fungusgnat444

[fungusgnat444]

hills I will die on (könig edition)

-könig has red hair. Unless he is an alien or other humanoid fantasy creature he is alway ginger. I am talking blonde eyelashes orange to deep red. Very few exceptions.

-könig has a cleft lip scar. He has other scars but he is most insecure about that one because he’s had it since birth.

-he did not fill out until his late teens or early twenties around when he joined the military. Lanky slenderman core teen könig truther here.

-he drinks Cass lager. It is the only non Austrian beer he can stand to drink and horangi told him about it. They are best friends (Cass is a Korean beer brand in case you were wondering)

-könig is autistic. No further explanation.

-he is terrible with women. In every scenario. If you disagree it’s because you’ve never interacted with men who are in the military.

-number one nerd könig truther and number one former metalhead/alt könig truther.

[fungusgnat444]

Prometheus au update (kind of)

lil sketch of engineer könig. I know the engineers are supposed to be completely bald but so much of human culture is centred around hair and since we supposedly come from them I think it would make sense for them to have at least some. Also the look of the engineers was originally based on old Greek and Roman statues but I tried to make him look a little more phenotypically Germanic because I want him to speak proto-Germanic instead of proto-indo-European so his name makes a little more sense linguistically. Maybe there’s different ethnic groups and they speak different ancient earth languages or something.

[fungusgnat444]

friendly reminder that you are in fact capable of of writing period pieces about könig without making him completely reprehensible or a literal n*zi. God forbid he’s a reclusive Austrian farmer or an honourable knight sworn to protect you or a pagan convert turned Christian monk who falls in love with a nun or a germanic tribesman who falls in love with a Roman woman etc. (giving away gold here btw) either pick up an Austrian history book (or a European history book in general) and get creative or just stick to the present. Y’all are gross

[fungusgnat444]

Alien: Prometheus au König Headcanons

I am plotting something most devious for you guys. you will need to understand the basic plot of Prometheus to understand this but I promise to keep it vague so those of you who haven’t seen it can still enjoy CW: violence, blood, extreme size difference, nsfw (separated from SFW so if you don’t want to read smut you don’t have to), könig with a big Weiner, könig with a knot, cum (too much I’m sorry I’m vile), handjob, decryphilia(he cries), extreme submissive könig, virgin könig, begging, language barrier, we slap him hehe, reader is specifically referred to as female, descriptions of anatomy (both male and female), body worship (like he genuinely thinks your body is sacred) let me know if I missed anything

-the first time you meet he terrifies you. He’s furious. Awoken from stasis after god knows how long by a gang of lower life forms who have the audacity to ask him to give them more life; bringing along a talking machine and an injured female with them. Despicable. His only option was hostility, he has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at their screams as he beheads the living machine and throws their frail bodies about his ship with sickening ease and freakish strength. He leaves the injured female (you) alone of course. He would never think of raising even his voice at a woman let alone his fists. If he did so and he were on his home planet he would almost certainly be put to death.

-once he’s sure your vicious enslavers are dead he tries his best to shrink himself and approach you slowly to offer you the assistance you clearly need. But his odd behaviour, intimidating hood and frightening size make you cower and scream at him in your silly little language. He can’t understand you but it’s clear that you’re frightened. He tries to speak to you but his guttural words and horrifically deep voice only seems to make things worse. If only he could take off his hood so you could see how concerned he was but he fears that the scars that carve into his pale skin will only frighten you more. Luckily once he’s managed to back you up against a wall and get close enough to you, you seem to freeze up with fear. He wishes there was another way but it was clear you needed immediate help. You were covered in blood and once he was close enough to sniff at you, something he noticed you seem to be particularly horrified by, his pale irises filled with absolutely dread. The smell of amniotic fluid hung thick on you. He would have to operate on the most sacred part of your body and likely without your consent :(. But you were beginning to become delirious from the blood loss, fainting to moment he lifted you up carefully; he had no choice. He only hopes you’ll be able to forgive him and that he will be able to forgive himself.

