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khonshus-stardust · 2 years

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Waking Up With Khonshu

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: soft sex, voyeurism, somnophilia (consensual), Khonshu (because he's a fucking warning himself), becomes slightly rough sex since its Khonshu we are talking about

Word Count: 3082

Summary: Gods don't require sleep to function like humans do. But Khonshu understands this with you as his lover. You slept all night long through his time. So when the sun comes up, he attempts to get you to rouse from your sleep. It takes little more than a few pokes and words to fully wake you up. Khonshu does the only thing he knows that works, for the most part.

Author Note: Okay, well, this is the first time I'm writing for this man. I made a comment to my cousin how little there is of Khonshu and she said I should fix it. And, I'm doing that! Enjoy the softer side of Khonshu.

Ao3

A familiar hand trailed down from the top of your head to your neck. “It’s time to get up, Little Bug,” the crispy sound of a voice helped rouse you from sleep. Yet, all you responded with was a groan and curling into a tighter ball. His scent filtered into your nose, causing a minute smile to appear.

There was a deep sigh. The hand lifted up then touched your cheek. One of the softest of smiles gracing your face this lazy morning. But still, you won’t fully wake. Your mind stuck between conscience and sleep. It refused to go anywhere else. This was slightly annoying a tall figure knelt down before your resting form on the couch.

“Stardust, you need to get up,” he requested of you. The blanket on you shifted, sliding down your frame and exposing you to the cool morning. You whimpered with a shiver. The half tank top and short-shorts did little to keep warmth in. Curse the mornings of the north. “I know you can hear me.”

You made an undignified voice from the back of your throat. It’s not one you would easily admit you made. Instead, you tugged at the blanket and pulled it back over yourself. “Ah, no. Marc is arriving soon, Little Bug. I need you up.” That same hand ran from your cheek towards your chest. The thin cloth that blocked him from seeing one his favor parts of you was pressed against your skin.

This got a reaction out of you. You stretched out from the ball position and pushed against his hand. But, your eyes were still closed. The soft light coming from the nearest window almost blinded you. He hummed and allowed his hand to press on. It went over your breasts, down your stomach, then stopped at the elastic of your short-shorts. They had little crescent moons on them. A pair he adored and loved when you wore them around him. Yet, the amount of exposure of your legs made him possessive of Marc, Steven, or Jake from seeing you this way.

Something bony gently tapped against the top of your head. You stretched out more, further opening up to him.

The tips of fingers barely going underneath the waistband of your shorts. A whine escaping you. You reached out with a hand , brushing against the cloth that wrapped around his lean bicep. “Is this how I have to wake you up? With my fingers slotted between your legs?”

As your mind waked, you thought that didn’t sound half bad. The god always knew how to have you screaming, either at him or the moon.

He continued his soft assault. One finger easily found your clit and pressed against it. You lowly keened with your back arching at his actions. “There’s my Stardust,” he whispered with adornment. His lone finger started to slowly circle around that hidden nub.

Your other hand followed down the length of his arm until he grabbed it and pinned it to your chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleep? If you’re not, I guess I don’t need to wake you up this way.” That made you whine with a high pitch tone.

“Please, love. I need you,” you begged. Your eyes finally opening up and staring up at the long bird skull. Khonshu didn’t physically have eyes but no matter what, you could feel them upon your form.

Same as you knew he would be smirking if he could. “It has been a bit… Is my Stardust that desperate?” You rapidly nodded your head and put on a pout with the whole effect. Your bottom lip pushed out as your hips subconsciously canted forward.

Khonshu chuckled deeply and tilted his head to the side yet said nothing else. His hand started its movement once more. You moaned this time, head bowed down and hips humping against the limb. The last thing on your mind was how undignified this was. But when the last time you say your god was two weeks ago and he left you on the edge, you needed this. More than he probably knew.

“You’re so beautiful, Stardust. Your body reacts such in a delicious way. It knows what your god wants from you.” Yourself knew what he wanted. His name screamed to hanging half moon still in the sky.

