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independent &. private, canon - divergent &. headcanon - centric, live - action based &. written with heavy supernatural horror influence. ♦ L lawliet from the death note franchise. this portrayal is influenced by the 2015 drama &. various musical productions &. 2006 film duology, with the animanga acting only as supplementary material and a basis for the timeline. ♦ 20+ only.
blog lore intertwined with hitoseigi, mellodiies, macestro.
FRAME BY FRAME 🗣️🗣️🗣️ I SEE THIS MOVIE IN BLACK AND WHITE 🗣️🗣️🗣️ SHOT BY SHOT 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ MINUTE BY MINUTE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ JUST ME AND LIGHT 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
oh hey
L if they slayed
what do you mean I can't crawl in between the slats of your ribs and sleep soundly to the beat of your heart? do you even love me?
@hisgame .. [ ᴸ ] ♡
“ right , that's called being a coward. ”
❝ coward? i'd disagree. there are many sorts of people, and many sorts of ways one may act. i'd argue cowardice is far from the truth. ❞
❝ i won't lie, if there's something to be gained... ❞
➶ ｡˚ ° ┊ @lastingfusion; #26 — eat your young ( hozier ).
"please. you don't have to pretend like you're someone who would enjoy the same kind of social paradise that i would," light has a feeling ― however small, that L thrives on the solitude, on the state of the world being the way that it is, & always has been. most detectives are like that, he imagines. so long as there are bad people in the world, so too will there be people who must put a stop to them.
but, at that same time, the presence of lawmen & enforcers encourage the cycle of crime that has plagued the world for so long. criminals try harder not to get caught, react with more anger when they are, & are put in the spotlight like some celebrity, with cameras & reporters crawling across courthouse steps in an attempt to get the first scoop on motive & their feelings on their trial. & then, they are released. they get away with what they have done, with what feels like a slap on the wrist in the grand scheme of their life.
he tries not to let any of these thoughts show on his face, passing off each scrunch of nose as his deep thought as he keeps eyes trailed on their face as they lean back.
"or, maybe, paradise isn't appealing to you?" a raised eyebrow, prodding at their response with his voice as the scalpel, as if attempting to slice through a tumor to reach the true flesh beneath. as if this question is a double-edged sword, the hand that holds it out to them also aches with the feeling of slits across skin. if paradise is not appealing to them, does that make them evil? if L does not want to be in paradise, do they belong in it?
kira finds He would prefer L within that paradise, finds that He would enjoy a never-ending game of chess, where they do not have to leave from the seats of the countermeasures office.
"...either way, the crepes option may work for us, for now," a slight amusement in his voice, one that accompanies a sheepish tilt downwards of his head, admiring the watch that adorns his wrist. the seconds tick by, faster than it feels like they should. "but i don't think either of us would be satisfied by a tie." a finger trails over one of his rooks, taking in the grooves on the crown of the piece. swiftly― perhaps too swiftly, his hand changes to one of his few remaining pawns. a simple move, for the game having reached such a complex point.
one space forward. an insignificant piece, that can become so much more with careful movements. yagami light raises his gaze, & there is something indiscernible behind oak brown bangs. "am i right?"
the thought that they would hate anyone else trying to analyze them in such a manner won't leave their brain; L prides themself on being unknowable, anonymous, and yet yagami light has pried his way beneath their skin, pricked a hole in their skull to wedge into their brain. they are silent for a long moment, gaze flickering from his face to the chessboard, and back again. the game has taken a complex and critical turn. light could win, and this is something that L refuses to allow. they study his face, trying to see if there is something that will give a hint as to light's plan. unreadable, as always. or, readable, but only in a way that L could understand.
L understands yagami light. yagami light understands L. this is a dangerous truth, and one that L can't deny, try as they may. they are known by him, and nothing they can do from this moment on will come as a surprise. light is a dangerous man, in more ways than one, it would appear.
they lean forward, and turn their gaze to the chessboard. a pawn? is this how light intends to win, truly? or, is this a message, a taunt? L doesn't know what to make of it, and this, much like everything about light, infuriates them. their own pawns are positioned in such a way that it would be an easy capture, should they move one. really, there is no other choice. damn it.
❝ mm. you are. i wouldn't be content with a tie, but, ❞ L takes the risk, and moves their pawn. diagonally, directly in front of light's. capture it, if you would like. if you think it will get you truly closer to victory. ❝ i do quite like the idea of those records being set. us with both the shortest, and the longest, games in history. ❞
they sit back again. was this a bad move? was this a mistake, and have they sent themself to the gallows? perhaps. but this is all for the greater game; or, this is the lie they tell themself.
