Reblog this and have your followers toss these into the ask box to force you to choose between two diabolik scenarios. Please be wary!! These are diabolik scenarios, some are very graphic and dark! Proceed with caution! Not for the faint of heart!
(Rose) – Pick one of them to drink your blood: Subaru or Kou.
(Baby’s Breath) – Pick one of them to drink your blood: Reiji or Ruki.
(Carnation) – Pick one of them to drink your blood: Shuu or Yuma.
(Amaryllis) – Pick one of them to drink your blood: Ayato or Laito.
(Dahlia) – Pick one of them to drink your blood: Kanato or Azusa.
(Allium) – Which date do you go on: Wandering through the cemetery with Kanato or studying microbiology with Reiji? (Amaranth) – Which date do you go on: Intense concert practice with Kou or shelving books with Ruki? (Anemones) – Which date do you go on: Being Shuu’s unmoving body pillow for eight hours or shoveling soil with Yuma? (Anthurium) – Which date do you go on: Totally unfair basketball practice with Ayato or dangerous game of darts with Laito?
(Astilbe) – Which boy’s bad side would you rather be on: Yuma or Reiji (Astrantia) –
Which boy’s bad side would you rather be on: Ruki or Kanato (Calla Lilies) –
Which boy’s bad side would you rather be on: Laito or Kou
(Chrysanthemum) – Which boy would you save from death: Shuu or Azusa (Clematis)
– Which boy would you save from death: Subaru or Ayato (Craspedia)
– Which boy would you save from death: Reiji or Ruki
(Daffodil) – If you got permission to clonk one on the head without negative consequences, who would you pick: Yuma or Shuu (Freesia) – If you got permission to clonk one on the head without negative consequences, who would you pick: Ayato or Kou (Hydrangea) – If you got permission to clonk one on the head without negative consequences, who would you pick: Laito or Ruki
(Iris) – You’re pregnant! Who’s the dad: Reiji or Kanato (Orchid)
– You’re pregnant! Who’s the dad: Subaru or Ruki (Peony)
– You’re pregnant! Who’s the dad: Yuma or Kou
(Veronica) – Who stole your virginity: Subaru or Azusa (Tulips)
– Who stole your virginity: Shuu or Ayato (Aster)
– Who stole your virginity: Reiji or Laito
(Iron) – Who gets to dominate you to his liking: Kou or Subaru (Steel)
– Who gets to dominate you to his liking: Yuma or Ayato (Gunmetal)
– Who gets to dominate you to his liking: Ruki or Kanato
(Silver) – Who gets to give you a haircut: Laito or Shuu (Gold)
– Who gets to give you a haircut: Ruki or Kou (Rust)
– Who gets to give you a haircut: Kanato or Azusa
(Copper) – Pick a bad deed: burned Ruki’s favorite book or threw a spider at Laito.
(Bronze) – Pick a bad deed: stomped Yuma’s tomatoes or ruined Shuu’s MP3 player.
(Brass) – Pick a bad deed: knocked over Reiji’s alchemy ingredient shelf or got stains on Teddy. (Nickel) – Pick a bad deed: threw away all of Azusa’s knives or hit Subaru with a Subaru and made a bad joke to his face.
(Zinc) – Whose heart did you break, u monster: Ruki or Kou
(Titanium) – Whose heart did you break, u monster: Yuma or Reiji
(Aluminum) – Whose heart did you break, u monster: Shuu or Ayato
(Platinum) –
Whose heart did you break, u monster: Kanato or Subaru
(Tin) – You’ve been a bad girl, who gets to punish you: Laito or Ayato
(Lead) –
You’ve been a bad girl, who gets to punish you: Azusa or Kanato
(Bismuth) –
You’ve been a bad girl, who gets to punish you: Subaru or Yuma
(Cobalt) – Who gets to rip out your heart and devour it: Shuu or Reiji
(Palladium) – Who gets to rip out your heart and devour it: Ruki or Ayato
(Rhodium) – Who gets to rip out your heart and devour it: Laito or Kou (Mercury) – Who gets to rip out your heart and devour it: Subaru or Kanato (Iridium) –
Who gets to rip out your heart and devour it: Yuma or Azusa
(Thallium) – Pick the more preferable scenario: becoming one of Kanato’s dolls or being forever locked in the dungeon as Laito’s toy. (Seaborgium) – Pick the more preferable scenario: slowly eaten alive by Ayato or slowly stabbed to death by Azusa. (Vanadium) –
Pick the more preferable scenario: drowning to death with Shuu or strangled to death by Yuma. (Chromium) –
Pick the more preferable scenario: violently eaten alive by Subaru or Reiji’s toy until inevitable death.
