I know the opinions about DIablo 4 that are online. I know. But hear me out. It’s a fun game. It’s super unbalanced. It gets repetitive over time. But still it feels good to smash some demons:) so here’s a third summer post. Just in time when the heat wave here ends and we’re getting some early November vibes.
It’s my goth gurl necromancer from DIablo. I never liked Necro (always being a Barb fan) but here it’s soo much fun. The Bone Arrow is just sweeet and feels super good when it one hits some big cultist from the other end of the map.
Her name’s Mariola and she reminds you to protect your tattoos when in sun!
Fandom: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime
Relationships: Diablo/Rimuru Tempest
Summary:
Rimuru. A lovely name for a beautiful person. Diablo now knew what he should call the one that lit up his formerly dark world. His pulse quickened the moment their hands touched. What a delicate size. Perfect for receiving the gentlest of kisses. And when Rimuru smiled, Diablo felt warmth unlike anything he’d ever known blossom in his chest.
He was sure he’d heard a choir of angels singing. Time itself could freeze right now and he’d be happy for the rest of forever. Beauty, talent, and a smile that’d bring entire armies to their knees? There was no doubt about it, Rimuru was the only one for him. If soulmates were real, he’d certainly have just found his, Diablo was sure of it.
“Your eyes,” Rimuru said as he looked up into them. His grin widened and he chirped, “they’re so cool! I’ve always liked the look of inked sclera.”
Right through the heart. That was it. Diablo could die on the spot now that he was happier than he’d been in a very long time. His grin mirrored the one directed at him and he put a hand over his heart then hummed, “Ahh, such kind words from you of all people. It was well worth the risk of going blind to get them tattooed, then.”
♡
I don't want nobody but you
Kissin' on my tattoos
I don't want nobody but me (Talkin' to you)
Until you fall asleep