#Scrap Metal Castle Hill

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Metals And More - Scrap Metal Recycling Secrets Revealed In Castle Hill

If you're like me, you probably don't think about scrap metal all that often. I mean, it's just a bunch of discarded materials, right? But here's the thing - there's a whole world of opportunities hidden in those heaps of metal, and it's time to reveal some of the secrets of scrap metal recycling in Castle Hill! 

So, grab a cup of your favourite beverage and settle in because we're about to dive into the world of scrap metal recycling in Castle Hill. 

What's the Big Deal About Scrap Metal Recycling in Castle Hill?

First things first, why should you care about scrap metal recycling in Castle Hill? Well, aside from the obvious environmental benefits, there are some surprising economic advantages to it.

When you recycle scrap metal, you're essentially contributing to resource conservation and energy savings. But there's more to the story. By recycling, you're also playing a part in reducing the demand for raw materials. This means lower production costs for businesses and, ultimately, more affordable products for consumers. That's a win-win for everyone, right?

The Types of Scrap Metal in Castle Hill

Before you embark on your journey into the world of scrap metal recycling, it's essential to know what you're dealing with. Castle Hill, like any other place, has its fair share of scrap metals. Let's break down the different types:

Ferrous Metals: These are the metals that contain iron. Think steel and iron. They are incredibly sturdy and can be found in everything from cars to kitchen appliances.

Non-Ferrous Metals: These metals don't contain iron. Examples include aluminium, copper, and brass. They're prized for their corrosion resistance and electrical conductivity.

Precious Metals: Yes, we're talking about the bling! Gold, silver, and platinum fall into this category. These metals are rare and valuable, making them a hot commodity in the recycling world.

The Scrap Metal Recycling Process in Castle Hill

Now that we've got the basics down, let's get into the nitty-gritty of the scrap metal recycling process in Castle Hill. It's not as straightforward as tossing your soda can into the recycling bin, but it's equally rewarding.

Collection: First, the scrap metal needs to be collected. This can happen in various ways, from individuals dropping off old appliances to businesses generating scrap as a byproduct.

Sorting: Once collected, the scrap metal is sorted into different categories based on the type of metal. This step is crucial because it determines the recycling process that follows.

Processing: After sorting, the scrap metal goes through a cleaning process to remove any contaminants. This could include paint, plastic, or other non-metal materials.

Melting and Purifying: The cleaned metal is then melted down to its purest form. This process uses high temperatures to separate the metal from any impurities.

Solidifying: Once the metal is pure, it is cooled and solidified into shapes that can be used for manufacturing new products.

Distribution: Finally, the recycled metal is ready to be shipped to manufacturers who will use it to create new products, reducing the need for raw materials.

The Benefits of Scrap Metal Recycling in Castle Hill

Scrap metal recycling in Castle Hill has a range of benefits that extend beyond the environment. Here are some of the most significant advantages:

Conservation of Natural Resources: By recycling, we reduce the need for mining and extracting new raw materials. This helps in conserving valuable resources and protecting natural habitats.

Energy Savings: Recycling scrap metal uses significantly less energy compared to mining and refining raw materials. This results in reduced carbon emissions and a smaller carbon footprint.

Economic Growth: Recycling generates jobs and stimulates the local economy. People involved in the collection, sorting, and processing of scrap metal contribute to job creation and financial stability.

Reduction in Landfill Waste: When scrap metal is recycled, it doesn't end up in landfills. This not only saves space but also prevents the release of harmful chemicals into the environment.

Lower Manufacturing Costs: Businesses benefit from using recycled materials as it reduces their production costs. This, in turn, can lead to more affordable products for consumers.

Getting Involved in Scrap Metal Recycling in Castle Hill

So, now that you're clued in on the secrets of scrap metal recycling in Castle Hill, how can you get involved? It's easier than you might think.

Start at Home: You can begin by collecting scrap metal at home. Old appliances, aluminium cans, or even that broken bicycle in the garage can be a good starting point.

Visit a Recycling Center: Castle Hill has several recycling centres where you can drop off your scrap metal. They'll handle the sorting and processing for you.

Support Local Recycling Businesses: There are many local businesses in Castle Hill that are involved in scrap metal recycling. They're always on the lookout for valuable materials.

Spread the Word: Share the benefits of scrap metal recycling with friends and family. The more people know, the greater the impact.

In conclusion, scrap metal recycling in Castle Hill is not just a way to make the world a greener place; it's a fantastic opportunity to be part of an environmentally conscious and economically beneficial community. So, let's get out there, collect some scrap, and make a positive change, one piece of metal at a time.

[marrkopolo]

A Wise Man Once Said

Precious lost its ring in the scrap yard with no metal detector the lavender pussywillows hide the trolls

Hong Kong wheel of fate UW spinned it first Knights of Templar slaughtered at a mass concert of bloody crimson tide

Tithe on a full moon for 2x the glee The crash of waves against the rocks, like bodies slapping against each other during sex blood shooting through veins Hot heat, sticky, in Iceland together I too, know of these lands

Tax season says the King! blue knots on a tent red food buckets hung like death #four crosses in a foreign land alone is no place to exist

An underwater welder lying on the blue tarp, is like a union of troops led by a zebra.

