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some Dan Panosian pinups and covers
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dailycowperson · 8 months
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The Cowperson of the Day is: Carter Slade from Ghost Rider (2007)!
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bakenoah687 · 5 months
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Just Ghost Riders sketches I did during my art block
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sleepe-extrovert · 2 months
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Fire Old man <3
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marvelousmrm · 23 days
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Ghost Rider #50 (Fleisher/Perlin, Nov 1980). Ghost Rider goes back in time to saddle up with the Night Rider.
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goglicious · 2 years
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I couldn’t help it.
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Next chapter of my Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider AOS spin-off fic is out! Take a read and enjoy! Let me know what y’all think of the story so far, I’d love to hear.
Chapter summary: Hamilton Slade continues exploring the underground ruins of San Venganza. As he starts to understand what happened to the supposedly cursed lost city, he realizes that he's messing with forces that he's wholly unprepared for. In the meantime, a shocking reveal is made about Kenshiro Cochrane, and Leo Fitz has an unexpected encounter...
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The White Dove Pt 21 - Titans
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“That was stupid,” you groaned lowly as you forced yourself up off of the ground. Shouts and pleas to stop aimed at the military went unheard. And between the growing pelt of freezing rain and snow building up the worst winter storm that had nearly the entire coastline moving South West a mind numbing roar split the air. Sound of an otherworldly motorcycle turning around to be back at your side rippled back to your focus in the clear of the almost blinding ringing in your ears let you know you were coming off the other end of that blast. That and the putrid waves of the scent of melting Kevlar the whipping wind funneled around your body thanks to weak spots in barriers you had just moments to summon to protect your flimsy armor against this other worldy war.
Only the press and military were stupid enough to stay in town for this. Ghidorah, a Hydra by another name, was brewing this storm and making its way straight for the city. One EMP was what you used to stop the military onslaught on the wrong Titans to give them a shot. Godzilla, the myth, the legend, fake to so many was rearing back ready to take on the ships and planes your bees latched onto the systems overriding the controls to do as you required.
You needed him to focus, and once on your feet every soldier and member of press turned their heads when you let out an inhumanly loud scream. Over a mile out to sea you had been racing on one of your glowing pathways until Ghidorah blasted you back to shore out of the way of Godzilla, his only match. Ghidorah not being one of the Titans but of an alien race come to Earth a millennia ago he wanted control and you were not about to give it to him. Worldwide other Titans had broken free and if Godzilla fell would destroy the planet. And when your scream ended the King himself was staring down at you.
“What’s the plan Chickadee?” Carter asked when Banshee arrived at your side in all his flaming glory with Johnny Blaze beside him as Venom was wrangling Stark and the Avengers out of the way.
“Aim for the wings, don’t touch the heads. Bring the bastard down.” Both Ghost Riders rode at your side made the silent Godzilla turn away from the stunned military to chase your glimmering sprinting path. War Machine struggled to keep aloft in the center of the storm from Ghidorah and had to land on a nearby carrier ship as it got too strong leaving just the Hulk out to assist your ragtag crew.
Hulk thankfully followed your order to bound around and distract the heads while with Eir-Gram in hand you leapt off your platform to leap at its right wing. Loudly with immense pain to the spreading slice of the wing severing from the scaly body Ghidorah roared in pain with barely a break for breath to ready for the flaming chains and shotgun blasts taking out the other wing. A sitting duck was what you wanted and just what would help your massive helpers. Just for a moment the world went dark when the barbed tail for the far right head swept back and flung you out over the sea.
Gentle pulses and flaps of wings stirred a flutter of your lids to find yourself atop Mothra’s back a few minutes later having been caught mid air by her. Fresh off of taking out the breeding pair who had damaged a few cities in Nevada another ally of Godzilla’s had caught you and was flying you back within reach. “Aim for the legs!” You shouted directing the Riders who were calmed that there was another ally in sight who had hold of their tiny glowing buddy.
As many cities as you could send them to in time, with help by Sorcerers, along the coast barriers had been set up to try and curb damage, though this one would be hard to repair at window damage alone each time the barriers flickered to direct blasts from the once conscious Rhodan.
“Aim for the chest,” you softly pled to Godzilla, now with his ridge of spines down his back pulsating in a blue-ish glow, while he tried to keep hold of the three headed beast who refused to go down. “Mothra, aim for the back,” gently on top of her back you patted your hand receiving a trilling screech for an answer before your running leap into the air. Hard and fast your body slammed into a barrier you created to catch you of exploding vines that shot themselves through Ghidorah’s legs trapping it to help you get out of the way of the blast on the rising vines. “Come on, work,” you muttered and in a blue flash of the death blast by Godzilla off the ground you were hurtled for a laughable twelfth time.
“Happy Birthday,” Garbled and low, like being trapped in a tunnel, a memory of your last birthday in Sweden with your parents was replaced by trilling sounds and jostles of your body. Slowly your eyes were able to blink open to find yourself at the foot of the Statue of Liberty with Mothra looking down at you now elated in a full body wiggle as your eyes and hair lit up in response to her gentle sea foam colored glow in tries to share her healing powers.
“Sister,” Venom said turning your head to find him at a distance due to Godzilla’s head that rose up more from the shore out of its intense stare at your tiny self they found floating in the ocean. Breakfast bars were tossed from Venom to you, snacks that as you ate the giant duo felt calmed even more as you regained your strength. Now without the storm depleted due to the floating corpse of Ghidorah washing farther out to sea noise of both Riders echoed faintly in their goal to grant you space from the press and military to recover and slink away.
And just as soon as they had surfaced both alongside the other Titans were back to their chosen dwellings once they had shared thanks through their King for the aid of you and your friends. The slide of metal cut the sound of the still breaking waves while you finished off the final bar to see Eir-Gram surfacing on its own from the ocean, into which you had been hurled and assumed to have lost it inside of by the distant masses who last saw that on the live feed now fixed upon the Riders. Determined beyond belief it would not abandon its chosen warrior and hopped itself into your boot in Venom’s settle at your side to pat your body in a way as if uncertain you were real.
