#ABOUT -> Greer Nelson

[lastavenged]

it's the hour of the day where i still and think about how greer could have had some very impactful plots/stories and character developments that never went anywhere and/or got magic'd away or solved in one issue.

under the read more rant about it

like the first time that she "went feral" it actually was saying something, and it was impactful, and you show it affected her relationships, almost hurt her team, and then she had a whole arc of meeting the cat people in "hell" / the land within, and had to fight for her soul literally, and reclaimed and showed that her strength came from herself already and she could have control, and had like a whole battle and fight

andd then the next time it happens. it could have been something that expanded on her further transmutation into tigra. but instead theey just had hank shrink her down, literally bottle her away to remove her from being part of the broader WCA plot, and then just had literal agatha harkness magic fix her away. andd it was terriblee.

nd then they had her join team bobbi in WCA and have her going feral and then nothing really comes of that.

and then her relationship with Hank, thre's so much mor that could have gone into; and you don't even have Greer ever really talk about the whole trauma of /Skrull Hank/

andd then they do have an issue where ON HER first session with Trauma immediately resolves all her fears regarding hr pregnancy, and just her whole pregnancy plot line is so poorly done, and again thy literally have trauma magic away the trauma of heer pregnancy.

and then you know its not really acknowledged like the wholee Norman Osborn involvement in that. and then like

Her Red Hood asssault plot line and it carrying over into Academy, was okay. like they did go into like the emotinos and rage she felt about what happened to her, but like you don't really get a lot of moments of seeing her really grappling or what helpss her like actually get through and cope with it. and then Acadmy writer having the gall to hae the studeents DISCOUNT HER TRAUMA as well at least she was r* worded. LIKEE LIKEE THE FUCK. and then her saysing "oh yeah im healed from it i got help" and its like WHERE? WHEN? all we got was FIRSt/ONE therpay session with trauma, whre he showed her her worst fear, and then suddenly she was btter with the pregnancy. but nothing on like HER TALKING about lik what the Red Hood did to her.

anyways. once again. Greer still struggles with control issuees, she's a lot more powerful than her canon part, cause she's grown and gaind control and powere, and she's went throguh a lot to heal, and just she has a merged soul; tigra an greer merged, instead of greer soul only. but it's no longer two souls battle. but just

I AM HAVING THOUGHTS AGAIN.

okay but like.... on some of the good things. when Greer first appears in Aveenger, and it's so CLEAR she clearly doesn't know what sshe's doing and doesn't know how to fit in and be a big time hero, and tries, cauase like HER TRANSMATION IS SO FRESH. she was only The Cat vigilante for such a small time. this is all big and near to her, and hr Tigra transformation at that tieme as also 2 sousl in one person battling for ach other,

but lik her first appearance with the Aveners. 216. iss greeat. and just SHE IS SO INSECURE.

and then like even early WCA you see that. she's not sure if she's Big League hero or strong eenough, and then like YEAH. and that's good. and then her in th original Spiderwoman run, like that's good greer/tigra conteent and just. UGH

I LOVE HER

and she gets shafted with her plot lines. or like half of her truama plots get magic cured and i hate it.

[kaidanalenko]

the midnight mission after marc died

[mxterhyde]

Distracting myself from the tragedy of this issue by making a Tigra appreciation post

[age-of-moonknight]

“Tigra,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #2.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[brw]

Were this a fair and just world Hank McCoy and William Grant-Nelson(Pym) would have met at least once and might even have a cute uncle-nephew dynamic. You think William wouldn't love having an uncle whose furry like him but BLUE??? It would be the coolest thing in the world to him. He'd probably try to dye himself blue afterwards.

[therealraewest]

"Sorry I stumbled into one of your emotional triggers by dressing up as a dead nemesis, here's Time Bandits on VHS"

[moon-knights-balls]

OKAY HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THE LAST PANEL REMINDS ME OF #15 WHERE MARC, STEVEN AND JAKE WORKED TOGETHER WHICH IS?? SIBSISSJ??

ITS THE COLORS MAN, THE COLORS AND THE BUILDING BEHIND THING

ALSO THE OTHER HEROES FILLING UP FOR THEM IS SO OMG OMG IM SOBBING

ESPECIALLY CAPTAIN AMERICA LIKE BROO BROOO

Moon Knight 2021 and Vengeance of Moon Knight starts with Reese which is so AUGH GAH

Man im so excited for this run sksjjs

[izzysarchivedblogs]

greer nelson. blog canon. please read.

OKAY. SO. Given my deep love of Greer Nelson aka Tigra; and having gone through all of her original appearances (re-reading west coast avengers at the moment); I want to draw back in some themes and give a distinct setting and idea for where her character is at with Marvel. This will be vastly headcanon, but it is my canon as Marvel ain't gonna give it to us.

If you read her original stuff with her as Tigra, before she gets put into Avengers; she's a were-woman, now she still will follow what her canon rules on transformation and in terms of her soul (wca agin) that holds true. She started out facing down supernatural creatures, encountering monsters; one of her first spotlights as tigra was in marvel chillers. tigra is a character tied to mystics lore of marvel universe. i need to find the panel, i think it's in new avengers, where dr. strange looks at all potential sorcerer supremes, and tigra is one of them (of many).

i write william as a secondary muse; since he is attached to me writing her mama, greer, and a major part of her character

PLEASE GIVE THIS LIKE IF YOU VIEW AND PLEASE VIEW. It is important to my blog canon, but I threw this under a cut cause it got long.

anyways, i want to bring back some of that older themes seen in greer's stories back into her canon. so here's what is what.

Remember Greer's apartment from New Avengers (2005) (click) -> well, to pull Tigra back into the mysticism of Marvel; her original New York apartment before he was forced to move, was a place to which she preserved Cat People artifacts (both Earthborn and the Land Within Cat People) as well as held onto other magical/mystical items. She also had personal effects of Dr. Joanne Tumolo, Professor Leon, and other Cat People who have passed on. -> After she had been assaulted and had to move on orders from the Initiative; her apartment was raided and all items stolen from her. -> Present day, she is looking to find these items and return them to hers to preserve; on the fact that some have historical and cultural value to the Cat People (especially consider most earthborn cat people are gone), as well as items being magical and thus, needed to be kept somewhere safe

GREER, MAGIC, AND MYSTIC AWARENESS -> While you could not go to Greer and ask her to cast a spell like Dr Strange, Wanda, or Loki. She still has strong senses when it comes to mystics and magic, about to smell magic cast, and has quite a bit of understanding due to her over the years accepting herself as Tigra, the Cat People's mighty protector and mystical warrior. She can use magical artifacts, after all her amulet is illusion magic that allows her to appear human again, and she has ideas that allow her to open the doors to The Land Within, to which she has a sense of direction towards where those are. She can tap into magic on specific occasions, and with training could possible even do spell work; as being Tigra, she is in tune with the mystic arts. She will still turn you over to Wanda or Dr. Strange or others who deal in the mystic arts, since she is still more warrior than magician.

