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give meeee pre-relationship + sarai/din AND domestic life + dom/carlos pls <333

Ship questions

Sarai x Mando

1. How did they first meet?

Back in 8 ABY, Mando was out on a job in the Outer Rim hunting down a criminal gang leader who had kidnapped an important political figure to sell off into slavery. He managed to hunt down the criminal and the politician, but he discovered there was another prisoner as well, a relatively unknown smuggler and gambler with a rather impressive bounty on her head in the underworld, so he thought it would be a great idea to bring her in. She wasn't all too happy about it and after leaving a literal dent in his chestplate from a simple punch, they agreed that she'll work with him until her bounty is paid off.

2. What was their first impression of each other?

Less than great. Din thought she was some unlucky hotshot upstart that pissed off the wrong people at the wrong time, while Sarai thought he was yet another bounty hunter who has taken one too many cues from Boba Fett. Basically, they weren't impressed.

3. Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Oh yeah. OH YEAH. The people they encountered (such as Greef, Cara, Cobb, and Kuiil) saw how well they worked together as a pair and how they protected the kid with their lives. Some even already thought they were a pair and were just really good at hiding it.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

I gotta say, it was definitely Mando. This guy discovered that he has a weakness for kids and good treatment of kids when he saw how motherly Sarai acted towards Grogu since day 1. That, and her kindness towards people also turned from an annoyance to a trait he admired.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Oh both of them 🤡🤡🤡 Mando didn't want to get attached because he knew they were working only temporarily and that their relationship would've just been used against him eventually, while Sarai resisted because of her upbringing and because she had never known what loves feels like. The only example she had was her sister Aminata, who spent 10 years separated from the love of her life and showed their happiness for like. 5 seconds.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Mando would've just walked away and Sarai would've laughed in your face.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

For Mando it's easier to say bc...... The show events would happen as usual

For Sarai I believe the galaxy would've given a very different path of life - she'd most likely rejoin the New Republic as a Rebel fighter, running jobs as Ghost Storm once again. And I don't think she would've become a Jedi Knight.

Dom x Carlos

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Oh, Carlos absolutely. Man has been whipped since Racoon City.

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

The wedding happens in 2004, and it's very very private in a courthouse, where only the closest of their friends attended. Those two didn't want any attention, so only Chris, Jill, and Dom's close friend from RPD Regina were the witnesses. Afterwards they had a quick photoshoot, a lunch, and called it a day.

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Three kids + one adopted from the Dimitrescu castle! Their youngest is a very curious bean that doesn't know bounds and is always getting involved in some activities with her parents or her sisters. The middle one is the more artistic child who joins a musical school. She's also the one who has the biggest opinion of things, much to the surprise of her parents. The oldest one is the negotiator and daddy's daughter, she has Carlos wrapped around her little fingers. Contrary to popular belief, she's not the "serious" one or anything, that's the youngest kid. This one has a silver tongue and a wicked sense of humor.

Their adoptive daughter Alona is a former maid of Alcina who survives the horrors of the village and gets adopted into the Oliveira family after everything. She's rather shy and more closed off, used to a completely different lifestyle, but she does take a liking to the family, especially the kids. Dominique and Carlos fought hard to keep her happy and safe from the hostile world.

4. Do they have any pets?

Nope! Though they sometimes wish they do. They tried to raise some less maintenance requiring pets to teach some responsibility into their kids, but their lifestyle didn't leave much room for that.

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

Definitely Dominique. Carlos is the one who goes easy and gives in much easily if his girls blink those pretty brown eyes, coupled with some tears, whereas Dominique sees right through them. She recognizes those patterns and she won't be fooled so easily. Carlos, if he could, would spoil them rotten, especially considering his own upbringing. Dom is a little different.

6. Who worries the most?

I'd say also Dominique? She's used to holding all four corners of the house, keeping tabs on everything, so long-term assignments that take her away from home are always stress-inducing for her. She fully trusts Carlos and knows he will do the right thing, but that's just who she is.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Both of them!

8. How do they celebrate holidays?

They always try to create a memorable experience each year for their kids, no matter the circumstances. They also make it a rule to always invite their friends and always have a day off, especially on Christmas. Other holidays are more flexible, but Christmas? You better be ready for that invite, it's sacred to them.

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Carlos. Dominique is used to the early bird regime, and her marriage with Sam didn't change much, considering they were both police officers. Carlos is the type of person to stay in a little longer in the morning, and he'll make sure his lovely wife is right there by his side, because she deserves the extra rest after everything she does for the world.

10. Who’s the better cook?

Dominique! Girl is used to making food for herself and others, this doesn't change in this relationship as well. Carlos acts as the support by helping with side tasks and little jokes that make the process much more fun.

11. Who likes to dance?

CARLOS. Look at that man and tell me he doesn't like to dance. Don't get me wrong, Dom has the moves too, but Carlos lives for that stuff. One of the kids' best memories are secretly watching their parents dancing to Frank Sinatra in the middle of the living room as Carlos sang to Dominique.

#oc: sarai clarmonte #sarai x mando #oc: dominique thorne #dominique x carlos #this has been so fun to think about omg #thank you aj!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰#ask meme

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thatonekawaiigirl13 · 1 year

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Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter 56: Exchange

Chapter Fifty-six: Exchange

[A/N: Yes, the rumors are true! After forever, I’m finally updating my fanfiction. Sorry it’s taken so long, lol. Someone commented that I should have an upload schedule, which I agree with. Right now my goal is a chapter a month, which is something I’ll try to stick to. This story is so close to being finished, which I’m excited about. Sorry if this chapter isn’t super exciting, I had more plans for it but I had to split up this chapter because it started getting long so the next chapter will be more like normal. I could also just be totally anxious since it’s been so long since I posted and this chapter could be fine, lmao. I suppose that’s enough rambling, I’ll let you guys decide how I did lol. As always, comments are appreciated! Thanks, and sorry again, lmao.

-Stephanie]

Misa’s POV:

“Remember, today’s an important day, Misa-chan,” Light spoke in a hushed yet urgent tone. The morning light was lazy as it streamed in through the bedroom window. Misa watched the sun peak through the clouds as she listened to Light continue on over the phone. This time, Light was the one who had called her first, something Misa was rather excited about. Misa supposed that it would be an interesting day, to say the least.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go through with this? Absolutely ready?”

He’s certainly rather chipper…well, he must mean business, Misa thought. Despite knowing that he could not see her face, she gave what she thought was an enthusiastic nod. She sat up in her bed, as alert as ever. Even though it was too early in the morning to be awake, talking to Light was more than enough to energize her, and she was determined to do a good job, at the photoshoot and for their little secret exchange.

As good a job as I can do anyway, at least while I’m currently acting as the Second Kira. Soon, I’ll be just plain Misa Amane, model, singer, and fashion icon, once more. How boring, but I suppose it’s a necessary evil for the time being it seems.

Yes. I’m ready.”

Oh well. It’s a new beginning, for me and for Light. For Kira and his new Second Kira. Yes, Misa gave another nod. It’s my time to shine. My last time to shine as the Second Kira. As per Light’s orders, I have names written down of criminals to be killed over the next few days. That way, there is insurance that there are no gaps between killings as this fresh start takes place. Luckily for us, that leaves no room for L or anyone else on that damned Task Force to be suspicious! Wow, Light sure does think of everything, huh? He’s arranged this whole little operation all by himself; how brilliant!

“I’m ready, Light-kun.” Misa repeated. “I’m more than ready.”

“Good,” was Light’s response. “Now, just to review…you have the note I told you to write as well? Make sure it’s securely attached and tucked into the pages of the death note so Mikami and I will be able to keep contact via the instructions listed on there. And make sure it’s safely hidden as well once it’s inside the locker. There shouldn’t be any cameras in the room, for privacy reasons of course, but we don’t need anyone accidentally touching the notebook. I know we went over everything already, but it’s better to be thorough. This whole operation is supposed to be subtle and simple, we don’t need any possible witnesses.”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Light-kun. After what happened with Ryuzaki-san, I have a strict no perverts policy.” She let out a small laugh as she continued on, “besides, the main dressing room we’re using will be out closer by the set. You are more than aware of that, there should be no one left loitering around once the photoshoot begins. It’s a closed set and my manager is a guy, there’s no need for him to be in the room. Only my assistants will be in the locker room with me, but as we covered in our initial plans, they’ll leave me if I ask to be alone for a moment. As I told you before, they usually let me be.”

“Good, good…I tried to think everything through logistically. It’s best to be prepared though for any type of situation,” although Misa couldn’t see his face, she imagined the way Light was probably smirking at her right now. “You got this, right? I’m entrusting you with this important task, Misa-chan.”

“I got this!” She chirped into the phone. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to keep reminding me. It’s not rocket science, it’s like passing notes in school, but a lot more secretive and stuff!”

“I just want you to be aware,” Light was saying. “I’m sure that today will go as planned, but as I said, it's better to be thorough.”

