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acheswan..

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Castorice 🦋

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Anaxa in that one flashback in 3.3

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anaxa/goras/ 🌌

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amphoreus chrysos heirs

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Your day at a glance: There are many ways to let people back into your life.

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Choose your punk-goth-metal-glam-rock fighter

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i think about it sometimes

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hiiii artdump with a bunch of doodles paintings and also merch wips bc i TOTALLY DIDNT GET DISTRACTED GUYS I PROMISE IM WORKING ON THEM

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The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) dir. Francis Lawrence

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"it happened just yesterday"

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Gintama stickers

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(reader here is described as fem)

loose collection of thoughts for a mildly normal anaxa (non-yan but still weird) and you, his beloved wife:

he keeps a small notebook on him to record his thoughts/impressions for the sole purpose of sharing them with you later.

he vehemently denies it, but the mere mention of you has his features softening. just thinking about you is good for his health because it instantly elevates his mood.

his students love when you attend his lectures because he's less harsh when they make mistakes.

since anaxa insists on conducting one-on-one oral exams instead of traditional tests, his more brazen pupils used to ask to practice with you, as you're the most familiar with how his mind works. he put an end to this practice when it started cutting into the time you could spend together.

anaxa once learned a language thought to be lost because you expressed an interest in a book written in the its script. he dutifully translated the work, adding annotations wherever he knew you'd have questions. the finished piece was an anniversary gift.

almost all of the times he's smiled in his adult life are attributed to you. you have a knack for bringing out his more lighthearted side, though he'll only ever show it in private.

he has some difficulty sharing you with others, especially those with warmer dispositions. he's always had this fear that you might wake up one day, decide he's too much trouble, and move on. you are essentially his only social contact, as he's always viewed maintaining friendships to be a waste of time. he'd be left utterly alone without you.

he makes caustic comments about the company you keep whenever these doubts intensify. it's normally small, petty remarks, but you can tell it's a symptom of a larger issue. should you make your displeasure known, he'll try and watch his tongue. he secretly still judges your companions because he doesn't believe anyone is worthy of your presence (even himself, occasionally).

not sfw beneath the cut!

this man's libido skyrocketed when he met you. he went from being apathetic about sex to blushing at the sight of your collarbones in a matter of days. you did a number on him.

he finds it a bit embarrassing, but he's gotten hard just from engaging you in a battle of wits. especially when you're heated about the topic. the passion in your eyes, your willingness to challenge and subvert him; it gets his blood rushing south. there's a reason why he crosses his legs when you're in the throes of making a point you're particularly proud of.

anaxa kinda forgets about chasing his pleasure because he gets so immersed in exploring you. he's very interested in your body, especially once he discovers where you're most sensitive. watching you squirm, pant, and moan might be more gratifying than any scholarly endeavored he's pursued.

really has a thing for fingering you. he just likes the sight of his digits slipping in and out of your pussy, how they become coated in a thin sheen, the way your head lolls back when he makes a come hither motion... he would finger you for hours if you let him.

his actions are often accompanied by his verbal observations. you don't know how he manages to say half the stuff he does with a straight face, but expect to hear the low hum of his voice near your ear frequently. he talks you through everything yet isn't content until you're left incoherent.

he struggles to last long when he's finally inside you, because he's so overwhelmed by how attractive you are and how good you feel around him. the first time you rode him he barely lasted a minute, the poor guy was fighting for his life. he gets flustered about it despite your reassurance.

he tries to keep his noises to a minimum, but the closer he gets, the less possible it seems. you know he's about to come when he makes these breathy, high-pitched noses, though he tries to muffle them against your neck.