#Bloodmoon birthday

[galaxywolf363]

I heard it was the birthday of these goobers so I went ahead and drew them!

[bloo-the-dragon]

borth

[that-fox-thing]

Am I too late to the party?

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[rebloggerandy]

Finger paintings of the insane.

[artofachickennamedcheese]

For my Blood bbs (Art has also been posted on BM acc)

[sen-sational]

It's BloodMoon's birthday! 🩸🍰

[ask-dimension71542]

Can you wish me a happy birthday?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! (Sun made the cake)

(none of this is canon btw!!!!!) - Mod Bean

[h-didanart]

It is July 16th.

A date known across this world and many more. A day forever marked in the memories of the Celestial bots. A sad day, an omen of struggles to come.

It is also the day a certain pair fully woke up. Deemed to be their date of “birth” if one were to say it so. The twins of the blood moon, though no longer at play, are honored on this day.

The day of the massacre.

That damned day.

The moon is up high, red shine illuminating the deck. A place of importance this was to the twins. A place where many others have agreed to meet.

The feral one starts, calm for once. Under their hood, white eyes look at the sky, pondering on the fate of them who shared their code. They approach a lamppost and place their offering, a giant scythe, for whatever hunts the twins may partake in the afterlife. They lower their head, uncharacteristically silent, and make their way back to the group.

It is a while before anyone else moves, though before long them who’ve retired approach. In truth they hadn’t wanted to come, at least not with the others. They hadn’t seen a point when all they shared was a name. They shake their head and look at the moon. Though not exactly the same, they supposed they still understood. At least the real ones could be at rest now, free of all the shackles and free of any pain. They place the copper dagger at the base, and turn back to the rest, for once their quietness not questioned by the fellow pairs.

The hunter and harvest moons stare up at the stars, hand in hand. They were next in line to pay respects. A basket of flower chains they’ve brought, orange, and pink, and white, they could not find any red. They place them around the lamppost, tying the strings so they wouldn’t fly away. They pause and take a look at the small memorial, wondering if without their family this would be them. They hold one another closer at the thought. They hope the flower smell could reach those separated by death and reunited once again, the not unpleasant smell was one they knew could help.

He took a step forward, then another. He hadn’t expected this to be so difficult, it was a struggle for him just to walk, but he couldn’t just not show up. Not again. Once reaching the lamppost he glances up at the sky, a memory quickly flashing by. He looks down again, trying to keep himself calm. A comforting hand rests on his shoulder, his friend had arrived as soon as he had called. Together they leave the plushie on the ground, the lone twin looking back once more, glad to know at least the other him was no longer alone.

The vampire walks up to the lamppost. They were the ones who came up with this event. Truth be told they hadn’t expected so many others to agree to it, it was meant as a small ceremony of sorts, though they supposed it was good in the end. To have so many others show their respect. They kneel and place down the charm they had prepared, a ‘good luck in the afterlife’ so they’ve read. They hoped the other them was doing well in hell, they knew how awful it could get down there.

They don’t know why they agreed to this, they really didn’t. The guy was awful, a murderer, a freak. But… it didn’t feel right for them to not show up. With unpracticed care, they wobble over to the memorial, a scarlet ribbon in their hands. They figured the originals would like that shade more than their preferred orange and wine. It took some time but they eventually managed to tie the ribbon around the post, their shared body stumbling back and nearly falling over thereafter. They went back to their place wondering if this is what Kaycee felt whenever she looked at them.

Both humans walk up at once. The older holding a bag close to their chest, a fitting sacrifice for their alternate selves they believed; the youngest had a necklace of a red stone they had found, they weren’t really sure what else they could’ve gotten. They both place their offerings at the same time, necklace on the base and cow’s head to the side. The older stood up and looked at the red sky. Such a pretty view it was, they were glad they could see it together, such luck they had had. Unfortunate the others couldn’t have a fraction of it, to be ripped apart like that was not something easily left behind. Though they were both dead now so perhaps it didn’t matter at all. The youngest stood up as well, talking out loud to themselves. They knew of the twin’s status at their deaths, so upsetting to think they’d had no one but themselves. It was small and they couldn’t answer anymore, but they had still offered a place in their family’s home, they knew for sure they’d leave an open space for them at dinner today.

Death itself was there, or at least one of them. The butterfly god had agreed to let its new soul out, to mourn or grieve or whatever they were busy at. The young god and their still mortal twin approach the place for gifts, still in sync despite the many differences developed. They place the flower down, the mortal tying the previously left necklace around the vase’s mouth. They both look back at the moon and stars, slightly at peace at seeing what will be. This is their future, perhaps not exact, but very close to it. A soul destined to death, and a pair to never separate.

