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In The Pale Moonlight: What If....Gotham Knights?

Might do multiple parts to this one. Either way, the following is an adaption of the opening cutscenes. @harleyification, here's another little pick-me-up.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

The Mission was quiet. Barely anyone entered, and those who did were simply offering thanks from before. All and all, a good night. And then, the Mission suddenly made a little podium and sat their phone on top, angled towards him. It took only a few seconds before Marc was out the door.

It couldn't be true. He knew that the protocols existed, but things couldn't have gotten that bad so suddenly, right? Steven and Jake were asking questions but their voices barely pierced the endless begging of "not now, it's too soon, I'm not ready".

Wayne Manor was rubble.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Jason was by his side and they were running. Dick, Barbara and Tim were already there, just arrived themselves it seemed. In one swift motion, Barbara pulls free Batman's gauntlet. "No," Steven whispered as the implications finally hit. Tim finds a small splatter of blood and, shortly after: "There!" Dick cries, pointing to a slap of reinforced concrete. On top of a human arm. Bat cowl in hand.

They all move as one, pausing only for the briefest moment before grapping that slab and lifting. But it's no use.

Vaguely, Marc can see Jason hold Tim back, and Barbara and Dick crouch by Bruce's side. He can hear Steven and Jake's reactions. But can only watch as Dick closes Bruce's their dad's eyes for the last time.

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It was raining. And that just seemed wrong to Jake. After everything Bruce had sacrificed for the city, he deserved at least a dry funeral. But, in truth, Jake hadn't the will to care that much.

As it was, he was only half listening to Great-Uncle Jacob's eulogy. Steven was gently pressed against him. Marc had been AWOL since...that night. "Bruce was Gotham," suddenly reached them both, "He loved this city more than he loved anything. He was a protector to this city. He worked tirelessly behind the scenes to bring justice and equality. There's nothing he wouldn't do - no project he wouldn't champion, if he thought Gotham would benefit. And I think in remembering that...We remember Bruce as he truely was."

Alfred broke from their line to delicately place a hand on Bruce's casket. As Dick walked forward to shelter him from the rain, Marc drifted back up silently.

Khonshu stood beside them, unseen by all else, as the casket was lowered from sight.

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Crickets were chirping when Steven arrived at the grave, the soft sign of life easing the tightness in his chest just a bit. Slowly, the others gathered around. "How's Alfred?" Jason asked Dick once everyone was there. "What you'd expect...took him three years to agree to a vacation and Bruce turned up dead?" Dick stated, "He asked for some time." "He knows that none of us were there either, right?" Tim asked. "What about you?" Barbara asked Dick before he could answer Tim, "You let Jacob Kane give the eulogy." "He offered."

"He thought it'd be easier on us if he was the one to do it." he continued, "He's Bruce's uncle." "Hell of a speech," Jason replied, "All that talk about a 'protector' who 'works behind the scenes'. If he only knew." Barbara cut off the thought that hung in the air: "Catherine wouldn't be there if she suspected. I can't see the anti-vigilante police commissioner presiding at Batman's funeral." "It's true," Steven piped up, "While most cops leave the Mission alone, we've heard some...murmerings about what would happen if the House of Shadows ever vacated."

"Here's something else Catherine doesn't know: She has the body of Batman's killer in her morgue," Dick stated, "Ra's Al-Ghul is listed as a John Doe, slated for cremation." "Good riddence," Marc muttered in the privacy of their head. "And what if the League of Shadows finds him?" Jason asked, "If they drop their dear leader in a Lazarus Pit, he won't be so dead anymore." "You want to break into the GCPD Headquarters for a 'what if', be my guest," Dick walked forward slightly. "I've decrypted the case Batman sent with his message," Barbara got between them, just in case, "We should focus on that."

Tim tapped at his tablet: "I looked it over, but...did I get everything? It doesn't look complete." "I think Ra's interupted him while he was writing." "He says, 'This has implications that could shake Gotham to its core'." "Ominous but not helpful," Jason dismissed, "I saw a few places we should poke around - construction sites, a quarry..." "He also mentioned a Dr. Langstrom. Anyone know him?" Dick interjected. "He's a zoologist at Gotham University." stated Tim's tech trigger-finger working its magic, "Not sure what his...connection is though."