Misa gave a soft sigh at his words, her eyes grazing towards her alarm clock. It was still a bit early, but the sooner she got ready, the better. For herself and for Light.

After all, it’s always better to get organized as soon as possible. They don’t call me one of the best in the fashion world for no reason! And, as Light had said, it was very important to be prepared for any situation.

Misa decided to be as prepared as possible for Light and for his mission. She let out another chuckle as she imagined Light’s face. Of course, she supposed she had to have an award for such a task. It was only reasonable, after all, she needed some motivation to keep her going. There was no harm in that.

“Anyway, I should start getting ready! Remember, after I complete this mission, you owe me a date.”

“Misa,” She heard Light sigh into the phone, something she opted to ignore. A date was of course within her terms and conditions, especially as she was about to give up being the Second Kira for who knows how long. There was a brief pause as Light was seemingly gathering his thoughts, but Misa didn’t wait for his response, instead she persisted with her demand.

“I may not have my memories of being the Second Kira anymore after this, but I’ll of course remember the date that you promised we would have. This was my condition for completing this task, you know.”

“Look, Misa-chan, I don’t remember promising you a date, but I promi-”

“No, no take-backsies!” Misa interrupted again, her voice a singsong as she spoke. She then jumped down from her bed, her socks creating a soft plop sound as she hit the floor below. Taking her chance at his brief silence, she kept going. Her words were rushed, but her tone was light. “I’ll see you later, Light-kun! Don’t worry, you can count on me! I love you!”

With that, Misa hung up. She walked over to her mirror, studying the stylish reflection before her. There was a pep in her step and a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she got ready that morning. After changing out of her pajamas and lacing up her boots, she decided it was finally time to get going.

Almost time to report to work. How exciting! After all, today is an important day, an important task! And I get to look good while doing it!

Her eyes shone extra bright as she grabbed the mysterious notebook, which laid undisturbed on her nightstand. Ryuk trailed behind her, unfinished apple in hand, as she deposited the death note, which also had the note Light had mentioned tucked away within its pages, into her small backpack. After checking to ensure her bag was secure, she gave a small hum of approval at her work.

It’s go time.

With that, she was ready to face the day. Misa glanced behind her at Ryuk, “let’s do this!”

Today’s the day. My last day acting as the Second Kira. My final act…just you wait, Light. As I said, I’m more than ready.

/timeskip/

Misa hummed along to herself as she opened her designated locker. As was planned, she was left all alone in the locker room. Her assistants had left to go help set up in order to prepare for the magazine photoshoot; she would be modeling for a new product design to be released by none other than the Yotsuba Group. It was a funny situation, but also a fortuitous one as it allowed for an excuse to pass off the notebook to its next successor.

After triple checking that she was, in fact, alone, Misa Amane slipped the notebook discreetly behind her purse. As Light had instructed, Misa felt at the very back wall of her locker, feeling for the loose brick. She then moved the brick aside, pushing it to the corner of the storage unit. Afterwards, she grabbed the death note once more, checking for a quadruple time that she was still alone in the room.

Good good, everything is going smoothly. Not that I thought it would go bad, I think Light was worrying too much earlier. After all, I have a pretty simple task. Therefore, I’m confident I can do a good job! Like I said, it’s like passing a note, but in a much more elaborate way, kind of cool actually…it’s like I’m a secret agent! I suppose in a way, I am.

Misa laughed a little to herself, and with some quick movements, the death note was now pushed up in the back of the locker. Ryuk gave a small chuckle as she rolled it up ever so carefully, placing it partially inside a small hole that was accessible to the other room; the other locker room aka the men’s locker room, which sat directly next door to the women’s locker room. It was a pretty good set up, one that would make their plan run much smoother.

She was grateful she had tested the death note some days prior, and was even more grateful that, if rolled up, it was seemingly small enough to fit through some rather tight spaces. Tight spaces including said peephole that connected the two locker rooms together, something that Misa was quite thankful for, as it worked in their favor. Taking a step back a moment, she admired her handiwork.

“Aha! How cool!”

It’s a good thing Light had me scope out the place first! It’s usually the assistant's job to scope out modeling shoot locations, but I was able to convince them to let me come along! It was also pretty lucky that I found a locker that had a false backing to it. After a few duds, I noticed the loose brick in this particular space, I thought it was rather suspicious…and what do you know, I totally lucked out! I didn’t have to carve out my own hole to transfer the notebook, which makes my job a lot easier. Of course, it’s entirely not a good thing, seeing as a peeping tom probably was the one who made the hole there in the first place, but it fortunately also makes good use when exchanging secret documents…or, in this case, the death note!

“Hyuk hyuk, wow. I never imagined I’d see the death note folded like that,” Ryuk quipped, yet another apple in his hand now that the two were alone. “There’s no technical rule saying you can’t do that, but it still feels rather wrong…not that I care too much, don’t get me wrong. As long as that death note isn’t irrevocably damaged, it makes no difference to me. You humans are rather silly though, if you ask me…all this just to exchange the notebook.”

“Oh Ryuk,” Misa gave a laugh as she studied the shinigami, who had moved on to try and fish out another apple from his pockets. “I can always count on you to be honest, can’t I? Don’t worry, Mikami will be here to pick up the notebook within the hour. It won’t be stuck like that for too long.”

With that, Misa leaned forward and shut her locker once more. After checking that the door to the locker was locked and secure, Misa clapped her hands together. Her part in the plan was now almost over. In a way, she was almost as sad as she was excited; the prospect of a date with Light Yagami was more than enough to keep her going, but she was going to miss acting as the Second Kira. Not to mention, it was an extra excuse she wouldn’t have anymore to see Light, at least for the time being. However, she was willing to do whatever she needed to do in order for Kira to succeed and, possibly, get ahead. That made everything that she was doing more than worth it, she wanted to be useful to Light.

Alright! Everything is all officially locked away now… the passcode to the locker was only given to me and Mikami. In case of an emergency, he can always sneak into the women’s locker room to retrieve the notebook…but he should be able to access the locker and grab the notebook from the other side without any issues.

Misa gave a hum of excitement, watching Ryuk down the apple he was holding. “You better eat that apple quickly, Ryuk. It's almost time for the exchange. Now remember, I will be in the middle of the photoshoot, so I won’t be able to speak with you directly. Just keep an ear out, and when you hear me say the phrase, ‘exchange clothes’ or something similar when it’s time for my outfit change, that means that I want to give up ownership of the death note. That’ll be the cue. ‘Kay, Ryuk?”

“Hah, ‘exchange clothes’, got it.” Ryuk was amused, but he followed Misa quietly as she walked toward the door of the locker room. Her footsteps gave a slight echo as she clicked around in her heels. She was determined to finish her role as the Second Kira with pride. After all, this was all for Light.

It’s time…

“Alright, let’s do this…” She spoke to no one in particular as she opened the door. It was time for phase two of the exchange. Misa let out a breath as she took a step outside the room, ready to leave the world of Kira and death notes behind her.

/time skip/

Mikami’s POV:

Mikami gave a small chuckle as he walked through the desolate outer hallway of the first floor business. It was one of Yotsuba’s subsidiary businesses, but it housed a good location for filming, or so he had overheard from an employee outside, presumably on a work break. The employee had been on the phone, but he had been talking loud enough for the prosecutor to hear as he walked by to enter the building.

Although Mikami wasn’t sure who the original owner of the notebook was, he was almost certain that this ‘Kira’ he was receiving it from was Misa Amane herself or one of her employees, not anyone from Yotsuba Group. He had been keeping in contact with a mysterious woman, someone who had given him orders from the original ‘Kira’ himself. She had said she was the current Kira, acting in place of the original for the time being. According to her, it was time for this power to pass onto him for safe keeping. The task before him was both an honor and a privilege, one that he would accept with pride. His new role as the Second Kira, becoming a god among men.

However, this was no easy task, it was one that demanded the utmost loyalty, dedication, and trust. Therefore, he assumed this woman was someone of high importance to Kira, someone whose ideals aligned more closely to his, not someone from the Yotsuba Group; they were infamous in the legal world as a business who was known to house some rather shady business practices, which he heard about from his fellow colleagues. This narrowed down the list of possible acting Kiras to just Misa or one of her two assistants, who he had briefly seen from his car as they had entered the building almost an hour before.

As curious as Mikami was to find out her identity, he had some work to do that was more important - namely, the exchange itself. He had been told that all of Misa’s staff and Yotsuba building employees would be gathered for Misa Amane’s photoshoot, something that all but guaranteed that no one would be snooping about in either locker room. The shoot would last around four hours, and he decided to wait around an hour before entering the building, just to be safe and ensure that the shooting was well underway before making his move.

