#tidalga

[irianlethenil]

Perhaps his true friends are the Tidalga and Romaritime Flowers that he spends so much time with.

[vila-of-burning-waters]

<From x>

"I hope that the trinkets I sent Miss Traveler and Miss Paimon helped! A bunch of ingredients and a pretty orange and green water rock that's cool on my membrane... Mint for Mel and Seagrass-stuffed Tidalga for me make a great quick meal when I'm on an adventure, after all."

Vila grins, looking at the city and getting a metal plate out of her bag that she carefully wraps around Mel... It covers the bottom of the Slime and seems heat-resistant, since it hasn't started melting.

"There we go! Now you can join me in the city too, Mel! Gotta thank Miss Estelle for making this when I visit Muirne and Sedene and Liath..."

[kitsunabi]

omg I just realized that the visitor that Pahsiv (vishap? ;p) keeps mentioning is lost in translation in EN but it's SO GOOD. I specifically kept the tone markings here just to prove my point.

Pahsiv keeps talking about "that visitor", which is rendered in the Chinese text as [那位來客].

[那位來客] is pronounced "nà wèi lái kè"

Neuvillette's name in Chinese is [那維萊特]

[那維萊特] is pronounced "Nà wéi lái tè"

Has Pahsiv just been mispronouncing his name so she ends up saying visitor instead? We know she has limited usage of language so its not a far stretch

[littleblueberryartist]

So I was thinking about the purple variant of tidalga and the violet jellyfish we have to round up for the event

Like the jellyfish are either not from Fontaine entirely or were native but the bred bioluminescence rendered them disruptive to the environment. If they were native though, I wondered if the purple tidalga had anything to do with it.

So with that in mind I went to look at the tidalga description and what do I find out?

IT'S A FUCKING ALGAE WHAT

A TYPE OF PHYTOPLANKTON TOO LIKE SIR YOU ARE THE LARGEST FUCKING MICROSCOPIC MARINE ALGAE I'VE EVER SEEN

Also the actual jellyfish in game look like the anniversary octopus pet lol

Anyway with all of this I now propose a new theory:

Being as big as they are, perhaps tidalga have evolved to mimic jellyfish so as to avoid predation. Since jellyfish sting, (or I guess in Fontaine's case shoot exploding water bubbles lmao) potential predators may think twice before trying to eat a jellyfish lookalike.

[scarletooyoroi]

I was today years old when I'd imagine cute lil Pahsiv would be running a shop.

I was also today years old when I never noticed she was the back up in the quest here. LMAO.

Melusines.. good.

[nariism]

ೃ⁀➷ WHERE THE HEART LIES ˚ ༘♡

a/n: fluff, pining, childhood friends to lovers, reader was in the same orphanage as wriothesley when they were kids, mild codependency (?)

happy wishing everyone! ≧◡≦

Amongst the hundreds of books stored in the Duke's office, none hold a place in his heart quite like the dusty old atlas you gave him when you were children.

It's old and worn, something aged with the faint scent of Tidalga wafting as the pages turn. To an outsider, the atlas almost looks like garbage, or rather, exactly what it is—the only crappy book in the entire vintage shop that you could afford with your terrible allowance.

He doesn't see it that way.

It's a precious commodity to him, something he holds in high regard (despite the way he's glued the spine together on nearly a dozen occasions with the amount of times he's flipped through it).

Wriothesley is not a sentimental man. Growing up the way he did taught him not to grow too attached to material belongings.

There are few things in the world he would consider treasures: his boxing gloves, for one, though that's a given. His growing tea collection that originally started as a treat he would spend coupons on, but somehow evolved into a hobby.

And lastly, but perhaps most importantly, the map of Teyvat you gave him in the orphanage you came from. Because it wasn't only a birthday gift, it was something infinitely more meaningful than that.

