ATTENTION

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GIVE ME DRABBLE REQUESTS

PLEASE

I CAN'T LET MYSELF FALL ASLEEP AND MY BRAIN, SHE'S DYING

Ehm, I mean, anyone want to request some drabbles? ^^;; I will write them right now!

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THIS IS AN INDICATION TO WRITE NEURO FIC

[goyutasama.livejournal.com]

Lloyd fic, like make it all angsty and sad.

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Why do you like to see him miserable?

[goyutasama.livejournal.com]

It's fun?

HOPE THIS SATISFIES YOU

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“Hey, Mom!”

Lloyd slowed to a walk as he approached the grave, and standing in front of it, he let his hand rest on the headstone. “It’s been a long time,” he said, by way of apology. “I’ve… been up to some stuff. Lots of stuff. Good stuff.” He nodded.

She didn’t really say anything back.

That didn’t stop him from detailing his adventures of the last ten years or so—the people he’d met, the cities he’d helped, the monsters he’d beaten. His voice was rising and falling, he told the stories like he had an audience—he ignored the fact that the only response he got was the wind whistling through the clearing.

At the conclusion, he smiled. “Nice talking to you, Mom,” he said, softly.

And then he moved down the line.

“Hi, Dad,” he said, coming to a stop in front of Dirk’s marker. “I’ve been keeping up on the Dwarven Vows, just like I said I would, I say them before my dinner everyday…”

Next was Genis. “I know you wanted me to finish that book, and, well, I’ve been trying… One page a day every night I remember, and now I’m on… Well, okay, the third one…”

And Raine. “I’ve been trying to study, Professor, but, you know how it is… Did you know that there’s some animals no one’s ever seen before in Tethe’Alla? I kind of had to kill them because they try to eat people, but I bet you’d find them really interesting…”

Colette. “I— … It hasn’t really been that long, has it? There were some puppies in Luin, I thought of you when I saw them…”

He moved on, coming to a stop in front of the final grave—the one with the freshest earth but the smallest marker. Fifteen years ago, Lloyd had run out of companions to bury, and with the last of them had gone the strength to construct anything more than the simplest monument. He stood in front of it, silent for the first time in an hour, clenching his hands into fists.

And then, “Kratos.”

Kratos didn’t answer, either.

Lloyd closed his eyes. “I… I just wanted to say that I think I know how you feel, now. Everything’s changing, everyone’s gone, and I’m…” He clenched and unclenched his fists, anger and betrayal overwhelming his grief and loss. Kratos must have known, why hadn’t he told him? Why hadn’t he told him how to stop it, why hadn’t he…

Lloyd relaxed his hands, and the anger went out of him.

He sighed. “I hope you’re resting in peace, Dad.”

Re: HOPE THIS SATISFIES YOU

[yamikaosu.livejournal.com]

...you made me cry. ;_;

[regeneration.livejournal.com]

Make Dante into a robot or something. idk i'm falling asleep right now anyway. XDDD Or have him fighting a robot. I JUST WANT DANTE AND ROBOTS SOMEHOW, MAKE IT SO, NUMBER ONE.

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OH AND NEVAN SHENANIGANS ARE FINE TOO.

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Whatever the fuck these things were, they were damn quick. Not demon quick, but quick enough to be a pain in the ass when there was about a hundred and fifty of them, each of them with almost human faces and really blank eyes.

And they were nasty little fucks, too. One of them raised a clawed hand to swipe at Dante’s freaking face.

He ducked and swung Rebellion and loped that bastard’s head off, and it went down with a metallic shriek and a shower of sparks.

Dante scratched the back of his head. “That’s weird.”

He glanced up—at the one hundred and forty-nine of them left. Then he reached for the electric guitar he had strapped to his back. It vanished under his touch.

“Something wrong, sugar?”

Nevan was pressing up against his back, her arms looped lazily around his neck, her fingers tracing his collarbone. Dante didn’t shudder, even if he wanted to—her skin was chilling. “Not a big deal,” he said. “I’m just having flashbacks to the eighties, and now I have to fight the Foot.”

She didn't say anything to that, which didn't surprise him, since he knew she didn’t know what he was talking about. He wasn’t expecting her to nuzzle his neck, and he immediately stepped out of her embrace. “You wanna handle this, babe?”

She sighed. But her tone was good-natured when she said, “For you? Anything.”

A sea of electricity washed over the army, and by the time she was done there wasn’t a single robot not lying on the ground in twitching, sizzling pieces. Dante stepped over a few of the bodies, satisfied. “Nice work,” he said. Then he realized he didn’t know where she was.

