#arthur harrow headcanon

[mandowifey]

Helloo if i may, i'd like to request the ethan char assigning 👉🏻👈🏻 People usually calls me Alvin and i goes by any pronouns, but i mainly use She/Her. Im an Androgyne who is significantly short ( less than 5 feet lol). I p much love to explore new places and nature especially mountain and beach. My love language is basically teasing and being mischief JABDAJJAJAJ. I think that's all 💖💖

(THIS TOOK ME AGES I AM SO SORRY AND HOPE YOU'RE AROUND...)

But seriously, thank you for waiting so long for your piece. I cheated a little and checked out your profile. (Oops) So that being said, I assign you...

Arthur Harrow.

Arthur Harrow x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fully SFW, Implications of manipulation, heights, reader has amnesia. This was also not proof-read!

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Amidst the town tucked inside the Austrian Alps, you had found your home.

The people had welcomed you with open arms, and you had quickly adapted to this new life. It was difficult for you to discern how you ended up here to begin with, as your memories grew fuzzy whenever you attempted to recall your life outside of the compound. Regardless you trusted them, and Arthur especially, as your new family. Anything that existed before coming there no longer mattered to you as you had let it go some time ago.

A series of gasps tugged you out of your thoughts.

At some point you had decided to scale the bell tower in the middle of town and situate yourself at the top. This spot was one of your favorites as it was the highest platform in the little community which granted you a 360 degree view of the mountains and planes surrounding you. The problem with this location wasn't the fact it was over 30 feet off the ground, but in fact that it was so old. With a sinking foundation and old wooden support beams, this tower was overdue for repair. Arthur had scolded you the first time you'd been caught climbing it, warning you that one wrong move could collapse the entire structure with you under it.

This was why you couldn't understand how you found yourself perched at the top once again.

"Y/N," Came Arthur's firm voice from down below.

Looking down amidst the crowd of concerned faces, you spot the leader of the flock staring up at you. His expression from this height was difficult to read, though you knew he was displeased. Arthur stood at the front with his hands resting on the cane in front of him, his brows vexed. He knew you had a penchant for exploring and roaming where you could, but he had warned you about this particular place.

"Can you come down? It's quite dangerous up there." He called again, though his voice never reached the intensity of a shout. Arthur had been handling business when a few concerned followers had come to him, alarmed that you were back on the tower and in danger of falling. Seeing you there once again irked him, though he figured with your amnesia from the accident you couldn't be faulted. Your spirit lasted even while your memories did not.

Embarrassment lights your cheeks in reds and pinks. You had caused a scene without ever intending to. Carefully, you descend the tower and mind your footing, even more aware of yourself than before. As you ease down to the ground, a sigh of relief washes amongst the crowd. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn instinctively into Arthur's chest, your small arms winding around him and holding tight.

"I'm sorry."

Warmth encompasses you as Arthur holds you into his broad chest. He's warm and smells of tea, a scent that has been a comfort to you for some time now. As you sink into his chest and breathe him in, he rumbles like thunder. "We are going to have to find a safer way to satiate that explorer's appetite of yours, little one." A smile tugs your lips, and you press more into him.

"Perhaps we can take you for hikes along the trails, hmm?" His hand drifts from your back to pet along your neck, then up into your hair. He caresses you, squeezing gently and reassuringly. Arthur was not angry, and you knew, though you always felt uncomfortable at the notion of disappointing him. "What about your feet?" You look up towards him, eyes round and doe like. The man smiled down at you and breathed out a soft chuckle.

"I would not offer if I could not handle it." He promised, leaning down to press his lips to the center of your forehead. Warmth blooms under your skin, and you tilt, wanting to catch his mouth with your own - but he pulls back before you two can connect. "Let's head back." His hand pulls from your scalp, and he begins to limp towards the trail that leads to your shared home.

Arthur had a habit of leaving you hungry. Hungry for his affection and hungrier for his approval. He was good at leaving you on the edge, baited, and ready to spring. You smile and jog a few steps to close the widening gap between you. "Maybe we can go tomorrow?" You offer, eyes twinkling in the late day sun. The wind rustles the tall grass, lining the ascending hills towards your building.

"Tomorrow it is." The older man chuckled softly. "So long as I do not need to coax you down from anymore towers," There was a playful lilt to his words as he tossed you an amused glance. Your heart skips a beat, and your smile broadens. "No more towers, pinky promise!"

You lift your hand and offer your pinky towards him. Arthur comes to a stop to look, and his smile stiffens. It was something you did often and upheld with the highest of regards. He couldn't wrap his head around the notion that pinkies meant anything more than digits on a hand, but he knew what it meant to you. Offering his own, the two of you curl your fingers together, and your head nods affirmatively.

