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[nothingbutmold]

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He busies himself with maintaining his guns. Taking them apart, spreading the bits and bobs out on the table so he can work out all the dirt, grime, sludge -- whatever the hell else they'd gotten clogged with since he arrived to this village. A bit rusty from his training, it shows with how frequently he stops with furrowed brows to remember the steps before doing what he thinks is right. Whether it actually is or not.

"What do you expect to do once this is over?" Might as well make idle talk if they're gonna be stuck in the same workshop together. The blond doesn't even look away from his work as his speaks. "Miranda's dead, you got your freedom... what then?"

[sanguisvirginis-arch]

@sturdymind​​​    :    "I got you something, bigfoot." It made a dull sound as he let the female, unresponsive body drop to the floor as if she was a bag of dirt, his other gloved hand bringing his cigar up to his lips so he could take a slow pull on it. "Got nothing to do with her - Mother said you'd love it to have a new playtoy. It's not a manthing - at least it has boobs, haven't looked any further - but anyway. No need to thank me."

❛❛ WHAT A KIND GESTURE. ❜❜ her face maintained its inscrutable countenance as golden eyes assessed the unconscious body nonchalantly dropped onto the floor of her study : blood oozing from a fresh cut on the girl's forehead and her oversimplified attire an attest on her whereabouts. alcina dimitrescu's carmine lips twitched marginally at heisenberg's audacious nickname [ only one of the many he concocted in her presence ] that she would have sliced him to ribbons for if the sheer mention of mother miranda hadn't urged her to suppress the itching in her fingers.

the lady jolted forward, the tip of her heel nudging the splayed girl onto her back and further inspecting any evident features and marks, knicks and bruises, and the pervasive bouquet alcina hadn't sampled yet. with the expertise of a wine connoisseur, there was no need for it.

❛❛ she will do. ❜❜ alcina said, nodding tersely. she narrowed her eyes at her little brother, lips curing into a snarl. ❛❛ and cease these uncouth nicknames, you boorish imbecile. if it weren't for mother miranda or my daughters, who have regrettably taken a liking to their- ❜❜ she stilled. alcina swallowed the lump in her throat before uttering the following words through clenched teeth. ❛❛ ...uncle. if they weren't so content on seeing you, you'd hardly set a foot into my halls with your filthy apparel. ❜❜

[dashingdad]

@sturdymind​ from HERE

"Look - let me explain it to you, nice and slowly."

As Heisenberg let out a sigh he took off his glasses, pointing a gloved hand at the other.

"You got no other choice. You're tough and... very interesting, indeed, with that body of yours - but mother uglybitch is way out of your league, Winters." Part of Karl sounded desperate - because he was. He'd waited so long for this, to finally get rid of his so-called Mother.

"But together - you, and me, Ethan, with those powers you have - we can make a difference! We can grind that bitch to fucking paste and end this whole shitshow once and for all. With a bit of help from your precious little one."

      The offer was tempting, too tempting for Ethan to just ignore it. He had fought tooth and nail to get to this point and Heisenberg was offer a PARTNERSHIP just like that? The father grimaced at the thought, “ How do I know you won’t just turn an betray me after? “ It was an HONEST question, one that he didn’t fully expect the other to answer. At least not COMPLETELY, “ That and you want to turn my kid into a weapon! “ 

People kept telling him how Ethan didn’t UNDERSTAND his daughters powers, that he had NO IDEA how strong she was. Yet, he did understand ... or at least to an EXTENT, that wasn’t the problem he had, “ ... If you use her as a weapon now, what would stop you from using her again and again? “ 

[soldatsturm]

"Shut your fucking hole!"

The loud whirring of fans and the revving of an engine stops abruptly , whether if recognizing the lords voice as having to be silent or merely out of surprise - who knew. It doesn't take long however for another , much smaller - almost sad "brrr" to echo underneath Heisenberg's main workspace.

[sanguisvirginis-arch]

♕ ∞

𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

♕  I’m impressed with your writing! ∞  I hope we write for a really long time!

the ideas i have for heisenberg and alcina! and the overall chaotic sibling dynamic between the original gremlins is something I CRAVE. give me more.

[dashingdad]

MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

@sturdymind​ asked;

🤕 - a starter where my muse is patching up your muse’s injuries.[+ reverse, Heisenberg patching up Ethan's wounds]

         Muscles tensed as the IRON STEED pulled him closer, looking over the RAW endings that were once fingers. Ethan couldn’t help but nibble at the inside of his lip, watching as the darken black and brown bandage way removed. The dirty gauze sticking to the dried blood, until all the was left was MEAT. The sight alone made him wince, yet the PAIN from it had faded long ago. Now the nubs simply say BARE, with gaping meat healed over with a thick MOLDISH black, turning some of the veins DARK so they showed more plainly through pale skin. 

It was a DISGUSTING sight really, one that made the man suddenly feel SELF CAUTIOUS of himself and his abilities. A quick glance turned to the other, yet if Heisenberg felt anything, he was doing a good job at HIDDING it from the father. The whole encounter felt SILENT, as the Lord turned away. Grabbing a small mass of metal that made Ethan have to cairn his neck to see. FINGERS? Ethan hesitated, but let the man work. Slipping the glove like contraption onto what remained of his hand. 

It was an ODD feeling, but not one Ethan HATED. Raising the fingers, so the metal one moved easily along with those that remined, “ ... You made this? “ He asked easily, cupping his own hand for a CLOSER look, “ ... Thank you? “

[nothingbutmold]

“ let me see the wound.  ”

sentence starters (accepting) | @sturdymind

Ethan hesitates at first, like a child unwilling to show a parent he's been up to no good. A chain of grimaces, winces and swears, his bandaged hand does eventually move to pull the collar of his hoodie to the side. Expose the large gash between his neck and shoulder where a mighty axe had recently found purchase.

"Hurts like hell, but I've been through worse." He's sure he'll bounce back, as he does. "You should see the other guy, asshole picked the wrong day to guard a graveyard." There's pain within the chuckle that falls out of him.

[dashingdad]

MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

@sturdymind​ asked;

❛   WINK .   wink  at  my  muse .

       It was sudden, a soundless exchange of glances. Yet, Ethan could feel his face WARMING at quick sign of affection. He couldn't tell if Heisenberg had done it in seriousness or as just another way to MESS with the father. With the iron steed it was HARD to tell, yet a part of Ethan believed that was the point. That he THRIVED on keeping others on their toes. 

A soft huff came from the man, with PINK dusting over his fetchers all the way to the tips of his ears, “ Karl. “ His voice came stern. It was a WARNING, much like a parent scolding their child. Yet there was still a light PLAYFULNESS to it, making Ethan smile despite his annoyance, “ ... Stop that. “