SHIPPING INFO:// Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog
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What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?:
I don't like "One ✨ True ✨ Pairing" when it comes to rp. This isn't Highlander. I do love and enjoy all the connections I've made with writing.
What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?:
Romantic, Sensual, Friendship, Familial, Platonic, Enemies.
It depends on the muses, what the other mun is looking for, and the chemistry which develops over time. Soulmates and deep romance are welcome as well as the complicated toxic. Regret flavored co-parenting 'what are you in my life?' If "it" happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it's all good too.
If a muse is a love interest from canon (listen, there's like 5 of them plus Frenchie in the entire history), I'm happy to pre-establish, it just takes a talk to make sure we're on the same page. For Layla, I'm exclusive with @lalamoon.
How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?:
Age gaps are fine. The System is going to be 40 per my calendar this year but I sort of go between mid-30s to early 40s in my head. If a muse over a decade younger than the System, I'll probably be more selective than when they're closer in age.
Are you selective when shipping?:
I like shipping. We gotta talk about it first.
The System has a lot of baggage (what character doesn't). They're not everyone's type. Marc will never stop being Moon Kn.ight. He can be convinced to take breaks but whenever he promises he'll stop, he always gets back to work. He's got terrible coping mechanisms and struggles which make him difficult to be in a relationship with. Which, if you want to explore that up and down, that's cool.
You don't have to ship someone with the entire System. Usually, if someone only wants Marc, Steven and Jake aren't really interested in that person anyway. And there's still interesting dynamics one can write with Steven and Jake without making it romantic or sensual.
Though they don't come up often (thus far), Soldier only really has heart eyes for Reese and Badr is (headcanoned) aroace.
How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?:
When clothes start coming off. I fade to black or bump it to Disco (if we're close in that way). This is not out of any sense of shame. I like my emails job.
Who are other muses you ship your muse with?:
@brooklynislandgirl @cordeliabarton @echoestm @gottahunt @kylo-wrecked @lalamoon @lt-ghxst @prettytm @positivelybeastly @voicestm @wardogsong @writteninscarlet
"It was in the past but we're raising a child" @marlenexalraune and @midnightxmission
Feeling out something @biitchcakes and @webxfshame
Familial @tjhmnd
Rip everyone's notifications o7
Does one have to ask to ship with you?:
I mean, yes.
How often do you like to ship?:
???
Are you multiship?:
Yes. Everyone has their own separate verse and can also cross into AUs. That being said, in main 616 and 'modern/no superheroes' verses, the history between the system and Marlene does impact the present time.
Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?:
I like various flavors of writing. It's never Just About the Ship.
What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?:
Marla / Moon Kn.ight System/Layla
Finally, how does one ship with you?:
Talking, writing, talking….
lifted off of @brooklynislandgirl and @kylo-wrecked
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Moon's Scarab → Ch. 1: Welcome to Egypt, again.
Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly.
pre-canon fic; based on the Marvel comics and Disney's series Moon Knight.
warning: violence, cursing, angst, smut maybe in the future (?), the majority of spoken Arabic in this story is in Egyptian dialect.
word count: 1.9k
beta-read by the awesome: @kesskirata
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° Author's note:
okay, it's been a very very very long time since the last time I fangirl-ed over a canon and straight couple. Fuck, Marc and Layla are my favourite OTP now; despite the shit they've been through, their couple dynamics are just freaking awesome, they got me screaming in the last episode, and had me in bi panic. Just fucking amazing, I just adore power couples. And now we have the Scarlet Scarab in throughout the process... Chef kiss to Marvel. So, I figured that, especially with the criminal lack of fics for this amazing ship, I decided to do something and write a long fic about them; how they've met and got married. Yep, as it's said up there, this is gonna be a pre-canon fic.
And remember, feedbacks, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!
Enjoy~
Marc Spector
The image of a fuchsia scarf with scarab details spurts into Marc's head as a female flight hostess instructs the passengers to tighten their belts, for they're about to land in Cairo International Airport. It hasn't actually left his mind, really; it hunts him almost every night ever since that night in the Egyptian desert close to the borders with Sudan, depriving him from sleep.
Marc feels nauseous, the urge to vomit is becoming stronger and stronger, lurching and tugging at his stomach as the plane descends within the air. It's very much unlike him, he never had this before. He notices his grips tightening on the armrests of the chair; his jaws tick.
Fuck, he almost hisses, but the vile word reverberates only through his head. He can't allow past memories to freak him out, and lose control now. He can't afford to. Khonshu's current mission, which has led him right back to Egypt, is critical; the country isn't at its best times.
After the military upheaval of Abdelfattah Elsisi, the previous defence minister, against Muhammad Morsi and overthrowing him, a great majority of people weren't pleased with the result. So, multiple protests have emerged, again. The people are enraged and pissed, for Morsi is the first elected president of Egypt since the royal family has been dethroned. However, Elsisi is a military man, and solving problems with peaceful negotiation isn't on the table.
