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Moss, 20, He/they

This blog features drabbles and short fics in various fandoms; currently focused on Honkai: Star Rail and Genshin.

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how my brain picks a new favorite character who sucks

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.

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

Anaxa in that one flashback in 3.3

anaxa doesn't seem like the type to call anyone by anything other than their name, but there's definitely a difference in the way he says your name compared to everyone else's. your name rolls off of his tongue fluidly, almost gracefully; he says your name like a prayer — with the utmost reverence. for a notorious blasphemer who shuns the gods, one would think that you were his god with how preciously he treats your very likeness.

if he were to use some sort of pet name... i think he'd settle on "my dear" or "dearest." it's nothing extravagant or exceptionally creative, but it's not lacking in affection.

"thank you, my dear," he'll murmur. anaxa speaks in hushed tones around you, as only you are worthy of seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

"enlighten me, my dear," he'll chuckle. he'll fold his arms over his chest during impromptu debates, his uncovered eye twinkling with mirth and curiosity as you explain your reasoning.

"good night, my dear," he'll whisper. in the dead of night when he thinks you're asleep in your shared bed, he'll slide in beside you and whisper an apology if you stir. "go back to sleep, dearest," he'll tell you if you begin to wake, his fingers brushing over the exposed skin of your waist beneath the sheets.