HER BABY'S DADDY -> Holding true to comic canon, Greer does not inform her son or anyone/most people in general the truth about William's parentage. She upholds to the lie that Hank Pym is William's true father, and in a way that is true; he does share genetic makeup to Hank Pym. She will speak fond of Hank, though knowing his shortcomings and problems, because of her son. She refuses to give name or power to the truth; some of that comes from Greer not resolving her own trauma, but greatly comes from wanting to give her son something good to grow up on.

RAISING WILLIAM -> Given that her son is not human, and her own experiences with how people can treat Cat People? Curious, perhaps well-intentioned people reaching out to grab her tail, touch her fur, say something that was vaguely offensive, ask questions because she's not human, doesn't hide her power or who she is. Given her own experience, and know how overwhelming that can be on herself, and knowing how she reacts to a given situation say being grabbed (lashed out with claws), or snapping a no and being adult able to say no; she doesn't want that on her son, knows how children could be and does not trust other parent to teach their kids not to see her son has an object, a pet, a toy despite being a kid like them, their friend. William is homeschooled, because the options for non-human kids that aren't "mutants" and can't hide their non-humaness isn't the best.

SO HOMESCHOOL -> this means that a majority of Greer's time is spent with her son, gathering schooling materials and teaching him; now she does enlist a lot of her super friends, or people she can trust to watch him to give herself time to work or time away, as well as even "jokingly" enlisting friend to be "substitute" teachers, or help him do homeschool work he has laid out. Given that she has chose to take this route for her son's education, so that he can be fully accommodated to his needs and safe from people who don't respect a non-human's boundaries. This can leave her quite frazzled.

MIDNIGHT MISSION -> Following Moon Knight (2022) quite closely, with one addition to this; as she stated was sent by the Avengers (T'Challa) to keep an eye on Moon Knight, but does fully flip on that and simply finds herself involved in MK's work. She does consider herself to work with the Midnight Mission and for Moon Knight to some degree; helping out any of those who seek out the Midnight Mission and its services. She does this as a good friend to Marc, as well as because she does simply want to help people in need.

MIDNIGHT MISSION 2 -> Given that that the House of Shadows is presently inhabiting/tied to the Midnight Mission; Greer is very aware of the House's presence and power, given her mystic attunement, Greer does communicate to the House, mostly speaking kindly to it and thanking it for what it does; doing this in part so that the HoS treats her kindly, lets her in, and may in the future want to continue help and defend her, Moon Knight, and company.

INDEPENDENT WORK -> While the best way to contact Greer is through the Midnight Mission and that is where you would find her and meet her, if hiring her out (paid work; sorry, but the half-avengers pension is not as big as you think and she's a single mom) normally she will be met there, or around the area of the Midnight Mission. Greer does some independent work; typically her services tie to tracking people or objects down, finding lost and missing things, things that don't want to be found, as well various other related services to her using her senses. She has taken a few odder jobs like bounty hunting, but it's never with intent to kill. For the right price, she can do more within reasons.

MONSTER HUNTING -> Bringing back her monster genre themes, Greer would be an ideal for taking on hunting down monsters and cryptids; she's the survival, predator, and hunter instincts to track down and take down. She tends to be drawn to by mystic instinct and attracts monsters as well. Greer can and will take them down; again hired/paid service.

AVENGER? -> If a crisis arose and her number was called, than she would come but otherwise Midnight Mission is as much team work as Greer does. She's a single mom first as well, but she is not opposed to being an Avenger again; and still keeps in touch. After all, she had originally been spying for them.

Verse dependent, but I will occasionally run with Marc being Greer's boyfriend again as the new Moon Knight establishes. Anyways, these are somethings to keep in mind when writing with present day / present canon as well as my portrayal of Greer in general.

[palebluebirdcomputer]

Marc and Greer for clyde.png, as part of the 2023 Moon Knight Mystery Swap hosted by @tiptapricot. Marc is being stoic but he cares about Greer very much. :)

Image description below the readmore. There are also two alternates of the image below the readmore, one with dark windows and one with the characters alone.

Image description: Mr. Knight (Marc Spector) and Tigra (Greer Nelson) in the Midnight Mission. Greer has linked her arm around Marc's and is smiling with her eyes squinted shut. Marc is holding a watering can and standing next to a potted plant with bright orange flowers.

[lollipencil]

In The Pale Moonlight: What If....Cloned?

This idea just popped into my head, and seemed real sweet, so @harleyification, hope you like it!

Enjoy and be gentle ---

To say that none of them had expected the atmosphere in the cave when they drove in was an understatement. Jake wasn't a part of the night's mission, but what little he knew, it sounded perfectly routine. Infiltrate and dismantle a hidden lab doing shady shit.

Quick and easy.

Yet tension hung in the Batcave. "Anyone injured?" Jake asked immediately upon exiting his limo. "Nothing worse than some scrapes," Bruce rasped from his chair at the Batcomputer. "Then, what's with that look?" "...It would be better if you saw first."

Seeing as Bruce wasn't giving a straight answer, Jake sighed mentally to a just-woken up Marc and followed him to the curtained medbay. Jake walked through, and stared.

A small child sat on the bed. Her little feet kicked slightly as Jason and Cass taught her the basics of ASL. Behind her, with a gentle and well-practiced hand, Damian was washing grime that had been caked into the fur of her tail. Already cleaned ears on the top of her head showed the shape of colouring of a white tiger.

At Jake's entrance, she turned to blink up at him with very familiar eyes. "Oh hey," Jason greeted casually, "Look who's finally here." "Found baby," Cass signed to Jake with a soft and lightly mischievous smile. "So, you're my dad," the girl stated more than asked. "...Looks like it," Jake eventually managed to get out.

Smoothly, she pushed herself off the bed and walked up to Jake. When she started to make grabby hands, Jake automatically bent to pick her up. Behind his eyes, he could feel Marc as if he were pressed up against a window as he held her close.

Jake let the switch happen, Marc's arms remained firm and gentle around their unexpected child. For a moment, she blinked up at Marc, before settling with her head under his chin with a soft sigh. Tears formed in Marc's eyes at the feeling of her soft ears twitching against his neck. "I take it Oracle's busy with decryption," he whispered. "Indeed," Alfred walked over with an icepack and handed it to Jason, "And until she is done, I think our young Miss would feel more comfortable upstairs. The cookies should still be warm."

As everyone walked into the elevator, Damian took the opportunity to whisper, "If any of you ever treat her anywhere near how Superman initially reacted to Superboy, I will show you true suffering." "We'd let you."

---

Walking home, Greer Nelson could feel that something was going to happen. Anticipation tingled up her spine. Her eyes didn't stop scanning for unseen threats all the way to her door. Then it surged as soon as she closed the door behind her: "I know that you're there." "I know," a voice replied, "I'm just here to talk."

The sight of a Gotham celebrity in a vigilante's garb was not what she'd expected when she flicked the light on in the living room. "Please tell me you're aware that you're not wearing a mask," Greer stated. "Yeah," Marc Spector-Wayne otherwise known as Moon Knight nodded. "And you're maskless in my apartment, because...?"

He swallowed and parted his cape. White tiger ears framed a small face that held his eyes and nose. "Your DNA was used by a...suspect laboratory in Gotham," Marc explained, "We're here about custody." "'We'?" "He might look like only one dad, but he's actually three," their little girl (who's name Greer needed yesterday) piped up. "Part of the agreement is me explaining what she means by that."

