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Death Noters remember that Near is capable of aging and is currently 27 in canon. He was 12 when first introduced, 17 when he started and 18 by the time the case ended. He was 21 in the C-Kira Story and 27 in A-Kira.
Stop treating him like he's oblivious to sex as well, it's likely they learned about it at some point. Wammy's wasn't a fucking kindergarten where all they did was macaroni art and draw houses.
I like to think that Linda was super mad at Near and Mello and thats why when she was asked she was like “yes here is a drawing of their faces!” to get back at them, but she didn’t really want them to die so she drew the much younger versions of them than she actually remembers
Gevanni: You have any plans for tonight?
SPK coworker: Home, TV…
Gevanni: Well… Have fun
SPK coworker: You too *walks away*
Near: You’re gonna die alone
Happy 32nd Birthday to you, Near!
Art by the very talented Eteri Art on Twitter. Please check them out!
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I am working on a Death Note doujinshi that focuses on Matt, Mello and Near tilted Rewrite, set to release 5.16.2025! Give me a follow for updates! 🍎
Near read a lot of parenting books as a child. Why? Because reasons
linda’s being one of those crazy artist types again
IDK what this is. i just wanted to draw my precious linda
It is now a fanfiction :)
Click here for the fanfic
I had the thought “this could be a fanfiction”
So I’m writing it :)
I thank the person who gave me this idea
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.
You can read the rest here :)
“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
“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
Progress on my Near drawing~
quick near illustration for his bday. happy birthday near 💙🤖🧩
“What will happen to Sayu Yagami?”
I decided to do another tarot card reading to write a fanfiction. My full question was: Which cards should I use for Near’s reading of “what will happen to Sayu Yagami?”
Reading is below the cut:
Heart of the Matter: Five of Swords
Challenge: The Emperor
Unconscious: Ten of Wands Reversed
Past: Three of Pentacles Reversed
Conscious: The Tower Reversed
Future: The Sun Reversed
Querent: Eight of Pentacles
Environment: The Wheel of Fortune
Hopes and Fears: Page of Swords
Outcome: Knight of Wands
pov its 2019 and ur boss is wearing a cat onesie to keep himself from joining his predecessor in hell the after life. what the fuck is happening (plz click images for SORT OF better quality)
Nothing can ever make anyone too busy to find out what nightcore is >:
if the kira case didn’t happen near would have had a nightcore emo phase
Well, drawing a Death Note Pokémon AU sure as fuck ain't paying the bills but I'd be lying if I said It doesnt feel good lol.
I have no idea where this came from. Honestly, I took Adderall to clean my room, and this happened instead, but i hope someone besides me finds this entertaining, lol.
I had a whole plot in my head but forgot it already. All I got is Near is from Lavender Town, but strangely, no one else in town has ever seen or heard of him. Guess just another one of Lavender town's ghost stories...kinda weird how kids toys keep popping up on the gravestones, tho.
Bonus: Espurr was his first pokemon. He never goes inside his pokeball, and he has an insatiable hunger for violence.
This was too much fun, and I'm already in the middle of drawing Mello, so I'm hoping I can post it later today. Feel free to let me know what you guys think or if you have any ideas!
Also, work and life have had me in a chokehold for the last couple of months, so I'm sorry to everyone on here I ghosted. I'm hoping to message people back later tonight and maybe even post more headcanons, but in the meantime whatcha guys think Near would name his Espurr?
Mello: Haha, look at this loser. He wears the same clothes every day. Near: Wow, I didn't realize that you were so into me that you paid attention to my outfit every day. Mello: What? No. I'm not into you. Near: With my eyes closed, I can't even remember what I saw you wearing three seconds ago, because I don't care. Mello: Well, ah, no, I, I don't care either. Near: Then why would you remember what I wear every day? Are you obsessed with me? Can you not stop thinking about me? Are you in love with me? Mello: Stop bullying me. I feel bullied. (Source: 16 Personalities Getting BULLIED, School Bully Instantly Regrets It - Frank James)
Why would the Kira case have stopped him?
if the kira case didn’t happen near would have had a nightcore emo phase
I finally finished the lineart! (Please ignore the messed up hands. I’ll fix it when I figure out how)
With sketch:
Based on the phone call from episode 30 while taking some info liberties (Near merely asks the Japanese Task Force to call him if L #2 was ever suspected; not confirmed yet; and once Near brings it up, we hear Aizawa’s doubts). And I know that it was bias that ultimately killed L, but bias can lead to stupidity~. And I like the idea of Near just being done with the Japanese Task Force’s incompetence (which he is but is still milking them for use). So, maybe this happens underneath that cool exterior? In the manga, he’s much more smiley and beautifully troll-ish over the phone~.
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
how aboutttt sayu and near, and the prompt is mourning? (:
Sometimes, they like to pretend that their respective family members are alive and well. Sometimes, one whispers instructions to cuddle in different ways than usual- what angles that the other should mimic with their arms, what positions to fall into- and closes their eyes, using their partner to recreate the touches they're starting to forget. It's a pure kind of love, however sad around the edges; it's also a poor substitute.