#heisenberg headcanon

[metal-bending-trashman-simp]

!!!Head cannon!!!

Heisenberg gags really easy. Like from brushing his teeth or when he hears other people gag (fake or real) it’ll cause his to gag as well.

This is one of the reasons Heisenberg cant stand being around Moreau who constantly gags and vomits because he knows he’ll follow right after if he isn't careful.

Chris and Ethan totally will fake gag around Heisenberg just to set him off.

[chloe-online]

heres the nsfw alphabet with karl heisenberg! this is my first time writing nsfw so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. thank you for 100 followers, enjoy!

MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

heisenberg wasn't too familiar with aftercare, hed only had to worry about himself and his needs. so when you came along it was sorta new for him but he figured the ins and outs pretty quickly and now heisenberg would help you clean up and occasionally hop in a shower with you after sex. expect kisses and cuddles while he tells you how good you were.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves your thighs. thick or slim he adores them. he likes to grip your thighs when he thrusts into you, or the way they wrap around you while he plows you. they're natural pillows, and his head fits in between them perfectly.

if karl had to choose then he'd probably choose his arms/hands, but he does have body issues. with his arms he has the power to treat you like a woman, he can finger you choke you, hold you, carry you, and just make you feel good.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

he'll put his cum wherever you want it. inside or on top, he likes both. his cum is on the thicker side though. he loved the taste of your cum, so when he was a chance he'll finish with oral.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's a pretty open book with you, so he doesn't really keep dirty secrets with you. but if he has one he'll whisper into your ear at family meetings or any other time that you two cant fuck.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

since he's been alone almost his whole life id say he's not that experienced. when he gets the hang of fucking you though, you would never have guessed he started as a virgin.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he likes watching you take his cock underneath him, seeing your face is a turn on. he also likes seeing you ride him, so needy to cum.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he's definitely still his sassy self with a little added goofiness, but he can be serious and it all depends on the day.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

its not surprising that his hair has greyed, the carpet does match the drapes. he doesn't really shave or trim but if you ask him to then he'll do it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

most times he's rough but there's been times where he's been romantic, and kind of gentle. in those times expect praise and kisses everywhere.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

if you're not there then he'll take care of it himself. if he's masturbating in front of you then he's trying to tease you, he likes to try new things.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he is a very kinky man, so he has a lot of kinks. one being dirty talk, he loves whispering how much he wants to fuck you into your ear at inappropriate times, just to see you flustered.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

if you both can wait then on the bed, but karl just tends to slam into you anywhere. his desk, the kitchen counter, the pew right before a meeting. if its a surface he can fuck you on then he'll fuck you on it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

just say the word and he'll be ready to go. everything about you can turn him on, he can look at you his mind would wander off to dirty thoughts.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he's willing to try anything but i feel like he wouldn't like threesomes. sex is something between you and him, he doesn't want another person there to ruin the moment.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

both. he loves eating you out till you cum on his face just as much as he loves watching you take his length in your mouth. he will eat you out until you have to push his face away.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

he's slow and sensual for the first time but if you give him the thumbs up then he's rough. if you don't like him being rough then he'll just be gentle with you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

hes always down to fuck you, sure he likes proper sex but if hes just doing his work or hes at the church early than he'll fuck you fast.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he'll experiment with you 100%. there's something you wanna try? heisenbergs down for it. he loves to try new things with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he can last real long. you want him to fuck you 4 rounds? done. you're the one that has to tell him to stop, if you don't he'll go all night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he would try them for sure but i feel like they'd only be used if hes too tired to fuck you (which is almost never)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he'll tease you endlessly. with words and actions. he'll fuck you till you're close than pull out so you can beg him to finish

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he's not loud but he groans and sometimes you'll get a moan out of him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he gets high of your moans. once he heard you moan out his name the first time he made you cum he was dedicated to make you cum everytime you guys fucked.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

hes got a lot of cock. like 7 inches of it, and he sure knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

he will never force you to have sex with him, but if you give consent he'll fuck you whenever you want.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he doesn't just immediately fall asleep, if anything he'll wait for you to fall asleep until he even thinks about going to sleep.

my first time writing nsfw and I'm pretty happy with it, i hope you enjoyed!

[dolche-tejada]

Heisenberg Headcanons

- Because of the experiences he underwent when he was ten years old, he cannot stand to be touched.

- As a child, he had already realized that Miranda had no affection for him and only considered him as a failed experiment.

