#sakamaki christa | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

summercreolefanfictioner · 2 years

Text

the crown and the throne (DiaLovers fanfic // GoT AU)

etch on the wounds || laito, christa, subaru

TW: violence and drugging

It took weeks for Laito to be able to think straight again, his severe wound from Kou healing as he tried to come up with an escape plan and put all the information he obtained to good use. After all, he can now bring back Lady Christa to King's Landing and alert them of the House Mukami's plan of dethroning the House Sakamaki.

But... how?

Despite his countless foolproof escape plans, Laito goes back to square one. First, his mother seized the throne and appointed Reiji as her right hand. Second, a little bird informed him about Lady Tiyana's death. Apparently, she jumped off the Moon Door because of heartbreak. Well, Laito didn't believe that.

Estelle worked for him for a while before Beatrix cast her aside, and she told him that Lady Tiyana was a mad woman who will do anything for Reiji's affections.

Reiji probably killed her off before she got him.

"What are you thinking, Prince Laito?" Christa asked, her voice breaking him from his thoughts.

Laito turned to her, sitting beside her on the ground. Her red eyes were filled with worry and anxiety, and he thinks perhaps his concentrated face reminds her of Karlheinz when he raped her and told her how Subaru was a failed experiment.

Laito smiled, wearing his usual cheery mask in hopes of ensuring Christa won't get insane again. It's getting harder to move in this prison cell and he can't provide care for another person—even if they were his kin.

"I just remembered something," he lied.

Christa was stunned. "Oh."

"Hm? Why, Lady Christa?"

"I..." she hesitated, her forlorn gaze lingering on the door.

Laito followed her line of sight and spotted a shadow of a man peeking through from the slit of the door below.

As if understanding her sentiment, Laito leaned his ear closer to her.

"You can whisper to me, Lady Christa. No one will hear."

Christa swallowed deeply, nervous about what she was about to do. After a few minutes, she relented and whispered in his ear.

"Subaru... when was the last time you saw him?"

Now, this was odd. It was said that Christa often pushed Subaru away from her, crying at the sight of him as she screams the word "filthy." No one knows if she's referring to herself or Subaru, but whenever he gets close or strays away, she would utter the word like a mantra.

Laito's threading on eggshells now. Maybe he should tell a fond memory or something that would make Subaru a great son. He can't risk triggering her insanity in this situation.

"The last time I saw him... well... he told me about the No-Faced God," he answered, and it wasn't a lie. He really talked to Subaru about the story of the No-Faced God.

It was a few days before Subaru's coming-of-age ceremony when the triplets watched him spar with a sword-dancing teacher in the castle's garden. The youngest kept on blabbering about the No-Faced God and how he wanted to be like "No One."

"Is it fun to be No One, though?" Laito asked. "Most people like us wanted to retain an identity for ourselves."

Subaru contemplated for a moment, huffing when he dodged his master's wooden sword and said, "But it's cooler to think that you killed your enemy and they have no idea who did it. Besides, you can go sneaking around and no one will know it's you."

"I... I told Subaru about the No-Faced God," Christa started, "that he was a great warrior, like the Shadow of Death."

There was a moment of silence.

"Prince Laito."

"Yes, my lady?"

Christa fixed her clothing and hugged Laito to her chest, stroking his hair like he was her son and she was his true mother.

"Just... l-let me do this. Please. Just for once... as a mother."

Laito could only nod, feeling her fingers pet his hair gently.

The two got close, reminiscing on happy times at King's Landing... that was until Christa was escorted by the guards outside of their cell and never came back for a few days. Laito had a nagging thought that Christa was killed, but he was proven wrong when she was taken back to their cell again.

Something's off, he believed this train of thought, observing Christa's odd movements.

And when they were given their food, Laito noted how Christa was taking hesitant and small bites of her meal.

Oh, no—

The next thing, he shoved her meal away and tried to make her spit out the food but Christa just swallowed them all, tears falling down from her eyes as she forced herself to tell Laito that she had to do this.

"Why?" he asked in an audible whisper, holding her as if she was being insane again.

"... Lord Kou... I..." she cried more, trying her best to tell everything, "I wanted to save Subaru."

"You can't protect him forever."

She nodded in agreement. "But I wanted to. T-T-They told me that... i-i-if I don't tell them where S-S-Subaru is... either you die... or I do."

Laito stilled at that, swallowing a hard lump. She didn't have to do that. He won't allow it. Never. NEVER!

