#anon ask!

[duranjarren]

We need more Jarren throwback pics 😭

you know i gotchu anon

[the-one-and-only-dontron]

*A dull sensation comes to your wings before fire explodes around your nerves, causing your wings to go limp as a pain and pressure that of phantom pain wraps around your wings*

Oh yeah

Uh- leon got his wings chopped off.

He gasps sharply, thrashing his tail and doubling over as his wings light ablaze. No, actually, been there and done that. This is worse. He can't breathe-

"Nnnghh-!"

He whimpers and cries out through his gritted teeth, tears flowing down his cheeks. It hurts, it hurts so bad. What happened? His ears are ringing. He can't focus.

Anon? Something about Leo- Leo's wings. What did they do to his twin?? It hurts to move, it hurts to breathe- His vision is mottled with black. Ow pain pain pain help-

[As Donnie makes pained, strained noises and doubles over, red begins to soak through the bandages around his wings and shell]

@red-angel-of-prevent1ng-harm

[cha0ticstranger]

They were all at mayas wedding last night in nyc omggggg

he just looked so handsome!! (blushing and batting my eyes)

his next movie NEEDS to be an early 2000s rom-com or i may die

[anyloveleft-nope]

Was ur blog previously called bleeding poetess or something similar??

Nopee, not her, did she deactivate? 👀

[lawful-good-lesbian]

How is eloise’s arc homophobic?? Misogynistic I totally agree with, but girl was canonically into a man before. She could be bi or maybe she’s just straight. It’s not anti-gay to not write her as a lesbian and I say this as a lesbian myself who is super hyped for Francesca’s season w Michaela

Hey anon! Also hyped for Fran’s season with michaela!!! we won with the michaela genderbend, and i genuinely love the neurodivergent femme sapphic rep with francesca. I am so excited for the absolute YEARNING we are going to get in their season.

Here’s my explanation for my interpretation of eloise’s storyline. I am also totally fine with further discussing the nuances in replies, definitely not one of the fans who will threaten people over a different interpretation or having a ship i dislike (hence why although i am critical of philoise and do not want it in the show, i don’t fully tag my posts as anti philoise). My issue is with the writing itself.

Will say I’m totally fine with readings of eloise as bi. To me, the theo plotline read as a “this is the first non related man i can stand being around so I MUST have a crush on him” form of comphet, although i admit it could be me projecting. Some of my mutuals are also theo x eloise shippers and i fully respect that. Also I love seeing acespec headcanons for her too.

What I am saying is homophobic about eloise’s storyline is that it feeds into homophobic rhetoric regardless of her actual in text sexual orientation because of the aspects of her characterization that feel queercoded.

I’m specifically referring to a lot of the “you just need to find the right man/a husband” stuff constantly thrown at eloise, this season in particular, even after she has had so many meaningful moments on screen where she discusses feeling different from society and that her “rebellion” is a core part of who she is.

The pushing for her to find the right man really echoes a lot of my experiences with homophobia and growing up in an environment where women are also pressured to get married and have kids young.

Obviously straight women can face pressures to get married too, but the way eloise is outcasted in the show seems very different. Going to use eloise’s book counterpart as an example. Eloise in the books DID show interest in suitors, even though she (like her show counterpart) was also very outspoken, talkative, and self possessed. She became a spinster because she had high standards and wanted a perfect love story. I definitely think had the show kept this piece of her characterization, and happened to add on a feminist angle especially given a lot of early feminist pieces published in that era, could have been really interesting. I think I would have been more inclined to read her as straight if that was the case. Instead in the show, it pretty quickly frames her as being othered from the get go (and her views seem tied to it).

I think also it boils down to the writers not knowing which direction to take eloise and that result in particular is accidentally adding some unpleasant undertones in season 4. I also really wish media didn’t have this thing where there’s an unspoken quota on queer characters . the “francesca vs eloise which one should be the sapphic sister” debate makes me sad because sapphic stories shouldn’t be tokenized. there shouldn’t have to be “the designated queer sister”. There are plenty of straight storylines and I think that there are multiple avenues for meaningful queer representation as well.

