#not only in theme but meaning and showing the sin of Gluttony

[poisonheiress]

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So, because I'm in a bit of a shitty mood due to a whole lot of work I have to do before my break, and I don't feel like piling onto the already large list of what's wrong with the Helluva Boss series - and also, because everyone liked the Beelzebub list, I decided to do a quick list of my top five favorite songs from Helluva Boss. Despite the questionable writing, characters, world-building, creator, etc, the songs are actually truly solid when they want to be, and for that, I'm willing to give praise.

𝟏.❞𝕂𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙❞ 𝐛𝐲, 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 & 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦

❥ Putting aside my general love for these girls, however brief their appearances were in the episode, this song was just incredible to me! The dancing was smooth, the beat was heavily reminiscent to Kpop, which I just love anyway, the visuals were stunning, in addition to their overall designs, and I'm honestly just sucker for fish-based characters since they have a whole siren aesthetic going on. Speaking of, many people find these twins to be reminiscent to The Dazzlings, from EQ Girls, and that's just the cherry on top for me! The full version truly makes this even better and, overall, I think the song was brilliant in establishing the whole rebranding of Mammon and how these two pose great threats to Fizz, much like those badass singer villains in Saturday morning shows. You know, the one's everyone ends up simping for at some point in their childhood. Anyway, because of the new episode, this song managed to shoot its way to the top of my faves, knocking down my original fave in the process!

𝟐. ❞𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣❜𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕝❞𝐁𝐲, 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛

❥ This song walked, so "Cotton Candy" could trip and fall on the scalding hot pavement. Apologies if I sound dramatic, and you happen to like Cotton Candy, but the amount of disappointment I feel towards the fact that we didn't get this song is indescribable. Now of course, I understand WHY we couldn't (again, waste of time when someone could've just gotten Rochelle in the first place 😑) but I digress. Aside from the fact that a specific line in the song gives clear clarification of who the hell the flying fox is, it feels like the cool, degenerative (said affectionately) party girl song that I would've actually liked to hear.

❥ To me, it's reminiscent of "Cannibal" and "Die Young", and I feel like both themes generally tie into what we think of a Modern Beelzebub to be like. The beat, the shift in pace of the lyrics that brings out the fast party vibe, the fact that it felt like a real pop song that didn't take fifteen minutes to get through just to see the rest of the episode – all these are what made this song my former #1 favorite, now my #2. And the "non-binary specimen" line was a cool, quick inclusion to me.

𝟑. ❞𝕁𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕫 ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕝❞ 𝐛𝐲, 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧

❥ I know this is technically too small to be an actual full song, but I still loved it regardless. It was really cool in its short runtime for the following reasons: the Tom Hardy's vocals (idk what it is, but something about Australian accents that just sounds satisfying, especially when singing), the praising of the Twins, and the satisfaction of seeing Fizz squirm a bit. Apologies to any of you who like Fizz. I don't hate him per se, but rather, I'm just bitter that we're loosing out on other character development because of him and Ozzy. And, I prefered Robo Fizz who was an unrelenting asshole and not another UWU boy that, imo, there are one too many of in Hell.

❥ Anyway, it was cool seeing more visuals of the Greed Ring stage. And seeing the spider visuals that are associated with Mammon. I understand if some people thought it was kinda tacky, but I personally think it could work if assessed the right way. (Hint: I'll be explaining more about this in later Greed Ring Headcanons and/or Mammon Headcanons.)

𝟒. ❞𝕍𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟❞ 𝐛𝐲, 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲

❥ Admittedly, I was a bit iffy on whether or not I should include this considering my feelings on Verosika. I don't hate her by any means considering, you know, it's Blitzø, but she has nothing going on for her and her one note personality just feels unfair to her considering what she had to deal with. That being said, I realized that I'm judging based on musical appeal and not entirely on character, so I said "fuck it" and put this as #4.

❥ While notably slower and softer than the other songs, I enjoyed it after revisiting it. The pink aesthetic and visuals were just gorgeous to me.

❥ It's slow, playful, and it reminds me a lot of Doja Cat and her songs, and I really loved that. Above all else, it was soothing and nice, and I feel like it was wasted on the Spring Break episode though as, while the episode introduced it a bit more worldbuilding, it felt like a whole load of nothing considering it all happened in one place and that same worldbuilding went out the window almost immediately. Still love the song though. Honestly, if there was a musical battle between Verosika and the Twins, I'd struggle to pick a winner.

𝟓. ❞ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕦𝕤❞ 𝐛𝐲, 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 & 𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳

❥ While my opinion of Asmodeus has wavered lately, his debut song was incredible! I loved the deep vocals and jazzy tunes used in the song, and I didn't completely mind the bits with Fizz in it given all that's happened. Above all else, I adored how they called out Stolas publically in the episode. Shame it couldn't stay that way. Seriously though, as sexy as the man's voice is his design just doesn't fit that. But, yeah, that's my opinion.

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Anyway, yeah, that was my list. Let me know what y'all think and whether or not you agree with my choices. If any, do you have a favorite song in Helluva Boss? Or a least favorite? Let me know. ✌🏾

[h3artach3]

TLDR AT THE END!

Ignoring how Vivizepop is SUCH a bad person, racism, homophobia, transphobia and all that. I want to talk about how much I dislike the entirety of helluva boss/hazbin hotel.

This is less about the writing of the shows, it is obivous that its just pure ass. There's nothing good about how the writing is. The animation is mid etc etc. I want to go into the characters themselves. Specifically Mammon.

My BIGGEST issue with Mammon is why is he GREEN. I get creative freedom but it makes no sense to my brain. Especially since he's supposed to represent Greed. The sin that is mostly associated with gold, and just money in general. And YELLOW. Yellow.

Yellow has always been Greed's color. Even far back into the 6th century A.D. one of the Popes, Pope Gregory the Great(not really great in my opinion but nevertheless), stated the base work of the sins. Quote ;

Greed (treachery, covetousness) — A strong desire to gain, especially in money or power. Disloyalty, deliberate betrayal, or treason, especially for personal gain or when compensated. Scavenging and hoarding of materials or objects. Theft and robbery by violence. Simony is the evolution of avarice because it fills you with the urge to make money by selling things within the confines of the church. This sin is abhorred by the Catholic Church and is seen as a sin of malice; Dante included this sin in the first poem of the Divine Comedy (the Inferno). Simony can be viewed as betrayal. Thomas Aquinas on greed: “it is a sin against God, just as all mortal sins, in as much as man condemns things eternal for the sake of temporal things.” Greed is represented by the frog and the color yellow. faust.com, seven deadly sins.

Even without Pope Gregory's input, it is commonly accepted within the Christian community/mythology that the colors of the sins are as follows ;

Pride ; Violet - Purple

Lust ; Blue

Greed ; Yellow

Sloth ; Light Blue

Gluttony ; Orange

Envy ; Green

Wrath ; Red.

It makes absolutely no sense for Mammon to be green.

"But what if she used a different classification for the sins?" You may ask.

Mammon would STILL be Yellow. Plus it is stated in Helluva Boss/implied that Mammon is Greed. (not only that but there is no classifaction of the sins where Mammon is NOT Greed so that throws that out of the window).

In both The Lanterne Of Light and Binsfeld Classifactions of the Sins nowhere Mammon is anything OTHER than Greed. It is also clear that she is using the Binsfeld Classifications since Beezlebub is Gluttony. So that also disproves the different classification theory.

Also there's way more to Greed than just MONEY MONEY MONEY. Greed is being wealthy in anything not just cold hard cash. Any material object.

Greed is defined as the immoderate love or desire for riches and earthly possessions. A person can also be greedy for fame, attention, power, or anything else that feeds one’s selfishness. As a deadly sin, greed is believed to spur other sins and further immoral behavior. The Britannica, Greed.

Using strictly the Money aspect (I acknowledge I might be wrong for this but from what I can find, that is his entire character other than being a misogynist), he is such a bland and boring character. Vivzie could've done so much more with his character, its honestly disappointing with how he is.

You can say he also has fame as one of his Greedy traits, but it's so surface level to the point where it is steamrolled by him wanting money.

BEEZLEBUB!

EDIT ; Due to some points that were brought up in the notes of this post, I understand where Vivzie was coming from with the Bee theming and Honey mentioning. That's actually interesting.

Also if Vivzie is using the Biblical meaning of Gluttony, Beezlebub's character would make more sense. I just wish that there was more to the character and she went more into it. Right now(and most likely in the future), Beezlebub seems like still a very bland character. There's little to no personality other than the drugs, partying and binge-eating (side note ; this might be me looking too much into things but since Vivziepop is well known to be extremely fatphobic, the ability to manipulate her body to get rid of the weight she might gain from eating, just gives me off vibes. this is mostly just my opinion so take it with a grain of salt.)

THIS STILL DOESN'T MEAN I ENJOY HOW SHE IS CHARACTERISED ! I still believe there could've been way more to her than the base form of gluttony. Though I acknowledge that Vivzie could be sticking to the Biblical version of Gluttony.

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She makes no sense whatsoever to me. It's like Vivzie just saw the BEE in her name and just ran with it without even looking into her. None of her ANYTHING even represents Gluttony. Other than binge-eating, which seems to be the only thing that actually represents Gluttony. (though Gluttony is WAY MORE than just "oh food and eating alot.") Hell, she seems more like PRIDE than anything else. Her not liking when people insult her, having a very high view of herself. Even with the aspects of her that do scream Gluttony, its such a Base Interpretation of Gluttony. Gluttony is indugunce of ANYTHING. Not just drugs, food, drinking, etc. The way she is written just screams "I searched Gluttony on google and used the first results." There's no depth into her Sin whatsoever. Side note ; Her not liking when her guests indugle for self destructive reasons is SUCH a contridiction to Gluttony. Self Destructive induglence is what Gluttony is. That is what the sin IS. Again this makes no sense to me at all.

Her design is also like a unicorn threw up on her in all the wrong ways but that's not what I'm here to talk about.

ASMODEUS! Asmodeus is from my opinion the more well-written of the sins. Then again Lust is such an easy sin to write. I don't have much to say about this guy since Lust is a such a well known and obvious sin. I really wish I could say more about this guy but I truly can't. His character is almost strictly sex related. (hey! maybe the reason he's seemingly more well-written than the others is that the whole show is pretty much sex jokes.)

LUCIFER!

I don't know much about this guy so I'm not going to say anything but once I learn more I'll add onto this post with how I feel about him.

TLDR ; I don't like how the Sins are interpreted in the show due to them being such a surface level version of the Sins, and they could've done much more with them. Maybe this'll change in the future but I doubt it.

Also if I got anything wrong do tell, I'd like to correct myself on things if I am wrong. Provide proof if possible.

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest Halloween - Prologue

Summary: Twas the week before Halloween and all through Hawkins High...

Word Count: 666

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, humor, angst, slightly OOC Eddie, Freak #3 is named Dave in my universe, a comment about Dave being a glutton (which I HATE TO DO because "stereotypical fat guy" is my biggest pet peeve)

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Thursday, October 24th 1985

The Hellfire Club put up with a lot of bullshit during their relatively short lives--bullying, mockery, cheese pizza farts on late night rides home in the van--but none of them were quite as challenging as the insane stunts of their beloved leader: Eddie Munson

Or, as he was more appropriately known on this, the Thursday before Halloween, Satan.

