I was inspired by the most lovely Lawlight fic I have ever read, i.e., 'Seeking His Hand' by @mgcmind to draw this scene from Chapter 4!! <33

"Mr. Lawliet, unbelievably, and with all the shame of a harlot in a brothel, bends down on one knee at Light’s feet. His lips break into a full grin and he takes Light’s right hand in both of his. “Will you do me the honor of allowing me to pursue your time, your grace, and your affection?”

It is the same question that has been asked by lowborn men of lowborn women throughout history. It is unthinkable, almost sacrilegious, for a man of Mr. Lawliet’s status to speak the words, especially toward someone as lowborn as Light Yagami. Several people in their immediate vicinity have taken note, and are staring at the scene with shocked expressions. It is almost guaranteed that they don’t know Mr. Lawliet personally, but his clothes and his polished accent give away the fact that he is upper-classed. And of course everyone here knows that Light certainly is not.

Mr. Lawliet continues, his grin growing impossibly larger. “Or perhaps Light would rather skip all the conversation and travel and simply take me at my money’s worth.”      

That was definitely not part of the traditional script. Sayu giggles, Mother laughs quietly behind her hand, and even Father huffs in amusement.

Of course Light has no question of what his response must be. It, too, is one that has been passed down for generations. “I will do you that honor, sir.” L’s grin morphs into something softer, warmer, at that. He seals their agreement with a kiss pressed to the back of Light’s hand, and if it is customary to do that part, Light never knew."

Hi, mgcmind, how are you? 😘😘😘

Aww, how kind of you to ask! I'm...managing. lol My marriage is an A+. But every other aspect of my life feels like it needs improvement. Including being a writer (and responding to asks, so sorry these are all so late). So I'm working on that. <3

hey there james, can you please recommend me a couple of alternate universe death note fanfics? I usually like fluff.

Please recommend fics where the two of them are portayed having a healthy relationship... many of the writers show Light as someone who tries to manipulate L even if they are in love with each other, and I personally don't like that.

No toxic/abusive themes ig.

Also, it would be better if the fic shows that they've been together for a while... for like, years.

Sorry for being too specific, I hope you have something for me. 😊

hum hum hum lets see what I can dig up

if you're okay with an AU that's a little silly, From The Cradle is a fun kid fic where L and Light have a baby and have to raise da baby and its also by the amazing @mgcmind so of course the writing is phenom. It is rated Mature, but no smut, just the implication of smut-past.

literally anything @rachello344 wrote for Death Note fits ur criteria, altho not the longterm relationship one bc that's just a little thin on the ground in general. specifically i would rec As Sweet As Justice, where L is a baker and Light is photographer taking pictures of L baking. it is as sweet as it sounds. but for real: check out their whole catalog of lawlight fluffy AU one-shots.

@hebescus has a three part series called a kinder place to love which are all no Death Note AU, and are pure fluff of L and Light and their longterm relationship mooning over each other with lots of color metaphors and pretty lines and hews very close to what you're looking for.

that's what i've got right now! hope those recs work for ya! I'm sure i'm missing some perfect fit, but such is life.

Because I’m a bored piece of trash and I found @mgcmind‘s ‘Lawlight Week’ post to be hilarious, I decided to read it like a trash gossip podcast/news show. Credit goes to mgcmind for the read material, of course!

Link to post: Here

Lawlight Week Exchange

Title: Nexus Name of creator: @mgcmind Created for: @dotti55 Prompt: Light opens up to L the fact he thinks he’s gay. Characters: L Lawliet/Light Yagami Rating, warnings and no. of words: rated G, no warnings, 1758 words

The realization comes upon L slowly, which is unusual for him, as most realizations slam into his mind hard and fast, like freight trains. When he looks back on it, it is difficult to pinpoint the exact moment when he changed from the L who did not know to the L who did. Between late-night conversations (read: arguments) and early morning breakfasts, one truth about Yagami Light felt like it just…manifested itself, coming out from under the shadows and becoming brighter and brighter, until the thought of it ever being kept secret seemed ludicrous and unbelievable. (It is unusual for him to place this much importance on one piece of information. It isn’t as though it is useful for the investigation. It isn’t as though it is a clue. But perhaps it isn’t strictly the case that interests L right now.)

***

“Yagami-kun, do you believe in true love?” L asks one morning, early in their forced cohabitation, over scones and coffee.

Between one sip of coffee and the next, Light smiles, laughs a bit, like he thinks the question is a joke.

“Does anyone?” he answers, which isn’t really an answer at all.

“Of course,” says L. “Many people do, I expect.”

“Are you one of them?” asks Light. He keeps up a hint of the previous smile. One elbow rests casually on the tabletop, his chin sitting atop one lightly curled fist.

He is trying to deflect, and L says so.

Light stiffens a bit. The smile is nowhere to be seen now. (It means nothing, though. Light makes no expression, probably draws no breath, without precise, calculated intent. So if he looks caught off guard, it doesn’t mean he really is caught off guard.)

“So what if I am? This has nothing to do with the case. Are you going to lock me up again if I refuse to answer personal questions?”

L crunches into a scone. It is crispy on the outside. It is soft, warm, and luscious inwardly.

“That would be counter-productive,” he says. “Besides…what if I am merely trying to get to know you better? Is that so wrong? We are friends, aren’t we?”

“Strange topic for friends,” Light remarks drily, looking away.

L shrugs. He goes back to his scone.

