#Moon knight oc

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A commission I just completed for @kodakiin ! its his OC, Zaccai, and the looming shadow of Anubis behind him!

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER TWENTY

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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(A/N: Sooooooo, I'm back. I'm REAAAALLLLYYYY sorry it took me long to post this. So many things have happened in the past year, very long story btw so I wouldn't dwell on it. I won't keep you waiting anymore so here's the next chapter. More updates are coming soon so stay tuned)

CHAPTER TWENTY - THE DOORWAY OF ACCURSED MEMORIES.

“Shall we begin, then?” you whispered softly, taking Steven’s hands as your deep indigo ceremonial priestess robes and his clean-cut white suit as Mr. Knight started materializing on your bodies, the intricate patterns of both fabrics heavy with history and magic as you prepared to cast the spell. 

“We shall”, Steven nodded, his gaze unwavering as he heard Marc and Jake’s collective approval inside his head. With practiced precision, you began to create a spell circle around the two of you, chanting in your native tongue the ancient words that would lift the veil on your collective memories long forgotten. 

The energy swirled around you and Steven, creating a glowing circle of runes and symbols that pulsed with a powerful, ancient energy as you channeled Khonshu's moon prowess through his Moon Knight and your own unique brand of magic. The very air around you crackled with anticipation, and the atmosphere grew heavy with a sense of impending revelation.

Your eyes and the tattoos in your respective jugular notches began to glow with otherworldly light, a rush of memories and emotions surged within your shared consciousness. Your sanctum began to transform as the walls slowly faded away, as you and Steven were seemingly suspended in the cosmos itself. The world around you blurred, and time seemed to lose its meaning as the complex spell finally took hold. 

The vaguely familiar night sky of Cairo greeted you and Steven as both your feet slowly felt the familiar coarseness of the desert sands beneath you. Marc Spector and Jake Lockley slowly materialized at your respective sides, garbed in their respective ceremonial suits of armor as Moon Knight. To the British chap, this was strangely reminiscent of the time that they spent in Duat where their respective bodies were physically apart, albeit assisted by a strong, powerful illusion spell.

“This was the night Steven and I kept dreaming about”, Marc spoke first before unmasking himself, his hazel brown irises reflecting curiosity. “Was this the same dream you’re having, Mira?”

“Yes, this was it”, you nodded in agreement as you watched the lost memory of your arrival in astral form together with Khonshu to the Cairo desert to aid Steven and Layla in finding Ammit’s tomb. Watching the Egyptian god of the moon converse with the two individuals before him made you slowly remember that fateful night when you had moved the constellations themselves to stop the devourer of souls from achieving her goal.

You began to hear Khonshu’s celestial voice echoing in your own head along with your own and your moon goddess, as your memories long buried like treasure hidden in the depths of the sea began to resurface.

I beseech you, Mira. Lend half of your life force to them. Save my avatars.

Help me, my goddess Mayari. Lend me your strength and power.

Only this once, Mira.

“You really were there with us”, Steven spoke in amazement as his headmates and himself watched Khonshu wither away as the Ennead trapped him in the ushabti. As you watched the man before you collapsed in the desert, it was primarily your own voice that you could hear this time around.

It cannot end like this. I will not let you die - any of you.

Arise, Moon Knight. With the power of the moon, I grant you half of my life.

“It was really you all along”, Marc realized, his rough, textured hand uncharacteristically gentle as he slowly held your own smooth porcelain wrist with a reassuring expression. “You saved all of us”

You slowly nodded at Marc’s words as tears welled up in your eyes, finally recalling the selfless act of sharing your life force with Marc, Steven, and Jake through a divine kiss. A larger chunk of the puzzle pieces were now in place to complete the picture, yet you cannot help but think that there’s more to what was currently unfolding.

“Hang on to me”, you beckoned to Marc, Jake and Steven as they swiftly held onto your shoulders and hands. As you anticipated, you chanted the continuation of your moon spell, prompting your current surroundings to shift once again as the memory version of your astral form was pulled back to your waiting body in London.

The four of you finally descended in another one of your lost memories, finding yourselves only a few months prior in the same attic room of your London home. You watched your memory version succumb to the exhaustion of aiding Khonshu, your eyelids drooped heavily as a powerful sleep spell overtook your being. You then witnessed your body collapsing in the arms of your patron goddess, Mayari.

Forgive me, Mira, for what I’m about to do.

A familiar heavenly whisper echoed in your mind once again, the once blurry memories coming into complete focus as you heard your moon goddess quietly seeking your forgiveness before the luminous light of her moon powers enveloped your mind in a mintala (ancient curse) of her making. 

“Isang makapangyarihang mintala ang aking igagawad sa aking napiling alagad”, Mayari spoke, chanting in her ancient, native language as she invoked her own divine prowess. “Kanyang malilimot ang lahat ng mga kaganapan ngayong gabi, kasabay ng paglimot ng kanyang mga katipan ng parehong mga alaalang nag-uugnay sa kanilang lahat. Siya niya ring malilimot ang mga alaala ng mag-uugnay sa kanyang irog at ngayo’y muling nagkatawang-tao sa pamamagitan ng kanyang mga katipan”

A powerful ancient curse shall be placed upon my chosen. She, as well as her soulmates, will forget the events of tonight as such memories that unite and bind them shall be forgotten and buried beneath forever. She will also forget her memories of her greatest love now reincarnated into this world, whose souls are bound to be fragmented forevermore.

“She really did this to me”, you whispered, feeling your own stomach drop at Mayari’s betrayal.

“Lo siento, cariño”, Jake sighed, looking at you forlornly before glancing at both Marc and Steven, whose expressions mirrored both disbelief and pity as they collectively watched you take a few steps back to try and collect yourself.

“But why?” your strangled whisper almost didn’t escape your lips, your own heart thundering inside your chest at the revelation.

At that moment, you caught Steven’s eyes as you watched him let out a surprised gasp. You immediately whipped back to the direction of your attic’s entrance, watching the door in it transform into a familiar mahogany door, its rich, reddish brown hue and native carvings reminding you of your old homeland.

“I’m not going bonkers, am I, Marc?” Steven’s eyes widened at what had just unfolded before him. “Or am I having deja vu from what happened with us at the Duat?”

