I Was Talking About Moze With A Friend And Then This Spiralled From There - Still Not Quite Sure How

Self aware anaxa (or any of the amphoreus cast at this point), and how he'd likely have a very different experience becoming aware post 3.2 has been all I can think about recently. This is more of a warm-up/ drabble with the idea before I flesh it out more. Just trying to find a way I feel comfortable writing him at the moment.

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He was dead, that much he could be sure of. His plan to fuse his soul with the titan Cerces to become the titan in the next cycle was successful; he had felt his body dissolve and had dropped the core flame into the vortex of Genesis. 

So, how was he here? 

No matter, as the demised scholar Anaxagoras, time is the only thing preventing him from knowing the truth. 

Ultimately, every time he made any progress in finding out what was happening some other odd trait about his current predicament made itself aware. It started small, music playing as he was going about amphoreus, the area around him pausing here and there, barely noticeable.

Then the events started to escalate, he discovered that he couldn't speak to anyone. In fact, whenever he went to try he had the intriguing yet infuriating feeling of being absent from reality for the conversation made itself apparent, the sensation of not being in full control of his body at times eventually growing to all of the time and then there was the fight against Aquila. 

That seemed to act as the catalyst for these strange phenomena, as everything intensified afterwards. Shortly after the conclusion of the fight… 

He was no longer on Amphoreus. 

He didn't have control of his body, fights were taking turns, chests were littered behind puzzles, it was like he was skipping around in time and visiting events and battles that should have long since passed. 

It was as if someone was playing a game.

It was as if someone was playing a game.

And suddenly that hypothesis made sense. Rooting itself in the professor's mind, all he needed now was proof. Proof that there was a player. Then he could work on a method to make himself real, to gain power over his new reality. This new truth. 

Naturally, he met or rather interacted with you, shortly after this revelation. It didn't immediately click that you were the player, the person for whom he was essentially a glorified puppet, but it did in time. 

He didn't intend to fall for you. 

Of course, he hadn’t yet, no matter how purely logical he tries to be. Well. Don’t romance and reason go hand in hand, he shouldn’t feel ashamed to embrace such feelings. 

Try as he might, he couldn’t catch your attention no matter what actions he took. Triggering voice lines where and when he shouldn’t be able to; wrenching control back for the briefest of moments; sneaking extra rewards into your inbox, no jades of course, he couldn’t be too obvious for his safety; and even sending more in game messages than he was scripted with, given half of them are obscured behind anonymous icons. All for nought as you simply dismissed it all as glitches or simply lag from whatever device you were using to run it. 

It drove him insane. Bit by bit, denial after denial of his existence, you weren't questioning any of it. But fine. That's fine. He'll just have to work harder. 

The actions he takes get more prominent, more daring. It's not a simple matter of clueing you into it anymore, he has to prove his existence to you now. It's not something the professor is entirely used to, usually proving his own theorems to himself, others are rarely worth his time. 

One day he decides to clear out the rest of the team you'd assigned him to, hoping that if you logged in to him and only him then something might finally register. It succeeds in a way, gaining him a panicked logout from you when you noticed how every character other than Anaxagoras was knocked out. 

Progress. 

Small, but there. Tangible, real. He'd make you fall for - see him, in time. 

It’s no longer something in short supply now that he'd already fulfilled his position in the plot.

plush

Of course I had to draw Ratio as one of the Furiae Philosopher enemies

I'm putting my new art degree to good use 👍

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HII I saw you asking for requests so here I am!

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hsr men (mostly maybe Sunday, phainon, mydei, aventurine, Anaxa) feeling cuteness aggression towards reader? fluff I think!

take your time and thank you! 🙏

cuteness aggression

ft. sunday, phainon, mydei, aventurine, anaxa

tags : biting (with love), pda, physical touch, squeezing/tugging/tickling reader, FLUFF!

a/n : hii anon! this is my first ever request on this acc so i hope you enjoy it 🫶 i haven't written tooth rotting fluff like this in a long time so i hope it turns out fine 😭

