#gunnhildred

[ildotore]

@gunnhildred replied to your post “question......... what does your muse smell like”:

How about a reverse uno card: what does Dottore smell like?

​i'm glad you asked! very.... sterile? he literally smells like the definition of pure cleanliness. think doctor's/hospital. that sort of metallic smell, it lingers around, and is rather potent when he enters the room. the smell of an incredibly sanitized lab or hospital room, there's no room for any uncleanliness on him, and due to his work taking up most of his life. he's very particular about making sure his work place is clean. sometimes there's a mix of random chemicals thrown into it, depending on what he has been doing through the day. and most definitely, the occasional smell of death lingers, but that's more when he's in his lab, and never really just on him as a person.

#gunnhildred #ooc. #headcanon.

[daybreakrising]

@gunnhildred | cont.

Dandelion is someone he can trust, he knows this. It is why he has come to her, opened up to her, in a way he normally doesn't with people who have not already become close with him. But he hears his friends talk about her all the time with such praise, and he recognises the fondness in Master Lisa's voice when she speaks of the Acting Grand Master.

And she is warm. He feels it in her mere presence. She is kind, and she cares, and that is enough for him. So, when she speaks, he listens. He understands more than most people might assume - he has been apart from the human world for a long time, yes, but he is learning, with the help of those who have come to call him friend.

It's the ones we find ourselves. He thinks he understands her meaning, and it is only made clearer when she uses that familiar word - lupical.

"You are... yes, you are right." He nods, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "I have lupical. Lupical is family." He thinks of Master Lisa, of Bennett, Burny Girl. Yes, they are like family now. He looks up at Dandelion, red eyes alight with warmth. Does she know, he wonders, how much that means to him? To be so readily welcomed despite being so... so different?

He's never been big on physical affection, not with those still at a distance, but Dandelion is safe. So, without hesitation, he stretches out, curls up beside her with his head resting against her leg. "Lupical is family." He repeats quietly. "Dandelion is Lupical."

#gunnhildred #muse; razor (genpact) #source; g.enshin #v; lupical is family (main) #( congrats jean you now have a little brother ) #( hope this was okay to continue but he needed this !! ) #;pretending i'm not here (queue)

[diiluvies]

@gunnhildred: ❝ we are always not quite as good as we wish.❞

a solemn nod is all neuvillette could truly muster in the immediate response. in all his centuries in teyvat, and millennia as a whole existing, humanity will always fall on this endless scale of morality. not everyone is heroic, not everyone is villainous, yet seeing the acting grand master's situation and acts, it did surprise him to hear such words leave her lips.

though he was not fully clued in with the on goings of mondstadt - given how a certain someone lives amongst the people drunkenly and it bothers him - what he did know, he could follow that trail to the one responsible for fixing it. the acting grand master deserved more praise than given, and even if he does not know the true grand master, the iudex would rather have a meeting with the more... competent one, to put it bluntly.

"i believe you are selling yourself short, acting grand master. it is true, from what i know of people, they always wish to be better. yet you, in an acting position, have done a lot worthy of praise and admiration. as a foreigner to your land, i must give my heartfelt gratitude to your actions. your people truly are safe if you held the reigns."

#gunnhildred #* (ic.) #neu bout to adopt jean lowkey dsbjhgdsdsfh #replace her anemo vision with a hydro one

[tenebriism]

Of all the people Jean has come to find gifts for, Tsuki is by far the hardest. There are so many things she wants to gift to him. So many simple things that he has been denied throughout the course of his long and perilous life. But while the novelty of an ugly winter sweater or a batch of homemade cookies may convey some of what she wants him to know, it still falls short of the gravity of compassion she wishes to bestow upon him. 

So this Winter, as the year draws to a close and the lantern rite looms on the horizon, it is an envelope that she gives to the former Wanderer. Just a small little thing, sealed with a wax stamp that bears the Gunnhildr family crest. Contained within that elegant paper is a simple key to the place she now calls home and a note that conveys a sentiment that perhaps carries more weight than the outside world can ever truly comprehend. 

---

Wherever the wind may take you; know that you will always have a home to return to for as long as you need it.

- J x

This, still, is a strange concept to him. The idea that a time of the year can seemingly shift an entire nation and beyond, in unison, and have everyone in an auto-piloted endeavor to shove it in each other's faces. This goes FAR beyond some annual festival, he's noticed. The decor stays up for weeks, mora passed around aplenty for materialistic trading, and where, normally, he may have been able to tuck himself into a tree for an extended spell of silence, he CAN'T, now, what with some fashion of festivities going on every single night.