He walked through the building, careful not to appear too out of place in case anyone would be walking nearby. Just in case, there was a forged Yotsuba workpass housed in his pocket in case anyone had any questions for him. Being a lawyer, all he had to say was that he was a legal representative. Despite having a good cover, he didn’t want to risk seeing or talking to any of the employees, less of a mess that way. Less risky. Lucky enough for him, the halls were barren as promised, and he was able to locate the locker rooms at the end of the hallway without any issues.

The two rooms were split off, the men’s side separated from the women’s side. However, despite being technically separated, the two rooms were side by side. His eyes peered at the signs written on the doors, then at the door handles, and he counted to ten in his head. After ten seconds had passed, he concluded there was no movement on either side or in any direction, meaning he should be more than totally alone. If there was anyone, they would have likely heard his footsteps and would have potentially questioned him by now.

Mikami took that as his cue to continue onward in his mission. He walked forward, his hand meeting the handle, careful not to be too loud. With a simple light swoosh, he opened the door and walked into the men’s locker room. As he had suspected, he was alone, causing him to relax a little.

The prosecutor looked about the room, his sharp eyes grazing over all the locker numbers until he spotted his designated spot - the locker that was closest to the side wall, inconspicuous and well-hidden. The locker that was secretly connected to the women’s locker room - locker 1228. After spotting his prey, he gave a light chuckle, his footsteps light as he walked toward the locker.

Mikami paused for a moment, retracing his footsteps in his mind. After triple checking that there was no one around the room with him, or nearby in the hallway, he reached forward. The pinpad beeped as he typed away the password, and it gave a final, slightly louder beep followed by a click as it unlocked. He reached upward and opened the locker, in all its glory. It was just a normal locker, but hidden deep in the back of the unit was a small hole. A small hole that had been filled with a particular noteworthy object, the very same object that was promised to him for safekeeping.

The notebook! It’s here as promised! Mikami’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw the notebook, which had the words ‘death note’ printed on the cover. The same one that he had discussed with that mysterious woman via secret texts and phone calls. He gave a chuckle as he pushed his glasses up on his nose.

So, this is it, eh? This is that infamous killing ‘notebook’ that was spoken about…the notebook that I was told held Kira’s killing powers…all of his secrets, it must be written down here in this death note!

Mikami gave another snicker as the realization started to dawn on him. All of Kira’s powers were about to become his own. He was about to become Kira’s proxy, a position most desired by his many loyal supporters. The prosecutor had looked through and commented on various forums composed of him and other fans who gave their unwavering favor and support to Kira. In fact, he had even appeared on multiple television programs in the crowd, surrounded by others who shared his mindset. Of the many, many people who would have loved for Kira to even give them a glimmer of acknowledgement, he was chosen. Him and only him. He had to admit, it was something that was rather fitting. Of all people Kira could have chosen, he picked a criminal prosecutor, someone who more than shared his ideals. This Kira was just as smart as Mikami suspected he was, someone who knew how to be sneaky and powerful. And here was Mikami, who was honored to be working with him.

Of course, he thought it was a scam when he first received contact but Kira and his Second Kira were able to prove their identities via criminals killed. They predicted their deaths, up to the exact second of passing, and Mikami was able to see for himself Kira’s true power. Although he had never met this woman or Kira in person, he was more than happy to accept this task, as he felt Kira and himself shared many similar beliefs. Kira was able to do what he was unable to do as a criminal prosecutor, and for that, he revered him.

He had to admit, he had long suspected that Kira may not have always been working alone. That made sense, after all, there may be times that Kira would be unable to move or punish evildoers for any various reason. Whatever the reason, he was certain he would do a good job in Kira’s stead. He was determined to do whatever it took to ensure justice prevailed and that Kira would remain a world power.

It’s almost too good to be true. This notebook, Kira’s killing power, his secrets, hidden away in this one small locker, trapped between both locker rooms, just waiting to be snatched away! And, most of all, it’s called the ‘death note’, a rather fitting name, if you ask me. I have to admit, I thought it was pretty insane when I first heard the way that Kira kills. It’s one thing to hear about it, it’s another thing entirely to see such a sacred notebook sitting right in front of me! It is truly amazing, a small notebook that holds so much power. It’s right here within my grasp, all I have to do is accept it!

Mikami was more than ready to accept his fate as the newly appointed Second Kira. He reached forward into the locker, gingerly fitting his hand around the rolled up object. With a slight tug, he was able to shake the notebook free from its confines of the hole. No longer sandwiched in between two lockers and two different rooms, the notebook was now safely in his hands.

Finally, Mikami was able to breathe in a sigh of relief, at least for the time being. He took a moment to relish this feeling, breathing in deeply as he held the notebook. There were many times in court that he felt powerless, but here in this moment, he was the one wielding all the power. It was him who could now take matters into his own hands, it was him who could correct all the wrongs within society. It was him who could fight back and enact justice for those who could not stick up for themselves, and punish those who deserved it.

It’s mine! All mine! Its powers will aid me in doing what Kira wills me to do! It’s up to me to do this! Only I have this honor!

“Hyuk, why hello. It’s nice to meet you, Teru Mikami. You seem to have taken quite a liking to this ratty old notebook of mine.”

The sudden noise caused Mikami to let out a grunt of surprise, which caused him to nearly drop the notebook. Standing right in front of him was a most terrifying monster, a magical being that Mikami had assumed was merely a fairytale. Surely, no such being existed. There was no reason for such a being to exist in the so-called ‘real world’, or so Mikami had thought. Mikami soon realized that he had thought wrong.

What the hell?! What is this thing? Is it really…? Could it be…? It can’t be right? I’m imagining things, but still…

“W-who are you?” Mikami pushed up his glasses, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the strange black creature with wings before him. “No, wait. What are you?”

It was both terrifying and confusing, Mikami wasn’t sure what he had expected after retrieving the notebook, but it certainly wasn’t such a creature. He had expected to deposit the death note into his briefcase and leave. Instead, here he was face to face with something he never even thought existed.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna eat you or anything. The name’s Ryuk. I’m a shinigami and I’m the original owner of the notebook that Kira passed down to you.”

Shinigami! Mikami’s eyes went wide. I can’t believe it! So it’s true… I was right, that old folk legend! This creature is a God of Death, and this is his notebook! Amazing, terrifying, yes but amazing…a shinigami, this is part of being an owner of the death note, part of being Kira, or in my case, Second Kira…

The being laughed in amusement at Mikami’s sudden discovery. Mikami fought his nerves and continued staring at him, determined not to back down. He wanted to appear as brave as he could despite this little hiccup. That was one thing he learned doing his job, you had to always appear cool and collected. Especially when dealing with criminals, or in this case, a shinigami who towered over him.

“I doubt I’d show up on a human camera, but a picture would last longer,” the shinigami replied and Mikami was almost certain that the creature was trying to crack a joke.

What an interesting being…he has a sense of humor, eh? What a way to lighten the mood. I suppose he’s gotten this sort of reaction before.

The joke aside, Mikami was ready to get into it. He was ready to take on his position as the Second Kira. There were many things swirling around in his head, and he was ready to take action, and hopefully get some answers.

But still…when it comes down to it…

“The source of Kira’s killing power is this death note and a shinigami?”

“Kind of a package deal, really. Well explained in the manual, now written in both Japanese and English,” Ryuk explained, giving a slight nod. “I can answer some questions, if you have any, but mostly I just sort of hang around. Don’t expect me to do much but watch, if you want my complete honesty. Also I’m not here to guide you on what’s right or wrong, or even influence your decisions at all. The notebook right now is entirely yours…it’s up to you what you want to do with it, I don’t care.”

“Amazing…” Mikami murmured to himself, the initial shock wearing off as the excitement now rolled back in. He pushed up his glasses, deep in thought. After all, this was a lot for him to process. It wasn’t like he had expected to see such a creature, he was only expecting to take the notebook and leave.

A package deal, eh? Interesting…a magical creature and a magical notebook, both of which are now my responsibility for the time being, what a well kept secret that this Kira and Second Kira had, it’s truly impressive, I have to admit…hm, wait a moment…I had no idea he was even in the room with me, until…

Something in Mikami’s mind clicked and he glanced between the death note and Ryuk, “so no one else can see or hear you but the owner of the notebook…is that correct? You appeared after I touched the notebook…interesting.”

“Yeah, it’s something like that,” Ryuk gave a slight nod as he shifted around. He was rather flighty, Mikami noted. Not able to sit still. “But we can go over that later.”

Ah right. Mikami looked around, that’s for the best…people. I don’t know how much longer it’ll be before someone starts looking around the premises. On the off chance that someone is around…if someone hears any noise, they may start to look around. The last thing I need to do is draw any attention to myself. Not when I’ve already come this far and gotten the notebook safely within my grasp.

As if he could hear his thoughts, the shinigami gave another chuckle. “Don’t worry, we’re alone right now…but you’re right, we should probably get a move on. If it’s one thing I’ve learned, you humans are strange creatures. Strange creatures who don’t like looking like they’re talking to no one…”

“Well. Maintaining a good image is important,” Mikami confirmed, feeling slightly more at ease with the creature before him. The fear was also starting to wear off as he realized this shinigami was likely not a threat.

