#beyondthebackup

[neallo]

We are getting SOOOO much good Near content because of Near's Birthday, I love it. Just wanna say you and Empress are the best ❤️

hi omg sorr ythis got SO LOST IN THE SAUCE because unfortunately my job was temporarily trying to murder me fr during the nearsbday event [all my gratitude to empress for basically running the event solo some days ;_;] but very belatedly: thank you!! :D i'm really happy you enjoyed. we had a blast running it ^_^ & we're looking forward to next year!

[saturnscholar]

Gimme uhhhh B in 10A, any colors you like

happy birthday raveeeennn

[fairweather-fangs]

[Knocks on F's door]

"Don't answer if you're screwing C right now, I won't give him the satisfaction of laying my eyes on his dick."

The door opens slightly, "Trust me Backup, if I was banging C you'd know before you could knock. If you have something to say, say it fast or come in. There's a camera pointed at more door, you know."

[y-the-youthful]

"Yoriko! Eat lunch with me. I need people to think we're friends."

"To think...?" There is an obvious confusion there. "Are we not friends? I thought we were."

[xrphansrevival]

Hey Obelus, why do you call Backup 'doc'?

Obelus takes a pause. The memory is actually pretty hazy.

"Well," he starts, highlighting a sentence in his psychology textbook, "when we were eleven, I caught a really nasty virus. My family was extremely Catholic and didn't believe in vaccines. So, I caught something that wouldn't have done much to a regular kid, but it almost killed me."

He highlights another sentence. "He came to visit me. Evidently, he had been vaccinated. Or maybe he didn't care. He was the only one to ever visit me, so... I wound up calling him doc, haha."

December of 1993, Obelus rests in the infirmary alone. There isn't much the caretakers can do for him other than keep a careful eye on his condition. He might not be first or second, but third is still an important place. Not nearly as impressive as A or B, however, O doesn't have many friends. His friendly demeanor as a child ends when B isn't around. Backup, his best friend, his only friend. Due to unfortunate circumstances unrelated to his current plight, Obelus finds it hard to keep friends. He decided quickly that he would dedicate all his effort to one person, and fate led him to Backup. Why expend your time and energy on a bunch of kids gunning for you when you could befriend someone that doesn't think you're capable of beating them? Delirious from a migraine, high fever but feeling cold, feeling like garbage in every way, Obelus doesn't notice the door creak open. He doesn't notice the intruder creep closer to his functional yet uncomfortable bed. Not until the person is right over him. Obelus takes a shallow breath, cracking open his eyes. The light hurts, but the figure is blocking it. In a way, it almost appears as a halo around his best friend's head. All he needed was a pair of wings, and maybe he could really become Obelus' guardian angel. "Backup...?" Obelus mumbles, shifting to his side slightly. It pains him to move even just that much. "You shouldn't be here..." His feeble voice does nothing to ward Backup away. It is fate that led Backup to him on this downtrodden day.

[warofchanges]

Drabble prompt: B insinuates L had a type (smart twinky Japanese murderers) and that Light was a major downgrade. Light is mortified by the insinuation but also can't help but insist that he would've been a major upgrade compared to B. LMAO

As the day wore on, the heat climbed higher, even higher, for a mid-summer day. Rivulets of sweat slid down his forehead, his shirt soaked and oppressively clinging to his back. Light felt the cotton stretching uncomfortably against his skin as he leaned against the wooden counter, seeking relief in the shadows of the empty pub and the cold glass of whiskey in his hand.

The sweet buzz of the fan with the jingle-jangle of bottles shifting order on the shelves would lull even a workaholic God… He could ask for more minutes of rest, but the sudden slam of the door opening didn't agree, apparently.

"Hello there, Yagami."

Light knew Beyond was there before the man talked. With eyes closed, sipping his drink in total peace, his ears well-captured the agonizing sounds of heels stomping on the floor and fingers drumming against the counter saying in Morse code ─ 'Hello God of the assholes'.

"Beyond." Light had the decency to say before gesturing for another drink. "What brings you here?"