Perhaps it's the ' most wonderful time of the year ' for those actually INVOLVED in it, but to him, it feels like it's more trouble than it's worth ( and, a right detriment to his already fragile nerves ).

So what, then, keeps him lingering outside of Mondstadt, in particular, watching how the town evolves day by day? Lights strewn and the Angel's Share more packed than usual. Gift exchanges at the Anemo Archon's statue, sometimes with tears ( a proposal, a baby announcement... alright, so ' gifts ' aren't always materialistic, then, he learns ). Holiday carols and seasonal plays at the fountain, whilst food and drink is passed around. He loathes the thought of admitting it seems somewhat NICE... that he would dare YEARN for something like this, even if he knows it would only end up overwhelming him.

The Acting Grand Master, though, is the exception. Though not a modicum of understanding exists in regards to why she endeavors, so fiercely, to take care of and INCLUDE him, he never turns her down despite it. Like a lost puppy, he follows her out of town, away from the hustle and bustle of Mondstadt as yet another party kicks off. She's come to know him relatively well, he fears, and it's likely why whatever she wishes to speak with him about will be done outside the city.

Away from interruptions, away from prying eyes, away from an atmosphere she knows he won't like.

" If you need help with something, just say so, moth--- ugh. Jean. " the Wanderer mumbles. He won't hesitate to, she should KNOW this, considering he's one of few people who even bothers to make sure she doesn't kill herself amidst all the duties she takes on. The envelope, extended towards him, then, earns her a sigh, like he'd had the audacity to forget the kind of person she was. Of course she would make sure to include him in her pot of generosity, no matter how much he may act like he doesn't want to be. It's why she continues to hold out the envelope to him with that... gentle, PATIENT smile of hers, and doesn't force him to accept it while he battles with himself over why he should in the first place.

Is it to make HER happy? Or, is it because he wants to know how it feels to be given something, when all his life, everything has been TAKEN?

Thumb glides against the fold, carefully separating it from the adhesive, and as he pulls both the key and the note from its confines, he shoots her a very confused look. " What is this? " Obviously, he could just read the note to find out, but forgive him for not being a fan of the unknown. As she gestures for him to read the note, he sighs and relents... and that's where the interaction stops for several moments.

He reads it once. Reads it twice. Flips it over to look for something else he may have missed, and when nothing is there, he looks at her. To the soft eyes that have only ever gazed upon him with kindness and adoration, and the even softer smile that he feels, deep down, he doesn't deserve to see.

Don't cry... no, don't cry.

He hasn't had a home in so very long. Not a proper one to go back to, at least, besides Lesser Lord Kusanali's domain. It doesn't matter that he, in a way, doesn't need one--- it isn't as if he functions off of food and sleep like mortals do, but he wanders largely because he doesn't HAVE one to return to. If he keeps on the move, keeps occupied, he needn't worry about everything WRONG with him ( and it's a wonder that's not ALWAYS on his mind, because there's a LOT. )

Tsuki ducks his head as he pulls the key from the envelope and squeezes it within his palm, as if he fears it may up and disappear, or get lost, if he doesn't clutch onto it as hard as he can. In a swift motion, he swipes his opposite arm against his eyes, growing in silent frustration at how futile his efforts were proving to banish his emotions. Eventually, though, he gives up, and slowly steps forward, leaning his face into her body with a stupidly childish hiccup.

He can't say thank you right now, or even BEGIN to verbally convey just how much this means to him right this very minute, but he hopes his inability to get himself together is proof enough that this is a gift he does not mind at all. Even if he's far, far older than her, she still feels like the mother he never had, but always needed, and maybe this is the gods' way of finally showing him MERCY, by giving him the one thing he has always wanted.

@gunnhildred ;;

#gunnhildred #[ oh. ;_ ; this one got me. ahhhhhJ EEEEEAN YOU ANGEL #Q ___ Q best believe tsuki's gonna be there constantly. #and yes. he's bringing food back for her. and gifts. and medicines. #and everything she needs. and yeah. he's cleaning up and helping her around the house too. #anything to scratch as much as he can off her hefty to do list. q_Q <3 ] #muse ;; WANDERER ( ANSWERED ASK ) #muse ;; WANDERER ( VERSE . DEFAULT )

[mercyburned-aa]

@gunnhildred // kaeya & jean -- reposted ??

He thinks it'd be easier to have a talking conversation if he had a drink in hand instead of just a coffee, but it's still early enough in the day that he does actually need the coffee to feel awake enough to do his job well. It's a vicious cycle of struggling to fall asleep at night and then trying to wake up in the morning. ( And yeah, he knows that's not really healthy, but what's the alternative ? ) Kaeya hums something noncommittal in response and cants his head to the side to lean it against the top of hers.

