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spicyboelives · 2 days
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Moon Knight Sketches from 2023
Going based on the votes of my recent post ima be uploading my old MK MCU art first :)
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board-tonight · 7 hours
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two-quickly-trip · 2 days
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ohanaya-mkn · 1 day
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THE MEDIATOR AND THE INSTIGATOR.
(moon system) marc spector x reader — angst
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summary. you and marc have been casually dating for a while now, though he finds it hard to admit his feelings. steven fronts to comfort you after a tiny argument, and he finds it hard to contain his own feelings towards you
word count. 1290
wrote this to get me out of a writers block and did a spinning wheel to help. so here we are, enjoy the slight heartache x
With Marc, things weren't always so straightforward. Either things were dramatised and blown beyond proportion or, on the contrary, brushed under the carpet and ignored. It was tricky to find a plain levelling road between you.
You've been seeing each other casually for the last several months, and it was still so hard to pull a genuine emotional response from Marc. Just something to let you know he felt the same way as you, just something to let you know you were both going in the same direction.
He kept his feelings behind a stoic wall, never wanting to allow someone the opportunity to jump it. Although sometimes, he would show small snippets of his feelings towards you - doing something cute and instantly brushing it off with a casual, throwaway comment: a singular flower on your pillow in the morning or your favourite snack stocked in the cupboards, for him to then say he doesn't know how it got there.
It's little things like these that you desperately clung to, tiny moments that gave you hope.
You often felt a continuous spiral of confusion revolving around your own feelings. In your heart, you knew you wanted to give things a genuine go with Marc, but that lingering thought remained intact in the forefront of your mind. The thought that you shouldn't have to convince someone to be with you - that you should never have to force someone to want you.
You had stayed over Marc's last night, and you woke this morning to an empty bed and a flower resting on your phone atop the nightstand. You smile at the singular red rose and sit up, placing your hand on Marc's side of the mattress - feeling how warm it is. He must've been up a while because the sheets were stone cold.
Scooching across the bed, you stand and slip on your pyjama bottoms - walking out of the bedroom to locate Marc. Within a few quick moments, you find him sitting at the kitchen table - a bowl in front. He gives you a short nod, lips forming an ever-so-faint smile when you get closer.
He was distancing himself again.
"Morning," you say, walking past him. You grab a bowl from the cupboard and a spoon from the drawer and go to sit opposite him, filling your dish with the cereal on the table. "Do you want to do something today?" you ask, pouring the milk into your bowl.
"Can't. I have plans," he says, tone like that of dismissal. He stands, picking up his bowl to place it in the sink - leaving you again.
You nod, sadly smiling as you prod your spoon into the floating flakes. "What about after?" you offer, trying again.
"I'll let you know," he murmurs, barely looking over his shoulder, heading for the bedroom.
You sigh, feeling frustrated. Moments like these undid all the progress between you. Everything you worked so hard towards - gone. You no longer felt like eating your breakfast, and as the seconds passed, you stayed there at the empty table, staring at the pieces of cereal growing soggy.
You hear scuffling from the other room, presumably from Marc getting ready for the day - you hear muffled talking, though no words are cohesive enough for you to pick up on. You sit there, silently debating what to do. One part was begging to barge into the room and force him into talking. The other part had the urge to get up and leave.
You decide partially on the latter and stand from your seat at the table, walking across his apartment and into his bedroom. You knock firmly at the ajar door, peering your head through the gap.
"I need to get my clothes. Can I come in?" you ask, tone pointed.
He hums faintly, the floorboards creaking under his weight as he moves to pull on the handle - letting you in.
Keeping your eyes away from his direction, you walk around his bed and collect your things - throwing everything in your overnight bag.
"Where are you going?" Marc questions, halting in his placement by the dresser.
"Home," you reply shortly, continuing to pack your belongings. You undress and put on what you wore last night when you came over - throwing your sweats back on.
"Why?" he asks, voice far more gentle than those moments before in the kitchen.
You ignore his questioning and shove on your shoes. But Marc is quick to notice your attempts to leave, so he moves to stand in front of the bedroom door - blocking it.
Your head cocks to the side as you sigh, unamused by his sudden care. You step forward, hoping that he'll take the hint and step aside, though he doesn't.