" Lady Christa," he hissed, "you need to live—Please, do this for Subaru—Lady Christa—"

But Christa's skin was slowly turning purple, eyes turning red as she spits out vile and vomit. Laito bit his lip again, forcing himself not to cry out so he won't give them the satisfaction of winning. He felt her hand on his cheek as she mustered the strength to tell her important words.

"I-I-I'm sorry f-f-for all I've d-d-done... Subaru..."

The guards started to gather outside their cell as Christa finally succumbed to her death. Laito was bitter and angry at that. He should've died; he murdered innocent people and robbed them of their treasures. But Christa didn't have to. Sure, his mission is to bring back Ayato and ensure the standing of the House Sakamaki, but he knows Kanato will do it for him. He saw the future, after all.

The hell. The hell with them.

He stabbed his arm using his fork and used the blood to draw a magic seal. Kanato taught him in the past about a special signal that he can use only once to send an important message.

"Rȳbagon nyke, uēpa raqiros, se jikagon ñuha udra." (1)

Afterward, the seal glowed and vanished into thin air. He might not make a move now, but one day, Laito will see an opening. And by that time, he will take back everything.

Everything that is his.

TRANSLATION

(1) Hear me, old friend, and send my words.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

NEXT CHAPTER

STORY MASTERLIST

#diabolik lovers #laito sakamaki #sakamaki laito #sakamaki subaru #subaru sakamaki #christa #christa sakamaki #sakamaki christa #game of thrones au #diabolik lovers x game of thrones #dialovers x games of thrones #diahell #diahell content #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers fanfic

35 notes · View notes

the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers · 2 years

Note

“Mummy, is it permitted to kiss on the first date…I’ve been invited to a date…My first one ever.” – for Christa.

Christa: The first date?

Christa: No... no. You mustn’t show that you’re too invested, too quickly. Play coy, dear, and you’ll be assured another date with...

Christa, getting lost in thought: ...Him...

#christa sakamaki #sakamaki christa #react #ask #anon #dialovers #Diabolik Lovers #dialovers collection #the-most-diabolik-of-lovers

96 notes · View notes

dialoveryuukos · 2 years

Text

There is is this new trend called "carrying your love with me" on TikTok and It reminds me of Yuuko and Christa! <3

In CL ( chaos lineage ) Yuuko is wearing a choker that has a similar diamond paterns ( ? ) from Christa's clothes.

“And Everyday's a dream when I'm carrying your love with me.”

#diabolik lovers oc #sakamaki yuuko #yuuko sakamaki #sakamaki christa #christa sakamaki #Yuuko in CL : I'm carrying your love with me♡︎

19 notes · View notes

ruki--mukami · 2 years

Note

Oh dear, you must Mukami ruki..Karl talks about you..

"Greetings, Christa-sama. Indeed you are correct, I am Ruki Mukami. It is most wonderful to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this encounter, much less entanglement in my benefactor's conversations? I can only hope he continues to hold me in his good graces."

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #rp #diabolik lovers rp #christasama #christa sakamaki #sakamaki christa

19 notes · View notes

graceraindrops-blog · 3 months

Text

How much of a terrible mom was Cordelia? A full explanation.

It's a shame that the first post of my blog is dedicated to a rather ''interesting'' take @yuikomorii showed me, but taking into account that I've done my research involving the mothers, I find it a perfect opportunity to make a full explanation of Cordelia's abusive behavior.

Before I start, I would like to talk about why Cordelia acted the way she did (I AM NOT JUSTIFYING HER ACTIONS).

We know that Cordelia's father was neglectful towards her after the death of her mother which made her lack the ability to understand love.

Karlheinz manipulated Cordelia into marrying him and giving him children FORCEFULLY (because Cordelia did not want to have children). He also convinced Cordelia that it was okay for her to have many lovers and to have sexual relationships with FAMILY members

Cordelia's abusive behavior towards the triplets also comes over the fact of her jealousy and obsession with Karlheinz and surpassing Beatrix and Christa.

Getting this out of the way I will now start explaining why Cordelia was NOT a good mother despite her traumas.

It's not strange to view Cordelia negatively if she's one of the antagonists of the franchise. NEVER did Diabolik lovers ever paint Cordelia as a good person and constantly tell us about how shitty she was towards her children and how much it affected them.

