Jesus lord, forgive me. I lust. I lust for this Witchblade cosplay in ways that would make a choir of nuns’ heads go all fucking Scanners.

Read the rest of this entry »

This Morrigan right here has got some serious curves for her swerves. Bounce for her ounce. Something for her something.

Read the rest of this entry »

Paulo Henrique dos Santo decided to cosplay as the Hulk. What he didn’t consider is that when you wrangle with the Hulking Green Bastard, there are repercussions. Now the dude is straight chilling with green skin, incapable of taming the beast.

Read the rest of this entry »

There’s something about Zelda  that brings out the most beautiful cosplayers. I ain’t complaining! We have a new batch of quality Zelda cosplay, with a little Midna sprinkled in.

Read the rest of this entry »

It’s Friday. Midday here on the Eastern portion of the United States. Dammit, we’ve earned  this! The lovely  Samantha Star   is all did up in Captain America body paint and all of a sudden the looming weekend seems a bit closer.

Hit the jump for the glory.

Read the rest of this entry »

Sure you’ve seen Iron Man cosplay. However, have you seen Iron Man cosplay that replicates the nearly erotic for tech-fetishists clicking and clanking of the armor coming together?

Hit the jump!

Read the rest of this entry »

The same beauty that brought the cosplay world this Lizbeth from BioShock: Infinite  has struck again. This time cosplaying the female Commander Shepard from Mass Effect 3. Wowzers. I’m sold.

Hit the jump for some more looks.

Read the rest of this entry »

[Via]

Oh Sweet Baby Jesus in Heaven, praise you. Praise you for this wonderful monument to the glory of spandex, the female form, and the X-Men. There are fewer testaments to your will and grace that I can think of, though I should mention I’m having a hard time thinking straight at all right now.

…All due respect to Miles Morales, but Imma go ahead and tap in Beyonce as my favorite Spider-Man. Just imagining her running around in a skin-tight Spidey suit has me…wait for it…slinging some webbing of my own. Too easy. I know. I fail. I know, I know. Leave me alone.

This is that time when everyone in the Justice League was totally bogged down with having to perpetually serve as the Bulwark for the fat asses and slack jawed of the world. They rallied through a day at the local Renaissance Faire, spending too much time drinking mead and yelling boisterously at the bards and wenches. Superman puked. On Hal Jordan’s balls. It smelled like roast chicken and saw dust.