#imkirayourgod

[belzinone]

@imkirayourgod​ :: “Umf” (imkirayourgod) -Hot as hell-

SEND ME “UMF” IF YOUR MUSE THINKS MY MUSE IS HOT. (ft. slutty selfies~)

[nycttophilic]

“Anonymous” ( @imkirayourgod​ i know it’s you >:3) inquired: 🍒 “I’d date you to use your magic for my own benefit.”

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Send “🍒 + Why You’d Date Me”—No Longer Accepting

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“I’m not using my magic for your benefit, Light. It’s my power.”

[nycttophilic-a]

@imkirayourgod​ 🖤’d~

“Everyone thinks that we’re perfect.”

“Please don’t let them look through the curtains.”

[maildt]

I found Kira.

I was the one who found Kira. Not Near, and not Mello. Me. The not-successor.

And it was easy, or else I wouldn't have done it.

The first recorded use of the name "Kira" was on a chatroom 7 years ago. 53 IP addresses viewed it.

4 viewed it multiple times.

One viewed it 23 times, in fact, that same IP just viewed it 9 months ago.

The same IP also viewed the first fan site for Kira a total of 473 times over the past 6 years, and commented a total of 62 times, usually in large passionate spurts.

There was a pattern of the same IP address viewing news stories for criminals either exactly a week or within 10 minutes of those criminals dying.

Actually, it was closer to 7-8 minutes, consistently.

So I found God on Grindr and he looked like a stuck-up Japanese version of me.

Well, clean-cut.

Professional.

Through his profile picture I found out that his name was Light Yagami and that he worked with the Japanese Police Department. I had heard that last name before. This man had worked with L himself, which went along with what Mello had already theorized.

Sorry baby.

I don't know if I could call this detective work at this point, because this wasn't my first time on Grindr, and I was wanking when I sent the first message. By the time I hit post-nut clarity it was too late.

As if that would have stopped me anyway.

"For tonight? x"

[nycttophilic-a]

‘HELLO, DARLING’ (Light/Kira)

SEND ‘HELLO, DARLING’ TO SEE MY MUSES’ REACTION TO YOUR MUSE CARRYING THEM BRIDAL STYLE AND CLAIMING THAT YOU’RE MARRYING THEM—Accepting!

A laugh escaped parted lips at her lover’s proclamation. Maybe he had just a bit too much to drink, maybe he was just filled adoration for his fiancée. After all, it was hardly a week ago when they decided they wanted to marry each other—as well as the fact that Kira wiped his memories of the Death Note...

But this was nice. This was a Light she was quickly growing used to. He wasn’t motivated by the evil that the notebook placed in him. Now, he was just Light... And Kira adored it.

“Yes, yes, I’m marrying you,” Kira said with a smile and a laugh, nuzzling her face against her lover’s before resting her head on his chest and gazing up at her while he held her. “Just don’t drop your future wife...!!”

@imkirayourgod

[nycttophilic-a]

‘i don’t love you like i did yesterday’ (Light/Kira)

Emo Starters—Accepting!

She didn’t speak. She didn’t want to. She felt sick inside, and her boyfriend’s words only made the sinking feeling worse.

She knew why he was losing his love for her. She hated that she couldn’t do anything to stop it. If she tried to destroy that damned notebook, he would only hate her and possibly want her dead. 

It hurt so much to hear his words… But what was she expecting? Him to love her all the same? That Death Note is taking him away from me…it’s turning him into a monster… I wish I could help him, but he won’t let me..!! 

“…that’s what I was afraid you would say…”

@imkirayourgod

[belzinone]

// @imkirayourgod requires triage // ~<3

     They’re all too innocent, Bel thought to herself as she left the table of fraternity boys. Despite the dirty jokes they were making, they wouldn’t survive soiling their hands.

               Not for a second.

     Mumblings and exasperations of various undergraduate subjects filled the cafe as she waited her tables. Waiting for the right crowd to come in. She didn’t much like being there at all, waiting to prey upon the young, fresh adults that freely and unknowingly stepped onto Wallflower grounds. That was how she was expected to earn her keep for refusing to follow in her mother’s footsteps. She tried to escape their clutches before, only to be greeted with a sharpened stiletto to her throat. If not for her mother being La Eglantina, Bel wouldn’t have been allowed to leave the mansion alive.

     So there she was, recruiting young intellectuals into a cause they would never be able to escape. If only she were a little more prudent, less impulsive, had enough tolerance to play the game of life, she could’ve been one of them. She dreamed of being like her father, treating life-threatening wounds and dragging wayward souls back into the world of the living. Little did she know he also dragged those same souls back under the protection of the city underbelly, safe from the clutches of LAW.

                    Much unlike the bright would-be peers that surrounded her everyday.

                                               Then He walked in.

     “ Hello! How can I help you? “ Always casual. “ Drip coffee’s only a dollar if you use your own mug or thermos. “ She maintained her eye contact like she was trained. Not to nod good customer service, but to see into who he was. Did he have potential to deviate? Would he make a worthwhile servant? Last, could she possibly convince him? One look, and she knew. Little did she know that he knew a secret of hers as well. A harmless one, but nonetheless something she could use to drag him along to her advantage.

[nycttophilic]

Sooooo I’m writing Valentine’s Day asks, and it’s a pain to have to repeatedly copy and paste ship tags, so I’m just gonna tag drop them!!! This may take a while...lol