#* ✦ kafkaisms

[araneitela]

@kafkaisms replied to your post “Knowing/talking to @astrxlfinale is like this...”:

your cat is cALLED MARA

​Yes, YES, she is! I didn't name her, it was already given to her by the rescue I got her from. But in HSR, it always makes me laugh, and I do say it to her often, just in that silly pet voice and I go 'It's good you're nothing like the evil mara that plagues our poor Bladie who we love so very much. (She's a Tortie, so she's quite talkative, so she'll usually meowpurr in response here) Yes, I know, we feel very bad for our Bladie--"

But she's exceptionally sweet, she's almost 16 now and as a typical pet owner, I must now showcase little miss to the world:

#kafkaisms #[ ooc. ] don't try to make it logical or edit your soul according to the fashion. rather; follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. #[ no one asked for pictures. but welcome to being a pet owner. it's like being a parent but on crack i think. ]

[gemkun]

silver wolf. silver wolf is so incredibly gem-coded and gem you are so egregiously silver wolf coded. its kind of amazing honestly. if you were to be government assigned any particular character to kin, it would most certainly be silver wolf. if you rejected the assignment and asked again, it would be silver wolf again. silver wolf over and over. silver wolf 100%, gem the true denizen of punklorde, gem the one who will always be there to say "NO" to me "YOU THERE?????!!!", stinky stinky gem who is sassy and a little bit smart and bratty and annoying enough to match me, gem who is bnuuy coded just the same way wolfie is. what i'm saying is gem should absolutely write silver wolf, you two are made for each other, stop swimming in the cesspit of denial and GET TO IT.

↬ send me a canon character you believe i could write

no.

#* ✦ 𝐈. ❮ ooc ❯ ⸻ ❝ #* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝ #* ✦ kafkaisms #you are never getting me to write silver wolf #no matter the amount of chewing gum i go through #the amount of hacking i do #the amount of gaming #the amount of remarks i send via texts #i will never never never write your wolfie #how come i never get silver wolf on the quizzes hmmm? #clearly there is a lapse in your judgement #no matter how many times you say bnuuy i will not surrender

[ofscalesanddatabanks]

dragging blade into the tub. hot water, multiple bottles of shampoo, bath salts and axe body spray have all been purchased and prepared - now stop struggling god damn it -

if kafka tells anyone that his reaction to seeing that torture contraption that is the bathtub was to hiss like a feral cat, he's pretty sure he'll have to kill everyone and then himself to hide from the embarrassment... well. it'd give him a brief reprise, considering his circumstances.

his struggles double, trying his hardest to get away from the soapy water, the powerful smell of everything, the intense clashing of different salts, sprays and, oh aeons, the endless bottles of shampoo assaulting his senses far worse, leaving more intense damage than any blade or fist could ever cause.

"I'm not doing it Kafka. Let. Me. Out." he manages to grit out between his teeth, his feet planted firmly on the rim of the bath as he pushes back to prevent the inevitable fate of his ass being in that water.

#kafkaisms #hsr rp #blade #kafka #BATH TIME FOR THE BOY #himbs simky #needs extra long time to soak #i picture him like those cats who are doing the splits in an attempt to not get in the water fsdahkjfsdlkjhds

[grislyintentions]

(x) @kafkaisms: ravish :)

Cherries split and brightens the mouth; Tingles stroke down the neck, tickles all the way down. Stains the chest and stokes warmth from venom. Fangs of a spider ; Sting of a scorpion Pin pricks against skin In tender caresses

A name uttered with reverence From which a new species births fragrant falling petals with hungry veins

#kafkaisms #[KHBDJHBD YOU KNOW WHAT? RESPECT] #[did yaoshi name a new species of flower monstrosities after her to memorialise the encounter? more likely than you think.]

[karmawind]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦  to  avoid  the  mara  and  a  necessity  to  feed  his  shuhu  cursed  body  -  had  soon  turned  into  something  else.  

