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badasserywomen · 11 months

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Jack is best guard dog and keeps intruders out. Also a reminder jack is a SHE.

#lycan jack #re village oc #art #badasserywomen #banishedshadow

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missrandomdreamer · 1 year

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*KICKS DOWN YOUR DOOR* YALL @dreamuchuu HAS MADE A FECKIN MASTERPIECE OF THE TWO BABES!! LOOK AT THEM!

Dreamu has done it again and they have done such a beautiful damn job with these two babies. They have been working so-so hard on this picture for me, and I fucking appreciate it so much. They are so damn sweet and so incredible! Dreamu puts so much love into their art it really fuckin shows. They really care about getting the OC just right and making everything perfect its just skdfjaslkjf thank you hun! <3

I am so in love with this picture, its exactly how I pictured Hope and Heis first kiss to be. The lighting, the mood, the warmth everything about this picture is just fucking amazing. It just makes me so happy and brings so much comfort to me <3

Thank you so so much again to @dreamuchuu! I am always blown away and in awe of your work hun! <3

If ya'll havent checked out their work go do it!! They are friggin amazing!!

#hope (oc)#karl heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg #soft moments #romantic #resident evil village #re village #resident evil 8 #resident evil village oc #re village oc #commission #dreamuchuu #im so damn in love im just-#its fucking perfect #im still cant word all teh cursing i shall do cause i love it #its just so damn gorgeous #just love these damn babies so much #so beautiful #rusted cages violet dreams

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cruncherzz · 1 year

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Alcina after dealing with her dumbass wife, and dumbass children with their equally dumbass partners:

Ezra watching Alcina be tired of everything the family is doing while also being tired of what Alcina and the family is doing:

#re8 #w h e e z e #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #ezrael dimitrescu #re village oc #memes

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ruby-static · 2 years

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Arturo’s Backstory

Wanted to try my hand at a short new RE8 OC-based video because... why the fuck not. Well, I found the perfect audio to make a video about my favorite snarky dragon dude, Arturo! This goes a bit into his little backstory as a lord of the village so fuck yeah.

Context/Backstory under the cut, dudes:

Lord Pendragon is known as one of Mother Miranda's newest experiments.

Around 1-2 years prior to the events of Resident Evil Village, Arturo Pendragon was a travelling daredevil performer and stunt pilot from England. While on a tour throughout europe, Arturo performed a show somewhere in eastern europe that changed his life.

During his performance, something went horribly wrong and he ended up suffering a near-fatal crash. While being rushed to the hospital, his ambulance happened to pass the fabled village of the Cult of the Black God where it is found and attacked by roaming lycans. Being spared, Arturo is found by Miranda to later be "saved". ("Saved" meaning being gruesomely experimented on.)

Arturo somehow managed to accept the cadou parasite inserted into him, and grew to be mutated into this half-lizard man with the ability to breathe fire. Soon enough, he was accepted as Mother Miranda's newest lord, the Lord Pendragon.

Fast foward to the events of RE Village, Arturo has been keeping to himself for the most part. (Outside of his odd... "partnership" with Lord Heisenberg.) But when he is summoned to a trial with the other lords, he doesn't quite know what to make of this man from the outside and his strange as hell child.

...Maybe they're somehow his ticket out? Who knows.

#Resident Evil #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil Village #Resident Evil OC #Resident Evil 8 OC #Resident Evil Village OC #RE #RE8 #RE Village #RE OC #RE8 OC #RE Village OC #Arturo #Arturo Pendragon

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sumoattack-gooddog · 2 years

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RE8 oc concept:

Lady Calypso ‘Cal’ Crosse

Here are some more concepts for my darling Calypso including her final form!

Pre-cadou her eyesight was extremely poor, after the cadou her eyes mutated to be more sensitive; however, they became so sensitive that during the daylight she uses a blindfold to avoid damaging her eyesight.

As a result of her increased visual ability, she can see extremely far and very well in the dark. Her final form reflects this heightened vision with the existence of multiple eyes, each of which has increased sensitivity.

#resident evil oc #re8 #re8 oc #re village #resident evil village oc #re village oc #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8 oc

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avid-adoxography · 2 years

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What about Sturm for the morning after? If you're still doing these ofc ^-^

I am not sorry

#you know what they say; a picture is worth a thousand words <3c sdfghlfdhsasdflkkjh #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #vine reference #heisenberg factory #re village oc #re8 sturm #f/o: sturm #s/i: silvia baronio #ship: sturm und drang #renanigans #avid-answers #anon ask

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yummyuri · 15 days

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Small doodle

#re oc: luz #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #re village #re8 #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #my art

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jinxxparodiesproductions · 8 months

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Back again with @gothicgalaxies OC Amélie, who is trying to find love within her work place 💞

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naturesapphic · 25 days

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Mommy alcina dealing with a clingy little reader because the reader had a really bad dream about alcina leaving them

Headcannon: you have a bad nightmare about alcina leaving you and you become clingy to her

Mommy!lady dimitrescu x fem!little!reader

Warnings: bad dreams, soft!alcina

- Last night you had a awful dream where alcina said she didn’t love nor want you anymore and left you.

