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Didn't wait for an answer, here's a selection of the funniest random observations I made while reading a terrifying amount of Moon Knight last year:
Werewolf by Night #32:
I shouldn't be shocked seeing how I'm starting on the 32nd issue of an obscure comics character but I have. Zero clue what's going on.
"I've never been celibate when it comes to curiosity" why would you phrase it like that.
"Out to do my job and collect my bread" *thinks of the meme and tries not to scream-laugh in public*
Marvel Spotlight #28
This dude is really calling himself Conquer Lord and has an alligator pit, comics are WILD
Marvel Two-in-One #52
...he...he tried to kill me with a forklift...
Moon Knight #1
Marlene get it together damn
Okay no but actually Marc immediately getting up, rambling cryptic nonsense, stealing a cloak off a statue, and then running to kill a guy is so on brand.
Moon Knight #4:
"The flash blinded me!!" smug matt murdock laughter
Moon Knight 6:
"I don't much like Marc Spector" the more things change etc. etc. etc.
"Kill the Americans" *frenchie voice* EXCUSE YOU-
Moon Knight 7:
WE HAVE THE MUSTACHE LADIES AND GENTS, WE HAVE THE MUSTACHE
"Speaking of your precious pretty boy millionaire" JAKE PLEASE LMAOOO
Moon Knight 10:
Ah yes, a mental breakdown while soaking wet...classic.
"Emotionally turbulent public chauffeur" I am ONLY calling Jake that from now on
PLEASE NOT HIM ALAS POOR YORICK-ING ON A GARGOYLE...
Moon Knight 12:
What in the Russian Sleep Experiment is going on here on this day
Moon Knight 16:
Invoking Diana and Charles aged very badly lmao
Moon Knight 22:
How many car crashes has Frenchie been in this run?? Like three or four by now????
Moon Knight 27:
"What's the going price for a cop" JACOB LOCKLEY LMAO
NOT THE KINGPIN, MATT WHERE ARE YOU
"The Kingpin can wait until another day" *muffled matt voice* NO PLEASE HE'S YOUR PROBLEM NOW COME BACK
Moon Knight 28:
"If you're lucky, you don't wake for a week" PRETTY sure that's called a coma
"You both deserve a kiss" I can promise you, Khonshu does not
Moon Knight 34:
0/10 they made Gena cry
Moon Knight 35:
"The man's determination is both inspiring and frightening." That's it, that's the system.
Moon Knight 37:
"Bottled up hostility and fists, fists, fists." That's why you're not allowed to hang out with Daredevil
Fist of Khonshu 4:
I hate that this version of the mask has lips
Fist of Khonshu 6:
This run was kind of ass, full offense.
West Coast Avengers Collection:
Wait why are they putting Tony in a special tank for the suit...just take the suit???
PLEASE NOT CLEA FLIRTING WITH BEN FRANKLIN
Moon Knight doesn't show up until almost 80% of the way through, I want my money back.
"The Temple of Khonshu" ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP, YOU STUPID PIGEON
"Time has split in seven" please stop splitting time...
West Coast Avengers 31-37:
Marc voice: sorry babe, just dissociating and chatting with my moon god
I'm sorry, Doctor Doom Norted a boy?????
Marc: I have a plan *immediately gets beamed in the head by a mace*
Tigra: Is...is that the plan?????
WAIT HE'S BEEN POSSESSED BY KHONSHU THIS WHOLE TIME???
Everyone: wow, ain't love grand
Bobbi: I'm divorcing Clint
Marc Spector: Moon Knight 9
Okay as much as I like unkillable Marc, it is a little funny when he's walking around complaining about his ribs
Amazing Spider-Man 353-358
Midnight really does look like Eren Jaegar and it's distracting
Did Frank. Did Frank really just risk blowing his cover to make a pun.
Daken: Dark Wolverine 15:
"The fact that I may collapse any second from blood loss begs to differ" Marc I am begging you to get to a hospital.
Moon Knight (2014) - Wood Edition:
Marc showing up looking homeless with a dusting of his own blood = SO ON BRAND
AND THEN IMMEDIATELY GETTING HIS ASS KICKED Marc, never change
MARC SPECTOR HAVING A NORMAL ONE
Moon Knight (2016) - Lemire Edition:
FINALLY BACK BABY LET'S GO
I'm sorry but the fact that this IS all in Marc's head and he's remember his friends with such fondness is...I'm emo...
"I'm nothing without my friends, Gena" screaming crying frothing at the mouth etc.
"Maybe my job was just to get us here. Give you a chance to rest." SCREAMING. CRYING. ETC. ETC.
Absolutely hate that his "dying" thoughts are of his friends, Lemire I'm coming for you personally
"I'll see Gena. She'll know what to do." tries not to scream in public
"That's a very specific lead, Crawley" all of his leads are like that my dude
Steven just watching Anput bite that dude's throat like "oof sucks for that guy. anyway-"
Moon Knight (2017) - Suffering in the Bemis Run:
Oh she is about to make this so much worse.
OH YOU MADE IT SO MUCH WORSE
"The inspector holmes of kung fu madmen" what am I READING, what YEAR IS IT???
"Marc Spector can be overly confident" that's the first correct thing you've said all issue, dude
I don't like the use of "psychopath" as an insult but someone (presumably Steven or Jake but MAYBE Khonshu) putting Marlene in his phone as "let it go" IS pretty funny [Note from present me: My theory for this is that it was Steven, since as of the Mackay run only Marc and Jake still seem to have strong feelings for her.]
Kicking his flaming pants onto Sun King was definitely not beneath him. That's extremely on brand.
Guys I'm tired...
Doctor Strange Damnation:
"In, but out of his mind" oh this is already gonna get exhausting
"Try not to kill any of them. That means you, Knight" HI, HELLO, BLADE IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE, JOHNNY BURNS PEOPLES' SOULS OUT, WHY ARE YOU SINGLING HIM OUT???
I'M NOT GONNA READ GHOST RIDER TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE SHUT UP
Avengers: Age of Khonshu (oh boy):
Thor with baby! Thor with baby!!
"Consorting with moon wizards" STILL NOT THE WEIRDEST THING HE'S EVER DONE
"quivering chicken-god" HEY only we're allowed to call him that! (there is something weirdly wholesome about Marc taking the lead, though)
I've only had Robbie Reyes for five seconds but I'd commit a felony for him
YOU'RE ARRESTING KHONSHU???? YOU CAN'T ARREST KHONSHU???????
Okay update, I guess Thor can arrest Khonshu. I hope they go for the punishment of having Loki throw birdseed at him for the next couple thousand years.
T'Challa: You should join up with us now that we're done fighting.
Marc, thinking about how everyone called him crazy BEFORE he did some dumb boneheaded shit, and how much worse it'll be now that he beat up Thor: Y'know what i'm GOOD, THANKS-
Moon Knight - MacKay Edition:
VAMPIRE MLM, TRULY THE FACE OF EVIL
Man, Marc is just trying to turn a new leaf, help some people, and people REALLY CANNOT JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE, HUH...militant atheists on one hand, religious extremists on the other, my dude needs a NAP
"You lost me at 'destroy our enemies' but I appreciate the effort" Reese I'd die for you I hope you know that
"And that makes us brothers" Marc this is why you've gotta start hanging out with Jake and Steven again, every other brother you've had has sucked lmao
"You know I can see in the dark, right?" "You know I can't, right?" D&D parties with the token human be like-
#screech reads moon knight#that sure was a time in my life#these aren't even all the random notes I took just the funny ones I had saved in a notes app
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Book Dilemna
pairing: Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader
summary: You’re moving in with the boys, and Marc greatly underestimated how many books you were bringing into their already full of books apartment.
cw: What’s a little bickering between lovers, Marc suggests something blasphemous about books several times. Mostly fluff.
wc: 1413
a/n: Is this a little anecdotal of when I moved in with my boyfriend and he thought I had too many books? Yes. I can only imagine how many books Steven and I could have if we combined our libraries and we would both be in heaven but Marc hates it.
Here’s something a little sweet while I work on something heartbreaking with Marc.
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Marc thought Steven had a lot of books. He had naively assumed Steven had the biggest personal collection of books that someone could have in one apartment, and that only libraries or bookstores would have more than him.
That thought left his brain immediately when he was lugging up the tenth box of books from the moving van into his - now shared with you - apartment.
He unceremoniously dropped the box on the table and rolled his shoulders as he gave you an unimpressed look. “Please tell me that was the last box of books.”
You looked at him from the kitchen where you were unpacking your favorite mugs into the cabinets. “Um… how many have you brought up?”
“I think that was ten.”
The grimace on your face let Marc know it was not, in fact, the last box of books. How many books could you even have? Marc wondered if you had even read them all, or if you hoarded them like a dragon. He groaned as he sat at the dining table, leaning his head back on the rest of the chair. “How many more?”
You gave a little shrug, apologizing. “Maybe a few more?”
Marc’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you suspiciously. “A few, like 3 more or a few like another 10?”
“… 5? I’m not sure honestly…. I didn’t keep track when I packed them up!” You defended yourself, putting the last mug away. You made your way towards the door, slipping shoes on. “I’ll go get the rest of them, you sit for a few minutes, you’ve been going up and down for the past hour and a half.” You really did feel bad, Marc was being such a trooper after all, lugging your stuff from the van.
Marc shook his head, already standing up and wrapping his arms around you to stop you from going downstairs to get the boxes. “No, no, I can do it. C’mon, I was Moon Knight - I’ve dealt with ancient Egyptian gods, you think I can’t handle boxes of books?” he teased.
“You’re the one complaining -“ You started, before Marc interrupted you with a kiss. As he pulled away with a grin on his face, you rolled your eyes. He started it.
“Where do you and Steven plan on putting all these books, huh? Steven’s books already have most of the real estate in here.” Marc gestured to the stacks of unorganized books that already claimed every available surface of the apartment sans the kitchen counters and dining table.
“We just have to organize them a bit, we’ll fit them!” Marc raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with an incredulous look on his face. Your confidence wavered a bit under his look and as you took in the inventory of just how many books were around you. But really, you were sure that with a bit of organizing you could fit them all.
