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sadistresc​:

@heizen​     *     starter   .

        “  MOTHER  SAID  YOU’RE  not  allowed  in  the  castle  today  without  our  delivery  !  "  Cassandra’s  giggling  like  a  child,  leaning  against  doorframe  as  if  it’ll  keep  uncle  from  entering  .  "  Well  …  she  said  a  little  more  than  that  ,  but  I  know  it’ll  just  make  you  ANGRY  .  "  

          AN  IDEA  BLOSSOMS  .  Cassandra  rushes  to  his  side  ,  grabbing  onto  arm  with  eager  squeeze  .  "  I’ll  go  with  you  !  We’ll  bring  back  even  more  together  ,  won’t  we  ,  uncle  ?  It’s  warm  enough  …  !  "

the village was slowly becoming the grounds for CAT AND MOUSE GAMES. the unsuspecting always left staring at locked front doors, jittery citizens far too immobilized to actually leave for their own sake. heisenberg wonders what will happen when they finally jump ship and the place becomes exactly what it should be -- a fucking long forgotten memory. still, there were...PRIZES worth wrangling and with winters on the run, it wouldn’t be long before the new arrivals to feel inspired.

he’d not a single delivery in tow as he marches up to the castle’s front entrance, cigar hanging from his lips idly and gaze more focused on the cobbled snow rather than ahead. once the musical tune reaches his ears, he can’t help but groan inwardly. of course he’s not ALLOWED without the fucking delivery, but why was it so painfully annoying nonetheless that his dear, darling, big bitch of a sister could not tend to her own needs? “is that so?” comes a dull reply from a less than eager uncle. as cassandra latches on, heisenberg pauses in his tracks. “i assumed you’d be busy finding papa bear today, cass. your sisters are going to need all the help they can get.” free hand comes up to PRY the cigar from his lips, tight with annoyance and something else one can’t place a finger on. “but if you’d rather torment and barrel up poor maidens, suit yourself.” after all, he’s suppose to be the FUN uncle, right? who is he to deny her a little quality family bonding?

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Hello hope you are having a lovely day 🌸✨💛

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They're off to commit crimes 😌. Happy one year of Village!

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skulks by with one of his very dead henchmen in her mouth :/

pent-up animosity can come forth at any time and with little warning. he's noticed it about himself among his siblings, forced to listen to their god-awful complaints about what alcina has done to yet another maid. or how the villagers are becoming more and more bothersome with their lack of obedience. how the fuck could they be obedient when half the shit they saw was enough to make any man or woman question their beliefs.

perhaps it was in this moment that he recalls the uses of his creations. they were more than just test subjects that he either failed or succeeded at making, but useful even in death. the stench of what entered his factory already has his nose scrunching up in aggravation --- doesn't take much to rile the beast, especially within his own territory unannounced. much like his anger, the mutant shows no indication of that rage. only raises a gloved hand and curl his fingers ever so slightly to snatch her caught victim from her teeth. in all honesty, he hopes he's yanked all her teeth out her mouth, but he can't possibly be that lucky, now can he? there's a reason his subjects have metal carved into their flesh.

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A clap of light followed by a frost breeze was all Miranda gave as a entrance.

"perhaps after you've stopped tinkering with your toys, you can spare a single moment on the tasks I've given you...Heisenberg?"

instantaneously, the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge, faux hackles that the beast wishes he had to put on display because she should know just how much he loathed her being. how much he wanted her to suffer for everything she put him through--- and for what she continued to do. his siblings may have bowed down to her and viewed her as some sort of mother, but heisenberg refused to be so compliant. when she speaks, the mutant reaches for a cigar and strikes a match. ❝ tormenting the villagers with my toys is part of doing the tasks, is it not?❞ his canines gnash down on the cigar accidentally as he speaks around it, rigidness evident in his tone. why hide it? what could she possibly do to him that he hasn't already endured before? but in the simmering of his usually boiling anger, a thought crosses his mind about her little visit. ❝ uh oh, someone's worried about ol' daddy-o running amok looking for his daughter. i didn't think he'd make it so far from one little head start.❞ a pout replaces rigid tone as he proceeds to stand, coat slid on and hammer hilt slapping against the palm of his hand. he'll go look for ethan, play by her games...until the day come when his toys make her eat her words.

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Karl Heisenberg? More like Hobo Zeke Jaeger.

