#heinsburg

[zakkusufae]

Neil during his Baulders Gate III Streams in a nutshell

Neil: Astarion is so much more than a pretty face. He's such a well-rounded character with so many layers, and he's just trying to survive and escape absue. In this essay, I will.....

Also, Neil: He'll look so good in this outfit I stole off a corspe.

[totallytoby22]

sometimes i look at my cat and think "you look like heinsburg" and i still think im right the proof is here

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hi, I was hopefully I could request a fem reader x heinsburg from the resident evil series, maybe like the reader is mother miranda daughter and uses reader to keep an eye on all the other characters but her and heinsburg fall in love, and maybe get married in secret or maybe they leave the village just before it blows up and live a happy life together

.⋆｡To Our End｡⋆.

Karl Heisenberg x plus size reader

Change was coming and it was coming quickly but Heisenberg wouldn’t let either of them fall to the wayside without a proper goodbye

Warnings: canon typical violence, reader is one of Miranda’s children, angst, secret relationship, I try to follow the events of the game, mentions of death, ambiguous ending

WC: 1.5k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Mother Miranda had her eyes everywhere in the village. She knew everything that happened in her domain and it was because of one of her daughters- Y/N. 

The youngest of her children, the most favoured. She blended into the shadows, moving with a quiet step and only leaving a chill breeze and a feeling of dread in her wake. Even Dimitrescu feared her and avoided her as much as possible.

Yet there was one who actively sought her out. 

“My darkest darling, how kind of you to bless me with your beauty on this dreary day.” Y/N stepped from the shadows of Heisenberg’s workshop and into the dim light with a bashful smile. The man had been hunched over his desk, toiling away on some new project of his but immediately stopped when he sensed her presence.

She practically fell into his outstretched arms in her haste to be in his embrace once more. The smell of motor oil and copper overwhelmed her senses as his warmth enveloped her. For a brief moment, the voices of all the people in town and Mother herself were chased away and her mind went quiet, as it always did when he was beside her.

A chuckle rumbled through his chest before the rugged man planted a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the feel of her soft body against him. “Mother has something planned and it’s big. She believes that it will succeed but I know that it will kill us all.” Her voice, like the shadows she inhabited, was wispy and weak. But it grabbed his attention even more than the most powerful of sirens.

“I suspected so. She has been quite fixated on her daughter as of late.” He hugged her tighter as one of his large hands travelled to the back of her neck so he could keep her pinned to him for as long as he could manage. “We’ll figure it out- we’ve survived before, we can do it again.”

She nodded and nuzzled into his touch but the fear that slowly grew in her belly could not be tamped out so easily.

——————

The lycans were going wild- like rabid dogs they constantly howled and snarled, eager to be let loose. Y/N could taste fear in the air, it clung to everything like smoke after a fire. There was only a small collection of villagers left, holed up in a single building at the edge of town. 

She snuck them food and medicine, leaving it on their doorstep but they never looked out. She heard babies crying as their mothers desperately tried to keep them quiet and her cold heart clenched behind her ribs. 

Mother’s call pulled her away from the survivors and she melted back into the shadows, reemerging in the church built for their maker. 

Donna and Angie were already perched in their usual chair, faithfully sitting in wait while Heisenberg was hugging the far wall, hat lowered over his face, at least until Y/N’s light footsteps filled the space.

Her eyes met the reflective glasses of her lover but did not remain there for long, lest the others realise the true nature of their affections. Dimitrescu stormed into the cavernous room, rage in her stride. “Why have you called us here?” She demanded, earning a scoff from Karl as he lit a cigarette. She levelled a glare at him before her attention turned to Y/N.

“You. Why has she called us?” Yet she remained silent, clasping her hands in front of her like the dutiful daughter she pretended to be. “Useless.” The giantess scoffed and turned her back on her youngest sister. Y/N felt Karl’s gaze still fixed upon her but she did not meet it. He loved to tease even when the risk was far greater than the reward.

“Mother is not here yet?” Moreau lumbered in next, carrying with him the sour smell of salt water and decaying kelp. 