[rubberduckrobin]

hiyaa! Saw that you were taking requests and more specifically diavolo ones! So i have two and you can choose which you want to write. The first one is hurt to comfort where dia is stressed and angry and kind of takes it out on us and we obviously get hurt but he works to get back to our good graces (we love a girly who stands on business) or the second one where he shows how much we mean to him cuz we’re feeling a bit insecure! Those are my requests, i prefere the first one but im chill with both so write what your excited to write abt!

Hello!! Very, very sorry for the late response; I don't know if you saw my previous posts but I was on holiday then I got hit with a lot of work...

I had writers block (that luckily went away halfway through) but really liked the prompts so I did both ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

First prompt: All I want is some time. (this post)

Second prompt: Stagnancy and motion.

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. - Diavolo x (G!) Reader

Fandom: Obey Me! (OG & NB)

Pairing: Diavolo x (G!)Reader

Genre/type: Hurt to comfort

Word count: Around 2k

Author’s note: R/N = reader's name because I want to avoid the vibe you get from Y/N, yk? nothing wrong with Y/N, I just feel it's read more as !fem and I want this to be open to everyone <3

Summary: 'dia is stressed and angry and kind of takes it out on us and we obviously get hurt but he works to get back to our good graces' - Anon! :D

TW: Nothing I can think of.

AO3 Link: Not yet...soon! I have to catch up with my work first, probably will be able to post it on AO3 in a week or so.

Through a sliver in the door, you see Diavolo, his face half caught in the haze of moonlight, the other in lamp and candlelight, his warmth seemingly half faded. The clock's ticking seems sluggish, or perhaps it’s his pen against the desk; everything smudges into one tense atmosphere. Something is wrong. 

“Dia, I brought you something to-”

“Please be quiet.”

A caged mouse, you retreat to a chair in the corner of the room, trapped by the surrounding darkness. The scratching of quill on paper attempts to heal the vacancy, but the silence is overbearing. You let him work for a while, for what feels around ten minutes or so. Looking at the clock, it’s only been five. 

The room is burdened with a heavier weight as his breath gets harsher and the restraint in his actions gets weaker. These days he’s seemed distant. You know he has a lot of work yet you can’t help but ask:

“Are you mad at me?”  

“No, I am not.”

In this dimly lit room, you now see the Demon King, the glint in his eye captured by shadows that reign over him, his posture hunched, his expression cold and lost. This is not the Diavolo you know, and the surprise of this leads you to believe that this is a version of him that he always hides behind enthusiasm and passion; the serious, harsh Demon King persona rooted deep in his core, fostered by his father. 

“Sorry. I’ll leave you to work.”

“Stay.”

Each light in the room seems to falter as he raises his head, and his voice. He looks at you, cutting shadows, with anger or…it’s a complicated expression. You take it as anger. Your heart sinks. Mimicking the candles you tremble slightly, caught in the headlights of a reality you never thought to face.

“Why?”

“I’m sorry. I need to finish my work. But-”

“I’m going.”

“I am the king. I order you to stay until I am done.” 

You can see his instant regret.

“I thought you were my boyfriend too.”

You leave before the words you see in his thoughts fall out of his poisoned mouth.

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

Last night, you took refuge in the gardens and slept under the pergola, your face close to an overgrown rosebush. Knowing how the brothers would react to you coming home, no longer staying over with Diavolo, you’d decided that in that moment you’d much prefer birds to peck at you in your sleep than be fussed over by a bunch of demons. 

Under the shelter of the pergola shrouded by the dark Devildom sky, you cried. Silently. 