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hi, your puppetberg is back into the hell that is this man. i'll get to a starter call after i set some things up with verses and icons because i really did miss this hobo man. 😫

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resident evil: village writing prompts. ( accepting. )  

@astwisted​ said: “ in life and death, we give glory.”

          she  sounds  familiar  and  not  even  in  a  good  way,  a  reincarnation  of  something  wicked  on  the  tongue  and  devilish  on  the  brain.  there’s  several  moments  in  these  meetings  that  makes  heisenberg  note  the  unimportant  parts  of  her  office  and  draws  him  to  the  decorations  or  a  particular  tea  set  that  she’s  brought  out.  he  assumed  it’s  a  habit  he’s  had  since  a  child  ---  doting  on  things  with  no  meaning  to  keep  himself  calm.  instead,  the  ability  to  be  able  to  do  so  is  much  harder  now  that  he’s  older.  it  doesn’t  take  long  for  him  to  lose  his  temper  or  become  annoyed  in  an  uncomfortable  situation.  ❝  there  is  no  fucking  we  in  that  phrase.  if  you  truly  understood  the  meaning,  you’d  turn  down  the  party  invitations.❞    there’s  a  warning  in  his  tone,  growl  behind  each  word  to  show  that  ice  was  real  thin  when  miranda  was  brought  up  and  at  times,  praised  for  what  she  said  and  did.  no  one  knew  the  vile  bitch  and  what  she  was  capable  of;  hell,  no  one  even  knew  the  abuse  thrown  upon  him  by  her.  granted  a  freedom  and  yet  she  still  haunts  him  through  the  mouths  of  others.

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No thoughts, just brain rot

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" You don't clean up your place often, do you? "

resident evil: village writing prompts. ( accepting. )

          a wrench goes flying off the table and pass the man’s head, embedding itself in the wall behind him before lurching free to repeat the action again. heisenberg’s hand shoots up to grab the tool this time, grip tight as if there’s a throat ( PREFERABLY LEON’S ) within his grasp. why did the morons who found themselves behind the village gates choose his factory to explore? and furthermore, why the fuck were all the people chatterboxes. it’s not that heisenberg doesn’t appreciate a good conversation, especially when it’s pertaining to his work, but he hates chit-chat to fill in the silence. ❝ you don’t know how to shut the fuck up, do you? ❞  makes a mental note to toss him down the hole like so many others.

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wintersrevenge​:

“How many times must we go through this? “

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  ❝  until  you  get  it  through  your  moldy  ass  brain  that  i  am  not  your  enemy.  or  at  least,  not  right  now.  it  really  does  depend  on  how  smart  you  are  and  judging  the  current  situation,  i’d  say  i  hope  rose  has  more  than  just  her  mother’s  looks.  ❞    he  likes  ethan,  which  sounds  quite  odd  when  spoken  aloud  because  he  can  tell  the  father  doesn’t  understand  the  context.  the  man’s  body  is  extraordinary,  useful  in  ways  that  not  even  miranda  knows.  issue  is,  ethan  winters  won’t  sit  still  long  enough  to  hear  reason  and  heisenberg  is  close  to  losing  his  fucking  patience.

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urobouris​: 

    TRAILS OF SCARLET BIOLUMINESCENCE EMANATE from the pits of his eyes as he moves about the workshop, silencing his footsteps and observing the supposed master at work, taking mental note of the materials and tools used. He will not remain long in this accursed place — years ago, he’d never deigned to step foot in Spain, allowing others to handle his affairs for him while communicating from behind several screens. His presence here bears weight, in that he’s arrived to aptly make good on the prospective arrangement forged with the fourth lord. Karl Heisenberg, for his crass behaviour and inability to mind his tongue carries a unique genius and ability he’s not witnessed prior. The mutant’s perception of others has become warped and skewed while dragging around the proverbial ball and chain in a place he’s never physically been able to make a departure from. Trapped and used ( he knows the scene, the yearning for freedom — he’d lived it himself many years ago. )

    “ Promising. ” He responds, one word, allows the answer to hang as his sharp gaze follows the levitation of the bullet. This kind of mutation has its merits. Metals, able to be manipulated with the usage of electromagnetic fields. The desire to study, while present, is left to the wayside. He holds no interest in making a test subject of a shackled man. “ Yours, as well as others’ perception of me has always been to my benefit. I have heard worse. ”  A demon in a black suit with cats’ eyes, nine lives. “ And I would not be here if I thought lowly of your work, Heisenberg. ” His judgement of the craftsmanship is his alone, independent of others’ opinions.

    his  disdain  for  the  makeshift  family  miranda  FORCED  upon  him  was  always  evident  whenever  he  spoke.  he  found  it  difficult  to  keep  his  tone  leveled  and  the  anger  at  bay,  even  in  the  presence  of  those  he  really  didn’t  know.  they  never  saw  him  as  a  genius,  could  never  see  through  the  facade  he  placed  up  to  hide  just  how  special  he  really  was.  all  his  gifts  and  talents  went  unknown  ---  even  moreau,  a  classical  fuck  up  of  a  mutation  believed  he  was  better  than  heisenberg.  the  effrontery  to  believe  such  a  thing  was  enough  to  make  his  blood  spark  and  crave  the  day  they  would  all  fall  to  their  demise  be  it  by  his  army  or  his  own  damn  hands.  shockingly,  miranda  knew  of  his  talents  and  how  the  cadou  bonded  with  him  the  best  and  still  treated  him  by  far  the  worst.  half  of  what  BROKE  heisenberg  into  the  family  from  hell  was  her  punishments  and  experiments  to  make  him  obey.  make  him  SERVE.  in  all  of  his  loathing  came  the  patience  and  facade.  he’d  preach  his  undying  loyalty  to  her  in  front  of  his  siblings,  make  weapons  for  the  unfortunate  peons  outside  his  factory  and  live  unsuspected  until  the  time  came.