"Let's divide up the work." Barbara offered, "We can meet at the Belfry when we're done, get it up and running." Silence briefly echoed between them. "Who gets to talk to Langstrom?" Dick asked their little circle. "We'll go," Marc lightly nugged Steven aside, his own suit appearing in seconds.

"Are you sure?" Tim asked cautiously. "We're fine!" Marc hissed. "Hey, easy man," Jason gestured like he was a wounded animal, "little birdie's only asking because none of us have seen you since the Manor went up." "I'm fine," Marc huffed after a deep breath. "Alright, but I'd feel better if someone else was physically with you tonight," Dick stated. "Robin," Marc turned to him after a moment's silence, "Any objections?" "None found."

And with that settled, they all nodded and left for their duties.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#gotham knights (2022)#marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #jason todd #dick grayson #barbara gordon #tim drake #jacob kane #alfred pennyworth #khonshu

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Moon Knight Prompt #8

Marc finds out about Jake, and decides to silently gather evidence to show Steven. But, instead of proof of Jake being murderous, he sees a montage of gentleness from Jake as he goes from day to day.

#free prompts for a good home #moon knight (2022)#another one I may do myself

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Shonthi, the Traveller Pokemon

Name origins: Shons (romanization of the coptic spelling of Khonshu) + cynthi- (word stem used to refer to the moon)

Type: Dark

7'10"/2.4 m

132.3 lbs/60.0 kg

Egg Group: No Eggs Discovered

Ablities: Intimidate/Defiant

Awakened by a rise in hostility, Shonthi flies swiftly through the night sky, casting their eyes on the earth below in search of whose who would do harm to others. However, they won't act themselves, instead sending Pashine to act in their place. Many who make the mistake of assumbing this to be due to weakness soon fail prey to their swift wings.

Stats HP: 170 Attack: 100 Defence: 95 Special Attack: 105 Special Defence: 90 Speed: 120 Total: 680

Signature Move Night Chill Type: Dark (Special) Power: 75 Accuracy: 95% PP: 10 Description: The user uses their wings to summon the harsh winds of a desert's night. May also leave the target frozen (10%).

Movelist

Level Up 6- Leer 14- Bite 16- Moonlight 17- Air Cutter 20- Hone Claws 21- Ancient Power 22- Feather Dance 24- Dark Pulse 25- Weather Ball 30- Sand Tomb 33- Moonblast 37- Night Chill 38- Steel Wing 61- Fly 86- Phantom Force

TM Shadow Ball Hyper Beam Rock Tomb Sandstorm Tailwind Psychic Curse Protect Scary Face Substitute Ally Switch Aerial Ace Will-O-Wisp Burning Jealousy Metal Claw

#my fakemon #fakemon #pokemon #moon knight (2022)

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In The Pale Moonlight: What If...Reevesverse?

This idea just randomly grabbed me and started screaming until I wrote it down. So, @harleyification, let's see what the Moon Son AU looks like in the Reevesverse (and also if I can even replicate that style).

This took so much longer than I thought it would.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

The floodwater had finally receded, washing away the horror of that night and of Vengeance. Batman looked at the cops milling about the scene, before turning back to the object embedded in the wall.

It was not the first. Reports of brozen crescent blades had started shortly after the flood, but they all seemed to vanish one way or another at sunrise. Even in front of other's eyes. But the way this one was placed suggested something different than the others. The owner wanted Batman to see it.

Jim Gordon shuffled up, breath caught in his throat. "Please tell me this ain't another guy looking for friendship," he remarked as Batman untied the note that had been attached to the blade. "Gotham Museum of Art. Gods of Egypt exhibition. Don't keep my friend waiting," The note read, with a string of hieroglyphs acting as a signature. "You're going to go there," Jim sighed as he himself read it. "I have to," Batman confirmed, "See if they can translate the hieroglyphs." Handing off the note, Batman melted into the shadows.

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Naturally, The Gotham Museum of Art was silent when he entered. When Batman entered the exhibition, his eyes made sure to glance at each piece as he went by. While not authentic, the purpose of the exhibition was to teach and inspire, something Gotham needed after the flood.

