#marc scepter

[fabseg-reader]

I have some Cerisette sketches. This time, happens in a fairy tale AU.

From left to right: Marinette (Knight), Cerise (Witch/Deviless/Demon Queen) and Adrien ("Princess"*)

*he's a boy

This is the "confrontation" scene.

The Knight Marinette is come to the castle for free the Princess Adrien but she must face Cerise the Witch Deviless and newly owner of the castle (the previous was the "Witch" Gabriel but he's dead (see at the bottom of the post)).

Princess Adrien is the witness/spectator of the battle (In VIP position).

Marinette is planifying her 131st raid/attempt (all the previouses had failed).

The strong fact: Cerise has never tried to eliminate Marinette unlike to the other knights who terribly failed their raids. She has just repelled her. It's because Marinette has managed to dodge all the traps in the castle.

This time, the Knight and the Witch Deviless make a Tie. The two opponents have their weapons (Marinette: Sword and Shield; Cerise: Magical Scepter) both destroyed.

In next moment, Cerise congratulates Marinette and declares Adrien is released from his captivity. The Princess Boy is surprised he can leave the castle (despite the fact Marinette haven't entered to the Adrien's tower room yet).

Cerise doesn't seem interested about continue to fight Marinette. The Deviless comes closer to the Knight and pins her to the wall with a flirtatous tone. First time, Marinette doesn't understand the Cerise's behavior.

Suddenly, Cerise offers a request to Marinette: To accept her wedding confession/to marry her.

During the battles moments in the past, the Deviless Cerise had developped a little crush on the Knight Marinette.

Bonus:

This is the first meeting between Marinette/Knight and Cerise/Witch Deviless.

Cerise hasn't just overthrown Gabriel the Witch (and Adrien's gaoler). She has killed him. When Marinette the Knight has finally entered to the throne room, she is confused and shortly horrified to see the recently murdered Gabriel's bloody corpse who is empaled on many objects. Cerise and Gabriel had previously a fight against each other and Cerise had won.

Marinette had worked her Knight's skills during her trainings. She became the champion of the Kingdom after winning the tournament. She prepared herself to defeat the Witch Gabriel and to rescue Adrien. And now, a new Witch (a Demon girl) she had never seen yet is standing up in front of her.

But Cerise turns her interest about the new "visitor". She sits down on the Gabriel's throne, poses like a Femme Fatale (Basic Instinct vibes) and invites Marinette to come closer to her with a finger gesture (the Deviless Cerise's hands are like Dragon claws and her fingers are claws).

Marinette/Knight: Who are you ? 🤨

Cerise/Witch Deviless: I am the Demon Queen Cerise. The witch Deviless. But you can name me Cerise. 😉😘

Concerning the Adrien's fate:

Marinette/Knight: What happens with the Princess Adrien ? Do you free him from the Witch ? 🤨

Cerise/Witch Deviless: I wouldn't say "free", more like, under new management. 😉😈

I let you find some ideas for how can be happened in the next moment.

I just taken the idea from the Gabriel Agreste episode (4.09). The illustrations of Marc and Nathaniel have been used as models for this sketches.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #fairy tale au #fairy tale universe #sketch #marinette dupain cheng #cerise #lila rossi/cerise #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #cerisette #lilanette #my art #knight marinette #princess adrien #witch gabriel #witch deviless cerise #devil cerise #megamind reference

[msweebyness]

Mirrorverse Snippet- The Fair Sea Witch

Here’s a little moment Sparky and I RP’ed for the MV universe with Mylensula! This takes place after Marc’s Mirrorverse short! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

A scream of fury rips through the room as objects of varying size are lashed about with whips of Mylensula’s tentacles, her pale purple face having taken on an unflattering red hue.

“AAAAARGH! It's not fair! What does that imbecilic little songbird have that I don't?! What makes her so much fairer than me?!”, the sea witch howled, hearing that blasted mirror say that spineless princess was the fairest over and over in her head. It made no sense! It was then that she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Not a thing in the world, dearest Mylene! You surpass her in every way!”, Juleficent soothed, rubbing her friend’s shoulders, “You’re the most feared sorceress in the seas after all!”

“She's some waifish little hippie, but you, you are a goddess!”, YzAlya then chimed in, giving one of her tentacles a comforting pat, “And I don't waste my time with ugly people, you know this.”

“But the magic mirror can never tell a lie! And it said she is the fairest of this world.”, Mylensula pouted, crossing her arms, “Marc is the fairest in our world, not me, so her beauty surpasses my own!”

“Oh Mylene, you know that blasted shard is biased in favor of those who do deeds seen as 'good'.”, Juleficent placated, her lip curling with disgust as she put the finger quotes around the last word.

The sea witch nodded reluctantly, but still didn’t seem quite convinced, when she felt a familiar and comforting pair of bulky arms hug her from behind. She smiled and let out a soft giggle as she felt her Spookums nuzzle the back of her neck.

“She ain't got nothin' on you, Pun'Kin! Yer the purtiest li’l thing to ever come outta the oceans, don't let that hunk'a glass tell ya otherwise!”, Ivan Oogie rumbled, Mylensula blushing as she turned and hid her face in his chest, and YzAlya gained a devious grin.

“You know... if you removed Little Miss Rosy Cheeks from the picture, then YOU'D be the fairest Mylene in the land.”, the potions master said slyly, tapping her fingers together.

“I'd like to, believe me. But you saw what Ice King did when our Marc threatened her. It seems they're rather protective of that squeaky-voiced twit.”, Mylensula pouted, remembering the ice barrage from earlier. The Mistress of all Evil then smiled wickedly.

“Trust us, darling, we'll find a way to get past their defenses. Isn't that right, Ivan? Wouldn't you do ANYTHING to make your ‘Pun’Kin’ happy?”, Juleficent purred, fingering the orb of her scepter.

“Don't you worry, darlin'.”, Ivan Oogie said, scooping his sea witch up into his arms, “We're gonna find a way to get rid'a all these 'heroes. That little chipmunk and her hunchback freak won't stand a chance against us!”

And with that, the four villains began to laugh maniacally. Man, that was always cathartic!

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #class of heroes #class of villainy #mirrorverse #mylensula

[pendragon-writes]

𝒮𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈? 𝒜𝒹𝑜𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈.

Marc Spector x Avatar!Teen!Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Part 1/2

Next (Coming soon)

TW: Typical Vigilante/Marvel Violence, Bullying, Mentions of Blood

AN: I am not too familiar with their personality I want to apologize if I accidentally made them OOC. Also, I do not have DID so if I interpreted anything wrong please let me know ASAP

Well, this wasn't exactly the plan. Sure the plan may have been to infiltrate this very fancy auction but it wasn't your intention for a shootout to start. Quickly you turned to Anubis awaiting his instructions. "Now what?" He turned to you and motioned to the window behind the stolen artifact. "Grab the artifact and jump through that window". You sighed, quietly wondering how high the drop would be. "Well can you at least tell me if I can land on anything there?" Anubis walked to the window to see a pickup truck with tons of rugs in the back, when he returned to you he responded. That was the only confirmation you needed.

As you leaped forward you knocked one of the men down with a baton and the other with a random champagne glass. There were two more guards who were reloading their guns, if you made a run for it you could break the glass and jump to the truck. Just as you grabbed the artifact you noticed a man with curly dark hair and a black shirt watching as you broke the glass with your bo staff, threw a smoke bomb, and jumped. Once you landed you turned your head to see the man from before watching you from the broken window with the moon god himself Khonshu.

Marc Pov

He looked down from his spot as he watched the mysterious masked Avatar get away with what appeared to be a Jackal man. "That masked guy was an avatar right, Khonshu?" he asked him. Khonshu grumbled confirming his suspicions, muttering something about him being the god of death and being named Anubis. Since there was nothing he could do since Anubi's avatar was long gone.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

It was the next day and his hunt continued, after searching endlessly he spotted the masked person entering a building with a shadow that appeared to look like a dog not far behind. Apparently, this specific building they were breaking into was another auction but this one had the 'Sekhem scepter'. Khonshu, much to Marc's displeasure, commanded him to identify the avatar once and for all.

As Marc was about to enter Steven interjected through a window from a shop nearby. "Don't you think it's strange, I mean they seem to also be an avatar, and not just any avatar its Anubis himself!" Steven started to go on a mini info drop of the god and Marc zoned him out after a few minutes. "Hey, are you listening this is crucial!" Steven yelled. "Yeah, Anubis is the god of death so what, I can deal with it," Marc remarked. "Deal with it- Do we even know who the avatar is for all we know it could be this super powerful person with powers to summon the dead, with all these avengers and new heroes popping out we're bound to have an encounter with them" As Steven was about to add more they saw the masked person walking out with the scepter on their back and their staff on their right hand. Marc quickly rose up from his spot and shifted to Moonknight.

Once he caught up to the person they began to fight one on one, as he continued trying to throw blow after blow his moves kept on being blocked and dodged, some landing. Just as he was about to back off he was knocked down and pinned to the floor. He easily stood back up and tackled the person, ripping off their mask in the process. "Wait your just a kid?!" Marc Yelled. "Actually I'm 17, so not a kid," The now identified teen remarked. As the teen glared at him he suddenly raised his eyes.