“I can’t feel my legs,” you said to Venom and Eddie with tears streaming down the sides your mask out of your eyes to the searing pain you still felt. “I wish I couldn’t feel the rest of me.”
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First task to calm your pain once helped out of your singed outer layers to reveal the beyond cripled armor they stripped off of you Eddie and Venom’s gaze scoured over bright yellow various pools of what only felt to be magma, thanks to that Ghidorah blast you took head on, all across your body.
Just sitting there the only thing you could think was to drain the pools. So in groups your bees would land on each to inject their stingers underneath your skin to soak up the liquid you had to line a jar with layers of your bee made metal and Vibranium you had to choose risking blacking out from exhaustion to create something you hoped would hold the substance.
Carefully the bees would transfer the substance like pure sunlight into the jar that seemed to be holding inside your bee made metal layer so far. Pain as the pools shrank did not cease however.
Sudden leaves snapping off of your Asgardian flowers lured Venom out of Eddie to lift and sniff them and recognizing the scent from his time linked to a Kree he ground them into a tea for you to drink to relieve the injuries helping you to heal.
Healing and walking were two different things though, during any time upright your head throbbed and pain as if you were being zapped all over again. So up against a couple pillows reclined on your bed you caved in and watched clips your friends had sent you. No one expected to see children back in school so soon after the all clear was given to return to the city, so you were taking a week of excused time being stuck in bed trapped in a cycle near to death.
“All I’m saying is, we know how Banner became the Hulk. What the hell happened to her?” Anchor 1 spoke.
Anchor 2 chimed in agreeably to Anchor 3 scoffing, “For Rhodan! She whipped a chain around its leg and,” the three men winced at the footage of you whipping the magma spewing scaly eagle hard onto its back in the icy waters with enough force to knock it out leaving it floating lifelessly for pretty much the rest of the showdown with Godzilla. “She slammed it into the water knocking it out. How heavy is that thing, and how much force would that take? Even Hulk could barely tackle any over let alone make them wobble.”
Anchor 3, “Look, I don’t know where she got her, we’ll call them powers, from. The real question is, how did she talk to them?”
Anchor 1, “Touch manipulation? Maybe she took over Mothra’s mind used it to link to Godzilla’s.”
Anchor 2, “They spent four hours just watching her lay on the ground at Lady Liberty’s feet. Bit more than just powers. Other soldiers helped them, the Avengers helped them, same as Venom and those flaming skeleton guys, but they weren’t going to leave until she woke up and ate.”
“Please tell me you’re writing something better than this?” you asked Eddie making him chuckle from the kitchen, readying a snack as he mentally drafted his next paragraph. “I didn’t even do that much,” you said flinching to the replay of your glow expanding to near footage burning levels when you got hit by that beam signaling their talk on your healing powers.
In his throat Eddie chuckled and switched the channel to Looney Tunes causing you to look up at him. “I am. Got an exclusive with Misique and everything on what all these creatures were saying and thinking.”
“All I did was distract and help aim them the right way or we’d still be hacking heads right now. I knew you just had to hack everything but the head and go for the heart.”
Sweetly as he settled on the floor beside your lounge he kissed your bared shoulder not willing to sit beside you for a painful jostle of the still healing nerve endings along your spine that surged unimaginable pain throughout your body. “That three headed beastie burrowed itself on our planet and we helped tear it apart, and every city that was damaged now has new plant growth. Not to mention, I got you a Doctor’s note. Bought you another week off, said you dislocated your hip and you’re on bed rest.”
“How did you get me a Doctor’s note?” you asked with a smirk.
“Riot’s Mate is a Doctor. Said he’d help us out, knows you need it. Dropped it off this morning and Morita is relaying the news to your Coach.” He said smiling at you simply soaking up this moment that you survived.
“How’d I dislocate my hip?”
“Found a hole,” he said making you giggle, “In the evac, you found a hole and took a hard fall. Nothing unbelievable or hard to remember.”
“There were tons of holes the Titans made.”
“Thousands. All over the place.” He joked and reached out to smooth his hand across your still slightly feverish forehead.
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“What do we know Fury? What is this video online from Misique of some supposed history of the Titans?” A hologram displayed man amongst the council overseeing the protection of the world SHIELD answered to asked within the video chat.
“This is a history straight from the Titans,” Fury said confidently making everyone in the room look at him then to the stunned Council.
A laugh from another of the men in the video chat cut in, “You cannot believe that.”
Fury, “I know for a fact Misique has said explosives give off sound frequencies, as proven by the OWLS our soldiers have been using the past year,” and a scoff had Fury use the screen on his left to tap the clip of Misque screaming to halt Godzilla. “We analyzed the frequencies, her scream tapped into the same frequency as one of his roars.”
The projected council woman on the chat said, “I do not understand.”
Fury said, “Meaning, she can talk to them, understand them. Everyone is talking about how she was able to control them, she wasn’t. Misique is strong like them, speaks like them, hell she even gives off a glow like them when using a slew of her powers. They treat her like a tiny Titan and they took on Ghidorah together. Rhodan was under the influence of Ghidorah’s voice after he woke all the other Titans, so she knocks him out and they’re all cool when he comes to later. She talked to them, and if you don’t believe me, 1938 Chickadee,”
The first man scoffed, “You are not bringing up Howard Stark’s ghost story!” Making Tony Stark look the council and Fury over intently until Fury brought up the case file and few long distance shots taken of the mushroom cloud along with before pictures of the event center.
Fury, “This event center was rigged to blow the whole state and Chickadee set off a forest bomb and laid a barrier around that patch of land.” Eyes rolled and a map was brought up next showing Titan resting spots and pathways underground silencing them as he pointed at where the event center was, “Right next to one of the exit tunnels of the Titans. 1938, she knew if that blew up these Titans would wake up. Godzilla woke up when we started splitting atoms to recreate what she did.” More images of the cave paintings of the Titans popped up, “All of these have the same people, these, cowering in fear, and this one,” he said gesturing to a lone person apparently unafraid nearer to the Titans. “I am betting you it’s the person who can talk to them. They are here to keep the balance of this planet, Ghidorah invaded the planet and messed with the balance, she is here to make sure we stay out of their way.”
