Steve Ditko, Amazing Spider-Man Annual 2 Source
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Giant-Size Gwen Stacy #1 by Christos Gage and Todd Nauck
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Re Crimemaster: I think it helps(for me, anyway) that they're early in their careers as characters. He's an experienced crook. Meanwhile one is a teenager who is still learning the ropes of being a hero. The other is a former career desk jockey who used to hit the gym sometimes and doesn't know the extent of his abilities yet.
I was actually looking forward to him when he employed some classic mob tactics like car bombs and cryptically threatening phone calls to get control of the criminal underworld, but him fighting Spider-Man and Green Goblin face-to-face and being a genuine threat?
Still too much for me, haha.
The nerve-gas trick helped, but he just needed a little somethin' more to spice him up. Maybe if he had an extra powerful gun or something.
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Hotel Fenton
Red Hood stared at the building that seemingly appeared out of nowhere in Crime Alley. Below his mask his eye twitched at the very elaborated and very bright shining and blinking sign on the buildings wall spelling out 'HOTEL FENTON' though it looked like the word 'HOTEL' had only been added recently. The building in itself was also strange. Red Hood was pretty sure no one would actually willingly step into a building like that.
"Are you seriously expecting to investigate this shit?" He muttered into the coms, knowing perfectly well that his brothers were watching through the integrated helm camera.
"Yep. You lost the draw." Nightwing sang from the other end of the com line. Red Hood was going to glitter bomb his Appartement later. He grumbled something inaudible once more before taking another step towards that strange building. But froze before he even set his foot completely on the ground.
A scream echoed through the building. His hand instantly went to the gun buy his side. Then a crash. Wide eyed Red Hood watched how a chair came sailing out of one destroyed window. More shouting followed now clearer. Someone was complaining loudly and...
He took a step back from the building as fire sprouted out of the broken window but before he could even tell his siblings to send back up the fire got extinguished by a sudden block of ice growing out of the window. Red Hood blinked, muttering a half hearted "Did you guys see that too..." Into his coms before the slam of the entrance door to the Building caught his attention and he came face to face with a little girl that had obviously slammed the door she was leaning against.
They stared at each other for a moment before the girl dusted herself off and grinned.
"Hi! Welcome to Hotel Fenton the place to stay for Ghosts, Shades, Undead and More! We are a little preoccupied with a some of our current guests but I am sure there is still an open place for a fellow undead and halfa in the making!"
Red Hood's eyes narrowed under his mask but before he could ask anything, a fucking man that had vague similarities to Bruce crashed through the wall cool-aid way with a good damn Talon in his arms that was obviously trying to gnaw on the arm holding it, a second man followed close behind floating and shouting vehemently that "JACK THAT IS NOT PLAY FIGHTING YOU DUMBASS! IT'S TRYING TO MAIM YOU!"
There was only one thought went through Red Hoods head at that moment, his sibling perfectly echoed over the coms.
"What the fuck?"
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I stumbled across an old GQ article about House MD, and the actors' headcanons of what happened to their characters after the series ended are even more unhinged than the wildest crackfics on AO3.
PLEASE, fanfic authors, I'm begging you... someone write the President Gregory House / Dominatrix Martha Masters scenario that Hugh Laurie and Amber Tamblyn dreamed up. Or any of the other plots mentioned below. Or somehow cram all of them into the same epic post-canon fic.
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I like to think how at some point Ciel relearns to embrace physical affection rather than run away from it, especially with Sebastian, to the point of it becoming his second nature.
An encouraging hand casually lying on his shoulder or back. A brush of lips to his temple while serving him tea. A grounding weight of Sebastian's body, ordered to sit idly on his master's lap much to ever busy butler's slight annoyance.
Basically Ciel going from "is it really necessary for him to touch me all the time??" to "it's nice, it calms me down, I shall probably just order him to do it from now on."
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“Sebastian doesn’t have any character development!” “Sebastian hates Ciel, he’s just his meal!” "He doesn't care - "
Yeah ok then explain this:
Chapter 4
Chapter 114
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