"You're the farthest thing from a stranger to me," he says lightly. The lilt to his voice is hard to ignore, harder for him to turn off even now when he's trying to be honest. It's always been easier to charm people into forgetting that he never talks about himself, but it's harder to do that around her. They've been friends for longer than he's known most people he talks to every day, these days.

He drinks from the coffee. It could use more milk, but he's gotten used to drinking it slightly bitter. "All right then. What is it making you worry about me?"

#gunnhildred #&. ‛ interactions.︐ › kaeya alberich. #&. ‛ i could write it better than you ever felt it.︐ › threads.

[touchofdawn]

~ Starter for @gunnhildred

Flowers along the footpath smiled up through their yellow and pink and white petals to welcome the dead man home. His heavy, scuffed boots crunched on the road and his coat was unbuttoned here and there, letting the fabric of his coat flap open with the cool breeze that ruffled his hair as his eyes fell upon the home he had not seen in four long years.

Dawn… It didn’t seem to have changed at all. 

The vineyard was lush with fresh green vines that sparkled with morning dew and the manor that rose up in the distance like a lighthouse seemed to beckon him closer to its safe shores. He hurried his pace and pressed a gentle hand to the sign at the edge of the field that welcomed him as he passed. After so long and so many nightmares, he was surprised that his hand did not pass through as a cruel joke. 

As he crested the hill and came within view of the house, the front doors burst forth and out poured Adelinde and Elzer and all the rest, each of them teary-eyed as they rushed to him, and they sobbed into his coat with relief and joy as he held them in turn. 

“We thought you had died!” “Not a note in four years!” “Your commander said—“ “—I always knew you would come back!”

Diluc was brought inside to bathe and change from his worn and stained uniform into a dark suit of fine fabrics he hadn’t felt against his skin in so many years. They stabled his horse, cooked his favorite meal, and the house was filled with vibrant enthusiasm as everyone rushed to prepare their long-lost master’s room and clothes and for the company that would surely come to welcome the young Ragnvindr home.

Within an hour since his arrival, the news was already spreading through the town.

When he had covered his scars in black velvet and tied his long hair with a new ribbon, he went down to the nearby lake for a moment away from the hectic bustle of the excited household. Leaning against a tree, he looked out across the softly rippling water and sighed as his thoughts drifted away to the last time he stood in that very spot and said farewell to her.

#;threads #gunnhildred #regencyauthread

[delusionaid]

closed starter for @gunnhildred

There are moments in life in which you watch yourself do something incredibly stupid while the opportunity to stop yourself and prevent a disaster flies by you in the blink of an eye - and you don't even reach for it. These moments are especially mortifying when they follow an endless litany of your best friend and superior telling you to stop being reckless and use a proper saddle and bridle when taking your horse out for a ride.

The amount of times Diluc has said these exact words to him have reached a point of uncountability while failing spectacularly at being received. She trusts me, Kaeya tends to say, or, I know how to read her, which is both true - but even the most experienced horseman can't be prepared for everything and with his tender 16 years of age, Kaeya is far from being experienced. What he primarily is, at the moment, is looking cool in front of Jean, who uses a proper horse tack (naturally) and, though choosing not to scold him the same way Diluc does, wears a mildly concerned expression on her face.

In Kaeya's defense, they've been on a ride for half an hour and there have been no issues with the horses - which is probably what causes him to lower his guard a little too much. It's a classic mistake to miss the moment where the horse spots its pen and gets excited about the water and food waiting for it there, temporarily forgetting that there's still a human on its back. He wouldn't be the first to end up with an injured leg from getting caught between the horse and the pen pole - but they don't even get that far. As if she can smell the pile of apples from a distance his horse suddenly spurts forward and Kaeya, distracted by chatting with Jean and not holding on to anything, is thrown right off, failing to catch a hold of her beautiful mane.

After falling for what feels far too long a time he lands on the ground with a heavy thud and the impact knocks the air from his lungs so violently he temporarily forgets how to breathe. The next thing he feels is a sharp pain in his arm and when he finally breathes in again it's followed by a hiss of pain. Curling in on himself, he pulls his arm close to his chest, and opens his eyes to look down at it trough a curtain of tears that the pain and shock forced out of his eyes. In a heartbeat Jean is next to him and despite very much not feeling like it he blurts out, "I'm okay..".

