#mk | the one they see coming

[silverjetsystm]

This is everything.

Of course Marc's signature is "I learned cursive, the end" plus the fucking moon 'C' that I imagine happened subconsciously.

Steven's fancy cursive is on point

yes, Jake would print his name.

(Even if he looks and sounds like The Bat, which is not how I hear his voice. The words are very...LMD MK. In this moment, I'm Arcade)

[silverjetsystm]

MK (2021) #12 Writer: MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Cappuccio; Colorist: Rosenberg; Letterer: Petit

“why’s he always covered in blood” he needs enrichment. What’s not clicking

[puppyeared]

RETURN TO MONKE (PUBERTY EDITION)

MK’s monkey form doesn’t feel right to me so i wanted to break up his transformation into stages. Maybe as he learns to accept that side of himself it becomes part of him, instead of changing between human and monkey randomly (which is probably painful). Love yourself, NOW!!!

@zymstarz im tagging you for FULL MONKE

[silverjetsystm]

con't with @thxwxlf from x

Starkly lit streetlights blazed on the gory scene. Blood runs into the gutters. Sweat pools between cloth face into glowing, bloodshot eyes. One of those nights where murder was around this corner. Aggression. Shorter tempers. What once was hunters looking for a quick buck. Idiots. He hadn’t been with them. Not his scene.

Bloody hands tug his glider-cape. He spins, glowing, stained white billowing like the wings of a great bird. “Don’t touch me,” he snaps, bloody palms keeping her at a distance.

He had been intending to knock them down. Scare them out of Mission’s direction. Didn’t go that way. Short fight too close to home.

Deep lungfuls of humid air. Practicality kicked in. It’s not really about the hunters. Kekipi is still a traveler of the night. Self-Defense. “Okay. They got to go. We can make them vanish.”

[silverjetsystm]

Steven or Jake would do the shopping into the small, unique stores selling teas and herbs and other like supplies.

Topaz’s hushed words are in some ways disappointing, relieving in others. Greer and himself had visited Knowles’ grave. Undisturbed grass where the coffin rested. Clean and intact headstone. They had not exhumed it. Grave robbery did not have to be on the agenda if they did not have to.

“I see,” he said, gentle like a cobweb in a skull is gentle. “Let the dead rest,” for he will not be among their still skeletons. While he carried the ghosts of those he killed, those he could not save, on his shoulders – the Shadow Cabinet, Sigmund (Plesko) – heard their voices in a metaphorical and nightmarish sense, forward was what he needed. To prevent horrors from happening again. To protect the travelers of the night. It was his whole reason for being.

He takes another sip of tea, savoring taste and heat. Bringing himself out of the mood he always seems to be in, if the thoughts are not conscious.

She explained the next steps – diving into the astral plane, something he knew existed and rarely dealt with. “I understand.” He was out of his depth there. “I’ll be here,” crack of cracked, dry lips. Curious eyes remain on her settling into a proper position, noting the time and shift in her body and expression entering a place he rarely tread.

Carved of black and silver ice, he stays very still and quiet, freezing his thoughts into equally bitter calm.

Later, the three who together make up the vigilante Moon Kni.ght will mull on the empath Topaz. Her particular quiet stillness in her tools and calming environment. The little they know of her, the friends she had. Those who were on the supernatural side of this work had to stick together.

Moon Kni.ght, Marc, is accustomed to keeping people at arms length or further. Focusing on the mission, if he is providing his services or asking for aid. If Topaz needed them at the intersection they thrive – between street and supernatural – they will answer the call.

"I can give you the recipe, they're all teas and herbs you can find fairly easily. Not at the supermarket, of course. At the small, out of the way stores."

She made a mental note to write it down for him later, when he started to talk about the person (persons) he wanted to locate. She could feel the link between the Moon Knight and his targets, like so many tenuous threads that one skilled in empathy could follow. The stronger the emotion, the brighter the thread.

"The trail to Knowles seems to end with the mace," she whispered, reaching to touch the black mace gingerly, touching the invisible thread linking Moon Knight and the mace.

