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Can I please get some hcs of Finn, Fern, Bonnibel and Marceline (separately) with a gender!neutral human reader who gets found in some kind of stasis pod in an overgrown underground bunker from the mushroom wars, and when they wake the reader up it turns out the reader was put in stasis near the end of the mushroom wars and now has to adjust to a radically different world? And after a few months of helping them get used to things the reader asks if they want to go on a date sometime?

Waking up from Stasis Hc

❥Characters: Finn, Marceline, Princess Bubblegum

❥Tag: Mentions of war and death, SFW, Gen!neutral reader, angst & comfort, human!reader, headcanons

❥A/n: Sorry for the wait! Gonna keep this limited to Finn, Marcy and PB due to my 3 characters per request rule. Hasn't been proofread, i wanted to get this one out as soon as possible ;w;

❥Taglist: @watchingfromthefloorboards @foxpearlwilder

Intro.

It was like sleeping any other night if it wasn't for the weird dreams. They were continuous, vivid and bizarre enough to the point you forgot about the real world where you can't fly nor talk to animals, eventually the memory of raid alarms and gunfire stoped bothering you as much as they used to as you enjoyed living one dream after another like a movie marathon.

But eventually all dreams, just like movies, come to an end.

When you wake up its like you're being splashed with a bucket of cold water, you're clutching your heart while gasping for air as bright lights burn the cornea of your eyes like pepper spray.

"Are they still alive?" one voice asks.

"Just barely, we'll need to transport them to the hospital."

Is what you manage to understand before you black out for moment, this time there were no dreams keeping you company. When you woke up you finally understood the situation you were in, with your memory slowly coming back to you in short bursts. The room you're in is plain white with weird machinery connected to you through thing tubes and suction cups, beside you is a young man with bright blue clothing. "Hey, you're up." he greets you after noticing you open your eyes.

"Looks like it, yeah... does this mean the war is finally over?" you ask which gained a confused expression from the young man.

"...War?"

Bubblegum

❥Princess Bubblegum is in charge of your well being the next few days, she'd walk in and run some tests and ask you simple questions but she'd only gain "Yes" or "No" responses from you.

❥She was the first to assigned you some professional help, talking with someone to let out all your confused and emotional turmoil.

❥"Your health has been improving." PB brings up during one of your medical check ups.

"So has my mood, it's not easy moving on but I know my family would want that for me." you motivate yourself, earning an awknowlodge nod from the princess.

❥Once you're out of bed you finally have a chance to properly marvel at the Candy Kingdom, from its candy residents to its sweet smelling architecture."You built all this? And everything is made of candy?"

"Sure is, you can take a bite of anything is you like."

"Even you?" you joke.

"Ha, ha very funny." PB huffs sarcastically.

❥Bubblegum is a busy woman but you still tail coat behind her like a baby duckling, either helping her as an assistant for her science projects or joining her for royal tea ceremonies.

❥After a year has passed and you felt comfortable in your new home did you feel confident enough to ask PB an important question. "You're gonna over work yourself again Peebs, how about I invite you to dinner at a restaurant?"

"Just bring it up to my lab, having company would be nice."

"Yes boss!"

Finn

❥Turns out the young man has been keeping watch over you for almost two days, refusing to leave your side until you woke up. Maybe it's because you're the only other human (besides Susan) in Ooo who he can relate to, or he's just that nice of a guy.

❥Once you woke up he was ecstatic to learn more about the world you lived in, what kind of monsters could you slay? What games or comics were available at the time? But Finn soon realized you weren't up to reminisce about old times. "My family... They didn't make it did they...?" you'd start weeping.

❥He gave you space to sort out your feelings due to Pb's request. Whenever Finn was relaxing at his own home he often found himself thinking about you, trying to get in your shoes and understand how he would feel if he suddenly woke up and Jake wasn't with him.

❥The next time he came to visit you he brought a get well basket with a bunch of snacks and his favorite comics, however some of them were half eaten because him and Jake got hungry on the way there, his heart was in the right place but his stomach wasn't. "Hey, I'm glad you made it here though. I appreciate it." you'd tell them.

❥"How's the recovery going?" he'd ask, curious to know since there's less equipment checking your vitals compared to the previous times. "It's going steady, Princess Bonnibel says I'll be out in no time."

Finn gets close to you, making sure there wasn't a wad of gum nearby. "Between you and me, she's a great medic but she's also very serious about it. She had me swallowing horse sized pills without a second thought pfft."

"Yeah, she be like that."

❥"Do you know what you'll do when you get out?"

"I have no clue, although PB suggested I'd get used to the outdoors."

"Then I have the perfect spot."

Then Finn would proceed to take you to visit weird kingdoms, some made of fruits and others made of breakfast, it's amazing experiencing such things with Finn by your side.

❥He'd always talks about the adventures he goes on like something out of a legend, it's tempting to go on one with him but he says. "I'll have to teach ya how to use a sword."

"Well sign me the fluff up."

Marceline.

❥Seeing Marceline for the first time is kind of scary when you first woke up. Mainly it was due to so many vampire monster movies.

❥She'd ominously float near you one day, when you were still down in the dumps after learning the truth. "I was there." she says all of a sudden, dry and blunt.

"What?"

"I said I was there, when everything went down. You managed to sleep it off in one of them bunkers, you didn't have to see your loved ones leave one by one. Consider yourself lucky."

The reason you were scared of her the first few days was because of the way she looked at you, with those dark red demon eyes.

❥Marceline would keep the whole "paralysis demon" kind of approach the next week. You'd wake up in the middle of the night to see a flash of her nocturnal eyes before she vanishes. You're unsure if she's haunting you or not, when asking PB about it she says "Marcy probably wants to talk to you but isn't willing to open up yet. Just give her some time." she'd shrug it casually. You would shrug it off too if it wasn't because it feels like you'll get a heart attack everytime you see Marceline's eyes.

❥It's like treating a cat. You wait for her to come to you. Eventually once you got out of the hospital and settled up in the candy kingdom, Marceline woke you up with the music from her guitar, she didn't give you that hard look and instead floated near you in a relaxed position.

❥Despite her personality and appearance she's surprisingly the most understanding of the three. As you soon came to find out she was a witness of the early days of the war, it was almost therapeutic talking to her about it.

"The smell of plane fumes was a pain in the buns, I remember I would spread lotion under my nose just to distract me from it." you'd bring up.

She would carry her bass with her and slowly playing a few beats. "I used to tied car refreshers to my forehead." she cackled.

❥The two of you bonded over music, she'd play a melody from back in the day and you'd tell her the details. "Ah I recognize that one, it was a good single."

"Really? I've had stuck in my head since I was a kid but I never knew the rest of the song!"

"Well, consider yourself lucky" you snarky repeat the same phrase she told you when you two met, receiving a pillow to the face.

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billthedrake · 1 year

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GOALS (PART THREE)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner ([email protected]).