For a moment, Greer took this in: "Ok, I'll order pizza, you're paying." At the slackening of Marc's shoulders as he produced his wallet, Greer prepared for a long night. But, hopefully, one that was worth it.

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking down the comics: Let's get that BREAD (WBN #32-33)

MOON KNIGHT

WEREWOLF BY NIGHT Issue #32: 'The Stalker Called Moon Knight' 

Written by: Doug Moench

Art by: Don Perlin

Published 1975

Are you ready for this? You better be. 

Werewolf by Night was started as a "Marvel Spotlight" in 1972. 

Or did it? 

In 1953, before Marvel was well...MARVEL... It was Atlas Comics. A five page short called "Werewolf by Night" came out. Later, when Marvel formed and comics had a "Comics Code Authority", they approved the use of werewolves and we got our boy Jack Russell. 

Want to know something hilarious? 

The original creators, Roy Thomas, Jeanie Thomas, Gerry Conway, and Mike Ploog had no idea that Jack Russell was also the name of a popular dog breed. Or if they did, they didn't think about it at the time of naming the main character. Readers started pointing it out and they all went, “Huh. So it is.” 

Wanna know something else amazing? 

Greer Grant Nelson, AKA: TIGRA, also got her start in Werewolf by Night in 1974, issue #1 of "Giant-Size Creatures" (later renamed Giant-Size Werewolf)

In the 1980s, Jack Russell didn't really make much of an appearance anymore until Moon Knight #29. 

Our Beloved Doug Moench picked up Werewolf by Night with issue # 20-43 in 1974-1977. 

Moon Knight got started officially in 1980. 

He couldn't get the character out of his head after WBN and neither could the fans. 

So let’s take a look at the birth of Moon Knight and see if we can’t find out why he went from one time villain to full time hero (and full time occupant to my heart). 

One thing to note about Werewolf by Night, we get a lot of narration from Jack Russell himself. And sometimes it's as Jack, and sometimes it's Jack looking at the wolf and others it's the wolf peaking through Jack. 

But us Moon Knight fans are used to different perspectives, aren't we? 

We open on the title page: 

"The tag's Russell, with a Jack in front of it. The kind of name that fits a normal 19 year old dude living out in L.A.--Not the kind of name you'd expect to find slapped on a guy who sprouted fangs, pore-to-pore fur, and wolfish howls every time the moon ballooned full. Unless that guy happened to have a father who was cursed by an arcane book called DARKHOLD --And who inherited his father's curse on his 18th birthday. 

Tough, I usually ain't. But when the Full Moon pokes its ugly puss into my life, I turn into the werewolf--and nobody messes with a dude dressed in fur, claws, and pure MEAN. So why didn't somebody tell that to--

THE STALKER CALLED MOON KNIGHT" 

LOL Yeah. He’s a stubborn idiot alright. 

"Fast, Brutal, and Armed with everything to produce a scream, he was wasting me with no doubt about it. And every time I tried to slash back at the weirdo--My hand exploded in a fire labeled agony." 

Second night of the full moon cycle. The wolf is not doing so hot. 

His hand is broken and he's facing down this angry guy dressed in silver. 

"Get up, you mangy freak!! Get up so I can knock you back down again!" 

He lunches at the masked man only to take a punch to the face. 

"It was called a cestus--as in Glove. Worn by gladiators in the arena. A cestus is spiked. These spikes were silver. Silver is hell on a werewolf." 

He wrestles with Moon Knight who doesn't let up, kicking and punching. 

The whole time Moon Knight yells at him. 

Bystanders watch in awe. 

"Man! That guy's like a tornado on a rampage!" 

"I'm hip--but what's that other dude like--Lon Chaney in a mink--?!" 

LOL oh 1970s...never change. 

Moon Knight addresses the wolf. 

"You've had it, Freak. You're half-way gone and I haven't even started!" 

Moon Knight unleashes his razor blade silver scresent darts on the wolf. 

"It wasn't right. The Moon was supposed to give him strength--fill him with savagery--Not stab him with glaring pain..." 

"Drop Freak! Drop like the wounded beast you are!" 

Moon Knight kicks him, with his Savate Kick, which is a French Boxing style that combines Boxing with kicking. It predates Kickboxing by 100 years and is quite brutal. 

It sends the wolf sprawling. Especially from his silver tipped toe. 

They pause and we get a flash back to the night before. 

"It had started the night before, when an innocent ski-jaunt in northern California had erupted into a blizzard of horror. As the werewolf, I'd almost murdered a cute 7-year-old girl named Buttons... Fortunately, my best friend, Buck Cowan, had other ideas..."

(If you're cold, he’s cold. Bring him inside)

"So I shivered into them and prepared to wait for Buck. You see, I didn't remember the werewolf's little Blood Tussle with Buck--and since Buck was supposed to pick me up here..." 

We see Buck being taken into emergency services and rushed in for immediate surgery. 

"After an hour of waiting, I'd begun to worry... Where was Buck?" 

We see Buck shredded and crashing on the table. 

Jack hitches a ride into down, wondering if his friend is alright. 

We see Buck crash in surgery and they frantically try to get his heart back. 

Jack makes it back to his Stepfather's house. 

"Jack! Are you all right, son?" 

"Sure, Dad. As all right as I ever am the morning after a Full Moon. Why? And where's Lissa?" 

We see the doctors are finished. There is nothing more they can do for Buck. 

"You mean you--You don't remember, son?" 

"Remember what? What?!" 

"Lissa's down at Westwood Hospital, Jack. Topaz called--Said your friend Buck was hurt... Was mauled... He...He might not pull through, Jack." 

Narration: The soft words slammed me, hit me like a thousand crushing mountains--But my only raction was numbness--Disbelief--

"Easy, Jack... Just take it easy, son." 

"Easy? I might've killed my best friend and you want me to take it easy?!" 

Jack is understandably upset.He runs to the hospital. 

Buck is in a coma and "The doctors aren't sure he'll come out of it."  

(Who names their kid Buttons?) 

They tell the group to go home and get some rest. But they decide not to go with Jack. 

"Under the circumstances, we thought it might be best if Lissa stayed with me tonight--at my room-- To keep our minds off Buck--ANd also because well..." 

"Go on, Topaz, say it--Because I've got the Moon-Cooties and you don't want to be around when I sprout fangs again. Well, I don't blame you. I'd stay away from me if I could..." 

Narration: And that was my exit--as petulant as a cry-baby feeling sorry for its own tears... 

Feeling sorry for himself, he heads back for home to apologize to his stepdad before the moon rises and he has to run off again. His hand hurts and he's pretty sure it's broken. 

But as he gets home, the door is already open and he senses something is off. Someone else is in there with his Stepdad. 

"Dad?" 

"In the Den, Jack. There's someone here to see you.." 

Yeah! You get that bread! Delicious delicious bread! 

"Hello, Russell. They told me to announce myself as The Moon Knight. Pretty stupid name--But It'll do as far as you're concerned--" 

Yep. You heard it here first people. 