"Dad? Nah I'm just playing with you my dad is out of the country with his secretary. You were interesting to talk to I'll give you that Moonknight but unfortunately I have a schedule I need to stick with," he used his legs to kick Marc off, put back on his mask, and jumped off the building. "Shit"

°。°。°。°。°。°。

It was a week since they last encountered them. As Marc went to feed Gus 3.0, he heard a loud crash and a lot of curse words being shouted. This quickly alarmed him so he grabbed his trusty knife and rushed to the scene. When he arrived he noticed a teenager around the age of 17 with a bleeding leg and arm. "The hell are you doing here?" He yelled at the teen. "I was being chased by these 2 guys and needed a place to hide, you don't mind do you" The teen said, shyly smiling. Marc sighed and went to the bathroom. "Stay there kid, and don't move a muscle".

When Marc returned he came back with a first aid kit and a vegan sandwich. "Here kid eat up while I patch you up, once you're done eating I want you to explain everything that happened" He instructed. The teen chuckled and nodded, and took a bite out of the sandwich.

Once he was patching him up he gingerly sat him on the couch and put on a random documentary. As Marc was about to prepare some tea he turned around and was slightly startled when he realized that same teen was no longer on the couch but instead leaning on the counter. "Holy shit- kid you scared me," "You know after feeding me and stuff I should probably now tell you my name and why I'm here" the teen ignored the fact that he clearly freaked Marc out.

"Well my name is (Y/n) and this is what happened, I was just reading my book on this tree right when all of a sudden these 2 guys came and started chucking rocks at me. I think they were guys in my class cause they looked familiar and I knew these 2 girls who I think were dating them cause they shouted to 'Leave their girls alone and that they belonged to them', and before I knew it I was being chased by them, that's when I climbed up some buildings, found your place, and broke in. Sorry about the window, I'll get that cleaned and replaced" Marc sighed at this explanation and gave the teen one of the cups. "It's fine, don't worry about that window. Do you think you'll be safe to head back?" "Probably not," The teen sadly chuckled. "Okay how about this, I walk you back since it's already getting late and tomorrow I teach you some self-defense?" Marc suggested.

"That sounds great! Thank you..." "Marc" he filled in. "Marc. Thank you Marc" the teen smiled for once. "Alright and I have a few rules before I agree to do this, one, don't come in through the window anymore, two, no scaring me like that, and three, come with a staff, you'll see why for that one tomorrow. For now, I'll walk you home"

As the two of them walked together Steven and Jake both teased the poor man whilst (Y/n) kicked a small pebble on their way back.

An: part 2 still a wip💀

#marvel x male reader #teen!reader #teen!male reader #marvel x teen!reader #x male reader #male reader #x male!reader #male!reader #x teen!reader #marc spector x male reader #marc specter x teen!reader #avatar reader

[saikokirakira]

Broken Curse (pt. 3 of 3)

word count: 1.7k (mostly just resolution so it isn't that long...)

a/n: i said to myself that i wasn't going to be that author, but i totally am. so in the past months, i started this new job (entirely WFH babyyy) and i lost two grandparents in less than half a year.

anyway, my sleep schedule is totally reversed now because of work, so expect sudden updates at weird times. i don't post anything else here other than blurbs and actual updates, so if you wanna read stuff as soon as i drop them, feel free to turn on notifications.

considering my current situation, i feel like this was just right to post. it was actually sitting in my draft for months. it'll be bittersweet and full of goodbyes.

warnings: not proofread; i make steven even more BIG SAD; violence and death; ANGST (grab some tissues maybe?); non-canon Philippine mythology and the afterlife; non-canon depiction of babaylans (Filipino shamans); jake lockley peek-a-boo

When Steven woke up in their body, he felt the pain in their chest, but the bullets were no longer there. You were right. You made it easier for Steven and Marc to come back to the living realm.

And right next to them were your lifeless body.

The sight alone was enough to pull Steven to the front and break down as he pulled your body in his arms. Marc could only watch from the reflection of the water, guilt bubbling in his stomach that Steven wasn’t able to say goodbye and woke up to this. It wasn’t fair.

A rush of air blew inside the tomb, and Steven looked up to see Khonshu looking down at them. They could be mistaken, but Khonshu almost looked solemn at the sight of your corpse in the arms of a heartbroken Steven. With Khonshu, it was always impossible to tell, but Marc was grateful at the brief moment of silence the moon god gave Steven with you.

“Steven, buddy, we have to go,” Marc gently urged from the reflection of the water.

Almost as if Steven wanted to disappear from the grief, Marc experienced the quickest switch back to his body. He knew Steven was hurting, but he knew that it was something to deal later once Ammit was stopped. He also wanted to keep Steven from what you told him before you parted ways from the Duat.

It was better Steven didn’t know what your plans was once you release Bakunawa back in the living realm.

~

They were losing. No doubt about it. Ammit and Harrow had grown far too strong with all the souls they consumed. Layla, now donned in Taweret’s armor, could only do so much to protect the civilians, while Marc and Steven held off Harrow from wreaking more havoc on Cairo. But damn if they were going down without a fight.

“Young Randall’s life would’ve been saved!” Harrow taunted, blasting him from Ammit’s scepter. The force of the hit dropped Marc to the ground, yet Harrow was relentless. “Your family could’ve been happy! She would’ve lived!”

The words hurt, but Marc knew the truth now. Steven was with him to remind him of that. Even if they were to lose, Marc wouldn’t be alone. He was never alone.

Marc and Steven watched from the distance as Ammit overpowered Khonshu and brought him to his knees. He looked at Layla desperately trying to shield herself from the bullets shot at her by Harrow’s followers. At that same moment, Khonshu’s armor could only take too much and began cracking from the assault of Harrow’s sceptre.

It was over.

Amidst the fear and helplessness, a brief second of silence filled the air before a flurry of green, blue, and golden lights, blasting the sky with multiple exploding auroras. The magnificence of the sight was enough to pause all the fighting from Harrow, from his men, and from Ammit. A deafening shrill roar echoed through the glowing night sky, loud enough to send shivers down everyone’s spines.

Another long silence filled the battlefield, but the tension was set enough for Marc to catch his breath and Harrow to ready his grip on his scepter as he searched the sky for a target. The target first appeared in the form of an elusive silhouette almost slithering through the lights. As the mysterious figure made its way from the distant desert to the city, it gradually grew giant in size. Where it moved, the auroras seemed to follow it, the iridescent streaks of lights flowing through the shadows like water.

The lights passed above them in the city, and Marc could make out rumbling from the sky like an incoming thunderstorm was quickly approaching. The auroras stopped right above the Pyramid, swirling like a hurricane would. Suddenly, it stopped for a split second before it imploded in on itself, sending out a blinding light that even Ammit and Khonshu turned their heads away.

Another shrill roar broke through the sky, and the blast of light revealed itself to be a gigantic menacing dragon floating above the Pyramid. Bakunawa in his true form. He flew down to the very top of the Pyramid and sent another threatening roar in Ammit’s face.

At that moment, the fight was back on. With a loud shout, Harrow tried to drive is scepter into Marc’s body again, but this time, with a renewed resolve, he was going to fight back twice as harder. It probably worked…

… since Harrow was already incapacitated by the time he woke back up.

~

“Well, it’s not so bad now, is it?” you asked cheekily, sitting by the riverbank of the spiritual river, Lalangban.

“You say that now,” Sidapa said glumly, choosing to stay far away from the river and closer to the tree line, “but the gods will want their answers.”

“He didn’t deserve to be destroyed. He deserved far worse than that. Not what after he did to Bakunawa, to Mayari.”

When you had surrendered your spirit to Sidapa back at the Duat, you were surprised that instead of going back inside to face the Filipino moon god, he went to the moon instead. As it turned out, Libulan had not only blessed Mayari’s sister to destroy Bakunawa and curse him. The curse he set upon Bakunawa was bound on Mayari’s soul – her soul that he also cursed to be stuck on the moon, forever in agony, forever searching for her also-cursed half, the true reason why he desperately sought out the moon.

Once Sidapa was able to free her, most of Bakunawa’s sanity as well as his powers returned.

“Indeed, but to leave him to the judgment of the other gods, his family,we risk for him leaving unscathed and wreaking more havoc,” Sidapa argued. “It was the only way to break the curse, and now, Bakunawa is fighting Ammit as we speak.”

“Which god will come after me?” you asked, turning back on the river to face Sidapa. Even at a distance, his towering figure was still prominent. Libulan’s defeat also broke the curse inflicted on him, and Sidapa can once again freely roam the other realms than being stuck in Lalangban to deliver souls to Magwayen, which had earned him the title “God of Death” for centuries.

All because of his love and compassion for mortals when he used to be the god of Fate and Destiny.

Once he had been freed, the scars and tallies on his body had faded and his monstrous horns shifted into a crown with similar ten varied branches as its arches. The only thing that remained was his mask that he had chosen to keep on, despite it not magically fused in his face anymore. You had your suspicions that he no longer wished to share his infamous beauty to any being, god or mortal, ever again to avoid any altercations with people like Libulan.