“What do you mean, Steven?” you immediately asked, equally puzzled at what has just transpired. “Marc, what is he saying?”

“There was a time when the two - sorry, three - of us died and came back to life”, Marc started to explain, with Jake rolling his eyes at his mental triplet’s correction. “It’s a long story how we ended up dying, but our souls were sent to the Duat, as Steven said. Our hearts were weighed by that hippo– sorry, what was her name again?”

“Taweret, the goddess of women and children”, Steven responded. “She was the one who weighed our hearts against the feather of truth. Honestly, it should’ve been…”

“Anubis”, you ended up saying, prompting a brief silence as you quietly absorbed what they just said. “Steven, you said you were having a deja vu from seeing that door. What do you mean?”

“Well, when we were told that our scales wouldn’t balance”, Steven continued. “Taweret suggested that Marc and I showed one another the truth about our lives to hopefully bring balance. I remembered doing it by going through those kind of doors, like a doorway to our memories, you know”

“A doorway to our memories”, you echoed, repeating Steven’s words as your eyes gazed at the mahogany door before you once again. “This must be mine”

Mira, moon of my life.

“Ugh, Steven, when did you ever speak like that?” Marc whipped his head back at Steven, who now looked incredulously at his head mate, his eyes gone wide with utter confusion.

“I didn’t say that!”

I am truly sorry for leaving you.

“It wasn’t any of us”, Jake whispered to his mental brothers, his own eyes now darting to yours whose sole focus was now on the haunting whispers emanating from the mahogany door, now slowly opening and beckoning its owner to be let in. “Mira?”

You didn’t seem to hear Jake’s voice calling after you as your feet shuffled, following the voices now echoing inside your head calling out your name.

I promise to be back, Mira. You have my word.

“Mira!” Marc and Steven’s voices joined Jake’s as they collectively called out your name, trying to break you out of your current trance as they closely followed your every step and warily observing their surroundings for any sign of danger.

You immediately pushed forward, finally opening the remaining door that will unlock the final memory to piece your scattered past together. Pitch black darkness enveloped you and your companions as you took your next steps inside a small room where the only source of light was a golden sarcophagus lying beneath a statue of an Egyptian god sporting the head of a jackal. 

“Anubis”, you whispered out loud, your eyes meeting the only other Egyptian god you were closely acquainted with.

“I cannot believe we are standing before the Egyptian god of funerary rites and the protector of graves”, Steven gasped out loud. “Do you know him, Mira?”

“It seems that I’m supposed to”, Mira’s lips quivered as the first onset of tears gathered beneath her eyes again, immediately alarming Marc, Steven and Jake to your unprecedented reaction. They helplessly watch as you clutched your temple, feeling a strong headache coming through as a myriad of voices suddenly assaulted your head.

Talaga bang igugugol mo ang isang siglo ng buhay mo para lamang ipaghiganti ang pagkamatay niya?

Will you really be spending a century of your life avenging his death?

Wala nang higit pang mahalaga sa akin, Hiraya, kung hindi ang pagbayarin ang isinumpang diwata aking nakasagupa sa kanyang matinding pagkakasala sa akin.

I do not care for anything else, Hiraya. Except that this accursed god shall pay for his most grievous sin against me.

Yumao na si Darius, Mira. Hindi mo na siya muling makikita pa.

Darius is gone, Mira. You will never see him again.

You’ve felt great power slowly pulsing within your body as the last words you heard filled your heart with inexplicable despair and sorrow. The very air around your lungs becomes shallow as you’ve found it extremely difficult to breathe.

“Something’s happening to Mira”, Marc uttered as he held your right hand, feeling it shake vigorously between his palm. “Tell me, baby, what’s wrong?”

“She’s in a trance”, Steven shook his head, witnessing Mira’s eyes glow white as he started to back away in panic. “We need to do something, Jake!”

“Wake up, cariño!” Jake shouted, grabbing Mira’s shoulders as he tried to shake the woman before him awake. “Snap out of it!”

All three men collectively felt the enormous amount of ethereal energy enveloping your whole being before it burst forth from your body, the impact of the moon’s celestial prowess throwing them backwards. As they landed on their buttocks, they witnessed Mira’s raised hands now directed towards the golden sarcophagus, releasing a continuous stream of luminous white energy as the hieroglyphics within glowed ethereal moonlight.

The topmost layer slowly levitated as a result of the powerful spell that was casted, prompting the golden sarcophagus to open with the aid of Khonshu’s moon magic you wielded. Before you lies a man wearing ceremonial armor made out of silver and ebony black fabric. His body was without any signs of decay, as if time itself has suspended beneath the confines of his casket. His facade, however, remained a mystery to you as a jackal’s mask was in its place.

But not for much longer. Your right arm slowly reached out as your fingertips touched the mask’s surface, caressing it slowly as your eyes met the closed ones beneath. Descending at its edge, you tugged the mask upward to finally reveal the identity of Anubis’s avatar and champion.

You were greeted by the sleeping form of an olive skin-toned man lying peacefully on his coffin, the soft structure and angle of his face accompanied by his prominent jawline lightly stubbled being the very first thing you notice. His high and well-defined cheekbones greeted your vision next, slowly realizing the eerie similarities he bore with the three men whose paths you’ve repeatedly crossed with. 

My avatars are intertwined with your destiny closer than you think.

Khonshu’s words finally clicked something in your mind, a profound revelation of the long lost truth that had been hidden from you for far too long. The tears flowed freely from your eyes as the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place, completing the picture of a love that had transcended time itself. The image of Darius Carter, previously hazy as a result of a goddess’s curse, is now taking shape and coming into clear focus.

The hidden memories of your lost love immediately flooded your mind in quick flashes as your past and present life started to collide.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY.

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((Open RP Starter!)) ((Open to MK based RPs/OCs or other Marvel Universe RPs/OCs.)) ((This is the first time I've ever tried something like this. If I have made some mistake, please let me know.))

