#Heart. (Steven Grant)

[jks1uv]

𝑌𝑜𝑢 & 𝐼 (𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 & 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑘𝑒) ; the moon boys | one-shot |

summary: marc notices steven’s lingering gaze on you when he thinks he’s hidden away.

pairing: fem!wife!reader x husband!marc spector.

trope: established relationship + husband who doesn’t play about his wife.

genre: fluff + some comedic relief + mild angst.

warnings‼️: jealous!marc + mean!marc (he’s a bit of a bully to steven) + jake makes his first appearance!

word count: 2,454.

random disclaimerrr: reader’s last name is l/n-spector. i was inspired by an edit that had the clip of marc saying “you’re in love with my wife?!” & steven was like “if i need, like, for a recipe for a protein shake or something, i’ll call ya.” 😭 ts was funny. the last line is inspired by this post! happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

Marc Spector has a natural talent in terms of observation. He’s perceptive, sharp.

You never know when he’s there simply because he chooses not to make his presence known.

It’s kind of scary, actually. You’ve had your fair share of panicked frights that almost brought you a heart attack.

He’s toned it down a lot ever since you’ve settled down and made a place in his heart.

You know him, truly see him for who he is.

You know his rough and calloused hands are in that image because of the hard work he puts in. You know his tired eyes harbor an ache that paints his soul a deep blue. You know there are some things he won’t tell you despite marrying you but you don’t mind.

You’ve been nothing but patient with him so you’ll wait as long as you need to.

Currently, you can’t wait for too long because you need something from the bathroom but it’s occupied.

He and the man in the mirror are having a heated discussion of which you’re the topic of.

“I’ve been in control this whole time-”

“Exactly! You’ve been in control of the body this whole time! When will it be my turn?!”

Marc shuts his eyes and rubs the sides of his forehead.

Steven has a point, he knows that.

However, he also knows the way the British man looks at you. His gaze is filled with longing, something Marc has familiarized himself with.

He wants to speak to you so badly but is shoved away inside like a haphazardly packed suitcase.

Steven has developed a romantic fondness for you and it grows stronger every time Marc intervenes.

“Why won’t you let me talk to her?”

It’s pitiful, how dejected Steven sounds.

Pathetic is really the word Marc wants to use but it’s not about the words. It’s about Marc’s jealousy.

“It’s not that.”

Your husband denies it like he’s been doing but Steven knows better.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, Marc. I know why you won’t give me the body.”

If looks can kill, the ex-mercenary would’ve been the world’s most wanted serial killer.

“This conversation is over.” His tone is grave and cold.

“Finally.” Your muffled voice sounds.

Marc can see Steven’s face visibly brighten and there’s a hint of hope sparkling in his eyes. It almost makes Marc break his possessive streak.

Almost.

He sighs as he twists the knob revealing you standing in the doorway.

“You wanna tell me what that was all about?” You pry with your weight shifted on one hip and your arms crossed.

Marc stares at you and takes you in like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Your red and black plaid pajama pants grown soft over the years from the laundry machines, the faded logo of a graphic tee hanging off your shoulder.

Your hair is damp from your shower earlier and he can still smell the products you’ve incorporated into your shower and skincare routine.

He subconsciously stops himself and allows Steven to really see you as well. Or maybe it’s the effect your love has on your husband that makes him stop dead in his tracks.

Either way, it’s you.

“Marc? Are you okay?”

Your eyebrows furrow a bit in concern and your hands reach out to him.

Marc doesn’t respond. He just stares at you with his deer-like eyes, like widening them would encompass your image.

His body shifts slightly but you clock it immediately.

His feet shuffle as he closes in on himself, his posture isn’t as upright as Marc’s and his face. His face is the biggest giveaway.

Those eyes that you’ve stared into for the longest seem like a different pair. They are foreign yet seem familiar.

You have an idea of who this newfound man is.

“Steven?” You murmur hesitantly.

Steven ignores you and goes to sit down on your shared kingsize bed.

You note his shaky hands and wandering eyes, he’s clearly lost and doesn’t know what to do.

“I dunno how this happened.” He blurts out.

You nod, though you’re as confused as he is because you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

Steven watches you carefully as you sit down next to him, deliberately putting space between you two.

He admires your face and is deep in thought when you speak up again.

“So.”

“Pardon?”

You blink and can’t help the smile that paints your face. He’s endearing you think.

“What were you and Marc gossiping about in there?”

You would never pry like this, in fact it’s the first time you’re putting pressure on the man— well, in this case; men.

