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rjshepherd · 3 years

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Random Karl heisenberg Headcanons part 5

yeah so ive been sick since wednesday annnnd ive called out sick for work tomorrow. not best pleased but i havent had a sick day since jan of 2019. worked right through the pandemic only to be taken out by stress and my body noping out .

soo in light of that, here are some karl sickness headcanons

- Karl is like myself, if he gets too stressed he gets sick. this could be anything from a migraine to vertigo to some sort of 24 hour stomach bug.

-When hes like this, he grumbles and complains a lot but usually forces himself to work on and ignore it. things would probably settle down quicker, go back to normal faster , if he just took a break and let himself rest and de stress for more than a few minutes at a time.

-I imagine the mold is pretty overactive when it comes to actual illnesses ( by which i mean bacteria, viruses etc). Even something like a little cold is enough to give him a terrible fever as the mold works overtime to kill the invader.

- Sick karl is genuinly unbearable to be around. hes so needy its like having a giant grumpy teething toddler following you about for however long he's ill. He's cranky and whiney and just a general nuisance to everyone.

- if he has an s/o, he spends a lot of time butting the with his head for affection and cuddles. no matter whats gotten him sick, he's cold and needs warming up.

- before meeting his partner however, he imposed himself on the other lords when he sick. Usually he heads to donna's place and bunks in her spare room for a few days. Angie hates it but donna is usually nice enough to let him stay, even if she refuses to be nursemaid for him. She brings him herbal medicine and tea but shes not going to sit with him, lest he pass his sickness to her.

- if its particularly hot and miserable in the village, he sometimes stays in one of moreau's little cabins. Sal isnt very good at looking after people, himself included, so Heis usually doesnt tell him he's there.

- he'd never tell miranda or alcina he's ill. he'd rather die in a ditch than ask them for help. generally that means he has to deal with it alone. this happens all the time, he never prepares for it so things are always much worse than they need to be.

- karl is one of those people who insists he is "never sick"

- one of the things that takes him down most often is lung problems like bronchitis, pneumonia, chest infections and the flu. he has one of these at least twice a year. part of this is because of the poor air quality in the factory, part due to his chain smoking and part due to the mold sitting around in his lungs clogging things up when he gets any mild illness.

i want to write more but i feel like death warmed up so im going to bed again ;-;

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg headcanons #headcanons #my headcanons #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #my stuff #my writing #random karl heisenberg headcanons part 5

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rithmeres · 3 years

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I, personally, would be enthralled to hear of how your cousin rendered you into a partial vampire.

ok this got long so it’s going under a readmore

i LOVED garlic. as a teen i once at a garlic brie that was more garlic than cheese and enjoyed every bite; garlic bread was my delight. i wanted garlic in and on everything. part of this is due to the fact that my mother strongly dislikes garlic and i was a contrarian teenager and an enjoyer of whatever pissed her off -- but also garlic is Just That Good.

at youth group winter camp when i was 11th grade my cousin kenny (who is a few years older than me and is not actually my cousin but actually he is my cousin) was on staff at the time and he ran this game called ‘kenny’s kitchen’ that we could play to win bonus points for our camp team. at any point we could approach him and say ‘what’s cooking in kenny’s kitchen’ and he would pull out this giant canvas sack from the back room and to get the points we had to eat whatever he grabbed from The Sack in its entirety. if you back down or don’t finish within your time limit, you lose points.

my team was in 4th place by day 2 and because i hadn’t seen anything truly nasty come out of The Sack yet (the worst thing to date was a pair of whole key limes that had to be eaten rind and all) i was like whatever i'll do it. dad didn’t raise no quitter. so i say 'kenny what’s cooking' and he’s like 'yoooooooo i know you can handle anything so im gonna get you somethin good'. see kenny KNEW i wasn’t gonna back down and lose points for my team and he was probably tired of hearing wimpy kids ask if they can have something easy. so he pulls out a jar of minced garlic from The Sack. and im like 👁️👄👁️. and he’s like nah you only have to eat a spoonful. and im like oh ok :) this will be easy. and he grabs a spoon and scoops out An Amount and im once again like 👁️👄👁️. there’s probably a quarter cup of garlic stacked on the spoon. more substance than i have ever seen a regular plastic spoon uphold. allow me to illustrate:

but i ate it all and it wasn’t really that bad, despite the burning in my ear-nose-throat system from the sheer amount of unadulterated allicin. what was really bad was the aftermath. when i walked outside my poor friend daniel, who was at least a couple yards away, turned and looked at me with abject horror and confusion and i was like ‘can you smell it from there?’ and he was like ‘good lord whadda heck….?” the stench is just radiating off me in waves. i walk past a volleyball game in the courtyard on my way to my cabin and people are giving me side eye. i ask my friend if it’s really that bad and he’s like im sorry but ………yeah :|

