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@wastelandfed​ sent: "So! How'd you like the show?" He talks to Donna and not the creepy-ass doll skittering around his feet, throwing himself down into the chair opposite her with legs sprawled and cigar lit. If it weren't for the fucking doll, he might actually be in half-decent company for once - if only because Donna talks so little compared to everyone else. "I thought she'd make it a little farther, really, but no-one ever /does/ get past the grinder. Oh well. More food for the lycans."

Bloodsport was hardly Donna’s favourite form of entertainment. Watching a young waif stumble through half lit bored rock, reeking of animal fear, sweat and her own excrement before being churned to chunks was... garish. Yet, it dragged the other’s attention away from her own stooped form, if only momentarily. Their eyes like so many maggots boring holes in her flesh. Judging. Sneering. She fiddled absently with the cuffs of her sleeves, cyclopean eye locked on the black polish of her shoes when rich baritones roused her into the present.

She swallowed thickly, a slight lilt of her head in acknowledgement that she had heard his voice.

“Hn.”

“Mayhaps if she were not hamstrung, she may have done better.”

A pause, jittery hands coming to rest in her lap.

“Starved rabbits are flagging prey for a hunter. Your stock is weak.”

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There was an unspoken tension there. Picking at scabbed over wounds from how many years past. Something about Heisenberg on this particular day was simply maddening. Limbs loose and spread to take up as much space as possible. Cigar dangling from a sharpened grin. Donna’s mind had been wonky of late and saw insults in every movement, gesture and word left unsaid. Her narrow eyed gaze fixing on his broad neck as if the intensity of her stare might rupture the artery.

“I dream of you often, Karl. Did you know that?”

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@wastelandfed​ said: "Woah- what the hell happened there? The cadou?" Heisenberg doesn't even /try/ not to look disgusted.

Scar Related Prompts // Accepting

Donna was splayed across the floor, hysterical, one hand to her face and another snatching to retrieve her veil. Heisenberg’s little gambit had been so swift that Donna had been thoroughly disarmed. A thick, calloused hand gliding across her thin boned shoulder to yank her covering away from her, begrimed boot coming to press against her chest as she spilled onto the stonework. Not so hard as to crush the air from her lungs, but, enough to remind the Lord of her place.  

Grit and debris bit into Donna’s back as she squirmed, fingers raking at the tips of her cotton sanctuary, only for it to be raised once more above her reach. He laughed too, taunting her with it as one might a piece of meat to an animal. The Cadou writhed in some aggravated frenzy, bulging, tendrils wrapping around her fingers like an octopus as she tried (and failed) to shield it from his sight. The pain was intense. More so to her psyche than the physical, though it burned as if Heisenberg’s cigar was pressed into the tender surface. The thought that he MAY actually do that made her scream even more. Indecipherable blubbering. Neck thrashing this way and that, powdering her inky hair with grey dust. 

“STOP! YOU’RE HURTING ME! GO AWAY!” 

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@wastelandfed​ sent:  important question how does angie feel about being poked and shoved around all the time by various bits of metal and/or being tugged by the metal in her joints :)

There’s a pause. A long pause. Angie did not have the capability to frown, considering she lacked eyebrows and eyelids, yet her shaking form betrayed her anger none the less. Already ear piercing shriek somehow louder.

“YOU’RE GOING TO DO WHAT? YOU WATCH. YOU THINK YOU’RE SO BIG AND TOUGH WELL WAIT UNTIL YOU’RE BEING CHOMPED DOWN BY PIRANHAS. OR LIONS ARE EATING YOUR TOES. I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF YOU BASTARD!”

 Vicious as an unfed chihuahua, Angie’s clawing at his shins in a bloodthirsty rage. 

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“... Do not test me, child.”

She did not even bother to waste a single neuron in figuring out what that even meant.

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i've written every single lord getting yelled at in the last 24 hours why stop now

@wastelandfed​ said: They're in the middle of a meeting, voices raised as usual, when Heisenberg's temper finally snaps: he stands abruptly, hammer in hand, and sends what's left of an iron gate SPEARING into Alcina's torso. "Shut the FUCK UP!"

