#dL oc

[cactachu]

how yui first meets mitsu! there was supposed to be a second page but i got burnt out and barely finished this one lol

[nuitthegoddess]

🌸🐺 Comfort

[uusercatt367]

More female DL Oc’s for Yui ???😧😧😨🤨🤨

Yes.

[subarus-gentle-butterfly]

HAPPY NEW YEARೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

A/N: I figured even tho this was made for the 2024 holidays, it should still work for the 2025 new year. Going into 2025 with the same man I fell in love with nearly a decade ago. Miu, too.

Instagram and @subaruwu saw it first hehe

[summercreolefanfictioner]

diabolik lovers modern college au general headcanons (sakamaki brothers)

• the sakamaki bros don't live in the same house, except for the triplets bcos cordelia is the only legal wife of karl in this au (she's the first wife after all)

• shuu lives in one of beatrix's old condo unit while reiji in one of karl's mini house (yeah he has that house all by himself bcos kaaaaarl)

• subaru lives in the university dorm bcos he doesn't like relying on karl (well except for christa's meds bcos she went insane and all that sht so karl might as well pay for that)

• despite going to the same university, the six of them don't cross paths often (except for the triplets and subaru bcos they like to rile him up and tease him endlessly like a torture)

• since this is modern college au, all characters are aged up (shuu is 22, reiji is 21, the triplets are 20, and subaru is 19)

• despite being the oldest, shuu is stuck in his second year bcos he kept repeating most of his law electives (he would rather slack off than pass his law course wtf and it usually takes around 4-5 yrs to finish)

• all bros were mandated by karl to take at least one business elective per year bcos they might be working under his corporation in the near future (ayato's major is business so he has no escape)

• reiji is an exception to this rule bcos he had been granted by karl to focus only on neurosurgery since "he's the only son who doesn't disrespect me" (tbh it was only a ruse by karl since he has no reasons to make reiji his heir despite him being a genius 💀💀💀)

• ayato is so famous in the university like his red hair stands out and his status as the university's most popular basketball player made him the school IT boy

• but bcos he's a varsity player, he's not often at school so he had to take weekend classes (this is also another reason why most of his exes are either girls who watched his game or they're students from other univ or college)

• his famous relationship tho was with a rich girl who's also the main dancer of a popular cheerleading squad from a rival school (ayato broke up with her due to the immense pressure of social media and her fans)

• ayato is also the eternal chauffer of his two bros like hello let him flaunt that red sports car baby (laito and kanato have their own cars; they just don't like driving that much)

• kanato studies forensic mortuary in the same bldg as ayato and reiji; the law bldg is a separate institution from them so they have no idea what shuu was doing

• except for kanato bcos he likes lounging in the music room singing scarborough fair and bcos his voice is so relaxing, shuu listens to it for free (kanato secretly hates that shuu does it tho bcos it reminds him too much of cordelia and her shtty ways of traumatizing him)

• laito is studying hotel and restaurant management on another bldg and it's the farthest one from all his bros (like you have to pass by 4 or 5 larger bldgs before you reach their institution)

• this is bcos ryoutei university has their own dedicated hotel and restaurant for students with courses related to said industry

• so yeah maya (aka my oc/kanato's s/o) sees laito more often than her own boyfriend in the campus

• laito always has exes in every course like there would be 3 or 4 girls under the same course that have already slept with him what a slut

• and yes there is a huge possibility laito, subaru, and shuu have dated the same girl bcos these three would only date the same type of girl (the pure looking one who secretly has lewd desires and digs bad boys like them)

• it was a shock for yui when she found out half of the girls from her class have slept with laito

• then laito told her he likes corrupting pure girls and toying with their minds until they become insane and dependent on him (sounds canon, no?)

• there was a time when laito dated one of kanato's professors and she ended up dealing with kanato's incessant and murderous glares every time she teaches their class. his reason? bcos "she reeks so much of that perverted laito"

• the sbros actually had this same english prof who randomly fails someone despite their intelligence bcos he likes exerting his power like that

• while some of them threaten him using the sakamaki name, kanato had to disguise as a girl and seduce the sht out of this perverted teacher (the old geezer was so hooked he just believed this girl was kanato's twin substituting for his bro bcos he was 'sick')

• speaking of which, subaru got attracted to kanato's alter ego like once upon a time he saw her daintly pick up her bag and tuck her hair behind her ear and boom heart arrows everywhere

• afterward, subaru asked kanato who was that one chick at his class with the long black hair dressing like a sexy lolita

• "oh, you mean me?"

