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shewhoeatssand · 2 years

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talk to me about kaneki pls

JESUS FUCK I HAD PAGES OF WRITING FOR THIS AND I WORKED ON IT FOR 3 HOURS AND NOW IT’S SUDDENLY GONE I HATE THIS FUCKING HELLSITE AND NOW MY FAMILY IS WATCHING POPEYE AND HHHHHHHH

Kaneki is a very soft and pretty boy. He has muscle but isn’t built like a gigachad, and can be enjoyed by many across the globe. He tries to be strong and reliable, even when it drives him to insanity, all in order to impress others and make them want him. He believes he cannot be loved for who he is, only for the ways he is able to serve others. When his attempts to be loved “fail”, he turns to martyrdom, believing that the only way he can be loved is by dying a beautiful death. In my humble opinion, any death that Kaneki suffers will be beautiful regardless of context or method, because he is a beautiful person who makes all he is associated with beautiful, and

Though Kaneki is very beautiful, he is also very frustrating. Twice daily I must ask him, “why! why must you do this to yourself! how can you treat yourself so? after all your grand deeds (violent homicide and torture), how is it that you can deny your body of but simple rest, my sweet boy?” and he goes “BECAUSE if I don’t do TWO THOUSAND PUSHUPS, I will NOT be able to FLING AN AOGIRI MEMBER into the STRATOSPHERE” and it just hurts me so to see him this way! My beloved young man is an absolute workaholic, and refuses to rest for even a second! If I were his mother I would have him sit down and eat a good and hearty meal of HUMAN kidney and blood stew, although it is precisely because I’m not his mother that he is even like this in the first place. He is driven himself to near madness under all this stress, saying “oh but I need to gather strength” and “oh but I need to eat other ghouls to protect the ones I love” and “oh but it’s okay because they’re weaker and deserve to be crushed” SUCH NONSENSE!! My boy has grown power hungry and brutal throughout these past months. It appears he is denying his true nature as a Skrunkly, and is trying to become something far greater, and perhaps terrifying. Oh, one day I fear he could lose it completely, and cause the village to see him as less instead of more. You know how it is, it’s part of the natural order of things for “mad people” to be seen as below human. I’m sure he fears it as well, underneath all his newfound arrogance and power. Ah well, at least he’s better at opening jars than he was before!!

#fucking love this boy but I’m still sad my previous response got yeeted like the aogiri member #so so sad I spent so much time on it #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK BTW #LIKE HOLY SHIT!!!! KANEKI KEN!!!!!!!!!!#tokyo ghoul #kaneki ken #tokyo ghoul:re #ken kaneki #very fun to talk about my friend like this I’m sure he’ll find it funny and confusing #since I’m usually at a lower position than him when I imagine talking to him #he’s still very nice just a bit strict #one time he bought me a mango

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lady-of-the-spirit · 1 year

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*punches the wall* THIS SHOW IS SUPPISED TO BE ABOUT DIN DJARIN AND HIS WEIRD SON AND HIM AVOIDING BEING THE MAIN CHARACTER.

#din just yeeting responsibility away as fast as he can to bo katan is not the storyline i wanted. it's just not.#i know what i just posted. but i still have issues. with how the show is pursuing the bo-katan/din storyline.#i'm saying stuff #i'm not tagging the show

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pctaldrunk · 1 year

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k i do wanna point out tho...j.gy’s the one that escalated it to Planned and Calculated M*rder. like... you can say that relationship was Unhealthy (tm) and Harmful (tm) to him, but whatever conflict existed there...he also went “ok i’ll m*rder this guy” in the most painful and drawn out way possible in the end as a solution to his problems

#𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐀𝐎 : 金牡丹 #((if you've been here for like 10 min u kno im a j.gy apologist))#((but i'm the flavor of apologist that recognizes THE PROBLEMS))#((idk i hear a lot of 'it was in self defense'))#((yeah look. n.mj??? tried to yeet him o n c e))#((when it was not entirely clear whether or not he was working w/ w.rh))#((like...))#((not great but i think a reasonable reaction to have when ur concussed to hell and griving the recent deaths of men ur responsible for))#((where as j.gy at the end of that arc took TWO MONTHS to methodically))#((p o i s o n))#((in the most painful way possible))#((like...man didn't even make it f a s t or painless))#((s O))#((THERE U GO THAT'S WHRE IM AT TODAY))

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kazeofthemagun · 2 years

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@hriobzagelthewanderer asked the summoner:

"Well, you said you needed to get closer, so here's my solution!"

