Ken’ichi Matsuyama as L Lawliet (15/?)
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Ken’ichi Matsuyama as L Lawliet (15/?)
im gonna work on the drafts here in a moment (at least the ones i still have muse for) and also reblog a starter meme after im done iconing, but until then; have my favorite ryuzaki icons <3
How does L view his own hypocrisy? He seems self-aware, but it's hard to get a read on what he thinks about it beyond that.
ask me about ryuzaki!
it depends on what exactly he is being hypocritical about. in general, ryuzaki believes he isnt necessarily exempt from rules, but believes he can bend them because he is a “special case”; because he is bending the rules for the greater good. where he is brilliant, he is arrogant and has the tendency to be narrow-minded to some extent, while still maintaining the balance of self awareness. he sees it as a means to an end or a necessary evil; ordinarily he finds hypocrisy boring and annoying, but he will use it when he needs to in order to get an outcome. he views both his hypocrisy and his manipulation in the same manner.
Is there anyone that L wouldn't betray to meet his own ends? What are his thoughts on loyalty? Betrayal?
ask me about ryuzaki!
personally, i think there are very few people in the world that ryuzaki wouldnt betray in one way or another to get what he wants -- i think the only constant person would be watari; however im not sure if thats because watari is on his side or if he is just that fiercely loyal to him? and i also dont really think ryuzaki is to sure of that himself, but i do believe he is thankful that he doesnt have to be put in that position.
he knows that loyalty is a fickle thing -- and he knows that humans are known to be ever changing in their allegiances, so he expects a level of betrayal from those around him, although that doesnt at all mean he isnt upset by it. he is very good at keeping a handle on his emotions, but he is still affected when someone betrays him.
unfortunately, its a side affect of his line of profession, which solidifies his reasoning for working alone as much as possible -- cant be betrayed if you havent put your trust in someone!
Ryuzaki.. did you know you’re sexy?
ask me about ryuzaki!
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Beside her, Jasper shifts uncomfortably. The shift in conversation is strange, and both Haney siblings raise a brow in a mirrored expression of surprise without even looking at each other. She doesn’t look to her brother, instead keeping her eyes fixed on the enigma of a detective before her.
“I don’t much enjoy staying still,” she starts carefully. She isn’t the type to seek out a long winded brain game. She hates committing that much time. That being said… “…but I’m not one to walk away from a challenge until I’ve beaten it.”
Obsession. That’s the word. You give her a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle, and she won’t take her eyes off it for so much as a bathroom break until every piece is in place. And even if in the end her eyes burn and her head throbs, it’s nothing compared to the intoxicating feeling of accomplishment.
A smile works its way onto his lips. “ Oh, good. Just what I wanted to hear. ”
He stands, snatching the recording device from its perch on the armrest of the chair he was sitting in, stashing it in the front pocket of his jeans. As he pulls his hand back out, along comes another lolli, as well as a business card -- one for a sweets shop in the downtown. It’s a rather well known, up-and-coming shop; one that had just opened only a few months ago, yet hasn’t failed to make a name for itself. He hands both the lollipop and the card to Imogen.
“ If you would like to put some of that dedication to good use, call this shop and tell them you wish to speak to Ryuzaki, alright? ” the smile looks nearly alien on his lips; it’s clear this is a rare occurrence, “ Your participation could help solve this case. ”
Maybe he is making old mistakes again -- trusting family members of police officers to help him on a case. Maybe he is giving her too much credit. But he will never know how helpful she can be until he sees her in action, and he can use all the help he can get with this.
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It’s so embarrassing. Being as in the public eye as she is, she can’t keep letting herself get like this. Confused, upset. Overwhelmed. It’s been a harsh couple of months, the fact that she’s embarrassed by her emotional state doesn’t make it any easier not to cry, and if it’s between crying in a quiet corner of a park or in a crowded coffee shop full of people who want her autograph… She’d prefer to be out in the cold with her sorrows.
For the most part, people don’t bother her out here. Pretty good at masking the anxiety attacks behind a curtain of thick blonde curls, head bowed to hide any expression of anguish or fear that might be on her face. She needs help. A professional. But where would she ever start in finding one of those? Who else would be able to unpack the stories she has locked inside her?