"Gossiping. Well─ it's likely to become the talk of the town soon." Beyond poured himself a drink from a bottle, grinning in Light's direction. Who was still pretending he didn't exist ─ too bad, he would get the long-awaited attention within seconds. "Good ol' L really like murders. And murderers. To L─ being in direct contact with a killer felt like bathing in blood during a carnage. The benefits of walking barefoot in the hot fluids, viscera squishing under the soles, you know, that subtle rolling massage that makes your skin crawl and de-stress from all the tension… Aaah."

Beyond gulped down the alcohol, cheeks flushing with loving memories.

"Nah, killer Gods cannot know. They just hold their fingers like this," He turned towards Light, fingers aiming at his head like a gun. "And, puff, he's deaaaad! Deader than dead! HA HA HA."

Light huffed in silence, forehead sinking against his glass as he counted down to ten to refrain his venom ─ was it worth killing this man with his bare hands? "Beyond. Get to the point."

"L fell on disgrace liking Kira." The lonely audience of Light and the barman was enough for the sociopath to jump on the counter and walk down his catwalk, dripping alcohol at every step by swinging the bottle with only him would define elegant energy. "I don't really understand what he found in a kid playing God with a damn pen and a notebook, doing all the pfewh pfewh in the obscurity of his cute little bedroom─" Heels planted in front Light, Beyond crouched down to observe the man who stole L's attention from him. "And jerking off on an L scribbled on a piece of paper like 'Oh captain, oh my captain L, roses are red! Violets are blue! But the world is not the same without y─'"

"Excuse me?!"

Light stared back angrily, cheeks flushing─ certainly not because of the heat wave or the alcohol in his veins. His intention to ignore B's insinuations crashed to pieces the moment he spat back his retort. "Then, I guess L wasn't fond of sociopath killers who even failed at setting themselves on fire!"

The answer was yes ─ yes, he would kill this man with his bare hands right now.

"You don't see the poetic in the scorching fire of a suicide murder!" "Accept the fact he liked me more than you!" "Your hands have no knowledge of the ecstasy of disembowelment! Oh L, if you only let me show you─" "Your worm-shaped brain cells coming back to the underground? Oh, I am sure he would love that." "You're unworthy of his attention, little illusion of a God." "Worthier than you, asshole─"

───

"STOP!" Mello roared from his director's chair, throwing away the script that Beyond and Light weren't following ─ obviously. "STOP, FUCKIN' STOP YOU TWO! "

Matt rolled his eyes as it was already the twenty-ninth failed attempt at shooting the same scene ─ he had told Mello from the start that it was a bad idea involving both Beyond and Kira in a memorial documentary of L.

[thecarefulcatalyst]

beyondthebackup has been investigated

Interacting normally must be a lost art at Wammy’s...

She glanced up from her notebook, quietly scribbling more notes calmly as she stared at him, knees curling closer to the rest of her body protectively.

“...Hello”

@beyondthebackup

[y-the-youthful]

[Drinks the drink before he can have it]

Thank you, I needed that.

What is art if not a debate in the illusion of depth in itself? What is deep differs from each person and every species.

I believe your professor forgot the basics ─ two parallel lines can never meet. So you and deep art.

With an indignant pout, "He was a master in his field, Yagami. I get it, you were a top student, blah, blah, blah...but, come on. Your field is more...being full of shit. Then again, he was also an alcoholic, so..."

B pours himself a drink.

[m0thbite]

Inspired by @beyondthebackup s recent fic!

L is so embarrassed he won’t even admit he likes it!

[neallo]

OMG meronia power bottom near blease ❤️❤️❤️ congrats on the followers!!!

hehehe YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND,,, this is slightly more than 3 sentences bc i ended up really liking this prompt 🥰 thank you for this one!!

NSFW (or not!) three-sentence(ish) fic prompts open ❣️

“I won’t make you beg,” Near says, “but I would like it very much if you did.”

He’s sitting on Mello’s cock looking gorgeous and disheveled, shoulder-length hair falling into his eyes and sticking to his neck, spindly white hands spread out on Mello’s chest.

