Lovable Kommandant

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[my-darling-boy]

I was having writers block and so I took a break and soon enough it was 3 in the morning and I had impulsively sewn together a tiny mouse you’re welcome

[my-darling-boy]

For those of you who asked, I have made a sewing tutorial on how to make your very own Peaches the Mouse!

[my-darling-boy]

I see people reblogging this with “to buy” but this pattern is free??? Someone even asked me “why don’t you charge money for it, it took you forever to put the document together” and I said “Not a lot of people have money and if they have some fabric scraps and a couple of buttons lying around they can make themselves a little mouse friend for free and that might make them happy and that makes me happier than receiving money???” Make yourself a liddol creacher! Heals the Soul!

[cryscal]

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 🐁🐭🐀eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[benevolenterrancy]

Hey! I love your artwork esp of Hogan’s Heroes. I like how you portray the group shenanigans and Hogan’s tired dad energy lmao

If you’re still doing requests for art could you do one of this meme please? If you’re not that’s fine!

yup, @colpapabear's post just about sums these two up -- Klink's anxiety is on a hair trigger and boy does Hogan love pulling that trigger

[colpapabear]

OMG thats incredible!!! I love it 🩷

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[bossasbatch]

//YOU’RE BACK!!!!! I’ve missed you, Klink and Klink-Mun!!!!!!!

//!!! IVE MISSED YOU TOO 😭💚💚💚 I’m always here lurking!!! Hoping for Klink to come back 🥹💚💚💚 gosh I miss you and the gang!!!!

[i-ducking-love-ducktales]

A Donald Noise™ that was too good not to share

[prisonerofstalag13]

Schultz: *looses Klink in a crowded room at some General's party*

Schultz: *yells* Herr Kommandant! There is an ESCAPE!!

Klink: *stomps through the room with his riding crop in the air*

Klink: THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A SUCCESSFUL ESCAPE FROM STALAG 13! NOT WHILE I'M THE IRON EAGLE! NOONE ESCAPES FROM STALAG 13! THE MOST ESCAPEPROOF PRISONCAMP IN ALL OF GERMANY!

Schultz: *murmurs* found him...

[valtsv]

my esteemed rival,

[valtsv]

my beloved nemesis,

[valtsv]

dearly detested,

[valtsv]

collection of my favorite responses in the notes

[prisonerofstalag13]

Schultz: But Colonel Klink said -

Hogan: To hell with Klink!

Klink, still on screen: I can hear you, Hogan.

[19b-archive-deactivated20250525]

No: “You have to be X to write about X.”

Halfway there: “Anyone can write about anything.”

Yes: “Anyone can write about anything, but your content does not exist in vacuum. If a POC tells you your portrayal of a character is racist, or a queer person tells you you’re playing into harmful stereotypes, listen to them. Fandom is an escape only for privileged people. Being inclusive means listening to marginalized voices instead of dismissing us as fun police.”

[toysoldiers-rwby]

[luimnigh]

[id: Tumblr tags that read: “if fan content is a legitimate form of media then it is not exempt from criticism”. end id.]

[colpapabear]

bossasbatch‌:

Even during the war, Klink has never been someone to casually go to a party. The only ones he went to with his comrades were the ones he was forced to, but even then he made sure to stay out of the crowd. They were always too much to handle in general: everything was too loud, there was too many people crowded in an unfamiliar place, and (sometimes) things would get too physical.

So, drink in hand and his free arm wrapped around his middle, Wilhelm watched the crowd with a nervous taping of his foot. Wherever someone acknowledged him, he would flash a small, friendly smile and a wave. Other than that, the German Colonel would stay in his little safety bubble.

That was until he saw one familiar face he swore he’d never see again. One that, for a moment, made him think (and possibly look) like he was looking at a ghost. Probably because….he was. Those dark eyes didn’t hold the same mischievous glint in them anymore. Even his posture seemed to lose its air of smugness. Was this even the same man he saw over ten years ago? A part of him wanted to give the American the same treatment he had been giving everyone else. But, as if he was being pulled, Klink found himself making his way over.

