#moon knight crack

[loki-hargreeves]

here's some fresh mk crack for you all

[lokisremainingsanity]

their gf when the moon boys get into trouble

imagine marc and jake getting into shit again and steven is the good boy he always is so mornings go like this

[rexlottie]

🚨OFFICAL STEVEN APARTMENT LAYOUT🚨

206 page pdf with set photos, concept art and episode stills from moon knight, absolutely gorgeous stuff!!!!! The cairo set is CRAZY

[madmanwonder]

Crossover Crack Ship: Barghest Knight/Jarghest

Barghest (Gawain):

X

Jaune Arc:

[siffrin-enthusiast]

ok im doing my own version. if you like any of these:

in stars and time

just roll with it

nbc's hannibal

ultrakill

rain world

slay the princess

deltarune

generation loss

moon knight

inscryption

you should:

be mutuals with me

hi :)

[therealraewest]

Marc Spector being a bundle of self-hatred and contradictions and convinced he has to do things by himself or he's going to lose what little he's managed to claim as his own

And being told that he IS worthy by one of the people he's so desperate not to lose

[cheapbourbon]

Lyla, Play Frank Sinatra.

[bluemoonperegrine]

One Giant Leap - Part I

This is a silly yet angsty one-shot in the Hallmark by Knight universe that combines an idea @vicarious-rebel and I had kicked around with Jake being the one to finally tell Jack about the system's DID. This isn't how it will go down in HbK canon. It's an AU to the AU, if you will.

Translations of the handful of Spanish phrases are at the end.

Jack frowned on his perch atop the Giant Dipper, the old wooden rollercoaster he hadn’t ridden since the whole family had visited Belmont Park when he and Lissa were teenagers. Mostly to distract from his urge to help Marc, he said through his balaclava to the mic clipped on his T-shirt, “Bebé, this isn’t natural.” 

The spiky creature the size of a tractor trailer got its webbed feet under itself as Moon Knight, grass-stained and soaked from fighting in Bonita Cove, flew straight at it. A Bluetooth earpiece carried Marc’s reply. “YA THINK?!?” 

Marc slammed into the beast, sending both of them into the miniature windmill of an already mostly trashed mini-golf course. Authorities had evacuated the area an hour earlier, when the monster had lumbered out of the Pacific. One of Marc’s contacts had alerted him, which immediately changed their plans for the day.

“Frogs can’t tolerate salt water,” Jack informed his partner, who probably wasn’t listening because the giant frog had wrapped its long tongue around him. “Bebé! Let me—”

“No!” Marc cried as he took to the air again despite his pinned arms. The tongue pulled taut but held, pulling a thrashing Moon Knight toward its gaping maw. “Stay safe!”

Finally! Jack thought, half sliding and half climbing down the ladder he’d used to get to the rollercoaster’s peak. “Stay safe” had a lot more wiggle room than “Stay there.” Although Khonshu would bring Marc back from death, Jack wasn’t about to stand back and watch his partner die if he could intervene.

The earpiece carried increasingly frantic cries as Jack neared the bottom of the ladder with his back turned to the fight in progress. With twenty feet left to go, Jack pushed off the ladder, twisting around in mid-air and hoping to find Marc breaking free.

The monster’s wide mouth snapped shut on white cape as Jack’s feet hit the ground. Wet, stomach-turning noises replaced Marc’s screams. 

Jack's wolf side roused, furious and lethal, and he found himself at a dead run aimed at the predator. His halves had reached an unspoken agreement: his human mind was needed to save his mate. If that was unsuccessful, he’d bite and slash and kill as the wolf.

With forty feet between him and his target, Jack jumped a custodian’s cart, grabbing a broom along the way. The broom head was useless, but the handle could skewer the monster’s eyes.

Twenty feet.

The huge amphibian turned and trudged east, toward the cove’s sandy shore.

Holding the broom overhead, Jack leaped while roaring as best he could with human vocal cords. A similar cry sounded in his ear—one he hadn’t heard since the Tecate mission—as the wooden pole pierced a tire-sized eyeball. Then the frog’s enormous webbed foot lashed out and Jack was hurtling backwards. He hit the ground hard and rolled.

With the gory sounds of a brawl straight out of a horror movie in his ear, Jack looked up to find the frog writhing from something within. 

The sound of blood rushing in his ears nearly swamped out what he heard from the earpiece. He murmured, “Bebé?”

The frog’s mouth opened and poured out blood.

“Más o menos,” Marc gasped.

Half of a gold crescent blade jabbed through the creature’s flesh and slashed a wide arc. The frog bellowed as blood and bile flowed, then collapsed.

The wireless earpiece carried Marc’s panting and swearing in Spanish as he pushed through the cut he’d made through the monster.

Beaming, Jack rushed up to him, wishing he could take off his balaclava and Marc could remove his bloody cowl and mask. Although no people were around, surveillance cameras surely were, not to mention the helicopters and drones overhead.

“Corazón,” Jack sighed as he wrapped his arms around his partner despite the ichor. Marc’s hug seemed hesitant; he must be injured. 

Jack let go and took a step back, noticing how the suit’s mask and some of the linen wrappings were now black instead of their usual white. Chuckling, he said, “Being swallowed by a giant frog inspired a new look?”