Flying flags at Disney welcome to the world of water failed regret, emptiness and betrayal tattered flags get left to rot sew it in with the others together and the quilt becomes strong and scintillating

Crush you with your own history headless horseman and halo hair dark horse donuts This is as good as it gets!

Red-lipped lipstick cracked porcelain face You can't hold a candle to this

King of the Hill My pool stick is clean now true Kings swim in the swimming pool together King of the Hill Jack of Spades went with the stolen crown and robots learn to volunteer.

Pledge to a sanitizer salute to a gong beat your chest it's loud and strong Love at first sight or sounds like a good idea Wisdom of the crowd or individual motivation?

A rabbi with the yachts Fortified lamps sees all UFOs, telekinesis and even explosive lingerie. One denarius for a days work Why they get more? Stand while another sits. Then switch roles and you'll see why.

What sees with three eyes? The melatonin-like parental bond, third eye awoken, Moksha.

Insane Luke has a scar red dots that kill. Baldie takes biosphere crown the bald animal is cutting loose again Is doraphilia still fun to you?

I attempt to transform but the tea is too strong my hands have small heart Lying down a tiny raindrop falls into my ear swirling into the cochlea My whole world has changed!

Eczema stealing make-up twice North Face go north Racks of weapons are not enough this time

My mask is old but gold bars had paved my fortunate path …a fortunate path(whispering)

Tik Tok vault one exit is enough The eagle has docked into spray-painted madness. Not to fret I hear a falcon cry Jump when the law is bent it will help you fly

Six shooter Six pack 3 sewers 3 fires Twin-spirit 1 spacesuit

Mountain top king of the hill climb Nepal Hajj pilgrimage princess climbs like a pirate piggyback down the wedding aisle

Opposites attract

One fell to its doom down the abyssal void towards the bottom and a ghost ship lost in the Bermuda Triangle with Pandoras Box Lazarus

Gunpowder in shoes Footprints in the sand Jesus did not tap

Short and tall fat and thin Lookalikes Soundalikes Smellalikes the hunt of touch and taste What double currencies create the ultimate Yin Yang effect? AI said to cure pride and competition, exchange abacus rubik-cubed calculators instead of cash.

Echoes and reverberation voices become lightning WATTS= AMPS X VOLTS

Float your payloads into the troposphere with skinny vertical structures of contained saltwater Heat a planet with a satellite asteroid belt

A call for help QR codes morse code gun flare smoke signal what are your coordinates? R-E-B-O-R-N

Some ancients say gunpowder only made flee then gun made to kill Oil spills from bronze age to silicon chips flood the market cut the mall castle cake in half Zangief on a segway You win.Perfect.

Lawrence Groves copyright©2024

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Blood Will Out - Ch 7: The Spark

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

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“Agatha.”

Crystalline structures whirled around her, colors shining and spinning, gears unfolding like flower petals.

“Agatha.”

The music had come back into the world, thrumming in her heart and her blood. Something that had been just out of reach was now nestled in the palm of her hand, and she could do anything—

“Agatha.”

Agatha snorted awake, head popping up off of her arms. She looked around blearily – her glasses were all smeared – to see Saturnus’ amused smile. Her brow furrowed.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. She looked around again and, yes, she was still in her bedroom. “How did you get up the stairs?”

“You tell me,” he said cheerfully. “You’re the one who built it.”

Agatha sat up, took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes and shook her head hard, forcing herself to wake up fully. Scrubbing her glasses quickly on her shirt, she pushed them back onto her nose. 

She had fallen asleep at her desk because there was no room for her anywhere else. Her room was a catastrophe of clockwork and tools, scattered in drifts on her desk and bed and floor. Saturnus was sitting on the floor, propped up against her chest of drawers. His wheelchair was in front of him, tipped over on its side.

And it wasn’t a wheelchair anymore.

It had legs.

Eight spidery, bronze legs, sharp-tipped and each half as thick as Agatha’s forearm. Four on each side, connecting to the base of the chair on either side of a small glass dome that flickered with blue-white light. The dawn sunlight skated back and forth across the sturdy metal panels as the legs twitched, curling and uncurling.

“It was the funniest thing,” Saturnus said cheerfully. “There I am, fast asleep, when something hops onto my bed and starts jabbing me in the face. I open my eyes, and I see these little fellows driving the most interesting device.”

Agatha leaned over to see past the chair contraption, and her mouth fell open. A team of six pocket-watch clanks scurried around like ants, gathering up discarded scraps, laying out spools of wire beside Saturnus, hustling tools in and out of reach.

“You built my dingbots!” she gasped.

Saturnus burst out laughing.

“I didn’t build a damn thing!” he exclaimed. He gestured around himself. “I was just tidying up, to make sure it won’t dump me in the river if a wire comes loose. Not to say you didn’t do a good job. It’s marvelously well done for your first big project – and in your sleep, too!”

He wagged the screwdriver at her playfully.

