Cubbixo

A girl like Cubbi doesn’t just live life—she devours it, breath by glorious breath. Born with a laugh as bright as a supernova and a mischief that shines in every sidelong glance, she quickly outgrew the quiet corners of South Carolina, where the crickets sang her to sleep and the sun rose like it had something personal to say each morning. It was in Conway that Cubbi, the pageant princess with a pair of proud Dutch grandparents she called Oma and Opa, first stretched her wings. And what wings they turned out to be.

Her childhood was all glitter and grit, trophies gleaming on her shelf like tiny stars collected from a thousand beauty pageants where her charm and sparkle made everyone else’s sequins look dull by comparison. Titles like Miss Jovani’s Miss South Carolina and Miss Shining Stars Supreme Beauty? Cubbi earned them the way some folks earn freckles or laugh lines—naturally, effortlessly. South Carolina’s Top Model, a talent title in acrobatic contortion: these weren’t accolades so much as inevitabilities, reflections of a girl too bright and too boundless to be anything less than the best.

But, as Cubbi would tell you, the trophies were just a reflection. There was always something more to her than rhinestones and rehearsed smiles. She had an instinctive love for comic books, her fingers flipping eagerly through each page while the ink-stained heroes battled villains. Her fascination with the bold colors and wild storylines only grew, to the point that when she posed for a cosplay-themed photo shoot, it felt like a piece of her hidden world had finally stepped into the spotlight. That shoot opened doors, and one day she was invited to appear as a guest at a comic book convention—an invitation that might as well have been a knight’s call to battle.

There, among people as enchanted by fantasy worlds as she was, Cubbi’s infectious energy was free to ripple outwards. She didn’t just slip into a character; she brought it to life. Her artistry as a cosplayer became legendary, a mix of precision and passion that brought the character to life right before the viewer’s eyes. Fans cheered, cameras clicked, and somewhere in that whirlwind, Cubbi transformed from a small-town pageant girl into a comic convention queen, the cosplay model for the fierce Kellacun from The Wererat’s Tale by Shane Moore. This wasn’t dress-up—it was Cubbi’s own magic, her spirit reaching out through a wig, a mask, and a cascade of color.

Yet there’s a side to Cubbi that isn’t all spandex and convention halls. Somewhere in between the autograph lines and the spotlights, she’s the girl with her thumbs on a game controller, a competitive gamer who plays like she was born with pixels in her veins. She dives into video games with a force that blurs the line between competitor and creator, her mind and fingers racing faster than the code that animates her virtual worlds. Her favorite games, the ones that give her that electric thrill, are the ones that make her fight for victory the same way she’d fight to perfect the swing of a sword or the angle of a contortionist’s arch.

On stage, in photos, and on the battlefield of digital landscapes, she wears her passion openly, without hesitation. Her Instagram is littered with snapshots of her life, but not the carefully curated, glossy stuff you’d expect. There are cosplays and conquests, yes, but also pun-riddled captions that are uniquely her—bright, spontaneous, and a little bit sassy, just the way her fans have come to expect. “The pun queen 👑” she calls herself, and with good reason. She doles out wordplay like she’s giving out candy on Halloween, each joke dipped in a warm blend of irony and humor that could only belong to her.

For Cubbi, life is too short for superficial worries, an attitude she lives by with an energy that feels like a breath of fresh air. She’s the first to laugh off the little things, shrugging off trivial problems with a wink and a shrug, her focus always on what really matters—the joy of the moment, the connection with fans, the thrill of a new challenge. Her fans don’t just see her as an icon; they see her as someone real, someone who shows up at conventions, dressed to the nines in yet another flawlessly executed cosplay, yet who doesn’t mind chatting like old friends in the halls.

Oma and Opa, her roots as strong as an oak tree’s, remain her grounding force. Though Cubbi’s world has grown far beyond Conway, she carries that little piece of her family in everything she does. From them, she learned to work hard and love harder, to treat people with a warmth that’s hard to fake and impossible to resist. To know Cubbi is to know the smell of homemade Dutch treats on Christmas, to imagine her mother’s proud gaze as she took home yet another crown, and to understand that behind every smile, every pose, every joke, is a little girl who never quite lost her wonder for the worlds around her—real or imaginary.

Cubbi’s story isn’t a fairy tale; it’s a comic book saga, full of color and courage, grit and glitter. It’s about knowing who you are and who you want to be, about bridging the worlds of the everyday and the extraordinary. In the world of cosplay, Cubbi has found her home, but in her heart, she’s still the girl from Conway who knows that her family, her fans, and her fierce love for the journey make it all worthwhile.