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Latest Posts by spicysnowflake1 - Page 9
She looks great in everything!
Inspiration â€ïž
Light is a private school weirdo and Misa is a public school weirdo and L is a homeschool weirdo
Beyond Birthday - by yuumei
updated on 28/09/2011: Artistâs tumblr a/c here.Â
Hello, could I ask for Dib and Gaz wearing sweaters please?
Siblings in sweaters! Doing Sibling Stuff (existing in the same space)
what if i did turn those anime men into lesbians? what would you do then?
baby i fall in love again come every summertime
your honour their married and thats their child
The equivalent of calling your teacher 'mom'... yes this is an excuse to draw wet cat ballister đ«Ą
Itâs crazy how little I go outside tbh. I just went outside for the first time since monday, and the only reason I went out on monday was to go to my schoolâs dnd group o_o
this took forever. i canât stop drawing this au, i donât know whatâs happenign to me
Night Sky Brim Hatââšđ
More witch hat designs inspired by the manga Witch Hat Atelier~
the whole guilt-tripping language in posts about important topics paired with how I'm still getting bitches in my notes talking about why it's actually good to tell "bad" people to kill themselves continues to prove to me that a lot of people have absolutely no concept of social justice or activism outside of assuming the worst of and then viciously attacking strangers on the internet
After Sayu manages to convince him to not become a mass murderer, she then has to talk him out of turning himself in to the police because 1) they wonât believe him and think heâs gone crazy and 2) even if he does manage to make them believe the validity of the death note, they shouldnât risk other people finding out about it.
They find a hiding place for the death note where neither of them can get access by themselves. Light eventually calms down and him and Sayu have a sleepover. He still feels really guilty about killing those two people but Sayu is with him to get through it. Five days later, sheâs still hanging around in his room when Ryuk shows up.
After the initial scare, they talk to the shinigami and Ryuk eventually tells them that Light could give up ownership of the death note and he will lose his memories. Light declines because he doesnât want to forget about his crimes. He decides that at the very least, he should live with his guilt.
Light and Sayu get used to living with Ryuk pretty quickly, with Sayu mostly the one keeping Ryuk entertained, and life goes on.
Until one day, criminals all over the world started dying of heart attacks.
Iâve seen Sayu Is Kira AU and Sayu Helps Light Be Kira AU but what about Sayu Stops Light Before He Becomes Kira AU??
having 14-15 year old anons tell me that i am âinfantilizingâ autism and that i represent it terribly despite being an adult whoâs a diagnosed autistic really says a lot about how informed they are about neurological disorders. especially when near is autistic in every fic i make and his autism isnât the center of it, sometimes i donât even think about it as itâs so normal to me to be that way.
i project my autism symptoms and how it makes me the person i am, and i am called ableist for it. as an autistic man whoâs special interests are cutesy aesthetics and experiences age regression due to autism, bpd, did, and trauma i feel that i am 100% not the ableist one here whoâs infantilizing autism.
minors shouldnât even be on our blog, our content is not made for your age group, block us instead of having a mental breakdown over my stuff. and if youâre an adult who participates in these activities here and on other peoples content i feel sorry for how immature you are with you and your gang of minors.
okay so mikalight week day 4: devotion devoted to god with dirty hands
shoutout to everyone who thought im drawing trans hatsune miku pirate everytime i post buggy the clown art
Still can't stop thinking about season 2 so here's some tiny versions of them đ„ș
It is now a fanfiction :)
Click here for the fanfic
I had the thought âthis could be a fanfictionâ
So Iâm writing it :)
I thank the person who gave me this idea
Summary: Near will beat Kira, for there was no other option. Asking the tarot cards wouldn't hurt, however.
Rating: G
Words: 3948
An expansive room, enshrouded by darkness, illuminated only by the numerous screens that covered the walls; and in the middle sat a boy, in the space the light didnât reach, in a space that would have been empty had he not been there.
A boy called Near. As white as a ghost, sitting alone in a space so big and empty, it was almost as if he was in another world where only he existed.