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Riley Koening watched, carefully from her spot perched up on one of the rooftops in Cairo. She had learned some time ago how to be a ghost, to make herself scarce and unseen. The life of a thief. The life of an untrusting runaway. She sometimes wondered what her Archeology-themed B-movie-loving grandfather would think of her now. Running into the homes of the rich and famous (And museums..but that's..another story altogether.) to return artifacts to their rightful owners and homelands. She'd just been in Athens not too long ago, a run for her boss to knab some Vase back from some rich dude - It was her philosophy to never ask that many questions about these things (Because somehow that always managed to lead back to 'It might cause an apocalypse, or it might be fine, don't find out.'). The teenager reached out and tore off the scarf she normally wore, a way to hide her face if need be, and shook it out beside her. After her return to Egypt, she'd found herself in the desert (Her boss liked to be mysterious. He really was just like that. No, she didn't know why.) and had been repaid with a good coating of sand in the most obnoxious places possible.

She wanted to crawl from her skin.

The brunette was suddenly broken from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps across the roof behind her. She immediately went on the defense, searching for the first possible thing she could use as a weapon. She decided, ultimately, on her fists.

Like her mother that night.

"Whose there!?" Riley shouted, bracing herself for a fight.

[witch-oftheflowers]

How the boys react to altars?

(Ximena x Simon.{COD} Morgana x Marc y Altars.{Moon Knight} Enjoy this multi fandom chapter I wanted to see how this went!)

Simon x Ximena Riley:

The crisp air hit Simons face as he returned home. Seeing his little house covered in yellow and orange flowers

Marigolds

His brown eyes looking to the driveway. Loose petals leading to the doorstep. A tradition he has grown used to around this last week of October.

His wife coming from a small town in Mexico. Still celebrating day of the dead. Seeing it the first time was confusing. He got used to it as the years have came.

He grabbed his bag, and a few bouquets of flowers he got on the way home. Holding the large bag in his arm as he walked inside.

Seeing garlands of flowers coating their living room. Hallways to the bedrooms the same.

But the living and kitchen-

He smiled a bit. Locking the door behind him as he took his boots off. Setting his bag down.

Looking around as the house was empty. But the pathway of flowers lead outside to the garden.

He set the flowers down. Remembering to tell his wife when he finds her.

The house had candles around. Not yet lit.

Bread was on plates. Multiple meals cooked, many he likes or haven't tried yet. His eyes landed on the photos.

His eyes shaking for a second as there was many of his own on there. His whole family

Besides his sperm donor. Thank god-

"You're back early."

His head turned to met her. His eyes soften as he smiled to her. Ximena was in a simple white dress. Her flat ballade sandals on. She had twin braids down to her knees.

A kinder smile to her lips as she grabbed a tray. Setting the food on it.

"I was hoping to have this done. Surprise you even. Kiddos are outside setting up and having fun. Luna's with them too." She was softly speaking. Grabbing some of the pictures.

Even the one of her father that passed recently.

Her eyes stilled as she set it on the tray. A small tear slipped as her smile softly faded.

Simon walked over as he gave her head a gentle kiss. Pulling her in by the side

" 'M home. That's all that matters luv. And what surprise?" He asked her as he peer down at her.

"I was adding your family for this years altar."

His eyes met hers. Seeing the kindness she had for him. He never took her up on the offer. Scared if he'll disrespect his family. Or if waking them from their deserved rest was selfish for a few nights

He learned a bit of the holiday with his wife. And her loving family. He felt at ease as she wanted to do this small act for people she met a few times. Because she understood how much they meant to him

" Such a lovely idea my luv. Need any help?"

"Can you bring out the candles? I'm almost done."

He nods his head as he grabbed he ones from the kitchen she had set.

Walking out after her. Seeing their garden to life even as the sun was setting.

The stringed lights flickered on. Lanterns set in the pond, the garden had fireflies floating around. The many plants they had for fall flourishing in the still warm night.

Anna was playing with the twins keeping the toddlers distracted.

Johnny was helping his mum. Setting the photos on as they chatted a bit.

Simon smiled as he walked behind hearing his wife chatter on as she taught her kids about the tradition

"Once a year our ancestors visit us. For a few nights they come and enjoy the company. They're our family, so we cook food for them they loved while alive. We put their favorite things like bread or trinkets, or anything really"

She spoke on and on as they finished the most. Taking the candles from her husband as she set one each with a photo.

Most of them filled with her family. Aunts he met a few times. To her godparents, to her tia's and tios. Even her grandparents.

On the top of the tiered alter, her father sat. And then his mother. Underneath was his brother and his family. And her brother with his daughter.

A few years dripped, her hand shook as she finished lighting the last ones.

Stepping back she stood there admiring the table theys set.

Johnny grabbed his mum's hand. As she softly cried at the sight.

Simon came besides her as he squeezed her shoulders. Giving her a kiss on the head as he smiled.

"They would love this... Thank you for taking the time." He whispered as he gave her arms a rub. Letting her cry a bit.

He knew why she was crying more. It's only been a month since her own father untimely passing.

The girls came over as they admired the alter. Giving their mum a hug as they smiled.

"It's ok mum. They're visiting us tonight." Johnny said as he beamed with his sweet smile.

Making Ximena chuckled as she gave a kind smile back.

"Yeah.. they're always with us mijo~"

Morgana x Marc and the boys

Steven came home first before his wife and kids. The young man fidgeting with his backpack as he hanged it up.

He was tired from their trip back from New York. They had a few months out there dealing with Khonshu's deeds.

"Blood hell. Those stupid wankers in New York." He mumbled a bit as he noticed how the usual cleaned Victorian house looked.

Clothes and robes everywhere. His eyes flicker to his wife's library of books being litter on the floor.

He noticed even her crystal ball. Usually covered and tucked away was smashed on the floor.

The mirrors she had hung up were smahed and broken.

"Lads- You gotta see this." His voice was a bit shaky as he let Marc front. His eyes flickered as he stood straight. His hands flexing as he took it in.

Marc's eyebrows furried in confusion as he looked around the rest of the house.

"Girls! You're not home right?!" He called out trying to make sure none of his family was home.

Thankfully it was quiet.

Besides the bird coming in as he noticed his avatar being deranged

"What are you doing?" Khonshu's voice boomed as Marc sighed

"Can't you see I'm dealing with something? And you!" He pointed his finger at the god

"Can't be inside this house! Or aren't supposed to be!"

"Whoever or whatever did this. Broke her protection circle and her work. So I'm here now." He sassed the human as he stood in a corner. The bird looking around at the damage

"Someone knows what they were doing."

"Well that someone is gonna be murder if she comes home to this."