(Sapphire) – Who would you rather cook dinner with: Kou or Subaru (Ruby) –
Who would you rather cook dinner with: Reiji or Kanato (Garnet) –
Who would you rather cook dinner with: Yuma or Ayato
(Pearl) – Pick one to be on your zombie apocalypse team: Shuu or Kanato (Amethyst) –
Pick one to be on your zombie apocalypse team: Ruki or Azusa (Diamond) –
Pick one to be on your zombie apocalypse team: Reiji or Laito
(Jade) –
Pick the more preferable activity: building a pillow fort with Shuu or playing house with Kanato. (Jasper) – Pick the more preferable activity: helping Reiji with his alchemy or wandering the rose garden with Subaru. (Peridot) –
Pick the more preferable activity: assisting Laito with his crossword puzzle or cooking with Ayato. (Opal) –
Pick the more preferable activity: silently reading with Ruki or hardcore karaoke with Kou. (Sodalite) –
Pick the more preferable activity: picking strawberries with Yuma or admiring scars with Azusa.
(Lapis Lazuli) – Last, but not least, if you got to live any of the endings from any game, which would it be?
Screw it. Come at me. Let’s see what you guys think.
Brown – Kino
Ketchup – Karlheinz
Death – Richter
Admin Mawile: I’ve been slow here lately cause I got a job and it’s eating up my energy, buuuut, I think I’ll reblog some fun interactive stuff! (* ﾟ∀ﾟ)ﾉｼ If anyone just wants to talk, be it about headcanons, DL in general, or just life stuff, feel free! I’m still here, just tired and busy >3>
“I love you,” she crooned, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, and Laito felt absolutely sick.
His sweaty bangs fell in his face, hair damp and clinging to his neck. His chest heaved with uneven breaths, trying to keep up with everything that he’d just been through. His hands, by his sides, were shaking.
Cordelia, his beautiful mother, had pulled away as soon as she was done with him, smiling like the cat that had caught the canary.
Laito closed his eyes for a moment, exhaustion weighing him down. He was tired, so tired, cold to his core now that she wasn’t leaning on him, holding him in place. Unpleasant as it was, as all of this was, sometimes, Laito only felt like he was still a part of the world was in those moments.
His mother’s expression soured. She paused in tugging her dress back on, and turned towards him, features trained into something cold.
“Laito, are you forgetting something?” Cordelia’s words were kind, but her tone was sharp and bitter, cutting like a knife, and Laito flinched.
“I love you too, mother,” he said, voice a whisper in the dark room, and Cordelia smiled again. She always wanted the attention, always wanted to be thanked for every moment she spent with someone, and Laito should have known that forgetting to reaffirm her would end in a foul mood.
Stepping closer, Cordelia ran one fine, long-fingered hand through Laito’s hair, an imitation of a caress that almost felt real, unpleasant only in the chill of her touch and the unamused stiffness of her movements.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she soothed, and Laito shivered. Attention like this was rare, even when it was clear she didn’t want to do it.
“Yes, mother,” he replied, fighting the urge to roll over and bury himself in the blankets, soak in her affection while it lasted, even false as it was. His eyes closed, the only respite he could allow himself for now.
“Laito,” Cordelia’s voice went cold. “I don’t like that tone.”
A part of Laito registered that today would be one of the many days when his mother found something, anything to pick on and used it to make him hurt. The other part started like a frightened rabbit at the viciousness in her tone, going cold as he realized that she was angry with him.
“I’m sorry, mother. I didn’t mean to offend you.” His voice came out quiet, terrified, and Laito cringed despite himself. That would never be good enough to appease her when she got into one of her moods.
Abruptly, Cordelia’s hand tightened in his hair, twisting her long fingers into the soft strands just hard enough to pull.
“You didn’t mean to?” she repeated, tone mocking. “Then please,” words punctuated with a yank to his hair, “do better next time. I don’t need your sass, not after everything I’ve done for you already.”
It didn’t make sense, but Laito nodded, ignoring the way it pulled at his scalp. He was terrified, cowering under his mother’s wrath, and the knowledge that he’d somehow done something wrong chilled him from the inside out. Cordelia had no room in her good graces for failure.
It was like this, sometimes. She’d take offence at nothing, take it out on one of them, then pretend like nothing happened. The routine was familiar, but no less frightening than it ever was.