2. I'm not denying the fact that around those times parenting was more strict, however, you're forgetting that Cordelia didn't just slap, ground, or yell at her children, she put intense waves of pressure on Ayato, and drowned him, she sexually abused Laito, manipulated him and groomed him when he was a KID, forced Kanato to sing until he bled and made him watch her have intercourse with other men. This was the abuse the triplets went through until they finally had enough and attempted to kill Cordelia, which they succeeded.

3. Yes, it's true that Beatrix wouldn't give the triplets much attention or love, she would probably neglect them due to not being her biological children and belonging to her rival, however, Beatrix WOULD NEVER do the messed up stuff Cordelia did. Yes, she was a terrible mother to Shu and Reiji, yet she would've never stepped down at Cordelia's level.

4. A normal mother doesn't drown and threaten her child due to personal issues, A normal mother doesn't sexually abuse her child and grooms him to make him depend on her, and a normal mother doesn't force her child to watch her have sex with men and doesn't use his singing voice to get horny. If she was an affectionate mother ayato wouldn't have found the need to HIDE himself from her and the triplets wouldn't have considered killing her.

5. I would also like to add, that no matter how badly influenced Cordelia was, and no matter how much childhood trauma she went through, that would never be a justification for the way she treated her children. This does not only apply to Cordelia, this applies to every character and to real people as well. It's a reason why they behave that way, but never a justification. Also, Cordelia doing the bare minimum and behaving like an actual mother for a few moments does not mean she cares about her children. I don't think this is explicitly told, but I believe in those particular scenes she's grooming Kanato to become dependent on her like she did with Laito and Ayato.

6. ''She never spoke that way to her children'' I'm sorry but I have to laugh?? I would've understood if you were an anime only (not really) but taking into account that you do know about the games this is really really wrong lol. I don't why it's difficult to understand that Cordelia didn't love her children. Cordelia is such a bad mother that when she was resurrected in Ayato's DF route, she didn't even apologize to him or to his siblings, and yet he still forgave her! She even told Ayato to APOLOGIZE to her and continued to insult him

(Credits to @dialovers-translations)

I understand (I think everyone in the fandom does) that Cordelia had her reasons to behave this way (childhood trauma and manipulation) but that doesn't excuse her actions. I don't agree with people hating on Cordelia and loving Karlheinz but I also don't agree with people defending Cordelia and saying she did nothing wrong when she did.

Cordelia isn't a black-and-white character and she's not a bad character either, she's very well-written for her purpose (an antagonist) but she's not a good person or mother. She never regretted what she did and if she was still alive during HDB she would've still been abusive to the triplets.

This is my problem with morally grey characters/Evil characters. They can't exist in media if people ignore their wrongdoings and actions and try to justify said actions. I'm not saying that they shouldn't exist but I'm tired of people painting them as good people or justifying their actions when their whole purpose as a character is to show that they're not good people and their actions are/were wrong.

To finish off the post I would like to say that I love Cordelia's character and I consider her to be one of the best-written characters in Diabolik Lovers. In my opinion, I would've liked to know more about her in further games but even if I feel this way about her I don't justify her actions and that's something we should all do. I'm glad the fandom no longer justifies the actions of the characters (with some obvious exceptions). And even if I like Cordelia as a character I don't shame others for not liking her, at the end of the day she was a horrible person lol.

#diabolik lovers #cordelia sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #shu sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #beatrix sakamaki #christa sakamaki #karlheinz sakamaki

303 notes · View notes

equinox-86 · 18 days

Text

Diabolik Lovers, but it's Class of 09 quotes with my OC

114 notes · View notes

diacripticcomplex · 3 months

Text

The 3 young boys played within the hallways of the dark castle. “I found you!” Cheered a spunky red headed boy, his vibrant green eyes gleamed as he won the game finding both of his brothers during their game of hide and seek. “No fair, you had your eyes open!” The purple haired boy cried out. “No he didn’t, I was watching him.” The other light redheaded boy defended. “Whatever you both suck at this game regardless, you both kept giggling, let’s go catch bats” he told his brothers, they both agreed and off they went.

“Eh..? Who’s that.?” The boys stopped in their tracks and noticed a beautiful young girl who looked about the same age as them with locks of platinum blonde hair on the ground in the middle of the courtyard. The redheaded boy approached but his two brothers quickly held him back. “No Ayato don’t go near her, she might be a trap.” Laito expressed. “Do you smell that?” Kanato asked, all three of them sniffed the air. “She doesn’t smell like a vampire…what is she?” He asked again. A sudden commotion was heard causing all 3 boys to turn around, there stood Reiji and Shu along side their mother Beatrix, she pointed in the direction of the girl to the guards.

