#khonschu

[meduzza13]

Art Masterlist

Bullet Train:

Tangerine 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Twins

Lemon

Blue Tangerine

St. Valentine post

White Death

House of the Dragon

Daemyra 1, 2, 3

Rhaenyra 1, 2, 3

Daemon 1, 2 Marvel:

Wanda 1, 2, 3, 4

Loki 1, 2, 3, 4

Pietro

Khonschu

Moon Knight

Captain America

Gamora Black Sails

Black Sails 10th Anniversary

Fire!

Everyone is a monster

What the targett Captain?

To the Urca's gold

Captain

Sea Devil

Flint season 3

We might be a friends

Before the battle

Flint

Silver with a parott

Flint BW

Flint season 2

Silver

Flint2

CaptainFlint

Graphite Flint

Flint Supernatural

Dean

Cain

Abaddon

Asmodeus

[shotbyryandee]

A few more shots from MomoCon

Cosplayers tagged on IG: shotbyryandee

More to come…

[elfillustrator]

I made some MoonKnight postcards for selling. These are printed by hand in linocut technique.

At first I thought of making something else, but ended up with the Khonshu and the Moon as I like the aethetics a lot.

[archeolgstarch]

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 | for @khonschu​

            𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥.  lara staggers between posts and marquees, holding her breath to keep the pained grunts from revealing her location as her arm presses into her bleeding side. getting captured by trinity’s patrolmen was not part of the plan. she delved into cambodia’s forests to find their nexus headquarters, a campsite that spanned impossibly wide and was frankly a suicide mission to brave on her own. but it was her only hope of uncovering the locations of trinity’s digsites. after a lengthy and meticulous questioning, when they’re satisfied she’s alone, they leave her bruised just enough for their satisfaction, when she can no longer grin through bloodied teeth and her head hangs heavy against her chest, but not enough to break direct orders. croft stays alive. the voice had crackled over in the radio time and time again. who was this person so keen on keeping her going? why did he insist on not killing her when she knows trinity’s had the chance time and time again? 

            it wasn’t skill that saved her. sheer chance.  her only hope of escaping captivity had been feigning unconsciousness and as her warden let his guard down, she loops her bound hands around his neck, twisting viciously until the gratifying crackle of bone is heard and his body goes limp, but not before his damned pocket knife is digging deep into her side. in her sights, she sees the main tent. the edges of her vision begin to blur. she’s fading, and fast. but she can’t abandon her cause, not yet. not when she’s so close. her hands, now free, take turns wielding the gun she stripped off the body while holding pressure on the wound.    so close now, keep moving lara.     it’s her voice. not roth’s anymore, or her father’s, or sam’s, or jonah’s. she’s alone on this crusade. lara stops when she feels her world begin to spin, cold sweat forming on her temples as she forces the air out of her nose.   breathe through the pain, lara.   that’s when she hears it; a rifle being cocked. her senses are not as sharp as they are but sharp enough to detect the direction of the threat, and her body veers violently towards it with the gun held up at the ready. it takes a moment for her vision to focus, and even longer for her brain to assess. he stands before her, the trinity sigil patched into his gear, and his eyes are trained on her.  

            lara’s shoulders rise and fall with the effort it takes to stay steady on her feet, though she does her best to suppress it. the silence stretches endlessly between them, lara’s footing shifts, her lip trembles as she bites down on it to still it. any shots would reveal her location. she wasn’t near enough to him to attempt a silent kill. any step she takes is certain death. was that it? is this where lara croft dies? the thought rips the air from her lungs and suddenly she’s small. so small. she forces her grip on the gun to tighten so her hands don’t shake. if she dies then she dies standing. she really looks at him, at the eyes behind those crosshairs. the eyes of a mercenary with only one goal. she usually saw it very clearly … except with this one she doesn’t. there’s a veiled caution, because for as long as it took to decide to hold her own he could have killed her ten times over. maybe there’s a chance for her to survive just yet. maybe her luck hadn’t run out. maybe …. his caution makes him slower to pull the trigger than she does.

[bansheescreamsfics]

Queen of the Underworld, King of Justice.

A/N: It’s a working title for this, but I’m trying my best. Moon Knight has inspired me to write so I decided to start this series and see what happens. Plus I love Anubis since I am training to become a funeral home director/embalmer. 

About: Harrow is trying to get Ammit back to earth through his passage through the underworld. It is up to Jake, Marc, and Steven to fight through the underworld with the help of Anubis avatar y/n (you).

Warning: possesion. cursing. speaking of the afterlife.