Now feeling awake after giving yourself time to sit up and watch the garden and its peace, you notice the feeling of your cheeks stained dry as though brushed with a handkerchief; the rosebush by your head is trimmed, and the scratch on your cheek has been plastered - quite unnecessary but undeniably thoughtful. You’ve been covered by a blanket. 

Down the pathway, you see someone approaching.

Barbatos, with a tray of tea. 

“The Young Master would like to apologise for his behaviour yesterday.” he says as he beside you with his legs tucked beneath him, holding the tray above his lap. He’s trying to communicate at eye level, but you avoid his attempts in embarrassment and exhaustion.

“And he does that through his butler?”

“He thought it best to speak through me, in case you were unwilling to see him in person. He’s putting your comfort first. As always, might I add...” he puts the tray down and pushes it towards you, “Here, a new blend. May it refresh you.” 

“Who did this? You?” You point out the new appearances. 

“The Young Master went out to find you. He visited the House of Lamentation, considered a search party, in which the brothers insisted to be a part of, of course. Then I found you here and contacted him. The search was called off.”

“So the blanket and plaster were you then?”

“No. The Young Master insisted that he saw to it himself.”

“And the tea?”

“And the tea. He also instructed me on exactly which tea to give you.”

“Knowing that I'd learn it was him and forgive him?”

“Possibly. Would you be willing to speak with him?”

It really hurt being treated as a royal subject, an obedient pet, rather than someone he’s confided in, someone he’s kissed tenderly more than a thousand times all over, someone who reciprocated; someone who saw the person before the demon, before the king, and put that person first.

“...no, not right now. I’m sorry that you’ve been dragged into this.”

“Although I serve the Young Master, I take pride in helping others, especially you. To see you suffer, also knowing that the Young Master will suffer with you…I will not let it happen. If I can help, I will do so."

“What will you do this evening, if you have no plans to speak to the Young Master?”

“I don’t know.”

You finally sip the tea served for you. Rose tea. 

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

Back in the House of Lamentation, the brothers leave you alone, presumably threatened by Lucifer or Barbatos. 

After only a day, temptation distracts your exhaustion; each time you close your eyes to sleep, an image of the dark room torments you, though not as much as the memories of the room when it was lighter. 

His bedroom was your sanctuary, where you lay your distresses to rest and replaced them with a comfort found in the nook of his neck and his legs wrapped around yours. His arms a roof to an empty home, a wall to a spilling reservoir.

You’ve almost forgotten the sound of his distress and now crave warm whispers before sleep. You know, deep down, that it was just stress and everyone does the same. But…it hurts so much that you can’t face him, not yet.

Sleep pitifully catches up to you and serves as a cure to your overbearing mind. 

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

You wake, arms wrapped around a pillow, red markings trailing your skin as evidence of restless sleep. Today, you’ve decided to focus only on work; you have little to no energy for anything else. The floor freezes your uncovered feet as you search for your slippers in a half daze, only to give up when you remember they are in Diavolo’s room. 

You feel empty, and when you reach for your keys, you realise that the reason you feel this way is because you’re missing the ring Diavolo got you for your birthday. The room feels even colder. 

Taking in the earthy damp scent of light rain, you exit from the garden in a fear that Diavolo would be at the entrance. Sweeps of rose petals travel in swirling pairs on the ground. How pretty; a distraction.  

Everything seems eerily normal when you enter your classroom, not that you anticipated anything but…

Asmodeus and Leviathan greet you with a great effort to seem natural, as expected. 

You notice a small gift on your desk, tied in a bow of your favourite colour. Ah.

“Has anyone dropped this?”

Asmodeus and Leviathan share a look.

“No, it’s yours.”

“Someone came and put it there.”

“Who?”

Awkward. 

“Never mind. I can guess.” midway through opening the lid you realise you don't have the energy for whatever is inside; you sigh, shutting it quickly and pocketing it

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

“Please come with me.”

Barbatos is outside your classroom, and you can imagine what for.

“Why? Where?”