"No more towers." He reiterates, breaking the connection finally and putting his free arm around you. You smile and lean into his side, taking in the view that you never grew tired of and noticing a large tree in the distance. You wonder briefly how difficult it would be to climb.

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Okay but imagine always calling Arthur by his nickname, then suddenly you called him by his surname "Harrow" in a random moment because you thought it sounds cool and formal.

Only to find out Arthur freezed for a second, wondering what he did wrong that you decide to call him Harrow instead of Arthur. Then he literally gives you this "🥺" look, asking "My Goddess, did i forgot something today ? Is today our wedding anniversary?"

Then you gotta explain he didn't do anything wrong while he insisted he must did something wrong.

That was the last time you called him Harrow on such random moment cuz goddamn you can't stand his sad puppy look

[girlwithwolftatoo]

hey! can you please make a Doctor Harrow x reader, where reader misbehaves so he puts her on the rails if you know what I mean-

Of course I do, dear anon... of course I do...

Doctor Harrow + teaching reader some manners:

*Your behavior from the last days has been the worst. Guards and nurses had complaint about you being rude, skipping the rules and even involving into fights with them and other patients. When this reaches Harrow's ears, he summons you for an emergency session.

*You keep acting like a brat, not paying attention on purpose and toying with the things on the doctor's desk. Arthur's patience is big, but you can notice a hint of exasperation in his voice when he says "You're not listening, are you, (Y/N)?" You stare at him and stick your tongue out before minding your own business. The doctor sighs and takes off his glasses.

*At first you think he's joking when he asks you to remove your pants, but since you don't obey, Harrow leaves his seat and grabs you by an arm. "Hey! What the hell?" you shut before being pinned against the wall with a strenght you never thought possible from him. The doctor twitches your arm to your back to keep you in place as his other hand pulls your pants down. The most worrying thing of this is listening to his still calmed voice whispering "I asked you politely to do this by yourself and you refused... this is just the consequence of your misbehavior, (Y/N)"

*Once he's done, he almost drags you to his brand new couch for the therapy sessions, sits on it and maneuvers you so you end laying down on his lap. You can feel his hand traveling up and down your naked legs. "Discipline doesn't mean punishment" he speaks, gently pressing his hand to your butt "Don't take this personal, we are just doing some... corrective coersitive techniques"

*Before you can ask what's going on, the first slap hits your rear so hard you screech and give a small jump. Your first thought is spitting curses to him, but Harrow doesn't seem bothered by your words. And when the pain begins to fade away... there's another slap.

*Harrow said this wasn't a punishment, but the spanking hurts like hell, like he knows how, where and when to strike to bring you to the maximum level of discomfort. You struggle to escape and shut at him menaces and more dirty words, but his hand claws your cheeks, squeezing them so hard it's almost painful, and forces you to lean your neck to see you straight to the eye. "It seems you're in a rage crisis... you need to calm down, (Y/N), to release those negative feelings, I will help you with that".

*The next thing you know is his hand leaves your face but goes to your throat with a strong grip that makes you feel dizzy after some seconds. You open your mouth and gasp while his other hand strikes your butt, that's already pink for all the spanking. "We are going to practice some... quietness" Harrow says "Everytime you use your words to say something mean or hurtful, you'll get some... time out without the chance to speak"

*Harrow releases your throat, and while you cough and pant, he undoes his belt (you can feel his hand next to your side). The soft material of the belt caresses your thighs at the moves of Arthur's hand, and when he lifts it to keep with the spanking, you forget for a moment about his warning and shut a very loud "It hurts, you bastard-!" before he holds your throat once again.

*The next part of doctor Harrow's "treatment" consists in keep with the spakning using his belt while you apologize at every strike, following his instructions. "I'm sorry for -OUCH- fighting with my pals..." "Are you going to do that again?" "No, I won't" "You promise?" "I pro-AGH -promise!" "Repeat after me, (Y/N), I won't fight with my pals again" he commands you as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue so when you speak it goes like a babbling. "Sorry, (Y/N), I couldn't hear you" and you receive a new hit on your poor and swollen ass.

*When Harrow feels satisfied by your "progress", he drops the belt and rubs your butt. "I know you feel hurt, let's soothe this together, are you agree?" His fingers run across the gap between your buttocks, looking for what can be found at the end of it. A fingertip presses softly on the fabric, right on your pussy entrance. "Am I wrong or you're a little aroused, (Y/N)?" Since you don't answer immediately, he gives a little slap right on your cunt "What did we just learn today?" "Sorry, doctor... Yes, I am"

*Harrow doesn't hesitate and reaches for your sensitive areas, making you questions to know the reason behind your physical reaction. "Were you spanked at childhood? Who did it? How was your relationship with that person? You know, some special apetites come from unconscious needs, goals we cannot fulfill in certain moments of our life... Tell me, (Y/N), what do you need now? Whom you want to please?"