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[ This isn't a scene break. I need to get some work done, is all. I was inspired, so I banged this out. ]

bebé = baby Más o menos = More or less corazón = darling, dear (literally "heart")

[catcas22]

Prince of Death Context-Free Spoilers

(Raya Lucaria edition)

[therealmofamorus]

Crossover Crack Ship: Jaakoto/Karc/Jupiter Knight/Trust and Chivalry/Sincere Heart

Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter:

Jaune Arc:

[zprite-x]

I did that one other trend

Kind of a sequel to this post which was also another trend

Sorbet eated a neuron

[ghostly-wisteria-tea]

616 Marc: Khonshu, I know your listening. Make yourself useful and get me to sleep.

616 Khonshu: ... (proceeds to do just that)

-----

616 Marc: Khonshu, I know your listening. Make yourself useful and get me to sleep.

my AU-MCU Khonshu, somehow linked and taken the place of 616 Khonshu:...Where is your bed?

Marc: Wha...(Suddenly stands up)

Khonshu: Your bed. Humans sleep on surfaces that don't give them backpain. So where is your bed.

Marc:...your, your actually listening?

Khonshu: Of course I'm listening. Your the one who called me, so where is your sleeping quarters. And your sleep wear? Your out of duty now so you should at least take off the suit. It's unhygienic to wear battle armor to sleep.

Marc: Hygiene?... Since do when you care about that?! You know what? Just get me to sleep.

Khonshu: ...I'm in jail not some instant sleeping pill Spector. At least change to something more comfortable than a suit the worm wears.

Marc: Worm? You wear this suit!

Khonshu: I'm talking about Steven Grant. And take off that mask. Unless you want me to do it for you but I'm in jail right now.

Marc: It's your fault you are in jail in the first place, so get me to sleep right now!

Khonshu: Oh, You want me to help you go to sleep? Get a proper bed first! And change to something that won't give you a rash in the morning! How long have you been wearing that mask? For the love of Mut, take it off when you sleep! It's battle armor not sleepwear. I got send away for 5 minutes and suddenly you don't know how to change your clothes? Your 40 not 4 years old. Learn! To! bath! You call yourself my priest but don't practice hygiene?! All priest are required to practice basic hygiene you idiot! If you don't take a haircut right now, I am going to break out of Asgard myself just to give you a fucking bath with the strongest soap in the cosmos can find. Consequences be damned! And get a glass of milk while you're at it! Maybe even learn some meditate if you cannot sleep, because I can't with your constant whining!

Marc: ...You wouldn't dare. Khonshu: (super pissed right now.)

--- A creaking noise from above was Marc's only warning when a fully assembled Ikea bed crashed through the ceiling and lands loudly next to Marc, who jumps back in surprise and just stares at the bed as it caused dust to scatter in the air, before settling down.---

Khonshu: Here's your fucking bed you overgrown toddler. Now get some fucking sleep!

Marc: Whe...where did you get that from? (Points at the bed in disbelief)

Khonshu: I'm a god you dick. The sheets are 100% Egyptian cotton and scented with lavender that can help promote sleep. You will lay down on that right now and close your eyes, or I will drop something even bigger than a bed. Like my actual fist to knock you out, I'll even bring my Asgardian cell with me. And these chains are very, very heavy.

---

Marc just stares at the new bed in disbelief, and shock. When he called on Khonshu, he didn't expect the god to actually answer back. But he is more surprised at the tone, Khonshu sounded pissed. The voice and reverb are the same, but something is different. Very different.

Now he has a new functioning bed in his empty room, and a hole in the ceiling.

Marc didn't want to touch the bed, thinking that it might be a delusion. He didn't eat dinner, or lunch, or anything for that day so it might be a hallucination from the hunger. But the sound feels real, the room shook like something actually crashed through it. He can even smell a faint whiff of lavender, just like what Khonshu said.

The bed looks way to real to not be a hallucination, and Marc remembers Khonshu's threat.

Marc already knew that Khonshu is real, the whole Avengers saw the god. And even though he sent the god to jail, the idea that Khonshu will try to break out just because Marc won't sleep on a proper bed is too ridiculous to believe.

Not as ridiculous as having a bed literally crash through the ceiling and get nagged at by the god Marc punched in the face.

The man is just too tired and sleep-deprived to care right now. Carefully he sat down on the bed's mattress. Which is way softer than he expected, but also firm in a way that it won't swallow your butt.

Now fully convinced that the bed is real, he lifted his legs and laid down facing up. Looking through the hole in the ceiling and saw the hole extends all the way to the building roof, showing a small view of the night sky.

And of course, Marc can see the small round disk of the full moon. It looks faint though, not as bright as he remembers. Like it isn't fully formed yet and just a shadow of what it is.

Yet looking at it, he can feel his eyelids feel grow heavy whether he wants to or not. He took in the lavender scented sheets until his mind finally fell into silence as mental and physical exhaustion took its toll on him.

[knightscanfeeltoo]

This is me Shipping Gwyndolin and Oscar of Astora Together and Still Pretending they Live "Happily Ever After"...

(instead of actually replaying dark souls 3 again or trying out new souls-like games like elden ring, the lies of p and lords of the fallen because i'm done...)

[age-of-moonknight]

Night Moves. Marvel Superheroes: Official Game Adventure (Vol. 1/1990), pg. 19.

Designer: Anthony Herring; Editor: Karen S. Boomgarden; Illustrator: John Statema

[artistic-lightcycle]

Jack O'Neill: I'm here to kill your god

Marc Spector: But Khonshu is-

Jack O'Neill: No. No, it's happening.

[cheapbourbon]

It’s a blazing 107 where I live right now, I’ve had nothing to drink but Smirnoff ice and haven’t slept in 30 hours- have some more sappy Jake Lockley/Miguel O’Hara art.

Bonus tiny Bird-Dad with his moon.