#I have a bookshelf

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[pangur-and-grim]

Grim went off her food today. vomited up breakfast, and then refused to touch anything further. I thought the vomit was Pangur’s at first, so I spent the whole day babying her and hand feeding, until dinner when it became clear Grim was the one with nausea.

I’ve been doing my best to keep Grim from the kitten food, because the high fat content can give adult cats pancreatitis, but there’s been a couple times where I’ve put the food somewhere I thought was inaccessible only to find Grim up there accessing it. I didn’t think she’d stolen more than a couple mouthfuls, but her symptoms today seem very pancreatitis-y.

I’m so angry at myself for not having done a better job keeping the kitten food out of reach. I took her to an emergency vet (my regular one was closed) and they’ve decided to keep her overnight. the bloodwork tomorrow should show whether it’s pancreatitis.

[sunnypsychopath-blog]

The chair metaphor

It's not mine, I've just heard it, but I wanted to share, because it's splendid.

So, imagine that the goal of your life in society is to build a chair. Everyone's building one.

Some get parts for ye ol' standard IKEA chairs with full instructions. Some have some luxury chairs passed down from generations. Some get nothing and have to scrape for stools and bits and pieces. Some get non-standard chairs, like a car chair or an armchair, and they are looked at weirdly, but a chair's a chair, right?

So imagine you're getting parts, you're building that chair that everyone expects of you... when you start to realise that the parts you have are not parts of a chair at all.

Faced with that, you have some choices. You can bend and break those parts, like a horrible display of DIWhy worthy of 5minutescrafts, making it a chair against what it is. You'll be unhappy, trapped in that rigid contraption you've made a chair, sitting in a throne of bleeding wood, but at least it'll be a chair. Sitting there might kill you, like a death by a thousand cuts, and you might find that whatever appliance it was supposed to be, now it can't do its job. You have a chair, yes. It's killing you with every second, but at least you have one. You're just like everybody else.

Others don't - or can't - adhere to these rules and instead, sneakily, slowly build whatever they have. Maybe they don't know how to cut wood, or they've missed some of the instructions on how a chair is supposed to look, but they're stubbornly building whatever they got, hoping that in the end it'll turn out to be a chair.

Imagine you're working on this "chair", but with each part it's more and more clear it's not a chair at all. You're putting final touches on it, and get comments at how weird your chair is. Everyone's supposed to have a chair, so you can't have anything else, right?

So you're faced with a choice again. You look at your table, or bookshelf, or computer, or treasure chest, or whatever that is, and you can either pretend it's a chair or come clean.

And it's hard, since there's the pressure. Everyone expects a chair from you. So you grit your teeth, and you smile, and you say "Look at my chair! Isn't it awesome?" while sitting on an aquarium. "Can't you see I'm a person just like you, I have my chair here, everything's fine!" as you bounce on an inflatable ball. "Sure, my chair is kinda weird, but you can accept me, right?" you're trying to hide the desperation in your voice, because they might realise at any moment that it's not a chair at all. But they don't. They're so used to their chairs that they never thought that anyone could have anything else.

And there's the well-meaning people, who nod and say "that looks uncomfortable... Maybe you should change your armrests to better ones?" and they think they understand - after all their armrests were uncomfortable also before they switched theirs. But what they cannot comprehend is that you can't switch armrests on a bookshelf. "If you don't like it, maybe you can add a couple pillows?" "thanks," you say, "I'll get to it." you say, while knowing that no pillows will work on a bouncy ball.

And there comes a moment in your life when you've got enough pretending. When you start to understand that others don't understand you. Maybe you've met some people who unapologetically have their picture frames on display on their shelves. Maybe you've met people who ride around wildly on a skateboard or you can see someone just like you - a person with an aquarium, feeding the fish with a smile while your tank stands empty, and you start to understand that the "chair" is not the only thing that exists. There's more out there.

At this point you climb down that uncomfortable perch, look at your furniture and start using it the way it was supposed to be. You start to understand what it means.

You start to understand yourself.

And when a person with an actual chair comes along, takes a good, long look at your bookshelf that has filled with your favourite novels or your bed with freshly washed sheets, or your aquarium full of fish and asks "are you sure you're doing this right?"

You just smile, and say: "Of course. Just look at my chair."

It's perfect.

I got a bookshelf. What do you guys have?

[modmad]

if you ever got the chance to make a TPoH viddy game would it have a fishing minigame

what do you think I am, an idiot? of COURSE it would have a fishing minigame

[privatejoker]

painting forever until i die or have to get a job day 1 tip jar

[foldingfittedsheets]

Last night I got woken up by some mysterious erratic thumping outside on the building. It instantly shot me into the nighttime Fear. I tried to calm myself down but couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining I was about to hear the sliding glass door shatter or hear a malevolent creak on the stairs.

I eventually slunk my way into my wife’s room to whimper about it. They grabbed a wooden sword and patrolled the perimeter, returning to report all was okay.

Today we’re both super tired but I’m grateful I have a partner who doesn’t get grumpy about my irrational stuff.