“She launched an EMP at our forces!” Man 2 argued.
“And she screamed at Godzilla showing she could talk to them and their friend was there, Venom helped to keep Iron Man and War Machine from shooting at the wrong targets and when she woke up, they talked as she ate, making sure she was recovering and then they left to go back to sleep again.”
“We cannot just trust the word of this criminal. We cannot just take this video as fact, no one in SHIELD can manage to get a single interview or conversation with this woman we cannot trust anything she says!”
Tony tilted his head to the side, “I disagree.” Luring eyes to him, “Her motivation is a mystery but she doesn’t lie. Talked to her myself on that Ravager ship, ID on the man who flew off checked out.”
The woman chimed in, “But you’ve tried to kill each other for years.”
Tony said, “Don’t like her work, doesn’t make her a liar.”
Fury gestured to Stark, “See! Besides, a single blast from Ghidorah melted one of our battle ships burning off the fuel before it could even explode, Misique got blasted and she was back up within seven minutes later. Tell me exactly how you intend to interrogate her, or bring her in to do so?” The footage of the blast replayed making all the Avengers flinch at the sight that was painful enough to watch.
The woman said, “Either way, we certainly aren’t going to be allowing her free reign now we know who she can wake up with a loud enough scream.” Making Fury turn around, shaking his head while his hand slipped into his pocket to bring out his phone to see if Morita had any word yet on their favorite teen who was quite unaccounted for amongst the known evacuated groups.
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Sweet sixteen didn’t cross your mind until a reminder from your bees signaled an appointment that urged you out of bed. Coated with bruises on the back of Eddie’s bike you remained as he lowered the kickstand and swung his leg over the front to stand and turn to take hold of your torso and hips guiding you off to your feet. “I really should be fine,” you sighed and he pressed his lips to your forehead. Knowing how nervous you had been prior to Titan blasts on claiming victory over the task that lay ahead.
“I know,” he said releasing you to watch you remove the helmet that was buckled to the backrest of the bike. Uniformed soldiers on patrol of this small lot stole their own glances your way with one urging a subtle nod to the green bruise visible on your back and side until the hem of your sweater was brushed down again to lay over your thighs. Jeans and tall socks with tall lace up boots were there to help keep pressure on your sore legs and ankles while the vest you had on would help the same for your ribs. A jacket was out of the question as you had enough trouble rotating your right shoulder as it was.
“Where are you going?” The closest soldier closest when you both stepped onto the curb.
“DMV,” you said and Johnny Blaze turned his head, approaching as he stated, “She’s with me, borrowing my car for the road test.”
“Ah, good luck then,” the soldier said with another glance at the Porsche you were borrowing for the test that had you look up at Johnny who smirked back at you.
“You said you can drive stick.” Offering you the key you palmed.
“I thought you meant like an old dented something,” letting out a disbelieving giggle, “Not loaning me a Porsche.”
“I got a ’63 Ferrari if that would be better,” he joked.
“No,” you answered and turned to head inside with the pair. At the door Eddie opened you said to Johnny, “Thank you.”
“Hey, you and Carter have been there for me, it’s just been sitting in my garage.”
Flatly the woman at the front desk looked you over asking, “What are you here for?”
“Driver’s license, I have an appointment,” you answered.
“You’ll need your birth certificate or proof of citizenship and two forms of ID, proof of instruction course completion, registration and other information on the car being used today. Complete this form and take this number slip.” The two spare sheets were added to your palm and you stepped aside to the counter along the wall where you brought a pen out of your purse to fill in the information with Johnny at your side ignoring comments from others to help with the part on his car. Against the wall, thankful for the crowds you stood not wanting to sit down to avoid having to get up again, just leaving that for the test. The wait didn’t take long at all and your number was called to summon you up at the front desk to confirm your identity while an officer to the side stood waiting to escort you to the parking lot to show you the proper area they had the cars gather for testing.
Usually they would just give the directions. However in a post Titans New York the military had cracked down causing strict curfews and mandatory check ins on the way to places and then again on the way home, now an officer had to ride around the building with those up for tests to confirm that was what they were there for. There was no room for error and unable to help it the officer with you chuckled at the car you led the way to, “Please tell me this is Johnny Blaze’s car.”
Up at him you flashed a curious grin, “It is. He’s a friend of a friend I met in Texas, another friend who said I could borrow theirs is still with family out of town. Johnny had a spare car he offered when he heard my dilemma.” Again he chuckled and lowered in as you did, though without the searing pain and masking grin to hide that fact, stealing a glance at the bag with your papers you settled onto the backseat.
Buckled in, a quick check of your mirrors came during the mental share from your bees on the layout of the car features to know what to hit for various things you turned the key and pulled out of the space. Between scattered people and a blocked off road to the back of the building you drove to remain in line where the officer left you under watch of a pair of soldiers to head inside so he could escort the next person in line.
Curbing your anxiety to the tune of the music your silver glittery nails tapped, not the best job but better than the scuffed and torn off nails you had after the battle. A tiny task that helped to at least boost your confidence that you didn’t look as bad as you felt, buzzes muffled inside your bag from your phone that one of your bees linked to so you could know who it was.
Each of your friends were set to explore in the newest take on a choose your own adventure escape room in town and when you were done you would meet them over there to start up a very interesting sweet sixteen. Floor by floor through a twelve story building groups were led up on wheeled trolleys for full on holographic encounters in each area and then as a group you had to choose where you were headed until either you left freed or having been cast to a plummeting death to ride down the elevator of shame and not be able to shop inside the secret gift shop available to those who were successful.
Out of the car in front of you a tester climbed and closed their door to turn and watch the car drive back around to park in the front lot again once the red sheet of test completion was laid across the passenger dash to warn officers on the other side of their purpose in the lot. Off the wheel your fingers flinched in a quick wave and you ensured the door was unlocked for the man to climb inside after having noted details on the car. “Registration?”
