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samandhislostshoe · 2 years

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i will never, and when i say never i mean NEVER, shut up about the costume layla had. Or in general layla being Taweret's avatar, because i fucking love it. These two as a duo? yes please! And the fighting scene?! WITH THAT SUIT?! killed it. I believe in layla-as-taweret's-avatar supremacy 🛐🛐

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simascreams · 2 years

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Tawaret Adopts Marc & Steven & Jake

I just finished Moon Knight and I had a pretty crack but wholesome idea. It's weird but please stay with me :

Lets say Layla stays as Tawaret's Avatar

She does not ask much hard work from her (unlike SOME Egypt gods who make their Avatars unalive people)

Layla starts volunteering at children's homes and becomes an advocate for women's rights

But Layla becoming Tawaret's part time Avatar has another perk

Tawaret starts fighting over custody of Marc, Steven & Jake over Khnoshu

Listen

She is motherly alright

She was rooting for the guys and after she saw how Khnoshu treats the boys

Making them sacrifice so much from their personal lives, staying up and fighting every fight

(And manipulating them)

She is like "This is not how a god should treat their Avatar"

She is not happy with it

Layla already hates Khnoshu so she is more than okay with Tawaret's intervention

Khnoshu: They are MY avatars not yours!!!

Tawaret : So what I helped them get back I DID NOT DO IT SO THEY CAN DIE AGAIN

Khnoshu : THE SUIT HEALS THEM

TAWARET : IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN USE THEM AS YOU LIKE their body needs rest and they have their own lives!!!!

Steven is touched by Tawaret's concern over their well being

Marc is beyond confused

Jake eats popcorn and watches the chaos

At the end Tawaret ends up taking the custody of the boys

Tawaret : YOU ARE STAYING WITH ME FROM NOW ON

She takes the kids and leave

Tawaret : You can have them as your Avatar again when you learn to appreciate them!!!!

Note : Also... Marc does not understand Tawaret's behavior because he did not have a mom who fought for him and worried over his well being. So this is like a great upgrade for him. From a shitty abusive mom to a loving protective goddesses

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #layla el faouly #khnoshu #tawaret #moon knight headcanon #tawaret headcanon #oscar isaac #may calamawy

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cruzsart · 2 years

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I call it Khonshu and His Boys

I will never let go of the Moon Boys, they quite literally have me in a chokehold. I will patiently wait for season 2 announcement until I’m looking like pigeon head over there.

Anyway, reblogs are appreciated because this quite literally took my soul away but it was fun and I got to draw my boys so win win ❤️

#moon knight #marvel #marvel cinematically universe #mcu #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #mr knight #khnoshu #fanart #moon knight fanart #steven grant fanart #marc spector fanart #khonshu fanart #marvel fanart #jake lockley fanart

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wellthisisnerdy · 2 years

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jake to khonshu: we would never simp for anyone

marc 'baby' spector: ...

steven 'suddenly steals your girl' grant: ...

khonshu to jake: sureeee

#moon knight #moon knight incorrect quotes #mcu #marvel #marvel incorrect quotes #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #khnoshu

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angelmichelangelo · 2 years

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bumped into khonshu in a denny’s parking lot at 2am. scary shit, dude.

#he smokes because he deals with marc steven and jake 24/7 #that'd drive me to cigarettes too pal #i cant draw but this was fun #khnoshu #moon knight art #moon knight #marvel

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laters-gatorz · 2 years

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Does anyone want to do a moon knight role play? I would like to play my OC, who is the daughter of Arthur Harrow and is the avatar of the god Ra.

#marc spector #moon knight #Egypt #marvel #angst prompt #steven grant #jake lockley #khnoshu #oc stuff #double up rp

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rennsdeaddoves · 1 year

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Nem doesn't believe in the gods

which is a really ironic thing. but I find that Khonshu likes to have a sense of irony when choosing who his avatars are.

her mother told her stories of the gods when she was young, how Ra would watch over them every day in his sun boat, Hathor grants them love, and Anubis keeps them safe on the journey they must make to get to the scales. Nem believed these stories, she would pray for various things, and those things were never truly selfish.

but her faith diminished when her mother was attacked, further so when she became sick, the final straw was when a priest of a certain god came preaching, telling the people that they only need to pray and their faith will be rewarded.... She had been praying all her life and was only granted more misery. If the gods were real they were cruel, and everyone said that they were not, so the only other thing was that they were fake. made up by the ancestors to easy there minds and explain why some things happen.

even after Khonshu makes his appearance to her, and then his moon knight she still has her doubts.

