#cottonmouth
You can’t blame Spider-man for having a man-crush on Cappin’. I’m pretty sure half the Marvel Universe is into him.
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FromDevil’s Reign: Omega #001, “Mayor for Hire”
Art by Guillermo Sanna and Dijjo Lima
Written by Rodney Barnes
“But hawks hunt snakes. Even ones that’ve crawled out of Hell.” –Nighthawk
Cover art for Avengers Vol. 8 #055, “Night of the Panther, Dawn of the Hawk”
Art by Javier Garrón and David Curiel
FromAvengers Vol. 8 #055, “Night of the Panther, Dawn of the Hawk”
Art by Javier Garrón and David Curiel
Written by Jason Aaron
@1000heartbeats : as promised.//Doing a bit of a drabble now, so I can get it out of my head. I’ll be revisiting this soon enough. I do not own these characters, and I apologize ahead of time for Cottonmo…Cornell. Feedback is appreciated!
“Scuse’ me brother. But this seat’s taken. Me and Henry got a standing appointment, kna’mean?” The newer arrival noted the entire room. One glance took inventory of the sizable entourage, and guards posted in arms reach. Another to a very nervous clientele, and a third to Pop himself.
“Now. What we got here is something that’s going to have to fix itself. Maybe Prince Akeem and Semi, and the rest of the Zamunda Crush Crew can go see Fish. Play a game or three while I get my lineup. “ Cornell looked about for validation, followed by a theatrical laugh. On cue, his own handlers chuckled and mimicked his amusement. Not louder than their boss’s however.
T’Challa noted all of it himself. N’Djaka was a split second away from reaching into his own coat pocket to find a silencer for the interruption, when his Prince raised a hand. “I may have been mistaken. We were not aware that Mister Hunter’s business operated in this manner. Perhaps our diligence overlooked neighborhood favors and debtors. Mr. Stokes, there was no insult meant.”
“I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Formally, we have not. But we’re rather intimate now, I would think.”
Cottonmouth knew that any escalation could involve much more heat than he was prepared for, especially hearing the accents that were far removed from Harlem, Manhattan, or anywhere in the city.
That, and the last thing he’d want is Mariah’s mouth for having an international incident three blocks from her campaign headquarters. Truthfully, he was a little surprised she wasn’t taking the photo ops and leading the Prince around by his elbow. Or other parts, if she had her normal way of favors.
“Cornell…today is not the day.” Pop himself finally made his way through, forming a distraction first and then a dividing line between two small, intense armies. “But we’ve got visitors. I’m not authorized to service his Grace due to…my situation. But I’m happy to take care of you in the next chair over. It’s the proper way of doing this.” His voice lowered, setting his alerted eyes on those of his longtime friend and accomplice. “I’m asking. This doesn’t go down in here. You don’t want this.”
Set out southeast of the city last night with a friend to try and road cruise some canebrakes. The roads were pretty quiet and we had no luck on the canes, but we did see a broad-banded water snake and 3 cottons when we were out checking the water. It was a good night for inverts and armadillos, as well.
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