#ler!kafka

[13thedream]

Characters: (Lee) Sunday, (Ler) Kafka

a/n: this is based off of the Idea that Sunday joined the Stellaron Hunters. I have not done the most recent quest yet - only partially proofread, and my first fic, so do not make fun of it, please. But constructive criticism is encouraged

words: 1,5k

Sunday has had a headache all day today, and his eyes felt sore.

It was no doubt the fault of him staying up for most of the night tearfully, but he was sure that these people played a part in it.

They are unfamiliar; they hardly know him and he hardly knows them. And yet, here they are behaving as if he’d always been a part of the “family”. Arms slung over his shoulders, going out to places as well… Aren’t they meant to be an elite group, the feared and despised Stellaron Hunters? No doubt powerful, and yet, they had so much time on their hands to still be silly.

It is safe to say he is not used to such treatment. Relaxing, sitting back and doing nothing, having fun - yet he is neither relaxed or having fun. The thought of his sister laid heavy in his mind - the way she looked so tired on the television, and it tugged at his big brother instincts to sometimes see her wings not preened.

Sunday sighed quietly, his face buried in gloved hands as he leaned back against the sofa he sat on. He regrets now not bringing any of his books, or his journal; then again, he had to leave in such a rush, there simply was no time.

A tiny breeze fluttered the feathers of his left wing, and it twitched. He ignored it, groaning as he burdened himself with thoughts of his sister. What if she’s not feeding herself properly? What if she’s spending her nights crying?

Another breeze, another twitch.

Maybe she hates him. No- Robin would never, yet he found himself wishing she would. He hates himself so much, and he’s just pulling her down with him.

“...day.. Sunday.-” Something delicately traced down his wing, and Sunday would forever deny the startled, squeaky “eep!” He had let out. He whipped around, golden eyes wide, meeting the even and somewhat curious gaze of Kafka.

She was smirking; he felt his cheeks heat up at his own embarrassing reaction - and his damned wings were now curling around his cheeks too, as if he were some shy child hiding his face.

Clearing his throat, Sunday spoke, “..Good afternoon, Miss Kafka,” A polite greeting, choosing to move past what had just happened.

“Hey, angel,” she replied, that stupid smirk never leaving, and he felt his skin prick from the nickname. Angel? Audacious to call him anything other than his own name - yet, he held no power here, so he may as well accept it.

Kafka continued to speak casually, “I’ve been calling your name for a while. D’you wanna have dinner with us later?”

Sunday huffed quietly at the thought alone. Dinner with that barbaric swordsman, the moving suit of armor, a literal cat, and the girl who can’t put her phone down? Forget it. The most normally behaving person there would be Kafka, and that’s saying a lot.

“No.” Sunday grumbled, before clearing his throat once more and fixing himself, “...No, thank you. I will get my own.”

Kafka merely shrugged one shoulder, propping up her face on a hand as she observed him. When had she sat down beside him? Sunday met her gaze for a couple of seconds before glancing away, feathers puffing up. What does she still want?

“No problem. You seem tense,” the woman commented offhandedly, and he looked back out of politeness.

“How could I not be?” Sunday replied, tone cool and curt. Kafka shrugged again, raising one eyebrow as she observed him a moment longer.

“Fair point. But no one’s coming after you here, y’know?” She pointed out, and he huffed; of course he knew that. They’re in the middle of Xipe-Knows-What, in Xipe-Knows-Where.

“I appreciate the concern, but I’m more worried about the company here than anybody looking for me.” Sunday watched reproachfully as Kafka’s expression turned into one of amusement, as well as a mischievousness which had him tensing up further.

“Ah? How come? We’re a loving family here.” She replied, and they could both tell that she was just messing around now. They both knew why.

Sunday sighed, “Well, I don’t feel the slightest bit safe with that swordsman - constantly looking as though he'd strike me down if he had the chance. And that girl is a nuisance. It feels as though her entire personality is just, “Games this,” And “Hacking that,”.” He snorted out - and he felt himself lighten a bit at Kafka’s huffed out laugh.

“...Sam is most likely the most tolerable person,” Her smirk never left for the entire conversation - does this woman even know any other facial expressions..?

“And you are… Hm.” She looked even more smug than usual for a moment at his hesitance, and he grumbled out, “..Mysterious, I suppose. I dislike how unpredictable you get.”

Kafka was silent for a good long moment, just staring at him, before she chuckled, “Might I remind you, Birdie, that you are not so normal for yourself.”

She reached out again, while he was looking elsewhere, and dragged a finger down one of his wings lazily.

Sunday yelped.

