#and of course ryuk. their dog.

[jweekgoji]

some nsfw-ish hcs? imagines ? for Death Note characters. minors don't read please.

tw: possible OOC, monsterfucking (with ryuk ofc), Light is a brat and a bit submissive , mention of spanking, L is a massive virgin, slight manipulation.

Someone really needs to grab Light by his hair and just spank him so hard that his bottom half will be red, and it's so painful to sit :(. Don't think that's what he usually lets anyone do; I don't even think he will even consider giving permission to do this to someone he loves or considers a tiny bit equal to him. This man only understands fear, and when he knows that he is cornered and actually has to appear submissive and play dumb to save his life, he will cooperate and bite his lip hard enough till it bleeds so he won't let any pathetic sound out. He's embarrassed and humiliated, and he totally doesn't like it. You would only be lucky if you are really strong and fit, also smarter than him. take away his little Death Note away and.. what else can he do? Don't bother to stop even if you slap him until he cries, he deserves it, and it will be harder to stop once you feel his small dick pressing against your thigh once you bend him over your lap.

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L is a pervert. And a weirdo. Weird pervert. And he can't take care of yourself at all. Without Watari he would die, I believe. Imagine yourself being some sort of second assistant for L along with Watari. It is canon that L can't change his clothes by himself (or just doesn't want to), so Watari changes him and has a fucking washing machine to clean him. Well, let's say, you are the one who's tasked with doing it all for L. Even though the famous detective proved countless of times his status as the smartest one, he is still a simple human just like any of us, with simple needs, and he has the same body reactions to physical touch. Maybe, he doesn't really get horny as much as an average man, since he's all focused on his work, but the moment you started to wash his body, moving a wet cloth a bit lower down his torso or back, he will get hard. He doesn't notice it until you mention it or stare at it for a good minute or two. He will look down silently, then look up at you, biting on his nail and shrugging off nonchalantly, like, «Oh? My bad.»

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Ryuk.

Ryuk doesn't really act as some sort of God of Death. You expect Shinigami to act all high and mighty, powerful, treat you like an insect, even threaten to kill you every few seconds, just so you will not forget your place, filthy human >:(. But with Ryuk it's different. Once you realize his addiction to apples, it's all over for him. Just think about abusing this fact against him. Ryuk is smart, of course, he had many people before you, but he is still easy to manipulate if you know what to say. You need something from Shinigami? Well, Ryuk can share with you some knowledge, but he can choose whether to tell you; after all, it's not in the rules and he can decide should he tell you or not. Okay! No apples for him for a week. Two. Month? Oh, you should be such a sadist or have a strong nerve to see him struggling with the effects of lacking sweet, juicy apples..! He will twitch, stand on his hands, and his body will twist as if he were in pain, this annoying Shinigami will beg you for it nonstop. He has no shame when it comes to apples, and it's hilarious, if you think about it. I think you should give him some time, and you can train him like your personal dog. He will eat from your hand; do all the tricks if you grant him a treat later. And when you somehow trick him into experiencing a weird monsterfucking session with you, he is on top of you, making you feel so small and tiny, while you do all the work with those hips of yours, whining and moaning in pleasure, you can notice him salivating. Saliva trickles down his chin, as his hands gripping your body tightly, leaving small scratches on your skin, you think, is it because of how good you make him feel, or is it him thinking about how he can finally get his dose of apples once you finish?

[yuheartss]

WHOS THAT GIRL?

IN WHICH — light finally makes a move on the girl he’s been stalking since high school

ʚɞ WC? 949 wordss

ʚɞ warnings! - stalking, hint of kidnapping, fem!reader, fluff-ish, unedited, lowercase intended!

ʚɞ a/n: I feel like I made him a little ooc but I hope not.. if I did please tell me! constructive criticism is welcome js don't b mean ⟢

In collage you were a bubbly person you had all the best fashions, best friends everything you could’ve ever wanted except one thing, a boyfriend, you told yourself that you didn’t need one you had to work on your fashion design major

You went to a small cafe to work on a dress sketch with your earbuds on you don’t notice a man coming up to you, he taps your shoulder and you look up at him “yes?” You ask “um can I sit here? All of the other tables are full” you look around and he was right it was full

“Yea sure” you said welcomingly the man smiles and sits with a cup of tea in hand “so what’s your name?” He says, hoping to start a conversation you look up from your sketchbook you give him another smile “y/n what about you?”

“Light” he says leaning back against his chair he looks at your sketch “are you in a fashion major or something? I can tell because of your unique style and your sketches” light finished, like he didn’t already know, you stare at him for a minute and laugh softly “your very observant Light,yea I’m in that major what about you?”

“I’m in criminal justice my father was a cop so I’m just following his footsteps” he said casually, looking into your eyes for any suspicions you might have “interesting…you don’t look like you’d be a cop more like a…scientist or something” you tilt you head as he chuckles

Your phone buzzed causing the both of you to look at the phone “hello?” You answered the keychain on your flip phone dangled as you leaned over to talk to your friend as you were doing this light took notice of your slicked back bun your curls covered in glitter hairspray, charms and hair clips near your ears

He knows you’ve been like this since high school you’ve Always been friendly you were popular and all but you never had any classes with light so of course you weren’t gonna remember him

Ryuk hoveres over Light his smile never falters what are you gonna do Light? Your not gonna stalk her are you? Ryuk teases looking over to you, still on call with who ever

“Very funny” Light says softly “i already know where she lives” Ryuk laughs as you turn back to Light “sorry about that something came up I gotta go it was nice meeting you Light” you say as you start to pack your things up

“Wait! Can- can I see you again?” He asks a little too desperately but that’s what girls like right? You blush a little and flip a page of your sketchbook and write your number down you rip the paper out and give it to him before speed walking out

He watches you go and looks at the note :

xxx-xxx-xxxx call me! ♡

He smiled at this and left the cafe as light walked out the street he couldn’t help but start thinking about if you r always like that or do you fake a face or the public he just couldn’t help but think about you about what makes you tic your fears everything

So two months later you guys have been hanging out and then light calls you, he asks if you want to take a walk in a park and of course you agree, you put on your best outfit ever cheetah print leg warmers here bows with similar patters over there

And of course you being the only person of color with bright colors on, it made you stand out quite a lot you got stares from girls and boys, men and women, dogs even! it made you slightly uncomfortable as you noticed this one man who kept following you ever since you got off the bus

You brushed that aside once you saw Light in the distance you called his name and he looked over to you with a smile you caught up to him and held his arm “sorry about this” you muttered as you leaned you head on his arm

Thinking that this’ll throw the man off and he’ll leave to which he did leave after a while of walking and that’s when you let go of Light “sorry some guy was following me and I wanted to shake him off” you explained as he nodded “yea I kinda figured that’s what you were doing it’s no problem” he replied deciding to be bold and take your hand

You bit your lip softly to stop the expression that your blushing to appear “soo where are we going?” You ask as you both go deeper into the park “you’ll see..” was all he said when you both got onto the center of the park he had shown you a lit up little area fairy lights, the water fountain reflecting those light’s making the water light up, flower bushes all around

“Oh wow..” you said softly placing your well-manicured hand over you mouth “like it?” He asked with a smirk watching your every move “yeah.. are you finna propose or something?” You questioned him eyeing him suspiciously

He chuckles “no no nothing like that, I was gonna ask if you wanted to be my girlfriend” you pause for a moment he was so casual about it you almost missed the question, you practically jumped on him screaming a yes he returned your hug smiling but what you couldn’t see was the dark look in his eyes

Next thing you know, your on tv you watch as the reporter says that you’ve been missing for three months she finally asks? who’s that girl?

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Wake Up Call

a rhea ripley x fem reader fic

CW: praise kink, oral sex, dom rhea, slight degradation, public teasing, slight somnophilia

Finally a day off, you think to yourself as you look at the shared calender app, with the calender title “R + (Y/F/I)”. As you lay in bed beside the sleeping muscular woman, you watch her chest rise and fall with every breath taking in the moment of waking up before her for once. She’s always up early to work out before her plane or for an interview or simply because she couldn’t sleep. But today you decided to let her sleep as long as her body allowed.

You slowly got out of bed as carefully as possible not wanting to wake her up, though when she’s asleep, she’s asleep but you still didn’t want to risk it. When you finally make it out, slipping on some fuzzy socks and sweatpants complimenting your “who’s your mami?” tshirt, you make your way to the kitchen.

Barry, Luna and Ryuk are cuddled up on the couch but somehow they didn’t hear you. Guess I’m the only one awake this morning. As you make the morning coffee, the sounds of the machine finally wake up the dogs and the sound of their nails clack on the floor as they trot towards you.