i brushed my teeth 3 times and mouthwashed and drank a bottle of water and chewed several pieces of gum at once but the smell was unrelenting. my IBS was in its early stage at the time and i could feel my intestines start to revolt against the trauma they’d just been put through. i sat in the back of the mess hall that night for dinner and study. i could not stop burping garlic. there was no escape. it was like that episode of spongebob. that night for reasons unknown one of the girls in my cabin turned the heater way up and i realized that my sweat. smelled. like. garlic. my farts. smelled. like. garlic. my stomach churned and my dreams were bizarre and disturbed in the way that dreams only are when one is feverish and ill, but this was no fever. just garlic.

in the morning i had a cup of tea and felt a lot better but ever since that day i feel sick and sweaty and slightly feverish if i eat more than the barest amount of raw garlic. and it’s a really fickle reaction too, because cooked garlic in normal portions is usually fine, but sometimes it’s not. i can’t chop garlic without gloves bc the smell stains my hands and nothing i do washes it away and i have to sit in garlic hell for three days until it fades on its own. it’s unfortunate. my greatest love, turned against me. even though in my mind i still adore the taste of garlic, the body keeps the score and repeats the same ills of the Garlic Incident if i’m exposed to too much. so yeah thanks kenny lmfao

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13thdoodle · 3 years

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So why did Phantom leave the castle since he's hanging out with Danny now? And is Pariah still locked up or did something happen? Is Clockwork still looking for a way to uncorrupt him?

Ohh man im

I probably still gonna change this around but like my initial idea is.. cabin fever.. (tho now im writing this it's just me projecting not coping well with first 6 months of quarantine onto Phantom)

Ok so for Phantom answer im gonna answer that last because i just realized how heavy it is esp considering.. our current situation so im gonna out that under readmore if u do wanna read it. But short answer is cabin fever n dumb impulse

Pariah is still locked up yeah. After Phantom died there are ppl who break into the castle n stole the Crown and the Ring, but didnt open the sealed sarcophagus. They want the crown for themselves, so he still locked up

I would say yeah on Clockwork part. Like i dont think it be easy to.. uncorrupt someone esp if it already roots in deep. Hard to tell where the corruption ends and where the actual Pariah starts, if they're not already one and the same (also denial is one hell of a strong motivator)

Tw isolation depression and the kind

So first of, Phantom was not okay. He locked himself alone in the castle because he doesnt want anyone else near the crown or ring fear it might tempt them to wear the crown. If Phantom do get tempted he's alone so he cant hurt anyone.. maybe.. And as we all.. fckin know by now, isolation does shit to ppl, it is super not healthy

He also was dealing with survivor guilt over sealing Pariah. Like he felt awful, he didn't want to seal him but the crown's corruptions roots deep and they can't just let him live like that, but also dont wanna kill his dad?? So, not a fun time. Theres also the guilt of like.. he felt he didnt try hard enough to convince Pariah to stop the tyranny

Like on hindsight it's obvious but when you put someone on a pedestal you tend to overlook things until it is too late. And thats the case with Phantom n CW. They didnt think it was that bad until Pariah went too far and a lot of ppl suffer the consequences of their inactions. Phantom locking himself to guard the ones that started it is his way to atone to that guilt. Its not good but u try convince the stubborn guy with the sword

So isolation, cabin fever, intense amount of guilt, just awful mix of depression margarita set. And idk about you but, have you ever got into depression n isolation so deep that when u finally drag yourself to go out for the first time n u realized theres more to the world outside of the 4 walls you've been staring for months and things are good actually and ur filled with so much happiness to the point of slightly manic energy and, if ur not careful, made u end up doing dumbshit because good lord u havent felt alive in so long?

Thats how Phantom felt. He got too cooped up one day he just maybe... maybe i can leave the castle for a bit. Just a stroll. Not too far. So he can still run back if anyone tried to break in. So he walked out. And he walked into the forest near the castle. N then he went deeper n deeper. And then he saw a unicorn bleeding out. And see it sparkly. And then he did a dumb

And now he's dead. Half dead. With no body. Stuck in the ether.

(Please dont follows Phantom's doing. If u do feel like that please go to theraphy or talk with people ur comfortable with qwq just.. dont get too cooped up alone its not fun i know that)

#unicorn blood au #u mean #bad time galore n sad times au #qwq #IM SORRY IT WENT DARK SO FAST

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Debt Repaid

Pairings: Declan Harp x Reader (friendly)

Warning: None really

Word Count: 881

A/N: I just started watching Frontier and this idea has been beating me in the head for the past 24 hours.... so just to shut my muse up, here it is.