“Ooh, yes,” you said easing from under your thigh that and the insurance along with the testing slip to the man who nodded and made note on his own note sheet for all the information.
“And this is a manual?”
“Yes,” you answered and he made note of that for when you would take your hand off the wheel.
“Alright, when you are ready shift into gear and follow the cones to the street course.” Straight ahead you kept your focus on the test at hand following the directions and road laws to a T. Back at the lot you pulled in and were let back into the testing area to complete the parallel parking section and then pulled out of the coned area to loop around to where you had started again inside your testing lane beside a second with the next student in line. “Very good, usually when kids bring in sports cars they forget they are in a road test.”
“Well I’m just borrowing it for today,” you said with a weak chuckle gaining a grin from the man who laid the testing complete sheet on top of the dash and handed you his testing results.
“Just head back in and up to the desk by the computers and they will help you complete the process and get your picture and all that bit.”
“Thank you,” you said as he opened the car door to climb out.
“Mhmm, have a nice birthday.” And with that the door was closed and he was off to the next car freeing you to drive back around to park on the still empty spot. There you stole the chance to let out an excited but restricted squeak to not egg on the steady pulses of pain inside your body from the position the seat forced you to maintain to go haywire and have you in tears from that instead.
Off the backseat your bees pulled your bag into reach for you and with all the sheets and the one on the dash you gathered your things to head back inside the building. A single show of the red sheet later you were allowed to the line near to the computers where you tried to not anxiously stare at the men waiting excitedly for you. Your trio commented on their own experiences with this day in the past that kept them amused while you all had to be there, picture, paperwork and a confirmation that you were emancipated all came before a printout of the card that would come in the mail. A temporary display of the right to drive bikes or most four wheeled vehicles was folded and pocketed, and that had Eddie bottling up his excitement until you got outside and there was room and a smaller amount of people to see his gentle hug.
“So would you like your present now or later?” Johnny asked you causing you to narrow your eyes and him to smile wider.
“Now,” you said reluctantly, “Remember I told you not to buy me a-,”
“Car,” he said and nodded, “I bought you a car,” making you roll your eyes then giggle at his ease of a Hot Wheels copy of one of his race cars you took hold of. “It is red, so insurance will charge you more,” he teased.
And Carter picked up saying, “Made sure he didn’t get the convertible top, know those might not bode well against intruders or very large pets,” making you giggle again. “My gift’s in the trunk.”
“Thank you, true,” you said in his chuckle, “I will cherish it forever.”
“I know you will, now let’s get you to your party. Really want to see this place.” To your vehicles you went, him to his car and Eddie helped you on first and climbed on after, lifting the bike upright to fire it up and make the near half hour drive to Manhattan. Right into the media firestorm that caught on where Johnny was headed that would have you visible at least for Morita and others as back in town celebrating your birthday. And out of the trunk a hat box produced on Carter’s palm had you grin in accepting the new bolero hat he helped to line up over your curls to spare your sore shoulder. Warmly he chuckled to your grateful side hug on the way over to the group waiting for you so the fun could begin. Though Isaiah and his grandson merely sent along well wishes as they were still amongst the hundreds still migrating across vast blockaded airports to return from family out in the South.
Harry Osborn in the mix smirked in seeing you there, “Surprised I got an invite.”
“You better not risk my trip to the gift shop at the end of this,” you said gaining a scoff from him in return as he joined you to close the distance between you and your friends already waiting by the door who lit up seeing you.
“I will have you know I am incredible in situations like this. I won’t let you down, and if you like sushi on me after this.”
“Don’t really eat sushi, only eat three types of fish really, no shellfish or filter feeders at all either. If you haven’t noticed.”
“Huh,” he said, “I just thought you were so enthralled with my conversation you forgot to eat.”
Eddie chortled to your giggle, and he said, “Pluto never forgets to eat.” Painful tight hugs later you tolerated and right for the fun you went to load up the cart that would carry your group beyond the point to get off and onto the adventure.
Johnny Blaze buying you a car however had to be the most amusing joke you could tell your concerned teachers and coaches who wanted to know how you were doing as well as the other students known to be injured. Another couple days you were watching and stretching only to be safe and not injure yourself further by bothering with this week’s performance at the game you’d be sitting out.
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Second semester of your Junior year had kicked off, same as the second half of your first year at Columbia. And while you had news of your acceptance the year prior it seemed a majority of your friends had been granted early acceptance to their own Ivy League educations that would have your Senior year be drastically different than your first two. Plans for the prom night for Seniors however would be a big sort of sendoff bash for everyone in your group into the upcoming unknown when each of you seemed to be off on your own paths.
Winter to Spring and still the military guard remained in place with little to show in means of progress for capturing your agitating self or putting an end completely on crime. A final snow was falling for the season as the bodies of the soldiers who came into your path out of common sightings of you this time of night, with flashes of their flashlights into your face wordlessly unlike others you were allowed past them to keep on schedule. Road blocks to encourage passes of military vehicles on patrol halfway to the subway stop needed to get you home had you avoid the usual climb over buildings due to the bodies following you as they had since you got off work at the candle shop.
Elatedly in Mandarin the woman behind the counter of the Chinese eatery greeted you and shared the drama of the day while you used one of the lotus tipped pen from the cup offered to circle your order. Bantering back your own share as she handed off the order sheet to her grandson who rushed it to the kitchen while you paid. A call from the kitchen however had her muttering and signaling you to take a seat at one of the tables in the empty half of the eatery where you settled your books on the table to sit down and lay your satchel on top of your lap.
Across from you in their appearance your eyes shifted from Steve Rogers to Clint Barton, the latter looking less confident in the tap of his fingers on the back of the chair he had been nudged to as Steve gave you a confident grin.
“That’s a great deal of food for someone your size.” The Super Soldier said making Clint lift a hand to wipe it across his face as you blinked up at the former.
