#dagger's drabbles

[drawingdullahan]

Junior boys drabble👀👀

ask and ye shall receive

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“Why are they in here?” Lack looked at the two bickering boys who sat on the couch from where he was standing in the kitchen. They were arguing over something stupid no doubt, but Lack didn’t particularly feel like tuning in. Instead he looked to who the question was directed at.

Soudo was in the kitchen cooking for them at the moment, he was all smiles as usual and Lack figured he was tuning them out just as he was.

“Sun said that we could save on hotel costs if we all shared a room,” he said, Lack wasn’t sure if it bothered him or not.

“He knows there’s only two beds, right?” he asked, “I’m not giving up my bed for them.”

“Sun already said he would take a chair, and X is taking the couch,” Sou assured him.

“Good.”

“Happy as ever I see,” Sou sighed and set out food on the counter.

As soon as the bowls touched the countertop X and Sun were there, both hungry and ready for a good, quality meal. The argument from before had seemingly left their minds entirely and Lack wondered how they put in the energy. Watching them made him exhausted sometimes. That didn’t stop him from getting baited into arguments of his own occasionally though.

Lack sat down a seat away from them to eat his own, though Sou sat between him and Sun and started up conversation. He wasn’t really sure how he had gotten to be what they considered good friends; he wouldn’t complain though.

“We should watch a movie,” Sun said, “It’ll pass the time since there’s nothing really going on until tomorrow.”

They all agreed, but what none of them had settled on was a movie. Lack sat to the side while they all bickered until he was eventually pulled into the argument too. It wasn’t a heated one, it never got too bad between everyone, which he was a bit thankful for. He wasn’t a fan of the idea of his group breaking up unannounced.

It took them almost half an hour to decide on a movie, and even then, Sun was a bit pouty about it since it wasn’t the movie he had wanted to see. They had all compromised and done a match of rock paper scissor for it, in which X miraculously won.

Sou didn’t seem to mind much and Lack found he didn’t really care now that he thought about it. He would probably leave for bed earlier than them anyways.

Though what Lack hadn’t been counting on was that as the movie played, he seemed to be drifting off. The other three sat with him on the couch, and luckily, he had the arm of the couch to lean on, but he couldn’t really find the drive in him to actually get up and go to bed. He wouldn’t admit that he may be a bit invested in the movie.

These were both new things to him. Things he hadn’t really experienced during his time with the police. He glanced over to the other three and saw that they were all asleep. Sou was at the other end leaning on the arm like he was, and Sun and X were between them, leaning on each other snoring. An empty feeling he was use to that ate at him during this time of day usually, wasn’t there this time. He wasn’t alone.

Lack sighed, though a small smile cracked across his features, “Friends… are good I suppose,” he mumbled.

“We love you too.”

Lack heard a chuckle and glanced over quickly again. X and Sun were still asleep, but Sou had a grin on his face once again, even if his eyes were closed. Lack turned his gaze back to the movie.

“Yeah… whatever.”

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anything aitsf related since it's a game you're newly into?

You’ve got it!! I havent played very much of it yet, but please accept this lolol

I love one (1) Kaname Date and his dumb AI hamster

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“What the hell are you doing?” Date sighed at Aiba who seemed to be trying to put something together in his somnium. He couldn’t exactly move, which happened sometimes in dreams, and he didn’t feel alert enough to actually care.

“Working on something,” she replied plain and simple as usual, though that just annoyed Date a bit more.

“Mind telling me what it is?” he asked next.

“No, don’t look, its not ready yet,” she said like a child hiding a drawing from their parent, “Do something else in the meantime.”

That made him chuckle a bit. Sometimes Aiba acted like a child, and he always got a kick out of that seeing as she was an intelligent ai meant for helping a detective. For now, he turned his attention to the room in his somnium.

It was weird, but that wasn’t too out of the ordinary. A lizard hanging from the ceiling fan, the kitchen light flickering different colors. It was weird, but his sleep self couldn’t really find it in himself to mind all that much.

“Is waking up here going to be a recurring thing?” he asked.

“Correction: you are not awake.”

“You knew what I meant,” he groaned and looked around for something more interesting to focus on.

“I had you enter this state because there’s something I need to show you,” she said in a serious tone.

Date himself became very serious at that. The current case was no closer to being solved and it was putting Date and Boss through a lot of stress. He wondered if Aiba had picked up on something that he hadn’t. It would certainly help the case a lot.

“What is it?” he asked her carefully. Once again, he tried to get a peek, but she hid it. The fact that she was doing this now made him just a bit anxious. If she was going out of her way to hide it then perhaps it was something more jarring than he thought. He didn’t like the sound of that.

“Its almost done… there,” she sighed in relief and stood, turning to face him with a sheet of paper in her hands.

“What is it?” he asked, “Just show it to me, c’mon.”

She turned the paper around with the proudest look he’s ever seen on her considering she’s an ai. Where he expected to see a connected chain of killings and crimes, he instead say a poorly drawn horse. In the center of the picture all it said was “Kale” and Date didn’t even try to take a second to figure out what it was supposed to mean.