But you’ve never formally met Steven before. You saw glimpses of him when he’d be reading a book on a sleepless night or making tea for comfort.

Fragments of himself would be left behind like pieces of a puzzle you were meant to solve.

You talked about it with Marc but he always seemed uncomfortable with the idea of letting you meet them.

You never forced Marc to show Steven or Jake but it was taking a bit of a toll on your marriage.

Steven saw it from the inside and wished so desperately to front himself but Marc was stronger.

Apparently not this time.

“You.” He whispers.

“Me?”

He nods slightly, his soft eyes filled with adoration for you.

You chuckle lightly in surprise.

“All good things I hope?”

Steven’s gaze shifts down to the carpet, visibly faltering in his movement.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, no, no! You could never make me uncomfortable.”

There’s a warmth that spreads across the apples of your cheeks and it seeps into the skin. It makes you smile and Steven swears he can see the sun.

“Oh, bollocks. Marc’s gonna chew me out later for that.”

“And why is that?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Before Steven can take another breath in his name, Marc comes out and banishes him back inside.

“Marc! You missed it! Steven and I were having a wonderful conversation.” You exclaim with excitement.

Marc is not impressed nor interested.

“Yeah, I bet.” He grumbles.

He stands up and walks out of the bedroom, not necessarily having a set destination in mind.

“What’s wrong?” You follow him outside and into the living room.

Marc heaves out an exasperated sigh, his hands rub at his face and you can feel the tension rising from his body.

You gulp in fear of doing something wrong but is it wrong to speak of the elephant in the room? Literally.

Is it really wrong to address the man who’s technically the third man in y’all’s relationship?

“Did I do something?”

Marc looks at your nervous form.

It’s quiet for a few moments and the way his eyes dart from and to you seems as though there’s something you’re missing.

“No.” He softly sighs. “You didn’t.”

You take that as a sign to step close and he lets his body fall back on the couch behind him.

You follow in pursuit.

“It’s… complicated.”

He finally gives you something.

“More complicated than you being the vessel of an Egyptian God?”

The soft lilt of your voice gives away your teasing and he huffs out a laugh.

“No. No I suppose not.” The corners of his lips turn upward slightly.

He holds your hand in his and rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

“Steven has a crush on you.”

He confesses this with such seriousness that you can’t help but giggle a little.

“Wait, what?” You tilt your head a bit.

“Don’t.” He groans.

Your eyebrows jump a bit and your eyes widen with realization.

“Oh wow.” You gasp.

He doesn’t say anything but you know he’s thinking.

“Are you jealous?” You muse.

He snaps his head at you mid-conversation with Steven.

“What.”

The baritone in his voice has become even deeper if possible and it lowkey sends shivers down your spine.

But you don’t back down. “You heard me.”

He scoffs indignantly but you know it’s not towards you.

“I’m not… jealous.”

He says it like it’s a disease. (it is! get well soon marc!)

You roll your eyes at his poor display of a stern disagreement.

“You literally sound like you don’t believe it yourself.”

“Okay, whatever. I’m not jealous.”

You shrug and prop your head on your hand, your elbow resting on a pillow nearby.

The look on your face is that of a shit-eating grin and eyes that narrow when you know you’ve caught him in a lie.

Marc shakes his head and rolls his tongue over his teeth.

You take it upon yourself and shift to being on your knees. You lean over and take his face in your hands and squish his cheeks to make his lips protrude.

“Let me talk to him.”

You’re gentle yet firm and he can’t resist it when you take charge.

He’d call it unfair but you’d say it how it is: strategic.

He reluctantly rolls his eyes back and you let go of his face, leaning back to rest on your knees.

You know it’s Steven when his eyes are doe-like and he looks at you with uncertainty.

“Welcome back.” You greet cheerily.

“Why do you want to talk to me?”

His tone makes you feel bad, like it’s an inconvenience for you to speak to him.

His hands are in his lap and his eyes land on the coffee table in his line of sight.

“Well, I’ve never met you in all my time of being Mrs. L/n-Spector.”

He nods but still refuses to make eye contact.

“Steven?” You murmur.

Said man tentatively meets your eyes and you offer a sympathetic smile.

“Look, I don’t mean to overstep and make you upset but I don’t believe Marc means to be so…”

You don’t want to call him jealous and risk never seeing this delightful man again.

“Possessive?” He tries.

You give him a pointed look and smile, letting him know that you feel the same.

“You said it, not me.” You chuckle.

