#Khonshu is a literal dead bird-

[billygoat26]

Hahahaaaaa I missed people on the simp list- (me realizing this as I fangirl over moon knight peeps)

[angel-of-the-moons]

Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Nothing yet! Well... Maybe the angst. Hehehe

A/N: Please save my from my hyperfixation of the angry old bird man. Also, new characters, who dis? owo

Taglist: @drinkingwithkhonshu @astrosphereblog @themostegotisticalgirl124 @patchesofwork

Chapter: 11

Styx And Stones

The air was still, dead. There were no sounds here, not even insects to chirp incessantly at him as his feet silently crept on the stone floors.

The walls were preserved thanks only in part to his magic; the paint still looking as fresh as the day it had dried. His hand ran along the wall, his eyes tracing every motif, marking, word and face.

The most prominent, a woman. A woman whose painting did no justice even close to how she would have looked had you stared at her in the flesh; her twinkling green eyes, her soft giddy smile...

His beloved. His beauty.

And here he was, walking around her gravesite like a ghost; as he had for literal lifetimes, still feeling the throb of his grief as though it had happened yesterday.

A fine layer of dust covered many of the items scattered in the tomb, some thin sheets worn delicate with age; dresses--one of her favorites included; a dress made entirely of various beads--laid out as though they were waiting for her to wake up and select her clothing for the day.

But that day was not to come. Nostalgia plagued him as his gloved fingers brushed through the layer of dust as his hand cupped the cheek of her bust, sat perfectly in place among her things, the gold collar she adored so much glittering even among the dust and the dark.

His fingers trailed over the stone lips before bringing them to his own and returning them to the bust; his best approximation of a kiss. It was nowhere near as fulfilling as when her soft skin would press against his, but... It was all he had left. Just her portraits, her image, and the ghosts of her lingering still hanging in the air like a steel curtain.

His shoes were still silent with every step as he made his way into the main burial chamber, his eyes drawn to the stone sarcophagus in the middle of the chamber. A hole in the ceiling--a false skylight--let in bright rays of his magical moonlight, hitting various gold and silver mirrors, providing soft light to illuminate the room, highlighting the clouds of dust that wafted about as the air was disturbed by his presence.

At the foot of the sarcophagus was a small miniature. Painted to look like the home she inhabited while she was alive, the small basin of water meant to signify her favorite pond long dried; the small budding papyrus plants and lotuses long withered and dead. Small wood and clay statues signifying the date palm, fruit, and sycamore trees around the pond laden with dust; like everything else in the tomb.

His palms spread out over the stone of the sarcophagus, lovingly painted with blessings and spells; stories from friends and loved ones of who she was, what she did, and how her very existence brightened so very many lives.

His included; in ways he didn't expect a mortal to ever inspire him.

He hung his head low, the inscription of her name painted vibrantly and with much love and detail by one of his very own priests. Hell, his priest, his Fist at the time, was the very one to help him prepare her tomb.

She was as much a family to him as though she were his own sister; her death pained him as much as it did everyone else's own hearts. He remembered seeing the tears fall down his face, smudging his eyeliner and causing it to run in black rivers down his cheeks as he administered the final prayers as her coffin was lowered into the sarcophagus.

Khonshu's only and greatest guilt was that he never sounds the identity of her killer, that he never got to see that justice was delivered and the life leave the perpetrator's eyes with his own.

The light dimmed, leaving the chamber in pitch black nothingness; a void he himself has felt like he was swimming through since her life left this world and departed into the next.

"I am sorry, Merit." He whispered softly, his palms curling into fists as his head hung low.

"Okay, miss, the doctor is ready for you, now." The receptionist told you as she slid the glass divider closed once again.

Your fingers tapped your knees anxiously, bouncing as you swallowed the lump of anxiety that had lodged itself in your esophagus before standing, your fingers tapping your thighs as the door to the back of the office opened up for you.

A woman whose skin was spotted and slightly wrinkled; almost stretched too tight over her hooked nose and sharp cheekbones, thick curly auburn hair going silver at her temples. A mole beneath her left eye, her irises a deep green behind her thickly-rimmed glasses. Honestly... she looked more like some sort of librarian than a doctor, but... you had to take what you could get, given your lack of funds and what your insurance would and wouldn't cover.

You step past her and she smiles her thin lips at you, "Well hello, dear. It's nice to meet you, my name is Doctor Pritchard, but you can call me Gale."

"Ah... right. It's... nice to meet you. Um. Gale." You say, trying out the overly sweet woman's name on your tongue. It felt weird, syrupy, almost, but not in a comforting way.

"This way, sweetie." She says, stepping into a door to your right, holding the door open for you to walk in.

The office was rustically decorated. It felt like you were in some sort of log cabin than a psychiatrist's office. She had large flat screens placed strategically on the walls to resemble windows; the real windows covered with thick rugs (or were they tapestries?) to block out the "unsightly" scenery of the city outside.

One the screens was different views of some sort of valley nestled between some mountains. Birds flew by, the trees and tall grass and flowers swayed softly in the breeze; a herd of deer stop to sip at the lake before prancing away. It really did feel soothing to look at, honestly. Cosy, and warm. A far cry from the sterile waiting room you were forced to anxiously chew your nails in before your appointment.

"Okay!" Gale said, gesturing for you to sit on the rather vintage-looking sofa across from her rocking chair, pulling out her tablet and opening a file to begin constructing on you.

"Now, what made you want to schedule an appointment with me, sweetheart?" She hummed at you, tapping away on her tablet.

Your legs begin bouncing again as you awkwardly sink into the too-soft cushions of the couch, chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Well, I--" You sigh, running a hand trough your hair as you try to find a way to explain without sounding like a crazy person.

