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malusrecord · 7 months
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What kind of cannibalism are you?
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Muse: Heisenberg
Result: autocannibalism
the practise of eating parts of ones own body. you consider yourself an introvert. private and reserved. you don't like asking for help, even when you need it. secretly your biggest fear is being abandoned, which is why you abandon others first. in the end you will be your own destroyer. you stay in a dark room, curled up like a worm, eating yourself.
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blood-red-ocean · 6 months
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I have a headcanon that after Alcina mutates and returns to human form she has her wings for a couple weeks longer and she uses them as a blanket for herself and/or her love. Mayhaps she flies around the Castle with her daughters. Mayhaps she accidentally whacks Karl in the back of the head
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stellahaze135 · 1 year
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I’d like to think in the Mafia Au @imthegreenfairy88 and I have been discussing, that for the most part Karl’s the same old glorious trash man that he is, but it’s mostly by choice and not giving a damn- MOST of the time. Like he has every ability to clean up nice and has knowledge of the finer things in life. In this au, the Village wasn’t stuck for the lack of a better term in the early 1900s. They’re all able to have cell phones and The Duke even sells everything from video games to cars, to the trendiest foods.
So all that said, when I tell you this mf’er knows how to clean up and don the classy suits! ‘Goddamn it I know how to dress like a mob doss Alcina get off of my damn back for once!’
He also drinks his whiskey in fine crystal glasses even in the depths of the factory. Basing off his fine cigar choice, I deduced he knows how to indulge in the finer things in life, but unlike his giant sister Karl isn’t obnoxious in his tastes. (I love Lady D as much as everyone else I mean she’s THE mommy milkers but Victorian design in general was literally kinda intended to be gawdy.)
Oh also, he’s got SO MANY pickup trucks/work trucks! And for some reason I keep associating Karl with the song ‘Wait in The Truck’ by HARDY, but like we all know Metal Daddy would not be going to jail in that scenario! Like maybe that scenario, him finding her on the outskirts of the Village running from her abusive ex and he beats the life outta him, and whisks her away, maybe that’s how he meets his assistant Buttercup?
And then he kinda molds her (no pun intended) into his perfect companion, and releases her inner badass femme fatale!
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steriotypicaloutlaw · 2 years
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So um, comparing the heights of some of my muses and-
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internal-bleating · 2 years
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As much as I love six pack abs shirtless Heisenberg, I'm a firm believer that that guy has a dad bod and that opinion cannot be swayed.
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coreofgold · 2 years
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@tragcdysewn​ for Bela 
“Bela ?  Is that you ?”  Heisenberg asked, walking over a dead body as if it was a log.  “When the fuck did you get here ?”  
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idyllicserendipity · 2 years
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@villageoflords ❤️
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spkyscry-a · 2 years
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It’s so funny to use the puppet icons for this.
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knightfeared · 2 years
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◆  @thxwxlf​  |   KEKIPI SAUVAGE   →  
  ❝  the hell are you supposed to be? ❞  @ Heisenberg  ❞
╰( BATMAN (2022) STARTERS )
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A BROW ARCHES THE SHARPENED CURVE OF A TOOTHY, AMUSED SMILE FOLLOWING NOT FAR BEHIND.
Gaze narrowing behind the dark  &  clouded lenses of his rounded glasses, the man cocks his head to the side in an assessing manner. Taking a few slow, measured steps in closer, silver gaze flittering across the woman's form, even he can't deny, there's something strange about her. Different. But nothing in a way he can put his finger on.
Hmm.  .  .
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It sparks some curiosity, but not enough to know whether he should even bother investigating further. After all, why should he? Unless it helped him in some way furthering his own goals, would it really be worth it to bother digging elsewhere? Coming to a stop, oil-stained boots come to a halt, crunching along the rocks  &  snow along the ground, dirtying them further.
A low chuckle trickles past grinning lips as he shakes his head, moving to bring his cigar up to his lips, an ever present air of nonchalance clinging to him firmly just as the smoke did. She had a fire  -  no ounce of fear shown in her eyes. A little small talk couldn't hurt, he muses.
                                                  ❝   — Funny - I should be asking you that. You aren't local, are you? ❞
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malusrecord · 2 months
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uncanny8ellen · 2 years
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Some songs show me images. Inspirations. I rant instead of writing fics. Cuz who has time for that? I barely got time to eat. But I always got time to say how Hunter got it bad for the Mechanical Lord. Maybe too spicy for empty stomach lol.