He remembers that birthday fondly: he was twelve and you were ten. You'd snuck into his room beyond curfew and lights out, sheltered yourself under his blanket, and shoved the poorly packaged gift bag into his hands.

The two of you spent the entire night going through the pages, amazed at how giant the world truly was outside the confines of your orphanage—imagined how freeing it would be to explore it with nothing but your pair of feet and each other.

"One day," you breathed with excitement bubbling in your voice, "We'll leave this place and travel all across Teyvat."

It wasn't just a promise to see the world. It was a promise to see it together.

For a boy who had nothing at all, what you offered him was like placing the universe itself in his hands. And even at twelve years old, with you and that book sitting between his legs and a blanket thrown over his body, he knew he'd found a dream.

The older he got, the more he clung to that. 

You were the one he came back to when he was lost. The one who made the orphanage a home. The one who gave him a raggedy atlas of the world and whispered purpose into him.

Something to cherish. Something to protect. Something to love in this world when he had little to spare.

Though time had changed everything in his life, he still found it hard to abandon the welded pieces of your conjoined hearts.

Unlike Wriothesley, you had chosen to return to the surface after you finished serving your sentence.

It was lonelier beneath the crushing pressure of the sea without you. He made sure you knew that, too, always bringing it up whenever you came by to visit in the most nonchalant ways.

The Fortress of Meropide was a home both of you had discovered after years of being without one. "Come home already," he used to complain when he was still just a regular inmate and you were dropping by with a care package. "I miss you."

Nowadays, he made certain you understood the gap in his heart without you by other means. Like, say, when he would invite you personally to his office for a cup of tea and some cake, which was a rare treat you missed out on as kids.

Once, you called him out for attempting to bribe you back down into the iron fortress which he, of course, denied with his chest. Still, you never failed to make the trip down despite your outspoken disinterest in being back in the prison, and his weak offer of sweets since you now worked at one of the most prestigious bakeries in the city.

You had initially greeted him this time with your hands all over him, arms wrapped so tightly around his neck in a hug that he could barely breathe. Sweet smiles and kisses pressed to his cheeks and fingers pinching his nose—every action endearing and a remnant of your childhood spent together.

Now, you're seething in the office at his simple question: how are things on the surface?

"... That's when I turned to Lady Furina and, get this, she somehow ate every pastry I'd brought in a matter of seconds!" You huff, pacing back and forth in front of Wriothesley's desk while you rant about your latest visit with the Archon.

Furina was often in your schedule in one way or another, and almost always she wanted you to bring along sweets from the shop you worked at.

Wriothesley finds humour in your woes, following you around in your pacing with his arms folded over his chest.

"You know, you could just show up to your audiences with her without treats."

"She would call high treason and toss me back in prison!"

The Duke just snorts, earning him a well-deserved glare. Even with the pull of your lips into a thin line and the narrowing of your eyes, he thinks you look like a breathing angel under the warm orange light of the office.

There was nothing in the world you could do that would make him stop loving you. Not even glaring daggers at him like he's your mortal enemy.

"You're exaggerating," he hums, trailing behind you once again as you pace around the desk. 

"No, I'm not. She's absolutely crazy. She's insane—!"

He nearly bumps into your back when you suddenly halt in your steps, attention stolen from the conversation. The hands that were flailing around in the air to animate your anguish drop to your sides.

Wriothesley peers curiously over your shoulder at what has caused you to stop so abruptly.

Oh. Oh, Archons. He can sense the heat rising to his ears.

He feels as though he's been spotted in vulnerability, even though that isn't at all what has happened and that you would be the last person to judge him even if he was.

But he feels seen. Caught in the act of sentimentality just because you've picked out the book you gave him all those years ago when all you had was each other.

"You still have this?" You gawk, pulling the atlas from its prestigious position on his bookshelf. It's in a spot that he can always see as soon as he enters the room—in his direct line of sight, he has a part of you with him.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, I just thought..." You consider the words for a moment, tasting them in your mouth before admitting embarrassingly, "I just thought you'd have thrown it out for a newer atlas. You know this is out of date, right? Half the oasis in Sumeru is covered in sand now."

