#implied lawlight

[captainhysunstuff]

@deathnotetober Day 31: Trick or Treat

Halloween at the Lawlight house doesn't go quite as smoothly this year. They might get "tricked."

Light: If they T.P. our house this year, you're cleaning it up! >:(

L: *no regrets* .__. *would like to see Light try and make him*

[lumiolivier]

Light's Biggest Mistake

Day 17 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Spectrophilia

Word Count: 435

Light might not be losing it after all...

For a couple months after L’s death, Light could’ve sworn he was going crazy.  It wasn’t the same without seeing L next to him at his desk, sitting on his feet.  It was just…Strange.  Empty.  Sure, Light got what he wanted…Or more accurately, Kira got what he wanted.  Number one enemy was out of the way, but there was still a sadness in Light’s heart.  He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but there was certainly something.  Something missing.  He couldn’t have possibly missed L, could he?  No.  Of course not.  L was getting in the way of what he wanted.  L was his only real obstacle.  And now…It was gone.  He was gone.

Light had gone to bed, his eyes fixated on the ceiling.  He couldn’t sleep.  He wasn’t sure why.  Sleep rarely ever eluded him before.  But he couldn’t sleep.  And he couldn’t help but have L on the brain.  It infuriated him to constantly be thinking about L.  He didn’t think about Near the same way.  Just L.  Near could never be L.  Not his L anyway.  In Light’s eyes, he would always be a watered down version of the greatest opponent Kira could’ve ever asked for. 

Why am I letting this get to me?  It was just L.  He’s gone.  He’s not coming back.  And that’s a good thing.  That’s a GREAT thing!  It’s not like Near’s going to be able to catch me.  But why can’t I stop thinking about him?  It’s not like he had that big of an impact on my life.  He was just the dick in my way.  And now that he’s not there anymore, I can move forward with the plan.  To become the God of this new world.  That I’m making with my own two hands. 

And yet, Light felt a strange chill run through his body.  A chill that felt so strange, but so…familiar.  A welcomed chill.  All through his neck…Down his chest…Down to his stomach…And right down to the apex of his legs.  On the very tip of his dick…More…And more…And more…Until it was almost too intense for him to deal with.  He didn’t know what was happening, but he gripped the sheets as tight as he could.  He wanted it to stop.  No…More.  He wanted more.  He wanted all of it!  He wanted more and more and more!  Until he couldn’t see straight anymore.  Until he came all over himself.  And he didn’t even have to have a hand on his cock.  That chill started to fade.  And Light felt an odd tug in his chest.

…Come back, L.

[asherdawg]

#MatchingCouplesProfile #ForHimAndForHim #TheGroomerAndTheGooner #Murder #InLove #CigaretteTypeFagAndSlurTypeFag

[valfeathers]

murder your memory

[gh0stbeeee]

Separate Bight post ;P

Bill manages to get one up on Light and now he has partial possession of Light's body if he wants. He saw Misa use mascara once and the first thing Bight did was put it on. Of course, Light fought him most of the way. Bill doesn't like possessing Light when he isn't willing because Light is stubborn and will make the experience utterly miserable.

But when they can agree? A Diva.

Bight is the drama, some androgynous flair, and absolutely psychotic. Will kill you for a chip.

Everyone around Light is very concerned.

For more of the AU:

I imagine L gets himself involved when strange anomalies and what looks like gruesome occult rituals begin popping up in Japan.

Bill needs to begin getting his power back to escape the Theraprism after all. Once he gets enough strength to break out, he huddles down in Light’s mindscape.

The Axolotl let's the Pines know and— yeah Ford gets started on a new portal (Death Note is in a different dimension.) The four of them are ready to squish him out for good.

Bill has to teach Light the most insane math and science ever and each session leads to them trying to strangle eachother in the mindscape.

Light is still not a murderer yet, so his descent into madness happens slower as he's exposed to more and more Bill and power.

There's a whole scene where Light tries to justify himself as a good person and Bill just laughs at him and tells him he should see some adjacent timeliness because oh boy!

