#Kafka honkai star rail

[chattematsu]

I don't want to finish it so

Team s but with Firefly now (secomd one from 2023)

FK I FORGOT TO DRAW KAFKA'S HAND

[reypadawanjedi]

ngl I trust her

[hunnieknight]

Kitty Kitty Cat!

You are their treasured kitty!

[JingNyan, Blade, Kafcat, Luocat]

Extra

SPAY /NEUTERED YOUR PET, reader is not spayed yet because plot, Modern AU?, reader is a female cat, no proofread, BAD GRAMMAR

Context added to each 'chapter'.

@jymwahuwu wants cat, i give cat.

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Jing Nyan

Yukong feels so lonely after her daughter left the house for college, she wants a company and someone to take care of.

She is happy to feed you, a stray one, and you officially become hers when she managed to put on a collar on you.

However, she is ill-informed about taking a stray as a pet and never crossed her mind to spay you.

Resulting her kitty to be missing for days, only to come back with filled belly.

On the other side of the neighborhood, Fu Xuan has this healthy fat cat, she foolishly thought her cat is so lazy as long as he is inside, it will be okay.

Oh how wrong she is that Jing Nyan is determined enough to meet up with the stray cat walking outside their house.

Imagine the surprise on Fu Xuan's face when she sees the status from her neighbor about the oh-so-familiar looking kittens.

The meeting started with both women apologizing for not spaying their cats, and ended up with Fu Xuan roasting the hell out her own cat.

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Stellaron Stray

In a small studio house, the Express Family got an indoor cat, you, a very curious yet timid kitty.

The neighborhood got many stray cats but one of the most famous one are the so called Stellaron strays.

Two of the old cats taking a liking on Express's beloved cat. They don't worry much since every single windows and door are clo-

Oh my god how did the cat get pregnant?

March was quite upset, she has a male cat in mind to mate with her purebred cat. Only for you to just have kittens with the neighborhood gang cats. And how the hell you got a female cat to impregnate you

However, the Express didn't expect the strays to keep visiting, and even leaving animals that they hunt for you!

The Express decided to keep your babies too instead of giving them away.

Now Himeko is followed by kittens who always beg food to her.

And Dan Heng being haunted by the kittens who just....stare at him for some reason.

The Express also realizing these kittens are escaping artist, no matter how tight the door and windows are locked, the cats always find a way to get everywhere.

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LuoCat

Your dad, Welt, doesn't approve your cat boy friend.

[gouachest]

the main reason i started playing star rail

[mubabee]

Genderbent Kafka and Himeko with Y/N(I’ve been genderbending a lot 😼)

I was planing to add more to the mini comic but I’m impatient so

awkward and short because there’s no context, I’m just trying to make a cute scene 😭

y/n’s white instead of gray in this one. By the time I realized, I couldn’t really color it over because I already added all the filters. It’s fixed in the second one though(also Kafka and Himeko are definitely the type to cross their legs while sitting.)

[maxderats]

A one page HSR comics I did about Stelle and the crew. I really dig the trash panda as a main character.

I just finished Penacony and now I wanna draw ten million Fireflies.

[aventurineswife]

What could possibly trigger their jealousy? how bad can it get? And how will they confront the reader about it? Could be angst, fluff, or suggestive. Up to what you see fit! (march 7th, Kafka, Veritas, Kaveh, Ruan mei, Aventurine.)

“I'm jealous of the way you're happy without me”

Tags: March x Reader, Kafka x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Ruan Mei x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jealousy, Emotional Tension, Vulnerability, Romantic Tension, Conflict, Possessiveness, Emotional Struggles.

Warnings: Themes of Jealousy, Possessiveness, Emotional Conflict, Tension In Relationships, Implied Possessive Behavior In Romantic Dynamics, Insecurity.

A/N: My stupid ahh didn't register the req properly into my brain and I ended up writing fics for them 🧍‍♀️... Enjoy!

