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hyperfixat · 6 months

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hehe here's this 2k brain rot that @suiana's post gave me (permission proof - not a thief!)

i turned caelus into a they them not sorry. also if the formatting is odd, i’m on my pc and i usually use my phone so.

They’re back. Again.

March has to stifle the screams of anger she wants to let out as the shackles of stillness finally free her. Like ice melting Caelus and Dan Heng begin to move around, continuing where they had left them stranded and abandoned, left to stay stagnant at their whim.

The worse thing is that she can’t even complain, not for lack of desire to do so, no, no she physically cannot voice her complaints. And March knows she isn't crazy, she’s caught the twinge of annoyance in Welt’s eyes when he unpaused; seen the ghost of a scowl on Seele’s face; even the carefully controlled hardened gaze of Dan Heng has cracked before.

The Trailblazer is the only one who hasn’t cracked, obediently stopping when they will them to do so, and ever so happy to come back at their will. March wants to corner them and ask how and why, if they know what's going on, but alas: she must trot along with her friends at their wicked will.

Dan Heng doesn't know what you are, because surely you can’t be an Aeon. Aeons don’t hold the powers you do, even if they did surely there would be some record of you in the archives, right? No Aeon dead or alive has the ability to puppeteer humans, and it frightens him that there is something out there that is using him in such a way. It embitters him, both the unknown surrounding them and the way he is treated; how his whole world is put on a pause while he remains aware. Aware of how the breeze stills and the stars stop twinkling, how the world goes silent. What could hold such power?

A shudder runs down his spine as he follows the Trailblazer’s party.

Welt has witnessed a lot in his time. Nothing quite like them, though.

Himeko has witnessed a lot in her time. Nothing quite like them, though.

Bronya, Seele, Sampo, and Natasha have witnessed a lot in their time. Nothing quite like them, though.

Yukong, Loucha, Fu Xuan, and Jing Yuan have witnessed a lot in their time. Nothing quite like them, though.

Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf have witnessed a lot in their time. Nothing quite like them, though.

The different paths they all walk may intervene, as their personalities and beliefs may differ but there is one truth they can all agree on.

They hate you.

Caelus doesn’t. Rather, Caelus can’t help but love you; you gave them life and led them through their trials. You keep them safe and armored. You help them find the words to face others when their mind goes blank.

To Caelus you are the world.

The Aeons came to know of you when Dan Heng’s frantic searches focused on them for a little too long. While he was scanning the records they saw you. You were intriguing from the get go, a pretty thing, sitting comfortably as a figure in the sky. The Preservation and The Nihility, whose current forms allow for more ease with floating went as far as they could to reach you.

Yet you remain just out of reach of the Aeons.

The Abundance uses one of her many arms to steady herself as she crawls along the very fabrics of their reality to get a closer look at you. And what a darling thing you are! Excitement that she hasn’t felt in a long, long time, perhaps for the first time ever fills her up inside. With a shaky hand, she motions for the other Aeons to take a closer look at you.

From there the… shall we say, worship, began.

Nanook, The Destruction, takes note of your fondness for certain characters, and what his darling likes, he likes, so when the Antimatter Legion he has blessed come across the ones you are fond of, their attacks are lighter and they lose his blessing temporarily. Sure, he wished some of the gushing from beyond the sky was for him, but you so rarely see his face on the screen (only ever in the Simulated Universe you put that Caelus through) he can’t blame you.

IX, The Nihility, will not change in their ways, not even someone like you can shift the nihilism they embody, but, perhaps you don’t notice it, your teams deal better damage over time, don’t they? Don’t take their blessings lightly, it took a lot to bring them there.

Yaoshi, perhaps makes it the most obvious (despite you never noticing), your favorite vessels get a wonderfully boosted health bar. You never knew to question how Blade managed to get nine thousand hit points.

It’s hard to pinpoint who thought of it first, perhaps IX or Fuli, but the Aeons, the strongest Aeons, gathered to pull you down from beyond the sky. Through a (top secret) ritual you find yourself being hurtled down like a meteor into the freezing snow of the Outlying Snow Plains.

…

You wake to the kind face of Caelus, which is a bit odd because he’s not supposed to be so… high res. Or real.

“Are you alright, My Lord?” The title doesn’t immediately resonate with you, so you disregard hearing it. When you don’t answer right away they frown in worry, hands moving to yours, gently covering them with their warmth.

“What happened? Why am I here?”

“You fell from the sky, do you not remember?”

“No,” what sky would you have fallen from? You tend to stay on the ground.

Caelus worries their bottom lip and helps you sit up. “Oh.” There’s a pause. “Did you not mean to come here? I thought….”

“Hm?” You prod, gently encouraging them to talk.

“I thought you were coming to see me,” their face is tinged pink and facing down in their lap. Caelus’ hands feel hot and you rush to reassure them.

“I’m glad to see you, but I don’t know how or why I’m here,” you pause, cringing internally. “Caelus.” Fuck, that is their name right? No last minute changes?

Luckily their face lights up when you say it and you find yourself pressed into their soft chest, their arms around you in a bear hug.

“You’re really them.” A breathy, ecstatic phrase. Their face buries into your hair and Caelus doesn’t loosen their hold until a knock at their door.

“Trailblazer! Pompom here, requesting an update on Their Grace’s status.”

Caelus gently detaches themself from you and opens the door to reveal the tiny rabbit-oid conductor. Pompom bashfully rubs their hands together when they catch sight of you awake and looking at them.

“Hello, Your Grace, Pompom is glad to see you awake and healthy.”

What a cute creature, you think. “Thank you, Conductor Pompom.”

They let out a squeak at your words and nod. “Pompom needs to go check in on the other passengers, but let Pompom know if you need anything, okay, Your Grace?”

“Oh, thank you Pompom.” They hurry away, stubby feet padding quickly down the carpeted halls. You turn your head to Caelus, “what was that about?”

“Hm?” Their golden eyes meet yours, head tilting.

“Why did they call me those things, Your Grace?”

“Because you are our God above Aeons. Do you… were you somehow unaware of that?”

The words hit you like a freight train. “No, I’m not.” It’s all you can think to say.

Caelus sits next to you on the bed, placing a hand on your knee. “Yes you are. We can feel it. You are the one that controls this world and gives us life.”

Controls this world… and gives them life… fuck, the game… you’ve been playing these sentient beings. Your tummy hurts at the knowledge .

“Oh, I’m— I’m sorry.” Your eyes prick with tears, the gravity of what you’ve been doing; how you’ve dragged these people into battles for fun. You couldn’t have know, but it doesn’t stop the guilt eating at you.

