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@Chainsawgirltheythem alt account for CSM related stuff only!

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Hiiii this is @chainsawgirltheythem

Alt acc! gonna post Headcannons, doodles and stories here related to Chainsaw Man!

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it's ok to be obsessed with power if your anything that isn't a cis male btw but it isn't ok to be a cis male and be obsessed with power.

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i have reblogged this like 10 times and am tempted to print off some copies and stick them on my wall/in my sketchpad/on my art teacher’s face

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I got buddy stories :3

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and they’re all my main bitch

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Do I need to beat this into your skull quanxi is a fucking lesbian! You fucking idiot!

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Still seeing CSM fans simp for Makima…how do we tell him…

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Chainsaw man head cannons!

Just Kobeni and Angel for now…

Kobeni 

likes stress toys (poppit, fidget cube, squishy’s) 

Thinks that shopping is stressful (she almost never went shopping for things like clothes due to her always getting hand me downs) 

Dare I say autism…

Knife devil or Death devil inhabiting her body! 

Demi Bisexual 

Not a huge fan of spicy foods

Angel 

Aki lets him use his clothes because he said he didn’t really have any but the ones public safety gave him.

Favourite flavour of ice cream is strawberry (but any type will do) 

Doesn’t like to wear gloves to shield his power, would rather have others wear things to protect themselves.

Is so desperately in love with Aki it isn’t even funny.

Wears Aki’s clothes all the time.

Trans masculine, top surgery scars

Likes wearing traditionally feminine clothes. 

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idk

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100¥ to give her a hug

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im right and i should say it

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yummy!

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stuck on you

note: this is sfw, but my blog is not. minors do not follow or interact with my other content

content: beamji, fluff, no plot, first kiss

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Beam’s life before being captured by the Public Safety Bureau was lost in his memories, nothing but a muddy haze. He couldn’t hope to sort through his violent, lonely memories, so Beam was content to live in the present.

What he did remember were things he wished he could forget. Cruel people, terrified of what he was. People who would rather see him starve than allow him a night of shelter. So, Beam did not like most people.

Miss Makima had assigned him to go somewhere with some people. Beam never paid special attention to his assignments and was fine with going, doing his job, and getting paid for delicious food. This job was a fun one, there were plenty of zombies to eat and Beam had free reign of the room. At the Bureau, he wasn’t allowed to shift through the walls and attack the people he didn’t like.

As Beam exploded from the walls and consumed as many devils as he could, a strangely familiar sound rang out through the air. It was an unwavering, deep revving that made the hairs on his neck stand straight. His ears pricked and a smile stretched on his face once he recognized it.

The Chainsaw was there, so close that Beam could hear him.

After meeting with the Lord Chainsaw face-to-face, Beam was sure that his life had peaked. There he was, surrounded by good food and standing in front of Lord Chainsaw. The strange thing was that Lord Chainsaw was wrapped in the skin of an awkward boy named Denji.

Beam was not sure how to approach Denji.

On one hand, Denji was the vessel of great power. He could destroy Beam so completely that no one would remember him. On the other, would Lord Chainsaw accept him? Denji was different than the entity that was fused with him, he was shockingly human and infinitely difficult to understand.

So, Beam did everything he could to understand Denji.

“Lord Chainsaw!”

Beam was carrying an armful of vending machine goods. He wasn’t sure what Denji liked, so he took everything.

Denji turned around and his sharp eyes flicked from Beam’s loot and face.

“Did’ya steal that?”

Beam grimaced and shrugged. He could tell that if he did admit that he stole, Denji wouldn’t be pleased.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna get in trouble, just make sure you don’t show anyone.”

Beam shook his head and held out a can of something. He hadn’t bothered to even look at the vending machine contents.

“For you!”

Denji looked down at the extended can with a curious, unreadable expression.

“Thanks,” he took it and turned before Beam could say anything else.