They'd been minding their own business waiting for him to join them at lunch. Dave and Mike chatted about their characters' stats and Jeff pushed meatloaf and mashed potatoes around his tray. Then Eddie appeared at the door of the cafeteria, fully embracing his alleged devil worship with a bright, red, nylon cape with a propped collar that kept hitting him in the face and a headband with plastic horns on top of his head.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding," Gareth cursed as Eddie cast his arms out with a flourish and caught the attention of the entire student body.

Whether they were in awe or fear or simply annoyed was another story.

The boys were all used to Eddie's antics, though. The freshmen giggled while their older friends--Eddie's bandmates--groaned collectively.

"Twas the week before Halloween," Eddie bellowed, his voice echoing across the room. "And all through Hawkins High...all the sick freaks were stirring, waiting for their beloved celebration to arrive!"

"Sick freak is right," came a snicker from the peanut gallery.

"Shut up, Munson!" Another jest.

Eddie stuck his tongue out at them, and then threw his arms down; with another flourish of his cape, he crossed the cafeteria and dropped into his usual seat at the head of the table.

"Can't ever have any fun in this dumb, bible humping town," he grumbled. "This is our holiday. Don't you think that would mean something to these stick in the mud types?"

The guys all nodded along as he went on a very in-character rant for him, one about parties and keg stands and popular kids and cheerleaders in skimpy costumes.

"Well," he snorted and then leaned back in his chair, "I guess I have nothing to complain about that one. Lust is one of the deadly sins after all."

"Deadly sins?" Dustin squeaked from his seat, his eyes wide with nervousness. "Sounds...deadly."

The cackle that Eddie let out could only be described as evil.

"Mom not making you say your prayers before bed, Dusty?" he asked, leaning closer to his young friend with a predatory grin.

"Gross, your cape is in my lunch," Dave groaned.

The Dungeon Master looked down and grimaced at the clumpy cafeteria gravy that now-stained his costume.

"The Deadly Sins," he bit out, gracing his friends with an explanation, "are behaviors that take you right to hell. Greed, Envy, Pride, Sloth, Lust, Wrath...Gluttony."

He shot Dave a pointed stare, earning two middle fingers from the implied glutton.

"So if you're greedy, you go straight to hell?" Dustin questioned. "That's it? You don't have to kill anyone? That seems like an overreaction."

"Well, Mr. Judgey," Eddie responded with a sardonic smile, "maybe if you live a life full of said greed, you'll be irredeemable. Maybe it'll take you down an even more sinful path. Maybe the man upstairs gives you some sudden consequence that leads you back onto the path of goodness."

"The point is it's hard not to do them," Jeff interjected finally to ease the younger boy's worries, then snapped his head back towards Eddie. "Was that hard?"

Eddie tsked and shook his head disapprovingly, "gotta watch that wrath, Jeff."

"I'm not worried."

"Ah!" Eddie jumped to his feet and pointed at each of his friends. "But there's one week left until Halloween. Mischief is afoot, so whether or not you're worried about the Deadly Sins, they might still find you."

"Is that a promise?" Jeff asked.

"It very well might be," Eddie warned, and then abandoned his spot to run back out of the cafeteria, cackling, "Happy Halloween to all, and to all a good blight."

[whencyclopedia]

Interview: Bodies in the Middle Ages

In the Middle Ages, attitudes to the human body were rife with contradictions: Glorified, oppressed, cared for, and chastised. A new temporary exhibition at the Swiss National Museum in Zürich – coveted. cared for. martyred. Bodies in the Middle Ages – re-evaluates the ways in which medieval Europeans saw, conceived, and imagined the human body. In this interview, James Blake Wiener questions Curator Christine Keller about the exhibition's finer points.

JBW: Dr. Keller, many thanks for speaking to me on behalf of World History Encyclopedia (WHE).

We tend to think of the Middle Ages as an era dominated by faith. However, we should remember that those living in medieval Europe also participated in secular society and non-religious activities. With that in mind, how did you decide to showcase the rich interplay between physical presence and secular interests and pursuits?

CK: In selecting the themes and exhibits, we have tried to show not only the medieval Church's view but also the secular attitude to the body by means of excerpts from medieval literature – such as erotic novels – profane art, and themes such as sport. We try to show that although the Church propagated certain ideas about physicality (in particular the Christian concept of human sexuality as sin), many testimonies from this period, such as popular erotic literature, reports by secular doctors, and obscene badges in the form of personified genitals, speak a language contrary to church morality.

JBW: While the Catholic Church posited the body as the seat of desire and sin, visual representations of the body of Jesus Christ and the femininity of the Virgin Mary were omnipresent. So too were those body parts that believers worshipped as holy relics, which could heal the sick, bring victory in battle, and cure infertility. What can you tell us about the reliquaries and other objects of devotion on display? What secrets do they reveal about medieval body image?

CK: The exhibition includes a reliquary from Limoges from the late 12th century as well as figurative reliquaries such as busts and arm reliquaries from the 14th and 15th centuries. They bear witness to the great veneration and power of the relics of saints. Figurative reliquaries such as busts, arms, legs or feet bring to life or embody the bones or secondary relics stored in them (such as hair, contact relics, etc.). As so-called 'speaking reliquaries', they thus make the abstract, sacred powers more visible. It is relevant for the medieval image of the body that the relics simultaneously reflect death and life and that the saints venerated in the relics were regarded as mediators between this world and the afterlife. The wooden bust reliquaries from the 14th century (for example the Ursula reliquary) were painted in such a way that the surface appears flesh-like, the eyes animated and alive. In these busts, the saints met the viewer as the 'living dead'.

JBW: Death was an immediate and looming concern to our medieval predecessors. Average lifespans were lower than they are today and disease was rampant. How did the concern of death and the belief in everlasting life – on the day of resurrection – shape conceptions of the body during this era?

CK: Death and mortality were omnipresent and a major topic in the Middle Ages. In view of the resurrection, care was taken during one's lifetime to ensure that one's own life remained as free as possible from sins and vices or that these could be redeemed during one's lifetime. In terms of the body, this meant among other things: no gluttony (gula), no lust (luxuria), no vanity (superbia), no indolence (acedia). The concept of bodily resurrection was characterised by the statements of one of the early Church Fathers, Augustine of Hippo (354-430): according to his interpretation, the physical condition at the time of death was irrelevant for the resurrection. For example, if a dead body was mauled by animals or burned, it still emerged from the grave on the day of resurrection intact and at the age of 30 or 33, the age at which Jesus died. In this sense, depictions of the resurrected show them with their intact, naked bodies.

JBW: It was during the Middle Ages that a number of first steps in public health were undertaken: the practice of quarantine; the establishment of hospitals; and the provisioning of medical care and social assistance. There was, as a consequence, an interest in health, hygiene, and hospice, which is delineated throughout the exhibition. I wondered if you might share with us some details about bathing and cupping during the Middle Ages. I suspect many readers would be surprised to learn how commonplace these and other practices were in actuality.

CK: The medieval theory of health is based on the 'theory of the four humours' and the four elements. If the humours (blood, phlegm, black and yellow bile) are not in balance, the person becomes ill. In order to maintain this balance, an excess of substances must be equalised. Bathing parlours (with sweat baths), cupping, and bloodletting – or the application of leeches – were used for this purpose. Numerous health guides, which were particularly widespread in the late Middle Ages, describe the appropriate time for these methods and use illustrations – the so-called Vein Man – to point out the suitable body parts and the appropriate time for bloodletting. Health care was a major topic throughout the Middle Ages and was widespread.

JBW: Bodies in the Middle Ages underscores that while medieval attitudes to the human form and body were contradictory, much has remained the same across the centuries. Whether through the quest for physical perfection or a preoccupation with health or illness, we are not all that different from our medieval predecessors. What do you hope visitors gain from a visit to the exhibition? Moreover, what would you like the public to learn about the Middle Ages as a result of your work?

CK: A survey in the exhibition revealed that the exhibition on the body in the Middle Ages inspired the majority of our visitors to think about the body in the present day. We hope that with this exhibition we can show a somewhat different view of the Middle Ages and that we can break down the often still prevalent stereotypes of a rigid and anti-body era.

JBW: Dr. Keller, thanks so much for sharing your expertise with our audience. On behalf of World History Encyclopedia, I wish you many happy adventures in research.

coveted. cared for. martyred. Bodies in the Middle Ages runs at the Swiss National Museum in Zürich, Switzerland until July 14, 2024.

Christine Keller is an art historian and curator at the Swiss National Museum.

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[litnerdwrites]

Another late one. I'm so sorry! I had so many different ideas while editing this one, I'd hardly call it the same fic as the original anymore. I think I like this one much, much better though. Two days left, and that's kind of a bummer, but I've enjoyed seeing everyone else's works this week. Maybe it's because TOS will be out in October but I loved writing for Gluttony, and I have so many ideas for him. Enough that I was thinking of making this one a short series, if you'd like? I think I'll post a couple of theme over the coming weeks, if you want? Or would y'all prefer a different Prince? lmk!. @princeofsinweek

Day 5: Gluttony/Champagne Fountains

Indulge in you - Gluttony x Reader

WC:1,548

TW: Nothing explicit and nothing outside of canon.

You blink. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Three times. 

Your eyes dart to Prince Gluttony’s, then back again. 

The singular, slitted, beady eye feels like it’s staring right through you. It’s unnerving enough that you quickly turn back to the prince leaning against the side of your house, grinning like a fool.

“What- What is this?” 

Gluttony raises a brow at you. 

“An Ice dragon,” he says, like it’s completely obvious. 

“I can see that,” you mutter. 

“Then why ask?” 

You bring your hands together.

Eyes closed, you take in a breath. 

Hold it. 

Let it out. 

Slowly, you turn to him, holding your hands in front of your stomach, palms pressed together. 

“Then allow me to rephrase, your highness.” Gluttony’s grin only widens at your exasperated tone. “Why is it here? As in outside of my house,” you glance behind the dragon’s head, noting the lack of a body, “And where’s the rest of it?” 

Gluttony santers over, examining the creature from beside you. Hazel eyes shift from the creature to you, studying your reaction. 

“It’s a gift,” he replies, “As for the rest of it, it’s being broken down for the useful, and valuable materials as we speak. It’ll be brought for you then,” 

“You will do no such thing,” you scowl, “Aren’t you more the type to hoard the wealth from those conquests, than share them?” 

“Eh, that’s more aligned with Greed’s circle,” he shrugs, “And I am indulging in my sin, so don’t get your panties in twist,” Gluttony’s eyes slide to you, “Unless you ski-” 

“Don’t finish that,” you snap. 

He raises a brow, his grin turning sly. 

“Oh? Does that mean I’m right, and you aren’t-” he’s cut off by a fist to his arm, but laughs it off, “Getting defensive are we? You wouldn’t happen to mind if I checked-” another punch lands, this time to his face. 

Gluttony just laughs, while you go back to watching the creature.

“I’m being serious Ax,” you huff, “Why did you bring that thing here?” 

You turn from the creature, to Gluttony, otherwise known as Gabriel Axton, trying to figure out what he was up to. Yet, as per usual, he gives nothing away. Instead, he approaches the creature’s head, studying it.

“Do you not like it?” he asks, not looking back.

“It’s not that, I just- I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need-” 

“You and I both know that what one needs is rarely ever a factor where I’m concerned,” he scoffs, “Overindulgence is the very nature of my existence, and that remains true, even now,” 

“I want to tell you off, but I can’t even be mad at you,” you whisper, shaking your head, brow pinched between your pointer and thumb. 

“I don’t understand why you keep fighting it. I can feel your desires, and I know when you lie, so there’s little use bothering to hide what you want,” Gluttony shrugs, eyeing you up and down 

You flushed red at his words, heart pounding at the insinuation, before you turned your head away, and pressed a hand over your mouth.

“That’s neither here nor there,” you muttered into your palm, “I can’t accept this,” 

“Why not?” he asks, “It’s a gift,” 

“One that I must graciously decline, your highness,” you reiterate. 

“Why?” 

You wanted to slam your head against the walls of your cottage. He always showed up here, at the end of every week, with some kind of gift, and usually an invitation to his House of Sin, which you always decline. He then leaves, often looking like a kicked puppy, and you’re left to deal with your guilt and ponder your choices into the late hours of the evening, only to do it all again the next week.

“Do you want something else?” the man in question pulls you from your thoughts. 

“Pardon?” 

“Do you want something else? I can give you whatever your heart desires, Y/N. Champagne fountains, more food than you could ever eat, the finest gowns, the rarest jewels, or even a live dragon for a pet, if that’s what you wanted,” he turns to you, watching carefully, “Name it,” 

“Ax- I-” you turn your head away, “I don’t need that, nor do I want it,” 

A lie. 

One you’re sure he caught. 

You wrap your arms around yourself. 

There’s so much that you want. So, so much. 

You wanted more adventures, more thrill. You wanted to learn to hunt, and feel powerful doing so. To pursue and indulge in your interests, to take charge of your desires and own your sexuality. You wanted to dance at parties in lavish ballrooms, in overly indulgent dresses that dripped with jewels, and to indulge until you were physically unable to do so. You wanted to drink from champagne fountain after champagne fountain until nothing existed but herself and… And him.

The Prince of Gluttony, Gabriel Axton, whom you had once sheltered in your modest cabin to wait out a particularly nasty blizzard while one of his hunters were injured. Ever since then, he’d visited you often, inviting you out, offering gifts, and keeping you company. Perhaps you indulged in his presence too much, seeing as each week it became harder and harder to say ‘no’ and send him a way. A fact he was most likely aware of. 

“You’re lying,” he accuses quietly. 

“I’m not,” you argue half-heartedly. 

“You are. You know that I can tell when you’re lying, so why bother continuing?” 

You freeze, stiffening at the icy tone of  his voice. When you look up at him, his eyes don’t meet yours, still staring at the dragon’s head. 

“I- What do you want from me?” He keeps silent, refusing to answer. “Tell me!” 

His head slowly turns to you, and your eyes widen as they meet his own. Every step back is met by another step towards you, until your back collides with the cabin walls. An arm presses against the wall by your head, while Gluttony leans over you, hazel eyes locked on yours. When you refuse to lift your head, his thumb and forefinger grab your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“I want you,” he whispers, as his eyes searched your own. 

“I-”

He hushes you, before he dropped your chin, and leaned forward. You stiffen, red staining your cheeks, as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. 

“I want to devour you. I want to claim you, over and over until you can’t remember anyone but me. Until I occupy your thoughts, your heart, and your desires, the way you have to me. I want to take, more and more, over and over, until I’ve had my fill,” he scoffs, “I think we both know that’d never happen though. I want to give you more. I want you to have everything you ever desired, even in passing, and then some. I want you to give yourself to me, your heart, body and mind. I want to indulge in you, and never stop.” 

“I- You want to-” 

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widened, flickering to his own, as he stared right back at you. You feel him ripping away each and every layer, bit by bit, uncovering every raw wound and secret you’ve ever kept. Yet, at this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your lips pressed into his. Your knees felt weaker, with each nip and swipe of his tongue. Had he not entirely pressed you into the wall, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed to the ground. 

After what felt like eternity, he finally pulled away.

“I want to give you everything, Y/N. Champagne fountains, caviare mounts, lavish balls, grand feasts, and more. If you asked me to carve out my very heart, or sell you my soul, I’d offer them up on silver platter in an instant,” his hands cupped your cheeks, “Let me give you everything,”

You stared up at him, cheeks flushing more under his palm. Your knees threatened to give way, but you managed to remain upright, and muster a smile. 

“Are you asking to court me, your highness?” 

“Nothing so pedestrian,” he scoffs, “I’m asking you to be mine. To let me indulge in every last piece of you. And in return, I’m giving you myself, my court, and whatever you long to indulge in, so long as you call me your own too,” 

You rolled your eyes at that, but can’t do much to hide the twinkle in them. 

“I suppose you are the prince of overindulgence. Perhaps I’ll give it a try, demon,” 

Gluttony grins down at you. 

“Just a try?” he dares.

“I have to know if I like it before I indulge,” 

He scoffs, leaning down to nip at your neck. 

“Have my previous attempts not been satisfactory?” he gestures to the ice dragon head.

Huh. You’d forgotten about that for a moment. 

“You’ve merely demonstrated your determination. Now it’s time to demonstrate just how deeply you wish to indulge. Over champagne perhaps?” 

“I shall have an entire fountain of it readied at once, should you return to my court with me,” he offered his hand.

With a tiny smile, you took it, holding tight.

“I can’t wait,” 

[geekgirles]

i see NOTHING circus-themed in bee's design 😭 she just looks like a cluttered genero mess k can't believe we got her after asmodeus

Personally, I adore Bee's design, but I must admit it took me an embarrassing long amount of time to realise she was indeed the show's version of Beelzebub and not another character altogether. Seriously, until I first came to Tumblr after the episode's release and saw people saying she was the Lord of Gluttony herself (which I get she literally introduced herself as, it's just that Cotton Candy had way too much going on for me to lock onto that particular detail), I was convinced she was supposed to be like a "higher class" breed of Hellhound.

Like, I thought she was Beelzebub's pet and that somehow made her more powerful and different from other Hellhounds; I legit thought that was why her name was practically the same but with a hyphen. I was legitemately convinced she was some sort of "tailor-made" Hellhound made to resemble her master Beelzebub more closely to make her stand out from the regular Hellhounds. Though the reason behind this misundertanding is due to her mention of Belphegor not letting her use her party drugs. I misheard her, thinking she said Beelzebub, and immediately assumed she was subservient to her instead of, well, being her.

Having said that, I do think Bee's design is appropriate. It just represents and reflects so much behind-the-scenes stuff!

Firstly, we have, of course, the inlusion of Kesha. I'd say Vivziepop owes a huge chunk of her fame to her Die Young animatic featuring her werewolf character, Jay Jay, singing the song in what was essentially a tribute to the artist. So with that in mind, it's obvious Bee's more canine design is clearly the crew's way of saying they've finally come full circle now that they got Kesha herself to voice a character for them. Further proof of it is that obvious reference when Bee even ended looking like Jay Jay during Cotton Candy by getting Jay's blue fur and pink hair.

(Well, to be fair, Jay Jay began appearing more often with light blue fur and bright pink hair after she debuted in Die Young, but I remember a sneak peek of another animatic where she would have her later colour palette and be singing Kesha's C'mon. So the point still stands).

Secondly, I personally think she does embody the circus troop theme, deep down, just maybe not in the way you'd expect her to.

Just like Lucifer and Ozzie's are ringmasters and Mammon is a jester, Bee is supposed to represent confectionary stands (hence, her constantly conjuring up fast food and sweets) and animal acts. Now, if you ask me, I'd say the animal act side of her is both very subtle and incredibly on the nose, as much of an oxymoron as that is.

On the one hand, the only thing really reminiscent of animal acts are the hoops and loops she has around her house, which are very easy to overlook.

But on the other hand, there's also the fact that her subjects are Hellhounds, or at the very least they seem to feel the most at home with her. In fact, Loona's adoption papers have her signature, meaning she oversees the process to some degree.

In a way, the Deadly Sins resembling their subjects is another recurrent trait, though Asmodeus looking nothing like a succubus is a clear exception (and Mammon seems to be a literal money tree).

We have Lucifer, whose Ring is mostly inhabited by Sinners and his standard form is the most human-looking one...

There's Bee being essentially an alpha Hellhound (Fox)-Bee Hybrid...

And if his app is anything to go by, Satan might just as well end up being a more powerful kind of Imp.

For all we know, Belphegor might be a Baphomet too! Especially seeing as the Sloth Ring seems to be mostly populated by them.

(I know this one in particular works in the Lust Ring, but you know what I mean).

And there's also the fact that it seems to be a reference to the Divine Comedy, if my memory doesn't fail me, where the Gluttony Ring was inhabited by Cerberus. So in that respect, Bee being a Hellhound is very consistent, especially because going back to the act she's supposed to represent, her ruling over Hellhounds essentially turns her into a beast master!

And of course, we can't forget she's supposed to represent Gluttony, over-consumption, over-indulgence, excess... All things that can easily be found in wild, out-of-control parties. And what is Bee's character deep down? A literal party animal!

So yeah, in my humble opinion, Queen Bee-lzebub is both a very imaginative and faithful take on her character, as well as the character that best reflects how far Vivziepop and Spindlehorse have come. Though that might just me being biased by how much I love her design LOL.

[captainfightingflower]

Y’know what annoys me? Most Trivia Murder Party fans. If you feel like you belong in the most category and/or feel like you’re going to be attacked by reading this: please do not read further, this isn’t designed to be an attack on anyone, but i do not sugarcoat my feelings one bit ether. Now for the rest of you who are interested in reading out my very long vent about my distain for the fandom’s babification of TMP & TMP 2: click “Keep reading” instead. (But be warned: my words are venomous to the ill prepared.)

Now this isn’t talking about ALL of them: i mean for starters, i have no qualms with the majority of Russian Trivia Murder Party fans, since they actually stay quite true to the themes of the source material, i’m talking about the actual children who take this game that’s themed around horror and death and turn it into a children’s show!

Like the amount of poll vaulting these children do with their headcannons to remove everything that’s scary or even SLIGHTLY violent about the Trivia Murder Party series deserves an Olympic medal. There’s a joke about masturbating in a cemetery for Pete’s sake! The “not family friendly” tag is there for a reason.

I mean not only do they infantilize the host, turning them from a quirky individual who can be incredibly threatening when they want to be to just “uwu stabby stabby”, but they also somehow manage to infantilize the VICTIMS! Y’know, the voodoo dolls that are meant to represent you, the player behind the phone?

And i mean i have nothing against giving the victims a little personality, but like...god these guys treat The Jester like they are an actual infant! If i was shot everytime i saw a “Jeter likes cheese” post; it’d be a miracle if i was still alive! And why do you guys ship them with The Sheriff of all victims?!? I just don’t get that, never did and probably never will. Not to mention how much they downplay some victims like Lust, Pride, Gluttony or Despair, to the point where they don’t even resemble their sins anymore!

Now let me tell you about these headcannons. First of all: the whole “they get turned into the dolls” pisses me off SO MUCH! Every time i see this happen, it just RUINS my enjoyment then and there. The only reason why these kids even headcannon this is because acknowledging the fact that whenever a doll get’s shot, or stabbed, or thrown into a blender: there’s supposed to be a human that’s getting mystically mangled like the doll! And since any blood whatsoever is too scary for them to handle, they would rather turn people into dolls or completely remove the voodoo from voodoo doll. Because god forbit a piece of media run by a serial killer have blood!

And don’t get me started on the shit-show that is Schmitty X [REDACTED]. The amount of hurdles these babies jump to justify that this is a healthy relationship and not abusive stockholm syndrome is frankly disgusting. Now it’s one thing to base your ship entirely around the original Trivia Murder Party, where they are just friends and shipping them wouldn’t be problematic. And it’s another thing to ship them and make it an abusive one. But...god...god these kids are so insistent that ether 

A. It’s all fake, and that the trauma Schmitty is going through is just coincidental (which i find to be a copout that does not make sense, especially if you add the fact that they believe YDKJ: FS’s ETS is fully real [which i’ve already made a post about my gripes with that]).

B. He forgave him after realizing that it was his friend who kidnapped and tortured him for actual years (which is much worse).

C. TMP Killer kidnapped him because they were attracted to him (which is not only significantly more worse, but also what the fuck are you implying with that).

Or D. All of the above (which does not make ANY sense and violently contradicts itself).

I don’t get why these kids want to back Schmitty up in a love corner with Cookie Masterson & the Trivia Murder Party killer, when cutting him out and shipping “Murderson” instead is infinitely better! (No i do not ship Cookie X [REDACTED], if you were wondering; i’m just pointing out the obvious).

I mean where’s the violence? The angst you guys love so much?! What’s stopping you from drawing gore of the series that’s just BEGGING for it?!?! It seriously reminds me of the Creepypasta fandom or the Five Night’s at Freddy’s fandom, but at least with those two: i can actually FIND gore and angst about it! I have 3.81 GB of JUST Trivia Murder Party content stored in my Fun & Games drive, and barely ANY of it has even the SLIGHEST bit of blood or the MODICUM of angst!

Honestly i just wish that these children would grow up and start making some content that’s actually true to the source material of the game they claim to love so much.

[teeth-cable]

This is what I mean when people who redesign Hazbin and Helluva characters do a better job at capturing the character and Viv's style than Viv herself.

You can feel however you want about this redesign but to me it does a better job at Beelzebub and portraying her sin.

The artist making her a fly helps her stand out from the other Hellborn species and implies she is important because she is the only character we have seen who is fly demon. It's also very loyal to Beelzebub's original design and makes it clear to the audience she is supposed to be Beelzebub for that design choice. While Viv's Beelzebub being a fox-bug hybrid, having more emphasis on the fox part made it hard for audiences to tell she was supposed to be Beelzebub because she just look like a powerful Hellhound and the bug elements were reduced into small details.

Another thing is how obvious the food theme is now. I've seen fans explained Viv's Beelzebub actually does have food elements in her design, the hair and lava lamp parts. But to me, those parts of Viv's Beelzebub design were only put in for aesthetics purposes, rather than telling anything about Bee's sin. An average person wouldn't see the connection because Viv's Beelzebub lacks a food theme in her overall design despite being the Queen of Gluttony. The artist giving Beelzebub a prominent food theme is clever because it's another way to tell people she is supposed to be Beelzebub while avoiding leaning into fat-phobic stereotypes. This Beelzebub having cotton candy hair is nice too since it gives the Cotton Candy song more of a connection to Beelzebub than just being another irrelevant Helluva Boss song that a character sings.

The last thing is it's just easier to animate. I like Viv's Beelzebub as a concept outside of Helluva Boss but in the show the design fails for multiple reasons, one of them from an animation standpoint. Viv's Bee is overly complicated for it's own good, having too much pointless details. If everyone else had designs with the same amount of complexity as Queen Bee's, people would be more forgiving because it would be normal for Helluva Boss but it's not and it's what makes Beelzebub stick out like a sore thumb. It makes the animators job much more stressful and harder than it has to be and hearing Erin Frost's experience and the animation studio review doc, Viv is definitely not paying her animators enough to justifiably give them unnecessary overdesigned characters to animate.

I really like this redesign because it actually fits Viv’s interpretation more, or at least how she described it lol. It’s circus and food themed, but also it’s an insect so the audience actually knows that THAT’S Beezlebub, unlike Viv’s actual design because it feels more like an OC rather than a textbook demon.

[byuntrash101]

The Damnation of a Saint

Pairing: DomDemon!Baekhyun x Nun!Reader

Genre: Fantasy, smut 🖤

Tags: *inhales sharply* plot, demon (Baekhyun is the literal Sin of Lust), nun!reader, religious themes, big fat cock, literal supernatural sex, super dom Baekhyun, also Love Shot Baek with the light blue suit (thank me later haha), masturbation (f), thigh riding (?), manhandling, fingering (f), oral (f), degradation, praising, corruption kink, impact play (light), breeding kink, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, breath play, dirrrty talk (filthy) and more~

Raiting: 18+

Word count: 11.4k (you’re in for one hell of a ride. pun intended😈)

Summary: Everything is boring when you're an immortal being like Baekhyun. But that is about to change when the other Sins talk to him about an unbreakable rightous and virtous girl that was just ordained nun... Wouldn't make God himself a cuckold be the greastest achievement yet for the Sin of Lust ?

A/N: Guysss!! Finally!! It's here!!!! I have been working like crazy on this for such a long time, it's the longest one shot i've ever written! It feels good to finally be done but also i'm so nervous to let you guys down. But I did do my bestest and i hope it shows. -Cat😸

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Gif credit @thristyforbaek

The Damnation of a Saint

Baekhyun was bored out of his mind. Like he had been for decades now, even centuries. He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel… well… anything and after years of vegetating he didn’t care enough to even try. So he just laid there, absentmindedly tapping his fingers as he stared blankly at the emptiness, comfortably set on the bed of dark purple smoke he had materialized.

He let out an audible annoyed groan which didn’t fail to catch the attention of the other demons there.

“What’s wrong?” Kyungsoo asked as he was feasting on some delicious meal he poofed out of thin air.

“I’m bored” Baekhyun complained, dragging out the word on his tongue, transmitting his state of utter apathy to the others.

“Why don’t you go up and play with the Humans?” Chanyeol suggested while checking himself out in the mirror.

“What’s the point? They are no fun anyways!” He sat up straight on the cloud of cotton like smoke.

“Why?” Yixing asked” You used to love going around and breaking up happy marriages, luring in women and men with your charms… That was always fun!” He said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

“Yeah maybe it was…”Baekhyun replied. “2 millenniums ago… When everything still felt fresh. Now I know that Humans are only self centered vile creatures who only claim to have better morals than us because they are scared of the consequences of succumbing to their primal instincts. When in fact, all they want is to eat, kill, have sex or not do anything at all.”

“That’s not entirely false” Yixing said, shrugging, already giving up the idea of comforting him.

“I mean where’s the fun if you can’t break their minds to give in? If they don’t resist the call of evil? If you can’t erode their will like a rock made smooth by the incessant beating of the cruel waves of the sea.” Baekhyun huffed in a quiet, defeated voice.

A silence settled for what seemed a long moment, even for immortal creatures for whom time doesn’t mean much anymore.

“Well you never tried with that girl…” Junmyeon started. “What was her name already?” He turned to Chanyeol but he was too busy looking through the hand held mirror and Kyungsoo had his face buried in a huge bowl of chicken broth. “Yixing?”

“Y/n” Yixing responded with no conviction.

“Yeah! That's right! That girl is unbreakable” Junmyeon affirmed. A ray of hope crossed Baekhyun’s eyes.

“Oh yeaaah… I remember her” Kyungsoo said, not taking the time to swallow before talking. “Even I tried!”

Now Baekhyun was definitely interested. Most people give in to Gluttony, it was, so to speak, the easier sin of the seven to succumb to. Rare are the people who say no to the second piece of cake after the birthday party or to the “all you can eat” special at their favourite restaurants.

“She refused to even taste the delicious meal I made her sister give her even though she was starving… instead she gave it to the homeless man living not far from her apartment.” Kyungsoo stated with aberration before plunging right back in the ramen bowl.

“Mhm” Baekhyun scratched his chin as his curiosity for that girl rose.

“Yeah one day I tried to make her give in to Sloth by making her miss the train and the bus she needed to get home after work and conveniently laid a 50$ bill in the gutter. All she had to do was to bend down and get it to rent a taxi to her apartment. But instead she took the money and walked to the police station, which was in the opposite direction and then walked back home only to take a shower and leave right after to attend the charity soup kitchen. Anddd...Just explaining this made me tired” Yixing complained in one single breath as he took Baekhyun’s seat on the plushy smoke.

“Maybe that one can be interesting after all” Baekhyun whispered.

“Yeah no kidding” Junmyeon added. “And you know the best part?” A perfidious smile pulled on his delicate features. “She was just ordained nun.”

Baekhyun’s face turned serious. All of a sudden the girl went from distraction of the day to possibly the ultimate challenge of corruption Baekhyun has been waiting for god knows how long (and he surely did not like to use that expression).

“Don’t mess with me Envy!” Baekhyun called Junmyeon by his official name, testifying the gravity of his statement.

“I’m not kidding Lust” Junmyeon mocked Baekhyun’s serious tone by also using his Sin name. “She decided the life of material things wasn't the way to happiness so she devoted herself to a humbler one, gifting her time and belongings to the poor and destitutes while she devoted her body to God only… look… Here she is”

With a flick of his wrist, green smoke emanated from thin air and formed a pierced circle where in the middle the reflection of a girl could be seen. Y/n was quiet, in the very humble room, a single window shone down onto the bed as she knelt at its side, palms joined, retreated into silent prayers.

She’s perfect.

That was Baekhyun’s first thought as an obscene smirk tugged at his lips. The black and white uniform she was wearing, the habit, couldn't fool the trained eyes of Baekhyun. All the fabric in the world couldn’t hide away the glorious curves of her body, beautiful round ass gently nested on her heels. The holy swells of her chest softly lifting the thick black material of the habit and the wooden cross she was wearing around her neck.

Divine.

Was what described her best.

“She’s beautiful” Baekhyun huffed in a soft murmur.

“Yeah I know.” Chanyeol said, finally letting go of the hand held mirror. “I thought with such a pretty face she’d be easy to convince that she’s above everyone else and just make her a pretentious, too-far-up-her-own-ass bitch. But I quickly realized it was a lost cause” he concluded.

“Yes…” Baekhyun spoke softly as he stared intensely at the girl. “She might just do”

***

You were on cleaning duty at the church today after the office. Even if the church was quite big it didn’t intimidate you and you truly intended to clean nicely and thoroughly. You started with scrubbing the ancient cobblestone of the old church with warm soapy water. Then you dusted the chairs and the effigies. Your heart was at peace as you felt useful for your community. Silence helped you connect to the spiritual nature of the place.

So for hours you diligently washed, dusted, scrubbed, cleaned, polished, until everything was neat and right.

But as you were tidying the confessionnal you noticed a small piece of colorful paper peeking from underneath the bench of the cloister. When your hands hazardly caught the object you realized it was a magazine and when you finally let your eyes fall on it you realized of what nature the magazine was.

Porn. A pornographic magazine.

The cover displayed several nude women adopting very suggestive poses, one of them even dangerously leaning her face towards the intimate parts of another one.

The obscene imagery made your heart race and you started to feel dizzy. You sat yourself on the bench and rested the lewd magazine in your lap. You took a deep breath and, very slowly, parted the red curtains to make sure you were alone in the church. Then you… flipped the pages.

“Oh my... Look at that! Y/n is flipping the pages!” Kyungsoo exclaimed.

“Oh she’s definitely curious for it” Chanyeol laughed. But Baekhyun refused to believe it just yet. Something about your body language was not right.

“Shhh” he shushed the others and motioned for them to keep looking through the green smoke.

As your fingers glided across each page and your face flushed bright red you came to the end of it and closed out the magazine. You sighed, letting your shoulders drop, closing your eyes in relief.

“Well…” you started “nobody left their name in it” you said to yourself, completely unaware the demons were spying on your every move. Not that you expected that anybody would leave their signature in such a piece of literature but still you had to at least try to find the rightful owner before taking actions.

A loud complaint erupted from the demons. All in disbelief. You looked at the magazine, true. But it was not for an impure purpose. It was only in the hopes of finding the name of the true owner and hopefully, return it back to them. You had no interest in the salacious scenes presented in the glossy pages. The rushing blood to your cheeks wasn’t due to any feeling of arousal or libidinousness. It was only the shame of invading someone’s privacy.

Once again your intentions were completely commendable. Immaculate.

As the demons protested and complained, Baekhyun, on the other hand, felt excitement. A feeling so distant and faded that it felt foreign. Baekhyun had forgotten all about this thrill. He didn’t remember how tingles tickled the tip of his cold fingers or how his guts swirled around in frenzy. This feeling was joy. Pure joy. Sweet intoxicating euphoria. And it was all thanks to you.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you” he told you, the unsuspecting girl on her way to discard the impure magazine. A paltry, too poor of a stratagem to make you succumb to the darkness. You, the pious and saintly nun.

***

Cutting the vegetables was not your favourite task around the convent. You liked cleaning and tidying up better. Only because you were more on the active side and you liked how cleaning would make you break up a sweat when the whole monastery needed a dust off but nonetheless what you liked most was to help the community. And knowing the soup you were cooking up with the two other sisters was going to feed everyone was a fulfilling feeling. Well enough to make you happy.

So you were contemplating life cutting off the homegrown zucchinis when Sister Chaeyoung started to giggle. You didn’t pay much attention until Sister Nayeon started to snicker along with her.

You lift your eyes up and the both of them instantly stiffened up and started to act suspicious.

“What are you laughing about you two?” you asked, an amused smile playing on your lips.

“Oh nothing” Nayeon said, hiding something behind her back.

“Come on, I want to laugh too” you said, the smile spreading further on your face.

You three are the youngest in the convent so you do many duties together, you grew quite close with the girls.

Chaeyoung rips something from Nayeon’s hand and proudly shows it to you.

“Look at this carrot” she said, puffing an adorable laugh.

It’s true the carrot has quite the... interesting shape. First of all it’s quite large, abnormally thick for a simple carrot. Homegrown vegetables are never like the perfectly shaped ones from the store and it’s definitely the case for this one. It has a slight upward curve and the extremity has a very distinctive shape. It’s phallic.

You delicately took the vegetable from the hands of Chaeyoung.

It’s almost unnatural how close the resemblance is, like it can’t be due to fortuity… The thick tip, the robust and curved upright shaft, the asperities reminiscent of the blood engorged veins, even the small slit at the top… The details are impressive.

“Look look” Chanyeol exclaimed, nudging Baekhyun in the ribs as he still observed you through the green fog. “She looks interested. I think it’s done this time”. Baekhyun stays completely silent but a smrk pulls on his lips when he notices how you eye down the forbidden vegetable (no pun intended), how your throat seems to thickly swallow and how your lip slightly trembles.

It feels so empowering, finally getting at your strong willed spirit, finally getting lust to creep under your skin. For these long seconds of contemplation, Baekhyun can only imagine the wicked places your mind races to. But right when he is about to open his mouth and declare victory. You laugh.

Baekhyun’s eyes nearly pop out if their sockets as this laugh rips through him.

You laugh so openly, your head hanged back, eyes creased. The laugh is like the rest of you, joyful, clear and pure.

You are only amused by such a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course it’s funny and you were never the stuck up kind.

“I guess she’s only laughing at your stupid tricks” Yixing says while shrugging.

“Shut up” Baekhyun spits as he watches the scene unfold.

The three of you just laughed, enjoying this bonding moment together while the stricter, older sisters and the Mother Superior weren’t there to dim down your childish and silly amusement. It was just some light hearted, innocent humor to you.

Nothing to shake your faith or virtue.

“Now let’s finish up the soup, girls” you said, setting the amusing carrot on the cutting board. Before chopping it up and tossing the pieces in the big pot.

“Maybe we should have kept it” Chaeyoung whispered with pouty lips.

“Don’t be silly” you replied with a smile.

Baekhyun felt anger building up in his stomach and rushing through his veins to burn down his chest and neck. As much as he hated to admit it… Yixing was right these stupid tricks were no match for the unwaivering rightousness of your mind. These would certainly suffice if it was any other soul but not yours. Not you.

So Baekhyun was resolved to adopt drastic measures. Something he hasn’t done for centuries. But something necessary. This anger he felt, the deception upon failing once again. He hadn’t felt that in so long, he felt alive finally. It’s ironic how an immortal soul forgets how to feel alive for the simple reason that nothing is a threat to their existence. It is immuable, infinite, certain. Therefore unexciting, monotonous and lifeless.

So the negative feelings reminded Baekhyun of a purpose he once had, they reminded him of the stakes that used to be. Y/n reminded Baekhyun of being alive. Him, the unholy and vile Sin of Lust.

***

“You cannot be serious” Junmyeon exclaims, rubbing the deep crease between his eyebrows.

“I am most certainly serious” Baekhyun assures. “Now is the best time”

“Why?” Junmyeon asks.

“Because today she’s ovulating. Her body is most likely to respond to the primitive instinct of the survival of the species. Meaning that her spirit is most likely to be weaker.” Baekhyun explains his plan.

“But how do you plan on actually interacting with her? You know you won’t be able to have physical contact with her unless she summons you. And I don’t see how or even why she would call your name three times” Chanyeol pointed out, barely looking in his direction.

“I know that I’m not stupid” Baekhyun said with an eyeroll. “I won’t need to touch her to break her” he assures.

“But how if she can’t even see you?” Junmyeon was about to lose it.

“Hey calm down. You look like Jongin.”

“What did you say about me? '' Jongin yelled from across the empty space, interrupting his card game with Minseok, living up to the sin he was incarnating. Greed and Wrath were always the ones that involved themselves the less with the others.

“Nothing” Junmyeon cut him short, knowing well that once his arge was unleashed it was difficultly containable. “How are you going to corrupt her if she can't see you?”

“She will see me” Baekhyun smirks.

“Not in the monastery she won’t, not on sacred ground” Junmyeon mocks his overly confident tone.

“Not if she invites me in” Baekhyun’s smik grows wider as silence settled in the unholy space between hell and earth. Junmyeon laughed hysterically, holding his ribs as he wiped off a tear in the corner of his eyes.

“And how will you manage that?”

Just then Baekhyun’s phone chimed. All in the room looked incredulous when he fished the device out of his pocket.

“Since when did you-” Baekhyun simply brought his long pointer finger to his lips and shushed him.

“She’s waiting for me”

***

“A disaster” Mother superior exclaimed as she threw her arms, looking at the flooded basement. “We cannot go to the retreat and leave until the problem is fixed. The humidity can damage the foundations of the monastery. “I’ll stay and figure it out”

The sisters all let out frustrated sighs.

“You should go Mother” you step in. “The sisters need you at the retreat as well as the faithful… I’ll stay and get things in order”

As much as you wanted to go. Someone needed to stay, that much was undeniable and the wisdom of the Mother Superior was needed at Lourdes. So it wasn't without a little sting at the heart that you waved goodbye to a bus full of your friends, your sisters.

You went back in and sighed at the mess. The ancient timber beams were slowly soaking up the stagnant water, the old stones of the walls were being eroded and the humidity was not good news for the cheeses and yogurts you were making, not even mentioning the ruined mushrooms you were about to harvest before the disaster. Of course the boiler was old and rustic but Mother Superior always made sure it was checked annually and repaired when it was needed before any damage could be done. But even the most diligent mesures sometimes can’t avoid the hazards of life.

You went back up and searched for a plumber in the local newspaper. Luckily there was an ad for one that was living in town.

Byun, plumbing/heating engineering at your service, the flashy ad read.

You looked at the time, it was late afternoon, probably a little too late to take up a new job, but you figure there was still hope he could at least pick up the phone and maybe fix a day for him to come have a look at the leak. You wasted no time and dialed the phone number.

As the tone rang you suddenly got nervous. Ever since you joined the convent you didn’t interact much with the outside world except the followers coming to church or the people you were helping. So this upcoming conversation was making you agitated.

“Hello, Byun, plumber and heating engineer, how can I help you?” You are surprised by the voice at the end of the line. You never expected such a smooth, melodic voice to pick up the phone.

“H-Hi! I’m sister y/n from the Monastery of the Sacred Mission, our basement flooded, we think the boiler possibly needs to be replaced. Is it possible for you to come take a look?”

“Oh! Sorry to hear that. I’m guessing much damage has been done…” his concerned tone somewhat eased your nerves.

“Unfortunately yes”

“I see… I can come right now”

“Really?” you blinked your eyes twice in surprise. “Well that would be marvelous” you say cheerfully “but wouldn’t you be working past hours?” you ask concerned.

“It’s okay. You help others so much. Now it’s my time to help you” his tone changed, a subtle switch you can’t put into words but it’s sending a shiver down your spine.

“Thank you”

***

“Thank you so much for coming this quickly” you thanked the man as he stood in the impressive frame of the heavy convent door.

You took a step aside to let him in but he just stands before the front steps not moving an inch. You throw him a puzzled look but he just stares back blankly at you. There’s a moment of hesitation.

“Please come in” you hesitantly say while amicably smiling at the man.

“Thank you” he simply responds.

As soon as he steps foot in the door frame you feel a cold breeze run on your neck under the habit and shivers run down your spine. It’s true that fall is well advanced now but such cold winds are usually never felt before winter. But you make little of a simple gust of wind.

“Hi. I’m sister y/n. Nice to meet you” you stick your hand out to him. He looks down at it and fumbles with the tool boxes but he just politely nods back at you.

“Sorry, my hands are kinda dirty” he laughs nervously “and the name is Baekhyun” he flashes the brightest smile you have ever seen. For a second your heart skips a beat and a foreign feeling blossoms in your chest. You never expected this unknown plumber to be this handsome.

He had shiny chestnut brown hair resting on his head and just as healthy round, fluffy cheeks. A defined jawline, high cheek bones and on his glossy skin were scattered here and there some discreet moles.

His body was cladded in an unbuttoned navy blue overall that let peak out a simple white t-shirt underneath. You could tell the outfit had undergone various difficult jobs as the fabric was thinned out at his knees and had various stains of paints and plaster.

He looked like a kind man. Like the kind of person you would give communion to without confession. The kind of person that just has a good heart. It was that kind of reassuring and warm aura that you felt from him. Something that puts you at ease right away.

You led him to the faulty boiler.

Right away he got on one knee and started to inspect the recalcitrant piece of machinery.

“Well I’ll leave you to work on your own” you said as you retreated to take your leave. Baekhyun only politely nodded and smiled in your direction before turning his attention back to the problem.

While the plumber was working you put your time to good use and organized the paperwork of the Mother superior. Doing such work was always tedious for her because she wasn’t exactly the organized kind of woman but you were and you knew doing that you would be of great help to her but also the rest of the convent. Since the task was quite large, it took quite a long time and it’s only when your stomach emitted a loud grumble that you realised the evening was well advanced.

You figured Mr Byun was hungry or at the very least thirsty after working for so long. So you grabbed a metal tray and brought him a set of the specialty sugar cookies the convent was selling and a generous serving of cold water embellished with a dash of freshly squeezed lemon juice to make sure Mr Byun’s thirst would be well quenched.

When you passed the archway that was leading to the boiler room your heart nearly stopped beating when your eyes met the working plumber.

Swiftly you spinned on your feet and hid yourself behind the wall, only peeking an eye out the corner to still be able to witness the novel scene taking place in front of you.

Baekhyun had tightened the sleeves of his blue overalls around his waist and was wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Clearly the labor was not restful because even of you couldn't tell if it was from sweat or from the leaking water of the boiler his white t shirt was wet and sticking to his skin, making the fabric lightly translucid, you could guess the pink colour of his nipples and the outline of his well built body underneath. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up and were tightly hugging his congested arms while his long fingers were wrapped around a wrench as each twist of his wrist was making the veins of his forearm bulge out.

You loudly gulped down a lump in your throat. Your hands tightly held onto the tray in the fear of letting it fall to your feet.

But your misery was far from over because before you could realize it Baekhyun was pulling on his shirt and passing it over his head. Every muscle of his broad back moving around, contracting and relaxing in a beautiful dance, shining under the golden hour sun seeping through the small single window of the basement. Water and sweat was running down his back and at his flanks, when he turned around, your eyes dashed around his naked upper body. You couldn’t decide where to settle them. His collarbones, his pecs, his abs, the dent at the sides of his abdomen, his (very) low resting overalls…

Your heart was about to give out. You had seen male bodies before, never in real life that was true but you did once or twice on TV or on billboard ads of men’s underwear.

But, never, you felt that. That feeling. This tingly feeling building up in the low pit of your stomach, making your guts stir around, making your palms sweaty, making your heart helplessly hammer against your ribs, making your eyes widen as you couldn’t peel them off the naked wet skin of the handsome stranger. This feeling of immoral interest for another person’s body, this longing for somebody else's touch.

This feeling of Lust.

It was completely foreign to you.

If it wasn’t for Baekhyun you would have chugged the whole carafe of lemony water by yourself because you never felt your throat as dry as it felt right now.

“Look! Look!” Junmyeon shouted, staring at you through the green smoke. “Y/n is giving in”

“Look at the way she’s staring at him!” Kyungsoo said as he was shoving a chicken wing in his mouth.

“Wow” Yixing added “She definitely isn’t thinking about church appropriate things”. Yixing laughed but Chanyeol scoffed.

“If she likes him, wait till I show my human form. I’m infinitely more good looking than him”

“Not everything's about you Chanyeol” Junmyeon scolded him.

With trembling hands you settled the metal tray onto the window sill. You poured a glass of water and presented it to Baekhyun.

“Here” you unexpectedly manage to keep your voice calm and steady. “I figured you might be thirsty or hungry.”

“Oh thanks” he said, wrapping his hand around the glass, carefully avoiding touching your hand in the process, probably trying not to get sweat and dirt smeared on you. “I just got done actually”

“Oh wonderful” you exclaimed, maybe a little louder than expected. Maybe eager to get rid of that immoral feeling that was awakened by his presence. Baekhyun cocked an eyebrow and gave you a puzzled look at the unexpected outburst of joy.

“Why? Are you impatient to throw me out?” he smirked as he took a step closer. You did your best to lock your eyes with his, not to let them wander down his still half naked body. Baekhyun made no effort to cover himself. Your heart seemed to be trying to break through your rib cage to get a chance to beat closer to Baekhyun’s chest.

“No it’s just that…” you took a step back “you have been working for so long you must be wanting to go back to the comfort of your home” you quickly get back on your feet.

“Why?” he asks tit for tat, taking a step closer again. “No woman is waiting for me at home.”

Baekhyun hears the faintest little gasp escape your lips and he knows you are shaken. You, the unwavering nun, the faithful saint. You are considering giving in to the primal and lowly instinct of desire.

Baekhyun senses it. He sees it in the way you hurriedly lick your dry bottom lip, he sees it in the way your eyes dart between his lips and his eyes, he sees it in the way you stopped backing away from him.

You, y/n, you are giving in to pure sexual need. No love, no sentiment involved. Only desire to feel a complete stranger’s body against yours, only pure and untainted lust.

If only he could touch you. If only he could, it would be so much easier to help you gently fall into the welcoming and serene arms of corruption. But he can’t and that’s what is making the whole thing exciting to him. He has to use trickery.

But if you make the slightest step towards him, if you let your guard down and let him into your heart then he will have won and that was all that mattered. If you tilted your head and you puckered up your lips to kiss him, if you took a step towards him to press your body against his, if your lifted your hand to feel his wet, glistening skin under your fingers, if you did anything to welcome the unholy desire, if you opened yourself to lust, then touching you would have been unnecessary because Baekhyun would have won and you and God would have lost.

And victory was close. So close when he was as near to you as he could. So close when he slowly approached his face to yours. So close when your heart was pumping torrid blazing blood through your veins, so close when your mouth started to water, so close when your lips started to quiver, so close when your eyelid started to flutter but....

Again, you stepped back.

“What?!” Junmyeon shouted.

“No!!” Kyungsoo added, staring at your unsuspecting reflection in the green smoke.

Baekhyun’s shoulder dropped along with the satisfied little smirk.

“Thank you for fixing the boiler this quickly” you said, averting your eyes, finally breaking the spell he had casted on you and peeling your eyes off him.

Baekhyun had cried victory too soon. He had counted the chicken eggs before they hatched, he had put the cart before the horse. In other words… he had underestimated you.

He underestimated your will, your faith and your unwavering sense of righteousness. The other Sins had warned him though but he didn’t listen. They told him it was impossible to bend you. All of them had tried before and none succeeded so it was undeniable now that Baekhyun was just going to join them in failure.

“Don’t worry about it” he smiles at you, deceit peeking behind his shiny brown orbs.

Baekhyun has accepted defeat when you lead him back to the door of the convent. He walks away but turns around half way only to see your still body standing straight in the doorframe, perfectly incarnating your strong, unbending mind.

You only politely smile when you push with difficulty the big heavy door, finally closing it in with a loud thud.

“Fuck… I guess Baekhyun failed too...” Kyungsoo stated as he watched you close the door. But Junmyeon looked at you with a knowing grin.

“I’m not so sure…” he said as the smirk tugged further at his lips.

***

When you have finally escaped Baekhyun’s taunting eyes, you lean your back on the sturdy door, your mind is exhausted. You close your eyes to catch a breath but the only thing you can see is the working man’s godlike figure, the translucent white t-shirt cladded to his skin, the sweat dripping down his temples, the bulging veins of his forearms and the V engraved at both side of his lower stomach. And the more you think about it, the quicker your breathing gets.

You’re all alone here… Your sisters and Mother superior are all gone. What wrong can it cause if you gave in just this once? Not that much right?…. Just this once.

With big strides you walked to the kitchen and handpicked a nicely shaped carrot, almost regretting not listening to Chaeyoung and keeping that other one.

But this one was going to do the trick. It was not too thick and just long enough to help you carry out your unholy business but not too big to actually leave a mark on you and strip you of the precious veil of chastity that you managed to keep intact all of these years.

You climbed up the stairs with haste, avoiding the marble eyes of the holy figures represented in the halls only to take refuge in your bedroom.

You slipped out of your shoes and laid on your bed. You didn’t even bother taking the habit off, it wasn’t going to take long anyway, you simply pulled it up.

When you slid off the white panties you realized how soaked you were. You couldn’t believe it. Your whole life you’ve never felt this way, the feeling was overwhelming and needed to be dealt with immediately. You wiped out the forbidden vegetable and clumsily rubbed the thinner tip on yourself. The cold sensation took you aback and pulled a small gasp from your lips.

You coated the root with your juices and then you aimed it at your entrance. You slid the carrot inside, it was too thin to hurt in any way but it was well long enough. When you reached the bottom of yourself you couldn’t help but to let out a satisfied grunt at the sensation of the vegetable rubbing against your sensitive spot.

You pulled it back out and slid it back in, this time a little faster. Heat gained over your body as your eyes fluttered close and you recalled the unfairly handsome and devilishly sexy working man.

The muscles of his back, his broad shoulders, his collarbones.

“Aaah” you sigh. “Baekhyun” his name rolls off your tongue.

His chestnut brown hair, his lips getting close to yours, his warm breath fanning your face.

“Baekhyun'' you moaned, more high pitched this time as your wrist was getting more and more reckless, each time deliciously scrubbing your walls in divine and forbidden pleasure.

The way he looked at you, the way his eyes were filled with the same desire you had for him. The way they spoke volumes about the sinful things he wanted to do to you. And God... did you almost let him have his way with you.

You started to clench around the root, each time you pulled it out your walls were eagerly gripping on it, refusing to let it go, so you smashed it back in with force to grant their wish. Your walls quivered around the vegetable, a foreign and unknown euphoria was taking over you and you knew you were done for.

“I’m cumming” you whispered to yourself as you felt the tightening in your core reaching a novel level. “Baekhyun” you cried out one more time, being only a few back-and-forths away from your sweet release but you couldn’t pull it through.

Because without knowing, without realizing, completely unsuspecting, you called his name. You called his name three times. You summoned him.

Purple smoke started to erupt from the corner of the small poorly lit room by the late evening sun. With terror you wiped the vegetable out before you could finish and covered yourself with the habit you were still wearing.

From the smoke appeared slick shiny white chelsea boots resting under a pair of light blue dress pants. As the smoke got thinner you could distinguish a matching light blue blazer with a low neckline that was showing glistening soft skin underneath. And finally when the smoke was completely gone you saw his face. Baekhyun’s face.

But he looked different. His hair wasn't a warm chestnut brown anymore it was a deep burgundy red and his all aura had changed when he wasn't wearing the blue and spoted overalls. He looked expensive, confident and mighty sexy.

Your eyes grew the size of saucers when your mind finally wrapped around the information your eyes were transmitting.

“Well well…” Baekhyun steps closer to the bed while you jolt yourself to the headboard and the wall.

“What are you?” you whisper with a trembling lip, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing through your veins, ready to flee if need be.

Baekhyun looks at you, puzzled for a second. Then he laughs, head tilting back. The laugh makes the hair in your nape stand. It’s unnatural, cold and fundamentally evil.

“Me?” he asks. Right then you feel your body being magically lifted from the soft mattress. You shriek again, utterly confused while Baekhyun’s magic slam you against the bare walls of the humble bedroom. The tip of your toes barely scraping the worn out wooden floor.

Baekhyun steps towards you, taking his time to look at you. He leans on your ear and whispers.

“I’m a dream come true, baby girl” his voice is deep, sultry, self-assured. Everything you’d imagine it to be.

A faint gasp escapes your lips as you feel his warm breath on your neck.

“What do you want?” Your voice, on the other hand, is the complete opposite: muted and trembling.

“Just want to finish my business with you” his face stays right where it is, nestled in the crook of your neck. Lips so close you can feel the heat radiating from them but somehow still too far, unable to touch you.

“What business?” you whimper.

“Darling.” Baekhyun clicks his tongue in disapproval. “There’s no point in fighting anymore. Stop playing dumb with me. I know you’re a smart girl.” He takes a big whiff of the scent of your shampoo. “I already won darling... that very second you decided to give in to the thought of me. That second you closed the big heavy door and thought you escaped my eyes. That second I won.” A wicked smirk pulls on his lips. His words barely made any sense in your mind.

This languish was torture, this state of expectation, of suspense. This proximity. You’d just wish it’d stop. Be it touching you for good or get away finally. Just as if he reads your mind he gets even closer. Now it's not only his lips taunting the thin skin of your neck, it's his whole body, completely conceilling yours; but still… Not touching you.

“Sure winning felt good. But you know what feels even better, Princess?” You can’t bring yourself to formulate words and only whimper in response.

“I asked you a question, Darling” he grins, relishing on your anguish, placing both his large palms at both sides of your face, trapping your frail figure between his arms and the wall.

“It’s to finally touch you”

So he finally lets himself take a deep dive into you. The plush warm lips crash onto your neck, giving wet sloppy open mouth kisses while you can’t help but tilt your head back giving him more access.

“What a good girl you are” he growls, not taking the time to part his lips from you.

His left hand goes to your chin and turns it to make you face him, without much hesitation he plants a wet kiss on your lips, your cute whimpers and gasps are the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.

It gets heated as Baekhyun pries your hesitant mouth open and shoves his tongue inside. His delicious taste spreads through your mouth, making your head dizzy. He tastes like the sweetest candy, like you just took a bite of the juiciest strawberry. Ripe, just in season, absolutely delicious.

You moan into his mouth and he smirks as his grip around your chin gets tighter, he lifts his knee to part your legs and his thigh rubs against your center. You can’t help but to moan louder, the unsolicited pleasurable friction making you incapable of reciprocating the kiss, your dangling feet nervously giving small kicks in the air.

Baekhyun finally parts from you, allowing you to catch your breath. But he’s far from done with you.

“I know you long for more than this baby” he whistles while his hand goes up your thigh, still clothed with the thick fabric of the habit. “I know you languish for pleasure” his blunt nails go up your arm and you realize you are still holding onto the root. He rips the carrot from your hand.

“You won’t need this anymore” he says before smashing the poor vegetable on the ground sending millions of orange pieces flying across the room, you flinch once more at the demonstration of such strength.

“Mine is much bigger than this. But don’t worry, baby, I'll make you nice and ready for me” he growls before placing both of his strong hands on the habit and just like that with astonishing facility he rips through the black gown. But not only, everything covering you is ripped in two and that also goes for your bra that falls to the ground. With the one deafening sound of the fabric ripping you find yourself completely naked in front of the demon apart from the veil on your hair and the rosary laying on your chest.

You flinch and your hands fly to cover your modesty but Baekhyun once again laughs and you feel an irrepressible force pin your wrists at each side of your face. You snivel and squirm trying your hardest to move, to hide away from the eyes of the demon.

“Fuck, Princess, you don’t get to hide anything when you look this good” he says in a breath, eyes darting all over your naked figure. From your dangling feet, then your thighs tighly pressed together, then your flushed face and to the Rosary sitting between your gorgeous breasts, swaying every time you kept trying to break away the spell pinning you against the wall.

He brings a cold hand to the side of your breast and you can't help but to moan as you feel his soft hand against you, his finger suddenly pinching your sensitive and stiff nipples. You let out a high pitched whimper.

“So sensitive” Baekhyun mocks you while he flicks the sensitive bud. Then he lifts his hand to harshly slap against the innocent lump of flesh, you jump in surprise at the sensation. But the surprise doesn’t come that much from the sudden pan but rather from the enjoyment you got out of it, the sting sending electricity to light up your core.

With another faint movement of the head Baekhyun makes you open your legs widely. You whimper and feel tears build up in the corners of your eyes when he finally lays eyes on your most private part. And you realize with dread how wet you are. Soaked. Juices streaming down to your inner thighs making them glisten under his persistent gaze.

“Fuck baby” he exhales out one heavy breath. “You got this fucking wet for me?” he says as he crouches down, inching his face dangerously close to your exposed center.

Embarrassment reaches an unbearable level and tears spill out your eyes, wetting your cheeks as you squirm, trying your best to escape Baekhyun’s spell.

“So here’s the little hole I’m going to split in two” he says as his breath brushes over your wet folds.

You squirm even harder, somehow feeling Baekhyun’s spell loosen around wrists and ankles.

But he aims his pointer finger right on your soaked bundle of nerves, earning a loud scream from you. The sudden pleasure from the perfect amount of pressure he exercises on you makes you completely immobile. Torn between the need for more of this foreign forbidden joy but also the fear and shame of letting a demon have his way with you.

“What? You’re not fighting me off anymore?” He starts to draw small circles on your bud. Your wetness makes it easy for his finger to glide across the small and stiff organ. You moan a little louder and he starts going faster.

“Does it feel good, Baby girl?” his voice goes down an octave as pleasure gets to your head, making the room spin, luckily you don’t have to stand on your legs.

Baekhyun goes even faster when you don’t reply.

“I said, does it feel good?” his tone is as harsh as his restless teasing of your nob. Hellish circles sending blazing heat to your whole body as you feel the pleasure rising in the deepest part of your core, your walls quivering on themselves.

But Baekhyun slows down at the worst moment. A wicked smirk pulls on his lips.

“Good little sluts should answer when being asked a question.”

His pace is now just fast enough to keep you at your limit, each spasm of your core, testifying of the agonizing muted pleasure he inflicts you.

“Answer!” he orders while he presses on your painfully sensitive bundle of nerves.

“YES! Yes it feels good” you burst out, panting, sweet pearling between your breasts, giving in to the pressure.

“Good girl” he says as he finally lifts his hand from your sensitive parts. You sigh in both relief of finally being let off the hook but also in frustration of the displeasing feeling of his denial.

But before you can celebrate or pester he shoves that very same finger inside you. You don’t know by what ungodly miracle he can do that but he manages to aim straight at your sensitive spot, applying divine pressure deep inside you. Your eyes instantly roll back to your head as you feel the will of fighting off slipping through your fingers.

Baekhyun chuckles at your reaction, he enjoys every second of your agony.

“Fuck, baby are you this hungry for my fingers? Your sluttly little cunt is gripping on it so thightly” he chuckles again while he pulls his finger back. You hate how right he is. You hate how you feel your walls clenching around him, how you feel your own body crave for him as soon as his finger slips out.

But it doesn’t last long because you feel him fit a second finger inside you, this time taking the time to gently stretch you until his blunt nails reach as deeply as they can.

You let out a moan through gritted teeth, the pleasurable sting making beads of sweat pearl at the sides in your face.

“Fuck! Your virgin little pussy just loves to be stretched like that doesn’t it?” He leans even closer to your sopping center.

Tears continue to run down your cheeks as pleasure rises again. Baekhyun picks up the pace, stretching your walls so deliciously, pumping his two fingers in and out of you, each time he pulls out he rips a moan out of you. Again you start to twitch around his fingers and he smirks down on you. Pleasure continuously rises and you make this silent prayer that he who finally takes you over the edge, over the barrier of this beautiful and forbidden land that you stayed away from all these years.

But again he comes to a stop. This time tears of pure frustration run down your cheek as you pathetically buck your hips up trying to fight against Baekhyun’s spell pinning you down the wall.

“Aww.” He cooes in a mocking tone. “Darling I’m sorry… were you about to cum?” He says while you shoot him a death glare. He chuckles at your reddened cheeks and your frowned brows.

His finger swipe across your fold pressing on the lonely bud once and you instantly drop the angered look, your eyes droop at the sensation and you can’t help but to grind against him, your modesty made so eager by his touches.

“Fuck, look at you” he slips one finger inside, pumping it very slowy in and out. You bite down on your lip. “Acting so fucking distant only a few minutes ago…” he adds a second one as you moan out in bliss. “When in fact you were craving for this… for me…” he fits a third one inside your already crowded heat. And your moans now mix with confused sobs.

This intense feeling as you screaming at the pain and pleasure blending into a dangerous cocktail.

“Fuckkk” you curse out, allowing yourself another sin you managed to avoid up until now. Which has the demon showing more teeth.

“What a good little slut taking all of my fingers so good” he says as he takes his time thoroughly stretching you out, his blunt nails pushing against your sensitive spot, while his face is closing in the distance with your intimate parts. Your eyes flutter close as the muscles in your neck give out and you let your head hang back on the wall, while you focus your sense of touch between your legs.

“Look at me” Baekhyun grunts and your eyes snap back open instantly meeting his dark ones, his irises seem to go black with perversion.

“Now I’m gonna make you cum” He announces as he picks up the pace once more, but this time it’s different. You can tell he doesn't intend to stop before it’s over. “I want you to never forget this. This feeling you’re about to experience.” His wrist takes a punishing pace as your eyes are locked with his. Pleasure sending radiating heat through your body, chest heaving up and down as you moan out loudly with your jaw hanging open. “Every time you’ll think of me I curse you to feel exactly… like… this”

Baekhyun finally wraps his mouth around your lonely and eager little clit, flicking his tongue on it as his fingers relentlessly punch your g spot, both sources of pleasure go to your head and your first orgasm finally drops over you like a wave, taking you away with its raging current.

Your cum squirts out of your body, water like liquid rushing out of you and filling Baekhyun’s mouth, drenching his neck and bare chest in the low v line of his light blue blazer. He moans, lips against yours and sending delicious vibrations into you.

You scream out as the level of pleasure rips through you, your walls clenching around Baekhyun and twitching uncontrollably as your whole body shakes, still magically pinned down to the wall.

When you finally settle down he slows down and takes his fingers out of you, wiping his mouth down with the back of his hand and licking his fingers clean.

“Hmmm” he smacked his lips, seemingly to enjoy the taste you left in his mouth “It’s true… Good little sluts like you taste much better”.

Baekhyun cuts the spell and stands back up, your exhausted body drops to the floor, your weakened legs unable to support your weight.

Baekhyun has had enough of this teasing and he grows impatient. He brushes back the cum-soaked locks of burgundy red hair sticking to his forehead. The wet skin of his chest shining down at the dip of his light blue blazer. Your eyes trail down below the belt you gasp as you see the outline of what was hidden from your eyes all this time… Even still restricted by the fabric of the light blue dress pants, the thickness and the length have your heart racing again.

“I want to feel you around me. Now.” he growls in the deep voice that lifts goosebumps all over your naked skin.

Suddenly your body is magically lifted up again but this time Baekhyun throws you on the bed. The veil is barely hanging on to your hair anymore.

Baekhyun walks to you as he takes off the blazer and the rest of his clothes. You gulp down at the sight of his perfectly sculpted body standing beside you. The glistening chest made wet with his sweat and your cum, dripping down his abs even down to his crotch where you barely even dare to look.

There it is. The Absolute Sin.

Baekhyun’s long, thick, twitching, veiny, hard cock.

If you weren’t still in this daze from your first crushing orgasm you would have screamed at the monstrous thing. It’s so thick, so long you can’t even begin to imagine how this is about to fit inside you.

Baekhyun chuckles when he catches the panic swimming in your wide eyes. He thrives on this fear. And he knows exactly how it’s going to go. He can’t wait to see the very same eyes look at him in need when you will beg him to never stop fucking you. Because he broke you once and he intends to do it over and over and over again until you can longer remember anything but him.

