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𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

↬ 👖 Napoleon has a little problem dressing up for a date in the 21st Century. Luckily, the mansion's residents are there to give him fashion advice, divided into team Sexy, team Defense, and team Cute.

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC, ft. all residents ( Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare) • rating: G • tags: Humor; Crack; Dress Up • wordcount: 1,797 • masterlist

a/n: An early celebration for Napoleon's upcoming birthday, with the prompt Napo Style from my Napoleon Birthday Celebration 2023 event! Enjoy the chaos!

Thanks to The Door at Comte's mansion being fixed and thus allowing a safe trip through the time and space continuum, newer and cooler dating spots are now available for the mansion's lovebirds, Napoleon and MC! How exciting is that? The latter is especially enthusiastic about strolling the streets of 21st-century Paris and showing off her lover…

The former is currently losing his mind.

Because there is an hour left until they step into the vortex of time-traveling, and Napoleon has no idea how people in the future dress for a date. At all.

"This is a problem." Napoleon muses out loud as he paces back and forth in the mansion's lounge room. Of course, he's not alone there, in this house you never get a moment of privacy no matter where you are. Currently he shares his air with… Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare… wait, why are all of them here?! Even Shakespeare? Could it be that his worries are so prominently written on his face that the residents' gossip-meter was able to track it, and now they're bursting with curiosity?!

"Everything alright, Naps?" Arthur tests the waters, taking a noisy sip from his coffee.

"Yeah, you can always tell us if you have problems with your dating life. That's what friends are for." Theo chimes in, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Problems with my dating life? No, it's just… I don't know how to dress up for the date. I thought that maybe I could just go with these clothes…?" Napoleon shrugs, fixing the lapels of his jacket.

"I strongly suggest you don't." Joins Mozart, closing the piano he was pretending to play as he listened in.

"Then what do I put on? MC will be ready in just a moment and she'll no doubt be stunning. Gods… Can any of you help me out?"

"We can."

"Alright old chap, come out whenever you're ready. Too bad that our team's idea is first and therefore it will put an early end to this fashion show." Arthur boasts confidently as he takes his place on the left along with his other team members, part of the Sexy team. As the curtain is dramatically swooshed to reveal Napoleon, the audience livens up in a cacophony of different murmurs…

Napoleon has no idea why the bunch targeted his favorite red curtain-- erm, cape, as the first thing to be removed from the outfit, but in a flash Napoleon sees it hanging from the staircase's railing and he understands. The small space behind the stairs becomes a makeshift changing booth… he does live with the smartest men in history after all. From there on, the smart ideas keep on coming as he steps behind the curtain and braces himself for accepting the various articles of clothing being handed to him to try on.

Napoleon poses awkwardly while trying to hide his attributes, the small cloth hiding his crouch area making it difficult as his pants have been reduced to just that, a loincloth that his trademark big belt holds together. His shirt too has suffered a massive reduction in length and now barely covers his chest, leaving his abs and stomach exposed, a similar thing done to his sleeves so the shirt now reminds more of a tank top of sorts. The golden epaulets from his jacket remain. His boots are untouched, at least. His look is completed with ruffled hair for a messier, sexier hairstyle.

"Ahem. As you may know, the 21st century is vastly different from our times in terms of dressing to impress… so to say, the meaning of that phrase is turned upside down!"

"Undress to impress!" With a finger in the air and a smile on his face, the most unlikely member of team Sexy, Vincent, hurries to add. Before Theo can collapse, Vincent backs up his (unbeknownst to him) scandalous vision with a little bit of his wisdom. "How nice that is, a world that celebrates the body instead of hiding it. Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it!"

"Thank you, Vincent."

"Sebastian, why are YOU on this team?" Someone in the crowd asks.

Despite Arthur's confidence in winning this "competition", the other teams are more than eager to have their go in an attempt to beat his idea of modern fashion. After another round of handing stuff to the haphazardly changing behind the curtain Napoleon, a group of four residents get ready to present their idea.

With a perfect little nod, Sebastian says matter-of-factly, "Master Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it."

With difficulty, a man in a knight's heavy full armor (that normally can be found in one of the hallways as a decoration) steps in front of the audience's eyes, who they can only assume is Napoleon, due to not a tad of his identity being visible underneath this "outfit".

As a leader of Team Defense, Jean turns to the audience to explain. "The modern world is filled with dangers we're unaware of. Napoleon should prioritize his safety," he eyes his teammate, Shakespeare, who is ready to take the word next: "As well as the safety of his beloved. Thus he clothes in steal and prepares a heavy blade, or a dozen; if the chance arises, he shall defeath all that's on his path, in the name of her!"

As Napoleon hears the signal, he demonstratively takes out a spear, a chain mace, a war hammer, a longsword…! The audience takes a step back.

"They're right. You never know what's out there. There might be cats." Theo nods approvingly, slapping Napoleon's armor as if to test its durability. The last member of team Defense, Mozart, is ready with his own argument.

"Everything there must be dirty. This will protect him from exposure."

Still, this can't end without the final third team showcasing their own unique idea of dressing up Napoleon. And besides, the mansion's daddy, Comte, being a leader of this team is enough to make everyone quiet down and pay attention.

It's a shockingly good argument.

"And finally, team Cute. Because you, my dears, are forgetting a key element of what our fashion show is about, and that is helping our Napoleon win his girl's heart all over again, in a different time, in a different world. We must look from the eyes of MC. And a lady like her, oh her heart surely sings at the sight of everything that can be called cute. She'll swoon and melt as she witnesses Napoleon embracing his inner adorableness; that is for sure!"

Without further ado, Napoleon steps forward, revealing his outfit that for some reason troubles his walking more than the armor from before… the reason might be the tight corset Comte put him in, one made for men nonetheless, but still making it hard for the soldier to act naturally wearing. Especially combined with those high-heeled boots! There's not a trace of any dark colors anywhere to be seen, from frilly innocent whites to sunny yellows to baby pinks, he's dolled up like a little prince from a fairytale. His hair which is the only color out of place, is densely covered in small hairclips, that are not exactly Comte's style, so there might be put there by…

"Napo-chan is so kawaii with the little hair accessories I put on him. I'm convinced MC won't resist kissing you all over."

"Why am I on this team?!" Laments Isaac, whose contribution is narrowed down to an apple he found laying around… surprisingly, posing with the apple does add cute points to Napoleon's look, as much as the physicist hates to admit. He's only on this team because he refused to join in the absurdity of the other two…

"They're right, Naps." Leonardo agrees with a hand on his chin. "I've heard cara-mia gush all over you being cute when you make a slip-up from your mister perfect persona. Be a little clumsier and clueless. She'll find it charming."

Napoleon hums and looks at the palms of his glove-clad hands, a little lost. "I'm, uhhh… not so sure what you mean."

"That's it, just like that."

"Okay, that's all, which team won?" Arthur asks impatiently, not very amused about the fact that his coffee mug is now empty.

"That's for Napoleon to decide. What do you think, Napoleon?"

Napoleon takes a look at all the faces lit up in expectation, and makes a "wait" gesture as he disappeared behind the curtain again. A few seconds later he is out, dressed in what appears to be an untouched replica of his original outfit, but almost hidden beneath various items that each of the teams can recognize as their own.

"You all joined forces to help me, so the answer can only be a combination of your efforts. With this, I'm confident about covering all bases necessary for a successful date with my Nunuche. Thank you."

"Spoken like a true leader!" Dazai cheers, instantly approving the idea.

The door swings open as MC walks in at a fast pace, hurrying to collect Napoleon's hand and take him away. She's dressed in a simple sundress and wearing her light pink bag over a shoulder with the little Mousette charm hanging from it.

"There you are Napoleon, we're going to be late for our date…! What are you wearing?"

Napoleon makes a troubled humming noise as he shakes off item after item, throwing them in different directions as they clatter against the floor and roll off somewhere. He's back in his day-to-day outfit.

"Nothing much. Nunuche, the truth is… you're stunning. I didn't want to disappoint you. I'm sorry but I couldn't find anything to dress up for our date."

"Oh? What are you talking about, we're going to get you dressed up right now! As soon as we step out of the door we'll go to my friend Mai's boutique and you can have a full Comtherapy!"

"…I…What's a Comtherapy?"

"A Comte-therapy! A shopping therapy, dummy! He even gave me money to dress you up this morning! Thank you, daddy Comte!"

"You're welcome, ma cherie."

"COMTE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" a bunch of voices speak up at the same time.

"Why, my dearest residents and I were having so much fun. Who am I to spoil it?"

Amidst the chaos, Napoleon and MC begin to laugh, their hands still intertwined because of MC's earlier attempt to sneak Napoleon out of the rowdy room. Napoleon smirks and takes the lead, leaving the residents to their wits.

"Come on, Nunuche. Let's go on our date."

MC swoons and gawks, following right after.

"Gods Napoleon, you're so charming!"

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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years

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JASON TODD & DUKE THOMAS (generalized canon)

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“A Word Of Warning” (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader) and (Duke Thomas & Platonic!Reader)

| The Bats clock you as a known associate of The Red Hood and Signal ends up tracking you down for some answers.

| SFW, Jason isn’t apart of the Bat Clan, Caribbean-American!reader(just a bit; for the plot)

| This’s technically based off of a story I’m working on but because of where I have it placed in the timeline this idea with Duke (who’s who I thought of originally for it) wouldn’t really fit because Duke wouldn’t be old enough yet so yeah. (picture source: new talent showcase #1 comic)

| 4k+ words

Beg. NOTES: This is the first time I’ve ever written either Duke or Antagonist Red Hood (as opposed to just Jason or Red Hood making nice) so bare with me I’m still figuring them out, especially Duke. Also I am going to quit this app if it keeps deleted my shit, omfg.

Other notions notwithstanding you’re of the opinion Gotham looks its best right before sunset. The city’s ever present shadows coming out of hiding to climb up the horizon and take over the sun were incredibly fitting considering who kept vigil of the place. And you loved the way the weaker heat felt against your skin on cooler days like this one before you blended into the lack of light that came at nightfall.

There was just something to be said about two forces so intrinsic to the universe meeting. Of light breeze and dwindling blaze. Of sitting near the edge of a roof, feet almost dangling over the side of too dangerous, and taking it all in.