Silence reigns for about thirty seconds or so. Then:

“Oh for God’s sake, Ryuzaki,” Light blurts out. “We both know you’re asking because you’re trying to convince me, yet again, to become intimate with Misa to get information about the second Kira. If I don’t believe in true love, you’ll say that there is no reason not to use my influence over Misa’s emotions to get information, since it could save many lives and won’t betray any hypothetical relationship with my True Love in the future. And if I do believe in true love, you’ll say that any True Love of mine would understand the position I’m in, and approve of whatever means I used to save innocent – or not so innocent – people. Because anyone compatible with me would have to have the mentality that the ends justify the means.”

L nods. No point in denying it, after all.

Light sets down his coffee cup with a none-too-gentle sound.

“If you’re smart enough for all of that, you should be smart enough to know I’m not refusing to seduce Misa because of the existence or nonexistence of any True Love,” Light tells him. “I’m refusing because it’s morally wrong. I have principles, Ryuzaki, and I’m asking you, yet again, to respect them.”

L makes a conciliatory gesture toward Light, over the tabletop.

“Very well, Yagami-kun. My apologies,” he says.

More silence. They finish breakfast, and manage to walk down the stairs to the investigation desks and computers without tripping each other up on the long handcuff chain.

When they sit down next to each other, each at their own respective monitors, Light says, “If you really want to know: no, I don’t believe in true love. And I don’t not believe in it either. I need evidence to make decisions, and I don’t have enough, at this point, to make a determination either way.”

L turns to look at him. He is met with shiny brown hair and a striking profile.

Then Light adds, with forced nonchalance, “And yes, we are friends.”

He turns to meet L’s gaze. His lips turn up - just the barest bit – into a small smile.

L finds himself wanting to smile back, inexplicably. He doesn’t, because Rue Ryuzaki certainly would not. But he does allow himself a nod and sincere-sounding, “thank you, Yagami-kun.”

***

Misa doesn’t miss an opportunity to flirt with Light. If she is around, she is dancing around him, trying to catch his eye, or else whispering in his ear, or smiling and batting her long eyelashes in his directions.

Light, for his part, never misses an opportunity to rebuff her advances. If she tries to sit in his lap, he stands and moves away. If she hangs off of his arm, he takes it back, pretending to type up research notes.

It seems incomprehensible to Misa that anyone could spend any length of time with Light Yagami and not want to engage with him romantically. When L attached his wrist to Light’s with a length of metal chain, her mind immediately jumped to L’s sexual preferences and how he clearly wanted Light near for his own gratification. When L corrected her, Misa reacted to him as a jealous lover would to a rival.

Misa is endearing, in her way, and L takes her accusations in stride. He takes her unwanted desserts, and bonks her on the head with paper megaphones, and occasionally joins her in teasing Light.

But even as he does these things, he remains acutely aware of his prime suspect. And he notes that throughout Misa’s endless flirtations, and her endless insinuations about L’s alleged homosexuality, Light remains conspicuously silent.

***

“I’m not lying to you, Ryuzaki!” Light screams. His voice - habitually an octave higher than most males his age, in order that he may appear kind, agreeable, and generally soft - goes an octave down. L realizes that this is how Light would sound normally, if he would allow himself to be even halfway authentic.

L prefers this voice. L will always prefer Light in his most truthful form. He will always be annoyed when Light obfuscates, or conceals, or downright lies.

“You are. You have been for months. You are Kira. There’s no question. Simply admit it.”

“I won’t!” yells Light, going so far as to stomp his foot. The moon shines itself like a spotlight on him.

“You hide yourself from everyone, all the time,” L says. “It is exhausting, isn’t it? Playing a part every second of every day? Wouldn’t it be nice to be honest with one person, at least? Wouldn’t it be nice to be honest with me?”

“I am honest with you! You’re too blind to see what’s right in front of you!”

“I have been called many things, Yagami-kun, but blind is not one of them,” says L mildly.

“That’s because I’m the only one you’ve ever met who’s smart enough to see it! You, with your pseudonyms and your computers and the goddamn persona you wear like a second skin! You want to lecture me about authenticity?” Light says, viciously. “Despite all your poking and prodding and invasions of privacy and these fucking things” - he brandishes the wrist with the handcuff on it - “despite all that, I’ve never lied to you!”

“Yagami-kun,” L scoffs. “You haven’t even been able to tell me the real reason you won’t investigate Misa.”

“I won’t manipulate her because I have principles! How many times to do I have tell you?!”

“Principles…” muses L. “Well, there may be some truth to that. But there is another reason. A deeper reason, something you won’t admit to me. I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself.”

And just like that, they’re no longer talking about the case.

Light’s eyes narrow, and his lips set themselves into an unbending line. The air surrounding them seems to chill all at once, and solidify like glass. Like ice. L wonders, for the first time in his life, if he has perhaps pushed someone too far.

“How dare you. How dare you!” Light hisses. “To think that I…that I honestly thought…”

He laughs, and it is a twisted, broken, furious sound.

“You can’t leave well enough alone, can you? It’s not enough for you to solve crimes? You have to push people and push and push and push until they break open. You want whatever anyone is hiding, whether it’s relevant to a crime or not! You can’t let anyone hold anything private, can you? You are so goddamned cold.”

Light delivers this diatribe with the harshest intonation L has ever heard another human being utter. Then he turns around, presenting L with his back, and stands, if possible, even taller and prouder than before.

“Congratulations, L. You’ve solved another mystery. Even if I were completely and utterly morally bankrupt, I wouldn’t be able to manipulate Misa the way you want me to. I couldn’t manipulate any woman that way. Not without a hell of a lot of mental gymnastics, anyway, and maybe the threat of torture as an incentive.” 