“And you saying you don’t think you’re a proper Heterodyne.”

It had been almost a week since Agatha had worn the locket. Never had her mind felt so clear. It was as if she could finally open her eyes all the way. Is this what it could have been like, all her life? Without even the slightest twinge of pain, she could look at the chair legs and see places it could be improved.

Now that it was laid out before her as a real creation, she knew eight legs would not be nearly enough for the kind of stability she wanted it to have. It needed more, lots more, perhaps arranged in a circle. She wasn’t at all sure it would be able to manage a hill as steep as the one leading up to the castle – no, it was far too easy to imagine those pointed tips skidding on the paving stones…

Agatha met Saturnus’ eyes, and his smile slipped away. He reached up to her, and Agatha rose from her desk to sit beside him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. 

“You think I should wear it, don’t you?” 

“I do,” he admitted. “I’ve spent the last week trying to find a way around it, and I can’t come up with anything that doesn’t risk attracting Klaus’ attention. And if we have Klaus’ attention, we have everyone else’s attention.” 

Agatha’s throat went tight. 

“But I don’t want to,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be an idiot again.”  

“I know,” he said, pulling her into a tight hug. “I know, I know. But never fear, my little hellion,” he said. “We’ll get through it. Heterodynes always do.” 

A gasp from the doorway jerked her back, and she looked up to see Teodora standing there, pale and open-mouthed. Agatha felt the anger and betrayal and resentment flare in her chest...but the hatred was not quite so white-hot now. 

“Look at this!” Saturnus exclaimed to his wife. “In her sleep! It walked me right up the stairs!”

Teodora said nothing, but her mouth closed. Her eyes flicked around the room, taking it all in.

“Don’t worry,” Saturnus said reassuringly. “I’ve got it all worked out. We’ll just tell people I did it.”

“I—�� Agatha began. Teodora left the room without a word. Agatha flinched and curled in on herself. 

“She’s not mad at you,” Saturnus said reassuringly. “She’s afraid.” 

“I am not afraid,” Teodora said, striding back into the room. She had the locket in her hand, but she did not hold it out to Agatha. Instead, Teodora stepped carefully through the debris, tossed the locket onto the desk, picked up a discarded hammer, and brought it up over her head and down onto the locket as hard as she could. 

It shattered, the case stoving inwards to pierce through the delicate internal mechanisms, sending shards flying. 

No one spoke. Even the dingbots had gone still. The only sound in the room was Teodora’s heavy breathing and the zzt zzt of sparking, severed wires. 

“I,” she said, “have been dreaming of that for the last seven years.” She turned and offered the hammer to Agatha, smiling brightly. “Would you like a go? It’s very cathartic.” 

“What the hell are you doing?” Saturnus exclaimed. 

“The locket was to stop Agatha from breaking through,” Teodora said. Agatha tried to determine if there was some thread of mania in her cheerful tone, but couldn’t find anything but genuine pleasure. “Agatha has broken through. Taking it off hasn't done any harm. Therefore, the locket is no longer a viable option.”

“You don’t know that!” Saturnus said. “We don’t know that! For all we know it could have been designed to tamp the spark back down!” 

“Mm, shame there’s no way to find out now,” Teodora said breezily, tossing the hammer onto the desk. “You said yourself you’d need to fix the castle if she won’t wear the locket. You can get some of the local monsters to help you fend off the security features the castle has no control over—” 

“I said that before I knew she was going to break through!” Saturnus interrupted. “There is no hiding a Spark! We can say I built the chair, but how are we going to blame it on me when she starts building a death ray in chemistry class?”

Agatha frowned. “I wouldn’t have the necessary parts to build a death ray in the chemistry labs—”

“You know what I mean!”

“Agatha will be taking a little sabbatical after what happened.” 

“I am?”

“Of course. A little rest, and there’s always the workshop out back.” 

Agatha could see, despite himself, Saturnus was beginning to waver. 

“Well…” he said, rubbing his chin. “I suppose if we're careful there might not be too much harm in it…" 

Agatha hesitated. “I’m still mad,” she said to Teodora, whose smile turned sad.

“You have every right to be. I—”  

Someone began to bang on the front door, a loud and insistent pounding that intended, perhaps demanded, to be heard.

“Ah, that’ll be Herr Müller, I expect,” Saturnus said dryly. “He’ll probably want payment. These things were still coming in and out through the letter flap with supplies when I came up here.”

“What!” Agatha yelped, shooting to her feet. “I never told them to steal anything!” She recalled that she did not actually remember doing any of this, and amended, “I’m sure I wouldn’t do that.”

“If I had to guess,” Saturnus said with a grin, “you told them to go get you this and that, and did not specify from whence such items should be obtained.”

Agatha hid her face in her hands. “Oh…” she groaned.

“You’ll learn,” Saturnus said, cheerfully patting her on the knee. “Now!” he said, excitedly. “Watch this.”

Saturnus pulled the chair upright. The legs clattered and shifted as they reset themselves, then bent down low until the seat itself was almost touching the ground. Saturnus turned himself around so his back was to it. He gripped the arms of the chair and with a grunt, pushed himself up and back, into the seat.