“Hi friends,” you say as you scratch their heads, one hand each, “lazy day for you guys too, huh?” Soft fur rubs against your leg followed by a tail wrapping around your ankle, “Morning, Ryuk.”

You let the hounds outside to enjoy the morning, you grab your coffee and follow them out. You sit and watch them play for a bit before diving into the morning social media scroll. You look through Twitter, Instagram, and Tiktok, before you realize it’s almost noon and Rhea still isn’t awake.

You follow the dogs inside as they pant their way to the cool tile floor of the kitchen, then make your way back to the bedroom.

Lying in a slightly different position than earlier, the raven haired woman still sleeping, you crawl into the bed slowly removing the covers from her. She wriggles a bit at the sudden cold so you freeze hoping to not wake her. You then begin to slowly and carefully take off her athletic shorts followed by her underwear. Somehow she didn’t move as much when you did that, was she dreaming this too? you laughed to yourself.

You let her settle for a bit, staring in awe that you just get to do this whenever you want. She even said one day, “you can wake me up any way you want,” with that devilish smirk on her face. Today was the day you took her up on that offer.

When you finally decided that she wasn’t going to move anymore, you opened her legs wider and settled yourself on your stomach between her muscular thighs that could choke you out any minute.

You begin by ever so slightly raking your tongue up her folds. Her hips jerked, but only the smallest amount, so you keep going. Barely brushing your tongue on her, watching her face for any sign of her being awake.

You kept your light touch and slow pace for a good while, then you press harder and focus more on her now sensitive bud. Her hips begin to move against you, when you hear a loud inhale from above you, followed by a “holy shit,” in her sleepy accent.

You smile as your response, but you press harder knowing she’s awake. A hand lovingly grabs your hair pushing you deeper into her, but her strength isn’t fully awake yet so it’s just a light push.

Unfortunately, her phone begins to ring and of course it’s none other than Dom. She huffs letting it ring but then decided against it because he’ll just keep calling if she doesn’t answer. The tattooed hand finds its way under the pillow to find the source of the ringing. You begin to lift your head so she’s not distracted during the call, but suddenly her strength has woken up and forces your head back down.

“Be a good girl for me and stay quiet,” she growls as she presses answer.

Your underwear floods at the sound of her demand, so you do as you’re told and keep going, dragging, swirling, lapping and everything in between to keep her bottom half entertained while her top half keeps Dom entertained.

“H-hey Dom,” her eyes shut immediately.

You can barely make out what he’s saying on the other side but it was something along the lines of. “Hey Mami! I was wondering if you wanted to get a late lunch with me and the boys? (Y/N) can come too of course.”

Her hand tightens the grip on your head keeping you still as you continue to make her wetter by the second.

“Sounds fun, (y/n) do you want to come to lunch?” and before you even decided to answer, “She said yes,” her hips jerked as you tried to nod your head for your actual answer.

“Great!” you heard the man say but you drowned out his voice after that to focus on your woman.

Her top half remained completely normal carrying on the conversation with her best friend, but her bottom half was writhing under you. You could tell she was close but she would never give it away, especially on the phone. You smirk at the thought of her having to cum while still on the phone and how she’d have to conceal it somehow. You knew deep down that she could, but her ego wouldn’t let her.

Suddenly, your hair was tugged back away from her hot center with a small whine from you, causing her to shoot a look at you. This meant she was about to cum but she couldn’t and that you didn’t do as you were told.

“Yeah for sure, well we have to get ready then if we’re gonna meet you, so see ya soon…yep…bye dom,” and she hung up the phone throwing it down beside her. “You did so good baby,” she gently let your head back down before she yanked it back up again, “except for the end. Sit up,” she let go of you.

You sat up wiping your mouth with your thumb, questioning what sort of punishment she was going to come up with.

“Because you didn’t listen, you don’t get the satisfaction of making me cum, so you’ll just have to watch. Open,” as she stuck her fingers toward your mouth.

You obeyed and closed around her digits, beginning to suck lightly when she forcefully pulled them out. Her hand reached her wet center as she began to draw small fast circles around her own clit, moaning at the feeling. “Sad you couldn’t do this for me, my baby, you could’ve done it so much better.”

You don’t dare say anything knowing it would cause you more trouble so you stare helplessly at her working hand. Her moans becoming more frequent as her back begins to arch.

You were sitting on your heels so you try your best to sneak in a few moments of pleasure for yourself without her noticing. Luckily, she’s too far gone to notice. So far gone that she groans loudly followed by a breathy, “oh fuck!” as she drew out her high making you keep eye contact with her as she continued wriggling in front of you.

When she finally caught her breath, she grabbed at your shirt and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, “wear that skirt I like,” she commanded, “and if you’re a good girl during lunch, you might get a reward,” she forced you back with a smirk.

“Yes ma’am,” you finally speak. Oh god, what is she going to do.

Lunch finally came. You hugged the boys said your hellos and were seated. Only a few moments passed after ordering the drink when you felt the tattooed hand glide against your thigh. It didn’t startle you because she usually had to be touching you no matter where you were. You barely noticed that she was moving up your thigh and under your skirt until it was too late. Her chin was resting on her other hand listening to the boys so they would have no idea what was going on underneath.

Your breath hitches as you swiftly give her a look and she cocks an eyebrow back at you, immediately reminding you of the deal.

Fuck okay, got it, you say to yourself. So, you let her hand wander wherever it pleased. For a while it just gently rubbed up and down your thigh, letting the boys get used to her hand under the table, so they wouldn’t suspect anything. As the conversations became more lively, the hand slowly forced your legs open as wide as possible.

You could feel your face getting hot so you tried your best to ignore it in hopes that it would go away. You lean yourself on your elbows to try to hide what might happen. Her hand slinked its way back under your skirt towards your already pulsing center, gently applying pressure. You jerk a bit at the new sensation so you immediately act like you were readjusting yourself, in turn giving her more access.

This whole time she never looked at you, her face was glued to the boys and their words, which was better for you because who knows what would happen if her baby blues looked at you.

She let her hand caress your core a few more times before the food finally came, releasing you from her tease.

You ate, talked, squirmed, paid, writhed, talked, said goodbye then finally got in the truck.

“Look at you, my good girl,” she smiled at you.

You were on your way home and luckily it was only about 10 minutes away. Her hand found its way back to your thigh and immediately back to your now soaking center. She drew circles as best she could letting you whimper at her actions.

Your breathing became heavier when your legs began to shake slightly.

“Not until we’re home,” her accent was thick.

“Mami, please,” you whine.

“Not. Until. We’re home,” she barked pulling her hand away.

You slumped at the loss of pressure but lucky for you, she turned into the driveway in less than two minutes. As soon as you both made it through the door, she slammed you against it. She grabbed your face for a kiss, when her other hand forced its way into your skirt onto your wet folds. You moan loudly into her mouth as she continues kissing you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” the hand that was on your face moved to your leg and hiked it up over her hips, holding you in place as she worked her magic with the other.

It didn’t take long for you to almost reach climax again and you knew she could tell too.

“That’s it, my sweet girl, cum for me,” she cooed.

And so you did. “Fuck YES,” you scream, your hips jerking with every motion, barely able to stand, holding onto her shoulders for dear life. Moans and whines escape you for a good minute before she allows you to come down.

She kisses your neck tenderly as your catch your breath, “you did so good, babygirl,” she whispers.

All you could do was smile weakly. She picked your other leg up and carried you towards the couch setting you down gently, giving you a small kiss on your landing. “Do you want some ice cream?”

“Oooh, yes please!”

[applestorms]

i was just gonna leave this as a comment, but my response started spiraling sooooo. guess i'm makin' this a full on post lol =3=" uhh anyways, responding to @skyborneveggie's tags on this post:

#really good analysis #always here for high-functioning depression light takes #i want to add; while Light is better at reading & manipulating people in the moment he also tends to overlook some things in the long run #because of his superiority complex #like his father volunteering for the eyes in matsuda's place #and matsuda in the ending. As much as i like to think of matsuda as wholesome- #-i do think if light played his cards right he could have manipulated him over to kira's side #but he didn't because he didn't think matsuda was important in the grand scheme of things

very good points!! about matsuda in particular— it’s interesting in retrospect how consistently he’s set up as a side character, particularly with how he is almost always immediately pushed off to the side despite that. like, alongside soichiro, he’s really the first member of the JTF we see pre-lind l. tailor (in the anime, anyway. in the manga it’s a bit more ambiguous, though matsuda definitely shows up to mention KIRA bringing the crime rate down in ch.3, still quite early).

he’s always the one counterpoint within the group, playing devil's advocate in a way with how he brings up the pro-KIRA side of things, yet as you say light underestimates him So consistently that he even ends up evolving into a full on joke/shakespearean fool character by yotsuba, which is really what makes his actions in the end so incredibly significant.

i distinctly remember reading that section where aizawa & mogi are getting more deeply involved with near and, in the case of aizawa in particular, are starting to genuinely consider the possibility that light might be KIRA, and just getting sooooooo so SO goddamn suspicious of what matsuda was doing. this was in part because i already had some spoilers about the ending, specifically about matsuda shooting him, but goddamn do his actions start looking suspicious when you begin taking him seriously as a threat. like, while aizawa is starting to live through his own psychological horror novel come to life, realizing that the innocent kid & strong leader he's been taking care of & following all this time might actually have been the fucking serial murderer they've been after for literal Years, here's what matsuda is up to in the background:

(light's face here. fuckin freak LMFAO)

(this one is particularly notable to me as it shows that even aizawa underestimates him— it's not just light, it's the whole damn team. even ryuk joined in earlier.)

