#elli kafka

[amtskind]

"kafka" (2024) - the series compared

more about this kafka-biopic in linked post.

joel basman as franz kafka

david kross as max brod

tobias bamborschke as oskar baum

robert stadtlober as felix weltsch

nicholas ofczarek as hermann kafka, franz kafka's father

marie-lou sellem as julie kafka, franz kafka's mother

maresi riegner as ottilie "ottla" kafka

mariam avaliani as gabriele "elli" kafka

naemi latzer as valerie "valli" kafka

[love-toxin]

yes pls tell me all ur thoughts on blade, luocha, gepard, jingyuan and kafka 😳 the eng va and trailers for jingyuan and kafka in particular got me acting up—just smthing about jingyuan’s lil smirk and laid bk countenance and how i know he can fuck the daylights out of anyone effortlessly—and kafka? yes ma’am anything for u pls slam ur foot against the wall behind me 🙏🏻

god bless im literally in love w/ all of them anon. would give my left nut for blade, luocha or jing yuan, gepard and kafka carry my team so hard. also bc i want them to step on my face.

also i wanna be toxic rn so under the cut ⬇️⬇️

blade -> prrrrrrrrr. big daddy. idk why but he gives me discord kitten daddy dom vibes. he manspreads. he gets pussy. he probably doesn't shower as often as he should. he's unapologetically a rude bitch. he absolutely girlbosses you into being his baby, he pulls out the "i feel nothing but you give me a taste of life" and keeps you so close you're basically part of him. handsy and off-putting in public for passersby but you can't get his hands off you, it's a losing battle babe. nd he's nasty freaky slimy and rubs his cock against you as a sign he wants to go home or just find someplace quiet. he doesn't like fucking you out in the open but he'll do it if the need arises--like if you "forget" that your body & soul belongs to him and need a harsh reminder. you're just his delicate little kitty after all, so if anyone's gonna break you it should be someone you love unconditionally. right?

kafka -> gatekeep. gaslight. girldaddy. beats you up and makes you say thank you. you're her pet so get used to it, but she'll feed you once in a while so you should be glad, puppy. she's the mean tall girlfriend who babies you and then spits in your mouth for a treat. her & blade treat you like a pet and if she's feeling extra mean she strips you down and makes you kneel between them with nothing to cover yourself. if you're good and give them a lil show they'll let you go early, they promise (lie). humping kafka's pillow to get your scent all over it becomes a nightly ritual to help her sleep, no it is non-negotiable, it is in your spouses' contract that she signed with your hand while you slept. it also states that your face may be used in any and all leisure activities at her discretion--mainly for her to push your head between her legs and lazily give you an order as she sifts through documents. you might be her pet, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love you. at least as far as you can tell.

luocha -> ngl idk that much about him yet but he's immediately unhinged bf-shaped. stupid and drunk on thoughts of you & gives you his credit card details on the first date. he's gross and wants to bite your thighs. begging to be drowned in pussy/choked with cock. you're so pretty and he's so dirty by comparison. he can't blame you for not wanting his gross dick anywhere near you, guess all he can do is eat you out <33 oh noooooo! what a tragedy! sike. he loves that shit. he's got meds to make you squirt too. ik he's not that kinda healer but don't tell me unhinged luocha wouldn't have a ball drugging you both up and taking you for a ride. he wouldn't even know his name once the high dies down, just the feeling of your lips leaving stray kisses all down his face as you try to stay awake.

jing yuan -> daddy 2.0. a dilf with no kids. 1000% goes into husband mode the second you're within reach. chill & soft & uwu until everyone's outta the office, then he becomes a menace to society and your underwear. he cums in them before you leave for the day so you don't forget him <3 you can have a cheeky one in your mouth on his lunch break if you're good. ♀️ he beats your pussy up cock-first for hurting his bbg with your period. he still doesn't get enough of you in the day so he creeps on you at night, rubs one out on your thighs while you sleep and flips over to go right back to snoring afterwards. you can never have too much cum on you--that's his wisdom and as your superior general you should probably believe it, no? don't worry, he can fuck with your job and your life and your friends and your money and your heart until you find it within yourself to agree.

gepard -> dummy boy goody-two-shoes. he likes fuckin in the uniform and being called "captain" i am not taking criticism at this time. dumb little captured stellaron hunter & horny silvermane captain roleplay. moans in your ear during sex. he moans like a girl and he hates it but it's hot and he cums 10x faster if you tell him just how hot it is. he's so big & tall he just makes you feel like a little bunch of grapes when he picks you up, nd he's self-conscious about how weird it is that he likes seeing your face scrunch up in pain when he eases you on his cock but it's just too big. the gravity makes it all feel too much when he sits you on his lap like that but you just wiggle around on it rather than get off, and he's a fiend for it. also consider clean, prim, missionary-lover gepard falling in love with rimming you & feeling like a dirty mutt for enjoying it so much & begging you for it when he's in need. asking him to take a shower with you turns into code for "let's do anal against the tile please" real quick.