Without meaning too, you locked your thighs around his hand at the soft words. “Fuck, Khonshu,” you whispered and grasped with your free hand. The other still pinned against your chest. He continued to hold it against you, partially restrained to the couch. “Come on, love. Let me come, please.”

His low voice chuckled next to your ear. “Hearing you beg is more stunning than my moon and stars.” He gently pushed at one of you legs, silently asking you to open up. To which, you happily did. The blanket forgotten about on the floor now. His other hand releasing yours and helps pull down your shorts. They were thrown somewhere in the living room.

As more of your body was exposed to the god, he hummed and ran his hands down sides. One resting on top of your mound. “Much better.” You silently agreed with him and bucked your hips. He laughed again and stroked softly at your labia, not yet touching where you wanted.

The end of his long beak rested on your cheek. You turned your head and kissed the bone, love shining in your eyes. With Khonshu’s predicament, he couldn’t respond in the same fashion but you understood and knew he felt the same.

Then, the god finally returned to his former spot. A soft moan escaping your lips, his name falling off of them all the same. “Good girl, good girl.” Those two works repeated struck you hard. The praise hitting you at your core. A throb racing through your empty vagina.

He must have read your mind or sense your desperation and slide a single digit in. Your mouth hung open with a low groan, hips rocking at faster pace.

You felt all that familiar tightening in your core. A hand now grasped at the couch below you but it gave you no purchase as your body continued figurately to hurtle forward. His name whispered like a prayer on your lips. Both eyes open and staring up at his immovable figures. But Khonshu’s nonexistent eyes were on you, that you knew.

“Be a good girl, Stardust. Cum for your god,” he commanded close to your ear. And like he said, you listened to your god. You would always listen to him.

Your muscles tightened harshly against him, throbbing with your heartbeat. His name screamed out to his faint moon in the lighting sky. Your nails raked down the length of his arm then pressed the back of his hand closer. It’s been too long and you relished in the feeling.

Soon after, you relaxed and fell into a groggy mindset. If it wasn’t for his fingers rubbing again at your clit, you would’ve stayed there for the rest of time.

A high pitch whine escaped from your throat. You looked up at him, finding a halo of light surrounding his figure. It was strange to see him in the sun’s light compared to his own. Nevertheless, he looked like the god he was called for. “You can give your god one more. Right, Little One?” he questioned softly. You would do a lot for him. What he asked of you was so simple. You nodded your head eagerly but had something else on mind.

With that in mind, you got up and maneuver the god into the position you wanted. Khonshu stared at you in question but allowed you to do what you wanted.

Now, he sat on the floor with his back to couch, legs stretched. In general, he looked delicious. You licked your lips then pulled the last bit of clothing off. Khonshu hummed at the display. A single hand reached out to you, which you gratefully took. He carefully tugged at you. You straddled his thin waist and smiled up at him.

Your pussy pressed against his crouch. The bulge hidden below wrappings twitched at your actions. “Hm, you know how to please your god, Stardust,” he groaned into your ear.

“Someone taught me how,” you returned and humped him. His hand still wet with your slick slide up your side and cupped your breast. The long beak that made up his head gently rubbed at your cheek. “Now, how about you make me cum a second time. If you think you can.”

His entire frame tensed at your words; and you felt his gaze shifting from something soft to a challenge. Well, you started it first. At times, you liked to test him. All in all, he seemed to like it in return. He liked it when you pushed his buttons and you did as well. The soft sex wasn’t something to brush past but when he got that punishing pace going on. You wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of the day until he healed you, or not. It all depended on his whole mood.

Your body was simply turned around, still on your knees but facing the door into your apartment. Reverse cowgirl. He liked them both. This way, he still had a show of power over you.

“Two can play that game,” he growled in your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. Khonshu knew what you liked. You’ve played this game many times before. The both of you understood how tease or get what you wanted from the other. In this play, the god had the reins, like usual. Every once in awhile, he’ll allow the smallest of control over to you. That’s how much he loves and trusts you. Far more than his Avatar.

