‘m Gonna Be Late To Cram School AUGHHH💔💔

Anaxa can feed me burnt tree branches and I would eat it without questioning

Im not mentally well about this man

So, the meal situations of the Yandere Amphoreus Men are basically —

Mydei : Balanced and nutritious diet, rich with protein and flavor. Keeps things like food allergies in mind, will remember your favorite flavors and tries to cook every meal himself (unless he's extremely busy). You are NOT starving under this man's watch.

Phainon : Has the food ordered from the best restaurants in the city. Maybe he knows a certain dish from his home that he cooks occasionally? Other than that, don't let him come near the kitchen.

Anaxa : The tears of your past lovers and enemies who he keeps in his basement.

DELICIPUS

thank you for the food🙏

let's take ibuprofen together

sorry i need thisc rop i need to see him closer *sniiiiiffs the screen* okay thanks for watching me do that guys haha

also if this happens to look like a sketch, thats just my style sos😓my attention span cant do lineart💔💔also i suck at rendering so everything is a guessing game for me. bruh i just suck.

hihii!! may i request anaxa and sunday with a reader who likes putting up fronts? like they would constantly play these roles with vast personalities, put on masks, copy/mirror other’s mannerisms, till the point they don’t even know who they are anymore or their “true self” is? sorry if this doesn’t make sense >_<

🎭 anon

𝙃𝙎𝙍 𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙋𝙐𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙉 𝘼 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙆 ᯓ★ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: anaxa, sunday ᯓ★ rules | masterlist | 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 ᯓ★ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ᯓ★ 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀:

#𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗫𝗔

he picks up on it pretty fast - not because he’s offended, but because he knows the game.

you're a different person around everyone. loud and dramatic with one group, quiet and perceptive with another. even around him, you shift. sometimes you're flirty, sometimes aloof, sometimes overly agreeable in ways that feel just a bit too practiced. it’s like you’ve memorized entire personas and swap them in depending on who you’re speaking to.

most people wouldn’t notice. anaxa does.

he doesn’t call you out right away. he watches. listens. and when you’re quiet - when you finally let the performance drop for even a second - he slips beside you with this low, thoughtful hum.

“do you ever wonder who you'd be if you weren’t trying to be so many things at once?”

you tense up. a mask almost clicks into place, but he lifts a hand - easy, no pressure - and adds, “don’t give me a rehearsed answer. i'd prefer if you give me nothing at all, if that’s easier.”

he isn’t pushing. he’s just there. he doesn’t need a grand confession, or for you to tear yourself apart trying to be honest when even you aren’t sure what that means anymore. he just wants to see the version of you that’s not trying so hard.

sometimes, when you’re tired, when your face hurts from smiling and your voice doesn’t sound like your own anymore, you sit with him in silence.

he likes that version. the one that slouches a little, whose hands fidget with fabric threads, who sighs without having to explain why.

and he’ll keep showing up for that person, over and over. even if they don’t know who they are yet.

#𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬

he’s soft in ways most people don’t expect - cerebral, almost dreamy, but sharp enough to see through the cracks.

when he watches you shift and adjust in every room you walk into - your voice morphing, your body language echoing whoever you’re with - he doesn’t see dishonesty.

he sees someone exhausted.

you joke about it sometimes. how good you are at fitting in. how people always seem to like you. but there’s a hollowness behind it. sunday hears that too.

and one day, when the two of you are walking quietly through a garden or a hallway or some quiet, glass-and-gold room filled with nothing but sun and dust motes, he finally says:

“you don’t have to prove you belong to anyone. not with me.”

you blink. the words hit something raw.

he tilts his head gently toward you. “and you don’t have to disappear into everyone you meet, either. you’re allowed to just be. even if you don’t know what that is right now.”

his tone isn’t pitying. it’s inviting. not trying to strip your masks away, but offering a space where you might set one down - just for a minute.

when you ask, quietly, “what if there’s nothing underneath?”, he only smiles. small and certain.

“then we’ll build it together.”

he doesn’t flinch when you’re inconsistent. doesn’t correct you when your personality slides from one edge to the next. he just keeps showing up, offering softness without condition.

and maybe - just maybe - being seen like that is the first real thing you’ve felt in a while.

©𝗖𝗢𝗣𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ● @lampridius 2025

after seen the Anaxa story leaks, All I can say is It would’ve been easier to just shot me in the head yk

guys Im cooking up some revexa pls be patient🥀🥀

drew this thinking they'll be having the banners at the same time but no 😔 — anyways i think they'd get along

May this world never have need for a D̶̛̛͉͎̋͒̈́̓̈́̓͊̾̎͐̿͐̃ē̴̛̼̥̤̠͍̝͑̊͝l̵̥̺͎̯̼̺̏̍̒̉͗͋͂̍̂͛̍̒̏͝ͅi̶̲̞̖̝̣̍̔̔̏̐̐̎̓̾̊̕̚v̸̨̘͚̹͇̦̠̣͓̑̋̈́̆̀́̇̎̅ȩ̵̛̥̣̱̥̥̖̣̪͕́̈̾̿̓̈́̅̂̍̚ȑ̴̨͈̜̝͍̗̺̯͌̌̀̈́̊̀̕͝ȩ̷̟̱͙͉̝̮̫͕͉̭̰̻́̈́̍̊̐̔̎͛̓ͅř̵̡̈́́͠.̵̧̞͈͉͈̘̻̭̩̞̦̳̪͚̗̈̋͑

Everything was way too good I already rewatched like 10 times💔💔💔 Im going to think about this all day oh my god

harmony

what do we think about the trailer.

The things I will say has never been said before

ARGFFHHAHAHAHHAAHDHDJAA

It exceeded my expectations!!! And by a LOT. I thought it would be something silly or wouldn't even go past a minute but nope nope. The visuals, his lines, THE BEAT DROP?? Goodness. I'll be watching it on repeat.

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

if they cant match my freak I dont want them