You swallow deeply, your jaw set tight as you glance away from her and to the soft shaggy carpet.

"It's okay, sweetheart. This is a safe place." She assures you gently, her voice exuding a gentle, motherly tone to encourage you to spill your guts. You tried to ignore the angry pit of snakes that were roiling about in your gut.

"I've been... I've been having night terrors for as long as I can remember. They've gotten... worse. I'm not sleeping, and I--I've been dreaming even when I'm awake, and..."

You start babbling, all the stress and strain of the past several weeks finally slamming down hard on your shoulders, destroying that dam you'd constructed to try and keep the building waters of stress and confusion at bay.

You drop your head in your hands when your throat finally goes dry from your constant speaking, your hands shaky as you try to gather your scattered thoughts; "I just... I... I don't know what to do, or... or how to... to explain what the dreams are."

Gale picks up her phone and unlocks it, tapping something away hastily, "Describe the most vivid scenery you can for me, dear. One that evokes calm and peace."

"Ah, uh..." You balk, trying to think. There were so many, but...

"A.... a pond. It opens up into... into the Nile. There are stone pillars, trees, bushes, flowers... fish. The sky is clear and... the wind isn't too rough." You moisten your dry lips with your tongue and continue: "I could walk out onto the banks of the river. There were plants growing on the banks. I could..."

Your eyes seem to stare off, your mind disconnecting momentarily as you paint the scene as best you could with your words.

"I could see some kind of--of building or something. Boats on the water. Fisherman, maybe... I... I'm sorry but that's all I can..."

"No, no that's very good." Gale assured you brightly. "It helps me with this."

You look up at the "window" screens, and it goes from the peaceful mountain lake scenery to... to an image of an environment you'd dreamt about and imagined and haunted your dreams.

The banks of the Nile, calm and glassy in the early morning--or was it evening?--as birds stayed motionless in the sky, the date trees standing tall and proud around the banks. Scrubby brush, bushes and papyrus plants are visible as well; the most prominent being the buildings in the distance.

It takes her a minute, but she puts the image through some kind of program that animated the water, makes the trees sway and moves the birds in the sky in the background, the fronds of the trees swaying ever so slightly.

"Give me... just a moment." She murmurs, tapping away some more.

After a few seconds, the sounds of water, plants, insects, animals and faint music began to play, and you feel your heartbeat quicken slightly. Neither were exactly as your mind remembered them but... they were close.

You felt a pang of longing in your heart, your stomach twisting as the nest of snakes calm for the moment; no longer striking out within you, instead settling for coiling and slithering over one another. Not as violent as before, but still unsettling.

"I... h-how did you..."

"It's all a part of how I conduct sessions. It puts your mind a bit into the scenery of what you dream about." She said, smiling sweetly at you once again. "My way of conducting sessions is a bit of auditorial and visual relaxation. It's also why my office is so... Comfortable. It's styled off of my daddy's old office he had when I was a little girl! Certainly helps me conduct my work."

You saw in reviews online that her methods were... unconventional. Unconventional, but cheap. Which is ideally what you wanted. You simply couldn't afford a therapy bill that'd wound your wallet (and credit) for years to come.

"Now... there is... another thing I can do to help you get in to the mindset is... well." She chuckled softly, almost sounding like the soft hooting of an owl. "I can put you under a state of hypnosis. Or, well... almost-hypnosis. A trance. Would you like that?"

You chewed your lip. The logical part of your brain knew that realistically... hypnosis was a very controversial subject in the field of psychology. It can be used to manipulate people's thoughts or memories, plant false ones, even. It just wasn't... right.

But then again, your life was anything but "right" lately, wasn't it?

"Okay."

"Wonderful." Gale sighed softly, looking up at you. "Now... lie back on the couch and close your eyes."

You do as she says, your lashes kissing your cheeks as you try and will your body to replace; your pulse still fluttering wildly in your veins, your stomach still rioting with anxiety.

"I want you to loosen every muscle in your body and focus on the sounds I have playing on the speakers. Remember the scenery you explained to me. Imagine yourself standing in the waters of that little pond..."

You hum a peaceful tune as the cool water kisses your ankles, soaking the thin linen of your dress, causing it to stick to your skin as you move deeper into the calm, gentle waves. Birds chirp and the breeze graces your skin gently, the sun occasionally disappearing behind some puffy clouds, granting a moment's respite from the harsh heat.

The baby in your arms coos softly, her big golden-brown eyes glimmer up at you as she babbles; the dark mess of hair on her little head a stark contrast to her skin; the color reminding you of fresh clay before it was shaped. She got her skin tone from her father, definitely.

"Now, Heba..." You giggle as she grasps a lock of your wig, her chubby little fingers trying to grab the shiny beads braided in. You urge your finger into her fat little fist, distracting her enough that she looks at you once again, blinking her curious young eyes up at you in wonder; her round cheeks almost obscuring her eyes as she smiles, the hints of bottom teeth peeking through her gums.

Heba squirms as the water reaches above your waist, tickling her little toes as they poke through the cloth you have her partially swaddled in.

You reach down and pluck a lotus from the water and inhale the sweet perfume that comes from its not-quite-blue center, before holding it beneath Heba's nose, letting her sniff it. Apparently, her little nose did not like it, given how violently she sneezed, a short squeak coming from her and making you laugh.

Her little lip began to wobble as she sniffled, her beautiful eyes welling up with tears--as if you played some sort of mean joke on her. You tuck the lotus behind your own ear and lift her up, peppering chubby cheeks with kisses; kissing away her tears until she cooed and giggled, shoving your face away from her.

