#full moon save me. full moon. save me full moon.

[paperstorm]

Loved all your thoughts on Carlos this episode. Any thoughts on TK?

Sometimes I keep my thoughts on TK to myself a little more because he hits very close to home for me. But I will say that when you've been through the kind of things TK has been through, milestone birthdays can hit really weird because suddenly you're at an age that you always assumed you'd never live to see and it feels like being lost at sea a little bit. It's hard to plan for the future when you don't believe you're going to have one, so I bet TK spent a lot of time in his 20s thinking that conceptualizing himself in his 30s or 40s or 50s was pointless because he might not make it that far, the ideas of what kind of life he would want probably always a little fuzzy and a little too painful to even dwell on. I bet he woke up the morning of his birthday full of some complicated emotions. Gratitude and happiness but also maybe some sorrow for the time wasted or maybe for the things he could've accomplished by 30 if he wasn't too sick to dream of a happy ending for himself. But he also woke up next to his husband.

It's so genuinely beautiful to look back and see how far this character has come, to think that the pilot of this show opened with him trying to end his life over a man who he thought incorrectly was his soulmate, thinking he had nothing left worth living for, not knowing all the wonderful, amazing, beautiful things that were waiting just ahead for him, if he could just hang on long enough to catch them. TK spent a lot of his life thinking he doesn't really matter all that much, and look at him now. He's crafted a life for himself out of grit and bloody knuckles and relentless optimism, he has a career that lets him turn all that pain into saving people so they too can get their second chances, he has so many people who care about him and wanted to celebrate his birthday (and his wedding, and his engagement, and his sobriety), he has two parents fighting over who loves him more, he has a husband who thinks he hangs the moon and all the stars and wants to hold him close and dance with him in the home they've built together. He is completely surrounded by love. And like Wyatt was saying to that woman on the bridge, TK as a character is such a wonderful display of the fact that even the biggest bumps in the road don't have to be the end of our stories. If we're brave enough to keep fighting, they can be the beginnings of journeys we weren't expecting but might lead somewhere much better than where we were heading before.

[wigglermansblog]

Down to the Cybertron

Synopsis : Join Orion Pax and his friends unraveling the secrets of Cybertron and the Primes. But what lies beneath is better to be left undiscovered.

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Prologue I

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"Hey! Get back here at once!"

Two guards are chasing after a blue and red bot, who is laughing to himself as he takes sharp turns in  order to escape the guards. He runs through the crowd causing the guards to lose sight of the cogless miner.

Orion Pax quickly gets onto the train that would lead him back to the mines, he grins to himself and pops a few energon cubes into his mouth.

"Easy peasy~" he grins as he leans on the wall.

What a day, he couldn't wait to tell D-16 about his research at the Archives. There's a lot of things he wants to talk about and there's might be a chance for them to find the Matrix of Leadership.

As soon the train reaches the mines, he steps out and goes straight to find his friend, D-16.

His optics spots D-16 pushing a cart full of energon, he grins and starts calling out to the bot. "Hey, D!" he calls out as the grey mech turns his helm and glares at the red blue bot "Orion, where were you?!" he hiss. "You've been missing for hours!".

"It's only like one hour! I was quick, don't worry" assure Orion.

"Quick?! You've missed half the day's shift! If anything happens, I ain't helping you with your workload!" D-16 says in exasperation, unloading the energon into the crate. He clearly dislikes his friend breaking the protocols. Always get himself in trouble and he won't be there to save him if gets himself caught by those guards.

"Oh—" Orion's optic widens in realization, he didn't know he was gone for THAT long. "Well, uhh...heh heh...I'll get to work then" the bot rubs the back of his neck. Guess he has to start his shift before Darkwing or Elita finds out he's been snitching work.

D-16 rolls his optics as he loads the last energon into the crate and he will be done for the day. It was tiring and his body felt sore, the workload has been increasing day by day. They barely get any rest, if they do, they only get a few minutes or so.

He closes the crate and watches it get taken away.

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"Is this all it?" Sentinel says in disbelief, holding a data pad in his hands. He slams the data pad on the table causing everything on the table to be knocked over. He received the news of the mining progression and it wasn't good at all.

Their energon source is depleting and it won't be enough for everyone, let alone... for THEM! The Quintesson.

He has to find a way.

"Argh! There has to be a way!" he vents angrily. His optics turn to Arachnid, "Ready the troops for another expedition, now" he said as the femme nods and exit the office. Once he is alone, he turns around and calls out.