#gunnhildred #p. gunnhildred #( m: kaeya. ) #( kaeya: gunnhildred. ) #v. love and chivalry #this whole time writing all i could think about was spirit #fml

[fatedevour]

continued from here with @gunnhildred

It was impossible to determine the nature of Dottore's actions in the same way that it was impossible to determine the nature of an animal's or a force of nature. Was he doing something out of a rare spark of kindness? For an EXPERIMENT? Simply because he could? Does an animal kill for food or pleasure? Or simply because it can? Anyone could make an argument for any option regardless of if it was Dottore or the animal that was at the heart of the debate.

" I DIDN'T kill him. " Dottore remarks in a rather matter-of-fact tone while gazing down to the mangled form of Albert that laid on the ground between them. " He's still quite conscious. " Here he pauses. " Well. Perhaps he might need an INCENTIVE to return to his full senses. But his vitals are within ACCEPTABLE parameters by all medical standards. "

That was not to say he wasn't in POOR shape though. Indeed, this Albert looked like he'd been in the jaws of a Rishboland Tiger. He doesn't so much as glance downwards when Albert gives a pathetic noise. Should he have removed this man's vocal cords? It would have been EASY enough, though he knew quite well the man's throat would not be capable of recovery for a long while as it was even now..

The harbinger turns towards Jean, tilting his head as if PIZZLED at her expression of distaste. ( With the mask on, it is hard to decipher his exact expression, but it is a gesture he often makes when inquiring to another's perspective - she should know it well. ) " You are not satisfied with this outcome. " A clinical observation as he turns his head towards the man he's dropped at her feet. " Though I FAIL to see why this is displeasing when he is a source of rage. " Those in Snezhnaya or even the deserts of Sumeru would welcome such an offering.

" Does knowing he is not dead and not quite yet in danger of dying change your feelings? " Dottore inquires, as it were a questionnaire to gather information from a subject. Perhaps she was upset at not having the opportunity to inflict the lethal wounds herself. He finds this DOUBTFUL though. " Would you prefer I do something else? I suppose I could make him more USEFUL if that is more to your tastes. " A poor specimen for any experiment, but he could be used somehow.

#gunnhildred #a house cat leaving Horrific gifts just #'see i did good :) ' #'why are you not pleased by this' #its okay we can make sure he suffers #dottore for one thinks he did a service #but kindness or an experiment of his own is debatable #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[unboundwanderers]

THE TARDIS HEADCANONS. STORED UNDER THE READ MORE.

The TARDIS as she appeared throughout each incarnation. This Post acts as a reference point to show off every design used by the respective DOCTOR, including Police Box and Console Room design. Stored under the read more to not clutter dash.

All TARDIS MODELS and CONSOLE ROOM MODELS belong to their owners and were sourced and displayed using Garry's Mod addons.

To the mutuals, I tag in this post. I may reference some of what we've plotted on Discord. Please let me know if you want me to remove the headcanons that reference your muse.

THE SCARF DOCTOR'S TARDIS

The Scarf Doctor's tardis is based on the model used and debuted in the Season 10 episode "The Three Doctors". In this timeline, The Scarf Doctor has an expansive labyrinth connected to the console room. He will maintain this Console room for a long time. Its most notable rooms belong to its Companions, who visited frequently and who The Doctor had to entertain for long periods of time.

@primewitch-- During her stay in The TARDIS, she requested a recreation of her home in Mondstadt. Lisa's abode was very complex to a spell she used that allowed her to make her room two stories high, and virtually- it was bigger on the inside. However, this was not difficult to replicate- as The TARDIS is an infinitely generating space- meaning The TARDIS was able to accurately recreate the room precisely as she left it.

@lunaetis' Dehya, on the other hand- was given a custom room based on randomly generated keywords, while THE TARDIS also scanned Dehya's culture and memories of home. Her room is entirely unique, but unlike Lisa's- it wasn't a whole house. It was a singular bedroom. A large one, but a bedroom nonetheless.

@kemikorosu's Lumine had the smallest room out of all of them. Not for any particular reason, but mainly because she only spent a month or two with Scarf before The Time War started. By the time it broke out, she would barely be able to sleep aboard The TARDIS, so its size was only as small as it was for the sake of conserving power.

THE WAR DOCTOR'S TARDIS.

The War Doctor's TARDIS reorganized itself into a battleship. Characteristics that were present in this TARDIS would carry over to The Looney Doctor's tardis, but it was mainly a transitional unit. The Console used is the most organic and easily modifiable version- meaning The WAR Doctor could more easily make adjustments to it at any time needed.