[blorbusshmorbus]

Sigmund Freud, Franz Kafka and Bret Easton Ellis would have the most insane blunt rotation known to man.

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

should i....?

[wh0re4elliewilliams]

no rizz just big strange eyes and a desire to yap about poetry, music, women (Ellie) and fashion.

[hiiikiko]

𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓!𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

tlou m.list | caught in your web m.list

[a/n]: hi! i hope you’ll all accept this, i hv work today n i’ll be workin until like 9 p.m but i’ll make sure to write tmrw !! n ty for all the likes on this series ♡

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♰ before ellie got bitten, she wore glasses but after she didn’t need them anymore. she still wears them with the lenses popped out though because she thinks she looks weird without them, although she doesn’t wear them at school that often

♰ when she gets in a fight with tommy or maria, she sneaks out her window and finds a nice quiet roof to sit and listen to music, sometimes smoke but she’s cut back since her vigilante career began

♰ she has backpacks hidden all over the city so she can make a quick change. there’s one at school, the library, oscorp labs, the planetarium, and your apartment

♰ she knows you can handle yourself but that doesn’t stop her from following you home, like, come on! new york city is pretty dangerous and don’t you like having your very own vigilante??

♰ might be a little stalkerish but she sometimes hangs out on the roof of the building across your apartment building so she can watch you go about your evening, she doesn’t mean to do it but somehow she always ends up there

♰ she carries pepper spray even though she has literal superpowers

♰ she’s trained her spider sense to be even more heightened so that she can fight with her airpods in

♰ she has a playlist for fighting bad guys

♰ even though she’s city renowned spiderman, she still helps the elderly cross the street and help cats out of trees (she’s a little hesistant to help the cats because of how hard it is to mend scratches on her suits fabric)

♰ she owns a spiderman figurine like what did you expect? she’s a fan girl of the avengers, she owns all their figurines and they are in mint condition so why wouldn’t she own her own?? like that has to be the coolest thing to her

♰ concert tickets are expensive so sometimes she uses her powers for “bad” and sneaks into venues (she says it’s anti capitalist but really, she’s just being cheap)

♰ she has nightmares about turning into a real spider, kinda like franz kafka (she actually read this book in freshman lit and it scarred her)

♰ another one of her biggest fears is like what if she’s having sex with someone and she’s fingering them and her webs somehow shoot up into them?? like how do you explain that to a doctor?? this keeps her up at night

♰ seeing you in spiderman merch makes the tips of her ears go red and her heart race

♰ she cringes whenever she sees spiderman edits on her fyp

♰ onlyfans ppl who make content in her suit kinda scare her LMAO

♰ she actually doesn’t mind that everyone assumes spidey is a man, it helps her hide her identity but it kinda pisses her off that people can’t tell she’s a girl?? like do you not see the boobs . (her suit actually flattens her and all the protection gear inside gives her a pretty boxy figure so you can’t really tell)

♰ she has a hate/love relationship with her webs because on one hand she’s scared of touching people and on the other, she likes that she can ‘glue’ her camera to her hands when she’s on more dangerous photo ops and that she doesn’t have to get up from her bed to get her guitar (although, one time she hit herself in the face because she didn’t get it fast enough)

♰ ellie’s a different type of spiderman.. she’s actually very violent! especially against criminals who hurt others just for fun, she’ll beat them to a bloody pulp and leave them their for the ambulance to find (she leaves a note apologizing to the emts and sheriff, but it’s not like she killed them! nobody thinks that spiderman could do this so they assume there’s another vigilante out there, a more violent one *ahem* deadpool)

♰ she met deadpool once.. never again

♰ much like her infected bite from the game, her spider bite has caused cobwebs to grow in her veins

[seattlesellie]

ellie x plushies obsessed reader hq’s

or

ellie beefing with plushies for 40 minutes straight

or

ellie fucks u with a plushie <3

♡ first of all, dont get it wrong. ellie buys you the actual plushies she has this ongoing beef with. she straight up walks around town, probably dealing or some shit, and then she just sees a plushie that is so you from the window of a kids store, and she staright up runs to get it. jesses all like “where the f-….” and one second later, he sees her standing in line, holding a pink squishmallow ready to pull out her credit card. “sorry” she mouthes to him. “for my girl”

♡ as much as ellie loves to see your face light up when she comes home with a limited edition sanrio plushie, she loves trolling you even more. shed literally see a demonic looking plushie and get it for you, only to see how upset you get over it. shit makes her laugh so hard. shes all giggling like “wh- babe its pretty!! look at its eyes its like he sees through you- s’romantic actually”, she speaks, trying to hold her laughter. youre standing there, simply baffled, just staring at her. “ellie. that is a spongebob plushie and it looks deranged- and why is he missing a shoe?!” you question. she just huffs and says “i dont know” with a guilty look on her face. when you deadpan her she just says “i wanted to see what its feet look like” ¿¿¿ you shove her and she gets all offended and says “pfft… you dont get it” you tell her that monstrosity is not welcomed in your home and she ends up. sleeping with it. every night. ellie sleeps with a spongebob plushie (i hc ellie as being a spongebob lover btw i know shed be quoting him like hes kafka)