Of the blaring of cars in the late rush of the oncoming evening and the way the air shifts just a little to your left. Natural flow blocked by some anomaly. Out of place but easy enough to overlook. Too bad to whichever cape’s appeared that you’ve been listening out for that particular party trick for the last half a year. Although it admittedly wasn’t something you worried about during the day.

“Let me guess? Hands in the air?”

“Hell no,” a voice scoffs. “I’m just here as a concerned party. If I were some cop I wouldn’t’ve even let you talk before I had you in cuffs. Knee in your back too probably.”

A shrug of your shoulder is a decent enough answer in your book. You don’t feel like adding to the list of vigilantes you regularly interact with - more acceptable than the police though they were. Not even a little.

“No disrespect, but get to the point. We both know you didn’t start lurking on me just cause.”

He kisses his teeth, you can’t tell whether it’s out of irritation or not.

“Fine. I found you out. A crime lord? Really?”

There it is. You turn to him then, immediately caught up by how bright his costume is even against Gotham’s sun. Everything in the city was just a little askew and the way the sun beat down on y’all was no exception, but he somehow came across brighter.

He’s particolored yellow against the dark gothic backgrounds of your old-as-sin apartment complex, not hiding in the shadows or completely out in the open, but a third secret option: managing to be swallowed by them without trying regardless. The leftover light in the sky doing nothing to thwart how well he’s hidden. Like a moth to the dark he still manages to blur just at the corner of your vision, dark tendrils crawling up his form and sinking near seamlessly into his suit; clashing colors ombreing and turning parts of it flaxon.

“I wasn’t aware you were my keeper.”

The idea of craning your head any longer isn’t exactly appealing, and it’s not as if you’d be able to do anything if he tried something, so you look back out over the city eyes narrowing when he speaks.

“Hood might keep a close eye on the Narrows, and I might even appreciate it sometimes, but over here is still my territory.”

“Right,” you grunt. That wasn’t exactly the answer you were gearing up for. You’d expected something along the lines of his ‘boss’ having sent him. “Well what gave me away then?”

“We knew you had to have been from North considering Hood’s change in visiting pattern was only half an inch outside of the Alley, but me?” He steps out of the shadows and looking at him makes your eyes burn even without him using his powers. Bright colors in Gotham should be damn outlawed. “Hoodie and mask or not. There’s only three women with that accent in the Narrows, Y/n. I checked for multi citizenship from areas with Caribbean dialects, then found your mom, which led me to you since she was too old to be messing with the Red Hood.”

“Fuck,” you curse in a rush, gaping at the escaping light in the sky.

“Yeah, you should really work on masking that.”

“Shit.” You had thought you were. “I made sure I was yanking the whole time, there's no way. You must’ve followed me home or something.”

“Bet.”

That’s all he says. No follow up proposal, no fluffing up his sentence to cover for being called out, nothing. Just a cocky upturn of one corner of his mouth and that self assured silence.

“…Fuck.”

“Yeah.” He slips down to your left, sitting beside you, before frowning some and pushing himself back a foot. He turns to you with that same expression, “You just had to wait on the roof, didn’t you?”

Irritation burns hot up your throat - nobody told his bright ass to come up here with you - but you still turn to raise your brows at him. Wasn’t that the ‘bat way’? Rarely have you ever seen the people Jason frequently goes up against anywhere else but perched on high or crashing through the air at top speeds.

Signal only shakes his head, however, grumbling something under his breath.

Eventually he just sighs, “Forget it. Point is I found you cause it’s hard for you to get rid of how you elongate your a’s. It’s a super distinct ‘ah’ sound if you know what to look for and I just so happen to know. Don’t worry though, I haven’t told Batman yet.”

“Yet?”

“Yes, yet. I might not be the oldest hero on the block but I know bad decisions when I see them.”

“Make your fair share, have you?”

Your murmur comes out more defensive than you want. First he was telling you you couldn’t hide your accent for shit - despite having practiced extensively with Hood - and now he was telling you The Batman wanted in your business. Fuck indeed.

Would you go to jail for being associated with a known criminal? Does dating a killer count as accessory to every one of his crimes? Can you believably argue ignorance of his actions? These really do feel like questions you should’ve asked beforehand.

There’s the distinct impression he’s rolling his eyes under that visor when Signal responds next.

“Hilarious, but this isn’t about me. It’s about whether you know what you’ve gotten yourself into,” he laughs a little when you scowl. “I’m just saying. You're not the Bonnie to his Clyde - or whatever cutesy metaphor you wanna use - you haven’t done anything offensable. It's not too late you can’t get out.”

You scoff quietly and go back to watching the night’s hues slowly swallowing the day's light whole. “Who says I want out?” It’s pretty the way the colors swirl. Like a fight.

“Why wouldn’t you?” He looks away from you frowning, marring what you can see of his face, before holding his hand up. “No wait, don’t answer that, just hear me out. I get it - wanting to help - I really do and I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't support it. But if you don’t know what you’re about, leave while you still can. This superhero thing gets less about creed and more about survival the further you get sucked into it and once the rest of the Bats are onto you that’s it.”

Oh that would definitely be ‘it’, but not tonight. Tapping the screen of your otherwise forgotten phone shows the thirty six minutes of time you've got before seven o'clock to get to where Hood asked you to meet near the city hall district.

“I’m sorry, do you have something better to do than listen to me trying to save your life?”

You grimace lightly, “Listen, I appreciate the concern but if you're not going to do anything but tell me shit I already know I’m just- gonna go.”

“Alright, I know a cape tracking you down ain’t fun but come on-” he cuts himself off so fast his teeth audibly clink together then all at once he’s standing again.

You tense yourself, breath catching in your throat, and roll around so you can see where he’s facing. There’s a second where nothing meets you but the cresting shadows and bronze lighting desperately spreading its fingers over gravel. It’s quiet save for the swooping breeze then Signal twitches. It’s like a chill has gone through his body, like something tugged on wrong when somebody’s hand is in your hair.

An ice struck down your spine type of grimace that has you cringing in sympathy.

Just as Signal steps fully in front of you the shadows around the concrete bulkhead a few feet away stretch outward before materializing into something person shaped. Signal shivers again like he can feel the elasticity.

“Narrows! Funny seeing you here,” a harsh mechanized voice sounds. Dark tactical gear slowly becomes discernible from the shade as the person moves closer until that telltale flash of red greets you both.

Your breath un-catches and you breathe out harshly through your nose, clambering to your feet. He was ten minutes too early and miles away from the southeast side.

“Not really, considering I live here and all, but whatever.”

In response the guy takes another step closer. Signil’s hand twitches but he doesn’t move for the eskrima you all know is at his back.

“Right, well, I don’t really appreciate people messing with my informants.”

“I’d suggest not meeting them so out in the open then,” he gives a blight shrug.

The newest rooftop occupant shakes his head with a low chuckle.

“I wasn’t. You guys are just nosy and -uh- what am I forgetting?” He snaps his fingers, somehow managing to make it sound incredibly obnoxious. “Oh, that’s right! I was also in civies. What’s next, you guys gonna bombard the owner of the bodega I shop at too?”

“I wasn’t bombarding her. I was passing on a message.”

Hood nods and his voice reverberates in a low growl through the modulator when he hums. “Mmm, okay well. Y/n?”

“Message received,” you brush some roof gravel from your clothes still trying to decide how you feel about him coming to your ‘rescue’ like this.

“Well you heard the lady, Narrows. See ya later.”

“Listen man, I’m not trying to fight if I don’t have to, but do you really think this’s a good idea?”

“You know what, Signal? I like you so I’ll keep that noted, but you tell Daddy Bats if he forces the issue it’ll officially become my business. Now kindly fuck off, the sun’s setting.”

There’s a pause where the two of them just stare one another down and then Signal crosses his arms, feet planted.

“If I don’t?”

“Wow,” Jason groans, head falling into his hands for a beat before he looks back up. The blank face of the helmet doesn’t give anything away but the way he lets his body slump, hands falling to his sides, is telling enough. As much as you like Signal you kinda agree. “How does he put up with you?”

The vigilante shrugs, “He couldn’t stop me if he wanted; better to just get in the passenger’s seat.”

“Poetic,” he scoffs. “Alright, let me put it this way. You're a smart kid, you know nothing’ll happen if she’s seen with some unknown white guy but what about when people catch on that Batman’s interested in her? What then?”

It takes a second, and Signal doesn’t uncross his arms, but his shoulders lower and he shifts his weight to one side.

“Us poking around is more dangerous for her than your civilian identity, I got it.” He huffs. You can see his grimace even from behind. “But that doesn’t mean I got to trust her with you.”

“Wrong.” Jason rises back to his full height with a shake of his head. “This isn’t up for debate. She’s not going anywhere.”

You jerk forward, walking a few steps in front of Signal so you can stand to the side of him while still being seen by both males, scowl taking over your features.

“She - if anybody’s curious - does still possess the ability to make her own decisions. I know what I’m doing, I don’t need a babysitter.”

Signal turns to you with the most dubious head tilt. “You’re sure you know what you're doing?”

You cross your arms, “Fuck you, I’m figuring it out.”

A beat goes by of everyone collectively doing their best impression of a gaggle of directionless mimes before Signal groans.

“Say I believe you. How exactly do you expect me to keep Batman off of your tail when he figures your identity out?”

When Hood laughs it’s so hard the responder crackles in and out of clarity. He waves Signal off. “I’ll deal with him, don’t sweat it.”

The way Signal’s pressing his weight forward says for all the world that he would very much like to sweat it, but he still sighs anyway, dropping his arms to unclip his grapple. He looks to you for a second time.

“You’ll tell me if anything happens?”

The response you give is mostly shrug.

“Sure, Kid, whatever, you’ll be the first one I call,” you throw out while glaring in the general direction of Jason’s eyes. In any case, Signal being added to the list was better than Batman.

The diurnal bat accepts your words with a small smile, shoots Jason what you can only assume to be a warning look, and then hooks his grapple line and eases himself over the side of your apartment with a mock salute your way.

“And don’t follow me like that again!” you lean over to clock where he’s zooming down the building, not straying far from its ancient brick handholds at all, to call out to the vigilante’s retreating form. Mostly though the words are for Jason who’s managed to tuck himself back near the shadows, setting sun washing over him from behind and making him look a lot like a red dahlia set ablaze.

Somehow a minute later, even high as you are, the faint sounds of a high powered engine revving meets your ears. You ignore the part of you that perks up at the idea of being able to poke at Signal’s tricked out motorcycle in favor of swinging your unimpressed look firmly where it belongs.