Strong arms circle your waist, warm breath tickles your neck as lips leave a soft trail to the skin behind your ear. Heba babbles at him and you can't help but giggle as she tucks herself against your breast, grasping at your gown as she attempts to converse.

"You are a natural with her." His warm voice murmurs against your skin.

"Yes, I do have experience with babies, after all. I remember helping take care of my little brother." You sigh wistfully, remembering how it felt to hold him for that very first time... how fragile and delicate he was before he grew into the boy he would forever be remembered as, even in death.

"I know." He whispers leaning his head over your shoulder so the both of you could peer down at Heba, her innocent eyes blinking up at the both of you with unfiltered, raw trust in her gaze.

Your lover's hand reaches around you and brushes her cheek affectionately. "I am glad I had a hand in her birth. She is a charming girl."

"Oh, and I have a feeling many will be throwing their bundles at her in desperation when she's older. She will be a beauty, that's for certain." You giggle as he nuzzles your shoulder, planting another kiss there.

"A beauty, like you. Let's hope your influence rubs off on her, hm?"

You sigh as Heba snuggles against you again, a small yawn cutely coming from her pouty lips. She would need to be put down for her mid-day rest, soon.

"Merit." His honey-rich voice says as his breath ghosts over your skin.

"Hm?"

"You--"

--sit up with a jolt as a cold cloth is placed on your forehead, your hands scrambling to grip the edges of the couch as your eyes blearily focus on the older woman in front of you.

"Oh, goodness! I was getting worried!" Gale sighs at you, fanning herself in relief. "You started talking in another language in the end, there, dear!"

The sounds of the water, the music, and even the bellow of a hippopotamus in the background is no longer soothing--it is overstimulating you, your heart fluttering wildly like a bird trying to flee a too-small cage.

"Turn it off." You whisper, feeling how damp with sweat your clothing had become.

Gale furrowed her brows at you, but relented, getting up to hit the mute button on the audio track she had pulled up, once more switching the Nile scenery back to the same lakeside view that had been there before you sat down.

"Is that better, sweetie?" Gale asked gently.

Your hands trembled and you wiped your sweaty palms on your thighs, your jeans soaking up your dampness quickly. "Yes. Please. Are we done?" You babble nervously.

"Well... almost, actually. You have five minutes left." Gale said, lifting her eyes to check the cuckoo clock above the doorway.

You shudder, cradling your head in your hands as you made a frustrated sob. Why was this happening to you? You should have known agreeing to that hypnosis shit would be a bad idea!

"Did any... anything I said make sense?" You croak.

"Well, you certainly described much of it in vivid detail. You couldn't describe the man you were imagining," Gale murmured aloud as she wrote something down on her tablet. "Which actually makes sense."

"Makes sense?" You echo, lifting your eyes in shock to look at her as she nods firmly, smiling at you.

"Yes. You are under entirely too much stress, sweetie." She says sadly, fixing you with a sympathetic look. "It isn't uncommon in extreme cases of exhaustion, sleep-depravation, stress and anxiety for our minds to create these... these vivid scenarios for us to escape to--to "run away" from the stress, basically."

Your mouth twists in revulsion at the idea. That wasn't at all what this was! You knew in your heart that it wasn't. Hell, you have an ancient god that occasionally shows up to annoy the piss out of you!

"I don't think--" You start, but Gale cuts you off again, continuously tapping on her tablet the entire time.

"You created this elaborate fantasy, it sounds like, from various forms of input from media you've consumed over the years. I'm guessing you've seen The Mummy a multitude of times as a child?"

"Well, yes, but--"

"And provided that with some school projects, trips to the museums, late-night documentaries... Your mind went to a place in time where the problems you suffer with simply didn't exist. You seem to have a family, a lover, a child! It's a common "apple pie" fantasy as I call it." Gale clicks with her tongue, looking up at you.

"It gives your mind a respite--an escape to a life you think is unattainable given your current circumstances."

You grind your teeth, biting your tongue as she continues to seemingly dismiss your situation entirely as some sort of fantasy you created; nevermind the fact that you've been suffering with dreams and these vivid scenarios since childhood, apparently!

You cut her off as she continues to ramble, "You said I was talking in another language." You grunt, your jaw grinding.

"Why, yes! You were, dear." Gale nods, not bothered by your otherwise rude interruption.

"Okay, if I made up that scenario," You say, leaning with your palms on your knees while your eyes narrowed at her. "How do you explain that?"

"Oh, it can be much of the same as to how you made up that little fantasy," She said casually. "You live in New York, dear. You probably heard the language spoken enough times your brain decided to pick up on it. I'm quite certain you were talking gibberish. Almost like sleep-talk."

You remind yourself to unclench your jaw and suppress the urge to shout at this silly old lady for dismissing almost everything you've pointed out or said as she rattled off her diagnosis and prescriptions she decided to give you...

This was getting ridiculous!

You angrily balled up the prescription notes and tossed them in the trash can outside, making a mental note to write a review about how dismissive this woman was, when you got home. If she induced her "hypnosis" often in her clients, who knows what she was else doing?!

You didn't notice however, a face in the crowd. A tall man, dark hair, hazel eyes, unmoving despite the bustle of the people around him, his suit a crisp stark white.

You didn't notice how he tilted his head at you, a curious and suspicious glimmer within his steady gaze.