ㅤㅤㅤoften  times  when  the  blade  found  himself  torn  away  from  the  sweet  embrace  of  death,  when  the  light  called  him  home  and  forced  him  back  to  wakefulness,  he  would  find  himself  rancorously  hungry  the  moment  his  body  deemed  him  fit  enough  to  consume  food  again.  it  mattered  not  if  his  frame  had  literally  been  dismembered,  entrails  spilled  across  the  ground,  every  single  one  of  his  teeth  knocked  out  -  one  of  the  many  curses  of  immortality  was  also,  apparently,  an  absurdly  high  metabolism.  initially  -  it  had  led  to  some  comical  situations  -  for  blade  had  joined  the  stellaron  hunters  after  being  shot  by  the  most  beautiful  woman  he'd  ever  seen,  burned  repeatedly  by  a  relic  of  a  bygone  age,  and  over  a  container  of  cheap  but  delicious  takeout  that  he'd  swallowed  in  one  go.  

ㅤㅤㅤthe  decades  of  loneliness  had  made  his  table  manners  less  than  desirable.  

ㅤㅤㅤnow  though  -  now  it  was  routine  to  cook  his  own  'life  meals'  -  to  center  himself  in  the  wake  of  the  mara...  and  when  he  was  with  her,  to  ensure  what  he  made  was  something  that  she  also  liked.  

ㅤㅤㅤblade  had  died  again  some  system  16  hours  ago.  it  hadn't  been  a  practically  brutal  or  gory  death  for  once,  simply  a  stab  straight  through  the  heart  that  he  recovered  from  quickly  enough  so  that  kafka  did  not  have  to  spend  too  long  corpse-sitting  on  this  mission  of  theirs.  he's  sure  she's  used  to  it  -  sure  she  probably  has  seen  it  factored  into  elio's  script...  but  even  so,  he's  an  impatient  man,  and  he'd  rather  stay  dead,  or  quickly  wake  up  again  so  he  can  go  back  to  attempting  to  seek  his  a  more  permanent  funeral.  either  way  -  the  next  part  of  the  mission  had  been  one  exclusively  for  kafka  alone,  and  blade  had  been  left  alone  in  their  tiny  rented  cabin,  chest  bandages  changed  and  his  stomach  rumbling  with  dissonance.  

ㅤㅤㅤthe  mara  licks  at  him  tonight  -  as  if  shuhu  is  well  aware  she  is  gone  and  now  would  be  a  time  to  send  him  in  a  fit  of  madness.  but  blade  has  his  own  methods  of  'mara  management'  -  leaning  into  cooking  a  recipe  as  far  away  from  his  xianzhou  roots  as  he  could  get,  and  closer  to  the  other  hunter's  more  delicate  palette.  it's  almost  as  if  the  fridge  is  stocked  mysteriously  with  ingredients  and  a  wine  she  would  prefer  -  and  blade,  despite  the  pain  in  his  chest,  the  loneliness  gnawing  at  his  mind,  and  the  mara  rumbling  within  him...  utters  a  grunt  of  amusement.  

ㅤㅤㅤthe  cabin  is  silent  apart  from  the  din  of  the  kitchen  -  blade  filling  it  with  the  sounds  of  cooking.  it  is  a  long  -  meticulous  process.  lobsters  cooked  and  dismembered,  dough  hand  rolled  and  pressed,  raviolis  pinched  together  with  surprising  dexterity  for  his  ruined  fingers,  and  all  perfectly  cooked  as  he  sets  to  making  a  creamy  cheese  sauce.  he  hears  the  door  open  as  commits  to  his  work,  having  just  added  the  chopped  cherry  tomatoes  to  plated  dishes  and  removed  the  flakey  bread  from  the  oven.  blade  does  not  worry  that  it  is  anyone  but  her  -  even  through  the  smells  of  various  foods,  borisin  senses  catch  a  whiff  of  her  soft  floral  scent,  and  the  steady  cadence  of  her  heartbeat.  

ㅤㅤㅤsomething  in  him  eases.  

