#digitalgingerm

[digital-ginger-m]

Happy Halloween! Mel and I'll be around for a while, so if anyone has anything they want a gif response to...you know the drill. 

[yagami-raito-kun]

✖ //we have to see this

My Muse is dead, but they left yours a letter! Send a ✖ to see what it says.

Matt,

Well, I’m about to do something extremely stupid again. Surprising, right? Everybody needs a talent, and mine’s picking fights with the wrong people and making it back to tell the tale. Though I don’t know if that’s a talent, really–in my case, seems a bit more like dumb luck. Spending a day with Melo is a pretty good cure for delusions of infallibility. I’ll give him that.

If you’re holding this letter right now, Matt, I didn’t make it back this time.

I’ll give you a moment to celebrate.

…………………………………………………………………………

You done? Good. Keep reading.

I considered naming you my sole inheritor in my will, you know. Maybe writing in a reference to what good friends we were and some of the better conversations we had. Just to piss Melo off. But then I remembered what he did to you that one time I made a pass at you, and I guess I’m just not that much of a dick. That, and I never knew your real name anyway. Which is probably for the best.

(Fair warning: Melo is in my will. I left him my copy of Ovid’s Metamorphoses and a whole stack of ex-gay therapy and anger management self-help books I bought solely for the purpose of willing to him. Oh, and a pair of handcuffs, “for old times’ sake.” I’d tell you not to spoil the surprise, but since if you do you’ll have to admit to him that you’ve heard from me, I feel fairly confident that you won’t. I’m still somewhat of a dick, I guess.)

I don’t even know why I’m writing to you, really. I feel pretty confident you’ve got no real desire to hear from me. I guess out of all the people trying to kill me, you’re the one I think I might have been friends with, if circumstances were different. Which is as close as it gets to friendship where I’m concerned, so thanks for that. Doesn’t mean I don’t still wish I’d killed your boyfriend, but everyone’s got regrets. And I’ve got more than most.

Consider my absence from the rest of your life a wedding present, and try not to pull a muscle dancing on my grave.

See you around.

夜神月

P.S. Do me a favor and destroy the tapes, all right? Preferably before he finds out about the will. He can’t really hurt me with them now, I suppose, but I’d like to rest in peace.

P.P.S. You should probably burn this letter before he finds it, too. You ought to be smart enough to know that, but you’ve been surprisingly dumb on that point before, so I’m making no assumptions. You’re welcome.

[yagami-raito-kun]

Dear Light, You're kind of a dickish son. I wish Matt was my son. He is less of a dick than you. --Dad

Send my muse notes from their father

"Dear ‘Dad’: Possibly true, but have fun with your new psychopath son-in-law. I’m sure Sayu can’t wait to reminisce with him—once she comes out of her catatonia, of course. Sincerely, Light."

[yagami-raito-kun]

"Ugh, get a room already. Aren't you supposed to be off getting married or something?"

[yagami-raito-kun]

"Light Yagami..." A small laugh allowed for a mouthful of smoke to slowly leave the man as he stood in his own dark alleyway. "I knew you'd join us here eventually. Didn't think it's be so soon though, mate." He leaned forward slightly, allowing more light to fall on his body. His frame was pierced with bullet holes, blood still remaining where it had been when he died. He looked exactly as he had as his body had slumped to the ground against his car, a cigarette burn visible on his vest.

It felt strange to experience a rush of fear without an accompanying rush of blood, but Light Yagami’s heart had stopped several hours before. No. The worst already happened. I should have nothing left to fear. Still, he couldn’t help but stare at the gruesome wreck his enemy had become.

"Looking good, Matt," he said. "Red’s a good color on you."

It would have been a better taunt had Light not looked nearly as awful—battered, bloodstained, and bullet-ridden, one hand incarnadine with depressingly unmetaphorical blood—but he was too weary and disoriented to care. Pasting on a rictus smile, he took a step into the light.

[yagami-raito-kun]

//Offline for bed

I still have a bunch of replies to do (digital-ginger-m and unbearably-simple, I have not forgotten you!), but I'm falling asleep at my computer, so I'm calling it a night. Don't forget to send in asks for Cosplay Day on Thursday--mark them (GIF) so I know what they are!

[yagami-raito-kun]

//My three-year-old saw a fanart of Matt this weekend and told me excitedly that it was "Simba!" He is currently pestering me to show him "Wion King" on my computer...by which he means allowing him to stare at said fanart of "Simba."

For the record, this was the image:

I am so incredibly amused by this.

[miss-to-oh]

Out of all the Matt's which one do you hate the most and what's your feelings towards them ;)

"I used to hate Matt (digital-ginger-m) with a burning passion, until I met his clone (mattthetechguy). He is insensitive, callous, and demented. Thanks to him, I almost like Matt (digital-ginger-m). Almost. As for Matt (douchematt), all I can say is, he is not that bad. It’s a miracle that he finally settled down, I couldn’t be more happy for him."