♡ one night, you walk to your room, the door is like half closed and you just keep hearing sounds of huffing and muffled breaths. you take a peak, and you literally see ellie flipping off and mouthing “fuck you” to all of your little plushies. youre standing there with this shocked expression, baffled to see your girlfriend pretending to punch the plushies and whispering at them to fuck off. you walk in, and ellie turns to look at you and she looks so guilty, like joel just caught her eating cookies at 3am. “ellie. what are you doing?” you question. she huffs, rolls her her eyes, “they were looking at me weird”

♡ youre naked together, cuddled up after getting your pussy destroyed, and ellie takes out two plushies from behind her. “this is you” she points at the pink ribboned plushie, “and this is me” she points at the black squishmallow. she takes both of them in her hands, bumps them together, and begins demonstrating her wonderful show. the black squishmallow is humping the pink one from the back. ellie pants heavily. “els.” you say, warning her. she gives you a sly look. “mmmhm ellie” she moans. “fuckkk ellie- so so good” youre so shocked, you cover your eyes under the blanket before you even think to grab them off her hands. “taking it so good” she says with a darth-vader like voice. “fuck me harder please” she mocks in a high pitched voice and starts moaning like a porn star. your cheeks are so hot you cant even move. “gonna cum- ellie lemme cum” shes screaming now, youre pretty sure your neighbors can hear. you start kicking her beneath the blanket, and that only makes it worse “ellieeeeee get me pregnant” she yells and moans louder and louder. youre basically assaulting her legs now, pushing her away, which leads her to finish her wonderful spectacle with a “best ive ever had ellie. best ive ever had” youre screaming and yelling at her for sexually harassing your dolls and shes laughing like a maniac, literal tears fall from her eyes. “ooooh-“ she wipes a tear. “that was so fucking funny” she speaks, holding her stomach wheezing. “not funny” you deadpan. “too funny. ahh- shouldve been a comedian” she says. she shouldnt.

♡ shes buried deep inside, your leg resting on her shoulder, tears falling from your eyes from how good, how intensely shes fucking you. a white creamy circle starts forming on her strap. “you crying?” she teases, squeezing your cheeks together forcefully. “mhm-mhm ellie” you whine, cunt flooded with pleasure, and pain, because its so big, and shes so fast. “cry some more” she commands, panting over you. “taking me so so good… my good girl” she coos, lost in the feeling of the harness bumping her clit, and her girl coming undone beneath her. “cant take it… too much!” you plead. shes circling your clit, so slow, just to torture you some more. her hand stops squeezing your tit, and theres a little surprise shes holding on to. “take it” she commands, and places the plushie on your chest, staring directly into your eyes. “hug it for me. gonna make it easier, fuck” she rambles, feeling her own orgasm coming closer and closer. “el- so- so” you cry out, mumbling incoherently and squeezing the doll so tight its eyes almost pop. “jesus christ- cute, so fucking- cute” she pants. her breathing gets heavier and heavier and shes pushing the strap inside even deeper, squeezing out your arousal. “god damn” she growls.

[dvnyaaa]

i saw your post about arranging your bookshelf :) may i ask if you have any book recommendations? 🤍

of course! 🤍 since i don’t know what kind of books you read, here is a list of my fav books from each book genre:

classics:

pride and prejudice by jane austen (fav book)

emma by jane austen

the art of war by sun tzu

the book of disquiet by fernando pessoa (not really a classic, just an autobiography; collection of his thoughts)

faust | and || by johann wolfgang von goethe

the metamorphosis by franz kafka

the little prince by antoine saint-exupéry

the sandman by e.t.a. hoffmann

romance books:

book lovers by emily henry

better than the movies by lynn painter

the deal by elle kennedy

the final offer by lauren asher

heartless by elsie silver

reckless by elsie silver

when he was wicked by julia quinn

twisted games by ana huang

king of wrath by ana huang

king of pride by ana huang

a spanish love deception by elena armas

the hating game by sally thorne

sad books:

the kite runner by khaled hosseini

a thousand splendid sounds by khaled hosseini

the book thief by markus zusak

dark romance books:

the sweetest oblivion by danielle lori

the maddest obsession by danielle lori

corrupted chaos by shain rose

god of wrath by rina kent

the predator by runyx

brutal vows by j. t. geissinger

fantasy books:

harry potter by j. k. rowling

frostblood series by elly blake (3 books)

evermore series by alyson noël (6 books)

bride by ali hazelwood (also romance)

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i guess that’s it for now haha, i have a lot of books on my tbr that i haven’t read yet 🥲

if you have further questions, let me know 💌

[velvetbee12]

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Hi, Welcome to my blog. This is my first time ever doing something like this so I don’t really know how it works <3.

