"I ain't a killer but don't push me. Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy." - 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 (1996), 2Pac
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"I ain't a killer but don't push me. Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy." - 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 (1996), 2Pac
könig text posts!!
sorry if these are all shit quality, i have no idea how to make images plus everything is from pinterest. sorry if any of these have been done before :) hope you all enjoy bc i sure did tee hee!!
vampire kyle gaz garrick who has never gotten to see what he’d looked like in mirrors or photographs after turning, whose own face had been a stranger to him for over a century x you, the painter who is determined to show him the beauty that he never got to see through your portraits
Tumblr user puppyfaggotdaddycumslut-ao3 doesn't agree with my political beliefs. What ever shall I do.
A "bite sized" bio for Kissie!
Baby Kissie and young Dominique + concept sketch above 🖤 lore dump ↓
Even longer lore dump because I'm on my writing account.
As you may (likely not) know, both Kissie and Dominique are inspired by my mom, but Kissie has more of my traits. Dominique is an Egyptian born American, and I chose her ethnicity because A, my mom really wants to visit Egypt, and B, I had a huge hyperfixation with Egypt at the time of Dominique's creation.
This particular image makes me very nostalgic as Dominique looks much like my grandmother here, and I somewhat imagine myself as Kissie, as my grandmother died when I was only 10 months old, so this embodies the only relationship that we had.
Now, enough pitiful reminiscing. Let's get into the fun part. Both Dominique and Kissie are psychics. Specifically psychics who see ghosts. No future telling, sorry :(
Dominique spent most of her younger life, majorly her teen years, in Egypt, doing psychic readings for money.
She met her husband, Joseph, in 1966, who was a young soldier who had been deployed to Cairo that year. For the following years, he tagged along with her international travels before they settled in his hometown of Ankh Port, Mississippi in, well, 1978.
Thank you for reading! xoxo
Just saw the most bewildering post. "Been seeing a lot of recent fics where the (femme) reader is kinda mean and cold towards (male character), but like.... what if the roles were reversed?"
Omg bitch no wayyy you mean a kind, vulnerable woman ends up with a guy that has a shitty personality? We gotta get this shit to New York times, babe, you're a fucking classic. This is gonna make bankroll, baby!
Some of my anons are unfortunately very dense. "Don't you write Mean König?" Yes child that's why im able to clock this. It takes one to know one.
Writing this small bit out of spite (context). Anywho kiss my ass if you don't like dominant, mean, rude women in fics. Congratulations: you're the majority, here's your cookie. Tw for sexual implications.
☠︎︎ König, who was about as desperate as desperate gets. It was a pitiful combination. The flirting skills of a rhombus with the income of a...well, a sniper. His job pays him well, but it'd be the only reason you talk to him.
☠︎︎ König, who was nothing but an easy hookup from the jump. Some desperate guy you were sure you could blow off after the night. But, you know the saying. Give an inch and he'll take a mile. He'd fallen utterly under your spell. Completely obsessed with your body and your attitude. Something about the depravation of your love that only pushed him further to seek it.
☠︎︎ König, who grumbled into your ear as he rutted you into the bed. Whining and rithing and panting in your ear as if loudly expressing his affection would be enough to make you stay. It drove him crazy how you'd left him in the middle of the night with no effort to tell him goodbye.
☠︎︎ Manipulative reader, who pretended to think, seemingly unphased whilst scrolling through her phone, standing with indifference as he loomed in her doorway. "
☠︎︎ König, who spoiled you with jewelry and trinkets for the bare minimum. It came to a point where you'd stopped sleeping with him all together, leaving him completely dependant on whatever crumbs you felt like offering.
☠︎︎ König, who can't help but blush when you yell at him, almost entranced by the beauty of your anger. He'd flinch, only a bit, maybe purposely piss you off just to get fussed at. Any of your attention was good attention in his eyes.
— Important novel update.
After putting some long thought into it, @syntaxghost and I have decided to no longer be uploading parts of Nova Genesis to this Tumblr.
While I am enjoying the writing process, it is painfully hard to upload and layout what is already intended to be a considerably lengthy novel. It feels like more work goes into importing and converting the work than it does in actually writing, and it is extremely stressful for me. This isn't exactly a novel format, and given it's not fanfiction, there would be no advantage in posting it on AO3 (I also dgaf about said platform).
That being said, you can still read the prologue HERE, but the rest of the book will be uploaded to my Wattpad for convenience.
Thank you for understanding.
