i think you mentioned this is your fanfic account. do u have another account i can follow u on? i’ve never seen you link it or anything
Howdy! Don't know what fanfic you're coming from, but this is my only one. Don't do fanfic stuff anywhere else. You're welcome to follow @cartoonsandcats which is my main, but I'm deffo less active on there (as if I'm regularly active on here pfft).
i am so pleased that u came back and wrote that little piece. in my mind u are the only L writer ever nobody gets him like u do. i was vibrating in excitement like a chihuahua. reading that felt like snorting a line of cocaine. if this is any encouragement to write more please let it be. u have been missed
Saying my writing is like snorting cocaine is never, ever something I thought I would hear but I'm so glad I have. Thank you so much for the kind words!!
I will be so soo honest: I started writing Insecurity's a Bitch fully four or five years ago. While I was cleaning out my childhood home, I got back into Death Note bc of all my old merch and stuff, hence finishing the piece. It's the last piece of writing I had for L that had a semblance of a plot line.
I will always consider Death Note and L to be one of my hyperfixations. I Literally have hundreds of thousands of words of writing to prove it. But, as far as writing new fanfic material goes...... gang I'm at a blank. I don't really have any scenarios in my head and I'm not really interested in taking requests atm. I know that's not the desirable answer :((
like i'm still around! I do check my inbox regularly and occasionally I fall back into a death note shaped hole. if you have your own HCs and things you want to say I want respond and engage bc I love this fandom Down. But I do not want to give any false hope that I have WIPs in the works. Because my mind is so empty from balancing two new jobs, post undergrad life, and general early adulthood LMAO.
edit: I DO have a lot of WIPs for non-Death Note fandoms that I mean to post, but I have kind of made myself a death note girlie on here. But would love to eventually branch out and write for my other bigs fandoms like the DCU, Love and Deepspace, BG3... various random things I'm into and have started (but not finished) works about.
opened mystic messenger for the first time in years and overrun with the feeling of disappointment that cheritz basically abandoned it. the fanbase is still active--I don't understand why they don't utilise it at all.
and coming up on the ten year anniversary next year it would be a perfect time for a reboot/revitalisation!
author's notes: so..... wasn't expecting to do this. if you know me, it's because I was super active in 2020/21 and then. was not LMAO. i fell into a death note shaped hole like four days ago and decided to finish a WIP because I have nothing better to do. and L is still v much a comfort character. idk how to feel about it, but now it exists! enjoy!
viktor headcanons -- in honor of the fast approaching second season <3
these are a mix between what i've read from his profile on the LoL website AND arcane canon. but it's mostly arcane. idk man.
His father was a blacksmith, and his mother tinkers with gears and wires. She doesn't have the strength to work a full time job, but she aids in every way she can repairing jewellery and household goods of others. Vik's father made a decent living due to the need of metalwork in the city of iron. Although both parents often took on dangerous side jobs for extra gold when it was needed. There was never a set-in-stone home in childhood, partially due to chemical spills causing them to move, partially because they couldn't afford something solid.
Spitting image of his mother. SUCH a mama's boy too, although when he was a kid he would profusely deny it. He wished he could be just as strong as his dad, he really wanted to be able to work in the heat and have the braun to work with heavy metal. But, he was graced with his mother's lithe physique, sharpness in face and frame, as well as her chronic weakness.
They didn't know what to do to help Viktor when he was young. They did the best they could. They're smart people who always encouraged reading and learning, so when Viktor was born they knew their first resource was books.
His mom carried him for as long as she could, but, again, she had what doctor's deemed as a "weakness", and the chemicals she was exposed to made it worse. She spent as long as she could helping Viktor walk, building makeshift braces and canes, reading anything she could find (or borrow with no intent of returning) attached to his disabilities. Viktor's first exposure to books was medical journals on constructions of mobility devices.
Again, very smart people, and Viktor is no exception. As soon as Viktor could reach his mother's work space, he began to tinker with the gears. His mom would give him as much as she could spare so he could learn electronic and engineering basics. He catches on very quickly.
Bilingual from the moment he could talk. Catches onto languages very quickly. His first two were English (or the arcane-verse equivalent) obviously, and his mother tongue sounds like a mixture of czech, hebrew, and russian. Also what I headcanon his ethnicity: jewish and eastern european.
When Viktor was nine, his father died from an explosion with the forge he was working at. He was never close to his father, but it hit him very hard. He had an idea of being the strong family patriarch, and while he knew that was a fantastical dream to begin with, the death of his father idolised him in the mind of everyone. And furthermore Viktor realising he will never live up to him.
Didn't stop him from trying, though. Viktor's mother was a sick woman, that only got worse with grief and age. He was determined to provide for her in any way he could. He was her eyes to the outside world as she became bedridden. He built her a desk that fit over her mattress so she could still work on orders, and he could deliver them through the day with his cane in one hand, and a cart dragging behind in the other.
He would sneak away when he was done delivering orders to work on his own toys and inventions. Hence the boat.
When he met Singed, it was very much a "new father figure just dropped" moment.
