#gideonberg

[deerlaney]

Everyone draw them getting freaky NOW and I want it WEIRD AND EVIL DOCTORY

[a-smol-witch]

ALLRIGHT ! My Discord server is done ! ( i am so tired but i did it for the homies u.u )

Welcome to : 🌹GIDEONBERG-CLUB🌹

The GIDEONBERG minions are now welcome to join my server ! Write me in the comment and i will sent you an invitation ~ dont be shy :>

Note : READ PLEASE ! Once you are in , go to the biography section to introduce yourself . It can be short but i need to know if youre an adult or not ( or i will eventually kick you out ) and you can choose your pronom and i will tag you :>

Have fun and mostly , be respectful u.u

[loyal-likesam]

Gideonberg Headcanons because I want to participate in this crack ship!

I love this fandom with every fiber of my being btw, ya’ll are so creative <3

When they met, they both tried to kill each other. Victor tried to lure Karl in with that kind, helpful doctor shtick and Karl could see right through that shit. It ended in a fight where they both learned how strong they both were and gained a bit of respecr for the other.

Karl calls Victor ‘old man’ despite being older than him. It’s the only thing that Karl says to him that really gets a rile out of him.

They ragebait each other. It’s their love language.

I saw someone else say that Karl taps into Victor’s security cameras to talk to him? Love that, he would totally do that.

They’re both extremely smart. If these two made a real plan to do some damage, they’d be unstoppable. Chris and Leon wouldn’t have a chance. Luckily they’re too in love with each other rn to plan anything really damaging.

Ummm I think that’s it for now! Share your hc’s too, i’d love to talk about these two!

[diamondcitydarlin]

last one I swear !!!

[diamondcitydarlin]

"I'll give you something to study, Doc."

[diamondcitydarlin]

oops I did some more

[diamondcitydarlin]

“I’m not yours though,” Karl felt obligated to point out, even as he’d begun pistoning his hips on his own against the doctor’s lap like he was giving him a fucking lap dance or something, even as he was grabbing for purchase on Dr. Gideon’s chest, shoulders, biceps like he’d been starved of all this, something he’d never even properly touched before. He was just so mouth-wateringly huge, a vast expanse of teeming hot muscle under scaled, cracking skin, and Karl could now appreciate that fully, now that he was encased, wrapped up in the coiled heat of the man against him. “Not yet, anyway…”  That hadn’t been what he meant to say at all, instead something more along the lines of bringing up what he thought they had agreed upon prior (as if any of this weird shit was thoroughly discussed or planned in any way), but Victor had leaned down, taken a gentle hold of Karl’s hair, used that leverage to bare his neck just enough to begin planting hot, lingering, nectarous kisses down the slope from beneath his ear, and Karl once again started losing control of himself. 

Scene from my WIP Chapter 3 of The Serpent and the Stallion

[a-smol-witch]

I’ve been thinking about more headcanons for these two (or just… thoughts about them as a couple)

both when things are good — and when they’re not

When things are good:

Victor and karl actually get along… surprisingly well.

Mostly because victor doesn’t like yelling.

He doesn’t lose his temper over small things.

and karl?

karl tries.

He tries not to push too far, not to provoke him like he does with everyone else.

Because victor is the only one who understands him.

The only one who stays.

—

they’re both workaholics.

so neither of them feels neglected when the other gets lost in their work.

karl disappears into his workshop for hours, surrounded by metal and noise.

victor isolates himself in his research center at rhodes hill, buried in notes and experiments.

they don’t mind the distance.

but that doesn’t mean they like it.

because every time they see each other again, there’s this quiet relief.

like finally being able to breathe again.

They love to laugh

a lot.

especially karl.

he’s always saying something stupid, something sarcastic, or proudly telling victor about the latest “prank” he pulled on someone.

And the best moments?

are when he actually makes victor laugh.

like, really laugh.

not just a polite smile.

but something real, something unguarded.

and karl lives for those moments.

—

boundaries

karl didn’t really understand the concept before.

but victor taught him.

gently. patiently.

whether it’s a comment that goes too far, or something that makes victor uncomfortable — he communicates it.

and karl learns.

slowly.

and in return, victor learns too.

They compromise.

They adjust.

they meet each other halfway.

(also: for some reason, both of them have to be reminded to brush their teeth. constantly.)

when things go wrong:

even if they try not to… fights still happen.

especially at the beginning.

—

“why is there a bottle from my sister’s collection here?”

“don’t tell me you’ve developed her kind of taste.”

karl gets jealous.

angry.

offended.

Why would that be here of all things?

“you take everything personally.”

“it was a gift, karl. are you seriously going to start a fight over a bottle of wine?”

“i should’ve just stayed in my office and worked.”

and that’s how it starts.

small.

stupid.

but it escalates.

sometimes it’s about the wine.

sometimes it’s about victor drinking too much.

sometimes it’s about his taste — the rings, the belts, the coats, the way he carries himself.

and sometimes it’s karl.

The smoking.

the teasing that goes too far.

the same dirty shirt victor hates seeing him wear.

It builds.

until one of them walks away.

or both.

they spend time apart.

hours.

sometimes a full night without sharing the same bed.

and that’s when it really hurts.

victor is quiet. hurt. angry in that controlled, restrained way of his.

karl?

karl is angry too.

but underneath that…

he feels guilty.

he always does.

and karl hates that feeling.

so he tries to fix it.

in his own way.

How ?

he shows up with victor’s favorite food.

leaves stupid, awkward messages.

sometimes even flowers, if he’s really desperate.

anything to make it right again.

because at the end of the day…

no matter how much they clash,

no matter how different they are,

they always find their way back to each other.