#saying «WE ARE GOING TO KILL OFF MARC SPECTOR’S MOON KNIGHT»

[age-of-moonknight]

“The Last Days of Moon Knight,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #28.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Federico Sabbatini; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking down the Comics: Writing a legend, building a history.

Today we aren't reviewing an issue of Moon Knight. Today we are going to talk about something important.

So who wrote Moon Knight?

"Easy!", you might say. "Doug Moench!"

Sure. But you'd be surprised to find that it's not as much as you'd think.

Doug Moench wrote issues 1-15, 17-26, 28-33.

He returns in 1998 for a 4 issue mini seires Vol 3 "Resurrection Wars" which revives Marc Spector, who had been killed off in the previous volume.

He continues in 1999 with Vol 4, another 4 issue mini series "High Strangers/Strangeness" which won an award for favorite limited series.

He also wrote werewolf by Night, which gave us the first iteration of Moon Knight. An instantly popular character that made appearances in other comics like "The Hulk" before he was given his own comic.

He had time to work on the designs with Bill Sienkiewicz. They built up the weapons, the costume, the cab, and the copter.

He also built up the side characters of Gena, Gena's two boys, Crawley, Frenchie, Detective Flint, and Marlene.

He set the ground rules:

Moon Knight system is Jewish.

Marc, Jake, and Steven are a part of a system and are not one man pretending to be someone else

Jake is the one that is friendly and loves being with the people.

Steven is posh, collected, and takes care of things.

Marc is the one with experience, has the skills needed to get things done, and holds all the pain.

They are former Mercenaries who did terrible things and have deep guilt.

Khonshu resurrected them to act as Moon Knight

They strive to protect any who would come to them for help that perhaps might not get it elsewhere

I would even argue that he was building up to the fact that Moon Knight himself was his own form of alter but it has since been glossed over and replaced with the idea that Marc is most often the one under the mask.

Pretty simple rules to follow to make it a Moon Knight comics, but you'd be surprised what some writers have done with it.

These comics were written long before DID was acknowledged and the different forms of PTSD and Dissociation were defined.

And yet, here we stand with a traumazied man from Chicago slowly working through a freshly cognizant system and trying to figure out how three (four) people can work together towards not just a life, but life as a superhero who wants to help people.

Further more, an odd thing happened in this.

We had a comic that often focused more on mental health than on super powers, heroics, or villains.

More often than not, we watched Marc, Jake, and Steven struggle with themselves and one another. We watched stories unfold from the villain's point of view, often just being ordinary people pushed too far by a system that failed them.

More so, we watched Moon Knight sympathise with these villains.

How often he let them walk away or he let them kill their abusers, wondering if he was doing wrong himself.

How can he help when sometimes the help he offers is not what is needed?

We even watched him fail. We saw him lose his temper and cause damage. We saw him curl into a ball and break. We saw him get lost in his own nightmares and dissociative fuges.

Moench stepped forward and often handled current events with raw emotion. We saw his characters cry over the loss of public iconic figures. We watched people struggling as they returned from war. We saw child abuse and poverty. We watched economic struggles with classism and we watched people struggle to deal with grief.

We even watched them deal with antisemitism over and over again. How many times were the victims of his stories Jewish and trying to survive in America? What about the story that took place with the mass shooting in the Synagoug? We heard stories of Generational trauma as elders struggled with survival after the Holocaust.

Moon Knight was a unique comic unlike any other I've ever come across. For it's time and for it's topics at the time. What's more, this comic continued.

It was no 'special of the week' comic and spanned multiple years as they grew.

What do we know about Moench? Who did he write this comic for?

The Moon Knight in the Were Wolf by Night certainly didn't have all this depth. He was just a man dressed in silver, fighting a monster and ultimately choosing the side of the monster.

Moench himself was from Chicago. He knew what it was like to live in the city and see the fall of factories and hard times on the streets. We know he witnessed the times of Vietnam veterans being forgotten and abused. He witnessed a lot of changes happening in the world and the places he was writing about.

He wrote about what spoke to him and what he saw around him.

And in his stories, there often were no clear heroes, winners, or villains.

But there was one issue that he chose to add into this comic that was already filled with so many things that other comics avoided.

Moon Knight wasn't written as Jewish in that one shot cameo. He wasn't written with DID either, but I'll get to that.

There are interviews of Doug admitting that "I didn't say, 'I'm going to sit down and create a Jewish character.'"

In fact, he picked a name and later found out it was a Jewish name. This made him do research. Not just into Judaism, but into the areas that Marc Spector fought in and where his family came from.

Do you have any idea how many writers of that time and our current time simply slap the label of "Jewish" on a character and refuse to actually look into what makes them Jewish?

I can't say how much he researched and how much he got wrong or right, but I do know that when he did choose to dive into topics that touched on certain issues, he handled them with a grace that is often overlooked.

The writer that came after Moench? Alan Zelenetz, a former Jewish day school principal from Brooklyn.

Zelenetz had been acting as an editor for a bit before he took a look at Moench's early start.

And it was in Issue 37 and 38 where we get the real backstory of Marc Spector. A man running from his Rabbi father.

Marc now became the son of an Orthodox Rabbi who had been forced to flee Czechoslovakia after the Nazi invasion.

Here, we get the story of Marc running to the Marines. Running to the mercenaries, and running from home. Perhaps even, running from G-d.

Zelenetz wanted to lean into the Jewish past and Jewish story. He explored themes of using a holy book to create a villain while playing with Jewish myths. He also explored Antisemitism without toning it down or hiding it under comic bookish villainy. He portrayed Moon Knight facing white supremacist vandalizing a Jewish Cemetery. He showed Moon Knight saving the Torah from a Synagogue fire. He also showed a strained relationship and the question of Moon Knight finding his own relationship in what he does with his father's views.

Alan Zelenetz edited/wrote shorts for issues 18, 21–22, 27, 32, Then wrote the whole story for issues 36–38.

Zelenetz voiced that he was looking to add some Jewish representation into his workforce and perhaps into the comic industry at the time. Considering his background, perhaps he was the only one at the time that had the proper knowledge to play with things the way that he did in the story of Elias Spector's death and Marc Spector's pain.

He did not stick around with Moon Knight for long after. Though, he admits that he wanted to play with the fact that Khonshu was an Egyptian god and Marc was from such a Jewish background. I am sad we didn't get to see that story.

After that, Moon Knight's original 1980s run was finished. The question of what to do with Moon Knight, where to take him, and who would take up the mantle of writing him now lay in the hands of Marvel.

Many failed after this. They failed to keep the heart of what Moon Knight stood for and who Moon Knight was. His Jewishness was forgotten and his mental health became a joke.

Not to say all of them failed. There are a few shining stars that gleamed in the darkness and I like to think that it was these moments that kept Moon Knight going all these years.

Moench didn't set out to write a story about mental health, and yet his approach is the most real I've seen. Hardly a shining picture of perfect representation, there is still something there in watching the character almost seem to push back against the unintended desire to push him into a corner.

No matter how often Jake and Steven and Moon Knight were seen as Marc pretending to be someone else, there was always ALWAYS that correction. Always that push back.

Call it the writer's curse of characters misbehaving and taking on a life of their own, but perhaps there was something more there. Perhaps he felt the weight of time and cry of the suppressed and overlooked.

So many of his stories danced the line of "I can't say it because it will get edited out by the big wigs at Marvel, but if you would just look... Just look over here for just a moment..."

And years upon years later, a writer did see the whispers there and said "I see the story of pain. I see the cry of mental health." Lemire told the story that Moench couldn't and from that, we are still pushing forward with McKay.

And more, perhaps we will see the Jewish story that hides in all that also get a spotlight again.

In the era of big battles, cross-over events, explosions, and super villains cackling about domination... I still look back at Stained Glass Scarlet, The Druid, the Music Box, And Colloquy.

As I finish the original 1980s run, I brace myself to dive into what comes next.

I think I'm trying to find where and how the original run ventured so far into the dark and insulting territory it did and the journey back into a revival that now means so much to so many.

In a way, perhaps it mirrors a journey into our own mental health. How easy it is to become lost in what everyone around you tells you that you are and how you are supposed to be until your own doubt sets in to drown you. Perhaps it is the journey of Moon Knight's character emerging from this to find a path to healing that is what kept us here so long.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 9

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

A/N: the next chapter is finally here! so sorry for taking so long!

Warning: violence against a woman (reader)

Series Masterlist

It's hard to say who would've done this to you. Your dad had gained a lot of enemies over the years so it could really be anyone.

Marc is pacing back and forth in your father's office, a bandaged wrapped around his head. He's mentally going over the list of men on his watch list, determining whether they'd be ballsy enough to pull shit like this. Then he pauses and looks to your dad.

"Harrow."

Your dad cocks a brow at him, "What about him?"

"Did you really kill him?"

He scoffs, "What kind of fucking question is that? Of course, I did."

"Really? Because, to be honest, Y/D/N, he's the only one who would have the guts to do this. Revenge for not letting him take over. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain from this."

Marc walks over and plants his hands on your dad's desk, "So I ask again: Did. You. Kill. Him?"

Your father sighs and leans back in his chair, "I thought I did. Beat the fucker to a pulp. Thought he'd die from his wounds, but I guess I was fucking wrong. I should've fucking made sure he was dead for good."

Marc runs a hand down his face, "Fuck. Okay, we need to call everyone in. The Starks, The Pyms, the Romanovs, all of them. We-" he's cut off by his phone ringing. He pulls it out and sees he's getting a video call from you.

He immediately answers it, "Y/N?" He doesn't see you, but a black screen.

He hears a voice, "No, unfortunately. Your bride-to-be is a little...tied up at the moment." The camera comes on and it's you tied to a chair, gagged, and beaten. You seem to be unconscious at the moment.

Marc's jaw clenches, "What do you want?"

Harrow's face appears on screen. He's grinning, "Let me talk to him."

The phone is immediately handed off to your father, who grips it tightly, "You should've stayed down, Harrow."

His former partner scoffs, "And you should've finished me off. Now, we're all facing the consequences of our actions, hm?"

"What do you want?" Your dad asks through gritted teeth.

"You know exactly what I want. It's all pretty simple, isn't it? You give me your empire and you can have your beloved Sunshine back," he goes back to you and caresses your cheek, "My men did quite a number on her."

Marc clenches his fists tight, his blunt nails digging into his skin. He's mentally cursing Harrow and himself. Harrow, for putting you through so much pain and himself, for not preventing this from happening.

"Fine," your father rasps out and Marc whips his head to him in surprise.

"3 days. The warehouse on docks. You know which one. I expect to only see you. If I see anyone else, especially your guard dog, Spector, say goodbye to Sunshine."

"Alright."

Harrow sighs, "This all could've been avoided if you'd just let me take over," he then shrugs and grins at the camera, "Cest la vie!" He then ends the call and your father drops Marc's phone onto the desk.

"Please tell me you're not serious about this."

"We have no other choice, Marc. We can't risk it. Fuck all with the organization, Y/N is the only good thing I have left. I'm not risking it."

"Shit," Marc murmurs to himself.

__________________________

You're not sure how long you've been held captive to Harrow. All you know is that you just want to go home. You want to be in bed and have Marc holding you. He'd become your safe space in such a short time. If you make it out alive, you're telling him how you feel, because fuck if almost dying puts things in a new perspective for you.

Harrow comes in looking very chipper and it makes you uneasy, "Look alive, Sunny girl! Your daddy's coming to save the day today!"

"I hope he kills you for good this time," you mumble out as Harrow's men pulls you to your feet. You groan in pain, stumbling forward a bit since it's been a while since you've moved your legs.

"You know, I could always kill Spector and make dear old dad write into his will that you marry me instead," he caresses your bruised cheek, "I always thought you were beautiful."

You spit in his face and he sighs in disappointment, "But that attitude. It'll have to go," he surprises you with a hard back handed slap that causes you to let out a sob.

Harrow then gestures for his men to take you out into the warehouse. You're sat in a chair again, your hands tied behind your back. You regret not taking more self-defense lessons from the Romanovs.

Harrow sends his men away and stands by your side as you wait for your father.

________________________

"Remember, you get Y/N and then you go. You don't wait for me or anything else. Just get her to safety."

"Yes, sir," Marc says with a nod.

Of course, Marc was going with your father to get you. Technically, Harrow said if he saw Marc, he'd kill you. That's why Marc was going to be hidden away on the docks, ready to get you once he received the word.

They drove in separate cars. Your father drove his to the warehouse and Marc drove to hide in-between shipping containers.

He listened closely through your dad's hidden listening device.

"I'm here, Harrow. Now let my daughter go." your father demands.

"Ah ah. The contract and will."

Marc hears rustling and the click of your father's briefcase. He hears shuffling of papers and then your father speaks again, "It's all there."

There's a short silence that Marc imagines Harrow reading through the papers.

Then Harrow speaks up, "How will I know she won't try to take it back from me."

Your father scoffs, "Come on now, Harrow. You know she never had any interest in this shit. She wants a normal life."

Harrow seems to be satisfied with your father's response. Marc waits anxiously listening for you. There's rapid footsteps and then rustling. Mar hears your sobs and his heart hurts knowing how much you've endured these past few days.

"Dad, I-"

"No, listen to me. I love you, okay? You get out of here and get as far away as you can. Marc is coming to get you. You'll be safe with him. I promise. I love you, Sunshine. Now, go. Run."

