#zhongli

[plagacorvus-616]

Dark Teyvat

6 of 7 Archons

[desm-doodle]

I'm loving this new style you have with Flins! As a request, if you'd like, maybe Flins meeting other sweet yet emo looking Genshin boys? :3

[cbltblxx]

Rex Incognito

[nomohmoss]

meet the archons

better quality

[sharowolet]

genshin leaks / genshin spoilers doodle

osmanthus wine...

before we had "sandrone is mary-ann" we had "sandrone is guizhong"

[bloominflowers]

Archons and their flowers 💐✨

[leornadodabvinci]

You are not immune to standing around awkwardly because your mom bumped into someone she recognized. Especially as gods. It just gets longer.

[dragon-ascent]

Dragon Zhongli has a penchant for sniffing you.

He doesn’t mean anything by it; it’s merely one of the ways he seeks comfort in your presence—your scent makes him happy. Even if you’re right there in front of his eyes, get ready for gentle gusts of breath to ghost over you.

You could be minding your own business, admiring the flowers in your garden…and then you feel warm air hit your back, and when you turn, you just see his draconic mouth, nostrils flaring, amber eyes dancing like flames.

And then he sniffs you aggressively.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you wait for him to finish, to pause and catch his breath…but when he exhales he’s back to sniffing you in short bursts.

There’s a low growling sound when you walk away, but you’ve learned to pay no heed.

He’s back at it again after following you anyway. Snout beside your ear, he whickers eagerly. Rapid inhales, like an overgrown puppy.

Celestia forbid you want to enjoy a nice afternoon nap in the grass, feeling the gentle sun wash over you as you close your eyes and begin to drift into the realm of sweet dreams.

You can feel the shadow even behind your eyelids—at first you assume a cloud must be passing over the sun, but when you hear that all-too-familiar staccato of breathing, whipping your hair and clothes like a gale has been created for you personally, you open your eyes to see your big dragon husband looming over you, taking in your scent for the umpteenth time this afternoon.

“Zhongli…” You lean away, he only leans in, snout nuzzling at your side, whickering like there’s no tomorrow. “I smell exactly the same as I did three minutes ago.”

“I know, darling,” he rumbles between puffs. And the whickering continues.

If you were to somehow worm your way out of his grasp and peer behind him, you’d see his tail swishing side to side in bliss, the golden tuft threading through the tree branches like autumn leaves.

Who knows, one day Zhongli might decide sniffing no longer satiates him. He might open his great maw and…