#creature series #moon knight #Khnoshu #Khnoshu x reader

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dastbatz · 2 years

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Khonshu in his suit

#moon knight fanart #moon knight #khnoshu

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sobri-k-eyt · 1 year

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Stinky Moon Man

#moonknight #khnoshu #art #moonknightart

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kenpiercemedia · 1 year

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The #betterlatethannever #latergram scenes from the 2022 #newyorkcomiccon at the #javitscenter - here's a #khnoshu #moonknight #cosplay - #medialife w #piercingmetal #kenpiercemedia (at Javits Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn21oRAp7kB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#betterlatethannever #latergram #newyorkcomiccon #javitscenter #khnoshu #moonknight #cosplay #medialife #piercingmetal #kenpiercemedia

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samandhislostshoe · 2 years

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May's acting was incredible all the time through out the whole show, as everyone's was, but i am absolutely smitten by how she played taweret when she was taking over her body. Like wow. No words.

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thedevilsoftruth · 4 months

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Fast, deep and hard.

Pairing: Marc Spector x Afab reader

This is a little drabble or whatever you want to call it.

Warning: Pure smut. Rough sex, hair pulling, name calling.

When Marc said he was angry with Khnoshu and needed to blow off some steam, you didn't really realize just how angry he was until he had you underneath him for several hours on end. His big hand heald both your wrists behind your back, locking them in place and his other curling a fist into your scalp while he repeatedly slammed his cock into you. He didn't normally fuck you so viciously, and he especially didnt fuck you when he was angry. Your knees felt like they were about to give out underneath you, your chest heaving up and down as he pounded into you.

" Gonna.. gonna rip you apart. " he growled, pushing your head into the mattress as you screamed in pure bliss. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands, face contorting in nothing but pleasure. Marc was on the edge, uttering filthy words under his breath as he completely lost himself.

" f-fucking slut. yes, scream, just like that. " he moaned, head falling back as he shoved his whole length inside your pretty, tight hole. The scream you let out was almost pornographic as he hit the spot you were most sensitive to. Your eyes watered, he tugged on your scalp, his cock nudged your sweet spot persistently. You felt like you were on cloud nine, he felt that too. Your eyes rolled back, chants of needy moans escaping your lips. Marc let go of your hair and slapped your ass hard enough that your skin became red. You cried out, arching your back into his touch.

He rubbed where he hit, and then hit again harder than the first time. Then his hand went back into your scalp and tugged in your hair hard, driving his cock into you faster than he'd ever had and sending you to oblivion, letting you reach your peak. He reached his peak too. You both moaned in unison and he let himself fill you with his warm seed. He pulled out, let go of you and watched you limp onto the bed.

" Feeling better? " You asked, rolling on your back and staring up at him. His brows raised as he scoffed. " Oh yeah. Thank you, baby. "

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel mcu #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #jake lockley #marvel smut #moon knight comics #marvel comics #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #marc spector fanfiction #moon knight smut #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant smut #jake lockely smut

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thisisarcanereverie · 2 years

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The Plan (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) Knight and Pawn Series

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Anyway, I hope you are enjoying the series so far!

It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve been allowed to roam. Marc was still tense, still on guard for you to escape. Every morning you would wake up to his arms holding you against him tightly, not letting up his grip at all. You would pretend to sleep as long as you could when he woke up, the familiar tune of a man without love still played in the morning and woke him up. Sometimes it would be Marc that woke up, other times it would be Steven. You haven’t seen Jake in a while, which worried you, and you had no idea why.

Either way, when Marc or Steven woke up they would always get in the shower first. You took advantage of the noise the falling water was creating for your morning ritual, you would start by stating your name and reciting directions one would have to take in order to get to your home and place of work, then you would move on to what happened and how you wound up in this situation and what you were going to do when you got out of it.

Not if, when.

