"From now on, call me Ryuuzaki." -L

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[ask-the-sweets-detective]

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

“Hm? Oh! Right…” He couldn’t help feeling a little stupid for not realizing it………

/Obviously,/ that was what he had been taking about. The other differences didn’t matter as much… he didn’t think? “We haven’t, but I suppose this would be good to discuss now.”

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

Watari nodded. “Let’s go, then. Knowing L, he’s most likely in the kitchens…” with that, he led the other to the next area in the main floor, though he was sure that Lawlie knew where to go. 

Of course, he couldn’t have been prepared for what he was going to see.

L… he had thought that the two would talk longer, he really did. He hadn’t expected anyone to see him… whispering to a cake… “Shh, it’s only you. I won’t love any other sweet more than you, I promise” He took a bite, licking the fork slowly before whispering again, not realizing that the two were in the doorway.

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

“…………….” Lawlie stayed silent for a while, simply watching.

“………Same.”

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

Watari honestly hadn’t even been phased, and instead just chuckled at his charge’s reaction as he realized the two were there. 

“……..Lawlie.” He straightened up, wiping all the icing off his lips (though he missed a spot on his cheek) and tried to regain all the dignity he possibly could. “What are you two doing here? I thought you were still talking.” 

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

“We were, but figured we should discuss case differences.” /Did he call him Lawlie?…../

“–Is that ice cream cake?” he asked, eyes flickering to the bit on his cheek. Without thinking, he moved over and licked it off his cheek.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

“O-oh.” L moved to give them a bit more room to sit, and leaned over to answer the other. 

“Yes, Watari just-” and then there was a tongue on his cheek. L jerked back, eyes widening and cheeks flaming. “Um…” 

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

Lawlie blinked, before smiling in amusement. “Sorry. You had cake on your cheek.” He had to stop himself from doing it again /just/ to get another reaction.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

L shook his head, “It’s... fine.” He shook his head again, trying to clear his mind, and turned to face the other. 

“So, how has the case progressed for you so far?”

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

The Sohma Curse

[youdamnrat-blog]

“Wow, it was that simple to piss you off? Man you’re weak.” Kyo laughed as he was dragged out of the room and towards where he was being kept. He shook his head, wondering how this L guy knew he was hiding something. He was making sure he looked nonchalant and bored after all!

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

L shook his head, staring intently at the boy’s body language on the screen. It was obvious that he had secrets- he could tell from his semi-guarded posture. For many, it wouldn’t be noticeable, but L had been watching the same type of body language for years. Kyo Sohma was involved in the Sohma family secret, L just wasn’t sure how. 

It might be necessary to take more... extreme measures, L mused to himself, scooping up a forkful of cake and chewing on it thoughtfully, still watching the boy through his cameras. 

[theredtint]

WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? ((it's a p old starter, will it still work?))

B squinted at the light as it turned on, his eyes taking quite some time to adjust. There was noise outside, talking, screaming, people. But he couldn’t make out anything coherent. 

Once his eyes got used to the light, he looked at the now open door. Confused as he didn’t see one of the usual people in the doorway.

[theredtint]

{i-will-be-taking-the-cake:}

{theredtint:}

“I…I didn’t keep track of it.” There was no point, it was easier when he didn’t count out the times he have been fed.

L rolled his eyes. “You have no need to be polite, you know. You never were before.” With that, he turned to Watari, softly asking him to stop by a supermarket in order to get some food into Beyond. 

Beyond wanted to protest again, but then just sat silently. Letting L do what he wanted. L wouldn’t hurt him, this was okay.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

About half an hour passed before L had the jam from the grocery store in his hands. Silently, he handed it to Beyond, trying not to do anything to make the other man uncomfortable. 

[theprojectofangels-a]

“You are quite talented.” L followed her, shutting the door behind him. He stood in the doorway of the small bathroom, smiling softly at the younger girl. “How exactly will you go about doing this?”