Just saw the most bewildering post. "Been seeing a lot of recent fics where the (femme) reader is kinda mean and cold towards (male character), but like.... what if the roles were reversed?"
Omg bitch no wayyy you mean a kind, vulnerable woman ends up with a guy that has a shitty personality? We gotta get this shit to New York times, babe, you're a fucking classic. This is gonna make bankroll, baby!
☠︎︎ ⋮ author note: yeah yeah you get the deal. Smut. Read it or don't. This piece is a little raunchier than the ones I've posted before, I think.
☠︎︎ ⋮ synopsis: older body guard König! 🖤
☠︎︎ ⋮ Warnings: smut! (p-in-v), unprotected sex (my favorite trope), possible breeding kink, age gap (21 & late 30s König, but that's also not clarified so it's up to you), possinbly dub-con, Mean König™️, not proof read!
Your body guard was a mean old man. That's what you told yourself. A kill joy who never lets you have fun. Some ass kissing soldier your rich step dad hired for protection, knowing you intentionally put yourself in dangerous situation.
one hill i will die on is that könig's love story starts later in his life. he has had a few girlfriends (that's what he calls them, they would not say the same), but other than that... nothing.
by the time könig gets to 30 years of age, he accepts his fate. forever alone. forever longing for soft hands to cradle his big head, hold his scarred hands, pet his babyish face. forever pining for a warm bed, home-cooked meals that he doesn't ask for. wanting, god, needing, someone to devote his energy to. craving something soft, for once in his life.
könig’s family has stopped asking if he's "found anyone special", even his dearest oma. they call him troubled, but sweet. too anxious for his own good. like a big, traumatised shelter dog.
that is until, he is honourably discharged on account of his fucked up injured shoulders, and he finally meets a woman.
after sneakily seeking advice (from nikto, of all people, könig is flabbergasted this is the person he goes to for love advice) he asks her out. like a teenage boy.
they’d meet in the most mundane way, but to him, that is all the appeal. he is, admittedly, terrified for their first few dates. this woman looks at him like he hung the moon and stars — god, he wants to run away, go hide in his dark apartment. her eyes see too much, könig declares. like she's looking into his soul, seeing the troubled boy inside. the one with lanky limbs, bruised knuckles, and the same sad eyes he never grew out of.
they're both old and alone, "past their prime", so to speak. even though he's big as a tank and strong as one too, so as he doesn't have to lift things, with graying hair, he's gruff and grumpy in a way that intimidates services workers. he has long accepted his lonely fate, and so has she.
one date turns into two, then three. then, her toothbrush at his house, her shirt as a pillowcase. sure, he's considered too old for a teenage romance. sure, they're both in their 40s or 50s.
that won't stop him.
actually inspired by @demothers-empty-blog 's flufftober stuff... don't blame me! holy peak...
if you made it this far, please consider commenting, liking or reblogging if you want to see more like this or send me requests! part 2!? more retired konig? let me know!
☠︎︎ ⋮ author note: because you guys really liked desperate reader content, I bless you with my shitty smut. I'll warn you now, I know nada about blow jobs so please don't scold me. I didn't write this for biology class. I wrote it for you to jerk to.
☠︎︎ ⋮ synopsis: under the desk blowjob with König in exchange for a date. A short but worthy piece.
☠︎︎ ⋮ Warnings: smut (oral sex), Mean König™️, throat shots 😵😵😵
It's an unwritten rule not to bug König in his office. Even in cases of emergency, most won't speak with him unless it's in passing. It's only instinct to stay out of the cage with the lion.
╰┈➤ sleeping w/ könig
no, not that way. actual sleeping. as in sharing a bed. not proofread, enjoy!!
⚠︎ cw: um. him. he is such a freak of nature. nah i’m kidding, mentions of combat, anxiety, nightmares.
you bet that once you share a bed with könig, your life chages. for the better or worse is unknown. here is a short list of the pros and cons about letting this big dork under your sheets.
pros:
comfy. this man is old. or at the very least acts old. his bed, or wherever he sleeps for longer than two a few nights, is decked out. soft and firm pillows, weighted blankets (he gets them as heavy as can be — has 100% considered learning how to sew so he can make them heavier). you bet that also means that your bed is invaded by his sleeping items as well.
warm, so so warm. a man who weighs close to 120kgs and is as tall as he is, over 2 meters, is warm. shockingly, attractively warm. it begs the question — why does he have so many blankets if he sleeps on top of them or ends up kicking them off? who cares, at least you get to use them!