“No, no, what are you apologizing for?” Caelus’ hands cup your face, a finger catching the tears that drip over the brim of your waterline. Their voice drops to a whisper, “please don’t cry, My Lord.”

You suddenly feel very watched, like a million eyes are on you. Caelus never closed his door. You look up and catch sight of March 7th’s glare. The intensity of it makes you flinch back, making Caelus look up, over to:

“March, don’t give them that look.” They scold the girl, who turns the withering look to them.

“Why are you taking care of that monster? We told you to leave them to freeze in the snow.” The words make your heart sink. Being on this side of such venomous words stings, especially from someone you never would have pegged to be so hateful.

Caelus bares thier teeth, a mix of offense and hurt on their face. “And I told you I would do no such thing to our God.”

“That is no God.” Her voice shakes as does her head, before turning around and walking away.

“Don’t listen to her.” Caelus shakes their head in disappointment. “She doesn’t understand what all you do for us. Please don’t hold it against her.”

…

They, the Astral Express, do not like you. Caelus and Pompom do, they hold you in reverence, which is better than how March, Himeko, Welt, and Dan Heng treat you. It’s all dirty looks and only partially veiled insults. Caelus gets into arguments with them over you.

You hate to think that you’re harming the friendships between them, and when you brought your concern up, Caelus dismissed you saying you are worth it all.

Yeah, there’s that. You’ve tried to explain that you are not God, but they won’t hear you out. :(

It’s a perfectly normal day on the Astral Express when the Aeons come.

Nanook is the first one to descend into the Parlor Car; Caelus and Dan Heng immediately drawing their weapons, The Destruction laughs once, eyes moving to focus solely on you.

“It’s so good to see you, My darling Lord.” His voice is low and deep, and the gold flowing freely from the wounds (?) on his arms leaves a trail on the carpet as he approaches to kneel in front of you. From your peripheral you see Dan Heng and Caelus share a look before lowering their respective weapons.

Nanook, you recognize him from the Simulated Universe blessings screen, grabs your hand, gracing the back of your palm with a chaste kiss. His golden eyes peek up at you from behind long lashes.

“How has the Express been treating you? I regret not being able to welcome you to this existence, but alas the ritual took a lot out of us…”

What.

“Oh, uh,” your eyes flicker around the cabin nervously. “I’m doing alright, th-thanks…”

“Now, now, don’t tease the poor thing,” a beautiful woman (Aeon) walks in, one with many, many arms draped in soft looking, white cloth. Yaoshi’s eyes soften when she meets your gaze. “Hello, Your Grace, it’s an honor to meet you in the flesh.”

Caelus, Dan Heng, March, everyones’ (save for you and the two Aeons) bodies droop, posture faltering. IX, The Nihility, has arrived. An odd feeling, akin to that of a weighted blanket, is pushed onto your body. It’s them, their astral, cosmic form much smaller than what should be made of their status, laying on your body like a boa. They don’t speak, though you aren’t sure they could in this form.

Yaoshi’s eyes flicker with amusement, and Nanook pulls himself up. “The others were unable to make it, but,” her gaze chills and is directed at the crew of the Express. “We all wish to make it known that disrespect, anything short of reverence toward Our Grace, will not be tolerated.”

Welt visibly shudders at the threat, and Himeko shares a look with Dan Heng. They need to reflect on how they feel towards you, tha much is certain.

#verified hyperfixat post #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #sahsrau #self aware honkai star rail #honkai star rail aeons #aeons hsr #aeons x reader #caelus x reader #nanook x reader #yaoshi x reader #astral express #astral express x reader

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majflodder · 2 years

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In my mind State of Love and Trust by Pearl Jam is the Josef K theme song

#don't know why but it just fits #kafka my beloved #all my favourite media has its own pearl jam song to me #my favourite thing is assigning music to other types of media in case anyone hadn't noticed yet #only good thing about 12th grade back in the day was reading the trial

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originalaccountname · 9 months

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Mori Ougai’s belief as the boss is [...] “The boss stands on top of the organization, and at the same time, be the slave of all.” For the sake of the organization, the boss must always take the “logical optimal solution.” That is the duty of the boss. [...] “Therefore, no matter how much your heart aches, you have to ignore your personal feelings.”

Kafka Asagiri, for the BSD exhibition

On Mori and regret.

This man acts based on his perceived "optimal solution". It means relying on cold logic, detached from (his own and others') emotions. In that way, he fits right in as one of the smart characters of BSD, contrasting for example Dazai's way of working with/around people's feelings, and Fyodor's way of manipulating and twisting those feelings into monsters.

Mori remains cold, logical, distant, efficient. It meant disregarding Yosano's and the soldiers' deteriorating mental health during the war because the concept of an army that cannot be wiped out was too good. It meant following Natsume's plan and taking the old boss' place himself to fix Yokohama's underground and protect the city and its people. It also meant disposing of Mimic by sacrificing Oda in order to get the special ability business permit, despite (and perhaps because of) Dazai's attachment to the man.

The thing is, humans are not logical creatures, and will inevitably encounter conflicting emotions.

(does this look like the face of a man without regrets to you?)

Mori in Dark Era tried to pass on to Dazai his practice of putting aside his own feelings for the sake of choosing the most efficient solution that will benefit the group. It backfired spectacularly, so much so even, that Mori regrets it to this day.

For the BSD exhibition, Asagiri wrote some individual character commentaries, all very interesting insights into their characters and the writing intentions. For Mori, here's what he wrote:

“He who fell out of the optimal solution” Mori Ougai’s belief as the boss is described in the novel “Dark Era” and “Dazai, Chuuya, Fifteen”. That is “The boss stands on top of the organization, and at the same time, be the slave of all.” For the sake of the organization, the boss must always take the “logical optimal solution.” That is the duty of the boss. There is an unspoken additional point to it. “Therefore, no matter how much your heart aches, you have to ignore your personal feelings.” We can catch a glimpse of that in this scene. [the ADA-PM alliance meeting] Mori’s expressions after “Burnt it.” and “Like what you did to your predecessor”, gave us a glimpse of his true feelings that were made sacrifices for the sake of the “logical optimal solution”. (By the way, it goes without saying that Dazai is inducing Mori’s thoughts by words that will make him regret the past. It is to make him decide to form an “alliance”.) source and translation: Popopretty

(notice the inclusion of Hirotsu in this scene. Remember that later, Hirotsu suggests that Dazai knows why Mori did what he did to overthrow the old boss, which, in my opinion, is both a proof of Dazai's support in Mori's goal, and a reminder to uphold it.)

