i didn't manage to get any recordings of ghe mikasa one, but here are my layers. the artstyle is slightly different that the teto one, but that is because i bought a new drawing tablet in between the two. I'm serious.
anywho, there isn't much of a sketch in this one as i was going off my gut and wasn't trying to make it look perfect anyway.
yyeaaa, i drew the details of the eyes on the wrong layer.. but i was too lazy to redo it.
translation: "you're tracing, aren't you? it's clear as day
if so, please credit the original :)"
hi, so it really break my heart to see someone accuse me of tracing. i completely understand why, i won't put any blame on you, but i will do my best to show to that i did not trace anyone whatsoever! i draw everything on magma (i send the sketch to my tablet to render on ibis, though), so i do not have full speedpaints, but i can and will show you my layers + small clips i have. please tell me what i must do if it does not suffice (人 •͈ᴗ•͈). thank you for remaining somehwat respectful, though. i appreciate it.
yes, the red outline is my sketch. i will send more in the following posts.
depression is a rabbit hole. as someone who is more than well acquainted with the experience of grappling with this condition, depression- or at least my experience with it- assumes the form of a rabbit hole; you trip once and you'll fall forevermore.
even the slightest disappointment is sufficient to ruin an entire day- and in the wake of that unraveling, frustration sets in for being so easily upset. that frustration, in turn, breeds a deeper sense of self hatred, which only compounds the anguish further. it is a vicious, self-perpetuating cycle. each emotional response feeds into the next in an unrelenting downward spiral with no clear point of intervention. i can't find any other way to describe it for me.
to illustrate it better, there was one instance that stuck with me: I found myself unable to stop resenting everyone around me. i hated my family. i hated my 'friends'. i hated my psychiatrist. but then that resentment turned inward, and I began to hate myself for feeling so much animosity toward others. then, I hated myself more for hating myself over it- I was basically being irrational. and you get the gist of it. because I perceived myself as irrational, I hated myself even more. it just kept layering and layering and layering itself again and again- there was genuinely no end in sight.
I could experience an ostensibly perfect day, yet something so trivial, so minute, so irrational would send me crashing down- and negative thoughts amplified tenfold just like that. eventually, I felt overwhelmed by everything, and I struggled to find a reason to even get up from bed, knowing that the outcome of that day would ultimately mirror that of the previous day. an insignificant inconvenience would bludgeon me brutally. sometimes, there wasn't even a discernible reason for me being upset; I found myself upset simply because I believed I did not deserve a positivenerated day. i was so, so, unbelievably irrational.
i'm not sure how to conclude this post. i just needed somewhere to share this. sorry and thank you.
to be completely transparent, I am often hesitant to join niche communities and fandoms due to the lack of fanmade content 😭. as an avid reader of fanfiction, I take pleasure in immersing myself in the substantial volume of works typically available within my usual fandoms. i frequently encounter this issue upon completing a story, series, or similar work that is relatively obscure, or when I develop an affinity for a character who is not widely recognized within the community. it is genuinely SO disappointing to discover only a maximum of two to three fanfictions. for instance, "Amnesia: Memories." It is one of the original titles, having been present since late 2013; however, surprisingly, there are not many fanfictions associated with it. is this how pulcinella fans feel..
i'm sorry but I do not know why people have begun to take pride in and display their negative traits as if they were genuinely commendable attributes to be proud of. for instance: "oh i'm lazy hell yeah i'm so awesome yay wow yayayay" or "i'm manipulative as shit yeah wow i'm so cool", or the like.
while I understand people discuss such traits publicly, this should only extend to contexts in which every party involved does not glorify these negative characteristics. "oh but you can find people you relate to!" yes! yes, by all means you can- however, it still does not mean that these traits should be regarded as aspirational qualities.
