#ladies finger

[sublimebirdruins]

MEET👇👇👇

[mellosdrawings]

"Why didn't you invite me?" Jamil doesn't think their answer is any good.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[thequietesthing]

so i think we can all agree that My Lady Jane is one of the best new series on any streaming platforms. like, enemy-to-lovers tension, arranged marriage, magic (sorta), history (sorta), knives, and Dominic Cooper being the villain: it as it all!!

[cringefail-clown]

in the unfathomable vastness of paradox space, a thrumming pulse tying all living together rings through

[sivsii]

finger paintings of the 2020 fires

[fullcravings]

No-Bake Tiramisu Cheesecake

[mikimeiko]

We Are Lady Parts | Season 2 (2024), Nida Manzoor

[kedreeva]

The Gals(tm) are loaded for travel tomorrow! Bringing home 5 of the hens from Indie x Eclipse/Arcana, and transporting one yearling to a buyer for my friends.

The funniest thing about this is that I sent Eclipse and Arcana to this farm to get one (1) purple bs het leucistic MALE.

They produced seven chicks.

All hens.

[emmaloves-things]

❤️😍

[jollytigerpeach]

[cybertacocheesecake]

CLICK👇👇👇

[rililith]

Procession of Yellow Roses :]

[shithowdy]

a lot to take in with this ai generated tumblr ad but i'm lowkey obsessed with this fucked up little freak

[tiffanyachings]

amina saying she's in her villain era for setting firm boundaries at work is sooooo real unfortunately. and also extremely funny

[kropotkindersurprise]

[video]

[ms--lobotomy]

@avggendelmain YOU.

Summary: Curze's pinky is gone. I wonder what that could mean?

Word Count: 842

Content Warnings: Konrad FUCKING Curze, Body horror, mention of cannibalism and all that jazz, reader is SASSY this time around holy shit, what he's planning is as much of a shitshow as it can be with this man, war criminal uppies

Image Credit: @squishyowl (new dividers eeee)

"Your finger," you started, looking at the missing pinky on his left hand. Your eyebrows furrowed, and your mouth hung slightly open. He was standing in the doorway and leaning on it with his right arm. He had a devilish smirk on his face, trailing his left hand up and down his hips as if he wanted you to notice the missing digit.

"What about it?" he asked, his sharp teeth bright against his pale face. He was wearing a simple tunic and linen pants with pockets, along with a bright red cape that contrasted the darks of his clothes. It was a very fancy outfit for a man who typically walked around naked.

"It's..." you trailed off, folding your own hands over your stomach. You felt yourself moving slowly over, as if you weren't in control of your own footsteps. Soon you were inches away from him.

"Go on, spit it out," he said. He drummed his remaining fingers against himself before kneeling down. Even kneeling, he was the taller one.

"It's gone." You grabbed for the collar of your shirt with one hand, shakily reaching out to his with the other.

He grasped your hand, hard, and a shiver went down your spine as he all but confirmed your fears. His smallest finger was gone. Your look of primal terror was met with a calm smirk, teeth disappearing behind faint lips.

"It'll grow back," he mumbled, pressing into you. He got up and walked forwards, prompting you to walk backwards and fall onto the hardwood floor. He leered above you. His long hair framed your face, and you felt his breath hot on your cheeks. "There is something more pressing at hand."

"More pressing than losing a finger?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. You've seen him eat people, flay people, and generally do multiple unkind things in quick succession. Some of them were in your name. And in your right mind, you knew that sassing him would be a bad idea. But nobody in their right mind courts Konrad Curze and lives.

"More pressing than that," he says, clearing his throat and moving off of you a little bit. You panted, exhaling deeply.

"Who died?"

Konrad let out a little chuckle, turning into a hearty if off-putting laugh. He threw his head back, and your expression turned into one of bewilderment. You felt your heart pound in your chest. Someone definitely died, and Konrad definitely had a hand in it, if an incomplete one.

"Konrad, cut the shit and tell me who died."

As Konrad composed himself, you propped yourself up on your elbows behind you. He smirked at you again, and you two made uncomfortable eye contact before he spoke.

"Nobody died, my beating heart," he said quietly. He straightened himself out and reached inside his pocket. Inside was a pale box; it may have been completely white had it not had little scars hatching it. There was a beauty mark, for lack of a better word, on it.

"That's skin," you stated.

Konrad's smile widened. "Do you know whose it is?" he asked, his other hand grasping for the side of his shirt. Your mouth opened slightly.

"Konrad, keep your shirt on. It'll heal faster." You felt the words tumble out of your mouth before you could do anything about it.

Konrad huffed. "You're no fun," he mumbled, before he stood up. He offered a hand to you. "Take it, and stand."

You quirked an eyebrow at him, taking his hand. He pulled you up, standing himself. He towered over you, relishing the moment before he knelt in front of you. His cape folded against the ground, and he looked down at you with pitch black eyes. He grabbed the top of the box with the other hand, and you knew what was going to happen.

"You are my heartbeat," he started as your eyes widened. "you are the red in my veins, the taste of iron in my mouth. I don't think I could be anything without you. So please," he said, before saying your name. He opened the box to reveal red muscle encasing an off-white band that was perfectly your size.

"Will you marry me?"

Your mouth hung open again before hesitantly reaching out to take the ring. "Konrad..." you began as two of your fingers grasped the smooth, dry material. "You already know the answer." You took the ring, and put it on your finger. As expected, it was perfectly encased.

You grinned and opened your arms up to him. He wrapped his arms around you, dropping the box to the ground as he raised you into the air. You laughed, relaxing into his touch as he spun you around. He pressed his head into your shoulder, where your skin was exposed right up next to the neck. He grazed his teeth against you in an almost-kiss, and you wrapped your arms around him.

"Don't worry," you said. "You won't hurt me."

Taglist: @bispecsual @justeverythingnothingelse @bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae @historitor-bookshelf

And also @whorety-k because they inadvertently helped me write Konards better :)