“Hey Reiji what’s going on??” Ayato ran up to Reiji. “I’m unsure, however we will be taking her inside the castle to question her.” He stated. “That’s so stupid, she’s a human probably from the village.” Shu commented. “If that’s the case we should rid ourselves of her as soon as possible” Reiji remarked back, the tension between these two brothers was intense.

The young girl was taken inside the castle’s infirmary, her wounds were being treated. The Vampire King Karl Heinz came to see her, a smirk on his face as he cupped her cheek. “Eve, my sons are in your hands.” He whispered to the girl, kissed her forehead then walked out the room. “Karl, who’s the little girl? Don’t tell me she’s one of your illegitimate children” Cordelia, Karl’s first wife questioned. “No she’s not my child, she’s here for my sons” he told her. “A plaything for my sons?! I will not allow that, I don’t want a filthy low born human scum next to my perfect Ayato, he will be the leader after you he needs a better comrade” she stated, Karl did not say a word he simply grabbed his wife’s face and kissed her lips, sending her into a submissive trance.

The young girl woke up from her slumber to see a bright red headed boy with vibrant green eyes starring down at her. “Who are you?? Are you a spy??” He said, crawling on top of her. “Ow! Hey, get off of me!” She yelled out. “No! Not until you tell me who you are and what you’re doing here!” He shouted back at her. “My name is Yui Komori, I don’t even know where I am, I just got lost and ended up in a forest, who are you??” She explained herself then asked him. “My name is Ayato, you’re in my house” Ayato stated then got off of her. Yui tried getting up but her wounds hurt very badly and prevented her from fully getting off the bed. “You’re injured pretty badly, everytime I get hurt I heal very fast but that’s because I’m the best” he said to her, this caused her to laugh a bit. “Say Ayato, are your parents home? I have to go home to my father.” She expressed. “I don’t know , I can look around and ask” he tells her, and then leaves the front door to search.

“Are you from the village below?” A blonde haired boy asked, he looked a bit older than Ayato and his attire was that of a prince. Yui shook her head, “I don’t think I am, I’m not entirely sure though” she said to him honestly. “I..I have a friend who lives in that village, maybe he might know something about a missing village girl..you shouldn’t stay here we’re not from the same worlds.” He hesitated as he spoke. “I’m not sure I am from your friend’s village I grew up in a church..why are we from different worlds?” she explained, then asked. “It doesn’t matter now..I’m Shu, what’s your name?” He asked, Yui told him her name, and the two had a brief conversation about Ayato, she found out they were half siblings and that 6 young boys lived here in total. “Ayato said he would look for your parents to discuss a possible way of contacting my father so that I can go home.” She expressed. “You won’t survive here, mortal.” A young boy with raven hair and glasses proclaimed. “Reiji..don’t say those things” Shu replied back at this. “I’m simply stating the truth, just put a pillow over her head and be done with it” he said, taking a pillow. “Hey Yui, you’re going to have to run, go find Ayato he will help you” Shu stated, his voice was somewhat shaky but serious. Yui tried her best to get up, and make a run for it adrenaline got to her.

The beautiful young girl ran though the hallways of the dark castle and bumped into a boy, with white snow hair and blood red eyes. “Please help me!” She cried to him. “Why would I help you..? I can’t help anyone..get away from me you wreak” he pushed her down. “I’m not your savior” he said. But she got up again and pleaded again, he pushed her down again. “Get away from me!” He shouted. “Subaru…my love what’s wrong?” A voice called out, almost as a ghostly whisper. A woman appeared behind Subaru, she was absolutely stunning, she looked just like Subaru. “Who’s this little girl?” She asked her son. “I don’t know” he replied back. “My name is Yui, I don’t know how I got here, I just got lost in the forest, I want to go home to my father!” Yui cried out. “You must be another bastard from my filthy husband! Subaru kill her! I do not want to bear witness to her, she’s an abomination just like you!” She hysterically screamed. Yui got up before Subaru could do anything or say anything and ran away, more and more into the confusing castle, “please god…this must be a nightmare..!” She cried to herself as she ran. She tried looking for an exit or for Ayato or Shu to help her, instead she was face to face with a woman who had long purple hair, a beautiful gothic black dress and eyes like Ayato’s. And in that moment Yui froze she couldn’t move..her heart beat was loud and it felt painful for her, she passed out.

