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yourheart-inmyhands · 9 months

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Hiya! So I saw your request box is open again. In that case, I Hope you don't mind me requesting something.

You know how in pretty much all the Archon Fics it's said that Reader is much weaker than the Archon obsessed with them? Well what if that wasn't the case, and by some miracle reader is actually more powerfull than the Archons?

Sorry if it didn't make much sense, you have the right to ignore this Ask if you don't want to write for it.

- 🐶 anon

i love this idea so much! i can't really see a case where they would be stronger than the Archons unless it was a situation much like travelor but i didn't wanna copy that so i hope you enjoy! :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, obsessive behaviors, mentions of violence against reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti doesn’t care how much stronger you think you are then him, he’s got the real power here. He’s fought in wars, raised hell like no other before him. He may not have been the first Anemo Archon, but there’s a reason he’s the one everyone talks about versus Decarabian, the original Anemo Archon. He’ll use any dirty trick or tactic to get you back under his control, disorienting you with wings so strong you can’t breathe, intense dreams that have you waking up in a cold sweat, even resorting to gaslighting you so intensely you could never imagine standing up to him.

“Oh dear, don’t you see it? You aren’t that strong. You’d have been worshiped like the beloved Archons if you were anyone with true power.” Venti smiles at you sweetly, a faint bitterness to his tone as he tries to calm you down. You had gone a little stir crazy after being locked in the apartment with him for so long, and he couldn’t blame you for it. But now he needed you to calm down, while he could use all the dirty tricks in the books to slow you down, he knew that if you caught on to his schemes and realized that you really did hold the power, him and everything he’d worked so hard for in this relationship would be over.

Yandere!Zhongli would be indifferent to your strength. Be as strong as you want, you’ll never be strong enough to break his shield. He’ll simply stand there, shield standing as strong and firm as it has been as you slowly tire yourself out, beating yourself black and blue against his impenetrable wall. He doesn’t need to fight you, you fight yourself enough every day trying to get away from him, but he’ll never let you leave.

“You really ought to stop this my sweet, you’re only making yourself look pathetic.” Zhongli’s soft, monotone voice reaches your ears as you slump to your knees in exhaustion. Your hands were bloody from all the fighting you had done, the vital fluid making a gently dripping noise as it hit the ground every so often. When Zhongli was certain you weren’t going to continue, your determination having worn down with your mortal flesh, he’ll disperse his shield, beginning on your medical care. “There we go my sweet, just relax, and remember. Humans bruise a lot easier than real gods.”

Yandere!Raiden has far too much battle experience under her belt to be so easily overpowered. Regardless of how much power you wield, it isn’t always about the strength but rather how you use it. She’ll continue to beat you in every battle, breaking down your pride and hope little by little as she knocks you off your feet, slashes against your skin, sends you flying across rooms, whatever it takes to show you who is superior here.

“You should give up already, you will never beat me. When you can slay beasts the size of islands perhaps then we can consider a real battle. You claim to hold so much power but what good is it if you cannot even utilize it?” Raiden’s voice has that same, eerie calmness to it as it always does. The way she carries herself as she walks slowly across the Plane of Euthymia, the chosen battlefield, holds that same, strange calmness to it. It’s almost as if she doesn’t find any threat in your attacks, not only dodging and deflecting them with ease, but also counter-attacking with the kind of expertise only someone centuries old could have. She didn’t secure her land in the Archon War by just swinging her sword about wildly, no, she fought like a proper expert should.

Yandere!Furina would be distraught internally. She may be the Hydro Archon but she has never fought in any grand wars or had any grand display of power to boast about. Her predecessor, Egeria, was the grandiose one, she was merely the replacement. She isn’t entirely sure how to keep you from leaving, oftentimes having to resort to getting help from Neuvillette to keep you contained.

“Neuvillette!” A shrill scream echoed through said dragon’s office, the doors slamming open as Furian waltzed in. “They got out again, I need your help.” A common occurrence as of late, with Furina being unwilling to fight her beloved head-on, she often resorted to pestering the long-haired male for help. Of course, once she got you home and secured again she’d flip her lid on you, but for now, her main focus was getting you there. The strategy as of late, one you hadn’t seemed to recognize yet, was that she would distract you with some petty argument, one that is often what resulted in you leaving in the first place, while Neuvillette sneaks up and knocks you out from behind. While this works for now, she knows she’ll eventually have to change it up, you are unfortunately smart.

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equallyshaw · 8 months

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my new york girl | adam fantilli

a fantilli x oc !

@tinafromny: new yorker in ohio part 1/?

4.5k likes, 209 comments.

|| @lhughes_06: im a meme...?

@tinafromny: yes sir u are 🦅

@edwards.73: am I a babygirl ?

@tinafromny: ew gross

@dylanduke25: the last one 🥺

@tinafromny: ik the carhartt .. so American

@adamfantilli: loml

@tinafromny: babygirl

@edwards.74: TINA

@tinafromny: ETHAN

@childrenoftheyost: we'll we get a tina from NY sighting soon?

@tinafromny: yknow it! have to see baby luca 🙈

@luca.fantilli: im not the baby...

@tinafromny: when you can grow a beard better than a...snap me

@luca.fantill: ADAM

@adamfantilli: ?

@gavin.brindley: baby luca 🫶🏻

@tina'sbff: Tina in ohio pt 1/1 u can never leave me again

@tinafromny: ummmmmmmm

@tina'sbff: she has a flight booked already i presume @adamfantilli

@adamfantilli: 🙃🙃

@parsonsny: Tina from ny is serving in the first and third 😌

@tinafromny: love y'all to jupitar and back !

@dylanduke25: did you have fun tho?

@tinefromny: its Ohio dyl...you cant possibly have fun in that state

@tylerduke: RUDE-- youre uninvited to the lake this summer

@alyssa_duke: wait but I like her??

@tinafromny: hi guys I went back (:

7.8k likes, 455 comments.

@lhughes_06: why everytime i come here i am abused

@tinafromny: because ur u and im me

@tinafromny: also ur an easy target

@dylanduke25: she said what she said

@gavin.brindley: the 4th is giving

@adamfantilli: its giving 'im running on 0 coffee this morning'

@Nolan_moyle: MOOSE

@seamscasey26: MOOSEY

@mackie.samo: he's passenger princess?

@tinafromny: yes bc he scares me when driving...as do all Canadians driving in this god for saken country

@tina'sbff: thats the new yorker in ya

@tinafromny: in the most brooklyn accent

@adamfantilli: passenger princess for life🥺

@lianabarzal: need u back in ny and get ur cute butt to long island

@tinafromny: omg babe yes -- im comin!

@adamfantilli: come back

@tinafromyny: I promise soon bubs

@nickblankenburg: pls do...he looks like a sad and wet puppy

@rutgetmcgroarty: the michigan hat...come back soon adam 🥺

@adamfantilli: soon!

@johnnyorlando: he's just ... ken (?) and youre barbie

@tinafromny: yeah and thats why he's not allowed inside my apt

@tina'sbff: he would moja doja house it so badly...

@tinafromny: we've already have enough rats in NY we don't need one inside

@adamfantili: blocking u rn

@luca.fantilli: ur a rat ada

@tinafromny: my rat ;)

@adamfantilli: love me some ny

87.9k likes, 1.2k comments.

@tinafromny: oh woah -- a hard launch?