“Maybe you’ll have to get rid of some -“ Marc started before he heard two interruptions.
Are you out of your mind? Steven.
“Are you out of your mind?” and you.
If it wasn’t so annoying how you had both screeched at the mere suggestion of losing a couple of books, Marc would’ve found it hilarious that the two of you had been so in sync. He raised his hands in mock surrender, he at least knew when he’d lose a battle. “Okay, okay, forget I said it. Geez, you and Steven hated that idea.”
You smiled triumphantly, both for getting your way of keeping all of your books, and the fact that at least one of your boyfriends understood. Two against one worked in favor, after all. “Good. At least one of you has some sense! Getting rid of books… unbelievable!”
She’s right, Marc. Getting rid of books, that’s just mental. Steven agreed with you, and Marc could see him shaking his head from the corner of his eye in the mirror hanging nearby.
“At what point do you two have too many books?”
There’s no such thing as too many books!
“There’s no such thing as too many books!”
“You two have to stop doing that.” Marc deadpanned, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Let’s just finish getting all of them into the apartment, before we decide what to do with them. I will honestly be shocked if you and Steven can fit all of them on these shelves.” Marc said, opening the front door to go back downstairs.
You trailed behind him, at least to help finish unloading the van so that he wasn’t the only one doing the heavy lifting. “We’ll fit them all, you’ll see!”
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You definitely were not going to fit all these books.
You and Steven had waited for the next weekend to tackle organizing and shelving both his and your collections.
The day started with the two of you bickering over the proper way to organize the books.
“Definitely by title.”
“Title? But then you could end up mixing the subjects! We should do it by subject and genre.”
“That might work for all of your history books, Steven, but what about my novels? Some are romance, some are fantasy, and some are both! What if one of my romantic fantasies get misplaced into the ‘just fantasy’ section?”
Oh my god, you two are making this so much more complicated. Just put them on the shelves!
Steven’s gaze shot over to the mirror hanging on the wall so quickly, you thought he might have gotten whiplash. “We certainly will not “just put them on the shelves”, Marc! They have to be organized.
Do it by color then.
Steven knew if you had just heard the blasphemous words that Marc just suggested, you would lose your marbles. “Absolutely not.”
“What? What’d Marc suggest?” you asked curiously.
“Organizing them by color.” Steven snorted, even adding an overdramatic touch of shuddering his shoulders. “Can you imagine, love? By color?”
You paused and Steven’s bemused expression fell. “You can’t be serious.”
”I’ve seen pictures online where people have done it, it did look kind of pretty.” You shrugged, nonchalantly. You couldn’t say you would actually humor the idea of organizing books by color, but the absolute conniption it put Steven in almost made you reconsider.
”How would you even find anything?”
“I know what color my books are! Not my fault that most of your history books are all brown and yellow.”
Steven couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His own partner, suggesting organizing books by color. If he wasn’t so in love with you (and if he didn’t think it would be a case of the pot calling the kettle) he would’ve called you mad.
After about ten more minutes of bickering, discussing how to organize the books, you and Steven had agreed that first by genre, and then by title would be the simplest way. It would most likely be the quickest way to find books when they were needed.
It took another three hours just to organize the books into stacks, spread out around the apartment and labeled with sticky notes on what genre they were (which also lead to a few more interesting debates on whether you would sort ‘general mythology’ books with his Egyptology books, or should it Steven just have a ‘mythology’ genre - or should your romance books be separated by ‘young adult’ and ‘adult’).
But by dinner time, you and Steven had managed to get many of the books onto shelves around the apartment.
You were washing the dishes after dinner, when Marc approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. “I’m surprised you two got as far as you did.” Marc had honestly suspected he would come to front and find the apartment overrun with books.
You turned your head towards him, beaming with a prideful gleam that Marc could practically hear ‘I told you so’ coming. “You doubted us?”
”When I could hear you two arguing practically all day? Yes.” Marc chuckled, rolling his eyes.
You returned the eye roll and handed Marc a towel to start drying the dishes you were washing. He took it from you, diligently drying and putting the dishes away. “We weren’t arguing, we were discussing.”
”Mhm. If you say so.” Marc says, a teasing grin on his face.
“Although… I hate to say you were right about one thing.”
Marc’s face lit up and he grinned like a cheshire cat.
“Oh? Do tell.”
”We’re going to have to buy more bookshelves.”
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looooooved your steven somno/cockwarming story! it did leave me wishing i could be inside stevens head though.... if u ever wanted to write a little drabble from his perspective about what he was up to while the reader was asleep i certainly would not be opposed...
I Need Some Sleep 2.0
Summary: Mini Drabble companion to I need some sleep from Steven's POV. You've fallen asleep with Steven deep inside you and the poor man tries to hold onto his failing sanity (cockwarming galore).
ASTROBOOT’S MASTERLIST | MOON KNIGHT MASTERLIST
The acrid heat of the desert made the trek across the Sahara desert unbearable and our--
Our-- journey tha-- shit.
The book lands with a thud against the mattress. Steven's eyes squeezes shut as he tries to steady his own breathing. His heart rabbiting away with a punishing pace below his ribs somewhere.
He has to finish. The sooner he finishes... He grits his teeth and picks up the book again. Steven blinks up on the page. The words are blending together. Where was he? What did he read. God, he can't remember-- He's going to have to stop from the top of the page again isn't he...
The acrid heat-- The acri--- fuuuuuuuuuck.
Steven groans, a deep and pained groan torn from the depth of his soul and needy chest as he feels you shift against him, clamped tight and warm and achingly slick around his painfully hard cock.
This is bloody torture.
The heat of you wrapped all around him, and he feels like every nerve in him is strumming with a high-pitched scream, screeching in his blood. Oh fuuuck.
You're squeezing around him again. So blissfully tight he thinks he's going to lose his mind from it.
He wants to move. No, fuck, not want... needs to.
His arm comes to his forehead as he drapes it across his eyes, blocking out the light of the room and all his vision, so that he can just... breathe, for a second. He just -- he needs to focus... finish... fuck that's what you said wasn't it? He just needs to finish and then-- then--- shit, what did you say again?
Why is he doing this again? What is he doing?
His eyes dart to the book in his hand, and the distant memory of it vaguely flashes across the remaining operating brain cell fighting to hold on, between his temples.
'Finish the work' the memory of your voice reminds him, ringing sweet and taunting between his ears. 'You’ve promised Marc and I’m not going to move an inch until you finish.'
Right... Marc... He'd promised Marc.
Marc, who had been adamant that he finished reading this tome of a book tonight, even as you had gotten increasingly cranky for Steven to join you in bed.
Marc who had nagged him from the mirror all bloody evening about finding the location hidden somewhere in the accounts of Hargrave...
Marc who -- the moment you went to sleep, with his cock buried deep inside, dangling as a reward and punishment all wrapped into one blissfully aching and torturous parcel -- conveniently disappeared into smoke. That nagging grump of a man fled the scene, the moment you sank on his cock and left Steven to his own woeful devices.
Rotten traitor. Right arse. Marc's the one who got him in this damned mess in the first place.
You hum in your sleep, soft and sweet. Then you shift again, squeezing and clamping down and ---
shitshitshitshit. This is torture. Oxygen flees from his lungs in a rush. His toes curl into the sheets, and his hips stutters into you, but you're squeezing too hard around him. He can't get deeper, can't work himself into you like this and -- God.
Steven's gonna die. Or cry. Or black out. God this isn't fair.
His grip on the edges of the book tightens, and he can feel the blood leaving his knuckles, until he's gripping so hard he can feel the bones in his fingers pressing up against the leather of the cover.
The acrid heat, he recites to himself. That's where he left off... he just needs to finish. He just needs to finish this goddamn book. Just a few more pages, and then --- then...
The slick silken heat of you tightens around his cock, the blinding pressure searing through his spine--- oh god... it's so good, you're so tight.
Sinking his teeth hard against his bottom lip, the blunt pain sharpens his mind long enough that he swears he can taste blood. He could roll you over right now. Have you on your back as he pushes you into the mattress with his body. Wrap your legs around him, thrust into you, you're so wet already. Dripping down the length of him and he can feel it leak down his cock to his stomach.
It wouldn't take much, he's nearly there. Can feel his climax looming like a threat along the tip of his tongue promising him rhapsody if he'd only take it. Maybe he doesn't even need to do that, he could grind himself into you to completion from where he's lying, it'd be so good. You'd feel so good.
But you'd told him to finish this first... Told him you wouldn't move until he's done.
Fuckfuck, he clamps his eyes tightly shut, biting down the sob punching through his throat. Pushing back the tears that are pushing behind his eyelids. His hands at his sides tightens into a fist.
He can wait. He can do as he's told. That's what you wanted...
He can do this... Just... a few more pages, he's a fast reader... Yeah... he can-- he can do this.
Nodding to no one in particular but himself, Steven opens his eyes again, and brings the book up to his face.
The acrid heat of the desert made the trek across the Sahara desert unbearable....
Author's note: gaaaah thank you for this sweetie nonny, I'm so so sorry I've held onto for it as long as I did as I did intend to write a sequel but life has just been a runaway train from me lately.
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Based on a request by @mintellaine: Moon Boys married prompts #6&7: being able to predict the other's moves & predict the other's words
Content: f!reader, established relationship, action, violence, fluff, kissing, mentions of food
Word Count: 805
Moon Knight's cape swished valiantly behind him as his muscular thigh thrusted outward in a punishing kick. The foul-smelling, ghastly supernatural creature yelped, its phantom bones crunching as it careened toward you.
"Drop!"
"Yep!"
Your body had already instinctively reacted. Sprinting forward, you dropped to your knees, skidding under the creature. Raising your arm, you dragged your curved dagger through its hairy abdomen.
Your enemy's ear-piercing shriek momentarily disoriented you, propelling you into a stumble, rather than you flipping to your feet with your usual grace.
Before even your shoulder could graze the bruising asphalt, a white gauze-wrapped arm slid underneath you, absorbing your fall. Tucking you in tightly to the solid safety of his chest, the two of you hit the rooftop with an "umph."
Heavy breaths pushed past your lips as you came down from your adrenaline rush, cocooned carefully inside your husband's white cape. His glowing, moonbeam eyes narrowed into slits as he inspected you for injury.
