#dn rem

[my-trash-dumpster]

I bit the apple 'cuz I loved you and why would you lie?

And then I realized you're just as naive as I am

[bubblenebulaart]

misa misa ~

[beansbabygirl]

heard this audio and decided it was perfect.

[dollsciple]

still so proud of her for being my 1st custom 📓🍎🫀

[dearestones]

Horrifying Meet Cute (Yandere! Rem x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, etc. 

Anonymous Request: Now that promps are open, can I now request Yandere Rem with a gn!Human darling? Could I have the "Why should I trust you" Prompt for Yandere Rem?

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Sometimes, life led you down a path that you weren’t keen on treading, but had to anyway. One day, you were a normal person with a boring office job and with limited prospects for the future. The next day, you were confronted with the reality that there were beings and worlds that were well outside the scope of your very understanding. 

When you were about to put away your shoes from a day at work, you saw a scrap of paper on the floor. Unobtrusive and trivial, you didn’t think much of it when you bent down, shoes still held in one hand, and your fingers brushed against a corner of the paper. As you stood up from your bent posture, you flipped the paper over, expecting to see maybe a hastily scrawled address or phone number, but found that there was nothing, only creases. Shrugging, you relaxed your posture, but as you did so, you were face to face with the most grotesque creature you had ever seen in your life. 

Uselessly, you could only back up against your apartment door, the shoes tumbling from your hand and onto the floor. Instinct had you opening your mouth to scream, but social convention had you at gunpoint. Downstairs, you had elderly neighbors and most of the time, it was thoughtless to even think about earning their ire for making more noise than what was necessary. Instead, what came out of your mouth was a hushed gasp that was caught between a shriek and a whimper. 

The creature, with its strange skeletal structure, oddly dyed hair, and piercing one-eyed gaze, skulked forward. Even though it was taller than you by at least a foot and its hulking mass took up most of the width in the hallway, its steps were silent and almost graceful. Oddly enough, you were reminded of a ballerina–that was just how elegant the creature was. 

All of your analysis stuttered to a halt when the creature spoke. 

“It’s about time we talked.”

About time? What did that mean?

You balked, cognizantly aware that all you had to do was reach behind you, grasp your doorknob, and then twist. It didn’t matter if you were hallucinating or if there was truly a specter of horrific features–you had to leave. The longer you stood at the precipice of your apartment, fleeting freedom only moments away from being available to you, the more you knew that your chance of getting away was becoming less and less viable by the moment. However, when you finally got the chance to right your head upon your shoulders, the creature appeared in front of you, almost as if teleported in front of you.

You swallowed. 

Hallucination or not, this felt too real. 

“Forgive me for disturbing you,” the creature apologizes. It bows its head, almost in shame, but you can tell it hopes that you will forgive it. There’s something earnest in its posture, but at the same, you can only remember the slit in its sickly yellow eye. A predator, you can’t help but think. A creature that could easily eat you alive if you let it. “But I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to introduce myself now.”

It’s at this point that you speak. Your words are shaky, a stammer that was reminiscent of young children giving their first presentations in school. Still, you press on, and hope that whatever this encounter was, it would end soon. 

“Go on then,” you mumble, moreso out of self-preservation than out of true curiosity or politeness. “What’s your name?”

Something told you that this creature already knew yours.

“Rem.” It paused, as if preparing for the grand reveal of information that would change your life. And it would. “I am a shinigami and I have fallen in love with you.”

If the first admonition stopped your heart in surprise, the second one restarted it and then caused it to beat even faster. You’ve heard of shinigami before, of course, but you thought that they were only objects of superstition! There was no way that this strange being could take away your life with a simple thought! As that thought settled deep into your mind, you tried to read into the second thing the creature had told you.

It–no, Rem–loved you.

Shinigami don’t love people.

They couldn’t. They only took away people’s lives. 

The shock and disgust must have shown on your face because the shinigami bowed its head low, but its one lone eye continued to stare hungrily at you. Predator, you couldn’t help but think again. An apex predator who was cornering helpless prey. 

Rem took something from behind them. At first, you thought that maybe it would be something gruesome, like a severed head or a beating heart, but you felt yourself calming down slightly when you saw that it was a pitch black notebook. Atop the cover, there was something written there in English. It took a second for you to decipher the foreign language, but years of classes were enough to let you know that this notebook was called “Death Note”. 

“A gift. For our first meeting.”

Rem held out their hand, the bony carapace that reminded you of a human skeleton clicking with every moment, notebook still in hand. The shinigami waited and despite yourself, you hesitantly reached out and took it. The notebook felt… normal. It shouldn’t have disturbed you as much as it should–you’ve used notebooks for your entire life–but when you compounded the normalcy of something a student would use with the presence of a god… It blew your mind. 

“Why?” Your voice was tight, a quiet whisper that most humans could not hear. 

But Rem wasn’t human, now were they?

“Because I want you to trust me.”

Swallowing thickly, you couldn’t help but ask, “Why should I trust you?”

The shinigami didn’t smile, but you could tell that there was the seeds of glee and ecstasy in their gaze. “Because you can use the Death Note to kill me… if you so wish it.”

The notebook felt even heavier in your hand. 

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST

[give-a-rating]

[sublimerences]

Yuri…. Save me yuri…

[smallsinger5901]

Fuck it, I made more

[cornymember]

lawlight and remisa my beloved

[angelinvasion1]

remisa for da heart

[nobody-likes-my-fav-characters]

i just remembered that before i watched death note for the first time, i was under the impression that l and light were the same character. i thought light turned into l when he used the death note and was then called dark yagami.

[huyandere]

i had a vision

[niightniines]

Im begging for more Misa Frankenstein 😭 ANY CRUMBS

if this gets over 100 notes I'll draw them scissoring

[boobook3ys]

More death note memes!!!! Save me, I'm at the dentist and I hate it

[vampvelvet]

i went scrounging though this wiki for more official death note art that my heart desired. particularly obsessed with the misa art, the catholic L imagery, and lights undone pants.... im just surprised i havent seen most of this art before

[notamure]

squad