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Heartland Vampires

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𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♱ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫.

Japanese: DIABOLIK LOVERS BLOODY WHITE DAY LETTERくじD賞(10) N アズサ English translation by: @46snowfox Scans provided by:@equinox-86 ⟡ ݁₊ . Please don't repost the translations or the image without permission of both parties (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

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"Eve... You know I prefer pain over chocolate. Why don't you understand? Or are you trying to tell me to hurt myself with this...?

If that's the case then is going to be a bit difficult... Chocolate melts easily...

The best I can do is rubbing it into my wounds."

一 Azusa Mukami

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Happy Birthday, Kou!

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♡ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 ༒︎

| Ruki Mukami |

The late afternoon sun, filtering through the tall gothic windows of the ancient library, cast a warm glow upon the dusty pages of the books. The air was filled with the quiet rustle of pages and the scent of aged paper, mingled subtly with the aroma of coffee and the rich tang of red wine. Beside you sat Ruki, his posture as erect as always, radiating calm and composure, yet his eyes held something more than their usual coldness.

You were settled at a small table, laden with ancient folios and volumes of poetry. Two cups, their steam carrying the scent of coffee, sat beside an elegant bottle of red wine brought by Ruki. This was no ordinary wine – it was a drink steeped in history, as if time itself were held within its rich, velvety taste. He poured it into two crystal glasses, the chime of which echoed softly in the library’s silence.

Ruki was not a man of many words, as always. His remarks were carefully chosen, like phrases from a classic text, but they carried a warmth that few ever noticed. You engaged in a slow, thoughtful conversation about the books you’d read – Edgar Allan Poe, Baudelaire, the philosophy of nihilism.

At some point, he took your hand in his, his fingers cool, much like himself. There were no abrupt movements, no forceful gestures, only a gentle touch that spoke volumes. You could only fall silent, enjoying each other’s company and the quiet, broken only by the rustling of pages and distant sounds from outside. Time seemed to stand still, and only the flickering of candles on the table and the soft light of the sunset disturbed the half-light.

As your unusual date drew to a close, Ruki offered another cup of coffee, a little stronger this time, and another sip of the wine, which was now warming gently by a small, lit fire nearby. In the hushed library, words were spoken that needed no grand announcement: “It was… a pleasant evening.”

His voice, cold and austere, was unusually quiet and calm, and in his eyes, you saw something akin to contentment..

| Mukami Kou |

Dazzling camera flashes illuminated the lavish hall, throbbing with the energy of a VIP party. Kou, radiating like a precious jewel, was the center of attention. He was surrounded by a crowd of admirers, but his gaze constantly returned to you, standing slightly apart, watching him with a smile, clutching a small white bag, wearing a delicate pink dress and heels. His confidence and charm were irresistible, just like on stage when he performed on ordinary days, or during photoshoots.

The evening was a whirlwind of vivid impressions for you. You moved from one zone to another, Kou introducing you to all his acquaintances, emphasizing your beauty and how happy he was with you in every sentence. His smile was dazzling, especially when he took your hand and embraced you from behind, making you blush at the most unexpected moments. He was on top of the world, enjoying the public attention and, at the same time, taking care of you like a little kitten.

After such a noisy party, you found yourselves in a secluded corner, where a completely different atmosphere reigned. A table decorated with candles and exquisite dishes was set for two, while roses of your favorite color lay on the table. Kou, setting aside his ostentatious brilliance, could finally be himself, exhaling and looking at you: “Nee, M-neko-chan, are you tired from today?~"

As dinner drew to a close, you moved to the terrace, which offered a breathtaking view of the night city and the sky. Under the glimmer of the stars and the soft whisper of the wind, you talked about all sorts of little things that were already familiar to you. He talked about his plans for the tour, about what needed to be done tomorrow and during the week.

Everything ended with his quiet whisper in a warm bed and his hands on yours, after all the kisses he left on your body, where he often left marks.

