rooms you want, exactly the price, exactly the day, exactly the amenities, don’t be afraid to ask questions!

Not getting a good hotel room can really mess up your convention experience, So do your homework and get what you want!

If you have any questions other questions on getting started on cosplay, please send me an ask and I’ll be happy to reply the best that I can!


How did no one know mr. Roboto?! We feel old… #cosplacon #EggSisters #eggsisterscosplay #blizzardentertainment #blizzard #reinhardt #blackhart #overwatch #cosplay @cospacon (at Capitol Plaza Hotel & Convention Center, Jefferson City)

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Shape of You

Word count: 1, 111 

Summary: Photo op sessions are bit too NC17 for Sebastian’s liking.

Pairing: Reader x Sebastian Stan

Sebastian has his eyes on you. Actually, you think that his eyes are casted at the crowd behind you; with their fandom shirts, and Bucky costumes, and nervous laughter that slips off the edge of their velvet tongues. The smell of the photo op room is a mix of tears, sweat, and the scent of pine that is causing bumps to rise on your skin. It’s not that you haven’t done this before. Your father has been taking you to conventions since you were fifteen. In a house full of sport fanatics; really, that wasn’t at all an overstatement. There was yet a time where at least one room in the house either had a game playing, or buzz words that were associated with whichever current sport flew through the small, but lively house.  But, somehow, you had found one interest with your dad, and this was it. Now, years later, that interest had latched onto you so tightly that you knew that it was never going to be pushed into the background.

The line moves, and the two girls before you walk as if they’re floating on cloud nine to three of the people that made up a little of the MCU squad; Mackie with his gapped grin, Chris with his blind moob grabbing, and then Sebastian, still, with his eyes on you. One of the girls perks up, and asks for a piggy back ride. And whilst the boys agree, rather eagerly, the convention’s staff usher them off rather quickly. So much so that you aren’t exactly thinking you’ll get much out of the troublesome three when you walk up to them. But Sebastian looks at you first, and without even saying anything, pulls you towards him. You realise rather quickly that the scent of pine belongs to him, and with his fingers brushed against your arms, it’s like an electric shock. Chris takes the place on your right, and Mackie is behind you. Yet, when the camera just goes off, and you’re now repeating ‘stay calm, stay calm’ in your head like a mantra; Sebastian slips. In effect, his hand that is curled entirely around your waist shifts you closer to him.

He looks at you, eyes perhaps as blue as you’ve seen in a while, with an almost apologetic look. Chris grins. And you’re gearing up to the second photo because the photographer muses that the three of you look more like a drunken gang of college students. But, then the second click goes off, and Mackie repeats his actions. Only this time he’s overestimated how far his legs can actually slide forwards, and he’s now on the floor behind you. Your body twists to notice the site behind you. At that, your gaze softens. Mackie’s lips are caught into a mischievous smile, teeth toying with his bottom lip, and the both of you just know that he’s been caught in the act. This is what causes the first time that you’ve heard Sebastian’s laugh up close. And while you’re memorised with its sound; magical, soft, lilted. It’s Chris that has your attention; with his hand falling towards his left boob, giving him a bit of his own action.

“I don’t know what to do –”

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everlastingmarch  asked:

I know the whole thing is already a disaster, but don't you think it's a bit immature to harangue the staff on Facebook?

Not really.

This is the team that

They changed the name to avoid answering questions or actually compensating people despite

But despite all of this, Emoti-Con

If you want to know more, there’s a three-part behind-the-scenes explanation from someone involved in the planning stages. It’s beyond hilarious. It’s terrifying.

And to add insult to injury (because no-one on the team seems capable of acting in a professional manner), they’re still spruiking their early bird party with “ballpit themed bracelets” (a clear reference to Dashcon) for a whopping $40 despite not having any sort of schedule or guest list.

Because, you know.

All hail the ballpit.

But for real, if you’re in the area and want to go to a convention, check out Indy Popcon instead.



Umm no. She still doesn’t have hairy legs wtf. Why are you so exclusive.


