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How lawlight fanfic writers make Light yagami look like:
#lost in the cloud#Can't get over how much he looks like light#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#mihael keehl#nate river#near#mello#misa amane#l#aesthetic
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I binged this serie all night and i also couldn't stop thinking about how much he looks like Light
was reading this manhwa today and i can't stop thinking about how much this man reassembles light yagami
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And the cat only likes matsuda.
Death note au where everything is the same expect L has a fat grumpy cat that just sits around the task force with a resting grumpy face and Light absolutely hates this cat because she's always hissing at him and biting him and he's convinced that L trained her to do this. Anyways, after he kills L, he gets stuck with the cat and he's forced to adopt her. And they always hate each other, like no character development, just hatred.
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Death note au where everything is the same expect L has a fat grumpy cat that just sits around the task force with a resting grumpy face and Light absolutely hates this cat because she's always hissing at him and biting him and he's convinced that L trained her to do this. Anyways, after he kills L, he gets stuck with the cat and he's forced to adopt her. And they always hate each other, like no character development, just hatred.
#kinda of like katniss and that cat#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#nate river#near#mihael keehl#mello#misa amane#aesthetic#l#death note headcanons#death note shitpost#shitpost#headcanon#light yagami headcanons#cats#grumpy cats#l lawliet head canon#lawliet#lawlight headcanon
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Litcherely me
#this is what i mean when i say I'm manipulative#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#nate river#near#mihael keehl#mello#misa amane#aesthetic#l
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There was only one time Mello got to be first. One time he surpassed Near. He was thirteen and they had an exam the next day, he had spent the entire night in the library. As he was rereading the same paragraph twice, he started sobbing, the meaningless about all those hours he spent catched up to him, what was the point? He will fail again. Once the agony became unbearable, there was only one thing he could think of doing. He took the old rosary from his bag, one of the few things he got left from his family, and prayed the rest of the night till he lost his voice. When the results came out, and he got first place, the rosary never left his neck. For all the years that followed, he prayed every night and every morning, hoping for to be heard a second time but his prayers were only answered once in his life and never again. The final time he prayed was five hours before his death, but this time he didn't pray for victory, he prayed to be remembered as someone who tried.
#Mello#mihael keehl#death note#death note headcanons#sad post#l lawliet#light yagami#nate river#near#mello#misa amane#aesthetic#l
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Guys i might write a fic like this
I don’t know if we’re still in the age of Y/N L/N search-and-replace self-insert fanfics but can I just say there’s MASSIVE untapped potential for a Y/N L/N Death Note fanfiction if you just
if you just
hang on. This. Like this:
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Light clicked his bedroom door shut, and leaned against it, and slid gently down. His attention was wrapped so wholly in the unmarked envelope in his hand. He slit it open, and unsheathed the documents like he was pulling money from a wallet. He was, in a sense. These documents had cost him. The private eye he hired had not been cheap.
But it HAD been worth it, Light knew with relief washing through his veins as he thumbed through the contents: birth certificate, social security card, medical records, vaccination history, school records, IDs with photos – mother’s name, father’s name, date of birth, eye color, hair color, blood type.
Light held in his hands EVERYTHING there was to know about the girl. And he basked in it, drinking it in, a name finally to attach to the woman who haunted him.
First name: Y/N. Last name: L/N.
Light cracked a grin, rib cage rippling with manic chuckles that bubbled to his lips and erupted, cackles, delighted trills. The sense of victory flooded him. That girl who knew he was Kira, that girl who had worked so hard to hide her identity, that girl who plagued him, followed him, haunted him every day, who he could never touch.
Finally, Light could kill her.
He rose, and walked nearly numb to his desk, and pulled out the scrap of Death Note he kept in the false bottom of the top drawer. He reveled in it as he wrote: Y/N L/N, dies alone at 11:48pm of a brain aneurysm.
The damnation felt so sweet.
