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【Comic】 Pale Memory 【HK/HKSS】
>>>Notice: Please read from right to left. <<<
Sorry, I forgot English comics are read from left to right when I was drawing this...
This comic also includes spoilers for Hollow Knight: Silksong.
20 pages in total.
Summary: Interactions between PK and young Hornet.
Marc: who's that?
Khonshu, nervous: uhh, no one
Artemis: Hi! I'm the greek goddess of hunting, the forests and the moon
Steven: the moon? 🤩
Jake: WE WANT HER! WE WANT TO BE HER KNIGHTS! BYE FUCKONSHU! 🖕🖕🖕
While i agree, cause greek gods can be assholes too, it's online-law that i should respond to this with: "you must be fun at parties" 😂
Been there, never doing that again. Got kicked out from one of Zeus' orgies and turned to a spider for pointing where the exit was for one of Zeus' unsuspecting hook-ups that night, who looked like a minor too.
The multiple arms do help typing though. Wonder if Spider-man could use an extra side-kick?
Marc: who's that?
Khonshu, nervous: uhh, no one
Artemis: Hi! I'm the greek goddess of hunting, the forests and the moon
Steven: the moon? 🤩
Jake: WE WANT HER! WE WANT TO BE HER KNIGHTS! BYE FUCKONSHU! 🖕🖕🖕
I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.
You know the economy is going downhill when you reblog a picture of goo like a well meaning auntie in the year 2004 sending you an email forward as unhinged as she is.
Can’t wait to see you at thanksgiving Sandra, may this goo bring me work.
Meaning of Colors in Anciet Egyptian Art:
🌕✨
Today is your day, Khonshu! 🌝👑
中秋快乐！Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! 🌕✨
There's even the lunar crown on Khonshu's head! And Jake!
🌙Good Evening
🔆Good Morning
If Hornet's direct father, the Pale King, is a higher pale being, and the weaver blood on her mother side are like, connected to Grand Mother Silk who is also a higher pale being. This would make Hornet like, 3/4th higher being and is related to 2 Pale Higher beings on both sides of her family.
I'm still not sure with the Weavers side since they were uplifted by Grand Mother Silk by direct connection via silk threads. But would this make all the Weavers like, half higher beings if GMS contributed some traces stuff in the system? Not as strong as Hornet who literally have half of her genes from a very obvious higher being. But there should be some percentage within the Weavers to be similar to a higher being.
Stick-Gods ~ Gambling Time
Sudden MK fan fic idea
Moon Knight + Don Quixote + Shutter Island + Silent Hill + Evil Within (either 1 or 2)
All have some relations to psychology, with 2 being straight up horror and facing your inner demons, literally thanks to weird cultic science sh*t that allows your own repressed trauma to manifest to a monster related to it. No eldrich demons/gods, just your own issues that can and will kill you.
Evil Within 1 & 2 gets way too deep in this science stuff and is just too complicated to explain.
Silent Hill have always been about psychological horror, with 2 being the most famous. I just like the idea that Marc's personal "Pyramid Head" ends up looking like Khonshu, as Pyramid Head is supposed to embody James Sunderland's sense of guilt, & personal executioner that is hunting him down.
Also, I use that as an excuse to why this Khonshu looks so comically monstrous, is that Marc is taking a ton of inspiration to every single horror films with mummies and just, created subconscious guilt monster based on those tropes. And named it Khonshu.
For Don Quixote, the original Spanish novel, is a bit of a deconstruction against the whole "White Knight Archetype" to an exaggerated degree.
The twist is that the protagonist, an old man, is so obsessed with the knight stories that made his own suit and runs around town doing knight stuff thinking he is one. And He becomes a problem as he is so deep in his delusion that what he thought was acts of knighthood, is actually causing problems for the entire town. Like harassing a girl, he thought was a damsel in distress, or attacking a windmill thinking it's a dragon. And the town is so sick of it that they decided to stage a "final battle" hoping to snap the old man out of his delusion.
Basically, the town decides to go with the delusional narrative, get everyone to dress up, play along, so they can take control of the narrative and finally craft an "ending". Hoping it will lead the old man out of his delusion.
He sort-of does in the end as everyone, including the old man returns home.
A similar thing happened in Shutter Island where the whole film is proven to be a stage-up that follows a man's delusional narrative, hoping that if he does follow through it, he can get closure on his guilt. Which is that he actually murdered his wife after he learned that she drowned their kids out of depression.
The OAA should be expanded to have a plural, not singular term
I've always find the One-Above-All, to be a bit, inaccurate.