Waking up, Yui found herself in her room back at the church. She ran to her father, Seiji who was a priest and hugged him tightly, “father I had a nightmare…” she began to tell her father but little did she know her nightmare was just a glimpse of her future..

55 notes · View notes

diabolicalcosmos · 2 months

Text

🥀 Aesthetic Sakamaki Mother 🥀

-•-

Cordelia

I associate this woman primarily with the aesthetics of purple. Besides, her style back then was a bit close to Bdsm. Although her aesthetic could be called a bitch aesthetic.

Beatrix

The Victorian aesthetic emanating from this woman is unique. Her attributes are Victorian dresses and red roses.

Christa

This woman is White Rose. The white, light aesthetic suits her.

-•-

Such a short entry. I will try to add something longer in the near future. Thank you ❤️

#diabolik lovers #headcanon #diabolik lovers reaction #dialovers #beatrix sakamaki #cordelia sakamaki #christa sakamaki #sakamaki family #aesthetic

28 notes · View notes

lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

Text

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so I've been scheming like a criminal ever since - to make them love me and make it seem effortless.

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian because I care...

Beatrix Sakamaki hcs

Beatrix is handsome.

She takes in nearly every way after her father with her striking gunmetal blue eyes, her strong jaw, and her height.

Those dreamers’ eyes were the softest shades of blue circling one another, like the hypnosis of cerulean.

They were framed by long caramel blonde lashes. She had deep-set eyes, one would think they were unfocused and lethargic if not for her rehearsed icy glares shades of brandished steel striking through the blue.

Not to mention their shared standoffish demeanour, however, her father is chased and admired as the steadfast and mysterious Duke of Calabria. She is the self-centred, ice princess who thinks she is better than others.

How strange is that?

Not to mention her monstrous fangs, it was the talk of society, an abnormality. Most vampiric women had lethal fangs but they were long, thin, and elegantly curled in.

Beatrix inherited her war hero father’s large fangs that would slice the flesh of her lips as a child if she wasn’t careful, they were thick and long, glistening with paralysing venom, one wrong move and she could rip one’s throat clean out. It was commanding and they were a clear symbol of an apex predator.

Some find it alluring as there are very few records of women having such ferocious teeth, some find it insulting, a ducal princess having such a feature is vulgar and unladylike.

Others are tempted to know how it feels, after all, vampires experience another’s bite under 2 conditions. When they’re locked in battle or a lover’s embrace. As a way of signifying belonging to another or dominance of the fiercer vampire, even among men such a fearsome trait was rare.

Her height was another factor that stood out; vampires were no dainty creatures, reaching up to 6’8 or 7' 0, but very few women, especially those of the aristocracy, were over 5 '11. Whereas Beatrix reached 6’3, dwarfing her brothers. Yet even as she stood out, heads turning to her approach, very little had seen hesitance in her footfalls.

Everything about her is purposeful.

The person you stare at in envy because she looks like a creation of Pygmalion comes alive. So utterly fantastic to look at with her fluid motions, and sharp angular features carved of marble creating a creature that invokes a sense of inferiority.

Do not be mistaken these circumstances do not mean she lacked the feminine allure, her mother Adelaide was infamous throughout high society for her beauty, to the extent many would whisper she had the blood of fæ. It was evident if the rumoured blood of fæ did exist, Beatrix had inherited it.

But she is sensible and self-deprecating, with a timid air around her, speaking when spoken to, centring herself as a wallflower.

With her mother’s flaxen blonde hair, with thick curls that glistened like Apollo’s. It was radiant, tousled naturally just so, curling around her pale face almost creating a halo-like barrier separating the veil of reality and the ethereal.

Her face was pale like milk, unblemished, with no unsightly blotchy flush, sheen like crushed pearls, a youthful inquisition imprinted upon such a face that it would not fade even as the years wore at her;. a philosophical beauty if one was ever made. The mathematicians would be driven mad by the perfect proportions of such a face.

The golden ratio as they said.

Aside from a triangle of moles on the side of her forehead. With dark arching brows and adorably feminine lips, no matter how hard she tried her poker face, they were set in a pout, a pale peach-pink that complimented her wintertime shades.

Her hands are thin and nimble from long hours of perfecting her letters for her household, they are pronounced at her knuckles, with rosy nails always kept small and tidy. The constellations of needle pricks along her arms were covered in the kingdom’s finest lace.