Chapter 12: Link

[silveme]

i will admit that since im mobile-only i cant actually read the playlist description BUT, i can very clearly tell characters/themes sections , and that some sections made me laugh out loud when certain songs would play, like specifically, hitting us with back to back songs that make made me laugh way harder than i probably should have been laughing, memorably,

Puppet Boy immediately followed by Under My Skin, so meaaan to them

the one-two punch of fuck my boss and da biggest bird.........

the combo of Just The Two Of Us and Thats Life,

the man who sold the world. BACK FROM THE DEAD STRAIGHT OUT THE CASKET RISING UP OPEN UP YOUR EYES CANT YOU SEE ME WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

the cars themed songs, ejsus fucking ..

starting out with a man without love is Perfect ... the first four songs paint such a picture like thr opening of a film except the fourth song is camel by camel of all things,

heaven knows im miserable now. i was looking for a job and then i found a job. making plans for nigel. then ghost.

i can go on (which would be me continuing to state the obvious) but im not planning on editing this ask once i type it out so (sweating) im so sorry....

there are some fantastic choices you can kinda tell who listens to what via vibes , even though obviously no i couldnt actually figure out that marc listens to will smith. but there is a VERY clear switch between steven music, marc music, jake music, plot music, setting music, show mystery atmosphere music, etc. even their mercenary background,

this is only somewhat related to the playlist, but i didnt realize that My Way Of Life was the song that jake was playing in the last scene, and then when you put frontier psychiatrist in there, did yoy know that that song is sampled in there. the That Boy Needs Therapy song. sampling the song that was playing when jake makes his appearance at khonshu's behest, a song that is all in one an admission of defeat, a prayer, and a claim. can i speak to the directors was this on purpose (shaking someone wildly by the shoulders)

your sense of humor shines through the entire thing even from the photo and the GET THE FRIES title reference which im still laughing to myself about it like an idiot and as i finished the playlist i was thinking to myself like. Thats it, Thats The Whole Show 👍👍 We've Covered Literally Everything yknow i marathoned this playlist but this playlist is so long that by the time i hit the end of the playlist after marathoning it i was driving home from work free bird'ing down the highway like I DID IT ... WHAT AN EXPERIENCE...

Yeeeesssssss

YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

YOU GET ITTT

literally kicking my feet in the air giggling and silently screaming while reading this THANK YOU!! AND YES IT IS THE PERFECT PLAYLIST TO MARATHON I ALWAYS PUT IT ON WHILE WORKING. Also good to know that everyone else can’t see the description on mobile too, damn I thought I was doing something wrong. it goes like this “We’ll need the energy in the coming days…THE ULTIMATE MOON KNIGHT PLAYLIST In order: miscellaneous, Marc, Steven, Jake. I’m always updating and curating this! Also check out my Layla playlist”

Followers who don’t care about the best moon knight playlist ever pls scroll now or forever hold your peace cause I’m about to wig out✌️

This whole playlist is very much my personal music taste both old and new so I’m so glad other people love it too. Like I’m 20 and I’ve been listening to some of these songs since middle school (and one since elementary school….”awoken” LOL) and some is my more recent music taste

So anyway without further ado, here is some of my personal favorite moments on the playlist, I’ll try to keep it in order, strap in.

MISCELLANEOUS

• Nutcracker suite Arabian dances: im very much a classical lover as you can probably tell by now but this has always been my favorite classical piece. It’s just sooooo “I’m tired and injured and trudging through the desert under the light of the full moon. I’m exhausted but I have to keep going” love itttttt

• Leopard: this song is literally always switching up!! Just like moon knight lol. One moment it’s sad and slow, next moment it’s anxious and fast, and then it’s smooth and chill. Need I say more.

MARC

• Back from the dead: “BLOW, YA TAKIN 2 SHOTS TO YA CHEST”

• Hunter: this one is very special to me cause it’s probably my favorite song of all time at the moment. It’s sort of the same deal with the nutcracker suite where it’s like you just have to keep on marching and do what you can to survive cause there’s not really a home you can go back to. It feels lonely, ghostly, desolate, and steadfast. So marc and so knightly. “I tried to organize freedom- you sussed it out didn’t you? You could smell it so you left me on my own, to complete the mission, now I’m leaving it all behind.” Very him and Khonshu am I right or am I right. HES GOING HUNTING. HES THE HUNTER!

• Pluto: this is a more recent addition, it’s just so visceral and violent. Like Marc! I also specifically added the live version with the strings cause it sounds so much moreee. Unhinged? Enraged? “Excuse me, I just have to explode this body” “I’ll wake up tomorrow brand new, a little tired, but brand new” just like going to bed as maRC AND WAKING UP AS STEVEN CMONNNNNN

• Dirty Harry: mercenary days marc moment

• mercure scene 1, la nuit: same thing as nutcracker suite and hunter. WE GOTTA KEEP MOVING EVEN THO WE’RE SO TIRED

• Off with his head: middle school classic of all time to me. It’s so “ugh. Gotta kill all these people to sate this ancient gods will. Sorry, I promise I don’t want to 😬”

• Awoken: relistening to old mlp fandom songs I used to love when I was little and then realizing one of them fit Marc Spector of all characters actually incredibly well felt like unearthing an ancient cursed relic. I literally still cannot believe it

• All the Will Smith songs: Marc speeds on the highway when he drives. And when he does, he’s blasting this. Also he doesn’t like any other musician besides will smith. He has literally had the exact same music taste since 1997 #comfortmusic

• Get out of my house: MARC IS THE HOUSE.

• All the love: the phone calls. THE PHONE CALLS. Did I mention the phone calls? The sighs too UGH. I’m imagining Marc coming back to that storage locker and listening to all the voicemails Steven had left him thinking he was calling their mom. Also am I crazy thinking the last “good night” sounds EXACTLY like Steven?