Tugging his head up off the bed, pulling so hard that it drew a pathetic little whine out of him, Cordelia roughly twisted him to face her.
She slapped him, once, twice, then again, sharp enough to force his head to the side with each hit, yanking painfully at the hair she still had in her grip. Laito’s fangs went through his lip on the second hit, and there was blood dripping down his chin by the time she was through with beating him.
Starbursts of pain exploded around his scalp, face, and lip, bloody and beaten parts of him aching in a way that hurt no matter how quickly they’d heal. Cordelia’s face was stern, looking at him like he was some kind of pest.
Laito didn’t dare ask if she was satisfied now.
A few tense moments passed, his mother still holding him in place by the hair. Laito forced his eyes to stay open, not not look away from her.
Cordelia dropped him as soon as she got bored, shaking some hairs that she’d torn out off of her hand. She didn’t bother to tell him that she was done with him for now. The door slammed behind her moments later.
Left alone in the dark room, curtains blowing in the faint night breeze, Laito closed his eyes. It felt almost more alone to see where she was.
He was cold, bare skin chilled by the wind blowing in, and in the wake of his mother’s wrath, Laito felt like everything had been drained out of him. He still didn’t know what he’d done to upset her, beyond some passing mood that she decided to take out on him, and that hurt almost worse.
How affection could turn to pain so quickly, Laito would never know.
Oh, but he did know, didn’t he? That was just how love went, for creatures like them; half pleasure and half pain.
Laughing quietly, Laito rolled over. His mother’s words ringing in his head, he felt as if he was standing on unsteady ground. She loved him, she had to, and all the pain she caused him was just a consequence.
Her scent lingered on the pillow, almost as if she was there beside him, heavy perfume, blood, and something uniquely dark.
Scalp still aching, blood staining the sheets beneath him, Laito turned his face away, absentmindedly shoving that particular pillow onto the floor. Cordelia never stayed with him after things were done.
Their little routine would stay the same, he knew, for as long as she could get away with it.
Shin had had a rebellious streak since childhood. He’d always been the one to act out, to refuse to give in to the orders of those above him.
Humans never liked that. They couldn’t stand not being the ones in control, and the more he tried to fight back, the more he was forced back down. By now, struggle was a bitter thing.
He’d been punished every time he’d tried to fight back, of course, beaten, starved, forced to bow and apologize with every word he’d never mean. It was torture, by every definition, and all the humans called it was “discipline”, as if he needed nothing more than to learn how to behave.
It made Shin absolutely sick.
Recently, he’d bitten someone, some human who tried to yank him around by the hair when he wouldn’t heel like some kind of dog. His fangs sunk into her skin with ease, and he’d torn a good chunk out of her.
He’d been slapped for it, yes, hard enough to make him feel like the world was spinning, but it had been worth it to make one of them hurt.
It had been a couple days since the incident, and Shin was just starting to think that the slap and a long night in a cage were all he was going to get for it. Unpleasant, yes, but a lot less so than what he was expecting as punishment for what he’d done. It was almost ominous that he hadn’t been hurt worse yet, hadn’t been punished properly.
So, when a human came to his bed (nothing but a pile of spare blankets on the floor), grabbed him by his collar, and drug him off without a word to tell what was happening, Shin’s stomach sank through the floor.
The human was one of his owners’ friends, probably. They knew a lot of other humans, and Shin rarely saw the same people twice.
This one was a large man, wearing blood stained clothes that made something like a spike of fear pierce through Shin. This was not a normal punishment; even he was smart enough to figure that out.
Dragging him down to the basement, where he was rarely allowed to go, the man walked with long, purposeful steps. Shin struggled to get to his knees and crawl after him instead of being pulled, but the human gave him little room to relieve the pressure of the collar around his throat.
The stairs hurt even worse, and when Shin was shoved against a low table on the floor of the basement, he started to shiver.
He could smell blood, more of it than he’d ever been near.
“Listen up, vampire,” the human said, voice cold. “You’re going to put your hands on that table and keep them there. For every time you try to move away, you’ll be hurt worse later. You won’t like what happens to you if you disobey, so forget that rebellious streak and behave.”
Shin resisted the urge to growl. The man was treating him like was stupid, like he was lower than a dog, and it was hard not to lash out.
But this human seemed serious, nothing like the woman he’d bitten, and some kind of survival instinct told Shin that he’d better listen, or risk paying a price much more terrible than a hit to his pride.