“What… the hell am I supposed to be looking at, Aiba?” Date took a deep breath.

“I’ve done research, and I think that this is what children and teenagers consider a “meme”,” she nodded, “Richard Dawkins coined the term to mean any idea that lasts among the human population. Or in other terms a unit of cultural transmission. Children nowadays, mostly teens, use the term to mean images of unique randomness that they find enjoyable enough to share with their friends. I believe that if we use this, we can become closer to the younger witnesses and clients that we find ourselves speaking to.”

“And this is you’re meme?” Date was doing his best to hold back a laugh.

“Precisely,” she nodded seriously, “Does its unique randomness not inspire laughter?”

“Oh, it does alright,” he got out before falling into a fit of laughter. Of course, he wasn’t laughing at the picture, more at the fact that she had tried.

“I see,” she grinned proudly once more, “Then I’ll be saving this to your phone for future use!”

Date wheezed a bit, “Please do, damn that’s a good laugh.”

“Then you’ll be sharing it with your friends?” she asked, a tone of hopefulness about her.

“You can count on it,” he managed to get out as he tried to let his chuckles subside.

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Esprit teaching Adult!Tod how to work a smart phone for your drabble requests! >:3

bro ur gonna make me cry i miss them so much

Here you go! Hope I got Esprit right

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Tod picked up Esprit from school like usual and was currently walking him back to their apartment. He seemed irritated though, which wasn’t normal for someone who usually just took whatever life threw at them. He was looking over an old Nokia phone in his hands and pressing buttons several times. He gave exasperated sighs and tried to get it working.

“Hey Tod, everything good?” Esprit walked with a bounce in his step and strode a few paces ahead so he could turn and walk backwards while talking with Tod.

Tod looked up to the boy for a moment, “Ah yeah kid, don’t worry. My phone is just busted is all.” He looked back to his phone and watched it power off, whispering a frustrated “damn it…” under his breath.

“That old thing? I thought it was a fossil you were carrying around,” Esprit teased with a sharp toothed and mischievous grin.

“It is old, huh? Feels almost as old as me,” Tod gave a chuckle at Esprit’s joke.

“Mhm, so…” he started in a singsong voice, “Why don’t you get a new one?”

“I was already thinking about that, this one lasted me so long that I didn’t even wonder about when it might break,” he admitted and ran a hand through his hair, he did that when he was stressed, and he knew Esprit had picked up on it.

“No smoking… remember?” the boy said quietly.

“I know, this ain’t too bad. Don’t worry, I wont break my promise,” he nodded and gave Esprit a smile to make him feel a bit better. He figured he could just get another Nokia since this one had lasted a while anyways.

“I’ll go with you to pick it out!” he said with excitement and was already dragging Tod down the road by his good hand to the cellphone store.

Tod now sat at home, holding a new phone in his hand. It wasn’t the one that he had intended at all. No, this one was a smartphone, and as cool as that sounded the poor man had no idea how to use it. He stared at the startup screen.

“How’s it working?” Esprit asked after doing some homework. He sat next to Tod with a hum.

“It ain’t got buttons, so I just touch the screen?” he asked, pressing something.

“Yeah, wait…” Esprit looked at the screen, “You’re not past the setup screen?”

“I coulda just gotten a phone like my old one,” he said, “Instead of havin’ to do all this you know.”

“Yeah but think about it, now you only need one hand to use your phone!” Esprit grinned.

Tod put on a sweet smile and looked over his bad hand at the scarring that crossed over the back and how his knuckles didn’t exactly sit right. He knew Esprit was thinking about him, and that made him happy. He supposed he didn’t mind learning a new thing or two.

“Alright, just show me how this thing works already,” he ruffled his hair with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone.

Esprit gave a grin and a nod and happily began showing him.

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Hi there! I saw you were doing Drabble requests and if okay id love to see Vanitas and Sora (as brothers) in a slice of life thing. Like maybe emo, brooding Vanitas sees his twin ranting about something? *side eyes*

Of course >;3

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"Sora... what the hell are you doing?" Vanitas asked for like the sixth time that day. And of course, like the other times, Sora didnt answer.

It was odd to see the boy who was often sickeningly bright so lost in thought. Well, not as odd as one might think, but usually he held a smile on his face as he did so.

Sora paced around the room, stepping in front of Vanitas while he was trying to watch tv over and over again. It was getting on the dark haired boy's nerves.

"Sora!" He finally shouted and his brother jumped a little finally and whipped his head around to face him.

"Can you pace somewhere that's not in the way," Vanitas drawled with a cynical look, one that never seemed to faze Sora.

"Oh! I was thinking, sorry about that," he chuckled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"About what?" Vanitas regretted asking the moment the words left his mouth. He internally groaned in despair as he watched Sora get ready for an explaination.