Infact, it should also be the Ones-Above-All.
Plural, as in, there are plenty of Ones above all. Because in a meta-sense, there are.
If the character is meant to be a bit of a meta-joke about how Stan Lee, or Jack Kirby is the father of Marvel. But it's a monotheistic way, which, is a good way to honor them, but if you go deeper to the meta-joke, it's highly inaccurate.
Realistically, Stan Lee is not around, so is Jack Kirby. In the first run where the OAA appeared, their image was sometimes used as a stand-in for the "one-above-all". It works in a narrative perspective, and a small cheek into the fact that Stan Lee helped create Spider-man. But he was not the one who is writing the story that created the "One-Above-All" in the first place.
There is a separate meta-character who created the "One-Above-All." Mark Waid and Mike Wiering. The writers
They, in a way, are the ones above who created the "One-Above-All" and made it cannon to the marvel universe.
The true "Ones-Above-All" to the "One-Above-All". Not Jack Kirby, not Stan Lee. Heck, Stan Lee would probably say that he is not the only one and share the credit with his colleagues, because it is true.
Marvel is not owned by one person, it is a massive corporation with tons of writer, shareholders, artist and creators. Each of them are their own "One-above-all". Because us, writers and creators, are above our own works. Even in fanfiction, we are the "One-Above-All" to what we make.
And in the current comic situation, it is still more accurate to make the OAA to be plural in a meta sense since each comic run have different writer's contributing to the mess that is cannon. Each ONE picking what they like, emitting some, or just retconning it completely for reasons.
ONE writer is the "One-Above-All" for that run, and that run alone. The next run can have the same one, or a different one who is very, very different from the previous one.
With so many "One" that keep changing, Is there really a true "One-Above-All"? When the One keeps changing every single run.
Which goes back to my point, there isn't a One-Above-All. There is actually a Ones-Above-All.
Us. Everyone who have ever pick up a pen, draw fanart, write a story that will be published in the next issue, or even make really bad fanfiction. Kevin Feige, Stan Lee, the many, many writers and artist that is under the paycheck of Marvel, including the fans.
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Satire parody Guidebook Part 7 So You Want to Use Heka?! written by Khonshu, Yes that Khonshu.
Chapter 2
Energy, Will, and Divine ugh…Wifi
Okay, next topic. Energy Is Everything.
Imagine the universe is a giant device. Heka is the battery, the touchscreen, circuitry, the science behind it AND the annoying notification that your storage is full because you refuse to delete your 6,000 cat photos.
Everything—yes, everything—runs on this divine current.
In ancient Egyptian metaphysics, Heka wasn’t just magic like in those Harry Potter. It was the FORCE of life itself. Gods and priest wielded it, the Nile flowed with it, and if you sneezed, that too was technically Heka.
I’ll say it again, Heka was a deity AND a principle. Yes they share the same name, except one will roast you like the most annoying teacher. It didn’t mean “hocus pocus”—it meant “the functional reality of life.” You couldn’t escape it any more than you could escape gravity or free will.
Unless you're Deadpool. He escaped brain function entirely.
Unlike western tv and bad fantasy novels where to do magic, you either:
Wiggle fingers.
Latin gibberish that makes no sense when translated.
Boom! Explosions.
Stop embarassing yourself. For Heka, it’s is more like:
Attune to the divine harmony.
Use sacred words tied to cosmological truth.
Found out that your spiritually/emotionally/physically constipated, and nothing will happen.
Heka is about resonance with Divine Truth, not punching a portal through reality while doing jazz hands.
And no, you cannot manifest an money by chanting my name while holding a chicken nugget under the full moon. I pity the nugget more than you.
Now to the OG Power of the Tongue.
Speaking something into existence wasn’t metaphor—it was literally how Ra created the world. Or Ptah. Or Thoth. And before you ask, they are all cannon at the same time, don't ask stupid questions.
And unlike your latest social media hot take, it actually had actual cosmic consequences. And very dangerous ones
For comparison:
Words = Energy.
Sound = Structure.
Intent = Function.
When Thoth speaks, the cosmos listens.
When YOU speak, it usually ends in an argument, usually in that unreliable bird app you use. Or whatever it's called these days.
Know the difference.
This is why Names of Power were guarded like the most dangerous nuclear launch codes. If someone knew your true name, they could potentially undo your fate like it was a typo in your coding. Ask Ra about that.
To recap, remember to:
Speak with purpose. No mumbling to talking in Latin backwards. This isn’t Hogwarts.