"Zephyrstrike! You told me that everything is going smoothly!" he said, coming out from the shadows is a slim mech in copper and black pallets.

"My master, please. Be patient, my team and I are doing our best to find it" Zephyrstrike said in a calm and soothing tone. "Patience! Patience that's all you said—" Sentinel growls, stomping over to the shorter mech. "I will be doomed once the Quintesson finds out that I barely provide energon for them!" he said.

"I know, master but finding the Matrix isn't easy. SteelHazard is trying his best to locate it, he hasn't had enough sleep for the pass cycles...." the mech said. "Also— I bear good news, master. We have found a new mining area within the deepest caves of Cybertron. It will give us enough supplies for the next 3 moon cycles" Zephyrstrike assures the 'Prime'.

Sentinel quirk a brow at the news, a new mining area means more energon and more energon means more work for the cogless miners. The 'Prime' fixes his structure, "Very well, tell the mining operators about it and make sure everything goes well. Understand?" he said.

Zephyrstrike smiles and bows, "I understand, master" he said before disappearing into the shadows, back where he came from while Sentinel turns and leaves for another expedition.

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"Listen up, all of you miners!" Darkwing's voice boom, causing all the miners to stop whatever they are doing. "The exploration team has discovered a new cave system. You know the drill! We call out your names, get your equipment and start digging!" he said. Some of the miners weren't so happy with the news they have received, another cave to mine and they have to work more than usual.

Their superiors start to call out each bots names and surprise that both Orion and D-16 were included.

Orion let out a groan, "Ugh, really? We barely finish with this cave and now we have another?" he said. "Come on, Orion. We are doing this for the good of Cybertron, for everyone and Sentinel Prime" D-16 said, picking up his mining equipment. "Yeah, I know" Orion smiles as he does the same. Both of them went to the station and were ready to be transported to the new cave.

"Hey, at least we get to see something new" D-16 smiles, nudging his friend. "Who knows if we will find the Matrix in that cave" he said. "Hm, you're right! But—I'm going to miss going to the Archives now" he pouts. "Well, at least now I don't have to cover your aft anymore" D-16 said.

"Are you sure about that?" Orion grins as they board the train as it takes them to the new mining section.

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(End of Prologue I )

[pizzabox-box]

I needed to force myself not to write this until you posted the next DMW part lol, I love this story but I feel like it's going too fast

Blind Man's Bluff, Part Four

Theirs was the last car left in the drive-in theater. The movie was turning out extremely well, and they were on the final three scenes. Doise had thought WAR would be the most stressful scene to film, but oh boy, had Pizzascare given him anxiety. At least they were at the home stretch now.

He stared blankly at the laptop he had on the dashboard. Since Fake Peppino was out of the picture, or at least hadn't shown his face since his restaurant burned down, Doise had to put some serious thought into how this boss rush was going to play out. He sighed and looked over at Noisette. She had fallen asleep in the passenger seat about fifteen minutes before the film as it stood had ended. He knew Noise was lurking somewhere nearby, watching her like a hawk, but he hadn't felt Peddito anywhere all day. That made him nervous.

He noticed the light of the full moon dim and immediately went on edge. He barely had time to spin around before he heard a door creak open and saw a tall, skinny figure backflip onto the car. Oh boy. It was the beanpole. This might actually be trouble.

Doise shot an accusing finger at Pizzahead. "Look pal, I'm not in the mood for your games! Now get your dirty boots off my paint job before I get not so friendly with you!" The mascot giggled. "Ooh, aren't you a feisty one! It's nice to not know what to expect from someone for once. Well, you can relax now, buddy!" Doise decidedly did not relax. "What do you mean?" Pizzahead laughed and pulled out a remote control. "Well, let's see!"

Gesturing to the screen, he rewinded to the fight between the two gremlins. Doise immediately tensed up, and Pizzahead put his arm around him in a gesture of familiarity he had no right to have. "When my cameras showed me what you did to that freak's pizzeria, I admit you caught my interest! For once, I had to really do some pretty significant research to figure out what was happening." With a click of a button, the camera zoomed in on the combatants' faces as they grappled. He paused on the very frame one man got yanked backwards by a barely perceptible pink smudge, so barely present that even on film, its existence was easy to question. The dust-covered, bloody man's eyes practically glowed a vibrant red, and his expression was filled with a bewildered, abstract terror. Pizzahead whispered in the terrified Doise's ear: "You're not quite mortal, are ya?"

