#[ ...cant just rem keep teaching him ]

[humanitysong]

"......wait. I have to go to school?" with other kids? isn't the school age seven?! he's just over a year old.

[s41l0rm00nz]

Night Owl

remus lupin x reader

cw: smut, remus is a lil mean (mayb a lil ooc) but mans is TIRED!, hinted overstim, hinted poly!wolfstar at the end bc i cant help but indulge

not proofread so ignore any mistakes lovlies

i luv remus hes such a big brain rot 4 me. hope u guys like this xx

night owls. they’re a challenge to get to bed, especially you.

remus had done everything in his power to get you to come to bed. he’s tried coaxing you, reading softly to you, watching a movie, shutting the lights off for 15 minutes only for you to whine that you couldn’t sleep. that you were needy.

there was more on that list but god was remus running out of options and the only thing he could think of was this:

your head was stuffed in the pillow, tears rolling down your face as remus thrusted deep into you. it was about maybe the third round? despite that, your moans still echoed off the walls even with the rasp in your voice as remus grunted into your ear.

“think i just had to fuck the energy out you, hm?” his voice was hoarse, laced with sleep in it while he gripped your head tightly. “maybe that’ll get you to stop being all whiney when m’trying to sleep.”

“m’sorry rem- can’t help it! took a nap today! and-and-” you sobbed, trying to explain yourself. gasp muffled into the into the pillow when remus hit a new angle.

“didn’t i say not to take a nap?” he tsked. “you never listen, love. think m’gunna have to t-teach you a lesson tomorrow, yeah?” he moaned at the way you clenched around him, using your love handles to pound into you.

“n-no!” you squeal loudly

“n-no!” remus mocked in a high voice, “did this to y’self, love.“ remus grabbed your hair, he straightened his back then pulled you up. your back was flush against his chest, head next to his neck as you screamed out in pleasure. this new position caused him to hit right where you needed it and oh- did it feel delicious.

remus could feel every clench, every drip of slick and every convulsion your body had to give him. you were close and he could sense it, his thrust going deeper as you fuck back onto him.

“can i come, remus? p-please? fuck-“ you whined, grabbing onto nothing but air as you repeatedly clenched around his cock.

remus let go of your hair, causing you to drop face forward into the pillows under you. you felt slightly winded which added to the buzzing pleasure in your body. “i jus’ wanna come? please? plea-” tears slipped out from your eyes in pleasure as remus shushed you.

“shh..” remus cooed, “go ahead, love. come for me. thats i-it- fuck!” as your thighs shake and your pussy aches around remus’ cock he can’t help but cum as well, not giving up his thrusting to prolong both orgasms. when he finally slows he collapses next to you, keeping his dick plugged snuggly into you and pulling your face into his chest as you started to fade into sleep.

remus noticed the way your heart rate went back to a normal pace, how your breathing had grown light and how peaceful you looked with your eyes closed. remus was about to do the same thing when sirius shuffled into the room, towel around his waist and hair wet. how long had he been home for?

“seems like you two had fun.” sirius joked, teasing the only other person awake “had to take a cold shower the moment i walked into the flat- god we’re gunna get complaints.” sirius said nonchalantly as he grabbed a mix of his clothes and remus’

remus couldn’t help but flush at the thought, groaning softly when sirius continued the teasing.

and remus thought- maybe. just maybe it was a good thing you were a night owl.

[flosalatus]

Role swap au rambling:

The crash was an accident, Vash still gave Nai the codes, Nai was going to, but hesitated at the last second. Something went wrong and they crashed anyway

Vash blamed Nai anyway, even if he insisted he didn't do it. They had a huge argument over it and Vash ran away.

A lot of his childhood goes the same as canon, actually. The main diferences being Nai isnt the bad guy here and just kind did his own thing IG and

Vash can't handle his trauma.

Vash turns 'bad guy' because his psyche just...snaps. Maybe theres a trigger, maybe not, but one day he decides he cant take it, humans dont deserve plants if they cant treat his sisters right. He takes things into his own hands.

So he starts taking them. He never directly harms a human, not unless pushed to, like if they threaten his life, shoot to kill first but;

Neither does he show care or remose to the state he's leaving them in by taking away their Plants. He reasons they'd be without one soon either way, since they're killing her. At least hes saving one life here. The important one. His sister could go on to help another town, one that will treat her better. The people here have proven beyond saving.

And that's another thing. If a town can prove to him they'll respect and look after a plant. He'll leave her there, help her heal if he needs to and keeps tabs on them, ready to take her away if they fail, but he doesn't just take perfectly healthy plants for no reason. He only takes the one already sick, dying from mistreatment.

Vash also quickly started to come across and amass 'followers'. People who saw him as some avenging angel giving out divine punishment. People who saw Vash and the Plants as divine beings, angels, deities even.

He never stopped them from worshiping him, pays little attention to what the cult does in his name to random people, as long as they do what he asks when he asks it of them.

He even has a little fun playing into it, letting himself look the part by presenting his plant nature far closer to the surface, wings and petals on constant display, his markings always visible and pulsing with energy. He wears very little if any clothes, though keeps a habit of using some of the smaller pairs of wings to keep his modesty for the most part.

He's kind in his cruelty. Gentle, even apologetic. He's never cross with the people he takes plants from, just acts sad and disapointed as he dooms them to starve.

Survival of the fittest, he remembers Rem teaching them. How ecosystems could only thrive in harmony. Isn't that all he's doing? Trying to advocate for that symbiotic peace?