Khonshu laughs as he sneer at his avatar

"You fear that woman?"

"Fear? God no. But I do know not to piss her off. Have you seen what she can do? She took me out one night because a civilian was hitting on me."

He stared at the god as he stared back

"She banished me from your house"

"She really hates you. You should know that after what five years?" He gave him attitude back as Marc started to clean. He flinched when he felt a small burn.

"Ow!"

Khonshu walked over as he used his staff. Nudging the broken mirrors.

"Someone was here. Smarter than you even. Cursed all her objects. Only she can fix this. Or her gods."

Marc held his hand as he groaned. Knowing his wife was gonna be a storm to handle.

As the time did arrive. Marc cleaned what he could. But all her magical objects were out of his field

Morgana came home alone. Wearing a long frilly dress. She had meetings all day with the other clans -

"Marc Specter!"

Here it goes.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was gentle as she rushed into the kitchen. Seeing her husband as she noticed all her items broken

"I'm fine. How was the meeting?"

"It was a trap."

He moved and shook his head at her declaration.

"What?"

"Clearly it was. Because I know you value your life more than break my items."

Marc gentle nods his head as he sipped his espresso. A wince in his face as he hated the taste alone.

His eyes flicker as Steven came forward. Finishing the cup as he set another to brew

He smiled as he walked to his wife, grasping her hand as he spoke

"I'm terribly sorry my love. Those wankers deserve whatever you serve them back."

She smiled gently as she looked up to him. Her waves swirling as she stood on her tippy toes. Her little fangs brushed against his lips as she gave him a kiss.

"And that's why I love you boys. Always good at keeping me calm."

"I say other reasons too"

Her eyes widen as she wiped her head to the dreadful bird

"You're not supposed to be in my house!"

Khonshu sighs as he ran a boney hand down his beak

"Your protections got destroyed!"

"I know! No get out you good for nothing bird!" Morgana sassed him as she tapped her foot. Her house swirled and spun as the bird was thrown out

The broken items swirled as they picked up. Restored even as they set her things to their rightful spots. She was calm again. Her curls landing flat against her back. She brushed a few strands out of her face.

Everything was fixed. Her protections, her items, and her house. But she would have to find out who did this.

"I'll be in the attic. The girls are coming home with Adrian later. He took them out for dinner."

She seemed peeved, as she ascended the stairs. Her steps seem more eerie as she was out of sight.

All three knew something was wrong.

Jake pulled to the front as he told the others to shush

"I got her~"

Marc rolled his eyes at him as he sighs

"Oh you got her? What about us?"

"You two haven't seen... Everything she can do."

As Jake walked up the stairs. The attic seemed cold, he got a glimpse in as his wife was lighting her candles. She was in a black fluffy robe. Her hair in braids as she wrote on the floor in chalk.

Marc and Steven peer with Jake as they saw how cold she seemed.

"It's her worship room... Usually I don't bug her. Unless she needs help with something."

"What kind of something?" Steven asked as he noticed Jake scratched his cheek

"Sex rituals."

"And she's only asked you?" Marc asked as he seemed upset.

Jake smiled as he shook his head.

"Hey you two would freak out from the things we've seen."

The trio got silent as they noticed the room shaking. Morgana was moving with the air swirling around her. Her eyes shut as she was thinking.

Her hands ran through the chalk ward she made as she chanted

"Gods above. Gods below. Come and aid this witch. Come from sea and off the mountain peaks. I becon those I seek to aid me in my defeat"

Her eyes flickered open as she smiled. Seeing her two favorites floating besides her.

And Jake just watched. Seeing the gods in view.

Poor Marc and Steven were slightly confused why they could see them.

"Why can we see them???" Steven asked as he watched his wife talk.

Persephone and Hetec

The pair eyeing the woman. But small smiles to their lips as they took her offerings and her speech.

"Those clans should know better than to cause distrust with the Aradia clan. They left their own clues to know who it is child. Seek those clues. Find it and they'll reveal whom you seek." Hetec was calm as she gave her piece.

"If they seek to start a war. Knowing those other groups. All acting like children during these trying times for our kinds. But if they seek a war. They will receive one" the goddess vanished.

Leaving Avatar with her goddess

Persephone beamed as she floated over.

"I'll need a better offering child. You know the kind. And I think your husband's do too. But hear my words. If they believe a war is important during these times. They're mistaken. As fall creeps in, they might think this is the best time to strike. Keep a keen eye on your enemies my child. Anything can happen~" the goddess gave her a cryptic speech. Leaving her be as she floating away.

Morgana sighed as she didn't get what she expected. Her eyes flickered to the doorway as she noticed Jake

"Come here my love. We got some offerings to make~"

[emichevy]

THE GIRLS AGAIN

Sorry again for the inactivity I have finals week and then I am OFF. FOR A MONTH. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

until then- enjoy my girls uwu

[monowritestoomuch]

For True Nature Will Be Revealed

Day Four:

Fandom: Moon Knight

Theme: Saving a civilian child and returning him to his guardian. The child reminds Marc of Roro and he reflects on his life.

Notes: You guessed it again, title song lyric! It’s from a well known musical, (hint hint its newest saga came out recently). Happy day four!!! I’ve never written Moon Knight before, so here you go! Hope I did this justice! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1598

TW: Attempted Assault, Self Deprecation

It was raining hard that night, the droplets hitting Marc’s armour, it staying immutable as it always had. 

It was a patrol around the city, as he normally did when he would visit New York for a job in the like. He had stopped a few simple muggings and tied up some criminals. Much to Steven’s merriment, he hadn’t killed anyone yet that night. 

It was well into the earliest hours of the morning when Marc was going to call it a night and go back to the dingy motel he was staying at to pass out. Exhaustion plagued his body, reaching its tendrils through his bones. He turned to jump when it happened. 

The blood-curdling scream of a child rang out. 

Marc’s blood ran cold. 

He turned around in an instant, rushing the rooftops in the direction of the scream of the child. He couldn’t let another child get hurt. It reminded him too much of–

He shook his head, avoiding the inevitable memories that were to plague his dreams later into the day, instead opting to speed up his pace in the direction of the long-spoken scream of a child. A child who was likely scared, or could be hurting. Or could–

Marc didn’t want to imagine what would or could happen if he didn’t speed up his pace in the direction of the scream.

