Epilogue — Various.

Hiii! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a Genshin highschool au (modern au??? Idk what to call it-) and how Childe, Hu Tao, Kazuha and Diluc would confess to their crush (idk I just think it's a cute idea)

Anyways feel free to ignore! Thanks and have a nice day, dont forget to eat or drink water!

how would genshin characters confess to their crush at school.

featuring ; childe, hu tao, kazuha, diluc.

genre ; fluff.

warning ; none.

note ; thanks for requesting !! and you too, don't forget to take care of yourself. <3

𓄷 childe 𖤐

this dork has been in love with you for as long as he could remember.

he'd always slip you notes during classes, even though he'd know the two of you would most likely to get caught.

during breaks he'd sit with you, no matter where you decided to hang out.

sitting outside under the large tree ? he'd let you rest your head on his lap and play with your hair.

hiding in the library ? he'd hide with you, although he's not a big fan of the place.

sitting on the benches in the sports field ? he'd get jealous that you're looking at the other male students playing.

but he wouldn't say a word about it.

instead, he'd just tease you about it and laugh at your embarrassment.

but he knew that he'd have to tell you his feelings one day.

and this day came faster than you had expected it to be.

since the prom was coming up, he thought he'd confess by asking you to be his date.

"are we there yet ?" your voice echoed through the empty halls as childe lead you somewhere with his hands over his eyes to cover your vision. "impatient, are we ?" he let out a soft, teasing chuckle while keeping his hands on your eyes. "but childe," a pout formed on your lips as you whined playfully. "you know that i hate surprises." which was true, and he also knew it. however, he couldn't find another way to do it. soon enough, you sensed that the two of you were outside due to the wind blowing gently through your hair.

"i am well aware." the ginger responded with a grin forming on his lips before finally removing his hands from your eyes. you found yourself standing in front of the large tree where you two had met years ago. he was the new boy back then, he got lost and found you, you gave him a tour and gave him a warm welcome to the school - and that's how a beautiful friendship was formed.

just then your gaze fell upon a sign that was hanging on the tree.

"prom ?"

it said. your eyes widened in surprise, turning to face the man almost immediately.

"is that a yes ?"

"of course !"

"i love you, (y/n)."

... "i love you too, childe."

𓄷 hu tao 𖤐

this little prankster had probably realized her feelings for you when she watched you interact with an upperclassman.

the shameful feeling of jealousy clung to her chest, but she quickly brushed it off.

you weren't hers yet.

but she wanted you to be hers.

and so she came up with a brilliant idea.

she'd confess to you in halloween.

whilst trick or treating.

"come on, (y/n) !" the female let out, huffing playfully as she waited for you to get ready. the two of you had matching customs - which were mainly her idea. the girl dressed up as the devil, twirling around in her brand new, black dress; while you were dressed up as an angel. your white outfit had suited your curved perfectly, and she was quick to admire it. she also thought an angel suited you. after all, you were kind and considerate. you were the only person who tolerated her and still stuck in with her.

a soft chuckle escaped from her lips, causing the tips of her ears to turn into a dark shade of pink. she found your chuckle attractive - but if she were more honest with herself, she'd say that anything about you was absoloutely breathtaking and endearing. "come on, i don't want to be late ! i still need to pull pranks on people." the brunette pouted, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

"alright, alright." you responded shortly to calm her down, feeling as her hand grabbed onto yours before dragging you all the way to the school. why ? because the staff promised a spooky party; and hu tao would never be the one to miss out on spooky things.

when the two of you approached the school, you could sense the sudden change in hu tao's aura. she was far more cheerful than usual, her eyes glimmered in the moonlight, reflecting the light from the moon. you shook your hand, being dragged inside. the female knew she had to confess at some point, and so she decided to do it here. sure, it'll be awkward if you were to reject her- but, at least it wouldn't hurt as much.

"reach into my basket." she hummed, handing out to you her basket - which was filled with candies even before you got an attempt to help her with it. your eyes widened in confusion, and yet you listened to her, slipping your fingers into the basket. your fingers soon brushed against a piece of paper, which you had soon picked up.

hu tao felt her heart bursting out of her chest when she watched you silently reading the confession later she had written you just a couple of hours ago.

"i like you a lot, please be mine. - hu tao."

what an adorable dork.