SUNDAY

he usually expresses his affection in more subtle ways, no outward physical touch or pda

but there are moments when the aggression completely consumes him

you can tell he wants to touch you, or at the least do something to release the tension in his heart

but knowing sunday, he would never voice his desires out loud in fear of making you uncomfortable, so he just sits there, trying to keep his hands to himself

you have to admit, he looks so cute when he’s internally squealing over your cuteness like some teenage girl

often, you would give him the push he needs, encouraging him to show his affection to you as he pleases

and he takes the chance, despite still being shy

“you should try some, it’s really good!” you point to the mochi laid out on the table. after another one of the astral express’ expeditions, march 7th had brought back some desserts for the crew to share. you’re sitting across sunday, enjoying the delicacies after a fulfilling lunch.

sunday nods, moving his fork to prod at the food. but his gaze is zoned in on your cheeks that are currently stuffed due to your lack of self control when it came to sweets. you notice his fingers tighten on the end of the utensil as he bites his lips, as if he was trying to hold himself back.

“if you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just asked, y’know?” you say.

“n-no, it’s okay—” sunday stutters, flustered having been caught red-handed.

“i insist,” you lean across the table, offering your round cheeks to him.

your boyfriend sighs as he puts the fork down. his hand hesitates mid-air for a split second before he cups the side of your face. his fingers give your face a light squeeze before he admits, “you’re very adorable, (name).”

you smile dreamily and nuzzle your face deeper into his hand, satisfied at the affection your lover is showering you with.

PHAINON

he already has cuteness aggression towards you on a daily basis

he practically kisses every single part of your face every morning without fail. it’s become a routine at this point

fun fact : his favorite thing to do is squish your cheeks together and kiss your puckered lips

phainon usually has some degree of self control and keeps his aggression mild

but when you act particularly adorable, things get a bit…intense

you’ve witnessed him have to stop himself by screaming into his fist and physically suppress his desire

sometimes he fully loses control and takes ACTION. the furthest he’s gone is biting you either on your cheeks or a part of your hand

yes, he’s absolutely SHAMELESS

he doesn’t know why, the feeling just overtakes him and he can’t stop when it comes to you, even in public (run.)

“…what are you doing?” you ask. phainon stays silent next to you, his eyes zoning in on the cute jewelry you sported on your hand. the jewelry the he gifted you. “hello? earth to phainon??” you wave a hand in front of his face but it was no use.

“so pretty…” he murmurs, entranced by the shiny silver and gold. phainon intertwines your fingers with his and squeezes (affectionately).

“babe, stop,” you hiss, trying to pull your hand away from his grasp.

he pulls it right back, gently kissing your knuckles. his kisses move up your body, to your neck, then face. “muah!” he smooches your cheeks dramatically, leaning in subtly again before biting you.

“phainon,” you gasp turning to him in disbelief, “we’re in public!”

“so?” he drops his head to your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

you can only sigh, letting him do as he wishes. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his display of affection, even when it can get embarrassing at times. and who are you to stop his advances anyway?

MYDEI

despite being aggressive on the front lines, mydei is gentle when it comes to you

he’s known the battlefield all his life, so mydei’s still pretty hesitant when it comes to physical affection

that doesn’t make him immune to cuteness aggression though ❤️‍🔥

it’s a brand new feeling for him—feeling aggression not with malice but with love instead

at first, he physically restrains himself because he’s afraid he might hurt you (he could never tho) and resorts to straying away from physical touch altogether

you watch him with a look of concern when he sits as still as stone and reassure him : “mydei, you can squeeze me i won’t die i promise!!”

you take his arms and wrap them around your body, squeezing yourself, “see? im fine!”

when he finally realizes he can touch you as he pleases without hurting you, all hell breaks loose

you two are lazing on the couch, ready to take an afternoon nap after another tiring fight against the black tide. mydei has you seated on his lap as he observes your sleepy face. he thinks you look cute like this, getting comfortable in his arms. your boyfriend slowly wraps his arms around you, drawing circles on your hips before squeezing your waist tightly.

“i can’t breathe!” you cough, trying to squirm out of his grasp. he loosens his grip on your waist, yet his hands never leave your body.

