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hi there! I came across your fic "This bitch in particular" on ao3 and was wondering if there were any plans for an update? I completely understand if not but I was curious because I enjoyed it so much. Thank you!
Hey. This isn't Jura, this is their beta/editor. I co-admin this tumblr blog with them. Currently Jura is busy on other projects offline but they've lost a lot of motivation for most of their Moon Knight fics except "This Bitch in Particular." They do have a chapter half written for Jersey's story, but they need to find the time to write as that story is very close to chest for them. I'll forward your enjoyment for the story to them. They'll be really pleased to know people still like it. Thank you.
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Help, Steven's dining table is a bunch of things mashed together to resemble a table...
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i'm curious to know the ratio of writers to readers on ao3 so here's a poll. when i say writer, i mean people who have published works on ao3, doesn't matter if it's once, or if it was ages ago, or if it's a regular occurrence. when i say reader, i mean people who have never published a work on ao3. the reader vote still counts if you don't have an account on ao3. if you're a writer who is also an active reader, please still click on the "writer" option!
please do boost this so it reaches a larger sample space!
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Your camera roll as Steven Grant’s girlfriend.
(And the person Marc Spector secretly loves tolerates)
Inspired by; Already over.
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Hi! I hope you’re doing okay! First of all, I love your writing, and your fics, they’re great! Can’t wait to get into your Miguel fic.
Second, I was just wondering if you had any plans to update your Moon Knight fics?
Hope you have a great week!
Hi! I do have plans to update my Moon Knight fics. But I no longer have access to Disney Plus, so I can't refresh my memory of the series. So I have to find "other" means of rewatching the show - if you catch my meaning - and I haven't done that in years. Once I do, I'll be able to edit what I have and write more for them again. For now I'm writing only one Spiderverse fic so I don't get too overwhelmed and because the movie is still fresh on my mind (as I saw it last week).
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SpiderReader, pt 1
Also on Ao3!
You’ve just left the cinema, smile playing at your lips as you think back on the movie Across the Spiderverse. It ended in a cliffhanger yet it was entertaining, and so well animated, and the characters were all so well developed. You know you’ve found your new muse and your fingers absolutely itches to write a fic or two. Heck you can envision all the fic there would be too.
You get to your car, already plotting your way home when you notice a hole in the aisle of the lot. You step around it, only mildly curious. It looked like someone had spilled vanta black all over the tar, it was so black. You were about to turn away when another hole appeared, only this one right in front of you hanging in mid air. Something - no - someone brilliantly white like actually white - like all colour spectrums reflecting kind of white, but covered in similarly vanta-black-holes climbed out of it.
“Oh FINALLY!”
Your mouth dropped open, hearing a voice you just heard in the movie you saw. The villain of the week who turned out to be not so villain of the week.
“I don’t have time but I need you to tell me how the movie ends.”
Was this a stunt? Did the cinema rent out a holographic projector? Is that what this was? All questions that flitted through your mind.
“Because I’m fighting those guys in that poster. And I could really use a little heads up here.”
It sounded real. How was whatever speakers the cinema was using doing so well with the audio? It even looked real, like Spot was really there. Talking to you in the animated flesh.
You lift a finger to disrupt the projection’s light. You make full contact.
It’s solid.
Spot is solid.
Why is it solid?
Why is Spot solid?
Why is Spot here?!
Keep reading
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I’m back somewhat. Don’t really have muse for moon knight. but if you want to see what I’m currently working on, I’ll be posting it over on @spiderreader
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The way Mr. Estrada and Mr. Diab both agreed to add so much profoundness and depth into the Moon Knight series is amazing. From:
1.) Hiring a Psychiatrist to properly demonstrate DID
2.) Having the Moon Knight costume, contain an inscription of various hieroglyphics that translate into his hero name.
3.) Incorporating into the intricate design on Jake's collar are Khonshu's Egyptian symbol, the Mayan calendar date of the first Marvel issue where Moon Knight appears, and the Mayan Calendar symbol for both Oscar’s birthday.
4.) Steven Grant being the key to open the storyline.
5.) Mohammed creating Scarlet Scarab for his daughter to have a super hero who looks like her.
6.) Layla having her own storyline with and without Marc Spector.
7.) The accuracy of Egyptology.
8.) The way Oscar wanted to tie in Amit to the storyline of his mother. He had this whole background idea; especially with “See you in a while crocodile” or “later gators”.
There is so much much more that can be added. Moon Knight is a beautiful project, and it was well taken care of. I believe Oscar cares about the quality over quanity. They’ll know when it’s the right time to bring the Moon Boys back. 🌙✨ You can certainly tell that Moon Knight is a very special character and persona to Oscar Isaac Hernandez Estrada.
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Wrong Number
It was supposed to be a burner phone. Jake bought it new after he ditched his last one after the last job. The only use for the phone was so he could call Crowley or Duchamp or the various underworld contacts he had. So the last thing Jake expected to find when turning it on, were a series of texts berating him.
