@littlepxychic​ found the note.

“Ho ho ho. The best ones are th’ ones with special powers. Y’ gonna do somethin’ with that or what? I wanna see. I don’t get t’ blow stuff up often. I won’t even bug ya fer apples! Lemme see!”

@diimidium​​ found the note.

“This oughta b’ good. What now? Yer not human, aren’tcha? I can tell. It’s in yer face. And everythin’ else. Th’ hell d’ y’ need with the Note? Might as well pass it on to someone else - write yer name in it. Ho ho ho... THAT oughta b’ fun. Can y’ do anything COLDBLOODED w’ it? THAT I’ve GOTTA see.”

@yumyuck​ found the note.

“...Someone who’s already powerful got ahold of th’ Note, huh? Looks like it’s just my luck; ho ho ho. Well, I’m an optimistic guy, I make th’ most of every situation. So, let’s get this shit straight.”

“Yer gonna ACTUALLY use th’ Note, RIGHT? Shapeshiftin’ and stuff isn’t gonna help write in th’ book - and maybe it’s useless t’ you, since y’ can turn into whatever y’ kill. Yeah, I’ve been watchin’. Yer real ruthless already. Might as well find it a new owner.”

@apmeka​ found the note.

“Ho ho ho. Yer a spirited one. At this rate, yer gonna get yerself into a WHOLE lotta trouble. Don’tcha think it’d be more worthwhile t’ use my Note for your military activities? Trust me, you’d be gettin’ lots of use out of it.”

“You’d better make use o’ that Granny Smith and whatever sponsorship. Oh, and y’ gotta give me a 3DS. I’ve been lookin’ forward to th’ new Sonic game.”

“...I was in n’ apple coma. Don’t ask, ‘cause I sure s’ fuck won’t tell.”

ms. goody-two-shoes.:

“Mm, what can’t?” He inquires, resting his hand on his cheek and sneaking in from behind her. He floats in a lounging position, possible with his enormous wings that keep him afloat just barely. 

So it had been THIS type of person - a blonde woman with a heart of gold and a mind as soft as freshly washed sheets. BLEACHED too. Poor thing. She didn’t stand a fucking CHANCE. How unfortunate that SHE’D come across the Death Note.

People don’t get chosen - this one’s just chance.

“The Note? ‘Cause nah, that’s very real. Someone owned this thing before you, and many more will afterwards. Y’ get it, don’tcha? Everyone wants to OFF someone who’s wronged them. Or maybe they just wanna play GOD a little.”

Now THAT he says with experience.

“So what’re y’ gonna do? Blubber like a baby, or actually start thinkin’ ‘bout what yer gonna do with it?”

light.:

Right. 

Light considered just about everything to be out of turn considering the circumstances. Having L. on their asses certainly wasn’t helping the palpable tension in the room. And hell, if he was gonna get pissed on for trying to remind Light of the fact that he got REALLY fucked up without his fix, then what was the point in--

Focus Ryuk, FOCUS! He has the Note. AND he’s fun, so maybe do what he says just to be a nice guy? ...Right. A nice guy. Ho ho ho... Sure.

He assumes that dumb grin he often gave Light in situations such as this - the dumbfounded puppy-dog one - enough to suggest that indeed, he was Light’s insurmountable immortal pet - a god of death, reduced to THIS. 

Or so his PEERS must have thought. Eh, fuck ‘em. The hell do THEY know anyways?

“Heh heh... fair enough. Yer th' boss.” He responds easily. Light was a fucking smartass, but then again... SO WAS RYUK, minus the “smart” part. Assholes stuck together, didn’t they? Seemed about right. “Yeah. I looked. Those 60-something cameras're gone now. Looks like th' microphones are too - I mean, there’s no statick-y sounds, so that’s good, right?”

“‘Cause that’d be fucked if there were. ‘Cept I don’t think there’s any. Wouldn’t your sister or parents have found any other microphones by now? Or c’mon... YOU’D know.”

he’s got a short life...:

“Simple. ‘Cause you’ve got my Note. Betcha thought it was just a little notebook for yer screwin’ around, huh? Guess what - it’s not.”

He says this with a rather straight face - or perhaps as straight as one can get looking as he does; rarely does he emote, as often his lips are pulled into a tricky grin. A frightening grin. A HORRIFYING, TRICKSTER GRIN that could suggest a multitude of things.

Though most merely assumed it was a petrified expression that he had simply been born with. Fair enough. Maybe this kid wasn’t all that different - didn’t look HALF as put together as Light had all those years ago.

But funny enough?

This is Tokyo. The same place.

“I’m Ryuk. A Shinigami, if y’ couldn’t tell,” He begins. “So yeah, I’m a DEMON of sorts; got me there. ‘Cept... what’re y’ gonna do about it? ‘Cause I’m really curious.”

This screenshot is crappy quality but here is some proof that Ryuk is not as dumb as he looks or acts. Right here. If he has the ability to trick the Shinigami King into giving him a second Death Note, that suggests that he is actually quite the trickster, and is more fitting to be Light’s Shinigami than one may give him credit for.

I’ll expand on this later, but for now this is some fascinating shit.

semi-hiatus.

I know I made this blog like... yesterday night, but this notice is going to apply for all of my blogs. 

Starting on 9/4/17, I will be travelling to Italy to start my year abroad. I’ll be in a different time zone, a different culture, and will be learning Italian. I will likely not be able to get on very much as I did during the summer.

Basically, this means I won’t be prioritizing Tumblr and instead focusing on my studies and my own writing endeavors moreso than RP. When I DO get on, I will definitely be making use of the queue to get replies up rather than posting things. I will update my rules to reflect this change.

This may also mean I’ll drop threads without warning, completely miss ask memes I reblog, and suffer from some blog clutter. However, I’ll make sure all my blogs are clean to the best of my ability!

Finally, mutuals can find me on Discord, or alternatively at my personal Twitter; both are available by asking for them in the IMs. And of course, if neither is attractive to you, feel free to talk to me in the IMs themselves.