The face of regrets, she had this intense aura with her long straight nose that she would observe you from as well as her slender neck and collarbones like that of a swan, decorated by precious gems.

Women gripping their sanity when she speaks to them, looking down at them, her eyebrow arched and her lips pulled into this smirk, an amused yet indecipherable face, smarter, stronger, more chivalrous than their pathetic fiancés. Countless handkerchiefs dropped just to hold her attention, foolish excuses of tired legs as they occupy her table at banquets, brought along to dinner parties with picture-perfect poise as they take hidden glances at this dreamlike entity.

Her most appealing feature (to a man at least - to most her existence itself so paradoxical you could not look away) would be her legs, she had a dancer's poise. Her slender figure curved into wide-set hips, and strong legs with taut muscles.

To her it's all just a burden, her slim pear silhouette just means her corset has to be tighter to emphasise it.

All in all, she looked like the idealistic vampiric woman, with her inscrutable expression, practised politeness, and gentle voice with the sophistication that the affluent lorded over.

Her voice is quite a nasty thing, it’s quiet, throaty, and feminine. It’s commanding, a declaration of someone so obviously of the upper echelon, with her mixed accents of the knowledge of more languages - dead or alive- than one could even name.

It made you feel centred when she talked to you, concentrating only on you, her lips moving inpatient syllables, the attention was flustering, but it was flattering.

But when she smiled? Those rare unpractised uncertain smiles that came with the hesitance of one who wasn't used to joy? She was the most stunning woman in the eyes of the beholder.

She looked her best in her bruised colours. They complimented her golden blonde locks as they fell against bodices of the shades of twilight. Always neatly tied out of her face, even such untameable hair was placed with the purpose to enhance her face.

At her debutante, it was for the sake of her family flaunting their newest offer for the marriage market, or to showcase her dress from the seamstress sponsored by her family, or her earrings from her family's diamond mines.

A perfect political piece. One that raked in just the right amount of attraction without shoving herself out like a harlot, her audience’s shallow curiosity that could never uncover her swallowed secrets pushed down to the bottom of her stomach allowing her to put duty first, such a well-rehearsed puppet it was no wonder no one had ever cracked past her facade.

And I could recite about that beauty of hers for many more pages, but there lay such charm in her sardonic wit that I'd truly be doing her an injustice with just flattered vanity of her physical appearance.

When the water washes away the dark liner, power and rogue blush it reveals tired eyes tinged with lilacs from sleepless nights pouring attention over old, cracking books, possessed by a mind with far more ideas than her body could ever contain.

Her conversations with Mr Moon and the ceiling were never-ending, feet pacing back and forth, curls tugged in frustration, a pathetic figure curled in the warm water of the tub during the witching hour. Her matted hair is wet as she seeks warmth; a cigarette lit between her lips, already the third one. Evident by the other buds in the ashtray yet it is only a prelude to all the other substances she will smoke before attempting to bear with her stifling family at breakfast where her brother’s hateful stares and her father’s refusal to sit at the same table will erase her appetite so she fills herself with the dizzying smoke in preparation.

Rather than the princess in the glasshouses, she is the glasshouse.

Even though she is effortlessly beautiful, she is an absolute mess if left to her own accords.

Her hair was tossed together in a ridiculous excuse of an updo framing her face in the privacy of her attic regardless of whether it was wet or knotted, all alone slouched over the library chairs, hands turning pages of journals that should be falling apart.

Her tongue slips past her fangs, a teasing pink, as she concentrates—chapped lips and a dry throat, a hunger so desperate to fill the void.

So focused on the past not wanting to live in the present.

She spends her days cooped in the West Wing’s library long abandoned since Adelaide’s death, skipping the family dinner times and seeking refuge in a dusty salon sipping soup from her maids tin can, she blocks out the scornful looks - stealing the tiniest amounts of power hidden in her brother’s waistcoat, her sharp accent slurred into something softer and more compassionate - almost human on her fall from divinity.

Cautiously, weaving lies to hide the large secrets in her larger mansion.

Familiar with the dark attic where long hours are spent, the rusted phonogram has been playing the same tunes since she was a child. Long limbs glistened with sweat, stretching and bending. Twirling and twisting, the music slithering into her bones, guided by pure instinct and primal need to continue this solo piece for hours on end, surpassing perfection till her bloody feet, blue and black now dyed bloody red, had created her masterpiece on the floor.