…business ethics are probably not my strong suit. But personally, I’d rather work with Satan and have him get the job done then sit holier than thou with the angels who do nothing




Neptune Vasilias Leg Armor Write-Up

So, I was asked to do a quick write-up of how I made Neptune’s leg things. Armor. Padding. Whatever the hell it is. So! Here we go:

I started out by freehand a rough sketch of what I wanted and the dimensions I needed. I measured my thighs for a reference of how wide the armor needed to be and based dimensions off of that.

After that, I freehanded the pattern, focusing on one side and then folding it over so that I could trace the other side, making it perfectly symmetrical.

When that was finished, I cut it out of craft foam (I cut the large piece in half to fit it on the foam and then just hot-glued those seams together. I cut it in a place that would be hidden by the top layer)

It’s kind of embarrassing, but I ended up procrastinating BIG TIME after that, and forgot about it until the night before the con. So this was a little rushed, and I’m hoping to redo it all, but it worked in a pinch!

After everything was cut out, I sealed it with a quick few coats of spray-on Mod Podge and painted the gray trim, then I marked where I wanted the elastic, keeping the same proportions and measuring everything. Then I threaded the elastic through the slits (cut with an x-acto knife) and pinned the ends together around my leg, then I sewed them together, making a loop.

I didn’t have enough elastic to do ALL the details, so I left out some of the straps on the top that connect to the belt. But the main one I just hot glued to the top of the armor (on the back, obviously!) and then looped around the belt I was using for the cosplay, and then I pinned that, slid it off the belt, and sewed it. 

After that, I reinforced some of the cuts with hot glue, where the straps wouldn’t move (you can see it in the third picture), and cleaned everything up. It’s definitely a project I’d like to redo, with a fabric backing and more sealing, but it worked well in a pinch and held up surprisingly well at the convention! Word to the wise though, Don’t wear it in the car!! Put these babies on at the convention/in the hotel or bathroom or something, they’ll get wrecked from sitting in a car for a long time!

Let me know if you have any more questions about my cosplay, I’d love to help! Hope this helps you guys out! :D


Imagine #5 - Elevator Encounter

You ran down the hallway of the convention hotel in your town. Out of lack of rooms, your school had permission to use some conference rooms and decided to move all the art classes for higher grades there. That meant you had about 5 minutes to get from your school to the hotel halfway across the town, though. Luckily, this was the last class of the day for you so you only needed to hurry through town once.

“No, nononono!” you muttered under your breath as you turned the corner and saw that one of the elevators was just closing the doors. You knew that waiting for another one to arrive on your floor was like playing roulette and taking the stairs would take too long as well. Not to mention that you really were not in the mood to take the stairs up to the 10th floor.  

You prevented the doors from closing all the way by quickly sticking one of your sketchbooks in the small gap. As soon as it fully opened up again, your eyes widened at the sight of already a good amount of people inside of it. They all turned their heads to look at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized and tried to catch your breath. You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks that were most likely tinted in a dark shade of pink by then. “I’m just gonna wait for the next one.”

“Nonsense,” a brunette guy said and nodded for you to get in. “Which floor did you need to get on?”

“Uh, 10th, thanks,” you answered, then standing next to a blond guy that was significantly taller than you.

“No problem,” he answered smiling. “I’m Ellington by the way.”

“(Y/N),” you answered, lightly smiling back. Everyone else introduced themselves and if you were remembering correctly, you were standing next to Riker. Next to him was Rocky and across from you were Ellington, Ross and Rydel.

The doors opened on floor 6 but no one was moving to get out. “This isn’t your floor either?” you asked, not actually knowing where they were headed.

“No, we’re going one above yours,” Ross answered, seemingly not fazed by the random stop at all.

Fantastic. Of course, the elevator had to stop at random floors just for the fun of it. You leaned your head back and sighed quietly while the doors closed again.

“Everything okay?” Riker asked from next to you.

“Yeah, these elevators are just worse than any gambling game,” you laughed lightly. “And I have a class that actually started a couple minutes ago already.”

Right as you said that, you arrived at floor ten. “Well, it was nice meeting you all,” you waved and stepped out.

“You too,” they replied. “Maybe we’ll see you around again.”