The WAR DOCTOR had no additional rooms during his tenure as The Doctor. He needed all the additional power for shields and speed, as well as temporal transistor units used to breach Dalek Shields. Communication systems and anti-hook devices were boosted due to a lack of architecture or generated rooms, and the boosted power stopped The TARDIS from being.

@kemikorosu's Lumine shared the same room as @lunaetis's Lumine, and when the two were briefly brought together during The Middle of The Time War and were allowed to travel with The War Doctor simultaneously, they simply slept in the same room.

THE GOTH DOCTOR'S TARDIS

The Goth Doctor's TARDIS is arguably the biggest console room. Littered with blackboards, bookshelves, and desks with different unfinished inventions- This TARDIS actually stands on a platform. Underneath the main console floor, descending the staircase- allowed for Companions and Passengers to deposit items in storage bays, as well as allowed The Doctor to directly access the Tardis Console Internals- the guts of the ship.

With the LAST GREAT TIME WAR over and done with, the TARDIS could finally start generating rooms again. Expansive corridors lead to libraries, a swimming pool, expansive Victorian-style bedrooms, and closets. This TARDIS also had a ship's galley, which was an expansive area with an alcohol bar, a stocked fridge, and radio players and TVs.

The Exterior of The TARDIS was the only thing carried over from The WAR DOCTOR and presented itself as a polished and cleaned-up version of it. The lettering, the door sign, and the windows are all illuminated, glowing a snow-white bright. The Lantern, when dematerializing, flashed a pale gold.

THE LOONEY DOCTOR'S TARDIS.

THE LOONEY DOCTOR'S TARDIS WOULD HAVE SIGNIFICANT LIGHTING CHANGES THROUGHOUT ITS COURSE OF USE. @lunaetis's Eula's first few months aboard The TARDIS would be represented in a faded, cooler color- and a darker interior. Sooner, The Console room would change into a brighter, evened-out tone. It would remain this way until Eula died but would become as bright as The gif pictured above when @gunnhildred's Jean started traveling with The Doctor. It would become the brightest it ever had while The Doctor traveled with the Acting Grandmaster. It would remain as bright as the final linked gif, the lighting used while @vonerde's Gaia traveled aboard. The look the Console room had when Gaia traveled with Looney would be the last it'd look prior to The Doctor's regeneration.

By no means did the TARDIS hate @vonerde. If anything, she ADORED Gaia, but she was always frustrated at Gaia's tracks she'd leave in. So much so that The TARDIS would PURPOSELY and sometimes SUBTLY reorganize Gaia's Garden, throwing off its placement and causing the Goddess minor confusion. The TARDIS made it abundantly clear that this was because of the mud tracks and leaves she left aboard when she dropped garbage bags full of Gaia's leaves on her, however. The TARDIS would usually lighten up her teasing of Gaia when the Passenger painted her exterior.

THE PINK DOCTOR'S TARDIS.

There's not much to say about Pink's TARDIS other than that it is meticulously organized. The most intriguing room it had was the one The TARDIS made for @maquiscursed's Kazuha when the Ronin joined the crew. For Kazuha, The TARDIS actually produced a room that was exclusively a simulated version of The Crux, with the sounds of the waves and the smell of the wind as authentically recreated as possible. It also had zero room energy to help with meditation.

THE TARDIS did not dislike @lunaetis's Hu Tao, but it found her off-putting, and as such- did not IMMEDIATELY generate Hu Tao a bedroom when she began traveling with The Doctor. It only generated her one when Hu Tao began complimenting The TARDIS and giving the console head pats at the behest of Pink, who advised that maybe the TARDIS needed physical reassurance once in a while.

The TARDIS would give @kemikorosu's Lumine a proper bedroom when she began traveling with The Pink Doctor once again. Her room was an authentic recreation of the home she lived in when she returned to Teyvat after the war, scattered with mementos of her travels and of her experiences across the universe.

#faulty circuits (out of character / ooc~) #headcanons #utterly fascinating (the scarf doctor~!) #no. more. (the war doctor~!) #a waste of my time (the goth doctor~!) #upwards & onwards!! (the looney doctor~!) #of ALL the CONFOUNDED--!! (The Pink Doctor~!) #lunaetis #kemikorosu #gunnhildred #primewitch #maquiscursed #vonerde #ONLY TAGGING YOU GUYS BECAUSE THIS POST MENTIONS YA

[adversaryss]

@gunnhildred 🌊 ( continued )

'Efficiency and mercy,' was it? The Grandmaster's turns of phrase are so delightful. She really is an interesting person, keeping her blade so wickedly keen for the sake of kindness. The very idea puts an amused grin on his face- one that shows all his pointed teeth.