Disturbed by a voice nearby, Emma glances up in surprise. Might have ignored him if she wasn’t so surprised to hear someone so close. When she looks up, her cheeks are stained with tears, cheeks pink from the effort of suppressing it. Stuttering, looking between him and the chocolate bar with confusion and a little fear.
“I– I - Um, I do – are you – offering?” It seems like that’s what’s happening. She’s just a little apprehensive. The idea of something sweet is aready doing a little to sooth her. A sugar fiend. More so to stop the tears is the confusion of a stranger offering it out to her, refusing to look her in the eye.
“ Yes,” he is offering; sugary snacks, aside from his obsessive nature over his particular line of work, are the only things keeping him from losing himself to the despair he keeps hidden away. It’s a quiet kind of sadness, but one that has taught him to understand the pain of others.
“ I also have caramel filled chocolate, mint chocolate, or strawberry if those are more to your liking. ” his eyes shift from the ground to the bag in his hands, scanning the other labels, making sure he didn’t miss anything. Oh right, he also has tissues.
Ryuzaki sets the bag on the ground, crouching over it as he sorts through the contents, shoving bag after bag of candy aside ( how does that all fit in there? ) before procuring a small, unopened pouch of tissue. This replaces the chocolate in his outstretched arm, although he still stayed in his bizarre crouched position, this time his eyes are locked on her.
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“ i believe this is yours, ryuzaki. “ raito said with annoyance drenching his tone, the man setting a coffee cup in front of his coworker. somehow they had gotten mixed up and he had taken a single whiff of the coffee before recoiling in disgust. the scent that hit him like a ton of bricks was sweet; too sweet, like what he imagined a candy factory would smell like. the smell alone made the brunet’s stomach churn. he could never understand how anyone could enjoy toothachingly sweet food or beverages. sure, he took light cream and two teaspoons of sugar in his coffee, and he’s definitely partook in a few hard candies every once in a great while, but to the extent that what you were eating was basically liquid sugar ? the mere idea made him shudder.
raito seated himself in front of the computer after finding his own coffee, allowing the hot, semi - sweetened drink to wash over his tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste to linger on his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. it was much easier to focus now, and he began to tap away at his keyboard, brown eyes locked on the screen in front of him as he searched and logged their current findings and data. but just sitting here listening to the sound of keys clacking and the hums of the monitors would be too boring, wouldn’t it ? he wouldn’t learn anything from the detective sitting next to him if they both worked in silence for a bit.
better to know thy enemy like thyself.
“ so i’m curious, ryuzaki, “ he started, fingers ceasing their quick and steady pace across the keyboard, his attention turning towards the black haired male, “ what made you get into detective work ? i mean… surely you had other things you wanted to do before this, right ? “
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Gaunt hands reach out for the cup offered to him, and after a quick sniff to make sure the coffee did not smell of almonds, he takes a sizable sip, nose wrinkling. Ryuzaki grabs a generous amount of sugar cubes from a dish next to his computer and plops them into the nearly sludge like coffee -- only then is it to his liking.
“ Hm, I feel that my intellect would be wasted if I chose to do anything other than this,” bony fingers trace the rim of the already half empty coffee clutched delicately in his hands, “ and to be quite honest, I never so much as entertained the idea of doing something else with my time. ”
I’m good at solving puzzles, and crimes are just giant, often bloody puzzles; I don’t exactly think I am cut out for anything else.
Ryuzaki takes another drink, daintily placing the now empty cup on the coaster laying on the desk before him. He leaves out his reasoning as to why he decided to follow this line of work in the first place. Can’t give him too much information -- who knows what information he might need, if he is, in fact, Kira.
“ What about you? Surely you thought of pursuing a different career path than this at least once in your life. ”
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Ryuzaki had never fully grasped the idea of unbelievable events playing out in slow motion before now. The time it took for Imogen to crumple to the floor, clutching her gunshot wound felt like an eternity. He has prepared himself for many things, and he even thought he had prepared himself for this -- but he was wrong. He stood frozen, watching the collection of blood form under her, shock and -- even stronger -- anger bubbling up within him. He knew that bullet was meant for him -- why did she take it instead? He finds his ability to move after a moment or two, scrambling to her side, producing a cloth from his pocket ( has he always had that there? ) to press into her wound.
“ Imogen, I’d like you to say something to me, ” have to keep her awake. There is a panic in his voice that only the trained ear can pick up.