“Of course I am.” A soft chuckle and she looked over his head again, “Well we’ll have to bleach first, which should take around an hour or so depending on if your hair is a virgin or not.” Hums softly, “After that we’ll color it, which shouldn’t take as long.”

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

L nodded, somewhat out of his element as she was speaking. “Mhm. I wonder what the task force and Crystal will say...” he mused, glancing over at her bemusedly. 

[theprojectofangels-a]

“That sounds perfect.” L poked her back, finally opening up to her a bit. “I was never able to do this as a teenager.. Watari never let me.” With a small pout, he opened the door and led her in, sitting down on her bed while he waited.

“If you can do that, you’re a wizard.” 

“Well then call me a Witch but don’t stake me and set me on fire.” Snorting, she opened her door and headed in, expecting L to follow and shut the door behind him. She headed over to her bathroom to open the door and turn on the light, having flicked on the others along the way.

“How do you think Crystal looks so good going undercover in the first place? Remember the time she went for the Tsubaki’s? That was all me.” Grinning over to him, she stuffed her hands in her pockets, 

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

“You are quite talented.” L followed her, shutting the door behind him. He stood in the doorway of the small bathroom, smiling softly at the younger girl. “How exactly will you go about doing this?”

[theredtint]

WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? ((it's a p old starter, will it still work?))

B squinted at the light as it turned on, his eyes taking quite some time to adjust. There was noise outside, talking, screaming, people. But he couldn’t make out anything coherent. 

Once his eyes got used to the light, he looked at the now open door. Confused as he didn’t see one of the usual people in the doorway.

[theredtint]

i-will-be-taking-the-cake:

theredtint:

i-will-be-taking-the-cake:

“Alright. If you’re sure. Would you like anything else?” L asked, settling back in his seat. “Would you like anything to eat?”

“I-I am fine…” B mumbled, unsure if taking anything would be a good idea.

L glanced at him again, not believing him. “How often would they allow you to eat? Really, it’s no trouble.” 

“I…I didn’t keep track of it.” There was no point, it was easier when he didn’t count out the times he have been fed.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

L rolled his eyes. “You have no need to be polite, you know. You never were before.” With that, he turned to Watari, softly asking him to stop by a supermarket in order to get some food into Beyond. 

[musesgonnamuse]

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

Would you still marry Crystal if the alcohol wasn't involved? For Science purposes.

L blinked, not expecting the question. “Why would you ask that? There’s no purpose in ‘what ifs,’ we got married because of our drunken states, and we see no reason to take the time and money to divorce. We’re married, it doesn’t matter whether or not alcohol influenced us.” 

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

The Sohma Curse

[youdamnrat-blog]

“I don’t care about my family, you’re just wasting your time.” Kyo laughed, not at all concerned about the welfare of his family. “What are you trying to find out exactly?” He questioned the screen in front of him.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

“Why, then, would you care about keeping their secrets? If you just confess their crimes, I will let you go with no repercussion.” L just couldn’t understand what the other man was doing- he claimed he didn’t care about the other Sohmas, yet he refused to admit what they had been doing? It just wasn’t logical. “However, if you continue to keep up this facade, I’ll have no choice but to believe you’re an accomplice.” 

[youdamnrat-blog]

Kyo didn’t care about protecting his family, or the curse for that matter. What he cared about was what Akito would do to him if he ever found out that he’d spilled the secret to an agent investigating them. Kyo shrugged. “Look, I ain’t protecting my family. If there was somethin’ to tell you, you’d already know, got it? I ain’t an accomplice to anythin’.” He sighed, agitated.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

“Then why do you act as if you have something to hide?” L was growing tired of the boy already, and didn’t even give him the opportunity to answer his last question. “I believe another night here would do you some good- get some rest, we can talk in the morning.” 