(and of course, my absolute favorite example. the contrast between their expressions alone here is absolutely golden all on its own, but matsuda's heartfelt "don't worry, light!! i'll never betray you!!!" in comparison to THIS only makes it all the more juicy:

like, light doesn't even bother responding to him until he's got a goddamn bullet in his hand. he just sits there confident in the expectation that matsuda will lick his soles like a dog. jesus fucking christ.)

anyways, as i was saying: he's mostly just doing a bunch of dumb shit, making silly jokes in the background, fucking around with ryuk and being written off as an idiot by most characters, especially light but again also aizawa and ryuk. AND YET. he is Always hanging around over light's shoulder, lurking somewhere behind him in almost ever panel he shows up in, perfectly innocent to the point where it's can almost be more off-putting than if he were outwardly, actively questionable. like, this panel in particular, and i mean goddamn, just look at it again:

it hits So Hard in retrospect, not just because matusda is the one to shoot light in the end, possibly being his cause of death had ryuk not stepped in when he did, but also because it's true. as incredibly fucking suspicious as this panel may seem if you are armed with the knowledge that matsuda does, eventually, end up being the one to shoot light, it's equally easy to write it off as normal dumbass matsuda behavior because that is Exactly What It Is. and you would be right!! matsuda is trusting of light to a fault�� when he eventually breaks, it is Not due to his own betrayal. it's the evidence of light's. and not just of his manipulation of the task force, for years and years and years on end— it's soichiro's death specifically that finally makes matsuda lose his faith in him.

the idea that light could've manipulated matsuda over to KIRA's side had he just tried a little harder is fascinating, but i think i can also understand why he didn't exert any more effort— it was kinda unnecessary. for basically the entire story, from the moment matsuda is formally introduced, to the minute light breaks and admits he's actually KIRA, matsuda is one particularly dedicated conversation away from being a full-on KIRA supporter— or so light believes, anyway. and he's probably not that far off.

really, i'm of the opinion that it's matsuda's existence as this KIRA-sympathetic figure in the task force in the first place that causes light to believe so strongly that he could eventually convert the entire JTF over to the side of KIRA— possibly even saving all of them their lives in the process. like, as i've said before, for all that light monologues about how he's Definitely Going To Kill The Task Force, Don't Worry, I Can And Will Do It When I Have To, he. never actually does it. instead, light goes through all the trouble of keeping the JTF strung along behind him for more than half a decade following L's death, holding on to all of these strings of his former life even when they are almost undoubtedly more of a pain than they're worth. unable to kill his father, unable to kill misa, unable to kill matsuda— even when he directly tries to.

i forget which post this was on, but i believe someone pointed out before that potentially a major part of light's grief following soichiro's death comes from the fact that he springs a shock on him at the last minute before passing: soichiro never stopped suspecting his son. when he sees light's lifespan above his head his first thought is to be relieved, because the question he's held at the back of his mind for Years has finally been undoubtedly assuaged. light is desperate to believe up until the end that he can make the world truly and genuinely pro-KIRA; his final actions in the moments of clarity before he starts begging at ryuk's feet for his life involve an enthusiastic speech as he makes one final bid at converting the JTF and SPK to join him and believe in his vision of Justice.

and yet. he never quite gets mastuda.

never bothered? or never could? perhaps a bit of both, but it's a fascinating character progression nonetheless, and easily one of the most interesting arcs in the series. poor, poor mastuda, indeed.

sidenote: this is a somewhat half baked thought, but i can't help but make a somewhat minor connection between light's treatment of matsuda and his treatment of misa, as well as his relationship with takada. like, let's think through the list of his main (human) supporters throughout the series, the ones who end up taking on the title of KIRA themselves: in the first half, misa, in the second, takada & mikami. if we add matsuda to this list, we get two mirroring pairs: misa & matsuda for the front half of the series, takada & mikami for the latter.

light's treatment of each of these pairs is quite different, despite the fact that they all essentially fulfill the same purpose to him: misa & mikami act as KIRA's eyes, killing those light is unable/unwilling to himself, while takada & matsuda fill the role of KIRA's spokesperson, albeit to very different audiences. thus each half of each pair executes a different side of KIRA's ideology: misa & mikami the practical side, becoming killers themselves, and takada & matsuda the persuasive side, pointing out the positive influences KIRA's actions have had on the population to The People and the rest of the task force respectively.

it's not quite as simple as i've laid out here, of course— tadaka eventually ends up killing before she dies at light's hand herself, misa lives as light's partner until she loses her memories and never quite recovers, mikami becomes quite static, just playing at a killer for Appearances, until his actions eventually end up accidentally betraying light and leading to his downfall. yet it still seems notable to me that despite light treating takada & mikami noticeably better for the majority of the time that he's working with them, those two are the ones who eventually end up dead, betrayed and betrayer respectively. yet, in the case of misa & matsuda... for all that light degrades them and treats them like shit, those two are the ones that get to live on past him while remaining stubbornly loyal until the end, until light's own actions twist back and smack him in the head.

i think perhaps part of the reason why light never ends up converting matsuda is not just his own ego blowing Shit outta proportion and assuming that matsuda will either very easily convert/is too much of a dumb liability to even bother with, but also light's own discomfort with having followers at all. like, it really takes him that full time skip to get fully on board with the idea that people will Submit to KIRA, despite the fact that he logically must know how necessary that is. light wants the recognition and love and commitment of other people, but he doesn't necessarily want the responsibility of their own stupid actions— a sentiment perhaps reflected in how easily he kills criminals, seeing their "evil" as something to be Purged, an annoyance just as much as a liability for the happiness of the Good, Pure People of the world.

as i've outlined before, misa is the main person who's enthusiastic submission consistently gets on light's nerves and icks him the fuck out, but i can't help but wonder if this same reaction applies at least in part to his distaste of matsuda. it's easier to get away from matsuda at least, considering he doesn't have to play the Good, Heterosexual Boyfriend around him, but that doesn't mean it isn't still somewhat present either. this also gets interesting if you start considering lawlight dynamics during yotsuba as well, and L's similar (if somewhat more overt, even) dislike of matsuda during that era BUT. that'll perhaps have to wait until another essay lolol =3=

[inkydot]

Oo! I want to learn more about your death note college au! Invitation to ramble!

Oooh yay!!!

Okay well I’m gonna start with and mostly talk abt dynamics bc I talk about their majors in another ask!! (Also quick note: I’m mostly basing this off of my experience as a college student in the US as well as the glimpses of college we see in canon so if anything is inaccurate to university in Japan I apologize, this is just for fun and not meant to be too serious!)

But so Ryuk and Light Are roommates, and Misa and Rem are roommates. L lives on his own (or at least without another person) partially bc he doesn’t handle people well but also because he lives with his service dog. She’s a large chocolate Labrador retriever named Clue. She helps him with being autistic, mostly she’s there for social and moral support, as well as meltdown avoidance. She’s a big sweetie and is very good at her job!

Light and L are both still tied for being top of their class and as a result have a rivalry from the entrance ceremony onwards. They’re both on a debate team and definitely have full arguments both in debate and in general but it’s nothing too serious, they aren’t outright mean to each other.

Both of them are friends with Misa but don’t realize it until she tries to introduce them and they both freak out bc like of course she wants them to be friends with the one person they can’t stand in the school, but they kind of tolerate each other for her.

Misa and Rem are dating and are very cute, I love them a lot. Ryuk is just Light’s weirdo roommate that he has no idea what to do with. But it’s chill bc Ryuk just kind of does his own thing 99% of the time so Light mostly ignores him aside from polite conversation and Ryuk does the same. Misa and L are definitely super confused the first time they see Light wave politely to this super weird dude (Ryuk) in the hallway one day.

Misa still models though she’s not as famous in this au, and L thinks it’s cool, sometimes he comes along to watch her photo shoots and do his homework. Plus Misa bribes him to come with sweets afterwards. Light came along once and was bored, and just drank coffee after. Rem also goes along sometimes to support her gf.

