#hi konrad!

[psychojetcocktail]

I love all my friends so much ahhhh!!!!! Youre all so pretty and cool and i love youuuu

[cuties-in-codices]

an unpleasant awakening

in a copy of konrad von würzburg's "trojanerkrieg", ca. 1441

source: Nürnberg, GNM, Hs. 998, fol. 15r

[lead0]

curze :D

[brieandcrackest]

Konrad is being dressed up by Fulgrim while Vulkan (amused and curious) and Roboute (worried and nervous) watch.

[selemina]

More Adaptus Ridiculous, this time with my absolute favorite ray of sunshine coming in like a wrecking ball! :D

Love his undying compassion. Keep it up man you're doing great! :D

[nevesmose]

Curze grinned at the First Captain suddenly, transforming his visage into a death’s head rictus lit by febrile eyes. ‘Now you have met my brother, you must surely prefer crows to ravens.’

That was a joke, thought Sevatar. He did not understand jokes. ‘My lord, are we finished?’

For some unfathomable reason, that made Curze cringe, and he nodded like a rebuked child.

Konrad Curze: The Night Haunter by Guy Haley.

[alternativeminiatures]

Source Saccubasu / deadwolfia

[heuldoch7b]

read abyssal edge, great story. really really love how it was written, all the mannerisms of each of the differnt characters paints a fantastic picture of a peek into their grander (and in the case of ulatal and his peers, humbler) lives

[kit-williams]

Transactions

Male Lead: Konrad Curze/Solruthis Uadasha/The Night Haunter (Sol being his nickname) Female Lead: Reader/Sorsollia (sun that illuminates) CW: SEX, Obsession, baby trapping, yandere, not exactly dubcon but some sexual boundaries aren't respected Word Count: 2256

Know what the best thing about Dividers are... I can use them when I don't wanna spend time talking about the boring stuff

Again using this for the Nostroman words (I included translations this time)

thanks @squishyowl for the lovely 40k dividers

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

You took to him like flies do to rotting meat and he was pleased with that. Conversations dragged on and beyond what they were meant to as more often then not you would stay in his presence as you worked on the more tedious duties being a scribe brought you. But this allowed you to get closer to him which he wanted.

You paused as he was talking about something and you looked at him. He knew that look, a dark smile passed his lips, "What did you think of me like Lorgar? Unaware of such capricious and often bawdy thoughts and glances of the opposite sex?" He gets up slowly walking over to where you worked, "Or would libidinous fit better?" He leans in watching you get smaller as he enters your space more and more, "Perhaps even concupiscent!" He trills before mouthing the back of your neck and smelling that sharp change in your scent.

"I just... I..." You stutter as you are flustered and squirming as one of his hands comes and cups your breast.

"It's alright if you made that mistake. Unlike you mortals sex isn't as... required to function as most of you need."

"Sol you know its more than that." You say as if stating the obvious.

He grinned into your hair playing dumb as he knew Nostromo was far from normal or sane. Seeing what items you needed to keep yourself sane in the dark ship as your room, like the other non natives, was so much brighter than most. Its why he called you his Sorsollia. "No Sorsollia I do not know. Upon Nostromo sex is a transaction like many things. If I gave you sex either it is because I am after something you have or you are giving me something I want." He explains as she looks up disappointed.

"Surely just love and affection can be a reason to have sex. I really doubt-"

"Perhaps amongst the hill people." He hums softly, "But I smell your desire..." and your fecundity, "Do you want to partake in the transaction?"

You shake your head surprising the Primarch yet again, "Solruthis Uadasha, I don't want anything other than affection and actual I suppose desire and care. I don't like the idea of sex just being a transaction between us... like what do you feel like you owe it to me?" You look up at him bewildered as he continues to have a soft patient smile.

"Slightly." He admits as for him he was indebted to you. You were freely giving him affection and treating him like a human like an untrained whore giving too much and not getting enough money for it. But he was ready to make up for it by paying you back with giving you his baby. How adorable you are looking up at him horrified at that revelation.

"Sol." You say sadly.

He cupped your face, "Easy solution to make me not feel this way... stop being so affectionate." He says knowing you won't do that.

"But... I want to be... can't I just give you this freely."

"You would be called very unflattering things back on Nostromo."

"Well good thing I'm not Nostroman." You said back unflinchingly and as if you didn't have to think about it.

His eyes sparkled with deviant delight. And this was why he adored you and exactly why he had given you sugar pills in place of what you were using for birth control. But his little Sorsollia was a forgetful thing as you weren't using it as often... but that only benefited him.

"I've warned you Sorsollia it's transactional..." He whispers leaning in and kissing you as his hair falls free of the loose tie he had it in the black strands caressing your face, "I just want you to keep treating me like you do." He admits with sincerity.