[hsfancharmemes]

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[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

The Sohma Curse

[youdamnrat-blog]

“I don’t care about my family, you’re just wasting your time.” Kyo laughed, not at all concerned about the welfare of his family. “What are you trying to find out exactly?” He questioned the screen in front of him.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

“Why, then, would you care about keeping their secrets? If you just confess their crimes, I will let you go with no repercussion.” L just couldn’t understand what the other man was doing- he claimed he didn’t care about the other Sohmas, yet he refused to admit what they had been doing? It just wasn’t logical. “However, if you continue to keep up this facade, I’ll have no choice but to believe you’re an accomplice.” 

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

In Another Life...

Yet again, L was bored. He had been forced to deal with the same dull, superficial people, ones who had about as much depth as a puddle after a rainstorm. Every day was monotonous and the same, and he just couldn’t wait to get out of the institutionalized prison called high school. 

Not that his home life was any less tiresome, but at least he was able to be by himself, instead of listening to the endless, petty conversation of his peers. Thankfully, he was in his last class of the day: advanced chemistry. L gazed out the window, half asleep and not even listening to what his teacher was saying. He’d read up on all of the content already, so there was no need to. His eyes focused on the clouds forming in the sky as his mind wandered, before something came into his line of vision. Is that a… notebook? He decided to go investigate after class.

As he approached, a jolt of unexplained loathing and terror ran through him. He ignored the shivers running down his spine and leaned down to pick it up, fingers brushing the words that were written on the cover. “Death Note…” He shook his head and stuffed it in his bag, glancing around to make sure no one paid him any attention before quickly walking home. 

[manipulativekiller]

Boredom. A feeling that, no matter the nature, would most likely set in like rot more often than not, especially when everything seemed somewhat lacklustre. From saviour to killer in the blink of an eye; had he been one to save instead and the end of his days would most likely burst in without even knocking.

Before recovering his memories Light couldn’t, honest to god, care less about whosoever’s name was jotted down on his notebook. However, it was upon hearing a morsel of his past as human from a fellow Shinigami that everything came back to him in a giant surge akin to that of a mental tsunami. Only then did his kills go from mindless to calculated, mostly focused on those undergoing deadly diseases that would only cause them to spend the rest of their days in agony until the last breath.

An act of mercy, one would say. To grant death to those at its doorstep, and yet, they pulled it through somehow – always against their will. A total amount of hundreds of years had been gathered in the meantime, but even so that didn’t seem to snuff out his need for justice… It was as though his thirst asked for water, but only sweetmilk could be found in the fridge.

“It’s time,” he mused, watching from the corner of his eye a plain white Shinigami with bones jutting out of her spine line keeping her beady blue eyes glued to the orb that displayed happenings in the human world as in a movie.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

L had quietly gone to his room the second he entered the small apartment building. His foster parents were passed out on the busted-up couch in their cramped living room, so he assumed he would likely be, for all intents and purposes, alone for the rest of the night. They tended to drink themselves into stupidity, then pass out for days at a time. The only times that this cycle changed was when his foster father, Michael, would invite some of his buddies he had met gaming online over. Then, instead of just two people passed out on top of each other, it would add up to an upwards count of ten. His mother wasn’t any better. In the times that she was (halfway) sober, Misty would be working to support the family. Of course, her line of work wasn’t always exactly legal, but hey, at least it kept them under a roof, right?

L sighed. He didn’t really hate his foster parents, no, but he knew that they didn’t care one way or another about him. Hell, he’d even been out of the house for days at a time for some reason or another, and they typically wouldn’t even notice. It was something he had come to expect of them, and had reacted properly when he saw them in that situation. L usually didn’t leave his room for any more than to get some food, anyways, so it wasn’t a big change in his schedule to actively avoid looking at them. 

Groaning, L flung himself onto his ratty twin sized bed. Although most of his things were secondhand, he had taken it upon himself to keep his little corner of the world as neat and clean as possible: there wasn’t a spec of dust to be seen, and although many of his things were old and worn out, they were as clean as he was able to get them. His desk, although also secondhand, was tidy and sturdy, and he had used it for many years. Every other year, he would typically repaint it so it still looked good as new. 