𓄷 kazuha 𖤐

the two of you had become friends due to the fact that you were in the same afterschool club.

you've decided to join the martial arts club of the school whilst he was the leader.

you've admired how strong he was; probably the strongest student in school.

and you've found it pretty cool that no one dared to mess with him because of it.

and then there's him - he liked you because you were brave.

like wow, you wanted to spar with him every week ? admirable.

but he'd always refuse because he didn't want to hurt you.

"we'll spar when you become a bit stronger."

and so you started learning harder.

it made his flutter, that you care so much about the club.

"let's spar now, kazuha !" you greeted the man this afternoon upon entering the club room. the male was holding a papersheet in his hands, his head was seemingly buried in it. what was he reading ? but then his head jerked up once he heard your voice. "are you sure ?" he asked, raising his brow. he was unsure at first, but the excitment in your eyes made him flustered for a mere second.

"i am sure, i'll be fine." you reassured him, squeezing his shoulder gently in the process. you then made your way towards the center of the room; getting ready by stretching yourself before standing in the intial fighting position. kazuha was hesitant for a moment, but ended up giving in the more you insisted. he then stood in front of you before with a sigh. "let's test your self defense skills."

kazuha has seemingly underestimated his own strength, seeing as you fell onto the ground after he swung his leg towards you. a soft groan escaped from your lips, the male immediately rushing to your side. "i-i'm sorry." he began to speak frantically. "i didn't mean to harm you. i- i love you."

you opened your mouth to protest, to tell him you were fine. but; you froze when you had suddenly processed his sudden confession. it seemed like he too, caught onto that - his face immediately turning red. "anyways," he coughed out, his eyes refusing to meet yours. "let's work on you self defense skills."

𓄷 diluc 𖤐

now, this is a tricky one.

this man is stone-cold, and somehow you managed to befriend him.

all because he was your partner in a school project.

the two of you sat in his house and worked on the project - you were a bit more talkative than he was.

he would usually respond with nods and hums.

somehow, the more you spent time with him - the more he grew closer to you.

he soon realized that he was in love with you; especially when he had a weird, unexplainable feeling inside of him when he was around you.

the two of you had another project, this time each student alone. however, he decided to help you.

what you didn't expect though, was the confession in the end.

"here is your work, (y/n)." diluc approached you in the morning, holding a small book containing your work in his hands. "thank you, diluc. i hope this wasn't a burden for you." you responded, smiling gently as you took the book into your hands. you were rather curious - though you wrote most of it - there were parts that he himself wrote as a way to help you.

your fingers trailed across the small book before opening it, your eyes scanning the papersheets. it was neatly printed; you were impressed. your computer was slow, thus it was a hassle to attempt. thankfully, due to being born into a wealthy family - he had countless of ways to print.

your eyes wandered across the content within, impressed by the information he had found himself. soon enough you reached the ending, a small note slipping out into your lap. your brow was raised in a questioning manner while the red haired man tensed. "what's wrong ?" you hummed, opening the note. to say that what was written there had surprised you was an understatement. it made you freeze in your spot, your face heating up.

"(y/n), will you go out with me ? - diluc."

2:32am

A knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts as you blearily look up towards the source. Yanfei yawns and sleepily leans against the door, asking softly, “Why are you up?” Unable to give her a proper answer, you merely shrug and move to start working again. With a flash of pink hair, she appears by your side, gently removing the pen out of your loose grasp and placing it down on the desk. Her hands move to rest on your shoulders as her warm eyes meet yours, “Let’s get you to bed alright? The work will still be here in the morning. I just want to be in your arms tonight.” A smile makes its way on to your face as you nod and allow yourself to be pulled into her arms and guided towards the bed, all of the paperwork forgotten as you contently bask in the warmth of your girlfriend’s caring embrace.

a/n: here’s the first thing to kick off the 200 event and it’s just a short piece of fluff i wrote for myself at this exact time :’)

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Hairdryer with Rosaria

For the 300 event:

Summary: Rosaria as your big sister, pure fluff, light angst.

TW: none, enjoy!

7:53 p.m. a Friday evening

A friday night, that left you exhausted deep down to your bones. Work could have been busy that day, with your boss nagging over your poor work performance, or you faced shitty customers who left you raging and seething, while you had to deal with them nicely.

Or maybe it was because of school, where you had so much to do. Maybe homework was piling up, maybe your teacher was a complete jerk today, or you had a fight with your friend.