"but i'm proud of who i am!" splendid, but that is exactly the problem. you need to acknowledge the areas of improvement. we need to learn how to differenciate self esteem and self awareness.
that is why, for the love of God, I urge you all to stop referring to negative traits as something exceptional. we need to recommit to striving for personal improvement in contemporary society.
hard to believe i attempted exactly a year ago. but i'm here now. you guys are genuinely one of the pillars of my life so thank you so much for being here.
is that so? (´;︵;`) i'm so sorry i don't conform to your stereotype... (ᗒᗩᗕ)my mistake for failing to perform as the socially dysfunctional mastermind archetype you saw on TikTok edits !! (╥﹏╥)
if you're gonna send me asks like these, don't even bother coming to my blog. especially if you're hiding under the veil of anonymity. (ʃƪ＾3＾）
tw: yandere content, reader is pretty weak and fragile in this, implied kidnapping, floyd himself, might be a tad bit ooc, implied that he breaks your leg, threats, and the like under the cut.
note: when i published this, the formatting hsd an error and the whole thing repeated around halfway. forgive me.
The sun outside bathed the world in a gentle warmth, yet the way it caressed your skin felt anything but. You couldn't help but shudder in place the moment you heard the door slam shut.
"Shrimpy," Floyd's voice rang out, light and playful despite the situation. After locking the door, he approached you slowly whilst swinging the keys around haphazardly. "What were you doing by the door?"
A bit of context- That morning, a spark of inspiration ignited within you- a chance to escape from Floyd's suffocating grasp. He was absent, giving you a fleeting opportunity to act. You recalled a clever trick: the art of lockpicking with a hairpin, a skill you had pick up in your days back at home. With a mix of trepidation and determination, you leaned closer to the keyhole, fingers trembling as you retrieved your hairpins. Time seemed to stretch as you fumbled with the metal, each twist and turn met with frustration. Minutes passed, filled with the sound of your heart racing in your chest, until you heard a faint jingling of keys. Before you knew it-
BANG!
The door swung open with a force that echoed through the silence, shattering the tension in the air.
Floyd immediately caught sight of your disheveled form on the floor, holding hairpins. His eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a nonchalant "hm," before grasping your arm and hauling you up, dragging you into the predicament you now find yourself in.
He had pulled you into another room, setting you down on the floor and locking the only way in and out.
"Shrimpy, answer me." He demanded, pulling you out of your little trance. In an attempt to coax an answer out of you, he rested his hand on your head and gave you a gentle pat. "Are you scared of what I might do to you?" He murmured softly, only exacerbating your distress.
The only words that escaped your lips were a stammered, "I-I'm sorry..." Your voice trembled, cracking under the weight of your fear.
"Silly Shrimpy, that doesn't answer my question!" He chuckled, kneeling down pulling you into a warm embrace. "C'mon, why are you tearing up? I'll squeeze ya 'till not a drop of those tears remain, okay?~..."
You shifted subtly in his embrace, attempting to stem the flow of tears cascading down your cheeks.
"You're pretty naive, Shrimpy. You should know that I'm shielding you from the world out there. They're mean to cuties like you." He said, offering you a gentle squeeze. He was met with silence in response. Oh well, he'd let it slide this time. "By the way, this is the third time, Shrimpy. Third attempt." He stated, sending an unexpected chill coursing down your spine. Gradually, he caressed the delicate skin of your back, his fingers gliding down to your thighs... before tucking a stray lock of hair back and softly murmuring in your ear:
"...Say, Shrimpy, you won't need these legs anymore, do you?"
a/n: first time writing yandere work and i'm embarassed as shit
i had a thought about anaxa,,,, like,,, imagine ur coworkers at the grove and only really talk in passing but he finds out that you also have a fondness for dromases and he like comes and like, passive aggressively asks you on a date (that he swears ISNT a date) to go and feed and pet the dromases at the workshop,,, like just hanging out with anaxa and a dromas,,, it's so good (this isn't necessarily a request but if ur willing i think it could be a cute little oneshot ehe)
Anaxagoras x GN!Reader
A/N : i LOVE this and i LOVE you for sending me this. to those who enjoy my writing (if there even are any out there), please feel free to send me requests/thoughts! in fact, i ENCOURAGE you to. Sorry if this wasn't up to your expectations !! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
"Indifferent."
Such was the claim that most people would argue of Anaxagoras's character- yet the sight infront of you proved anything but. His eyes were glinting with a sort of excitement in them, yet his cheeks were slightly flushed. Despite that, he looked at you intently- the offer that he had extended lingering in the air.
