[lordheis]

⚙️⛓️ # LORDHEIS is an indie & private rp blog of 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒'𝑠 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆 . — — factory-made by NATTY ! 25+. she/her.

extremely headcanon based. 𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙔 𝙊𝙉 . . . the dead walking again. dr. frankenstein's work. fearing your mother. longing for the family you never had. humor as a coping mechanism. becoming the anti-villain. obsession and compulsion. the brain, not the heart.

[lordheis]

GRRRR HELLO ALL i am mulling over writing and finding the time / energy to be creative again. i work a lot these days and thats all fine and well but i need to get back into my HOBBIES!!!

blogs are hard and such a time commitment but . but. what if i made a multimuse.... or should i try to become active on this blog first ?? thinking

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⚠️ + doesn't have uno.

" NOR TWO, NOR THREE, NOR FOUR, NOR FIVE -- "

[divinerpresources]

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Warning”)

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so anyway, join @residentevil-safehaven

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update

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dream. one of our characters visits the other in a dream. (amelia vc: hi 😌)

it is one of the same recurring nightmares, as it always has been. THIS MACHINE WAS NOT BUILT TO DREAM. but in the same notion, this man was not designed to follow any rules imposed upon him. never. against his very nature, lord heisenberg laid in a restless sleep, twitching, fighting, dreaming of a world where everything moved with silent urgency. familiar, yet warped under a harsher, critical lens. the picture came into view : the romanian village, a summer from long ago, and a vicious heat. an unnatural heat. it pulsated through the very earth, like the ovens and furnaces heisenberg tended to from his own factory floors ; day in, day out.

civilians stormed the dirt paths, arms extended, fingers flexed forward. they were marching, reaching, going towards the church -- what the fuck were they searching for ?! -- karl had no desire to know. for in this dream, he was younger, more vulnerable. his hair shaped an interesting blend ; once a mousey brown, now with roots glinting on grey. his skin was more pale, his figure lighter ... his eyes shone with an innocence long forgotten. karl fought through the crowd of villagers, sliding between moving bodies. there was a distant silhouette he could make out -- further away, remaining still amongst the chaos. an escape. an answer. karl felt himself urged to move forward. for a moment, he could almost recognize ... ? " a -- amelia ? " youthful tone calls out with desperation. " amelia! please, amelia, HELP ! "

[trimycete]

𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 , ɪᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — — 

e-003. " elisabeth ", third in the e-series. a perfectionist til the end of her line. as penned by geoff.  ( bio  /  art cred ) —  follows back from ofmold.

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(loud video tw)

i have said this before and i will say it again here. caseoh is incredibly heisenberg coded. specifically like this. if you can’t imagine karl heisenberg throwing fucking hissy fits like this in his factory every hour then you’re WRONG!!!!

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@mcrtuary, from here!

fire is met with fire in this exchange, and heisenberg does not so much as hesitate to spit back a nasty remark at the other man helping him with their current ' transport. ' this line of work really is too much, sometimes -- maybe flipping burgers wouldn't be the end of the world ? " ... it's just as about as helpful as you're bein' right now, kid. " heisenberg straightens out his own back and flexes his arms, pulling the body cart further towards the corner of the lot where he's parked his van. inconspicuous, totally. " don't you do this for a living--?! i mean, come on -- PUSH, damn it !! god ! "

[lordheis]

@canonfoddcr / @greedything , from here.

There’s a lot to be said between the two bodies so closely confined with each other. At the moment, though, Karl wouldn’t say any of it — mind and mouth were already preoccupied, and it’s no doubt that he wasn’t in the correct headspace to be wording himself like a snake charmer ; despite how much he knew Duke loved the efforts.

Karl had been nursing off of the same can of beer for a good while, and in between each lazy sip, his head croons forward in order to find any available nooks and crannies around Duke’s neck.

“ Oh, quit it, “ he practically whines. “ You’ve had hungry eyes since you saw me enter the room. “ Kisses are planted on showing skin. Around the collarbone. Jawline. Corners. “ You aren’t so innocent. “

[lordheis]

You compensate for a tiny penis with that giant hammer. Don't even try to deny it for a second.

" OKAY. well. “

heisenberg has redirected his attention to his mighty war hammer — which he summons into his grip with the flex of a palm and digits. onlookers would witness the lord walk right up to the little wooden mailbox posted at his property’s edge.

… they might also witness karl lifting his hammer feet above his own head, and SLAMMING it down onto the mailbox, multiple times over, until nothing but splinters remain. bye bye mailbox.

[lordheis]

you look like a "before" picture

" . . . i don't even understand what the fuck this one means. "

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Yeah now that they mention it, you look like you smell.

" not this shit again, for the -- " he is going to start ripping out his own hair. " I have running water in the factory. I bathe regularly. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH ??? " hands are flexing and unflexing strenuously. " -- du nerviger, immer wiederkehrender kleiner Schmerz ?! "

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I don't mean to be rude but do you genuinely think it was a good idea to make sure your fucked-up giant metal monster form also had a dumbass hat

" I don't mean to be RUDE -- " ah, fuck, here he goes. you've riled him up, well done. " but can you take a look at any documentation of that mutation and genuinely expect me to have a SINGLE FUCKING EXPLANATION THAT MAKES A LICK OF SENSE ?! " he is waving his arms around, now, and it's accompanied with the compulsive, circular pacing you'd expect to see from any 'mad scientist.'

" those memories are about as clear to me as a fuckin' windowshade ! and by that I mean ... NOT AT ALL !!! i was a little busy trying not to BE MURDERED !?! "

[lordheis]

im fucking crying i need you all to realize that I DID NOT REBLOG THE ANONYMOUS BULLY MY MUSE MEME and yet the bullying asks ARE PILING UP LMFAOOOOO

[lordheis]

Find a goddamn stylist and stop looking like a homeless bum.

" oh my god, " heisenberg erupts into the loudest, drawn-out groan you've heard in . . . well, that depends on how often you talk to him, I suppose. " I don't look like -- I'm not a BUM ! " His arms go up and down, gesturing desperately to his own frame and ever-muted, ever-muddied attire. " do you think I've got the time or luxury to do what I do in a suit, or something ?! FUCK OFF -- !! "

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You're ugly. -anon

"Here's a picture of me killing you by beating you to death. Is that the right hand, by the way--? Don't know, don't really care."