And now, almost two years after the coup, Elsisi is the country's president despite the people's grouse; riots are rising, and the situation is unhinged, or Ala kaff ifreet [On a Jinny's palm] as the locals say. On one hand, Marc thinks, it may be in favour, he can easily carry on his god's wishes without much trouble, since the country is already in chaos, he can deal with and use it to his advantage, all he needs to do is to keep himself in check, and bury his emotions inside his consciousness, he's pretty good at that after all. He can do it — he must.
Marc flinches a bit as the plane sinks harder, and he sneers. Yep, definitely gonna hold it. He snickers.
“Heya awwal marrah as'ab marrah,” [The first time is the hardest one.]
Marc's head turns around, his adjacent traveller looking at him with concern. A kid girl, an elementary school student, fifth grade maybe. She has a dark and curly hair, her tan skin is revealed by the sleeveless top she wears.
She extends her hand to him, smiling so innocently, a window between her teeth is apparent, ready to cradle the permanent ones. “Feek temsek edy law awez,” [You can hold my hand if you want.]
Marc nods and swallows, surprising even himself when finds his hand reach out to hers. His large hand engulfs her tiny one, and oddly enough, he finds something sedating about the whole act.
“Sh-shukran,” [Thanks.] He tries to smile, but his lips curl into a grimace instead, the girl giggles.
“Enta mush masri?” [You're not Egyptian?]
Marc shakes his head, “No.”
The girl's smile widens, “No?”
“Ana amriki.” [I'm American]
“Oh! Amriki wo betetkallam arabi? Helow awy!” [American and you speak Arabic? So cool!]
The girl laughs in zealousness, “My name's Shahd, and you're...?”
“Marc,”
“Ammo Marc,” Shahd says, “Enta jay ala Masr leh?” [Why did you come to Egypt?]
Ammo? Marc raises an eyebrow, does he look that old to have a young kid calling him uncle? He's only freaking twenty nine; he scowls a bit.
“Uhhh...” Marc regards the young girl's face, discombobulated.
Of course, he'd not tell an eleven years-old why he's really here, and most certainly, he can't tell anyone, obviously. But looking at her grinning face unsettles him more than he already is. Wait, maybe she's one of those young spies who are trained to ensnare people who are like he's used to be. He's encountered many of them before, when he was still a soldier then a CIA agent, serving in Iraq and Afghanistan and many other places, child recruits who work for certain groups and systems. Fuck, he even told her his real name.
Way to go, Spector, way to go...
“To see the pyramids?” She asks him, still giving him that toothless grin.
Damn, why is he so tense and suspicious? She's just a kid, a fucking kid, he can deal with her, he can deal with much worse.
Marc nods, flexing his brows, “Oh, yeah, to see the pyramids,”
“Ya'ni enta tourist?” [Means you're a tourist?]
“Exactly,” He hisses unintentionally when the plane dips down and the landing gear meets the ground. Shahd squeezes his hand for assurance, still smiling at him.
Marc gazes at their clasped hands, hers is so small compared to his, so soft and delicate compared to his calloused and rough one. He closes his eyes for a moment, seeing a blurry image of Randall's hand clutching into his desperately as he tries to push himself up to save himself from drowning, he sees his little brother crying and begging for help, panicked and scared to death, his only hope in his big brother to save them both, which he terribly failed at.
Marc yanks his hand from Shahd's. They look at eachother awkwardly for a moment, Shahd's blinking and Marc's swallowing hard. He throws a quick scan around before asking, “Howa feen babaki wo mamtek?” [Where are your parents?] He clears his throat and adds, “Akeed mush betsafri lewahdek, mush kida?” [Surely you don't travel alone, right?] He tries to grin playfully at her.
Shahd giggles, “Akeed la ya ammo Marc!” [Of course no, uncle Marc!] Then she points at the chair two lines in front of them to the left. Marc traces her finger to see a man watching them both, a proud smile on his face.
“Da babaya!” [That's Daddy!] She exclaims, “Baba bus! Ammo Marc amriki wo beyetkallam arabi zayina!” [Look, daddy! Uncle Marc's American and speaks Arabic like us!]
Marc tries to smile cordially, his qualms rising again in his chest, “She's lovely,”
“Thank you, sir,” The man smiles back, something truly genuine haloes his presence. Marc feels a bit more relieved.
The plane's movement hauls to a stop, then another stewardess' voice echoes through, in Arabic then English, politely informing the passengers of the safe landing they just had, then she courteously instructs them to keep calm and to not jostle among eachother, then wishes them a happy trip.
Marc loosens his belt then waits for several minutes before he moves and grabs his bags from the cabin baggage. He then puts his cap on his head, and takes a gum into his mouth and starts chewing on it. And before he walks down the aisles, a small hand tugs on his shirt.
“Nice to meet you, Ammo Marc,” Shahd extends her hand with confidence.
Marc smiles, “Nice to meet ya, kid,” He shakes her hand. She giggles and Marc's smile softens more. He offers her a gum which she delightfully accepts.
When he sees her father he nods at him in acknowledgement. Shahd's dad smiles back as he says in Arabian-accented English “Enjoy your stay in Masr, sir!”