…
She was waiting for him, early as the sun which crested behind her, all soft smiles and sweet squinted eyes. She was waiting for him as she did every single day. She stood there, as always - a thing of nightmares.
The blood left Light’s face once he opened the front door to her, feet and hands tingling cold, stomach in knots.
He’d been worried when he awoke to no news about his dead university classmate. And the confirmation of his every fear settled as a knot in his gut. Y/N L/N was alive, in front of him, just as she was every other day, smiling.
“You seem surprised, Light. Like you’ve seen a ghost?” Her wry smile was a mockery. Light loathed her more than anything.
“Y/N … L/N…” he muttered, through gritted teeth. “…Good morning.”
“Oh! You discovered my name. Good job good job, that was faster than I expected.”
“Why—”
“Aren’t I dead?” she titled her head and swayed a bit in place. “That’s how Kira kills people, yeah? Full name? And you’ve got mine. So why aren’t I dead?”
Kira. Light’s eye twitched. She did that. At every chance, dropping with such nonchalance that she knew. If he argued back, she would ignore him. If he defended himself, it would get him nowhere.
Ignore, deflect, probe, find a weak point.
“Is it a fake name? Is Y/N L/N a fake name?” It would be hard to believe; it would be beyond elaborate. Every ounce of documentation would need to have been faked, or else perfectly stolen, with a complete erasure of who the girl really was. Not a single piece of contradictory evidence. Enough to completely fool Japan’s most esteemed private eye. It was almost unfathomable.
“No, it’s not a fake name. That’s my name. My real name. You’re right.” She spun on her heel and walked forward, into the sun, toward campus, sunlight streaking through the wisps in her hair. “But you can’t kill me with it, Kira.”
Light refused to answer. He refused to concede. He refused to show his hand, and yet, maybe he already had… Maybe he’d already lost.
He’d try again tonight. He’d try again as many times as it took to eliminate her, this unfathomable girl, who appeared in his uni classroom claiming to be an old elementary school classmate of his, who followed him every day and spoke in hints that suggested she knew, and yet never revealed how, or why, or what she wanted from him.
He’d try again. He’d kill her this time.
“It won’t work, trying again, that is. If you want to kill me, you’ll have to use your own hands.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “But that’s messy, and suspicious, and too easy to solve, right? So you need the Death Note to do away with me. But it won’t work.”
Death Note, dammit, she really DID know.
“Hey Light, what’s my name?”
“Y/N, L/N,” he ground out, almost robotically.
“Say it again.”
“Y/N, L/N.”
“And what name did you write in the Death Note?”
Light hesitated. Did he stand any chance of keeping his hand concealed?
He locked eyes with her, and he knew the answer was no. She knew. He knew.
“Y/N L/N.”
“Doesn’t sound quite right, does it?” she asked. And with her words, Light felt some unsettled something thud in his chest. A disquiet. An unrest. A thinly veiled wrongness.
“My name, that name, Y/N L/N, how do you spell it?” she asked.
“Y…” Light paused. Y? No… That was almost certainly not right.
“First letter, second letter, third letter. Come on. I believe in you.”
A headache was building behind Light’s eyes.
“Y…. S-slash…. N…” No. That wasn’t a name. That wasn’t anyone’s name. And it wasn’t her name. Her name, her name was—
“You can’t spell it, Light. You can’t. And no one can. No one except an extremely, intractably lucky person could even guess what my name might be, at the time that all of this plays out.”
“What does that mean?”
“What do I look like, Light? The Death Note needs a mental image! What do I look like?”
And Light looked. He looked directly at her, piercing, probing, roving, studying, drinking her in. She looked exactly as he remembered, with H/C hair and E/C eyes and….
What color hair?
What color eyes?
What name?