You would recite this three times before you pretended to fall back asleep and usually by the time you do, Marc or Steven is just getting out of the shower. They would get dressed and kiss you on your temple, you would pretend to stir slightly before going back to a peaceful state. Your eyes remain closed until you hear him walk out the door. When he did, you took this time to brace yourself for a new day and gathered your clothes. You gathered a simple cream colored shirt, the sleeves came until your elbow and there was an intricate, lace pattern on the collar, maroon pants that stopped at your ankles, indoor shoes as well as a watch and a necklace. You already had your makeup in the bathroom, and you were smart to lay your clothes at night to save yourself time in the morning. If you had it your way you would cause havoc, you would tear up all those soft and pretty clothes and set the place ablaze. But you knew it would be a mute point, Marc had Khnoshu’s healing armor, and now combined with Steven’s wealth you could do all of that but it wouldn’t be enough to deter them. Marc wouldn’t be harmed by the fire and Steven can just rebuild from scratch. You would only be creating a headache for yourself.

So you decided to play along, at least, until Marc’s guard was down enough for you to escape. You would play along as his doll until the opportunity arose.

The steady streams of hot water relax your tense muscles, the smell of vanilla and roses fill the steamy air as you wash. You scrub furiously, hoping in some way the smell of cedar and smoke will go away.

In some way you guess it never will.

You dry your body and wrap yourself up in one of those fluffy towels. You made your way to the large, fogged up mirror. You don’t even bother to wipe your hand across the glass to see yourself, you just follow your routine, brushing your teeth, your hair, drying your hair, getting dressed, and by the time you do all that the mirror is clear enough to put the bare minimum of makeup on.

You clean up after yourself after you’re done, disposing of the towels and dirty laundry, rinsing the sink, putting your makeup and hair products in their respective places. You exit the bathroom and as usual you find your breakfast on the bed waiting for you. The smell of freshly cooked eggs and bacon along with a cup of coffee. There is a single rose placed away from the food in a small, crystal vase. And there waiting for you on the still unmade bed is Marc. His dark hair was curly and he wore a simple white hoodie with black jeans. This was a scene that had become familiar to you, early morning sun illuminating him, his tanned skin was glowing in the light, his dark eyes catching the light bringing hues of richer, lighter browns into focus. The sun made him look holy, something beautiful and gentle.

But you knew better, you knew that while the sun made him look angelic, he was the devil. He left you for dead, he stalked you for years, he killed your fiance in front of you without remorse, he uprooted your life and flushed all the progress you made down the drain.

You hated him. You reminded yourself every morning. You hated him and nothing will ever change that.

“Good Morning Starlight,” Marc greeted, “You look beautiful.”

“You say that every morning,” You retorted, it was the truth. Every morning after you got out of the shower and got dressed for the morning he would always tell you, you looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful every morning.” Marc’s eyes wandered over your frame, you noticed in his eyes it wasn’t in a sexual, objectivication kind of appriciation in his eyes, but more gentle and tender.

You hated him.

“Thank you for breakfast,” You said silently as you took a piece of bacon and munched on it. You hated to admit it, but for someone who burned water three years ago, he made major improvements in the kitchen department. In fact, if you didn’t see dishes freshly washed in the morning and the fact that Marc never let anyone but you and him in the flat you would assume someone else was making the breakfasts.

You silently munched on the breakfast that he gave you. You asked Marc one day when he brought you breakfast in bed why he did so when the dining room was available. He had a fairly simple response.

“I just enjoy pampering you, starlight.”

“So,” Marc started, “I have some things I have to attend to today so you’ll be alone for most of the day. Steven stayed up last night and made you some meals ahead of time for you to heat up.”

Your brow raised quizzically.

“Is it a Moon Knight thing?”

“You can say that,” Marc said vaguely, you knew better than to press for more details.

—

The morning followed the typical routine after that, after breakfast you helped him make the bed before disposing of your dishes in the dishwasher. You read for a little bit, watched a little bit of television, you grabbed a sketchbook that Marc had gifted you and sketched a few pictures. Sketching was one of the only things that calmed and quieted your mind, when that pencil was in your hands and you guided its way on the paper nothing seemed to matter. Life was broken down into simple shapes, shades, and it developed into textures and shadows, grayscale. You didn’t think you were great at it by any means, but it was the simple pleasures that you found some semblance of peace at.

“It’s great,” You heard him say, his warm breath was at the shell of your ear and your body, having neglected its carnal desires, betrayed you by the goosebumps developing over your skin and your heart stuttering for a moment before returning to normal.