So Shin put his hands up on the low table, kneeling, back straight, at it as he’d been trained to sit. He was a First Blood, and he had pride. No matter what the humans did to him, he would be strong and brave enough to endure, just like his brother always had when they were young.
The human sat down on the other side of the table, frowning. Shin tried to ignore the smell of blood in the air.
The human grabbed a finger on Shin’s right hand.
He twisted, and Shin felt his finger snap like a twig.
A howl tore itself out of Shin’s throat, and he’d yanked himself away before he could stop it, curling up over his wounded hand on pure instinct. It hurt, pain like fire shooting up through his arm and burning his insides.
Calm as anything, the human told him to return to his position. Shin had pulled away once, and that meant this was going to get worse.
Shaking, eye wide, Shin forced himself to return his hands to the table. One of his fingers was laying at an odd angle, the one that the man had twisted, and it hurt almost as bad as having his eye taken out.
As soon as Shin was back in place, the man grabbed the next finger, and did the same thing as before, snapping it with ease.
This time, at least, Shin saw it coming. He gritted his teeth, groaned in barely concealed pain, but managed to stay still. His hands twitched against the table, but he didn’t pull away.
One by one, the man went over the remaining three fingers on his right hand, breaking each one with disturbing precision. Shin managed to hold still until the last of them, but when his thumb was brutally twisted backwards, a sickening snap filling the air, he couldn’t help but flinch.
Again, the human ordered him to put his hands back on the table.
Shuddering, trembling so hard he could barely see, Shin obeyed. This man was serious like no human had ever been with him before.
For once, he didn’t dare to try to fight back.
The man moved on to the next hand, crushing another bone with so much force that Shin felt himself whimper, and Shin was frozen in place. His broken fingers were shaking. His hands were both throbbing as if they were about to fall off, and nothing had ever hurt this badly before.
Shin knew exactly why this was happening. He’d broken the last straw by biting that woman, and now, he was paying the price.
Another finger snapped, and wetness trailed down Shin’s face.
Admin Mawile: To be honest, I think everyone in DL is somehow a victim. We don’t know the full backstories of Karl and the mothers yet, and there’s a lot of room for them to wind up close to, if not just as sympathetic as the boys. That’s not even starting on the massive grey area that is the morality of the characters that we’re even meant to like, and really, DL is majorly questionable when it comes to morality and what qualifies as a sympathetic character. Karl and the mothers could change a lot in upcoming games, for one, and it’s also hard to pin down a single “bad guy” to begin with.
Basically what I’m getting at here is that DL is fiction, and there’s not a lot of point in fussing over which characters are “okay” to like. Within reason, a healthy dose of “fuck it, I’ll do what I want” is a good thing in fiction. I get that you’re just asking about who the “villain” is, anon, but that can turn into criticizing which characters people like and why pretty quick, so I feel like saying this much is kind of necessary.
Warnings: Child abuse, blood, mild gore, general DL creepiness
From the time the adults at the orphanage had pulled him away from the group, insisted that Ruki and the others has to stay behind, Kou knew deep in him that something was very, very wrong.
They led him through parts of the building that Kou had never been in, down dark stairs and through a corridor that smelled wet and unpleasant. Like everything else in the orphanage, these places were dirty and in poor repair, dark and looking like no one had actually lived in them in a while.
When they reached the end of the corridor, one of the adults went ahead, through a heavy, wooden door and into the dark.
The other one stayed beside him, making a face like she was sick. Kou looked up at her, confused, but held himself back from asking any questions. The adults never liked it when the kids had too many questions.
“Now,” the adult said, forcing a smile, “you’re going to be good for us today, alright? The orphanage needs money, and we’re relying on you to behave. You don’t want the place you live to have to close, do you?” She looked at Kou with an expression of barely concealed unhappiness, contrasting the sickly sweet tone of her voice.
Kou thought to himself that, if it wasn’t for Ruki and the others, he might not care too much if this place had to close.
He didn’t say a thing, though, just nodded in agreement. The adult then grabbed him by the arm, grip tight, and hauled him through the door.
On the other side, there was a nicely furnished room, dark, but finer than anything Kou had seen before. There were a lot of adults seated around the room, chatting amongst themselves in low, pleased tones. Their clothes were nice, like the nobles Ruki had told Kou about.
When they saw Kou, the adults smiled, slowly turning towards him one after another as the conversation halted. Close to ten pairs of eyes were soon all on him and the adult holding his arm, and Kou squirmed.
