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Variant cover for Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #9 by Paulo Siqueira and Rachelle Rosenberg.

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Hellfire Magazine ft. Moon Knight

Inspired by the graphic design community on the official Marvel Rivals discord server! - No notable influences.

Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator

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drawing moonknight until i can run marvel rivals on my macbook day one

yes im coping this is coping art im coping so hard right now

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🐦‍⬛ Marvel OC AU Concepts 💉

So I’ve been thinking about what my original OC would look like if she existed in the Marvel Universe, and... she kinda split into two different identities depending on how gritty or surreal I wanted her world to be. Here’s what I’ve got so far:

🪶 1. Dolly Finch – The Disillusioned Detective Turned Vigilante

Age: 32–33

Once a legal detective who believed in justice — until she found out the system she worked for was rotten from the inside.

After a case that shattered her ideals, she vanished... only to reappear masked like a plague doctor, operating outside the law.

She doesn’t have powers. Just skills, instincts, and zero faith in the system with relentless determination and wit

Still fights for justice, but on her terms.

🕯️ Symbolism: She wears a plague doctor mask — not to scare, but to heal what she sees as a diseased society.

1.2 Divine Avatar Version – (Alt Timeline or Variant Dolly)

Similar soul, different path. This version was not a detective—but perhaps a social worker, nurse, or undertaker, someone who saw people fall through the cracks and was overwhelmed by society's systemic failure.

Divine Connection:

Chosen as an Avatar by Anubis and Sekhmet (most likely her)—gods of death, judgment, war, and healing.

They see in her not only righteous fury but also deep compassion for the broken—a desire to balance the scales, not just tip them.

Unlike the Plague Doctor!Dolly Finch, this version is more: quick to act, hot tempered but just, brutally honest but with good intentions, etc. (it's still in development)

🧠 2. Lyssa / Xandria / Alaida (TBD) – The Survivor and Her Living Shadow

Age: mid-late 20s

Framed and institutionalized by her powerful, well-respected parent to keep her quiet — because she knew too much.

Survived years of abuse, manipulation, and experimentation inside a corrupt mental asylum.

Escaped during a riot she helped spark. Now lives under a new name, carrying only a plush plague doctor doll as a memento.

👁️ But here’s the twist:

The plush is more than comfort — it houses a supernatural being only Lyssa can hear and see: a Plague Doctor figure who acts as her protector, guide, and surrogate father.

To everyone else? She’s just talking to herself.

But in combat, when she lets go, she can allow this being to take over or physically manifest through her — shifting into a plague-doctor-like form with enhanced strength, precision, and resilience.

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mini moon boys — new pope

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Here’s a small sketch of my Moon Knight OC! ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾

Should I color it in? I’m a little scared to but what do you guys think? 💭

What she’d look IRL if casted (Gabriela Ortega - a.k.a a filmmaker):

Ref clothing:

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🌙 Moon Knight Persona/OC

Name: Dolores "Dolly" Finch Age: Late 20s, Early 30s (somewhere between 32-33 years old ig...) Sex: AFAB Pronouns: She/They Sexuality: Queer Ethnicity: Hispanic Nationality: American Place of Birth: Bronx, NY Alias: Plagueheart Occupation: (Prev) - Legal Investigator | Public Defender (Currently) - Freelance Investigator/Vigilante Residence: Lives in a cozy, art-filled apartment above a used bookstore. Their space is a curated mix of eclectic oddities—postcards taped to the walls, shelves overflowing with old books, plants they talk to, and intriguing plague doctor memorabilia scattered among vibrant art pieces, creating a charming atmosphere of curated chaos.

Appearance:

Height: 5'6" ft

Weight:

Hair: Dark brown/Black | Short | Straight

Eyes: Brown Irises, Almond-shape

Complexion: Medium Brown

Build: Toned

Style: Practical yet Feminine, with a bit of Whimsy element touch to it

Personality Overview:

Grounded

Loyal

Emotionally Strong/Mature/Nurturing/Available & Trauma informed

Patient

Understanding

Capable of handling intense past

Tough but Compassionate yet not Naive

Attentive

Affirming

Playful

Good listener

Fascinated by art, literature, mythology (Intellectually stimulating)

has love for learning

Share's a survivor's grit

Independent

Streetwise

Affectionate

Has strong boundaries

Has their own dark past

Open minded

Flexible

Offers stability, safety, and validation

Can communicate clearly and navigate complexities with grace

Respects privacy/compartmenilization

Fierce advocate when needed

_____________________ 📖 Full Backstory / Life Phases: - Childhood -

Born in the Bronx under the name Gloria Domínguez, Dolly was raised in a deeply religious, culturally conservative household that viewed obedience as virtue and silence as strength. Her mother, a devout and volatile woman, ruled the household with fear masked as faith, twisting doctrine into control. Her father was emotionally absent, working multiple jobs and turning a blind eye to the abuse unfolding at home.