One of my favourite parts of the Dark Era light novel is a small scene during the epilogue that was not adapted into the anime. This is two weeks after Dazai defected:

To quote Asagiri again, "Therefore, no matter how much your heart aches, you have to ignore your personal feelings." Mori is conflicted about the outcome of the Mimic incident. He holds in his hands the Silver Oracle he himself gave to Oda, and reflects on its purpose: to "help the man mentioned above without hesitation in the face of any and all trials". Didn't he fail to do just that with Oda? Didn't he set him up and sent him to his doom? Didn't he abandon him to his trial?

But he rationalizes the events by saying he got the permit they so badly needed. No matter if he sacrificed one of his men. No matter if he drove Dazai away. He accomplished his priceless goal. It was a total success.

And yet, he poorly folds a paper airplane with the very Silver Oracle he gave Oda, throws it, watches it crash immediately, and mourns the loss of his right-hand man, without ever moving on.

But we have a direct example of Mori expressing regret.

The perception that Mori in BEAST is a completely different character than Mori is in canon, when that perception doesn't extend to any other character from that universe, rubs me the wrong way. The characters in BEAST are very similar to their canon selves, with some core traits getting a new twist. They are all one or two major life changes away from becoming these versions of themselves. As far as we know, Mori's only life-altering event was being forcefully removed from the Port Mafia by Dazai, and secretly put in charge of Atsushi's old orphanage.

Mori unambiguously made that orphanage a better place, as stated by Atsushi himself. BEAST!Mori is a lot softer, vulnerable and honest. That Mori offers to be a father to Atsushi while he heals. He also expresses regret in not being able to help Dazai when he was in his care.

I think it's very interesting, especially when knowing that Asagiri wrote both BEAST and Fifteen at the same time for the Dead Apple movie, because in Fifteen we have this:

The beginning of the first chapter of Fifteen is a gold mine. It is narrated from Mori's point of view, the man of logic and calculations, and yet it is full of doubt. He is alone and struggling to fix everything with so many people against him. But, throughout this scene about grasping at the Port Mafia's power, there is also this secondary thought being woven in, of Mori having started to actually care for Dazai.

The teenager is scary to him, smart enough to be a threat should he decide to be done with all this and turn against him, and yet, he immediately (and with a hint of sadness) finds that Dazai reminds him of himself. This lonely, lonely man found a kindred spirit, bright enough to grasp any situation in seconds and prone to using an uncomfortable obsession to divert and keep you guessing his true intentions. Mori entered Mentor Mode™ then. He taught Dazai his ways, he shared his struggles and thought process, he fought tooth and nail to keep him alive.

So when he asked Dazai why he wanted to die, it was with the concern of someone who has started to care. It was with the mind of someone who is trying to prevent the worst by fixing the problem at its source.

(translation: Reneray)

But it's also that self-projection/ability to relate that made him drive Dazai away, when he pushed too hard and forced Dazai to adhere to his optimal solution philosophy. Because Dazai cannot separate himself from his attachments, could not ignore his emotions like Mori does, and chose Oda over Mori's logic. From Dazai's point of view, that was betrayal. Mori and him were accomplices!

Dazai planted the idea that Mori was afraid of him taking over as boss, and Mori seems to agree with that thought (would it be because he feared for his life, or for Dazai's ability to replace him?) Yet, for a man afraid of his closest subordinate backstabbing him, he seems to be hanging on quite hard to the possibility of Dazai coming back, leaving his seat open to this day, inviting him back twice in the same arc, and...

(yeah I used this picture at the start too. "I hAvE nO rEgReTs" he says)

Mori may try to convince himself he feels no regrets and no guilt over his own actions by weighting gains and losses objectively, but he still hurts and has a very hard time moving on. He's human despite his best efforts, prone to mistakes and doubts. He's lonely and wishes to impart his knowledge onto others. His cold logic has both helped him in fixing the city, and alienated him from some of the people he most cared about.

In a similar vein, should the ADA employee transfer be of topic again, and should Mori clash with Yosano again, I wish we get to see some similar conflicting emotions in Mori between the usefulness of Yosano's ability, and Yosano herself as a person. The war was 14 years ago, that's a long time, and I want to believe that counts for something.

#there carrot i finished it 4 u #i can't be normal about mori and i've been having Many Thoughts about him #i needed that out of my system and lost the plot twice so uh. I hope this reads somewhat fine.#i could have started on twelve different tangents i have SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT MORI #i love mori i'm not even going to excuse or justify myself read the post #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd analysis #bsd meta #bsd mori #bsd mori ougai #bsd beast #bsd beast spoilers #apparently i talk sometimes #what does it mean about him trying to get yosano back all these years later now that she's a grown-up with the means to oppose him?#is it only about her ability? or did 14 years of hardships made him reflect in any way at all?#food for thought (while we wait to see if that plotline gets cancelled or goes anywhere interesting)

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sugumii · 10 months

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Good day or night to you, Suga! I was stalki-- i mean scrolling your blog and saw the mini event. Then the devil within me has risen and boldly ask you one more time! I don't know if it is your cup of tea or not, so feel free to accept it at your will. So here we go: As their lover, today the reader is a bit daring. For some reason, we are sitting on their lap and teasing our HSR men to our heart content. He can't hold back and wants to embrace us? Nuh-uh, his hands are tied behind (thanks to Kafka or Natasha taught us lol 💀). He wants to kiss us back, no, not yet. But little the reader knows, our men miraculously freed themselves at some point and strike back, so prepare for the consequence of teasing him. I'm thinking about tying down Blade, Jing Yuan and Sampo, or anyone that you come up with ❤ I love your writting so much ahhh i wanna keep reading them ❤🌹✨

HSR Men x Reader: Tying them up. (Suggestive Content.)

I DID MY BEST. I know it took a while, but I was really out here rewriting and re-editing this to make sure it wasn't OOC. Finally, it is here.

Part 2? Who wants to bribe me to include the last three characters or make a continuation? (jk jk... unless.)

WARNINGS: Suggestive content, mentions of biting, and blood.

18+ ONLY!!!

Jing Yuan:

“Darling…”

“Hush, Jing Yuan. We’ve only just begun.” You whispered seductively, lightly nibbling at the general’s ear. His body tensed as a light blush came onto his cheeks. Something that didn’t happen often at all. He was beautiful like this.

“Are you enjoying yourself, love?” You murmur into his ear while your hands traveled up and down his toned chest. Even through his thick attire, you felt the ridges and outlines of his abdominal muscles. Jing Yuan lightly tugged at the silky red rope restricting his hands as he groaned at the feeling of your soft kisses.

“Yes, I can’t deny it… You’re so beautiful. So enticing.”

“Really?”

