#im basically marc spector

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 67

A/N : its finally done- and its a small filler for whats about to come!!

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : omg you guys have been so mf patient, but you are finally being fed!!! i enjoy writing again and im back in my moon knight summer so HERE YA GO!!!

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, casper hart(OC) x reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, small smut scene minors dni, kiss and make up type shit idk, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

you were next to jake on the couch, frenchie on the other side of you as you sob your heart out into jakes chest.

you were just angry at the situation, and the more you thought about what casper said the more it affected you.

jake rubbed your back while glaring at his phone, debating on calling the poor kid and cussing him out.

frenchie was kind of out of place- he has kids, but none above the age of 10.

he just kind of sat on the other side of you offering silent support.

after you calmed yourself down, jake looked down at you and sighed. "i'm so sorry, mi vida"

"it's fine.. i know he didn't mean it" you sniff a few times before wiping your nose of your sleeve. "i just don't know what to do"

"i have an idea" frenchie speaks up, making both you and jake look at him. "..you can just talk to him you know? get to the bottom of why he acted out?" he offers and you nod slowly.

"i think that's my best option.. thank you frenchie" you say, and frenchie smiles.

jake nods at the man and looks back to you. "feeling a little better?" you nod at his question.

"yeah.. just.... really hungry all of a sudden"

"you should really get some fluids in you, you cried too much" steven pipes up and you sigh.

"can i have some pop tarts and juice?" you ask and jake nods, so you get up to move to the kitchen.

after you leave the room, jake grabs his phone and hits casper's contact, waiting for him to pick up.

frenchie gives him a disapproving look as casper answers.

"hello-"

"you better apologize to my daughter, i mean it. she came home crying because of you" jake says as calm as he can.

it's silent for a moment. "i- i know, sir i- i feel terrible. i'm bringing her flowers and more pop tarts tomorrow"

jake sighs. "good.. listen.. i...... i know you're a good kid. just let her- us help you okay?" casper nods even though jake can't see him.

"okay.. i'll explain everything to her i promise"

"good. she'll see you at school tomorrow then"

"thank you, sir"

"my name is jake and you know it"

"right- sorry"

jake lets out a singular laugh. "goodbye for now, hart"

"okay.. bye jake-"

jake hangs up before casper could get the rest of his words out, coincidentally as you walk back into the room with your snack and your juice.

you sit back down in between frenchie and your dad, opening your package of pop tarts.

"do i have to go to school tomorrow?" you ask and jake nods, making you groan.

"i don't want to though- i- ill clean the house just let me stay-"

"no."

you glare at jake and eat your pop tarts, taking sips of your juice every now and then.

it was an uneventful rest of the night. you were talking frenchies ear off, though he didn't mind.

you reminded him of his first daughter, unable to ever shut her mouth.

he means that in the nicest way possible.

the next morning was hell though.

you basically fought all your dads while trying to convince them that you're sick, or dying so that you could stay home.

you were sadly out the door on time.

you clenched your fists in your pockets as you walked on the sidewalk, until you heard rushed footsteps behind you.

you turn around to see casper, with a box of pop tarts and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

you unclench your fists as he stops in front of you, just staring at you.

"i.. i'm so sorry y/n.." he starts and you rush forward to hug him.

"i know.. it's okay" you assure him.

"but it's not- i took my anger out on you and that wasn't fair.. i should've just told you what was going on-"

"hey.. it's okay. you are doing the right thing" you let go of him to look him in the eye.

"i never stopped loving you, not even for a second. i- i was just so- so mad" he says.

you nod and smile gently at him. "we can talk about that later okay..? at my place?"

"can we uh.. actually go to mine. i don't want to leave allison and mom alone for too long"

"of course. i just have to call my dads after school" you nod at him and he sighs.

"i got these for you.." he holds up the flowers and the pop tarts.

you smile and hug him again. "thank you. you didn't have to do that"

"i wanted to. it's only fair" he responds and you let go of him to take the flowers.

"they're beautiful" you smell the flowers, taking your free hand and holding his.

"not as beautiful as you-"

"okay, let's get going" you laugh, dragging him along towards the direction of your school.

"but i was just saying-"

you cut him off by laughing, which makes him glare at you before raising an eyebrow, deciding to leave it alone.

~~~

it was already after school, and you were waiting for casper right outside your school while dialing your dads number.

"what do you want?" marc asks as soon as he answers and you scoff.

"hello to you too, dad" you start. "i was wondering if i could-"

"yeah, go ahead just be home before 10"

"why are you encouraging it? what if i wanted to bone him, would you still be okay with it?"

marc sighs. "just be home before 10. i love you"

"i love you too" you laugh before hanging up.

you wait a couple more minutes and the last few people come out of the school, your brows furrowing when you don't see casper.

you do see your math teacher though, so you approach her.

"uh- mrs. harper?" you tap on her shoulder and she turns around.

her long blonde hair swings behind her as she turns around. "oh, y/n, shouldn't you be heading home?"

"yes, but casper- did you see him in there? i've been waiting for him out here and he's not usually this late" you explain and she frowns.

"no, i'm sorry y/n. i haven't seen him, i would check inside, he could be talking to another teacher" she offers and you nod.

"thank you" you say and you rush inside as the teacher smiles to herself, seeing that chivalry wasn't completely dead.

you rush through the hallways, checking all the open classrooms, but not finding him.

that's when you hear a 'thud' come from the nearby boys bathroom.

you walk over and press your ear to the door, hearing muffled voices. you crack the door open, but don't look inside.

"casper..? is that you?" you ask into the air and you hear another voice.

"say anything, and you're dead" you recognized that voice. it was that ferret boy, and there was no doubt he was giving casper a hard time.

you roll your eyes and enter the boys bathroom, seeing that casper was on the floor, leaning against the wall while holding his arm.

and the ferret boy, he was standing a few feet away from where casper was, both looking over at you in shock.

"come on, this is pathetic" you say. "why can't you just leave him alone- he didn't do anything to you" you move to help casper up when the blonde blocks your path.

"well, now that i have both you freaks here, i think it'll save me some time" he cracks his knuckles and you narrow your eyes at him.

before he could do anything, you trip him over and pin him to the ground, keeping a knee on his back to keep him down.

it all went by so fast, and the blonde lets out a shaky breath. "wh-what the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yells.

you roll your eyes again and get off of him, helping casper up and rolling his sleeve up to see a large bruise on his arm.

the blonde gets up and brushes himself off. "you'll pay for that.." he rushes over again, and you push casper out of the way so you could stop the blonde from hurting him.

you catch his fist in your hand and twist it, causing him to wince.

you let go and back up a step, as if challenging him to do it again.

he just pants and reaches his arms out, and without thinking, you shoot a web out to stick his arms to the wall.

everything goes silent.

"shit.." casper whispers, grabbing onto your sleeve.

"you- you're her! you're arachnid!-" the blonde yells and you shush him.

"oh my god- no- this can't be happening-" you put your hands on your knees, hyperventilating.

casper puts a hand on your back. "please- jones-"

"..how do you know my actual name? i know you call me 'ferret' behind my back" he argues.

you scoff. "we've been going to school together since middle school-"

"and then you disappeared and became weird" he interrupts.

casper steps in front of you, glaring at jones. "she's not weird, it's just a mental illness- and it's not even an illness-"

"casper it's fine- just- jones please- you can't tell anyone.." you plead, feeling ultimately stupid for letting yourself slip up like that.

jones just scoffs. "i've just discovered your deepest darkest secret. you think ill just keep it to myself?" he asks sarcastically, trying to get him arm feee from the wall behind him.

you stare at casper uncomfortably, unsure of what to do.

"dude, this could get her arrested!" casper tries and jones just rolls his eyes.

"so?"

"so i wouldn't be able to help people anymore.. and my parents would be alone" you answer coldly.

"we have moon guy for that" jones replies and you shake your head.

"not to be self centered, but without me, 'moon guy' would go underground again" you respond and jones sighs.

"...i'll keep your secret. but it will cost you" he says and you roll your eyes.

"fine"

"i get inside information on your little rendezvous', and i want to know the whole deal with your 'dads'" he says and you tilt your head.

he wants to know about you? strange. but it's negotiable.

"alright.. deal-"

"uh, no." casper interrupts. "you are not-"

you take casper's arm and lead him a bit away from where jones was still stuck to the wall.

"casper i'm in no position to not take that deal.. you understand i've- i've killed people, right?" you say in a hushed voice and he sighs.

"i just don't want him taking advantage of you.." he admits and you take his hands in yours, squeezing them reassuringly.

"i know, cas. listen, i love you, but i have it handled" you give him a nervous smile and he sighs again.

"if you're sure.. and i love you too" he smiles back and you nod before turning back to jones.

you take the webs off of jones arm. "we have to leave.. there's a back entrance right outside, we can't let a teacher see us.." you lead the way, sneaking out of the bathroom, the two boys following you.

once outside, jones speaks up. "so.. do the webs come out of anywhere else?"

casper chokes on air. "dude-!"

you sigh. "no. every single person that knows has asked me that, and the answer is always a hard no" you answer.

"did you grow extra limbs?" jones asks, a bit out of character.

"interesting question, but no" you look to him for a split second, then you turn to casper who was on the other side of you, looking all jealous that another man was talking to you.

boo hoo, ghost.

you just silently held his hand while the three of you walked up to this gorgeous mansion.

"this is my home- i'll see you guys tomorrow!" jones uncharacteristically smiles and rushes inside his house.

you blink a few times and turn to casper "that was so weird.."

"yeah" he responds shortly and the two of you begin your walk to his house in a sort of tense silence.

~~~

you arrive at casper's house, and once you both go in grace looks to the door, visibly relieved to not see her husband.

casper goes over to grace, hugging her before you approach the two of them.

"grace.. i know it's not my place but we can help you.." you start and she smiles gently at you.

"i think i'm ready, as well as my children.. we will accept anything from you and your family" she says and you nod, also relieved.

"whatever you need, we can give you" you say to her, and she tears up a bit.

she smiles and rushes over to hug you tightly. "god bless you, y/n.." she whispers as you hug her back.

"i uhm- im going to take allison to the park.. we- we'll be back in an hour" she suddenly pulls away, going to allison's room.

"allison has been stressed lately, the park calms her down" casper explains to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

grace comes back out with allison and her eyes light up when she sees you, rushing over to hug your legs before waving quickly and running out the door, leaving grace to also wave and catch up to allison.

"well i hope they have fun.." you sigh, taking off your shoes as casper does the same

"so... what should we do now?" casper asks as the two of you stare at each other awkwardly.