Believe it. If you think it won’t work, congratulations, it won’t.
And lastly align with Ma’at. That’s Truth, Order, and Balance. Know these three. If there is no inner AND outer Balance, or a lack of alignment within due to say, emotional constipation or being pathetic in general. Congratulations, you just proved that you need to drop this book and go on retreat in the mountains. No Pinterest mood board, Tumblr aesthetics, crystals or brooding on the rooftop for 3 days.
While you didn’t shower for days and just brood in front of a mirror without a shirt while yelling at this book. (You know who you are. And if it's your reading this Marc Yes, I know you didn't shower for a week)
Heka isn’t just about fireballs or flying while looking cool. It’s medicine, its healing, it’s science and art. It’s balance and understanding to both to yourself and to the world around you.
It's justice served hot, and also accidentally setting your entire neighborhood on fire if you mispronounce a syllable, because your depressed over your pathetic live.
So, you know, ENUNCIATE!
And take a shower!
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i had read the current run of Moon Knight. And if I'm being honest. I kinda don't like Tigra to be Marc's love interest. There's something off, hollow and unsettling about it for some reason. About everything and how it is pushed and glorified. Like Tigra just jumped the gun each time Marc tries to be nice. Which feels a bit... how should I put it.
Rude. Almost violating personal space.
Like she knows Marc is being nice and polite, but that is not an excuse to cross personal boundaries and kiss him out of the blue. He is apologizing, not giving a confession. But apparently Tigra either misunderstood it, or decided to just jump to her ideas right there. That is what Tigra wants, to get "laid". Marc just wants a friend who will not judge him, not a bedpartner to fill and Tigra apparently won't see it that way.
And Marc, being the lonely bastard he is, just let's her continue with this, enabling her behavior further because it makes him feel wanted and less alone. Heck, Tigra is also a lonely bastard with partner-issues, a bit emotionally repressed due to her responsibility as a single lonely mother, and is projecting it on Marc because the man is also lonely with the air of a pathetic wet cat. And Tigra can be really pushy sometimes underneath her fun exterior. Did I mention lonely? Because everyone is a lonely bastard at an all-time emotional low when they met Marc. Which makes it even more twisted.
Marc never give it a name or even declared it, but Tigra is assuming and acting like they are a thing without even asking him directly? I really don't like it.
It feels, toxic the more I think about it. Which is unhealthy for both of them. And just the Khonshu situation all over again. But with boobs, better PR, and better art. Doesn't help that Tigra is more portrayed human, so she does have more casual scenes that makes us ignore the massive red flag. And double standards. She needs more help, and to meet with someone with more empathy, patience and not some needy.
The artist did a great job in distracting me with how unhealthily Codependent and messed up everyone have become. All Thanks to Marc.
It's like watching a train crash in slow motion, and I really hope it burns in the end for everyone. And I mean everyone. I keep seeing so many red flags, and no one noticed because the art is good.
Heck, they praise it for Marc "saving" them and being a better person, when he is making his own cult. The very thing he used to fight. Which really leaves a bad taste in my mouth and I was waiting to see how their family reacts to it. Nothing shows because apparently cultic behavior is a good thing.
You all want to continue Marc's legacy? Well, you get his legacy packaged with bad decisions and trauma, which the Midnight Mission looks up to like it's a good thing. It's not. It really isn't.
It's a black hole and an abyss they will gladly jump into hand in hand because they are that in-depth to Marc's kindness, even if it comes with toxic habits that is already bleeding to them.
Marc's and idiot, Tigra's an idiot. All of them are idiots with either co-dependency or Stockholm Syndrome that is not even noticed by the Avenger's mandated therapist who is really lousy at her job. I can go on with how much this is all just shallow writing with pretty art that feels like some male fantasy with not consequence when there is so much red flags everywhere when you apply even a smidge of brain cells at the storyline.
I'm hoping anyone, themselves, or even Khonshu will stop this nonsense and finally pound some senses on everyone. Because underneath all of this art, it really makes me unsettled why they are basically going against what was implied that Marc CAN make mistakes without Khonshu.
There is no mistakes in the run, everyone is a loyal fan of him and Marc barely feels any hard consequences to his own action. The only consequences are those that have some association with listening to Khonshu, and they only further strengthen that. If anything, he is a massive hypocrite who is dependent on Khonshu in every way, he never spoke against Khonshu's mission of protecting the travelers of the night. He said to be against Khonshu? then he should HARM and not protect the travelers of the night, that is the anti-thesis to Khonshu. Or praise any sun deity like Horus. The other falcon headed Egyptian god.