The child was cowering in the corner of an alley, shrouded by the dark shadow of a larger figure. The kid was screeching at the larger figure to let him go, to let go of his arms. The figure had their large hands on the child’s arms holding them over a trash can filled with water. The larger figure, a man by what he’d said next.

“Shh kid, unless you really want others to hear what’s going to happen.”

Marc saw red in that very moment, fear turning into a wrathful rage. 

He jumped down to the alley with a thud, ivory cape billowing behind him. He took out one of his crescent blades from his chest, ignoring Steven’s protests as he threw the blade right into the man’s back. 

As it made contact, the man froze, screaming out in agony not even a few seconds later before Marc threw his other crescent blade through his back and into his chest. He dropped the child into the water-filled trash can headfirst, the child screeching for help. 

The man fell to the ground as Marc summoned back the blades, causing the man to scream in increased agony as Marc approached his shaking body. He raised a blade, about to end the man’s life, to watch as the light left his eyes and enjoy it, before Steven shouted at him in the mindscape to stop. To help the child first. 

Those words stopped Marc’s rage momentarily, dropping the crescent-shaped blade as he rushed over to the trash can, raising the child out of it and patting him on the back as the child spat out rainwater, wheezing.

The child’s head fell into the crook of his neck, shivering and wet, hair plastered to their face as they took grateful gasps of air. 

Marc’s right hand shook as he placed it over the kid’s back, walking over to the ground and picking up his blade, pointing it at the man with his left hand. 

“I should kill you,” Marc spat, disgust and anger filled his voice. “You deserve it, for all that you’ve done,” he paused, eyes fleeting to that child that still wheezed against his armor, shivering and pale. “The kid doesn’t need to see that, no,” he paused again, sheathing the blade back to his chest, careful to maneuver around the kid’s body. “If you ever try another stunt like this again, I will kill you, and it will hurt. A death, painful and slow. What people like you deserve, what you deserve,” he continued, inhaling a shaking breath full of fury. “But death would be a mercy on you.”

With that, Marc walked out of the alley, the child clinging to his torso like a monkey, shivering and whimpering. 

Marc clutched the kid tightly to him, making his way through the mostly-empty streets of the city, attempting to get to a more public area. The rain clouds had begun to clear, the rain slowly fading out. Once he had found a park, he placed the child, still shivering, down on a bench, sitting beside him in an awkward manner. 

Marc paused for a few seconds before speaking. “What’s your name, kid?” he asked, with blatant concern in his tone.

“R-Reese,” the child answered, his voice small and meek. He paused briefly before speaking again. “Thank you for saving me, mister.” 

His dark hair stuck to his pale face as he wiped his eyes with a hand. His warm-toned skin was covered in goosebumps, his shoulders raised. 

The kid shouldn’t have to thank him for saving him from a likely terrible fate. The kid should’ve been safe with his parents, at home, sleeping in his bed peacefully. He shouldn't've had to worry about people like that. 

“Reese!” A voice called out. “Reese!” 

“Mama?” Reese responded, his voice surprised yet small. “Mama!” 

A woman with dark hair came and kneeled at Reese. She moved the hair from over his brown eyes to the side of his face. Her eyes seemed to scan him for anything irregular, any injuries or irregularities. 

“Oh thank goodness you’re safe!” she cried, picking up her son and holding him in a gentle hug in her arms.

“This hero saved me, Mama!” Reese cried, pointing to Marc, still in his ceremonial armor next to him. “He kept me safe!”

The woman turned to Marc, picking up her son and standing up, Reese’s head over her shoulder. A sense of gratefulness filled her deep brown eyes, strands of her long, soaked hair hanging over her face. 

“Thank you,” she stated, her voice shaking as she did. She clutched her son to her body tighter. “I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been with him–and-”

“It was no trouble, miss,” Marc responded, patting off his armour and standing up, facing her. “Just doing my job ma’am, I’m no hero.”

“You are to him,” she replied, her voice gentle. “Thank you, truly.”

“I–” Marc didn’t know how to respond. Reese’s head turned in his direction, his rich brown eyes staring through the white eyes of Marc’s armor. “You’re welcome ma’am.”

The woman smiled at him, nodding her head once before turning away and walking towards the exit of the park and to the subway. Reese popped his head over his mother’s shoulder. Although shivering and cold, he smiled widely and waved his hand goodbye over his mother’s shoulder.

Marc stood there for a few more moments, just until Reese and his mother were out of sight,  before turning and leaving the park in the other direction. 

He walked down the empty streets and through an alley. He moved up the fire escape with practiced ease, jumping up to the rooftop and looking up at the sky. The moon was big and full that night, causing Marc to roll his eyes. The stars were so terribly hard to see, all the smoke of the city making it difficult. 

Marc walked towards the edge of the building and sat down over the ledge, looking over the park, lost in thought. But one thought came clear. 

Reese looked so much like Roro.

Marc paused, freezing in place. He hadn’t thought about him in a long, long time. 

He looked so similar to Roro, with the same little dimples when he smiled as when Roro did. He had similar dark hair with the same little sweep that Roro’s hair would have always been in. 

And his death was all Marc’s fault. 

That thought was as if Marc had a bucket of ice water thrown over him. A weight landed on his shoulders, heavy and cold. The weight of the rain was substantial, soaking his armor. 

It had been long since he’d thought of his brother, of that day. Of the cave, and of the water. The drowning–oh the drowning. 

When the water filled his mouth, his nose. When he fell under the water, screaming for help, for his parents, for air, for Roro–

Roro. Gods–Roro. He watched as Roro screamed and cried, tears running down his face as the cave filled up with water. Roro’s screams for Marc, for his brother. For his brother to come save him. For his mother, crying out for his mother, crying out for Marc to help him, to save him as the water flooded the cave and his head went under. He screamed until the water filled his lungs, the cave still filling, his breathing stopping. 

Marc stood up, watching as the sun rose over the horizon of buildings. His mind clouded with thoughts–too many thoughts. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as they felt like burning. 

The sun continued rising, but Marc couldn’t appreciate it, no. 

As the city was brought from night to day, from death to rebirth, Marc stood briefly. As cars and cabs drove down the cracked roads, Marc stood briefly, unmoving and unshaken. 

