Diakko. Diana and Akko. Diakko. It’s a ship, you see. Like, that thing where you really really want two characters in the same story who are otherwise not into each other to, uh, be extremely into each other. That’s what, uh, that’s. Diana and Akko. Diakko. This. I’m into this, uh.
oh my god i cant believe im seriously doing this
Can I…. Can’t I not write about this? It’s going to turn me into one of those screamy fanny… girlies. You know. The ones where they post a picture of the guy ugly-crying while taking a picture as a replacement for actually saying how they feel. Or the ones who say that they’re crying when they’re not actually crying, and screaming when they’re not actually screaming. Or how seeing fanart gave them life when it actually gave them confirmation bias. I don’t do that. It’s not me. But I’m still a believer just the same.
I will like every Diakko picture. I will retweet every Diakko picture. I will take every opportunity to commission the shit out of Diakko to satisfy my Diakko needs. I will preach the word of our heavenly dumb daughters that are named Diakko to every corner of the known interweb. I will devote my very life, and my entire 2017, to feel the feeling I feel whenever I see Diakko fanart on my twitter feed. These have been the conditions that were met many, many, years ago when the mere concept of Diakko was conceived into human thought. Diakko is love. Diakko is life.
The multicultural shock factor. The international distance between them. The fact that their personalities clash yet their core belief is the same. The fact that they’re both cute as fuck. The essentially equal power balance. Then general predictability of how they’ll grow up and how they’ll still think of each other the same nonetheless. It’s AlLvErYgOoD and VeRyImPoRtAnT.
Here’s a couple of also very good fanarts and there’s not many because if I didn’t stop now I will never stop for eternity i have no mouth and i must scream when im not actually screaming