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justmyshittyspace · 1 year
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The diablero fandom content is so little because the show is also very underrated but even within the little fan content there is, THERE IS SO LITTLE APPRECIATION FOR ELVIS LIKE COME ON. He’s hot, he’s funny, he’s caring, he’s a great fucking diablero with a letter jacket, pircings, tattos, and long hair. WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?!
Me da hueva traducir palabra por palabra, básicamente lo que dije es: Elvis esta bien papi no mamen porque no hay contenido/apreciación de el adentro del poco contenido que diablero tiene?
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leli-denisse-blog · 7 months
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Bro this mf just taking pictures for Instagram in the apocalypse is so me, I just love this fr 😭☝️
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firewolf · 1 month
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wiredaughter · 2 months
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day 4: selfinflicted ☆
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
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diablero ♡ keta infante×lupe reina ♡ hurt/comfort ♡ whump ♡ ao3
Some scars are old, and some are new.
Keta knows pain. In herself and in others; she’s seen too much, been through too much, not to know when someone’s in pain. Not to want to do something about it, regardless of the circumstances. And so she follows Lupe as she retires to her chambers, Elvis’ memory and Mayaken’s plight and the whole entire world be damned. Her friend is in pain.
‘Keta Infante. You’ve saved the world, shouldn’t you be with your family now?’
‘Your scars.’ Keta shakes her head. ‘You move like they hurt, but I don’t think they did when you showed me.’
A wry smile curves Lupe’s full lips. ‘You do like to stare, diablera.’
Keta flushes despite herself. Unbalanced as she feels as she remembers kissing them, it’s not the time for that now. Steeling herself, she walks over to the taller woman. Lupe’s hand comes to rest on her shoulder, stopping her just a step away. She heeds, giving her a morose look. ‘Lupe…’
Lupe’s hand shifts to her neck, and she’s pulling her in for a kiss that’s as intoxicating as she’s come to expect from her. Her lips are demanding and soft on hers, and she goes willingly, arms coming to circle her waist as Lupe’s mouth parts for her, letting her in. Keta shudders, gets to keep her head and as fluidly as she knows how to, dares her hands up her back for the buttons in her blouse. Lupe sighs, gives her the same tense smile as she pulls away from her embrace.
‘Let me see.’ There’s an authority in her voice she’s still not entirely used to, but she uses it as best she can. ‘I want to see.’
For a moment she thinks Lupe will refuse. Coatlicue or not, the other woman is more experienced; and it’s her territory they’re in, but she just crosses her arms and turns around in invitation.  Keta’s deft fingers undress her to reveal fresh wounds over the ones inflicted in her childhood, long deep cuts in a narrow crisscross over the gnarled skin where her wings were supposed to grow in.
‘You…’
‘Angels are implacable, Keta, I hoped you’d get your son back but I wasn’t betting on it and I… I thought maybe they would take a fake Key instead, in consideration for your efforts.’
‘You did this to yourself. You…’
‘I’m sorry about Mayaken.’
It’s not the first time someone’s told her, but it’s like the first time she’s heard it. The finality of the words, the shared grief. She forces her hands still with a nurse’s precision as she traces around the cuts, Lupe’s shoulders jerking minutely when her fingers ghost over the raised scars. 
‘You did what you could to help us.’ Keta’s voice is muted by the tears she’s holding back. ‘This is something I’d have never asked of you.’
‘You didn’t need to ask. I thought, maybe it was what I was born for, being that it wasn’t to bring the angels back. I thought I could at least bring yours to you.’
The vulnerability of the words shakes Keta and her tears finally fall silently down her face. She exhales, she’s lost so much but she’s still alive for it. Lupe turns to face her when she misses her touch and her expression drops when she sees her.
‘There was no reason for you to know, since I didn’t succeed.’
‘Ay, of course I needed to know, Lupe.’ She sounds angry now, feeling too much like when she’s chastised Elvis for a rash decision, or lectured Nancy after she’s invited a particularly powerful demon in. But Lupe is not her brother or a misguided girl, she knew what she was doing and has a right to her own decisions, so she tones her voice down. ‘And I do now. I just want to help.’