@adamfantilli: ofc

@tinafromny: i feel so seen

@adamfantilli: anything for my love

@luca.fantilli: did you seriously have to steal my bestie ?

@adamfantilli: did you have to steal my girl????

@tinafromny: omg

@tinafromny: guys guys i can be two places at once !

@edwards.74: time travelor!!!!

@tinafromny: nah im just an avid ft user

@johnnyorlando: and insta liver

@tinafromny: yeah...because u won't let adam give me your # so buh bye orlando

@johnnyorlando: I have good reasons

@adamfantilli: take this to the live pls

@johnnyorlando: they grow up so fast 😢

@Luca.fantill: ur crying? im crying

@tinafromny: can confirm

@tina'sbff: ur alright canadian dude

@adamfantilli: ur alright too pigeon

@tinafromny: LONG LIVE MY PIGEON

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

hope you all enjoyed! please like and reblog if you did !!!

🤍🤍🤍🤍

Tags: @jayda12 @cuttergauthier @slafgoalskybaby

#adam fantilli #adam fantilli x oc #adam fantilli blurb #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli fic #michigan hockey #luca fantilli #ethan edwards #gavin brindley #johnny orlando

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mccn-bcys · 2 years

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JUST A TOUCH OF YOUR HAND — PT. 2

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader

summary: you and marc have been going out for a few weeks and he decides to tell you about his alters and his past, which leads to the introduction of steven grant. and after a few more weeks of being together, the boys have a question for you.

warnings: some more marc angst, ranting steven fluff, soulmate au, DID (in this steven explains DID, I know it's not all correct but I'm basing my knowledge off the show), Spanish (I'm not a native speaker, so please correct me if it's wrong), the boys bickering a little, jake (that's it, that's the warning)

author’s note: I'm not sure how I feel about this part, might have to come back and spend some more time with steven, but for now, this is part two! I really hope you guys enjoy this part! I always appreciate feedback! Taglist is at the end, I tried tagging everyone but I don't think they all worked, so I apologize! If you'd like to be added, please let me know!! As always please like and reblog!!

word count: 4.7K

before marc can think, he's already been on a few dates with you. jake's pretty sure he's in love with you, steven is absolutely enamored, and marc? marc likes you more than he should. more than he wants to. he wants to call it off before he can get hurt, but he can't tell you no.

but by date four, you have a right to know. at least the basics. he needs to tell you about jake and steven.

and so he does. he sits you down and tells you about his alters and his dissociative identity disorder and before he can stop himself, he's telling you about khonshu. he doesn't get into all the details, just that he's got a deal with him and that he is a 'protector of the travelors of the night'.

and you... you seem to be taking it very well. you haven't gotten up and left. you haven't called him crazy and ran. you're sitting there, just listening intently, letting him say what he has to say.

"so...there's two other people living inside you?" you ask after a moment of silence, trying to make sense of all of it.

"yes, in a sense. we all have the same body, we're just very different people. their names are steven grant and jake lockley. i know that's a lot to take in and I totally understand if you—"

"can I meet them?"

he pauses. he wasn't expecting that. he's nodding before he knows it.

"I'm sure one of them will try to front soon. they've been dying to meet you. especially jake," marc chuckled lightly.

"really?" you asked excitedly.

"yes, of course," marc said like it was obvious. you continued to astound him. you hadn't ran off yet, you even wanted to meet his alters. you were so kind, so accepting. it made him want to cry. he didn't deserve you.

he looked like he was about to speak again but then he tensed up for a moment. worry over took you. oh god, what happened? did you say something wrong?

"hello, love," a gentle voice spoke in an accent. you looked at 'marc', eyebrows raised at him. this voice sounded so kind, so gentle, so... adoring.

even marc's eyes were different now. they were soft. he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing on the planet.

"sorry, I hope I didn't give you a fright," he said, seeing your worried face as you looked him over. your mind was trying to figure out what was happening. it looked like marc, a more gentle marc but still the same man.

but his accent was different. it wasn't the Chicago accent you had gotten used to. no this one sounded native to london. very distinctly different.

"I'm steven," he introduced himself, and that's when it clicked. this was one of his alters.

it was amazing. how it was the same body in front of you, yet you could physically tell a different man was sitting in front of you.

steven wasn't as tense as marc. his shoulders were slouched slightly, they were free of the tension that marc usually carried. his facial features were more relaxed. but stevens hands were constantly moving. whether his fingers were rubbing against each other or his hands rubbed up and down his thighs — an action you had to force yourself not to watch. eventually he settled on just fiddling with a loose string on his sleeve. like he was nervous. his eyes took you in, and you could see something in his gaze. curiosity, admiration, awe.

"hi steven," you said softly, your voice and gaze matching the emotions his held. you introduced yourself, holding your hand out to politely shake his. his gaze drifted to your hand, then to your wrist which held the black stain from his — well, marc's — touch all those weeks ago.

"may i?" he asked gently, referring to your wrist. you, of course, nodded, just taking the time to study him, curious as to how his mind worked. he had wanted to feel it for himself. he knew the shock was strong, as it had alarmed both steven and jake that day that marc had fronted, but steven wanted to feel it, to really feel it himself.

he gently grabbed your hand, like he was afraid you'd shatter if he dropped you. you watched as he slowly brought his knuckles and just lightly brushed your wrist, causing a strong, yet enjoyable shock throughout both of you.

yet, the moment didn't last long. you two had smiled at each other until something drew his eyes to the window behind you.

"steven, what are you doing? you're going to scare them off. just let me have the body back," marc said sternly from the reflection of the glass.

"mate, have a bit of trust in me. I've got this," he bit back, accidentally saying it out loud instead of in his head, causing his eyes to flicker to you, as jake even stepped into the reflection, all three boys waiting to see your reaction.

you had glanced at the window behind you, only seeing the street outside, before turning to look back at him. but you didn't look at him like he was crazy, much to the boys confusion. no your eyes held patience, a bit of curiosity, but you weren't demanding him to tell you what the hell he was doing. your eyes silently telling him that he didn't have to explain anything.

all three boys felt like they could cry. you were turning out to be just like how jake dreamed. marc was sure you were just that: a dream.

"sorry, I was talking to marc," he breathed out an explanation, afraid he'd actually scare you now.

"you guys can talk through the windows?" you asked, intrigue lacing your tone. you had even leaned forward a bit. your eyes had lit up like it was the most fascinating thing someone had told you.

"well, most reflective surfaces. though they aren't necessary, they certainly help. especially when one of us wants to front. we can usually just talk to each other without reflections though, it's sort of like...thinking?" he tried explaining, a little fueled by your interest. and you were taking it in, processing the information, a natural smile on your lips.

"so you can see them in the reflections as if they were really standing there?" you wanted to learn all you could about them. marc had seemed hesitant to tell you, but steven seemed more than happy to explain it.

"yeah, actually. I don't see a reflection of myself if they're there. they can stand there, move around from surface to surface, see what I see," he went on.

"'if they're there?' what do you mean? are they not always in the reflections?"

"not always. sometimes when one of us is fronting, the others can rest, in a sense, kind of like sleeping? or just watch and listen through our head space. that's how jake went undetected from marc and myself for so long," your eyes furrowed in confusion.

"did you not know jake was there?" you asked. surely if there was another presence in in your head, your body, you'd know, right?