Agatha could see now that the arms of the chair were much thicker than they had been before, no doubt to make room for the various mechanisms within. On the left side, a single dial marked up and down; on the right, what looked like the very top of a small bronze globe, deeply inset in the arm.

It was far too simple – it needed more settings, things that could be changed to adjust to different environments and obstacles. Sharper tips for ice in winter, more deliberate movements for navigating cobblestones...

Twisting the little dial, Saturnus brought the chair up off the ground. It stood a little taller than the wheelchair had, bringing his head level with Agatha’s shoulder.

“It works,” Agatha whispered.

“It does!” Saturnus said, beaming. Sliding his fingers over the inset globe, he guided the chair to circle Agatha, the pointed ends of the legs tapping against the wooden floor. No smoke, no sparks, no juddering, no exploding. The pistons were a little loud, and the movements could stand to be smoother, and there were so many ways it could be improved but...but it worked. It functioned.

Agatha felt dizzy, almost detached from her own body. She’d built something that worked! She’d had an idea and she’d built it and it did exactly what she wanted it to do. What about all the other ideas she’d had that hadn’t worked? All the clocks and clanks and—and the schoolwork, too! She would finally be able to show them, and she would! She’d show them all—!

The pounding on the door came again, louder. Teodora sighed and headed down the stairs.

“Oh dear. He does sound very upset.”  

“Heh. Can’t be worse than Barry’s breakthrough,” Saturnus said, following her.

“Lord, yes. It took days to put the cathedral’s clock back together.”

“We still haven’t found all the pieces. Wait, wait!” he said suddenly. “Go to the bottom of the stairs, both of you.”

Obediently, Agatha and Teodora did so, then turned back up to watch Saturnus, who brought the chair up to the very first step, and stopped.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Agatha asked warily. They were long past the point where things normally went wrong, but from experience, Agatha knew the longer it took whatever she’d built to explode, the worse it would be.

“I got up here, didn’t I?”

Saturnus swiveled the chair to face right and began to descend the stairs sideways, crablike. The legs on the higher stairs bent low, the legs on the low stairs stretched higher, and Saturnus was barely off balance as the chair carried him carefully, though not particularly gracefully, to the ground floor. 

“It really does work,” Agatha breathed. Saturnus took Agatha’s face in his hands.

“You, my dear, are a gift. And a better present I could not ask for.”

Agatha’s heart swelled and her eyes burned. She’d helped. She loved him and she’d wanted to build him something and she had and it was wonderful.

“I—”

This time, the pounding at the door continued, unceasing, one long steady bam bam bam bam bam that made the door shudder on its hinges.

“I’m coming, Herr Müller!” Teodora called.

She had barely turned the latch and the doorknob before the door was shoved hard towards her, and Tarvek Sturmvoraus shoved his head and one arm through the gap in the door.

“Tarvek?”

“Agatha!” he cried. “We have to get you out of here!”

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A few days have passed since I've finished RE8 so here are my thoughts. I pointed out mostly the weaker parts, though at the end I sum up the stuff I really liked

The boss fight with Heisenberg is kinda wacky and very simple. Like, he's supposed to be THE big guy. The second-biggest fight after Miranda. But I found him probably the easiest, after Donna (since you don't actually fight with her. It's hide and seek.) The last part of the game generally feels very rushed. Chris' fight with the Urias protecting the mould heart is super simple too - it took 2 laser blasts. I didn't even take any damage. But the Heisenberg fight took me like 3 minutes. It was super easy. Interestingly enough, I think that the Moreau fight is the hardest - he's very fast and strong, has many attacks and in that part of the game I was running very low on ammo. It scared me the most. Still, the fights with the Lords are generally a bit underwhelming - I found the lycans way harder and more scary

What's up with the building resources distribution around the Moreau part. I wanted to do all side boss fights for treasure, but I had to resign from the windmill fight because I simply wouldn't have anything for Karl's factory. First half of the game - no gunpowder. Second half of the game - no rusted scraps. In Heisenberg's factory. His. Metal. Factory. What???

Chris' behaviour is a bit strange. He probably thought that he'd be able to keep everyone safe, but his attempts to keep stuff secret made things worse. Chris honey why are you like that

I will explode if I have to do the "torches hanging on metal chains" puzzle one more time. I gave up on the one on Alcina's castle - I've spent like 40 minutes on it and still failed

Still kinda bitter I can't team up with Karl. My favourite stinky man

Despite all that, I LIKE this game a lot and I'd recommend it. Beautiful settings, great graphics, fun gameplay. The atmosphere is unique - not classic RE, but in a good way. I'm a huge fan of first-person horrors so that was a cool experience.

Very emotional ending. I love Ethan as the protagonist and I will die on this hill. He's a good father, good person and very brave fighter. Really got attached to him. Still, I get why the game ends the way it does. I will definitely be getting the DLC with Rose. That was the first RE game I played myself and it definitely encouraged me to reach for the earlier titles.

Yeah. Generally - had fun. Probably will play it again, maybe to test out the highest difficulty.