He is so pookie. These are old, probably circa 2021? They are short and sweet but hope there's some enjoyment!
Couldn't have cared less about romance before you. Your place in his life was a complete and utter failure of discipline on all parties involved. He's very emotionally closed off, so getting to know him is no easy feat. It takes a lot of determination to break down all of his walls, but. it IS possible.
He's an asshole but NOT in the way people write him. He's an asshole because he's emotionally stunted and socially awkward out of his MIND. It leads to him walking into a room, locking eyes with you, and making a 180 out of the room. He's hates dealing with his heart palpitating around you and the way he can't seem to string together a proper sentence. So, he avoids you like you're carrying the fucking plague.
This man stutters. It's canon he would do it when he has feelings for someone. Therefore, he tries to keep his responses towards you short as possible. "Only speak when spoken to" type beat. You'll ask him a question and he'll give you a blank stare for a moment before, "I - ah. It's over - ahem, um - there. It's over there." Then, he'll clear his throat and take a sip of his tea.
It takes patience, but let him come to you. Because, if you start flirting, he's probably going to start avoiding you again and you're back at square one. Not to say you can't do anything, because god knows if you don't help him along, you're both going to be stuck pining for eternity. Best course of action is to be in his sight line as often as possible. Be physically near him when you can, make excuses to ask him questions or to help him out with stuff. He'll appreciate the effort and start warming up to you.
Once more comfortable, I wouldn't say he's talkative, but he does ask you questions. He wants to hear about your life, your family, your hopes for the future and favourite foods. Anything you want to ramble about he'll happily listen. Or, if you're more quiet like him, he has no problem asking you to help him clean a room out or do some paperwork in silence. Love languages are acts of service (giving) + quality time (receiving). You wanting to spend time with him is all he could ever ask for.
Here's the progression of his relationships: apathy -> taking notice -> gaining respect -> attraction -> nervousness + avoidance -> increasing comfortability -> roasting the shit out of each other (lovingly). Once he's over the initial hump of not knowing how to act normal, his second line of defence is bullying you in the kindest way possible. Be ready to hold your own, because god knows he won't hesitate to point out when you're being a dumbass (again, lovingly, he can usually tell when you're able to take in or not, and if he sees something hurt your feelings, he'll shut up)
Stay up late finishing up some work? He'll greet you with a "You look like shit," before asking you if you got enough sleep. Sick? Sneeze in front of him and he'll turn to you with a "disgusting," before sending you off to bed and bringing you medicine, extra tissues and chamomile tea on a lil tray.
Don't know how to fight? He'll teach you. Actually, he insists he teaches you. While he's hard and a little aggressive, he's actually really patient when you're learning something new and won't move on until he knows you feel comfortable. However, he will get a kick out of knocking you on your ass a million times. He'll deny it, but you see his smirk. Asshole.
These were written BEFORE the release of the Prime show (idk exact date but like... early 2020 methinks) (yeah ikik very old). A lot has changed but I think they're still fun!
Every day I miss Ed Bosco's Alastor and I will die on that hill 💔
Firstly, he's gonna have no fucking clue he's into in you. The man refuses to put names to any emotion besides happy, bored, and murder. All he knows is he wants to be around you constantly and all his only excuse is that you're entertaining.
He's generally attracted to people different from himself, not saying that he won't fall for another blood-lusting extrovert, but that's not the type of person that will immediately catch his eye. Alastor enjoys being the star of the show, and he'll appriciate someone who can be an eternal audience.
Prepare to be scared. .. a lot. Al will sneak up behind you and then make you jump five feet in the air with a obnoxiously loud "Hello!". He'll mess with shadows and make sure you notice the dark figure in the corner of your eye. He makes sure you feel like you're being watched at all times. In his mind, it translates into him showing he'll always be there for you, whether you wish so or not. But to everyone else it's just creepy.
When it comes to confessing - don't expect one. Alastor will never directly admit his interest in you, and he's an expert at turning a conversation to his will. The only time you get close to what he feels is three months in when he casually brings up that he's been courting you. You have the sense to put two and two together. Additionally, if you have the courage to tease him about your relationship he will not... deny anything.
Likes to leave you presents on your doorstep. But your tastes differ, to say the least. You find a glass box filled with teeth. A blood-splattered book on hunting methods. The worst was the butcher-paper wrapped... kidney? liver? who the hell knows, all you know is that it dripped blood on your carpet. He did redeem himself, partially, with the gift of a worn-down golden locket. Inside, was a black and white photo of a bright-eyed, dark-haired boy, with a similar smile to your sweetheart. When you ask about it, he simply scoffs and says he forgot that silly old thing was in there. You decide not to push.
Pet names. Pet names. Pet names. Of course, he calls everyone "darling", "dear", and "sweetheart", and you are no exception. But he also adds a few special ones just for his lover. "Cher", "Little doe", "Sweetness", and "Morsel" are popular ones. And he may slip in a occasional "my love" if you two are alone.