"not for a long time. he wouldn't front often. when he was fronting, he'd push us far enough back that we couldn't tell what was happening. and then when he was done, he'd pull us back up. and if he was conscious, he stayed far enough back that we couldn't detect him," you had wanted to learn more, but you noticed he had started playing with the string again. you reached your hand across to gently grab his and hold it in yours.

marc hadn't been too keen on touching, like he was afraid of hurting you. but steven let you. it was like he craved it but hadn't wanted to ask for it. he watched as you just held his rough hand in your soft one, reveling in the feel of it.

"what about you?" you had asked, eyes drifting back up to meet his.

"what about me?"

"tell me about you. I want to know about steven grant," you smiled at him as you said his name. now steven knew what marc had meant when he said he'd never loved the sound of his name until you said it.

"with a v," he said before he could stop himself. at your furrowed eyebrows he continued, "it's steven. with a v," he said laughing dryly at himself. you laughed lightly, another one of his new favorite sounds.

"steven with a v, I like it," oh lord his heart was going to burst. "what else should I know about you?"

"I'm a gift–shoppist. I work at a gift shop at the museum. I'd like to be a tour guide, but I think donna is determined to not let me."

"donna?"

"my boss. I don't think she likes me very much. calls me stevie all the time," he grimaced as he flipped your hands so that he was the one holding yours, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. "she makes me stay late to do inventory most nights, even if it's not my night." it was obvious to you that he didn't care for his boss.

"why do you stay then?"

"because then I still get to be by the Egyptian exhibit. I figure if I can't be a tour guide, I can at least work in the gift shop and still be near it all," he admitted.

"you must really like to egypt," you commented with a soft smile, already able to tell he had a passion for it.

and you were right. he immediate perked up, like he'd been waiting all day to talk about it but had been waiting for the right time, a light behind his eyes. the man in front of you had never been more attractive. he hasn't even spoke yet, but just his reaction was enough to tell you that this? this is something he truly cared about.

"like it? I love it! marc and jake get annoyed with how much I talk about it or the amount of egyptology books in our flat. but it's so interesting: their way of life. sometimes it seems like they were more advanced that we are here in the present. a lot of the things we have in the present are all thanks to the egyptians, like the toothbrush, writing, makeup, calenders, and even sundials!" he immediately started ranting and you swore you started falling right then and there. the passion in his voice. he spoke like this was his reason for living. the thing that kept him going.

it was fascinating to listen to. had it been anyone else you might not have cared, but something about the joy in his voice and the light shining in his eye, made you listen intently, wanting to absorb every detail about it. he'd even gotten so excited, his hands stopped fidgeting. his hands left yours — their absence now leaving you hands feeling cold, empty — and he was using them as he spoke, making grand gestures, using them to aid his story.

after a few moments of rambling — and the grumbles inside his head — he stopped and looked to you. you had been quiet for a while. you noticed how he immediately started closing in on himself, his shoulders hunching over again, his hands going back to their nervous fiddling.

"sorry, have I bored you?" he asked shyly.

"not at all. in fact, i think i was listening more to you than i did in any of my classes in school," you were quick to assure him, a gentle smile on your face. "never doubt what you know, steven. and never let others make you feel bad for the things you have a passion for," you advised with a smile.

marc and jake were now feeling awful for teasing steven about his egyptology passions. you seemed to admire his knowledge while others thought it was obsessive or not important.

steven couldn't ask for a better soulmate.

"beside knowledge is power, not to mention, it's insanely attractive," you winked at him and he was sure his heart stopped.

his cheeks flared up at the compliment. he wanted to return it, to tell you how beautiful you were. how he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you as his soulmate.

"I also have some goldfish," is what came out instead, causing all three of them to internally groan.

"steven, buddy, what the hell?"

"ay, hermano, we have got to work on your flirting," jake face-palmed.

but even that didn't seem to deter you. instead, your smile grew even more. you couldn't help how endearing steven was.

maybe that was one of the things that pulled you to him. he didn't try too hard to impress you. he was being himself, even if he was stumbling through it. he was awkward and clumsy, but he was very smart and charming and better with his words than he seemed to realize.

"what're their names?" you asked, curious about it, but also hoping to ease his nerves if you just went with it.

"well there's gus the second, then guy, and jake has decided to name his pez," he answered with a roll of his eyes at the name of the last fish. "marc and jake aren't very creative when it comes to naming things," he loudly whispered, like it was a secret he was letting you in on, which caused you to laugh.

it was now their life mission to make you laugh as much as possible. they all were addicted to the sound.

"that's actually kind of funny, naming him fish," oh now jake was over the moon because you got his name joke. "wait, so you all have a fish?"

"one for each of us. I had originally only had gus, but then he died, so marc got me another one, and I called him gus the second. after meeting marc and finally getting along with him, we got him a goldfish. and then jake came along and so we got him one as well," he informed you, a gentle smile on his face.

"so that way they don't have to be alone like you guys aren't alone?" you asked insightfully.

the boys had never thought about that. they had really just got three to make it fair. but in a way, you were right. the fish don't have to be alone anymore, and neither did they. steven has marc and jake, just like how gus the second has guy and pez.

they were all speechless at the realization.

"yea, I suppose so," steven said, astonished that you had been able to realize that. "wow, marc said you were smart, but I think you're even smarter than us," he admitted causing you to laugh again.

"I don't know about that. you know a lot more about Egypt than I do," you countered.

"alright, well then maybe I'm more book smart and you're more wise?" he offered.

"I can get behind that," you grinned.

of all of the things steven had ever imagined, you were better than anyone he could have dreamed of. he had never met someone who was so accepting of his weird knowledge or awkward persona. you didn't seem to mind it. in fact, it seemed like it drew you in more to him and that alone blew his mind.

"I think she's even better than the rom-com," jake commented.

and steven couldn't disagree. you truly were.

a few more weeks had gone by and most of that time was spent with steven. you hadn't seen much of marc, and you had yet to meet jake.

not that you minded, you adored steven. he was one of the sweetest and caring people you'd ever met. he was thoughtful and considerate. he'd bring you flowers everytime you guys would see each other, no matter the occasion.

he'd taken you to the museum, sneaked you in after hours and took you on a private tour, allowing him to share more of his knowledge and you got to listen and admire him as he spoke. he'd constantly make sure that you weren't bored or ask if you wanted to stop but you were quick to assure him that you wanted him to keep going and that you wanted to learn more.

although, after a while, you couldn't help but feel like marc was avoiding you. you never saw him anymore, he'd hardly text and when he did his replies were always short. it honestly had you worried. had you done something wrong?

what you didn't know was that marc was avoiding you. something steven and jake constantly got onto him for.

"mate, they're worried about you. you should talk to them, let them know what's going on," steven told his reflection in mirror as he tidied up his flat. you were supposed to come over later that evening for dinner.