His wing flapped, and he whipped around to face her again, cheeks on fire. “Would you please stop that?” He politely snapped, eyebrows furrowing.

She observed, he shifted, trying to cool down his cheeks.

“You’re ticklish,” Kafka finally mused out, tone thoughtful. Sunday sputtered, cheeks ablaze, a huge difference from his usually stoic, cool demeanor.

“What? No. What-? I was just caught of guard.” He replied, shifting away from her on the sofa. Perhaps he should try to respectfully make his leave-

“You laughed a little bit,” Kafka hummed, her eyes narrowing, a nearly predatory look behind them.

“I did not,” Sunday denied, frowning.

“You did.” Kafka’s already smirking lips began curving upwards even further.

“I am not ticklish. Where did you even get that from? Your claim makes little to no se–”

“Alright. Let’s prove it.” Kafka said, and before his brain could even process her words, two hands were firmly gripping his sides, fingertips digging into the flesh.

Sunday let out a surprised, “Aah-ha!” Falling back onto the sofa and attempting to squirm away. It did not tickle so terribly - yet single nerve felt as though it was on fire, and his embarrassment worsened with every little squeak which escaped his lips. He hated his laugh, and he was now sure he hated this damned woman, and her damned smirk, and her damned hands.

“Wait- Wait! Wahahait!” He cursed himself, giggles slipping into his words. His body was jumping, hands reaching down to try and push her’s away, but to no avail. She easily dodged all of his attempts, hands squishing at the sides of his stomach now, only worsening the sensations.

“Gah! Ahahaa! Wahait!” Kafka was smirking, watching the usually uptight Halovian fall apart just from a few touches. His body spasmed when she got closer to his belly, and she chuckled.

“So much for not ticklish, hm?” She hummed out, that predatory glint still in her eyes. He was blushing hard, his laugh a bit awkward - probably from not being genuinely used in so long - and his smaller pair of wings were busy trying to cover up his face.

What an adorable sight.

Her hands teased his belly for a few moments longer, before lowering down on it. Sunday squealed, blushing a dark red now as he lowered his hands to block his sensitive stomach, panting. He heard Kafka click her tongue.

“K-Kafka, thahat’s–!” Suddenly, her hands were in his underarms, those horrid nails scratching at the exposed skin.

“AAah! Kahafka!” He cried out loudly, tone becoming more and more high pitched the longer this went on. His arms slammed down, trying to fruitlessly guard his vulnerable underarms, but that just pushed her hands in deeper, digging into the centers.

His wings were quivering, both sets, and he bucked up wildly. His hair was becoming a mess and his clothing ruffled. Mirthful tears sprung up in his eyes, threatening to fall down his red cheeks, and his chest heaved.

Kafka scratched in his underarms a moment longer before removing her hands altogether, recognizing his limit. She was still smirking, and he breathlessly glared at her.

“...Ruhude.” He panted out, titters still escaping every here and there.

Kafka only smirked, “You had many chances to say stop. You didn’t.”

His cheeks lit up again - Great Xipe, he’d never get over this embarrassment. What’s worse is that she is absolutely correct.

Sitting up, Sunday muttered a quick, “Be quiet..” as he tried to smooth down his clothes. He felt much lighter now, he realized. Not so tense anymore - yet despite that, he still glared at Kafka before moving off of the sofa.

Well. Now he has to go hide in the bathroom for a couple of hours. And possibly die from the embarrassment.

“Excuse me,” he grunted out, and hid his tiny smile in his wing as he left. Kafka replied casually, as if she hadn’t just tickled him senseless, “Seeya.”

Weird - his headache is gone too.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 18 - Spiderweb

Honkai: Star Rail - Kafka x Caelus

Caelus tried to pull his arms free, but his struggle only made the strings wrap around his limbs tighter. Looking like a fly caught in a spiderweb, the trailblazer let out an audible sigh, finally facing his captor.

"I should really stop helping you out," he muttered, remembering how much March 7th warned him about these encounters with one of the most dangerous Stellaron Hunters.

Kafka, sitting close to him, smiled as she continued to type something on the small screen next to her. "You should understand by now that, to make the whole scene more convincing, certain measures need to be adopted. People wouldn't believe I'm holding you captive if I let you run around freely," she continued, carefully reading the details of those precious pieces of intel.

"All you have to do is to hold still while I do some… searching," Kafka chuckled, turning off the screen and standing up, turning around to face Caelus, still entangled within her web. 

The trailblazer sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "As long as you keep yourself from harming people," Caelus let out a small, knowing that Kafka would resort to much more violent ways to achieve her goals if it wasn't for his aiding. "But that doesn't mean I agree with yohohou- ahAHah, w-whahat?!"

