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as8bakwthesage · 2 days

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Long days require long Sleeps

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azne09 · 6 months

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It's been a while since I drew my man

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gurlbesimpin · 5 months

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How I met Karl heisenberg, lol

This gets progressively worse lmao

You're my frien now, we're having soft tacos later!

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lovelywingsart · 12 days

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A bit of the Gorgon and the God uwu She absolutely liked the snakes before she liked him, she probably punched him in the shoulder to get him to stay still so she could pamper them

I like to think they enjoy the heat from her skin so they've got no problem being 'held'~

I also accidentally made this a Size Difference thing but yknow what fuck it, I'm keeping it

//Part of Karls design is absolutely inspired by @heraxic s version of him (apologies for the tag again...!), though I may try to sketch out a few ideas of my own <3 I still want to incorporate my Karls missing leg, but I loved the wings/tail too much for him so I'm going to torture myself//

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auryborealis · 2 months

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#re8 #re8 oc #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x oc #resident evil village oc #oc x canon #oc: faye #art tag

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reobsessed · 9 months

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Sickness In His Care

Pairing: Reader X Karl Heisenberg. Content Warning: 18+, Mentions of sex but no actual sex in the story itself, Reader X Karl Heisenberg fic, slight humour. Can't think of any other warnings but please let me know in the comments if I missed anything. Summary: You'd been seeing Karl Heisenberg for a while now and had since started staying in the factory. However, one day you come down with a fever. Expecting him not to care you do your best to avoid him but you find yourself at a loss for words when he tries to take care of you. This is just a short one, inspired by my current illness. Wanted to write about a sick reader being taken care of by Karl =p Hope you enjoy! Might add more one-shots to this series later. Thanks again to Suri for editting and reads!

Your body was racked by coughs and splutters, occasionally drowned out by the sound of heavy machines whirring. You did your best to fall asleep but the oppressive heat of both your fever and the humid factory air wouldn’t allow for that. How Heisenberg worked in this, day in, day out boggled your mind. You had a lot of questions concerning that man.

With no such luck in drifting off, you flung your legs over the side of the makeshift bed and wrapped a blanket around yourself, for modesty’s sake. You made your way to the main elevator and adjusted your underwear while you walked.

Despite their inability to see, you felt intimidated beneath the many dead eyes of the factory. They’d long since had the life and humanity extinguished from them, but much like a porcelain doll, their eyes followed you across the hall.

Unfortunately you weren’t wearing any shoes either. They’d been discarded halfway across a room, (you couldn’t remember which) when he’d accosted you from behind several nights before. He did that sometimes, he’d enter a room irritated, ranting and raving about his ‘life’s work’, Mother Miranda or some other insignificant event. Then as he would throw his coat to the floor he’d come up behind and bury his face in the crook of your neck. It was his silent plea for attention, the only release in his life that didn’t coincide with destructive violence.

Things would get rough sometimes. Tumbling around with shrapnel and a dirty man who never left his basement certainly had its risks; but at the end of it all, nothing ever went outside of your comfort zone. Cruel and ruthless Lord Heisenberg was capable of some decency, if only in that regard.

Memories of the prior night filled you with excitement. You brought your hand to the swollen cluster of love bites mapped across your chest and neck. You’d returned the favour, and left a colourful array dotted across his neck, ensuring they were in full view of any who encountered him. You hoped to God he got called into a family meeting sometime soon. With an impish giggle you clicked the button on the elevator and ascended to the top floor. You hoped he was anywhere but his office, but unfortunately your luck had run out around the same time you’d met him.

As soon as you opened the door you were greeted by his side profile, head in hands, slumped over a diagram on the table. Probably sulking again.

“The fuck are you doing in here? I thought I told you not to bother me while I’m working.” He let out a puff of cigar smoke. Didn’t even have the decency to look at you. Dick.

As per your usual pettiness you ignored him and made a beeline for the door at the back of the room. Suddenly you toppled backwards as a thin chain of metal wrapped itself around your wrist, not intended to hurt you but to stop you from going any further. However, he’d miscalculated and hadn’t noticed your sickly state until after you’d begun to tumble backwards. As you fell to the ground, he steadied you with more offcuts of metal.

“The hell is wrong with you?” he raised his voice, a combination of tiredness and confusion.

Metal clattered to the floor as he stood up. With a rough grip, he pulled you upright and turned you to face him. He studied you intently, glasses slipping down past his nose. You stared into his eyes, watching as anger dissipated into uncharacteristic worry.

Heisenberg was never good at concealing his emotions, especially not his anger and now this too, apparently.

“I just wanted some fresh air,” you croaked.

Cigar smoke choked your already irritated throat and you began another coughing fit, you tried your best to turn away but his burly arms held you in place. You were shocked that he didn’t seem to mind when you spluttered all over his stained work shirt but then again, you’d covered him in worse things.

