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hi ik that i keep disappearing off the face of the earth with no notice but the most recent MK issue made my hc about them carrying around a fake moustache for jake CANON and i am obsessed with that my understanding of these characters reigns supreme

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blog breakdown: 

drafts: three for jake, three for steven asks: one for marc, one for jake i think but it was left open so we’ll see who jumps up 

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babyitsmagic·:

steven. he makes a mental note of that. he doesn’t know how many alters make up the system. he literally had no idea what the fuck any of that was until jake had mentioned it and it had clearly been important to him. so he’d asked jazz, because this is her area of expertise. she excitedly info dumped and recommended a mountain of books and gave him one that she had in her office. he hasn’t read the book yet, but it’s on his endless to-do list.

he crosses his arms over his chest and scowls at not-jake (and not-steven?). “who. i’m a who, not a what, thanks.”

he supposes he’s both. everyone is. but he can still be annoyed by the assumption. “i feel like someone who’s hung around like. literal gods? should known not to judge people like that.”

to anyone who knows him, it’s incredibly obvious that marc has no self-preservation skills. even before khonshu, he’d been careless with his life and chasing thrills and money more than sense. he’s seen a lot of shit—he’d thought he was borderline unshakable, but something about i’m a who, not a what turns the horror in front of him into someone who’s scared, and that’s terrifying in its own way. he hates being confronted with his own biases.

and then— “how the fuck do you know what i’ve seen?” 

maybe he should know better than to judge, but the fact of the matter is that marc has relied on snap judgements and not looking to close for most of his life. whatever—whoever—this is knows more than he should be able to, and marc’s on red alert. “i’m not who you think i am. you don’t know shit about me.” 

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therapardalis·:

“You looked like a Mummy.” Is the quickest, most directly to the point way she can put it. The bandages were much newer and better kept than anything she’s seen in a long history of visiting tombs, but the whole effect was right there. Plus … well, she didn’t get more than a glimpse of the markings on his thighs, and that was when the costume was in the process of disappearing - but in the back of her brain they ticked as something she’s seen before.

Once she pushes aside the question of their placement, of course, because … really?

“Everyone’s got a gimmick these days.” She understands the reticence - lives it, in fact. She’s spent centuries keeping herself under the radar, so she can’t possibly be browned off by his lack of trust. Thera lets him set the pace, along with the distance between them as they walk. She has more questions, about the group they were just fighting rather than him personally, but she’ll keep them for when they get where they’re going.

“A mummy and the moon,” he mutters, rolling his shoulders back and fighting the urge to scoff. As much as the old bird deserves it, the last thing Marc wants to do is piss off Khonshu. Not when he’s still fresh off a fight and waiting for Khonshu to heal him. Not when he still doesn’t know who (or, perhaps, what) his new companion is or why she’s so comfortably curious. 

“Gimmick—sure.” Khonshu isn’t physically present for Marc to catch his reaction to that, but he can’t imagine it would be a positive one. He’s saved giving any further clarification by coming up on the safehouse. Taking a sharp turn into a short alley, he makes sort work of the lock on a peeling red door, swinging it open to reveal a cramped, but relatively comfortable, flat, with simple furnishings and some of Frenchie’s old adult magazines on full display on the kitchen counter, for flavour. He doesn’t bother trying to hide them, instead sighing shortly through his nose and turning to face this stranger. 

“Mr. Knight,” he introduces, but he doesn’t extend a hand. “The gimmick is more literally than you’d think. What’s your deal?” 

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i’ve been going insane over these panels all week okay 

should do more with the fact that MK canonically can't die

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should do more with the fact that MK canonically can't die

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@babyitsmagic liked for something from jake!

🌙 "I have this suit," he starts, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs at the ankle. They're in Gena's diner because Jake has learned that people find this place puts them at ease. Or maybe that's just the fact that he's bought lunch. Either way, between Gena knowing about Jake's weirdness and never questioning it, and the way that Jake himself finds this place comfortable, it's a good way to relax people into conversations that could go very wrong very quickly.

He's hoping that this news will be decently received, at least.

"Dunno if it has a formal name, or whatever. Always heard it called the ghost ripper armour." A pause. "Does what it says on the tin."

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LORE // HEADCANON 🌙

THE GHOST RIPPER ARMOUR

the ghost ripper armour is one set of moo.n knigh.ts vestiments, a tool that serves a unique, if obvious, purpose. like all of MK's tools, the ghost ripper armour is a gift from khon.shu, given to him during an hour of need and pulled out during appropriate times.

human beings cannot interact with the world of the dead; there are lines drawn in the sand, even for people like MK, who surpass death when it comes for them. with the ghost ripper armour, MK is able to bridge that gap and confront the dead (and undead) if they abuse their metaphysical forms to bring harm to the travellers of the night.

like any gift from khon.shu, it comes with its downsides. these vestiments are heavy and sluggish compared to the moon's fist suit or the mr. knight suit. as it's purpose is to temporarily enter to the same plane as the dead, MK often ends up closer to death the longer the armour is worn, sometimes becoming a little ghostly himself if its usage exceeds a single night.

more pictures below the cut:

so unbelievably obsessed with this suit

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i only have one draft for jake rn so consider this a very low-key starter call for the nightmare cabbie <3

stuck at a staff meeting but i am thinking about the moon boys - no specific thoughts but perhaps i will pop on here when im home for a bit!!