[SCOTT]

I pulled off Austin’s crotch, tasting his salty cum on my tongue. This was a quickie, but we both felt excited to be sneaking a fast blowjob in after my evening session.

I had to get home for dinner and was already cutting it close with time. But I had to bring something up. "Can I ask you a personal question, Austin?" I ventured.

"Sure," he replied as he pulled his sweats back over his now satisfied genitals.

I nodded then continued, "Well... you're a very good looking young man. And you're into older men. I'm just wondering why you're single."

His eyes met mine in a challenge. “Long story short. I only top. When older guys are into younger men it's usually the other way around."

"I see," I said. I didn't know all that was entailed with gay lingo, but I had a pretty intuitive sense of what a top was. "I don't think I'm ready for that, Austin. Sorry."

He nodded, accepting my answer. But his voice got husky. “Just you sucking my dick gets me off, Mr. D. Big time.” He leaned back in my front car seat. “You’ve gotten some real skills.” I could tell he was trying to decide if I'd had any experience the last few weeks.

"I had to google 'how to suck dick'," I admitted.

He smiled. I could tell he wanted to stay and talk some more. “All right, Scott... I know you gotta head off. See you Friday?”

“Yep,” I said, reaching down to arrange my erection in my trousers. I hoped Kelly would be up for sex tonight.

[AUSTIN]

We changed our sessions to either the very first of the day or the very last. I couldn't decide what I preferred more. But when Scott came over to my place around 6:00AM, I always had a thick piece of morning wood for him. As well as a fresh pot of coffee.

He'd regularly wear a suit, especially now that fall was transitioning to winter and business casual days were fewer. He'd sit on my couch and I'd let him slowly worship my cock as I stroked his short silvery hair.

He'd gotten a lot more skilled and was now comfortable deep throating me, though he preferred slightly shallower, more rapid suck strokes where he could provide the right amount of suction.

The sensations were incredible but it was the psychological part that always got me going. "Fuck," I growled. "You're too good to me, man."

"Yeah?" Scott hissed, his voice heavy with spit as he pulled back and stroked my saliva-wet dong in his fist. "I like spoiling you, buddy."

Scott Delahunt had gotten a lot more comfortable with this part, too. Being verbal, saying things that would turn me on. Openly acknowledging his desire to service me. He let go of my prick and ran his hands up my hamstrings to cup my strong ass. Then he leveraged his head to take me back in.

God, this was insane. Deep throat bobs up and down my rod as he was still in suit and tie.

"I'm cumming, Mr. D!" I hissed. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."

He moaned around my cock excitedly. Wanting my sperm. I felt light headed as I gave it to him. "Jesus fucking Christ,"" I growled. My legs buckled a little bit and I finally had to pull out when Scott's sucking grew too intense. "Easy... fuck!"

Scott laughed. "I take it you liked that, buddy."

I ran my hand through his hair. "You have no idea," I hissed. I loved how this 51-year-old man ate up my praise. Even more than in the gym. It was like sex and working out were his two mid-life passions.

"You wanna stroke off?" I asked. Anytime Scott asked me to suck him, I would. Sometimes I'd take the initiative to go down on him, too. I enjoyed giving him the kind of blowjob his wife didn't. But increasingly I encouraged him to stroke after swallowing my cum, or while sucking me. Scott teased me at first for my control issues but eventually admitted he got off on getting me off.

"Yah," he answered now, and I let my dong hang half hard inches from his face. He was jerking fast now, working that spike with his fist as he focused on my cock, only occasionally looking up at my naked body or my face. "Can I taste it again?" He muttered.

I pressed the tip against his mouth and felt his lips draw me in. He knew better than to do a full fellatio, but he just held me against his tongue, my cock softening but still full. That was the trigger. His body tensed and he spurted into his hand. I gently patted the back of his head.

"Nice," I hissed, then pulled back.

I always set aside some towels for him to wipe down while I went to pour him a coffee. Depending how long he sucked me, we usually had 10 minutes to talk, and we enjoyed that post-sex time, too.

"It's your birthday next week, right?" Scott asked as he sauntered into my kitchen area.

"Yep," I replied. "Wednesday."

He gave me a smirk and said as he reached into his suit pocket. "I was gonna wait to give this to you."

He pulled out a small envelope. Too small for a birthday card, and I'd barely taken it in my hand when I realized what it was.

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked, amused and excited both.

"Box seats," he said with an excitement of his own as he read my reaction to the Titans tickets I was pulling out. "And I booked two nights at the Renaissance."

"Jesus, Scott," I said. "That's too much."

My words didn't offend him. "I like treating you, buddy. At least you show me some appreciation when I do."

Something about his honesty made me relent. "All right. As long as you let me do something big for your birthday." I knew then and there that I'd be saving up for something special for the man.

"Deal. Only you're gonna have to wait till February for that."

[SCOTT]

I picked up Austin just around four on Saturday. He was going out with his buddies the night before to celebrate his birthday, and my intention wasn't to monopolize his weekend. Besides, I had some household stuff to work on and get done. I worried Kelly would be upset that I was spending my weekend in the city. But as fate would have it, she'd gone to New York to visit our daughter who was taking the train from her college to meet my wife.

"So..." Austin asked as we checked into the room. It wasn't a suite, but it was a nice room and this time I'd gone for the king bed. "Are you going to tell me why I had to bring nice clothes?"

I told him the name of the restaurant I'd booked. "Tomorrow will be a burgers and nachos kind of day... I wanted to treat you somewhere nice tonight."

He kind of shook his head, maybe like he thought I was showing off for him. But he just unzipped his garment bag. "If it means I get to see you in a suit, it'll be worth it," he said.

"More of a sport coat," I clarified, pulling out my attire for the evening and hanging it up in the closet. I turned to face him. "What do you say going out for a pre-dinner drink?"

He stepped up to me and placed his hands on my chest. "You think maybe the birthday boy could get a blowjob first?" he asked.

"He could..." I answered. "But if you wanna wait, I have a surprise that will be worth your while."

"Yeah?" he asked excitedly. Already his hands were moving up and down my zip-sweater in a seductive gesture. "What is it?"

"What kind of surprise would that be?" I chuckled.

"Does it involve you in just a sport coat?" he teased.

I shook my head. "That really is a turn on for you, isn't it?" I asked.

He nodded. Not embarrassed, but with a playful horniness in his eyes. "One of many. But it's also about the man in the clothes."

With that, Austin leaned in and kissed me.

"I missed that." We actually said it at the same time, which made us laugh.

I ran my hands up his side. He had been wearing a Tennessee sweatshirt under his puffy winter coat. I could feel the hard brawn beneath it. Austin was jacked when I started training with him, but he was always working on his body and had gotten even more muscular over the last year and a half.

I gripped his lats and winked at him. "I'd love to see what this hot muscle body looks like all dressed up."