“I’m not anyone, Light,” she offered with the same, sweetly saccharine smile that Light could not describe beyond those words. “Or I’m everyone, I guess. I’m every Y/N L/N who reads this, any one of them. And when the dust settles, and the story stabilizes, and those markers are replaced for real, it will be too late. Because that will not be the name you wrote in your Death Note. You’ll always have written Y, and slash, and N, and L, and slash, and N, and that will never be right. I’ll be someone else by the time it matters, every time.”
Light blinked through the stars in his vision. Looking at her hurt, his vision wobbling in and out of focus on the nothing, and the everything she was. The hair color, and the eye color, and the first name, and the last name, that were every potential quantum combination, and still none of them.
He shut his eyes.
“What do you want from me?” he asked. “Why are you following me? Why do you know who I am. What do you want?”
“Nothing. I want nothing. I don’t have a defined will. It’s not like I’m a person.” She stepped forward again, hands clenched to the bag behind her back. A normal school bag, a normal school uniform, trotting in step eastward toward the college campus. “I’m an insert. And that means I’m whoever they want me to be, every time. It’s not any deeper than that.”
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It absolutely makes my blood boil when people associate gender with things THEY enjoy doing or a skill that THEY have. Like no, being emotional isn't a 'girl thing' just because you're a girl and emotional, it's a YOU thing. Stop creating dumb ass gender stereotypes that have no evidence other than experience. People need to know the difference between basic personality characteristics and gender.
Literally most of our problems in any type of inequality comes from stereotypes.
Also, since I'm on a feminist rant I'll just complain about some more stuff. Like for example, the whole 'pick me girl' thing. Those girls who use that term not only do they call girls who don't like to wear makeup 'pick me' but they also fully believe that makeup is an essential to being a woman. Like no, woman aren't born with the inner urge to wake up and cover their faces with chemicals, sorry to break it for you.
Also, can we all just admit that makeup is not 'art', it's a way to cover insecurities. Okay yeah i get it, makeup can be fun. But let's be real, girls who do a full face of makeup since they were young are not doing it because they see it as an art, they are insecure and dependent on it to make them feel better about their looks. I don't see what part of contouring your nose to look smaller and spending so much money on the same products rebranded screams 'art'.
I don't think that wearing makeup is necessarily something to get men's attention, but most of the time it's an unconscious desire. We live in a world where everything is about men. Growing up as a girl, you're sort of wired to always value your looks and men's opinions. It's simply the male gaze and ignoring it does no good.
I enjoy wearing makeup every now and then too, but my first instinct when i see a girl saying she doesn't like to wear any isn't to bash her for liking how her natural face looks like.
And if you really think makeup is a good thing for women, I'm afraid you are beyond help.
And don't even get me started on the whole 'girls have mother instinct' bullshit because it makes me want to bash my head against the wall. It's basically a nicer way to say that women are just baby machines. Just because you have the ability to get pregnant doesn't mean that's all you are. Like you are able to open a door but that doesn't mean your whole life purpose and role is to open the god damn doors. Girls don't have mother instincts just because you shove a baby doll into their hands at the age of five.
#feminist#radical feminst#without the transphobia#feminazi#feminism#feminist rant#makeup#pick me girl#liberal feminism#woman rights#womanhood#female rights#female rage#male gaze
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I've been thinking about an au where light's confinement is like misa's so i edited this masterpiece.
#it's a good thing soichoro is also in confinement or he would've strangled L#The tension would've been really something#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#nate river#mihael keehl#near#mello#misa amane#aesthetic#l
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This is every lawlight shipper's worst nightmare
what if L and Light had bunk beds during the Yotsuba arc
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To complete the nightmare, i think Beyond performed plastic surgery on himself to look like L, and it was prob terrifying.
#no not lip fillers#just real surgeries like nose and stuff#death note#light yagami#l lawliet#nate river#near#mihael keehl#misa amane#mello#aesthetic#l#beyond birthday
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Seeing as L only takes cases he's interested in, i don't think that would be much different in school (fem L or not lol) He's definitely the type of smart people who's report card has like A plus in stuff he's interested in and the rest he barely gets the passing grade because he doesn't give a shit.