March was normally the picture of cheerful optimism, but today, something was... off. She had been unusually quiet, fiddling with her camera instead of chatting your ear off about her latest snapshots. You noticed it started when you and Stelle had been laughing together earlier—laughter that felt innocent to you, but apparently not to her.

Later, as you entered the train lounge, you found March sitting cross-legged on the couch, pouting slightly, her camera resting on her lap. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, a storm of emotions hidden beneath her usual brightness.

“Hey,” she said, forcing a smile. “Had fun with Stelle today?”

You blinked, surprised. “Yeah, she told this ridiculous story—”

“I heard,” she interrupted, her voice tight. “You were laughing so much... Guess it must’ve been really funny.” Her attempt at casualness crumbled under the weight of her emotions.

“March, what’s wrong?”

She sighed dramatically, crossing her arms. “What’s wrong? Nothing! Except, I don’t know, maybe it feels like you’re forgetting about me. I mean, I’m always the one dragging you into adventures, taking cool pictures with you, but now you’re all buddy-buddy with Stelle.” Her voice cracked slightly at the end, betraying how deeply it bothered her.

You knelt in front of her, taking her hands in yours. “March, no one could replace you. I love hanging out with you—your energy, your humor, everything. Stelle’s fun, sure, but she’s not you.”

March’s pout softened, her cheeks flushing. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do. You’re one of a kind, March. My one and only quirky photographer.”

She chuckled, her mood visibly lifting. “Okay, okay, I guess I got a little... silly there. But don’t forget—next time you’re laughing like that, it better be at one of my jokes.”

It wasn’t easy to rile up Kafka. She was the epitome of cool confidence, always in control. But when she saw you chatting with someone else—a certain Stellaron Hunter who was being just a little too friendly—her usual smirk faltered.

She didn’t confront you right away. Instead, she waited until later, when you were alone in her quarters. Sitting with her legs crossed, her eyes fixed on you with an unsettling intensity, she finally spoke.

“You’ve been quite popular today,” she remarked, her tone light but laced with something darker.

You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on,” she said, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. “That little tête-à-tête you had earlier? I could practically see the sparks flying.”

Realization dawned. “Kafka, are you... jealous?”

Her smirk returned, though it was sharper this time. “Jealous? Me? Hardly. I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” She leaned closer, her fingers brushing against your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. “You wouldn’t make me feel ignored, would you, darling?”

You swallowed, your heart racing. “Of course not. You’re... kind of impossible to ignore.”

Her smirk softened into something almost tender. “Good answer. But just to make sure you don’t forget...” She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both possessive and utterly intoxicating. When she pulled away, her voice was a low murmur. “You belong to me. Don’t forget that.”

For someone as composed and logical as Dr. Ratio, jealousy was an uncharted territory. He prided himself on being above such emotions—until he saw you, laughing and leaning in close with another scholar during one of his lectures.

He didn’t say anything at first, though his eyes burned with an intensity that even his alabaster mask couldn’t hide. It wasn’t until the lecture ended and the others had dispersed that he finally confronted you.

“I couldn’t help but notice your... enthusiasm during today’s discussion,” he said, his tone carefully neutral, though the sharpness in his gaze betrayed him.

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ratio sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Let me put it plainly. I didn’t appreciate how... comfortable you seemed with that imbecile. Their theories are pedestrian at best, yet you treated them as though they were a second Einstein.”

“Ratio, are you jealous?” you asked, more amused than anything.

His eyes narrowed. “Jealous? That’s an absurd accusation. I simply don’t understand why you’d waste your time entertaining someone so beneath you.”

You stepped closer, resting a hand on his arm. “Ratio, you’re overthinking this. I admire you—for your brilliance, your passion, everything. No one else comes close.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, though he still looked conflicted. “I... appreciate that. But I don’t like feeling—” He cut himself off, his frustration evident.

“Vulnerable?” you supplied gently.

He nodded, his pride clearly wrestling with the admission. “Yes. But if you say I have nothing to worry about, then I’ll trust you. Just... don’t make a habit of testing my patience.”