This is just a little intro if you have got a bit of time to waste –

You can call me Ellie (it’s not my real name). I am just your average 16 yo awkward, anxious girl with sparkles of adhd on top.

I am a certified thought daughter and love word vomiting on paper ever since I was little. I am kinda embarrassed of my whole being, my hands are trembling as I post this (tmi?). I am also an overachiever and an extreme extreme procrastinator (deadly combo). I love writing though I am not anything special, I love, cinema, music, poems and reading. I am also a firm believer in astrology, manifestation, universe and shifting for I have always been surrounded by magic. I manifested things out of thin air as a child (she would be so disappointed in me). I am also my mother’s daughter, with her rage and fate coursing through my blood and nothing can bleed that part of me out.

ANYWAYS, My favs:

Movies/ Shows: The umbrella academy, teotfw, Asoue, Stranger Things, I am not okay with this, Marie Antoniette, Priscilla, lost in translation, Frances Ha, Billy the kid, Dead Poet’s Society, The edge of seventeen, But I am a cheerleader, I believe in unicorns, gone girl, girl interrupted, red eye, the Spanish princess, Anna Karenina, Black Swan, Lady Bird, The witch, Bonnes and all, the hunger games obv, the queen’s gambit, obx(though it was too straight for my liking), the virgin suicides, and so on, I could go on forever but then I’d be annoying asf (I prolly still am) but, you get the vibe, right?

Music: Nirvana (on top), hole (sorry Kurt), Radiohead, Mitski forever and Ever, Slipknot, Lana del rey of course, The smiths (dw I hate Morrissey), Chappell Roan, Bits of Billie Eilish, Ayesha Erotica (when I am feeling like a whore), Conan Gray, Queen, Some Olivia Rodrigo cuz I am a teenage girl, the Neighbourhood, the Strokes and um how could I forget, Tv girl, etc.

Writers/ poets: Sylvia Plath on top because duh, Dostoevsky, Franz Kafka, Nabokov, Holly Black, Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, Suzzane Collins, ted hughes (I hate him but his poems eat), Stephen King, Emily Bronte, Oscar Wilde. (that’s all I am still very new to the classic literature thing, my brain was fogged by booktok until 2022)

Books: Pride and prejudice, Crime and punishment, Metamorphosis, Little Women, Gone girl, The folk of the air series, The hunger games OBVIOUSLY, It, Lolita, Emma, Sense and Sensibility, The idiot, The bell jar, the castle, letters to Millena, White nights, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, my year of rest and relaxation, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Frankestein, American Psycho, The virgin Suicides and etc.

So Um I suppose you have reached the end of my introduction, that was a little about me, hope I didn’t bore too much. Anyways I am a yapper at heart so this might be a usual occurrence (if I am feeling brave)

Thankyou very much, xoxo,

Yours truly,

Ellie. 💗

[amtskind]

the glory of life - compared

from the movie "die herrlichkeit des lebens" (the glory of life, edited post linked)

sabin tambrea as franz kafka

henriette confurius as dora dymant

manuel rubey as max brod

daniela-donja golpashin as elli kafka / hermannova (kafka's sister)

alma hasun as ottla kafka (kafka's sister)

[elsfleur]

⋆·˚ ༘ * TRUE BLUE PART ONE

ellie williams x reader

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summary: being a miller is the closest thing ellie has felt to being safe, love no longer an unknown currency she felt unworthy of– though when she and her sister sarah fall in love with the same girl it is sure to ruffle some feathers in the peaceful life.

content warning: unrequited sarah miller x reader, pining and anticipation, reader is somewhat of a player, mentions of marijuana usage, alternative universe plot, love triangle blooming

word count: 913

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you examined the room before you, how it seemed split in two in every sense besides the similar cream white walls all throughout it. sarah watched your every move as you did, fiddling nervously with her fingers, a newly acquired habit, as you lingered by ellie’s side of the room, eyes glistening at the sketches hung to the wall “you did these?”

“no” sarah laughs “art is more of my sister’s thing”

“right, you’re more muse material, huh?”

“is that your way of hitting on me?”

“don’t flatter yourself, miller” you joke, not missing the way the other girl bit down her cheeks to keep her smile from growing across her face. you let go of the edges of paper you held onto, the drawings that urged your attention being hesitantly abandoned as you sat down next to the girl who has invited you in the first place, melting into the bright yellow sheets with a soft hum.

“i can play the artist if you want” sarah teases leaning you back into the bed before she straddles your waist, a nervous laugh escaping your lips as she smiles down “you trust me?”