Light becomes like a warlock? Bill teaches him some basic magic and rituals and you can imagine Light is thrilled. Bill gets a little nervous at how earnestly Light soaks it up.

They balance eachother weirdly well as villains? Bill is chaotic evil and Light is more lawful/neutral evil. Bill helps Light be less suffocated under his and societies expectations and rules, is the evil voice on his shoulder like "aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna go batshit?" And Light is able to poke holes in Bill's shitty mental health, which both helps and makes him worse. Because he doesn't want the world totally destroyed, after all. He'll play undercover therapist if he has to.

They enjoy talking. Light reminds Bill of Ford in the way he is insatiable for knowledge, and he missed talking with someone that can ask good questions. Light has never been able to be so confused and blindsided by a being, so he really enjoys the novelty and stimulation.

Getting a place to actually begin building a portal is insanely hard, but Bill knows some old bunkers in the mountains.

They are so bitchy, toxic, and argumentative, but they love the catharsis of not having to hide their true selves.

Bill may or may not get jealous when L starts poking his nose in for Light's attention. Similarly, Light feels challenged by Ford for the title of The Specialist Human lol

Uh that's it for now.

[aromanticmatsuda]

orpheus/eurydice

[chocodajib]

i dreamt of anemones

what was your expression?

lawlight week 2024 day 3: nightmares

inspo and thoughts under cut!

hello can you tell i've been rewatching madoka lolll

inspo!

i've been really into @ tothepointofinsanity 's art recently! it might be a bit to obvious hahah

with regard to the 'melting' effect, i was inspired by haruno's deep coma album art!

@ 19701125s on twitter! i didn't really end up doing too much similar to them, but i just really love the way they draw eyeballs or eyeball-like things

@ Veron_1411 on twitter as well! i wanted to take a lot more inspiration from their colours originally but uh. it was hard. so we will go back to blue and red

as aforementioned: madoka music has very much fueled this whole thing

i'm not totally happy with it since the whole composition is really unbalanced :/ but it was fun to just doodle a bit!

breakdown of the motifs and whatnot (i haven't done literature in so long....):

it's meant to be from light's pov! perhaps he is having a nightmare :)

many (L) eyeballs, mainly of when he's dying

the left side's wiggly 'column' of eyes going from open -> shut is L doing the dying thing; similarly, there's L's spoon that i liquified to death

tried to eyeball-fy the flowers and leaves too!

anemone

originally i was planning to have a heavier flower motif but then it was hard so. we just a little bit. as a treat. the floriography of anemone is usually pretty bittersweet (from wikipedia: Forsaken, sickness, brevity, withered hopes; anticipation), most of the time i just think of that one love live song tho

the colouring of the background, giant eyeball is loosely based on a red anemone flower (red white black). originally it was gonna be a moon cus like. light yagami's name. i didn't know how to make it look good tho

the flowers are in the corners of the boarders too

melting, rain ft. hands

uhh water goes dribble -> being washed away

L's pose is obviously a reference to The Rain Scene, but i struggled to do his cupping ear arm, since it kept unbalancing it even more. now it's just a hand lazily mozaic-ed. red since a) needed contrast, b) blood colour go drip drip, and c) wanted to like a. hands of gods thing. do you see the vision. (you can't because itis mosaic-ed)

(lazily drawn) chains are in there trust

wrote ryzaki, hideki ryuuga, l lawiet on the sides! mainly for aesthetic balance

light has really. violent ? english handwriting. i tried to imitate it

if you have read all of this tysm for joining me in my brain!!!!!!

p.s. not sure if i should tag a tw? and if so what tw? please lmk if i do need to!

[poppyies]

Some Light drawings <3

[kattidiot]

hello tumblr death note community

[c4sen]

L, did you know? shinigamis love apples.

[captainhysunstuff]

Light breaks the news to Misa that he's leaving forever. Eh, Rem's cautiously happy.

Previous

Influences below.