Pairing: Jack Lockley x reader. Later chapters will have Steven Grant x reader and Marc Spector x reader.

Chapter: 1 | 2

The rush of the wind as you ran down the stairs stung but it was all you could do to keep yourself safe. It was one thing to be the best embalmer in the business but another to be suddenly wanted because of it. The men chasing you approached you during an embalming of what they said was their leader, Arthur Harrow. You were simply just trying to do your job but they were trying to take the body away once you were finished.

It was strange for his will to explain how he wished to be embalmed in the way the pharaohs were. Making it hard to gather the materials needed for such a task, but another to suddenly have his so called “followers” now chasing you, and accusing you of his murder. You told them that you didn’t even know who he was but you damn sure would never do such a thing. The answer was falling on deaf ears and now you were running for your life.

You turned corner after corner until suddenly you were in an alleyway with a dead in. You cursed loudly and touched the wall before you. You wished it would give way so you could escape but hearing the men now walking towards you told you that you were very much stuck. Slowly you turned around and sunk as far against the wall as you could holding out your hands in mercy.

The men simply laughed while you closed your eyes slowly preparing for the gunshot to end your life. However it did not come. You sunk to the floor holding on to your legs and hiding your face between them as you heard the sound of a feral dog. It was so loud that you covered your ears in an attempt to make the noise stop but there was no hiding the sound of skin being ripped apart. You didn’t dare open your eyes while tears streamed down your face.

Suddenly the dog was in your face, his wet nose sniffing you. You whimpered and were simply frozen in place due to fear. You tried to accept your fate until you heard someone in your head.

“I will not hurt you.”

It was almost booming inside your head and as you slowly opened your eyes stood the dog in human form. You shock as you begin to think that maybe you have died or finally lost your mind completely. What stood before you was Anubis in his human form who was now kneeling down in an attempt to be on your level but still looked giant.

“You are a good human. You do your best to assist souls to the other side for me to assist them to where they need to go. You have managed to make my job easier. I have tried my best to stand on the sidelines but I’m afraid I’m unable to. Take my hand young one and I’ll explain it all,” Anubis reached out with his hand a mixture of human and fur of a dog and you shook in fear.

“I will not hurt you. You are my avatar, young one. No harm will come to you. I promise that.”

As much as you wanted to believe this was a dream, the smells, the visuals and the feel of the ground beneath you made you realize this isn’t a dream. Even as you tried to pinch yourself without Anubis seeing he was very much in front of you awaiting your answer.

Before you could reconsider you found yourself holding on to his large hand. Anubis inspired you to do your job each day with respect to the body and their soul in their passage. You trusted that he would not lead you astray now, and even if you were dreaming what did you have to lose. You would simply wake up in the end wondering what it was all about.

Anubis smiled as you took his hand and helped you off the ground, “lets go young one. It’s time to get you ready for what’s to come.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” Jake was tired at this point and just wanted to go to sleep but Khonshu consistently had other plans.

“Arthur is trying to fight his way to ammit in daut. No idea where he got that idea but he managed to not freeze yet. Ammit must be keeping him safe on his journey, and we need to get there before Ammit manages to get back and finish what she started,” The old god sounded annoyed but Jake just rolled his eyes. He stood there in Steven’s living room and sighed.

“So what’s the plan?” He finally asked looking over his shoulder to the god attempting to sit on the small couch compared to his body.

“The thing is other gods are realizing the situation and summoning their avatars as we speak. One in particular needs to be on our side or we’re doomed.”

Jake chucked before raising his eyebrow, “And who’s that.”

“The one who runs the underworld. Anubis is now on the playing field. If we don’t convince him to be on our side then he’s too vulnerable to be persuaded by Ammit to be on her side. If she has him on her side the underworld could leak out onto your planet and destroy everything.”

The god's voice sounded almost scared and desperate to Jake, but he understood why he was worried. The dead walking the earth was everyone's nightmare and he sure as hell wasn’t about to let that happen, and he sure as hell didn’t want to see his mother once more.

“So who’s the avatar?”

“Y/n Y/L/N. She’s an embalmer. She’s in Egypt now trying to complete Arthur Harrow's wishes right now. She’s thorough, and is damn good at what she does.”

“We stop her from completing it. That means his soul can’t continue its journey,” Jake was catching on which made the old pigeon nod its head.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Just get me there and I’ll do what I need too.” Jake said, already holding his backpack and before he could say another word they were both zapped in Cairo once more. He looked up to see he was staring at what looked to be a funeral home.

He pulled his cap further down before pushing his way inside. He just hoped he could get to her in time before disaster struck.