“most definitely not”

“c’mon, close your eyes” she demanded and you complied, suddenly feeling her weight shift as though reaching for something across the bedside table. once returned, you feel the fibres of a soft paintbrush brushing your skin ever so softly, tracing around your cheeks, down your nose, past your eyebrows, you giggled lightly at the feeling as sarah took the opportunity to breathe you in, the serenity of your features and your new grip at her waist bringing her warmth at the face. in a moment of courage she switched the brush for her fingers and traced the outline of your lips, dragging the bottom to display your teeth before allowing it back into place with a pop “i’ll show you art” she whispers before leaning in, until the door is swung open and the loud cursing brings her to fall onto the ground and you to straighten up.

“fuck, sorry” the auburn haired girl said clearing her throat and looking around to avoid the burning glares of her sister and your deer under headlights expression “sarah, dad’s calling you out back said something about you losing his keys again”

“for fuck’s sake” sarah muttered under her breath before sending you an apologetic look and skipping her way down the stairs to search for her father, leaving you and ellie alone.

she takes her time before allowing her attention to set on you and annoyingly takes notice of the way her breath hitches as she does. you lips were swollen apart leaving her brain to process the emotions in her stomach as hunger, sarah had underrated her praises to you.

“your drawings are really good” you broke the silence “makes me feel something, like it’s supposed to”

“you saw them before or after your tongue was shoved down my sister’s throat?” ellie joked.

“oh, it was during of course. nothing turns me on like some good kafka the metamorphosis sketches” you pointed towards the beetle drawing on the wall with an eye roll as the girl finally allowed herself to walk in, settling on her bed across from you and grabbing a lighter from her pocket.

“sarah has me on rolling duty for the day so”

“i can roll” you said walking over to her, hands stretched out as a plea for the weed that ellie hesitantly passed on, watching your every delicate move faster than she would’ve been able to do it. as she raised the lit lighter towards your blunt, you snatched it away, switching objects.

“handsome girls take the first hit” you justified lighting up the blunt for her as a flustered ellie sucked in the smoke and exhaled towards the ceiling, your fingers brushing against each other’s as you took it for yourself, sending lightning bolts across her arm. she felt stupid, pathetic even. ellie miller wasn’t exactly a girl magnet, though she has never been rejected, she could count on her fingers the amount of times anyone has ever taken a lead on flirting with her: none. the compliment had her overthinking in a way that bordered concerning.

“you make it a habit to flirt with entire families?” she gathered the audacity to say after a few rounds of shared smoke, the delayed reaction catching you off guard as her eyes met yours for a response, light layers of red staining the white around her green orbs, so curious at you.

“i’m not flirting with you, i’m stating what i see”

ellie laughs this time, her eyes briefly leaving yours before finding their way back like magnets “what do you see?”

“i see a girl who has eyes hazy green like forest fires, gets pink under the freckles when she forces those eyes towards eye contact too long, doesn’t erase her sketches before putting pen over them because the true feeling is in the raw strokes, has scars under that arm tattoo i see i’m guessing you hate to talk about and that’s why you covered it, did i get a good read?”

“it still sounds like you’re flirting”

“maybe it’s hard to describe you without romanticising it” you shrugged before leaning in “what about me, what do you see?”

before ellie could open her mouth to answer, sarah walks in with an apology for her delay as she settles between the two girls.

[aliciavance4228]

One Hundred Books

Decided to make this list in order to include in one post all the books that I found to be worth reading and would recommend to others. They're not in a specific order:

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

Dubliners by James Joyce

A Jounal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier

Art of War by Sun Tzu

The Trial by Kafka

Metamorphosis by Kafka

The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Dracula by Bram Stocker

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

1984 by George Orwell

Animal Farm by George Orwell

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

Dune by Frank Herbert

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

Crime and Punishment by Dostoievski

Notes from the Underground by Dostoievski

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

The Pianist by Władisław Szpilman

Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes

East of Eden by John Steinbeck

The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri

Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann

The Idiot by Dostoievski

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

The Insulted and Humiliated by Dostoievski

Foundation by Isaac Asimov

I, Robot by Isaac Asimov

A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles

Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

Moby-Dick by Herman Meville

The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoievski

The Call of Cthulhu by Lovecraft

Dagon and other Macabre Tells by Lovecraft

The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli

Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar

The Shining by Stephen King

The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio

The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco

The Enlightened Cave by Max Blecher

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

The God Factory by Karel Čapek

The Tongue Set Free by Elias Canetti

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

Selected Poems by Jorge Louis Borges

The Prague Cemetery by Umberto Eco

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

The Setting Sun by Osamu Dazai

The Stranger by Albert Camus

The Plague by Albert Camus

Carrie by Stephen King

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Notre Dame of Paris by Victor Hugo

Catch 22 by Joseph Heller

American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

The Iliad by Homer

The Odyssey by Homer

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

The Tell-Tale Heart and other Writings by Edgar Allan Poe

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Hercule Poirot's Christmas by Agatha Christie

The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner

V for Vendetta by Alan Moore

The Red and the Black by Stendhal

The Queen's Gambit by Walter Tevis

It by Stephen King

Pet Sematary by Stephen King

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

The Death of Ivan Ilych by Leo Tolstoy

La Dame aux Camélias by Alexandre Dumas fils

Pride and Predjudice by Jane Austen

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Persuasion by Jane Austen

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell

A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin

The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

[yudayajin]

Ottilie Kafka Davidová (1892-1943)

I haven't used Tumblr in a very long time but I wanted to share one story of one remarkable woman.

