Hey hi, my name is Caly, millennial, she/they pronouns, bi, currently learning Japanese, and so on. This is my main blog where I post and reblog art, headcanons, moodboards, etc, mostly related to the Diabolik Lovers fandom.
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This blog is 18+. Whereas I don't usually post a lot of nsfw content, occasionally I do. In any case, I don't feel comfortable with underage people interacting with me. Please, respect that.
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Vampire that’s dirt poor, doesn’t have a sprawling manor or vast riches accumulated by interest. Can’t afford those black leather boots they really want. Travels as a bat to save money not cuz they like it.
Vampire too socially awkward to seduce/compel ppl to feed off them. Has to have their Chadier vamp friends to do it or steals blood bags from the hospital.
Vampires having a “wine” tasting trying out different types of blood, discussing various textures and tastes and stuff like that. But one vampire honestly can’t tell the difference cuz they don’t like the taste anyway.
vampires who don’t like the taste of blood so they have to disguise it by adding artificial flavors (fruit punch, watermelon, strawberry kiwi, NEVER blue raspberry lest it change the color too much and the other vampires judge them) in order to stay properly hydrated
Vampire that was obsessed with skincare when they were human, but now mirrors don’t work for them so they’re constantly looking for ways to see their reflection.
vampire that doesn't really need a familiar because when they were human they were just some working class schmuck used to taking care of their own business so they just pal around with them instead
Vampire that while in bat form hangs out with regular bats thinking they’re also vampires. This goes on for weeks before they realize they’re just normal animals.
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So… I took a break from social media (that includes this platform) last year. Did it have to do with the bullying issue? No, that alone wouldn’t make me leave. But man, it was draining. Many friends on Tumblr were getting some kind of hate in one way or another back then, so when my turn came I wasn’t really surprised. Thing is, at the time I had more important things to do than dealing with… fandom drama.
I’m not gonna get into much detail: these past months have not been great for me. I’m still struggling with depression, but I’m trying. I’m back because I miss my friends and musing on hot vampires. So… at least for now, don’t expect too much of me in terms of content —if you ever did (･_･).
I was tagged by @kissingghouls even though she already knows all my dark secrets
Rules: Tag 10 people you want to know better!
Relationship Status: i have a husband, but he ate the rest of my ice cream so my relationship status might change soon
Favorite Color: turquoise
Song Stuck in Head: Turtle Power by Partners in Kryme
Last Song I listened to: Call of the Coven by Green Lung
Three Favorite Foods: curly fries, potstickers, nachos
Last Thing I Googled: best places to stab someone
Dream Trip: step daughter wants to go to Japan so I’d like to take her there
Anything I want Right Now: Papa’s White Sox jersey
People to tag: @rabidghoul @darklylucid @bonetiger @ghostussy @angellayercake @i-hold-horrors-hand @xfilesinamajor annnnnd idk whoever else wants to do it
Relationship Status: Intentionally single as no one in my area meets my criteria.
Favourite Colour: Pale pink and Cream
Song Stuck in Head: From Persephone by Kiki Rockwell
Last Song I listened to: Dead Souls by Nine Inch Nails
Three Favourite Foods: Pizza (w/ black olives, pepperoni, and banana peppers OR margherita OR greek…), Pasta (fettuccini alfredo), and, lately, sunny side up eggs w/ pesto toast.
Last Thing I Googled: Vampire: the Masquerade (since I saw the creators of Red Embrace: Hollywood mention they were inspired by it.)
Dream Trip: I have so many and I’m hoping to check a few off starting next January. So, I’ll pick the one’s not on the docket: Transylvania during October. My birthday is a week before Halloween and I think that would be such a magical trip. Or, Corinaldo, Italy for their Festa Delle Streghe (Festival of the Witches).
Anything I want Right Now: A morally ambiguous vampire boyfriend to whisk me away from this life.
Relationship Status: Real life men suck! So anime boyfriends is my current status. 😆
Favourite Colour: Pink 💗 & Blue. 💙
Song Stuck in Head: Ultraviolance by Lana de Rey.
Last Song I listened to: Cinnamon Girl by Lana del Rey. (Love her!!!😍)
Three Favourite Foods: Pizza, Chicken Salads and Sushi.
Last Thing I Googled: John William Waterhouse Arts.
Dream Trip: Bora Bora, Japan and Hawaii.
Anything I want Right Now: Azusa. 😂
I Tag: @animefan2123 @yuriko-tsukino-rp @cutelih @ruki-mukami-dl @eve-komori @rukiyui-fanblog @afra-blueraz @7sins7dreams and whoever wants to do this. (Don’t know who else to tag)
Relationship Status: Good old “It’s complicated”. Hah.
Favorite Color: Gray, white, pale pink.
Song stuck in my head: Less Than by NIN.
