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sidorothy · 17 hours
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Hey, Marc.
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my-secret-shame · 22 hours
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anonymousewrites · 15 hours
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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Prologue
Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader
Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader
Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader
Prologue: On the Precipice
Summary: In 2018, (Y/N) discovers grief as people turn to dust and the world turns to chaos.
Mouse Note: Welcome to Burden of Truth! Kind of a rough beginning, but, hey, how else do you become an Avatar to a god? Anyways, housekeeping: This is a platonic fic, so anyone who suggests anything inappropriate between an adult and minor will be blocked and deleted. That's pretty much it, but I wanted to make it clear. As for the actual fic, there aren't any warnings other than the violence that Marvel shows. I'm really excited to share this series! Please feel free to comment since I'm always up to answering questions and replying to comments. Plus it makes me keep writing. Without further ado, though, please enjoy!
2018…
            (Y/N) gasped for breath, but their lungs refused to bring in the air they needed. Every limb ached, and their heart beat against their chest. It stuttered, refusing to work correctly. The edges of (Y/N)’s visions blurred to black.
            Everything had gone wrong. They had thought this summer would be a beautiful one, traveling with their parents. Egypt was lovely, and (Y/N) liked to listen to their parents—anthropology and history professors—tell them about the rich history and culture of the country.
            Plus, they were far away from New York where strange aliens had recently attacked and fought Iron Man and a strange wizard. They were safe with their family and free to enjoy themself.
            And then people turned to dust.
            Screams echoed as loved ones disappeared before people’s very eyes. Cars crashed without drivers. Buses overturned and threw out people and sand. Cries went out as crashes sent metal through limbs—through torsos.
            Through (Y/N)’s torso.
            (Y/N) couldn’t even move to cover their chest as it bled. They didn’t try to. They knew they were dying. They didn’t want to (gods, please, no, I don’t want this I don’t want this) but they were.
            And they couldn’t even reach out to hold their mom and dad’s hands. (Y/N) felt like a child again, but unlike nightmares, they couldn’t run to their parents’ arms to feel safe. Even if they could, the chill of death had already taken their parents’ warmth and comfort.
            (Y/N) wished they’d all turned to dust. This was violent, painful, agonizing. Their parents had laid beside them in distress, calling out for help and rescue, dying. No one had come.
            And now (Y/N) was alone—the world hadn’t even been kind enough to let them die before their parents.
            This was just so wrong. Unfair. Unjust.
            “It is unjust.” A calm voice spoke.
            (Y/N) didn’t move. They couldn’t, and they were already dying. Their situation couldn’t get worse.
            “I can feel your pain.”
            This time, a woman, taller than humanely possible, appeared in their line of sight. She knelt among the dust and bodies of the bus and gazed at (Y/N).
            She was Egyptian, dressed in a red gown, and wore an intricate necklace of gold and turquoise. Multicolored Sleeves swept out with her arms like wings. Silky black hair fell around her shoulders, and her eyes were lined in kohl. An ostrich feather stood in a circlet and swayed in the wind.
            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the feather, and something in their chest pulled towards it.
            The woman tilted her head and watched them in assessment. “You sense the truth.”
            “Who…” (Y/N)’s hoarse voice died.
            “I am the goddess Ma’at.” The wind whipped around her as she spoke. “I am in search of a guardian. To uphold justice in the face of wrongdoing. To protect harmony from discord. To defend truth from falsehood.”
            (Y/N) coughed, and Ma’at tilted her head.
            “I can see the truth in your heart. You want justice for everyone who suffers like you,” said Ma’at. She leaned in. “Pledge yourself to me, pledge yourself to the truth, and I will give you the life to do so.”
            (Y/N) looked into Ma’at’s eyes and summoned all their strength left.
            “Yes.”
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2023…
            (Y/N) crouched on the roof and dropped onto the balcony below them. The house around them was quiet. The security guards were clueless to their approach, which was just fine. They didn’t want any attention.
            (Y/N) opened the sliding door of the balcony and slipped into the display room. They glanced around themself in distaste. None of the artifacts in glass cases belonged to the owner of this house. He’d “acquired” them in the aftermath of the Blip left countries in disarray, just so like many others.
            After the return of the Blipped, the problem of stolen artifacts had only gotten worse since the chaos had begun again, letting more people profit off the displaced people and their possessions.
            (Y/N) had spent years repatriating the stolen relics from the aftermath of the Blip. This man, Mr. Medrano, was among the worst offenders. He lied about his findings as an “archaeologist” and stole what he needed for glory. And along the way, he removed any competition. A thief, a liar, and a killer. Medrano was a man who brought injustice of all kinds to the world.
            And that was precisely what (Y/N) stood against—what Ma’at stood against.
            (Y/N) stopped in front of a case of Egyptian artifacts. Their eyes scanned the contents for the relic they were supposed to bring back to Egypt (send back, really, by way of another person. (Y/N) was still just a teenager, so they couldn’t send it back themself without raising suspicions. Luckily, putting something in a hidden box and not showing their face did the trick).