“Do you see her here?” Karl retorted sarcastically as he breathed in the homegrown tobacco. Moreau ignored him and took his place beside Y/N, blocking her view of the others. She did not mind though, she preferred to be hidden from her ‘siblings’, it allowed her to watch the broad shoulders and overpowering stature of the man she loved without judgement or detection.

“Silence.” Miranda spoke through Y/N’s voice, immediately shutting up the bickering of her children. They did not turn to the youngest of them but instead to the altar where the air before it began to shimmer and warp as crows gathered together in a black mass that quickly took shape.

Y/N slunk back even further, her job now done as Mother appeared before her children. She trembled as anxiety mounts in her belly and her mind screams at her to run from whatever plan Miranda had for them. 

Five jars were lovingly placed on the altar, each one radiating a venomous yellow light and containing a dark object within them that was obscured by the fogged glass. “My children, this will be the greatest and most important task that I have bestowed upon you. These urns contain a new age for us, a new beginning of light and power. You will each receive one and I expect that you will guard it with your life.” 

Moreau took his quickly, tucking it into his bulbous chest as a mother would hold her infant. His glassy eyes filled with blind obedience- he would do anything for Mother’s approval.

The others rightfully hesitated but a withering look from their maker urged them forwards. Karl was the last to take his jar. His large calloused hand curled around the glass and he chanced a look at the shadowy figure to his right.

He could see the fear and the anxiety in her stance as clear as day. They both knew that this would be the last task that Mother would give them, their usefulness would run dry. 

He needed to act fast.

——————

“My love, we are in the middle of a war, do you really think a romantic night is necessary?” She asked but yet still approached him in the vast field wearing her best dress. The dark velvet clung to her generous curves in a way that drove the man insane with want.

He took her much smaller hand on his own and laid a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “That is exactly why we are having this night to ourselves. I wish for a perfect night with the woman I love before everything falls. Alcina has already been killed and I suspect that my number will soon be called.” His icy blue eyes, now not hidden by his dark glasses, reflected the bright moonlight like a still lake, capturing her in their beauty.

“Do not say that, we can fight this, we can survive.” She pleaded as he pressed another soft kiss to her inner wrist, savouring the way he could feel her heartbeat against his lips.

A chill breeze washed over them but neither of them were affected by the cold, they hadn’t been for decades. “Ethan Winters will stop at nothing to get his child back and not only have I angered him but I hold a piece of her. I just want you to grant me one last wish before I am to perish. Let me be selfish one more time.”

She shook her head. “Then he shall kill me too. I am one of Miranda’s children. I am a monster.” Karl smiled at her.

“You are not a monster, not like the rest of us. You use your gift to protect and to guide from the shadows. Ethan knows this and he will spare you.”

“What did you do?” Her voice carried off on the wind, weak with disbelief and grief for a loss she had not yet experienced.

“I made a deal. He gets his daughter and he helps me kill Miranda but he spares you. I suspect that I will not live to see dawn.” Tears black as night rolled down her full cheeks and he knew that she would fight him but she would not deny his request, she never could. 

“So, on my last night walking this Earth-“ Her hand remained in his grasp as he knelt on one knee before her. “-Let me make you my wife.” He produced a ring from the pocket of his coat. She gave a very undignified squeak and his eyes sparkled.

“Yes. Yes!” The dark metal, folded by his own hands, slid onto her finger, fitting perfectly as he knew it would. Y/N beamed and the shadows that naturally trailed behind her brightened to match her breathtaking smile. Before the ring even had the chance to settle against her skin, she threw herself into his strong arms, her lips connecting with his in a kiss that both radiated love and unimaginable fear.

Karl fell back into the long grass, dragging her soft body fully on top of him as the kiss quickly grew into something more. 

Their vows were howled into the night in shadow and in gunpowder, weaving together a tapestry that would never be completed. Their love, while born from evil, would last far beyond its destruction. They would love until their end.