They were last in line, and last arrived, recent arrivals to the group over all. To find so many others with the same affliction had been both surprising and sad, even more when learning of their brother’s reputation. Still, the new twins step forth, moral support sun at their side. They knew little of these alternates, just that they were villains and rejoiced in death, and they loved one another dearly to an immeasurable extent. Such a duality hurt their brain, but they figured they’d still pay their respects. A black cloak in their hands, one of the many they had, a perfect tool for sneaking around in the dark, they figured it’s something the dead killers would like. They step back after placing it down, their brother behind them, and all three let their thoughts wander to what in their future might happen.

Once all were done there was silence. No one really had anything to say, all of them holding their own thoughts over the death of this version of them. And one by one, each pair left, returning to their worlds and their daily lives. Some came home to celebrations of their own, some to quiet halls, some to rotten bark. But in the end, whether better or worse, they all arrived to their friends and family, and, if only for one night, let themselves appreciate what they had, what they could’ve lost.

May the twins find mayhem in the afterlife, may they burn in hell side by side. Happy birthday Bloodmoon,

and please never come back.

full picture below,

[kylethethylacine]

I know it was yesterday in America (two days ago for me(I’m Aussie) but still (let’s pretend they’re still alive okay)

[starays13]

@ayyy-imma-ninja

Meg! You! Happy Birthday you amazing person! 🫵

I wanted to do something for ya since I knew today was coming up, so I decided on the thing I knew I could do and get done in time, plus I wanted an excuse to draw a bunch of your AU boys.

As both a birthday present and as a general gift because you’re genuinely one of the nicest people I know in this entire fandom and you deserve it, have an art dump of the fairy boys and the imp twins, plus a little doodle of Flowerboi I threw in there because I noticed he was your favorite of the brainrot Doritos.

Surprise!

Oh and this has been planned for weeks :3

[darkxsoulzyx]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @garbagechocolate !!

[aaxzlyte]

2024 Fic Masterpost

A list of every one of my Death Note fanfiction works on AO3 in the year 2024.

【General warning going in to read the tags on ao3 and be mindful. Triggers and sensitive content is included in some of the below works.】

2024 events collections:

Death Note Kinktober Collection on ao3

Remisa {Misa/Rem}

satisfying pleasure

1.1k | F/F | E

Rem finds another reason to hate Light Yagami. And another way she is better than him, as well.

watch

1.6k | F/F | E

"Please," she whines. Her wrists twist away from each other, but remain flush due to the rope connecting them. Misa groans in frustration and partial embarrassment. She glances back up to the mirror in front of her and bites her lip. She really does look pretty, though.

break all the rules

<1k | F/F | M

Rem indulges in Misa's public exhibitionism.

my heart is rose-tinted (a dream world)

2.3k | F/F | E | ongoing

Rem visits her nearly every week. Since she turned eighteen, the succubus (that is what she claims to be —Misa sees her more as a Goddess) has been draining her for all she is worth. It is perhaps due to the manipulations of her mind and body —the way Rem always knows the right place to touch, how hard to press, how much pain to inflict to balance out the pleasure— that Misa has found herself unable to be truly upset about it all. Rem is perfect, really. It’s to be expected, considering her role. But Misa cannot help but feel attached to her, foolish as it is. Love makes you foolish; Rem says it all the time.

baby blue

<1k | F/F | G

Misa paints Rem's nails.

good boyfriend

<1k | F/F | M

Rem doesn’t technically have a gender, so does it matter if she lets Misa refer to her as a man for Misa’s own comfort?

Meronia {Mello/Near}

bloody mess

2.9k | F/F | E

Near is unfortunate enough to have a menstrual cycle, but Mello is there to take care of her.

only you and i

3.1k | M/M | E

It's, honestly, exactly what he'd wanted upon initiating this. Mello would take Near's virginity and no one else would get the chance to even look at him. Near wouldn't want anyone else to look at him, because Mello would finally be enough, in some aspect.

Abuse of Power

1.5k | F/M

Mello’s head is fucking killing him and it makes his mood worse. Not that it could actually get much worse than it is now. Being tied up in the brightest room known to man is pretty fucking annoying. “This isn’t legal,” he speaks up. His voice is hoarse and he has to swallow down the scratchiness in his throat before he can speak again. “It fucking can’t be.” The voice that answers is far smoother. And quieter, calmer. It makes a small little part of Mello feel more at ease to hear it (he snuffs out that part quickly). “You’ve never been one for following the rules. You are also a criminal, after all.”

