#oc: maus

[sprout-fics]

That somnophilia ask fits so well with my perv konig headcannon. He loves fucking Maus while she’s asleep so he can just look at her… all pretty like a fairytale, he relishes in how he can be so close to someone so forbidden and indulge in her while her guard is completely down. He loves the fiery operator Maus, but he also loves knowing she trusts him completely and can lower all her defenses and still let him feel good and make her feel good. It makes him throb knowing no one else will see her like that, that she trusts him more than anyone else. And, of course, knowing she’s going about her day tomorrow full of his cum makes him even more possessive

Anon how dare you write my OC's love interest better than me lol

Consensual somno under the cut

No but this is cute and also so sexy?? Like König being just utterly obsessed in Maus in every form, from her in full tactical gear hauling a sniper rifle almost as long as she is, steely-eyed and blood-stained. Then, later, clean and damp and fresh from a shower, dressed in PJs and sprawled across his bunk fast asleep, hugging a pillow to her chest. Completely and entirely vulnerable.

And König, this creature designed solely for destruction, seeing Maus as this small, beautiful fragile thing. it summons an unerring affection in him that's second only to lust.

So he parts her legs, drags down her shorts even as she mumbles in her sleep. He hushes back into dreams, dips his fingers into the wet heat of her and promises himself to see her cum no less than twice on his fingers and mouth alone before he fully indulges himself in her.

Poor Maus doesn't get much rest that night, but by god the dreams leave her dazed for days.

Konig tells her the next morning and she jumps his bones

#konig imagine #konig x reader #Konig x oc #könig x reader #konig smut #thursday night thots #oc: maus #mdni

[trash-city-radio]

shitty sayrum pmv just got a HUGE upgrade!!!!

#art #pmv #digital art #oc backstory #oc lore #oc: arum #oc: saydie #oc: nausea #oc: thorn #oc: maus #oc: lotus #miropost #junkyard project #Youtube

[mausinly]

Baby fever got me thinking abt ghost and kids <3

Ghost finds himself leaning against a stone wall, fiddling with the straps of his gear as he listens to the bustle of the locals. He's in a more rural part of the city, one half full of shops and restaurants and the occasional pub (of which Ghost is waiting for Gaz and Soap outside of), the other half being a neighborhood on the other side of the cobblestone wall behind him.

It was meant to be a more casual mission, gather some intel and do a bit of a stakeout. Gaz and Soap would chat with a man that has information for them, while Ghost waited outside in case there was trouble or they needed to make a quick escape. After a few hours, he quickly realized this wasn't much of a mission at all.

It was peaceful though, a breath of fresh air compared to the adrenaline and bloodshed of his usual work. He was debating on calling it all a bust and dragging his boys back to base when a small sound hit his ears.

He went silent for a moment before he heard it again, a small whisper of a voice beckoning for his attention.

Ghost lets out a sigh. "The hell...?" He looks around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

"Psst. Up here." A small voice calls from... above him?

Ghost looks up to see a face peering down at him from the top of the stone wall, a few meters above him. A small child, a little girl with short, red curls, peeks over the stone to look at him with big brown eyes.

The two of them just stare at each other for a few beats, observing one another warily until the girl speaks up.

"Are you a soldier?" She asks him with a surprising amount of confidence, speaking with a bluntness that only children seemed to possess.

Ghost pushes himself off of the wall to turn and look at her fully, glancing back at the pub to check for his team before looking back at her.

"Affirmative." He says simply, giving a little nod before falling back into silence.

The girl looks puzzled at the unfamiliar word, but uses her context clues to conclude that it means yes. She steps up a little more, crossing her arms over the top of the wall to look down at him better.

"My nana was a soldier... I think." The little girl says, her tone a little uncertain. "My mum said she used to fly planes and we have a picture of her with a bunch of medals."

"I've never seen a soldier in real life, though." She adds.

Ghost can't help the small chuckle that rumbles from his chest at the child's observation. "That so? Your nan sounds pretty interesting." His eyes crease as he smiles up at her from under his balaclava. "I'll let you in on a little secret... being a soldier's pretty boring a lot of the time."