“I suggest you simply trust me.”

You follow him through the spills of the crowded halls as demons leave for the end of the day. He guides you by hand down the steps and into the car, to sit next to him at the front.

“I apologise for the sudden appearance.”

“It’s okay.”

As expected, not long after you arrive at the Demon Castle.

“Are you alright?” Barbatos asks, the engine coming to a slow stop. A silence follows.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Diavolo’s there, right? He’s going to apologise?”

“I can imagine so. I was only told to bring you here and instruct you to go to the gardens.” 

“Alright. I’ll go... I’m sorry you were dragged into this. I’ve made this all such a big mess.” 

“You haven’t done a thing, and I’m sure that's precisely what Diavolo will say too. Better him than me, so I urge you to see what he has to say.”

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

In the dark of the night Devildom sky, the ground beneath you merges into a blackness. You squint, grasping at what you can in order to make it to the garden gate, which seems to be already open. From there, you can see a path of candles and you can’t help but feel…overwhelmed? You can’t tell whether it’s anticipation, or love coming back to you. 

Diavolo is under the pergola. As you approach, you see him wipe lightly illuminated beads of sweat off of his brow as he attempts a smile. You can see his worry through the deep look in his eyes. 

“Tell me if this isn’t okay.”

“It’s…it’s sweet.”

“Not too much?”

“No…not too much. Although, I think anything else would have been overkill.”

“Ah, yes.” 

Behind him you watch a flurry of colour, forming the shape of a bouquet, get thrown into a bush. 

“R/N… I am so, so, indescribably sorry for my behaviour.”

Unsure of what to say, you sit down. He follows your guidance. 

“I was so caught up in my responsibility that I failed to see what was truly important.”

He gestures towards your hands with open palms. With little hesitation you take the offer.

“You, of course.”

Your hands settle into the clammy, cosy warmth of his, and your anxiety melts away to be moulded and shaped into experience. Closeness comes with communication.

“Is there anything else I can do to make this up to you?”

“You’ve done quite a lot. That reminds me…”

You open the small box in your pocket. It’s the ring you lost.

“It must have fallen off in your sleep. I didn’t want to push it by sending flowers, so I-”

“Dia…” you signal your desire for a hug and within a fraction of a moment you’re already in his arms. 

“Mm…I know it’s only been a day but I missed this.”

“Me too.” 

“Again…I am so sorry. Is there anything at all you desire? I’ll do anything to prove to you that you are the… most important thing in my life.” he nods to affirm his words and pats your back; he then begins to stroke your head gently.

“All I really want is some more time with you.”

“Hm…how about a small date now?”

He guides you, his arm around your waist, to the grass. You both lay on your backs, connected by wrapped arms, forming a constellation of your bodies. The stars above watch you as you watch them.

“So pretty.”

“Yes, they are.”

Starlight caught in the reflection of his eyes…Diavolo is looking at you. Only you. 

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

End author’s note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

Here's the second prompt

[star-staruck]

what is your favorite akito shinonome card

AHHHHHHHHHA HHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OHHMYGFO OHMYGODAHHHHHH ANON I LOVE YOU ANON I EXPOLDOESSS okay

Trained?

LOOK AT THIS SCRUMPTIOUS DELICUOUS FINE MAN OHHMYGOD ive never wished I was that damn cream puff bro . But the overall vibes of this card is so dreamy.. and the way he licks his fingers and the way hes sitting the way his hair the way hes looking at me nghhh God I wanna lick his shoes and face and ohmygod Akito shinonome one chance I beg.

Untrained?

I'll be honest this isn't my FAVOURITE FAVOURITE but I need to include this, for lore reasons. The first time I read this side story I genuinely fell inlove. The way he remembered vbs first above all else, the way he fell next to this flower in a desert and laughed HIS LAUGH. This card was one of my first cards in pjsk and it holds such a precious place in my heart. I love it so much, he deserves so so much.