Now, time line gets a little funky if you try to figure out if this was pre or post death and resurrection by Khonshu. 

This could either be Mercenary Marc Spector for Hire that heard "werewolf" and dressed up in all silver for protection and then got the name Moon Knight and then it later stuck with him after he came back.... OR this is immediately post resurrection (which I find more likely) and it's his first gig. In a later Moon Knight issue we learn that Frenchie had acted as his contact with the group that hired him and the Moon Knight still had no idea what he was doing and still wasn't 100% on board with the 'good guy' routine. In fact, we later learn that the money he made in this job is what helped him get started in Grant Mansion. 

Still doesn't explain why he's like, "Moon Knight? Who the hell picked this name?" And I have to quietly laugh that Marc indeed DID pick the name after he was brought back by Khonshu and the rest of his system was like "Marc, what the fuck? Really? That's what we're going with?" 

ANYWAYS... 

"His voice was muffled under the silver gauze which covered his face like ectoplasm. That was something else I didn't like..." 

Moon Knight explains: Let's say I'm a WORKING Man, Russell, out to do my job and collect my bread. This particular job started down in the waterfront section... Pretty sleazy place--Lots of rats--The stink of filthy Brine--And rotting, sagging warehouses... But one of those warehouses is a lot like that Book you're not supposed to judge by it's cover --Because inside, it ain't rotting or sagging, and the only stink is the smell of money. LOTS of money. I went there on a tip--And found out it was a set-up..." 

We see a bunch of businessmen at a table. 

"So you're Mark Spector." 

"I'm Spector. Who're you?" 

"We'll get to that in time, Mr. Spector. Right now, I find your dossier immensely interesting... Soldier of fortune, mercenary, veteran of THREE African wars, FIVE south American revolutions, Brief flirtation with the C.I.A., Weapons expert, versatile practitioner of virtually all the martial arts, ex-prizefighter, marine commando for Eight years prior to beating a Lieutenant within an inch of his life...Et cetera." 

"So your research department is hot stuff. So what? I was told there'd be money down here. What do I do to get it?" 

Okay so... We don't ever get this dossier again guys. THIS is the dossier of Marc Spector (despite that they spell it Mark here). In fact, they never really review Marc's past in the later comics again. They just say he's well versed in combat. 

That...That is a lot of combat. A lot of war and a lot of revolutions. And we know he wasn't always on the right side of the revolutions. We know he was a boxer, but the prizefighter bit is new. So is the 8 years Marine AND the beating a lieutenant part. We can assume he was discharged after that. That's interesting. 

So when writers forget that MArc knows what the hell he's doing... I have to frown at them a lot. Marc is dangerous. Marc decided he was going to be worth the money and he damn well was. 

Back to the gentlemen! 

"I admire your directness, Mr. Spector, and shall endeavor to emulate it. First, we want you to open that compartment now rising from the table... Then don the rather unique costume you will find inside it. ANd utilize every weapon accompanying that costume..As well as your inherent abilities--To capture and deliver to us a werewolf named Jack Russell. Upon Delivery, you will receive this. Then thousand dollars." 

WELP. There you have it. (But again... take this history with a grain of salt. He wasn't supposed to come back.) 

"That's the story, Russell. Me, I don't believe in werewolves--But the committee's got ten grand that does--So who am I to argue?" 

Ah, the COmmittee. A group of people out to capture the werewolf in some attempt to try to harness its power. 

We see them come back in Moon Knight Issue #4. 

Moon Knight tells Russell that he either goes easy or gets delivered as 'bruised goods'. 

"My head was swimming through queasy nausea as he stalked forward. Was it the pain in my hand or had the Moon festered into a darkening sky? 

My Stepfather decided the issue." 

His stepfather tackles the Moon Knight and tells Jack to run. 

Jack makes a run and starts to feel the Wolf taking over. 

Above him he hears a Helicopter giving chase, tracking him. 

"That's our man up ahead, Frenchie..." We see Moon Knight and Frenchie in the chapter. (Even back then we got the pair and this makes me happy.) "ANd he's just made me a believer in werewolves." 

For once, the werewolf cares not about the scattering humans in the street. He knows the chopter is the target of his distress. 

Moon Knight climbs down the ladder in pursuit. 

I mean... How many people will go, "WOW .Werewolves are real?!" and then proceed to get into a fight with said werewolf? 

AND WIN THE FIGHT. 

One of the spectators decides that enough is enough and he calls the police before these crazy things decide to eat them or something (Moon Knight included. Dude just tackled a wolf creature and got into a fight with it on purpose). 

The police take a moment to digest this info.

"Some comic book weirdo is sluggin' it out with a werewolf on a street corner in Westwood." 

Yeah, that sounds about right. 

They try to call in the local expert, but he's on vacation. 

At this point we start to head into Werewolf by Night lore and back story. I'll admit... I've never actually READ werewolf by night. So all of this is very new to me and I have no explanation for who these people are or what's happening. So I'm going to skip a bit of what I'm SURE is important to the long run of the story but will not come up as important to these two key issues we're focusing on. (But you can bet your buppie that I'm going to start reading it. This hat is in my bag. ...This 1970s talk is getting to me.) 

Meanwhile, the two girls from before, Lissa and Topaz, are worrying about Buck and Jack. A helicopter lands and ....Frenchie....what are you doing? Did you learn this from watching Marc? Don't bust through windows! 

(I’m not counting this. But I should.) 

Back with Moon Knight and the Wolf. 

"I slashed, still favoring my broken hand--and growled in fury as he deftly evaded my raking talons. He'd produced a new weapon now. It looked like a Truncheon. And it was definitely silver." 

(No don’t chew it! Someone put the cone of shame on him!) 

And there’s Moon Knight, getting to know the ground. He and the ground are gonna be best friends in future runs. 

Moon Knight uses his truncheon to beat the beast and finally the wolf goes down. On cue, Frenchie arrives in the chopper with both girls. 

This issue comes to an end with Moon Knight GETTING THAT BREAD. 

Moon Knight is also about to have what I lovingly call: A BAD DAY. But that’s in the next issue. 

Werewolf By Night Issue #33: ' Wolf-Beast vs Moon Knight' 

Written by: Doug Moench

Art by: Don Perlin

Published 1975

You guys. I can’t wait to show you that Moon Knight’s bad decision skills dates back to his first appearance. You have no idea. 

TITLE PAGE! 

I love how they get the names of the people involved in this comic and they put it into the pictures. 

Also... We witness the first of many bad decisions. 

The chopper continues to rise and the police open fire. 

He’s doing fine. 

We got more exposition that I'm going to skip because it has more to do with the overall arch of the WBN story and nothing that will come into play in this two part story. 

Now we come to the helicopter flying out over the dock and water. 

Welcome to part 1 of Moon Knight's bad day. 

“No, you stupid idiot! We’re five-hundred feet up!!” 

Buddy.... Pal... Bestie... 

Narration: But the werewolf didn't care. He was mad. So mad that he'd even forgotten about his broken hand... 

They splash down into the water. 

