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[secretshinigami]

a memory of yesterday

Author: @theredtint For: @synapsi-s Pairings/Characters: L Lawliet & Beyond Birthday Rating/Warnings: PG-13 Prompt: L’s thoughts about the LABB case Author’s notes: This is a bit more of L’s general memories of B and his thoughts about the man who created LABB and how he got there but I hope you like it!

B was always…special. From the first moment L saw him walking along the hallways of that house something was off. The blonde fluffy curls bounced about his head after escaping the low ponytail, dressed in an oversized knitted sweater, fit for the winter chill of a barely heated house, and pale as a ghost. Babbling along something about theoretical physics to A who was rather obviously consumed in his own thoughts. That was the first time L saw B. A ray of sunshine and enthusiasm. A child full of potential and ready to realize it. Specks of burgundy color in his brown eyes. He should’ve paid more attention to his successors, then maybe Los Angeles could’ve been avoided. It’s a regret that L can’t afford to have, one that had to be crushed and gotten rid of.

The second time L saw B he was a splotch of white skin against black hair, white loose fitted shirt, same dark circles that haunted L ever since he was 10. Harsher around the edges, dangly limb and all out of place joints. L thought he looked more like some sort of caricature of a human being than an actual human, like he himself used to look. Like B rearranged himself into something that L used to be on purpose. It made him sick. Made him sick the way B’s now maroon eyes shifted above people’s heads, and that smile he had like he knew too much, L stayed out of B’s sight. He should’ve told someone to keep an eye on him, and yet he didn’t, he choose to ignore it as if it wasn’t his business.

The third time L saw B was wearing all black, standing in the shade of an angel statue at A’s funeral. He wasn’t crying, just stood there staring at the ground while the rest of the orphanage staff finished up and left, L passed by the cemetery later and he was still standing there, long after the dirt was evened out and it started to rain. L sent a caretaker after him. B wasn’t there. L wondered later if this was a moment B broke or if it was long before then, if his plan was in his head for longer than A was in the ground. He never got the chance to ask.

The case was gruesome, with too many clues that screamed that it was B, too many clues that told him it wasn’t about the people, it was about L. That those people were just a means to an end. Nothing more than pawns. A child with so much potential turnt rogue. Lead astray by anger and grief, and all L wanted was to put him away, lock him away into some corner where he didn’t have to deal with it. Believe Bridsmaid, the Akazukin Chacha manga that A introduced B to; Quarter Queen, the missing eyes, two gaping burgundy holes; Backyard Bottomslash, the clock. L wasn’t too sure what that one was supposed to represent, the time that run out? It was brutal, all of it, more brutal than he expected B to be capable of. Clever and evil at the same time. B only made one mistake, he was too arrogant, he didn’t see the person in front of him, only the mastermind behind Naomi. And L choose well, as he always did. 

Then there was the last time L ever seen B alive. A failed successor turned enemy, even if L never really seen him as such. A nuisance at most. Burnt and covered in bandages, laying on that hospital bed he looked small. Smaller than he really was, L knew. He came to talk, and yet B was unresponsive. Not by his own volition no, it was the mix of drugs and pain pulled him away into the unconscious realm. The amount of IV drips and monitors looks almost excessive. L sits there for a bit next to B’s bed, waiting if he wakes up or not, he doesn’t. The beeping of the machines gets to him eventually. It’s frustrating, piercing, he wants them to stop. And yet he still sits there for a few hours, contemplating what to do with Beyond. There is too much there to just discard, too much intellect trapped in that unstable brain of him, it could be useful. Later, much later after B served some sort of punishment. When he leaves the hospital the air feels heavy and constricting, a premonition of a storm.

He meant to come and get B eventually, all the ignored phone calls were just because he didn’t have the time, L rarely had the time for anything that isn’t work, and B wasn’t work anymore. When the criminals started dropping dead he decided it was the time, but things were progressing fast and uncertain and he just didn’t have the time, wasn’t desperate to pull someone like B out of prison for help. December came and went and Light Yagami was fascinating. A boy with too much potential and a smile like he knew too much. A familiar sight that set L’s blood on fire. A memory of yesterday. A memory he was ready to let out a bit too late.

B was buried on Wammy’s grounds next to A’s grave. L didn’t attend, as far as he knows no one did. A mistake like that is best buried and forgotten.

[resilicns]

“you said the same thing last time.”

“Yes, and I tend to be correct. What baffles me is that you felt the need to ask again,” L murmured, keeping his expression blank despite the urge to smirk. His day-to-day routine was often quite dull, so he found his enjoyment in the little things, like getting under people’s skins.

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

☾Bʀᴇᴀᴋ☽             X

His mind is still so very foggy when he first wakes, leaving him disoriented as he groans and presses a bandaged hand to his head. His memory takes more than a moment to return and when it does, his eyes widen and he fixes the other with a hard glare. 

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, finally noticing his dressed wounds from earlier. Why had he bothered to do anything beyond stemming the blood flow? Was this his attempt at appearing human or was he trying to apply to Alisx’s empathy? If so, it was far too late for that. 