He took a shaky breath before jumping back down into the alley and regressing the suit. As he walked out of the alley, he took one final look up to the ledge of the building, and to the park, now bustling with life, before he walked, head down and hands in pockets, back to his shabby motel room. 

Endnotes: (FYI: the guy in the alley died of massive blood loss and the stabs through his chest :DDDD)

Taglist (if you’d like to be added just ask): @chaithetics @ryder-writes

[lights-on-the-ridge]

Turns out nearly biting your lawyers arm off and almost drowning him in the same night isnt a deal breaker.

Heres a WIP of one of my oc comic covers :]

[mikazureart]

Typhonic beast/The Seth-animal/Sha

tattoo on me by me :3

[theaanswers]

((I absolutely love that Khonshu hanging out/trolling/being a cryptid in the Spider Society has become a thing now.))

[slimelover165]

Meet Crimson Fury, AKA Kira Kane, my moon knight/ Avatar sona. She is the avatar of the goddess Sekhmet. She’s been in the works awhile so I hope you enjoy her. You can read more about her below It’s just a ref sheet so no fancy shading or textures. However, I made the eyes glow because I needed that effect to be known. The almighty Sekhmet herself will also be posted shortly, so watch for that. Oh, and I really wanted to choose an original god for this because, hell, there are so many of them in Egyptian mythology. But I got about halfway through and realized Sekhmet had been done before, and probably been done better. So sorry I didn’t mean to step on your toes Aster Ang on Art Station and @mikeyydraws on Instagram. ( there may be more but those are the only two I’m aware of). I’m a big fan btw. Anyway, this description is getting too long. Peace out and  

🤍🌙Praise Khonshu and safe travels🌙🤍

 

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Synopsis:

    Kira was mostly alone in the world after the passing of her adoptive parents at a young age. That is except for her brother, Sam. However, everything was looking up, she had a nice new job, was doing well as a fresh college student, and to top it all off Sam was looking to move to her town for work. That was until one day changed everything. Sam came to town to check it out before settling on taking the raise and the move that came along with it when tragedy struck. A superhero fight broke out above town between a lion-themed superhero and one of his known superhero counterparts. The bridge on which Kira and Sam resided was destroyed. The lion-themed superhero, which Sam had idolized, could only save Kira. Kira had always disliked superheroes but from that day on she despised them and swore revenge on them all. 

   Months later Kira’s life has taken a turn for the worse. She lost her job and was about to flunk out of school. When she is recommended to a local grief support group. She attends but quickly decides the group isn’t for her. Little does she know that the group is but a disguise for a cult, which worships a false lion god. They believe that if given the right sacrifice they will be granted powers similar to the lion-themed superhero. They have decided that Kira is that sacrifice. So they kidnap her and attempt to ritualistically sacrifice her. In that moment her rage builds to a mystical and unnatural level, although she dies her rage is reborn with the help of the goddess Sekhmet. She massacres the cult and in a blind rage sets out to destroy anyone she holds rage against, whether it be her manager or the powerhouse that she believes is responsible for her brother's death. 

     After exacting her revenge she returns to her normal life. She swears to continue to execute Sekhmet's will in exchange for her life. In turn, Sekhmet's will is to punish those who go against her father Ra. Eventually leading Kira to face off against Khonshu’s ward.

Powers and Abilities:

Extensive combative abilities 

Enhanced speed, strength, and agility

Self-healing suit 

Hyper jump abilities for leaping between buildings and fast travel 

power of healing, especially that of sickness 

Immunity to intoxication and poison

[passwordispassword]

realizing my ass did NOT post this yet!!

[angel-of-the-moons]

Merit Animation WIP

This is probably how I will draw Merit from now on, it was honestly so much fun. Might try drawing Khonshu like this next!

I had to put music over it because the silence irked me

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER NINETEEN - CHOICES AND COMMITMENTS.

As you and Marc Spector both stepped through the shimmering gateway, the London streets and the cacophony of the city faded into a distant memory. The swirling vortex of energy enveloped you both, rendering you weightless for a brief moment as the portal carried you back to your home.

The splendor of your chateau residence in the outskirts of Surrey immediately greeted your vision. The pair of you stood by its threshold as the warm embrace of history and enchantment it possesses unfolded before your very eyes. The ancient stone structure exuded an aura of timeless elegance, and its turrets reached for the sky as if trying to touch the stars. The grand edifice, cloaked in ivy and memories, had seen generations of your late husband’s predecessors, and it was an honor for you to call it home.

Marc, Steven, and Jake collectively marveled in awe at the beauty of your abode, its grandeur never failing to take their collective breaths away. 

“Wow, this is mental”, Steven, with his keen sense of appreciation for history and aesthetics, spoke first in their shared headspace. "This place is huge, just like stepping into Shakespeare."

“Why am I not surprised that she’s filthy rich?” Jake chimed in, his tone deeply impressed which prompted a small chuckle from Marc.

“I’m assuming Steven and Jake are having a party in your head right now, yeah?” you laughed softly, your hands reaching into Marc’s left arm for you to hold on to as he inclined his head towards you with a knowing smile.

“They’re just amazed at seeing where you live for the first time”, Marc spoke, an unspoken question lingering in his mind. “Can you still hear the two of them like I do?”

“Nope, I’m just guessing it must be something they said from the way you laughed earlier”, you shook your head at his line of thought. “Although I have the means, I will not read your mind nor hear your thoughts unless I have your consent”

Marc nodded gratefully at your words, his trust and confidence magnified by the fact that you chose to respect his privacy and his desire to reveal parts of himself to you at the timeline of his choosing.

The morning sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue, making the lush outdoor garden appear even more enchanting and vibrant with the colors of a thousand blossoms as the sound of birds and the delicate rustle of leaves fill the air. The greenery was being meticulously tended to by your dedicated household staff, dressed in elegant uniforms reflective of your social stature. As you strolled towards the main entrance, they acknowledged your presence with respectful nods and polite curtsies.

At the threshold of your magnificent home, you were immediately greeted by your butler, Bill, who had been anxiously awaiting your return. He was a tall, distinguished man, his silver hair impeccably groomed and his demeanor exuding authority and a deep sense of loyalty. The deep lines etched into his face gave him an air of wisdom and elegance, and spoke of the years he had dedicated to serving you and your late husband’s predecessors.