[cerisesparadise]

this one's for you — lee heeseung

pairing - basketball captain!heeseung x supportive girlfriend!reader

genre - fluff, established relationship, university au, sports au

warnings - rivalry (it's just friendly competition between enhadream though lol), mentions of kisses - lmk if there's more!

wc - 1.7k

sypnosis - In the midst of a fierce rivalry between two universities, Decelis Academy of Excellion faces off against NCIT - Neo Culture Insititute of Technology - in a championship game. As tension builds on the court, his girlfriend’s unwavering support becomes his secret weapon

mentions - nct dream as the opposing basketball team (my engene czennie heart <3)

a/n - hi!! i'm cerise!! i wrote this because i was scrolling through tiktok and saw clips of movies like "she's dating the gangster" and "high school musical", so ofc, the first person to come into mind was heeseung. though this isn't the first time i've written something, it is the first post on this blog (i'm so rusty- i apologise :') ). so here's to my first post - hope you enjoy reading!

also- i know heeseung's jersey in the header pic says 11 but for the sake of the story pls pretend it's 01 </3 | bookshelf

The atmosphere in the arena is electric, buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Tonight, Decelis Academy of Excellion is facing off against their long-time rivals, NCT Dream from the Neo Culture Institute of Technology. This isn’t just any game; it’s the championship finals, a battle that both teams have been gearing up for all season. The stakes couldn’t be higher, and the entire university has turned out to show their support.

You sit among the packed bleachers, the air thick with school spirit as students wave banners and shout team chants. It’s a sea of blue and white, the colours of Decelis Academy, and you can feel the pride radiating from every corner of the gym. As the clock ticks down to game time, the anticipation grows, every heartbeat syncing with the excited chatter around you.

Down on the court, Heeseung, the captain of your university's basketball team, Enhypen, is warming up. He’s the embodiment of focus and determination, his eyes scanning the court while he practises his shots. You can’t help but admire him — the way he commands the game, the way he leads his teammates with both skill and charisma. But tonight is different; it’s not just a regular match. This is a culmination of years of rivalry, and the pressure is palpable.

As the lights dim and the spotlight shines down, the announcer’s voice booms through the gym, introducing the teams. The crowd erupts in cheers as Heeseung and his teammates take the court, and you can see the camaraderie among them, the bond forged through countless hours of practice and shared goals.

You pull Heeseung's oversized varsity jacket tighter around yourself, the warmth and scent of his cologne comforting. It’s your way of feeling connected to him, even as he prepares to lead his team into battle against NCT Dream. You watch him with pride, knowing that this game is more than just a championship; it’s a chance to establish Decelis Academy as the reigning champion over their rivals.

As the game unfolds, the tension builds with every point scored. Heeseung’s skill is undeniable; he moves fluidly, orchestrating plays and rallying his teammates. The score is neck and neck, and with each possession, you can feel your heart racing alongside the crowd.

With only two minutes left in the game, the score is tied, and the tension is at its peak. You can’t help but bite your lip, every second feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, Heeseung catches your eye. You can tell he’s feeling the pressure, but then, as he glances your way again, he does something unexpected.

He taps his chest twice, subtly, then points at you. You don’t realise what he’s doing at first, but then he mouths something, clear even from across the court: “This one’s for you.” 

Your breath catches. Before you can process it, Heeseung is back in motion, his body moving like it’s running on pure instinct. Flashes of memories flood his mind, reminding him why he fights so hard for this victory.

He remembers those late night practices, standing alone on the court as the gym echoed with the sound of his dribbling. Suddenly, he hears a familiar voice. “Come on, Hee! Just one more shot!” It’s you, sitting on the bleachers with a smile that lights up the dark gym. You’ve been there every night, keeping him company and offering encouragement even when he’s exhausted.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, shaking his head, and with renewed determination, he sinks the next shot effortlessly. Your applause echoes in his mind, pushing him forward.

The day before the championship, Heeseung had been a bundle of nerves, pacing in his room. You sat next to him, holding his hands and looking him in the eye. “You’ve worked so hard for this. Just remember, win or lose, I’m proud of you, Heeseung.” you said softly.

His heart swelled at your words, grounding him in the moment. “Thanks, babe. I’ll make you proud,” he promised, and in that instant, he believed he could conquer anything.

He remembers a time when he had been feeling down after a particularly tough loss. You surprised him with his favourite snacks, setting up a little picnic on the bleachers. “You know what? You’re still my number 1, no matter what. That’s your jersey number for a reason, Hee.” you said, your eyes sparkling with warmth.

“Really?” he asked, his heart lifting at your words.

“Absolutely! And besides, I’m always here to support you,” you assured him, and he couldn’t help but smile at how lucky he was.

Then there was that one practice where he felt like he just couldn’t hit a shot. Frustrated, he threw the ball down, running a hand through his hair. You stepped in close, your expression sympathetic. “Hey, even the best have off days. Remember when you taught me to shoot? I thought I’d never get it!” You demonstrated a dramatic air ball, making him burst into laughter.

