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BB?!?!?!?
#squee.txt#sque3art#art#hehe#silly#procreate#sketch#illustration#beyond birthday#la bb murder case#death note beyond birthday#death note#dn#plz do not call him L HAHAHAH#IK HE LOOKS LIKE HIM BUT PLZZZZ ITS NOT L GUYS
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bb drawing breaks are good for your mental health actually
#Beyond birthday#bb#la bb murder case#death note#death note fanart#Beyond birthday fanart#The la bb murder case#asher art#bb death note
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#death note#baccalaureate babydoll's first meme#beyond birthday#la bb murder case#deathnotably originals#laughs tag
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Got some books :P
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one day i need someone to sit me down and forcefully explain to me the lore behind the LA BB murder case and everything related to that,,, bc even as a LONG time death note fan, as someone who OWNS THE BOOK COVERING THAT CASE, my brain refuses to let me read it because i simply cannot mentally process the fact that there is a real death note character called Beyond Birthday. who is a murderer who impersonates (and i assume looks like?) L. i need someone well-versed in that side of the fandom to please infodump in the replies or something so i can understand HAHAH
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ahh another watari hater!!! i’ve been meaning to ask u about ur thoughts on that man. i personally despise him for essentially kidnapping a bunch of kids and then just putting them to work in such traumatizing conditions. what i don’t understand is how he found them all and why he’s doing all this. what r u thoughts?
-nile
Hello Nile, fellow Watari hater! Good for you, fighting the good fight.
Personally I feel like as soon as you churn out more than one terrorist/mass murderer that becomes a parenting issue (though I wouldn’t call what Watari does parenting, exactly). I feel like his actions speak for themselves; even if we don’t count the extra reading material as canon the complete absence of parenting we see him do in the absolutely canon work— mainly just leaving a likely traumatized child do whatever he wants with a computer all day and allow him to get himself involved in all the murder stuff— is, if nothing else, wildly neglectful and only made worse by the fact that he was openly looking for his “son”’s replacement when he stopped working, which he apparently assumed was going to be way earlier than he or the orphanage guy.
I think it’s a Danganronpa situation where it’s just “let’s put a bunch of smart kids together and let them do whatever and see what happens” honestly. I’m sure finding the children would be a bit of a challenge, but child prodigies are usually pretty easy to pick apart from normal kids, luck exists, and in the cases of kids like A and B and probably Mello you can make any kid exceptional if you pressure them enough. Even if you aren’t exceptional being surrounded by a lot of kids who are and are always competing for attention is good motivation to hone your skills. Children seek validation, after all; if you can only get validation by having a letter name and being awesome you change your name and figure something out if you don’t want to be left in the dust. We’ve seen how the kids at Wammy house are encouraged to look up to L; get them young enough and get a good enough example and they make it or break it. Watari’s an inventor first and foremost, after all; it only makes sense for him to apply the scientific method to child rearing.
#death note#death note fandom#death note near#ryuzaki lawliet#death note lawliet#dn lawliet#death note mello#mello death note#mihael keehl#near dn#near death note#nate river#la bb murder case#beyond birthday#a death note#death note watari#watari#quillish wammy#wammy kids#wammy's house#wammy boys#l lawliet#you know if I was told I needed to live up to the greatest detective in the world I think I’d run away and murder people too#like the fact that BB’s motivation illicits a sympathetic reaction speaks for itself#matt death note#we all though they were weird#the girls at Wammy house were fucked as soon as they entered#because I bet my bottom dollar not a single person there taught them about periods#I know for a fact there was at least one girl#horrible. I hate him.
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Bitches be imagining beyond birthday covered in blood despite the fact he's CANONICALLY a clean freak
It's me, I'm bitches
#i blame the cosplayers <- says the cosplayer#death note#beyond birthday#b death note#bb death note#death note b#death note labb#la bb murders#la bb murder case#labb#labb murder cases#death note another note
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Death Note headcanon
I like to believe that A was probably an emotionally vulnerable, gentle, and extremely gifted kid, they were probably also close friends with B, and B would have tried to protect and help A to deal with their feelings. After A committed suicide that might have made B finally snap and he held it in him which triggered the L.A.B.B Murder Cases later on probably not canon but I like to think that B and A were either siblings or very very close friends (maybe Rue was A's real name, and that's why he chose the name Rue Ryuzaki?)
#beyond birthday#la bb murder case#naomi misora#A#B#rue ryuzaki#l lawliet ryuzaki#l lawilet#l death note#B deathnote#death note manga#death note#headcanon#death note headcanons
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When I saw the new Death Note series announcement I thought that man it'd be probably easier to an adaptation of LA BB, because it takes place in the United States. I then remembered the traffic light scene and also every other scene with Beyond exists. Yeah... I can get why wouldn't want to adapt that.
#netflix paying an actor to play a serial killer getting down on all fours in a spectacle that would scare a child would be funny though#i feel like an la bb adaption would have to have emperors new groove style narration from mello to work tbh#i feel like it only makes sense with the context that mello could be pulling all of this out of his ass and we'd never know the difference#death note#beyond birthday#la bb murder case#wow me not posting about twst or kuro shocking
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Beyond Birthday from Death Note: Another Note is Rabiosexual!