The girl gives Ghost another quizzical look, blinking those big doe eyes at him. "How? Don't you get to fight bad guys and shoot big guns?"

Ghost supposes she isn't wrong. A lot of his work does include diving headfirst into enemy territory, fighting the desert sun and blowing up old "friends". He still lets out a small laugh at the girl's naivety. Ghost wonders if he'd ever been that innocent once, maybe when he was a toddler and the cruel world his father built hadn't yet beat down on him.

"Sometimes." He says finally. "But there's also a lot of sitting—waiting for things to happen. And paperwork." He tacks on.

The girl makes a face. "Like taxes?"

Ghost nods solemnly. "Like taxes."

The girl makes a soft, long "oh" sound before they fall into silence. Ghost looks back at the pub, half hoping to see Soap and Gaz walk out and half hoping they stay inside so he can keep talking to this silly little kid.

"My names Ginny, by the way." The girl pipes up. "What's yours?"

He debates in his head for a moment. "Ghost." He says finally.

Ginny makes another face. "Ghost? Like a dead person? That's a funny name." She says bluntly. "Is it a nickname? Technically Ginny is my nickname."

Ghost listens as she rambles a little, waiting for her to finish so he can answer her questions. "Yep, like a dead person. And yes, it's kind of like a nickname."

"Do they always give you silly names in the mil-militry?" Ginny tries to ask, scrunching up her face a little as she struggles to pronounce "military".

"Sometimes." He says again. "Sometimes you choose your own, sometimes it starts as a nickname that sticks around."

"Did you choose yours?" She asks.

"No." He replies.

Before Ginny can bombard him with any more questions, a voice calls from somewhere far off, making the girl look behind her. She calls back to whoever is summoning her and turns back to Ghost.

"My mum's home, I've got to go." She says, her tone a little flat as she seems disappointed to leave.

"Alright. I'll see you around, Ginny." Ghost bids her farewell. "Be good for your folks."

"I will! Bye-bye, Ghost." The girl gives a determined nod, waving goodbye to him before stepping down and disappeared behind the other side of the wall.

Ghost stands there for God knows how long, in his own little world until Soap walks up behind him with Gaz in tow. The sargeant claps him on the shoulder about how the mission was a bust and apparently the man didn't have all the info they needed. Thankfully, he'd have what they needed at a later date. All Ghost hears is "we'll be coming back here soon".

#maus writes #should i tag this as x reader? #simon ghost riley x reader #not romantic at all but this is very much because I very much like to see ghost interact with children #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost cod mwii #oc: Ginny #we'll be meeting her mom soon #thats where the real x reader shit starts #because of course it does

[eurovision-facts]

Eurovision Fact #628:

Micky Maus Magazin, a German comic magazine with Disney comics in it, featured Donald Duck and Daisy dressed up as Käärijä and Loreen on the cover of the April 26, 2024 publication.

[Source]

Micky Maus Magazin Nr. 10/2024, egmont-shop.de.

#esc facts oc #eurovision #eurovision song contest #esc #eurovision facts oc #esc winners #micky maus #loreen #esc 2023 #käärijä

[constellation-skirmishes]

"buir !" "moomin !"

an apology (specifically to thetra) for all the horrors ive recently put her through

#jedi oc padawan thetra #clone oc arc trooper mau #lukka's ocs #star wars ocs #father and child....... #ough..... #i. love them.. #tcw #142nd clone trooper battalion #lukka's workshop #mau calls thetra moomin......his little moonbeam......

[rudnitskaia]

Part 2/3, number 15 from that question list, asked by @ahhhh-118!