We each got dressed for dinner, barely able to take our eyes off one another. And we clearly, silently enjoyed showing off the boners in our underwear as we stripped down. I had never been self-conscious or concerned about my cock size. Austin's big dick made me worried at first how I measured up, and maybe there's the inevitable comparison when it's two guys. But Austin seemed genuinely into me, into my cock. "I don't want another me, Scott," he’d say. "You're fucking perfect."

So I enjoyed showing it off to him now, showing how hard my prick could get in my briefs before I slipped on the navy wool trousers over them.

And I enjoyed watching Austin pull his pressed dress shirt over that bare, ripped chest muscle.

"I'm afraid I don't have a lot of Sunday best clothes," he apologized, as he slipped his blue blazer on. "I've bulked up some since I last wore this," he laughed.

Indeed, while blazers usually had a looser fit, this was snug. Not obscenely, or like a schoolboy who'd outgrown his clothes. But on the verge of that. I stepped up and smoothed out the shoulders of the blazer. "Maybe this weekend we can go shopping for a new sportcoat for you," I said, stepping back.

Austin actually blushed. "Come on, Scott," he objected. "Already... this weekend is so much."

"It would be my pleasure," I asserted. "Every young man needs a nice suit and a nice coat in his closet. I know you're a sweats and workout gear kind of guy, but you never know when you'll need one."

He looked at me. "You like spoiling me, don't you?"

I nodded, feeling a little chastised. "Guess I do."

He gave me a wry grin. "It's cool. I probably should object more," he laughed.

I gave it some thought. "I guess I'm a people pleaser. Kind of my personality."

"In the bedroom too?" he teased.

Something about Austin made me feel comfortable about opening up. "Especially," I smiled. "Even with women... I love the foreplay, love getting a woman off."

He smirked. "You sure a pre dinner BJ isn't in order?"

"Sure I'm sure," I shot back. "Trust me on this, Austin. It'll be worth the wait."

He nodded, giving me that naughty smirk as he reached down to cup his crotch. "Counting on it, sir," he said.

I was worried dinner would be too romantic a vibe, but I think we both appreciated the quiet of the venue and the space between tables. We talked about sex some in hushed voices, but mostly it was more serious conversation topics.

"You hear from your parents for your birthday?" I asked.

Austin shrugged. "Yeah, my mom calls me bright and early every birthday and sends me a care package... I keep thinking I'll outgrow that, but it's a nice tradition."

"Your dad?" I asked.

"I got a text," he said sullenly.

"Sorry, buddy," I said.

He seemed resigned. "It is what it is. I guess I've not been the easiest son to get along with."

"Bullshit," I interjected, which made Austin smile.

He seemed to think something over then flashed one of his killer smiles as he ran his finger along his beer glass. "You probably didn't sign on to hear about all my issues with my Dad."

I nudged his ankle beneath the table with my shoe. "I love learning more about you, Austin," I said. "Every part of you."

He gulped. I knew he very much liked that idea. "This is pretty intense for an affair, Scott," he said.

I'd been thinking about this, too. A lot. "I think of you as more than an affair," I said quietly. "I just feel bad you have to take second fiddle to my marriage."

His blue-gray eyes seemed excited and emotional at once. "I don't feel second fiddle, Scott. For real. I'm just enjoying our connection." He lowered his voice. "I, um, I guess I have some specific turns ons, different from other guys, and you drive me crazy."

"The older thing?" I ventured.

"For starters," he said. "I'm really into successful men. I guess it's that power thing," he laughed. He flashed his eyes back up at mine. "That weird you out?"

"I don't know if I fully get it," I admitted. "But like I say, I love hearing what makes Austin Samuel White tick."

He smiled then added. "You know, I don't know your middle name."

"Preston," I replied.

"Anyone ever call you that?" he asked.

"No," I said. "And you better not either."

We enjoyed the relaxed pace of dinner. I asked Austin if he wanted to go out after, but he walked with his hands in his winter coat pocket and shook his head. "I've been real patient, Scott," he said.

"Ready for your surprise?" I teased. Loving how excited he was.

"Been ready for three hours now," he mock grumbled.

I took a look around to make sure no one was in ear shot. "So," I started in a quiet voice. "I know you like to top."

He almost stopped in his tracks. In any case he was genuinely surprised. "Fuck! You mean?"

I nodded, loving his reaction. "You think you can show me the ropes?" I felt vulnerable, but also thrilled to be taking this step. I'd been giving it a lot of thought, and I'll admit to getting turned on by the fantasy. Whether reality would match was another question.

"Can I...!" he hissed. Then, "You're a virgin right?"

I nodded. "Fraid so."

He patted my shoulder and kind of held on some as we walked. "Happy fucking birthday to me, huh?" he hissed.

I laughed. "Happy 25th, buddy."

I began to get nervous when we got back to the room and hung up our coat and blazer. Austin picked up on it. He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a soft kiss. "It'll be great, Scott," he said in a sultry version of his gym-bro voice. "Your turn to trust me."

I nodded. I wanted to do this. For Austin, but also for myself. I'd already learned so much about myself sexually with this young man. I wanted to see if I liked this.

"I read online," I admitted. "And got some stuff to prepare."

"You did now, did you?" he replied. Amused. "Well don't let me stop you." Reading my face he asked. "Would it help if I went down to the bar for the next half hour?"

"Maybe," I admitted.

"All right," he whispered.

By the time he came back, I was freshly showered and face down on the bed, lube on the side. I'd had to read about which one to get, too. I'd never done anal, with a guy or a woman... the closest I'd got was porn stories and videos about men penetrating women in the ass.

I didn't know exactly how guys did it, though I'd watched some gay porn recently too. I didn't know what position Austin liked. But as I heard the key card reader click and Austin walked in, I heard the approval in his voice.

"Nice," he said. Already he was unbuttoning his dress shirt and kicking off his dress shoes. "You look so fucking hot, Mr. D."

I was about to say something about how he was partly responsible for my looks, as my trainer, but instead I looked back and smiled. "Just go easy, OK?"

"Yah," he grunted as he pulled out his belt and undid his trousers. He wasted little time stepping out of them, no longer careful to fold them or hang them up. He was just as quickly peeling those boxer briefs down to show off his cock. I couldn't believe I was about to take something that big. "I had to hide my hardon at the bar," he laughed.

His hands ran along my calves then he got up on the bed and crouched forward. I don't know why I wasn't expecting a rim job, but sure enough Austin's strong hands pried my ass cheeks apart and then dove in.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped. This was a novel sensation for me, almost ticklish, but it felt REALLY good. My prick throbbed against the bedsheets. I found myself involuntarily pushing my ass back into Austin's face. That excited him and he gave my cheek a light slap and drilled his tongue deeper.

I tried to minimize contact with the bed sheets, since I didn't to cum from the stimulation. Instead I rode the circuit between my cock and my ass. Maybe I wouldn't enjoy being fucked, but I sure as hell was enjoying this.

