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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:

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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