#the many era's of the Moon

[hungharrington]

Thinking about Steve cumming quickly - like under 30 seconds of thrusting because he's just so in love with you he couldn't help it

He hides his face in your neck afterwards all embarrassed and you rub his back to bring him back down from the intensity of it all

To add to this - he also has certain triggers that make him cum immediately.

You say you love him, he cums. You scratch at his tummy/happy trail, he cums. You gently pull on his hair, he cums.

My apologies if these thoughts have already been given but it's all I've been thinking about this morning 😭😭

a most delicious ask i’ve been hoarding 🫶 i LOVE all these thoughts i’m sry i didn’t get to incorporate all of them !! is this hot? idk…. but it’s got sum love in it tehe MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Look, Steve Harrington doesn’t have his reputation for nothing, okay?

He’s a ladies man, through and through. He knows exactly what he’s doing with his hands, he loves getting his face in between a pair of thighs, and perhaps most importantly, he is not a minute man.

Steve Harrington has stamina.

At least, he certainly thought he did— but that was before you. But in his defense, nobody told him that sex is a hundred times better when you love the person. A thousand better if they love you back.

And, god, does he fucking love you.

You’re a dream— all laid out on the bed beneath him, chest bare and eyes soft and heavy. Your lips are sheened with spit and all kiss-bitten and Steve has no doubt he looks the same. Kissing you never gets old. His cock throbs, aching for some friction and just begging to be buried inside you.

“Well?” You say, somewhere between a tease and a breathy gasp. “What’re you waiting for?”

Your fingers slip into the waistband of your panties but Steve is quick to knock them away, replacing them with his own hands. He grins up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Can’t let you do my favourite part now, can I?”

You giggle. With that his fingers start to trail down your naval, slow and sensually, dragging the fabric with them. Your hips move to accommodate him and your breath hitches as he drags them down your thighs that part as he wrangles them off your ankles, inviting him in.

Steve nearly groans at the mere sight—a hot surge twisting in his tummy that goes straight to his cock. God, he must be losing blood with how much blood is rushing to harden it up. Or maybe he’s just too enamoured with you and that’s enough to make him breathless. Either way, he’s aching.

“God, baby,” He says, voice gravelly. “Just look at you.”

His hands shift up from grasping lightly at your ankles up, up, up, til he’s nudging your thighs apart further. His dark eyes flick up to your face, his expression one of hunger.

“Y’so pretty, honey,” He coos.

You flush, feeling somehow more naked at his compliment, knowing he’s being sincere. Reaching up, you drape your hand around his neck and urge him forward slowly, pressing up to scrape your lips against his.

“Oh, yeah?” You breathe, your lips twitching up at the obvious way Steve’s breath catches in his throat. “Which part of me’s so pretty?”

Steve chuckles, his gaze switching between your own and says, “All of you,” before he kisses you like he’s starved of the taste of you.

Breaking the kiss, he leans back and his hand disappears into his bedside table for a condom. He makes quick work of it, pausing to give himself a firm squeeze around the base as he does— fuck, he’s going to bust the moment he gets inside of you if he doesn’t take a moment.

But you’re so damn hot — and eyeing him with a heavy desire that makes his tummy hot. He’s not sure he can wait.

He shifts himself up and settles on his hands on your thigh, pushing it back further so he can line himself up and sink in tantalisingly slow. Your cunt is warm and wet, drawing a whiny moan from his throat, and Steve’s head drops into the curve of your shoulder in an instant.

“Fuck,” He hisses, hips flexing to hold back from pushing himself all the way in—a near impossible task considering the breathy little noise you make. God, fuck, fuck, he can’t move another inch or he’ll lose it. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He gasps.

Your arms looped around his neck tighten, pressing your chest up against his as you make a noise of agreement. You begin to mouth lazily up his throat, feeling the throb of his cock between your legs like a heartbeat, burning hotter and hotter.

“Cmon, Steve,” you whisper, nibbling at his earlobe. Steve keens, his hips shoving forward bit more as he tries to contain himself. “Want you to fuck me,”

He makes another pitiful noise that he’d probably be embarrassed of if he wasn’t so gone. He follows your instructions quickly, shifting his hips so he can start slowing fucking into you. It’s lewd, soft wet noises sounding as he builds up a rhythm, sinking himself into you over and over. Pleasure drools through his gut.