Because everything again IS for Khonshu. The symbol, the mantle, the mission is still Khonshu's will since the beginning. If he really wants to make it his own, then he should toss away the mantle of a Fist of KHONSHU, and just be a Fist of MARC.
His own will, his own name, his own conviction. But he isn't, he is a massive hypocrite and gaslighted everyone to love him with pity and the whole "I was a tortured victim who was tormented by a monster in my head" while enforcing bad habits that should have been pointed out by his therapist who is supposed to help him.
Did I mention how I find Dr. Sternman to be useless at her job?
Yeah, that monster is yourself Marc, Not Khonshu. But you just love to dump everything to the foreign god he was conditioned to hate with prejudice, and barely knows the history of for the 2000th time.
Tigra does it, Badr does it now with the whole killing Diatrice, Marc does it with the Shroud. I was really hoping that Marc himself would be the one to want to kill Shroud as it is in Marc's character to be obsessively violent and overly attached to a suit he never takes off. But no, they frame it as Khonshu giving the orders again instead of Marc's having actual accountability.
Because Marc is not allowed to make mistakes, and every bad decision should be dumped on Khonshu for the hundredth time. The amount of mental gymnastics, and the fact that the author enforces this unhealthy and frankly orientalist/racist/ableist logic is really disappointing.
Because there are actual cases where mental illness was blamed on some non-abrahamic god and they use this an excuse to portray western beliefs/monotheistic beliefs to be the "good guy". This mentality even caused actual deaths where children/adults were abused, ridiculed, ostracized and even killed because the native customs/beliefs/gods are seen as "evil mad unhealthy". This coming from a POC whose home had a history of colonialism, and whose native beliefs where shamed/depicted as mad evil gods purely so that we will submit to our colonial masters and thank them for being "saved" while they burned down the town.
So yeah, this is personal. Very personal
Khonshu is still Marc's biggest voice to kill or is some "Satan" figure, again. He is Marc's real scapegoat and apparently, that is better than Marc confronting his own daddy issues (that involves his real father Elias), temper that was there before Khonshu came in the picture, and actually facing the consequences of that by his own actions, not listening to Khonshu. It is just the laziest way to make Marc redeemable. Tossing all of the "bad decision" to Khonshu than having it be Marc actually make it without Khonshu's influence and have accountability when it fails. Because they never want Marc to fail at anything besides having some relation with Khonshu. Again.
The comic keeps making a point that Marc can make mistakes without/despite Khonshu but they fail to deliver said point. There are no long-term mistakes for his actions and they never will, at all. This is just Marc's personal fanfiction and ideal world at this point.
Everyone, even Badr now puts all of the "kill" blame to Khonshu and it's a huge disappointment since Badr is proven to make some bad mistakes, but later in the story they frame it again that Khonshu is the one ordering him to kill. They all need professional help beside Sternman because she pretty much compromised and in on this cult/fanclub.
Satire parody Guidebook Part 6 So You Want to Use Heka?! written by Khonshu, Yes that Khonshu.
Chapter 1
Welcome to Heka: You Break It, You Bought
Hi there! It's me again.
The one with the bird-skull one you love to hate.
I'm here today because someone thought it would be hilarious to throw me into a dimension full of clueless mortals, delusional gods, and American writers who apparently think I’m the villain in every story.
So, I'm writing this book. Because if I have to explain Heka one more time to another toga-wearing intern who thinks yelling "Abracadabra" will fix his homework, I will literally throw a moon at someone.
WHAT IS HEKA?
(And what it’s not, you wand-waving imbecile)
“Heka is the life force, the juice, the spark, the universal energy with password of the cosmos.”
– Me.
Satire parody Guidebook Part 5 So You Want to Use Heka?! written by Khonshu, Yes that Khonshu.
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Let's get this over with.
This book is NOT a user manual.
It is NOT a spell book for your suspiciously secretive weekend “Moon Sisterhood” coven that gathers once a month to butcher my name and burn incense that smells like a soaked cat. And it is certainly NOT the spiritual equivalent of a BuzzFeed quiz to reveal which glyph you are based on your favorite moon emoji.
This is—yes, I know I already said it before—a divine field guide for the overly ambitious mortal who has decided, for reasons that baffle even the gods, that they are ready to prod at the primal currents of heka.
A force so ancient it watched the concept of “time” trip over its own feet, so intricate it once made a man erase his entire language trying to decipher one one symbol.