Hriob, please don't threaten offer to 'get him closer' by throwing the Gun-handed-man like a Javelin at his enemies.

The reaction, for once, was immediate.

"Don't." He growled at the other mage, tone even more stern than normal. The glare that followed certainly betrayed concern.

After all, Hriob had been known to perform spectacular feats and blunders alike. Throwing the elder Unlimited seemed like the latter.

His Weapon was the Demon Gun, not the Demon Spear. Not that it was a commonly employed strategy to hurl the spearman alongside his armament, either.

#bahahahahha oh how we love this big ole fae man #don't throw Kaze!! he's yeeted himself off cliffs enough #there is no need to be yeeted by someone else when he can do that to himself perfectly well XD #hriobzagelthewanderer #[[Hriob #[[ask response

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britishsass · 1 year

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You said 'tournament brackets'? I thought of one involving Fred. It's called 'Bonaparte Battle'.

The whole thing would obviously end up as a Fred v Napoleon thing because no one knows the rest of his family in this fandom, and I'm not really in the mood to put them against each other when the true battle should be both of them v. Crispin.

#anon #queue #ask response #i just sincerely hate crispin as a person #as a character hes a very interesting entity!#as a person i will yeet him into the ocean.

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blue-mood-blue · 3 months

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I have been thinking about the blackening (as one does)…

…and it’s so interesting to me, the penalty Shen Qingqiu is faced with should he not decide to yeet his disciple into hell.

Account termination. Instant death. Sent directly home to his already-long-dead body, and that’s it for the villain of the piece who outright refuses his villainy. The protagonist needs a blackening for the story to continue, and Shen Qingqiu is going to provide it or get written out of the narrative. Either way, Luo Binghe is going to lose him. Either way, this is a turning point.

I wouldn’t claim that this is the intent of the penalty, but it fascinates me that the System has, potentially, backed the plotline into a corner - because Binghe still stands to be blackened even if Shen Qingqiu took the other choice.

Think about what that would look like, to him. He’s at the Immortal Alliance Conference, and everything is going wrong. He’s been outed as a demon, and not just a demon - the top tier of demon, as bad as it gets from the perspective of a righteous cultivator. His beloved teacher, the person who has been kindest to him and opened his home and heart to him, is standing there with his sword in hand, deciding what he’s going to do about what must look, to him, like a horrific betrayal. Binghe is apologizing. Binghe is begging for his life.

Shen Qingqiu hears him. Maybe it shows on his face, or in his voice, that he already knew; maybe there’s no hint at all, but Shen Qingqiu is suddenly talking quickly with an abrupt sense of urgency that Luo Binghe is having a hard time keeping up with. Telling him he’ll be wonderful - telling him he’s the best. Telling him the world will be his, with emotions cracking through that aloof mask that Binghe has never seen on Shizun’s face before, and it’s terrifying for reasons that Binghe cannot identify.

(He will, later. When he has time to think, he’ll realize it sounded like a goodbye.)

And then Shen Qingqiu is bleeding. And then Shen Qingqiu is on the ground. And then Shen Qingqiu is dead. There’s no countdown for Binghe - there’s no System, there’s no warning, there’s no answers.

Luo Binghe is a heavenly demon in the middle of a conference sabotaged by demons. Luo Binghe is alone. His fellow competing disciples are scattered, some dead or injured. The Peak Lord of Qing Jing Peak, the second in command of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, maybe the only person he loved and who loved him back, is dead at his feet. No one will believe him if he says it isn’t his fault.

(He can’t believe it isn’t his fault.)