This shinigami creature is quite odd…it doesn’t seem like he’s lying to me, his body language tells me that much. I suppose he doesn’t stand to gain from lying anyway, he did mention that he doesn’t care at all what I do.

“You sound just like Li-” Ryuk paused, as if to realize he had started to say something he shouldn’t have. He gave a slight cough, “well, let’s just say it’s no fun not having anyone to talk to.”

At this, Mikami’s ears perked up, Li? I sound just like Li? This… this has to be the identity of the first Kira he almost revealed right? For privacy and safety purposes, it’s obvious the identities of the Kira and Second Kira have to be hidden…although, I have to admit, I’m rather curious…well, we can get to that later. Right now, I’m crunched for time…better to be safe than sorry, right? Back to the task at hand, Teru Mikami!

The prosecutor let out his own small laugh in amusement. “Well, you said your name was Ryuk, correct? Hm. Don’t worry, Ryuk…the fun is about to start.”

Mikami gave his glasses another push, a glint in his eyes as he stuffed the notebook into his briefcase, being careful not to crinkle it. Unrolling it was a task in itself and he wanted to keep it in a pristine condition. He vowed to keep it safe and hidden. After all, to the public he was acting as Kira now. He had a reputation to uphold.

Mikami was extra cautious as he retraced his footsteps through the building, Ryuk trailing close behind him. It appeared the photoshoot was well underway, as the halls remained empty and the only thing that could be heard was his footsteps hitting the polished floors below. He kept a brisk pace, and within a moment, he was able to clear the building, leaving not a trace behind him. The hard part was now officially over. Mikami made his way to his car, a smirk on his face as the events of the last few minutes played through his mind once more.

It’s my turn. My chance being the Second Kira. It’s my time to shine…

“Hyuk, you seem rather excited.” Ryuk gave a laugh. He was loitering around in the backseat, watching as Mikami unloaded the briefcase into the seat beside him. Mikami then settled into the driver’s seat, ready to take off.

“As I mentioned, Ryuk, I’m sure things will be rather fun.”

Rather fun, indeed. The exchange was a success. It’s official, I’m now the new Second Kira.

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Posedump | 25 (Non-Listed) Poses

Published by NotJustaBook on December 23, 2018

Hi everyone!

I know I’ve already posted today, but I thought today would be good to dump a little Christmas present on you guys. This time it’s a pose dump consisting of mostly story-telling poses that I’ve made for this and that. They’re pretty recent this time (thankfully) and all from Monte Vista Stories, so lots of poses for all your criminal needs (… no? Just me? Kay). This time, you get:

25 poses in non-listed format

9 stand-alone poses for adults

11 coupled sets for adults/teens

1 coupled set for an adult and a child

Pose codes in a .txt file

A note on height-adjustment

A list of links for the accessories I’ve used in the poses

Images with pose codes

A folder with the .clip files

Holiday wishes from me! (You get those even if you’re not downloading, though).

Height-adjustment:

Some of the poses in this set are height-adjusted, which means that you’ll have to either:

Use a height-slider. I use CMar’s slider. In most of these, the sim in the male position is set to 200 and the female is set to -130. (For sorrydaddy1-2 the male is set to 180, however).

Use an OMSP. Simply pop your dude on it and set it to around 13 cm (may need to be lowered a little for sorrydaddy1-2), then snap photos from the waist-up. Or don’t – I’m a free-minded individual.

Previews:

These first ones are all made for Regina (because who else?). The first one is unused so far and required this handgun (not included), while the others were used in gen 2 chapter 7 for Gina and Lotta. They require these flashlights (not included).

The first of these have been in use quite a bit. See example of it in use in chapter gen 2, chapter 8 and the gen 1 rewrite chapter 1 (last picture). The second was used in gen 2 chapter 8. It uses the same gun accessory as the above.

The last one I haven’t used, and it’s a little finicky to use. He’s holding a painting under his arm and you absolutely have to use moveobjects with it. What you do is place the painting and lower it down, then while holding down the alt-key, move your sim into position. Depending on the height of your sim, the painting can’t be too big or it’ll touch the ground.

The first couple here were never used. I intended them for a photoshoot but I wasn’t happy with them and scrapped it. I question past me’s decision on that because they’re not that bad.

The second set were used for an old layout for my blog as you can see in the featured image, so it’s mostly meant for modelling. However, I also managed to find a use for it in gen 2 chapter 15, so it has story-telling potential as well.

These were made with an adult and teen in mind for gen 2, chapter 5. There’s a little caveat however – when you use the pose in the fem position with a teen, the hand clips through the arm. That’s just how teen poses are, I’m afraid, and I was too lazy to correct. Instead, I shot around it in my chapter 😛

These poses were (funny enough) also made for Regina. The first one is stand-alone and just meant as a reaction to being pushed down. In the other two, shit gets real. takedown2-3 are variants of each other, meaning the faces/hands are nearly the same, except he’s lower down to the ground in 3. Why? Uuuuummmm, I dunno 🙂 I guess I felt like I had a need for that at the time. However, none of them ever made it into a chapter. The gun used is the same as for all the above.

Both of these were made for and used in the old version of gen 1 (pls no read is bad). The kid/adult one can be seen in use in gen 1 (old), chapter 20 and she’s actually meant to have this stiletto in her hand (not included). I was just too lazy to do it for the preview. The second was used in gen 1 (old), chapter 19. It uses these rope accessories (not included) though again – too lazy to put them on for the preview because I’m terrible. It works well with my posepack Tied Up at the Moment and maybe I would have included it but I thought it was bad at the time (it is, his face is horrible).

And finally, I have two conversation poses to be used with a railing. The one in this preview is from the basegame, though the name escapes me. They can be used with other fences/walls with a little creativity and alt-key usage though, as I did in gen 2, chapter 21 with 1 (first pic – seen from behind).

What Can I Do With These?

Take pretty, pretty pictures and show me. I’m so curious!

Edit these for your own personal use – that’s what the animation files are for

Edit these and upload them to your funky blog (but please ask for permission and give credit, also please don’t just re-upload without edits, it’s silly)

Downloads

Download (SFS, .zip)

Download (Box, .zip)

#pose #child pose #adult pose #standing pose #laying pose #sitting pose #story pose #model pose #couple pose #notjustabooksims

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So, right off the bat - just knowing the cast and the topic, you know this is going to be a bad Bollywood movie. There's are rare exceptions where the story actually surprises (the Sherlyn Chopra-starrer Red Swastik comes to mind), but in general, you go in knowing it'll be a 1* movie. I was only watching it because it sounded like a suspense movie, and I figured I'd take the plunge.

It's not like I haven't seen 1* (0*?) Bollywood movies before. They tend to fall into 2 camps - the first, movies with big name stars (or, at least, a recognizable cast) that just end up being utter shit (Deewana Main Deewana, Deewane Huye Paagal, Red: The Dark Side); the second, nonsense like this.

Even just minutes into this movie, the scenes you've come across - where is Monty; the introduction of the annoying brothers at the hotel they're staying at (Bollywood's obsession with shitty "comic" relief apparently even extends into these movies) - let you know that this whole thing is going to be torture. Which, of course, it is - not only those scenes, but even many of the characters and the dialogues.

The murder mystery itself is weird because - well, we know people are being murdered, because we see them die/dead. But then the bodies apparently disappear, because the first two deaths are just essentially erased by "they left a note" and no body is ever found. The third death (the creepy guy) doesn't even make sense, when everything is revealed, because the killer was killing off the super model competition - and he sure as hell wasn't that. Clearly it was meant to be a red herring type of thing, but, well, why him is never explained. Again, he was creepy and a horrible person, but if the motive was to win the crown of 'super model,' his death makes no sense. Even more dumb because, after the first few deaths have just snuck under the radar, this one leaves blood for folks to find, and suddenly the murder thing is in the forefront. Not smart.

The blurb about this movie also suggests that the occurrences start pointing a finger towards our leading lady, who is one of the competitors for this 'super model' thing (really, there's like 4-5 girls taking part in a photoshoot, and one of them will eventually be chosen to be the lead model of a calendar being made to advertise a new wine, or something like that) will appear guilty of the murders. But, honestly - no. First, no one in the actually story knows that there is any murders until there's only like 20 minutes left. Second, no one, at any point in the movie, points even a measly half-finger at her. At the lead actor - okay, well, even him, it's just someone staring at him for a second, but absolutely no finger pointing. There's only like 6-7 people there - 2 arrived after the first "death" (we know it's a death, the characters don't), 3 of them are already dead. It leaves our 2 leads, one more potential super model, and the ... hairdresser? I'm not sure what Bobby Darling's character is actually doing. Oh, and the two comic relief dudes. It's not really much of a consideration, really. But, point is, this isn't "she wants to be a super model, but people start dying and she becomes a prime suspect" - hell, officers don't even show up until the very end, by which point the criminal has already confessed (also, sure, you think your hotel room is empty, but how the hell do you not notice these brand new large cameras around your room before admitting everything; also, why are you saying all this out loud to yourself?).