“You’re right,” he admitted, a smile creeping back, “But you eventually got it, didn’t you?”

“Exactly! And you’ll find your rhythm again. Just give it time,” you encouraged, and he felt the weight lift off his shoulders, renewed with confidence.

During practice, you had always cheered from the sidelines, celebrating even the smallest victories. “Yes! That’s it, Hee! You’re on fire!” The way you looked at him, full of pride ignited something else inside him. He wants to replicate that joy on the court tonight, not just for himself but for you.

The memory fades, and he focuses back on the court. The countdown begins, and he recalls your unwavering support, how you’ve always been his anchor.

On the court, players from both teams are moving in a flurry of motion. Heeseung calls out to his teammates, his voice cutting through the noise. “Jake, move to the left! Sunghoon, set the pick!”

“Got it!” Jake replies, darting into position while Sunghoon takes his place, ready to block an incoming defender.

The crowd roars as Heeseung manoeuvres through the opposing players, sweat beading on his forehead. He catches a glimpse of you in the stands, your eyes locked on him, radiating support. That glance fuels his determination even more.

“Stay focused!” Jungwon shouts from the perimeter, eyes scanning the court. “We need to take control of this game! Make every second count!”

“Let’s go, Decelis!” the crowd chants, the rhythmic clapping reverberating through the arena.

As the game continues, Dream counters aggressively. A tall defender lunges at Heeseung, trying to steal the ball. “You think you can get past me, Captain?” Jisung taunts, grinning.

Heeseung smirks back. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, Park!”

He swiftly dribbles around him, passing the ball to Jay, who quickly takes a shot from the three-point line. The ball sails through the air, but the tension rises as it bounces off the rim.

“Get the rebound!” Heeseung yells, sprinting toward the basket.

Riki is there, leaping high to grab the ball before it falls. “I got it!” he shouts, landing solidly and passing it back to Heeseung, who is now at the three-point arc.

“Take it, Hee!” Sunoo calls, eyes wide with anticipation.

With the clock ticking down, Heeseung feels the pressure mounting. He glances at the scoreboard, then back at you. He taps his chest twice and points at you, mouthing the words “This one’s for you.”, dedicating the victory shot to you. He breathes deeply and launches the ball just as the buzzer sounds, the world around him fading to silence.

The ball arcs through the air, time slowing as it nears the hoop. Heeseung holds his breath, and for a moment, the entire gym is silent, every eye glued to the ball.

“C’mon, c’mon!” Jake whispers, his hands clenched.

Suddenly, the ball swishes through the net, and the arena erupts into a symphony of cheers. Heeseung pumps his fist in the air, a triumphant smile breaking across his face as his teammates rush to celebrate with him.

“Let’s go! We did it!” Jungwon shouts, engulfing Heeseung in a hug.

“That was the cleanest shot ever!” Riki exclaims, high fiving him.

“I told you he’d make it!” Sunghoon laughs, slapping Heeseung on the back.

As the crowd continues to roar, Heeseung looks over to the stands, where you're beaming with pride. The moment feels surreal; he knows this victory is as much yours as it is his. You leap from your seat, your heart racing as you push through the flood of fans and teammates, your eyes locked on Heeseung.

“HEESEUNG!!” you shout, your voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Adrenaline fueled your every step as you sprinted towards him.

In an instant, you’re in his arms, jumping into him as he catches you effortlessly. The world around you fades as you both laugh, your heart soaring with pride and love. He spins you around, and as blue and white confetti begins to rain down from above, it feels like a scene from a fairytale.

“I can’t believe you did it!” you exclaim, breathless and beaming.

“Thank you for believing in me,” Heeseung replies, his voice warm and sincere. “I couldn’t have done it without you, babe.”

With a quick glance around, he pulls you in closer, leaning down to capture your lips in a victorious kiss. The moment is electric, the soft flutter of confetti swirling around you adding to the magic. It drifts through the air like tiny stars, each flake catching the light and highlighting the joy of the moment.

“Get a room, you two!” Jake shouts playfully, laughing as he joins the cheering crowd.

“Captain’s got a new strategy – distract the opponent with romance!” Sunghoon jokes, earning a chorus of laughter from the team.

As the teasing continues, Heeseung pulls back slightly, still holding you tight, his forehead resting against yours. The blue and white confetti dances around you, settling on your hair and shoulders, but all you can focus on is the warmth in his eyes.

“Let’s celebrate together,” he says, eyes sparkling with happiness. The energy of the crowd only amplifies the warmth between you, solidifying this victory as one you’ll both cherish forever. 

© cerisesheaven — please do not plagiarize, repost, translate, copy, or alter any of my works. thank you angel!

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[sankta-lucia]

We Have Always Lived In The Castle by Shirley Jackson // illustrated by Annie Hoffmeister // Folio Society 2023

[bibliosims]

michaela addison

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Good Rich Earth: A Science Fiction Retelling of "The Secret Garden"

Ever since Mary had become an orphan, all adults did was tell each other about her story.