Last Song I listened to: Sleep Away Your Troubles by The Softies.
Three Favorite Foods: Figs, honey, violet candies.
Last Thing I Googled: The directions to a local club that I’ll be checking out along with a friend next weekend.
Dream trip: Also Japan, cherry blossom season.
Anything I want right now: Energy. But for now I’m gonna settle for a… coke.
Tagging: If it’s about people I want to know better, I would tag a good handful of friends that I’ve been missing a lot. But surely everyone has been tagged already aaand… I don’t want to be annoying 🤡.
I need to know, what do you think Kanato's first time making love to his doll would be like? Not just carnal sex, but once her realizes he loves and cares them. - 🎎
Hmm, I love this question, thank you for sending me such a sweet mood. I think for this one I'll repost a short fic from my old blog.
CW: NSFW, not very explicit, but still 18+ MINORS DNI, NO EXCEPTIONS, I'll block you. Contains slightly possessive lovemaking, and a bit of roughness, but overall on the sweet side (especially for Diabolik Lovers content)
[1.803 words]
a Night with Kanato Sakamaki, your Lover🔪
His knees buckle and he just falls forward to bury his face in your stomach. With his arms around your middle, he trembles in fear that you will shove him away, like he always is. He cannot even speak anymore, there’s just feral sounds when you press his head against your body in acceptance.
It’s jarring and enchanting at the same time: His whole body convulses when you run your fingers through his hair and gently massage at his scalp. There’s that urge swelling up in his chest to dig his nails into your back so you can never leave. But what if you got mad? You feel his insecure hands flex at the small of your back, they dampen the fabric of your clothing with sweaty fear. He’s ashamed and suppresses a whine. You will laugh at him now, isn’t that true? A scream is stuck in his chest, he’s so confused by himself.
What is this feeling?
You crouch down instead of laughing and hug his head to the crook of your neck. His arms just fall to the side, he’s completely frozen. What if he moves a way you don’t like and you will stop hugging him close? His fears are earned paranoia, and you do your best to make him understand your honesty with kisses on his hair and a singsong hum of his name right into his ear.
He just can’t let you go, this is way too nice! He simply must bunch his hands in your shirt and close his legs around your hips to hold you tight. His face burns in shame at his neediness and when you can’t help but chuckle, he growls and pulls your face back by your hair. His eyebrows are drawn together above round pleading eyes, a mask of pouty anger to hide the open raw heart underneath.
He wants to ask why you laughed, wants to scold you for being so mean… and your gentle smile just begs to be ruined… but he is so tired. When you start rubbing his chest, his mouth just falls slack and his eyes blink heavily, it seems suddenly he just forgets what he meant to say. With a sigh he sags forward to lean against your hands and put his forehead to yours. You sink deeply into the purple hue of his eyes until he has to close them. His long lashes tickle your cheek when he nuzzles against you, lost in the pleasant touch of your hands against his chest. It’s almost too much, his breathing grows heavy, he can’t help it.
Trembling fists uncurl at your back to slip underneath your shirt and feel your heart thump through your back. So slow it beats, not in wild panic, but relaxed. He feels the sound through his hands and the tickle of your breath on his lips.
Without warning he bursts into a string of pleading, all carefully hidden behind instructions to follow. Hug me closer, I know you want to be comforted, my doll. Show me your throat, I will kiss you there, that is what you wanted after all, isn’t that true?
Of course he only says this so everybody knows it is not he who begs. Why would you think that?! Is this begging when he makes you sit still and silent so he can touch you all over to reward you for being so good? Is it begging when he makes sure that you make a pleased face when he rubs your chest back like you did before? When he tries to memorize your expression so he can show it to you later mirrored on his face? When he reminds you to bite back your moans so he can hear himself better, to make sure this is real, he is feeling good and it’s no lie?
It’s always the same with him, he just likes cuddling so much. Soon he will rut against you with all parts of his body to enjoy your body heat and mark you everywhere with his scent. Cooing noises slip past his lips and sweet shudders wreck him all over until he can’t take it anymore and starts rambling of all the things he feels. It’s overwhelming to feel all that happens simultaneously, he wants to bind the moment with words to appreciate every second and feel one thing after the other.
It’s a battle that is destined to be lost. He demands you to lie still and watch in silence as he hugs himself close and plays with your warm, limp hand. If you left him now, he would shatter, so lie still and just watch. At first he asks you where he should touch, always paired with a suggestion for his favourite places. He likes the look of anticipation on your face and how he can see himself get closer in the reflection of your eyes.
The way his breaths deepen tells you he smells the sweetness of your blood. His fingertips trail your veins all the way up your arm. Quicker his breaths follow to match the pace of your heart which he seems to hear through your skin.