One of his hand strokes down your back. From pinkie to thumb, it was nearly able to touch your sides. You moan and rock your hips again. “Come on, Khonshu. You know what I want,” you demand. Both of your hands gripped his thin thighs. The old wrappings that covered the majority of his body lightly scratched your skin. It wasn’t the softest of materials but it made up him.

There was his famous laugh filling the air. Both hands latching onto your thighs. “I do, Little Bug. But you’re begging…” he groans lowly, head tilted back. You wanted to reach back and run a hand underneath his beak. This position didn’t allow you to do that. Instead, you rested all of your weight down on his clothed cock. “It does wonderful things to me.”

“Like when I beg you to fuck me all night long, under your shining moon,” you partially asked as if you didn’t know that something he favored. His grip tightened, head leveling down. “Like when I beg for you to cum inside of me, filling my pussy up as yours.” Khonshu growled and tugged back at you. “Like when I beg for you let me cum all over your cock.”

At the next moment, your pussy was filled. Two hands grasped at your sides and pressed you flushed with his hips. A high pitch moan ripped from your throat as you clawed at his thighs. There was a presence of pain but an amount you liked. From the nearby window, sun light kissed your skin gently.

Your back arched fully, head completely tilted back and stared wide eyed at the bird god. What you had said pushed him to the point you were silently asking for. A hand came around held the front of your throat. His wrappings lightly scratched there as he lightly stroked the skin at your throat. “You speak the truth, Stardust. The night may not be on us but I will fuck you happily,” he mumbled close to your ear. His beak rubbing against your cheek.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moaned and rose your hips only for them to fall, forcing him back into you. He groaned as well, his own hips bucking up. The force causing you to rise and fall down once more. Your pussy clenched at the movement. It felt good, so good.

Khonshu started his pace, reasonably quick and hard. It had you bouncing on his cock with quiet skin-to-cloth slapping. You continued to gaze into the pits of his eye-sockets with his hand on your throat. “That’s my good girl. I know you can cum on your god’s cock one more time.”

That hand moved back to your thigh then lifted your whole body up. The tips of your toes the only thing touching the ground now with your back pressed against his chest. The metal crescent lightly digging into your back but didn’t take away from the pleasure. Khonshu’s bony cheek pressed to yours as he groaned. His hips pounding harshly as his speed increased. Your head thrown back and rested on his shoulder.

Your hands scrambled for purchase and found his wrist the closest thing. This new position made his cock slide against your g-shot stronger. Stars appeared in your eyesight. Fuck, you were close once more. A feeling you couldn’t wait to relish in with your god.

“Khonshu, please. I wanna cum. Cum with me, please-please-please-please,” you cried out and clung to him like a life-line. You wished for him to fill and claim you like all those times before.

A reminder never hurt.

He kept that same pace you always loved up. His body curling up around yours. A knowing action of his closing orgasming. Every time, he sounded so beautiful when he came. The moan of his life time was something you would never pass up.

A door slamming closed brought your head up, knocking into Khonshu’s skull. It made you internally cringe but your eyes snapped to the front door. Marc stood there, gaze wide and locked onto your exposed form. A plastic white grocery bag in his left hand.

The moon god behind you froze, cock still halfway inside of you. They were staring the other down for a few countless moments. “Problem?” he hissed then started his pace again. You were fighting against how your pussy throbbed at the man watching your actions. But actions speak louder than words. Your head rested once more on Khonshu’s shoulder.

“I-I thought you didn’t wa-want him to see,” you teased then moaned when the god hit something deep in you. Past memories of the god being possessive filled your mind. At times, it was hilarious to see such a god throw a tantrum about Marc seeing more skin than Khonshu allowed. Other days, it could get annoying easily. A small part of you liked to tease him about it. Though, a moment like this wasn’t what you expected. Nevertheless, you felt his fingers grip harder. There were going to be bruises on your thighs by the end of the night.