"Raised practically by robots, the poor thing. On one of those military space stations. She's never stepped foot on a planet!"

They talked over her just as if she wasn't there. Mary hated it. But then, she'd gotten used to hating things. Earth had so many things to hate.

She hated the outside air that got too hot or too cold or too humid and couldn't be changed by flipping a switch. She hated the sky with its constantly-changing light levels. She hated the gray clouds that always seemed to hang low over the big stone house where she was supposed to live with her uncle. She hated the vast, barren lands with the short scrubby plants that were all that had managed to grow since the Disasters.

But she hated the echoing darkness of that big house most of all, and so she spent most of her days in the hateful outdoors, looking for something to do. Ben let her tag along sometimes as he tended to the grounds. He called himself a gardener, so naturally Mary asked what a garden was.

"Its where we grow plants on purpose," Ben said.

"Like hydroponics?"

Ben sneered. "Hydroponics!" He lifted a handful of dirt from the ground. "In good rich earth! None of those weak, wispy water-plants with no more nutrition in them than a wet rag!"

Mary couldn't get another word out of him after that--he was too busy muttering to himself about space stations and their unholy, unnatural ways.

But she kept wondering about gardens. She liked the word, liked the idea--having seen nothing similar in any space station.

"If only you'd been here when the mistress was alive," Martha said. "You'd have seen gardens enough then. Always tending to her plants, she was. Trying to bring back flowers what was lost in the Disasters."

But when the mistress was lost, so were her gardens--locked away and left to decay by the husband who couldn't bear to see the site of his wife's death. It seemed unfair to Mary--the one interesting thing on this planet had been abandoned, and now there was nothing left for her.

Or was there? The gardens weren't destroyed--just locked. And locks always had keys.

The search for that locked door became the sole pursuit that filled Mary's days. She searched every corner of the house, looked for cellars, searched among the outbuildings for anything that looked like the wall of a garden. As she searched, she found she noticed the wind and cold less--grew even to like it, as exercise kept her warm. She even found other things that, though they were not the door, proved to be worth finding. A stubby little plant with purple flowers that opened overnight. A stream of clear water from snowmelt. And--best of all--the robin.

He became a companion on her hunt, the little bird--a cheerful voice that flitted about and checked on her progress before returning to his little labors.

It was while following him one day that Mary found the garden. The robin, in his daily fluttering, perched atop a building that she'd passed by a thousand times, sitting on the very edge of the eaves. Then the robin twittered, stepped back--and disappeared, seeming to fall straight through the solid roof.

"Hologram," Ben explained later. "A protective field. Keeps the temperature beneath a bit more stable, lets in rain and birds for water and pest control, and keeps prying eyes from seeing what's inside. Mistress used it to protect her work--plenty of folks who'd steal a cutting and give it to the corporations."

At last! The lost garden!

But still no door. Mary spent days prowling around the walls, searching for an opening, and found nothing but solid brick.

Until one sunny day, when the robin landed on the ground at the base of the wall. As he folded his wings, one of them brushed the bricks, and Mary saw the faintest shimmer of light ripple across a section of the wall.

This, Mary recognized--EtherDoors were a fact of space station life. With the right key, the wall could become permeable enough to let a person through--no need for the extra space or machinery a door required.

The robin fluttered toward a short shrub and sang a cheerful song. As Mary's eyes followed him, she saw a patch of dirt beneath the branches--and suddenly realized that the rock she had seen there a thousand times was no rock at all.

Mary lifted the shining, convex piece of black metal--a simple piece hiding complicated electronics. She pressed it to the center of where the EtherDoor stood--and her hand went through the wall. With two more steps, the rest of Mary followed.

She found herself in paradise.

She had never seen so much green. It covered the ground, climbed the walls, twisted around posts. There were trees with flowers on their branches. Bushes with tiny lacy leaves. Rubbery green stems with silky red and yellow cup-shaped blossoms on top. Thousands of plants, tangled, matted and twisted together, but all alive, drawing food from the earth and reaching up, up, up toward the sun.

For the first time, Mary was truly on Earth, as it was supposed to be.

And she saw that it was magical.

[echo-of-damnation]

Love Me Loving You

Tags: Konrad CurzexFem!Reader, body worship, vaginal sex, fluff and smut, slow start, slight power play, possessive reader, biting, love marks, slightly subby Konrad, mention of impregnation

Summary: It was the first time in weeks you got Konrad to actually let his guard down and rest. Admittedly it was like trying to wrangle irritable raptors on their best days, but some how you managed. He demanded you keep awake while he slept “in case of an emergency,” but you both know nothing would be happening, the ship had been sailing through space for the last month and wouldn’t be contacting anything or anyone for another four.

Ooooooooooor Reader finally convinces Konrad to take a little time to relax and "relax" they do.