Austin was enjoying it, too. Eating me out like he'd been dreaming of feasting on my hole. His desire for me fed my ego and turned me on.

"God, fuck," he hissed as he pulled back and then stretched his muscled ex-jock body across mine to reach for the lube. "I could do that all night," he hissed.

"I won't stop you buddy," I growled.

He laughed. I heard the lube cap flip and then a squirt. Then I felt his finger press against my ring. "So, you never did this with any of your fraternity buddies?" He asked. Applying more pressure. I was nervous, but his tongue had felt good and the stimulation of his finger wasn't so different.

"No," I said. "Never."

"You ever want to?" he asked. His finger popped in. About an inch, then slowly more. It was OK.

I shook my head. "Not until you," I admitted.

"That's hot," he hissed. He slowly fingered me, then spoke again. "Going in with a second, OK?" It wasn't a question though but just a heads up. Already finger number two was slipping in beside his lubed index finger.

Somehow the thicker penetration felt better. Less like a prostate exam and more with a pleasant fullness. Austin pressed in deep and hit something inside of me. Maybe this was like a prostate exam. Yeah, here I was a 51 year old man and getting an anatomy lesson quick.

"Just imagine my dick there," he asserted. Not overstimulating my inner spot but definitely working just at the edge of it.

"You wanna put it in me?" I asked. Still afraid, but physically I wanted to feel this. Feel what Austin was describing.

"I've been wanting to for almost two years now," he said with a deep lust. "Maybe longer if I'm honest."

He pulled back his fingers and lubed his cock. Then he got in place. Not plunging in, but teasing my relaxing hole with his cock head to get me excited. It was doing the trick but so was feeling his toned, jacked body on top of mine, his strong legs against my inner thighs. It was sensual and roughly sexual at the same time.

"I don't see any rubbers," he said. "You OK with that?"

I blushed. I hadn't even thought of that and felt dumb.

Austin leaned down and kissed between my shoulder blades. "I've been tested and I'm safe, Mr. D. If you wanna..."

I could hear the desire and hope in his voice. "Yeah," I assented.

Just like that his bare cock entered me. He braced his hand on my shoulder. I thought at first it was to support his upper body, but I realized it was to reassure me through the penetration. The first couple of inches weren't bad, but somewhere inside I tightened up.

"You got this, Mr. D," he whispered. "You're doing great."

His reassurance and his patience worked. I wanted this to be good for Austin. Hell, I wanted it to be great. He'd given me so much happiness over the course of a few months, and I wanted to repay it. But it worked when I stopped trying too hard. When I let his hips and his glute strength take charge.

It was like he was waiting for that right moment, for the tightness to abate. Then he plowed right in.

"Oh FUCK!" he cried, no longer a whisper. "There goes your cherry, Scott."

My cock had softened some, but it was rock hard now and pressing against the sheets once more. I gave small thrusts of my hips to increase the feeling as well as work Austin's big dick in my guts.

He took that as a signal. He pulled out and just as quickly thrust in. I was no longer simply getting penetrated, I was getting fucked. The physical part of it took me by surprise, but there was also the feeling of this young athletic man on top of me, pumping away for his pleasure. Not rough, but with a real power to his fucking that felt primal and wonderful.

I had to raise my hips up, to keep my dick from being overstimulated. That worked for a half minute, then Austin's thrusting powered me to the mattress as his kisses along my neck grew fervent and his chest went flush against my back muscle. He was getting real close.

Not as close as me though. Once my dick pressed against the bed again, it all came together. Austin covering from behind, his breath and voice and sex grunts, the cock filling incredibly full and doing a number on my internal gland, the fiction against my prick. My response to his own pleasure above me and knowing I was making him happy. I gripped the sheets and let out a deep cry. I was having the hardest cum of my life.

"Fuck yes, Mr. D. Go for it. Come on my fucking cock!" Austin hissed, his own hips a blur as he pounded me off and worked up his own head of steam. Twenty seconds after my ejaculation I heard his roar and felt his body get rigid on top of me.

"God yeah," he cooed. "Sweet."

We slowed our mating to a stop. As he slowly pulled out, I swiveled my head to meet him for a kiss. He then sat up in the bed and I had to admire how impressive his dick was, still throbbing and wet with lube and cum. Lazily he reached out to stroke my arm as I turned my exhausted body to face him.

"I think you liked that, Mr. D," he grinned.

"I know I liked that," I assured him. Not embarrassed by the fact like I thought I'd be. "I had no idea."

"That mean I'm gonna get more tail from you?" he asked. Cocky a little but genuinely curious.

I nodded. "Yeah, Austin. I'm pretty sure you will. I'm glad you liked your birthday present."

He smiled. "The absolute fucking best, Scott." He reached over to grip the back of my neck to pull me into a deep, soft kiss.

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 7 months

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Breaking down the Comics: Like a Drugged Up Business Man (Issues 4-7)

Marc Spector - Moon Knight: Issue #4: Wild Midnight

Written by: Charles Dixon

Art by: Russ Heath

ALRIGHT. Let's get back to our new writer, Chuck.

So Chuck wrote issues 1-24 and issue 34. Apparently he wasn't too keen on it. It was a job. A job at Marvel. And it was an in to get into the comic writing big leagues.

Now, issues 1-24 is nothing to sneeze at. It's a good number of comics. However, there is some criticism that he left the series on a half hearted cliff hanger. He introduced plot lines then left before he finished them.

Never a nice thing to do to a series or to the next writer (Ask Star Trek TNG how they felt about that with the borg writer that tried to leave. Seriously, ask. I love Star Trek.)

Why am I bringing this up on issue # 4? We'll get to that. Just keep that in the back of your mind as we go along.

You guys see probably looking at that guy on the cover and going "HEY! That guy looks familiar! And Midnight? This is obviously a play on the name. Is this Midnight man?"

And I'm here to tell you that: You are paying attention. Good for you.

We open on Atlanta Georgia!

We see a glass building with a man climbing up the side with classic 1990s suction cups on his hands and knees. I can't tell you how many movies I saw with these.

Also?

“Heh heh heh” (this always gets me laughing.)

"VERY scary, Mr. Spector!"

"Marlene! I thought I locked that door."

"You didn't."

"I thought that rough guy talk came naturally. I didn't know you practiced."

"I WASN'T! I was just trying on my new kevlar costume and kind of got in the mood.

The last one got pretty shot up when I was getting you out of Burunda. I thought I'd look into something more bullet resistant."

Yeah... Marc would need something more bullet resistant since the man doesn't know how to DUCK.

Marlene doesn't like him joking about Bushman. She is still upset that Marc didn't kill him.

"He's never going to stop hounding you. You should have kiled you."

Marc laughs at her blood thirsty attitude.

Marlene is still not impressed.

"You were a MERCENARY, Marc. You traded in death every day. But after your original run-in with Bushman you put on that goofy costume and all of a sudden you became a Choir Boy."

(No, that's Dare Devil.)

My argument that Marlene is a toxic partner continues. She always wants him to be something different. In the original run she just wants Steven and for him to settle down with her. Here, she has 'accepted' him as Marc, but she wants him to be what her idea of him is: A brutal killer.

She is not having any of Marc's silly ways. And this just kills me because Marc, under all that angst and trauma, is a silly guy.

Marlene is not having his silliness.

"I hope you get a chance to grow up before somebody kills you!"

And she storms off.

A little later, Marc goes looking for Marlene and comes across Chloe. The new 'cook'. And there she is cooking in her bikini top again.

He asks if she's seen Marlene.

"Not lately, Marc. She took the porsche and went to her apartment in the city. She said that she would see you again when you grew up and stopped playing cowboy."

"Her exact words?"

"I would not repeat her exact words, Mr. Spector."

Frenchie interrupts the two to tell him that Marc's accountant is there to see him on urgent matters.

"On the last six Friday nights, six different businesses in six different cities were broken into and valuables stolen. A real pro. He only skimmed the best stuff. Cash... Paintings... Securities... Anything that wasn't nailed down."

Turns out Marc is a major stockholder in every one of those businesses.

Turns out, this makes Marc a suspect because his name keeps popping up in the investigation.

Poor Marc. "Paper rich but cash poor."

(Steven sure did know what he was doing with investing and things as a way to plan for the future. Too bad Marc has no idea what he's doing.)

Marc asks more about the burglaries.

Turns out at each robbery, a clock was smashed with the hands at midnight.

And I give you a close up of Marc’s reaction to that bit of news.

“Midnight?!”

This man...

Elsewhere, we find some thugs trying to offload some fur coats.

They are arguing about price and things are starting to escalate when BLAAM.

Moon Knight literally blows a hole in the ceiling and busts in.

He'd like to talk to one of the thugs.

"You guys don't mind if Winslow and I talk privately, do you?"

turns out Winslow used to fence Anton Mogart's stolen items.

You all remember Aton Mogart, right? The original Midnight Man.

Winslow is interrogated and declares taht Anton is dead.

Moon Knight declares that Anton is alive and that "I'll be back. If you've heard from him, I'll find out and I'll burn you down. Kapish?"

(Awww Marc, I love that Yiddish).

And then Moon Knight leaves back out the hole he made.

I mean... At least he's actually using the same exit now.

Back at the mansion, Frenchie noted that Marc was "wound up so tight over Mogart."

"It's personal. He's goading me. I made a mistake thinking he was dead and now he's rubbing my face in it. Not only is he stealing from me, but he's making it look like I have something to do with it."

Frenchie tells Marc that it's a shame no one can tell him anything. (Where's Jake when you need him?).

"Too bad you can't just invite him out for a beer?"

And I kid you not. Marc and his amazing bad decision making skills everyone:

"You're just shy of being indicted, you're under investigation by every federal agency but the department of agriculture and you want to throw a bash?

Half of the guests are going to be feds. You're wired for sound better than a David Bowie concert. A low profile would be best."

"You want me to act guilty, right, Hal? It's Friday night and a week since his last job. The wealthiest stiffs in three states are here. Our thief won't be able to resist."

"I heard that you were some kind of adventurer in your past. But this kind of stunt is stupid."

"You're a hardcase, Hal, but you're still an accountant You know your Jungle and I know mine."

Pretty smug there Marc.

And at the party, we find a platinum blonde making her way around. Oh look at that! Felicia Hardy!

For those not in the know, she's an on again off again love interest for Spider-Man and also a cat burglar, and also Black Cat!

Wonder what she's doing there? Hmmmmmm.

Meanwhile, Frenchie is also displeased at this whole affair.

"I hate this whole idea, Marc. There're too many people around. It's a bad situation."

"Stop worrying, Frenchie. This apartment is unapproachable from anyother building and the basement is locked up tight."

Marc explains that they've left no option but for the Midnight Man to be drawn out. The place is a 'fortress'.

"Just like the Alamo." (oh Frenchie how I love you).

And then Marc notices "the blonde". Marc no.

Marc. Marc no. No Marc. No.

Lucky for Marc, he's interrupted by a gushing lady about how generous he is with his donations to the local children's hospital.

He's ushered up on stage to start the pledge drive just before midnight.

Marc stars by donating One Hundred Thousand dollars.

He's informed that someone else has donated Half a Million Dollars.

Out done at his own shindig, Marc askes who donated the check.

"A mister Anton Mogart."

Side note: This art style is reminding me of early Spider-Man art with all the handsome but reactive close up faces of Peter Parker and it is sending me.

It's at this time that smoke bombs go off in the ballroom.

Considering that the party is full of FBI and various investigators... We see several of them spring into action, pulling out weapons like it's the 50s.

Ms. Hardy also springs into action, making a break for it.

And then we see a figure clad in all black running through the crowd snatching up all the fancy jewelry.

And then Moon Knight also runs by in the gas.

Which... now you have two figures in a cloak and hood running through a gassed up room. Good job Moon Knight.

The feds mistake him for the bad guy and open fire.

Marc Spector, Everyone:

Our Mystery Moon Knight makes a run for it, sucker punching Frenchie and slipping down a hall.

He's got a game planned and Moon Knight is invited to play.

"C'mon, Moonie! You can't win if you don't play!"

He tosses more gas bombs and makes to escape only to run face first into Moon Knight's fist.

"You should have stayed dead, Mogart. I don't know where you've been holed up all these years..."

Midnight man rolls away and runs for an open window then dives out, landing in "One of those slide tubes for high rise rescues."

I'm glad I'm not the only one that has no idea what those things are called.

Moon Knight watches as Midnight Man slides away in the tube.

"But I'm not stupid enough to follow him down this thing..."

"Then how stupid are you?" Black Cat!

She sucker kicks him. And I gotta say, that had to hurt.

Little History of Black Cat, AKA Felicia Hardy!

First appeared in The Amazing Spider-Man 1979! Daughter of a world renowned cat burglar.

Depending on how she's being written, she also has the ability to cause bad luck to anyone that comes up against her. Sometimes love interest, ally, and enemy to Spider-Man. Too bad she has no interest in his alter-ego Peter Parker.

Something else about her? She has superhuman strength. She packs a punch! Along with agility, balance, and expert knowledge in fighting styles and gymnastics.

I was honestly surprised to see her in this. There was no indication of a ‘special guest appearance’ on the cover. Usually there is when you bring in a pretty face like this.

Especially in a two parter because this is the end of the issue!

But we certainly see her on the cover of the next issue!! Interesting choices being made here.

Marc Spector - Moon Knight: Issue #5: Rockin’ at Midnight

Written by: Charles Dixon

Art by: Sal Velluto

Another change in artist. In a two parter. That’s pretty weird, honestly. What the heck was going on at Marvel at this time? (aside from the mass exodus to DC that took place followed by a new editor and chief, and Stan Lee leaving New York for LA to start up Marvel studios to start producing cartoons and shows, leaving a void in creative control that was filled by the editor in chief and big wigs. You know… all that.)

Alright, we open up on Moon Knight not having a very good time.

We start with Black Cat mistaking him for the other hooded figure that stole all the jewels.

Moon Knight tries to reason with her.

"It's Anton Mogart we're after. He calls himself Midnight."

"And what do you call yourself, Caspter the un-friendly ghost?"

"Uh... Moon Knight?"

Yeah she's never heard of him.

Poor Marc.

They fight a bit and Marc tosses her in the closet and locks the door to chill for a minute.

He turns to give chase to Midnight and comes face to guns with the FBI.

They think he’s the thief and they try to arrest him.

….Marc that’s not how you…

So he beats them up and runs off.

Black Cat bursts through the door and also runs off.

He instructs Frenchie to get them airborne quickly.

"I ran into some bad luck. It started when a black cat crossed my path."

Black Cat catches up in time to watch them take off in the chopper and she manages to somehow attach a line and get pulled along without them noticing.

They manage to spot Midnight Man getting into his car just before he takes off.

At this point, Black Cat jumps on top of the chopper to say hi.

"Who is she, boss?"

"Uh... Someone I met at the party. Keep your eyes on Midnight, Frenchie."

Yeah... Just...ignore the lady in the literal cat suit sitting on top of the plane. Good plan.

They zoom off after Midnight and of course he looks up and notices the moon shaped plane chasing him.

They zip across the bridge and Black Cat is impressed with their gumption.

"You are WAY crazy, Casper, climbing down a ladder from a chopper doing at least seventy. But, I haven't been to Queens in ages. Not since Parker and I called it finito. Y'know, Casper's costume's not much... But with a build like that... What did he say his name was? Moonbeam? Moonshine? Moonraker?

Get serious, Felicia. Why would a guy name himself after a James Bond movie. Especially a Roger Moore James Bond movie. ICK!"

LOL What's great about this is that as a fan of the 90s Spider-man cartoon growing up, they all had fast talking monologue thoughts and I can hear this in that style.

It's just wonderful to hear how the writing style was back then.

Alright a lot is about to happen and fast talk is only the first half of it! Welcome to the end of the 80s and early 90s!

Moon Knight drops from the chpper to land on the getaway car.

"Moon Knight! My main man! You come to see the USA in my Chevrolet?"

(Midnight man suddenly sounds like Lobo from DC comics who is the MOST late 80s early 90s character I've ever come across and the reason why I still to this day still will randomly call someone "My main man".)

"When did you develop a sense of humor, Mogart? A stupid sense of humor." Marc's just mad he's not the one cracking the jokes.

"Oh, Lots of things about me would surprise you, Moonie."

Black Cat is close on their tail as she leaps car to car through traffic.

She notes that Ol' Moonie was telling the truth after all and seems to be the good guy.

Moon Knight demands that Midnight pull over. Midnight politely declines.

And welcome to Marc continuing his string of bad luck.

I don’t even know where to start.

It's okay. The car lands in the water.

Black Cat is sad to see all the stolen diamonds sinking down with the car.

Frenchie flies in and drops a ladder.

Luckily, Marc surfaces.

He's unable to locate Midnight man.

"No sign of him. ....Huh. You always were a lousy swimmer, Mogart."

This is a hilarious call back to the first time Mogart fell off a cliff into the water and 'drowned'. Then again later when Mogart kidnapped him in the sweres and 'drowned' again. He uh... He's got a problem with water.

Moon Knight has another concern.

"Lost another cape. That's getting expensive."

And with that, Moon Knight flies off and Black Cat watches him go.

"Catch you another time, Moonbug. Maybe we'll get to party again. I'll bet he's cute under that creepy mask. What IS it about a man in a mask tha tmakes me melt?"

Black Cat certainly has bad luck when it comes to men.

Frenchie and Marc return home. Frenchie remarks about the fuel being on E because Marc was so insistent on searching up and down the river looking for Midnight, just in case.

"I wanted to make sure he's really dead this time. No more unpleasant surprises."

"Your entire life is a series of unpleasant surprises, Marc."

Frenchie, you hit the nail on the head real hard there, buddy.

Speaking of unpleasant...

They land and Marlene is there to greet him. A little desperate.

If you recall, the last we saw her, she had stormed off after picking a fight with Marc.

Now she's back and she throws herself into his arms.

"I wanted to apologize for the way I acted yesterday. I have no right to try and change you."

And then she finds a platinum blonde hair on his outfit. (Black Cat brings all the bad luck)

"A little disagreement and you run off with the first tramp you can find! You disgust me, Marc!"

And she storms out again.

Marc's pretty pissed off. He goes and has an argument with the Khonshu statue as usual. I'm glad to see that remains from the original days. Is it even Marc if he doesn’t have a moment or arguing with and blaming all his troubles on a statue?

"What are YOU looking at, Khonshu? If it weren't for YOU I wouldn't have all these complications in my life. I'd be happier and things would go a lot smoother with Marlene. Sure.

If it weren't for Khonshu, I'd be DEAD and so would Marlene. Both of our lives were saved the night that I took on the cloak of Khonshu and became Moon Knight. I just have to learn to live with an Ancient Egyptian GOD in my life--And the guilt over my less-than-moral mercenary days.

Could be worse. Some guys have to live with their in-laws. Where'd the water on the floor come from?"

Marc….

Window exit! Do I count this? Also, he’s constantly trashing his own mansion.

Marc.... Marc....

He refuses to listen and Midnight puts up a fight.

"If I have to kick your butt to get you to listen, I can do that!"

And then Marc's new 'cook' Chloe shows up, distracting Midnight.

Moon Knight manages to punch him out

Moon Knight unmasks him to find.... "It's just some kid."

He picks up the unconscious man and starts to carry him inside.

"What should we do with him?"

"This kind of situation wasn't covered in your maid job description, but could you get me a bottle of asprins and a couple of beers to wash 'em down, Chloe? We'll BOTH need them."

Marc, you are just filled with bad ideas.

Now with the new Midnight man tied up to a chair, he regains consciousness and Marc starts his interrogation.

"Now maybe you can tll us who you are, Kid."

"Sure thing. You can ditch the mask though. I already know all about you. Spector."

“What’s the use of a secret identity if everyone already knows it? How do all the other guys do it?” - Marc who is so bad at keeping his identity that he stopped trying later.

Yeah, totally called it. It seems any time an old villain shows up and isn’t the old villain, it’s always the son or something. I’m…Just surprised that Mogart had a kid, to be honest.

Jeffrey Wilde, the new Midnight man, goes into his story.

His mom didn't marry Mogart. He was a fling baby.

That makes sense, knowing Mogart.

Mogart sent money for support "when he thought of it".

He met Mogart for the first time when Mogart was dying in a hospice of cancer.

Turns out the chemicals that deformed him also gave him cancer.

As a kid, he had collected newspaper clippings of Mogart's special activities. While visiting his dying father, Mogart had disclosed his techniques and asked his son to stay on the right side of the law.

Marc is surprised to hear that Mogart really IS dead and that he isn't the one that ended up killing him.

He asks the kid why he's been bothering him and framing him and all that business.

"To show you what I picked up from my old man. To show you how good I am. That I can be your partner."

Oh boy, this is going to end well.

Marc is just as incredulous as I am.

"Say WHAT?!"

The kid wants someone to show him how to "learn the crimefighting game" and he figures Moon Knight is the best there is to do that.

(LOL I Love you Frenchie).

Marc reads him the riot act, telling him to run home to his "Mama".

"...Stay off my back and stay away from anything to do with me."

He has Frenchie send the kid home.

This is not the last we are going to see of Jeff Wilde.

A product of the late 80s and early 90s when everyone felt like all the heroes needed some sort of protege or to work with younger kids wanting to become heroes. And, spoiler here: It doesn't end well, as most things don't end well when it comes to Marc Spector.

Alright.... So now we go elsewhere and pick up a completely different story plot.

Just, out of the blue that's going to leave off on a cliff hanger and lead into the next issue.

I find this sort of story telling deeply unsatisfying. There's ending on a cliffhanger, then there's just dropping plots and deliberately setting up another issue.

Not to mention Marvel did that thing they always do that I hate where you have a whole "LOOK AT THIS CROSSOVER" with Black Cat who then just goes "Yeah, I'm not interested" and leaves.

It's just such an obvious ploy for readership and money.

That's my two cents. Anyways.... On to elsewhere.

We find ourselves in a subway station with a big guy and a bunch of rowdy teens.

The teens point out that the big guy in a suspicious trenchcoat and hat smells really bad.

The guy exits the subway (not at all suspicious) and makes his way down town.

More punks give the big guy a hard time until the big guy pulls out a huge machete.

The punks pull out their guns and open fire on the guy. The guy gets shot in the head and all over but keeps coming till he stabs one of the punks.

The big guy goes down while the other punks freak out.

Then we get a close up look at the guy's face.

It's actually pretty grusum and I'm not going to post it, but he's pretty decayed looking with yellow and red eyes and gnarly teeth.

The caption: ZOMBIE FRIDAY NIGHT.

And that's where the issue ends.

Now, if you were with me in the Moench run break downs, you’ll remember we already covered zombies with Brother Voodoo.

.....Taking a peak at the next cover we get "Brother Voodoo comes to town!"

Yeah... Apparently Brother Voodoo only covers zombies... Hmmm... Only this time he's not in the jungle, but in the big city.

I'm going to be honest here: I'm not going to cover every issue. There's no way. The late 80s and early 90s were ROUGH.

You are going to find a lot of themes of BUSINESS and DRUGS and PUNKS and JUNKIES and YOUNG TEEN VIOLENCE. These were all the major hitters for the late 80s or early 90s.

They did everything to make the comics seem exciting and relevant and were often written by new arrivals to big comics that were trying to attract readers.

So I'm going to skim this one real quick for you guys (because you're also going to get a lot of stereotypical black man jive stuff in this and it's painful to read through).

Marc Spector - Moon Knight: Issue #6: One Hand in the River

Written by: Charles Dixon

Art by: Sal Velluto

We start at "Spector Enterprises Inc" (What the heck business does he do? No one knows. Some complicated business stuff I'm sure) where Marc is pulled in all sorts of directions for his business needs.

You see, Marc isn't used to business. This isn't Marc Spector's bag. This is why he needs Steven Grant. This is why I don't understand why the writer decided to get rid of Steven and Jake. It makes no sense.

Marc has placed himself as the president of Spector Enterprises Inc. and he has no idea what he's doing.

Oh look. Midnight returned all the stolen property to the FBI offices in Brooklyn. The FBI has decided Marc isn't worth looking into....

But the IRS is suddenly VERY interested in Marc's business practices.

He's being Audited.

Marc heads to his office to sulk and finds Brother Voodoo waiting there for him.

Marc points out that Brother Voodoo looks a bit rough.

He sure does.

Jericho says he needs Moon Knight's help.

Marc ones more complains that someone knows who he is.

"I think I'm going to take out a full page ad in the times and tell EVERYBODY my 'Secret Identity' and get it over with."

Turns out a cult is in New York. The same cult they fought way back in the day that likes to play with Zombies.

At this point Brother Voodoo takes off his snazzy sunglasses and reveals that he too has been made into a zombie!

We cut to outside where Moon Knight's biggest fan is waiting in a car. "Well if it isn't Marc Spector, AKA Moon Knight. Thought you'd shake me, didn't you, m'man? Well Midnight's no brush off I wonder who his creepy amigo is."

We see Marc walking to a cab with Brother Voodoo.

Brother Voodoo is apparently fighting off being controlled by the cult by eating salty snacks. The salt does some chemical mumbo jumbo to give him control.

He can also sense when other zombies are near and look! our trench coat friend is walking by.

They follow the zombie into a building. Up on the top floor there is a fancy restaurant where some mafia sort of guys are having lunch.

They talk a bit of shop about paying people off and yadda yadda yadda...

We see two heads talking about turf and disputes. They start talking about new guys in town that come from some 'kinda cult thing'.

And boom! Trench coat zombie man busts in!

And Moon Knight busts in. (When and where did he have time to change?!?)

If I had to put money on this... I'd say this was the same fancy resturant that was previously featured in an earlier comic where the big violent guy went on what he thought was a date and then tried to blow the place up.

Moon Knight and Brother Voodoo fight the gangsters for some reason. The gangsters all dealt with, they turn to confront the zombie to find... He's got a bomb strapped to his chest! (this poor resturant).

The zombie is ready to detinate and Brother Voodoo tells Moon Knight that "No one can sway him from the spell he is under."

Just when all seems lost, Midnight swings in (literally) and tackles the zombie.

He kicks the zombie out the window (hitting him square in the dynamite) and the zombie explodes, blasting out the window and causing some damage to the side of the building.

"That stupid kid. That stupid, stupid kid!" Moon Knight is not pleased.

"You've been following me! I told you to back off, Kid! I don't need a partner! I don't want a partner!

Why are you still tagging along behind me, kid?"

"Could it be your winning personality?"

Moon Knight is stunned speechless. (I like to think it's because he isn't used to being addressed like this and the jab at his personality hits home since Steven and Jake are apparently being suppressed or just flat out denied).

Pissed off, Marc storms off with Brother Voodoo.

They all pile into Midnight's car where awkward introductions are had.

They head back to the mansion.

Meanwhile, in South Bronx, we find ourselves in a slum where a bunch of zombies are watching.... THE ANDY GRIFFITH SHOW. The zombies appear to appreciate it.

And now we got zombie cult guy making deals with south american cartel gangsters that wanted to wipe out the mafia guys. (I told you this was going to get complicated)

Back at the mansion, we find Jericho trashing a room while Marc and Jeff are waiting outside the room while Jericho 'gets his head in order' before they storm the zombie cult location.

Oh look! Chloe shows up to demand to know what's going on.

And Jeff CLEARLY has the hots for her. Hmmm.

The room inside is getting trashed, but it's better than the time he brought home Jack Russell the werewolf and locked him in his room... Marc...needs to make better decisions.

ANd Brother Voodoo has his head in order now and pops out to tell him that the zombies are located in the South Bronx and they have work to do!

End issue.

Oh boy... A multi parter... I can’t help but think back to Moench’s time when each issue had the ability to tell the story and stand alone. Sure, we got a few multi part stories, but they flowed together so well.

Thena gain, they didn’t really have standard volumes that told one story like comics do now. In today’s comics, you have Volumes that contain roughly 5-6 issues that all connect together. Sometimes you have a stand alone issue mixed in, but usually it still has a way to lead into the story. In the original comics, each issue stood alone and didn’t end until a massive change in writer and direction of the comic was needed. We moved from Moon Knight to Marc Spector Moon Knight and got a new set of volumes.

And while, sure, it’s interesting to see them telling longer stories… These aren’t ALL connected stories. These are special guest cross-over stories. Collect them all and put them in a volume and you still get the most random stuff. And each ending of the issues just feels like they are cutting the story in half.

I’m starting to see why Ol’ Chuck Dixon isn’t a well known Moon Knight writer and why his run in particular was criticized like it was. Interesting.

Marc Spector - Moon Knight: Issue #7: Zombie Saturday Night

Written by: Charles Dixon

Art by: Sal Velluto

Alright... Now... We uh...

We got the gang all here having breakfast in the kitchen and...

What the hell is going on in this picture...

That GIANT plant up there (I guess Marc’s love of giant potted plants goes back to 1989). The kitchen looks tiny compared to the GIANT mansion we know it’s in.

Why is Frenchie getting manlier and manlier every time he’s drawn in these issues? Why is he casually oiling all his guns at the table?

WHY IS MARC DRINKING OUT OF THE BLENDER?!

MARC. MARC NO.

Well... despite what's going on in that picture...

Brother Voodoo is getting a good breakfast with plenty of salt to help his synapses fire or something.

He remembers what happened to turn him into a zombie and he regales the group with his... Hey wait...

....Where's his brother? That's his whole schtick! Brother Voodoo can see the ghost of his brother, who possesses people and helps him!

Anyways... He tells the group how he was hunting down the zombie cult when he was captured and forced to drink the poison that turned him into a zombie. They also stole his Magical Medallion that was "the focus of my own voudon powers".

He was then locked up in a ship and taken to New York.

He tells them about the Slum where the zombies are being trained to kill (and watch Andy Griffith?)

Frenchie asks how Jericho got away.

"With the help of my brother, Frenchie."

See, Frenchie out here asking the important questions.

Alright, all that out of the way, they decide to head to the Bronx.

He tells Jericho to take teh van and the rest of them get the chopper (it really only comfortably seats 3, after all). Jeff is excited about the chopper.

But before they leave, Marc gets a phone call from his really pissed off Accountant.

It's about the IRS Audit. The accountant is understandably nervous and needs to go over things with Marc.

Marc blows him off and they leave. (see? There's so much business at stake in these comics.)

We enter into the typical Moon Knight landing on a roof and rolling into action scene. Only now we have the kid, Jeff, stumbling around because he's not used to Marc's hard hitting take the punch and glider style of fighting.

Inside, we have the Drug cartel arguing with the Zombie cult about what's going on. With Moon Knight making his way in, the Cartel boss gets antsy and makes a run for it.

We see more Zombies watching tv and...Oh. I get it. It's the early 90s hysteria about how watching TV makes you into zombies. I remember that. It's a commentary. Hm.

Brother Voodoo make his way through the building and faces off against the cartel guys.

Moon Knight makes his way down from the roof, fighting zombies and trying to keep track of Jeff, who reveals his costume is just spandex and not Kevlar like Marc's is.

Marc... Not everyone can afford Kevlar.

Marc's fighting zombies, trying to protect Jeff, and trying to deal with Jeff bumbling around.

At one point Marc gets mad and resorts to his old style of just punching things till they go down. ....Problem is, you can't just punch a Zombie down.

....So Marc punches him out the window.

I see Marc's moved from jumping through windows to just throwing things through windows.

They eventually meet up with Jericho and find themselves surrounded by zombies and the leader.

Jericho calls for his brother. A little possession here, a little spell chanting there, the zombie leader loses his power and all the zombies go down.

Jericho manages to get his Medallion back and it restores his power.

We cut to the Cartel leader calling someone saying he's done with zombies and they need to get their gig up and running again. But outside, another zombie (or the same zombie, it's not clear) in a trench coat has a gun and his picture, clearly there to eliminate him .

And that's the end of this issue and FINALLY the end of this cliffhanger run.

WHEW.

Look, some stories are harder to get through than others. Even Moench had a couple of issues that were difficult to read, but they were difficult because sometimes the story just didn’t click with me. I still appreciated the art and the little side bits and nods and fun Moon Knight moments.

The Marc Spector Moon Knight is difficult for a LOT of reasons, that unfortunately have a LOT to do with the age, the comic style, and the art isn’t as pretty either.

You got a lot going on and they sacrificed art style for getting as much in as they could to keep the action GOING. It’s rough. There’s a reason why a lot of things from the late 80s and early 90s feels like you’re talking to a coked out business man. And boy howdy do these feel like we’re talking to a coked out business man.

There’s just so much at stake ALL of the time. And Marc is so bad at managing things. I’d say it’s fascinating to watch Marc crash and burn without Steven and Jake, but the writer CLEARLY has no intention of including Steven and Jake and honestly, would probably prefer to remove all the mental health issues that Moench so lovingly included and dealt with in the creation of Moon Knight.

So am I going to do a breakdown of ALL the comics in Marc Spector Moon Knight? …I’m going to burn out if I try. So I’m going to find a way to get through them, because I want to read it. I know I skimped it the first time I laid my hands on it, and now I want to see where our Moon Man has been. (plus the next issue includes the Punisher!)

Most likely I’m going to do big long posts that are a summary of multiple comics at once with some pictures to highlight certain aspects, art, or just Marc being MARC. (he’s so bad at everything here).

Let me know what you think! The 90s were rough people!

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #Analyzing the comics #Marc Spector #I'd take Steven and Jake but clearly they aren't in this #Hm #Marc is bad at everything and shouldn't be left to make decisions #Am I the only one that sees Jeff and thinks about Nadia and her rant about Jeff?#Jeff...#Why did everyone need a Spelunky sidekick in the 90s?

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