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Give Me All Of You.

Pairing- Alcina Dimitrescu x reader, established relationship between reader and Heisenberg

Type- conflict, angst, coercion

Warning- mentions of violence, blood, guns

Summary- Reader decides to take a trip into the village for some supplies for Heisenberg. However, some rogue moroacia cross their path. The lady of castle Dimitrescu hears your cries and sees an opportunity. All take prior to Ethan winters.

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The idea of walking into the village had no threat to it. Heisenberg’s reign over the lycans ensured this. Betraying his word meant their ill fate. And many knew this. So as you slowly closed the gates of the factory, you let your guard down.

You walked on dead grass and stone before reaching the snowy lands of the village. The gates of shut in homes howled as cold winds traveled. Spare papers and torn clothing brushed the heels of your boots, crunching and melting into the snow. The shawl barely protected your skin from the harsh cold. Being in Heisenberg’s factory had conditioned you to grow comfortable within the heat. How fitting for the most hot headed lord to be encased in a hot concrete fortress. Your small exhale of amusement had caused vapor to form in the air. It grew colder.

As you were about to look at the map of the village, you heard creaking wood nearby. A wagon bearing gifts from foreign lands had settled atop the hill of ice. A sense of relief occurred, the idea of not bringing anything home not being to your liking. You carefully climbed icy steps and pushed the metal gate. Broken chains fell as the gate came to a stop. The noise had brought the attention of the trader, big and happy. “Ahhh! The inventor’s love, how may I be of service to you?” His hand came in your direction. A handshake was shared, his other hand clasping yours on top. You had never noticed how warm he was, physically at least.

“Hello Duke. I hope business has been treating you well.” Your smile made the man chuckle.

“Thank you, but it has been slow. The lycans in the north have been scaring off my customers. Something has gotten into them.” He reached back into his caravan, pulling out a bottle of cinnamon, carefully wrapped with small twine. Heisenberg had always presented himself as very hardheaded and cold blooded but it was a common ritual for you to hide cinnamon in his work station after a hard week. It was strong enough to make itself known against the stench of oil and death. The scent had a calming effect on him, he’s begun to associate it with you.

“Here’s your order. I’ve also collected any scraps I’ve found along my rounds. It’s a lighter collection this time, so don’t worry about those feet growing tired.” An exchange of lei had finalized the interaction. As you began to walk off with your bag of scraps, the Duke spoke up, “Oh, I forgot to mention, I’d stray away from the river. The moroacia have gotten more agitated this season…” You thanked him for the advice as you walked down the stone staircase.

It wasn’t unheard of for the moroacia to have made their way out of Castle Dimitrescu but it wasn’t common either. The castle gates were always shut but every now and then, a fleeing maid may push their way out. Their survival was never assured, even after escaping the castle. Unlike you, they didn’t have protection from the lycans. Speaking of, you spot one snarling from behind the statue in the middle of the village. However he is not snarling at you.

“See something?” You jokingly ask the Lycan, not really expecting any reply other than more snarls and huffs. You go to pass him, however the large gates of House Dimitrescu were wide open. The path into the “vampire’s” den wasn’t empty, the Moroacia roaming and clawing their way out. Your breath hitched and you froze. Your stare was still, watching the moroacia’s back, hoping they didn’t turn around. Then a roar. The lycan from behind you made you jump, catching your attention, as well as the moroacias.

The moroacias hissed and charged towards you and the Lycan roared once more, calling for their brethren. You wondered if Heisenberg had informed them to keep you away from harm. As more lycans surrounded you from behind, the moroacias had circled you. You fumbled for your spare revolver, but the bag of scraps had made it difficult to quickly draw it.

The cold metal fit loosely in your hands as a lycan rushed in trying to make distance between you and the moroacias. The revolver slipped from your hands, falling along the path to the castle. The chaos was unintelligible as monsters of both kinds ripped into one another, fighting over your fate. You took the chance to run for the gun and spun around, attempting to aim at the undead without hitting your only defense.

Shots fired in front of the castle. The moroacia fell to the ground, allowing the lycans to finish them off. One went down. Then two. Three. Four- Before you could pull the trigger on the fifth approaching creature, a hand had dug its way out of the snow, grasping your ankle and biting into your calf. You cried out as teeth broke the skin, your blood began to pool into your leather boots. Five. The creature below you had a bullet through its skull as you kicked off the rotting corpse. You watched as they grew in numbers faster than you could shoot. The lycans were now further as you stumbled down the castle path trying to gain distance. The bite was deep and your muscles screamed. You shakily aimed your gun as you tried to walk backwards. You fall onto the hard snow, your leg unable to support you. Six. As the moroacia turned to rubble on the floor, another crushed its ashes under its heel as it marched foward. Seven.

Your revolver clicked as the seventh moroacia fell into two. The sound of slicing blades were heard behind you as the adrenaline pumped through your heart. The moroacia stopped, and parted from the stone path. The lycans growled and howled, running back behind the castle gates, watching you and prowling. You looked behind you, coming face to face with a warm white dress. Your gaze followed up, a gloved hand clenched and another at guard, bladed fingers ready to strike.