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[1nf3ct3d-x3]

Gyatt damn you stupid ahh bitch stfu you have no damn Rizz you are COMPLETLY Mid, get your Huggy Wuggy goofy ahh looking gyatt outta here, go back to the Digital Circus with your 27/84 plus 97 bozy Grimace Shake in Pizza Tower. You got no Edge. Goony Goofy ahh Sus Sussy Baka Impostor ima bout to eject your goofy mf ahh no Rizz no sigma L + ratio. Ligma balls not poggers Griddyin on your grave. Hitting the griddy with BanBan and Rainbow Friends on your gave. Always over there fapping and yapping on damn roblox. I'm the rizzler here stupid ahh goofy lookin, I'm going fanum tax on your ass. Chat, is this Real? Because this bitch ass don't know who I am. Opp. No bitches. So unskibiti. I bet ur from Ohio dumbahh Jumbo Josh. You bad ass Banban frum Rainbow Friends Smurf Cat on your grave Chat is this real, cuz this bitch ass is about to commit boybortion broskie ain't no alpha male Chug Jug Loot Lake bros a pibby glitch negitive what the sigma mf dead ass gacha heat aming us rizzler pass that shit bruh you toothless gumdrop💀☠️ 🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 Broski lookin like the Nerd emoji erm akcutally sounds like a skill issue go boybkrtion urself your so unskibiti that's so uncanny you unaigma Preppy heinsburg lookin ass bro spawned in from the deepest dephs of Ohio that there could ever be 💀 💀 ☠️ ☠️ stupid ahh Boomer ain't rven bussin bussin bruh what the sigma is wrong with you you Preppy pibby glitch P go content farm yourself hitting thr jizzy on your body 😷 you're giving dead dog 🐕 and not the alpha sigma make kind you Fatherless omega. Nobody not even a sheep from Loot Lake would smash you bruh you and your goofy ahh dumbah lookin stupid face gtfo bruh you aren't even real Nerd. Your words are all cap  🧢🧢 just like your dad (I fucked him bozo) you can't even mew right your bitch ass can't do nothing right 🤫 🧏 go fuck yourself bro got no Lore this Fatherless bitch L + Ratio + what is this + L + ratio + wrong + get a job + unfunny + you fell off + never liked you anyway + cope + ur allergic to gluten + don't care + cringe ur a kid + literally shut the fuck up + galileo did it better + your avi was made in MS Excel + ur bf is kinda ugly + i have more subscribers + owned + ur a toddler + reverse double take back + u sleep in a different bedroom from your wife + get rekt + i said it better + u smell + copy + who asked + dead game + seethe + ur a coward + stay mad + you main yuumi + aired + you drive a fiat 500 + the hood watches xqc now + yo mama + ok + currently listening to rizzle kicks without u. plus ur mind numbingly stupid plus ur voice is ronald mcdonald. Ur so unskibiti ain't evena rizzly bear never my pookie dumbass 69696969 so you can go to bed little kid cry about it. YOU CAN'T RIZZ FOR YOUR LIFE YOU OMEGA NON ALPHA‼️‼️🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

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[kim-poce]

Inspired and written with the font Playfair Display, suggested by @druidx

Transcript Undercut:

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE BLUE HILL’S HAUNTED HOUSE

After fifty decades of mystery, the truth was brought to light.

The old house, located on Blue Hill, 475, has a long and controversial story. The house was built in the second half of the 19th century, and housed the Bourne family for generations up until the night of the incident.

[Image: A front gate with low stone walls and with several naked trees behind it. The subtitle reads: Reformed front gate of the Bourne house.]

On 15 of May of 1913, the Bourne family —fifteen people at the time— vanished, leaving behind several confusing and until now inexplicable clues. The then village of Lord’s Cross united to fight against the fire that had suddenly started in the garden, it is not known how it started, and any clue that might have existed was washed away by rain not long after.