Not really sure what else to say lmao, but thank you so much for asking abt it!! If you wanna hear more/have questions abt stuff I mentioned lmk!!

[therobotmonster]

Inspector Gadget could, and would, best Kira.

I'm not even sure if even he knows his real name, so he's safe on that front. He would, in fact, not come anywhere near Light except by complete accident, but he would get close enough Light would be focused solely on him, while ignoring Penny and Brain.

"A lot of people are dying, Brain, we gotta help Uncle Gadget."

Because being stalked by a nameless cyborg detective that is also a rage-inducing buffoon would keep Light's attention away from the little girl and her dog. Penny would put the clues together, and because the Death Note is a thing that exists, that means there's info about it in Penny's ComputerBook.

"It says here the Shinigami are gods of death..."

And Brain, of course, would wind up with the Death Note, get terrified by Ryuk, and induce a bizarre chase scene. Meanwhile, Inspector Gadget has been following a series of increasingly wild goose-chases, ending with Brain, Kira, Gadget and a handful of random bystanders colliding with one another, with Penny quickly explaining what "Uncle Gadget did" and Light being hauled off.

Gadget lands in the lower left end of the chart, Penny and Brain in the upper left, the team landing straight in the middle vertically due to averages.

(link to original)

[boimgfrog]

I think I'm gonna watch death note soon and I'm prepared to be disappointed

[cat3ch1sm]

Could you maybe do a Ryuk x Fem!Reader? Only if you want to of course! Storyline and whatever doesn't matter, there just isn't a lot of Ryuk oneshots/fanfics out there :)

🥝| this took fucking ages goodbye im so sorry i was so busy and im so tired im sorry omg

💚| here it is!! short little oneshot for uu<33 ily!!

"Why are you all the way over there?"

You were sitting in the branches of a tall tree in the damp woods, early morning fog hiding the grass below from view. Your legs swung back and forth carelessly as you turned your head to look questioningly at the floating Shinigami a few meters behind you.

"Well, you know, I'm still a little nervous around girls," Ryuk admitted reluctantly, hovering up and down just above the leaves. You smiled and turned back around, rolling your eyes good-naturedly.

"Come on, Ryuk, we've known each other ever since Light picked up the Death Note- and that was like, a million years ago. I would think we'd be cool now, yeah?" You reached up above your head to pluck an emerald leaf from the thick branch hanging over you. "Although... it's getting way harder to steal you away from Light. He's really getting into this L thing lately."

"I'll say," Ryuk replied, his rough voice holding a note of exasperation. "He just orders me around these days- I'll bet he asks for me within the next ten minutes or so."

"Yeah, Light's a bit of an ass nowadays. At least you have me though, right?" Your expression brightened as you grinned towards Ryuk, who quickly looked away before glancing back and moving closer to you.

"Yeah... sometimes I wish it was you that picked up my Death Note." Ryuk sighed, the soft flapping of his huge wings stirring up a slight breeze. "But the whole back-and-forth between Light and L is really something to watch."

You smiled slightly, endearingly before letting out a dismissive exhale. "He doesn't tell me anything. Beats me why he even told me about the Note to begin with- it's not like I'm working with him or anything. For some reason, though, he's working with that Misa Amane- I've never seen such an airhead."

"She's nicer than Light is," Ryuk shrugged nonchalantly, still floating just behind you with the falling fog obscuring his wings, not daring to come any closer.

"Yeah, I know- Ryuk, why don't you just come sit next to me?" You cut yourself off, turning all the way around to face Ryuk, staring at him expectantly.

"I told y-"

"And I still don't care. Just come sit down and talk with me before Light calls you back like some service dog."

Ryuk tilted his head at you before finally moving forward, the wind from his wings jostling your hair some as he settled next to you, his much longer legs also dangling from the branch alongside yours.

"Okay- ya happy?"

"Yes." You smiled triumphantly, folding your arms across your chest in resolve before leaning over and casually placing your head on Ryuk's shoulder. You didn't give the clearly flustered Shinigami any time to react before resuming the conversation about Light and his effort to become "the god of the new world," swinging your legs back and forth as if this was a daily occurrence- though it was a while later before Ryuk warmed up to it.

The two of you had spent several more minutes talking before you felt the first few warm drops of rain hit the top of your head, and you made an annoyed clicking sound with your tongue. "Damn," you muttered, pulling your arms over your head and slouching forward, elbows touching your knees.

Ryuk blinked at you strangely. "Humans- they don't do well in the rain, right?"

You shivered as the rain began to come down harder, the leaves above you and Ryuk beginning to rustle. "Nope. Humans and water outside of drinking are the most useless combination you'll ever see in your life." Hunching forward, you tried your best to stop yourself from getting soaked- but all of a sudden, a shadow was cast over you, and you no longer felt the rain.

"Hey-" You looked up, confused- and saw Ryuk's jagged wing raised above your head, effectively shielding your entire body from the rain.

Now it was your turn to act flustered as you dropped your eyes to your lap. "Uh- thanks, Ryuk."

"No big deal," he replied quickly, not making eye contact with you. With a small smile, you placed your head back on Ryuk's shoulder as the rain fell around you.

[ashley-jones]

Can you write a Demi x reader where reader persuades Demi to adopt another dog? Demi was sceptical because she’s already has three (I think?) and doesn’t know if there’s space for more. (Reader likes big dogs like Australian shepherds)

Demi ends up saying yes and they go to the shelter :)

Love this idea! Though I'm going to change it up a bit! Reader brings home a stray dog that was in need of some medical attention, and Demi comes home from your to find reader with the pup! After pleading Rhea finally accepts to keep the pup!

Rhea Ripley x Reader

You Can Never Have too Many!

Warnings: None

You where just trying to get a cup of coffee after leaving the gym, but of course bad luck just had to strike. It started pouring the moment you got your coffee, and on the way home you ran into a couple of kids beating down on a poor pup. You've never felt more anger fill your veins than at that moment.

Hell you dropped your coffee and pushed one of the kids away cursing him off, anger present across your face. The poor pup was injured and mudded over from the rain and alley way. It was malnourished and you could see it's bones through matted fur.

Once you got the kids to run off, you turned around kneeling down and very gently lifting the poor animal, who just whined and whimpered, body shaking in both fear and from the cold. This was probably one of the worst times to not have your car, but walking will have to do.

You wound up taking the pup to the vet the next day after getting an appointment. Turns out the past owners just threw the port hing out because he was too wild, and was constantly going into heat. He had a broken back paw, and scars all over him from both the kids and possible fights with other dogs while on the streets.

You knew it was bad to bring the pup in before speaking with your girlfriend about it, but you didn't want the poor thing to wind up back on the streets where it could get even more hurt or even worse killed.

Turns out the dog was a male, and it was an Australian Shepard. Once he was all brushed out and unmatted he was absolutely beautiful. Bringing him home to 3 other dogs and 2 cats could be difficult, but it didn't take much time for the others to welcome the pup in. Luna and Barry showed him all of the toys and the large beds, which the Australian immediately took advantage of despite Mazikeen and Ryuk laying there already.

You named him Miracle, because it was true miracle that you found him that day. But despite it being a miracle you stood in front of that door right now after hearing Demi's pick up pull into the drive way. You would greet her, ask her about the tour, then slowly jest over to Miracle. Demi adores animals, and always wants to bring in strays, but your place wasn't exactly as big as people would think. And with 4 animals it was pretty crowded, but you didn't wanna give up Miracle.

You worked up the courage to give off a bright smile the moment the door opened. Your girlfriend walking inside, her beautiful smile appearing letting her suit case go and accepting your body colliding with her taller frame. Demi lifted you up into her arms, wrapping her arms around your waist placing a chaste kiss against your lips. It made you smile wrapping your arms around her neck holding her close, as if you two haven't seen each other in forever.

A new bark echoed through the house which took her attention from you, instead her ocean eyes moved towards what she expected to be only 2 dogs greeting her, but a 3rd one stood alongside Berry with a cast on it's back leg, and a cone around it's neck. She lowered you moving her gaze back towards your nervous face.

"Surprise.." you whispered. Hair stood up on the back of her neck and arms, panic filling you fear of her getting angry. "Where'd you come from hm?" she questioned. She pulled her jacket off lowering and holding out her arm. Miracle seemed scared at first before stepping towards the wrestler sniffing her hand, slowly accepting her hand to smooth against his fur.

"What's his name?" she asked. "I named him Miracle.. I found him on the street a few weeks ago getting beat down by a bunch of kids.. his owners tossed him out, I couldn't leave him there.." you slowly answered.