“He can see but cannot touch what’s mine.” Khonshu made that clear with a particular harsh thrust. “Now, tell me who you belong to and you can cum again.” Once more, his possessive side shone threw the brightening morning.

“Yours! I’m yours, Khonshu! All yours,” you cried out and held on tighter. Then, you came. Harder than ever before. The strength of a god was the only thing able to keep you from tensing up all the way. Your body trying to curl up on itself. Khonshu quickened his pace and drew whole body tremors from you. Until he stilled, cock fully sheathed and throbbing inside of you. Your nose nuzzled against his cheek as your body twitched against his hold.

Your chest rose and fell drastically, gaze blankly staring at the white ceiling. A hand laid firmly on your stomach and reminded you of the situation. Red covered every inch of your face without missing a beat. There was no way in the world you could look at Marc, Steven, or Jake the same way. Not after what Marc had just watched and experienced. Without any control, your pussy clenched around Khonshu again.

Khonshu’s other hand came down circled your clit. The overstimulated nub throbbed painful. “No, Khon, no. It hurts,” you whined and weakly pushed his hand away; given a few minutes, you could probably go again. The god listened without hesitation then lifted his head.

“Enjoy the show?” he questioned. You easily knew there was a smirk on his feature even though he couldn’t physically show it. This side of him wasn’t something you were entirely used to but you could get accustomed to easily.

“Khonshu, what the fuck?” Marc’s voice sounded higher than normal. You opened an eye to see red dusting his own cheeks. The bag in his hand had been dropped to the hardwood floor hazardously. A can of vegetables had rolled out. “Don’t we have some business to do,” he grunted with his jaw tense.

“This business was more important,” Khonshu chattered back then easily pulled himself from you. A flush of his white cum spilled from your pussy and onto the hardwood floor. You shivered at the feeling and closed your legs. Yet the god wouldn’t allow that. “Ah-ah, Stardust. Don’t hide yourself from your god. Not when I’ve filled you so perfectly.” His finger took a small scoop through the cum that painted your thighs and pressed it back in. Your back arched with a whine piercing the quiet air.

“Khonshu,” Marc warned and refused to look in your general direction. The god chuckled before placing you on the couch behind you. A familiar blanket was pulled over your naked form.

“I’ll let you sleep in, Little One. You humans do need your sleep.” He pressed his cheek to your forehead in a mock kiss. “And a god can be tiring.” Khonshu stared down at you for a few moments before turning around to face Marc. His staff somehow returned to his grasp.

As much as you wanted your god to stay with you, the night may be over but vengeance never stopped. He would return. The two of you could dance to this quiet song all over again.

Before sleep claimed you once more, you shifted your eyes over to the man. Out of the corner of his eye, you saw him gazing at you as well. When your eyes met, his flashed away to the mirror close by. Then, darkness is all you see.

#khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu smut #smut #marc spector #he gets a show #poor marc #sex with bird man #marc is horrified #whoops #possessive Khonshu

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deep-space-lines · 5 months

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Personal headcanon is that garrus is not straight because he won't date male shepard. nobody will convince me that that dinosaur is heterosexual. the REAL reason male shepard can't date him is just because he's ugly by turian standards due to the lack of nice hair and waist

I think male shepard should've had the opportunity to flirt with Garrus, and then have Garrus desperately look around the room like "oh, well I'm, uh...." and finally say "........straight" in the least convincing tone ever because he doesn't want to tell you that he is attracted to men, just not you, but he's so 100% absolutely transparently lying

#i just think it would be comedy gold #also if a bisexual man and a bisexual woman have sex it cancels out and becomes gay sex. trust me im a scientist #i just want garrus to look me in the eyes and tell me he's straight. i want him to try.#mass effect #i know i keep posting about the bird man. i promise i like other characters too. but garrus is my babygirl

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bird-likes-to-fandom · 5 days

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infantilization of Ricky Potts my beloathed