- She may have tortured him, but he was still a kid with no other parental figure who needed to be loved, so he spent a few years looking for her attention by trying to develop his abilities. Initially having a very shaky control over them, this caused him to get hurt quite often with debris, leading to the scars on his face.

- Since his adolescence, Karl watches a lot of movies because it's a way for him to escape the village and see how the world is changing while he's trapped in Miranda's freak show. The Duke provides him with new ones every month.

- He especially enjoys horror and sci-fi movies. He finds in them concepts for his metal army. Also, it was while watching "Tetsuo" that he got the idea of using his powers to change into a biomechanical monster. It took him a year to learn to expand his biomass. His mutation being more stable than the others, he was originally not able to transform into a monster like Moreau or Alcina. However, Karl hates to transform himself because it's a strong reminder of what Miranda has turned him into...

- Alcina was the only one (apart from Ethan) to have seen him in this form. During a violent altercation, he lost his temper and started to mutate in front of her. It was at this point that she began to be skeptical about Karl's loyalty to Miranda, considering that it was suspicious of him to develop his abilities without informing their mother.

- He refuses to experiment on living human subjects. He is aware of the horror of his actions and believes that these are necessary sacrifices to free himself, but he cannot resolve to do to someone what he was subjected to, because it would be like Miranda.

[doctorcorby]

heisenberg thoughts

scratches his chin/beard when thinking

  cooks everything on a hotplate unless he’s over at Donna’s

wears clothes practically until they fall off from holes in them

light sensitive

falls asleep at his work desk

thinks he is very funny and charming

improved his radio’s antenna to tune in classic rock

[moth-in-the-broth]

my man’s hard at work

[thestayathomedragon]

Heisenberg Headcanons

Man I really want to write up some Heisenberg Headcanons from Social Engineering up here to get some opinions but I also don't want to spoil anything.

So... here have some non spoilery ones maybe:

-Miranda snatched him up when he was about 4 or 5 in my story. He's been in the village ever since. He doesn't remember anything before that.

-He may or may not have been the first/only Heisenberg Miranda tried to turn he is definitely the only success though

-He learned to speak English from Lady D. She taught him some other languages too Romanian, helped him build and maintain his German as well. I figure Lady D is well traveled by the time she ended up in the village. Most of his primary education he learned from her actually. He likes to read a lot too. He'd hide in her library as a kid and read anything he could get his hands on. Some of that might have been romance novels but he ain't admitting to nothing. Newspapers and books smuggled in by The Duke.

-He is definitely touch starved but he does have an aversion to being touched. He wasn't always like this even after the Cadou. There was another very specific incident that triggered it. Let's just say that Miranda is fucking awful parental figure and has no business around anyone's children let alone her adopted ones. But we already knew that right?

-He is definitely an anxious, paranoid, depressed mess but that's not much of a stretch is it? He hates his body. I mean hates it. But it's all he's got so he does what he has to to make due. Somebody tell this man how beautiful he is please? He aint listening to me.

-He doesn't have the best hygiene but there are reasons for it.

okay... this'll do for now.

[ratofthemedievalsewers]

Crystallisation - Part I

Karl Heisenberg x Male Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Content Warning: Canonical Resident Evil horror

Each one of your bones felt like fragile glass about to shatter, the throbbing of your head seconds away from cracking open your skull. It was hard to breathe with the tightness of your muscles pushing down on your chest, your own skin suffocating and trapping you. It hurt too much to even begin to register the pain your body was in and for each second that passed it felt like an hour had gone by.

It was the shouting that woke you. The dull ache of your head grew and a groan escaped your lips as you made a move to sit up. Your arms threatened to give out as you pushed up to your knees, a simple task that seemed to be bordering on impossible. The floor beneath you was dirty and hard, but the coolness of the stone was a small blessing on your aching body.

Giving your eyes a second to adjust, you could see the room you had awoken in. A church or open hall of some kind. It was a tall figure you saw first, their presence looming and daunting, in front of them was a figure gesticulating wildly. Their movements were hard to follow; Trying to follow their blurry, swinging arms made your eyes ache and the burning sensation in your head grow.

"The cadou experiment failed," Their voice was feminine but authoritative and it came from the taller of the two figures. "It wasn't even able to heal a few scratches. He is worthless to us."

"He hasn't even been awake long enough to show what it's capable of-" You assumed it was the other one that spoke, this voice was gruffer and more masculine with an accent that you wouldn't be able to place even with a clear mind.

