#Cosplay
Cosplay: Classic JILL VALENTINE from ‘RESIDENT EVIL.’
Ah! The old school Jill Valentine costume. From you know, the original Resident Evil. Before the franchise was a smoldering ruin of betraying gameplay machinations. This’ll (it’s a word in my world) take you back. Way back!
No Comments
Cosplay: Latex-clad BLACK CAT is white hot during this winter freeze
That headline is only relevant if you live in the Northeastern arm of the Empire, but hey. I live here, I write the headline, so you can suck an egg. No! No, don’t go. I’m sorry. Here, have some glorious cosplay.
Cosplay: You had me at ELEKTRA. Pale beauty of death
Elektra! Is she alive right now in the MU? Is she dead? Dead but sentient? Alive but not sentient? I can’t keep tabs. Anyways, here’s some stunning cosplay feature Miss Natchios.
Cosplay: Rule 63 Cable proves Hope (Summers) springs eternal
Rule 63 Cable. Baby Hope Summers. Just rolling around. No big deal, at all. Though I have to say running around with a baby on your chest whilst defending its life with giant ass guns is probably not the best idea. Not a knock on the cosplay, though. Just on Nathan Summers being a bit careless. Is all.
Cosplay: Link from ‘LEGEND OF ZELDA’ got that tranquil sexiness.
Something really dope/froggy fresh/relaxing about this gorgeous Link cosplay. Dude just wants to run through the woods, slash some grass, collect some rupees. Buy himself some bait and go fishing. Not the worst live in the world.
Cosplay: Lightning from ‘LIGHTNING RETURNS’ is striking! Like..you get it?
Let it not be said that a crappy video game series cannot beget (begat? I don’t fucking know) some utterly stunning cosplay. ‘Cause this rendition of Lightning from Lightning Returns is some of the most ornate cosplay I’ve ever seen. Staggering levels of detail.
Cosplay: LADY CLOUD STRIFE. Buster sword. Bustin’ hearts.
Here’s some Lady Cloud Strife cosplay. Here it is. I got nothing else. Do I ever have anything else? Is life an empty void, save for brief respites in the form of attractive cosplay? Am I really here? Why do I have no pants on — again? Hey! What’s going on? Pass the punch.
Cosplay: Batwoman and Batgirl fight the glorious Bat-fight.
I’m high on cold medicine and hacking dark, horrifying phlegm for a third day. Here have some cosplay while I curl up in a ball and pass gas that smells like a betrayal towards humanity. Nothing much like the rot-gut farts of a digestive tract besieged by mucous.
How does this even relate? I’m not sure.