• Sandpaper kisses: “your gonna a leave her. You have deceived her. Just a girl, with featherweight curls” Layla 😭

• The moon/ Awake: EVERY. LYRIC. HITS. It fits the relationship between him and Steven amazingly. “When sins of sons to fathers come, too heavy is the weight. THE SPIRIT SPLIT IN TWO” <- when I heard that while looking for songs to add to this playlist my jaw dropped. ITS TOO REAL

STEVEN

• Ok let’s go: the moon/ awake to ok let’s go is the transition from Marc to Steven. It’s basically Steven being like “is this too much to take? That’s ok, I’ll take it from here” like he’s there to put Marc’s pieces back together after everything. It’s stevens introduction bc that’s his purpose after all. He’s picking up where Marc left off

• Diary: Goldfish problem vibes. “Dear diary, What a day it’s been. Dear Diary, it’s been just like a dream” “at night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn” also the guy is British so that’s a plus

• the miku song (I can’t type Japanese) : Steven grant anime opening. He’s running late to work with toast in his mouth

• COUNT THOSE FREAKS: literally episode 2. Mr knight vs that jackal vibes

• Sinking feeling, Only dreaming: I’m gonna lump these 2 together cause they have the same gist. Steven realizing that he isn’t completely alone and those strange occurrences and dreams are much much much more than they seem. His life is a lie! Poor man’s being put through the mental ringer.

• Linger a while: It’s just so british sounding you know what I mean? It’s so Steven nervously plodding along

•Oivomaintnt: steven grant walking simulator

• Wake up ( it’s 1984): “two worlds apart, BUT SO!! CLOSE!!!!!!”

• Is anybody here?: ohhhhohhh so Steven. Everything abt it is so perfect but here’s my fav lyrics “I left my soul exposed to frail hands who hold my fate up in the air.” Aka khonshus spindly witch fingers. “Waking in the afternoon, a captive in a passive tomb, moments turn to long Decembers, stoking fires from dying embers. I try To move a limb, but there's a disconnect within. A devil in the alchemy. A phantom staring back at me.ITS YOUUUUU” disassociation moment. He is quite literally slipping out of consciousness and losing days or even months of time. Also….a phantom….OR A SPECTOR

• Steal away: ok I lied this is the one song that’s based off vibes. It’s just Steven what can I say

• It only takes a moment, somethin stupid, might tell you tonight: HES FALLING IN LOVE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME 😭😭😭

• Ghost: Steven being like “hey maybe actually not being alone isnt so bad :)” again, a ghost….OR A SPECTOR! Ehhhhhh? ;D

JAKE

• you belong to me: Marc and Steven may be free, but Jake? mmmm not so much :/ wherever they go, whatever they do, he still belongs to Khonshu.

• What you won’t do for love: “I guess you wonder where I’ve been”

• Desalento: I don’t speak Portuguese so I don’t exactly know what this song is about but it’s just so Jake vibes. Esp near the end

• The most cursed hands/ who am I: first part is cool but disregard it. The real reason why I added it is at the very end. “Who am I? Just a gambler, holding aces in the devil's eyes. What is wrong? What's the sin? Where's the answer? Where the hell do I fit in? Or could it be, there's just a little demon lost in the debris? And I, should idly bide my time until a wager releases me” cmonnnn that is so good. Where does jake fit in in all this? Steven and Marc are already a team but Jake is disconnected from them, where does he go in the story? Also the little demon lost in the debris is KHONSHU, they thought they defeated him but heyyyy he’s still there just in secret now. And what can Jake do but follow his orders till he’s released! “It can’t remain unknown” his existence can’t stay hidden forever! Also the vibes at this part are just so suave and Jakey.

• how I could just kill a man: marc and steven are soooo free and don’t have to do shit anymore but guess who’s left to do all the dirty work now? JAKE! And he’s pissed! “When your up on the hill in your big home, I’m out here riskin my dome”

• Vroom Vroom: obligatory

• Tardigrade song: Jake lockley is one tough son of a bitch. He can take pretty much everything you throw at him, since that is literally his purpose. He wakes up after years of hibernation, kicks ass in the most inhospitable conditions imaginable, then goes to sleep again. Just like a tardigrade!

• We fly high: I have this image in my head of Jake rolling up to an avengers meeting and you can hear this from the parking lot blasting in the moon knight mobile before he gets out and slams the door. They’re all looking down at him from the window like “ughhhh who invited that guy” “not me” “me neither” “I think he just invited himself” *door bursts open* “eyyyy fugeddaboutit” It’s like his theme song to me, it’s what plays when he rolls up into frame wearing sunglasses. He’s just balling. Simple as. Steven: ouch! He bit me!😰 Jake: no I didn’t 😎😏

Freebird: and what a perfect way to end the playlist. Wow look you made it way to go, now let’s make our car do flips and donuts in the avengers office parking lot 🥳🙌

Sorry if that was too much, I always think about these when I listen to it which is still fairly often. I’ve never gotten to discuss these things with anyone! Delighted to hear that you enjoyed it!!!!! Hope it helped you discover some really amazing songs. THANK YOU!!!!!!! 💕

[multific]

The Moon to Whom You Belong to

Khonshu x Reader

Summary: Harrow's hatred towards Khonshu was clear, but to hurt you in order to anger the God was a low blow. 

You saw him everywhere you went.

He stood on top of buildings, watching you.

He knew what he was doing. He was annoying you.

But you were mad at him.

Who could have possibly thought that dating an ancient Egyptian God would be a bad idea?

Not you. Khonsu was truly magical and even if his last avatar, Arthur, didn't see that, in your eyes, Khonshu never changed.

Arthur hated Khonshu and despised him to the point where he wanted to bring Amit back just to get revenge.

Arthur knew you, he often saw you with Khonshu he knew what you meant to the God. And knowing this, Khonshu was afraid Harrow is going to use you to get back on him. 

So, his only logical solution to this problem was to do everything in his power to lock you away. 

