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don’t ask me “wyd” u know i’m at home deteriorating

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realizing that sticking to the "do it bad" "do it scared" mentality implies theres also a "do it bored"

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A Chance Meeting.

Beep boop another yugioh gx!Axelle short fic.

Pre-scar writing ooooooooh

Chatter and laughter filled the banquet hall, accompanied by the occasion chime of overly fancy glasses holding overly expensive champagne. Or, at least, that’s what Axel assumed; her glass was filled with sparkling cider. She watched the people flitting around her, donning the most elegant, name-brand attire to contrast their faux personalities.

Axel was hardly any different; however, she was wearing a royal blue dress that barely reached her knees, and a pearl white ribbon held her hair up, matching her short Mary Janes. She stood by the wall, out of the way and, hopefully, out of sight of the other guests. She hardly wanted to be there, and it was apparent on her face that she was bored and tired after the day's prior events. However, anyone who managed to catch her eye was met with a polite smile regardless.

‘This is stupid… What’s the point of me even being here?’

Axel grumbled inwardly, taking a sip of her cider. Her father had been invited to this formal social event… Function… Gathering- Whatever it was, he was called to it, and Axel just had to come along. It’s not like she got a break from her studies and tests; she just had to make time for them while preparing to take a flight to who-gives-a-crap and make an appearance here. Axel didn’t even get to pick her outfit! At this point, she was just tired and ready to retire to the hotel room, and it wasn’t helping that she was starting to feel like someone was watching her. A glance around gave her the answer when she caught a pair of dark gray eyes staring her way.

A ways away stood a boy with raven black hair, and when she caught his eye, he quickly glanced away, joining whatever conversation he was in with the two other boys around him. Axel took a moment to observe him; he wore formal attire like all the others, but it was notably not as strict as the other men's suits. The entire outfit was different shades of gray, with a dark gray vest over a light gray collared shirt accompanied by a pair of gloves, but his collar was loose, and he didn’t have a tie. And with that brief moment of curiosity, Axel lost interest and simply stared at the bubbles in her drink until a few people dancing got a little too close to where she was lingering, forcing her to move.

“Gods above-”

She grumbled as she begrudgingly moved out into the open of the event hall, looking around for another secluded spot to hide in. As she did, she felt eyes on her once again and sensed someone approaching her from behind. She snapped her head to the side and glared from the corner of her eye, finding the boy she’d noticed staring at her earlier. He was giving her the same uninterested look from earlier, and she returned it as she turned to him fully.

“Hey,” he spoke with his voice low, vaguely gesturing to their surroundings, “this your first time to one of these?” This time, he smirked; the condescension was evident this time. Axel slowly looked him up and down, making him wait before responding. Rich snobs hate that based on her experience. “No, but I wish it was my last.” She retorted, sipping on her cider again. His brow raised, clearly not expecting that response. “Most people would do anything to attend just one of these,” he pointed out with annoyance yet slight curiosity. Axel shrugged, raising her brows a little, “weren’t you also just lingering in the corner, avoiding the party yourself?” she responded, gesturing to where he was standing previously, a slight smirk on her lips, “doesn’t exactly seem like you wanna be here either.”

After that, it was followed by awkward silence, although Axel had at least a drink to occupy her mouth. Until it ran dry, and she was simply holding an empty glass. As Axel looked around them, she noticed more couples starting to dance as if it were some sort of ball. She tried not to let her distaste show, but it grew as the dancing continued and slowly seemed to surround them. “Well, if this keeps up, we'll be the ones standing out.” The boy said, finally speaking again after their spell of silence. When Axel turned to him once again, he begrudgingly held his hand out to her. She stared at his hand momentarily before looking at his face, narrowing her eyes. He looked annoyed, but he held her gaze as if challenging her. Rolling her eyes, she set her empty glass on a nearby table and took his hand with a soft scoff.

The dancing was even more awkward than the silence. They had to keep pace with the music, so they moved slowly, and their arms stayed stiff to avoid getting too close to each other. “So…” Axel sighed inwardly as the rich boy tried to start another conversation. Though, it was better than dancing in uncomfortable silence. “You basically said you don’t wanna be here. Where would you rather be?”

“Literally anywhere else.”

“Specifically?”

Axel had to stop and think about her options. There were plenty of places, in bed, at a gym, hell, she’d even take her regular dueling simulations over this. “Specifically, I guess I’d rather be dueling.” The boy actually laughed at her response and gave her that same condescending smirk from earlier, “you?” He snickered, “yeah, I’m sure you’re quite the duelist.” Axel scowled a little as he continued to mock and taunt her, and she made a point of accidentally stomping on his foot. “Whoops. Guess you should pay attention to where you're putting your feet.” He glared at her scornfully, and she gave him a smug smirk in return. 

