#kafyuan

[aratribow]

“Caught you.”

[tatsumiboobs69]

my ocs Kafka and jing yuan

[willows-arts]

“My big, brave lion…”

So a mutual of mine absolutely brain blasted me with the concept of a Mara-struck Jing Yuan maintaining his position through the aid of Kafka’s Spirit Whisper and I haven’t brainrotted a piece this quickly in a long time

[saunne]

Kafka wasn't even sure what had left her lips, mind filled with static and Spirit Whisper singing under her breath as she reached out, grabbed and seized, deaf to the prayer-like moan that escaped from Jing Yuan’s tempting mouth. She barely felt how the ridges of Jing Yuan's armor dug into the relief of her spine as the woman collapsed, whole body seized with a tremolo-like tremor. 

With quivering eyes hidden behind closed eyelids, Kafka let herself be carried away by Jing Yuan’s melody, losing herself in the most delicate nuances of the tonal color, in the cadence of the notes, in the phrases and motifs and bridges, tasting the notes on her tongue and feeling the emotion rise, ascend, climax.

She opened her eyes with a trembling breath, her mind saturated with something incredible, inconceivable, exhilarating. It was a matter of an instant for Kafka to reverse their positions, pressing a limp-bodied Jing Yuan against the wall, pulling that marvelous thick hair with a firm hand to reveal the curve of a pale neck. The marks left by her rouge almost looked like wounds in the semi-darkness, as she worshiped that swan-like throat with feathery kisses, feeling the slightest quiver of suppressed moans beneath her mouth.

Elio was a composer, Kafka his conductor and Ren would be one of their joint masterpieces. 

But Jing Yuan ? 

Jing Yuan was a magnum opus.

Jing Yuan's spirit sang an angel's choir in the embrace of her Spirit Whisper, soft and malleable and delicate in all its strength. Not the slightest trace of resistance, not the slightest surrender either. 

An offering, on a platter, all for her to grasp, all for her to devour.

All for her to ruin, all for her to destroy.

All for her to sublimate, to rebuild, to elevate.

Jing Yuan was a magnum opus and Kafka wanted to make her sing.

Gift to @aratribo and @hunterfromtheabyss ! 💜

[nikcaday]

nevermindf i hate this, but here //kinda wip,,,

[tatsumiboobs69]

jing yuan should get girl bullied. post for all of my polyship jy art. plus some extra kafkas thrown in there too.

ship chart i made a while ago so you can understand even 1% of my vision..

[aratribow]

@saunne YOUR RAIDING HAS BEEN RAIDED (kinda)

Kafyuan lovers come getcha food at

[tatsumiboobs69]

kafyuan….kafyuan yuri….

[aratribow]

do you post any of your speedpaints 🥹

HIII OP sorry it took me a while! But mm I usually don’t since the Timelapse takes up too much space 😂

but eyyy I got one speedpaint for ya! Although i must warn u that my process is mostly just me fucking around and finding out what works KEBNS

[tatsumiboobs69]

the context to this one was like what if Kafka was a beautiful eldritch lady who eats people

[aratribow]

Very VERY self indulgent yuri kafyuan cause M DESPERATE FOR SOME CONTENT

[saunne]

When she finally spoke again, her voice was laced with the weight of her power, soft and sweet and mesmerizing like a siren's song, and so terribly tender, so oddly affectionate that it hurt.

(When was the last time someone looked at Jing Yuan with this kind of affectionate warmth, this caring tenderness she almost dared to delude herself into calling love ?)

“Oh, my beautiful and courageous General… Devoted Atlas of a ship that will not even repay you the kindness of your martyrdom.” Cupping Jing Yuan's cheeks with her slender and gracile hands, she gently kissed the woman with attentive deliberateness, gently tracing with her thumbs the curve of her cheekbones. “So courageous, so dedicated, so responsible. How perfect you are, how flawless you are."

(But I'm not, Jing Yuan wanted to whisper, unable however to let the words pass the barrier of her lips. I am only what remains of other people's downfalls. A cemetery elevated to the glory of avoidable failure and mortal arrogance. A living cautionary tale on love and loss.)

"Oh no, none of these thought General," Kafka brought her attention back to her with a light tug on her pristine locks, nibbling on her lower lip until Jing Yuan gave in and kissed her back. “So tense, so anxious... How about you let me take care of you ? I can make you forget all these unnecessary worries, get rid of all this tension and make you feel so good. Would you let me ?”

(Jing Yuan’s melody was soft and inviting, where it was sheltered in the gentle hold of Kafka's mindscape,  lulled in the embrace of a Spirit Whisper who had become ribbons rather than chains. Jing Yuan's very soul rested there, nestled languidly and unconcerned and accepting.)

Gift to @aratribo and @hunterfromtheabyss ! 💜

[tatsumiboobs69]

I ship kafyuan yuri now. You're doing god's work

thank u!!!! Spreading my gospel..

[nikcaday]

never heard of this m/f term… erm.,. anyway, f/f kafyuan !!!! yippe

or m/m ehe

transmasc 4 transfem , if you will

[nikcaday]

btw, kafyuan babes i’m cooking smth <33