*The fact Harrow does everything acting so calmed and professional makes you squirm like anything before. You willingly spread your legs to give him free access and you dig your nails on the couch while he fingers you, speaking reassuring words about how proud is he for your good behavior and how he'll reward you for every day you act as a "good girl" and do as you're told.

(Sorry if this is long but oh dear, had too much fun writing this)

[spectorbear]

— dating arthur harrow would include...

requested by anon !

genre: fluff, angst, implied smut headcanons

masterlist

Dating Arthur Harrow would include:

comforting him.

this man has nightmares. bad.

of when he was khonshu’s avatar. of not obeying ammit. of not following through on promises. of justice, murder, pain, growth. just nightmares.

so you would often wake up in the middle of the night to comfort him.

cuddles, kisses, running your hand through his hair.

speaking of his hair...

he loves when you play with his hair. it’s a guilty pleasure of his.

i feel like arthur would definitely be one to tell you things that he enjoys and doesn’t

so communication is never a problem

the man is honest (to you, because he isn’t trying to you know... manipulate any gods for you)

anyway!

lots of scalp massages and soft kisses in between

i also feel like arthur would try to keep you away from the whole ammit thing

and there would definitely be some arguments because of it

“you said, you promised, that you wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“i know, darling, but sometimes hurt is necessary for the overall better.”

(that’s called utilitarianism, arthur.)

you would give in the instant he hugged you

but whatever.

this is a very specific headcanon of mine but 

he would love love thighs.

doesn’t matter how big/small you are. just loves them.

thigh grabs, rubbing them while reading or watching something, gentle squeezes while thinking or driving, just constant thigh touches

but he isn’t big on PDA

arthur definitely would keep everything private between you two

the community knows who you are and who you are to him, of course

but everything is kept just you two

would give you hard looks and glares when you would kiss him in public, even if it’s just a peck

(don’t worry, you’ll make it up to him later <3)

arthur overall would be super hard to handle but also so so in love with you that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you ever. ever. 

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[wayward-persephone]

How do you feel about The Grabber or Arthur going down on reader for the first time and then when you're overstimulated they keep going because they're so pussy drunk 🥲

Okay listen...pussydrunk is a kink of mine 🥴🥴

The Grabber would be insatiable. Aroused because he’s your first and from the act itself. Would pin your thighs open and push your legs to your chest so he can have complete open access to your pussy. Hands bruising against your skin as his licking and tonguefucking grew more frantic with each of your orgasms. And he would tonguefuck you, he can’t do anything more gentle than that once he tastes you, and you spend most of the night falling apart on his tongue even as you plead for mercy. I personally feel like the Grabber is either a virgin or so sexually repressed because he never felt comfortable enough to explore sex. So when he finally gets you underneath him and basically at his mercy, he lets his inner beast out to play, and it often leaves you with a tearstained face and body completely limp from the pleasure he wrings from you. After the first time you would absolutely wake up some nights with his head tucked between your thighs as he jerks off.

Arthur Harrow would definitely be more gentle since it’s your first time, but he would be no less intense. He would worship you. Alternating between suckling at your slick swollen clit and murmuring words of praise against your pussy. Would firmly keep your legs spread for him until you’re so limp from the numerous orgasms he pulls from you that your legs stay splayed open. He would softly shush you when you cry out for a break, massaging your thighs gently, but then goes back to lapping at you like a man starved. After that  Arthur would prefer you not to wear panties so he can have complete easy access to you and will simply coax you to the nearest flat surface so he can bury his tongue inside you. He would place your pleasure above his own, claiming that he gets enough pleasure tending to you, and you spend most mornings utterly boneless as he pampers you with soft kisses and cuddles until your brain decides to start working again.  

[little-cereal-draws]

Instead of a season two of Moon Knight, they should just remake season one but as a musical

Included songs:

"Generic intro song" (As Steven gets ready/arrives at work, to show what a mess of a person he is, how he wants to be a tour guide, and how little his coworkers care abt him)

"Marc and Steven fight in the storage unit" song (Marc's verses are needlessly complicated, vague, and confusing; Steven's verses start as questions that don't get answered but changes into his line abt stake, not being able to breathe, and requests to go to the hospital, all of which are ignored by Marc. Uses Marc and Steven's musical theme)

"Layla's song about why she's upset/betrayed" (it's obvious that it's supposed to be a duet but Steven doesn't know the words so he's just fumbling and apologizing. Ends with Layla abt to storm out on him but the police knock on the door. Uses Marc and Layla's musical theme)

"Generic villain song" for Harrow (maybe the melody is deceptively happy and uplifting but words are sinister. The other cult members are backup singers)

"Marc and Layla are fighting" song (Uses Marc and Layla's theme. It starts with them undercover on the boat in Egypt when she's trying to get him to open up and it's obvious he's still in love with her. Climaxes when they reach Mogart's and the whole company comes in. They're trying to be in character but are still fighting. Ends when Mogart shows up)

"Khonshu's song" (Could be titled 'I Remember Every Night,' idk. Could be sad and abt how he got kicked out or could be lowkey evil and manipulative, depending on how you want to characterize him. Or both!)