A soft scowl looked down at you, pale and elegant. Glit eyes pierced yours, goosebumps growing where the cold couldn’t reach. Her pearls seemed to glow in the snow. Accents of gold connected each piece. A gold and copper crest sat upon her chest, accompanied by three pristine black roses. Black curls and a black hat framed her face. Among all the monotone colors, her red lips stood out. They frowned at you. Your face grew warm. Embarrassed by your own staring. Against her white skin, your face was surely red.

“Lady Dimitrescu… My lord, may you spare me. I will be gone and away from your castle. I am in debt to you and I’m afraid I cannot repay you. I have nothing of-“ you rambled as you glanced back at the uneasy lycans. They continued to snarl at the woman before you, waiting. Your sentence was cut off.

“I’m afraid you do.” She leaned down, towering over you and casted a shadow larger than yourself. The vapor of her breath brushed your face as firm hands grasped you. You were lifted into her body and the lycans grew agitated. Their growls grew more ferocious but she kept the charging beasts at bay as she simply drew her nails into a weapon. You never noticed the furrow in her brow and the scrunch of her nose until you were just a foot away from her face.

“Don’t worry, lll be back,” You tried to assure the lycans as castle doors began to separate you from the pack. Dimitrescu carried you through archways and doors before coming to a fireplace. You stared in awe of the architecture, each piece of wood seemed like an art piece. The grand stairs and chandelier kept your focus as you were softly placed on one of the couches.

“Cassandra!” The lords voice boomed through the castle, practically shaking the vase of flowers in front of you. Flies buzzed and swarmed through your hair and by your ears. You shut your eyes and bowed your head. The sound of long sniffs made the hairs stand up on your back. Cassandra giggled to herself as she formed before her mother.

“Mmm. She smells sweet. Fresh.” You looked up to see a girl, her hair as black as the blood on her mouth. A grin scrunched her eyes and her nose.

“No my dear, she is a guest. Tell the maids to prepare some tea and come to aid…” her voice was so smooth and firm that you barely noticed she was asking for your name. So you gave it to her. She repeated it with a smile on her face. You wish you could hear her speak your name once more. Cassandra looked back at you, her smile faded as she mumbled “yes mother.” If the lord didn’t know her daughters so well, she would’ve missed the slight swarm of flies gathering atop the stairs.

“Thank you my lady.” She looked down at you once again. Your hands were clasped together, visibly cold from walking the village roads. She ignored the twitch in her eye as she looked down at your foot. It was bleeding onto the carpet beneath you, but she couldn’t find herself to be angry. Her stomach twisted in something she hadn’t felt since she saw her daughters being experimented on for the first time. She felt guilt. Guilt that she let it happen. But if it weren’t for the moroacia latching onto you, she wouldn’t have known you arrived at her castle.

“So, are you my brothers plaything that I’ve been hearing about.” You turned your head at the question, which was more of a statement. “Word travels fast when you have nosey daughters.” A slight buzz was heard from a distance.

Your body seized up. You knew the two lords hated each other out of any of them.

The only thing you could think of was the reaction Heisenberg will have once he finds out you’re in the “super sized bitch”’s castle. “If you mean his partner, I’d say yes. But he does not own me as I don’t own him.” It was partially a lie, he was very protective of you. “May I ask how you were able to guess so quickly? What gave it away and made me different than the other village folk?”

She leaned to sit on the chair adjacent to your seat. “You have soot behind your ears and underneath your nails. You also smell of oil and rust.” Your face flushed again. How long had you been without properly seeing yourself in the mirror. Sure you took care of yourself but used grimy water and polished metal as a substitute for a proper mirror.

Your nervous laughter didn’t go unnoticed as Dimitrescu further examined you. The clothes you wore were filthy to say the least and not suited for the weather in the village. It was… unacceptable.

She quickly rose to her feet, causing you to jump. “Bella! Daniela!” She called for her other two daughters and another swarm of flies danced their way down the carpet steps. The redhead and blonde stood beside their mother, Bella watching you and Daniela swaying on her heels. “Tell Cassandra to bring the tea to my dressing room and tell the maids to start the bath, only halfway with warm water. Quickly now.” The buzzing began once again and faded as quickly as it started. “I assume your leg hasn’t healed since the last I picked you up.” You exhaled through your nose as you smiled. You made a move to stand but the lord grabbed you the same as before.

You traveled through more doorways and elegant halls. The detail on the smallest door handle was impressive to say the least. You wondered how long it took to have such a place completed. You two came to a corridor of doors. The mutant woman brought you into a bathroom. The water was run just as she wanted and medical supplies were set on the wardrobe beside it. “Would you like some help getting into the bath or would you like a maid of mine to assist you.”

“No thank you, I’ve managed to hop on one leg to get to point A to point B. I’ll be ok.” She looked hesitant to leave you however it was your choice and she respected it.

“I will leave you a new set of clothes in my dressing room. Once you’re finished, I’ll send a maid to fix up your leg and bring you to my room.” You thanked her once more, bowing your head as she stood up. Before she left, she noticed a necklace dangling from your neck, an iron chain with a steel bolt interconnected.

