#TRULY KARL MY BELOVED

[bun-bie]

I cannot, I cannot stop brain rotting about him. He's just so mentally unstable <3

There's alternative versions under the cut!

Among sus

[mutalune]

me when people hate on aos trek:

[gaylittlebillionaires]

frank and karl in retirement together after selling waystar royco and immediately getting fired

[margaretoakgrove]

Volunteer soldier

Warning: the imagine contains mentions of blood, death and physical violence.

That was a late night hour, and Heisenberg still kept working underground of his factory.

This situation wasn't something special. Quite the contrary. Being fully immersed in the process of his work, the Lord rather often tended to lose track of time, completely forgetting about rest and sleep.

But that night in the factory he was not the only one who did not close his eyes. You didn't sleep either. No, insomnia was not the cause of that, just from time to time there were days when you prefered going to bed far more later than you usually did. In the kitchen you put the kettle on the stove to boil water for tea and made some sandwiches with butter and fruit jam in order for Heisenberg and you could have a little snack.

When the water in the kettle finally boiled you turned off the gas and headed towards the elevator to go down to the factory lowest floor and call the Lord to the table.

The way to the workshop where the engineer worked the most you knew as well as the back of your hand because you had repeatedly brought there for him a mug of his favorite strong coffee and something to eat, therefore once you found yourself on the lowest level, which greeted you with its eternal semi-darkness and the continuous loud sounds of various industrial machines, you unmistakably went to its direction.

Quickly having reached a familiar door, you slightly knocked a couple of times and, without waiting for a response, poked your head into the room.

"Karl? Are you still in here?"

The man, whom the question was addressed to, was standing in the center of the working space next to the chair on which in an inactive state was sitting one of his numerous undead creations, namely a mechanical soldier.

"Yes, Buttercup. I'm still in here." Heisenberg turned towards your voice.

"It's pretty late. Were you working? Did i distract you?"

"Not at all. Actually, i've finished working around a half an hour ago. Just talking to Boian*, that's all."

What? Did you not mishear? Was the Lord talking to someone? Did he have a guest in the factory or maybe he was chatting with some person on the telephone? One needs to say that these words of your beloved rather surprised you because as far as you knew that aside of the forced communication with the members of his so called family he had never interacted with anyone of the local villagers for the reason of their ardent devotion to Mother Miranda.

"Talking to whom?"

Noticing the confusion on your face, Heisenberg smiled a bit.

"To Boian. I mean this creation of mine over here." With his hand he pointed to the side of that same aforementioned soldier. "His name was Boian before he became another addition of my army."

"Did you know this man?" Slowly you came into the workshop and quietly sat on a stool.

"Yes, i did. Not personally, of course. I knew him the same way i know everyone in this shithole. From a distance, so to speak."

Having taken another stool, the Lord sat across from you. From his leather hip bag he pulled out a cuban cigar and, having flicked with a lighter, started leisurely smoking.

"During his lifetime Boian was married. He and his wife lived in a small wooden cabin and grew in their small humble garden vegetables and berries. As far as i know they never had kids, however it didn't interfere with their marital happiness. It looked like they truly loved one another because they literally were an inseparable couple. Each time when i came to the village about my business, i saw them together. I noticed them together attending masses in the chapel, roaming around the village arm in arm and working in their garden. All in all, Boian and his wife were the most ordinary people and led the most ordinary life. And just like any brainwashed sheep in Miranda's flock they firmly believed that this goddamn bitch was capable of protecting them from any sort of danger and desease. Yeah, sure. But unfortunately, this blind belief of theirs eventually played a cruel joke on them."

"What happened?" The story of the soldier's fate genuinely caught your interest.

"After some time when i again appeared in the village for the first time i didn't see Boian's wife beside him. That was quite unusual because, as i already said, they were always together, literally inseparable. And all the subsequent times when i met him, he was alone without his devoted spouse. It made me assume that she either got sick to the point she wasn't even able to get out of bed or simply died. And, as i found out later, my assumptions turned out to be true."

Before continuing to tell his story Heisenberg paused a little bit, taking several deep puffs of his cigar.

"One night i made my way to the Forbidden Woods, specifically to the Stronghold. Shit...Still catch myself thinking that it was not a mere coincidence. As if that night i had to be there. Anyway...The closer i came to the building, the clearer i heard the aggressive roaring of lycans and male screams of pain. Once i was inside my eyes fell on a cornered by a large pack of lycans man. He was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall and trying to defend himself from them with a flaming torch, swining it in front of himself. Without a second thought i crushed with my hammer the skull of a lycan just at that moment when it was going to strike its prey with a mace. All the rest immediately ran in different directions. Damn cowards. I decided to come closer to the man and to my surprise recognized Boian in him. As it turned out, he was injured. Someone of the lycans managed to stab a pickaxe in his chest. The poor fellow was sitting in a pool of his own blood and slowly dying. I couldn't help him. Still i was too curious to know what or, maybe, who brought him to one of the most dangerous areas of the village and got even more closer to him..."

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Oh, it seems to me that i know you. You are Boian, aren't you? Yes, that's right. It's you. I recognized you." Like a huge mountain the hammer wielding Lord was towering over the victim of the lycans' deadly attack. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought that every local from old to young remembered that one needs to steer clear of this, to say the least, unkind place. Or did your memory betray you, hm?"

"Lies...It's...It's all lies..." The bleeding man by the name Boian, heavily breathing, was hardly pronouncing the words. "Miranda...She...She's not our protector...For her...we...we are nothing but disposable lab rats for her sick experiments...She...She's fooled us all..."

Karl did not expect to hear such an answer. He was just amazed. Did someone of Miranda's obedient puppets finally somehow discover all the truth about what a hellspawn she really was and about all those brutal atrocities she actually had been doing with people in these mountains in secrecy from the outside world for many decades straight? Incredible! Realizing that he was no longer the only one whose mind wasn't enslaved by the Black God's devious prophet for the first time in a while Heisenberg felt genuine joy combined with slight disappointment due to the fact that exactly that same enlightened one right now was dying in front of him, choking on his own thick blood.