To the furthest extent of your knowledge, the two of you were merely peers- interacting in passing or whenever duty demanded it so. He respected you yes, but Anaxagoras regarded you as nothing more than a co-worker. Consequently, you were left in a state of stunned disbelief at a sudden and abrupt invitation to visit the dromases together.
He had caught wind of your fondness for dromases when he overheard two students leaving your office.
"Did you see Professor Y/N's dromas collection just now?" one had exclaimed, eyes wide with surprise.
"Yeah, it's insane!" the other replied, nodding enthusiastically.
"I never knew they fancied dromases!"
"In all honesty, me neither."
This casual exchange, filled with surprise, reached Anaxagoras, prompting him to mutter 'dromases?' under his breath. The two students turned towards Anaxa's murmurs, realizing his presence.
"Ah- uhm... Hello Professor..."
In response, Anaxa merely mumbled to himself, then abruptly bursted into laughter and proceeded to walk away.
Next thing he knows, he's standing before you, about to extend an invitation to go see the dromases with him. The two of you stood in silence, aside from the chatter of students nearby mingling in the air. Unfortunately, you decided to take the initiative and be the one to kickstart the conversation, as you both had been staring at each other for a bit too long.
"... Good day, Professor Anaxagoras. Is there anything you require from me?"
"... Yes. I have heard of your profound admiration for dromases, and frankly, I must say, I wholeheartedly endorse it. It is truly invigorating to encounter a kindred spirit who shares the same enlightenment regarding the magnificence of dromases."
You tilt your head, smiling. "Is that so? I think I have indeed heard from others that you had a soft spot for dromases."
"Well, I do. That is why, I have come to invite you to visit the dromas workshop with me."
A pause.
"Huh?"
"It... It is not as though you have more pressing matters to attend to, correct? I mean, who would not wish to witness the majestic dromases? They are awaiting someone to acknowledge their grandeur. I suppose if you prefer to spend your day adhering to your mundane routine, that is entirely your prerogative." He scoffed, turning away from your gaze.
...
"Are you asking me out on a date?" You inquired in a slightly teasing lilt.
"You-" He paused, restraining himself from expressing any impolite remarks towards you. "Hmph. This is not a date; it is merely an invitation to jointly appreciate the wonders of Amphoreus. It presents an opportunity to exchange insights... However. if you prefer to refer to it as a 'date,' then I shall acquiesce."
You laughed softly. And titans, he didn't know why your laugh sounded so sweet- but it did. He quickly shot that thought down, internally cursing himself.
"I jest. I'd be delighted to visit the dromases with you!"
He immediately showed a change in demeanor, with a subtle smile emerging on his complex. "I am very pleased to hear that. Thus, we shall proceed to the workshop without delay. This instance." He haphazardly turned and walked away, mumbling multiple things under his breath and expecting you to trail him.
At the workshop, the two of you fed and pat dromases left and right. And yet, the whole time, Anaxa's one eye kept drifting towards you instead of focusing on the dromases before him.
"Did you know: The dromas language has thirty-two different regional variants." Anaxa stated at some point in time.
"I actually do infact know!" you exclaimed.
"... Neat." He mumbled, a small smile plastered on his face (one that he tried to wipe away, to no avail).
Throughout the day, you two shared facts about dromases with eachother, and Anaxa found himself enjoying this more than he had anticipated it. You were very knowledgeable regarding dromases, and actually had extensive experience with them. Consequently, you shared numerous narratives about these creatures with Anaxa, who listened with great enthusiasm.
At the end of the date (heh), Anaxagoras walked back to the Grove with you with a content grin on his face.
Safe to say, expect you'll be doing this quite often with him from now on. Don't worry, he'll make the time.
A/N : I'm sorry if it turned really ass towards the end. I was desperate to go to sleep but i really wanted to finish this for you ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
I have found something close to an Anaxa x reader being autistic together fic that I professed desire for previously. If anyone else has any fic recommendations of Anaxa x reader or Ratio x reader(separately) being very autistic together I would love you forever if you sent them to me!!
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