• subaru had nightmares after that

• and yes kanato uses that info to blackmail him to do his bidding

• "if you don't do what I say, I'll tell everyone you fell in love with my alter ego"

• oh btw subaru's major is more on athletics? like he wanted to be a PE or sports instructor/coach in the future bcos accdg to him "fighting is the only thing I'm good at"

• his allowance is mostly spent on repairs on the dorm tho (guess punching walls ain't limited in the family house)

• the reality of his dream is beginning to weigh on him tho bcos some students are scared shtless of him and his violent tendencies

• laito became one of his students one time when he was assigned to be an assistant coach

• "waaahh subaru-kun your expression is so scary pls be gentle"

• reiji actually dated someone from ayato's class bcos her father has huge connections with famous neurosurgeons

• shuu keeps a video of one of his exes doing some cowgirl sht on him (he likes her moans that's why)

• all of kanato's exes studied in the same bldg as him; and yes, they are all from yui's course but each of them from different years and classes (he is picky like that)

• up to this day, reiji looks down on this one female classmate who dated shuu like what does she see in that good-for-nothing (well uhh his huge d-)

• accdg to both kanato and laito, yui is the loudest girl ayato has been with (kanato swore one day he'll stuff her mouth with socks until she chokes if she keeps moaning so loud while he's watching his fave murder docu series)

• ayato keeps teasing both reiji and subaru as virgins (they aren't tho; but despite their tough facade, their experiences are quite hmmm minimal so there are things they don't know)

• shuu almost dated this one classmate of kanato (almost bcos she keeps talking abt those dead people she handled with formaldehyde which is gross so he was turned off a bit)

• the triplets are usually the representatives of karl during his corporate and family parties (sometimes the other three will drop by... well mostly reiji but the other two must've been forced by karl somehow)

• there was a drunk scandal video of the triplets and subaru where subaru was driving while kanato and ayato kept making fun of him

• then kanato was video calling maya and asking her to come over and "watch a movie with him" while ayato was making delusions of aliens flying around the car, almost causing subaru to drive the wrong way

• laito was sitting beside subaru, reprimanding ayato to stop his delusions bcos there were no aliens but only flying trees (ayo what?)

• there's a part 2 but this time shuu and reiji were in the car and shuu kept laughing at ayato bcos subaru's driving is getting messed up bcos of the alien shenanigans

• and reiji was crying bcos apparently all of them are going to die and also bcos kanato is finally talking "properly" to a girl (what do you mean properly he is being a pervert)

• he also said "laito has finally seen the light and started being the good son"

• yui is actually the one filming all this videos tho

ps. I might make memes abt modern college au later on

[lovebatty]

LUV ∞ LUV Pillow Time, Romantic Benhumea. ♡

Romantic: In order to perform adequately during the day, it’s important to achieve restorative sleep. Personally, I love sleeping! He-he. ♪ It’s one of my favorite hobbies and the one I do the most so far.

…I feel like I could do it forever. Oh? What are you saying? Sleeping is not a hobby...? B-but why not?!

I don’t know why I’m obsessed with this merch line. Maybe it’s because I waited for an Ayato appearance for a slightly longer time, maybe it's because of how cute I find diaboys eat / do their favorites…

……MAYBE IT’S CATBOY AYATO AGAIN…… 🙇🏻

Anyway, that inspired me to make Romi in it, it just seemed like a good idea that they would wear animal pajamas. ♡ I hope you like the result too.

[kiyomizuki]

Sayaka (OC) x Reiji Sakamaki (DL)

This is my half of an art trade with @sayakateacup of her OC and Reiji (Diabolik Lovers). As a Reiji Stan myself I hope I did your ship and Mr. Glasses Guy justice 🩵🩵 I tried my best but my art style is as consistent as … not very consistent at all lolz 😂

This artwork is for @sayakateacup and is not permitted to be used or uploaded by anyone besides her and those she gives permission to.