[voidselfshipp]

Nurture VS Nature

Cw: none. Ask to tag.

Only Moots ok to rb. Art made by me. Dont repost my art.

Summary: during a mission, gaia and gambit discuss Wether or not gambit is a good Man.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @mercuryships @malewifehenrycooldown @80sboyfriends

--Yknow, you Keep sayin' that im a good Man and yet..im helpin' ya rob a guy? -- Gambit teased perched on a tall roof with Gaia.

Gaia rolled her eyes-- A rich dude, probably wont even notice, 'sides its to get supplies for less furtunate folk

--So...illegal community service?

--Do you have to be such an ass, Remy?-- She asked, scanning the area around them.

--Just Jokin', sugar-- Gambit answered kneeling to Gaias eye level.

As they wait for their target, theres an comfortable silence, Remy cant help but look at his companion.

Gaia, Jerico Gomez, an omega mutant like him. The Kindest soul he has ever met, he smiled, oh he loved her so much, he was lucky enough to be her partner (in crime, And romantic). And he treasured every single moment he spent with her.

--Ever heard of Nurture VS Nature?-- Jeri asked.

--A bit, but why dont you teach me sumthin' I dont know, Cheri-- gambit teased.

She rolled her eyes-- well, you can be nurtured to not respect people, to Belive yourself better than others because of some reason, Like our target over here. But if youre naturally good and kind with others well...nurture doesnt really matter-- jerico looked at her boyfriend-- Like you, Rem. Youre a kind Man, a good one, even if your upbringing wasnt the best-- a gentle hand cups one of his cheeks-- Mi amor, you are a good Man

Remy's smile grew shy as his cheeks heat up-- oh shucks sugar, youre too sweet to remy...

--Always-- she gave him a quick kiss, leaving the Man a blushing mess.

He could only chuckle and put his hand on her thigh-- so, wheres our target comin'?

--Soon, in twenty minutes-- jerico replied-- and remy?

--Oui?

--I love you

-I love you to mon cœur-- he kissed her temple and grabbed his staff.

The robbery went on without a fuss, between gambits and gaias skill, the work was swift and discreet.

They used the money to get supplies for some of the poorer parts of the neighboorhood, returning home at the crack of dawn.

As soon as they found themselves on their shared room, they collapse on the bed.

Remy hugs his girlfriend from behind, pulling her closer to his chest, sighing as the scent of green Apple invades his senses-- Youre so sweet, cheri.., Thank ya for stickin' with me

--Hey, you got me head over heels, for you, yknow?-- jerico Turned around to face him and cup his cheeks.

-- And you got me head over heels for you as well-- he leaned in, kissing her softly, his arms hugging her waist, legs tangling with eachother.

Soon she fell asleep, and with heavy eyelids, remy caressed jeris hair, soft smile on his lips.

"Maybe you are right, cheri" he thought" my nurture never changed my nature, and you are my prime example.."

-- J'taime, mon cheri-- he whispered before falling asleep.

[mass-effect-a-companions-react]

The tempest/nexus members reacting to a mute pathfinder?

SAM: Since Sam in Ryder’s mind, he understands what they are thinking the most, and does is best to accommodate and inform others of that they want to say. He can sometimes move sounds around their vocal cords to the voice box to mimic sounds like a parrot.

Cora: Cora knows a little bit of sign language, but most realize on SAM for help with Ryder's plans. She often uses SAM to figure out what Ryder is trying to say, and relays the information to Tann when they are on the Nexus for whatever bullshit meeting he dragged them in.

Liam: Liam talks enough for both of them. Most of the time he doesn't need Sam, as he can read Ryder by body language and notes. He does find it cool when SAM does the Vocal cord thing to take lines from movies in order to get his attention.

Suvi: Suvi often just talks seemingly to herself, but she can sense and hear when Ryder comes and just starts talking. She and many of the other crew members take sign language lessons from Lexi. Suvi often leaves sticky pads near her station when she has to focus on work, and Ryder leaves little notes and doodles for her to read. 

Gil: Gil builds speech buttons for Ryder to press that he has all across the tempest and the dashboard on the nomad. They are normal buttons like “yes” “no” “Fuck off” and various other including crew names. During poker, he has bluff and call buttons, as he knows they can't sign with Cards in their hands.

Jaal: Jaal did not  know of Ryder’s condition when they first met and took their silence as rudeness and the way they moved their hands as strange gestures. It wasn't until Ryder manages to get is acros that they cant speak by pointing to their throat did he understand and accmotated them. When he joins the team, he studies english writing and quickly reads up on all medical books about mutetism so he understands. Sign langue is a bit hard with the fused fingers, and he often speaks or does the palm method.

Drack: Drack also was not apart of the original crew, and therefore did not know but quickly picked up on the facts. In battle, he stays near Ryder just in case and is the quickest to pick up sign language. He asks Kesh to make the Nexus more “Ryder Friendly” and the two of them make up a code to use on the battlefield in case they get separated by tapping on the mic in a specific pattern.

PeeBee: PeeBee knows somethings up when Ryder just starts flailing around when they meet. She already knows many languages, and ASL is one of them. She and Ryder often have gossiping sessions in a sign that no one can keep up with. PeeBee used Rem tech to link with SAM (with his permission) to create an advanced text to speech band using brain activity yo turn thought to text, and then the text to voice. It needs to be tweaked.

Vetra: Verta wouldn't think much of it, and just does what needs to be done. She picks up a lot of notebooks and pens for Ryder to write in, and quickly figured out Dracks battlefield code. Normally she has Ryder make a list of what they need and teaches Sid sign language as she learns.