“Stevie,” you pout, panting lightly. “Can’t— can’t see you,” You tug on his hair lightly, trying to encourage his face out of hiding but only succeeding in making him whimper. His cheeks burn hotly but he forces his face up, kissing along your jaw as he does.

His eyes crease open as he pulls back and Steve keens at the sight of you, his plush lips parting in a soft pant. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Normally he’d be still murmuring filthy things into your skin, marking up your neck while his hips roll into you, all does that feel good? and oh, it does when you moan in response.

Instead, he’s the one coming apart and beyond his words. You scrape your hand through his hair again and leave it cupped sweetly on his jaw, your eyes watching closely. Swatching your thumb across his cheek, you moan lightly, “Wanna -uh- wanna see your face, baby— love your pretty face,”

Something tightens up in Steve’s tummy, heat flourishing up his spine and he whimpers loudly, the roll of his hips turning the rapid, jerky thrusts in a moment. Skin slaps against skin and you make the cutest noise at the change of pace. It feels so good—too good. He feels too close, his pleasure scratching the edge of release.

Then you stutter out a breathy, “I love you, Steve,” and the coil in his stomach snaps without warning.

Steve gasps loudly and his entire body tightens, his face burying itself in you neck as his hips fuck into your snug cunt desperately. He all but collapses onto you, his hands curling around your waist tightly as he lets out a string of pathetically whiny noises, coming undone far too quickly.

It takes a moment for you to realise what’s happened— to figure out exactly why Steve suddenly sinks him cock into you with fervor and is whimpering in your ear. He’s trembling lightly you realise, as your arms sweep down his back, letting him fuck through his orgasm.

The pleasure of it drags out and by the time it tapers out, mortification begins to set in. Steve’s only glad he’s hidden his face so you can’t see his flaming cheeks. Fuck. Fuck. He’s never finished that fast before.

“I’m so sorry, you just feel— and you said—” He starts, voice sounding wrecked.

“Don’t apologise,” you interrupt sweetly. You stroke down his back soothingly and Steve can’t help but shiver. He groans loudly.

“Don’t apologise for finishing after 1 minute like a 16 years old virgin?” He asks, going for sarcastic but failing with the embarrassment tinting his tone.

You can’t help but giggle, hand still sweeping over his back comfortingly as you say, “I don’t think that was even a minute, babe.”

Steve groans louder, attempting to press his face further into your neck and nipping at it when you laugh a little louder. You’re being way too sweet about this. Steve’s not sure he can ever show his face again.

“I’m banning you from saying ‘i love you’ in bed,” He says, the words muffled against your skin. You huff another laugh, grinning, and comb your fingers through his hair.

“Boo.” You pout, knowing he’s joking completely. You’re still throbbing and aching for him to keep moving but you know you only have to be patient. He’ll fuck you just as you need it. “You’re no fun.”

“I used to have stamina,” He whines. “What have you done to me?”

You chuckle again, turning and pressing a kiss to his temple as best you can. “Turned you full loverboy. Soon enough, any time I say I love you, you’ll pop a boner.”

From within you, you feel the soft twitch of his dick and Steve’s breath hitches again. He finally digs his face out of your neck, a serious furrow between his brows. “Don’t even joke about that!”

[chloesimaginationthings]

Since you drew Sun and Moon, have you thought about drawing Eclipse? Or any of the other ruin character (btw I love your art!)

I actually drew eclipse first! Tbh I need to draw more ruin content

[nyaaamato]

🌙

[damndorothea]

[kideaternomnom]

I’ve never understood Mamoru hate from certain Sailor Moon fans. If they only watched the 90s Anime then sure, I can understand given how dirty they did him. However- manga Mamoru?? How?? I can go more in depth as to why he’s interesting along with why his haters are braindead. But for now I’ll just ask this: what is he supposed to do at the beginning?

No seriously...What? Imagine literally being on a search to your identity after you lost both your memories AND your parents, you don’t know who you are. You question who you are. Then you’re just on a search for this random crystal with supernatural monsters and demons all while being a NORMAL HUMAN BEING- oh, and did I mention he’s literally looking for his identity with no clue but a crystal? The fact that he even had the guts to keep going, let alone save Usagi multiple times says something.

