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Oc animation 🌟 got hand injury :( drawing these guys to cope

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I'm still going back to the TikTok and liking every comment of people noticing the little details on the drawing

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Someone actually posted it on TikTok omg!! Even though she didn't include the credits it's fine she asked for it and I wrote it in the comments! Thank you so much, I'm so glad someone liked my work so much<3

Basically how my first game with him went

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Basically how my first game with him went

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Made an arcane fan animation hehe

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Thinking about how big König’s hands are. That’s it. That’s the post.

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Yo is this chapter 6?

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Sparring match with Konig!

Konig × fem!Reader

Tw: fight description, is there a tw for bruises? Guns I guess (I tried to flex with my knowledge but might've embarrassed myself instead lol).

— Scheiße, it's stuck... — your colonel sweared as he examined his rifle.

It was a quick mission: didn't even required a day. In and out, and you're back at the base, although your gear is still dirty. And a particularly small rock got stuck between some small parts of his rifle.

— Let me check.

You looked over the weapon, weighing it in your hands. The thing got stuck in the sling swivel, in particularl right above it, not letting it move. So, you took off your glove and swiftly removed it.

— Here. All done. — a sweet smile as you handed the rifle back to Konig. He stared at you through the mask, at your hands in particular. This rock looked bigger in comparison to your fingers.

— Danke schon, lieutenant. — he responded, looking over the rifle once again before putting it back on the table. You could feel him glancing at you as you reassembled your own weapon. And then you heard a smirk. — Why handling weapons when you could handle jewelry, Maus? Isn't it too dirty of a work?

Your eye twitched. He was agitating you, again. Trying his best to get to you, tease a reaction out of you.

— If you want a ring from me, you should've asked directly. — you smirked back, narrowing your eyes at him.

But all you could see is his mischievous look.

— I'm afraid I won't see you if you get on one knee. — as cheeky as ever. — Is that how you snuck up on those soldiers?

Your lips pressed in a line, annoyance building up despite the attempts to hide it with a smile.

— I thought you learned not to underestimate me after we worked together for so long.

— Tut mir leid, Schatzchen. — oh how satisfied he is at his success. — Still can't wrap my mind around how you manage to kill with those hands.

That's it.

Tactical kick of your leg hit his arm plate instead of the side of his helmet. The jackass has a quick reaction. And one hell of a gaze.

— Do I need to demonstrate it? — you asked, eyebrows furrowing.

— Not a bad idea.

So, you ended up in a training room. This was a long time coming: the man provoked you for a year after not being able to see your promotion.

He clearly wanted to spew something, preparing his sharp tongue, but you shut him up with first aims of your fists. Just inches away from his mask as he backed down, avoiding your attempts to sweep him off his feet too.

— Schnell, I'll give you that!

You haven't heard his barks, your leg flying at his side as he caught it, throwing it away. He thought he dropped you on the ground only for you to jump on your arms and kick him right in the stomach.

The wind kicked out of him, he backed down as you got up, wiping your nose and standing back into position.

— I feel bad beating up the elderly. — you replied with a straight face, resisting a chuckle. He laughed for you, however:

— Try walking in my shoes. Beating little girls isn't very nice either.

— Looks more like you're afraid of them.

You could see this cheeky smirk through his mask.

He tried tackling you to the ground, luckily you were quick to turn around and kick him away on impact. Unfortunately, he didn't fall: just jumped up and wrapped his arms around your torso, lifting you up. As you struggled, he chuckled again:

— I was just warming up..!

The back of your head landed just at his chin, a grunt falling from his lips. His hold haven't weakened, though. He threw you on the ground and fell near, pressing your head down to the ground before you could get up.

— Now that's a thick skull. Not bad.

With an annoyed growl you kicked him in the knee, buying a second as he recovered his balance. Turning around, the back of your military boot kissed his cheek in a very satisfying way. He grabbed your leg, sliding you closer, and that's when you caught his head, hitting it on the ground as your knees kept it in place.

— Still warming up, colonel? — you asked, chest rising with every inhale as you eyed him up from above.

As he looked up at you, you noticed the tear on his mask from your boot, exposing a corner of his smirk.

— Würde dich dehnen... — the last thing you heard as he got up, dropping you before him, his fist flying straight to your abdomen, and then a bit higher.

While attempting to recover your breath, you leaned on your arms, trying to kick him in the face once again, but he blocked every landing, and then even caught your leg, throwing it away like it's nothing. The next thing you know — he pins you down by the neck and leans to your face.

