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COLLUDE. independent & selective KARL HEISENBERG from RESIDENT EVIL. canon divergent & headcanon heavy. ocs & crossovers encouraged. written by aries (he/him). sporadic activity.
carrd. promo. blogroll: @bransles @oocca @thresholds
happy munday look at me and my bf's pride fits from this past saturday
thinking about heis experiencing the joys of the modern world. i think a really good tavern burger would knock him on his ass
gotta admit working in law does make me feel a bit like a psycho sometimes because we will be dealing with Actually Horrid Shit and the general attitude in the office is "get a load of this guy"
my blogs always enter a spike of inactivity starting at pride month every year which is kinda funny but it's just because my summers are busy
eyes shoot open code veronica remake
neil newbon doing the heisenberg voice again for until dawn 2 heard him in the trailer and felt like i got tased
happy pride ladies gaydies and theydies
@tv1rus sent: ❛ how do you know my name? ❜ (from elena at tv1rus!!) // silent hill 2 starters.
morning and afternoon look much the same in the mountains except for the direction of the shadows. even in the warmer seasons, the village rarely sees any hard, burning blue sky — the days run balmy at their most generous. which makes it entirely his own fault.
really, it’s his fault for not being more observant to realize he left the factory for the little workshop at zenith and walked straight into the village at its most insufferably alive. it should have been no surprise since it was always the same. some apparently chafe at the monotony from what he’s heard, frustratingly recognizing a slow suffocation yet still ever – so loyal to their beloved mother miranda — while others of what he’d consider dimmer mind found the rhythm of chores and prayer that had always ruled in their little mountain village somehow soothing. he has no strong opinion either way. he simply would have preferred to avoid it.
lucky for the village, then, that heisenberg is in a good mood today. a good enough mood that when a girl crosses his path, he doesn’t just look through her. he tips his head. a single, abbreviated nod. “ elena. ”
and she looks at him like he’s just done a trick.
how do you know my name?
the answer that wants to come out ( you fucking live here, don’t you? ) sits on his tongue — to her credit — to some credit — it’s not an entirely unreasonable reaction. the lord heisenberg isn’t exactly known for mingling with the village peons ( though he likes to think he's at least the most willing of his siblings to surface and be seen in passing ). at most, he might be seen chatting up a few of the village men for some business, but seldom anything more. he doesn’t recall ever having even the smallest exchange of words with this girl before. he believes he only knows her name because he had heard it in passing when she was speaking to old luiza, who is impossible to not know.
“ what, ” he starts, the word landing flat as a stone, “ wouldn't be very neighborly of me if i didn’t know, hm? ”
and if she’s wary, edging toward something more cautious, that’s her own doing, really. she had a clean exit and she fumbled it, and she has just extended this conversation by acting so shocked.
@shadowsceptered // ♡
“ you’ve got a certain look in your eyes. ” cold, unwavering. there is a strange comfort in hatred when it’s familiar, when it burns so clean and recognizable.
heisenberg’s... uninvited and unannounced guest is currently surrounded by haulers who have formed up around him, six of them in a loose perimeter. none of them had attacked. no lunge, no snap, no snarl, no grinding advance of metal on concrete. which meant they had clocked something unusual enough to pause. given that the only things they don’t immediately attempt to tear apart are kin.
“ you didn’t knock, ” he says then, almost good – natured — sitting right on top of the obvious question.
@viscerarotw sent: do you even feel guilty? // stirring the pot.
guilty, generally speaking, is not a word that really exists in heisenberg’s vocabulary. guilt implies hesitation, remorse, some lingering wound left behind by one’s own choices — and he feels none of it. no sting. no sleepless conscience. every brutal thing he’s done has dragged him one step closer to breaking free from his cage, and as far as he’s concerned, survival strips morality down to its barest function.
and it is, generally speaking, a useless emotion in his opinion. guilt. regret. indulgent little emotions for people who can afford the luxury of looking backwards. you can spend the rest of your life genuflecting at the altar of what you should have done, what you shouldn’t have done, but it doesn’t change the present. cataloguing your sins won’t make the world move an inch for you. what is would not, and could not, be begged away by a man on his knees. and heisenberg would sooner bite off his own tongue off than continue to live on his knees.
“ guilty about what? ” he sneers, the word curdling in his throat, “ i was simply prepared to do whatever it would take to be rid of that bitch — now why exactly would i feel guilty about that? ”
why should he? he’s supposed to break open, is he? flay himself alive because he adapted to what had been forced on him? he certainly never asked miranda to cut him open and shove a goddamn parasite into his body — he never asked to be displayed like some prized science project, tolerated only because he’d been lucky enough to not devolve into a drooling, snarling shell of himself incapable of any higher thought.
he learned the rules of his cage and made the most of them. anyone would have done the same if they had the spine for it.
and now mia winters — disaster magnet, the architect of the catastrophe that’s found her doorstep — wants to stand there and judge him for it.