And just like she said, a maid came to your care, wrapping your leg with gauze and linen. Your reflection within the mirror stopped you. You were covered in scars from your neck down. Scratches, burns, bites and cuts alike. Your eyes had dark circles and your hands were rough. After one last glance, you walked into the dressing room and saw her white marble vanity. On top of it was various perfumes and a hairbrush. The maid in the corner, waiting for you to dress, visibly tensed as she watched you pick up a perfume and bring it to your nose. It smelled of rose. You set it down and looked at the sofa beneath the window. A purple victorian gown lay folded with a pair of white flats.

After adorning the dress, you noticed the gown exposed your shoulders and collar bone. The sleeves started in the middle of your arms with a poof and continued into a lace sleeve. You wondered if the purple material was silk. One last thing sat on the cushions underneath the dress, a necklace of silver with a ruby hanging from it.

You traveled once more through the halls, following a brunette maid. A satchel was provided, holding your old clothes and the items you had brought into the castle, although, the scraps you had bought were no where to be found.

You found yourself within the lord’s chambers. The maid returning to her duties leaves you alone. You take in the sheer size of her bed alone. The thought of indulging yourself and laying among the many pillows and blankets is too tempting. You notice a desk beside it and on it is a chalice. You pick it up and recognize its silver, details carved into its sides. A smear of red lipstick is left behind. The sound of a door opening makes you realize just how close the cup was to your lips. You softly place the cup back in its place as the lady of the castle enters.

“Thank you for the dress my lord. I can’t imagine how much this costs…” you thank her and begin to softly sway in the dress as you fiddle with it. She softly smiles to herself. When you entered her castle, she could only imagine how Heisenberg saw you. A girl of resilience and beauty. However unlike Heisenberg, she didn’t see you as this machine that needed to be understood but as a porcelain doll that needed to be preserved. Protected. She felt her own throat grow parched as she straighten out her form and clasped her hands.

“My dear, I have a proposal for you.” Your eyes shot up to her, following as she sat in her desk chair beside you. She was huge compared to you and her sitting was taller than you standing up straight by just a hair. You listened to her as she grasped your hand. “How would you feel if you stayed in castle Dimitrescu.” It seemed like all of her questions were practically demands.

“My lady, I-“

“Alcina.”

“Alcina…” the way it rolled off your tongue sent shivers through the both of you. The heat of her bedroom fireplace seemed to only burn brighter. Hotter. “Alcina… What about Heisenberg? What will he do when-“

“Forget about Heisenberg.” The way she spat his name made it sound almost evil. “That man doesn’t know how to treat a woman, a lady of such…” she looked down at your new necklace, and drifted back up to your eyes, “rarity.” Then she looked at your lips.

“But what about the lycans… they’ll miss me.” Your own thoughts get foggy and your breath grows thick. You try to think of another excuse but all you can think of is how her eyebrows wrinkled in concentration and need. How her skin looked so warm. How her hair curled against her skin. How red her lips were. How much her rose perfume is overpowering the scent of your cinnamon satchel.

“Let them.” Her gloved fingers graze the back of your ears and beneath your jaw. Your mouth is agape and your eyelids heavy. Your lips brush against one another, and in that moment, you both know what your answer is.

[patrickswhore]

Karl Heisenberg X male reader

A/n: i couldn’t find any gifs of my daddy so I made one 😂 also sorry for not updating for a while, schools been tough but I’m in self isolation so I have plenty of time to write 😂 also light smut towards the end.

I stood at the back of my house, chopping wood for the burner. The snow fell heavy, making the wood crunch as it hit the cold ground.

I could see my breath as I breathed out in exhaustion. This winter was gonna be tough for me and my family. As the only man in my household and newly turned 21, I was just waiting for my sisters to play match makers and find me a young lady... hopefully that would be a while. In my village, being attracted to the same gender isn’t really a thing. So I’ll just have to suck it up, marry and have kids... you know, conform to society.

I walked inside with the lumber, shaking to get the snow off me like a wet dog. I placed it by the fireplace and threw a few blocks on the fire.

I hung my jacket on the coat rack and walked to the living room where my sister was sitting, chatting with a friend and drinking tea.

“Where’ve you been, (Y/N)? Fooling around with a lady?” My sister asked sarcastically, making fun of my lack of luck with women.

“Very funny, Paula” I rolled my eyes and walked into my moms bedroom, knocking softly on the door before entering.

Mother was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling. I knelt by her side, taking her hand. Ever since father passed away she hasn’t been the same, she lays in bed all day, not talking nor eating much.

“How are you feeling, mother?”

“....”

“I haven’t found a job yet.. but I promise I’ll find the money for your medicine, mother.... I promise”

She didn’t answer, she just kept on staring. I sighed and walked out the room, closing the door softly behind me.