F sharp

3.7k | F/M | T

[for femininity] Near keeps having weird, totally out-of-the-blue thoughts. Near has a hard time accepting that these thoughts may not be so weird or out-of-the-blue, but mostly can’t get comfortable with what they imply. or 4 times Near should’ve known she was trans, plus 1 time she finally figures it out.

close my eyes, you're here

<1k | M/M | M

This is the only time Near ever allows himself to cry, to mourn for Mello. The only time his thoughts fill with what could have been, what he really wanted.

Stuck in the Dryer...

1.6k | M/M | M

Mello deserves a trophy for dealing with this shit. Firstly for putting up with Near at all, let alone being charitable enough to allow Near to live with him (as if Near couldn't afford his own, nicer apartment on top of a caretaker). Secondly because Near trying to be seductive is like watching a teenager fumble with shitty pick up lines on their first date. And thirdly for not giving into Near's admittedly shitty, yet somehow alluring attempts at getting into Mello's pants. or Mello might be slightly delusional and too horny for his own good. Near gets stuck in a dryer.

Lawlight {Light/L}

tie the knot

3.4k | M/M | E

This isn't really what Light had in mind when L decided to chain them up together. Sure, it might have felt like some sort of fucked up marriage certificate that Light had no choice but to sign. A sort-of ‘death do we part’ kind of agreement. But Light was also well-aware (too fucking aware) of how ridiculous he sounded when he told himself that. ‘The old ball and chain’ was a stupid saying anyway. Light is kidding himself.

Focus

<1k | M/M | M

Light and L are watching porn and yet Light can’t seem to keep his eyes on the screen.

Bathroom Break

<1k | M/M

L uses Light's mouth.

monsters who suck blood (and monsters who always tell lies)

3.5k | 2/2 | M/M | E

Seeing Light bent over a body, scooping ludicrous amounts of blood into his mouth and missing almost entirely sent L reeling. His first thought was that he was right; Light Yagami was clearly a vampire.

Other {Misc. Ships & Gen}

Forgive Him Before He's Dead

<1k | Gen | T

Light bites back a frustrated huff. Of course, he's still just as predictable to L. The man even saw his own death coming. Although... he seemed genuine. Even in the face of saying words that should mock Light's need for a mask, L looks like he means it. And he seems disappointed that Light took the path he's supposed to in order to uphold his facade. Light wants to surprise L, for once. He wants to give him what he wants, what he thinks he can't get. or The rain scene goes slightly differently, yet it changes nothing.

Misa-Misa

<1k | Gen | M

Misa-Misa bleeds out next to her stalker and perpetrator in the alley of her porn industry building on the 12th of March at 21:13 in Tokyo, Japan.

can you stomach it

<1k | Gen / M/M | Implied Bloodmoon

Light’s lips part obediently to take B’s fingers into his mouth. He sucks and gags slightly at the taste. B knows, in time, he will no longer shiver as the blood runs down his esophagus.

MY HUSBAND IS A BOTTOM!

2.7k | F/M | E | Yagamane

Misa is not above breaking out of her ‘perfect, obedient wife’ shell if it means Light will finally pay attention to her.

Closed Game

1.7k | F/F | M | Kiyomisa

Kira is dead. The world doesn’t know that, of course. Not even the current owner of the notebook understands that the original Kira is long gone. Light was a stand-in. A temporary substitute until Misa finally assumed her role. That is what Kiyomi will tell Mikami —and Mikami will believe her. Light may have paved the way, experienced the original vision of a New World, but Misa will be the one to experience the fulfillment of that vision.

If there are any mistakes you noticed on this masterlist please DM me on Tumblr and let me know. It's much appreciated :)

⟨dividers by cafekitsune on tumblr⟩

[craetor]

Bloodmoon's after-party💞📺☎️📞

[escapetheslaughters]

Happy birthday to their Terror Twins 🎄🎂

@thekillermaretwinz Brand new sweaters for Lunar and Solar. They also got the same bracelets.

[bloo-the-dragon]

Couple of Bloodmoons! Wanted to draw them with a pony tail plat plus a dress suggestion which i was absolutely down for

@asriel20asi thankyou for the suggestion! <3

[bkczyra]

Happy birthday!(๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)🎉

@garbagechocolate

A little gift~👀