BURNING PASSION. in contrast with the Ivana; he’s always had a sincere love and desire for filming. even as a wee baby, he liked cameras, picking up his first one around the age of three which was the beginning of hell for his family. it started with snapping simple pictures of his family in daily life but gradually grew. taking pictures wasn’t enough, he started to crave being able to capture longer moments- like if someone fell, or was doing something dumb. he wanted to capture the before, during and after and pictures weren’t cutting it- which eventually led him to the video camera. from recording videos of relatives, to recording himself and even on certain occasions, other people. his film career had started and eventually turned him to video editing as well and that’s when he made a habit of filming the drama kids acting and turning it into short movies and even shooting music videos for that one aspiring artist on campus.

all in all, he just loved being able to record.

at this moment he’s got one of his favorite devices in his hand; fiddling around with different buttons ( even though he already knew what each did ) while twirling it around his fingers. needless to say, he wasn’t paying attention either. too wrapped up in his camera to focus on anything. however, unlike the girl, he was able to get the gist of what was happening. the club leader was saying something about a film project, open for their creativity and that’s all he needed to hear. anything after that was useless information that he’s probably heard a million times so he stops zoning in on the conversation to pay close attention to his beloved.

the girl’s soft voice comes as a pleasant surprise and his attention ( with some difficulty ) shifts to her. he’s noticed her a few times in class— okay, maybe more than a few but c'mon who wouldn’t give a few extra glances to a pretty girl? he’s leaning in his seat, the once fidgeting camera now resting in his lap. ❝ —Well, from the looks of it, ❞ he begins, eyes scanning the room briefly before coming back to settle on her delicate features. ❝ —it seems like we’re just about done here. As for what’s been said— I’m not too sure myself but I’m guessing we have some sort of film project. I think it’s a free one so go wild. If you need more help than that I suggest going to the boss about it. Also, movie next week, bring snacks.❞ were you supposed to bring snacks? who knows but even if they weren’t he’d still sneak in a few because a movie without sweets? Seriously? Not gonna happen.

first rule,

“okay, but,” ivana begins, deciding the boy she is most definitely 99% sure is named axel, is free & available and clearly saved for her. humbling, really. “i mean? are we doing anything here? what’s going on? i’m lost, like.. entirely. no clue. brief me on what’s been said, pretty please?”

strands of blonde hair twirled around her fingers; some absentminded, half hearted excuse for erraticism.  

if you do → jackson

dsizotiz:

       — He was a pain. An absolute, hopeless pain, but he was also her blood, and she was determined to get him through Shakespeare studies if it killed her. And she was sure that it probably would. After she was done with extra curriculars and other duties, she gathered her books, making her way to  Axel’s dorm room and knocking on the door sharply. “Axel; open up,” she called through the door, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and crossing her arms across her chest. “Axel…” she called again, pulling out her phone in exasperation, and sending him a few text messages. She’d break in or climb through the window if she had to, but she thought it’d be a little more appropriate if he opened the door himself.

DID HE INVITE SOMEONE OVER? he doesn’t recall doing so which leaves him puzzled and frozen with twisted lips. buzz buzz! his phone signals and he thinks its either a coincidence or someone he knows is outside that door, waiting to be let in. he doesn’t even bother looking at the sender and instead jumps out of bed to creep over. careful so the other isn’t alerted of his proximity, he’s so paranoid that he doesn’t dare stepping in front of the door ( as if they can see him anyway ) and that’s when he hears a woman’s booming voice. shit. the unknown, and un-welcomed, visitor now had a name and face. anyone but her please. his disappointment levels are sky high and the sigh that subconsciously flowed from his pale lips only made it more apparent. now he’s leaning against the door frame, slender fingers wrapped around the door knob.

❝ —I don’t know if you got the memo but today is my day off. No studying, no company, no stress. Try again….never.❞

did she really think he’d let her in that easily? not in a million years. if she wanted to step foot inside his castle she’d have to do some hard bargaining and negotiations which would be even harder since she came with the intentions to study on his lazy day. unless she had a good offer or some sort of bribery, like candy or his favorite food, she wasn’t getting in.

honestly I have to many replies and stuff in my draft and they’re not finished?? I’m so sorry I’ll have them done real soon, a little busy at the moment but I have a small break real soon, expect replies + starters soon. but aye, if you wanna plot then come to me. the hyper puppy needs more interactions and stuff. anyway, have a good day!

“Second born, second place!”