Or maybe your boyfriend/ girlfriend was a jerk, who left you upset, unsure, unhappy. It could be an unpleasant fight. It could be how you feel that they don’t make you uncomfortable. Or they said something hurtful and you’re hurt.

Whatever it was, you were left exhausted. All your thoughts were focused on just getting home and laying on your bed, wanting sleep to claim you into the darkness, away from this tiring day.

As you make your way up to the path leading to your house with your sister, Rosaria, you were surprised to see that the lights were on. Rosaria was one who was frequently out at night, rarely at home by the time you were home.

“Where are my keys, where are my keys…” you mumbled as you rummaged through your bag, searching for your keys.

*Creak* The door opens, revealing the shape of your older sister, Rosaria. With a wave of her hand, she beckons you in, welcoming you home.

“Have you eaten?” she asks. You nod wordlessly, immediately walking into your room and plopping on your bed.

Laying on bed often leaves your thoughts free to wander, and so your thoughts wander, wondering about your troubles earlier during the day, about how you felt so helpless in the face of it, how you felt as if the world was just so painful, and how you just wanted to sleep it off.

That is, until you felt someone pulling you off your bed.

“Sis- I mean, Rosaria, could you stop pulling me? Wait, why are you even pulling me? Let me go! The friction is painful- Gah!”

She had unceremoniously dropped you onto the floor after dragging your butt (literally) on the floor.

“If you want to go and sleep, at least take a proper shower before you do. Your bedsheets will stink, and I will have to deal with it. What a drag.”

Grumbling, you thank her for passing you your towel, made your way back to your room to grab some clothes, then went to the shower.

*Timeskip brought to you by J playing careless whisper*

Ahhh, that shower hit all the right spots! Just need to go dry my hair, and-

“Y/n. Come.”

Your sister was holding a hairdryer. In your room. With the hairdryer plug connected.

“Sis, I don’t think you have to, I’m old enough-”

Rosaria uses her death glare. (It’s super effective! -J)

You immediately just sit in front of her. Your sister could be very scary when triggered.

The hair dryer buzzes, but you relax, knowing that your sister was just trying to show her care for you.

Her rough yet long fingers thread through your hair, unknotting your hair and smoothing it out. Her other hand angles the hairdryer such that it hits your hair evenly, so that you don’t feel uncomfortable by the heat radiating from the hairdryer.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. When was the last time that Rosaria had blown your hair? The last time was probably when you two were younger, back when mum and dad were alive. Ever since then, Rosaria had worked hard to raise the both of you, since all you two had were each other and some inheritance from your parents.

You had grown taller. Your face was now mature, having lost the baby fat you once had during your childhood days. Rosaria’s face now permanently had eyebags as well. And her hair… Well, she had cut it to sell her hair when she was younger. Nowadays she maintains it in a shorter hairstyle, citing that it was “easier to maintain”, in her own words.

As Rosaria continued to dry your hair with an uncharacteristic soft look on her face, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy your sister’s gentle touch.

Things weren’t the best, but you had your sister Rosaria, and she had you. And you like to think that it was enough, at least for now. And that was okay.

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—# 🍨 LIKING THE SKIRT YOU WEAR

A/N; Dni if you fetishize lesbian content or is not a woman yourself. It will make me uncomfortable having a man read wlw content. Suggestive Nsfw + FEM READER

#BEIDOU;

Would come up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist, while her fingers play with the ends of your skirts. She’ll chuckle watching you turn flustered due to the compliments she’d whisper in your ear. She’ll continue to make you flustered until you’ll playfully push her away.

“Oh cmon, you know I was just teasing!”

#EULA;

Would admire you from afar but would be too shy to say anything. So she’d just cross her arms and look out the window. Though when you finally approach her with that tiny skirt of yours she becomes a heated mess.

“N-Name, you look good today…”

#NINGGUANG;

Would approach you with a “genuine” intentions until she starts to flirt with you in public. And you end finding yourself wi to your cheeks getting warm and you getting embarrassed and flustered. Ningguang cannot help but laugh as she takes in a sip of beer.

“You look good today, did you dress like that for me? Hehe”

#YAE;

Would tease you. Like a lot. Both with her words and her lips. Would come up behind you to kiss your cheek, then neck, and perhaps shoulder, or even more below. She would like the details on your skirt too, wants you to wear it everyday.