Of course, this movie isn't one you turn to if you want a smart story. Or good acting. Or decent dialogues. I mean, it happens and people show up and then people die and then I guess we're supposed to care about our ex-playboy who has suddenly changed for a girl, and a bunch of girls who want to be super models and are apparently mean to each other simply because that's what wannabe super models do, and a creepy guy who I don't even know why he's around, and two incompetent brothers who apparently run the hotel they're staying at, and Jackie Shroff, who for some reason has agreed to show in like 5 single individual scenes to narrate things like "these are the characters" and "this is the backstory of the wannabe actress" and "now it is time for the story to begin."

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that this one wasn't worth it, even if you just wanna see a whodunnit simply to know whodunnit.

Expected 1* movie turns out to be 1* movie. (Shocking, I know.)

#GMMM does movies #movieblr #movies #GMMM does Bollywood

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ask-the-silly-critters · 5 months

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ੈ A new characters have joined! ✩‧₊˚

[Woohoo! Another characters that will joined the Silly Critters and what's this? One of them even related to a certain sassy queen squirrel? My, my~ the blog is getting more interesting at all time~ Let's see who these critters, shall we?~]

MEET THE CHARACTERS

JollyJoy Shiba

Introducing the one and only Chief of the police in Crittersville, JollyJoy Shiba! This certain critter is very serious in taking their job in catching thiefs or other criminals that doing illegal stuff but don't be fool by his slightly scary face! This shiba is an absolute sweetheart and a goofball! He also dating with a certain purple model feline and love him dearly~

Jolly is 36 years old but still act a bit child-like and a slight energetic whenever around his dear lover.

SleepyKitty RagDoll

Of course, in the village that there would be atleast one person that is a good influencer and a model, especially if they come from a big city! Introducing, SleepyKitty RagDoll! One of the very famous model and influencer in his city but now he lives in the Crittersville to be with his lover that he fall inlove when the first he visit the village for a photoshoot.

He is 35 years old and he's a selective mute, also, he doesn't mind being told that he look like CatNap, he have gotten used to it haha!

ArcherySea RedFoxee

Of course, in every show there would needed to be a pirate, don't they? Introducing ArcherySea RedFoxee! An adventurous fox and always up for a good challenge in finding treasures! He even talk like a pirate! Perhaps it's because his 'father' used to be one like that haha!

And what make it more surprise, he is the younger brother of Cotton and a Cousin for Daisy :0 a surprise indeed! Even though he rarely visit his sister, he loves her dearly and sometime even given her gold and gems!

He is 26 years old and have his own pirate ship! Travels a lot in the seven seas~

MeriBella MerryBubble

And since there's a pirate, it's no surprised there would be a Merfolk or should i say, a MerCritter! Introducing our last silly, MeriBella MerryBubble! Our energetic and bubbly mermaid and friended with our pirate fox, Archer! Both of them would travel together through the big sea and founding interesting items or places. Though, Meri have an amnesia from her childhood being captured by a Fisherman, causing the girl don't remember her parents or her own age!

But that doesn't stop her from exploring her home! Even if she doesn't remember about her past, she knew that deep down that the ocean is her home and she would embraced the ocean as if the ocean was her own mother figure.

She doesn't remember her age or know if MerCritter even age but does that matter?

[And that is all of our Silly Critters folk! 9 critters? My, my~ the blog going to be quite crowded, don't they? Hahah! And now for the info replies and their tags~]

THE INFO OF THE REPLIES

This is JollyJoy Shiba speaking and his whisper...

This is SleepyKitty RagDoll speaking and his whisper...

This is ArcherySea RedFoxee speaking and his whisper...

This is MeriBella MerryBubble speaking and her whisper...

THE TAGS FOR THEM

-> jollyjoy shiba (Jolly reply)

-> sleepykitty ragdoll (Sleepy reply)

-> archerysea redfoxee (Archer reply)

-> meribella merrybubble (Meri reply)

[Welp, that is all, goodnight/afternoon/morning folks! Enjoy chatting with these new characters~]

#silly critters #smiling critters #smiling critters oc #new characters #jollyjoy shiba #sleepykitty ragdoll #archerysea redfoxee #meribella merrybubble

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donttouchtheneednoggle · 4 years

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They

#i call it 'homosexuals amongst the leaves'#what does it all mean #is it a gay thing it must be a gay thing #no one else gets pretty forest photoshoots #with absolutely no relevance to the episode #nOT complaining #bbc merlin #sir elyan #merlin emrys #i didn't even ship it for gods sake 🤣#i just wanted a brotp but the show's like No #mine #source:farfarawaysite #they're just too criminally pretty

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yakumtsaki · 2 years

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As you guys know, Claire being so into Sugar has been vexing me from the start for obvious, nose-based reasons. I assumed she was either secretly batshit or that Sugar has inherited some hidden sexual talents from Cyn, or both. But finally, I think I’ve cracked the case:

So Claire, like Sugar, has the amazing combo of popularity aspiration + 3 nice points and her LTW is to become a Celebrity Chef. So when I moved her in I thought it’d be cute to give her this ice cream dress like she wants to be a pastry chef and I never thought about it again. But as I was editing pics before, it finally dawned on me: she’s a PASTRY chef and he’s SUGAR. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW❤️

Moving on to something significantly less cute, it’s time for Sophito to begin another day of hoeing. Roxie wouldn’t accept our invite to come over so I pulled a pro gamer move and invited her whole household and she accepted, so we’re about to knock out 3 dates at once! I was feeling so proud of my efficiency-

-that I literally FORGOT ROXIE AND JONAH ARE DATING. LMAO. Literally wtf is my problem, I’ve even done a photoshoot with them.

-ROXIE WHAT THE FUCK HOW COULD YOU -I’M SO SORRY JONAH I JUST WANTED TO SEE WHAT IT’S LIKE TO KISS SOMEONE WHOSE MOUTH SITS AT A NORMAL HEIGHT -Dude, can you just be cool? I was gonna date both you and her brother afterwards, you’re ruining my morning.

Another massive dating success under our belt!

We immediately move on to Edwin without even bothering to say goodbye to his sister whose relationship we just ruined, classic us. I’m like am I cray cray or would Edwin and Sophito actually be a super cute pairing-

-but it looks like we’ll never find out as EDWIN REJECTS THE FUCK OUT OF SOPH. CRY.ING

-Do I look like my slutty sister who’s just gonna make out with any rando fuckboi with a popped collar?? Fuck off!!

STAN EDWIN. ABSOLUTE CHAD WTF. I’m definitely marrying him in later!!

It’s finals day and everyone is frantically last minute studying but Wilfred and Sophito find time to have a nice lunch together!

-Did you poison this burger, Wilfred? -Whaaaat?! Of course not! Do I look like someone who would poison their own cousin over some petty sexual rivalry?

You absolutely do, I didn’t even know ‘cousin-poisoner’ was a social category until now but man you have the entire look down.

-Alright then, why don’t you just tell me what ingredients you used.

-The usual! Buns, ground meat, lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup.. drain cleaner.. -Did you just whisper ‘drain cleaner’? -Of course not, that would be stupid and also a criminal confession! Oh man, 8 hours till finals?? Time to get going!!!

I don’t know how to even react to this information BUT SUGAR WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT GOT AN A+. WHAT IS HAPPENING

-Maybe if June spent a little less time worrying about Erik’s lack of funds and more time studying she’d have kept the top spot, am I right, darling? HAHA

BRUH

-Friendship over with Sugar, now Sophito is my favorite nephew! -Hi June, what about me? :( -Oh I don’t know, Reginald, how much did you spend on rugs today?? -Never mind :(

Oh is that that Almeric Face 1 Twin Guy? Let’s go ask him out!

-Hey Almeric Face 1 Twin Guy ;) -My name is Aldric. -That sucks, Almeric is a way cooler name. -I know >:( -Don’t worry, it doesn’t really matter-

-because I just decided during our date that I want to fall in love with Kea!❤️

WHAT. YOU’VE NEVER ROLLED THIS BEFORE WTF

-Ya, I’ve figured out that Cheerleader Kea is the one for me after all!

But you only had one date three semesters ago, you don’t even have a crush on her??

-I’ll get one!

What about Eliza???

-Eliza has a lot of thoughts and opinions and demands and Wilfreds. Cheerleader Kea only has cheers!

Alright then, I guess? We’ll ask her out?

-Great, and then I’ll ask her to marry me!

YOU’RE GONNA WHAT

-I’m on a date with Almeric here, you’re being rude. -Aldric. -Whatever.

