The ‘Open Book Cosplayer’ Project
There is a stigma in the cosplay community that most cosplayers would prefer to hide the tactics used in order to make a particular cosplay. This project is dedicated to raising awareness for those cosplayers who are open to being asked questions and more than willing to help those in need. In short, you are an ‘Open Book’ full of information for all who seek it.
The badges above represent some of the most general topics of cosplay craftsmanship, including wig work, tailoring or sewing, prop making, armor making, makeup, electrical work or mascot costumes. This does not mean that you claim to be a master of this or that type. It is simply to say you feel confident enough to answer questions on these subjects and in the event you don’t know, you’re good at re-directing them to someone who might know better.
Other badges that represent non-specific craftsmanship items have also been included. ‘All Things’ - representing ability to tackle any question; ‘Awareness’ - representing knowledge or advice about social issues in cosplay, such as CONsent; and ‘Morale’ - willingness and advice to boost morale for other cosplayers.
By posting one of these badges, you are openly saying that you are more than welcome to take questions from cosplayers on your craftsmanship tactics and workings. Of course this in turn means that asking cosplayers should also know to credit and thank those that helped them out.
Click here if you’d like to download these badges for your own use. Feel free to put them on your page, resize them, put them on backgrounds, ect. Post them however you please.
If you do use these badges, please link back to this post so people can learn more about what an ‘Open Book Cosplayer’ is.
Also utilize the tag Open Book Cosplayer so people can find cosplayers to ask!
askcraneandnygma-andscout said: "You're not smart. You're not a scientist. You're not a doctor. You're not even a full time employee. Where did your life go so wrong?"
As an employed, BLU Medic with a medical license
that the Nazis totally did not repeal, I suggest you do even minimal background research before you toss groundless rumors about as if it were confetti.
What will I find in your employee file, if I kindly bribed a Spy to fetch it for me?
Traugott Vogel, BLU Medic
The BLU Medic gave a noncommittal grunt as he adjusted the Quick-Fix’s position and its healing intensity - the blue beam now flowed to the Scout’s chest, and the older man explained, “Now, you should not feel any pain, but at zhis setting, I should be able to cut you open visout zhe vound healing up too qvickly. Let me know if you feel anysing more painful zhan a pinch.”
Herr Vogel reached over to the tray of tools, his fingers dancing in the air as he considered which to use first, and he commented, “Vell, Herr Scout, I haff no idea vhat Archimedes has done to your insides. In his confusion, he might haff ruptured somesing, or pecked it to an unrecognizable pulp. In any case, if zhe poor Vogel struggled in any vay, shape, or form, I fear I vill haff to ‘mess around’ vis your insides to keep you alive, dummkopf."
His blue eyes lit up, and he plucked up a particularly large scalpel. Once he turned back to his patient, the BLU Medic’s brow fell - he glared at the Scout.
Jabbing the scalpel at the young man’s shirt, the older man muttered, “Unless you vant me to rip open your shirt, you vill vant to remove zhat.”
"Right, Right, sorry, doc." He muttered, taking off his shirt hurriedly. "I hope yer bird didn’t screw up anything."
With a smirk, the BLU Medic replied, “I do hope zhat Archimedes did not ‘screw up anysing’, eiser - it means less vork for me.”
A shrill laugh, and the Medic said, twirling his scalpel with nimble fingers, “Now, just lie down, Herr Scout. Zhe surgery vill be over more qvickly if you do not struggle.”
Ah, but that means less fun, Herr Vogel replied to himself as he stopped the scalpel’s spinning in a closed fist.
Scout was tense as he lay back on the table. He did not like the look in his eyes. “B-Be careful with that thing…” he gulped.
"Herr Scout, vhat am I?" inquired the Medic, shrugging nonchalantly, the scalpel dangling from his fingertips. Ought I soothe his fears, thought he, or ought I put him more ill at ease?
"I have zhe proper credentials for practicing medicine," the older man continued, lowering the scalpel so that the blade barely touched the skin of the Scout’s chest. "If my vocabulary vas too large zhere, I said somesing along zhe lines of, ‘I am a doctor’. Trust me."
Scout smiled weakly, tense. “Ah…Ah will…just fer now. Lets get this over with.” He watched the scalpel, a bead of sweat running down the side of his head.