Everybody will know not to mess with you. Demons may not know the extent of your relationship, but they will know if they so much as look at you the wrong way, Alastor will make sure they will beg for death a second time. Additionally, as the relationship develops, he may start seeing you as an extension of himself. Meaning, he'll be just as averse to people touching you than people touching himself.
Do NOT think you are safe as his significant other, he will roast the shit out of you. This man is a snarky asshole and he makes sure everyone knows.
He's not a fan of other people touching him. That's a fact. But he sees no boundaries in him touching people, so expect a lot of that upfront. It's not PDA, oh no, he has a reputation to uphold. But, while in the comfort of the hotel, he doesn't hesitate to place a hand on your back while talking. or grab you and spin you around in the lobby. or pull you in front of him and place his hands on your shoulders. It's a control thing.
Alternatively, at first he will almost always flinch away from your touch. Put a hand on his shoulder and he'll shrug it off. Sit too close and he'll move to give you space. Hell, try to lock pinkies and he'll clasp his hands behind his back. Alastor always rejects touches with an... awkward, polite confusion. He'll give you forced laugh and grin, flicking his eyes from side to side. It's like he doesn't really know how to react to someone wanting to touch him, and him wanting to let them.
The first time he lets you touch him will be in private. He makes a habit of inviting you to his room at the end of the day. The two of you talk, he'll tell stories, or simply enjoy each other's presence. Technically, you were already touching. It had been a long day at the hotel and, by the time you settled in his room, it was time to relax and catch up on some reading. Alastor settled on the end of the sofa, one arm leaning against the armrest, the other encircling your middle as you stretched your legs across the rest of the space. After an hour or so of reading, you feel the need to feel... more connected. So you ask tentatively if you can hold his hand. He puts his eyes off his book and onto you, first a tense and wide look of surprise, but when looking at you for a moment, his eyes softens, and his smile becomes too gentle for a serial killer. He'll chuckle and say "Of course, dear" and stretch out his fingers for you to slot your palm into his much larger one. You stayed like that for hours.
After that, you learn you have to be more vocal about when you want to touch him. For a while, you ask every time you wish to link arms, or hug him, or anything - and he always accepts. It's a long and tedious process, but eventually you are able to touch him without asking or him flinching away. And you may get a little more bold with it as time goes on. If he's in a good mood, he may get a little flustered or irked, but learns to know it is all in good fun. But be warned - if he's in the slightest state of annoyance beforehand, non explicitly consensual touching will turn sour quickly. He will get mad at you, and that is not something you wish to be on the recieving end of. It takes a lot for him to trust you, and if you even so much as think about breaking that in any way, he will rebuild all his walls and you'll have to start all over.
Fights are the WORST. Granted, they don't happen often because after your relationship is solidified, he's pretty accommodating and communicative (mostly behind closed doors). But when they do... hoo boy. It'll either be over something extremely petty or something he feels as extremely important. He'll never outright tell you, not with that stupid smile on his face 24/7, but if he believes you're in the wrong he will be more harsh. If you are in the wrong, the best thing to do is outright apologize. maybe stroke his ego a bit, he won't take too long to forgive you (although he may use your guilt to his advantage later). If he is in the wrong. oh dear. firstly, don't expect an apology. the man has way too much pride and little sense of remorse. it's gonna take you forcing him to sit down and listen (something he is not very good at) to your side and how he hurt you. again, his pride is gonna get in the way and he may continue to not understand, but keep at it and he will eventually at least feel sorry for hurting you.
You're gonna need a slang dictionary to digest his words sometimes. he talks so fast and refuses to let go of his early 20th century slang, there will definately be a few moments the generational/cultural gap is obvious.
Not good at touch, but is GREAT with words. He's a radio host, after all, he's renowned for his voice.
He doesn't... know he's asexual. I mean, he's from early twentieth century, they didn't really have terms for different sexualities, much less embrace them. All he knows is that he's never cared to talk about those things, or understood the feelings associated with them in general. The first time he probably even heard the term was in passing when you and Angel were talking about your relationship. Angel was very upset with the news, offended that the strawberry pimp chose you over him, the sexiest piece of ass in hell. "I mean, I thought he was ace or somethin'..." he had said as Alastor passed by the doorway, causing the radio demon to stop and stare. "What did you just call me?" you could hear the growl in his voice, Al was never one to take slander well. You, his comfort, his calm, his reason, were able to explain that ace was just short for asexual, or someone who didn't experiance sexual attraction, which, you didn't know, could be him? He processed the definition and your questioning tone, tapping his chin thoughtfully. Eventually, he shrugged and gave a hearty "maybe" before continuing down the hall. Ah well, he's not one to care about labels.
Not sex-repulsed, but doesn't care about his sexual satisfaction very much - he has better things to the about. He will do almost anything to give you pleasure, however, which in turn, makes him enjoy the process a bit more. That being said, he is also a sadist and adores seeing his lover all worked up and squirmy. And he's not one to half-ass anything. If he finds what you find attractive, he will exploit it in every way possible. expect a LOT of teasing.
at the end of the day, though, the man loves to dote on you. it takes a while, but eventually he will be at your service seven days a week ready to help and pamper you.
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