You watched your husband’s reaction as you placed more tender kisses down his neck, enjoying the feeling of his struggles against the binds. You knew he wanted to touch you so badly, how his lips craved yours, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. No… not yet.

His long silver hair was in slight disarray and you felt a few stray strands tickle your left cheek while you placed love bites on his neck. His chest heaved up and down with ragged breaths as he groaned lightly at the pleasure.

“Beloved... I want to kiss you more than you could ever imagine right now. Why don't you be a good s/o and let me free?" The general said, attempting to coax you into freeing him of his binds. Of course, he was a patient man, having encountered countless trials in his younger years. He firmly believed in the art of perseverance and patience, but as of right now, he felt a fire burning within him. The way his face felt like it could erupt into flames at any given moment and the intense heat he felt in his groin. You were truly testing his patience.

“I said no, love.” You whispered teasingly into his ear, pulling back to take in his face. With a trembling lip and slightly watering eyes, the general had what resembled a slight pout. Heavy breathing filled the empty room as his eyes held a look of irritation. “My, my, how very unlike the general. To be seen like this, why this is an unexpected reaction.”

Something in him snapped at that moment. Your words triggered a newfound anger in his veins as a sudden snap was heard. To your surprise, the binds that once restricted the larger man now lay in shreds on the floor and his hands suddenly pinned yours above your head. His other hand rested firmly on your waist, pulling you flush with his body. Jing Yuan whispered into your ear with a cruel gaze and a mischievous grin, biting the tip of your ear.

“Let the fun begin, love.”

Blade:

“Is this some kind of joke?” Cold eyes pierced your smaller form seated on his lap. He remained still, cold and calculating eyes analyzing your every moment. You shuddered.

“I told you Kafka taught me how to tie someone up… isn’t is cool?” You offered him a nervous smile.

“…”

Sweat now dripped down your neck as a shiver went down your spine. Blade’s gaze was icy and unforgiving, it was as if he was murdering you with his gaze. Even as his lover he could be quite terrifying at times, but here you were now... You couldn’t back down. Gently, you leaned into his chest as he watched you, leaning to kiss his jaw quickly.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n.” Blade looks down at you with an evil glint in his eye. A slight smirk adorned his features the moment he felt your gentle kisses along his jawline. He almost shivered in excitement at your defiance, eager to put you in your place... to make you submit to him. Oh, how he wanted to corrupt you. The audacity you had to put him in such a humiliating position… you were sure to pay.

With ease, the binds that once restricted the man were broken as he immediately trapped you with his strong grasp. You gasped when his lips were on your neck, biting harshly at the delicate skin and drawing blood. The dark-haired male smirked against you and with his tongue, lapped up the delicious crimson liquid. You almost moaned in response.

With that, Blade pulled away and looked you straight in the eyes. He had a sadistic smirk, his eyes lighting up with mischief. The gloved hand on your back easily conquered both your hands in one swift motion rendering you motionless.

“You naughty girl/boy... How dare you go this far with your tricks.”

And now… 4/5 were to pay a price. One of them was you.

Dan Heng:

Dan Heng found himself in quite the predicament.

He looked up at you with a pleading gaze, pulling at the restraints that bound his hands together behind his back.

“Darling… please… let me touch you.”

You sat on top of his lap with a sadistic smirk, looking down at him in amusement. It filled you with joy to see your lover begging to let him touch you- something you didn’t get to see often. You’re surprised he even let you do this to him. The fact he agreed was enough to send an excited shiver down your spine and to quickly pull out the silky rope you had bought at a toy shop in Jarilo-VI.

“Maybe if you keep begging…” You whispered into his ear with a seductive tone. With your free hand, you lightly traced it up and down his chest, oozing with anticipation at the delicious reactions he made. The way his eyes widened and how his chest heaved up and down with every touch you made on his body, pleased you- fueling your ego. Who knew your boyfriend could be such a bottom after all?

“Pl-please… Y/n… I want to touch you.”

“You’ll have to wait, my love. Be a good boy for me and wait for me, won’t you?”

Shivers went up and down your lover’s spine as he watched your each and every move with eagerness. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest with the amount of pleasure he felt. The way you placed gentle kisses all over his neck, nipping and sucking at the bare flesh until it left a hickey, turned him on. His desire to turn the tables and return the favor intensified. Oh, how he wanted to touch you. To place his lips onto yours and to worship your body.

He needed you. Badly.

Again, Dan Heng bargained, tugging at his restraints in an attempt to free himself.

“Please, darling… I just want to make you feel good. I can’t any mo-“

“Quiet, Dan Heng. You don’t speak unless spoken to." You said with a stern voice, watching as said male’s eyes widened even more.

You… since when did you become so demanding? Did you really think you were in control of the situation? That’s it… Dan Heng had enough. He wasn’t used to being bossed around in the bedroom and it sure as hell wasn’t going to continue any longer now. You’ve had your fun while it lasted.

“You’re asking for punishment, darling.” Dan Heng’s voice lowered an octave as his eyes glared at you with slight anger. So this was how it’s gonna be? Fine. He’ll just have to force you to remember your place, just as he always had before.

With a newfound strength, Dan Heng's dragon form emerged as he pulled hard at the rope and with one powerful tug, freed himself. He watched as your mouth parted in a gasp at his brute strength, not having expected him to break free. Your face held a nervous look and you stuttered, “A-ah… How…? Dan Heng… I was just playing, you know!”

“Playing?" His face drew in closer, lips mere centimeters apart.

"Oh, I'll show you playing."

Sampo:

“Hey, hey…! Love, please let me…”

“No, Koski. This is your punishment for scamming me again.” You smiled, placing sloppy kisses all over his neck. The man whimpered and groaned in response.

“But- mmph…!”

An evil grin was plastered against your face as your teeth sunk into his delicate skin. This had to be his sweet spot if it made that loud of a reaction from him. You continued nipping and sucking at it, grazing at his tender flesh with your bare teeth. The action caused a shiver to go down the male’s spine as he released a shaky sigh.

“Please… I won’t do it again! Honest… I’ll even give you a cut of the spoils… just let me-“

“Koski.” You said with an irritated tone. “Shut. Your. Mouth.”

Sampo’s eyes widened at your hostile tone and he silenced immediately. His face was warm to the touch and his eyes were in a daze. He felt as if his whole body was tingling at your every touch. Fuck… he wanted to touch you so bad. To hold you and kiss you.

He once again pulled at the restraints, attempting to free himself. He was gasping and groaning at your every kiss, mind high in pleasure at the pleasure you gave him from your mere kisses alone. Was this really happening? The Sampo Koski being at the mercy of his loyal client. Oh, how the tables have turned. He drew in a sharp breath at the sensation of your lips on him.