That was her way to let him know that she had started to search for his antagonist. Contact with the mace didn't yield new threads to follow, and she nodded. "If that was his favored tool, he's gone beyond the mortal realm. I cannot sense anyone else with a link to this."

She could tell him to let go of the guilt, to ease his mind, and put the past to rest but she didn't think it was her place to say those words. She was no therapist, but a witch hired to locate and possibly identify someone.

She sipped her own tea, centering herself for a deeper dive into the astral plane, so that she could find the third Spectre. As it was not Knowles, and Moon Knight had little idea of the Spectre's identity, she was going to need the breadth of her power to get into the gist of it.

"I will need to go into the astral plane and follow the link between you and this mysterious person. I will seem unconscious, but I will return shortly. Time in the astral plane goes differently."

She set down her cup, waiting his acknowledgement before she will take a meditative position and let her spirit follow where the bond between foes would take her.

[nerdypowerdemandsefforts-blog]

i-

i had an idea-

now i really want to redraw scenes from the movie

god help me

[imminent-danger-came]

Me who knew this was going to be the case but is literally dying in class rn anyways

[fluffypotatey]

*puts on my Professor glasses* Macky really knows EXACTLY how to talk to Wukong, let's dissect it! M: Looks like things are going smoothly. W: I say, you've been here the whole time, haven't you? M: FFM is your home, but it's also mine. W: Did you find anything? M: Still nothing, however. Now the Jade Emperor is no longer present. The Celestial Realm already gives me an unsettling feeling. M: Wukong...that kid. W: I understand. M: You have to go and talk to him. W: I know! But...he still isn't ready. M: I see. You're the one who isn't ready, yet. How did you even become a teacher! M: He has to be. We all have to be realistic. W: He's just a kid. We can't let him... M: Who says he's just a kid! Why is it him? When you chose him, did you know? W: I didn't know, I really didn't know! I just followed...a feeling. M: Are you not the least bit worried?! This child has all of your special powers, and he always runs into trouble. Have you never questioned this before? Not a single person knows where he came from. Is it not strange?! M: We still have no clue as to whoever let out Azure Lion. All your old foes returned in one swoop. Are you not even a little- W: Then what about you? You also suddenly came back. M: Argh- M: I say, someone must be manipulating us behind our backs. Especially Xiaotian. But they still haven't succeeded. W: Then tell me. What about you? M: Tell me do you want my help or not?! / W: Not long ago you were still against me! / M: I see, you're just a- / W: ...after I assume you'll teach me how to train my own disciples? ~ Xiaotian Interupts ~ M: Look. That kid has made you his idol. You're his one true hero, but you... W: But I what? M: He has to understand, he doesn't need to carry these burdens. You have to do better. You can really tell whose the chatty one in this relationship XD Wukong might be a lil annoyed, but he's tolerant. And Macky is a little playful turd as always. Where Wukong gets gloomy and concerned, Mac swaps between teasing and serious in a blink. Then things get a lot more strained and tense, but unlike their previous fights, it never escalates into violence. Never a growl, never a raised fist. They're right at the edge, and they drop it. I'm very much interested in the psychology of arguments and when it comes to people latching onto (1) thing a person says and relating it slightly off topic to avoid talking about that other thing, like Wukong is doing here. It's so cool seeing how physical they are in trying to visibly control their emotions around each other, and how they keep trying to hold themselves back from tearing in further, always pausing and halting, and switching to another thing. They're TRYING. Ugh. I think Mac was trying to give a comforting smile at the end, but it's kinda warped by the whole ~ everything else. ~ Anyhow, I like how this starts with Wukong establishing, or rather cementing to Macaque that he believes MK is a kid. And while Macaque argues against that, he did also say before that Wukong should talk to him. And they have their squabble, with Mac pushing Wukong's buttons to get him to say something, BUT the fact this gets resolved with he needs to understand he doesn't need to carry these burdens. YOU HAVE TO DO BETTER. Like of all things Mac could have chosen. He's playing right into what Wukong himself believes, that will overwrite the "MK isn't ready" thing. Because let's face it. Mac is right when he says Wukong also isn't ready for that talk yet. He's so down throughout all this, Wukong probably feels himself that he needs to be better. AND by appealing to the fact MK is a kid, without explicitly stating that, just a statement that cannot be denied, BUT is a subject that undoubtedly, even Wukong cannot avoid. Because he wants better for MK. For him to not walk down the same path as him. Macaque has basically nudged Wukong into having that talk he wanted with MK by reframing it differently from what Wukong wasn't ready for. Thoughts? Critique?

