#dandelion Knight

[moostelid]

Prompt: Tartaglia doesn’t lie about working with toys; it’s just a hobby, though. He likes carving, sewing, knitting, etc.

So when kids in Mondstadt start talking about a “toy maker,” the Knights are confused. Cut to Childe, who had heard about some great fishing spots in Mond from Venti, only to run into the Spark Knight, herself.

Now, weeks later, he’s got an entire fan club worth of munchkins visiting him weekly to watch him carve stuff. They make requests, like “carve a pony,” and “Can you give Dodoco stiches? He’s hurt.” Naturally, he obliges, bringing crafting materials, and stuff to entertain the kiddos. Bennett and Razor might even tag along a few times.

The Knights are confused, Venti is having a field day, Diluc is angry, and the kids just assume Childe’s presence is known by the grownups, which causes mass confusion. Just who is this mysterious toy maker?

Imagine the horror of finding out that Tartaglia, the bloodthirsty vanguard and 11th of the Fatui harbingers, is the one making toys for the kids, and no one noticed.

[strxnged]

JEAN: # sleep tight, dandelion knight.

reverse comfort/fluff; relationship ambiguous; 0.6k words.

Though you wouldn’t call what happened earlier a fight, you had also never raised your voice at Jean in that way before. You knew she had a lot on her plate. Since she was the Acting Grandmaster, everything that went wrong in the nation seemed to become her responsibility to deal with. You had seen how it absorbed every last drop of time she had and how it exhausted her. 

You weren’t sure whether or not it had been your place to accuse her of overworking herself, even though the whole of Mondstadt knew she was. In fact, you were becoming more sure now that it hadn’t been your place to speak to her like that, despite the nature of the relationship you two had.

The guards on night shift outside her door warned you that she had seemed stressed last they’d seen of her, but allowed you to enter her office if you were “sure you’re willing to risk it.”

“Acting Grandmaster Jean?” you said, knocking on the door as you opened it. You received no response, and so you stepped inside.

Inside, the candle was dwindling on her desk amid stacked papers and books so tall you could not see Jean behind them. There would be nowhere on her desk to place the basket of tea you had brought as an apology, and so you set it down on the meeting table on the right side of the room. It was then you noticed a stack of papers had spilled onto the floor next to her desk.

Jean was in her chair, as expected, and her eyes were closed, head in her arms on the desk, also as expected. Her mouth was open slightly, a very gentle snore breaking the silence.

“Oh, Jean,” you chuckled, shaking your head and cleaning up the papers.

Placing the stack of papers on her desk, you surveyed the work before her. Stacks of books on the history of hunters and wildlife in Springvale (some bookmarked and some yet untouched), a to-do list that spread across multiple sprawled pages, some sealed envelopes waiting to be delivered. You noticed Jean’s fingers still lightly clung to a pen. Her head was resting on a half-written letter.

You hadn’t meant to intrude on the Acting Grandmaster’s privacy, but you couldn’t help but notice that your name was in the addressee line at the top of the letter. Below it was written,

“I hope your day wasn’t shrouded by our conversation earlier. I am deeply sorry for worrying you. Please understand that it is my place as the Acting Grandmaster to neglect no duties and show no weariness, and so I will do better to—”

The letter stopped there. A black stripe of ink ran up the page, perhaps from Jean falling asleep mid-authoring. You grimaced.

“You’re showing signs of weariness, Jean,” you whispered. She did not stir. “You’re only one woman.”

You noticed how her ponytail was slumped and how her cape was flopped over her shoulder, revealing bare skin. Gingerly, you pulled it back over her shoulder and sought after a blanket in the cabinet next to the window. You draped it over her figure, pulling it up to her ears, and picked up one of the books that was not yet tabbed.

“I’ll do some research for you,” you said softly. She still did not stir, and so you knelt and kissed her bangs. “Sleep tight, Dandelion Knight.”

author's note. ive literally been wanting to write this for like two years. love her so bad please dream of me jean

consider reblogging if you enjoyed!

