If my desired aesthetic is Secret Wars-era Reed Richards at an Amon Amarth concert, than Valkyrie Wonder Woman is certainly the sort of accompaniment I would enjoy. Just uh. Like, if my wife was cosplaying her. Did I, did I save myself?

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Meagan Marie generally fucking owns any sort of cosplay that she undertakes. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that her take on Daneyerysighaijuhiugfuckyoumartin Target is killer as well. But that don’t mean that we can’t bask in the glory all the same.

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Here’s Meagan Marie back with some more quality cosplaying. This time she’s taken Ms. Lara Croft and overlaid a veneer of steampunky atop the usual motifs. I don’t know what that sentence means.

Nor do I care.

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Atomic Wonder Woman is ready to chainsaw your fucking face. Right off. Grind it up into bloody giblets and fling them into the stratosphere. Don’t protest too much, we both know you’ve earned this sentence into oblivion.

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I happened to walk by Meagan Marie a couple of weeks ago at NYCC, and I am happy to report she is as pleasant and charming in person as she is in these photographs. Here she is all did up as battle worn Wonder Woman, still conveying that amazonian strength and you know, hottiness.

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