Before he could finish his speech, Caelus broke into a fit of giggles, feeling Kafka's hand scribbling over his side, pressing her fingers against his vulnerable body as much as she wanted, taking full advantage of the strings that kept him from moving or squirming away from the tickling.

"I'm sorry, but I need to correct you… I remember there being a mutual agreement on our deal, no? You help me get some intel and I will get Silver Wolf to help you, remember?" Kafka spoke calmly, wiggling her fingers up to his ribs and making Caelus howl in laughter. 

"K-Kahahafka! AhaAHA, w-wahAHAit, stopstopstahahap!" Caelus pleaded - in vain - trying to pull his arms down as hard as he could, only managing to move a couple inches before the strings pulled him back into place. If he was like a fly trapped in a spiderweb, then the spider itself was about to eat him alive, he thought. "OkahAHAy, okahahy, I'm sohohorry! You cahahan stoh- AHAhaha, K-KahAHAHafkaAha, n-nohohohot theHEhere!!"

Caelus cried out a lot, with tears of mirth forming on the corner of his eyes as he felt Kafka move both her hands to tickle him under his arms, sending him into actual hysterics. He knew that woman was dangerous, ruthless and cruel, but he expected all those traits of her to make themselves present when she was fighting, not… tickling someone. 

Though, considering how bad it was, this could, in parts, be called some sort of murder attempt.

Kafka continued her restless assault, exploring how ticklish the Stellaron's vessel was in a couple of different spots, amusing herself with his reactions as she continued to toy with him. "Is it bad? Silver Wolf always get mad at me when I poke her during her games and- oh." Kafka fake gasped, continuing with that facade that looked as calm as ever.

As Caelus's laughter died down, he could hear some kind of beeping noise come from her pocket. "W-what… is this noise..?"

"It seems your rescuer is on his way," she said, picking up her stuff, "I'll make sure you get your part of the deal when I'm out of here, take care ~"

Kafka muttered, getting out of his sight and leaving him behind, trapped within her web as she left. Minutes later, Caelus heard the sound of someone walking behind him. "Caelus! Are you ok?" Dan Heng's voice, full of worry, asked, using the Cloud-Piercer to cut the strings.

"Dan Heng!" Caelus feigned surprise, as if Kafka hadn't told him about it in advance. "Y-yes, I'm all good!"

"What happened? Did you fight that woman by yourself?"

"A-ah, not really, I can'`t say I did- huh?" Stopping in the middle of his explanation, Caelus reached out to his phone, feeling as it vibrated. Checking the notification, he smiled as he read the beginning of the message.

[Ty for helping Kafka  recover my game accs  Heres ur reward We r even now, k?                  - S.W.] 

"Who is it? Is something important?"

"No," Caelus muttered, continuing to smile as he checked the files attached to that message: a dozen pictures of a certain someone standing next to him. "Just one of those annoying ICP ads."

Dan Heng tilted his head in confusion, but decided it didn't matter. "Let's head back, March is worried about you."

"Eh… were you worried about me as well?" Caelus smiled, walking by Dan Heng's side.

As the duo continued to chat, Caelus couldn't help, but to think that dealing with the Stellaron Hunters had its risks, but the rewards… Well, they were certainly worth the price.

A/N: Ok, so, ler!Kafka was wondering around my head for quite a while and you guys know how she kinda uses spiderwebs everywhere and etc etc so... yeah, this prompt was made for her hahah

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

[lemonpils]

A Smile Long Forgotten - Blade & Kafka

Authors note; i legit haven't seen anything from this pairing and its CRIMINAL, so heres some fluff between these two!!

Summary; Blades Mara struck is acting up again, and Kafka finds out a fun little piece of information whilst trying to heal him.

It hurts so bad.

It burns. It aches.

Everything felt like pins and needles, in the worst way possible.

It was late, later then he'd usually be up. But he couldn't sleep, not one bit. He tossed and turned, watching out the window of the Stellaron Hunter's ship as he lied awake. It stings.

It stings so bad.

It was reaching that time again, where the tall dark haired man would have to seek out the help of his magenta haired acquaintance. Where he would have to show weakness, admitting that he needed assistance with his health. But it was something he had grown accustom to doing, and it was something that he had grown more comfortable to as well. He sat up from his bed, pushing the hair from his face. He looked towards his door, and noticed light coming from the bottom.

"She's... Still awake." He thought.

As he pulled himself from bed, he brushed his hair out from his face, finger combing the more intense knots out. He slipped on a black t-shirt, and quietly opened his bedroom door as he walked down the hall. Kafka was sitting on the couch of the ships lounge room, a glass of wine in hand as she read a small article. Blades footsteps we're noticed as she turned her head, a small smile adorning her face.

