#karl heisenburg x oc

[rosedarkfire]

Commission of Karl Heisenberg and my OC/Reader Ash Lupen

Lovely Art by @scrambledmeggys

[dimitrescusistersplssteponme]

If you said fanfics are cringe and boring, you're automatically the problem

[hellothererhirhi]

Moreau: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.

IG: @hellothererhirhi

[bartholomewillustrated]

and who would I be if I didn't draw him in a silly little slutty outfit and with his Man v-v

[kit-mc-corny]

Sometimes I'm inclined to write heisenberg as slow to become attached, making him instinctually shy away or be distrustful when shown any earnest affection, at least in the onset. but then I remember who absolutely desperate he is for Ethan's attention and approval and I come back around to thinking that there is no WAY heisenberg wouldn't be tripping over himself for a LI from day 1.

but i guess it can be both ways? "dont make this out to be more than it is" one day, "babe are you mad pls dont be mad ill do anything" the next? idk

[rags-writes]

Trying to find a name for my Karl's Heisenberg X Oc Fanfic. I have 3 potential names to use. So using the tiktok ai generator to create a cover to let you decide. Let me know what you think.

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[eldritchsnap]

[toowonderlandqueen]

teaser 2

Delicate, calloused hands were placed on the babe's face, gently brushing over her skin as the babe, who was only a few minutes old, trembled and cried loudly.

Her father's right hand weakened and fell away from her face, while the arm that held the baby brought her closer to his chest. Blood trickled down his broken nose and busted lips onto the baby's wrap, which kept her warm from the elements. 

Karl blinked slowly as his tired eyes focused on a floating object in his view. His commands, however, were met with motionless arms and legs. "Well, make sure she's safe," a deeper voice said as he felt her weight lifted from his chest.

An rough arm was wrapped around him, hoisting him up in one pull. 

[karlscutelittlecognut]

I’m writing yet another fanfic!! I need genuine help 😅

https://www.wattpad.com/story/320289175?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_story_details&wp_uname=AlcinasPetMaiden&wp_originator=XkfXKzUjpqRzYTW8alB1MwbJpulApk8br9ZscNdBULyT1ZhwrIh8Gh9Tfnl96xbG4JtYPiLYVZAeJRyn35NEO0ieCeCUWSyiFtQdwFTksmUdYhYooGZHKrg4NzRh5jzQ

Started this because he’s really helping me with my mental health at the moment as well as Alcina :3

@myclownjunction

@alastorslittleradio

[oncemorewithvodka]

Chapter 28 of Enchanted is here just I time for the Resident Evil Village anniversary!

[rosedarkfire]

So, I’ve been a bit absent on Tumblr. I have been on Twitter for quite a bit. But I felt the need to come back and I wanted to share the fic I’ve been working on for a little over a year.

I got pretty heavy into Resident Evil this last year. I blame Resident Evil Village for this and our favorite Hammer Weilding Magnetic Cowboy. Yes, this fic is about him and please do not take my interpenetration too close to the Lore. I’m still writing it but I update this one pretty frequently

[spriggan675]

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Karl Heisenberg/Original Female Character(s)

"Miranda is a patient woman. She would do anything to get her daughter back, no matter how long it took. Heisenberg had once been her best bet on resurrecting her child, but in the end, even he had failed her. But perhaps he can still be of use to her yet.

A story of shared trauma."



This is something I've been working on for some time. I’m actually kinda happy with how it’s turning out. I’m putting an excerpt from the story under the cut. It was one of my favorite things to write and I’m proud of it.

Give it a read and maybe check out the rest? Thank you <3

Spring and summer had long since passed. Fall was only just beginning to make way for the bitter chill of winter, the threat of snow just on the horizon. It was a peaceful time of year, the last harvests had been gathered, and people settling in for a quiet winter. Like the others, Din had been preparing for the cold by blocking her windows with heavy curtains and making sure her house was heavily insulated.

Din was home now, sitting on the couch with a blanket in her lap. She was re-reading one of her favorite books, lazily flipping through the pages she had read so many times before. She had been working hard that entire morning helping others prepare for the colder months, she deserved some rest.

The stove in the other room was on, pumping out enough heat to make the house stuffy despite the biting cold wind outside. Feeling warm, she took her scarf off and laid it on the back of the couch without taking her eyes off the pages. Din had cut the wood that morning and she had slipped in some fresh rosemary under the logs to fill the house with a pleasant aroma. That, combined with the smell of drying garlic hanging from her ceiling, smelled like fall to her. Tonight was peaceful.

Din enjoyed this time of year. Work was winding down there was less to do and less to worry about. She had always joked with her mother that the whole village went into "hibernation" in the winter. This was a great relief to her, as she had been so exhausted for months. It was a well-deserved rest on her part.

Turning the page, Din felt a flutter in her stomach. Her favorite part was coming up and even though she had read it so many times, she still got excited.

