Dib Had Once Again Been Caught By Zim While Trying To Stop His Evil Plans...and GIR Wants To Feed Him

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Dib had once again been caught by Zim while trying to stop his evil plans...and GIR wants to feed him a taco.

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1 year ago

hope is a skill


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1 year ago

Death Note AU where L gets hit really hard on the head just before the Yotsuba Arc, gets amnesia, and has to effectively bullshit his way through the whole thing not telling anyone he doesn't remember anything that happened recently


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1 year ago

“Why do people like a character who’s committed war crimes but hate this other character just because they’re annoying” because it’s fiction Susan, and being annoying in fiction is a greater sin than being a supervillain, because it won’t make me want to read about them. It isn’t difficult to understand


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1 year ago

"Call me by your name, and I'll call you by mine."

"Mello,"

"Near."

"Call Me By Your Name, And I'll Call You By Mine."

Thank you @user-null for drawing this, it's amazing <3

I can't stop thinking of a Death Note AU, where Near is an exchange student and travels overseas during the summer to stay in a small town in the countryside. He barely understands the language and has to rely on a local blonde-haired man (Mello) to communicate with him and show him around the place.

They spend the summer going from strangers to friends, to eventual lovers.


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4 years ago

It’s amazing!! :D

Hello, since I'm new on tumblr, I wanted to know if anyone seeing this posts recognizes my Zim/Oc One Night Stand from AO3 :0

1 year ago

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 won’t believe him and think he’s gone crazy and 2) even if he does manage to make them believe the validity of the death note, they shouldn’t 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, she’s 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 doesn’t 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.

I’ve seen Sayu Is Kira AU and Sayu Helps Light Be Kira AU but what about Sayu Stops Light Before He Becomes Kira AU??


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1 year ago

All I can think of is Tallest Miyuki taking over a planet while in a super comfy sweater. I mean, she's the Tallest of course she can wear whatever she wants.

All I Can Think Of Is Tallest Miyuki Taking Over A Planet While In A Super Comfy Sweater. I Mean, She's

She's having a great time!


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1 year ago

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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t bother him. Those haven’t bothered him for a long time, not since his childhood. He wouldn’t 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 haven’t gotten used to the way he worked, and thus, didn’t understand. That was reasonable enough to Near. Even in Wammy’s 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 files–or other paper documents for that matter–to 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 couldn’t comprehend said visuals he’d 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 didn’t care enough to identify.

His gaze didn’t 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 hadn’t 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 fool’s 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.

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“Will I beat Kira?”

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 Near’s reading of “Will I beat Kira”?

The cards I got are so perfect, I honestly can’t believe how good it turned out!

See the reading below the cut

“Will I Beat Kira?”

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


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