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[khonshuscondemned]

Steven’s favorite tea?🤔 Or all their fave beverages

STEVEN DRINKS LONDON FOGS CHANGE MY MIND (you can’t). also nonny you have opened up a whole WORLD of hc my dear so pls buckle up.

(yes i will be including the moob knife* coffee order breakdown in this ask)

First and foremost- Steven’s fav tea depends on what he has laying around in his flat. he strikes me as the type to purchase large amounts of tea in bulk and can throw things together to make his drinks yummy no matter his ingredients list. The only time he gets the same drink over and over is when he orders from tea/coffee shops. I can see Steven drinking any kind of white tea with honey.

I don’t think he’s as big a coffee person as he is a tea person, but when Steven does drink coffee i think he takes it black with maybe a little bit too much brown sugar and he is a little snooty about the beans (aka he enjoys buying his coffee from a fancy-schmancy roastery).

Marc’s coffee addiction is through the roof tho- and tbh same could be said for Jake’s (jake is just much more subtle about it). Marc drinks any kind of coffee from anywhere, any time no questions asked. he hates it black but will down most of the whole thing in one go if he can, just for the caffeine. Fav kinda coffee tho ? Marc likes it sweet. You know the whole ‘one coffee, black as my soul’ and the barista hands over a ridiculously all-frills-included sweet caramel oatmilk extra whip add chai and vanilla iced latte light ice extra sprinkles (or alt: white chocolate mocha three pumps raspberry extra whip made with half & half) ?? that’s Marc’s favourite coffee drink. It’s also really funny to me okay sjfkfjsbf. (Will go over Moob Knife’s drink order at the end*)

Jake likes hot cocoa. he likes warm apple cider or wassil or hot lemon water with honey. he’s the type o’ guy that actually finds comfort in questions like ‘can i get you glass of warm milk’ (weirdo. ((affectionate)). To Jake Lockley, any warm beverage is a comfort beverage . coffee isn’t usually considered in the same category (even if it’s a hot drink) bc for Jake, caffeine is fuel in the tank. he’s probably the only one out of the three of them that doesn’t give a fuck what his coffee tastes like as long as he can chug it (marc swears he’s the same but if his coffee isn’t sweet asf he won’t finish it).

Now. the Moob Knife* order.

i broke down his order in the moon moots gc a while back but for Reasons im including it here bc i can and no one cans top me .

sorry this might’ve gotten out of hand. ksjfxlsjdkfjd.

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[iscarusholmes]

Prompt for ya: Vampire!Stiles but make it fluffyish(?)

Stiles gets into a car accident(?) in Roscoe under mysterious circumstances. Ends up in the hospital but heals faster than he should. A few days later while running in the forest finds himself suddenly craving a deer....

Lydia: "Thats wine right? Please tell me thats wine and not what I think it is."

Derek: "Thats not wine. Its bambi."

He should be dead.

It's the one thing on repeat in his head, louder than his father's urgent words, clearer than the concern in Derek's eyes and much higher on his totem pole of worries than Jackson's bitching about how he'll have to be the one to give rides, and his fancy-smancy porche isn't built to accommodate the entire pack. His beloved Roscoe is absolutely in ruins, wrapped halfway around a big, stubborn tree and upside-down to boot. There are flashes of blue, red and orange splashing behind his eyelids even when he closes them, and besides Dad's shouting there are a lot of other voices too.

He doesn't remember much of the crash, only that something (or someone) came leaping out from the coverage of the trees and sprinting across the street right in front of his jeep. He remembers slamming his foot down on the brake and the feeling of the car spinning and tipping and colliding with something hard. He remembers throwing his hands up on instinct, tucking his head down and curling his body closer to try and minimise the damage. And then there's just darkness.

'Hey, hey kid.' Dad's voice is shaky, but firm and Stiles latches onto it like a lifeline in the uproar of chaos surrounding him. He still hasn't managed to open his eyes yet, but he can feel his dad's strong hand on his head. 'Stay with me, you hear? You stay with me, Stiles.'

He tries to groan something back, but there's blood in his throat and it tastes funny and wrong on the back of his tongue, thick and congealed as he gargles. Someone is shushing him, telling him to try not to speak, to hold still. Between one second and the next, darkness takes him again.

