DarkMeow (Ender_Blade)
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Dark's Drabbles by DarkMeow (Ender_Blade)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
16 May 2021
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Just little prompts and things that I may elaborate on later. Depends if I have the motivation or not, we'll see!
Heads up, this is my first public writing experiment, so I will probably be awful at it. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but please be gentle with this fragile author creature!
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A story in which you are the Armed Detective Agency's Psychologist - a job that requires a intellectual insight in the wretched, terrifying minds of Yokohama offenders. Many marvel at how easily you can talk to and understand criminals; reading them as if they were a book. Though many few know that it is a skill you had picked up many years ago - 4, to be precise.
An ordinary third-year high schooler finds herself in a predicament when she takes a reckless, unprecedented leap into the world of the rulers of the night; the most dangerous ability users in Yokohama - The Port Mafia. Join Y/N as she balances her life of normalcy and malice whilst under the wing of two of the Mafia's most exceptional executives, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya, all whilst ignoring a persistent whisper in the back of her mind, which may lead to something dangerously ominous.
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I loved this story so, so much!! Definitely read it!! Also I promise it’s a finished story.
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“Ryan.” Shane breaks off and sits down again, slides his chair closer to Ryan’s, stares him down. “God, fuck, look at me, okay, I did this. I did this, this is my case, this is mine, everything you’re talking about—”
Ryan can’t help it: he laughs. It comes out a little anxiously, but it’s a laugh all the same, because Shane can’t really expect him to buy into this, right?
And Shane looks—well, murderous is either the wrong word or the right one. “I’m not kidding.”
“You really want me to believe—”
“You entertain all possible theories, right?” Shane says, exasperated and angry, and Ryan notices it’s the first time he’s ever said that seriously. “That’s what this stupid show is—that’s what you do. So entertain this one.”
All at once, it stops being funny. Something the size of a golf ball seems to lodge itself high in Ryan’s throat. He realizes it’s alarm, fear, a caged bird thrashing against the bars inside himself. He’s waiting for Shane to break, to burst into laughter, to say it’s all a stupid joke, but it doesn’t happen.
“What the fuck,” he croaks out.