"That sounds aesthetically helpful, though I would assume the serum would assist with the rest. That is, if you can get near me in that state I would be likely to be in." Steven stated with a shy smile, averting his gaze in an attempt to apologise.
((Steven can become volatile from cold sensations, he may panic, become aggressive, catatonic, have speech difficulty, even to the point of convulsion and intense fear. Fact of the day! Haha, but yeah, in theory, that would sooth him. ))
"Steve? What the hell are you doing there?" Clint asked looking up at his friend. "I am not your sketchbook. Just…Is that a permanent marker?"
The soldier beamed at him, stepping back to admire his handy work with a proud nod. “I know, yes, yes it is. I’m sure it’ll wash off in a day or so, but I must say, you look kind of badass, excuse my language.” He stated contently, tilting his head at the hawk as he looked over his artwork. “Ever thought about getting a tattoo?”
"I hope for you it’ll wash off again." Clint said looking down at the bird, which well, really didn’t looked that bad. No. Clint kinda liked it. "I don’t need a tattoo to look badass Steve!" Clint said with a small smirk in the corner of his lips.. "No. I haven’t thought about it yet. You?"
"I was only joking!" He jested with a laugh, tapping his lip in thought. "Never liked the idea of marking my own skin permanently, though you, it looks good on. I can draw another?" Steven couldn’t help himself, as much as he liked talking to the archer, it was even more fun to rile him up, though Anthony was undeniably better at it. "Damn, why is it I always end up drawing something I can’t replicate on spare paper or in this case, a friend."
"Your too fat."
"I didn’t know [insert character] was black!"
"Why don’t you do more black cosplays?"
"Cosplay to your size!"
"I don’t think that looks right on you, why don’t you cosplay [insert character] instead?"
"Why is [insert character] black? They’re not black in the show."
"You shouldn’t cross-play, it looks weird on you."
"Your boobs are too big for [insert character]."
To everyone who as ever posted a comment or question like this, my answer:
I am a black plus size female cosplayer, if you don’t like it… well honestly I don’t care. The more you comment like an idiot, the more it feeds my will power to prove I’m an amazing cosplayer, not matter what you say. I may have days, or even weeks when I feel down about myself, but that will never stop me from doing what I love. I may have large boobs, chubby stomach, double chin, hair on my face, dark spots around my face and body, and a flat butt, but I rock any cosplay I put on. So grow up, and get out of my face. <3
I really like you C:
Damn girl, this is how everyone should Cosplay. Just pick a character, do it wrong, do it right, turn the costume upside down if ya want, just have fun.
A sigh left him as Dae slurred out yet another sentence, though this one caught him off guard and the soldier near choked on his Bourbon, placing the bottle down with a grunt. “Um, because it would be indecent of me not to, why?” He knew this had been a terrible idea, the soldier couldn’t get drunk, except perhaps by Asgardian liquor but even then it was just a buzz, so what did everyone else have to prove by trying to keep up with him? “Dae, why are you looking at me like that? Are you alright?”
'When one can only see so much of you'? What was Dae even thinking, was the elf attempting to flirt with Steven? And for that matter, should he humour the elf and show some skin?
"I see, so you would prefer me like this?" He asked, undoing the buttons on his plaid shirt with a smile, looking over at Dae kindly as he reached for his Bourbon again. "How much have you even drunk out of that?"
Chartreuse eyes watched as the buttons were undone, intently hoping to see more than just a sliver of skin. His gaze lingered before looking back to his own bottle with just a smirk, “Enough, it seems, to encourage me to speak my mind.” The bottle came to his lips and tilted so that more of the dark liquid could sear down his throat.
Looking back, his eyes focused on the sliver that was revealed before slowly dragging up to stare at the soldier in the eye, “Is that all?”
So the elf was frisky, that was a surprise and couldn’t help but scoff at the query, sitting back against the couch as he tipped what was left of the Bourbon down his throat, his shirt falling open further. “How much more could you possibly want to see? I am but a man and frankly, it’s only my physique that’s impressive.” He stated lowly, sighing contently at the smooth taste of the liquor as he let his eyes fall shut. “You want to see more, you’ll have to be specific, and find me another Bourbon, sweetheart.”