#drang

[nightmarenoise]

[tm87lord]

drew drang on stream today to get over a lil artblock and i think it was successful enough boys

[x-snowstorm-x]

Ich fühle mich alleine und krank unwichtig der Drang, nach der Klinge zu greifen ist so groß wie schon lange nicht mehr.

[tophats-tea]

FINALLY MADE AN EDIT FOR DANGANRONPA: A NEW GENERATION (go check it out if you haven’t already! @ is under cut)

@danganronpa-a-new-generation GET OVER HERE THIS TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR (which isn’t that much actually what am I talking about)

[kobairaz]

a couple drang x sturm things I drew for a friend before

[twafordizzy]

Hemmerechts ziet verband tussen natuur en Amerikaanse identiteit

Schrijfster Kristien Hemmerechts (1955, Brussel) was in de Verenigde Staten en bewonderde de natuur. Het viel haar op dat die bevreemdend werkt. De natuur in de USA doet denken aan Disneyland: schoon, opgeruimd, gecontroleerd. Maar er is meer: Geiser Old Faithful in het Yellowstone National Park; bron beeld: pinterest.com Amerika heeft reservaten en National Parks. Dor, onvruchtbaar,…

[danganronpa-a-new-generation]

[deathbeguiled]

“Maar goed, als ik denk aan de drie keer dat ik de dood van een familielid heb meegemaakt, er getuige van ben geweest dat een lichaam het begeeft, geen water of voedsel meer toelaat, herinner ik me dat ik het elke keer ervoer als iets wat zowel heel natuurlijk was als onwerkelijk, alsof er iets niet helemaal in de haak was.”

Drang — Kate Zambreno.

[tiangouaway]

this is so

[my-life-fm]

[slayerofsadness]

Ich weiß nicht woher ich das Habe, aber oft lese ich Menschen die mich mit ihren Post berühren oder durch Dinge die ich allgemein Lese. Und in mir kommt eine Stimme die sagt du musst helfen oder zumindest es versuchen. Ich habe keine Ahnung woher der Antrieb kommt, denn ich bin eigentlich eher Ruhig und Schüchtern. Aber manchmal oft kommt es aus mir raus und ich möchte Helfen....

Auch wenn ich in Leben nie das Glück habe, versuche ich wenigstens etwas zu tun, andere zu zeigen ,das es Menschen gibt die nicht Scheiße sind.

[mijnniemandsland]

Rechtsom.

De Filosofische Superioriteit van Rechtsom: Een Beschouwing over Richting en Betekenis In het doolhof van het leven worden we vaak geconfronteerd met talloze keuzes over welke richting we moeten inslaan. In deze context biedt de ogenschijnlijk eenvoudige tegenstelling tussen rechtsom en linksom een venster naar diepere, filosofische overpeinzingen. Dit artikel beoogt, vanuit een filosofisch…

[tophats-tea]

more dr:ang memes i made instead of sleeping :]

@danganronpa-a-new-generation

[shrugsinchinese]

Wulf doodle page! The implications of other people carrying through a wizard’s Wish, considering that he’s both a wizard and follower of the Raven Queen, just thought that it would be an interesting mix between the Fate Divine and Choices Arcane.

[brox-not-a-badger]

Oh, Dear Night Haunter

A much-longer-than-intended Konrad Curze x Reader fic because there aren’t enough on him.

Tw; none, just tooth-rotting fluff and domestic Curze shenanigans (and poor writing)

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Curze is sweet on you, to a painful degree. However he struggles to convey his affections without seeming too “weak” and mushy.

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Konrad Curze. The Night Haunter. Primarch of the VIIth legion. A master of terror and torture. Though, when faced with much more tame and domestic situations, Curze was far out of his element. Not only was he out of his element, but he was also wildly uncomfortable. Thus his infatuation with you. You didn’t seem uncomfortable around him, nor did you pay much attention to his staring habit. That much seemed to both terrify and intrigue him. Why? Why were you so fearless? Why did you treat him with such blatant bravery, or was it stupidity and insolence? Why were YOU, a serf, his lesser, so bold around him?

It didn’t take long for you to notice him watching you again, like a cat watches a mouse. He was staring as you preformed your duties, seemingly confused and even more intrigued by every delicate move you made. He watched how you moved with such grace and elegance. Every small detail, from the way you seemed to glide with every step to the soft smile you gave the second you’d realized he was staring.

Curze seemed to stare even more intensely at you, now that you’d locked eyes with him, it was almost like he was daring you to speak, to say something. He found himself yearning to hear that silky smooth voice of yours. Yearning was not a feeling Curze was used to.