A white light drew Batman's attention away. A figure stood before an image at the end, short and dressed in a white suit, tie and waistcoat which appeared to be emitting the light. A small bowl sat at his feet, inside was a single croissant. Batman paused. Wind suddenly seemed blow through the room, the figure's head turning to follow it's direction. "Oh, hello mate," the figure greeted with a chirp, "I was hoping you'd be along soon."

Between his frame and voice, Batman knew he was looking at either a preteen or someone who just crossed that line, "Hello. I was told to meet you here by your...friend." "Yep, just a quick chat about things, and we'll be out of your hair."

British accent, sounded slightly fake but somehow Batman could tell it wasn't put on. "'Things'?" "Yep," the kid nodded, "Hashing out details, that sort of thing. After all, this was your city first, innit?" Batman tilted his head. "Well, simply put. You're doing a cracking job with the criminals, recent events not withstanding. However, you have no experience with, let's say, a werewolf. Or ghosts, or someone with a magical artifact on hand. The point is, you have a slight gap, and we are here to fill it."

Batman blinked. "You and your friend?" he asked. "Yeah, well, there is another. You'll likely see him too," the boy reached down and picked up the bowl, "Either way, don't worry. Any weird stuff happens, we'll handle it." The lower portion of the mask unravelled by itself to reveal a youthful mouth smiling up at him, "Not that we won't help if we see anything else. We'll be in touch." And with that, he walked off, taking a bite out of the croissant as he went.

Watching, Batman left soon after himself, but not before glancing at the painting the boy had stood at, making sure to include the name of the god depicted: Khonshu.

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Gordon was waiting with an envelope in hand the next time the signal was lit. "Got a translation," he greeted, holding out the envelope. "'The Protecting Soldier of The Moon'?" Batman read off. "Looks like the new guy's got his theme down." "Guys," Batman looked up at Gordon, "Met his friend. He's young." At this, Gordon frowned and stepped closer: "How young?" "Early teens, short in height."

"Don't let him hear you call him that."

At this new voice, Gordon pulled out his gun and Batman one of his new "toys". "See that someone's been copying us," the short, white clocked figure standing shadowed by the nearby pillar. Instantly, the "toy" and the gun were put away. "Geez kid," Gordon borderline wheezed, "How'd you get up here?" "Flew."

Gordon half-grinned awkwardly at this statement. "You want us to call you that?" he indicated with his head at the translated letter. Even covered in bandages, those glowing eyes still allowed Batman to see his slight cringe: "Kinda. 'Moon Knight' doesn't translate that smoothly, turns out." "What's your friends' names?" Batman asked. "That one you've met, he's been playing around with 'Mr Knight'," Moon Knight shrugged, "the other insists on also being Moon Knight. Call him what you wish." "Ok."

Silence echoed around the area. "That was all I had to say," Moon Knight stated softly to replace it. And he quickly turned and lept from the roof. Batman and Gordon instinctively surged forward, but Moon Knight's form was soon soaring over the rooftops with visible ease, cape fanned into a crescent.

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Over the next two months, Batman regularly glimpsed "the triplets" as Gordon dubbed them. Only ever one at a time, but all with the same basic abilities. Aside from Mr Knight's inability to fly.

But something kept bugging him about them. It evaded him everytime he tries to identify it, but the core of it was unmistakeable.

Something just wasn't right.

It came to a culmination one cold night. From the start, Moon Knight seemed out of it. Thankfully not enough to affect his combat ability, but he was defiently sluggish. "Moon Knight?" Batman drew his attention after he'd nearly clipped the edge of a aerial. "I'm fine," he slowly stated, "I'm- Uh oh."

Instantly, Batman rushed to Moon Knight's side, but it happened. Thankfully, he'd managed to remove his mask beforehand. When he looked up, Batman didn't pay attention to his face: only the flushed skin and sweat-drenched hair clinging to it.

"Ohhh..." Moon Knight moaned in such utter misery, that Batman's hand instinctively brushed his curly locks away from his face. "The flu's been making the rounds," he noted outloud, "Where do you live?" "Why'd you wanna know?" Moon Knight's speech slightly slurred in delirium. "So I can get you there safely." Moon Knight frowned and opened his mouth to argue, when a gust of wind blew suddenly, almost sending him to the ground. "Alright," Moon Knight sighed, and sagged like a deflating balloon in Batman's arms.