ㅤㅤㅤhe  catches  her  gaze  now,  the  mara  immediately  seeming  to  hiss  in  kafka's  presence.  docile  stygian  red  meets  the  pastel  expanse  of  a  gaze  without  fear,  and  he  tilts  his  head  in  greeting.  it  is  comical  -  blade,  shirtless  and  in  his  bandages,  wearing  an  apron  and  holding  two  neatly  plated  gourmet  dishes  of  lobster  ravioli  as  if  he  had  not  just  killed  thirteen  men  and  died  himself...  but  that  was  the  nature  of  their  existence.  

ㅤㅤㅤ❝  kafka.  ❞  he  murmurs,  almost  expectant  -  as  he  sets  the  dishes  upon  the  table  and  blinks  slowly  at  her.  he's  never  been  a  wordsmith  -  but  the  utterance  of  her  name,  while  deadpan  to  most,  is  a  prayer  to  all  that  know  him  well.  // @kafkaisms

#kafkaisms #✦ — thread / #✦ — verse / i. main #gore ment tw / #THIS GOT LONG IM SORRY.... #i just wanted to write about chef bladie.

[hxkerwxlf]

@kafkaisms

"Leaking the artwork of an upcoming character. This time, it's our girl. Our fly. Pog."

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[defiedlife]

@kafkaisms replied to your post: confess…. she was the one who used up all the hot water this morning.

"Oh, Ms. Kafka... That would explain why I had a cold shower this morning. I'm not mad, really; just disappointed."

#kafkaisms #* || ic #* || aventurine #* || verse; stellaron hunter #lfkjsdalfk I never thought he'd say THAT and yet here we are

[lunaetis]

@kafkaisms replied to your post :

Boop.

​​​─「エデン」─  she didn't hear her come near, so there was no possible way for her to defend against the sudden touch. the simple tap to the nose caused eden to stiffen and coil back slightly, aureate orbs narrowing cautiously. if one listened closely, you'd be able to hear faint growl vibrating deep in her throat. like an alerted puppy.

#kafkaisms #.[ eden | trailblazer ] #[ sHE HAS HALF A MIND TO BITE #or like ... nip #but bc kafka caught her off-guard she's like #HALF HISS HALF GROWL HJLKHKJLK CAUTIOUS RACCOON PUP ]

[finalism]

✔

My muse(s): bladie

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse! / accepting.

#kafkaisms #KAFBLADE KAFBLADE KAFBLADE

[bonajades]

Woof.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   oh?   ❞

ㅤㅤㅤand   maybe   she   places   her   cane   down   to   pat   ever   so   lightly   at   the   hunter's   head.   

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝   what   a   pretty   doggy.   ❞

#kafkaisms #✧. ┊  — answered / #i'll see myself out

[astrxlfinale]

[META] - thoughts on the stellaron hunters!

Lets get cracking! I believe to nail this appropriately, it needs to be split between an organization and them as individuals. His perspective for all of this have been warped from it's original point, primarily through the loss of memory and the lens of them being intergalactic criminals by the populace and some friends all the same.

______

As a totality, the Stellaron Hunters will always have this invisible membrane of familiarity about them. To make an easy example, it's how the framework of Memory is diluted, yet, the emotions he's gained from his times managed to hold completely intact. It's why he in particular out of the Express is always willing to talk to them, to hang and fight with them, that aspect of 'old companions' had never been severed.

What serves as the constant fight is re-acclimating to this fact. As the cosmos currently stands, and from the opinions upon the Express, the Stellaron hunters aren't witnessed in the brightest light, and that's fair. However, social conventions would never hold a blade or rope upon Caelus's specified relationships.

It's why outside of the Astral Express's personal thoughts or feelings, he's crafting his own specified relationship with them. Taking what's left, and molding it to a new destiny as his concerns are held with them and not of the collective goals of the Script. Caelus knows the loyalty he feels to them as companions he both respects, but also holds a fondness towards wasn't fostered from nothing.

The value of experiences taught him that's their history trying to speak back to him.

Thus, he's pretty amiable since the stage of Penacony. A lot of attempted thoughts or feelings that tried to snake their way in has failed. (In terms of seeing them as opposition.) Just as a fun example--

For Kafka.