"I don't know, steven," was all marc said in response, before leaving the mirror.

marc could see how happy steven made you. everytime you saw him, your face lit up. and marc wanted you to be happy so he let steven go on more dates with you. except now marc was convinced you only needed steven.

he didn't think he deserved you or your smile or your laugh. marc wasn't the type to bring flowers or chocolates or museum dates. and you seemed to really like that stuff. so he left it to steven, who was a professional. you always seemed happiest with steven.

and marc understood why. steven was open and communicated how he was feeling. he'd tell you whatever you asked. he'd make you laugh without trying. steven was soft and warm.

marc was closed off. he bottled things up and didn't like to talk about his feelings. marc didn't always talk about the things you asked him about, scared to get too personal. marc was hard and cold.

and steven and jake had told him otherwise. constantly. steven would often remind him how he took care of steven while he was still unaware of him. jake reminded him how accepting he was when jake finally showed himself. they would tell him all the time how kind he truly was and how you wouldn't care about his past or how he truly did deserve you.

but there was no changing his mind.

you were supposed to be there any minute, and each of the boys was antsy. steven kept stress cleaning the flat, despite it being spotless. they were nervous. extremely. each of them was freaking out for different reasons so they really weren't helping each other.

"i don't understand why you two are freaking out, it's not like you're fronting for this," steven said, reorganizing the pile of books on his desk again. he did understand, he just was trying to keep from having a panic attack and his alters weren't helping at all.

"really, steven? this doesn't just affect you," marc snapped from his pacing in the fish tank reflection.

"she's never even met me, pendejo! how much did we really think this through?" jake asked, from the window reflection.

"we all talked about it. it was your idea jake!" steven said in response.

"obviously I didn't think it through before I said it!"

ok that was it. steven was rarely the one to raise his voice, especially at his alters but this was ridiculous.

"alright," he started, his hands hitting the desk to get their attention. the two snapped their attention to him, their worries falling silent. marc and jake exchanged a look before looking back at steven. "we love her, right?"

"que clase de pregunta es esa?" jakes eyes narrowed.

"steven, what does that—"

"answer the damn question," he stood firm.

"of course we do."

"sí, por supuesto!"

"okay then," steven said, his voice calm and soothing. "we love her. a lot. it's only been a few months, but we wouldn't have even considered it, if we weren't ready. and I think she's ready too."

"you don't think it's too—"

"no its not too fast. I understand you're scared, marc. but if she was going to run for hills, I think she would've done it by now. she loves you, and cares about you, and worries about you," the alter seemed to relax a little. "she loves you marc, you can't keep avoiding her. you were the first one of us to meet her and get to know her, and she got to know you, love you first. she doesn't love one of us more than the other." he told marc. marc looked down, knowing that steven was right.

"and you," steven turned to jake. "no she hasn't met you yet, but I know she loves you too. she's always asking about you, making sure you're okay, asking what things you like...she lights up at the sound of your name. if you're worried she's not going to care for you as much as she does us, you're wrong. she doesn't care about who you used to be, about the blood on our hands, she still loves you and wants to meet you and be with us."

jake simply nodded. steven was right. as usual. if you were scared or disgusted by them, you would've left already. maybe that's what scared them all the most. you've stayed, despite it all.

steven was going to continue, but there was a knock at the door that interrupted him, causing all of them to look at the door. you were here. steven swallowed the lump in his throat and headed for the door.

when he opened it, all three boys felt their breath leave them. you looked great. you weren't too fancy, it was just a simple dinner at his flat, but you looked great. and you stood with a bouquet of flowers in your hand.

"I heard you talking to someone, am I interrupting?" you asked, causing steven to snap out of his trance.

"no, the boys were being silly, I was talking some sense into them," he chuckled lightly. "come on in, dinner just finished not long ago," he stepped aside to allow you inside.

"it smells delicious," you stepped inside, looking around at how straightened it seemed. probably the cleanest you'd ever seen it. steven must've been worrying all day. you wondered what could've gotten him so worked up. you'd been to his flat before, had dinner here before, hell, you'd even stay the night more times than you can count. you decided not to bring it up right now though.

"it's this vegan recipe I found that I thought we could try," he came up behind you, pressing a kiss to your head before taking your jacket and hanging it up.

"are those flowers?" jake asked from mirror by the door.

"no, those are rocks," marc quipped from beside him.

"escucha, hijo de puta—"

"I brought you guys some flowers," you said, cutting off the fight in stevens head.

"they're very pretty," steven commented, coming back to stand by you. "just like you," he added, making you blush.

"oh hush," you lightly hit his chest, playfully, as he leaned down to lightly peck your lips. "you always buy me flowers, so I thought I'd return the favor. and I got all of your favorite flowers, marcs and jakes too. so they enjoy them too," you showed him, pointing at the flowers that represented their favorite ones.

all three of them were now absolutely certain in this decision now. you not only got them flowers, but you remembered each of their favorite flowers.

"let's find a vase for these," steven said, trying not to melt into the floor right there.

"she got flowers for us?" marc asked, admiring the bouquet as steven found a vase to put them in, touched that you would do that.

"told you she cares about you two just as much," steven thought back with a smile.

as the night went on, the boys nerves heightened and lessened at the same time. heightened because they knew this was a big step in your relationship, especially considering you'd only met 2/3 of them. but as the night went on, you kept proving to them that you guys were ready for this, making them feel more comfortable, without even realizing it.

"oh, don't let me forget," you started after taking a sip of your drink. "I was at the market the other day, and I saw these really nice gloves with little moons on the knuckles, and it made me think of you guys so i bought them," you said, causing steven to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. "because moon knight and mr knight?" you said, hoping to provide more clarity, becoming more confused as to why he was so confused. although, jake was perked right up, eager for you to continue.

"why gloves?" steven said, without thinking. but when your face fell slightly, he was quick to recover. "not that I don't appreciate it, believe me. it warms us when you think of us...but why gloves? we don't wear them," he was just slightly confused and wanted insight into your mind, hopefully without hurting your feelings.

"jake does."

and oh how that set off emotions in jake. you'd never even met him, and yet you were thinking of him when you saw a simple pair of gloves.

"how'd you know that?"

"you were talking about it one time," you explained. "you mentioned a few weeks ago that jake was complaining about his gloves falling apart and he needed a new pair." when he continued to look at you silently, in awe, you felt the need to keep going. "im sorry, I probably should've asked first. he probably already bought new ones. you mentioned that there was something you wanted to ask me?" you were desperate to change the subject, especially since steven still had yet to say something, making you more nervous, your hands twisting in your lap.

what you couldn't see was the chaos happening in their mind.

"steven, let me front."

"is now really the best time?"

"best time? it's the best time. do we really want to wait to see if I chicken out again?"

"but she wasn't expecting you, mate." steven wouldn't lie. he wanted to be selfish, to have this night to himself, make sure everything went to plan.

"hermano? she bought me gloves, she remembered a passing comment you made about me weeks ago, meaning she's been thinking about it, about me."

"so what? she also remembers that I'm vegan—"

"come on, steven. he deserves a moment with her at least."

"steven, please."

"but I was just about to ask—"

"i'll ask!"

"like hell!"

"steven?" your soft voice called out, causing them to all fall silent. you had a nervous expression, anticipating his response.

it all happened when you glanced back at your lap. you didn't see him tense up, didn't see the change in his posture, didn't see the change in his eyes.

"múdate con nosotros."

your head snapped up. had it not been for the change in accent, and the use of spanish, you wouldn't have noticed. but you studied him for a minute. saw the straighter posture, but not as tense as marc. his eyes were wide, but there was a new wildness behind them. a desperation right now hid in there. was this...?

"what?" you asked softly, needing to be certain.

