I get a little giddy thinking about the playful, fashion-forward takes people bring to summer beach cons. My favorite are the DIY summer-skins: taking a character from 'Final Fantasy' or 'Persona 5' and reimagining them as if they were on a holiday postcard—ruching, tropical prints, and floppy hats paired with signature color palettes. I often sketch variations first, then choose fabrics that won’t sag in humidity. Sequin trims, waterproof body paint patches, and detachable accessories (like a detachable sleeve or lightweight pauldron) let you swap looks between photos.
Styling matters: I braid wigs to keep them neat, use strong but skin-safe glue sparingly, and always lean on waterproof makeup and micellar water wipes. For props I prefer things that read well at a distance—large, colorful floats, banners, or parasols—because intricate pieces can get ruined by sand and salt. It’s as much about storytelling as staying cool; a little sun-safe ingenuity makes the final photos feel like a mini-story on the beach.
Sunshine and cosplay are a combo I get way too excited about—beach conventions make people get creative with cooling fabrics and playful summer skins. I see everything from sleek swimwear recreations (think character-specific bikinis or one-pieces that match a character’s color scheme) to full-on beachwear mashups: sarongs, kimono-style robes turned lightweight, and even cleverly trimmed armor pieces made from craft foam so they don’t roast the wearer. Wigs are often thinned out or braided for airflow, and cosplayers swap heavy boots for sandals or water shoes that look right with the outfit.
Practical stuff is a big deal too: moisture-wicking fabrics, quick-dry liners, sunscreen-friendly makeup, and small repair kits tucked into fanny packs. Props get adapted for sand—floats, foam swords, or small parasols that double as shade and accessory. I also love seeing summer skins from 'Azur Lane' or 'One Piece' inspire entire groups; colors pop against the sea and photographers chase golden hour for that perfect glow. Honestly, the best beach cosplays balance the look with comfort, and when someone nails that, the photos and vibes are unbeatable.
I tend to take a safety-first approach, so when I plan a beach convention outfit I aim for breathable fabrics and sun protection while keeping the character recognizable. Lightweight tricot, nylon blends, or swim fabric are my go-to materials because they dry fast and won’t cling uncomfortably. I avoid heavy thermoplastics or thick layers unless they’re vented. For adhesives I use skin-safe forms and patch-test at home, and I always pack a small first-aid and emergency-cosplay kit—tape, extra snaps, glue sticks, safety pins.
Footwear that’s practical for sand matters: low-profile sandals, water shoes, or even cute flip-flops that match the costume. Staying hydrated, reapplying SPF, and finding shade between shoots keeps things enjoyable rather than miserable. Also, check the event’s rules: some conventions limit how much skin or which props are allowed on the beach, and that can change how you design your outfit.
When I’m behind the camera at beach events I notice what translates best in photos: bright, saturated colors and flowing fabrics that catch the wind. Cosplayers often pick simplified silhouettes and avoid heavy metallics that reflect too much sun or heat up. Lightweight layers, translucent capes, and ribbons can create motion and look cinematic during golden hour.
Practical tips I tell people: choose footwear that won’t sink, test poses on sand before a shoot, and bring a lightweight reflector or a white towel to bounce light into shaded faces. Small props work best if they’re visually clear from a distance—big, bold shapes read well. Comfort shows in photos, so when someone can move without flinching from heat, the shots are always better.
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Mermaid Thighs
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This book is authored by amy worcester.
“Good morning, fam. This is my uncle Owen, everyone calls him Reese, because that’s his last name and the military is weird like that. He likes thick girls and freaky sex.”
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Forty-three year old Helen is newly divorced and trying to find herself. For the first time in her life, she is not under the control of a man. With an absentee father, an abusive step-brother and a manipulative ex-husband, she's had the perfect trifecta of bad men.