He found a new avatar, Marc Spector, but you were not allowed to meet him. Khonshu explained to you just how broken Marc was, but never gave you a real reason why he kept you locked in your home. 

Of course, you knew it had to do with Arthur and his plan of revenge. Arthur was an easy man to read, and you also overheard many times whenever he was talking to himself about how much he hated Khonshu amongst other things.

So, when you told Khonshu that you didn't need to be locked in a dark place just until Harrow is dead, the God took offence. 

He wanted nothing but to protect you, and you knew that, but this was too much.

You decided to go to work, as usual, and carry out your daily things as usual. 

And so, Khonshu followed you, every day he watched you, making sure no one would hurt you. 

Every time you sat on the bus, as you looked out the window, you saw him, standing there, standing or sitting on buildings. 

Just how possessive this bird truly was?

If it was up to him, he would have you in a palace, he often talked about how you need to be treated as a Queen, he would have you wrapped in silks, fed to your liking with no questions asked. He would have you sit on a throne, much like a pharaoh, but he would make sure everyone knew you were more important than anyone else.

And you loved him, you loved even his overprotective and possessive nature. You loved him because he made you feel like no one else ever, he made you feel important, loved and cared for even if he couldn't kiss you, his body language and soft touches proved it all.

You always tried to pay attention, you knew Arthur had many followers. And you were sure you have seen many of them without even knowing.

They could be everywhere, the lady in the store, the new coworker at work, an old coworker at work. Anywhere and anyone could be a follower.

But he didn't have to be so controlling about it. He could have just told you not to go out or just talked with you instead of breaking your door and getting it stuck. He could have sat down and told you to stay safe, you would have called in sick for work. But because of the way he behaved, you behaved just as well.

And here you were now, in the bus stop, waiting while he was watching you from across the street.

"Go home." he would say. But you didn't listen.

And you probably should have.

But he still blamed himself.

You were stubborn as much as he was, but it was still his fault. He didn't protect you, he wasn't there for you.

You had a feeling for a while now that someday something would happen. That one day he will send his people and harm you.

Yet, you weren't prepared.

Khonshu took his eyes off you for a minute. A literal minute and everything went to hell.

You weren't taken, but they sure tried. 

If it wasn't for Khonshu and the quickness of his new avatar, you would have been gone. Khonshu would have burned the entire world down to find you, but he didn't have to. 

Jake Lockley saved you, and you were back with Khonshu, standing on a tall building. He didn't let go of you. Not even for a second.

"This is all my fault." he said as his finger ran over your wrist, you managed to hurt it when you tried to free yourself, you fell and even fractured the bone. "All my fault that My Little Star is hurt." he said, voice full of guilt and pain.

"I am the one to blame. I should have listened to you and stayed home." you knew it was your fault, your fault for being so stubborn.

You tried to prove to him that you could take care of yourself. You grew up just fine, you didn't need his protection. 

But you should have just accepted it, you should have just said thank you and stayed behind. You were weak, and you had to accept that sometimes it was okay to get help from others.

You placed your other hand on his chest and let him pull you close.

"From now on, I will listen to you." you said, promising him to do as he said might not be the best move, but you knew it was the only thing he would accept and calm him.

"Thank you, Stardust. I will also try not to listen that much to my overprotective tendencies. We can find a middle ground I'm sure."

You smiled as he squeezed you against his towering frame.

He used to get smaller when he was with you, still much taller than you but you asked him not to. He didn't need to hide from you.

"I'd like to meet your Knight. I need to thank... them." you looked up at him and he nodded.

"Tomorrow, for now, I need you with me alone. I need your help with a plan. I cannot possibly find what Harrow is looking for, we need to get there before him."

You liked it when he asked your help or opinion on things. But you liked it better that he didn't even let you leave his embrace for the rest of the evening.

You were his Star and he cannot lose you.

He was your Moon to whom you belonged to. Easy as that. 

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Ghost-Blood//Revenant: 7

Khonshu, Marc Spector, Steven Grant x Fem!Reader, with a side of Frienemy Harrow

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Rating: PG-13/T, for cursing and later violence

Warnings: None

Summary: You fight for your life in a different way than one would think.

Your body isn’t yours. Wasn’t yours. Isn't yours? Now? Not now? Past - were you in the past or now, dreaming or not?

You didn’t know the difference.

Still, your hands were too rough, too covered in bandages and bloody knuckles that couldn’t be hidden underneath your black suit jacket to truly be yours. You stood too tall over the caskets lined up in front of you, too little tears shed from your face.

You, after all, had always been a crier.

Whoever’s body you were looking through was either not prone to tears, or had run out of them.

But you knew this as your - not-you’s - family laying dead in satin lined wood boxes, surrounded by calla lilies and hydrangeas. A sister, and two nephews. Hydrangeas had been her favorite. She’d always wanted to have some in her yard, but every time she tried her black thumb made itself known again.

Your brother-in-law was dead, too, you knew it, at your own hand - the reason for the bruises and aches littering not-you’s body. He didn’t deserve to be buried with his family, after all. No, of course not, after what he did.

The service flashed past in a blur. Literally. Time warped by, slipping past you like trying to hold smoke, until the next scene you found yourself in your body was drinking shtty vodka straight out of a bottle.

“What a waste of perfectly good talent.”

You turned toward the voice, and are greeted by a bird-skull man wrapped in linen.

That voice.

You knew that voice.

It sent you spiraling into another scene altogether.

One inundated with gunfire and the smell of smoke, and a dulled sort of pain - filtered through a haze of time and distance.

But your body was yours. Different than the one you occupied in the good ole year 2022, but yours nonetheless.

