#my ambiguous freak…

[sunsfawn]

me and my husbandddd we are doing betterrr

[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

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

i tried to draw M.J

it's as a like a fallen angel appearing from cigarrette smoke

featuring some type of smoke fish

M.J is 100% someone to get high only to see visions of xemsleves

Also daawwwww I really love the whole concept and your drawing of M.J💥 I just had to draw the idea myself ❤️

[moonsidesong]

If it's okay, can you tell me more about mizari?

oh man i didnt expect anyone to ask about her ever LOL umm sure!!

mizari was initially a Touhou oc i made for fun. She was a vengeful spirit that could manipulate grudges (meaning, like, if you were exposed to her abilities you might start getting upset with things and people that you had previously already worked out/gotten over) and was causing Problems with this by making the already more volatile personalities in gensokyo want to stir up trouble. obviously shortly after she gets hit over the head eighty bazillion times by the shrine maiden, and she sorta chills out and becomes a normal ghost. After her stupid incident, she ends up getting sent to Hakugyokurou until her lingering attachments fade and she reverts to a phantom and can reenter the cycle of reincarnation. somehow it seems she didnt suck bad enough to go to hell despite it all. good for her good for her. on probation<3 she's still kind of mean and grumpy and difficult to get along with but it seems like at some point she became pretty good friends with youmu. at least probation can be fun sometimes if you have a friend

anyway at some point when me and my friends were really into Everyones Favorite Stupidly Edgy Murder Mystery Visual Novel Series we started coming up with ideas for a fanganronpa (which is if im honest mostly just an excuse for us to have stupid OCs in absurd situations more than it is a serious fangame idea at the moment lol) and i slapped Mizari in there becoz i like her. She's the ultimate forensic scientist and she's tired and hates people and the only reason she is going to help out literally at all is because she doesn't want to get executed. i don't wanna say as much about that depiction of her in case we DO ever actually do anything with the ideas we do have, but i've posted both depictions of her before so i thought id give the basic rundown of her too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the touhou rendition of her is definitely a happier person just by virtue of having one singular friend LMAOOO i also . never really settled on a finalized design for ghost mizari bc i figure i'm never really gonna do anything with her besides stuff i just draw for myself. shes got funny checkerboard patterns bc of her black and white way of thinking and everything else is just how i feel that day

her little hair thingies were supposed to resemble horns but they just look like weird cat ears now. thats ok. it still kinda fits.

[keeps-ache]

they're like shiny knickknacks to me

[firenati0n]

Hi your sleeping in the same bed RWRB fic is the most in character that I’ve ever read and it was so lovely! You nailed that! Thanks for writing it :)

omg this is so kind of you to say!!! thank you so much, I really appreciate this!!!! thank you for reading 💛💛💛💛💛

the fic being referenced :)

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[crookedghosts]

fault lines (set break: PIPER)

ch 2/5 || 5.6k total words || Jason Grace/Leo Valdez/Piper McLean || tennis/challengers AU || Ao3

“She just got here. And you have a partner already. Give her some space,” he scolded, and their eyes were both bright and teasing.

Piper had raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Space? No, this is fine. I was just waiting for you two to stop flirting so I could introduce myself.”

Leo choked on his laughter, while Jason turned faintly pink. “Oh we’re not—”

“Not what? A thing?” Piper interrupted, completely deadpan. “Good. Because I’m not a homewrecker.”

Jason looked mortified. Leo looked delighted. And that was how it started.

...

“Do you miss him?” Piper asked once, late at night in Leo’s dorm room.

Leo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he fiddled with the edge of his bedsheet, his expression unusually serious. “Yeah,” he said finally. “But it’s not like I could’ve stopped him from staying back.”

Piper nodded, but she didn’t press further. It didn’t seem like he was talking about tennis.

...

