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LOOK! A Wild Post that isn’t about Cosplay has Appeared!

As much as I consider myself an adventurer, there are certain situations where I prefer being prepared for in advance instead of spontaneously jumping into the action. Traveling has always been one of those situations. Don’t get me wrong though. I totally understand when things don’t go to plan and “winging it” is a phrase I often say, but I know myself, and when I’m in a new place without having done little to no research, I find myself out of my element and prone to stressing out (flashback to my first time in Europe when I was 17-years-old and experienced my first bout of culture-shock).

I’ve since learned that being a little prepared goes a long way in keeping my peace of mind. (My first time travelling solo is a clear testament of this.)

With my trip to Japan closing in quickly, I’ve found myself stressing out a little bit as I’ve been slacking on the studying I had originally wanted to have completed by now.

I’ve decided that from now until my departure, to at least learn how to read Hiragana, Katakana, and Kanji and some basic phrases for emergency situations. Now I don’t expect to have a superior understanding of the language by the time I leave, but I’m at least hoping to be able to read maps/signs or even a menu without pictures haha. It might be a very ambitious goal and if all else fails, Translation apps will be my best friend.

Outside of learning some basic Japanese, I’ve invested in a new DSLR camera, and I’ve taken it upon myself to learn the in-and-outs of this new toy of mine. Going to Japan and Korea has been a long time dream and I would like to document as much as I can~ I know, I know. Some people are annoyed by all the photo taking, and as usual— don’t get me wrong, I get it! It’s just I think Photography is a new hobby I’ve taken up and experimenting with it in Japan would be a pretty amazing experience! I think it’ll be fun to be on the other side of the camera for once 🙂 And don’t worry, I won’t live my trip only through the lens!

Anyway, I think that’s it for today, I’m going to get back to perfecting my Hiragana and making some flash cards. What an exciting Saturday night XD studying for fun haha~

I hope everyone is well! Any plans for the rest of your weekend? Did you ever experience culture shock? Or are you the kind of traveller who jumps straight into the unknown like a Gryffindor?

ALSO, if you’ve ever been to Japan or Korea, PLEASE chat with me~ I love to get some opinions and suggestions of what to see and do in the short time I’ll be there! To be honest, this trip of mine is pretty much just a giant food adventure. We all know how much I love food haha~

Much Love,
Sam ❤

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Bringing Two Loves Together… maybe?


I’ve been away from the blogging world for too long and I’ve been meaning to come back for a while~ Sigh … I’d start typing away on a blog post only to put it on the back burner like almost every other writing project I’ve taken on (outside of school). And to be honest, lately, most of my creative energy has been put into Cosplay and the community I’ve suddenly become a part of.

With some contemplation, I’ve decided: why not try and mix my two loves (or obsessions) together? Cosplay and Writing in to one project sounds pretty easy… I hope? So with some effort, I’ve drafted a few posts, mostly work logs/behind the scenes stuff of my past and current projects.

I’m thinking with the amount of “work-in-progress” photos that I have sitting around on my hard drive, I can post something hopefully once every other week or so~ I don’t know. No promises over here because I can’t seem to keep any blogging promises. Ever.

Now to some long-time followers (if you’re still here haha), you may be wondering, “Why cosplay?” To which I’ll say, “Why not?”

It’s just one of those things where I fell into it fast and hard in typical Sam-Obsessed fashion.

There’s just this energy I get when making something for cosplay, and watching a project come-together… it’s just turned into something I love. As some may know, I used to be an Arts student (I left because I hated the grading system on something so subjective) and I think it’s the old non-practicing artist in me that fell in love with the crafting aspect. There’s also the plus-side of this collaborative aspect I’ve found in cosplay and the community that just fascinates me; it’s something I never really found when I was in the fine arts.

Since I’ve put in a little more effort in my cosplay work, I’ve found myself collaborating with other creators to bring something fun and amazing together. With the photographers, videographers, and other cosplayers I’ve worked with we’re actually bringing these characters some life. I’m just amazed and in love with the fact that I’ve found like-minded people and I think life-long friends along this journey.

And this is the journey that I want to share. I’m not telling you to go out there and join the cosplay community (unless of course you’re totally down!) but I’m hoping that my passion for this hobby of mine can inspire you to find something you’ll passionate about to share~ with all the bad and the sad stuff in the media right now, I think some passion is a nice direction to go in, no?

I hope it won’t bore you too much. But, I do understand cosplay is an acquired taste~ I hope you still stick around! I’ll have some non-cosplay stuff pop in every once in a while (probably ranting and raving over anime since I’ve been going on a binge lately~ who knows!).