Doise looked into his eyes. "So now what? Are you going to tell everyone who I really am? Let me get mauled by the mob?" Pizzahead shrugged and waved one hand in a dismissive manner. "Why would I? The show's only just getting good!" He grinned wickedly and looked at Noisette, still fast asleep and dreaming sweetly. "In fact, it would be a lot more exciting if you weren't constantly chained to this doll's side, don't you think?"

Noise and Noisette twirled beautifully across the dance floor. She giggled happily as he dipped her. He danced with a passion she had never known, which was impressive given the feats they had preformed at their wedding. He stared at her with the deepest love a man could ever feel, though Noisette thought she could see a trace of sorrow in his eyes as he danced and sang.

You can dance every dance for the one who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight, you can smile every smile for the one who holds your hand in the pale moonlight, just don't forget who's taking you home, and in whose arms you're gonna be, so darling, save the last dance for me!

With that, he swooped her up and kissed her with a deep passion. As she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, she thought she could hear the priest's voice leading the ceremony: "...in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" They came up for air, and Noise gently caressed the side of her face. "Hazel, my love, my life, I won't ever stop loving you, even after my heart stops and turns cold as stone," he told her, staring in her eyes with a love that couldn't be described, though it was tainted by heartbreak.

Noisette was suddenly filled with a sense of extreme dread. Something wasn't right. She clung close to her husband, chilled by a fear she couldn't explain. Without warning, he shoved her backwards, knocking her on her back. She sat up, incredulous - just in time to see Noise get splashed with a strange substance from overhead. It had the consistency of thin mud, and looked like blood mixed with a blue-gray plaster. Noise fell to his hands and knees, inexplicably weakened.

Noisette reached out to him - then scampered backwards as she saw the clay start wrapping itself around him, swiftly enveloping him in the otherworldly slime. He struggled against it, seemingly trying to escape, but his eyes were filled with a knowing despair. He had known this was going to happen. He stared at her mournfully.

Noisette started forward again, determined that time. "Theo!" she called, stepping forward. Noise put a hand up. "Hazel, stop. I need you to listen to me carefully," he said. She stopped. He had never sounded this serious before. "Don't get close to me. Be wary of anything I do for you. I will love you for eternity, but you can't trust me anymore. It's way too dangerous for you to be near me. And whatever happens." He almost looked like a statue now. His mouth was covered by the clay, but his scarlet eyes stared into her soul, grieving as if he was the widow rather than the deceased. His voice seemed to come from her heart.

"I'm. Not. Me."

The blue-gray figure rose to its feet and approached her, blood red cape fluttering despite the absence of wind. Blue and pink lights flashed furiously around her before fading into yellow and orange, the screaming void behind the mask seemed to be calling her name, drawing her in to her destruction -

She awoke with a scream, looking around her at the unfamiliar surroundings. A hand gently grabbed her own, and a voice attempted to soothe her. "Hey, hey, hey, what happened? Are you ok?" She turned and saw Noise in the driver's seat beside her. That's right, they were at the drive-in theater. So had it all been a dream? She sobbed her sorrows into her husband's chest as he rubbed her back. He reassured her it was all going to be ok.

Later that night, she rolled over to look at him, fast asleep in the bed beside her. She fidgeted with the new necklace he had given her, making her promise never to take it off. She felt horrible about it, but something about Noise was making her feel like something was wrong. She tried to push those thoughts aside. You mustn't think things like that! He's been so devoted to you, and anyway, it was just a dream, right?

"I'm. Not. Me."

...right?

previous part

Another part already??? 👀👀👀👀

The dream sequence was genuiely heartbreaking :( You nailed Pizzahead's character very well! Wonder what he's planning , also the necklace seems deeply suspicious .

Either way, I'm excited to see where this will go 👀 keep cooking!

Once again, thank you so much for continuing this series :D

[dinosaurwithablog]

I decided to see who else was born on my birthday today. This is who I found.... Garry Marshall, Whoopi Goldberg, Joe Mantegna, Gerard Butler, Jimmy Kimmel, Chris Noth, and I've saved the best for last.... drum roll if you please.... Robert Louis Stevenson. There are many more famous people who were born today, but the list is extensive so I i just picked my favorites. Two years ago, the show, Tulsa King, debuted on my birthday, November 13th. I like that show so that's very cool. One last fun fact about my birthday... I turned 21 on Friday the 13th with a full moon. It was the wildest birthday that I ever had!! Somehow, me and my friends survived. I'd tell you the stories, but then I'd have to kill you. Lol!! Just kidding, of course. 😁😍 I hope that you all have a great day today. That's my plan!! 🤗🥰 I love birthdays 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

[bookloover35]

Shanks- Beneath the crimson tide.