ONE THING WAS CERTAIN : KARL HEISENBERG WAS NOT LONG FOR THIS EARTH. Four arrow-tipped gate poles pierce her breasts, and she can feel it shunting through her, skin, bone, lung, bone, skin, church pew. For a moment, her mind skipped - like a broken record. She went to continue her speech about the importance of House Dimitrescu, and why they'd have drowned a pup like Heisenberg at birth, when she looks down. It doesn't matter how many years old one is. It doesn't matter how willingly one allowed oneself to be stabbed by Mother Miranda in the aftermath of her surgery. It doesn't matter how many times the bastards have tried to assassinate her. What matters is now Karl Heisenberg has overdone it. Hurt her. Embarrassed her in a family meeting by ripping an involuntary scream of deep-bellied pain from her. Her breathing came out jagged and laboured.             "YOU - DISRESPECTFUL - LITTLE - MANTHING !"

Her eyes look pleadingly to Mother Miranda, whose own eyes stare back at her. No - not to her. Just to her wound. She looks disappointed, her expression tight. Heisenberg has played too rough with a toy. AND SHE WAS NO ONE'S TOY.

                            HOW DARE HE. 

"RUN WHILE YOU CAN, BECAUSE WHEN I LAY MY HANDS ON YOU NEXT YOU'LL BE FLAYED! I'LL REMOVE THE JELLY OF YOUR EYES! I'LL OPEN YOUR BELLY TO THE FLOOR IN A NEST OF INTESTINES AND WATCH IT HISS STEAM LIKE A HOT TEA KETTLE!" Mid-roar, to the orchestra of Moreau sobbing out, Angie screaming about having staked the Vampire, and Donna trembling, she reached into herself, and dislodged the gate from the wood first, and then back through her sternum. It was slick with her dark blood, tearing sinew and shrapnel of muscle away with it also. With a last, furious shriek, she sluiced the gate out of her own chest, dress ruined and blood staining it. "NOT ONLY IS IT ENOUGH THAT YOU DISREGARD - " she stopped, eyes watering, throat bulging with a blood-spattered cough. "THAT YOU DISREGARD MY HOUSE. NO. YOU HAVE RUINED MY PROPERTY! HEISENBERG, YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR. I'LL DEVOUR YOU." Before Mother Miranda could stop her at a pivotal moment she swiped forward, CLAWS EXTENDED. Heisenberg hadn't anticipated her response - likely hadn't anticipated his own act, not in a real sense. PATHETIC - a stupid, dim little child with a tendency to stab her while upset. Four dark stains bloomed on her white dress. Her blood. Her claws grazed Heisenberg’s face, and she got a small, sharp cut in down his cheek. Lady Dimitrescu pushed her hands to her now-healing chest. Mother Miranda extended her wings, and screamed for silence.  “I’ll devour you. I’ll see you dead.” She hissed before walking away from the pews to go light a cigarette.  Normally she would stay to watch Heisenberg get his much deserved comeuppance, but she knew she needed to get outside. If the pain overwhelmed her, she might transform. It wasn’t something she was eager to see happen. Not only that, but her dress was coming to pieces in her hands, slick sticky blood congealing. She needed to go home. She needed revenge on Karl Heisenberg.  She needed a damned drink.

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"Whoops! Sorry, doctor. You know how reflexes are. Oh, that's in there pretty deep, isn't it?" [ consider: trek AU heis got checked over by bones (presumably as part of being temporarily imprisoned/quarantined by starfleet) and it Didn't Go Well. enjoy the needle jammed into you, bones. ]

“Son of a—!!!” He cut himself off, even as curses continued in his head. “Reflexes.” The needle was barely sticking out of Leonard’s arm, having gone in pretty deep. “I’m gonna have to restrain you the next time.”

This was not going to feel good for him having it pulled out, and he was not looking forward to it.

“Chapel, help me get this thing out?” he called.

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Miranda’s notes about Heisenberg’s special electrical organs via cadou implantation gives me some interesting thoughts.

I imagine that her tests on these organs in not only seeing what they can do but just how powerful they are included something very torturous. I’m talking Miranda getting something amounting to jumper/power cables and stabbing them into his flesh until she struck nerves and then either saw results then, or ran electricity through his body to get a response.

... This was clearly not a good time for him but such an amazing scientific moment for Miranda. I can see it now, Miranda standing over him as he convulses violently from a power surge and making metal move as a reaction and she just has the most sadistic mad scientist smile going on.

No wonder the man hates her so much.