#khonsu

[hearts4apollon]

khonsu, god of the moon 🌙

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i'm still a bit new to worshipping him so i hope this is good :'). khonsu worshippers/devotees need to rise up tho cause i barely ever see any

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[cupidcreatez]

Khonshu appreciation post

[fitzarts]

Khonshu sketch

[jujapaya]

How to Take Care of Your Avatar and Their System 101 (Ft. Khonshu)

(Thank you @thedevilsoftruth for the idea! It was a very fun warm up sketch, haha)

[escarabajo-official]

Khonshu chose wisely for a perfect Avater 🌙

[elcuervoborracho]

A commission for the beautiful Toku11, humanized Endbringers (and Taylor)! From left to right: Bohu, Tohu, Behemoth, Taylor, Simurgh, Leviathan and Khonsu. It's been such a long time since I made them (3 years, and it was just a practice sketch back then!), but revising this was a ton of fun!

[dagda-the-doodler]

Khonsu Arrives.

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Nearly done with my endbringer series!!! Khonsu was a ton of fun to design, and I got to bring back Weaver! I hope you enjoy! :]

[satoshy12]

How would you say a meeting between Billy Batson, Champion of the Gods, and Moon Knight, avatar of Khonsu, would go?

[antiquitiesandlabyrinths]

Imagery from Khonsu’s Temple within the Karnak Temple Complex in Luxor, Thebes.

The Karnak complex is massive and it’s temples ornately decorated despite their age. I took these photos near the end of July—it was over 45 degrees celsius, so there were few people there. The experience, especially because of the lack of people, was richly unique and beneficial to the soul.

[kaisbite]

[sutekh-rising]

Solar/Lunar birds

[angel-of-the-moons]

Not really sure Is this is your speed so if jot plz ignore this, but khonshu shut based on that one scene in Buffy the vampire slayer, google "Invisible Buffy, spike scene" and you'll get what I mean

possibly with marc/steven involved somehow even if they aren't romantically involved(?)

Okay, so I just watched that and--

Hooooooooooooooly shit thank you for bringing this to my attention ashbdkhasdgf

Don't Be Suspicious

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Smut. Filth. Filthy, filthy smut. Thank you for enabling me.

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

You were folding your laundry and placing it neatly in your dresser; the windows were open, the breeze was fluttering the curtains in a hypnotic manner.

It was a little warm today; when the sun came up you didn't expect it would warm so quickly. You wound up needing to kill your heater and air out your flat or you'd risk becoming a baked potato wrapped up in your bed.

It was fair enough weather, given the time of year. The sun shine through and danced on the floor, the curtains flowing almost like water. It was a little hypnotic. You thought about curling up with a book and--

You jumped and made a little squeak when you felt your skirt catch, fluttering up and over your bum to reveal the baby blue silk panties you were wearing.

Spinning around, you quickly fixed your skirt and huffed, marching over to your window to glare at it. It didn't make sense, why did...

Your lips pursed in a thin smile.

"A little cheeky, old man." You huffed playfully, going back over to your dresser to finish folding your unmentionables.

"I thought you liked it when I gifted you with my sense of humor?" His deep voice rasped, almost echoing off the walls. He laughed too, the smug old bastard.

"Not when I'm trying to do stuff." You sighed, opening up your underwear drawer to begin placing socks, panties...

And once again, you felt the breeze kiss your skin. Only this time, an invisible mass crowded up against you; heat bleeding into your smaller frame.

And then... the buttons to your blouse ripped open, a few popping out and skittering across the floor--and of course, your bust springing free.

"Khonshu!" You gasped, "I liked this shirt!"

"You can fix it later," He rumbled, and immediately, his invisible force yanked your bra down; letting your breasts spill free.

"You--" You sputtered, biting the inside of your cheek as his large hands palmed them, groping and squeezing in a way that had your toes curling in your slippers.

"Buttons can be stitched back, little dove." He purred.

You felt one of his hands leave your other breast, leaving you almost bereft until he pushed your skirt up again, hastily shoving it down the front of your underwear and teasing your folds; already slick and wanting for his touch as he began to circle and pinch your clit.

"Ah, you see? You're already so wet for me." His chuckled pridefully, dipping a finger in to tease your warm nectar, spreading it over your lips and pressing it against your entrance, "Not so protestant now, are you?"

"Shut up, pigeon." You groaned, your tone utterly lacking in the bite you wished it had as your head rolled back.

The way his finger stretched you out almost made your knee buckle; your hands dropped your laundry basket and moved to grip the edge of your dresser, your knuckles going white as he began to thrust and roll inside of you, massaging your walls with the utmost precision.

You felt yourself clench, forcing more of your slick around his finger and down your thighs.

"Hrmm. Since you're being so mouthy..." He snarled, withdrawing his hands entirely, making your shudder and hiss at how he so crudely spoiled your budding euphoria.

You were about to turn around and truly mouth off to him before you were suddenly pitched forwards, your breasts squished against the worn wood of your dresser top and your skirt was hiked up entirely and your panties hastily shoved down your legs.

