frenemies/enemies to lovers (marc spector x oc), friend's to lovers (steven grant x oc), angst, fluff, spoilers, will update as this goes along, layla exists but not unmarried, it's not really following the episodes that much. Just... At this point Steven has been called Marc already by Khonshu and also chances are Steven may be ooc, I'm still trying to get used to writing him!
IMPORTANT NOTE: DID is not a personality disorder, therefore I will not treat Marc or Steven as personalities. They are individual identities with their own lives. As I write this, I will do my best to make sure the DID community is fairly represented and that both Steven and Marc are respected. And if you also want to write for Moon Knight, please research DID before writing. Sensitivity readers exist, ask questions, LEARN. If you aren't willing to do so, Moon Knight isn't for you <3
a big thank you to @b6cky for answering my questions and providing me with good links! this might not exist if not for her!
In the time of Pharaohs and Gods, there was a Pharaoh who loved his wife so dearly, that he had once said the sun only rose for her, and though she died long before he did, his heart still belonged to her. He may have married others, kept the line of Egypt strong and powerful, but his heart was as heavy as the largest statue made of solid gold without her. It's a tale of true love that withstood a thousand lifetimes and yet, such love no longer exists. At least that's what Millie believed as soon as she had the misfortune of meeting Marc Spector, a fellow vigilante and a known asshole when it comes down to it.
He's not a bad man, don't mistake her disdain for him as his admission of guilt. He's not entirely a bad man, as most vigilantes dance the line of good and bad, but he certainly isn't an easy man to know. And even less an easier man to love. She doesn't know how Layla did it for as long as she had before their divorce, but the mere fact she stuck around as long as she did was amazing. One minute in a room with him and they would be arguing if it were Millie.
Still, when he disappeared, she went after him and even though every part of her says to forget him, to forget everything, she followed him. Now, in London, standing in the gift shop of a museum, she's confused.
It's Marc, alright, except it's not. He's squirrely, for one, and wears a nametag that reads 'Steven'. It's not Marc and yet it is.
"Hi, may I help you?" He wrings his hands nervously, watching her eye the mugs and the Ennead poster. He speaks with a jarring British accent. Definitely not Marc.
"There are nine gods in the Ennead," she mutters, more so to herself than to him, but his expression brightens. "I'm sorry, Steven, is it? I've never been to London before. The museum is just about the only familiar place I know."
He nods, following her gaze to the poster. "Oh! Well, I'd love to show you around but I'm just a gift shop-ist... I can show you around the misspelled mugs and whatnot?"
It's odd, she thinks. Extremely odd. She's staring at Marc's face but everything else about him is Steven. She wants to ask if he knows Marc, perhaps Marc has a twin? He would've said so if he knew he had a twin, and even if he didn't, there was hardly s thing Marc wasn't aware about.
"Do you know someone named Marc?" The words fly out her mouth before she can stop them and he sends her a funny look, a mix between confusion and pure surprise. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't have asked such a thing! I just met you, duh! I promise I don't go around asking strangers if they know my friend."
Friend. Liar. She's a liar. He's not a friend. He puts duty to Khonshu above all else, except for Layla. It was always Layla. But some part of her wishes she was.
"How do you know that name?" He asks, speaking as quietly as he can as if afraid someone might overhear him. "I've been hearing these things, yeah? And one of them called me Marc, do you know him?"
"I don't think this is something I should be saying," she shakes her head, "you just look a lot alike, I guess... My mistake..."
She turns to leave but then he grabs her arm, both right and gentle with his grip.
"Please," he whispers, as if he'd lost days and nights trying to figure out why this was happening to him of all people. He doesn't understand and she must be the key to unlocking everything. After all, he's just a gift shop-ist.
"I'm Millie, short for Millicent," she sticks her hand out to him, "I'd like to help you, Steven, but to do that we must get acquainted first!"
"H-Hi, Millie," he responds quietly, bewildered, "you'll help me then, yeah...?"
"I'll do my best, Steven. I really will."