Echo's echo: This has partly inspired by a thing in saw here about Konrad needing someone to give him a little tender loving care and partly because I felt bad about what I did to him in my other fic. Bat Dad deserves some lovin' and I am here to provide it

Word Count: 4,436

It was the first time in weeks you got Konrad to actually let his guard down and rest. Admittedly it was like trying to wrangle irritable raptors on their best days, but some how you managed. He demanded you keep awake while he slept “in case of an emergency,” but you both know nothing would be happening, the ship had been sailing through space for the last month and wouldn’t be contacting anything or anyone for another four.

He had picked you up like you were a fussy child and sat you down against the headboard of his much too large bed. For someone known for his violent brutality, Konrad enjoyed the softest silk sheets and dozens of the fluffiest pillows the galaxy had. You knew the whole routine by now, it was rare, but you enjoyed these little moments of tenderness you could share with your beloved.

                While you moved one of the many pillows behind you to support your back, you watched as Konrad stripped from his armor. If it were any other baseline watching, they would only see the fearsome concentration that seemed to be permanently etched into his features, but you could see the sluggishness in his movements. The way he put the pieces on the table like they were aa touch too heavy for him, how he took a fraction of a second longer to unbuckle the straps around his waist, his eyelids seeming to threaten to close on him the longer he stood. Once he was out of it, he worked on putting on the loose tunic and pants you had sown for him from the softest linen one of the imperial planets had had.

Taking your eyes away to finish getting ready yourself, you leaned over to the small table you had him put in by the bed and pulled out the small bag of selfcare products you had brought for this journey. Opening it you pulled out a bottle of oil you had the apothecaries make to soothe his aching muscles and a different bottle of oil and a wooden wide toothed comb for his hair and scalp. Konrad rarely took proper care of himself, often going to bed in the same bloody underclothes for weeks on end, letting his long hair turn into the equivalent of a rats nest. The first few times after he picked you up from your home planet and allowed you to sleep in his bed with him, you thought you would die from the smell and the sickly sticky feeling his sheets left you in. No one ever fought the Night Haunter for fear of being killed, but you fought him on this. It was like pulling teeth until one day you told him you would not touch him until he did something about it all. To the surprise to everyone but you, Konrad conceded and began to at least shower and use clean clothes and sheets when you were here (which was starting to be more often).

With a loud huff, Konrad all but fell into the cloud soft bed, scooting himself until his head rested comfortably in your lap looking up at you. You had noticed he loved the plushness of your thighs, so you used them to your advantage in moments like this. Once he was settled, you could feel him sink into you as he closed his eyes and let out a content sigh. Looking down at him like this reminded you of how beautiful he was. Many people would and have called you crazy for agreeing to be his bride, but you knew Konrad better than anyone. Watching the tension melt away before your eyes as he finally let himself relax was almost heretical. Relaxed like this, he looked like a different man. Someone who never had to fight for his next meal as a child, who knew a warm bed and a homemade meal. The frown that seemed almost permanent fading away to plush lips, his tight cheeks loosening so that the small bit of fat he had there filled and rounded them.

Not being able to help yourself, you brought one of your hands to caress his cheek, feeling the warmth he radiated just under his skin. Konrad hummed low in his chest, leaning into your touch. You knew how much physical touch soothed him and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted, it was almost impossible for you to keep your hands off of him. “You are staring again, my love,” Konrad murmured as he took hold of the hand on his face, pulling you wrist to his lips to kiss you softly.

“Mm I guess I am. Can I be blamed when the most beautiful creature sits prettily in my lap?” you loved to tease him.

Huffing, Konrad nipped playfully at the pulse point on your wrist, “I know of no such beast.”

The two of you shared a moment, soft smiles sitting on your faces as you took your hand from his. Reaching over to the table you grabbed the oil for his muscles, pouring a generous amount in your hand. As you rubbed your hands together to warm the oil, Konrad readjusted himself to ensure you had full access of his upper body.

The smell of deep lavender filled the small space, easing the tension of both of your bodies just from the smell. Slowly you bring your hands to either side of his neck and begin to work the tight muscles. A low moan escaped his lips as you worked out the knots, pushing firmly with your thumbs down the length of his neck to where his shoulders met. His mouth falling open slightly as you continued to work in that junction where all of the stresses of his life seemed to make their home.

Content with your work once you feel the knots melt away, you begin working on his arms one at a time. Moving his right arm so you have better access, you start working at his shoulder, working the deltoid. You marveled at the strength that hid just under the skin, you could feel it as you massaged and caressed him. Even the scars that littered his body was magnificent, the visual memories of battles fought and won. They had an almost silvery sheen to them against his grey skin as if they were tattoos of the finest ink. Working your way down his arm and down his forearm, you picked up his hand to massage the small muscles there.

He always held things too tightly, either from frustration of the task or from the fear of failing, and it never failed to fatigue his hands. They were large and lean like the rest of him. You took care around the newest splits in his skin around his knuckles trying to keep the oil from them, but it was a fruitless attempt. A hiss made its way out of him as a small drop found its way in, sending a slight burn down his arm. You brought his hand to your mouth and gently licked at the burning knuckle, trying to soothe the pain. It wasn’t a conscious thought; your hands were both coated, and you needed to deal with the issue. A deep and low groan rumbled from his chest as you lapped at his knuckle. Peaking down at him, the pure unbridled want in his eyes sent a shock straight down to your groin. His black eyes watching every movement of your tongue.