As a child, Dolly was quiet but observant. She escaped into library books, art supplies, and the occasional VHS documentary on ancient civilizations or forensic science. Her hyper-fixation on plague doctors began here—not from morbidity, but from fascination with healers who operated in darkness and mystery, often shunned yet vital. They became her symbol of transformation through pain.

At school, she was well-behaved and sharp-witted, though teachers often described her as “too mature” for her age. She hid bruises and buried screams in her sketchbook. Even as a child, Dolly understood the complexities of cruelty—how it dressed itself in parental concern or divine punishment.

Her childhood ended early. But in its ashes, a survivor bloomed.

- Teen hood -

By her teens, Dolly had quietly started to rebel—not with violence or chaos, but by reclaiming her mind. She took honors classes, studied psychology and criminal law in her spare time, and secretly applied to programs that would get her out of New York.

A pivotal moment occurred when, at sixteen, she stepped in to protect a younger neighbor being harassed by a family member. The confrontation ended in physical violence, police involvement, and a system that tried to silence her. But she refused. She testified. She won.

That experience confirmed her path: Justice—not the flawed, bureaucratic kind, but the kind that holds space for humanity.

With a partial scholarship and community support, she fled the Bronx shortly after graduation. She left her given name behind and legally adopted the name Dolores “Dolly” Finch—Dolores, for pain, and Finch, for the bird that sings even when caged.

- Early Years of Adulthood -

In her twenties, Dolly entered the justice system—not as a cop, but as a legal advocate, working cases involving domestic abuse, youth incarceration, and systemic corruption. At first, she believed she could work within the system to change it. But years of facing gaslighting from peers, watching repeat offenders walk free, and being forced to console victims whose cases were dismissed hardened her spirit.

At night, she sculpted clay masks. She took Krav Maga classes, then Muay Thai. She learned how to fight in silence. And eventually, she stopped waiting for permission to make things right.

After a particularly traumatic case involving a murdered child whose abuser went free, Dolly walked away from the legal world. She retreated into herself, mourning the ideals she once held. But something darker took root: a quiet resolve to become the justice she was denied.

Her persona—the Plague Doctor—was born not out of vengeance, but necessity. She began wearing a minimalistic, modernized mask in her vigilante work. Cloaked in anonymity, she infiltrated crime rings, exposed corrupt officials, and left behind symbolic items—a paper lily, a poem fragment, a coin—reminders that someone was watching.

- Present -

Now in her early thirties, Dolly has left New York behind, settling in London, where she quietly works as a freelance historical researcher, archivist, or humanities consultant by day, and operates under the Plague Doctor mantle at night.

She moved to London after following a trail of corrupt private contractors tied to both domestic abuse shelters and occult smuggling. The city’s history of hidden catacombs, veiled societies, and crumbling justice systems made it fertile ground for her work—and healing.

Her home, a flat above a used bookstore, is filled with plants, postcards from strangers, plague doctor figurines, and shelves of ancient texts. Her walls are painted in earthy tones with whimsical art and reminders of her inner child. It’s not perfect, but it’s hers.

Dolly no longer sees herself as broken or fixed—just in motion. She doesn’t believe in purity or perfection, only in transformation, and in choosing compassion when it’s hardest to do so.

🕯 How She Meets the Moon Knight System

🌕 Steven Grant – The Bookshop Encounter

Steven was the first she met—an odd encounter in the early evening after hours at the bookstore below her apartment. He was admiring a weathered volume on ancient Egyptian purification rituals when Dolly interrupted his internal monologue with a simple question about the author's bias. Their conversation evolved into a quiet, unspoken ritual—he'd drop by the shop, she’d “coincidentally” be there, and they'd talk about gods, memory, and history.

She admired his earnestness, and he found in her a stabilizing presence who didn’t flinch from his intensity. She didn’t pry about his odd absences, and he didn’t question her guarded eyes. Their relationship grew through shared glances, under-the-breath jokes, and late-night philosophical rambles. There was no pressure—only quiet, mutual understanding.

She liked that he never asked her to explain her past. Just as she never asked about his scars. | | |

🌕 Marc Spector – The Jazz Bar Collision

Marc came into her life not through chance, but through tension.