He would be a total asshole in the class too
What if a fem L went to school? 💀💀💀
For some reason L strikes me as the type of smart kid who might not actually do well in school much of the time? Possibly seen as somebody with behaviour issues who only applies themselves to something when they're genuinely interested in it... I also think L really hates being told what to do or how to behave, and that L's main instinct is to usually try to do the opposite out of spite when people get overly bossy and rigid about stuff... in my mind this is how L in school regardless of their gender would probably behave
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And to think that L and Light could've spent their life together until L died naturally and Light would've became one of those angry old people who give children expired candy on purpose
Death Note Lifespans
I was bored so I took it upon myself to calculate DN characters lifespans down to the minute—estimates, of course, I'm not a math wiz.
Something I did notice is that only a few of them have actual, realistic lifespans—BUT this is what canon gave us. Idk if there's a canon reason for it but it's funny to think that Near & Aizawa & Ide somehow found a way to cheat death.
Light: 93312639
26, 240 days & 21 hours & 36 minutes
71 years & 9 months
L: 75231362
21,156 days & 4 hours & 5 minutes
57 years & 11 months
Misa: 1542306
433 days & 16 hours & 48 minutes
1 year & 68 days
Matsuda: 548192
154 days & 3 hours & 58 minutes
0 years & 5 months
Aizawa: 28317
7 days & 23 hours & 4 minutes
Near: 43406
12 days & 4 hours & 48 minutes
Mello: 502209
141 days & 5 hours & 31 minutes
0 years & 4 months
Soichiro: 932293
262 days & 4 hours & 4 minutes
0 years & 8 months
Sayu: 11213
3 days & 3 hours & 36 minutes
Ide: 9761
2 days & 17 hours & 45 minutes
Halle: 52438
14 days & 17 hours & 45 minutes
Gevanni: 305717
85 days & 23 hours & 16 minutes
Kollet: 592
3 hours & 50 minutes
Rod: 351011
98 days & 16 hours & 48 minutes
0 years & 3 months
Gardner: 026513
7 days & 10 hours & 48 minutes
McBride: 563532
158 days & 11 hours & 17 minutes
0 years & 5 months
Dwellton: 2134738
600 days & 7 hours & 41 minutes
1 year & 7 months
Ratt: 023521
6 days & 14 hours & 38 minutes
Kamoda: 16823428
4,730 days & 23 hours & 55 minutes
12 years & 11 months
Kuromoto: 234813
66 days & 43 minutes
0 years & 2 months
Bloyer: 12993
3 days & 15 hours & 36 minutes
Solt: 36928
10 days & 9 hours & 7 minutes
Shiroba: 6923781
1,947 days & 1 hour & 41 minutes
5 years & 3 months
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The hunting of Beyond birthday
~Mello's point of vue~
The sun was supposed to start rising anytime now, but i couldn't tell if it did because of the grim location of our so called apartment. Not that it would've changed anything if the sunlight falled inside the room, having spent my childhood in the grimly orphanage, Wammy's house, cold and godless nights live in my bones.
I stretched my arms above my head, the bright white light of the old computer illuminating the dark room. I had finished writing it, turning one of my rare conversation with L into a novel. It felt good to know that my existence left a trace, even if it will just be a file on a computer that was on the verge of falling apart. Well, perhaps not the only trace if you could count the ashes of all the essays and exams i had burned because of always lacking one mark to achieve perfection. But life found it's way to remain unfair, all while dangling perfection at fingertips out of my reach.
I couldn't hear the usual beeping sound of matt's gameboy, he was asleep on the couch behind me. He was wearing his usual red sweater and jeans, neither of us bothering to change from our rather uncomfortable clothes.
