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I love Halloween. I make a point of putting on a good show of fine costuming every year and acting the part in the street on the Night of Magic.
So I made a handworked full body Manticore suit for Halloween. It covers me from head to toe and then some, with a flexing scorpion tail, a high shoulder ridge, four long legs, shaggy grey fur, and a messy black mane with a skeletal vaguely humanoid face that had a huge rictus grin. If possible I will be posting pictures.
When I wear it you can’t tell there’s a human under there. I walk about on four legs, with a weird stalking sort of gait, grinning like a corpse. A lot of the comments I got began with “WTF is that thing??” and “Is that…real??” “Whoa, awesome costume!!” Very fun.
But there were these choice gems of humanity I feel need some public recognition.
One: Bee Brat.
This nine year old dressed as a bee-fairy-thing was at first afraid, but then she came up to me and was yelling at me, “What?? What?? You wanna fight? You want some? I know you can't touch me! You're not allowed to touch me!” ( I live in a neighborhood where anything I physically do to these kids would get me on some kind of list, not to mention sued out of house and home..And they KNOW THIS.)
Then the little hellspawn starts KICKING ME and pulling on my tail, and encouraging her friends to do likewise, annoucing her accomplishments to them and telling then to “Rip off his mask! Rip off his mask!”
(All monsters are Default Male unless they have DD boobs, apparently)
Two: Snotling gang.
The little male snotlings were in a gang, ages all around twelve or so, and they kept alternating between behaving exactly like the Bee prostitot, and complimenting me, and constantly reaching out to shove me, tug at the carefully constrcuted art I was wearing, or try to reach my mask and rip it off.
They kept leaving and coming back for more of this behavior.
I said little if anything, because part of a successful illusion in monster costuming is not to speak. By the time the Snotlings were on their second go, however, I did manage to hiss, in creepy monster voice, a few remarks at them, hoping they’d go away, ie, “Does you mother know you’re out? Didn’t she teach you manners, little morsel? Run along HOME now!”
Three: Kinkfreak lady.
It gets better. The Snotlings returned and they brought their Escorts. I won’t say parents, because the brats kept up with their alternating vague compliments and harassment right in front of said spawn-generators, with no scolding and not so much as a “Don’t hit the nice person in the costume, kiddies.”
Male Spawn-donor seems more polite, though, and very impressed to hear I’d made the outfit myself, so he asks to take a picture or two. I’m trying to be a good sport so I relent, and then the Female
seizes me by the shoulder
and hikes up her skirt.
I’m thinking WTF is she seriously-???
I never got further with that thought because then
she throws her stockinged thigh over my foreleg and grins
and a flash goes off, blinding me through the mask.
Then she claps me on the shoulder, leans over and says, “Thanks, bitch!”
I was still in a state of WTF as her mate stood next to me and there was another flash.
Shortly afterwards, thankfully, the whole brood took off down the street to disturb other people. Apparently if you don't have a face and LOOK human, then you aren't anymore, and deserve to be treated like a declawed version of the thing you're dressed as.
So I made a handworked full body Manticore suit for Halloween. It covers me from head to toe and then some, with a flexing scorpion tail, a high shoulder ridge, four long legs, shaggy grey fur, and a messy black mane with a skeletal vaguely humanoid face that had a huge rictus grin. If possible I will be posting pictures.
When I wear it you can’t tell there’s a human under there. I walk about on four legs, with a weird stalking sort of gait, grinning like a corpse. A lot of the comments I got began with “WTF is that thing??” and “Is that…real??” “Whoa, awesome costume!!” Very fun.
But there were these choice gems of humanity I feel need some public recognition.
One: Bee Brat.
This nine year old dressed as a bee-fairy-thing was at first afraid, but then she came up to me and was yelling at me, “What?? What?? You wanna fight? You want some? I know you can't touch me! You're not allowed to touch me!” ( I live in a neighborhood where anything I physically do to these kids would get me on some kind of list, not to mention sued out of house and home..And they KNOW THIS.)
Then the little hellspawn starts KICKING ME and pulling on my tail, and encouraging her friends to do likewise, annoucing her accomplishments to them and telling then to “Rip off his mask! Rip off his mask!”
(All monsters are Default Male unless they have DD boobs, apparently)
Two: Snotling gang.
The little male snotlings were in a gang, ages all around twelve or so, and they kept alternating between behaving exactly like the Bee prostitot, and complimenting me, and constantly reaching out to shove me, tug at the carefully constrcuted art I was wearing, or try to reach my mask and rip it off.
They kept leaving and coming back for more of this behavior.
I said little if anything, because part of a successful illusion in monster costuming is not to speak. By the time the Snotlings were on their second go, however, I did manage to hiss, in creepy monster voice, a few remarks at them, hoping they’d go away, ie, “Does you mother know you’re out? Didn’t she teach you manners, little morsel? Run along HOME now!”
Three: Kinkfreak lady.
It gets better. The Snotlings returned and they brought their Escorts. I won’t say parents, because the brats kept up with their alternating vague compliments and harassment right in front of said spawn-generators, with no scolding and not so much as a “Don’t hit the nice person in the costume, kiddies.”
Male Spawn-donor seems more polite, though, and very impressed to hear I’d made the outfit myself, so he asks to take a picture or two. I’m trying to be a good sport so I relent, and then the Female
seizes me by the shoulder
and hikes up her skirt.
I’m thinking WTF is she seriously-???
I never got further with that thought because then
she throws her stockinged thigh over my foreleg and grins
and a flash goes off, blinding me through the mask.
Then she claps me on the shoulder, leans over and says, “Thanks, bitch!”
I was still in a state of WTF as her mate stood next to me and there was another flash.
Shortly afterwards, thankfully, the whole brood took off down the street to disturb other people. Apparently if you don't have a face and LOOK human, then you aren't anymore, and deserve to be treated like a declawed version of the thing you're dressed as.
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