“Colonel Hogan?”

Oh, how he’d hoped Klink wouldn’t come over but here he was, making a beeline towards him. 

“Colonel Klink,” Rob greeted him stiffly once they were face to face. “I didn’t know you were in New York.” Why, of all the people to meet tonight, did the universe send him this man? Maybe because the universe clearly hated him. 

He raised his glass a little in toast. “Happy VA-Day.” 

[bossasbatch]

"I didn't think I'd ever be here either. But, when duty calls, you gotta jump to it," he stated with a little, humorless chuckle. He wanted to at least try to lighten the mood, but it was hard when there wasn't a valid reason to be happy. So, his smile didn't last long at all- instead, it dropped and showed a rather tired expression.

"Yes.. it is VA-Day." Out of citrusy, he raised his glass a small bit before taking a quiet sip. "It has been quite some time since I've seen you last.. how have you been doing?"

[colpapabear]

[ ASK ] @bossasbatch

[  play  ] muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together [  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

“No, you can’t do that, bishop can only go diagonally.” 

Rob leaned back in his chair with a badly supressed sigh and threw a glance at his watch. Still hours to go that had to keep Klink distracted. This would end up being a long evening. When he had spotted the dusty chess set in Klink’s office and had asked if he played he hadn’t expected the answer to be ‘no, not in a long time’. 

To be fair there were probably worse ways to spend and evening than playing chess and drinking schnapps. Far worse.

“And you’re not protecting your queen.”

[bossasbatch]

The Colonel was squinting at the pieces, tapping his chin with a finger. "I know it's been a while since I've last played. But I could of sworn that the knight moved at an angle." He had moved the piece back when the American had pointed out that he was incorrect, but now he was back to square one.

"Hmm..? Oh! Thank you, Hogan," he exclaimed, moving the Queen to a safe square. "You know, the last time I played this was with an old friend. Taught me everything he knew! But... he had only been playing for a few weeks before he was sent off to the front. A shame, really."

It was a habit to fill up the empty space with conversation. He figured that if they talked about something, then the other wouldn't notice just how awkward he was. Ironically though, it only made his awkwardness worse: his rambling didn't leave much room for the other to respond.

He gave his hands a clap as he continued with a polite, almost friendly grin. "It's so great to be able to get back into the swing of things! You'll even get fussy hands experience on how quick of a learner I am," he claimed with a little wiggle of his finger. "You'll see that I observe and learn things in a timely manner, and why it's part of the reason why there has not been a single escape here."

[colpapabear]

Klink: Do you know why you’re in my office?

Hogan: Is it because of the dick pic I accidentally sent to you?

Klink: *stops pouring two glasses of wine* Accidentally?

[colpapabear]

Klink calling Hogan a kindred spirit and/or denying it afterwards in S5 Ep3 Klink Commandos (requested by @softertheyfall )

[bossasbatch]

For Christmas Wilhelms receives a small parcel. Attached is a Christmas card with well wishes, a pair of homeknitted socks, a few snacks and a little model of a plane.

The Colonel was surprised. Confused, but surprised and... touched, even. For a moment, he looked at the plane and admired the detail on it.

When he found the note, he furrowed his brows and just held the note. Who in the world thought about him? Could this be something back handed that he just didn't notice because he couldn't connect the dots? Or just maybe..

After a brief period of debating, he pulled out his letter opener so he wouldn't damage what was inside. To his surprise... it was on what looked like scrap paper. Not that he was disappointed though. Oh no, not by a long shot.

By the end of the note, the Colonel had to remove his monocle so he could wipe away the stray tear.

Who would of guessed that the man that was supposed to beww his enemy would make this the best holiday?

[everybodyelsedying]

bossasbatch‌:

With Germany nowadays, Klink wouldn’t know what to expect; they could want her as leverage, they could want her just for bragging rights.. The list could go on for much longer than he’d like to admit.