Mello licks his lips, fingers twitching against nothing as he idly pulls on his restraints. The idea of begging would normally put him ill at ease, but the idea of pleading with Near...

“I,” he starts, then stops. “What do you want me to say?”

Near frowns. “It isn’t interesting if I just feed you lines, is it?” A pause, then a smirk. “I’ve given you plenty of examples in the past, I think,” he continues, rocking his hips just the smallest bit. “Starting with please usually works well.”

[saturnscholar]

✉️💬 💭📓

✉️ Lined paper lays flat on the floor of B’s room, having been cleanly twice-folded and inched through the underside gap between floor and door. It is dated at the top to read twelve days post A’s death.

B -

In case no one else says it, I hope you take time to grieve. This is not your fault. You deserve to act upon your emotions. Thought you might need to hear / see that. You can throw this away now.

There is no signature.

💬 [to: 999-9999] how much footage do you even have of me i know you were taping. youre a sick pathetic freak ill put that harddrive through your skull [/failedtosend]

.💭 ‘Can’t quite date this piece… Could possibly ask Mr. Hue about this, but I don’t really want to see him… Umbral would probably do it if I asked. Why does he like him so much? He smells like lead poisoning.’

📓 [03/03/200x, 09:12] Umbral told me a story about Backup last night. He presented it as extraneous, funny even, but I think it had a bigger impact on him than he initially led on. I cannot say I knew Backup all that well personally, but his reputation continues to speak volumes past his severance with the house and it does not speak of kindness or nobility. Cruelty, usually, is what is associated with his actions, and I do not imagine it was really all that different behind closed doors. But, I suppose there could be room for some incongruity. Umbral seemed dismissive (disappointed? confused?) when I did not find the humor or merit in the memory shared. It is worrying to think how much he endured even outside of that singular event to make what he said seem normalized or justified. Perhaps I am looking too deep into the pit that is my roommate’s motivations, but still this does shine a lick of light down the well. I would hope then, with this forced time now separated, he is able to find praise outside of that cycle. Backup deserves retribution for the pain he has inflicted unnecessarily. More importantly though, Umbral deserves real love.

[a-for-alternative]

  Alternative is caught off guard, flinching violently when Backup throws open the door — a one-man SWAT-team executing a raid on their already disrupted sanctuary. 

  Pictures clatter on walls, coffee ripples in mugs, a letter flutters off the desk

  Every corner rattles with B’s entrance as though a quiver goes through the atmosphere itself.

  Another hard shudder rolls through him when Backup slams the door closed, leaving them alone together, the beginning of the expanse of evening that A will spend ignoring B’s penetrative gaze, trying to burn through his patience like a flame to the wick. 

   If only a lick to his fingers could snuff the raven-haired scourge out, could allow him to turn the page on this chapter of his life so he could get to the end without having ever endured it—

“... It... is.” He responded with a tepid trepidation that one might use when trying to remember if it’s black on red and you’ll be dead or red on yellow that kills your fellows. 

 It wasn’t lost on him that B had just implied that he kept it, that it was meant for Alternative to have which insinuated that B had in fact delivered it. He couldn’t discern the impetus for his actions but A met Backups vacuous eyes with a tender caution, his soft blue eyes waiting for the clearing to settle and indicate that he wasn’t about to be poached. 

     “... They say that boys often go their entire lives without receiving flowers until their funerals, I suppose now that cannot be said of either of us...”

     In the back of his mind is a budding resentment that never flowers, bitterness that everything feels so ceaselessly perilous— that you can't even give the boy you like flowers because he's a monster in human skin and you’re a perfectionist with an ego like glass.

[A big, beautiful rose rests neatly on A's pillow. There is no note, and no one waiting for him to discover it.]

Alternative enters the room cautiously, surreptitiously glancing out the window to see Backup, squaring off with a tree...

Relieved to be alone, A nearly startles when the mass of pink catches his attention. For a brief instant he doesn't recognize what it is perched on his pillow, roughly the size of his open palm.

