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(Makima just found another underaged overpowered dumbass)

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Might I add (spoilers ahead)

- L has rizz in this drama and gets surrounded by girls

- L does not know Martial arts and gets beaten up by Light in their fistfight

- Matsuda looking like you just took the guy from the anime and brought him to life (good casting fr)

- Ryuk sounding like a joke character most of the time, just twirling around and pointing at things like some cheap comedian

- Why is Light constantly on a rooftop??

- Matsuda and Aizawa bickering more often than in the anime

- Light, LIGHT THE SHINIGAMI EYES WON'T PREVENT YOU FROM DYING IN A FIRE WHY ARE YOU ASKING FOR IT

things that happen in the 2015 death note drama, in no particular order

-ryuk and rem HORRIBLE cgi

-mikami third wheeling light and misa at a maid cafe

-light and L naked together in the shower for no reason. light glances at L's dick

-L taking his shirt off in front of everyone, multiple times

-mello is near's fucked up ventriloquism puppet

-matsuda crouching down to talk to near because he instantly sees near as a child

-light dying in a fucking explosion

-two unironically excellently done emotional scenes between light and soichiro — the fake execution and soichiros death HIT

-the former is slightly ruined by a cut to light's face with a vine boom ass sound effect

-approximately three background tracks that sound royalty-free as fuck

-raye penber giving like three fake names and nearly killing light. also he is unreasonably hot

-ide, naomi and halle lidner are merged into the same character

-yotsuba arc is considerably stupider

-rem lives till the end, so does watari, misa gets to go back to her regular life

-"i wish we could have met some other way" "there was no other way we could have met"

-near and mello telling matsuda to SWAT a mall and he does it

-light gets so incredibly fucking dunked on in the warehouse scene. even MATSUDA knows hes kira at that point

-light is a misa stan

-DEAD MOM TRAUMA

-the notebook swap plot point is both far less stupid and far more stupid

-light and L beat each other up in a garage

-watari is just a silly little guy

-L makes requests to watari by handing him pieces of paper that are just. blatantly blank. and watari looks at them and says "another willful request" WE JUST SAW BOTH SIDES OF THAT THERE WAS NOTHING WRITTEN ON IT

go watch this show.

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I think we gloss over the fact that this man actually knows martial arts too much

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Today on Light Yagami has no practical understanding of martial arts whatsoever:

On the left side, we have L, who we know has martial arts experience. He has his knees bent with the sole of his feet towards Light, which is exactly what they teach you in jiu jitsu. This way you have a solid defence structure and can also easily switch to attacking the other person with your legs (like, destabilize the person or push the them – you have options!).

On the right side, we have Light with his fists drawn, like, that´s going to help him. What´s going to happen if he´d try to punch L? He would not get far, because L would use his legs to defend and as a general rule legs are stronger that arms. So, to be able to punch L, Light would need to get past L´s legs and push them aside and fists are so unhelpful in that. Anyway, Light needs to google how to do a guard pass. In addition, his fighting stance is not even correct – his feet are way too far apart from each other – you´re going to be so instable like that.

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Death Note headcanon: L didn't make eye contact at all as a child but someone tried to teach him to so in defiance L taught himself to stare into people's souls with his huge eyes until they got uncomfortable instead. Muahahaha, who's autistic now?

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"If L's a genius then B's an extreme genius. If L's a freak, then B's an extreme freak."

A moot on Tiktok requested I draw them, so I did and tried to convey the kind of "relationship" they had.

(full sketch and another closeup under the cut)

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L - words

Loneliness. Just another L - word.

It is raining again, November descending heavy upon the world like an omen - good or bad, such a thing was not for mere mortals to decide. Just like the oh-so-many Novembers that slithered their serpentinely long days over the lives of men.

...There it is, the familiar whirring of the computer fans, the blue gleam of the screens in the semi-obscurity of the otherwise austere room, the rhythmical clatter as his fingers run over the keyboard, his mind waging its endless war against the famished darkness of injustice. There he is, my beloved L.

It is no longer just a game for him, not after almost twenty years. If I'm to be honest, I don't believe it was ever that simple, no matter how many times I've heard it, from him, from Near, from Mello - it still hurts to think of Mello, and i guess it always will. That is not a wound L will ever heal from.

He is still gorgeous to me. It's like time barely touched him at all, if not for the little smattering of grey at his temples and the glasses he's still pretending to forget. His posture is less rigid in front of the computers - the orthopedic pillows I bought him seem to be doing their job.