At her core she was a dancer first, a slave to the muses, discarding all to glide in a castle of salt and sand made from soft notes to the tempestuous thundering of instruments. Only broken feet to prove it.

Yet she was sharper than she ever let on, books tucked under her arm snuck into her room, jam stains smeared on them as she carelessly turned pages, folded her pages as her attention is dragged away to another, ink-stained hands noting her discoveries cramming pages that had been filled when no other journals were found and she filled notebooks away with her thoughts only returning to write more about her mundane life, the lines squeezed with the pressure of recording her.

An attempt to immortalise herself, to prove her existence, to stop herself from becoming a nobody that nobody will remember.

They were stacked alongside the walls, making her protective fortress of loneliness, crates of chalk used up as she wrote up equations and erased them upon her walls, spewing the voices in her head across them.

Her inquisition continues. What was the point in starting something if she couldn’t see it through?

She was no lady, not here at least, they could herald her as their porcelain puppet out there but here. In the drab rooms, just past the insect-bitten velvet curtains, the light shone on a little dirty diamond. Unfortunately, her walls had ears.

Jars of stored specimens, dirt so deep under her nails from the dusks and dawns when her silent steps discovered what lay beyond her gilded castle, but her excuses were flimsy for all her intelligence the language of people came weak.

Her brothers raided her rooms of adventure, smashing bottles, tearing and burning pages of long nights, the tiniest mistakes led to unimaginable consequences.

Accusations hurled, the scorn and misplaced anger toppled its boiling cauldron.

God forbid anyone heard her pleas, her father who had long forsaken her too burdened with the sight of his wife’s killer. Her phonogram was in so many pieces, that even her skilled fingers rearranging the coils and metal pieces could not resurrect it.

So she escaped, for more and more days, the hours stretched until she escaped from her tower. Disguises and lies freely flowed and she perfected her art, but all her achievements outside her snowglobe led to harsher winters within.

Unfortunately, children who are starved accept all that is given, the warmth of the outside made her forget how filthy it was. It dragged her down, and the wrong people started seeking her, but it made her feel wanted so she followed the tune of the piper, it was a shelter of delusion and exploitation.

Till that too shattered and she transcended the basic wants and needs.

Perhaps that is where her loathing for the outside world came from, the poison far too deeply attached to her haemoglobin, flowing through her beating heart and corrupting all.

But every action has an opposite effect and consequence, and the cane, the choice of weapon her executioner had chosen, broke her apart further than she had ever been before.

As her facade came apart there was only one solution really, to send the doll shop back to the toy shop for parts to be switched out and replaced, once more winded to perfection till it fell apart again.

She arrived at her new home ‘ Grimhilde’s Academy for Noble Ladies’, on a drizzling January morning.

246 notes · View notes

dialovers-lover-xoxo · 3 months

Text

Other characters genderbent using the MyWTC app with its new awesome updates!

Original for comparison 👇🏻

16 notes · View notes

yuihell · 1 year

Text

why is it literally the premise of the diabolik lovers franchise

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #diahell #yui komori #shu sakamaki #laito sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #beatrix sakamaki #cordelia sakamaki #christa sakamaki

230 notes · View notes

heartagram-vv · 2 months

Text

Christa Sakamaki moodboard

26 notes · View notes

mino-diabolik · 3 months

Text

Relationship Charts

Template(s) created by @equinox-86

MAIN CHARACTERS

Ayato Sakamaki — Mystic sincerely finds Ayato as someone cool, feeding into his ego, for which he has earned the Vampire’s liking. Their chaotic personalities compliment each other. They are often seen wrecking havoc at any space they happen to be sharing.

Laito Sakamaki — While Mystic isn't as close with Laito as he is with Ayato, they will still have fluid conversations.

Kanato Sakamaki — Mystic enjoys taunting Kanato, like he's a chihuahua to rile up. Let's just say Kanato is not very fond of this.

Subaru Sakamaki — Mystic is aware of the youngest of the siblings and has been close enough to see his outbursts, but hasn't had a decent interaction with him.

Reiji Sakamaki — Reiji doesn't have a personal problem with Mystic, per se. In fact, he has spent enough time with him to know Mystic is a good student and man in general. It's when he is with the triplets that he becomes an utter nuisance and creates double the trouble on his own that the triplets ever could.