"maybe start packing essentials..?" you offer and he nods, both of you going to his room.

~~~

"come on- just stick your hand back there it's fine!"

"no! i don't want my hand to be icky-"

"it's not that bad"

"then you do it-"

"but i can't reach"

you and casper had been arguing about who was going to reach behind his dresser to unplug his lamp, the dresser in which was bolted into the floor as it came with the house.

"...you're openly admitting your arms are shorter than mine?" you ask, smirking as you hold your arm out, and taking casper's to compare arm length.

he scoffs and yank his arm away, rolling his eyes.

"do you think i'll need to pack my pillows and stuff?" he asks and you hum.

"i've seen the place before, you'll be all set.. but i would still bring it. it'll be your new home after all" you tell him carefully, in a gentle tone.

he looks to you, taking your hands in his. "y/n.. i'm scared" he confesses, his voice shaking.

your brows furrow as you two step closer, so that you could cradle his face in your hands.

"i know.. but you're so strong, cas. i know this is the only home you've ever known but.. i really think you and your family will benefit. just think about your mother- your absolute gem of a mom- she will have the freedom she deserves- we already have job interviews set up for her.. does she like libraries? or uh- coffee shops because i-"

casper puts a finger to your lips to pause your speaking.

"y/n i love you. so so much- you don't have to do this for us-"

"i want to, casper.. we want to" you assure him, smiling gently.

he smiles as well, visibly relaxing.

"now quit moping around, i want to see what you have hidden in the back of your closet" you let go of him to stumble through piles of utter junk while he protests.

"y/n, baby, sweetheart, please don't-"

you pick up an old record player, sitting in the corner of a shelf. "what's this..? you have records?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"a few..." he scratches the back of his head, helping you out of the closet and putting the record player on his empty nightstand.

he opens his top dresser drawer and pulls out a frank sinatra record, the album being 'nice n easy'.

"awww cute" you hug casper from behind as he carefully puts the record onto the record player, adjusting the needle as music starts playing quietly.

you recognized it as 'fools rush in', and that's when you start swaying along with the music, still having your arms wrapped around casper.

he chuckles airily and turns around in your arms, grabbing your wrists gently and putting one over his shoulder and holding the other.

"you're so sappy, love" you rest your cheek on casper's chest as you both slowly dance around his almost empty room.

"you're the one who started this, dear" he responds, and you purposely and proudly step on his foot, making him pinch your side.

after the small interaction, you go through quite a few songs, just enjoying swaying along with the music and being in each others presence.

you bring your head up to rest your forehead against casper's, closing your eyes.

casper leans forward, capturing his lips with yours, slowing the dancing even further as he moves his hands to your waist, and you move yours thrown sloppily around his neck to keep him close.

you feel bold and slide your tongue against casper's bottom lip, making him open his mouth slightly for you to lick up into his mouth.

it gets steamy pretty quickly, and before you know it, your shirt is halfway across the room, and your straddling casper's lap on his still made bed kissing and sucking at his neck.

casper lets his eyes close as he breathes out slowly and shakily, running his hands up and down your sides, fingers nearing your bra clip.

you tug at his shirt as he unclips your bra, both of you sitting up to take said items off, casper's hands finding your breasts, kneading them as he pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

you let out a breathy moan as he does so, lightly tracing casper's bare chest with your fingers, circling around the scars on his abdomen.

he notices your stare at the healed wound, taking your hand in his and looking up at you.

"hey.. we don't have to do this right now-" he starts but you cut him off by delivering a quick kiss to his lips.

"i want to- sorry i.. i got distracted for a second.." you apologize, cleaning your head. "i really, really want to do this-"

casper chuckles at your eagerness, flipping the two of you over so that your back is flat on the bed, casper already untying the band on his sweatpants.

you do the same with yours, and it leaves you both nearly bare to each other, only being covered by your lower undergarments.

casper takes the band on your panties gently with his fingers, slowly pulling them down along your legs.

you're both looking into each others eyes when me leans down to kiss you, instantly moaning and letting his tongue explore your mouth.

casper brings a hand down to your sex, circling your clit with his thumb while gently pushing his middle and forefinger through your wet folds, making you let out a shaky breath before moaning into casper's mouth.

you feel his hard on press into your thing, making you break the kiss. "wait- do you have a condom here?" you ask, and casper reaches into one of his packed bags right by the bed.

"of course i do, we're too broke to be teen parents"

you laugh before focusing more on the moment as casper rips the condoms package open before throwing it to the floor, sliding the condom onto his hardening cock.

unbeknownst to you, casper bit his tongue to prevent himself from finishing just by you touching him. 

you just blink down at him, smiling as he gently flips you both over, now having your back on the bed while casper hovers over you. he smiles back, positioning himself over you so that the tip of his cock was lined up with your entrance.

taking in a deep breath and holding it, casper cradles your face while starting to push into you. "breathe, y/n.." he reminds you.  

you feel your eyes roll back into your head as casper sinks fully into you, and you let out a lengthy moan while your arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. you both stay still while casper reminds you to breathe again, and you nod when you're ready for him to move.

casper slowly starts thrusting himself in and out of you, and if you were in a different headspace the noises of it would have bothered you. your nails dig almost impossibly deeper into caspers shoulders, and he leans down to start kissing your neck.

you lean your head further back, letting casper suck hickeys on every inch of you he could reach. your legs tighten around his waist as his thrusts get deeper and slower, hitting your sweet spot perfectly every time.

"cas- i.. i'm close-" you whine, leaning forward to hide your face in caspers neck, biting down on his shoulder as his breathe hits your ear.

casper lets out a lengthy moan into your ear, his thrusts becoming more erratic before he brings a hand down to start circling your clit again. you bite down harder on caspers shoulder as you moan, legs starting to shake violently before you feel yourself release.

your eyes close as you move your head away from caspers shoulder, laying it down on the pillow below you as you catch your breath.

casper finishes a few seconds after, almost collapsing on top of you while he softens inside of you. he brushes a few damp strands of hair from your face, planting a kiss on your cheek as he slowly moves off of you. a whine bubbles up from your throat at the feeling of him leaving you.

"come on, hon, let's get you cleaned up. i think there's still some towels in the bathroom" he tells you, lifting you to sit up and wrapping your shoulders in the blanket that was folded on his bed. he helps you stand and he wraps the blanket tighter around you as he leads you to the bathroom.

"thank you cas, i love you"

"i love you too, y/n/n"

~~~

you and casper had showered together, cleaning each other of any proof that you had done coitus. everything had been cleaned, and certain things had been thrown away as well.

you were now helping casper, grace, and allison unpack their things into their new house while jake and layla went to get the last of their belongings.

"how do you like your new room?" you ask allison, putting up the last poster for her. she smiles up at you before hugging your legs. you grin from ear to ear as you pat the top of her head. grace peaks into the room, eyes softening at the sight, her tense shoulders sinking into their more relaxed form.

"ms ha- grace- will you guys be alright here?" you ask and she instantly nods. "i've never felt safer.." she says with a smile.

you nod and allison lets go of you, letting you go to the front door ro get your shoes on. casper meets you there, handing you your jacket.

"i'll see you at school, cas" you say, putting your jacket on.

"of course, my love" he wraps his arms around your waist.

you snort and scrunch your nose a bit. "you're getting more corny by the second" you say out loud, wrapping your arms around his neck.

casper rests his forehead against yours. "anything for you, my darling honeybun-" 

"get off me"

"no- y/n- baby i'm sorry-"

"no, we are breaking up"

"..."

you press a small kiss to caspers cheek before opening their front door.

"i love you, see you tomorrow" you laugh, turning to leave.

casper laughs as well. "yeah, i love you too. dork" he mumbles to himself, knowing you could hear him.

you simply smile and begin your short journey home.

~~~

you unlock your door and go inside, expecting to see one of your dads and layla since they finishes helping with caspers family and their stuff a bit ago. yet, you didn't see or sense anyone.

and frenchie was gone as well..

odd.

that's when you felt it... the tingle, but it was sharper than usual.

and that's when khonshu and taweret appeared right in the middle of your living room.

~~~

A/N : cliffhanger. sorry not sorry. i truly love each and every one of you :)

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[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Three

Summary: a conversation with Harrow decides your fate

Pairing: this chapter is mostly Arthur Harrow x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Manipulative Harrow/Lying Harrow. a LOT of artistic interpretation on Harrow’s abilities...

A/N: So sorry its been a year since I updated this story but im fully back on the Moon Knight hype right now and I actually have part four written, part five half written and the rest of this story *mostly* planned out! For the purposes of this story, lets just pretend Harrow has the ability to give people strength or make them need to sleep... As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Two | Series Masterlist 

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Nothing.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you feel nothing. No aches, no pain, no shortness of breath. Before you fell asleep you felt so weak, you weren’t sure you would even make it thought the night. And now here you are feeling better than you did before Harrow made you ill.

You get out of bed and go straight to the door. To your surprise it opens. You half expected Harrow to have locked you in here. But then he probably thought you were still too ill to move.

This is your chance to escape.

You open the door as quietly as possible and try to remember the route back to the exit. The floorboards creak under your feet and you freeze, listening to hear if anyone is coming after you. You only hear silence so you continue.

Eventually you make it back to the communal area you had walked through yesterday, only now it is completely empty. It’s still night. Everyone must be asleep. You spot the exit ahead of you and your heart skips. This is it. You're free. Free to go to Steven.

But wait; Steven left you here.

Or did he? What if Harrow was lying? What if Steven is trapped here too?

You stare ahead at the exit, take a breath and turn away. Away from your chance at freedom.

Steven said he would find you. He promised. He wouldn’t just leave you here.

Which means he must be in trouble.

You have to find Steven.

You head back into the communal area, a huge stone walled courtyard with half crumbled arches and mismatched furniture. You pass the selection of random armchairs, all facing towards a giant screen. Past the shelves covered in various items, boxes and books. Past the tables and chairs and the small kitchen area. You reach the end of the room and as your about to start climbing up one of the sets of wooden stairs…

“You intrigue me, Y/N.” Harrows voice comes from the archway behind you. You turn around to see him step out into the light, his eyes fixed on you. “You could have left. The doors are open, there’s no one here to stop you and yet you didn’t leave. Why?”

“Did you want me to leave?”

“Oh no. Quite the opposite, I’m actually glad you decided to stay. What I do want is to know why?”

“Where’s Steven?” You ignore his question.

“Ah.” He says, nodding with understanding. “You believe he’s still here.”

“I know he’s here.”

“What makes you sure?”

“He wouldn’t abandon me.”

“No you're quite right. I can’t imagine Steven Grant would do such a thing.” He pauses. “But Marc Spector did.”

“I don’t know what you're getting at, but I already know all about Marc. Steven told me everything.”

“What exactly did he tell you?”

“The truth. He said he didn’t fully understand it himself but there’s this other person, Marc, living inside of him and that he is basically the reason Steven’s life has been falling apart. Sometimes Marc takes over the body and does things… are you saying that Marc took over and forced Steven to leave me here?”

“Let’s take a seat.” He moves over to the closest table, sitting down and gesturing for you to sit opposite him.