“I’m not going to tell you anything.”

@theredtint

[mikhailis]

@theredtint liked for a starter!

“Your friend must be very special to you, little one.”

There’s a glint of scarlet eyes and sharp teeth in the shadows, amusement clear in the creature’s smooth baritone voice.

“But there are things even I cannot do. Something truly lost can never be returned, however desperately you may wish it—or however steep the price you are willing to pay.”

[servesjustice-blog]

“Is the gun supposed to scare me?”

   “it’s supposed to kill you, i thought that should’ve been obvious.”

   dry sarcasm was something that light did not often find himself using, yet it had either been that or the silent treatment. there were, of course, EASIER ways to kill someone; the gun was more of a statement, a THREAT.

   “come quietly. you’re under arrest.”

@theredtint

[drowning-in-dn-hell]

@theredtint's request "but what if tiny B with a cat" (Lost my stylus so have to do trad art cri)

[secretshinigami]

Artist: synapsi-s For: theredtint Prompt: Something domestic and fluffy with B Artist’s notes: I don’t know if this little comics can be considered “fluffy”, even because I could not help myself but put some creepy elements and with Beyond it’s quite natural, I guess - I mean, the guy is a serial killer so… In some of my wildest ideas, he had lived in the suburbans of Los Angeles during all the LABB period (and maybe from even before), in a old house, with a cat that he was used to call “Sweety (the Kitty)”. I hope you like it!

[light-kun]

Hey, lovely 😊 Can you recommend me your favorite RP blogs, if you have some?

hey! i have so many rp blog favorites, here are some of them (i’m sorry about the tags in advance):

@lawforlight @tsukiyagami @justicealwayswins @lightforl @theprettiestkira @justiitio @incontaminata @misora–massacre @lawfulorder @arahitogami @ofwinningorlosing @yagami-raito-kun @theredtint @justiceforged @sanctitydesigned @mihhael @agnusedei @erusive @jxsticeincognito @skeptiicisms @takadakiyomi @causetotremble @trepidatixn and @autonomxxs

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

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☾ Mᴀғɪᴀ Pʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs☽       accepting

8. Witness: Your muse walks in on mine killing someone

His hands were slick with blood, but it paled in comparison to the salty water drowning his face and neck. Somewhere between the what felt like endless strikes and his heart crying out, he had heard the screams. Heard them, but never fully registered. All he knew for those few precious moments was that he was angry. But then, at this point when wasn’t he?

Alisx had spent so much of his life angry. He’d thought by now he would have at least let go of past grievances, but he just couldn’t.

The others had told him to quit it, stay away from an old ghost. He’d only stir up trouble for himself and everyone else. He’d certainly tried to listen.

But he hadn’t been face to face with Tanner since.. before. And seeing him again only caused those memories to come back and Alisx simply didn’t have control over himself.

He collapsed onto his knees next to the bloody man only half conscious and fumbled for the blade some inches away. 

“You deserve this.” He panted out, curling his fingers around the hilt of the blade. He believed it entirely, but his heart still lurched- or maybe it was the door opening- as he threw his hand back and brought it forward again, plunging it into the other’s chest.

He might not’ve heard anything above his own trembling, sobbing and heart racing if the otherwise silent house had not echoed the creak from the floorboards.

Alisx’s head snapped upward, umber eyes wide as they settled on the figure who walked in, into this nightmare. 

“B..” He swallowed, hard. “Help me.”

[listeningboy]

theredtint replied to your post: Tried to join B but he’s not talking to me. Guess...

isn’t b also a frog man

No, B is a toad

[erumodoki]

Things your character absolutely cannot stand

BOLD = your character DOES NOT enjoy this Italic = Your character is begrudgingly okay with this, used to it or will at least look the other way Strikethrough = Your character displays this trait, approves of or engages in this behavior (or item)

Swearing/Profanity | Being petted | Certain colors (specify which!) RED | Nail-biting | Quiet Environments or people | Loud Environments or people | Slang usage | Mumbling | Tapping | Knocking | Rocking back and forth | Humming | Twiddling their thumbs | Nails on a chalkboard | Hedonism | Offkey singing | Obnoxiousness | Overconfidence or cockiness | Crying | Shyness | Scratching | Proper grammar/formal speech | Not chewing with their mouth closed | Belching | Unkempt people | Poor hygiene | Yelling | Certain smells | Religious people | Non-religious people | Zealots | Hypocrisy | Arrogance | Ignorance | Defiance | Racism | Prejudice | Assumptions being made about them | Rumors | Arguing | Infidelity or cheating | Backstabbing | Routines |Gluttony | Laziness | Procrastination

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[resilicns]

@theredtint reblogged your post ““you said the same thing last time.””

“It’s hardly a ‘spiel.’ And I’m the judge of whether or not you’re ready to go free.” While L did agree that a year was likely enough, he was refusing to agree, now, simply because B had suggested it. “Perhaps five years might be necessary. Your tone seems dangerous, to me.”