"Steven's attempt at flirting" song (This isn't really a song. It's more like three or four lines he sings to Layla after they kiss as an echo of her song abt why she was upset. Uses a variation of Marc and Layla's theme but is still different enough)

"Marc and Layla are fighting" reprise (very short, only a verse or two, but it's after Layla finds out about her dad. Basically, she's yelling at him and throwing everything from the original song back in his face)

"Angst: part one" song (Steven sings this when he finds out he's 'not real.' It's really short and simple, only a verse wo any accompaniment, but it breaks your heart)

"Angst: part two" song (This is where you really start crying :) Marc sings this after they watch his brother drown. It's the same melody as Steven's but a bit longer, two verses, and is abt how he's so so sorry. Bonus points if he starts crying at the end and his voice breaks and he's crying, you're crying, everybody's crying. This is the song you wish was longer than 30 seconds and loop over and over during a breakdown)

"Marc and Steven fight in the storage unit" reprise (This is Marc's speech to Steven in the Duat when he gives him the heart. It's really sweet and sad and uses Marc and Steven's theme)

"Big climax fight" song (Big battle song at the end. Everybody sings. Marc, Steven, Harrow, Layla, Khonshu, Ammit, the ensemble. Obviously, Marc and Steven sing the most, finishing each other's lines, harmonizing, etc to show they're really in sync now but everybody else has at least one line. Mostly uses Marc and Steven's theme but incorporates Marc and Layla's and Harrow's as well)

"Jake's song" (At the very end of the end credit scene. Jake doesn't actually sing; it just plays his theme. It sounds similar to Marc and Steven's theme but is definitely different)

[nyx-aira]

Headcanons: Moonknight characters with a sarcastic reader

Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly, Arthur Harrow

A/N: Yes I caved in, I will write both of them :) It's just too good of an opposite to write and I'm gonna regret not writing both so yeah.

Also thanks for 900 followers, you guys are awesome ❤

TW! Swear words (that's it)

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Steven

Steven can be just as sarcastic as you are.

If not indefinitely worse, when he had a bad day.

So your bond just came naturally although he still gets flustered sometimes on how blunt you can be because although he uses sarcasm too, most of the time he keeps his thoughts to himself.

When you followed them to Egypt you had always some comment to make.

"Yeah it's definitely a good idea to visit a tomb that most likely has something inside that wants to murder us"

Marc

Steven couldn't agree more but you went inside anyways.

Your only comment as things went south: "great, its not like I predicted how this would go at all"

Steven loved your bluntness but was always afraid it would get you into trouble - and it did - but that didn't stop you.

You have a competition on who can make Marc cringe more at your comments. Steven is loosing but he doesn't care. He just likes seeing you laugh and being happy.

Layla

Marc. Now Marc had a difficult relationship with sarcasm.

As he has been sharing his body with Steven for almost all of his life he was used to it but you? You were on a WHOLE OTHER LEVEL.

He would act all annoyed at your comments but secretly he loved them.

He loved how you could just make any threat seem so harmless with just a couple words and how you never felt afraid to say what's on your mind.

"Hey bone pigeon! Leave Marc the fuck alone with your stupid bullshit."

"Please stop referring to an ancient god as bone pigeon."

"What, he does look like one! Also what's up with the toilet paper obsession?"

He usually had to listen to Khonshu ranting about your antics but he ignored the gods remarks most of the time.

You were just looking out for him after all.Now Marc knew that most people would not understand your humour but he didn't care. He would glare at anyone who made a stupid remark and ignore the stares that were sent your way.

Arthur

Layla was surprised when she heard your sarcasm for the first time.

She was shocked for a moment but soon found herself laughing at your comments all the time.

You definitely spent way too much time with Steven.

"Yay let's follow your ex on a murder mission."

She very much agreed to that statement but just snickered as Marc glanced your way.

Layla loved your way with words and could listen to your rants for hours. Which she did most of the time because that was quality time to you two.

Layla would absolutely root for you in your competition with Steven.

"Listen I trust your judgement but that shirtless bitch on a horse doesn't seem too trustworthy."

Your comments were rude but true most of the time.

"Ha, told you so!"

"We're getting SHOT at! Can your victory dance wait a bit?"

"Fine but I was right."

Layla would lie if she said your comments didn't brighten her day.

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Oh boy did you annoy Arthur sometimes.