You stare at him for a moment, watching as he leans his cane against his chair and places his hands on the table in front of him. He looks back up at you again then back to the empty chair. You sigh as you pull out the chair and sit opposite him with your arms folded across your chest, leaning back away to create distance between the two of you.

“Steven Grant doesn’t exist.” He starts and you look at him confused. “Marc Spector created this Steven persona and ran away to England in an attempt to escape the many sins of his past. He is a very bad man Y/N, he has done some terrible things. He was a mercenary. He killed a lot of people and got in a lot of trouble. That is why he made up Steven. He pretended to be someone else just so he could hide. But it wasn’t real. His gentle personality. His job at the museum. His friendship with you-”

“No-”

“-It was all an act Y/N, and I am so very sorry to have to tell you that. Truly I am.”

“Just stop-”

“I know how much you cared for this Steven-”

“You're lying!”

“You're feeling better now, yes?”

“What?”

“You're alive, you feel no more pain. Why do you think that is?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, placing on the table in the middle of you both. “He gave me this.”

It’s the scarab beetle.

“He gave me this and told me to keep it. And you.” Harrow explains, a false sympathetic look on his face. “He told me he has no use for either of you anymore.”

You can’t take your eyes off the golden beetle in front of you. Your heart sinking further and further with every second as you take in what Harrow is telling you.

“I know this is a lot to process Y/N but there is one more thing I must tell you. You are free to leave if that is what you wish-”

“Great!” You get up out your seat and start to walk away.

“But I really think you should stay.”

“Why the hell would I do that?!”

“Because if you leave you will become weak again and you will die.” He states, making you stop and turn back.

“What?! No, he gave you the scarab and now I’m okay, that was the deal.”

“An error on my part.” He stands, taking a step towards you. “I failed to mention that in order to keep you alive Ammit must restore your strength every day. Through direct contact with me.”

“You..? How?”

“A simple touch of my hand.”

You remember him last night, placing his hand on your head right before you fell asleep.

“You healed me last night?” More of a statement than a question.

“I did.” He takes another step closer to you.

“But you told me Steven had left with the scarab. Why did you lie to me?”

“I was trying to protect you, protect your feelings. I knew you weren’t strong enough for the hurt that the truth would cause.”

“And you think I’m strong enough for it now?” you scoff and he reaches his hand out to hold yours.

“You are stronger than you know Y/N.” He locks eyes with you, his bright blue eyes almost staring into your soul. “Ammit sees something special in you. That is why she’s allowing you to live.”

You shake him off, taking a step back as you gather yourself. You take a breath.

“So either I stay as a prisoner for the rest of my life or go out there and die? Are those really my only options?”

“You're not a prisoner, Y/N, there are no locked doors. No guards forcing you to stay. You could live a happy life with us.”

You think for a moment.

“Or option three; I leave, go live my own life in my own home and then I’ll just come back here every day so you can top up the life support.”

“That won’t work I’m afraid. I move around a lot from place to place, there is no way of knowing exactly where I will be from one day to the next. The safest option for you is to join me.” He pauses. “Join us.”

He raises his arms out to the side as small groups of disciples begin emerging from the doorways and shadows, all facing you. The way they’re all looking at you makes you feel uneasy.

“Just to be clear, if I agree to stay with you that does not mean I’m on your side. It’s purely self preservation, okay? I am not helping you find Ammit. I will not help you murder innocent people. Got that?” Arthur nods. “Good.”

“Good.” he echos, smiling.

“Okay. So what happens now?”

“Now, we go to Cairo.”

Part Four

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[luckypuppies]

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ABOUT ME! ꒰ 💭 ꒱ u can call me derrin & im 20!! i use he/him and hy/hym pronouns. i identify with puppies and kittens interchangeably (ask before referring to me as one), and vampires! i dont like being called a human. i have osdd, suspected BPD, schizophrenia, autism, adhd, c-ptsd and depression. i use i/me and we/us pronouns to refer to me and my system. i have chronic pain, diagnosed pots and EDs, and a medically recognized joint disorder. i use a cane :).

MY F/O's! ꒰ 💭 ꒱ all romantic! astarion (bg3), viktor (arcane), loki (marvel), simon 'ghost' riley (call of duty), steven grant & marc spector (poly) (moon knight), all papas (ghost band), bucky barnes (marvel), silco (arcane), and all of dervampireprinces audio ocs >_<

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[jujapaya]

Hey! I hope you're doing well. So basically, as I'm sure you've already seen, I'm playing Stardew Valley, and im VERY emotionally attached to Shane. It's ridiculous. Anyways, I want to know what your thoughts were on the parallels between Shane and Marc Spector because you reblogged a post of mine briefly talking about it. I just think it's interesting, and it's definitely been something I've put a lot of thought into as I've progressed through the game.

IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAYED RESPONSE — this has been in my asks for DAYS but finals are coming up and I went to a pride parade today, so I’ve been a bit busy. Also, I’m writing this on my phone, so my grammar and everything about this response may be a bit wonky.

Also this is going to be kind of long.. soooo… I’ve been thinking about this for days, of course it’s long.

Both Marc Spector and Shane fall into the trope of the character knowing that their mental health isn’t the greatest and slowly becoming better through therapy. I love the trope, it has the ability to show amazing character progression and to raise awareness of how therapy can help someone. On the other hand, it has the ability to be completely terrible if done wrong.

I can discuss the “done wrong” aspects of this trope for Marc and the system (the number of therapists who’ve tried to kill them is high! Extremely high). However, when you look at Mackay’s run (2021-2023), you can see this trope done right. You can see him slowly becoming more venerable (Reese’s hug, Jake and Steven coming out more, apologizing to Greer—Hell, even apologizing to CAPTAIN AMERICA about the Age of Khonshu event and talking about his system in one of the Avengers Unlimited issues) over the span of Mackay’s run.

Now, comparing to Shane, the same is done here, but you’re seeing more of what has been happening to get him into the awful mental health position (compared to Mackay’s run, since you’ve seen it in Marc’s previous comics issues) and the drive to send him to therapy. You see it affecting his family and their reactions. You root for him to go to therapy! He begins going to therapy upon seeing Jas’ reaction.

However, Shane and Marc’s stories are extremely different, especially with the time constraints.

With Marc, we all know Khonshu, horrible childhood experiences, military/mercenary work, and discrimination has lead him to terrible mental health. However, he’s been here for decades, Shane has been here for a few hours at least (in game play time). In turn, Shane’s story is the more cut and dry alcoholism story than the healing from major mental and physical abuse that Marc’s story is. That doesn’t mean either story is more “valid” than the other. Both are extremely compelling stories and people do suffer with these issues every day. However, one is more easier to portray in a short amount of time due to the commonality of it—which, again, is sad.

Stardew Valley is a children’s game as well, which is why these stories differ so much. Shane’s story is easy—he gets better almost instantly upon going to therapy and everything lives happily every after (at least in my experience, I haven’t married him. Aromanticism for THE WIN! KROBUS I LOVE YOU). It’s easier to tell that to a child. It’s easier to show that in a small game. However, comics aren’t limited to time, but limited to how many sales they’re getting/how much they can cram into a run. They’re able to show the slow progression of getting better. Even if nobody lives happily ever, at least the person is the best they could be right now.

That’s my take on it, I guess. The comparisons are interesting though! They both fall under the same trope but executed wildly different due to various reasons.

Thanks for the ask! :)

[wortsandall]

the lies we tell ourselves (a moon knight au)

ive got moon knight brain rot so i actually have an almost outline for a two part moon knight series which is an exploration of the moon knight system dynamics and how that might change if they realize there's more than just the three of them with a tiny sprinkle of meet the avengers...(very small i want to focus on character and introspection and the avengers would be more of a vehicle for that)

basically i created two more alters, one based on an idea that briefly showed up in moon knight comics-a child alter-and a teen alter.

i wanted to explore dissociative identity disorder alter roles as well so in this, they fall into what I think would be fitting:

Marc Spector-host

Steven Grant- physical caretaker and emotional protector

Jake Lockley- gatekeeper and physical protector

Rose (child alter)- trauma holder

Leo (teen alter)-prosecutor -> caretaker arc

i've had this idea in my head for months but once I started reading the comics it started to solidify. i wanted to explore marc's idea that they are broken. that idea pops up over and over again in the comics. he's being told over and over that he is broken and there is nothing that could fix him. he keeps going back to this idea that if he can make himself "whole" it would somehow make him less broken before realizing that he needs to embrace steven and jake. and i love that.

but i wanted to show the struggle of having to embrace steven and jake as well as coming to terms that he isn't broken. instead of embracing the fact the he is, i think it'd be interesting to see him learn that he's faced a lot of trauma, sure, but he isn't broken. he works the way that he is. in fact he even thrives when he accepts that this is his reality. he may work differently than other people but thats okay.

add in his control issues and its clear how difficult of a conclusion that would be for him to make. so the first part of this "more than 3 alters au" would be about jake. i think jake would be something he'd have trouble accepting. he's still in that journey to realizing that he's not as broken as everyone keeps telling him, that there's nothing to fix. he's come to terms with steven, that's easy for him. he's always known steven. but jake? who in the show he's only seen in violent moments? someone unpredictable. i think that visible loss in the façade he's been trying to cultivate would be very hard.

and i love angst. so i cant help but think about that struggle that marc would already have with jake. only for that peace he'd brokered with jake to cause an avalanche of other things he didn't want to think about to fall on his head. that's what the second part of would about- this lie of control finally completely falling apart. the realization that there's more that you've been hiding about yourself. enter the other two alters and what they've experienced causing marcs view to crack even further. i want to challenge the idea that steven was the first alter. i want him to confront that what he did to steven, hiding things and creating false memories, could've been done to him too.

i don't believe that you can come to the conclusion that you aren't broken, that nothing needs fixing, if you don't first know/confront yourself and your truth. and i think marc needs to do that. and im going to make him. so the first part will be almost exclusively about marc, written in his pov. and the second part will switch pov between all of them but the main ones will be steven, marc, and jake.

