Franz Kafka

[the-metamorphasis]

"What? I have to do this...?"

"𝘔𝘺… 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻 𝘒𝘢𝘧𝘬𝘢. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱…"

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Name: Franz Kafka

Age: 31

Blood type: O

Birthday: June 3rd

Height: 5'9

Pronouns: He/him

Likes: All things ugly and disgusting, mango juice, money

Dislikes: Himself, overworking, nosey people

Ability: The Metamorphosis

His ability, The Metamorphosis, makes cockroaches follow him around constantly and grants him the ability to communicate with them. They scurry about into the city, gaining information and then reporting back to him. They come in large numbers.

However, the roaches cannot do any actual physical harm, even if they follow a victim. Killing the cockroaches is possible; just try smooshing them if you can. Kafka also cannot manifest new cockroaches.

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Rules ;

NSFW directed toward the character is fine, but not toward mod.

The only NSFW allowed is in a joking\silly way. I will not be writing nor participating in serious explicit stuff.

If you don't like the character, no need to be a bitch about it.

Anyone can interact. OC's, characters from the lightnovels, even crossovers are allowed.

Being flirtatious with the character is fine since I honestly find it funny

Mod is @kijimha\@casinoownersigma.

He\him for mod. They\them is somewhat fine, too.

[FACTS] + [BACKSTORY] + [ROACH NAMES]

[kijimha]

"You know, I... I hadn't intended for it to be this way. The worst part is, I don't really feel bad about it."

[the-metamorphasis]

Did you know there is a game based off of metamorphosis? I got to play as the GOAT Gregor Samsa and run around as a beetle. The ending absolutely blew.../j

I just really like bugs. Also cool character mod!!

OOC: ACTUALLY YEAH!!! THE MAZM VERSION RIGHT?? I played that for a while (but I didnt finish it) and I finished the Phantom of the Opera game too!

AND THANK YOUU I adore my little guu

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

Kafka's trying to say something, but it's clear he's nervous, if the tight grip on his cane is any telltale sign.

"I... um... excuse me," He starts, "Do you know if..."

– Franz Kafka (@the-metamorphasis)

"If… what?"

*Kris tilted it's head curiously*

[the-metamorphasis]

"Aah, nevermind, I'm– I'm sorry for bothering you," Kafka shook his head rapidly, practically shrinking into himself. "I just... no, no, my apologies..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"You weren't bothering me I was literally just-"

*Kris tosses it's cigarette to the side, snubbing it with gut's heel*

"What's up?"

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka bites his lip, chewing on it violently as his hand waves around, making some kind of odd gesture.

"Um... this might come across as odd– which, I won't blame you for seeing it as weird!– but... have you seen any... cockroaches, as of late? In the city...?"

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"I saw a bunch the other day, in like this little… hoard when I was in the park the other day? It was late at night so like it might've just been a trick of the light but like- yeah."

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka nods, opening and closing his fist repeatedly. "Hoard... okay, that's– perfect, alright. Er, again, my apologies for bothering you..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"It's okay why are you apologizing-"

[the-metamorphasis]

"I don't know!" Kafka all but shrieks, grabbing one of the longer ends of his hair to conceal his face. "I'm no good at talking to... people. I don't, er, go outside... at all..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"Oh. Fair enough I guess, neither do I. I spend most of my time bedrotting or playing guitar or smoking."

[the-metamorphasis]

"You play guitar...? I've always wanted to play an instrument. Namely something fancy, like the cello..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"I do, acoustic and electric. I also know how to play the violin and grand piano! I learned a lot of instruments as a kid-"

[the-metamorphasis]

"How admirable... do you– write any songs, or...? Do you just play whatever comes to mind...?"

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

Kafka's trying to say something, but it's clear he's nervous, if the tight grip on his cane is any telltale sign.

"I... um... excuse me," He starts, "Do you know if..."

– Franz Kafka (@the-metamorphasis)

"If… what?"

