The allusive L. No one has ever seen his face, heard his real voice, knows his real name. Expect for his secret lover no one knows he has, you. Hopelessly devoted to each other, the two of you are shrouded in mystery. When Kira comes along, you and L are forced to reveal yourselves to the Japanese taskforce. To their shock, you and L are the rather gloomy morbid couple and seem to be completely unfazed by the entirety of the dark case that is Kira. As the taskforce try to understand the morbid gloomy couple you are and solve the case, it's completely unknown to anyone that something non human is watching you in fascination. I bring you dear readers another L book. Ethereal was a smashing success as are my oneshot books. So, I give you yet another about our beloved detective. This one, is for the goths. ((Highkey inspired by the aadams family, so expect references. Also I drew the cover art.))

- you may have heard of dealing with the devil, but how about dealing with the deity? a dream xd x (fem)reader fic 💚 set in the dream smp AU (post-prison arc) if dream or anyone from the smp group find this story and are uncomfortable with it, please let me know! the last thing i'd want to do is to weird you guys out! tw: language, threats, much angst and panic attacks started: 12/10/21 finished: 12/12/21 art credit: @Lady_MagnoliaUwU

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.