While unfortunate, the fire didn’t affect the house’s structure, but what confused the people was that no one from the Bourne family had left the house to help put the fire down. Registers show that a group of teens were the first to break into the house, when Nora (16), Wilfred (14) and Robet (13), climbed on the house and broke one of the glass windows.“I remember it well,” Said Nora Heinsburg (69), “If I close my eyes I can almost see it dark mist surround the room, it was the Bourne’s couple’s bedroom, we knew it was before braking in, as they used to wave at us from the window whenever we were being paid to take care of the garden. The mist was weird, it seemed to avoid us, away a hand away from our skin. We didn’t think it was weird at the time, there was a fire outside so we assumed it was simply smoke.”

It wasn’t long after the kids broke in and opened the front door that the mist dissipated, allowing the villagers to see what would be the most gruesome scene in their life, and the source of the myths and legends of the Blue Hill’s Haunted House.

[sjvllsblog]

Captured German PzKpfw V 'Panther' tank, rolling along a dirt road in northwest Europe and used here by the 4th Coldstream Guards, 6th Guards Tank Brigade, 29 November 1944

One of the best-documented cases, is that of the Panther renamed 'Cuckoo'. The tank was found abandoned in a barn during the fighting for the village of Overloon. Before its capture, the tank had belonged to the 2./Panzer Brigade 107. The British tankers assigned 'Cuckoo' to the 4th Battalion Coldstream Guards alongside their issued Churchills, apparently to a staff section. These staff tanks were all named after birds, such as Eagle and Vulture; hence, the name 'Cuckoo'. In preparing the tank for its new owners, a new coat of paint was applied, most likely the same khaki as the Churchills. Cuckoo’s new operators were impressed and happy with their acquisition; in particular, they admired the high quality of the optics in the tank’s sights, something for which the Germans were noted.

'Cuckoo' participated in the attack on Geijsteren Castle and then took part in Operation Blackcock in January 1945. This attack was designed to push the Germans out of a triangular area of ground between the Dutch towns of Roermond, Heinsburg, and Sittard. 'Cuckoo' was employed in an attack on the town of Waldenrath in the southeastern corner of this triangle. The winter was harsh, and icy conditions made for difficult going. 'Cuckoo' both impressed and angered its new owners. While the Churchill tanks seemed to constantly slide and become stuck on the icy roads, the Panther kept moving with absolutely no problem at all, oblivious to the conditions plaguing the British armour.

The tank was used again during Operation Veritable, a campaign designed to clear the area between the Roer and Rhine Rivers in Germany. During this operation the British were involved in heavy fighting in the Reichswald, which was forested and inhospitable terrain for tanks. Nevertheless, 'Cuckoo' fought here for its new owners. Unfortunately, during this campaign the Panther’s fuel pump failed and could not be fixed or replaced. Abandoning the tank, the Coldstream Guards went on to finish the war with their Churchills.

(Photo source - © IWM B 12187)

No 5 Army Film & Photographic Unit - Sgt. Laing

(Colorised by Gabriel Birsanu)

[vickyshinoa12]

Been thinking about this after my sister had a horror themed party and we were talking about Resident Evil and how the men look fine as hell… anyway here’s the info below!

Name: Victoria (goes by Tori)

Age: 24 (Gonna be 25 in the next month ;-; I���m getting old, but I don’t look it thankfully)

Height: 159 cm (5’2 1/2”)

Hair and eye color: sandy blonde and gray blue eyes

Personality and enneagram: INFP 9w1

Zodiac: Libra

Chinese zodiac: Tiger

Likes: Animals, writing, reading, drawing, watching shows/anime/movies, and snacks as well as napping

Dislikes: injustice, anyone who thinks they are better than others, and arrogant people

Favorite animal: Cats of course

Favorite food: Grilled salmon

Favorite color: turquoise

[farcillesbian]

fellow Albertans! provincial elections are coming up! if you intend to vote, make sure you read up on the ID requirements (for example, if you were planning on bringing solely your passport as ID, please know that's NOT enough to be used as a single piece of ID, unlike a driver's license).

if you don't have the right identification to vote, make sure your address is up to date on your bank account so that you can print an account statement, or that you hold on to a copy of a utility bill sent to your address, and if you really don't have anything, now is the time to arrange for someone who can vouch for you!

if you're away from home and can't make it to advanced polls (from may 23-27th) you have until the 22nd at 6 pm to request a special ballot in the mail!