*Kris tilted it's head curiously*

[the-metamorphasis]

"Aah, nevermind, I'm– I'm sorry for bothering you," Kafka shook his head rapidly, practically shrinking into himself. "I just... no, no, my apologies..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"You weren't bothering me I was literally just-"

*Kris tosses it's cigarette to the side, snubbing it with gut's heel*

"What's up?"

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka bites his lip, chewing on it violently as his hand waves around, making some kind of odd gesture.

"Um... this might come across as odd– which, I won't blame you for seeing it as weird!– but... have you seen any... cockroaches, as of late? In the city...?"

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"I saw a bunch the other day, in like this little… hoard when I was in the park the other day? It was late at night so like it might've just been a trick of the light but like- yeah."

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka nods, opening and closing his fist repeatedly. "Hoard... okay, that's– perfect, alright. Er, again, my apologies for bothering you..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"It's okay why are you apologizing-"

[the-metamorphasis]

"I don't know!" Kafka all but shrieks, grabbing one of the longer ends of his hair to conceal his face. "I'm no good at talking to... people. I don't, er, go outside... at all..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"Oh. Fair enough I guess, neither do I. I spend most of my time bedrotting or playing guitar or smoking."

[the-metamorphasis]

"You play guitar...? I've always wanted to play an instrument. Namely something fancy, like the cello..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

Kafka's trying to say something, but it's clear he's nervous, if the tight grip on his cane is any telltale sign.

"I... um... excuse me," He starts, "Do you know if..."

– Franz Kafka (@the-metamorphasis)

"If… what?"

*Kris tilted it's head curiously*

[the-metamorphasis]

"Aah, nevermind, I'm– I'm sorry for bothering you," Kafka shook his head rapidly, practically shrinking into himself. "I just... no, no, my apologies..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"You weren't bothering me I was literally just-"

*Kris tosses it's cigarette to the side, snubbing it with gut's heel*

"What's up?"

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka bites his lip, chewing on it violently as his hand waves around, making some kind of odd gesture.

"Um... this might come across as odd– which, I won't blame you for seeing it as weird!– but... have you seen any... cockroaches, as of late? In the city...?"

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"I saw a bunch the other day, in like this little… hoard when I was in the park the other day? It was late at night so like it might've just been a trick of the light but like- yeah."

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka nods, opening and closing his fist repeatedly. "Hoard... okay, that's– perfect, alright. Er, again, my apologies for bothering you..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"It's okay why are you apologizing-"

[the-metamorphasis]

"I don't know!" Kafka all but shrieks, grabbing one of the longer ends of his hair to conceal his face. "I'm no good at talking to... people. I don't, er, go outside... at all..."

[the-metamorphasis]

UR INTO FAT GIRLS TOO? I LOVE YOU

"I think they're neat..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

Kafka's trying to say something, but it's clear he's nervous, if the tight grip on his cane is any telltale sign.

"I... um... excuse me," He starts, "Do you know if..."

– Franz Kafka (@the-metamorphasis)

"If… what?"

*Kris tilted it's head curiously*

[the-metamorphasis]

"Aah, nevermind, I'm– I'm sorry for bothering you," Kafka shook his head rapidly, practically shrinking into himself. "I just... no, no, my apologies..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"You weren't bothering me I was literally just-"

*Kris tosses it's cigarette to the side, snubbing it with gut's heel*

"What's up?"

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka bites his lip, chewing on it violently as his hand waves around, making some kind of odd gesture.

"Um... this might come across as odd– which, I won't blame you for seeing it as weird!– but... have you seen any... cockroaches, as of late? In the city...?"

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"I saw a bunch the other day, in like this little… hoard when I was in the park the other day? It was late at night so like it might've just been a trick of the light but like- yeah."

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka nods, opening and closing his fist repeatedly. "Hoard... okay, that's– perfect, alright. Er, again, my apologies for bothering you..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

Kafka's trying to say something, but it's clear he's nervous, if the tight grip on his cane is any telltale sign.

"I... um... excuse me," He starts, "Do you know if..."