But how can she help him? How can she help him when he doesn't know what he needs help with? She couldn't even help herself after Marc left the way he did and now she's offering to help a man who looks exactly like him? She always was one to bite off more than she can chew.
—
Millie looks at herself in the mirror, wearing a tank top and sweatpants instead of the usual long sleeves. The tattoos of the gods peer beyond her clothing at her, like prying beasts asking her why she offered to help Steven.
"He does not know you," behind her, a tall beastly thing stands. His head is the skull of a ram, horns curled and dangerous. His massive size makes him intimidating, if he were not known as the Divine Potter.
"Oh, shut up, Khnum. I can see that. I'm not blind." She retorts, lips pursed into a thin line. "You're the Divine Potter, can't you explain why he's Marc but not? I don't understand and he clearly doesn't either."
Khnum tilts his head slowly, as if his mind had already wandered into creating the next creature. "Must you know what's wrong to help him? Or can you simply help him by being there?"
"I'm talking to a nine foot tall god wearing nothing but bandages and a sad excuse for a robe, I think we both need help." She shakes her head, throwing herself onto her couch. "Are you basically saying I just need to befriend him to help him? Can you tell that he's lonely?"
"The Greeks were not wrong to say that mankind was eventually separated from their soulmates, from their other halves," he says simply, tone sounding bored almost, "he is different. He is not like you, but you are like him. Lost, confused and alone. I am no fool, so you would be wise to accept this fact."
His words leave an unsettling truth in the pit of her heart. Their circumstances may be different, but if she were not meant to know Steven, she would not be here. Khnum would not have led her here if there was nothing for her here.
When you're reading @popiaswhitesuit little coffee shop au and something shocking happens so you gasp and someone asks what's up and tries to figure out what u gasping about so now you gotta explain
Hi I want u to know that I appreciate u leaving me an ask 🥺 (you are the first person to ever send me an ask and I love u for it)
For 6, I'd love love love to see Ghost to collaborate with Lord of the Lost. Lotl has a harder sound and is a bit more loud I guess is the word I want to use but I'd love to see Chris and Tobias working together. I just love them so much
12 leaves me with so MUCH. I'd want all the sweaters, the popia robe blanket, the puzzles. The whole store at this point 😂 but I have the funko pops for Nihil and 2 and I really like those. I have them behind me on my book shelf rn. Its like 2 is scowling at me for not doing what I'm supposed to be doing for my classes
I've had some pretty whack dreams, some involving actual ghosts, but as far as my 2020 memory serves me, the only dream that I had that remotely related to ghost was probably dreaming about going to a concert and meeting Tobias.
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@popiaswhitesuit ITS HERE! first chapter! Hope everyone who reads it enjoys it as much as i did writing the first chapter! <3
Summary:
Terzo is plagued with a series of dreams of a woman with "stars in her eyes." He has never seen her in his kingdom or elsewhere, so who she is is lost on him. In the midst of his dreams, he must deal with feeling inadequate, alone, and lost as well as having to work side by side with a new king - one who did not earn his title but was thrusted into it by Sister Imperator. Oh, yeah, there's also a life or death prophecy unraveling.
Why can't I just be happy that I'm actually doing stuff??
I mean, I always hate everything I make, but the one time I want to amount to something and make something great, I'm riddled with the fact that everything I make sucks and I'm better off sticking to writing than art and visual novels.
For once I want to look at my art and go "ah, such a beautiful thing you are. I will spam all my friends with you for weeks."
Now it's just constantly comparing myself to a friend who's art started off being something a fifth grader or sixth grader would draw (given that's where we were when we first met) for a long while and then suddenly, she's just so good and I'm not improving at all. Sure, I can draw the eyes really well but everything else needs a base. I can't draw a person without having something to trace over, and if I don't, everything is disproportionate and ugly. I feel like I've got to be perfect on the first try and if I'm not I'm a complete failure.
New and improved. I named him Vannevar. He's lacking a lot of the jewelry and decor he was decked out in before but as Chief Overseer, he can't exactly be decked out in jewels all the time!
I changed the lore of him and his people as well so if you'd like to hear it let me know!