Throne he is beautiful, you thought. Letting your body act on its own, you began to run your tongue up his thick finger savoring the flavor that was uniquely Konrad. His mouth fell open a little wider as you took his fingers in your mouth, a moan vibrating in your throat at the warmth and weight of them in your tongue. Looking back down you could see him struggle to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. The thought of this monster from the nightmares of millions across the stars laying in your lap as you sucked off his finger made you giggle. Removing his hand from your mouth you playfully bit at the fat just under his thumb, earning you a hiss and a light thwack on your forehead.

“I was rather enjoying that before you rudely mauled me,” he grumbled, closing his eyes once more as you moved on to his other arm. “Oh, I can see just how much you enjoyed it, my love,” a blush coloring his pale cheeks at your teasing. You took more professional care on his other arm, making sure to work out the knots. Adjusting the pressure or location at the request of the man beneath you.

Placing his other arm down you reapplied more oil in your hands and started to work on his chest. Tucking your arms under the wide neck of the tunic he wore, you started with slow circles around his pecs paying close attention to the outer side of them. Because of the size of your ungrateful client, you had to bend over his face a bit. You didn’t think it was a problem until deep in concentration you felt teeth lightly graze the skin of your breast. Quickly leaning back up, you hadn’t realized that Konrad had been gently pulling and tearing at the neck of your shirt to free your breast.

With a slap to the face a tad harder than you anticipated, the hunger in Konrads eyes returned. “Now sweet thing, you know you can not tempt a blood hungry beast with a supple piece of meat,” a shit eating grin spreading across his face, “I was simply acting on…instinct.”

“Well, if this beast can not behave, then they can groom themselves,” you huffed as you crossed your arms against your chest to pout.

A low rumbling chuckled filled the room and unfortunately sending vibrations against your lower region. You tried to ignore it as you continued to pout as Konrad easily moved your arms away, bringing your wrists to his mouth and tenderly kissing each one. “I jest my love. Please continue, it feels so nice,” if you didn’t know better you could have almost said he was giving you puppy dog eyes to bolster his honeyed words.

“Fine but act out again and you can have Jago do the rest!” you said as you tried to hid a smile. You went to place your hands back under his shirt before he grabbed both of your wrists, “Perhaps you could do this from the other direction to…get a better angle.” You knew what the man under you was alluding to. You saw the way his nostrils had flared when his laugh hit your core and if you were going to be honest, it had been a while since you enjoyed something solid between your thighs.

“I’m only doing this to do a better job. No funny business, okay Mister,” you knew it was an empty threat, but you couldn’t let Konrad think he won this easily. “My honor as a Primarch in my Father’s Imperium permits me from any ‘funny business’,” you made to slap him again, but Konrad easily caught your wrist, running his tongue along the veins before placing a soft kiss on them. A shiver going straight down your spine with it all.

Konrad lifted himself from your thighs and in a practiced motion, picked you up and placed you on his stomach seeming to make good on his “no funny business” promise. He pulled off the tunic and moved the pillow you had been leaning against under his head. As you got comfortable straddling him, you knew he would be able to feel the warmth that radiated from your cunt.

After both of you were settled, you returned to your work massages his chest. Konrad let a sigh from his nose as he relaxed into the pillow and closed his eyes, placing his hands on each of your thighs. A slow pattern emerged as you work the muscles in his chest and on his sides, the warm oil allowing your hands to glide effortlessly across his skin. At this angle you were able to drink more of him in. More evidence of past wars sprinkled across his skin, some larger and darker from times that would have surely killed him if he were a mortal man. But he was not a mortal man, he was Konrad Curze the Primarch of the VIIIth legion. He was the Night Haunter from Nostramo. He was a weapon against the xenos and the heretics that threatened the Imperium of Man. He was yours.

Lost in your adoration for this man beneath you, the feeling of Konrad gently squeezing your thighs brought your mind back to the present. His eyes were still closed as you tended to him, if you didn’t know better you would have assumed he was asleep if not for the steady rising of his hands up your thighs. Deciding to play this game he was starting; you slowly brought your hands back to his pecs and flicked your thumbs across both of his nipples. He inhaled sharply through his nose but kept his eyes closed, his grip on your thighs tightening. Repeating the motion one more time, you felt his thumbs make their way to your crotch, applying gentle pressure at the fat just under the clothes you wore. You began to play with his nipples, rolling them between your thumb and forefinger, watching his face for any change. His jaw clenched as his breathing deepened, still keeping his eyes closed as if to focus on your hands.

Leaning forward you take one of his nipples in your mouth, lovingly taking it between your teeth to suckle at it as you pulled on the other with your hand. A groan vibrating through his body hitting you right in your aching cunt again causing you to involuntarily grind against his stomach. Catching this moment, Konrad moved his hands to the top of your thighs forcing your body to grind against him. The friction and pressure was delicious against you, a moan pouring from your mouth and against his chest.