You smiled, standing on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Never. You’re the only genius I have eyes for.”

Kaveh sat at his drafting table, his fingers absently tracing the intricate blueprints for his latest project, but his mind was miles away. It wasn’t the design that occupied his thoughts—it was the image of you, laughing and talking with Alhaitham in the corner of the room. He tried to brush it off as nothing—after all, they were old friends, right? But every laugh you shared, every soft smile you gave him, struck Kaveh’s heart with a sense of sharp, unfamiliar discomfort.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to have friends. He knew the importance of connections. But Alhaitham... the way you looked at him, so comfortable and at ease, made Kaveh's stomach twist. He couldn’t ignore the jealousy gnawing at him—how could he, when it felt like his chest was being crushed under the weight of it?

He had always been the idealist, believing in beauty and goodness. But in that moment, watching the two of you exchange something unspoken, something that seemed to bring you both closer, he felt a sting of doubt.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Alhaitham’s voice interrupted Kaveh’s spiraling thoughts. His tone was unreadable, his expression indifferent as usual.

Kaveh forced a smile, though it felt like the most strained thing he had done in days. “Of course. Just working.”

But Alhaitham wasn’t fooled. With a subtle glance at you, he excused himself, leaving Kaveh alone in the room.

Kaveh’s hands tightened into fists. He couldn't push the emotions away any longer. He could only imagine what it might feel like if you turned to him the way you did to Alhaitham. The ache inside his chest deepened.

You’d never seen him so distant. His demeanor had changed. The open warmth that usually defined him had turned to quiet frustration, something unspoken hanging between you.

Finally, after hours of silence, you approached him. "Kaveh," you began softly, "I don't understand. Why have you been avoiding me today?"

He turned to face you, his eyes sharper than usual, an edge of vulnerability flickering within them. “I—” He swallowed. “You were with him. With Alhaitham.”

You blinked, confusion flashing across your face. “What do you mean? He’s my friend.”

Kaveh’s voice wavered despite himself. “I know. But... it’s more than that, isn’t it?” He couldn't stop the words from tumbling out. “I can’t help but wonder if... if you need him more than you need me.” His gaze fell, suddenly feeling the weight of his own words.

You didn’t need to ask how deep it went. Kaveh’s jealousy wasn’t the playful, harmless kind—it was raw and vulnerable, revealing his fears of being discarded, of his care and efforts never being enough.

You moved to his side and gently placed a hand on his arm. "Kaveh, I—" You hesitated, before continuing, "You’re my light, my inspiration, the one who makes my heart race with everything you do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t cherish my friends. You’re not in competition."

For a moment, Kaveh felt a spark of relief—just a flicker, before his insecurities took hold again. “Then why does it feel like I’m losing you?”

With a soft sigh, you cupped his face in your hands. "You haven’t lost me, Kaveh. Not ever."

Kaveh closed his eyes, taking a slow, steadying breath. "I don’t know what I would do without you," he whispered, his vulnerability spilling out as the jealousy melted into something more profound—an admission of how deeply he needed you, how terrified he was of losing what mattered most.

The lab was unusually quiet. The hum of machinery and the soft clicking of data streams filled the room, but something was off. Ruan Mei didn’t need to look up to know what was happening. She could hear it in your voice—the light, teasing tone you had when speaking to Herta, one of her colleagues from the Genius Society.

It wasn’t that Ruan Mei disliked Herta. Far from it. But seeing you so engaged, so at ease with her, stirred something unfamiliar in her. Herta’s loud laugh, her gregarious energy, was so different from Ruan Mei’s cool, methodical presence. She knew she couldn’t compete with that. Yet, why did it bother her so much?

A brief flash of jealousy spread through her, like a cold chill in her chest. She couldn’t explain it—she’d never cared about this before. But somehow, seeing you make Herta laugh, seeing how easily you two interacted, made her feel like an outsider in her own life.

She wasn’t one to show emotions easily, but this... this was something she had never expected. The creeping feeling that perhaps you could find someone more engaging, more dynamic, than the stoic, emotionally distant Ruan Mei. It was suffocating.