➳ GENSHIN MASTERLIST

[polubrony]

Decided to battle my art block with a challenge cus the best defense is offense

And the challenge is to draw all the genshin playable girls

So here is our Dandelion Knight, Jean

[capriciousleo]

s᥆ᥒgs 𝖿r᥆m mᥡ ᥣіᑲrᥲrᥡ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ᥣ 𝗍һіᥒk gᥱᥒsһіᥒ ᥴһᥲrᥲᥴ𝗍ᥱrs ᥕ᥆ᥙᥣძ ᥣіkᥱ. ⍴ᥲr𝗍 2

Part 1

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Childe- “Own Brand Freestyle” by FelixThe1st, et al.

I think Childe would enjoy rap bahah. To many people’s surprise, his taste is quite good and the songs he likes are not repetitive in lyrics and style. He would train while listening to those, as they can be a cool energy fuel. After each workout he would come up to the mirror and check himself out, noticing how he gradually becomes stronger. He gets excited that the day Capitano will notice him finally comes closer and closer.

Venti- “Squidward Nose” by Cupcakke

Listen. I feel like Cupcakke would be his cup of tea dhdjjsks. Not only this song, but there would be more of her songs in his library. I think he would enjoy how her songs are a bit different from the rest artists, and he would listen and even sing her songs for funsies. Imagine him pulling up at the tavern, standing on the highest table, and beginning to sing that... And again, the poor victim would be none other than Diluc.

Jean- “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley

I think Jean really enjoys old romantic music. Elvis’ voice depth is just right, and she even finds herself mumbling the lyrics when she gets her paperwork done. Even though being a knight is rooted within her, she does occasionally dream about twirling around at the ballroom with her love interest while this song plays, having a Princess moment. Khm-khm-Diluc When she realizes who the man that enters her mind is, she gets flustered and quickly changes the song. Concentrating harder on her work should shield her from these scenarios... right?

Hu Tao- “I Can’t Stop Me” by Twice

This sunshine would enjoy energetic songs. Her introducing Zhongli to Kpop, she has a vast knowledge of many groups and songs. However, Twice completely stuck to her for some reason. She would learn the choreography and perform them for the spirits/ souls that are yet to leave the plane of the mortals, sort of as a little gift to them. It’s her job to make sure they peacefully transfer, after all. Honorable mention: Red Velvet.

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P.s. Why does everything relate back to Diluc lololol

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[ladylucitor]

I played Genshin for her but I'm a sore loser so I quit when I couldn't get her 🥱

[cityofmondstadt]

Oh right did I ever post this

Adventures in a new art style, p1

[proxycrit]

Au where Hollow and Ghost survive and then SILKSONG happens but- hear me out, hear me out-

Hornet was so, so young when the infection destroyed Hallownest. All her abilities in silk are derived from violence and hunting— unlike her weaver brethren, she never delved deep into the arts or healing beyond the basics to survive the destroyed husk of the kingdom.

This has direct consequences when Hollow survives in HK. Despite Hornet’s best attempts, Hollow’s wounds don’t heal quite right.

Hornet can’t forgive herself, never mind the insane reality she managed to save a voided godling from the brink.

(When Pharloom steals her, when she realizes there’s a history of thread, where she can learn how to spin silk maybe to heal-

-at the terrible cost of herself to save people she loves?

Hornet’s never been great about self preservation. All her life, she’s watched other people throw themselves into the abyss.

Now it’s her turn.)

Alas. Her siblings do not agree with that mindset. And they’re going to get their sister back, hell or high water.

ANYWAYS SOME OTHER DOODLES

Here’s more of this au if people wanna see!

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

~The Dandelion Knight~

[prinsomnia]

sisterhood of the fleur ⚜️⚔️✨ my fairy-filled illustration for @dameszine, Fantasy Warriors! thank you so much for having me 💖🌞 the kickstarter for this project was funded so fast, super grateful for the overwhelming support!! ✨ its not over yet, though — the stretch goals are rly lovely, so please do check it out before you miss out on the campaign!

[hadered]

nemo nisi mors | Nobody but death (shall part us)

[post-it-notes7]

a small price to pay for getting a genuine smile

[incorrect-star-allies]

Bandana Dee: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

Dark Meta Knight: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Bandana Dee: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Gooey: Edible.

[shaylogic]

Knightly Behaviour

The Cryland moments go by in seconds in this show, so it's my mission to track them down and savor them.