“Please…! Don’t make me beg. Sampo wants to touch you.”

“Hmm?” You pulled back on his lap and chuckled at his facial expression. His cheeks were a dark red and his mouth was parted open, drawing in deep breaths. His hair was a bit sweaty as it stuck to his forehead. “Is this another one of your tricks, Koski? How can I be sure you won’t scam me again?”

“You have my word…! Just please- lemme touch you!”

The sight before you made an excited shudder go down your body. You were pleased, ecstatic even at his change in demeanor. The oh-so-cunning and sneaky salesman was now reduced to a begging and pleading man. How delicious.

“Alright.”

You smiled at the sight of his eyes lighting up and his body eagerly leaning into yours to allow you to untie his ropes. The moment you loosened them, he immediately broke free and grinned mischievously. His arms engulfed your smaller body and pulled you impossibly close to his chest. You blushed as you felt his lips at your ear, grinning widely and nibbling at it.

“Now… allow me to make amends. I wouldn’t want to leave a customer unsatisfied, after all.”

(This is my first time writing romantic stuff like this. Nobody judge me if it’s bad.)

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inyourgravehcs · 22 days

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♡ Listen to me ♡

❥ TAGS: hurt/comfort, descriptions of symptoms of mental illnesses (hallucinations, paranoia, painful psychosomatic sensations such as suffocation).

Where in this world can two broken souls find their place if not in each other's arms?

Broken heart and shattered mind. The bloody splinters of the fragments of the past are digging deeper into the wounded consciousness with each step, slowly and painfully bringing the already exhausted mind to it's limit. This is probably how others envisioned Blade; but what about you?

Not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed with a clear, sane mind. Mental torment is not exclusive, but it would be foolish to deny that some are less fortunate in that regard than others. Perhaps that's how you and Blade came together - it's not every day you meet someone who can understand and share that pain even the slightest bit. Your road to trust was thorny and difficult: what's it like, trying to connect when both parties are in constant survival mode and won't just open up to anyone? To meet Blade under the influence of mara was to be chased away and away for longer; to meet you while your mental health is acting up was to hear you mumble unintelligibly that he shouldn't see you in such a state.

But even from such a vicious circle, there's always a way out. In the most vulnerable moments, it becomes impossible to cling to pride: with each bandaged wound on the exhausted body, with each hour spent in shared silence, the relationship between you two became more and more trusting. Here it is - a small island of comfort just for the two of you, found in the most unexpected place. Or is it the most expected?

Slowly, by trial and error, an unusual relationship was formed. Without fancy confessions, without loud words - two soulless shells with empty hearts nestled into each other, sharing the last particles of warmth. You and Blade don't even have to reveal your relationship: to anyone who knows anything about you two, the inference will be obvious. It's hard to see Y/N in a sane state of mind, and it's hard to see Blade in a tolerant mood... But somehow it's this tandem that makes it possible and not such a rare occurrence.

However, peaceful days can't last forever.

No matter how hard you try, frustration won't stop accumulating, even if you apply balm to the inflamed soul. Just one drop - the very last one - and the mind slips into all-consuming despair. The heaviness narrows in a tight ring around your thin neck, digging it's barbed wires into the irritated flesh and denying any access to air. As the resinous, viscous panic drips down the parched walls of the throat, mingling with the salty taste of tears, images take over your sight and hearing. Ugly, garish, unrelated to reality - but no less frightening. Fear shackles every of your limb, and all that remains is to be sucked into the dark substance that overflows the skull to the brim. Through such strong pain and illusions, it would seem that nothing can break through until they collapse by themselves - but one voice, so familiar and close, still finds it's way through the dense veil of madness. That voice...

"Listen to me."

It was his voice. Blade was there; he was clutching your curled body in his arms, shielding you like a wall from all inclement weather. Paranoid fear made you want to break free, but knowing what a bone-crushing embrace this man had, you wouldn't have dared such a venture even in your most disturbed state of mind.

"Listen to me."

The soft strokes on your head sent shivers down the length of your spine. Blade wasn't the type to be verbally supportive - he was generally unaware of the impact his words could have. But what he was saying now... He had memorized Kafka's words that would normally free him from the shackles of insanity. He used this memorized words solely for your sake, unaware that they were more effective than any spirit whisper. You knew perfectly well that he was probably saying it more to reassure himself at that moment and not to seem weak in front of you, but the very fact of using them...

"Listen to me."

Your arms hug him back as your nose burrows into the curve between his neck and shoulder. Your eyes bleed tears, falling onto the dark fabric of Blade's coat and leaving wet stains behind, but neither you nor he cares.

"I'm here for you."

Because you have each other. And as long as it stays that way, machinations of two unhealthy minds aren't so terrible.

♡ ── ✦ ──『♡』── ✦ ── ♡

Please note that english isn't my native language and can be awkward at times.

Please don't translate or repost my works without asking for my permission first!

#hsr x reader #blade x reader #hsr drabbles #honkai star rail #hsr blade #blade x you #hsr x y/n #blade x y/n #hsr x you #it's a very selfinsert one. sorry if you can't relate

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yugiohz · 3 months

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Hi, I recently frequent your blog because it is fun and was just wondering about what draws you to Kafka's work (letters). It seems like a pretty dreadful read? Btw, I do not speak German. You have very strong opinions and I think that is pretty admirable.

😭 do I really have strong opinions? I think I do but I’m also very open to changing my mind I like discoursing with the right people lol… anyway I’m not reading his letters, I’m reading Elias Canetti’s essay on Kafka’s letters to Felice :) I wouldn’t say reading Kafka’s letters directly is a dreadful endeavor, but Canetti’s essay is definitely nicer lol

And idk what draws me to kafka specifically, I like modernist literally a lot in general, I read kafka more in-depth and in tandem with critical theory for a seminar last winter, so it’s pretty easy for me to just continue reading either his works of secondary literature about him and his work

#asks #the essay is titles Kafka’s other trial #book tag

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writergeekrhw · 1 year

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The Romulans and Cardassians feel like they have a similar species concept. How do you separate them?

I feel like the Romulans are Imperialistic and Machiavellian while the Cardassians are Colonialists and Fascists. I know those are small distinctions, but for example:

Romulans are happy with tribute. Cardassians want to occupy, exploit, and exterminate.

Romulan trials might be politically motivated, but probably follow a set procedure and if you pull the right strings, you might get a fair trial. Cardassian trials are Orwellian and EVERYONE ends up guilty, often for crimes they did not commit (if anyone ever actually tells them what they're charged with).

