be so kind to excuse my momentary relapse into centricide, y'all.... oppunity yuri
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be so kind to excuse my momentary relapse into centricide, y'all.... oppunity yuri
To hell with it, here's another headcanon that no one asked for.
Ancap’s sunglasses aren’t just style—they’re ideology in object form.
They symbolize **detachment**, both physical and philosophical. By hiding his eyes, he hides himself—cutting off empathy before it can take root. The lenses are mirror-smooth, cold and reflective: you don’t see *him*, you see only your own warped image bounced back at you. Fitting, really—under capitalism, all human interaction becomes a kind of funhouse mirror: distorted by self-interest, stripped of sincerity.
He wears them always—in dim rooms, under flickering fluorescents, never taking them off. Not because of light—but because visibility is vulnerability. To be seen is to be known; Information is power.
“It’s just business,” he’ll say with a smirk. “Nothing personal.”
The shiny capitalist exterior masking who he really is—total anonymity as an armor.
But the truth cuts deeper: those sleek black frames aren't just armor against feeling—they're also… medically necessary.
Ancap can’t actually see worth a damn without them. He's short sighted, just like capitalism is.
His sharp gaze is entirely dependent on corrective lenses masked as fashion statements. He’d rather die than admit it though. Because needing help? That implies dependence—a flaw in the free-agent fantasy. And nothing threatens capitalist mythology more than the quiet truth that *none* of us are truly self-reliant.
If you take them off, Ancap will be rendered fragile and weakened, losing part of his powers.
He also hides deep dark circles, because I said so. Fuck you. We're going full in.
In counterpoint to Ancap's myopia, I also imagine Tankie's long-sightedness. He's far-seeing—able to envision a distant horizon, to plot out entire economic roads through history. But he's not without his own limitations—it takes time for grand plans to unfold. Picture him in his dim basement study, reading glasses perched on his nose. Under a warm reading lamp, he pores over Marx, a map of his vision unfurling across the desktop. Now imagine petting him on his head. Cute, isn't it? Checkmate liberal.
Yaoislop or yaoigem?
Lowk was just tweening testing for the love of the game.. still hate it won't be doing tweening ever again.
literally anything with Ancap x commie,, like it can be anything from beating each other up or them being all lovey dovey stuff I just NEED the oppunity
Got inspired by the ask I got so
I wanna draw more commie anyways I like making him have like. Closed eyes all the time or like when a character rarely opens them
First animation of the year !
I had this idea this morning, pre-centrixide pre-op tankie and ultra based pre-start-centricide post-op tankie.
I wish to be like tankie one day.
hi what do you think of. ancap x nazi x commie your honor
I think theyre fun