the  tyrant  who  seek  creation  has  received  a  modified  prototype,  one  that  would  probably  never  have  any  real  value  to  anyone  else  in  the  village  and  heisenberg  has  once  again  done  his  duty  without  even  asking  why  wesker  was  there  in  the  first  place.  alcina  conducted  business  in  ways  that  not  even  he  understood,  but  the  recommendation  was  unnecessary  without  asking  if  heisenberg  wanted  to  create  a  weapon  for  an  outsider.  perhaps  the  hatred  of  men  is  what  drove  her  to  send  the  man-thing  across  the  bridge.  ❝  ah,  and  here  i  thought  pompous  bastard  would  be  an  original  tease.  i  suppose  i’ll  need  to  be  more  creative  if  we  ever  meet  again  in  the  future.  ❞    his  tone  keeps  a  light  edge,  almost  playful  in  nature  even  if  concealed  eyes  do  not  match.  once  wesker  left,  there  would  be  no  need  to  return  to  the  village.  the  latter  comment  earns  a  huffed  laugh,  deep  and  guttural  in  the  center  of  his  chest.  he  half  doubts  the  words  spoken  and  heisenberg  all  but  waves  the  blonde  away  as  he  turns  around  to  continue  another  important  task.    ❝  my  work  will  serve  you  very  well  –  and  that’s  not  even  my  full  potential  of  what  i  can  do.  what  lies  deeper  within  the  factory  would  be  enough  to  make  my  sister  never  recommend  another  outsider  to  her  foolish  brother  ever  again.  ❞

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a ghost, head to toe in assassin black stands at the ledge of a high platform, observing the creature in its natural habitat ; speculates how long it will take before he notices & once he does, she cocks her hip.

             contrary to popular belief about the engineer within the walls of his factory, he wasn’t as CHAOTIC as one may assume. it was the one place where his talents shined and his brain ticked in ways that would one day spark a rebellion against the very person who had RUINED his life and tear through anyone who dared to get in his way. the rhythmic clangs of the factory usually drowns out his message recordings and the snarls of something dangerous being crafted from lycan scraps of their last feast. heisenberg is always caught up in his work, one way or the other and because of this, observation has lasted for a few delicious minutes. easy to take note of his bodily ATRRIBUTES thanks to the cadou and how he seems to be more connected to metal than anything else now.

         or a LIGHTNENING STORM INCARNATE which has yet to strike. smoke pushes past his lips like an angry rain cloud, cuban cigar discarded to the floor and beneath his boot before another is procured and placed lazily to his lips. a few more minutes of observation until head cocks in the ghost’s direction, reflecting the silhouette in the rounded midnight moons of his shades and there he stands. her hip cocks, his head tilts. another puff of smoke billows from behind a crooked smirk, BAITING THE GHOST to show herself up close and personal. after he’s done with the second cigar, he plucks it in her direction before turning to leave. now in his place are the very creations he’s strung together, SOLDATS, that will serve as ghostbusters. if she makes it pass his metal army, then perhaps, an introduction is WORTHY FROM THE LORD.

          he will be watching. 

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when you think you're following a quality heisenberg but in reality you're following this:

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“ i will take what is due. “

resident evil: village writing prompts. ( accepting. )

  she sounded SCORNED by the one being he despised the most and for a moment, he’s almost giddy with excitement that she just may be the one to actually challenge mother miranda for her sins. heisenberg has no idea what she may have done to the other, but given her track record, it was anything but good. he pretends that the situation doesn’t involve him --- in reality this is TRUE and he doesn’t consider himself the aiding type without a hidden motive in the contract agreement. no one need to tell her that he’s the strongest of the other lords nor that alcina blindly followed every word mother miranda uttered. worthless to spill all the secrets of the village and lose out on a very ENTERTAINING SHOW. ❝ they all know you’re here, little lady. and they won’t stop until you’re either dead or drained in one of my sister’s barrels.❞  a mark of disgust lashes across his tone, knife idly dragging along the wooden table with each lazy movement of his finger. he wanted an all out WAR, craved the moment miranda would realize he wasn’t HER CHILD, her stolen failure that was forced to do her bidding. they all would soon see that lord heisenberg was more than a fool. perhaps when this stranger take what is due, he’d be standing by her side in the CHAOS.

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POV: you’re DILF bait

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