Script/behavior references inspired by/stolen from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends:

Light's stream of shut ups are from "Dinner is Swerved." I can't find a direct link to that specific clip. It's when Mac and Bloo steal Duchess's bedsheets and mattress so they can safely escape out a window, and Bloo just quickly repeats shut up to her over and over to prevent any argument. I have Light use that same strategy to keep Misa from objecting.

Misa's disbelief is inspired by Bloo's at the end of this clip from "Everyone Knows it’s Bendy": link

[catboymettaton]

lawlight is canon to me if they had sex on screen it would not be any gayer than what actually happened

[24-7fandombrain]

Near: Take the L, Light Yagami.

Light: ...Okay.

Near:

Near: WAIT-

[lightyaoigami]

hot box • not rated

read here or on ao3 • part of down bad

International students gather for a slapdash Thanksgiving in the US. Two special boys spend most of it in the bathroom.

“Welcome to the International Student Union annual Thanksgiving dinner,” said a chipper American student. She wore a burnt orange intarsia sweater with an ear of rainbow corn stitched into the chest; it seemed like something you would put on a doll, not a living adult woman. Light couldn’t remember her name, but he’d met her before – he knew she was named after an item, but he couldn’t remember which one. He decided, internally, to name her Corn.

“Every year, we welcome international students to Chatham Hall to observe the Thanksgiving holiday,” Corn continued. “It's an American tradition, and it is my honor to host you all for this year's theme: togetherness.” She gestured to a folding table with a jigsaw-puzzle arrangement of foil trays and enough Sternos to burn down the entire building.

“Togetherness,” L scoffed quietly, “nobody's ever done that before.” He was halfway through folding his leaf-printed paper napkin into a boat.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Light said quietly, the volume of his voice inversely proportional to his horror.

“Roger that, my liege,” L replied, dropping the boat onto Light’s plate. Corn was halfway through directing traffic to the serving table when L pushed his chair back and stood up abruptly. Light scowled. There was absolutely no reason for L to be so disruptive, but being contrarian for the sake thereof seemed to be one of his most cherished pastimes.

“Excuse me,” L half-shouted. “May I be excused?”

“Oh – of course. Sure.” Corn’s eyebrows knitted together as if someone wanting to leave her Costco-catered holiday might actually bring her to tears. “Please, take the time you need.” She waved her hand vaguely towards a long hallway, at the end of which lay a real, private bathroom – not the communal kind, covered in pink slime mold and errant pieces of floss.

L scurried down the hall. His gait was reminiscent of some kind of large rodent; a pine marten, perhaps, or a capybara. He seemed to skitter rather than walk.

L was absent from the communal table for ten minutes. Nobody expressed any material concern about him, but something niggled at Light that he could not name. What if L was crying, or making himself sick, or trying to climb out the window? Anything was possible, even something dreadful, and that made his hands itch.

He looked around to ensure the others were in conversation; they were supposed to attend the event to practice English, but it was abundantly clear that everyone had arrived with the sole intention of eating a mountain of free food and gulping down as much screw top wine as humanly possible. It was a bit insulting, really, seeing as they were sitting through full lectures in English. Light pushed his chair back gently, looked at Corn with an apologetic frown, and walked briskly down the hall to find a beam of light shining from under the bathroom door.

Light knocked gently with one finger. There was an odd smell in the air; not pungent enough to be a cigarette, but strong enough to rule out a plug-in air freshener, too.

L cracked the door open a centimeter. He was holding a skinny metal vape to his lips; Light didn’t want to stare, but it appeared to say something ridiculous like Sticky Icky Oozeberry across the top.

“Are you kidding?” Light hissed. “This is a university building. You're going to be expelled.”

“Fuck off, Yagami,” L said, his lazy voice seeping under the crack in the door. “I pay to attend this school, don't I? Fifty-four grand per year, to be exact. And that's before room and board! The least they could do is let me get a little high during these stupid rah-rah community events.” He opened the door and waved Light inside. His tarsier eyes were mildly bloodshot; he reached into his pocket for a bottle of Rohto Cooling Ice drops, which he squirted in and around his eyeballs with reckless abandon.