You looked out as you sailed on the boat through daut. To you it was strangely beautiful but now was not the time to sight see.

You look over your shoulder to see taweret steering the boat while Anubis stood at the bow of the boat looking ahead. Slowly you approached him but you knew he could sense your presence standing beside him. 

“We are almost where we need to be,” He said softly.

“Shouldn’t I be with the body? I can do more with messing up his embalming than being here,” You said softly.

“It sadly isn’t enough but don’t worry you will be making those adjustments soon. But I must ask you a question first,” The god turned towards you slowly before you looked up at him and sighed. This night was going crazy just like your dreams and you were still not sure if it wasn’t. The small bruises on your arm you keep making between your fingers is evident enough that you’ve been trying your hardest to just wake up.

“Sorry young one, but this is not a dream,” He said, holding out your arm in his hand to see the bruises forming on your arm. He could see the marks from long ago that you made on your body in an attempt to end your life which made you turn your head away from him. “I’m happy it did not work out,” He said gently, running his thumb against it before kneeling once more. 

“Will you protect the souls of the dead in their journey to the underworld? Will you be willing to do what it takes to protect the right of those journeys but also make sure no one tries to abuse it either?”

The speech was simple and to the point but you knew what he was asking. You didn’t understand why but knew what he was asking meant going forward you would be doing his job on earth. At first you hesitated but realized you were already doing his duty on earth. Your hand slowly reached up to the coffin-like necklace that had his image sealed inside. It was slowly becoming clear that your life was being pushed towards this very moment since birth.

You moved your hand in his grip so it could take him fully and looked up. This decision was going to change your life and even if it was a dream you knew your answer would still be the same.

“Yes.”

Jake woke up with sweat dripping down his body and the wind blowing through the window was of no help to him. He pushed himself from the bed to look out into the city to see the merchants begin to open up shop below. He had no idea where Harrow was being sealed and protected but he knew that if he wanted an egyptian burial that he had several days with salt sealing his body before they finished. 

Even within a few days he was unsure if he could even find this so-called avatar of Anubis but he suddenly saw a woman with her hair wrapped in a scarf scurrying towards the funeral home. 

“There you are, la cosita,” He murmured to himself. “Maybe this mission isn’t as hard as I thought.

You rushed past every merchant attempting to say good morning to you as you made your way to the building. You prayed no one had touched the body, and if it wasn’t for the strength of being Anubis' avatar you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk as fast. The moment you were suddenly alone in the street you heard his voice inside your head.

“Rush on all fours. You will find you have better speed that way.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his suggestion but he made no sound. This fucker is serious. You thought to yourself.

“I’m not what you call a fucker. Though I’m not exactly celebite either.”

The statement actually made you stop in your tracks and look over to see him in his dog form looking at you. He tilted his head towards the building that was less than a mile away down the street before taking off on all fours. You watched him and shook your head, “well I guess I shouldn't be surprised that even the god of embalming and the underworld gets around.” 

You began to run on just your two feet before you stumbled and landed on your hands. Instead of stopping you managed to get a few steps just fine. You stopped and looked around to see if anyone could see you, “I can’t believe I'm actually going to do this.”

Before you could think too much about it you began to run on all fours before you began to feel a shift in your body. At first it was painful and made you land on the ground, on your stomach in pain before finally pushing yourself up. It was then you realized you were no longer human. Looking down you saw what looked like Jackal’s legs and fur growing. The pain was still there but it was manageable for you to finally stand.

“Fuck,” you whispered but what you heard was simple a bark.

You looked ahead to see Anubis in his jack form waiting in front of the building. Even in his jackal form he looks very pleased with himself. You wanted to smack that smirk off his face so you quickly began to move your legs. It was awkward at first to maneuver four legs like this but the moment you got the hang of it you realized how quickly you got to your destination. 

You hand slam your back legs down to stop yourself from running right into Anubis who didn’t even flinch once you were in front of him.

How do I change back? Was your first question you thought of.

It isn’t hard. Just simply think of your human self. I wouldn’t dare make it more complicated for you. 

You heard yourself whimper at the response before looking down at the ground. You closed your eyes and thought of what you looked like just moments before. Then the pain began to hit at your dog form collapsed on the ground and began to morph on the ground into who you looked like before. 

By the time the transformation was complete you were still crying and looking up at Anubis who managed to change into his regular form. 

“It’ll get easier little one i promise,” He said softly before looking at the door. “We have work to do and if I hear correctly you have more problems coming your way right this minute. Get up. Time to get to work.”