"Ah, Bladie."

It hurts so bad.

His voice quivered. "Kafka, I-"

My bodies on fire.

"Something caught your tongue?" She spoke.

It feels like I'm dying.

"Kafka, help me, please."

As blade let out those four words, she knew exactly what the situation was. She nodded, gently pulling him down to her. She was seated at the end of the couch, making sure there was room for him. Her hands laid his head on her lap as his body laid across the rest of the couch. Blades pained expression only made Kafka's heart hurt more, seeing her friend in such torment. "Just close your eyes, you know the drill." She said softly. Blade nodded, letting his eyes close like he always did. Followed by feeling Kafka's icy delicate hands begin to caress his face, torso, and wherever else she needed to touch. This was the part of the healing that was so difficult, having to feel her hands all over him. It wasn't that he didnt like it, he'd just never had someone touch him in this way. He groaned as she used her abilities, softening the leathality of the Mara Stuck with only her hands. Kafka was always so gentle with this process, she knew exactly what felt best, and what worked more efficiently. She dragged her fingers along his collar bones, practically pulling the pain right out from him. "Mmm..." He murmured. "That must feel better, hmm?" She spoke sweetly, as she continued to focus around his neck.

Blade nodded, he could feel the pain being relieved, and how it was replaced with a warm and refreshing feeling instead. He could also feel another sensation, an odd one- One of Kafka's nails had gently scratched along the shell of his ear, making his head twitch. "Oh? Did I miss a spot?" Kafka's fingers reached Blade's ear, and began caressing along it gently. She thought he reacted out of pain, that he needed some more healing in that specific area. She was wrong. At the moment, Blade was having a really difficult time holding in whatever reaction he was feeling. It was tingly, but not painfully so. He had the urge to- giggle. It was quite strange, it was almost as if he was ticklish. ... He is, so very ticklish. "K-Kafka... Stop." "I know it hurts Blade, but we're almost done." She said innocently. He could feel a smile tugging at his lips. "N-No thats not what I mehean..." Kafka froze, did he just giggle? She tilted her head, placing her fingers along that same spot on his neck as she watched him almost squirm away from her touch. Ah, I see. She thought. Her fingers curled against his skin, watched as he gasped out. "A-Ah! Kafka-" He grumbled, he then realized that she had caught on to what was occurring, and that he needed a way out fast. "Now then Bladie." She said with a smirk. "Kafka don't you dare-"

"Dont, move." She said using her ability.

As her words hit Blade's ears, he felt his limps come to a stop. He felt as her power took over him, that he was now immobile on Kafka's lap, great. "Bladie, why didn't you tell me you we're so... sensitive?" She said as she tweaked Blades side. "MhHf- I'm not." He said dryly. Kafka only smiled, she held her hands in front of his face, slowly bringing them to his ribs. "Time to run a test then, eh?" She giggled. Blade felt ten fingers beginning to knead against his ribs, feeling her nails scratch and skittering along. Which caused a miracle of a sound to emerge from Blade's mouth. "Bahahah! K-Kafka! Unhahand me!" He demanded through his giggles. Kafka let out an Awwwe~ Before raking her nails into his ribs once more, watching as Blade's smiley face cried out in sweet giggly laughter. "I dont think I will, not yet at least. I'm enjoying this pretty little view." She teased. Blade whined through his giggles, how dare she make a fool out of him! The way she cooed at his little noises, it was so belittling! But it was also kind of, nice..? No no, that cant be right. "Kahahafkahaha!" "Yes Bladie?" "Enohohough!" He pleaded. "Nah, Im good." Her smile turned to a smirk, as she used her nails to spider along his toned stomach. That really got him going. "NOOhoAHA! Nohohohoo! STOP!" His stomach was a lot more sensitive, she realized. His laughter got more frantic as she inched closer to that sweet spot in the middle. "Uh oh, looks like someone is in trouble~" Her voice teased at his ears. "YoHohOu're sUhuch ahAHa pahAHAin!" He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, and how they began staining his pink tinted cheeks. "Hmm, I could be much more of a pain if you'd like." "NooHAhOHO!" He exclaimed. This was odd, Blades face was quite warm. He felt- fuzzy inside, like he was enjoying the playful attention from her. He hasn't felt this in a long, long time. "Here I cooome~" Kafka began tracing her nails towards his bellybutton, watching as Blade grew more nervous. "Dohohn't- nohoho..." He whined. "Aaaaand, gotcha." Her nail began to swirl along the inside of his belly button.