“ besides, mrs. winters... ” he lowers his voice, drawing out that final s until it almost hisses, “ given your own résumé, i don’t see how you’re in any position to be so precious about it. ”
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@biovile ( chris ) // ♡
“ you’ve been avoiding me, ” he says. there is no accusatory tone in his voice, he merely states it as a fact. “ i’d like to ask why — have i done something to offend you, alpha? ” the callsign curls off his tongue with a kind of sourness, something between a smirk and a sneer. figures a thick – necked jackass like redfield would pick something like that. “ after all, we’re all on the same team, aren’t we? ”
the man’s been ice ever since ever since ethan ran into him in his factory — good thing he did too, because the bastard had been about two seconds away from blowing the place with both him and unknowingly ethan in it to kingdom come — he clearly doesn’t trust him. redfield watches him like he’s waiting. like he’s just sure heisenberg’s going to drive the knife in the moment someone looks away. like he has any room to talk though, he thinks with bitter amusement. chris redfield isn’t exactly on ethan’s good side at the moment on account of, well, keeping literally everything a secret from him. at least for all his flaws, heisenberg can say he’s honest.
... oh! is that what he’s so mad about?
“ don’t tell me... ” he drawls, then clicks his tongue like a parent expressing mild disappointment at a child, “ you’re feeling a little bit sore that ethan’s getting all buddy – buddy with me right now, and not you! ”
“ what the fuck does edgelord mean? ”
“i think you’d like that too much, if i let you stroke anything of mine.” ethan bites back. today has been trying his patience, and the lord is no better.
he’d lost fingers, his hand, he was not in the mood for ego boosting. no matter how formidable heisenberg acted, ethan had already chewed up and spit out the rest of his siblings. if heisenberg didn’t get out of his way, he’d be next, right along with miranda, he promised that much.
“you’re going to leave rose out of this, and if you don’t want to join your siblings i suggest you put up or shut up.” his lip curls up in a snarl, looking crazed and full of blood lust. even without a weapon as he is, because heisenberg had stripped him of them, he was willing to do some damage.
ethan was sick and tired of this shithole village, these fucking beasts, and these fucking lords. they could all go to hell as far as he was concerned. chris too, for a matter of fact.
the laugh that rips out of heisenberg is a loud, unkind guffaw that echoes off the rusting walls. he slews a bitter look towards ethan. there’s something raw in the man’s face. the veneer of that daddy determination has cracked clean through, and what's underneath is ugly and mean; a man scraped down past the point of any patience and closer to the bone. heisenberg’s eyes drag over him with fresh attention. push a man to the edge, and he’ll show who he really is — and so far heisenberg has certainly enjoyed everything he’s seen.
“ oh, come now, ethan, ” he drawls, tone still that teasing register, “ i'd make sure we both like it. ”
then he turns away, a short, percussive ha! barking out of him as he does. “ put up or shut up, ” he echoes, something almost thoughtful in it, “ i don’t know why you’re angry with me, ethan — i said i’d lend you a hand, and your little rose stays safe and sound and very much not weaponized. ” trustworthy he is not, and heisenberg would be the first to admit it, but miranda’s leash is reason enough for him to keep this particular promise.
heisenberg pivots back around to face him, and then keeps moving, officially and thoroughly invading ethan’s personal space. close enough that the man would have to actively choose not to look at him. or take a swing. “ you know, i don't blame you for being so stressed, papa, ” he continues, voice lowering to nearly gravel, “ you deal with the nightmare back in america, only to come here and do it all over again — and the worst still has yet to come! ”
he clicks his tongue in fabricated sympathy, and tucks his hand under the man’s chin, making him raise his hazel eyes. “ you’re exhausted. running on fumes and adrenaline, aren’t you? ”
If only it were that easy, then maybe this entire situation wouldn't have been so confusing for both parties involved, nor panic inducing. It was painful to even knowledge that - yes - staying for only a "short while" was just a pipe dream at this stage, but one has to work with the hand they are dealt — be it good, decent or just straight up abysmal. Thankfully Quartz had not only a smart head on her shoulders, but many, many years of experience in regards to research and development to at least get started in the right direction.