- When you woke up you were devastated.

- What made things worse was alcina was out of town for a couple of days and when she came back that following morning. You were clinging to her like a leech on flesh.

- Alcina was worried and she got even more worried when this continued on day after day.

- Alcina didn’t want to upset you further by asking you to talk about it but she knew if she didn’t that this would eat you alive.

- When she asked what was the matter and why her little baby was so clingy to her. The dams fell

- You started sobbing and clinging onto her even more if that was even possible

- She felt so bad for asking. She doesn’t like seeing you cry

- After a few moments of her letting you cry it out and calm down, you started telling her about your horrid dream

- When you were done telling her and how it affected you. Her heart broke

- She reassured you that it was only a dream and something like that would never ever happen

- Alcina picked you up in her arms and carried you to the bedroom

- She then laid you in the bed and went in beside you and put you on top of her so that your head was on her plush chest

- And she said that if you ever have bad dreams like that again to always come to mommy because she will always be there to help you

A/n: I apologize this is so short but I hope the anon and the rest of y’all enjoy! Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

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ad0niscrow · 1 month

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Where is our sweet human going?

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #re8 #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re village #artwork #daniela dimitrescu #oc

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mellythesimp · 7 months

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you know something's wrong when your maid is mimicking you and instead of wanting to kill her you feel like laughing and kissing her dumb face

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badasserywomen · 2 years

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Beasty jack is too hot in both forms

#art #re village oc #jack #lycan

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missrandomdreamer · 8 months

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💜✨Hope ✨ 💜

#Hope (oc)#karl heisenberg x oc #Re village oc #Trying to color more especially now for Hopes new bio

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cruncherzz · 1 year

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@lyris-leonhart wanted my corrupted/serial killer vibe Draga so... boom WHEEZEEE

#w h e e z e #re8 #draga dimitrescu #re village oc #not mine #spotify #dimitrescu family

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reobsessed · 9 months

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Sickness In His Care

Pairing: Reader X Karl Heisenberg. Content Warning: 18+, Mentions of sex but no actual sex in the story itself, Reader X Karl Heisenberg fic, slight humour. Can't think of any other warnings but please let me know in the comments if I missed anything. Summary: You'd been seeing Karl Heisenberg for a while now and had since started staying in the factory. However, one day you come down with a fever. Expecting him not to care you do your best to avoid him but you find yourself at a loss for words when he tries to take care of you. This is just a short one, inspired by my current illness. Wanted to write about a sick reader being taken care of by Karl =p Hope you enjoy! Might add more one-shots to this series later. Thanks again to Suri for editting and reads!

Your body was racked by coughs and splutters, occasionally drowned out by the sound of heavy machines whirring. You did your best to fall asleep but the oppressive heat of both your fever and the humid factory air wouldn’t allow for that. How Heisenberg worked in this, day in, day out boggled your mind. You had a lot of questions concerning that man.

With no such luck in drifting off, you flung your legs over the side of the makeshift bed and wrapped a blanket around yourself, for modesty’s sake. You made your way to the main elevator and adjusted your underwear while you walked.

Despite their inability to see, you felt intimidated beneath the many dead eyes of the factory. They’d long since had the life and humanity extinguished from them, but much like a porcelain doll, their eyes followed you across the hall.

Unfortunately you weren’t wearing any shoes either. They’d been discarded halfway across a room, (you couldn’t remember which) when he’d accosted you from behind several nights before. He did that sometimes, he’d enter a room irritated, ranting and raving about his ‘life’s work’, Mother Miranda or some other insignificant event. Then as he would throw his coat to the floor he’d come up behind and bury his face in the crook of your neck. It was his silent plea for attention, the only release in his life that didn’t coincide with destructive violence.

Things would get rough sometimes. Tumbling around with shrapnel and a dirty man who never left his basement certainly had its risks; but at the end of it all, nothing ever went outside of your comfort zone. Cruel and ruthless Lord Heisenberg was capable of some decency, if only in that regard.