Thank you so much for your interest and for the opportunity to develop such interesting topics, it's such a pleasure to work on these asks! ✨💖✨

#tysm for these asks <333 #i'm jumping to the ceiling from happiness while working on them *w* #heldig arts #maura venza oc #lackadaisy #lackadaisy oc #we'll see Sebastian Riva again on the next week stay tuned x)) #artists on tumblr #lackadaisyoc #lackadaisy ocs #lackadaisyocs #furry art #furry anthro #anthro art #art #p.s.: yes Mau looks on Seb's jumper on the first panel; she doesn't even try to hide her intentions xDD poor innocent Sebastian...

[notkiioki]

Happy anniversary (to me n overtime) (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

This is actually a cry for help please help m

#liam making art #liam punya anak #overtime #overtime game #josiah nguyen #overtime oc #jayden gray #jeremiah immanuel hartono #jaysiah #TELAT LAGI AELAH #bodolah pokoknya kelar anjrit capek #pinggang sudah mau merenggang nyawa #dan juga tangan

[jrockzart]

“Wowie Zowie!”

Mau has learned the hard way not to eat elephant shaped fruit.

Mau belongs to @joshdamn23

#mau #oc #super mario bros wonder #elephant fruit #oc fanart #artists on tumblr

[hazmatmaid]

Tried to doodle a little every day to keep myself in practice. Guess this was all that was on my doodle-mind all week.

#deltarune #spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune oc #shirley #shirley spamton #maus deltarune #maus #my drawings #doodles #guess i didn't really have the energy to be funny #trash man lives rent free in my head #as does the mario & luigi hammer sound effect

[picatchu]

day 3 of drawing pokémon every day: pokémon mystery dungeon!

ft. my very first OCs from when i was a kid

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #artists on tumblr #digital art #pikachu #skitty #pkmn #pokémon #my ocs #mau (oc) #chu chu (oc) #daily pokemon #770 art #they're well over a decade old but i love them all the same

[alliebriggsart]

Tiefling warm up.

Ma girl, Mau.

#mau nowhere #oc #dnd art #tiefling #dnd character #alliebriggsart

[sprout-fics]

sometime after the kerfuffle with the 141 and Kortac is done, I'd like to see Konig's reaction to Maus going missing when trying to recover. I think man's would be terrified out of his mind that his sniper just up and disappeared while injured, meanwhile her whole team is just like "ffs not again, get the net and blanket and look in the vents"

Ohoho see I think the team would have so much fun with Konig, would send him on a wild goose chase just to get back at him for all the grief he caused them in the past. (Messy little drabble, not exactly a oneshot)

It had been three hours since you’d gone missing. 

Four, technically, because König had arrived at the infirmary an hour after your disappearance, encountering a fatigued medic who had tiredly informed him of your sudden absence. She’d merely raised a single eyebrow to König's frantic efforts to get more information, and had eventually waved him off with a jaded comment of ‘This happens all the time.’

As if that somehow made him worry less.

You couldn’t have gone far, he theorized. With a sprained ankle, a broken arm, and a mild concussion, it was unlikely that you could have made it to the other side of the base by the time he had started searching for you.

That was three hours ago. Now, as the afternoon slowly crept towards evening, König could feel his panic rising at the idea you had simply vanished. He had searched everywhere. Your room, the mess hall, the rec room, the gym, the firing range, the training course- He’d even checked Price’s office, wondering if you had sought refuge there instead of being in your bed where you belonged.

When he had knocked on the door Price had leveled him with a look, wondering why the newest member of the newly formed SpecGru dared to darken his doorstep. Yet when König had belayed his concerns to the captain, Price had lifted his report to his face and idly told König to once again check the mess hall. 

(König didn’t see the wry, sadistic smile that sprawled across Price’s lips)

Yet with the mess hall still empty, he had instead found Ghost, who tilted his head at the Austrian as König tried to explain why he was all but racing around base trying to find you. Ghost made a strange little huffing sound in response that, If König didn’t know better, he might almost mistake it for laughter. He then suggested looking into the women’s barracks to see if you had somehow disguised yourself as one of the recruits.

(That venture went over rather poorly)

As he’d been chased out, König had run into Soap, who had cackled at the Austrian’s misadventure and consequent flowery aroma resulting from one of the women throwing a shampoo bottle at him. 