"Give me a second?" You panted, grateful for his protective embrace.
"Yeah, I can do that," he answered, his mask disappearing.
"Hi," you breathlessly whispered, smiling at his handsome face.
"Hey," he casually returned, admiration etched into his cute smirk. "That was a hell of a move."
"Thanks, I - "
" - learned from the best," he grinned.
Pulling you to your feet, Marc grasped your arms to steady you.
Suddenly, white gauze melted away as a shining, three-piece deliciously tight suit appeared.
"Darling, you were amazing," Steven bragged...but before he could compliment your attire, which he was always prone to do, even mid-fight, his warm brown eyes widened in panic.
You were already ducking as the word left his mouth. Scrambling away from this newest threat, you heard the crunch of bone.
White, gloved fists brutally connected with the jaw of yet another vile creature. Where were these things coming from?
Rolling out of the way, you scurried around behind the beast, mindful of the roof's edge. But before you could attack with your daggers, it lunged backward, knocking you dangerously close to your doom.
Steven, whose white mask was in place now, leapt into the air brandishing his signature heavy batons. "Get away from her, you!"
Having gained the creature's attention, it turned and attacked him with a screeching howl. Steven became a flurry of moonlit precision, striking blow after kick after thud with his batons. This gave you time to attack from the back. With a cry of fury, you lunged forward with all your might, sinking two daggers into the creature's gangly back.
It screeched - its ghastly body arching in agony as Steven tipped his sassy chin in a final salute. "That's m'wife, mate."
Then the creature was ash.
You stood across from your husband - a dagger in each hand, hair a wild mess, chest heaving, hoping that was your final fight tonight.
"Wow...look at you," Steven marveled, his mask disappearing once more.
"I probably look as crazy as that thing...before it disintegrated," you laughed, tucking your daggers away.
"Not possible," he chuckled. "But let me guess: you're bloody starving." You always were after a good fight.
With a cute shrug, your nose crinkled in delight, "You read my mind."
"Dumplings?" He proposed, knowing how much you loved them.
"Mmm, the way to my heart," you murmured, yanking his tie and pulling his lips to yours.
The adrenaline of a fight always brought some spice to your marriage, and your knees gave out a little as Steven's tongue ran along the seam of your lips. Opening your mouth to him, you felt the beautiful proof of his life - his hot, panting breath, mingling with the slightly salty tinge of sweat from his exertion.
He was safe. And all yours.
Strong arms swept you up into a possessive embrace. Marc. His tongue licked in hotly into your mouth, tangling with yours, as the fullness of his lips caressed your own deliciously.
"Do we have to get vegan dumplings?" He pouted, nibbling your lips one at a time.
"Babe, you know that place on the corner always adds pork dumplings to Steven's vegan order."
With one final kiss, his mask and hood cloaked his face once more.
"Ready?" Marc proposed, nodding down to the street below.
"Do you even have to ask?" You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck trustingly. The moon was full tonight, so its Knight would glide across the sky with ease.
With you tucked closely to his side, Marc leaped into the night sky. The thrill of flying...or falling gracefully overwhelmed you, making you giggle childishly in delight.
"This is my favorite way to travel!" You called over the whoosh of air around you.
"Thanks, but - "
" - don't tell Jake, I know," you finished his sentence, knowing how much Jake liked to drive you around (and drive you wild).
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feeding the needy
pairing: moon knight & fem!reader (platonic)
word count: 1.4k
summary: marc is leaving and wants to feed/take care of reader (he doesn't know how to do it like a normal person)
a/n: could be read as a standalone + dear anon, this is for you <3
Today was just like any other day. It was around 4 in the evening and Darling had to walk and take the train and underground to get home. It was also cloudy and wet, the wind blowing tiny droplets of water all over her face when she walked, she didn't know whether that could really be considered rain or not. She didn't even take an umbrella out, probably for the best because she has broken 3 umbrellas so far due to the shitty windy weather.
She wasn't even wearing a jacket either, because it wasn't particularly cold, in fact, she was sweating under her hoodie. Both the train and underground were very loud, making her ears ring, and because she hated going on public transport with her ears naked, she wore her headphones and blared her music of choice in retaliation. She'd rather suffer from loud music rather than the screeching of the underground and the train.
By the time she got to her apartment building, her clothes were wet and extremely warm at the same time due to her body heat, her backpack was wet and she prayed the water hadn't seeped inside where her laptop and textbook were. The lift to the flat smelled like bleach, like someone attempted to mop in it, but couldn't get that underlying smell of cigarettes, rust and piss. At least, they tried. The lights were flickering when she got to her floor and walked straight to her door with her keys in her hand. Darling froze when she noticed the plastic bag by her door, one she didn't remember putting out.
It was a Tesco shopping bag, and when she leaned down and flipped one of the sides open, she was met with a random selection of groceries, like milk, tea, cucumbers, dish soap, sugar, syrup, and other random items. She looked around the empty dim corridor, nobody was there but her. She didn't even order anything online, she's never got her groceries delivered to her place, either.
She should ask Marc and the boys if they knew something about it.
Darling grabbed the bag in her other hand and knocked on Steven's door, she heard a few shuffles inside and a voice, “Come in!” She rolled her eyes and pushed the door open, she told them multiple times to lock the door like normal people do, but instead, Marc said something about easy escape, which didn't make sense because a bad guy could come in through his “easy escape” plus there was a window and they can fly??? Whatever.
Closing the door behind her, and locking it, she placed the Tesco bag and her wet backpack on the floor while trying to untie her shoes and talk at the same time, “I found a bag full of groceries in front of my door, did you see anyone– What are you doing?” She said when she realised what they were doing; packing.
Her keys were chucked on the kitchen counter without looking and she walked inside the flat, leaving her wet shoes and bags on the floor by the front door. Darling looked at the opened gym bag on the bed and the clothes all spread out on it. She also quickly noticed the tilt of the man's mouth, the hair pushed back from his forehead and the shirt he was wearing, “Marc, what the hell are you doing?”
“Packing,” He said without looking up. “I'm leaving for Paris for a couple of days.”
Darling stared at him with her mouth open, “Why?”
“For a job, it shouldn't take long.”
“Oh,” Darling said and he finally looked up at her, “You look like a rat who crawled up from the sewers.”
Darling glared at him, “The weather was shit, asshole. And why didn't you tell me you were leaving sooner? Wait– When are you leaving? When are you coming back? “ She quickly asked, trying not to worry or freak out because what if he gets attacked or dies or what if someone shows up looking for him when he isn't there and they hurt her or what if-
“Hey,” Marc placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, frowning with worry. “I'm leaving tomorrow morning and coming back in 2 days.”
“Oh, okay.” Darling nodded, “You said it was for a job…Is it Moon Knight stuff or… “
“No, but maybe Moon Knight will be needed, I hope not, but can't be too sure.” He hummed, rolling t-shirts and shoving them neatly in the bag, military style.
“I've never been to Paris…” Darling mumbled, watching him work in a well-practised manner, hypnotising her in the satisfying way everything looked neat and fit exactly where he wanted it to.
“I'll get you a postcard and a stamp.” He said.
“Really?” She smiled looking up.
“Just feed Gus. Steven left instructions in a sticky note on the tank.” He said, nodding his head towards the bubbling tank. Her eyes found the tank and swept the flat, landing at the front door and the mysterious grocery bag.
“Oh yeah, do you have any idea about the bag I found in front of my door?” She asked, pointing at it.
“Emptied out the fridge so things don't go bad.” He explained and Darling was confused. “You're coming back in 2 days, though?”
Marc's hands froze over a pair of socks, his ears turning a little red, “Payment for feeding Gus, then.”
Darling squinted her eyes at the man, not entirely believing him. “Okay… But you are coming back in 2 days, right?”
“That's what I said.” He finally zipped his bag shut and placed it on one of the many tables around Steven's flat. “Because yesterday I had a dream a black dog bit me in the ass. Or a fox, a black one. I don't remember. It had big ears tho-”
Marc let out a laugh in disbelief, “What does that have to do anything with me?”
“Don't you believe in omens, signs and shit?”
Marc thought about it for a second and shrugged, “No, not really.”
Darling’s shoulders slumped, “Dude, you're literally Khonshu’s Avatar! And you literally came back from the dead… “
“So?”
Darling scowled and crossed her arms over her chest, “If anything happens to me or to you, I'm calling Layla AND DuChamp.”
Marc glared at her, “You don't need to bother them, nothing will happen.”
“Uhm, yeah, okay, sure,” Darling said sarcastically, every time Marc said nothing would happen, something did happen, like that one time he tried to fix her sink instead of calling a professional to do it, and they both ended up drenched from head to toe, trying to explain to the neighbours that nobody was getting murdered but a pipe just burst.
It's not the same as a life-threatening scenario, because the closest Darling has come close to death or danger is when she catches Marc bleeding out in his flat alone in the middle of the night, trying to stitch himself up when Khonshu decides to be a bitch and not heal him immediately, as some sort of cruel punishment. So she ends up cradling his body as much as she can in her clumsy arms, trying her best to wipe away the evidence of his violence and vengeance from his skin.
After Marc finishes packing and tells Darling about all the ways she can protect and save herself if anything is to happen. At the end of the day, she ended up tucked in her bed, a towel wrapped around her wet hair, watching YouTube videos on her laptop. At some point, Darling felt a little peckish and remembered that Marc had given her a full bag of groceries she hadn't even put away yet. So she hurried out of bed to put the milk in the fridge and all the rest where they belonged so they wouldn't get bad. The last item that had to be put away was a small yellow box, with 4 egg custard tarts in it. Darling slowly smiled, warmth and happiness washing over her.
They were the same tarts that were hated by Marc and Jake, because they were too sweet, and “Why the hell would egg be a flavour?”. And Steven just didn't eat them, obviously, because he's vegan.
Instead of Marc being normal and telling her he bought them for her. He tried to lie and say they were his. Darling laughed in her empty flat and took out a spoon, putting the rest in the fridge and sitting down at the table with one tart. She dug her spoon in the soft yellow middle and scooped it up, wrapping her lips around the sweetness of it. It was delicious and outside the window, the moon was high and bright in the sky.