cuddling. holy moly, when i tell you this man is a cuddle bug. admittedly, it does take him a while to warm up to it, maybe a few months of stiff sitting on the couch while watching movies, or offering only his arm or hand while falling asleep. but once those walls are lowered? goodbye personal space. in public, you can have a breather, he likes to pretend he is modest and not borderline codependent. at home it is a free for all. he practices caution because he is possibly the biggest worry wart known to man, but he also would surgically connect himself to you. has considered it. anyways, he cuddles like no tomorrow. bear hugs, small spoon, big spoon, hell, he’d even go top toe. he does not care. give him your skin please.
general politeness and regard for you. when you first started going out, his friends jokingly warned you that he was grumpy, pushy, and only listened to himself, only thought of himself. you quickly learn that he is a huge pushover, but only for you. your pillow isn’t fluffed? hold on, he’s got it. you need water, or tissues, or medicine? don’t you dare move. he’ll fetch it. he wants to. he tries, on occasion, to give you personal space. that voice inside, so whiny, so persistent, telling him that he is too much, that you want space from his too warm, too big, too everything. you both realise that sleeping sucks when you are not smothered by each other.
cons:
snoring. his nose has been broken so many times, both from childhood fights and active combat. he can’t help it, he swears! pretend you don’t see big wet tears in his eyes when you tease him about it too much. it’s loud, but honestly, he’s a built in white noise machine. do you even care?
nightmares. you want to tell me that this big fucker doesn’t get nightmares? liar. honestly, his unconscious brain has a big lucky dip of memories and trauma to choose from when conjuring night terrors. whether he is getting chased home again, laughed and cackled at the whole time, or cowering from artillery fire. he always wakes up gasping into his trembling hands, debating whether to gently shake you awake so he can have some help. he can’t help it, i don’t think this counts as a con, he can't control it!
finally, waking up times. besides being austrian german, he’s been in the military since he was 17. he wakes up at 6am, every morning, without an alarm. he just opens his eyes, stretches, and gets up. it's uncanny. buuuttt... you always wake up with coffee, or tea, or at the very least some form of breakfast. is that so bad?
safe to say... it is certainly an experience to share a bed with this big lug. does it make you happy? most of the time... like 98%. does it make him happy? so so much. indescribable.
the first few times, he wakes up with a jolt. why is someone so close? is he being attacked? once he realises it is willing? you are willingly right there?
better say goodbye to your personal space.
hello new followers and others! hope you enjoyed! reminder that my requests are open, and i appreciate any type of encouragement!
"Need, not belief."
I only pray in tears, verses rolling down my face.
Against my better judgement, I still make my pleas of dissonance.
Each tear that leaves my eye is just a sliver of my faith.
I pray to god when I need one, not because I believe in him.
HELP A YOUNG ARTIST GET HER AND HER FAMILY OUT OF AN ABUSIVE SITUATION
If you are not able to financially assist, please reblog this for someone who can. It means a lot to me.
Since January of last year, me, my mother, and two younger siblings temporarily moved in with her boy friend (ugh, I'm gagging) in another state while we search for a new home. He is clinically a narcissist and it is very unpleasent living with him. He essentially complains about our presence but we're unfortunately stuck with this man for the time being.
Since then, he has developed a terrible addiction to alcohol and has become a threat to our safety. He can get rowdy and violent when under the influence and has had several cases of getting in physical fights because of inebriation but action is rarely taken due to his status in the army.
Because our previous car broke down, he's allowed us to use one of his, but this only backfired.
He won't allow my mom to work without monitoring her and being intrusive, and if she fails to come back precisely when he asks (even including on shift hours), he threatens to take the car back.
So, she's stuck with him more than she's making money. On top of that, he refuses to give her money because he's letting her use his car and genuinely believes that should be enough, which often leaves us with no food, no gas money, and he doesn't even handle repairs.
I cannot independently get my own job because of the circumstances, and he's further hindering us from our goals of financial stability.
That being said, If you could make any donation so I can help my mom get the fuck away from this guy, I would greatly appreciate it. However, I also offer commissions as a service, so you can get something nice in return for helping me.
You can see some of my art in the links below as a reference.
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It's kinda detrimental to my safety and stability that I make this post so it would be a great deal of help!
the more money I have = more time I can dedicate to writing fics! We just need to get the hell away from this guy long enough to sustain our own residence.
Update on the poll!!
I haven't been feeling in the mood to write anything for call of duty at the moment, so there's going to be a huge delay before I actually get those fics out. I'm still intending to write them but my heart calls for other interests at the moment so I may be writing about those for the time being.
Thank you dearly for understanding 🖤