"move in with us," he said again, this time in english. not british, not chicago, but definitely american. this was him.

he almost gave control back to steven. he thought he jumped the gun. great going, lockley. you weren't responding. he'd scared you. but just as he was about to surrender control, he saw you smile wide. the boys were sure you'd never smiled so big. jakes heart stopped beating, having to now experienced it for himself.

"jake lockley," you said so softly, utter joy lacing your voice.

yeah, jake lockley was head over heels.

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OKAY, WE GOT A TRAILER AND A TITLE AND I HAVE THOUGHTS

You know what that means: it's brainrot time.

🏝 TITLE REVEAL: WHO IS THE SEARCHER IN THE SHADOWS?

quick note, I love this title. It's rad as hell. 10/10. anyway—

of course when I hear the word "Searcher" I immediately think of the one and only Addison Arvad, missing captain of the Antikythera and beloved wrecker of journals.

look at her. I love her. she's beautiful. also I am lowkey obsessed with how Jackie draws hair. (please teach me your secrets.)

We didn't get to learn much about Capt. Arvad in episode 3, but we do know that she was a Searcher who disappeared without any explanation, along with the rest of her crew. Kal probably had something to do with it, since he was attempting to retrieve the ship's orrery and said some vague stuff about fog and vortices, but even he doesn't seem to know exactly what happened to her and the crew.

Whatever the case, her disappearance is the reason most of the events in TGOA even happened, so it would make sense for her to be a big part of the next episode. And if Addison is the Searcher and the Searcher is in the shadows, then I have two (and a half?) theories.

The first is that she (and her crew, if they survived, who are also presumably all Searchers) are lost somewhere and that whatever "fogging the vertices" entails led to her getting whisked away somewhere else. She could be trapped there, trying to get out, and/or maybe she is in shadows in the same way Margaret was—maybe she has lost her memories and her magic.

The second theory is actually an idea @man-down-in-hatchet-town proposed that promptly blew my mind: what if whatever happened to Addison led to her getting corrupted and going dark and she is the villain of the episode? I honestly love this idea so much and I think it would be fun and also delightfully heartbreaking after hearing that entry from Addison's journal and getting a glimpse of the person she once was.

(also every pulp fan I know is in complete agreement that we want a cool female villain, pretty please Matt— 🥺🙏)

🏝 OH GOD, THE TIME TRAVEL

I've already yelled a bit about Rose being separated from Samuel and the others, so I'm not gonna repeat myself here, but I also have other thoughts about the time travel!

The trailer has confirmed that Rose was indeed sent two weeks into the past like Ahlaam said she would be. I think it's safe to assume that Rose will have to wait those two weeks until she can reunite with the others, and I also believe we're gonna have to wait with her.

Rose’s two weeks are going to be important—she's meeting Dakkar and hopefully getting some Travelore™ about the island and The Blazing World, and probably getting into some sort of trouble that better not require a printing press plate to resolve, since she doesn’t have it right now—so I don’t think they're going to just blip by. Otherwise what’s the point of sending her back in time?

I think it’s a pretty safe bet that we (the listeners) are probably going to be doing some time travel ourselves, hopping between Rose's two weeks with Dakkar and the rest of the brick family in the present as Sia takes them to the island and they get started on all that mysterious work they have to do. I have no idea what they're going to find there except maybe a rocket? but I can imagine Samuel and the others following Rose's trail as they piece together what's happened to her and learn about this place and its inhabitants, and then the storylines will connect by the end of the episode and we'll get the twins back together and they'll never be separated again!

Isn't that right, Mr. Dahan?

/lh

Alternatively, I suppose the Ellen Austin could be met on the shore by a Rose who has already spent two weeks on the island and then we could get relevant flashbacks here and there, but I don't think that's as likely. It might be too impractical for this medium when we have a lot of story (and lore) to cover and only so much time to sing about it! Plus, that"By the time our heroes are reunited" bit really makes me think that they won't see each other until closer to the end of the episode. The reunion is absolutely gonna make me cry. I can't wait.

🏝 TRAVELER ISLAND, BABEY!

The island's inhabitants have magic similar to Margaret's, and are led by a new group of powerful Travelers.

...Well, maybe it's not Traveler island, exactly. I'm guessing that most of these ~inhabitants~ are actually Searchers. Sia might not be the only Traveler, but I don't think there are a lot of them out there. It makes more sense for there to be less Travelers and more Searchers to balance things out if the Travelers are significantly more powerful like they've been implied to be.

I definitely think Ahlaam is one of the "new group of powerful Travelers" and I'm super excited to get to know her more. (I am also hoping that maybe we'll get a Jackie Traveler character? 👀) I still don't know if Dakkar is a Traveler or not, but I'm inclined to believe he might be a Searcher—mostly because his portrait doesn't have glowing eyes and flashy gold jewelry like Sia or Ahlaam. (I also feel like it may not be a coincidence that he's wearing a light blue-ish colored shirt like Addison, even if it's a different style and looks considerably less like a space suit, lol.)

They speak of a lost kingdom, The Blazing World, and how what occurs on Lincoln Island will impact an entire civilization.

The Blazing World!!! Rose hasn't heard this name yet, but we have! (and Margaret and Samuel.) The people on Lincoln Island could be survivors/refugees from the Blazing World, or perhaps they are all here on a war mission and this is simply their base of operations. Either way, I'm sure the civilization being impacted is the Travelers'; even if this island isn't currently sheltering all that remains of their people and this is only an outpost for the war, they still have some valuable people here—like Margaret, who is recovering her memories and I am certain has an incredibly vital role to play in this war—and the aftermath of whatever happens will undoubtedly be felt beyond the shores of Lincoln Island. Either our heroes succeed in whatever they're trying to do here, or it goes wrong and the Blazing World potentially loses valuable warriors & resources, and the war against Itzal takes a turn for the worse.

🏝 THE "D" WORD: DESTINY

By the time our heroes are reunited, they will be closer to understanding their destinies than ever before...

Destiny... oh, I've had many thoughts about this and been part of multiple discussions with various friends about fate and coincidence and puzzle pieces coming together in this story. enough that I'm almost not sure where to start.

...Eh, chronologically, I guess.

1817 — the year the Stratford family paper stand was established and the year Anna Hanover's father lost his place in the world. Both of these events affected the characters' lives, helping to cement the twins' love of stories and giving them an eventual connection to the New York Sun that would allow them to publish the moon hoax, and giving Anna her tragic backstory and a goal that would drive her to construct her own moon out of brick rather than ink.

1829 — the year I believe Margaret Cavendish arrived in New York City. She lost her memories and her magic, and the Travelers set her up here to live in comfort and safety and loneliness. We don't know why this happened yet, but I think it's safe to assume the location isn't a coincidence when we know at least one Traveler with precognitive abilities and it's only a handful of years until...

1835 — the year of the moon hoax and the brick satellite. Samuel and Rose Stratford write a story that takes the city by storm, attracting the attention of both Margaret Cavendish, who has been looking for answers and winds up with more questions and magic she doesn't remember or understand, and Sir John Herschel, who doesn't want fantastical stories written about him, thank you very much—but wait, how did he get here? He was in South Africa, a whole other hemisphere! How did he find out about the hoax so quickly?

Well, someone brought him the newspaper that made him come to New York, meet the Stratfords and Margaret, and invite them all to work on the brick satellite with him. They go to British Guiana, manage to finish the satellite alongside Anna, get it into the sky thanks to Margaret's Radiance, and finally meet the Traveler out in space, who somehow knew they would be there and knew Margaret's magic was returning but is surprised that her memories weren't. The Traveler knows more than she's telling, but rather than explain she sends the quartet back to Earth.

