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[totheidiot]

thy evil spirit

that short tiny moment from julius caesar act 4 scene 3 where the ghost of caesar shows up and tells brutus that he will meet him at philippi. but make it about light and L where L's ghost visits light in the morning of january 28, before the warehouse scene. enjoy :D

fandom: death note

word count: 1,410 words .

The ice-cold water from the faucet dripped on the basin in a methodical fashion. Light turned the faucet to the right, increasing the rush of water as he looked into the bathroom mirror. His reflection stared back at him: he took a moment to study himself as he gripped the edge of the sink. All was in order, it appeared. His hair was neat and his suit tidy, an apathetic expression on his face. As neutral as he seemed outwardly, on the inside, he thought he was the happiest man alive.

Today, it ends. He would win. He was sure of it. Every detail of his plan was absolutely perfect, he couldn't fail this. He would achieve what he wanted so many years ago, ever since he was seventeen years old. Perhaps he wanted this for much longer, even before he had found that notebook on the ground. Perhaps he had always wanted to be God.

His victory was so close, he could taste it. Unlike L, Light had never been one for sweets but now, his victory tasted so sweet and saccharine on his tongue. Light had never tasted something so perfect and divine. Oh, he could barely wait and he was so damn close. All of his life was leading up to this day: 1.28, 1 P.M. Victory belonged to him and very few things could stop his final accession.

With his right hand, he pulled at his sleeve, revealing his watch. His gaze turned to the time: it was a few minutes after ten in the morning. In about ten minutes, he would have to meet with the rest of the Task Force. But until then, he needed a moment alone. Just a moment to himself. Being alone had been such a privilege for him for so long. Just a moment alone in this bathroom, standing before the sink with his hands gripping the marble, looking to the mirror as the water fell from the faucet.

Cupping his hands underneath the tap, cold rushing water fell to his outstretched palms. He began to splash it on his face, closing his eyes. It felt like his skin was burning as the freezing water made contact with his face. Opening his eyes and turning off the tap, he let out a labored breath. Light's hand returned back to the edge of the sink as he stared right at the mirror. As he had turned off the faucet, stopping the sound of rushing water, the bathroom was completely silent. The silence was stifling, all that was left was him.

Water droplets clung to his skin and Light watched as they dripped back to the sink. He was oddly fixated on that methodical motion, watching water drop to the sink one drop at a time. Swallowing hard, he raised his head, expecting to see only his face staring back but when had his solitude ever been long-lasting?

L. Light could recognize his face anywhere: that familiar outline of his face, those black eyes, dark unkempt hair. Light's grip on the sink tightened and his eyes widened, his breath quickening. Through the reflection of the bathroom mirror on the wall, he could see that L seemed to be standing just behind him. Light instinctively turned his head, taking his eyes off of the mirror. No one was behind him, he was alone in the bathroom. He made himself look back at the mirror and there L was in the reflection. Standing with his hands inside his pockets, looking at Light with sharp eyes and a neutral expression.

Though Light was shaken up in the midst of L – after all, it wasn't everyday where you were faced with your dead rival – Light wasn't as surprised as he should be. For you see, this wasn't the first time he had seen him or felt his presence in this odd hallucination-like state, following L's death. Sometimes, amidst a crowd, Light might catch a glimpse of his face, so unmistakable that he just couldn't dismiss it as a misunderstanding or a trick of the light. Some nights, Light could wake up in the dead of night randomly and in his half-asleep daze, eyes half-lidded, he might find L lying next to him in his bed. Light never let himself think about it too deeply. Even after death, L was such a pain.

"Thy evil spirit, Kira."

With a start, Light stared at L through the reflection. Though Light had seen him countless times, this was the first time he had heard L speak in this state. Light hadn't heard that voice in four years and he was surprised to find that it was exactly as he had remembered. Even after four years, Light's memory of his voice hadn't failed him.

Light parted his lips, not knowing what to do. He closed his eyes, opening them again. L's face was still staring straight at him through the reflection of the mirror. It appeared that L only existed in the plane of that bathroom mirror as there was no one standing behind Light right now. "Why are you here?" Light asked, trying to sound as contained as possible. However shocked he was, he couldn't let it show.

L opened his mouth again and without taking a pause, he replied to him immediately. His voice was completely flat, not a single emotion at all. His face was the same. "To tell you that you'll be seeing me at the docks."

Light furrowed his eyebrows, what did that mean? Damn L, even in death, he was trying to confuse him. Just as infuriating as well. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as his grip on the sink loosened. "Well, then I'll see you again?"

"Yes," was L's simple reply. Then, a nod of his head. "At the docks."

Light let out a breath as he stared straight into L's face. Staring into the face of a dead man, the dead man in question stared back at him. That very face, it would forever be stuck in the age of twenty-five. Light reached out his right hand, unclenching the edge of the sink as he began to raise it. He touched the glass of the mirror, his fingertips meeting with the outline of L's face. What he felt was not skin but cold and unforgiving glass. L made no reaction at such a gesture, all he did was stare. For a moment, Light just traced over the reflection of L's face, his lips softly parted as he felt a pit in his stomach. Finally, Light spoke again, his lips moving to produce sound. "Then I'll see you at the docks."