Along with learning to live life on her own, she's trying to help her three children. Jaxon is struggling with his sexuality. Jolene is discovering that her perfect marriage is far from perfect. JD is just trying to get through high school and into the Navy.
Fifty-two year old Owen Reese returned to his hometown after twenty years in the Navy. He started a small business that has made him a millionaire over the past decade. With his own daughter grown and living a life of her own, he thought his days of parenting were behind him. But he is now raising his sixteen year old niece while his sister is deployed with Doctors Without Borders.
And now, the cute, plump receptionist from his accountant's office is everywhere he turns. Not that he's complaining; he's dying to get his hands on those lovely, lush mermaid thighs that haunt his dreams.
Nothing seems to go right for them. All of his many sisters are constantly interfering. Her children worry about her so much that they are almost obsessive. And she just wants to be happy. And skinnier.
Warning: include an abusive relationship
“You.” I snapped my head up. A naked man marched into the kitchen. Heat rushed to my face. The man draped in tattoos and bronze skin glared at me. “What are you doing here?” I squeaked. “I should be the one asking you that.” He closed the gap between us, and his body slammed against mine, pinning me against the door. His hand wrapped around my neck. I dug my nails into his flesh but he didn’t flinch. “You’re with the Red Claw pack aren’t you?” He sneered and tightened his hold. “Screw…you,” I rasped. “Ezra,” Dad barked. “What?” “Put her down. She’s my daughter.” His hold loosened and I dropped to the floor. I held my neck and glared at him. “You have an eighteen-year-old daughter?” Alpha Ezra asked. Dad shrugged, “Twenty, but yes.” Summer is on the run from her former Alpha, and seeks refuge with her estranged Father. She hides a secret that could get her killed so the one person she must stay away from is the one she's drawn to the most. Alpha Ezra is sort of her Dad's best friend and logically off-limits but soon the lines between them blur and before they know it the desire is too hot to put out. Summer's past catches up with her and the only option is to cheat fate or repeat history. Ezra and Summer must work together or risk being ripped apart.
We were on a field trip to the Holy State of Aram, when the prom queen, Susie Lambert, complained about the hot weather and called for a bikini party.
My boyfriend Ken insisted on bringing the whole class along just to satisfy her whim, even though I warned him, "That's against the law, and visitors who are found guilty will be remanded, if not killed…"
He slapped me across the face and snapped, "Don't try to scare us! You're just jealous that Susie's got a nice bod, and you don't want to see us being happy together!"
Everyone else in the class roared in approval too. "Exactly! You already took Ken away from Susie, and you'd now come up with such bullshit!"
I was furious and frustrated, but for their sake, I spoke to Mrs. Dent, the class teacher.
She scolded everyone when she realized what they were doing and called off the bikini party.
However, Susie got so upset that she ran off alone and flaunted her bikini at the beach anyway, and she was caught before being executed as a spy by zealots.
Ken blamed it all on me. In the middle of the night, he sneaked into my home and set fire to it with gasoline, killing my entire family.
Afterward, the entire class testified on his behalf to create an alibi.
But I opened my eyes again and found myself returning to that day when Susie goaded everyone to join her bikini party.
This time, I simply smiled. "Go ahead, enjoy yourselves all you want!"
Part One: I Dare YouShannon Gregory never thought she’d actually meet in person the man she connected with online, leading her step by step into the world of BDSM and the role of the submissive. Now he wanted to meet her in person, on a treasure hunt that he promised would end with the most erotic, sexually fulfilling night she could imagine. Did she dare take the challenge?Part Two: Journey to the PearlMiranda Fox’s latest loser one made off with a perfect pearl she bought and she wants it back. Then a Chinese fortune cookie tells her “Find the perfect pearl and you will find the perfect lover.” But was her hot, sexy friend BJ McNamara, a man she never took seriously, the one to show her where the perfect pearl is and what makes the perfect lover? Part Three: Hot to TrotBuying a ranch on eBay was the wildest thing Autumn Kelley had ever done. But then she discovers the ranch comes with a foreman who makes her pulse pound and could give her an orgasm just by looking at her. And then she meets his friend. But what happens when Autumn inevitably has to come down from the orgasmic high?Part Four: Take a Chance On MeZoe Fortunato is getting married. Tomorrow. But for her wedding gift from Brad she wants one forbidden night as part of a threesome. Will it help the wedding or call it off?Hot Summer Nights is created by Desiree Holt, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
Surviving the Heatwave:My Ice Warlord’s Lethal Obsession
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When the heatwave apocalypse hit, the world turned into a literal oven. It was 140 degrees outside. The water dried up, and the power grid went completely dead. We had no choice but to make a run for the underground bunkers.