The collage above is what I’ve worked on since I’ve put some more effort to my craft! All but one of the cosplays pictured are from 2016~

Ignoring pink-haired and out-of-cosplay self~ I’ll list the characters from Top Left to Bottom Right:

(GenderBend) Vincent ValentineFinal Fantasy VII [Photographer: Alex O’Neill Cosplay Photography]
Rory MercuryGATE: Jieitai Kano Chi nite, Kaku Tatakaeri [Photographer: HM Cosplay Photography]
(GenderBend) Winter Soldier/Bucky BarnesMarvel Comics [Photographer: Flux Studio]
(GenderBend) Varus Heartseeker SkinLeague of Legends [Photographer: Lost Dumplings Photography]
(New) Thor/Jane Foster Marvel Comics [Photographer: Lost Dumplings Photography]
Leafeon (Original design Gijinka) – Pokemon [Photographer: HM Cosplay Photography]
Terra (Teen Titans) – DC Comics [Photographer: My Mother XD]

Until the next post~

Much Love,

p.s: I’ve gathered from my list that I like taking male characters and making them females haha.

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Picture it & Write: Neverland

“Peter!” she shrieks. “Sharing his name doesn’t make you Peter Pan! You can’t fly you asshole!”

He leaps into the air anyway, pushing off the edge of the roof they were lounging on. With shaking hands and unsteady legs Wynona scrabbles for her phone and trips over their messy pile of beer bottles.

She’s too scared to look over the edge and see her friend’s body splattered on the ground where she imagines his blood, guts, and brain matter is out for everyone to see. Her vision clouds and the numbers on her phone blurs. She never presses the dial button though. A familiar loud laugh stops her.

“Wynnie, I’m fine.” Peter’s ghost says. The asshole is already haunting her. He’s still grinning, his dead eyes are still somehow full of life and sparkling with mischief.

She stares at him wondering if the shock of his death sent her over the edge as well. It must have because she’s officially crazy. There’s a thud; her knees give way and she’s shaking.


Peter is lounging on a cloud. A cloud. Laughing like he hasn’t any care in the world.

He stretches his arm out, hand palm up and open in offering. “Let’s go.”


The cloud floats closer and Peter leans down to reach her.

“To Neverland, Wynnie.”

She’s dreaming. She knows it. At least, she thinks she does…

Wynona reaches for his hand anyway.

“To Neverland.”

This is my entry to this week’s Picture it & Write from Ermiliablog~! Been while since I’ve done one but I’m glad to be back. :)

Until next time


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Picture it & Write: Sweet

There was a haunting howl as night took over the dead forest. The living had long gone from this place they used to call home but soon… soon it would be theirs again. He glanced up at the moon and let her silvery glow embrace him; a cold lover but a soothing familiar friend all the same. He savored the short moment of peace because he knew the rest of the night would be anything but the sweet sanctuary he craved. A hand came to rest on his shoulder and he glanced behind him towards the shadows. “It’s time,” someone said and he nodded in response. There was a hiss and a sharp crack and the forest was instantly lit with red hot heat. Revenge was sweet but home was sweeter and it will be theirs before long.

This is my short short short entry to this week’s Picture it & Write from Ermiliablog~! It’s been a long while since I’ve done one of these but better late than never to get back into the swing of things. 🙂

Feel free to join in on the fun~
Until next time


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Picture it & Write: Red

Kill them. by Senju-HiMe (deviantart)

He can feel her, his dark muse Crimson. She’s a constant presence; the devil over his shoulder tempting him with promises of fulfillment, offering him his deepest darkest desires on an overflowing plate. All he has to do is give in.

Her breath dances over his chilled skin, a sweet slow seductive whisper, “Just give in.” And he does. He always does. He gives in and he relishes in it because it’s always everything he thought it would be and more. Red filled his black and white world. Poisonous and passionate red like her sinful lips; Soft silky red like her hair; the red of life he steals from others who’ve tried to steal or have stolen it from the defenseless.

When it’s over, he stands there relishing in the momentary calm that takes over his mind. And then she’s there again. A soothing hand brushing across his shoulders, temptation hidden within the soft show of affection. She picks another victim and he gives in. He continues to give in because Crimson makes him feel and to feel he’ll create this violent art of revenge for her.

This is my entry to this week’s Picture it & Write from Ermiliablog. I hope you enjoyed and maybe join in on the fun!
Until Tomorrow~!


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Picture it & Write: Through the Fog

He stood at one end of the bridge just before the thick wall of fog. The sun was rising giving a warm golden hue to everything it could touch and yet, the morning was still cold, chilling to the bone. Maybe it was because of anticipation? Of the unknown?

