#mihael kheel

[horreurscopes]

my guy pretty like a girl & he got fight stories to tell; i see both sides like chanel

[willpowers]

In your opinion who tops, Mello or Near? Or are they vers?

See back in the day it was a no brainer, with how yaoi was back then it was very strict Near bottoming, with little to no wiggle room. I used to be like that too, but now I kinda see them as like, if they had the chance post canon to be with each other and explore that side of their relationship I see them as switching. At first Mello definitely is more into being the top, his heart still emboldened with their rivalry and being the winner, but eventually over time I see him becoming more open and relaxed around Near and I can see them switching. I frankly dont see Near as caring either way what role he plays, hes just happy its Mello. I do however see them both much preferring non penetrative stuff later on, that they can do together as equals.

[miss-misamisa-amane]

Death Note Raggedy Ann and Andy AU. L is a ragdoll, Misa and Kiyomi are fashion dolls, Light is a porcelain doll, Mikami is a wax doll, Near is a jack in the box, Mello and Matt are action figures............

pls send asks about this i want more of this brainrot

[dorxkuu]

Mello but As If It's Your Last ( almost finished version ) I am not finishing this so if you find any mistakes : uhm no you didn't . I'll be gaslighting you into thinking that nothing's wrong in this picture

the inspiration?

[tfcocc]

Soft

[geniusorphans]

hot summer days, smoking in the shade 

[ask-swaglord780]

freaky? Please elaborate

I would prefer to not sleep on the couch tonight so no-

[ellenoir]

How would a female near, mello, light, l, and Matt turn out in your opinion?

Okay lemme make a little comment before i talk about this. Gender doesn't really impact personality - however, the way people treat you because of your gender can massively affect you. I'm going to analyze this more from the angle of these characters being raised as women, since if they transitioned, it would have different effect on their personalities.

Light? She would probably be more reserved and proper, because those are traditional womanly values in Japan - you stand by and support your husband. By equal measure, she would be more unhinged and feral and determined. Having another wall put on the box of perfection that Light has to fit in will make the inevitable snap more dramatic. She would still hesitate to deck Naomi because she doesn't want to harm her reputation. I imagine she would also be more familiar with the precise ways that girls bully other girls, so she would be even more manipulative and sly than male Light because she would be dealing with that from an earlier age.

L would be a bit similar to Light in that she would be a bit quieter and more introspective, but also even more of a feral child. You think Roger knows how to parent a feeeeemaaaaaaale? Hell nah. He tried to get her to be a traditional lady, and the result was even more frog eyed stares until she believes it's her turn to take the floor. But she also is even more weird than usual. Her stims and food obsessions are a bit more dramatic, as often happens when they are being suppressed. She is also quite a bit more flirtatious with Misa and Light, as she thinks she can get away with more. Hey, she's still smart as a whip!

A Near is a Near. I honestly headcanon Near as afab agender, mostly based on their personality, so this question is hard for me to answer. Like I said, gender doesn't change a person, it's how you're treated that really affects that aspect of a person. Even so, I think Near's particular brand of neurodivergency would mean they're the same person regardless of their body, gender, or upbringing.

Mello? Oooo boy. Mello is even more explosive than usual, especially if she's the only one who's a girl. She's got something to prove, even more than usual. Fuck your ideas of femininity and manners, she is an absolute hellcat. She probably gravitated to slightly more masculine accessories such as numerous thick rings and more business or military cut jackets, in the same way that masculine Mello gravitated to figure hugging clothes and perfectly groomed hair - it's another symbol of rebellion.

Matt as a girl is fairly similar to Matt as a guy. She's a little more prone to letting her worries out, mostly in the form of telling Mello off for being such a reckless idiot. She's also a bit more prone to depressive states that leave her sleepy and annoyed. She's easily exhausted by how much people want to interact with her on account of her being a cute gamer girl. In equal measure though, she's able to more chipper and playful than her male counterpart, summoning up more energy to spend time with people she values.