L says nothing. He never thought that Light would say so much, and he truly doesn’t know where to go from here.

“Nothing to say, Mr. Detective? I bet it’s still not enough for you. Not clear enough, or open enough, or honest enough, huh? I haven’t cut open my stomach and spilled my guts on the floor in front of you, so you aren’t satisfied. Fine. I suppose I’d hate for you to think me a coward, as well as a liar. So how’s this?”

Light turns around again, meeting L’s eyes with none of his typical kind-heartedness. None of his typical humanity.

“I’m gay.”

Still, L cannot speak. He can only stare. The moonlight pours down around Light’s shiny hair, creating the faintest of halos.

“Still nothing to say, huh? Why so quiet?” Light jeers. He can be truly vengeful when he wants to be. “Maybe instead of uncovering everyone else’s secrets, you ought to pay some attention to your own, detective.”

And with that, Light pulls the two of them to the computers, opens a browser window, and throws himself into research.

L tries to do the same, and finds himself a failure. 

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The Painting

Pairing : Jonghyun x female reader (there isn’t any pairing in it actually.)

Genres : Horror, angst, 

Summary : The painting of the monstrous man had always enthralled you. But what if he was enthralled by you too?

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, 

Collab:  This is for the Don't Breath collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo. Thank you for letting me take part. This is the first time I'm writing horror so I enjoyed! yeah it flopped

Collab description: In the town of Gongpo, there has been a series of deaths every last day of the month for the past 100 years. Every time the body was examined, the cause of death was always different. From stab wounds, to ripped limbs, to blood drained, what could have happened in the town? On the 31st of October 2021, horror stiked. The beautiful forest was on fire, buildings were being bombed and destroyed, and children were crying for their parents. People were killed left and right, by murderers, serial killers, and monsters. There were monsters roaming here in this town now, from zombies to banshees to even sirens, they were everywhere. There was no safe place here anymore.“Don’t talk, don’t look, don’t move, don’t breathe- unless you want them to find you.”

A/N: I don’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable with this story. Neither do I mean to insult Jonghyun in any way please don’t come at me. I’m sorry if you didn’t like the fic or it wasn’t scary enough. This is the first time I’m writing horror so it was a completely new experience for me. Big big thanks to my fic buddy @yukh3ic0re collab host @junjungsunwoo my babies @exoxobsession and @chaoticdreaminisode​ also my legendery unnie Mia @aquamarinenymph​​

WC: 2.3k

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She stood in front of the painting, the same one she had stood before years ago.

It was tucked away in a corner hall of the museum.

No one wanted to see such a gruesome painting and so, it had to be kept away.

She remembered the first day she saw it.

She had been just five, cradled in her father's arms.

The print of the horrifying-looking man ripping human limbs had been scary, but something had attracted her to it.

And she came back there, again and again. First with her father, and then all alone when he had gotten tired of taking her there again and again, despite him warning her about it.

And she would have stared at the painting for more years to come hadn't it been for the rumour about their town.

A rumour which was unfortunately true.

Every last day of the month, people were killed.

Just one.

And each time, the cause of death was different.

And that ugly rumour had led the family to move away and she never saw that painting ever again.

But now she was back again after many years, but this time as a journalist ready to solve the mystery behind this.

She had waited eagerly for the whole week. Waiting for the last day of the month.

And now here she was back again, on the 31st of October, staring at the painting once more.

She hadn't meant to come here tonight. She had intended to stay in town and find out the mystery behind these horrors.

But something, something inside her had told her to come here first.

At first, she thought it was nostalgia.

But now she could only feel horror as she stood in the semi-darkness. She could feel the hair standing at the back of her neck as her stomach curled in fear.

The painting was still the same. Exactly the same.

But the monstrous man from the painting was missing.

And she could see him standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.

Taking a deep breath she turned around and began walking away, praying that she was just hallucinating and nothing more.

She walked towards the exit which was still many halls away, not daring to breathe.

She could only hear her footsteps and her thundering heart beat in the empty museum.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, she reached the last section of the museum, the Maze of Mirrors.

She hasn't been there in years, but trusting her memory of it which had been shoved in some corner of her mind, she walked into the Maze.

The first few turns were fine, and she was beginning to feel better.

She still remembered the right turns to the correct exit. Breathing normally now, she calmed herself down.

Surely she had been hallucinating? Yes that must be it-

She felt heart stop as she came to a cross road.

Through the mirrors she could see to her far right, standing in front of the turn she needed to take, the man from the painting.

He looked horrid.

Blood was splattered all over his clothes and he had a mad look in his eyes.

Still unable to breath, she took the left turn. She would figure out a detour later. Right now, she needed to escape from him.

She walked on, feeling the mirrors when she realised she came to a dead end.

Now her heart was pounding frantically.

Rubbing the sweat from her forehead, she tried collecting her thought.

Why had she come here? To solve the mystery right? If she freaked out like this, how could she solve it?

Turning back, she retraced her path once more.

Once she came back to the fork again, she carefully peered into the correct direction.

It was completely empty.

Slowly she walked through the mirrors for some time in complete silence, the only sound being her heart beat.

She sighed in relief as came closer to the exit.

Relief flooded her and out of happiness she turned sideways to look at her reflection.

A scream tore through her throat as she stumbled back in horror.

There, beside her reflection in the mirror, stood the man from the painting.

He grinned at her and she ran backwards, only to crash against a mirror.

She felt herself fall back, and she screwed her eyes shut, bracing for  the impact.

But she never felt the pain of the glass. She felt herself hit the ground but she never felt the glass cut through her skin.