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“Mummy! Mummy come look! A man!” You glanced over your shoulder at your five year old daughter, Colleen as she came running into your ‘house’ as you took the fur you were stretching off the rack.

“A man, ye say?” You asked as you untied one of the ropes, not putting much stock into your daughter’s claims. She nodded, sending her brown curls flying around her round face.

“Yes, mummy. He’s really big and he’s all red!” You sighed, slightly annoyed with the interruption and abandoned your work.

“A’right, lass. Le’s go see.” She squealed and took off running as you grabbed your furs from the table and pushed past the layers of skins you used as a door. A slight shiver ran up your spine from the cold and snow that blanketed the world, covering it with a layer of peaceful silence that you loved so much. You followed your daughters foot steps and the sounds of her little laughs down to the river. You almost prayed there was a man down there, since no one had found your hidden home in the five years since you built it.

“See mummy!” Colleen said as she pointed to a canoe that was floating slowly down the river. Your stomach turned as your face searched the blood covered, sickly man that was sprawled out inside. A man that you owed your and Colleen’s life too.

Declan Harp.

“Moth’a’a Christ.” You grumbled as you threw off your furs. “Colleen, ye stay there, ye hear?” She nodded her head as you waded out into the ice cold water. “Bloody ‘ell ye doin, Declan?” You asked more to yourself through chattering teeth as you grabbed the front of the canoe and dragged it behind you to shore. He mumbled something incoherently as you heaved the boat onto the snow covered banks.

“Colleen, grab mummy’s coat an’ go back ta the ‘ouse.” You groaned as you tied the front line of the boat around your hips. With every ounce of strength you had, you started the long trek through the woods to your house to repay the debt of life you had.

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“Colleen, I won’ tell ye ‘gain, leave ‘im alone.” You scolded as you built up a fire to get your small, oddly shaped wood cabin warm in an attempt to sweat out the fever Declan had. Your daughter dropped the bandage she was looking under and looked back at you as innocently as she could.

“Wha’s wrong wit’ ‘im, mummy?” She asked as she climbed off the bed and came over to sit by the fire.

“‘e’s a boo-boo.” You said simply as you glanced over at Declan, who was curled into himself on your bed. His eyes fluttered frantically and sweat poured off his forehead from the infection. Colleen sat beside you as you reorganized the logs in the flames.

“Ye make ‘im betta, mummy?” You nodded and glanced up at Declan once more.

“Mummy’s gon’ try, wee one.” She nodded again as you stood up and adjusted your wet dress and under garments and Declan’s shirt and pants in front of the fire to dry. “Time for bed, luv.” Colleen nodded and got up to lay back down next to your visitor on the only bed you had in your home. With a sigh, you tucked her in under a couple furs and gently kissed her forehead. “Sleep, lit’l luv.” She whispered ‘good night’ and scooted a bit closer to Declan and the warmth his fever was emitting. You shook your head and sighed as you pulled a wobbly chair over beside the fire and settled in for the night.

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“Where’m I?” You glanced up on night three as you made yourself more arrows after two of your broke on the hunt earlier that day.

“M’ouse.” You said softly as Declan looked at the little girl that was curled up against him, sound asleep, with her thumb in her mouth. “She thinks she’s keepin’ ye warm though you’ve been doin’ more of tha’.” He nodded slowly as he studied your face in the glow of the fire light.

“I know you.” He said weakly as he tried to sit up, almost instantly regretting the choice and laying back down.

“I’d ‘oped as much. Ye saved m’life ‘bout six years past. ‘er’s too.” He glanced down at your little girl again and his brow furrowed as he tried to place her. “Ye saved a pregnant woman in a blue dress. Told me ta run an’ neva look back when Lord Benton killed m’husband.”

“It’s you.” You nodded slowly as you added your arrow to the quiver beside you.

“Aye. Tis I.”

“I always wondered what happened to you.” You grabbed a jug of water and got up out of your chair.

“I ran… an’ I neva looked back.” You sat beside him and helped him drink. With careful hands, you checked under the make shift bandages on his chest. “You’ll need ta take it easy, luv. Ye nearly died. Ye can stay ‘ere ’til ye get betta.” He nodded at you as he looked up and met your eyes.

“I need to kill Benton.” You nodded at him as you gave him a little more water.

“Ye will. An’ It’ll be bea’u’tiful.”

#Declan Harp x Reader #Debt Repaid

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