Kallo: Kallo talks about the ship so much more to a mute Ryder, explaining the tiniest of details if they want. He keeps a tablet next to the piolets seat so Ryder can ask questions, and laughs when Sam uses Gill’s voice to when Ryder says funny things. Sign language is also difficult for him to sign, but he can read it if he looks. 

Lexi: Lexi is prepared from the start, and hosts mandatory sign language classes. She pays close attention to what SAM mimicking can do to Ryder’s throat, and has a special on call button for Ryder incase something happens.

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: “what do you have? “ I have a kNIFE” “NO”

[Specific-Summary]: They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking,

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)

(16) (17) (18) 

L: I May Have Lost Roman

V: nice

P: not nice :)

V: i feel vaguely threatened

Rem:@L how the fuck did you manage that Rem: nvm i know how just give me details

L:I don’t know ? One second we were at check out L: Next minute he was Gone and Nieve is looking suspicious

L:Hold on lemme ask Dmitri

V: why is he there

L: I mean he’s actually pretty chill L: But he dropped Roman off and Nieve got attached L:I’m...not sure if she’s planning on letting him go?

V:logan, my friend, my buddy, V:the only person in this chat with basic reading comprehension

Rem: that’s pretty fair

P: it really is tbh

V: Send. Pictures.

L: Okay L: Slight Issue

V: you lost the snake too

L: I lost Dmitri too and Nieve is not spilling

Rem: oh they’re defeinately fucking

L:...Where? The bathroom?

Rem: Don’t knock it till you try it ;)

V: not to be that guy but im vetoing this discussion V: cause thats a Yikes even for you Remy

L: Alright time to find them

Rem: check ;))) the;))) bathrooms ;;))))

L: Remy.

Rem: alrighlright too far ill stop

L: Thank you.

V: keep me updated V: i only have silence and physics homework as company

L:Huh L:Found them

L: Roman….found a katanna…

V: im sorry WHAT V: Why The Fuck Does He Have A Sword

Rem: drop the location of that store man

L: 1) It’s a Katanna L: 2)I will certainly Not. L: 3) He’s trying to convince Dmitri why he should have it

L…..and Dmitri looks more amused then concerned

V: if I can't have a tarantula he sure as hell cant have a sword

L:I told him it was probably fake/ poorly made and that he should take the time to invest the proper skill in money in a real one

V: goddamit logan you cant logic roman.

L: It worked. He put it back. L: So I say I can do what I want with roman

Rem: some spicy takes from the chats only brain cell ;)

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“So you’re turning eighteen, in a few months. ” His aunt said, dabbing her cheeks with a napkin. She still managed to hold an air of prestige despite getting utterly shitfaced the night before. Her appointments have been going well.

Dmitri looked up, masking his surprise and holding his tongue.

Dr. Montag looked over, quieting the running water and placing the dish was he was cleaning down, “Really?” he said, brushing his hands, “You got any plans?” he asked, Dmitri.

“Oh we usually do something small,” His aunt interjected, “But seeing as he’s my father’s favorite grandchild,” Only grandchild, “He’s is flying from Paris to join us. And he was never a man of modesty so I’ve been thinking about doing something special for the occasion.”

Oh.

Dmitri fought the smile creeping on his face, ducking his head. He shouldn’t be surprised that she remembered after all if his grandfather was visiting. It’s how he got his phone, laptop, his car.

It’s probably why she puts up with him, to begin with. Cause it wasn’t guilt.

“--We should get your hair cut,” She continued, and Dmitri snapped out of his thoughts, “Maybe invite Diana--he’d like her,” she murmured.

“Diana and I a-” He closed his mouth, and his aunt’s eyes shot over.

“You broke up?” She narrowed her eyes, examining her nails, “Huh, makes sense seeing as...” she gestured at him vaguely, “So who have you been sneaking around with?”

“I’m not sneaking around with anyone,” Dmitri said, meeting her gaze. And technically he was right, it’s not sneaking if she just hasn’t been asking. And he’s given up on telling.

Dr. Montag’s eyebrows knitted together confused,” Well that isn’t true,”

Dmitri’s eyes went wide, stomach sinking.

His Aunt’s grin spread, “Oh really?”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck--

“He’s been helping me out, hon,” Dr. Montag set down a glass of water and pills beside her plate, “You’ve been so stressed lately,” he looked guilty and produced some tickets, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

Her face softened and like that the tension left the room. Those two got to linger in whatever lovey-dovey spell had taken hold of them in the last few months, but Dmitri was still on edge.

She still kept him on edge, but he could get her back. Even the playing field. Anytime he could leave this—Anytime he could flip this switch and put her on edge and make her—

He stopped eating, setting his plate aside.

He felt sick.

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R:helllloooo R:anyone up R: sigh R: allll by mySELLLLF

L: Roman?

R: the one and lonely yes hello human contact???

L: Are you alright? It’s 3 am why are you still awake?

R: why are YOU up mm????

L: My parents have newborn twins. What’s your excuse?

R: well fuck got me there

R: i was texting dee but he was rlly tired and i stILL can’t sleep

L: Any particular reason?

R: u m

L: Private chat?