Marc immediately speeds out of hiding and towards the warehouse. He sees you running and hops out of the car as soon as he hits the breaks.

"Marc!" you sob his name as you fall into his arms.

"Ssshh. I got you, baby. I gotchu. C'mon. We need to go." He quickly helps you into the car and speeds away from the docks.

Through his earpiece, he hears your father say, "I should've finished the job when I had the chance."

"Yes, Y/D/N. You should've, but everything happens for a reason. Right?"

"Yeah...right."

The warehouse suddenly explodes, causing you to look back.

"NO!" You turn to Marc as tears immediately fill your eyes, "We have to go back!"

Marc shakes his head, "There's nothing there now, Y/N. He's gone."

"NO! TURN BACK AROUND! PLEASE!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Your dad's gone."

[midnightmissionarchives]

Werewolf by Night Issue 32

Encryption status: decrypted

Opening files...

Alright first up we have the OG, the first appearance of the man we've come to know as Moon Knight. I'd like to start here so that we an see how he's grown and changed and developed over the years. Future files will probably skip around depending on which ones get decrypted first.

Anyway!

Honestly, not a bad read. Gives a little glimpse into Jack Russell and what life is like for him, but also provides us with essentially a rough draft for Marc (Mark) Spector and the character they were trying to develop. There are definitely some differences with how this version of Moon Knight is introduced, but that's the fun part!

This issue starts off with a bang! Literally. The werewolf and Moon Knight are duking it out in a New York alley.

Earlier, Jack had been on a trip with his best friend and unfortunately the full moon had other plans. Jack's friend jumped in the way as Jack went to attack a young girl named Buttons (files are unclear if that is the girls actual name or if it's a nickname). This tragically led to his friend ending up in critical condition in the hospital with doctors unsure if he'll pull through or if he'll stay in the coma. Guilt ridden and angry Jack punches the wall, which didn't help ease his lover, Topaz, or his sister's worried minds, before he leaves the hospital to go home to see his step father.

Now enters The Moon Knight. Or...more accurately Mr. Spector.

Minor detail, but one that I find humorous. The writers and editors couldn't seem to decide how to spell his first name, either with a K or a C because we see it both ways within issues 32 and 33.

Now as you can see, he might be wearing all white, but he was all about the green, taking the suit and rolling with it. Also worth noting that $10k back in 1975 is really close to $60k today. So when some weirdo "committee" asks you to put on a costume and call yourself some silly name all for $10k...you don't really say no.

This is a very different origin story than what we've come to know about this character. This version is not tied to any vengeful moon god or ancient order or anything mystical. He was just some gun for hire given an outfit and told to pretend. Very interesting origin. Could you imagine if they had kept with that?

So Marc dons the silvery/white suit and introduces himself to Jack as Moon Knight. Shortly after, the full moon works its magic on Jack causing him to flee as he transforms into the wolf causing Marc to pursue.

While Marc's name may have been inconsistent (as well as his feelings towards his hero name), one other character has been consistent since the beginning and that's...

Jean-Paul "Frenchie" Duchamp

Yes, faithful congregation, Frenchie has been with Marc since the very beginning. Now that's a good friend.

Now we come back to the present with the fight in the alley. A crowd watches as a werewolf and some guy in a white costume tussle in an alley. The crowd stands and watches the fight for a good while before being struck with the realization...

I'm just imagining these people literally standing there slack-jawed at the fantastical brawl happening before them and this guy just suddenly comes back to consciousness like he had been woken up from a trance.

Anyway.

Jack puts up a good fight, despite his hurt hand, but Moon Knight wins out in the end thanks to his arsenal of silver weaponry, armor specifically designed to fight werewolves, and his incredible resume of skills.

The issue comes to a close as the police arrive and Moon Knight is dragging an unconscious werewolf towards the rope latter of the helicopter because, as Marc so eloquently put it,

"Payday's just around the corner, and I'd rather kill this hairy monster----than let those cops cut me off from my bread."

Yes, Marc Spector said "I'm getting that bread." I love how phrases make their way back into social vocabulary.

This is a far cry from the Moon Knight we've come to know. What he stands for, who he is, his motivations, just a different person. But, getting to know this version of the man only helps us to understand and appreciate how far he's come. This Marc is laying down the foundation for every iteration after him. He might not be the mystically endowed Fist of Vengeance, but he's no wimp either. Strength, agility, skill, marksmanship, you name it this guy has it in spades. And he would need it in order to hold his own with a werewolf who has inhuman strength and speed. The way the wolf (regrettably) cuts down his friend and really anyone who stands in way show just how powerful he is in this form, but he didn't seem to be a match for Moon Knight (who admittedly had a slight advantage with those silver weapons). Granted he did get a few good hits in, but Marc wasn't down for long. Would things have been different if the wolf's hand wasn't broken? Probably not. It might have gone on a little longer, but Moon Knight would have still come out on top, but who knows!

Thank you for joining me as we dive into the archives. This is the first file we're uncovering from the archives so I hope you enjoyed the read.

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

Go to sleep my son

Plot: from the past couple of nights, their baby son has a hard time falling asleep at night when they come back to their fist of Khonsu missions, but Jake does something that the other two didn’t know about …singing their baby son to sleep as Moonknight. Featuring viejitia the cat by gunan

A/N: this fic is going to be Base on my moon boys single dad headcanon and a song ficish“Joseph lullaby” by mercy me and I used google translate because there isn’t any Spanish lyrics for the song so yeah enjoy reading this

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“Marc Isaac’s crying again” Steven said to Marc in his reflection in the mirror while trying to calm down their baby son which they named Isaac Randall Spector (Grant , Lockley) after becoming a single father to their little bundle of beautiful child (aka “their mini me”that what Jake jokes on calling him). Recently some how Isaac started to cry at night lately even when khonshu isn’t around, heck he was usually a quiet one when sleeping and napping, but they don’t know how to put him back to sleep, Marc changed the diapers and bottle fed him , Steven rocks him and read him stories but not seems to be working anymore leaving them bags under their eyes when going to work.

Marc frustration is evident on his face “I’m not sure what to tell you Steven.…we can try to read Peter Pan again he seems to love it” he told him he also is worried for Isaac too and they haven’t heard Jake’s options on the matter.

“I dont think it’s a good time for that Marc” Steven replied with ruffling Isaac’s curly black hair and played with his stuff bunny to clam Isaac down even that doesn’t help anymore as Steven is too about to urge to cry over this.

The next night Jake was in front now while patrolling in his moon knight suit his mind wasn’t only on the target that Khonshu told him to kill but on Isaac, he took mental notes about what to do with his son’s refusal to sleep, that’s when got an ideal . “Hurry up Lockley we cannot let our target escape he must me punish” Khonshu yelled in his ear letting him know it’s time for justice “Ay, lo tengo” Jake responded and jumps on the target they were hunting for.

(Time skipped)

The apartment quietness was interrupted by Isaac slowly starting to cry as Jake went in through the window still in his Moonknight suit as he checks on him while Viejita is hiding underneath the furniture just to get away from Isaac crying or him grabbing their tail. Sighing jake looks at Isaac and softly says “I’m back like I said I would Isaac” wiping the tears off isaac’s cheeks taking off his mask warping his son in his cape as a blanket “I understand you mini bebé lunar are refusing to go to sleep lately” the baby whimpers in response making him smile.

Steven and Marc watch through a mirror “what is he going to do Marc?” Steven asked worrying and curious, “I dont know Steven” Marc answered “but whatever he is doing I hope it isn’t bad”

Ignoring his alters commentary about what he’s going to do with Isaac and Jake starts … singing “Vete a dormir hijo mio este pesebre para tu cama Tienes un largo camino por delante Descansa tu cabecita…” Isaac starts calming down and cuddling into Jake’s chest as jake continues singing to him to sleep and rocks him “Vete a dormir hijo mio Ve y persigue tus sueños Este mundo puede esperar un momento más vete a dormir en paz Creo en la gloria del cielo Está mintiendo en mis brazos esta noche Pero Señor, te pido que solo por este momento Simplemente sé mi hijo Vete a dormir hijo mio Nena, cierra tus ojos Muy pronto salvarás el día Pero por ahora, querido hijo mío…”

Isaac’s finally falls asleep in peace leaving Marc and Steven mouth to drop at Jake’s actions, and he looks at them “Que? I’m not all blood and violence you know” Jake responds holding Isaac close to him as the suit disappears. At least the three of them have a peaceful night again.

Tags: @guruan @rmoonstoner

[strangerhands]

10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

waaaaaa omg thank you for the tag em 🫶 @runa-falls!! its been 800 years since i got to do a tag game (and make my own post for once..) so thanks! this actually made me happy but also a little "oh shit. people know i exist..?" i also made this post unnecessarily long but its me so whats new

ummm its all. only. oscar. not sorry (a little sorry)

1. marc spector + steven grant + jake lockley, moon knight-my absolute beloveds. moon knight is so special to me. the boys are so special to me. theres really nowhere near enough i could say here about them but if you get it, you get it. its also what got me into oscar (even though i discovered immediately that he was in annihilation and x-men: apocalypse WHICH I WATCHED YEARS AGO GODDAMMIT)

2. robbie paulson, law and order: criminal intent-listen. hes my girlfriend. my babygirl. my love. my sweet boy. the one plaguing damn near every Thot. most niche character here. wish he was real. wish there was more content of him out there but good god if fran (@/midgardian-witch, who also made that gif) hasnt been holding it downnnnnnn. bless.

3. poe dameron, star wars sequel trilogy-beautiful brave sweet husband who would maybe drive me a bit insane irl but in a good way (mostly) i wanna protect him. (also the only star wars films ive seen sorryyyyy sorry. yes it was for him. and adam driver.)

4. miguel o'hara, spider-man: into the spider-verse + spider-man: across the spider-verse-ohhh you beeg grumpy beautiful man. he would not like me. bite me pls (also still my two favourite movies oat.) craving some milk and cake suddenly... (his hair wings..<3)

5. cecil dennis, revenge for jolly!-pathetic little dirty alley cat man my beloved. my little princess. also my babygirl girlfriend little guy loser boy. (AND THE CURLSSSSSSS. AND SAD COW EYES.)

6. nathan bateman, ex machina-asshole who i unfortunately love. we would not get along irl but thats what fics are for!!!! he would make me cry. (but what if i could fix him..) i have a soft spot for him...

7. llewyn davis, inside llewyn davis-sad beautiful talented man. you can crash at my place any day. i would let him leech off of me idec lemme help you baby. i could show you what love is. (the curls and outfits...... i Crave.)

8. santiago garcia, triple frontier-woof. this guy. damn. yeah. sorry santi but i wanna bite your knees

9. blue jones, sucker punch-literally. asshole piece of shit but good god. whore. so slutty and beautiful and PATHETIC. i would let him be mean to me and then cry in private. but also put him in his place. its complicated. (whoever did his eyeliner and club wardrobe in that movie... i owe you my life. thank you. thank you. you deserve everything. thank you.)

10. mikael boghosian, the promise-oh. sweet beautiful intimate lover man. THAT scene... absolutely killed me. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEE. i need him. (i am taking this moment to remind yall of the titty bite. yea. not sorry. youre welcome.)

honestly i couldve put nearly all of oscars characters but alas.

no pressure tags, hope none of you mind! i know this is very sudden and unexpected from me. only tagged some mutuals so its not 10 :p sorryy (sorry if youve been tagged already)

@my-secret-shame @saturn-rings-writes @spacecowboyhotch @villainsoftheweek @f4nrir @kouichijo @mugensword

again, no pressure to do this. hope everyone tagged is doing well! i havent interacted with some of yall in a long time<3

all gif credits go to their respective creators! i have no idea if tumblr automatically shows who made them or not, so sorry if it doesnt.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Two

Summary: after being almost killed by Harrow, the reader deals with declining health, while Steven deals with everything else; including his wife

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, some Arthur Harrow x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: talk about death, reader is super weak and ill for all of this, angtsy, Arthur Harrow (apparently he is his own warning)

A/N: you guys requested part two so here we go, I hope you like it! There will be at least one more chapter of this story, maybe more... A lot of the dialogue is taken from episode 2 so all credit to the fabulous Moon Knight writers for that. As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

*Divider from @galacticgraffiti*

Part One | Series Masterlist

“I’m Marc, Marc Spector. It’s good to finally meet you.” 

“I don’t… I don't understand…” 

As you stare up at the man above you, trying to make sense of how this ‘Marc’ can look so much like your Steven, you feel yourself begin to drift out of consciousness.

— — — — 

You awake to the sound of raised voices. A female voice you don't recognise, and a male one that you do. 

“Steven?” Your voice croaks as you sit up and look around. You appear to be in some sort of attic like apartment, dark and filled with enough books to start a library. “Steven?” You call again, louder this time as you slowly swing your legs to the side of the bed.

“Y/N! Oh my God you're awake!” Steven rushes to your side “How are you feeling?” 

“I don’t know- where am I? How did I get here?” You ask, attempting to stand but your head starts spinning causing you to stumble. 

“Woah woah, slow down” Steven catches you and helps you sit back on the edge of the bed “let me get you some water”

“I got it” another voice startles you as a woman appears with a glass and hands it to you.

“thanks…” you say slowly, looking from the woman to Steven as you take a sip of water. 

“This is Layla, she… uh… she’s-”

“His wife.” Layla interrupts.

