Yeah, maybe we should take a break
transparent pastel princess with and without sparkles
CINEMATIC MILES MORALES COSPLAY
Yo! My name is Nikolas A. Draper-Ivey…This is cosplay as Cinematic Miles Morales: The Ultimate Spider Man. This suit was made by Jesse Covington ( Writer and Costume Designer) and sewn by Sasha Williams ( Fashion Major graduate). Photos were taken by Pierre BL Brevard I specifically would like to thank Marvel Comics Artist Sara Pichelli for designing this character. I’m also very excited to see Olivier Coipel's work on Spider-Verse!
(Full shoot will be shot in New York itself just in time for NYCC)
|—||J.R.R. Tolkien (via throne-of-perdition)|
That just makes him laugh harder. He hasn’t had this much entertainment in ages, not since Morgoth’s fall, really. Sauron was simply a pretender, no where near the might of Melkor the Valar. He can’t believe his own luck, really, that such a thing would wander into his lands and be caught by him. Does she truly think a knife is going to have any effect on him? The arrows didn’t work, and neither will this. He mocks her, stalks forward to stand a few feet away and holds his arms out in a bow. ”Do your best, ranger, since you’re so determined.”
Watches her, still laughing quietly under his breath, eyes fixed on hers since he wants her to see, see the exact moment she realises she’ll never escape him.
She’s got one chance, one single slim chance at getting out of this, and she knows it. She can’t afford to fail. Once she’s moving, one way or another, it’s all over. Either she kills him - this enemy she never quite expected - or she loses everything. His mock bow has the heat of anger licking up her spine and she clenches her jaw, shifts her knife in her hand.
Then she lunges for him with a snarl, aiming to kill because she needs to.
He can see in her eyes she’s not about to back down, but he’s too confident in his own skill to be cowed. A ranger is no match for him, and he’ll make her fear him sooner rather than later. He’ll circle her, eyeing her with intent just so he can see the flickers in those golden depths, see her breast heave. The crimson blood on her skin, the way it blends into her hair; it’ll cause him to lick his lips and bare his teeth because honestly, what more can she do?
He cannot wait to make her into his plaything, taint her soul with his own brand of corruption. She’ll look lovely in chains.
She watches him like a hawk, like a trapped animal eying its captor. Because really, how is that any different from this? I’m so sure she’s got some other weapon on her, a knife at least, and she’ll get that into her good hand even though she’s sure that she’ll be dizzy with pain if she moves quickly. But she has to try. She would sooner kill him and die trying than let him have his way.
Rangers don’t belong in chains.
Everyone Loves a Good Car Jam!!! - by Thomas Sanders
LITERALLY THE BEST PART IS YOU CAN SEE THE PURE SHOCK ON HIS FACE