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[rush-the-stars]

I would like to read the diluc elaboration personally...🙏

i’ve got you ❤️❤️ sorry for the wait this was sitting in my drafts!

cw: issues with control, probably not the healthiest way to get into d/s dynamics, lifestyle dom, possessive behavior, mention of collaring. slight yandere if you tilt your head and squint.

i think diluc has problems with control. he likes everything to be in his hands, on his shoulders; perhaps not to burden anyone. or perhaps because he doesn’t trust anyone to do it right. to do it how he would.

it manifests in all sorts of prickly ways. it causes him anxiety, to not have control, to watch it unspool from his fingers. it isn’t fair, maybe, for him to not allow anyone the chance of trying, but to do it himself. it’s a bit of an insult—to think they’re incapable.

it causes problems with the knights, with kaeya, with the city, with you.

at first it’s a little rocky, your relationship with him. there’s a lot of push and pull, both of you sinking your teeth down into the other and trying to wrestle them still. he’s a little brash, you’re quite stubborn, he thinks he knows what’s best for you—

perhaps because he just. loves you. more than he can say. and he wants you safe and healthy and cared for.

maybe you’re a troublemaker, a little rough on yourself. an expert in self sabotage. undomesticated. wild little thing.

and in another argument, where he’s berating you about being reckless, about not taking care of yourself, it just sort of…clicks for you.

he’s not angry, he’s scared.

keenly, you become aware of his desperate need for control. and you start to give it to him a little more. small things at first; what you eat for breakfast, which dress to wear for the day, how he wants you. or needs you, maybe.

it takes some coaxing, you think.

but you realize one night, when he admits, almost raggedly, like it’s eaten him up inside, that he half wants to possess you;

maybe it was not just you who was coaxing.

suddenly, you seek his council and his guidance and his care. suddenly you want to know what dress he wants you in, you want to make him proud, you want to—

follow his rules, you realize.

they are good for you. getting enough sleep. eating well. expressing yourself—your wants and needs and anxieties and feelings. being responsible. not dashing into danger.

he settles and calms, when you give up the control to him. happily, he takes it. content to know you are safe and healthy and well taken care of.

and when he feels out of control (with the knights, with the city, with kaeya), he knows he has you, within it. you to return to. you to soothe him.

you to call willingly into his control, you who craves it now, whose never been happier. healthier.

he’s patient, too. so tender about it. loves spoiling you for being good—for listening to him. punishments are fair and only used when he believes absolutely necessary; he’s not much of a sadist. he doesn’t like hurting you. he doesn’t like when you’re mad or resentful over a punishment, hates to see you pout.

(but he does love when you cling to him and cry afterwards—)

and when he introduces a collar to you, it’s subtle, tasteful. beautiful. it could almost just be a necklace.

you know better, though. and it feels a little inevitable, like perhaps this was always on his mind.

(you’d be horrified astonished if you knew how long ago he’d picked it out for you—)

you’re shy about it at first and he doesn’t push it. slips it on you when you’ll allow him, takes it off when you’re finished. how often you have it on becomes more frequent, longer, you begin to crave the weight on your neck, your chest.

and then one day he goes to remove it but you stop him. and there’s so much heat in your face when you ask, but you have to ask, if diluc has taught you anything it’s so say what you want—

“can i keep it on? please?”

oh, it’s what he’s always wanted.

“of course,” he soothes, kissing your cheeks, your chin, your mouth. “of course.” he hushes.

and you can’t help but feel like it was what he was coaxing you to all along.

[longsightmyth]

People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text)

found the time to dust off and colour some sokkas! at least some concept to make sure our boy is well-dressed and protected through the episodes in season one. (i am not entierly sold on all though... hm...

you may also like: zuko, sokka, ty lee, suki,

[crumplstiltskin]

they still go shopping together ☹️☹️☹️

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: I was told to report to you

Alfred: Who told you that?

Danny: Didn't get his name, but it was a man with black hair, blue eyes, tall and sad?

Alfred: That's could be so many in this manor. Can you be more specific?

Danny: um, he was pretending to be stupid at last night gala?