“Rookie?” He’d echoed, looking surprised. It took him a moment to understand, at which point a peculiar smile pulled at his mouth, sly and amused at König's quest. 

“Aye.” He intoned, eyes averted so Konig couldn’t see the utter glee in them. “Y’know what? I saw her over at the training grounds climbing up into the tower. Bet you anything she’s still there.”

König had thanked him profusely, had darted off in the direction Soap had spoken of, unseeing of the way Soap hid his laughter until he was gone. 

(The training grounds were empty, of course.) 

As daylight darkened König resisted the urge to tear at his hood in frustration. It seemed, to him, that you were exactly where the men said you were, only to seemingly read his mind and vanish to a new location every time he drew near. Maybe they were alerting you, for whatever sadistic reason, sending him on a wild goose chase for pure entertainment. 

Eventually, when he had run into Gaz, König had all but fallen at his feet pleading for assistance, trying desperately to find you and haul you back to bed so as to not injure yourself further. 

“She has a habit of hiding in the vents.” Garrick told him with a straight face, not an ounce of deception in his eyes. “Usually over by the armory, or the officers quarters, or the kitchens, or the infirmary…” He trailed off, looking nonplussed, and eventually offered König a small shrug. Then Gaz had brushed past him with a small excuse, and as König rushed off towards the locations Garrick had suggested, Gaz sent a small message to you:

“You owe me one.”

(You were nowhere in the vents, naturally)

König spent until dark asking every person he ran into if they had spotted an injured soldier running around earlier that day. It took several explanations for them to understand, and when they did König inevitably saw a weary, annoyed expression cross over their faces before they shooed him away in favor of their current task. 

Eventually, König had collapsed  against a pile of crates in one of the nearby warehouses, shoulders slumping as he desperately wracked his brain for any other possible location where you could have hidden. Half a day had passed since your disappearance, and not once had anyone seen you. To his knowledge you hadn’t eaten, hadn’t taken your medication, had failed to be present for your check-in-

König couldn’t stop the dark, churning thoughts that in your weakened, vulnerable state someone might have taken it upon themselves to abduct you. The fact that the team didn’t seem to share his concerns only made his heart drive higher in his throat, stifling the air in his chest as he pleaded with the heavens to return you. You drew his gaze upwards, to the rafters of the warehouse, wondering if somehow the heavens could hear his prayer. 

A small shape, just above the upper walkway, not entirely obscured by one of the long steel beams that supported the roof. 

“...Maus?”

The shape stiffened. 

König scrambled to his feet, eyes locked on the figure lofted high above the warehouse floor, on a flat, wide beam that effortlessly supported you. As he called once more, a chagrined expression turned down towards him, a guilty smile offered in apology.

“Hi, Konig.”

Distantly, König could hear the sound of something in his mind fracturing. 

“Maus, get down here.” He nearly bellowed, voice thundering upwards. Yet far from scaring you, you only offered him a little pout and replied with a small:

“Mmm, no.”

“Maus!!”

You giggled, and the audacity of your refusal was nearly enough to send König onto his ass once more. Cursing under his breath, he realized the only way to get you down from the precariously high perch where you lay was to come get you himself. 

Two ladders later, and 50 feet up in the air, König could see you facing him, blanket draped over you, cheek propped on one hand, and snack wrappers littered about you. It was like you had made a little nest up here, intent on avoiding anyone who may pester you.

“Not a Mouse.” He thought wearily. “Perhaps a baby bird.”

You refused, initially, to leave your little loft that remained just out of his reach, even as König clung to the railing and tried to reach for you. Yet eventually when his frustration had given way to a near frantic, pleading whine, he could see genuine guilt color your gaze, and eventually you had performed the delicate maneuver of scooting yourself forward so he could hoist you into his arms. 

Yet rather than immediately try to take you down and back towards the medical wing, König instead slumped against the railing of the walkway, his arms fastening around you and a heavy sigh of relief tickling across your hair. 