“Did you hear me?” you asked again when Sidapa didn’t reply.

Instead, the masked god pointed behind you, and you couldn’t help but groan out your complaint.

“What ever happened to good manners?” you muttered, turning around then immediately paling at the goddess in front of you. She stood in a small rowboat, dressed in a black cloak and shrouded in a dark violet veil. The rowboat she stood on was small, seemingly enough to carry only two passengers, but it was not discreet at all. The dark wood was incredibly rich that it was almost black, and the intricate carving on its body was no less fit for a primordial goddess.

Magwayen.

“So, you do know who I am,” Magwayen stated, her voice calm. “I offer you my sincerest apologies for the pain my family has cost you in your lifetime.”

The tension in your body almost dissipated from her words alone, but then she continued.

“But you did conspire to murder a god, my grandson. Not only that, you released Bakunawa in his true form in the mortal realm. These are grave crimes, child, and I’m afraid I cannot give you passage through the river into Paradise.”

“I already knew that. I’ve made my peace with it,” you told her, casually shrugging to hide how scare you actually were. “I have no regrets releasing Bakunawa if it meant saving lives back in the mortal realm. I’ve made my bed, now I must lie in it.”

Magwayen hummed as if she was taking in your words. “I have raised Sidapa to be one of my own,” she began, glancing at said deity, “just as my daughter raised Bakunawa as one of her own, as Libulan’s brother.

“I thank you for saving them,” Magwayen said. “To show my gratitude, I will send you back to the mortal realm. If I am not mistaken, you left before your time.” She glanced at Sidapa who nodded to confirm.

You gasped in surprise. “Thank you.”

Magwayen raised a hand to stop you. “I’m not finished,” she said. “I’m sure you know what the price is when you summon Bakunawa in his true form… if you ever attempt to do it again. Your physical body will be torn apart.”

You nodded.

“Since you now also possess Sidapa’s blessing, you can always return to your human form. It will be painful, but Sidapa can extend your life that way.”

“But?”

“The situation regarding your soul in the afterlife will remain the same,” Sidapa continued. “You will return here when your time comes, unable to move on to Paradise.”

“I can never see my mothers? Ever?”

You could’ve been mistaken, but Magwayen almost looked as heartbroken for you behind her dark veil. “I’m sorry, my child,” she said. “The gods forbid you to set foot on Paradise.”

“But…” Sidapa spoke up, staring into your forlorn face. His purple eyes seemed to glow even brighter. “They are proud of you. Always have been, always will be.” A raven flew over his shoulder to perch on yours.

You watched it carefully as it stared at you with its uncommonly dark amethyst eyes. When it finally opened its beak and sang, you couldn’t stop the tears anymore. It was the same lullaby.

The one you grew up listening. The one Yatzil sang to calm the curse. The one Mayari sang for Bakunawa.

Lasting for what almost felt like split seconds, the song lulled to a stop, and the crow transformed into two black butterflies, slightly larger than any you seen before. Under the light, their fluttering wings shimmered a hint of amethyst. One landed on your cheek while the other perched on the tip of your nose. Each flutter of their wings felt like a kiss on your cheeks, and to your dismay, they soon had to leave.

“Goodbye,” you whispered to the wind that seemed to carry them further down the riverbend.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #layla el faouly x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #bakunawa!reader #bakunawa au #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Chaos is a Friend of Mine (3)

a/n: hey everyone! I'm so happy that this series has gotten so much love, I really appreciate it!! If you're seeing this and you haven't read the first two chapters they can be found here: 1 2 or masterlist, just so everyone knows, i am now in summer break so if you requested a fic and i haven't posted it yet, it will be in the span of a week! also, SUIT SUIT SUIT i wish i was good at drawing to show you what im envisioning for Y/N's suit but sadly, i have the talent of an evolved potato drawing upside down in space. i am also introducing an OC either in this part or the next so hopefully you guys will like her! taglist: @nyx-aira @musicconversedance @fantasttick @paymeinkash @beautifulbows924 @elius-learns-to-write @some-old-myths (if you are on here and you do not want to be or if i forgot to add you, plz message me) word count: 1.9k warning(s): violence; death; cursing; reader being crazy (as she should); Set makes an appearance in front of Khonshu, Layla, Marc/Steven/Jake; gif not mine; i am terrible at describing suits so i apologize if Y/N's isn't given justice - i promise it looks cool in my head; new god shows up; POV changes; this is terrible, there will be grammar mistakes disclaimer: ik he's the god of chaos and disorder but he would pull a tony stark and adopt every orphan he knows

Khonshu was the first to strike. He swung his scepter, intent on knocking you out. But all you did was raise an eyebrow as you caught the scepter before it hit your face. You tugged the staff backwards, sending the moon god flying out the window. You looked proud as you tossed the scepter back and forth in between your hands, watching with amusement as Marc summoned the suit. He reached for the daggers strapped to his chest, making you involuntarily flinch, images of your parents flashing through your mind. You growled and flicked your wrist, sending a wave of heat toward Marc’s hand. He groaned as his skin erupted into third degree burns under the suit, glaring at you under the hood. Layla closed her eyes, murmuring to herself. You knew what she was doing, summoning Taweret, but your quarrel wasn’t with her. Not at the moment at least. You placed a hand on your hip, looking Marc up and down. You smile, eyes starting to glow hellishly. 

“That’s pretty fancy, Marc-o,” You take a step back, for dramatic effect of course, flipping your hair over your shoulder, “But I can do that too.” 

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Marc watched as Y/N’s eyes glowed, materializing her suit on her body. He tried to attack, using this moment to gain the upperhand, but his legs were wrapped in sand, hardening into glass, freezing him in his spot. Y/N turned her body, facing the mirror that had tilted to the side, leaning against the TV. She smiled as she admired her suit, turning to see every angle. Strips of linen wrapped around her body, twisting and folding into armor. Her pants formed into a palazzo style, slits running up from her ankle to hip, revealing a holster holding a khopesh made out of obsidian. The linen made a criss-cross style across her chest, stopping at her shoulders and continuing up her neck to form a mask covering her nose and mouth. Y/N rolled her head, cracking her neck, stretching out her arms as her rings melted into skeletal-like gloves. Moving tattoos of serpents appeared on her skin, some appearing to be devouring the sun. As a circlet made of gold twisted itself around her forehead and her hair became entwined with fire and blood, Y/N turned towards Marc and Layla - who had summoned her own suit. 

“Well, isn’t this fun? We look like we belong on a lunchbox!” Her eyes continued to glow as she clapped, releasing Marc and Layla from the glassy hold, sending shards across the floor. Not one to wait, Marc swung forward, flipping his body to kick her. Y/N caught his leg, just like she did the scepter, and twisted, sending the caped crusader flying into the wall. Layla growled, flying towards Y/N with superhuman speed, grabbing her shoulders, sending both of them out the window. Y/N merely sighed, snapping her fingers and dissolving into sand. Layla stopped herself before she hit the ground, confusion lasting a second before she heard Y/N’s laughter. 

“You know, you’re way more fun than your husband. When this is all over and his heart is in my hands, I’ll let you live.” Y/N hovered above her, sitting on a cloud of sand. Layla sent a flurry of daggers in her direction from the golden wings she wore. Y/N dogged them, an offended look on her face as she redirected them towards Layla. Y/N stood up, brushing off her legs as she shook her head. 

“And here I was thinking we were bonding-” before she continued, Moon Knight flew down, knocking her off her cloud, sending Y/N rolling on the concrete. The avatar of Set simply chuckled as she sat up, bones cracking as they went back into place. Layla and Marc came towards her, weapons in hand. Y/N quickly grabbed her khopesh, taking a defensive position. Soon, the ground shook with the fight. The Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight were no match for Y/N, as they punched and kicked, she merely dogged and swung, cutting them with her sword. The heroes became discouraged, but continued. Y/N jumped on a car, bouncing off of the vehicle to propel herself to wrap her legs around Marc’s head, flipping him forward. She swung off, landing on her feet as Marc rolled and hit Layla, sending her tumbling to the ground. Y/N smiled, her mask coming off as she sighed victoriously. But her victory was short-lived. As she prowled closer, twirling her khopesh between her fingers, humming, she didn’t see the blur behind her. Y/N had discarded Khonshu’s scepter when Layla had pushed the two of them out the window, she thought he wouldn’t show again. She was wrong. Just as Y/N raised her khopesh to flick the hood off of Marc’s head, a sharp pain spread through her stomach. Layla and Marc gasped at the sight as they were sprayed with Y/N’s blood.

Y/N looked down to see Khonshu’s scepter protruding from her stomach. She made eye contact with Layla, agony crashing over her body. She fell forward as Khonshu pulled backward, removing his scepter. Marc and Layla scrambled to the side, her body crashing against the ground. Steven fronted, Mr. Knight’s suit materializing. He knelt by Y/N’s head as Khonshu rolled her on her back. He examined her tattoos, eyes widening in realization. 