She turned her attention back to the data, forcing herself to focus, but her mind kept drifting back to you. And to Herta.

When you finally approached her later that day, her expression remained unreadable, a mask of detachment she had perfected over the years. You didn’t seem to notice the subtle shift in her demeanor.

“Ruan Mei,” you said, softly. “Can we talk?”

Her heart skipped, but she kept her voice neutral. “What is it?”

You hesitated, a knowing look in your eyes. “I noticed... you seemed a little off today. Is everything okay?”

Ruan Mei clenched her jaw. She didn’t want to admit to her jealousy—not to you, not to anyone. She had always been so in control, so precise in her actions. But you were different. You made her feel like she had to confront the emotions she had buried for so long.

“Everything is fine,” she replied, her voice sharp but controlled. “I’ve been busy.”

You took a step closer, your eyes searching hers for the truth. “Ruan Mei,” you said gently, “I can tell when something’s wrong. You don’t have to hide it.”

She stiffened. “I’m not hiding anything,” she snapped before quickly composing herself. “It’s nothing.”

But the slight tremor in her hand betrayed her. She could feel her walls crumbling. With a deep sigh, Ruan Mei looked away, the weight of her feelings too much to bear. “I don’t like seeing you with her,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked, confused at first. “With Herta?” you asked.

Ruan Mei nodded stiffly. “She... she’s too different from me. I don’t understand why you would prefer someone so... loud.”

You stepped closer, lifting her chin gently, forcing her to meet your eyes. “I like you for who you are, Ruan Mei. I don’t need someone loud or flashy. I need someone who’s thoughtful and intelligent. Someone who makes me think. And that’s you.”

Ruan Mei felt her breath catch, her heart racing in a way it hadn’t in years. Maybe, just maybe, there was something to this connection after all.

Aventurine sat at his usual spot in the corner of the room, watching you from across the room. His fingers were wrapped around a glass of wine, swirling it absently, though his attention was entirely on you. You were talking to someone else—an acquaintance, someone new—and his stomach twisted with a sensation he hadn’t expected.

He couldn’t deny the tightening in his chest. He had known it was irrational. He had known it wasn’t the time to feel possessive, but watching the way you laughed at the other person’s jokes, the way you leaned in slightly, even the way your eyes sparkled when they spoke to you—it stirred something deep inside him. Something dangerous. Something he had long buried under layers of charm and strategy.

It was an old feeling—jealousy—but for someone who had gambled with so much of his life, to feel out of control like this, to feel exposed—it unnerved him.

He had always prided himself on his ability to remain composed. He was a master of manipulation, a master of the game. But this was different. He could feel the walls around his heart beginning to crack, the fear of losing you threatening to swallow him whole.

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor, drawing attention. You looked up, your expression a mix of confusion and concern. That was all it took to push him over the edge.

Aventurine’s smile was strained as he approached you, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned in just enough for you to notice the tense edge to his movements. “I think,” he began, his tone almost teasing, but there was something deeper behind it, “that I should be the one to occupy your attention for a while, don’t you think?”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. “Aventurine, what’s wrong with you? Why are you—”

He cut you off, his voice low but with an unmistakable edge of tension. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, though the words were laced with an undercurrent of something darker. “I just don’t like seeing what I’ve worked so hard to gain slipping away.”

You stared at him, now understanding that something more than mere playful banter was at play. “What are you talking about?”

He laughed, though there was no humor in it. “I never lose. Not in this game.”

You stepped closer, your hand gently resting on his. “Aventurine, you don’t have to play games with me. Just tell me what’s going on.”

He hesitated, his expression faltering for just a moment, before he smirked again. “Perhaps it’s just the thrill of the chase. Or maybe... just maybe, it’s that I’m afraid of losing.”

For a moment, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, before the mask slid back into place.

