They Hate Men In General😭😭 Phainon Is An Exception Thats Fucking KEVIN KASLANA I Would Have Sued

guys.. guys do yall have any questions about Reverie/their lore I want to yap about them but nothing comes to my mind..🥀🥀

STOP BLAMING MY FAT FUCK ICA DID NOTHING WRONG

FAT PHUC ITS ALL YOUR FAULT 🫵🫵

AUGHHH

helia we need to scissor NOW

its the only way to save me from a deadly disease

I NEED HER OH MY GOD

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can i request a doomed anaxa x fem reader like reader dosent want him to constantly use his own body for his alchemy research stuff , he understands her but does it anyway

uhh angst with comfort or angst with no comfort u can decidee

and also thank you for the amazing fics u writee ❤❤❤

Shards of Gold

He understood that he was hurting not only himself but her too, yet he could no longer stop himself.

Anaxa burned with alchemy. Not just interested – he lived it, ready to give everything down to the last drop for an answer. A mind as sharp as a razor, focused on knowledge. His body was merely a vessel, which he unhesitatingly laid on the altar of science.

You always knew what you were getting into. From the very beginning, from that dreadful moment when you saw him inject a murky reagent into his vein, testing how quickly the wounds would heal. You understood: it wouldn't be easy. But you naively believed you could handle it.

Anaxa was neither evil nor cruel. He always listened to you, took your trembling hands in his, kissed your temple when you cried from helplessness. He smiled guiltily when you found him in the laboratory, drowning in shards of test tubes and bloodied bandages.

"You understand why I need this, don't you?" he once whispered, lying in bed with a bandage on his chest, where just recently he had been tinkering, implanting some glowing crystal. "If not me, then who?"

You understood. But that didn't make it any easier.

You saw his skin lose its vibrant color, how a strange golden sheen showed through beneath it, pulsing under his veins. His eyes became deeper, heavier, as if someone were slowly dripping light into them from another world.

You whispered: "Stop. Please."

He hugged you tightly. He was silent, stubbornly pressing his lips together. And he continued his mad experiments.

Sometimes you were overwhelmed by the desire to smash all those cursed flasks to smithereens, lock his laboratory with a rusty padlock, tear the blueprints to shreds. You wanted to scream, to sob. But you knew: he would simply start all over again. On the cold floor, on his knees, writing formulas in his own blood.

You sat beside him when he lost consciousness after another experiment. You held his lifeless hand, listened to the erratic beat of his heart. Silently swallowed tears until he opened his eyes and looked at you with that same guilty smile.

"Forgive me... I shouldn't have... But I was so close..."

Sometimes you dreamed that one day he would wake up and say: "That's it. Enough. I choose you."

But he chose his formulas, theorems, mad experiments again. And his sacrifice – himself.

You didn't leave. Ever.

But every new scar on his strange, changing body left a painful crack in your heart.

And with each passing day, the light within you faded. Not because the love was gone, but because love is not always capable of conquering obsession.

One day you sat in the dim light, watching as the light passed through his almost transparent figure, as if through a cloudy glass covered with a network of fine cracks. He was no longer the young man you had once loved. He had become something else. He had become alchemy itself.

You loved him. And that love caused unbearable pain.

Because he would never stop.

And because you would still stay by his side. Even when he crumbled into golden dust and ashes.

And you would remain the last one to remember what he was like before he became obsessed with his mad dream.

How does this version sound to you? I think it has become a bit more vivid, with more emphasis on the heroine's feelings and inner experiences. We tried to avoid repetitions and make the descriptions more figurative.

the funniest thing is I changed their design 3 days after posting this

Is this a safe place to share my hsr oc

Anaxa and a few other guys

Ohhhh piggybacking off the Vampire!Anaxa post (which im so in love with btw!), what supernatural creature do you think Phainon would be?

Another Vampire? Or perhaps a werewolf with how puppy coded he is? Or perhaps something else due to his possible connection to Flame Reaver?

Hm, for the au featuring Witch!Reader he'll have a very different role. I can't reveal what exactly I've planned for him yet, but I can give you this:

It's a fun little project I'm indulging on the side (and yes, all of the love interests will have separate endings this time). As soon as the Flame Reaver fic is finished, I'll start working on it :D

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.

If I get early E1 Anaxa I’ll write revexa oneshot 🙏

self shipping is like the biggest act of self love. it genuinely feels so healing. like yes I deserve love. yes I deserve a happy and fulfilling relationship. yes this 300 year old cryptid would smooch me.

F/o that knows you’re in constant pain so they try their best to make you feel better in anyway they can. Maybe that means researching ways to relieve it and helping make sure you’re as physically comfortable as can be. Maybe it means helping you perform tasks like showering or other body maintenance tasks that you don’t feel up to.

Or maybe it means wrapping you in a blanket and holding you tight. Maybe it means buying you something you’ve wanted to see your face light up even if it’s just for a few moments. Maybe it means distracting you and trying to make you smile with silly comments. Whatever way they choose to go about it, they love being there for you and being the person who gets to make life more bearable for you.