“Holy smokes. It’s Apophis, the chaos demon. Why would she-” Khonshu’s booming voice interrupted him. 

“It does not matter. Her markings will be gone once I kill her.” He raised his scepter, examining Y/N’s broken nose from falling face first, the blood spilling out her nose and mouth from being stabbed, and her bruises from fighting the other avatars. He laughed. 

“Oh how the mighty fall.”

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You could do nothing but watch as Khonshu thrust the scepter back into your stomach, this time closer to your heart. You screamed in pain, your suit disappearing as you could focus no longer. 

“Khonshu!” Layla cried out in surprise, aghast at his actions. The moon god merely twisted the scepter, making your voice hoarse with how loud you cried. You watched as red spreaded through your clothes. Too much red. Why were you plagued with red? 

“Please,” you begged out, your confidence lost as you felt your life slipping away, “please stop. Stop, please. I’ll stop, I’ll be good, I promise.” You sobbed, each cry bringing new pain as the god continued to twist the scepter. 

“You’ve made your point,” Steven pleaded, “You stop now! This isn’t vengeance!” 

“She deserves it. She’s the reason Harrow turned to Ammit. She’s the reason for all your pain!” he raised his scepter once more, positioning it over your heart. Just as you were about to feel the last bit of life, a loud clap of thunder sent Khonshu flying backwards. The ground shook, cracking, splitting apart. Sand formed into a giant serpent circling the group, its growls sending shivers down Steven’s spine. Khonshu groaned, shaking his head as he stood back up. He looked around, realization sparking in his mind. His scepter was taken from his hand, floating above the ground until it flung towards him, stabbing the god in his stomach. Steven gasped loudly as Set materialized next to you, cupping your face with his hand. 

“You’re going to be alright, my child.” 

He looked at Steven and Layla, analyzing the two. His eyes made of burning fire showed them their worst fears, sending chills down their spines. They watched as his face went from human, to the head of a jackal, to the skull of a donkey with enlarged fangs. He seemingly deemed them unworthy of his attention, standing up to his full height. Set’s voice carried across the air, shaking the ground. 

“You shouldn’t have made an enemy of chaos, Khonshu. You had been protected for years, only facing the wrath of an angry, scorned, orphan. Now you face the wrath of evil itself!” Khonshu made to attack, having removed his scepter from his body, but was flung to the side by the tail of the giant sand serpent. You coughed, blood dripping from your lips. 

“Why isn’t she healing?” Steven murmured frantically, shaking his head. Set turned to him, his human face snarling at the man. 

“It’s a little gift from the gods. She can only heal if her injuries are sustained from an avatar or mortal. If a god hurts her,” his voice choked up, causing both Layla and Steven to be confused. They had never seen a god show true emotion towards another before. (Taweret is the exception, she’s the best). Set composed himself, glaring at Khonshu. 

“If a god hurts her, only a god can heal her.” Steven looked at Set inquisitively. 

“Then why don’t you heal her?” 

Set growled, turning so his back faced the avatars, kneeling next to you. 

“I am not the god of medicine or healing. I am the god of chaos, disorder, and storms. All I can do is watch as my daugh- my avatar bleeds to death by the hands of who used to be a brother.” He cradled you in his arms, standing up. Sand swirled around them, pushing Steven, Layla, and Khonshu closer together. The serpent rose into the air. Set turned towards Steven, something shining in his eyes. 

“Do not mistake my grief for friendship, Mr. Knight. Next time we meet, you will have the full force of chaos against you.” The god disappeared, along with you. The serpent crashed down onto the trio, its jaws surrounding them before dissolving. Jake fronted as Layla turned towards Khonshu, anger radiating from her. 

“Eso fue divertido.” He said sarcastically as he glared at the moon god. Layla pressed a dagger under Khonshu’s chin. She cocked her head to the side. 

“I think it’s time you told us why Y/N is so focused on killing you.”

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Set materialized on a deserted road, panic seeping into his form as he noticed how limp you had gone. He frantically set you on the ground, holding your head in his lap.  When he looked in the distance, he saw a figure kneeling under a tree, a ghostly river flowing next to her. She had food and drink by her side, a feast for the dead. She beckoned Set closer, but the god of chaos shook his head, returning his gaze back to you. 

“No, no, Y/N, I will not allow you to die! You can’t, you can’t leave me alone.” Your eyes fluttered open, smiling as you saw Set. 

“Hiya,” you coughed out, “That didn’t go so well did it?” Set laughed, relief filling his body. As he was about to respond, a new voice broke through the air. 

“Oh good she’s alive. I’m a goddess of healing, not necromancy.” Set flung around to see a human woman, dark skin glowing in the sunlight, her hair twisted into bantu knots. Her lips, painted red, smirked at Set’s expression of disbelief. The woman gasped softly as her eyes glowed, releasing her from the goddesses consciousness. A figure appeared behind the mortal, a tall woman wearing a red cloak with the face of a lioness. The mortal woman crouched next to you, smiling as she took your hand. Your brow scrunched in confusion and you looked to Set for clarification. The lioness smiled, raising an eyebrow. 

“What? You thought you were the only one freed from a stone prison?” Set chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Long time no see, Sekhmet.”

a/n: ok guys i need your help for villain names for Y/N. also, if you don't know who Sekhmet is she is an egyptian goddess of war, fire, healing, and the destroyer of enemies of Ra. also that lady under the tree was Amenet, a goddess who welcomed the dead to the afterlife with food and drink. i am so sorry if this was bad, i hope people are still interested in this series!! love you guys! <3

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[artzychic27]

… What if… SB&IB actor au?

(AU where the fans have taken over the studio and rewrite it according to Scarlet Beetle and Ikati Black and are forcing Thomas to watch every episode, and the actors are just thrilled)

Director: *Laughing* Cut!

Marinette: I’m sorry! *Hugs Chloé* I love you, Chloé!

Chloé: I love you, Mari! Being mean is torture!

—

Nathaniel: Nooroo, Wings- Ugh! I… I had something in my mouth.

Cast: *Laughing*

Nathaniel: What was in my mouth?!

—

Alya: Ever heard of Anan… An…

Marcelle: Anne?

Alya: Anne. Yes, my sister wrestler name is Anne.

Cast: *Laughing*

Alya: That’s her wrestling name, y’all! Remember that! Nailed it! *Walks off of set*

—

Ivan: *Just starts dancing out of nowhere*

Sabrina: *Snickers* Why?

Ivan: Why not?

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Jalil: Now, as you know, the one with the scepter is Akenathen. And there, opposite is Nefertiti… Akenathen. That’s what I said.

Alix: That is what you said.

Alim: It is.

Jalil: I’m dumb. I’m so dumb.

Alix: No, you got big brains up there.

Jalil: A big dumb brain.

—

Nathaniel: Everyone in my class is a virgin!

Kim: *Walks on the set* Way to call us out, man.

Nathaniel: Get out of the shot!

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Marc: *During Horrificator; Bumps into the classroom doorframe* Fuck! Jesus- Ah! Oh, I hit my forehead- Ow!

Sabrina: *Laughing* Are you okay?

Marc: No! No, I’m really not! I’m taking my coffee break! *Walks off the set*

Cast: *Laughing*

Nino: *Laughing* You had your break five minutes ago.

Marc: I need another one!

—

[Confessional]

Marc: Asstruc always had me slouching, because, back then, I was the “feminine” boyfriend, so I couldn’t be too tall when around Nath. And I… Sometimes forget how tall I am.

Nathaniel: And when I was around Marc, I wore shoes that gave me some more height, but around others, I was in my regular shoes.

Marc: Yeah, but now he’s my short boyfriend again. *Kisses his forehead*

Nathaniel: That sweet one-foot height gap. But when I’m Monarch, I’m in heels, because that’s just to assert dominance.

—

[Confessional]

Marinette: Hey, I’m thrilled we got rid of that asshole. Now we got cool assholes running things!

Adrien: And I can curse now! I’m not some “Sunshine Baby!” Watch this! THIS NEW SHOW IS FUCKING AWESOME, YOU COCK-SUCKING PUSSY-LICKERS!

Rose: Guys, check this out. KISS MY BALLS, BITCHES! *Cackles*

Adrien: We’re gonna cause so much fucking chaos now!

—

[Confessional]

Juleka: I, for one, think it’s pretty cool they incorporated our sexualities and genders into the show. Like… That’s badass, right? How many shows or movies do that?

Nino: Yeah, and they’re not like all in people’s faces with me being a trans guy.

Juleka: Yeah, just got that little patch, and that’s it.

—

[Confessional]

Nathaniel: Yeah, it gets weird talking to the air constantly, but when I see the final thing, I’m like, “Damn, that’s good.”

Kim: Yeah, but you can hear the other cast members laughing while we’re conversing with the Kwamis. Now I know how Mari and Adrien felt.

Max: It’s hard as hell. But, the jokes on them since they’re gonna be talking to Kwamis in season 2.

—

[Confessional]

Denise: I… I am thrilled to finally have lines.

Lacey: Yeah, Ass-truc literally just stuck us in the class and said, “React.” Like… Like we’re the background characters in VicTORIous!