[renaroundarosie]

Was It Over Then? (Is It Over Now?)

We need more Mello content so I spat this out guys sorry. Let me know if I should continue?

September 24th, 2005

Lorelai Grundel wrote in her diary. She sat in the Bar of her Apartment Complex trying to figure out something to write down before her therapy appointment. She didn’t like writing very much, she was always better at numbers. Doctor Lambardi told her she could use it to write down anything she wanted. 

Doctor Lambardi clicked her pen once…twice…three times before she said, “Ms. Grundel, if you aren’t going to say anything I’m going to have to ask you to communicate with me in another way.” 

     Lorelai furrowed her eyebrows, “How so?” 

“Well you could always draw how you feel?” Lorelai made a questioning face while Doctor Lambardi continued, “I didn’t think so, how about this…” 

     ��She stood and pulled a journal out of her desk drawer and handed it to her. “You could write. It is obvious you do not wish to speak about what happened and I’d hate to have to sit here in silence once a week. Write whatever you want in it, how you feel, poems, song lyrics; hell you could even write your grocery list in here. Just something, anything to help me help you. Can you do that Lorelai?” 

Funnily enough, she had agreed and that's why she's at a bar with a notebook in hand. 

It’s not like she didn’t say anything during her therapy appointments on purpose. She just couldn't get out what she had to get out. Every time she tried to talk about what happened, nothing came out. The journal method seemed to be working better compared to the previous meetings. From just two entries her Therapist was able to discover that, since the incident, Lorelai went out once a month and saw her family even less. 

Lorelai was about to write another to-do list when someone sat two seats down from her. A man with sunglasses and blonde hair threw himself into the seat and ordered a drink she didn’t catch. He didn't seem to notice her there because he continued to talk on his phone. 

“Just make the deal Tony, I want it done by 6.” He hung up the phone and glanced her way. “Can I help you with something?” 

“No.” She said dryly before turning back to her notebook.

He turned to face her a little and took a sip from his drink, “You a writer?” he asked.

    At first she had no idea what he was talking about. Then she glanced down at the open notebook and her disheveled hair that she had been tugging on the entire time she was sat there. “Oh. No this is something else, I’m much more of a math person.” 

He nods before turning back to his drink. She took this as an opportunity to study him. He wore a leather jacket and trousers. He had blonde hair to his shoulders and was wearing sunglasses. She guessed the sunglasses were an attempt to cover the obvious scar on his face. Or maybe to hide his identity. 

She couldn’t help herself from asking, “Do you live in this building?” 

         He smirks before picking up his now empty drink and shaking the ice around, “Who wants to know?” 

Unimpressed, she sighs and rolls her eyes. Staring at the empty journal in front of her she starts to panic. Why couldn’t she write anything down? She had so much to think about. So much to say and there isn’t one word she could use to begin to describe it. In frustration she slams the book shut and stands from her seat. 

She hears laughter, “Whoa,” the blonde laughs out, “What's the matter with you?” 

Lorelai shoves in her chair before saying, “Stuff it Blondy.” And leaving him at the bar. 

__

“I feel like we’re moving backwards with these meetings, Lorelai. Which I didn’t think was possible, but here we are.” 

Lorelai did feel bad. It’s not like she was doing this out of some vendetta against Doctor Lombardi. She just couldn’t think of anything at all to write. 

“Here’s what I think we should do.” She adjusts her glasses, “I think you need to reconnect with the world again. Go to a bar–a real one–meet a friend for some drinks, something to get you out of your apartment.” 

The Brunette scoffed, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t have that many friends.” 

      “You don’t talk to Paisley, from University?” 

      “I do, but–”

      “I know this isn’t what you want. Especially right now but I really think this will help you. It’s one night, why don’t you just try it?