“I feel that is unfair to ask, your Majesty,” he started, his gaze fixed on his hands. “With you, there’s only one princess. With me…. there’s so many colonels they could replace me with. As long as you’re with me, at least, I can make your trip as smooth as possible. ”

Ashildr took a shaky breath. He was right. He had not tried to harm her or even frighten her so far. She supposed that was better than some of the alternatives that she could be accompanied by. She nodded. 

“I don’t know anything,” She told him. “If you think that I have knowledge of anything my country has planned, I don’t. No government would be so careless as to spread that information to every minor royal,” Not that she was that minor, but they were careful with what was said all the same. 

[bossasbatch]

If it wasn't for the riding crop in his hand to keep his nerves at bay, he'd be trying to hide in his overcoat by now. He wish he had the courage to do the right thing, just as an old American friend of his once did. Someday... hopefully.

"I trust you, your Majesty. Believe me. Unfortunately, the others want to ring out as much information as they can. Sometimes, they would and has beaten a dead horse for it."

His stomach dropped when the car slowed to a halt: they must be at the shore.

[colpapabear]

@bossasbatch

Rob looked around the room with a blank expression on his face. In his hand he held a half empty glass of champagne . He didn’t really feel like champagne but he wasn’t sure he’d make it throught evening without the lulling effects of alcohol. As he looked around the room he wondered just how many of the people here actually felt like celebrating and how many were just doing it for show. 

All he knew was that he really didn’t feel like being jolly on the tenth anniversary of the day he’d lost everything. Taking a nother sip, he let his gaze wander around over men in Luftwaffe uniforms like his own and their pretty wifes and girlfriends who hung on their arms like accessories. 

He froze, however, when he spotted a familiar face, one he hadn’t seen in decade. Just as he thought of ducking away to hide in the crowd, their eyes met and Rob cringed inwardly as he prepared for a meeting he really wasn’t looking forward to. 

[bossasbatch]

Even during the war, Klink has never been someone to casually go to a party. The only ones he went to with his comrades were the ones he was forced to, but even then he made sure to stay out of the crowd. They were always too much to handle in general: everything was too loud, there was too many people crowded in an unfamiliar place, and (sometimes) things would get too physical.

So, drink in hand and his free arm wrapped around his middle, Wilhelm watched the crowd with a nervous taping of his foot. Wherever someone acknowledged him, he would flash a small, friendly smile and a wave. Other than that, the German Colonel would stay in his little safety bubble.

That was until he saw one familiar face he swore he'd never see again. One that, for a moment, made him think (and possibly look) like he was looking at a ghost. Probably because....he was. Those dark eyes didn't hold the same mischievous glint in them anymore. Even his posture seemed to lose its air of smugness. Was this even the same man he saw over ten years ago? A part of him wanted to give the American the same treatment he had been giving everyone else. But, as if he was being pulled, Klink found himself making his way over.

"Colonel Hogan?"

[everybodyelsedying]

bossasbatch‌:

“As far as I know, there should be no issues. If it was something to stress about, they wouldn’t have sent me.” As much as he hated to say it, he knew it was true. During the war, his comrades didn’t take him seriously. Hell, even the prisoners didn’t take him seriously. To be honest, he was rather surprised he eas still around. Maybe because, somehow, his record as a commandant was spotless?

Subconsciously, his hand tightened against the crop.

“Your Majesty… please don’t ask questions you don’t need the answer to. The less you know, the better.” I would know.

Ashildr at least thought it seemed unlikely she was going immediately to her death, though she still had her doubts about whatever the ultimate plan was for her. If her siblings and her nieces were gone, there was a chance that she was in line for the throne now. That might make her more valuable than she otherwise would have been. 

“Would you not want to know what was happening if you were being taken from your home with little explanation by someone you assume means you harm?” Perhaps he was right. If something terrible was coming, there would be little she could do about it.

[bossasbatch]

With Germany nowadays, Klink wouldn't know what to expect; they could want her as leverage, they could want her just for bragging rights.. The list could go on for much longer than he'd like to admit.

"I feel that is unfair to ask, your Majesty," he started, his gaze fixed on his hands. "With you, there's only one princess. With me.... there's so many colonels they could replace me with. As long as you're with me, at least, I can make your trip as smooth as possible. "