Thank you 🌻

Sayaka (c) @sayakateacup Reiji, Diabolik Lovers (c) Rejet Base (c) @/888ggg_cm A base was used for this drawing at the request of the other artist who provided me with this pose as what she wanted.

Base used UTC:

[the-timeless-founder]

Decisive Say

Chapter 1 of 5

this is written as a continuation of greener than the first grass of spring, a fic by the wonderful @secretarykang. the two of us discussed this and decided to turn this into a full on series of fics that will delve into future events that their family plays a role in, as well as shining some light on the inter-personal relationships of the kang sanguines

and, as always, i hope you all enjoy <3

"Dante." The voice of his father from behind his chamber doors snaps the young man out of his thoughts, before he turns to see his father standing behind the half open doors. "May I come in?"

"Of course, dad." He stands as his father enters, and Saeclus smiles softly, hand motioning towards the chairs by the window. A cue for them to sit and talk.

"Do not be so alarmed. I only wished to speak with you briefly."

"Oh, let me guess." He mocks as he sits across from his father, almost plopping down onto the soft cushion in frustration. "It's about the war campaign."

"Correct." His father has never been one who beat around the bush, and Dante huffs as he can sense his scolding coming. Arms crossed and with an annoyed pout on his face. Had he not been too preoccupied with his frustration, he might have noticed how his father smiled fondly at his adorable posture.

"Mother must have told you."

"She has indeed - she also said how you stormed away after her talk with you, saying you would return victorious." Saeclus almost sighs remembering the worry and annoyance on Devyn's face as she told him of the day's events.

"And I will." Dante insists.

"Dante-"

"Why are you both so adamant in keeping me from going anyway?!"

"Son, if you would listen-"

"If only you would also listen, dad! Didn't you always say that opportunities for growth will come in their time? And that we should be aware of them so we could take them?"

"Indeed, I did."

"Then why are you holding me back now?!"

"You said it yourself, son. All will come, in due time. This is not the right time."

"Oh, come on, dad! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"Dante, you are young. Your experience pales in comparison to the Generals of Vibora Land. Not to mention you are unfamiliar with the terrain of the battle and troops you will be leading. All of which are essential to chase the victory you so wish for."

"And I suppose Silas could have done this, easy. And no one would refuse to allow him on the battlefield."

"Oh, my boy, what has your brother done to deserve the disdainful words which you speak?" Saeclus sighs with closed eyes, then reopens them to look into his son's. Dante has no reply for his father's words.

Silas has never truly done anything to wrong him - quite the contrary - and yet, the example he has set is a suffocating one. Even if his parents do not hold him to such standards, emphasizing individual differences between the two of them and Aurora, the rest of their world is not so open-minded.

Nor are they gentle about their opinions. All anyone can ever talk about is how Silas has impeccable memory, outstanding manners, a commanding presence and supreme dominance over all forms of ancient magic.

And Silas has a tongue that stings when it means to, he can be just as venomous as he is sweet. His words from their last bitter argument still echo in Dante's head, giving way to frustration and concern.

"If only there would be anything worth noting of you."

"Silas would not be seen on that battlefield of his own accord, and even if he wished so, I would do my utmost to prevent it. Just as I do to you."

"Uncle Karl would not have stopped me."

For once, in a long - long, long - time, Dante sees his father's gaze narrow towards himself. And for a moment, he feels as though he has come close to feeling the wrath the demon world has dreaded for so long. Yet his father's eyes go back to their serene, patient gaze as fast as they had narrowed.

For a moment, he chooses silence. Perhaps that makes his next words more impactful than they would have been otherwise.

"I suppose it is a blessing, then, that he is not the one who has any decisive say on the matter."

Dante looks down to the floor. Indeed, uncle Karl may be his mother's best friend - and once, her lover and admirer - but he is not a part of this family. For some incident that took place before he was ever born caused a rift between him and his father. An incident he has never been privy to the details of. He suspects he never will be.

"What about me then, dad? Do I get a say?"

"Of course." Saeclus' response is immediate, unhesitating. His hand reaches for his son's, and Dante does not pull away when his father gives his hand a reassuring - and worried - squeeze. "I would still ask of you to not go, but if you wish to persist despite it all, I will not lock you up in your own house."

