OK!!! so i'm finally done everything except the keyblade. yeah. i'm not even going to bother explaining how what i did in these pictures. and yes, i keep my wig on a gumball machine, deal with it. D:
-Electronelle

oh, and here's a pic of the whole thing. i didn't include any pics of doing the eyelets, as that mostly involves me bashing them into a table. not very nice.

from top to bottom:
1)kairi's belt
2)the belt again
3)full pic of belt(basically made 4 strips of doubled black fabric, attached to 4 belt buckles, for which i had to use the pliers to remove the middle. The side strap is attached with those swivel hook thingies.
4)the chalk sketch for the waist pouch.
-Electronelle

The undershirt base after I've widened the straps and added lace.
-Electronelle

Here are my supplies!! :D teehee
-Electronelle

COSPLAY SEASON IS HEEERRREE

Ok, soooo....I've decided to cosplay Kairi from Kingdom Hearts II. Although I've never played the game, I know it's awesome (Utada Hikaru does some of the theme songs, and she's amazing). I'll be making everything from scratch except for the base, for which I'll be using a modified tank top with lace added. I'll work hard, and I'm hoping EMO works hard too, because I asked him to make the flowery keyblade for me. :D hehe.

Scream

Watch them scream, because they'll never die

Watch them flee, because they'll never die

Watch them tremble, because everyone else dies

What can I do?

*Original composition :)*

I want to cry 

I want to die

I want to at least try

Clingy boy for 15 year

*DISCLAIMER*
I did not right this nor do i claim to. This was originally a song that i found the lyrics to be quite interesting, thus i am posting it. All i know is that this song is sang by VY2.
* DISCLAIMER*

These poems written of my love for you,
I've been sending them for 15 years straight

and there is still no reply

and there is still no reply

The first year, I was reckless

I wrote each and everyday without fail.

I licked stamps with insistence

Sending you my hearts spit.

The second year, I was still wreckless

My house setting ablaze wouldn't even catch my attention
    In fact,my clothes caught fire from below.
    and by the time I noticed, only the collar was left.

In the third year, I calmed down
I'd already reached the limits of literature
I publicized my mixi journal

and my MyMixi maxed out the counter

 In the fourth year, I wrote for a magazine

    and I branched out into social issues

I decided to release a poem compilation

   and made fun of a salary man.