*any other thoughts, brain rots and/or updates will be in my tlwto au tag*

[petertingle-yipyip]

okay bestie I have an actual question for you about writing, because I always just have so many ideas but don't know where to start/never complete them. so like how do you start do you plot everything out and then start writing or are you writing and figure it out during? and like how do you keep motivated writing every chapter? omg and what do you do when something you had in mind doesn't work out with the plot? help pls

hi bestie!! i talk a lot so imma put a break for others to scroll past lol

so, ideas. inspiration. motivation. plot. it comes and goes. movies, music, random quotes, plot ideas/requests come from like anywhere for me. what i tend to do is name the project, write a basic summary and what character it’s for, and see what happens. i don’t force myself to finish any one project (hence the abandoned SOUR miniseries and recently revisited sin miedo). that’s in part why WCS and MAG have been such long running sagas here, bc i don’t force myself to write anymore.

when i did, i produced content that i didn’t love. i was posting stories that i wasn’t confident in and that i read and am embarrassed to have put that out.

typically, it starts with a bit of dialogue that comes to me in the shower or when i’m daydreaming at work. from there, i kinda work backwards. how’d they get to that conversation? what are the implications? what’s the setting? what do they know? all that world building fills itself in and sometimes i pick stuff for the fun of it.

when something doesn’t work, i change something. for example, mag s1 has some stuff that doesn’t match the canon timeline bc one, i didn’t plan on extending the series so far so i was nitpicking what i wanted and two i didn’t have the episodes in front of me bc i wasn’t planning a whole canon journey. i took out some relationships (matt x claire for example) bc it didn’t serve my plot.

i’ve also rewritten plots bc i just didn’t like them. i have a project where the reader is matt’s gf and is meeting foggy/karen but matt has the idea for a game where they just flirt with each other till his friends figure it out. initially i had it to where foggy starts flirting with her and introduces her and she plays along till matt gets too jealous but i didn’t like the way it was turning out. so i scrapped it and started over.

a big part of writing, in my opinion, is drafts and edits. ultimately, whatever your writing, it’s your universe. it’s your project. if something isn’t working, you are well within your rights to change it. it’s not canon until you post it so rewrite it as many times as you have to. no one said you have to immediately post what you write. it’s a little different with mag since i’ve established her entire dd canon and hinted her punisher canon so i have to fill the gaps of what ive already made so i have to keep referencing what ive posted to make sure she’s consistent but that’s it own thing.

lastly, let’s talk motivation. girly pop, it’s gonna come and go. i take so many breaks in posting or writing just bc im at a part that i don’t wanna write but i have to for plot purposes. sometimes i hate the exposition of a piece but i just wanna do the actual important scenes. so i lag and avoid it until im like ‘yknow what, let’s just do it’ and this is where the edits and drafts come in. usually, it’s just a ‘let’s throw some words on the page and come back to it’ situation. sometimes i rewrite all of it, sometimes i don’t, other times it’s just a few edits here or there.

the base of writing as i understand it is trusting yourself and your ideas. some stuff is gonna take off, like woman, others will fall flat like dirty thoughts (i think that’s what i called it, a marc spector piece). it’s also your blog so as long as it feels genuine to you and your abilities, go for it :)

[megnknight]

my new main goal in life: protect steven grant from all the bad in the world at all costs.

[usaigi]

hot take but Ammit and Khonshu were both wrong. It's wrong to punish "evil-doers" before they commit the sin but it's also wrong to punish(with death) "evil-doers" because every person is capable of redemption. By passing judgment, it removes the person the agency to change. You are not the worst thing you've done.

Two lines I think of from the Good Place is ''“What matters isn’t if people are good or bad. What matters is, if they’re trying to be better today than they were yesterday. You asked me where my hope comes from? That’s my answer.”

and

“The point is, people improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don’t?”

Hot hotter take: Yes, even Wendy. Wendy was a terrible person but was capable of change. She does not deserve to be punished by Khonshu. Under no circumstances were the MK system(or anyone else hurt by Wendy) obligated to forgive her but despite that, if she wanted, she could have put in the mindful work to be better. Being "good" is a choice you make every day, not something you're destined for.

[leviathanspain]

How about a funny/comedy moon knight fic 😅 like on a mission or a fight, marc is stressed with both reader and steven, reader is chaotic and vibes with steven and marc feels exasperated he have to take care two idiots haha, it's ok if you don't want to, thanks so much!

chaos in a nutshell

marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

synopsis: in a fight, marc never had to take care of anyone but himself, now he has two people to be responsible for.

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you landed awkwardly next to him, your weapons clattering on the cement next to you as you struggled to get a breath into your lungs. you heard marc groan next to you and you tried to look up but a stabbing pain had stopped you.

marc, hearing you in pain next to him, rolled to you and checked your breathing. he heard your shudder for a breath as your eyes found him.

“marc?” you rasped, and marc nodded, silently doing an injury check, at least what he could do.

he heard steven in his head, i killed her now, didn’t i?!

no, you didn’t. she just spoke. marc echoed back.

“i think you broke a rib.” marc finally revealed, and suddenly, you found it harder to breath. “oh.” you panted and marc nodded, “come on. we can go home and get you patched up.”

no hospitals, you had once told marc. you were a fugitive, hospitals were like basically turning yourself into the police.

you must’ve blacked out on the way home because you found yourself wrapped up in a blanket, and you could hear the rustling of a bandage against the blanket as you tried to move. you felt hands shove you back down, “don’t move.” you heard marc harshly speak, a bag of chips in his lap as he held a book in his hand.

you sighed, and looked up at him, “what kind of chips are those?” your head was near his waist and you could see the bag from your peripheral vision.

“doritos.” marc replied, flipping the page of the book.

your stomach rumbled, “give me one.” you opened your mouth, “put it in.”

marc smirked, “wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done those two things at once.”

you rolled your eyes, “whatever.”

he set the chip in your mouth and you munched with glee, despite the pain in your side.

“why are you reading? im also throughly surprised you even can.” you poked fun and began to laugh until marc slammed the book shut.

you stopped and marc peered over at you, “listen to me- you need to fucking knock it off.” marc spoke sternly and you shrunk back into the blanket.

“it’s bad enough that i have to deal with steven and that weird suit he changed into- you coming on this mission with me was a bad idea.” he shook his head and you tried to get up from the blanket,

“marc! no it wasn’t! it was fun! i had a good time, got to finally dust off my bones and get some fighting action.” you protested and marc shook his head, “it’s not fun when i’m reading some old ass medical book about how to treat your broken rib. don’t make me do that again. okay?” he sounded worried at the end and that made you rethink everything that had happened.

“you know, steven really outdid you in the suit department. you look like you’re going to make me join a blood sacrifice ritual and steven looks like he’s going to sell me suitcases.” you chuckled, and marc rolled his eyes.

she’s bloody hilarious, steven remarked, and marc just grumbled at the truth. you were funny.

you were sitting in the passenger seat as marc was driving from the shooters. he held a gun in his hand as he drove manically through the streets, you were aiming at the shooters as well, holding marc down as you shot, hitting the tires of the car they were driving, and then shooting at the driver. you stumbled back into the seat and you shook your head, “should’ve let me drive. you have better aim-“ you grunted as you reloaded your gun. marc shook his head, laughing bitterly, “you cant ever be happy with what i give you? or even the fact that i let you on this mission-“ marc was cut off by the mob of people that crossed in the middle of the streets. you yelped as you were flung from your seat through the windshield.

marc yelled as you fell, watching your body hit the pavement with a thud. you groaned, laughing. you recovered quickly, watching him step out of the truck and begin to run after you.

“oh my god-“ marc spoke, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise as you heard the shift of the accent, and you watched marc’s arrogant stance go to a shoulder slump.

you spat blood from the cut on your lip and shrugged, “happens a lot. probably why marc hates to take me out,” you mocked marc, “dangerous!”

she’s right, look at her, she’s going to bruise like a grape. marc echoed in stevens head, let me have control, they could still be out there!

you peered at the gathering crowd of civilians, watching and gasping at the state of you and the truck. you looked at steven, “now would be a good time to yknow, fling us out of here?“ marc usually picked you up and threw you onto the rooftop of the nearest building. it wasn’t his favorite method but when you compared yourself to a flying squirrel, he decided to stop arguing and just do as you asked.

steven squeezed his eyes shut, grunting slightly as he tried to summon the suit. you looked at him and stepped closer, the crowd making you anxious, “yknow, marc usually doesn’t look like he’s constipated when he does that-“ you joked, trying to lighten the mood as your adrenaline was still coursing through your body, and time was ticking.

just do it! marc echoed.

steven’s suit encased his body and steven looked at you for approval.

you nodded, “good enough. suitcase man.” you stepped in front of steven and set his hands on your waist, “now- aim!”

next thing you knew, you were blacked out on the top of a laundromat building with a broken rib.

now, marc had moved your head to his lap and began to stroke the planes of your face. you shuddered are his touch, feeling content with the affection.

“i love you.” you rasped, watching as marc’s eyes flickered from the televison playing softly, towards you. his lip corners picked up slightly, “you’re only saying that because i patched you up. and you don’t want me to yell at you for goofing around with steven..” he pointed out.

you sighed, “okay but say it back. otherwise no stick and poke for a month.” you warned.

marc chuckled, “that’s what you’re calling sex now?” he booped your nose and you laughed, “how about a week?” you asked, marc shook his head.

“you’ll end up in a worse state than you are now if you let me fuck you with a broken rib. but i love you, for even trying.” he kissed your forehead and you smiled gleefully.

your smile fell as you suddenly remembered steven, who was probably living in the guilt of almost killing you.

“is steven okay? does he know it’s not his fault?” you asked and marc nodded, “he’s stopped crying so i’m going to assume he’s fine. and are you sure he’s the one who broke your rib?” he asked and you shrugged, still trapped in the blanket cocoon.

“could’ve been you and your amazing driving skills but do you really wanna take that hit?” you raised an eyebrow and he shook his head, “no ma’am.”

you sneered, “yeah that’s what i thought, spector.” laughing quietly.

and yes, laughing did hurt you but with marc, you couldn’t hold it back.

[murdocksgavel]

The Solar Eclispe

Part two of the eclispe series

Rating: explicit

(THIS IS RLLY LONG IM SRRY) Word count: 6.9k

Summary: an old friend of Marc Spector's shows up out of nowhere to find his alter steven grant living his own life until she comes into the picture and changes everything, but is it really for the good?

Warnings: somehow this one is filled with more angst like alot. Flirting, Fluff, implied kissing, mentions of characters dying (more than once), mentions of childs death, kissing kissing, osiris bullying khonshu, IED and DID depictions, swearing, sad nailah, PTSD, disassociating, flashbacks, spoilers for moonknight, . (possibly bad writing i was vry tired, LMK IF I MISSED ANY)

A/N: this took a long time to write ngl. I'm so ecstatic though b/c this is definitely my favorite chapter so I RLLY HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT.

A single gasp "marc", and then he wakes up. Steven shot up with a gasp and pratically jumped out of his bed, but landed on his hard wooden floor face first with only tiny memories of the night before. Nailah on the other hand didn't sleep at all after the museum incident, and she was pratically fuming. Her chest was tightening, hands tremoring, her thoughts began to race, and it all sent her spiraling down a dark,windy,curvy lane of memories. It was a unusually cool day in egypt with the wind blowing in the direction of the sunrise along the three pyramids top. Nailah amir had just gotten words her parents had died in a shootout in hells kitchen new york. Of all days it had to be on the Anniversary of her- of her daughters death. It sent her spiraling, and she hadn't been taking her meds not after- not after he left her, and it was all just getting really bad again, and the tightness in her chest indicated she was going to have a very explosive episode if she didn't find something else to focus on. London was nothing like egypt it was cold, aggressive, windy, gray, and sometimes dull while her motherland was anything but maybe windy, but never dull especially after the incident with marc. Steven found himself searching the camera's now for any indication of what he thought he had dreamed, but now- now he knew better as he intently watched the camera's for any sign of literally anything, but that's when he saw it, or two things really.