#the man basically lives in his own fictional universe where he SEXUALLY repopulates an entire planet of cat women. this is to say - he fucks #and he KNOWS he fucks (at least. in zolar. not irl. ykwim)#and he WANTS to fuck (it is his make-a-wish wish)#he knows a) what sex is and b) what SWEARING is #he is not a baby to be coddled. he is not a smol precious bean who must be protected and shielded at all costs #that is infantilization. and it's ableist!#and it's just so dumb and obvious you learned nothing of his character in the entire 90 minutes of the show #he is more than meets the eye. he is not a baby.#I swear ppl will call out ocean and then repeat her actions when it comes to Ricky #rtc #Ricky potts #bird likes to chirp

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thaethiira · 8 months

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Okay first of all i LOVE that we have a drider in the game don't get me wrong. And he's quite close to accurate as well, but... the legs.

Spiders have SEVEN joints on their legs, and their legs do NOT end in spikes! They end in these:

Additionally, do any of these spiders look shiny and plastic to you? NO. They have fluffs (not fur, these are called sensilla) and little whiskers!

GIVE! HIM! PEETY! PAWS!!!

Also, and I actually don't mind this one bc I'm ftm and this means Kar'niss is also--his abdomen is a female shape. Regard:

Female spiders have bigger, rounde abdomens. Compare:

His tummy rounde. Kar'niss is trans. I rest my case.

(once again, a note--I am a) trans and b) using 'male' and 'female' the way Biology uses those terms, as a shorthand to mean 'has sperm-producing gonads' and 'has egg-producing gonads'. Most biologists do not anthropomorphise animals and that includes assigning genders to them. Animals do not have genders, genders require having a society.)

#kar'niss #I am objectively right and will not be taking criticism at this time #I love when people accidentally make trans characters bc lack of research it's my favourite #oh your boy angler fish character has an esca and is an independent creature? congrats he's trans #oh your drider man has a big rounde abdomen? trans.#oh you made your female bird character all colourful and loud? trans!#it's delightful i love studying how sexes and mating work in nature bc it just gives me more trans characters

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finch-kid · 3 months

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can't believe ppl are still debating whether the ramones or the sex pistols are the best 70s punk band when the real answer is so clear

#and it's not just cuz i hate the sex pistols #i loveee the ramones #but the clash is objectively better #the clash #the bird man cant shut up #Spotify

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oplishin · 1 month

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Bryan Danielson and Tyler Black did this sequence a couple times in ROH: Tyler hits a hurracanrana which Bryan immediately rolls and counters into a pin. I'm always entertained by this because 1) super gay 2) tyler is so much taller than bryan he always ends up really awkwardly crumpling when his neck/shoulders hit the ground.

(ROH Southern Navigation, May 9 2008, ROH New Horizons, September 26 2008)

#the gay sex of it all #jrestling #i love how gangly tyler looks in roh.#like in wwe seth is generally medium/small (he's gotten more medium over the years)#but in roh he's almost always the tallest person in the match #and usually the heaviest too #i love every tyler-bryan and tyler-nigel match #the divorced exes murder a twink #seth rollins #bryan danielson #tyler black #roh #jifs #insufferable bird of paradise #so many tags!#man that rana looks cleannn also

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ruthlesslistener · 1 month

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All this talk of breeding kink has resolved not one but TWO things in my brain.

First was cementing why it's kink. As far as I can tell there's not an easy line between kink and non-kink and it seems more related to what society counts as "normal" or not. Which in that view I kept thinking, well wouldn't reproduction be the most "normal" as it's the "point" (evolutionarily) of sex, and humans do in fact keep reproducing? Which just led to my brain spinning in circles on how arbitrary such definitions are.

And well. Okay I actually didn't resolve the arbitrary aspect, but it does make more sense how it would play out ask kink if the sorta fantasy aspect of breeding is disconnected to actual want for that.

Which led me to my second revelation of why I often (not always) find breeding kink stuff so disappointing. As someone who wants kids/pregnancy XDDDD And all I could think was "why don't you want to follow through" in such works. The worst offenders being tagged breeding and then not even....mentioning such a thing at all...(okay maybe that's just a tagging/bad writing problem).