[sourtomatola]

You know sleuth detective au right? What if stalker was dropped into that would and replacing sleuth y/n role? What would be their interaction with sun and moon? Would stalker immediately join clips side because their hot? Would stalker be a rich from a rich collector from a well known family who basically tries to find their perfect boyfriend and they stumbled upon sun and moon? What are the implications?

Get out of my head I was thinking the same just a couple hours before getting this ask XDDD

You ready? long post here we go

Stalker would be the daughter of a prestigious family. Always loving the robots, they put together free charging stations for them after the revolution. Being a known inventor, they were always trying to make people’s lives easier, usually specifically animatronics’

Once, at one of the fancy parties their parent’s made them go to, there was a shoot out between the police and some gang you’d hardly heard of. Their sloppy work explained why they wouldn’t last long.

But imagine Stalker’s surprise and delight at the sight of the sexiest and bad888 pair of animatronics’ they’ve ever seen.

They immediately started flirting with the boys. Literally immediately.

Stalker would 1,000% just show up at their house in a sexy dress and wait for them.

Would also talk cases with them and try to invent things for them to make their jobs easier. They would also use their status to get in places they shouldn’t be in to get the dirt the boys need to put the criminals away.

They would also try to play the sexy broad who needs saving, but will often just save themselves so the boys have more time to focus on them.

As for Eclipse’s part in this…

Well, lets just say stalker’s mom is still trying to marry her off

Eclipse is very aware of Stalker’s hobbies besides inventing and has every intention to use that against them.

@naffeclipse

Please please go read sleuth jesters, it's so worth it!!

More stalker comics

[electryone-moon]

Pandora was blessed with The Sight. At least, that’s what everyone always called it. A blessing.

Pandora refused to consider herself blessed. Each night she begged the deity responsible for this cruel joke to take back their gift. What unforgivable crimes had she committed in a previous life?

A Curse. In Pandora’s opinion, that was a much more appropriate word for such an affliction.

Cursed to wake in a cold sweat from nightmares, crying silent tears that didn’t, couldn’t, simply go away with a gentle reminder that nightmares aren’t real.

She knew otherwise.

The house elves always had a hot chocolate ready for her. Regulus was never surprised to find a small figure curled up in his bed.

Pandora was cursed to watch all of her friends die, twice. And both times, she could do nothing but stand by and watch.

[solarisburns]

Don't think about Pandora and Remus, who were never very close, but always friendly, meeting for coffee after each funeral.

First was Regulus, none of the order could be seen at his public funeral, so they had a private one. Them meeting for coffee wasn't even intentional, Remus was trying to find something to comfort Sirius and Pandora couldn't stand the thought of going back to her and Reg's apartment alone just yet. They didn't say anything but they do smile (wince) at one another across the shop.

Then it was Evan. There were more and more funerals these days but this was the second one that really hurt. Pandora couldn't keep it together after the funeral. Two of her boys gone with in a year, her mind and her soul. All she could do was pray to a god she did not believe in for him not to take Barty, not to take her heart. To not take Dorcas who would not look her in the eyes, not to take her lungs. Remus found her crying in the safe house kitchen and made her a mug of coffee before slipping out of the room.

She did the same for him at Marlene's funeral.

Dorcas went two months later and no one surprised. Pandora had left Barty (who couldn't stop sobbing, she hoped a hot drink would help his inevitable sore throat) when she found Remus chugging whiskey. for some reason it made her start crying all over again, they didn't say anything as she she cried and made three cups of coffee. Eventually she snagged the whiskey and put it away while nudging a cup of coffee closer to the werewolf. Remus had been there when Dorcas died, it was a miracle he got out alive (remus didn't think so). they still didn't say anything.

Lily, James, and Peter were thrown the most extravagant funeral of the century. All anyone wanted to talk about was their sacrifice, the son who defeated the great evil, the order member who went down saving muggles. no one wanted to talk about the people who died, who Remus's friends were beyond their deaths. no one wanted to talk about the traitor who killed them. No one wanted to acknowledge the young boy with a lightning scar who was now an orphan. Pandora and Remus went for coffee after the funeral, they talked about anything that wasn't death for an hour, desperate to escape this crushing grief with someone who understands for just one more minute.