A smile of his own grows and he feels himself growing fond of you by the second.

“It’s embarrassing.” He says.

“What is?”

He gulps. “Well, I think you’re quite lovely but saying I ‘have a crush’ on you seems a bit childish.”

Steven fiddles with the hem of his shirt and you nod.

“I don’t know, I think it’s cute.”

You’re not entertaining him and you’re not saying you’re in love with him.

You’ve thought about it before and even brought it up to Marc.

Being married to him is a commitment you’re making to him.

What about the other two men he hides inside?

It’s not like you and him can ignore them, they’re a part of his life and were there way before you.

Marc thought you were joking but he also thought about introducing you to them. Well, until Steven showed interest. Then it became all too real.

Steven looks at you with hope and you can’t help but find him adorable.

“Marc says to stop flirting or he’ll banish me forever.”

You guffaw at that, not believing he’d go against your wishes. “No, I don’t think so.”

Steven’s eyebrows jump up slightly, truly questioning how much influence you have over a man like Marc Spector.

Then again, you are his wife.

The next morning is quiet. Too quiet.

Your arm stretches over to feel Marc’s body but you don’t. The sheets are cold and serve as a stark contrast to the warmth you felt prior.

Maybe he has some urgent work.

You freshen up and pad to the kitchen when you see a kettle and smell an aroma that excites you.

There’s a yellow sticky note on the side of the kettle that reads, It’s my favorite as well with a smiley face drawn on the bottom.

You look inside and aren’t disappointed to find your favorite tea inside.

“Ugh. He’s so sweet.” You gush quietly to yourself.

Later that night, you’re waiting up on Marc to come to bed.

You’ve done your nighttime routine and are snug in bed when you hear the door creak open.

“Babe?” You call out.

You don’t get an answer and so, you stand up to turn the light off and are alert with a metal bat.

You hear the footsteps pad to your direction and are met with a familiar silhouette.

“You scared me, you asshole.”

Annoyed, you put the bat up and turn on the lamp light on your bedside but pause when you see the partially illuminated figure.

Your breath is caught in your throat at the sight of his eyes.

The eyes, you notice, are the one part of his body that will always betray him.

His body language and facial expressions are calculated, along with his mind. But the eyes show what he’s really thinking inside.

“You’re not Marc.” You observe.

You hear the man before you sigh and he slides his cap off.

His knuckles turn white from how tight he’s gripping it but it doesn’t reveal what he’s thinking.

It’s the first time you don’t know.

“Go to sleep.” His gruff voice sounds.

You’re taken aback by the roughness in it but by using context clues, you know this is Jake.

Your lips part from surprise at how you so easily follow his instructions.

Is this how Marc feels?

You have your eye on him as you lift up the blanket and step inside, letting the bat rest against the wall and bed frame.

He’s scarily still, you’d think he’s a standing corpse if it wasn’t for the steady rise and fall of his chest.

He’s stiff yet swift in his movements, ready to leave you be.

“Jake?”

He stops with his feet outside the door, turning his head to where you can see his side profile.

You take his silence and side profile as a sign to continue.

“Good night.”

He tips his head down once as a silent nod to your farewell.

He mutedly says it back, you almost don’t hear it.

He shuts the door and you take the silence to yourself to let this experience settle down.

You just met Jake. Without any begging, without any coaxing. He allowed himself to be shown to you and even bid you good night.

You giggle to yourself unbeknownst to the fact that Jake is listening.

A ghost of a smile is on the tip of his lips and he holds the amusement in as he walks to the couch, preparing to rest for the night.

He dreams of you and it’s slow, lasting and blue.

[fierysakura]

This is totally how it went down right? Older art but still one of my favs

Art only allowed for personal use ie. phone/laptop wallpapers.

Do not repost. Reblogs are always appreciated.

[loki-hargreeves]

Steven Grant would be the type of boyfriend to pick the first flowers of spring to bring you a bouquet. He'd see parts of you in every wonderful and beautiful thing in the world

[moonbrock]

moonbrock would be discord e-daters in another life because i said so

[streetmed1c]

i think its unfair to make Peter choose between Marc n Steven … so just let them both kiss him 🙂‍↕️

[chaoticmia]

Did anyone else realized that Marc and Jake unanimously agreed without talking to make Steven's life normal/better?

[reducedemtasketch]

😈 💕

[avocadoart]

MOONKNIGHT FANDOMS GIVE ME ART REQUETSS AND MY LIFE!!! IS YOURS!!!