The skin on Lupe’s back is so soft it makes the pain she’s been through seem more crude. Keta’s breath is light as her touch when she cleans the deep cuts, bandages them with the care of a medic and the piety of a lover. When she’s done she presses a kiss to the tattoo in the nape of her neck, where the angel sigil would have been had Lupe been the white key, and pretends she doesn’t hear the sob that leaves the other woman, instead wrapping herself around her body in a hold that seeps her tension away.
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laculebrasanta · 2 years
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times like this i curse netflix for giving me the worst comfort shows and cancelling them bc no one was watching it except for me but i will love my trash shows and trash characters
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Netflix better uncancel Diablero
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victorianchap · 2 years
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“ Les Diableries” are stereo cards, made exclusively in France at the beginning of 1860, and continuing on until around 1900. These cards depict a whole imaginery world or underworld with skeletons, devils and demons in their “ daily” lives. They are known as French tissues and they were constructed in a special way to enable them to be viewed ( in a stereoscope) illuminated from the front for a daily appearance, or illuminated from the back transforming the scene into a night view with colors and the glowing red eyes of the character pop out from the darkness. The scenes were made in clay, on a table top, sculpted and then photographed with a stereo camera. The resulting stereo prints was made on thin paper, and water colors were applied in the back of the prints. The eyes were applied pricked out and replaced with small pieces of red varnish or gel. Behind this pair of prints was added a layer of tissue paper. Print and tissue then were mounted together. Source and images: Brian May, Denis Pellegrin, Paula Fleming - Diableries  #victorianchaps #vintage #diablero #devil #skeleton #demons #goodolddays #oldphoto #stereoview #victorian #retro #1860s #1870s #1880s #1890s #france🇫🇷 #nostalgia (at France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cht6evTgC-s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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groenewold · 2 years
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Un día normal en el barrio de la Lagunilla! Los aromas, los gritos, las personas, lo mero mero popular usted lo encuentra en @lagunillamb no se la pierda! . . . . . #lalagunilla #lagunilla #lagunillamibarrio #arte #escenografía #calaveras #calavera #mexico #cdmx #tepito #metro #licuachelas #tamalero #diablero #perro #corgi #mercado #smoke #fumar (en Centro Cultural Teatro 1) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiPh8YUOkHE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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just found out diablero got canceled...DAY RUINED
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edgarclement · 2 years
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Spanish // English Capitulo XI, fanzine No. 7. Puedes adquirir este fanzine en mi tienda online, link en la imagen o en mi biografía. Para ver la imagen en grande ve a mi facebook o twitter, link en mi bio. Comparte este post por whats, inbox o tus historias. // Chapter XI from fanzine No. 7. This material covers chapters VII to XXIII for a developing story I'm working on, "The Female Falconer" The text on the image says: "As a diablera How was the life of Marisa with Kenia? The truth is, her life as a diablera is not any better than angelera. While diableros are more refined in their behavior, their attitude against the creatures they handle is not that pleasant. While there’s a distinction between specimens with better performance, treatment against weak specimens is ruthless. If there’s something that bothers Marisa is mercilessness: weak demons are used to feed stronger demons. The training Kenia lavishes comes with her own interest. The demon that gnaws at Kenia is lust. Usually, Kenia manages to overpower it, but sometimes she doesn't. This will be a factor for Marisa to leave" Unfortunately, I don't have this material available in English yet, but meanwhile, you can get a set of fanzines with cool art at my e-shop. If you have any issues trying to buy something from my shop, you can write to my team via WhatsApp. #EdgarClement #NovelaGraficaMexicana #Cetrera #Angelero #Angelera #Fanzine #Zine #Demonios #Angeles #Diablero #Diablera #Marisa #Kenia #Caza #Cazadores #Lujuria #Piedad #Crueldad #Hunt #Hunting #Hunter #Demons #Angels #AngelHunter #DemonSlayer #DemonBreeder #Tame #Falconer #FemaleFalconer #Lust https://www.instagram.com/p/CeUuuUJrUBc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Tsk.....always finding fun shows only to find they've been cancelled.