"Haha, I have noticed that, actually. But words can only take you so far, you know?" Eager hands are extended to receive her offering, which he accepts with a warrior's reverence. It's a fairly lightweight saber, as expected, built for swiftness and sharpness like the falcon motif gilded into it. The silver-white of it almost makes it look pure...

All the better for the blood it draws to be displayed upon it. Childe gives the blade an ornamental twirl, moving it around himself with the type of joy one might find in a child playing with a new toy, but each movement is precise in its elegance.

"Very nicely balanced piece," he remarks approvingly before returning it to its owner. "If I had a little more time with it, I might even be tempted to make a copy."

#ic #gunnhildred #SWORD BONDING!!

[frcstwinded]

@gunnhildred​:  ❛ i will not ask where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

as if you’d believe my origins, jean. 

that was the original thought running through his head. it was the unfortunate truth kaeya has, he isn’t from mondstadt, anyone who paid attention to history and his eye can tell a mile away his origin is not of teyvat as a whole. as such, the prince knew the acting grand master had every suspicion this is the truth about him. 

taking a deep breath, he regained composure from his deep fears of being found out and simply smirked at jean. prying into each other is beneath them both, he knew this. but, the amount of secrets and vague responses kaeya gives, it was a dangerous game and the route merely leads the curious to endure the need to expose truths. it seemed jean, rather subtly, was one of those people if she was closing this route down.

“why would i ever pry, acting grand master. our secrets are our own for reasons, and i do not want to ruin our friendship.”

#gunnhildred #❄️𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.❞ ┋in character. #❄️𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.❞ ┋main verse. #kaeya really said my secrets are too spicy #yours are bland so dont worry buddy smh

[scarletooyoroi]

❝ when people look up to you, you don’t get to be selfish. ❞

There's a stunned instance that crosses his features in what she says. Rather, what truly punctures the soul is the way it was said, numbed acceptance situated into those very words. Both of them have long since realized there was a minute tension strung between them, dancing between their words, finding pleasure in mildly festering outside of the mild increase of bite within their tone.

Thoma understands deeply that Jean Gunnhildr is a knight of duty. Her childhood dreams, the gathered determination of their group, so much of it centered on being able to carry out those dreamlike futures of carrying on the banner of Favonious. So painfully blind to the shackling truths of commitment and the heights to be scaled. Somehow, that youthful vigor managed to carry them far, caring little for the noble or common upbringing.

All of them managed to reach a plateau of exceptional skill and prestige to call their own.

That's just it on the other hand. Thoma would be one of the few to understand the unknown pitfalls that come with such willing devotion.

His figure would stalk across the vintage carpet draped as a center piece to the office, forgoing his more reserved stance near the door as their discussion progressed. No, the polished, ornate wood of this legendary desk needed to have both of their bodies set upon opposing sides. "And just who are you trying to tell that to, Jean?"

The undeniable lace of flame could no longer be hidden within his tone. Their bond long since caused pleasantries to be cast aside as essential, only used as defenses, as bars to keep each other at bay. Thoma's fingers and palms braced against the desk, allowing his body to steady as he faced moonlight draped visage of the Grand Master. Those silvery tenors only added a complicated weight to burrow in his gut.

Could it be his imagination? Was he just thinking she sounds a bit too resigned on this matter?

"A fine line is made between what they look up to, and who you are. I can't believe for a second that this is the bar to be.."

"Not when the growing idea that you're a source to where all problems can go is becoming more regaled." Serious situations are certainly one pillar befitting for the knights. Yet, there was a growing stir in the public consciousness that Jean's miracle making capabilities could be blindingly set to anything. To the most menial, mockery induced task out there.

How could his anger not be stirred to some degree? Reflecting upon his time underneath the banner of the Kamisatos, regardless of nationality, some situations loved to make a mirror.

"Selfishness should be more important than ever." ..Surprising as it is, for such a selfless person to say this.

@gunnhildred

#gunnhildred #| Tucked Letters #Oh this lil tidbit was loooong over due #Once the honeymoon bit of their reuniting was made #brash and bold as this makes him

[tenebriism]

I'm having . . . INTENSE Papa!Diluc feelings because of @gunnhildred . The point in his life where he can finally let go of the past and accept that he DOES deserve a good, happy future, and it's what Crepus ( and his long departed mother ) would have wanted for him. He and Jean, for sure, used to play ' House ' or ' Family ' or some iteration of adult life together, but even beyond their childish fantasies, Jean has always just felt . . . RIGHT to him.