“Wife?!” You nearly choke on your drink. “I didn’t know you were married” you say, trying to sound casual despite the sinking feeling in your chest. You’d liked Steven for a while now, but never had the courage to actually ask him out. Maybe its a good job you didn't.

“No! No no, I’m not but Marc is apparently.” Steven flusters, then quickly turns to Layla “not that there’s anything wrong with being married to you, you seem lovely but I-”

“Look I just need you to sign the papers that you sent me, and then we won’t be married anymore and you can carry on with this weird Steven act that you have going on. Okay?” 

“I told you it’s not an act, I am Steven!”

“I’m really sorry to break up… whatever this is” you interrupt as they resume bickering “But I really need someone to explain to me what the hell is going on before I actually lose my mind!”

There’s an awkward moment of silence as the two look at you in shock while you catch your breath after your little outburst. 

“Layla can you give us a minute please?” Steven says gently, without taking his eyes off you. 

Layla doesn’t say anything as she turns and disappears to the kitchen. 

Steven takes a deep breath before explaining to you as best he could what had happened since you were unconscious. About discovering this other guy, Marc Spector, living inside him. How Marc had carried you back to Steven’s flat after you passed out in the museum, and how you’d been asleep for a whole day. About how in the time you’d been asleep he’d fought a jackal and accidentally destroyed the museum toilets in the process, then been found by Layla who helped him escape the giant skeleton bird that was chasing him. 

“Khonshu?” You ask in disbelief “You’re an avatar for the Egyptian God of the moon?” 

“Well Marc is, but I guess kind of? It’s really complicated, I haven’t quite worked it out myself yet.”

“And the creepy guy from the museum is an avatar for Ammit?”

“Yep”

“And he’s looking for this beetle thing so he can free her and judge every living soul on this planet?”

“Bingo” 

“So what makes him think that you know where it is?” 

“Because he has it” Layla appears again, holding a shining golden beetle in her hand.

“Layla-” Steven starts but Layla stops him.

“Don’t. After everything we’ve been through, fighting side by side Marc-”

“I am not Marc Spector!” Steven shouts, startling you. “I’m Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop- well I used to work in a gift shop.”

“What do you mean, ‘used to’?” You ask, your heart sinking again at the thought of being at work without him by your side. 

“I got fired. For vandalising the toilet.” He turns back to Layla “Listen, I don’t want anything to do with that scarab but Y/N is in real danger and I think I am too. And I think that you might be the only person that can help us.” He pauses “Please” 

There’s a silence as Layla looks between Steven and you, thinking about her next move. 

“You really don’t remember why we’ve been looking for this?” She asks, Steven shakes his head. “Our adventures? Our life together?” 

“God I wish I could”

A knock at the door makes the three of you jump. 

“Steven Grant? Can we have a word?” A voice calls from the other side of the door.

“Oh God they’ve come for me” Steven looks panicked.

There’s another knock.

“Just a minute” Steven responds slowly making his way to the door and opening it just enough to see the people on the other side. 

You and Layla exchange nervous glances while Steven has a hushed conversation at the front door. Suddenly the door bangs open as one of the officers barges through the door, and when you turn back you realise Layla is gone. You just catch a glimpse of her as she disappears through the window out onto the roof. 

“Is this about the toilet? Because it’s been dealt with, I’ve been sacked” You hear Steven nervously rambling as the officers begin looking around the flat. 

The female stops when she sees you sat on the bed, glancing from you to the foot of the bed. This is when you notice the restraints attached to the base of the bed. “Everything okay here?” She asks casually but clearly checking on you. You nod.

“Oh, I have a sleeping disorder.” Steven states before continuing his rambling “and well, the museum said they wouldn’t press charges as long as I do it in instalments, they said-”

“What’s this?” The male officer suddenly appears holding a small pyramid shaped object. 

“Its a paper weight”

“Where did you get it?”

“…paperweight shop” Steven replies, nervously watching the other officer as she circles near you. 

You watch as she goes to the window and looks out as if she’s searching for something. You hope Layla was smart enough to hide. Its only when she retreats back inside you realise you’ve been holding your breath and let out a sigh. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The lady asks you, quieter this time so only you can hear. 

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little under the weather today” you reply trying to sound relaxed despite the sudden intrusion and the constant spinning in your head.

“You’re in possession of a stolen item” you hear the male officer telling Steven.

“No, I don’t have it. I don’t. It’s not here.” Steven pleads as the officer searches through a gym bag on the table, pulling out a passport. 

“Marc Spector?” He questions. 

“That’s not mine”

“Funny that. Fella looks just like you.”

“Fake passport and a thief. I think you best come with us son.” The female officer says as the male handcuffs Steven. “You too love” she turns to you.

“No, she hasn't- she’s nothing to do with this!” Steven argues but they don’t listen. The female officer gestures for you to follow and you feel a wave of panic. What if you pass out again? Will they think Steven has done something to you? 

You take a breath and stand, closing your eyes tightly as the room spins.

“Please, she’s not well” you hear Steven almost begging them to leave you alone and feel a pair of hands hold you up by the arm. You open your eyes and the female looks at you. 

“We won’t cuff you, but we do need you to come with us” she explains, leading you to the door and out of the building. 

— — — — 

The car journey is mostly spent leaning against the headrest behind you while you listen to the officers in the front of the car argue with Steven about who he is and what he’s done. 

“We’ve only got ourselves a full blown international fugitive” the woman says. 

“It’s not- it’s a mistake. It’s not me”

“Marc Spector was part of a team of mercenaries that hit a dig site in Egypt. Here’s what they did to the archeologists. Zip tied and shot in the back of the head, execution style.”

“That’s dark man” the male officer says in disgust. 

“No, no, no. I didn’t do that” he turns to look at you “That’s not me”

“Of course you didn’t… Steven” the female officer says sarcastically, but Steven remains looking at you like he’s desperate for you to believe him. 

Eventually the car comes to a stop and you look out the window to see you’re in some random dark back street. 

“I thought we were going to the police station” Steven says as the male officer looks at him through the mirror. 

“Now why would you think that?” He replies sinisterly and as he adjusts the rearview mirror you spot the scale tattoo on his wrist. Another wave of panic hits you.

“Sit tight yeah” the woman says as they both exit the car, leaving you and Steven alone.

“No” Steven whispers under his breath, sounding defeated.

“Why would they bring us here?” You ask as you try to open the locked car doors.

“I don’t know exactly, but those tattoos…” Steven doesn’t finish his sentence, too distracted searching the darkness through the car window.

“Steven… I’m scared” you admit and he turns to you.

“I know, Y/N, I am so so sorry I dragged you into this-”

“-But if this is about that beetle, you cannot give it to him.”

Steven is about to argue when a bang makes you both jump and you see a young girl running near the car. Steven taps his head against the glass window as you both shout trying to get her attention. 

“Hello! Excuse me, could you help us? Help please, we’ve been kidnapped!”

The girl bends down to grab something then stands up, holding a football in the air and exposing the scale tattoo on her wrist. 

“She's one too” 

Steven looks past you, to his reflection in the glass window. 

“No, no I saw what you did to those people” he shakes his head.

“Steven?” You ask, looking at the window next to you to see there’s no one there “Who are you talking to?” He turns to look at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

“I am never giving you control again. Ever!” He shouts, and you realise he’s talking to Marc. “Do you hear me?”

“I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop.” A voice comes through the car radio, a voice that sends a shiver through your body. 

Suddenly the car doors are opened, causing Steven to fall out and you hear a thud as he hits the floor. 

“Steven!” You shout as two hands grab you, pulling you from the car. “Get off me! Steven?!” 

“I’m sorry for the wait” Arthur Harrow says as he crouches beside Steven “We just needed a chance to better understand your situation. Let’s get you out of those cuffs.”

He takes the keys off the female ‘officer’ and removes Stevens handcuffs as the ‘officers’ walk away. 

“Well no wonder your scales don’t balance.” He helps Steven stand up. “It must be very difficult having all those voices inside one head. Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Khonshu. I’m curious, do you think Khonshu chose you as his avatar because your mind would be so easy to break or because it was broken already?”

“I’m not broken.” Steven argues “Just need some help, maybe.”

“Thats right. That’s why I’m here, to help.” He turns his attention to you as the person holding you leads you around the car to stand by Steven. “Ah, Y/N Y/L/N. I am so very glad to be seeing you again. How are you?” 

Arthur gestures for the person holding you to release you and as he does you feel your body go weak. You stumble forward and Arthur catches you, holding you up and looking into your eyes like he’s studying your soul.

“She’s ill because of you” Steven states angrily from beside you.

“No” Arthur says calmly, still studying you with his piercing blue eyes “her evil has made her ill”

“I am not evil” you try to sound strong buy your voice comes out as a breathless whisper.

“Maybe not…” he places a hand on your cheek, gently moving a strand of hair that has fallen across your face “…but your actions will be.” He looks at you with such sadness that you feel your own eyes begin to water. Then suddenly he removes his hand and gestures for one of his followers to come. “Please take our sick friend to one of the guest rooms to rest.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere” you look at Steven in fear.

“Don’t worry, Steven will be right here.” Arthur reassures you as two random women take you by the arm, not harshly but firm enough to know you can’t fight back. “I just need a moment to talk with him alone."

“Steven!” You call out and he can hear the panic in your voice. You look over your shoulder at him as you're pulled away.

“I’ll find you” he says, and you see in his eyes that he means it. “I promise”

In that moment you feel you can trust this man with your life. 

You allow them to lead you away from the busy communal area and to a quiet bedroom. They help you into bed, lay you down and make sure you're comfortable before leaving you to rest. The minute your body relaxes into the mattress you feel like you could fall asleep. You fight to stay awake, wanting Steven to come find you. It doesn’t take long for the exhaustion to take over, pulling you into a deep sleep.

— — — — 

A low rumbling shakes through the building, waking you up. In the distance you hear shouting and the sound of Harrow’s followers running outside your door. You try to sit up but your body has lost all strength. 

“Hello? Steven? Anyone?” You call out but no one comes. 

After what feels like a lifetime, but was probably only half an hour later, you hear the door to your room finally open. The sound of footsteps and a cane tapping the floor let you know that Harrow has entered the room and is making his way around the bed to the side you’re laying. He stops when he’s in your view. 

“I trust you had a good sleep” he says, resting his hands on his cane. 

“What’s going on? I heard shouting… Where’s Steven?” 

Arthur sighs, gesturing to the edge of the bed “May I sit?” You give him a small nod and he sits, looking at you sympathetically. “Steven’s gone Y/N” 

“What?”

“He left, with another girl and the scarab.”

“Layla…” you whisper under your breath, realising she must have come for him “no, no he wouldn’t just leave me here. He wouldn’t-”

“He did”

“He promised!” You try to sit up but fall straight back down, defeated and exhausted. Harrow watches you silently for a moment as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, but tears still escape.

“I’m sorry” he says softly, causing you to look at him “humanity can be so disappointing”

“I don’t blame him for leaving me behind, dragging around a dying girl can really slow you down” your voice croaks, causing Harrow to silently reach for the glass of water on the bedside table. He holds the glass to your lips allowing you to take a drink. When youre finished he places the glass back down and returns to just sitting observing you. “If you’re gonna kill me please just do it” you snap and he smirks. 

“Why would I kill you?”

“Steven’s not going to give you that beetle thing, and I wouldn’t let him even if he tried.”

“You would sacrifice your life to save the evil people in this world?” He looks genuinely fascinated by you.

“Not everyone who does bad things is evil! You don’t know people’s circumstances, the events in their lives that led to them doing the wrong thing. We should try to help people, steer them to doing good things, not condemn them before they even have a chance.” Shaking your head as you speak causes a wave of pain to shoot through your body and you let out a grunt, closing your eyes tightly and taking a breath. “How long do I have left?” 

As you slowly open your eyes to look at Harrow, you notice he almost looks remorseful. He stands up from the bed, reaching over to place a hand on your head and gripping his cane with the other.

“Go back to sleep now. It’ll be over soon.” 

And with that he turns and leaves, as you once again drift into darkness. 

Part Three

Taglist: toracainz / pinkiestwinkie / malaanii / galacticstxrdust / 

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[sortofanobsession]

To Cry for the Moon Part 10 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: The one is going to be tough, but I promise it will pay off. We actually do have a plan for this story.

Please do not take, copy, or translate without talking to me first. Reblogs, likes, and comments are encouraged. But anything else please message me first. I work really hard on these, I was a writing apprentice for a comic book writer and learned this craft despite having issues I had to overcome, like essential tremors, a mild reading disability, and aphantasia. I put my heart and soul into everything I write. Thank you.

The story idea, and most of the voicemails to Steven & Marc were written by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!) Also realized I should probably add content warnings, so I did and tagged them. If you think I missed a warning please send me an ask. I try to tw tag even the tiniest thing so no one has to suffer if I can help it.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic,  @urlocallsimp @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner,  @crypticruler, @animelover18, @philiasoul, @distinguishedmakerpandapatrol, @22carolina08, @preciousbabypeter

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader

Content Warning: Mental Illness, Injury, Death, Violence, Fighting

Word Count: 2k+ (for those curious the whole fic wc is 17,332. And it is nowhere near done lol)

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 11, Part 12

Part 10: Seemingly the End

After getting off the plane painful memories came rushing back. Y/N had not been back here since the Eternals separated. It was a painful memory but she pushed through it. After taking a short trip to a small city, Y/N pulls out her phone. She makes one last call before they venture too far from the jungle-surrounded city to have signal. She calls Steven and isn't surprised to hear his outgoing voicemail again.

