Jake Lockley here- full time fist of Khonshu, part time taxi driver. This is my blog (you're welcome)
Marc and Steven may stop by later but for now Khonshu said it's my turn with the body
Feel free to chat- or just ask for a ride
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This is a Jake Lockley (Moon Knight) rp blog
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See my Jake headcannons / personal lore here (I update this regularly)
OTHER MUSES [Anyone is welcome to send them questions and they are available in strands for mutuals]
Steven Grant
Marc Spector
Matt Murdock Click here for Info
Other Moon Knight Headcannons here: (You can suggest topic ideas by sending "Headcannon request" followed by the topic to my ask box)
Organization - Scary Movie - Sleep schedules, habits and nighttime routines - Full / new moon - How the MK suit works -
Here is the random 25 questions list for fun
Here are all my Moontober 2025 drawings! (and short story "Reeds") Yippee!
Day 1 Sarcophagus - Day 3 Asylum - Day 4 Goldfish - Day 5 Possession - Day 9 Eclipse - Day 10 Avatar (the movie) - Day 13 Temple ('Reeds' short story) - Day 15 Judgment of the gods - Day 16 Comic style - Day 18 Outfit redesign - Day 23 Scarlet Scarab - Day 24 Ennead -
And here is the Moon Knight Short Story I made
May Khonshu be with you.
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-Blog is heavily biased on the Disney+ Marvel Moon Knight TV show (and a little on the comics)
-Author does not have DID irl, please correct me if I make any mistakes
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"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)
He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.
[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]
No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]
He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.
[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty
[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]
[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about
"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.
[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]
[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]
... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]
He sucked in a shaky breath as he was pulled against him, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Didn't wanna wake you up.." he mutters quietly. Jake didn't get enough sleep as it is, he was trying not to deprived him of it more if he could get away with it. Slowly he began to unfurl himself as he found himself relaxing against him, exhaling a heavy sigh.
[Jake pulls back just enough to look at him, reaching to hold Matt's face in his palms, worried he might fall forward from exhaustion.]
I don't want to be sleepin' if you can't. It wouldn't be right. [He speaks gently, thumb tracing the burn scars around his eyes, noting the still viable indent on his nose from glasses sitting far too long.]
... What do you need right now? We don't have to talk 'bout it.
He relaxed beneath his touch when hands gently cradled his face, looking up at him wearily. While jake had stayed in the other room for a few minutes after he'd initially gotten up, he'd been coming down from a panic attack. "I.." he sighed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. "I don't know." He admitted quietly.
[That bad, huh? It wasn't often Matt was so unsure of himself. Most of the time, he still wanted to fight after being injured, still wanted to go into work after a hard loss. It took a lot to rattle him like this, a combination of exhaustion and what Jake could only imagine were the worst horrors his mind could subject him to.]
You don't have to know, mi vida. We're here now, we're safe. [He smiles softly, feeling him lean into the touch] I'm glad I woke up. Not seein' you for eight hours every night is kinda a bummer [he teases gently]
[he whispers softly] Would you like to rest, or do you need a distraction?
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Matt sat in the bathtub of their shared place ij Egypt, still trembling, arms curled around himself. He was still in his suit that was drenched in blood, breathing erratic. He had killed someone. It was an accident. There had been too many of them, he'd been surrounded– If he hadn't defended himself, he would've died.
They ambushed where they were staying in search of Moon Knight, but they'd found Daredevil instead– He said he'd meet him back there. There were dropped bodies in the main bedroom, blood trailing from there to the bathroom.
[Jake walks up to the room, whistling to himself. He was carrying a paper bag full of groceries, planning to cook a nice dinner for him and Matt tonight. He knew they both needed some rest for a change, and tonight was going to be perfect.]
[Jake stops in his tracks, music dying out as he spots the first dead body, laying over the kicked in door to their room. Everything was a blur after that, dropping the food, running inside to see the carnage. Bodies strewn about the kitchen and hall, blood splattered on every surface. Jake makes his way deeper into the room, being ready in case of an attack, but there was nothing. They were all dead.]
[Oh no.]
[Matt.]
[Jake hurries into the bedroom, breathing panicked as he looks from body to body, dreading with every fiber of his being that the next would be Daredevil, face down on the carpet. He throws open the stained bathroom door, spotting another in the tub]
Matt! [Jake let's out a sigh of relief, running over and falling to his knees at the basins edge, reaching to take off Daredevils bloodied helmet] What happened?- are you ok?- gods I shouldn't have left- are you hurt?- whats- ... Matt?
[His breathing was too fast, eyes panicked as he sits pressed against the wall, hugging himself. Something was horribly wrong]
Everything was too loud. His heartbeat was roaring in his ears, his heart was racing. He knew he could handle it, but when he'd heard they were after moon knight.. He couldn't let them leave. He hears Jake's heartbeat as he approached him, but his voice sounded muffled– Like he was drowning.
When he felt the other pull his helmet off, it exposed his teary blue eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks mixed with the splattered blood on his cheeks. He was shaking. He forces himself to inhale a lungful of air, the sound ragged and uneven.
