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“what’s the matter, diluc? upset you can’t be owlman because it sounds too close to batman? stop being a cringy vigilante then ✨”

— @frcstwinded

he rolls his eyes, slapping the dishtowel down onto the bartop as he glares his brother down.

“why would i want to be called that? i don't even want to be called the title everyone threw on me. i think all these names are ridiculous and pointless.”

he folds his arms over his chest, “are you going to order anything or are you just here to bother me?”

"you look tired, 'luc." crepus peers up from the mountain of ledgers he's poring over, giving his son a scrutinizing look. "i know it's a big promotion, cavalry captain ... you'd tell me if you were struggling, right ? or ... not sleeping well ?" goodness knows they're both emotions crepus can relate to, far better than he'd like to admit.

— @ccrepus

he can't deny he's a little tired, but he's nothing, if not resilient. a little bit of hard work isn't the worst, not to him at least.

still, he wants to prove himself, show just how strong and durable he truly is. he can do this, he has to. his determination knows no bounds, and his stubbornness holds the strength of titanium.

“ah, thank you for your concern, father, but i'm alright. i promise i'd tell you if i were having a hard time. i'm only adjusting to my new role, so i'm doing okay.”

❝I can say goodbye to everyone else, but not you.❞ (Aether)

— @artificeheart

it's truly an odd sensation to be missed, heart thumping at the notion of just how much he matters to someone again on a deeper level. it terrifies him, but it also makes him feel weightless.

crimson hues flit over to the traveler, his own emotions fluffing up as he, too, realizes how much he's come to appreciate aether's presence.

“i... i suppose i feel the same way,” he starts, gaze drifting away now, “but,” his logic rolls forth, an attempt to comfort the other, “you don't have to say goodbye, and it's not for forever. you have your sister to find, so i won't take it too harshly that you have to depart again. not to mention, i know you'll always return. while i will also... miss you, you'll always have a place here... a home to return to.” home being... himself. he never understood the idea of being someone's place of comfort, but he doesn't want to make the same mistakes again.

❝Perhaps life is beautiful because it is fleeting — there is an adoration in the transience of people, an elegance in the passing of time.❞ (Ayato)

— @artificeheart

a hum of acknowledgement and agreement, diluc setting his tea down as he looks to the commissioner.

“what a quaint observation. i didn't think anyone else noticed. many seem to live in the moment without recognizing it.” he responds, but he knows full well what it means to appreciate the time he has.

after everything, he knows he can't take the present for granted, for he doesn't know what the future would hold.

“you'd be right, though. life is more... fulfilling when you stop to appreciate what's in front of you.”

"Happy Windblume, Diluc!" Lumine held out a small bundle of lamp grasses - which always reminded her of him - and yellow roses, for friendship, towards Diluc. "I hope you enjoy these."

— @mercyburned

it isn't a rare occurrence for diluc to be presented a windblume by others — many giving in thanks for his business — but there's still something that tickles his heart when a close friend gifts him one. in his eyes, it means the world to him to know that others think him to be deserving of such a joyful gift.

he gently takes the bundle of lamp grass and yellow roses, unable to stop the smile. he holds the lamp grass with care, a little unsure how lumine knew his favorite flower, but he appreciates it all the same.

“thank you, lumine. they're beautiful.”

Makes themselves comfy in his lap. Content gremlin.

— @wolfkcst

he ceases in the middle of his paperwork when he finds the viking in his lap. a soft chuckle of amusement leaves him and he wraps his arms around them.

“would it be too much to say you remind me of a cat?” he teases.

he's cleaning his study when his gaze finally lands on aether. he lets out a small laugh when he sees just how much the smaller male swims in his coat, but he can't deny that he finds the sight absolutely endearing and adorable. there's just something about aether that melts him.

he approaches after setting a stack of books down, adjusting his coat on the traveler.

“well, i guess i can't fault you for that.” he hums, “you look lovely, it matches what you currently wear. who knows, if you're good, i might let you keep it." a small smirk appears on his face.

@noctuafought liked for a smol starter!

he waits for diluc's eyes to catch his before grinning, turning around to show off the other man's jacket on his own frame. diluc's slim, but has built muscle, an obvious result of wielding a claymore. aether has muscle, but is still lither than he is. the jacket seems bigger and the blond loves the way it hangs off of him in a certain way. he grins, burying his nose in the collar, inhaling the scent of his lover. "you left this out, so i decided to see if it would fit me."

“despite gaining the title early, i was also fourteen. even if i was capable of handling the position, it seemed they still doubted me. no surprise there.” arms cross as he stares kaeya down.

“in any case, you do realize i pay half that funding. granted, it's to jean entirely, but nonetheless. i just find it quite hilarious that your job is lacking half your position what with that expedition going on.”