— Your demonstration is failing, lieutenant. — he teased, his fingers tightening around your throat. — Ready to give up?

Your hand answered for you, grabbing his face and pushing him aside, back to the ground. Once again, you got up, and this time just sat on his chest pinning his arms to his sides, landing one hit after another.

He threw you over his head after the fourth punch hit him in the nose. You were prepared, rolling forward and jumping up on your feet as he did the same.

— Ladies first, colonel.

He stopped, his breathing still heavy as he looked down at himself. After checking his hips, he smiled:

— Still giving way to you. Ripped pants zipper isn't a lady-like trait.

You tut because you knew that your cheeks flared up.

— Very appropriate.

He just leaned his head to the side:

— Am I a pretty lady at least?

You ran on him faster than you could think. Another round of your fist hitting his arms instead of his face before you sneaked your hand under his block and grabbed onto the mask. A nasty move rewarding you with your knee flying right at his nose.

Disoriented, he trailed back to the wall when you pinned him to it, grabbing him by the chin through the mask.

— Not with a bruise instead of makeup. — you conclude, leaning closer to his face. — Enough of a demonstration?

His breathing heavy, he eyed you up from this angle, stopping at your eyes.

— Do you have a husband by any chance? — his smile appeared from under the torn mask. — I'm considering the ring offer. If I'm not up to it before you are, that is.

You should be rewarded for your patience after working with this man.

"Würde dich dehnen" — wish I could warm you up/stretch you.

Thank you for reading<3

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Childhood best friend! Konig and fem! Reader.

Hi! It's my first time writing on Tumblr, but I really wanted to share my thoughts with you. I'm like 90% sure someone did this already, so sorry if I'm accidentally copying someone. It's just a draft, maybe I'll write more about them<3

Childhood best friend!Konig (real name: Arthur) that... disappeared right after his deployment.

First, you thought he was just too busy to send you letters or text you. Then, you realized you've been waiting for too long. A few weeks, maybe a month... he never was this late. But when you asked your mother about him, she just looked at you with sad eyes and shook her head. She didn't know what happened either.

So... you had to continue living without him. Got into college, survived years of education, got a part-time job, then a full-time, then got an apartment... the world kept spinning without him, and now, ten years passed. You still thought about him from time to time, hoping that wherever he was, he was alive and well.

Until one of your long-time friends threw a party on her birthday.

You decided not to bother too much and drove to her house just a few minutes early. Fixed your hair and makeup, straightened your clothes, finally ringed the doorbell... only to see a tall, muscular man standing next to her in the hallway, in a black medical mask. Torn ear, a big scar across his face. He turned to you once your friend opened the door.

At first, you thought it was one of her friends, someone she or her husband knew and decided to invite. But then she smiled widely at you, taking the poor, clearly nervous man by his shoulders to drag him to you.

"Look who decided to show up! Arthur's back!"

And you froze, staring at him like a deer in the headlights.

It was him. His piercing blue eyes, this sad look in them, almost like a lost puppy. The realization dawned at you so suddenly that you needed to sit down for a moment, but there was nowhere to sit.

"Hi, Käferchan... long time no see, Ja?"

The man puffed out a chuckle and you felt your heart tightening in your chest.

You never thought he'd grow even more than he was when you last saw him. You never thought his squishy arms harden and his stance become wide and confident. You never thought that you'd be able to see him again. But here he is...

And the only thing you can do is shake his hand, trying to push down a thought that, after all, maybe you being single right now isn't a disadvantage.

Käferchan — small bug

Thank you for reading<3

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Made a mouthwashing animation yayyy

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HELP LMFAO I TRIED DRAWING KÖNIG WITH MY EYES CLOSED - the way I SCREAMED when I opened ‘em, oh my god, actually scared myself

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How I see Konig!!

I have a few headcanons for him as well<3

he loves metal, rock, electro and synth-pop

buys A LOT of merch of his favorite bands... he has a pile of the same black t-shirts with band logos on them

actually started to wear a mask to appear threatening and mysterious (and succeeded)

has pimples from wearing his mask for too long

takes care of his hair... well, he tries at least.

I think his real name might be Arthur. it suits him well

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Happy Halloween!🎃🥺

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Oc sketches!!

I'm alive, apparently

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Some sketches

It's hard to forget that my first ever fandom was Phineas and Ferb honestly

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CoD sketches!!

Translation: ♡Pug Ghost Riley♡ (a joke my friend and I came up with)

Me: I'm cosplaying you.

Konig: Gut.

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MDNI.

(He's in my basement)

Derek belongs to Gatobob