Roach, who attached a little flag to his antenas during pride month bcs he knows the entire team is gay or some sort of not cis/straight, but are too traumatized/emotionaly stunted/weird about it so the little critter just runs around with the flags on his antenas like a walking intervention. He just wants them all to accept themselves.
regularly scheduled reminder that I hate AI, I don't consent to any of my art being used for AI whether that's for chatbots or generative AI, I've never used ChatGPT or Claude or Gemini or Grok or whatever the fuck in my life and never will and I do think that makes me a better person than people who do. also if you're a "fan" of mine and willingly use AI, I think you're actively making the choice to hand over all brain function to companies owned by billionaires who hate you and humanity, which makes you pathetic and embarrassing.
ghost doesn't beg. except, the moment he sees a gun pointed at roach, and the split second it takes his brain to register the bullet fired, lodged in gary's chest, all he wants to do is sob out, pleading for this to be a nightmare. his reflexes's slow, useless against suffering the same fate - but it doesn't matter. all that matters is roach, and his fearful eyes staring into his, the pain unbearable. he knows this is the end, and as much as he's always wanted his own death to come meet him sooner, rather than later, it's just his fucking luck that even in his end, he has to drag his loved ones to hell with him. he remembers, why he doesn't beg.
Internalized homophobia that turns to unrequited love that turns to one person taking their repressed feelings to the grave and the alive person never loving again, sprinkeled with deep yearning and hating on each other at the same time because person 1 hates themselves more than they love person 2.
OR
the same setup, but person 2 loving person 1 so furiously that person 1 doesn’t have a choice but leaving their selfhatred behind to make room for person 2s love.
OR
make it an angrily toxic and dependant relationship in which person 1 sucks up person 2s love selfishly to boost their ego to the point where person 2 has no more love to give and falls out of love with person 1 and live itself.
Being German is so funny cause what do you mean you find my language attractive? Im reading all these König fanfics and im laughing my ass off. Most of the time it's the wrong Google translation or phrases we dont say. But dirty talk in German is generally funny to me.
We dont have so many words and often use English ones but still.
Phrases like "ich werde ihn jetzt reinstecken" or begging sound way better in English, at least for me.
Do it still love the german petnames etc in König story's? Hell yes im eating that shit up.
If you need help translating things just write me. Im happy to help.
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Not really a water level but the mission in the Assassins Creed 3 DLC where Ratohnhaké:ton gets the Aquila back ? Aquila Unchained
I really love it bcs you get to use all of the abillities on open terrain with high vantage points so the actual gameplay is an important part. I also really love the combat system of AC3 DLC, and since the mission is open combat focussed it‘s an all time favourite!
Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.
sees the most hollow eyed, psychologically disturbed, emotionally unavailable, built like a brick wall, 200+ lbs of repressed trauma, covered in dirt and sweat and blood that isn’t his, looks like he hasn’t slept in four days, runs exclusively on nicotine and alcohol, covered in scars, morally grey at best, probably wanted by at least two governments, would rather field dress a wound with whiskey and super glue than talk about his feelings, and communicates exclusively in grunts man
Queenie, Kinger and Cane. Short story, Queenie didn’t abstract because she gave up or whatever, Cane forced her to abstract so he could keep Kinger under controll!
Really hope this makes sense, just a ramble and I‘m bad with words <3
The obvious bs first, the circus floor is a chessboard, which makes me believe the chesspieces (Queenie and Kinger) have to obey the laws of chess.
This means that Queenie (the queen) had the most moves (-> she could move freely, maybe meaning beeing able to move through the void, snap into and out of the adventures) but was essentially the weakest.
Kinger instead is the King. He is the key piece, he can‘t move that much, but essentially, as proven with the new episodes, is the most important because he can stop Cane. He can break the AI, the adventures, the circus, since he is a co founder (I think) too. What I‘m trying to get at is that if Kinger abstracted or died, the whole game would end. The whole AI would shut down.
Now, doing a whole 180, I believe that Cane made Queenie abstract so he could keep Kinger under controll. In chess the queen is usually an essential piece to protect the King, and Kinger supposedly only went nuts after Queenie abstracted (-> loosing his intelligence, beeing unable to comprehend things yada yada).
Another piece of evidence to me is that Queenie abstracted, yet stayed calm. Whereass we see with Kaufmaughs (idk how to spell it) extraction, he was angry, he was furious! But Queenie was not. She tried to stay as lucid as possible to protect Kinger.