-

The first thing he notices when he wakes is the hunger. He's starving, stomach growling like his favourite reoccurring meal wasn't an entire box of mac and cheese and sliced hot dogs. The beeping of the monitor's is loud, too loud- loud enough that as soon as he's able, he's clapping his hands over his ears.

When he opens his eyes, his vision is... funny. Wonky. He'd never had a second thought about his sight being anything less than average, but right now it's like he can see every thread in the white coat his doctor is wearing as the man tries to calm him down. There's another sound, too, other than the annoying heart monitor, a rushing, roaring thump thump thump.

He's able to ignore it for the time being, because pretty soon Dad's there to look him over, the bags under his eyes dark and heavy. His voice is hoarse when he explains what they know so far.

'We think it was a deer,' Dad says, but the way his eyes dart from Stiles to the doctor clues the younger Stilinski into the fact that there's more than meets the eye, something that can't be shared in present company.

Pain twinges up Stiles' spine and he shifts, sitting straighter. He can barely think, his gut feels so empty- he's so hungry. 'Right,' he croaks, and simply nods his head in gratitude when his dad hands him a water cup.

As soon as the doctor leaves them alone, Derek is creeping in through the window, and it startles Dad but not Stiles, and he hides a painful chuckle. Werewolves and doors never got along.

Derek looks just as concerned and tired as the sheriff, and there's dirt on his jeans like he's been running through underbrush. Dad frowns at the mud he tracks onto the floor, but the alpha only has eyes for his mate and rushes to his side. His hands are warm, they're always warm (fucking werewolves), and as black lines of lightning crawl up Derek's wrists Stiles sighs when some of the hunger pain ebbs. He hadn't even noticed the aches in his head and hands until they're gone.

'What were you thinking, Stiles?' are his lover's first words to him, which rude.

He sticks his tongue out and says, 'If you think this was intentional, you're so wrong. Like, not as wrong as when you said not to go into the little rings of mushrooms to see if fairies were real, but loads more wrong than when you said blowjobs weren't an awesome part of our sexy-times regime.'

Stiles'll blame his lack of a filter on the pain-pull. It always leaves him a little woozy. Dad buries his head in his hand and huffs a laugh, excusing himself with a quick, 'I'll be back in a bit, Chris has some intel on what you might've hit.'

Derek is still silent, holding Stiles close, as though he'll magically get better faster that way. Honestly, Stiles is feeling a bit better, if not for the rumbling in his stomach. There's only a few more moments of silence before he purses his lips and lets himself relax into the alpha's arms.

'I'm fine, Der,' he says, but Derek just shakes his head.

'Your heart wasn't beating, Stiles. When we got there, it had stopped. The emt's had to re-start it twice.' Derek holds him a little tighter and Stiles feels guilt flood through him at the worry causing his lover's voice to tremble. 'There was so much blood. They said you- they said you weren't going to make it.'

'I'm sorry-' Stiles immediately responds, but Derek just hushes him softly, waving away his apology before he could really get into it. He shuts his mouth for only a quick second before continuing, though. 'Dad doesn't think it was an animal, huh? Is Roscoe... is she okay?'

He can practically hear the way Derek's eyes roll. 'Not unless you hit an elephant. And... well...'

His voice trails off and Stiles frowns. He wasn't dead, at least, which meant that even if Roscoe never is up and running again, at least she died protecting him. His mother would be proud. Probably.

Derek doesn't let him go until well after he's fallen back asleep.

-

Chris and Peter have news for the pack a few nights later, and miraculously, Stiles is released from the hospital with an (almost) clean bill of health just in time to make it to the pack meeting (and although he definitely misses his pretty blue girl, riding passenger in Derek Hale's camero is quite fun). Allison and Lydia are busily pouring over documents at the table while the rest of them filter into the living room, where Chris stands, looking worryingly serious.

'We think you hit a vampire,' is what he says, and Stiles can't help the way his brow raises.

'I thought I hit an animal?' he questions from his place halfway sprawled on Derek's lap. His stomach still hurts, and despite the way his wounds have healed up, he can't seem to stop shaking. 'I think I woulda noticed if I had hit a pale, sparkly man.'