“Did you hear me good?” With the other gone you allow yourself to turn to Jason headlong, brow raising.

The sound of the motorcycle bursting from wherever it’d been hidden, and something like an elated whoop coming from Signal as he drives to switch shifts with the rest of the clan, overlaps your pointed silence.

Jason shifts his weight forward.

“Y/n-”

“Nope. No,” you parry, moving closer. “What happened to ‘meet at city hall’?”

“You weren’t moving,” he throws out while pushing off the concrete to intercept you. His hands glide up your arms till he can grasp onto your forearms and turn you around, hold more cradle than control as he guides you to the wall.

You let him do it but the furrow in your brows doesn’t budge. The mask, red and frustratingly unyielding, does much the same with far less effort.

“Now how,” you click your tongue. “Did you know that?”

The second your back brushes along the wall he stops responding, helmet tipping this way and that.

“He didn’t come anywhere near touching me,” you roll your eyes. “Did you put a tracker on me?”

Jason shrugs, doesn’t bother answering you in any direction.

“What were you two getting all yuppy about?”

The corner of your mouth twitches downward and you don’t bother fixing it.

“Hood,” you ground out, body a tense obstruction as you get in his face enough he can’t keep up his examination.

In turn Jason doesn’t give an inch but the sound that comes out of the modulator is harsh, likely just a heavy sigh, but your fists ball regardless; too keyed up to parse out the difference.

“Your find my phone app works perfectly fine.”

“Oh,” you shift your gaze away from glowing eyes to look at the moon overlapping some of the last remnants of the sun's rays, features evening out. He waits until you slump back into the wall to speak next.

“You done?”

Lips pursed you give into that deadpan tone with a tiny shrug.

“Yeah I’m done.”

A beat or five goes by, you’re not sure cause you’re not watching, before he sighs shoulders coming in and out of your peripheral.

“C'mon Slick,” Jason intones quietly. He reaches to the back of the helmet and releases the catch. His brows are practically furrowed over his domino when you’re finally able to get a good look at him and he tucks the helmet into his side, pointing at you with his free hand. “I’m just watching out for you. You have got to keep yourself outta trouble.”

“Please I would hardly count that as ‘trouble’,” you push his hand away and slip off around him to walk to the roof access door. “And you told them I was your informant, really?”

You don’t react to the ‘oh my god’ he breathes out behind you but you do let the door close in his face when you walk into the stairwell.

It’s petty but the name of the game currently seems to be how petty can you get so at least you aren’t breaking any rules.

You've already made it halfway to the hallway entrance when Jason flings the heavy metal open with a low curse. “Would you rather the alternative?”

“I would rather a partner who trusts me.”

The door slams shut and the only thing lighting the way is the sickly colored lights, the palest possible imitation of the now sleeping sun, and the scarcely lit red EXIT hanging above the top landing. None of that manages to hinder how open Jason's body language has become or stop you from reading the hurt from him when you chance a second long glance backward.

“I do trust you- just not against a cape. Not right now.”

“Hmph.” You don’t stop or turn around but you slow your gait so you’re not thundering down the steps anymore. “But not never?”

“Evidently,” he grunts, coming down the stairs in that oddly silent way that doesn’t even make the air being displaced under his feet echo. “Now what the hell’s got you so up in arms?”

“There’s nothing ‘up’ with me.” The hall door opens by your hand a sliver of the way before one of Jason’s hands clasps over yours on the lever and forces it back into place. It makes you jump, he hadn’t sounded so close.

The click of the latch bolt sounds suspiciously final. You puff out a light breath. It hits the door in one streamlined wave of nerves. In the meantime Jason’s body presses along the length of your back like he belongs there; it’s so natural. You shiver and relax your hand on the handle. Allow it to slip off with his own when he lets go.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working on this shit? Talk to me, will you?”

Rocking back on your heels to mold into his warmth you close your eyes, head falling onto his chest.

“If I don’t?”

He matches your whisper with one of his own, words nearly coiling around you with his delivery.

“If there’s zero stubborn people in the world then you’re dead, Y/n. We both know I can’t make you do fuck all.”

“Hmm,” you scoff quietly. “If there’s no stubborn people left you’d have to be dead too, you know?”

“I don’t think I’d mind being dead with you too much,” Jason says while knocking your heads lightly together. It makes you snort and you turn around with another sigh to face him.

“Corny ass,” you say. Jason shrugs.

“For you, yeah.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh at the smile that tugs at his lips. “When did we trade places?”

“Beats the hell outta me,” he steps in front of the nothing you’re staring at so you’ll stop avoiding his gaze. “Now talk.”

You track the bend of his mouth. The easy smile that’s only now - finally, after a year - becoming real and you fold faster than a snapped leg in an interrogation.

“The tracking scares me,” you let out in a rush.

He tenses, that grin disappears, and you want to swallow your words back.

“We can cut the tracker-”

“Nah that’s not what I meant. I don’t…mind it when it’s you. I know what you’re doing with the information, but…” you swallow, looking over then up at the door.

Out of the corner of your eye the thin line of his lips turns into a grimace and then a sneer.

“But Batman,” he grunts and you nod, humorless laugh falling past plush lips.

“Yeah, the fucking Batman - and I know you’ve got me and I’m not gonna harp on it cause I don’t wanna stimulate the little hate boner you’ve got for the man - but this is…a lot.”

Jason bites the inside of his cheek and you watch him stew over what you’ve just said. His forehead creases and his brows raise and his frown somehow gets deeper and then he inhales.

“It’s not too late for you to get out.”

His jaw clenches like he’s just tasted something unappealing but won’t admit it and you raise a brow.

“Huh. You know Signal said the same thing?”

It takes a beat before he can pry his mouth open.

“Did he?”

His voice is too soft like you’re about to tell him someone died and it makes your heart rattle.

“Yup,” you say, voice still hushed.

“And?”

You feel the exact second your gazes meet. Feel so intricately the way watercolor blue meets copper brown as if it was a physical thing. The domino over his eyes does nothing to mask that natural intensity.

A deep breath.

“And I’m in this until it blows up in my face, consequences be damned, if the Bat’s not willing to put in the effort then I will. We deserve that much.”

“The Alley does,” he concedes slowly, “but that doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice yourself for it.”

You’d thought you’d known longing before Jason Todd but watching him now you know with certainty the man wears it better than you ever could. A fitting but unflattering cloak. Effective in hiding against the moon and her subjects alike.

“Neither do you.”

He glances away. You can tell because your breaths get clearer. The rush of being known flushed from your system.

Jason laughs once, more a grunt than anything. “Let’s not get into that.”

“Fine,” you shrug. “I'm just saying though. I don’t have to do everything - and I’m not going to. That self sacrificing shit is your deal not mine - but I’m still a part of this. I’m straight, okay? I don’t need you getting me out.”

“Alright,” he hums and indicates the door with his chin. “Go inside, I'll meet you in a minute.”

You’re tired, you want to be done, so you were moving before he was even mid sentence. You’d come directly from work to the roof so-. Right. The roof. Your bed would have to wait for a couple more minutes.

You stop and turn back to face him. “What about city hall?”

He waves you off with a blithe movement.

“Eh, it’s not so time sensitive we can’t put it off for one day. Now go. I gotta contact my guys, but I’ll cook tonight.”

“Oh will you?” you joke, holding out your arms in surrender and making to back out of the stairway. You’re reaching around to grasp at the handle when he starts forward with a tiny stumble and gets a hold around your waist.

“Hold on. I - ah -” his licks his lips, “I wanna kiss you.”

“Oh,” you giggle, gaze flicking momentarily down to slick lips. “Sure.”

The both of you stall on what to do for a second. His grip is loose and your hands flutter between his face and shoulders - too scared to land and too eager to touch all at once. Eventually though Jason scoffs at himself and gives you an encouraging squeeze that has you melting, and it doesn’t seem all that challenging anymore.

You laugh into the kiss he gives you, settling on having one hand cupping his jaw and the other wrapped around his bicep. The momentum of your lips is smoother this go round. Your teeth still clink together but there’s no awkward stop-start to figure out how to angle your heads or not bump noses.

When you pull apart it’s genuine disappointment that tugs at your chest that you can’t meet his eyes.

“Bye,” he murmurs.

You shake your head. “In a minute...”

The urge for another shorter kiss has you meeting again and Jason’s hands pull you closer like he’s trying to push you into the gaps of his ribcage and his mouth moves against yours with the severity of a promise. This time when you seperate the tug seems harsher. You think he feels it too with the way his breath stutters but he recovers faster. Gets in an extra squeeze at your sides before letting go. You try not to make the disappointment that flares at that noticeable.

“Bye,” you say. It doesn’t matter that he’ll be crawling through your window in less than thirty minutes, you peck him on the lips one more time anyway before dropping your hands and disappearing out into the hall. “And tell Oyoung to give me back my damn mini. I know she took it; how’s she just gonna steal a whole taser like that?”

Jason’s snort at your words follows you into brighter lighting - more reminiscent of the moon’s cool unwavering roundness than the sun's sharp edges - and the short trek back to your apartment feels weightless.

End.NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Alt Paragraph: “Bye,” you say. It doesn’t matter that he’ll be crawling through your window in less than thirty minutes, you peck him on the lips one more time anyway before dropping your hands and disappearing out into the hall. “And tell Oyoung to give me back my damn curl enhancer. I know she took it; how’s she just gonna steal a whole jar?”

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

Slightly Rewritten - 6/30/24

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I am absolutely gonna double dip here with Cass in Absolute Power. Besides, that it took a secondary story to buy this Batman series again.

Was it worth the price?

So the secondary story "continues" the thread Absolute Power #2 was supposed to carry on. Namely, the Birds going after Green Arrow.

Which honestly, is an interesting thing as Cass/Ollie haven't fully interacted since um… 2009.

Instead, Batman #152 BoP story by series writer Kelly Thompson doesn't go this route. The intent feels more a piece showcasing the members. To get readers into the team, Cass, and Dinah.

Since next month and November.

That, and it explains the BoP being on Themyscira answering one given the events of the series' first arc (Birds of Prey #1-6 aka Megadeath go check it out!) the Birds rescued Sin on Themyscirca but ticked off all the Amazons as a result.