Remus brings Pandora a coffee after she's detained for trying to kill Dumbledore after Barty was sentenced to life in Azkaban without trial. All she could say is that Dumbledore lied, he promised to protect them now they were all dead or gone. This was as close to a funeral Barty Crouch Jr. would ever get.

A few years later Remus sits with Pandora and drinks a coffee wondering what the hell he supposed to do now.

He leaves a coffee on her grave, it only felt right.

[kandicon]

Thinking abt mechanisms and tummy again <333

[lovers-instead]

Sapphic YA Book Rec: Good Moon Rising by Nancy Garden

1996 follow-up to Annie on My Mind, this time featuring 2 girls who compete for the lead role in their high school theater department.

Links to download:

Internet Archive (to borrow)

Anna's Archive

Singlelogin.re

LibGen

[bidean-byedean]

fanfic friday; sad baby buck. 2.1k.

Listened to Aisle 6 by Sadie Jean and got feels about Buck being alone for the first time

When I was six, I dreamed of this In a rosier light, now it's fluorescent white Stuck in between myself and me What I'm feeling right now, I think it's lettin' her down Won't somebody tell me it's time to come back home 'Cause it's too late at night to be alone? Oh Why is nobody angry or asking, "Where'd she go?" No one's waiting for me by the phone Won't somebody tell me to come home?

Teen. pre-canon ramblings.

Five weeks. That's how long it takes for Evan to stumble, not counting that first night.

Once he'd stopped driving for long enough to actually take a breath, he panicked. Hungry. Tired. Scared. He had never really imagined doing this without someone by his side. In his head, the open road was filled with laughter, fighting over the radio, and the silence of someone sleeping beside you.

In the short time that Maddie's yes meant something, he'd already planned it out, so close he could taste it.

But Maddie wasn't there. She wouldn't even see him. What kind of goodbye was that? What kind of sister did that? The anger fuelled the first miles, racing down highways, unsteady behind the wheel of the Jeep that he'd never been allowed to drive. Now it was all he had.

That and a duffle bag that looked over-stuffed when he left but now he can't think of a single useful thing in it. After a full cycle of his clothes, Evan missed a hundred things he'd been forced to leave behind. And he still doesn't understand how to not run out of underwear alarmingly fast. And yes, he's considered giving it up entirely.

"Man, I'm telling you! Underwear is part of governmental overreach."

"I don't think Obama gives a shit if you wear briefs," Evan laughs, but Bryan looks livid.

"Of course, you don't get it, rich kid from the white suburbs. Mommy probably bought all your undies."

Evan wants to argue but he doesn't know how without stepping in some weird trap. So he bites his tongue and goes back to scrolling on his phone. Without Bryan's ranting, the TV comes into focus. Some gameshow is on, the one his parents always watch.

If he folds in on himself, Evan can almost imagine he's back home. The soft sounds of canned laughter and cha-ching! when someone wins float by as if coming from downstairs, his parents contentedly not paying attention to him. The blessing and curse that plagued his existence in that house.

"I know a guy who got the clap from not wearing underwear to the gym."

Both of their heads snap toward the new voice. It belongs to a girl Evan's noticed around; she has big sun-kissed curls and her face is covered in freckles. Other than the fact she's hot, Evan wonders what an Australian could possibly find interesting about North Carolina. Coming from a landlocked state, Evan thinks the concept of a coastline is pretty cool, but he imagines that the muddy, estuary-riddled beaches here don't live up to her home.

"That's disgusting," Bryan says as if this whole conversation isn't gross. "Commercial gyms are exploitative anyway."

She shrugs. "You know what they say, if you're gonna get fucked, wear protection. Same thing here."

Evan snorts and she winks at him, which Bryan really doesn't like. Something about alpha males and privileged fuckboys, and who cares because she's got a smile that makes him forget about the hollow feeling in his chest.

About four pints, half a hip flask, three sticky cocktails, and an indeterminate number of shots later, Evan finds himself stuffed into her bunk bed. Thankfully, it's the bottom, so he doesn't have to risk smashing his head open for a lay. She's under him making tiny noises like a kitten mewling, which is more distracting than he anticipated.

He has no idea if there is someone above them but he does his best not to rock the bed too much, fucking into her tightly, her arms around his shoulders. Every time he closes his eyes the world spins and his stomach churns, so he stares at the light on someone's charger, the little green light his anchor as he tries to finish. But every time he thinks he's getting there, his attention slips and he has to start again.

