#the woman... kafka!

[biblicallyaccuratemoth]

You’ve pulled The Metamorphosis!

A card in the Trans Girl Trading Card Collection!

One night before falling into restless dreams I imagined myself transformed in my bed into a girl. One morning, years later, I woke up and realized that my wish had come true, little by little.

Special thanks to @sadcoldcoffee and @unholytgirl for starting this super fun trading-card trend!

[calatia]

[spirit-lanterns]

Sugar mommy Kafka... She buys you all your favorite things, gives you one of her black cards, immediately buys the things you were eyeing for a second when you guys were walking down the street... She'd pamper you sm 😩 Also I imagine if you have younger niece and nephews and you bring Kaf over she'd have a whole Christmas bag ready for them, with personalized toys and stuff cause you told her 🥺 She'd be the hit of the night with the kids and you'll be so happy

Rich Auntie! Kafka feels like the type of aunt to roll in with a whole miniature car on Christmas (yk those rlly expensive battery-powered cars for kids?) and there’s one for each of your nieces and nephews.

She spoils not only you but your family as well. I feel like when you first bring Kafka to meet your family, they’re a bit skeptical because Kafka is very intimidating. But then Kafka shows up with gifts and is friendly with everyone, especially the kids because Kafka is surprisingly good with kids, they’re always asking if she’s coming to every family function because she’s just so fun to be around 🥺

Kafka being a family woman while also being rich af. Your family is begging for Kafka to put a ring on your finger because she’s such a keeper. They’re hoping you and Kafka eventually bring another niece/nephew to the family iykwim <3

[amicus-noctis]

“…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.” ― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

[zeyris-daydreams]

//yandere

Kafka held your face with her hand, her eyes soft similarly to her pillowy lips that pressed kisses onto your face. Her cherry red lipstick left smears across your freshly washed skin.

The bitterness inside of your chest bubbled like a concoction upon a stove, your fingers curled into tight fists on the bed you were sat on. Knuckles turned white, and they ached just as you ached to tear away.

"Don't give me that look," the woman mused, her fingers releasing your face. Her lipstick was snapped shut before she picked up yet another one, easily applying it onto her lips. "it's not going to help you"

When the new tint decorated her lip he easily kissed right near your lip, the corner of your mouth, where she lingered. She was perched on top of your lap regardless, finding the elevated view point to be fitting.

You grit your teeth and looked away. Discussing things with Kafka was like talking to a brick wall, you've long learned that after weeks of solitary confinement.

Kafka didn't feel fear. And she neither felt bad. "That simply won't do."

Her manicured nails lightly dug into your cheeks as she turned your gaze back to her. "I'm not done testing my lipsticks yet, that's the most souvenirs you can get from my last trip to Xianzhou."

Kafka wasn't unaware. She wasn't delusional. She had what she wanted, and she didn't shy away from the wrongness of her actions.

Worse than that; she didn't care about their moral implications, because Kafka was a woman who knew what she wanted. And, she wanted you.

[whooiew]

A woman who's blunt

[xxs1lverw0lfxx]

The instant flesh is severed, Silver Wolf’s eyes have locked on. She traces the arc of the falling tail for every second that it’s in the air, eyes daring not to as much as blink lest it roll away or despawn or something. That’s not just a tail, but perfectly usable material. It’s loot, and loot is the fuel for every gamer’s furnace. As she sprints closer, her hands get to work tapping away at her gauntlet until another few holo-screens bring up some programs. As she skids to a stop, she makes a selection at a menu, and from the tips of her fingers she flings something malicious at the cut appendage. A special kind of Aether hack that can manifest into reality thanks to her cartridge, it would be their ticket to extracting something valuable out of this carve. It attaches to biological material and undoes any connective tissue holding scales together with meat, meat together with bone. Essentially, it’ll act as a carving knife to separate every workable bit and then collect them for Silver Wolf to take. It’ll take time, though, so for now she turns her attention back to her comrades.

“Pure strength is a powerful thing, isn’t it?” she nudges Kafka, grinning a little since she’d be rattling her aim, “People will listen to power, apparently. She’s running this whole area like it’s a real-time strategy game.” Silver Wolf is, of course, referring to Kujou Sara and the commanding shout she’s just delivered to the battlefield. This is a hunt for the two of them, but to her, it might as well be war. That kind of outlook isn’t entirely a bad thing, though. At the very least, it’s interesting to the Hacker. So she shrugs and reequips herself, brushing past Kafka as a means of goodbye. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice! Time to crash the system.” 

Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Head (4/20HP) [Roll 1d20 = 11, Hit! -2HP. ??? - Head (2/20HP)] Passive: Might makes Right, +1 DMG Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (77/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 16, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (76/80HP)]  Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (76/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 13, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (75/80HP)]  Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (75/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 18, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (74/80HP)]  Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (74/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 11, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (73/80HP)]  Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (73/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 5, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (72/80HP)]  ???: -7HP (26/80HP) Passive: Monster Physiology

Silver Wolf leaps into action. Her first strike comes off of her leap–a payload delivered full-frontal–but what follows is a series of slashes too numerous to be counted. Her blades are light. Lithe. They take nearly no toil on her as she swings them, freeing her to send out attack after attack. But she isn’t just slashing wildly. She’s delivering calculated cuts, treating the monster like a program she’s trying to crack into. If a certain angle won’t work, she tries another. If she can get the blade beneath scale, she does–and she slices wherever she can find softer flesh. She uses a thousand lines of code to send a single message. It’s the kind of attack that would overwhelm a server with the sheer magnitude of its numbers, just hit after hit after hit. She’s stringing combos off of combos, racking up a score so high it breaks the integer limit. And it’s all thanks to that decisive strike from Kujou Sara. With the wyvern’s firewall down, she’s free to wreak as much havoc as her callous little heart could ever want. This is the kind of work she likes. The kind of work she wishes Destiny would give her. 

The monster rumbles. It was flailing about moments prior, but now has the stamina to regain its footing. The Hunter knows her hour approaches, so she puts a little more oomph into one last hit. With both arms tensed, two blades become one. They swipe together, combining forces rather than spreading them. And the result is skin peeling, gnashing, glowing red with blood where she struck. A wound has formed on its underside: one which a keen eye might be able to take advantage of. But that won’t be hers. She can see the incessant twitch of the beast’s eye and takes it as her cue to waltz on out. 

In the moments where it struggles, she wracks her brain for a fitting video game to quote. “No mercy for the merciless~” is what she lands on. It carries an air of pride with it, like she was impressed by the beatdown she just served. 

But she quickly gets serious again, smile inching back down with every struggle and gasp of their hunt. “Be quick with your big hits. These things like to enrage when they get close to death. Y’know, the whole clinging onto life thing. Its last stand or whatever.” Indeed, at the end of the day, they can’t fight nature. Wind blows, rain falls, and the strong prey upon the weak. On a scale this large, a few tricks up their sleeves are hardly going to save them. What will be the difference-maker of today’s battle is whether they are, well and truly, stronger than the King. If they can take his crown for themselves and bear the weight of his scepter. Only then will his judgement elude them. Only then will they earn the right to live and rule in his domain.

Their surroundings begin to change, too. The fires raging across the open field are slowly being quelled by Inazuman villagers. The presence of their general has evidently reassured them that the threat will be handled, and that their goal ought to be keeping damage to a minimum. Suppression forces are hard at work, with water cannons and Hydro visions being a means to the end that is their safety. Silver Wolf’s hack has also finished. Small, cartoon characters bring every bit and piece of the hacked-apart tail to the Hunter, who sees fit to split it into three separate stacks and store it all on her person, for now. The skies darken, as well. And not just from soot rising into the atmosphere. A heavy storm looks ready to blow in at any moment. It’s sure to change the tide of battle once it hits. Nature is readying for their final showdown.

“Just be prepared for when it hits back. The last thing I need is the two of you wiping and letting the hunt get away.” 

//AUTHORIZED TO HUNT: @immovablewill !

ᯓ★ don't forget to carve the tail!

[evilkaeya]

PAUSE???

[iceclew]

I fondly remember that one time Hoshina was about to surely die, but Kafka saved him as No. 8, and after that snapped and shredded the attacking Kaiju into teenzy tiny bits and nobody could stop him rioting except Hoshina..

yes that happened, I am sure of it.

[spooky-activity]

I think Kafka can be very cruel if she thinks her victim deserves it

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[ultraviolnce]

[jujiiithetangerine]

AMPHOREUS QUEST SPOILERS

the way they portrayed Kafka in this quest was honestly heartbreaking.The trailblazer was clearly very dear to her and now she's hated by them. The way she said that she would never betray us and we'll always find a safe haven by her side kinda made me teary and her facial expression??? didn't know hsr can actually make good expressions but here we are. She looked so melancholic. Honestly I'm a sucker for the "Look at me with all the hatred in the world but just keep looking at me" trope ESPECIALLY when it's found family. It's not just kafka either, the way they show that before the astral express, before march and Dan Heng and the trailblaze,we weren't alone .We still had a found family even if they were all fucked up in their own way they still all clearly cared about each other. Felt like they ripped my heart out of my chest and put it back in upside down.