[ask-the-luna-knight]

it looks like Trixie's Mother (Dandelion) and Father (Jackpot) know how to make an entrance

[capriciousleo]

s᥆ᥒgs 𝖿r᥆m mᥡ ᥣіᑲrᥲrᥡ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ᥣ 𝗍һіᥒk gᥱᥒsһіᥒ ᥴһᥲrᥲᥴ𝗍ᥱrs ᥕ᥆ᥙᥣძ ᥣіkᥱ. ⍴ᥲr𝗍 2

ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ʟʏʀɪᴄs, ɪɴsᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟs, ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʟᴍᴀᴏ

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ, ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ, ᴊᴇᴀɴ, ʜᴜ ᴛᴀᴏ

Part 1

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Childe- “Own Brand Freestyle” by FelixThe1st, et al.

I think Childe would enjoy rap bahah. To many people’s surprise, his taste is quite good and the songs he likes are not repetitive in lyrics and style. He would train while listening to those, as they can be a cool energy fuel. After each workout he would come up to the mirror and check himself out, noticing how he gradually becomes stronger. He gets excited that the day Capitano will notice him finally comes closer and closer.

Venti- “Squidward Nose” by Cupcakke

Listen. I feel like Cupcakke would be his cup of tea dhdjjsks. Not only this song, but there would be more of her songs in his library. I think he would enjoy how her songs are a bit different from the rest artists, and he would listen and even sing her songs for funsies. Imagine him pulling up at the tavern, standing on the highest table, and beginning to sing that... And again, the poor victim would be none other than Diluc.

Jean- “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley

I think Jean really enjoys old romantic music. Elvis’ voice depth is just right, and she even finds herself mumbling the lyrics when she gets her paperwork done. Even though being a knight is rooted within her, she does occasionally dream about twirling around at the ballroom with her love interest while this song plays, having a Princess moment. Khm-khm-Diluc When she realizes who the man that enters her mind is, she gets flustered and quickly changes the song. Concentrating harder on her work should shield her from these scenarios... right?

Hu Tao- “I Can’t Stop Me” by Twice

This sunshine would enjoy energetic songs. Her introducing Zhongli to Kpop, she has a vast knowledge of many groups and songs. However, Twice completely stuck to her for some reason. She would learn the choreography and perform them for the spirits/ souls that are yet to leave the plane of the mortals, sort of as a little gift to them. It’s her job to make sure they peacefully transfer, after all. Honorable mention: Red Velvet.

❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ๑❥

P.s. Why does everything relate back to Diluc?😭

[deaddovedandelion]

Uncrossable Bridge

authors note: hiiii im insane about starling and z from @rotting-ink s game so bad, i did a small sorta vent but also deeply in love piece 4 them and im scraping together more writing 2 put on here because i have decided i am writing all my insane thoughts down now word count: 444 words (shes short but i like her)

How do you love someone that's across a bridge that's been destroyed? 

How do you tell them that the mere thought of them makes you want to throw yourself into the rapids below and risk death just for a chance to see them?

How do I tell Starling that the invisible wall between us makes me want to throw myself at it until it's red with my blood and my nails are gone from how I've clawed at it?

How do I tell my beloved reaper that the lack of life between us makes me want to claw myself from the inside out just to be with them? 

How do I love someone when I feel a wall? See an uncross-able obstacle? How do I love them? How do I finally cross the gap and sink into them? How do I make them a bridge to come and consume me whole? 

When Starling works and I watch from my seat near their desk, the look in their eyes as they tend to a body makes them seem like wisps of smoke. Like they'll drift away into the night sky never to be seen again if I dare to look away. When they watch me with a glint in their eyes as they study me, I see a pane of glass between us that makes me want to love them more. 

When Z is with me out in a crowd, I can't take my eyes away because I'm the only one that can see them. I fear what will happen if I look away, and somehow that makes me heart beat faster in hopes of finally giving out so I can be with them forever. 

When I sit with them in Starling's home, in front of the fireplace, watching them hold one another while I tuck myself into a corner of the couch with a drink in hand, I imagine the fire consuming all three of us so we can become smoke that drifts away together. When we speak about our days, our weeks, our months, our pasts, our futures, I imagine carving everything they say onto my skin so that when the gap grows too wide, I will be a memoir to them. 

I see Z stand in the graveyard, watching a recently placed headstone and I want that headstone to have my name on it. I see Starling tend to a body in the morgue with so much love and care, I wish that corpse was me so that I may know that sweet love reserved for the dead. 

How do I love them when they have crossed a line I can't cross?