❝ —Wow, and I thought I was the immature one.❞  

EYE ROLLING, then he’s gone mute. using his own medicine against him, how clever. so clever that he might have to commend her with a gift of a cookie. Sarcasm. actually he’s quite annoyed by her obvious revenge tactics but he manages to appear unfazed. he’s slightly immune to childish actions; since that’s his amusement on a day to day basis and partially because he’s engrossed in this book. This book, Jesus. he’s not a fan of reading but this book caught his attention and for the first time in forever— cheesy pun— he’s reading without the school having to force him. isn’t that delightful? And look, it doesn’t have pictures! he’s definitely growing up, putting on his big boy panties. and as he grows up his OLDER sister seems to be growing down. she’s constantly harassing him with lame teasing, lame jokes— just throwing all her lameness on him and he’s really starting to question her sanity.

is this how she felt around him? probably. and he’s really starting to question whether its a revenge tactic or did he finally drive her to insanity? OR maybe she’s finally decided to take on the carefree, Axel way of living which he wouldn’t detest. i mean, who wants an uptight sister? no one, so he’s more than happy to see her taking part in his usual shenanigans while he simmered.

❝ —I think you’ve taken the immaturity crown from me. You’ve definitely earned it, LITTLE sister. ❞  

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And the fears that once controlled me, can’t get to me at all!

“I miss you.”

ITS ONE OF THOSE THINGS where he hears her, but he doesn’t hear her. kind of like when someone breaks up with you out of the blue and you’re just like okay! but then a few seconds later you realize what they said and all your feelings come down like a ton of bricks? yeah, its like that but maybe not to that extreme. he takes a second to assimilate what the girl had said and once he realizes it a weird feeling tumbles around his stomach. the urge to question the females motives arises but he decides to let it go— no pun intended.

 ❝ — I swear you guys only willingly talk to me when I’m doing something important. ❞  

he plays off his suspicions with light humor; slim fingers sliding under the oversized math book to close it before he leans back in the seat. His eyes jotting around the library and he’s surprised to see that they’re one of the only ones in there or maybe the place is too big and he can’t see people hiding around corners. Nah, there had to be more people in here, he just can’t see th— FOCUS Axel, stop getting off track. a stifled yawn and more useless thoughts later; his attention is finally focused solely on the female across from him, pale orbs fixated on an equally pale face. 

❝ —You missed me but you’re just now coming to see me? Sounds a little shady my friend. ❞ 

♢ — мιdnιgнт мeмorιeѕ

( dsnephel : )

「 ▸ ▹™」:: KNOCK, KNOCK. knuckles tapping against the wooden door; a quiet fierceness etched in them. as if to say, “you better answer. Like, right now” silence. but obviously the person behind the door wasn’t worried about the unspoken threats. there’s not a peep to be heard in the dorm, not even the rustle of someone in bed trying to block out the obnoxious pounding. he’s tried about five? six more dorms before he got to this one and none of them gave him the time of day. either everyone was sleeping or doing a damn good job at ignoring him. either way, he gives up. he’s tired and theres a pang of sadness sitting in the depths of his heart as he moped back to his dorm.

can he really blame them for being sleep? getting them to come out at almost midnight on a weekday was too big of a gamble. before he went on his dorm to dorm, trick or treat like session; he was in bed, about to sleep then, ding! an idea sparked and he sprung out of bed to find someone to drag around. he had gotten the marvelous, totally not illegal idea of sneaking out past curfew just to have a night on the town. I mean, who wouldn’t like singing, laughing, eating- just the whole nine yards with a friend? that dream was short lived though.

but then a faded image floats into his mind. is that a….face? a familiar one at that, so familiar that his palm finds itself on his forehead, a tiny bap sound following. How could he forget her? the girl that put up with his beagle nature and complied to most of his demands, dumb or not. this angelic lady is no other than nephel! he can’t help but mentally degrade himself for not thinking of her sooner, I mean, who else could he count on in desperate times like these? No one.

now he’s extra happy; the peppy bounce in his step showing all while his hand slips in his pocket to pull out a device: his phone. usually he prefers to save some breath and not let others know he’s coming until he’s screaming outside their door. which isn’t the best approach since it usually ends up in them slamming the door in his face or yelling for him to at least text next time, which he never does. like come on, what’s the fun in letting people know beforehand? But it’s late and he doesn’t want to scare her by barging in and dragging her out like some creepy kidnapper so he decides to give her a warning.

( mssg ➜ princess 👑😸 ) :: wakey, wakey sleepy baby!

( mssg ➜ princess 👑😸 ) :: actually, were you asleep? I just assumed since you always look tired or maybe you’re just like that around me because i’m boring.

( mssg ➜ princess 👑😸 ) :: Anyway, get up and get dressed! we’re going out.

Sent! Sorta pointless ( since he’s literally a hop, skip and jump away from her room ) but he still sends them. peeping around a few more corners and tip-toeing until he’s on his toes bouncing  in front of her dorm. the moment of truth; will she answer or will he be disappointed?  he softly knocks on the door before hushed yells slip, ❝ —Elly! It’s Axel, let me in! ❞

♢ — blindsided.