"Welcome back, Lady Carter," Bill extended a respectful bow with a warm smile, his voice tinged with genuine worry as he looked between you and your familiar companion. “Mr. Spector”

“Good morning, Bill”, you greeted, while Marc Spector merely nodded to acknowledge your butler’s presence. “Apologies for the late notice, but as you see, I have a guest with me”

“It’s alright, Milady”, Bill responded, his voice warm and familiar as his eyes, sharp as ever, meet yours with concern. “But I must say, I was quite worried when you didn't return home last night. Is everything alright?"

“I’m unharmed, Bill, do not worry”, you nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "I should have sent word, but I did have a rather eventful night."

“Eventful night, you say, Miss?” Bill raised an eyebrow, his concern deepening. 

“It’s a long story and I’m afraid I do not have the luxury of time to tell you right now”, you sighed, realizing that a simple explanation wouldn't suffice as Bill deserved to know the truth. "But suffice it to say that there has been an attempt on my life."

“An attempt on your life?” Bill's expression darkened with worry. "Whoever attacked you knew you well, doing it during the new moon. Should I start looking into it, Miss?"

“Don’t bother for now”, you placed a hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring squeeze. "But I need you to do something else. Give Aleah a call and tell her that I need her here in the next few hours. We have much to discuss"

“Of course, Lady Carter”, Bill nodded, his concern for your well-being taking precedence. "I will do so and make the arrangements right away"

Turning your attention to Marc Spector, who stood beside you, you said, "Let’s go. My sanctum is up on the third floor."

Marc nodded, his expression a mix of curiosity and determination. "Lead the way, Mira."

You led Marc up the grand staircase that wound its way to the upper floors. As you ascended gracefully to the third floor, the air grew heavy with the weight of history and mystique. Steven and Jake marveled from Marc’s headspace at the array of oil paintings adorning the walls. Each piece seemed to hold a story evoked by masterful strokes of paint color.

“Bloody hell, there’s a lot of amazing paintings in here”, Steven sighed in amazement within Marc’s mind. “Monet, Van Gogh…”

“Yeah, imagine how much we could sell these–”

“Seriously, Jake?” Marc muttered as he followed after your climbing footsteps. “Why am I not surprised you’re thinking again of filling your pockets?”

“I mean, he’s right”, you chimed in, hearing Marc’s whispered words. “People would actually kill to buy the real Monet, there’s a huge demand just in the black markets of Madripoor alone. Also, we’re here”

You led Marc inside your personal sanctum, which was a solitary attic room occupying the entirety of the third floor. You noticed the way his eyes roved, taking in the opulence and rich history as you housed a massive collection of artifacts and relics, a living culmination of your long life as a priestess. The room itself seemed to expand in every direction, with shelves of scrolls, tablets, and magical tomes lining the walls. Talismans, amulets, and a vast collection of weapons, both ancient and otherworldly, adorned the nearby wooden table together with herbs, roots, crystals, and other magical ingredients.

You could only imagine Steven and Jake’s reactions at seeing the countless memorabilia, and the potential untold stories of the treasure trove before them from various points of your history. The trio exchanged another glance from the nearby reflective surface of a large ornate mirror, all of them struck by the gravity of the place.

“Oh my days, this room is a living history book”, Steven's voice resonated within their shared headspace, his words tinged with awe. "I wanna pinch myself, this doesn’t feel real."

“This is certainly not what I pictured in my head for a sanctum, hermano”, Jake remarked, his arms folded as he watched you move gracefully around the room.

“What exactly did you picture, Jake?” Steven’s eyebrows raised, looking inquisitively at Jake.

“Skulls, brooms, pentagrams…”

Marc slowly shook his head at Jake’s words, his eyes focused on watching you as your clothing changed before his very eyes, the familiar threads of your ancient ceremonial robes as a babaylan (priestess) enveloping your body. It only added to your ethereal presence as you moved with an air of confidence and purpose. 

Your long, highlighted hair of ebony black and white cascaded down your back, as you walked towards the intricately carved stone pedestal at the very center of the room. Resting upon it is an ancient grimoire bound in leather, its pages filled with your meticulous notes and incantations. 

You knew that this book held the answers you sought as you slowly approached, your fingers lightly brushing the pages. You started searching for a spell in particular, one that is powerful enough that could counter and lift your patron goddess’s mintala (ancient curse) and restore your lost memories.

“Bloody hell”, you heard Steven’s voice at your side, mildly surprised that he fronted as you noticed the deep fascination in his eyes. “I never thought I’d see an actual, real grimoire. This is amazing, Mira”

“I’ll take it as a compliment”, you smiled serenely at Steven’s commentary. “I see you’re taking the reins this time, Steven”

“Sorry for the sudden shift”, Steven muttered sheepishly, his eyes apologetic as you saw him looking at the large ornate mirror situated behind you. “Sorry, mate, it’s not everyday I get to see this– oh bollocks! Something just moved past my foot!”

You immediately turned to Steven’s direction, looking beneath at an instant to see what was going on. Your mild alarm immediately turned into pure relief as you saw a familiar creature crawling in the vicinity of your wooden floor. You knelt on the floor, your hand outstretched and your palm open as a silver and gold scaled serpent slowly slithered towards your waiting arm. 

“I believe that’s Marikit wanting to say hi”, you said softly as introductions are in order despite Steven’s obvious apprehension. He hesitantly met the small, black eyes of your kambal-ahas (snake twin), seemingly scrutinizing his presence with its gaze. “Nais mo ba siyang makilala, Marikit?”

Would you like me to introduce him, Marikit?

“Isa siyang pambihirang nilalang, aking umbo”, the snake twin’s feminine voice echoed in Steven’s mind, also clearly heard by his headmates, Marc and Jake. “Tatlong katauhan ang nananahan sa kanyang katawang lupa”

He’s a very unique individual, my sister. Three different people are living inside his body.

“What did she say, Mira?” Steven’s eyes widened from hearing another unfamiliar feminine voice inside his head.

“Marikit just found out about your unique circumstance with Marc and Jake”, you responded, placing your hand on the stone pedestal as your snake twin started slithering away to her original resting place.