Before she could open her eyes, she heard an exploding sound followed by the sound of millions of glass mirrors shattering.

She screamed in panic and covered her head to protect herself but she couldn't feel a single shard of glass hitting her.

After some time the sound stopped. Slowly, she lowered her hand and opened her eyes.

She was sitting on a pool of broken glass.

The whole Maze of Mirrors had been destroyed completely and the man was gone once more.

Slowly, she picked herself up and looked around.

He was nowhere to be seen and amazingly, she was completely unhurt.

Not a single scratch was there on her body.

Looking around one last time, she ran towards the clear exit, this time not looking anywhere else.

Running out of the museum the first thing she noticed was the horrible burning smell reaching her nose.

Hoping it wasn't something serious,  she kept running away from the museum. She kept running until she reached the main town square but now she had to stop to accept the horror in front of her eyes.

The city was in shambles. She could see the fire raging through the  buildings, the smell of blood was too strong to be real, and in the far horizon she could see the whole forest had been set ablaze.

As the smoke stung her eyes, she could hear the police siren, drowning the screams of the people and cries of the children.

She could feel people bumping into her as the whole town was in a state of confusion.

Yet, she seemed to feel nothing. It was like she had gone numb with fear. She had gone so numb that she couldn't feel a thing.

What had happened? Wasn't it one person every month? How had the town turned into a replica of hell?

And then she saw him.

Her insides turned as fear gripped through her heart once more.

People were too busy to notice him. To notice the monstrous man from the painting had actually escaped from the painting.

Turning blindly she began running again. Her lungs were screaming from lack of oxygen because of all the smoke and her legs were hurting.

But all she knew was that she had to get away.

Get away from him as fast as she could.

Clearly, the man was after her.

She bolted down the road, the only destination in her mind being her home. And finally, after what felt like crossing thousands of miles, she reached her destination.

She fumbled with the key, her sweaty hands and panicked brain making things harder for her.

Finally, she managed to open the door and flew inside, slamming the door shut.

Her body crumpled to the ground, as she sat with her back against the door, panting hard. Her mind was rushing with thought; she couldn't think anything clearly.

What had happened? How had that even happened?

It seemed impossible.

And yet, here she was, being followed by the man in the painting.

Slowly, she got up despite the fact her legs were shaking from fear and from the amount she had just run.

Walking towards the kitchen, she grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down in one go, which helped her calm down her nerves.

It's your imagination. She kept saying.

But no matter how much she tried to drown away her thoughts, the memory of the night didn't seem to be going away.

Finally, she trudged herself up towards the first floor of her house, into her room, and put herself to bed.

She was still scared, she could hear her heart hammering.

Only she lived in the house, and it was so empty that the only sounds she could hear was the hammering of her heart. She dearly wished for someone to be with her, but after what she saw in the town she didn't dare to step out of the house either.

Lying there all alone, she realised something.

There was no safe place here anymore.

And she remembered what her father had told her about these last days of the month

Don’t talk, don’t look, don’t move, don’t breathe- unless you want them to find you.

Pulling the blankets all over her, she tried to get some sleep, convincing herself that she was shivering due to the October cold, and not because of her fear.

She was sure she had managed to drift off to sleep when she heard a sound.

It was a soft one, but it was unmistakably that of a footstep.

Her breathing hitched.

Footsteps? Was she imagining? It wasn't possible that someone had broken in, was it?

Slowly she got up, adrenaline rushing through her veins as she tried inhaling some deep breaths to calm herself down.

She crept out of her bed, stepping as quietly as she could and peeked out of her bedroom.

The house was pitch black and she couldn't see a thing.

I really am imagining things, she thought.

And right when she was going to turn back to her room, she heard the sound again, this time from the stairs.

She gulped.

She squinted through the dark, unable to see anyone and yet, she could unmistakably hear the creaking of the wooden stairs.

Slowly, she walked towards the stairs, switching on the lights. Yet, she was unable to see anyone.

Switching on the light she took one step down.

"H-Hello?" her voice was trembling with fear.

Again she heard the creaking sound, causing her to take another step down.

She continued down for a few steps, right until she could peek into the living room properly.

"Is anyone there?" she asked, feeling a bit bolder. She was sure she was safe in her home, that all of these had been just figments of imagination.

Then it came again.

This time behind her.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She gulped and she could swear she could feel someone's breath on her neck.

As slowly as she could, she turned back.

Her eyes met his, and a scream tore from her throat as he jumped on her.

She screwed her eyes shut as she felt his body make an impact with hers. They fell down the stairs and her head banged against the floor.

Pain flooded through her body before everything disappeared.

She woke up with a pounding headache; her eyes hurt even opening them.

Groggily, she looked around, and tried raising her hand but couldn't. Frowning, she looked down, and found out that she was chained to a chair.

She tried pulling at the chain, but it was tied too tightly.

"There's no point." she heard a voice say.

Panickedly, she searched for the sound of the voice, her heart hammering fast in her chest.

"I'm here." the voice came again, from somewhere in her front.

She squinted through the dark and finally he stepped out.

She gulped.

He looked the same. The twisted grin, the scarred face and the torn clothes.

"W-What do you want?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

He looked at her surprised. "What do I want? I want you. I want you Y/N."

She could only hear her heart hammering as all of a sudden she felt dizzy.

"But why?" she croaked. "Why me? I haven't done anything to you..."

"Jonghyun." he introduced himself. "And no. You haven't exactly done anything to me. But don't you love me?" he asked, coming closer this time.

He placed his bony fingers on her cheek and she flinched, feeling hot tears stream from her eyes.