Memories of the prior night filled you with excitement. You brought your hand to the swollen cluster of love bites mapped across your chest and neck. You’d returned the favour, and left a colourful array dotted across his neck, ensuring they were in full view of any who encountered him. You hoped to God he got called into a family meeting sometime soon. With an impish giggle you clicked the button on the elevator and ascended to the top floor. You hoped he was anywhere but his office, but unfortunately your luck had run out around the same time you’d met him.

As soon as you opened the door you were greeted by his side profile, head in hands, slumped over a diagram on the table. Probably sulking again.

“The fuck are you doing in here? I thought I told you not to bother me while I’m working.” He let out a puff of cigar smoke. Didn’t even have the decency to look at you. Dick.

As per your usual pettiness you ignored him and made a beeline for the door at the back of the room. Suddenly you toppled backwards as a thin chain of metal wrapped itself around your wrist, not intended to hurt you but to stop you from going any further. However, he’d miscalculated and hadn’t noticed your sickly state until after you’d begun to tumble backwards. As you fell to the ground, he steadied you with more offcuts of metal.

“The hell is wrong with you?” he raised his voice, a combination of tiredness and confusion.

Metal clattered to the floor as he stood up. With a rough grip, he pulled you upright and turned you to face him. He studied you intently, glasses slipping down past his nose. You stared into his eyes, watching as anger dissipated into uncharacteristic worry.

Heisenberg was never good at concealing his emotions, especially not his anger and now this too, apparently.

“I just wanted some fresh air,” you croaked.

Cigar smoke choked your already irritated throat and you began another coughing fit, you tried your best to turn away but his burly arms held you in place. You were shocked that he didn’t seem to mind when you spluttered all over his stained work shirt but then again, you’d covered him in worse things.

“Forgot humans get sick, haven’t been sick in over forty years.”

“Certainly starting to get sick of you.”

You couldn’t see his eyes behind the blackened glasses, but you knew he was rolling them.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” He grabbed your arm and shook it. “What do you do when one of these gets sick?”

“Well, I was hoping to avoid you turning me into one of your new toys, but I guess that’s up in the air now,” you sniffed, swallowing a large glob of phlegm stuck at the back of your throat.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he sneered at you, now holding you away from him at arm’s length.

“I can’t help it,” you spat, attempting to pull yourself free. “And besides, have you smelt yourself recently?”

“Wait a minute, I have something for this!” His grip slipped from your wrist and fell into your hand. You let out a nasalled grunt as he dragged you across the room to his desk. After rummaging around with one hand he pulled out a dusted bottle from the bottom drawer. “This should do the trick.”

Your nose wrinkled when you looked at the awaiting bottle. It was covered in a thick layer of grime and much of the writing had worn off the label a long time ago, based on the few remaining letters you assumed this used to be some kind of ‘medicine’. You turned it over to see the date ‘1923’ printed along the bottom.

“Yep. I’ll be better in no time with this.” You swivelled the bottle, watching as black ooze splashed against the sides. He had a triumphant grin on his face and you couldn’t bring yourself to ridicule him further. “Right, well I’m going outside.”

“Dressed like that?”

“What are you, my dad?”

He pulled the blanket around your shoulders and touched a gloved hand to your forehead.

“You’re cold.”

Stifling yet another cough, you laughed softly.

“How can you tell? You’re wearing gloves, you buffoon.”

He wrapped you in an embrace, only when held in the stillness of his arms did you realise that you’d been shivering this entire time. Had your fever turned to chills? With his arms still around you he pulled you over to his chair and sat you in his lap, presumably so he could keep working.

“So… you not gonna turn me into a Soldat after all?” you laughed nervously.

He brought the cigar to his lips. “Bad materials.”

You slapped his chest playfully and turned to nestle yourself in his arms. Usually after sex you’d push him away, the man radiated far too much heat in the already sweltering factory, but you were currently thankful for the warmth. It must have been awkward trying to work around the mass of your body, but he didn’t complain. As the two of you sat together you came to the realisation that he wasn’t doing any work at all, and that in reality, all he wanted to do was sit with you in his arms while you recovered.

Fuck.

Somewhere along the way the two of you had lost yourselves. What was supposed to have been a one-night stand had spiralled into weekly hookups, and from there it had turned into shared space and something akin to actual concern for one another. You were filled with a sense of dread, but you pushed it down in favour of sinking further into his chest. Before you drifted off, you could have sworn you felt the brush of his lips against your hair.

A bitter sweetness churned your stomach. You felt a unique longing, beyond anything you’d ever felt for anyone else. Sex and desire had become secondary in favour of a new want; if only you had more time to spend in comfortable silence together.

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x oc #re8 karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg #Karl Heisenberg x You #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #resident evil 8 village #resident evil #re #my fic #reader fic #re village #fanfic

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highlifeboat · 4 months

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Behold doodles. (click for quality)

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