Not in a bad way, no, but if your partner just reveals to you that his mission is to free an Egyptian goddess and has explained basically his life work to you and your response is simply "sure sure" and you continue eating your chocolate bar it can be a bit disorienting to say so.

None the less Arthur loves you and your humour more than anything in the world.

You would make his day brighter and light up even the darkest situations with a sarcastic off hand comment.

"Let's follow an ancient scarab into the sands of Egypt, he said. What could possibly go wrong, he said."

Arthur really had to suppress laughter in front of his followers from time to time as you would whisper something in his ear.

"Is it just me or doesn't the moonlight suit look like some fancy toilet paper."

Your comments were always very blunt but that's what he liked so much about you. You always spoke your mind.

Weirdly enough you also had a thing for printing your comments on t-shirts.

So while Arthur walked around in his typical clothes you would trail behind, a shirt with the imprint "let's go and die by the hands of a mummy" on, as you headed to Egypt.

You had a collection of those shirts and Arthur loved, loved, loved gifting you new ones.

He would send his followers out to find the most horrendous shirts they could find just so he could watch the smile on your face as he gave them to you.

(He sometimes wore them to sleep as well but shh don't tell anyone)

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[im-his-druidess]

(The Grabber HC is posted here)

Okay listen…pussydrunk is a Kink of mine 🥴🥴

Arthur Harrow would definitely be more gentle since it’s your first time, but he would be no less intense. He would worship you. Alternating between suckling at your slick swollen clit and murmuring words of praise against your pussy. Would firmly keep your legs spread for him until you’re so limp from the numerous orgasms he pulls from you that your legs stay splayed open. He would softly shush you when you cry out for a break, massaging your thighs gently, but then goes back to lapping at you like a man starved. After that  Arthur would prefer you not to wear panties so he can have complete easy access to you and will simply coax you to the nearest flat surface so he can bury his tongue inside you. He would place your pleasure above his own, claiming that he gets enough pleasure tending to you, and you spend most mornings utterly boneless as he pampers you with soft kisses and cuddles until your brain decides to start working again.

[sincka]

Dr.Harrow : Did you have to stab them ?

Jake : You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.

Dr.Harrow : What did they say ?

Jake : "What are you going to do, stab me ?"

Dr.Harrow : That’s fair.

[tiptapricot]

Some extended MCU MK system headcanons!

I’m probably going to be adding a couple more peeps/expanding on stuff already here, including coming up with some totally original characters, but the list rn only consists of canonic or semi-canonic alters. Some of my hcs are based on bits and pieces of general fandom discussion and meta, as well as discord convos. Ideas, suggestions, and questions abt anything here are totally welcome, I hope u like my thoughts >:-)

(Characters already in the show have less info as we already see more ab their dynamics and roles, and characters set up in comics will have a note for their source)

Marc

Main trauma holder, having the memories of Randall’s death, their mother’s abuse, and some of the system’s medical trauma

Physical protector of the system in most situations

Name and characteristics/self-perception are based off the body at the time of splitting

Has lots of internalized ableism to work through

Cohost

Positive triggers: Layla, Steven fronting, Frenchie, the Chicago Cubs, pizza

Steven

Emotional and spiritual protector for Marc as well as the system as a whole

Introject/fictive of Dr. Steven Grant from the Tomb Buster movie

During their childhood years he was the one to take their mother’s abuse, but doesn’t hold the memories of it

A caretaker also, often patching up the body’s injuries

Holds the good memories of their mother and father

Cohost

Positive triggers: Egyptology, Layla, Marc fronting, Wham!

Jake

Protector of the body in cases Marc can’t handle, AKA physical threats outside of their mother’s abuse during childhood, imminent life threatening situations when they’re older, and self harm/sui attempts

Also somewhat of a gatekeeper

Is there to get rid of the threat and then get the body to a safe place

Holds the memory of crawling out of the cave

Lives very moment to moment, no clear sense of time passing for most of his life beyond time working for Khonshu or when the others couldn’t front, getting most new memories outside of that from bleed from the others/moments of blurriness

Once headspace forms spends most of his time there

Eventually, once no longer needing to stay secret from Marc and Steven, becomes a more regular fronter, though never really considers himself a host

Positive triggers: leather, cars

Commander (Lemire, 2016)

Supernatural trauma holder/processor

Formed when Khonshu appeared to Marc as a child, and is the one to hold that memory specifically

Was only meant to hold that memory but came out of dormancy when Khonshu made the system his avatar

Introject/fictive of a spaceman version of Marc that Marc pretended to be and drew as a kid

Shares his childhood love for space as well as memories surrounding it

Lives near completely within a section of the inner world simulating a battle with space wolves for Earth, isolated from the rest of the system

Any interactions fronting he perceives as dreams, or a psychic connection to inter dimensional aliens

Started out as a more fragmented piece of Marc, but developed into his own person

Positive trigger: space

Inner Child (Bendis, Ultimate Marvel universe)

A little who both holds the system’s childhood whimsy and adventure, preserving the childhood they lost, and their sense of their mother’s innocence that was also lost

Trauma free

Started out as a fragmented piece of Marc, his younger self frozen in time, and still considers that to be her, but eventually felt more like a girl and presents that way in the headspace in present

The others refer to her as “child”

Doesn’t age

Maintains a passion for many of the things that have been tainted by trauma for the other system members, including rain, swimming, exploration, and make believe play

Doesn’t front often or fully and never by herself (unless Layla is there)

Really loves Steven because he’s got the same name as Dr. Steven Grant!!!