"Sol... you don't have to do this if you don't want to I'll still give you everything I do." You say continuing to damn yourself to his side... damning yourself to being the object of his love and desire. You damned yourself to being the object of his obsession... to be the object of his gaze... to be the object that would truly be the only good thing he could have as a reference for all the disorder and disgust this universe would have. You would be the one thing he could have that no one else would take from him.

"Sorsollia I will do my best to not see it as... transactional... just-"

"A mutual exchange of flesh?" You try to make it better and you do... you always do.

"Hardly mutual."

"How come?"

"I don't think you realize how big I am." He takes your hand and puts it against his crotch.

"I don't see how..." Your eyes widen and he just smiles.

"I am unaroused right now do you still want to try?" Bless the human spirit as you nod and he just grins as he cups your chin trilling down at you. "It will hardly be mutual as I believe I will be... ruining your body for the next man for a long while."

How cute you looked sticking your tongue out while thinking before those beautiful eyes of yours sparkled and you nodded as he ushered you away to lay with him.

How pretty you looked in the pitch black room eyes darting around wanting some bit of light... the flutter of your singular heart made him feel something delightful. He hands you his shirt and in return, after you fiddle with the buttons of your own, you hand him your own. Little transactions you played up the benign discomfort for not participating in it as he drank the sweetness of your reassurances. Greedy slovenly thing he was taking so much more from this... but he would make up for all the unasked for humanizing of him.

His hands wandered over the contours of your naked body... feeling each curve and pressing against the skin. His fingers dipping into the V between your legs his fingers probing. His mouth presses a kiss into the side of your head as he pushes a finger inside of you as you whimper with pleasure. "Say my name." He growls into your ear.

"Solruthis... Uadasha." You moan as his fingers feel so big... you try to grope him but he keeps himself away.

"Not that one... say the other name."

This causes you to pause as he watches you look up at him, where you think he is, "But you aren't that name."

"I want to hear it from you." He pushes his finger deeper and deeper in and listens to you whimper and moan, "I want to hear you say it with the same care and affection in which you call me Sol."

You pause for a moment as if debating on if he really wants to hear it but your mouth moves in its pleasing shapes, "Konrad... Konrad Curze!" You say with such affection... you say with such adoration and tenderness that is the opposite of the cold impassiveness that name was thrust upon him.

"Oh my Sorsollia!" He moans kissing your neck as you feel weightless and dizzy as soon you are pressed onto the bed his cock pushing against your entrance. "Your songlike voice makes hearing that name so bearable."

You giggle as it was very clear he was using his time with Fulgrim to good use, "How very poetic."

"Gothic is far too plain you need to learn Nostroman then I wouldn't have to speak like Fulgrim." By how he speaks you can imagine his nose wrinkling. You can't help but giggle as Sol... Konrad could be affectionate... in his own way. You wonder in that moment when the last time a man's cock had rubbed against your folds raw. You can't help but close your thighs together. You feel his dark grin press into your skin, "Sorsollia... are you scared to take me?" His tongue pressed into the pulse of her neck feeling the quick fluttering pulse.

"Yes..." You say softly.

"Jasha (Good)" He says biting into your skin as he pushes in. You writhe under him, panic floods your basal brain. He learned quickly you fall back on instinct when pain is applied. You bleating his name as your nails try to dig into his flesh trying to pull away. Seconds bleed together for you till the tightness gives way, "Corshia Sey (Breathe now)" He coos to you as he holds you tightly.

Tears slip from your eyes as you lay there trembling bleating in pain unable to see the malicious grin from your lover above you. The way those black eyes of his fixate on your tears... the way your heart beats quickly... almost the same quick beat of fear. "Shhh Sorsollia Shhh you're okay. You feel so warm so tight." He says to you as you twitch and whimper in pain as he stays so still, "Wont it be nice when you can just handle me easily?"

You whimper out and nod. He runs his hands over your body and seduces you with morbid poetry. His tongue running over your salty skin before darting into your mouth as he finally begins to move. "Sol!" You gasp out causing him to chuckle.

"You can call me Konrad you know." And yet he adores as you try to call him Konrad but slipping into that chant of Sol... Sol... Sol! Sweat rolls down your skin as his warmth overwhelms you. The pained whimpers soon turned to wails of pleasure unlike the wails of screams and the shrieks for mercy as you scream for more. The pain long passed leaving only a heated pleasure in its wake.

You ride him, as best you can, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you down on him as you arch your back, your breasts bouncing as you make your noises, your body going ridgid as your toes curl from an orgasm... he flips you over as your eyes glaze over at the sound of the wet slaps as his cock jackhammers into your body. His nails dig into your flesh as he knows your scent will linger in this room for so long, he hardly uses it, but he might have to if the smell of you is going to stain his bedding.