Thankfully, he was coherent enough to give instructions. Even more thankfully, it was fairly close by. The inside was anything but something to be thankful about.

A mattress with multiple broken springs was the only piece of furniture in the whole flat, which clearly was not his and was marked as condemed due to flood damage. Black mold claimed most of the ceiling. Next to the "bed" was a ziplock bag holding three crackers.

Just standing in that flat made Batman feel ill.

"Where's your friends?" he asked in place of the many other questions swirling in his head. "They're here," Moon Knight forced out as he reached under the matress, and pulled out a shard of something shiny. "That's how I see them. Otherwise, they're here," a poorly co-ordinated finger taps the side of Moon Knight's head as he offered the mirror.

Staring at his own reflection, Batman tried to find the meaning in this statement. Looking back up, Moon Knight had clearly zoned out entirely. With slow and quiet movements, Batman crossed the room, sat on the matress next to him, and calmly waited.

For a minute, nothing. Then he twitched a finger. And something impossible happened.

In front of Batman's camera-covered eyes (and he would review the footage several times to make sure he'd not mistaken what he saw), Moon Knight's suit changed. Bandages seemed to rearrenge themselves, before fusing into a mesh and turning black. White armour plates lost their bronze details and grew crescent shaped additions, with the cape losing hieroglyphs as well. Until, finally, the other Moon Knight's suit had formed. "Que?" the voice was the same as the other Moon Knight's too, but it was coming from the first one, but-

Oh.

Batman quickly brushed the realisation aside. Not important at that moment. "Hey chum," he said soothingly, "you with me?" "With you?" Other Moon Knight echoed, blinking in his effort to focus, "Batman...?" "You can't stay here." "The hell we can't," Other Moon Knight doesn't even notice the plural and tries to stand. His knees objected quickly.

"This place is only going to make you sicker," Batman explained, "You need somewhere clean to recover." "Got nowhere else to go," Other Moon Knight admitted, tears beginning to glimmer in the corners of his eyes. "You can stay with me."

It came suddenly. Even Batman was shocked by it, but meant it all the same. As Other Moon Knight opened his mouth to object, the wind once again intervenes. But the window was closed. Batman stiffened, then Other Moon Knight leans into him, pressing a overheated cheek into wind-cooled armour. "OK."

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August 10th - Emergency custody went through with suprising speed. Would have investigated for potential corruption if not for a comment Gordon gave last night. Given my lack of juridiction with the Chicago Police, I'll likely never know what was said behind closed doors. A tells me to "accept this blessing for what it is". Given the lack of other viable options, I suppose I can let sleeping dogs lie. Just this once.

The boys appear to be settling in ok. Still tired from their illness, but recovering. A's meal plan is a hit. Gave Gordon an excuse as to why he won't be seeing the Moon Knights for a while, he seemed worried still.

I am unsure how to be a father. But, A won't let me fail. I know he won't. I will do whatever it takes to give them a good life, like he did for me.

And maybe, with their help, Batman can learn gentleness in turn.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#the batman (2022)#bruce wayne #battinson #james gordon #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley

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Pashine, the Phase Pokemon

Name Origins: Pashons (eighth month of the ancient Egyptian/Coptic calenders and named after Khonshu) + Shine

Types: Dark/Fighting (Defender form) Dark/Fairy (Embracer form) Dark/Ground (Pathfinder form)

2'11"/0.9m

20.0 lbs/9.5 kg

Egg Group: No Eggs Discovered

Abilities: Anger Point (Defender form)/Inner Focus (Embracer form)/Anticipation (Pathfinder form)

Defender form Acting as an agent of Shonthi, this feline pokemon will wander the moonlit fields of its habitat in search of pokemon at risk. Their gleaming white fur diverts the attention of predators towards them.

Embracer form This form of Pashine is full of wonder and curiosity. Tourists often spot this pokemon near ancient sites, caring for any pokemon or human who appears in need. Their bright fur give them an almost cute apperence.

Pathfinder form Darker fur allows this form a greater ability to hide from those who might hunt them. Only when striking a foe or guiding a lost soul will this pokemon reveal themself.

