#ambubulla

[lupicalled]

@ambubulla​ 🅻🅸🅺🅴🅳 !

                  “TALKING MAKES ME TIRED. talking is hard. but i have to try.”

[jadescreens]

@ambubulla for baizhu! / sc.

she retraces a familiar path towards bubu pharmacy, her gait quick. nearly stumbling into the shop, she immediately collects herself, tucking stray strands of silvery hair behind her ear as she approaches the herbalist manning the counter. “ herbalist gui— ” a muscle in her cheek jumps, disappointment evident in her face as she surveys her surroundings “ —is baizhu available? i have something of importance to discuss with him. ”

[ahlite-a]

🔥 ik thats just one emoji but your opinions are always tasty so feel free to give more than one if you want!!

unpopular opinion time!     /     accepting.

if someone doesn’t like me, who cares, because they’re well within their rights to not like me!  this weird idea here where someone putting you on a dni or whatever as some sort of, Capital Crime is silly.  if someone doesn’t wanna see me on the dash, that’s their right, and it doesn’t make me evil!  if i don’t wanna see someone on the dash, that’s my right, and doesn’t make that person evil, either.  it just means we don’t vibe.  why throw a fit about people’s boundaries?  it’s childish and petty.  if i heard someone was saying ‘don’t interact with me if you write with rain’ the extent of my reaction would be ‘huh!  weird.  anyway, moving on’ because i’m like.  capable of existing and behaving like an adult.

also, i talk about this a lot but y’all hate disabled people.  half of my followers don’t even get CONSIDERED for mutuals because i open up your carrds or docs or whatever and simply cannot read your bullshit.  and a lot of you write in a way that you KNOW is inaccessible and simply don’t care.  you truly don’t consider that those dreaded illiterates might ever read your stuff, or you actively don’t want them to.

[dawnsdarkside]

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diluc vc: darling (derogatory)

diluc vc: idiot (affectionate)

[devolusion-a]

@ambubulla : “i’ll love you just the way you are.” / from baizhu to qiqi     /     accepting.

Qiqi loves.  Most things, she had to learn from Baizhu once he found her — how to write, and use her hands properly, how to hum like she does when the quiet gets too loud.  But love wasn’t something he could teach; care for him is impossible, most times.  She learned love, then, by comparison; he cannot love with sincerity, and thus she began to learn that surely what she felt with sincerity must be love.  That’s how she knows she loves him, even on the days where she can’t remember his face.

And how she knows she doesn’t love Hu Tao.  The woman makes her angry, most days, and that’s all.  Hu Tao, who doesn’t listen, who makes cruel jokes that aren’t jokes, who Baizhu keeps away.  But some days, Hu Tao makes her sad.  And as the director marches out of the pharmacy in a huff, intercepted once again in her attempts to bury the little corpse by Baizhu, Qiqi feels sad.

Hu Tao says being dead is bad.  That the dead shouldn’t be here.  Qiqi knows that Baizhu cannot love most people, that it is not just her.  But she is so young, and in this moment, she hurts and wonders if that’s her fault.

“Qiqi is...sorry,” the jiangshi murmurs, looking down at her feet.  Her hands twist before her body, stiff and black - tipped with her death.  She hears more than sees Baizhu turn to face her, and her head lifts to meet his when he kneels before her, expression concerned, even if the emotion doesn’t reach his eyes.

“For what, Qiqi?”

Qiqi fidgets.  Baizhu cannot love most people.  But what if the reason he can’t love her is...?

“For being...dead.”  She pauses, eyes lowering once more.  “If I were alive, maybe I would be...enough to...”  Enough to love.  To love.  Qiqi feels tears prick at her eyes.  She loves Baizhu, and she cares for him, and she is happy with him, most days.  But some days — some moments, like this one — she wants to be loved so badly the lack makes her think of amber and small, dark caves.

If she weren’t dead, could Dr. Baizhu love her?

“Oh, Qiqi,” the man murmurs, pulling her into a careful hug.  The tears slip down her ashen cheeks as her small fingers fist in his clothes, clutching his chest and him.  “I’ll love you just the way you are.”

There’s no sincerity to the words.  Qiqi nods into chest, anyway, sobs worsening.

[tartabinger]

@ambubulla​ sent: sucrose is in liyue harbor on business, not as a knight of favonius but rather as an alchemist. her duties rarely allow her to travel, so she's acting very much like your typical tourist, taking in the sights with wonder-filled eyes. gaze flitting about everywhere other than right in front of her, she doesn't notice the guy until she collides with his back. "oof! oh—i'm so sorry! i wasn't looking where i was going! how terribly rude of me, please excuse me——" someone save her from herself.

Many people avoid Childe like the plague when he takes his regular stroll around Liyue, regardless of whether they knew who he was or not. Those who do not avoid him either trust him (and their ‘contract’) or - as it seems with this particular stranger - aren’t paying attention and walk right on into him. The force isn’t strong enough to knock him over and he turns around to face the person who bumped into him but stops as apologies pour out of the individual.

She’s a rather curious-looking individual; clothes unlike those of anyone else in Liyue, mint green hair, and... fluffy ears? Anyway, she appears to fit the definition of a tourist what with her inattentiveness and she shows no signs of stopping in her apologies, so he holds up a hand to stop her.

“No, no. It’s alright. The fault lies with me, too, not keeping an eye out. Please, allow me to treat you to a meal, both as an expression of apology and an opportunity for you to sample Liyue’s gastronomy.”

[devolusion-a]

@ambubulla​ : "happy valentine's day, klee! here, this is for you." sucrose has tried very hard to make klee's chocolate jumpty dumpty shaped, and though the resemblance is there, the final result is somewhat lopsided. it's still very cute, though!

“Big sister Sucrose!!”  It’s a giddy greeting as the scientist approaches her, and Klee half - sprints, half - bounces to meet her beloved friend in the middle.  Before she can take Sucrose’s hands in her own as she might otherwise, something else is being set in those tiny palms — a chocolate that looks almost like...Klee’s head tilts and, at this angle, that confirms it — it’s certainly him!!  It’s Jumpty Dumpty!  When her eyes raise back to her sister’s face, they’re huge and almost glittering with excitement and adoration.

It’s a joyous shriek: “Did you make this?!”  She doesn’t wait for an answer, throwing herself around the other, hugging around her waist and holding tight, giggling all the while.  “Thank you!!  It’s so cute!  I love it soooo much!  And I love you even more!”  Her face raises again from where it had been pressed against her to grin upwards, smile brighter than any of her bombs.  “Will you share it with Klee?  Please, Big Sister?”

[fatuifollowed]

@ambubulla​ asked:  ❝ i hope one day i will find love, or a cool looking leaf. either one ❞ / for margo from sucrose :eyes:

margo hums, unnaturally vivid eyes locked on the younger woman. there’s something almost alive about those yes, or molten. “ do you think those two are comparable?? ” she hums, head cocking languidly to one side. her voice is, as always, inhuman. multiple. layered. echoing without being loud enough to echo. a giggle passes over her lips ( things are always so amusing to her, always ), and a hand reaches out to tilt up sucrose’s chin. her thumb trails just beneath her bottom lip, eyes narrowing with curious amusement as her voice drops into what can only be loosely described as sure whisper “ don’t settle for a simple leaf. ”