Thinking about it more, Dinah hasn't had this chance to process Green Arrow betraying the heroes and the emotional baggage of said BoP arc. So in that respect, the story is earned here, instead of feeling cheated that you have to read ANOTHER issue (Green Arrow #16).

Besides that, it does set up the BoP next arc pretty well (#14 next month) by doing this to make up for the actions of "Megadeath" arc by rescuing captured Amazons.

Not to mention explain the BoP (Cass, Zealot, Sin, and Barda) being in Absolute Power #3) while Dinah isn't. Again, off panel making up for the actions prior by defending the island.

The story here is pretty good character-wise. This story is all about Dinah and whatever will go on in Green Arrow #16 and showcases Dinah and the continued Sin/Megaera symbiotic relationship.

For Cass, there isn't much, but what we do have is her helping Zealot regain her steps given she lost her powers in Absolute Power #1 (even though she was the first to damage modified Amazo in #2 before it pulled a Metal Cooler healing sequence).

But hey it's Cass fighting, and man oh man the art by Mattia De Iulis is just-- STUNNING. We've all seen the Barda floating around and yeah that alone is worth the hype.

The details in the background, the fluidity of them sparring. Brief but oh SOOO good! 🤩🤩🤩

I just wonder why Cass put on mask and cape at the end portion though. Was this a Shōnen-type thing where she wanted to spar with Zealot with ALL her gear?

We'll go with that answer.

The sparring match is just a way to nicely showcase well how GOOD Cass is at fighting and even depowered Zealot is still deadly as heck.

I kind of wonder if we'll get more of this growing admiration in BoP or Batgirl? I guess we'll see.🤔

The other bit, (although minor) is when Dinah announces to the team she's going to find Ollie alone. Honestly, I get it.

Cass/Ollie aren't um.. bestest friends since 2009 is the last they met CANONICALLY and sending Cass to find Ollie might not be a smart move.

Though interestingly, Cass other than Sin refers to Dinah by her first name (unlike Barda/Zealot who go with her codename).

It is interesting to see this layer of Dinah/Cass back into DC again.

So yeah this little secondary story was a nice "appetizer" to get those who aren't reading Birds of Prey (or the upcoming Batgirl series) on board.

Not only that but it gives Dinah some much-needed characterization during this event with ALL that's gone on.

That said, I was kind of disappointed with Absolute Power #3 (at least in Barda's characterization of the issue). We just had an issue with her in BoP where she was possessed by evil.

Instead of Nightwing stopping her, I think this would've been a REAL good moment of Cass's only dialogue in the entire event stopping Barda, telling her to "trust Nightwing's judgment." THEN showcase Dick confronting Cyborg Jon.

Where we get the twofoldness of it lining up with what happened in BoP, Barda trusting Cass again, and everything lines up.

I just didn't like this moment in the issue (other than Waller's crazy OOC).

It just screams again why Batgirls #7-8 sucked bad, and again here Dick mogs the spotlight unnecessarily when it could've been more badass for him just waiting for Cyborg Jon to call him out instead of stopping Barda.

I know its me being nit picky, but hey if Cass is given one moment in the series. THAT SHOULD'VE been it. We get Cass with a gun that she never even uses in the attack. 😭

Still, we got more Dan Mora-drawn Cass. So it is a win no matter what. And man Mora carried the later sections. Just his art is SOOOO good.

So yeah Absolute Power #3 disappointed me a little, but the back section did make up for it. I do find it refreshing that next month this event just ends. For a "mega event," Absolute Power doesn't feel like wearing out its welcome like prior DC events to me.

It does make me want to go into that Super Son one-shot that's coming out next to see Jon recovering and hopefully find out what happened to Dreamer and well Green Arrow #16 for whatever Ollie be scheming.

If anything, we've got one issue left of this series and SO many plot threads. Like what's gonna happen to Failsafe (other than hopefully, the machine goes boom boom), the multiverse threat, and Waller's ultimate scheme?

Dangnabbit the series got me hooked. 😭 At the very least the event is WORKING.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #my thoughts

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androxys · 2 months

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Okay, I've watched the first two episodes of The Caped Crusader and am really enjoying everything that I'm seeing so far. It's obviously a send up to the Golden Age (which was a lot more dark and noir than I think people remember), from details like character designs to the general vibe of an early Batman.

One concern about telling stories with an early Batman, though, is the question of how to continue to show us characters we've known for decades, written by creators who have been making these stories for decades, without it feeling like something you've already seen before. That requires reinvention, and new twists on old characters! And I think an animated series like this is a good format for it.

I'm seeing some criticism for the show float around online, but I feel like a lot of the criticism I'm seeing so far tends to come from a place where people wanted this to be another BTAS. Which I suppose I get, since I also love BTAS. But this... isn't that. I feel like I took one look at it and saw "oh, Bruce Timm is trying something different." So lean into letting yourself see what's new.

All of this to say, so far I've been pleased! I've put a few specific details for Episodes 1-2 below the cut, so if you're strict about spoilers just move along.

I like this iteration of the Penguin. Bruce describes her as hiding in plain sight, and it's an interesting play on Oswald's typical need to be seen as powerful or be respected. I don't think that this isn't the case for Oswalda, but she seems to keep a cooler head and get farther for it. I'm hoping she comes back in later episodes, because I want to see her begin taking over organized crime as we continue on the traditional journey of old-fashioned organized crime (Rupert Thorne) give way to the costumed criminal.

I'm really fascinated by this Harvey Dent. Relentlessly campaigning for mayor and decidedly not the white knight figure we usually think of pre-acid Harvey being, I think his dynamic with Barbara and then Renee (in an episode penned by Rucka, of course) really pays off. Here is more of the ego that you may assume Penguin to have. He's obviously a bit of a ringleader among the many crooked cops of Gotham (which, I'm glad Bullock is. This is early Bullock. He sucks at first, then sucks but more ethically) and will continue to play off them as he tries to assume power.

I thought the aesthetics of this Clayface were really well done, and a good example of wondering how you keep old faces fresh. Once Basil Karlo's name was on screen, we knew Clayface was going to be the villain. And while some people would have been perfectly pleased with seeing the same mud-man plodding across the screen, I liked that they refreshed him and gave him a little more of a Phantom of the Opera feel! It leaned on his history as The Terror, and I think it worked out.

Barbara as a public defender is interesting. It lets her be in a position to try to help people, but I'm so incredibly biased and want her to always be a librarian when possible. I'm curious how her interest in justice will intersect with capes and cowls.

And oh, Renee. My beloved. I'm so glad you got back-ported into the Golden Age-ish-ness of it all. If Gordon is already in charge of the police, Batman needs someone to play off of who's making their way through corrupt Gotham City. I think Renee was a good choice for this, because we know enough about her to have some expectations, and then we'll be able to have those expectations subverted.

#dc comics #batman #caped crusader #chit chat

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mahou-furbies · 9 months

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Once again it is time for

This year's event will be hosted by mahou Zeldas, because I've been spending a lot of time in Hyrule this year.

Mahou anime of the year:

(Futari Wa Precure Splash Star, Yes! Precure 5, Yes! Precure 5 GoGo, Smile Precure!, Mahou Tsukai Precure!, Hirogaru Sky Precure!, Otona Precure, Tokyo Mew Mew New s2, Magical Destroyers, Zettai Bouei Leviathan, Petite Princess Yucie, season movies for Splash Star, Yes5, Yes5 GoGo, Smile & Delicious Party, Crossover movie for Fresh Precure!)

Then the stuff I read:

(Saint Tail, Stellar Witch Lips, Magical Girl Tsubame, W.i.t.c.h. reboot, Smile Precure novel, Null Magical Girl, Magia Record Scene Zero)

I also keep up with what kind of designs Magia Record releases though I don't play it or otherwise follow the story.

Extremely Precure year this time around though that was not intentional, usually I only manage one backlog season per year. But I started with Smile, and then we were hit with the news that we'd have a Yes5/Splash Star sequel in autumn, and in preparation for that I had to power through some 150 episodes for the original series. And then I somehow ended up watching all of Mahou Tsukai in less than 2 weeks. And then there was Otona as well of course.

Now there's only three backlog seasons left, and they should be doable in a year if the Mahou Tsukai sprint is of any indication, though we'll see how that goes. I'd like to take a look at other similar shows too (like Doremi and Sailor Moon) but I want to clear Precure first before moving to the next thing.

The W.i.t.c.h. reboot was also a thing this year, which seems to have come and went with a thud. Which is a shame because I was looking forward to it, but... well it wasn't particularly good. I guess it can pick up of there's more to the story.

For the first time I've followed a Magia Record (game) story, with Scene Zero. The format is difficult but I am interested, so it's possible I'll look into more MagiReco stories once Scene Zero is over. The game has so many cute characters so I'd certainly like to know more about them.

This year I also took part in ArtFight and did some mostly mahou themed OC art, which was a lot of fun. I'm looking forward to doing the same next year as well if they host the event again.

Now onto the awards!

Best henshin design goes to Cure Sky! Blue lead Cure aside this is a top tier magical girl design, and that is mostly thanks to the cape, especially the red inside and yellow fringe. It looks so majestic! But being a half-cape prevents her from looking too stuffy. The thin twintails also look great with the cape in action shots. And of course she is also stupidly cute.

Also a shoutout to Saint Tail's simple but very effective look with a rarely seen colour scheme.

Best team design goes to Stellar Witch Lips! Similar enough to be a team but everyone has their own take on the theme, black makes for a good base colour and the sparkly tops look amazing.

Best powerup design goes to Cure Felice's Alexandrite form! She looks so regal and powerful, truly a nature goddess!

Best civilian design goes to Cure Sky in general! I just like her practical style and the clothes look all comfy.

Best hair goes to Junia! It looks so soft and poofy and her pastel colour palette makes everything even cuter.

Best magical item goes to the tiara and amulets in Petite Princess Yucie! They aren't that special to be honest but I'm always ready for magical items that don't look like cheap plastic toys.

Best henshin scene goes to Cure Sky! A lot of dynamic animation, the tinted split screen at the end is fresh for Precure, the modulation in the middle amps up the power, the dark background makes everything a little bit cooler, and the cape flip and wings at the end just look amazing.

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Best fan creation goes to ArtFight in general! It was my first time participating, and getting to draw other people's ocs on a low threshold was great, and obviously receiving a ton of art of my own ocs felt amazing.