The first thing he saw was nailah when she was fighting that thing, but it was invisible?, and then he saw her lift her hand and a golden sunray shot out?. He then sees another thing that pratically makes his bones quiver, and his face go shot pale with the goosebumps, and not the good kind. He sees himself staring straight at the camera, and Steven says, "that's not me". On the other hand nailah was now laying in her floor in a burial position, her hands were clasped and resting on her chest, and her legs were straight. This was what she did after she had her episodes, or at least that's what she used to call them quite literally in another lifetime. She found something else to focus on which was basically just her walking outside, and kept walking until she found herself nearing some mercenaries camp?. He got fired, fired from the gift shop job, and was now heading in some direction he didn't really know where he was going just letting them take him somewhere and to his suprise he ended up in front of her building. Nailah was still on the floor just listening to the quietness of her own breathing, everything was so....quiet, it was never this quiet even if osiris talked to her on the daily occasion he was never this quiet, she always hated the quiet. "Pretty girl you're not supposed to be here". Nailah pointed to herself when she saw a crowd of mercenaries pratically break their necks to look at her.

Holy shit she knew that guy, only from the news and her parents when they used to bicker how he was only stealing Egyptian artifacts and it only made her irritability increase. "I want to sign up to become a mercenary" if she was going to be ridiculed by the bushmen she was going to at least stand her ground. Steven stood at her door hesitating to knock, hesitating to even move he wanted to make sure she was okay, but what if she didn't want to see him. So he knocks, but he doesn't hear footsteps just the door opening, and then he sees her on the floor in just black sweats, and a tight tank top that shows off her arm muscles a little too well. "Nailah I- I came to ask if you- were okay, are you?" And all she does is roll her head to the side and stare up at him, she looks tired, eyes watered either from drinking or crying he can't tell, curly hair dishevelled across the floor, and just a tired expression on her beautiful face. The mercenaries pratically laughed in her face until what she guessed was another mercenary emerged from the tent, and holy shit in the name of re (ra) nailah's knees almost buckled. This man was about 5'9, curly black hair that fell close to his eyes, beautiful almost black eyes, and he carried himself with such confidence as he strided over to nailah pratically giving her a once over to which nailah felt as if he was checking her out, and honestly he definitely was, until he looked into her eyes, and spoke "can you fight?", and her eyes fucking widened. Nailah was still on the floor, and the silence was still in the air even with steven still standing right there just waiting for her speak, or maybe he was waiting to come up with the right words.

"How did you get the scar on your heart" Well he found words, but maybe they weren't the right ones, but little did he know nailah was weirdly relieved he said something to break the impending silence that caused her to break free from the flashbacks that haunted her silent mind. "Old friend of mine, used to be a army nurse for marine corps, he went off the rails, killed a family, almost got killed in the same place, he uh- he went crazy, and caught me off my guard and shot me ended up killing me again-" she heard stevens gasp and before she knew it he was now kneeling beside her. "Can you fight?" He asked her again this time snapping his fingers in front of her shocked face, but she quickly nodded and he pulled her quite gently by the arm to the middle of the sand dune they were on as a crowd formed around them. "Fight me then, if you win you can join got it?...what's your name sunbird". Nailah looked up at steven with hollow eyes probably not the most attractive look she's worn, but with the way steven was looking at her made her not care as much "anyway that's how I got the scar, woke up in the arms of my-..my umm well he was my best friend, frank castle, we parted ways when i decided to come to london, he didn't want me going alone, but i insisted" steven watched intently as she pulled out a necklace, a plain silver chained necklace with a sun, and a machine gun that rested right against it, "he gave me this as a parting gift", and with that steven just nodded needed to find words again, fucking hell this was hard especially since she was still laying down, and he could easily reach out and touch her, but all steven said was, "I hate to say this now, but I need your help..sunbird".

"My name is nailah, nailah amir" the man nodded and then looked her in the eyes once more, "beautiful name for a beautiful girl I'm marc spector" marc whispered which honestly made nailah blush until he threw her over his shoulder. He said it, he said that stupid fucking nickname and it made nailah bolt up from the floor, and now she was the one grabbing Steven's wrist. "Nailah- nailah did i say something" she seemed to be far away, her eyes just staring at him, and this was about to be so out of character for him, but the little american man inside of his head said to do it so he did. Steven pratically manhandled nailah to where she was sitting very closely in front of him, and just like she had done before to him he placed his shaky hands on the sides of her face, and forced her to meet his eyes. He knew this all too well the disassociating, the glossy eyes, all of it, and with that steven searched her eyes, "nailah listen to me, you are disassociating, and I really don't know how to do this, it's probably bloody useless because you're usually so strong, confindent, gorgeous, and self-assured, but please say something darling" steven rambled, and rambled on; the sudden feel of dread polluting his entire body. Nailah was on the sandy ground after she had just blinked, and marc was standing over her with a cheeky ass grin she wanted to slap off his face. She kicked up with her feet and landed perfectly back on the sand which made marc raise an eyebrow, and tilt his head and it was her chance without even blinking she used her position to sweep Marc's feet out from under him, and straddle him with a smirk, "I win". Marc was stunned to say the least, and he actually really wanted to kiss her, but instead marc reached up and moved her hair from her face.

Steven moved nailah's hair from her face which seemed to help because now she was backing up, and blinking, and then standing up, but shaking. Steven stood too rather abruptly and- (steven grab her hands, calm her the fuck down and go to the warehouse), and so he did exactly that, grabbing her hands, "I know it's alot trust me I know better than anyone else, but, and you don't have too but I need to go to a warehouse do you want to come?", and at that nailah looked up at him and sighed like she was relieved to see him which in turn made his heart swell, "yes, let me-let me change". "Where to first? I'm assuming we're going to a temple" nailah spoke interrupting the silence that once sat between the team which was just her, marc, frenchie, and bushmen she always hated the silence. "We're going to the moon gods temple and then the temple of re (ra)" bushmens tone was harsh, and crude towards her, but nailah still perked up regardless which marc noticed and then frenchie noticed that marc noticed so he elbowed him with a smirk. "I actually know where the temples are, I've lived here my whole life so i could take us", and when nailah said that everyone perked up but it was only marc who caught her gaze. Steven was waiting patiently by the door when she came back only 2 minutes later, now wearing long mom jeans, a tucked in turtle neck, a long brown jacket, and her curly hair felt at her shoulders, but what caught Steven's attention was the two necklaces that rested above her heart.

Two necklaces; the first one was the one frank castle gave her, and another that was the eye of re (ra) with an ankh adorning it at its side, and then they were off to the warehouse in awkward silence. Finally after what felt like 10 slow, agnozing hours, not that Steven minded being cooped up in a car with nailah, he just needed air and pratically rushed inside the warehouse with her following close behind. Nailah waited quietly while they walked to the warehouse, and now its all familiar, its all familiar again as they step inside and close the door, it's too familar. Three days later because bushmen needed some "personal time", and the wind was doing nothing for the group, and bushmen had kept talking about a doctor, but she pushed it aside and let her mind wander to the person who was next to her, marc Spector, and she was falling deep. "You still listening sunbird?" Marc spoke up, and nailah looked up towards him with a small smile on her face, "yeah, yeah I am, also we should be nearing khonshu's, and ra's temple now", and she was right, but as the two of them turned around they were met with bushmen pointing guns at the both of them. Steven rummaged through a duffle bag that he saw on the bed nailah was feeling, she was running her fingers along everything almost like everything here was familar. That's when marc appeared in the mirror after steven had picked up an id card, but hearing marc's voice made nailah shoot up from the bed she was previously occupying. "You two- you two holy shit you know him, you knew him personally how bloody personal did you two get?".

Marc jumped in front of nailah immediately when he saw the gun. "What the hell is going on" nailah spoke out loud regardless of her voice wavering she kept eye contact with bushmen and her hand was now resting in Marc's, "you're little boyfriend here disobeyed me", and that her head tilted, "if you're going to hurt him"- it was her turn to stand in front of marc now pulling a silver spear from the side of her waist, "you'll have to get through me first". Nailah just, she just blinked at Steven, but before she ever got the chance marc spoke up first, "you weren't supposed to see any of this, and yes she knew me personally, but it never got far",nailah was still silent now with both looking dead at her. "I-uh, I'm gonna wait outside- I can't, close spaces and me don't- don't work" nailah shut the door gently and pratically collapsed against the one opposite of it holding her hand to her mouth as her eyes clamped shut, and the tears she's been holding back for a while finally fell. She was trembling with fear now that a gun was being pointed at her, but regardless gripped the silver staff in her hand with a purpose, either to get the hell out of here alive, or die saving marc. "Fine then I'll go through you" it all happened so damn fast. Marc practically threw her out of the way as the gun pierced her ears, and when she looked back up he was laying in the sand, propped up on one elbow, and holding a bleeding wound. (Kill him, and bring marc to me) a voice whispered to her, this was her chance to use this explosive episode shes been holding back to finally fucking erupt, but- gods that word but,when she saw marc, the blood, his face twisted in worry and pain, and the spear, the voice, and instead of using this episode for revenge she used it for strength. She was going to save marc even if it killed her too.

The warehouse shook violently and the wind picked up within the hallway, and nailah quickly wiped her eyes, and abruptly stood as Steven ran out of the warehouse with a bag. "What the hell is happening" Nailah yelled out over the loud banging, and Steven just started running, and now she knew why. Khonshu was standing at the end of the hallway, but at the other end there was...osiris. nailah scampered over on the sand to where marc was as bushmen pratically left them in the dust, "I'm going to get you help I promise, you're not going to die marc not on my watch, okay? Not today." Tears spilled down nailah's sandy face as marc cupped her cheek with his nonbloody hand, "You're a pretty crier" was all he said and it whole heartedly made nailah chuckle until he rested his forehead against hers and let out a shaky sigh, "i- i lov- like you alot sunbird i really do", that was enough to give nailah even more strength to stand, and haul marc up, and now they were on their treacherous journey to the pyrmiads. 'KHONSHU, FORGOTTEN GOD OF THE MOON AND VENGEANCE, IF YOU LAY ONE MEESELY HAND ON THEM I WILL DRAG YOU TO THE UNDERWORLD MYSELF' nailah found herself widening her eyes at osiris's voice to the other god, and now it was her perfect escape to go find steven. Khonshu ended up in front of her again and she was going to call upon her staff, but osiris had other plans when he appeared behind khonshu. 'DID YOU THINK I WAS LYING, YOU WILL NOT HURT MY WARRIOR, NOR WILL YOU HURT MY WARRIORS BOYFRIEND' nailah couldn't help but chuckle, "osiris he's not my- you know what I'm gonna go find him". Marc was bleeding out fast, but they were almost there and all he had to do was hold on just a little longer, just a little longer, "you're going to survive marc I'm not letting you die today, not ever okay? Keep your eyes open" her voice was breaking, and all she could think about was how she was not going to loose someone else not ever, not today.

