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The one-shot Sins of Youth: Superman Jr & Superboy Sr was published with a cover date of May 2000. The issue was part of the Sins of Youth Event. The adult Superboy turned himself over to the Agenda with promise they would heal an injured teenage Superman Jr. ("The Adventures of Superboy... When He Was a Man", Sins of Youth: Superman Jr & Superboy Sr, DC Comic Event)
Happy New Year everyone! We are about to start 2025 with a little surprise return. Yazamanyhands/ Yazmin is back and she is taking a whole new look!
Instead of her Grimmjaw version. Yaz now takes on the Hollowaye look. She maintains the iconic grey skin, four arms and purple eyes. The one change added is her hair color. Instead of white, it is now dark blue with a new haircut.
This is also an official declaration that the character Timothy Brian Anderson is discontinued. This was mainly because for one, the name is an actual person. [REFER HERE] and also because I'm just no longer interested. Nevertheless, the blue hair on the new Yazmin will be an homage to him living on in Yazmin~
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Welcome to the official Tumblr page of Ghost Hunt UK! Check out our Youtube page to watch our exploration of the abandoned Cambridge Military Hospital and our encounter with the Gray Lady.
“She was found, later that night, in a pool of her own blood by the house staff as they returned from a night out on behest of the lady herself.” The tour guide of the Northcott Historical Manor House paused, reflecting solemnly at the untimely fate of the once prominent lady of the beautiful estate. “Lillian Eleanor Northcott died that sad winter’s night. Her husband returned the following morning to a home steeped in pure chaos, and even though a thorough investigation was made, the police deemed the tragedy an unfortunate event, concluding that a stray bullet from a street brawl pierced this parlor window, striking down Mrs. Northcott.” In a dramatic flair, the tour guide gestured with her full arm to the aforementioned parlor window of interest, the heads of the gathered spectators turning in unison to follow the movement.
“Mr. Northcott never remarried, spending the remainder of his years in mourning while single handedly raising his motherless son, a feat, I might add, that was deemed truly commendable considering the times. Thankfully, the Northcott line endured, the cannery itself is still prosperous, active, and thriving, while the Manor House remains to be a prominent fixture in Newberry’s community.” There was polite applause as the tour guide began to wrap up her speech. “Even though the founder of the estate has long since passed, some say the mistress, who appears as a gray spirit of her former self, still treads these halls of her beloved home, reluctant to leave the majesty of the stately Northcott Manor House.” There was more applause, and the tour guide thanked the attentive crowd.
“We have now come to the completion of your official guided tour. Please feel free to explore the grounds outside, peruse the gift shop, or, if it tickles your fancy, stay for our famous luncheon special. Have a great rest of your day, thank you for visiting, and we look forward to seeing you again soon.” The tour guide waved, dismissing the crowds to their leisure while she lingered in front of the impressive, elegant fireplace of the parlor room for any stray questions patrons hadn’t yet asked.
“I wonder what would have happened if the Gray Lady hadn’t perished,” Lola spoke, striding in long, careful steps towards the infamous parlor window, breaking away from the tour group as it separated. “If Mrs. Northcott hadn’t died that night, would the cannery have continued to be successful?” Lola whirled towards her fiancé who was several paces behind her, and held the microphone end of her trusty tape recorder Stanly up to capture his comment.
Accustomed to her shenanigans, Raphael smiled as he bent forward to answer the question. “I imagine the cannery would have remained profitable,” he said, declaring his statement into the recording device.
“But think about it,” Lola said, raising a finger to mark her point for the beginning of her debate. “The sensation and scandal of the Gray Lady’s death caused the Northcott name to spread like wildfire in all the papers across the nation. Not only did Mr. Northcott have the reputation as the cold, stoic business man, but, add to it, the title of widower left in charge to raise his only child. Was Mrs. Northcott’s death not anything but an influx of opportunity to his business relationships? Would we still have the Manor House to this day if she hadn’t died so tragically?”
“Maybe that’s why her ghost still lingers,” Raphael said with a shrug as he straightened. “Her spirit is a reminder that without her, there wouldn’t be the historical monument that is this house as we know it today.”
“You make a fine point, Professor,” Lola said with a grin as she shut off her tape recorder, stowing the device in her purse.
“You ask intriguing questions, Author,” he replied in turn, matching her smile.
“To be fair, I wouldn’t want to leave this house either,” Lola said on a sigh, her green eyes taking in the splendor of the parlor. “Premature death aside, I think I would enjoy dwelling in a place like this for all eternity, provided, obviously, if you are with me.” In her dreamy state, she took up Raphael’s hand, and the two began their slow exit of the room into the foyer. She dragged her feet, not quite ready to quit the house entirely, the famous mansion working its spell to keep her in the embrace of musty corridors to figure out its forgotten stories and solve all of the hidden riddles.
“You know, as many times as I’ve visited this place in the past, I’ve actually never seen the Gray Lady,” Lola continued.
“You haven’t?” Raphael asked, genuinely taken aback. “I expected the ghost would have made herself known to you as soon as you set foot on the property.”
“Legend says she only appears when people try to do spooky stuff, like séances. I only came here with my parents for lunch on the rare occasion, so, no séances for me.”