Anyway I just enjoyed reading your thoughts. Made me think.

Yeah this sort of discussion really is deeply fascinating- its part of the reason why I'm so interested in sex from a scientific perspective, but it makes talking about it hard because of societal limitations (ie, rn I'm worried I'll be called a pedophile for exposing minors to discussions about sex, but since I'm just discussing it in a non-arousing context + clearly don't want to fuck kids I'mma file that away as my OCD being cruel to me). Thing is, it really is fascinating how it makes our brains tick! There's all sorts of papers by sexologists out there that talk about how its like a completely separate part of your brain from your logic center or something similar (been a while since I read any of those papers, so don't take this at face value), which is why you can have people like me who are repulsed by the idea of getting pregnant for various reasons but have a breeding kink. You're very literally not you when you're horny! The reason why I was musing about breeding kinks potentially being an evolutionary 'trick' to get people to have more kids is because it's one of the most common ones out there, despite lots of people not wanting to get pregnant- because its disconnected from the logic system and is way closer to 'instinct' than most other of our desires

The way I define 'kink' myself is some aspect integrated into sex that makes it a whole lot more arousing to an individual, but is not necessarily a commonality across individuals (and is separate from a fetish because its typically sexual in nature, whereas fetishes oftentimes don't seem to be tied to sex at all). Like, for example, people who are attracted to penises are, across the board, probably going to become aroused by seeing an erect dick, and watching people having sex is arousing even if you yourself are not attracted to either person in the picture. That's not a kink. But stuff like breeding, cuckholding, etc are, because while they're common as a source of arousal, they're not shared by everyone in the population. Though I do think that what you mentioned about there being a blurry line defined by societal rules def. does play a factor into it, because a lot of the super popular/common kinks are directly linked to what is seen as 'taboo', like nonmonogamy or public sex (I believe there's been extensive research on why rape kinks among afab people are so common, for example, and it's because society looks down on female sexuality so much that it's a way of uncoupling the person's shame at being horny from the actual scenario that arouses them- they cannot be 'impure' if they had no agency in what happened to them. Which is probably why someone like me, who thinks arousal is the stupidest thing to shame someone for, doesn't see the appeal at all. But that's a direct tie between social expectations and kink). Idk, the psychology of it is really fucking cool and I highly recommend checking out papers written on it sometime!!

As for why some fics get tagged as breeding kink without any mention of breeding itself- my guess is that because its so widespread of a kink that people's opinions on what constitutes it ranges anywhere from 'not stopping until the person is confirmed pregnant and then some' to 'unprotected PIV sex'. The former of which is what the definition should be imo, the latter which is the way more boring and vanilla option that you probably ran into

#nsft topic #sex as a biological/evolutionary study is actually deeply fascinating bc its where things get *weird*#because its a huge arms race competition #but its not one that is necessarily lethal- like fleeing from predators or stalking prey #which is how you end up with birds of paradise or deeply complex social rituals like what humans do #and then all the little non-innate things in between- like men ejaculating more sperm when watching another man have sex #(which is believed to be indirect male-male competition)#shits cool!! its really cool!!#anon #reply

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sugar-softies · 3 months

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I'd write so much about this status effect if I felt confident enough to join the mc rp horny space

#like a. I feel like that side of the internet is mainly sex oriented less kink #b. we have to explain the difference between cc and c when writing regular fic let alone kink #c. idkkk I'm shyyyyyy #but I'd use this effect on a certain bird man so fast

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dayurno · 9 months

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drunk kevin with a cigarette. as a treat.

andrew meeting nineteen year old fresh-out-of-a-cult kevin day who had never drank or smoked before:

(he would smoke for the aesthetic of it. the taste is debatable but the looks are what really seals the deal. he thinks he's so cool. mr. day everyone at this gay bar knows you have perfect teeth and clean lungs and a church boy history who are you trying to fool)