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Wolf Be Upon Yeet: Part III
In which @vicarious-rebel and I chatted via DM about the Werewolf By Night and Moon Knight crews in her headcanon which includes Elsa’s pet eldritch horror Stony, which had been the Bloodstone but is now literally a monster. Here are part I and part II.
Stonyverse short fics:
“Of blood and stone” by Vi
“Something Awful This Way Comes” (ao3 link) by me
"In which the Bloodstone is a little shit" by Vi
This amazing, adorable gif that's eventually relevant to the silliness below it is @toothyclown's creation. (Toothy, If it's not cool that I saved the file and posted it here, lmk and I'll delete it immediately.) Here's the original post with the gif.
This edition gets Looney-Tunes-style silly. 🤣
Vi’s text is black. bluemoonperegrine’s text is blue. (I mean, of course.)
I'm thinking about writing some Stony stuff, so I'm rereading your fic introducing the adorable li'l scamp. There "was the body and eight legs of an arachnid but a bony humanoid torso where the chest and head portion should be. The arms were long and thin but ended in clawed hands large enough to close around a human head." So he has eight spidery legs and two arms. The arms are generally human-like, right? Just kind of warped and horrific?
Stony is huge! It sounds like when standing his abdomen is 7 ft off the ground. If his torso and head are roughly human-sized, that would put his head about 4 feet higher.
I think Stony shouldn't have much of a scent. In any case, it would freak Jack out even more if this creature that partially looks like a skinned human doesn't smell like blood and flesh at all.
This idea popped into my head: the moon boys teaching Stony to walk on his humanoid hands. Jack would pass out on the spot the first time he saw it.
If Stony is as big as I described above, someone's gotta ride him like a steed sent straight from hell. Elsa makes the most sense.
I read this part of our chat--"considering Ted's acid is a reflex"--as "Ted is acid reflux" initially. 🤣
Random idea: Elsa finds a way to make Stony temporarily smaller so it's easier to bring him on hunts. Or maybe discovers that he can go back into gem form but doesn't want to. Elsa would need a truckload of chicken nuggets to train and reward Stony for stuffing himself back into gem form for a while.
Stony: screech-growls in protest
Jack: flinches, then fidgets
Elsa: It's only for a few hours. As we clear out the nest, you can eat every single one of those shambling mounds!
Jack: shudders
Stony: perks up
My brain keeps circling back to Stony's origin story. Why was he suddenly able to manifest in monster form? I'm thinking that during a big fight the Bloodstone got a hairline crack. That disturbed some sort of containment spell and Stony could break free.
yup his arms are pretty human-looking, just disproportionately long for extra body horror eldritchness
Regarding Stony's scent, I do imagine him to smell of blood but it also makes perfect sense for him not to smell of anything bc he's supposed to be in a rock.
You're right that it would freak Jack out. It'll make him develop Stony-sense.
TINY STONY! I imagine him looking the same just…. smaller
My Little Stony 🤣
The question is how tiny is tiny Stony? horse-sized? large dog-sized?
He could change to multiple sizes: stone-sized or dog-sized
Regarding how he manifested, something like a spell or whatnot "dissolving" the bloodstone and releasing the sentience
When Stony's out, the actual Bloodstone is gone and not in its frame because it's not a stone anymore
Jack sees something crawling on the floor, assumes it's a spider, then "oh wait oh shit it's That Thing"
Poor Jack sees one of the moon boys teaching Stony to do a trick and he just nopes out
Jack wakes up one morning to find tiny Stony curled up on top of him (on top of the covers) sleeping soundly… and is promptly launched across the room by shrieking Jack who runs for the hills
Tiny stony usually sleeps on Elsa's bed. 🤣
I think I just want to terrorize Jack.
Or worse, sees Elsa actually train it for combat and legs it
Hasn't Jack suffered enough?
(No.)
Terrorizing Jack is so much fun. He's our damsel in distress
Someone save the werewolf from the eldrich tarantula
A favorite visual of mine in this AU is Stony deliberately trying to freak out the resident smol woof and Marc just deflecting him like "ok that's enough, you're gonna stop it or no chicken nuggets for you"
Jake not too secretly eggs Stony on. Sneaks him a spicy chicken nug when Marc's not looking
Jack looks at him, betrayed
"I loved you… Trusted you…. And you BETRAY ME?!"
Jake: Man up, woof boy
Steven: Jake, I won't tolerate this sort of misogyny and misandry. That's no way--
The system devolves into bickering again.
Jake: it's all in good fun
Steven: good fun? you're traumatizing him
Maybe Steven let Jack know about something that wigs Jake out so he can give him a little of his own medicine. He could be afraid of butterflies or something.
Marc standing off to the side, rolling his eyes
Yeah, Steven likes fairness so he'd do that
Jake: whispering to Stony in Spanish
Jack: I CAN HEAR YOU AND UNDERSTAND YOU, GILIPOLLAS.
Steven: steal his gloves and crinkle them
Jake: DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE
Stony just being confused bc he doesn't know Spanish but he gets spicy nuggets so he's fine with it
The moon boys bickering is the best
Jake's cheeky and teases ppl but it really is all in good faith
The smol woof needs a pack. he likely sees Elsa and Ted as his… and eventually, reluctantly Stony as well. He'd be more than happy to include the moon boys and Layla
yeah, they're all his pack
Stony is on thin ice tho
I can imagine Jack getting angry at Stony for something and informing him that he's out of the pack.
Stony: no response
He doesn't understand and wouldn't really care even if he did.
Elsa, feigning shock: you Kicked him Out? Jail!
In this AU werewolf Jack looks just like he did in the special. I assume he's not a mindless killing machine. In the special he went on a killing spree because he was attacked and tortured via Bloodstone and then guards. So is he basically wolflike? How much human Jack is in there?
I'd say about 10% human Jack, he tends to act very wolflike but can occasionally retain info/memories between transformations but they tend to be vague and blurry (like trying to remember a dream but the only thing you remember is having a dream and maybe some detail or feeling and that's it)
For instance, werewolf Jack can recognize ppl by scent (esp if he's been around them long enough) and has some of the same preferences as his human form, like his penchant for salmon paste
Is salmon paste like lox?
Nah, it's like regular salmon ground down to paste, it's got a similar consistency to any paste and it tastes and smells like smoked salmon
It's pretty good. I pretty much headcanon it as one of Jack's favourite snacks after he discovered it. (Marc absolutely uses that to his advantage when dealing with werewolf Jack)
So there isn't a panic at Bloodstone at each full moon if only the usual suspects are around
Bloodstone Manor is like the Addams family mansion. There are a couple of weird creatures, a werewolf, a monster hunter and two avatars of Egyptian gods and everyone's having a grand old time. And then there's Billy Swan, the only normal one in any room, doing his thing like this is all perfectly normal.
Also, where is the manor? Outside Boston?
I read somewhere that in the special it's in Arizona. The garden/labyrinth looked kinda the American SW to me, so that clicked in my head and I used it in my fics. Also I love the desert SW so I was happy to set stuff there.
I honestly have no idea, geography is kinda fluid in my brain. It's somewhere in a forested area and that's all I know abt it
gotta have room to roam (for Ted and Jack)
and probably also Stony bc big eldritch horrors gotta stretch
I imagine that Elsa removed all of the monster heads mounted on the walls as well.
... if Elsa hadn't removed the monster heads, Stony may have eaten them 😬
I imagine they're stuffed/preserved somehow, in which case Stony wouldn't so much eat them as chew them up and spit them out in disgust
Jack's doing his own thing and BOOM, Stony pops up and fucks up his day
vlog proposal: Decorating With Stony
After the reveal Stony weighs in by destroying things or not. It's the ultimate interior decor assessment. The releases people have to sign are insane
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Sheesh, I still haven't gotten to the part that inspired this series' title! I'll get there eventually.
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thinking about a spider-man adventure time au…. like there isn’t a specific spider-man universe i’m using (it’s more of an amalgamation of TASM and mostly USM bc they’re my faves) but oh my god i’m going crazy….. details after cut. i do want to clarify that this is NOT a character analysis because im horrible at that, i CANNOT "read between the lines".
like like peter as finn obviously because of him being the mc,, i’m thinking deadpool being jake because (ignoring spideypool cause i don’t really care for it anymore AND dp’s flirting because finn and jake are BROTHERS.) spidey and dp have a similar dynamic as finn and jake also deadpool’s personality really fits jake as a whole. and copycat is lady rainicorn because dp deserves happiness hehe
gwen is totally princess bubblegum,, science girl,,, peter in this totally has a crush on her and everything happens the same as in canon. i'm also thinking felicia as marceline.. black cat the halloween queen hehe :3 she'll still be a vampire though but she's LITERALLY called black cat she's GOTTA be halloween themed.
next up is ice king i guess. i want him to be usm doc ock bc tom kenny lol, but the personality doesn't fit much.. but it'll be hilarious so i'm keeping it.. and since it's usm doc ock i want the gunthers or gunters or whatever to be the spider slayers lmaooo. kaine would the main gunter i suppose.
i kinda want USM miles to be BMO because i love both of them,, and usm miles feels (to me) kinda like a brother to peter and BMO is pretty much considered a brother to finn and jake (i think). NEPTR is random as hell but i kinda want amadeus cho (USM) to be him, probably only as iron spider though.
ok ok now my favorite casting,, HARRY AS FLAME PRINCESS... i'm a parksborn junkie and wow their personalities and relationship match up SO well with finn and flame princess it hurts.. and yeah i know that finn and flame princess break up but UGH they fit so well, so i must deal with it. i just finished watching s4 e1 so i'm FUELED on this right now RAAAAHHHH. i did draw something and i'll post it tomorrow if i remember teehee. this harry is totally based off tasm because i LOVE his design and character and they fit flame princess more than usm harry does. also flame king is norman because that fits GREAT.
i'm also thinking, on the subject of love intrests, mary jane as huntress wizard. now this mj i haven't based off of usm (and tasm doesn't have her) so i don't really have a basis for her. BUT. her and peter are always fated to be together so she of course would be what is finn's final love interest in normal adventure time ( :,) /pos) and i also feel mj's usual design would mix well with huntress wizard's. now i want to clarify i do not remember anything because i haven't watched adventure time in YEARS and my current rewatch is only in season 4.