Romulan government is a constant shifting oligarchy made up of numorous factions plotting against each other. Sudden coups are not uncommon. Cardassian government is a faceless, implacable bureaucracy which crushes all dissent. Coups are rare.

The history of the Romulan Empire would be written by Edward Gibbon with an assist by George R. R. Martin. The history of Cardassia would be penned by Kafka, Huxley, and Orwell.

#ds9 #star trek ds9 #star trek #star trek deep space nine #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #deep space 9 #star trek deep space 9 #deep space nine #tv writing #ask me anything #ask me stuff #Cardassians #Romulans

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meaningofaeons · 11 months

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ majesty: prologue

⊹ word count - 2.1k ⊹ warnings/notes - mentions of blood, violence, etc. ⊹ taglist - @xphantasmagoriax @thatweirdcheshirecat @sparkleasteroid @fluffy-koalala @chopid

⊹ majesty masterpost ⊹ next part ⇾ chapter I.

it's finally here... the prologue to majesty! this is just a brief look into what happened to you, dear reader, before you reincarnate... look forward to the rest! and as always, be sure to check the masterpost for any updates! ty for reading!! /ᐠ .ᆺ. ᐟ\ﾉ

A shriek filled the once-peaceful courtyard, all eyes turned to the sight of a maid falling to her knees. Before her lay a body clothed in pure white, wine hair draped across the soft grass as its owner lay unmoving.

Blood. Crimson red and cruel, it spattered the serene gardens’ flowering buds, painting their once-soft colors into violent vibrance.

Next, the nobles’ eyes turned to the shattered glass. And then… onto you.

“P-Poison!”

Saintess Kafka’s personal maid was quick to screech in alarm, holding the noble woman to her chest as blood trickled from her mouth. “S-Saintess Kafka has been poisoned!”

“Call the physician!”

“Move, the Imperial Physician is on her way! Make way!”

You felt your throat go dry, your own blood running cold.

Who would dare poison the Saintess? And on a day like today no less?

It seems the nobles already had their answer, their gazes pointed on your wilting form.

“Was that glass not the one belonging to Lady ▉▉▉▉▉▉? Does Lady Y/N not… resent her? Especially after Lord Gepard...”

“It seems you’re right… And she was standing quite close, no less.”

“Look over there. Poor Lady ▉▉▉▉▉▉, she’s trembling… She must be so frightened.”

Me…? No, but I would never poison the Saintess! What reason would I have?!

Their words were like venom, their eyes full of malice as the guards arrived at the scene. It only took one of them speaking up for your heart to drop to your feet.

“No, I swear—!”

“Lady Y/N did it! I saw her!” a young noblewoman cried out, pointing her fan in your direction. You froze, mouth dry as you tried to defend yourself. “I saw her pour something strange, almost like a powder, right into Lady ▉▉▉▉▉▉’s drink! Then, Saintess Kafka drank it by mistake! It was all her!”

“No!” you cried in response, whipping your head around to find someone, anyone who would defend you. “I swear, it wasn’t me! I would never!”

Finally, your gaze landed on one. A familiar head of raven hair stood in the crowd, aquamarine eyes staring at you in shock. You smiled wobbly, trying to reach out. He was the only noble who had treated you with kindness left.

“Lord Dan Heng! Oh, thank goodness! Please, please tell them…”

He squeezed his eyes shut, turning away with a look of scorn. You felt a pang through your chest. Somehow, his silence felt worse than any disdainful words he could’ve imparted upon you. You once again scan the area, and finally, you fell upon your last resort.

“F-Father!”

You walked over, clinging to your father’s coat.

The cold Duke stared back.

“Father, t-tell them… I’m your daughter, aren’t I? Tell them it’s all a misunderstanding! I didn’t—”

Duke Louis Fleming slapped your hand away. His brow furrowed, and he turned to the guards.

“Tell the Emperor we must expedit this trial. I’ll not have my honor tarnished any further than it already has been by this child. I’ll have nothing to do with her.”

You dropped to your knees.

“O-Of course!”

“Right away, Your Grace!”

There was no fight left to be had in you. You had to be forcibly dragged to your feet by the Imperial Guards, taken away against your will as you gazed up at your father one last time.

He hardly spared you one last contemptuous look, almost as though it was difficult for him to even face you, before turning away, walking with the other guards towards the Imperial Palace.

The nobles continued to whisper and gossip.

Saintess Kafka was taken away, and you didn’t even have it in you to wish she was okay.

Eventually, you forgot what happened next.

—

The trial was mostly blocked from memory.

All you could remember was the cold, desolate prison cell you had been tossed into, the harsh meals you had to endure. As a noblewoman growing up in luxury, it was almost akin to torture.

Then, you remembered more guards, and the sudden brightness and commotion of the courtroom.

Even expedited, it had taken three days for your trial to occur.

In that time, Saintess Kafka had recovered, and was indifferently present when the charges were brought against you.

You recall being able to say nothing in your own defense. Not after the only man who spoke kindly to you and the only family you ever had had forsaken you.

It was traumatic, hearing the nobles clamoring for your execution, for your head to be displayed on the walls of the Stellaron Capital’s walls, a warning to those who would dare harm the purest woman in the entire Empire.

However…

“Considering her noble lineage and the weight of her family’s name, Lady Y/N of the Stella Duchy is hereby banished from the Stellaron Empire forever in lieu of an execution.”

You didn’t even have it in you to feel anything. The news was numbing, yet insignificant now that you’d fallen this far.

“Should she return to this noble Empire, she shall be executed upon sight.”

You only stared down at your feet, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“This sentence will be carried out at once. Guards, summon the carriage.”

And now, you were here. Staring out the window of the dreary horse-drawn carriage, gazing up into the night sky.

Where had things gone so wrong for you?

Was it when you first realized that your own father had no fatherly love to give his own daughter?

Was it when Lord Gepard denied your proposal? Was it when he perished on the front lines, the very battle he escaped to to avoid marrying you after you forced his hand with your family’s influence?

Was it the moment you decided to take out your anger on that noble lady of the Astral County, who seemed to hold the militant Lord Gepard’s affections far more than you ever could?

Or maybe it was when Lord Dan Heng, the only one to show you kindness after Lord Gepard’s departure from this life, turned away from you in your moment of need.

Maybe it was also when your father finally left you behind once and for all.

The one and only stain on his perfect legacy.

Was there… ever any love to be had for me in this life?

If I could just go back… start over, and do everything again… Could I find people who would care for me?

The rickety journey came to a sudden halt, shaking you from your thoughts. Outside, you heard commotion in an instant, clamoring and yelling following suit as metal clashed.

“...figure in the distance! Ready your swords!”

“Wait, it’s—!”

“...A-Archduke?! You cannot—! AAGH!”