The sea was calm tonight, its surface shimmering like black silk beneath the crescent moon. In the depths, hidden among the coral reefs, you—[Y/N], a mermaid—swam quietly, the cool water a familiar embrace. The open ocean had always been your home, far away from the clamor and chaos of the human world. But sometimes, even the deep blue brought its own surprises.

Tonight, the scent of blood drifted through the water.

Curiosity piqued, you glided towards the source. It wasn't uncommon for ships to clash on the seas above, but the aftermath often led to debris—and sometimes bodies—floating down to your realm. As you broke the surface, you squinted to see a wooden wreckage drifting in the moonlight. Among the shattered beams and broken barrels was a lone figure, barely clinging to a piece of flotsam.

Red hair gleamed under the silver light.

Your heart skipped. You recognized him: Shanks, the infamous pirate captain. Stories of him had spread even beneath the waves, tales of his laughter, his daring exploits, and the way he carried himself with that relaxed yet dangerous aura. But right now, he was no more than a wounded man lost to the sea.

Without hesitation, you swam closer, your iridescent tail cutting smoothly through the water. His eyes fluttered open as your face came into view, his usual confident smirk replaced with a dazed expression.

"A... mermaid?" he whispered hoarsely, eyes widening slightly.

You simply nodded. "Hold on," you murmured softly, your voice carrying a melodic quality that had always fascinated the surface dwellers. With a swift flick of your tail, you maneuvered beneath him, guiding his weight onto your back. Despite his injuries, he was surprisingly heavy, but you pressed on, propelling the both of you towards the closest island.

The journey took longer than you'd anticipated. Shanks drifted in and out of consciousness, his grip on you weak but determined. Occasionally, he murmured something—fragments of dreams or memories. Each word was a glimpse into a life you could never fully understand.

When you finally reached the shore, you carefully laid him on the sand, the waves gently lapping at his feet. His eyes cracked open, and he let out a low groan. Kneeling beside him, you pressed your fingers to his forehead, feeling the heat radiate from his skin.

"Why... did you save me?" he asked, his voice barely more than a rasp.

You tilted your head, considering the question. "The sea may be harsh, but it is not merciless," you replied softly. "Besides, I've heard enough stories about you. It would be a shame if they ended too soon."

He chuckled weakly, a shadow of the vibrant laugh that was said to echo through pirate taverns. "A mermaid with a sense of humor. I must be dreaming."

"You're not," you replied, flicking your tail playfully. You leaned down, inspecting the wound on his side—a jagged gash, likely from a sword. Without another word, you retrieved a pouch of seaweed from a hidden satchel around your waist and pressed it to the wound.

A hiss of pain escaped Shanks' lips, but he didn't pull away. "You're full of surprises," he said through gritted teeth.

"You haven't seen the half of it," you teased, your fingers deftly working to wrap the makeshift bandage. As you finished, your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade into the gentle whisper of the waves. His gaze was intense, a mixture of curiosity and something else—something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Thank you," he said, his voice softer now, more sincere. "Not everyone would've bothered."

You shrugged, trying to play it off casually, but his gratitude warmed you in a way the sun never could. "The ocean has its ways," you said, flicking your gaze to the horizon. "It brought me to you."

Shanks chuckled again, this time with more strength. "I'll have to repay you someday," he said, attempting to sit up but grimacing in pain. "What's your name, mermaid?"

You hesitated. Names held power among your kind, but something about this man, this pirate who stared at you with those sharp, warm eyes, made you feel... safe. "Call me [Y/N]," you finally answered.

"[Y/N]," he repeated, testing it on his tongue like a sailor tasting a fine rum. "I won't forget it."

You offered him a small smile, a rare gift in itself. "You better not, pirate," you teased, flicking your tail playfully. "I'll be watching you."

As dawn began to break, you knew it was time to return to the sea. But before you could slip back into the waves, Shanks caught your hand, his grip surprisingly strong despite his injuries.

"Will I see you again?" he asked, his voice low, almost vulnerable.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "Perhaps... if the tides are kind."

With that, you slipped beneath the surface, leaving only a ripple behind. Shanks watched the spot where you disappeared, his grin slowly returning.