( cameliads )​

「 ▸ ▹™」:: WELL, ISNT THIS RARE? not hearing Axel’s voice for more than two seconds that is. during times like these, when he barely had any energy to live, he swore everyone he knew basked in the sweet silence. this rare occurrence could only be caused by one thing: morning. Also known as the time when he’s practically dead. thin lips grab hold of an even thinner straw and he’s lazily sucking the contents out the juice box; one hand going under his chin to keep his head afloat while his half-lidded eyes blinked slowly. With one glance you could tell he’d be knocked out within a matter of minutes.

halfway through the juice box and his head is drooping, threatening to slap on the table but then a delicious scent fills his nostrils, his head jolting up as he took a strong whiff— a pretty girl saunters by and his eyes are smitten. who is that? is the only relevant thing that crosses his mind in that moment as he finds his eyes following the unfamiliar individual across campus. weird. he doesn’t recall seeing her anywhere and she for sure can’t be from any Escorian family. so, who is she? 

then it dawns on him. isle! oh right, the isle kids had moved in this school year and she’s probably one of those peculiar fellows. using peculiar very lightly to say he’s never been exposed to them: only hearing stories about their families and how fucked up they used to be. to him they were sort of like a um- what would you call it? a rare pokemon? like a shiny clefairy! yup, they were his shiny clefairies. so of course he’s as hyped as any pokemon trainer for this opportunity to finally meet and hopefully befriend one. ( bonus since she’s pretty as heck. ) and before he knows it he’s out of his seat and following behind the female.

okay so, this might be considered stalking. he’s followed her into the school and just about everywhere else she’s gone. ( casually though so no one suspects a thing ) and now she looks kind of lost. perfect, now time to grab the bull by the horns. he’s closing in behind her; careful not to make his presence known before surprise! one hand rests on her shoulder and he’s standing right beside her, neck turning while innocent blue eyes flutter cutely at the female. theres a goofy grin spread across his features and he looks foolish, to put it nicely. 

❝ — I’m guessing you’re new here? I haven’t seen you before and i’m usually good at remembering faces. I’m Axel, prince of Arendelle, nice to meet ya’.❞ that’s a lie. he’s TERRIBLE at remembering people but his name and status are the truth. ❝ — I couldn’t help but notice you look extremely confused. Guessing you’re lost? Well, isn’t this your lucky day! I just so happen to be an expert on this here school so let me help you out.❞ he doesn’t even wait for the girl’s answer, since either way it went he’d still be dragging her around. so without any further questions, his arm slings around both the girls’ shoulders and he’s speedily walking in the opposite direction of which she was going.

"Are you high? What the hell are you on about?"

STARES. what the fuck was he talking about? had he been going on about a useless topic again? and more importantly, if he was, why was the other surprised. axel is the king of rambling so its no shocker he’s at it again. i mean — he could go on and on about why oranges are a color and a fruit — so again, why was the other surprised? a light shrug of the shoulders and theres silence; but as usual it only lasts for two seconds before his mouth is opening again. hopefully he’ll make more sense this time.

❝ — Is this what high people act like? If so then i’ve been high since I was born! I’ll have to ask my mom about it, maybe I was injected with somethin’ and it made me naturally high all the time. It’d explain a lot honestly. ❞

“Wake up, you’re drooling everywhere..”

❝ — huh….? Oh shit, sorry. ❞

STRIKE ONE. he invaded the girl’s personal space and used her shoulder as a pillow, without consent. strike two. he made matters worse by leaving a trail of saliva down her shirt. and strike three. unintentionally cursing at her, yikes. three strikes and you’re out so he’s prepared himself for either yelling or — if she’s one of those violent girls — a punch. maybe two. immediately, his head raises off the girl’s shoulder and his hand swipes across his lips, retrieving the remaining drool. his mind was still a bit hazy so he couldn’t think of a decent apology; instead he hoped a lazy head bow, flattery and a cute grin would suffice. 

❝ — Thanks for being the cutest pillow ever though. ❞

“Can you keep a secret?”

❝ — I think I’m pretty good at keeping them, why? You must have something to tell me, new crush?  ❞

MAYBE he’s a bit too loud. since anyone within a ten foot radius could hear him. not good. someone could easily snoop on their conversation and if that happened she wouldn’t have to worry about Axel spilling the beans. childish blue hues look directly at the female while pink lip corners curl into a grin. he looks extremely happy and he is; just knowing that she felt close enough to tell him a secret made him all tingly inside— somethin’ close to a school girl talking about cute boys with her best friend.

❝ — Spill it! ❞

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WASSUP BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE? I’m Mari, axel’s lovely mun! A lot of you have sent me nice welcome messages and I appreciate them all, I’ll be contacting most- if not all- of you to plot bc the more threads the merrier. Also if you didn’t shoot me a message but want to plot then you can add me aim: sngminnie I’ll be on there plotting for the most part anyway bc inbox plotting is a lil irritating and I like to send multiple messages at a time bc i get ideas suddenly so yeah. Its nice to meet you all, let’s have fun rping together. ily. 

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