#gen 3 #ts2

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isabella-111 · 2 years

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hi lovely!!

so for your celebration i wanted <3

so im quite bad at describing myself but anyway: im a ravenclaw, scorpio, infj (if that matters lmao), bookworm, i love taylor swift, i seek for academic validation, i have shoulder length brunette hair with the under part dyed hair and i love taking pics of everything

the fandoms im in are marvel, gilmore girls, hs, b99, obx and criminal minds

congrats on your celebration<33

A/N: you give off the best vibe !! Wrote this in the car so if theres any misspellings thats probably why hope you like it :)

I ship you with Spencer reid

- your basically his dream girl

Your ambitious,studious , competitive, and unique and he absolutely loves it

- 100% annotates books for you

- you guys probably have so many conversations/debates on the books you guys are read

- on his days off just cuddling and reading together is the go too

- if you guys feel like going out you probably walk to your favorite bookstore. Which includes a in prompt due photoshoot together (even tho he doesn’t love pictures he loves you and if that makes you happy hes more then happy to do it )

-every Sunday you guys go to the farmers market which has your favorite record store ( he doesn’t exactly have music taste so you have to show him the good music)

- probably made a playlist on his phone with all your favorite songs and listens to them on the plane rides just so he has a piece of you with him even when your far apart

- could and has spent hours talking about all your guys favorite artists updates with Penelope

- he 100% loves taylor and Harry ‘s music. Absolutely analyses the shit out of there music

Bonus : you bought him a “im a child of divorce” sticker with harry and Taylor’s face on it and he was like “ well it’s accurate but i dont see how taylor and harry have anything to do with it”

#spencer x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #hotch x reader #remus lupin #mauraders #remus lupin x reader #harry potter #hp headcanon #celebration #seriously send a request #requests #fezco x reader #elliot euphoria

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fandom-imagines · 4 years

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Thank you

Fandom: Death Note

Pairing: L X Reader

Warnings: Emotional and physical abuse.

Words: 3k

A/N: I’m in a death note phase again. I wrote this instead of doing my essay oops.

Being the girlfriend of a worldwide, secret detective was hard.

Relationships were hard enough as it is but having to make sure both the partners names were kept hidden made it even harder. Then there’s the constant travelling that takes place along with many other things.

Basically, the relationship between L Lawliet and Y/N Y/S/N was a complicated one. Don’t get me wrong, they were both madly in love with the other, but that didn’t make it any less hard.

“Y/N!” A high-pitched voice sounded from behind the aforementioned couple.

That’s Misa, Y/N’s best friend and often co-worker. The two met at a photoshoot where they became fast friends, the pair being able to work together due to their celebrity status.

“Hi, Misa.” A soft smile crawled onto the Y/H/C-haired girls’ lips.

She usually loved seeing Misa, but today all she wanted was to go back to her house and chill, maybe with Lawliet, maybe not. Who knows? Not her.

“Hi, Ryuzaki.” Misa greeted her best friends’ boyfriend, albeit unknowingly, before grasping her small hand around Y/N’s arm. “Bye, Ryuzaki!” Were her final words as she dragged Y/N away, unaware that she was desperately mouthing “sorry” towards her boyfriend.

“Light won’t even take me on a date, Y/N/N!” Misa whined, still talking about her ‘boyfriend’, “Isn’t that so unfair?”

“Very.” Y/N mumbled, turning the page on her magazine which lay in front of her.

She was currently lying across Misa’s bed, the pink sheets creasing beneath her. The girl’s legs were crossed in the air, the entire weight of her body being placed solely on her stomach. The magazine she was reading was something she had bought on the way back to Misa’s, hoping to share opinions on outfits or gossip about latest celebrities, something that the pair had done since they met.

“Are you even listening, Y/N/N?” The blonde continued to whine upon realizing that her friend was no longer listening to her boy drama.

“Sorry, just deep in thought.” Y/N’s words weren’t necessarily a lie, she was deep in thought just not about something she wished to share.

Misa didn’t know about Lawliet and Y/N’s relationship, nobody did. That was how they liked it. No one could intervene, no drama or anything of the sort. Just the two of them, happy, together.

Oh how she longed to be with him right now. The two of them together, even if they were just sitting in HQ together whilst working on the Kira case that they had been working on for months now. That was how they had met: the Kira case.

Y/N knew of his involvement, her father worked as a detective, similar to Lights. That was how she joined the investigation despite being a student. Both her father and close friend, Light, recommended her.

However, that friendship was slowly fading as she found out more and more evidence that made her suspect Light of being Kira. She’s smart, very smart, that’s why she got along with both geniuses. She fit in well with the two. But the more she investigated the case, the more she realized that Light could possibly be behind the mass murders that were causing terror across the world, especially Japan.

“Ooh! What about? Is it a boy?” Misa was now sat up on the ground, arms wrapped tightly around the yellow pillow that she was previously sitting on. Her loose blonde locks fell down her back as well as over the pillow. She looked absolutely beautiful.

How did Light not love her back?

“Shut up.” The other girl huffed, tossing a pillow from Misa’s bed into the face of the owner, giggling as Misa fell backwards onto the soft carpet before bursting into a fit of giggles herself.

“You have to tell me!” The words left Misa’s lips between giggles as she recomposed herself.

“No!”

“Yes~”

The two argued back and forth for around five minutes before giving up, and bursting into a giggle fit once again, something that was common between the pair.

“So, you like someone?” Misa wiggled her eyebrows in amusement at the fact that her best friend was finally interested in someone other than fictional characters. “Tell me everything.”

Without revealing who it was, Y/N began to tell her about her ‘crush’, despite said crush actually being her boyfriend of a few months now. Ensuring that no significant details were released which could identify the man, she told her everything. Blushing was something new to her, but neither Misa nor Y/N complained. It was a refreshing change for them both.

“Wow,” The model let out a breath she wasn’t aware that she was holding once Y/N had poured her heart out, slightly at least. “I never knew you were capable of such feelings, Y/N/N!”

“Stop teasing me~” Y/N’s hands covered her blushing face, words becoming muffled behind the skin. “This is embarrassing enough as it is,” a groan left her lips as she continued her sentence. “Besides, I doubt he even likes me back.” The final words were mumbled, self-doubt settling in as she realized that her boyfriend might not actually love her.

Logically, Y/N knew that L wouldn’t use her, or at least she hopes, and that he genuinely did value her and her opinion. He enjoyed her company and didn’t find her annoying. He really did love her, despite not having admitted it.

“Sure he does! You’re great, Y/N/N.” Misa grinned at her best friend, unknowingly providing her with a source of comfort.

“Thanks, Misa.” A sigh left the other girls lips, a sinking feeling of doubt looming over her. “I should probably get home, it’s getting late. Goodnight, Misa.”

“Goodnight, Y/N!”

Instead of heading home Y/N decided to take a late-night stroll.

The dark sky was littered with bright stars, a nice change from the usual plain nights sky in Japan. It gave an almost comforting feel to the stroller, reminding her of her childhood when she would stay up late to stare up at the midnight sky with a genuine belief that it was the world watching over her, much like the moon which was ‘following’ her everywhere she went to make sure she was safe.

It was childish, yes, but she was a child so what do you expect?

The Y/H/C-haired girl observed her breath as she exhaled. It was cold which wasn’t a huge surprise considering that it was nearing December now; winter time. Despite being extremely cold, she decided that it wasn’t time to head home just yet. Her mind wasn’t entirely clear and it wasn’t exactly in her best interest to go home with an overthinking mind, so he continued her walk.

The sound of her shoes hitting the ground was one of the only things she could hear other than the occasional passing car or truck. The streetlights lit up her view, being the only thing that did so and Y/N internally thanked whoever put them up considering she wouldn’t be able to use the torch on her phone as it had died long ago. The odd passing-by car provided her with some light also, although it wasn’t much.

It wasn’t until around 1am when she finally decided she should head home.

The house was deadly silent as she entered, but the lights were still alight, leaving the daughter of the local baker and detective confused.

“Mum?” The girls voice was slightly quiet in case she was asleep whilst still being loud enough for anyone seated downstairs to hear.

“Where have you been?!” Her mothers voice was incredibly loud, making Y/N cringe and wince. “I’ve been worried sick! How could you make your mom worry like this?”

Ah, there comes the guilt tripping. Y/N’s thoughts were awfully loud, and she cursed herself internally.

“Sorry, mom.” A frown had made its way onto her lips as she apologized.

Sure, she probably should have warned her that she was going for a walk, but there was no need to guilt trip her.

“You should be. Now go to your room!”

She simply ran upstairs.

The bags under Y/Ns’ eyes almost matched Ryuzaki’s the following day.

She hadn’t gotten any sleep that night as she replayed every bad moment with her mother sine childhood and believe me, there was a lot of them.

Her mother hadn’t been the best parent to say the least. She was never physically abusive, but the mental scars from her words and actions had taken a toll on her daughter throughout the years.