What choice does he have but to run? The last heavenly demon the cultivation world went up against has been sealed under a mountain for years, and one of the people responsible for that is probably looking for Shen Qingqiu already. They’ll be looking for him, too. There isn’t anywhere to hide; there isn’t any time to mourn.

There isn’t even enough time to ask why. Why again.

There is no closure waiting for him, because there is nothing to explain what happened. It just is.

It would be a different kind of blackening, certainly - less intense, probably, less of a warping, desperate thing. But how many times can one person have all the love and safety in their world torn out from under them before it starts to show? Before they just don’t allow things like love and safety to touch them, because that’s the better option?

Interesting to consider that, simply by offering the choices it did, the System rigged the story to guarantee that Luo Binghe would end up in hell (deliberate or not).

Interesting to consider that, even if Shen Qingqiu made what might have seemed like a kinder choice, there was every chance it wouldn’t have been.

#scum villian self saving system #svsss #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #I have been thinking about Alternative Blackening Methods #(for reasons)#(don’t worry about it)#and while I don’t think it would be on the same level as the endless abyss #I think suddenly losing his Shizun would fuck Binghe up #especially like that with no explanation right in front of him??#like #he is not gonna be okay #and then he’s stuck in a realm filled to the BRIM with cultivators after his blood #maybe it’s not THE blackening but it is A blackening #and it gives me feelings #because even if sqq was willing to make that sacrifice I’m not convinced that would have… helped Binghe #(also au where sqq somehow has the mushroom body ready to go before the conference)#(and Binghe unexpectedly encounters his Shizun in the wild)#(and they run away together in the most ill-conceived escape plan known to man)

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snek-eyes · 7 months

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Just thinking about how this was the last time the angel was in heaven. How this is how they treated him, and yet,

his response was to openly rebel and desert,

in front of a whole platoon of angels,

refuse to compromise on what he wanted to do instead,

equivocate the power of angels and demons,

and stubbornly yeet himself back down to earth without anything except trust in himself to figure things out.

I'm very curious to see what'll happen the next time he's up there.

#This scene is such a great one for Aziraphale #if a hard one for him personally #can you imagine #all those years after the failed armageddon this is what he carried as the possible last time ever he would've been in heaven #v watches good omens #good omens 1 #aziraphale

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kaidatheghostdragon · 7 months

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So that prompt making the rounds about danny trapped in wayne manor? Let's reverse it.

One of the bats gets sacrificed by a bunch of cultists. The catch? The ghost king's summoning hasn't been successfully activated in thousands of years, thanks to Pariah being trapped in the Sarcophagus, so the cult doesn't realize that the summoning actually sends the sacrifice to the ghost king's lair. (It wasn't really a summoning so much as an official means to send an offering to appease the tyrant king.)

Why did the cult attempt a defunct summoning? They thought that every other attempt before didn't have a good enough sacrifice, which is why they abducted one of the bats. SURELY one of them will be satisfactory to the king.

So that sacrificed bat gets yeeted to Pariah's Keep, which is almost completely desolate - it does have a skeleton crew as groundskeeping, staff and security. Danny only visits the keep every couple weeks or so to make sure everything is in order, and occasionally the entire team stays there for a long weekend as a good place to hide from all their responsibilities and destress.

So whichever bat is sacrificed to the ghost king, they find themselves in a creepy castle on a floating island in an unknown dimension. They have to avoid the literal skeletons wandering around doing housekeeping and guarding the place, figure out why the very king they were sacrificed to is completely missing, and how to get back home. They don't know how to escape the floating island, and even if they did, they won't because they found out the kitchen restocks itself with human-safe food, and who knows if another source exists out there somewhere. They aren't even sure if this is a fae land kind of place and if eating the food will trap them here, but they're eventually too starved to care. Eventually, they figure out they can walk through walls in this place and find resources such as the royal library, the armory, etc.

Meanwhile, the waitstaff totally know that a human was sacrificed to the ghost king and dumped into the castle. They know from experience what food is safe for their young king's human friends to eat and make sure plenty is available for the terrified guest, giving them space to wander while keeping them safe on the castle grounds. The young king's last visit was a few days ago, so they'll just wait until he returns in another week or two to inform him of his new guest - as that's surely how he'll treat the human sacrifice considering how hard he scowled upon learning about his army of thralls, then promptly found a way to release them. (Most of them stayed, happily loyal to a king that returned their agency to them in order to upkeep and protect his lair.)