Beam began to see less of Denji in the Bureau’s headquarters and ran into him more on assignments. Beam was transferred to a new squad and all he determined was that it meant more work and more strict superiors. The one bright side was getting to work closely with Denji.

“Hey! Stop eatin’ that!”

Denji's raspy voice still managed to ring out through the air, though Beam always had exceptionally good hearing.

“Beam,” Denji had run over and was scowling down at Beam.

“It’s already dead, Lord Chainsaw,” Beam said, holding up the devil he had been gnawing on.

Denji’s face bloomed a bright red and he shot his glare elsewhere. “Stop callin’ me that.”

“But you’re the most supremest Lord Chainsaw,” Beam snorted because how did Denji not understand?

“I’m just Denji.”

“Do not downplay! You’re the best.”

Beam nodded along with his words and pointed at the pull cord protruding from his skinny chest. “Look! No one else compares.”

Denji looked back down, then at the pull cord. “Whatever,” he muttered and walked briskly away. “I’m Denji, call me that.”

Beam wistfully stared at his retreating back. If it would please Denji to stop addressing him so respectfully, then he would comply.

Beam went back to the Bureau wondering why Denji would allow him to address him so intimately. Using his first name felt exciting as well as nerve-wracking. Beam slept that night soundly because no one had ever allowed him to be so familiar with them.

“Lord- Denji!”

Denji looked over and a small, disbelieving smile pulled at his mouth. “No way.”

“Huh?”

“You remembered.”

“Of course,” Beam said. How could he forget what Denji had said? He hung onto his every word like they were essential to live.

“Shocker,” Denji snorted and regarded Beam with a vaguely interested expression. After a moment he asked, “Do you not like cars?”

Beam blinked at the outside world rushing by so quickly that it blurred. “No.”

Denji leaned back into his seat and stared at the stained fabric ceiling. They were sandwiched in the back of Kishibe’s sleazy coupe on their way to a job. Beam would normally rather swim or be knocked out and driven, but Denji was there, so he decided to tag along. Consciously.

“I don’t like ‘em either.”

“Why not?”

Denji’s mouth warped into a thoughtful frown and his eyebrows furrowed together. Beam enjoyed seeing his wide array of expressions, but he didn’t like seeing Denji looking so troubled.

“I never was able to be in a car until now. They make me nervous, I guess,” Denji muttered, his face red like it was something he was hesitant to admit.

“Me too,” Beam offered sincerely. “I like to swim. I like water.”

“I don’t like swimming that much.”

Beam frowned. Swimming was very near and dear to his heart, but Denji was more important. He couldn’t choose one over the other.

“Why? It is the best…”

“I dunno how to swim.”

“It’s easy!”

“Well, duh. You’re a shark.”

“Yeah,” Beam huffed and stared outside. The scenery whisked by faster than his mind could process and he couldn’t help but turn away.

“You’re gonna get sick. Don’t hurl on me,” Denji snickered and softly punched Beam in the shoulder.

For some reason, Beam’s face heated to an embarrassing degree and he couldn’t bear to look at Denji. He ended up vomiting at their destination.

A few days after that job, Denji approached Beam and very hesitantly asked if he’d like to learn how to drive. He said, with a blush creeping up his neck, that he was tired of being so nervous and just wanted to learn. Beam suspected that he was lying. Of course, Beam agreed. Cars made him uneasy but it would be fine if Denji was at his side.

“Don’t get sick again or I’m kickin’ your ass out,” Denji glowered at Beam, though it lacked its usual bite.

Beam clutched the steering wheel and couldn’t wipe the giddy smile off of his face. There he was, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Denji. He couldn’t feel nervous if he tried.

“Which do I?” Beam gestured to the pedals with his foot and Denji sighed.

“That’s the brake. That’s the gas.”

“Oh! Okay!” Beam slammed his foot down on the gas and forgot what to do when the car lurched violently forward.

Denji did not let Beam drive after that.