“Screw the theatrics, I don’t even know if you’re even going to get this. We’re in the middle of the god damn Amazon because Druig thought it would be a grand fucking idea to place his cult here of all places. He’s a stubborn bastard, but if we’re gonna pull this off we need him. I'm sorry, Marc, Steven. I am so sorry. Osiris can tell you what is happening, all Khonshu has to do is ask. Khonshu was more right about me than he could have ever known. And well, I meant it earlier when I said you should talk to your dad, you uh, never know when he’ll kick the bucket, so to speak. I miss you guys, I wish I could talk-” she lost signal as they got further from the city. She hoped enough of the message went through. She put her phone away and took to the air to attempt to narrow down Druig's commune location.

Her feet touch the ground as they near the modest commune. She could feel the people around them. Their hearts are kind and welcoming. She watches the people around her as the others talk. They all feel like good people. She can feel their loyalty. It's quiet and content. Her focus is drawn and she feels herself truly smile for the first time since leaving London when Druig finally walks out.

"Please," Druig says with a smirk, "Make yourselves at home." 

He studied Y/N as she got closer. "Who do I need to control off a cliff for taking the stars from your eyes?" Druig asks as she finally near him.

"Wouldn't kill him, or them, if you did, but you'd probably still enjoy it," Sprite told him. Druig raised a brow.

"Doesn't matter," Y/N says, knowing it was so much more than her issues with Marc and Steven. "It's good to see you." It wasn't a lie. She always missed Druig. He was more her brother than the others. Druig could always understand how overwhelming her powers were. How being surrounded by people was a blessing and a curse. He could feel the minds around him like a constant buzz. Y/N always felt the same thing but instead of minds, it was hearts. Having to sit back and watch the wars and conflicts as time went on weighed on her heart as it did his mind. They had an understanding of things that the others just couldn't comprehend. The heart and the mind were vital to human existence after all. The only difference was he could control minds, she had to judge hearts as is. And honestly, he thinks he was given the easier task. 

Druig rolls his eyes but hugs her, he didn't need to read her mind to know how broken she was. "Told you that you should have come with me. They would have loved you. No one would have broken your heart." He gestures to the members of his commune. 

"Ask me again after you talk to everyone else," she tells him. 

"I might just hold you to it." Druig grins.

"I might just let you." Y/N hugs him again.

Druig chuckles as he pulls away, and goes to the main hall with her just behind him. 

She knew he was stubborn but she had hoped he wouldn't resist them so much. He gets under everyone's skin so easily sometimes. And Ikaris made it easy. It didn't help Sersi's phone went off. It made Y/N want to check hers, but she knew she wouldn't have anything. Marc didn't want anything to do with her. No need to waste the battery. Instead she reached out with her powers to feel the community Druig had cultivated for years. They were so content. It wasn't easy knowing if the team failed, these people would die. Her attention was drawn back by Ikaris saying Druig was wasting their time. Druig hadn't agreed to join them. She wasn't really surprised. She had been hopeful, but not unrealistic.

Y/N follows Druig out. "You told me to ask you to stay again," he says. 

"I did," Y/N replied.

"Would you?" He asks.

"Not if it means I'd just have to stay here and watch them all die without trying to stop it. Osiris and Isis believe we can stop it. I have let them down enough ready, I have to try."

"And you're here to convince me to help," he states.

"I'm here because I missed you and I would feel better if you were there. Is it so bad I wanted to see one of my best friends one last time before we all might die or get reset? Yes, I was hoping you would help us, but I'm not going to make you." 

"You still wouldn't join me, would you? You love your human too much, the one that broke your heart. You could always bring him."

"His mind would drive you up a wall. They have at least 3 personalities and Khonshu in their head."

"Sounds crowded," Druig admits. "But does sound amusing. Haven't had a new challenge in centuries."

"If you want a challenge then join us, forcing a celestial to sleep, I don't think you could find a bigger challenge."

"I see what you did there," Druig says, shaking his head.

"And you know me too well to know I can't just let humanity end because of Arishem's lies. I've always been willing to die for the truth, only this time I genuinely might."

"Try not to," he says. Before they can say much more, they hear Sersi shouting. Deviants. Deviants had found them. Y/N takes off running, summoning her wings as she did. She flies and joins Kingo in trying to buy the others enough time to get the villagers clear of the fight. As Kingo focuses on keeping one of them busy, Y/N tries to keep them away from where Sersi is leading the people. She shouts for Sersi when the other Eternal is hit while trying to fortify the building. Y/N immediately launches a round of feathers at the beast to draw it away from her friend. Her attacks are joined by rifle fire and her heart sinks when she sees a number of villagers under Druig’s control shooting at the beast. She goes to volley another attack when Druig jumps over the deviant and shoots at it. 

“Seriously?!” She shouts as she drops down to block the creature's tail as it swipes at the humans. Her wings took the brunt of the blow. She hopes that Druig is paying enough attention so that she doesn’t end up with a bullet in her back while trying to defend his people. She doesn’t even have enough time between blows to get a hit in. She focuses everything she has on staying ahead of the deviant's tail. She was starting to think that splitting her powers may have actually been a mistake when she feels herself losing her footing. Unable to get into the air was limiting what she could do. She tries to summon a blade but the deviant shifts faster than she can, wraps its tail around her leg and slams her into the dirt, before she can get her wings back up to protect herself, the jaws of the beast latch onto her side. Ripping a scream from her as it does. 

The only reason it doesn’t kill her is that Sersi traps it in a metallic tree and Druig pulls her out from the shocked creature’s gaping maw. She pushes him away. She doesn’t have the energy to tell him how stupid he was being. She left Sersi to talk sense into him. Y/N took to the sky to get a better chance for an attack. The pain in her side was unbelievable, but she focused on attacking as the deviant broke free from its improvised cage. She’d never been so glad to see Ikaris in her life when he shows up to take on the deviant now heading for Druig. He took the beast out swiftly with his eye beams, before going after another. She tried to give him aerial support, but it was becoming harder and harder to build up enough energy for an attack. She feels water hit her as Sersi battles a deviant by hand. Y/N is just as shocked as the rest of the group when Sersi transforms the deviant into a tree. 

Y/N begins to feel her wings fade and flicker, and her vision grows fuzzy around the edges. She knows she won’t last much longer. Her heart is beating too fast and the bite on her side has already soaked her shirt and jacket in blood. She knew her phone was probably smashed in her pocket. There went her chance at telling Steven and Marc goodbye. She tries to lower herself gently to the ground but her knees buckle and she falls. She hears shouting and feels hands on her. They move her and she stares at the tops of the trees. She wishes she could see more of the sky. She loves the sky. She loves flying. It felt natural. She wishes she could see the moon, one last time. To know that maybe, just maybe she'd get to say goodbye. She tried, but all that came out was a choked sob. She wanted to tell them all that she would see them in the next life. It wasn't until hands gripped her face and brushed back her tears that she focused on the figures now blocking small bits of the canopy.

She tried to reach for them and her blood-soaked hand was pulled into Sersi's own. She shook her head at Druig as he tried to help her. Her other hand gestures for them to come closer. They do. She summons up as much energy as she can. "Save them for me." 

"We will," Sersi says. 

She leans her head up with the last strength she has and bumps Druig's forehead earning a sad laugh. Her head drops back down but he returns the gesture.

"You've got nothing to worry about now," he says. Her strength is gone, she closes her eyes and knows it's over. A fleeting thought of goodbye and then darkness. 

Druig was on his feet as soon as he knew she was gone. He looked at the destruction around them and the blood on his hands. Sersi squeezes the limp hand in hers before she stands up. She needs to think. She has to call Steven. Sersi feels another piece of her heart shatter. But before she can do anything she's called because Y/N isn't the only loss. Gilgamesh had fallen defending Thena. And Thena was inconsolable.

Egyptian Underworld 

Osiris hears shouting. He approaches the scales as the chains of the plate holding the feather break. He picks up the feather and it feels wrong. Very wrong. Too much like a normal feather and the ethereal glow dims slightly. That was not good. He gently sets it aside. "Time to intervene," he says and gestures for Anubis to follow him as he opens the gates and they pass through. Summoning their avatars he opens the path to Y/N. "Oh little feather, what did you do." He nods at Anubis who has his avatar carefully lift Y/N and they return to the temple. "Fix her up as best you can. Her master may have forsaken her, but we shall not. Teach those Celestials that they have no more power over death than we do."

Osiris was quick to retrieve the feather of truth, encouraged by the slight glow that it still held. It was her, she had told him. Now he would use it to put things back the way they should be. A devoted goddess like Ma'at deserved at least that. If she was too far gone and beyond his reach, he would have Anubis do what he was best at, what he was worshipped for. But Osiris felt it would work. They would not be saying goodbye to Earth. It was not their time yet.

Ruins of Druig's Commune

"Where is she?" Kingo asks as he goes to retrieve Y/N to place her alongside Gilgamesh.

"What?" Druig pushes past him to find Y/N's body gone.

"You're sure she was dead?" Ikaris asks and earns a vicious glare from Druig. 

"Yes," Druig spat.

"Maybe an animal-"

"Don't-" Druig warns.

"Druig," Kingo starts. 

"Then we have to find her," Sersi says. 

Sprite and Thena stay with Gilgamesh while the others search and find nothing. No signs of tracks, no trace. Nothing. They eventually decide that they had to give Gilgamesh a proper send-off. And Sersi still had something she needed to do.  

Once Sersi was able to clean her hands she found her phone and found Steven's number. She calls it. They don't answer, though she wasn’t surprised. They probably thought Y/N had borrowed her phone to call. So she left them a message she knew would destroy them if and when they do get it.

 "Steven, or Marc, it's Sersi, I…I hate having to do this in a voicemail. I would rather do this in person, or even in a real phone call, I…if we had more time I would do this in person, but we lost Y/N. Part of me hopes Khonshu knows, she always found it annoying when he boasted about knowing all that happened under the moon." Sersi let out a shaky laugh. "She…well, she fought to the end. She loved humanity, she loved you all. She loved you, both of you. She would want you to know."

Sersi hung up and just hoped the message got through. But she would find a way to reach them, to save them, and all of humanity. Druig was onboard now. They would end this for all of them. Their deaths would mean something.

Temple of the Gods

The first thing that registers to Y/N's mind is the cold. She feels cold, the cold stone beneath her makes her shiver.

"Welcome back, Ma'at," the voice of Isis' avatar says. "The goddess will be glad you pulled through." Y/N goes to speak but is hushed. She hears footsteps approaching followed by a whispered conversation she cannot process. Y/N finally opens her eyes but puts up no fight as she is lifted. The avatar of Anubis sets her back down but this time on a soft blanket that the goddess' avatar gently wraps around her. "You have been through quite the journey, and you need rest. Sleep now."

The next time she wakes Osiris is there, his avatar looms above her as he updates her on what has happened. Her family had lost another soul. Gilgamesh had fought and earned a warrior's death and were it up to Osiris he would be rewarded in his afterlife. Sadly, Gilgamesh, like Ajak, was beyond his reach. 

"But your feather saved you," he told her. "Your commitment to serving humanity in this life and the next is what brought you back. Your strength will hopefully return with time, but your heart beats again, and when the time comes you will show the Celestials that we gods are not to be underestimated. He sat the feather gently beside her, the faint glow although weaker than before still shown. "You have earned more time, feather. I know you will use it wisely."

She wakes again in a bed with soft light shining through the open window. "You are safe," the voice of Osiris' avatar spoke. "You will find everything you need in this room. Bathroom, if you feel like you have the strength is through there." He gestures to an open door. "You are safe here. Osiris will summon you when the time comes."

"I need to call my family, to call-"

"If you wish to help them you will not waste your energy," another voice spoke. She recognized the avatar for Horus. "You wish to join your friends again to fix things, do you not?"

"I do," she admits.

"Then do not waste your energy or tax your healing system with concerns that won't matter. You do not yet know if you can join them or if they will succeed. Why make them suffer your death twice?"

"And Khonshu has not graced us with his presence, even Taweret is surprised, but no need to worry the old bird over things he cannot change. Heal first, then you can right your wrongs."

[winniethewife]

Eclipsing Love

(Marc Spector x Mafia!OC)

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Chapter 5: God of Vengeance

Words: 1997

They closed the bar for the rest of the week. Later that evening Charlotte had been sitting in her office space in her apartment. Looking through photos on her computer of Elizabeth and Isabella. She was fidgeting with the statue of Khonshu she had gotten out a few days prior. As Marc looked from the doorway on he was surprised to see Khonshu watching her mess with the statue. Marc watched Charlotte as she sat in her office and fiddled with her statue of Khonshu, completely focused on everything and nothing at the same time.  He stepped fully into the office, and was surprised to see Khonshu watching Charlotte from the corner of the room.

"What is it, Khonshu?" He asked, turning back to Charlotte for a moment as he waited for the God's response.

“She's on a path, you're not going to like that path.” Khonshu says simply. As he looks at Marc. “You cannot prevent it, but you can make it easier.” Khonshu stands and places a hand on Charlotte's shoulder which of course she doesn't react to having no idea he's even there.