AND if you can get to one of the following communities for advanced polls or election day and could use a temporary job for a bit of extra income, you should apply for an election worker position in one of these divisions:

51-Bonnyville-Cold Lake-St.Paul: Bonnyville, Cherry Grove, Cold Lake, Elk Point, Glendon, Heinsburg, Kehewin, Saddle Lake, St.Paul

54-Cardston-Siksika: Cardston, Coalhurst, Magrath, Nobleford, Picture Butte, Vauxhall, Vulcan

55-Central Peace-Notley: Fairview, Falher, McLennan

60-Fort McMurray-Lac la Biche: Anzac, Conklin, Fort McMurray, Janvier, Lac la Biche, Plamondon, Wandering River

61-Fort McMurray-Wood Buffalo: Fort Chipewyan, Fort McKay, Fort McMurray

63-Grande Prairie: Grande Prairie

64-Grande Prairie-Wapiti: Beaverlodge, Clairmont, Grande Prairie, Hythe, Sexsmith, Wembley

70-Lesser Slave Lake: High Prairie, Red Earth Creek, Slave Lake, Wabasca-Desmarais

74-Maskwacis-Wetaskiwin: Ferintosh, Hay Lakes, Looma, Ma-Me-O Beach, Maskwacis, Millet, New Sarepta, Wetaskiwin

77-Peace River Fort Vermilion, Grimshaw, High Level, La Crete, Manning, Peace River, Rainbow Lake

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

Could I request a Heinsburg fic? Maybe when ethan goes through the factory and Reader is in there working or looking for Heinsburg? They can be a villian to Ethan or just neautral i dont mind. I love the idea of bad!reader since reading your patreon story.

Heisenberg! I haven't finished the game yet but I did get up to the factory, so I'm more than happy to write this.

And hope you enjoyed the patreon story! I'm really in the mindset of villain!reader, its so much fun.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

I was reading about John Henry’s false start in an undergrad physics course and it was a hell of a read

[This story is about a guy named  Nick Higgens who went to college and took physics classes because he didn’t have the money to go to grad school.  Higgens was a very poor physics student and every class he took in college was painful to him.  He was a quack.]

[cutescholar101]

Fanfic prompt: ocxkarl

Oc is erhans sister and after Louisiana decided she wanted to have a kid but had no interest in having a partner so decided to do insemination with an anonymous contribution. Cue miranda/Mia higinks with Karl heinsburg being used as the other DNA. She doesn't know. Could be twins or single baby but starts showing metal powers in womb which she hides as she also has powers from Louisiana, plant powers and control over organic matter, meaning she assumes its from her. She never shared as she doesn't trust Mia or Chris and worries Ethan would tell Mia. Chris could be interested in her for future possessive jealousy.

Could also do her powers as plant manipulation allows her to '' contrict''the cadou which she does at the factory to try and get away from karl but obvs doesn't last and gets caught.

[zakkusufae]

If anyone likes Neil Newbon and positivity, I made a silly little account. Please check it if you'd like!

[ponpox]

I wanna give Heinsburg head pats. Like come on! You have to agree

Do you think he kicks his leg when you scritch him behind the ear? ❤

[theliterarywolf]

Any thoughts on Heisenberg from RE8?

helthehatter asked:

So I know everyone is obsessed with Lady D but I’m choosing now to announce how ~different~ I am and say that Heinsburg is FOINE.

Linking two asks into one. Wait, I'm like three episodes behind in the SGS RE8 LP, isn't Heisenberg just a kooky, telekinetic not!Nicholas Cage?

I mean, from what I've seen, he's funny. But he's also kind of just... there. Unless he has a monster-form that actually makes my heart go 'Doki Doki' unlike Lady D's who didn't look bad it's just her writhing tentacle human body on the back of the main creature made it too busy.