R: please

- [TheTruthAboutTheMoon]

TheWalkingMouth: Okay shoot

Cowboy:it's stupid

TheWalkingMouth: I’ll tell you if it's stupid or not just say it

Cowboy: i just….like Cowboy: it's all kinda….hitting me a ll at once and i Really don’t like thinking about it but i cant bottle shit up either like you bastards so i feel like the human equivelent og a washing machine with too much laundry in it

TheWalkingMouth: Then don’t? TheWalkingMouth: Even if it's too ‘stupid’ for me I’m sure Dmitri wouldn’t mind

Cowboy: yeah but i feel like im going to say something shitty to him i Cowboy: like we should talk about it Cowboy: and i will Cowboy: but not now--later when it's not too stressful for either of us

TheWalkingMouth: Why would you say something shitty?

Cowboy: idk id jst get frustrated trying to explain it Cowboy: like hes smart as hell and probbaly get it without me saying anything but like Cowboy: I have neither the patience nor articulation right now to explain like a civil person and he doesnt need me being shitty about it

Cowboy:like,,,,,for example,,,,, if he fucks up in school, he’ll get recommended a tutor and teachers would assume hes doing his best and hes such a sweet and quiet boy

Cowboy: like he is sweet!!but hes a little shit too!! And gets away with it!!! Half those pranks he pulled on virgil, as Iconic as they were he never got in trouble for them!!!

Cowboy: when i fuck up i

Cowboy: god it's stupid

TheWalkingMouth: Might not get a second chance? Yeah I get it.

TheWalkingMouth:Remember when I first transferred here? None of the teachers would take me seriously bc of my accent and if they did, they were afraid of me. I could repeat something another kid said word for word and still be told I had an attitude.

Cowboy: god i remembered that Cowboy: you answered his yes or no questions in a fuckin montone, quiet ass voice and he legit called in the office cause he got scared of a goddamn freshman

Cowboy: But ye when i fuck up Cowboy: im suddenly the lazy ass brown kid who should spend less time corrupting youth with my feminine hips and curls Cowboy: like it's not like a lot of them say it outright but it feels like if im not perfect im fufilling all the stereotypes

TheWalkingMouth: Ah okay, rant away

Cowboy: OK like like like im not like virgil right?? in a lot of ways and it fuckin shows

Cowboy: he’s been planning on going into engineering since sixth grade meanwhile i only got my shit together in highschool

Cowboy: and like now that im here/???what now??? My mother expects me to have my shit together meanwhile im over here freaking the fuck out over whether not it's worth it to even try Cowboy: like yes mother i want to go to an art/or librel arts school that may or may not accept me that we may or may not afford to find a career in who the hell knows because if i have to sit in a healthcare class or a applied mathmatics class like you did i miight actually shank the professor????

Cowboy: that i dread the thought of not trying to explore my options outside of this fucking state but i dread the thought of going bc i cant stand the thought of being away from home but i cant fucking find a reason to stay cause everyone i love is leaving or planning their own life anyway???

Cowboy: like remys gunna fuck off to who knows where regardless of whether or not he has a plans or money, pattons gunna take care of his grandmother whereever the fuck a canada ,moms moving in with tia, virgils already mentally flipping me off ready to fuck nasa , and i only fucking hope dmitri even getss the chance to choose where he goes but hes g o n e and i die from yearning behind a screen like the gay victorian i am , and you….i actually dont know

TheWalkingMouth: Teaching for either biology or physics

Cowboy: huh it fits but what about chemistry??

TheWalkingMouth: Fuck chemistry.

Cowboy: oh thank god we’re on the same page

TheWalkingMouth: Anyway, I assume you’re more worried about whether you should apply rather then if you could get in?

Cowboy: i think so

TheWalkingMouth: Well if my opinion means anything to you

Cowboy: more than you’re assuming but yeah continue

TheWalkinMouth: Wait

Cowboy: nothing nothing continue

TheWalkingMouth: Okay-- I think you should go for it but you don’t need to dive head first into it and commit to everything 100% like virgil did.

TheWalkingMouth: You’re allowed to keep your options open, to have backup plans for back up plans

TheWalkingMouth: It doesn’t mean you’re not passionate about your art. Doesn’t mean you’re inevitably going to get a office job and abandon all your dreams. It means you’re being smart and not backing yourself into a corner

TheWalkingMouth:It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay not to have it all figured out

TheWalkingMouth: Nobody does.

TheWalkingMouth: Even if no one else gives you a second chance at least give yourself a second chance.

TheWalkingMouth: It’s perfectly normal to be afraid to fuck up and get fucked over TheWalkingMouth: That doesn’t mean you will everytime TheWalkingMouth: And it certainly doesn’t mean it's the end

Cowboy:

Cowboy:

Cowboy:

[...Cowboy is typing…]

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@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

[secretshinigami]

Masterlist of Demegawa-chan’s Special Prompts

A compiled list of everyone’s prompts from the exchange – thank you for letting us post them, and we hope you guys enjoy them! Prompts are organized by their submitter, so be sure to give credit if you use one.

niatsuki

Near and Light kissing

Mikami and Light in the rain sharing an umbrella

Misa in a suit

Domestic Mikalight

Matsuda confronting Near on the theory he brings up at the end of the manga

Nate and Light having an obtuse argument, but with romantic undertones

toygowther

Light wearing a crop top, high waisted jeans and fishnets, and a choker. 

L having a nice day out in the park eating ice cream with Maki and Near 

Musical!Light smiling

Misa in a cute gothic dress doing a finger heart

L and Light wearing Misa Misa merch at one of her concerts.

AU in which Light is actually a woman. The fic would follow how Misa reacts to it and if she would still want to be her girlfriend.

Role swap au. Light as Misa and Misa as Light.