#this is actually canon for anyone wondering. kevin hadnt had a drop of alcohol before psu #funny funny guy. love him. so proper #ANYWAY i really endorse this i think its hilarious that andrew made kevin worse #by introducing him to drugs and alcohol and cigs and gay sex #the miseducation of kevin day?!?!#he could never go back to the nest because then hed not be the masters pristine sacrificial lamb anymore :( no longer groomed for perfectio #asks #kevin #putting one dollar in the Sacrificial lamb kevin day motif jar #put right beside the Injured bird kevin day motif jar #with YOUR help we can find more innocent creatures wrongfully slaughtered by the cruelty of the world to cojmpare this fictional man to.

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andfangs · 1 year

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why do people on this website hate old people so bad!!! 26 years old is not old!!! back in my day i was 19 and thirsting after people 40+ and usually more like 50+!!! learn to wanna fuck ACTUAL old people or perish!!!!

#if they can’t get the early bird special is it even worth it?!#if that man doesn’t need to take ibuprofen before sex and his knees don’t crack #I don’t wanna hear how you wanna be his controversially young gf #get well soon xx #riot talks

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finch-kid · 5 months

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kill johnny rotten and replace him with another kathleen hanna

#bikini kill #kathleen hanna #sex pistols #johnny rotten #the bird man cant shut up

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throwing-roses-into-the-abyss · 2 years

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I'm watching that lower decks episode with peanut hamper and the bird planet and just

what in the actual fuck am I watching

#star trek #star trek lower decks #st: ld #I just #??????????#I did not expect to watch a bird man have sex with a snarky robot today

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fleshdyke · 1 year

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currently thinking abt presley the spix macaw

#man. man. man.#his family had no idea. they just knew he loved rock music and his african grey companion and he loved them back. man.#can you imagine how fucking heartbreaking that would have been. having a pet for decades and loving it so much and then finding out he’s one #of the only ones left. and then having to give him up to have some semblance of hope in saving the species.#and when he died his owner didn’t get to see him. he lived and died happy in the conservation center but he never got to see his owner again #can you imagine how bittersweet that must be to know. he spent his life happy and loved in both the home and the conservation center. but he #was still the last known male. and in 2022 spix macaws were finally reintroduced to the wild after decades of being eitw. he’s the reason #theyre back. he’s the reason theyre growing. he’s dead but he’s still saving his species because his sex organs were preserved. fuck man #rambles #birds

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prismatica-the-strange · 7 months

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My dad got so mad at me for admitting, in full earnest, that I would marry a rich old man and wait for him to die to have his money.

Not because I admitted my plan but because his daughter is a gold digger.

I see it more as a great way to attain money and the tittle of widow.

#two birds one stone #i would be nice and put out for that old man sex and be great little wife #but then i would have money and finally go to Tokyo disney #this it... the post that will cancel me #i find it funny tho

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stromblessed · 6 months

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Mizu, femininity, and fallen sparrows

In my last post about Mizu and Akemi, I feel like I came across as overly critical of Mizu given that Mizu is a woman who - in her own words - has to live as a man in order to go down the path of revenge.

If she is ever discovered to be female by the wrong person, she will not only be unable to complete her quest, but there's a good chance that she'll be arrested or killed.

So it makes complete sense for Mizu to distance herself as much as possible from any behavior that she feels like would make someone question her sex.

I felt so indignant toward Mizu on my first couple watchthroughs for this moment. Why couldn't Mizu bribe the woman and her child's way into the city too? If Mizu is presenting as a man, couldn't she claim to be the woman's escort?

However, this moment makes things pretty clear. Mizu knows all too well the plight of women in her society. She knows it so well that she cannot risk ever finding herself back in their position again. She helps in what little way she can - without drawing attention to herself.

Mizu is not a hero and she is not one to make of herself a martyr - she will not set herself on fire to keep others warm. There's room to argue that Mizu shouldn't prioritize her quest over people's lives, but given the collateral damage Mizu can live with in almost every episode of season 1, Mizu is simply not operating under that kind of morality at this point. ("You don't know what I've done to reach you," Mizu tells Fowler.)