After your class ended, you had some time to kill and decided to sit down in the little café that was part of the hotel. Scribbling in your sketchbook to figure out some concepts for the assignment you just got, you heard voices approaching you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Rydel said, smiling from widely. “Mind if we join you?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head and made some room on the table since your things took up most of the space. Rocky and Ross were sitting down next to you, the others scattering around the rest of the table.

“Your description of the elevator being like a gambling game was pretty accurate, by the way,” Riker laughed.

“Oh yeah? How many times did it take you to get to your floor?”

“I think it was 3 or 4 times,” Ellington overdramatically sighed and rolled his eyes. “But how was your class?”

You tried not to groan at the thought of the past one and a half hours, but it was to no avail. “Let’s just say that I can’t think of anything more boring than being stuck in a History of Typography lesson that is 100% theoretical for 90 minutes,” you chuckled causing everyone else to let out a small laugh as well. “At least the assignment we got is practical. But what were you doing? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s fine,” Rydel waved her hand dismissively. “We had a little band meeting and finished earlier than expected so now we have the rest of the day off. Then we thought we could check out this café,” she smiled.

“Oh, you’re all in a band?” you wondered and tried to hide the fact that you were a little surprised. They seemed so normal and down-to-earth, you never would’ve guessed they were in a band.

“Yeah, R5,” Ross piped up from next to you. “Ever heard of it?”

You shook your head no and gave them an apologetic smile. “I will totally check your stuff out, though.”

“Is this for your assignment?” Rocky suddenly spoke up. Just then you noticed that he had taken the sketchbook that had been lying in front of you and was flipping through the pages. Usually, it was the probably biggest pet peeve of yours when someone would just flip through your sketches without asking beforehand. Seeing that this was the book especially for schoolwork and it was getting graded and critiqued by pretty much everyone anyways, you condoned it.

“Yeah, it’s just a rough draft of the first couple ideas, though. It most likely won’t look anything like that in the end.” Your eyes followed the book that was now making its way around the whole table.

“They are really good for just rough drafts,” Riker noted and passed it to Ross, who seemed to be eagerly taking a look at every page.

“Yeah,” Ellington agreed. “Maybe we will hit you up in the future when we need some new designs.”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “But I’m sure you would want someone with an actual degree or at least a lot more experience.”

“Eh, who cares about degrees when the final product is awesome?” Ross shrugged and handed you the book back.

You kept chatting for a while, getting to know each other more, until you realized that it was time for you to go. They asked to exchanges numbers so you handed your phone over and got theirs to put your number in.

“So, (Y/N), if you ever want to get away from boring history class assignments, we have a show coming up soon and could sneak you a ticket if you want,” Riker smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

You laughed. “I’ll keep that offer in mind, thanks.”

“Just shoot one of us a text or something,” Rydel pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight. “Not only because of that, but in general. You’re pretty cool.”

“You guys are pretty cool, too.” You grinned at your new friends.

You said your goodbyes and walked down the street, smiling while recalling the past couple hours. Out of everything that could have ever happened, you never thought that the shitty elevators in the convention hotel could actually be the reason for an awesome, new friendship to start.

goandsavemyunicorn  asked:

I don't control the rates. I cannot give you a room at $99 per night when I have one room left going for almost 3x that. There is a convention in town, every other hotel will also have high rates. If the competitor has a cheaper room, GO THERE. Please don't yell at me. I will cry.

anonymous asked:

reader x tyler, "Alright. Get up here." please?

- Traveling to a convention with Teamiplier
- And the hotel fucks up the reservations because they over booked so they put all of you in one suite
- So Amy and Mark are in one room, Ethan took the couch which left another room for you and/or Tyler
- Tyler grabs a pillow and a blanket and lays it out on the carpet
- “What are you doing?” you ask
- “Sleeping on the floor?” His response is hesitant.
- “Alright.” you pause, thinking it over. “Get up here.”
- Tyler’s eyebrows shoot up. “What?”
- “This is a queen bed, I’m sure we can share it. Unless your that opposed to sleeping with me.”
- His face is bright red but he still joins you


anonymous asked:

so, ive been doing conventions for about a year and a half now but ive never really been great at keeping track of my expenses and profits. at this point i have a pretty good stock of merch and dont have to reorder/make more every con, so i have a hard time figuring out how much money i actually spend/make per convention. any tips on how i can find out what my profits actually are?