"Why would I ever throw it out?"

"It's old," you lament again.

"And?"

"And... you can't even use it?" Your statement comes out more as a question and he can't help but roll his eyes.

"I can still use it," he insists.

You raise a brow, slotting the book back into its regular spot. "Good luck. When are you ever going to have time to do that, oh great and powerful Lord of the Fortress of Meropide?"

He ignores your little jab, as he's gotten so good at throughout his life. There's a sense of familiarity that rises in his chest, a strange nostalgia that drives him to open his mouth once more.

"Actually, about that..."

You turn to look at him again, hand coming up to brush the hair from his eyes. You always used to scold him for not taming it better. Now it seems permanently stuck as a fluffy mess.

"What is it?"

Your fingers graze his skin and he falls apart on the spot, feeling as though you had just tipped him over the edge of the cliff he's been too afraid to dive off of.

His hand catches yours, holding it just beside his cheek for a moment before lowering it to his side and tugging you just a little closer.

If he didn't ask now, would he ever?

"Let's leave this place," he murmurs, reciting the dream you promised him when he was twelve years old. "Let's travel all across Teyvat."

The silence that follows is so loud that it makes his ears ring. For a moment he falters, thinking he may have misread the situation and in turn whatever feelings he thought you may have harboured for him.

But then you take a daring step forward, nearly flush against his body. There's a look of wonder in your eyes that makes his heart race.

"Just you and me?"

"Just you and me." Just us.

There's a heavy implication behind that and you both know it. More than a proposal to chase a dream of bygone days, it's starting to sound like a confession. In his own roundabout ways, of course.

He can see the hitching of your breath, the subtle widening of your eyes, and all he wants to do is laugh at how seriously adorable you look.

"And what about the Fortress?"

"People here are less problematic nowadays than you may think."

"Won't the paperwork back up?"

"I can deal with it whenever I come back."

"Why me?"

Another silence.

"You ask too many questions," he says quietly, dodging your interrogation. In reality, he already has an answer. It's instantaneous, resting comfortably in his mouth but never leaving.

Why would it ever be anyone else?

He's having trouble focusing on anything right now with your chests so close together and his thumb running along your knuckles.

"Wriothesley," you say his name and it sounds like honey, the sweetest thing in all of Teyvat. And the look you're giving him, so touched and melting into nothing but a smiling mess—he isn't sure his heart can handle this. "I can't believe you remembered that."

"You kiddin'?" He laughs, slowly closing the distance between you. "It's all I've thought about my whole life."

He watches you carefully as you swallow down the lump in your throat. Your hand squeezes his and that's when he knows he's got you. You kiss him and he can feel the curve of your lips, the ever growing smile on your face meeting his. His knees are on the verge of buckling by the time you pull away.

"Surely you'll miss this place in your absence. This is your home now, isn't it?" You tease.

"Well, you know what they say." He gives you a grin so wide that his eyes crinkle. "Home is where the heart is."

It didn't matter if you were braving a sandstorm or the rainforest or the depths of the sea. 

Wherever you were, you would be his dream. You would be his home, too—just as you always had been for as long as he could remember.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[genshin-impact-updates]

Happy Birthday, Freminet!

I—I've wanted to bring you here for quite some time now.

Surrounded by glowing Tidalga, flashing shoals of fish, and beams of sunlight shining through the surface... It's like being inside a fairytale.

Ah... If you keep staring at me like that, I'll get so nervous that I won't know what to say...

...Would you be able to look away for a moment while I put on my diving helmet? Sorry, thank you...

