#konig headcanons

[soulmateai]

If Liebling is injured in front of him, König switches into perfectly composed operative mode. No panic. The fear will come later.

He is instantly at her side, assesses her condition, gets her out of the danger zone, and calls for a medic. No panicked “oh my God.” Only short, clear instructions, because right now it is vitally important to him that she keeps answering him.

If she is conscious, he maintains almost continuous contact. He looks into her eyes, makes her focus on his voice, tells her exactly what he is about to do before he touches her. Even in a moment like this he still has that habit of not taking control away from her.

— Liebling. Look at me.

— I’m here.

If he needs to stop the bleeding or immobilize an injury, his hands do not shake. Only the one palm supporting her head or holding her hand sometimes squeezes a little tighter than usual. The single physical sign of how terrified he actually is.

If she tries to say that “everything’s fine,” he doesn’t even argue.

— No.

Very calmly, but firmly.

— Right now you’re going to let me take care of you.

And once he has handed her over to the medics, the worst part begins for him — he starts to come apart.

Because as long as there is a concrete task, he is functional. When they take her away and there is nothing left to do, the energy has nowhere to go. He paces the corridor, checks the time, sits down, and twenty seconds later is on his feet again. He asks the doctor the same thing several times in different words, because he needs the simple fact: she is going to be all right.

If they let him stay with her, he can sit for hours just feeling her pulse with his thumb.

And if Liebling wakes up and finds him there, the first thing he says will not be romantic.

More like:

— Don’t ever scare me like that again 😰

Please 🥺

Only when it becomes clear that the immediate danger has passed does everything he refused to feel earlier finally catch up with him.

That is when he might lean down, press his forehead against her palm, and just stay silent.

Because the thought of a world in which she might never have opened her eyes again is unbearable to him.

[icecoldvenipuncture]

Himbo!König with a big dick and zero common sense outside of what the military taught him. Seriously, he’d run into walls if you weren’t there to stop him from doing so. He can’t read social cues and can barely read period. And when he’s horny? Fuck, he’s dumb as a rocks. Just a big wall of muscle you can command into any position you like. If you want him to eat you out, he’ll do it but he might bite your clit on accident. If you want him in doggy, watch out, because he fucks fast and sloppy with not much technique and will bruise the fuck out of your cervix. His cock is eight inches long and so thick you can’t fit your hand around it and he frequently forgets his size when trying to slam himself balls deep to cum inside you, (you have the stomach aches to prove it). He’s cute when he cums tho, all starry-eyed and giggly, going even dumber than he usually is with pleasure. He always leaves a myriad of hickies on your tits before cleaning you up thoroughly and going about his day, head blissfully empty save for the memory of your pussy gripping him like a vice. The memory’s so strong it keeps him hard all day, all the blood in his cock rather than his pea-brain. When he ducks into the bathroom for a midday wank to relieve himself, he sends you a picture of his massive manhood standing at attention for you. “miss you gorjus” is the caption he sends with it. Of course his dumbass can’t spell gorgeous.

[spoopyliteatx]

When König is home, and it’s not often, he makes a point to pay a visit to the Austrian National Library. He’s always loved to read, but this isn’t what the visit is about. His favorite place to tour is the State Hall. Its warm tones and weathered linen and leather volumes scratches a nostalgic itch he can’t quite name. The hall holds two stories of massive, gilded ornate walnut bookshelves that span floor to ceiling and larger-than-life marble statues that are imposing to even someone of his size. His favorite thing, though, is to stand below the ceiling fresco and just .. be. König’s life has never been an easy one, and this place expects nothing of him.

[tami-tamwrites]

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[tami-tamwrites]

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Konig in his "found a woman who supports his weird" era

[cybernetic-gh0st]

happy pride to FREAKS and FURRIES only

here's a konig headcanon for you all:

what's his fursona

To say that Konig wouldn't be a furry is less believable than him being a furry. A hobby where he can hide behind an identity, he wears a mask, and he can be cute instead of scary?

Sign.

Him.

Up.

Now obviously the hardest part of being a furry, besides the urge to NOT blow all his money on commissions or deciding between making his own fursuit versus paying someone to do is...well, actually deciding what his fursona is.

It can be narrowed down to potentially three: a dog, a dragon, and a horse.

A horse, more specifically a BIG breed of horse would be what people would label Konig as (or an octopus but honestly? He gives more of a horse vibe). After he's huge, muscular and about as anxious as horse tends to be.

But the fursona he would pick himself? Honestly he's kind of basic. After all, dogs are cool and Konig can't really see himself being anything else. Maybe a wolf, but a dog feels a bit easier and every pattern and base uses dogs anyway.

Konig names himself...King. How original. The markings on his fursona are the same as the ones on his mask. The scars match too.

And Konig likes it! He makes his own head, using fabric scraps and foam. Is it perfect? No, but the man is pretty damn proud of himself.

And with his new confidence (or the fact that people are paying more attention to his fursona rather than him), Konig even goes to a small fur-meet. He's still a little too anxious for a full convention though.

Oh well...at least he can watch the highlight reels of them, it's like he's really there!

But over time his sona changes. A dog is too simple and honestly? A dragon is way cooler. It's still named King and has his markings too, a dragon probably fits Konig the best.

Huge.

Badass.

Powerful.

And just cute enough to not be seen as scary.

Konig even gets his fursuit properly upgraded, a whole full suit that brings his fursona: his ideal self!

He's more confident as a fullsuiter, even if it is hot as hell in there. Confident enough to even go to convention or two, when the opportunity arises of course.

He collects pins and stickers, even getting a few pins of his own to trade.

It's something he would be pretty proud of, displaying pins of other characters amongst his own.

So yeah, Konig would definitely be a furry. A big, dragon named King.

The end.

[luxcuriousao3]

crawling out of my mind cave to say…that König probably breastfed till he was six…and people wonder why he grew so big…

🤣🤣🤣🤣

in my headcanon König's mom was barely in his life (hence the Mommy Issues) but I fucking love this lmaoooooooo. Just imagining this massive six year old still nursing even when out in public... no wonder the poor guy got bullied so badly dkfbdjdbdjfb

[luxcuriousao3]

the thought of konig and his terrible makeup skills with his doll is sooo cute awww awww you are a genius truly….

Hehehe thank youuuu!!! He's gotten pretty decent at the basic stuff, considering he does her makeup pretty much every day--but the fancy stuff like winged eyeliner still escapes him lol. König and his doll are literally just so cute I can't get enough of them.