"Too bad you understood that too late."

"M-Maria...My wife...My precious beloved wife...She became seriously ill...No one and nothing could help her...Miranda...Miranda was our last hope...I...I begged her to help Maria to become...to become well again...Miranda promised to cure her and...and took her away...That...That was the last moment...the last moment when i saw my wife alive...After...After that day...she...she didn't come back home anymore, and...and i began to suspect that...that Miranda...Miranda did something terrible to her..."

A bloody cough escaped Boian's deeply pierced chest.

"Tonight i...i found...i found Miranda's hidden laboratory...I found...i found a lot of medical reports...I...I read a report about you, Lord...Lord Heisenberg...and reports about the other Lords...Also...Also i found many notes and photographs...All those horrible things Miranda does to people... She...She's just a monster in the flesh...Then...Then i found a report about my wife...She was experimented on, and...and...eventually...she...she died of those...inhuman experiments...Suddenly...Miranda emerged out of nowhere, but...i was not afraid...I swore to her that...that i would tell all the villagers the truth about...about all of her evil deeds, but...but i must say that...she possesses superhuman strength...She took me here and unleashed these...these demons for them...for them to get rid of me...I...I was trying to fight them back, but...but there were so many of them..."

The flaming torch, that the fatally injured one had been holding for all this time, now fell out of his weak hand.

"Maria...My darling...If...If i only could...If i only could take revenge on Miranda for your death...If i only could make her suffer the same way...the same way she made suffer you, but...as...as it seems...it...it, unfortunately, will never happen...Forgive me, Maria...I'm...I'm so sorry..."

The tears of utter despair slowly flowed down the cheeks of Boian, mixing with the crimson blood on his lips and chin.

"Looks like you and me crave the same thing, don't we?" The Lord crouched down before the dying one, who had reluctantly accepted his cruel fate.

"What...What do you mean..?"

"See, the fact that Miranda uses living souls as test subjects for the sake of achieving her own goal under the guise of this fucking religious cult is nothing new to me. About all of this i found out long before you. And for all that vicious shit she's done to me i will never forgive her. In secret from everyone i plan on killing that insane bitch. But i am not an idiot. I realize that alone i unlikely will be able to do that because, as you've rightly mentioned earlier, she is extremely strong and powerful. For this reason i gather an army of special soldiers that will help me to destroy her. And since a common desire unites us perhaps you would like to join me so we could wipe Miranda off the face of the earth together?"

Boian bitterly chuckled and coughed up with blood again.

"B-Believe me i...i would...i would do that with great pleasure, but...don't you see that i am almost dead..?"

"That much is obvious, but in this case your death will not be a hindrance for us. All that's required of you to join my army is to give me your corpse. No more and no less. Of the rest i will take care myself."

"What..? What are you...talking about..? How..? How my corpse will...will be able to...to help you defeat Miranda..? I don't understand...What kind...what kind of army do you gather..?"

With a smirk on his scarred face the Lord held out his hand to the baffled villager, making it clear that he's awaiting for nothing other than his agreement. Meanwhile, Boian's vision became blurry, and the voice of his interlocutor he heard somewhere in the distance. His death was too close, there was no time left to ask questions and seek for common sense, the man understood that, and therefore he fully trusted his intuition which quietly yet persistentely whispered him that to take the Lord's offer would be the most correct decision he had ever made in his entire life.

"Anything...I'll do anything to...put an end to...to Miranda's madness...I'll do...anything...for making her...pay...for Maria's...death...Take...Take my dead body...Do with it...whatever...must be done...From now on...it...is...at...your service...and...and so is...my...whole...essence..."

From the last forces half-dead Boian hardly lifted his bloodied hand and held it out to Heisenberg as a gesture of their partnership, and...and it lifelessly fell right into the Lord's palm, after which the villager remained motionless and silent. It was clear that his life line was cut short, and with his free hand Karl closed the dead man's eyes. Then the Lord stood up, adjusted his sunglasses and old leather hat, and easily threw over his shoulder the still warm body which several moments ago had been a living human being.

"Let's go to my factory, Boian! There i will put you in order and give you everything what you will need in the battle against our shared enemy!"

For a minute there was silence in the workshop.

"You've never told me about this before. When did it happen?"

"It happened before i met you. A long time ago." Heisenberg put out the smoked cigar on a metal table. "You know...Of course, this is just his damn revived corpse filled with artificial blood and scrap from top to bottom. I don't know, maybe it'll sound stupid but, to be honest, sometimes i like talking to it like to a living person."

"It doesn't sound stupid at all. Actually, i personally believe that Boian is here. I believe he is always invisibly present near his body, and i believe he can see everything you do and can hear every single word you say. Great thirst for vengeance keeps him here. Boian is patiently awaiting for that sweet moment when Miranda is once and for all annihilated after which he will finally be able to forever rest in peace together with his beloved wife Maria."

The Lord slightly smiled at your words as in his opinion they were a bit romanticized, but still he couldn't deny that in actual fact some part of himself believed that Boian's restless spirit wandered in the walls of the factory no less than you did.

"Perhaps you're right, Buttercup. Perhaps you're right..."

"The kettle is getting cold. Let's go to the kitchen. I guess we should eat a little bit before going to sleep. How do you think?"

"I think it's a good idea. Completely approve."

Having stood up from the stool, you headed for the door but immediately turned around, hearing Heisenberg calling you out.

"And Buttercup, one moment here!"

"Yes, what is it?"

He approached you and tightly yet carefully cupped your face within his rough big hands, forcing you look him in the eye.

"I want you to firmly remember that i'll never let to happen to you what Miranda did to Boian's wife. I'll do anything-do you hear me?-i'll do literally anything to protect you from her wicked tenacious hands, even if it costs me my life. Did you understand me?"

The Lord drastically changed in his behavior. The gaze of his hazel eyes expressed absolute seriousness, and the tone of his husky voice was stern. The unwavering determination of your beloved to sacrifice himself without hesitation in the name of your safety had left you speechless, and therefore all you could do in the response to his question was to quickly nod your head.

