I find it really funny that he expected Ryuk to save him, especially since never even once tried to get the shinigami on his side
Y'all get sad when you watch Light's death scene?? Babes I watch his death scene when I need to cheer myself up. Feels like I'm getting vengeance for the love of my life L.
Also his death was better in the manga and by better I mean it showed his true personality (which as one YouTuber well put it -an immature child). Bro was crying and begging like a little bitch not to die and trying to convince Ryuk to kill everyone for him when he realized he'd lost and then basically told Ryuk to go fuck himself when he wouldn't do it.
In the end Light forgot that Ryuk was always just an amused spectator in this whole thing and was never really on Light's side. Light was not a hero so he didn't die like one.
Also just like narratively I love how Light spends the whole story being so smooth and smarmy and one step ahead of everyone only to go out like a little bitch.
Don't get me wrong, I love Light in the sense that he's a very well-written character but like he absolutely deserved what he got.
my favorite Nate-doesn’t-give-a-fuck moments:
“If we’re wrong, we just have to say ‘sorry’“
when he wants to make sure Mello didn’t just steer L/Kira into the SPK headquarters, so he calls to see if Light picks up and then says “wrong number” and hangs up like are u serious
Light: oh no, you have to leave your hideout before the mob kills you 😈 Near: you would say that, Kira 😒
when Aizawa gives him information and his response is basically “k thnx bye” and Aizawa gets offended and he’s like “whaaaaat. I said thanks.”
I love this little brat so much
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
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
Day 11 & 12 of Inktober 2023: Wander & Spicey Sayu and her friend wandered around and had some spicey snack.
AU where Sayu Yagami joins the SPK
A sketch for my Halloween challenge on Twitter. :D
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Hi Neil, There's something I've been wondering since i watched the third episode of the second season for the first time: What were Elspeth's thoughts on that situation? I mean, she didn't know that Crowley and Aziraphale were an angel and a demon, she just saw this redheaded guy shrink in size then grow giant and then made her promise to be good. For the rest of her life, what did she think happened there?
That sounds like something that fanfiction exists to cover.
Zim episode where Zim and Dib are assigned to debate a topic. The topic is if aliens are real. Dib has to argue against it and Zim has to argue in favor.