“Thanks,” You said as you ignored the moment of bodily betrayal, you closed the book before looking at him. He had his shoes on and the only set of keys to the flat in one hand. “You're heading out already.”

“Yeah,” He said, “as I said I probably won’t be home until later tonight, you might be asleep by then so don’t be alarmed.” He was about to turn when his eyes caught yours, “we should probably get rule 5 out of the way then.”

“Will it kill you if we miss rule 5 for one day.”

“It just might,” Marc said quietly as you were now eye level with his nose touching yours, “you’ve got me addicted to you, starlight, I need my daily fix.” his voice was husky, hot shallow breaths were exchanged as anticipation buzzed in your nerves. Some part of you, the part of you that you tried to stuff deep inside you was frustrated, why wasn’t he kissing you. Then you saw it in his half lidded eyes, he wanted you to make the first move.

Bastard.

You closed the space between you and his lips melded with yours. Mint, dark chocolate, and coffee created an intoxicating taste meanwhile the scent of cedar, smoke, and rain invaded your sense of smell and the soft fabric of his hoodie was clenched in your hands bringing him closer to you. Your lips moved over his, leaving goosebumps raised on your arms, an electrical tingle down your spine, and every nerve in your body awake and aware of him. You hated the pleasure just kissing him brought to you, you hated that your body was craving him, like it was dying without him. It was a typical fight between mind and body that you had to deal with, with every kiss.

You feel his hands wander, dancing their familiar dance up and down your side, tracing patterns on your waist.

Just as quickly the kiss began, it stopped. Your mind was barely processing the lack of warmth your lips felt and his hands were no longer at your waist. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed painfully.

“Fuck,” Marc cursed underneath his breath as he gently removed your clenched hands from his hoodie, “you’re a temptress, starlight.” Next thing you know he’s by the front door, “I’ll see you in the morning if you’re not up when I get back, starlight. Laters Gators.” and with that he was gone, the flat empty, cold, and locked. And your mind only was able to form one coherent sentence.

“What the fuck?”

—

Your toes dig in the sand as the cool waves come upon shore. You’ve always wanted to see the ocean, ever since you were a kid you wanted to see the vast body of water and the waves that splash on the shore. You're breathing in and out at the same pace as the waves coming in and out. The sound of seagulls in the distance and the sun had just begun to set, its fiery orange, hot pink, and light purple hues reflecting in the water. It looked as though the ocean consisted of millions of diamonds with the way it sparkled underneath the light.

In some strange way the sight made you bittersweet, because you weren’t the only one who dreamed of visiting the ocean.

You still thought of Marc, more than you care to admit, you tried to remember the good things about him. How when you were kids you, him, and randall would play jungle adventure or pirates. Or when no one had asked you to prom or school dance, he would show up on your front door, in a button up with flowers and take you himself. When your legal guardians at the time threw you out onto the streets, Marc was right there in the rain with you as you cried and gave you a place to stay. He became your family, you fell in love with him in the truest, most selfless way possible. You didn’t expect him to love you back, you didn’t expect anything from him for your feelings. So, when he introduced you to Layla, you stuffed down the slight twinge of jealousy and got to know her. She was beautiful, light dusting of freckles on her skin, dark curly hair and thick eyebrows, dark eyes, but beyond the pretty face you got to know how kind she was and overall an amazing person with a great sense of humor, a wit that could hold against Marc, and you couldn’t help but love her. Layla had quickly become one of your best friends so when you heard of their marriage, you didn’t cry, you didn’t curse her or him. Instead you stuffed the sharp bite of your heart and embraced them while you mocked being offended for not being invited despite the last minute nature of their marriage.

You were brought out by your thoughts as strong arms wrap around your waist.

“There seems to be a storm brewing in your mind lovely,” Alec said softly as he peppered your neck in small pecks, your hands found his hands at your waist and you held them, thumb brushing over the vein that popped out.

“When isn’t there,” You smiled softly, you both watched the sunset over the water for a few more minutes in complete silence.

“So what did work want?” You asked, you and Alec were walking on the beach earlier when he got a call, he said it was from work and stepped away in order to answer it. Alec often had calls coming in from work, you would have been suspicious of it had it not been how he spoke and presented himself whenever they called. You could feel him tense before answering.

“They offered me a leading position on this project,” He said as you turned around in his arms with a smile on your face. Maybe if you weren’t so blinded by happiness for him you would have noticed the strange look in his eyes, or how sweat had begun to develop on his brow.