Ismael: You have no idea how invalidating that was! I went through years of acting classes only to be stuck in as a background character!

Aurore: Yeah, and somehow Marc becomes the main classmate.

Marc: One of the worst parts had to be how Asstruc was so uncreative with the outfits for characters who weren’t me, Aurore, or Mireille. Seriously, Jean’s sweater was reused like four times!

Jean: But then, the design team gave it some life! I’m a theater nerd as God herself intended!

—

Ikati Black: FUCK OFF ROGER! The rest of you! Unless you wanna look like jackasses for firing at a villain while he still has a captive, you're all going to listen to me, and listen good! GOT IT?!

Officers: Sir, yes sir!

Ikati Black: *Slips on a pair of sunglasses* Power move.

Scarlet Beetle: *Rolling on the floor laughing* Stop! Stop!

—

Copy Cat: Nice try, little bird. But you're not going to escape this cage so easily.

Marc: Perv!

Copy Cat: Dude!

Nathaniel: *Putting on his Monarch costume* Perv!

Roger: Oh, total perv.

Copy Cat: I need a coffee break!

Marc: All according to plan. *Leaves while still tied up*

—

[Confessional]

Marcelle: I’m glad they gave Marc a sister and brother, and it’s even more exciting since we’re all actually siblings.

Marc: Yeah, it’s fun seeing my sibs during shoots. Kiran was especially excited.

Kiran: I can’t wait to get Akumatized!

Marcelle: … *Whispers* I’m gonna tell him.

Marc: *Whispers* Don’t you dare.

—

Austin Q: *Hugging Austin T after they finish Lady WiFi* I love you.

Austin T: I love you, too. But we’re just acting.

Austin Q: I know, and I’m sorry for the mean things I said.

Austin T: *Pats him on the head* It’s okay. Later we’ll get ice cream.

Austin Q: Yaay!

—

[Confessional]

Austin Q: I hate being a jerk!

Austin A: I want redemption! Are we getting redemption?!

Austin B: *Sucking his thumb*

Austin T: … I’m what’s known as the group mom.

—

[Confessional]

Ivan: I’ve been handling our fame pretty well. Y’know, with new outfits comes new fashion lines, cool new fanart, and music videoes. But sometimes, I’d just like to enjoy a cappuccino in peace. Is that too much to ask?!

—

[Confessional]

Lila: When the fanfiction writers tied up Astruc and bound him to a chair, I was like, “Okay,” then they burned the scripts and I’m thinking they must be on something, but then they bring in new scripts, I’m reading them, and I’m like… “I’m not an asshole bitch anymore?” I love it. The writing sounds like something teenagers would actually say, and I am perfectly fine with doing the show ever if it means getting to follow this script.

—

[Confessional]

Alya: *Getting her Lady WiFi makeup done* The artists… They’re just wonderful. Okay, they aren’t putting the girls in My Hero Academia female hero costumes, they aren’t giving the guys insane muscles, it’s all good. I felt comfortable in my costume.

—

Marinette: I would like your son’s hand in marriage.

Gabriel: Consider it done.

Adrien: That is not in the script!

Emille: Adrien, shush! It’s improv!

Alix: I thought that was when people say, “Yes, and?”

Adrien: Someone say “Cut!”

—

[Confessional]

Kim: *Looks up from his book* Oh. Hey guys. We have a lot of fun on this show. But one thing that’s not fun is forcing Luka Couffaine to only wear pants.

Max: That’s right, Kim. Thomas Astruc has forced Luka to wear pants instead of being allowed to wear the skirts they so love.

Nino: Don’t get us wrong, Luka still looks amazing in those jeans, but come on! Who doesn’t want to see Luka Couffaine in a skirt?!

Ivan: I know I wanna.

Nathaniel: As do I.

Ismael: Skirts make his ass look hot.

Simon: So, if you or someone you know wants to see Luka in a skirt, donate to Let-Luka-Couffaine-Wear-Skirts.com.

Jean: Together, we can all see Luka Couffaine in a leather skirt and fishnet stockings.

Adrien: If you don’t donate, then you’re a joke. And so is your family.

Marc: Let’s put Luka Couffaine in a skirt so that we may simp over them when they bend over.

—

[Confessional]

Cosette: So… I’m getting a girlfriend! That’s right! Uh-huh! I’m getting a fucking girlfriend! There’s gonna be hand-holding, kissing, all that shit! Yeah! Fuck yes! I’m getting a girlfriend!

—

Marc: When I let you go, you better get running in the next ten seconds, or I will jam one of my fucking pens through your neck, yank it out, and then finger-fuck the hole!

Nathaniel: … What’s stopping you now?

Marcelle: … You bisexual little fuck.

Cast: *Laughing

Marcelle: I stand by my statement.

—

Reshma: *Just randomly dancing* I… I don’t know. *Laughs*

Ismael: Okay, okay. That’s alright. But how about this? *Starts Moonwalking*

Marc: *Doing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation choreography* Ya’ll got nothing on me.

Mireille: Okay, okay. But have you considered- *Starts breakdancing*

Denise: *Doing Luisa’s Surface Pressure choreography*

Jean: *Voguing* You were saying?

Cosette: *Doing Wednesday’s dance* Should this just be the show from now on? Everyone’s dancing for no reason?

—

[Confessional]

Chloé: *Getting her hair and makeup done* So, this is cool, I’m actually getting redemption, and some of the Austins along with a few canon characters are going to be… Wait, was I supposed to… Oh, God… Oh my God! I am so sorry!

—

[Confessional]

XY: It’s awesome being back on the show. I get to see some friends, hang with my dad, and we’re actually to peel back some of my layers.

Bob: Yeah, while it sucks I’m still the asshole father, I think this is good; it’s something audiences need to see- The-the toxicity of the music industry and the effect on teenagers.

XY: And we never delved into our relationship on the original show. It was clear I was being abused.

Bob: Exactly! God, I’m glad Asstruc is in the dungeon. Speaking of which, it’s your turn to feed him the fish heads.

XY: Damn it!

—

[Confessional]

Aya: When I got an email saying Asstruc was taken hostage, I was thrilled, but then I got another email saying the new writers wanted me to have a role on the new show, and I was ecstatic! Yes, my son plays the villain, but I’m happy he’s not longer a background character who’s only important when it comes to some ship that’s not even that cute anymore.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #scarlet beetle & ikati black #actor au #ao3fic

[wyvernthekriger]

The Moon Knows - 1

The stars will guide you home to me

Moon Knight x Avatar Reader part 1 part 2

If ever you imagined to be wandering the empty streets of a diurnal city you’d call it normal by now. The chilling presence of the God behind your shoulder keeps you up at night, whereas the encephalon in your skull keeps you awake, replaying the times of your life that are long gone.

The breeze of London’s illuminated night feels like needles on your skin, but you trudge on, the mission you’re on soon to end as you’ve been trying to take care of a man stirring up trouble among the wandering Ennead you’re tethered to.

“He is here, somewhere. He’s using her powers.”

The voice of your companion echoes along the empty streets, though no one can hear him but you. “Can you feel where the power is located? It’s getting cold and your armor wasn’t exactly made to leave the desert.” The armor in question flowing behind you, the lace cloak lining your frame, flowing behind you resembling wisps of smoke. Your hood lifted, hound ears on top resembling the God you serve.

Before the God could answer, a half decayed hound lands only feet from you, a sickening crunch heard from it’s failing body. You jump back and throw your arm out, a scepter appearing in your outstretched hand with a quick flash of white. A black mask covering the bottom half of your face appears at the same time.

“No matter the avatar she chooses they will fall, Anu.”

“Yes, but it seems we’ve stumbled upon something far worse.. Another avatar.”

The towering God raises his arm without haste, pointing to a man in a white suit who stood across the street from you, his blazer quite disheveled. His glowing white eyes stare through you, as if Anubis is visible to him, but he’s not. He can’t see them like you can, can he? As your eyes slowly meet what, or who, stood behind him, you can’t help but to smile.” “Khonshu…”

You stood straight, a breath caught in your throat as you looked back at the avatar staring you down. This dapper man reeks of familiarity, of safety. Your knuckles begin burning white as the grip on your scepter tightens. The fading memories of your old life begins bleeding back into reality, a pit of hope and anxiety forms in your stomach.

“It appears our old friend has found an avatar after all.”

“It seems so..”

The man begins walking towards you, his legs seem heavy as if walking with weights, Khonshu close behind. His hands hold each other as he closes the distance. “H..hello. I’m Steven, based on your outfit here I can’t help but to assume you’re like me.” Your face drops and your grip loosens around your scepter, flicking it to the side as it vanishes into smoke.

“Yes, Nice to meet you… Steven..” Your voice lowering at the end. Your hope for Khonshu keeping his word breaks, eyeing the God behind Steven. “Khonshu, it’s been awhile.” Steven’s head snaps behind him, then back to you. “Wait..Wait you’re telling me you can see them?” His voice growing loud, cracking here and there. “Yes. Only Khonshu and the God I serve, though. Khonshu and I have a connection, it’s necessary that he is visible to me.