            (Y/N) frowned. The hieroglyphic tablet of Tethering wasn’t on the wall. It seemed they were later than expected, and Medrano had begun to work on translation.
            Which means it’ll be in his office.
            (Y/N) went to the door of the display room and peeked outside. No light, no movement. They moved into the hall and crept down towards the room at the other side of the house. Making sure their gloves were on—no sense leaving fingerprints—(Y/N) reached out and felt the door handle.
            The door was unlocked.
            Gently, (Y/N) opened it.
            Shick!
            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they took a step back. A man in a white, bandage-like suit stood above Medrano. He pulled two crescent-shaped blades from his chest, and Medrano’s body slumped to the ground. The man paused and looked towards the door, the moon sighting the crescent-illusion in his hood and the symbol on the forehead and chest.
            “There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here,” said the man, but (Y/N) felt in their heart that he wasn’t speaking to them.
            “Does it matter? Your job is to punish the wrongdoers in this mansion.”
            (Y/N) blinked as they heard a voice echo from behind them. It was a god’s voice. Not Ma’at, no, but most definitely a deity.
            “I won’t hurt a kid, Khonshu,” snapped the avatar, and his hood folded back.
            (Y/N) turned around and found themself staring up (really up) at a half-man, half-bird skeleton in white wrappings. This was Khonshu.
            “I’m not a wrongdoer,” said (Y/N) to Khonshu, holding up their hands. “I’m, uh, an Avatar.”
            At that, Khonshu and man stopped.
            “You can see him?” said the man, frowning warily.
            “I’m the Avatar of Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted. They weren’t used to saying that. “She’s the goddess of truth.” They could see the “truth” of the world more than others, and that included the gods that walked among them.
            “That ostrich is interfering with my work,” said Khonshu, irritated.
            “You are the one who is not supposed to interfere with human business,” said Ma’at’s calm voice, and (Y/N) glanced at the office’s large window to find her sitting on the sill.
            Khonshu’s avatar looked at the window but saw nothing. “Is another god here?”
            (Y/N) nodded sharply. This was a little too much. They were used to working by themself.
            “You are doing the exact same thing,” said Khonshu.
            “I am returning artifacts to our people,” said Ma’at. “I am not interfering in human life more than that.” She glanced at Medrano’s body. “Unlike some.”
            Khonshu tsked. “I am delivering justice.”
            “A type, yes,” said Ma’at.
            “Ma’at,” said (Y/N) quietly. “I’m going to take the tablet..”
            “Go ahead, (Y/N),” said Ma’at. “Khonshu will not harm you. You have done no wrong.”
            “They interfered with my work,” said Khonshu.
            “Irritating is not wrongdoing,” said Ma’at.
            (Y/N) decided to leave before the gods continued to argue. It made them uncomfortable. Then again, a lot of interaction did. (Y/N) hadn’t really gotten to slow down and make friends after 2018, so they’d grown used to their own company (or Ma’at’s). Everything else was business, and anything more was out of their realm of understanding.
            (Y/N) opened their bag and slipped the wrapped tablet carefully from the table inside. They looked decidedly away from Medrano’s body, glanced at Khonshu’s avatar, and left the room.
            If that’s what Avatars and gods outside of themself and Ma’at were like, (Y/N) didn’t want to meet them.
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2025…
            “(Y/N).”
            The now-seventeen-year-old raised their eyes from the book they were reading. “Yes, Ma’at?”
            “I have an important job for you.”
            (Y/N) frowned. Ma’at never described anything as “important.” Necessary? Yes. Important? No. Everything was equally pertinent to upholding justice and order to Ma’at.
            “I need you to retrieve a scarab.”
            “Who stole it?” asked (Y/N).
            “You are.”
            (Y/N) looked at Ma’at in surprise. “What?” Ma’at disliked any injustice or unlawful actions.
            “You are stealing the scarab of Ammit,” said Ma’at.
            Ammit.
            Ammit ruled the scales in the Judgement of the Dead. Ma’at was the Feather of Truth against which human hearts were weighed. One had abandoned true justice; one continued to defend it.
            And (Y/N) was stuck in the middle with the burden to protect the truth of it all.
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tinkspins · 2 days
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*Not the official art proof, I'm still working on making the art 'pin ready'* Drawn once again, by the still amazingly talented @kuku_karina on IG! Thank you so much !!
Hey guys! The presale for Jake Lockley is currently live, the link for him is in my bio!