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stuck at a staff meeting but i am thinking about the moon boys - no specific thoughts but perhaps i will pop on here when im home for a bit!!

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“Close your eyes and count backwards from ten. Breathe, in and out - That’s right. I’m here, I’m here…” [For Steven]

his eyes squeeze shut, too tightly to really be that effective, and he staggers, all but folding in on himself as he sinks to the floor. he’s still in his mr. knight suit, the mask discarded, his white gloves stained with red. this is not the first time he’s killed something—or someone—while doing work for khonshu, but it’s the first time it was someone quite so human. when the reality of it hit him, his chest felt like it caved in, and he’d immediately stumbled his way to somewhere that seemed safe.

thera’s place.

and when the door shut, he’d tugged off his mask rather than hiding the suit away, tossing the fabric away and unveiling his shaking hands and shell-shocked face. he’s certain she’ll ask, in a moment, what’s wrong with him (if she hasn’t already, and he was simply too out of it notice) but for now he tries to focus on her instructions. “ten,” he stutters out. “nine…eight…”

his breathing is uneven. he has to bite his tongue to keep from screaming.

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@babyitsmagic from here

he actually winces at the words. they're not shocking. phantom is distinctly Other these days. he passed for human once, but as time has gone on he's only become more monstrous. in both appearance and... not action, not entirely. but someone who's seen him fight another ghost? they might think he's a monster in more ways than one.

but he knows, on some level, that jake meant it when he said he wouldn't judge danny. he has to believe that jake meant that. which means, he's not dealing with jake. ...it also means he doesn't know who he's dealing with, which might be a conversation to have with jake in the future. "so you're, uh, not the guy i'm used to working with, are you?" his voice cracks a bit as he asks. he hopes the other doesn't point it out.

“the guy you—” marc repeats, trying to catch his breath. he’s not an easily shaken man; if his time as a mercenary hadn't ensured that, his time as khonshu’s avatar had. but this…thing, whatever he is, startled him, started talking like he knew him, and marc is supposed to have left the life of supernatural nonsense behind him. “steven?” he hisses through his teeth, focused more inward than outward, but he receives no response.

he returns his attention to the creature in front of him, stance still wary. it’s times like these (few and far between as they are) that marc wishes he did still have khonshu on his side. he’d benefit from the ability to summon the suit right now. “i don’t know what you are, but you are no one i’ve seen before.”

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fictional wa/r crimin/als <3

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baby i can be your morally ambiguous person you have an undefined relationship and long and complicated history with who commits crimes and even kills for you so that you don't have to sacrifice your values and your reputation as an upstanding moral citizen by getting your own hands dirty as an act of devotion

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► Angsty Sentence Starters

Vague but also situationally specific somehow.  Change things around as necessary (pronouns, names, etc.).

I don’t think I ever loved you.

I’ve always been second-best, or not an option at all, so what makes this any different?

You lied to me and you’ve got it worked out in your head that you did me a favor.

There’s nothing they can do for you…

I meant to hurt you. If I didn’t, things would’ve only gotten worse.

How long have you been keeping this from me?

You knew how much it meant to me!

I can’t do this.

I can’t watch you kill yourself day in and day out for people who will never appreciate you.

Look at you, do you even know what you’re doing to yourself? 

Do you know what you’re doing to me…?

You’re of no use to anyone like that.

Your opinion doesn’t matter; No one asked for your input.

Close your eyes and count backwards from ten. Breathe, in and out - That’s right. I’m here, I’m here…

I feel like I’m losing my grip.

Nothing feels right. Nothing feels the same.

I loved you. I stood by you no matter what you said or did. I held you when you cried. I fought your demons for you, and this - this is how you repay me? 

You can’t just explain it all away with, “I did what I had to do.” Fuck you. 

You ruined not just my life, but everyone else’s too.

I can’t trust you.

I can’t love you.

You are nothing to me.

Every night, I reach for them and every time, they aren’t there.

They’re gone. What am I supposed to do now…? Who am I supposed to be?

I was there. I watched them… I watched them die.

Day in and day out, I feel like a ghost in my own life. 

Does anyone really understand?

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hello dash, this is an inbox call!! like this for me to stalk through your memes tag & throw the moon boys at you 🌙

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i thought i had a staff meeting tonight but it turns out that i DONT so guess who’s actually going to be around for once!!