"What- No! I don't love you!" she said, moving her head away from his touches.

He tsked.

"Of course you do. Why else would you come and stare at me every time?"

"I was five!" she screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks faster. 

Why couldn't her neighbours hear her?

"Five or not, you surely understood my pain. Tell me Y/N, do you know how I ended up like this? Or why I kill people every month?" he asked, his voice too gentle now.

She closed her eyes shut until she felt his hands grip her jaws once more. She could feel his breath on her face, as he leaned in closer.

"Because I was ugly. They tortured me and tried to kill me because I was ugly. But do I deserve it?" he asked.

She didn't say anything and so his grip on her tightened. Quickly she nodded a no.

"Exactly. So they deserve death too, don't they?"

"B-But they didn't do anything to you." she sobbed.

He wiped the tears from her cheeks before beginning to speak again.

"Wrong, my love." he whispered. His hands slowly moved downwards and they stopped on her neck.

She gulped.

"Please spare me." she croaked, as more tears came rushing out of her eyes.

She was going to die. She knew it.

"I'm going to spare you. I'm not going to kill you. But I'll make you see a better life."

Before the words had even left his mouth his hands tightened on her neck incredibly fast, crushing her windpipe.

She tried kicking him as she struggled to take in air, but she was tied too tightly.

Everything started turning black, she was dimly aware of Jonghyun's smiling face disappearing...

All of a sudden it became clearer, yet everything else in their background was dimming.

She could even breathe again.

When she looked up at him again, she realised something.

He was right.

She wasn't dead.

Her mind, she knew, was working differently.

But one thing was for sure.

She would punish everyone with Jonghyun.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

can you recommend some dn blogs?

oh hello anon! yea i can but ofc there would be another good dn blogs i might not list here bc this fandom is pretty wide (also i found @deathnotemasterlist's blog list really helpful when i first join the fandom so you might as well check on that) yeah so here's blogs with dn contents that i like and i can reccomend :

@syrinqa @ygm1slt @jam-knife @queen--of--maggots @lightsturtleneck @mikami @wammyhoe @cthulhuliet @supergals @yyyllyyy @fanb0yz @olympiansally @evelights @godsoftheneworld @ellenoir @queersturbate (art blog : @artchaeollogy) @lesbian-misa-amane @my-one-true-l @pyreneese @dotti55 @light-kun @lightlessons @user-null @mgcmind @huyandere @death-note-runway @gayraito @antaarf @trans-l-lawliet @transbb @geniusorphans @lawliet-imagines @misas-biggest-fan @stingou @ohgodplsdontlook @himbolight @mellonearyou @sketchyspirit @alkalinefrog (who reccomended a few dn blogs too here & here) @eyecicles @13eyond13 @trueffelmaiden @light-kun @kira-sucks-lawlipops @kiranatrix

yea...that's a long ass list i look through my followings making this (possibly there's some i missed but oh well) so yeah, i hope that helps anon!

42 43 44? :)

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

(Other than the authors I already mentioned:)

translightyagami (ao3 link)

yagami-raito-kun (ao3 link)

mgcmind (ao3 link)

Zanganito

GoldenThreads

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

Already answered!

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

Mikalight for sure. It has it spikes of popularity, but it's nothing compared to certain other ships in the fandom

13eyond13

Abbadon-abandon

AnimeFanimeFic || A03

Casuistor

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 Special Thanks to Eyecicle’s for this post!

> List Series for the Death Note community 

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9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

Thanks for the tag, @helendamnationx <3

3 Ships You Like: Lawlight (L/Light from Death Note), Narumitsu (Phoenix/Edgeworth from Ace Attorney) and Frostiron (Loki/Tony Stark from MCU)

First Ship Ever: Pokeshipping or Ash/Misty from Pokemon (I was just 12 when I started shipping it!)

Last Song You Heard: Red by Taylor Swift

Favourite Childhood Book: (Disclaimer: I hate JKR) Harry Potter, and A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Currently Reading: the Hunger Games prequel Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, which has apparently been out so long the movie came out last year! (same!!)

Currently watching: Castaway Diva (it stars Park Eun-Bin (cast for Woo Young Woo from EAW) too! :) and a Death Note rewatch!

Currently consuming: Bananas (literally lol)

Currently craving: Waffles and Peri-Peri Fries

Tagging:

@alliums4us @reaperlight @astralpenguin @isomorbism @mgcmind

@main-exam @ro-zden @floweryflees @qwanderer

FanFic ask game: B, I, M, S, T, U, and X!

Thank you so much!  These were all super cool to think about!!!  

B.  Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?Quite a few!  A lot of my really sappy, domestic KaiShin stuff is based on my own life with a roommate I’m super close to.  We aren’t romantic, but I think a strong romance should be built on a solid foundation of friendship and family feelings.  You should like spending time quietly with the one you love, so a lot of those quiet little things I pull from my own life.  ^^  I couldn’t give you a direct example off hand, but that domestic vibe comes straight from my own life, wholesale.  (Bits of dialogue and characterization often do as well, but that’s a lot harder to pin down than a mood, I think.)

I.  Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?Kind of?  For writing, I take a possibly perverse pleasure in killing off characters I hate.  When I was first getting into writing I actually had an OC for that exact purpose.  I would give him traits I hated, and then kill him off.  It was very therapeutic.  I mostly keep that sort of thing to myself nowadays, but the pleasure is still there.  The character is usually harder to come by now, though.  Most characters I could take or leave.  There are very few that I could be said to really hate.And for reading, I read a lot of really filthy smut, actually.  I won’t tell you which kinks or anything, but a lot of them are... really weird.  Otherwise, I don’t actually feel much guilt about what I read or write (or generally enjoy), so I don’t really have a hard and fast guilty pleasure.