USM ben reilly would be fern. i don't really need to explain why. *cough* 'clone' of mc *cough*
carnage is lemongrab because of that abhorrent screeching (that phrasing could apply to either of them lol). venom might be his brother but i can't remember him at all lmao so that might change
now now now i think that eddie brock would be peppermint butler (but make peppermint butler smile less) because of his general vibe and story. but i must say, i'm talking about eddie with NO venom. i think as a candy person he would be black licorice so his design could reference venom with his colors.
fast round now, flash should be lsp, prismo could maybe be played by doctor strange (USM!!!), mysterio could be magic man because LOOLLL, martin could be peter's dad in TASM?, billy should be iron man, cinnamon bun COULD be liz allen (cause of harry) but i feel bad doing that to her, abracadaniel could be USM moon knight just for the laughs. i have NO clue who the lich should be,,due to usm lore i want goblin but norman is already flame king soooo... ultimate goblin maybe?
and that is IT for nowww. i will keep posting more about this au under #rk's spider time au, and i will be reblogging this post if i have more info teehee anyways i am insane.. ALSO also most (not all) character relationships are ignored when i pick the roles because that fucks up some stuff (like marcy and simon being close even though felicia and doc ock barely have anything to do with eachother)
#rk's spider time au#spider-man#ultimate spiderman#ultimate spider-man#spiderman#usm#adventure time#adventure time au#the amazing spiderman#parksborn#petermj#gwen x felicia#gwen x black cat
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Chapter Zero - A (K)nightly Reaper Rises
Character - Tsukasa
Side/mentioned characters characters - Keito, Ritsu, Arashi, Izumi, Unnamed Producer #1 (They’ll be referring to the producer as Phoenix), Unnamed Producer #2 (They’ll refer to this producer as Empress)
Proof-Read? - Yes, Proof-Reader: @ryovel
Time - 22:50
Day - Flashbacks’ Day: After the SS Live in the ! era. Current day: Day before Trickstar’s Live (Yes this happens during the main story of Ensemble Stars!! at least in this Au it happens during the main story)
Summary (kinda) - Tsukasa had another restless night after the SS incident. So he decided to go on a walk... At night. Nothing could go wrong, right?
(Tsukasa’s POV, starting with flashback)
“Are you okay? Tsukasa?”
Those were the words I heard from Empress after the incident… The day after I saw Phoenix in the hospital, unresponsive and in a coma. “Please… Please stay with me Producer! I don’t want to lose you!” I said as tears were streaming down my eyes, almost screaming my lungs out as I watched me and the rest of Knights’ Producer still have their eyes closed in the hospital bed. After that, I started to not feel like myself… Getting more tired during my idol work once Knights joined NEW DI, eating less than I usually did, nightmares over and over again. It’s been usually hell on earth that I’ve been thinking it was right now, still haunted by the scene.
That scene… That damned scene my nightmares were filled with over and over again. Seeing my producer be slashed at the back while posing as their brother to protect them, the them was Nagisa, Hiyori, and Jun… The crimson red blood that was on the floor of the stage and their lifeless blue eyes as it closed. It haunted me even through my second year at Yumenosaki Academy… I won’t forget that sight…
[Timeskip to the present]
I was currently in my dorm room, Izumi’s usual text to remind me to eat was sent a few hours ago and I thankfully was able to manage stomaching down my dinner. I felt like wanting to puke though after I ate, like if my body didn’t let me want to eat but I persisted through it and managed. Narukami had asked me if I was okay and I just replied with a yes as Sakuma was taking a nap.
I stares at the ceiling of my room, my lavender eyes staring at it blankly as I looked at my hand before I got up from my bed. Making sure my roommates weren’t there before leaving the room. It felt odd walking through the dormitory at night since everyone was asleep. The darkness of the night prompted me to turn on my phone’s flashlight. Still remembering the day I ended up finding out about that secret Producer had kept even if the two of us were best friends. Now outside the dormitory, I was just walking to a park. Staring at the night sky as I tried to reach my hand out towards it, looking at the shimmering moon. Like a big star in the sky or…
“Oh what am I even saying” I spoke, before looking at my hand again. Staring at it and more specifically the lavender colored clothed I had wrapped around my right wrist, it belonged to the Producer before they fell into a coma. Those were good times as I looked at the cloth tied to my wrist. Then…
A noise.
One I never wanted to hear again.
The static-like sound of screeching causing me to cover my ears as I see it, the deformed manifestation of a dead idol’s dreams. Frozen by fear, trying to remember how to use my performance magic again after a year before I heard a voice it sounded like my own voice but it wasn't...
“My my… You seem in quite the situation me…”
The next thing I knew my vision blacked out as I fell to the floor but felt a pair of familiar arms catch me… It was my own arms yet it was odd since my own body was unconscious.
(3rd person POV)
The one that carried Tsukasa’s unconscious body was… Another Tsukasa but this one didn’t feel human at all, a inky black smudge under their right eye as it was glowing and that same smudge seen coming from it’s mouth. The other Tsukasa was wearing a black cloak and a mask similar to a phantom thief’s mask. ‘Tsukasa’ put Tsukasa gently on the ground before ‘Tsukasa’ looked at the creature that was approaching the two, causing ‘Tsukasa’ to start singing slightly. White, glitching lilies blooming from the ground as it’s vines wrapped around the creature that was about to attack them. ‘Tsukasa’ was still singing before closing their fist, causing the vines and lilies around the creature to be in a fiery blaze. The blaze consuming the creature as it screeched. ‘Tsukasa’ watched the fire, it’s eyes being empty like a dark ocean or a wilting lavender flower.
The actual Tsukasa eventually woke up, somehow in what looked to be an old bar. There was a small stage near one of the walls of the bar before hearing… Humming? It was a familiar sound to him before he got up, walking around the bar quietly. There thankfully wasn’t anyone else there. Or at least nobody that Tsukasa can see before accidentally bumping into someone before seeing the person before Tsukasa spoke...
"Hasumi? What are you doing here?"
To be continued…
(Author Notes time under here!)
(A/N: Hey everyone I’m Lou! Or you could just call me VEL, I hoped you enjoy my actual first work of writing! If you have any questions feel free to ask me in my inbox and I’ll try to reply. To my friends who from the Live Chat of Weirdos server are seeing this, Happy 1st Anniversary LCOW as of writing this! Let's continue having our writing and passion shine like the stars! Also thank you Ryo for the proof-read :>)
#enstars#ensemble stars#tsukasa suou#my god this au is gonna be a mess#LCOW Idol AU x Enstars AU#how do I tag this shitttttttt
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Marc & Birdy
Lunar sys au character cards | Read all chapters on ao3
In the last couple of weeks, Layla had been getting friendly with the new head of the Ten Rings. And truth be told, Marc was getting increasingly more uncomfortable with their ‘business relationship.’
“They pay well and you know me, I wouldn’t take a job if I thought it was sketchy or if I was morally opposed to it,” Layla had said. Still, Marc can help but worry. Sure, logically he knows his wife is the badass avatar with Tawaret's divine blessing–with the intelligence, strength, and grace to back it up. But Marc isn’t always able to think very rationally.
So that’s how he found himself chasing some grunts, leaping from rooftop to rooftop because he didn’t have any fancy golden wings. Marc is still adamantly opposed to wearing his old Moon Knight suit, even if his other headmates had renegotiated a contract with Khonshu behind his back, he wants nothing to do with it. He doesn’t need a fancy suit to kick ass.
Marc feels his phone buzz, a text from Layla reading, ‘Found them. 1097 on King Street, 6th floor. I’m breaking in from the back, east side.’ He types the address in, quickly realizing that’s the next building over. He could leap across, break in through the window and make his grand entrance. Easy, he thinks, the only thing in my way is this 30 feet leap.
That’s not that bad, 30 feet is nothing, Marc tries to hype himself up. He just needs a running start. Concentrating, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, visualizes the leap, and imagines kicking off from the ledge and landing (mostly) safely on the other side. He’s got this. He opens his eyes, focuses on an anchor point on the other side and— why isn’t he moving? Instantly, his head is flooded with images of hospital rooms, the nauseating smell of disinfectant, the irritating beeping, the excruciating pain burning through his body.
‘What are you thinking?’ He hears a little birdy’s voice screech, pushing her way to the system’s internal pilot deck. Damn it, Marc winces.
‘Birdy? What are you doing here?’ He deflects, surprised at her interference. As long as he’s known her–given it was only a couple of weeks–she’s never interfered with ‘Moon Knight’ business.
‘Were you really planning on trying to make that jump?’ She squawks, horrified, forcing Marc to look down towards the alleyway. The brick pavement certainly did not look like a safe landing spot.
‘Don’t worry, I got it.’ Marc tells her, setting his sight back onto the other side. Although, the gap between the two buildings did seem to grow wider as the self-doubt started to creep in.
‘No, you don’t. Remember last time when you tried to jump out of a moving train and broke like all the bones in your legs? Or the time you tried you drank literal rat poison just to prove a point? Or all the times you used the body as a human meat shield instead of just dodging? Because I do.’ Birdy snaps, carefully articulating and delivering each word to emphasize her point. Marc cringes at each memory as Birdy sends a wave of terror and torture through him.
From all Layla’s interactions with Birdy, she came across as a timid sweet birb. “Marc, she’s so adorable. She just wants snuggles and treats,” Layla had gushed, once Birdy finally started to let her guard drop.
But Marc knows her true color; she can be as much of a menace as the others–stubborn, sneaky, argumentative. A brat, to put it simply. If anything, she’s more of a goose than a little lovebird. Loudly honking whenever Marc even thinks of doing something she doesn’t deem ‘safe.’
‘Calm down, Khonshu always healed us, didn’t he?’ he groans, annoyed that he's being lectured about the risks by a teenager.
‘It still hurts! It’s so unnecessary and dumb!’ she cries, scolding him for his idiocracy. ‘And you were doing that shit before Khonshu was even around! And guess who had to deal with the aftermath?’
‘...You,’ Marc mutters, covering his eyes with his hand in frustration.