"Well Riku and Kairi set up a potluck dinner, and I was going to bring kabobs since that's all I know how to make, but Riku is already bringing kabobs apparently. I dont want to tell him that he cant do that so I've been thinking really hard about something else-" Sora started and after about the first two sentences Vanitas toned him out.

He was starting to think he preferred the pacing over this...

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For drabbles: Chichi Black?

Yo, I gotchu

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Zamasu had made a trip through time once. He took over Goku's body in an attempt to beat the man himself only to fail horribly in the end.

As a result of Grand Zeno's anger, Zamasu had been erased from both timelines... or perhaps that's what theyd thought.

Present Zamazu saw his future. With horror and shock he decided against another attempt to take Goku's body for his own.

But humans... they still had to pay.

Zamasu needed another body. One that could learn and grow. One that could handle his power, but at the same time keep a calm appearance towards humans. And one that would have Goku quaking where he stood.

He searched over earth when he remembered what his future self had done. He had killed Goku's wife, and his son, causing the man to use his anger as power.

But how could he do that... if the enemy was one of the ones he holds dear?

Zamasu made a stop on Mount Paozu. The body would take time adjusting to his full power, but itd be worth it in the end when Goku was brought to his knees.

He knocked and as the door open he held a wide smile.

"Hello, is there something you need?" The woman at the door asked in a pleasant tone.

"Why yes, are you Chichi?" Zamasu held a nice tone of his own for now.

"I am... are you a friend of Goku's? Could you tell him to stop training and come home, dinner is ready," she sighed exasperatedly.

"Yes, but I've come bearing gifts with my arrival," he held out a Potara earring, "This would look wonderful on you."

Chichi took it, "Oh, thank you. You know you've got a lot of manners for someone who's Goku's friend."

She put the earring on and there was a huge flash. Light filled the house, and now instead of two people standing there, there was only one.

"Mom? What's going on? Who's at the door?" Goten came to check on his mother.

"Nothing sweetie... now could you please go get your father?" Zamasu said, repeating the pleasant voice of the woman who's body he had just stolen.

Goku would never be prepared for this...

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Saw your drabbles post, got one for you: Legend of Zelda but in the style of an old Noir book. Like that one fake cover that guy drew for Twilight Princess as one... you know the one. If not I’m sure it’ll be there if you google it or something. Anyways, there it is.

Ooh i definitely like this idea, but I’m unsure about my ability to write in the noir style. Here we go!

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Ganondorf had been dealing in shady business again... being head of the mafia in Hyrule City certainly had its ups for him. At least that’s what Link supposed. Why else would anyone cause this much trouble?

Was it his past? Did something happen to make old Ganon this crooked? Link found it hard to believe that anyone could get like that for no reason.

He was a bad egg for sure, and judging by the way his lackies seemed to be acting lately something was definitely up. Their eyes were shiftier than usual, and a lot more spats of violence were cropping up around the city.

There was nothing the cops could do about it. Poor useless fools never knew what hit em the first time they tried to go after the man. That’s why they always called in Link, a world class detective. Some people called him the Hero of Hyrule, but he just did what he needed to.

Ever since Ganon had kidnapped his partner he knew that he wasn't going to give up this chase that they had going on between them. It was dangerous business, being hunted down by the mafia, but Link was gonna let Ganon know that messing with him was dangerous business in and of itself.

The day he took Zelda, Link’s partner, was the day that he would live to regret. Link was willing to do things that the cops couldn't, that’s what made him a much more efficient choice for taking down the super-boss. Cause sometimes you have to break the law to protect it.

Link snuck into the mafia, infiltrating their ranks under the code name Wolf. It was there he met Midna, a woman also looking to get back at Ganon. Her motives were a bit twisted compared to Link’s own, but having an ally in the fight never hurt anyone.

He followed Ganon like a wolf tracking prey. He waited for the right time to strike. Ganon was high on his pedestal and his lackies made it hard to work around and get close to. He was practically a shadow, rarely seen. And when he was in public he was surrounded by a multitude of guards that Link couldn't hope to take on all at once.

He began using inside information to separate Ganon’s guards from him. Gathering resources and taking them out one by one until finally he had Ganon’s attention.

“So you’re the one tippin’ off the cops, are ya Wolf?” Ganon had brought Link to his office where he had Zelda chained up in the back. She shot glares at Ganondorf, not a hint of fear on her face. That was the partner that Link remembered. He was glad to see she hadn't changed a bit.

“Funny, I used to think of you as a rival. Now you’re just a washed up old mobster,” Link took off his hat and his mask, revealing his face.

Instead of shock on that dastardly face, it held a smug look and Ganon began to laugh, “You think I didn't know, Mister Hero of Hyrule. I knew long before you ever started taking down my men. I’ve got my own source you know.”

He looked to Midna who had been standing next to Link, “Pays to have sources, doesn't it sweetheart?”

Midna had a look of guilt. One Link knew all too well. Back in his old days of crime hunting he may have been angry with her, but he knew she was doing this out of necessity rather than want.

“Game over, Hero,” Ganon pulled out a gun and pointed it at Link before pulling the trigger.