"Hey, can we just sleep?" She asks with a hand on his sweaty chest.

"Oh, yeah, sure."

Surprisingly, she pulls him into her back, his arm draped over her waist. It's nice. He listens to the snoring, the tapping of fingers on phones, the laughter coming up from the street, and holds onto her tighter. Against her warm body, he falls asleep faster than he has in weeks.

The next night, he picks up a bar shift, desperate for cash to put more distance between him and Pennsylvania. In five weeks, he hasn't got nearly as far as he wants.

His venture up into Maine ate up a lot of his momentum before he realised he was just backing himself into a corner, literally, and then he came back down the coast. Enjoying the scenic drive but not stopping for much, even New York. Margaret and Phillip Buckley enjoyed the city, they took Maddie all the time when she was still at home, but Evan only got a few trips before they decided he wasn't worth the effort. So when the sign for NYC comes up, he speeds past it with his jaw tight.

Leaning across his bar is a familiar head of curls and he grins up at her.

"What brings a nice girl like you to a place like this?"

She scrunches her nose and laughs at him. "Cheese on cheese, mate. Vodka soda, please."

Maybe he gives her a few drinks on the house, each with a wink and his best pretty-boy smile, which is fun as long as his manager doesn't clock on. But as the night wears on, the gaps between her drinks become longer and longer, until it's been hours since he caught sight of her. The disappointment is weird. They're strangers, just a drunken fumble between them, but he likes her freckles and her big vowels and the fact she's seen so much of the world he hasn't.

When he clocks out, the manager shoves an envelope of cash in his hand, he goes to the hostel, packs up his shit, and drives south until he stops crying.

Somewhere around sunrise, he pulls into a gas station. He eats an energy bar he can't taste and uses a bathroom that will haunt his nightmares. And calls Maddie. It's not the first or fiftieth time, he's stopped counting. But he keeps calling. It used to ring out.

"The number you have dialled is no longer in service. Please try another."

There is no other number. This is the one in his phone under Mads. It even has a picture of her, an unflattering picture that he screenshotted from the background of some other shot, but it's still her. He's got the scar on his forearm from where she tried to grab his phone from him, screaming at him to delete it.

Okay, they fought a lot. He annoyed her, mostly on purpose and sometimes just by virtue of being her little brother, but they loved each other. There's a reason he begged her to come with him. If she turned up today, he'd forgive her in a second, ready for the real adventure to begin. But all he gets is automated messages and silence.

There's a lot of silence in Evan's life now. Not real silence, of course, he sleeps in dorms that resemble barracks and works in bars and clubs loud enough to leave his head ringing and the Jeep is loud, especially on the wide, endless freeways. But sometimes he finds himself going days without talking to anyone apart from niceties and it leaves him feeling something sickly.

A few of his friends followed up on him when he left, seeming genuinely interested in his great escape. But they have lives, college and actual jobs that take up their time, so the conversations become more and more sporadic.

Honestly, he can't remember the last time someone asked him how he was or where he was.

Did anyone know? Did anyone give a shit?

For a while, he posted on Instagram pretty regularly, updating everyone on his life. But then his aunt commented on something and he got spooked - it wasn't really running away if your parents could spy on your every move - so he stopped. That made things lonelier. He scrolls through everyone else's lives and feels sick when he sees everyone living. His friends grab drinks together at a bar he doesn't know, the girl he liked from his humanities class has a new boyfriend, someone from his high school is in Italy…

He should be in Italy, but he's not. He's in the middle of nowhere on the border of Georgia and Florida, nothing but pine trees and potholes. And no one fucking cares.

No one cares when he has beer for dinner. No one cares when he doesn't come home until the morning. No one cares when he doesn't show up to a shift or skips out on the rest of his dorm booking. No one cares when he keeps driving deep into the night. No one cares what he does or where he is or anything.

And this is how Evan Buckley ends up having a panic attack sitting on the ground at 6:23am.

Because truthfully, he knows that it’s not that no one cares, it's that certain people don't. It's that deep down, he knows the reason Maddie isn't picking up his calls is the same she never let him visit her in Boston and why she gave him the Jeep but couldn't give him her. The guilt is almost too much so it’s easier to be angry at her. It's that the only people who should be blowing up his phone aren't.