“This skirt fits you so well, my lovely”

hi hi ! i saw ur reqs were open ? could i ask for ganyu and an adeptus reader that're close friends as in they fought in the war tgt as a duo.. so basically mutual pining until ganyu finally musters up the courage and confesses to them in the current timeline ^_^ tysm ur blog looks rlly pretty too !!! (it can be hcs, a fic, wtvr u decide)

— # 🫐 An Adeptus Love | Ganyu ✘ Reader

⤤ Summary: Ganyu confesses to the reader after holding her feelings in for a very long time. Hoping that the reader accepts their feelings, and praying it wouldn’t ruin the friendship between them.

⤤ Notes: I hope this is to your liking!! Please enjoy if you wish! :)

⤤ Warnings; Confessions + Ganyu & GN!Reader + Fluff

“[Name]” Ganyu called out, as she approached you. Her hands intertwined with each other and in front of her legs as she walked to you. You cannot help but smile after hearing her gentle voice.

“Evening, Ganyu” you greet her with a wave as she now stands by your side. She cannot help but blush slightly.

“I’ve kinda been wanting to tell you something” she started off soothing and kind. You nod your head.

You weren’t sure what she was going to say. It did build some adrenaline, in you because you got nervous. What if she was upset or had horrible news to bring to you?

“Yeah, go ahead” you let out a nervous chuckle into your hand.

Ganyu let out a sigh as you watch her face bloom red. Her face becoming pink, while she plays with a strand of her short hair.

“I-I have been wanting to say. That I have gained romantic feelings… for you. [Name]” She finally said, each word leaving her voice slowly.

You turn to face her to see slight water at her eyes. Your heart started to pound extremely fast and you cannot help but get flustered as well. The both of you now a big shy mess.

“I’m sorry, this seems extremely… sudden.” Ganyu started as she lowered her head, but before she could turn and walk away. Without a thought in mind, you quickly press your lips onto hers. Quickly, as she finds herself blushing even more.

Her lips were soft, and warm.

So warm. Unlike her vision.

Okay so hear me out on this. What about a one shot/a little Drabble about HuTao trying to be sexy for her S/O when they come home late from work, adventuring, commissions, etc.

But half way trough HuTao’a demeanor changes. She gets super shy and self conscious because of her flat-chest, her boney thighs, and her stick like legs.

Definitely some body positivity, and comfort from S/O who lets HuTao know just how loved and adored she is.

You don’t have to if you don’t want you. You’re doing an amazing job and I look forward to your future posts.

Please and thank you so much

I tweaked it juuuust a little to fit the idea I had, but here you go ✨

You were going to be out late that night, and Hu Tao wanted to surprise you.

She had pulled so many pranks on you in the past that you were getting used to her tricks, and she had to think long and hard about how to really shock you when you come home.

Suddenly, she had an epiphany.

A playful prank, something that would get the perfect flustered reaction out of you. You were so cute with your mouth slightly hanging open and that look of surprise in your eyes… she couldn’t resist.

She put on one of your shirts that was long enough to almost pass as a dress on her small frame and draped herself over a chair, waiting to surprise you.

She inspected herself in her boredom, at first admiring how your shirt looked on her.

Then… something unexpected began to happen. Her features started to appear differently as she thought. The shirt made her chest look even more small than usual, and her exposed legs looked skinny and sticklike.

A lack of cheer was unusual for someone such as Hu Tao, but she quickly felt her excitement draining away, replaced by something darker.

She pulled her knees up, hugging them to her chest. Just as she started to feel tears stinging her eyes, she heard the door open.

Before she could collect herself, you were in the room. You saw her wiping at her eyes and were quick to ask what was wrong.

“Nothing,” she sniffled. “I just… was going to surprise you, but I don’t look very good in your clothes.” She tried to chuckle, but it was halfhearted.

“Oh, darling… you look wonderful in them. Beautiful.” You crossed the room to gather her into your arms, hugging her tightly. “Don’t ever think you’re not beautiful…”

She clings onto you tightly that night, characteristic smile quickly returning.

💓&💖 with Ganyu

Thanks <3

💓- When they first know about their feelings about you

💖- A memory they treasure with you

Ganyu for the win let’s go

💓 First realizes it when she was napping with you.

You two had been becoming closer and closer, and more often than not Ganyu was really happy to spend time with you, her close friend outside work! You give her Qingxin, always make sure that she’s not overworking, and she feels comfortable around you to rant about her fears. And you listen to her wholeheartedly.

She feels so lucky to have you.

It’s just another day, both of you taking an afternoon nap. But for once, Ganyu woke up earlier than she used to.