[hawkmoonie]

really sorry yall

my latest blorbo is moon knight i love them

[dancing-lothario]

holy carp...

Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood (2022) #4 (Variant)

artist is Alexander Lozano

[jks1uv]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑒 ; marc spector / steven grant | one-shot |

summary: in which you believe your boyfriend is perfect (and the one for you).

pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!marc spector + gf!fem!reader x bf!steven grant.

trope: established relationship.

genre: fluff + romance.

warnings‼️: crude language + an implication of sex.

word count: 1,855.

random disclaimerrr: my oscar isaac phase started 3 years ago & moon knight literally changed my life. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

He’s reading on the sofa with a velvet blanket draped across his legs.

A classic literature book in his hands, reading glasses sitting on the edge his nose; his face is relaxed.

No unnecessary creases in his forehead, no frown stitched onto this lips. Just cool, calm and collected.

The sun peeks out from the blinds and shines its rays on his side profile, adding a soft glow to his already gentle face.

His cocoa eyes look like pools of honey now, you can almost taste the sweetness swirling around in them.

His skin looks cleared from any blemishes, only the creases along his eyes and smile lines remain.

It adds to his personality, you think.

His face is shaped by the turmoils of life and are visible by those whose trials and tribulations leave a similar mark.

His nose is Greek-like and you understand the appeal of bigger than average noses.

He’s just reading but the atmosphere he’s created adds to his essence. He’s just reading and yet, he’s so handsome.

How did you get here? So down bad, I mean.

Maybe it’s his intelligence that does it for you.

You love a guy who knows his stuff and nobody reads classic literature anymore, let alone read.

Steven has always been a curious mind. His thirst for knowledge could only be quenched by more.

He loves learning and sharing what he’s acquired with you, no matter you know the concepts of the topic or not.

He’s passionate, eloquent, and just so fucking brilliant. He just happens to know… everything.

You think he’s the modern day Library of Alexandria.

“Did you need somethin’, love?”

Steven blinks up at you, his last page bookmarked.

He uses the bookmark you made him with the perfume you wore to your first date spritzed on top before laminating it.

You’re a deer in headlights, nervous you’d been caught drooling over how good he looked just sitting there all comfortable and indulging in what he loves.

“Hm? Oh- uhh, nope. Nothing! I’m good, everything’s good.”

You smile brightly and hope he believes it.

He nods once, a bit skeptical but drops it.

“Alright.”

You and Marc are grocery shopping.

He decided to drive so you let him, but then as you went to grab the cart; he beat you to that as well.

You don’t question it because you secretly admire how he wants to do everything for you. You want to see how far he’s willing to go.

Is that toxic?

You’re in the spices aisle, trying to remember if you need to stock up or just replace some items altogether.

“We need paprika and cinnamon, and we should also buy another can of salt since we’re about three quarters down.”

Your lips are parted in awe and your eyebrows are drawn together at his admirable eye for detail.

“How did you..?”

He pulls out a crumpled up little piece of paper, visibly torn out of a small journal or something.

He gives it you and you skim through. Sure enough, you find the 3 items he stated with little anecdotes among other items.

“Did you memorize this?” You ask with your mouth forming a slight smile.

He’s checking out the prices on paprika.

“Yeah.”

He’s so nonchalant dreadhead with his response but it means everything to you.

He finds a couple of small containers at a reasonable price and drops them into the cart.

You see 15 different things on there and he has them all memorized. For you.

“Take my breath away~”

That he has.

You’re having a movie-moment right now. Granted, at a Walmart, but their speakers are doing you so much justice.

It’s the perfect song to play in the background during the perfect moment.

It’s like he’s in slow-motion with his hand sweeping back some of his inky, shiny curls.

His eyes blink towards you and you see his lips moving but you can’t hear anything. It’s muffled, like you’re underwater.

But like all great things, it comes to an end quite abruptly.

He calls your name with a wave of his hand in front of your face to catch your attention.

*record scratch*

“Y/n? Did you hear me?”

“Uh- what, huh?” You blink profusely as you blabber.

Marc takes in your stunned expression but continues.

“I was asking if we should get that juice you really like. It’s not on the list, but you ran out of it a while ago.”

Your dry mouth and shameless staring becomes apparent to you. You clear your throat in an to speak.

“Uhh, yeah. Sure.” You mumble before coughing lightly.

You turn away and fly speed-walk to the juice, not daring to turn around and see your man glancing at your peculiarity.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Hmm?"