Many of us know Ottla as Franz Kafka's beloved little sister. We are left mostly with only his words as her loving big brother through his letters to her, whereas her letters to him have long been lost. However, this remarkable woman lived almost 20 more years after his death.

Her words may be gone but the stories of her actions live on:

She insisted on pursuing her love of agriculture and followed her brother in his vegetarianism. She was the only woman in her agricultural programme. She persevered throughout and finished her education, ending up the manager of her brother-in-law's farming estate.

Unlike her other two sisters, Ottla chose her own husband, a Cech Catholic and, in 1920, they married against her father's will. They went on to have two daughters together: Helene and Vera.

By 1942, both her sisters (her only remaining siblings) were taken away for being Jewish and murdered. She thus decided to divorce her husband in order to protect her two daughters' legal rights and lives by separating from the family and allowing them to escape being assigned by the law as Jews. It also meant her parents' inheritance could be left to them. This ended up saving Helene and Vera's lives.

After her divorce, she voluntarily turned herself in to the police for being Jewish and was sent to the Terezin Ghetto, a concentration camp where Jews would be imprisoned to wait to be sent to be murdered at an extermination camp. There she chose to be a child counsellor, helping care for the huge number of orphaned children staying there.

In 1943, she again volunteered to accompany a group of these children on their transfer to be murdered in Auschwitz. She chose to offer them some light and comfort for their final journey and ended up accompanying them all the way till the end.

We can never know exactly how much she gave to all the people around her directly with her strength, warmth, kindness, and spirit. However, her sacrifice left two daughters who never forgot her, and left us with the words of her brother who often stayed with her to write, and later also with his letters to her that were published due to her daughters' willingness to sell them.

She was independent, free, and truly, recklessly, unapologetically kind and good. More people should know her, not just as a beloved little sister, but as an amazing Jewish woman and mother who chose to be good and kind till the end.

May her memory be a blessing.

Here is the full biography included as a preface to the English edition of Letters to Ottla and the Family:

Ottla (full name Ottilie), sister of Franz Kafka: a young woman, reticent, shy, kind, obliging, friendly, gracious; living in quiet opposition to the bourgeois society and to the petit bourgeois regimen of the family home; not beautiful or in the ordinary sense even attractive; ready to help where help was needed (after finishing primary school she had to help long hours in her father’s notions store); reading books and journals without becoming especially educated.

Before the start of World War I, twenty-two-year-old Ottla met the jurist Josef David (born 1891), a Czech Christian, to whom she was later married. This step was a mark of her independence: her two older sisters, Elli and Valli, were married to men of the elder Kafkas’ choice. During the war she expressed her wish to study agriculture and to work on a farm. Franz supported her plans.

In 1917 she went to Zürau, in northern Bohemia, to take care of a small farming estate belonging to her brother-in-law. Franz, plagued by the noise of the city—and of the parental home—visited Ottla in Zürau several times.

Franz had a special affection for Ottla. Her simplicity, her purity, her ability to listen, her appreciation of her brother’s art, and the obvious pride she took in her big brother (Franz was nine years older)—all this went to make Ottla Franz’s favorite sister.

In July 1920 Ottla and Josef David (nicknamed Pepa) were married against the objections of relatives and friends. It is not known what attracted Ottla to David and David to Ottla. Ottla was reserved, even humble; Josef was outgoing, even boisterous. Ottla had adopted Franz’s vegetarianism; Josef liked to eat well.

In spring 1921 daughter Věra was born, followed, in 1923, by Helena (Helenka). The post—World War I period in Austria was harsh. Food was in short supply, housing conditions poor, inflation rampant. Ottla needed all her energy and time to take care of the household: to tidy the small, uncomfortable apartment, to feed Josef and the girls, to shop, to walk the dog. Franz was ill, but he and Ottla met periodically until his death in 1924.

Politically there was much tension in the land, and especially in Prague. The majority of the population was Czech in cultural traditions and outlook; the socially more prominent part was German-speaking and better educated. Within this minority was the Jewish group, separated from both the lower and the more privileged classes. With the rise of the Nazi movement rose a feeling of increasing threat in the Jewish community. Only slowly came the realization that the threat was being translated into reality.