And, well, it seems that your body had fell halfway along your nap, your head now on Ganyu’s lap.

Your gentle snores, the way your face held a never seen before peacefulness, the rise and fall of your chest. All of this was enchanting to Ganyu, and she couldn’t help but imprint this sight in her mind.

All of a sudden, there was this thought that passes through her mind.

“I wanna kiss y/n. And cuddle a lot with y/n.”

AHHAH CUE PANIC. She obviously knows about romance stuff but she’s never felt it till now. A shame that you’re not awake to see her cute blushing face now.

Her blushing face, a reflection of the love for you, that has been just realized. No one has seen this face, except for the sun, the clouds, and the big tree that provides shade for the both of you.

Ah, love.

💖 When you carry her to bed

Ganyu overworks we all know that. So just imagine her, working overtime at home on a Friday night, trying to clear her last few documents that need to be signed, checked and cleared.

All while fighting her sleepiness, since she didn’t sleep in the afternoon.

However, as she was about got Qingxin tea for an energy boost, she most definitely did not expect you to sneak up behind her and pick her up, literally.

“Ah, y/n! Put me down, I still have some work to do!”

A smile, a chuckle, and your cheeky tone rang out as you chastised her for working too hard, telling her that she “should really take it easy, besides I need my dose of Ganyu!”

All she could do is to relent to your care, her hands on her face, furiously blushing.

As you cradle her in bed, gently petting her horns, her eyes couldn’t help but slowly close, her eyelids fluttering prettily under the candlelight.

And as you kiss her horns, before moving on to her cheek, she couldn’t help but sigh in bliss, before falling asleep.

She's happy she has you.

Is it possible for a Ayaka x Reader where Reader visits Ayaka always injured but assures Ayaka it nothing but Ayaka's not listening and continues to take care Reader?

thank you for the request, anon !! i really like this idea, i feel the epitome of ladylike and an unlucky, clumsy mess would be cute. 

There are multiple clans and families affiliated with Inazuma’s Yashiro Commission, led by the Kamisato to organize festivals, cultural events and to overlook shrines. You were another one of these children born into association with the commission, belonging to a family whom had overlooked one of Inazuma’s largest and most popular shrines. 

For this particular oncoming event, the shrine that you had grown up keeping was to be the site for a miraculous fireworks display, and it was arranged for both yourself, and Ayaka of the Kamisato clan, to visit Naganohara Fireworks to discuss details with its owner Yoimiya. The main focus was probably to take as many precautions as possible to prevent Yoimiya getting too excited and setting fire to your shrine. 

As much as this meeting was strictly business, it had not changed the fact that both yourself and Ayaka have been friends since childhood. Both of you having met when you were very small, as your parents often mingled through business, and your estates were very close to one another. 

She had known you for years, and so she was obviously familiar with your horrendous luck, often getting injured by the smallest and most insignificant of things. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that Ayaka had requested for her mother to teach her first aid for this reason. Struck by lightning? That was a very common occurrence. Falling from the roof of your shrine? More times than you are willing to admit. Setting fire to your family’s shrine? Maybe once or twice. By accident, of course. 

As much as you had been taught since birth to pray to the archons regularly, raised to humbly request their blessings, your misfortune had felt as though they had refused every little offering. But, perhaps, it’s the fact that you are still alive despite all the bad things that have happened, which is the blessing that you were granted after years of dedication to your work. 

As your legs had carried you up the steps of Kamisato manor, only a little bit later than the agreed meeting time, you were instantly greeted by the sight of Ayaka knelt on the floor in the middle of the room with her eyes closed. Both of her hands were balled gently into fists, and resting on her thighs just above her knees. Her breathing was slow, and anyone would have thought that she had fallen asleep in the position. 

Ayaka really is the definition of gracefulness, you had thought. It’s a vast contrast compared to you. One would probably consider you both opposites. 

“Ah, you have arrived.” 

After the gentle voice had interrupted the silence, you watched as Ayaka’s eyes slowly opened, and her head turned so that she could look at you. Her expressionless face of calm had melded into her usual smile, and in a swift movement she was on her feet. 

“I was beginning to think that you had a change of plans. It seems that I was wrong,” Your eyes had widened at this, she really thought that you were just not going to come? Noticing your bewildered expression, a melodic laugh had circulated throughout the room. Ayaka flicked open the ocean blue fan in her hand and lifted it to cover her mouth. Just her eyes could be seen, and they were narrowed slightly in amusement. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?” 