"Dad, believe one thing." Dante grabs his father's hand back, and holds it in his own firm grip - his hand is almost as large as his father's now, and almost as calloused from years of training. Training that he means to put into use now.

"I will make you, mama and uncle proud. My reputation will be as grand as grand papa's, and the world shall know my name."

A soft smile appears on Saeclus' face, and he speaks his next words with a characteristic warmth. "Oh my dear boy, we have never not been proud of you."

Dante presses his lips together. His father may mean what he says, but he himself feels undeserving of this pride. He has done nothing to earn it, after all - and his father himself has always said that all things in the world that are given must also be earned.

"When I return," he lets go of his father's hand and stands, brushing his hair out of his face as he begins to tie it back, just as his grandfather often does, "you and Silas will have something new to add to your grand history books dad. Look forward to it."

Without another word, he leaves the room in a flash of darkened red, and Saeclus is left alone to sigh and silently wonder if in trying to avoid his parents' mistakes, he has done harm in other ways.

He can now only hope the responsibility and its consequences will not be too severe.

[damzelknight]

[WIP SKETCH]

Nobuko and Shizuka hanging out and come across Yui.

Hope you enjoy and a congrats to @sassysaxsolo for another amazing chapter

Getting a hang of using a drawing tablet 😆

[cattestfanciest]

Stab me again... Cut me again... give me the strength to destroy another copy of Yui... Show me how black your heart is, so that I may tear it out...

A small draw I did of LuciYui, based on a scene where he had been tormented by illusory copies of Yui~

[cactachu]

its mitsu!

[diabolikal-eve]

trying out my new ohuhu markers by drawing my girl

I fcked up the arm dnajfbsfk but it honestly was only meant to be a doodle 😔🤘

[12thdoctorkazami]

Taste of golden blood is surely different.

Okay, this color palette and background is so 'red' for me. I mostly use blue but this is kinda Subaru's drawing with Maria.

I love Maria's black dress and her back. Ofc I still need to work on muscle/skin shading- I used another offical merch for Subaru but I do not remember the name...

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Instagram: 12thdoctorkazami

Wattpad: Dr_Kazami

[lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui]

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.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

DON'T MIND ME. I JUST LOVE HOW KANATO'S OUTFIT AND HIS LOVE OF DEATH RING MATCH MY IMAGINATION ON THE KANATO X MAYA WEDDING. LIKE THE WHOLE GOTH BLACK WEDDING VIBES AND THE RING WITH THE PURPLE GEM ON THE CENTER

[nunezs-stuff]

Yui's mother Yukina

Her personality

Yui's personality is very similar to her mother's and

She's the type if you hit me once we're done

But unlike her daughter her mother isn't as forgiving and does hold grudges and isn't a submissive

Her past

She was raised in a house of vampire Hunters and she was a vampire hunter herself as a young child although her parents were quite neglectful and harsh and only paid attention to her when they were training her to be a vampire hunter

but when she got pregnant as a teenager she found out how extreme

her parents were as they were extremely Catholic and

when they found out she was pregnant they kicked her out in the snow and her lover

Maku let her move in with him

as they got married and and he was there during the pregnancy

and tried his best to take care of her despite his busy schedule and he was ready to be a

father but work was getting more and more demanding as a hunter

so he left her the house and hundreds of dollars to keep her stable throughout the pregnancy and he left left he didn't want to leave her but there was a possibility that

she will get hurt as he knew he had bounty on his head which he could easily get rid of but he didn't want to take any chances

But when he left without saying a word it really hurt her because she thought he just abandoned her and just threw money in her face to keep her

quiet and out of his hair she hated him for that

but she still used the money as she really needed it since she couldn't work as a vampire Hunter and be pregnant at the same time so she did use the money and after 9 months went by

she gave birth to her daughter but she came to a terrible realization and that was her baby was born dead and desperately needed a heart transplant if the baby was to live and that's when she handed her baby to the doctor which she

didn't realize was a vampire named Richter and he was the one who helped perform the surgery and the reason cordelia's heart was implanted in

Yui and her mother realized she couldn't raise her little girl properly as she will go back to being a vampire in a couple of months so she took her

baby after being discharged from the hospital and bring her to the church that was taking in children it was a tough and painful process for her but she wanted her child to be looked after and to be cared and loved for which..... unfortunately those prayers were never answered