If we're able to get this made, I think this will be the first individual Jake pin that has been made! Which makes this pin extra special, so let's give some love to our favorite cabbie! 🚕
While Jake doesn't officially have a suit yet that we've seen (hopefully one day), I still wanted to keep the magnetic theme going with him, so I figured, what better way to do that, than to make his iconic fake mustache magnetic! 😂
**If we ever eventually get to see what his suit looks like, I will plan to hopefully make that an addition to this series
Pin details: 🚕
- $65 shipped
- LE 50
- There are currently 11 presale spots available due to the early bird drop for those who pre-ordered Steven
- 3 inches
- Silver plating
- Hard enamel
- Screen printing
- Mustache will be magnetic
- Custom back stamp
Let me know if you have any questions! If you're interested, feel free to also let me know! And if you snag one, drop a 'claimed' down below! Thanks guys!🌙
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nkp1981 · 3 days
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Oscar Isaac
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marertos · 1 day
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☾𖤓 :・゚✧ im in love, i'm alive
i belong to the stars and sky
mom and dad, i love them so much 🤲🏻🧡
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erinptah · 2 days
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From the earliest comics, Marlene would occasionally say that she loved all 3 (or 4, counting Moon Knight separately) of these guys. Not sure she could've done anything less than "appearing on a post-corporeal plane of existence where she can see all the headmates next to each other, and still saying it" to convince them she meant it.
So here they are! And here she is!
As I'm sure they said in the MK Season 1 writer's room...what is the point of doing a "body-sharing characters manifest separately in the afterlife" sequence if you're not going to give them the physically-impossible Big Damn Hug?
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(Yandere) Marc Spector headcanons part 2
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Whenever you're walking alone Marc always silently follows you, making sure you reach your destination safely.
He's (over)protective, if he heard about something has happened near them or at the city you two are in he will insist that you stay with him until it's safe.
Marc let's you train with his guns, knives, whatever you're fancy with. But he will unload every single bullet so you won't accidentally hurt yourself. Your safety has top priority after all. :)
Marc knows he's scary if he wants to be, which makes it alot easier to protect you. If you two take a walk together nobody would be stupid enough to pick up a fight with him.
He is your one man army. :)
If someone chooses to pick up on you he will gently shove you out of the way and deal with that rude Person.
"Honey, do me a favor and go buy yourself a drink." *slips money into your hand* "I'll teach that prick you're mine."
If someone had hurt you he will go on a hunt for them 100 times more determined than John Wick himself.
He's stubborn sometimes, so he will likely not admit it that seeing you around other men will make him jealous.
Loves having you near him. <3
He thinks he doesn't deserve you, but on the other side his obsession with you kind of blinds him and he thinks he does. He's a mixed bag I guess?
You're a gamer?? Marc is too and he's played almost every triple A game before you. He knows he could easily crush you in some rounds but he let's you win sometimes, only to beat you again the next round. :)
Whenever Marc's on a mission he will triple-check the house/apartment to ensure the security is enabled before leaving.
If Khonshu says something about you Marc will tell that old pigeon to shut up immediately.
"You know if you wouldn't be thinking about y/n the whole time you'd be--"
"Shut it old bird, who's doing the Mission? You or me?"
Once Marc is back from his missions you better be prepared for some cuddles.
If he finds you dozed off on the couch or his bed he will tuck you in and give you company.
Marc may look like a tough to crack guy but with you he is the sweetest, most caring, protective guy you could ever wish for.
Loves watching action movies with you. One night you two were watching Deadpool and you compared him to Marc. Marc said he could beat him easily.
"Looking forward to you two dishing out insults at eachother, haha!"
"Atleast I'm not looking like a cheap version of Freddy Krueger. He looks like the offspring of Freddy Krueger and Pinhead after they had the most sadistic orgy ever in hell."
*Your jaw drops and you give him the most flabbergasted look*
*Marc just grins at you like the cheshire cat himself*
Marc doesn't tell you, but he likes it when you tease him. That just gives him a reason to get his revenge on you later. >:)
He loves telling you how safe only he could make you feel, how nobody else could protect you as he could. That's kind of a turn on for him...
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official-mr-knight · 20 hours
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Awhh, this is so bloody adorable!! Who made this! Marc, jake! Look look!
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AWWHH AAHHHH
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randomnessfangirl · 2 days
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I could really use a hug from the moon boys rn tbh
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*ok, but what is Jake's stragle?*
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my-secret-shame · 3 days
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dumb-djarin · 6 months
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so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do
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oh-tobeafrog · 4 months
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ok… imagine a moon knight and daredevil crossover where dd has no issues fighting the invisible jackals because the dude cant see shit anyway. moon knight is like “you can see them??” and matt, not wanting to reveal his blindness but having no idea theyre invisible, is just like “yeah i can see of course i can see”
moon knight then assumes dd is an avatar of an egyptian god. bc what else? so, naturally, moon knight asks “what god do you serve?”
“jesus”
“what??”
“im catholic?”
“what???”
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tinkspins · 2 days
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All preorders for the Steven/Mr. Knight pin have been shipped out!
Thank you to everyone who helped in the process of having him made, and a big thank you again to @kuku_karina on IG for the design! I love the beautiful pearlescent swirl for the sky! And the screen printing details are amazing! Karina always manages to create something wonderful and pull a design off! We had a bump in the road for Steven with his mask, and she thought of the perfect idea and it worked!
If you're interested in adding the adorable precious bean that is Steven to your collection, or Marc, you can find a link to my shop in my bio! Thank you!🌙
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