L only gave a shrug of his shoulders in reply. He did not disappear immediately, instead only staring back at Light. Where was L, in which plane did he exist? Light watched as L began to reach out his hand also and slowly, it appeared to meet the glass. Light couldn't help but produce a small choking sound as he saw that L's fingertips met where Light's were. What separated them was seemingly just glass but Light knew better, there was no point in believing otherwise. They were worlds apart, literally. L was dead and Light was so alive. It was all Light's fault.

"Now that I understand," Light spoke, his voice strained and low. He looked to the side, not being able to look at L. "You can go now. You ill spirit, I wish we could have talked more."

When Light looked back at the mirror, L was gone, his fingertips were hovering over nothing. It was as if L had never been here at all. With a sigh, Light withdrew his hands and stood upright. That was a moment of weakness, he couldn't afford something like that. He needed to forget about it, forget what L had told him, forget how their fingertips connected together. There was no point in focusing on whatever that interaction was. Forget about the docks, whatever that means. L was dead and he was alive, and he would be alive for a long time. Light had won while L had lost. Light and L had parted their ways a long time ago, there would be no meeting between them. He pulled at his tie, adjusting his clothes as he looked back at the mirror with a stoic expression on his face. He had more pressing matters to deal with. 

[totheidiot]

good night, i love you .

fandom : the magnus protocol

relationship : nigel dickerson/mr bonzo

summary : 693 words

Be safe, okay?

Nigel's life is only just Mr Bonzo.

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taglist: @thermodynamic-comedian tagging you because you expressed interest in it !! hope everyone enjoys this little thing.

[totheidiot]

thy evil spirit (ao3) // thy evil spirit (tumblr) .

fandom : death note .

relationship : L lawliet / light yagami .

word count : 1,409 words .

summery

"Thy evil spirit, Kira."

in the morning of january 28, before the fateful meeting in the warehouse, L's ghost visits Light from the mirror of a bathroom. basically that scene in julius caesar act 4 scene 3, where caesar's ghost tell brutus that he will meet him at philippi but make it about light and L.

[totheidiot]

ghost!will fic — a masterpost.

this is your apparition passes through me by me a.k.a vaguelyradiantwords

❝And so, forever began, in this place, in this time, in this moment. And that would last for a long, long time.❞

the december of 1922 began with a death. more specifically, the death of one william byers.

it is the most notable legend of the town, of course. the fifteen year old william, called will by his family, was found dead in his bedroom at half past five. there had been no sign of struggle or disease. a healthy boy of fifteen has dropped dead without warning. that's all the town seems to know.

though misleading or obscure the known facts are, it was the truth. it was not the whole truth however; as it so happens, will byers did not die. not exactly. exactly a year later, will finds himself as an apparition, haunting the same house he had died in. there was no end in sight for him.

until. a visitor, a century later. a boy with the name of mike wheeler and his family moves into the haunted house. after various attempts, mike and his friends, affectionately christened 'the party', find the ghost. their goal is to discover what actually happened that night one hundred years ago, and the curse that left will byers in this state; and how to break it.

tables of contents

prologue .

chap01 : a little home .

chap02 : visitors, at last .

chap03 : talk to her .

chap04 : haunted .

chap05 : shadows in photographs .

chap06 : two times mean yes .

chap07 : loose floorboards .

chap08 : close your eyes .

this will be updated as i figure out more chapter names and plots <3 .

statistics as of writing this

hits : 678

kudos : 48

bookmarks : 13

comments : 19

chapters : 6/?

word count : 25,939

author's note

fic title is taken from 'death with dignity' by sufjan stevens. this is quite a long fic, i estimate the final word count to be 60k+. there may be some triggering topics, all of the tws, i will mention in the chapter notes when they do come. though the characters may have some different romantic interests in the past, this is a byler endgame fic with a happy ending. angsty, the party-centric as well. hope you enjoy it :D

[totheidiot]

Max does as Mike says. Her knuckles turn white under the grip and all eyes are on the two separate words. Two sides of a dangerous coin. Yes or no? She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Her hand is already moving towards no, slowly. “Ghost –” her voice is fragile, “Are you really here?”

Will has one second to make up his mind. Should he give up this charade, let her flip to the safe side of the coin? Or turn to yes and let the chaos ensue. If Will had been perfectly normal, someone who just wanted a simple life; a mother and a brother who he loved dearly, mean schoolmates, he would have left it alone. Turn around, always the observer, never the participant. The world always moving around him, all he does is stand still and witness it all. Now, he has the ability to change it somehow. Perhaps not the world, but they would remember. And after all, could you blame him? He is mindlessly, impossibly, dauntlessly bored. Why not have some fun? 

chap05 of your apparition passes through me is out on ao3 ! make sure to go read it :)

[totheidiot]

started a new fic. might go horribly. who knows.