“You are alive and well, I see.”

“As are you, Khonshu. Finally found a suitable avatar it seems.” His gaze lowers slightly in confirmation. “Okay wait, wait-“ Steven’s mask recedes, disappearing off of his head. Your eyes widen and your fists clench, ‘M…Marc?” Stevens face drops, knowing he has no recollection of you. “Do I know you?”

Your eyebrows knit together as his answer and accent suddenly makes sense. You realize what is happening quite quickly and regain your composure. “No, no you don’t, but I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m a friend of Marc.” You try not to sound disappointed, but the sour taste in your mouth becomes increasingly more pungent.

His mouth opens slightly, but no noise comes out, like he’s forgotten how to speak. “Did Layla call you to help him? And…and me I guess.” “I’m sorry I don’t know who Layla is, Steven, Anubis led me here to find someone. Arthur. Where is he?”

“Wait, hold on a minute. You’re an old friend of his but you don’t know who his wife is?” “I’m..I’m sorry what? Wife?” He snaps his head towards a puddle in the street, seemingly incredibly anxious, but suddenly his demeanor changes entirely, his outfit changing to a suit and cape. His face still as visible as the moon, his scars that adorn his face shine bright in the moonlight, retelling stories you were all too familiar with. “Marc..it’s been awhile huh?” Noticing the change in Stevens demeanor, you caught on to his change.

You smile but you’re quickly shoved against the wall, a loud crack heard from your head hitting against the brick wall. Your vision blurs and spots begin blocking the man whose arm is against your throat. The spots form like stars, glittering across your vision like a meteor shower. The man who held you by your collar shoves a crescent shaped knife against your throat, growling like a feral wolf. “You’re not her. She’s dead, I held her. Who the fuck are you?"

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[gerrysherry]

5 times Frenchie almost kissed someone and one time he actually did

Lisa

 She was the first woman he’d seen in a while. She was funny and kind. She let Jean-Paul and Marc stay at her late husband’s farm when they had to stay the night. This happened often when they made the trek between town and middle of nowhere Sudan. She was Marc’s girlfriend so he was a fool to do it. When he left on another mission, shortly before Randall betrayed the three of them, he kissed Lisa on the cheek. To say goodbye. It was a French thing to do he told himself. A cultural miscommunication. And Marc didn’t murder him over it so it was ok, right? Lisa was always cold with him after that. then Randall murdered her before Jean-Paul could even apologize to her let alone redeem himself.

Marc

 If you had to fall for a man, You could do a lot worse than the mysterious well toned and brooding Marc Spector. Marc Spector who didn’t wear a shirt for no good reason and who seemed to have hidden depths. Marc who asked Jean-Paul, or Frenchie as was Marc’s nickname for Jean-Paul, if it were possible to parachute out of a helicopter. When Frenchie said he didn’t know Marc proposed to test that theory. Over the ocean for added ‘safety’. It was crazy but Marc it did anyway because he was Marc.

From the moment Marc jumped to the time he hit the water Jean-Paul held his breath. when Marc’s unmoving body crashed on the shore, he screamed. He landed the copter on the nearest beach and ran to his only friend.

Mouth to mouth resuscitation was required but it was only after Marc started coughing up water that Frenchie dared to wonder if Marc was a good kisser. 

Marc’s first words when he came to were, “you saved my life you crazy French bastard.” For a moment it looked like he was going to touch Jean-Paul perhaps embrace him, maybe even kiss him, then the moment passed.

Steven

Steven Grant didn’t come into being until Marc had amassed a great fortune and also gone a bit mad and decided he was a vigilante.

However as he later learned the roots of disassociation run deep and the identities of Steven and Jake showed up once in a while but since Marc didn’t exactly make introductions so Frenchie just thought Marc had gotten blackout drunk and didn’t remember how he got all sad and weepy. The fact that Steven would sometimes talk about Marc in the third person should have been a dead giveaway but to Frenchie didn’t want to think of his friend as mad. 

DID was not widely known

When they made the mistake serving the mercenary captain know as ‘Bushman’ they did a lot of tomb raiding. 

All artifacts were given to Marc who would instantly identify time period, utility and how much it would sell for. Apparently Ancient Egyptian history was something of hobby of his. 

Often afterwards Marc would become sad and distant not responding to his own name. “He’s going to sell them all separately” he would mutter or “that monster is going to melt that scepter down for gold”.

Frenchie was often Steven’s shoulder to cry on and Jean-Paul would whisper: “it’s only gold, mon ami” or “we’ll buy it back when we get rich, oui? Put it in museum where it belongs”.

Marc would never remember this in the morning and Frenchie wouldn’t press the issue.

Once Marc (or rather Steven) was just weeping  and Frenchie did what one would do to a woman or child but never a mercenary who could easily snap your neck, he kissed Ma- Steven gently on the forehead. Mostly to stop the other mercenaries from noticing the two. And because Marc’s methods involved slapping a hysterical person and Frenchie was strongly against slapping the person you loved for any reason.

Steven stared at him with bewilderment and said: “Never tell Marc this happened”. But at least he stopped crying. 

Frenchie brought this up years later when Grant was his own man. Steven laughed, “I told Marc long ago, we both forgive you. You did the right thing. Just don’t do it again.” 

He never did.

Marlene 

She was funny, she was beautiful and she was dating Steven (and the other three but mostly Steven). It wasn’t the suave foreign friend taking advantage of his absent friend to court his girlfriend, it was a simple thing. 

He’d kissed her on the elbow while bandaging her wounds. The villain of the week decided to hold Marlene hostage and her fighting back earned her a nasty cut on her upper arm. Marc had decided to just leave Marlene there and go play hero. Jean-Paul was once again left to pick up the pieces. So he bandaged her wounds and then kissed her arm better. She promptly decided to make it Freudian by mentioning only her parents did that (both were dead, her father killed by Bushman). She giggled about his discomfort. That was the only time he kissed her anywhere. 

Marlene could walk into his second floor guest room completely naked and he wouldn’t interpret it as her coming on to him. That was the nature of their strictly platonic relationship

“We’re in love with the same man” she once mused, “you prefer Marc and I prefer Steven but it’s still the same man more or less”.

Jake

Stakeouts were boring, Frenchie thought. You sit and wait for your prey to come to you. Sometimes they’d talk over the microphone system. Especially when frenchie was talking to Lockley. Jake Lockley had working class charm to him and if Grant represented a lost ideal of the nouveau riche playboy, then Lockley was the working class ideal: courteous, generous, and loyal. Perhaps a tad eccentric and capricious that what street smart detective wasn’t?

Jake had taught him every sappy love song involving the moon because apparently that the moon obsession was shared by Jake and Marc.

Once when the moon knight changed into Jake, the latter asked: “Can I have a matchstick as well? I need something to do when my hands are busy”

Frenchie had quit smoking after joining the Air Force but old habits die hard so he chewed on toothpicks and matchsticks.  He sighed: “Non, mon ami, I only have zee one.”

“Break it in two then” Jake insisted.

So he did. And when he saw Jake next he produced from his pocket a broken matchstick and said: “maybe you wanted it back”.

Frenchie was touched but said nothing when Jake was in the middle of becoming Steven Grant humming about the moon looking like a pizza pie, Frenchie blew him a kiss. If Jake noticed he didn’t show it.

That’s what love was right? Half a broken matchstick and holding a torch for a man who was clearly straight in all three of his incarnations.

Robert

Robert had always been there for both Jean-Paul and Marc being a PT. He’d helped Marc after each death and rebirth. He’d helped Frenchie through his own near-death experience. But when Marc had become subsumed by Jake and when Jean-Paul was almost killed in a helicopter crash, he threw in the towel

Yes perhaps it was the Florence nightingale effect but when he finally recovered he left Robert a his phone number and an address for a swanky fifth Avenue restaurant.

Robert knew all about New York history that Frenchie never knew about. The peculiar history of Christopher street for example.

It took both a while to admit they were dating and not just two good friends. Having nearly ruined several relationships by kissing first, Frenchie held back.

“May I kiss you?” Robert finally asked.

Jean-Paul was dumbstruck.

Robert tried to backpedal and apologize.

“No, No, go ahead” he whispered.

And to be kissed first wasn’t something to be ashamed of. It was quite nice actually. And to kiss back a whole lot better.

After falling for all the wrong men and women he’d finally found someone who didn’t make him question his every move and feel ashamed of his feelings.

Not that he Marc (well techinically Steven and Jake) didn’t keep up, Frenchie was not among other things the godfather to Marc’s daughter Dia. But his days of watching from a helicopter as the love of his life risked his life slipping in and out of disguises was behind him.

Hell, he saw more of Marlene and Dia these days, the latter called him Uncle French. Occasionally he’d meet Lockley asking for info on a case, or Grant would drop into Frenchie’s cafe and ask leading questions while buying croissants. But Marc? He hadn’t seen Marc in months. Maybe that’s what Marc wanted. 