“just a little longer,” mydei settles his face onto your shoulder, placing gentle kisses on your skin. you relax after a while after he makes no other attempt to cut off your airway. and just when you feel like dozing off in the warmth of your lover, he bites you.

“OW!” you exclaim, shoving his face away. mydei remains nonchalant as though nothing happened when you turn to glare at him. the moment you turn away though, the tiniest smirk appears on his face.

he’s prepared to bite you again.

AVENTURINE

aventurine definitely loves physical touch, but he only showers you with affection in private

his touches are usually gentle and soothing, with the purpose of finding comfort in you after a long day at work

it’s rare for him to feel cuteness aggression, but when it happens, it unleashes something inside him he didn’t know existed

he’ll shyly squeeze you by the waist and kiss you just a bit more dramatically (with the muah! and all)

when you catch his actions and tease him for it, he suddenly gets shy and hides his face in your neck

“you can keep going, i don’t mind”

“hmmm i don’t know what you’re talking about”

once he gets more comfortable with these feelings, his sly nature comes out when you let your guard down

he usually takes the opportunity to rush in and tickle you, tackling you and trapping you between his arms

“stop it!!” you laugh uncontrollably as aventurine tickles your weak spots. your boyfriend has you trapped on the couch under him. “hmmm stop what exactly?” aventurine feigns innocence as he continues his actions.

“let go!” you squirm, holding onto his arms in an attempt to stop him. aventurine halts his tickles yet his warm hands still remain on your skin. “but you look so cute,” he gushes affectionately as he squeezes your waist. the blond flops his entire body onto yours, nearly suffocating you with his weight.

aventurine had spotted pictures of you and him doing cute poses stuck on the fridge when he came home from work. seeing you with your cheeks puffed out and lips smiling definitely awakened something in him.

“get off meee,” you whine. “noo, let’s stay like this for a bit” he nuzzles himself into your neck. and just when aventurine was about to fall asleep on top of you, you grab his waist and flip him over, smiling cheekily when he opens his eyes in surprise. your boyfriend is about to get a taste of his own medicine.

ANAXA

to be honest, no one knew that anaxa was even capable of cuteness aggression, not even anaxa himself

anaxa knows he loves you, but physical touch was never a major thing for him. he just wanted your company, and that was it. or so the thought

the first few times he feels cuteness aggression, anaxa thought there was something was wrong with him, either mentally or physically. but the feeling keeps coming back and so he has to experiment

at first, he tries all sorts of remedies to get rid of such feelings : drowning himself in research, teaching more classes, getting in even more debates (arguments)

but none of it worked, and anaxa realizes that he wasn’t feeling angry, he was feeling affection

and well, there’s no other way to relieve that besides…you

he's not very obvious about it when he randomly approaches you and shows physical touch once before walking away as if nothing happened

you’re confused at first but eventually catch on, assuming it's just his strange way of expressing love

and now you just let him do whatever he wants LOL

you’re minding your own business, making anaxa a drink before he has to leave for work this morning. the scholar walks out from your shared bedroom, properly dressed and ready to go. he observes as you hum to yourself in the droma pajamas you stole from him. the outfit looks adorable on you and anaxa senses the strange feeling in his heart again.

so when you finally give him the drink, your lover ignores your outstretched hand and instead pulls on your cheeks. hard. you’re stunned into silence staring at him as if he’d committed some kind of offense.

“what was that?” you ask after a long pause. the professor ignores you, plucking the drink out of your grasp as his feet quickly stride towards the doorway. “hey! you can’t just do that and walk away—” the door slams shut as he walks out.

you’re frozen in place, mouth agape at his sudden gesture of affection(??).

the audacity of this man.

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fanfic writers what font do you write in

i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever

shoutout to everyone dealing with. thhe fucking difficulty

now that i have your attention i would like to offer my personal headcanon that anaxagoras has some degree of trichotillomania and that's why they imply that he's losing hair in Keeping up with Star Rail. it's not usually apparent because he takes hyacine's hair growth medicine and he has a lot of very long fluffy hair but when he's stressed or deeply focused while working at his desk he has a habit of pulling at his hair and it's not something he notices until he has a bunch of loose hair in his hand. thank you