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idk how to say it w any more care, but from now on i prefer to go by lala. (like LALA)
i know there’s so much that was tagged “ai(insertverbhere)” but let’s look at that as my “ai era”--one i’d like to move past from. ai, or rather the idea of “ai” is someone who i dont feel is “me” anymore.
ai is the oc; and she’s become so much her own character that being referred to as “ai” makes me uncomfy. i hope that’s understandable and i don’t need to try and explain further.
saying this gets a lot of weight of my chest because i’ve been wanting to say it i just... don’t quite know how. it also makes me quite excited because a lot of ideas i had given ai and had removed, i’d like to reuse to create this different sona or... well ig? blog mascot?
anyways, ill pin this post and THIS is the link to my old pin w all the “ai era” posts/stories etc.
thank you for reading and i hope to see you all v soon!
love from mobage hell,
lala
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The NRC students watched as you interacted with the RSA students.
Were they happy that you had made friends amongst them? No, most of them were not.
Were they surprised? No, they knew you. They know how you attracted others. You were a magnet for danger, but you were also a magnet for people who were affection starved.
So they knew you would attract others, didn’t mean they would like it. But they couldn’t say anything to you, they knew that you would give them a look and tease them not to be jealous.
Not that they would ever admit to that either, but they didn’t want to make you angry, so they bit their tongue for the most part and observed you. You laughed as Che’nya scared Grim.
Riddle had to command his students from starting a scene.
You smiled and hugged Neige as he approached you with the dwarves.
Vil smiled but it didn’t match the coldness in his eyes, but that didn’t stop Rook from fangirling from right next to him.
Were they surprised that you somehow brought two schools together despite their hatred for each other? No matter how one sided? No.
But what surprised them all was the words from the RSA students’ mouths.
“How lucky you are to have YN with you.”
“Cherish them.”
The smile and confident aura surprised the NRC students.
“You never know. Someone might come and take them from you.”
“They might tire from the trouble you cause and join us instead.”
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a/n: my wrist won’t let me draw :c but my delusions never end ! bye dont mind that i wrote this ages ago this is inspired by these stupid 22000 yen necklaces. (it is pictured below)
this is dedicated to @hanafubukki my favourite person ever.
warning: possible outdated characterisations (im sorry :c), possible delusional characterisations (im NOT sorry)
when you wonder how you got into this situation, you’ll think back to that one lunch break where you bet ace trappola that he could never plan “the perfect date”.
how unfortunate for you that he took that as a personal insult.
now, here you are: having lost said bet. and by the looks of that insufferable, cocky grin that curled his lips, he knew it too.
the idea of a perfect date was entirely subjective to the people involved in said date. and trappola had not wasted a single moment he had spent with you, to craft something so magical and utterly destructive for you. you.
brunch in a sun dappled cafe at a quarter past twelve (and oh perhaps you grew a little jealous of how the sun kissed the little curls in his hair, the soft squish of his cheeks). then a quick duck into an old time arcade with the sun at its peak, where he proceeded to beat the shit out of you at all the music based games (and you can't really get mad at him when you're a little in lo infatuated with the way he smiles). escaped the arcade near sundown to explore an open market where you spent your thaumarks on little trinkets and street foods (and he gripes and moans and refuses but he holds your stuff and spends a second too long thinking about how the warmth of your hand suffused into your things-).
before finally, he took you home (to ramshackle). hands behind his head with an insufferable, cocky grin on his stupid, smart-talking, clever mouth.
“so, didja enjoy it?”
you bit your lip—did you really want to tell him how well he did, knowing he’d lord it over you for (probably) the rest of your lives? ace smirked at your uncertain expression; his hand lowered into his pocket and fiddled with his final card.
because he wasn’t quite done with you—no.
he was going to get you to admit that he had done a perfect job, and he had planned the cherry on top for your wonderful day.
“maybe.” you managed; he barely held his snort in and you glared at him. cheeks flushed with embarrassment, with the inability to admit defeat… to him, of all people.
“then it’s good I’m not quite done yet.” he watched in delight as your expression changed from indignant to confused.
“you…” you began before he shushed you loudly and gestures for you to turn around. which you did, almost immediately (barely considering how far have you come that you’d trust ace trappola with your back!?).
and with your back to him; he has a second where he loses his breath. because if he were to be honest (and he’s not one for honesty); this part wasn’t really in the plan. he had added it in as a silly ‘heeheehaha’ moment because he wanted to ruin you.
but this would ruin him too; him and all his ‘love is just a pain’ speeches.
but your back was to him, and you’ve already started fidgeting and with every shaky inhale you both make, the awkwardness only lengthened; and he’ll do it just so you wouldn’t ever think (in the future) there was a possibility that he almost chickened out (because he actually was, and fuck why was his hands sweaty, now?).
you flinched as you felt something touch the nape of your neck. in the next second you realised that the featherlight touch is the tips of his callused fingers and in the second after; it’s cool metal—a necklace. your shoulder twitched, but you hold yourself steady. and was it wishful thinking that his hands lingered a second after he fastened the necklace properly?
he cleared his throat and you turned slowly. your hand raised to touch the necklace, fingers fiddled with the pendant that now hung around your neck. every twist of your fingers was in time with the beat of your heart.
“how about now?”
it takes you a breath (maybe two) before you remembered he was asking you about the perfect date. (you were a little lost by how close he was). about the bet. (you were a little lost by the cherry red of his eyes).
you nod, incapable of words that could summarise the internal warring over the destruction of your peace of mind and this overwhelming desire to just—just—
‘if there was nothing left between us then—’
but ace pulls back; and the second that could have been your forever, shatters.
“great.” he grins, hands tucked into his pocket (not at all sweaty, certainly!) “then i’ll expect you to tell everyone i won.”
“… yeah.” because was there anything else you can say to him?
“—see you monday.”
“monday.” you echoed.
and you both turn around; ever more keenly aware of that thing that hangs, that lingers, that remains, that grows, that blooms... between the two of you.
-
"i want to wear his initial
"on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck
not because he owns me
but 'cause he really knows me."
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i know im like insanely inactive here now but um well desperate times call for desperate measures.
idk if i ever like cried over baul on this account but tldr i would really like to be sebek's grandma which means i would really appreciate if other baul fans see this and um well! if we can get him funded and we can all bring a baul home with us one day then that would be really great right!!!! RIGHT!!!!!
im kinda really desperate I Want Baul Merch Now.
PLEASE
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PRETTY PLEASE !?!?!?!
If he gets funded ill come back and write baul super freak nasty s-... or like u kno, polite, baul imagines ig XD
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!! hey anon i received your message. thank you very much for reaching out 🥺🙏 i don’t think it’s possible to reply privately to your ask so i hope addressing it vaguely, publicly will work.
again thank you so much for letting me know; it’s a lil disheartening but at the end of the day, the work isn’t really mine. just something i spent (around) 30 minutes, realigning. i feel it’s not mine to claim nor something mine to ask credit for.
—!! still i’m super grateful you thought to tell me at all. i deeply deeply appreciate it 💕
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