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Although he has made a point to live his life far more than he was before, Ryuzaki still doesn’t get out much -- and the only times he really does is for small candy shopping breaks between cases ( or if he finds himself running low at any given moment. )
He’s taken to walking through parks on his way back to the hotels that he lives out of at any given time, enjoying the scenery and the sight of children playing ( relaxing, he thinks, reminds me of home. ) He knows that no one would know who he is, and that he is in no real danger. That, and a walk and the change of pace helps his thinking process.
He sees her sitting by herself in the park he was walking through, shoulders slumped in such a way he knows all too well. Sadness; he knows because that’s one reason his shoulders slump too. He approaches, like a wild animal curiously examining something new, a comically large bag of goodies in his clutches riffled through until he found what he was looking for.
“ Do you like chocolate? ” he asks, holding out to the stranger an entire chocolate bar -- one of the expensive kinds, too. His eyes are glued to the ground as he waits for her response.
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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine [ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc. [ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair [ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine
NAME: L Lawliet ( エル・ローライト Eru Rōraito ) NICKNAME(S): L || Ryuga Hideki || Ryuzaki || Eraldo Coil || Deneuve || Suzuki || Takahashi Ryoga || Takashi Harimoto AGE: 26-28 years ( i write him in this age range, although i am well aware that he is like 41 if he were alive in universe today with the timeline of the show ; w; lordy lordy L is 40 ) SPECIES: human
PERSONAL
MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil SINS: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS: to solve crime and bring wrong doers to justice -- it’s not so much to help people ( although he does find gratification from that as well ) as it is to make sure that evil people don’t get away with doing evil things.
PHYSICAL
BUILD: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / fat HEIGHT: estimated around 5′10″1/2 ( 178 cm ) WEIGHT: estimated 110 lbs ( 49.8 kg ) SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: i wouldn’t say he has any scars/birthmarks! at least not yet, anyways ABILITIES/POWERS: where he doesn’t have any supernatural or magical abilities, i absolutely consider his intellect and power of deduction an ability
FAVOURITES
FAVOURITE FOOD: anything sugary and sweet, but i think his absolute favorite is any sort of cake ( bonus points if there is strawberry involved ) FAVOURITE DRINK: sugary teas, coffees, milkshakes, etc. FAVOURITE COLOUR(S): he doesn’t think much about color, but he tends to be drawn more toward greys, cornflower blues, black, and white FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: doesn’t have a preference FAVORITE BOOK GENRE: doesn’t have a preference; he will read anything to gain knowledge on any subject FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE: doesn’t have a preference, with similar reasons as above FAVORITE SEASON : doesn’t have a preference FAVORITE CURSE WORD(S): none, " there are far more words in any given language to express oneself with. ” FAVORITE SCENT: petrichor, bakery goods, fresh clean linen, lavender and vanilla
FUN STUFF
BOTTOM OR TOP: neither because he isn’t sexually active HOWEVER if we are to entertain the idea specifically for psychology’s sake i would say he would be a top because of his inability to relinquish control of literally a n y t h i n g SINGS IN THE SHOWER: a b s o l u t e l y n o t LIKES BAD PUNS: from time to time he will smile at one, but even more rarely does he make the puns lmao
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She lowered her voice to keep the conversation between them. “Wait a minute…you’ve worked on a case like this before?”
In any other situation, she would have fought her inquisitive nature, looking at the crime through scientific, clinical eyes, letting his comments slip through her thoughts, but the word supernatural made it nearly impossible for her to resist asking further questions.
“What supernatural elements? Are you telling me you’ve seen otherworldly creatures with your own two eyes? What the Hell kind of case did you work on?”
Curiosity lights up her expression. There was something intangible and thrilling about the killer being more than a mere human preying on his own kind, and in this regard, a far better scenario that pursuing a cannibal.
“Would you be willing to tell me about it over a cup of coffee? I’m buying.”
For a few moments, Ryuzaki debates whether or not he should tell her. On one hand, he had promised himself that no one but the people working on the Kira case would know the true nature of those crimes, but on the other, merely telling another might take some of this weight off his chest…
“ I cannot discuss the details of that case with anyone who doesn’t have the clearance to possess the knowledge, ” he speaks listlessly, his void like eyes focused on her instead of the bloody mess in front of them, “ I will take that coffee, however. ”
His lips curl, only by the slightest bit -- the barest hint of a smile that disappears as eyes travel back to the gore.