I like the phrase 'mental breakout'. I came up with that from a song. Hysteria - Muse
That song fits Hunter so well when he lets himself go. Here's this chill, calm, self-effacing fella who likes to perch on the highest branches and stare off into horizon for hours on end.
Then a certain metal hobo pushes one too many wrong(correct) buttons and he goes 'So you can talk the talk. Let's see if you can handle the walk.'
Really, he didn't even blink an eye when Karl broke his arm to bits, took all the temper tantrums with the adeptness of a seasoned parent, caught and dragged his unconscious ass to the bed since the dumbass erased the concept of sleep from his dictionary, kept off any wayward villagers or lycans off of the said man's territory, all the while collecting Intel for the stinky man and doing his part of the job around the village.
So he's a little stressed.
His humanity was purely a product of nurturing. His nature only ever speaking in ravenous hunger or absolute apathy doesn't help.
Karl getting in his face with those glimmering eyes too often alight with blazing golden fire doesn't help.
Those full lips curling around cigar into well-loved but such insufferable smirk doesn't help.
As Lumber once wisely said, "My brother might have a patience of a saint, but don't go thinking that he is one."
They fuck for days and no work in factory gets done. "I thought you were gonna break me.", "Where's that confidence, my Lord?"
There is absolutely no more place left on his skin to mark. Neck, shoulders, back, chest, thighs, just name it. There's a cut on his cheek that's still bleeding. Some tears on lips from bites that can't quite be called kissing. Karl bit too hard one time and honest to God he felt his canines hitting a bone. Just when he tries to pull back in actual concern what does the maniac say? "Now that's a bite."
He gives as good as he gets too. After they're done chomping down like they want to cannibalize each other rather than fuck, they lap up the blood, all the while the brutal pounding never slowing.
When Hunter got too frantic Heisenberg tried tying him down with chains, like many times before, then soon finds out that Hunter let himself be chained down, because this time he just tugs and breaks the thing off, just like that, and immediately lunges at him.
Anyone would wonder if they're having sex or fighting to death. Or both.
With the mechanic's metal bending ability you'd think holding down a man will be like a breeze but no. Hurricane Katrina doesn't hold a fucking candle. The huntsman just dodges everything. Surely he can't dodge the entire factory wall that's been ripped apart in rage? Apparently not. The guy grabs the railing, barrel rolls around the platform, and fling himself back on like nothing happened.
Karl isn't even mad anymore. Hunter runs like crazy, eyes bloodshot and never once breaking away from his. Karl can never let him out of his sight until it eventually happens, and he's on the ground again because, once again, the little fuck appeared out of thin air and tackled him. Aaand they're right back to where they left off. Wrestling around, not caring who's dick is in who.
They keep going at it. At anywhere but where they should be doing it, really. When they somehow reaches bed Karl is the one who calls time out. "Just what the fuck are you?" he asks, gulping down a cup of water. That unsettling look still hasn't washed off from those all-consuming gaze, and the reply he gets is, "You're asking me now?"
10 mins and they're back on humping. No words. Time blurs. None of them remembers nor cares if they've even eaten during those 3 days. On fourth, Heisenberg wakes up from post coital coma and cannot move. They are bedridden for a whole day. Hunter manages to sit up and every single bones in his body crack. He semi-crawls to the kitchen to get emergency ration, just some left over bacon they are, and feeds half conscious Karl in bed.
When they have feelings in their limbs, that's when they finally start functioning again. The mad engineer has learned to test the water ever since, toning it down a bit with his teasing and all, in case Hunter's on the verge of that madness again.
If anything, he's more interested in the marksman now. 'Beware of a silent man and still water.' And here he thought that silence was simple timidity.
Who knew such gentle demeanor could come from a little monster like that?
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h-a-unted · 10 months
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Me, just meeting Astarion for the first time: I want to muse him...
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coreofgold · 2 years
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@mcrcki​ for Daniela 
“Is this one yours ?”  Heisenberg asked, gripping Dracula in his bat form by the throat.  “Don’t remember this one being dragged into Miranda’s hell.”  He shakes Dracula around a bit.  
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broccoli-heartbeat · 1 year
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(big tag dump!)
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