#Karl Heisenberg x OC

[snake-b1te]

Is it just me or did anyone else want Heisenberg to be a free roaming enemy within the factory like Lady D in her castle? On my first run I was so cautious because I expected him to turn up at any given moment but later when I discovered he only has a few scripted events with the player I was… disappointed? Like how cool would it be if he caught the player and threw scrap metal like missiles at us (basically his whole moveset as in the mercenaries dlc)? Or him taunting Ethan with how he should’ve accepted his deal etc. I just have a hard time imagining Heisenberg letting Ethan basically roam free through his factory, given it being established that he has basically everything under surveillance.

Point being, and I feel like it’s something that has been said before about him, he’s a missed opportunity and had great potential as an antagonist and enemy within the gameplay itself.

[canonxocxfun]

Heisenberg and Chloe

Just posting all the older works first before the newer stuff <33

[runawayonryo]

yes

[reobsessed]

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.

[lagncx]

another one

@nonchalantgat0

[lovelywingsart]

Me: I wanna make one serious doodle before I sleep and have my new pen My brain: lol no

When your girlfriend is even more temperamental in her mutated form and you're the poor sap who gets to deal with it

[crowtrobotx]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LOOK WHAT @vodkafolie MADE ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY 😭😭😭

It’s Lottie and Kris from my fic, Chrysalis. I’m throwing up, screaming, wailing etc. 🥺 Werewolf mama deserved to hug her baby and I took that from her bc I’m a monsterrrr but Vodka has corrected the issue for everyone. (Karl is obviously the one taking the photos)

[azne09]

It's been a while since I drew my man

[daredevil-artist]

Resident evil village

ehmm you know, just some old fanart of resident evil, also yeaaah its me x heisenberg because again, im a character x self insert believer

also a background practice  

[snake-b1te]

I was just minding my business when I got reminded that the Character Headcanon Generator exists and of course I had to insert Karl. The results are… more than fitting ngl

(He has another secret room with a replica of his pinboard solely for his secret passion.)

Let’s be honest; he’s giving feral possum vibes.

Kinda?

We can all agree on that one.

[ashyzzz]

Twitter commission for StarryeyeSilvia !

Commission info

[runawayonryo]

How I met Karl heisenberg, lol

This gets progressively worse lmao

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

[auryborealis]

[lagncx]

Sigh. I guess I’ll feed y’all.

Love you Karl. @nonchalantgat0 @karlheisenberg (be mine)

[lovelywingsart]

"I created a monster."

Miranda may have given Emelia the Cadou, but it was Karl who truly helped to bring out it's true form- And sometimes, listening to her hunt is something that plagues his nightmares.

Mimicry is all fun and games until you hear your own voice from across the factory.

He helped create a monster who hates what she is and now he gets to live with it, and all he can do is cover his ears and live with that guilt. ---

//lmao guess who watched Markipliers playthrough of Poppy Playtime chapter 4 and had an eerie realization upon hearing the Prototype 'speak' Mimicry has been part of Emelias thing since forever, with being able to copy and switch voices simply by shifting the muscles around her throat. She can also do it while partially mutated, but it's FAR more apparent when fully mutated- and it's a major part of the boss fight I have set up for her. It's a hide-and-seek section, and during it she uses different voices to try and lure Ethan out while hunting him in the dark. It was meant to be the most terrifying part of the game next to Donnas house, but I never realized HOW actually fucking horrifying it was until watching Marks video.

In other words, imagine the Prototype from Poppy without the mechanical vocals, and now imagine that hunting you in a quiet factory in the dark as you have to hold your breath in attempts to not be detected.

Fucking nightmare fuel.

And Karl gets to live with it.//

[crowtrobotx]

Chrysalis Ch. 28 is up on AO3!