Hehe. First time posting smut so pls bear with me- this post was greatly 'inspired' by @silverlullabies so check em out-
Idk how to tag or lable this I wrote it in the fucking car, alright?
HAVE FUUUNNN
König and his 5 foot something major general who‘s fucking him mean
PLS READ THE TAGS-
Mainly: Sub/Dom, Sub!König x Dom/reader, humiliation, degradation, smut, a tiny bit of violence, maybe dubcon, faulty representation of bdsm, this borders on abusive babes
This is not how a propper Dom/sub relationship should look btw- What happens in the fic is smth that has to be communicated and experienced in a safe, respectfull environment. What happens in this fic is filthy self indulgance, and is purely fictional! Stay safe and loved <3
König isn’t someone who people instinctively mess with. He‘s tall, broad shoulders and always wears that goddamn sniperhood with his blue eyes piercing into whatever he‘s staring at. His hands? Massive, terryfyingly so. His strength and built wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t like getting manhandled so much. Don’t get him wrong, being burly is nice, but if you want someone who dares to throw you around, you gotta find someone who‘s able too.
And that‘s exactly why he‘d set his sights on his new major general. You‘re new on base, short as shit, but feisty. Stupidly smart, short temper and a tounge like a blade. König *knew* you were gonna make his live difficult.
First time he met, you König just stares. You’re gorgeous.. Commands the room with a sharp glance and a snap of your fingers, and König? The guy is gone. Not focussed, until you grab his vest, shake him. „Pay some fucking attention, mutt.“ you spit, shoves him back..
And König is reeling.. People don’t hiss at him like that, don’t shove him- *Mutt*. He blinks, dumbly.. Mutt. You called him mutt- His heart spikes as he feels the heat crawling up his neck..
Worst of all, he feels his cock chubbing up. Mutt. The shove- The image of you shoving him backward onto his cot is in his mind immediately. This was dumb, he shouldn’t get hard off of it-
Yet he finds himself at his desk in the middle of the night, fisting his cock with furious thrusts.. The reports on his desk had been returned to him the second time because his new superior didn’t approve them.
„If you‘d think with your brain instead of your cock, you‘d be worth something.“ Your voice is still sharp in his ear, as a whimper spills over his lips. He drops foreward, free hand gripping the table..
„C‘mon. You call yourself 'King' and yet can’t work a fucking 9 mil? Fucking mutt.“ You had spat after his pistol hadn‘t fired correctly, blamed him, called him mutt- he yelps softly. His balls are tight, his cock red from him jerking himself off.. God he was pathetic, and for some reason he liked it. He liked hearing you insult and degrade him, yelling at him.
He doesn’t hear the door open, the fast and angry steps until a hand slams down on his table. You glare down at him. His shoulders hunched, eyebrows pinched as he sag there, with his cock in hand.. „König, what the absolute fuck?!“
Your eyes bore into his, Königs hand freezes mid thrust and a pathetic, surprised whine leaves his mouth. You had caught him. His heart spiked as he got a whiff of you, something sharp and tangy, blood that was atleast a day old, and those angry- by now disgusted- eyes-
You glare at him, disgusted and angry. „You were supposed to do the paperwork, not jerk your shit like a bitch in heat?!“ You hiss, leaning over the table to seem more intimidating, but König.. The second those angry eyes snap back to his he whimpers, drops foreward.. And cums. Thick ropes of his spent splurting from his throbbing cock as he whimpers her name, begging uselessly for.. more.. more insults, more anger.. More of that humiliation..
But you just glare. Your eyes jerk to his throbbing cock, the cum coating his hand and thighs, and then his eyes. Those pittifull, desperate eyed that looked at you like you hung the moon and stars..
„Oh.. what a messy mut..“ You hiss, and immediately he‘s whimpering again, scooting closer and before he can think, his hand reaches for your side. A smack echoes through the room. His cheek burns, tears are pricking at his eyes as you slap him across the face.
„Nuh-uh. Dirty mutts don’t touch.“ you hiss, shaking out your hand only to see that König was hard again- maybe even harder than before. You‘re disgusted. And at the same damn time so interrested.. Maybe König could be worth the while, could be your new plaything.
The next months are spend overstimulating the brute, finding his weak spots to really insult him propperly, teasing him and not allowing him to cum.. You realize, the more you insult him, the more König will curl up around you at night.. And he can bet his ass you will use that to your advantage.
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