Growing up, Evan had limits. Sometimes it felt like he was livestock, surrounded by an electric fence but not quite understanding where the lines were or what the punishment would be. His parents were distant until they weren't. They didn't want him around but he still had a curfew, still couldn't just disappear with his friends for hours on end, eventually the Buckleys would recall him like a farm dog to be locked up for the night.

He gnawed at the bars for years until he figured out the lock. A grazed knee. A chipped tooth. A broken arm. A broken leg. A broken arm and leg. Concussion. Letting the backdoor slam when he snuck in at 2am. Joining the football team; bruised ribs, black eyes, torn ligaments. If he slammed his head against the bars hard enough, someone would let him lie on their lap until he stopped bleeding.

There was no softness for his pain now.

All the bars he should never have been in, too late, too sketchy even for locals, all the alleys he took as shortcuts, all the sofas he crashed on too drunk to keep his eyes open. There were so many pretty words and ready mouths and greedy hands, and Evan fell into all of them. Disregarding the fact that any hurts he collected now were not going to be met with a loving hand, there was no one waiting to pick him up again.

He heaves for breath against the hot metal of the Jeep, his heart too big for his chest or his throat too small for air, or something. Evan has had a panic attack before, many. The world falling away from under his feet, everything too close and too far away, his spiralling thoughts pulling him under like a rip tide. Every wave breaks over his head before he can take a breath, his mouth full of water and salt and regret.

Would his parents ever call?

Would they ever care?

Did he make a mistake?

Is he the mistake?

Can he ever make up for being him?

How far does he need to go before he feels something new?

Is it all a delusion?

Should he turn back?

Would he be allowed?

It's so fucking stupid. All he's ever wanted is to be free, to put as much distance between him and that house, and now he's here, he hates it.

There he said it.

He hates the wandering. The aimlessness. The constantly being new and on the back foot. Evan likes people, he's good with people but for the past few weeks, it feels like everyone is in on a joke that he just doesn't get. Maybe it's him. Maybe everyone knows that deep down he wants his mom to call and ask him if he's coming home.

Suddenly, he thinks of Maddie. The Maddie who always told him there was a world out there waiting for him. The Maddie who said yes to this trip The Maddie who no longer has a way to leave, even if she wanted to. The Maddie his parents didn’t show up for. The Maddie they let drift away from them until she was lost in the fog of Doug. The Maddie who still did her best to show up for him.

Maybe she can't be here, maybe she can't tell him she's worried, but maybe she's still waiting for him to tell her he's okay somehow. He made it out. For the both of them.

Eventually, he can breathe again.

Eventually, he can drive again.

"Welcome to Jacksonville! Where are you joining us from?"

"Hershey."

"Like the chocolate?"

Evan looks at the desk guy blankly and then back at the stack of postcards on the rack. They're kinda silly, very kitschy; beaches, high rises, oranges, all the stereotypes. Maddie would love them.

"Dime a card. We're trying to get rid of them."

"Can I borrow a pen?"

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

Okayokayokay

Loves I just watched Nimona with my little brothers and my dad and it was ✨✨😭😭

I'm not gonna say a lot because ✨ spoilers ✨ but for me it was awesome<3 I didn't read the comics butbut I'm thinking about getting them for my birthday (on August😭😭)

BUTBUTBUT

I need to say something

You see: Ballister and Ambrosius

I see: Wolfstar after the Potter's death.

Sorry I— ABDJSJSNAMMQ

That's it. I love you. Sorry.

Have a gayday:)

(and watch Nimona if u didn't😌😌)

[age-of-moonknight]

I have a question about detective flint...do you know more moon knight comics where he appears? Other than mk 2014 book...I am so weirdly obsessed with him? Or just more curious about his character...ig, he reminds me of Jim Gordon (from batman)

Also happy new year🥳

And a happy new year to you as well because !!! heck yeah, Detective Flint! He's an og from way back in Moench's run on Moon Knight volume 1! (And I'm a little obsessed with him and his very Jim Gordon-esque role too....may we someday actually learn his first name RIP). My research didn't really turn up anything more interesting than what you would normally find on the average "list of appearances" for him, but I'll list them all and then do a further break down after the cut to help delineate where he actually affects the plot versus where he just provides a little exposition, if that's something anyone's interested in. Happy reading!