"-If he is capable of anything."

"Enough... both of you." A third voice; authoritative like the first but was more controlled and stern. It came from a figure further back in the hall and was much harder to make out with your blurry sight. "He will be disposed of, there is no further discussion."

"wait... what the fuck are you on about-" Your throat was hoarse like you hadn't drunk water in days, making your voice gravelly and scratchy. Speaking caused you to let out a few harsh coughs in order to clear the phlegm in your throat.

"Heisenberg, I trust your lycans are capable enough in taking care of it."

"To the dogs, to the dogs. Feed it to the dogs." An ugly doll in a white dress jumped across the floor, a little too excited at the thought of you being ripped apart.

"Mother Miranda, if I must-"

"Now, Heisenberg." Something shifted in your gut, an intense feeling of dread. You made your first attempt to stand as the lycans within the hall began to stir, an air of eagerness surrounding them as they jumped down from the higher ledges and beams to the floor you woke upon.

The second one to speak, Heisenberg you gathered, let out a sigh, and began to make his way over to you. The lycans were behind him, fidgeting and twitching. "I'm going to count from five and then you're going to run. Got that?"

"Heisenberg, this is no time to play your childish games." The tallest of them spoke.

"It's just a little fun for the lycans, they get restless if they don't get any excitement." He let out a chuckle. "You ready?"

There was no use in arguing, you gathered that much, so you glared. Granted it wasn't exactly going to do anything to help, but cursing the man that was about to count down to your execution was all you could do.

"Five."

Oh shit.

"Four."

You could see the doll jumping up and down again on someone's lap, while something that could only be described as an accumulative bob of flesh gave its version of a chuckle.

"Three."

Exit, need to find an exit.

"Two."

A door was behind you, but between you and it were knocked over church pews and broken rubble, getting to it would be most likely kill you and you would already be risking it by betting that the entrance was unlocked. Granted, it was your only option. The floor was beginning to swarm with lycans.

"One..."

He dragged out the last number and you didn't hesitate to bolt it before he even reached zero.

"RUN!"

*****

You were absolutely fucked.

Your pounding head and aching chest had all but been forgotten the second a wave of adrenaline had rushed over you, it was the only thing pushing you forward through the village below the church. Every turn you took you prayed it didn't lead to a dead-end, but your feet were becoming harder to carry and each step forward was almost another stumble.

A glance up and you could see some of the lycans on all fours, jumping and sprinting over the rooftops of the village houses. Some of them stopping to shout and howl to cheer on their brothers.

Correction from a previous statement; Absolutely fucked wasn't even half of it.

You crashed through two metal gates, not giving a second thought as you run into the open house to your left. You slammed the door without glancing behind you and barricaded it with the shelving next to it. if you had been a second later the lycans chasing you would have made inside with you, most likely ending your little jog into the sunset there and then.

You had minutes before they would break-in. The wood of the door frame was already beginning to splinter under the repeated banging of their weight against it. A minute to find a weapon, another to find a way out - that's all you needed.

Dust and grime kicked up around you as you searched through the two downstairs rooms of the house, climbing the stairs to the second floor to search would waste too much time. By some miracle, you found a weapon. In the tucked away cupboard by the stairs was a woodcutter's axe, probably only previously used to chop up the household's firewood however, its dull edge was better than nothing against a pack of lycans eager to tear you apart.

You had wasted too much time. The packs front leaders came crashing through the door, it was only luck that caused them to fall over themselves, giving you those few extra seconds you needed to run through the house to the back room.

Jumping through a closed window probably wasn't the smartest idea, especially while clutching an axe to your chest. The broken glass made several shallow cuts along your arms and face, but there was no time to care. In seconds you were back on your feet, pushing past the aching in your legs, hoping shouting against the protesting muscles would help.

The weight of the axe swinging in your hand felt like it gave you extra momentum to run faster and acted as a small shield as you push through thin, scraggly branches, hoping the surrounding vegetation would slow down the pack, even if was just a few extra paces between the two of you.

A correction to the previous correction; Absolutely fucked didn't even begin to scratch the surface of the towering shit pile you had found yourself in. You had run straight towards a cliff edge, beneath it a stream impossible to swim against and would most likely lead you straight into the mouth of hell.