*squishes you* anon…anon, you’re telling me..that this was the actual dialogue between SWK and Macky in 5x01. that what i just read is the translated version of the Mandarin dub. correct?

ok ok cool. i’m cool. gucci. feeling fantastic lemme just

WHAT THE FUCK LMK

ok so i ranted in the tags but realized i forgot to say more things (also i was worried i’d exceed the tag limit bc that is a real thing what do you know!)

so, anon, you said Macky knows how to talk to Wukong and yeah agreed but for me it’s for of the sense of “Macky knows how to get his words under Wukong’s skin”

he knows how to let his words sink in and fester in Wukong’s mind, making him reconsider things or another to help speed up certain decisions or choices Wukong is hesitating on. and ain’t it fascinating how despite how long it’s been since either character have talked or interacted with each other, they still know the ins and outs of their behavior and thoughts.

Macky knows Wukong needs to talk to MK but is holding back. Macky after one answer from Wukong realizes that it’s Wukong who isn’t ready for that conversation and switches tactics to try and breach that mental block

Wukong, in a need to avoid the conversation, brings up the questions surrounding Macky’s reason for even being alive again because that is information neither have talked about and oh hey! Macky is avoiding that conversation too! and it’s an important one to have so he pushes for it, but Macky knows it’s being pushed to avoid their original discussion and is annoyed bc “classic Wukong, never wanting to delve too deep into topics where he’ll need to be vulnerable for” (especially when said vulnerability is with his newly re-allied ex friend Macaroni himself)

god i love them

[silverjetsystm]

To War! To War! To War!

Silver sang in every cell, buzzing in fresh marrow, in determined teeth. Pulse thundered in his chest, his ears. Clad in silver and jet vestments from Khonshu’s armory, he vibrated with holy purpose. His brother, Greer, and Wrecker came for him when all hope in the mortal world was lost to the wave of eternal vampiric night. The Shema reverberated in defiance, the moon priest remaing a contradiction.

The duty is straightforward. Others can fill him in on the big picture, the hows and the whys and how longs later. G-d knows he isn’t a planner. He’s always been the jarhead who follows orders. These he happily follows – to put the world right by silver khopesh. This was justice. Vengeance for the fallen, who would not be raised by gods or mages. The huge silver pitted coin in the sky is a sign no one could ignore. Khonshu was free of his prison. That the Moon’s Knight returned. And he brought friends.

Hunter’s Moon and Tigra are dropped at other points of the City. He led the vanguard of his eternally faithful dead siblings to the Avengers. Is he? Now is not the time to turn spirals in his mind. Now is the time to do what he’s meant to do, for a god he despises, for he had promises to keep. Guilt for forced gratitude, for bowing his head and granting the miserable old bird the term “Father” fed his rage. Tallying and settling up will come, for there is always a cost.

Steven and Jake agree in their inner world. Plots to face together with straight backs and untrembling knees. In unison, three who are also one.

Glider-cape wings sweetly sang, fierce joy in his heart, as he headed towards the Mission, where he knew Reese and Soldier would have retrieved as many civilians as they could to offer shelter behind doors which would hold until the end of the world.

Worlds end every day. Shattered by violence, by grief, and broken hearts. Tonight was not the true end.

Duel khopesh raised, he cut his vicious way through prey. Black-and-red eyed heads are divested from corpse bodies. Crescent swords stabbed through chests. Distracting those who were chasing straggled civilians, seek to climb buildings for those foolishly on roofs. A nice crowd formed, sharp fangs bared in rage. Surrounded can be the best odds. Attack in any direction, a macabre cloth grin shadowed by the cowl. He’s moonlight fast, fatigueless.