“Fair warning since the 40’s there are over a minimum hundred psychological studies on the effects of comments upon food intake levels with adolescent females and eating disorders. You could be damaging my entire internal self image and relationship with food right now and just pass by whistling a jaunty tune my new mental hell.” With a smile you thanked the woman who brought you a massive drink in a reusable bamboo bottle shaped as a psyduck holding a champagne bottle over its head that through the reusable color changing straw you added in his moment of silence and took a sip with eyes fixed on his.
Clint reached over pulling the printout from Steve’s back pocket with a clear of his own throat he extended it out allowing it to rest flat in your view, “What do you know about this, is what he’s slamming into a wall trying to aim at.”
The copy of the article with a picture of you as Chickadee in Bucky’s arms had you look up as you set down your cup, swallowing your mouthful, “Oh you mean the record that I went back in time just to go dancing with Bucky Barnes then blew myself up?” Clint grinned in a glance away.
“This is you, same necklace, hair, hell you’re wearing the same jacket!” Steve said gesturing at you not phasing you at all.
“I don’t have a time machine,” you said making him huff. “My necklace and these rings have been passed down my line since the Viking Age.” His lips parted and you cut him off, “I was separated from my parents when I was six and haven’t seen or heard from them since. It is possible to be related. But even if I had the answer for this it won’t help you find Bucky now, you’re on the wrong continent to do that.”
His finger tapped the table, “You saw him, he’s alive, you know something!”
“I know, you’re, on, the, wrong, continent.” You said emphasizing each word parting his lips again.
“He’s my best friend, I am bringing him home, and you are going to tell me-,” His voice broke off as you looked to Clint saying in Russian.
“I’m sorry is there another language I can say this in for him to understand what I’m saying?”
Clint with a chuckle failed to restrain the grin that split across his lips in a shake of his head, “No, he’s a bit rusty in the head and his social skills.” He answered in English making Steve scoff at the topic being changed.
“Clint!” Steve said.
“She said he’s in Russia, Steve. Hasn’t been there in over a year he’s clearly moved on since she did.”
“I can tell you where I bought my coat, if that would help, bought it second hand.” Steve’s brow arched up and you said, “Probably won’t, but you did make a fuss about the coat.” He huffed and you said, “There’s over 70 thousand soldiers from WWII who are still unaccounted for, perhaps you can find some solace in your search for those families while you uncover the footprints of a dead man.”
“1945 this woman pops up again, blows Hitler up five days after Bucky was recorded as dead!” That had your eyes narrow causing Clint to subtly tuck his lower lip in to wet it to keep from biting it at the sheer perplexity in your gaze up at the Super Soldier.
“Hitler died by cyanide inside his bunker with his family.” You replied plainly.
And that had him scoff at you, “Oh please, who else set off that mushroom cloud inside his center of war operations then simply vanished on the wind? And then Misique who has the same powers as her just happens to show up a few months before a clone of his pops up to torment the city? All we know she runs into you and gave you those so Misique wouldn’t get caught with them.” Steve looked at Clint saying, “Make her talk, she likes you, make her tell you.” He didn’t see the switch of immediate pain across your face and aversion of your now pinking eyes to keep from crying at the blatant statement of him assuming these most precious heirlooms weren’t yours.
“She told us what she knows, handed over the pictures to you when she didn’t have to,” Steve was going to argue and Clint said, “She didn’t have to! She could have kept it to herself but she told you! We checked all the leads, she can’t go back to Russia Steve! She’s a kid and you can’t be pushing this on her!”
Smiling up at the woman and teen who delivered your food the hot bags, once you shouldered your bag, were rested in one arm and other your other with your books and drink you thanked them and made for the door, glad for the instant reason to leave, urging Clint around Steve to open the door for you. “Need a ride? I can call a car.”
You shook your head,” I got it, you got your hands full.” Nodding to Steve, “Look in Russia, take Black Widow with you, you need a ghost to find a ghost.”
Steve looked at Clint who muttered, “Nat’s got a past there. Maybe her intel has come back yet.”
Steve scoffed turning back to the tower muttering to himself, “Didn’t know better I’d say Nat never wants him to turn up. Maybe Fury has cleared a flight to Russia finally.”
Back onto the streets to the corner you strolled, pretending to not feel your heart had just been scalded by his words urging your thoughts on anything but him or what he said and mentally retracing the various breeds of toxic birds you knew of to help keep your face calm. Soon enough to come into view of smirking soldiers who took in the additional weight to your load.
The one at the corner having heard comments from the other soldiers behind him glanced from you to the line of armored jeeps still filing down the streets and in catching an open space into the road he stepped after having moved the wooden gate. Enough you could fit through and with hand extended guided you down into the snowy street and walked with you halfway across the street. A whistle from him had the one on the other side move his gate so that when you were seen it was moved enabling a quick trot of yours across the other half of the street they let you onto the curb.
Both openings when the second returned to his post were closed in time for the next round of jeeps to pass by with soldiers on top of them brushing more of the gathering snow on top of their helmet and bodies away to try and keep the cold from building up to counter the temperature dropping. In the sound of another hour passing by means of a bell on the bank clock that warned soldiers ahead of you who would have to note down the number of people who passed through the subway entrance and odd faces out at that time of night. A familiar face to them, that on rare occasions they seemed concerned about when absent and asked where you had been the next time they had seen you like others on their usual path where acquaintances had been building up to make their guard shifts through winter more pleasant.
A smooth ride on the train was made upright leaning against one of the support walls of a bench seat, you stood to not have to get down and up again later. And beyond that was another checkpoint a grin to the soldier noting the name linked to telling curls and purple eyes. His hand extended to open the gate to let you to the stairs that he turned to steal a glance at the impossibly light footed cat like trot up the stairs with snowflakes washing on the growing breeze down the steps from the street above.
“Hey Jimmy Jam,” you said to the older soldier there to swap shifts at the checkpoint blocking you from your home while the process was carried over to let the new guard start their shift. “Following his usual pattern of trading nicknames with those he recognized as if to warn of trouble if they refused to share in the supposed fun banter.