‘Me! Take the freaking stairs!’ She demands, her messy white hair puffing up like ruffled feathers. Marc groans audibly, but he takes ‘the freaking stairs.’
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Title: A Knight's Duty - Chapter 6
Characters: Zoissette Vauban, Ement Vauban, Guillerme
Rating: Teen
Summary: Aren't little sisters sometimes just so weird?
Notes: None
If there were further troubles with the other kids at school, or elsewhere, Ement did not hear about it. His training continued under Guillerme's watchful eye, and Zoissette continued to arrive at just around five bells to watch.
She would frequently come in with a book or two to read, but she seemed quieter somehow. And she now watched his training with a sharp focus she did not have before.
He expected that, like many of her interests, that this would pass, given time. One sennight became two became many, and still, she came in, to watch him carefully. He noticed that the training machine began to improve in operation as well, a fact he was glad of. Its terrible screeching had begun to worry him, but now, it seemed that it had worked some of its rust loose, and its movements were quieter, smoother.
It was about a moon into this new pattern when he thought he began to notice Zoissette's attention waning during the sessions, which he assumed, at first, was an early sign of her beginning to lose interest. However, he noticed that her attention was not so much waning as vanishing altogether, as she was beginning to fall asleep during his training sessions.
He was not the only one who noticed. He was fighting the training dummy one day when he heard a rather loud crack noise reverberate through the room, coming from Zoissette's table. He quickly disengaged from his fight with the machine only to see Zoissette sitting bolt upright in her chair, and one of the heavier weights for the machine leaning sideways on the table's surface.
"A knight," said Guillerme, "remains vigilant. Do you think the dragons will be kind enough to ring a bell for you before ravaging your comrades?"
"No, Master Guillerme," she said, still dazed. Guillerme snorted and turned his attention back to Ement. "And you! Do you think a dragon will let you walk away just because you got startled? Get back in there!"
Ement nodded, feeling the adrenaline in his veins fade away, and he got back to his drills. After that, he noticed Zoissette showed up to training sessions with a tea kettle and some cups to keep her company. She stopped falling asleep during his training.
It was some more sennights passed when he noticed Zoissette seemed to have picked up a limp. He thought to ask about it, but Guillerme spoke to it first.
"A knight," said Guillerme, "Looks after their health. I trust you are taking your ease with that limp, girl."
Zoissette frowned at him, but nodded. She was more alert for the rest of the sennight, and the limp went away, and Ement simply never got around to asking about it. But after that, shortly after she was walking normally again, she returned to needing the tea to stay alert.
He found himself wondering when he'd started paying so much attention to his sister's eccentricities, and resolved to go back to ignoring her. For the most part.
#final fantasy xiv#zoissette vauban#ement vauban#guillerme#one knight's journey#a knight's duty#a knight's duty - chapter 6#202207-18#biot writes
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The Dueling Duo: A Short Janther Fic
(Disclaimer: I know nothing about sword fighting.)
Jane held her sword at an angle, admiring the way the blade caught the moonlight. After watching the glimmers of moonlight for a long moment, she looked around the courtyard. Darkness shrouded virtually everything.
Gunther arrived as silent as the shadows that surrounded them, his own glimmering sword ready.
“You are late.” She told him.
“Am I? Or were you just so desperate to beat me that you showed up much too early?”
Jane shrugged. “As far as jabs went, that was not your best work. I expect better from you.”
“And I expect mastery of the sword from you.” With that, Gunther lunged.
Their blades collided with steady rhythm, striking up a familiar metallic song. It was as familiar as Gunther’s movements, which she found herself easily falling in synchrony with. It was like a dance. She felt a smile beginning to tease her lips. She forced herself to hide it.
Gunther’s next swing was particularly aggressive, he knew she could handle it. And handle it she did. Their blades screeched as she pushed against his with all her might. But years of sword fighting, and the fact that he was taller than her by default, meant he was gaining the upper ground. In an instant, Jane was twelve years old again, wanting to win against him with every bone in her body.
While her mind had briefly slid back to being twelve, the rest of her had gained the strength of an adult and then some. She tapped into that strength, feeling herself burning with effort.
Gunther shrank back, eyes wide.
“You’re cheating,” he panted.
She merely smirked. His eyes narrowed and he nodded. Within seconds, he was fighting her with enough strength to rival hers, he had pushed against her sword so that he could get closer to her face. She could feel his eyes on her, taking in every last detail of her face.
“Don’t you dare throw me off now,” she grunted. “I’m winning.”
Gunther took one hand off the hilt of his sword and slowly and tenderly stroked her cheek.
She used the fact that he’d loosened his grip on his sword to knock it out of his hand. It flew across the courtyard, landing without a sound.
“I win,” she panted. “I win, you big sap.”
Gunther stretched, chuckling.
“Have you lost your fighting spirit already?” She panted playfully, but she herself was losing steam. She liked dueling with Gunther, but she also liked how content he looked now.
He continued stretching, soon he was genuinely taller. Soon he was a grown man, a look of happiness on his face. She felt herself following suit.
“You beat me in that round,” he said. His voice was neither young nor old, and beautiful to her ears. “Care for a rematch?”
“In a moment,” she said with a grunt, putting her sword away and stretching herself. “I can’t believe I almost forgot how good this feels.”
He raised his brows. “Jane Turnkey, forgetting how good it feels to sword fight? We cannot have that happen!”
So she drew her sword once more. In the nights that followed, she would draw it again, and again, and again. She would never grow tired of it, and she would never grow tired of anything ever again. She would use this to her full advantage, turning the castle into a gymnasium and scaling the highest mountain peaks before sunrise. She would always climb, not fly, for she never dared to fly without Dragon.
It was on one of these climbs that she found the paper. It was made in an unusual style she did not recognize, and spattered with dirt, left discarded among the greenery. She picked it up, shaking her head. She could barely read it, but what she could made her freeze.
A TOURIST’S GUIDE TO KIPPERNIA.
—and be sure to see if you can spot the Dueling Duo! Legend has it that the ghosts of two knights return to Earth and sword fight in the courtyard of the old castle during the full moon. (Although it’s worth noting that some people claim they are dancing…try to see them and decide for yourself!)
“What is it?” Gunther asked, seeing the paper and the look on her face as she returned from the mountaintop.
“It seems our dueling is public knowledge. There may even be people trying to watch us at this very moment, trying to figure out if we are fighting or dancing.”
“Let’s give them a show, shall we?”
The End.
#janther#my writing#no beta we die like men#enjoy!#jane x gunther#gunther x jane#there's a lot I could say about this#but I might do so later#death tw#tw death#just in case
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Okay, so I hit the point where we find out Jake and Marlene were hooking up, and like. Okay. I may need corrections about some of this because reading as much Moon Knight as I have within the past month has been a bizarre fever dream, but by my calculations
NOTHING ABOUT THIS MAKES SENSE
Let’s start with one single baseline fact: Jake and Marlene were a couple in Vengeance of the Moon Knight. I know, it’s hard to tell because Jake was functionally written as Marc but with more morals, but the 2006 arc established that Marc had gone dormant and that Jake was the primary. Vengeance of the Moon Knight continued this. He goes by Jake the whole time, up until the end of Shadowland: Moon Knight when Marc comes back and hauls them out to LA for the Bendis run. I cannot stress this enough: Jake and Marlene were sleeping together, ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED, AND SHE WAS PREGNANT IN SHADOWLAND BEFORE SOME PLOT BULLSHIT MADE HER MISCARRY.
Again, I can see how some people would gloss this over because the writing on Vengeance of the Moon Knight was hmmmm unimaginative and boring about that aspect, but it was Jake. So why is this second hookup suddenly so much different and more scandalous and evil? They were literally gonna get married. What the hell is happening.
And! And. This is where I get truly deranged because I’ve tried to look at the timeline and
Okay so Marlene says that she and Jake hooked up in such a way that Diatrice was born five years prior. Okay, cool. Except this doesn’t make ANY SENSE WITH ESTABLISHED EVENTS.
If you go by real world time, that would mean that Diatrice was conceived sometime in 2012, so two years after 2010 which is when Shadowland was published. So that means Jake and Marlene were engaged, broke up when Marc came back and moved to LA, then hooked up two years later and Diatrice happened. Except. EXCEPT. As far as I remember, their asses stayed in LA until 2014 when the Ellis run happened, and Marlene did not follow them to LA that I know of. So how the shit was Jake travelling cross-country enough times to have a kid with Marlene?? Without Marc noticing.
“But Screech, Marvel operates on a different timeline than the real world!” Okay, great, that’s actually worse. It’s about 3-5 years (depending on which source I site) IRL years to one Marvel year, and regardless of which year you use, five years in-universe would mean that Diatrice was, in comics, conceived in plotlines or events that happened before Vengeance of the Moon Knight. Before Shadowland. So we’re going from this toxic relationship to them nearly getting married and having a second kid to breaking up and somehow the baby they already have...never comes up.
Granted, there may have been an in-universe timeskip that I missed because I’ve just been reading shit with Moon Knight in it in chunks, but the timeline issues don’t erase the issue with Marlene and Jake
HAVING ALREADY BEEN A COUPLE, BEMIS DID YOU READ ANY MOON KNIGHT COMICS BEFORE YOU WROTE THIS SHIT, BECAUSE SO FAR EVERYTHING I’VE READ SAYS YOU DIDN’T
#screech reads moon knight#miscarriage mention cw#I'm absolutely losing my mind over this#I had to stop reading during my desk shifts at work because I was low key spiralling
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Thor: Love and Thunder (minor spoilers)
It was funny alright, i laughed at; the dad bod to god bod joke, kissing werewolf woman on wolf-woman, Jane Fonda and Jodie foster joke or Thor randomly giving deadpan shitty motivational speeches. Enjoyed Krog telling Thor bedtime tales. It was colourful as fcu*k, it was pro-lgbtqia as much as Disney executives could handle; good for you Korg you found Dwayne, and Valkyrie you should have married the nine muses instead of just kissing the hand, you disaster lesbian! And wow Cosmic Dolphins mate for life in pack of sex! Yay for polycule! The movie was also Disney-fied in certain aspects of the cinematography with bleating overpowering Goats running up rainbow paths! Music was fun for sure! The actions were good too, loved the second battle in black and white on the barren moon like planet! And i was not expecting a love triangle between Mjolnir, Thor and Stormbreaker either!