Alfred: More specific

Danny: He yelled "Eat the rich" before nose diving into the glass tower.

Alfred: That's was Master Jason. Did he tell you why you needed to report to me?

Danny: He told me to give this to you when I found you *hands over folded paper*

Alfred reading: Dear Alfred, here is a boy who agreed to work part-time as a cook for the mannor while you recover from your broken arm and broken legs . Let me know if he becomes a problem. I'll kill him for you. Heart Jason

Danny: ....He was joking about the killing part right?

Alfred: No, he put a heart. He is rather serious.

Danny strain nervous smile: Oh

Alfred: Not that it matters. If you ARE a problem, I will put a bullet between your eyes before you can beg. Working legs or not. Now then, how about I show you the kitchen, yeah?

Danny: .....the pay is what again?

Alfred: Five hundred for each meal you prepare and an hourly salary of twenty-nine dollars for how long it takes you to cook.

Danny: Aight, I'm desperate enough. Lead the way sir.

Alfred studying him: You may survive the Waynes yet.

Danny: Wait. What does that mean?

Alfred: This way *rolling away in wheel chair*

Danny: SIR!? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

[brainrotcharacters]

wade's undiagnosed ADHD (giggling everytime Logan stabs him) is only ever matched by Logan's undiagnosed autism (stabbing Wade with his claws when he's overstimulated)

[martritzvonmercie]

sometimes you will spend 30 minutes thinking about a character and you will expect to have something coherent to say by the end of that time but the best you can come up with is "they are sooooooo shaped they are so silly i love my blorbo"

[ellilyre]

Do you think that Odysseus has become a kind of running joke among the gods, like when we joke about cockroachs' survivability?

For example some mortal is surviving stuff that rly should've killed him, and someone on Olympus says "is he pulling an Odysseus on us?" and everyone laughs

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[vinestaff]

sighs. another guy in my brain i guess

[batsyheere]

"So, handling your archnemesis," Danny starts. The room falls quiet, heads slowly turning to look at the man as he writes the words on the chalkboard. When finished, the characters somehow both messy and neat at once, Danny places the chalk back down and claps his hands.

"I typically call them fruitloops. Often they're in a better position than you are- older, richer, more powerful. They may have some sort of status that protects them when facing the public."

Tim wondered where Dick was right now, and if he was laughing. His brain was lagging like a computer as he tried to process what Danny was saying, and how seriously a few of his fellow teen vigilantes were taking this.

"Some of their more common tactics are-" the chalk was picked back up, and Danny writes as he speaks.

"Manipulation, isolation, conditioning, and empathy."

MICE.

Tim stares at the board, and quietly slips put his phone.

-What have I done to deserve this.

Enjoy your lessons Tim-

His head thumps against the desk. Conner leans over, gives him a pat on the shoulder but returns to taking notes as Danny goes on to explain the conditioning tactic.

[bearsandswears]

Revisiting the conversation you can have with Gale about Halsin’s proposition. I think it should be worse.

[teaboot]

One of my many brothers has a sensory issue regarding certain types of metal

It appears that my cutlery is uniquely offensive, which is uniquely bothersome when he comes to visit and ends up eating tortellini with his hands

But I believe I have devised a most elegant solution

Jimmy's forks

[shouts-into-the-void]

I feel like the aftg fandom has just swung hard from one mischaracterization of Neil to another.

Yes, Neil is not an innocent little soft-boy like a lot of fans made him out to be pre-TSC, but he isn't some cold, calculated badass either.

He took out a hit on Grayson over Thai food. He doodles fox paws in his notebooks and hates vegetables. He insults FBI agents' parking jobs and he spent a bus ride staring over the back of his seat making heart eyes at his boyfriend. He manipulated the agents while eating takeout in the interrogation room. He canonically internally panics and overthinks the entire time he's attempting to manipulate anyone. He uses people's family trauma to manipulate them. He misses his mom.

Neil Abram Josten is a multifaceted character

[brainrotcharacters]

TW: Wolverine Badonkas

I laughed rewatching because like

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>