You're currently painting your nails after not indulging in the art for a while. You’re cure them under the UV light while your lover asks for your opinion.

“Which one looks better.”

You look up at Steven’s ask and almost drop your jaw.

He’s wearing a black button up with the first few buttons open, revealing the smooth, tan skin on his built body.

He wears a lot of loose clothing but this button up was more fitted. The material stretched slightly around his biceps when he went close the two buttons at the cuff of the sleeves.

“Mhm.” You don’t trust your voice right now.

“Just ‘mhm’?”

You nod your head and gulp harshly when you see him turn to examine himself in the mirror.

The back.

His broad, firm, muscly back is hidden under the taut, cotton material and you can’t look away when he fixes a tie to compliment the shirt.

He’s muttering something you can’t bring yourself to focus on and don’t realize it was a question.

“Love? Hello?”

“Huh-? What happened?”

His brows are furrowed in a quizzical manner.

“Oh! Uhh, yeah. This is good, looks uh… nice. Great! Wear that one.” You smile hoping you haven’t given yourself away.

Steven frowns and comes towards you. He caps the nail polish and sets it aside along with the UV light.

“Are you alright?” He asks gently.

“Yeah! I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?”

He tilts his head slightly and maintains eye contact with you.

You’re still aware of him wearing the shirt and the revealing skin atop his torso, creating space for something better beyond imagination.

The sight is too much, it makes you want to kiss him till you can’t, and then some.

His hands engulf yours and you have no choice but to look at him, nervous yet giddy inside.

“You can tell me, Y/n. Have I done something-?”

You go against your mind and kiss him.

It’s a clash of tongue and teeth, a messy fight for lips and the desperate result of fighting temptation.

Steven is surprised and while he does love kissing you, he’s completely befuddled.

“Love, wait-”

“No.”

You go back to indulging yourself and almost squeal in excitement when he grabs your waist to pull you closer when you feel him change.

The nervous yet giddy feeling comes back tenfold when the man you see is the constant object of your desires.

His eyes are so expressive, they have a language of their own.

You’re a bit breathless from a few moments ago.

“What’s gotten into you?” He’s amused but intrigued.

You shrug, a bit annoyed with the interruptions.

“I can’t just kiss my man whenever I want to?”

Marc’s eyebrows jump a bit at this and he feels a sense of pride in his heart when you remind him of being your man.

“You can.” He says simply.

You don’t know what he’s playing at when he’s the best at having a poker face.

“But..?”

He stares at you for a moment and sighs.

“You’re acting… different.”

Busted.

“Ever since that time Steven caught you staring at him-”

Fuck.

You really thought you nailed that, huh.

“-you’ve been off. I clocked it at Walmart when you were staring at me all Disney princess-like.”

That makes you feel threatened and touched.

“Aww wait that’s so cute- wait. Did you just use ‘clocked’ in a sentence unironically?”

He gets whiplash from your undivided attention switching sides due to his discovery.

“That’s what you’re choosing to focus on? Seriously?”

To be fair, you do have a bit (a lot) of brain rot.

“We need to ban you from TikTok.” He’s decides.

“They already tried that, silly.”

It’s fun sidetracking but anything to distract him for as long as possible before he forgets the true purpose of the conversation.

Unfortunately, he’s a smart cookie.

Marc narrows his eyes at you suspiciously. “I know what you’re doing.”

Okay, just stay calm.

“What, talking?”

A lazy smirk drapes over his features and he’s confident in himself.

“You know what.”

His deep, baritone voice makes an appearance in the form of a murmur and you’re weak.

He tilts his head in that way which makes you wonder what’s really going on in his head and it’s all mind games!

You’re stuck between the cycle of admitting what’s up or lying and waiting to be caught again.

The suspense is killing you and you can’t take the embarrassment anymore.

Shamefully, you come clean.

You sigh with your head down, your eyes land on your painted and now dry nails.

“It’s you.”

“What’s me?”

You look at him and explain.

“It’s just, you’re too…”

You try to find the right word to best describe your explanation but fall short when you realize there’s really no other way around it.

“Perfect.”

Marc is yet again amused, but confused.

“I’m... too perfect?”

You groan in frustration.

“Yes! You and Steven are too perfect. Like, the other day, he was literally just reading and I thought he was the most smart, and sexy, beautiful person ever.”

Steven makes a short-lived appearance to show his thanks.

“You really think that?” He shyly asks.

You smile. “Of course I do.”

“And what about me?” Marc chimes.

“I think you’re cocky. I give you full marks for that.” You muse.