"Say out loud that you understood everything what i just said."

"I understood, Karl. I really understood everything what you just said."

"That's good." The tension in the man's body eased, and he lightly kissed your forhead. "Go to the kitchen now. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Okay." You pronounced quietly, almost in a whisper and, deeply immersing yourself into your thoughts, came out of the room.

"Don't worry, Boian!" The metal army leader's strong hand was laid on the shoulder of his subordinate. "I'll give you a wonderful chance to convert your wish into reality. You will take revenge on Miranda for what she did to you and to your wife. Very soon this psycho bitch will pay the full price for all that hell she, showing no mercy, put not only the two of us through. This will be a spectacular show! Have no doubts about it!"

Standing in the doorway, Heisenberg one more time glanced up at the mechanical soldier. Then he turned the lights off and left the workshop.

*Boian is a romanian male name which means "warrior" or "soldier".

[the-and-sign-anon]

Hollween Party Prep

Word Count: 654

A/N: The request was for a Halloween party, but this was where inspiration struck, so this is what happened

BSD Masterlist

“My love, this is ridiculous. Do we absolutely have to go?”

”Yes. Now hold still.”

You held Poe’s face firmly in one hand while the other worked at applying heavy eyeshadow around both of his eyes. His long, dark bangs had been clipped back, which allowed you a perfect view of his startling, violet eyes. Poe exclusively allowed you to pull back his hair when you were home alone together, but you’d spent hours convincing him to allow people a clear look at his face for this one single night. 

“We don’t have to stay the whole time, right?”

“No, the party usually lasts into the early morning. I’ve never lasted past eleven thirty.”

Your anitsocial partner had asked several times why you were even attending this party. It was hosted by a woman you hadn’t spent any meaningful time with in the years since you left college to join the ADA. She never showed genuine interest in your life unless something terrible was happening. You didn’t even seem to be close with anyone else who attended. 

None of that affected your decision to go. It was the only kind of party you ever got invited to that wasn’t directly related to your work with the ADA, so you took it and ran every year. This time around, with a very shy boyfriend and his raccoon he steadfastly refused to leave behind at home, you got a little creative. Not that Poe agreed.

“I look foolish. What kind of consequence would we face for showing up without all this fanfare?”

“It’s a Halloween party, Ed. If we showed up in regular clothes, we’d stick out like a sore thumb. And besides, that’s the coward’s way out.”

Poe swore that if he didn’t love you so much, you would have a much harder time talking him into things. If he loved you less, maybe he wouldn’t be sitting on the toilet seat in your shared home while Karl gave him a look he was sure was judgmental from the counter.

After finishing with the makeup, you moved onto managing his hair. Once you were satisfied with your work, you held out a hand to help Poe to his feet. He looked into the mirror and realized once and for all how desperately in love with you he was. No one else on the planet could possibly have given him raccoon eyes and styled his hair away from his face without making him hate them forever.

Against his own nature, Poe was actually sort of happy with the look. You’d brought home some more casual clothing than his usual ensemble, still matching the brown and gray look of his beloved companion. He looked like a pretty good approximation of a raccoon. 

Having always been the more lively of the two of you, you’d taken a different approach for yourself. You stood beside him in a reddish brown, loose-fitting dress that ended a few inches past your knees. You’d snagged a pair of white sneakers,  comfortable enough for you to spend the night on your feet, and paired it with a pair of short white fingerless gloves. Before doing Poe’s makeup, you’d created a few little whiskers and small noses details for yourself, topped off with a pair of fox ears on a headband.

Poe marveled at how absolutely adorable you were. 

“Alright. We should hit the road, the party started half an hour ago.”

“What?! You said her house is twenty minutes away! We should be there already!”

“We definitely shouldn’t, Kayo hates it if you show up right on time for her parties. She thinks it makes her look bad.”

Poe spared you a truly bewildered look as he helped you into your coat and followed you out the door. He’d never understand women, he accepted that fact years ago. Being halfway across the world from where he’d grown up certainly didn’t change that reality.

[crowtrobotx]

11 and 16!

11. Most unique merch you have for a fandom

Would a depressed person have THIS BAG???? In all seriousness, I obviously have the most Karl merch... stickers, 3 stuffed versions of him (2 official, one crocheted,) a pillow that says "TRASH MAN," a blanket of his big stupid face, a tiny body pillow where he's in thigh high stockings on the back I suppose though that the truly most unique pieces of "merch" I have are the functioning replicas of Crow T. Robot and Tom Servo I use for my MST3K cosplay. :) They always get a ton of attention and they deserve it! 12. Fandom you'll probably end up joining This is so weirdly hard because I have no real desire to join any other fandoms right now lol. You will absolutely be justified in saying this is an insane comment but I'd feel like I was betraying my stinky dollar bin magneto husband lmao it's why I put him in all these different AUs. I guess I'm adjacent to BG3 but I just enjoy the game, I'm not really into actively involving myself with fan activities at the moment. I am trying to think of movies/shows/games etc. that are coming out in the relatively near future and I suppose I could see myself maybe getting into Nightingale, that Victorian-looking survival game? But again, that's probably because I can easily insert my beloved OC's/Karl into stuff like that. I definitely consume other media, don't get me wrong, but as far as what may seize me and compel me to write fic etc. down the road? Very hard to predict!

[impala-dreamer]

heyy!! so, i was thinking of watching the boys but i need to know, what's your fav part about it??? i have a major crush on jensen ackles and simon pegg but i'm afraid like, do they have enough scenes for me to justify watching it??

how's the plot??? i trust your expertise so very much.

I am a SUPErfan of The Boys. (You'll get that joke later). So I'll just start by saying, everyone should be watching this show.

It is incredibly gorey, bloody, full of cussing, adult scenes, nudity, giant cocks (not the rooster kind), gross scenarios, exploding whales, and action. They do things on this show that even in my most crazed dreams I could not fathom getting away with writing. And it all works. (Let's not ignore the awesome cgi and practical effects)

It is also an awesome story with a lot of side plots that weave together into a special and amazing show that is worth watching whether you're into comedy, action, drama, horror, or just plain good tv shows. I particularly enjoy the politics and corporate side of things. There's also a lot of social commentary that I enjoy.