Light and Misa meeting a different way and actually forming a healthy relationship. 

spaceblue

L, Naomi & B shenanigans

Naomi, Wedy and Lidner as Charlie's angels (or L's angels?)

Wammy kids as Pokemon trainers

Matt gets the rest of the Wammy kids to play Smash with him

Naomi and L after the end of LABB, after he says his name is Rue Ryuzaki 

Drama!L and drama!Raye Penber bickering 

hazblogs

your take on A's gender and sexuality, bonus points if they're not a cis man and straight

Mello and sun imagery

Beyond Birthday and his eyes

Near with Hanahaki disease (pick who it's about if you want a specific ship)

Mello and witchcraft, if possible in the canon universe

Naomi interacting with Beyond (au or canon), if possible talking about L or the Wammy kids

L/Light being soulmates, in canon or in an AU

how Matt started smoking (I am comfortable with heavy drug themes)

polyphenols

L learning to garden, paint, cook, do taxes, care for an animal, or pay for a parking ticket for the first time

All the times L has cursed Right In Front Of The Task Force (poor Soichiro)

L alone, dressed for the cold, in a cathedral during midnight hours, gazing at the altar in silent contemplation

Aiber and Wedy at an evening gala on a mission

L and Alessandro Juliani warmly shaking hands

Young Naomi in a darkened room with red string and case clippings everywhere

What chain of events led to Quillsh Wammy deciding to adopt L and care for him?

Matsuda cant swim and he’s knocked into a body of water on a case, one of the task force has to go after him

The conversation that happened between L and Rem before he walked out onto that rooftop

L traveling somewhere exotic for a case, meets celebrity of your choice and becomes unlikely friends, takes down crime circle together 

Naomi and L interact side by side as partners during a seperate case  

paralllaxes

16 year old Gevanni (normal day or family banter)

Naomi in modern clothing

the SPK in one of those cheesy family pictures.

Naomi thinking about LABB while in Japan

SPK found family stuff / domesticity

Naomi being with the SPK (with or without Raye is the author's choice)

kiranatrix

Light and L in emo/goth clothes or in an emo band

Light in a crown on a throne

Ryuk doing something funny or playing a prank while invisible

L and Light on a road trip

Misa painting Rem’s looooong nails or giving her a makeover

Death Note characters as birds! 

Sayu gets a grumpy parrot and Light doesn’t realize it can talk until after he hears it repeat some Kira plan thing, so he has to adopt it to keep it from spilling on him

L and Light talk about something important that happened to them in their childhood

L has to deal with growing amount of Light’s products in their shared shower and tries some out of curiosity with disasterous results

Light accidentally eats the last piece of cake in Kira HQ and L can’t deal at 4am

Lawlight Apocalypse AU of any variety 

Beyond breaks out of prison after LABB, where does he go?

47gaslamps

The task force with portentous umbrellas

Halle, symbolically framed between Near and Mello

Naomi kicking Light's butt after he attempts to use force

Matsuda gives Yamamoto a welcome-aboard to the former Task Force / 

AU where the drawer IS forced open

Misa has to shield Light from the paparazzi

translightyagami

Light and L in a crowded apartment, obviously lived in, playing piano next to each other

Light sewing something like his father's suit jacket or a shirt Mikami tore

Indulgent ask for my cryptid AU L and Light sitting in a graveyard having a nice time

Light having a smoke before he has to go tell his parents he's moving in with Misa

Light and Sayu having a difficult conversation where they're both saying they're gay without out loud saying it

Near goes to a Lego building event and meets a nice boy who isn't a Wammy kid

almostsane-things

Wammy's kid(s) of your choice sitting on the roof, watching the sky

Beyond Birthday and Candy Guro

DN characters in a rock band, maybe the shinigami are their mascots

Draw a less appreciated character but try something new with your style/medium. (i.e. use different brushes, incorporate a traditional art/craft like painting or cross-stitch, make a collage piece, go abstract, etc)

L in prison

Misa and Sayu becoming friends/ hanging out

The legend of Kira, how has the story of Kira changed over time in universe? Do people believe it was something supernatural, a government conspiracy, a group of vigilantes, or perhaps it's faded to nothing but a cautionary tale for misbehaving kids

A DN character enjoys that thing you really like/ find interesting to learn about, and shares that interest with someone else. (i.e. Matt plays your favorite video game with someone, Linda teaches someone about gardening, etc)

weneedtotalkaboutdeathnote

A hot double date with BBxDemegawa and LxHiguchi

B meeting L (any context is fine).

Naomi and Raye getting coffee together, having a nice time.

L can see ghosts, but he chooses to ignore them. This becomes increasingly had to do when B’s spirit shows up during the Kira investigation.

An Au where L defeated Kira, grew older, and basically disappeared. Older Mello (mid 20sish, now a detective) follows a lead that takes him to the washed up L. 

Non serial killer, "Unprivate Detective" Beyond Birthday works on a case with Naomi Misora.

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Misa making Valentine’s Day chocolate, perhaps while daydreaming about a fantastically unlikely result of giving them to Light.

Rem holding Misa as they fly over the city.

Meme redraws featuring Misa, Light, and L. Just go crazy. Any ridiculous meme image, shove these dorks in there instead.

Misa convincing Rem to take her flying, the feelings they both experience in the air together.

Misa and Mogi on a shopping “date” in which the unlikely pair manage to work together surprisingly well.

Light considers eliminating Misa from the equation many times, but there’s always something that stops him. Explore how he views her and the dissonance between how he views her versus how he views himself, as well as the reasoning for keeping her around longer than intended. 

