Something that completely flew over my head (I am not very observant), I was rereading chapter 87: Winged Lion II to re-check some things about dungeons and I just now realized the ancient humans weren't from the current races we know.
They seem to have characteristics from several of the human races together, and some of them even seem to have fur (like demi-humans?)
It's even implied that the lifespan differences and physical differences (the two asking for muscles and using magic in the background) were due to the Demon granting wishes
I did notice this part but I didn't realize this was probably part of the source of the race differences rather than the races already being different and wishing for different things.
So at some point the human races might have been even more closely related, before a powerful being influenced their evolution.
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Most people will tell you that giving your pets any kind of medication in pill form is an absolute nightmare, meanwhile I have the exact opposite problem.
A friend of mine was watching my cat Mim while I was travelling this weekend and when he went to split her weekly allergy pill (made to split into 4 small pills when you press down on it with a finger) to give her the usual 1/4, he fumbled it and sent it skittering across the floor where my ridiculous pill-loving menace of cat immediately gobbled down the whole thing, leading to me receiving a panicked phone call at 11 pm from said friend who was understandably freaking out (everyone’s fine, a single high dose won’t cause any problems as long as it’s just this once).
Behold: the villain herself, basking in the success of her crime (she’d be planning her next pill-related heist but, as you can see if you look closely, there’s there’s nothing but elevator music behind those eyes)
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we all know about könig's breading kink, but what about könig with a pregnant!reader? 🍼
könig's desperation for a large and loving family stems from his being an only child. könig has never felt the warmth and love from a sibling, and he wants to make sure his kids will always have someone there. könig will impregnate you over and over again, embarrassingly desperate to get you pregnant after your first, with hunger visible in his lustful, half-lidded eyes.
because könig wants to get you pregnant often, he also wants you to quit your job and to spend your hours inside of the house, cleaning and cooking if possible, but more preferably relaxing in bed or on the couch with your favourite television show in the background, to distract you from the pains and sickness that leave you dizzy and light-headed. könig will try to spend as much time as possible with you, taking days off of his work to lift your stomach up to ease the ache in the small of your back that leaves your muscles tight and your shoulders tense.
könig makes fantastic dinners and will rush to the shop to buy you whatever you need, whether that's an entire tub of nutella and some pickles, or honey and broccoli. he won't ask any questions, it's for the better... könig finds himself staying up until the wee hours of the morning, until the birds are chirping outside, the glowing sun is rising over the horizon, and the bags beneath his eyes leave him looking fatigued and ill. you worry too often, and guilt and shame consumes him when he sees your concern. he doesn't want to worry you. he'll fall asleep, part of könig's brain nagging at him not to fall asleep and to always be there, just in case something goes wrong.
you could say he's paranoid, but könig will just say he's being careful.
and when you're pregnant and in need of something to soothe that throbbing, wet ache between your thighs, he'll always be there, almost too eager to help. he'll be there to lick and eat your swollen pussy and to coat you in his spit and saliva, gazing up at you with heavy eyelids and his lengthy cock straining inside of his jeans, or to slide his girthy cock inside your gummy and velvety cunt, rocking his sturdy hips back and forth while playing with your breasts and how your nipples stiffen at his perverse touch, admiring how your breasts have grown while you whine quietly and arch your back, pleading for more so sweetly with your aroused pussy drooling around his shaft.
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I'm a camp counselor and a Mechanisms fan. This means I have a unique opportunity of influence on kids who think I'm cool. I have used this power not for evil, but for my own amusement. I've been shouting "JONNY D'VILLE, YOUR HUMBLE CAPTAIN" and i have trained my loyal hoard of a dozen 10 year olds to shout back "FIRST MATE" and its quite possibly the best thing ive ever done. I shouldn't be as proud of this as I am, but it works better than any other attention getter I've ever used.
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Wailing for attention, chirp when it's given
There was wailing and screeching in the streets of Gotham and the bats and birds weren't sure about the source of it. They had split up to find the source. They had managed to track it down somewhat. Or at least determine the raidios from where it could have come from. Who knew what one of their rogues was cooking up now?
The wailing resounded through all of Gotham but aside from being annoying, it didn't appear to have a strong impact on the general population. Well except for some of the rogues and the vigilantes themselves.
Red Hood was the one that cursed it out the most as well as appeared to also suffer the most but in comparison Duke was the one who appeared the least influenced or disturbed by it. They had a working theory considering who among them was affected by it and who not. That still didn't help too much in finding the source.
The search for the source of the wail and screeching came to an abrupt stop though the moment Cass and Steph rounded a corner and found three white haired toddlers with blueish skin sitting in an alley huddled together like stray kittens left out in the rain.
The wailing stopped the instant the three kids made eye contact with them and after a moment of awkward silence, two of the toddlers started chirping and the third one growled.
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pervert könig headcannons... ၄၃
tw/cw; perv!könig, thigh fucking, pussy job, panty stealing & huffing, afab!f!reader.
pervert-könig has the irresistible urge to steal your underwear for his own use and benefit, despite promising that he won't soil and ruin a pair of your panties. he feels sick to his stomach afterwards for breaking his promise, riddled with guilt as he hides your freshly bought lace panties in his bedside table for another day
“god, are you trying to tease me, mäusi? you’re wearing such a tiny skirt. so skimpy, what are you trying to do, hm?”
könig scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully. he places the blame on you for riling him up, despite you wearing something completely appropriate and normal for a hot, summer day. he doesn't like to admit that he's a pervert, so instead he claims that he's only reacting like this because of you! wearing a new sundress outside in august? you're just asking to get fucked, liebling.
könig will plead with you for some attention and for you to stop neglecting his very visible and obvious boner. while you're cleaning the countertops in the kitchen, könig will press his hard, clothed cock against your back and will act oblivious when you call him out. he's not doing anything wrong, dear, perhaps you're the pervert! although, you see right past könig's lies and offer him a blowjob if he stops whining and complaining that you're not giving him your sweet, soothing, and addictive touch.
könig will use your cunt or thighs every single night before bed, with the only rule being that he isn't allowed to slide inside. you couldn't have sex with him everyday. well, you could, if you were looking to be impaled and in agony every damn day... instead, könig will thrust his meaty dick back and forth while cursing you out for being so ‘seductive’, even if you've done nothing but sit there and look pretty for him. he huffs and puffs, his breathing laborious with his huge cock aching and weeping all over your soft thighs.
“god, just a little longer, mein hase—ohh, fuck, that’s it, pretty one...”
in the morning, he'll beg to use your pussy before going in the shower, or will sneak into the shower with you to lift you up into his arms and fuck you against the shower wall. he rubs his bulbous, hung dick between your folds until you're soaked with your arousal and slick, easy for könig to rut against. don't worry, he cleans you up with his tongue before jerking off into your mouth.
you're going in the shower anyway, might as well get it all out of his system to start the day, ja?
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