He didn’t like this. Adults looking at him usually meant someone was mad at him, and Kou didn’t even know what he’d done wrong this time.
“Welcome, our little star,” one of the men smiled instead, standing up and brushing his coat out behind him. He walked over, kneeled in front of Kou, and took one of his little hands in his own.
“Ah, yes,” he murmured, looking Kou in the eye and brushing a bit of hair out of his face. “You’re a cute one, aren’t you? The orphanage really knew what kind of kid we wanted to see…” he looked up at the adult, smiling, “Thank you, ma’am. This is exactly what we paid for.”
The woman smiled, even though she looked more sad than happy, and excused herself with one last comment for Kou to be good.
And Kou was left alone with the room full of adults.
The adult who had kneeled in front of Kou stood up and led him towards the center of the room. There were close to ten adults, all smiling, and when one woman passed him a little cake, Kou was too overwhelmed to do anything but take a bite. Sweet burst over his tongue, and he made a soft noise, forcing the rest of the food into his mouth in a rush.
Laughing, the adults passed him something else, which Kou ate without thinking. So many people had never looked at him at once before, and he was nervous down to the pit of his stomach, tense.
Eventually, Kou had eaten enough that his stomach felt pleasantly full. The adults around him were smiling and laughing, each having handed him something nice, and Kou himself was in the lap of one of the women. He’d almost forgotten the bad feeling he’d had when he first arrived.
“Alright, that should be enough for preparation,” the first man said suddenly, and all at once, Kou was shoved off the woman’s lap.
He hit the floor hard, and had just long enough to look up and see the adult walking towards him with a knife before the first of the pain hit.
What happened next, Kou didn’t remember very clearly.
Kou was on the floor, hurting everywhere like nothing had ever hurt before. The adults had left the room, still laughing, leaving Kou to lay and suffer after they had had their fun with him for long enough.
He remembers laughter, pain like nothing else, metal slicing into his skin, and kicks and hits and shoves pushing him back and forth.
At some point, he’d already thrown up everything they’d given him, but Kou barely manages to roll over and heave again, spitting up bile and sour nothingness. Just moving makes every part of him ache.
There’s wet surrounding him, hot and soaking through what’s left of his clothes. It’s sticky when he tries to move, clinging to his skin.
Kou looks down and sees red covering every part of him he can see. There’s flesh hanging open in places, cuts still weeping blood, and–, and he’s starting to feel lightheaded, room spinning in place as he lays.
There’s a weightless, dizzy feeling settling down over him, and blood spreading under him. He hurts everywhere, pain a living thing eating him from the inside out. The adults are long gone, but Kou is still afraid, still unable to do anything but cry and hope that they don’t come back.
Tears streak down Kou’s bloody, bruised face, cutting hot, stinging trails into every open wound. Little sobs wrack him, even though every tiny movement makes everything hurt all over again.
He feels a bit like he might be dying, shaking from the pain.
Kou thinks of Ruki, Yuuma, and Azusa. He thinks that he might not ever see them again. He wonders what they’ll think of him being gone.
Closing his eyes, Kou barely feels himself being picked up.
Admin Mawile: Love can help people, yes, but it’s not going to fix anyone. It has to be a person’s choice to better themselves, and no amount of loving them is going to make them better if they aren’t willing to improve themself.
I get what you’re saying here, anon, and it sounds deeply worrying that some people think DL is a good idea in real life.
Now, I hate to discourage anyone, but in the case of DL, it kind of has to be said. The idea that you can love someone abusive into treating you better is a dangerous, dangerous thing, and one that I’d hate to see younger fans of DL getting mixed up in. People should be loved and accepted, but that’s not an excuse. Loving someone doesn’t mean enabling them, and allowing people to treat you the way the boys treat Yui is just abuse.
To anyone who thinks that the way that DL works is applicable to real life; it’s not. You can’t “fix” someone by loving them.
(However, I am not saying that DL is bad. It’s wonderful, as long as the abuse and violence stay firmly planted in fiction-land. Just keep in mind, the way Yui “fixes” the boys is never how it works in real life.)
DL would not work IRL. As an abuse survivor, if someone is treating you or your loved ones like that, get out. Get away. Never see them again. It’s better that way.
Admin Mawile: Agreed. To any young people in the fandom (or just anyone who needs to hear it), don’t put up with anyone who treats you like the boys treat Yui.
For example, I can confirm from personal experience that the “you’re not allowed to look at anyone but me” thing that some of the DL boys do is downright horrible in real life.
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