“(Y/N), one of the neighbours came with this letter for you when you were out”

My sister handed me a letter, my name on the front in a crude handwriting. I opened the letter, it had a beautiful wax seal, decorated with a horse. The letter read:

Dear (Y/N)

Congratulations on your 21th birthday. You’ve been selected to come work for Karl Heisenberg at the factory on the outskirts of town. You’ve been selected because of your high grades and physical attributes. Please report to the factory as quickly as possible.

Kind regards, Karl Heisenberg.

My heart skipped a beat, Karl Heisenberg was asking me to come work for him. I couldn’t believe it, I rushed to me and my sisters room, quickly putting on some clean clothes and my prayer shoes. I ran into my mothers room, kneeling besides her once again.

“Mother, great news! I’m gonna go work for Lord Heisenberg...”

“.....”

“I love you mother, I’ll be back soon”

I rushed out, giving my sister a peak on the forehead and storming out the front door and into the freezing weather.

I walked up the hill to the metal doors, the factory was up and running, making a hell of a lot of noise. I banged on the heavy doors before it slowly opened on its own, revealing a room filled with scrap metal.

I heard the cracking sound of an intercom before hearing a low voice speaking.

“Ah! (Y/N) great you’re here so quickly. Please make your way to my office, all you have to do is make a left where you are and walk straight. It’s as easy as that, I’ll be waiting”

That must be lord Heisenberg speaking. I straighten up and walked as I had been instructed to. The condors were cramped and dimly lit by red lamps. I felt like the further into the factory I got, the more a putrid smell started to emerge. I finally reached the door, knocking two times.

“Yeah come on in!”

I slowly pushed open the metal door and was pleased that the wretched smell was now being overpowered by the scent of cigar smoke. There he sat, his back turned to me as I slowly shut the door. His hair was long and rugged, and he was toying with a small knife between his fingers.

“It’s great to finally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N). My men has had their eyes on you for a while, but you’re more impressive in person” the man stood up, he was taller then me to start with, but also physically more pumped. I was kinda scrawny, but the winter without my farther had put some meat on my bones.

“It’s an honor to be able to work for you, lord” I bowed my head slightly before looking up and finding him much closer then before. He put a finger under my chin, inspecting my face from different angels.

“My men were right, you surely are a very beautiful man”

My breath hitched in my throat.

“I beg you pardon?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, boy... we both know what you are”

“So that’s why you brought me here... not for work”

“Well a special kind of work, if you catch my drift”

“....”

He let go of my chin, moving a step back. I couldn’t deny it, he was extremely hot, but the thought of not being able to sustain my family drove me mad.

“Don’t worry, you’re getting a job at the factory too, and I’ll pay you handsomely for your services.. I know how much your family needs the money”

A stone lifted from my heart. What had I done for mother Miranda to gift me with such fortune? A well paying job and a handsome boss, who could ask for more?

“When do I start?”

“Well, immediately. But first, I have a question” he asked walking closer to me, slowly pushing me against the wall behind us. One hand on the wall besides my head and the other on my waist.

“Do you find me attractive?” His head was inching closer to my neck. His smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, cologne and rusty metal. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yes, very much”

“Good, because I need you to fix something for me” he grabbed my wrist with the hand from my waist and guided it to his crotch. I cupped his growing bugle as he made a low growling noise, almost like a dog. I started to softly stroke it as he removed his head from my neck, setting his hat on a nearby table before going back to my neck, kissing and biting along the side. I softly grabbed his dick, sending a shockwave through his body. He pulled back, looking at me through his sunglasses, I could slightly see his eyes which were full of lust. He put both his hands on my waist before moving me to the table, turning me around and bending me over it.

“You like that? You dirty man” he huffed, grinding against my ass, a hand on the back of my neck and another under my shirt on the small of my back.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you hear me?” He gave my ass a hard slap, I cried out in pleasure and surprise, gripping the edge of the table.

I could hear his belt buckle being undone as I waited. Suddenly a voice over the loud speakers outside.

“All four lords, report to the castle immediately. Glory be to mother Miranda”

“You have to be fucking kidding me, what does that super sized bitch want now?” He huffed in annoyance buckling his belt again. I stood up, sitting on the table which I had just been bent over.

“I’ll be back very soon” he placed himself between my legs and gave me a passionate kiss, I of course, kissed back.

He put on his hat before storming out the door. I sighed and hung my head. Fuck...

Bonus:

“You’re late, Heisenberg” Alcina snapped as Karl stomped inside.

“I was in the middle of something”

“In the middle of what? You’re such a-“ she stopped dead in her tracks as Karl sat down, completely forgetting about his huge bulge.

“Oh.. I see, you’ve gotten a bit too happy for one of your experiments again”

Karls eyes widened as he swung his jacket over his lap, covering his crotch.

“Shut up bitch, and stop looking at my dick”

“ watch your mouth, child. Moreau, wanna bet on how long this one is gonna last until he kills him?”

Moreau giggled before getting hit in the back with a sheet of metal.

“Not this one, freak!.... this one is different”

“Mhmm, let’s see about that”

“I’ll rip your fucking over sized head off, you stupid bitch!” The hammer flew into Karls hand before Miranda interrupted.

“I’ll fucking show you... he’s the one”