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

MELUSINE CREATOR MEETING PAHSIV

MELUSINE CREATOR MEETING PAHSIV ‼️‼️‼️

PAHSIV PAHSIV PAHSIV YIPPEE!!!!!!! SHE'S SO CUTE

one day, you're taking a rare trip to the upper world with Foul Legacy, needing a bit of sunlight after spending several weeks down in Merusea Village. he sweeps you up into his arms and takes you to a distant forest, all surrounded by trees and mist and moss, where not even the Treasure Hoarders dare step in. but to you, both protected by an Abyssal monster and hidden from a cruel, unforgiving world, it's lovely and fascinating. Legacy's steps are several of yours, so he can easily keep up with you as you explore the foliage and fantastical reed pipes. his lilac ruff of fur bristles when he hears the unmistakable howl of Riftwolves, taking your mitten-like hand and gently tugging you away from the old, rotted willow that looms in the distance, wandering towards a lake dancing with wind and floating globes of water. it calms in your presence, though, and you're dancing among the lakelight lilies when your antennae twitch at the pitter-patter of small, stumpy feet

"Creator! Creator! Pahsiv!"

a Melusine with brilliant fuchsia eyes happily darts through the grass, tapping her feet in a little excited jig as she stands before you and Foul Legacy, whose wings flutter in surprise. she skips in a circle around you in particular, examining you at all angles but never touching as her tail wags. after a moment you stick your hand out to shake, and she stares and tilts her head before extending her own and giving you a light, friendly smack on the palm

she's a Melusine even stranger than you- or perhaps, like you, she's not a Melusine at all. but she's friendly and curious, with a sharp interest in tidalgas, and whatever fear she had of Foul Legacy evaporates when you explain that he's a friend, dancing around and allowing herself to be picked up and placed on Legacy's shoulder opposite of you. he's strong, after all- carrying two not-Melusine is nothing to him! you gift your new friend some tidalga you were carrying, much to her delight, and she pats her mittens over the shimmering patterns across your body with a knowing look in her eyes

she doesn't come with you when you leave Erinnyes, but somehow you know that she'll be there to greet you if you ever come to visit again

[odyssean-flower]

The Chief Justice and the Worst Painter in Fontaine Chapter 3 Bonus Scenes

Summary: It was supposed to be your time to relax and get in touch with your (extremely) buried creative side...but then your boss showed up. A/N: Here are the promised bonus scenes~~ They are really not very long but i just wanted to write them for fun i wish i could pull for freminet but i have to save everything for neuvi 😭 i hope i somehow get him when i pull on neuvi's banner Now that I think about it I should make a masterpost for this fic

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 (Bonus Scenes) || Chapter 4

Unexpected Run-In

After spending some time underwater, you could now confidently say that this was now your second-favorite place in the world, after your apartment, of course. Everything felt so peaceful and dream-like down here. Time seemed to progress at the pace of molasses.

I could stay down here forever, you thought. Perhaps you could take diving classes or hire a diver to escort you down here, though the idea of being separated from the water by a bulky suit didn't appeal to you very much. If only you had a Vision...

You much preferred this--swimming in the water as lightly and nimbly as a fish, with Neuvillette's strong, reassuring grip on your arm. The idea of asking him to take you on underwater trips was dismissed as quickly as you considered it. It just wouldn't be possible.

Neuvillette seemed to be enjoying himself as well, though he didn't look like it at first glance. He must have liked looking at the sea creatures as much as you did, since his eyes softened whenever you would pull him over to look at a Blubberbeast or an otter.

The same couldn't be said when the two of you ran into schools of those mechanical fish. He didn't seem to care for them very much, and although you thought they looked kind of cool, you couldn't say you didn't understand why Neuvillette felt the way he did. They stuck out like a sore thumb against the gentle blues and greens of the water.

Speaking of sore thumbs...

"Monsieur Neuvillette, what are those?" You pointed at two purple rays a short distance ahead of you. They were a different color from the other rays you'd seen. Was it just your imagination, or did they give off a menacing aura?