Next Chapter ---->

[iinmortales]

           she was perfectly punctual, and already the usual booth was taken. the usual booth that she and peter usually shared, the one they were meant to be meeting at. of course, the meeting wasn’t just the two of them. which was why she slid into the booth opposite of this stranger, and slid a cup of coffee over to him. ‘ mj watson. peter is going to be late. ‘ not exactly surprising for peter. 

@khonschu​ asked for mj!

[bardbattledhasmoved]

❝ you know,  i don’t think you’re enjoying yourself at all. ❞   he also looks like he doesn’t completely belong here  ( though it’s difficult to tell underneath a mask )  and could be trouble. call her nosy; she can’t help it. iain brightmore is one of tonight’s  key speakers  and his plus one, his niece, is simply along for the ride - but she intends to have a good time. she doesn’t usually spend her evenings at gatherings like this, but her dress sparkles and she had a fiddle in hand for the first hour and a half, so she’s found ways to fit in. this man’s doing a dreadful job of it himself, though.   ❝ not a regular at fundraisers, i take it. ❞

masquerade themed starter call        ♡        @khonschu​.

[lingi-15]

[sweatykoalatraveler]

It's been a long time since I've experienced such strong emotions when watching something, but this series saved me in these gray days    (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

[unsteals]

💋 in the rain huh? i’ll do you one better. one of those “can we not argue rn i need to repress my emotions so i’m gonna pull you into an all-consuming soul-ascending knees-melting, butterflies-inducing kiss”        ✉         @khonschu​.

marc can be vicious when he wants to be.  never mind the damage his fists can do, never mind the raw physical strength he possesses   —  his words are as cutting as broken glass. they’re jagged to swallow  ( she wonders if they hurt to speak too ). but she knows what this is. she sees through the slashing and the growling, she sees straight back into the fear that he’s going to  lose her.  permanently. she’s not going to let him do this to her again, not even on the smallest of scales. he’s not going to start this argument; she’s not going to get defensive and engage to protect her heart. there’s so many things she wants to say to him, or shout at him rather, but she’s going to push all of them down. smother them with his lips. layla reaches for him and fists her hands in his shirt, dragging him down for a crushing kiss. she’s determined that this be the only thing either of them can think about. she’s going to  remind him  they’re in love. there’s a reason that matters, there’s a reason they got married. when she inhales, all she breathes in is him. her eyes are pressed shut but it doesn’t matter because she can still picture every single inch of his face; every mark on his skin, every spot he usually misses when he’s shaving in a hurry, every crease at the corners of his eyes. emotion forms a lump in her throat but she resists crying as best she can. she’s dizzy with love. it’s the reason his words hurt so much, it’s the reason she fights him so hard. layla is forced to break the kiss to gasp for air, filling her lungs before pulling him right back in for another round, this time with tears damp on her cheeks.

[meduzza13]

[sontse]

                                                                            “ there’s a last time for everything ”

“ something has to start before you can finish it. ” it comes across as a challenge,  although it’s not entirely her intention  —  what does she know about his world?  hell,  she hardly knows enough about her own:  the only thing she knows for sure is that while she is now technically free,  she’s a fugitive of the only country she’s ever known.  hunted by those in the region who either with to claim her,  or wish to cease her existence altogether.  the only thing she knows about @khonschu​ is that he’s a man with a gun, & the skills to accomplish what needs to be done without it.  

“ you don’t seem like the type to give up so easily. ”  an honest assessment despite the fact that she’s not the best judge of character  — more recent examples of this include the man using everything in his far-reaching power to exploit her.  “ don’t speak of the end quite yet. ”

[pisces-spector]

Khonshu in watercolor :))

[archeolgstarch]

𝐒𝐂. | short starter for @khonschu​

          ❝  i forgot you were such an optimist, marc.  ❞  lara remarks as she adjusts the fastens of the harness around her thighs while kicking at their makeshift anchor. it was easier to break the tension of possibly plummeting to certain death with scathing humor rather calculating the risk using of their time and time again used rope.  ❝ have you ever thought of becoming a motivational speaker ? ❞

[aljueran]

@khonschu​   »      “ i’ll always find my way back to you. “

     Layla took a deep breath; the only sign of relief she would let herself show. Even her eyes stayed down, gaze fixed on his chest. She could breathe him in but if she looked up she might find him gone again. She didn’t doubt his love. Maybe once she did, just for a moment when divorce papers landed on her doorstep. What she did still find herself doubting was his ability to stay put. 

     “Good. If you don’t, I’ll find you and drag you home myself.”

[papayasalat]

Harrow: Look at the man, he’s clearly insane!!

Jake: