#okay i need to shut up. this is why gluttony is my deadly sin. this is me having not eaten anythign yethfkjda

[lettrespromises]

> LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.

> Letter object : The tamer of the flamboyant flames of passion.

> Todoroki Shouto sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

@mangosnakesandpeaches​ sent a letter :  ❝heyo! its aydudenoway, just moved to my writing account! request number 1/3 : okay okay, so ya know how people always tend to write like, dom shouto and sub reader? what about dom reader and sub shouto. like, damn as much as i like dom shouto, kinda want to see some dom reader nglll. could this be a drabble/imagine and not too too graphic NSFW? i hope this is okay! ahhh okay okay so idk if you started writing my request (dom reader) or not, but could i add onto it real quick? breathless Shouto is all im saying. im so sorryyy for this being so sudden! if you can't add it, thats okay!❞

author’s letter :  ❝dear @mangosnakesandpeaches​, thank you once more for trusting me with your ideas and letting me express through words the love i have for this man and this man only!! hot take but i do kind of feel you.... like.... shouto is low-key a sub to me (aside from pegging ofc.) anywhoopsies!!! i hope you’ll like this and i tried not to make it nsfw which was a bit confusing but?? nonetheless, i hope you’ll enjoy this promised letter.❞

Genre : Erotic but not explicit smut, fluff. (Please consider that the characters are aged up.) Warnings : Cursing, foreplay, innuendos, sexual deeds. Word count : 1.6K.

After personally handing crushing losses to many villains throughout the entire week, admiring the hint of a shy smile adorning the face of civilians torn by fear as a gleam of hope while they’re being saved, secretly glancing at the newfound scars worn as medals on the abused flesh of your skin when no one is looking, any hero would be mentally and physically drained, as if your body was just the host of vacuity. And rightfully so.

Thus came the ever so needed tradition of self-care with Shouto, this renaissance of an evening was held every Friday night ever since you both graduated from U.A. No word was needed, the sole acknowledged information of today’s date was enough for the both of you to understand that today had your name as a synonymous of self-care written all over it.

This context explains why you found yourself enveloped in Shouto’s embrace, a physical testimony of just how much he loved and cherished your presence, if you will. These oh so special Friday nights also drew a contrast with your everyday life as heroes, it was also the perfect opportunity to say (or paradoxically declare in a silent manner) just how much your presence was needed to one another as the cons of being a pro-hero weighed on your mind like the sword of Damocles. To put it more harshly, the inevitable curse of never knowing if the day you were bound to spend together would be the last represented said cons.

His arms found shelter on the area above your hipbones, and every time he would let his genetically given large palms roam on this area, he would always wonder if said area had been carved to fit perfectly the form of his hands— Shouto liked to think that perhaps this was yet another sign that you were meant to be, he always tried to find poetic parallels everywhere.

His thumbs were brushing invisible shapes on the flesh of your hips left bare by the intervention of Shouto’s hands, these brushes were anything but calculated, yes, they did respect a certain common pattern—  but each time they felt similar, they always felt new at once. The semi-random nature of his gestures were the living proof that the documentary being played on the TV was semi-interesting as well.

You, on the other one hand, were sheltered in Shouto’s warm and welcoming embrace, your head fit right in the crook of his neck, and as per usual, Todoroki found yet again another poetic parallel drawn by your jointed souls. Nonetheless, if Shouto’s stare was focused on the succession of bright lights radiating off of the TV, yours was laying on the personification of your source of happiness— your boyfriend himself. After all, wasn’t staring at him way more interesting than some documentary being played? Nothing could compare to some well-deserved ‘staring at Shouto session’, but said sessions came with the slight danger of being caught, oh well…

« Love, I believe you’re doing it again. » Shouto blurted out which made you unconsciously flinch in response.

« Doing what exactly, mhm? » Oh, the fake tone of innocence could have been heard from miles away, and it sure as hell didn’t go unknown under Shouto’s radar.

« You know what I’m hinting at— staring. » But this time, it was his turn to stare at you, it was a mutual game now.

« You’re saying that as if staring at you was illegal, I mean, looking this hot should totally be considered illegal. » Shouto’s blood rushed under your newly left comment, causing his cheeks to adopt a rosy tone.

« Y/N, I’m a pro-hero, I’m not quite sure I can be considered as a villain… Is looking a certain way truly illegal? Should I change something about my appearance? » His heterochromatic eyes found yours, and a certain desire for reassurance chimed in the way.

« Shouto, baby— of course not! You’re perfect the way you are, I was only messing around, you know? » His desire for reassurance fades away and instead, you are met with a gleam of content as you continue :

« What I meant to say was… You’re so handsome, so out of this world… » Each word leaving your lips and connecting to his eardrums was accompanied with the fitting gestures to emphasize just a bit more the comforting undertone of your speech. It all began with a swift shift of position— you were now sitting on Shouto’s lap, a crucial position which guaranteed you the upper hand of physical exchanges.

« You’re divine, Shouto… » The longer your eyes met his, the more you were secretly convinced that he was indeed out of this world, thus, you underlined this statement by tracing an invisible line from the corner of his lips to his jawline under his intrigued facial expression. An intrigued expression, perhaps, but he was begging to hear more.

« You’re have all the qualities one could dream of, don’t you? » This rhetorical question was signed with the manifestation of the presence of your lips upon the flesh of his neck, Shouto let out a gasp he ignored he was holding and tilted his head to give you more room to play with as an answer, longing for the next lines of your tirade. Instead, the soft pressures left by the pecks were replaced with biting motions, and interchanged with sucking motions at times. This newfound balance of pleasure on Shouto’s newly bruised skin was the cause of a chain reaction— first, his lips parted as if he was gasping for oxygen, he didn’t need it, it was more like a precautious deed than a clear remedy to something he needed; then, his lids closed shut, in anticipation of the bliss which was bound to course every inch of his body; eventually, a deadly sin named gluttony got the best of him and encouraged him to let his palms wander on your derrière. A bold action quickly reprimanded by a quick slapping motions on the back of his hands.

« No touching, got it? Keep your hands to yourself and maybe, just maybe I’ll reward you. » A sentence so embedded with delicious sin which became amplified under the spell of your whispers, right against the shell of his ears. There was no vocal response on his end, only a line of chills from the back of his neck to the bottom of his spine, sure, it wasn’t vocal, but it was such a sweet way to respond to the temptation.

This comment would be stating the obvious but you had the monopoly of the game, you controlled the fate of the protagonists and bent the rules your way— some would call it cheating, you’d call it having the world at your feet. An adventurous hand traveled underneath the fabric of Shouto’s shirt and, on its journey, felt the various kinds of reliefs sculpted on his body. The rock hard sensation of his abdomen against the soft flesh of your palm was one of the sweetest contrasts. Your hand followed a vertical path— first, a journey near his pectoral muscles, and a tragic fall to his growing bulge right beneath you, you couldn’t help but bow your lips into a grin which echoed to a thousand of hidden desires and beyond while Todoroki looked at you with pleading eyes.

« Aren’t you such a good boy to me? You did as I said, baby, keep going for me, yeah? » Shouto knew that the way you would pronounce each individual word was a hint to what was bound to happen, and the precise manner you moaned « good boy » near his eardrum was just a mere indicator amongst a myriad of them that you would not give up on your iron hold any time soon. Your lips eventually met his once more in a heated exchange, the advantage of the height played in your favor to assert dominance and set the done of the secret ballet between your tongues. Meanwhile, your palm was dangerously stroking the oh so growing bulge in Shouto’s underwear— and when your tongue would twist in a clockwise direction, your hand would do the opposite and vice-versa.

Shouto could feel you through all his senses— and although his lids were shut closed, this couldn’t prevent him from picturing your frame towering over him, he would always remember everything about you, even the most trivial details anyway. The gluttony in him cursed at him and screamed to touch you, but he knew better than to fall under the spell of his temptations. If he couldn’t manifest his pleasure physically, he could still do it orally— and thus a silent melody resonated in your mouth at the contact of your tongue with his. Said melody ended in the crescendo of the volume of his uneven breaths after breaking your kiss due to the lack of oxygen.

His cheeks were crimson red, his mouth was set agape to let fresh air fill his lungs again, his eyes echoed nothing but an irresistible paradox of pleading and will to continue further, his head felt dizzy under your sweet toxins which had just penetrated his mind… He was so addicted to you.

You let a smirk grow on your face in response to the aftermath of your antics, knowing very well that this was just a way to foreshadow what was bound to happen : « You’ve been so good to me, pretty boy, so, so good. Guess who’s going to have his reward now, baby? »

He knew he was going to get his reward, but at what cost?

#shouto x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #shouto todoroki #todoroki

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Hazbin Hotel OC

Hey guys!! I’m back and fully recovered for the most part but I made some new friends so I wanted to talk about my new character that I made. I love this show probably way more than I should and since Addict came out yesterday I decided to redesign my OC. 

Appearance: Estelle is a white fox demon, she has bright blue eyes like she had in life. In life she was petite and usually had to stand on a ladder in order to get something from the top shelf. It was either that or Angel had to be the one that helped her get it down for her. He was a regular in her shop since they grew up together when he accidentally hit her upside the head with a soda can after she had been thrown into the trash. She has marks on her throat from when she was gripped there harshly by her deceased mafia husband. She wears a chefs hat over her ears and is usually found working hard in the kitchen if she’s not playing cards or comforting Angel.

Death Backstory: After Angel Dust overdosed and left her behind she quickly found herself slowly sinking. Her bakery was losing clientele because her sweets had gone downhill after a rival shop opened across the road. She had lost her purpose in life. Maybe that’s why she had agreed to marry the local mafia boss in Little Italy. She had agreed to the proposal to save her shop. Even though it was the 20’s she had always been as Angel had lovingly called her “different” she didn’t get engaged by the normal sexual things. In fact, she was openly repulsed by them. Every time Angel did a sex lecture she would only listen to him partially. At first, she thought that the marriage would be fine since he still had his mistresses and she didn’t think that he would ever want sex from her. She was naive and of course he eventually got interested in it with her. She remembered a lecture that Angel had given her about consent if she had ever been forced into sex. She grabbed the closest thing that she could to his head, a lamp and just went crazy on him. Accidentally, he was murdered by her and since it was the 20’s nobody believed her when she had said the truth that he would’ve raped her if she hadn’t done anything. She was hung and sent to hell for her crimes against humanity. 

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school? Her best subjects were math, astronomy and home economics. She was always a master at figuring out puzzles so math came more easily to her than it did to most of her classmates. The stars had always fascinated her and Angel would take her to the tops of the rooftops of New York where you could see the stars for miles around. Home economics was her favorite because she could bake for a class. She had always been a lover of baking and even though not everything turned out perfectly she still found a lot of success with the artform. 

B: Do they have any allergies? She isn’t allergic to anything that she knows of. She did make a lot of sweets that were allergy friendly was one of the first to be able to do so. 

C: Can they swim well? She is an incredible swimmer; it used to be one of her favorite things when her and Angel were kids. (Of course he was a piece of shit whenever she was nervous and would give her a push forward that was his job). 

D: How do they react to being flirted with? She’s actually used to it since Angel has been jokingly flirting with her despite women not being his cup of alcohol. 

E: How are they with children? In life, Estelle had a lot of siblings she was the go to babysitter when Angel didn’t need her for anything which was rare. She loved her family even if often she wasn’t understood by them. It was a little bit trickery for a lot of people that weren’t her best friend to understand her. 

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at? If I were to label one thing that she’s really bad at it’s probably going to be directions. She gets lost really easily if she doesn’t have somebody walking around with her. Angel always had to be the more alert one of the two of them especially if it was late at night. He wouldn’t let anybody hurt his best girl not while he was around. 

G: How do they flirt? If she were to flirt it would probably be very sheepish compliments. The only person that she could ever flirt genuinely with was Angel though that might be all the couple pet names talking. 

H: What is their deadly sin? Her deadly sin would be gluttony. She has always had a really slim figure, something that her best friend has always been jealous of since her diet has a lot of sugary stuff involved. 

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?  On a scale of one to ten Estelle probably loves herself at a three. She has a lot of self doubt that manifested itself into her being a shell of who she used to be. Being forced to have sex wasn’t something that she had ever been planning to do. It wasn’t until she saw Angel again and learned that he had to go through the same thing that it suddenly dawned on her. She’s not alone, she never really has been. She’s been immensely blessed to have the most amazing best friend in the entire world. He helps get her back on her feet and gain that confidence that he’s always seen in her. 

J: What’s their sense of humour like? Her sense of humor is rather wordy. She loves puns and making jokes about the wacky antics around her. She is also super sarcastic which is a side of her that really only Angel knows well.

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them? She shuts down, it’s hard to get a reaction of anything out of her. She’s broken up inside about a lot of things that have happened to her in her life that once Angel hugs her tightly to him and tells her that everything will be okay she believes him. He’ll always have her back. It's something that she has grown to love him like a brother for. 

L: What is their favourite board game? Her favorite board game is actually anything that she can play with cards. As kids one of the first things that her and Angel started to really get into was war and the stakes were salt water taffies in their favorite flavors (He would almost always win and split them with her anyways giving her tips on how to do better next time). 

M: What is their favourite dessert? This is the hardest question in the world but if she were to have a desert island dessert it would probably be struffoli. It’s donut holes dunked in honey and powdered sugar. Her family growing up was of Italian descent and when she met Angel she fully accepted that part of her life. 

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast? Usually it’s a freshly made something that she made that morning whether it be a bagel or a croissant and a cup of hot chocolate.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out? For Angel to fully abandon her for the sake of Cherri. She has gotten used to having her around, in fact they are so different from each other that they are surprisingly close. 

P: How do they handle money? She handles money extremely well because she had to kickstart her own business because her parents wouldn’t help her out. 

Q: Are they patient? She has had to be the patient one between her and Angel for the entirety of their friendship. He is always the first to get irritated by what’s going on around him and she’s always had to be the one that pulled him back from doing something stupid. The one time she wasn’t there he overdosed and she hadn’t been able to see him in the hospital. 

R: What are their hands like? Her hands are small and usually covered with flour because it’s really hard to get her to take a break. 

S: How stealthy are they? She is not stealthy at all mostly because she’s almost always humming something under her breath. Cherri got her into 80’s music once she arrived in hell and everything changed for her after that.  

T: Where are they ticklish? She is immensely ticklish which is her curse once she arrives in hell and finds that Angel has become a spider with arms to torment her with. 

U: What’s their voice like? Her voice is usually quiet unless she gets really frustrated with something that isn’t turning out right in the oven. 

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them? The easiest way to annoy her is to pinch her cheeks. They’ve always been huge and her best friends have never let her forget it. 

W: Can they dance? She can dance, she was amazing at the charleston but her dance skills are a little bit last century as Cherri loves to tease.

X: What’s their most petty little secret? Her most petty little secret was her initial jealousy of Cherri once she arrived in hell. Mostly because she was so much like Angel and thought that she wasn’t needed anymore. 

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to? Why her husband wanted to be married to her when he could’ve had anybody that he wanted quite literally. 

Z: How do they sleep? She sleeps very rarely because she doesn’t technically need it but Angel always makes her sleep when he’s with her. She feels protected around him and trust me when I say that he isn’t letting anything get to her ever again. 

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? She does sleep with stuffed animals once she arrives in hell and Angel saw that she didn’t have any here he got her some so that she could feel more comfortable.

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? Once she arrives in hell she gets a cat companion the same day that Angel finds Fat Nuggets. 

Ask them to describe their love interest. Estelle doesn’t have a love interest. I decided to give her a found family love instead of having to force her into a romantic relationship because platonic love is just as important as romantic. 

Do they look good in red? She looks good in just about everything but she does have a flowy red top that Angel bought her that she loves

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! She would give a speech to Angel about how being broken in the same way doesn’t have to be a bad thing. They understand each other better than they ever could have when she was alive. 

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? She will always confide in her best friends first they get first priority. She will never take advice from her ex-husband or Valentino (he gets his ass kicked once she meets him) 

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themselves in three words. I would describe her as immensely kind, snarky and a lover of everything that is her best friend’s. She would describe herself as a good listener, a bit broken but still beautiful and an amazing baker but that’s things that she starts to believe after reuniting with Angel. 

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?  She empathizes with a lot of her books that she keeps in her at home library. 

What age do they most want to be right now? She mostly is happy with where she is, but she has her two best friends and who can complain about that legitimately? 

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? Spend it on something for her friends there’s not even a second thought going through her head. Her second idea is to make improvements to her shop with what’s left over. 

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? She does love romance just not the one that she got. She can be found crying every time she watches Painted Veil and Angel just hands her a box of tissues. 

Name one thing their parents taught them. Her parents weren’t around for a good percentage of her life but they did teach her that hard work is extremely important a little bit too well considering that she rarely ever takes breaks.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? They would agree with that term because she does love things that wouldn’t be loved by other people, mostly crappy B movies that she watches with Angel just to laugh at something. 

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? To her lazy days are a waste of time but she grows to love them once she becomes friends with Angel. He shows her that taking time off from constantly trying to work herself to death. Taking days where you can do nothing but laugh and joke around it’s perfectly healthy. 

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? They would probably own more cute dresses that expressed her femininity more. At the moment it’s a skirt over leggings with a cute hoodie. 

Do they like children? She does love children!! It’s just she doesn’t want to be in a relationship at the moment. 

Kissing: tongue or no tongue? At the moment she’s pretty kiss adverse except for the platonic cheek kisses that her and Angel have. 

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? She was a practicer before job interviews when she was alive and she did always study before tests too because she could never be too careful. 

What do they like that nobody else does? Hmm there isn’t really anything that I could think of to answer this question. I think that between her, Angel and Cherri they have most everything in common. 

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?  It would take a lot to eventually break up with somebody but as soon as they tried to force her into sex that was a big no-no for her. 

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? She does actually love pet names but mostly the platonic ones that her and Angie have. Sweetheart, hun, doll face, and eventually spider-babe and foxy.

Stability or novelty? Stability would be the way that would comfort her the most. 

Safety or possibility? She loves feeling safe and Angel makes her feel safer than most anybody out there. 

Talent or effort? Talent is the best way to go and she’s talented at a lot of things. 

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? Forgiveness she would forgive just about anybody except for her bastard of an ex-husband 

Would they date a fixer-upper? She would date a fixer-upper but she isn’t currently interested in seeing anybody. 

#oc #Hazbin Hotel #Angel Dust

[an-agender-disaster]

Whmptober Day 3 (Delirium)

Word Count- 1229

Characters- Remus Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders (Mentioned), Roman Sanders, Thomas Sanders

Ships- Platonic Intrulogical, Creativitwins 

Warnings- Hallucinations, Fever, Sickness, Mentions of Seven Deadly Sins

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He felt so warm, so tired.

Why were they flashing before his eyes, playing their dark, twisted game?

What was the beast making itself known, a smile so cruel, so sinister, so full of the worst pleasures, full of wrath and greed. 

Full of pride and envy. 

Full of sloth and gluttony.

Full of lust.

It’s fire only grows with his delirium, it's will growing ever stronger, consuming him, devouring and destroying his mind, heart, spirit.

Fear, lies, pride.

Everything and everyone fell before his eyes as the shadows sang out in a cacophony of voices, a crescendo with piercing screeches that consumed him, all up until one voice shattered the screams.

“Remus?”

Logan practically sank into the shadows, a man on a mission. Now that Thomas knew about the second half of Creativity, he had insisted that Remus get a small say in every new creation that was made. With evenly paced steps, Logan treks down the corridors, looking for the green and silver doorway. When he finds it, he knocks on the wood, three times in quick succession. He waits a few seconds for a response, and upon receiving none, tries again. 

Logan is a patient man. He will wait until the end of the world if it means he will not have to go through more social interaction then he must. However, if that something, or someone, where to interfere with his schedule, a perfectly planned bullet list of every second of his day, then he will carry through with his search, permission or not.

Opening the door, which was surprisingly unlocked, Logan stepped into the dark room. It truly wasn’t horrific, as most would suspect, but was instead quite clean. Of course, blood-stained weapons were scattered across the floor and a dirty bandage or two was thrown onto the desk, but most rooms had a few signs of imperfection. What was truly out of place was the flushed side who was cradled in his bedsheets on the floor rocking back and forth, his hands pressed tight on his ears. Eyes screwed shut. Sobs shaking his frame. 

That was strange. 

Different. 

Not as it should be.

“...Remus?”

It all stopped. The rocking became stillness. The sobs became silence. The hands on his ears fell. The eyes that were shut oh so tight opened.

It was so wrong.

    And so, so warm.

    Remus watched, eyes glassy as the world fell out from under him. His hands were shaking as the beast fled from the light in front of them both, dissipating like the smoke it formed from. The cold touch of the light is gentle on his forehead, a breeze as it winds through his hair. It was helping to ground him in reality as his eyes began to wander around, what he now saw was, his room as the hands held him tight. Pulling back the blankets that he had perceived as binds, Remus focuses in on the man in front of him.

Logan?

“Wh… what are you-” Remus starts speaking, voice slurring.

Logan retracts one hand and summons a thermometer. “Open.” he commands, holding it close to the other side’s mouth. When Remus does as he is told, Logan puts it under his tongue, causing Remus to close. He knows what to do as well as anybody else. The thermometer beeps, letting Logan know to take it out. Looking down at the temperature on it, his eyebrows quirk up a small bit.

“You are 103 degrees Fahrenheit, which shouldn’t be passable. As sides, we cannot get sick, therefore I will need to lo-”

“Yeah we can.” Remus cuts him off.

“Bu-”

“Maybe you can’t, but us Dark Sides have always been able to.” when he is greeted with a curious expression, Remus continues, “You can’t tell me that you’ve never noticed the times that Virgil would go missing for days at a time, refusing to leave his room no matter what, but never letting anybody in? Or when Dee locks himself in, and you can practically see the heat rising from under the door? We can. You can’t.”

Logan was stunned into silence. How many times did he never bother to look for a missing Dark Side? How many times had he ignored Virgil, Deceit, or Remus for those days when they would go missing. How often did he never care, or sum it up to them being reclusive?

How?

“Don’t think it’s your fault.” Remus says, seemingly reading Logan’s mind, “Just because you’re supposed to keep an eye out for changes in patterns doesn’t mean you’ll always find them.” Remus leans into the logical side, energy low from the fever. “You can’t always notice this sort of stuff.”

“You do not understand, Remus,” Logan begins as Remus curls into him more, “It is my job to be perceptive, and to notice these discrepancies. If I cannot do that then…” Logan trails off, eyes glued to the wall, “...then what am I to Thomas?”

“Well, if it takes one Creativity to do the job of two, then what am I to Thomas too, hmm?” Remus says, the slur never leaving his voice as he wraps his arms around Logan’s tourso, “We could go ‘round in this circle all day, Lo, but it won’t get us anywhere.”

“Hmm,” Logan cradles Remus’s head in his hands, “I suppose you are correct.”

The two stay in that position for the next minute, the cold and the warm. They stay together until Logan stands up and helps Remus to his bed. “You need to sleep, you know.”

“Ugh, fine.” Remus contemplates his next words, then says, “Tell Roman that I need his help with something, and that he needs to come to my room. He’ll know what to do.”

“Roman knew before me?”

“We’re brothers. We know when something’s wrong.”

“What about Thomas?” Logan crosses his arms, “I came here to find you for a brainstorming session, so I do not think he will take that as an explanation.”

“Roman’ll make something up for me later.” Remus waves his hand, as if literally brushing away the question, “Now get outta here, okay. You come in here for too long and Dee will think your up to something.” Remus winks, making Logan immediately uncomfortable.

“I am more than happy to do just that.” Logan says, sinking out of the room. 

When he rises up, now back in Thomas’s living room, he begins to recite, “Roman, Remus is currently preoccupied, but would like some help with something. He would not clarify what exactly it was.”

A flash of fear shone in Roman’s eyes, but he quickly concealed it. “Very well, then. I suppose we should cut this short, anyways. Get some rest Thomas.”

“But what about-” Thomas begins.

“We don’t want you to burn yourself out, right?” Roman interjects as he sinks out. Logan nods to acknowledge Thomas, then sinks out with Roman. 

When they rise up, they both had the same idea. The Darkscape. Roman’s face flashes from stony to fearful upon seeing Logan, then to anger, “What are you doing here?”

“The same as you, I am sure. Remus told me.”

“Oh…” they both look at each other, until Roman breaks the silence, “Well I guess we should get to him.”

“Yes, we should.” And so they both walked up to the green-silver door, in step with the other side.

#creativitwins #intrulogical #whumptober #whumptober day 3 #no.3 #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #ts logan #ts roman #ts remus #thomas sanders fanfiction #thomas sanders fanfic #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #ts #ts fanfiction #ts fanfic #tw remus #tw hallucinations #tw seven deadly sins #tw fever #tw sick #tw sickness

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Cheryl//Meddling

Request: Kind of an odd request, but Scooby-Doo AU one-shot with established couples Varchie, Bughead, and Cheryl x female reader. It has nothing to do with the show’s plot. Archie is the leader and trap maker. Veronica is the danger prone damsel in distress. Betty, Cheryl, and reader are the geniuses who decipher the clues. Jughead is a food obsessed coward and serves as bait for Archie’s traps with his dog Hot Dog, who can talk for some unexplained reason and has Scooby’s famous speech impediment

“Have you read the newspaper today?” Betty asked as she sat down at your usual table in the library. You were all supposed to meet here to do your homework together but right now it was only you and Cheryl. Jughead was eating like usual, Veronica was reading a magazine, Archie was nowhere to be seen and Betty had only now just walked in.

“Nobody ever reads the newspaper anymore. Everything’s online now.” Jughead replied making you all laugh. 

“Shut up Jughead. Don’t you have a burger to be eating?” She replied before returning to the rest of you. 

“We haven’t read the newspaper today. Whats happening?” You asked and Cheryl squeezed your hand. Betty smiled excitedly and put the paper on the table. 

Local teens catch the ‘black hood’ 

The title read and you all smiled. 

“I can’t believe it was the janitor terrorizing the town.” Veronica shook her head as she re-applied her makeup. 

“You doing that for Archie?” Cheryl teased and Veronica rolled her eyes. 

“Shut up.” 

“How’s Hotdog?” You asked Jughead who was stuffing his face with food. 

“Still upset.” He replied while he chewed. 

“That is disgusting.” Betty complained. 

“You should finish eating before you talk to someone.” Veronica added, just as disgusted. 

“What do you want me to do? Y/n asked me a question. Its rude to ignore people.” He argued and Betty and Veronica rolled their eyes while you laughed. Cheryl was flipping through the newspaper while you and Jughead continued the conversation. “Like I was saying. He’s still upset because we were used as bait. Again.” 

“I’m sure he’ll get over it.” You reassured him and he smiled. 

“Yeah. I suppose.” He shrugged before continuing to eat. 

“Betty?” Cheryl asked concerned. 

“Yeah?” 

“Where did you get the newspaper from?” 

“It was wedged in my locker.” She shrugged. 

“And you didn’t think that was a little bit odd?” 

“Its Riverdale. Everything’s odd.” She replied. “Why?” She asked worried. All of you had your attention on Cheryl. 

“Whats wrong babe?” You asked. 

“It isn’t over.” She said quietly. 

“What do you mean?” Jughead asked nervously. He’d put his food down and made his way round the table so he could see what you were looking at. 

“Look.” She pointed the article about the ‘black hood’. “The first letter of every paragraph spells ‘its not over’.” 

“That could just be a coincidence.” Veronica suggested. 

“There’s no such thing as a coincidence.” You, Cheryl and Betty said at the same time. All five of you were reading the article over and over again, trying to find anything else. 

“Why you all hunched over a newspaper? Haven’t you ever heard of the internet?” Archie asked making all five of you jump. “Okay? Whats up?” He asked. 

“Look.” Betty pointed to the newspaper. 

“Its not over.” He read aloud. “Is this from the black hood article?” 

“Yep.” You nodded. 

“Great.” He sighed.  

“What are we going to do?” Veronica asked, moving closer to Archie.

“We’re just gonna have to figure it out. Again.” You said and they nodded. “My parents won’t be home til late tonight. You can all come round and we can see if there’s anything else. You never know, if this is in here.” You pointed to the newspaper. “There could be more clues in it.” 

“Okay. We’ll meet at Y/n’s at 6.” Archie decided and the rest of you nodded. 

“Do all of us have to be there? Won’t it be better if its just you guys?” Jughead asked anxiously. 

“Yes.” You replied. 

“All of us have to be there.” Cheryl added. 

“Fine.” He grumbled. “Hotdog is not going to be happy about this.” He finished with a sigh. 

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“Okay, what do we know about the Black Hood?” Archie asked. Everyone was gathered at your house. You and Cheryl had gone straight after school and had gone through the newspaper to see if there was any more clues. Once everyone else had arrived you decided to try a new approach. 

“They say they want to cleanse the town of sin.” Veronica replied and Archie smiled at her. 

“What’s a sin though?” Jughead asked. 

“If we’re talking biblical, literally anything. Anybody in this town could be next.” You sighed. 

“Technically me and Y/n are sinning just by being together.” Cheryl added and looked at you sadly. You squeezed her hand and gave a reassuring smile. You knew she had been worrying about the black hood.

“We need a plan.” Archie decided. 

“We could think about it literally.” Betty suggested and you all looked at her. “What are the 7 deadly sins?” She asked. 

“Errr.” Jughead started and you rolled your eyes. 

“Pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth.” You told her. 

“Yeah, I have no idea what any of those words mean.” Jughead replied. 

“You don’t know what ‘and’ means?” Archie asked sarcastically and you laughed, including Hot Dog. 

“Like you know what any of those words mean.” He replied and glared at Hot Dog.

“We all know that both of you know what greed means.” Veronica rolled her eyes. 

“Anywayyy. We’re getting away from ourselves.” Betty interrupted. “So, when the black hood first started terrorizing the town they said they wanted to cleanse the town of sin. If they are still out there then thats means they still want to get rid of the towns sins right?” 

“The most logical way to do this would be to start with the 7 deadly sins.” You added and she smiled at you. 

“So, all we need to do is figure out who is guilty of any of the sins and then they’ll be next?” Jughead asked. 

“No.” You, Betty and Cheryl replied at the same time. 

“Everyone in the town is guilty of probably every single one of them sins. We need someone to pretend they are so we can catch the real black hood.” Cheryl said with a smile. All of you looked at Jughead and Hot Dog with smiles on your face. 

“No! No way. We are not being your bait.” Jughead stood up and started to back away from you all. “Not again.” 

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this again.” Jughead sighed. He looked around the abandoned house you were all hiding in. It had been a few days after you had been at your house and Betty had continued to get the newspaper shoved in her locker. The black hood was trying to send a message. There had been a secret message in the articles about the black hood, that spelt out where and what time to meet. 

“Its your fault.” Hot Dog muttered. 

“Is not!” He argued. 

“Is too!” 

“Shut up!” You whisper shouted from where you were hiding. 

“You’re gonna ruin it!” Cheryl added. 

“Everybody shut up. I think they’re here.” Archie shushed you all.

You all waited in silence for them, however you were distracted when you heard a loud pitched scream. 

“Veronica!” Archie shouted and ran towards the sound. 

“Archie!” You called after him. “Come back!” 

“Its not safe!” Betty added and started to run after him. 

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered and got out of your hiding position. You helped Cheryl and made your way towards the noise. Jughead and Hot Dog followed sheepishly behind you. You turned the corner and sighed. The black hood had his arm around Veronica’s neck, and Archie and Betty were stood beside him with their hands up if surrender.

“Great! The gang’s here!” The black hood said excitedly. His black balaclava sent you even more on edge than you were so you grabbed Cheryls hand. 

“Let her go.” You told him.

“Sorry.” Veronica mouthed and you nodded your head. 

“No. I’m still cleansing.” 

“And you need her to do that? Listen, I know you’re weird but I didn’t think you were that weird.” Archie replied and the black hood took a gun out of his pocket, pointing it at Archie and Betty he then gripped Veronica tighter and you moved further towards him. 

“Just let her go.” Cheryl repeated and he laughed coldly. “Please.” 

“Like I said, I’m cleansing the town. And this group is full of sin.” 

“Like what?” Veronica asked offended. “Ow!” She shrieked when he gripped her tighter again. 

“Well, like dear Betty said, the seven deadly sins. Lets see. Who should we started with?” 

“Why do villains always like theatrics. Get to the point.” You rolled your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Cheryl whispered. 

“Don’t wind him up!” Jughead added. 

“Betty here, is envy.” 

“Envy?” You all asked. 

“We all know she’s jealous. She thinks Veronica is prettier than her.” He replied and you all looked at Betty. 

“Betty? You’re beautiful.” You, Cheryl and Jughead said at the same time. 

“I think you’re prettier than me.” Veronica looked at her sadly. 

“Sorry.” She mumbled. 

“Please. Shut up all of you. You’re about to die.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Veronica, you’re pride.” 

“Hey. There’s nothing wrong with having pride in your appearance.” She argued. 

“I don’t think thats entirely it.” Betty replied. 

“Y/n and Cheryl. Do I really need to say what yours is?” 

“Being gay isn’t part of the 7 deadly sins. Everybody knows that.” Cheryl replied. 

“And even if it was. I like living my sinful life.” You added and Cheryl nodded. 

“How sweet. Love’s young dream. Shame you’s are gonna die.” 

“Mr Black Hood man?” Cheryl asked and you smiled to yourself at how cute your girlfriend was even when she was talking to a mass murderer.

“What?” 

“You’re flys down.” She nodded towards his crouch. Once he was distracted you motioned to Veronica and she kicked him in the crotch.

“FUCK!” He shouted, letting go of Veronica. She stumbled towards Betty and she caught her while Archie tied him up. 

“Where’d you get that rope from?” Betty asked. 

“I always carry spare rope.” 

“Why?” Jughead asked. 

“Just in case stuff like this happens.” 

“Oh.” He nodded. 

“Now.” Archie started, pushing the man on to an old chair. “Lets see who the black hood actually is.” He took the balaclava off him and your eyes widened. 

“Old man Cooper!?” You all exclaimed.

“But, you’re our neighbour.” Archie gasped.

“Yeah. You help my mum out with the shopping.” Betty sighed.

And you help my nan out when she needs odd jobs doing around the house.” You added and Cheryl placed her arm around you.

“But why?” Veronica asked.

“Because this town is full of sin. Everybody has sinned in this town, we need to start again. The only way to do that is to cleanse it of sin.” He snarled.

“You really need to get a hobby.” You mumbled and he glared at you.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of hobbies he can do in jail.” Archie replied and dragged him towards the waiting police.

“Byeeee.” Veronica waved him off.

“I can’t believe that he thought murdering people would cleanse the town of sin.” Jughead shook his head.

“Really, its adding more sin to the town.” You added and they laughed bitterly.

“I would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” He shouted as he was pushed into the police car.

“Well thats rude.” Cheryl said offended.

“We do not meddle!” You shouted back.

“We investigate!” Betty added.

“Yeah.” The rest of you agreed.

“And you’re stupid dog too.” He shouted again.

“Thats just plain mean.” Veronica tutted.

“You’re not stupid Hot Dog.” You reassured him.

“Hot Dog?” Archie asked.

“Yeah?”

“What are you eating?”

“Pizza.”

“We didn’t get any pizza. We’ve been in this house for the majority of the evening.” You said worried.

“Where’d you get it?” Betty asked.

“Errr. The floor.”

“Ewwww.” Veronica squealed in disgust.

“Thats gross.” You laughed.

“What do you expect? He is a dog.” Jughead defended.

“But you’re not.” Cheryl replied and pointed to the pizza slice in his hand.

“Shut up.” He hid the slice behind his back. “What do you expect? We haven’t eaten in like…two hours.”

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“Have you heard? Jughead asked as he approached the five of you. 

“Heard what?” Betty asked, pulling her attention away from the homework you were all doing. 

“About the Gargoyle King?” 

“The who now?” You replied confused. 

“The Gargoyle King.” He repeated. “He looks like a big tree and he haunts your dreams.” 

“If he haunts your dreams and looks like a big tree, why don’t you just take a hedge trimmer to bed?” You asked and everyone laughed apart from Jughead. 

“Ha. Ha.” He deadpanned. 

“Are you sure its haunting people’s dreams or is that something you’ve heard and then exaggerated?” Cheryl asked and Jughead remained silent. 

“Apparently it hangs around in the forest with its following of people who worship it. Whatever it is, it tries to coax teenagers into doing dangerous things.” You explained. 

“How’d you find that out?” Jughead asked.

“Googled it.” You shrugged. “There’s loads of articles online about teenagers ‘worshipping’ the ‘gargoyle king’. They then go into the forest and are never seen again.” 

“Well that’s not good.” Veronica mumbled and you all nodded in agreement. 

“Why haven’t we heard of this? Loads of these kids went to school here.” Cheryl asked, reading over your shoulder.

“We have.” Betty replied, now looking at her own phone. “We’ve heard of the gargoyle king. The urban legend. He lures teens into the woods and they are never seen again.” 

“Oh yeah. My dad always told me about that. He would tell me never go into the woods with anyone under any circumstances. I think he only told me that so I wouldn’t go with any boys.” You laughed. 

“No chance of that happening.” Cheryl teased and kissed your cheek. 

“We’ve also heard of the teens that have gone missing. We just never connected them. I think Kevin knew one of them.” Betty continued. 

“Joaquin.” Cheryl said sadly. 

“Maybe we should talk to him. Find out if he knows anything.” You suggested. 

“Me and you can do that if you want? It is lunch after all.” Veronica asked you and you nodded.

“Me and Betty will try and find more on the gargoyle king.” Cheryl said and kissed your cheek. 

“I’ll go talk to some people. See if anyone knows anything else.” Archie said and you all began to split up. 

“What about me?!” Jughead called after you all. 

“Do you wanna help any of us?” Betty asked and he shrugged. 

“Do you wanna eat?” You asked. 

“Always.” He replied with a smile.

“Try and come up with a plan for afterwards.” Veronica called after him as he walked towards the lunch hall. 

“You all know thats not gonna happen.” He replied and you all laughed. 

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“So you knew Joaquin?” Veronica asked and Kevin nodded sadly. “Can I ask how well?” 

“They were sleeping together V.” You whispered and she nodded. 

“Oh. Sorry.” She apologized. 

��Its fine.” He shrugged. 

“Do you know anything about the gargoyle king?” You asked. 

“Just the general stories that everyone knows.” He replied. “And what Joaquin told me.” 

“What did Joaquin tell you?” Veronica asked. 

“Well, do you know Ben and Dilton?” He started and you both nodded. “One day, Joaquin overheard them talking about the gargoyle king in Pops. He asked them what they were talking about because they sounded quite panicked and he was worried about them. They told him that they had been researching him because their friend Ethel had gone missing after trying to find him.” 

“Yeah?” You and Veronica asked, leaning closer to him. 

“A few weeks had passed and Joaquin had decided to help them. A few of his friends had gone missing in the forest so he understood what they were going through. He became more and more obsessed with it as the weeks went on. He wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep. Would constantly be coming up with different theories about it. The only thing he would talk about would be the gargoyle king. And then one day I went to his because we were supposed to be having a date. When I got there, it was empty. I was worried about him because he promised he would be there so I looked around to see if I could find where he had gone and on his bed was an invitation.” 

“An invitation?” Veronica repeated. 

“For what?” You asked. 

“To meet the gargoyle king.” He replied and you and Veronica gasped. 

“What happened next?” You both asked. 

“I checked the invite and they were meeting right then. I tried to stop him but by the time I got to the forest it was too late. Someone had been walking their dog just outside the forest, they had thrown the dogs toy in the forest so the dog went in to get it. However the dog didn’t return with its toy, instead it came back with a bloody t-shirt. The owner called the police and by the time I got there it had already been cordoned off and the police were starting their investigation.” He finished and you both sighed. “As soon as I got there I could sense that he was gone.” 

“We’re so sorry.” Veronica said sympathetically and you nodded, patting his shoulder lightly. 

“If you don’t mind me asking...” You started cautiously. 

“Y/n?” Veronica asked warily. 

“How do you know Joaquin actually went in?” 

“Y/n?” Veronica gasped. 

“I’m really sorry. I am, but how did you know he went in. You never actually saw him go in.” 

“I didn’t have to. I saw the bloody t-shirt the dog had found. It was the one I had bought for Joaquin’s birthday the previous week.” He explained sadly. 

“Oh.” You sighed. “Sorry.” 

“Its fine. I’m glad I could help.” He forced a smile. 

“Again, we’re sorry.” You repeated.

“For everything.” Veronica added. 

“If you ever need to talk to someone. We’re here for you. Whenever you need us.” You reassured him.

“Thanks. Just telling someone has made me feel a bit better.” He replied and you both nodded. You and Veronica started to walk out the library but you held back. 

“Kevin?” You asked. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you still have that invite?” 

“Yeah.” He replied. “I’ll give you it later.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and started to walk out. 

“Y/n?” He asked and you turned around. 

“Yep?” 

“Be careful.”  

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“Hey guys.” Cheryl smiled as she walked into your house.

“Hey.” Everyone mumbled and glanced up from what they were doing.

“Sorry I’m late.” She apologized. “I had homework.”

“Its fine.” Archie shrugged.

“We haven’t really been doing that much.” Betty added.

“Jughead and Hot Dog aren’t even here yet.” You motioned to the amount of food you still had.

“What have you guys been doing?” She asked and sat beside you.

“Well, I’ve been looking at the invitation Joaquin got. Its fascinating. I know the gargoyle king is evil and all but he is remarkably good at calligraphy.” You complimented and she laughed.

“Me and Betty have been helping Archie go over what other people said about the gargoyle king to see if there’s any similarities.” Veronica smiled.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked.

“You can kiss me.” You suggested and she giggled.

“Gladly.” She replied and kissed you.

“Hey guys!!!” Jughead shouted as he walked through the door.

“Its a good job my parents aren’t in.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed. Hot Dog followed him in soon after and started to sniff the air. “Foods over there guys.” You pointed to the breakfast bar without even looking up.

“Thanks.” They both said at the same time and made their way over.

“You got one too?” Jughead asked, stopping in front of you.

“One what?”

“An invitation.” He pointed to the invite on the table.

“You got one of these?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah! It was on my bed when I got home yesterday.” He smiled before going to get some food.

“This is bad.” You stated and they nodded.

“Jughead. What date does it say on the invite?” Betty asked.

“The 23rd.” He replied.

“Thats the day after prom.”

“You would think if you were going to try and get teens to do stupid things, prom would be the ideal day.” Veronica wondered.

“You don’t need the gargoyle king to get teens to do stupid things on prom.” You mumbled.

“Why invite Jughead? Why not us?” You asked.

“Well. I suppose he’s more impressionable.” Cheryl suggested and you all looked at him and Hot Dog.

“I know you’re talking about me.” He said.

“Sorry.” You all apologized.

“Meh. Its fine.” He shrugged before going back to eating.

“Jughead?” Archie asked.

“Yeah?” He asked whilst crunching a mouthful of Pringles.

“Don’t go to meet the gargoyle king.”

“I wasn’t going to any way. He doesn’t seem that fun to hang out with. Not like you guys.”

“Awww.”

“Actually.” You started. “This could work in our favour.”

“I think I’m getting a plan.” Archie smiled.

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“Awww. You look beautiful. Purple really is your colour.” You complimented Veronica and she twirled on the spot.

“Hey guys.” Archie greeted the group.

“Don’t you look handsome.” Betty teased.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Jughead asked through a mouthful of burger.

“The buffet table isn’t even open yet. Where did you get that from?” Betty asked disgusted.

“Went to Pops before hand.” He shrugged. “Now, back to my question. What are you wearing?”

“A suit.” Archie replied confused.

“What are you wearing?” You asked and pointed to the coat he was wearing.

“Jeans and a t-shirt.” He shrugged and unbuttoned his coat. Betty and Veronica rolled their eyes and the rest of you laughed.

“You do know where we are right?” Betty asked.

“The school.” He replied and she huffed.

“I think she meant the event.” Cheryl corrected.

“Ohhh. Thats easy!” He smiled. “Its a party!” He said excitedly and Betty groaned.

“No!” Betty started annoyed.

“Its…” Veronica interrupted. “Its the Spring Formal Dance.”

“Oh. I knew that.” He replied.

“Really?” The five of you asked.

“Yeah. Thats why I brought a tie.” He replied happily and held a tie up.

“You’re supposed to wear that.” Archie pointed to it.

“I know. But I didn’t think it went with this t-shirt.”

“Jesus Christ.” Betty mumbled.

“Swiftly moving on.” You changed the subject.

“Why do you have a purple tie on?” Cheryl asked Archie.

“Wait.” You squealed. “Are you going together?” You looked between Veronica and Archie with a bright smile. Both of them nodded shyly and you squealed louder. “You guys are so cute!”

“He asked me the other day.” Veronica blushed and you all smiled. 

“I knew you’s two would get together. It was only a matter of time!” Betty smiled at them. 

“Lets dance!” Cheryl grabbed your hand and spun you around making you squeal. “Have I told you, that you are the most beautiful girl here and that I love you more than anything. I adore you.” She smiled at you and you blushed.

“I love you too.” You replied and she spun you around again. “You look perfect.” You complimented her. “You really do take my breath away.” You added and kissed her sweetly.

“Miss Lodge, will you dance with me?” Archie held his hand out to Veronica.

“I would love to Mr Andrews.” She smiled and grabbed his hand. Betty and Jughead stood beside each other awkwardly.

“Don’t forget to keep a look out for you know who!” Cheryl shouted at the rest of the gang.

“Voldemort?” Jughead asked confused.

“No!” You all replied.

“Tree man!” You told him.

“Ohhh.” He replied. “Do you wanna dance?” Jughead asked nervously, turning his attention to Betty.  

“You wanna dance with me?” Betty asked.

“Of course. You look amazing.” He complimented and she blushed. “Plus, we’re the only ones left. We look kinda sad just stood here.” He added, and Betty’s smile turned into a frown.

“Screw you Jones.” She muttered and stormed away.

“What did I do?” He asked himself.

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“Betty?” Jughead asked. You had all sat down for a bit to take a break from dancing and so you could eat. 

“Yes?” She asked annoyed.

“What exactly have I done that has annoyed you?” 

“What have you done?” She repeated loudly and the rest of you looked at them. 

“Yeah? I just asked that.” 

“You asked me to dance with you because we were the only ones left.” She said angrily and you all sighed. 

“It was a valid point. We did look kinda sad just standing there.” He argued. “But I did think you looked pretty.” He added. 

“Sure you did.” She sighed and crossed her arms. She turned her attention away from the Jughead, instead focusing on the couples dancing. 

“Go on.” You nodded your head towards Betty but Jughead just shrugged. 

“Just kiss already. We all know you like each other.” Veronica teased. 

“I do not like him! He’s an idiot.” Betty exclaimed.

“And I don’t like her. She’s a nerd!” He argued and Betty gasped offended.

“Betty we all know, for some reason that you like Betty. And Jughead, we all know that you like Betty. I mean how couldn’t you.” You winked at Betty and she laughed.

“So. Why don’t you ask her to dance?” Archie asked. 

“And not just because you’re the only ones left.” Cheryl added. 

“Fine.” He took a deep breath and faced Betty. “Do you wanna dance?” He asked and held his hand out to her. 

“Fine.” She agreed, but you could tell she was trying to to smile. He pulled her up from the chair and they walked towards the dance floor. 

“Thank god for that.” Cheryl mumbled. 

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“Okay. I’m in a dark scary forest, trying to find a scary tree man that is probably going to kill me. This is fun. This is normal. This is great.” Jughead mumbled to himself. After prom you had decided to go back to yours (like usual) to go over the plan for the next night. You may have left out the bit about Jughead going into the forest alone though. “Tree man?” He asked. “I got your invitation. Are you having a tea party or is it a buffet situation because I have had a lot to eat already?” He rambled and looked around the forest. He turned around and screamed at the sight of the gargoyle king in front of him. “But thats okay. I’m sure I’ll be able to eat.” He laughed nervously. “You know tea parties are usually a lot more fun when there’s more than two people.” He added and the gargoyle king moved towards him. “Or not. I get it. More food for you. I get that. Sooooo.” What are we doing here?” 

“King. I found these lurking by the woods.” Two men dragged you, Cheryl, Veronica and Archie with them. “I think they were spying.” They threw you to the ground and you groaned. 

“Could you be a bit gentler next time?” Veronica asked sarcastically. “Do you know how much this outfit cost?”

“Shut up.” One of them spat. 

“Wait. I know you! You’re Dilton. Was the boy scouts just not exciting anymore?” You asked. 

“He said shut up.” The other one said. 

“Joaquin?” Cheryl asked. 

“Why Joaquin? Why are you worshipping the creepy tree man? Like Dilton I get, he’s a bit weird, a bit of a loner. But come on. You’re cool. And you had Kevin. He’s heartbroken without you. He thinks your dead.” You shook your head disappointed. 

“Shut up.” He repeated. 

“Is that really the only thing you can say?” Cheryl asked. 

“Oh hey Jughead.” You winked at him. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

The gargoyle king waved Joaquin and Dilton off, they nodded before walking further into the forest. 

“Soooo. This is fun.” You said awkwardly and looked around. 

“And I thought Sundays with my family were awkward.” Cheryl sighed. 

“Ha. I’ve been to them and they are awkward as hell.” You agreed and they laughed slightly. “Hey! Get your twigs off me!” You shouted, the gargoyle king had gripped the back of your head and pulled you up. “Oh boy.” You mumbled when you saw a knife. 

“Y/n!” Cheryl cried, the rest of the group moved closer to you. 

“Its fine.” You reassured her. “I’m fine.” 

“Please don’t kill me.” You pleaded. 

You heard footsteps and shouting and you were quickly dropped to the floor. The gargoyle king was screaming in pain, causing Joaquin and Dilton to run back. Archie and Jughead grabbed them and restrained them as you stood up and restrained the gargoyle king. 

“Thanks for the extra rope tip Archie.” You said and he winked. 

“No problem.” He replied. 

“What the fuck is that?” Veronica asked.

“A hedge trimmer.” Betty replied. Her gaze followed the rest of the groups to the floor, where a pile of twigs lay. The ‘gargoyle king’ stood beside her.

“That was so cool!” Jughead smiled and moved to hug her. “Ah.” He sighed and motioned to her hands. “Maybe not.” He moved back a bit. She laughed before dropping the hedge trimmer to the floor and moving to hug him. “I’m so proud of you.” He mumbled and hugged her tighter.

“You all thought my hedge trimmer idea was stupid.” You mumbled and Cheryl smiled at you.

“I thought it was genius.” She reassured you.

“So did I.” Betty agreed and you high-fived her.

“I think we’re forgetting about something.” Archie interrupted.

“Oh yeah.” You all muttered.

“Who is the gargoyle king then?” Jughead asked.

“Wait!” Veronica stopped you from unmasking them.

“What?” You asked. 

“Are you okay?” Archie asked her.

“How are we going to find out who it is?”

“What do you mean?” Cheryl asked.

“Well. Its made of twigs.” She replied.

“Betty. Get the hedge trimmer again.” Jughead told her.

“No!” Everyone shouted.

“I’ll just take the mask off!” You said.

“Mr!-” You all gasped. 

“Wait. Who exactly are you?” Jughead asked. 

“Hiram Lodge.” 

“Yeah, I dunno who you are.” 

“You ruined my drug ring a few years ago. You guys took it down. I thought I’d get you back. You ruined me.” He replied through gritted teeth, his hand clutched his arm that was bleeding slightly. 

“Why do all this?” Archie asked and gestured around.

“Because I thought I would use what you love most against you all. I created a mystery and you just had to meddle.” 

“Yeah. Yeah.” You interrupted. “We’ve heard the whole meddling thing a few times now. Well. The police are here. Great timing. Take them away.” The police officers nodded and took the three away. 

“So…” Archie started.

“Has everyone finished the chemistry project we had?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Cheryl and Betty replied.

“We had a chemistry project?” Jughead asked, slightly panicked.

“Yeah. Its due tomorrow.” Archie told him. “Me and Veronica only have a little bit left to do.” He added and wrapped his arm around her waist making her smile. There was a moment of silence as you continued to walk back to the van.

“Do you all wanna come to mine? You can finish it there.” You asked and everyone agreed. However Jughead remained silent.

“We’ll help you finish it Juggy.” Betty said with a smile and held his hand.

“Thanks.” He mumbled.

“We’ll help you start it too.” You added and he smiled brightly at you.

“Thanks.” He smiled at you all and you laughed. Cheryl held your hand tightly and you kissed her cheek as you got closer to the van. Hot Dog came running towards you all and knocked Jughead over making the group laugh. 

“I wonder what its going to be next.” Jughead wondered out loud once he stood up.

“You’ve just jinxed it now!” Veronica complained and hit his arm lightly.

“What?” He replied confused. “I was just wondering.”

“I was hoping that nothing else would happen.” Veronica explained.

“Its Riverdale. Something is always going to be next.” Betty sighed.

“Yeah. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled contently.

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[Translation] Final SERVAMP Quest Vol. 1

I’m back with new SERVAMP translations~ Here’s the 1st volume of Final SERVAMP Quest! Please go to the Servamp - French facebook account for the download link ^^

※ Please don’t re-post the English translations without permission.

Under the cut, enjoy~

Track 1:

[勇者まひるの冒険-前編-] “Adventures of Hero Mahiru – Part One”

KURO: SERVAMP.

KURO: They drink blood from their masters and obey their every order. A servant vampire.

KURO: Servamps are composed of 7 siblings who represent one deadly sin each.

KURO: Sloth, Pride, Envy, Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, Lust.

MAHIRU: I, Shirota Mahiru, picked up a cat and ended up making a contract with the Servamp’s eldest sibling, Sloth’s Kuro.

MAHIRU: And then, what appeared was, an enemy to all seven Servamps.

MAHIRU: Tsubaki of Melancholy.

MAHIRU: Tsubaki introduced himself as the eighth sibling and declared war on Kuro and the others…

MAHIRU: Is how it’s supposed to go but…

KURO: Uh… This story is fiction. It’s something that’s got nothing to do with the main story at all.

MAHIRU: Um… Even if you say a disclaimer like the one they show on TV, it’s…

MAHIRU: (sighs) It’s fun going to a hot spring and watching fireworks with everyonebut… Is it okay for us to not be fighting right now?!

KURO: Oh~ That’s such a fitting line for a shounen manga’s protagonist. It doesn’t suit you…

MAHIRU: Shut up, you NEET vampire!

KURO: Don’t be so worked up. Saying passionate lines is the protagonist’s job.

MAHIRU: Th-that’s right…

MAHIRU: To think that I’d agree with your logic is…

KURO: Well, my appearance is only until here.

MAHIRU: Huh?!

KURO: Do as you please afterwards.

MAHIRU: Wait a sec! We haven’t even said the title yet! Accompany me ‘til the end like a proper partner!

KURO: (sighs) I can’t deal with this special CD…

MAHIRU: Monthly Comic Gene: Special Drama CD: SERVAMP!

KURO: Final Servamp Quest: Adventures of Hero Mahiru – Vol. 1

  ***

  KURO: (with his cat form’s voice) Awaken, it is time for your adventure, Hero.

MAHIRU: … Kuro…?

KURO: I’m not Kuro. I’m Heaven’s voice.

MAHIRU: (with a sleepy voice) No… you’re Kuro, right…?

KURO: Awaken, Hero. You have to go on a journey to defeat the Demon Lord.

(birds chirping)

MAHIRU: (waking up) Hm…? (stretches and yawns)

MAHIRU: I feel like I saw a weird dream…

MAHIRU: (sighs) We have great weather today, too~

MAHIRU: (stands up and opens the door)

MAHIRU: Hm?! AH! It’s some kinda forest! The kind that you see in RPGs!

MAHIRU: A-ah… Wha—Kuro!

KURO: (with a cheerful, uncharacteristic tone of voice) Good morning, Mahiru. Such great weather today, huh?

MAHIRU: K-Kuro? Wh-what’s going o—

KURO: (with the same cheeful tone) Good morning, Mahiru. Such great weather today, huh?

MAHIRU: UWAH!! It’s like Villager A’s dialogue!

MAHIRU: Don’t tell me… Kuro’s become an NPC?!

MAHIRU: This is bad…! Did I… Did I become this worlds’s hero…?

KURO: You get on fast.

MAHIRU: What the—You can talk normally?!

KURO: I came to see you to explain this world.

MAHIRU: What an unnecessary…

MAHIRU: So… I’m the hero and… I have to go on a journey?

KURO: You get on too fast.

MAHIRU: There’s no other explanation.

KURO: Well, wait a sec. The world right now is being ruled by the Demon Lord Tsubaki who’s planning to drown the world in darkness.

MAHIRU: I figured as much.

KURO: And from there, the Heavens have declared—

MAHIRU: They said that I should be the hero, right?

KURO: Oh my…

MAHIRU: Hm?

KURO: Who could’ve expected…

MAHIRU: You don’t have to make it suspenseful.

KURO: That I would be the hero…

MAHIRU: It’s you?! Eh?! What about me?!

KURO: You’re Villager A.

MAHIRU: That’s too complex! Then, what was with the opening scene a while ago?!

KURO: And so, I have to go on a journey.

MAHIRU: Ah… I see… Um… It’s a little bit different from the title but… I guess it’s okay…?

MAHIRU: Anyway, do I just have to give you your role or something?

KURO: I may not look it but, I’m a NEET vampire. I don’t wanna work.

KURO: First, can you give me an easy-going, fun subquest?

MAHIRU: Go on your journey already! Defeat the Demon Lord!

(strong winds)

MAHIRU: H-huh? What’s that? The sky suddenly turned dark…?

(ominous music begins)

TSUBAKI: (laughing maniacally from a distance)

KURO: I sense something troublesome…

TSUBAKI: (still laughing) People are trash! Kneel down, you peasants! The Demon Lord has arrived~

MAHIRU: Tsubaki?! What’s the Demon Lord doing in such a rundown village…?

TSUBAKI: That’s ‘cause I heard that the hero will be receiving his duties here. I thought I should just crush him first.

TSUBAKI: I came here after shopping for my lunch.

MAHIRU: You’re just stopping by [on your way home]?! Hurry up and go home!

TSUBAKI: Now~ Shall I destroy the village?

MAHIRU: At this rate, the village will…! Kuro, you have no choice but to—Huh?

KURO: (from afar) I still can’t climb tress so it’s impossible at my current level. I have to run away.

MAHIRU: YOU! You’re a hero, aren’t you?!

KURO: (from afar) What are you making a kind-hearted NEET vampire do?!

MAHIRU: It’s not my fault!

TSUBAKI: (laughing) Go get ‘em, Belkia, Sakuya!

(ominous music suddenly stops)

TSUBAKI: Wai-what? Bel…? Sakuya?

MAHIRU: They’re not here.

KURO: (still from afar) Nope, they’re not.

TSUBAKI: Oh right… they weren’t part of the budget this time…

MAHIRU: What do you mean by ‘budget’?

TSUBAKI: Well~ I’m strong on my own so never mind~ Shall I turn all of those who oppose me into green tea flavored snack?

MAHIRU: I feel like I’ve heard that already!

LICHT: Wait, you spawn of the devil!

LICHT: I, Lichtiel, who have come from the Heavens will be your enemy!

HYDE: Whoo~ Lichtiel’s really an archangel~!

MAHIRU: Lawless and Licht-san—wait, no… Lichtiel?!

LICHT: The angel me will purify every evil!

MAHIRU: Even in a game, Licht-san’s personality’s the same…

HYDE: The archangel Lichtiel and the swordsman Lawless will fight you!

KURO: (from afar) Angel?

HYDE: While you were lazing around in the forest, Nii-san, the both of us raised our levels!

TSUBAKI: So you’ve arrived, Lichtiel! This time for sure, I’ll defeat you and I’ll dye the world with green tea!

LICHT: As if I’d let that happen!

LICHT: Take this! Dynamic Angel Arrow!

(Licht, Hyde, and Tsubaki continue to fight)

HYDE: Ah, ow, ow—Angel-chan, your angel arrows are hitting me, too!

HYDE: Can’t you distinguish between ally and enemy?!

TSUBAKI: (laughing) My rain class sword’s definitely stronger than your powers!

TSUBAKI: Everyone should just drop dead!

HYDE: That’s quite an intense thing to say.

LICHT: Tch, it’s an elemental sword.

TSUBAKI: I’ll skewer you all! Oh, wait, I’m turning into Belkia~

LICHT: Come back after you’ve decided on your character, you damned devil!

(Licht keeps shooting attacks at Tsubaki while Tsubaki laughs)

LICHT: Die!

(Kuro and Mahiru having a conversation from afar)

KURO: Oh, this is bad. We’re completely outsiders now.

MAHIRU: That’s ‘cause you didn’t want to fight, you know?

MAHIRU: U-uwah…! Tsubaki’s stray bullets are…! WOAH!

(Mahiru gets hit)

MAHIRU: A-ah!

KURO: (panicking as he runs over to Mahiru) Mahiru!

MAHIRU: O-ow… I’m okay, it’s only a scratch.

(dramatic music begins)

KURO: Mahiru… Don’t die. I had so many things I still wanted to tell you…!

MAHIRU: Huh? Wait, I’m not dy—

KURO: Mahiru! Don’t go! MAHIRU!!!

MAHIRU: Wait, wait, wait! Is my role the best friend that dies at the prologue?!

KURO: Damn you, Demon Lord Tsubaki…! How dare you do this to Mahiru…?!

MAHIRU: Ah, I died? I’m being used to trigger Kuro’s awakening event?!

KURO: Mahiru never did anything wrong… So, why…?!

KURO: I will… destroy this world!

MAHIRU: Wait a sec! You’re turning to darkness very fast!

(dramatic music stops)

KURO: These dark heroes are what’s cool nowadays.

MAHIRU: Fall into darkness after you’ve worked hard a little!

KURO: (grunts) Guess I have no choice…!

KURO: I will… fight!

TSUBAKI: Oh-ho~ Is Brother Sloth finally up to it?

HYDE: N-nii-san… Don’t tell me… you’re going to use that?

KURO: Mahiru… I won’t let your death end in vain.

MAHIRU: What’s with that lie?

KURO: AAAAHHHHHH!!!

(Kuro transforms into a cat)

KURO: Take this fluffy paw attack!

KURO: Secret technique: Paw Pad Bomber!!

TSUBAKI: Huh? What’s that? It doesn’t hurt at all.

(Licht falls over)

HYDE: AH! Lichtan, are you okay?!

MAHIRU: WHY?! Why’s Licht-san the one falling over?!

LICHT: (gasping for air) He… He’s too cute…!

LICHT: How suspicious… This is… the end for me…

HYDE: Wha—Nii-san, it’s Lichtan who’s getting huge damage, not Tsubaki! What are you trying to accomplish by hurting your allies?

KURO: Nya~

HYDE: Acting cute’s no-good!

LICHT: Damn… He’s so cute… He’s too cute… It’s painful…

MAHIRU: What’s with this situation…? It’s getting harder to react…!

HYDE: Shirota Mahiru, why don’t you worry a little?! Lichtan’s getting desperate!

LICHT: I…

HYDE: Live, Lichtiel…! Don’t die, Lichtiel…

MAHIRU: Even if you tell me to worry, I—

TSUBAKI: That’s a pretty good technique, Nii-san!

HYDE/MAHIRU: Eh?

TSUBAKI: A Demon Lord like me’s got everything he needs. That means, I won’t lose in cuteness as well!

KURO: (still in cat form) How foolish. To think that you would challenge the cute cat me who’s won the pet popularity ranking.

KURO: I’ll make you surrender.

MAHIRU: Why is Kuro acting evil now, too?

TSUBAKI: I wish you won’t underestimate my seriousness! Take that!

(Tsubaki transforms into a fox)

TSUBAKI: Take this! Fluffy fluffy Tail Attack!

(Tsubaki hits Kuro with his tail)

TSUBAKI: Poof… Poof…

KURO: Nya!

LICHT: …! So cute…!

HYDE: Please stop!! Lichtan’s HP is already 0…!

KURO: This is… bad… How fluffy…!

KURO: At this rate, I’ll… fall… asleep…

KURO: zzz

TSUBAKI: It’s too late for you to realize! My fluffy tail has tranquilizing properties~ Take that~! (Tsubaki hits Kuro with his tail again)

TSUBAKI: Poof… poof…

KURO: Nya… nya…

LICHT: …! Me, too… Please… do that attack to me, too!

HYDE: Wait, Lichtan! You’ll fall asleep!

LICHT: Let me go, shit rat! I… I will…!

MAHIRU: Heh… How should I finish this…?

MAHIRU: Normally, the ending song would play now and it will end but…

(Kuro transforms back into a human)

KURO: The adventure and the legend…

MAHIRU: It’s not a legend!

HYDE: Part one: Over!

HYDE: Would you like to save before continuing?

MAHIRU: There’s a continuation?! Will this continue?!

 ==END==

  ※ Please don’t re-post the English translations without permission.

#servamp #servamp translations #my translations #drama cd #tsubaki is the kind of villain you just can't hate lolol #fluffy tail attack~ #mahiru getting injured and kuro overreacting is what made this drama cd for me XD #and the poof poof fluffy tail attack lolol

[fizzingwizard]

Okay then. Yagami Taichi. So that's Y/A/G/M/I/T/C/H. And Izumi Koushiro is I/Z/U/M/K/O/S/H/R. Give us your wisdom, oh great one.

Finally answering! Thanks for your patience. OK, I’ll put the answers under a cut because I accidentally added a couple ficlets teehee. Also got Yamato and Daisuke in my inbox so will get to those soon~

Yagami Taichi and Izumi Koshiro under the cut

Yagami Taichi

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

Why does what everyone else sees as courage feel so much like fear?

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

In elementary school, he just barely made the grade by in pretty much everything. Outstanding marks in P.E. Otherwise, generally too energetic and distracted for homework. He was very much that kid the teacher genuinely likes yet wishes was in someone else’s class some days…

In high school, well, Tri verse seems to have made him into a pretty standard, “life happens to me” type of high school student, but I like to think that his sense of leadership and resourcefulness would make him a bit more of a go-getter. I think he’d buckle down to some extent — perhaps for most of his high school career, soccer would be first in his mind, and some subjects would just not be his thing. But charisma, public speaking skill, and leadership ability would definitely show through in group projects, presentations, debate, that sort of thing. So I think his best subjects would probably be social studies, government, and perhaps English.

G: How do they flirt?

If he tries to flirt on purpose, he acts like Marty McFly, minues the oedipus thing. Luckily he’s not a very flirty guy. At least not at first. After he’s been in a relationship for someone in a while, however…

“Stop licking my ear.”

“But it’s delicious. I just want to eat it up.”

“I am not your dinner.”

“Of course not, you’re too sweet for that. You’re dessert!”

“That is so cheesy.”

“Would you like it if I ate cheese off your naked body, sweetums?”

(Of course, he’s really trying to be funny here, more than he is trying to flirt. In truth he remains an awkward, fairly oblivious lover his entire life, and his redeeming qualities are his positivity and affectionate nature.)

M: What is their favourite dessert?

Chocolate banana! At festivals he breaks them in half, sticks them under his tongue and parades around as a walrus. But honestly he’ll take fried food over sweets.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

He doesn’t really think about it. If you asked, he’d open his arms wide and say in a loud, child-like voice, “Thiiis much!” But he has his real lows as well as his real highs. Sometimes he’s bitter. Sometimes self-pitying. Sometimes he thinks someone else, anyone else, could do a better job at being Yagami Taichi than he does. But he shakes himself out of it pretty well usually, or someone helps him to it. He gets by thanks to his friends.

T: Where are they ticklish?

“I am not ticklish. At all. Anywhere.”

“You definitely are.” Yamato looked like he was struggling not to laugh, which only made Taichi frown harder.

“Maybe when I was a kid, and overreacted to everything.”

“Yesterday, when Jou tapped you on the shoulder, you started squirming around.”

“I was surprised, not ticklish. I do not have ticklish shoulders.”

“Okay,” Yamato sat down on the edge of the couch. Taichi immediately scooted back against the arm and pulled his legs in. “What are you doing?”

“I sense danger.”

“You think — I’m not going to tickle you,” Yamato sighed. Then his eyes narrowed. “But if you’re not ticklish to begin with, why are you worried?”

“Not worried,” Taichi harrumphed. “Not ticklish either.”

“Fine, you’re not ticklish.”

“I’m not.”

“I just said that.”

They fell quiet. Yamato picked up the remote, started to flick through the movie selection on TV. Meanwhile, a muscle worked in Taichi’s jaw as he sat beside him with tense, folded arms.

“Taichi.”

“Do NOT tickle me!”

“I’m not going to tickle you! I was going to tell you to unclench! I’m getting a charley horse just watching you!”

(In sum: He is not ticklish. At all. Anywhere.)

C: Can they swim well?

Like a fish. An exceedingly ungraceful fish. Like a torpedo when Sora’s in the water too and he wants to start a splash fight.

H: What is their deadly sin?

“Let’s see, there are seven deadly sins, right?” Taichi frowned. “Uh, I don’t remember what they are, so.”

Koushirou began to tick them off on his fingers. “Pride, wrath, gluttony —”

Yamato let out a low chuckle. “Gluttony, for sure.”

“You shut up.”

“Yesterday you ate the ramen and fried rice special, the large size, for lunch,” Yamato remarked, cool as you please, while glaring daggers down his nose. “After which you ate my fried rice too.”

“I was doing you a favor,” Taichi pouted. “You couldn’t finish it.”

“Admit it. You’re a glutton.”

“I’m a gourmand.”

“Pffft.”

“It’s thanks to people like me that your beloved matcha Kit-Kats became a thing.”

“— Envy, greed, sloth, and lust,” Koushirou finished, not appearing to note the interruption.

Mimi squealed. “Lust! That’s it for sure!” She clasped her hands over her chest. “If we only knew the nights he lies awake in bed, tormented by desire, confused, all alone with his turbulent teenage hormones —”

“In your dreams!” Taichi shouted.

He threw a pillow at her. She ducked. Sora lunged between them and snatched the pillow before they could begin an all out war in Koushirou’s pristine office.

“Taichi’s deadly sin is not lust.” She rolled her eyes. “Unless it’s lust for nachos.”

“Not you too,” the glutton groaned. “Gimme that pillow.”

“No.”

“You’re no fun.”

The pillow smacked him in the face. “I’m not what now?”

“How about sloth?” Hikari suggested.

All eyes turned to stare at her. She blushed. “Well, it takes him fifteen minutes to roll out of bed in the morning.”

“Traitor!” Taichi said with what the others supposed was meant to be righteous fury, but sounded rather more pitiful with his face squashed into a pillow.

“We still haven’t heard from the accused himself,” Yamato pointed out. “If Sora can be obliged to stop suffocating him for a minute.”

Sora acquiesced in favor of sitting on Yamato’s lap. Very serious, Taichi cupped his chin in his hands as he gazed at the coffee table.

“My deadly sin,” he began — pausing for dramatic effect — “is greed. I want too many things,” he went on, quietly, eyes unfocusing as if looking far into the past. Somewhere he didn’t like to go too often. “Like wanting to win without losing anything. Wanting strength without getting hurt. Wanting peace but also wanting change. I’m greedy.  I can’t… accept the way the world limits me.”

His friends stared. For a moment, thoughtful silence reigned. Then:

“So you admit to being a glutton.”

“Damnit, Yamato!” Taichi drove his fist into the arm of the couch amid the flurry of giggles that spread throughout the group. “I am trying to have a moment of self-reflection here!”

“Sorry,” Yamato said unrepentently. “Everyone, he wants a moment of self-reflection. Show some respect. No more titters for fifteen seconds.”

“Ten,” Sora corrected, “No, better make it five.”

“Better make it zero,” Taichi growled, “if you want a decent head start before I rip you all to shreds. With my teeth.”

“How about Mario Kart?” Koushirou said, digging through the box of games.

“… OK, fine. With Mario Kart.”

(You could, and probably will, argue that his sin should be pride. It’s a common one for shonen protagonists. But I’ve never really felt that Taichi is prone to pride, or arrogance. His big struggle with just that, the infamous SkullGreymon episode, isn’t enough for me to put it down a major character flaw. Taichi’s bossiness and optimism to the point of naivete don’t come from an overblown image of himself for the most part. I think he really does just, as the song goes, want it all and want it all now. And being the leader puts him in a position of constantly having to make sacrifices he doesn’t want to make. That’s my reasoning, but you’re perfectly welcome to yours.)

Izumi Koshiro

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

He might put it at 8.4. Generally he is happy with himself. He values hard work, creativity, thirst for learning. He also values friends and family. As long as those things are first in his life, he feels pretty good. But if something slips, he beats himself up pretty hard. And he’s not so great at talking himself out of it. In those cases he needs a dose of perspective from the people who love him and understand how hard he drives himself.

Z: How do they sleep?

Like a log or not at all. Also a light snorer. The type who snores through a closed mouth while lying on his back. If he rolls over on his side, no issues.

U: What’s their voice like?

Gentle, neutral, precise, neither high nor low. Everyone listens the minute it’s colored by some emotion. Always apologizes afterward. Someone hug this kid.

M: What is their favourite dessert?

Creme brulee. He is secretly quite fancy.

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them?

Most people don’t. Those closest to him, though, find out pretty easily, because he tells them. Very frankly. (This he learned from a long friendship with a certain big-haired blockhead who doesn’t always notice when he’s being an ass.) And he forgives them quickly as well, once he knows they understand what they did that hurt him. He always wants to be fair and hates pettiness. Though now and then he has a petty moment ahaha.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THIS.

but seriously, it would probably be losing the trust and support of his friends. He may have a bunch of solitary hobbies, but Koushirou really, deeply values his loved ones. He’s not cut out for perpetual loneliness. Similarly, if he felt like he could have helped more but didn’t, hello guilt trip.

S: How stealthy are they?

Can be quite stealthy. He’s short and soft-spoken, easy to overlook. But the reason why he wants to be stealthy tends to influence his judgment. Case in point…

“Koushirou…” Taichi stared, jaw hanging open a bit, giving him a rather stupid look which Koushirou felt compelled to warn him off. But before he could say a word, Taichi linked his arm around Koushirou’s neck and dragged him bodily down the hallway to the boys’ restroom.

Inside, he found the farthest unoccupied stall and, to Koushirou’s extreme confusion, locked them both inside.

“You’re not going to dunk my head in the toilet, are you?”

“Excuse you, what do you take me for, some kind of boneheaded jock? Wait, don’t answer that.”

Taichi looked nervously through the crack by the door hinges. “Taichi-san, what are we doing?” Koushirou sighed.

“What are we doing? What are you doing? What is that,” he cried, pointing emphatically at Koushirou’s collar.

“This?” Reaching up, Koushirou’s fingers adjusted the purple bowtie he’d painstakingly selected to match his silk lilac shirt. “This is a bowtie.”

“It looks you pinned some kind of moth through your button hole.”

Koushirou’s brow knit. “Does it? I thought it made me look sort of dressed up.”

“Why would you want to though?”

“Well, we are at a dance, you know. I just wanted to make sure I blend in. It would be horrible if tomorrow everyone was talking about how I was the only one inappropriately dressed.”

“Uh, I hate to say this, but haven’t you noticed that nearly all of the guys came in their school uniforms?” To illustrate his point, Taichi gestured at his own attire. He had indeed come in his school clothes. His shirt was even tucked in for once.

A streak of crimson colored Koushirou’s face. He looked down. Taichi’s eyes darted back and forth as he struggled to come up with something to say. Just then, the bathroom door swung open.

“Taichi, Koushirou, if you two are in here, come out before Mimi accosts every last person looking for you,” Yamato called in a tone of deep longsuffering.

Without opening the stall door, Taichi replied: “What does she want us for?”

“To take a picture.”

Koushirou groaned. “Tell her I’m sick… Taichi-san… I can’t go back out there like this!”

“Why not?” Yamato asked impatiently. It sounded like he was at his wit’s end dealing with Mimi.

“I’m… a little overdressed.”

“Psh. So what? Mimi came here in a ball gown.”

“What?” Koushirou exclaimed as Taichi made a noise of surprise. “She did?”

“Yeah, and you can’t be more overdressed than her.”

“There’s your out, Koushirou,” Taichi hissed in his ear. “Just stick with Mimi the whole night. If anyone asks, she picked out your clothes. She’ll be happy to take the credit. She’ll think you look great.”

Koushirou blushed harder, though for an entirely different reason. With a smirk, Taichi patted his back, and even straightened his bowtie for him before opening the door.

“Get out there, then. Stud.”

(whoever thought I, a staunch joumi fan, would write a koumi drabble… oh well… it just happened lol)

H: What is their deadly sin?

Hard one. He’s a pretty perfect kid lol. I suppose I might put him down for “greed” as well, and maybe it fits better than it does Taichi, in the sense that his curiosity compells him to want to know as much as he can, so he sometimes doesn’t noice the needs of people around him. But it’s not like this is intentional or he doesn’t know about it. Half the time the reason he’s working so hard is because he’s trying to help those people.

R: What are their hands like?

Short, stubby fingers. Often ink-blotted. He’s constantly flexing his hands from typing so much. Bound to get carpal tunnel someday.

#digimon #taichi yagami #koushirou izumi #headcanons

[ask-the-storytelling-duo]

Just another day in Servamp High.

Chapter 1- Introductions It all began on a bright, Monday morning. The students of Servamp High had just arrived to class, starting with the servamps themselves. All seven of them entered the class and immediately every students left the classroom vacant for them. Why? Because they weren’t just any Servamps. They were the Seven Deadly Sins. Most of them called the seven students that out of fear. God bless the few who dared challenge any of the seven. Each had a title after a cardinal sin. There was Sloth, the leader, and his second in command Pride. Then came the muscle of the group, the mysterious Envy and the lovely looking Miss Wrath. Next were Greed and Gluttony. The former was quick and sharp-tongued, good for getting out of sticky situations while the latter...well he just terrified everyone. Sort of acted as their bodyguard over an actual member of the group. Finally, there was Lust. He looked beautiful and knew how to use that beautiful body of his to get people to talk. One way or the other, whether it was giving someone head or smashing their head in. I guess you could call him the ultimate good cop/bad cop. These seven terrified everyone who crossed their paths. Unfortunately for our story, Miss Wrath sensed trouble was brewing and scrowled. She couldn’t be bothered enough to deal with the amount of bullshit the others caused, or would soon cause in this case. Being the only girl in the group, the most sensible and having absolutely zero patience for idiocracy plus a massive temper that gained her the nickname “Wrath”, she left a soon as the others settled down to go do something more worthwhile. Soon, Gluttony left too but not because of anger, nor annoyance or disdain, but because he was hungry again. He truly had an insatiable appetite for food and good food at that. And so, this left the remaining five to go about their own things. Who were the remaining five you ask? Allow me to introduce them. The leader, Kuro. The goddamn laziest guy in the entire school. I should know, I was his lab partner once. He slept through the entire project. He probably doesn’t even remember me anymore...thank god. Then there was Hugh. That guy had more pride than a group of lions -and God forbid you mention his height-That guaranteed you an early death. But would he deliver the punishment himself? Nope. A bit of a clean-freak. Next came Jeje. A mysterious and moody guy. And when I say moody, I don’t mean “woke up on the wrong side of the bed” moody, I mean “I’m on my period and haven’t eaten in 12 hours or slept since two weeks ago” That kind of moody. Hell, the guy wore paper bags and a long, dark cloak to add to his moody attitude and demeanour. On to Hyde. Words to describe Hyde...Talkative, loud-mouthed, headstrong, stubborn, the list is infinite. That, and you could say he was still a little angsty over his ex girlfriend. And a certain affiliation for theatre. Finally, we come to Snow Lily- I shit you not, that is his actual name. On his first day he was mocked by others, calling him a male stripper and asking for lap dances. His answer to that? Stripping in the middle of class. And grinding on the teacher. Turns out, he actually is a male stripper and has zero shame. Once he joined the gang he taught everyone how to use their mouths for good use. And is the only one in history to shut Hyde up. I’d rather not mention how… Did I forget to mention his weird fascination for butterflies? Come to think of it...each of this five had a small obsession on a certain kind of animal. Kuro loved cats, called them lazy and relaxed like himself. Hugh; bats. Jeje adored snakes and called them misunderstood like himself. Hyde adored hedgehogs to an unhealthy level. And Lily had his butterflies. These five were the main quintet of the “Seven Deadly Sins”. The second most feared group in Servamp High history. Why second? Because there was a group far worse than them. Far more merciless and unforgiving. The day was going absolutely fine, but there was trouble in the air. The quintet were about to face their worst nightmare. And that came in the form of a former gang member. The forgotten member, Melancholy. He burst into the class with a wide grin. “Missed me suckers?” The class was dead silent at his question. “ No? Well too bad. Oh right. I almost forgot. I brought company. “ He beamed. Great. Now, let me introduce you to Melancholy’s Devils. Seriously, who chooses these names? We’ll start with Tsubaki himself. Sadistic is one way to describe him. At the same time, so would confusing. I’ve seen the guy laugh at nothing like it was the most hilarious thing on earth, then get bored three seconds later. Even stranger, is the amount of two-tailed fox themed stuff he has. Next, Higan. How to describe him, how about “Needs a bath”. That sounds fitting due to his looks, messy and unkempt hair. Plus I’m surprised the guy doesn’t have lung cancer yet after how many cigarettes he goes through each day.   Then we have Belkia. I’m starting to grow weary of all these weird names but whatever. The guy is as weird as his name. Pink hair, extreme vanity, to the extent of cutting someone else’s hair off because he thought they looked prettier than him. Collects dolls. Do I need to continue? At least his girlfriend seems somewhat normal Then comes-God not another stripper name- Shamrock. Okay, who named their child like a male stripper? At least he’s not actually one like Snow Lily. Instead, he has a fascination for bombs and considers his boss to own him. Okay, who’s next….wait is that Sakuya? Right, almost forgot about that day… Sakuya Watanuki. He has green hair, is a huge jokester, the only one with an actual normal name, and uh...he is one of my best friends. We used to be so close but now...we don’t talk anymore after I refused to join him with Tsubaki. He’s still a bit confused over who’s loyal to who and absolutely hates liars. Who am I you ask? You’ll see soon enough.

#Servamp