I sighted and got up, walking through the corridor illuminated by a couple strands of light from the computer. I intuitionaly stopped mid way, goosebumps breaking out of my skin when i felt a presence behind me. When i was sure from the emptiness of the corridor, i went into the bathroom and turned the bright while light on, dust particles could be seen around the lamp.
When i looked into the mirror, my tired reflection stared back at me. For a brief second, i saw younger me in the mirror. We shared the same tiredness of staying up late to achieve the perfect essay, perfect novel, perfect genius, perfect misfortunate orphan...
Then all of a sudden, as i went to turn on the faucet, my usual brown eyes went red as if they were made from glass and you could see the blood underneath.
I stumbled back against the counter, accidentally slashing my hand on the razor, the blood escaping my veins onto the white floor. A loud bang came from my and Matt's room, grabbing the cut to stop the bleeding, i ran back to the room to check on Matt but he wasn't on the couch sleeping like he was. The sound of cabinets slapping came from the small kitchen attached to the living room.
Feeling my fear go away and get replaced by anger, i went to the living room, turning on the tacky white light.
"Matt what the-" As i was going to start my angry rant, something felt off.
Matt didn't turn to look at me. He stopped opening and slamming the cabinets, he was just staring in front of him.
"Hello mello" It wasn't Matt's voice that came out of Matt's mouth. It sounded sinisterly entertained.
I stumbled slightly backwards, my eyes widening when Matt turned. He looked like it wasn't him who was moving his own limbs, like a puppet on a string without a mind of it's own. It was just his eyes that were different, they were... red.
"...Matt?" I grabbed onto the counter.
"That's a nice little book you wrote about me," The unsual voice said while Matt was standing right in front of me.
It took a few seconds for me to find my voice, "Beyond- that's impossible!" The dots connected in my heads, i felt the need to vomit.
"You should be quite familiar with the impossible by now," Beyond's voice jumped between the walls of the house and the walls of my brain. "Notebooks that kills, gods of deaths... I mean how impossible is it for someone to work so hard yet still die like a nobody."
I gritted my teeth, "Leave Matt alone!" I wanted to grab a weapon, but i knew that it would just result in hurting Matt.
"You know it won't make much of a difference if i killed him now," Matt's body grabbed a knife like a puppet on strings. "You both don't have a lot of time left."
I felt my heart sink to my stomach at his words. Beyond must have noticed that, even though i had mastered controlling my facial expressions, and his sinister laugh echoed through the walls.
"That really surprised you" He said between his laughter, "You failed everything in your life, did you really think you're going to win this time, that life will be merciful and let you taste victory one time before you rot?"
I couldn't find anything to say. I knew he was right. This my curse, i will always fail. I will get up and try again, and i will still fail. If i'm good i'm not great, and if i'm great i'm not perfect.
This will just be my last time failing.
I took a few steps back when Matt's body approached, not afraid of him hurting me, but rather of me hurting him by trying to defend myself.
But he didn't attack me, instead, he dipped his finger into the drops of blood on the counter that dripped from my wound.
I watched in horror as he started to trace number by number, i knew what those numbers were and i wanted to look away and not read them but it was too late to look away.
It's my date of death, my final day alive, the 27th January, two weeks from now.
"A little present from me." Beyond's entertained voice said, "You too should make the most of it till then, before you die like dogs, like nobodies."
The house went silent and so did my head as a feeling of dread washed over me.
Matt's body fell on the floor, and before i jumped to help him, i wiped the date away, not wanting him to see it.
The fear never left me as i carried Matt's passed out body to our room. I felt an unexplainable guilt as i placed him on the bed, the thought that i dragged him with me to our deaths.
"I'm sorry Matt."
#angst#death note#light yagami#l lawliet#nate river#near#mihael keehl#misa amane#mello#aesthetic#l#fanfictions#death note shitpost#death note fandom#mello and matt#mail jeevas#damage#beyond birthday#bb#beyond birthday is a little shit#and quirky#death note headcanons#character death
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