His mouth moves over the hollow of your throat mouthing it... sucking on it... his spine arching to move his mouth against your flesh. The discomfort worth the way your eyes sparkle as he fucks you dumb... his long tongue pushing into your mouth as you grab a fistful of his hair trying to keep him close. He grins at your boldness... the breakdown of decorum he will allow for now in the darkness of this room after all you tend to be good either way.

He pulls out hearing you whine as he bends you over and fucks you like the animals that you two are. Whining and mewling like a bitch in heat. He once more bites your skin hearing your shriek again causes him to bite down harder for a moment as his completion hits him and he cums deep inside of you. His biting causing you to orgasm as well.

You whimper and bleat out in pain, Konrad can taste blood in his mouth. Konrad rolls his jaw forcing his saliva ducts to work more as he can feel his mouth go numb slightly as he runs his tongue over the bite mark. You flinch and twitch, "It tingles." You say your voice hoarse from screaming.

"That means its working," He slurs slightly explaining how he got his saliva to overproduce the mild anesthetics and painkillers naturally found in human saliva.

"You're just an elevated human." You say with a smile as you feel him tend to your wound. Your eyes closing as you feel so tired after that full body experience. "So... have I shown you that sex doesn't have to be a transaction?"

You can't see the wild smile on his face, the madness in his eyes, the craving inside of him to give you more then the simple mess between your legs as a showing of his affection... perhaps some bone trinkets made from his own bones... but that will be for later for when he can make sure you will be his forever. "It will take more than one encounter like this Sorsollia." He says calmly as he was an expert in hiding his true perverse excitement.

"It's a start." You say with a smile struggling to get up before his large hand pushes you down.

"Rest Sorsollia. I'll clean you up. At least let me take care of you..."

"Is this to make you feel better about the transaction?"

"Yes." He lies as easily as he kills.

You take his hand and gently kiss his knuckles. "Thank you Sol. I just need a little bit after that." As you quickly close your eyes and your breathing shifts

He smiles wickedly at to be in his aura for so long... any primarch aura does things to people. It took you such a long time to no longer feel that unnatural fear. He'll make sure to clean you up... and to make sure that things eventually will take. He contains his giddiness allowing the darkness to hide his emotions from your sun gifted eyes as he vanishes into the dark to collect things. 

[taythecatfey]

I think Fulgrim mentoring Konrad was a nightmare and a half for him but I also believe he adores his brother and they did have their moments of peace. Konrad didn't feel like someone was going to try and kill him and Fulgrim finally got to brush out that rat's nest that was his hair.

[dropoutfailure]

son who fucking hates his jerk dad until he becomes an adult and does a 180 and becomes clingy, trying desperately to wring out some love and affection his dad never gave him x his boomer dad who was never taught how to show affection, reflect or apologize, suddenly having to awkwardly turn down advances from his son who's always practically grinding against him when they're alone

it's called healing 💘

and also revenge 💘

[polkadotjohnson]

The Berlin-based photographer J. KONRAD SCHMIDT portrayed David Dastmalchian. The portraits recently won Silver at the Prix de la Photographie Paris 2024 and received an "Honorable Mention" at the IPA Awards 2024.

With his intense gaze and unique ability to bring depth and complexity to even the smallest roles, Dastmalchian has secured a strong place for himself in Hollywood. It is particularly his portrayal of ambiguous, often sinister characters that has earned him a special niche in the film industry. The actor is much more than just the “bad guy” or supporting character: he is a master at drawing the audience in with just a few scenes.

[lxvvie]

That thing with someone experiencing some really basic form of kindness/affection for the first time and they just start trembling or crying? Like someone being told they did a good job for the first time and they start trembling or receiving a birthday present from a friend for the first time and they start crying?

Konrad Curze with reader. You're gonna have this big fearsome creature (traumatized child) bawling his eyes out into your shoulder if the not the first time you cuddle, because he's still in a bit of a shell, then one of the first times you cuddle as he realizes you're safe. Pet his hair while you're at it and he'll simultaneously melt while trembling and blubbering inelegantly.

-🟩

I mean… I recommend comforting him from a distance, like so (and preferably from behind Sevatar... maybe lmao):

[leonsliga]

Today’s winning team 😁

[rarestdoge]

GET YO FUCKIN PILOTS BITCH-

[cuties-in-codices]

medea administering a rejuvenating potion to an old ram

in konrad von würzburg's "trojanerkrieg" ("the trojan war"), german illustrated manuscript, ca. 1445

source: Berlin, Staatsbibliothek, mgf 1, fol. 104 verso (detail).