And damnit Dr. Jane Foster! You were so so so good as Mighty Thor! The few moments Jane and Valkyrie had, my queer heart was so happy; it was beautiful, great female bonding, also it has a great potential as epic gay ship! Their chemistry was WOW!
I am happy this movie dealt with the issues of toxic expectations of being a man, being masculine man is hard, being god is hard. Thor’s depression didn’t get magically cured just because he lost weight! He chose to suppress it by fighting and protecting people. That is what depression does, it takes away the love and care you should have for yourself! Sadly, Thor’s issues were sidelined as narrator info dump.
The story had so much potential to be more than another depressed man finding re-purpose of life when he meets the love of his life or has epiphanic moment or both; i know Thor lost a lot, his back tattoos proved it, he misses mom, dad, Natasha, Tony and even that Loki too! This love and loss and the good hearted chaos in him, makes him Thor. But i am tired of good man suppressing their big sad and carrying on while good man unable to handle the big sad turn into villain and go on rampage! It is one of the best narrative line with morals and lessons to juxtapose, but it is still bit overused trope now. It only works when you love the hero but also sympathise with the villain.
But, the villain in here, come on, man! Come on! Gorr was so disappointing! So disappointing! So disappointing!
If you cast Christian Bale, our expectations sky rockets automatically! Set aside his Dark Knight Trilogy; he still has a stellar list of movies to praise his skills! But what was this! What? What?
Gorr here. He is a gremlin child born of, if Voldemort had fcu*ked Gollam or vice versa in a dirty alley on a full moon’s night! Bald, dirty teeth, annihilating population because he is BIG SAD, and has a broken flute making windy screeching voice! Such less screen time and such bland background setting! I couldn’t sympathise with him! I tried! But it was just… bad!
And that cursed sword, the necrosword was reduced to soul corrupting weapon! Look i am no Marvel Comics expert, but I have read a handful of them, and the encyclopaedia of Marvel characters, and I know! It was the first symbiote ever created! The God Butcher Gorr, was downplayed and almost treated like a NPC Midlevel Boss to unlock other levels!
And That Zeus Was Shit! Lampoon is the word for him.
Only god i love is The Bao God! Bao God is the cutest! I will worship Bao God! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺!
And I saw Matt Damon again! And Luke Hemsworth!
#thor odinson#thor love and thunder#mighty thor#jane foster#dr jane foster#the mighty thor#lady thor#gorr the god butcher#gorr the godkiller#gorr#valkirye#valkryie#korg#bao#bao god#zeus#mcu phase 4#mcu fandom#mcu#mcu multiverse#thor#thor love and thunder spoilers
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August ☀️ 2022 Monthly - Gemini
Whole of your energy: 2 Wands
You’re trying to make a move towards someone you’re romantically interested in, and it doesn’t seem to be working out the way you planned. This card is clarified by Page of Cups, a small sweet gesture, maybe asking them out on a date or sending a cute flirty message to let them know you’re interested.
What’s going on in August:
Knight of Cups:
This is the next step up, they could have accepted or reciprocated flirtations or messages, you’re popping open the champagne and getting ready to make the moves on this person. You could work with them, 8 Pentacles shows up beneath this Knight, but you don’t care because you’re crazy about them, so you’re taking the leap into some new adventure with them…you hope.
3 Wands:
You’re waiting and waiting for this person to message or take things a step further, reciprocate your energy and let you know what’s going on, and they just aren’t. It’s like they completely shut down. There was movement, everything was great, and then it’s just screeched to a stop, nothing is moving and no one is talking anymore.
9 Pentacles:
You’re financially stable and perfectly fine on your own but you’re hurt by this person blowing you off or making some decision they’re not even letting you in on. In some cases they may have stood you up. You feel wounded by them, what went wrong, did you do something? (I don’t think you did).
The Tower:
You could be confronting this person like hey what went wrong, what is the big idea, you could have said something! They seem to be apologizing for this whole thing but still staying off to themselves and not really having anything to do with you. You don’t get it. This isn’t even saying either, they’re staying mum even in the reading.
The Moon:
This is you doing the Gemini thing and going over the whole thing in your mind with every possible “what could Gemini have done or said wrong?”, and I don’t think it has anything to do with you. They don’t -not- like you, in the beginning, 2 Cups shows that whatever cuteness going down between you was reciprocated, it wasn’t just you. The whole thing is a burden on you and your mental/emotional state. And now you’ve got to look at them at work every day, for some of you, which makes things even more awkward. I asked for further advice and got that you need to be cautious in regards to your dreams and desires because there is something not practical or likely in this situation. I’m going to guess this person doesn’t know how to flat out say no, or maybe they’re just a flirt and didn’t mean it to go farther than that, I wouldn’t keep trying 😕
Signs you may be dealing with:
Aries, Gemini, Cancer, Scorpio & Sagittarius
Oracles: ✨
28 Anger
A very strong and primal emotion, anger sometimes catches us by surprise. At other times it seethes just under the surface, simmering a long while until it boils over, scalding anyone who is close. Anger is based in fear. Fear of loss of control, fear of not being loved, fear of being judged, fear of not being enough. When anger enters your life - be it yours or someone else’s - go beneath the surface and try to address the real fear that has triggered it. Anger doesn’t go away without addressing the underlying fear. Alternately, beware of someone’s anger directed towards you.
We enter into August as:
Dancin’ Daisy 🌻
“Let’s just jump and see what happens.” - Joe vs. the Volcano
Dancin’ Daisy represents a new phase in life, the acceleration of all the events that happen. Daisy says “Come to me and jump beyond what you believe, into a new possibility.” It tells you take action where you may not have previously. Daisy is the life energy, she is connected to enthusiasm. Dancin’ Daisy is physical expansion and embodies in physical form the example we all seem. She represents a joyous time for you, a move, a job, or another significant change, such as a marriage. This also signifies taking a risk that will work with faith and trust. This is the moment after the leap, when you cannot see where you will land. The Daisy is reassurance that you will land on your feet, so keep the faith.
Daisy also represents radiant health. Spirit can only manifest through us if we honor the physical body we inhabit. This may mean that you need to adopt a good physical fitness regiment. Your will to heal yourself is great. If a man is attracted to this fable the indication is strong that he is pulling a new partner into his life. This is also an indication for him to look to a woman for his next brilliant idea. If a woman is drawn to this fable, she is the radiant being that is attracting all that she needs.
What is to be learned in August: A slight regression in energy, showing that this person is knocking the wind out of your sails a little, but you still seem on a path of smooth sailing.
Sun Sparkler 🎇:
“Integrity is what turns on the light.”
Sun Sparkler reminds us that it is through kindness to others and being of service that we are abundant. Are you living your life as fully as you can? Are you being honest and kind to others? Do you hold the door open for people on the elevator, or let it close? Do you let people merge over in traffic, or pretend not to see them? When we put a blinder on one area of life, it creates the same blind spot in every area. You can’t shut out pain without shutting out pleasure too. Sun Sparkler reminds you of the miracle of honesty, it leads to integrity. You may have done work for another but do not expect a reward, revel in alignment with Spirit, self-esteem is the gift. You’ve been elevated to a new level spiritually, continue to serve others and life will prosper beyond your wildest dreams.
Yellow may be a lucky color 💛
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Things Said Between Blades
Give it up for Day 3 in Valentwst 2022! Prompt 3 was Past | “It would be so much easier to kill you if you weren’t so cute.” and well, I guess I ended up doing both somehow? This was a very fun and interesting scenario to imagine. I hope you all enjoy the read! -Shopkeep
In the age of war between fae and human, war hero and Captain of the human army, Yuu and their squadron, march out into fae woods. What may seem like a normal patrol ends up in an impromptu clash between the Captain and a wicked Fae General...
Content: Past Lilia x GN!Yuu, War Talk, Romantic Tension
“Captain, are you sure it’s safe for you to be patrolling at this hour?”
“I’m sure,” Yuu stated, tightening their scabbard against their hip. “It’ll be a quick perimeter check anyway. I’ll be back before you know it.”
The young knight jumped to his feet and placed a hand on his chest, worry evident in his eyes. “Please, Captain, allow me to–”
“No, young one. I need you all safe and accounted for at base,” Yuu quickly denied. The knight wilted but the Captain offered a casual smile. “Hey now, why the long face? You think I can’t handle myself out there?”
The knight righted his position and shook his head vigorously. “I-I would never dare think of such a thing, Captain Yuu! Everyone knows you are the most capable out of all of us!”
Yuu laughed at the greenhorn and clapped their hand on his shoulder. “At ease, young one, at ease! But honestly, I appreciate your concern… The reason I want to play guard for tonight is that I want you all to rest up. You men have been at my side faithfully and you all deserve time to relax. During war, you might never know when the next peaceful evening may come.”
The young knight gulped and nodded in understanding. Satisfied, Yuu would slip away and trudged off into the surrounding woods. Under the cover of shadows, Yuu whispered a spell as they gripped their sword hilt firmly. The pommel glowed softly with an ethereal light, the embedded magestone reacting to its master’s command. Yuu’s pupils dilated then sharpened quickly like a cat’s eye. What would have been deep shadows to the naked eye quickly cleared in an instant. Distant sounds of a rustling branch or the chitter of a squirrel sounded so crisp. Yuu’s senses have now been honed to a supernatural level. With those heightened senses, Yuu stalked through the brush like a hunter.
Deeper and deeper they went, occasionally turning back in the direction of their base to triangulate their position. Suddenly there was a flutter in the treetops. Yuu spun on their heel and placed a hand on their sword, eyes trained to the sky. High above, the full moon stared down upon them with an eerie glow. Yuu remained in their defensive position, not budging for a moment, then two, before slowly they relaxed and continued on their patrol.
CLANG!
Metal screeched, sparks flew, and a pair of wicked red eyes met with Yuu’s.