Positive triggers: action figures, puddles, hiking, kids shows the system watched when they were younger, dresses

Mr. Knight (Ellis, 2014)

Emotional protector for Marc and Steven, and physical protector for the system as a whole when Jake is unavailable

Formed off of Steven when he fronted post show during one of Jake’s missions for Khonshu

Holds most memories of accidental discovery that the system is still tied to Khonshu

Not a fictive, but formed with similar vibes to famous British spies and detectives, AKA a very good detective and fighter

Has a very gentle but firm British accent

Somewhat of a logician, but not completely

So calm, collected, and precise that he can sometimes make bad decisions

Never really gets ruffled or scared, but can get angry

Shares Steven’s suit, though his is slightly different, having a few more moon designs

Wry sense of humor

Doesn’t front much outside of filling his role, and never when the body isn’t wearing the suit, but does vibe in the inner world

Positive triggers: not having the body’s face visible, white cloth, Debussy

Dr. Harrow

Formed post Duat as a maladaptive protector/prosecutor

Was more of a fragment before, holding a lot of the system’s internalized ableism, but formed more solidly with the image of Dr. Harrow

Holds most memories of the system’s medical trauma (though is distanced from it, seeing it from the POV of their doctor), as well as ableist ideas about alter creation/personhood (stemming largely from Steven after finding out he was a fictive in the Duat, as well as Marc’s own struggle to recognize himself as an alter)

Initially is unaware that he is a headmate, very much seeing things as “I’m fine but you guys need help”

Formed additionally as a way to process separating from Khonshu’s abuse, somewhat clinging to/reinforcing ideas that Khonshu pushed on the system of distrust in reality and reliance on a caretaker figure

Continues to harm the system through digging up trauma memories and enforcing harmful ideas because that’s how he’s able to process the trauma he holds

Eventually and very slowly is able to discover and accept his place as an alter in a system, and starts trying to work towards a more constructive role

Is eventually (like after a lotttt of work) able to shift into more of a gatekeeper/organizer role, giving the system structure and support that it needs, and creating a safe internal space for headmates to process trauma memories and their own systemhood

Doesn’t front

Moon Knight (no specific source but is sometimes treated as or referred to as something more separate from other established alters)

A fragment that forms after the system separates from Khonshu, mainly displaying/spreading either feelings of anxiety and hopelessness, or feelings of anger

Formed from a piece of Marc that was always sure he was going to be stuck serving Khonshu forever, and who wasn’t able to move on after that reality was broken

He is solely Moon Knight, dehumanized from being anything else by his perception of being perpetually stuck in the role of Khonshu’s tool

He doesn’t think they’ll ever be free, and views himself as a monster, always stuck in the past, always stuck in Marc’s worst days in the suit

He rarely fronts, and doesn’t interact very often with other headmates, mostly sticking to himself or not really appearing at all, except in moments of either very high distress, or extreme joy at being free, where he can often blur with whoever’s fronting and either increase their anxieties, or pull back their enthusiasm

Jake is the one most aware of him, as he comes close to front pretty regularly while Jake is on missions with Khonshu

General trigger: in depth/extended talk of Khonshu

[mandowifey]

Headcanon request for either Albert Shaw or Arthur Harrow as a dad. But honestly, I would accept such a Headcanon for any villianeous character you write about. So surprise me.

This has been sitting in my head for awhile, so I'm excited to get to work on it.

I'm gonna do both these handsome fellas!

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Fatherhood

Albert Shaw & Arthur Harrow x Reader HCs

Warnings: Hints of Dubcon, definitely Noncon, implications of above mentions, crazy boys around kids, reader is not referred to by specific gender terms but is able to get pregnant.

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Arthur Harrow, first and foremost, wanted a child.

A child to him is a means of keeping you beside him. The bond would tie you two together forever. He likes the sense of control it brings him, especially over you. When you first met him, you were on the pill and mentioned never wanting kids of your own. But Arthur, as he does, convinces you otherwise. Perhaps even it was an 'accident'. He is certainly the kind of man who would swap your birth control with sugar pills. But he'd smile anyways and assure you it was fate.