Lowly he chuckled signing his name on the handheld the duo swapped to act as a sort of timecard for the task of guards they also used to flag people who required being questioned. “Good thing snow should be over next week. Up to the 60’s,” he chuckled.
And with a giggle you said, “I grew up in Sweden and Russia, this isn’t so bad,” and when the former guard hurried off for something warm to drink the barrier was moved to allow you and others on the street past.
Right to Eddie’s door you walked and with your boot knocked on the door as his neighbor was locking his door on his way to his night shift who smirked hearing through the closed door, “Come back with a warrant.”
“I have wonton soup,” you answered back and the door opened just moments later.
“Fine, you can search the place just stay out of the towel closet, no matter what you hear,” he teased with a grin to the now chuckling neighbor and closed the door behind you as you passed him by to get inside.
“Now I know just where to start.” You replied with a giggle. To the table you went and set everything down as he fetched his own drink and some plates and silverware while you unbuttoned and removed your jacket he took to hang up by the door. “So, I got ambushed by Cap and Hawkeye, who are apparently being lazy on finding Bucky.”
“Thought they were best friends, been months since you told Rogers Barnes was alive. How hard is it to just go to Russia and find him?”
“Not hard at all, easiest way would be to send Natasha, they’d snatch her up in a moment and with a tracker they could find him easy.” You said unloading the bags after scooting the food to the side.
“That would be too easy,” he smirked settling in across from you, “First, got my article finished.”
“Ooh, let’s hear it,” you said widening his grin. Setting off the start of the pattern where you would give feedback on his articles and he would then help be a sounding board for one of your papers or assignments. This article to be the first of one that would not at least mention how Misique was growing in power in this shift of image as Mother Nature’s Revenger since this military crackdown. Repairs have been progressing well from damage from the Titans and lingering proof of effects of your trip had other countries sending public requests to have her help to heal their own countries.
Exams were closing in and another series of projects had to be finished first to keep your momentum and grades up. And the closer it got to summer break wonder grew for what you would get up to, especially as you were growing irritated at how many eyes were on you all day with the crackdown.
Pt 22
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Cassandra "Cassie" Slade/"The Rogue Rider": [20] Born in the rural areas of Rio Hondo, Texas, Cassandra Santos was born into a rancher family who inherited the wealth of her late grandfather, who used to be a rich man in Spain. At the age of 6, her parents were brutally murdered by a group of outlaws who raided their home for the money, and they chased her down because she was a witness. Before they could kill her, Carter showed up and slaughtered all of them, saving Cassie. Sympathetic for the girl, he took her in and raised her as his own. As the years went by, Carter trained the young girl how to tame horses and become an accurate sharpshooter just like her old man. Cassie has short warm black hair, tan skin, and soft brown eyes. She has light brown freckles on her face and shoulders. As a result of her constant training and completing chores around Carter's ranch, she as a slim-thick and athletic build.
When she turned 20, Dissonantia granted her the power to become a ghost rider without a contract, and allowed to tame a hellsteed to be her companion. She ended up choosing a demonic bullhorse, a hellish hybrid between a bull and a hellsteed mare. They are characterized by their front facing horns, infernal color scheme (red, blue, purple, black, etc.), fiery flaming and smoking mane and tail, larger size, and untamable and aggressive nature. Despite the numerous failed attempts to tame the wild beast from Hell, Cassie managed to subdue and domesticated the inferno horse. She named the beast "Ares".
Cassie inherited her father's cape, and can turn it into a pancho (with or without a hood), a cape, and a cloak, often wearing her hat over the hood of the cloak form during hot and humid weather.
As the Rogue Rider, she uses different handguns and pistols inspired by Western movies and games, rifles, a chain lasso, a crossbow with holy bolts, regular bow and arrows, Bowie knife, machete, a spiked whip, hatchets, spiked brass knuckles, sticks of dynamite that explodes with hellfire, etc.
She views herself aligned between Lawful Good and Lawful Neutral, since she doesn't want to kill anyone but knows that sometimes you need to punch a few teeth out to get a point across. Other than that, she's a sweet and genuine young lady who just wants to help out and make friends.
Her Ghost Rider outfit looks similar to this and this, but she often wears t-shirts and flannels with blue jeans and boots when working or hanging out with the rest of the Ghost Rider kids, Pancho, Ryan, and Lethal (@dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos).
Even when her parents' murders happened when she was 6, she can still remember every last detail: walking out of her bedroom, seeing the blood stained carpet, gruff and gritty voices, shots being fired, her mom screaming and her dad shouting profanities, then turning the corner to see nine men trying to crack open her father's safe while his and her mother's bodies laid on the floor of Mr. Santos' office. She remembered silently backing away, until one of the wooden floor boards creaked underneath her, grabbing the attention of the robbers. She made a run through the open door of the house, sprinting as fast as her little legs could carry her, sobbing and pleading for help. Then she tripped over a rock. As the group of marauders closed in around her, Carter appeared and brought justice to her family by massacring all of them. As he comforted a crying Cassandra, he carried her back to the ranch house, leaving her on the living room couch as he went upstairs to check on her parents. Cassie didn't feel like staying alone, so she followed the skeletal gunslinger upstairs. Carter tried to shoo the girl out of the room so she didn't have to bear the pain of her parents'demise, but she still walked over to the safe and pressed in the code, unlocking the safe. She offered him the money, and of course Carter refused, but they managed to agree that they should take the money so Carter could properly be able to take care of Cassie without worrying about financial trouble.
The deep depression and anger towards her parents' murderers eventually left Cassandra's heart as she grew older, seeing the Western Ghost Rider as her real father.
Her way of "silently greeting" others from a distance is full western hat tilt: hand on hip and the other to tilt her hat.
She has southern accent, sings pretty well, like Dolly Parton when she sings "Jolene" or some of the singers who have sung "House of the Rising Sun.
Due to her southern/Texan/Mexican accent and grammar, she speaks like "ain't" "-in"" "y'all" "howdy" "git" and "Watt-uh-burger". She refers to Carter as "Paw" or "Pa"/"Padre"/"Jefe" (meaning boss in Mexican slang).