1874 — the year the quartet are teleported to. They happen to meet a friendly bosun who offers them a place on a ship that'll take them to New York, right where they want to go. Perfect, right? But in reality it takes them to a ghost ship that just so happens to contain some stuff that helps Margaret remember some things. There's a crazy awesome magic battle, sailors vanish, the ghost ship vanishes, and by the end of it all they're sailing towards a mysterious island and the Traveler, Sia, is telling them they have a lot of work to do.

...okay, the point I'm attempting to make here is that yeah, it definitely seems like something has been leading them here, to this time and place. I just can't tell if it's ✨️destiny✨️ or if it's just Sia, who can see into the future and had a clear hand in at least some of these occurrences. She sent our heroes to 1874 in a flash of light, right into Morgan's path, into Kal's, into the Antikythera's. And if she did that, who's to say she hasn't been guiding the quartet in more covert ways this whole time? Someone had to get that paper to John. Someone—specifically a Traveler someone—had to get Margaret settled in New York.

You could say that it's all destiny and that Sia's foresight and her actions are simply destiny's way of getting shit done, that it was all going to happen this way no matter what. You could also go round and round questioning how destiny and precognitive abilities work & influence each other until your brain feels like it's melting (why yes, I am speaking from experience) but I think I'm going to skip that and focus on a different question instead:

What does destiny (or Sia) have in store for our heroes?

I don't know, of course. probably a rocket at some point? gotta wait for the episode to find out.

but regardless of who or what has been pulling the strings, it took a lot to get our heroes to this point and the idea that they're meant to be here, that they've always been headed toward something that's more than this the lives they had before is so unbelievably exciting??? even if you don't care for the idea of destiny or fate, you know great things are coming and that the story is gonna get bigger and wilder.

🏝 YEAH I KEEP MENTIONING THE ROCKET, DON'T I?

might as well actually give it its own little section on this ramble-y ass post, lol.

We've had hints that there'd be at least one rocket in the story from the very first M.A.I.A. transmission. (If you haven't seen those, you're missing out!) Now that we're getting new cast photos where everyone has been posing with a little red rocket, it looks like it's time!

Maybe the quartet are going to help the Travelers build a rocket. Maybe they're going to help repair a rocket that already exists. Maybe they're going to go to space again, or another planet—The Blazing World?—or maybe they're only going to see the Travelers off and that'll be it. (Okay, that last one would be a little disappointing, lmao.) Hell, maybe they're only going to Lincoln Island to meet a rocket that hasn't arrived yet! So many possibilities!

...hmm. I think that's it? I think that's all the thoughts I had. I have been putting this post together off and on since last night so if I missed anything or it seems a little disjointed then that's why, lmao.

this is admittedly less of a theory post at times and more of a John impression (it's not my fault I have questions!) but why wait for M.A.I.A. transmissions and more information when I can shout about it all now? the universe simply wouldn't be right if I didn't seize every opportunity to scream about Pulp Musicals.

anyway, if you read all of this then I hope you enjoyed it! you can expect/dread more posts like this in the coming weeks, as soon as we get more info and M.A.I.A. transmissions. can't wait to see my best girl again. 💙

...I really hope Matt and Jackie have gotten that window fixed.

#okay im done im tired of looking at this <3 #jack jabbers #pulp musicals #pulp musicals 4 #pulp 4 #the searcher in the shadows #pulp musicals tsits #tsits #pulp musicals theory #matt dahan #captain addison arvad #capt. addison arvad #rose stratford #samuel stratford #john herschel #margaret cavendish #pulp musicals episode 4

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neutron-star-collision · 2 months

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-Rp account for a bizarre dps crossover idea-

Matthew/Matt (he/him) Knox's (@knoxious-overstreet) secret new flatmate

Exchange Student from England ---------

‣ Musician (guitar/piano)

‣ Time travelor

‣ Fan of Marty Mcfly

‣ Fan of the Smiths

‣ Not a fan of authority

‣ Often caught skipping class, playing the grand piano in the Welton music room

‣ Secretly aware of and fond of the Dead Poets Society, imagines joining

-------------------- Dead Poets/Friends I've collected thus far: @knoxious-overstreet // Knox Overstreet @radiofree-america // Steven Meeks @the-spaz-official // Spazz

ask, follow, interact to your heart's content (No NSFW)

#dead poets society rp #matt the exchange student

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octocurse · 8 months

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hashtag MORE adventures with 9 lore !!!!!!

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Pyronus He/Him

“The Dog”

4th pillar god

10’8” [or] 2 Melos tall

God of suns & friendship.

He accepts gifts of art, dog fur, communication & being kind to others.

In life, he was a chinese man who lived alone from a young age. He was a rice farmer & owned his own space of land for all [of] his life. He valued friendship, as his friends were all he had. They helped him with the farm, cared for him when he was sick, & taught him the life lessons his parents didn’t have a chance to. Pyronus is the least strict out of all the gods & doesn’t seek out souls to take in unless they are drawn to him.

Dogs used to find themselves drawn to him [and living on the farm], leading to the creation of the 5th travelor.

Pyronus is kind to Melo & does his best to help [her], but generally leaves it to Arier.

900 years in death.

___

Traveler #1

[Traveler] One chose a form based on felines long before they existed.

The travelers are generally all-knowing spirits that can travel between realms. They chose the shape either they are attracted toward, or the shape of an animal highly important to a god. Travelers take the role of a guide for souls, though it’s not needed.

Travelers are not human souls or gods, they aren’t souls at all. They’re an omnicient spirit based on a feeling or idea. Travelers have minor god-like qualities with less restrictions but few abilities. No travelers take the shape of humans due to the nature of souls. Travelers can communicate, though they prefer not to.

They are unable to affect gods, outside of guiding souls to their regime. Individual travelers don’t have names or titles & are easily mistakable for another. Typically, don’t have personal views or opinions. Travelers can travel yo any & all realms, including the spaces within souls. Some of them stick to one god.

#Adventures with 9 #Adventures with Melo #Adventures with 9/Melo #My oc #my art #my work

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All offense but I genuinely hate travelors who come to India on the cheapest budget and then complain about not feeling safe.

Use your superior currency and go to costlier hotels and drivers.

It's the same concept as poverty tourism and slum tourism. It feels like you're coming here to gawk at us.

(not talking about women who feel unsafe obv)

#radfem #radical feminists please touch #radical feminism #radical feminist safe #rudefem #indian radfem #desi radfem #It pisses me off #They don't respect our country

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hairstevington · 3 months

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WIP Wed - deaf Steve, please!!! <3 <3

Ahhh hello! As the final requester and devoted reader of the series, I give you a pretty sizeable snippet. Consider it a teaser for chapter 1!