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Mike hasn’t forgotten the probable ghost in his house. He tries to think about other things; his family and friends, what he wants to photograph, interesting books he has been reading. Recently, Mike had picked up a novel by Albert Camus called The Stranger . It is an intriguing read and he is familiar with Camus’ work, having read The Fall previously. And there is, of course, one line he has been staring at for long moments of time: I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world. He had read countless times, pondering over its meaning and depth. And even so, he always thinks of the sleepover, it’s always in the back of his mind. One part is always screaming, ghost! as it is some comedic ghost story.

But this is not a story. This is reality, and Mike is certain that there exists a ghost. He remembers the warning he had uttered to Nancy that night, you’re going to wish you believed me. And Mike is desperate , he must find the ghost, he must make sense of it. There is no logical explanation for everything that had happened then, there cannot be.

chap05 of your apparition passes through me is published and is just waiting to be ready ! go ahead and give it a read.

[totheidiot]

about to enter that godforsaken google doc, stay tuned today for the next chapter of that yaptm fic if i am still alive at the end of this.

[totheidiot]

intro post :)))

hm okay so most basic information about meee. the name is arian, my pronouns are strictly he/him. i am a sex-averse asexual (not sex-repulsed. keep that in mind because i do interact with suggestive content like a sex joke or a smut fanfiction sometimes. so be wary of that please !!). also on the arospec, specifically panromantic. i like to write A Lot and you will know from my posts. i am regrettably not a funny person either. hmm i think that's all !!

fandoms !

stranger things - all posts tagged under #the monster show that got really popular - don't exactly post so much about it? you might see this tag only when i might be engaging with my st mutuals or when i post a fanfiction update

the magnus archives - all posts tagged under #rusty quill presents: this man has too many eyes. - a tag you shall see very often !! have not begun s5 (will touch that probably, next month?) but got hugely spoilered for it.

the magnus protocol - all posts tagged under #rusty quill presents: the lack of eyes is causing me unease. - i am in the place with most of the fandom ! waiting for the next episode that is.

the goldfinch - all posts tagged under #the gay bird book - you will probably never see it now, still worth checking out my old posts? i don't even remember if they were good or not.

the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy - all posts tagged under #crash into the 42nd answer - live laugh love 80s sci-fi comedy series that forever changed my style of humor.

death note - all posts tagged under #something about death and a notebook. or whatever. she dies of diarrhea in three minutes. - enjoy the lawlight brainrot.

tags !

#🍂 arian's shit : all text post that i wrote myself ! every post i didn't reblog, all of that !! even some reblogs are tagged with this if i add a lot of my own thoughts to another post.

#🪐 arian's asks : my replies to asks i get :) anons are tagged with #those who have no name and the hate anons are tagged with #those who deserve no name i only got one hate anon even that was in my old blog but it's best to be prepared ! if it's not an anon ask, i will tag it with the asker's username or if they are mutual, they get a special tag !

#📷 arian's friends <33 : all the interaction with my mutuals and friends <3

#📝 arian writes fanfiction : pretty self explanatory !! all the times i mention my fanfiction !

☁ arian's very complicated and strange dreams : a very miscellaneous tag ! basically talking about my dreams

#🌌 arian contemplates his universe : textposts written by me that are not really connected to a specific fandom. posts might get a bit personal/random/vent-y

fanfiction !

the goldfinch

things we don't talk about . : xandra hears strange, loud and suspicious noises from theo’s bedroom. upon closer inspection, she discovers that boris is staying the night. the next morning, she confronts them about it. 1/1 , tw references to alcohol, implications of underage sex, internalized homophobia. not my best work at all, but you can read this one !!

six of crows

a fool's game : modern era hs au where the crows are hired by their principal van eck to steal the rival school fjerda high's mascot before the games. 6/? abandoned. tws of six of crows really. don't read this one, abandoned and i don't know how to even feel about this.

stranger things

i got your letter (hope you feel better than i do) : will gets sent a series of anonymous love letters in his locker. mike's been awfully quiet about this. 2/2, tw internalized homophobia. i don't really like this one but it's been very well-received so you can give this shot if you !

your apparition passes through me : that's the masterpost, everything you need to know :)) DO read this one, this is still very much ongoing <3

we both matter (don't we?) : mike asks max if she could go to California with him on spring break. that sounds like a bad idea, but she goes for it. el is unhappy in lenora; she is not in love with one of her first friends, but she is painfully in love with the certain red-haired skateboarder girl, who makes her laugh. 1/2 i have no idea if there will be a continuation? this was really good in my opinion, kind of sucks that it didn't get any love :((

upcoming !

stranger things

two byler fanfiction, both coincidentally i'll be co-writing with mutuals :). one of them is a eeaao au, written with @qulizalfos and the other is very longfic, slightly crack fic written with @iamtheoneandonlyever that documents mike and will's life from college, all the way to their fifties.

the magnus archives

আমি ��ো চক্ষুর বস্ত্র ধরে / দেখতে পাই অতীত, ভবিষ্যত, পৃথিবীর অধ্যাত্ম। : a character study of jonathan sims, before being the Archivist. all written entirely in bangla, bangladeshi!jon obviously, a focus on his language, his grandmother and his culture. only like two people in the fandom probably can read this.

here are my side-blogs :)) : @incaseimakeit-daily and @16-04-16-daily . also, credits for the dividers goes to @//saradika-graphics :))