The excited yips and howls behind you made you turn. The lycans had gathered in a semi-circle around you, blocking off any chance you had of running in the opposite direction. They began licking their lips and slobbering down their chins as they inched closer towards you. Some jumping forward just to tease you and cause you to flinch. You held up the axe with two hands and you could swear you heard the lycans laughing at you.

"Back. OFF!" You made a swing at the first lycan that charged towards you, but the exhaustion from running so long had made you slow and it dodged easily before making its own swing at you in return. Its claws ripped through both your skin and shirt, cutting across your upper torso. "FUCK!" The adrenaline had chosen that moment to wear off, the pain of the deep gashes making you light-headed from the sudden white-hot pain. They laughed again as you fell to your knees, using the axe to hold you up from completely faceplanting into the snow.

Between being torn apart and drowning, neither were good options. Although drowning did seem to be the more pleasant choice of the two.

You scrambled and threw yourself over the cliff edge, barely missing the swiping hands of the lycans. It was almost funny to hear their angry shouts before the crashing of the river water surrounded you.

*****

The freezing temperature of the water knocked the air out of your lungs and panicked instinct caused you to take a breath while your head was still fully submerged by the water. You were choking, unable to grab a clear breathe as the current took you along, repeatedly bobbing your head under the surface of the water and let you out long enough for you to cough up only some of the water before bringing you back under again.

You were fading, losing any sense of what was up or down, your left to your right. Your head was fuzzy and you could feel the water in your lungs splashing and swirling inside. It was harder to push to the surface to get air now, your arms were rocks dragging you deeper.

It was the rock that hit against your back that gave you the rush you needed to pull yourself out. It broke the current's hold it had on you and you pulled yourself up and onto the riverbank, grasping your fingers into the thick mud to drag yourself out until it was only the bottom half of your legs left in the water.

The water finally rose to the surface and you vomited it up next to you before coughing against your first clear breath. You couldn't drag yourself out any further, you could only lay with half your face in the mud as you took haggard breaths. The constant adrenaline that had been running through you now left you feeling nauseous, the splitting headache in your skull intensifying the feeling as your vision spun.

One moment it was still bright, the next it was pitch black. You swore you had only closed your eyes for a second to blink away the mud in your eyes, but now it was night.

The water from the stream was now lapping at your waist, its tide had risen a few inches over the hours you had been out cold. With how freezing it was in this godforsaken place your clothes were still soaked through from your little voyage in the river, not only chilling you further but adding extra weight for you to carry as you tried to sit up. Mud and dirt clung to your skin and shredded clothes, the water practically glueing it to you. If the blood loss from the gashes on your chest didn't kill you the infection surely would, but that was a problem for your future self to deal with.

It was hard enough pushing yourself to your knees, let alone standing. The axe in which would have provided some level of support was now long gone, either back on the cliff edge or somewhere at the bottom of the river. It had only been a small comfort for a few minutes, yet you found yourself missing it all the same.

Wrapping your arms around yourself to preserve any hint of body warmth you had left, you made your way up the small embankment outlining the river, taking it slow in hopes of not sliding back down again to where you had started. Just like before, every step was hell, but in a sense, you had become accustomed to that sensation now. Quite frankly, you had no idea what kept pushing you forward through this nightmare.

By this point, you didn't care where you were going, the building that sat on the horizon looked like heaven compared to where you were now. The looming greatness of its size was welcoming by this point and the smoke billowing out of its main tower might as well have been a cosy fireplace in a dingy forest cabin.

You could hear static from the speakers that rested on the corners of the building like the place was alive and speaking, while the land around it was dead and frozen. The feeling of relief was beginning to dissipate as you pushed on the heavy metal door that lead inside.

There was nothing else surrounding you and this was your only path forward. Each choice you made seemed to be another way to die, you were just prolonging your end. Still, if you were going to die whether it be by some monstrous psycho dog or a raging infection, you might as well be warm. And Christ was it warm inside the factory.

The building was no doubt alive in a more metaphorical sense. You could just faintly hear the sharp clanging of metal and machinery through the walls, the sound making the floor and the litter that laid on it vibrate. Oil drums, metal sheets, poles of various lengths were scattered in the corners and against the walls of the room you had found yourself in.

You grabbed one of the shorter poles that would be easiest to carry. While the pole was hollow it was also heavy, your attacks would be slow, but you could gather enough momentum within them to land a hard hit if anything was to come your way.