And while I still feel like Mizu has an obvious and established blind spot when it comes to Akemi because of their differences in station, such that Mizu's judgment of Akemi and actions in episode 5 are the result of prejudice rather than the result of Mizu's caution, I also want to establish that Mizu is just as caged as Akemi is, despite her technically having more freedom while living as a man.

Mizu can hide her mixed race identity some of the time, and she can hide her sex almost all of the time, but being able to operate outside of her society's strict rules for women does not mean she cannot see their plight.

It does not mean she doesn't hurt for them.

Back to Mizu and collateral damage, remember that sparrow?

While Mizu is breaking into Boss Hamata's manse, she gets startled by a bird and kills it on reflex. She then cradles it in her hands - much more tenderly than we've seen Mizu treat almost anything up to this point in the season:

She then puts it in its nest, with its unhatched eggs. Almost like she's trying to make the death look natural. Or like an accident.

You see where I'm going with this.

When Mizu kills Kinuyo, Mizu lingers in the moment, holding the body tenderly:

And btw a lot of stuff about this show hit me hard, but this remains the biggest gut punch of them all for me, Mizu holding that poor girl's body close, GOD

When Mizu arranges the "scene of the crime," Kinuyo's body is delicate, birdlike. And Mizu is so shaken afterward that she gets sloppy. She's horrified at this kill to the point that she can't bring herself to take another innocent life - the boy who rats her out.

MIZU'S ONE MOMENT OF SOFTNESS AND MERCY, COMING ON THE HEELS OF HER NEEDING TO KILL A GIRL TO SPARE HER THE WORST FATE THAT THIS RIGID SOCIETY HAS TO OFFER WOMEN, AND TO SPARE A BROTHEL FULL OF INNOCENT WOMEN WHO ARE THE CASTOFFS OF SOCIETY, NEARLY RESULTS IN ALL OF THEIR DEATHS

No wonder Mizu is as stoic and cold as she is.

And no wonder Mizu has no patience for Akemi whatsoever right before the terrible reveal and the fight breaks out:

Speaking of Akemi - guess who else is compared to a bird!

The plumage is more colorful, a bit flashier. But a bird is a bird.

And, uh

Yeah.

I like to think that Mizu killing the sparrow is not only foreshadowing for what she must do to Kinuyo, but is also a representation of the choice she makes on Akemi's behalf. She decides to cage the bird because she believes the bird is "better off." Better off caged than... dead.

But because Mizu doesn't know Akemi or her situation, she of course doesn't realize that the bird is fated to die if it is caged and sent back home.

Mizu is clearly not happy, or pleased, or satisfied by allowing Akemi to be dragged back to her father:

But softness and mercy haven't gotten Mizu anywhere good, recently.

There is so much tragedy layered into Mizu's character, and it includes the things she has to witness and the choices she makes - or believes she has to make - involving women, when she herself can skirt around a lot of what her society throws at women. Although, I do believe that it comes at the cost of a part of Mizu's soul.

After all, I'm gonna be haunted for the rest of this show by Mizu's very first prayer in episode 1:

"LET" her die. Because as Ringo points out, she doesn't "know how" to die.

Kind of like another bird in this show:

#blue eye samurai #mizu #akemi #kinuyo #bes #women are birds okay they are BIRDS #the let me die line is so SCARY AND SAD like a part of Mizu wants death but she cant? she doesnt know how?? excuse you show???#when all these other delicate birds are dying all around her #akemis character gets more and more gutwrenching upon subsequent rewatches because whenever she says her life is in danger #NO ONE BELIEVES HER - certainly not other women #because shes rich and pampered and that means shes safe and is worrying about nothing right? right?????#and it turns out that all of akemis instincts were right and she was in danger the ENTIRE TIME #also I need to make a post just for kinuyo because I am sad

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