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Demegawa in a hot tub but instead of water its money

Mello playing soccer with the other kids (like Matt for example). 

Matsuda playing cookie clicker, because he's obsessed.

Young Demegawa when he first got his job, maybe a few months into the job.

Sayu studying for her big exam coming up so she goes to big bro Light for help.

Ryuk discovers sour green apples rather than just the red ones. Maybe Sidoh discovers dark chocolate/white chocolate at the same time.

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High school age Mikami in a high school uniform.

MikaLight out on a date

anything L/Higuchi

A Sakura TV Documentary about the Kiras. 

MikaLight office romance, non-Kira AU.

Write me a fic about Demegawa. Can definitely be comedy, but please take the character somewhat seriously.

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L and Light playing piano together.

L with a kitty

Sayu and ‘Ryuzaki’ meeting, and hitting it off 

Matsuda recieving a present or something from a ‘secret admirer’

A day in the life of Matsuda (away from the task force)

L and B’s first meeting (can be shippy or not, whichever my Shinigami prefers)

L tries to engage in punnery with the task force, but only one person engages (preference for Light, but surprise me!)

Sayu’s (or Sachiko’s) thoughts on Light’s new secretive actions as Kira becomes more and more active 

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(All canon-compliant)

L gets first suspicions about a string of heart attacks which may be a new murder case for him

Light’s first day at To-Oh after L’s death

Light’s first day of work at the NPA 

Near tries to pick up L’s investigation

Why did Near go back to L’s original font for the “L” logo between chapter 108 and the C-Kira oneshot? 

A non-Lawlight rendering of the first evening of Light being chained to L after everyone else has already gone to sleep (preferably in keeping with the One Day one-shot) 

Light begging Ryuk for his life

Light’s funeral

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The main characters (plus B) as DND characters

Older Near (like 25-30) with a bunch of cats he keeps for company

Roger bonding with Near after the Kira case.

Beyond Birthday faked his death in 2004 and now lives alone as a poor and pretty miserable theatre actor with a fake name. Oh, and also it's a Kira wins au.

Years after the Kira case has concluded, L takes on Near as an apprentice.

Matt takes Near on a tour of an afterlife-like world they both wound up in. It's more like a dreamscape than anything else but it serves as an afterlife.  

[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

Im starting to look for new inspirational and motivational quotes to hang up on my wall next to my I miss Florida stuff.

I got some Disney Inspiration back from childhood to believe in true love, hopes, and inspiring me to keep moving forward to dream BIG, not little and to keep going like my father used to teach me when I was young.

I going have to be that positive role model for myself as I leave home and stop relying on other people who've hurt me and left me for comfort and support.

That includes mom and my old self, from when I was with someone who exposed my dark side and I latched onto it and him to keep me going to protect me from what sad feeling I felt awhile ago after graduating from college, only to find out that there was more work and struggle to be done in order to succeed and make at least $50-$60k a year.

I used to dream big like that. Even the houses I wanted to sell, buy, or create or make. I used to dream big like an architect/interior designer. I've always wanted to own a home and say yes, I designed this and even pitched in with knocking down some walls or stacking the bricks or putting in the hardwood floor tiles myself.

And I wanted my kids to be around me, however which many I said.

I used to say I wanted one boy and one girl so that they could learn to be there for each other and protect one another from making such bad decisions or meeting up with the wrong people like I used to say to myself.

I was trying to get my head back on straight by starting over and just being my old self, following God.

But I don't know what that looks like anymore?

Who am I now God? To you, what do I look like?

Am I still just a kid or a troubled child, completely opposite from what I used to know, love, and behave like?

How much have I spoken out against my own path, because I wanted something else that wasn't for me?

How many times have I looked around and thought it must be Jay playing tricks on my mind again, calling them the devil itself?

How many looks did it take me to see that she or he was never coming back to kiss me, have sex with me alone or to watch me leave her again for hurting me?

How many times did I lie, just to make it seem like I wasn't such a bad person? And how many times did I die and became better and stronger than my old self, trying to protect the child in my heart?

Such a poor, child's heart can only make such foolish decisions in sin and evil. Thinking nothing bad would come out of it and I bit the apple.

I swear I feel like a villain because I chose to bite the gay one and now I cant undone it. I can't unbutton her shirt in my brain without thinking wowww, this is all for me? I feel so gay in my mind for even loving someone with a butterfly heart, who just comes and goes as they pleases.

Im only frolicking, just waiting to know am I waiting because my gay christian love isn't christian at all?

You taught me to love unconditionally, to give give to my heart's consent and I got burned. Scolded even, for even saying "I love you"

I was brutally murdered in the dark hallways of my gay ambassador and she makes me sick for even trusting her. Knowing she was enabled and didn't trust me. I was steady holding onto to her shoulders guiding me out of that high school light and eerie queer hallways and right back to being there once I escaped the doors of pleasure.

I couldn't unsee it. She changed how I undressed, slept, and even touch myself.

Who knew that choking could be over satisfying just as much as a finger penetrate?

Who relaxed me the most and seduced me into an ageless, gender coma where I became a man in the sheets and pent down my frustrations on them and her abode?

How could I make much sense and yet be so confused and late to say "I miss her"

And maybe this is why I don't grieve. Because it brings me joy to keep on remembering her, having lunch with her, having sex with her spiritual remains. Of the ones who've touched me, even when it wasn't consensual or sensual.

Jayden with a Y, I still remember him too, because he was 10yrs old trapped inside an Adult body.

The world is crazy and that sounds like some Mickey Mouse shit.