“That’s great!”

“I’ll have to relocate to New Jersey,” He said, “if I do this,” he starts moving his hands to cradle your face, “I want you to come with me.”

“Of course I will,” You said, your hands settled gently on his wrists.

“I love you,” He said, his eyes shining with so many unsaid things, “I love you and I want you to be my wife.”

“Is that an official question?”

“It is,” He confirmed, “I was going to ask later tonight so I don’t have the ring on me, but I love you with everything I have in me and I want you to be my wife, please will you have me as yours?”

“As my wife or husband,” You teased lightly, you both laughed before he replied, “just yours.”

“Yes,” You whisper, kissing his soft lips.

You later found out upon returning to the hotel room that he purchased the ring about a few hours before you got on the plane to come here in one of the airport shops. He said he knew he wanted to be your husband for a while but hadn’t built up the nerve to ask until that moment.

You wished he would’ve lived to see your wedding.

—-

After that exchange with Marc earlier you decided to take a nap to clear your head. Which didn’t seem to help matters much as you dreamt of Alec, his amber eyes still haunt you, but some part of you was relieved that he still did.

Because in some sort of sad, disturbing way, that meant that he was still with you.

It took you some time to register the dark figure in your doorway. Your heart beat furiously and you grabbed the nearest thing to protect yourself, which just happened to be a lamp that didn’t work. You couldn’t make out their face, but the way they stood was familiar.

“Calm down,” it was Jake, “we don’t have much time.”

“What do you want?” You asked, “You nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”

“I don’t have much time before I have to give the body back so listen.” You shut up, it was only then that you noticed all the mirrors covered up. You remembered Marc saying that it took a lot of willpower to be a fly on the wall, and that mirrors help. So whatever it was, Jake didn’t want anyone else in the conversation. You put the lamp aside as Jake made his way to you.

“In a few days that front door will be unlocked and an old friend will be waiting downstairs to take you to a safe house.” He sat beside you, “your only job is to get Marc to sleep and sleep deeply. So deep not Steven nor I will be able to wake with him.” and with that he gets off the bed and back to the door, “When you see Marc again, you have to pretend it is the first time you’ve seen him all day. Act like nothing happened, you’re going to be ok.” When he goes to leave you stop him for a moment.

“How can I trust you?” You asked, unsure if you can trust him at all. You see him turn his head, his dark eyes vulnerable as you can see him struggle to remain present.

“What other choice do you have?”

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a-moonlit-omen · 2 years

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I really love your yan dad khnoshu ideas ..i wish you'd turn them into a story! also a crossover with the riordanverse sounds really brilliant!

Thank you so much! You know what just for you Anon I'll show what I wrote for the first yan dad Khonshu idea while my wifi was out about a week ago.

Yan Dad Khonshu WIP

“Shh, little moth, I’ve got you, Father's got you.” Steven’s eyes flew open in fear, knowing that voice should be long gone from his and Marc’s lives. He couldn’t even get a faint whimper out before the damned old pigeon was on him, checking him over.

“Shh, my son, you’re safe now. I took away from those vile fools, mistreating you just to make themselves feel better, you and Marc both. Even if I had to split you into separate bodies to keep you safe from each other while you adjust.”

“Adjust? What in the bloody hell do you mean adjust!? I want Marc, I want to go home!” Steven threw himself against his restraints, headbutting Khonshu in the process. Yet all the bastard did was sigh.

“Steven, Starshine, you won’t get to see Marc until you’ve both calmed down, now please stop thrashing you’re going to hurt yourself at this rate.” All Steven did was thrash harder, calling out his brother.

“Marc! Marc hhelmmlp!” Khonshu carefully threaded a gag into Steven’s mouth.

“Shh, Starshine, I already told you you’ll only get to see Marc once you both calm down. You’re only going to scream yourself hoarse if you keep this up. I’ve got Marc even more locked down than you so even if your brother could hear you he can’t reach you.” Khonshu pulled a weighted blanket over Steven, tucking it under his chin. “Now rest, my son, I’ll let you see Marc if you’ve calmed down after your nap.” Steven froze as Khonshu pressed his beak to his forehead in a mock kiss.

#moon knight #yandere khonshu #platonic yandere #parental yandere #parental khonshu #steven grant #answered asks

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