[truejekart]

Kafka (Honkai Star Rail)

[minxinq]

nessun dorma

[iceunhie]

voicelines about you: as their lover !

featuring: imbibitor lunae, jing yuan, gepard. (+ jingliu and kafka)

notes: headcanons! some might be ooc HELP. i couldn't resist writing for hsr man… also jingliu and kafka sneak bc mmm i love morally questionable women 🤩. gn!reader. reader is not trailblazer. some fluff, some angst (?) kinda. reblogs are very much appreciated!

Imbibitor Lunae (Danheng IL)

About [Name]: They're one of the few people who's never condemned me for Danfeng's sins, nor ever tried to get me to own up to them. Their presence is very comforting to me. My lover? *coughs* Y-yes, they are.

About [Name]: Selfies Aside from March, [Name] always seems to ask me to take photos with their camera. Hm? No, I don't really mind. If it makes them feel happy, then that's enough reason for me to agree.

About [Name]: Photo Albums [Name] made an Express photo album with March yesterday. Yeah, pictures of our adventures and memories, according to them. It's in the Data Bank, so just ask me if you want to take a look at it.

Gepard Landau

About [Name]: [Name] is the most amazing individual I've met. Their determination and their will to pursue their goals to the fullest… I'm proud to call them my lover. Oh, ah… Was that too forward?

About [Name]: Lending a Hand Oftentimes, Serval asks [Name] to help her carry some things for her workshop. Although the times I get to personally help out are rare due to my duties, I still make it a point to support them by asking the Silvermane Guards to keep an eye out for them and help carry my sister's things for them if it's too heavy. Of course. They're always my top priority.

About Serval: Nagging Every time Serval stops by my post, it usually means [Name]'s run into some difficulties, which I try to help them out in. While her telling me about my lover's state is greatly appreciated, she always nags and teases me being a fool for them and… *sigh* No, it's alright, really. I'm thankful that my sister cares about [Name] and goes out of her way to talk to them for me. Still, I do hope her nagging would decrease next time.

Jing Yuan

About [Name]: Hm? [Name]? Yes, they're indeed my lover. Hehe, now that you've brought them up, I should go look for them. I'm afraid I've grown so used to the feeling of laying my head on their lap that no other pillow can suffice. Ah, what a predicament…

About [Name]: Spending Time Together While I do enjoy dozing off, [Name] makes a point to let me rest at a more appropriate place, instead of at the Seat of The Divine Foresight, buried under a mountain of paperwork. Oftentimes, I do as they say, but when I'm not and just craving their presence… Heh, now that's another matter entirely.

(BONUS! - Yanqing's Voiceline) About [Name]: Oh, [Name]? They always give me some extra allowance for buying swords, buying me sweets and food I like… Of course I won't say no to that! Sometimes, them being with me when I'm being scolded by the General for my expenses helps a lot. Probably because they're the only one the General can't say no to.

Jingliu

About [Name]: ….Do you really think you have the right to know about them? This is a warning. Try to ask again and perhaps you'll be faced with the end of my blade as my answer.

About [Name]: Soothed The whispers of the marastruck, succumbing to the Abundance… They are the only one able to calm the storm of my thoughts. For that, I am grateful for their patience and their kindness.

(BONUS 2! - Jing Yuan's Voiceline) About Name: While Master's current state is one of irreparable damage, at the very least… She has someone to hold onto while she grapples with the curse of mara. Even if I don't quite believe she's the Jingliu I knew from before, I know that her feelings for [Name] are sincere. I just hope she doesn't end up hurting them in the process.

Kafka

About [Name]: Aha, now thats a question I didn't expect to hear from you. My lover? Yes, [Name] is that to me. I very much enjoy their love and affection, you know. Even if it isn't on the script, I'd still mention them. Quite romantic of me, no?