Unable to track every little detail, he missed the one advancing on his right side.

Luckily for him, the black/blue and red Spider dropped from above, midnight from midnight. Talons flash. Another eternal corpse. Moon Knight glows brighter, a cheeky challenge burst from his lips, defiant of chalkboard hisses. “Let’s fucking go!”

One challenge picked up by The Spider. A warm laugh from shadowed face answered. “Thanks for the backup,” he called to his rescuer’s back.

Turning to cover their six, he begins anew. Blood – stolen, drained from a pile of freshly deceased caught in the frenzy – filled the sewers, flowed down his swords without end. So too seemed the horde, cries raising the hairs on the back of his neck.

“We need to get them out. Wait for my signal. You’ll know it when I do it.” Blindingly bright, he glided his way to the nearest fire hydrant, a lovely pack giving chase, jockeying for the honor of whoever could present the head of Khonshu’s priest to the first and most ancient vampire.

South Side still at heart, Marc knew how to open a fire hydrant during the dog days of summer. Truncheon worked the valves and caps. For a moment, the sprinkler attachment released a stream intended for frolicking children and adults alike. The crowd laughed. Words spit from lips which demanded instead of ask or plead. Part and parcel for War. "I consecrate this water to the service of Khonshu." Armored gloves pulled, releasing pressurized holy water. Night’s children screamed in agony, charring to ash.

He continued to carve a path, preparing to corral the scared...

@iobartach

@silverjetsystm [mk] asked; "Let's fucking go."

It hadn't taken a great deal of effort to realise that events had gone downhill in a hurry. The blanket of darkness that descended on the city had provided ample indication all by itself, as did the first scream of abject terror that reached his ears. Loud enough and close enough that it had managed to rouse Miguel from his midday slumber, the noise alone had lured him towards the nearest window, where he'd catch his first glimpse of Nosferatu spawn, prowling in the modern day, advancing on an unfortunate victim.

All at once, he knew what was required-- what would be necessary to cut short this apparent siege by emboldened vampiric forces, drive them back into their nests. But knowing was only part of the equation that he had devised as soon as his conscious thoughts shook off the lingering effects of sleep-- the other part necessitated his own participation, meaning that he had to get out there and get involved.

Somehow. Even if this place wasn't his home, he was still committed to protecting it. To preserving what remained of humanity, despite no longer being counted amongst their number himself. With a quick effort, the shedding of his casual clothes was accomplished in seconds, replaced by his hard light suit as he made way for the window and slipped outside, target already selected--

And invariably neutralised in kind, as with a flashing of his talons and the application of his strength, he parts head from turned body, dropping both severed pieces as the same victim he had been watching shrieked until her voice gave out. Petrified, right down to her marrow, but crucially, unbitten.

For now.

Unwilling to leave the woman to the whims of another bloodthirsty monster, the futuristic Spider slips an arm beneath her slouched form as he lifts her towards his chest, securing her in place for the short of amount of time that it takes Miguel to get airborne. Passing by several blocks in what felt like seconds, he manages to deposit his charge into the care of a cluster of bystanders, one of dozens of groups that he realises have gathered together on the rooftops. The fools.

Unable to muster the heart needed to tell them that they were better off taking shelter indoors, he tore his attention away, with surprising effort, to focus on his plan. On finding the Mission, and its proprietor, who awaited to offer aid, on any ordinary day. Given the exceptionally rare circumstances, however, Miguel had it on good authority that there was a strong choice that he might find Khonshu's chosen fist already out in the open, fending off the undead plague.

And he would be proven right in this assumption as a sweeping arc saw the displaced Society leader round a corner onto another street, claimed by chaos, where tenebrous minions converged on a pristine figure, outnumbered... until his arrival. Back-up that dives straight downwards, taking out a vampire that was about to attack Moon Knight from his right-hand side, put to its final death with another swift swipe of barbed digits across the neck.