Best relationship goes to the group in Petite Princess Yucie! I really like how the side characters have distinct relationships with each other and not just the main character, and how not everyone gets along all the time (or most of the time with Glenda and Elmina). The fact that they're also rivals makes things more interesting and everything culminates successfully in the power of friendship in the end.

Best mascot goes to Saki's cat Korone! Not exactly a traditional Precure mascot but he does become more mascot-like towards the end. Absolute unit of a cat, gets a funny deep voice and even lands a hit on the final boss, and most importantly isn't annoying.

Best supporting character goes to Kintoleski from Splash Star! He's a pretty simple character but I like villains who are honourable and polite, and he managed to be consistently funny as well.

Best visual goes to Stellar Witch Lips! The story wasn't really anything to write home about but the ultra cute and sparkly art is just magical.

Best audio goes to Updradft Shining bgm! It's surprisingly epic for such an early series attack and it'd be cool if the franchise used music like this more.

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A honourable mention to Tsubasa's eagle sound effect in the Majestic Halation attack, Mabayu's (MagiReco) silly "nuwawawa" scream of pain in a decidedly serious scene, and every "Haa!" from Ha-chan.

Best scene goes to the separation and reunion scene from Mahou Tsukai Precure! Or I guess that's more like half of an episode. Really impressive how they spent so much time on pretty low-key character stuff like this.

Honourable mention to the big battle towards the end of Petite Princess Yucie.

The Innovation award is given to a magical girl work that I think does something fresh for the genre. This year it goes to Hirogaru Sky! Precure for having a boy Cure, an adult Cure and most importantly a non-pink lead Cure! Which isn't particularly notable for the genre as a whole but a gigantic achievement for this franchise. Hopefully it wasn't just a 20 year celebratory fluke and we'll see more variety in the future too.

The Golden Mana award is the prize given to one thing I didn't like.

This year it goes to the henshin forms in Otona Precure, or more specifically the way it did absolutely nothing about them. No adults-as-magical girls, no new looks as 14-year-olds, and not even a new powerup form for the final finisher. Boo! I'm not really saying that the show is required to include new forms just because I wanted it or because it's common in the genre, but that would definitely have made me a lot more forgiving of its many other flaws. And this is my list so I get to complain about my preferences.

Dishonourable mention to Nozomi's catchphrase in Yes5 and GoGo for exemplifying the selfish and pushy aspect of pink heroines like this that often goes uncriticised.

Best character goes to Cure Sky! In addition to the excellent character design she also has a fun personality, "earnest dumbass" is a great combo, and her determination is just great. I also like that she isn't super girly for once. The story of Hirogaru isn't that good so Sora too is held back from having a truly awesome story, but as a character she is still enjoyable enough.

Best work goes to Petite Princess Yucie! It has fun characters, great designs, good group dynamics, interesting world and a really strong ending. It's a shame they don't seem to do kids' anime like this nowadays?

Plans for 2024

Onwards to 2024! I swear this year I'm going to continue with MagiPro, I've been stuck at volume 7 for several years.

#blog stuff #annual wrap up #Youtube

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original-character-championship · 1 year

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Bracket C Round 1

Poll 4

Layren Atelie (@murrittimeswithscar) vs. Argus (@mojothemaltipoo)

135. Layren Atelie (@murrittimeswithscar)

he/him

hes like a mary sue but cooler. hes a ghost. hes in purgatory. hes actually alive. hes dying but not really. he lives in the forest and terrorizes travelers by roleplaying with them. hes scottish (?). the reason he does this is unknown. he's friends with the protagonist and she fucking hates him. he only exists to get on her nerves. he talks weird. hes out there so Watch Out.

a troll like from homestuck, he's read and wears a shirt that's white and puffy on one side and a black dess shirt-ish on the other. he has shades and a crown, as well as very short imp-ish horns and a black cape with a red pentagram on the back. his skin and hair is lighter than a regular troll and he has necrosis on his hands. also he has grey pants and red dress shoes.

136. Argus (@mojothemaltipoo)

He/They/It

Argus should win because they are not only peak blorbo material, but they have everything a good OC needs! Traumatic backstory? Check! Cool powers and abilities? Check! Appealing design? Check! Gay? Checkity-Check!

Argus is the ultimate bitch-boy, babygirl, blorbo, who needs no introduction! (Except, of course, when it does need an introduction.)

Make the right call, Tumblr citizens, and vote for Argus! The most blorbo of them all!

Argus is technically two beings in one, the first being a humanoid. The humanoid has red-ish brown, curly hair. He has black and gold armor and a black scarf. And his eyes are covered by a blindfold that can't come off.

The other being is a giant eye that follows the first around. the eye appears to be made of glass, but it is generally indestructible. Its pupil is black most of the time, but occasionally glows a pale blue. And it has five gold spikes that surround it. The spikes represent Argus' life span. When all five break, they die.

#oc championship #tournament poll #bracket c #round 1 #135 layren atelie #136 argus

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pbandjesse · 3 months

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I just got out of the shower after driving home from Jess's house. And that was one of the worst drives I have had in a very long time. The rain was so bad. I literally could not see and it was very scary. But I am safely home now and I still got a couple things I got to do before I go to sleep. But it was a good day.

I woke up early with anxiety again. Annoying but not horrible. When I got up I would get washed and dressed and I basically had everything together already. So I spend a few minutes playing with sweet pea and then checking on crab cake. It fed him and made sure that his tank was warm enough. We're somewhere between 80 and 85 mostly so we're doing pretty good. Now we got to work on the humidity. So keeping it nice and moist in there is going to be our next important step. I was actually like really early still so I packed a snack for myself of my naan and cucumbers thing I made yesterday. And let Jess know that I would be leaving soon but there was no rush and we could leave whenever when I got to her house.

It was like a super ridiculously easy drive. I listened to my podcast and enjoyed the day. It was humid outside but it was a lot cooler. The skies were gray and I wasn't sure if we would actually swim today but that was all right. I was just looking forward to being in a beach town and just seeing the ocean. That was fine with me and that's basically what happened.

I would get to dress this house right at 10:00 and she was eating cake standing at her front door waiting for me. I was very happy to see her and I gave her the hair clip I got her and we sat and talked about her hospital stay last week and she told me the whole story. It's a lot more dramatic when you hear it in person. And it was already dramatic. I really hope they can figure out a way to make her feel better but she seemed in so much better spirits today and the steroids she gave her really are giving her energy. Not making it easier for her to sleep but at least she's not just in bed all day. She's able to live life.

We would finished getting ourselves together there and get ready to leave around 10:30. It was another hour and a half to get to Cape May and it would be a really nice drive. It was gray but the rain had been pushed back until 6:00 and so we were like oh this is going to be excellent and maybe the rain will scare people away and it won't be as crowded. And so we were in a really good mood. And just talked the whole time. I told her all about the drama at camp and it was nice to get all of it out to an outside observer. She told me like even though we work in very different jobs with very different people It is amazing how incompetence will really ruin the party for everyone. And makes it incredibly difficult to do your job. And it was just good to feel validated in my concerns.

Once we got to Cape May just had a plan for us to park in the municipal lot that was free to use. And then we would walk the half mile to the heart of the beach town. That was fine with me but I always worry about her ankles because she gets to be in so much pain so quickly but she was actually really good today. Like she was obviously hurting at times, as was I, But like I felt like we were doing great. And it was nice enough that we both decided we didn't need to bring any of our stuff with us. We just had our little bags with the important bits and we each had a long shirt to wear over our tank tops. And we started walking.

We got to the pancake House and it was pretty busy but because it was only two of us they let us sit at the counter. So we got to sit right away. We both ordered grilled cheese sandwiches and eggs and french fries. We shared the french fries. And the waitress was very nice and everyone was loud but I was still having a very good time. And then all of a sudden the sky opened up and it was pouring right now so I just absolutely buckets. But thankfully we would luck out and it would stop before we left the restaurant. I did feel like it was pretty expensive for two grilled cheese sandwiches but it was good and it's the beach so I always expect everything to be more expensive so it's whatever. Plus we always split the cost of meals I pay for a meal then she pays for a meal and so on and so forth. It was not a huge deal in the end.

We relieve there and started walking around the little downtown. The shops were a little bit too much money for us and while I enjoyed looking around there really wasn't anything I was probably going to buy. I don't need or want anything. I did end up getting one enamel pin of a turtle. And later we would go into a little antique mall and I found a golden heart spoon. It was not an antique but I liked it and those were my two purchases for the day. Just would get a very cute little ceramic boat that says Cape May on the back. And I felt bad because her tote bag was getting very full very fast between the half grilled cheese sandwich she still had and both of our little bags of chips that they gave us. I didn't really want the chips but she took them anyway so she carried them and that was fine but I still felt bad.

We would wonder around the town but there was just a lot of people. While the rain might have kept them away from the beach it did not keep them away from shopping. So we tried to get away from that by walking on the cement path near the beach. This was a pay beach and it was $10 a person per day. That's way too much in my opinion. especially cuz we're not going swimming. If we were going to spend the day at the beach on the beach with our little chair and everything like sure I could understand paying that but not if we were just going to go in touch the ocean and leave. So we just stayed on the top and watched people and birds and went into a couple places. I wanted to do a call machine but none of them spoke to me and it was very loud in there. We didn't even do the photo booth it was so loud. And then we decided to walk to West garage.

This was a place that just had seen on TikTok and it took us a while to get over there. It was cute just watching all the different buildings and I love beach style housing and all of the little gingerbread details. The flowers were beautiful. It wasn't too hot but it was humid. I was comfortable but I would get too warm at times and once we got to the place I was really excited for air conditioning.

And it was comfortable but it wasn't particularly cool. I enjoyed walking around and looking at stuff but it wasn't like a real antiqua It was more like a sort of old stuff vintage mass produced sort of place. Which is fine but I always hate when you go places in every store has the same chachkis because they're all buying from the same wholesalers. I find it very frustrating because that's not what I'm here for. I still enjoyed it though and we saw some cool stuff. I was just enjoying hanging out with Jess and being silly and talking and looking at it things.

We would leave there and walk down the street to an actual antique store. We went into two different ones. And we buy much. Like I said I just got my one spoon but I enjoyed looking around and it's always fun seeing things that you recognize from your childhood or from your grandma's house. And it was just a really nice day. I was having a really good time.

The sun had finally come out though and so we were like we should go to the lighthouse now because that is the state park and the beach is free down there. And then we can walk around and touch the ocean and accomplish our goal of the day.