Now begins the real story of Ottla. We are aware of it only now, since an old friend of Ottla’s, Anna Maria Jokl, published what she knew (Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, June 27, 1969). When the Nuremburg laws were introduced to the “protectorate Bohemia—Moravia,” Ottla—the quiet, the innocent—decided to take steps that remind one of a story motif by Kafka. In 1942, in order to offer some protection to her husband and daughters, she suggested a divorce from Josef David. Josef at first declined the generous offer. But Ottla advanced the argument that, after the divorce, their daughters would retain rights to the elder Kafkas’ property. This the lawyer David recognized as a “rational approach,” and the divorce was effected. Ottla put her apartment in order, packed her rucksack, and prepared herself for the trip. The daughters suddenly noticed with fear and dread what their mother’s intention was. The husband gave Ottla a good shoeshine and applied a coat of grease: “Now they are waterproof.”

Ottla went to the police, registered as a Jewess, and was sent to Theresienstadt. The girls came and begged to be admitted to this concentration camp but were refused, since “the law” did not apply to them.

After some time the girls received a pre-printed “message”: ES GEHT MIR GUT (“I am fine”), with Ottla’s signature. Later it became known that, in October 1943, Ottla volunteered to accompany a transport of children to the death camp at Auschwitz. We can only surmise how much goodness and love she could offer those little ones. To her, this action must have been a final proof of her freedom—of the bonds of convention, of estrangement.

Anna Maria Jokl continues her report. After the war (1947), this old friend of Ottla’s returned to Prague and, of course, phoned the David apartment. “Ottla is no more,” said David and invited her to come and meet the daughters. She came and was informed of some details. But first the young women begged her: “Tell us about our mother. We have forgotten everything; we even forgot what she looked like. Tell us, perhaps we’ll then recall things.”

David died in 1962, seventy-one years old. Ottla’s sisters had been deported by the Nazis and killed.

The children preserved Kafka’s letters to Ottla. For many years, the ruling authorities in Czechoslovakia did not allow the letters to be taken abroad or published locally. When, finally, this permission was granted, Hartmut Binder and Klaus Wagenbach edited them for S. Fischer Verlag, Frankfurt a.M., under the title Briefe an Ottla und die Familie (copyright © 1974 by Schocken Books Inc., New York).

English translations of some of the letters to Ottla have appeared in the volume Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors (New York: Schocken Books, 1977). The present collection includes all of the letters to Ottla that have been preserved. Letters by Ottla to Kafka must be considered lost, although we have many from her to Josef David.

[whatwouldsylwrite]

hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt3.5

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov

pt3

Notes: swearing, drinking. It's a small blurb about Abby and reader talking at the party, and I'm not really happy with it, but I feel like I can't leave it in the drafts. Also spoilers for Kafka's Metamorphosis?

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The song changed to a faster one, and even though you wanted to continue dancing, Abby didn't look too comfortable with the idea, all rigid against you, her eyes flicking around as if she was looking for an escape. 

So you smiled, took her hand and walked her away from the dance floor back to the kitchen - you left your drink there and you wanted to finish it. Abby’s hand was warm and soft; she was holding your hand firmly but not painfully, just to show she was there and she wasn’t going anywhere. She held your hand as if it was a promise. 

You entered the kitchen and Abby stopped you from drinking from your old glass, and you got cautious too - the first rule of drinking: don't leave your glass unattended. 

"Let's make you a new one." Abby said. "I can mix it for you." 

"I like to do it myself." You smiled and accepted the vodka bottle and the orange juice carton. Abby shrugged and washed your glass before giving it to you. 

You felt relieved - after Finn's aggression you expected Abby to act the same and not respect your wish, but she didn't. You knew it was irrational to think so, but it happened before, so you got tense without even registering it after you heard Abby's words. 

You stood in silence while you were making your screwdriver and Abby just watched you as you checked if you poured enough. 

"You make strong screwdrivers." Abby noted. "That's why you do it yourself?"

"It's not that strong, and it's easy to make it taste bad. I'm not a lightweight, but if I drink too many of these without my proportions, I'll be out of this world in two hours." You shrugged. "Are you a lightweight?"

"Fuck no." Abby huffed and again, filled her glass with whiskey. Again, unnecessary hot. "I think I won more drinking games than I had to."

You giggled and moved closer to Abby because you wanted to feel her warmth again. Abby noticed and turned to you, her eyes on your red lips again, but as she leaned in to kiss you, Ellie entered the kitchen. You moved away, embarrassed and disappointed you didn't get your kiss.

"Anderson." Ellie smiled and shook hands with her.

"Williams." 

Ellie looked between you, curious, and in a second she had a shit eating grin on her face.

"Didn't know you were a red lipstick kind of girl, Abby." 

Fuck. You looked at Abby's face in panic - your lipstick didn't leave any strains, and you'd have noticed already-

"Fuck you." You said after Ellie started laughing. There were no marks on Abby's face, but your face was sure as red as your lips.