#dpxdc

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angel-of-the-moons · 3 months

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A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

#moon knight #khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #khonshu moon knight #moon knight khonshu #khonshu smut

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Slashers with y/n that just gets along with everything

Like slasher could litteraly kill somone near y/n and she would be like alr alr whats really important is that you are happy🤠😎. Im sorry that first 2character had super long headcanons while last ones have way less :( I had no ideas Request open!

Billy Lenz

He always expects some sort of negative response when he calls people and when he heard new voice on the Phone he got even more exited cuz new person new reaction! He totally didnt expect her to just go "yeah yeah sure buddy, anyways... how is your day man? Cuz im so so tired...*starts normal converstation*

He probably tries to stay in character but he is so caught of Guard he doesnt know how to react really (hehe the table has turn)

Now he kinda hopes that she will pick up cuz shes very intresting😈 billy likey

"Ew its this creep again! He is asking for you y/n? Of please dont tell me you befriended him??" "So what? He said hes favourite fruit is strawberry he cant be that bad!" *billy saying slurs on the phone*

You need to constantly tell him that, no Billy no harrasing women isnt sexy, you arent quirky, you are mentally ill

"Y/n i killed that bitch that was gossiping about you 🧍 " "👍good for you billy im glad you found healthy way to cope with that negative emotion😇" "on god"

His whole moral compass is created around the simple question 'does it hurt y/n?' .1:no it doesnt so feel free to do it .2 do not do it, she will ban Billy from sweets (bad ending)

The man from hush

This guy. This dude. This Little gremlin. He is upset that he gets no reaction! Like please oh please act all angy when he 'acidently' shot tire in her car! But oh no ofc no, she had to be like "oh its okay honey i have backup in garage🥰" hes like HHUH SINCE WHEN WE HAVE GARAGE

Like tbh thats how i imagine how they met: he saw her, he wanted to hunt her, she was so chill that she didnt even leave her household while the power was off and he went inside and just saw her having lil nap on couch. 🧍🤨erm exuse me gurl im trying to roleplay epic hunter here tf

He probably kidnaped her cuz she was too weird to just kill her but he didnt want to risk her calling police. He probably tied her up and yeeted her on backseats. And then she begun judging music on the radio"yo big guy can i get some good music taste?" "What? Whats wrong with Taylor Swift?"

He will overshare everything to kinda check where is her limit if it comes to being chill "yeah so i killed this old lady.." "im sure you had good reason🥰" "🤨... anyways... yeah so i was drinking some redbull when some guy said i look ugly so i shoot his head off and-" "HEY HEY hold up geez you CANT drink Energy drinks?? Bestie you know it is unhealthy?? Also you like hunt for sport it will ruin your condition!? How you gonna shoot people with shakey hands?? You crazy or something?" "Damn😔"

Micheal myers

I tried to put him here but i realised he will be as chill as her.

Like he can give her gifts covered in blood and she' just going to clean it and wear it like nothing happened or completley ignore it

He cares about this stuff as much as y/n so like not at all. I mean tbh theres is a bit of difrence: shes at least positive about it! Like "yeah micheal go for it, love🥰😇 i know its hard to cope with trauma take it all out alr?" Shes trying to be a good supporting gf not her fault she never had serial killer bf!