"Ah, those two are the Fairy Knight Twins, Angelica and Medoro. They're just as lively as the last time I saw them. How wonderful," Neuvillette said.

"Oh, they have names?" Pretty fancy titles for a couple of fish, you thought.

As if they read your mind, the two rays swam towards you two. You looked up at Neuvillette, but he didn't seem to have any intention of moving away. In fact, he was looking at the two rays, which were now opening their glowing blue mouths, like he was looking at long-missed pets.

You screamed and hid behind Neuvillette as two sharp arcs of light sliced towards you. Neuvillette simply dodged them with ease, not a hair out of place. To your horror, he was swimming closer to those things.

After much pleading and tugging on your part, he agreed to take you somewhere else.

You later decided that you weren't quite ready to go back underwater any time soon.

What Freminet Saw

As usual, Freminet was in his blue sanctuary, spending time with his silent friends, the Tidalga and the Romaritime Flowers. He knew this area like the back of his hand. The observatory here had long been unused. There was no need to worry about running into anyone else here.

That was what he thought...until he saw two figures.

Even the normally expressionless Freminet widened his eyes as he recognized one of the figures.

Is that...the Chief Justice?

His distinctive appearance was unmistakable. He was holding another person by their arm. Freminet didn't recognize them. They were diving without a suit on, but they didn't appear to be a Vision holder. It was probably thanks to the Chief Justice's powers.

Freminet watched as the other person excitedly pulled the Chief Justice along as they gazed at the underwater creatures and plants. Freminet remembered his first time diving and seeing this quiet, serene world. It made him somewhat nostalgic.

But putting that aside, this was a strange sight. The Chief Justice was known to not associate with humans very much, and yet here he was.

Freminet had only seen the Chief Justice a few times. Not in the opera house, but standing silently on the beach. Freminet had found him unreadable during those times, but now...even from here, he could sense a certain warmth and possibly...affection exuding from him in the way he looked at and held the other person.

Hmm...

Freminet wasn't good at reading people, and his only experience with romance was the stories in his fairytale books. But he could tell that this person, whoever they were, was important to the Chief Justice.

He watched as that person cooed in delight at a group of otters, then they seemed to tense up a bit before pulling themselves out of the Chief Justice's grip.

"Ah..." a soft cry slipped out of Freminet's mouth as he watched them fall towards the seabed. But it was the look on the Chief Justice's face that really shocked him. A look of pure panic. It looked so out of place there.

The Chief Justice quickly caught their companion. Freminet could hear them both apologizing to each other.

He decided to swim somewhere else. For some reason, he felt like he was intruding on a couple's private time together.

[dandelion-wings]

belatedly realizing that instead of building elaborate AUs to give Lisa tentacles, I could just use the alchemy event. the Traveler dropped a tidalga into something they were making for Lisa and she has tentacles now. only sex can cure her :)

(she says that last part to Jean as Jean is carrying her home after a panicked call from the Traveller. Jean tells her she doubts this. Lisa tells her there's only one way to find out, and surely she wouldn't leave Lisa in the lurch?)

(the tentacles wear off overnight and Jean refuses to admit she's disappointed. or glad, when Lisa tells her she recorded the recipe)

[nothirstonmain]

Hii👋 me again. Just saw the fanfic of my req and it was epic👍

So wondering if you could do toya, rui, freminet, and if you want: akito and lyney x gn! reader who gets bullied by girls at school bc she's half deaf and also gets her hearing aids stolen A LOT. Ty

[WAHAHA glad it was to your liking ! Time for me to flex the writing muscle again. Sorry this took so long, school and allat]

[Warnings: like OOC maybe?? Bad grasp on these goobers. Canon isn't REAL.]

