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highlifeboat · 4 months

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Behold doodles. (click for quality)

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bartholomewillustrated · 2 years

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You Have to have known I wasn't gunna draw something like this and Not make a version that also had Lazarus in it right? He blends in so well T^T *sniffle*

His Actual anniversary is like.. June 3rd or something like that, so maybe he'll get a special little something then :3c

#re8 #re 8 oc #lord lazarus bosch #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #ethan winters #mia winters #rosemary winters #the duke #moreau #chris redfeild #mother miranda

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10millionotters · 1 year

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A gift as a massive thank you to the loveliest @vodkafolie of their OC Hazel.

Livvie is one of my biggest hype men, always there when I need a friend and overall the best person. I’m incredibly grateful to have her in my life this is the smallest thank you I can offer for being such a good friend ♥️

Also read their fantastic Resident Evil Village fanfiction Microcosm if you want to know more about Hazel.

#my art #resident evil oc #hazel spencer #art #resident evil village #re 8 oc #vodkafolie #only the best for the livviest #thank you for everything ♥️

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monster-noises · 2 years

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9, 10, and 22 for the OC ask game :D

Oh!! Why thank you thank you!! I'll be answering for Laz and Idris for these ones as well!

Nine I've already answered!

Does your OC have a perfume or cologne they wear or one you would associate with them too?

Maybe before he came to the village Lazarus had like.. a scent he liked to wear or something, maybe only on special occasions, but i think now definitely not. He just Smells. Usually like Old Blood and kinda Sweaty. It's Sweet but not in a good way necessarily. And honestly that's the smell I associate him with the most, sometimes overwhelming, sometimes more subtle, but always on him, the coppery smell of Blood and Rot and Decay, it's one of those factors that plays into to his Beauty/Filth dissonance!

Tyrannical egomaniac in charge of an expansive and lucrative criminal empire however? Oh Idris Definitely has/wears a scent. Some kind of expensive custom blend, metallic notes that emphasize robotic nature with something rich and natural underneath, and some light upper florals, a really dominating smell that mixes with the smoke of the Cigars he's always chewing on. (They Are real cigars, he doesn't need to breath in the traditional lung sense but he can do a very funny little trick with his internal fans to get the same sucking effect, otherwise he just lets them burn down.)

What crystal would you associate with them?

You know, I was ready to spend an hour of my time googling crystal meanings like I did with the flowers here, but something in the back of my mind was saying "Lazarus is Feldspar" and I googled it and.. well.. That is a rock that sure does look like meat! and it's usually associated with Creativity! Carnelian would be another good choice though!

Gold is kinda the most obvious choice here. Despite it not being a Crystal it's kinda,, the way I've gotta go. But if we really wanna get a crystal Crystal involved here Citrine would be the way to go!

#monster noises #meat husband #andromadis #re 8 oc #the crystal one was challenging.. because a lot of crystal meanings skew.....#really really positive #unlike flowers which have a more emotionally varied language/symbology #so finding something that like #makes sense for two very nasty gentleman is difficult #and you have to.. take some liberties with the defined meanings

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yummyuri · 18 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 · 28 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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heavensilence · 3 days

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Ermmm throwing my re oc out there ,, his name is rodrigo kessler and he's a non hostile bioweapon that was infected during a mission, but It did not kill him I HAVEA LOT MORE TO THE STORY BUT ITS NOT POLISHED YET AND I DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING OUT THE ENTIRE THING,,

#art #digitalart #re4 #resi 4 remake #resident evil #re4 remake #re oc #residentevil #resident evil 7 #re7 #re8 #resident evil 8 #original character #oc

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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 · 5 months

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