#Marc Spector the man that you are Tumblr posts

[whatthefishh]

Thinking a lot about our baby Marc and what you'd have to do to get him to look at you like this

like you're literally his world, omggggg 😩😩

Omg his neck

Sorry. Yes his eyes are the sweetest especially when they go soft on you, and what a sight that would be.

He’s so vulnerable here, eyes pleading and desperate for some relief, some good news, anything.

He’s down on one knee, looking up at you like you hold the fate of his life in your hands. And, well. You kind of do.

You’re holding the ring in shaky hands, you haven’t slipped it on yet in your state of complete shock — Marc Spector, proposing? Marc Spector, the man who was scared to hold your hand on your first date, handing you flowers without looking in your eyes? Marc Spector, the man that would look down when you’d kiss his cheek, still not comfortable with asking for let alone accepting all the love you were waiting to shower him with?

It’s a simple answer, and one you’ve thought about for longer than you want to admit, but right now it’s hard to even say anything other than the rather embarrassing squeak that left your mouth.

Steven’s whispering in his ear, it’s okay, and she’ll say yes I know she will, and she’s got to, she, she—

[celebh0ttie]

OSCAR ISAAC

[whoreish-behaviour]

He’s so freaking adorable and very Steven-coded lool !!

[age-of-moonknight]

A Mighty Marvel Team-Up — Spider-Man: Quantum Quest! Graphic Novel. Amulet Books, 2024.

Writer and illustrator: Mike Maihack

[sadwetcatmk]

If Oscar Isaac had a nickel for every time he played a comic book character who took a guy's face off, he'd have two nickels

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

I've been saving this one. You have no idea.

ALRIGHT LET'S GO.

THIS SCENE. They are reunited and the door has opened. They have hope! Look at their faces. Steven is SO Steven. He's just amazed and full of hope and wonder. Marc is still defrosting, but he looks surprised.

Sure, he didn't expect for them to be saved. This is a man that had thought his whole life that he was unworthy of anything. He made it to the field of reeds, and then immediately rejected it for Steven. Yet here he stands, with Steven Grant and the door back to life.

So why doesn't he look happy?

In fact, in half a second, you see his face turn ever so slightly into one of doubt.

In that second, he moves back. He pushes Steven forward just a little. Is Marc considering pushing Steven through and staying behind? Giving Steven the life without him? He's already seen that he could move on without Steven. Can Steven move on without him?

It wouldn't be unlike Marc to put Steven first. To stay trapped in the Duat and let Steven be the hero with Layla.

And Steven, still looking at the light, Marc is the first to notice the Duat rising up to try to claim them. His look of fear as he clutches at Steven a little tighter. He would do anything in that moment to protect him.

He even tells Steven to go ahead. To go without him. Not because he can't walk and is slowing Steven down. He tells Steven to go because he still isn't sure if he should go back.

Even when Steven tells him he isn't going without him, Mac still pushes Steven through the door first. SHOVES him through the door first.

Just in case it's a trick. Just in case something happens. At least Steven will be safe. Luckily, Steven is still holding him and drags Marc along with him, just in case Marc stops. Just in case Marc changes his mind...

[orestesimp]

miguel o’hara muttering “no puedo más” and pinching his brow bone 🧎🏻‍♀️

[mrs-lockley]

Across the Spider-Verse

Miguel O'Hara (Hades & Persephone AU, WOC!Reader) Once Upon a December

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Namor of Talokan/K'uk'ulkan (Filipina (Kapampangan) Sirena!Fem!Reader) Where the Spirit Meets the Bones

Moon Knight

Jake Lockley (Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Sabrina 1955 AU, No Moon Knight AU) Reach for the Moon Series Masterlist Moon Knight System (GN!Reader) Sleeping Headcanons

Last Updated: 2/19/2024

[therealraewest]

I don't think he's okay Spidey

[faretheeoscar]

Oops my hand slipped again to the Baldverse…

[whatthefishh]

happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts.....

hmmm. what do you think Marc's favourite like...community hobby is?