If it sounds like I'm exaggerating, I'm not. If I mention a footnoted, it means someone had messed it up very badly.
This book, that sounds more like someone's ex-wife's angry tweet, is my cosmic tantrum in literary form—packaged politely so you can pretend you’re learning while I insult your tea.
It was compiled, written, translated, forcibly dumbed down for those among you who can’t sit through a single scroll—you know who you are, plural-wise—retranslated, and vetoed nine times because apparently my annotations were “inappropriate.”
They are not. They are necessary
If you find yourself muttering “Didn’t he already say that in the introduction?”—Yes. I did.
And no, I don’t enjoy repeating myself. But apparently some of you require reminders, or else you run off to misquote me in a podcast at three in the morning.
If you came here craving “balance” and “good vibes” — I strongly suggest a yoga retreat in the mountains.
And not just go running around in sacred armor older than your cities, and waste time by brooding in the dark like a certain someone!
Take deep breaths. Touch actual grass. Buy an emotional support crystal.
And Do not try to summon me with it!
If you came here for raw power, half-truths that feel more like passive-aggressive footnotes from a someone's bitter ex — Welcome.
Try to keep up.
And I'll say this again, do not to summon anything you can’t dismiss.
[And for a certain ex-mercenary whose name rhymes with Clarc Vector, Yes — I had already gone over this for the 15th time. Maybe this time you’ll actually listen past the 5th sentence. And maybe your "overly-polite worm" and "that angry driver" will too, while they’re lurking in the background pretending they’re not reading over your shoulder.]
Enjoy. Or don’t. The moon will keep spinning either way.
Do not forget, I remember every night.
-K
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Satire parody Guidebook Part 4 So You Want to Use Heka?! written by Khonshu, Yes that Khonshu.
Introduction
Congratulations. If you've reach this far you are either:
A half-competent mortal with more curiosity than common-sense.
A self-proclaimed “mystic” who believes Wikipedia citations and conspiracy blogs count as magical credentials.
One of those self-help podcast addicts who think “manifesting” and “Heka” are interchangeable.
Or some unfortunate soul roped into this by circumstance, prophecy, have some cursed bloodline from your incompetent ancestors, or just sheer bad luck.
Regardless, you are here now.
Welcome.
This guide is my attempt—against better judgment and the screams of every last atom of cosmic decorum—to scream about the divine force that is Heka. Not “magic.” Not “the occult.” And for the love of every celestial alignment, NOT “Hekate.”
[Wrong pantheon. Wrong continent. And I will personally unravel the bones of the next fool who mistakes me for a Greco-Roman Witch!]
Let me be clear, again. Heka is NOT a toy.
It is not your aesthetic. It is not your Carnival tarot deck..
It is power. It is the logic of the cosmos, written in syllables and carved in shadow. It is older than your clearly fake demon summoning app and more dangerous than a therapy session with Loki of all people.
But does anyone respect that? No.
So here we are — me, a Thousand year-old deity reduced to explaining hieroglyphs to people who think Moon Knight is just a costume invented up in the 20th century by mortals in New York.
And you, probably in your underwear, sipping lukewarm water, debating whether this book is serious or just a long, angry excuse for me to scream at you.
Answer, it's both.
This book was written because a few select individuals — whom I will not name but they know who they are - got too curious for their own good and end up summoning something beyond their own abilities. It happened way too many times now and apparently, the Sorcerer Supreme, (if he didn't rip a whole in the fabric of the multiverse!) is too busy to even correct these mortals pathetic excuse of a ritual circle.
So, in an attempt to reduce the collateral damage, here is an "accessible" source that tells them just how much they got everything wrong.
And by “accessible,” they meant I couldn’t just smite people for being ignorant anymore and accidentally blowing up a city block. Endangering hundreds of innocent lives in the process.
Contrary to what a certain ex-mercenary believes, I'm not just doing this as an excuse for me to yell at him, or the worm... Again. It's an excuse for me to yell at everyone, not just you.
There's a reason I prefer brute force than magic nowadays, less changes of it backfiring horribly because someone didn't bother to read the footnotes, or double check the sources, or not be emotionally constipated while doing it.
Hence, the tone.
Hence, the comments.
Hence, this paper-bound insult to intelligence and all things divine.
You want Heka? Fine.
But don’t come crying when it answers back, with teeth and a huge chance of having your guts being ripped out.
Alway proceed with caution.
Or don’t. I’m not your babysitter.
-Khonshu Who Did Not Ask to Be Here Either
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