“Do I look alright?” He continued. Light stared at him. His face was so wet that it looked like he'd splashed it in the sink.

“No,” Light replied, bewildered. “You look insane. Like you've been crying in here.”

“Fine by me. I'll tell them I'm homesick.”

“Right.” Light rolled his eyes. “I'm sure everyone will buy that.”

***

Back at the table, L served himself three – or possibly four – glasses of cabernet sauvignon from a screw-top bottle.

“It's – it's free, right?” Light asked Corn.

“Of course,” she replied with a placid smile. “Nothing but the best for our guests from overseas.”

She gestured to his empty glass with the butt of a Moscato bottle. “May I?”

“If you insist,” Light replied weakly.

“He doesn't want that one,” L said as he shot his hand out to cover Light's glass. His voice was disproportionately authoritative, and his fingers were pressing down hard enough on Light's cup that it looked like the plastic stem might give way. Under the table, Light knocked his knee into L’s, but it didn't seem to register.

“It's fine,” Light mumbled, though the damage was surely done.

“It's not,” L said blithely. “Please do not serve my esteemed classmate dessert wine with his dinner course. Besides, he doesn't like sweet things.”

He turned to Light and leaned into his ear. “You're welcome,” he whispered.

Corn turned on the heel of her running shoes and slinked, defeated, to the buffet table to oblige L’s demand.

“What is wrong with you?” Light dropped his head into his hands. “You don't even know what I like. I don't even know what I like! You are my classmate, not my husband. Jesus.” He ran a hand through his hair and began to pick at his green beans.

L’s expression was inscrutable. “I just – well, you never eat sweets in class. So. I extrapolated,” he said, rhythmically ripping the edge of a napkin.

He wasn't wrong; Light never ate sweets, in class or anywhere else. He tried to refrain from eating in class at all; when he did, it was usually a Ziploc bag full of blueberries or baby carrots.

Light pinched the bridge of his nose; Corn had returned and was serving him a massive pour of pinot grigio.

“Thank you!” L called after her as she walked away, defeated. “Cheers,” he said, turning to Light and gently touching the rims of their plastic cups together, careful not to slosh anything on the cornucopia-printed tablecloth.

***

45 minutes later, he leaned over the bathroom counter, splashing cold water onto his cheeks. The meal, it turned out, was the same as what they served in Chatham Hall; the free, flowing alcohol was the only thing that differentiated this dinner from an ordinary Thursday night on campus.

L stood next to him, having barged his way into the same bathroom to re-up his Rohto Ice Drops, and was now putting him awkwardly on the shoulder as he pressed his fingers onto his eyelids.

“L,” Light said gravely. “I’m going to die.”

“No you aren’t,” L sighed. “You’re just trapped in this tiny bathroom with me, your favorite classmate – no, favorite person at this school.” He slapped Light on the back.

“Spare me,” Light said. “I'm not doing this with you.” He dried his hands. “I miss home, I guess.”

“Oh,” L said and wrung his hands. Light looked up at him. He hadn't intended on turning a quick absconsion into a meditation on moving across the globe, but it appeared that free alcohol had other plans for him.

“I want to ride the train,” Light continued, pulling his eyelids down to inspect the puffiness. “Why are there only two train lines?”

“I mean, the auto industry lobby,” L said, rubbing his hands over his forearms. “Come on, you’re better than this. Free alcohol is not a license to liquidate your brain. Get it together.”

Light rested his forehead on his arms. “I can’t,” he said quietly.

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

“You remind me of back there,” Light said, feeling incomprehensible. “Don't you miss it?”

L laced and unlaced his fingers. “Not really,’ he said, sheepish. “You can't go home again, and all that.”

“I can't go home? What?”

“It's an expression. Never mind.” L ran his fingers through his hair and sucked gently on his pen, blowing a cloud into the vent in the wall. “Let's go back out.”

“No,” Light said miserably. “I can't.”

“Yes, you can. You have to.”

