cosplay

moonrise

moonrise

I’m really sorry this drawing got damp, because it is from one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite films, and I laughed so hard it was painful. On the other hand, now it looks old and slightly sepia’d, much like the film, so … bonus!

Transcript:

Mrs Bugg is wearing a skirt and Sunday school saddle shoes, and carrying a record player in its own carrying case, along with a purse, in which we can clearly see the blunt shape of safety scissors. Mr Bugg is wearing a coonskin cap and thick glasses, with a large pack and bedroll on his back. He is carrying a rifle and wearing stout hiking shoes. They are clearly setting off on high adventure.

The text reads: “Into the wilderness, with a coon tail hat, Sunday shoes, a record player and lefty scissors.”

 

cosplay

I’m frankly amazed that there’s an armorer capable of making platemail arms and legs that narrow.

Transcript:

Mr Bugg has chosen to cosplay as Robin Hood, with the sporty feathered cap and quiver slung over his back, bow and arrow to hand. Mrs Bugg is going for the full-on medieval knight thing, with some impressive platemail. She is holding … a halberd? Pike? Some huge fuckoff weapon anyway. It goes without saying that her helmet is topped with a bow.

The text reads: “Nothing good in history, so the buggs just thought they would try on outfits.”

 

again with the juice boxes

bendy straws again

Do you guys fully understand how happy it makes me to see Bugg Vader with a juice box complete with bendy straw? It is off-the-fucking-charts happy. It is not-measurable-with-existing technology happy. It is private-smile-for-hours happy.

It is one of those tiny, easy-to-miss details of these drawings that make me so very, very glad that I have a sweetie who likes to make me smile.

Transcript:

Mrs Bugg is rocking the Vader cosplay: Helmet (with bow), cape, black robes and that weird-ass control thingy he was rocking on his chest. Mr Bugg is a stormtrooper, and they both have a gun in one hand, and, in the other, a tray, on which reposes their lunch (I’m guessing sandwiches, string cheese, baby carrots and a clementine), along with a juice box, into which the bendy straw has already been inserted.

The text reads: “The Buggs switched outfits to go get a snack at the cantina.”

 

I escaped somehow

my first cosplay

Ah, so she’s going to escape. Of course.

Transcript:

A small girl-bugg, wearing a tutu, cleats and the golden forehead-brand of a First Prime Jaffa and brandishing a staff weapon and a ninja trident, is standing amid a veritable trove of cosplay accessories: A lightsaber (which nevertheless looks like a spiky … er … adult novelty), nunchucks, a scimitar, a handgun of some description, a soccer ball, a P90, boots with spurs and a couple of headbands, one with elf-ears and the other with what may be a halo, for reasons best left unexplored.

The text reads: “The possible future bugg shows how cute she could be if you approve. Please don’t tell her possible future parents she escaped.”

 

mr bugg was constipated. true story.

Dr Bugg

Quick! You must find a way to end this fight at once and go rescue your girlfriend!

Transcript:

In the background, swarthy desert-dwelling buggs are carrying away Marion Ravenbugg, who had tried to hide in a large woven basket. Meanwhile, Dr Bugg, in a dashing fedora and brandishing a huge and fearsome whip, is nevertheless about to shoot Mrs Bugg (herself in swarthy desert-dweller cosplay, with huge curved sword and … beard? Half-veil? I think it’s best not to ask … anyway, SOMETHING obscuring the lower half of her face), because he is constipated and cannot be bothered with the elaborate fight scene that had been scripted. All true.

The text reads: “Oh no Dr Bugg”