#moon knight #moon knight comics #jean paul duchamp #marlene alraune #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #5 + 1 fic #semi canon compliant #comics complaint #author has depersonalization #author is a system #my fanfiction #my writing

[paso-robles-wineries]

The Prince of Pinot Noir in Paso, is Marc Goldberg, alongside his wife, Maggie D’Ambrosia. Quite the pivot for 2 talents who were hospital administrators + now trendsetters starting in 1989 when they thrust their pinot scepter into our Wine Country.( At that time there were only 12 wineries in Paso!) Fascinatingly, The Pinot Prince was initially discouraged about planting the variety with some noting that it was far too hot for pinot noir in Paso. But he discovered a hidden gem, a pinot noir vineyard planted at Hoffman Mountain Ranch (now Daou) in the 1960s by former Beverly Hills cardiologist Dr. Hoffman + his consultant, the famed Andre Tchelistchef. When Marc tasted their pinot noir he was swept off his feet, confirming his decision to exclusively plant this noble variety. Why Pinot? In the 1980’s, while traveling through Burgundy, France, there was a seminal moment when Marc was bitten by the pinot noir bug. Born was his vision to make a ‘great American Burgundian style wine’. To that end, Marc + Maggie scoured wine country + in 1989 found their shangri-la, in Paso Robles Wine Country on beautiful, rolling hills off Hwy 46 west, close to Hwy 101. It was a 26-acre barley farm with a barn. The site’s acres of well-drained, rocky calcareous soil, + location in the maritime-influenced “Templeton Gap” (a breach in north-south facing Santa Lucia Mountain chain) is ideal for Pinot Noir. (The property was previously a rhododendron farm chosen for its cool climate.) Accordingly, the cool ocean breezes pass through the mountain range + cool down the grapes with a 50 degree swing of temperature. In 1990 15 acres of Pinot Noir was planted under the direction of infamous Wild Horse winemaker, Kenneth Volk with 4 Pinot clonal selections: HMR, Adelsheim (Oregon), Bien Nacido, + Sanford & Benedict. Proudly displayed on Windward’s label is the french word “Monopole” signifying the sole ownership of the vineyard + the crafting of his wines made exclusively from “their” specific vineyard. The term also eliminates any possibility that other varieties of grapes are included in the wine as can be the case with some “Estate Grown” wines. Is Pinot your thing? (at Windward Vineyard) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqGEjNSMIi0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[papermoonknight]

Moon Knight (2016) Issue 189

#marc scepter #moon knight #moon knight (2016) #marvel #marvel comics

[sweetpea-sprite]

Hi ruby I am here to talk about ivory scepter. Hmm who is this? Idk. Absolutley no clue at all amirite haha /s

So I think Autumnians (specifically from Hamelin) are like super pale and probably vitamin D deficient because there is. No sun in Hamelin

Anyway so Imagine Cassiopeia looking at Marcassin and going "you need sun" but he. STRONGLY disagrees with her and says he's fine and just is a little bitch about it

So she sweet talks him into spending an afternoon out in a flower field because she knows he won't say no

I am sorry if this is dumb or barley makes sense I just have noone to talk to LOL

yoo who could this be i have no clue...

I THINK THIS IS REALLY SWEET and i agree with the whole hamelin people are ridiculously vitamin d deficient thing (they probably have some kind of remedy for it like supplements or smth. like the lung thing in the ds game)

BUT i also think this would mean they would get sunburnt RIDICULOUSLY easily. so cass gets marc out into a flower field and he enjoys himself but then he's Burned To A Crisp so she has to take care of him after (while apologising profusely. she doesn't need sunscreen bc she's immortal so she just straight up forgot)

#ask

[brooklynmuseum]

Join us for a preview of Studio 54: Night Magic—the first museum exhibition devoted to one nightclub.  Enter and Sparkle! Virtual tour created by Matthew Yokobosky, Senior Curator of Fashion and Material Culture. 

SETTING:  NYC in the 1970s was rundown, almost bankrupt, and in need of escapism.  Because rents were low though, many artists and musicians flocked to the city.  It was during this time that three genres of music emerged: punk, hip-hop and especially disco.

THE CREATORS:  Two Brooklyn-born entrepreneurs Ian Schrager (right)  and Steve Rubell (left) created Studio 54 in 1977, the same year the I Love (insert red heart) New York campaign began and Saturday Night Fever was released--together they helped to re-brand NYC.

THE PLACE:  The building at 254 West 54th Street first opened in 1928 as the Fortune Gallo Opera House, became a CBS television studio for three decades (What’s My Line), and in 1966 “The Velvet Underground and Nico” album, produced by Andy Warhol, was recorded here at Scepter Studios..  

DECOR: In 1977, the designer Ron Doud and lighting wizards Jules Fisher and Paul Marantz transformed the theater/soundstage into a discotheque--replacing the stage with a dancefloor but keeping the balcony for viewing, and so that everyone could be seen and become a star for that moment. Voyeuristic architecture.

LOGO and MUSIC:  LIFE magazine art director #GilbertLesser with Schrager created the iconic tilted 54 logo—one of the most widely recognized logos of the ‘70s.  Later, 54 became the cover of the double-album “A Night at Studio 54”, mixed by DJ Roy Thode.  Along with the album, Thode’s custom headphone, original reel-to-reel recordings,  and “beats-per-minute” bible are also on display.  Each gallery of the exhibition has a soundtrack based on original Studio 54 mixes.

OPENING NIGHT:  On  April 26, 1977, The Alvin Ailey Dance Company performed to a disco soundtrack, with choreography by Kay Thompson and costumes designed by the legendary illustrator Antonio Lopez for Fioirucci.

WHO GOT IN:  Studio 54 soon became a must-see destination for celebrities, fashion designers, and New York’s most interesting residents--as doorman Marc Benecke described: “people who could bring energy to the room”.   

One such person was performance artist Richard Gallo, who wore outrageous costumes designed by Phillip Haight and Ronald Kolodzie. 

BUSBOYS: Kolodzie was also the designer of the “eye-catching” busboy uniforms composed of  satin shorts one size too small, knee-high tube socks and sneakers. Many photographs in the exhibition are by @miestorm1 who himself was a busboy known as “Lenny 54”.

STARS:  The exhibition features over 650 works, including twenty original paintings by Richard Bernstein of Studio 54 regulars featured on Interview magazine covers.  Studio hosted the 10th Anniversary Party on June 7, 1979.

DIVERSITY:  Truman Capote on The David Susskind Show, February 1979:   Studio 54-- “Its everything the way it ought to be.  Its very democratic.  It’s all kinds of colors.  All kinds of sizes.  Boys and boys together.  Girls and girls together.  Girls and boys together.  Poor people. Rich people.  Taxi drivers.  Anything you want.  It's all mixed up together and that’s what I like about it.”

Truman Capote, 1979 by Roxanne Lowit

NEW YEARS EVE: The nightclub became known for extravagant décor by Renny Reynolds, Richie Williamson (Moon and the Spoon), and Tony-award winning designer Tony Walton (Neon Fan).  Schrager’s most favorite party of all was New Year’s Eve 1978-79 which he described as “Standing on Stardust”.  Reynolds brought in 4 tons of diamond dust: two for the floor, and two to sprinkle on the dancefloor throughout the night.

Background: Stroke of Midnight at Studio, 1978-79 by Dustin Pop, with dresses by Zandra Rhodes Giorgio DiSantAngelo and Kenny Bonavitacola in foreground.

DISCO FASHION: Fashion designer Halston installed disco lighting in his atelier, so that he could see how his designs would look at Studio 54 and other nightclub settings. His clients included Liza Minnelli, Elizabeth Taylor and Lauren Bacall.

ICONS: Elizabeth Taylor famously wore her Bulgari 62-carat sapphire necklace to Studio, for Martha Graham’s 1979 benefit honoring Halston.  Other attendees included past Graham students: former First Lady BettyFord, DorisDuke and LizaMInnelli.

COMING SOON:  Though it only lasted for 33 months, Studio 54 –  known for its legendary parties that attracted the most diverse, famous and glamorous clientele of its day  –  is considered to be the most important nightclub of the Twentieth Century. 

See why at the Brooklyn Museum. Stay tuned for more updates about Studio 54: Night Magic.

Thank you for joining us on our tour of Studio 54: Night Magic. Join us next Sunday for another virtual tour of our galleries!

Installation view of Studio 54: Night Magic. (Photo: Jonathon Dorado)

(Source: brooklynmuseum.org)

#virtual tours #virtual programming #virtual #brooklyn #Brooklyn Museum #art #art history #artmuseum #studio54bkm #studio #studio 54 #night magic #Disco #dance party #virtualtour

[blackkatmagic]

Marc/Alfred (Batman) - Time travel/Teacher AU !!!! XDDD

Ha, challenge accepted!

Okay, so. Khonshu is the god of travel and time. Marc, during the time when Kang was chasing him, ends up bouncing across dimensions as well as timelines and lands in the middle of Word War II and crashes headlong into Alfred Pennyworth, a young man with the Special Operations Executive. Alfred is good, and steady, but Marc teaches him a few tricks to help him survive, helps him sabotage the Nazis, and disappears when Kang arrives to steal Khonshu’s scepter. 