Obviously, he'll open up to the idea of a family with others in due time, but Jean has kind of . . . always been his idea of ' forever. ' His best friend, one of his biggest role models, and his biggest means of support. She, alongside Kaeya, is the most important person in his life, so the idea of getting to build something with her on that grand a scale is very personal and intimate. A little ' baby strawberry, ' as Phoe puts it, that makes him soften and melt everytime he comes home and greets that bright eyed, freckle cheeked face, and makes him appreciate this life that he has, alongside her.

It's enough to make him hang up the dangerous night life and settle down. If nothing else, that will, and I want that for him so badly.

#gunnhildred #[ i mean... they get enough practice with klee already. she's LIKE a daughter to them. #or at the very least... a baby sister. but she's part of the family ( hell she looks like a jeanluc kid. let's be real. ) #but ugh. it hits me just right thinking about him raising a family and being HAPPY. #especially with someone who has always wanted that for him and who has fought relentlessly for it. #it takes a special kind of person to put up with diluc's trauma and emotions and jean... well... #she's an expert at it. <3 ] #muse ;; DILUC ( HEADCANONS ) #muse ;; DILUC ( ♥ JEAN . GUNNHILDRED )

[ironbloodcd]

@gunnhildred continued from here~

     It was rare for Aether to sleep so deeply - or at least, it was these days. He’d been given very little choice in the matter when he’d arrived earlier in the day though, feverish and urged by a certain little pixie to let someone help him. The blond couldn’t even remember falling asleep, with the world going dark almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, a mixture of illness and exhaustion giving him no room to argue.

     Blessedly, his sleep was a dreamless one, despite the fever that held him in its grip. Aether’s nights, more often than not, were filled with nightmares that were eerily similar to those he’d experienced during his centuries long slumber, visions that involved his dearest sister drifting further and further away from him. For whatever reason, those dreams were silent now, acting as the only positive to his current condition. At least his sleep was a quiet one this time, allowing the traveler some reprieve while he recovered. Inevitably, however, the blonde eventually woke and a bleary, golden gaze met with a familiar blue one that his groggy mind took a moment or two to recognize.

     Jean.

     “Mmmmm...” A soft groan was his only response to her at first as Aether squeezed his eyes shut against the soft pounding that had begun in his head. There was a part of him that didn’t want to respond and to simply keep his eyes so that he might return to slumber. They felt heavy, much like the rest of him, though the traveler forces them open once more so that he might blink at the Acting Grand Master blearily, shifting slightly beneath the blanket that was tucked around his body.

     “... not good...” he admittedly hoarsely, seeing no reason to hide it. It must have been obvious just by looking at him, given the way that Jean seemed to be watching him with concern. “How long... was I asleep... ?”

     He hoped that it hadn’t been too long. In the back of his mind, a voice whispered that he’d probably wasted enough time as it was - time that could have been spent searching for his sister. He hadn’t the luxury of staying in bed like this, not when she needed him.

     Not when he’d already left her alone for so long.

#gunnhildred #aetherjeantag #aether ;; verse ;; finding my light #canon muse ;; aether ;; ic #Listen #we love Mama Jean okay #everyone deserves a Mama Jean #especially immortal blonde kids who run around Teyvat on their own most of the time #BIFDJKSFIJKDSFJKSD

[delusionaid]

@gunnhildred sent: As Mondstadt comes to life with colours and songs of celebration as the New Year finally looms, the very heart of the city of freedom has once again become a hive of activity. Yet amid the organised chaos of celebrating the future to come, the Acting Grand Master had slipped away to pay a visit to one pillar of the community that had so often been overlooked. Clutched between gloved hands is a small box, wrapped in deep blue paper and furnished with a slightly lopsided bow as she hoped to remedy this grievous oversight.

She doesn’t speak at first through fear of interrupting the blacksmith hard at work, instead watching his craft with intent curiosity until at least, she can catch the attention of the man she had come to see. “I hope you’ll pardon the intrusion, sir. I didn’t want to interrupt a master hard at work.” The smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth is undoubtedly sincere, a byproduct of too many long hours and perhaps sheepish embarrassment to have not done this sooner. 

“But since it’s the end of the year and all, I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for the Knights this year. I don’t think the Favonius armoury would’ve been fit for purpose if it wasn’t for your expertise in making sure our weaponry was up to scratch. And of course, on a personal level — the repair you did to Aquila Favonia was nothing short of legendary!” There is a point to this however, and one that she is keen to make, even if it means tripping over herself a little to try and make amends for not having paid her dues sooner. 