“Tch, and just when I thought I had you,” the figure sighed and gracefully flipped away. Barely even disturbing the grass, the assailant landed then slowly rose to his full height. Tall, imposing, and seductively dangerous. Long locks of deep black and magenta fluttered behind the man who was dressed in a black military garb accented with gold. A stark contrast to Yuu’s silver and white uniform. Yuu snorted a bit at the man’s words.
“General Lilia Vanrouge. To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting on this wonderful night?” Yuu said, twirling their sword as they began to make a few steps to the right. Like a mirror, Lilia copied their move and went in the opposite direction. Both looked like predators sizing each other up.
“Mmm, it was a wonderful night, Captain Yuu. Until I caught a whiff of something putrid in the air. Something that doesn’t belong in these untouched woods.”
“Putrid?” Yuu laughed. “That’s certainly quite a statement coming from the likes of you. I thought you loved things that had a unique profile to them.”
The two pounced again to bare their fangs. A shining blade met with a dark one, their clashes creating a violent, but harmonious melody. Again the two backed off and stared each other down. Strangely enough though, no venom dripped from their expressions or words. All that the two would pick up from one another was a sense of dangerous playfulness. Like a crocodile beckoning a hapless fish into its smiling jaws.
“Aye, I do, little Captain. But now is not the time for fine dining,” Lilia’s eyes grew dark for a second. “How did you manage to come all the way out here in Fae territory? Especially before a certain… Gamble was to be made by your home forces.”
From Lilia’s intel, the human side of the war was planning something big. What they were planning, it was hard to say, even with spies being sent on all sides. All that could be reported was an estimate of a time frame. Yet here was the fabled human war hero, marching too early before the promised date. At his question, Yuu's giddy expression faded into one with slight boredom. A look that made the fae general perk up in slight surprise. Yuu hoisted their sword onto their shoulder and sighed. “I thought you knew me better than that, General. You know how much I loathe following through with a bad plan.”
Lilia scoffed. “Bad plan? What, so you’ve come to finish the job yourself before your armies embarrass themselves? What an arrogant human you are…”
“You could say that,” Yuu mumbled as they reached into their overcoat to pull out a small object. They flicked it over to Lilia who easily caught it from the air. “Take a look at that and judge for yourself.”
Lilia raised a brow at the Captain before looking down into his open palm. The fae blinked back, surprised to see an unlocked royal code scroll. Usually such objects were sealed with high level magic to prevent any spies from grabbing hold of them. Yet here one was. How Yuu was able to snatch one, much less open it, was a mystery to Lilia. Instead, he was more concerned with the contents. Carefully he unfurled the scroll and scanned it hurriedly with furrowed brows. Each line that was read, Yuu could see Lilia’s expression grew more dreadful.
“Madness!” Lilia exclaimed. “The human kingdom would be willing to sacrifice that many lives to hurt the fae armies!? Those are their own civilians!”
Yuu couldn’t even look at Lilia as they stared out into the dark, dark forest, their focus distant. “What did I tell you? I don’t like bad plans… Even if it were to give us an upperhand in the war, I’m not willing to do such underhanded methods to achieve that…”
A silence grew between the battle-hardened veterans. Lilia brought a hand to his mouth, mulling on what comes next, yet in his frenzied thoughts he nearly forgot one realization. He trained his narrowed crimson eyes onto Yuu squarely. “You. You knew I would show up tonight, didn’t you? You came out here this early to pass this information… Why? Why would you betray your own kingdom?”
Yuu held up a finger to stop the fae from thinking further. “Ah-ah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves now, General Lilia. I never betrayed my kingdom, I just happened to not like the ideas of certain men living in said kingdom. Also, I didn’t come out here for just you alone. I should have some class,” Yuu smirked, twirled their sword again and rested it upon the ground. “I’m sure you’ve heard the fable of a legendary sword stuck in some stone, sitting around in the fae territory…”
Tension from the uncovered knowledge left when Lilia bit back a laugh. Whether from genuine amusement or condescension, it was hard to place. “Oh Seven, you can’t be serious, Captain. You marched your men out here on a silly little treasure hunt? I’ve been living in these lands for a long time now and I know even that is a fairytale.”
Yuu hummed with a shrug of their shoulders as they idly stepped closer to Lilia, as if their past clashes didn’t put them on edge. “Ah, but even if it is a tall tale from the fae, human men are beguiled by the mystery of it all. So much so they’re willing to send their strongest out on a wild goose chase away from their foolish plans. Thus, none the wiser if some secrets leaked out…” Yuu tossed Lilia a knowing look. A look barely any side, human and fae, dared to show during battle. Respect and whole-hearted trust. A trust that the ever cunning General of the fae armies, would know best on what to do with this information. It were times like these that Lilia, even with his sharp knife wits, couldn’t comprehend the war hero Yuu in the slightest. They traded powerful blows time and time again, one side never victorious, but even after the frustration of a long-standing stalemate, Yuu never regarded Lilia with contempt. Sometimes Lilia swore that when the two met on the battlefield, Yuu was ecstatic to see him every time before their inevitable clash.
Lilia was brought out of his thoughts as Yuu sneakily came up to him, mere inches away from his face. “Besides! If I happen to find that fabled sword, wouldn’t I look rather dashing with it?”
The general sighed with a hand upon his cheek. “It would be so much easier to kill you if you weren’t so cute…”
“Cute!?” Yuu gasped in mock-shock. “General you wound me. Surely I’m much more rugged than that!”
It was Lilia’s turn to get in Yuu’s face, curling his lips back to reveal his sharpened fangs in a taunting smile. “You wish.”
#scrawlingquill#valentwst2022#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenario#twisted wonderland x yuu#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twst x yuu#twst x mc#lilia vanrouge#lilia x yuu#lilia x mc
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BRUH MOON KNIGHT HAS HAD ME GOING FERAL SINCE IT PREMIERED AND NOW I'M UP AT 1 AM CAUSE I N E E D E D TO WATCH THE FINALE IMMEDIATELY AND I HAVE A FINAL ON THURSDAY!!! I SHOULD BE SLEEPING BUT I'M LAYING HERE SCREECHING ABOUT HOW FUCKING GOOD THE LAST EPISODE WAS.
SEASON 2 WHEN DISNEY?!?!??
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHERE DO I EVEN START!? Between Marc refusing the Field of Reeds because he isn't truly complete in his heart without Steven, Layla as Taweret's avatar, the fight scenes with Marc and Steven switching rapidly and working in sync, and the fucking END CREDITS SCENE?!?!?!!!!
Starting with Marc in the afterlife. I was terrified that they were really going to go with Steven being gone, but oh man...I nearly started crying when Marc dropped to his knees before Steven and spoke to him even though he was frozen in a kind of stasis. My heart was shattered by the pain in Marc's voice and face, and then the relief when he and Steven were freed...Oscar Issac continues to be one of the best actors of this generation.
Layla as Taweret's avatar. This I did not see coming at all. It especially surprised me after she was so adamant against becoming Khonshu's avatar. But holy SHIT she looks amazing and kicks ass in that costume! The wings and the swords and just AGH ITS SO GOOD!! In absolute love with this powerhouse of a woman.
Marc and Steven working in sync....oh my heart. It was so perfect to see after all the time they spent fighting each other. The quick switches back and forth, outfits, fighting styles, mannerisms, Oscar really killed it. It was really cool to see Steven get to use the batons as well! They got teased so early on and we finally got to see them in action! But what I truly loved...was when they were inches from death....who shows up to save the day? Jake motherfuckin Lockley. Though in this scene we don't see him fight, we only know he was there because Marc shifted (blacked out from his pov) and when he fronted again Harrow was almost dead and all the cultists had been slaughtered. He and Steven know it wasn't either of them and they, and Layla, are very confused and a little frightened, understandably so.
I think the way they dealt with Ammit was a little rushed feeling and maybe too simple, but it worked well enough, especially setting up the appearance of Jake at the end, and the loophole for Khonshu to still have the Moon Knight (Spector/Grant/Lockley??) System as his avatar. Loophole being Marc asking for "both of us" to be freed, meaning himself and Steven. But since they don't really know about Jake yet, I assume they have to be suspicious at this point but they obviously don't know for sure, they don't ask for his freedom, and as such a part of the system remains Khonshu's servant. And I imagine that essentially makes the whole system his avatar, Marc and Steven just aren't aware of it yet.
This takes us to the end credits scene. When the view point shifted to the mental hospital I was unsure of what was going to happen. The outfit of the person that showed up to get Harrow gave me Jake vibes but since we didn't get a clear look right away I thought it could be one of Harrow's followers that survived and was breaking him out. But low and behold, that mysterious man shoves him into the limo, kicks the wheelchair aside, and I know who it is. It was interesting to see Khonshu presenting himself fully to Harrow since earlier in the show it had been stated by Harrow himself that he couldn't see or hear Khonshu anymore, so I'm wondering how that worked...but anyways, seeing that divider roll down, hearing Khonshu say that name...and watching as Jake motherfuckin Lockley turned and grinned at Harrow with such obvious malicious glee was amazing. Finally getting a clear look at what we knew for a fact was him, hearing him speak, the mannerisms that completely differentiated him from Marc and Steven...incredible. The way he also got to kill Harrow, and then drove off in the limo with the fuckin license plate that says SPKTOR. I'm dead, it was so perfect.
To sum this up. AMAZING finale. Some things did feel rushed but overall I felt it tied everything up wonderfully and there could definitely be a season 2 so I'm hoping Disney decides to do one. Marc and Steven finally working in sync together and shifting smoothly was perfect after their journey throughout the show. And I have to say I really do like the way they teased Jake until the end, giving us the perfect little glimpse at him, which gives me hope and the desire for more.
I will never not scream into the void about how incredible Oscar is at creating so many subtle and obvious differences between the alters in the Moon Knight system. If they were standing in a line with the same clothes on and didn't even speak or anything, I would still be able to immediately pick out who was who. He truly was perfect for this role and you can clearly see how much hard work he put into it. This is definitely going to be a series I rewatch multiple times. As always there are things that could've been better, but that's true of everything in life. This series was mindblowing, breathtaking, just..just incredible.
Amazing. Absolutely amazing.
#moon knight#the moon knight system#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#khonshu#arthur harrow#ammit#moon knight finale#DID#dissociative identity disorder#spoilers#moon knight spoilers
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