One rainy evening, she followed a lead into a jazz bar tied to a human trafficking front—only to find someone else already there, casing the same people. That someone was Marc.

Their first exchange was blunt and sharp—a quiet clash of seasoned fighters sizing each other up. She confronted him in the alley when he tried to sneak away with intel. He was wary, she was grounded.

“Who the hell are you?” “No one you need to worry about… unless you’re part of the problem.”

They didn’t trust each other. But they respected each other. And when the fight broke out later that night, they fought side by side—efficient, wordless, like they'd done this before in another life.

Over time, Marc saw in Dolly something he feared in himself—restraint with purpose. A person who had seen the abyss and chosen how to climb out, not just that she should. | | |

🌕 Jake Lockley – The Late-Night Driver

Jake met Dolly when she was bleeding.

She’d just taken out a black-market dealer trafficking cursed artifacts and barely escaped. Stumbling through the backstreets of Soho, she was intercepted by a cab with a familiar silhouette.

“You look like hell,” Jake muttered as he opened the door. “Get in.”

She did.

That night, he patched her up in the back of the cab—tight-lipped, gruff, but surprisingly gentle. She didn’t ask why he knew what to do. He didn’t ask why she carried a pen with a blade in it. They sat in the quiet hum of the London rain, not saying much. That silence was the start of something.

Jake sees her as a strange kind of mirror—not soft, not cold, just real. A rare kind of steady.

She, in turn, never treats him like a backup plan or a threat. She acknowledges him as his own man, and he respects that more than he’ll ever say out loud.

🌙 Symbolic Motifs

🐦 The Finch (Her Namesake)

Symbolism: Fragility turned strength, overlooked but persistent.

Narrative Meaning: Dolly adopted “Finch” to symbolize her survival—small but fierce, unkillable spirit.

🪶 The Plague Doctor Mask

Symbolism: Hidden healing, feared care, the grotesque as guardian.

Narrative Meaning: She sees herself as a protector who must sometimes be perceived as terrifying to protect the innocent.

🗡 Fountain Pen Dagger

Symbolism: Intelligence turned weapon, the written word and justice intertwined.

Narrative Meaning: She’s deadly, but thoughtful. She’d rather write peace than fight—but will do both.

🎠 Childlike Trinkets / Nostalgia

Symbolism: Healing the inner child, refusing to forget softness.

Narrative Meaning: She surrounds herself with items that affirm her worth and innocence, denied in childhood.

🕊 Paper Cranes

Symbolism: Grief as grace, peace after pain.

Narrative Meaning: Dolly honors lives lost—including versions of herself—with every mission.

Design Use:

Leaves paper cranes at sites of tragedy or rebirth.

Trivia:

They have an affinity for anything cute or childlike/nostalgic feel to it as to makeup for their loss childhood

plague doctors has been a huge part of their support to get through complicated circumstance. Sort of like a comfort toy

Has a hobby in visual arts such as sculpting and filmography

Is trained in Krav maga, Muay thai, and BJJ

Carries a dagger that's disguised as a fountain pen

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🌙 Moon Knight Persona/OC "Mea Ira, Mea Salus"

Name: Dolores "Dolly" Finch Age: Late 20s, Early 30s (somewhere between 32-33 years old ig...) Sex: AFAB Pronouns: She/They Sexuality: Queer Ethnicity: Hispanic Nationality: American Place of Birth: Bronx, NY Alias: Plagueheart Occupation: (Prev.) - Legal Investigator | Public Defender (Currently) - Freelance Investigator | Vigilante Residence: Lives in a cozy, art-filled apartment above a used bookstore. Their space is a curated mix of eclectic oddities—postcards taped to the walls, shelves overflowing with old books, plants they talk to, and intriguing plague doctor memorabilia scattered among vibrant art pieces, creating a charming atmosphere of curated chaos.