“Are you okay?” Lights words were full of concern upon noticing the girls tired composure. The way she stood further proved that she was exhausted considering how she was slumped over. Hands shaking also, Light was genuinely concerned, despite his status as Kira, something he knew that she suspected. “You look terrible, no offence.”

“I’m fine.” Her words were quiet, almost silent, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to give a completely response but she figured those words would suffice and he would hopefully leave her alone.

Whilst concerned, Light knew not to push things when someone didn’t want to talk, so he didn’t push it further, favouring to ask if she was going to the HQ later which she was.

“Ryuzaki isn’t in today,” Lights words caught her attention, finally pulling her from her trance, “he’s working on the investigation.”

“Oh,” while her response was short, the criminal still cheered internally, glad that he had stopped her worrying, even if it was for a split second.

For the entire day she was completely ‘out of it’, unable to concentrate or even form a coherent sentence and she mentally kicked herself at her so-called failure. However she was slightly grateful that there was no exam today, knowing she would have most definitely failed. She probably wouldn’t have been able to write more than three words.

Y/N’s walk to HQ was lonely as she desperately craved some human contact.

She really needed a hug.

As though in a trance, the girl scanned herself into HQ and headed towards the main room where she knew everyone would be.

“Hi, Y/N,” Matsuda’s cheerful greeting caught Ryuzaki’s attention. Well, more like the name of the person he was greeting.

Nobody could have known however, unaware of the short-lived glance he had spared towards her. This short glance told him a lot: she hadn’t slept, she was deep in thought and she felt… crap.

This worried the detective immensely. He really did care for the girl; a lot more than he would admit. Not that he didn’t want to, he just didn’t know how she would react and didn’t want to risk facing rejection.

It would hurt.

“Hi.” The response she gave Matsuda was blunt, emotionless which L wasn’t happy to hear.

She never used that tone. She was usually cheerful. It must be bad.

“You guys can go for a break. You’ve been here most of today and it’s not nearing 5pm.” L’s words matched his girlfriends tone as usual, uncaring about the relief his words had just provided the others on the case. “Except you.” His gaze was now fixated on his love, making her internally curse at herself for being so obvious about her low mood.

The raven-haired detective waited for everyone to leave, stare unmoving as he observed Y/N’s every move and she walked towards the chair opposite him.

“What is it?” Y/N’s gaze was cast towards the ground, not wanting L to see her like this. “I’m sorry.” Her words were quick, worried that he was going to say something that would simply upset her more. “I-I didn’t mean too.”

L’s cold hand gently grasped her chin, lifting her face so that they could look at each other and he cringed slightly as he saw the tear threatening to fall from her eyes.

Okay, he is now really worried.

“What’s wrong?” His words were quiet but still laced with genuine concern, along with his eyes. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing, really.” The words stumbled from her lips, only worrying him more. “C-can I just go today? Please.”

L simply nodded, watching as she dashed from the HQ and out of his sight.

“Why do you keep disappearing?” Y/N’s mothers voice was the first thing she heard as she walked through the door.

“Please, leave me alone.” Y/N begged, simply wishing to be alone.

She made an attempt to dash upstairs, only to be stopped by her mothers tight grip around her wrist as she spun her around to face her. A hash slap hit the younger girls face with such a force that they both knew would leave a mark the following day.

“Y-Y/N…” Upon realisation of what she had just done, her tight grip around her daughters wrist loosened, hand dropping to her side.

“Never talk to me again.” YN’s words were quiet yet laced with venom before she finally dashed up to her room, one goal in mind:

Leave.

Her movements were quick as she packed her bag, tears leaking from her eyes in both pain and sadness,

Within minutes her bag was packed, tossed over her shoulder before she ran downstairs.

“Please don’t leave.” Her mother’s plead fell on deaf ears, the only response coming from the closing of the door as she watched her daughter leave, neither of them knowing if she would ever return.

It was cold. Very cold and Y/N cursed herself for not bringing a jacket, being in a skirt and t-shirt which was the same outfit she had worn to school today.

Shivering, she began her long walk towards HQ, something she knew would take a long time.

“What happened to you?” Detective Yagami’s voice was filled with panic upon seeing the tear stains on her cheeks as well as the bright red bruising hand-mark.

Lawliet payed no attention to his remark, simply assuming that Matsuda had had a clumsy accident yet again.

“Please, can I just sit down?” Was what captured his attention, the soft and exhausted voice being one he recognised immediately.

“O-of course.” Soichiro’s words were rushed as he signalled towards the seat he had previously occupied which Y/N gratefully took.

L spun on his chair to look at the girl, breath hitching as he took in her appearance.

He caught her gaze and she had looked up after hearing the spinning of the chair and she thanked whatever gods there were that it was simply the three of them.

“Detective Yagami would you mind if we have a moment?” L’s stare was unmoving as Yagami nodded, leaving the room.

“R-Ryu…” Her voice sounded broken, eyes filled with pain and he soon noticed the bag on the ground, quickly coming to the conclusion that something had happened at home, presumably with her mother, and she had ran away.

L quickly climbed onto his feet, opening his arms which Y/N gladly ran into, breaking down into sobs. His hand placed itself on her hair, burying itself into her hair as her face buried into his chest. L was uncaring as her tears soaked through his white tee; he only cared that she was okay. They stood like that for a long time, L providing comfort she didn’t know she needed.

“Come on,” L broke the silence as his girlfriend calmed down, her breath evening out, “lets get you to a room.” He offered her a hand as she pulled away, one she took with extreme gratitude, appreciating that it must have been hard for him to give her any affection.

Their hands never parted as they climbed the stairs of the HQ, heading towards Y/N’s new room. Ryuzaki had thrown her bag over his shoulder, the heavy weight of the bag not affecting him one bit.

The room was empty, and it was clear nobody was staying there.

The noise of the bag dropping to the ground was loud, startling Y/N whilst Lawliet remained unaffected, having been the one that had caused the noise; not that it would have scared him anyway.

Y/N was led towards the made bed by the detective, sitting herself down as he wordlessly instructed before taking a seat beside her.

“I’m sorry for being such a bother.” She apologised, making L shake his head in disagreement.

“You could never be a bother, Y/N. Not to me.” His words were less monotone than usual, less devoid of feeling. There was a genuine tone coming from him. “Matsuda’s a bother, not you.” He spoke which made the shorter girl chuckle, something she felt she hadn’t done in ages, despite it having only been a day, #

“Thanks, Ryu. For everything.”

“It’s my pleasure.” His arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her closely towards him until her warmth was felt by him. “I-“ He paused as he began to speak, extremely aware of what he was about to say.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, confused at his sudden silence.

“I love you.” His words were quiet, almost unheard had it not been for the fact that the room was deadly silent.

The pair fell into an awkward silence for a moment before L got up to leave, apologising as he did so.

“Wait,” Y/N’s hand wrapped around his own, “I love you too.”

A small smile made its way onto both of their lips, L walking back over to the girl until he was stood directly in front of her. She watched closely as he bent down, unsure of what he was about to do. The second his lips touched her forehead a huge blush flowed across her cheeks.

“R-Ryu…?” Her embarrassed voice sounded, the only response she earned from him being a small smile before he gave her a pat on the head, turning to leave.

“Thank you.” She called, making him stop in the doorway.

“Anytime, Y/N/N.” The use of the nickname only made her blush harder.

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Knives of ill repute #5: Okapi

[Part of the series Knives of Ill Repute.]

A direct descendant of the Spanish navaja and the French cra-cra, the Okapi is an ideal folding knife for rowdy discontented youths: mass-produced, cheap, fancy, and noisy. Okapi is technically the name of the German manufacturer, which made lots of other knives in the 20th century, but now we mostly mean these ones, with wood or bakelite handles, the iconic moon-and-stars decoration (optional), and more importantly, the ring and the ratchet. The Okapi gained a bad rap in two separate instances, in Jamaica in the 1960s and in South Africa from the 2000s.

In Jamaica, it was associated with the rude boy subculture, which came out of shanty-towns in the late ‘60s and took Kingston by storm. Petty gangs, street violence, turf wars, plenty of reasons for discontent, and lots of playing (and occasionally stabbing) with Okapi knives, called simply “ratchets”.

Better Mus’ Come (dir. Storm Saulter, 2010: “The film follows warring political factions in 1970s Jamaica as they enlist the support of gangs to enforce their policies, and advance their political agenda.”

The local music scene – reggae, rocksteady and ska – often talked about rudies and their knives, with some ambivalence. Half of the time it glorified them, as in “Tougher than Tough (Rudies Don’t Fear)” by Derrick Morgan: “Now this court is in session and I order all you rude boys to stand. You’re brought here for gun shooting, ratchet using, and bomb throwing. Now tell me rude boys, what do you have to say for yourselves?” “Your Honour, rudies don’t fear. Rougher than rough, tougher than tough, strong like lion, we are iron!”