“Please.” He begged, gathering you tightly to him, a protective hold to refuse your escape as much as it would protect you. “Please don’t ever do that again, Maus.”

Warm, wrapped in his scent, you smiled, nuzzled against his chest with a weary little murmur. 

“I won’t.” You promised, feeling your boyfriend completely and entirely relax against you, head falling gently back against the railing in satisfaction. 

(He didn’t see your fingers crossed behind your back)

#oc: maus #fic: little mouse #konig x reader #könig x reader #drabbles #my writing

[sammi-doodles]

Finally decided on a design for my newest DND character, a Fighter named Maus. She'd been trained up to become a knight for a noble who fell from grace and his noble house decimated due to gambling debts. Left with nothing, she took her skill set and sought out travel and cities to find work in labor or as hired muscle. She has a certain code of ethics she attempts to maintain despite the unsavory types that tend to hire her. Her silent and imposing nature lend themselves to her intimidating aura.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd oc #dnd #character design #maus

[mausinly]

1fae1 au and oc belong to @ghouljams sorry for haunting your inbox btw

Price runs cold, it comes with being in the court of winter. He isn't corpse freezing, though he definitely can be if he so pleases. Rather, he feels cool. Cool like a gust of wind or soft rain under the power of the unforgiving sun, cool like a shower after a long day of work, washing away the tension in your muscles and the worry of your brow.

Like the bastard that he is, it never fails to amuse him when his cold hands make his little witch yelp and swat at him. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he drags his fingers over her skin, delighting in the goosebumps that are left in their wake. His hands slip under the fabric of whatever pretty dress she has on that day, and he chuckles low and deep when she shivers but makes no effort to push him away.

His witch runs hot. Everything she touches is warm, like a long embrace. Every potion she crafts goes down like the thickest liquor, every charm like a freshly dried blanket over your shoulders.

Everything except for him.

A chill sweeps through her little cottage when he breaks through the threshold, despite the warm lamps and candles and the fire raging under her cauldron that make her home feel like a furnace. She can always feel him coming. Like seeing dark clouds in the distance yet neglecting to find shelter before the storm comes.

He knows exactly why his witch burns like the sun, blood running with all the warmth of a summer fae. Even so, he marvels at how human she feels under his palms. Her every curve and dip so smooth and lush. She hums so sweetly when he drags his thumbs over her cheeks, dousing the blazing skin.

He can nearly feel the steam billowing into the air when his lips meet hers. Their bodies lay entangled in the thick sheets and covers of her bed, and he can feel the warmth buzzing just above his skin. He watches her, taking in the serenity of her expression. The tension in her muscles and the worry of her brow have long since washed away. He watches her and startles himself with the suffocating feeling in his chest. Like a dam breaking, her searing touch sinks into his bones and he takes a breath like his head has been under water for centuries.

For the first time, the devil's heart aches.

#maus writes #this is shorter than i wanted it to be but idk blurb style works for me #and i have like 3 full oneshots in my wips so womp womp #1fae1 #john price x oc #john price x reader #fae!price #uhhhh idk what else to tag #cod #call of duty #? #anyway live laugh love witch

[joshdamn23]

Eggnog cat hehehe Eggnog cat hohoho

#oc #mau #catgirl #christmas

[constellation-skirmishes]

vod of the day: Mau! they are the eldest of the litter. (the litter consists of calico, ragdoll, mau, and mane)

mau (they/he) ARC-3339 surge company

regularly picks up thetra & the litter (calico + ragdoll)

-taller than standard for a clone -eldest of the litter -selectively mute -has a wee ponytail -both ears r pierced. mini hoops ! -birthmarks !!! the two slashes on his cheeks are scars -the marks continue down his arm and back

soft ori'vod

THE person to go to if you want to take a nap. (thetra->he's unconsciously using the force to hold onto mau)

#vod on a log in a bog #clone oc arc trooper mau #clone trooper oc #star wars oc #142nd surge company #142nd clone trooper battalion #lukka's ocs #142nd litter vod