Personally I think he liked spending time at the animal shelter with you. He'd drag you along from like early morning until late afternoon and its so hard to say no to him bc he looks so goddamn cute and happy with all those little animals!! I think he loves it because it makes him feel useful? Like he's helping and its not causing any bloodshed or devastation yknow? He always makes sure EVERY animal gets special treatment and that he can help out any way he can, and it takes everything in his power not to adopt every single one on the spot.

hmmmm Marc with pets D:

Clem

That’s so fucking cute what the fuck

Watch as Marc’s eyes go soft when a really Smol kitten comes sauntering over to him and settles in like it’s her rightful place and he just — does not compute — big hands holding small cat — purring begins and he just melts and tends to all the poor animals awww this is such a cute happy thought my dear 🥺❤️❤️❤️ thank you for sharing!!

Marc deserves so many soft moments in his life!!

[luvrxbunny]

i would really love to be going down on a guy, like i’m kissing his balls or something and his hand comes around to just hold me in place while he lets out the most devastating moans above me.

and he’s like “yeah, yeah— oh shit. kiss my balls baby.”

“feels so good with you down there. put one in your mou- yes. oh my god like that, baby”

or he’s right on the edge and i haven’t kissed his balls yet but he wants to feel it before he cums. so i just feel his hands pulling me off him and then pushing me down to his balls.

“please. please i wanna- wanna feel it, sweetheart. ohhh- so fuckin’ warm. feels like m’melting, love”

“holy shit i’m right there- kiss them- kiss it, baby. kiss my balls for me, kiss ‘em”

[spctrsgf]

the attack

summary: marc was no stranger to a rough fight. but what happens when one fight is a bit too much?

word count: 1.4k

warnings: language, descriptions of blood/wounds/death, marc has a panic attack, angstier than i wanted tbh but

a/n: this was supposed to be fluffy but it turned out so dark i'm sorry idk what happened

another a/n: i want to note that everyone's panic attacks look different, and i tried to factor in what ive seen from moon knight and my own experience with panic attacks to write marc's

He had to get home.

He had to get home, and fast.

His hand came to rest on the bricks of a building beside him as he heaved in a breath, instantly regretting it as sharp pain sliced across his abdomen. With bleary eyes, he looked up to meet the window of a car that held Steven. “Mate, you’re not looking great–” Marc waved him off. “I’m fine, Steven. I just have to-” he shoved himself off the wall with a grunt of effort. “Get home.”

“Please just call y/n.”

“No,” Marc huffed, his patience and energy to argue with Steven wearing painfully thin. “I’m fine.”

“Really?” Jake snorted from a window to his right. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Fuck off, both of you.”

“Please, Marc-“ Steven tried to placate.

“I can do this by myself.”

“I’m not sure that's a good-”

“Steven!” Marc yelled, exasperated and tired. “Stop.”

The man’s only response was to duck his head with a solemn glare.

“Spector—“ 

The said man whirled on the window. “You too, Jake.”

Jake went to say more, but instead decided to put his tongue back in his mouth and prepare to take control instead.

Marc’s jaw clenched in short victory, and he moved his focus to walking. Only two more buildings. He told himself. His eyes darted every which way in a sort of frantic habit, shoulders tense in his vulnerability. Shoulders tense in the knowledge that if he were to be attacked right now, he wouldn’t make it out alive.

Deep down, he knows that Steven is right. He should call you. He’s aware that you won’t judge his strained words, won’t do anything but get to him as fast as possible. You’ll leave the engine running in your beat up Honda, dash over to where he’d since crumpled onto the ground, toss his arm over your shoulder and haul him into the car and then to your shared apartment, careful to avoid his bloody limbs from touching anything. You’ll patch him up and put him back on his feet, just like you always do.

But– something holds him back tonight. Maybe it’s the blood from the cut that seems to be too deep, something that the suit should have protected him from. Maybe it’s Khonsu’s lying words that ‘it’ll be a quick one tonight, worm.’ Maybe it’s the fact that he let the man’s words get to him, let them crawl under his skin and make a permanent home in his brain. 

Marc Ssspector.

He shook his head, trying to stop the memories before they started.

I heard about your childhood. Tragic, really.

He was nearly there now, maybe a building or two away.

Your brother’s death must’ve cut you deep, knowing that it was your fault. 

He swallowed down his panic.

And then what? Your brother dead, your mother abusive, your father nothing but a shell of a man.