So call me stupid. But I miss my home in Jacksonville, FL. I miss my public shows, tv, my classmates, cousins, friends, and family.

I miss the way we used to be. The way we show care, and I loved.

I loved being in love.

But now I hate it. More so, like a villain who couldn't understand why the ugly was crowned as beautiful and the pretty face, and the golden child was down right outcasted. Not only by who she thought was a soulmate, but by her own mother who abandoned her to be with a sick, crazy old woman who later died in our own house because she was too afraid to go see a doctor and could have died by herself in the dry, hot air of that summer in Grand Rapids.

Little did she know that I cared. And that sick little hamster she hated so much and even hated the stench of him, I'm afraid he might pass away too. Cause its been almost one year, christmas to be exact, and I'll have to grieve all over again.

But Thank God he's still kicking it rn, not outside by the trash can, that the crazy old lady wanted him to be left by just for having his own smell.

And yes, I was going to clean the cage and yet, she still wanted him gone. Fear and paranoia inside of her chest as she couldn't breathe.

Little did she know that she already has/had cancer, not hamster feces and urine she thought she was allergic to.

And then I'm back to Story 1, the one where my 1st gay love said they were gonna ask me to move in and I didn't believe them because it was only after I took sex off the table that they even offered it up to me as bait to get me to agree to giving it back.

Like it was the precious golden Lord of The Rings scenario.

And now I taste blackeye peas, chicken, grits, corn, cornbread, greens, and dressing, and sweet potato pie like the crazy old lady in the story.

She's back and she's my grandmother. Cause she knows I hate the idea of going to another stranger's house for thanksgiving and would rather be with the original side of the family this thanksgiving. Serving up food and cooking inside of her house, dressed in all black as if her funeral was just here.

She taught me to pull the turkey bone and whoever gets hold the biggest piece of the Y got the good luck, blessings, and success. Cause she wanted us to celebrate us, and being close together with one another around the holidays. Cause she always wanted a family to see her son have, just like the one he has today.

And I cant say that this fairytale isn't grim, isn't dark or isn't a fable or a tall tale. My next neighbor probably has some Totoro inside of them.

So I hope the next big ass story plastered on my wall isn't more trouble. I hope I'm smart enough to just avoid it and move on to the next one, who isn't emotionally unstable, unavailable, and probably hooked on weed or sex.

I dont want another narcissistic, bdsm, relationship grieving, sex trafficking, user, or an opportunist who gives up on school and complains about his/her job so much but wants to start their own business without actually learning how to improve in life or to get help or life coaching for how to get out of their own shit and not use me to get them out of bad grade of a relationship or make them feel better for feeling ugly, poor, and a goofy ass masochist who watches/uses bdsm like a crack addict.

I dont wanna see Maleficent tryna get me to be like her...cause Im still waiting on Alice from the Looking Glass to get out and stop buffering the game that somebody else put her head in and sawed it right off and sewn it right back on.....like a fucking sick ass prick off of Coraline and Get Out.

No fucking way. No, life with Ayunna, hell. Life with you and her, Dweeble Twins from Arthur.

Sarcastic, mean, gullible, switch roles, bullies, and amateurs at getting they ass beat or going to jail, then making the victims apologize for almost sending them to jail for fraud because they took someone's account numbers while they were drunk for the 1st time ever in public...WTFFFFFF wasssss thatstststtttttttttt

Kiss my ass, Hopper.

And GTFO this motherfuckin Plane (Samuel Jackson voice)

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HaHaHa

Heartbroken, Hospitalized, Homeless

There have been too much of stuff going on with my life in past months that I seriously have lacked the energy to write about. One is sure - It keeps me troubling of not writing. Because mainly... well, have been overthinking of HOW I should write, but as Jesus said - “Done is better than perfect”. Then now we ride - I just came back from..ehh.. a ride of a busy busy day as i’ve ridden past months, also i have awful Insomnia which have killing my head past 20+ days. Not cool, not cool man! I LITERALLY can’t sleep! Yet doing all, and ALL my appointments that I have. Being a hussle-hussle A-student on the game and then crying in my pillow when noone sees it in the end of the day. 

I feel like I have no ONE to talk with, No one on earth! So I come here... here to my small tiny blog to just talk. Just talk about the matters that I can’t say out loud to no one. Wasn’t it the purpose of this in the first anyway ?

It all started when I lost my sweet apartment where I was living with Jesus. when we divorced, I stayed there for few years but that shiet got too expensive and i had to move, so I moved to my brother’s place. Was for a month estimated but lingered as my real estate company fcuked promises up. Then my parents moved back and the great PTSD came back again...

Now I have the skeddale back a bit because of the story of heartbroken...

Fell In love with my old mate whom i know for at least 10+ years.. He is livinng in my Homeland, we talked every fucking day for a long time and fell in love, he visited me here, i visited him. He knew ALL my mental challenges and  so forth, yet he made me feel it was okay, that He truly loved me, he wants to be with me, live with me, heck.. even have a kid with me. And I was naive...

Last time I went to Homeland to his place he treated me a bit differently.. and I broke, ended up in hospital and after that he tells me - I don’t walk to talk with you until no certain time, also can’t handle it. I mean... what the hell, I was fucking hospitalized, I was in a really bad situation. If ANYONE could have understood it, it would have been a person who have known me for so long time, with such an information that I gave. (Sometimes i doubt people who tells me, i know how to deal with You). Either way I truly hate that after all of this I lost one of my best friends. But I  never go back. i have this personality. Don’t mess with my delicate head! Once I’m done - I’m done.