-when you finally wake up you’re horrified to find that your laying atop the sleeping giant in clothes that were far too big for you. You start to panic until you realised your caesarean wound was completely healed (there isn’t even a scar), not only that but you were both fully clothed, he’d even seemed to protect what little dignity you had left by wedging what felt like a large pillow between your lower halves. His hands weren’t even on you, they lay sprawled out across the strange bed his massive body seemed to only just fit in. His apparently sudden change in demeanour was extremely odd but it was hard to deny some part of you didn’t like being sprawled out atop his broad chest. He was just so unusually warm, almost too warm, and his bulging muscular chest was an excellent cushion. You almost considered just falling back asleep until you noticed his weird eyes staring down at you.

-you start to panic, screaming, leaping off of him, trying to get as far away from him as this room would allow but you’re left utterly speechless by what he does in response. It’s hard to read his expression because of that strange hood but his eyes almost looked frightened, he couldn’t look you in the eye, he almost looks as if he might start crying. he rushed to kneel before you, bowing at your feet. He immediately started babbling a frantic apology for operating on you and looking upon you in a state of undress. Pleading for forgiveness. You can’t understand a single word of course but his pathetic whimpering and stuttering made it perfectly clear this was an apology of some kind. The last time you’d seen him he’d terrified you and now he was snivelling and whimpering at your feet. You have to shout at him to get him to stop but he remains on the floor not even doing to look at you as you leave the room to fetch that horrible robot. You’d need to get him to translate if you wanted any hope of understanding what he was blithering on about.

-as you return with the robots severed head you sigh in mild frustration at the sight of him still on the floor bowing in your direction.

-you ask the robot to translate for you and tell the strange giant to get off the floor. You brows furrow as he thanks you for allowing him to stand before you. According to the translation he is “eternally grateful”, and it’s “far more than he deserves”. It becomes clear quite quickly that his whole species seems to have some odd complex about “females”. Sacred womb yada yada ability to create life yada yada female supremacy yada yada. He feared for your life and he only made you sleep on top of him to share his warmth with you. You were so cold after such an ordeal 🥺. And apparently that extends to females of other species as well because his culture values the creation of life above all else. You try to tell him he doesn’t need to apologise and that you weren’t going to punish him for “dishonouring you in the vilest way possible” but he’s having none of it, saying it’s what he deserves, effectively begging to be punished. You end up slapping him across the face just so he’ll shut up about it. He stares down at you after confused as if you were letting him off easy. Tries to thank you for your mercy of course. Idiot.

-after that he will pretty much do whatever you ask him to because he “simply must atone”. Still flinches whenever you touch him tho. He’s not really used to all this attention, by the beauty standards of his culture he’s actually extremely unattractive. Most woman would probably spit at him if he ever tried to talk to them. He knows you’re probably staring, examining him with your (primitive) equipment out of curiosity and scientific interest. But he really doesn’t know what to do when you show interest in him, asking about his people and him. He thinks he might faint when you eventually ask for his name instead of his title that he’d told you. Why would you need to know his name if not for the purpose of courting him. Or marriage (god forbid 😰). tells you eventually anyway, blushing pale purple under his hood. You only manage to pronounce his family name König. If you ever figure out how to say his full name he thinks his poor heart would give out.

-he eventually gets used to your gawking. You stared at lot. It was hard not to. He was at least 2feet taller than you and that was a conservative estimate (looks confused when he tells you he’s about 7foot 8 and you gasp😕 he’s average height at best. But he remembers how small the males in your crew were before he killed them. Thinks to himself how unsatisfied human women must be with such child-sized mates. The poor things😔), he was also incredibly built looking almost like a Grecian statue. It also seem like his culture has very little taboo about nudity, at least for men. The clothes he wears rarely leave much to the imagination. When you ask him about it he says (with very little shame you notice) that in his culture it’s important for a man to flaunt himself so women are able to access their male counterparts. Weather it be to hunt for potential mates or “concubines” or merely to show of their ability to protect others with their physical strength. Basically anything that isn’t a literal reproductive organ was acceptable. Once he’s comfortable enough with you Sometimes he’d even strip down to his skimpy undergarments (basically a thong. He’s a whore) so he can pose and flex for you. Still keeps his hood on so you don’t see him blushing. He says it’s his duty to keep you entertained and pleased, although he mostly does it so you give him compliments and avert your eyes as he strips himself (he thinks your aversion to nudity is silly and funny). - hides his face for quite a while, it’s potentially months before you’ll actually get him to take off his hood. Apologises for his “unsightly appearance”. He’s gorgeous even with the large scar that runs down the entire right side of his face (porcelain as in literally 🥚 white), at least to you he is. Tries to turn away from you, pouting thinking you’re playing a trick on him when you call him handsome. You touch his cheek softly to comfort him. The shaky, loud moan that escapes him as a result surprises you both. The embarrassed purplish blush that creeps across his face is instantaneous.

