HELP this is honestly not real 😭

The diabolik lovers fandom knows how to piss me the fuck off and it's exactly how I know you hoes are the same weirdos from back when the fandom was unbelievably toxic and just never died, living in the shadows like a god damn cockroach after a nuclear fucking explosion

This fandom is a prison

no exactly

hey, just working

working hard so i can please you

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Reiji – Terre d’Hermès

Refined and effortlessly intimidating

The tangy scent of crushed citrus peels over polished mahogany—refreshing, but never so much inviting. The opening is sharp and crisp with bitter grapefruit and pepper, a precise and calculated first impression, like the cold glare behind his glasses. But underneath, there's a deep, grounding layer of patchouli and cedar, smooth and unwavering, like the discipline he imposes. It’s a complex scent that lingers around you, the kind you don’t fully notice until it’s already ingrained in your senses, the kind where you are left to ponder the layers of his character—much like his presence in itself.

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Shu – Le Labo // Santal 33

Lethargically magnetic

Shu smells like linen in the sun or anything adjacent, something bright but subtle. A soft scent that clings to the fabric of an expensive silk shirt, lazily draped over his skin. The sandalwood notes are creamy and rich, blending with hints of spice and dry cedar, an aura of quiet, untouchable sensuality. There's a faint, somewhat sweet smokiness, like embers still glowing from a long-forgotten flame, much like the passion he buries under his lethargy. The scent feels almost distant, yet you can’t help but to seek it out. Is he ignoring you, or pulling you in without even trying?

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Subaru – Giorgio Armani // Acqua di Giò

Cold, stormy, and rebellious

Ocean waves crashing against jagged rocks—a scent both turbulent and unexpectedly grounding. The opening is sharp, almost aggressive, with fresh bergamot and crisp marine notes, like a sudden gust of wind before a thunderstorm. But underneath, there's an earthy depth of patchouli and oakmoss like rain-soaked stone. The scent is fleeting, never letting you hold onto it for long… As such, perhaps you can catch a glimpse of his soft side once more before he shuts himself away yet again.

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First time writing please go easy on me because I am too lazy to proofread🧍

oh to be the object of a vampire’s desire. to be their affliction, their lust for life, their reason to endure this new century even as the inevitable loneliness slowly creeps behind with passing years.

the generational gap between me & the vampire who is biting me

♡ Picture this: Laito in the 1700’s. Wearing the rococo style of the aristocracy. No because he likes it, but because of the dresscode of the balls that he wants to attend, just to flirt with women. “It’s fine~ after all, the women will take my clothes off eventually, nfu~” that’s what he thinks as he dresses up with all that hyper-elaborated clothes. Yes, he wears the white wig too.

You know what’s even better? The type of make-up used for those occasions is well-known: white powder, pink/redish blush on cheeks, but one of the most noticiable… MOLES. A false mole on the face, but in Laito’s case, isn’t a falsie, no no, is all natural b e a u t y✨. His pretty mole on his chin. That makes him irresistible😩

I’m fascinated by the idea of the concept “Casanova” with Laito. But I referring to the REAL Casanova of those times (Italy; 1725-1798). An Adventurous Lover. Clever and flirtatious. Taking advantages of his lovers. Meanwhile the Human World has Giacomo Girolamo Casanova, the Demon World has Laito Sakamaki.

But I actually think he would go to the human and demon world (He applied the Hannah Montana here: you get the best of both worlds hahshsh)

-♡-Well, that’s my headcanon/concept-♡-

♡ This is based of my little headcanon of how I think Laito used to have more lovers in old times than in modern days. You can read a bit abt that here: https://www.tumblr.com/madamesungalaxa/725582290613321728/i-think-laito-is-not-so-good-at-flirting-in-the

omg YES.

Twilight °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Reiji Sakamaki x Female Reader

🚨 Attention!! 🚨

This content is reuploaded from my previous account! 🐰✨ It has been processed through AI to improve the spelling since I had quite a few issues with that in the past.

Please enjoy! 💕 And if you'd like, feel free to leave a request! 💌🌸

Reiji has taken a special interest in you- wether it was from controlling you to making anything in his power for you to suffer if you "let" any of his brothers bite you.

WARNINGS: Reiji might be OOC, kidnapping, dubcon, toxic relationship, reader is forced to be a bride.

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

People should feel humiliated to be using AI to write stories. Storytelling is one of the oldest human traditions and you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me you today can't figure out any other way to do something cavemen were doing 10,000 years ago?

BOOOO, AI, -We all say in unison-

AI is also SOOOO bad for the environment. We already have people that think global warming is a hoax, why should we let people use an artificial source of intelligence that requires 16.9 oz of water (a water BOTTLE) to COOL down after one singular use. School is genuinely not that hard to the point where you need AI; students past 5 years ago made it just fine.