“Ikinagagalak kong makilala kayo, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley”, Marikit greeted politely in their shared headspace. “Ako si Marikit, ang kambal-ahas ng aking umbong si Mira”

I am very pleased to meet you, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley. I’m Marikit, the snake twin of my older sister, Mira.

“Nice to meet you too, I guess, Marikit?” Steven wondered aloud, prompting an excited gleam to dance in your eyes. His mental brothers, on the other hand, silently acknowledged your unique twin with identical nods.

As you continued flipping through the pages of your grimoire, Marc and Jake’s eyes were fixed on you from the mirror reflection. You could feel their gaze on you, a mixture of curiosity and concern. 

“Steven, can you ask Marc and Jake if they wish to talk to me?” you spoke aloud. “I can enchant that mirror behind me so that they can speak freely to me without fronting”

After a brief look Steven threw at the said mirror, he turned to you again with a small smile and nodded in agreement with your suggestion. You simply waved your hand at the ornate mirror behind you, your magical enchantment now working as Marc and Jake’s respective reflections materialized together.

“Anything we can do to help you, muñeca?” Jake asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he watched you resuming your earlier magical activities.

“Your presence, along with Marc’s and Steven’s, are more than enough for me”, you replied, your facade painted with an expression of pure gratitude. “I cannot even begin to thank you all for what you did.”

“You don’t need to thank us, Mira”, Marc reassured. “We’re all here to protect you the best way we knew how”

“I just wish it had been under better circumstances”, you took a deep breath, arriving at a special page of your grimoire where you found the intricate spells you needed. “Are you really sure about becoming Khonshu’s avatars again? I can just wait until the next full moon–”

“Look at me, love”, it was Steven who spoke this time, stepping closer towards you as he held your face reassuringly against his palm, his gaze filled with a sense of unwavering commitment. “If presented with the same choice, I’ll gladly do it all over again, as I’m sure Marc and Jake would.”

“But, Steven…”

“But nothing, love”, Steven didn’t give you a chance to protest as he pressed his lips against your forehead, his soft kiss calming your chaotic mind and heart. “We’re all here for you, no matter what happens. Whatever you discover about your past, the four of us - Marc, Jake and I, we’ll face it together.

You nodded slowly as his forehead connected with your own, allowing you to reminisce the day it first happened with incandescent happiness. After taking a deep, collective breath, you broke apart as your resolve was renewed, thanks to their encouragement.

“Shall we begin, then?” you whispered softly, taking Steven’s hands into your own as you prepared to rediscover your shared past with him, Marc and Jake.

“We shall”

END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN.

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[writeraid]

hElPpppp I fear i've gotten myself a littlllee obsessed with this dorky decently-okay at the job artifact theif of mine.

Transcript for the text: (my handwriting is actually terrible and I know that) Top: "I showed this to my Boss and he ran out, terrified" "I dunno, I think it's kinda cute" Bottom: "This thing is (probably) gonna bring on The Apocalypse, isn't it?"

Bonus: (Under the cut because there's a little bit of blood. Like. I'm relatively confident anyone who actually watched Moon Knight won't have any issue with but just to be safe.)

(she's a little scrapper I love her so much oh my gods)

[witch-oftheflowers]

Morgana rememberer it so well.

The night she met Moon Knight

At the time she didn't know there was more than one man inside the one standing before her.

Her long curls swayed and waved around. Her brown eyes flickered as the white cape surrounded her. Looking up to the black mask under the white hood

"You alright there?" He asked her as he noticed the strong stare. Her eyes popping out slightly as she was beaten up.

Her lip busted, blood dripping down her nose a bit. Softly she sighs as she shook her hand.

The mugger was thrown against the wall across. The man was unconscious as he laid limp against the floor.

Morgana felt a sense of relief as she nods her head a bit.

"I'm... Alright..." She spoke as she stood up. Her hair swaying around as she dust off her comfy clothes. A oversized sweater, slim high waisted jeans that bloom out at the boots.

Her eyes hover over to the knight as she blushes. He held onto her elbow giving her support. His white lens shined as they crinkled as in a smile.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing out alone?" He said, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"I was just going home... Um thank you.." she said in a small voice. Looking around the alley as she fidget with her long sleeves.

"Um.. thank you really... I appreciate it a lot.. didn't think someone would of heard me screaming..." She softly bowed her head as she gave him thanks.

His lens widen as he waved a hand

"That's what I'm here to do Ms-"

"Morgana..." She said as she lifted her head to met his eyes.

"Ms... Morgana. A Hermosa nombre..."

She softly giggled at his comment.

"Spanish... Nice switch. Thank you... Um.." she said as she glanced back to the bustling streets of New York. She was just here for visit, her 'uncle' and his twins. Mari and Hazel Strange.

"I must get going... I have a plane to catch..."

Gathering her belongings, she tried to quickly leave.

"Um.. Ms if you like I can give you a lift?" Moon Knight suggested as their eyes met. Pondering his words as she laughed a bit. Honestly amused by his words

"What do you mean?"

"Let me show you?"

Morgana regret it.

Her hair flushed and swayed as she clung to the muscular man. Her face buried into his neck as he held her tight. Scooped into his arms as he leaped from rooftop to rooftop. His cape swishing and waving behind him. Until he got momentum and flew as close he could to the airport

She was a bit shaky as he lowered them into an alley. His eyes crinkled in joy as he was amused by her.

Slowly he landed her to her feet. Helping her stable as she met his eyes. Feeling her eyes shake as she sighs.

"Please.. remind me to not do...that again." She joked as she knew there was a good chance of not again. Right?

Moon Knight smiled as he gave her hand a peck. His lens shut as he let her go.

"More likely again."

"I doubt that Mr Moon Knight." She teased him as she wobbled out the alleyway. Her eyes met his again as she waved him good bye.

Who knew that again did come by so soon?

[emichevy]

More of her :3

I picked a name for her too tee hee- Her name is Leila. It means “night” or “dark” and can also signify “daughter of the night”

Yes she and Tala have a thing and don’t worry they have literally like a 4 month age difference lmfao

Wanted to practice more facial features with her and while drawing her it came to my attention that I had no middle eastern characters oopsies So Leila was born in Lebanon, and like the original Moonknight-Marc Spector, she’s Jewish. And she’s got a shitty attitude problem like the original too.

Hope you love her as much as I do 🦅🦅💥💥