Stats (Defender form) HP: 150 Attack: 115 Defence: 90 Special Attack: 80 Special Defence: 65 Speed: 100

(Embracer form) HP: 130 Attack: 80 Defence: 65 Special Attack: 115 Special Defence: 90 Speed: 120

(Pathfinder form) HP: 70 Attack: 115 Defence: 105 Special Attack: 115 Special Defence: 105 Speed: 90

Total: 600

Moveset

Level up 4- Sand Attack 5- Growl 6- Fury Swipes 10- Baby-Doll Eyes 11- Bite 12- Cosmic Power 14- Dazzling Gleam 18- Moonlight 25- Night Daze 29- Bulk Up 30- Foul Play 34- Moonblast 38- Aura Sphere 41- Fissure 43- Close Combat 51- Destiny Bond 58- Outrage 65- Double-Edge

TM Tail Slap Shadow Claw Psychic Fangs Weather Ball Body Press Magical Leaf Will-O-Wisp Light Screen Gyro Ball Dig Swift Fire Fang Ice Fang Thunder Fang Fake Tears Crunch Rock Tomb Stomping Tantrum Dark Pulse Trick Room Poison Tail Mud Shot Dark Pulse Snarl Meteor Beam Endure Acrobatics Focus Blast

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Lunar Mirror

A strange mirror that only reflects moonlight. The light stored within can change Pashine's form like the moon changes phases.

#my fakemon #my art #drawing #pokemon #fakemon item

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Ok, I'll work on them both at the same time and submit them when they're finished. Thank you everyone!

Also, I've updated the post on Barrder to include the name origins, which will now be standard on all my fakemon entries.

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Also, I've updated the post on Barrder to include the name origins, which will now be standard on all my fakemon entries.

#my polls #moon knight (2022)#pokemon #fakemon

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CoTL/MK Crossover: Marc Design

Had a fic idea for a CoTL crossover, then the artstyle had my brain go "can't be that hard to replicate". Given I still can't draw much, I think it went pretty good. Still room for improvement, but good for a first time drawing anything more complex than a stick figure.

Please assume that any uncoloured space is meant to be white.

#my art #drawing #moon knight (2022)#cult of the lamb #marc spector

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Quick question for you guys

#my polls #moon knight (2022)

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SuperMoon Meme #1

Might take a bit til the next part, so here's a meme!

#my memes #moon knight (2022)#monsterverse

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TSG: Khonshu

I was going to do a more traditional "Steven as a Ghostbuster" fic as hinted in my most recent poll. But then the idea of more varied fic types and how Khonshu would be interpreted by the Ghostbusters proved far more interesting. I may go back to the inital idea in the future.

Also, I am using the video game's version of Tobin's Spirit Guide as a reference for this.

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Catagory: Class 7 Incorporeal Empowerer Type: Deity (Supreme Being)

Easily mistakable for a Class 2, Khonshu's only discernible manifestation to the average person is in a sudden gust of wind belonging a harsh desert night and minor electrical disruption. To the one he's claimed as his avatar (and other human Avatars), he appears similar to depictions in ancient Egyptian art. However, his falling out of favor among his fellow gods has changed him, rendering him as a mummified figure with a floating bird skull for a head.

Compared to other encountered Class 7s, Khonshu is notably benevolent, only seeking harm on those who do the same on "the travellers of the night". Additionally, he can only interact with the world via a human proxy, whom is granted power with a secondary manifestation, which appears as a summonable suit (for more details, see "Moon Knight").

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#ghostbusters #khonshu

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The Crow: Cerberus #2

I had to look up Golf terminology for this chapter. Warning for canon-typical violence (for The Crow).

Enjoy and be gentle ---

A gastly wailing echoed through the dilapidated pub. Some who slept nearby were undisturbed, were untouched by the audible grief. Others found themselves huddling close to all they held dear, suddenly afraid of it all being tripped away.

Steven Grant knew nothing of their reactions. All he could do was mourn. Mourn fake memories of love that he knew now were untrue. For the suffering those who shared his body had endured. For their fate, shared with so many undeserving souls. For the future that was now forever denied to them. He wept until his eyes and heart ran dry.

And in its place, was anger.