As she read, Din had started humming. She had always loved music and since her record player broke, things had been too quiet. Sure she could use the radio her father had given her but it wasn't the same. The radio was always so full of static and hard to make out. The record player had the clearest sound she had ever heard, it was as if the singer was right in the room with her.

So, Din took up singing. It was nice actually, relaxing. She had memorized all the words to Ava Maria, even though she didn't know the language it was sung in. Still, she found herself singing the words whenever she was alone. Though, she couldn't quite hit the high notes, so she sang it in a much lower tone. It didn't sound too bad to her, to be honest.

Din felt her eyes begin to water. She had forgotten to blink for so long, she had been so engrossed in her book. Maybe she-

The bell rang.

Din froze.

The bell.

The one in the church.

That bell only rang when one of the lords was here to take someone away. No, no it couldn't be. She must have been mistaken. Maybe it wasn't actually the bell, maybe she had heard something else.

Was this a mistake? She began frantically searching around in her brain for some ludicrous reason as to why the bell was ringing. Maybe it was rung by accident? Perhaps a bird had flown into it and that's why it was ringing. Hell, maybe Heisenberg was playing golf with someone's severed head again and hit the fucking steeple. There had to be some reason other than-

The bell rang again.

Din jumped to her feet.

Though her front door was locked, she ran over anyway and began fastening further security. There was the door lock, the deadbolt, the widdled piece of wood she jammed under the door, and even the chair she had shoved against the doorknob.

The bell rang again.

It was a precaution, just in case. Din had been so scared of being taken away. In fact, she had never been more afraid as of late. She's had too many close calls in her life, she wasn't about to be fucking taken now.

The bell rang again.

Though, why was she panicking? It probably wasn't going to be her. There were other villagers who had been acting weird lately. Maybe they would get taken away instead of her. That's how things usually went, anyway. People began developing these... Changes. And then the bells would ring and they were never to be seen again.

The bell rang again.

The only reason Din was still here was because of Luiza. She had insisted Din hide her abilities in the hope she wouldn't be taken. It had worked for the most part. She hadn't been found out. Only when she started sticking her fucking nose in places it didn't belong did she-

There was a knock at the door.

Her heart nearly stopped.

No.

No, this couldn't be right.

The bell rang again.

Din panicked.

She raked her nails down her face, fear gripping her in sheer, paralyzing horror. Was this really happening? Did she hear wrong? Oh no, oh fuck, this couldn't be real, it couldn't-

There was a knock at the door.

Din didn't know what to do. In a moment of panic, she bolted across the room, nearly throwing herself to the ground. Underneath the table that held the TV Heisenberg had given her, the electrical cord lay limp on the floor. She grabbed at it with sweating, trembling hands. She was fucking frantic, grasping at the cord until her hands found the plug. She thrust it towards the wall, nearly going through the drywall when she missed the outlet.

The bell rang again.

Din's hands were shaking too hard. She kept missing the outlet, stabbing at it in a frenzy. One last time, she stabbed it at the wall and then dragged it into the holes. The plug slid in, static electricity singing the tip of her fingers where she held the prongs.

The TV screen burst to life with a loud whine. She had never properly turned it off last time, thank fuck. She doubted she'd have been able to on her own.

The bell rang again.

Din put her hands on either side of the set, digging her nails into the plastic casing. He wasn't there. He wasn't answering.

And then she had a thought. Maybe that was him at her door? Maybe Heisenberg was using the bells to come to take her away. If that were true, was she safe? Would he kill her like all the others? Would he use this opportunity to set her free? So many thoughts all at once left her lightheaded.

"Din?"

When she had her head turned, Heisenberg's crest appeared on the cracked screen. He was there. He answered her.

"That's not you at my door," Din breathed.

The bell rang again.

[thepaintedlady00]

OC character intro: Amelia Dove (Resident Evil Village Series)

Amelia Dove came to the village at the age of 7. Her families car was driven off the road and crashed in the forest. Amelia was thrown from the car and landed a few miles away from the wreckage, something that oddly enough saved her life. While her parents were found by Mother Miranda, Amelia was found by an old hunter named Boain. He took her to his cabin on the outskirts of the village and nursed her back to health, adopting her as his own and keeping her from Mother Miranda's grasp. He taught her to hunt and forage and grow crops and harvest. He taught her to survive in the cursed place. Amelia is curious and a quick thinker. Once she puts her mind to a task its rare that she not succeed in completing it. She's smart and careful and cunning, and though her past is darker she remains bright. Amelia has a tendency to be mistrusting of others and vague when giving out information, but once her friendship is earned she is loyal and willing to do anything to keep her friends safe. Though she's quite kind naturally, she has a vengeful side as well as an endless stream of sarcastic quips. Amelia is tough and confident and focused on surviving.

[missrandomdreamer]

Original concept and still kind of debating about it cover for Rusted Cages Violet Dreams

[kit-mc-corny]

two stupid cats

[rags-writes]

Finally have a name for my Karl Hesienberg Fanfic: Devour, My Heart