A quick glance to your face is all you get for a warning before he pushes you down to climb into your lap and presses himself flush to your body. You’re so relaxed that his fangs feel like daggers in your neck. Sharp and deep they pierce and make you whine in pain. His dick pulses pressed between your bodies at the sounds you make. You don’t care what he will say, you just have to wrap your arms around his back to push him closer and hear him whine from pleasure in return. He doesn’t even seem to notice that his hips began moving to find a bit of tender friction until he groans in discomfort from being trapped in his snug panties. For a moment he is busy reaching between your bodies to tug himself free and you seize the opportunity to rub his back with just a bit of scratching nails. He moans at this, face buried in your hair, and his dick springs free to slap against your naked belly. Just a bit he pushed your shirt up, to snuggle his length in between the warmed fabric and your skin. But there’s no conscious purpose to it except for feeling you closer.
He seems a bit lost for a moment, doesn’t know what he wants. So he licks at your bite wound and ruts aimlessly against you. Emboldened you ask for a kiss and see him blush and scoff at your blunt question. Of course he will indulge you. And how! The sweetest, softest kiss you have ever felt on your lips, like a butterfly suckling lightly on a freshly bloomed flower it is. He’s never kissed you like that before. It’s assertive and sets the pace yet clearly yearns for more, faster, harder without taking it.
You want to know what this means and dare to suck his tongue into your mouth. It makes him moan shamelessly and buck his hips until his dick drops a bit of icy cold precum onto your belly. He kisses and kisses you, more forceful this time. In between he moans your name and runs his hands all over your chest, feels your hard nipples through your shirt and slings your arms around his neck. He seems ashamed when you bury your hands in his hair and tuck just a bit, since the sounds he makes in reaction are high pitched and raw. Even he seems surprised and blushes pink to his ears.
Suddenly he rolls you around, so you lie on top of him. Again he bites into your neck, right into the same spot as before and you jolt at the pain which makes him whine and reach between his legs. Just a bit, a tiny bit and he will be gone already. He barely can hold it back, the weight of your slightly struggling body on his is almost enough. Now he begs a please, followed by your moan contorted name.
There is something you whisper into his ear, just for him alone, which makes him cum into your lap, trembling and whining until he slacks lifeless to the floor with a sleepy gaze.
You decide to clean him up before he gets uncomfortable. By the time you licked half of him clean from barely warm cum, he is half hard again and grabbing at your arms to pull you back on top of him. This time around he is all shamelessly touching and is only happy when you have tied your bodies together in a complicated embrace. It’s just sigh after sigh from each one of your touches. Goosebumps all over and rolling on his back to give you access to all parts you like to touch, he just enjoys your attention. Every few pets his resolve to just let you roam free crumble and he just has to reach out and pull you close for an fang laced kiss before he sinks back again and squirms in his spot under each of your touches.
He’s so needy and sensitive and never satisfied. It can’t be helped, you’ll never be allowed to stop. So you have to go on until he pulses again from just a slight scratch over his nipples. You lick him clean over and over until his tip is red and swollen and any stimulation makes him flinch and whine. But you’re not allowed to leave still. To pacify him, you have to wrestle him down, he’s all whiny and claws at you, can’t form any words anymore except for please, please, please. Please don’t leave, please more, please longer, even though he can’t take it.
So you let him trap you in an embrace you could never physically break. Your back trapped to his chest, you let him slide his dick into you to stretch you open all night. You wake sore and exhausted with scratch marks all over your arms and chest where he held you close with a frantic fervour. The tops of your thighs are equally wounded where he held on in desperation to angle you and fuck in deeper when you dared to drift into an exhausted sleep.
But that angelic smile on his blood smeared sleeping face is why you don’t care. When he wakes he will lick the wounds all away and draw a bath to clean you from head to toe accompanied by the sweetest kisses. And when you are pretty and pampered and smile at him happily again he will ruin you once more. That’s just who he is. He needs to taste every flavor you have to offer and will dig deep to unlock them all.
Sneaking inside, the storage room seemed endless. Doll after do... No, corpse after corpse littered the walls, most on the floor, posed gracefully mid-step, or the like... Some other lay in the corners, naked, incomplete. A rouge other hung from the wall, large metal hooks deeply imbedded in the grey, taught skin of her back.
❝ Just what do you think you're doing? ❞
Kanato had whispered from behind you, thereby blocking your only exit, for the time being...
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Kanato often wanders around aimlessly in the mansion when he feels lonely (but will take a plushy or toy along on his tours). Without even noticing, he hums songs based on things he hears while exploring the same routes over and over again. The tapping of his dress shoes against wooden floors and the crunching of pebbles on the labyrinthine paths through the garden - they all have their own rhythm. Like a ghost Kanato wanders on the traces of his childhood memories. Bound to relive them and weave melodies throughout the hallways with his steps to keep them alive, undead, he hums and wanders. To Ayato it sounds like wimmering, in Kanato's head it's just some nearby bird. Poor little song bird trapped in his own head.