Demi lowered her head sighing and rubbing her forehead, as if trying to come up with a decision of what to do with the dog.

"Can he stay?" you asked. Hope filled your soft voice, with a side of begging and pleading sound. Demi sighed standing up looking down at you with her intimidating eyes, but they softened. "Well you already named him, so we certainly can't let him go now can we?" she spoke.

Your eyes went big, a bright smile appearing across your features. You practically threw yourself into her arms holding onto her tightly, thanking her over and over. "Yea yea Y/N. This just means you owe me something once I get out of the shower." she teased. Kissing the side of your head she lifted her suit case and began walking upstairs, leaving you to stand by Miracle with a bright smile present, that seemed to brighten the whole house.

[pisswizzard]

[Image ID/ Screenshot a paragraph written in the ioS notes app on July 5, 2021 at 5:34AM that reads: you know I bet Light Yagami despised people that pissed in the urinal directly next to him so much but knew he couldn't kill them because it wasn't a crime so instead he always had a small scrap of the death note in his back pocket to touch them with so after they finish their business they zip up turn around and see ryuk's dog face just staring back at them and ryuk is just like "hey man, look," and the person is like WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT and light is just like huh? :) what are you talking about? of course, light and ryuk are both in on it, they made this agreement super early on and ryuk gets an apple every time he does it. anyways ryuk then says to the guy something like yeah I'm the pisslord of this bathroom I come out whenever guys just whip it out recklessly next to another man and the dude runs out of the bathroom screaming /End ID]

[Image ID/ Screenshot of a series of replies to the above post. The first is from rubbrchickn on July 20th saying: when they set up the cameras in light's house it would have been really funny if ryuk still ate apples and moved objects around and light talked to him, the house is haunted but maybe not related to the killings tho if they could pull off that deception. Just a completely separate phenomena that makes light look suspicious but not relevant to finding the serial killer.

The next reply from yorickoid on Aug 2nd reads: he's touching these men who come and stand next to him at the urinals huh...

The next reply from russersprouts on Aug 2nd reads: Everybody saying "yeah but light doesn't have a sense of humor" is right but only partially. He does this with full sincerity and doesn't get how it would be funny in the slightest.

Next is a reblog from j4gm with tags that read: #L: I've heard rumors of a strange pisslord who haunts this bathroom. #L: (takes the urinal right next to light) #Light: (dramatic internal monologue) why would he take the urinal next to mine #if he believes it will summon the pisslord #unless he has figured out that kira's supernatural abilities must be the result of a shinigami #in which case I must plot my next move very carefully #if I touch him with the death note so he can see ryuk then it might confirm his theory #and increase the suspicions on myself #but if I don't... #he will know that the pisslord is treating him differently #and that will also increase the suspicion on myself #damn it L #you hold all the cards this time #death note

Next is a reblog from iernos with tags that read: #this is it @this is the post that kills me every time I read it #i don't know how many times I've looked up 'ryuk dog face light yagami urinal crime' or some variation of this #in hopes of finding this #the phrase 'they zip up turn around and then see ryuk's dog face just staring back at them' #has got to be the funniest shit I've ever read in my life #but no yeah op's right #death note

Last is a reblog from fruityastronaut with tags reading: #oh my god #posts hall of fame #posts to show to irls #<- my mother /End ID]

had to share this note i woke up and wrote in the dead of night

[sugarylawliet]

no good for me (light yagami x reader)

i’m back lol

> warnings: smut, degradation, spit kink, inappropriate use of the death note, VERY toxic relationship, song fic kinda, lyrics are in bold and italics, based off of diet mountain dew by lana del ray

> tag list: @ygm1slt @cradiot28

❛ you’re no good for me, baby you’re no good for me ❜

Nothing on this earth scared you more than the man you were about to see; the pretty boy brunette flaunting good grades and a picturesque family life whose facade of ambitious, respectful young man was a mask almost no one could see through. Some people felt dread at the thought of spiders or snakes, felt fear in their stomach imagining the paranormal, shadow ghosts or criminal stalkers invading their comfort zones. None of these perfectly rational fears scared you the way Light Yagami scared you. There was no fear to be had at the thought of something undesirable creeping its way into your privacy or comfort zone, because Light had manipulated his way into your comfort and trust long ago. He was scarier than a murderer ready to kill at an urge’s call, his blood lust hid in shadows behind his golden boy facade, his words were tools and his touches were negotiations. You couldn’t trust a single thing that came from his mouth, you often questioned your own sanity. Light Yagami had a terrifying grip on you, and it was exactly what he wanted.

Your eyes scan over the text Light had sent you for the millionth time, the words almost ingrained in your head at this point.

Come to my house. We need to talk. 

You were sure he kept his words vague on purpose, yet another tactic to keep you at his disposal out of pure fear. You weren’t exactly sure if you loved Light anymore; what was your definition of love at this point? You loved him, yes, but was it out of obligation? Was it survival instinct?

It was true, in the beginning you had loved Light purely and truly. You believed his ambition was justice, to make the world a better and safer place for you. But as time went on, “Kira doesn’t kill innocents” began racking up more and more exceptions, and as the twisted justifications spilled from his mouth, so did the gaslighting. Over and over, his sweet words convinced you to keep coming back. His empty promises were a drug and you were addicted. 

His text, you were sure, was a reference to this fizzling out of your love for him. He could sense it, and surely he must have found out you were planning on leaving. You weren’t planning on revealing that he’s Kira- that would cause more commotion you were not interested in being a part of- no, you simply wanted to move states, get away and forget about Light Yagami, forget about Kira and Ryuzaki and Ryuk and everything that has overtaken your life. However, if he did find out your plans to skip town, you may just have to reveal that he’s Kira for safety measures.

❛ you’re no good for me, but baby i want you ❜

Hestiently, you opened the door you had been staring at blankly for what felt like hours. Light had been staying in an upscale hotel during the investigation, so maybe the other tenants could hear you if you screamed for help; the overdramatic thought brought you comfort. 

You walk in the room, closing the door behind you. You’re met with the sight of Light’s back as he sits in the rolling chair across the room. In the absence of any words, without even seeing his face, you know he’s mad. Every slight change of Light’s emotions could strangle a whole room by tension alone; his aura manipulated the feeling in the air, which served as a helpful alarm to know when he is upset. And man, is he upset.

You open your mouth to greet him, but he cuts you off, spinning around in his chair to face you, “Don’t talk.” You nod and close your mouth. Why do you even listen to what he says?

“I knew I couldn’t trust you. From the very beginning I knew you would run that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you’re planning on leaving. And then what? Telling the first news outlet you see that I’m Kira?”

“No Light,”

“I said don’t talk.” He stands up from his chair, “If you tell everyone, you’ll also have to tell on yourself. Imagine what everyone would think of you if they knew...You knew I was Kira and you still dated me, you defended me, you kept my secret, you even got on your knees for me. Are you gonna tell that to the media? That you let Kira fuck you?”

You purse your lips, restraining yourself from talking back. You knew it would only make things worse, but you couldn’t stand the way he talked down on you and expected you to take it. 

“Come here.” He motioned to his desk and you followed, sitting on his lap per his instruction. He placed the death note open on the desk, handing you the pen. With one hand gripping yours and the other on your hip, he began to guide your hand, the pen spilling out the first letter of your name on the pages.

❛ do you think we’ll be in love forever? ❜

“N-No, Light, you can’t do this, please.” You begged, your heart rate quickening as you realize what he was doing. It can’t end like this, it just can’t.

“Shhh, just write. That’s it, baby. This is what bad girls get, you see?” His death grip tightened on your hand as he spelled out your name, the last letters leering closer and closer before you could register the implications of what he was doing. This was it, this was really it.

Light lets his free hand wander up to your jawline, pulling your face closer to yours and enveloping you in a kiss as he wrote the last letter of your name. You shake your head with a whine, however he disregards your concerns and runs his hand on your upper thigh. 

“What’s the matter, Y/n? Don’t wanna spend your last moments with me?~” His nose kisses your neck, and the soft, sensual gestures almost make you forget your life was quite literally slipping away at every second that ticked by. 40 seconds. You had 40 seconds to do something.

You jump off of Light’s lap, reality rushing to your lungs as you felt your world closing in. Your pants become heavier, harsh air ripping through your throat as if they were the last breaths you would ever take because, well- they were.

Your head felt buzzing and dizzy as you fell to your knees, crawling towards Light who had spun around in his chair so his back was facing you; completely apathetic. After all you’ve been through together, after all you’ve done for him, nothing. Nothing at all. 