Also, sometimes, there's dancing.

Hold up, though!

Let's not for a moment forget that every actor on the show is incredibly talented. And, I'm sorry, I am uncomfortably obsessed with JAckles, but he's not even my favorite part.

Antony Starr, who plays the main supe, Homelander, is possibly one of the greatest actors I've ever seen. The microexpressions this man's face can convey are truly amazing and he's got this psychotic eroticism that I cannot look away from. He's incredible.

Did you think I forgot about Karl Urban? Gasp! I did not! He's also perfection as Butcher and I am both excited for and terrified for his season four problems. Also Jack Quaid my beloved! Chace Crawford?? AHHH. Erin Moriarty!? (Literally used her as the lead in my last novel)

Everyone is amazing

Oh, and Jensen is awesomesauce as always, but we knew that already, and I'm not going to get into it too hard.

But to answer your question...

Simon Pegg is not in many scenes, but when he is, they're great.

IT IS 100000% WORTH WATCHING. Trust Me.

Go watch. Now!

[silvfyre-writings]

Snapshots Pt. 3 (BSD Fanfic)

Sorry for making you all cry with my last fic, so here's some fluff to make up for it!

I bring you some sick Poe, which is a nice change from sick Ranpo, so I hope you all enjoy! I also hope you are enjoying these short fics, cause they are very fun to write! :D

Thank you for reading!

When Poe woke up that morning, he truly felt like he’d been hit by a train and left to die like a piece of roadkill; his eyes burned, his body ached all over from his muscles to his bones, and it truly felt like he’d run a marathon even though all he’d done was go to bed and sleep. He’d thought it odd at first, when he’d started to feel exhausted well before the time that he normally went to bed, but he’d just put it down to all those sleepless nights of writing finally catching up with him. Because he had a deadline coming up for a client, so he’d been pulling a few all-nighters to make sure he would be finished in time. Apparently Poe didn’t know the meaning of the word no, because he always wound up taking on more work than he could handle.

So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to wake up feeling like absolute death.

Poe let out a groan, and rolled over, burying his head underneath his pillow in an attempt to hide from the small amount of morning sun that had succeeded in getting past his curtains. Normally, the morning sun was blocked entirely from his room—because he was smart and bought blackout curtains for his room—until he felt like braving the day and opening them, but sometimes Karl liked to sit on the windowsill in the morning, and would dislodge the curtains in order to sun himself. And speaking of Karl… a wet nose shoved itself underneath his pillow and nuzzled his cheek, demanding attention and whatever else .

“Not today, Karl… please. I’ll take you out later.” Poe pleaded with his beloved pet, even though he didn’t know when later would be at this point, and gently shoved the raccoon away, using an arm to squash the pillow over his face even more. He wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, just so he could attempt to sleep off whatever illness had decided to plague him. But apparently, Karl had a different idea, because the raccoon began to claw at his hand and whine, the noise grating on Poe’s already pounding head.

And then it dawned on him why Karl was being so determined. Oh, right… food. I haven’t fed him yet.

Another groan later, and after sharp teeth nibbled at his ear, Poe managed to drag himself upright. He sat like that for a moment, eyes squeezed shut while his head pounded even more than before, and the world spun, no doubt from suddenly changing position. If Poe hadn’t believed he was sick before, then he certainly did now. Why me? Why now? The last thing Poe needed to be was sick; he had work to do, and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he was laid up in bed. His only consolation was that despite how miserable he felt currently, he felt better than the last time he’d been sick.

That hadn’t been a good time.

But it also meant that if Poe was smart about it, he could nip this sickness in the bud before it got out of hand and left him bedridden for weeks. He just had to actually get out of bed and drag himself downstairs to get the medicine, a task that was starting to seem more and more impossible the longer he continued to sit there and suffer. In theory, it should be easy to just stand and actually accomplish something, but this kind of tiredness wasn’t like those days where he found it hard to get out of bed and function; this was a different kind of exhaustion entirely. On the days where his mind betrayed him, he was sometimes still able to go about his day—it was hard, and left him feeling drained, but he could still manage. But when he was sick? That was another story entirely. His body never had any energy to spare on those days, and all Poe could ever really do was just sleep the day away until the sickness moved on to the next poor soul that needed to suffer.

Like right now.

“Sorry, Karl, I just need to rest a little longer.” Poe murmured, scratching Karl under the chin before he laid back down and closed his eyes. Just five more minutes…

The next time that Poe awoke, it was to the wonderful sensation of something cold grazing along his burning forehead, and he let out a content sigh as he leaned towards the touch. It took a moment for his brain to register that that something he was feeling were fingers, and that he recognized the feeling of those fingers as they danced across his forehead. He cracked his eyes open, just enough to see what was in front of him, and then closed them, satisfied that the person touching him wasn’t someone here to actually murder him.

That not only would’ve been awkward, but Poe probably wouldn’t have been able to stop them.

“No wonder you didn’t answer my messages.” Ranpo’s murmured as he pulled his fingers away from Poe’s face. The detective crawled onto the bed to lay beside Poe, the hand that’d been touching him before, coming back to cup his cheek this time. “How are you feeling?”

Poe grunted, and managed to crack his eyes open just enough that he could see Ranpo’s face a few inches from his own, concern visible in his eyes. That lone grunt was all the answer he was willing to give right now, and thankfully, it was all he had to give because Ranpo wouldn’t be Ranpo if he couldn’t understand him when words failed.

Ranpo’s face softened, and he shuffled closer, wrapping his arms around Poe’s shoulders as he drew the writer closer; Poe should’ve spoken up then, said something about not wanting to get Ranpo sick, but his voice failed him in lieu of the warmth the encompassed him from Ranpo’s embrace. He always loved it when Ranpo held him, something that didn’t happen as often as he would’ve liked, mostly because their height difference simply made it easier for Poe to be the one doing the embracing.

But this… this was great; warm and comfortable, and Poe could almost forget he was sick.