In one quick motion, Konrad grabbed your chin and brought your mouth up to his, desperate to taste you. You grant him entry into your mouth, feeling his tongue fight for space against yours, licking every inch of your warm mouth. Putting his hand back on your thigh, he started to grope your ass as he continued to grind you against him. You brought your hands up to the base of his neck, it was much too large for you to do any damage but you both loved the attempt of taking power from him. You tightened your hands around his neck, earning a growl into your mouth as you did so. You could feel his core tighten up with his desperate thrusts up with his hips.

A sudden slap on your ass ripped a yelp from your throat that turned into a needy moan as the sudden pain melted into a pleasurable ache. Running your hands up his neck and into his hair, you pull his head up and to the side giving you full access to his pretty throat. Pulling away from the kiss you lick and nip your way down, savoring the flavor of his sweat mixing with the oil you had massaged into the skin. The pulse from his twin hearts slamming through his veins as you followed them with your tender kisses. Konrad shamelessly let out a moan at your loving attention as you left sweet love marks of bruises mixed with your teeth on his skin.

It was a decadent treat when you were allowed to take control and worship his body. Leaving reminders of your love and devotion across his skin for all to see. He was yours and you were his and while all knew not to touch you just by the mere knowledge that you were Konrad’s, you always felt the need to stake your claim on him. To show to the universe that you and you alone were granted access to him in his most vulnerable and animalistic state.

The sound of ripping fabric and cool air kissing your ass brought you back from your thoughts of needing to mark the ethereal creature between your legs. You could feel the spot of wetness you had made against him and now with the loss of any barrier you could relish in the feeling of your cunt slide against him. Konrad gently pushed you away from his neck. You were blessed with the sight of his abused lips and neck, tightening the hot coil in your core. You could never get tired of this sight of his swollen lips and bruised neck. Konrad looked up at you, want clear in his eyes, as he brought his hand up to your shirt.

You leaned back with your hands bracing behind you, as you both maintained eye contact as he slowly ripped your shirt the rest of the way open. Throwing the shredded scraps away to join wherever he threw the pieces of your pants. Like a man worshiping, he ran his large rough hands up and down your sides, needing to feel every inch of you. Bringing his hands to squeeze as the soft fat of your waist and belly, you knew he was imagining you full and pregnant with his sons. You knew because it was the same thing you always thought of when he played with your belly.

Running his hands back up your body, he cupped your breasts in his hands and groped them roughly. You pushed your chest into his hands, letting your head fall back as you melted into his touch. His rough palms scratching deliciously against your hard nipples adding to the wonderful sensations. Konrad sat up then, paying back the attention you gave to him and took your nipple into his mouth. Sucking, biting, and pulling it as if he were a suckling babe trying to draw milk from you, you brought your hands up to hold his head against your breast. Forcing him to stay there as you went back to humping against him, covering him in your arousal.

You knew you were being loud; the walls may be made of metal, but they could have been made of paper with how they allowed your moans echo through the halls of the ship. In a frustrated moment, Konrad ripped his own pants off, freeing his hard and leaking cock. You could feel it bump against your ass as he tried but failed to keep from humping the air. Shoving your hands back into his hair, you took fistfuls in each hand and pulled him away from your nipple, a salacious pop echoing around the room.

You kissed him lovingly this time, melting against his as your arms wrapped around his neck as Konrad wrapped his around your middle. You both stayed like that for some time, tasting each other, feeling your bodies molding against each other. You were in love, and you made sure that with every swipe of your tongue, every kiss, every breathy moan, you showed him. Slowly, Konrad leaned back into the bed, never breaking your kiss.

After a few more loving kisses, you pulled yourself away, a needy whine from Konrad chasing you. “My love. My moon and my stars. No other in the galaxy could ever match the fire in my heart that burns for you,” a blush spreading from his cheeks down to his chest. You moved yourself down his body, lifting yourself over his aching heat. “I had dreamt of the day that I would hold a man like you in my arms,” you positioned his length against your equally aching hole, “and now, I have you.” Konrad threw one of his arms over his eyes, he was never good at taking your compliments and adoration. “My love, please, I want to see you,” you slowly rubbed his tip against your opening, not wanting to take him just yet.

After what felt like eons, Konrad removed his arm and looked at you through eyelashes. The blush tickling his ears, giving him a youthful glow. Once you knew you had his whole attention you began to sink down his length. “I love you,” you breathed out as you felt yourself stretch around him, fighting to keep your eyes from closing as you did. Konrad’s jaw fell open as he moaned, watching you slowly take him in inch by inch. You could feel his heat inside of you and you chased that feeling. You filled yourself full of him, needing him deep within you. Just as it seemed that you could take no more, your body kissed his. The feeling of being this stretched and this full shook you to your core.