You crawl closer, grasping towards the notebook Light held in his hands, your weakness limiting your reach as anxiety stole your clearness of mind. He only  chuckles at your meek attempts to save your own life. Your head was racing as your nervousness blacked out everything in the room except for the little black notebook your boyfriend had a death grip on; ‘I’m running out of time, I’m going to die, I need the death note, I need to cross my name out, I need it I need it I need it I-’

“Goodbye, Y/N. You were fun to play with for a while.” Light kisses your nose with an arrogant smirk, peeling your hands off from his lap and wrists before checking his watch, signaling your last few seconds. 

You quit your pitiful attempts to grab the notebook and instead push yourself further and further away from Light until your back hit the wall, lacing your fingers tightly in your hair as you cried your last moments away. 

“5, 4, 3 2...” Light spoke.

“No no no no no, please god,” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for the pangs you would soon feel in your chest.

“1...”

And

Nothing.

You breathe. You let the air flood your lungs; it shouldn’t be possible. You dare to open your eyes, revealing the same scene. You, pathetically on the floor with tears down your face, Light before you in his chair with his head thrown back in a maniacal laugh. 

He tossed the death note down to you, like a dog being thrown a bone. You frantically grab it and flip to the newest page, your name scratched out with two thick lines. 

You were alive- no, he let you live.

❛ hit me my darling tonight, i don’t know why but i like it

“Well?” Light asks expectingly, standing up from his chair and kicking it to the side of the room. You look up at him questioningly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as tears still brimmed your eyes from the just-curved anxiety attack.

“No ‘thank you’? I spared your life even after you betrayed me- lied to me. You’re so ungrateful.”

“I, I-” You found it difficult to shape your words with your hitching breath. You inhale deeply, eyes closed, calming down, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Light.”

Why were you even apologizing?

“I’m so sorry, please, just take me back. I’m sorry.” The words spilled from your mouth so quickly simply because they felt right. You needed to apologize, you did wrong, you need to be good. You wanted him back more than anything so you can be good.

❛ scary, my god, you’re divine ❜

“That’s right,” Light smiled, his voice softening unnaturally, “Now, how about you come over here and show me just how sorry you are.”

You hesitate for a second before crawling over to him. You sit obediently with your legs beneath your thighs on the floor in front of him.

“Mm, that’s my babygirl.” He pets your head affectionately, coherencing a smile from you. Despite everything he’s done, he always knew how to reel you back in. You needed the approval. You needed his approval.

You look up at him with puppydog eyes, to which he cocks his head to the side. “You know what I want.”

Nodding, you slowly unzipper his khaki pants and pull out his cock. You run your hand up and down, pumping it slowly. 

“Don’t be a fucking tease” Light scoffs, raking his fingers through your hair and forcing your mouth down onto him. That sweet, caring demeanor was gone in barley a second- of course it was. What were you expecting? It was a thinly veiled facade and you fell for it everytime without exception. 

Light groans, pushing your head further onto him as you try not to gag. You feel the tip of him hit the back of your throat as he thrusts into your mouth faster. “God, Y/N, you take my cock so well. Hah, if only the media could see you now. Poor little Y/N wants to run away from big bad Kira, meanwhile here she is on her knees for him, sucking him off like the dirty slut she is.”

He lets out a deep sigh before pulling out of your mouth. “Be useful for once and get on the bed.” He commands, bringing you to your feet with his strong grip on your hair and pushing you in the direction of the bed. You obey, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for his next instruction.

Light slinks over to you, standing over your figure as his delicate fingers dance up your inner thigh. He takes off your skirt and slowly rubs your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Mmm, Light, more...” You buck your hips up to meet his touch, his movements were agonizingly slow and you needed more friction.

“More?” At once he removes his hand from between your legs and grabs your face, your jaw in between the tight hold of his thumb and forefingers. “You want more, huh? You don’t get to make demands of me. You really think i’m gonna give you what you want after that stunt you pulled? Hah, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

You let out a whine, bucking your hips again asking to be touched.

“Aww, poor baby...” Light cooed, “Open up.” You obeyed, opening your mouth before Light brought your face closer to his, spitting in your mouth. “Now swallow.”

You do, earning a smirk from Light. “Mm, good girl. Good girls get rewarded.”

He pulls your panties aside before dipping two slender fingers inside you; wasting no time, he pumps them in and out frantically.

“Oh god Light, fuck,”

“You’re so wet for me Y/N, you like this, don’t you? I knew you would, such a dirty whore. You like when I treat you like this? You like being treated for the slut you are? God, you probably got wet when I almost killed you. It makes me hard, having you under my thumb like this, under my control...”

“Fuck Light, it feels so good, I’m close...”

Quickly, he removes his fingers from you once again, earning a cry from you at the loss of heat. “Please Light, I need you so bad,” You beg.

“What did I say? You’re still not forgiven for that stunt you pulled. Don’t whine.” He wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you down onto your back.

He fully pulls his boxers down, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please light, god, I need it so badly. I want you.”

“Hmm, yeah? You’re so desperate for my cock? I’m not convinced.”

“Please, Light, I’ll never be bad again, I’ll never mess up again. I need your cock so badly, I need you to use me. Do anything you want.”

“Mm, that’s more like it,” Light remarks before pushing into you, earning a loud moan. HIs thrusts were slow, no doubt teasing you.

“Oh, Light, please, faster...”

“More demands? God, you’re such a needy slut. Fine.” His grip on your throat tightens, pushing you further into the bed as he snaps his hips into you without mercy. His pace is relentless, quickly finding your g-spot.

“Fuck, Light. It... it feels- fuck,”

“Hah, stupid slut, what’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue? Or is it me fucking you so hard you can’t even think straight, can’t form sentences?”

His words only egg on your approaching orgasam, “Hmmph, it- it feels so good. I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulls you up slightly by your neck before slamming you roughly back into the bed, thrusting into you with speed. “Cum, show me how sorry you are.”

You obey, releasing with a loud moan of his name. He finishes soon after, roughly letting go of your throat. “Clean yourself up. You look like a fucking mess.”

You slip your panties and skirt back on as Light sits apathetically at his desk, his focus buried in paperwork. You heart skinks to your stomach. 

Once you finish dressing, Light allows you to leave, informing you of the Kira case work he had to finish and opening the door for you. 

“And Y/N,” He catches your attention before you step into the hallway of the hotel, “Let this be a lesson. Don’t ever try to leave me again. You’re mine.” He grabs your jaw and kisses you tenderly- but you weren’t stupid. You knew the motivation behind it, and let you still kissed his soft lips back and let yourself melt into him. 

“Goodbye,” He remarks after pulling away, “Behave yourself.”. The door slams in your face. 

You can still feel his cum dripping from your heat daring to spill out of your panties. The hallway was empty, allowing reality to rush to you at once. Your senses only seem clear when you were alone- with Light, you didn’t see with your own eyes or hear with your own ears.

You let your back touch the door of Light’s hotel room, slowly sliding down until you were sitting on the carpeted floor. Your life was broken pieces and you cut yourself picking up the glass shards, relishing in the fact that your boyfriend liked the way the blood looked on your pricked fingers.

❛  hurt me and tell me you’re mine, i don’t know why but i like it. ❜

[tzatwar]

assigning death note characters pets （〃｀ 3′〃）cuuuz im bored & they deserve a creature or 2

mello - seems like a big dog kinda guy. like a big silly dog who thinks its still a puppy hehe specifically pitbull terrier mix or australian shepard. i put the most thought into his its all underwhelming from here ...

near - tiny animal liker i think. they caan have a bird :3 that sits on his shoulder. that or a small rodent like a hamster. i think theyd like building those complicated tube courses or wutevr 4 a little creature 2 scurry thru

matt - can barely take care of himself. he gets a rock with googly eyes

misa - umm im basically her & im a cat person so misa definitely likes cats >:] i have a tabby cat & omg what a coincidence so does misa now. she also seems like shed own a snake or 2 ..

light - ryuk

ok fine light fr - probably also a cat person but idk i dont think he rly deserves a creature

L - i feel like hed have something rly obscure. or a ferret. hed enjoy a ferret for sure. & maybe hed b a spider guy? tarantulas r disgusting & i hate them so much im sorry but L is a freak so i think he would probably have a freaky pet if not a ferret

matsuda - a turtle.

[shukuchiisms]

As previously promised, here goes that poll context for yall nerdos! (Yeah it was meant to be ironic).

So, from Im bang & Yi Ryuk, passing by David kang all the way to Mayer, Frederick J,every decent mythological expert agrees in one very know fact, that the kumiho is an immortal entity that can't be permanently destroyed by absolutly nothing aside from 3 very especific things:

1- Being sealed into something [Most of times into jars or paintings];

2- Being bitten in the throat by the Samjokgu [shape-shifter demon that has it's true form resembling a giant black wolf/dog with three legs];

3- Bujeok [shamanistic paper talismans magic];

Those are the only ways to defeat a kumiho for sure, nothing else actually works [you can slow them down but not get rid of them].