Now, he had strewn his books upon that very desk, and the book on top was the odd journal he had found. After a moment, L hoisted himself up and glanced over the cover again, finding himself apprehensive to the thought of touching it. Biting the feeling down, he perched in his seat, not bothering to turn on the lights because it wasn’t nearly dark enough outside for him to have the need to do so. His fingers caressed the leather cover again before he flipped to the first page, his eyes quickly scanning over the information presented. What kind of sick joke is this? This is absolutely ridiculous. L rolled his eyes and tossed the book to the side and it tottered off the edge of his desk. Paying it no mind, he glanced to the rest of the books before pulling out one, intent on getting started on his homework. 

[dominaedenixarchive-deactivated]

Send my muse anons about their relationships.

Canon ships, non-canon, OTPs you have or OTPs I have. Send them. Make my muse giddy, break my muse, make them laugh or cry. Do your best.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

In Another Life...

Yet again, L was bored. He had been forced to deal with the same dull, superficial people, ones who had about as much depth as a puddle after a rainstorm. Every day was monotonous and the same, and he just couldn’t wait to get out of the institutionalized prison called high school. 

Not that his home life was any less tiresome, but at least he was able to be by himself, instead of listening to the endless, petty conversation of his peers. Thankfully, he was in his last class of the day: advanced chemistry. L gazed out the window, half asleep and not even listening to what his teacher was saying. He’d read up on all of the content already, so there was no need to. His eyes focused on the clouds forming in the sky as his mind wandered, before something came into his line of vision. Is that a... notebook? He decided to go investigate after class.

As he approached, a jolt of unexplained loathing and terror ran through him. He ignored the shivers running down his spine and leaned down to pick it up, fingers brushing the words that were written on the cover. “Death Note...” He shook his head and stuffed it in his bag, glancing around to make sure no one paid him any attention before quickly walking home. 

[theredtint]

WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? ((it's a p old starter, will it still work?))

B squinted at the light as it turned on, his eyes taking quite some time to adjust. There was noise outside, talking, screaming, people. But he couldn’t make out anything coherent. 

Once his eyes got used to the light, he looked at the now open door. Confused as he didn’t see one of the usual people in the doorway.

[theredtint]

i-will-be-taking-the-cake:

theredtint: 

Don’t be an inconvenience. “No, no…it’s alright.” B muttered. Being an inconvenience was worse than just being uncomfortable.  It didn’t end well.

“Alright. If you’re sure. Would you like anything else?” L asked, settling back in his seat. “Would you like anything to eat?”

“I-I am fine…” B mumbled, unsure if taking anything would be a good idea.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

L glanced at him again, not believing him. “How often would they allow you to eat? Really, it’s no trouble.” 

[hot-tistic]

sick death note meme bro

[matsufry]

gatorbiscuits

[theredtint]

WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? ((it's a p old starter, will it still work?))

B squinted at the light as it turned on, his eyes taking quite some time to adjust. There was noise outside, talking, screaming, people. But he couldn’t make out anything coherent. 

Once his eyes got used to the light, he looked at the now open door. Confused as he didn’t see one of the usual people in the doorway.

[theredtint]

i-will-be-taking-the-cake:

theredtint:

The strap across his chest made B press farther into the seat, trying to get away from the pressure and confines. “O-okay.” The lights are too bright, even inside the car the light from the outside is bright, so B closes his eyes.

“Do you want me to unbuckle you?” L hadn’t even considered that the strap would upset the other, though it should have been obvious, in hindsight. He watched Beyond’s body language and mentally smacked himself for his stupidity before blocking the widows, as well. 

Don’t be an inconvenience. “No, no…it’s alright.” B muttered. Being an inconvenience was worse than just being uncomfortable.  It didn’t end well.

[i-will-be-taking-the-cake]

“Alright. If you’re sure. Would you like anything else?” L asked, settling back in his seat. “Would you like anything to eat?”