@noctuafought​:  “the knights always so inefficient that their own captain doesn’t even have a cavalry to manage. such a shame, truly.” // I’m not sorry

“you realise the entire time you were cavalry captain, no one ever saw you with a cavalry either. you always ran off and did everything else, so actually do your old job before complaining to me, diluc. also, by the way, they trust me as their quartermaster and their funding is still in peak condition, so who needs a cavalry, when i’m their money master~”

fashion / beauty headcanons —

wears ribbons and bows around his ponytails, usually in black

has wildly curly hair so he has to have a high rigorous maintenance routine it

loads his hair with products to keep it from floofing out

washes and braids his hair before bed so it's not a tangled mess in the morning

will let the klee braid his hair if she asked

hairstyles: ponytails (high & low), pigtails (low, resting on shoulders), buns, braids, half ponytails

wears dresses around the winery (sundresses) for particularly warm days. will sometimes wear fancy cocktail dresses to events

doesn't wear makeup but will put on lipbalm, cream and occasionally sunscreen when he's working out in the winery for the day

showers every night, some for hygiene, some just to relax from a long day

will take a bath if he's too stressed

uses products with coconut oil (hair) and aloe (skin) to lock in moisture

doesn't wear much jewelry beyond his vision and his cravat

woah master diluc whos that ring for....

bonus sketch + worm on a string

posting again bc I fixed some stuff 🔥

Art Prints here: INPRNT

what if diluc simply prefers the company of animals to humans

🌙  ⁄  𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆  ミ  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 .

“still a modern dream letdown.”

“it kills me, you know i’m dying out here.”

“what would you trade the pain for?”

“we were a hammer to the statue of david.”

“we were a painting you could never frame.”

“you were the sunshine of my lifetime.”

“this city always hangs a little bit lonely on me loose.”

“like a kid playing pretend.”

“i’d never go.”

“i just want to be invited.”

“i’d never go, i just want to be invited.”

“got to give up.”

“get the feeling.”

“don’t fight it.”

“sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse.”

“i just about snapped, don’t look back.”

“every lover’s got a little dagger in their hand.”

“i’m falling in and out of love.”

“i’m getting that tilted feeling out here.”

“nowhere left for us to go but heaven.”

“summer falling through our fingers again.”

“they say we gotta get ahead no matter what it takes.”

“there’s no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race.”

“i saw you in a bright clear field.”

“hurricane heat in my head.”

“the kind of pain you feel to get good in the end.”

“inscribed like stone and faded by the rain.”

“give up what you love.”

“give up what you love before it does you in.”

“sending my love.”

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diluc's mother, esperanza 🩷

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Diluven good

‘diluc’ thought he knew everything about his father — after all, he didn't spend his entire life watching his every move in hopes of following exactly in his footsteps to make him proud. he thought he knew even his best kept secrets because he was just that observant, but that all came to a head on this fated day.

he hadn't known about the delusion, not until crepus pulled it out and slid it onto his arm. he had told diluc to wait in the carriage while he fought off the monster, and the young cavalry captain sat in fear as the carriage rocked and the sounds of fighting carried from the outside.

he wasn't afraid of the monster, not really, but he was afraid someone would get hurt.

it wasn't long before he saw purple flames and heard the monster's cries. he shakily reached for the door and pushed it open, stepping out to find his father collapsed on the floor.

he had called out for him as he dropped to his knees beside him, frantically attempting to cover the wounds, but his sinking heart told him it was no use.

he sat there beside his father, blood on his cheeks and hands, horror on his face as he held the man in his arms. he shut his eyes tightly, unaware he was being watched, or the fact that the knights were finally arriving.

he sniffled and stood up, materializing his claymore. with a swing in a mighty arc, he took mercy on his father.

he panted heavily, dispersing his weapon and turning around to find the knights behind him, kaeya leading the pack.

Plotted starter // @noctuafought​

To Diluc’s dismay he remembered his father more than he remembers his mother. When he thought of all the times she told him stories before tucking him in, he could barely recall her voice. He’d started seeking out Crepus after his mother died, by then old enough to recognise wrongs from rights and hold on to grudges long enough to last a lifetime, he realised that his father had been nothing similar to the person his mother has described to him, going against all the values that Lady Lawerence had taught him to cherish.

He felt nothing when he saw the delusion rip Crepus apart. The battle had started for minutes and Diluc had been perched on top of a tree watching ever since, several frail bodies of the guards no match for the monster falling on the left and several on the right, until only Crepus was left. 

At that moment he wonders if Crepus ever remembered his mother whom he’d abandoned, and who waited for him until she died. Diluc is certain that he assuredly did not, but would that have made a difference at all?

He’d been assuming that Crepus was the only one in the carriage until another, smaller foot, steps out of it. 

Back in his room in the Fatui, he had thought that he’d known everything. Where Crepus worked, where he’d been the past twenty years, who he’s met. He thought that he’d unravel all his father’s ugly deeds, those that Crepus would be proud of and those that he wasn’t. But he had not thought that he’d left out one tiny detail: That Crepus had another son.

And this, here. Diluc’s mind went numb and blank. He had hated Crepus and had not regretted it, but he had not thought of the possibility of half-brother. That Crepus had left his mother to settle down with another woman, and together they’d moved to Mondstadt and lived in peace. He’s more than certain now that Crepus had never once missed his mother, but to his surprise he was not entirely furious at the existence of a brother.

it's an honest observation, one that many tend to make, but diluc can't help but snort. he covers his mouth as he regains his composure, then he clears his throat.

"not to be arrogant, but believe me, barbatos doesn't bless the wine." 'he just drinks it all' he mutters under his breath. it's a sweet sentiment from those who look up to the anemo god, but diluc knows very well that 'barbatos' isn't responsible for the wines' fame.

@noctuafought // ❤️ // Zhongli

      "They say the wine within Mondstadt is one of the best within Teyvat as it's favoured and even potentially blessed by their own 'God'." Favoured? Something he knew. Barbatos always did love to have a drink or ten. But blessing the wine? Highly unlikely.

      But he liked to poke and prode. See what responses humans gave to sililar questions. See what their thoughts and opinions where about it. It did make interacting with humans all the more interesting in the end.