#death note#death note another note#beyond birthday#la bb murder case#rabiosexual#lgbtq community#mogai community#Paro
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Theres a lot more I want to make + I want to do more with this idea but... there they are painting Nny's wall together ;-; BB is just listening to nny rant :~O
perhaps.. give me more ideas to illustrate >:3 im working on a good style to draw them both in.. this is just the first
#squee.txt#sque3art#jthm#art#hehe#silly#procreate#sketch#death note#johnny the homicidal maniac#la bb murder case#beyond birthday#death note beyond birthday#crossover#im working on something better#this was just a fast idea and sketch#i havent been drawing since i graduated in december#i am rusty but expect better and cooler doodles of the two
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when the things you like don’t match ur style at all
ignore that i’m in the car lmfao i’m going on vacation
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GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS
GUESS WHAT I JUST IMPULSIVELY BOUGHT FROM MY LOCAL BOOKSTORE
AAAAAAAAAAAARGJHFVVCUIDKF
IT WAS EXPENSIVE ASF BUT SO SO WORTH IT
going feral rn
#death note#dn#death note another note#dn another note#the la bb murder cases#la bb murder cases#bb#beyond birthday
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eye for an eye
#beyond birthday#death note#he’s beyond birthday#everything aches#i despise this drawing ( i’ve made worse and comparing it to my old death note fanart makes me think this isn’t too bad )#skeleton art#death note art#death note labb#underrated character#wammy boys#wammy house#wammy’s house#los angeles la bb murder case#death note another note#deathnote art#dn#dn art#art
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Just read The LA BB murder cases, Mello´s Narration was comedic gold, and it inspired me to doodle these guys!
I based Mello's nails from a picture of Lady Gaga and I referenced Near's Dorama's outfit!
#Mello#beyond birthday#Nate river#Mihael keehl#N#M#B#L#l lawliet#death note#naomi misora#wammys house#rue ryuzaki#Raye Pember#watari#light yagami#ryuk death note#shinigami#la bb murder cases#fanart#digitar watercolor#digital art#death note fanart
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And here I was thinking that writing something on L was niche; who even read the LA BB Murder Case book? If you look up B X reader Google assumed you’re illiterate and meant to ask for L, but I can’t just not write anything after reading that. So, if you are the 1 person who was waiting for this, then I’m sorry that the only thing here is this, but here it is.
Eyes
“Can I ask you something?”
You scanned the last of his items, seriously considering quitting this stupid job where you had to deal with this anemic disgrace to humanity every other day. “What?”
“What do you think I do with all these?”
You closed your eyes. Rue Ryuzaki, the worst part of your job, had very little going for him; he was a twenty-something private investigator with no friends in a town where neither quality was becoming. He was gangly, smelled like freezer and drug-store makeup, and was just generally odd. If you had to compare him to something, you would agree with the other cashier, who charitably described him as “spidery”.
But these were not egregious sins. No, the worst thing about him was his ritual. Every two days, he would come in— no cart— walk to the back of the store, grab an armful of strawberry jam jars and start up a conversation about a seemingly random topic as you checked him out. For whatever reason, much to your dismay, he seemed to only be interested in bothering you, in making your skin crawl; nobody else had to check him out. And every time, he would take his jarm and stuff all but one of the jars into his backpack. The remaining jar, of course, needed to be accounted for. This jar, the worst jar, was popped open, its contents scooped out with his free hand and slurped off his fingers.
You were not a clean freak. If you were a clean freak, you would have quit. Still, you dreaded every time he came in, dreaded the conversations, and dreaded, most of all, his assault on both human decency and jelly. This song and dance the two of you did while you were facilitating his borderline criminality was just a preamble; he did it, you were sure, to mess with you.
“Honestly?” You sighed. “I don’t know.”
He smiled. “I’m sure you have a theory or two.”
You glared up at him. “Rue, if I seriously considered what you were doing with seven— six, discounting the one you go through— jars of jelly you go through every other day then I would have to quit. I don’t have another job lined up, so I can’t quit, so I don’t think about it.”
“I don’t believe you.” If he was at all uncomfortable, he was great at hiding it. “I think you’re saying that so you don’t have to tell me and be wrong.”
“If I don’t answer will this conversation be over?”
“Nope.” He took one of the scanned jars. “If you don’t answer I just won’t pay until you do.”
You eyed the container, heart jumping to your throat at the prospect of being so close to him as he defiled it. “Do you bake?”
“Nope.”
“That’s my guess. Pay.”
His smile only grew. “You know what?” He leaned against the counter. “The store closes in twenty minutes, right? No customers come in around now?”
“There are security cameras.” You straightened up, broadening your shoulders; in a fight, you were fairly sure you could take him. “If you try anything they’ll catch you on the cameras.”
