Lmfao @sweet-comatose

me when I imagine anaxa (affectionately) threatening me with his gun to study for my exams

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

we really need more characters like this in HSR, and not just in texts or side stories 😭

I would really be happy if he really turns out to be a morally gray character

anaxa please be an antagonist. an anti hero. a morally gray motherfucker. please

I would say yes to Anaxa’s boring ass date any day 😍

I really miss you HSR memes They're really funny 🤣 maybe we can have a version with Amphoreus men?

Yandere HSR Men Memes Part 4

Aww I’m glad you like em anon!🩷 Ofc you can!

Yandere HSR Men Memes Part 1

Yandere HSR Men Memes Part 2

Yandere HSR Men Memes Part 3

Yandere Genshin Men Memes Part 1

I have missed making these stupid memes<3

REVEXA POSTING!!!

Aughhhh the second pic is High school!AU Revexa so ye :3 maybe I’ll yap about it in the future

AUHHHHHGGKDKFF I love revexa I love the sillies

For supports, ruan mei, sunday, bronya, rmc are good choices.

I’ll assume you are using him as a main dps, scholar set will be the best option.

Izumo set is good, but if Rutilant has better ornaments, go for it.

Building sunday isnt exactly hard since 200 crdmg is mostly enough and is easy to achieve, so build him.

Doing the speedtuning with Jade’s spd boost in mind.

mostly huohuo is the best option for sustain but anything will do

I’m not sure which relic set i should use on Anaxa. I’m planning on using the Izumo rope set because I like him with Jade.

I don’t know which sustain and support I should do alongside too. I have Sunday but his build is bad.

Just found out that Anaxa LOVES dromas from the livestream so what about Anaxa who asks you out on a date and his best idea of a date is to spend time with dromas such as feeding them, petting, riding and buying dromas themed stuffs 😭

A Childlike Joy in the Soul

Who would have known that such a scholar as Anaxa, also called a blasphemer, loved to spend time with his beloved, feeding and petting dromas?

If there ever was a place capable of turning a stern heretic scholar into an ecstatic child, it was the dromas nursery. These majestic creatures, with their massive necks and kind eyes, were not just living beings — they seemed like living symbols of resilience and the stubbornness of life in this ever-changing world.

And so one day, in a rare moment free from debates, research, and arguments with Aglaea, Anaxa approached his beloved and, lowering his voice slightly, said almost solemnly:

"Come with me. I want to show you something important."

It wasn't an order. Rather, it was an invitation to that corner of his world where he let few in. Even his beloved was surprised at first: Anaxa usually kept his personal life to himself, especially his weaknesses. But noticing a barely perceptible spark in his eyes, she agreed without hesitation.

The dromas nursery greeted them with a warm breeze, the scent of damp earth, and a soft, low rumble as the majestic creatures stretched their long necks towards the feeders.

Anaxa seemed transformed. His gait became lighter, his gaze livelier. He led his beloved through the nursery between the enclosures, where massive geosaurs peacefully munched on red earth.

"This is Raloum," he said quietly, gently stroking the large flank of one of them. "He was injured during transport, but now... now he can wear a saddle again. Look how proudly he stands."

His beloved watched him with a smile. Strangely, even Anaxa's voice sounded different. Warmer. Deeper.

He took some red earth and offered one to her.

"They love it. Especially if you feed them by hand. Like this... carefully..."

The enormous dromas leaned towards her palm and gently nibbled the clay. Its breath was warm, and its eyes seemed wise and calm. She couldn't resist touching the rough skin on its neck. The creature purred contentedly, and a soft cooing sound escaped from somewhere in its chest.

"See? He accepted you," Anaxa said with undisguised pleasure.

Then he led her to an enclosure where young, saddled dromas stood.

"I've arranged a ride for two. Just you, me, and a leisurely path through the sun and blooming hills."

Riding the dromas turned out to be a special experience. These creatures moved smoothly, almost meditatively. Each of their steps echoed with a rhythmic vibration, and it felt as if the whole world slowed down in unison with their gait.

They rode side by side, occasionally exchanging glances without words. But words were not needed. Real happiness shone in Anaxa's eyes. His shoulders relaxed, and he even laughed when one of the geosaurs turned its head and tried to "steal" the remains of the red earth from his companion.

After the ride, they went into a small shop, cozily decorated with soft toys, jewelry, mugs, and books — all in the dromas style.

"This is silly, of course," he murmured, picking out a toy, but his movements were sure, and his voice held an almost childlike liveliness. "But... this pillow with Raloum's face will fit perfectly in the study."

His beloved simply smiled in response.

The one whom everyone knew as a cold, unwavering heretic, capable of questioning the very foundations of faith, now stood in a souvenir shop, hesitating between a mug with a picture of a smiling geosaur and a painting with a funny inscription: "I'm not late, I'm just moving at dromas pace."

In the end, he took both.

And in the evening, as they sat on the grass, tired and content, Anaxa laid his head on her lap and said with a light, uncharacteristic smile:

"Thank you for coming with me. I don't often show what's dear to me... But with you, I want to share."

That day, his usual mask of a scholar didn't so much crack as recede into the background. Because next to her, he could be more than just a heretic and a thinker. He could simply be a human being. A child at heart. Someone who knows how to laugh, feed giant lizards, and drink tea from a mug with a dromas picture.

Because next to her, he was himself.

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

//kind of a rant?

I act like I dont care but any form of feminine way of addressing makes me want to puke and extremely uncomfortable.

No, I dont care if you are joking, just my friend, or something else. I used to dont mind being called wife by my friend because husband was also uncomfortable but to be honest? Its starting to feel uncomfortable with being called wife too. No, it just feels like Im forcing myself to feel okay with it because I dont want to correct her (it makes me feel like those “woke” people everyone hates) but FOR GOD please. Do not call nonbinary people anything that is gender based unless you know if they are comfortable. Even if you are their friend. This is not just a silly concept some people actually feel uncomfortable and down because of it, like me.

I already struggle enough because my family is forcing me to be more feminine but when its done by someone Im open about my gender identity, it hurts even more. I think I just needed it to get it off my chest when I saw the post because holy shit I’ve been feeling down because of it

"when i say girlie, i'm also including nonbinary people, you're honorary girlies"

this is exorsexism.

being misgendered isn't the honour you think it is.

eyepatches will always be cool