“Someone, send for help!”

“Run! Run!”

Screams and shouts of anguish resounded, and you squeezed your eyes shut, covering your ears at the sounds. A splatter of blood splashed onto the window opposite you, and you screamed despite yourself.

Your despondency was replaced by fear as all went quiet outside mere moments after the havoc had risen. And then, the carriage door flew open.

Your eyes fell upon the glimmering sword that stabbed into the wooden floor. It was already soaked in blood—very likely the blood of your accompanying guards and coachman.

“W-Who are you?!” you trembled violently, the tall figure stalking towards you as you pressed yourself into the furthest corner of the carriage. “I-I’ve already been tried!”

“As if a mere banishment could appease me for the crime you’ve committed against Saintess Kafka.”

That rough voice was accompanied by a pair of blood-red eyes, and you froze once more.

The Duke of the North. A monster of a man—if he could even be called a man at all—known for both his exploits in war and his horrifyingly violent disposition.

Archduke Blade.

Surely, the Aeons must despise you, have some vendetta against you. Why else would they send this monster of a man as your executioner?

Was it because you failed to live virtuously in any capacity? Was it because, in their all-seeing eyes, the harm that befell their pious daughter was in some way indirectly your fault?

You clasped your hands together, tears springing to your eyes. He was blocking the only exit. You had no way of escape. Your heart raced, and you began to sob.

“Please, Your Grace! You have to listen! I-It wasn’t me! Please, p-please spare my life!”

His expression was cruel. There was no sympathy to be had anywhere.

“I can’t believe you have the gall to beg. You deserve this. All of this.”

Sharp, white-hot pain stabbed through you. You blinked away your tears, realizing in the final moment you had left that the legendary sword of the Duke of the North had pierced your heart.

Those crimson eyes were the last thing you ever saw in this life.

I just… want to go back…

And then, everything went black.

—

“...dy Y/N?”

You groaned, raising a hand to your forehead. The sun was too bright…

“Lady Y/N, you must wake up...”

Wait, sun?!

You shot up in bed, shocking your maid greatly. “Lady Y/N!”

A hand flew to your chest, right over your heart, feeling for a wound, a hole of some sort where the Archduke’s sword had cut you down. To your complete shock, you found nothing.

“Lady Y/N…? Are you all right?” Your maid looked upon you kindly, placing a hand to your forehead. “You’re quite pale!”

You ignored her, continuing to press. There wasn’t even a hint of pain at the site of your stabbing.

“What happened… to the Archduke? Where is he…?” you mumbled aloud, wincing as a thick haze covered your thoughts. How were you alive?

“The Archduke, my lady?” your maid was baffled, wetting a cloth in a basin as she gently pressed it to your cheeks. The warm water felt good on your clammy skin. “What in the world would you have to do with a man such as him? Last I heard, he’s been taking care of bandits in the North.”

“Bandits…” You recalled that, several years ago, troupes of bandits were rampant along the northern border. The Archduke was sent to subdue them, and ever since then, bandits hadn’t been reported—or at least, they weren’t prevalent enough for high society’s gossip to take an interest…

You nearly fell out of bed, if it weren’t for your maid catching you.

“My lady!”

“Cecilia…” your mouth went dry, staring into her eyes. You recalled at last those same eyes full of tears, begging for mercy on your behalf, only to be carted away as an accomplice… The only one who had done such a thing for you.

“What year is it?”

“It’s Stellar Year X90, my lady… Your debutante is in just three months.”

That was—that was ten whole years ago!

Your debutante?!

“It’s breakfast time, and you had a meeting with the dressmaker regarding your debutante dress, as well as your dress for the Imperial Banquet…” Cecilia explained warily. The strained expression on your face worried her, assuming the worst, that you might start throwing your belongings again. “And you need to find a partner…”

Your mind was racing.

You’d gone back. Back into the past.

“Cecilia, can you leave me alone for a moment?” you murmured, resting your head in your hand. “I… need to wake up.”

The raven-haired woman seemed taken aback at your calm demeanor, stepping back with a slightly shocked nod.

“I’ll… leave you be to wake up, Lady Y/N. Please ring the bell if you need anything.”

“Yes… Thank you.”

Your maid left, but not without one final glance at you in the large, lavish space you called your bedroom.

You sat on your bed, dumbfounded. Briefly, you raised a hand to your arm, pinching lightly.

“Ouch.”

It wasn’t a dream. Somehow, in some way, you have returned to the past.

At this point in time, your reputation in the eyes of high society was already quite low. However, that was only because of rumors that spread from within your house—you hadn’t yet made a fool of yourself publicly.

“Three months until my debutante, huh…”

Your mind raced, but one thing was certain.

With this chance granted by the Aeons, you would fix everything that befell you.

You would stop treating those around you with such unfounded vitriol and cruelty. You would gather people to your side, find your place in society, and ensure your standing was secure.

You would find out who really did plot to poison Saintess Kafka, hopefully before they could even get the chance. And you would ensure that your image in the eyes of the nobles was no longer that of a foolish, childish, selfish silver-spooned lady.

You would alter the future, for yourself and for all those who suffered from your actions.

This time… you’d make it right.

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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☾ book recommendations: *✲⋆.

my all time favorites:

the brothers karamazov by fyodor dostoevsky

notes from underground by fyodor dostoevsky

the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde

frankenstein by mary shelly

the plague by albert camus

we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson

others that i'd recommend:

break the body, haunt the bones by micah dean hicks

tomie by junji ito

uzumaki by junji ito

berserk by kento miura

the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson

i have no mouth, and i must scream by harlan ellison

the tell-tale heart by edgar allen poe

the cask of amontillado by edgar allen poe

rebecca by daphne du maurier

wuthering heights by emily brontë

dune by frank herbert

a shadow over innsmouth by h. p. lovecraft

the color out of space by h. p. lovecraft

the dunwich horror by h. p. lovecraft

crime and punishment by fyodor dostoevsky

demons by fyodor dostoevsky

the idiot by fyodor dostoevsky

jane eyre by charlotte brontë

animal farm by george orwell

do androids dream of electric sheep? by philip k. dick

a long fatal love chase by louisa may alcott

the stranger by albert camus

the metamorphosis by franz kafka

the trial by franz kafka

dragonwyck by anya seton

discipline and punish by michel foucalt

the castle of otranto by horace walpole

faust by johann wolfgang von goethe

the fall by albert camus

the myth of sisyphus by albert camus

the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde by robert louis stevenson

blood meridian by cormac mccarthy (do look into the content warnings though, there's heavy violence/depictions of 1840s-1850s racism)

the death of ivan ilyich by leo tolstoy

the dead by james joyce

the overcoat by nikolai gogol

dead souls by nikolai gogol

hiroshima by john hersey

useful fictions: evolution, anxiety, and the origins of literature by michael austin

no exit by jean paule satre

candide by voltaire

white nights by fyodor dostoevsky

notes from a dead house by fyodor dostoevsky

the shock doctrine by naomi klein

#i'll keep on adding to this as i continue reading!!!#recommendations

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metamorphesque · 9 months

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hello. I've begun to read your beloved kafka for myself. in your view, how does the nihilism of his fiction reconcile with the deep, deep love expressed in his letters to milena? (anon)