While pregnant, you would be doted over. Every need met, whether it be from him or his followers. You would be given luxury and love and treasured like a little goddess. This is Arthur's child, after all, and that baby would be considered a herald. He would enjoy sitting with you, head on your stomach as you two talked. He would additionally make sure you ate well and took all the things you need for a healthy child. Arthur enjoys touching your belly while he reads or falls asleep. You have never looked more stunning.

When the child arrives, Arthur is in love immediately. While most wish for a boy, he always wanted a girl. Regardless, he was happy with whichever. He would sit beside you and help you cradle the crying newborn, imagining all the great things your baby would grow to accomplish. You, as the carrier, get to name the baby. Arthur would suggest names of course but leave the choice to you.

Fatherhood suits him. The man is extremely patient and controlled. He is great with teaching your child and helping them along. You've never heard him laugh so much before. There is considerable joy in his life now, and it shows. That baby would be raised with love and expectations. However, he is stern and unrelenting. The child never gets away with anything, and punishment is taken very seriously. It will learn that for actions, there are consequences.

I think Arthur would be a natural with parenting and fatherhood. He'd enjoy the molding of such a young life. He would eventually ask you for another, and maybe one more, once the first is a little older.

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Albert Shaw has never wanted children. As a child, he was violently abused and mistreated. He can not mentally grasp the responsibility of a child (even if he can raise and train a dog, it's different).

That being said, in this instance, you are a victim/obsession that he's grown fond of and wants to keep. Pregnancy at its core appeals to him. The idea of his seed stuck inside of you, the fact that you are forced to grow and bear something that is equal parts his own excites him. He enjoys the thought of you being stuck with a piece of him inside of you and for life. But that is just about where it ends for him.

When you start showing signs of pregnancy, he'd simply watch. Maybe, depending on if he really enjoys you, he'll give you water and use his softer tone to reassure you that all was well. He does find it arousing that your skin clears and breasts swell - he'd be very interested in those. When your tummy grows, he'd touch it and talk to you about it, generally wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"How does it feel? Being stuck with a piece of me inside of you."

When it came time for birth, you were most likely alone. Stuck in the basement and forced to go through the entire process alone. In this instance, if you survived, he would return home surprised to see and hear a baby.

There is a long pause, and he is gripping and loosening his hands. You can't really tell what he's thinking. You would be filthy, tired, barely awake if not for that need to protect your newborn. He would come across the room and shake his head, scolding you about the mess you made. You are afraid when he sits beside you and looks at the child. Part of you wants to believe he cares, but you see no semblance of love in those eyes of his.

He'd sit in silence for a while, wincing if the baby cried. Eventually, when you got too tired to keep awake, he'd take the child out of your arms and leave the basement.

And you would never see the baby again.

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Wondering how wealthy Arthur actually is. Sure he probably had some rich followers for donation but still running a cult aint cheap, let alone having dozens around the world.

And not to mention he often fly from a country to another like, have y'all seen how expensive plane tickets are hadkajskjac

[girlwithwolftatoo]

HELLOOOO!! Would you do some spicy head canons about Dr.Harrow/Arthur Harrow being into rough s.ex and being teasing maybe?? 🌚

Ohhh yessss

Dr. Harrow + rough s.ex:

*That glass table may be fragile, but the rest of the room isn't, my dear ;D

*Dr. Harrow seems like those manipulative who plays the innocent when he clearly isn't. He makes everything to make you sure he cares for you in a deeper way than the usual doctor/patient form, and he knows how to tease you as well.

*He'll corner you against an empty wall, or probably will push you to the floor, using his calmest voice to remind you that everything's fineand you shouldn't be affraid. He'll proceed to run his hands through your body, until he finds a way within the clothing to grab your desirable flesh.

*I hope you're ready for a half-naked, rough and intense quickie, 'cause that's exctly what you're going to get. Enjoy yourself while Dr. Harrow has his way with your neck, playing with your tits under the shirt and then proceeding to search for your intimacy, whispering commands into your ear but making them sound like nice askings. "Spread your legs wider, my sweetie... that's it, you see how everything is easier when you cooperate?"

*He will finger you until your legs are shaking, and that's when his true face starts to show off. He grunts and squeezes you with his body to avoid any escape attempt (not like you want to do it), then use your fluids as a lube to bury himself deep into you. The way he stretches you inside is almost cruel, at this point it seems all his moves are meant to please him over you, but he does it so exquisite your moans are for real.

*He will probably undo his tie and use it to gag you. He even uses his cane (the two-headed crocodile one) to lean your head back by placing it under your neck, he loves to being in full control of you.

*And of course he'll cum into you, even pushing all his seed back to make sure nothing's wasted. Then, he'll walk around you, kneel to take your face between his fingers and, with a sinister smile, will claim "this is the face of a very good girl, indeed".