Now that we already know about it, is time to consider the three items i showed in that poll:

Let’s start with the mugunghwa charm pouch. This one comes from a tale derived from china mythology, dating from the manchu invasion [ Qing invasion of Joseon (1636 – 1637) to be specific]. It was belived that carring an pouch with the scent of the mugunghwa [flower that has the ‘ eternal blossom that never FADES’ symbolism] would ward a person from being banished or selead away. Now you can guess what means Luna having it with her.

Secondly we have the Samjokgu [Or three legged dog]. The Samjokgu posses many misthical powers, but in the end it can’t kill something if it can’t bite it’s throat. And how we humans are protecting our allied canines from wolve bites since like forever now? You guessed it! A wolf collar! A good leatter band and some steel spikes is all it takes for making sure a neck is safe from any amount of fangs trying to chomp at it. Even if the chomp is coming from a wolf thing that can kill any living being with a bite to the throat...

Congratulations, if you did read it until this point, you now know why she would need an spiked choker! And now if you keep reading you’re about to understand the reason of the jade dagger...

Know as mugu dagger, the jade dagger adorned with ten red knots is used in rituals of evil purification and has the power to ward of spells and incantations from it’s bearer. with said dagger a kumiho not only could resist the bujeok’s effect [otherwise lethal] but also destroy the paper talismans...

Of course i will implement all of it in the universe making it fit the new ‘moons of ionia’ lore and all that in the future, but with just this explanation you all could guess what that poll was trully about, right? 

[hebescus]

light yagami headcanons bcs i can't stop thinking about him :

- has not so deep dimples

- is a writer since he was a little kid

- and has won lots of writing competitions ever since

- have some good doodles when he got bored

- shrimp allergy

- considered theatre club, but already booked by the debate club

- was in piano course as a kid, but taught himself guitar at 13, he's better at it.

- doesn't like and not good at singing, but it's not hurting to the ear either. his singing voice is just very average and monotone.

- have a side dream job that is an architect, but he knew he won't pursue that so it's just a little thought

- his least favorite color is yellow because "it's too bright"

- really likes cinnamon

- prefers dogs to cats (got in arguments with sayu a lot for this)

- actually not the biggest fan of apples (it's fine but not his first choice. it's ryuk's)

- lost his games with ryuk, mostly

- you think he'd kill sims? well no, he worked hard on the sim's family/success (he likes building there more though)

- "ryuk, please don't kill that family you have no idea how long i play with them"

- makes a documentary everytime the family goes out in a holiday

- thinks the color brown is comforting

- never stopped doing sayu's homeworks anyway, no matter how many times he complained and told her she won't learn that way

- can't cook for shit

- dust allergy

- his favorite season is spring

- lonely but never admit it even to himself (you see where this goes 👀)

- prefers tea, but boy do needs coffee

[cat-soda]

in indigo

every time near brings someone back to life, his own lifespan is cut in half.

Pairings: one-sided meronia, implied mellodramattic

Word count: 1187

Warnings for: angst, hurt/comfort (mostly hurt lbr), major character death

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[AO3 Link]

Near hadn‘t let himself think about it, at first. There was still Kira to be dealt with, then reports to put on file, and housekeeping duties that needed to be done before they left Japan. But then, the day before their flight back to England arrived, and Near—

their bodies. He still had to do something about their bodies.

And he considered it. Delaying the move, pushing off the visit until he stopped getting dizzy at the thought of seeing either of them... like that.

But.

Corpses rot.

So he went. Identified them, quietly had Rester make arrangements for them to be sent home, and wondered how cruel it was to bury Mello at the place he’d hated so much. (Then again, maybe it hadn’t been the House he’d hated. Perhaps it’d just been Near.)

He almost doesn’t check the small apartment they’d been renting until Lidner asks him to accompany her. “There’re some things that Mello left behind for you, Near,” she says, soft-voiced. “You should probably take a look.”

Which was how he found himself blinking in the middle of their flat, staring at all the wires snaking all over the floor, the mattress shoved against the far-end wall, the Christmas decorations that they hadn’t even started to put away. Matt’s old GameBoy was charging next to a section of wall where it seemed he and Mello had started a playful argument in sticky notes. He steps forward and sends an old bottle of drugstore nail polish skidding across the room. Remnants of life covered in a fine layer of dust.

“Lidner.” His throat feels tight, and he clears it before trying again. “Lidner, please try not to disturb any of these objects. I’d like to preserve things as they were, as closely as possible.”

“Yessir.”

She hands him a folder, then a laptop. “This is it.” A note on the folder’s front says, For that shithead, Near, and Near studies Mello’s looping handwriting closely before hugging the two items close to his chest.

“Let’s go.”

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Mihael Keehl.

Near repeats the name to himself over and over again, rolls it over his tongue, tries to imagine how it’d sound leaving Mello’s lips. My name is Mihael.

A pit’s growing in his stomach. He feels as though he’s already having trouble remembering what Mello sounds like. Of course, this isn’t really the case. Near’s memory is impeccable, and he’s especially always had a particular gift when it comes to remembering the specific undertones to one’s speech patterns and mimicking what it is he hears. He wouldn't forget a voice so easily.

Especially not Mello’s.

And yet,

My name is Mihael.

How would he have said it?

(Church bells are ringing in his ears.)

---

It had rained on the day A died.

Or maybe it was during her funeral.

Near couldn’t quite recall which it was. The days from that time had all seemed to melt together into a gray conglomerate of tears and heartache, and for Near, who had been very small, the church bells rang with enough ferocity to shake him to his very core.

Mello wasn’t very nice back then —had never been ‘very nice,’ really— but he’d stood in front of the doorway and blocked out the light as Matt sat besides Near’s curled up form and spoke in soft and gentle tones, helped him unfurl his fists from his hair, slowly, joint by little joint, then held his trembling hands. None of them had been old enough to attend her funeral, but they all knew grief, in their own ways. They’d all heard Beyond’s howling when he found her.

Probably, it’s when she died that the rain started, incessant and cold. It’s logical. What Near remembers in startling clarity, however, is that when B went away, he took the rain with him.

And the church bells came to a stop.

---

“Yo.”

Near blinks.

In the dark of L’s —now his— bedroom, Near was building himself a barrier out of Legos blocks. Its purpose wasn’t so much to keep anyone out, as it was to keep his predecessor’s things out of sight. Old folders and clothing on hangers alongside some knick-knacks the other children had sent L over the years. Near was surprised he kept them— he could even see some of Linda’s most ambitious paintings from when she was young hanging up on the wall. Above a chocolate fountain.

It wasn’t being used at the moment.

After reading the documents that Mello had left him, Near curled up on the floor beside L’s bed, staring at the empty space beneath. ‘The best dresser that died like a dog’... you were always so dramatic, Mello. He had been wondering, though. About what happened to B. About Naomi Misora. About L.

About Mello.

This was his voice, wasn’t it?

Then, Near’s stomach started churning, so he opened a large tub and started snapping Lego blocks together, and this was how Ryuk found him, several hours later.

“Yo,” he says again, like he was worried that Near hadn’t heard him the first time. “Damn, kid, you look like shit.”

“Thank you, Mr Shinigami,” Near replies, “for your astute observation.” Ryuk cackles as he continues putting blocks together. “Was there something you needed? I’m afraid that I’ve already burned the notebooks in Mr Mikami and Mr Aizawa’s possessions, so I can’t return them to you.”

“Nah, that’s not it.” Ryuk does a handstand and wiggles his feet in the air. “I still have mine, so that’s not a problem. And anyways, even if the King does have anything to say about the incident, Armonia Justin owes me a favor.” Without looking over, Near lifts his eyebrows, which Ryuk seems to take as curiosity, as he immediately follows with, “You know what sex is, don’t ya?”

He suddenly wishes that he does not. “Why are you here?”

“Just wondering.” Ryuk cackles again. He goes silent, watching with glowing red eyes as Near, wearing a puppet on each finger, arranges and rearranges painted Lego figures atop the highest points of his barrier. A blonde one stands directly in front of him, looking outwards and standing guard. That one, he doesn’t touch. “Say, kid,” says the shinigami. “Do you miss them?”

Near’s hands pause. He doesn’t answer.

“I was thinking: you don’t really look like you're cut out for this. I mean, look at you. You’re shaking.” The shinigami creeps closer. “But I can help you bring them back. You could bring them all back. If you want it bad enough, that is.” Near’s gaze shifts up from the floor and over to meet his. “What do ya think?”

A finger comes up to curl around white hair. “‘Once dead, humans can never come back to life.’ Is that not what the rules of the Death Note said?”

