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@hateslosing
idk if any of y’all follow hatestolose but he wrote a callout post about me and he lied about all of it. i don’t like people lying about me so here is my response https://zirable.tumblr.com/post/613423274996727808/hatestolose-so-i-just-found-out-the-person-who
“so i followed this L blog, even messaged them, hoping maybe they’d see what they did & that i didn’t want to fight about it. i just wanted
@hatestolose
oh my god bro the url is similar and that’s literally it. they even made their blog first LOL And didn’t you flat out admit to being a rip off of another L..... 🥴 just log off
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
L will be here now :000!!!!
the dark of not getting what i want
/ vs. / the dark of getting it .
THE DESIRE TO BE LOVED IS THE LAST ILLUSION. GIVE IT UP, AND YOU WILL BE FREE.
envy the jealous * written by mars . promo credit: pazcomms
the dark of not getting what i want
/ vs. / the dark of getting it .
THE DESIRE TO BE LOVED IS THE LAST ILLUSION. GIVE IT UP, AND YOU WILL BE FREE.
envy the jealous * written by mars . promo credit: pazcomms
the dark of not getting what i want
/ vs. / the dark of getting it .
THE DESIRE TO BE LOVED IS THE LAST ILLUSION. GIVE IT UP, AND YOU WILL BE FREE.
envy the jealous * written by mars . promo credit: pazcomms
MISA .
@hateslosing
❛ misa’s been wondering this … ❜ she begins, blinking up at ryuzaki as she considers whether or not she should ask him the question. she would ask light, but he has been notably impatient today and she doesn’t wish to irritate him any further. hopefully she can gain some insight from his handcuffed counterpart, because this particular inquiry has been nagging misa since she learned of the bizarre arrangement, leaving her unsettled. ❛ what about nighttime ? does one of you sleep on the floor ? the couch doesn’t seem close enough to the bed for someone to sleep there … ❜ does L even sleep at normal hours ? maybe it’s not an issue and she’s just being paranoid, but she sincerely hopes that his response is favorable rather than what she has feared is the case.
L spares the girl but a cursory glance, far too engrossed in his work to offer her his full attention. Still, he does his best to heed to her words. The clacking of his keyboard slows and softens as she poses her inquiries.
“ Rest assured, there is nothing unsightly about our sleeping arrangements. ” One of L’s arms is brusquely flung behind him— the result of his cuffed companion bending to retrieve something toppled to the floor. Unlike Light, the detective has grown quite used to these abrupt motions. If not that, then he’s, at the very least, handled them in stride.
Without missing a beat, L retracts his arm, propping it against his desk. “ If it wasn’t evident enough, I don’t sleep very often or for very long. ” He continues typing away with a single hand. “ This has unfortunately affected your boyfriend’s sleeping habits, as well, and I typically end up watching him doze off at his workspace. We rarely ever make it to the bedroom. ”
LIGHT .
“let me guess: you’re still depressed, right?” he’s purposefully curt, palpable tension simmering until its next boil. “we’ll never make any progress with you acting like this. just keep your head down and power through it. that’s what i always tell myself.”
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L hooks a thumb against his bottom lip, not in contemplation but rather to stifle the scoff threatening his next breath. “ I believe that may be easier said than done, ” he commences—tone level as usual, betraying none of his irritation.
He then moves his hand to coax the back of his neck. “ Personally, I’m unaccustomed to these sorts of emotions, so pardon me for allowing them to cloud my better judgement.” A pause. The detective directs his eyeline skyward. “ That being said, perhaps a break would do us both nicely. Would that be alright with you? ”
is here to offer a potato chip and make friends with L. // !! Hiii helloo! ✨
Dark eyes, usually devoid of warmth, are illumined as they stand testament to this gesture. He accepts the potato chip with ginger fingertips, inspecting it to the last crumb before finally popping it into his mouth.
“ Hm, ” L utters, as he gulps it down. “ Too savory for my liking, but nevertheless, thank you for sharing. ” A thumb makes its way to his bottom lip, pressing softly on the pale skin. “ Did you perhaps want anything else to eat? ”
character study 03 .
it is my firm belief that had L not passed away during the Kira investigation and actually lived to solve it/convict Light ( also assuming that the events of L: Change the WorLd didn’t transpire ), he would become a lot more socially involved, as well as open to the idea of working with others without needing to completely obscure his identity.
at first glance, this may seem uncharacteristic of him, seeing as L is celebrated as an enigmatic figure / someone with no discernible identity aside from his detective persona. but considering his relationship with the Kira Task Force, both as a group and with each individual, i’d like to think that it helped him better realize the value of not only OPENLY collaborating with others, but also developing a GENUINE connection with them. even after the Kira Task Force became, for lack of a better word, less helpful ( even futile ), L still continued to work alongside them and even set aside separate funds for each of them to be taken care of financially. he cared about everyone on the Task Force!! it wouldn’t be far-fetched to say that he even saw them as friends.