“So, in honour of the aid you’ve granted us, I brought you a little something to perhaps help you.” Without ceremony or hesitation, Jean extends the box in hand, her head half bowing in a small measure of due reverence before she’s back with that smile again. Warmer this time, even if perhaps a little unsure of itself. “It’s nothing too exciting, just some hand cream with a little elemental kick - but when you use your hands all day, and they’re integral to all you do - you shouldn’t neglect them! Even the most overworked of hands deserve a little tlc, every once in a while.”

It was silly really. Anyone that knew the value of hard labour had already undoubtedly learnt the importance of a good moisturiser, or a topical analgesic but the sentiment was there at least. Wrapped up in too many words and long overdue good intentions. 

“Happy New Year, Wagner.” 

He notices her approaching earlier than he lets on but doesn't stop his work until the process allows it. Timing and precision are key elements when handling steel and while customers and visitors can wait, the sword on his anvil will not. Of course he can always reheat the metal when the temperature drops but it feels like a waste to let this perfect orange hue go by without making use of it. In any case, whatever people may claim, he doesn't make anyone wait to teach them a lesson or to be rude, he simply doesn't go out of his way to facilitate unannounced interruptions. Not even from the Acting Grand Master - who is quite a welcome visitor, compared to some others. She's always polite and to the point and the knights are never late with their order - or payments. Aside from being Wagner's best paying customer, the Ordo is also the one he's been supplying the longest, a position he took over from an aging weaponsmith outside the city when he first moved here by proving himself through hard work and skill. It's the thing he takes most pride in, his work, and because the competition can be quite rough, he has to give it his best every single day.

Though acknowledging the occasion he's not really one for the holidays, something that comes with facing the reality of celebrating each of them by himself. For him they mainly mean good business but he is not opposed to the general festive atmosphere in town. With an affirmative little grunt he accepts the praise Jean offers, a sense of pride blooming in his chest. Anything short of excellent would not cross his counter, but of course hearing positive feedback is nice even if he wasn't expecting the opposite. "Anything less than my best would be unacceptable. I'm honored to provide the weapons and repairs for our knights and do my part for Mondstadt's safety, so I take this seriously," he says.

While the praise is always welcome, the gift does surprise him even though it isn't the first time he's given one. Clearing his throat a little he looks for a cloth to wipe his sooty hands, with debatable success. It's a mark of the trade to end the day sweaty and varying degrees of dirty but in Wagner's opinion no man who works with his hands and does honest work should come away from his workbench looking spotless. While listening to Jean's explanation as he accepts the box Wagner eyes it with some interest. It's nicely wrapped, nicer than anything he'd manage, the blue of the paper the kind of intense shade that he tends to forget he likes until someone places it right under his nose.

Despite Jean's valiant efforts there is a bit of an awkward pause once the parcel trades hands - but Wagner blames that one on himself. He doesn't socialize often and receives gifts even less and as he grows older he finds his skills in that area to become rusty quickly. "That's a thoughtful gift," he finally says, still holding the pretty little box that looks somewhat misplaced in his palm. "I appreciate it." A little belated he adds, "And a good new year to you, too." Without opening it he places the box on the shelf by the workbench, half hidden by some of the items there on display. Considering she revealed the contents of it anyway, there's no need to open it in front of her, which is something he never enjoyed doing.

"Mh.. since you mentioned the Aquila. I met a saddler from Sumeru who's interested in trade. Don't know if his saddles and horse tacks are better than what the Ordo has now but if your Captain is interested, tell him to come see me. That said, he also makes custom scabbards; I've seen the work, it's good quality. The one you're using isn't bad but it's a bit too slim for the Aquila, and it's heavier than it needs to be. If you're interested.. I know the size you need. I'll buy a batch of scabbards for daggers and swords anyway, it won't be trouble to ask for one more. Should be able to get you a decent price, too."

#gunnhildred #m. gunnhildred #( m: wagner. ) #( wagner: gunnhildred. ) #( ic asks. ) #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PHOE ;_; #a year that starts with wagner is a good year #also jean: gives a million segues into a conversation #wagner: anyway let's talk about wORK

[fatedevour]

@gunnhildred replied to your post “me remembering Pantalone, Columbina, and Jean are...”:

Ah, but of those three - who was it that got the top shelf good hot chocolate? That's the real favouritism right there.

ITS THE FACT YOU AREN'T EVEN WRONG. They could ask him to and Dottore just "No." at the other two

#gunnhildred #i still remember that little monster lamb #who else does he let get a say in creature creating ??? #♢ — ❛ chitchat to pass the time ❜ ( ooc )