"I knew you'd buy it." 

Ellie took a bottle of beer and saluted you. 

"You're not drinking, are you?"

"That's for Dina." Ellie rolled her eyes and left the kitchen.

"Asshole." You said affectionately. 

Abby looked at you again, trying to memorise your face, your eyes, your lips. You were so pretty it actually hurt but in the best way possible. And the dress, the way it opened the view of your cleavage but not really: a sharp long triangle in the middle, not showing anything but teasing the imagination. Abby felt like this was the most you thing she's ever seen. 

She drank her whiskey and came a little closer, taking your free hand in hers.

"Let's move." Abby said. 

If she was with any other girl, she'd just tug her along, not really giving her a choice, but right now she felt like she couldn't make any stupider mistake than to tug you, so she waited until you moved too, and then she gently guided you through the crowd to more private place in the house. 

Abby sat you on the sofa, shielding you from everyone else - she really didn't want anyone to interrupt you, especially some kind of guy who won't take the fucking hint. She wanted you all to herself. 

She watched as you flattened your dress and got more comfortable, moving closer to her. Abby liked it - the way your shyness didn't stop you from reciprocating, and even if you didn't actually initiate anything, you left an invitation for her. So Abby moved closer to you, putting her arm on the sofa behind you in a protective manner, hugging but not really, always giving you a back out. 

"What's your Instagram?" She wasn't going to miss her chance to talk to you after this party. Abby already stalked your (private) account, but she didn't want to come across as creepy and follow you right away. People kept their accounts private for a reason. 

"It's ifiwasabug." You took your phone out of your purse, waiting for the notification. 

"Why this name?" Abby asked, curious, as she sent her request. 

"It's after Kafka's Metamorphosis. You know, how he turns into a bug and you find out his family doesn't love him? So the question of if someone will love me if I was a bug became very real very quick after this."

Abby laughed at this. 

"Well, I'm not into Kafka that much, but I like your take."

"What are you into?" You asked, clueless of the fact it could come across as flirting, more eager to find out what Abby liked to read. 

Abby noticed it, and even if she really wanted to be cheesy and say "you", she wanted to just talk to you even more, especially since you triggered her book nerd brain.

You'd have never guessed what a bookworm your hockey girl was, but Abby talked about books with such passion you couldn't take your eyes off her. You found a book you both read, and now you were sitting discussing it like you were two scholars who wrote 20 page essays on the topic, with arguments and points and genuine, deep critique, learning from each other and about each other. It definitely toned down your previous, much more flirtier mood, but you felt like at this moment you were falling in love with her.

[ten-shiriya23]

oki u know about my mercenary Danny au like literally my previous post.

So what if stellaron hunter au but with the everlasting trio + Valerie?

Thank you for @13thdoodle for their RET au where Clockwork adopted them and they help him keep the timelines

So it would be

Kafka = Danny

Blade = Sam

Silverwolf = Tucker

Sam/Firefly = Valerie

Ellio = Clockwork(obviously)

Ellie can be stelle and Dan is Dan heng as he is running away from the sins he did in the past.

Redeemed Vlad is welt yang while Maddie is Himeko who did not meet her Jack(yet)

Jazz is of course March 7th who knows nothing of her past and like the one from the game started taking pictures to preserve the memories and is actually quite mature and reads phycology books

Might put other dp characters as other major characters

[littleeyesofpallas]

Ya know maybe it's the nostalgia talking but given that Back to Nature was the Harvest Moon I fixated on the most growing up, I can't help but feel like something the Story of Seasons and Stardew-likes all really miss is the drama of it all. I loved how every romance in Mineraltown had a rival. And everyone's events had a little touch of soap-opera-y melodrama to them.

Cliff being a hobo and you having the choice to help him find a job that'll let him stay in town or not.

Drunk old Duke and his timid wife running the vineyard all alone because their daughter ran off.

Potpurri and Rick's sickly mother waiting for her husband to return with the miracle cure to her illness.

Potpurri as this naive ditz flirting with the bad boy sailor, Kai, who promises to whisk her away, and if they do end up together she actually does leave home and you only see her during the summer when Kai's back in town.

Gray being a broody little bad boy himself and his frigid relationship with his grandfather.

The doctor quietly working himself to ragged in a sort of PG Franz Kafka Country Doctor shtick, and Ellie watching over him while singlehandedly looking after her grandmother and little brother.

Little May living with her grandfather as he worries he's not able to give her the right upbringing at his age.

Like, the whole town was just laced with these little threads of mundane anxiety and melancholy that really made everything feel alive and connected. Not just because it added a little darkness to each character but because it created these social puzzles for you to solve as the player. And I just feel like most games that came after lost that aspect. Everyone's relationship events are just a straight corridor with no real choices or intersecting plots.