That’s not the end of it, of course. Marc pops in and out of time all over in Alfred’s life because Khonshu is a matchmaking bastard, helping whenever he can and mostly just tumbling out all beaten up to the point that Alfred patches him up and gives him a safe place to hunker down for a while. They keep meeting like that until finally Kang gets his ass kicked by 150 generations of Moon Knights and the chase is finally over. Marc totally expects to get tossed back to New York in the present day, everything fixed, but Khonshu, in a moment of kindness, drops him off instead in Gotham, a week after the murder of the Waynes. When he walks into the Manor, Alfred has a little boy under one arm and bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept since it happened, and Marc just...stays. 

And maybe Bruce learns how to fight a little bit earlier and ends up with two butlers who are just a little bit too badass to be really be butlers, but everything works out for the better. 

#you should know by now that no crack pairing regardless of how cracky is enough to stop my brain #trope mashups #Anonymous #kat answers

[jw-waterhouse]

Cleopatra (1888), by J.W. Waterhouse

The Egyptian queen Cleopatra was in Victorian England best known through Shakespeare’s tragedy “Antony and Cleopatra”.  Marc Antony rejects the offer to marry the sister of Roman Emperor Octavius in favor of Cleopatra.  After Antony fails to take the throne, Cleopatra commits suicide: “It were for me, to throw my scepter at the injurious gods, to tell them that this world did equal theirs, till they had stolen our jewel.”

Waterhouse made this painting to feature in the magazine The Graphic, that had just elected him among the 21 most prominent artists.  Although some critics blamed him for “French influences”, the star of Waterhouse was still rising and approaching the status of the immensely popular Dutchman Lourens Alma Tadema.

#art #painting #john william waterhouse #symbolism #1888 #19th Century #cleopatra #marc antony #shakespeare #Roman history #suicide #the graphic magazine #poetry #alma tadema

[bewusteburgers]

Vaccintwijfel Deze video laat een aantal sprekers aan het woord waarvan er 3 voorstander lijken te zijn van vaccinatie tegen Covid-19 en de 2 andere personen hun twijfels hierover uiten. Wat opvalt is de argumentatie die gebruikt wordt om de houding van de kritische denkers te verklaren. De klinisch psycholoog en psychotherapeut Annie van de Vijver legt bijvoorbeeld uit dat ‘mensen die twijfelen aan die vaccinatie’ tot een type mensen behoort die graag de schuld bij anderen legt… In het begin van de pandemie zeiden zowel Maggie De Block als Steven Van Gucht dat mondmaskers dragen geen zin had en viroloog M. Van Ranst vond dit zelf ook onzin. Bron: Maggie De Bock over mondmaskers Bron: Virologen over mondmaskers ‘Zo’n mensen’ zouden ook de schuld steken op Bill Gates en de farma industrie, gaat van de Vijver verder. Volledig onterecht natuurlijk…  Hoe komen ze daar nu op?  Er is toch nog nooit sprake geweest van belangenconflicten? Nu niet en ook niet tijdens de Mexicaanse griep. (Bvas eist ontslag Marc van Ranst) En de farma industrie is toch volledig te vertrouwen? Vb1 en Vb2 En waarom zou Marc Van Ranst of enig ander viroloog nu in het voordeel van deze industrie spreken? Bekijk eens de Moneyflowchart en de video waar Van Ranst dat belangenconflict zelf aantoont. Zijn die kritisch denkers allemaal boos en rancuneus, zoals A. van de Vijver het beweert? En is dàt een psychologische verklaring of is dat eerder een suggestieve en stigmatiserende beoordeling?  Zouden een aantal twijfelaars misschien gefrustreerd zijn omwille van de eenzijdigheid van het debat, zoals Deva Priyo stelt? Omdat zelfs artsen, lectoren en professoren de mond gesnoerd worden of, erger, ontslaan worden, zoals vb. Sam Brokken die enkele minuutjes op De Zevende Dag heeft gesproken?  We prijzen socioloog Steven Lenaers omdat hij met het inzicht kwam ‘dat het niet slecht is dat er verschillende kanalen zijn en dat mensen zo de kans krijgen om een waaier aan informatie te raadplegen en dat ze hun eigen gezond verstand kunnen gebruiken’. Hij voegt er wel aan toe dat we (bijna helaas) niet meer zo gehoorzaam zijn als toen de Katholieke Kerk met de scepter zwaaide en we allemaal gehoorzaam ‘ja’ knikten. Het is bedenkelijk, vinden we, dat Steven Lenaers de oorzaak van twijfel m.b.t vaccinatie schuift op de stelling dat we ‘zo individualistisch’ geworden zijn. We laten het maatschappelijk belang niet voorgaan… Klopt dit? Is het zo dat zich laten vaccineren het maatschappelijk belang dient?  Volgens Steven zouden de kleine groepjes kritisch denkenden ‘ook niet met alternatieven komen’. Gelukkig horen we dokter Hilde De Smet en Deva Priyo er wel een aantal noemen: het preventief nemen van extra zink, omgekeerde lockdown en wie op de website van AVV snuffelt, of naar onze symposia kijkt, hoort ongetwijfeld meer over wat je kan doen om je immuniteit te versterken (zoals inname van vit D) en welke geneesmiddelen wél helpen om COVID-19 te genezen in een vroeg stadium (Hydroxychloroquine met zink of Ivermectine). Hilde De Smet – Symposium Alliantie Voor Vrijheid 27 maart 2021  Helaas kan een vaccin niet door middel van een fast track procedure (voorwaardelijk) op de markt gebracht worden indien er alternatieven bestaan. …  We weten ook dat het geneesmiddel hydroxychloroquine in het magazine The Lancet  onterecht werd afgedaan als inefficiënt of zelfs gevaarlijk op basis van een frauduleus  wetenschappelijk onderzoek  (later heeft men dit erkend en het artikel teruggetrokken, maar de schade was al aangericht en de werkzaamheid van hydroxychloroquine werd niet meer erkend door vele artsen.  Marc Van Ranst heeft het over de wetenschappelijke consensus betreffende vaccinatie… Natuurlijk als alle andere experten genegeerd of gecensureerd worden of bedreigd met ontslag, horen we enkel nog diegenen die naar de mond spreken.  Vb: ontslag Sam Brokken.  Enkele voorbeelden van kritische stemmen ivm veiligheid en werkzaamheid van de vaccins:  VB1, VB2, VB3 Marc Van Ranst beweert dat er veel jongere mensen op intensive care liggen. We bekijken even de oversterfte van 2020 voor mensen onder de 75 jaar aan de hand van de analyse van Kurt Wayenberg hier: Hij verklaart ook dat mRNA vaccins reeds gebruikt werden voor kankerpatienten…  We weten dat dit onderzoek gebeurd is, en toch is er nog altijd geen enkele mRNA vaccin goedgekeurd om op de markt te komen, ook niet tegen kanker. Waarom, te veel bijwerkingen of niet werkzaam? Dat het vaccin zich nog maar in fase 3 bevindt van het onderzoek en dat het dus nog steeds in een experimentele fase zit, is van geen belang? Dat deze types vaccins (mRNA vaccins of genetisch gemodificeerde adenovirussen) nog nooit eerder op de markt gekomen zijn is ook niet van belang? We hebben zeer weinig informatie over bijwerkingen op korte en de lange termijn, maar het vaccin, zo beweert Marc Van Ranst, is veilig en de voordelen wegen op tegen de nadelen… We hebben slechts gegevens over veiligheid en werkzaamheid van enkele maanden. Dag en nacht aan de ontwikkeling van deze vaccins werken verandert hier niets aan.  De vraag die Deva Priya stelt is niet onterecht:  Waarom dienen gezonde mensen gevaccineerd te worden? Er is nog steeds geen enkel wetenschappelijk bewijs dat aantoont dat je daardoor minder besmettelijk zou zijn…(Dit heeft Steven Van Gucht zelf verklaart in De Afspraak) De maatregelen blijven gelden ook voor gevaccineerden, hoewel er constant met de belofte van vrijheid gezwaaid wordt, en veel mensen laten zich waarschijnlijk vaccineren omdat ze denken zo hun vrijheid terug te krijgen, eerder dan omdat ze geloven dat het hen echt zal beschermen…  Ze zijn het moe. (Lees: de maatregelen) Waarom, vraagt Dokter Hilde De Smet, kan er niet meer openheid zijn voor alternatieven in dit debat?  Dat vragen wij ons ook af.  Annie van de Vijver spreekt over een maatschappelijke plicht om zich te laten vaccineren… Behoort ze hiermee nu zelf tot die groep boze en rancuneuze mensen die straks de schuld op ‘de ander’ schuift (die zich niet liet vaccineren) als de “cijfers” weer slechter zouden gaan in de toekomst?  Of zou dit wel eens kunnen door de nieuw ontstane varianten, waartegen de vaccins niet beschermen en die zelfs mogelijks in de hand gewerkt worden door massale vaccinatie. (ref. Geert van den Bossche) We hopen van niet…

[news247planet]

#Cringe #Plans #UFC How the King of Cringe plans to turn into GOAT https://news247planet.com/?p=220787