Cassie knows EVERY SINGLE country and Mexican dance, like the ones we had to dance during rodeo day in elementary.
Plays the banjo, viola, and pan flute, often with the rest of the Ghost Rider kids to orchestrate small musicals for fun.
Cassie often walks alongside roads near Carter's farm on her horse, singing or whistling a tune. Sometimes she's accompanied by Damian or Sera, but not Azazel since she doesn't like being in the sun for too long, other times she'll start a race between her and Damian, or she'll spend time with Carter, just talking and bonding with him, doing father-daughter things together.
Favorite movies: Rango, the Magnificent Seven, R.I.P.D. (her and Damian persuaded Carter and Johnny to watch this with the rest of the kids to see their reactions to the main characters (honestly, Slade and Blaze remind me of the main characters)), that one western movie with Leonardo DiCaprio in it, some Mexican movies that aren't trash, but she absolutely refuses to watch any western movie that has racist actors or racist stereotypes towards Native Americans.
Favorite video games: western games, some racing and rpg games, RDR2 is her top favorite
When she was younger, she had an irrational fear of skinwalkers, often having nightmares of a tall, lanky, slender figure with glowing eyes standing outside of her bedroom window, staring into her room, waiting.... watching..... This often results in her running to Carter's room, crying for him to make "the bad man go away!" Azazel telling ghost stories on "Campfire Saturday" nights at the Cottonmouth Ranch and Mexican/Texan ghost legends and cryptids doesn't help with Cassie's fear, either.
Favorite color is sunset/sunrise amber
She is still questioning her sexuality
Gardenia Castle/"Lady Punisher", "daughter of the Punisher/Cosmic Ghost Rider", "the Punisher": [21] Born in Hell to Frank Castle and Ryara, Gardenia is the hybrid between a mortal host of the Spirit of Vengeance and a succubus, with the combined abilities of the Ghost Rider and a high ranking demon. She is the split image of her parents, with fair skin and green eyes of her mother's human form, and the jet black hair and physique of her father (although her muscles are smaller and she has long straight black hair).
Pretty like her mom, but becomes psychotic like her dad as she gets older.
She inherited her parents' resting faces, making her look constantly bored, angry, or annoyed.
Frank ends up training her when she expresses interest in his job.
As she got older, she started becoming emotionally distant towards the other children of Zarathos, and just became meaner in general.
Frank refused to support her wish to join the army, not wanting his daughter to become like him.
As a Ghost Rider AND Lady Punisher, she wears an armored suit that is a mixture of the Punisher's outfit and the Cosmic Ghost Rider space suit. (Link to a Pinterest board I made, you'll see her section)
Throughout her childhood, her and Damian always had a crush on each other, but didn't know how to properly display it. They started dating after Damian's 15th birthday.
She absolutely hates tight skin suits, like Black Widow's.
Often gets in fights with the rest of the kids, with the exception of Lethal and Sera.
A professional ballerina.
She is jealous of Sera's natural elegance and dancing
Idolizes her father, much like how Damian, Cassie, and Pancho do to theirs.
If Frank ever decides to quit being Dissonantia's herald, Gardenia will take his place.
She has the inability to be traumatized by bloodshed due to inheriting her mother's bloodlust.
Pancho—who is just as insane as Lobo—is scared of Gardenia because of how sadistic and merciless she can be.
He describes her as "a crazy b*tch with a 'loose hand'", meaning she will not hesitate to pull out her gun and blow off someone's brains out or slit someone's throat with a dagger.
On a mission with her father, Gardenia had to help him take down a corrupted priest that was related to the mafia who was also was possessed by a demon and lead a demonic army against Dissonantia.
She had to disguise herself as a nun, with all sorts of hidden weapons underneath her uniform.
She rides a hellfire motorcycle.
She is Chaotic Neutral.
As the Lady Punisher, she had access to her father's armory and weaponry, but she often uses her Ghost Rider abilities to summon hellfire versions of said weapons.
Her way of "silently greeting" others from a distance is a simple nod.
She developed her father's Italian accent, although it's subtle.
She occasionally plays piano and can seduce others with her singing like her mother.
In her freetime, Gardenia likes to read, walk in the Castle's garden, and work out with her father in the gymnasium. Occasionally, she enjoys DND nights with the rest of the kids.
She got a Hellhound German shepherd named Coffee after she finished Dissonantia's training.
Favorite movies: none come to mind.
Favorite video games: stealth and fighting games. Call of Duty
Favorite color is emerald green
Her sexuality is straight.
Pancho, Son of Lobo: [21]
Ryan Wilson/Grey Menace: [20]
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elgaberino-mcoc · 1 year
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DELISTED: Carter “Satan-Stomper” Slade the Ghost-Racer
context: this hint tweet
× rejected by Summoners (bad rank, bad vote ratio) × voted out by wishlist editors × poor statistical merit × redundant (Carter Slade is already listed)
See ya, cowboy. Thanks for racing.
/sad
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mycrazylittleship · 2 years
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Ghost rider in Tombstone?
ok, So bare with me. This is another long one.
We all know that beginning scene in Tombstone 1993 where Johnny Ringo recites that Bible verse: “And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him” (6:8) 
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But I am also certain this is the same verse they use in Ghost Rider with SAM ELLIOT and Nick Cage. 
I know they use this in the comics regarding ghost rider, because the FIRST GHOST RIDER: CARTER SLADE looked like this: 
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And if i may remind you: A PALE HORSE AND HIS NAME THAT SAT ON HIM WAS DEATH, AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH HIM!
AND WHO DO WE SEE NOT MOMENTS AFTER THAT IS ANNOUNCED?
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THIS SEXY MF!
WHO PLAYED THE FIRST CARTER SLADE IN AN LIVE ACTION FILM: 
Just food for thought.
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In honor of Throttled’s three-year anniversary, here are some Slade family head cannons!
Noah does the cooking in the house. 
Maya’s responsibility is to read out the recipe he’s making. 