Almost.

“I don’t want to get you sick…” Poe murmured into Ranpo’s chest, eyes blinking sluggishly as he fought to stay awake. Rest would do him good, he knew that, but he also wanted to know the reason for Ranpo’s sudden visit—yes the detective lived with him, but when the Agency was busy, it wasn’t uncommon for Ranpo to sleep at the dorms instead, like he’d been doing the past couple of weeks.

Ranpo hummed, and threaded a hand into Poe’s hair, holding him closer. “You won’t get me sick. Besides, I was worried.”

“You were?”

“Yeah, I messaged you this morning, and while I know you get sidetracked with work, you always open them at least, so when you didn’t, I thought something had happened to you. Now I see it’s because you weren’t feeling well.”

“Sorry—” Poe began to say, only to stop as a finger was pressed against his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Don’t apologize. You’re sick. Instead, let me help, okay?” Ranpo waited for Poe to nod before he grinned and pulled his finger away. “What can I do to help?”

“Um… Karl needs feeding. That’s about it.”

“Alright then! You rest and leave everything to the greatest detective, okay?”

Despite feeling like absolute trash, Poe couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm that Ranpo showed, and he watched as the detective crawled off the bed, and carefully rearranged the blankets so that they were pulled up to Poe’s chin. It was a kind gesture, and one that Poe appreciated as he burrowed into the blankets until only the top of his hair was visible. He closed his eyes and listened as Ranpo called for Karl, the detective’s voice fading as he disappeared down the hallway.

He was asleep in not even a minute.

There was a hand in his hair, and a comfortable weight against his back when Poe woke up again. This time, his room was free from the sun, the gap in the curtain having been pulled across; it wasn’t night though, because he could see the sun peeking at the edges of the curtains, but it definitely wasn’t morning anymore. Poe took a moment to lay there, blinking tiredly as he took stock of how he was feeling. His body was still aching, but his latest bout of rest seemed to have eased it a little, and his headache that had once felt like a drill in his skull, was now just a light throb. The worst of it seemed to be the fever, but even that seemed milder than when he’d first woken.

“I woke you up an hour ago, to take some medicine.” Ranpo murmured against the back of his neck, voice thick with sleep. His shifting must’ve woken the other.

Then Ranpo’s words caught up to him, and he turned to look over his shoulder, confused. “You woke me?”

Ranpo let out a yawn, his hand falling from Poe’s hair to rest on his waist. “Yeah, but I don’t think you woke properly. You just kinda mumbled a lot, took the medicine, and went back to sleep.”

“Oh… sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Ranpo said as he snuggled closer. “I fed Karl and took him outside for a bit as well, and tidied up a little—not much because I know what you’re like, just dishes and laundry.”

Poe felt a little bit guilty at needing Ranpo to do those things for him when he should’ve been able to do them himself, but also immensely grateful for the help when he wasn’t feeling his best. Usually, it took a bit of convincing to get Ranpo to do something he wouldn’t normally do, and basic house chores was one such thing that Ranpo often refused to do.

So, for Ranpo to actually do those things for him without being asked…

It made Poe feel loved.

“Thank you, Ranpo, for helping me.” Poe rolled over and buried his face into Ranpo’s chest, winding his arms around the other’s waist. He was ready to go back to sleep, but first, he wanted to make sure that Ranpo knew just how much he appreciated him.

Ranpo’s mouth twitched up into a smile before he hid his face into Poe’s hair. “It’s fine. I don’t mind helping when it’s you. Besides that’s what boyfriends do, isn’t it? Take care of each other when they don’t feel well.”

Immediately, Poe’s face flushed red, but not from the fever. It wasn’t the first time that Ranpo had referred to their relationship as something other than rivals or partners, yet every time he did so, Poe always became a blushing mess, even though it made him feel fuzzy and warm on the inside. He heard Ranpo chuckle, and the brush of lips against his forehead. “And this is why I say that sparingly.”

“Ranpo is so mean to me.”

“You love me for it, though.”

“I suppose—” Poe’s words were interrupted by a massive yawn. “—that I do.”

Ranpo hummed tiredly. “Sleep well, Poe. Feel better in the morning.”

[vonlipvig]

Oh shit, did you pick up Anti-Corruption police or Sordish state police jules? Because if you pick ACP, well i bid farewell, because you're gonna be impeached because of your shady dealing with Marcel Koronti. I dunno how the SSP gonna react tho about thay. Anyway I'm glad Deivid Wisci is an honest and straight to loyal man about his wife. Which is good for him. And yeah Ciara and Nia being couple is truth, i despise people who say it was a lie. How many times and evidences you needed to see them both as truth as a light? Do you want Ciara and Nia fully gone challenger style kissing scene act?! That would send you guys into cardiac arrest if you want. Or maybe i could draw it with my hands?! Dare me, and I'll make it. You know jules. If i ever make an reddit account and post this kind of things there. The people might be shocked while others is gonna be into cardiac arrest for how bold my words are.

nope, we're going with the ultimate combo of emergency act + full police privileges + SSP so i can go "KARL, KILL!" at any minor or major inconvenience (bye hawker, bye ilana). and don't worry, it's all under control cause we're going to WAR so there's no time to get impeached, especially not when i WIN (god if this doesn't work i'm going to CRY).

DEIVID my beloved i knew i could count on him to be a loving and caring man, he's really got wife guy written all over him. truly best boy (well okay, with serge too ofc).

LET'S GO NIARA TRUTHISM you could never convince me that they're not in love. all those glances and smiles and calling each other by their first names? and of course ciara is gonna be all "yeah, we're just friends" to you during that scene, she's not gonna tell your despotic, sexist ass that actually yeah she's in lesbians with your other minister.

but i do think they should just have a scene where they just make out in the middle of a cabinet meeting. i think i deserve that. live lileas reaction, indeed.

[mistressofthedark033]

Fandom/fanfic asks!

