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I intend to make some real posts, like fanfiction or something, later on, but for now here are some headcanons of my own for Karl:

He snores. Like a fucking bear, it’s not even funny. That man has sleep apnea like a southern grandma, you cannot change my mind.

The Duke special imports his cigars—Karl doesn’t know where they come from exactly, but they’re damn good cigars, so he doesn’t care to ask.

If you offer this man a regular cigarette he will sneer at you and smack it out of your hand. He is a commited cigar smoker. He’d throw a fit if you even dared hit a bubblegum vape near him, get that shit out of his face.

Gets freaked out about flys. Is that one of his nieces, or does he just smell bad? Is he being spied on, or is it just a hungry insect?

If Karl had access to any outside news or accessories, this man would be punk as fuuuucck. Crust punk, specifically. You think that man washes that jacket? Let alone replaces it ever? Hell no, it gets dirty just as fast as he washes it, and if he rips it he simply repairs it with whatever material and goes along his day. He *could* buy new clothes from the Duke, but why repurchase what can be fixed? Also, fuck the government while he’s at it.

He has very few belongings that aren’t work related. Outside of tools and parts, he is the exact opposite of a hoarder. He bedroom is pretty much empty.

He’d cry if his hammer ever broke. It’s his comfort item, and as much as he could easily repair it, he’s never forgive himself if even one gear was out of place. The hammer is his baby.

If this man could listen to music, it would be the grungiest, shittiest 80’s-2000’s dad rock/metal you’ve ever heard in your life. We’re talking Motley Crüe, Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Metallica, Nickelback, Seether, and GOD would that man ever love TOOL, and he would insist on his life that there hasn’t been good music since that era.

Most if not all scars are caused by him being a clutz with his powers—especially when he was first learning them.

He curses out the soldats when his work is failing, in the way you would curse out a table after stubbing your toe. Wire not cooperating right? “Stupid fuckin piece of shit, work damn it!” Sparked at him? “How fucking dare you?! Get your shit together!” ……somehow, some way, it works?

Dog person. That is all.

His eyes are sensitive to light from lack of proper eyewear while welding, the shades help.

Lower lumbar issues at the very least, you cannot tell me that hard labour working motherfucker doesn’t have some kind of physical pain. If Moreau can have chronic illness, so can Heisenberg, he’s the most human of them all god damn it.

He’s actually quite pleasant to talk to, he just lacks social etiquette and has a real mean mouth, but if you can get around that…eh, he’s chill. He’s got some manners.

Has night terrors about Miranda taking him and the experiments he endured.

He can feel the Cadou moving.

Actually feels bad for village residents. He understands that they’re brainwashed/unaware, but he still automatically resents them for worshiping that bitch.

Could not handle a compliment if one was given, he’s too used to being insulted. Goes for physical touch too, he will react aggressively to even just a shoulder pat due to traumas.

Enjoys the rain.

Hates being worshipped as a lord, it makes him wildly uncomfortable if villagers bow for him or call him “Lord Heisenberg” or “My Lord”….he’d rather just be called “Heisenberg” , like a regular person.

nick got hungry :-(