Appearance:

Height: 5'6" ft

Weight: uhhhhhh…

Hair: Dark brown/Black | Short | Straight

Eyes: Brown Irises, Almond-shape

Complexion: Medium Brown

Build: Toned

Style: Practical yet Feminine, with a bit of Whimsy element touch to it

Personality Overview:

Grounded

Loyal

Emotionally Strong/Mature/Nurturing/Available & Trauma informed

Patient

Understanding

Capable of handling intense past

Tough but Compassionate yet not Naive

Attentive

Affirming

Playful

Good listener

Fascinated by art, literature, mythology (Intellectually stimulating)

has love for learning

Share's a survivor's grit

Independent

Streetwise

Affectionate

Has strong boundaries

Has their own dark past

Open minded

Flexible

Offers stability, safety, and validation

Can communicate clearly and navigate complexities with grace

Respects privacy/compartmenilization

Fierce advocate when needed

Absurd dry humor/sarcastic/witty/sassy

Theatrical / Dramatic

_____________________ 📖 Full Backstory / Life Phases: - Childhood -

Born in the Bronx under the name Gloria Domínguez, Dolly was raised in a deeply religious, culturally conservative household that viewed obedience as virtue and silence as strength. Her mother, a devout and volatile woman, ruled the household with fear masked as faith, twisting doctrine into control. Her father was emotionally absent, working multiple jobs and turning a blind eye to the abuse unfolding at home.

As a child, Dolly was quiet but observant. She escaped into library books, art supplies, and the occasional VHS documentary on ancient civilizations or forensic science. Her hyper-fixation on plague doctors began here—not from morbidity, but from fascination with healers who operated in darkness and mystery, often shunned yet vital. They became her symbol of transformation through pain.

At school, she was well-behaved and sharp-witted, though teachers often described her as “too mature” for her age. She hid bruises and buried screams in her sketchbook. Even as a child, Dolly understood the complexities of cruelty—how it dressed itself in parental concern or divine punishment.

Her childhood ended early. But in its ashes, a survivor bloomed.

- Teen hood -

By her teens, Dolly had quietly started to rebel—not with violence or chaos, but by reclaiming her mind. She took honors classes, studied psychology and criminal law in her spare time, and secretly applied to programs that would get her out of New York.

A pivotal moment occurred when, at sixteen, she stepped in to protect a younger neighbor being harassed by a family member. The confrontation ended in physical violence, police involvement, and a system that tried to silence her. But she refused. She testified. She won.

That experience confirmed her path: Justice—not the flawed, bureaucratic kind, but the kind that holds space for humanity.

With a partial scholarship and community support, she fled the Bronx shortly after graduation. She left her given name behind and legally adopted the name Dolores “Dolly” Finch—Dolores, for pain, and Finch, for the bird that sings even when caged.

- Early Years of Adulthood -

In her twenties, Dolly entered the justice system—not as a cop, but as a legal advocate, working cases involving domestic abuse, youth incarceration, and systemic corruption. At first, she believed she could work within the system to change it. But years of facing gaslighting from peers, watching repeat offenders walk free, and being forced to console victims whose cases were dismissed hardened her spirit.

At night, she sculpted clay masks. She took Krav Maga classes, then Muay Thai. She learned how to fight in silence. And eventually, she stopped waiting for permission to make things right.

After a particularly traumatic case involving a murdered child whose abuser went free, Dolly walked away from the legal world. She retreated into herself, mourning the ideals she once held. But something darker took root: a quiet resolve to become the justice she was denied.

Her persona—the Plague Doctor—was born not out of vengeance, but necessity. She began wearing a minimalistic, modernized mask in her vigilante work. Cloaked in anonymity, she infiltrated crime rings, exposed corrupt officials, and left behind symbolic items—a paper lily, a poem fragment, a coin—reminders that someone was watching.

- Present -

Now in her early thirties, Dolly has left New York behind, settling in London, where she quietly works as a freelance historical researcher, archivist, or humanities consultant by day, and operates under the Plague Doctor mantle at night.

She moved to London after following a trail of corrupt private contractors tied to both domestic abuse shelters and occult smuggling. The city’s history of hidden catacombs, veiled societies, and crumbling justice systems made it fertile ground for her work—and healing.

Her home, a flat above a used bookstore, is filled with plants, postcards from strangers, plague doctor figurines, and shelves of ancient texts. Her walls are painted in earthy tones with whimsical art and reminders of her inner child. It’s not perfect, but it’s hers.

Dolly no longer sees herself as broken or fixed—just in motion. She doesn’t believe in purity or perfection, only in transformation, and in choosing compassion when it’s hardest to do so.

🕯 How She Meets the Moon Knight System

🌕 Steven Grant – The Bookshop Encounter

Steven was the first she met—an odd encounter in the early evening after hours at the bookstore below her apartment. He was admiring a weathered volume on ancient Egyptian purification rituals when Dolly interrupted his internal monologue with a simple question about the author's bias. Their conversation evolved into a quiet, unspoken ritual—he'd drop by the shop, she’d “coincidentally” be there, and they'd talk about gods, memory, and history.