Konrad, finally able to move again, brought his hands made to your hips. Lovingly rubbing little circles against your skin with his thumbs. A softness crossed his face and filled his dark eyes, “I love you more.” A needy whine ripped from your throat as you let his words sink into you, filling you up in a way that carnal pleasures never could. Slowly, painfully slowly, you raised yourself up, feeling each bump and vein. You pulled yourself up just enough to feel the ridge of his cock head reach the opening of your dripping cunt and stayed there a moment too long for Konrad’s apparent liking.

Tightening his grips around your hips, enough so that you knew you would have beautiful bruises in the shape of his hands, he forced you back down on him, snapping his hips up to meet your halfway. The sudden fullness had you seeing stars. You relinquished your play on power and let Konrad take back control. He roughly began to fuck into you, desperate to feel more of your wet heat wrap around him. Each forceful push of his hips knocked the breath out of you, causing your moans to have obvious little breaks in time with his thrusts.

Your first orgasm blew through you, Konrad’s rough pace sending you well over the edge. You could feel yourself tighten around him, trying to pull him in and keep him there inside of you forever. You knew he could feel it too from the way he pulled you back down and held you there with a hiss, trying to keep you from moving too much on him to keep himself from cumming too soon.

He let you come down from your high, rubbing your thighs and your hips and belly. Once you caught your breath, you leaned back bracing your hands on his strong legs. You started to fuck yourself on his cock again, wanting to chase your orgasm with another one. Like this you, Konrad hit just you in the right place deep inside of you. Looking at Konrad, you noticed that all he was focused on was watching your wet cunt swallow his cock whole. The realization of him watching you so shamelessly fucking yourself on him scrambled your brain once again, throwing your head back with a load moan. You could feel Konrad’s legs tense under your hands and his cock feeling like it was getting ever so slightly harder. He was close and you were right there with him.

“Konrad! AH- please! So close!” was all you could get out, but your love understood you without question. Resting one large hand on your lower belly, he started to rub tight and fast circles on your clit with his thumb. Your moans bordering on screams with the added stimulation. Konrad’s desperate grunts filling your ears, “I love you. FUCK I love you so much. SO good. Mine. All mine.” You came a second time, harder with his confession of love for you. Slamming your hips down on him one more time to grind against him to bring him over the edge with you, Konrad roared as he filled you with his seed. The warmth of it sending you straight into another orgasm. You could feel yourself bulge a little from the sheer amount of cum filling inside you.

Konrad kept his hand on your lower belly feeling it slightly swell and you brought your hand to rest it on top of his. The sight of you holding his hand against you as if you were heavy with his child, milked him of the last drop of cum in his body and his he was trying to make this vision a reality.

You two stayed like that for a moment, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes in your shared post orgasmic bliss. Feeling the exhaustion finally hit your bones, you fell forward into Konrad’s chest. Listening to his twin hearts just underneath try to settle. “My love, the sun in my sky,” Konrad murmured into the top of your head as he ran a hand up and down your back. You hummed back, too tired to even speak. You felt Konrad gently pulling himself out of you, the emptiness causing you to whine. “Shh my sweet. I must clean our mess,” was all you heard before you felt him pick you up and carry you to the adjoining bath.

Konrad quickly washed you both off, being careful around your abused hole to try not to overstimulate you. Once done he wrapped you in one of his plush towels. It was so big it almost swallowed you whole. Picking you back up he brought you back to your shared bed, now with clean sheets. A serf must have been waiting for the end to change them, that thought sent a blush from ear to ear. Thankful for the towel engulfing you because you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it from Konrad teasing you.

Once in bed, Konrad arranged you both so that he curled around you, his head resting on your chest, sighing as he listened to your heartrate slowly readying for sleep. Humming, you brought your arms around him to hold his head closer. The only sound in the room was your breathing. Floating into sleep, warmed by his body around yours, the last thing you heard before falling completely was something so soft you couldn’t tell if it was for you or just the start of a dream, “My greatest treasure, my happiest moment. I love you forever and always.”

[alicenpai]

started reading emma by kaoru mori today and by golly. i am not a binger by any means (far from it) but i zoomed through half of the story in a day. it's literally That Good................

[suntails]

collab artwork i did for my beloved friend @llondonfog's fic in the horror zine!!! it was such an honor to work on a collab together and i couldn't have asked for a more fun experience!!! <3 go read her fic and leave comments/kudos, it's a treat!

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[demonslayedher]

I very occasionally venture out from under my Tumblr rock and am then reminded why I stay under it. This is your periodic reminder that I am but one nerd on the internet who tries to stick to canon (but has been known to get it wrong), and who also likes making silly non-canonical fanwork not intended to be confused for canon.

But this is more so a reminder to go back to re-enjoy the source material from time to time! No bad takes or misinformation can take that experience away from you! Let that gator rot your brain!

[notbecauseofvictories]

I'm not sure whether KJ Parker is a good writer. However, he writes about divinity in a way that I---the bane of Catholic high school Theology teachers, someone who read Aquinas and Augustine specifically to prove said teachers wrong and then became a lawyer for mysterious reasons definitely unrelated to this---recognize intimately. So he gets a pass.