#but i am also melancholic

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[nemotakeit]

i think that if we dig all the way down to the roots of tøp's musical theme, it all comes down to that constant internal conflict between desperately wanting to be seen and desperately wanting to stay hidden. we can see how they've been making gradual progress in "managing the tension" but it's still there on Clancy. dare i say it's the central theme of the lore as well.. the reason the character & the era Clancy feels so rebellious is because he's actively fighting to Be Seen. the oscillation continues, but a subversive variable has emerged.

[totheidiot]

thy evil spirit

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

fandom: death note

word count: 1,410 words .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thy evil spirit, Kira."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[whalechief]

god why am i crying again aaah

like i dont feel like i lost a pet, i feel like i lost a soul mate. could it be bc i dont have a person or a human child? maybe, but lucy left the biggest gap in my entire life and being

[messrsrarchives]

i forgot that uni is actually quite lonely if you don't have plans and have minimal friends. what if i wanted to go to this event tonight? i shant. because my friends arent. they are all busy with other bubbles and i am not a bubble clasher. i am just a scared lil guy getting ready for bed at 6pm.

[citrlet]

i'm sorry i'm being annoying about my trip but look at the view from my room in d.c.

[pawbeanies]

back in the day if a man as pathetic as me felt even a fraction of the deep yearning for human connection and affection i feel he would write so many poems and be considered an icon centuries down the line. but now in this present moment i am relegated to making funny posts about being a dog

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

who else up trying to figure out the purpose of it all and coming up empty

[crimsonstrayer]

crimsonstrayer you have to stop.. your klc too tender.. your art too melancholic .. you tug at my heartstrings so easily... we don't deserve you...

in all seriousness I just wanted to let you know that after all these years I am still in love with your work. you've truly captured their essence and drawn them in such a way that makes me feel like I was stabbed to death by this very weapon. it's truly moving. and I hope that when you read this message that you're doing wonderful and thriving and I will only wish the best for you always.

your art is so integral to my development as a person and as an artist I fear. that sense of tenderness and melancholy is something that I see in your klc art so frequently and it brings me immense comfort . you're so swag

spent a whole month avoiding answering this bc wow. thank you so much for seeing and connecting with my art...... all i could ever truly want for it

i recognize so keenly that emotion of finding an artist that makes you go❗️you get it❗️. i have my own fanartists i feel that way about, and being on the other side of it is wild. but it also means my work is doing what i want it to, i think

thank you again for taking the time to send me this message. ever glad to be part of this ecosystem of expression and storytelling within fandom. and don't fear! embrace inspiration and influence wholeheartedly when you find it and filter it straight through your own bones. isn't that what fandom is

[timeflow]

this is definitely 2am brain talking but I think it means a lot that despite not being in a relationship for years at this point the top suggestion in my phone's autosuggestion after I type goodnight is love

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A new challenger approaches (slowly)

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[irrec]

3 weeks in South Korea

[thedimlaltain]

We find solace in knowing we are not causing pain to our loved ones...

But we are not alone, we need not be alone...

There is beauty in sharing our pain...

And perhaps peace, in being able to sit through it with someone...

[drop--pop--candy]

took a two and a half hour nap about it. my schoolwork that closes today may or may not be doomed

[dazzelmethat]

I've been wanting to give my vampires a 'true form' or berserk form for a while now. I tried a few ideas last night. There are parts I like about each of them but I haven't fallen in love with any of them. Suggestions would be appreciated

I wanted has the feeling of being emotionally defensive in a way that looks painful. Something top heavy and unbalanced and sharp and a little fragile. Something only going through the world with an open mouth and tense searching fingers.

[malachitezmeyka]

What's that one quote that goes like "I had a dream of my mother with the love of her life and no children. It was the happiest I've ever seen her", because... yeah