From, "we can be heroes" <3

Dear Steve, I have been in California for almost six months. It feels more like ten years! Joyce says time is funny like that. Emotions can make it speed up or slow down. We are all time travelors if you think about it. Everything is the same. Joyce has a new job where she gets to work at home. I guess that is different. She says she loves the freedom, but I think she misses having somewhere to go. Like I get to go to school! School is going better, by the way. I am still best at math, but my grammer is getting good now also. Ms. Vickers says she has a boyfriend now but she will not tell me his name. She told me about him on accident. I think sometimes I am so quiet people don’t know I am listening. But quiet people listen the most, right? Unless they are loozing losing their hearing. Kidding! I hope it is okay that I made that joke. Will is painting a lot, but he won’t show me what he is working on. Maybe it is for a girl. I think there is someone he likes, because he has been acting weird. Jonathan is acting weird also. I think he is just nervous about college. He is still waiting for his big letter. I hope he and Nancy get to go together, but I don’t know how he’ll ever get to college because his car is so broken. His funny friend Argyle has been taking us to school. His hair is longer than mine, and he and Jonathan like to smoke smelly plants together. Jonathan says the plants are super safe because they come from the earth, but to not tell Joyce. I don’t really understand it but that is okay. Mike is coming soon for spring break and I want to kiss him SO MUCH! I hope that is okay to tell you. Will does not like it when I talk about it. He thinks it is gross. But I really like kissing Mike. It is only a little gross sometimes. I hope you are well. How is the girl from the mall? Mike says she is your girlfriend now. Do you like kissing her? Love, Jane

#ahhhhhhhhh I am so excited to get this project rolling #deaf steve harrington #songs that voices never share #we can be heroes #steddie fic #wip wednesday #writing

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In Rogue Gai's lifetime, he challenged Kakashi to finding immortality, and if he won, Kakashi would go on a date with him, but he died before he could accomplish that so... I'm sure once he died/ got all his memories back, he figured he lost the bet.

But... one does not simply make a bet with a god. Until the conditions are met, and so long as his soul ecists, the bet ramains.

What if in Travelor Gai's lifetime, as he's going on a LOT of random adventures along the way, he actually DOES find a method of immortality. However, the cost he would have to make, is not one he is willing to pay (maybe he runs into Orochimaru who is like...just super creepy so no. Or Kabuto. Who is EQUALLY creepy-but you know he would ask for something crazy in return. Or even a Jashinnest; which is just HELL NO! GAI WILL NOT MURDER HIS FRIENDS, FAMILY AND NEIGHBORS. NO WAY IN HELL. GET BENT! EAT FIST!)

So Gai has to turn it down but...maybe he still gains some physical part of the deal but again, does not want to keep it nor think it should exist in mortal hands. Its just too dangerous.

AND HEY! THERE ARE THOSE TWO HOT, FUNNY GODS THAT KEEP FOLLOWING HIM! COULD YOU TWO TAKE THIS OFF MY HANDS.

All this to say... 6/8 lifetimes in, and Gai FINALLY wins the bet, and Kakashi owes this man an official date.

(Happy valentines day.)

Kakashi realizing that he techniclly owes Gai a date now, but Gai doesn’t even remmember the deal. Maybe it could be the reason Kakashi is so much more active in Gai’s life during his next lifetime as a teacher.

He never figures out just how to ask Gai out on a date when they’re travelling together (perhaps Gai dies in front of him) and when Gai gets all his memories back upon death he grins and tells Kakashi that he won.

He beat him and Kakashi owes him a date

And Kakashi promises the next time they see each other they will have that date, no matter what.

He still waits till Gai is an adult in his teacher life, but as soon as he is Kakashi arrives in his life and he is almost a permanent fixture. Gai doesn’t see him every single day but he see’s him more than he ever did before (except for the Traveller lifetime)

And for the first time since they met Kakashi is actively trying to woo Gai.

He’s getting him little gifts, being sweet to his pet tortoise, always showing kindness to his students

Honestly, irresistable. How was Gai supposed to say no when Kakashi finally asked him out on a date for the first time since they met in Gai’s first lifetime?

#GOS AU #God of Storms au #Kakagai

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 6 months

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Listen there is so many characters that represent intergenerational trauma in bemis run, (Ra as Khonshu's dad and a foil to Elias, Ernst as the personification of the people who killed Marc's family) but then Bemis doesn't explore that or botches the exploration

Like we already the Khonshu-Elias foil from Lemire run and then there's the grandfather Marc never knew. Who he only knows about through Yitz. and like I hate Yitz and Ernst being the same person (and a rabbi, it's not egdy it's just antisemitic) but Ernst is compelling to me (you are allowed to also be bored by him).

Here is the personification of what your father escaped and hey maybe if you kill your grandfather's murderer you'd get closure? Ha ha no.

But also clearly that's a story that Jews, not edgelord messianics get to tell.

I refuse to ever say anything nice about Bemis.

So the characters that represent intergenerational trauma do NOT come from Bemis' run.

Let's head back to "Death of Elias Spector" by Zelenetz.

This is where we get the story of the generational trauma and start to understand Moon Knight… Where we start to understand Marc Spector.

Up to this point, we have seen him be angry about Antisemitism, fight neonazi scum, and protect Jewish shop-keeps and the likes. We see him get angry about the bombing of a Synagogue and we see him become emotional over the loss of friends.

Before Zelenetz, we understood these to all be proper responses for a Jewish man. Or even just a man in this time period.

But it's when we see the generational trauma that was put so heavily on Marc's shoulders that we start to see those responses as more. We start to see his inner struggles with identity and expectations. We see him be a good man that sees himself as a bad one.

Bemis didn't see any of this.

Bemis said "What if the Rabbi is a Nazi and Marc witnessed him killing people?" He wants it to be more about personal betrayal and revenge than about the horrors of what an actual Nazi is!

There was no undertone. There was nothing deep. This was a man TRYING to tell a deep story for the sake of feeling an egotistical rush so he can pat himself on the back and let people think he's a good Jew.

You don't have to make a Nazi into a supernatural serial killer out for blood to make them into a horror figure.

The real horror lies in the fact that they were regular people that did these things because someone with a little power told them that it was okay.

But let's play with the story a moment. For argument's sake.

Ra as Khonshu's father SHOULD have been a fantastic foil to Elias. Much like in MCU when Ammit was a foil to their mother.

We should have gotten the dissapointed father. We should have gotten the failure for Khonshu to change the world for the better. We should have seen Khonshu change and grow and be able to rise up and declare that HE protects the travelors of the night. That he has chosen a perfect Avatar that can change the world. That he is the Pathfinder, the Embracer, the traveler, and the Defender.

And with that, there is more than violence and fighting. that he can be gentle and kind too.

But we didn't get that.

And Khonshu remains the same.

Moving on to the grandfather. Marc's whole family was murdered in WWII. None of them made it out except for his father and mother.

We don't need an enemy to be a murdering Nazi that specifically targeted his grandfather to make Marc angry.

We don't need a revenge story. That isn't what Moon Knight is about. Because he can't forgive a Nazi. And a Nazi should not live. And there is no way Marvel is going to show him killing a former Nazi out of pure revenge and not have that mess up the character of Marc Spector.

This isn't a revenge story of him hunting down Nazi.

He should never have touched on this. Because there ARE real Nazi that got away with it. There are real Nazi fucks that did terrible things and then wandered off to live normal happy lives.

Having him hide in plain sight AS A JEWISH RABBI is such a kick in the teeth.

And I'm going to do a review specifically on this run in a bit. Expect that soon.

I liked having Yitz as YITZ. Marc getting close to an older Rabbi because he couldn't get close to his own father is a good story. It shows his disconnect with people his own age and his father. It also shows him studying the Torah and working hard to be a good perfect Jewish boy, which leads into Steven's side of things and then further into Jake's take on the spiritual protector.