3. All-time favorite pairing? 6. Favorite headcanon?

I cannot believe that I actually got an ask from you, so thank you so much for that!! You truly made my day with this one, Vodka! 💖

3. All-time favorite pairing:

Me x Karl lmao

But all jokes aside, I would say that my all-time favorite pairings are probably made up of the OCs created by my fellow Heisenmoots and our favorite chaotic metal husband. Because I genuinely love and appreciate each and every one of these ships with all my heart. 💕

Not just because of the possibilities they have to offer, but also because of the characters themselves, the different situations they find themselves in and how each relationship is described in a unique way. Not to mention the hilarious shenanigans that I adore XD

That includes my own beloved little OC, Sophia as well, even though I haven't written much about her lately, but I promise that will change soon enough. ;)

6. Favorite headcanon:

Honestly I have millions of headcanons about Karl already, so I guess I'll pick one of my favorite headcanons about him that I strongly support and will always stand by.

Personally, I believe that Karl is actually half-German and he can actually speak the language fluently.

While this is partially true because of some information we got from the game (like his Soldats for example), that wouldn't necessarily mean that he is fluent.

And I think he would be, it's just that he only uses German for personal reasons, such as occasionally taking notes in German to make sure no one could understand what he wrote, in case anyone tried to track him down.

He would never speak in front of others like that either, because as far as he knows, no one else is able to speak German besides him, so he keeps that knowledge to himself instead.

[wintersandthebeast]

27. Secret

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Link to Master List

Ethan sat at the desk where morning sunlight filtered through the large picture windows, making patterns on the hardwood floor where Rosemary babbled and played.  Eva was in the room, her voice sometimes filtering through the speaker.  Karl had started his morning before the sun rose, and Maricara was attempting to repair a loom that Ethan pulled into the large multipurpose room.  She clucked at the state of the wooden device, speaking in her own language to Alina, her daughter. 

He’d gotten distracted from the very important (per Eva) papers from the typewriter.  Ethan was also trying to create a system to manage Karl’s money, and he was always boggled at the man’s nonchalance.  He truly could not have cared less that he had a fortune, and Karl still dressed like he lived at a bus station.  But now, Ethan shoved the finances to one side of the large oak desk as he moved back toward Miranda’s transcribed notes.  

Eva had something of a photographic memory in the mold, and she could find these papers, keep a memory of them, and then write it when she was in a safe place.  It was painstakingly slow, but safe, and effective.  Winters’ look of contentment was erased as his eyes scanned this page. He was so disturbed by what he read that he barely registered Karl passing by the hallway, Maricara dragging him in to lecture him on the state of the loom, and ask for more parts to repair it with.  

Ethan’s eyes were wide.  After he read, and then re-read the journal entry, he looked up at the pair and stared.  Both noticed him, and turned.  Wordlessly he held the typewritten note to the engineer, who waltzed across the floor and took it.  

My power is growing stronger. I was able to appear to Ethan in a dream recently. I had not been able to do this since returning to this ethereal form. It was a trick I learned long ago that became very useful for converting the people in the village to my religion. However, I could not manifest outside of his dreams, and likely will not be able to for a while. The memories keep turning, but I welcome them. I would never willingly forget my time with my beloved Eva. Ethan was shocked to see me. He thought I was Heisenberg, a form I must admit I didn’t think I would ever take. It also appears that Ethan still has no memory from when he was absorbed by the Mutamycete. I am pleased that removing his memories worked so well. These are experiments I have not had time to play with while performing my duties in the village. From this space, I could once again manipulate the memories catalogued by the Mutamycete; I chose to remove everything pertaining to Rose, so that he would not seek her out and try to use her powers. To be safe I removed every memory with his wife as well. I had no idea Heisenberg would be capable of infiltrating those memories, and I do not know how he did it, but it doesn’t matter. It is discouraging that he has a form in the world and I do not yet. But I will continue with my plan of wielding Rose’s power from this world and expanding my power even more. Even if I cannot use Rose as a vessel, her power will help me resurrect, and find Eva.

Karl’s eyes were dangerous, full of fury as he looked up at Ethan.  He passed the paper along to Maricara, who moved toward the window, squinting at the tiny text.  Now Heisenberg was beside Ethan in a single stride.  He was nearly trembling with fury.  

So was Ethan.  They stared silently at each other.  Finally Ethan spoke, in a choked voice.  “It all makes sense now…she…didn’t want me to try to save Rose.  She made me forget.”

A look of disgust crossed Heisenberg’s face.  “Not the first time,” he muttered, and Maricara nodded from the window.  “She took horrible pleasure in having parents forget their children,” the woman said with a hiss in her voice.  Karl nodded, but now turned back to Ethan. 

“What’s this dream about?”

“I don’t want to talk about -”

“Yeah well, I didn’t wanna talk about how your woman helped create Eveline, but you asked,” Karl snapped, but his ferocity dimmed when he saw Ethan’s lip tremble.  

“She’s not my woman,” Ethan said in a choked whisper, struggling not to cry.  “I…”

“Let us not devolve as she would have us do,” came a calm voice from the speaker.  Eva was listening.  Ethan nodded, angrily wiping his eyes and avoiding eye contact with Karl.

Maricara hissed again at the paper and spat, making the sign of the cross and dropping the thing as if it were on fire.  “Vile trash,” she said, and wagged a finger at Karl.  “I’m going to make us some lunch.  Be nice.”  She and her daughter disappeared, both eager to get away from what could be an intense fight.  

“Ethan.”  Karl gestured at the paper, which still lay on the ground.  “Took my form.  What does that mean?  What the fuck--”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Ethan said loudly and stubbornly.  Was this really happening?  Miranda was planning to use Rose, somehow, to enter their world.  She said her powers were growing, and she had boasted about manipulating Ethan’s memory of his own daughter.  But Karl was just going to be stuck on the…other thing?

Karl stared at him as he tore off his gloves, jamming them into his coat pockets.  Next to go was the hat.  His jaw was ticking, irises constricted so that his pupils were pinheads in two seas of gold.  Ethan didn’t care if Heisenberg was angry, he realized.  He would talk about it when he was ready.  His nostrils flared when he stood to his full height, Karl rounding on him and getting even closer.  