He jerked around.

Her lips were on his before he even knew she was there—which was creepy as hell and bad fucking news all around. His eyes widened even as his shoulders slumped, he’d reacted a second to slow to stop her.

He sank to his knees, groaning, and when he looked up, she was grinning down at him.

“Anytime you need help, sugar, don’t hesitate to ask,” she said, fading. He felt a weight settle on his back, and when he reached up, sure enough, he felt the guitar resting there.

He got to his feet, and rolled his eyes. “Bitch.”

[pretzelcoatl.livejournal.com]

I would but I don't know how many things we have in common, show/game-wise. I haven't even gotten that far in Devil May Cry. :(

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Don't you like Bleach~?

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LADY AND TRISH AND PATTY.

CAREER DAY.

GO GO GO GO

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I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO WRITE THAT

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Patty was a cute kid, flat out adorable, but manipulative didn’t even begin to explain her—so when she asked, with a smile, there wasn’t anything they could do. No amount of refusing, explaining, even begging would dissuade her, and before they knew it, Lady and Trish were both agreeing.

Not happily, but all three of them knew it didn’t matter.

“I can’t believe this,” Lady muttered.

“You think I can?” Trish responded, but she had a wry smile on her lips, like she wasn’t quite as surprised as Lady was. She faced down the sixth grade class without showing a hint of intimidation—even if she hadn’t bothered to cover up the cleavage.

Which apparently hadn’t passed the notice of most of the boys in the classroom, who were chattering up a storm. Or the teacher, who was looking distinctly uncomfortable, standing the corner with her arms crossed.

Everyone fell silent with Patty, standing at the front of the class, cleared her throat. “This,” she said, speaking confidently, “is my Aunt Lady, and this is my Aunt Trish. And for their jobs, they—”

“Bounty hunters,” Lady interrupted.

“Damn good ones, too,” Trish added.

Patty jerked around to face them, fuming silently, and Lady’s lips twitched, because behind her the class was staring with their jaws open. “Really?” a girl at the front said. “That’s like—something in a movie.”

Patty spun back to the class. “Yes, it’s like a movie, but it’s not like that. They’re—”

Trish smoothly stepped forward and began explaining their “job” in careful detail—Trish wasn’t one for the speaking parts, generally, but she wasn’t inventing stuff on the spot, she was just editing out the bloodiest details. The distraction gave Lady a chance to put a hand on Patty’s shoulder and whisper in her ear. “Didn’t we talk about lying, Patty?” she asked.

Patty sighed. “You said it was bad, unless…”

“Hm?”

“Unless it makes things easier.”

Lady chuckled. “Good girl.”

When they turned back to the class, Patty didn’t even hesitate to follow their lead. She was a quick study, Lady noted. And what were they going to teach her next?

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ALREADY ASKED YOU

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BRITTANY HAS ASKED ME TO DO THIS. BECAUSE I KNOW HOW YOU LIKE IT BB.

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Trish looked up at the bar name with a raised eyebrow. "In Solution" was just a precursor for her to be introduced into the system. Dismounting off of her bike, she walked into the bar and found Dante, already bonded with a less reactive, those very superflous element.

Dante smirked, the lattice energy between the two of them was not strong, but it was polar enough to keep the two of them together. She flirted, her fingertips against his skin, just begging for more electrons so that she would be a more positive charge.

Trish stood behind them, her foot tapping. Dante turned around to face her, a goofy smile on his face. The lesser of the two elements faced her, their expression wry. A chemical reaction happened, exothermic heat was radiated and sparks and steam were formed when the lesser element was thrown out bond and into solution as Trish polarized her bond with Dante even more.

"I need you to fill my one electron slot." She murmured as she gained more polarity from other ion.

"Are you just going to be a spectator, babe?" Dante asked as Trish already started to pull him towards the bathroom to decrease the lattice length, but increase ionization energy.

"She'll just be cancelled out of formula." Trish commented, tossing her head back and shooting a glare at the other one. "If not, I can just cancel her out of formula."

The specator ion didn't need to be told again. They took whatever electrons they had left and left formula.

In the bathroom, Trish revealed her outer most valence shell, "Fill it, " She moaned as Dante's mouth pressed against her nipple. He pulled his own electron out and filled her electron slot.

They stood in the bathroom, creating a dispersion force from Dante banging into her so many times that they created such a polar bond that they clung to each other in the after math and Trish was completely filled.

The End.