“My lord- I don’t mean to pry, but you’re staring. Again.” The moment those words left your lips, he found he was enthralled once more. You were his muse, but, of course, you didn’t know that yet. Damn you, you enamoring creature.

“You’re beautiful.” The words left his lips before he could even give a second thought. You had taken a quick pause, and that made Curze panic momentarily. Had you thought lesser of him for that comment? It was improper of him to speak out like that, even if he didn’t much care for being proper or professional, but around you that part of him melted. He wanted to ‘clean up his act’ so to speak. At least, around you.

The moment you smiled at him, his concern and panic over his impulsive speech melted. That smile, that enamoring smile was like the song of a siren. He felt his hearts slamming in his chest, heat rushing to his cheeks. Blood of the Emperor himself, was he dying? Was he dying over the smile of a mere mortal woman? He could handle blood and screaming, and flaying the skin off of civilians to wear like a horrible patchwork cape, but he could not handle your mere smile. What was wrong with him, to act out in your presence? The presence of a mere mortal?

“You’re.. uh-… My lord, you’re blushing quite profusely. Are you okay?” You asked him. The sight of the Night Haunter so flustered was a rare sight indeed. You relished in the way he seemed embarrassed and even distracted by such simple gestures. One could even call him cute, in a way. Unfortunately though, you could not afford to linger, having duties to still attend to. “Sir, if you’ll excuse me, I do need to attend to other business-“

“No. Stay… please. Stay.” Curze abruptly commanded with a sharp edge of pleading to his voice, even reaching for you, his hand landing on your shoulder to hold you in place as momentary jealousy and a sense of protectiveness rushed through him at the mere prospect of you tending to one of his other astartes and not him. He wanted you all to himself and it was clear as day in the way his obsidian-black eyes stared at you longingly.

The fearsome Night Haunter. Fawning over a mortal woman’s company. Instead of slipping into cowering submission, you chuckled, despite knowing the horrific actions he was capable of, you found amusement at his obsessive gesture. “You want me to stay with you, my lord?” You asked him. He returned with an awkward and slightly flustered nod. “Are you well? You look flushed.”

“I need you.” The words once more spilled off his tongue like blood from a fresh wound. You stared at him with wide eyes at his surprising confession. Curze, of course, thought this was a negative response. He panicked again, squeezing your shoulder slightly tighter, his entire palm basically engulfing your shoulder. He was bad with affection, but he still wanted to show you affection. Why? What was wrong with him? Why was he so obsessed? He needed answers as to why he felt the need to act so painfully out of character just to be around you.

“P- pardon?” You ask him, staring like at him like he’d gone mad. He had gone mad. Curze has always been mad with visions of a horrible future, but he set those aside long enough to show want for you so badly that he felt the need to behave like a loyal dog for you.

“I want you. Badly. I need you.” Curze said almost sharply, he sounded frustrated and confused with his emotions. “I-… want to touch you. Blood of the Emperor, I twist and turn at night thinking about you.” This confession was both bizarre and somewhat sweet in his own strange way. “I need you like I need the hearts in my chest to pump my lifeblood through my veins, and I don’t understand why.” He reached up to place his hand on your cheek, fingers borderline trembling with such painfully built up emotion.

Curze looked about ready to snap in that moment. You were struck with confusion and a strange sense of understand. His hands were surprisingly cold on your bare cheek, yet you still leaned in. The air felt electric as he leaned in in return. You opened your mouth to speak to him, however he swiftly interrupted your would-be words to kiss you directly on the lips.

Even his lips were cold, but not an unwelcome cold. More like the cold of a soft breeze, rather than the biting cold of an oncoming storm. To him, though, you were so, so warm. He yearned for it. Curze wanted that warmth from you the same way a cat laid in the window sill on a sunny day to bask in the heat of the sun. You were his sun. His sol, his heat. And you’d had no idea up until now, of all times.

When he finally pulled away, you were left in a harsh, speechless daze. Curze was terrible with emotions. He was awkward and clumsy with his confession like a newborn foal trying to walk. He spoke more through actions than words, that much was obvious. For a primarch with such a vicious and tormented reputation, and no clue how to love, he was starting to grasp the concept. All because of you.

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Oh good god, finally finished. Apologies if the writing is poor, this is my first ever fic I’ve written and it’s on my beloved babygirl, the Night Haunter <3

I love him sooo much, I’m not normal about this lil freak

[kmfdmsux]

KMFDM all signing a car during the sturm and drang tour 2003