Luckily, my boyfriend, Hudson, awakened ice powers.
He is a man of few words, but he caters to my every whim.
One day, I was being my usual spoiled self, begging him to waste his precious energy to make me some ice cream, when a sudden memory flooded my brain.
It was a plotline. I realized I was living in a romance novel, and I was nothing but the useless, high-maintenance side character. All beauty, zero survival skills, and a constant burden to Hudson.
According to the plot, he would eventually leave me behind, and I would die a gruesome death at the hands of some wasteland raiders. Meanwhile, Hudson would meet the REAL female lead—a woman as strong and capable as him.
Terrified, I decided to pull away and stop weighing him down.
But I didn't expect that the moment I distanced myself, Hudson would snatch the back of my neck, kissing me with a vicious, uncharted possessiveness.
"Are you bored of me? Trying to shake me off?" he growled against my lips. "I'll never let that happen."
My older sister Katie said she missed me and requested I visit her.
The second day at her place, the apocalyptic heatwave arrived.
I fought tooth and nail in the supermarket for food and coolant—she told me I'm shameless and have no self-respect.
I offered a high price in the community chat for supplies—she sneered at me and said that anything stored for so long must be disgusting, contaminated by bacteria.
Yet, she threw herself into the arms of the man living across the hallway just for a bit of food. While cuddled in his arms, she watched me die in the heatwave.
When I opened my eyes again, I heard her on the phone saying she missed me.
Well, keep on missing me!
Cold mornings with a coffee in hand make me think about how much season changes your cosplay game. For winter events I gravitate toward characters who already wear layers—caped heroes, military coats, or bulky armor—because it’s much easier to add thermal liners under a long coat than shiver through a day in a thin outfit. I’ll often sew fleece into the lining of a cloak or add removable insulated panels to plate armor. Boots with thick socks, heat packs in pockets, and a hat that fits under the wig are lifesavers. I once wore a wool-lined cape to a snowy meetup and felt like the only sane person while half the crowd was teeth-chattering; layering was my secret win.
Spring feels like cosplay remix season. I aim for breathable fabrics with light layering—think cardigans over school uniforms, or a removable light jacket with a flowy skirt. Rainproofing matters: a small clear umbrella and waterproof shoes kept my costume pristine during a surprise drizzle at an outdoor photoshoot. Bright florals and pastel palettes work beautifully, and I’ll sometimes swap heavy wig styles for looser, breathable wefts. Hairpins and a discreet poncho help when the forecast flips, and a tiny sewing kit in my bag saved a hem once during a chill, windy picnic shoot.
Summer is all about cooling: breathable mesh, moisture-wicking base layers, and costume choices that let air flow. I love adapting swimsuits, summer yukatas, or lighter versions of armor for hot cons. Portable battery fans clipped into a wig, sunscreen on exposed skin, and a refillable water bottle are essentials. For fall, I prefer transitional looks—layers you can remove like scarves, vests, and leather jackets that suit both crisp mornings and mild afternoons. Fall colors are perfect for grunge or fantasy characters. Each season has trade-offs, but with small prep—liners, removable layers, and sensible shoes—you can cosplay comfortably and confidently year-round.