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Axel & Lea indie. private. multiverse / multiship. frequently nsfw. written by Agni. tracking: axplosion, eternalea

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INDEFINITE HIATUS.

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                              & s o m e h o w , all of this mess                                    is just my attempt to know                                          the worth of my life.

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Relationships Meme

I want to develop relationships between characters. When I say relationships, I don’t just mean platonic or romantic. I’m talking about the entire fucking spectrum that is the idea of ‘relationships’. So, because I can’t find any good memes for it, I’ma make one.

Send me one (or more) of the following for possible relationships you can see between our characters:

シ : For a platonic relationship. ♥ : For a romantic relationship. ♋ : For a sexual relationship. ø : For a mutually beneficial relationship (as in they’re only it it because it’s beneficial). ϡ : For our muses to be (mortal?) enemies. ?? : For a relationship dynamic that you yourself would like to explain. or a ❂ if you would like to discuss possible relationship dynamics between our characters if none of the above seem to fit just right, or if you just have no clue.

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I am soooo glad you're back. I missed you immensely. ( crescent-moon-jacket )

   // !!! Yesssssss oh my God! I missed you too!! We need to do a thread with Lea and Isa soon! Maybe one where they meet again after Lea ran off on that escapade with Ventus!

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fill out with muse info.

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name: Lea “Axel” Ignatius alias ( nicknames ): Axel, Flamesilocks, Firecrotch, etc. gender: ♂ age: ~24 - 25 date of birth: August 8th. spoken languages: English, Gaelic. romantic preference: panromantic sexual preference: pansexual occupation: Nobody working for Organization XIII || bartender / glass-blower’s apprentice. criminal record: attempted arson, battery, trespassing, etc. disorders: generalized anxiety disorder, chronic insomnia. eye colour: emerald green. hair colour: flaming red. height: 6′ even. scars: evenly scarred down his torso. Both hands show the wear of years of fireplay. overweight: no. underweight: to some degree - however, not unhealthily so. colour: red. food: ice cream. drink: soda. candy: Peeps. had sex: of course. had sex in public: yes. gotten pregnant: no. kissed a boy: yes. kissed a girl: yes. gotten tattoos: yes. gotten piercings: yes. smoked / drank / done drugs: all of the above. had a broken heart: yes. been in love: yes. needed surgery: no, but he has been to the hospital for minor injuries. stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes. a virgin: no. a cuddler: yes. a kisser: yes. scared easily: no. jealous easily: yes. trustworthy: no. single: in every verse but his Days verse. in a relationship: engaged in his Days verse. considered mean: no. harmed themselves: long ago. thought of suicide: no. attempted suicide: no. wanted to kill someone: yes. have / had a job: aside from being Shanghaied into Organization XIII, no. || student (drop-out), jumped straight into glass-blowing and bartending. fears: being forgotten. siblings: none. parents: two loving parents who are now unfortunately deceased. other: n/a children: none, no plans to have any. pet(s): he hopes to one day own a dog and a cat.

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alt!

meme;;

          He’s all black leather and fire and untamed fury and l o s s .          Emerald eyes set in a face like fucking porcelain burn with an          emotion that he’s supposed to be unable to feel, and God do they          narrow when he sees the Heartless. Do they narrow. His fingers          twitch as fire erupts from them, metal forming into the shape of          twin chakrams that he spins in each hand. There’s bloodlust in          those eyes now, and his weapons practically sing when they cut          through the first Shadow.          He’s a fucking freight train that’s out of control, a dangerous mind          and a renegade heart. And now…there’s no calming the firestorm.          He kills, and he aches. This shouldn’t have happened, he knows it.          Roxas shouldn’t have left, d a m n i t ! Shouldn’t have left him with a          chest filled with fucking lead and sorrow and p a i n !          No - this is what he fucking deserves.          When it’s all over, he stands, wreathed in fire and hell and destruction          unequaled. Those eyes that burned before are downcast, gentled,          even ashamed. His weapons are gone, his body is trembling, and the          enemy has retreated, but peace doesn’t reign. Not here. It never will.          So he turns to look at the boy he’s saved, posture relaxing as his          weary eyes focus tentatively on teal hair and frightened features.

       ❝ Well, well. ❞          And he speaks with a voice like fucking velvet.       ❝ You jumped into that fight without even thinkin’, didn’t ya?          Kid after my own heart, I’m tellin’ ya! ❞          There’s a chuckle, and he shifts around to face the boy fully.          He’s tall, probably just over six feet, but he’s built like a goddamn          sapling with how thin he is. He’s a fucking rail. Wiry. Perfect for          the assassin he is, and God, does he know it.       ❝ You’re welcome, either way. Oh, by the way… the name’s          Axel - got it memorized? ❞

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                                 Ｉ                                  ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ                                  ｉｔ                                  ａｌｌ                                  ｇｏ                                  ａｎｄ                                  ｂｕｒｎ                                  ｄｏｗｎ                                  ｉｎ                                  ｆｌａｍｅｓ

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did it ever occur to you

     i might like [ keeping ] what happened to me

                                                                      buried down d e e p ?

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                            l o v e  is                            being willing to       ｄ ｉ ｅ                  for someone.                      o b s e s s i o n is                       being willing to                                                                          ＫＩＬＬ                       for someone.                       for you,                               i’d do both.                                                                           so what does that say about me?

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day 117 — secrets

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TAG TEN  PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER or naw

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG

Tagged by: sxvagenymph

Name: 'Agni’ Date & location: 4/24, mountainous America Nickname: Agni, Axel, etc. Gender: female (but pronouns mean little to me) Sexual orientation: bisexual. Favorite movie: Pacific Rim, Big Hero 6, The Hobbit, The Babadook, Book Of Life. What I am wearing: um. Why? Clothing, I guess? (I’m wearing my Roxas wristband and necklace, but other than that, nothing of note. :T Just jeans and a tee.) One place that makes you happy: I had my own Secret Spot just like Lea does, but I no longer do anymore since my sister moved from that house. ; ; Now? My apartment. Last book you read: The Professor Of Secrets.

Tagging: um shit. e-xiii-st, volkmond, melodixus, i have no clue. do it if you want?

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I am wildfire cloaked in skin.

touch me and burn (via ahbutimavillain)

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🎀 neck / chest / arms / waist

✸ → ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ;;   ↳ playmate, deep admiration, love, protectiveness, let’s be closer

    Axel smiled as he couched up to his fiance. After a brief kiss, he began to     tie ribbons of his own on Saix in the same places.

❝ - - ᴛʜᴇ feeling is mutual, Isa. - - ❞