M.  Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?I’ve been thinking of this one KaiShin fic for AGES, actually.  Basically, Kaito is a celebrity, maybe as an actor, maybe as a magician, and he ends up hiring Shinichi as his agent.  (Shinichi is a GREAT agent, he’s just a little on the stiff side.)  Kaito falls for him, but Shinichi is a professional, so he keeps his feelings out of his work.  He also thinks Kaito is just a flirt, so his teasing doesn’t mean anything.  It would be from Kaito’s POV, I think, and take place over the course of a movie’s PR cycle or something.

S.  Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?Arranged marriage (especially political or fantasy based) and werewolves/good ABO.  I will drop everything to read those.  Especially combinations, like someone is arranged to marry into a wolf pack for a treaty.  

T.  Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?I hate when people make 20-somethings out to be “parents,” especially of teenagers.  I am not a parent, I’m an older sister.  MAYBE a young aunt of a small child.  If they actually ARE parents, and it’s kid fic, that’s one thing, but like the Team Parents trend needs to die.  (@ VLD, @ YoI)  Obviously people will like what they like, so it really only bothers me if that’s like.  The ONLY thing in the fandom.  Otherwise I’ll read about anything, as long as it’s a ship I like.  (I’m also kind of leery of the insistence on multi-shipping nowadays, but maybe that’s just me being stubborn.  I’m still an OTP kinda girl.  One true pairing per fandom (that I ship exclusively), and the others can pair up with whoever.)

U.  Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.@lunarscaped (lunadarkside) as always ;D  I’ve always been super envious of her descriptions and her emotional language.  I want to get that kind of emotional intensity into my own writing.  ^^@atomicblonde (lalazee) is a writer I’ve admired for... God, something like eight years?!  She wrote (writes?) super great Star Trek fic--some of the best Kirk/Spock I’ve read, actually--and lately, she’s started writing AMAZING BakuDeku.  (God Bless @mgcmind is, of course, one of my faves (in general, but especially for Lawlight)~  Everything she’s written has been great, especially Seeking His Hand, obviously.  No other fic in recent years has had me gasping like some kind of Victorian maiden, clutching my pearls.  It is a downright incredible slowburn.  I await each update with baited breath~  Oh, and Kratos_Aurion (on AO3) writes this REALLY great ABO Lawlight fic (Into the Grey) that I’ve been keeping up with.  The mystery elements and the suspense of the main plot, coupled with the slowburn romance make for a GREAT read.  It does a great job balancing the complications of a world with ABO dynamics with the personalities of the major players.  It updates fairly regularly and I highly recommend it.  ;D

X.  A character you enjoy making suffer.0tabek A/tin.  I hate him.  I know that’s an unpopular opinion, but I honestly can’t stand what he’s become.  It makes me hella petty, but that’s something I’m willing to accept about myself.  So, I tend to take out my aggression on him.  As far as the “characters I love that I also want to suffer” I can’t really say I have any.  I like making characters I like happy.  The struggles are generally incidental to the larger plot, not the purpose of the plot, you feel me?

ah hey <3

41, 42, 43, 51 for that ask game

List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

Heirs and Spares by TrashKing https://archiveofourown.org/works/29875680

Composure by TrashKing https://archiveofourown.org/works/31220774

Walk-In by silenceisdeafening (don’t judge!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27652133

Death Wish by Anonymous https://archiveofourown.org/works/30561806

Altercations by imnotangry https://archiveofourown.org/works/28555677

List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

TrashKing (aka @seventhfracture); magic__mind (aka @mgcmind); TzviaAriella (akak @yagami-raito-kun); gayratio (aka @gayratio); nilahxapiel (aka … well, @nilah-xapiel)

Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

I feel really inspired by a lot of the newer writers putting their work out there, esp with rlly cool blogs. Peeps like yourself, @olympiansally, @missioncatalyst, and many others are always out there with great ideas, and bringing fresh stylez to the fandom – making it still relevant even so many years after DN’s release.

Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

I really don’t like when people treat fanfiction as a replacement for reading actual books by queer writers. Fanfic is still a very worthwhile genre of writing, and I love reading it, but a lot of times the gaps in what gets written in fanfic or some of the failures of fanfic are totally fixed n’ filled once you support queer authors making original work (including erotica that’s pretty spectacular tbhhhhhhh) (everyone of age go read Sasha From the Gym. Now!)

1st rule: tag 9 people you’d like to know better

2nd rule: copy and bold the statements that are true

i was tagged by: @senti-renai thanks for tagging me!!

tagging: @lonelydoctors @pitchbla-ke @zombielovescore @side-ho-ryuuzaki@mgcmind @targannington @lawiika @captainwhisks @erucakeliet

APPEARANCE:

I am 5′7 or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I am playfully rude when I know people well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing maths in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least two people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least three meals from scratch

I can throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m (was) on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

Fandoms are my #1 passion

I have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite artist’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend"

I live close to my school/work

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CDs

I share a room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least two languages

tagging: @gintoukis @wakan-nai @fortheteam-karasuno @ass-anoya @blackandorange @timelessusagi

only if you want to, of course! ^.^

Lawlight Week Exchange

Title: A Proper Presentation Name of creator: @minisuccessor Created for: @mgcmind Prompt: Light proposes to L. Characters: Light Yagami/L Lawliet Rated PG/No warnings