[jokeringcutio]

Send me your prompts for hc and imagines about dangerous men and reader

[wayward-persephone]

I need a scenario where patient Arthur Harrow fucks the reader hard🥵🔥 I am so hot for that man it’s ridiculous😂🥵

😉

You didn’t even know how he keeps getting into your room, let alone staying long enough without the orderlies wandering in, and you were in the process of reaping the consequences. You were on your stomach on your thin bed, face pressed into your pillow where you were actively biting into the fabric, and your legs were spread. The man pressed into your back was growling low in your ear and his large hands were pining yours to the bed. His hips were snapping against yours roughly and his thick cock speared into you so deep that you could only sob. You were a soaked mess between your thighs, hating the slick sounds that seemed to echo around the small room, and the man only fucked into you harder. You tried to shift to avoid the deep penetration but was pushed back down flat on the bed.

“Don’t run. Take it all,” he growled, rough voice sounding like he just gargled gravel, and you whimpered as his grip on your hands tightened almost painfully.

He was practically a stranger. You would often catch him staring at you and would stare you down with something unreadable in his bright blue eyes. You only knew his name from the mandatory group therapy sessions and now he was railing you within an inch of your life.

“Arthur,” you gasp out and your only response was for him to groan above you.

He released one of your hands to grip your jaw, lifting your head up so he can press his mouth tightly against your ear, and you could feel his surprisingly soft shaggy hair brushing against your cheek.

“One day…you’re going to scream my name,” he hissed with a particularly hard thrust that you swore hit against your cervix.

The thought of you continuing this with him, of him fucking you hard and brutal enough that you limped the next day, made both fear and excitement swell in your chest.

This would be the third time he’s snuck into your room and the first time he had you bouncing on his cock while he rambled and growled about some ‘Goddess’ and ‘Khonshu’ and ‘scales’. Why you had let him continue to seek you out was a mystery to you, this wasn’t a safe or normal place to hookup after all, but the way he effortlessly took control of your body made your head feel delightfully fuzzy.

“I want hear how much you need me inside you,” he murmured in a softer tone that brought you crashing back to reality and the hand on your jaw drifted up to bluntly shove three long fingers into your mouth, “but I need you to stay quiet, now.”

At that point you realized you were whining long and sharp on his every downstroke. To avoid drooling too much you sucked on his thick fingers and he groaned against your ear as his thrusts became more frantic.

“You need me, don’t you? Need me to keep you nice and full…,” he hissed and you sobbed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

You came hard around him, clenching down on his cock as you choked on a wail of pleasure, and he laughed in pure delight as you body went slack against the bed.

As you laid limp underneath him, Arthur moved his hands to your hips to lift them slightly off the bed, and he gave a few more brutal thrusts that had tears fill your eyes before he spilled inside you with a sharp choked gasp. You could feel him pulsing hotly deep inside of you and you shivered at the added wetness between your thighs. He panted harshly against the nape of your neck as he slumped against you, grinding against you to draw out his orgasm, and you vaguely felt him pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and shoulder through the material of your shirt. You both stayed quiet as you caught your breath and calmed down and it didn’t escape your notice that Arthur stayed inside you even as he went soft. Eventually he pulled himself out and off of you and you could finally pop your head up to take a deep breath of fresh air. Your legs felt wobbly as you shifted around and you felt your face heat at the almost gentle way Arthur helped fix your clothes for you.

“I’ll see you later, my little Goddess,” he murmured while squeezing your thigh and you felt something twist in your chest at the uncharacteristic tenderness and at the nickname he’s taken to calling you and you just flopped back onto your bed in exhaustion as you heard him slip out of your room.

[little-cereal-draws]

Moon Knight tiktok headcannons:

Steven:

His feed is entirely books and Egyptology facts with an occasional classic art video

Runs an account called Stupid Old Bird where he basically just films Khonshu being an idiot

This could be him saying dumb things, doing dumb things, just existing in an annoying way, etc

Steven is quite pleased with himself. Khonshu is only mildly aware that this account exists

They don’t have any followers tho bc he doesn’t turn up on camera. To everyone else, it just looks like Steven is filming empty space and then laughing

Marc:

Doesn’t understand the appeal of tiktok and doesn’t use it

Jake:

Doesn’t post anything but will hijack Steven’s feed with cat videos

It drives Steven crazy but Jake does it anyway lol

Taweret:

Tiktok dance queen

Is on top of the dance trends and learns them all. She’s pretty good at it too

Has an insane amount of videos

Again she doesn’t turn up on camera but if she did, would have a lot of followers

Her only follower is Layla bc she’s the only one who can see her. She asked Khonshu to follow her too and he said no

Layla:

Only made an account to follow Taweret

Just logs on once a day, likes all her videos, and then closes it

Ammit and Harrow:

Doesn’t know what tiktok is and doesn’t want it