Nattosoup:  Make it a point to keep better track of your sales and inventory.  Seriously.  Anything else is trying to put the fire out after it’s an inferno.

Maybe you’re a visual person, I sure am.  I like having my merch where I can see it, so it’s stored on shelves in my studio.  Every time I pass it, I can see at a glance how I’m doing.  I track what sells and for how much at cons, but the visual stock reminder helps with my online sales throughout the year.

Make notes before the show how much you’re bringing of what, count how much you have left after the show.  Not just your sales- stock gets damaged, sometimes stock walks, sometimes you might trade stock.  

Take a page from the bullet journalists, if you like doing things by hand, and set up an inventory notebook.  Or track all your sales using Square or another card reader’s app- they have options for cash transactions.  Or download a spreadsheet app for your phone (or Google Docs) and keep track there.  

To really understand your profits, you need to figure out:

  • How much you’re spending ordering new merch, and which sites/coupons offer the best deals
  • The amount of time you spend per piece
  • The amount of money you spend on materials per piece
  • Assign your time a monetary value, and figure out how much money each piece is costing you to create
  • The amount of shrink you see (damaged pieces, stolen pieces, unaccounted for pieces)
  • What you sell each piece for
  • How many of each piece you sell

Then you need to multiply Number of Pieces Sold*Amount Pieces Sell For, and deduct (Materials+Time Value Creating Piece)+(Cost of individual merch items)+(Value of Shrink) to get an estimate of your profit.  This is a rough estimiate, you should also deduct table cost, food cost, time spent at con cost, hotel cost, travel cost, ect from that total.

But seriously, in between cons, please sit down and figure out what you have on hand, get that organized, and try to set up a system for recording sales.  It’ll only get more difficult, the longer you wait. 

Kiriska: Bookkeeping is a topic I’d like to write a really in-depth article/document about someday, but the short version is definitely do it! Track everything you can think of tracking, by whatever means works best for you.

The simplest profit formula is, of course, Total Revenue - Total Expense = Net Revenue/“Profit”. You can determine this on a per-con basis or an annual basis.

Total Expense can include everything relevant to your business, including travel, lodging, supplies, merchandise, table fees/registration, promotion (website domain registration, paid ads, business cards, etc), and hell, studio space/a portion of your rent.

For expenses that are general and not for a specific con, you can count them on an annual basis, then divide evenly between the number of cons you have per year. So if in 2016 you spent $1000 on merchandise and you did 5 conventions, you can count your merch expense as $200 per con.

Do include time expenses like Becca suggested. If you spent 20 hours on a piece of work and want to be paid $20/hr, add $400 to your “production time” costs, which can be tabulated on an annual basis and divided by con.

So say your expenses specific to Convention X were $100 for hotel, $30 for gas, $100 for food, $150 for table/badge. Your per-con expenses for the year for merchandise was $200 and your per-con time expenses for the year was also $200. That’s $780 of expenses for Convention X. So if you made $1000 there, your net revenue is $220.

Most artists probably don’t calculate their time costs because it’s the thing that can balloon costs the most. In addition to the cost of production time, you should consider other time costs, like travel time, convention selling hours, time spent doing promotion, bookkeeping, etc. These are all hours you spend on your business.

It can be worthwhile to track everything but only factor some expenses into your profit equation. For example, you can exclude all time-related expenses in your calculation – say this comes out to $500 net revenue for Convention Y. If you spent 30 hours working the convention over the weekend and 4 hours traveling, that’s 34 total hours, so your hourly rate, given your profit, would be $500 / 34 = $14.71/hr.

You can calculate all sorts of things once you have the data, but the first step is just tracking and logging everything so you have the data! Inventory-tracking aside, it shouldn’t be difficult to keep all your receipts and set aside a day a month to log all of them in a spreadsheet or whatever. 

Or just track as you go. That’s what I do, so I don’t have the opportunity to forget. I always ask for a receipt making purchases at a store (or buying coffee at a con!) and receipts only leave my wallet once I’ve recorded them. Email receipts stay in my inbox until they’re logged, etc. Get into the habit and go from there.

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