"Mangy Freak! The Committee's payin' me ten grand to bring you in alive--And you almost drown us both before I even--" 

Narration: The fight wasn't out of the werewolf yet... In fact, I was just beginning to roar. 

"Crazy fur coat with fangs--! I musta told you a dozen times--The committee wants you alive! And if you can't get that through your hairy head--I'm gonna have to pound it in!!" 

Narration: And in the pounding there was pain--Pain caused by Moon Knight's arsenal of silver weapons...His studded cestus, punching at me...Even the crescent darts, still embedded in my bristling skin... But even if the werewolf had understood the threat silver posed to him, I doubt it would've made much difference. He still remembered the beating he'd taken from this foe. The memory made him MAD...And the rage demanded revenge. 

"Not again, beast-man--I'm getting tired of this!! Watch out you stupid--" 

And back in the water they go. 

Narration: We hit the pacific for the second time... The water shot fire through my shattered hand, made it throb like a hiccupping balloon... But what was that compared to the beast's life-and-death lust for vengeance--? Answer: Bright nothing, wrapped in pretty bows of bloody violence. So we fought, both struggling to escape hell... 

Narration: ...Each determined to win that struggle... And each to leave the other behind. It was the werewolf who won, breaking free of hell with gasps and wheezes... 

I hauled myself onto the rotting planks, still gasping... But triumphant. 

Or so the werewolf thought. 

"Hold it, mange-puss... I ain't heard no count of ten yet..." 

Moon Knight no... 

Narration: It was impossible. I'd slashed, clawed, mauled, and choked him--ANd he wanted more, still MORE--! I gave him more, a vicious roundhouse slash... But the Moon Knight clutched for that slash and he yanked. Hard. 

And they go back into the water. 

Moon Knight climbs back out a moment later. 

"God, that thing's dynamite on wheels...Never fought so hard in my life... Gotta rest... Catch my breath... Before he surfaces again... ALREADY?!" 

Narration: Yeah, already-And the fever was too high to quit. It was long overdue, and the werewolf had long since paid for it in pain... 

It was time for the payoff--For returning favors--And for doing unto the other until what was done... COuld never be undone.

The wolf beats on Moon Knight for a bit. He’s pretty ticked off. 

Moon Knight's pretty exhausted at this point and the wolf is starting to get the upper hand. 

But then... Whoopse. It's morning! 

The night is over and the wolf turns back into a very beat up sad Jack Russel... 

You know how I know this is Marc? (Aside from the fact that this is Pre official Moon Knight and Jake and Steven haven’t been written into existence yet). THE BAD DECISIONS. 

Someone yells down to them and Moon Knight thinks it might be the cops. But it turns out to just be a drunk guy heading home after a night on the town. 

"Well, thank the moon for small miracles... But I still can't believe I saw this guy change like that...My darts must be hurtin' the poor freak. Might as well take 'em out.." 

Frenchie arrives and Moon Knight once more carries Jack up the ladder towards that bread. 

Back at the hospital, Buck woke up only briefly to call out for his friends then fell back asleep. 

The doctor informs the lady that "whatever mauled Mr. Cowan inflicted extensive damage to his sacral region--His lower back--Severing oth the sciatic and femoral nerves. We've done our best, but he still might be paralyzed from the waist down... If he emerges from the coma." 

Yup. Can confirm. You need those nerves. That's not good news. 

Back with Moon Knight! He is now before the committee and he's brought along the two girls and Jack. Time for bread day.

"All right bozos--You've already stalled the whole day in some top secret meeting-and I ain't waitin' any longer! I brought you your pigeon. Now where's my bread?!" 

"You've brought us an unconscious kid, Mr. Spector...Or should I say Mr. Moon Knight? You seem to be taking that costume rather seriously... But as I was saying, we still have no proof that you have delivered a bona fide Werewolf. Indeed, we can't even be certain that this young man is Jack Russell..." 

The committee also show skepticism that one of the two girls is Jack's sister "and therefore destined to become a werewolf herself someday." 

The committee decides to wait until the final full moon appears that night and they can see for themselves. 

Moon Knight is displeased. 

"I oughta smack that scummy nose right down your throat." 

If it were me, I would not mess with this man. He just spent a whole night fighting a werewolf. 

Jack wakes up to find himself still in a lot of pain and locked in a cage. 

The committee tell Jack that they plan to keep the werewolf as a pet to release when they want certain people murdered. 

As one might imagine, Jack is not on board with this plan. 

He turns to Moon Knight :

"And YOU, crusader rabbit--Are you in the habit of getting paid for slamming people into CAGES?! That's right, I said PEOPLE! Are you shocked to hear that I'm an honest to god Person? Or have you been trying to forget it?! Well, I'm gonna give you a refresher course, Pal... I may be a werewolf--But on my nights off I'm still human! And Believe me, Fancy pants, being the werewolf is a far worse cage than these stinking bars!" 

And the moon rises and he starts to change. 

The committee is all shocked to see him change. 

The wolf is NOT happy to be caged. 

The committee members congratulate Spector "Or Moon Knight if you prefer..." 

(Isn't that so interesting? Even in this early issue where he's just a one off character and no history or past drawn up yet, they still can't get his identity right? What were you planning Mr. Moench? Even back then?) 

Moon Knight doesn't say anything, simply watches the wolf freak out in his cage. 

Jack's sister yells at him. Accusing him of selling Jack to people who want to "turn him into the murderer he's always feared he would become! The murderer he's always fought to avoid--Even when it tore his soul in two!!" 

"Don't listen to her, Marc. Sure, he's her brother... But he's still just a freak--just a beast... Why worry about a beast?" 

Narration: Moon Knight took the money... And stared at me again... 

"Just a beast, all right... But at least a cleaner and more honest beast than you slimy slugs! At least he's a beast with guts! A beast who fights ony to be free! And that's the kind of fight I support, Lard-Butts!!" 

Moon Knight kicks open the bars! That's one hell of a kick. 

The wolf is loose! And the Moon Knight has changed sides! 

I gotta respect that one member in the back... 

"But I... I don't even carry a gun! I'm just a businessman! You guys dragged me into this werewolf deal because you said it would be good for the economy!" 

"We're ALL businessmen, Hicks!" 

"Yeah--And you're all goin' outta business now!! Especially your two-ton leader.. So I'd advise him to get his lard in gear--Unless he wants it kicked from here to Monterey!" -Moon Knight. 

Narration: The Silver one--The one with the PAIN. He was the one I wanted... But he ducked. 

The wolf soars past Moon Knight and attacks one of the men with guns. 

"Sorry, Fido--But if there's one thing I've learned, it's more fun fightin' with you than against you-- So go get 'em Tiger!" 

"Holy Smokes! Almost forgot the two chicks Frenchie nabbed... With allthe lead flyin' around here, they're liable to turn into swiss cheese." 

Good job Marc. You're doing great there. 

He cuts the two girls down and tells them to make a run for it. 

"But what about Jack?" Jack's sister cries out. 

"Just get outta here! He can take care of himself!" Moon Knight shoos them away. 

"Come ON, Lissa. I don't know what turned that man from a villain into a hero, but he's right--! At this point, Jack has a far better chance than we do--" 

The girls get out and Moon Knight and the Wolf keep fighting through the bad guys. 