To an outside observer, someone who didnât understand the intricacy that was his mind, he might as well have been. He gave all the signs of someone stuck in their own little world with no regards to those around him. With eyes focused intently on the cards he was shuffling, a new deck of tarot cards that had yet to be used, over and over he shuffled them, as if nothing else mattered. Not once had he shown any sign of acknowledgement to the other people in the room; his subordinates.
Of course, the young detective saw no reason why he had to. Even though a good number of them had decided, for whatever reason, that watching him was more important than the tasks they have been given.
They were newly acquainted, after all, and none of them were truly bothering him.
The stares didnât bother him. Those havenât bothered him for a long time, not since his childhood. He wouldnât find them bothersome so long as none of them decided to entrench upon his designated work area.
His self-designated work area, undeniably, but the headquarters were designed specifically to give Near the space he needed to work as effectively as possible. That was why the desks for the employees were all placed against the walls despite the vastness of the room.
His subordinates simply havenât gotten used to the way he worked, and thus, didnât understand. That was reasonable enough to Near. Even in Wammyâs House, among other geniuses, he was considered odd.
He knew that no one else needed a personal bubble as big as his to keep their mind clear, or be in a certain contorted position to keep their mind sharp, or always have something in their hands that was anything but the case filesâor other paper documents for that matterâto stay focused. He knew that no one else who was visually capable needed to have information read to them in order for them to efficiently process the information. He knew that no one else used toys or other objects as visuals quite like he did, and he knew that they couldnât comprehend said visuals heâd constructed the same way he did, despite how obvious they were in his mind.
The way he worked was unconventional, and Near knew that. But that was the way he worked best and the results he achieved spoke for themselves. In time, everyone who worked for him would have no issues with the way he did things. Just like those that he had worked with in the past. Just like a few of the agents here. Senior members who already worked with him before he had hired the rest of the elite members for the SPK.
The Special Provision for Kira; a group he had assembled himself, consisting of FBI and CIA agents, whose objective was to stop Kira, and put an end to his so-called reign. Now all they needed was the support of the President of the United States and they would officially become an organization. Most importantly, they would have access and control to every resource they could ever need for this investigation.
Near had worked tirelessly in order to get this far and he was confident that he and his team would catch Kira in due time.
Shuffling his cards for the twenty-second time, he positioned his hands in a way that was both calculated and practiced, and loosened his grip just enough so that they all rained down in front of him, and into a pool of cards. All faced down; just the way he wanted them to.
His subordinates, all of whom have decided some time ago that watching him do what he knew they saw as childish dilly-dallying was a waste of time, once again have their eyes on him. No doubt they were alerted by the sound of his cards landing on the floor. One of them even asked a colleague what he was doing. Whether it was curiosity or apprehension or disgust, he didnât care enough to identify.
His gaze didnât leave the cards. A hand reached out towards his hair on impulse, index finger twirling a lock in a motion that spoke of habit. He contemplated his next course of action. He could use them to build a construction of patterns that would expand into a magnificent fortress or castle or whatever else he chose.
Or he could use his tarot cards as intended.
Tarot cards were an interest of his that hadnât truly surfaced until the beginning of the Kira Case. Long before that, he had chosen to study them on a whim, a knowledge sought out of boredom. It was a surprise that he found them fascinating; the foolâs journey, the different meanings of each card, the different spreads that told different things. They were nothing more than a passing amusement at the time. An interesting yet unimportant data, one of the few he had let himself indulge in. At most, he found them convenient to use as visual representations. Like his toys.
That is, until a case appeared where the most probable explanation for the murders was that it was supernatural in nature.
You can read the rest here :)
âWill I beat Kira?â
I decided to do a tarot card reading to help me with this. The question I actually asked was: Could you tell me which cards I should use for Nearâs reading of âWill I beat Kiraâ?
The cards I got are so perfect, I honestly canât believe how good it turned out!
See the reading below the cut
Heart of the Matter: Page of Pentacles
Challenge: Knight of Pentacles
Unconscious: Ten of Wands
Past: Five of Swords Reversed
Conscious: Seven of Pentacles
Future: Five of Cups Reversed
Querent: Four of Cups Reversed
Environment: Queen of Pentacles Reversed
Hopes and Fears: Ten of Pentacles
Outcome: Six of Cups