The first door you pushed against was locked from the other side by a deadbolt, but the door adjacent to it was unlocked and lead you down a narrow, poorly lit hallway. Grunge was one way to describe the factory, filthy was another. With such little light, you repeatedly found yourself tripping over discarded pieces of junk and metal. Each 'clang' and 'clunk' you made as something was knocked over made you grind your teeth together as if it would help dampen the sound.

Pushing open a set of double doors revealed the factory in its entirety - it was much bigger on the inside than what it appeared to be on the outside. You hadn't gone up or down any flights of stairs yet you found yourself staring down at several storeys that had been beneath the factory. It was disorientating; large pipes and vents emerged from the stone walls billowing steam and smog, large cogs turned as production conveyor belts carried along the hanging bodies-

"What the fuck?" You felt that nausea return as bile rose in your throat. Bodies, hundreds of them just dangling and swinging. Yet their shadows were wrong; their figures were distorted, chests too large and bulky compared to their much thinner legs and arm. Arm singular, one of their arms seemed to be larger and longer than the other like there was something attached to it. From this distance, they were too small to make out properly. You leaned against the balcony barrier and squinted your eyes in hopes it would help you get a better look.

The high-pitched sound of a large drill caught your attention on your left side. Through the smog from a nearby vent, you could see a dot of red light. The drilling sound picked up again, but this time twice as loud and several more red lights joined the first.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. For a moment it was a standoff, one waiting for the other to move. Despite the fog separating the both of you, there was no doubt you were staring at each other.

And again you found yourself running, not even bothering to glance at what was chasing you this time; whoever or whatever ran after you was large by the sound it made on the metal walkway.

You were so tired of running. Your legs were protesting against you to just stop and your lungs felt like fire due to the constant abuse and sharp breaths. You couldn't keep doing this.

Just fuck it.

Gripping the metal pole in your hand you turned and charged at what was behind you. The pole impaled straight through the chest of the not-quite-human figure, missing the very important looking light the rest over its heart. On any other occasion, what you had done would have disgusted you, but with your mind running a hundred miles a minute, it couldn't process anything.

One moment your hands were splattered with blood that wasn't your own, the next you were on the floor after being kicked down by whatever you had just run through. This time you weren't getting back up on your own.

"What the fuck are you idiots doing?" That voice from earlier, what was his name again? "Christ, looks like you've been through hell." There was something akin to amusement in his tone but easily turned to annoyance. Whether that annoyance was directed at you or someone else you couldn't tell.

Heisenberg, that was his name, the one with a funny accent you couldn't seem to place. He crouched in front of you, appearing to be examining you, shifting your shirt with the tips of his gloved fingers to get a better look at the wound that the lycan had made. That felt like forever ago now.

"Well, could be worse... you could be dead. The fact that you've made it this far is impressive though." Heisenberg grabbed one of your wrists before standing back up and pulling you along against the floor, the tension it caused against the gash on your chest caused you to let out a hiss from the pain. "Time to go."

[nix-the-cryptid]

PERSONAL HEADCANNON TIME!!!!

So it seems to be widely accepted that Karl would listen to Rock/Metal when it comes to music. Which is great bc I LIVE FOR ROCK AND ROLL!!!!

BUT!!!!

Have we considered the possibility of Heisenberg listening to music from the 40s and 50s? Like, it’s assumed he was taken as a child sometime around the 1940s so, just like anyone else who’d want to make up for a missed childhood, he’d try to relive that point in time.

That being said, if anyone has any ideas as to what songs Heisenberg would ACTUALLY LISTEN TO, feel free to let me know! I wanna put a playlist together.

[bunnyplots]

I just love the idea of finding the acoustics of certain rooms in Heisenberg's factory to be perfect for different types of singing. Like imagine you're wandering through a room that's perfect for sea shanties and all those tiktoks you binged come in handy. All of a sudden Heis walks in to you jamming out My Mother Told Me or The Wellerman as dramatically as possible and the room is making it sound EPIC. Later he walks in on some Broadway musical numbers, and still later finds you singing songs from memes. And he can't really do anything. I mean he could get angry and tell you to stop, but he's been alone for so long it's kind of endearing, while he also sometimes just wants to back away slowly hoping you didn't notice him come in.

Then, much later, you're not even in the room and he finds himself singing his favorites softly; or worse, has an earworm of the one meme song he really wanted to forget. He'd be so mad too. He'd make it to your shared living space to you singing while making dinner and just glare at you *so hard* while filling his whiskey glass and lighting a cigar.