"Why?" he repeats, his tone just as desperate - maybe even more so.
"I don't feel welcome here, I just want to go home," you reply honestly, gesturing for him to move. "We'll talk about it another day, just not now."
"Let's talk about it now," he prompts, eyes soft as he focuses on you. It was clear he didn't want you leaving him, especially right now.
"You never want to talk about anything."
"I want to now."
"What? When I'm trying to leave? That's when you care?"
He stills, his expression firming. Unknowingly you hit a sore spot. "Yeah, go on, then. Leave. Everyone else does, anyway," he sneers, moving from the door - walking to stand in his previous spot in front of the dresser.
You pause, taken aback by his comment. Does he not know how hard you've tried with him? How patient you have been?
"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask turning to face him, voice firm and frustrated.
He's focused on the mirror ahead, looking at himself - muttering things to the other person in the reflection.
You linger in your spot, waiting for Marc to say something. Though he never does.
"Alright?" he greets - the face is the same, but the accent is not.
"Steven?" you question, your tone far softer now.
He hums, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, patting beside him. You follow suit, sitting next to him - hand beside his.
"He's trying," Steven says, speaking like the mediator. "He just finds it... hard."
You nod. You understood, you understood it all. You knew of his past, and why he is the way he is - and that's why you were always so patient with him. It wasn't his fault. It's just how he is, the way he grew up. You were just hoping that by now, he'd be comfortable enough to let you in the same way you did him. If there is no trust, how ever can it work?
"I just wish..." you pause, twisting around to face Steven. "I wish he was honest with me— you are," you pick up his hand, holding it in yours. "You're honest."
He sighs faintly with a soft shake of the head, retracting his hand from your hold. "Give him a chance— just one more, yeah?"
You awkwardly place your hands on your lap, moving them away from Steven.
"Marc loves you, you know. He really does," he says, voice gentle, his face wounded. He diverts from your gaze, turning away to look at the mirror. "He just can't admit it to himself."
You follow his eyeline, trying to see what he sees, but he's quick to turn back around - his gaze now locked on you beside him. He's quiet as he places his palm over your knee, the warmth and touch familiar like all those times before - it's Marc.
"I'm ready to talk now."
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never wrote them together before/ part of the moon system, scary shit
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potatowilde · 1 day
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🌙 MY MK SKETCH BOOK 🌙⁠
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Bed ridden the last two days but slowly recovering on soup and sleep. Anybody else got Khonsu + illness headcanons? Doubt even he can fix this cold.
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Day 4 of Characters That Are Definitely Queer but Comics Won’t Let Them Be:
Moon Knight
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nkp1981 · 3 days
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Oscar Isaac, 2021
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age-of-moonknight · 21 hours
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“What If Venom Bonded to Moon Knight?” What If…? Venom (Vol. 1/2024), #5.
Writer: Jeremy Holt; Pencilers and Inkers: Jesús Hervás and Geraldo Borges; Colorist: Ceci de la Cruz; Letterer: Ariana Maher
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casinocarpediem · 1 day
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IM FUCKING CUMMING BRO
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annmaximoff18 · 3 days
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Y/N: When's the last time you slept?
Steven: Uh... a few days ago, I think.
Y/N: A few- how many?!
Steven: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...
Y/N: What you need is sleep!
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iolaussharpe-24 · 21 hours
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Oscar Isaac 1/16th Scale Figures
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Bonus! Nightmare fuel I found on eBay!
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*ok, but what is Jake's stragle?*
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guardianspirits13 · 1 year
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lets just say that they would *not* get along
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oh-tobeafrog · 7 months
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ok… imagine a moon knight and daredevil crossover where dd has no issues fighting the invisible jackals because the dude cant see shit anyway. moon knight is like “you can see them??” and matt, not wanting to reveal his blindness but having no idea theyre invisible, is just like “yeah i can see of course i can see”
moon knight then assumes dd is an avatar of an egyptian god. bc what else? so, naturally, moon knight asks “what god do you serve?”
“jesus”
“what??”
“im catholic?”
“what???”
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aphrcdites · 1 year
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“not all men”
you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.
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