—

Paisley Tomphson was a blonde, energetic girl who had majored in Finance. She and Lorelai met in their sophomore year of school at Columbia. Unbeknownst to Lorelai, Paisley had missed her dearly. She never knew why the girl stopped reaching out to her after they had graduated. 

Of course Paisley hadn’t known what happened to her. So Lorelai sat on her couch in her place staring at her phone. For some reason she just couldn’t pick it up. Fifteen minutes had passed before she finally thought what the hell.

“Hey Stranger!” The sweet sound of Paisley's voice rang in her ears.

“Hey How’ve you been?” It came out a lot drier than how she had wanted it to but it was better than her first thought which was to hang up. 

“I’ve been good, I missed you though. I haven’t spoken to you in three months.” 

“I know, I’m sorry time got away from me.” 

“Yeah it did. It’s ok I’ve been busy too, I moved back home for two months.” 

      Another thing that Lorelai had liked about Paisley was that she was very low maintenance. They each had their own lives and things to deal with and they both respected that. “You still in New York?”

“Yeah. I was actually thinking about meeting up for drinks? Maybe tomorrow?” 

“There’s nothing I’d want more. I’ll meet you at your place at 8 tomorrow.” 

Lorelai sighed, “I’ll be here.”

#mello

[itssilveriguess]

I may or may not be writing a nearlymellodramattic fic right now

[shootingsun]

Happy birthday Mello!

[morbiderotica]

I JUST READ UR ENTIRE DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST AND IM OBSESSED PLSPLSPLS CAN U DO OVERWORKED AND ANGRY MELLO X READER SMUT PLSPLSPLS

★ TOUGH LOVE ─ fem!reader

#NOTES ─ ILY ANON SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

#WARNINGS ─ smut, foul/lewd language, bj, throat fucking, clit teasing p in v, no condom

#SUMMARY ─ "his rough hand on your throat was something you'd grown to love and hate all the same. careless whispers and dirty thoughts." pushing him over the edge might have worked in your favor.

his rough hand on your throat was something you'd grown to love and hate all the same. careless whispers and dirty thoughts.

"stop squirming." he laughed and licked his teeth, pushing you into the wall. his lips attached to your neck. his knee between your legs.

"get on your knees, be useful." he mumbled, and you complied, unzipping his black leather pants.

his dick was half-hard, leaking pre-cum that you greedily lick up. he decides you're taking too long. he grabs you by your hair and shoves his dick in your mouth, fucking your mouth to fulfill his needs.

"such pretty mouth. what a shame it's wasted on bratty words." he groans, enjoying using your mouth as a cock sleeve.

his hips stutter as he nears his orgasm. his anger built up from the day getting released in your mouth. he pants from his kissable lips and you swallow the cum he so graciously gave you.

"bed. now." he commanded and you obeyed far too eagerly. practically stumbling to the bed like a whore on ice. at least that's how mello would describe it.

he pins you to the bed, his dick wet with your saliva that's pressed against your thigh. he pulls your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion.

he blows on your cunt, teasing you for his entertainment. with no warning, he runs his heavy dick through your wet folds. his tip teases your clit and he listens to your pathetic moans and whines.

"s'fucking tired of your bullshit." he slams his dick into your gummy walls with zero hesitation. "mello do this, mello do that. mello, don't do that. mello why are you home so late? mello pay attention to me." he mocks you as he thrusts into your wet pussy.

"is this enough attention for you, princess." he laughs with a venomous smirk. his anger had gotten the best of him tonight. not that you minded all that much.

© 2023 MORBIDEROTICA

[willpowers]

Happy birthday Near!

[miss-misamisa-amane]

Guess who's who

[thespiritofpetesweet]

i love this but im laughing so hard rn cause ai cant get hands or guns right and im screaming about this tiny piece of machinery hes holding

Bonus “I’m almost 15 years old, it’s time for me to decapitate mafia bosses over 3x that” photoset

[geniusorphans]

some kisses

(I feel hella outta practice )