anyway, post-Kira case L is more amiable and less distrusting of other people. he’s still very much an introvert, so he’s not gonna turn into an abg and go to raves every weekend or whatever, but i imagine he would actually go outside once in a while, maybe even do some of his casework at a bakery/cafe, and communicate with people for more than just professional purposes. i also think that, despite moving back to Europe, he would also regularly keep in touch with all members of the Task Force and visit them in between his cases. :’’’)
hello... L... i dont know you but can we be friends... thank u
No nasty look, no ulterior motives, no unbecoming questions...
She actually wants to be friends with him.
“ Of course we can be friends. I’d...like that very much. ”
THANA .
[ TEXT ] : what [ TEXT ] : oh [ TEXT ] : yeah heres the dog [Sent: img_752] [ TEXT ] : the owner walked behind it and it didnt know where she went. i cried [ TEXT ] : wait you HAVENT had candy in a while? wth L go get some
[ TEXT ] : I’ve never seen such a fluffy tail before. It resembles Watari’s favorite feather duster. [ TEXT ] : Did you know that dogs also have no concept of self? [ TEXT ] : They aren’t able to recognize themselves in mirrors!!! [ TEXT ] : I- refuse to drop by the candy shop by myself... [ TEXT ] : Would you like to accompany me? Please..?
NAOMI .
@hateslosing
Naomi was tired. No, not tired, but exhausted. She felt it deep within her entire body and all she wanted to do was relax. It was like everyone at the FBI now was taking it out on her for breaking it off with Raye. What was she supposed to do though? She didn’t love him anymore and didn’t want to spend the rest of her life like that.
At least L didn’t judge her. She approached behind him and rested her head on his shoulder, snaking her arms around his waist. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she tilted her head towards his. All she wanted to do was forget everything for a few hours and hopefully the normally passive detective would agree to her selfish request.
“Cuddle with me? Please…?”
While the sudden display of physical affection didn’t faze the detective, Naomi’s request did. It doesn’t manifest too visibly, though admittedly, he felt his shoulders tense a hairsbreadth once her inquiry was fully voiced.
Still, L reacts the way he normally would ( or rather had grown used to reacting ). He gently presses a hand into one of hers, gingerly kneading their fingers. Touch is usually something he’s reserved about—not that he was wholly deprived of it, but rather, he didn’t feel particularly inclined to it most of the time. Naomi Misora would pose as one of his exceptions, however. There was something about her grief—her stifled loneliness and exhaustion—that he wished to temper. Or maybe he was just projecting?
“ Mn, is that really what you’d like? ” L squeezes her hand. “ I’m not particularly warm to hold. ”
Brings him a cup of tea "Please be mindful with the sugar, I saw you putting a lot of it once"
The gesture renders L speechless at first, owlish eyes staring the still simmering teacup down. Truth be told, he’s unaccustomed to working in the presence of someone apart from Watari, and the fact that his companion seemed genuinely concerned about his well-being didn’t help any.
Perhaps he would never grow used to this feeling of…was it kinship?
“ Yes, that’s right. Too much sugar, ” the detective murmurs absentmindedly. He draws one hand to the teacup and another to the bowl of sugar cubes conveniently placed on his left. Wordlessly, he deposits one, two, three, four cubes into the teacup and lifts it to his mouth.
L redirects his eyeline to the redhead hovering beside him. “ Is this better? ” His upper lip lightly brushes the porcelain. “ Just know that you’re to blame should I not like the taste. ”
L? having a soft spot for someone???? god imagine the flavor
peepee poopoo
L’s eyes narrow as they divert their focus to the source of the…ahem, obscenity. Upon noting the uncharacteristically slouched form and bored expression, they soften.
“ Raven, you do know there are more meaningful ways to get my attention, yes? ” The corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, as his gaze shifted back to his dual monitors. “ I intend to wrap this up in one moment, so please hang in there. ”
Naomi walks up to him from behind and wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him gently as she rests her head on his shoulder. " Sorry about throwing you down the stairs when we first met. "
Although the detective’s expression remains vacant as ever, there’s an evident tension that suddenly seizes his form. Naomi feels so…warm, sincere—adjectives that he’d yet to use in ( truthfully ) describing someone else.
And as he remains cemented there, awkward and agape, L can’t help but wonder if she feels oppositely.
“ It’s alright, ” marks the beginning of his reply. L is able to keep his tone steady, his initial shock finally falling by the wayside. He then gingerly coils an arm around her, hand patting her back. “ I think I would have thrown myself down the stairs, too. ”