Blade would then burst out into heavy laughter, tears streaming down his face. "PFFTEAHAHAA! NOHOAHA! KAHAFKA!" He screamed. Kafka only smiled, playfully giggling as she teased his belly button. "Aww~ Is someone ticklish here?" Blade only nodded as he laughed, screaming in ticklish agony as he suffered under her touch. "NOHOHO MORE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!" Blade begged, he was growing ever so tired, and Kafka took notice to that as she slowed down. "Alright, alright. Shh, I'm stopping." She said softly, releasing his limbs as she combed his hair out of his face. He huffed and puffed, she had sure worn him out. He sat up, leaving her lap. "You- are a handful." He groaned, pulling his shirt back down over his stomach. She could see the tints of blush across his cheeks, and she chuckled to herself. "Oh relax, I was just having some fun. I haven't seen that smile in a while." That was true, Blade couldn't remember the last time he had smiled like that, let alone laughed like that. It was, a pleasant feeling.

"Yea, sure. Thank you for healing me, now- goodnight." He quickly paced back to his room, hands rubbing at his eyes. "Have a goodnight Bladie~" She teased. He made his way down the hall, passing by Silverwolf in the process. "Sounded like you two had fun." She said. "Shut up." He shot back.

It was safe to say, he was probably going to go back for some 'healing' sooner than later.

[ghastigiggles]

the ask game for honkai star rail and for genshin impact if its oki to req two at once

It's totally fine! I will post the genshin answer seperately just to avoid clogging dashboards with a long post though ;v; starting with hsr! there's only a small handful of characters i dont know much about (i approach all the hyv games with long breaks between playspells) so i apologize if i leave anybody out (also unfamiliar with the lore of the new 2.0 characters so </3 judging on looks alone there)

who’s the most ticklish character

March 7th, Bronya, Tingyun, and Misha!

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t

I'm gonna break some hearts here but honest to god. Dan Heng, I'm so sorry. I just believe it's infinitely funnier if he's not ticklish at all. Also Asta tbh

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

Specifically for the Express Crew & Stellaron Hunters; March 7th (she earns it I promise) and Silver Wolf (it doesn't happen often, but when she pushes the right buttons...)

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

Herta (she's mean), Kafka (it's funny), Sampo (it's his whole schtick), Stelle (she keeps an extensive log)

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

Seele, and Bronya knows :> - also because I've been neglecting the Luofu, honorable mention to Yukong (nobody other than her knows it though)

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

Stelle, Kafka, Seele

which character has a kink interest for tickling

Kafka, because she's just... Like That, Bronya, Tingyun, Arlan, and ngl. Jing Yuan.

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

Pela, Quingque, Argenti, Jingliu, Stelle

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

Stelle & March, Bronya & Seele, Jing Yuan & Yanqing (it's a very onesided victory)

[bunekadepano]

5 clássicos pequenos para ler

Olá! essa é para quem tem medo de ler os clássicos. Sim, para muita gente, é normal, até legal. Uns preferem e até se acham mais cultos (por favor, não seja essa pessoa). Mas assusta um pouco, porque sempre tem aquela imagem que é difícil rebuscado e nunca vai entender. Então, separei 5 clássicos pequenos para começar a ler e descobrir que não é um bicho de sete cabeças. Partiu conhecer? A…

[rachi-roo]

HMNNNNGH-!

YEEEESSS!!!! Uwaaaa I love his pudgy tummy so much i need him in my lifeeeeee 😭 GET HIM! GET HIM! 👏👏👏👏

found a lil kn8 tk scene here-

had to use the translator, but is there anyone here that knows japanese and can translate it well?

https://x.com/bamboolio/status/1790732063538323514?s=46

Aaaah so cute, thank you for sharing! Hehe I happen to know Japanese.

It starts with Iharu Furuhashi asking if Kafka lost weight (or well specifically commenting on his belly lolol) so Kafka is all smug and proud like fufuuu the day I'll be a physical beauty is getting closer~~, but Iharu is like nono we still can't see your abs.

Thats where Hoshina joins in and says he agrees, Kafka hasn't lost all his fat yet and they start feeling around - turn to page 2 where Kafka freaks out and yells they should stop hehe. But instead Iharu catches him and literally says "here you go vice-captain~"

They don't literally mention tickling but it does look like them squeezing around tickled Kafka and that they are now eager to continue that.

Sad that's where it stops lol. It seems to be a fanart/doujinshi.

Edit: I am blind and Kafka literally says STOP TICKLING ME in the top right panel of p2, hallelujah

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Tickletober Day 1: "Ready?"

