I have decided to start a Ko-Fi account in the hopes that it will help to reach my convention and build goals. I received alot of support in my main IG page, @ms.krisgrace
and it was so amazing! That is what lead me to start this page, so that I can really connect and share exclusive cosplay content. I know this IG account as well as myself in the cosplay world are both fairly new, but if you have been following me on my main account sense the beginning and have come here, or are new and like what you see so far, all your support is greatly appreciated! Who knows where this will go, but I know I am having fun with the journey 🐱
Cigar smoke hung thick in the air. It's aromatic stench filling the nostrils of any that entered the poorly lit room. Shadowy booths housing Shadowy figures like abstract painting adorned the far walls. Stools and tables filled the spaces between. The floor felt sticky as a mix of dried vomit, blood and alcohol formed a skin across once pristine hardwood, now a scuffed and pocked jigsaw of age. Standing in the doorway, a assaulted by the sights and stench hard muscles rippled beneath his suit. Steel gray eyes scanning the faces of every lowlife and scumbag that patronized the dive. Finally, a piece of the abstract rose, black fedora sat tilted on greasy slicked hair. A cheap looking suit hung poorly tailored on his body, as he crinkled his long ago broken nose. "Whoa da hell you think you are?" He asked shouting across the room. Alerting everyone to his presence. Eyes turned to take him in, as he watched their faces. A mix of fighters and cowards between them all, with one thing in common between them all. They all stood in his way. "It dont matter who I am." His voice growled low, an slight Brooklyn accent nearly faded from years being out of the city. "What matters is someone in this room hurt a friend of mine." He continued thick muscled neck turning his focused stare across the room until it finally fell on one single individual. "And that's somethin that needs ta be addressed." As he spoke chairs slid backwards as thugs, minions and errand boys rose. Fists clenched and weapons flashing in waistbands and holsters. However the lone man remained seated. A gruesome mask upon his face, a black skull with dead unflinching eyes. "Ain't that quaint." Roman Sionis laughed. "You've come to avenge that whore is that right?" His voice was muffled behind his mask, but his words were clear as day. "Go fuck yourself pal, you see you've walked into the lion's den now." He raised a hand. With a single motion of his writs he indicated to his band of thugs to deal with their party crasher. As two powerfully built goons approached he chuckled "I didn't come looking for vengeance." He said a new edge in his voice. "That's the bats gig. I simply came looking for a fight." (➡)
The tragic past of The Joker 🎭
Dt: Everyone who has heard of this baddie
ey its my birthday + i’m now a dancing queen
also i really miss maggies ivy?? idk she’s the only ivy i liked
Gotham by Gaslight by DanielGovar on DeviantArt
🐾“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”🐾 -James Herriot
Turned my poem into a bleeping movie. I give you, Breathless. (MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA)
《《 Rough Cut 》》
Kitty Corner? Really? The feline rolled her eyes at the paradox she was about to create.
One of Gotham's biggest sex trafficker and money smuggling thugs was inside the Strip club called, Kitty Corner.
Swiftly, she jumped from the roof of the building and landed on her feet infront of the back door - as all cats should. "Its almost too easy. Like they want people to sneak in the back." She chuckled and pulled the door open to a black hallway.
Using her goggles, she could see perfectly enough to get through and find the dressing rooms for the dancers.
Upon approaching, she could them discussing over the perversion of the customers and how some guy threw a pea size diamond on the stage. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
At that moment, Selina slowly inched the unlocked door open to see a tall blonde with only a pink robe on and an African American woman sitting at the vanity doing her makeup.
Inside the Blondes hand was a indeed a piece of a diamond and it a true trade mark from Rough Cut; the guy Selina is here for. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ "You ladies wanna break?" Selina made herself known in the door way. Her leather suit catching the small bounces of light and her hips cocked to the side.
The blonde surveyed her before shrugging, "Suit yourself. It's a boring crowd out there anyhow." With their permission, Selina took her position behind the red curtain, waiting for the lights to dim.
Once they had, the only thing the crowd knew were the sounds of her heels clicking against the wooden flooring of the stage.
Whistles and hollers could be heard, but her eyes were fixated on the man front and center. His slicked back blonde hair and squinted eyes waited to see what the dark held for his entertainment. And boy would he be entertained. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
[To be continued]