The fear of being rejected was a cruel cruel monster to the mind but he supposed it was part of life. It had been five years after all. Five long years since he’d last seen her. He wondered if she was on the other side of that fog. Was she there wondering if he was here? Did she even remember their promise? Five years was an awful long time. He didn’t expect her to wait but he hoped. Oh, did he hope.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the fog. It thickened around him like a blanket of doubt. The deeper he went the harder his heart beat in suspense. Then slowly but surely, the fog began to lift and he could see a faint and vaguely familiar silhouette at the other end making his heart skip a beat. The fog wasn’t damp and chilling to the bone anymore. He could feel the warmth of the rising sun, the warmth of love. He smiled when he reached the other end of the bridge.

He couldn’t see her smile because she rushed forward giving him the bone-crushing hugs he’d so dearly missed. He knew she was smiling too though, he could feel it against his chest as he held her close.

“I’m home,” he said.

“Welcome home,” she replied.

This is my entry to this week’s Picture it & Write from Ermiliablog. I hope you enjoyed and maybe join in on the fun!
Until Tomorrow~!


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Picture it & Write: Living

My entry to this week’s Picture it & Write prompt from Ermiliablog. 🙂

Invaders by *syda-ginger (deviantArt)


Tensions were high, heavy, and suffocating. Smothering her like an overbearing mother and filling the already overflowing car with pressure. Opening the car window, she leaned out in search for relief and felt the strain ease just little by little. She sighed, resting an arm over the edge of the window frame to cradle her head, the other came out to hang over the edge and play arm wrestling with the wind.

The evening was cool and quiet, the road empty except for the two of them, headed to somewhere and nowhere at the same time. Self-discovery maybe, to learn about themselves and each other, to find out where life would take them and if they would continue down that path together. She hoped so. She wanted to continue down this road with him, arguments and all.

Coming up to her right, she could see a clearing; A seemingly never ending field of wide open space and the perfect view of beauty. “Stop!” she said breaking the silence between them for the first time in hours. “Turn there!” She pointed to the clearing.

Her companion looked at her and sighed, probably deciding it was better to just go along with her plans than cause more tension. The sound of crackling gravel beneath their tires filled the air as they left the smooth road. That gave way to the soft whispers of the dancing grass before they came to a stop.

She rushed out of the car with a small gleeful laugh of excitement. Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, the kind of air that was hard to find in the city, she smiled. She turned squinting to try and see through the bright headlights of the car. She stared at him and knew that he was staring back.

“Will you come out here?” she asked. “Please?”

There was a beat of silence and she was worried. Worried this was the end of them. But then, the engine cut and the driver’s door opened. He stepped out, a blanket in his hand, and shut the door behind him.

“Not worried about catching a cold?” he asked, a slight up-tilt to his lips.

That’s when she knew they were going to be okay. “Nope. I have you.”

Taking the blanket and spreading it out for them, she laid under the night sky and after a moment he joined her. They laid there watching the stars zip passed and twinkle, watching the fireflies float by blinking a song in their own morse code, and listening to the whispers of the wind and the crickets chatting away.

“I’m sorry. For earlier,” she said in a whisper. She turned to look at him and found him already looking at her.

He smiled and she smiled back. “I’m sorry too,” he said.

She shuffled closer placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips before resting her head on his shoulder. He took her hand, giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze, then brought it up to his lips and placed a kiss along her knuckles.

“What are we doing here?” he asked.

“Living,” she replied.

Hope you enjoyed that
Until tomorrow~!


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Picture it & Write: Keys

I should have probably mentioned this in my first post but I’m going to attempt writing one post every day on this blog. I never know what I’ll write about when I open up a blank document and even as I’m typing away right now, I’m still not sure what I want to write… For moments like these I’ll most likely pull up a prompt and see where that takes me!

I found this prompt called Picture It & Write from Ermiliablog and I think this will do just fine!

The room was cold and dark save for the golden flicker of light from the single candle resting on an old wooden table. On that table, piled haphazardly, were keys of every shape and size each engraved with different words. Every step he took towards the keys made his heart beat harder. Anticipation. Fear. Excitement. He placed his hands either side of the table and stared at the keys. What was next?

A whisper broke through the silence that enveloped the room and danced towards his ears. “You wanted to play god and now you can.”

His grip on the table tightened. “You can only choose one key. What do you want? For her to love you? Dream about you? Give you her heart? Her life?”

He lifted his hand ready to choose but it hovered over the pile suddenly hesitant.

“What? What do you want?” The whisper repeated over and over and over again.

Shaking his head in frustration, dark eyes filling with determination, his hand reached out and took a key.

“Good choice.”

Hope you enjoyed!


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