Word count: 2186 

Light Yagami was a conceited man by default. From a young age, he had a certain eye for how he wanted to present himself to the world. On the first day of grade 3, his mother set out his uniform like she always did. It was pristine of course, but Light demanded she iron it twice before he found it wearable. For the festival held in his tenth year, the Criminology Club hosted a themed host club. Light had more of say in the costuming than those assigned to it, just so that his own would meet his specifications. For his University graduation, the tire he wore alone cost a normal worker’s two-week salary, and he bought it without a second hesitation. Every formal event came and Light would rise to the occasion, but this was never an end to his meticulous taste. On any average day, Light wouldn’t go into public without every hair in place, and not a single expensive thread out of line.  Some could find his high attention to his appearance strange, too self-focused, but he was unabashed. It only made sense to him this way. Looking one’s best meant opportunities, and opportunities meant one could get everything they desired. Light would always swear his outfit on one particular day lead him to a promotion to superintendent of the Japanese police. Something about a properly dressed man called for attention and respect in almost every aspect of their culture, and Light was more than happy to partake.    It was a sign of weakness in humanity to be so dependent on looks, and Light knew that, but he had no issue taking advantage of any gift he acquired. He didn’t have to rely on his looks to get him by, like some unfortunate soles. Natural-born intelligence paved the way to many of his highest honors, but Light couldn’t say that his charm and standard good-looks didn’t give him an extra push in the right direction. Though, it was never completely about the advantages for him. As much as he liked to keep society in his favor, it was just as much for his own pleasure as anything else. It gave him a personal feeling of pride to make himself look so put together everyday. It gave him strength and reassurance on par from what his mental ability gave, only making him invincible to the average day. But with all that in mind, with all of that invincibility and strength, tonight had been the first night that clothing had been his enemy. Inside of a luxury bedroom, shirts, pants, socks, and ties were piled in mountains on the bed. It began almost as soon as Light came home from room, and steadily grew to the monster it was after hours of indeciveness. In his defense, the night wasn’t unlike his usual. He had something planned this evening, something substantial. Everything needed to be perfect, and that also meant him, but things weren’t going as planned. Light paced in front of a mirror, two shirts in very similar shades of eggshell in each hand. He stopped dead center in front of it suddenly, half-haphazardly putting them both against his bare chest with an unimpressed scowl. It took not even ten seconds before they were both discarded, leaving Light to hastily walk back to his thinning closet, reluctant but prepared to try yet again.  Normally this would be so easy; he would wake up in the morning with an instant idea to what the day required. It always came together like he wanted, but no matter what he tried it all felt wrong. Comprehending the situation was out of bounds at this point. Through even the most important nights of his life when tension ran high, Light kept his emotions in check and everything would fall into place. Tonight, though, was different. He wasn’t receiving an award, or being the face of the Japanese Police on a major TV Network. Both were normal occurrences and both were very important, but nothing could compare to this night.  Emerging from the closet with yet another set of shirts, Light walked his way to mirror with grim thoughts of his success. His footsteps were heavier, causing the loose items on his dresser to rattle. A picture frame in particular was not pleased by the intrusion, its leg caving in and the frame now laying flat to the ceiling. Light paused, looking back at the photo with some interest.  Momentarily, he forgot about the clothing causing him so much distress, the articles setting idle in his hands as he moved closer to put it back in its rightful position. Inside the glass was a standard photo. Light himself was in it, but to his side was another man. He was tall and slender, with a long, blank face and an unruly head of pitch black hair. His name was L. He didn’t look pleased to be in the photo, but one could tell it was an honor he stood still enough for it to be taken. Light couldn’t help but smile. Even from inside the glass, they looked like opposites who didn’t belong close enough to be in a picture. When he first met him, Light felt the same way. They originally worked together out of a forced assignment.  Someone who cared so much about their presentation couldn’t bare to see such a disorganized mess. L would come into work wearing the same pair of ratty blue jeans with a white shirt like nothing was wrong. He was excellent at his job, admirable and smarter than anyone Light had ever met, but he was everything Light rejected. Because of this, things did not begin well in the slightest, but fate had a way of making things turn on their heads.  Quite some time went by before it happened, but despite their differences they grew found of each other. Before they could understand a relationship sprouted unlike anything that Light expected. Years went by, and thing only grew stronger between them. They became something more established, even so far as moving L to Light’s apartment, and things were comfortable. It became so natural, so wanted and pleasant. Never in a million years did Light think L would be the one who had his thoughts on the way home from work, but he always was. He couldn’t go back from L, he did want to, so Light knew it was time.  He had the night planned to every specific detail. L worked predominately from their home in his study, and Light was ready to take advantage of this. He was going to prepare a home-cooked meal to draw him out, and recall their time together as fluidly as possible. Then after a presumably long conversation, Light would take L’s hand and propose they make their union official. It was not extravagant by any means, but it fit perfect with his lover, which meant it was enough for him. But now things were thrown off, and Light had no idea how to handle it. He needed to be what L deserved to see more than ever, but nothing was worth it. Light glanced down at the clothes in his hand, suddenly feeling an onslaught of anxiety creep up on him. “Dammit!” He mumbled, tossing it carelessly on the bed. He sat on the edge of it, hands curled in his hair as his elbows perched against his knees in a slump. “Dammit..“ “Why are you sitting on a pile of clothes?” Light’s head snapped up, pupils shrinking as he glanced directly toward a slouching male in the doorframe. He felt his stomach suddenly drop onto his feet. “L..” Tired black eyes looked around with extreme interest as L stalked his way into the bedroom, but he inevitably landed on Light. “And more importantly, why are you half naked?” L came closer as Light examined himself only wearing trousers, a corner of his lip curving upward. "Is something wrong with your clothes suddenly? Or have you snapped under some pressure.” Sighing out, Light felt defeated. Not only had this entire afternoon went wrong, L decided to emerge far too early than anticipated. He couldn’t save this, this couldn’t be the first impression that he makes before asking L to be together for the rest of their lives. “I haven’t snapped. Don’t worry about me and go back to work.” He simply responded, his attitude suddenly taking a more somber note. He stood up, starting to quickly fold whatever he could grab to begin the process of repairing the room. He would try again on another day, one where he actually had a chance.  Light was determined to act as if nothing was wrong, just to save some of his dignity, but the other had different plans. While in mid-fold, L caught his shoulder, taking his attention from any fabric. “I came out because I’ve constantly heard groans since you returned from work. The last set was enough to merit a break.” Light internally perished; he thought he was quiet enough with his complaints, but clearly not. L wasn’t letting him or the conversation go, despite how his lax stature suggested. “Tell me— Why did I find you in here like this? It isn’t like you at all.” They stared at each other for a moment, trying to test to see which would eventually cave from the intensity. Eventually it would be Light who turned his head away. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t lie to L. He knew him better than to fall for something his frazzled mind could cook up. Carefully pulling away from his hold, Light stood back, shame riddling his expression. “I had plans for you and I. They were important, something- very pertinent to our current relationship.” Light spoke as vague as he could, but somehow he still saw the gear of L’s brain working towards the correct answer, his face growing softer. He felt worse, but even at his lowest Light appreciated the beautiful mind L had to his very core. His fingers were itching to distract themselves, but Light stayed strong, taking in a deep breath. “— I couldn’t do it. I have spent all afternoon trying to make myself prepared, but nothing will do.” His voice wavered just slightly, “Nothing I do can measure to what I want from this if I can’t first.” Suddenly furious with himself, Light hit his hand into a stack, a few pieces tumbling to the floor as he walked away, not able to face L directly.  L was stunned; seeing Light this caught up was practically unheard of. Normally he was so confident in everything he did, to see him suddenly in shambles was an eye opener. Just the aspect of what he was planning had the male nearly lost for words, but it still didn’t surprise him that Light’s clothing of all things would be the thing to deceive him. He knew how important it was to be perfect to Light, and it was touching to see just how important this was to him. “Light— ” “— 