Even if you were hiding in an abandoned shed, like a coward. You should be trying to find the other nurses, but the fighting outside was too intense to risk it. And if all of you got hurt, who would be there to patch the troops up after the battle ended?

This is probably why they didn’t put you on Captain America’s unit.

It made you curl your lip over your teeth in disgust, hanging back like this. But your only recourse for helping them had already drifted from your reach when the ambulance truck went up in smoke…

“Well, now this just won't do.”

You fought the urge to shriek in fear as your head whipped to the source of the sound.

Why the sight of a nine foot tall mummy with a bird skull for a head didn’t scare the shit out of you, you weren’t sure.

But you trusted this being implicitly, on sight.

“Well, if I go out there I’m getting shot.” You quirked an eyebrow

“Of course you will. But you won’t get hurt. Much. If you accept my assistance.” He gestured widely with his staff, and finished his sentence with a soft tap to your head, as if he was blessing you with something.

You believed him. For some reason.

“And what’s in it for you?” You put both hands on your hips.

“I am Khonshu.” He opened his arms wide. “God of the Moon, healer of wounds, protector of those who travel by night, and purveyor of justice. ” He brought his hands back in, and leaned in toward you, as if narrowing his eyes in challenge. “And I’m in need of an avatar to realize such ambitions. In return for service I offer vitality, swfteness, and whatever protection I can offer. No mortal weapon will strike you down.”

Something about that speech sounded familiar, but you put that aside and smiled.

“Justice and healing, huh?” You closed your eyes and winced as more gunfire.

When you opened your eyes he was on one knee, his hand hovering near your face hesitantly, before he tapped under your chin in a ‘chin-up’ motion. “Be my Moon Knight. We can save those of your comrades that remain, and patch up the wounded after.”

And what kind of protector would you be to refuse that offer?

You opened your eyes blearily, mind slow like cold honey trying to sink into cotton, unable to tell the difference between the present and the far past of many lifetimes. Thoughts slow-moving… ever… so… slow…

Where was Khonshu…? He’d said he would be there with you in the morning, still, his hand brushing against your cheek as you fell asleep…

“Rest and regain your strength, dove.”

… but that wasn’t quite right, was it? You weren’t in the barracks.

You could barely see. Or, you couldn't process what you were seeing, something disconnected between your eyes and the part of your brain that was supposed to put ideas together into a coherent scene.

White ceiling. Cold room. Medical cot. I.V. line. Dimmed lights. Wet towel on your forehead.

You should know what those things meant when put together, why didn’t you know???

God, and it fucking hurt, the pain slamming into you like a fucking wall, and your eyes shot wide as you bolted upright - only to crash over yourself and almost careen off the bed, movements uncoordinated and clumsy, body refusing to listen to you. Someone in scrubs grabs your arms and lays you back down with a gentle touch, and when you tried to protest all that came out was garbled nothing, mouth full of cotton and clumsy.

“Shh, shh, you’re safe, alright? You’re in an emergency clinic.” He said softly, pulling the blankets back over your shivering form. “Are you in pain?” He asked, and then shook his head with a muttering breath. “What the fuck am I saying, of course she’s in pain, stupid. You put her in a coma because the meds weren’t working and she’s woken the fuck up. Why did she wake up?”

You groaned something resembling and affirmative, catching his attention again.

He held up a sign with a bunch of little smilies on it. But some of them were frowning.

“If zero was in no pain,” he pointed to the smiliest smiley, “And ten was the worst pain you’ve ever felt,” he pointed at the frowniest smiley. “How would you rate your pain?”

You blinked. And then pointed to the right of the frownies face - right where another could go.

He blinked. “An eleven.”

You nodded, but it came out floppy and weird.

It seemed he got the jist, though, because he put something in your IV, and just moments later your eyes felt puffy and heavy.

Just before you drifted to sleep you heard the creak of an opening door, and the soft weight of a cool compress being pressed to your forehead.

A tribunal of avatars.

Osiris’s eyes staring at you sadly. Almost something like regret in his eyes. “This is your last chance to change your mind.”

Your firm, naive belief that this was the right decision.

A knife in your back as he wrended your soul from your body, and let your immortal godly form fall to the ground.

The agony that follows is incomparable.

Your eyes open again with a gasp, hands scrambling around you to shove away what's coming for you, hurting you hurting you hurting you, but all you find are gentle hands and soft voices and a cold towel pressed against your face.

“I know. I know, Iris.” Blue eyes and shoulder length hair you barely notice, the world around you fuzzy around the edges and mind frayed beyond recognition. One hand grasps yours tightly. “The doctors are working on the pain, I promise. But for now, you have to breathe through it.”

There’s a flurry of movement behind him but you pay it no mind.

The man beside you breathes in, but you're in too much pain to follow him - your movement is sharp and jerky, even the barest inhale burning your lungs.

“Perfect. Just like that. Now breathe out slowly.”

It doesn’t even sound condescending, no, it’s an anchor. One you hold onto as you continue the slow, stilted cycle of breathing in and out.

“You’re doing so well.” His thumb rubs the back of your knuckles even though you’re squeezing his hand as tight as you could. He doesn’t even seem fazed by the pain of it. “The pain will be over soon, don’t worry. You’ll be able to rest.”

The darkness encroaches again.

“One way or another, it seems.”