Narration: On our own or not, the committee was falling to pieces. Most ran. Others fell. The Moon Knight seemed to geta kick out of it, batling like some gayblade swashbuckler straight from Errol Flynn country... 

(What)

"And Another gabardine hits the dust!" 

(What?) 

(I'mma play it straight with you... The 1970s language is 100% a thing. It's even better when you remember Marc is from Chicago so all this is probably said with a pretty stiff chicago accent and I'm crying cause I'm trying not to laugh so hard right now. I’ll just let you read through those lines yourself and slap a strong chicago or new york accent on that.) 

ANYWAYS….. 

Moon Knight punts the guy to the wolf who lets off a little steam on him. 

All the bad guys are taken care of. This just leaves Moon Knight and the Wolf in the room alone. 

Narration: Fatso hit the floor like rubberized Jello, and when the quivering stopped...it was just the two of us. I growled, softly...

"Now wait a minute, Pal. You 'n me just fought together. That makes us brothers of the blood where I come from... Where's your sense of camaraderie? Even Frenchie's got some o' that." 

Marc... 

"All right--If that's the way you feel about it, I'm going' I'm goin'! I may've fought you for ten grand--But I sure ain't gonna do it for free...!" 

....he jumps out the window. 

"And they used to say I was antisocial... I'll send you a bill for the cape, Pal. Ciao!" 

(and they did send a Bill to fix that cape. A Bill Sienkiewicz to be exact.) 

WELP. I’m sorry to tell you I don’t know if Buck will live or walk again. (I’m sure he’s fine). But this ends Moon Knight in Werewolf by Nigh! 

He appears in several things before 1980 when he gets his own official run. He pops in with the Hulk (in that run we meet Randall. Then say goodbye to Randall) and he also gets a few spotlights. 

The fact that he was supposed to be a one time villain and in just TWO issues, we got so much characterization and tidbits of back story (I’d love to explore that antisocial comment he made back there.) that they couldn’t help but give him more chances. I swear, in these two issues, we got a better look at Moon Knight than I’ve seen certain OTHER writers give him! 

And if I hadn’t of fallen in love with him back when I did, just reading through these couple of issues would have me head over heels. His tenacity, his poor decisions, his repeated trip into the water… This man came out fighting for his life and he’s he went out fighting. 

Here’s to you, Moon Knight. The only person in the whole Marvel Universe stupid enough to fight a werewolf for a solid night and then try to make friends with that werewolf. 

[lastavenged]

[ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze ( @ greer <3 )

It's getting harder for her to remember to slow down.

Life has been take care of son, Midnight Mission, take care of son, Marc's gone, take care of son, Midnight Mission, take care of son, argue with Reese, take care of son, stakeout with Hunter's Moon, take care of son, missed therapy appointment, William's bitten another kid this is why she was just going to home school him, world crisis.

Somewhere in that repeating list of stresses there was a girlfriend. Her girlfriend, in fact, whom she loved very much. One of her best and oldest friends on top of all of that. It's not that she had intended to throw her by the wayside, but Jessica has been a trooper. She knows that she gets it, that she has Spider-woman and mom busines of her own to worry about.

Greer feels bad about being late when her girlfriend had texted her to come meet her up on the roof of one of those really nice buildings that had a garden at the top. Whose was it? Neither of them probably knew but getting around the skyline and cityscape was easy for the both of them.

Much to her surprise, her girlfrend is still there, even if the woman had told Greer that it was fine and insistent she just show up. She's got a blanket and Jess snacks, looking absolutely gorgeous and with her hair lightly breeze blown and in one of her favorite jackets. She's always had such style and Greer stares at her for a moment, almost shocked and confused what was going on.

It's a date; something they've probably both desparately needed. Sons were already covered for the night, bump in the night work she had already been dealing with when she got the text, then the phone call. It had occured to her as Jess pulls her to sit down, lay down along side her and stare at the night sky (even if they both know New York is terrible for stargazing) that she hadn't actually seen Jessica in days, maybe even weeks.

At some point, she starts just gazing at Jessica as she tells her about every little detail of the past few weeks that she's missed. Her misadventures with Carol to asses she kicked to dropping a carton of milk while grocery shopping. There's a lot to hear about. A purr starts that she really can't bring herself to hush up as she moves to crawl over the other woman and lay on her. Greer may be quite a bit bigger than Jess, but she doesn't think her girlfriend would mind.

She had needed this, maybe they both had, but her girlfriend being right her as here as her pillow? It's the perfect reminder that she needs to slow down and do this a lot more, ❝ Mhhm, I'm listening. ❞ Greer adjusts herself carefully, more so this wasn't uncomfortable for Jessica (her body can contort; tiger-like physiology) and pulls a hand up to comb from Jess's hair, ❝ Yeah, stars are nice tonight. ❞ Her green, glowwing eyes are only fixated on Jessica.

[spiritsglade]

15 and 16 for dick or bruce?

[character ask game]

15 & 16 are the fav/least fav ship questions and. well.

i'm gonna be so for real i don't really know that much about dick or bruce canonically outside their relationship to jason (because i sure have a favorite) and the immediate batfam. i don't engage with dc ship content very often. so i'm just gonna speedrun vaguely the ships i have opinions on off the top of my head, based on what are mostly first impressions.

bruce

batcat - they're fine. cute. the part where bruce reveals his identity to her in hush was very nice!! made me care about them for a bit even though i was only reading that comic for jason lol. unfortunately i like a different 'i am the vengeance of the night' vigilante and his catgirl girlfriend better. im sorry selina kyle and bruce wayne you have nothing on those like... 3 panels of marc spector and greer grant nelson i am rotating around in my brain daily

brutalia - very interesting to me!! particularly from talia's side where she has to choose between loyalty to her father and how much she cares about bruce. the fact they can't ever have something stable and long term is what makes them compelling. i am ignoring whatever the fuck morrison did to talia

superbat - fun. they're cute. think it's the bruce ship i've seen the most fan content of. i think i like clois more but i am capable of multishipping.

i saw some funny panels of him failing to date vicki vale once. that was entertaining

batjokes - someone tagged a post of mine that was not even about them with the ship one time so now i just hate them regardless of justification. i don't know what the appeal is i assume it's some unhealthy fucked up corruption arc thing. good for you i guess but personally i am blowing up the joker forever and killing him with hammers.

dick

birdflash - i have read a couple fics with them i think but it's been several months at this point. they're cute. i feel like i know nothing about wally after all of those fics. victim of a bat-centric fandom i fear

dickbabs - i like them in a 'they were never gonna work out in a long term' way. i think that's interesting. the love was there but they have changed so much that they can't be together in that way anymore. it's a special kind of bond you develop after that, i think.

him with kori - don't know much about them. kori misses him in rhato and it made me feel emotions beyond deep and unabiding hatred for the writer, which is more than the writing in that run usually does for me. i've seen enough that i'm curious enough to check out more.

read a couple dickroy fics that i liked once. they have something complicated going on, from the looks of it. good for them.

i do not ship him with catalina just to be entirely clear. but i did actually read the nightwing comics post 93, unlike the rest of his canon content. his absolutely horrendous mental health during this era was so interesting and i wish it was explored further. i feel like with comics it is so easy for the reader to just go along with dick's 2 billion facades over his real feelings. i wish we saw those real feelings a lil more. as a treat.