I know

 what I wear means nothing to you,” Light interrupted, back still turned. “but that doesn’t mean you don’t warrant the best. If I can’t give that then what’s the point?” “Light.” L tried again once Light’s voice grew more animated. It was enough to get his head to turn, eyes filled with trouble meeting reluctantly with his own. He brought up his arm, calling attention to the mess around them. “This is what I deserve.” The statement took him aback, so much that Light turned to meet him head on. “..What?” L met him in the middle, words ready at the instant. “Appearances have never meant anything to me, it is true. But what you’ve done, the clear compassion you have to have the desire to be perfect for me, that is all the difference in the world.” His hand came up, gently touching against his chest to have some sort of connection, for him to know his words were sincere. “Don’t be so foolish to think you aren’t what I deserve in any form.” Slowly taking in his words, Light wasn’t sure what to make of himself. The cloud seemed to dissipate from his eyes, and he saw how ridiculous of a situation he had made, all for the sake of an outfit L would barely bat an eyelash to. He would forget how unlike the world he was, and suddenly be reminded in the best of ways. He relaxed, giving him a simple nod in understanding. Around them was a mess of proportions Light would normally feel nauseous from, but it didn’t matter; none of what he planned did. All that he cared about was looking only to him, and that’s all he needed. “But if you’re going to do this now, you may want to at least be fully clothed." 

(Death Note) Seeking His Hand - magic__mind

You tempt me, Light...” Mr. Lawliet says, thoughtfully. Light smiles. “But more than that, you test me. You want to know if I’m a degenerate.”

Light’s smile fades. “Can I be blamed? You know something of me and I know nothing of you.”

“No…I cannot blame you. It is exactly what I would have done, had our positions been reversed.”

Like many other middle/high schoolers out there around 2006/7, I was completely and utterly obsessed with Death Note when the anime came out. The battle of wits (and unresolved sexual tension?) between Light and L was something I’d never seen before, and it was glorious. And yet, I never really did get into the fandom, so here I am, years later, ready to explore what’s out there!

Seeking His Hand is one hell of a fanfic. It’s a Regency AU work that takes place around the 1800′s and really has nothing to do with the manga/anime, save for its characters, and it’s bloody fantastic. The premise: Light and L live in a very socially stratified universe. Light is the poor farm boy with few prospects, L is the rich, high-flying detective, and they are about to rock each other’s world. Well, in a very proper, codified, Victorian-style way, that is (and chaperoned by none other than Touta Matsuda!).

There’s a lot of amazing old school flirting in this fic. I’m talking hand touches, side glances, increasingly audacious correspondence... think Pride and Prejudice, but better. I love the romance and banter between L and Light, but I love the frank discussion of the class and gender problems that existed during the Regency-ish Era even more. There’s even a thrilling murder mystery tossed in!

The one and only downside of this fic is that it’s not finished yet. I can’t wait to see what happens. @mgcmind has written a masterpiece-in-progress. :)

Summary: Soichiro asks: "Why do you want to marry my son?" L stares at him for a moment, then sighs almost imperceptibly. "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. …or husband," he quotes. A historical regency-esque romance AU in which L seeks Light's hand in marriage. And that's only the beginning.

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