But just had another goal as well before we did that which was to get ice cream. We already looked in a few places but none of them were speaking to her. I don't love ice cream that much so I wasn't as concerned but I want her to be able to have the things that she wants! So I have a head on a swivel and I was able to find us an adorable ice cream shop. That had questionable food safety. I saw one of the teenagers drop an ice cream cone into her arm and then still serve it to a guest. Kind of crazy. But we ordered the smallest ice cream amount possible and they were like oh a kids cone. And they gave us like three scoops of ice cream each and it was way too much. Jess got lavender honey and I got strawberry cheesecake. And they were very nice. And we ate those as we walked back to the car.

It was much warmer by then and I was very excited to be sitting for a bit but also I was just so thirsty and the ice cream was good and I was cooler because of it I really wanted water and I had stupidly forgotten my water bottle today. So I only had my soda cup and while it had stayed pretty cool in the car it was not the same as drinking water.

And then we drove over to the lighthouse and it was great. I had such a good time.

From the distance and we would park and walk the beach for a while. The sand was really nice. Not too hot probably because it had been rained on. The ocean was beautiful and there was a haze to everything. It was just awesome. I love that. Wasn't a ton of very good shells but I had brought my new little seashell bag with me and I had my sandals in it so I can walk around barefoot and unencumbered. I would put some of the few shells and rocks I found in there but mostly I was just enjoying being silly with Jess. We sat in the sand and I fell over backwards and was absolutely covered and she said that I look like a cinnamon pretzel which I'm going to take as a compliment. And we took pictures and we touched the water and we looked at the world war II bunker that was on that beach which I did not know was there and I thought was a very cool. We chased a little crab and we saw birds and we just talked about how much we like watching the water and it was great. The water wasn't very very cold so we probably wouldn't even gone swimming if we had been there all day. It was just really nice to walk around even though Jesse's feet hurt from the Sharp shells because she is the princess from the princess and the pea. And she said they were a thousand tiny shells stuck to the bum for me which is just what sand is but she was fine once we went rinsed her feet off.

I got us off the beach and we had to walk over to the tickets where you could rinse your feet off but it was farther than just thought And so she took a really long time to get over there. I would run to the car to get us towels so that we can put our shoes back on and I switched into Birkenstocks which I'm really glad I brought because I think putting my strappy sandals on top of my sandy feet would have been very painful. But we cleaned off after another family finished. And then we went and filled up our water bottles before we left.

On our drive out Charlotte texted me and James that one of their rescue cats that her and Cate had gotten had very unexpectedly died on Friday. And I read it out loud and cried and just cried too and we were supposed to so sad for her. I would be absolutely devastated and I know someday I will be once we be dies but nobody wants to find that so randomly, you won't warning. I think I got a little emotional because she also said that she loves both of us and Charlotte doesn't say that. She never says anything like that and I think it just really hit me because so often I still have the feeling that she doesn't like me so it's nice to see it even if it wasn't a moment of sadness for her. I feel awful I really hope that she's okay tonight.

Me and Jessica one more stop before we went back to her house. We had a very fancy dinner plan.

We went to a place called The Port. And this voice is nice. We sat outside on their dock, Which is the majority of the restaurant. It looks like they have it inside space but I think they only needs it in the winter time. And it was beautiful. I got them to open up an umbrella for us so that we wouldn't have to sit in the sun potentially get sunburned. And everyone was so pretty and nice. I was also over hearing some gossip because apparently someone was not very nice and they come all the time and I think they're a vlogger or something. But everyone was nice to us.

We already look at the menu because we both have so many weird food things. I was very excited for the whipped honey feta and it's a burrata peach and tomato salad I was going to get. Jess would get oysters, ceviche, and a sushi roll. She said that the sushi rollwas probably unnecessary, And she had enough food with just two things but do the oysters even really count?? She loves them so much. And she said these ones were very good. The honey feta was outrageously good. The burrata salad was not exactly what I was expecting. It was more chopped up than I was anticipating. I thought it was going to be the ball on some arugula with slices of peaches and tomato. It was more diced peaches and tiny tomatoes and green tomatoes. And cucumbers. And some other things. And it was good but it was a little bit much and I would take half of it home. But I was having a great time. The food was beautiful everything was so nice. Even the bathroom was adorable. It was a really good choice and I will absolutely go back there again next time I'm in Cape May.

I'm glad that we went. And we discussed coming back and finding a B&B to stay in or something. Spend a whole weekend there maybe.

It was time to go home though. Our ETA to arrive back at Jess's house was 7:30. And that was good because then I would get home around 9:00 which is later than I wanted but not too bad. So then we were off and it was a really good drive. No traffic really. Nobody acted stupid. The sky was a little scary as storms were going to be coming in soon but we didn't have to deal with much at all and that was great. My phone was dying but I had brought a charger box and it wasn't working and it was really frustrated. So I just tried to not stare at my phone but that was very difficult. I was tired and I just wanted to scroll mindlessly. But instead we talked about the green clouds and how strangers were Jess ended up living. How it's right next to the town where I spend so much time dating a really terrible person. And how so many places are the same there and so many are different. We even pass the street thar he lived on. It's weird how life is. Just bringing us together and intersecting our lives. I'm really glad that we found each other in all of that.

When we got back to her house she had peppers and a vintage matches holder for me. The sky had started turning a little green and it was making me nervous. So I filled up my water and used her bathroom and just as I'm getting ready to go the sky absolutely opens up and it is pouring. Like outrageous. Worse than this morning. Worse than I've seen in a long time but I was like okay it'll probably pass quickly and I can get out of here safely. So even though I did not have my umbrella. I gave Jess a big hug goodbye and I ran outside to the car and was just drenched. Thankfully I had moved my beach towel to the front seat. Was able to dry myself and the inside of the car off before I left.

I texted James to let them know my ETA was about 9:00 and then I very slowly drove out of her neighborhood. And that would basically be how the entire drive was. Very slow. I could not see anything. It was horrible. I was going down the interstate going 25 miles an hour with my flashers on. I was with like two other cars and most people were sitting on the sides of the roads waiting for it to pass but it was not passing. It was raining like that for almost 45 minutes. It was terrifying. And there were people that weren't having their lights on and I was flashing at them and thankfully they got the message but man they could have killed somebody. It was awful. My poor car was screaming at me that it couldn't see and then I was like girl me too I cannot see anything and this is awful. I was just trying very hard to be safe but I wanted to get home so badly.

About 25 minutes before I got home the rain mostly stopped. And I had a pretty quiet ride back because my phone stopped connecting to the car. I still was able to get the GPS up on my phone screen but it was not ideal. Thankfully I was able to get home in one piece, only 15 minutes later I had originally thought.

I did have to circle around the block and park a little far away because I couldn't find a spot because everyone is parked weird today. Like they left weird amounts of spaces So I couldn't fit anywhere. But James was sitting outside waiting for me and I was very happy to see them.

Brandon's over because they're going to watch House of the dragon. And it was really good to see him too. I gave hugs to everybody. I checked on crab cake whose tanks seem to dry so I added more water. But it was warm enough. And hug sweetp for a bit. And then went to go take a shower.

I was sitting on the floor in our bedroom now. Enjoying the air conditioning. I got to go through this pile of clean clothing to figure out what I'm bringing to camp and what I'm wearing tomorrow. And then I'm going to go to sleep because tomorrow I have to go back to camp. Honestly not thrilled. I'm very anxious. That the schedule is going to be completely different for me and it's going to be awful again like last week was for everybody else. I just hope that they solved something. My plan is to sleep there tomorrow. Maybe not Tuesday maybe not Wednesday. I don't know yet. We'll see how I feel. But hopefully it is fine. And I have a good week. I'm a little nervous about the project but I think it will be okay in the end. I really hope that you all have a really good night. And have a beautiful day. Sleep well my friends.

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kachikirby · 1 year

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For the drabble thingy: the word is "ocean" and the ship is Metaccine!

Thank you for your ask!! I'll try not to make this too long.

Seaside Date

When Fettuccine said she wanted Meta to take a break from the main base of the Meta-Knights at Orange Ocean, he didn’t think it would involve him being dragged out to the location he was at now. More specifically, it was roughly on the same island, thankfully in a secluded area, but he was still questioning why he was brought here.

“Fetty, is there a reason we’re here?” He asked as she tossed out various items that she had been carrying. A parasol, towels, floaties, and a cooler. Fettuccine let out a giggle.

“We’re on a date!” She replied as if that’s all he needed to hear.

“Huh… shouldn’t we go outside for that?” The knight asked.

“We are outside.” She smiled.

“I meant somewhere other than here. IF you want to go to the beach, there’s better beaches we can go to…”

“Yes, but you can relax more easily here.” Fettuccine replied, her smile softening and it dawned upon Meta why she did this.

“I see… you really think of everything, don’t you?”

“Hey, I wasn’t called a child prodigy for nothing!” She giggled. While it was common of her to giggle around Meta, it always made his heart flutter. Awkwardly, he removed his mask, perching it atop his head as he tilted his head slightly.

“But what exactly are we going to do here?”

“Well, what do you think?” She asked.

“…well, we can’t swim because you’re not wearing a swimsuit.”

Fettuccine only grinned, then, to Meta’s surprise, her clothes quickly shapeshifted into a bikini and a pair of sunglasses.

“You were saying?” She asked playfully.

The knight was silent, seemingly stunned by the action with his face a deep red.

“What’s wrong? Are you stunned because of how good I look?” Fettuccine uttered, giggling.

“Yes.”

The blunt reply took any wind out of her sails, turning her entire body pink and leaving her with a stunned expression. Meta himself chuckled and removed his armor and cape, taking out a pair of sunglasses from his subspace.

“Well, come on, then, Fetty.” He smiled, seemingly causing her to be reengergized.

“I’ll race you to the water, Metty!” She hopped to her feet and ran… only to be beaten by the knight, who had an innocent look on his face as she noticed the bat-like appendages that were previously on his back be drawn back into his body via magic.

“Metty! You cheated! You used your wings!!” She jokingly whined, already making a beeline for him in the water.

“It’s not cheating if you use everything at your disposal.” He said with a slightly cocky smirk. One that Fettuccine knew she was weak against.

“Mettyyyyyyy! That’s not fairrrr!!” She shouted, practically springing at him and pulling him into a tight hug in the water, surprising the blue puff.