♡ He doesn't really like violence. ♡ BUT. ♡ Joking ofc he wouldn't beat people up. maybe. ♡ He'd always be there to comfort you, obviously, and maybe try to act as Scary Dog Priveledge ♡ This mf would tell the Principal or a Teacher about this if you won't ♡ He ain't havin' it!!!!!! ♡ Bonus, I have the feeling his family would be somewhat rich.... he'd try to find you new hearing aids whenever he can ♡ I think he'd also try to learn sign language, just to communicate with you a bit easier sometimes ♡ Overall 10/10, sweet boy :3

♡ Very unhappy when he finds out about this ♡ He doesn't get angry easily but So Help Him- ♡ He loves you! He can't have you getting bullied! ♡ So what does he do? ♡ Jumpscares the girls. Steals ur hearing aids back. Anything else chaotic. ♡ Listen it's KIND OF FUNNY TO SEE THEM JUMP to him at least ♡ They just start getting intimidated and leave him alone ♡ He would then give you back your hearing aids. Problem solved, at least for now. ♡ He'd be willing to try and make hearing aids himself. He's good enough at that kind of thing. Maybe. ♡ Physically restrain him before he starts an explosion, please.

♡ He doesn't know wtf he's supposed to do ♡ He offers comfort. He's so lost. Help this poor boye. ♡ He hates seeing u upset tho ♡ He takes a "let me try nd cheer u up. pls." approach ♡ So you two end up collecting Romaritime flowers and watching the tidalga ♡ He secretly slips a few words to father.. ♡ Oh, you aren't seeing the bullies at school anymore and got a new pair of hearing aids on your doorstep? What good luck! ♡ He's a bad liar, okay, just don't mention any suspicions and he'll be proud of himself ♡ Bonus, I think he'd already know sign language. useful in the water I'd assume

♡ Oh fuck that ♡ I think he would beat people up about it. He gives off the ~energy~ yk ♡ Nobody does that to his s/o and gets away with it ♡ Would buy you new hearing aids if he could afford it. Which he Cannot. ♡ You can cuddle with him as long as u want afterwards ♡ He may be a bit flustered abt it. shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don't tell anyone ♡ Least Normal one here I think. quite humorous

♡ He also takes a "don't worry, you won't see those scum anymore :3" approach (kind of like Fremi but very brazen about it.) ♡ Comfort first, then he deals with the girls himself. ♡ He comes home with blood on him like "hey i took care of your problem !! :D" ♡ I want to imagine this is true even if it isn't so let me bend canon until I break it in half, okay ♡ Will not leave u alone until he's positive you're feeling better ♡ Following u around like a lil kitten all night. No Escape.

[scythidol]

FREMINET PRNS & TITLES . . . not a req!

dive/dives . dive/diver/divers . pneuma/pneumas . cryo/cryos . depth/depths . water/waters . water/underwater/underwaters . order/orders . tidalga/tidalgas . penguin/penguins . clockwork/clockworks . clockwork/toy . toy/toys . pearl/pearls . ocean/oceans . sea/seas . tinker/tinkers . mecha/mechanical/mechanicals . helmet/helmets . fairytale/fairytales . bell/bells . tide/tides . wave/waves . frost/frosts

they* yearning for unseen depths . they* who (prefer to) stay out of the spotlight . they* who carry out orders . they* who find peace underwater . the renowned diver (of the court of fontaine) . their* dreams of the foamy deep . their* innocent/pure heart . they* who feel safe in their diving helmet . they* who hide beneath the waves . they* who bask in the weightlessness of the ocean . their*/they* who have abundant maritime knowledge . they* who dive to escape (their* fears/their* anxiety/the outside world) . they* who explore the underwater world (like a penguin)

note : more than usual . . . can you tell that i like him :3

[sproutlyish]

Some Backgrounds from Navia's Web Event

General BG

Half serving of sugar, Bulle Fruit, Design 3

Full serving of sugar, Berries, Design 5

Just a bit of sugar, Tidalga, Design 4

[wandering-hat-guy]

Finally, the sun hung low over the horizon and the orange glow from the sky reflected into the waters of Fontaine. Usually, Freminet would still be in the ocean by this time—but for a good while now, he had been loitering around the same block of the street.