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #12, #15, #17, #24-25, #33-34, #36-37

[Bonus] Daredevil (Vol. 1/1964), #218

Moon Knight (Vol. 2/1985), #3

Moon Knight (Vol. 3.1998), #3-4

Moon Knight (Vol. 4/1999), #1, #3

Moon Knight (Vol. 5/2006), #8, #13, #17, #20

Moon Knight (Vol. 7/2014), #1, #3, #6, #8, #12, #14

Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #8, #22, #24

Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood (Vol. 1/2023), #3

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #12: Detective Flint's introduction (and where we learn he likes cream, sugar, and a cigarette with his coffee)

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #15: Moon Knight and Detective Flint's professional relationship gets a bit of a rocky start when Flint accuses MK of attempted assassination

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #17, #24: Some one page appearances to provide exposition I mean consultations (although the incident with the bag of potato chips in #24 is definitely worth the price of admission imo, another instance of “comics are why my sense of humor is broken”)

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), ##25: Flint gets stuck between a rock and a hard place in the whole deal with Black Spectre's corrupt machinations

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #33: Appears in a couple panels to crack wise about the futility of trying to stop Moon Knight when he's put his mind to something

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #34, #36: Provides some exposition and makes some collars

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #37: Detective Flint may or may not have been the only thing keeping Marc from dropping an anti-Semitic arsonist out of a window (...I'll keep my opinions to myself)

Daredevil (Vol. 1/1964), #218: This one's a fun little cameo (at least to me, since I hadn't seen it before), where he pops up with Scarfe too

Moon Knight (Vol. 2/1985), #3: Fittingly, they bring Lt. Flint back for a Morpheus case, since those two characters were introduced in the same issue

Moon Knight (Vol. 3/1998), #3-4: Does his thing of providing a couple pages worth of exposition

Moon Knight (Vol. 4/1999), #1, #3: Flint provides as much info as he can, but he's just about as confused as everyone else in this volume (and for good reason, it's wild hahaha)

Moon Knight (Vol. 5/2006), #8: Catches MK up to speed on the new Midnight Man (in the very, very gloomy and fatalistic manner that is characteristic of the Huston run)

Moon Knight (Vol. 5/2006), #13, #17: Flint catches all the cases from when MK was running around carving crescents into criminals' foreheads and isn't particularly happy about it (understandably so, what a run)

Moon Knight (Vol. 5/2006), #20: We follow Flint on the opening investigation into the issue’s “monster of the week” (also includes one of my favorite “dropping in to chat with the series’ cop buddy” panels)

[Anon indicated that they’ve already read Moon Knight (Vol. 7/2014), but if anyone else wants me to break down Flint’s appearances in those issues, please just let me know! :D]

Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #8: Flint does his usual exposition thing for Hunter’s Moon while MK is “indisposed”

Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #22: Flint and Tigra share a page swapping info (both on the new Midnight Man and o MK’s delightful peculiarities)

Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #24: On the scene during the most recent Morpheus incident

Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood (Vol. 1/2022), #3: Shows up at the end of the first story, “Wrong Turn,” to make some arrests and comment on Jake’s thoroughness in wrecking his taxi

Oh! Also, this isn't from a Moon Knight comic, but apparently Warren Ellis included a Detective Flint in the Earth-555 comic, Newuniversal: Shockfront (Vol. 1/2008), issues #1-2. Flint doesn't exactly play a huge role (and I read those individual comics with absolutely no context so I was a little ????), but I had never expected there to be any non-616 versions of Flint out there, so this was cool to find for me at least. Just a fun bit of trivia hahaha

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KICKS DOOR IN IM HERE FOR RTTM HEADCANONS FOR MY SELF INDULGENT FIC UNIVERSE. PRIMARILY TEAM BLUE BC THEYRE THE ONLY ONES IVE SEEN <<33 this is also mostly me bullshitting bc it has been a while since ive seen all of it but!! ill come back and retcon as needed heart emoji

below the cut bc they're long <<33

chache and snake are clones created by The Aliens™️ which i think is canon to mtm but dont quote me on that it's been a while. amy is not- the 33 in her name is an unlucky coincidence.