“The suspicion is appreciated but unnecessary.” He hopped onto the counter, sitting with his legs dangling on your side. “I just want you to keep guessing.”
“What the hell—“
“Actually,” he cut you off, “I change my mind.” He pointed at you, giving what might have been a charming smile on anyone other than him. “I want you to date me.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I want you—“ he read your name tag— “to date me.”
You took a step back. “What do you mean, date? Because going out to dinner and entering a relationship are two different levels of commitment.”
He crossed his legs. “Will my answer change your answer?”
“It will affect the forcefulness of my rejection, yes.”
“Come on,” he whined. “You don’t have much time left anyway; live a little.”
“Is that a threat?”
He shook his head. “Just the facts; you’ve only got another two months before you’re gone.”
You considered running away. You were unsure if he was like a rabid dog who might follow you if you did. “That’s very specific.”
“It is.” He set his hands between his legs. “And yet I would bet my bottom dollar on it.”
“Because you’d rig the race and kill me?”
“There’s no legal way for me to answer that.”
You backed away another step. He did not follow you. “I want terms.”
“Terms?”
“Yeah,” you nodded quickly. “I want to know every detail of your great date plan before I so much as consider going anywhere with you; I’m not about to die because I went out with the jelly man.”
“Lame, but sure.” He stuck his tongue out in concentration. “Let’s see… Do you like coffee?”
You raised your eyebrows. “Coffee?”
“You’re the one that’s so suspicious!” He crossed his arms. “I suggest a perfectly normal date and you scoff at me!”
”It’s not that I don’t appreciate the effort, but I don’t trust that you’re that normal.”
“That’s just not fair.” He sighed, sitting up straighter. “But that’s okay. You’re just being tsundere; I can be the Tamaki to your Haruhi.”
“You’re just saying words now.” You rolled your eyes. “I get it now, why you’re so weird; you’re a fucking weeb.”
“Are you insinuating that Ōran Kōkō Hosuto Kurabu is a niche manga series?”
You gestured with your hand. “That’s one. What’re the other two?”
“Escape room.”
“Absolutely not.”
He looked genuinely surprised by your answer. “Why not?”
“It’s you and I locked in a room together. I’d rather die.”
“Well, there goes my third date plan.”
Your face reddened. “You are the worst.”
He shrugged. “It was worth a shot.” He spun around, hopping off the counter. “How much is it?”
You straighter out your jacket, checking the register. “Twenty-four fourth-eight,” you read. “Same as always. Cash or card?”
“Cash.” He dug into his back pocket for his bundle of twenty-dollar bills; it was a wonder to you how he was not robbed. “Can you break a fifty?”
“I can.” You started counting the difference. “If you eat out of your jar in front of me I’ll kick you.”
He sighed. “We live in a very judgemental world. Never forget that.”
“We do.” You set the change on the counter. “Scram.”
He took the money, stuffing it into his pocket. To your relief he respected your threat. “Can I ask you something else before I go?”
You checked your watch. “Sure. Make it quick.”
“When do you know when you’ve gone too far?”
You paused. “I need more context than that.”
He leaned against the counter. “I’ve been here for a while, right?”
“Sure.”
“And I moved here for a reason; because I want to be the greatest at what I do.”
You closed the register. “Sure.”
“I don’t know if what I’m doing is worth it.”
You crossed your arms. “And why’s that?”
“I’m doing something very difficult out of spite of someone else, someone I’ve dedicated my whole life to, and now that my project is almost done…” he sighed. “Now that my project is almost done, I don’t know if I’ll have anything left after it’s all over. My spite will runneth empty and I’ll be left as a meat puppet without a master.”
Your answer was simple and direct. “Then do something else.”
He chuckled. “I can’t stop,” he shook his head. “I barely remember my own name, let alone a time before this; I can’t just quit.”
“Then be a meat doll.”
“You’re mean, you know that?”
“I get to be out of work in not that long.” You pointed at him. “You’re keeping me from my freedom. You can take my advice or leave it, but I’m giving you an answer.”
He stared at you for a moment, smiled, laughed. “I know why I like you.” He leaned forward, pressing his hands against the counter. “You’re a pistol. I thought you were, but I wasn’t sure before.”
His eyes were strange. You had never noticed it before, never looked him in the eye, but now that he was so close to you, now that you were forced to, you noticed how odd his irises were. They were not round like they should be; rather, they were almost octangular, outlined in a sharp line of blood red, no thicker than a strand of hair. Never in your life had you heard of eyes having such a thing. Maybe, you supposed, that was why he bothered you so much.
“But,” he shrugged, grabbing his jars, “I won’t force you. If you aren’t interested, then you aren’t interested.”
You had no interest in him. He was not attractive in any way. But he sparked a morbid curiosity in you, a morbid curiosity that you had to indulge.
And so, at three o’clock, you met him.
#b X reader#bb X reader#la bb murder case#death note#b death note#death note X reader#death note x you#I didn’t even bother to proofread this#nobody is going to look or read this piece of shit anyway#if you do#I’m sorry for your niche tastes
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