– Franz Kafka (@the-metamorphasis)

"If… what?"

*Kris tilted it's head curiously*

[the-metamorphasis]

"Aah, nevermind, I'm– I'm sorry for bothering you," Kafka shook his head rapidly, practically shrinking into himself. "I just... no, no, my apologies..."

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

"You weren't bothering me I was literally just-"

*Kris tosses it's cigarette to the side, snubbing it with gut's heel*

"What's up?"

[the-metamorphasis]

Kafka bites his lip, chewing on it violently as his hand waves around, making some kind of odd gesture.

"Um... this might come across as odd– which, I won't blame you for seeing it as weird!– but... have you seen any... cockroaches, as of late? In the city...?"

[sickof-allthesepeople-talkin]

Kafka's trying to say something, but it's clear he's nervous, if the tight grip on his cane is any telltale sign.

"I... um... excuse me," He starts, "Do you know if..."

– Franz Kafka (@the-metamorphasis)

"If… what?"

*Kris tilted it's head curiously*

[the-metamorphasis]

"Aah, nevermind, I'm– I'm sorry for bothering you," Kafka shook his head rapidly, practically shrinking into himself. "I just... no, no, my apologies..."

[rabidmafiadog]

"This is BULLSHIT."

[jewel-kings-madness]

"This is an outrage!"

[the-metamorphasis]

"I'm into fat girls :)"

[candid-jackalope-leveret]

//ooc trauma candy salad reblog game ::)

"Hi, my name's Pin, my sisters killed my parents in front of me several years apart and I brought mini marshmallows." ::D

[sweetly-melt-me-darling]

My name is Yumi and when I was eleven years old I started dating this older guy and he accidentally caused me to develop an ability and when he broke up with me he said he only liked me for my body and that I shouldn’t be alive :) and I brought snow caps!

[plottwistemail]

"Greetings you may call me Princess. I lived in a mansion with my husband who is twice my age. I wasn't allowed any freedoms or anything and after a while my husband murdered me in our own home by ripping out my heart. I brought sugar plums."

[the-metamorphasis]

".....My name is Franz and my father shot me in the shoulder and called me vermin when I lost my office job.... and I brought apricots."

[the-metamorphasis]

What?! Ruined me?

My dear, birds are meant to fly! And I’ll flutter and nest in your soul.

So… (mwah mwah mwah!)

And you smell like beautiful roses!

-Bluejay~

"This... this really isn't right, you're too kind to me, and... I'm unattractive! I take care of insects! Er, er, a job, I don't have a job! Surely that's repulsive...?"

[the-metamorphasis]

Oh god! Almost forgot!

(MWAH!)

Nehehehe!

-Bluejay

"Wh... wh... did you– did I–

No! No, no, no! This isn't how kisses are supposed to go...!

My lips are chapped! My breath probably smells horrible... I've ruined you, ruined you! You shouldn't be... ack..."

[the-metamorphasis]

Has anybody ever told you that you are worth so much more than the cards you’ve been dealt?

That the people who have been yelling and hating on you are leagues of wrong, so wrong in fact that the fact they exist in in itself is wrong?

People love you.

You’re very a handsome dear.

-A little birdie~

"Love me...? Handsome...?!

Aaah... I think you've got the wrong man. I don't... yes, surely that's it. A miserable man such as myself has no business with someone as kind as you..."

[the-metamorphasis]

"How horrible I can't be one with my writing... to be what I create... to be art...

Instead, I have to go and feed Q because the last person who fed them died. Pray for my miserable self..."

[the-metamorphasis]

"The Armed Detective Agency knows about you and your services now," Brown says, sliding over the documents to Kafka. "So much for trying to erase traces of your existence."

The man looks over to the latter, who is hunched over in a chair and biting at his nails rapidly. His sickly face looks more ashen than usual and his palms appear to be especially clammy. Abruptly, he slams his fist weakly onto the table; it still ends up scaring the brunette just slightly.

"...So, they know, do they...?" Kafka all but cries out, "What an unlucky bunch..."