[sonofcuthuwu]

Listen, listen, 1 am head cannon.

Heisenberg and s/o devolve into middle schoolers when they're in a dispute or play fighting. Like, non serious disagreement. Maybe not even fighting and just playing around.

What I mean is, the cranking up the middle finger, the patting your pockets looking for their opinion, the "does your face hurt because it's killing me" shit

Heisenberg has said, "sticks n stones bitch" at least once during these times. Probably dozens though.

Just goofy, childish, slightly petty shit that usually ends with you both laughing, then arguing about who cracked first.

[metal-bending-trashman-simp]

Alright so hear me out, I whole hearted believe Heisenberg likes Spiders. I mean the guy puts helicopter propellers in the heads of his creations for fun I think he would consider a animal with extra legs badass.

However, contrary to this is snakes.

He doesn’t like them because they have no legs and honestly this thought 👇 gives me so much serotonin.

Young Heisenberg: ???? What’s that… oh, little lizard where have your legs gone?

Snake:….-_- *slithers away*

Little Heisenberg:

Alternatively he makes them little robot legs cause they don’t have any and that’s also adorable.

[chloe-online]

you're making me want some stuff about karl with a teenage daughter or son, mayhaps he has fraternal twins and they're now GROWN. like. what kinda dad would he be to his teens in your eyes? 😳

im sorry this took so damn long. i have a commitment issue when it comes to writing, I have like 12 drafts just sitting waiting for me to finish them. I'm sorry if this isn't what u wanted either. i hope you enjoy anyway!

i think hed be a great father nonetheless but something in me is telling me he'd treat his daughter differently than if he had sons. I'll write for both in the form of headcanons because i haven't been writing and I feel bad.

Fraternal Daughters:

- he'd love his daughter literally so fucking much omfg. like more than alcina loves hers.

- he'd be protective over them but to an extent, they're allowed to live their teenage lives but they just have to be careful.

- he wouldn't force them to stay away from boys, but he does want to meet any boyfriends they do have, and he wants you to be careful. make sure that they arent being used, and hed always ask them how their relationship is.

- he would want them to stay away from drinking. especially at parties, he fears of what would happen if they drank too much and some asshole used her. of course when they're in their late teens (16, 17ish) he'd love to be able to sit down and have a few drinks with them.

- he would definitely be in on a lot of tea parties, and hed be playing with a concerning amount of dolls, but his daughters always have amazing ideas when it comes to playing with dolls.

- KARL IS AMAZING AT TUCKING IN HIS DAUGHTERS AND GIVING THEM A GOOD NIGHT KISS ON THE FOREHEAD OMGGVYG

- depending on their personalities hed be a little dork by teasing them, and saying snarky things, but if they arent the type that welcomes that kind of behaviour that's fine too.

- he loves his daughters so much and he expresses that by hugging them, feeding them, playing with them, spoiling them with homemade toys, taking them on wild adventures, and just helping them grow into strong, capable adults. he's quite amazing.

Fraternal Sons:

- while a lot of what has been said for the daughters counts for his sons they'd still get treated differently.

- HE STILL LOVES HIS SONS SO MUCH LIKE MORE THAN ALCINA AND HER DAUGHTERSSS HGVBRJE

- again he's a protective guy, so hed let them ride out their teen years while placing down some rules.

- he wouldn't encourage them to go out and date girls but he'd be accepting just as long as they are old enough to understand what love really is. again he wants them to be careful, he wouldn't want his boys taken advantage of. he wants to meet any girlfriends of course and would ask how their relationship is going.

- again, stay away from drinking at parties. karl knows how neglected guys were to sexual assault so he wanted to make sure his sons were safe. drinking at home with him and his wife would be allowed, encouraged even.

- he would be watching a lot of superhero movies and playing with a crapton of action figures. he would melt when/if his sons were to make drawings and stories about him being a superhero and his metal powers were his superpowers. hed feel less insecure.

- karl would make things for them out of metal for sure, and hed buy things for them that he couldn't make. he def plays catch with both his sons.

- he'd be a tease and tease them in a very loving way, but if they didn't like it he would stop immediately.

- he really loves his sons and would be doing his best to help them with any bottled up feelings and mold them into adults.

either or:

- no matter the gender he will spoil them. he wants them to be happy.

- he will take care of you in anyway he needs to. his children are his little bundles of joy.