[ettawritesnstudies]

Heads up 7 up + Last Line Tag + Laoche Magic Lore

Thanks @akindofmagictoo and @etjwrites! I’ve been outlining the next book in the Laoche Chronicles recently so the last thing I wrote was categorizing the magic system for this world. I’m not sure if this will be exactly 7 or 14 lines, but I’m including the 4 main categories for sake of completeness. These categories can be used for magic users or for magical elements that people use as aids in their craft: 

Conduits – they take magic from the environment, change it, and release it back into the environment. This is one of the most common groups of magic users – they use charms to hold their magic but don’t need physical conduits as much to channel it into detailed spells, like runes or specific moves. More of the “wave your hands and stuff happens” people.

Batteries – charms and people like Luca. They generate magic internally from food and just generally living, or can be “charged” in the case of charms, and they store it. It’s hard to channel and change from a form of raw power, they’re just best at releasing it and letting people use it for what then need best. Detailed or precision spells need either training and physical conduits to help them. This is why Luca’s magic is wild and imprecise but very very powerful. Can create things out of raw magic, like balls of light or a sword, or releasing it in shockwaves and fireballs, but not good for delicate stuff

Amplifiers – people like Enne. They find magic in their surroundings and make it bigger. The raw power of the batteries but not held inside them, the precision of the conduits but they need conduit support based on what it is they’re amplifying. Magical echolocation is a pure example of this and it’s useful and a powerful tool for Enne in its own way.

Resistors – people like Grace. Magic just can’t touch them and they can’t touch it. In a world run entirely on magic, this might be a bad thing. In a world where only the powerful have magic and can beat you around with it, it’s very important protection and armor. It’s utilitarian if you live somewhere battered by magically-charged extreme weather events, and a hinderance if you have a problem only magic can fix. These people tend to be tanks, and they tend to be good at inventing physical tools that don’t rely on magic. 

thanks to @maxgraybooks for the last line tag part of this! This explains the mechanics behind Weswin’s “curse” (for a lack of a better term) - his appearance, voice, movement, basically his whole persona changes randomly and uncontrollably whenever he meets someone new, so its practially impossible for him to make long-term friends or really make connections who remember who he is. He’s been wandering all over the worlds for years and forgot his name after using so many temporary aliases when he meets the main characters. 

Weswin is stuck in superposition between the 4 types. Like the Heinsburg Uncertainty Principle/Double Slit Experiment where an electron can be both a particle or a wave, and you can never know both the position and velocity at the same time, his inherent magic could be anywhere until he comes into contact with a person or object that forces it into a specific form for the moment that it’s there. Or the same reasoning behind why no snowflake could reasonably be identical, because the conditions are never the exact same. 

For example if he’s walking past a conduit, his appearance is going to somehow reflect whatever sort of magic is being conducted. Now imagine he’s walking through a busy marketplace, and all the different sources of magic there, the sheer entropy of that situation that will never be the exact same again means that he’s never going to have the same appearance on the other side of the crowd as he did when he first got there. This is also why if he travels or stays exclusively with 1 person for a long period of time, his appearance will “settle”, since people’s magic tends to be more stable/stronger than magic objects. Hypothetically speaking, if he could get his hands on a really strong resistor, his appearance would revert to his real appearance, or he might go invisible, nobody is really sure. Or, he could get his magic to stabalize into one of the 4 types but that’s hypothetically impossible. That’s what he goes to Madelyn to figure out in book 2.

Adding the Laoche/Storge Taglist because ~lore~ but also you’re welcome to participate in either of these tags if you want! 

@inkwell-attitude @re-writing-h @thescreamingtwenties @siarven @kittensartswriting  @yearlyaquariace @abalonetea @andiwriteunderthemoon @the-starlight-chills @davey-in-a-minivan @the-great-teller-of-tales  @scxundress  @isanyonetoknow @piyawrites @viawrites-andacts @zielenbloesem @thiscrypticfangirl

(@a-smol-bibliophile and @overlap I think changed their urls so if anyone knows what the new ones are, can you let me know?)

[hjmarseille]

MT 169 across the Seigfreid line near Heinsburg, January 1945. Preparing for Operation Blackcock.

Photo and caption featured in Above the Battle: An Air Observation Post Pilot at War by Ronald Lyell Munro