"What... what path?" Marc asked slowly, starting to get angry at his vagueness. Khonshu was telling him something he didn't want to hear, and Charlotte wasn't even aware of what was happening.

"What path, Khonshu?! What are you talking about?!" He asked again, this time with more urgency.

 “You'll see soon enough...” Khonshu turns to him Marc Spector. “You are to take out the leaders of the Walker Crime family, in my name, deliver Justice.” He gives his order and then vanishes like he always does whenever Marc has more questions than answers.

"God damn it, Khonshu!" Marc muttered to himself as he watched the God vanish. His eyes then turned to Charlotte, who was still looking at the photos on her computer she didn't look like she'd heard anything and she still had no idea what was coming next for her. He walked over and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Charlotte..." He whispered. "Charlotte... we need to talk."Charlotte turns to him and she takes a deep breath wiping tears from her eyes.

“Yeah, what is it my love?” For a second, he wasn't actually sure what to say. How do you tell someone that the God known for judging people told you that they have to assassinate her Dad? He took a deep breath, and then he started.

"Charlotte..." He said slowly. "Khonshu just... he told me that I have to kill your father." He waited a moment for a response. She blinks a couple times.

“Well, I mean I was going to so...make my life slightly easier. She says carefully. She looks at him. So wait are you supposed to go all Moon Knight on him or... I have questions...”she looks both confused and skeptical, Marc let out a quiet laugh, as he wasn't surprised by her reaction.

"Yes... I'm supposed to go 'all Moon Knight' on him." He said, putting some sarcasm in his voice just to make Charlotte feel like something in this situation was actually in her control.

 “So I've never seen you as Moon Knight...do you need to borrow any guns or anything? I still have a bunch of stuff...” She looks over to a painting on the wall. “It might be easier to show you...” Marc followed Charlotte's line of sight, wondering what was so important with the painting.

“Well, the suit, comes with weapons… but now I’m curious.” He looks at her, his head slightly tilted.

She stood up and walked over to the painting taking it off the wall there was a key pad. She put in a code and Marc heard a click before the wall in front of her revealed a secret doorway. She went through and motioned him to follow. Inside was a small room with several display cases of guns of various types and knives, swords and other more exotic weaponry. Marc's eyes widened as he saw the display of weapons, Marc followed Charlotte and stepped inside, looking at the various weapons for a few moments.

"This is... something else..." He said, turning to look at Charlotte. "How much of this is actually yours? This is... kind of a lot."

“Well, when a mob wife and a mob princess fall in love you suddenly have a large collection of weapons.” She chuckled slightly. “A lot of this was originally Elizabeth's stuff. But we decided to put our collections together when we got married.” She half smiles at a specific case and opens it carefully pulling out a Damascus blade with a white handle. “Elizabeth gave me this as a wedding gift actually...”

"It's beautiful..." He said, his voice soft as he looked at the blade. "I take it, your weapon of choice has always been a knife?" He asked.

“Knives, hand guns, and sniper rifles.” She says as she puts the blade back in the case. As she closes the case she looks over at him with her signature half smile on her face. “Elizabeth was the swords master. She learned from some of the best sword fighters and fencers in the world. She was on track to fence in the Olympics when she got pregnant with Isabella.”

"The Olympics Huh? That’s pretty amazing.” He said, looking around before settling on another case. "What's in here?" He asked, motioning to a specific case that caught his eye. The case was the only typical gun case in the room and had a finger print scanner. Charlotte approaches it and uses her thumb print to unlock it as she opened it there were three sniper rifles inside.

“These are mine.” She says quietly. “They were all specifically made for me by a master gunsmith. You can't find anything like them anywhere.”

"Damn..." He said, taking a few steps forward to get a better look at the guns. "These look... expensive." He said, reaching out to touch one of the rifles.

Something about their build... the way they looked, felt, and weighed... they just felt different compared to some of the other guns. "How much did these things cost you?" He asked quietly.

“Fifty lives.” She says quietly. Her voice full of guilt. “My father had them made as, presents, when I had completed my fiftieth hit.” She doesn't make eye contact with him. She knows what she's saying is outrageous to anyone who hasn't lived this kind of life. It's really fucked up. Marc couldn't even think of a response. Fifty lives, that was... insane for him to think about. She didn't hesitate with her answer though, as if she'd accepted it all a long time ago. He looked back to Charlotte and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"It is really messed up..." He whispered, his words full of sympathy for her, knowing she had no choice in this life. Her father controlled everything regarding her life as a Mob Princess. Charlotte nods and takes a deep breath.

“When are you going to take out my father? Before or after the funeral?” She asks in a thoughtful voice. Marc was not expecting that question.

"Uh... after, I guess." He said in a calm tone, feeling conflicted as he spoke. Charlotte was making everything so simple it was as if she'd accepted that he was going to kill her father, and hadn't even questioned it yet. He had to ask.

"Charlotte... are you okay with this?" He asked quietly. She looks at him and takes a step closer she wraps her arms around his neck and touches her forehead to his.

”Marc… I don't have any love for my father. I haven't for a long time.” Her jade eyes look into his. “I'm okay with this... I want this. And more importantly you have to do this. Khonshu won't give you a choice.” Marc put his hands gently on Charlotte's back and nodded, slowly taking in her words.

"Okay, Charlotte..." He whispered; that sounded so dark but yet, she was right— he wouldn't have a choice at the end of the day, and Charlotte didn't love her father enough to question Khonshu's wishes. He was just so surprised that Charlotte was okay with this all— killing her father, having to end another life— that he wasn't entirely sure how to react. The only thing he knew at this moment was that he had to stand strong for her.

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A while later Charlotte and Marc were watching television. Charlotte's head rested on his lap as they rested after a day of crazy unknowns. As Marc runs his fingers through her hair she had almost seemed relaxed after a long horrible day when she suddenly sat up a slight look of fear in her eyes

“Oh gods, when you kill my dad, I inherit The Walker crime family...” she says this with fear in voice.

"Wait, what?" Marc sat up and put his hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her. “You're telling me, that after I kill your Dad, and the rest of the leadership you... become a mob boss?" He asked, making sure that this was all true. She nods.

“The Walker Crime family has always been passed down in the family. I'm my father's only child because my mom died from complications after my birth. He Never remarried he doesn't have another heir.”  She explains. “It's just me.” She stands up and starts to pace the floor.

"God, Charlotte." He said gently, standing up and moving behind her to hug her. He knew she was panicking, but there didn't seem like there was much he could do about anything.

"I-I uh... I don't know what to say..." He said softly. What a shitty situation Charlotte was in. She wanted out of the mob life, and now, she was apparently being forced back in... "What can we do?" He whispered.

“No wait...this is perfect...she looks at Marc. We wanted to take the organization out from the inside...we can much more easily take it out from the top.” She gave him that half smile he has come to adore. “This...this will be fun...” Marc couldn't help but smile back at Charlotte, as she came up with this idea on a whim. It was perfect, actually a little too perfect. Khonshu must've had this in mind this entire time, but if Charlotte felt like she was ready and willing to take on this role as mob boss, then he would be there to support her.

"You're right, this is perfect. We're gonna make a difference, you hear me?" He whispered, wrapping his arms around her.

Charlotte embraced him and kissed him softly. As she breaks the kiss she says something in Gealic. “Is breá liom tú...”she rests her head on his chest as she sighs gently. Marc smiled as he held Charlotte close, enjoying the embrace and kiss; it was nice to just relax with her, even in this crazy situation. He was surprised by the words he heard, and he had to admit, he had no idea what Charlotte had said. "What was that?" He asked gently, playing with her hair as he did so.

“Is breá liom tú...it means I love you.” She says as a blush spreads across her face. This was the first time they've said those words. It was a big deal. Only a week into their relationship. It was a big deal. Her eyes look into his and he runs his fingers through her copper locks. Marc turned bright red. He'd said it in his head many times before, but never out loud, never to Charlotte's face. His heart raced and he felt dizzy for a moment, but he didn't want to ruin this perfect moment for the two of them. He just smiled and laughed, leaning forwards and kissing her again.

"I love you too, Charlotte," He said softly, his arms wrapping around her as he held her in this embrace.

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Tag:@ominoose

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 30

Steven Grant x OC X Marc Spector

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Pervious part : Next part

Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.

Chapter summer: Sam goes missing, the boys find her in a position they had been worried about for a long time.

WARNINGS!!!!! Warnings are gonna have a lot of spoilers so skipa head if you dont want spoilers!!! Drinking, smoking, refernces to sex, but most importantly, hhuuuuuugggeeeee warning for suicidal ideation and a suicide attempt. It like..... it's really rough, y'all. But ngl i think I kinda popped off on it this. Like. I went hard. Might be some of my best work. Anyway, mind the warnings.

How many song references can you catch? Idk why I put so many in this one.

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"Well, I woke up to the sound of silence and cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight

And I found you with a bottle of wine, your head in the curtains and heart like the Fourth of July

You swore and said “we are not

We are not shining stars” this I know, I never said we are

Though I've never been through Hell like that

I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back”

~Carry on, fun.

Where’s Sam?

“I don’t know, I woke up and she was gone. Sam?” Jake called out her name, hoping he just didn’t see her

Steven took the body, standing up and going to the kitchen.

Her cigarettes aren’t on the counter

Maybe she’s smoking?

At 3 AM?

Steven ran down the stairwell, not patient enough to wait for the elevator Pick up pick up pick up Steven mumbled, calling Sam’s phone again and again. When they reached the bottom of the stairs and out the door, the area where Sam usually smoked outside the building was empty and she wasn’t answering his calls.

Call Jessica and Elena, see if they know

Elena didn’t pick up, probably passed out drunk on this warmer Friday night. Jessica answered, despite the time, but she didn’t know where she was. This only succeeded in worrying Jessica, who insisted on going out and looking for her. Steven refused, saying having Jessica wandering the streets of London would only serve to distract Steven. He promised to text when he found her. 

This is your fucking fault, Jake, fuck you

A pause, as Jake Lockley was uncharacteristically quiet, processing the words. Excuse me?

So you can manage to keep working for Khonshu, being his stupid fucking fist of vengence, but you waited until after Jordan attacked, cut, beat and molested her to kill him?

Marc, that’s not fair but no one was listening to him

I told her before, I would’ve done it if I hadn’t thought it would get you in trouble with her

And after we found out about you? You don’t do it then?

Marc, she didn’t want you guys to kill him, she made that clear

Well she doesn’t always know what’s best for herself

Jesus c h r i s t Marc she’s 25, she’s not a fucking child.

Answer me, Jake

You don’t want to do this

Fucking answer me

I tried, okay? I tried to find him and I couldn’t.

You didn’t think to ask Khonshu?

A long pause

Marc, just leave it alone

Maybe you should listen to him, Marc

Answer me!

Fine, Khonshu was pissed because I couldn’t take the body hardly at all anymore, so he refused to give me any information

Another long pause

What?

Yeah.

So, the reason Jordan hurt her…

Marc don’t do this.

Is because I refused to share the body with you?

Stop! stop feeling so bloody guilty about everything all the goddamn time! I can’t fucking take it!

It’s my fault this happened, and it’s my fault she’s gone!

Can we focus on finding her first? Then deal with this?

A voice Steven knew all too well, but hadn’t heard in nearly a year rang through.

Look up, little bug

Steven did as he was told, not questioning why Khonshu decided to appear at this time, but thankful for him, for once. When his eyeline found the rooftop, he felt the wind get knocked out of him as he saw a single leg dangling over and a body laid out on the top.

Sam

If Jake and Marc were arguing still, he couldn’t hear them through the thrumb of blood rushing through his head. There were no thoughts, just Get to the roof.

He carefully opened the door to the rooftop access, not wanting to startle her.

She was laying out on the wall, a cigarette in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other. She didn’t even look as he tentatively stepped towards her. There was a half empty bottle of vodka on the ground.

“Should’ve known you’d come here. Can’t get shit past you three.” Her voice was derisive as she looked up at the sky.

Steven spoke carefully, trying impossibly hard to hide the anxiety threatening to boil over and scream like a kettle of water ready for tea. “What are you doing up here, sweetheart?” He spoke as casually as if he found her in the kitchen after bed. 

“Deciding whether or not to jump.” Was her blatant answer.

Jesus Christ. Jake’s normally steady voice breathed out with a shake.

Grab her, Steven. Steven, get her away from there.

Be careful, don’t scare her

Steven took a tentative step forward. “Can you maybe step away from the ledge, darling? Maybe we can talk about this?

“Wish you would step back from the ledge my friend” Sam sang to herself. She was drunk.

“Can we… maybe we can go for a walk, take a breath?” He coaxed with a few more steps, so close to her.

She held out a hand. “Stop, or I swear to god I’ll roll over.”

Steven froze. Get. Her. Away. Marc insisted. “You don’t have to do that, can you tell me what’s-”

“Stoooooooop” she groaned out. “Stop trying to fix things, stop trying to talk about things. Sometimes shit just SUCKS, Steven.” Her words were sluring together as she took another swig of the wine.

He nodded slowly, hands up, open palmed. “Okay, right then, shit just sucks. It can suck away from the ledge, yeah? We can suck together”

Finally, Sam turned to look at him. “It’s never going to suck together, Steven. Three of you can try, but you’ll never get it. And y’all got yer own things I’ll never understand either. But you will never understand how this feels. You will never know what it feels like to have your body repeatedly violated for what feels like hours, for it to end, only for him to show up a decade later and violate you again.” She paused, face twitching back tears. “I’m going to sit up now, don’t move. I’m not jumping, but I will if you try to touch me” She warned.