i cant decide if i wanna be gbu-adjacent (/ij and/or /ref) and have squid be a former blood god or if he is just The Blood God. but either way he is the Kraken as per lovely world lore

stampys immortal and has ✨ magic powers ✨ but rarely uses them. hes skilled in the same kind of wizardry that keen and heinous use, and frequently sends them letters still

snakedoctor1 was just kind of a Normal Dude who got kidnapped by aliens and cloned a lot. .....probably. i dont think about snake lore very often i only know him from mtm and squiddy sundays

superchache1 however was a... nether prince of a sort. he escaped the aliens via being summoned somewhere else, and rumor has it that he's still out there vibing

chache- our chache, 39, and every chache before that- were very firmly told that 1 was dead (he was frequently made an example of as a matter of fact)

chache and snake weren't aware of the aliens plans before the race to the moon ending, and once theyd learned it was the classic theyd grown so attached they rebelled against their creators

ok enough of clone shenanigans ill spoil the plot

amy and squid arent bio family but they grew up together and consider each other siblings <3

stampy has a twin brother, who we simply know as stampylongpants- that's not his real name, obviously, just a long convoluted joke w the familia

this twin brother has. three whole children, two of which are traumatized and adopted unintentionally and the other is probably traumatized and adopted intentionally

stampy is a great-uncle and has a dragon grandniece and at least one robot grandnephew and i will not be elaborating (.....yet)

stampy and squid are qpps sorry not sorry

chache can float. he says it's the hat. nobody believes him

KINDNESS IS REAL

i have no intent of touching shady oaks again though. so who knows how canon-adjacent shell wind up. but my girl WILL be appearing and she WILL be a sassy talking sword

squid is in fact a glowsquid

stampy is the best airship pilot of the three of them its bc he stole The Birdy

chache is vaguely technopathic but has no idea how to properly harness it so will occasionally just panic and like the jukebox will start playing or the quarry will stop/start

if you startle stampy theres like a 25% chance he bursts into flame

he does have a more human form (like squid does) but he rarely ever uses it

squid tends to flip-flop between human and squid on legs. he went full glowsquid once when him and stampy were bickering in the river below their mountain and. swam away

chache technically has a more Creachur-like form but again he has No Idea how to Use It

snake is supposed to be a creeper. something went wrong when the aliens were synthesizing but supposedly theyve since fixed it

stampy is like an 8th warden on his mother's side. usually this manifests in what he likes to call the Lay in Moss Instinct (it's exactly what it sounds like) and protectiveness over his friends

he was a normal dude at first i think but then he got cursed with furry immortality and it's been so long now that he really doesnt remember who he used to be. netty got cursed trying to reverse his curse before they decided they liked being cats better

squiashey is simply stampy's pen pal rn but dw theyll meet and date and get married even if i dont touch on it know it happened

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the way you immediately piqued my interest with the women...... 🧎🏻🧎🏻🗣️🗣️🗣️ AGAHAHAHJSJD also rosa is really cute i'm adopting her on the spot. i'll check the others out later 👀 one more question; how about a pokemon?

AHAJJSAHHSJAAA I KNEW IT I KNEW THE PRETTY OURPLE WOMEN COULD DO WONDERS ON YOU!!!!! I was less confident for the men but the women? hallelujah

ALRIGHT FOR YOUR POKEMON i only gave them 3 because i would embarrass myself for thinking too hard and showing how insane I am if i made a whole team for you /lh ANYWAYS

I'm not sure if you remember, but I actually DID assign you Aron a few months ago! and I still want to uphold that idea that you'd have a silly rock dog (which is funny because that's also steven's pokemon and i didn't even like Steven at the time. foreshadowing?!??!)

the next one is a chandelure, throwing my bias again because I really like object pokemon but this ones a ghost fire type!! it's so.... beautiful to look at do u feel me 🥺🥺👌👌the entire evolution line is literally my favorite thing

and the last one, is empoleon! a water/steel type, it's basically an emperor penguin with arms for steel. very cool. so swag. also its first pre evolutionary design is just A CUTE BLUE PENGUIN ITS JUST A THANG💥💥💥

SO UHHH YES I BASICALLY MADE A POKEMON INSERT FOR YOU WITH AN F/O 👍👍👍 BON APPETIT AHHSHDHAHEHS HOPE YOU ENJOY

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wolfstar cause i can

Sirius: I'm broken and nothing can fix me Remus : * walks into room * Sirius: I'm fixed