About [Name]: Trophy They always, always chide me about me ruining my velvet coats when we finish up a script. What's wrong with a little blood? I keep most of them as trophies. There's one I'm especially fond of, too. They think it's rather embarassing that I keep the coat from the time they got injured on the job. Although the stains have long since turnt black, there's still a faint scent of iron in it. Hm? What do I mean by that? Heh, let's just say I don't take any harm coming to [Name] lightly. While they call it a reminder of their lack of caution, I'd rather call it a little show of my affection~

About [Name]: Destiny's Course Elio refused to tell me about what my future with them would be, saying that the path in that choice is quite difficult to discern, and I think it's for the best. I suppose if [Name] decided to leave the Stellaron Hunters, hm, would locking them up till they can't leave me anymore suffice….? Haha, just kidding. I wouldn't let them leave in the first place.

© 𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐄𝐄𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

Suggestive Hands

Including : Feixiao, Kafka, Arlecchino and a bonus~

Notes : My hands wouldn't really work, so I decided to draw some

+ Bonus : Lady Dimitrescu

[chattematsu]

idc about stellaron hunters *keeps drawing them*

[castodust]

“ Life is not as fragile as butterfly wings. ”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Kafka (HSR) Tumblr layout!

Another photopea test (the dividers were done on ibis). No pinned post cuz i cant have time to open my pc WAAAAHHHHH, if the pictures are low quality i cant fix it rn (╥﹏╥)

Anyways i love her sm if yall even care (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) /r

── .✦ F2u with reblog + credit! Top/bottom dividers NF2U !

── .✦ No f / o tags !

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[xylon8]

"Oh, my love.. mmhn.. you feel so good.."

kafka whispers in your ear without shame. the sounds coming out of her mouth equivalent to cupids choir combined with yours. she makes sure that you hear just how good she feels when she's with you during intimate moments like these. she always takes her time with it, finding it more and more pleasurable to be patient in the lovemaking process than taking everything all at once. you wouldn't trade in your incredible hearing, not even if it meant saving a loved one.

her strained grunts every time she hits a good spot she finds when she scissors her hips wonderfully against your own, the whimpers she lets out when the feeling of your fingers gets so good, the haziness in her eyes when she gazes at you with so much love and desire for you when she comes. she has always preferred skin contact instead of skipping everything with simple toys and had always adored the fragility and the makeshift of a human body under or over her.

no matter how long you two stayed together, you just can't get over how a stellaron hunter, the most feared and untrusted people with record breaking bounties on its most wanted criminals, never looked so good under you.

"mhh... you're just a sight for my sore eyes.. arent you.." she mutters under her breath as she moves with you passionately and steady against your hips. she hugs your frame and rakes her nails down your back, panting and whining in your ear. "god... nngh.. you're gonna make me come earlier than I thought..!" her hair is beautifully spread across her back and down the mattress, and some of the strands rest at her shoulders. her lipstick smeared everywhere by how much kisses were exchanged.

it didn't take too much to know when she was about to reach her peak, and when she did, it was just nothing but utter bliss for the both of you. moans shared in harmonized pitches with one last drag of your hips before resting on top of kafka all hot and sweaty after so many rounds previously. the aftercare is just as wonderful as the sex. kafka caresses your hair and presses soft kisses on your head while your head is on her chest..

"shh.. I love you, starlight.. let's do this again the next time I'm off work.." she says in her usual airy voice that you just adore and goes to sleep with you..

i just love my wife :3

[mubabee]

Yandere Genderbent Kafka using spirit whisperer to make Y/n give him a kiss but then when Y/n breaks out of it she’s like, “you didn’t need to do that, I would given you one anyway” and then they keep kissing cause Kafka likes her too much.

ur ur ureakwkwm I hate the drawings

I swear whenever I go past any mini comics I post, I make an incomprehensible noise to ease the cringe of the dialogue and art. I got lazy at the last one too 🌝

so basically elio has another mission for kafka buts it’s risky so kafka’s just like ‘I shall have no regrets if I die’

mitsuri-like reader. I was looking at fanart of kny and I just wanted to make reader have her personality for this one.(woohoo reader has personality this time)

YALL I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DRAW KISSING JUST IMAGINE IT(image added for people scrolling)

so basically u kiss and Kafka is shocked for a sec before he goes in for another

[rainbow-taishi]

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