Steven had to physically stop Marc from taking the body as he watched Sam sling her other leg over the edge as she faced the city. He noticed her shoulders were shaking. “I know that… that I can’t understand what you’ve been through, or what Marc and Jake have, for that matter. But I love you, I love you and I need you here with me. Nothing will happen to you again, no one will-”

“That’s what you said last time” She spoke, almost sing-songy.

Steven shut his eyes tight, wishing Marc hadn’t heard that. “I know, love, I know. Maybe that’s not a fair promise to make. And I’m sorry.” He opened them again, forcing himself too, just to make sure she was still there. “And I’m sorry, I am so sorry I wasn’t there, that I couldn’t-

“Doooooon’t” She drawled out, waving her hand. “I know you guys -oof- all feel guilty, especially Marc. Fucker feels guilty for everything, jesus christ…” She muttered off, losing her train of thought. “It’s not any of your fault. None of this.” She glanced back at Steven. “Make sure Marc knows that.” She turned back, distracted by the stars in the sky. Starlight…

“You can tell him, because you aren't going to jump” Steven shook his head as if he were willing it to happen, willing her to safety. “Just let me help-”

“You can’t help, Steven!” She raised her hands, wine flying out of the bottle she was fisting. “That’s the thing!” Sam set the bottle down and lit another cigarette, glancing at him over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow. “There is no help. You can’t just fix this.” She shook her head, looking back again.

“Maybe…” Steven took a silent step forward while her back was turned. She was wobbly, the effects of nearly an entire bottle of wine and some vodka getting to her. He didn’t like how she teetered around the edge. “Maybe there isn’t a way for me to fix you, but maybe we can be broken together?”

She shook her head. She felt like Inspector Javert in Les Mis, trailing the edge of the bridge, debating whether or not it was worth it to keep going. “You all deserve better than me, and I’m too selfish to leave… I don’t know what other options there are.” Sam glanced at the street, so far below her, and shuttered, leaning back again. Javert has his life saved by ValJean, and still decided to throw it all away rather than be wrong. Sam couldn’t help but feel his suicide a bit foolish, comparatively.

Marc took the body. “There is no better than you, Brightside. You’re all I want, you’re all I need, you’re everything…” He tried, for the sake of keeping calm, not to cry. Marc Spector didn’t cry, not hardly ever. But when he was so close to losing her…

Sam scoffed. “There is so much better than me.”

Jake saw it before any of the others, the teeter that went too far. Whether it was intentional and she was jumping, or the alcohol had taken its toll, it didn’t matter. Jake lunged for her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and another as she tried to break free and push herself off. That was intentional. “STOP!” She screamed as they collapsed backwards on the floor of the roof, Sam fighting and screaming to get out of their grasp as Marc took the body. “LET GO!” Sam was in hysterics, no longer fighting to live, but fighting to die. “IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME GO!” She shrieked at the top of her lungs, begging him to give up, let her go, let her die. But Marc never would.

Eyed pinched closed as his heart shattered for Sam, he wrapped her up the way he had done so many times before, only this time he hooked his legs around hers and grabbed her hands, his significantly stronger body keeping her in place. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like trapping her or holding her against her will, but he couldn’t let go, not when he had almost seen her push herself off the roof. She continued fighted even as she ran out of ‘let me go please, let me go’ was her unholy repetition, one that Marc will surely hear in his nightmares from then on. But as long as she was there, as long as he could hold her hand when he woke up at night the way she held his, he’d be okay.

He squeezed her hands. Left, Right, left, right, until she started to calm down. Marc felt her chest starting to heave.

“Are you going to throw up?” He asked.

“Why…” she panted, suddenly very, very, tired. “Why would I throw up?” She asked with a condescending air despite the obvious signs. 

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because that’s what you always do when you panic?” He said sardonically, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Or maybe, because of the vodka you were drinking straight?” 

“Oh fuck” She mumbled.

Marc moved quickly, getting her up on her knees and trying to keep her short hair back. Unlike previous times where he simply made a make-shift ponytail, this time he had to practically make a headband with both hands to stop her short, layered hair from falling in her face. Her body shook with violent heaves as Sam threw up her half-digested dinner. Vegan burritos that Steven made. Her favorite. She might never eat one again.

When she seemed done, Marc pulled her back, arm coming back to her waist as he rested against the generator. There they sat in a long silence, Marc’s usual position returned. His hold on her was no longer desperate and fearful, his legs no longer keeping her in place. Sam rested her head against Marc’s chest as she curled up in his arms. Marc started first. “I’m sorry” Came the apology. Sam knew he would do that eventually, about something.

She groaned. “What for.”

“For last night.” He said as if it was obvious.

Sam laughed dryly, borderline mocking. “Are you kidding me, Marc? What could you possible be sorry for, giving me an orgasm?

Marc didn’t appreciate that. “Sam, I fucked you, then you tried to kill yourself!”

Marc… Please stop, I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself

You don’t have to carry the entire world. It’s doesn’t all have to rest on you

Sam rolled her eyes with her whole head. “Oh for fucks sack, Marc, stop! Steven did most of the fucking and you know it!”

Sam’s back

“Not everything thing is about you! And I know, I know that’s hypocritical of me to say, seeing as I make everything about me, all the time” Her initial point was lost, the drunken rambling taking over. “I know I’m not the center of the universe…” She reached back to feel his face; Marc leaned into her touch. “But you keep spinning ‘round me just the same…”

Marc burr tied his face in her new haircut, the smell so distinctly her, despite the salon shampoo “You’re the center of my universe. Our universe. Sam, you are our center of gravity, our nucleus pulling us in, together…”

Sam felt tears pickling in her eyes as she settled further into him, Marc wrapping his arms tighter. “I’m tired. I just… I can’t keep doing this, Marc. I’m fucking exhausted.”

“I know, Sam, I know. But I promise, it will get better. I know it will.”

“How?”

He sighed. “I was going to kill myself, years ago. Things were… really bad. I didn’t think they could be fixed. But I was given a second chance. And I made a lot of mistakes along the way, but things did get better. I’m at a place now that I never thought I could be.”

A dry laugh. “This is better for you?”

He returned it with a small laugh. “Well, maybe not right now. I can’t stand seeing you like this. But overall, yeah. I’m much happier with you, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.”

A small smile crept on her face. She turned to look at him “Even dealing with my family?”

Marc tried to brush the hair from her face, remembering now that she had bangs and that was the point. “Even if it means putting up with Jake.” He felt Sam laugh at that. “I mean it, Brightside, I won’t stop him from fronting anymore, I’ll stop being a dick, and if you love him and you want to date him too-”

How many fucking times do I gotta tell you, pendejo-

Now Sam was really laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

She was still giggling. As much as Marc was confused, he was happy to hear her laugh. She could laugh at him all she wanted as long as she was laughing.

“Marc, you know how you, me, and Steven have nicknames for each other? Steven calls me sweetheart, you call me brightside, I call Steven Sunshine and you, Starlight?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you never noticed what Jake calls me?”

Marc was still confused. “Mija and manita”

“Do yoooouuuu know what those mean?” The alcohol making her toy with him.

Marc shrugged. “I just figured they were his flirty spanish nicknames.”

Sam look up at the love of her life, beaming. “I can’t believe you don’t know Spanish”

“I know some!” He defended, planting a kiss of her forehead. “You gonna tell me what they mean?”

“My daughter and little sister, Marc. He’s like a brother to me. That’s it. Okay?”

It suddenly fucking made sense.

Do you beleive me when I say I care about her?

For once, Marc did.

Can I talk to her, mate?

“Steven wants to talk, is that okay?”

She nodded, feeling sleepy in his arms.

“Hello love” Steven took off his jacket and pulled it on her like a blanket. Despite the warmth of the alcohol, she was shivering. “Gave us quite a scare there, thought we lost you.”

“m’sorry, Sunshine. I love you. I don’t wanna leave you guys, I’m just… I’m tired”

Steven started to massage her scalp, lulling her to sleep after the dreadful evening. “I know, Sweetheart. I know.”

“I just don’t know how I’m supposed to wait years for things to get better. I’m exhausted now.”

Steven thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “Mary’s First Communion is next month, yeah?” Steven appealed to Sam’s love of her siblings.

“Yeah…”

“So maybe… maybe you don’t have to stay alive forever. Just try to make it through next month so you can see her and your family for that?” He suggested.

Sam considered this proposition. “Then what?”

“Then, well then you graduate in May! So you can just hold out another month to see all your hard work pay off.”

“Then what?”

“Then… then we’ll find the next thing, then the next thing, then the next, until it’s better. We’ll take it a little bit at a time.”

“Okay… thatsoundsgood.” The words meshed together and she was nearly asleep in his arms. “I love you, Steven with a V”

“And I love you, Just Sam.”

Jake?

Yeah?

Thank you… and… I’m sor-

You’re welcome, hermano.

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I genuinely appreciate y'all reading so, so much. 3 chapters left. I swear things are on the up and up now. It's gonna be okay. Sam is gonna be okay. Marc, Jake, and Steven are gonna be okay.

Promise.

I think I wanna do a bonus chapter from either Chris or Jessica's perspective, which would y'all prefer?

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LET’S TALK ABOUT JAKE LOCKLEY.

I have seen a lot of talk about the “right way” of representing Jake Lockley and about Marc being the “true” and “only” violent alter or identity/mask (if you are talking about the early issues) so, I kinda want to give my opinion or better said, opinions.

First opinion is that we can have both, Marc and Jake, being violent protectors or just violent people. Like Jake “becoming” THE violent alter in Bemis’ run did not take away anything away from Marc. It didn’t feel like Marc’s edge was taken away from him even though Jake was the one given the “role” of going through the worst times in Marc’s life.

In the show Marc is still his violent self and has the mercenary background, and it is a background that hasn’t been explored enough so there might be a lot to discover yet. Also, not to be that person but people who like and dislike Jake “being violent” in the show are kind of missing the point with Jake killing Harrow.

Like, did we watch the same show? Harrow is a mass murderer; he killed a man just because he could when he found the scarab a second time and had a massive god complex that didn’t allow him to see the fact that Khonshu wasn’t the sole reason he took the path of “kill for what you might do in the future because waiting for justice isn’t enough”.

MCU Jake Lockley did the world a favour when he killed Harrow, and just so I don’t forget, Harrow shamed and tried to kill both Marc and Steven so I don’t see how Jake killing Harrow makes him “an ultra-violent person” or “a villain”. So, yeah, I think that Jake might have acted out of need to protect his alters or just protect the world from both Harrow and Ammit.

Now for my second opinion. Marc being the most violent one and him fronting as often as he does is something that only MacKay has been able to pull off. At the very start Marc Spector was the most violent and someone who was seen as absolute filth, I am not making this up, Steven and Jake hated Marc Spector. Whenever Marc has been on the front for a long time his mercenary past is hidden away more or just handled as lightly as it can be, like Lemire did.

Bemis’ Jake felt right to me (in terms of violence) when it was explained in panel that the retcon didn’t take away from Marc’s violent past but also added Jake as an alter that was there to protect Marc whenever stuff got off the rails enough to shake Marc’s foundation. I didn’t see it as anything bad for Jake, to be honest, I think it added a little something else.

For a third opinion, I would say that the “old” Jake Lockley coming back is amazing, his old role was working with the working, street and just day to day people. He had many friends who gave him lots of information that was more than useful for Moon Knight business and all that. So, now him being the one that “gave” the system friends and has built a net of information through “degenerates, dirtbags and delinquents” is fantastic BUT it still doesn’t make it impossible for him to also be the man that takes charge when shit goes south real fast.

I know that that last idea is kinda conflicting with what happens in another panel in the last Moon Knight issue (Marc fronting right after Jake gets hit by one of his foes) but Jake working with dubious people kinda suggests that he needs to know how to protect himself too. In fact, Steven used to be perfectly capable of defending himself too so, either of them “not being as violent” as Marc does not suggest that they can’t win a fight on their own.

In the end I guess that the point of this post is to offer a middle ground of sorts? We can perfectly have these two alters being violent and protectors of the system. Marc’s mercenary past hasn’t been taken away from him in order to give Jake “and edge”.

Along those lines I would like to say that the difference I have seen between Marc and Jake’s violence and roles in modern comics is that the violence and need to protect has been shown differently. Jake’s violence and protective role comes out when his alters, family or friends are in danger, he protects those he cares about (and he cares about a lot of people) but not on a superhero kind of level. Marc on the other hand uses his violence and is protective of those who are close to him (like in this run with the Midnight Mission) but also with everyone else, he is the protector of the travellers of the night, he uses everything that he has to protect whomever he deems vulnerable.

Modern Marc Spector, is to me, the closest we have gotten to early comics Moon Knight. A hero meant to do good because it is what’s right and because he wants to help and protect those who are seeking justice and vengeance.

I think that both MacKay’s run and the MCU show will bring new things to Jake’s character. MacKay hasn’t necessarily rejected the newest Jake “takes” so there might be much more to his fake moustached man… who knows?

Also… one of the reasons why people find MCU’s Jake hot is because of Oscar Isaac not because of the “bang bang kill kill” but if people like him for that then that makes sense too because we saw him for less than a minute and all he did was kill Harrow and look cool while doing it.