“You knew her for days,” Heisenberg hissed, his voice lower than Ethan had ever heard it.  “Days.  I was her prisoner for decades.  My entire life.”  He glanced down at Rose, and back at Ethan.  After rapidly blinking, Heisenberg concluded with, “I’d tell you.  Bullshit that you can’t do the same.”

Ethan’s hardened expression dropped, but it was too late; Karl was out the door.  

When he turned to look at the window, he was in the liminal space, and Eva stared at him with something between pity and confusion.  

“Don’t,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes with his palms.  

“I am sorry for the reach her obsession has,” Eva said simply.  “It has sickened me to watch, being stranded here.”

Ethan risked Karl being still near--not likely, given how much the man liked storming off when he was angry--with his next words.  “If I tell him, he’s going to….” Ethan stuttered.  “He’s going to be disgusted.  Not to mention…angry.” 

“But not at you,” she said, her thin mouth twitching in a hopeful smile.  

“I’m not sure about that,” Ethan sighed.  “I’m trying to protect him from more hurt.  He’d be destroyed that there was nothing he could do.  He’d be…” Ethan threw a hand up.  “He’d be disgusted that Miranda did that, and then immediately after I…” Ethan now felt a sense of shame over just how the encounter had happened, but Eva shook her head. 

“Ethan, you cannot protect Heisenberg from hurt.  Don’t do what Mia did to you,” she offered wisely, and his eyes widened impossibly.  

He wanted to curse at the realization of his words, but the man sighed, knowing she was right.  He shook his head. 

"I'm a fucking idiot."

"No, you are a human in a single lifetime," she coaxed, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.  "There is time to make it right." 

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

I came for Neil Newbon's new role - cause our beloved Metal Dumbass aka Karl Heisenberg. Astarion turned out to be a very good character, never wanted him tho, just Protect By All Cost, poor buddy.

Then I stay for DADDY HALSIN, oh god, oh shit, oh fuck, this wood elf is my papamom now, he is ME but perfect and calm and alive. I wish to reborn as his bra to hold him forever. What a man. I keep going cause literally Do It For Him meme.

Zevlor on the other hand... Restless. Doomed. See him in a mirror every day. Oh, commander, we are really in it now, goddammit.

And THEN. This BITCH. Flawless, brilliant, pathetic. Buttoned up workacholic. Control freak. Even fun should be useful, or why even spend time on it. Yep. This one. Raphael, you are my first real blorbo. Get the crown and impress me. "Knocking at our doors"? HAH. You better hurry up, bebe, soon it will be nothing but melted radioactive plastic all around.

Anyway, I want to spoil him like a princess he truly is. Never saw him as dommy sadistic fucker, just look at him. Devil needs a vacation and fuckin ordnung around to allow it. Here, get your stupid wine and indulge yourself with all of Louvre, slowly and raw. Don't worry, Haarlep is reading fanfiction. You're gonna have some interesting nights, bub.

it’s honestly so fucked that I just woke up one day like “oh that devil guy from bg3 is kinda hot. I would kinda like to [redacted] his [redacted]” and now, months later, I have a blog dedicated to him, written at least a whole ass book worth of fan fiction of him, written countless of theories and analyses on him, I have a folder on my pc with just pics of him, I think about him constantly.

hello? help?

like what happened? where am I and when am I?

did I sell my soul to him for real? what is the right of withdrawal period on that sort of thing?

[ernestowens]

IT IS FINALLY HERE! THE CASE FOR CANCEL CULTURE IS EVERYWHERE WHERE BOOKS ARE SOLD!

I am officially a published author!I’m reflecting on the many years of preparation, interviews, writing, editing, drafting, rejections, renewals, re-shifts, rebranding, and re-learning it took to get to this point. 

To be able to hold this book in my hands and know that thousands of others will too is an inexplicable feeling that I’m having a hard time putting in words.

I’m truly grateful to my book agent, Stephanie Winter at P.S. Literary agency, for believing in this project from the very beginning. I want to thank my agent, Sean Lawton at Collective Speakers for making sure I stay booked, busy, and paid during this journey. Eric Smith, you already know how I feel about you and forever gonna sing your praises for getting this all started in that little cafe in Drexel four years ago. Nicole Cashman and the team at Cashman & Associates for lending your incredible services in making sure Philly was centered in this experience. Jeannine Cook and your team at Harriet’s Bookstore are the warriors that backed this book from the jump – thank you for relentless support. Patty Jackson, thank you – what is understood doesn’t have to be fully explained. To my team at St. Martin’s Press/Macmillan Publishers: my editor Cassidy Graham, my publicist John Karle, the marketing crew lead by Martin Quinn, and everyone at Macmillan Audiobooks for taking this to the next level! Forever thankful for the editorial guidance and feedback of Ceri Marsh, who was a true friend to behold during this journey! 

To all of the people who allowed me to interview them for this book: Kenyette Tisha Barnes, Leslie Mac, Daniela Capistrano, Jon Pierre, William E. Ketchum, III, Michael Coard, Preston Mitchum, Randy Robinson, Dawn Ennis, J. Mase III, Dr. Meredith D. Clark, Desiree Peterkin Bell, Dorcas A., and Dr. Anthea Butler -- thank you so much for lending your important voice to this topic. I learned so much from you all and this book is all the better for it! 

I want to thank my family and friends for allowing me to be great at this time. All of the conversations we’ve had and all of the time you all let me have to exhaust you on all things cancel culture hasn’t been taken for granted. Definitely want to thank my husband Barry Johnson for pushing me to go all the way in writing this book in the first place. What initially was just a guest op-ed in the New York Times became a full-length book that was deeper than any of the original ideas I previously had for one. Thank you for reminding me to never play it safe. 

To every journalist, media outlet, blogger, influencer, and fan who has written, posted, purchased and/or shouted-out this book, thank you so much for believing in this work and giving me the confidence to keep going! Seriously, all of that love was truly felt.

And lastly, you’ll see on the first page that I dedicate this book “To my beloved grandmother, Ethel, who first taught me how to cancel unapologetically, and to my dear mother, Lolita, who later taught me how to cancel with grace.”