For Silver Wolf

Why else would he have actual contact channels beyond dead drops? Not to mention to even pick the idea for hang outs as casual as this?

While he still hasn't met Elio in any capacity yet. (Which I'm very interested in myself.) I'm curious to see what the series continue to pad out about this group. In short, Caelus's opinion is that they're a bunch he's also in long haul of running alongside of. If they do find themselves in a pinch, moral compass will not stop him from taking their side.

He trusts in his feelings about them.

@kafkaisms

#kafkaisms #| Shuttle Mail #| Meme #I'm here for the nuance of it #and not the black and white angle of them simply being enemies #Cause that feels like a lie to me #So damn right I'm gonna explore it

[gemkun]

@kafkaisms said : [ META ] - how many ditings can DH carry at once? how does he feel about blade's personal diting - dan-ting? ♢      —        send  [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc

i think he can hold a total of three ; with two in his arms and one tucked underneath his chin. in his imbibitor lunae form , he can hold a few more with his tail and they can probably cling to his legs , so , maybe a total of eight ditings. and i guess one can also sit on his head.

he has no feeling towards dan — ting and acknowledges there is absolutely no association to him whatsoever.

#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝ #* ✦ 𝐈𝐕. ❮ isms ❯ ⸻ ❝ #* ✦ 𝐕𝐈. ❮ muses ❯ ⸻ ❝ 「 dan heng 」 #* ✦ kafkaisms #okay now i actually eep #a quick one just for the funnie #i will entertain you just this once saint #look at that i answered two things for you tonight #you owe me

[iloveyouitisruiningmylife]

why must being tired equal being horny what fresh hell is this

#anya sorry for that mein pagal ho gayi hoon #don't report me #i think it's poetic like kafkaism #mes

[hxkerwxlf]

“Try this one on won’t you?” She holds up a creased, egg-white blouse with lace stitched along the edges. It’s a pretty thing, neat with a folded collar and an elegant cut that tapers at the waist.

“Oh, and this belt with it. You’re going to look ravishing.”

Omg that's adoreable gdisdgisgd.))

"Why?!?!? Why are we even doing this?!?! I may look smaller than the rest of you, but I'm not some child's doll, that you can dress up!!!"To be fair Wolfie, you could do with this for once, instead of being cooped up inside with your games-

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[defiedlife]

@kafkaisms asked: “Settling in?” The room was dimly lit and quiet in the late hour , the only sound the low, pervading hum of the ship’s engines as they drifted through space. Kafka lounged on the velvet clad chaise pushed up under one of the windows, setting the book she’d only been perusing halfheartedly down on the adjacent table. “Don’t be shy, take a seat. Why don’t you tell me about what’s been on your mind?”

It was nothing like Pier Point, he noted, aside from the ever-present surrounding void of space itself. He stepped forward into the room, just a little more slow and uncertain than his usual stride. Absent were his glasses and hat, for there was no need for either in such a dimly lit space.

This didn't feel real.

He sighed, and the sound echoed just enough to make him regret it. A pause followed, and after a minute or so of lingering near the doorway, he finally selected a seat for himself near Kafka—not directly beside her in the nearest chair, but close enough to politely carry on a conversation. He wasn't being discourteous; merely wary.

He could almost laugh at her supposed concern, for surely it was already painfully obvious what plagued his mind the most. He settled into his chosen chair, arms draped along the arm rests and his head leaned back to peer up at the ceiling. "It's not easy for me to accept, y'know? I planned it all out aside from your little invitation, and even so... I don't feel free yet."

#kafkaisms #* || ic #* || aventurine #SAINT!!!! ilu and your Kafka <333 #* || verse; stellaron hunter

[celesticlnstcrs]

@kafkaisms asked: “Babygirl.”

                                 ❝ I don't recall agreeing to pet names 𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀.                                     Do not call me that―. ❞

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#kafkaisms #( himeko just looking like a disgruntled cat ) #&& ;; himeko | answered #&& ;; himeko | main verse