[sfw tickle fic!! honkai star rail — lee!stelle, ler!firefly]

prompt by @/lovelynim

happy happy halloween itazura shichau zo ding-dong-dang~

It wasn’t as if Firefly didn’t believe in fate. She was a Stellaron Hunter, after all, on the path of Finality. Fate to her, though, was like Silver Wolf nagging at her, whispering that she was doomed to lose at some video game. It was so familiar, she owed it nothing. Despite all its cruelty, Firefly would seize from fate every spark of freedom and sweetness she could bear.

But maybe this kind of fate — the kind that continued to bring Firefly and her together — wasn’t so bad.

As Firefly took a wrong turn and found herself on the deck of the Radiant Feldspar, there was Stelle again. ...Accompanied by an eruption of pool water, a few appalled screams, and a March 7th that looked like she wanted to be anywhere else. March was fighting to haul Stelle out of the pool by the back of her jacket, while Stelle protested that “the trotter is still in there!”

Firefly giggled. After all this time, she still hadn’t changed.

“Himeko, you’re here!” March exclaimed as the Navigator made her breathtaking entrance. She dropped Stelle and put her hands together, eyes to the sky in thanks and exasperation. “Ugh, can you please talk some sense into her? Or put her on a leash?” Sopping wet, Stelle countered with her best puppy dog eyes.

Himeko laughed, warm and affectionate. She reminded Firefly of Kafka, in a way. “March, you should know there’s no use changing Stelle’s mind when she’s got her eye on something.” She stood beside Stelle and reached out her hand. “But you can grab her attention, like this."

Himeko’s hand extended and scribbled across Stelle’s sides under her jacket. The Trailblazer startled, squeaking and folding in half. Firefly perked her ears.

March had quite the Surprised Bikachu Face as Stelle flailed and grabbed onto Himeko’s arm. She didn’t try to fight her off, only held. As she turned, Firefly caught a view of her profile, stretched into a wide, carefree grin.

She felt herself smile. Bright, ringing, familiar laughter — it suited the Trailblazer. It was... cute on her.

But now wasn’t the best time for that. Firefly turned to leave, that mirthful harmony like a burning star chasing after her.

𖥔 ⏱︎ ༄ 𖥔 ⏱︎ ༄ 𖥔 ⏱︎ ༄

One firework show later, Firefly and Stelle were by the pool, sharing the same lounge chair because neither wanted to find another. Stelle had convinced the bartenders to let her mix a drink, and she’d given Firefly a silver and green one with a little bird ornament.

“It’s good!” Humming, Firefly took another sip and indulged in the refreshing flavor. “Seems I keep discovering more of your talents every day.”

Stelle smirked in the corner of Firefly's eye. “There’s more where that came from.”

Laughing aloud, she looked at the girl with whom she shared a too-small chair, a brush of skin, a past. Stelle beheld her with eyes so soft, so milky gold, an expression that seemed to say, “I’m glad you’re here.” It made Firefly’s heart, lungs, muscles squeeze, a warmth burbling through her that threatened to burst. She could see the fireworks replaying across Stelle's face, feel the swoop in her stomach like she was falling once more.

All that remained in Firefly’s drink was ice, so she reached over Stelle to place it on the table. Her hand landed on Stelle’s knee, squeezing to steady herself. A twitch and a gasp were her answer, and Firefly’s blazing glance lit on Stelle’s face.

A memory of Himeko and Stelle by this same pool surfaced in her mind. Stelle seemed apprehensive at the smile that grew on her face.

Firefly lit up. “Oh yeah, I'm learning this about you too.” Her hands easily found Stelle’s waist, walls making no effort to keep her out. “Can I?”

“Wa— Wahait!” Stelle gingerly placed her hands on her wrists, a wobbly grin creasing her eyes. “I’m not ready!”

“I’ll wait," she giggled. Her hands settled, and that only made Stelle jump.

The Trailblazer took a giddy breath, blinked, and a challenge appeared in her eyes as she met Firefly head on. A spark ignited in Firefly’s chest, and it bloomed until her breath caught and her gaze sharpened and softened at once.

“Ready?”

“Steady.”

At one point, they had been too early; at another they had been too late. But now was only right, because this was a moment that belonged to the two of them. A moment too sweet not to savor.

Dutifully, Firefly tasted sweetness as her cherished friend’s bravado crumbled into squeals.