- he will help them study for school. he'll even teach himself how to do whatever they're learning so he can help.

- their mental health will be worked off if its bad. no question about it.

-he WILL NOT tolerate any use of illegal substances. same with any crimes. he refuses to raise a criminal. but he will try his best to help them stop doing whatever illegal thing they're doing but he'll only go so far after getting pushed away multiple times.

- he'll love his children no matter what, nothing can change that <3

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. idk why but ive been unmotivated to write. this was written over the span of a few days and I was very distracted so if its kinda all over the place apologize. i hope u enjoyed!

[headcanon-cafe]

hey! i love your writing, and i would love to see heisenberg reacting to reader being killed by ethan winters. thank you, have a lovely day!

Oh nooooo. Imma cry on this one. There is death btw if ya'll couldn't catch on. Plus description of dead body but like common it'd resident evil.

It was supposed to be simple. Get Ethan on his side and help each other defeat Mother Miranda or send him down to the Lycans and the others.

But... (Y/n) didnt leave the factory as Karl had warned her about... Nor did she know about Ethan... Nor paying attention, she was fixing up a surprise for Karl.

The last thing she expected was a bullet in her back. In a state of shock she couldn't react another way than to scream and then two more shots and just nothing...

When Karl heard her scream his heart quite literally dropped. He instantly started running to where he thought he heard the scream.

Metals around him where all insanely shaking and flying around. He couldn't even think straight.

This possessive man just heard the love of his life let out a life let out a blood curdling scream while this man who wasn't in think first mind state. Or if he was there's a chance he wouldn't hesitate.

He finally got to the room to see you but you were just laying there. He got to you but you were just... lifeless.

Hearing a gun shot near by rage instantly filled Karl. All he could think about was you and getting this fucking job done. In his rage it was kinda just blacked out.

When he woke up he was next to two bodies. The love of his life, and the man who took her from him, body missing an arm, head bashed in and missing chunks of his skin.

His whole body red and the taste of copper 10x's stronger. Walking to the phone in the room he called Mother Miranda. He just now noticed the big ass tears falling from his face til now. The frustration and anger being to much.

"Mother Miranda? Ethan officially gone but I need your fucking help now... please."

Request are open and encouraged!

[cynical-sprite]

Someone came up with the headcanon that Heisenberg's muscles twitch and spasm a lot/all the time because of the whole electricity thing due to his cadou mutation. This is definitely headcanon for me now. I mean, it's unlikely his mutation doesn't cause him some type of discomfort even if not as severe or noticeable as it is with others such as Moreau.

[metal-bending-trashman-simp]

Heisenberg and Chris are both equally as Emotionally constipated which means they share half of a brain cell when in emotional situations. Change my mind.

[bunnyplots]

Heisenberg's insecurities sometimes get the best of him, especially when he's extra stressed. Therefore, one day he speaks to you out of that place:

Heisenberg: "I can't believe you want to be with me, I'm not that great a guy to be around."

You: "Of course I want to be with you! Why would a little murderous revenge or grave robbing put me off you?"

Heisenberg: "You're so nice, and you have patience I could only dream of having. I just yell at dead bodies and metal all day because they don't behave. For the life of me I don't know how you have the devotion of *all* my stolats."

You: I mean yelling at them doesn't exactly help...

Heisenberg: "No...but I've tried to treat them like pets the way you do and they behave just the same as always."

You: "Why are you comparing yourself to me all of a sudden?"

Heisenberg shuffles his feet and looks away, face flushed.

"I...I find I really like you lot more than I previously thought. And...well, after 70 years alone in this shit hole with only dead bodies and lycans for company...I don't much like how it's changed me."

You pull him close and plant a kiss on his forehead, cradling his face with a hand.

"I mean, there have been a few times I really wanted to sell your soul to the devil for a single corn chip, but I've managed to get past them. You will be able to as well with time."

Heisenberg laughs at this, picturing the scene. His face splits in a big grin.

Heisenberg: "How big a corn chip are we talking about?"

You fix him with a look that only makes him giggle harder.

You: "With a boyfriend like you..." You roll your eyes.

Heisenberg: "Yes?" He says impishly.

You: "THAT'S the man I've fallen in love with. Just remember that when you're feeling down."

You lead him to the couch and pull him down for cuddles.

Heisenberg: "I'll try."

He says as he lays his head on your shoulder.

You: "Good. Because it would need to be a colossal chip indeed to make trading you worth it."