“F-Fetty?!”

SPLASH

After a brief moment, the two broke the surface of the water, Meta being held tightly by Fettuccine.

“Heh heh! Guess you didn’t expect that, did you?” The Limet woman said proudly as she saw her lover’s stunned expression, which turned into a small, yet gentle smile.

“Not at all.” He uttered.

Fettuccine smiled back and hugged him more tightly as she laid back, allowing herself to float on the water.

“My silly bat…” She uttered lovingly, kissing the top of his head.

“My little bunny…” The knight replied back, knowing exactly what she meant by those words.

For the rest of the day, the happy couple enjoyed a relaxing day on the beach.

#it came from the magic box #meta knight #fettuccine kirby #metaccine #drabble #sorry it took a bit of time #wholesome

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abuddyforeveryseason · 6 months

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This is the Buddy for March 25th. It's Surfing Buddy.

Everyone knows our friend the Silver Surfer. That's a fun character, and a Jack Kirby creation on top of that. It seems like Silver Surfer was a character close to Jack's heart, and a beloved design all around.

Kirby tried to reinvent the character with no success a few times, too.

First, with Orion, of the New Gods, and his astral-glider thing. That's an interesting character, and I quite like his mode of transportation gizmo, but he was never that popular. In fact, he turned out to be something of an appendix in the DC universe. His father, Darkseid, is this big powerful villain who can trash Superman around, but Orion himself is there in the corner, despite all the prophecies that say he'll be the one to beat Darkseid. It's like if Luke Skywalker ended up being a forgotten character and we saw the final battle between Darth Vader and Lando Calrissian.

Then, there was the Black Racer. Everything about that character screams badass. An avatar of death, a Vietnam war vet trapped in a coma, coming out to collect souls, a superhero grim reaper. But, the design, woof. One of the worst, if not the worst, designs Jack Kirby ever did. Red and blue tights, a yellow collared cape, and a cartoonish knight's helmet. If that wasn't bad enough, he's got flying skis.

I know the norse goddess Skädi would use skis, so that might've been an inspiration, but skiing will never be as badass as surfing, I'm sorry. And it doesn't really match a character that's supposed to represent the ultimate fear.

DC comics have tried its hardest to make the Black Racer look cooler. He's supposed to be an important character on par with Darkseid himself, but he's always felt like a cut-rate Silver surfer. They tried making his skiing poles look like scythes, make his costume all black, turned the skis into alien looking animal paws...

A lot of people who don't know better assume the Black Racer wasn't created by the same guy who created Silver Surfer. It does look like a ripoff, after all.

There were some other Silver Surfer-ish characters in Kirby's later work, in Captain Victory and Phantom Force, but those are way too obscure to be remembered.

#ab4es #drawing #surfing #surf #silver surfer #comic book #marvel #dc #new gods #fantastic four #orion #darkseid #black racer #captain victory #phandom force

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morphogenetic · 9 months

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Mediaposting 2023, #54: Last Window: The Secret of Cape West

generally speaking i think this was a better/more interesting game than hotel dusk itself, purely because its way more of a character study about kyle himself and that tracks way more than the mystery behind hotel dusk. i've generally found that mysteries where the protagonist is barely relevant to the mystery at all are not particularly interesting, so cape west actually being solidly about kyle makes it way more engaging.

that said, it's still not particularly good - i wouldn't call it bad in any way, and i think it's short enough to still be worth it. like to me its a 6.5/10, not bad but not worth replaying, but for someone else i definitely see how it could be higher. it's just not very fun to play after a certain point, especially with its extremely repetitive gameplay loop and the majority of the reveals happening in the last third of the game. just like its predecessor it really suffers from the pacing being ass, even though the pacing sucks in an entirely different way than it did in hotel dusk itself.

it really did just keep running into the problem where most of the parts of the murder mystery just feel way too obvious instead of WOAAAAAAH cool reveals. like i called everything about dylan as soon as I saw his room, it didnt feel like i was putting things together as much as I was being handed pieces of paper with all the clues. (ALSO WILL IS NOT FORESHADOWED ENOUGH HE EXISTS FOR LIKE TWO CHAPTERS BEFORE YOU LEARN HIS DEAL INSTEAD OF GETTING INTRO'D IN CH2 OR 3 RAAAAAAAAAH)

anyway. my main disappointment with hotel dusk/last window is that they both have the key pieces to be interesting, but their flow and information delivery are just...not well paced. which is really a bad excuse for two games that are barely 15 hours long each....sighs. you could have been something!! and then!! you weren't!!!! lies on the ground.

ngl this doesn't make me super intrigued by the another code remake but who knows. i just dont really trust cing's small body of work to be super interesting any more :/

still like kyle though he doesnt really stand out as a protag to me. still a fun one just not a super interesting one, though last window went a long way in making me give a shit. idk though would have been cooler if this had been involved in hotel dusk too LOL

#mediaposting #(one more of these coming up before the new year hits LOL)#(also sorry if you saw this in the tag im not tagging it on purpose. but. you know how tumbl search is.)#junpei.txt

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imperiuswrecked · 1 year

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Do you have any thoughts on Namorita in 616 being an au transplant when the og Namorita could be brought back at any time now because she’s a mutant?

They don’t need to bring her back I guess. But it doesn’t really seem like Namora would be okay with leaving her daughter dead if she had another option (even if she did get an au replacement daughter)

And they could easily be distinguished if they did bring her back. The currently dead one is cooler and angrier and bluer

I honestly think that Marvel forgot that 616 Nita is dead and her Past Timeline counterpart was never sent back to her own time so they just treat her as og Nita whenever she pops up. Maybe if that canceled New New Warriors books came out we could have gotten more information about this but most likely not because Nita isn't super popular except among New Warriors and Sub-Mariner fans.

Namora literally has never seen her Past Timeline daughter even once, so if they sent Past Nita back today then it wouldn't make a single difference to Namora because she hasn't interacted with her. Neither has Namor, and like it sucks because the Past Nita could have stirred up some plot drama, Namor's guilt over Nita's death, Namora's guilt over not being their for her daughter, etc. they could have made it interesting but instead everything is always ignored. I do think it's ooc for Namora to not try every avenue available to her to try and bring her daughter back to life. I would actually like that to be a point of conflict between her and Namor, with Namor wanting Nita to rest in peace because he's seen what happens when the dead come back, and Namora not accepting her daughter's death and going through some dark paths to bring her back.

I do think if Nita came back it wouldn't be so hard, but I would like there to be actual comics that deal with her coming back because her death had a huge impact on Namor especially, who saw her a little sister, so if they just brought her back (with Krakoa pods or magic or whatever) and didn't address this then that would be terrible imo. Death in cape comics is treated so cheaply these days so I have low hopes for Nita ever coming back or if she did then for Marvel to care enough to focus on her death. Marvel just doesn't care about side Sub-Mariner characters enough to put any effort into them, they can hardly put the in the effort for Namor.

If Nita did come back however I would def want her to be in her Kymaera form because it's more visually striking and sets her apart from looking too similar to Namora.

#namorita #nita prentiss #namor #namora #new warriors #imp answers

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Frosty Ruins Captain Britain And The Mighty Defenders

Before I even dive into this comic Just from looking at the cover I have complaints about it. #1 I can already tell this is going to be a socjus all female reimagining of a previous collection of franchises and #2 I have no idea who most of the characters on the cover are. I recognize She-Hulk and I'm aware loosely of the female version of Black Panther but the vaguely Spider-Man looking one I've never seen before, the costume looks horrible. The costume looks like a metaphor for the character...it looks like someone skinned Spider-Man and then wore his skinsuit like a cape and a hood. Which sounds a lot cooler than it looks. Then there is an ethnically ambiguous browinish woman who could be arab, spanish, black or Indian in the middle that looks like she's from Assassin's Creed if the assassin's wore hoodies and sweatpants. She's carrying a glowing weapon I can't tell if it's supposed to be a lightsaber like weapon or a metal sword. I don't know who she is supposed to be but I can tell from looking at this that there is no Captain Britain on the cover of this Captain Britain comic. None of the characters even look like a female version of the character. And then we have Iron Man without the man part. This is going to be fucking terrible isn't it.

The comic begins with the premise that the multiverse was destroyed and all the heroes you've been reading about for generations all failed so here's some new ones. It's not enough to rewrite and remake everything, they have to also blow up the universe and kill everything else and reduce all past work and all past heroes to dead failures.

The first story begins by trying to tear down the Tony Stark character, it begins with him giving away his suit to a guy I've never heard of and who doesn't get much of an introduction at all. Tony then goes on to say he didn't really create the iron man suit and that he deserves to die without it and how the world doesn't need him...for some reason that's not talked about.

Then we skip ahead 10 years Tony is dead and this completely unknown character he gave his suit to is giving some flowery speech about how he used the suit to solve all of the worlds problems. They seem to be criticizing Tony for developing weapons like the Iron Man suit to protect people...but don't explain how this new character uses his suit...which is still a weapon to do anything different they just vaguely say he used it to defend the world from hate, want and fear...unlike Tony who...didn't? And by doing...something...that's definitely not the same thing Tony did he's essentially eliminated poverty, crime, inequality and cured every disease for free! And is now ready to go to other planets too. Oh and they made a self sustaining metropolis to end climate change...because even when the writers are magically solving all the worlds problems...we still need to upheave society to save the world from weather. Oh but guess what that was a dream and Dr Doom actually rules the universe like a god king and a tyrant. Which makes this dream sequence even fucking dumber, the writers in a dream within a fantasy science fiction comic book...still has global warming being a thing. That should tell you everything you need to know about the mindset of these doomsayers.

So then we get introduced to She-Hulk who is one of Dr Dooms "Thors". Which from context they seem to have made Thor into a kind of green lantern corps kind of thing, which is weird and stupid. They talk about how each sector has their own Thor. She Hulk is carrying around a "gavel of thor" and does enforcing of Dr Doom's laws which include punishing people for heresy against Doom. Oh and she calls it a gavel because her muscles are the real hammer, yeah strap in for cringe. So they essentially stuffed three different characters into She Hulk, she's the Hulk, she's also Thor and also she's a green lantern. And she's doing the bidding of Doom... So she's a villain? I have no idea what the fuck is going on it's only been a few pages and this plot is already convoluted and nonsensical. Even for a comic this is fucking retarded.