You barely had time to register it all, cursing the fact that still when you looked over your shoulder, you couldn't see him. The old bastard loves his little games. But... You had to admit, that you did like the fact you couldn't anticipate where his hands were going to be, that you couldn't actually see him.

And the fucker knew it, too.

So much so, that he even had the ball to chuckle--albeit tightly--as he pushed the head of his cock past the clenching ring of muscle and into your hot, waiting depths.

"So tight..." He hissed as his laughter died down. You felt one of his hands circle your chin, forcing your head up at an awkward angle as his fingers squished your cheeks, "And to think, you were trying to play coy with me and pretend you weren't enjoying this."

You couldn't help yourself--a low moan escaped from you as he pushed only a fraction deeper before pulling out; repeating the motion a few times until you were trying (in vain) to push back against him, his other hand keeping a grip like a steel trap around your hip.

"You... goddamn old... bastard!" You whined, your voice lacking any real venom, like before.

"Ah, a bastard, am I?"

His hand released your face and then you felt it grab you in tandem with his other; barely giving you a moment to register it before he suddenly thrust hard into you, robbing you of breath and voice for a solid few seconds.

You felt him lean in, his voice taut with pleasure, "But here you are, bent over for me, purring like a kitten."

"Sh-shut... uuuu-UUuuUp!" You whined, your voice climbing to a higher pitch as he began to roughly buck into you, making the legs of your old dresser squeak against the tile floor. Yeah, there were likely going to be scratches there, later.

The lewd sound of his body colliding with yours was drowned out only by your voice and the dresser squeaking... And of course his conniving laughter. How he could remain so composed while doing something so... Ugh. You had no idea.

"F-fuck--you!" You mewled, your nails clawing into the grain of the wood, your body being rocked at his whim, your feet barely even touching the floor at this point as he focused on using your body for pleasure.

"I am already doing that, my dear." He teased you, gesturing to your open window and the bustling streets beneath.

"Now, let me see how loud I can make you scream before someone thinks you are dying..."

(Look, I'm just saying...) Steven's voice sighed as Jake scaled the side of the building, (It's broad daylight! Someone is gonna see us!)

(Steve's got a point, Jake.) Marc replied, earning the mental equivalent of a smack to the head when Steven muttered about "bloody nicknames".

"Nobody is gonna see 'less they look up," Jake muttered, ignoring how his heart lurched when he felt his hand begin to loose purchase on the stone decorations that were carved into the building's outer walls.

"Besides, I want to check on her. I thought I heard her shout."

(So? A pigeon could've flown into her flat again,) Marc scoffed. (Remember last time? It took all of us two hours to catch the feathery little bastard and bring it to the vet.)

"And she needed our help with that, too, hermano." Jake reminded him.

(And we couldn't take the lift because...) Steven sighed. Jake could picture him shaking his head hopelessly, his messy curls flopping about.

"Scaling is quicker. Now ¡Cállate!" Jake hissed, "If you keep distracting me, I'm gonna fall!"

His headmates reluctantly agreed, likely sinking back into the headspace to bicker about his questionable method of climbing down to your flat to check on you.

You had become a fast friend of theirs, and it made Jake (and more surprisingly, Steven) a little protective of you. You were sweet, kind, and you didn't judge them for anything.

Although none of them could hide their "slight" revulsion when it came to you telling them about becoming romantically entangled with a certain pissy god of theirs...

Steven had his own personal beef with Khonshu for being such a douche to him, and he was worried he'd mistreat you in some way. Marc just shrugged and said you were a big girl, and could handle yourself when it came to romantic affairs. But Jake knew that just because he didn't say anything negative, didn't mean he wouldn't be the first to try and research different ways to kill a god if Khonshu had hurt you in any way.

"There... we go." Jake grunted, dropping down on to the ledge near your window and essentially tightrope-walked to your window.

And that was when he heard it. Your voice. You made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a cry, and then he heard a crash.

Instantly he was on high alert, trying to rush but be careful as he scurried towards your window.

Did somebody break in? Did you fall and hurt yourself? If anyone so much as laid a finger on you--

Jake landed with a thud just inside your window, swinging himself through the frame and nearby the little recliner you had set up by the window. Your little reading nook, you claimed.

Jake quickly scanned the room, spotting your bed. Messy, but bereft of any presence of you. He spun on his heels when he heard your voice curse and spotted you just as you were straightening yourself up, hastily tugging your blouse closed, your face flushed and more than a little embarrassed.

"You... okay there, chica?" Jake asked, quirking a thick brow skywards.

"Y-yeah! Yep!" You said, your voice a little too high and squeaky as you clutched your torn blouse closed to your body. He looked down and saw the little wooden music box you kept on your dresser on the floor.

He frowned and walked over to you, picking it up. It was busted, but he could probably fix it for you. He was crafty that way, "What happened? We heard you yell all the way up to our flat."

"I... uh--I..." You babbled, trying to think of something to say. You knew Khonshu was still there, you could feel his smug gaze fixed upon you as you scrambled for an excuse.