Isaac and Peter scoff a laugh, but Derek nudges him gently to focus and Chris doesn't look amused in the slightest. 'Contrary to popular media, vampires aren't sparkly. They can also shift into varying animal forms, usually birds or bats, but occasionally other larger animals, too. Though the tracks leading up to the road were shaped like a mountain lion's, the tracks leading away from the crash are human.'

He nods to Peter. 'We tracked it a few miles, then lost the trail, but it looks as though it was headed deeper into the preserve.'

Stiles is still sitting with a dubious expression on his face, not quite able to comprehend the leap between him possibly hitting a mountain lion and having to deal with a vampire. 'Wait, wait,' he says, but Peter talks over him.

'How's the appetite, Stiles?'

His question catches Stiles off-guard, and apparently Derek and Lydia, too, because both hurry to hiss at the elder Hale to shut up. Chris looks a bit like he's trying to keep his opinion to himself, and as Peter holds up his hands in surrender he smirks Stiles' least favorite smirk- the one that says 'I know something you don't know'.

The rest of the meeting is about the plans to find and capture (or, more realistically, kill) the vampire and where it was last seen. Stiles only makes it through three bites of pizza before he's off to the bathroom, stomach queasy.

In the end, it's agreed that Boyd, Jackson, Isaac and Allison will start on the opposite side of the road, where the vampire had come from, and Chris and the others would follow in the fading tracks towards the preserve to try and sus out where the creature had headed off towards. It was agreed that the pack would keep their phones on, and howl if anything went wrong.

Eager to figure out exactly what had wrecked his mother's baby blue jeep, Stiles insisted on coming with, despite Derek's rumbling protests.

[khonshuscondemned]

MK hc ask - (kind of silly) Where *did* Steven's paperweight collection come from - "a paperweight shop" fr? (but like, is he collecting his knickknacks all himself? are marc and jake contributing on the sly?) Also pls stay hydrated and hope you feel better soon!!

oh my god silly asks are my favourite, please send me all of them fr. 

also heh. 

i think steven has no fucking idea where that little pyramid paperweight came from. i don’t even think he knows if it is a paperweight honestly- 

i mean, look at his face??  the face of a man who has several other, bigger priorities (his wife (???) his currently hiding somewhere in his flat and he has two police officers poking their noses thru his stuff ((bite kill shred dont go through other people’s things pls)) and he’s seeing weird bird bone mummy monsters and there’s an angry bitchy american man living inside him-) being asked about something as inconsequential as what any of his given knickknacks are or why he has them... 

‘mate do i look like i know what this is?? i don’t even know what day it is??’ <- steven grant, probably

(aside: the funny thing is, i bet steven would love to go into what exactly any one item in his flat is or why he has it or what it does, etc.  i think if layla had asked that question we would’ve gotten a vastly different response- i bet steven could’ve told us what all the markings meant, why he bought it and where and what other interesting stuff had caught his eye at the time, i mean. it’s steven.)

as for my own personal ideas... i think jake is big on collecting things. i’ll hafta do my little jake headcanons (someone ask me or @mrcspectr who hissyfit is) in another post bc there just. are way too many.... but i like to think jake picks out a lot of things when he’s on his daily nightly grind, whether it’s a collectable item for steven or marc’s preferred scentless shampoo doesn’t make a difference bc he ‘collects’ these items for his boys with the same intentions. <3

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[khonshuscondemned]

ksjdndbhsjshdhs i hope u don’t mind that im answering this on my mk blog instead but @tiptapricot you . you got my mind spinning . and pardon my brevity here- but during that little period of time tip? i think... marc fell in love with layla all over again. i hope to maybe go into more of a story/scene rewrite of this but for now- for now have some of my own soft marclayla hc’s yeah?

i think the moment she popped into his vision with that smile that could freeze time and melt the fuckin ice caps sipping her lil drink, he was done for.  He knew it was coming, knew it from the moment he saw her wandering Steven’s flat, her curls ever as wild and unruly as the heart that beat so fiercely in her chest, when she looked at Not-Gus and through him he knew that there was never any hope for him.  He loved her all the way, entirely.  In the way that suddenly had him . wishing he knew stupid shit like poetry. the way all she had to do was look at him and he felt.. whole. better. 