Steven ran out of the building even if khonshu was no longer behind him, but nailah was, and both of them were panting and catching their breath. That's when she heard a voice, that voice, layla and her fucking bike, and Steven getting on said fucking bike. She stole one, yeah, yeah it's not humane of her to do, but she had to catch up to steven and Layla and either it was the episode she was suppressing, or just pure determination she got to Steven's apartment quite fast, and got to the door, but it was shut in her face, "I'm going to kill the both of them" grumbling her eyes flickered to their powerful gold color, and out of nowhere a gust of win swept under the door, and unlocked it letting nailah walk in unannounced. She did, they got to the temples the only issue now was getting marc inside khonshu's temple because somehow he was still breathing, and nailah was thanking her lucky fucking stars. "Come on marc, come on we're almost there" her voice officially broke and both her a marc collapsed in the middle of the two temples, and the waterworks flowed down her face like the- the nile river. "You did good sunbird, I'm- I'm proud of you okay? I'm so proud of you, you did good" marc held her face with pale, sweaty, shaky hands, and his eyes stared into her own but his were losing their signature brightness. "Today has been really shitty you know, but I'm glad i met you" whispering with her forehead now pressed into his, marc was the first to look at her with concern even though he was literally dying, but like he was waiting for an answer as to why it was so shitty, "despite this, i got word today my parents died in a shootout in new york, my uh..daughter died today a few years ago she drowned in the nile, and now this, guess I'm just surrounded by...death". That she was, but death would not bring her back, not the first time at least.

"You're- how the hell did you find him" layla shot out at nailah pratically spatting in her face to which nailah wiped her face with a laugh, and not the good type of laugh. "Needed a vacation from frank castle decided to come to london, we just ran into each other" nailah was standing with her back to the door, her stance now tense again not what she had shown steven earlier; the vulnerability gone and her shield was back up along with the tension that presented itself in her face, and her body. "You- you were the one who helped frank castle escape, and you fucking helped him!? What the fuck nailah" layla was yelling now, and Steven was pacing, but she stayed calm, she always stayed calm, at least now she did Nailah was not calm, not calm at all placing marc in the door of the temple; she was so fucking close, so fucking close just a little bit more...- until a shot rang out through the empty desert. Layla looked down at the bag on the table and then back over at steven, obviously they had argued before nailah got there, and steven seemed anxious, and tense which wasn't anything new but it was obviously intensified right now, and she wondered if marc was speaking to him. "Layla don't" steven warned, but she went through the bag anyway despite Steven's wishes which made nailah roll her eyes, until she pulled out the scarab. It felt as if marc was yelling her name from a distance as she fell to the blood red sandy ground beneath her holding her chest. How she didn't die on impact was beyond her, but she could move. She could barely breath when she felt shaky, bloody hands lift her head into their lap, and all she could hear from him was, "don't you fucking dare leave me nailah, if I'm not allowed to die neither are you" his voice had broke, and the tears fell but then she felt something else, marc had lifted her to where her limp body was resting against him, but her head was in his hands, and at the moment she felt marc spector kiss her with the words, "until another lifetime" hung in the air, and then pure, unadulterated darkness.

That damn scarab started all of this; it was why nailah came back in the first place, (that and what went down with her and frank) like it had drawn her back here and now it was in the hands of the woman who saved the both of them. Yes nailah didn't quite like layla, maybe it was because their personalities clashed, but she had to give it to that woman because truthfully without her none of this would've been possible so yes nailah pushed layla away because in truth she cared for her regardless. (If you let her take the scarab they'll come after her you know this, don't let her take the scarab) nailah's eyes flickered to the shiny object now in layla's hand and then there was a knock on the door. Marc held nailah's now limp body in his arms, slowly feeling himself grow weaker by the second but he was literally crying his eyes out and rocking her limp body back and forth even if it hurt him to do so. "I'm so sorry, first day on the job gets you, and I both killed I'm so sorry sunbird, I'm so sorry" it was all he could say now, and the only thing he could think of was at least she was with her daughter now, but as he leaned down to kiss her cold forehead and looked up, even though he couldn't quite understand what she was saying as the darkness started slowly creep up on him all he could see was his good friend layla coming towards them, and then nothing. Layla was gone, no like literally as steven went to open the door, and nailah looked back layla was quite literally gone, and now two people were barging into the room, and Steven almost ran to be next to her. They both shared a look then nailah looked back towards the two "agents" with a snarl ripping loose from her mouth, and she spoke out loud enough for them too hear, "how fucking delightful". She was dead, like full on bloody corspe dead, but that bright light,the hawk, and the booming voice she heard, 'NAILAH AMUNET AMIR' it was right in front of her the voice, and a foreign warmth wrapped around her like a blanket, YOU WILL BE FORTH KNOWN AS THE FIST OF RA, FROM HERE ON OUT, ARISE MY KNIGHT AND PRESENT YOURSELF AS THE ECLISPE, THE MIGHTY FIST OF RA'.

She abruptly sat up from the gold altar she was laying on with a loud scream, a scream that shook the earth around her, a scream that caused the thunder to clap back, a scream that brewed a wicked storm, a scream that the sun wept for, a scream that called out for one name, and one name only, marc. nailah couldn't have stopped it if she tried it was already too late here she was passed out in a car while steven was conscious, but she was slowly starting to wake up, and she was fucking pissed. Steven was cuffed and so was nailah but when she awoke her body was horizontal meaning her legs were right over Steven's lap, and now was not the time to be flustered but a blush creeped up on her face regardless. Steven looked over at her with worry painting his face but nailah held a finger to her lips telling him to stay quiet, but she had a hard time when she felt him involuntarily relax and placed a really shaky hand on her calf with a lopsided,worry filled grin. Marc, marc, marc; it was all that was going through her foggy brain as she descended from the golden alter, and he was nowhere to be seen, (you know that rage she was feeling this morning, well it's coming back again). Her legs were shaky sort of like she was a newborn baby, but when her legs came too nailah bolted out of the temple into the nightly air of the Egyptian desert, and pratically stumbled into the temple of the god khonshu. The car had stopped moving and had parked in some weird ass back alley. That's when nailah jolted up, her legs still across Steven's lap and his hand was now practically using her thigh as a stress ball which in turn made her blush and reluctantly place her legs back on the floor board. "They're going to separate us i can hear them talking about it" she whispered looking over at Steven before gently grabbing his face mostly to get her point across, and mostly because she was mirroring his actions from earlier this day, "be careful please, promise me you will be" all steven could do was nod and maybe this was the little American in his head, or maybe it was just him but he very lightly pressed his lips to nailah's.

Her lips tasted like sun kissed citrus, blackberries, and honey a perfect combo Steven thought to himself. All of this wasn't what he wanted, he definitely wanted to keep kissing her as he still was, but he wanted to take her out on a date, go to a art museum, a vegan restaurant, or something but he could get by with this for now. Finally he pulls away to breathe and nailah has this beautiful lopsided smile on her face but Steven grabs her face again totally ignoring marc in the mirror who seems to be...jealous, but steven didn't care as he rested his forehead agaisnt hers, "i bloody promise". The temple sung when she entered like light was washed over every corner making her jump slightly, her hands tingled, but then she saw him laying on the altar and bolted to him. "Please wake up, please marc, if you don't I swear to the gods I'll kill you all over again" nailah gently grabbed his face in her hands and the tears she'd been building up all came out like a flood at the nile until she gently kissed his forehead the same way she did when her daughter died, but something was happening outside and in the temple. The two of them now separated thanks to arthur harrow who steven was now with and nailah was waiting impatiently. Arthur had brought steven into the compoud his little cult group was staying in. It was big to say the least, many people that looked almost like zombies, and- "Khonshu is here isn't he?, you know I was once his avatar", and that made steven worry even more, but his mind went to nailah, what was she doing currently?, and where the hell was she?. He didn't get the chance to ponder much more because Arthur had asked about the scarab, marc was yelling at him, but just to his luck layla came in holding up the shiny peace of history, and now he was really wondering where nailah was.

She didn't see it happen, her back was turned away from the altar, but she felt the gust of wind, and her mind told her to turn around immediately and so she did but she was met with marc spector rising from the altar with pure white eyes that had a blue tint to them, her own eyes became a rich golden color, and she followed marc as he began to walk into the cold egyptian desert that was now covered with an almost dim darkness. Layla had grabbed steven as arthur started chanting, and a royal purple light came from his staff, the same staff that held a sliver of ammit's power, releasing the jackals. "I'm gonna die in some man's creepy ass dungeon" steven called out until layla spoke out, "where's nailah steven? Where the hell is she" both layla and marc had said it at the same time and now he began to really worry. Nailah was fucking bored. She was sitting on the curb with her chin resting in her hand and she was just going to stay there unless needed, but then she heard a large crash and immediately got up, and pratically ran to the source of the crash. Steven had fucking fallen throught the window, and into a suit? It was a really clean all white tux and he had a mask on his face and as he looked in the mirror he noticed the white eyes on his face, and then he noticed marc, "steven what the hell are we wearing". Nailah was still running and so many thoughts were running through her mind but one stood out from the rest, why did harrow want them separated?, why didn't he want nailah there, and maybe he knew what together, her and marc were truly capable of.

Fucking finally nailah made it and she saw- well she did see the jackal jumping on what she guessed was steven in a white suit but something told her to stay back, to let him do this on his own even if she could disintegrate these things with a flick of her wrist, she wanted steven to have this accomplishment of saying he actual fought off a jackal. Nailah watched from afar, (he's going to get himself killed if you don't help), nailah rolled her eyes at the god that was now standing beside her to where literally only she could see, "he'll be fine, I believe in him plus if things take a rlly bad turn I'll step i- ooo that didn't look good ouch" nailah winced as steven was flung into the car, but then he started talking and Gods nailah literally face palmed. "You're in the wrongs ends mate you're in my yard now" steven gritted out and he let out a punch that honestly suprised nailah and his celebratory wagwan did make her laugh until he was plummeted into the street, poor steven. That's when nailah stepped in as steven was catching himself against the bus; she rolled her shoulders at once letting them eminence a popping noise that was similar to someone's bones creaking, as her head clicked to the side and her suit wrapped around her body in a...familar warmth as the jackal headed straight for her and-. Marc and nailah stepped outside in the dim darkness of the beautiful Egyptian desert. "Marc what's happening" nailah's voice wasn't quiet but in a way it felt as if it was as they looked up towards the night sky? But it wasn't night, it wasn't night at all, and looking back out at the vast desert the two walking corpses saw what they guessed were the god khonshu, and the high God Ra. This would be the only time ra ever appeared to nailah...in this lifetime.