Beam began to follow Denji to his apartment after some of their more difficult assignments. It made him feel better to linger with Denji, even though he felt out of place in the environment that the Hayakawa apartment was. It was a family, something that Beam had a hard time wrapping his head around.

“This is mine and Power’s room,” Denji said as he showed Beam around the place. It felt intimate and Beam wondered how he was allowed to see something so important.

“Aki?” Beam asked as he looked around the small room.

Denji waved it off. “He’s got his own room.”

Beam hummed and crouched down to shuffle through Denji’s belongings. He didn’t have much.

“Your things?”

Denji sat next to him and observed as he dug through a pile of Denji’s clothes.

“You don’t ever wear shirts, why not?”

Beam shrugged and pulled a large hoodie from the pile. It smelled like Denji and the realization made warmth creep up Beam’s neck. He looked over to Denji and tilted his head as Denji looked up from Beam’s chest.

“Maybe you should take that jacket.”

“It’s yours?”

Beam couldn’t do that. As much as he wanted to accept, that was Denji’s hoodie. Beam didn’t know how he would react if he was surrounded by Denji’s scent.

“You can have it,” Denji insisted and looked away, his voice low like he was trying to seem nonchalant. The red on his cheeks betrayed him.

“Thank you,” Beam said so sincerely that Denji couldn’t help but look at him again.

“Put it on.”

“My head…”

Denji acted like he was mad at Beam for having to force his unusually shaped head through the opening, but Beam knew better.

One late night, Beam was walking with Denji.

Jobs that ran late weren’t abnormal, but Beam still did not prefer them. The only bright point in his evening was getting to spend time with Denji.

“That was tough,” Denji sighed and rubbed at his neck. “That fuckin’ guy… I can’t believe you got his ass.”

Beam hid his smile and shrugged.

“I dunno why people are so shitty to you, you’re pretty cool.”

Beam stared at the sidewalk. “I don’t like people.”

“Do you not like me?”

Beam startled and jerked his head up. “I, uh-”

Denji laughed and threw his arm around Beam’s broad shoulders. Beam was taller, so Denji was forced to pull him down and Beam did his best to not react.

“I’m fuckin’ with you.”

“Oh.”

“But, I don’t get it. You really are a cool guy.”

Beam had to muster up every ounce of willpower he had to not grin like a madman. “You’re a good guy,” he replied.

“We’re like, the same, don’t you think?”

Beam shrugged, but he felt giddy. Denji thought they were the same.

“You’re my guy for real. I’m glad I work with you so much.”

Beam let himself smile and Denji saw. He returned it and Beam stumbled as he involuntarily sunk into the sidewalk.

Denji just laughed like it didn’t matter at all and dragged Beam out.

“What’s it like when you’re, y’know,” Denji wiggled his fingers as Beam regained footing.

“Under? It’s cool,” he explained, thinking of the chill of the substances he could submerge himself in.

“Can you take other people with you?”

Beam grimaced and shook his head. “It, uh,” he made a chopping motion across Denji’s chest. “Yeah.”

Denji dropped his jaw and cackled. “No way! That’s sick. I mean, sucks too, ‘cause I wanted you to take me inside of somethin’.”

Beam smiled and flushed because Denji wanted him to take him somewhere. It was too much to think about in front of Denji, and Beam slept that night wishing that he could take him away.

Beam sat on Denji’s balcony, dangling his bare legs in the air. He was wearing Denji’s hoodie as he kicked his feet in the wind. It was a strange feeling, being so high up, but Denji had asked for him to sit out there and of course, who would Beam be if he denied him?

Denji was, as always, so wonderful and pleasing to look at. The setting sun filtered through his coarse hair and illuminated him with a golden glow. The strands gently blew with the breeze and Denji sneezed when one tickled his nose. Beam couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight. He wasn’t sure why Denji had asked him to come home with him, but Beam was never one to say no to Denji.