His hands started to shake. Not good, not good, he told himself, he cannot be having a panic attack right now.

No wonder Khonsu wanted you. How easy it must’ve been to take a trainwreck like you in, to make you do all of his dirty work. 

Marc’s breaths became labored as he tried to shove down his pain, both wound and the sharp ended words.

But did Khonsu ever really want you at all?

Marc’s eyes fell to his feet in frustration and in shame. 

Did Layla ever really want you at all?

All he had to do was move his right foot up and forward. Why was it so hard?

Did y/n ever want you at all?

His vision swam with tears as he let them fall down his face, angry and sad and panicked. 

Does anyone ever really want you at all?

He fell to his knees, letting out a yelp of pain.

It was at this moment he realized he might be dying.

He’d done it twice, and he could do it again. It seemed probable. At the moment, being free of his mind and his pain was sounding increasingly appealing. No more guilt, no more trauma, no more Khonsu, no more people taking his heart and shattering it on the floor. 

But as he feels his head go light and his vision rim with white, the only thing he can think of is you. You and your bright smile and perfect eyes and the way you got him, the way you were always there for him and his alters. Steven and Jake too met the front of his mind as he thanked whatever was out there that brought him such amazing people to surround himself with. 

– ✮ –

When Marc came to, he wasn’t in that boat he’d been on with Steven nor was he met with the dirty ground of the street outside his apartment building. No, he was in a bed, his bed. Which meant he was home, in his house. Which meant–

You came strolling in then, and he drank up the sight of you like a man who’d been starved of water. You were wearing one of your typical comfy Saturday outfits, when you’d sit on the couch and write or doodle while he watched some sport lazily, your head on his shoulder and his heart in your hands. Your eyes met his, and they all but softened as he watched you recognize that it was him. You were by his side in a second, holding him down by his shoulders as he tried to sit up. “Don’t do that, Marc, you’re still healing.”

The events hit him like a truck. Being hurt, the man, Steven telling him to call you, the attack, blacking out.

“How am I alive right now?” Was the only thing he could get out of his mouth as you sighed. “From what I know, Jake took over and called me. I managed to get you to the hospital because I didn’t think I’d be able to patch you up,” you sucked in a breath harshly, and Marc’s hand met yours with a squeeze of support, of sorry. “I was so scared, Marc. There was so much blood and even Jake was barely managing to get his words out–”

“Hey,” He winced, but still moved his hand to cup your jaw and grab your gaze. “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

You snorted. “Shoulda thought about that before you tried to walk home while bleeding out of your fucking abdomen.”

“I thought I could get home.”

“Yeah, good going on—“ you stopped abruptly, taking a deep breath and recentering your mindset. “I’m sorry, Marc. I’ve just been worried about you and everything that happened, and I couldn’t do anything about your wound and sitting in that waiting room— which felt like an asylum with how white it was— for what felt like years for the doctors to help you was the most anxiety inducing thing I’ve ever experienced. But it’s okay, you’re fine, I’m fine, everything is gonna be fine.”

Marc’s thumb brushed tenderly across your cheekbone to catch fallen tears, brows knit in worry. “You’re right, I’m here.”

“Please,” your voice was a whisper as you lent into his hand. “Please never do that to me again.”

“I won’t.”

“Please, I know it's hard to ask for help. I know real well from experience that it’s hard. But it’s worth it. It’s worth it not to watch you attached to whatever the fuck they put you on in the hospital, not to collapse onto the ground a block away in excruciating pain. Right?”

“Right.” Marc nodded.

“I love you.” You said those words as if you could lift any of his worries and insecurities and carry them into the sky above.

“I love you too.” His hand slid to cup the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet his smiling lips.

[age-of-moonknight]

Blood Hunt (Vol. 1/2024), #5.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Pepe Larraz; Colorists: Marte Garcia and Fer Sifuentes-Sujo; Letterer: Cory Petit

[frogs-and-oscar-brainrot]

Guys, where do you find good fanfics? ;-;

I can't find any for a while. Maybe I can't search... Maybe it's because ai is popular now? (not that I don't use it, but I definitely suck at writing human interactions)

Please feed me with Oscar Isaac things ;-; I'm almost over a terrible internship for my university degree and I feel drained from my whole life essence