He would recover, of that you were certain. And perhaps, one day, the sea would bring him back to you.

For now, you would swim beneath the waves, carrying with you the memory of a crimson-haired pirate and a promise made beneath the moonlight.

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

the disappointment with my human body is strong tonight.

[blitzwhore]

It's not just the fact that Blitz and Stolas were having two completely different conversations at the end of The Full Moon. It's the fact that Blitz was the only one who realised this. At the very last second, he realised he wasn't having the conversation he thought he was, and he now has to sit with the knowledge of what Stolas was actually saying to him, and the weight of how Stolas must have interpreted his reaction.

Meanwhile, Stolas is still fully under the impression that Blitz understood what he was saying from the get go, and his reaction was completely genuine every step of the way.

They were both facing away from one another... And only Blitz looked Stolas' way.

[kinokoshoujoart]

Marrying Carter in Harvest Moon DS Cute! (North American version)

oh… sorry no not the archaeologist, i mean Pastor Carter from Mineral Town!

(or is it Pastor Curdy….?)

teeechnically his descendant, and it causes a game over… but this is the only time we’ve been able to marry him right?

so in the girl version of HMDS, there’s two “secret” Mineral Town bachelors that you can marry by talking to them enough times on the phone. one is Mason, the guy who runs May’s Tailoring… but the second, Pastor Carter, is a bit more obscure…

i couldn’t find them uploaded anywhere so here are his 2nd* thru 10th conversations+his proposal+proposal rejection in english! if you want to see it on youtube instead here you go

*i failed to record the first conversation when it happened, and there’s no way in hell i’m resetting my whole game again (…yet), so…just know the first one was like “oh you want to talk? what should we talk about…….. …… ….. …. i can’t think of anything. well see ya………” extremely riveting stuff

he’s so obscure that i didn’t even realize that he was a bachelor until i found out about the mechanic from this japanese wiki!! (here’s an archive link to the page on him in case the page doesn’t work) all i did was test whether it worked in english since i couldn’t find any english info at all mentioning it. i’m sure others have found him… right……..

in case the links above don’t work, a small guide to holy matrimony below the cut since i can’t find one in english

it works essentially the same as the Mason marriage (so it’s just a game over, sadly…), and the steps are pretty tedious and counterintuitive, so you’re unlikely to just stumble across it… but you too can get a priest to break his vow of celibacy for you or whatever!

you will need:

at least 2,050,000 G

20 cursed tools/accessories

if you really don’t want to dig up 20 cursed things you can substitute 100x “remove a cursed tool/accessory” for blessing a cursed tool…

but, including all the cursed tools and accessories, there’s only 16… which means you will need to go dig up 4 duplicate cursed accessories using this method! yay!!! extremely pointless since you can’t sell blessed accessories until after marriage in DS for girl (at which point you can’t trigger pastor carter’s proposal)

you unlock a conversation with cardi when you spend at least 205,000 G. which means the quickest thing to do is to order removal of a cursed item five times, then bless 2 cursed items.

**be careful when blessing accessories to only equip one at a time!!! if you equip a stack of duplicate accessories, blessing that stack destroys the duplicates!!!! :( so just take 1 out of the stack and equip it!!!**

you also can’t unlock more conversations until you’ve seen the one you unlocked, so like even if you spend a million G you’ll just unlock one conversation, and you’ll need to finish that conversation and then spend 205,000 G to unlock the next one…yeah….

on the tenth conversation he abruptly reveals that he’s fallen in love with you and asks you to marry him! it ends your game, but….! on the bright side, it ends your game!!! you’re finally free from Hell Simulator!!!!

[sleepymaven]

Elden Ring/Dark Souls and the Sheer Lack of Fanfics. (A Slight Rant and Ramble.)

Alright, we need to talk, Elden Ring and Dark Souls Fandoms...

There are hundreds of thousands of you out there who love these games... So many, in fact, that they are both some of the most popular game franchises ever made...

So, pray tell, why is there such an atrocious lack of... fanfics!?

Come on, man! I. Want. More. Fanfiction!!

Give me a coffee shop au where Miquella takes Malenia to his favorite coffee shop and introduces her to the cute batista.

Give me a crossover ship between Messmer and Gwyndolin where they help eachother through their familial issues and trauma.

Give me a hurt/no comfort between Radagon and Rennala showing how the divorce went.

Give me an actor au where it shows the behind the scenes and/or bloopers for the character messing up or forgetting their lines.