Light made a frustrated noise; he felt himself move as if to stomp his foot, but caught himself at the last minute. In spite of a near-tantrum, he felt somewhat obligated to maintain a shred of dignity.

“Well,” L sighed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “Would you like…I don’t know. A hug?”

“No.” Light wrinkled his nose. “Not from you.”

“Mm. Figured I’d ask.”

Light stared at the grout connecting the sink to the vanity. It was, miraculously, devoid of pink mold. “I,” he said stupidly.

“What?”

“Don’t – don’t,” he faltered. A part of him did want this, but the prospect of asking was so humiliating that it might have killed him. He picked up one hand, slowly, as if he were dragging it through molasses, and held it out. L stared at it and stuck his bottom lip out. After a minute, he reached out and squeezed it.

“Ew,” Light said, unmoving.

L nodded. “Ew.”

[gh0stbeeee]

Hey, so remember that death note and h2o just add water crossover?

I drew it. Like, four months later.

Oh, and mermen have blue tails in this universe. Jsyk.

They are besties.

Link to AU explanation.

[lumiolivier]

Good Boy

Day 11 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Praise kink

Word Count: 543

Just a couple of good boys at the task force.

It was another morning at task force headquarters.  No one was overly enthusiastic to be there, but it was still early.  Everyone who lived in the building had made their way down to the main room with coffees in hand and maybe some semblance of breakfast.  But one still slept soundly upstairs while everyone filtered in.  Regardless, L sat at his desk, his face buried in the monitors, but his eyes bouncing all over the room.  Where is he?  You should be down here by now.  Should I call him?  Should I send Watari for him?  Should I just drag him down here myself?

“Find anything?” Soichiro glanced over the monitors from over L’s shoulder.  L wasn’t a big fan of the proximity, but he’d manage the brief moment of discomfort.

“Not quite,” L droned, “You?”

“Not really,” Soichiro sighed out, “When do we get to admit we’re at a dead end?”

“When we’re actually at a dead end,” L dropped another sugar cube in his coffee.  Only to realize his cup was empty.  This day is already hell, “Mr. Matsuda?”

“Hmm?” Matsuda perked up like a dog that just heard the word treat.  Or outside, “Yeah?  You call for me, Ryuzaki?”

“I need you to do something very important for me,” L told him.

“You can count on me!” Matsuda chirped.  Finally.  A chance to prove myself useful to the task force, “What do you need?”

L handed him his empty cup, “Go get me another cup of coffee.”

“Oh…” Matsuda’s go getter energy plummeted, “Yeah.  Sure.  No problem.”

“Good boy,” L sent him off without another thought.

And yet, Matsuda felt his heart skip a beat.  He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling.  I’m not sure where that came from, but…That could happen again.  Regardless, Matsuda went on a coffee run for the task force while L went back to the monitors.  Just as Matsuda left, Light’s tired feet shuffled down the stairs, “Morning, everyone.”

“Good morning, Light,” Soichiro waved behind him, “A late start?”

“A late night,” Light admitted, “Sorry.  I was up late last night working.”

“You sure were, Light,” L nodded, remembering last night fondly, “You were doing great, too.  You really have come into your own since joining up with us.  I’m so proud.”

“Uh-huh,” Light had a tight grip on the arm of his chair, doing his best to keep himself under control.  What the hell…?

L noticed Light’s sudden shift in his seat while everyone else got back to work.  And it made him smile.  Hmm…Didn’t realize that would’ve happened.  It got L thinking, “Mr. Yagami, could I ask you a question?”

“I suppose so,” Soichiro nodded, rolling his seat next to L, “What’s on your mind?”

“When he was younger,” L asked, “Did you regularly tell Light you were proud of him?”

“Of course, I did,” Soichiro looked at him strangely, “But I also made sure he continued that momentum.  Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” So, that’s where it comes from, “Light?”

“Yeah?” Light braced himself for whatever may come out of L’s mouth next.

“Could I see you privately?” L requested, already on his way to the conference room, “I have an experiment I’d like to try…”