#deathnotetober 2021

[captainhysunstuff]

@deathnotetober 2021:  Target

Misa’s devilish charm comes with devilish aim.  Two boys with one beam~.

[queen--of--maggots]

@deathnotetober Day 27: Betrayal

[slutforsatoru]

@deathnotetober

day 1 - hair

[burningarchitecture]

@deathnotetober day 3: Family

The drawing is based off this scene from This is how I disappear:

[my-one-true-l]

For @deathnotetober

Day 1: Hair-Please accept an oil painting of L with a flower crown.

[alx-noteblue]

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Day 4: Intercom Phone call (?

My personal headcanons:

L's hands have veins and some scars.

Thanks to @my-one-true-l for giving me the idea of ​​what Lawliet's calligraphy would be like. x

[hereliesross]

@deathnotetober prompt day 3 : family

"blood is thicker than water"

What if Yagami Siblings were partners in crime;

[goldenquiveruwu]

@deathnotetober Day 13: Los Angeles! Okay so there isn’t really any logic behind this piece but I just wanted to have a Deathnote “good ending” where they all take a trip to LA and also drive a sweet convertible? Idk but I really like the vibes so…. 😅

[d3adendssinmymind]

my little dark age

For @deathnotetober

Day 7: Defeat

Light finally knows what defeat tastes like, and surprisingly, it’s a lot like blood. 

Sorta lawlight if you squint...?

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He knows now how he must have felt when he fell to the floor.

He was nothing, everything, destroyed and made complete; evermore.

Light had done everything for nothing at all.

What can become of him now?

He’s a corpse, just like many others.

He robbed the cradle of his innocence; his soul is a black hole.

Light tastes blood on his tongue.

L must have tasted sickly-sweet, sugary poison on his, the taste is bitter and corroding and what really killed him in the end.

There’s a dead end, in his mind and in the road.

His name is written on the page, Ryuk burns it up and his fate is sealed in flames.

The image of the dead rots him from the inside out, those soulless zombies blacken the blurry corners of his rapidly fading vision.

They’re coming to haunt him, to take what’s left of him.  

He sees ghosts from the past.

They curse him, but not L.

He takes him into his arms and offers what Light never could.

Forgiveness.  

No one feels what he’s feeling.

He feels the magnitude of a supernova.

It explodes inside of his chest, crushing his heart to ash and turning his bones weak.  

He swears to God that nothing is real, God kisses his cheek.

And then he’s plunged into darkness, thrown away and forsaken.

The truth is so painful.

His friends run away, and disintegrate into the dead before his own two eyes.

Corpses litter the battlefield.

What was it all for?

Ah, yes, justice.

The word sounds strange.  

He cries out pleas for help.

They sound stranger, like he’s screaming from underneath water, or vicious black tar.

No one hears him but death, who laughs and smiles as he goes quietly into oblivion.

He should have never written those names, but at least his will go down in history.

Is it really defeat? Or a victory that cost him his life and soul.

He’ll think the latter for his own peace of mind, all while the rest of his faux façade cracks into pieces.  

[hey-dont-touch-that]

Kiss of Light

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Day 27: Betrayal

Light walks into the mostly dark hospital room, watching his feet as he makes his way to the bed in the middle of the room. He stands by the bed and looks at L, asleep in bed, his paler-than normal face sticking out from under a pile of blankets. The light bar above the bed provides the only light for the room.

He walks over to the counter by the open curtains he reads one card from Matsuda, Aizawa, and Moji. A small bouquet from someone named Roger, one from his dad and finally a medium bouquet of black roses from Misa.

“Bitch.”

Groaning is heard behind him and he turns around to see L’s head moving. He walks over to the side of the bed and sits down. L slowly blinks awake and rubs his eye until the figure before him is recognizable.

“Don’t worry I’m not here to kill you.”

“Why am I still alive?” He croaks out, causing the other man to smile.

“Because I allowed it, if you died then everyone might believe that I’m Kira and I can’t have that right now. You provide enough problems for me.”

“Still mad about all those nights I kept you up?”

He scoffs at the statement, “I don't hold any more grudges about that.”

“Why am?” is all he gets out before violent coughs take over his body. After they pass he rests his bed on the pillow, breathing heavily.

“You remember in our western religion class when we learned about Jesus? Did you know he had a best friend named Judas? Him and Jesus were inseparable, some say they loved each other. Of course Jesus was focused on other things while Judas thought he was getting careless, and had too many disciples. In the end Judas was the one to sell Jesus out. He did it for money, of course he didn’t want to but his choices were limited.”

