THIS MADE ME CACKLE SO BAD EHAT HAPPENED TO ANAXA.

anaxa renders - splash & trailer screenshot

render rules/tos:

reposts ok, if credited to @clowdywings

don't claim as yours

unless otherwise stated, personal & commercial use okay

more renders in my google drive

request renders in my discord server

Been seeing a disturbing amount of Pro-ED content on my FY so I’m going to counteract this with this:

YOUR F/O LOVES YOU! No matter what you eat! They love your rolls, your curves, your belly! They’re apart of you and love it all AS MUCH as every other part of you! It’s all beautiful to them!

guys would we fw revexa sticker sheet/pack

Im thinking of cooking smth

everything for everyone 🙏

may all anaxa wanters be anaxa havers indeed :3

pat me on the back for wonderful money management skills..💔🥀

I sacrificed my money for every Anaxa wanter, may he bless our accounts🙏

They had Anaxa tied up in his trailer for a reason, it's so that you could grab him easily

It can be both tbh I use it in “matching my level of insanity” too so..

I cannot begin to explain to you the disappointment I felt on finding out that “match my freak” was a sexual thing and not a level of how insane you are with your friends

can i request a doomed anaxa x fem reader like reader dosent want him to constantly use his own body for his alchemy research stuff , he understands her but does it anyway

uhh angst with comfort or angst with no comfort u can decidee

and also thank you for the amazing fics u writee ❤❤❤

Shards of Gold

He understood that he was hurting not only himself but her too, yet he could no longer stop himself.

Anaxa burned with alchemy. Not just interested – he lived it, ready to give everything down to the last drop for an answer. A mind as sharp as a razor, focused on knowledge. His body was merely a vessel, which he unhesitatingly laid on the altar of science.

You always knew what you were getting into. From the very beginning, from that dreadful moment when you saw him inject a murky reagent into his vein, testing how quickly the wounds would heal. You understood: it wouldn't be easy. But you naively believed you could handle it.

Anaxa was neither evil nor cruel. He always listened to you, took your trembling hands in his, kissed your temple when you cried from helplessness. He smiled guiltily when you found him in the laboratory, drowning in shards of test tubes and bloodied bandages.

"You understand why I need this, don't you?" he once whispered, lying in bed with a bandage on his chest, where just recently he had been tinkering, implanting some glowing crystal. "If not me, then who?"

You understood. But that didn't make it any easier.

You saw his skin lose its vibrant color, how a strange golden sheen showed through beneath it, pulsing under his veins. His eyes became deeper, heavier, as if someone were slowly dripping light into them from another world.

You whispered: "Stop. Please."

He hugged you tightly. He was silent, stubbornly pressing his lips together. And he continued his mad experiments.

Sometimes you were overwhelmed by the desire to smash all those cursed flasks to smithereens, lock his laboratory with a rusty padlock, tear the blueprints to shreds. You wanted to scream, to sob. But you knew: he would simply start all over again. On the cold floor, on his knees, writing formulas in his own blood.

You sat beside him when he lost consciousness after another experiment. You held his lifeless hand, listened to the erratic beat of his heart. Silently swallowed tears until he opened his eyes and looked at you with that same guilty smile.

"Forgive me... I shouldn't have... But I was so close..."

Sometimes you dreamed that one day he would wake up and say: "That's it. Enough. I choose you."

But he chose his formulas, theorems, mad experiments again. And his sacrifice – himself.

You didn't leave. Ever.

But every new scar on his strange, changing body left a painful crack in your heart.

And with each passing day, the light within you faded. Not because the love was gone, but because love is not always capable of conquering obsession.

One day you sat in the dim light, watching as the light passed through his almost transparent figure, as if through a cloudy glass covered with a network of fine cracks. He was no longer the young man you had once loved. He had become something else. He had become alchemy itself.

You loved him. And that love caused unbearable pain.

Because he would never stop.

And because you would still stay by his side. Even when he crumbled into golden dust and ashes.

And you would remain the last one to remember what he was like before he became obsessed with his mad dream.

How does this version sound to you? I think it has become a bit more vivid, with more emphasis on the heroine's feelings and inner experiences. We tried to avoid repetitions and make the descriptions more figurative.

“how did you grow out of your insecurities?” I realized I did not gave a single fuck

One cool thing about being asexual is that your self worth is completely independent of how attractive you are. I don't have to give a single shit about whether there's anyone on God's green earth who wants to fuck me because there's not a single person I want to fuck. I'm free. I'm also hot as fuck but it's completely irrelevant. It only matters to the extent that it lets me get away with not caring about how I look

not my proudest work but honest work..

never stop writing for anaxa, you are giving me many delicious ideas

OMG??? Literal ART in my humble inbox??? 😭 The Chibi-naxa going “...”, the skrunkly looking one at the back giving a thumbs up (he's so stupid helppp), the SUS-NAXA??? And of course the man™️ in the middle. My heart actually skipped a beat, I loooooove the way you did his hair and how he's looking down??

I give this an Anaxagoras/10. Please take responsibility for the cuteness aggression you gave me D:

why tf all my moots dead bru where are yall💔💔💔

I also realized I never properly yapped about furina despite kinning, yumeing and maining her all at the same time

I need to change my theme asap.. Luv Castorice and purple but my soul yearns for my true self