Shu Sakamaki — Once more, another brother Mystic doesn't interact with. He sees him passing by and has had to swerve out of the way to avoid tripping over him when he is sleeping on the corridors more than once, but never really had a complete conversation with the oldest brother.

Kino — Within the timeline of LOST EDEN, Kino becomes acquainted with Mystic and his family after a short feud over Yui, who had been living with the Founders as a favor from the Sakamaki. Once the First Bloods welcomed Kino and the Ghouls into the Banmaden, the tension between them started dissipating, eventually managing to build a friendship. It was only a matter of time of spending quality time together (and Kino nearly losing Mystic) for strong feelings to come bursting forth.

Shin Tsukinami — Mystic and his father are acquaintances at best. Since Mystic didn't grow up by Shin's side, they don't have a father-son relationship at all. As a matter of fact, they often feel threatened by the other, always trying to best each other. There are still some hard feelings from the events of DARK FATE.

Carla Tsukinami — Mystic is, quite frankly, terrified of his uncle. He has seen what Carla is capable of and how little he cared with how he may affect them with said actions. However, Mystic has also witnessed the First Blood king to be very protective of his family and—though rather harshly—try to keep them in line. Mystic continues to harbor hard feelings from the events of DARK FATE.

Azusa Mukami — Though Azusa and Mystic aren't particularly close, they do tend to find some form of comfort with each other.

Yuma Mukami — Even though they're always at each other's throats, Yuma and Mystic are pretty close. They actually enjoy the other's company, even though their personalities clash, their energy matches really well.

Kou Mukami — They're not really close, but they do get along. Their liking of music is pretty much everything they have in common. Mystic is a Kou closeted-fan, don't let him fool you.

Ruki Mukami — Mystic and Ruki are only involved previous and within the timeline of DARK FATE, their entanglement beginning upon the pair's first meeting, when Ruki aided the wounded Founder in exchange for his blood. Their unstable relationship is complicated with the ongoing Adam's Apple plan and the trouble from the sudden reappearance of Mystic's family. Without the need to mention, no two serpents should ever be within the confines of one single enclosure.

SIDE CHARACTERS

KarlHeinz — Mystic never encountered the Vampire King face-to-face more than twice since his infancy. However, Mystic's closeness to his sons, as well as the Mukami brothers, leave a wide view for KarlHeinz to pay him further attention. KarlHeinz has shown underlying interest for Mystic due to the complex cross of species that runs in his blood. It also intrigues him how easily Mystic is capable of influencing everyone he comes in contact with. (Especially someone as street-smart as Ruki). In other words, he finds Mystic's ability to "tempt" someone remarkable.

Richter — Their interactions—though few—have been tense and even less pleasant. Fortunately, they don't have to interact much, despite Mystic's frequent visits to the Sakamaki mansion.

Christa — Mystic and Christa never met, therefore neither has an opinion of the other. The Founder is only aware of her due to the few comments Subaru has let slip on occasion.

Cordelia — Mystic met Burai's daughter alive only once in his life. At the time, it was only Mystic that was aware of his familial connection to her at the time. His mother was well aware of who Menae was, but begged him to keep quiet, as they only knew partial facts that led them to the current circumstances. Suffice to say, he disliked the pampered princess from the very beginning. Despite being approximately the same age, Mystic couldn't find anything with which to relate to Cordelia. Cordelia, on the other hand, found him to be entertaining, like a pup of strange habits. The next time he heard her name was from the mouth of her sons, the triplets. Not one of their comments placed her anymore in his grace.

Beatrix — Mystic never really interacted with Beatrix. In fact, he knows even less about her than he does Christa, as neither Shu nor Reiji would even ever mention her.

Yuuri — Within the timeline of LOST EDEN, Yuuri becomes one of Mystic's closest confidant, often acting as a mediator between him and Kino. Mystic wholeheartedly trusts in Yuuri. In addition, both princes are especially keen on the terribly-hidden interest from the Ghoul towards Mystic's cousin, Kazuha.

Socrates — At most, Socrates is aware of Mystic existence from passing comments on KarlHeinz's part. Because of this, Socrates places Mystic in the midst of the havoc within the timeline of CHAOS LINEAGE.

Reinhart — It isn't rare for Mystic to pop at the infirmary during the odd instances Reinhart is there. The Founder has always found the doctor as weird, feeling that something is terrible off, therefore leaving as soon as he is able to. Reinhart has commented on how amusing he finds Mystic, as though he were an interesting comedic relief in the script of a play.

24 notes · View notes