[beu-ytr]

Resenha de "A Metamorfose" de Franz Kafka

*alguns spoilers

A Metamorfose conta a história de Gregor Samsa, um homem que misteriosamente se transforma em um inseto, mudando consequentemente toda a rotina de sua família e a própria

Ao decorrer da sucinta narrativa a gente consegue acompanhar de perto a metamorfose de Gregor, nos momentos em que ele deixa de ser tratado como humano em condições desfavoráveis pelos seus familiares e passa a ser visto como um incômodo e um fardo

Kafka usa de metáforas muito bem pensadas para explorar os dilemas ao redor do considerado "inútil", e como isso desafia a nossa moralidade, do que achamos aceitável ou não

Por exemplo, é fácil pensar que a família de Gregor era interesseira e o via apenas como um meio para fins, e quando ele deixou de ser útil tornou-se um fardo

Mas analisar a situação pela perspectiva da família também é pertinente

cuidar de um inseto, um ser inútil e peçonhento, quando se sente uma grande repulsa e tristeza pela "perda" de um parente pra aquela condição não é muito fácil

Quando se coloca a situação desse jeito, a gente consegue muito bem relacionar a uns certos problemas que muitas famílias enfrentam até hoje

(acho inclusive muito interessante como Kafka alegadamente pediu que não colocassem inseto nenhum na capa deste livro, porque não queria que fosse interpretado de forma literal, provavelmente temendo que a caracterização de um inseto tirasse o foco da moral que a história tenta passar. Infelizmente acho que quase nenhuma editora, antiga ou contemporânea, acatou o seu pedido)

E é difícil ler esse livro e não ficar extremamente pensativo depois, simplesmente maravilhoso como um simples conto, tão simples se o analisar superficialmente, consegue expor um dilema social tão pertinente e atual, apesar da idade da obra

Filosofei legal, muito obrigado pela atenção e até a próxima

[itacoisa]

Fui marcado pela @booklovershouse (obrigado s2) para responder uma TAG. Vamos lá!

Tag do 5-4-3-2-1

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Ninfeias Negras de Michel Bussi

[k4rwl]

Gente, alguem poderia me dizer se o livro " A metamorfose" de kafka é bom?🤔🤔 queria ler mas n sei se vale a pena

[conjugames]

 “Eu acho que deveríamos ler apenas aqueles livros que conseguem nos ferir, que nos apunhala. Se o livro que lemos não nos acorda com um golpe na cabeça, por que estamos lendo, então? Porque isso nos deixa felizes, como você escreve? Meu Deus! Seríamos mais felizes se não tivéssemos livro nenhum. E o tipo de livro que nos deixa felizes é aquele que nós mesmos facilmente escreveríamos se precisássemos. Mas nós precisamos dos livros que nos afetam como um desastre, que nos tormenta profundamente, como a morte de alguém que amamos mais do que nós mesmos, como ser jogado em uma floresta longe de todos, como um suicídio. Um livro deveria ser o machado para o mar congelado dentro de nós. Isso é o que eu acredito." — Franz Kafka.

[yellowelectroslime]

i NEED to know how you feel about ler sunday

🎤

YESYESYESYESYEYSYESYESYESYESYEYSEYSYEYSESYYEYSYEYSYESYYYESYEYSYES ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

I love him both as a lee and ler!!!

he would be such a MEAN and EVIL ler, he's the type that doesn't go straight for the lee's death spot and stay there but instead very very slowly work his way there, he's like kafka where he would build anticipation and just absolutely tease the lee till their face is red like a tomato

He plays the role of goody-two-shoes just look at him!

He's the type of person who would absolutely wreck his lee while keeping this face and its very VERY flustering for the lee

but I feel like he would only be gentle to robin tho because he has a massive soft spot for her ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

[xsezzie]

Can I ask for Lee! Blade & Ler! Kafka hcs?? 🥺🥺🥺

Hello lovely I’m so sorry this is late!!! Thank you for sending me an ask 🥰

- Kafka’s number one way to get Bladie to chill out is by embarrassing him with tickles >:3

- I wouldn’t be surprised if she used her dominate effect to get him to stay as well, he would be so helpless. His mind wants to run away but his body won’t listen

- Blade gets very soft though, like a grumpy cat, when he’s getting tickles from her

- Long nails = scritches

- Sometimes if his mara is messing with him he will seek out Kafka

- He will sit down near her and do that thing where you bounce your knee, super fidgety

- She’s like “awww Bladie~ does someone need some tickles?”

- He totally wants to stab her 😂😂😂

[ghastigiggles]

can i request for ler!kafka and lee!trailblazer with “is that a sensitive spot?”

thank u ok bai :D

Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

This was bullshit. Mean, and unfair, and nonsensical, and more than anything Stelle was just really hoping and praying none of the Express Crew turned up to save her right now.