Inner workings clicked and hummed as ideas and complicated calculations started to take form in her mind, bouncing about wildly to see what could feasibly work in the interim and what might be a waste of time. In the immediate vicinity, and what she had seen upon her arrival, it was clear there was no shortage of raw materials to work with. Pretty solid start, all things considered. Yet it was only then that Quartz came to a realization, one that could give quite the advantage in terms of piecing something together in a more timely manner; what were the chances that other items had made the same jump? It was clear that the chances weren't zero, ending up in this village was plenty proof of that; but if there were functioning devices or even a handful of electrope, Quartz wouldn't have to go through the embarrassing process of recycling a limb or two.
Don't touch anything that's humming. Or growling.
Painfully simple instructions that even a toddler could follow, but the latter gave Quartz pause. Such a peculiar thing to say, that. Any normal person would easily chalk it up as a joke, but in an unfamiliar place, it would be wise to heed anything that could be considered a warning than to simply brush it off without a second thought. Better safe than sorry, as they say; even though threats of a physical nature weren't very high on her ever expanding list of concerns.
Quartz couldn't help but laugh, unable to catch the onset before a gloved hand reached up to intervene and muffle any further bids of “escape”.
“Oh, don't be fooled. I'm far more hardy than you could imagine.”
Anything would be better than sleeping outside, but Quartz was used to that too. The nights where she and countless soldiers under her command would listen and wait for the deafening roar of thunder overhead, masking the sounds of their approaching footfalls to catch their enemies by surprise. The nights illuminated by violet fulgur, cooking by modest campfires and telling tales of things long, long forgotten to a young prince as he fell asleep....
So this is what it was like to truly be homesick.
"That is more than enough. Thank you, truly." Quartz moved her hand away from her mouth, only for fingertips to gently settle on the side of her chin in a pensive manner. "I should probably change my manner of dress to be less... striking. Something a little more humble?"
she laughed. the sound of it bounced off iron walls that likely hadn’t heard anything like it. but the thing was, nothing heisenberg said had been a joke. not even slightly. not even in the neighborhood of slightly. he studied her from beneath the brim of his hat for a moment, something unreadable turning over behind those dark lens. to her credit, she’d taken every single thing she’d encountered with a composure that bordered on the extraordinary, as if inoculated to shock — which was more than what he could say for any outsiders. though most outsiders, to be blunt about it, didn't manage much of anything; they arrived in the village confused and frightened and they tended to end up in a condition that made both irrelevant.
he supposed, he thought, that she might have come from somewhere where strange was simply the weather. which, given the whole dimension business, probably tracked. really, this entire situation was strange. he still wasn’t entirely convinced she simply hadn’t accidentally paid donna’s realm a visit first and was currently on some pollen – high.
“ i’ll take your word for it, ” he said, and left the considerable remainder of his thoughts exactly where they were. she didn’t look all that hardy. she looked like she’d been assembled with a great deal of care by someone who had opinions about aesthetics. but he knew better than to judge by appearances.
and hey, heisenberg was feeling a bit generous, so he might be willing to make some quick accommodations should quartz have requested them. or rather, admittedly generous wasn’t quite it, because generous implied selflessness and he wasn’t about to insult his own intelligence — possessive was more like it — she was definitely interesting and interesting things were a finite resource in this village. he currently had to compete with the objectively cozier castle dimitrescu, and oh, alcina would initially be perfectly cordial to quartz. she'd welcome any woman with open arms and mean it, right up until the moment she decided to use the poor gal for her virgin blood wine shit. he'd be damned if he would let the first person in who – knows – how – long to not immediately piss him off yet in some manner fall victim to his oversized ‘ sister ’ who had still not fully worked out how to express her particular appreciation for other women without defaulting to stringing them up and bleeding them into a wine bottle.
“ humble, ” he snorted.
it was not an unreasonable suggestion — pragmatic, even, which heisenberg approved of as a general philosophy. the village did not take well to things that stood out, and she stood out in approximately ten different ways he could identify at a glance.
“ oh, yeah, ” he continued, “ you stick out like a really sore thumb. ”
idly, he patted his coat pockets as he thought, until a palm found the shape of what he was looking for and he fished out a cigar. he placed it between his teeth, but not yet lighting it, instead letting the scent of vague cardamom and cinnamon fill his nostrils, something almost incongruously warm about it against the factory's perpetual perfume of metal and machine oil.
“ can’t help you there. nothing i've got will fit you. hell, a burlap sack would probably do more for you than anything i — ” he stopped. blinked. “ actually... ” he took the cigar from his mouth, and pointed it towards quartz. “ i could ask one of my... sisters. ” donna, specifically. alcina was immediately out of the running on the grounds that anything from her wardrobe would fit quartz approximately like a circus tent, and beyond the purely logistical problem there was the separate issue of alcina asking questions he wouldn’t want to answer. donna, on the other hand, would simply provide. no interrogation as to why he would have been asking for women’s clothing.