Marc is already past him, he scoffs at himself, “Yeah, sure I will.”
•••
“Yeah, I'm in, Frenchie,” Marc's head rests against his right shoulder, while holding the phone in between, and unpacking his stuff. He sighs, grabbing the phone with his hand now, “Told ya I need a man to watch from afar, and can't trust anyone but you, Frenchie,”
It's a conversation he and his friend have had before. His co-worker and right hand, Jean-Paul Duchamp, has insisted to come along and help Marc in Egypt by being at the latter's side.
“Oui, oui, you did make it clear, Marc,” Duchamp's French accent answers from the other side of the line, “But let me remind you, shall I sense anything off, I'd certainly come for the rescue,”
Marc chuckles, “Yeah, counting on that actually,”
Duchamp guffaws, “You rascal,” Marc can see a very clear picture of his friend twirling his mustache playfully. “Anyway, sent you the info you might need on this case, if you want anything else, just gimme a call, d'accord?”
“Yeah, sure,” Marc scratches his eyebrow with his thumbnail, “Anything else?”
Duchamp clears his throat before he adds, “Well, actually yes, Marc,” He stops for a moment, “You're surely aware that, after the huge amount of investigation we've had, this is most likely has a link to what happened that day, aren't you?”
Marc tries to sound unaffected, unfazed, “Your point?”
“Are you ready to face it again, Marc?” Duchamp's usual sarcastic tone disappears as he asks, “Are you ready to—”
Marc cuts him off, “What happened that day remains in the past, Frenchie,”
“We have yet to locate him as you know,”
Marc cards a hand through his hand indignantly, “Doesn't matter,”
“You sure? Last time you underestimated him, he made a hole in your stomach and left you to die in the desert.”
“Yes,” Marc snaps, exasperated, “But I came back alive, didn't I?”
“Oui, somehow,”
“Then there's no need to worry, Frenchie,”
After they bid eachother goodbyes, Marc starts to set up his computer supplies, wires and devices have soon covered the entire room. From a year onwards, Marc has been careful when it comes to use Khonshu's armour, he doesn't summon it until the situation grows critical and too serious, he can handle many situations depending only on his skills and talents, obtained from years of experience, as a warrior against evildoers and sinners. He couldn't risk drawing the attention of the intelligence and the chance of being arrested; an international fugitive, uses superpowers and act as a vigilante. He either would be dragged to acquiesce to the bullshit they name "Sokovia Accords" or they're going to throw his ass in prison if he refuses to submit to it, which he certainly will do, like they did to many Avengers members.
Moon Knight doesn't work like that, he doesn't submit to anyone's wishes but his god, which in this case is Khonshu. The world is indeed going into deeper shit, with the Avengers split, and two of them are off of the world, crime has been increasing around the globe. That's when Moon Knight must act, maybe that what motivates him to keep doing this even though he hates it. It's his way to atone for his misdeeds.
“You know I will protect you with everything I have; you are worth protecting.”
Marc closes his eyes, trying not to startle, whipping his head to face his master. He nods silently, craning his head up to gaze at the deity, the one who saved his life two years ago. He still remembers every bit of it, every moment of it. Marc still feels the cold steel of his gun pressing against his chin ready to end his misery underneath the god's statue, still feels his blood life gushing out of his stomach, streaming and smearing the white sand he crawled upon, still hears his choked apologies for the people who'd met their demise because of his actions.
“You shall face your fears, Marc Spector,” He remarks, “And by my name you shall crush them underneath your feet and by that, you're going to protect the travellers of the night.”
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7 questions: Jake Lockley from Moon Knight/MCU
three facts about them from my personal headcanons
My personal headcanon that Jake is the reason the MK System ran away from home...
He convinced the MK System to run away from home.
He appeared on the day the MK system decided to run away from home.
Given Marc's weeping over Wendy's death : at times he wanted to reach out and try reconciling with her, but Jake stopped him every time. Because only Jake understands that for their own safety, the MK System need to be away from Wendy.
a reason they suck
They got too little screentime.
a reason they are great
He has fun fighting bad guys, in a way Marc and Steve don't.
a reason I relate to them
I speak Spanish.
(what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character
I think Jake/Layla. Much like Steve/Layla and Marc/Layla in the show. Honestly I ship Layla/the entire MK System. Can't have one of them without the other! Which would make them my OT5 XD.
five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened
He should've gotten more screen time,
He should specifically appear in a few episodes before the last time, BEFORE Khonshu reveals his name, to add a bit of mystery.
He should be appear in Season 2. If there's a Season 2.
He should've gotten his own Moon Knight suit.
He should've at least appeared in a few reflections.
five people that character never fell in love with and why
Marc (he's like a brother to him and that would be incest)
Steven (same reason as with Marc)
Khonshu (too much of a power imbalance)
Tawaret (same reason as with Khonshu)
Arthur Harrow (their shared history as Moon Knights, and different experiences as Moon Knight, would make it awkward)
BASED ON THIS ASK MEME
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