"J..Jake?" His voice sounded cracked and unsure, blinking away tears welling up in his eyes. He wasn't scared– But realizing what he'd done.. It had sent him spiraling inti a mixture of a panic attack and a ptsd episode, and the strong scent of blood didn't help any.
Im here- I'm here- [his voice shakes a little, quickly throwing together scraps of a plan. He stands up abruptly, getting to work moving the bodies from the bedroom and the bathroom into the hallway and shutting the door. Matt didn't need to be around those anymore]
[The bodies. The blood. The death. Normally, Jake could have handled it. This was his average Tuesday, not a blink of an eye to him now. But seeing Matt, quivering and covered in blood- possibly injured- he just couldn't. Not with Matt. Not with his everything at stake, crumbling before him.]
[Marc finds himself back in the bathroom, quickly taking in what must have happened.]
[Oh.]
... Here. [He reaches out a hand, quickly ushering Matt to get out of the bloodstained pool] Let's get you cleaned up.
It helped, a little. But hearing the thuds of the bodies being piled had him covering his ears, chest heaving; squeezing his eyes shut tightly. Feeling the hand pulling him to his feet startled him momentarily, but he could hear the switch clear as day. Marc. He's trembling where he stands, letting him guide him; he didn't think he could be completely stable on his own right now.
He sniffles quietly; he knows he must look like a wreck right now, she'll shocked– Face a mixture of tears and blood, wild curls clinging to his wet cheeks. His gaze was fixated anywhere else there wasn't blood in the room, anywhere but looking at him. Beneath his painted cheeks, his skin was burning hot in shame.
[Marc leads him to the foot of the bed, sitting him down on the small bench at the end. He takes a quick detour to the front entrance of the room, dragging the last body inside and shutting the door dispite the broken handle. He leans a chair up against it, just in case. All the hotel staff knew was that Moon Knight rented this room, and Moon Knight would pay them in cash tomorrow for the damage. Hopefully, they would understand.]
[Marc returns to the bedroom, dropping to his knees without a word to untie Matt's boots. He unzips the back of the suit after that, peeling it off and throwing it in the corner with the rest of the blood soaked gear. He heads into the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth to clean Matt's face. He isn't particularly gentle about it, but the blood had to go. With all the times Jake had picked up after his messes, it was the least he could do]
You don't have to feel bad about this. It wasn't your fault. [He speaks seriously, continuing to wipe the tears off his face. He knew what it was like causing death for the first time.]
"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)
He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.
[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]
No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]
He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.
[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty
[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]
[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about
"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.
[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]
[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]
... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]
He sucked in a shaky breath as he was pulled against him, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Didn't wanna wake you up.." he mutters quietly. Jake didn't get enough sleep as it is, he was trying not to deprived him of it more if he could get away with it. Slowly he began to unfurl himself as he found himself relaxing against him, exhaling a heavy sigh.
[Jake pulls back just enough to look at him, reaching to hold Matt's face in his palms, worried he might fall forward from exhaustion.]
I don't want to be sleepin' if you can't. It wouldn't be right. [He speaks gently, thumb tracing the burn scars around his eyes, noting the still viable indent on his nose from glasses sitting far too long.]
... What do you need right now? We don't have to talk 'bout it.
Matt sat in the bathtub of their shared place ij Egypt, still trembling, arms curled around himself. He was still in his suit that was drenched in blood, breathing erratic. He had killed someone. It was an accident. There had been too many of them, he'd been surrounded– If he hadn't defended himself, he would've died.
They ambushed where they were staying in search of Moon Knight, but they'd found Daredevil instead– He said he'd meet him back there. There were dropped bodies in the main bedroom, blood trailing from there to the bathroom.
[Jake walks up to the room, whistling to himself. He was carrying a paper bag full of groceries, planning to cook a nice dinner for him and Matt tonight. He knew they both needed some rest for a change, and tonight was going to be perfect.]
[Jake stops in his tracks, music dying out as he spots the first dead body, laying over the kicked in door to their room. Everything was a blur after that, dropping the food, running inside to see the carnage. Bodies strewn about the kitchen and hall, blood splattered on every surface. Jake makes his way deeper into the room, being ready in case of an attack, but there was nothing. They were all dead.]
[Oh no.]
[Matt.]
[Jake hurries into the bedroom, breathing panicked as he looks from body to body, dreading with every fiber of his being that the next would be Daredevil, face down on the carpet. He throws open the stained bathroom door, spotting another in the tub]
Matt! [Jake let's out a sigh of relief, running over and falling to his knees at the basins edge, reaching to take off Daredevils bloodied helmet] What happened?- are you ok?- gods I shouldn't have left- are you hurt?- whats- ... Matt?
[His breathing was too fast, eyes panicked as he sits pressed against the wall, hugging himself. Something was horribly wrong]
Everything was too loud. His heartbeat was roaring in his ears, his heart was racing. He knew he could handle it, but when he'd heard they were after moon knight.. He couldn't let them leave. He hears Jake's heartbeat as he approached him, but his voice sounded muffled– Like he was drowning.