“Your face is getting red from holding it in, you know. You really are such a trooper, but this is one of life’s little inevitabilities…”

Kafka’s lilting voice ate away at her already frayed and frazzled nerves, and the gray-haired Trailblazer screwed her eyes shut with a stubborn shake of her head, her cheeks puffed out from the effort of containing her laughter. Her arms strained against the manipulated ‘spider web’ Kafka bound them in, itching to wrap around her torso, to find some measure of protection from the deft squeezes coursing up and down her sides.

“Aw, that’s adorable…” The Stellaron Hunter laughed, her tone condescending yet her intentions genuine; “Come on, sooner or later you’re going to explode…”

Stelle tossed her head with a strangled whine, gritting her teeth – only for her resolve to absolutely crumble once Kafka finally dug her fingers into her underarms, her eyes flying open alongside an almost out-of-character squeal.

“Eeyaaah, nonononohoho, not – not thehere!”

“Oh? Is that a sensitive spot?”

“Plhehehease!!”

Kafka merely chuckled along with her prey as Stelle melted, practically putty in her hands, her will temporarily broken down. 

Sooner or later, someone from either faction would find them, and their fun would be over. Until then, Kafka would enjoy her playtime with her Trailblazer, and Stelle would gleefully bask in the doting attention until her crewmates teased her for it later.

[bunekadepano]

A metamorfose - Kafka (teorias malucas)

Já leu A Metamorfose, um grande clássico da literatura, do autor Franz Kafka? Bem, reuni umas teorias malucas e troquei com uma amiga no whatsapp. Vim compartilhar com vocês. Mas antes, vamos ao resuminho para quem não conhece: A Metamorfose conta a história de um jovem que, muito cansado do trabalho e de tudo, não consegue sair para trabalhar, fica trancado em seu quarto, definhando, com altos…

[otomiyaa]

Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

31 Tickle Drabbles in October 🧡

Hi all! This will be the post where I'll eventually collect my Tickletober fics in a masterlist, starting tomorrow! I'll be using the #lovelytickletober list made by @lovelynim.

The plan is to write tickle drabbles for each day, pairings/fandoms were chosen by yours truly for maximized self-indulgence but hopefully there'll be something that you guys can enjoy with me💕

I'll do something I didn't do last time which is announcing my pairings before publishing the fics👇 This because for most I've got the ideas and outlines pretty much done so I want to make it difficult for myself to change my mind at the last minute!

LINK TO AO3 COLLECTION

Day 1: “Ready?” - Lee!Chigiri x Ler!Kunigami (Blue Lock)

Day 2: Accident - Lee!Chilchuck x Ler!Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)

Day 3: Cleaning - Switches!Hoshina x Kafka (Kaiju No. 8)

Day 4: Upside down - Lee!Loid x Ler!Yor (SPY x FAMILY)

Day 5: (Un)tie - Lee!Yuri x Ler!Otabek (Yuri On Ice)

Day 6: Order - Lee!Kuroo x Ler!Tsukishima (Haikyuu)

Day 7: Teaching - Lee!Solomon x Ler!Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Day 8: Exposed body part - Lee!Boothill x Ler!Argenti (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 9: Dance - Lee!Adachi x Ler!Kurosawa (Cherry Magic)

Day 10: In secret - Lee!Henry x Ler!Alex (Red, White & Royal Blue)

Day 11: Noise - Switches!Ed x Winry (FMA Brotherhood)

Day 12: Wall - Switches!Clark x Lois (My Adventures with Superman)

Day 13: Alone - Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)

Day 14: High - Lee!Hachi x Ler!Nana (Nana)

Day 15: Faking it - Lee!Hisashi x Ler!Mao (Tasogare Outfocus)

Day 16: Doctor - Lee!Sawyer x LerJack (LOST)

Day 17: Underwater - Lee!Xiao x Ler!Aether (Genshin Impact)

Day 18: Clothes - Lee!Deku x Ler!Bakugou (BNHA)

Day 19: Make up - Lee!Gepard x Ler!Sampo (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 20: Posing - Lee!Lyney x Ler!Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

Day 21: Singing - Lee!Dan Heng x Ler!Caelus (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 22: Cheating - Lee!Miyamura x Ler!Hori (Horimiya)

Day 23: Money - Lee!Jinshi x Ler!Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

Day 24: Bully - Lee!Reader x Ler!Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

Day 25: “No.” - Lee!Wade x Ler!Colossus (Deadpool)

Day 26: Timer - Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 27: Picky - Lee!Cherry x Ler!Joe (SK8 the Infinity)

Day 28: “The number you have dialed…” - Lee!Takeda x Ler!Ukai (Haikyuu)

Day 29: Help - Lee!Moze x Ler!Jiaoqiu (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 30: Magic - Lee!Frieren x Ler!Himmel (Sousou no Frieren)

Day 31: Rest - Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka (Wotakoi)