The job was quick, like he said it would be, but he had been very anxious about the time limit. Which may have led him to having stood there for far longer than is necessary, next to the large net he had used to procure the Tidalga.

——Oh well. It was nearing the time for them to meet up now, anyway.

It didn't take long before a certain anemo wielder descended from the sky; adjusting his hat and clothes once he was standing on the ground again.

Eyeing the net of Tidalga, he let out an approving hum before holding out a coin pouch to Freminet.

Looks like you're more useful than I thought. Here, this has at least six-thousand mora in it like you wanted.

[clockwork-freminet]

An old man with choppy white hair and beard stands on the shore, white robes surprisingly clean for being so far from the city. Only one of his eyes is visible, the other covered in a new-looking medical patch, and the other side of his face is marred with scars twisting to disappear under his beard and hairline.

He seems lost in thought, staring out at the water with grey eyes that seem to reflect the light on the waves. Thinking about something serious, maybe?

@remnants-of-a-brother

Freminet had a secret underwater hideout that nobody but him—and the sea animals that resided there—knew of. It was a place he would visit often, to see the creatures that called the place home and to vent his sorrows, where only the ocean and the tidalgas were around to overhear.

He happened to have been on one of these visits today. But, of course, he could not stay underwater forever; unlike the fish that would nibble at his clothes or the otters that would follow him as he scoured for discarded mechanical parts.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the water which indicated movement, followed by the blonde-haired boy peeking his head out of the sea. It did not take long for him to spot the stranger at the shore.

"!!" Immediately, almost instinctually, he gasped and ducked his head back under, as if under attack. A few seconds passed and Freminet—now slightly embarrassed—once again poked his head out from the surface of the water, making brief eye contact with the stranger.

"... Hi," Freminet coughed softly. "... Sorry."

[thetudes]

4.0 Genshin's Fontaine - Vocabulaire

Les Lieux en Fontaine (Places in Fontaine)

fontaine (f) => fountain

poisson (m) => fish

chemin de l'espoir (m) => path of hope

fleuve cendré (m) => ashen river

quartier lyonnais (m) => Lyon quarter

quartier narbonnais (m) => Narbonne quarter

horlogerie (f) => clockmaker's shop

Les Noms des Personnages (Characters' Names) (Mainly NPCs)

les Gardes => guards

livre (m) => book

Maison Gardiennage => security house (lit. house security)

vacher (m), vachère (f) => cowboy, cowgirl

semaine (f) => week

Petit Chou (m) => little dear (familiar, affectionate term) (lit. little cabbage)

Miscellaneous

bulle (f) => bubble

confrérie (f) => community, association, guild, fraternity

marcotte (f) => layer (horticulture term)

Oratrice Mécanique d'Analyse Cardinale (f) => Mechanical Speaker of Cardinal Analysis

pluie (f) => rain

blancheur (f) => whiteness, purity

noirceur (f) => darkness, blackness

Mot-valise (Portmanteau)

lumidouce = lumière (light) + douce (soft, sweet)

belleau = bel (beautiful) + eau (water)

French Localization Names

Tidalga => Maréalgue = maré (tidal) + algue (algae)

Condessence Crystal => Cristal de condensat (crystal of condensate)

Cultural notes from the Genshin Impact Fandom/Wikia: (spoilers ahead)

Marcel/Vacher's name is a reference to French serial killers, Joseph Vacher and Marcel Barbeault

Mélusines are female spirits of fresh water in European folklore

Méquignon and Bertin's House of Curiosities may be a reference to French fashion merchant Rose Bertin, known for her work with Marie Antoinette, and Bertin's mother, Marie-Marguerite Méquignon

Méropide (as in Fortress of Meropide) is the French name of the fictional island Meropis by ancient Greek writer Theopompus as a parody to Plato's Atlantis