Listen asshole, nxt time we go out ur paying last time you stiff me w/bill
Jerk
See u next week
Jake brushed it off as a fluke and deleted them. Either the number belonged to someone else and it was a remnant text finally reaching the newly activated old active number, or they typed the wrong number and they'll correct it when they get no response. But he gets another series of texts the next time he turns the phone on again. Clearly sent while the phone had been off. It was from the same sender.
hey asshole!!!! u fucking ditched me Wtf I waited like 3 hrs
if u dont want 2 do this nemore I get it
just have the decency to tell me 2 my face
w/e ur probably gonna ignore these
as usual
felt like an idiot waitin all night for u
Jake contemplated seriously sending them a message that they had the wrong number. His thumb hovered over the t9 keypad, but instead he doesn’t. He closed it and rubbed the scruff on his chin in thought. Sue him, he was curious if the sender would keep texting. Obviously, whoever this person was texting was meeting up with them despite never getting the texts. But each one was a little blip into this stranger’s date life with this person that clearly missed the mark.
Jake had to admit, there was a certain level of Schadenfreude in reading the texts. They were short. Barely three messages, sometimes five. But always detailing a horrifically awful date or being left high and dry. He laughed at the mental image of some pendejo being that stupid. And then he’d get mollified when a text mentioned a good night out. He grew to look forward to those texts, waiting for him every time he turned on his phone.
So it came as a bit of a shock when instead of being sent while his phone is off, he gets it mid case. He was investigating some disappearances that Steven and Marc had hit a dead end on. So he pulled out his phone, got in his cab and had just picked up his informant when his phone vibrated three times in quick succession and the small screen lit up with: Three unread messages received, sent today .
He’d be lying if he said his curiosity didn’t burn. So he opened the phone while he listened to an ex-gangbanger informant tell him what they saw.
He flipped the phone open and clicked into the messages to the last message received and very quickly had to slam it shut when he saw there was a picture.
‘Jake?’ Steven asked from their shared headspace.
'What was that?’ Marc’s internal voice rose, intrigued.
Jake said nothing as he tucked the phone into his pocket.
‘Don’t think Jake wants to share with us.’ Steven mused, a note of curiosity in his words. If he let him, Steven will find out. They were all investigative like that, but Steven was more persistent.
‘Whether he wants to or not. He’s gonna share. Who was that?’ Marc butted in, almost taking control of his arm.
‘No one.’ Jake mumbled to them, wrenching control of their body back. He concentrated on the gangbanger. ‘Just a wrong number.’
‘A wrong number?’ Steven was incredulous, disbelieving.
‘Uh-huh. Right wrong number.’ Marc snorted and laughed.
‘it looked like a naked picture-’ Steven began.
‘They’re called nudes, Steven.’ Marc corrected.
‘Yes I gather that, but who sends a nude and doesn’t make sure it’s the right number?’
‘My question exactly. Well Jake?’
‘It really is a wrong number.’
‘You expect us to believe that?’
‘Oh for fuck’s sake. Would you two shut ya traps, I’m working the case.’ Jake snarled toward them, trying to tune them out.
‘Sure Jake. But don’t think you’ll get out of telling us about your piece. And I don’t mean your gun.’
Jake rolls his eyes, but thankfully they stop and let him get the intel. Unfortunately they don’t forget it or drop it.
At the end of the night, as the sun was rising, Jake was smoking to relieve the tension and edge of pain the suit hadn’t yet healed when Marc and Steven butt into the silent reverie.
‘So...who’s your friend?’ Marc’s teasing tone is enough to make Jake relinquish control to him and then punch him in the face.
“Ow fuck!” Marc swears and Jake grins before resuming control. He feels the sting of the punch but he doesn’t care.
Worth it.
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Achievement Unlocked
So this was a deleted scene that I rewrote into something else for Can’t Fight the Moonlight. It’s the morning after Jake took the body and had his way with Telepath!Reader. Originally it went... a little different. Here you go.
You wake up with your back to his chest and Steven’s hands buried in your shirt, pawing your breast and his cock firmly lodged inside you.
“Morning luv.” He whispers. It’s Steven, your Steven.
“You sleptwalked last night.” You croak, your throat hoarse.
His body goes stiff. “Oh no…did I hurt you?”
“If by hurt…you mean ravaged my cunt? Then yes.”
“I… WHAT?” Steven sits up and pulls out. “I…” he swallows and then gets a look at you. At the smattering of bruises across your neck to your plump lips and even the slight rip on your pants. “Oh gods, luv I’m so sorry-...I never.. I didn’t think.”
“Steven…Steven.” You smile. “Its okay. It was you, so…its okay. And better than you wandering around the streets, right?”
“But I hurt you. I bruised you.” He’s devastated, afraid to touch you.
“Steven, oh Steven.” You sit up and touch his cheek. “You didn’t hurt me.” You trail a finger across your neck. “You bit me, sucked on me. Harder than you normally would. But…and here’s the thing.” You whisper, “I liked it.”
“You liked it?” Steven stares at the bruising and swallows. He touches your shoulder and neck, softly running his fingers over them. “I don’t think I could- not while awake.”
“Are you sure?” You ask.
“Next time…use the bat.” Steven presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Well, its not like I had any warning.” You sigh.
“Please, luv. I don’t like knowing I physically harmed you while I couldn’t control myself.”
“And the sex?”
“Well…” Steven muses and smiles. “That part isn't so bad.”
“You kinky git.” You poke his side and he kisses you sweetly.
“Achievement unlocked, new kink?” Steven jokes and you giggle and pull him back down into bed. You both have off for the day, and spend it tangled in each others’ arms and legs.
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