[ragnell]

I'm not an advocate of "everything in Moon Knight might be in Marc's head" takes outside of the Lemire run, but I read the first half of the Bemis run and I'm gonna go ahead and say we can't strictly trust anything in this run.

I do think it's happened, but the Undead Frenchie part establishes Marc is not a reliable narrator here, that his mind is playing tricks on him in a lot of things. So we have to take certain things with a grain of salt.

I am, of course, talking about the Jake portrayal. In the second issue, Jake fronts and is very violent. He blinds a guy. He describes himself as "Imagine that [Marc] took all the worst parts of himself and let them fuse into a living person." Marc has to tell him "You can't kill anyone." Later, when Marc and Jake have a fight in headspace because the Truth told him Jake was hiding something, Jake describes himself as "sliced off from [Marc's] personality" and "thrown to addicts and criminals."

This is also the issue Khonshu calls Jake "that other one," and the indications are it's about the violence.

Thing is... after the Diatrice thing comes out? Marc is not that mad. That panel of him turning into a monster and yelling for Jake? That's IT. There's no fighting about it after, no huge confrontation after. Marc finds out in the middle of a huge problem and just focuses on taking care of the danger, and after that, there's no fighting.

Marlene's description of Jake as "missing something" and as someone she couldn't stand? Comes under duress from the Sun King, who is forcing her to tell Marc that she's been dating him [the Sun King] for months. TSK has set this all up as way to get at Marc, and causing a problem between Marc and Jake is part of it so we can't really trust Marlene's story here as anything but words designed to make Jake look terrible.

The famous fight between Marc and Jake in headspace? Comes before that, and it's because Jake's keeping a secret. Once the secret comes out, they don't even go on about it. (Plus, there's no indication Steven doesn't know.)

And Khonshu, while a bit cold to Jake, is not treating him like a monster. Really, it seems Khonshu's problem with Jake is that Jake is a skeptic. "Do you believe in nothing?" he asks a few issues later, before the three decide on Diatrice as what they believe in (Steven having as much faith here as Jake does, suggesting Steven may have developed a bond too and may have known.)

Jake is not actually excessively violent, though he pokes Marc abut "not killing" The Sun King which actually makes me worried Marc has killed the Sun King. Steven does not come off as narcissistic and decadent, even though Khonshu describes him as such at the beginning of the second issue in the same monologue he calls Jake "that other one."

But I think I know what's going on here, well, aside from a writer who doesn't have a good handle on the alters. This follows Lemire's run. Lemire's run separates the alters and distills them to their function in the system in their plots.

Steven is an emotional guardian for Marc in his fantasy about being a movie producer. He has a volatile lead actor named Marc Spector, and his girlfriend Marlene keeps telling him needs to control the production and not let Marc take over. Jake is a superhero with a cabbie secret identity, watchful protector of the city, and is driven by his need to protect others.

When the alters reunite, Jake is the one who tries to stop Marc from trying to dissolve and integrate the others. Marc accuses Jake of being too unpredictable and too violent, and says he should be in control--basically what Marlene was telling Steven about Marc. When Marc's integration attempt fails, it's Jake who shows up to save Marc in the Othervoid scenes, and Jake who starts speaking in a reassuring manner. When Marc is remembering the desert, Jake and Steven again show up, and Jake is the one who tells him to rest.

Marc has clearly for some reason started projecting on Jake. He's put his own past violence on Jake in the Lemire run and it continues into the Bemis run. I believe this is because he knows Jake is keeping a secret from him and has stopped trusting him.

Jake, on the other hand, is presented as a system protector and potentially a Gatekeeper. So a gatekeeper is an alter that controls switch or access to front, access to an internal world or certain areas within it, or access to certain alters or memories.

Jake can definitely traverse the internal world more easily than anyone else in the Lemire run. When Steven almost crosses leaves his fantasy, it's done by getting into Jake's cab and Jake is the one warning him that his destination (the asylum, Marc's fantasy) is dangerous. When the fantasies do finally crash together, Jake's cab goes to Captain Spector. Jake starts moving from his fantasy to being an actor in Steven's film studio. Only after Jake's moved a few times does Steven start moving. When Jake gets a handle on what's going on, he shows up in the Overvoid with no indication of how, followed by Steven and Captain Spector.

And in the Bemis run, Jake hides the existence of Diatrice from Marc. Which would almost certainly mean controlling access to the memories.

(That's in the comics. In the show of course, it's established that Jake can take over the body whenever he wants so it's entirely possible he controls access to the front.)

Point is, though, with Jake--who has more admin privileges in the system than Marc--hiding things and Marc not trusting Jake, we can't really trust the details of the Bemis run even as we accept the events happened mostly as well see them.

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

This is dark but do you think Comics!MK have any surviving extended family or is he truly the last of his family?

I like to think he has cousins but their parents didn't flee to America like Elias did so he hardly sees them

MCU Marc doesn't talk to family for very different reasons obviously

I got an ask!

Now this is a truly difficult question to answer for a lot of reasons, but I will do my best!

Comics Moon Knight has a LOT of re-writes. Moench only included Randall in Marc's known family. He was killed off before Moon Knight even had his own official comic (See the Incredible Hulk appearance, which I will review someday in the hopefully not too distant future). We don't get a lot of references to Randall in Moench's run after that. Like at all. In fact, there is so little discussed about Marc's family in Moench's OG run that I'm pretty sure that people forgot about his brother all together unless Marvel decided they needed to do something and then we got a quick "Oh yeah and then this happened" moment.

Zelenetz gave us Elias Spector and more of a family backstory. We got the story of how their mother died when he was very young, which is going to be retconned later on in Lemire's run when we see his father dying much earlier in Marc's life and his mother still being alive. We get no mention of Randall in this. There are a lot of people at the Shiva/Funeral, but since Elias was a prominent figure in their community (Rabbi), it's hard saying who is family and who is community.

As far as I am currently aware (I haven't dived through ALL the comics in a VERY long time and my re-read is slow and steady), no other family has ever shown up or is mentioned.

HISTORY LESSON!!! (TW Holocaust)

Elias Spector, as noted by Zelenetz, is from Czechoslovakia. Those of you that got a bit more of a history lesson than what they bothered to toss at you in high school, may recognize that this country has been through A LOT. So much so that it has been split, reunited, renamed, taken over, given independence, divided, and renamed and split over and over and over again.

It is safe to assume that his family lived there for a few generations. It's hard to say when they arrived there, but Jewish history is…strife with certain parts of Europe inviting Jewish people in then going "Just kidding" and kicking them out (or killing them) immediately afterwards.

And with the history of Czechoslovakia's REPEATED wars and revolutions and divides…. Who knows the history of the Spectors of if they all settled there or if they had been divided over time.

But what we DO know…

According to a census. In 1921, the Jewish population was 354,342. In 1946 it was 55,000. This was not because they decided to move.

The numbers continued to drop. By 1990, it was 7,800.

The German occupation started in 1930 and was not a pretty picture from the start. In 1939, the Jewish population realized this was not going to go well and desperately started to get out, but 78,000 had already been killed. Many were sent to surrounding camps where Typhus epidemics along with brutal conditions started to wipe them out even before 'the final solution' was put into action. Getting dark here: of the 15,000 CHILDREN that were sent to Auschwitz, only 93 came back.

In 1948, Communist Russia took over. Russia does not have a good history with their Jewish population.

In fact, the 40 year period of this occupation is called "Communist Holocaust". Jewish people were forbidden from practicing their religion and Jewish leaders were forced to leave, convert, or die. Children were prohibited from learning their own culture or religious practices.

So do I think that Moon Knight has any cousins surviving in Europe that didn't flee to America like Elias did?

It is with a very heavy heart that I have to given an honest answer: No.

Is it possible that maybe some of the family left with Elias and came to America or went to England? Maybe. Possibly some made it to Denmark or one of the few places that tried to help get a few out. But if they stayed in any of the countries that were occupied, I don't think they made it. And this may have given another reason behind Marc's anger at his father's unwillingness to do anything about the anti-antisemitism that he witnessed.

Perhaps Marc saw the children with extended family and wondered why he didn't have any. Or why they had no pictures or why his mother and father wouldn't talk about those that were left behind.

If he DID happen to have ANY family that survived, Marc probably has no idea where they are or how to find them or who they are. After the Holocaust, the surviving Jewish population was so scattered and left without homes to return to. The countries that they had fled did not welcome them back. Many didn't want to go back. It has only really been recently with the modernization of the internet that efforts have been made for survivors to reach out and try to find out what happened to their families.

With their father and mother gone, I wonder how much about his family Marc actually knew. The REAL question is: Would Marc, Jake, or Steven make an effort to try to reach out? Would they want to find survivors? Would they feel guilty? Would they be able to even talk with the surviving family? Would they want to?

I don't think Marc would. I think this is one more burden on his shoulders and he doesn't want to be a dark shadow on the surviving family tree. I think Steven would be curious and attempt to dig up records to find out what happened to his father's town or people, but I don't think he'd reach out. Jake doesn't travel. Jake's home and people are New York. I think his soft heart would feel the loss too much to want to know. But I do think that if he found any family living in New York, he'd wander by to say hello.

That being said: What about their daughter? Is she being raised Jewish? Marlene certainly is not Jewish. Or at least she was never given that designation in any of the comics that I can recall or in Moench's run. Even if she is not being raised Jewish, perhaps she would be the one to reach out. A generation reaching out to another to find answers and connection. And maybe through her, it would bring the Moon Knight system back to their own connections.

I can see Jake curiously looking at pictures of grandparents and aunts and uncles and saying "Look I have my Great Uncle's mustache!" only to be reminded that his mustache is very much a fake mustache and him quipping back that he has the same taste at least. I can also see Steven being delighted to trace his roots back and saying "The Spectors are survivors." I think even Marc might be able to sit down with his daughter and recall stories he had heard growing up about the town his family comes from and the people there.

And that does bring me a bit of optimism and hope. That they can share good things about a past that they used to look at and find only pain in. That maybe it would finally let them talk about it when it was something they couldn't talk about growing up. A way for him to say "I have generational trauma, but at least I can start to let it heal through my daughter."

SO.... That's a really long answer to your question, and maybe not the one you were looking for... But it's honest and probably more than Marvel will ever give us (I fear what Marvel might do to the history if they tried).

Thanks for asking!

[tiptapricot]

Moon Knight Liveblog thoughts, The Friendly Type

I love this opening scene w Layla but who is the lady truly like

How did they get to know each other bc she sorta acts like a mom but also not rlly n also she isn’t credited as such

Marshmallows :-)

Layla ilysm

I wish this scene didn’t have music almost bc the asmr would b amazing

LAYLA DOES YHE FACE PICKY THING IRL NOT JUST AS A DUAT NURSE OGHGGHGG

HER STIMMMMINGHGGGGGGGH

She also works her lips a lot

THIS LOGO SONG YESSSSSSSS

Episode two w the boring ass normal music should step up

Marc Jumpy Guy Spector

The way he’s running so fast n then is just already late lol

“Owh shit :-/“

“Oh wow”

“Ooo we dancin we fightin what we gonna do”

The slap… THIS FIGHT FUCKS

Love the musicCCC GOD

The dynamic vibes slap so hard ahhHgGghh

Marc looks great disheveled too

Jake just stepping in like “lol sorry guys don’t go after me or I’ll kill you” *gets in a cab*

MARC USED STEVENS ACCENT I THINK WHEN HE ASKS WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME???

“Just let us go man 😟”

Marc Jumpy Guy Spector again

He looks so dumb when he runs

These poor bystanders

“Mahc… that’s enough”

Jake moment again woooooo!!!!

Also knowing the changes when the camera pans between Marc n reflections is practical n Oscar doing it in real time makes this ep even MORE FUCKING EPIC

The pause before “he’s just a kid” n then seeing Marc push all ot it away

God

We don’t talk enough about that moment jfc

Khonshu’s neck black hole lmao

“Anger them enough… and they will enact a hate crime on my fruity ass”

*Does a gay little eclipse that pisses you off*

Literally the limp wrist moment is the next scene

Also Khonshu is so stupid he’s so dumb he’s like “we gotta b perfect haha no I won’t tell you anything or prepare anything byyyye”

“Ohhh I’ll be there 😏”

Steven is… I love him “Oh my days” what if I kissed u huh??? On the nog?