Noah always participates in Maya’s vlogs when she asks and threatens asks everyone else with him to do it as well. 
Maya realizes she gained 10K followers overnight when she posted an Instagram story with Noah walking around shirtless behind her in the frame. 
Shirtless Noah is then banned in the household. 
Maya’s parents favor Noah over both Santiago and Maya, and Noah never stops flaunting it. 
Noah watches soap operas with his mother-in-law and does not stop talking about the plotline for days. 
Whenever they fight, Maya retaliates by wearing Santiago’s number again. 
Noah’s equivalent to sleeping on the couch during fights is hanging at Santi’s place till he gets kicked out to go “make up with his wife”
Occasionally, Maya is the third wheel in Noah and Santiago’s bromance. 
After retiring, Noah only comes back to Bandini as Team Principal after James Mitchell retires from the post. 
Having Liam and Sophie as neighbors means lots of joint dinner parties, festival celebrations, emergency midnight crisis contacts and accidental witnessing of things like - 
Noah and Maya witnessing Liam and Sophie trampoline jumping into their pool from the roof. 
Liam and Sophie watching Noah discuss the latest soap opera in heavy detail over barbeque with a full outline of the characters, plot twists and the villains (Sophie doesn’t know but Liam asks about the channel and the time it airs after dinner). 
Because of his issues with his parents, Maya is first anxious to tell Noah that she’s pregnant. 
Noah bursts into tears with happiness when she does tell him though. 
Maya’s cravings make Noah a professional chef who sometimes races. 
Noah tries to stop Maya from travelling with him and only allows her to do it till her second trimester. 
Maya never tells Noah, but she thinks he looks hot carrying a baby bag filled with essentials. 
Noah is on the podium when Maya’s water breaks. 
Maya is carried by Noah to the car with Santi and Jax clearing out the way. 
The two hours Maya is in labor are the most excruciating of his entire life and he hates that he agreed to let her be present at the race where so many things could have gone wrong. 
Noah cries when the Doctor tells him his wife and son are both in good condition. Noah cries harder when he holds Marko for the first time. 
Marko has the most loving and doting parents in the world, the best grandparents and the coolest uncle.
Marko develops a love for racing at a very early age.
Unlike his own father, Noah lets Marko take it at his own pace. He is proud of his son and even more proud that they love the same sport, but he does not want to be controlling and obsessive.
Maya loves setting up playdates with Sophie’s twins the moment she finds out about Marko’s little crush. 
Initially, Marko chooses his mother’s birthday date as his car number.
He is offered a contract from Bandini at the age of 20. Noah takes a backseat from being the Team Principal, becomes a strategist instead.
Tio Santi is his go-to person for everything. When his parents come off as overbearing? Sleepover at Tio Santi’s. Love advice for a girl’s he crushed on his whole life? Tio Santi. How to bail him from trouble without letting his parents know? Tio Santi. 
Marko is a vivid reader after he borrows Stephen King's books from Liam one time. He also takes suggestions from Sophie about the romance books her daughter is currently into.
When Maya finally conceives their daughter, Noah nearly passes out from hearing the news.
When Baby Slade is born, no one loves and dotes on her like Marko does. Whatever she wants, she will get. 
A 12-year age difference means Marko is very protective of her. 
Baby Slade is fawned over by her father and spoiled rotten by both the Slade men. 
When she starts pre-school, Noah is a rare father in the hordes of mothers trying to get his wailing daughter to go inside. 
Noah does not notice all the women fanning themselves when his daughter rushes into his arms but Maya having already witnessed this during Marko’s preschool does after which Papa Slade is banned never to pick his daughter up alone.
Maya sings her daughter to sleep in spanish most nights.
Baby Slade follows everything her older brother does -
Starts writing with her left hand because “Koko” does. 
Wants her hair styled like Koko’s.
Wants to race as well as Koko (cue heartbroken Noah).
When her date for prom does not show up, Marko flies in on the eve of a Grand Prix to take her and flies her out for his race later the next day. 
The older she gets, the more she teases her brother about his one-sided love. 
They are openly proud of each other’s achievements; he posts about the school awards she’s won on his stories, and she always keeps tracks of her big brother’s races. 
Maya loves how they are as close as Santi and her. 
Her first boyfriend has to be escorted out of their home, sniffing and on the verge of tears, by an apologetic Maya thanks to the Slade men drilling him incessantly. 
After which Noah and Marko have to earn the youngest Slade's affection back and ask for forgiveness not less than a hundred times.
Tio Santi is her favorite adult and like her older brother, she loves calling him her superhero. 
Both Slade siblings are fluent in atleast 3 languages. Their motto is - Spanish, sexy and Slade.
No matter how old they get, Noah still calls Marko “monkey” and his daughter “princess”
No matter how old they get, the Slade children never not love how involved, cherished and loved their parents make them feel. 
No matter how old they get, Noah and Maya still dance in the kitchen to soft music with dimmed lights constantly reminding each other how loved they are and how there is no other place they’d rather be. 
THIS WAS A LOT LONGER THAN I PLANNED FOR IT TO BE AND BY THE END OF IT I DIDN’T PLAN TO GET SO EMOTIONAL. THIS SERIES MEANS SO MUCH TO ME AND I LOVE ALL THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH THAT IT IS OVERWHELMING AT TIMES
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and this is why... some of these books have backup stories that are short (3 pages in this case) flashback stories to old Phantom Rider stories...
Now, you may also remember that ONE of the Phantom Riders was also a huge creepy who kidnapped Mocking Bird... so we also quickly go out of our way to make it known that this is Carter Slade, one of the good ones.
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Darkset Dungoen 1 had Bleed Flagellant, Darkest Dungeon 2 has Blight Flagellant, I hope if Darkest Dungeon gets a third game that Flagellant shows up looking like Ghost Rider to complete the Damage Over Time trifecta
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why-i-love-comics · 1 year
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DC Vs. Vampires: All-Out War #5 (2022)
written by Alex Paknadel & Matthew Rosenberg art by Pasquale Qualano, Francesco Mortarino, & Nicola Right
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