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The suit Steven had "found" fit perfectly and was appropriate too. They were dead after all. Wind whipped his curls as he looked out over the rooftops, his crow on his shoulder and the others on the ground nearby. A museum was close by, his eyes drawn to it like a magnet. "Done sightseeing, kid?" his crow asked with a sigh. "I'm not a child," Steven retorted on instinct but with no heat. "That may be true, but are you ready to do what needs to be done?"

Steven turned from the museum. The crows all quickly took off ahead of him. Their eyes were his, guiding him along the rooftops to those stinking murderers. He felt like he was floating on the breeze, like the whole world was making a path right to where he needed to be.

Laughter flooded the night sky, accompanied by the cries of crows above. Steven let himself fall to the earth, still laughing as the footsteps neared the autumn leaves he'd landed on. "You ok, mate?" a long-haired head popped in Steven's line of sight. "Yeah, all good, mate," Steven reassured, "Night's looking up." "Well, glad to hear. Good evening," and they walked off.

Once silence settled back in, Steven sits up and looks at the crow; "So, who's my VIP?" "Do you need to know his name?" the crow hopped onto Steven's knee. "...No." "He's close."

It was to the sound of golf balls flying through the air, that Steven knew he'd arrived. A single man stood in the park, firing off with no real skill. He pauses mid-swing when he spots Steven suddenly there. "Ha, Halloween's not for another month, dude," he smirks, at Steven's makeup. "Well, Christmas cuts into it now," Steven replied pleasantly, "Might as well start now to make up for it." Apparently, the murderer found this hysterical. "Guess that makes sense. Hey, if you not gonna turn me in, might as well pick up a club and join me."

Who was Steven to refuse such an invite? Plucking a 9-iron, he let the man set a ball and went for it. Right on the guy's head.

The crack seemed to echo between the trees. The three crows cackled from their treetop perch. "Ah, looks like it's not an ace," Jake's crow teased as they watched the man moan on the ground, "I'm going to guess...triple bogey." "Hey, hey. Give him a chance," Marc's crow interjected as Steven lined up for his next shot, "...Birdie."

Swing, and- "Ha! A thin!" Marc's crow cheered as a fragment of the man's skull flew into the air. Steven's next hit came much quicker. And the club's lower half snapped off, following the spray of blood. "Oh, that's unfortunate," Steven's crow cooed.

But Steven refused to let it stop him. He left only for long enough to retrieve the missing club half. When he turns back, the man had managed to crawl back to his bag, and pull out his gun. The first shot skimmed Steven's shoulder, the second misses entirely. Steven kept walking. Even when the third shot takes a chuck off the side of his head, he keeps going.

At the sight of the wounds closing rapidly, the remaining bullets in the gun hit trees and nothing else. "Please," the man slurred, "have mercy." "Mercy?" Steven let the word roll over his tongue as rage boiled in his soul, "I do have mercy. But, ya see mate, I've heard from a little birdie, that you don't. That you would gladly kill anyone for the smallest scrap of cash. A group of archeologists, the temple of Khonshu."

At Steven's harsh whisper, the man's face finally lost the last shade of colour. "So, no," Steven continued, burying his knees into the guy's chest, "For you, there will be no mercy." After that, there was only the pounding. Of their shared heartbeat in Steven's ears. And of the golf club head meeting the man's skull.

Over and over, and over again.

Even when the meat lost all signs of its former shape, he just kept going. "Hey, hey. You can stop now," Jake suddenly soothed, "It's over, it's over." In bits and pieces, the world faded back in. Steven stared blankly at the remains. He wanted to weep in relief. He wanted to vomit until nothing was left.

"I can do the last part," Jake cautiously offered. Wordlessly, Steven let Jake gently push in front, and watched with a detached calm as Jake's drawn crow seemed to burst from the mashed remains. "You did good, kid," Steven's crow stated as he curled up into a dreamless sleep.

Puffing out cold air, Jake stood up. A brief rummage around the ex-man's pockets yielded a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Score," Jake grinned as he pocketed them. He turned to claim the golf bag, when something else caught his eye.