I TOLD YOU IT WOULDN'T FIT THE PROMPT

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Two months after Mallet Island Trish walked out almost a year—without a hint, without a word, and definitely without a fucking phone call. Dante knew he didn’t have the right to feel any way about it, but not after all his stupid “you can live your own life” speeches, but a little hypocrisy never stopped him before.

He figured she was gone for good.

So, on one otherwise uneventful night, when she busted down his front door and then marched right up to his desk, she got a surprised reaction: he raised an eyebrow.

“Well,” he drawled. “Back so soon?”

“Don’t be cute,” she answered. She had a bag tossed over her shoulder; she set it down on the desk. “I think I’ll stay here for a while. It’s not half bad.”

There was a lot he wanted to say—first off, Where the hell have you been? Or maybe, How long is it gonna be this time? Or even, Get lonely out there, all on your own?

What he said was, “Whatever you want.”

The next time she vanished, it was two years later and she was gone for three, and even if it’d been her call to actually walk out the door, Dante knew the decision had been up to him. He’d been the one who’d told her that if she tried that again, she better not bother turning up again, and she’d taken him at his word. For once.

Finding her was easier than he’d thought it would be, once he bothered trying.

Trish didn’t act surprised when he sat down next to her at the bar, on an otherwise uneventful night, and ordered himself a scotch. She looked at him sideways as he took a drink, and she laughed. “Did you get lonely, all on your own?”

“Maybe.”

She stopped laughing. “Dante.”

He drained the glass. “Listen,” he said. “Come back. Or don’t, whatever. But don’t pull this.”

Trish narrowed her eyes. “You’re the one who—”

But he was already standing up, throwing down a ten-dollar bill as he did it. “I’m done,” he said. “You need anything, you know the password.”

It was a two-day ride back to Devil May Cry, and about a week before she followed him back. He wasn’t surprised, this time, to see her standing in front of her desk, her bag swung over her shoulder.

“I think I’ll stick around a while, this time,” she said, setting her things down right next to his boots.

Dante didn’t have any questions for her, this time, nothing he wanted to say. He dropped his feet on the floor and leaned forward in his chair, peering up at her. “And how long’s a while?”

She smirked. “How long have you got?”

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HEY DRABBLES

UH UMH

DO SOMETHING SYMPHONIA-Y

WITH...KRATOS

AND MITHOS

.....YEAH

TURNED OUT TO BE ABOUT KRATOS? KIND OF?

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It’d been a risk.

They’d known it, all four of them had known it, but together, they’d decided that the risks of using the exspheres were far outweighed by the potential benefits. And in three out of four cases, they’d been right. And in the last case…

The exspheres reacted… poorly to the human condition.

Kratos’ senses had fallen away, one by one, over a period of days—of course, his hadn’t even noticed until he woke up one morning without a voice. Now he’d fallen unconscious, and it was taking all of Martel’s healing powers to keep him breathing.

Mithos was watching the scene from the edge of the clearing, his arms folded around his knees. “Is he going to be alright?” he asked, miserably, and Yuan could understand how helpless the boy felt. Even Martel could only do so much, and the man’s condition was only worsening.

“I wish he wasn’t human,” Mithos muttered.

Yuan’s gaze snapped to the boy. “What did you say?”

Mithos met his glare for a moment, then he buried his face in his arms. “I said…” he trailed off.

“Kratos is human,” Yuan said, his voice low, his tone even. “Or do you wish he was not Kratos?”

The boy didn’t answer.

Yuan looked back at his wife. Sweat was beading on her forehead, her attention was entirely on her patient. He wondered what his death would do to her. He wondered what it’d do to all of them.

“I can fix it.”

Yuan glanced back at Mithos. “What?”

“The exspheres. I can fix them.” Something new had entered Mithos’ tone, something flat, something… stretched. “I can make them better. I can stop this, I can—”

Yuan took a seat on the ground next to the boy, and he put an arm around the boy’s shoulders. “There’s nothing we can do but wait.” He felt the boy tense.

And it all went out of him when Mithos to cry.

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SUPERNATURAL. SAM AND DEAN VERSUS THE GHOST TRAIN.

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DEVIL MAY CRY. NERO BUTTING IN ON LADY'S FIGHT FOR STUPID ORDER OF THE SWORD BUSINESS. BANTER AND FIGHTING OVER WHO GETS TO FIGHT THE DEMON.

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I THINK YOU SHOULD DO DANTE AND COLETTE. I MISS THEM.

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YOU KNOW, I NOTICE THAT COLETTE AND AUDRA ARE THE SAME PERSON.