i will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Welcome to WASTELANDFED, an 18+ multimuse RP blog full of monsters with dissociative disorders, written by Malakh! This blog is heavily under construction, and is generally focused more on actual writing than making extensive about pages for characters. Please do check the ‘about the writer’ page as it contains pretty important information about some of the themes explored on this blog.

Current muses include:

Karl Heisenberg (largely headcanon-based)

More muses are coming soon!

NAVIGATION

only if you manage to get his bare skin though which is unlikely given all his layers

There is a sharp gasp that managed to escape her lips then. An unexpected pain lanced it’s way through a wing and down into her back like a gluttonous inferno. Acting quickly, Miranda yanked the offending bit of metal skewering one of her precious wings and promptly tossed it away from her and hopefully, HOPEFULLY out of harms way.

Should she forgive this incompetent behavior? No, doing so would likely to encourage the currently foolish Lord before her that was beginning to make her believe was not good enough to fill the shoes left behind by a bloodline far greater than his and yet somehow, unfortunately, entertwined.

Clenching her jaw tightly and fixing Heisenberg with a glare that would make even the mighty tremble, she closed her wings against herself with a loud ‘SNAP’ and began to replace the equipment that was so carelessy tossed about in this shitshow of an experiment.

“ I suggest you be OBEDIENT and follow me, there is perhaps something here you may excel at yet, but it will be far from pleasant.”

Perhaps it was time to really double down on her research, cutting open conscious bodies was always quite therapeutic. 

She can be hurt.

This is the first thing he realises, and it is the thought that will carry him through the torments to come: she can be hurt.

Even above the terror, the not-quite-guilt, the dread, he thinks it over and over:

If she can be hurt, she can be killed.

“Mother Miranda,” Karl starts to say. He’s already following her, staring hard at the black mass of feathers against her back, trying to find where he’d struck her: would there be blood? A thick, black ooze? Did it hurt?

God, he hoped it hurt.

“I didn’t mean--it just happened, it flew out of my...”

Out of your what, Karl? Your control? You think she’ll go easier on you for being too WEAK to CONTROL YOUR OWN IMPULSES?

(no, I just, maybe if she thinks--)

What’s worse: that you did it on purpose, or that you didn’t? Which one makes you more of a WASTE in her eyes, Karl?

(I don’t fucking KNOW--)

Karl is still behind her, nearly at her side, jaw set like he’s phyically forcing himself not to keep talking. It doesn’t last long, of course: he never can keep his mouth shut, even when it might serve him better.

“I apologise,” he says. He can count on one hand the number of times he has apologised in his whole life, and each of them have been to her. “I’m sorry, Mother. It... won’t happen again.”

@compendiumofconstellations

"Blow me," Heisenberg snarls. He writhes like a wild thing under McCoy's hands: the restraints on his limbs can keep him on the table, sure, but those alone can't stop him from wriggling like an eel--which the good doctor is rapidly learning.

@wastelandfed​ liked for a toxic starter

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?”

Of all the creepy one-liners she could’ve thrown at him, that one had to be top of the list. Heisenberg blinked, laughing out smoke in a distinctly uncomfortable way: like a dog ‘smiling’ when someone reached a hand too close to it. He seemed to sprawl out even more, oozing over the couch like an oil spill.

Ever one of her most dutiful Lords, Heisenberg never failed to serve her well… Even despite the general distasteful attitude he seemed to have with his peers (Especially Alcina)

She hummed lowly at his suggestion, times of peace do bring restlessness even to the most somnolent of places, and their remote village was one such place. However, Miranda did have information to pass on to Heisenberg that may be of some entertainment no matter how brief it may be.

“Actually.” She began to speak, already preparing herself to give said word.

“ There may be something you can do for me now. I have recently weeded out some bad seeds within our midst and it would be in all our best interests that they be snuffed out as soon as possible before they run amok.”

A sharp glint enters her cold gaze then, something vicious and predatory, ready to devour whatever may come of this dissection she’d surely be privy to after all was said and done though there was one stipulation…

“ I will be there not only to observe but to assist. I’d like to ensure that a few of them live long enough to come under my blade after we are finished.”

It’d definitely do her some good to stretch her wings and exercise her talons.

“Bad seeds, huh? Well! We can’t have that! You start with one, soon enough you’ll have a whole army on your hands.”

The hammer twirls in his grasp like it were no heavier than a conductor’s baton. Heisenberg hefts it onto his shoulder, grinning. The news that Miranda herself would be there (watching him, keeping him in check) is... less than ideal, perhaps, but he’ll manage. It’ll drive Alcina and Moreau insane, knowing their precious Mother chose him, and not them, to do her bidding.

He needs to keep her out of his factory, perhaps, lest she guess his plans, but that should be easily done.

“ I KNOW YOU .  ”       Alcina hisses.     “You might fool  the rest,  but   YOU   CAN’T   FOOL    ME ,     RAT .  ” 

@wastelandfed​ is getting a random starter 

“Oh, I’m a rat, now? Sure. Why don’t you take that to Miranda, see what she says about it.”

Heisenberg squares up to her like always, hammer in hand. It’s a wonder he hasn’t strained something in his neck trying to look up at her.