[franciegummstarstruck]

My new JG fanfic, "Soldier Boy"..

Judy was seated in a sleek set chair, lightly puffing on a cigarette while listening to another one of Mr. Louis B. Mayer's lectures inside his stark white pretentious studio office.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Judy. Your mother has informed me that you're spending too much time at night clubs. Dating men twice your age and staying out much too late for a girl your age.." Mr. Mayer grumbled while organizing a stack of papers on his enormous desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mayer. I will try to get in earlier..but I am over eighteen. And I can assure you, the men I go out with are complete gentlemen." Judy confidently replied.

"All gentlemen are wolves." he retorted.

Judy low-spiritedly looked down at her lap.

"Why, a young lady like you can get in all kinds of trouble running around night clubs with over sexed actors and Latin lovers. Just the other day, I read in some movie magazine that you and Tony Martin were seen French kissing over cocktails at Ciro's!"

Judy's big beautiful brown eyes popped out and her mouth fell open.

"But, Mr. Mayer. That never happened. Although, I admit it would've been sorta nice if it had.." she replied with a teasing smile.

"Stop behaving like a silly schoolgirl! This studio is not paying you to flounce around Hollywood as a party girl. You are one of the most important stars on the lot and we're going to make sure your reputation stays untarnished." he fired back.

Judy soberly looked at Mr. Mayer and gently put out her cigarette in the ceramic ash tray resting on the studio executive's desk.

"And that's another thing..you're not to be seen smoking in public. Photographers are everywhere in this town...it's bad for publicity. Your wholesome image is important. The studio is going to protect that image for as long as you're under contract here, young lady." Mr. Mayer continued.

"Greer Garson smokes in public." the pretty young actress spoke up.

Mr. Mayer flashed a stern look at Judy.

"Ms. Garson isn't America's little sweetheart."

"America's little sweetheart? I thought that was Shirley Temple." Judy sassily replied with a cute chuckle.

Unamused, Louis B. Mayer straightened his necktie and took off his glasses to clean them with a nearby handkerchief.

"Judy, I want you to know that I've come to think of you like a daughter. I'm proud of you. So proud of your work. Don't you realize that whatever I advise you to do or not do is for your own good?"

Judy dutifully nodded with a sigh.

At that moment, Mr. Mayer sprung up from his leather chair.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I visited the set of "Naughty Marietta" back in 35' and directed a scene with Jeanette MacDonald?" he boasted, putting his spectacles back on.

"Yes, Mr. Mayer, I think so." Judy answered.

Of course, she had heard him recount that tiresome story many times before in meetings over the years, but always listened with wide-eyed eagerness.

"There was this long flight of stairs..and I showed Jeanette exactly how she should glide down those steps into Nelson Eddy's arms.." Mr. Mayer dramatically rattled on, taking out of his desk drawer an old ostentatious wig.

"So help me, if he puts that ghastly thing on top of his head and starts singing I'm leaving.." Judy mused.

Mr. Mayer went on and on about how he saved the picture from disaster and with steel tears in his eyes began to croon a few lines of "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life" while pretending to showgirl-like walk down a flight of imaginary stairs.

Judy held back from wanting to burst out with laughter watching this grown man cavort around the room like an idiot.

Just then, there was a brisk knock on the door, interrupting Mr. Mayer's impromptu performance. All at once, the movie mogul halted his act.

"WHO IS IT?!" he belted out, wiping his brow with a hankie.

The door swung open and to Judy's sweet surprise, there stood a tall, gorgeous Navy sailor boy.

"Who are you?" Mr. Mayer snapped.

"I'm Guy Madison. I had an appointment today, sir." the serviceman answered with an apprehensive smile.

Judy turned around in her chair and felt her heart flip looking up at the hunky young man.

Louis B. Mayer glanced down at his wrist watch.

"Oh, that's right. It completely slipped my mind. Well, you'll have to come back in another hour, young man. I'm running a little behind schedule today." he brashly replied, clearing his throat.

The wavy haired young man glanced down at Judy for a moment.

"Oh, excuse me. How do you do?" he shyly mumbled.

Mr. Mayer took his wallet out of his suit pocket and frisked out a few dollar bills.

"Here, go and get yourself some lunch at the commissary. And keep the change."

"OK. Thank you, sir." he said, briefly stepping inside the office to take the cash from Louis B. Mayer's right hand.

Judy pensively watched young Mr. Madison scat out of the room while Mr. Mayer returned to his desk.

"Ok, Judy. That's all for today. You can go now and enjoy your lunch, too. But, remember..no splitting a burger with another actor or indulging in a slice of cake. You have to stay pretty and slim for the camera."

"Yes, Mr. Mayer." she muttered in a lamblike tone. "I've got to find myself another job." Judy thought to herself.

⋆˙⟡♡₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊♡⟡˙⋆ ⋆˙⟡♡₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊♡⟡˙⋆

Arriving at the studio commissary, Judy decidedly joined a table occupied by fellow starlets, Ann Rutherford and bathing beauty newcomer Esther Williams. The ladies exchanged pleasantries and then dived into usual girl talk after ordering their lunch plates.

Judy was served a pineapple cottage cheese salad with a bowl of chicken broth soup and a small glass of coke. While Ann and Esther were indulging in big fat juicy cheese burgers and tall milk shakes. Both gals offered to split their burgers with Judy but she politely refused. She had to stick to a strict low-calorie diet at the studio in order to stay on the payroll.

"Gee, Judy. I don't know how you do it. I'd faint from hunger if I had to follow a liquid diet like that!" Ann exclaimed.

"Believe me, it's not easy. But, what can I do about it? I have to keep myself slim for the movies." Judy replied, sipping her bland soup.

"You need to revolt! You're one of the biggest stars at MGM. They need you more than you need them. Movie goers love you..and it has nothing to do with how slim you look." Esther spoke up.

"That's easy for you to say, darling. You can eat anything and not gain a pound!" Judy quickly responded.

"It's all that swimming Essie does" Ann chimed in.

"That's true..the studio has me kicking underwater most of the time!" Esther replied with a wry chuckle.

Just then, a good-looking serviceman, seated all alone at a table, caught the attention of Ann.

"Who's that dreamboat?" she uttered while finishing her strawberry milkshake.

Judy and Esther turned around to look at the handsome gentleman from across the room.

"Wow. He is dreamy. I've never seen him before. Must be a new guy around here.." Esther said, swooning.

"He is a new guy around here. His name is Guy Madison." Judy nonchalantly replied.

"You mean to say that, that cute guy's first name is Guy?!" Ann inquired with a giggle.

Judy smiled and nodded.

"That's right! We met informally in Mr. Mayer's office this morning.."

Esther softly interrupted, "Don't look now..but he's looking your way, Judy."

"He probably wants to come over to our table and strike up a conversation. Well, whatever..I've got to run, girls. I have a hairdresser appointment. The next time you see me, I'll be a redhead!" Ann lively expressed, rising from her chair.