so after they met up in cairo, i think Marc was re-learning how to breathe with her so close to him- she who could be so free with her touch and her light and her smile- he’d seen it before, had known the intricate steps of they way Layla El Faouly lived and breathed and moved and existed for just enough time for him to never forget it, he cherished her so deeply.  [i think marc strikes me as the sort of person who recognises how good someone is because he’s . seen some of the worst of the worst. and when he comes across a soul that shines as bright as Layla’s?? well, i think he works to memorise everything he can, to keep close to his heart forever, because he knows - he knows there will be a time where he will be without it .]

relearning how to coexist is like ice cold condensation on the outside of a glass on a sunny day- refreshing and delightful and he keeps catching himself staring at her when she’s not looking, keeps getting distracted because he’ll be looking at her and trying to listen to the things she’s saying but the only thought in his brain is about how she’s beautiful and how her eyes shine like buried gold and sometimes when she turns around really quickly her hair will smack him in the face and he swears he recognises the sort of floral scent of her shampoo-

and i think steven comments on thoughts like that that slip through, chuckling and pointing out nice things marc could say when marc’s tongue feels a lil too thick to come up with words or  when she asks him easy questions like ‘left or right’ or if she’d been listening to a word she’s said. (’Nod and repeat the last thing she said, mate-’) (he’d been thinking about the way she’d put her hand on his shoulder to stand up earlier-) (if he took his shirt off and saw the mark of her handprint seared into his skin is it weird he thinks he might be grateful?-) (Marc. Focus.) 

i think if at any point the suggestion of splitting up happens marc is quick to find cause to work together, even if it’s kind of a reach or a stretch bc once he’s around her again it’s like. how could he have lived without? 

this got a bit longer than i meant but TLDR: i think marc spent the whole time just as starry-eyed for Layla as he was on the boat and i dont think he could bear to split up with her- and i think steven was constantly slapping his hand over his eyes bc how is it he feels more well-equipped to flirt with Marc’s wife than marc is..

[khonshuscondemned]

Khonshu looks so sad in your pfp, I just want to reach through the screen and hug him.

ahhh… yes … the time out jar . it has been known as many things throughout it’s existence (jail, prison, trifecta marriage jar ((long story))) , but to tiny khonshu it is a recycled jam jar of severe disrespect.  

pls be careful when reaching to hold him .  he has not stopped biting marc yet that bold faced liar .  i type with bloodied fingers pecked nigh to the bone.  h-hence why it . took so long to answer. hskfgsldkhsjf

[khonshuscondemned]

What nickname should we give Jake? I was thinking about Jake Lockness but then I was like ‘nope, that won’t work because Jake is not a monster’. Would something like Jake-Lock-And-Key work or is that a bit too long?

okay fr ive been trying to come up w a good answer for this one kitties bc i love coming up w nicknames (the more unhinged the better imo) - but Jake lockley is my special boy so we gotta find a good special nickname for him right ??

i love Jake lock and key- first and foremost i think it’s fucking soft and adorable . plus it brings to mind my lock picking kit and the mind spirals into what kinda kit jake has, if it’s one o the fancy ones like u see in movies or if it’s literally just a favoured paper clip etc. tbh i think Jake lockness has its own humour as well - who doesn’t adore Nessie??????

was also thinking about the implications of a jake unlockley/unlucky but wasn’t sure where to go from there. So I am opening this ask up to the general public. sound off on best nicknames for one mr jake i would like to hoard mksystem nicknames 👀

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[khonshuscondemned]

Do you HC Marc as being in touch with his Latino side? We've seen him clearly in touch with his Jewish side, but I almost wish we could have seen more of his Latino side as well! We know Jake is though.

I think… it’s something Marc wishes he could be more in touch with, but like, subconsciously. I think he knows and retains a lot of Spanish but never dares to speak it, i think he can read it and likes to listen in whenever he hears the rapid back and forth of two little old señoras (how do they talk so fast??), but he never responds - at least not in Spanish.

i think it reminds marc too much of what could have been- if that makes any sort of sense. He spent too much time in his younger years trying to be as perfect as he could (on and off) for his mother and it’s given him one too many bitter feelings towards the language- enough so that at a certain point in time, Marc stopped trying to speak or be understood.

i think marc was the kind of kid to revel in everything that made him different from others- i think he loved being Latino and Jewish and an Older Brother- these are all titles, you see, holders of identity- and when… and after… well. He stops wanting to be seen or known because that turns out to be dangerous.

so nonny im not sure if this answers your query entirely but . i think marc still connects in little ways. i think he likes to eat apple slices with tajín sprinkled on top and he loves piñatas and can make a mean salsa when pressed. I think he knows a lot of Spanish lullabies for some reason and just holds onto them in his heart in a little locked box that he doesn’t open but knows the contents of like the back of his hand.

(i also think that when marc reconnects with Jake his whole world is gonna open right up and tbh ?? i can’t wait.)

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[khonshuscondemned]

marc spectits u say????

im never living this tag down huh

[khonshuscondemned]

What scene rewrites do you already have planned/started? :-0

oho . so many. too many. some aren't exactly scene rewrites, per say, but maybe a bit more along the lines of a what if xyz happened in this little bit of time we didn't see during such and such a scene... but here's ...some peeks ?

Layla's Phone Call ['Why did you call me.. Marc?']

(Less Scene Re-Write) Marc's Last Phone Call To Layla ['dont pick up.' she reads the text with weary eyes and her heart stops.]

Jake's P.O.V. in the Duat. [he breathes in. ((that's not supposed to happen.)) he breathes out. ((that's not supposed to happen, either-)) Jake Lockley opens his eyes with a sharp inhale, snapping to alertness as his hands come up to claw at his chest, pressing and searching for a wound that is not there-]

[khonshuscondemned]

THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!¡ THE BEAUTY!!!!!

HSjfHSDJFHKSDHG  THANK YOU I  ?>?? i- i just had this tag going already abt things steven grant says at three am that has everyone groaning and sometimes at work i have time for teensy lil scribbles sooooo heheheeh.

[khonshuscondemned]

how do you feel about snails

funny you ask this nonny

i have been missing one snail in particular

if u see them would u give em a lil pat on the shell they’re unmistakably the best snail in the whole world you’ll recognise em right away i promise but u gotta move fast cos they go nNYEOOOM

[khonshuscondemned]

Can Steven please just let Marc sleep for a little while longer…or is Jake gonna join in on the chaos too?

bold of anyone to believe jake wasn’t the one that got steven going off on his latest chaotic 3 AM tangent. he’s the enabler eldest sibling and nothing can change my mind about this.

[khonshuscondemned]

Can I join in beating up the person who deadnamed you club? I wanna throw hands too!

literally me rn (hands you a knife. hands you a sword. hands you a spear . hands u a dagger. hands you -

[khonshuscondemned]

Hello darlings! It has been: 215 since Moon Knight came out and 180 days since the end of Moon Knight

Make it feral. You write so much and so good. You put out the posts and we're chewing them up and eating them with our soup like dipping bread. You bring the smiles and the sunshine. Fantastic work my good chum.

Thank you for being you and hope you have a feral day!

Life has been insane and hectic but I will say this side of moon knight tumblr is absolutely one of the best things to happen all year ahem ahem heh <3 hopefully I’ll be posting more as my schedule gets back to normal but from me to you nonny- a huge thank you and a cheer for the fun and chaos to come!!!

[khonshuscondemned]

I just read Spectits at Spectacle so at first I thought of Marc Spectacle

he certainly fucking is a spectacle actually your brain is so right have you ever SEEN such a spectacle in your life ??? like LOOK AT HIM

[khonshuscondemned]

are you still doing the ep. 2 Mirror Switcheroo Novelization? It's my FAVORITE scene in the show, and the preview you posted was so tasty

SKDJFLFRKRJ IVE NOT GOTTEN V MANY ASKS BEFORE SO PLS PARDON MY . ahem. overall fluster and inability to reply as quickly as i’d like im over here like

HOWEVER.

work is still commencing (read: i keep getting distracted by other wips rip) BUT, it really only needs one or two more read-throughs to make sure all the right words have been found.

in the meantime… have a preview part the second..