In your sudden panic of how your friend had almost misunderstood you, you let go of the injured arm that you were trying to hide, and raised both your hands. Just as you were about to stutter out a fast ‘I would never’, she had caught sight of the long tear in your sleeve. 

“..Hm? What is that on your arm?” 

“Huh?” Taking in the question that she had asked, you froze. Ah, so she did notice it. Slowly, you had lowered your hand to cover the tear in your sleeve and wound beneath it, hoping that you could move on from the subject to important matters quicker. “Oh! It’s really nothing worth worrying about-!” 

“..Really?” Before you could hinder it from view completely, two gentle hands had carefully prevented you from doing so by lightly grasping your injured arm so that she could see it better. You continued to panic; you’re here to help plan an important event for Inazuma, not to waste both Ayaka and Yoimiya’s time because of your clumsiness. Ayaka’s eyes had turned worried. “Have you not treated it properly?” 

“Uh..” It was true, you hadn’t the time to take care of your injury properly. You had hurt yourself just as the meeting time was near, so you were already running late before you had gotten hurt in the first place. “No.. B- But-! It’s not as bad as it looks, really!” 

But Ayaka had paid your words no mind, letting go of your injured arm and letting you retreat it back to yourself, before walking beside you and hooking her arm with your uninjured one. As she began to guide you further into the estate, you had known for sure that she was not letting you go any time soon. 

“Tohma,” Ayaka had turned her head to the side so that she could exchange looks with the blonde stood watching from the doorway. “May you please inform Naganohara Fireworks that we will be a little late to today’s meeting?” 

The man remained still for a moment, emerald eyes watching you both and going back over what he had just witnessed. Also coming to the conclusion that you aren’t going to be released until your arm is treated and okay, he propped a hand on his hip, nodding with a smile. “For sure.” 

“I- It’s not that bad, Ayaka. I promise..” 

The white-haired princess chuckled quietly. “I’ll be the judge of that.” 

on a sunny day — amber

pairing: amber/gn!reader (romantic)

category: bittersweet + modern!au + falling out of love + implied breaking up

a little summary: it’s a little bit sad when you think the one that would stay by your side forever turns out to be the one to leave.

note: @xiaophobic happy birthday, here is ur angst<3 !!

love is a fragile feeling.

amber should’ve definitely known that by now. of course she should. one might compare it to a flower that you grow and take care of and then it blooms beautifully, but the moment you start to neglect it, it slowly starts to die.

she wasn’t really expecting it to end like this — hell, she wasn’t expecting your relationship to end at all. but now you’re here, standing in front of her and she feels like she’s falling. you still look as beautiful as always, yet there is a gentle sorrow swimming in your eyes and she knows you want to say you’re sorry.

“don’t say you’re sorry,” she whispers, her voice cracking, “don’t say you’re sorry for doing what’s the best for you. don’t be sorry for putting your well-being first,” she says.

she’s still looking out for you. of course she is. you guess some things never change, but a part of you wants her to scream at you. wants her to be angry.

you’re sorry. you’re sorry for falling out of love, because you tried so hard. you’re so sorry, because you don’t know why it happened.

the question is, is there any way to keep the flower alive forever? of course there isn’t — it’s not possible. every one of them will wilt sooner or later, no matter how hard you try and care for it. does that mean there isn’t any kind of love that would stay till the end?

perhaps there is — amber desperately wants to believe there is. there has to be. she wants to hold onto that thought, that maybe it just wasn’t the right time. maybe, just maybe, it could’ve worked out in another universe. or maybe even in a couple of years. but not now. she knows it’s not gonna work out.

“so... that’s it, huh?” she laughs quietly. there is a kind of pain that in that sound that tears your heart apart. you love her, you still do — but it’s not the kind of love it was before.

there is no use in trying to force a flower to bloom again when it already wilted.

she’ll miss you more than anything. of course she will, but, if that makes you happier, she supposes she’s a little bit happy too. no matter how much it will hurt.

people that have never been in poverty arent allowed to like mona anymore

yall literally make jokes about her food insecurity and make wanting mora her entire personality (when her personality is the opposite for wanting mora all the time, she chooses not to make money off of her witchcraft but yall cant read and hate poor people so yeah)

and did the devs do her dirty when writing her? yes but thats not an excuse to be classist pieces of shit