Brahms Heelshire

He lives for attention! What do you mean the war crime he commited this lunch break is okay!?!? Baby pleasee

But this negativity disapears the moment he realised he can get a lot of positive attention when he will do some nice stuff! "Oh honey I didnt kill any rats today" "oh that's amazing brahms I'm sure you and the rats inside walls will get along well soon🥰" (rats in walls bully brahms)

Please complement him or he will get a tantrum and destroy something

Brahms and rats have very hard past i might do seperate hc about that

Ghostface

"Look babe! My newest victim *shows photo*" "ugh baby...😰 you NEED to buy new camera or watch some youtube tutorials about how to take good photos" "aw man whats wrong with my pictures 😔"

Otherwise y/n supports his hobbies! People need to grow😇 (and he needs to grow up)

If theres 2ghostfaces(like in most movies) they will bet money on how long you gonna keep this 'do whatever as long as youre happy' act. Well they didnt know that this wasnt an act but her personality

Also they will probably try to use this chillnes aginst her like "oooh y/n something terrible happened! I crushed my car oh what will i do!" "Alr bestie i will drive you over there😇" "😈omg you are so nice i totally didnt expect that(heheh i dont need to pay for gas today (hes very evil))

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface #hush headcanon #hush 2016 #hush x reader #the man x reader

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i-m-snek · 2 months

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Dante passed away today. He was struggling with some growths that we were treating, but he was old. I am heartbroken. He was our first baby, our first step into an amazing life of reptile keeping. I am forever grateful to him for bringing me 11 years of laughs with his strong food response but terrible aim. His warning rattles if i messed with his enclosure while he had food. Him chilling on my desk as I read or watched movies. His ungraceful flops off the couch. the time he yeeted out of my sisters hands in her van. I am thankful for all the joy he brought me by bringing me in to the reptile hobby, getting to watch him grow from a tiny pencil sized baby into a gorgeous adult. I love him so, so much. Im going to miss him dearly.

#animal death #death #death mention #pet death #dead animal #dante

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radiance1 · 9 months

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5-year-old Danny Fenton stepped inside his parents' ghost portal with his teddy bear, who is aptly named [insert name of your choice here]. He was very curious about what his parents were working on, and Jazz was at school while his parents were out.

Then the accident happened.

Instead of coming out as a halfa, his body was reconstructed from something else.

Enter Teddy Bear.

Danny gets yeeted out into the ghost zone literally looking like a Teddy Bear with the mind of a 5-year-old and is very confused as to why he looks like [inset name of choice here] and where [insert name of choice here]. He also wants to go home, but he can't find where he came out from.

So now, there is a literal child lost in the Ghost Zone.

He doesn't really feel pain, more like a dull throb that he can easily ignore, as long as whatever caused him damage doesn't result in getting torn. He also still does have powers, but doesn't really have a handle on it, and as any child, he isn't really mature enough to use them responsibly.

So he ends up causing some damage here and there, but it's fine because it's the Ghost Zone. Then he was running away from a ghost he pissed off, Danny thinks it's a game of tag, the ghost on the other hand thought it was genuinely a ghost trying to fuck with them.

Then Danny accidentally falls through a portal while looking at the ghost who was chasing him, the ghost themselves stopping just short of falling in and deciding better of it. Danny fell into an alleyway back first, and blinked up at the sky [yes he can blink], and then got all excited because that means he can find his Mommy, Daddy and Sis again!

So he gets up, dusts himself off and decided to be the biggest boy he could be and explore!

(Note here, Danny can't form words. He can cry, wail, make sounds, but not exactly use words. Unless its Ghost Speak, but that's more so intent rather than speaking really)

Then Danny comes across another boy hiding in an alleyway, he looked really, very sad, and it was making Danny sad too. So he mentally tracked off from finding his parents and sister, because they would most definitely want him to help if he could, right? They got wait a bit!

So Danny went in from of the boy, who looked older than him, and tapped him on his knee, causing the kid to look up from his arms and down at him. Then Danny actually considered how he was going to do this, then got the bright idea that, since his teddy makes him happy, then it should surely make him happy too!

But he doesn't have his teddy...

Oh! He could make one! He doesn't know how, but he could make one!

He succeeded in making one, actually. One out of ice, something he didn't even know he could do, but he held it out to the boy anyway!

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Billy didn't expect to encounter what looked like a sentient teddy bear when he was hiding from certain people. But he did, and he was surprised by the crudely made ice bear it was holding in its hands, but then it was held out to him.

It was for him.

He took it, it was kinda cold, but he didn't care. Someone gave him something, and it made him happy!

He thinks he made a friend, too.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp

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