She admired his earnestness, and he found in her a stabilizing presence who didn’t flinch from his intensity. She didn’t pry about his odd absences, and he didn’t question her guarded eyes. Their relationship grew through shared glances, under-the-breath jokes, and late-night philosophical rambles. There was no pressure—only quiet, mutual understanding.

She liked that he never asked her to explain her past. Just as she never asked about his scars. | | |

🌕 Marc Spector – The Jazz Bar Collision

Marc came into her life not through chance, but through tension.

One rainy evening, she followed a lead into a jazz bar tied to a human trafficking front—only to find someone else already there, casing the same people. That someone was Marc.

Their first exchange was blunt and sharp—a quiet clash of seasoned fighters sizing each other up. She confronted him in the alley when he tried to sneak away with intel. He was wary, she was grounded.

“Who the hell are you?” “No one you need to worry about… unless you’re part of the problem.”

They didn’t trust each other. But they respected each other. And when the fight broke out later that night, they fought side by side—efficient, wordless, like they'd done this before in another life.

Over time, Marc saw in Dolly something he feared in himself—restraint with purpose. A person who had seen the abyss and chosen how to climb out, not just that she should. | | |

🌕 Jake Lockley – The Late-Night Driver

Jake met Dolly when she was bleeding.

She’d just taken out a black-market dealer trafficking cursed artifacts and barely escaped. Stumbling through the backstreets of Soho, she was intercepted by a cab with a familiar silhouette.

“You look like hell,” Jake muttered as he opened the door. “Get in.”

She did.

That night, he patched her up in the back of the cab—tight-lipped, gruff, but surprisingly gentle. She didn’t ask why he knew what to do. He didn’t ask why she carried a pen with a blade in it. They sat in the quiet hum of the London rain, not saying much. That silence was the start of something.

Jake sees her as a strange kind of mirror—not soft, not cold, just real. A rare kind of steady.

She, in turn, never treats him like a backup plan or a threat. She acknowledges him as his own man, and he respects that more than he’ll ever say out loud.

🌙 Symbolic Motifs

🐦 The Finch (Her Namesake)

Symbolism: Fragility turned strength, overlooked but persistent.

Narrative Meaning: Dolly adopted “Finch” to symbolize her survival—small but fierce, unkillable spirit.

🪶 The Plague Doctor Mask

Symbolism: Hidden healing, feared care, the grotesque as guardian.

Narrative Meaning: She sees herself as a protector who must sometimes be perceived as terrifying to protect the innocent.

🗡 Fountain Pen Dagger

Symbolism: Intelligence turned weapon, the written word and justice intertwined.

Narrative Meaning: She’s deadly, but thoughtful. She’d rather write peace than fight—but will do both.

🎠 Childlike Trinkets / Nostalgia

Symbolism: Healing the inner child, refusing to forget softness.

Narrative Meaning: She surrounds herself with items that affirm her worth and innocence, denied in childhood.

🕊 Paper Cranes

Symbolism: Grief as grace, peace after pain.

Narrative Meaning: Dolly honors lives lost—including versions of herself—with every mission.

Design Use:

Leaves paper cranes at sites of tragedy or rebirth.

Trivia:

They have an affinity for anything cute or childlike/nostalgic feel to it as to makeup for their loss childhood

plague doctors has been a huge part of their support to get through complicated circumstance. Sort of like a comfort toy

Has a hobby in visual arts such as sculpting and filmography

Is trained in Krav maga, Muay thai, and BJJ

Carries a dagger that's disguised as a fountain pen

Loves Strawberries

If I were to cast someone to play as Dolly Finch, it'd be Gabriela Ortega

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I'm sorry but

Marc made a move on Echo and she violently sent him on the floor

man, "ladies capable of beating the shit out of me" is becoming pretty obviously your type

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‘No, Khonshu.’

Moon Knight or Ms. Marvel for @mcuchallenge

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Same energy

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Loki season 2 this, I Am Groot season 2 that. When does my son Moon Knight come home from the war, huh? What about that?

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lators gators

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Do you think Marc Spector goes to the gym when he gets to stressed out? Or like what's ur headcanons for the moon boys and what they do when they get to stressed out?

I can see Marc going to the gym and destroying a punching bag. While Jake decides to write a list of all the people he needs to take vengeance on. While lil Steven goes to his bed and gets under the covers and mops around. Idk that's just how I picture them in this scenario...

I can imagine reader coming home and seeing the boys in this scenario, and they'd just come up to them and ask if they can make it better.

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I found this in the Lego catalog and if Steven Grant was real I’d buy in this for his birthday or for Hanukkah.