“..Love you, M-neko-chan..”, - he mumbled sleepily with his last strength, pressing you closer to him and kissing your forehead, feeling sleep tugging him in much stronger than usual..

| Yuma Mukami |

The golden sun generously flooded the green fields, warming their skin, while you, hand in hand, picked ripe, ruddy strawberries. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Yuma, displeased and grumpy, pick the largest and juiciest berries with a kind of boyish excitement, carefully putting them in a wicker basket. He furrowed his brows with diligence, trying not to miss a single one, as if each berry was something precious to him. At the same moment, on the contrary, you were enjoying not only the harvest, but also his unhurried movements, his focused face, and the very atmosphere around you. Only occasionally, smiles slipped across your faces, as if sharing joy and silent understanding.

Yuma, grinning contentedly, hands you the reddest strawberry: “Sow... take. The ripest one.”

Tired of the sun and work, you went to a cool river winding through the willows. There was already a cozy place waiting on the shore – an old blanket spread under the shade of a spreading tree. Yuma walked beside you in silence, but as you saw, his gaze spoke of many things – of care, of warmth, of a desire to share this moment. He deftly and quickly built a bonfire of dry branches, and you, in turn, began preparing for lunch in the fresh air.

Soon, he returned from a small vegetable garden located near the river, carrying an armful of the freshest vegetables. Crispy cucumbers, juicy tomatoes, allspice – it seemed that nature itself generously shares its gifts with you. He proudly handed you the vegetables, and you took them into your own hands, knowing how much work he had put into growing them.

"The harvest is rich here. The main thing is to water on time," Yuma casually shrugs his shoulders, but there is pride in his eyes.

The aroma of fried vegetables and fragrant herbs added to the simple dish filled the air, mixing with the tart smell of the river and the sweet fragrance of wildflowers. You ate in silence, enjoying every bite of the simple but delicious and healthy food. Chewing leisurely, she enjoyed his company and the sense of peace she missed so much in the bustling city..

| Azusa Mukami |

Bizarre sea creatures swam through the semi-darkness of the huge aquarium, illuminated by a muted blue light. Azusa, so introverted and detached, watched their smooth movements with quiet awe. They wandered from one aquarium to another, and you were surprised to find that Azusa was fascinated by how slowly the fish and many others swim. It seemed that he felt more comfortable in this underwater world, where silence and peace reigned, than in the noisy world of people.

"Take a look... It's like they're suffering too," he whispered, pointing at the fish with the damaged fin.

After the aquarium, you went to a small cafe located nearby. Soft music was playing in the cafe, and photos of old lighthouses and ships hung on the walls, which attracted the guy's attention. Azusa ordered tea with chamomile, and he offered you to try an unusual dessert with dark chocolate, it was a cake, but with a tart taste.

When you left the cafe, the sun was already starting to set, turning the sky an incredible shade of orange. You went to the sea, where the waves were softly whispering on the shore. Azusa silently stared at the horizon, and there was some deep sadness in his eyes.

He froze in the window of one of the shops, staring at the daggers on display. "They're beautiful... How are mine, do you like them?.." - he muttered, with a quiet sadness in his voice. He looked at them for a long time, as if remembering something important, about to take one of them.

You sat on the shore for a long time, listening to the sound of the waves and looking at the twinkling lights of distant ships. Azusa was very quiet, but his presence, his quiet sadness, and his frankness created a special bond between you. The sea seemed to absorb all the pain and longing, leaving only hope and quiet understanding. Night had fallen over them, shrouding them in darkness, in which only the stars and the quiet waves off the coast were reflected..

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Millennium Angel

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Admin had a special day today. So, of course, the plushie family was there to celebrate with her.

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Merry Christmas

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Valentine Bears

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千夜吸愛物語

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吸愛執事

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DIABOLIK LOVERS 潜血祭 -Dive to Blood- (Mukami, Tsukinami, Kino)

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Ruki at the Vandead Carnival

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That sub-scenario in Yuma's VC route with Ruki was too funny not to draw. Ruki doesn't wear the accessory in the actual game, but the idea of drawing him wearing it and enjoying his ice cream was too tempting (*｀艸´)

About the pixel artstyle, it's temporary. I'm still trying to get out of artblock by doodling really easy things every day

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Diabolik Lovers Dive to Blood 🐠 Ruki Mukami

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Diabolik Lovers Good Night, Black Sheep ★ Ruki Mukami ★

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Gothic Kitty

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Some chibi!Rukis for your pleasure (ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)♡

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