She was ready to take on the jackal by herself until she felt a gust of wind, and her mind told her to turn around immediately and so she did but she was met with her old friend marc spector. "Get it out of here!" Layla yelled out to the both of them, and marc started running from the top of the city and nailah took the lower half hopefully to meet marc halfway with a dead jackal since it followed him. Marc stumbled onto his knees rather not gracefully unlike the god he mirrored; Khonshu gracefully came to his knees as the wind began to pick up, and now it was nailah's turn to fall to her knees with a grunt as the mighty god Ra gracefully came to his knees, and nailah felt like crying. "What the hell is happening!" She yelled out at the two gods rather angrily, but the god in front of her slowly moved his head to stare at her with piercing eyes and he opened his mouth with a booming voice"THE SOLAR ECLISPE'', and then khonshu looked towards the both of them and spoke with a deep bass of a voice, "you both have caused this, dying together, your blood mixing created a solar eclispe something that only happens when the knights are purely connected. That is how you found each other because you are connected not only through knightage but by hearts and minds, you together are a powerful force, the solar eclipse where both of you are at your most poweful".

Nailah stopped at the end when marc slammed the jackal onto the pointed tip of the tower and her eyes widened as the jackal oozed and then went poof, the only reason she was so suprised was because she had never really stuck around long enough to see these things die, but then her eyes shoot elsewhere and it's marc again instead of the suit and her own suit retracted itself. He was searching his pockets now as nailah made her way towards him until he yelled out in pure frustration and she stopped, her entire body going rigid when she realized what that meant, he had lost the scarab. Her voice was barely above a whisper as her hand reached out behind marc, not touching him but letting him know she was there as she spoke, "marc..we'll get it back okay? I promise you" but when he turned around the look in his eyes made her take a step back, because she knew what was about to happen, it happened with frank castle, and it was about to happen with marc spector until he looked towards the mirror in the structure that had just been used to kill the jackal, and marc was pissed off, the look in his eyes was dark, angry, explosive, but tired all at once; nailah knew exactly how he felt. Khonshu explained what it meant but nailah wasn't having any of it as she stood breaking the mirrioring process of her and Ra, her eyes were frantic, wild, uneasy, but scared all at once. The wind began to pick up around nailah, "nailah you must stop this now, you don't know the strength of your powers yet" The mighty god Ra exclaimed and now it was Marc's turn to break the mirroring process and he was going to comfort her, but when she looked back he stopped seeing the dangerous glint in her eyes, and the wind picked up even more around her like she was the one causing this.

She watched as steven and marc went back and forth, from a distance of course because this was the first time in ages she had ever seen marc angry, sure it was nothing like the murderous rage of frank castle- who she lo- well..it's uh complicated to say the least about what went down with her and frank after she left egypt, and promised herself she would never step foot in Egypt ever again. Marc had now broken the mirror in a fit of rage, "shut the fuck up" marc continously yelled breaking the mirror in pieces, and then everything was dead silent as the wind picked up around them, and she knew it to be khonshu. Nailah hadn't said anything yet just letting marc and khonshu talk, she could hear the both of them, and their conversation about how khonshu was dissatisfied with marc loosing the scarab, and then he said her name and now marc noticed she was there and his hard eyes softened with regret, and something else nailah couldn't quite figure out. She couldn't figure it out, the wind, her bubbling anger, was she really the one causing this. The two gods and marc stood around her in a circle of three just staring because marc was going to go to her but khonshu stopped him immediately. "Nailah you need to stop, or you will kill someone" khonshu yelled out, but her eyes were golden now, and she let out a very loud scream not like the scream when she arose from the dead but a scream of anger, sadness, confusion, tiredness, a scream that could be heard all across Egypt as the sky, a scream that killed someone.

Marc was advancing towards her now with khonshu still behind him, "we need-" naliah cut him off with a hand being pressed to his chest, "I know, but we need to find harrow first, and then all of this will finally be over, and you can go back to your life, and I can go back to the U.S" his eyes hardened again at the mention because she hesitated to say something, a name he presumed. "So you can get back to who nailah? Hmm, who's so important over there?", she wanted to say, the person who saved her from her self sabotage when you were off with god knows who, but she kept her composure and simply said, "frank castle, and i already told you I'm never going back to Egypt ever again". She killed him..nailah didn't mean too, it all was just too much, it was overwhelming and- and loud, and- and, "oh my go-god" everything stopped the wind, the loudness, it was all just silence, and the eclispe had stopped, and now the hot sun was reigning over them once more. "You killed him nailah- I can not be the mentor over someone who has killed without jurisdiction, you will be my fist, but you'll never hear, or see me unless i allow it" and with that the mighty god Ra was gone, now it was her, khonshu, and a dead marc Spector. "You need to leave before he wakes up" she heard the god but her feet were planted into the sand above Marc's body, "LEAVE NOW MORTAL OR I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN", and when khonshu spoke nailah left as fast as her feet would carry her, mentally promising herself she'd never come back to egypt, and that's when she went to the U.S, and met new York's very own punisher (read their story in comet on collison coming soon!, now back to the present).

Ever again, it repeated in her head as marc came closer to her, but she kept backing away too scared to face him after all this time, too scared to even look him in the eye. Marc lifted her chin so now she was practically forced to look him in the eye, but everything was still tense and marc without any words kissed her forehead gently, "I'm so sorry about this, and i hope you'll forgive me, no matter how long it takes sunbird, until we meet again", she didn't have time to ask what he meant because as soon as marc finished speaking he snapped nailah's killing her. "You did what you had to do marc, she'll come back, knowing osiris he'd never let her die before her time" khonshu spoke out as marc picked up a unconscious nailah with a sad sigh, he hated that he did it, and he knew nailah would be extremely pissed off. "Where are we even going" marc asked looking down at nailah then back up at khonshu who spoke, "where the hell do you think". Nailah knew where she was, she had been her before when Billy russo stabbed her with her own staff, it's how osiris became that little voice inside her head, but nailah was literally fuming now as osiris presented himself to her. "He killed me- HE FUCKING KILLED ME" nailah howled out in anger, her once brown eyes, now lit with a golden flame, nailah whipped back around to stare up at osiris who was expectedly calm. "Osiris-" her voice dripped with anger, "where did he take me" she knew the answer, but she just needed to hear it to fuel that fire waiting to erupt.

"Wake up and see for yourself knight", and before she could get any words out, she woke up gasping for air. She was in the bed, and marc was now standing near the window, shirtless throwing open the curtians to reveal cairo egypt. Nailah stood from the bed, realizing she was only in what she guessed was one of Marc's shirts, and shorts, and...the necklace frank, and marc had given her, but she pushed it away and was now staring at marc with pure anger in her eyes, and terror in her heart, "welcome back to egypt nailah", she was going to fucking kill him...again.

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Introduction

Helloooo, this is my first tumblr post so I apologize for how bad it is😭

Anyways I write fanfics! Here are the fandoms I will write for:

Marvel

Stranger things

The owl house

Wednesday

Enola Holmes

Harry Potter

Avatar the last airbender/ Avatar legend of korra

Heartstopper

Limits/Requirements

What I will write:

Fluff

Gay stories (M/M & M/GN)

Character x reader

Headcanons

One-shots

Requests

Platonic stories with female characters

Poly Relationships

LIGHT smut/suggestive situations (!only for characters that are not underage!)

Imagines

Coming out imagines (trans/queer/ace/poly friendly!)

What I will NOT write:

Angst (im bad at it😭)

Straight stories (M/F)

Romantic stories with female characters

Long/Multi chapter stories

Character x character (unless its a poly ship with the reader)

Extreme age-gap

Pro-ships

Extreme smut

About me!

My name is Crimson!

Im gay

My pronouns are he/they

Very amateur writer

I prioritize requests!!!

I won't be constantly writing cuz ya know life but I will make sure that I see and respond to requests

I have an ao3 account with the same name but I havent posted anything yet😭

Characters

Will be accepting requests for these characters

Marvel

Peter Parker (My #1)

Andrew!Peter Parker

Tobey!Peter Parker

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes

Eddie Brock

Matt Murdock

Clint Barton

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange (Platonic only)

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark (Platonic only)

Thor

Namor

Vision

Wade Wilson

Steve Rogers

Bruce Banner

Shang-Chi

Scott Summers

Leo Fitz

Kang the Conqueror/Nathaniel Richards (New!)

Stranger things

Dustin Henderson (my #1)

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Argyle

Jim Hopper

Enzo/Dmitri

The Owl House

Hunter

Thats basically it but I will do a lot of platonic imagines with all the other characters

Wednesday

Tyler

Ajax (my #1)

Pugsley

Eugene

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Tewksbury

A lot of platonic imagines for the rest of the characters as well

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley (my #1)

Neville Longbottom

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver Wood

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Avatar TLA/LOK

Aang

Sokka

Zuko

Mako

Bolin

+bunch of platonic stuff

Heartstopper

Nick

Charlie

Thats basically it

Extra

Please send requests! :) Im really bad at coming up with ideas lol

I probably forgot a bunch of stuff on here but yeah

Thats it! Byeee

[jakelcckley]

we need more kane fics tbh. where are they! i want my fucked up dude to rearrange my insides!

ANON SAME!!! WE REALLY NEED MORE KANE FICS!!!! IM QUITE SAD THAT THERE'S A VERY FEW OF THEM AND I HAVE NOT FOUND ANY OTHER READER X KANE IN AO3.

For those who want to read kane fics, here's a few fics that I recently found from tumblr and some from A03. I have not read them yet, but I will later~~~! (link embedded on the title of each fics)

reader x kane list:

Mangled by @laters-gators: (r18, kane x reader) When tasked with a suicide mission, feelings for your colleague cloud your judgement. A celebration of Friday the 13th!

Ruin the Friendship by @millllenniawrites: (r18, kane x reader) Kane told Lena he had to leave a day early for the Shimmer. Without so much as a kiss goodbye, he left behind a home he wasn’t likely to come back to. And drove to you. 

Trying by @budcooper: Rated Explicit for basically porn without plot, lots of breeding/pregnancy kink, trying to conceive, slight kinda dom/sub vibes

My dear kane by @spector-marc: A love letter to Kane (gn, smut/fluff)

two ghosts by @alwritey-aphrodite: trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat (oneshot)

15. night swimming blurb by @alwritey-aphrodite

lena x kane list:

let nature take its course by @leiakenobi: The Shimmer showed Lena that her Kane died—or at least, the one who had life and form before the Shimmer, since it seemed unfair to think of the man she’d betrayed as hers. (AO3)

Ao3 search list

character study fic:

Assimilation by @macchiato-dreaming22: prose fanfiction character study on the Kane Double because Oscar Isaac is an amazing actor and the symbolic shit going on in that movie was a beautiful acid trip.

Heavy by mautadite: Failure suggests purpose, and if you were ever given one, beyond “find Lena”, then you have forgotten it. (AO3)

[sessa23]

Desperate

Part one

@noforkingclue and I collaborated to bring this. Hope you enjoy it.