“Forgot humans get sick, haven’t been sick in over forty years.”

“Certainly starting to get sick of you.”

You couldn’t see his eyes behind the blackened glasses, but you knew he was rolling them.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” He grabbed your arm and shook it. “What do you do when one of these gets sick?”

“Well, I was hoping to avoid you turning me into one of your new toys, but I guess that’s up in the air now,” you sniffed, swallowing a large glob of phlegm stuck at the back of your throat.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he sneered at you, now holding you away from him at arm’s length.

“I can’t help it,” you spat, attempting to pull yourself free. “And besides, have you smelt yourself recently?”

“Wait a minute, I have something for this!” His grip slipped from your wrist and fell into your hand. You let out a nasalled grunt as he dragged you across the room to his desk. After rummaging around with one hand he pulled out a dusted bottle from the bottom drawer. “This should do the trick.”

Your nose wrinkled when you looked at the awaiting bottle. It was covered in a thick layer of grime and much of the writing had worn off the label a long time ago, based on the few remaining letters you assumed this used to be some kind of ‘medicine’. You turned it over to see the date ‘1923’ printed along the bottom.

“Yep. I’ll be better in no time with this.” You swivelled the bottle, watching as black ooze splashed against the sides. He had a triumphant grin on his face and you couldn’t bring yourself to ridicule him further. “Right, well I’m going outside.”

“Dressed like that?”

“What are you, my dad?”

He pulled the blanket around your shoulders and touched a gloved hand to your forehead.

“You’re cold.”

Stifling yet another cough, you laughed softly.

“How can you tell? You’re wearing gloves, you buffoon.”

He wrapped you in an embrace, only when held in the stillness of his arms did you realise that you’d been shivering this entire time. Had your fever turned to chills? With his arms still around you he pulled you over to his chair and sat you in his lap, presumably so he could keep working.

“So… you not gonna turn me into a Soldat after all?” you laughed nervously.

He brought the cigar to his lips. “Bad materials.”

You slapped his chest playfully and turned to nestle yourself in his arms. Usually after sex you’d push him away, the man radiated far too much heat in the already sweltering factory, but you were currently thankful for the warmth. It must have been awkward trying to work around the mass of your body, but he didn’t complain. As the two of you sat together you came to the realisation that he wasn’t doing any work at all, and that in reality, all he wanted to do was sit with you in his arms while you recovered.

Fuck.

Somewhere along the way the two of you had lost yourselves. What was supposed to have been a one-night stand had spiralled into weekly hookups, and from there it had turned into shared space and something akin to actual concern for one another. You were filled with a sense of dread, but you pushed it down in favour of sinking further into his chest. Before you drifted off, you could have sworn you felt the brush of his lips against your hair.

A bitter sweetness churned your stomach. You felt a unique longing, beyond anything you’d ever felt for anyone else. Sex and desire had become secondary in favour of a new want; if only you had more time to spend in comfortable silence together.

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ashyzzz · 4 months

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Commission for @silentdragon64 !

Commissions open

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angi-writes-filth · 1 year

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God gave me hands and if I don’t use them to draw myself and my fictional men then why have them???

Told ya I was in a Heisenberg brainrot. :( I’m also on my period so I need attention hardcore + I wanna share a smoke with Karl so bad. :(((((

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rewritethisstxry · 9 months

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Hello! Would you be willing to write Heisenberg from RE8 kissing his crush for the first time?

Hello! Thanks for being my first request. I hope this is to your liking! Karl decided he wanted to be a little stubborn for it.

Ultimately Your Decision

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x nameless character

Warnings: None

It was rare that Karl had something that he could covet and keep secret. All for himself and no one else's eyes. Sure, he had his factory and all the experimentation that he did deep within the bowels of it. But this thing? It was entirely different. Enough so that it tore his attention in two. An act that left him both wanting more and a little resentful that his time was taken away. True freedom couldn't be obtained until Miranda was disposed of, after all. Dreams and ideas of the future were pointless unless Miranda was no longer controlling them all like puppets on strings.

Not that any of his siblings saw it that way, all dancing and jumping when asked. No, they were content with the way that life was. Doubtful that they had made peace, but they had all twisted it and morphed their existence into content lives in the middle of this hellhole. Not Karl. No. He had clung to the hatred, the pain, the rage that Miranda had fostered and cultivated deep within.

The one little light amongst it all? The piece of what had to be something akin to normalcy that he found in his companion within the factory. Not that he knew what the hell constituted normalcy at this point. His entire cursed life had been more or less spent in the hellhole of a village with the bitch looming over him. That was besides the point though. His assistant had at first been nothing more than a body to help out, someone the lycan had found half dead. The potential was there when Karl had seen the fight in them, how they were practically half dead but still trying to fend off the beasts that circled.

