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A huge thank you!

Okay so I don’t really want a huge post so I’ll try to keep it short (thought it probably won’t be): I procrastinate way too often to keep these ask blogs as active as I’d like them to be and neither of the groups my blogs belong to (Apparition Residence & Gay Dessert Anime) are very active anymore, so I’ve decided to close my ask blogs, though i will occasionally post/reblog my art or gift art (if relevant)!

To everyone that I’ve role played with and just the groups in general: I’ve had so much fun in the past year or so and it’s really been a blast to meet new people and make friends. I couldn’t have kept this up as long as I had if there hadn’t been anyone supporting me, so a gigantic thank you to everyone for helping me with the motivation to continue with my huge household of desserts and, for a short while, Axel.

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what better way to celebrate finishing my finals than being secretive about Axel’s backstory?

tutorial used: [x]

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Feel free to join Norinaga and Lan on twitter! #Apres

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ApresLand!Witch: Doki doki! Waku waku! /winks/ Become Flynn Rider from Rapunzel!

“This outfit is kind of stiff… Climbing a tower sounds like a pain, too, especially when I can’t see what’s at the top without my glasses…. I WILL do it for a princess, though–!”

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I wish you all best! May fortune be with you in whatever you do and I hope that this omamori will protect you from all evil and misfortune!

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Axel frowned, an attempt to ignore the fact that he wasn't great enough to earn a love letter. "Rin....Rin... I don't think I know anyone by the name. It's really a shame, but I think you'll have to give it to him yourself."—Not to mention the fact that he'd mistakenly think it was me who wrote it...

Changing the subject, Axel glanced around with a sheepish smile. "This is a little embarrassing, but have you seen my hat anywhere?"

♦️♦️♦️@Merle —nightmareaxel

12: My muse writes a love letter to someone; your muse accidentally reads it and thinks it’s for them. ((LMAO THI IS SO IRONIC BC MERLE IS STRICTLY ACE))

Merle walks through the halls looking for Rin, grumbling angrily about something that sounded like “stupid dare…” and weaving colorful words into the mix. She was just about to turn around the corner when she buMPED INTO AXEL–

“What the Hells?!–”

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What was that about a dare? Was it maybe... to confess to me?!

♦️♦️♦️@Merle —nightmareaxel

12: My muse writes a love letter to someone; your muse accidentally reads it and thinks it’s for them. ((LMAO THI IS SO IRONIC BC MERLE IS STRICTLY ACE))

Merle walks through the halls looking for Rin, grumbling angrily about something that sounded like “stupid dare…” and weaving colorful words into the mix. She was just about to turn around the corner when she buMPED INTO AXEL–

“What the Hells?!–”

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❥ ✈

❥  — a childhood memory ✈ — an eye-opening memory

((under the cut because the eye-opening is a bit long))

❥ —a childhood memory

The memory is blurry… I can’t remember much of anything from back then…

I see a small girl whose face resembles mine, sitting on a swing across from me. She’s laughing. Is she laughing at me? With me? Am I in someone’s dream? She looks so happy. I hope it was me who was able to make her smile so bright. Why can’t I remember who she is? Is she my relative? My sister? I vaguely remember grinning back at her, happy that she laughed at….…It’s no use. I can’t recall. When did my memory become this bad? Was I always a being that brings nightmares—? 

I look to the side again and my swing mate’s face warps into a demonic expression, forcing me out of my own memories.

✈— an eye-opening memory

3 years agoI blinked slowly, exiting the haze in my mind that was an aftereffect of controlling nightmares. Sitting with crossed legs on her chest, I looked down at the woman with the pang of pity I got after making an innocent have such terrible dreams. It’s something I have to do to survive, and yet…The woman gradually opened her eyes, widened them when she realized she couldn’t move, and started struggling. The rays of early morning were coming through the thin curtains of the small room, and as I looked closer, I realized she wasn’t a woman but a young girl, around my age or maybe even younger. I slowly removed the Tarnkappe, effectively disabling my invisibility and stepping off the couch. For some reason, after seeing my face, the girl stopped struggling and smiled sadly. The sadness in her face disappeared as soon as I noticed, and before I could ask why she reacted that way, she gave a brilliant grin. “Wanna have some coffee?”**“Sorry I reacted that way,” she said, setting coasters on the table. “It was kind of awkward, you know?”“So you don’t care that I’m the cause of a bad nightmare? That could kill you in your sleep from a heart attack?” I looked down miserably, rotating a mug in my hands and expecting the worst. “I’m sure there are worse dreams in the world,” she poured took the mug from my hands and poured steaming coffee into it. “Sure, it was scary, but it’d be impossible to become more brave if all we got pleasant dreams, yeah? Don’t believe those people that say all you bring are curses. There’s a good side to nightmares, too.” The girl stared at my black coffee and smacked her forehead. “Forgot the cream.”I looked up to see her going back into the kitchen, then glanced around the room. What kind of person could say something like that so simply? It had been the hardest part of living with myself, yet a single girl flipped it upside down! A framed photo on the wall caught my attention, and I got up to look at it, confused. I traced my hands along the faces of what seemed to be a family photo, including the girl in the kitchen. Both of the parents looked so happy for their two children, who were both holding up kindergarten graduation certificates signed in messy crayon. On the right was the girl, grinning so wide that you could see her missing teeth, whose certificate read LULU with LUISE scribbled out. On the left was—“Hey, is skim milk okay? We don’t have creamer…” Glancing back at the table, I saw Luise smiling at me sadly as she realized what I was looking at and I smiled back, putting my hat back on.A “thank you” was whispered by both of us as I left the house.

Luise disappeared a year later.

I don’t recall what happened to her afte͜r̡ t̷hat͜.̷..͢

…..̷..͢..̴.͝.̵̀.̷͞.̡̧ .͕͔̲͙.̢͉̩̙.̤͈̺͕͚̪̩̕.̡̲̙̕.҉̧͓̲̥̦͇͉͝.̨̳̥̘̫͈͝I̢̧͍͖͖ ̨̙̳͕͠k̼̼̱̹̟͢i̫̦͓̩̳͚l̠͈̺̖̣̫̘͘͝l̶҉̵̫̺̬̰͕è̳͙̕ͅd̮̭̠̭̳̖ ҉͖͍̞̬̬͙t̨̬̺̤̤̗ͅh̛̼̮̭̗͈̯͙ą̴̻̤̝̟ͅͅt̷̤̦̖̫́ͅ ͏̯͔͖͈̣̤̞ͅb̷͕̼͎̯̣̹͘͞i̸̡̠̦̝̙ţ͖̤̳̘̗̕c̣͖͟ḫ̵͙̰͈͚̺̺̬̲,̢̳͓̦͎̥͓̤͈͘ ̵̞͚̪̻͈̦̘̱y̷̨̺̰̪̣̹̟̫̻o̸̙̫͖̠u̸̶͇͚̳ ͏̗̭̹͈̬͟ḵ̥͔̤̭̭͝n̸͚̘̰̙̪̤̯ͅǫ̛̮̖͕w̨͓̠̦̲͇͖͈͟?͏̛̼͈̬̝͝

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Kindly reblog this with your ic apres blog so I can update masterlist along with the blogs. Thanks!

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LOOK IT’S A REF

Axel || Alp || Student/part-timer || HIS BLOG

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Would anyone mind me drawing a few apres ocs? I honestly just need something to keep my mind occupied for a while.