"Maeve?" he calls out to me, his voice the same low monotone. "Could you please bring me some warm tea, if you can?"

He holds his favorite cup out to me, barely glancing at me for one second - he knows I'm here. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't feel more...taken for granted, the way he's only emerging from his cocoon in his own good time. But when he does emerge, there's so much warmth and care he clads me in, that I'm never left wondering about what's in his heart.

"Thank you," he smiles, as his fingers close around mine after I bring his...sugar with tea - yet another thing that has remained the same.

"Will you be long tonight?" I ask him, my hand warm on his still hunched shoulders.

He just hums in response, taking a long sip of his tea. "Just...reflecting."

I know what he's reflecting on. It's not like, tonight of all nights, the thought would be far from my mind as well. But it's him I need, his closeness as an antidote against the crimson speckles of fear neither of us was quite able to shake.

"Reflecting on....Kira?" I ask, the name leaving its familiar vitriol taste in my mouth.

"Amongst other things" L admits. "It feels like a lifetime ago, yet the shadows it cast..."

"...they linger." I finish his sentence. There's a tremor in my voice that I don't even try to hide - I swore never to hide from him anyway. "It's been almost twenty years and I still...I still hear that damned teaspoon falling...."

In less than a blink, L swivels towards me and buries his face against my body, his arms wrapping around me with a sort of childlike desperation. "I still...dream about him looking down on me as I..." his voice cracks and breaks, and I have to keep my heart from doing the same. I hold him close, my fingers tracing soothing patterns over his back and shoulders.

"I know..." I bury my face in his hair. "I can hear you some nights... But we won, L. In the end, you were the light. You still are."

He breaks away, allowing me to slide in the soft plush chair he always keeps as his side, for me, and his hand casually reaching for a green macaron (his favorite) tells me that his inner world has almost shifted back on its rightful axis.

"I never imagined I'd be grateful to Light, you know," he mutters, amused at the way my eyes have surely narrowed on instinct. "Of course, not for the horrors, but..." he trails off.

"But it brought us together." As always, it falls on me to form the words to the thoughts he cannot express. "Which means we won twice, eh?"

He smiles again. "Remind me to never place you in undercover work," he snickers. "Unless you'd actually be supposed to impersonate someone Canadian, that is," he continues apologizingly, making me laugh as I steal one of his cookies in mock revenge.

......And in this brief moment in the grand scheme of things, all is well.

Life. Laughter. Love. All so many beautiful L - words.

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"Look at me, Y/N."

L speaks to you, his voice commanding as he cradles your face with both hands. It's a gesture that's foreign to you, considering how dainty he was with holding things. You know that he heard you the first time despite you mumbling the words, but you also knew his habit of extracting confessions from people, no matter how trivial that detail was. His palms, warm against your cheeks, and his proximity make your heart skip a beat.

"Look at me and say that to me again, I want you to be clear with your requests please..." He demands from you. Even when he was demanding, he still made an effort to be polite. It's incredibly endearing.

"I... " you hesitate for a moment and draw in a breath to take courage before you continue. "I want to kiss you again, if that's alright with you..."

He stares at you, his eyes a dark lake that seemed to draw you in the longer his gaze lingered, and speaks in his usual monotone.

"Good girl/boy. That wasn't very hard now, was it?"

You wanted to respond but his lips were now in the way.

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misa appreciation <333333

and also that one emo freak or whatever

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I like how my family is literally so chill when I just start howling while reading manga.

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"Look at me, Y/N."

L speaks to you, his voice commanding as he cradles your face with both hands. It's a gesture that's foreign to you, considering how dainty he was with holding things. You know that he heard you the first time despite you mumbling the words, but you also knew his habit of extracting confessions from people, no matter how trivial that detail was. His palms, warm against your cheeks, and his proximity make your heart skip a beat.

"Look at me and say that to me again, I want you to be clear with your requests please..." He demands from you. Even when he was demanding, he still made an effort to be polite. It's incredibly endearing.

"I... " you hesitate for a moment and draw in a breath to take courage before you continue. "I want to kiss you again, if that's alright with you..."

He stares at you, his eyes a dark lake that seemed to draw you in the longer his gaze lingered, and speaks in his usual monotone.

"Good girl/boy. That wasn't very hard now, was it?"

You wanted to respond but his lips were now in the way.

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L will literally be talking about an important detail in the manga and the speech bubble would be written over his feet.

I find it so funny.

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hey its the guy!

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CLOWN NOTE

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HET THEY ARE REAL!!!!!!!

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"L was blatantly in love with Naomi" Huh? Um, did we read the same book???