He rolls his eyes and you hold the urge to say ‘sassy’.

“I thought you were the man for me when you made a list and memorized it just for me.”

Your confession is heartfelt and doesn’t fall upon deaf ears.

Marc’s lip part in awe and his eyes shine with appreciation.

“I also thought it was hot when you grabbed the keys and cart before I could even think about it.”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“It was hot?”

You shrug, not knowing he’s just trying to boost his own ego.

“Yeah. I like it when you take initiative.”

He nods to himself, pondering about what else he takes charge in that attracts you.

“So, what about in the bedroom?”

You look up at the ceiling and can’t believe you walked into that.

“You really know how to suck the fun out of everything, don’t you.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you laugh at the stupid notion.

Yeah, you deem he’s the one for you.

[sherdnerd]

[manicpixieyandere]

Our Top 5 Systems In Media

As we all know DID/OSDD rep has never been the best in media. So we figured we'd share our favorite systems in media! This will be characters diagnosed with DID/OSDD or just plural coded. Gotta spread the positivity you know?

Number 5: Venom & Eddie Brock

Marvel Comics / Venom

Venom and Eddie were the reason we started reading comics in the first place! They're an amazing love story. But also an amazing system story. Learning how to share a body and work together. It's self love but also romantic love! And yes it's canonically romantic don't you dare try to deny it. They have like 8 kids bro.

Number 4: Heart, Mind, & Soul

Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium

Now these songs are fire that we have on so so many playlists. As far as we know Chonny isn't plural but still ended up writing a story about human duality that also encompasses plurality quite well. This system feels most relatable to us and how we operate as an OSDD system.

Number 3: Shimada Kayn & Rhaast

League Of Legends / Heartsteel

Specifically we want to mention their Heartsteel versions where it is heavily hinted that Kayn has DID in this universe and Rhaast is an alter. This does a cool thing we like in League where they creatively use magic to code in disabilities in the main universe but then actually keep those disabilities in the more realistic skinlines. Like Aphelios staying mute In Heartsteel for example. We just love the banter Kayn and Rhaast have. And also their part in the song is the best.

Number 2: Asa Mitaka & Yoru

Chainsaw Man

We absolutely love these two! We originally read the manga for Makima but were pleasantly surprised when Denji took a backseat in arc two and Asa and Yoru became the protagonists! The way they both start to care for each other more overtime is very sweet. It's nice seeing them embrace each others' sides a bit more. Asa becomes more confident while Yoru learns compassion. We can't wait until they make it into the anime one day. Even if that's in 20 years at this rate.

Number 1: Marc Spector, Steven Grant, & Jake Lockley

Moon Knight

Specifically we want to talk about show Moon Knight. The comics are fine but we absolutely prefer silly sweet cinnamon roll Steven over Bruce Wayne wannabe. But more importantly the story of DID in Moon Knight is so incredibly important. We actually rewatched it soon after discovering our system. Seeing Marc and Steven learn how to integrate and work together to be Moon Knight is so emotional and powerful. It serves as inspiration and hope that we could achieve that one day. Obviously there's some stuff played up for Hollywood, but for the most part it's a very accurate representation of plurality based on our own experiences and other's we've seen online. Obviously not everyone agrees, but it seems rather well received for the most part!

Edit:

Honorable Mention: Sun, Moon & Eclipse

FNaF

Oh my god! How could we forget Sun, Moon, and Eclipse? The literally "us frfr" characters! Everyone's favorite canonically autistic skrunkly! We've seen some debates on if The Daycare Attendant perpetuates the "evil alter" stereotype. We can certainly agree it's a fine rope to walk, but the way Sun and Moon are written is interesting enough. It's hinted Moon isn't exactly himself at the moment. Moon is also just supposed to play the villain in theatre shows! They're theatre kids, quite fun!

[voodoo-tofu]

My list of boyfriends 🥰 because dating real men is not a thing I do anymore 💗

Joaquín Torres

Sam Wilson

Steven Grant

Steve Harrington

Jack Russell (the werewolf. Not the dog. Lol)

Oscar (from To Capture a Heart)

[cameronspolltournamentblog]

Which trio do you love most?

Propaganda is allowed.

Reblog for a larger sample size.

masterpost

[age-of-moonknight]

What If…? Galactus Transformed Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2025), #1.

Writer: Alex Segura; Pencilers: Scot Eaton and Chris Campana; Inkers: Cam Smith and Roberto Poggi; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Clayton Cowles