“Rules, Nate River,” snickers Ryuk, pulling out a white notebook from underneath his belt, “are meant to be broken.” He holds it out to Near, just under his nose. And there, right on the cover, read the words Life Note. “I think it’s about time you learned to be a rule-breaker.”

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a/n: *wheeze* i almost posted this onto ao3 without any tags.

i just wanna say whoever came up with the idea of a life note first... i'm going to fight you with my bare hands.

hope you guys enjoyed this fic! title is from deep indigo (although hitchcock is definitely more of a near song)

[theholycovenantrpg]

In the beginning was CADE BEKKER, a GIFTED loyal to the cause of the MORTALS. He is said to be THIRTY-THREE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. In this New Testament he serves as a MEMBER of the ROUND TABLE. Blessed be his name.

THE INDELIBLE MARK.

The fire that was lit within Cade during the Blood Plague never quite went out. In fact, it seemed as though it had found a pyre within him, kindling to create the only ever-lasting flame known to mortals. While he was being consumed by the plague, his caretakers thought that he would surely die from his feverish temperatures alone but when he awoke, it seemed that—while he did stabilize—the temperatures did not abate. His skin is always warm to the touch as though there is a living hearth within him, but what was all the more astounding was his ability to manipulate fire. It listens to his will like a loyal dog, ready and willing to bite and snap at his say-so; all he ever need is a spark or a flint to set the whole world aflame if he so desires. No one can truly say whether this gift might be one granted by God or the Devil—all anyone knows is that it is a dangerous weapon to be placed in the hands of an equally dangerous man. And, although he tries not to show it, it can be a rather costly weapon to wield. He can become easily dehydrated and, with every use of his gift, he finds it increasingly difficult to control the flames -- to the point where no one is surprised if he has new scars every week or so. The scars that were left by the Blood Plague are rather unique -- his hands look charred up to the elbows but instead of scarred flesh, it looks as though obsidian has healed where the skin should be.

THE HISTORY.

His story was always meant to be a grand one -- one of those great, exciting tales that parents tell their children at night when the fire is dim and their threadbare blanket can no longer stave off the cold. Though they might fall asleep with empty, aching stomachs, they would, at least, have rousing dreams of the great and godless Cade Bekker. Their parents might not be able to offer hope, but Cade might. The Bekker family was once of great prominence—the heirs that were produced were intelligent, charismatic, innovative and talented, although with each generation it seemed less so. Cursed by God or by the Devil, who is to say which? All that was known was that Cade’s mother was their last, fleeting hope at societal redemption; how could she be anything but when she was so vivacious and engaging, so sweet and kind? But the fool of a woman dared to marry for love rather than obligation. From them, she fled, the threat of death hounding her footsteps as she tried to escape her family’s desperate attempts to dissuade her from ruining them all. But if they couldn’t have her, then neither could the man who had claimed her heart—so they ripped it from his chest. Thankfully, though, they could not rip the young babe from her stomach. He had not yet taken his first breath and already, it was a harrowing beginning for the godless boy. 

His mother was never meant for a long or lasting life—and if she was, then it was stolen away by Cade the moment that he opened his blood-covered eyes. He was passed from hand to hand, first by some kindly nurses, then by some old crones, only to be left to the dirty streets of the Holy Land once he reached the age of twelve. Perhaps it was because he had a penchant for pinching sparkling jewels and loose coins from the pockets of the lords and ladies of the land, or perhaps it was because he knew he would never truly thrive in the monotony of a stable household. Although he’d never admit it, the truth of the matter was that households full of warmth only left him feeling colder; the farce of a family only ever made him feel the blunt edge of melancholy and loneliness. On the streets a boy his age could find adventure, unpredictability, and—above all—absolute freedom. And it was with the promise of this that he managed to entrap others into his gambit, light-fingered little devils that felt that same coldness, that same blunt edged loneliness that he did. Wide-eyed children with the twist of hunger in their belly and the same stubborn, undying blaze in their eyes that promised to give the world a reckoning. With them he founded his own family, one that was earned and rewarded in unconditional loyalty and love. It was, perhaps, the first true taste of love that he had ever known in his life.

So, of course, it had to be taken away. The Blood Plague swept over his merry crew of criminals like a wildfire through the countryside, leaving nothing but wreckage, ruin, and despairing tears. He was the only one that survived it and—though he won’t admit it—it was a curse more than anything. Life hardly seems worth living when all that you care for is gone, when you are forced to watch them wither away in a bloody mess of tears. There was a burning that overtook him when the plague descended upon him; the fever washed over him, burning away the pieces of his soul that one might have deemed soft or precious. As he recovered he realized that this burning would never leave, it would always remain within him like a festering, aching wound. Living on the streets, building his little empire, had taught him many things—but shouldering the pain and weight of such despair is something that few are ever taught and even fewer know how to carry on with. So, with his newfound gift, he carried what remained of his shoddy kingdom, determined to remake himself in the hopes that it might ease the pain of his loss. Cade knew it was in vain, but still he hoped that, should he become a new man, the ghosts of his past might forget his face and name. 

He became a reputable fighter, a figure of the people that fought only for the people—not the demons nor the angels who might think to stake their claim as citizens of the Holy Land. His tale was one that was whispered about, a walking, talking legend of a man who paid no mind to any God, Devil, or monarch that might think to stand in his way. They painted him a figure of hope when, in truth, he stumbled along like a child clinging to a wall in the dark, grasping and groping in the desperate belief that there will soon be light to guide him. Cade had knocked the angel down because he loathed the contempt that they had shown the poor, weakened beggar. He had held the knife to the demon’s throat because they had dared to drunkenly strike a mortal in his presence. For fleeting moments of wrathful justice they lauded him and declared him a representative to sit at the Round Table. They had all but given him a crown to wear—and now they called for him to sit on the Mortal throne, hoping to hail as the next great Star. Godless, they called him in the hopes that he might be their new deity, to guide them and take them under his mantle. How can they dare ask him to be their guiding light when he can’t even find his own?

THE CONNECTIONS.

RYUK: Tool. Cade is quite aware of the power that they hold—not only as a Horseman but as an individual entity. But there is something distinctly lacking; they may be an infamous individual, a mark of the Old World that has extended into the present one, but they were created for their legend. Cade, on the other hand, rightfully earned the many titles and monikers that he has been given and it was not because God had some predestined notion for him, it was because Cade himself had made it so. And though he feels as though they treat him with an undeserved amount of contempt, he tries to pay it no mind because they are, and will prove to be, quite useful to him. Though he cannot be quite sure of it, he knows that there are those who would profit more from his loss than his ascension and what better protection can he have than that of Death itself? 

JUDAS: Headache. He never quite understood what was meant by “the grinding and gnashing of teeth” in the aged references to hell until he met Judas. The demon seems to take copious amounts of pleasure in being present when Cade has been at his most unhinged; the exact events being the ones that earned him the ire of the demons and angels and the laudations of the mortals. Judas seems keen on placing himself in Cade’s good graces, but Cade has no interest in the simperings of a creature whose name is synonymous with betrayal. But he has never been a wasteful man and recognizes the usefulness of even the most obvious of sycophants—so Cade has taken to keeping him on a rather tight leash. 

JASPER RICHE: Best Friend. It is not unexpected to find comradery among those who sit at the Round Table -- they all have to earn their seat there, after all. But there are few who are able to get Cade to live a little—and Jasper has a particular gift for getting Cade to live a little too much. The two are as thick as thieves and many have noted that they are far more brotherly than Jasper and Luca who are literal brothers. Although Cade pays no mind to rumors, he can’t help but feel the slightest bit concerned about this because he himself has never understood the idea of a blood-bonded family, but doesn’t want to take it away from Jasper when it seems like something so rare to come by. There are times when he has seen Jasper glower at his younger sibling and he can’t help but feel the unease knot within his stomach when, in a flash, it dissipates. The worst part is, Cade can’t seem to find it in himself to be too bothered by this. After all, to him there is no loss; he only has a true brother to gain. 

EPHEMERA: Farce. He doesn’t quite know what it is about her but there is something that does not quite strike true to him. Ephemera carries herself like she is the epitome of righteousness and virtue, but he knows that no God has ever made anything truly good, which leads him to the conclusion that whatever goodness there is in Ephemera only extends so far—at her core she is rotten, just as they all are. All the angels hail her as a truly reputable and noble person; what a glorious thing it would be to dash all their hopes right before their eyes. To do so would force the angels to confront the reality that he has always known to be true: they are no better or any worse than the rest of the mortals and demons. All they need is for the best among them to be toppled from their lofty pedestals—and he is always looking for a new project to engage in. Why not this one?

Cade is portrayed by Martin Sensmeier and was written by ROSEY. He is currently OPEN.