Warning: Drugging

Marc knocked on the door of your apartment, he was desperate for your help. Harrow had gotten away with the scarab, "What are we doing here?" Konshu asked, Marc heard footsteps approaching the door. "Im going to need help from an old friend." Just then your front door opened and you came face to face with Marc

Your eyes widened "Marc spector. It's been a long time since I've seen you" you replied as a small smile came on your face. "Hello Y/N, something has happened and I need your help" Marc stepped closer. You poked your head out the door and looked to the left and the right. "You'd better come in." You stated, Marc walked into your apartment as you closed the door.

He looked around your apartment, you had papers and books scattered on a table . "So Marc what can I do for you?" You asked, Marc looked at you "Y/N, I have lost an important artifact and I need your help. I need you to come to Egypt with me." Your face fell "im sorry Marc but I can't help you." You sighed as you walked over to put the papers on the table away. Marc turned, he was surprised at your answer

"I have too much to do here and besides I've left that life behind me Marc, i work at the university of London, in the Egyptology department" You stated as you walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from your cabinet. "Do you want a drink Marc?" You asked, Marc looked at you and shook his head "Y/N, please I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't desperate."

Marc looked at the breakfast bar and saw a piece of paper, it was a Police complaint form. "my apartment was broken into last night while I was out, I'm submitting a complaint about what happened when I reported it." Marc looked concerned "what do you mean, what happened when you reported it?" You sighed "basically I was told that because nothing was stolen, no crime was committed, which is BS."

You turned to Marc, "look please wait here I won't be long." You put your glass down on the breakfast bar and walked out the room. Once he was sure that you had gone, Marc pulled a small bottle out his jacket pocket, he knew that what he was about to do and he felt guilty but he had no choice. You were still out of the room and so he quickly poured some of the bottle's content into your glass. As he heard your footsteps coming back into the room, Marc quickly put the bottle back in his jacket pocket.

You came back into the room and grabbed your glass, "I'm sorry that i can't help you Marc." You replied as you drank the rest of your drink. "I do have the details of someone who may be able to as..sis..t" you trailed off before blinking, you didn't have a chance to put down your glass, it fell out of you hand and smashed onto the ground.

"Marc, why do I feel slee...." you trailed as you fell back, Marc caught you in his arms. "Marc what did you do?" Steven asked. Marc caressed you cheek. "I didn't have a choice." He stated as he looked away from steven,Your vision blurred, the last thing you saw was Marc caressing your cheek before your eyes closed

Marc closed his eyes and he pressed his forehead against yours. You looked so peaceful despite the fact that he knew you were going to be furious at him when you woke up. He forced himself to ignore the disappointed look that Steven was giving him as he lifted you into his arms. He longed to do this when you were awake but for now he’d settle with this

[angelmichelangelo]

so i found a dr raynor vs dr harrow analysis i wrote a while back just sitting in my drafts so here it is for anyone that cares lol:

so in hindsight, neither of them are necessarily good or bad therapists. i think, like real life, they have varying qualities about them that will either play into their patients strengths, or just totally go against their weaknesses.

i think marvel is a little… unbalanced, shall we say? when it comes to portraying real life therapy. now, i would like to stress that dr harrow isn’t real (in terms of existing in the mcu world) he’s simply a creation from marc’s mind, and so when i discuss his tactics against dr raynor’s consider that im saying all of this with a pinch of salt because some of his behaviour/actions just stems from marc’s own perspective on therapist and therapy.

i’ll talk about dr raynor first however since we saw her actually exist with the mcu and give a real therapy session. now, bucky barnes and marc spector are two completely different characters. they’ve experienced different things, experienced different mental health issues, however it’s evident that both of them are victims of very heavy trauma.

so when we meet dr raynor in episode one, it’s evident that her and bucky do not get along. which, in itself is no crime. im sure a lot of people can relate to having some sort of resilience towards their therapist, especially under bucky’s circumstances where it’s government mandated instead of voluntary (aka, he’s not doing this for his own sake of getting better but rather because it’s required of him to do so). their relationship is strained, he’s very closed off, there’s a lot of very blunt answers and raynor… i feel lets it aggravate her. now, we know as a character bucky is stubborn, he can be blunt and snappy. and im gonna pretend like marvel put any thought behind this at all, but i imagine that when picking an appropriate therapist for bucky, they went with someone that was most like him, in order to make him feel vulnerable enough to open up. bucky certainly doesn’t need to be babied. he doesn’t need a therapist that is gonna coddle him every time he refuses to talk about his ptsd fuelled nightmares, or allow him to simply sit in silence for the entirety of the session just so he can say he went. in that aspect, raynor is a good therapist for bucky. someone who isn’t gonna shy away from him, someone who’s clearly not afraid of him – and that’s key. bucky spends a lot of time worrying about himself and how he is perceived. having raynor be blunt with him isn’t her just being an asshole, but it’s simply showing him “hey, im not gonna treat you any differently because who you are and what you did. this is how it is now suck it up and help yourself get better.”

i believe in that aspect, raynor is a pretty good fit for bucky. my gripe comes with basically how the show wrote her. i think again, it’s not so much her as a character but how marvel projects therapy into their show. raynor did some pretty unprofessional things. she taunted him about his dead family and friends as a means to get him to open up (yeesh) she makes sam sit in on a therapy session with neither of their consent (big no no) and her entire purpose of her being there is to get bucky to make amends to the people the winter soldier has hurt in the past. not once does she make it explicitly clear to him that HE is not responsible for any of that. that bucky is not behind all those deaths, that it was hydra who did that. she sends him on a wild goose chase, basically making him feel worse, and the guilt just piles on. her character is good, her execution of how to help bucky is not.

so overall: raynor gets a 3.5/5 stars from me in terms of, okay i see what you’re doing but holy cow marvel you’re going about it the wrong way entirely.

as for dr harrow, again, like i stated before, it’s a little tricky to compare the two because he’s not an actual therapist. his existence stems from marc’s subconscious whilst they are dead so… again: pinch of salt lol

i think, from my own perspective, his portrayal comes across as very authentic. again, marc (nor steven) need to babied. they don’t need to be treated like children because of their mental illnesses. but in this sense, dr harrow does treat marc (and i’m just gonna reference marc since he has the most screen time with him) with a sense of… fragility.

it’s evident that in those scenes, marc is definitely unwell. he’s going through an episode and he’s clearly not at his peak in regards to his mental state. dr harrow doesn’t belittle him, nor is he cruel. he’s gentle and soft spoken because it’s clear he knows what kind of environment marc needs when he’s in this headspace. i actually really loved ethan hawke’s betrayal of this character, it was really interesting and fun to watch, and i think he just really felt like an actual therapist of a mentally ill man, rather than someone pretending to be one.

he engages in marc’s questions or worries. he’s never dismissive however, he gets to the point in telling marc (or jake in this scene, whatever you want) that the things he’s seeing with the hippopotamus is nonsense, and gets him to say it out loud so that he can understand it better. he reiterated that not everything he is seeing is real, and does so by not necessarily talking down to him but just… telling him. talking to him and then parroting back his own statement so that marc can confirm he understands why that is.

he makes a sharp turn though when it’s steven fronting. and again, dr harrow is very calm with him, he’s patient in allowing him to ask questions and then insult him (lol) but when it comes down to his mother, steven starts to panic and dr harrow’s idea of helping him with that is to pretend to call steven’s mother to which it’s just an empty dial tone, and that is the moment steven is confronted with the information that his mother is in fact dead.

now… idk about you but uhhh that would fuck me up pretty badly lmao. if i was under the belief that my family member was alive and well, and this was because of years and years of childhood trauma had caused me to repress that so much (which dr harrow knows) i don’t think it’d be a safe and sensible thing to do that kind of shock/exposure therapy. he very bluntly (but packages it up to look like he’s being nice) forces steven to face the facts that his mother has already passed away, and he’s been essentially lied to. i personally just don’t think that’s a fair way to do it, but understandably a lot of people differ in how they react to certain forms of therapy, and if it works for you then it works, but again, none of this is real and this is just me rambling lol

so in conclusion i think marvel are still figuring out how to write a good therapist. and don’t get me wrong: i don’t think either of them were meant to be necessary “good” therapists, but marvel sometimes think they’re writing a positive character trait when in actuality they’re not and that can blur the lines sometimes as to what their actual purpose is there and what marvel is essentially saying is a good example of therapy, and what isn’t.

this is all just my own personal opinion. im not a therapist and honestly i just make all of this up as i go along but yeah. that’s my babbling done for now :) if anyone has anything else they’d like to add on to this then feel free !! thanks :)

[houndsrending]

marvel stop screening my calls and write the moonknight/venom symbiote team up tale already

[juhbebbie]

I am just thinking about how every moon knight writer ever has severely missed out on the opportunity to bring in hathor/sekhmet in some kinda way

like in the show when hathor's avatar was there I was kinda like 👀 but it didn't go anywhere which is fine it wasn't the place for it

but okok just hear me out!!!

so there's the obvious connection of the fact that sekhmet is actually the goddess of vengeance, not khonshu (obviously things are different depending on time era/region because this is ancient mythology and there were often nultiple gods for the same thing but moving on)

but there's also literally the entire thing where hathor ends up becoming sekhmet and takes out Ra's revenge on humans

the abridged version of the myth off the top of my head is as follows: humans stop worshiping ra as much and so like any good diety he gets mad at this and has hathor go out and punish the offending humans

well this is all well and good until she kinda gets addicted to blood and killing and eventually ra is like "dude i think you got em holy shit chill out"

this does not work and eventually hathor, originally the cow headed goddess of rebirth and happiness and cool stuff like that, becomes sekhmet, lion goddess of vengeance and pretty much wipes people out reguardless of their loyalty to the gods

eventually Ra tricks her and gets her drunk off her mind by disguising a ton of beer or something as a pool of blood and sekhmet of course can't resist it and drinks that shit up until she passes tf out

what follows is different depending on which version of the myth since, once again, everything is iffy but basically sekhmet/hathor redeems herself and goes back to being nice and cool, except that sekhmet is always a part of her from now on and comes out when she's needed. and sekhmet isn't even always bad!! sometimes she's depicted as a warrior goddess or protector of Pharoahs!

sound familiar??????

im just saying her story of a fall from grace to violence and causing pain (in which she was pushed toward by higher god) and then redemption and even acceptance lines up very well with the character of Marc Spector, even putting aside the obvious parallels of the relationship between hathor and sekmet and Marc and his alters.

khonshu turning marc into the fist of vengeance and ra getting sekhmet to punish people for him, but the difference being that ra wanted sekhmet to stop while khonshu just keeps pushing marc further and further until he's unrecognizable to himself, but still grapples constantly with the shame he feels as a result

maybe its just me but if I saw that in a comic run or something I would eat that shit up