nsfw below

-his freakish cock is hard as caste iron almost immediately as he tries his best to explain (with the limited English he’s learnt from your time together) that men of his species rarely get touched at all especially on the face unless they’re married or currently mating, begging you not to touch his prominent nose (rubbing noses together is like the filthiest opened mouth kissing to them because their noses are hyper sensitive hence why he could smell your injuries earlier), but you can’t resist it, swiping your thumb softly down the length of it. He’s beside himself. Back arching eyes rolling back cock throbbing violently, the thin fabric covering him already stuck to his sweltering rod from the obscene amount of pre cum he’s producing. You peel back the soiled material gawking at the mess he’d made of himself “st-stop staring… e-embarrassing” he’s whimpering barely able to speak through his ragged breathing and tears filling his eyes. He wouldn’t dare stop you. If you wished to touch him he’d have to let you. God forbid he disappoint you. “V-virgin” he sobs as his cock jumps desperately just from the weight of your heated gaze. More of that slimy clear liquid spurted out of him the more you stared. The head of it was purplish, angry looking. It was long as your forearm and noticeably thicker than your wrist, littered with pulsing veins. His confession of purity barely registers as your eyes travel to the sinful fat lump at the base of him. “Kn-knot… make st-stuck inside” he tries to explain when he sees you staring at it. You’re not sure what he’s trying to tell you but you desperately want to find out. As he speaks your eyes shoot back up to his face. The hungry look you give him makes his eyes roll back again. You ask him if he’s really a virgin (a notion you frankly find ridiculous) all you get is more sobbing and frantic nodding. he starts to babble about how he's undeserving of your mercy when you ask if you can help him. but once your tiny hands are struggling to fit around him his pretty head is completely empty and once they start to glide up and down his sopping shaft he's completely brain dead, drooling and sobbing a distraught baby. the taught muscles of his abdomen flex shakily every time you so much as graze his knot. he's unfathomably sensitive after so long without being touch (even worst when you find out he's at least 50.. with their extended life spans that's comparable to mid 20s). the moment an urge of sadistic curiosity overwhelms you and you squeeze his knot cruelly with your soft hands he's erupting. a near continuous stream of viscous white fluid splatters across his heaving chest as he wails uncontrollably, the thick knot at his base shoots to just below his head siting there pulsing and swelling impossibly larger. it takes a while for him to stop cumming just lies there shaking and spurting messily all over himself as you finally understand what he was trying to say about his knot earlier. you're not sure if he is just particularly virile or if this is considered normal to his race but he's a sopping wreck, it was everywhere, a flaming streak of it had somehow made its way onto his tear stained cheek. if you thought he was devoted to you before you're in for a shock. you've completely robbed him of his dignity and with nothing left to loose, there are now no lengths he wouldn't go to to please his beloved

[fungusgnat444]

Ehehehe, giggling kicking my feet back

König does this to the poor maiden who was just trying to wash clothes in the river

[fungusgnat444]

SCREAMING

Moodboard for getting brainsurgery on DS9

[fungusgnat444]

i wonder what konig would say if u asked if he’s an ass or tits man

he wouldn’t hear you the first time because he’s too busy looking down your shirt

[fungusgnat444]

I was originally looking for a reference on Pinterest but I saw this and went, “Oh, hey, that’s the daily König sketch, yup.”

[fungusgnat444]

OP is a chinese cosplayer and professional volleyball player and too tall to fit in the cab on his way to comic con（cr 如你所见老子是奇行）

Cnetizens:

[fungusgnat444]

Hes giving Konigcore

[fungusgnat444]

Salomé 1919 by Max Oppenheimer

[fungusgnat444]

Them

[fungusgnat444]

Fiberglass statue by Nick van Woert

[fungusgnat444]

🎀✨just do nothing✨🎀

[fungusgnat444]

☠︎︎Made by me, f2u☠︎︎

[fungusgnat444]

oh my

[fungusgnat444]

when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.