A/N: I don't even know just take it i love Harrow okay don't even look at me. I think he would be exceptionally sweet and kind in most situations, especially when he feels like he needs to make up for something. Man is all about penance after all. He has to have charisma how the hell else did he get a cult so large? I've written metas about this in the comments i wont repeat myself. But also Khonshu! Hi bestie <3

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Moon Knight Steven Theory (Spoilers 1x05)

So I have been thinking about that little girl who asked Steven if it sucked for him to be rejected from the Field of Reeds in episode 1. Obviously having watched ep 5 it is obvious that this was foreshadowing his fate of being lost to the sands of the Duat. But I’ve got a theory about this little girl because I don’t think she is all that she seems to be. I actually think that maybe this little girl is Thoth. Thoth is another Moon Deity and like Khonshu also is often depicted with the head of a bird. Thoth is also said to be the god of wisdom, writing, magic, judgment, balance and the dead. But it gets even more interesting as he is also known as the god with no mother. There are different versions of the myth of his birth but one is where he is self created. I can’t help but make a connection to Steven here who was also kind of self created, he too like Thoth was not born, which also connects with the no mother thing in two ways, one they literally have no mother who gave birth to them and two it ties into how Steven lost his mother who he thought was still alive. Steven is also throughout the series described as being the ‘smart one’ again this can be connected to Thoth who is the god of wisdom. 

But Thoth also plays a part in the judging and weighing of the hearts. He is the one who makes a record of the souls of the deceased so would know who makes it into the field of reeds and who does not. Further more he is said to have written ‘The Book of Thoth’ which supposedly holds all the secrets of the universe. So if that little girl is Thoth and he knows all the secrets of the universe then its not outside the realm of possibility that he would know ahead of time that Steven will end up in the sands of the duat. What’s really interesting is this Book of Thoth is hidden, its rumoured that its hiding place is a secret chamber within the Great Pyramid. So going back to the little girl Steven interacts with, the first time both he and we see her she is literally trying to hide something within a model of the Great Pyramid. Maybe that’s just a coincidence, but also maybe its a hint at the Book of Thoth being hidden there. Maybe there is some significance to Steven then taken what she had hidden there out, maybe in the finale he will find the Book of Thoth?

 There are even more connections I’ve noticed between this little girl and Thoth though. The first is her general appearance. 

She is shown as looking very academic and intelligent, she is also clearly a student. Well Thoth is also connected with intellect and learning so to me it would make sense for him to appear as a student. I think there are other clues too if we take a closer look. 

If you look at the tie she is wearing you can see its got blue and greenish/yellow stripes. She is also wearing a dark green vest with a blue cardigan. Well in alot of depictions of Thoth he is depicted with a green face and blue headdress:

 So the colouring is very similar, again could be just a coincidence but I personally think it could be significant. Especially when you add to it another little detail I spotted. As I said before Thoth is one of the gods involved in the process of weighing and judging the hearts of deceased souls. The little girl is wearing a sticker on her cardigan. When you zoom in and then rotate the sticker it has what appears to be a set of scales. 

 Another significance of the scales is that Thoth is the god of balance and equilibrium which again really seems to fit Steven and Marc who have been trying to find that balance between them and their equilibrium with each other. 

There is also some kind of figure behind the scales which is harder to make out but having zoomed in on the larger better quality picture of Steven with the little girl it does look to me like its the face of a beaked statue, with an Egyptian headdress and possibly a lunar moon circle above its head. Both Khonshu and Thoth are often depicted this way. 

There are other connections as well though. In episode 5 right before Steven and Marc run out to find that souls are falling to the sands before their time you can hear the sound of monkeys and then you hear Steven say ‘baboons’. When they come out on to the boat deck it is right behind two baboons. Well Baboons are another thing associated with Thoth who disguised himself as a baboon and is sometimes depicted in Egyptian art in the form of a baboon. I think it is interesting that Steven is the one who recognises and identifies the sound. 

If this girl is representing Thoth though there is something I am even more excited about and that is that Thoth has the power to resurrect the dead. So maybe Thoth will appear in the finale and will free Steven from the sands and then bring him and Marc back to life. Thoth is said to do this by restoring the head and the heart to the dead body. I’ve seen some people saying that Marc is lead by his head and that Steven is lead by his heart so maybe the way Thoth can bring them back is by leading both Steven and Marc, the head and the heart back to their body so that they can be resurrected. There is a place in the underworld called The Mansion of Thoth so maybe if Marc can find his way there he can enlist Thoth’s help in freeing Steven and finding their way back to their body so they can be brought back to life and stop Harrow. It is said the Mansion is a place where souls can get magic protection spells from Thoth to help them fight demons that might stand in their way. I don’t know if they will go this route but it could be a possibility. Of course I could just be grasping at any possibility of them bringing Steven back because I refuse to accept that is how it ends for him, there has to be a way out for him and Thoth who has the power of resurrection and wrote the Book of the Dead seems to me like a really good option.       

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Other comments on reactions

I saw a few people react to Layla letting Marc's body go & ignoring Tawaret's first call to her...I wouldn't say negatively but more confused by her behavior?

They forgot some things though by reacting that way

1. So far, even with all the fantastical things that have happened in the MCU no one has ever literally resurrected in this universe. There's been fake-deaths, semi-deaths, thrawted-deaths and timy-wimey stuff, but no straight coming back from the dead like that.

So there's no way Layla could've known Marc's death wasn't permanent. We did. But she didn't.

2. Related to that, Layla has seen some magic in her life, but she had never had a god speaking to her. She never saw Khonshu before that episode. And with everything that was happening and her own grief and distress she dismissed Tawaret as her ears playing tricks on her. And it took her more time to really believe Tawaret was actually talking to her.

And even then

Layla 'what do you mean, come back to life?'

She just couldn't believe Marc would resurect. Why would she?

It's only when she saw them alive and well in front of her that she really believed it. Believed that he came back to life at least. She still couldn't understand the how though.

Layla 'Marc! How is this possible? How did you get back?'

So the Marc system is really the first character in the MCU to resurect.

Some little squeletal bird told me that Death really doesn't like Marc Spector lmao

All praise the Marc system 🙌