“Are you saying I did this to myself?�� He motions to his body in the bed.

Light walks over to the open curtain staring at the rainy sky.

“It’s raining just like that day. On the rooftop you knew, didn’t you?”

L looks at the flowers then to the back of Light’s head. Light turns around and their eyes meet. The answer rests in L’s eyes.

Light moves back to the bed placing one hand on the railing and the other near L’s head.

“Are you comparing yourself to Jesus?”

Light sighs, annoyed, “You’re avoiding the question.”

“And you’re avoiding mine.”

His wicked smile returns and an evil glare appears, “The difference between Jesus and God is that God needs no friends.”

L's breath shakes, “I wanted- I wanted to be wrong about you.”

“Why? Tired of always getting everything right?”

No answer, L closes his eyes.

“Why then, is it because I’m your friend?”

L swallows and opens his watery eyes letting a tear slip out, “It’s because I love you.”

Light’s smugness disappears upon hearing L’s confession. Trying to regain his composure he thinks about his next plan of action.

“Oh L.”

Light takes L’s right hand and gently guides it to L’s heart. Light takes his other hand and tips up L’s chin.

Light brushes hair out of the way so L’s pale forehead is visible. He brings his lips down and kisses his forehead, L closes his eyes and uses all his strength to wrap his fingers around Light’s other hand. Light wraps his fingers around cold clammy fingers meanwhile Light’s thumb wipes away tears.

Light pulls away still holding his hand and drags his fingers across the investigator’s cheek, L senes the killer’s hand and kisses his palm.

He pulls away and places his hand on the knob controlling the medicine. He turns it up and poor L who is still oh so sick and tired gives in. His head droops farther down and the weak grip of Light’s hand loosens. Light takes his hand and sets it back on the bed. With every blink L feels his eyelids become lead.

“Sleep L, it’s okay.”

As if he was waiting for permission, L blinks again, closing his eyes to a deep drug induced sleep.

Light stands up and takes one last look at his ‘friend’.

He walks out, shutting the door behind him. Resting his against the wall, he takes a deep breath in and out and feels something wet on his cheek; he too wipes away a single tear.

He rubs it in-between his hand, getting rid of any evidence of his weakness and walks away.

[monaluisa]

The Idol’s Agony

Day 2 of Deathnotetober

Prompt: Murder

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“Murder!” cried the pallid idol,

Ceasing with his brief denial.

Strokes of kanji, sounds of names,

Two deaths for which he bore the blame.

At the start of all, you see,

The idol was Light Yagami,

No god, no savior—mortal man,

With ink-stained, trembling, bloody hands.

Standing in the alleyway,

He shook and heaved in his dismay,

When from his Shinigami heart

A thought arose and left its mark.

“Rotten! Rotten! All the earth!

The names you wrote, they had no worth.

You must go on; you must pull through,

For you will write the world anew!”

The idol suffered agony;

He laid in bed, he ceased to eat.

He pondered, wondered, did not talk;

His mind a mess, his face like chalk.

Could he do it? Could he stand

The stench of blood upon his hands?

Two he’d killed, just two, no more,

And it was something he abhored. 

But still, he heard from deep within,

“The world is rotten! Full of sin!”

If no one else would pay the price,

His peace of mind he’d sacrifice.

Just the idol, only him,

Could tear the Old World limb by limb.

And from its bleeding, rotten soul,

Utopia, divine and whole.

“Murder?” asked the scornful idol,

Rows of names within his bible.

“Murder? Not what I have done.

They’ll understand that once I’ve won.”

[captainhysunstuff]

@deathnotetober 2021:  Mistake

Light is VERY thankful for that cell phone ringing.  He could’ve embarrassed himself~.

L was absolutely extending an invitation there~.  “This may be the last time we’re alone like this.  So, if there’s anything you’d like to say or do, it’s now or never.”  Oh, L don’t make him CHOOSE.  XD

[queen--of--maggots]

@deathnotetober Day 16: Delete

And then he was deleted.

[burningarchitecture]

"Call me when you want, call me when you need" etc etc.

@deathnotetober Day 4: Phone call

Based of Misa's keychain of herself.

[my-one-true-l]

For @deathnotetober, Day 26: Crossover.

Death Note X Evangelion (aka When my two favorite anime merge).

[fever-peach]

29. Execution