The rest of their dance was full of the same snarky remarks, sneering, and the occasional “misstep” in an attempt to step on the other's foot. “You stomp like a wuss,” Axel snickered, earning another glare from the boy, but he seemed slightly amused now. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“You forgot your own name? That’s just sad…”

“You- Tch! Think you’re funny, huh? I’ll have you know I’m the youngest son of the Princeton family! Chazz Princeton, you’d do well to remember that.”

Axel barely held back a snort of laughter at his egotistical introduction, unable to take him seriously. Was he for real? There’s no way. Chazz scowled, obviously dissatisfied with her reaction, “What the hell is so funny, huh?” He hissed, and Axel rolled her eyes, feigning ignorance, “The Princeton family, huh? Can’t say I’ve heard of them…” she denied with a shrug and a smirk, watching the arrogant rich boy get angrier and angrier with smug satisfaction. Rich snobs were so easy to piss off.

“Well, who the hell are you exactly?” Chazz snapped, his gray eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her face more than she’d like. The question itself made her stall; she wasn’t exactly planning to give out her name at this event. ‘Who says I need to answer? “Proper etiquette?” I never asked for his stupid name!’ They both slowed their, what could hardly be called a dance, to a complete stop as Axel stalled, weighing her options with increasing difficulty as Chazz simply stared her down. Dude, blink.

“I’m…” With noticeable hesitation, Axel began to introduce herself… Only to be suddenly interrupted by a shouting voice from across the banquet hall.

“Oi!” That was her father’s voice, and she spotted him from over Chazz’s shoulder with a quick look around, waving to get her attention. He was standing amongst a few other guests, and it was evident that her suspicions of those glasses being full of champagne were spot on, based on his slightly flushed face and less than elegant behavior, yelling across the room to her like he was. “Come here, my daughter! I have someone I’d like you to meet!” She stepped back and away from Chazz at his words, pulling her hand away with a soft hum.

“Excuse me.” Axel sighed and breezed past him, obediently striding to her father's side. He set his hand on her shoulder and began boasting about her skills and abilities to his colleagues. With a polite smile, she shook their hands and otherwise remained silent while her father spoke. Her gaze drifted back to where she had previously been standing with Chazz, finding he’d returned to the group he’d been talking with beforehand.

The rest of the night was uneventful, to say the least. “Rich boy” Chazz Princeton didn’t make another appearance, and thanks to that interaction, everything else was dull in comparison.

She’d probably never see that guy again. Too bad. He was a little entertaining.

Bonus unfiltered and uncropped pics of the babies

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Things are happening.

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My scale is here. The buttering will commence soon.

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Anybody else got that Evergiven sized writers block

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Axelle’s dad is a little insane.

Tw: Blood under the cut!!

Insane.

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Drawing again finally? Maybe?

[points] Axelle and Joey/Jonouchi are besties.

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B U T T E R.

My son.

This is the most I’ve made in one sitting. He’s so big.

A soldier was lost during containment.

C O N T A I N E D.

I don’t know whether to make a few different flavors from this or just one big batch of a single flavor.

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Haven’t drawn in over a week help

Edit: It’s been like 2 weeks now, I need inspiration. I have something I wanna draw, but if I draw it I’ll need to do another short story and I definitely don’t have the spoons for both things rn lol

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Looks like we’re about to receive divine judgement

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Made my homemade butter to take samples to work tomorrow. Any distraction to keep the horrors at bay

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He has been colored

I’m back to drawing, baby!!

Here is Nobunaga Saitō, Axelle’s father. The man, the manipulator, the scientist, the- you get the point. He looks relatively the same in all AU’s, but this is how he looks in the main canon storyline.

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Axelle feels a disturbance somewhere and holds her deck protectively.

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Toying with the idea the Chazz and Axelle “met” prior to Duel Academy.

Met as in, they were both at some rich people function/some social event with their families for the sake of networking, shared a brief (probably bored) glance/almost greeted each other before one of them was called away by their family and that’s where it ended.

Do either of them remember that meeting? Yes, one of them. Am I gonna say who? Maybe.

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If my friend's ocs have 100 fans I'm one of them if my friend's ocs have 10 fans I'm one of them if my friend's oc have 1 fan that's me if my friend's ocs have no fans that means I'm no longer in this world

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My first meet the artist thingy! Hello!!