Also: Real Question Genuine Question Did Anyone Else Have The Childhood Experience Of Being Convinced

okay... please assume they're clothed and not just poorly drawn blobs... i won't tag this, it doesn't deserve to be in moonriver tag

Day 4. Deception

may I offer you another platonic ship in these trying times

I really need to write something romantic just to push myself out of my comfort zone, but yeah, here's plot

a short summary:

Near marvels at spacecrafts. Near commits crimes. Near doesn't miss Light.

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

Day 2

18. Duality

Near sees Light while stairing at his broken reflection... Is it really him? He's dead...

@dnrarepairweek

call me crazy but i don't really like part 2 of yuumori...

i may or may not elaborate, just bored rn

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

in-ear || a light/takada ficlet

rated E • <1k words • read on ao3 • for @dnrarepairweek

“Kiss her, Light-kun.”

Matsuda’s voice in my ear feels more like a mosquito than my trusted advisor, but the idea of Matsuda as a trusted advisor is laughably insane to begin with.

I don’t want to kiss her. What I want to do is rip out my earpiece, run to the bathroom, and throw up my guts until I am embraced by death’s loving arms.

Unfortunately, that would require pulling my dick out of Takada, who is currently clenched around me to the point where I fear I might need WD-40 to remove myself. Maybe I can infect myself with botulism in the next two minutes.

I know from last time that Takada would continue until I finished, and my lack of a vagina makes that impossible to fake. She’s sitting on top of me, caressing herself with lascivious performativity, fingers in her short, black hair.

It looks almost like L’s.

I try not to think about him, but he surfaces again and again. He’s like herpes. You might clear him for a couple of weeks, a month, even—but eventually he’ll return like the pus-filled boil he is. Was.

To make one thing absolutely clear, L and I never had sex, despite the myriad allegations and off-color jokes suggesting the contrary. Sex is for people who love each other—or, at least, like each other. What L and I did was far more disgusting.

“Light,” Matsuda sighs into my ear. “Please take this seriously. Give her a kiss.”

I swallow the bile rising in my throat. Takada’s lips are full and pink. I reach up and run my thumb across the lower one to buy myself time.

“Takada,” I say. “You look so beautiful like this.” I hope my dyspeptic expression can somehow be read as awe.

L and me. I don't know how to explain it. There were knocked-over water glasses and twisted up sheets and handprints on the shower door. It wasn't sex. We didn't even kiss. We merely spoke into each other's mouths. There were moments in the middle of the night where he would turn a certain way, just so, and then I would be on him somehow, struggling to pin him down, my knee at his groin as he grabbed my wrists. My eyes would roll back in my head and I would say his name and everything would go blank, but it wasn't sex.

When the moon cut through the room like a razor, we didn't speak. We could barely even look at each other. I would open my mouth like a goldfish and shut it moments later, having said nothing. I searched for the words I wanted to say to him which were, of course, I love you.

“Good one, Light.” Matsuda’s voice is starting to make me want to kill myself. I look around the room for a weapon. Maybe I could bash my own head in with the tea kettle. I’m so glad there’s a kitchenette in this godforsaken hotel room.

“Light, don’t stop.”

It’s unclear exactly what she doesn’t want me to stop because I’m just lying on my back while she moves all around in a way that feels vaguely good in the highly localized dick region but also makes me spiritually ill. Maybe she doesn’t want me to move my hands from her thighs? I grip them a little tighter.

Her legs are soft and hairless. It’s like fucking a dolphin. L wasn’t especially hirsute, but he was pricklier and bonier than she is. And, like I’ve said until I’m blue in the face, we never had sex, anyway.

Takada lifts her arms up to pull her own hair. It’s a little bit ridiculous, but it makes her breasts look high and round like apples. If you like that sort of thing.

I don’t know if I like anything. I can’t stand Takada, and Mikami is one of the most horrendously obsequious people I’ve ever met. I’m sure I could fuck him if I wanted to, but the thought churns my stomach. And Misa—I can’t even think about her without retching. The thought of fucking her is so repellent that it almost makes me enjoy fucking Takada.

I remember this one time. L had me on my back and was sitting on my chest, breathing hard. He had taken the chain that connected us and wrapped it around my neck. It wasn’t dangerous, but we were play-acting like it was. He squeezed and squeezed until I got so hard I thought I might faint. He didn’t touch me—he just sat on my chest, strangling me, until I came by accident. His presence was immaterial. Like I said, we never had sex.

Takada comes, or pretends to, at least. It's a bizarre display, her trembling and grasping at me and thanking me like I did anything at all. She rolls off me and ambles to the bathroom, looking flirtatiously over her shoulder. From behind, her hair makes her look like L. I don't know why I keep thinking that. He wasn't a woman, and I never saw him naked.

I hate her.

I hate myself.

I should die so I don't have to do this again.

But I can't. The world needs me.

reblog if you think aros and aces (or anyone on the aroace spectrum) are queer

trying to prove something to my mother ^^

reblog if you listen to any of these artists

Cavetown

Laufey

Egg

Girl in Red

Chappell Roan

Conan Gray

Marina

Mitski

Barrett Wilbert Weed

Beach Bunny

SIX

Penelope Scott

Mother Mother

Clairo

Amélie Farren

Liana Flores

Sofia Isella

Emei

Rabbitology

Jorge Rivera-Herrans

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

RATING LIGHT YAGAMI'S OUTFIT pt. 5

from the colored manga. we finally reached the turtleneck yall. (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)

npa light outift. it's timeskip time yall. and he only gets better looking. blue suit is really his deal, seriously. he looks v attractive in this, me think. 8.7/10

sayu's kidnapping outfit. light yagami explain this please? at least the anime get rid of the stripes and make it plain black. this one....uhhh what 😃. i'm no fashion expert but this one is not for you light, sorry. 1.6/10

still fighting L outfit. *sigh* you know, i know that your sister just got kidnapped and all but light please, you look like a 00s (or whatever) boyband member in an mv. the green and black is not too bad, but the white pants? yall laugh at him for wearing khakis but say absolutely nothing about his white pants? 😭. 1.4/10

let him wear a corset outfit. sexy. though it doesn't look quite as special with the jacket on. looks better when he unbuttons it all hehe. and uhhh a corset would work good here light, come on. you said it yourself. 7/10

mafia scheming outfit. not special tbh. he kinda wore this before though, in yotsuba arc? but it's like, different era and he def doesn't have that jacket back then. he looks a lot better in it than his 18 yo self anyway. 5.6/10

i love my girlfriend outfit. he looks like he's wearing a thin short sleeve undershirt here but knowing light it'll probably be a sweater. not much comment but i want to see him without the jacket. 4.7/10

dad pls no outfit. uhhh this color. it doesn't look nice. don't mind the shirt though the all the way zipper kinda makes it awkward. 3.3/10

near is a little shit outfit. okay listen. this. this is good. idk why the shirt turn white in one panel but i like the black ones. he looks so good and attractive. yes sir. i'd forgive his other fashion choices for this. 8.7/10

let's involve takada into this mess outfit. actually. the white pants is not bad in this one. though he looks pretty boring. he just have his undershirt peeks as fashion choice since 2004 huh. 5/10

and now....

the turtleneck™ outfit aka the star of our show.

the outfit where light yagami reached his peak sluttiness. the outfit we know and love, popular for reasons. the reason why i make this series in the first place. idk what obata was on when he made this decision but it's one of his best decision. ever. he ate and left no single crumb. it's angsty, sexy, smart, slutty, and just. no other words. no one can criticize the rating, thank you. 28021984/10