“Probably a wise decision on their part,” he chuckled with a nod of sage understanding, seeing first hand more often than not the damage of her mischief making prowess.
“Excuse me, but what is that supposed to mean?” she asked, releasing his hand to give him a scolding glower.
“Considering how easily you attract invisible friends and trouble, I’m surprised your parents even took you here in the first place,” he continued to tease.
With a scoff of indignation, Lola playfully pinched his side in a vulnerable spot she knew all too well of him, then slipped through the main entryway doors with a giggle before he could retaliate, and reached the bottom of the stoop outside with merriment lighting her movements. The early summer sun cast leafy shadows across the well-manicured grounds of the grand estate. A garden flourished to the side of the house, wrapping along the back of the property where a small fountain trickled cool water into a rod iron basin. The garden path split at that juncture, going left to re-enter the house via the veranda, or right towards a large wooden gazebo and the old stable carriage house. Beyond those structures was the open yard of freshly cut green grass that butted up against the edge of a maple and hawthorn tree forest, and beyond that, the churning sea. She was instantly lost to her daydreams from the picturesque marvel, brought back to the present moment once the shadow of her fiancé shielded her from the sun as he came to stand before her. He appeared to be only slightly annoyed from her previous antics, she observed, and flashed him a cheeky smirk. Her smile turned into a wistful sigh as she focused her attention on the impressive Manor House.
Although remaining a touch consternated, Raphael couldn’t help but take notice of his beloved’s faraway gaze, and followed her line of sight to the glittering monolithic sandstone of the Northcott legacy. “You really do love this house, don’t you?” he asked.
“I do,” Lola replied. “There is so much history here, so much story. Even from all the research I’ve ever done or gathered of this house and of this family, I feel like it’s never enough. I can only imagine what grand affairs took place within those walls and many rooms, and that’s why I love it here so much. The quest for knowledge is a continuous journey of discovery. It’s my never-ending onion.”
Raphael had to laugh at that comment. “This is the first I’ve heard this place described as an onion.”
“It’s because of all the layers,” Lola tried to explain while also laughing.
“I knew what you meant,” he assured, and draped an arm across her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug as he kissed the top of her head. Together, they continued to stare at the house, lost in their thoughts and quiet observations.
“I love that this place is open to the public,” Lola said after sufficient pause. “I also love that people can enjoy a sit down meal here and spend the night.”
“A haunted restaurant and inn is a unique and pleasant business model,” Raphael agreed.
“One of these days, we should spend a night here,” she suggested, bumping her hip into his.
“How about this weekend?”
“Yeah, right,” Lola laughed. “First, it costs a pretty penny to book a room, and second, we risk the chance of having strangers rent the other rooms at the same time, too. How could we enjoy a night of ghost hunting and canoodling if other people are in the way?”
“We could always rent out the extra rooms as a private event,” Raphael replied, his answer smooth and easy. He had to fight the smirk twitching at his lips as Lola looked up at him with her signature “get real” expression.
“Rent out the whole mansion for just the two of us? No way! That’s too hard of a hit on the budget, and I don’t want that kind of expense on a credit card.”
“It wouldn’t have to be just the two of us. Maybe we could convince our friends to reserve the other rooms,” Raphael offered.
“You mean like Modesta and Jack?”
“Lazare, too. It can be a party of sorts.”
Lola’s brow furrowed in confusion. Raphael’s all-too ready replies to her objections of staying the night at the Northcott Manor House were suspicious. The fact he suggested to make the whole affair a party had her eyebrows connecting together, deepening the creases of her perplexed thoughts, until she remembered what major event was taking place that coming weekend. Realization shot her leveled eyebrows up into her hairline. “Hold on…you---you mean stay a night here this weekend?”
Raphael laughed openly as he saw the kaleidoscope of emotions play out on Lola’s face, but it was her startled intake of breath as she strung the pieces together of his subtle hints that caused his heart to melt. “Don’t tell me you forgot about your birthday,” he said, his warm laughter continuing as Lola stared up at him in slack-jawed bewilderment.
“You’re serious?” she stammered, shrugging his arm off her shoulders to fully turn and face him directly. “You’re not playing games with me?”
“Surprise!”
“Get out of town!” Lola squealed in delight. “You’re serious!” She was shaking with excitement, emotions of love and gratitude and happiness causing her to nearly lose control of her limbs as she danced in place with complete joy unbridled.
“The night will begin by partaking in the mystery dinner theater,” Raphael explained, looping his arms around her waist in a loose hold as he shared the pre-arranged plans of her birthday celebration. “There will be cake and possibly a present or two,” he continued, his smile growing as he watched Lola grow increasingly jubilant upon hearing the news of cake. “Then, once staff and guest have left the house, you, me, and the others will spend the rest of the night doing all the spooky things your weird, little heart desires.”
The breath was knocked out of Raphael’s lungs as Lola launched herself upon him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a firm embrace as a thousand “thank-yous” came pouring from her lips. He hugged her tight, holding her close to him.
“You’re welcome,” he purred, and in this position, found the vulnerable spot he knew all too well of hers just below the ribs that made her squeak and clutch her sides for protection while nearly dropping to the ground in an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
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Hey, all! Happy Monday!
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