The hospital itself was great experience though. Spent a week in there, got to know many interesting people. It’s nothing like people think - Oh my gosh - crazy house! NO! there are people from every field of life, doctors, lawyers, artists, health-takers, engineers, teachers, architects, art-students. Anybody needs to take a time off. And the atmosphere is pleasing, we ALL get the same thing - the mutual respect to each other, we all lack of understanding, closeness, treatment, what not. We were like a family in there. Best family I ever had ! 

After that beautiful experience I had to go back to home. Still heartbroken and my periods late for 2 weeks which made me feel like that is going to be worst. But little that I know - it was just the first signs of the MAIN stress which have lead me to this point...

I lived few months with my parents while thinking everything is alright, yet it wasn’t, things was evolving.. getting worse, i didn’t even notice it. I was still looking for apartment and for a proper doctor. Failed in this game so awfully. Until I found an amazing counselor who taught me that my most weakness is to be selfless and I HAVE to learn how to be more selfish. For me this is the hardest, because I blame myself for everything. He had experience with soldiers who had PTSD and could teach me ways to handle my PTSD mind the best that i’ve heard. But I lost him as my counselor because it was only a temporary acute thing. (Even though I STILL don’t have a proper doctor!)

Anyway... I pulled myself together and found new workers for me. Social workers whom (thanks to my counselor) I actually have a RIGHT to have. And they have been wonderful. They have showed me opportunities that I never knew. I appreciate them highly! Thanks to them I am writing here words and not in the hell-hole where i had to re-live my PTSD once again but in a small dorm-room (ahh.. now the homeless talk) where I at least - I can be in my beloved anti-social mode where im my most efficient and can just hide away from the cruel world (family most heh) and concentrate on what is most important. My health.

My health.. That is the crucial thing right now. How to start. Well I have never had the most horrid insomnia in my life as I have right now. 20+ days without REM-sleep (best was 30min to 4hours somewhere in between), it is eating me inside, killing me in every way possible and giving me physical diseases where i feel truly like I WILL die soon. (I suppose that is the reason that after months i feel i have to get these sentences done before i might actually die). The lack of sleep is the most awful, I cant sleep, i cant eat, my body is letting me down, the depression is taking its new levels like never before, yet i keep on hussling and putting my pokerface on. so at least, So at least - i would have some outfit to go out and have company for food. Yes - This is how poor rat I am, a miserable poor rat! I give my company for food and fun! During the mornings and days I do ALL the appointments and responsibilities, paperwork (which i’ve grown to be really good at!), and when the night comes, i need to load that affection down with finidng opportunities to fuel myself up in other ways. Hate me! Please hate me for that! I would be so much more happier, would give me more fuel to finally KILL myself!. That is all i need. To just SLEEP!

But I’m like weeds, that doesn’t die.

What ever I do, I just can’t die.

I hate it.

I wonder, perhaps... perhaps, this never ending insomnia will kill me perhaps in the end, wouldn’t it be lovely! 

There was a day, just after i had hussled for 2 weeks straight really intensely to improve my life (what for? i dunno, just for my wonderful workers that i do not want to disappoint). And last week was even more harsher, until the most hardest day where i was running on energy levels i don’t know or seen before. I had few drinks, went to dancing, needed to load off, actually was just around the corner, but i hadn’t slept for few days straight whatsoever (i mean 0-sleep) and when i was just walking to home (temporary home) my brains suddenly blacked out in the street. I don’t remeber anything afterwards, but i was told i was on the street sleeping. Firstly i thought - sleeepig, So Nice, next thought , on the street? not nice..? After that i’ve been super afraid to go outside because my brain does NOT work properly at all. it can shut down any time, any where. one side of me is happy (maybe i will finally die) , other side of me is bit sad (ugh.. don’t want to cause any trouble to other people in case i survive). What a stupid stupid teenage life, isn’t it!

Yet don’t wonder. all i have, all i live in, is the worst case of PTSD that my parents have raised me into. and don’t get me wrong, i ain’t blaming anyone. its just my life.

Today i went to pharmacy and finally got my medicines (been waiting for them cos been too poor to buy the elementary, and by that i literally mean the most necessary and food even, but fuck it. i managed, i always manage. Anygay.. got my medicines which was packed literally in a BIG bag, like a usual bag you get from groceries. I was like.. wtf.. i really need all that shiet?!?? Oh well.) Been in doctors and given half of my blood and all the tests that one can possibly do. Now waiting in few days for my results. Going to be interesting because literally everything hurt! Also im so sick of my whining. That’s why im writing in here with vacant language right now. Just needed to get it all out. honestly as it is. Leaving fake mask. Sincerely, without 9 kilos of makeup & hairspray.

And then there is one thing that still keeps me going...

His blue eyes, his blue eyes give me the most motivation. I can’t disappoint him! I just can’t! He is the most most precious thing in my life. even though I don’t even have him anymore or ever will. He is more than Love, Family or Soulmate, he is THE. The matter or universe.

I also have a new friend who have grown to be very close to me which I appreciate highly, but my awful fear of anyone is making me suspicious of anyone in my life. I truly don’t trust no one anymore. How could i? Everyone just keeps on playing with me and hurting me. If a friend who was 10+ years in my life, then more.., could not handle me, then, who could ever ? And why even? What’s the point? I think people should get far away of me as possible! So I could die in peace. Alone, as i wish. I will never be bored. There will always be humans to excite, hurt and  disappoint me. :)

And I shall just march on, and on and on...