A black hoodie, inner lining white. Casting a considering eye over it, Jake shrugged and picked it up with the golf bag, and walked off into the shadows.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#the crow #steven grant #jake lockley

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Barrder, the Vengeance Pokemon

Name Origin: James O'Barr + Murder (group of crows)

Type: Ghost/Fighting

4'07"/1.4 cm

110.7 lbs/50.2 kg

Egg Groups: Human-Like/Flying

Abilities: Feather Spike (Upon making a foe faint, this pokemon throws a feather that makes the next foe less eager (lowers speed by one stage))/(HA) Justified

Believed to be the reincarnations of humans who suffered a terrible fate and couldn't rest, Barrder pursue those who harm innocent souls, leaving one of their long tail feathers as a warning to others. Barrder are mainly solitary, but can be found among murders of Murkrow. Their facial markings are unique to each.

Stats HP: 89 Attack: 115 Defence: 98 Special Attack: 74 Special Defence: 84 Speed: 80 Total: 540

Signature Move Fallen Flight Type: Ghost (Physical) Power: 100 Accuracy: 80% PP: 5 Description: The user channels all their vengeful fury into a single all-out attack. Base damage recieves 0.5% multiplier for each fainted pokemon on the user's team.

Moveset

Level up 1- Shadow Claw 4- Leer 5- Focus Energy 11- Pursuit 14- Revenge 16- Detect 21- Fallen Flight 25- Recover 26- Curse 28- Bullet Punch 30- Take Down 33- Hone Claws 41- Sucker Punch 52- Close Combat

Egg Will-O-Wisp Feather Dance Dark Pulse Heal Pulse Zen Headbutt Shadow Punch Bullet Seed

TM Rock Tomb Tera Blast Hidden Power Shadow Ball Cut Scary Face Low Kick Acrobatics Metal Claw Fire Punch Thunder Punch Ice Punch Eerie Impulse Hyper Beam Brutal Swing Throat Chop Lash Out Double-Edge

#my fakemon #fakemon #pokemon #the crow

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The Crow: Cerberus #1

Here it is. Ironically, I already know the ending for this one, but have no clue yet how to get there. But, let's find out together.

General warning for canon-typical violence for this and future parts.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

Over the cource of his life, Marc Spector learned many ideas of what happens after death. From ceasing to exist entirely, to the ancient Egyptian Duat. But one stuck with him the most.

He'd overheard it one night while in the marines: "When you die, a crow carries your soul to the land of the dead," a guy who's name Marc never got stated quietly, "But, sometimes, something so horrible happens, that the soul can't rest. And sometimes, the crow will carry them back. To set the wrong thing right."

Even long after that night, those words would periodically echo around Marc's head. He never understood why.

Until he did.

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The Raven's Nest was a source of contention for many who'd once frequented it. Many attempts were made to revamp the old pub, to restore it, but none had the money. And so, it was left to grow wild.

Then, one night, someone approached it. Bags slung over their back, they pulled free a board, and climbed inside.

Only the bar and the shelves behind it remained. But the figure did not care. It was perfect anyway. Setting the bags on the bar, three crows flew in and settled next to them. "Best get ready," one crow looked them dead in the eyes, "One's walking nearby. Alone." The figure looked up and grinned.

Minutes later, they walked along the cracked path with a almost literal skip in their step. The crows circled over head as they went. Until, finally, they found the man.

He didn't notice them, not until they were by his side. "Fuck!" the man startles, dropping his cigarette. "Nice night, isn't it?" The figure states more than asks. "Yeah, sure," the man slowly offered as he tried to edge away subtly. With a loud cry, a crow lands on the bin next to them. "Although it's still young, plenty of time." "Time for what?" "Oh, things to improve, things to get worse," the figure's eyes hardened on the later part of the statement, "Depends on who's talking."

At this point, the man finally senses danger. With the ease of repetition, he lashes out with a knife, embedding it right in the centre of the figure's chest.

No reaction.

Instead, the figure breathes in and out calmly. "Good to see that you get the picture," they smiled and grasped the knife, "Just not the role." Suddenly, they twisted then yanked the blade, black and thickened blood oozing from the hole, and grasped the man's shoulder. "But you will. You all will." They leaned in close, and the man remembered.

A dig in an Egyptian temple. One objecting to the plan. And the gunfire flooding everywhere.

And as he stared into the black and white painted face of a dead man, the man knew his fate. "Spector-" he began. Before a spike of heat in his throat created a river of blood down his neck. And the last image his living eyes saw, were three crows perched on Marc Spector as they all watched him fade.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#the crow #marc spector

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