"Laundry!" You squeaked suddenly, making his eyes widen. You cleared your throat, "Uhm... I was doing laundry. I wasn't paying attention and my shirt caught the edge of the dresser... ripped my buttons out and made me trip... I... knocked the music box on the floor."

"Oh... ah. You need to be more careful," Jake tsk'd, his bushy mustache quirking with the gesture as he tucks the wooden box beneath his arm, "Scared the piss out of me and the boys. Thought somebody broke in."

"Hence the window..." You murmured, a blush still on your cheeks, "Can you guys just take the lift, next time..? At least it'd give me a chance to be... presentable." Your muttered the last bit, looking off to the side.

Jake laughed and tipped his hat as he walked past you, headed for your front door, this time. He couldn't exactly scale the building with your little music box under his arm, now could he?

"If somebody had broken in, it'd make more sense to move with haste, no?" He grinned at you over his shoulder as his hand encircled the tarnished old brass knob to your door. "I'll bring our box back when I've fixed it, ok?"

"Uh--yep! Yep, sure! Yeah, definitely!" You rattle off with a nervous laugh as he closed the door behind him, happy now that he was assured you were safe.

You shuddered, trying to ignore the warmth that had begun to trickle down your thighs, your panties still bunched just beneath the hem of your skirt; Khonshu's seed painting your skin and insides a lovely shade of white.

"You old bastard!" You hissed, your face ablaze with shame, "You cheeky, son of a--!"

(Hey, guys?) Marc asked as Jake held the music box up to his face to closely inspect it; the lights on the lift buzzing as it climbed up to their floor.

"Yeah?" Jake hummed non-commitally.

(Was she acting... weird, t' you?)

Jake blinked, lowering the box. "Actually... she kinda was, now that you've mentioned it."

You were acting weird. You didn't even scold him as roughly as you normally did when he jumped through your window. Especially in the middle of the day like that. And come to think of it, why were you--

His eyes widened and he physically cringed, a grimace to his expression as he turned to his reflections, seeing Marc and Steven stare at him, awaiting an explanation.

"Ugh..." He said, feeling his gut churn uncomfortably with nausea.

"I think we interrupted something."

The look on Steven and Marc's faces would have made him laugh, especially when Steven actually gagged--

But he himself was trying not to picture it either as the lift came to a halt.

(Can we get drunk tonight and forget about this whole situation?) Marc pleaded.

(Normally I wouldn't want to drink that swill you like, but if it gets those images out of my head, I am perfectly okay with it.) Steven shuddered.

"I'll order delivery..." Jake sighed, wiping his face with his gloved hand.

[linlinsenpai]

Like there are many great female demons in SMT V (mommy Nuwa and new waifu Sakura being my favs) but I ended up sticking with my husbando team.

[puppetwoman17]

I think about Moon Knight a lot. Specifically about the fact that gods speak through their avatars when needed. But the way Khonsu speaks through Mark/Steven/Jake tells me they haven’t been an avatar for very long, as the body isn’t used to the possession.

So I got to thinking: Billy became intertwined with magic at a young age, even younger than most DC mages. Sometimes it’s ten, sometimes it’s seven(personally I like to go with seven). It’s basically part of him. So, the whole possession thing like in MK would be much easier for him.

For other avatars, it still takes time. They were chosen at older ages. Even the more experienced ones still twitch uncomfortably or raise their head too high. It’s always erratic.

No matter how many gods are speaking through Billy, though, his body always moves smoothly. His body can walk and eat and move however he wants, without issue. Even that odd, powerful echo in his voice isn’t an issue.

For Billy, it’s normal.

For the JL, though, it’s just another reminder that their teammate had to go through so many changes at a young age.

MK teams up with the JL once, and Khonsu can’t help but use his avatar to speak. Everyone is instantly worried because MK keeps jerking and looking up. His eyes glow. His voice is hoarse and his body looks like it’s locking up.

The only person who doesn’t look worried is Captain Marvel. Before they know it, his eyes are glowing too.

“Your avatar looks pathetic,” the gods say through their champion, and everyone immediately steps back because the echo is so all encompassing and tempermental.

MK jerks as his god says “yours is handling it perfectly. I wonder why.”

“Do not spin this on us, Khonsu.”

“I do wonder, are there any child labor laws on Olympus?”

The gods of Olympus and the god of the night sky are at each other’s throats.

That is, until Billy decides to intervene and take control of his body, halting the conversation because the gods have big mouths.

“That’s enough of that today.” He loos at MK. “No one likes a bully, Khonsu. Even if they were asking for it.”

That day sticks with the JL. It reminds them that their teammate is something entirely different from them. Younger, for one. But also that his life is dedicated in service to those who blessed him. He is completely integrated into a world of myths and gods and magic.

If they’re being honest, it scares them.

[alex-leweird]

Doodle Based on the "The Doctor is out... of his mind" mission's lore from Marvel Rivals

[kulerrrr]

Doodle dump for a couple last weeks

Some of the Adventure Time characters names are misspelled 💔