Somewhere between this kill and his arrival erupted a wave of hisses, the bark of the threatened, determined to drain the life force from the pair of masked agitators in their midst. Second to that, however, and springing from a point directly behind his shoulder came a welcoming war cry, a shout spat into the sea of ravenous faces that encircled their position.

And echoed by the Spider in turn, temporarily borrowing the parlance of the current times to reinforce their defiance.

"Let's fucking go!!!"

[age-of-moonknight]

“New Moon,” Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #1.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[lyraeeee]

let me cook???

a small sneak peak of my upcoming work🤞🤞

it really has been such a long time since I last wrote anything and I’m just so excited to share this to everyone soon.

might be posting this on tuesday? wednesday? It’ll depend on my mood

I only wrote for the earthrealm gang so far but if other people ask for it then I’ll consider writing one for the other characters too :)

[anon-unofficial]

hey so. um. i was told that lmk didn't have any pain. and. haha. haha. haHa...what the f

[imminent-danger-came]

Sandy: "Hurting others isn't a measure of one's strength—took me a really long time to realize that. As long as I'm doing something to help out a friend, I don't mind what it is! I just want to be there for 'em when they need me. Because at the end of the day, helping my friends is more important than anything else in the world!"

(2x08 To Catch a Leaf)

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Macaque: "She's completely out of control! If there's a time to go, it's now." MK: "NO! Mei is my best friend, I'd never abandon her when she needs me! We're heroes, it's what we do!"

(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)

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Azure Lion: "I thought I arrived in time to contain the curse, but, based off of your expressions I would hazard a guess that Sun Wukong has already been consumed, along with your friends." MK: "But it's fine right!? We'll just pop this bad boy open and get them back!"

Azure Lion: "It's too late to save them, we can't risk unleashing the curse into the world!" MK: "You don't know, we'd risk it for sure! I won't abandon them when they need us."

(4x02 New Adventures)

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Yellowtusk: "I know full well what will happen should Azure fail, but- but he is my brother. I owe him my life." Sandy: "We get it! I'd do anything to help my friends, but at the cost of the world?" Pigsy: "I'm sorry pal, but NOTHING is worth that price!"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

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Being there for your friends when they need you, but at the cost of the world.

[sskk-manifesto]

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

[fluffypotatey]

If SWK and MK come from the same stone, does that mean they are brothers? I don't know how others would see it though.

i think that all depends on the audience (and if i’m being honest, i hope that canon doesn’t clarify it precisely bc the fandom discourse will be insufferable 🙄 and i am so sick of THAT type of discourse)

are they brothers? if that fits with how their dynamic works for you, then sure! it makes sense when they do share the same egg, but also can we really place that as the distinction?

personally, SWK and MK’s dynamic to me reads like mentor/pupil that borders the line of familial (but what are those familial lines to me??? it is so vague, bestie if i’m being honest. sometimes i view them as brothers with an age gap. sometimes it’s uncle/nephew, and sometimes it’s grandpa/grandchild). i wouldn’t call their relationship brotherly the same way i would argue for the royalty duo. it’s just an unlabeled type of found family to me, ya know?

but canon-wise? well it has the mentor/pupil but also shows how they blur the lines into a friendship by s2. and then we have s4 teasing about SWK being MK’s possible dad (and why the teasing? well, the story is playing in the same assumptions audience members made: swk is a monkey, MK has monkey powers, they share similar enemies, and then you have the stone egg). but then the season ends leaving the connection between MK and SWK still vague while re-establishing the father/son with Pigsy and MK (and strengthening it in s5 bless)

AND THEN!!! S5 begins with SWK and MK finding their stone (i believe it was SWK who said “our stone” if my context clues are working) and even after MK’s origins are revealed, there still isn’t a solid confirmation on the familial aspect between SWK and MK but there is a connection. but i have no idea what the characters were saying, idk if they made any of that clear in s5

anyway, short answer: SWK and MK coming from the same stone does not need to mean they are brothers. it can be if you want it to even after lmk canon confirms or denies it. my personal interpretation is more blurry than brothers but to each their own