IM SWITCHING CHECK PINNED

Well since you insist :)

Here's the archive of RGromek with the art that this was compiled from: https://rgromek.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/assassin's%20creed

But also, strange how your reaction to all this was just to put the onus on me to find the art credits instead of idk... Not?? Reposting art at all? Or better yet, just deleting the post when I pointed it out to you to begin with? And then weirdly enough, like two years later to send this to me?

*raises hands defensively as he backs away*

Does anyone know how Karl Heisenberg would react to someone crying in his precence?

Like it's full on, ugly sobbing about something that is kind of his fault, but the crying character doesn't know yet. They are just grieving a villager that died in the Lycan attack, and up until now Karl has been kind to them. A bit condecending, and avoiding their relevant questions, sure. but kind.

I kind of want to have a "take a seat. I SAID SIT" moment, but i don't really know what Karl would say here's the excerpt:

“Wow there, Buttercup. Let’s put those tears away, huh?”

Elena sniffels but tries to do as she’s told, taking deep breaths.

(irrelevant thinking stuff happens)

Elena is full on crying now, wiping away her tears on her sleeve just makes more appear. Her breaths hiccup, her nose runs and her hands shake. Elena tries to breathe, but air is not coming.

---

Elena tries to breath through the fit- doesn't help and Karl can only watch her struggle to calm

"kiddo- cool it- you're alive, right?"

He ends up trying to guide her to a chair, but ultimately fails when she pushes him away. Naturally being him he pushed against shove, and pressed Elena to the chair forcefully

"Calm down damnit!"

Elena mutters something he doesn't quite catch, but was sure it was something about a villager he had no idea who's name was.

"Please listen to me."

He braced his hands on the chairs arms a bit

"I know what happened- sorry to be rough but you cant change it."

He huffs and looks around for something anything to comfort her because that was one things he struggles with.

---

Didn't know the relationship well so I tried to make it neutral- relatively.

I admit that we are friends.

I am held at a gunpoint to say this.

- [ @wesker-the-god ]

"oh that's nice. I have very- VERY little"

*pauses for at least a minute*

"I'll be right back"

"no. No I'm too tired for this"

"Mmmmight be a little drunk too... No wonder I'm so goddamn emotional right now-"

"I just want the papers done- no buildin- lemme at least get them finished"

"I don't want em using it if it's for anything other than warfare with the grubs"

"and some fanmail- but c-command doesn't want that-"

"please... Please don't fuck up on purpose..."

Nine times outta ten he'll wake up 6 hours later, realize you did it, and then sob

Give the guy a break

Do it.

"no. No I'm too tired for this"

"Mmmmight be a little drunk too... No wonder I'm so goddamn emotional right now-"

"I just want the papers done- no buildin- lemme at least get them finished"

"I don't want em using it if it's for anything other than warfare with the grubs"

"and some fanmail- but c-command doesn't want that-"

"please... Please don't fuck up on purpose..."

Nine times outta ten he'll wake up 6 hours later, realize you did it, and then sob

Give the guy a break

You got a favorite weapon to use- or have you made one yourself you use often?

(I know you got your pistol custom made you did not make it yourself.)

- ⚙️

( @thesarcasticmechanic )

“The Killer 7” - I would say that it is a great high caliber magnum. Or “Silver Ghost.”

"I ain't gonna ask why you're up at midnight"

(midnight Wesker)

"oh"

Dwight felt his heart sink as the once limp figure under the pallet twitched and slowly rose to its feet. Joints popped and cracked as it stretched itself out of proportion. The once Mastermind lookalike that he and David were running from was now something out of a nightmare.

"What the fuck," David mumbled, just as dumbfounded as he was. The deformed clone smirked in response.

Wesker, the real Mastermind, leaned in close to the two survivors. "I think you owe my friend an apology," he stated, "You did lure them into one of your pointless traps." Dwight gulped nervously.

Unknown tilted their head to one side; the fake sunglasses starting to slide off. "S-seven minutes," they murmured, "S-seven minutes...to play with you." Black tendrils rose out of their back and out of the sleeves of the fake coat. The grin on their face grew wider.

"Fuck me," David grumbled, steeling himself.

Wesker grabbed him by the shoulder. "Tempting, but no," he replied before plunging his knife into the scrapper's shoulder. A loud yelp echoed through the air.

Dwight turned to run, but the Unknown's hand slammed down onto his arm; fingers digging into his skin. Unknown pulled him in face to face. Their grin, trying to match the Mastermind's smile, was wider than ever.