Kanato does not like it if someone makes him aware of how he sings in that low eerie voice while he wanders. Some girls wander by mistake, they say. And this boy not only gets lost in his own head, he also often quite literally forgets where he is. But the little songs he sings always help him find his way back home as well as to remember things. Songs are like a collection of tiny bottles on a shelf in his head. And each one pours out its melodies in a song that paints a path to the thing or place he wants to remember. It works for his trails through the woods, to his favorite maid cafe and to the cemetery, where he likes to be in company of the dead. But also as a gateway to past times.
Kanato does not like to be asked to sing. Precisely because it makes him remember so well. And putting feelings from his own heart into dolls he can lock away in his closet, where they are out of his eyes and mind, is his favorite pastime after all.
Only when someone gets really close to him, he may allow a request for a song. Obsessive as Kanato is, memories tend to dance and stumble over each other inside of him as if to outrun each other in a wild race. And when he has found that one thing for a while, or one person perhaps, that can occupy him fully, fill him up to the brim and banish everything else away, until he consumed every last bit of it - only then, the songs escape from their old rotten melody paths for a while. And Kanato sings with a smile - for a while.
//Appreciation post for Yui’s smile because it's so genuine and my daily dose of serotonin! 💕
One of the many qualities I love about Yui is her ability to find happiness in seemingly insignificant things. She always finds a way to enjoy to the fullest every moment, whether it's a simple carnival game, a parade attraction, some sweets, or things like flowers and stars in general. Her greatest joy is, simply put, being alive. ♡
Ruki likes bratty girls. Pouted lips and stupidly defiant eyes just do something to him. It's a careful balance though - you have to be smart enough to know how to play it perfectly. Just enough of a 'screw you' to get him hot and bothered, but not so bothered that he fillets the skin off your back. You're walking the tightrope with this one, and he appreciates a good show. Watch out, though. He doesn't believe in safety nets.
Kou likes honest girls. He's such a slimy bastard himself that he can't really believe it when he finds someone who doesn't lie through their teeth for every little thing. So he'll use his magical sight to scan through your heart a hundred times, each time hoping that he'll catch you in the middle of deceit. Kou falls in love suddenly, just one realization that you really do mean all you say is enough to push him off the edge with savage force. Loves you for genuine words, soft sincerity.
Yuuma likes intelligent girls. Even he doesn't know why he likes the spectacled ones with an unholy number of thick books in their arms...he just does. Solve a tough math problem for him, explain how an author's used an anaphora to heighten the tension in the passage, off-handedly mention a science fact - and Yuuma's immediately eyeing you in a whole new light. It may have something to with this primal urge in him to have the best possible partner so she can give him the best possible kids. Yuuma knows he's not the sharpest shovel in the gardening kit, so he secretly wants a smart lover who can fill in those lacking IQ points (💀)
Azusa likes artistic girls. He's such a ghost of a person who disassociates so heavily that the only thing that really speaks to him except for pain is a soul. All forms of art are beautiful to him; even something as crazily specific as clockmaking or kite flying. It's just the spark of creativity, the fluidity of hands moving with complete assurance in their abilities, the bashful smiles when the end result is praised - he loves seeing all of it. And he wants to be a part of your artistic processes too. Paint flowers on his bandages, guide his fingers around the cool, malleable flesh of wet clay as it spins on the potter's wheel to make a tray for his favourite daggers. Being part of something precious to you makes him feel like he's worthwhile too.
I hope this is the last thing I have to say about this.
As someone who enjoys both the horror and the fluffier sides of the franchise and can’t see any problem with people engaging with the kind of content they prefer —nor why should I, or anyone, for that matter, have an opinion on how others spend their free time—, I have to say that the tone of some posts regarding the current situation is concerning to say the least.
Sending anon hate is despicable and no one deserves this, no one, no exceptions and no excuses. That is something we all can agree on, and I’m relieved to see that at least every blog who is speaking out do.
But, at the same time, I’ve seen some of these indirectly accusing the blogs who engage with a softer content of being behind the anon hate as a direct result of getting offended by the whole discussion. I’m sorry to say this, but this kind of serious accusations stuffed in posts that try to advocate for the absence of hatred in the fandom will only serve to perpetuate the atmosphere of distrust that is already unbearable enough in a community so small like ours.
If you know who is sending these anons, tell them to reconsider if the point they’re trying to make has any chance of being heard. Otherwise, the best we can do is taking a step back.
People on all sides are seriously hurt, and nothing will come out of it.
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do u think the people who send terrible anons to dl blogs are the same ones that did it years ago and they never grew out of it, or do u think there's like, fresh new losers