❝ i don't think paradise is suited to one person &. one person only, by the way. i think each person would have their own, crafted paradise. mine, i believe, would be this, as it is now. you and i, with watari bringing us crepes as we try to avoid stalemate. or, perhaps, you and i working together on cases from this point on. it's a simple paradise. but it avoids the societal expectations, and i would be near someone i quite enjoy the company of. ❞ a smile, hidden by the curl of their hand pressed near to their mouth. ❝ selfish, no? that i should limit my yearning for paradise to myself? what is your paradise, light? ❞
❝ could you make it on your own? ❞
➶ ｡˚ ° ┊ @mellodiies; #12 — wherever you will go ( the calling ).
you want a better story. who wouldn’t?
➶ ｡˚ ° ┊ ❝ i see no point in wanting a better story. ❞ there is finality with the chapters written for them, and there is nothing that can be done to change it. despite their own resolve to change the world from what it is to what they deem it should be, where L's own story is concerned, it matters little. they'll die, one way or another, and if they have to place a number to it, it will be before they leave their twenties. whether on this case, or at the hands of some vengeful escaped prisoner, L knows where their story will end. ❝ i don't believe i can erase what is written in ink for myself. while i can't deny it would be nice to want for more, there is little point in childish idealism. ❞
L is going to die, and they have a nagging &. unrelenting suspicion that the man who kills them sits beside them now, going over evidence for what should be his own case.
their eyes are focused on the monitor ( flickering, humming; should it be doing that, now, of all times? ) before them, thumb pressed to their lips even as they speak. they dare a quick glance over. light is extraordinarily human, in appearance at least. nothing like what they've seen when he was in the assumed privacy of his own bedroom. ❝ if light wants a better story, though, he is more than welcome to strive towards it. perhaps he will have better luck, with his better story. ❞
i am real justice .
➶ ｡˚ ° ┊ ❝ i doubt you and i will ever truly agree on what real justice is. ❞ they've made themselves at home in front of their screens, feet propped on the desk as their eyes study His every move ( they know, too, He is studying them just as intently ). the bluetooth earpiece they wear is adjusted, as if to hear Him better, and they make themself comfortable — like all the nights before, this will be a long one. longer, still, by the direct communication rather than the false anonymity provided by their cameras. L yawns, as if bored. same song &. dance. no new play. has He grown bored of this, too? ❝ our definitions are so similar, and yet we can't seem to find a common ground. you are real justice. i am real justice. but what is real, when both can't be true, hm? ❞
❝ i suppose... that would be up to the common man, who they believe is right and who is wrong. ❞ kira is an ally to the weak &. helpless. that's what they say, isn't it? kira helps the common folk, kira helps those who cannot help themselves. L learned, long ago, that most will turn a blind eye to murder if they believe it will benefit them. L sees this now, with the people in kira's world. a world of delusion, a world of childishness. they wonder, of course, if kira is an ally, what is L? where do they stand with the world? has everything they've done, each case they've solved &. criminal they've put away, not been to ally themself with those who needed justice? of course it has.
their contribution, like their very existence, has gone unacknowledged by the world at large.
❝ shall we put it to a vote, sweet killer? perhaps i'll issue a poll. though, your underlings may tamper with the results, no? ❞ L smiles, though He cannot see it. to compensate, a soft laugh. dry &. humorless. ❝ it wouldn't be fair. much like the rest of your case. ❞
there's not much else He can do, trapped in the usual four walls of the room with numerous lenses laid 'pon Him as if searching for a single sin to expose, a single clue to tie it all together ― a single fruit of knowledge that will give way to divine enlightenment! though, the obsession is almost endearing, like a tamed rabbit that escapes the home of spoiling owners, stumbling right into the open for a predator to attack. L has confidence that borders on naivety, & kira finds it funnier if it's kept that way.
slim fingers expertly change the wide lens of a bulky digital camera, sitting at His desk in the same way yagami light always does. it's to keep his hands busy, to prevent the detective from seeing the way they twitch & ache not holding a pen ― not penning his judgements on those who stalk the streets & permeate the air with rot―!!
a quiet hum, so as to prevent any sharp breaths that may accompany the way pupils constrict with His own rampant thoughts. it gives Him an almost disconcerting expression, lips tightly pressed together, & eyes that seem to swallow every ray of brightness from the lamp to His side. "the average human has already plenty proven who they believe to be right in the world," it's impossible to hide the way it sounds as if His teeth are grit so hard they're about to break, it's impossible to hide the way His words are so charged that the camera in his hands springs to life for a brief second― even with the battery being clasped in His hand, not in its dock. yet, there remains an unfittingly vague ― almost melancholic expression 'pon the face of God. "the only ones who disagree are those who cling to a 'justice' that has them strung up in a web of lies."
a justice that claims to be true, a justice that claims it is right, even after strenuous process & false conviction & bribery! what is right about such a thing? what is true about such a thing?! L themself only takes on cases that they deem worth their time, that is not justice! that is corruption in another form! pesky emotion in the way of what should be swift righteousness & a merciless execution of those who go against God's way―!! (SINNER! SINNER! HERETIC!)