Enough said. 

If you haven’t already, you can now purchase THE CASE FOR CANCEL CULTURE where ever hardback books AND/OR audiobooks are sold.

Photography by Ronald Gray

[mukamibabe]

How do you think Karlheinz would react to seeing his new wife dressed very exquisitely for a party?She looked so ravishing that Karl caught many of the vampire nobles eyeing her lustfully.He was throwing a party to welcome her as the queen of demon world,but his new wife despises him as he forced her to marry him resulting in her never allowing Karl to even lay a finger on her.

ooooh this is very fun! thanks again for all the asks! keep them coming if you'd like!! <333

tw for forced marriage? and also karlheinz kind of being a jerk but is that really a surprise? in general, it’s a bit dark. normal for dialovers standards though, i would think? honestly it’s got a lot of yandere!karl vibes, so be careful if that’s triggering for any of you.

well, first, i want to point out that i think the fact that his new wife doesn't want him only makes him want her more.

it’s actually almost.. amusing to him, that his new wife doesn’t appreciate the position she’s in. does she not know how many others would kill for her spot? is she not aware of how many stares he gets from envious women, wishing they could be standing by his side?

no matter the reason for their marriage, she needs to accept it now, is what karlheinz would think. there’s no use fighting it, as this is her fate. 

now, in public, karlheinz is a completely different man. this is especially so in front of fellow demons, the ones he is the ruler of. it’s an incredibly fake personality, very charming and professional. 

his plans for the night was to present the public his beautiful new wife, and while i don’t think marriages between.. higher-ups and royal/aristocratic vampires are usually out of love, he wants the public to be convinced his wife is his. 

while karlheinz can be possessive, he also sometimes isn’t. for now, so long as his new wife has a use to him, he’s going to remain possessive over her until she’s fulfilled her use. hence, karl kind of just letting cordelia do what she pleases after she gave karl what he wanted: children. heirs.

so, what is this new wife’s use? i’ll leave that to be up in the air for anyone to interpret. if it’s truly out of love, i.. find that really interesting. near impossible. but anyways-

her reluctancy to actually form a relationship with him only makes karl more attracted to her. he enjoys the cat and mouse game.

what he likes even more though is knowing he’s going to corrupt her at some point in time. no one can resist forever, can they? 

at this ball, karlheinz keeps her very close to his side. he sees all those looks, the suggestive glances towards his wife, looking at her as if she were a piece of fresh meat. maybe she is, maybe she isn’t, but she’s definitely not for anyone else but him.

i can even see karl taunting her a bit, pulling her off to the side so there’s not like.. everyone crowding the two of them yknow? he’s got that stupid smirk on his face, growing even more so once he starts looking at his’ beloved queen’. 

“you claim to hate this so much, but you still remain here. and to show up in such an ensemble, as well.. you really have contradicted yourself, my dear.”

he’s just so arrogant 😩😤 

like, karl knows she really didn’t have a choice. and even if she did, choosing anything other than what he has asked for only means bad things for her.

in karl’s words, she better behave herself during the party because if not, she really will regret it. be a good little wife for him, and all will be okay ❤️

[crowtrobotx]

*CRASHES THROUGH YOUR INBOX AGAIN* Crow listen I guarantee you that Chrysalis has elicited the whole gamut of emotions from myself and everyone else who's read it and my life has been enriched for having read it 🦋

Thank you so much Vodka my beloved. 💜💜💜 Truly.

I get really up in my feelings about this one because it is VERY personal to me. And I know that it doesn’t hit a lot of the popular tropes or whatever that people are looking for - but sometimes it’s so so so so hard to accept that that just means it will be more impactful for folks who ARE looking for it.

Without getting too deep, I almost certainly cannot/won’t have any kids of my own so Lottie is my baby and I just want to do her and blorbo supreme Karl justice! I really would rather have a smaller reach with a greater impact than a larger appeal that might only involve fleeting interest. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that type of writing either!) Unfortunately the social media “must get likes/comments etc” sometimes wins out which is ass but what are you gonna do.

Anyway ily thank you for always being so cool and supportive to not just me but everyone in our weird lil fandom family. 💜

[wldflvrs]

FLORAL SURPRISES !

- ', ꒱ INCLUDES, cc!wilbur soot, cc!fundy, cc!karl jacobs, cc!quackity & cc!nihachu

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, headcanons of what flowers they’d give you on valentine’s day

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, some valentine’s day fluff because i can

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, “fuck valentine’s day” i say as i write this. yeah,,, lmao anyways enjoy!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wilbur soot

Tulips.

Red tulips.

Classic flowers for a charming man finding a bouquet to gift to his dearly beloved.

He spent so long in the shop debating on which flowers to get while asking for the opinions of almost everyone in his contacts and the store before settling on the vibrant tulips.

“I love you. Truly.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fundy

Red carnations!

He had gotten up early to go get the flowers that he’s been planning with the local florist for weeks.

Arriving home nearly an hour later, you were about to be mad for randomly leaving until you quickly realized why.

“Oh I— I didn’t think you’d be awake yet. I was going to make you breakfast in bed. I can still do that actually, back to bed you go!”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ karl jacobs

Lilies!

An elegant and underrated (in his opinion) choice of flowers that he paired with a dinner out at a restaurant you worried was far too fancy.

“No no you look great! You look perfect actually. More than the flowers really.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ quackity

Daisies. No questions asked.

You wake up to see him holding a fresh bouquet of daisies the morning of Valentine’s day with a smile on his face that makes his cheeks hurts

“I swear I didn’t take these from your neighbours! I gave my wallet and soul for these.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ nihachu

Violets!

She’s almost giddy handing you the bouquet, hands shaking as you opened the front door to reveal her standing there with the flowers in one hand and your Starbucks order in the other.

“I’ve also got a picnic planned for us. We’re leaving in two hours.”

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE 2.0, i was originally going to just write a niki x fem!reader oneshot but then i also wanted to post something for valentines that included some other ccs and so now i have this. i might still write the niki oneshot if we’re being honest

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