Then we meet the spiderman character who seems to be wearing the Prowler costume underneath a spider cape and hood, they call him Spider Hero which sounds super fucking stupid...but then he corrects She Hulk and says Spider-Man but then the character introduction box at the bottom calls him Spider Hero as well. So great inttroduction everyone you had one job to do, tell us who this stupid new character is and you failed. I read your introduction and still don't know what this gay new hero is called.

Then this stupid new spider-man/hero says this dumbass line "If I had Spider sense it would be tingling" lmao what the fuck kind of line is that, if you dont have spider sense why would you know what it is? and why would he phrase it the way the original spider-man that doesn't exist anymore did. They even go on to say he has no idea what spider sense is. This line is a logical and metaphysical impossibility. You cannot discuss a concept you have no conception of and they did it for a cheap nod at the character whose corpse they are desecrating.

I feel like I'm walking everyone step by step through this story but I can't read more than a sentence or two in this piece of shit comic without it being astoundingly dumb. The very next line is she Hulk complaining about trigger hapy fascists...but moments ago they claimed there was no crime? And she had just threatened a man for speaking heresy against her master Doom... and she’s calling other people fascists?

Now we meet the new Iron Man who's not a man...and they call her...get this "Kid Rescue". lmfao holy shit... comics in general have some ridiculous names...but even for comics these names are so bad. These are the dumbest names out of a collection of dumb names. This character isn’t even a succesor to Iron Man either she’s a succesor to a succesor who we only met a few pages ago. These writers can't be serious, this is a joke right nobody actually earnestly thought this was good, they can't have.

Okay here's the best part...the woman who looked like she was from Assassin's Creed is a female muslim doctor...and she's the new Captain Britain. Oh my fuck, no way. They made Captain Britain...the big buff english dude who wore a union jack costume to represent the patriotic british version of Captain America...is now a muslim woman in a hijab. Oh and also Britain doesn't even exist in this world either...lmfao. There is no way to possibly have screwed up the character anymore. It's as unfaithful and bad as it can be which makes me think there's no way it wasn't intentional. There is no part of me that believes for a second that this comic was made in earnest. It was made to be politically inflammatory, it was made to piss off the fans they expect to buy it. They probably had the press release where they called fans racist, sexist xenophobes typed up before this comic was even written. So yeah Britain... the English nation here is your fantasy story...Britain was wiped out and doesn't exist...and now your new hero is a muslim woman...and not even a muslim woman who takes up the Captain Britain mantle...she'll just wear her plain white hijab.

This is one of the worst comics I've ever read, and with lines like "hello everybody look at all my guns" it only gets worse and worse the longer you read it and the more you think about it. At one point Captian islam starts speaking like yoda for no reason at all. "I've got healing powers, I can take him apart, get the bullet out save him I can."

The anti-gun stuff is so weird from some of these people. I hate guns but I'll fight with a sword...both will kill someone what's the fucking difference. It's easy to be anti-gun when you have magical powers. Yeah sure when everyone can shoot lasers out of their hands or blow up building by punching them...then when can get rid of guns how about that?

The premise then becomes this team of heroes who has lived under Doom for what we assume is their whole lives is now teaming up to fight him out of nowhere...because a strange foreigner showed up and said Doom isn’t really a god. And then instead of fighting doom, they fight another city state that’s rebelling against Doom for some reason. None of this makes any sense, toddlers could have come up with a more coherent storyline, and they’d probably tell it better too.

And the comic ends with them introducing this character that seems to be a blend of ripoffs between robo cop, judge dredd and the punisher. Especially Judge Dredd, they have him in a Dredd like helmet, working in a mega city one type city working with a psychic partner...if Disney didn't own everything then someone would be able to sue for plagiarism. This was without a doubt one of the worst comics I've ever read. It reads not only like it was written by a retard...not only like it was written by a child but by a retarded child who is a political idealogue. It's propaganda written by retarded children for absolutely nobody because there is no audience for this. It's like it was written for regressively left women who hate comic books...a hell of an audience to try to sell comic books to. To typical comic book fans it's an affront to everything they enjoy...it's the desecration and defacement of the things they love. To political opponents it's an idiotic, hamfisted screed with no coherent point. To people who agree with the writers politically...it's a poorly written comic with a terrible premise and an even worse plot...which is probably why this only has two issues. This was cancerously bad on all levels, it has absolutely no redeeming qualities...the art style...it could be worse I guess. That's the closest I have to a positive comment about this comic.

This reads like a comic that's not real but is something that someone like Steven Crowder wrote as a joke to mock how bad comics have gotten. It reads like a satire of modern comics but it just isn't it's just that horrible. If I were grading this like an elemntary school teacher this is what I would write at the bottom of this comic in red pen...

F- see me after class you clearly didn't read the assignment instructions

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Pastor Mary Dodges the Mosquito Fire

Mary Davison, who completed the Triple Crown a few years back and at 81 has been chipping away at the American Discovery Trail, is truly a force of nature. Pastor Mary, as she is known on the trail, started long distance hiking late in life and hasn't stopped. In our anthology of PCT stories published as Crossing Paths: A Pacific Crest Trailside Reader (Mountaineers, 2022) we included a contribution from Pastor Mary based upon some of her first experiences hiking on the PCT in southern Washington. That glimpse into Pastor Mary on the trail is both humorous and inspiring.

This is an article that appeared in SF Gate back in late September.

Mary Davison in the Tushar Mountains of southern Utah, part of Fishlake National Forest. (Bob Palin)

Amanda Bartlett, SFGATE

When Mary Davison smelled smoke as she approached Palisades Tahoe on the American Discovery Trail earlier this month, she instantly knew something was wrong.

The 81-year-old hiker had already logged at least 4,000 miles on the westbound route of the nation’s only coast-to-coast trail, which stretches from Cape Henlopen State Park, Delaware, to Point Reyes National Seashore in California. Davison kicked off her journey in 2015, and has been working to complete the trail in 300- to 400-mile sections twice a year since then. She had hoped to finish the final leg of her trek in Nevada before heading to California, when her friend and travel companion, Kathy, texted her.

“I think there’s a fire in Foresthill,” the message read.

Sure enough, it was the Mosquito Fire, which had consumed more than 41,000 acres at the time and was rapidly spreading north, causing the United States Forest Service to issue a closure order that shut down a large portion of the trail until the end of the year, as Hiking America first reported. As of Thursday, the fire has burned 76,539 acres with 60% containment and is California's largest of the year.

Davison was the only American Discovery Trail hiker immediately affected by the blaze, Bob Palin, Utah trail coordinator for the American Discovery Trail Society, told SFGATE. She had no choice but to turn around as the fire raged about 45 miles away and a thick layer of smoke shrouded the hills around her. Even so, she said the circumstances could have been much worse.

“If it hadn’t been for the heat wave, I would have already been down [on Foresthill road],” she told SFGATE by phone, noting that she had adjusted her route so she would be closer to Washoe Lake, where the temperatures were slightly cooler. She would have met up with Kathy at Robinson Flat, which turned out to be in the evacuation zone. “If I was coming there after three days of backpacking, and I had no food and water, and a fire separating me from everything, I wouldn’t have been able to get out.”

In spite of the mounting obstacles further derailing Davison’s trip — her travel companion’s van where she sometimes sleeps also recently broke down when they were driving through Truckee — she feels fortunate.

Trees burn during the Mosquito Fire on Sept. 14, 2022, in Foresthill. The Mosquito Fire has become California's largest wildfire of the year. (Eric Thayer/Getty Images)

A retired pastor, physical therapist and grandmother of 10 who grew up in Puyallup, Washington, Davison always loved the outdoors — a passion that began when she became a Girl Scout in fifth grade.

“The rest of my life was immaterial and irrelevant to me,” she said, chuckling. “I just wanted to go to Girl Scout camp again.”

As an adult, Davison became a member of the Mountaineers and learned how to climb snow glaciers, eventually conquering Mount Saint Helena and Mount Baker. From there, she went on backpacking trips and day hikes just about whenever she could, but it wasn’t until she was 60 years old that she decided to pursue long distance hiking.

“When I retired, I picked a number out of the air. I thought 400 miles sounded like a good hike, so I could make the trek but go home and have the rest of my lunch, too,” she said.

Since then, she’s earned the Triple Crown of Hiking for traversing the entirety of the Appalachian Trail, the Pacific Crest Trail, and the Continental Divide Trail, chronicling her expedition in two books — “Old Lady on the Trail” and “Aren’t You Afraid?” (It's a question she’s asked rather frequently, be it about bears or other dangers a hiker might encounter on the trails.)

She isn’t — and still hopes to check the American Discovery Trail off her list.

“When you see that you’ve ticked off states as they go, and you only have two left, you think, I ought to be able to do that,” Davison said. “I’m probably only going to get 150 miles this year, and that means if I want to finish next year they would have to be longer hikes than I would have anticipated.”

But ultimately, the decision she made to turn back was an invaluable one, and she hopes other hikers heed that advice, too.

“You do have to be flexible on long trails because things can happen. We all know the West has been burning, and if you’re on any long trail, you have to take into account there’s going to be a fire,” she said. “You have to make the call if you value your life.”

Davison acknowledged that there can be a pressure for thru-hikers to complete a trail from start to finish without stopping. But learning to pursue longer hikes later in life taught her to be patient with herself — she hikes 13 miles a day, sometimes less for elevation gains, and makes sure to limit the weight of her backpack to 20 pounds or less.

“You have to know what you can do with the age that you are and the physical condition that you have. I have two knee and shoulder replacements, but I can still do stuff. I can’t do it fast, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do them,” she said. “You have to arrange your hiking plans to fit your ability.”

At this point, Davison is uncertain whether she’ll be able to finish the trail at all, or how long the journey ahead of her could be. Trail coordinator Palin helped her find an alternative form of transportation to Utah so she could attempt to continue her hike from there while the van underwent repairs, but floods and mudslides from the recent downpour upended those plans, too. Fortunately, she was able to meet up with Kathy and the van again, and their next course of action is to drive to Baker, Nevada, and see if she can venture west from Cave Lake State Park.

“I’m an upbeat person so I’ll deal with whatever I have to deal with. I didn’t come by that easily,” Davison said. “There’s things in life you can’t change. … I can’t make the fire not happen. Sometimes, it’s a matter of realizing you’re not in control of the world. It’s about enjoying the time you have.”

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