Give me a Gwyndolin x Chosen Undead!reader with extra fluff and a side of gentle smut.

Give me Rennala x Carian Knight!reader where you help take care of her while she's in the library.

Give me a modern crossover au where Malenia is dating Gwynevere and going through the motions of being a cute, domestic couple before ending it with them being wife and wife and officially married. (I desperately want to see this one, I'm BEGGING.)

Give me a crack fic where Gwyndolin takes his snakes to the vet.

Give me a canon divergence au where you save Godwyn from being assassinated.

Give me Godwyn x Consort!reader where you and him are married.

Give me modern au Godwyn where he's a himbo who forgot his wallet at home to pay for his singular candy bar.

Give me a Godwyn x Tarnished!reader were you get to peg him. (I would also read this one, btw...)

Give me Godwyn with a breeding kink.

You know what...

Just give me any Godwyn fanfics!

Don't be shy people, make some more!

Make me some fanfiction or else I will ascend to godhood and place an eternal curse upon thee! 😡

..please? 🙏

Pretty please with a cherry on top..?

Just give me more Godwyn, please! 😭

(More Gwyndolin would also be IMMENSELY appreciated.)

[definegodliness]

Grand

I.

In that tiniest kitchen With the large second storey window Overlooking the patio, Which I couldn't recall If my life depended on it, I saw the future.

I was looking at you, And you had strung on an apron Like a statement:

I'm all in.

Not like a red dress with high heels.

All. In.

Then you handed me a knife, and Let your fingers linger, Caressing mine.

Chop.

As in:

Act. Decide. Want.

I cannot remember cooking or eating, But I can remember seeing the future.

You were Smiling a lot that day; Beautifully smiling, and, In hindsight, It was because you found out I did love you, That day.

I consider it my life's highest moment To see that joy of affirmation In your eyes.

Even if it took me another two months To realise I wasn't dreaming.

You kept pinching me Until I believed.

I love you.

When I heard you say it, I wore a smile I had seen before, but couldn't fathom Was for me, then.

II.

I was all yours, And you were all mine And for that one perfect moment in time We conquered eternity.

We did.

We saw.

We lost it all.

We touched A soul-birthing connection.

We kissed A lifetime beyond human comprehension.

We fucked For all And anything; The pleasure and pain Of wanting to be, but being unable To fuse into One Single being.

We died in that space which Separated The atoms Between

Us.

-- 21-7-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[yada9y9]

[🌓] Day 7: Sun/Moon/Stars

Just look my way.

[not-eli]

Blitzø: I'm so glad we're friends again Fizz I missed you

Fans: OMG!!!! HE'S SO IN LOVE LOOK AT HIM!!! He totally still has feelings for Fizz!!!!

Blitzø: *blushes at Stolas multiple times, shows concern about him, loses his mind when Striker kidnaps him, looks at him with literal heart eyes, is willing to flirt with him, literally cries because he misses him but is afraid of fucking up, mumbles out his name while drunk*

Fans: mmhhh no he totally hates Stolas lmaoooo

[crabsnpersimmons]

Moon ass Monday will return, I know it will. You cannot hide.

i do not doubt it 😂

as sure as the night follows the day, Moon ass Monday will grace us again

[originalaccountname]

[urge to work on that bsd timeline increases] → if you do end up working on it, I’d be extremely thankful

Timelines/Time passing in fiction is one of my greatest weaknesses (unless it’s explicitly stated; e.g., “summertime”, “last year”)

Second, the season was clearly described as summer. In fact, seasons have never actually been mentioned flat out in the manga and novels up until now. Instead, they have simply been sprinkled with hints. They could have been spring or fall, but this time, it was made clear that it was a hot summer day. Why? Well, I won’t exactly say why just in case you haven’t read the book yet, but when a certain skill activated, I really felt as if it was during a hot season—a boiling summer day under the clear blue sky. I wonder why I felt that way? Regardless, that’s just how it is.

(55 Minutes afterword by Kafka Asagiri)

Asagiri is my nemesis for this quote in particular because it's a curve ball into an otherwise straightforward timeline. "oh idk it could have been spring or fall but this part that I said takes place between the Guild arc and the Cannibalism arc happened in summer" ok cool so like either it's been a whole year (unlikely) or everything happens in less than 6 months, sure

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[age-of-moonknight]

“Deliverance,” Marvel Zombies: Black, White & Blood (Vol. 1/2023), #1.

Writer: Ashley Allen; Artist: Justin Mason; Letterer: Clayton Cowles