―a slow moving finger powers the camera back off, sitting the battery to the side, & instead takes to gently rocking the brick of technology back & forth 'pon the surface of His desk.
"i think you are rather unfair, just as you think i am. i think everything about you & the justice you claim to represent is entirely unfair." His voice is almost wistful, too soft for the intense, unblinking expression on His face. He faces forward, rather than making any sort of physical acknowledgement of the camera hidden just off to the side of His desk. His own camera rocks back & forth, each tap of a corner against the desk in beat with the analog clock that ticks to the side.
"i think a vote, opposingly, would be quite fair. the people would speak their truth, but you would call it tampering. people do not follow me out of madness, dear detective," a slight simper finally comes to a once melancholic expression. "they follow me because they know me to be right. i do not need to cheat in order to win some popularity contest, it would be your loss either way."
❝ mm. see, i think it is unfair, only because your existence is unfair. you shouldn't exist as you are, and because of that, it puts you at an advantage. of course the general population will go in your favor. because you give them what no one else will. you play them right into the palm of your hand. false hopes &. empty promises, that is all you can offer them. what about when the world runs out of criminals? what good will you be to your devotees then? ❞ their fingers drum against the arm of their chair, keen gaze ready to pick out any abnormalities that may occur during this conversation. they've long given up on the task force believing them; this is solely for L &. their fascination with kira — with yagami light. He intrigues them, human or monster. monster or human.
L knows themself enough to know this is beyond mere intrigue, however. it is an obsession, and one that is far more than deadly. the analog clock in light's room is loud, or maybe that's what kira wants them to hear. a countdown, of sorts? to their death? to some grand finale, in which kira comes out on top? or, maybe He isn't aware of it. maybe it is all in L's head.
the public, of course, sides with who they believe is justice &. righteous. the public, of course, is deluded into thinking that kira is akin to God. simplistic eyes cannot see the facets of truth beyond the veil of false promises kira wears. it would be heartbreaking if it wasn't so infuriating. perhaps L has a twisted sense of justice themself, but... there is a difference, between those who they have used for justice's sake, and what kira does.
or so they'd like to believe.
❝ besides this, i already know you have a way of tampering with evidence in some form or another. did you know, i kept perfect record of your little temper tantrum the other night? yet, when i went to play it back for the others, it was corrupted. how could i be certain that you wouldn't do the same for the poll? i'd assume it best if the poll was electronic. it would be more widespread that way. but, then, that runs the risk of others tampering, as well. cheating the system, as it were. ❞ a sigh, dramatic and drawn out as L suppresses a yawn.
their attention is drawn to various spots in His room. spots that, before, had been used to disarm &. alarm them. the flickering television — silent &. still now; the bookshelf with bleeding portraits &. ever - changing language — innocent &. unassuming. the only consistent is the clock, which always seems to go faster &. louder than it should. it feels much like an omen, despite L not being the superstitious sort. they find their fingers tapping a similar rhythm; tap - tap / tick - tock, tap - tap / tick - tock.
❝ your followers are nothing more than poor, delusional, misguided fools. ❞ another sigh. dramatic, as always. ❝ nothing i nor the others say or do will change their minds. it's sad, really, that they believe in what they cannot see over cold, hard facts. strange, how the populace will excuse murder if they find justice in it. what is stopping you from growing bored with your claims of being what is right in the world? how long until you shift from those behind bars to the petty thief stealing to feed a hungry mouth at home? ❞
L knows, of course, those people are safe. it does not stop them from speaking it anyway; an effort to catch a rise, to get a glimpse of His divine anger.
❝ how long can you keep those empty promises that you're making? it must be hard. ❞
do you get it. like. do you understand.
oh this is um heheh
canonically. L's methods are stated to err into shades of grey. btw. and then if you want to take the musical characterization into account (which you should) there is a very important line — shared with light, mind — the lines are quickly blurring / between what's right and what is not / i don't care who gets hurt now / as long as i get one more shot. L is a good person. on the surface. fundamentally. but they are also impulsive, stubborn, and hate to lose. they will kill people in order to make a point, or to get a clue. you can argue it's the life of a criminal who would have died anyway, but it's still this - L has no qualms with taking a life, as long as they see it fit to do such.
it's easy, i think, from an outside perspective, to see L and light as black and white, right and wrong. but the entire point of it is that they both are morally grey. there IS no right and wrong where this is concerned because both of them think that they are right, and the other is wrong. this is a canonical conflict. even with people on the task force.
death note is ABOUT shades of grey. it isn't about right or wrong. it's about morality being something fickle and flickering.
the way it ends.
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