Anywho, if you enjoy demons, found family, and a fun time, try out Diablero on Netflix.
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justmyshittyspace · 11 months
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Hi, sorry for the self promo, but I have an edit account on TikTok mainly posting edits from Diablero, since is such an underrated show I decided to create my own content. If you are interesting in seeing content of the show, my profile is: @justsomelazyedits
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WIP Word Search
Tagged by:  @chamblerstara
Rules: find the words in your fic, post the section, pick new words, and tag more people.
Prompt Words: blood, ask, time
Blood: This is from a post season 2 Diablero fic I’ll probably never actually post.  Lia and Yaretzi are both OCs since the fic is based on Elvis being stuck in the past.
“Wait here.”  Elvis couldn’t meet her gaze as he forced his way through the people running in the opposite direction from the fight.  There were already bodies on the ground. A part of him wanted to look to see if any were Yaretzi, but there wasn’t time.
“Stay back!  The spirit is dangerous!”  A warrior got in his path.
“Then you should stay back.”  He dodged past him.
Lia was crouched in the village center - blood on her hands and mouth.  Dark eyes whipped to him when he entered.  “Well, well, what have we here?  A halfway decent challenge? I can smell your power.”
“I’ll give you one chance to run.  Leave her.”
“Cocky bastard, aren’t you?”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you… C’mon, demon, how about a dance with the devil?
Ask: So I was working on this Stranger Things ficlet based on some theories I read about time traveling to fix things.  And I was kind of hit by that meaning Steve would never become friends with Dustin or Robin. Don’t hurt me.
“Fuck, at least I'll be gone when Henderson comes to High School. At least I'll know that there won't be some other version of me bullying Dustin. I don't think I can take that thought.”
“No version of you would do that.”
“Don't be too sure.”  Before he could argue some more, Steve offered a sad smile. “At least I know he'll have you.  I'm glad. He’ll… he really does need someone on his side, so… and he kept telling me what a cool guy you were - even before you were ever involved in any of this.”
“He did?  He talked about me to you?”  Eddie couldn’t help but ask.  The last little flame of jealousy snuffed out as Steve nodded.
Steve’s smile was slightly sad as he then repeated familiar words.  “He worships you, dude.”
Time: How did one of only three words manage to pull up Pickup Man?  *wags finger* I just previewed you guys.  Roswell New Mexico, of course.
“Kyle left me his car. Said he'll pick it up tomorrow night.”
“How's he getting to the hospital?”
“Dallas took him.”
Alex did a second sweep of the room, spotting Dallas talking to Isobel.  He hadn't thought he'd miscounted on the first sweep.  He supposed there had been time for him to drive Kyle to the hospital and come back. Still, something seemed slightly off. He promised himself to check in with Kyle later.
For now, he let his gaze wander back to Michael.  “So what I'm hearing is you're coming over tonight.”
Michael chuckled, glancing over at him.  “What I’m hearing is you're anxious to get me out of the suit you so graciously helped force me into.”
“Who said anything about letting you take it off?” Alex leaned in with a smirk of his own.
(I am such a dialogue writer I probably posted more than necessary… oh well.)
Your prompts: trouble, delighted, throw
Tagging: @tasyfa, @myrmidryad, @lovecolibri
As always, feel free to ignore my tagging!  XD  (See, this is why I usually don’t actually tag…)
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firewolf · 1 month
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bloodyangelito · 2 years
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STOP, KIMIKO DOING THE MUSIC THING LIKE NANCY IN DIABLERO!!!
Two of my fav murderous sweet girls 🥺🥺 <3
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jpopstreaming · 3 months
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🆕🎶 「 新月 of Capricorn 24 」 new album by diablero is now available worldwide! 🌐 Listen now on our weekly updated playlist and discover new sounds from Japan 🎧 https://spoti.fi/42HdAgd
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