His exhausted blue eyes settle on its dusty pink petals that furrow out indolently against his tightly made bed with a mix of consternation and an unsteady warmth.

Somehow, this is meant to intimidate

Alternative never receives flowers-- things here are never as they appear, they're never delivered without a subliminal menace.

He remembers giving Backup white lilies from the meadow when they were children and the threat me felt after seeing the boy's face light up with recognition of advantage he had just been handed.

He takes it between his fingers and knows that peace offerings don't exist in places like this and he can only fathom this coming from one place, Caustic... Not wanting to give the pernicious little sociopath the pleasure of seeing him keep it, he acts on his first instinct to throw it away.

But, something about it laying so innocently lovely in the discarded trash, a casualty of a feud between inimical teenagers bothers him...

The sight of it reminds him of something uncomfortable within himself that he's not ready to recognize and he takes it back out before putting it in a vase Backup had yet to plant a specimen in.

--And, put it on the table at B's bedside.

[fairweather-fangs]

All texts except for lyrics ;)

We are now living in an alternate world where F actually looks at his phone.

㊁ : emergency

[Txt] [Bees]

:Hey i thunk i fell down the stairs

:I can't find K or C i need help please

:I think i broke my arm. I might be being dramatic

:I can't go to the nurse I'm like bqlck our drunk

:Please

♡ : endearing/affectionate/loving

[Txt] [Bees]

:This might seem out of no ahere but... i really like that you out your hands on me alot

:It’s cute. I like the random touch

:You should be more handsy with me morenoften. Not in a weird way. Or maybe it is i don't know

👅 : sext/suggestive

[Txt] [Bees]

:I'm feeling a little bored...

:And a little needy...

:Do you wanna come to my room and have some fun or do I need to come to you?

[Semi blurry picture of him shirtless in a body harness smoking a blunt, the top part of his face isn't shown]

★ : wrong number

[Txt] [Yoriko(?)]

:Ok so if you could nake any mystical creture real? What one?

:I'd say like, specifically east asian dragons because then westher predicting would involve asking a lizzrd which os better than asking cclouds

:That or clownfish because they are very cute and I want one as a pet. Or to just see one i don't know

:Hey oh my god wait this is Yoriko right? C changed all my contacts. O don't know which ones are which i forgot to ask first haha

☯ : angry/hateful

[Txt] [Bees]

:Hey not to be rude but do yiu have any othwr setting that "super mean and judgmenral?"

:Because i feel like you're just really bitchy 100% of the time

:It it cause you can't more number one or dose A not suck you off enough?

♖ : drunk/drugged

(=That’s like all his messages ajejaja=)

[Txt] [Bees]

:Are your feee?

:Cause i need hslo shsomehtjnv

[Blurry image of what might be his floor in his room, very filled with smoke, absolutely nothing can be made out in the image]

:THEIS!!

♛ : worried

[Txt] [Bees]

:Hey.

:So I cannot find some of the expensive stuff in my room and I'm freaked out someone took that.

:And that's alot of money so I was wondering if you knew anyone who came to possess a suspicious amount of my product as of late.

:Seriously this is like a net loss of a good several hundred pounds. C doesn't know shit I'm gonna loose it.

♘ : late night

[Txt] [Bees]

[Picture of a clear night sky, taken from the garden outside]

:That’s kinda fucked up huh?

[y-the-youthful]

B holds out a plastic bag full of assorted bottles of alcohol. "Hey, prude. Live a little."

"My lord, how dull things must be if this is considered living." They take out a can anyway. If it is free...

[xrphansrevival]

A6 and B3 for A and B please! ! !

I enjoyed learning how to draw your A! More under the cut.

i sketched A a few times to try and get the feel of his hair because for some reason his hair seems to elude me. still not fully satisfied with how it came out but its better than my first few attempts, one of which looked too much like my A LOL. also bonus the sketch before the lined art for this one. anyway ayyyyo hope you like it!

[y-the-youthful]

"Gentlemen, gentlemen you are both beautiful but you know who's more beautiful? My girl Yoriko." G has entered the chat.

Why is A so beautiful??!