lord-freakwad

[lord-freakwad]

Monster fuckers are so creative cuz it’s like you’ll look at a monster and go “how the fuck would one go about fucking that?” And then a monster fucker will slither from the shadows and give a demonstration of human ingenuity

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ao3 being down during the day on july 1st feels like they said "we need to do this update but if we do it during june they'll call it a hate crime" and they were correct

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🎀 König with a little gremlin princess running around.

Now here he was,

a grown and incredibly tall man, wearing matching purple tutus with his daughter. Tea time was a necessity. There was nothing he could say to change her mind. She hummed happily, drinking from her toy teacup. He stared at her as he ate a cookie she handed him.

From a sleeping angel who he cradled in his arms, refusing to sleep anywhere but on top of his chest with one hand holding onto his finger while she slept soundly… to a complete mass of energy. He had to physically stop himself from crying at the thought of his little baby.. His bundle of joy… growing up. After adopting a kid, he now realized how it felt for time to pass by too fast.

He let out a sigh and she looks at him curiously. "Papa, do you need Ms. Pepper?" She held up her doll, wanting him to hug it. "You look sad..."

She was such a sweet thing... it warmed his heart. "No, no, I'm okay." He smiled in assurance.

She stares at him skeptically, with her cheeks puffed out. "You sure?"

He chuckled and nodded. She smiled and hugged her little doll before chatting with her other dolls as if they were alive. König did play his part in acting like a princess. After all, he doesn’t ever want to disappoint her.

[lord-freakwad]

Like actually what-

[lord-freakwad]

This is my alter ego guys-

anita max wynn

the feminine urge to just cosplay this for shits and giggles

also why did they have to make König Austrian? like gimme German König so i can put him in German memes what else is there to my existence

[lord-freakwad]

It was sad as time grew on.

But slowly, we began to tell our stories to the newcomers. How we shared a loving moment of greatness — even support. How the uplifting of our community changed Tumblr forever...

What once lived will never die.

And for that, I agree. It was enough.

And just like that, the booping was over.

We stood around, looking at each other, not quite knowing what to do with ourselves at first.

After many moments of silence, one by one, and slowly at first, we all put down our weapons, solemnly nodded to the rest, and went our separate ways. None of us knew if we'd ever see each other again after that one wild day, but we knew we'd never forget the friendships we made. No matter how life changed us, we'd always have the day we booped.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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idk man… boop

what the fuck is a boop

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[lord-freakwad]

Pick your onion

What if I died in action?

…you did.

He sobbed in one hand, his walls finally crumbling down while he sat alone in his office. All he could remember was your face… “You must’ve been so fucking scared, dove...”

- Captain Johnathan Price

“I miss ye so much, bonnie...” He said while looking at the photo of you in his wallet, his tears soaking the pillow.

- Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

He sat next to your grave, wailing. It wasn’t fair. He hiccups and lays his head against your headstone. He held your favorite flower in his hand and brought it close like a child would with a teddy bear. “I’m so sorry…”

- Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

He couldn’t bear your absence. He refused to. He’d take your pillow and hug it at night. The faint smell of your perfume helped ease his mind. “It’s like you’re still with me…” His voice cracked as he buried his face the pillow.

- Simon “Ghost” Riley

[lord-freakwad]

What if I died in action?

…you did.

He sobbed in one hand, his walls finally crumbling down while he sat alone in his office. All he could remember was your face… “You must’ve been so fucking scared, dove...”

- Captain Johnathan Price

“I miss ye so much, bonnie...” He said while looking at the photo of you in his wallet, his tears soaking the pillow.

- Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

He sat next to your grave, wailing. It wasn’t fair. He hiccups and lays his head against your headstone. He held your favorite flower in his hand and brought it close like a child would with a teddy bear. “I’m so sorry…”

- Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

He couldn’t bear your absence. He refused to. He’d take your pillow and hug it at night. The faint smell of your perfume helped ease his mind. “It’s like you’re still with me…” His voice cracked as he buried his face the pillow.

- Simon “Ghost” Riley