Piper recalls how their friendships and relationships had been built (to fall apart, and fall together)

[loverboybrightsideghost]

"reblog for something lgbt to happen to you" at this point i'd be grateful if something straight happened to me

[ms-nesbit]

textbook trope

a dick grayson x reader tale

warnings: big sex, sex scene, we're talking p in v type sex, also swearing, some rough(ish) kinks (it's not the worst, just some minor smacking of one's ass, since i know how raunchy y'all can get), awkward post-sex confrontation with alfred

*18+ only. minors don't look at this

On AO3

[kalashtars]

just watched saltburn and then went on letterboxd..... lol what do you mean everyone didn't think this was a 5 star masterpiece

[thegreatyin]

Hey quick question, why did you pick Heart's Desire and what do you think of the other ambitions (based entirely on what you've likely gathered through community osmosis)

honestly? from the descriptions of everything alone i was actually inclined towards nemesis! and still am, technically, but i've made an alt to (extremely slowly) progress through it now (he's caeru. caeru is going full nemesis. he's also my seeking account. he's gonna be going through the horrors.)

in terms of picking heart's desire, it was more of a roleplay choice than anything else. i decided early on that my londonite would be more of a persuasive/watchful selfish hedonistic scoundrel, with a vast string of lovers (for manipulation) and law breaking (for pleasure) left in their wake back on the surface. chasing after a high risk high reward card game felt like the natural sort of progression for that kind of guy. and also i read up on the rewards before i chose and i gotta say. becoming a master has the others beat by a comical margin, huh.

as for the others:

-nemesis is neat! this is the one i've actually played the start of, though i'm not very far in at all. as i said, it's the story that originally intrigued me and it's the one that (from what i've heard) has the most painful grind. so. oh boy for caeru, huh? i haven't read about it much because i'm planning on playing it eventually

-bag a legend is... fine? i'm kinda mid on it. it's a fine premise, it's a fine hook, it's apparently got some damn fine scenes, but from the outside looking in it feels like the most "exactly what's on the tin" ambition to me. you hunt the vake. you kill the vake. somewhere along the way you can bite mr fires a lot. it's okay, but if all the ambitions were playable on one character it'd be the one i'd play last. i need some more twists and spice on my ambition sandwich, y'know

-light fingers is actually slowly winning over? me? the more i learn about it? i wasn't interested at all at first glance but i've seen a few snippets of the horror parts and it's good. very juicy. very fucked up. if i could play multiple ambitions on one character i'd actually want to do this one after heart's desire, maybe even before. haven't experienced it at all but from everything i see it's a finger lickin banger and i kinda want to make a 3rd alt just for it

there that's my ambition takes ur welcome

[waitinqroom]

my life revolves around the same three pieces of media (hadestown, bones and all, and doctor who)

[gummigvts]

It was... an animal?

No... not quite, its face was wrong. It should've had 2 eyes, a growling maw but it didn't. The eyes were not a solid consistent thing, they were almost fluid; moving around it's face, there were always at least 3. Its snout was almost smooth, fur, flesh and bone sure but there wasn't a jaw.. scars ran in an almost star like pattern from the center.

It's body was too long and not all that intact, entrails hung from it not all even looking like it should've been its. As it stood in the light of the torch it's eyes swirled around its skull, hackles raised as a deep growling emanated from its throat.

[sleepy-stitches]

hello tumblr user sleepy stitches why am i willing to die for ur yuri ocs despite only having seen one line of dialogue from both of them?

sincerely, me

hi tumblr user verysharpfish,

thank you for writing in. at the top of this post i would like to clarify that pahrsi was made by my good friend rye beans, so i cannot at all take credit for her. ariane is my girl though. i would love to blend her. she sucks.

to answer your question, i think it is because they are both completely fucking insane. the dialogue in question is one i picked because i think it's wild out of context, but it stays equally insane in context? this exchange happens maybe two hours after they've met, after pahrsi has stitched up a particularly icky wound ariane has in the back of her leg (obtained from other yuri. thats a story for a different post though). they literally met at a casino and pahrsi talked ariane into taking her back to her place to stitch her up. as a complete stranger. because she thought it would be fun. i need to send her to the shredder.

the whole reason they find themselves drawn to each other in the first place is because they both have girlfriends that they have kind of rocky relationships with, and they remind each other of those girlfriends. it's kind of a weird rebound situation except if they never did anything explicitly romantic and instead just kind of danced around the fact that they're obviously attracted to each other for like two entire years. they make me fucking crazy.

oh and every exchange they have is equally insane. they always talk like this. im struggling to pick my favourite one to add at the end here because all of it is really really good. i think this one is a classic; this is barely a third of the conversation these two have about ariane's potential to kill pahrsi.

what the FUCK is wrong with them

[karliahs]

can't believe i am agonising this much over whether to put a fic i haven't even finished yet in the / or & tags when every day dozens of unambigously romantic fics are put in the & tags without a second thought