[secretshinigami]

October in the Life of Wammy

Author: theredtint For: voldy-in-my-turban  Pairings/Characters: N/A, just some Wammy Kids and B Rating/Warnings: G Prompt: Wammy kids doing Halloween shenanigans behind Roger’s back Author’s notes: I was trying a bit of a new style with this, hopefully you like it!

The orphanage has been buzzing with anxious excitement since the start of October. Despite the mix match of orphan’s religions, cultures, and nationalities, Halloween was something that the orphanage ended up adopting as a school wide event. The most excitement can be heard from the older kids. B and A specifically. Despite prank and scare wars being banned two years ago, due to them causing several of the younger kids creative usage of anatomy lab props, the whole orphanage knows they still happen behind the staff’s back. It’s a mostly harmless warfare on top of the usual competition between the alphabet runners. Seemingly nothing in this house can happen without a competition weaved through out it, its essence soaking into the very air of the orphanage, infecting anyone and anything that comes through the metal gates at the entrance of the old house.

October 1st

The opening of the Halloween shenanigans became as it has for the past two years, a bloody message in the common room, not actual blood this time, seems like someone wasn’t able to break into the infirmary blood storage. 

“Welcome to Halloween Month Kids” it read on the paneled wall, B was made to clean the mess up, no one questioned why he didn’t argue against it. The message was made and everyone knew to look around the corners and lock their doors at night if they didn’t want to wake up with some nasty surprises. The house buzzes with plans, small and fun from the younger kids, toy spiders and gummy worms; and more grandiose from the older kids, involving not so legal activities in some cases. Roger makes a notice that once again they ask people not to break into anatomy lab because it will have consequences for everyone. Someone swears they see B grin like a maniac, but then he does that often.

October 5th

Someone did break into the blood storage and anatomy lab. The suspects are rumored to be…well it’s just B, again. He did it the past three years, so no one is surprised when his room is searched but nothing is found and he is still punished for it. B isn’t surprised either. 

October 13th

This day has a special meaning in the hearts of the top two students. If you look into their room at the top floor of the orphanage you can find them sited together with a small cake with a candle in the middle. B is blowing out the candles and the smoke goes out the window into the cold morning air. There is no Happy Birthday Song or gifts, just a quiet morning with a cake and well wishes and a boy one year older. Nothing really significant happens that day, aside from students noting that B looks way more happy and talkative than usual.

October 20th 

The day starts as normal as it could, too normal for being so close to Halloween. It doesn’t last long however as they file into the cafeteria for breakfast and B is quietly escorted out by Roger, a more common occurrence than one might suspect. Especially during October, some of the kids make bets on how many times B is going to end up in Roger’s office over the course of the month, somehow A always wins. 

The rumors start flying almost immediately, someone says that B stole more blood, some say he actually went out and killed something for the decorations, the real reason doesn’t even matter by the end of breakfast because whatever it is has been blown way out of proportions and the rumors of what it could be seed a lot more fear than it actually could’ve been.

By 10 pm that same day that people start to calm down and realize that nothing has happened, that whatever it was that B did might’ve not even been related to any of them, it might’ve not even been related to Halloween at all. God where they wrong.

October 31st

 The past week was quiet, but quiet in that calm before the storm way. Quiet in that way that makes the pit of your stomach twist with anticipation of whats to come. The day starts with a heavy rain, hammering against the old orphanage walls, there are sounds of distant thunder which echo across the sky during breakfast and small murmurs of complains inside the common room and down the halls. There is one person who is just beaming with excitement, and that is, once again unsurprisingly, B. Well at least he tries not to be as excited as he actually is. The day starts fairly peacefully with way too realistic gummy worms in food. That could even be called a treat for the kids. Who is being that one is unknown. 

What is less fun is when someone releases a jar of spiders into one of the classrooms. They are simple house spiders but the sheer amount of them sends kids running. No one is punished for it, Roger pleads with the little geniuses of the orphanage to stop this today and not escalate the scares. He finds a dead rat in his office drawer an hour later. That is a surprisingly common occurrence that he just sighs and throws the dead animal away. 

The rain continues flooding the streets and the mushy earth outside for the remainder of the day, creating the perfect atmosphere for scary stories inside the walls of the orphanage. Real stories of horrors of humanity mixed with legends and myths of almost every religion and culture on Earth. Beyond is, as usual, the leader of the story telling in the living room, dressed in all his black and armed with a toy knife, which he jabs at whoever should tell the next story. It goes on till the evening classes start, and then after the classes until the lights out time.

It was a peaceful Halloween, much more peaceful than usual.

[lawforlight-blog]

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[erumodoki]

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.  repost & tag away !

tagged by:  @alabaster-blues tagging: @theredtint @pxllidum @sncwwhitequeen

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. compulsion 002. apathy 003. mania 004. psychosis

COLOURS:

001. white 002. yellow 003. grey 004. brown

SCENTS:

001. rain 002. fog 003. tea 004. plastic

OBJECTS:

001. white lighters 002. tarot cards 003. bugs / insects / amphibians

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. neck / finger cracking  002. lip pursing 003. intense eye contact 004. jaw clenching 005. shrugging

AESTHETICS:

001. sun through stained glass 002. dust 003. ocean birds 004. bones