“Did’ya see Power on your way up here?”

Beam grimaced. He had phased through the flights of stairs to avoid seeing anyone. He shook his head.

Denji snorted. “I guessed not.”

“You two want anything to eat?” It was Aki, poking his head outside and staring at them indifferently.

Beam didn’t particularly like Aki, but he was Denji’s guardian and superior, so he tolerated him.

“Nah, we’ll probably go out later,” Denji said, waving him away.

Aki lingered at the threshold and squinted inquisitively at Denji, then Beam. He left before Beam felt tempted to bare his teeth at him.

“You wanna get somethin’ to eat?”

“Sure!”

“What’re you thinkin’?”

“I dunno,” he said and thought, I’ll like wherever you take me.

“Uh,” Denji sighed and bumped his head against the railing. “Should we just order somethin’?”

“Order!” Beam wasn’t ready to leave. It was nice sitting out and letting the sun warm his face.

“Okay, cool.”

Beam stared after Denji as he went inside to convince Aki to order them food. The hoodie was very comfortable and Beam wondered why it had taken him so long to start wearing more clothes.

“Hey,” Denji took his place next to Beam again. “It’ll get here later.”

Beam hummed and watched as Denji looked at the skyline.

“You look at me a lot,” he mumbled without turning and Beam was snapped from his blissful staring.

“Uh-”

“I don’t mind.”

Denji was looking unnaturally thoughtful and the still peace of his face put an ache in Beam’s chest. Denji looked content, as though his life wasn’t more turbulent than most high schoolers. Like he wasn’t sitting and bumping shoulders with a fiend.

“You are nice,” Beam blurted.

Denji snorted and shook his head. “I could’ve been better.”

“No.”

“Yeah.”

“You are the best.”

“You’re just sayin’ that.”

“No.”

Denji’s eyes slid over and landed on Beam. His cheeks were red and if Beam listened hard, he could pick up the angry sound of his heartbeat.

“You like Chainsaw Man. Not me.”

Beam watched as the corners of Denji's mouth twitched, threatening to turn into a frown.

“I like both of you,” Beam said thoughtfully. “But, I like Denji more.”

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’.”

“I do,” Beam insisted and put a hand on Denji’s shoulder, praying that he would understand everything that Beam couldn’t say. “I do.”

Denji startled and his eyes darted between Beam’s face and his hand, squeezing at his shoulder.

“Uh,” Denji sputtered before regaining his bearings. “Prove it then.”

“How?”

Denji’s eyes flicked between Beam’s mouth and where his eyes would’ve been and Beam instinctively knew. Before Denji could answer, Beam was leaning in, pushing his lips against Denji’s like he had seen couples do in the street.

Denji pulled away and a nervous smile was spread across his face. Beam regretted it before he noticed the flush covering Denji’s face.

“Your teeth,” Denji said, touching his lip. It was bleeding.

“Ah? Denji, I-”

“It'll heal,” Denji reassured and awkwardly placed his hands on Beam’s shoulders.

“We have the same teeth.”

“Yeah, I’ll try not to bite you.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Don’t say stuff like that.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Beam admitted.

Denji paused and swallowed hard. Beam found himself very focused on Denji’s throat.

“What do you want?”

Beam knew what he wanted. He couldn’t say it, so he showed Denji.

They didn’t part until Aki came out to yell that the food had arrived. Beam didn’t feel bad in the slightest. He would’ve done it again in a heartbeat and he could tell that Denji felt the same.

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the goobies!

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Guys do u know that one meme where there's a girl and like a bodyguard (???) ordering drinks and the waiter give them the wrong drinks so they switch them on the last panel,???????? BECAUSE I C1NT FING IT^

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I FUCKIBG GOT IT RAAAAAHHHHHHH 💥💥💥💥💥

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Yeah I think I’m shipping beam and Angel now.

Man who is loud and stupid x man who is grumpy and quiet