At the core of nihilism is the idea that life has no objective meaning or purpose. Kafka, in my opinion, is not a follower of the nihilistic school of thought. To my mind’s eye he’s wandering on the border that separates existentialism and absurdism, never quite choosing a side. It seems that Kafka’s protagonists themselves are of existential nature and yet they always seem to be surrounded by other characters who might have committed philosophical suicide (a term related to the concept of the absurd). In the Kafkaesque world ideas such as “the meaning of life” and “the purpose of living” do exist, even if they are out of the protagonist’s reach, hanging in front of his face and luring him in like bait.

Having read all of Kafka’s novels I couldn’t help but notice how his protaganists constantly seek guidance and support in female characters (like Fräulein Burstner, the washerwoman and Leni in “The Trial”). I’ve noticed the same patterns in Kafka’s letters to Milena. In Frank’s eyes Milena is not merely a woman-lover; he treats her like a deity of sorts - he reveres and adores her not with the affection of a lover, but with the devotion of a worshiper. In his letters Kafka calls her “teacher Milena”, “mother Milena” - a source of guidance and nourishment - necessary to withstand the absurd but not strong enough to overcome it, for “the gates of the Law are always going to be locked for you” (“Before the Law”) and “the access to the Castle - eternally denied” (“The Castle”).

I hope that what I just said made at least a bit of sense. I have so many thoughts regarding this topic but when I try putting them on paper or typing them, words fail me.

Dear anon, please bear in mind that I’m in no shape or form educated on any of the above-mentioned topics. I’m neither a student of philosophy nor that of literature, so do take my words with a grain of salt.

#asks #franz kafka #letters to milena

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kafkabot · 9 months

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"The moonlight lay everywhere with the natural peace that is granted to no other light."

The Trial, Franz Kafka

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strwbmei · 9 months

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╰┈➤ Masterlist ;

🌂 : dom!reader

☂️ : sub!reader

🫐 : fluff

highlighted in purple = fic

not highlighted = thirst/drabble

Honkai Impact 3rd ¡! ❞

Riding Fu Hua (Thirst)

Kiamei and Herrscher!Reader (Thirst)

Service top Kiana (Thirst)

Service top Kiana (2) (Thirst)

Pillow princess HoFi Kiana (Thirst)

Elysia overstimulating you before work (Thirst)

Edging Kiana (Thirst)

Bondage with Fu Hua (Thirst)

Honkai Characters reacting to a fatally injured Reader (Fluff, SFW)

Cockwarming Mei and Eden (Thirst)

Threesome with Kiamei (Thirst)

Loving sex with Mei (Thirst)

Bullying Mobius in bed (Thirst)

Mobius bending you over her desk

Fu Hua headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Elysia headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Mei with a pillow princess!reader (Thirst)

Soft dom Fu Hua (Thirst)

Mei with a camgirl!reader (Thirst)

Mei with a camgirl!reader (2) (Thirst)

Jealous sex with Mei (Thirst)

Elysia eating you out (Thirst)

Fu Hua (Azure Empyrea) fingering you (Thirst)

Mommy kink with Elysia (Thirst)

Fu Hua and Fu Xuan riding you (Thirst)

Honkai : Star Rail ¡! ❞

◘ Herta Space Station

Manhandling Herta and her puppets (Thirst)

Overstimulating/edging Herta at the same time (Thirst)

Fucking both Silverwolf and Herta (Thirst)

Silverwolf and Herta womb tattoo (Thirst)

Herta headcanons

Eating Asta out (Thirst)

◘ Astral Express

Corrupting Stelle (Thirst)

Corrupting March 7th

Soft dom Himeko (Thirst)

Making March 7th beg (Thirst)

◘ Stellaron Hunters

Sending a video of you fucking Kafka to the Stellaron hunters gc (Thirst)

Kafka womb tattoo (Thirst)

Silverwolf cockwarming your strap (Thirst)

Fucking both Silverwolf and Herta (Thirst)

Silverwolf recording your sessions (Thirst)

Poly with Kafka and Silverwolf (Thirst)

Silverwolf and Herta womb tattoo (Thirst)

Mommy kink with Kafka

Silverwolf headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Sleepy sex with Silverwolf (Thirst)

Silverwolf with an innocent(?) Reader (Thirst)

Catching Silverwolf in the act (Thirst)

Silverwolf with a collar (Thirst)

Cockwarming Silverwolf (Thirst)

Getting pussydrunk off of Silverwolf (Thirst)

Silverwolf with a housepartner!reader (Thirst)

Priest!reader and succubus!Kafka (Thirst)

Semi-public sex with Silverwolf (Thirst)

Silverwolf fingering you (Thirst)

Cockwarming Kafka (Thirst)

Hypnotizing Kafka

◘ Jarilo VI

Natasha overstimulating/edging you in her office (Thirst)

Jealous dom!reader with Bronya (Thirst)

Poly with Bronya and Seele (Thirst)

Office sex with Bronya (Thirst)

Deepthroating Bronya's strap (Thirst)

Natasha catching reader in the act (Thirst)

◘ Xianzhou Luofu

Brat taming with Fu Xuan

Fu Xuan misusing her divination (Thirst)

Fu Hua and Fu Xuan riding you (Thirst)

Helping Yukong with her heat (Thirst)

◘ Others

TBA...

Genshin Impact ¡! ❞

◘ Mondstadt

Succubus!Rosaria corrupting reader (Thirst)

◘ Liyue

Overstimulating Ganyu (Thirst)

◘ Inazuma

Helping Yae Miko with her heat

Ei watching as you rail Yae Miko (Thirst)

Mirror sex with Yae Miko/Possessive sex with Ei (Thirst)

◘ Sumeru

TBA...

◘ Fontaine

Fucking Furina dumb (Thirst)

Furina fingering you during a trial (Thirst)

Fucking Furina at the Opera House (Thirst)

Threesome with Arlecchino and Furina (Thirst)

◘ Snezhnaya

Threesome with Arlecchino and Furina (Thirst)

#・❥・strwb navigation

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