[crguang]

at a wedding and it got me thinking about kafka because im mentally ill but imagine getting invited to a family member’s wedding and she happens to be free that day so she comes with you as your plus one, dressed in a slick backless dress with a jacket over her shoulders and an elegant choker around her neck, her nails are done and her hair is up. she’s not one for ceremonies and would likely be bored during the actual wedding because it’s in a church. she sits next to you on a pew, behaving herself like you told her to and you get a bit misty eyed during the ceremony so you lay your head on her shoulder and lace your fingers with hers, your palm under hers. around you there’s a choir singing and the couple of the hour are pronouncing their vows. kafka looks at your joined hands, your bare fingers loosely gripping hers. she can smell the scent of your shampoo and the perfume you applied to your skin a few hours earlier. she doesn’t care much for what’s happening around her, just the anticipation in the air as a lifelong commitment is made out of selfless love. she leans her head on top of yours.

during the reception, your family flock around her due to her charms and composure, bombarding her with questions she navigates gracefully. at some point you leave her among the wolves and slip away to spend some time with the rest of your family, congratulating the newlyweds and keeping up with your closed ones’ lives. kafka’s surrounded, a champagne glass in hand, and gazes at you from across the room. she takes advantage of pauses in the conversation to look at you laughing and hugging family members, mind empty. she tells herself she just likes how you look in that outfit. when the married couple have their first dance, she takes in the softness in your eyes while you watch them.

she’s the one who finds you some time later while you’re seated at one of the round tables with your cousin’s six month old in arms, kissing the baby’s face to get him to smile. it works, and a warm expression takes over your features as you coo at him, pinching his chubby cheeks. kafka lays a wine glass on the table that she fetched for you just now.

“having fun?” she asks, taking a seat next to you. her eyes keep darting back to the baby in your hands and the smile on your face.

“yeah. my aunties finally left you alone?”

“i had to slip away while they were talking amongst themselves. they’d make great bait on a mission.”

“please dont call my family bait.”

the baby babbles unintelligibly and your attention diverts back to him. he stares at kafka, a new addition to his environment, and she stares back.

“wanna hold him?” you lift him towards her and kafka lifts her hands in refusal.

“no, thanks.”

“but he wants you!”

she’s forced to take hold of him by his little waist when you put him on her lap. she sits straighter, holding him away from her chest like he’ll pounce on her any second. you hide a smile behind your hand.

“he’s not a grenade. you can hug him.”

“i’d handle a grenade better.”

kafka and the baby stare at each other for a while. he brings a fist to his mouth, then loses interest a minute later. she looks more uncomfortable than you’ve ever seen her, if only by her posture, and you bite back another amused smile before relieving her. you gently take the six month-old back in your arms. he likes you better anyway, pawing at your cheeks with his tiny hands. kafka takes a sip of her glass. her eyes are on you the entire night, and she relaxes somewhat when the baby’s mother comes to whisk him away.

you dance together for some time, her hands at your waist and yours around her neck, talking lowly amongst yourselves and staring into each other’s eyes. by the time you get home, you’re exhausted by the social event. you take off your shoes and jewelry and kafka watches you for a few minutes before finally speaking the words that have been rotating in her mind for five hours.

“do you want to get married?”

you pause, a confused smile on your lips. you start to undress and she stands near the large dresser on one side of the room, a strangely uncertain look on her face. She doesn’t fidget or fiddle with her hands, just leans on the furniture and awaits your reply.

“where’s that coming from?”

“you seemed really happy today.”

“yeah. someone i love just took a huge leap in her life and is very happy for it. the ceremony was beautiful, too, and i had a great time.”

kafka looks away for a moment to take off her earrings. she shrugs nonchalantly but your eyes narrow in suspicion a bit.

“you’re great with kids.”

you stand in your underwear for a moment, observing her body language, then the reason for her sudden attitude hits you and you chuckle.

“did you get freaked out seeing me with that baby?”

“no. i guess you just…belonged.”

“is that what you think i want? marriage and a baby?”

kafka looks at you. “well, is it?”

you walk to her with a barely concealed smile, loosely wrapping your arms around her waist. “would you give it to me?”

she doesn’t respond to that and that is an answer in itself.

“pfft,” you shake your head good naturally, “you’re an idiot. you let today get to your head, baby.”

kafka pouts and returns your embrace. you kiss it off her lips.

“that’s not what i need from you. you’re enough… for now <3”

[yuerikoko]

Had this idea in mind for a while—

I can go on an even bigger tangent on how similar Angela and Kafka are (and how they diverge as well) but I’m just too lazy rn lol

[lovelettersandjournals]

once in awhile, you feel so many emotions all at once that you freeze. you become numb. i think numbness is not feeling nothing, it is rather feeling everything. and it all gets tangled up. you are unable to name the emotions. so you just say you don’t feel anything. that you are numb.

[mochela]

just saw tumblr recommending "gregor cult" community to me and i thought yeeeessss gregor samsa cult then i click on it and i see an ugly man with glasses...... BUT then i notice he has a cockroach arm?? wtf? gregor samsa bimbofication? who is this mf??

they are NOT supposed to be the same person right???!?!?!?!?