When he felt the other pull his helmet off, it exposed his teary blue eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks mixed with the splattered blood on his cheeks. He was shaking. He forces himself to inhale a lungful of air, the sound ragged and uneven.
"J..Jake?" His voice sounded cracked and unsure, blinking away tears welling up in his eyes. He wasn't scared– But realizing what he'd done.. It had sent him spiraling inti a mixture of a panic attack and a ptsd episode, and the strong scent of blood didn't help any.
Im here- I'm here- [his voice shakes a little, quickly throwing together scraps of a plan. He stands up abruptly, getting to work moving the bodies from the bedroom and the bathroom into the hallway and shutting the door. Matt didn't need to be around those anymore]
[The bodies. The blood. The death. Normally, Jake could have handled it. This was his average Tuesday, not a blink of an eye to him now. But seeing Matt, quivering and covered in blood- possibly injured- he just couldn't. Not with Matt. Not with his everything at stake, crumbling before him.]
[Marc finds himself back in the bathroom, quickly taking in what must have happened.]
[Oh.]
... Here. [He reaches out a hand, quickly ushering Matt to get out of the bloodstained pool] Let's get you cleaned up.
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"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)
He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.
[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]
No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]
He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.
[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty
[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]
[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about
"Yknow.. You're the first person who's had the privilege to call me that since Stick died." He muttered softly. He inhales sharply at the question, eyes darting downward. "Please.. Don't make me talk about it. Not right now." He pleads quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had hoped since he hadn't screamed that he wouldn't wake him up. He seemed to draw the blanket around himself tighter, if that was possible.
[His expression softens seeing Matt get more upset, his chest tightening] We don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry. [He pulls the other in, guiding his head into his shoulder as he rubs a hand over his back slowly]
[Jake silently kicks himself. He should have realized. Usually Matt would scream when he had a nightmare, kicking at the blankets and sobbing. That always woke Jake up- and he was greatful for it- always trying to help. But tonight, Matt was probably planning on being out here alone. Silently waiting for morning, drowning in his own demons]
... You should have woken me. [Jake mumbles into Matt's shoulder softly]
Matt sat in the bathtub of their shared place ij Egypt, still trembling, arms curled around himself. He was still in his suit that was drenched in blood, breathing erratic. He had killed someone. It was an accident. There had been too many of them, he'd been surrounded– If he hadn't defended himself, he would've died.
They ambushed where they were staying in search of Moon Knight, but they'd found Daredevil instead– He said he'd meet him back there. There were dropped bodies in the main bedroom, blood trailing from there to the bathroom.
[Jake walks up to the room, whistling to himself. He was carrying a paper bag full of groceries, planning to cook a nice dinner for him and Matt tonight. He knew they both needed some rest for a change, and tonight was going to be perfect.]
[Jake stops in his tracks, music dying out as he spots the first dead body, laying over the kicked in door to their room. Everything was a blur after that, dropping the food, running inside to see the carnage. Bodies strewn about the kitchen and hall, blood splattered on every surface. Jake makes his way deeper into the room, being ready in case of an attack, but there was nothing. They were all dead.]
[Oh no.]
[Matt.]
[Jake hurries into the bedroom, breathing panicked as he looks from body to body, dreading with every fiber of his being that the next would be Daredevil, face down on the carpet. He throws open the stained bathroom door, spotting another in the tub]
Matt! [Jake let's out a sigh of relief, running over and falling to his knees at the basins edge, reaching to take off Daredevils bloodied helmet] What happened?- are you ok?- gods I shouldn't have left- are you hurt?- whats- ... Matt?
[His breathing was too fast, eyes panicked as he sits pressed against the wall, hugging himself. Something was horribly wrong]
"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)
He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.
[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]
No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]
He seemed to relax when he felt fingers carding through his messy hair, involuntarily leaning into the touch. "..Can't sleep." He mumbles. More nightmares. He thought he'd managed to get up without startling the other awake, but apparently not. He looked exhausted. Even after patrolling for hours, he still managed to toss and turn.
[Jake hums unconvinced, smirking at him tiredly as he continues playing with his hair] That's not really an answer, Matty
[Sitting here in the dim light of the living room, Matt looked like he'd gotten the life sucked out of him. Hunched over, the blanket wrapped tight. Jake knew he certainly hadn't slept much, being anxiously stirred every time Matt shifted. He should have known something was off sooner]
[he tilts his head to the side slightly, voice quiet as he carefully pries] ... What did you dream about
"Can't sleep?" (Your choice if it's Matt or Jake having trouble!)
He'd been so out of it he hadn't even heard Jake enter the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin, startled. "Sorry, I.. Didn't mean to wake you by getting up." He muttered softly. He was curled up on the couch with one of the spare blankets around his shoulders, hair messy from waking up.
[Jake had been standing in the doorway for a couple minutes now, just watching. He knew something was up when Matt kept tossing and turning- maybe just sore or uncomfortable- but now he knew there was something else to it.]
No need to apologize mi luz. [Jake walks over to the sofa with a soft smile, sitting down next to Matt and running a hand thru his messy ginger waves.]
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