YATZIIIIIILLLLL her voice is so nice

“Ok…. Cool” Marc interacting w ppl makes him sound so funny

“The only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain” Marc that’s…. Really funny

JUST TELL HIM HES GONNA B POSESSED DUDE STOP LEAVING HIM IN THE DARK

The trial scene makes me fucking feral

“We despise your garishness” STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC

OSCARS ACTING IN THIS SCENE MARC LOOKING MORE AND MORE AWARE AND AFRAID OF WHATS HAPPENING GODDDD

THE TEAR

IM NOT OK IM NOT OK ALSO THE LIGHTING IS RLLY NICE

The little whispered “fuck” Marc I’m so sorrry I love you

Arthur Crunchy Feet Harrow coming out of the gate swinging w the ableism

Harrow shut up shut up shut up shut up

Marc’s poor body

Watching them blur here is ridiculous like they’re both being triggered but I think it’s Marc that breaks through n tries to punch harrow bc u hear him say stop n Khonshu say shut up

HARROW SHUT THE FUCK UP I WANNA KILL YOU

“We will not tolerate violence” oh I see tolerating ableism n verbal attacks but not physical ones I see I see also HARROW I HATE YOU

Marc…. Looks so fucking…. In disbelief and so wrecked and so sweaty and teary and vulnerable his voice cracking and he’s scared and he’s scared of harrow for te power he has over him god this fuvking scene I’m not ok

What other memories is this echoing what other experiences is this mirroring where he wasn’t believed and was yelling to listen but no one did bc he was written off for being seen as lesser

And Marc feels as if he’s lost after, as if not being normal cost him everything. His brain and his struggles and that being weapon used like always causing him to lose

THE MUSIC FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

He went back for his hat :-)

Marc failing at an interaction… felt

LAYLA YESSS

BOAT SCENE BOAT SCENE YESS

Layla u are glowing get his ASS

“Copy that” you military ass guy I love you

Layla finger fiddling again

SALKAAAAAA

I need to see their wedding

I’m getting goosebumps I love them the like emotional tension here n Layla has the power

“It… doesn’t matter” the way his voice breaks

AND HIS FINGERS AUTOMATICALLY OPEN WHEN LAYLA TAKES THEM N HE FIDDLES W THEM I LOVE YHEM I LOVE YHEM OK INLOVE THEM

The way he gives her her hands back n pats them like giving the affection back, returning it bc he doesn’t need it

Layla in a ponytail somehow almost changes her character to me she just looks like like she just looks she LOOKS SHE LOOKSSSS

What happened between Layla n Mogart I wanna see the drama

Marc fails a social interaction part 2, electric boogaloo

Layla just like “o baby no”

Marc just not knowing shit ab Egyptian stuff is so funny n then Steven’s like that one tik tok meme

“I receive: the body. You receive: the info you need”

“He’s praying” IS SUCH AN OVERLOOKED LINE

Steven n Marc bantering my loves

Let Marc say fuck

Mogart I hate you

The way Marc can’t act when harrow is there…. The trauma from the trial still so fresh and that power imbalance and uncomfortability freezing him

“You piece a shit..” real

Also w Marc being unable to act, it’s also after he starts turning Layla against him and it’s just the same and he just can’t he can’t you can see a shot of his face that almost looks identical to the trial

It’s like a silent panic attack

But then harrow leaves n he can breathe again

THIS FIGHT SCENE MY BELOVEDDDTGE CAPE IN A MOON SHAPE SHEILDING LAYLA

“Buy me some time” “I can do that :-)”

Also the music AGAIN

MARC RUNNING THROUGH THE FUCKING FENCE IS SO FUNNY HE DOESNT EVEN JUMP JUST ZOOP

Marc growling… baby you are neurodivergent ily

“Thas it… alright that’s it that’s it time out!”

“Take… the body… take the body take the body Marc”

Lol get stabbed

Imagine seeing ur husband get impaled

LAYLA W THE KNIFE NECKLACE I LOVE HER I LOVE HER

“LAYLAAA!!”

The grab n roll is sOOOO satisfyinGGGG

“Tik tok marc spector” shut UP

“Aigh… I really liked that jacket… o wel”

Marc in da car call that Carc

He has nice shoulders

Bologna :-)

Marc just breaking internally n pushing her away the scene where they’re driving makes me weep they’re just tearing at the seams n both so sad but also angry

Marc getting upset easily felt felt

Some of Khonshu’s neck tendrils r taught into his neck n some just dangle lol

THE AWITCH W THE CAR MIRROR that’s the scene that got me to watch actually I saw it on Instagram n was like ohhHh

Steven’s eyelashes n the way he looks at Layla adoringly

“Egyptians invented modern.. navigation” baby you are so cute

“It’s French” LAYLAS LAUGH

They’re both so pretty they need to kiss

Watching this scene after that one comic ab Layla not knowing why it’s not working hits diff I love her

Khonshu sad scene….

His voice is so deep and soft….

The stars r fucking beautiful

This scene gives me goosebumps

Layla has a scrape on her shoulder

THIS SCENE THIS SCENE THIS SCENE OF TURNING THE STARD BACK AGHGGGHHGGGGHHHHHGHHHHHGHHJJHHGGHHHHGGHJJHGGUHJHGGHHJJ

God it’s so pretty it’s so pretty I’m out of my mind it’s so pretty I’m in space I’m eating wood

Khonshu dying hurts why does it hurt the way he yells and crumples n the suit breaks away and the bones snap and shatter and he groans in pain and Steven can feel it and feel it leaving him and he reaches out to Khonshu as he dissolved into dust, desperate and scared and so sad and then just goes totally limp… the tie severed from the body for the first time in a decade and the immediate mystical biological whiplash

*ahem* Harrow…. I hate you. Also stop having crunchy toes.

This episode slaps so hard everyone else shut up yes I like it more than the tomb which comes next and it’s bc SO MUCH HAPPENS AND ITS PACED SO WELL

YESSSSSSS THIS ENDING THEME WHY DO ALL OF THEM FUCK SO HARD YESSSS

[midnightmissionarchives]

Werewolf by Night Issue 33

Encryption status: decrypted

Opening files...

Now for the thrilling conclusion of Marc Spector's first ever appearance as he does battle with the fearsome werewolf, better known as, Jack Russell.

Let's dive in! This is a long one so buckle up!

When last we left off Marc was hoping to avoid the authorities after he had successfully subdued the beast...or so he thinks! (as if the cover of the comic doesn't give it away).

One thing I'd like to mention before getting in too deep. While Marc was fighting the werewolf near the end of the last issue, Frenchie had gone to locate Jack's sister. So like a gentleman...he lands on the roof of their building, kicks in the window, and asks Topaz and Lissa which one was which and if they didn't want to answer...they would both have to go with him. What a classy man.

Kinda makes me wonder if Marc planned to split the money with him...

I can ask the boss later.

Moving on!

Pretty funny how the police were shocked the caped weirdo with a helicopter didn't do as they were told and stopped trying to get away. I'm sure they weren't but...still.

You can really tell the kind of relationship Marc and Frenchie have by the way Marc sasses him.

Even back in his first appearance, Marc is pretty dramatic and sassy (don't tell him I said that...he might has the Mission get me stuck in a loop or something). He's just so clever with his words like "you stupid idiot".

Of course Jack is no idiot, the werewolf just doesn't like being captured and still is pretty angry at this weird guy that's been beating him up all night.

Moon Knight and the werewolf are thrown from the ladder and into the waters below, narrowly missing the pier. After exchanging a few blows under water, Marc manages to drag the, as he calls him, "mangy freak" up onto the dock. Now back on dry land, the werewolf takes his chance and goes for Moon Knight again.

With being so close to the water while trying to fight each other the two end up in the water a couple more times all while Marc tried to "pound" into the werewolf's head that he's to be taken alive. The last time Marc pulls himself from the water he struggles to catch his breath, but doesn't have much time as the werewolf is right behind him and has the Moon Knight at his mercy...but doesn't have a chance to reap his reward as the night slowly fades to the day causing him to turn back into the human, Jack Russell, right before Marc's eyes much to his disbelief.

Hearing someone approach, Marc thinks it might be the cops, but no it's a presumably homeless drunk that is just taking an unsteady stroll along the pier, leaving after advising Marc that him and his friend shouldn't be swimming in the polluted waters.

And you know what this absolute dork does? Now remember everyone, this version of Marc was merely a hired hand to hunt down the werewolf. He was told "wear this suit and call yourself this silly name when you go and get this monster", he does not at this time have any real attachments to any moon god or anything...

But this dork goes and says this...

This guy who's only been "Moon Knight" for what? Maybe 24hrs?? If that!! is saying things like "thank the moon". He lives for the drama and he is feeling this masked identity.

Even the committee guy is like, "wow, you've really committed to the bit haven't you?"

On a more somber note, a couple panels before we learn that due to the extensive damage Jack had done to his best friend, Buck, while he was the werewolf has unfortunately put him in a coma. He did wake briefly and muttered Jack's name as well as Button's mom's name, Elaine. Buck Elaine had apparently only been out on one date.

Now...back to the committee and Jack's fate...

The committee was indeed stalling all day because they were trying to wait until night time to see if Jack would transform. It's then we learn that the committee intends to use Jack as a sort of weapon when he's transformed into the werewolf to kill political/business rivals and really anyone else that would get in their way. And once they determine which of the girls is Jack's sister they intend to do the same with her, presumably.

Jack turns his attention to Moon Knight calling him out for his role in all this, asking him if he's shocked to find out he's just a normal guy the rest of the month. He then emphasizes his plight by saying that being a werewolf is a far worse cage then the bars he's currently trapped in. And with that, night falls and Jack is transformed yet again into the werewolf, much to the committee's shock, horror, and satisfaction.

But Marc doesn't seem to happy with his job well done...

Even from the very beginning, Marc has always had a good sense for what was right. Sure he's a mercenary doing odd jobs for money, but when faced with real injustice he can't seem to be content with just standing by and washing his hands of it.

So he unleashes the werewolf. As it turns out the werewolf only has one target in mind...the man who caused him so much pain...Moon Knight. But, Marc isn't going to go down so easily. Knocking a gun out of one of the frightened committee member's hands and dodging the werewolf, sending him flying into another committee member, Marc remembers the girls and how they're practically sitting ducks. With practiced aim, he throws his moonarangs, cutting them free and urges them to run to safety, ensuring that Jack would be fine.

Together, Moon Knight and the werewolf take out each member of the committee, including the fatso leader.

With that, issue 32 of Werewolf by Night comes to a close. Jack is off to do werewolf things, Marc pocketed 10 grand and got a cool new suit and moon obsession out of it. Overall, I'd call this a win.

Alright everyone. If you made through this file, you're a trooper. It was long for sure, but a lot of action and character related things happened in this issue that it was hard to trim the fat, so to speak.

I think with this issue we really start to get a better idea of the character "Marc Spector" that was taking shape, like a figure solidifying in the fog. In issue 32 we learned about who Marc was on a surface level, but in issue 33 we start to get more a sense of who he is. We get a sense that he's not some greedy meat head who's only driving force is money. He's someone that can and does care about innocent people and doing what's right and just. Jack was never really his enemy, he was just a target to be aquired and once Marc learned just what was instore for Jack, it just didn't sit right with him. And yeah, kidnapping Lissa and Topaz isn't a good look, but him and Frenchie had no intentions of hurting them and when the moment came Marc made sure they could get away to safety.

I'm interested to see how the character begins to grow and develop from here, especially once the "personas" (that's how they seemed at the time) of Jake and Steven get introduced.

Even this very rough simple form of "Marc Spector" is still a very complex character, or at least shows the great potential to be a complex character.

Thank you for joining me as we dive into the archives. Hope you enjoyed the read! We may skip around a bit with the next files that are being decrypted, maybe something a little more recent.

See you then!

[savagelandman]

My interpretation of the artistic journey that Marvel's Phase 4 has led us through.

The Stages of Grief. The characters grieving for those they lost and the world they lost with it. Society in the mcu with never be the same and these characters now have to live within it, and us, the audience grieving alongside them while we navigate this new evolving wolrd. R.I.P. Stan, Chadwick, T'challa, Tony, Nat, Steve, Vision, Gamora.

Denial - Wandavision, The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Loki

Anger - Shang Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Bargaining - Eternals, Moon Knight, Spider-Man: No Way Home

Depression - Hawkeye, Thor: Love and Thunder

Acceptance - Ms. Marvel, She-Hulk, Wakanda Forever

Wanda creates a fictional reality in denial of her dead lover after no one was there to help her process the trauma. Sam is in denial about Steve being gone so he gives the shield up thinking there can't be another Captain America. Only to find out there was another, and he was a black man still living in denial of his past. Every Loki is in denial about his own fate in the universe so much so at the end of time they are the only thing left standing.

Shang Chi struggles with the anger he feels for the loss of his mother and towards the way his father treated him. We see Wanda lash out in rage about everything she's lost after being manipulated by an ancient evil in a desperate attempt to get it back.

The Eternals are bargaining with their decisions not to step in to help humanity to stop the snap and their own fate in the universe as well as Earth's in the grand celestial ecosystem. Marc Spector attempts to regain control of his own mind by negotiating with Steven and Konshu about his own childhood trauma and later his own death and resurrection. Peter Parker tried to have it all as Goblin put it. He tried and tried to bargain his way out of his mistakes before ultimately accepting responsibility for his actions.

Clint is struggling with the loss of Natasha while he closes himself off to everyone around him including himself, saying Ronin is dead when he truly hasn't been put to rest yet, and not allowing himself to get close to Kate as she keeps pushing him. Thor is facing the depression of all his losses and so turns to isolation in a chance to self reflect while using self deprecation as a coping mechanism for feeling like a failure while he blames himself for the weight of the universe. While Jane suffers depression from her cancer and she turns to self harm and self sacrifice to help the people of Earth and Asgard in her final days even though it is actively hurting her and eventually killing her to do so, but she continues.

Kamala struggles to accept her place in the world as a Jinn/Pakistani Teenage American immigrant Superhero Mutant but ultimately overcomes all of that with the help of the people of New Jersey accepting her as their new hero. It's only been one episode but we all know Jen is going to easily come to acceptance with her place in the world as She Hulk and Wakanda Forever will be about accepting that a generation has passed on and a new generation is here with us whether we like it or not and they are going to fight their damn hardest to show to us all why they're worth being here, being heard, being seen and being proud of who they are.