Heck, an interesting story would be if Yitz had done something that he felt betrayed his trust because then we have a good solid role model that somehow abandoned him or hurt him in some way. And it wouldn't have had to be something terrible. Maybe he left to another state to be with a different Synagogue without warning. Maybe he died suddenly? Any of those things could have hurt him and made him feel alone, since he already didn't connect to children in his school or his own father. We know that Marc feels alone and worthless. It's not a far stretch to show that maybe it started from losing someone he looked up to as a good Jewish person and then not having a role model anymore.

I did not like Ernst. Was he interesting? Probably. I get where he can be compelling as a villain. We all want to hate a good Nazi villain. It's one thing Hollywood has shown time and time again.

But there is no closure in this. There will never be closure in this. Marc still lost his family. His grandfather was a drop in an ocean and if they REALLY wanted to put Nazi fucks in the story, they should have just had young Marc accidentally walk into a KKK rally or something. Because we don't need the threat of the old Nazi. The Nazi just changed their hats. They're still out here today.

This is a story Bemis should never have touched.

I apologize it if sounds like I'm angry. I'm not angry at you by any means!

I'm just so pissed off at Bemis. I respect your wanting to see a better story from the stones Bemis laid before us. It's nice to dream that he could have been a better writer.

Marvel has a lot to answer for and this is just one more thing they managed to really screw up.

#Moon Knight #ask away #Talk to me about Moon Knight #I want to punch Bemis in the face

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Could you please talk about sto?

I tried to search for him in the tags but maybe they're not working for me and I'd like to know more about the man (🪱 worm🪱)

What does he like to do.... His dreams.... If he has friends...

okay so i had to do some nonsense to type this out b/c its too much to type on the phone but also tumblr desktop is still super fucking borked for me in terms of asks and i dont know why

sto is a member of a sapient alien species of giant ice worms! they are extremely solitary and would be considered violent by most standards though they tend not to view themselves as such. their langue is almost entire compromised of "writing" in the form of how the tunnels they burrow through are made, arranged, textured, and their depth, as well as supplemented by various deep subsonic sounds

they exist in a very stream-of-conciousness sort of way, as they literally "write" as they move; in the strange way, they're sort of constantly narrating their own existence

their planet is largely comprised of ice and water but has large swathes of mineral deposites scatter through- some make islands, some are just deposits on the "seabed" (majority is frozen; water really only happens in certain parts during the hottest part of their planetary cycle)

most of the fauna and flora on the planet have to be extremely hardy, as nuritent sources are not the most prominent (they're there! but its not easy), and the planet only has one or two carnivorous species (of which the worms are one of them)

they are cannibalistic as well as feeding off of other species, but dont need to eat exceptionally often as their bodies have this sort of hyper efficiency thing going on

i also have uuhh plotted out a lot of how their ahem reproductive lives work but we can get into that another time

sto's species is considered EXTREMELY dangerous for any offworld travelors as their very sensitive to sound and movement on the surface of the planet and they do Not turn up a chance at easy prey; they also were not believed to be more than just large animals (sto is so far the first the only evidence that their species is not only sapient, but Extremely intelligent, but most dont know about him)

b/c of how their communication works they have a sort of culture that highly empasizes the individual as an aspect of religion (they sort of consider themselves their own gods?) and an emphasis on the endless pursuit of knowledge, as basically most of what they do is write and think

people still come to this planet, however, as its the only known source of an extremely bizarre, highly radioactive mineral that is highly sought after for ~~weaponry~~ RESEARCH purposes, as it's basically so potent it can rip you apart at the molecular level, while also being strangely easy to manipulate and channel

as a result the planet is sort of infamous as a massive death planet where you either get eaten or freeze to death, and mostly only hired hands go there for samples Or ppl who are weird and want to research that planet Specifically (put a pin in this)

so sto HAS seen humans (and other sapient species from off planet) before, and he's eaten his fair share, but mostly hes just extremely curious about them and spent a lot of time "watching" them (the worms have eyes but their sight is Not Great)

and he like. wow he thinks hands are so cool. hands and arms. its so easy to manipulate things!!! if he wants to do that he has to use his tongues. thats so cool he wants hands.

anyway (fake science babble) over the course of like a century this weird little piss has made a device utilizing aforementioned mineral to blast himself apart at a molecular level and reconstruct it as he has pre-programmed it to- resulting in him being able to be _shaped_ into a humanoid form (this is important- he does not know how humans Work inside. he had to guess a lot of things and he largely only managed to look kind of human on a surface level; his bone structure is almost entiely guesswork b/c he knows humans have SOMETHING inside them because they are crunchy, etc. he's mostly worm once you get past the skin. even the skin isnt quite right, because he had not Yet learned what human skin even feels like. he just defaulted to a sort of velvet-soft flesh not unlike what the worms have on spots where theyre not as heavily furred)

eventually he encounters a merc ship and the ppl on board are like "hey what the shitting fucking hell is that thats a guy but thats not a guy what the Fuck"

he can't talk, he doesnt emote, he seems to barely be able to walk, to them he's like a newborn, almost

this is where his "present" story begins to kick off- because on board this ship is a xenobiologist who has gotten free access onboard in exchange for functioning as a ship medic

this is delilah. she is a devout bapist from whatever deep south america there still is on future earth. she loves xenobiology. she ESPECIALLY loves "efficient" xeno-animals. shes here because she Fucking Loves These Worms. These Worms Are Her Favourite. shes also completely fucking insane. whatever you are picturing she looks like you are probably wrong.

shes like hey. that weird guy might die out there hes like. naked. even if hes a ken doll. and theyre like yeah youre right. its cold. theres worms. why is he even fucking here what is going on.

so they drag him on board and internally he's like ": }"

anyway with a lot of poking prodding and meet-cute delilah eventually comes to a Realization of what this dude is even if she doesnt get How this dude is and she promptly loses her whole fucking brain because this is the bestest and coolest thing that has ever happened to her

this is also the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to her shipmates, because theres a fucking death worm on the ship and they left planet side hours ago

so (hand waves a lot of deal making deliberation discussion) evnetually sto is just sort of adopted as a member of the crew, more or less, even if most of the crew is Very Uncomfortable

he and delilah get slowly better at communicating, because they are both very smart and both trying Extremely hard to meet eachother halfway

eventually they become and item and its cute and horrifying and bizarre and delilah gets to fuck her special interest its Amazing and sto has barely any understanding of a _partner_ but he _has_ had brief mates before and he understands that humans tend to stay with their mates and also not mutilate or attempt to eat their mates and he is a Very Good At Human Good Boy and he will Not hurt delilah he loves her very much in his little worm hearts (not that delilah would mind getting murdered by her worm boyfriend, she is, in fact, bonkers)

"sto" is called "sto" b/c thats what the crew started calling him. depending on who you ask its short for either "stoic" or "stowaway"

sto is a "man" because delilah roughly explained the cocnept of gender to him and he was like "oh okay That One" but he doesnt really give a shit about pronouns, he barely understnads what pronouns are

he is delilah's boyfriend/research assistant/research subject and totgethor Adventures happen idk

his humanoid appearance i have not yet made decent art of but you can get an idea by knowing that hes White (like, literally stark white. like snow. not like white as in how some humans are white) and aesthetically largely based on the anime mad scientist trope bc i love it