But other times the scene – or Jamaica, for that matter – was not at all impressed, it scolded them (“Simmer down” already!), and criticised them, as here by The Slickers: “Walking down the road with a ratchet in your waist, Johnny you’re too bad.”

(And if ska weren’t enough, here’s some more dad rock for ya: Keith Richards got an Okapi in Kingston at some point and made it his EDC, he did photoshoots with it and would use it to open bottles of bourbon and shit, I think he still carries it if he’s still alive. Is he?)

Okapi knives were originally manufactured in 1902 for export to Germany’s colonies. In 1988, production (tools and trademark) moved to South Africa, and the wide availability of this cheap but fancy knife soon made it a tool of choice for people, including troublemakers.

By 2010, police were complaining that criminals prefer Okapis to firearms, that “80%” of stabbings are inflicted specifically by Okapis (allegedly; never trust cops), and that they should be classified as dangerous weapons (which could result in a prison sentence for simple possession). We’re still talking about a cheap folding knife that’s routinely carried by anyone, young and old, urban and rural, men and women. So they were not, in fact, classified as such.

That said, the tsotsi (thugs) of Johannesburg and Cape Town and the rural provinces absolutely carry Okapi knives, since they are both disposable and effectively untraceable, AND fancy, for maximum swagger and showing off. They’re also customisable. Custom jobs are a whole thing, you can end up with…

…what even is that, is it a knife any more? Does it cut? If you ask me it’s a morale breaker, that’s what it is.

[Part of the series Knives of Ill Repute.]

#Knives of ill repute #tools of the trade #how to stab #okapi #folding knife #south africa #jamaica #trs

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Pedro for Icon ElPaís (10-02/20)

By Juan Sanguino • Photographer: Danielle-Degrasse-Alston • Stylist: Warren Alfie Baker Related: photoshoot / list of articles / en Español

The first big opportunity in his career was presented in 2011, when he participated in a pilot episode of Wonder Woman for NBC, but the network discarded the series and Pedro Pascal returned to his main occupation: to play the criminal of the week in Law and Order. “That cancellation was a disappointment, of course, I wanted to work. I did not care if it was something good or bad, I just wanted to work," he recalls today from his Los Angeles home during a virtual conversation with ICON. Now Pascal plays the villain of Wonder Woman 1984, one of the blockbusters destined to return audiences to movie theaters.

How can you not believe in fate? The boy who broke his arm twice playing Indiana Jones has ended up becoming the favorite hero of kids, as the bounty hunter in The Mandalorian, his parents, as Agent Peña in Narcos, and, well, everyone's as Oberyn Martell, The Red Viper in Game of Thrones. When Pedro was little, the good guys were always white and the bad guys were Russian, Arab or Latino. The Wonder Woman 1984 villain, however, is a white billionaire played by a Chilean.

“The film is set in the United States in the eighties, which were marked by capitalism and greed. It was a tainted concept of evil. Stripped of humanity, but still absolutely attractive and alluring. People who dreamed of being rich and successful had to be salivated. It is true that at that time villains in the cinema projected a xenophobic image. Now, the white man finally can be the bad guy.”

Some already compare his character, Maxwell Lord, to Donald Trump because of that muck in this mud: Reagan's glorification of rogue moguls in America turned guys like Trump into aspirational “role models” and “glamorous stars”.

“Trump was not the core of inspiration for my character. Our costume designer's vision based on Gordon Gekko from Wall Street, American Psycho's Patrick Bateman and other suckers in expensive eighties suits. All those millionaires who hid despair, unbridled ambition and terrifying masculinity.”

If Pedro Pascal sounds like a socialist infiltrated in Hollywood it is because that is exactly what he is.

“When Reagan was elected, many people around me were frustrated that the worst forms of capitalism was winning. In my home, with refugee and socialist parents, conservatism was not demonized, but it did go against what was important to my family.”

Pascal's father, José Balmaceda, was an Allende supporter doctor who saved the life of a priest wounded by Pinochet's militia. The priest was later tortured and ended up confessing the name of his savior. When the police went to look for Balmaceda at the hospital where he worked, he took his wife and the newborn Pedro, jumped over the wall of the Venezuelan embassy in Santiago de Chile to request political asylum. Pedro ended up growing up in San Antonio, Texas, in a socialist home, but in Reagan's land. A Chilean with no memories of Chile who was called Peter in high school.

Pascal has never left the immigrant mentality behind. Even his father, who opened his practice in California, always lived in terror that at any moment everything could vanish.

“It doesn't matter who you are, how much you are working or how much you get paid. Deep down you always think that each job is the last one.“

Maybe that's why he didn't dare to move from his Red Hook, Brooklyn, hovel to a home more suitable for a Hollywood star until filming for Kingsman 2 and Narcos was over. Nor that he had spent more than a full week at his house since Game of Thrones made him the guy most people want to party with.

Pascal knew right away that Oberyn Martell, the “Westeros’ rockstar” who always seemed ready to fight or fornicate with the same bravado, was going to change his life.

“I had done a lot of castings for friends' plays, for copy factory ads or for very serious independent films that no one was going to see, while I watched how many characters that I had been about to play changed the lives of other actors. And thanks to my experience and maturity, I recognized the potential of Oberyn. I understood who he was and who he could be.”

The actor found out about the audition when one of his acting students told him that he had auditioned but had been discarded because of his youth. Pedro snapped up and must have thought, "What would Oberyn do?" So he recorded a video on his phone and sent it to his good friend, actress Sarah Paulson, who passed it on to her good friend actress Amanda Peet, who then showed it to her husband, David Benioff, one of the creators of Game of Thrones. The rest is history of television and headaches: when he was informed by the Narcos producer he was chosen to play Pablo Escobar's pursuing policeman, he accused him of making a spoiler for Game of Thrones: if Pascal had a free agenda, it is because Oberyn was going to lose his fight against The Mountain. Of course, he couldn't imagine how.

Part of that electric, lively and hedonistic energy of Oberyn comes from Pascal’s summer of 1996 he spent in Madrid, where in addition to studying, he also worked as a go-go dancer in a disco. That stay was transformative, because the actor realized: throughout his life he had had to adapt his identity with each new move, but in Madrid he felt effortlessly at home.

“I was 20 years old and I liked it so much that I almost moved. My main language is English, I have an American accent and I can pass for white. But in my house there were many cultural differences with respect to the outside world and I remember that when I was 20 years old, and arrived in Madrid, I felt very comfortable in my own skin in a way, that I had never felt anywhere else. I guess, I was not aware that I had spent my childhood and adolescence learning new ways of adapting, connecting, and learning. On the contrary, living in Madrid was organic and easy for me. I made friends right away and I felt supported.”

By the time he was 40, Pascal was already resigned to being an actor with enough odd jobs to pay the rent. According to him, his aquiline nose was a bad feature by Hollywood standards. Far from being offended or frustrated by this typecasting, he was always looking forward to it, if it translated into a new check.

“It is very strange to develop a fantasy as a child, to have the opportunity to turn it into a hobby, then to study and finally transform all that into a career. That is the bet. But my dream of becoming the next Leonardo DiCaprio died.”

He died dozens and dozens of times. So to move on, he had to accept that, at best, he was going to be an actor with a job. That was already a triumph.

“In addition, I accepted I was not qualified for anything else, I had no more skills: I had to put all my time, my energy and my concentration in being an actor and the rest in living life and having fun."

That absence of vanity lives on today, even when he's been involved in large-scale projects for five years without stopping. After Game of Thrones, he has made eight films, of which seven are action blockbusters. The wave of fame came to him when he no longer expected it but when he was well prepared to ride it. Still, every workday is a surprise and he acknowledges that what amazes him most about Hollywood is the sheer physical stamina that people have.

“Sometimes a project can look like building a city: with all the hours, all the work and energy it requires. Some people have better stamina and can get by with little sleep. That is an interesting contradiction: all the people creatively involved in a film have a special sensitivity and at the same time they have developed a very tough skin and energy to go through the physical experience of shooting it.”

Then Pascal switches to Spanish (the language he uses to confess intimacies) and explains, in a nutshell, that he is old for this shit.

“I thought I had all the energy in the world, and now, in my 40s, I see that ... wow! There are times when I don't know if I will be able to reach the goal, because my energy is not at the necessary level. But I always take it forward.”

Maybe that's why people get so high in Hollywood. Pascal responds between laughter and again in Spanish.

“I already took all my drugs very early. It is something that is already too much in the past, and in middle age a hangover is not an option. No, no, no.”

What if the other hangover, the wave of fame, runs over you?

“I was a good waiter. Not at first, because they fired me many times, but I ended up getting the hang of it,” he jokes. If the Hollywood thing doesn't go well, you can always serve drinks again. But at the moment, Pedro Pascal is the personification that American dream, although sometimes it takes a little longer to materialize. Even Ronald Reagan would be proud.

#Pedro Pascal #pp article

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