The ladies heartily giggled.

Then, Esther looked down at her tiny gold wristwatch.

"Oh, my goodness. I'm gonna have to scat too. I have a meeting with some photographers at the pool. Call me later, Judy honey. You can tell me how it worked out with your sigh guy." she exclaimed with a wink.

After Ann and Esther said, "Toodles" to Judy, the dashing young sailor made his way over to her table.

"Hello, again." he warmly said, with a nice grin.

Judy felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach.

"Hello." she uttered with an inviting smile back.

"May I join you for lunch?" he asked.

"Yes, of course." she replied.

Guy took a seat straight across from Judy at her table.

"You're awfully pretty close-up..you know, you're the first movie star that's said a word to me all day...I guess around here I kinda look like a misfit..my Navy uniform and everything.." he rambled on in a sweet, vulnerable manner.

"Gee whiz. He's so open and genuine, it's refreshing. Not like most of the men I've dated" Judy mused.

"Are you an actor?" she asked.

"No, but my agent thinks I could be." Guy replied with a boyish grin.

A waitress came by with the serviceman's lunch after realizing he moved to Miss Garland's table. A large delicious looking steak sandwich with hash browns and onion rings. And a cup of coffee.

"This looks great, thank you." he said, looking up at the waitress.

Judy's big beautiful brown eyes widened, eyeing all that scrumptious food across the table.

Guy couldn't help but see her reaction and remarked, "Would you like half of my sandwich? The lunch they served you certainly didn't look very filling."

"Thank you..but I'm not allowed to split a sandwich with another actor. I'm on a strict diet. Studio rules." Judy replied with a deep sigh.

Guy reached for a fork and knife, cut his steak hoagie in half.

"Well, I'm not an actor yet. I'm a first class Navy seaman. So, you won't be breaking any rules."

Judy burst out with a cute giggle that wrinkled her nose.

"That's right!" she said, discreetly taking a half of Guy's tasty looking sandwich off his plate.

"I sure hope the studio doesn't put me on any crazy diet. That's if, I get employed. I'm crossing my fingers. My agent luckily got me an appointment with Mr. Mayer today. I sure hope Mr. Mayer won't hold it against me, interrupting your meeting like I did earlier. I feel like such a dope." he confided, while munching away at his lunch.

"Don't worry about that! Mr. Mayer's bark is worse than his bite! I'm sure he's forgotten all about it." she encouragingly replied, kiping an onion ring off his plate.

Guy chuckled and playfully slapped her hand.

"Tu es un mignon petit briseur de règles." he uttered.

Judy flashed a quizzical look back.

"What does that mean?"

Guy cheekily leaned forward.

"It's French for, you're a cute little rule breaker."

Judy threw back her head in laughter.

Guy picked up the menu on the table.

"Now, let's see what sounds good for dessert.." he mumbled with a grin.

"Do you speak French, fluidly?" she asked.

"Yeah. I picked it up while stationed for a few months in the South of France." he casually replied taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh, I'd love to visit Paris someday!" Judy said enthusiastically.

"A couple of shipmates and I drove up to Paris for a weekend. It was beautiful, if you like old buildings, art museums, and French pastry...you know, there wasn't one hot dog stand around?" he bluntly expressed.

Judy snickered and snuck another onion ring off Guy's plate.

The good-hearted sailor boy chuckled.

"Do you like chili dogs? You know, it's kinda funny..once I ordered a bowl of chili and a hot dog at The Stork Club in New York. I poured the chili all over that hot dog and the waiter just about had a fit..not to mention my date!" he vocalized with an impish grin.

Judy chuckled.

"I love hot dogs..but I've never ordered one at a night club!" she replied.

Guy broke out with a hearty chuckle. And then, suddenly, the young man grew quiet, noticing the time on a wall clock in the commissary.

"Well, Judy. It's been a lot of fun talking with you over lunch..but, I'm gonna have to scoot. I don't want to be late for my appointment with Mr. Mayer."

"Oh, I understand. I've enjoyed our chat and thanks for sharing your lunch with me." Judy replied with a wink.

She then took a little pen out of her purse, scribbled her phone number on a napkin.

"Let me know how your meeting went later on.." Judy replied, handing the napkin to the cute sailor boy.

Guy beamed.

"Thanks, I will!..and if you're not busy tonight, would you like to see a show or go out dancing? I've heard there's a great new rhumba band at Ciro's." he mentioned.

"I'd love to. Ciro's is my favorite night spot!" Judy bubbly replied.

"Then it's a date!" he said with a big smile.

"We'll order chili and hot dogs..and you can teach me French.." she uttered with a winsome smile.

Guy burst out laughing.

"I don't think you can learn French in just one night." he quipped.

"Well, we can start with the basics. Like, for instance..a kiss.." Judy flirted back.

Guy blushed all over.

"A French kiss??"

"Yes! I'm dying to learn and this time, the press can finally print something true about me for a change!"

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ The End ♥

@KristenRaeJohnson

[age-of-moonknight]

“Tigra,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #2.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[mastcrmarksman]

MASTCRMARKSMAN ⸺ headcanon & 616 comics based Clinton Francis Barton aka the Amazing Hawkeye. written by Izzy (27, they/them).

➳ RULES (carrd) // ➳ Opt-in (post) // ➳ Etiquette (post) ➳ ABOUT (hc tag) // ➳ STUDY (clint's alcoholism) // ➳ Memes (tag)

THE AVENGERS (affiliated & exclusive) ⸺ @pympartic (Hank Pym), @danversiism (Carol Danvers), @purplearchcr (Kate Bishop), @transistorized (Tony Stark), @anecdotist (Steve Rogers), @spiderz0mbie (Cass Lockwood), @biitchcakes (Jessica Drew)

THE THUNDERBOLTS (mains) ⸻ @anecdotist (Bucky Barnes, Logan Howlett), @pompedia (Janet Van Dyne), @hubrisdescent (Bruce Banner, Matt Murdock), @vitrumbra (Taro + all nami sideblogs), @magcna (all muses), @timeisbrain (Stephen Strange)

verse & blog roll are under the read more.

Verses

Main 616 verse w/ primary ship @pympartic (main 616 verse info)

616 alt verses / open for shipping / multiship verse (alt 616 verse)

DC crossover ( avengers liason )

The Games (A-Day/Marvel's Avengers, Midnight Suns, Black Order, Spiderman, and Rivals)

Wastelands / Old Man Hawkeye

Mass Effect (human spectre, "captain" of the broken arrow)

Firefighter au

Dragon Age (ex-carnie, thief, lord of fortune pirate)

Star Trek (pilot, later security)

Cowboy

Pirate

Dnd / Baldur's Gate (witchlight circus performer)

Blog Roll

@br0adsword ⸻ arthur nightingale of warframe

@lastavenged ⸻ low activity superhero multimuse (sideblog)

@darkdimension ⸻ clea strange (sideblog)

@resilientboss ⸻ pepper potts (sideblog)

@waspunstoppable ⸻ nadia van dyne (sideblog)

@legendarytigra ⸻ greer nelson aka tigra (sideblog)