Nursing them back to health had been an odd chore. Karl was far more used to destroying dead bodies than he was caring for the living ones. Even when it came to the soldiers he made, they weren't living, and certainly, he didn't give a shit about what happened to them. Minus complete destruction because that just meant more work for himself. Something about the additional life within the factory did something to the man. It had all been trial and error, something that he struggled with, and they did just the same. It had taken a good three weeks for them to not shy away from his touch. Something that perturbed him to no end.

At first, he had hid from it, railed and bucked like a snarling animal against it all. There wasn't a chance that he had feelings for them. No. It ruined everything that he was working for. Shoving it all down and ignoring it by throwing himself into work, Karl did his best to not pay attention and keep distance between them both. Distance meant that he could continue to deny the feelings, could ignore their presence, and pretend that it never existed.

The problem? Distance didn't do shit. And couldn't exactly be had even in the massive factory that was called home. Not when the help was needed to make sure that everything stayed in order and running smoothly. It became harder and harder to deny the way that his chest both warmed and constricted when their eyes met. Hell, it happened when he was merely in their presence. Stronger and stronger each damn time. Karl was ready to pull his hair out.

Nothing he was doing made it any easier, and it wasn't going away. Just another thing in his life that was out of his control, with no way around it.

Which was the exact situation that he found himself in as the weather cooled down outside the factory walls. Not that a lot of time was spent outside, but the warmth didn't seem as overbearing. It was also the time that Miranda tended to call fewer meetings, not completely stopping but fewer. So, there he was, working on another soldier.

His eyes were flickering between where his hands were finishing up implanting the new heart and the individual across from him who was prepping the visor.

An unconscious smile worn, Karl was moving on autopilot through the motions, familiar enough that he could have done it in his sleep. Thankfully.

"Let me get this on before you finish up there." This time, he was caught staring, and he knew it. There was no way to deny it. Clearing his throat, Karl decided to instead act like nothing had happened. Nodding,he pushed himself back from the table, leaving room for the placement of the visor, all before he allowed the corpse to reanimate.

"Yeah, okay. All yours Cupcake." The close proximity meant that Karl was immediately assaulted by the scents that cIung to their skin. The old dry blood that lingered from their work combined with some unique underlying sweetness that Karl had never been able to quite figure out. Well, more like refused to allow himself to figure out if he was honest. The sort that haunted his dreams when he was able to get the little sleep that he managed. Sometimes, it was just in the background. Sometimes, it mixed into his nightmares, and on the rare occasion, he was able to enjoy the lingering hints of something pleasant. Even if he wasn't ever able to remember exactly what that pleasant thing was. Those were the mornings that had ultimately pushed him towards accepting the feelings instead of so violently fighting against it all.

Karl prided himself on the control he had over his actions and reactions. In that moment, however, he had absolutely no control. They were too close, and the battle that he had been waging on and within himself had pressed the cultivated patience to their limits. His hand slid along their hip, a touch that wasn't entirely unusual when they were working. The next one was though, and Karl knew that he caught them off guard. His nose pressed into the back of their head, taking in a deep breath. That sweet scent was overpowering this close. A groan wanted to work its way from the back of his throat. It was by the skin of his teeth that he managed to swallow the sound. No need to freak them out even more. The way that they had tensed had told him enough. They hadn't tensed like that under his touch since those first few weeks.

Spinning them around, he was able to look them in the eye properly. It was that moment that he also realized that this was something that was completely in his control. It wasn't this thing that was meant to cause him grief anel be another reminder of what little in his life he had choice over.

" Karl, what…" He didn't give them any other chance to finish that sentence. His lips crashed against theirs, savoring the surprised gasp that caused them to open their mouth to his. It was a hell of a first kiss. And Karl vowed right there that it wouldn't be the last.

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whimsiloves · 1 year

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Heisenberg is in the middle of one of his heated and theatrical rants with you being his patient listener. At some point, you reach out to brush his arm in comfort as he strides past you, and he comes to a sudden halt. He goes from a hot-headed solid to a docile liquid in seconds. All of his anger goes out the window within seconds as he leans against you, weary from his former displays, and needy for nothing but your warmth.

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azne09 · 6 months

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Sum silly doodles abt Joanna with Dimitrescu and Heisenberg

(i know she appears smoll on the one with karl but its just cauz I got lazy with the proportion and stuff she's 169-170 cm tall or someth)

This is the best drawing of Alcina I have ever done yet in my humble opinion

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gurlbesimpin · 5 months

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Cosplaying my OC jasmine Crawford

Istg any fat jokes I'll get mad lol

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lovelywingsart · 2 months

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Have some Metalworks from the Pirate AU on Discord with Sealmelia and PanzerShark (full Selkie form Emelia and Karls mutation for the AU) 💙

Wanted to work with PanzerShark more because he is my big baby and I love him and ended up finding out how long 9ft was compared to 20ft, and it amazingly isn't AS large of a size difference than I initially thought... This was simple but fun and was absolutely originally meant to be a sketch but we all know how that works.