Baekhyun dips both his knees at your sides and his body weight makes yours sink in the soft mattress while he shimmies his way up between your wide open legs.

He rubs the thick blazing hot tip on your still very sensitive bud while he stares down at the place your two bodies meet. You try not to moan by biting down on your bottom lip.

“Please” you meekly whimper. His dark eyes shoot back to yours.

“Please what?” he smirks.

“Please don’t… Do that…” you puff, as fear crushes your chest. Baekhyun chuckles again and brings his hand to very gently and softly brush his thumb on your cheeks and lips.

“Babygirl” his deep voice purrs. “You are under no spell here. You can control this tiny little body of yours. So go ahead” he taunts you as his hand goes down from your face to your sensitive nipples. “Go ahead and close your legs.”

What? No… It isn’t possible.

There’s no way he’s not the one forcing your thighs apart like this. But you give it a try anyway. When you attempt lifting your ankle it actually works. You can move. But… somehow you…. still don’t.

“Go ahead babygirl” his hand goes down again to your stomach. “Close your legs on this poor, aching, desperate….” he flicks his pointer finger on your clit “virgin little pussy”. The sweet sting makes you moan out, arching your back instinctively.

Baekhyun waits a few seconds staring down at you with amusement as you don’t move an inch. Your body keeping your legs nice and open for him against your own will.

“You know what?” he takes his hand back “Okay I won’t… if you are still this strong headed after all of this maybe you’re right. You are a pure spirit and I can admit defeat when I have lost.”

The smug look he wears completely gives him away but… you just can’t risk it. You can’t risk him leaving you like this.

“NO!” you yell, extending your hand to him as he’s already getting off the bed and on to his feet. “I...I… Ok… do it”

Baekhyun’s expression here takes a turn. The smug smile is completely wiped off his face, only dark brown serious eyes look down on your naked frame.

“Yeah?” he comes back to bed and lays over you. He brings his lips close to your ears and he seductively whispers against your neck as your eyes flutter close. “If you want it babygirl. You’ll have to properly beg for it”.

Your eyes snap open. But Baekhyun only looks dead serious.

“I-i” you start but Baekhyun lifts his hand to let it slap against your wet cunt. The whacking sound bounces off the bare walls and the stinging pain as you grunting in unsolicited pleasure.

“I said properly. I want to believe you” his voice has nothing of the playful undertone it had a few moments ago. You don’t think twice.

“Please Baekhyun. I implore you to fuck me. Please fuck and use my slutty virgin cunt as much as you’d like. Please hurt me and rip my virginity away. I want to scream and cry out your name. I want to be yours. I want to forget everything about the good girl I used to be, I want to be your whore. Forget about my soul, just take it with you back to hell.”

Silence fell as a grin played on his lips. It’s not smug or playful, it's wicked, downright evil. Suddenly his body is elevated in the air and purple smoke envelops him again. For a second you are scared that he’s actually leaving but you hear the distinctive shrill sound of the metal scraping against the wall. You look above your head and you witness with dread the crucifix above your bed being slowly turned upside down. The ominous imagery lifts goosebumps off your skin and sends a cold shiver down your spine.

Soon you see his body peek out as the smoke dissipates. It’s still him but he changed.

Huge wings are open behind his back, covered in raven back lustrous feathers, shining under the moonlight peeking from the window as a dark night is now settled. Two black horns have pierced his skin at each side of his head, pointing upwards, resembling the ones of a spanish bull. His body, somehow, looks even more defined, the muscles of his abs and arms seem to bulge out. He looks strong, menacing, and dangerous.

“You have such a way with words” he says as he floats back between your legs, his huge ass cock sitting on your stomach. “Now I'm gonna make all of this come true”. He brushes the precum soaked tip once again on your slick folds. “I never fucked a mortal in my true form before. I can’t guarantee you’ll come out if this alive”

But you’re already set on it and if you have to die then be it…

“I don’t care” you whisper as your eyebrows meet and you look back at him with need.

You brace yourself when you feel him finally push himself inside you. You can practically hear your hymen rip in two to make way for his huge cock. The puny little carrot could never compare to the size of him.

“Good little slut you are. Willing to die for a round of fun with my huge ass cock”

Sharp throbbing pain rips through your lower stomach as you frown and grunt.

“I know…” Baekhyun purrs as he leans over in your ear “I’m big” he says as he finally reaches the bottom of you, linking his hips with yours. And he pulls out a lot faster than what he came in. Your eyes roll back and you crush the pillow over your mouth to yell in it.

But when he goes back in again somehow pain has lessened and pleasure is slowly taking its place. Soon the pain as sharp as it was is no more, only a vague memory you can’t even recall as your mind is too preoccupied by the incommensurable pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel.

“Fucking whore” Baekhyun grunts as he mercilessly rams up your pussy, making it the shape of his cock. “Cheating on God feels good doesn’t it? Your whorish little cunt can’t resist this fat demon cock can it?” he growls.

You start twitching once again around him and Baekhyun instantly recognizes the familiar clench he felt earlier around his fingers.

“Are you going to cum?” he asks, panting above you.

You can’t even process the words you’re hearing as your eyes roll back and your jaw falls open. But you’re brought back to your senses when Baekhyun’s big palm slaps your cheek forcefully. The burning pain takes you aback and stops your never ending ascension to pleasure. You whine a complaint and Baekhyun grabs your face into a strong grip.

“Good little whore has to ask first” he says, still deeply pounding your precious little pussy.

“Please, please, please, can I cum? Please” you mumble as his pace makes it hard to hold yourself back.

“No” he responds harshly. “Not now” he says, smirking evilly. Enjoying this anguish in your eyes as you try your best to control your body. He brings his hand and pinches hard on your swollen little clit.

“Aaaah” you scream, arching your back and pressing your head back into the soft mattress.

“You’ll cum when I’ll tell you too” he snickers down at you. And the pleasure keeps on building, frustrated tears start to wet your cheeks again.

“My God please…” you whine, as tears stream down your face and your pussy clenches around his thick cock as a desperate measure to finally let it cum. Baekhyun scofs.

“Sorry but he left you, Darling.” He starts to draw circles on your sensitive and aching bud, still maintaining the punishing pace of his cock rearranging your guts, making the rosary jump with your breasts with each powerful thrust. You cry out as it’s becoming nearly impossible to keep yourself from cumming. “He abandoned you to me” he growls, his low voice sends electricity down your core.

“Pleaseeeee” you plead once more, desperation oozes out your broken up voice and finally Baekhyun pronounces the magic words.

“Cum. Cum for me like the godless little whore that you are”

Finally you let go. You let Baekhyun’s skillful hand and monstrous, merciless cock take you down to the hellish pit of lustful sin. Pleasure takes over you and clouds your vision, everything comes to a blur as you can only concentrate on the throbbing of your cunt around Baekhyun’s thick dick. You moan out his name in pure agonizing bliss. The orgasm is even longer lasting, even stronger than the one he gave you moments ago. And you know for a fact now that there’s no going back.

The good girl that you were died. Baekhyun killed her. And you let him do without batting an eyelash. But fuck this was so good. You felt no shame, no regrets, only unholy desire for the demon’s heavenly cock.

Soon the high wears off but Baekhyun doesn’t seem to care and keeps on pounding you, taking a bruising grip on your parted thighs with both his hands.

“Please” you whimper again as your poor little pussy might split in two from clenching and throbbing this much right after an earth shattering orgasm. Baekhyun chuckles in between heavy breaths.

“I just came” you cry out, turning into an over-stimulated mess.

“I don’t care” he spits, using you like a fucktoy just like he pleases. The exhausted quivering of your restless pussy starts to build up again and before you can even realize it, Baekhyun’s thick cock has you flirting with the edge of the bottomless pleasure pit again.

“Please” you whine “Please stop” you beg him, breast violently jumping all over the place with each of his brutal thrusts. But he keeps on going, growling as his eyebrows meet, handsome face contorted in pleasure, biting his lip. Big strong body pressed over yours and full black feathered wings completely concealing you, one his horns even scraping the wall with one too violent move.

“Pleasee” you whimper again. And suddenly your body is being lifted and flipped over by Baekhyun’s spell. You land on all fours, completely confused.

“Don’t you get it?” Baekhyun says as he slowly pushes himself back into your soft and warm little throbbing cunt. You moan as you gladly take him back. “You sold your soul to me. You don’t get to ask for anything anymore. So I’ll fuck you for as long as I see it fit” He says before pushing down on your face, shoving your head into a shamefully submissive potisition, your ass up in the air, ready to be destroyed by him once more.

His fat cock parts you so deliciously as lewd wet sounds ring to your ears. It is like your once virgin pussy has completely taken the shape of his monstrous dick. Every movement he makes rips a delight moan out your lips, you have no will to fight anymore. You only want him and this delectable high he makes you feel.

“Fuckkk” you cry out as he starts to go faster again, the quiver in your lower stomach making a quick return.

“You’re my thing now.’ He rips the veil of your hair and sends it flying across the room. He grabs a fisfull of your hair, harshly pulling on it maintaining your face forward but your chin still firmly planted in the mattress, asserting his dominance on your frail figure. “My toy you hear?” the sting on your scalp and his cock has you completely fucked out. Your eyes roll as heat spreads through you again, your jaw falls open and your tongue slips out. You’re fucked out dumb.

“Yeshhh” you mumble.

“I’m gonna make you cum again and this time I will fill your dirty little cunt with my cum” The obscene sound of his balls slapping against your slick folds and clit bounces off the walls.

“Yesshh pwwease” you reply as your tongue slaps against your chin with each inhuman upshot of his hips deep into you, sending strings of drool on your chin and staining the sheets.

“You know what it means? Today you’re ovulating.”

Your eyes snap back open.

“I’m gonna force a child into you. You’ll take my seed into your fertile womb and life will sprout inside you” His grip on your hair tightens and you feel him start to twitch inside you.

“You want that?”

“Yesssshhhhh!!!” you yell, you’re ready for anything if it means he let you cum again.

“Then take it. Take my cum you depraved slut” His second hand leaves your hips to grab the rosary still around your neck and pulls on it while still maintaining his grasp on your hair.

Bloodstream to your brain is stopped and you start to feel dizzy. A deliciously light headed sensation fills your head up as your pussy quivers into a third orgasm. Your hungry cunt squeezes Baekhyun’s thick length as its life depends on it, demanding every last drop of cum the demon has to offer. You clench and throbb around him in pure joyful sin as he takes you to the deepest part of this abysmal and cursed pleasure. Taking your sanity and everything that was left of the old you to the pits of hell with him.

Baekhyun’s throbbing cock gushes out thick streams of piping hot cum that stains white your walls, shooting straight up to your womb, assuredly knocking you up in the process.

You yell and moan out one last time. You are in heaven. This is pure euphoria. A kind of contentment no amount of spirituality and virtue can give you. The kind of happiness you can only experience when you let go of everything you’ve ever known to throw yourself into the arms of the most pleasurable sin of all.

Lust.

***

The next morning when you wake up at dawn with the chirping birds you feel nauseous and disoriented. You look around the room and find it immaculate. Your habit is not ripped in two, it's neatly folded along with your underwear on your bedside table. The room is clean and neat, there’s no traces of small pieces of orange carrot anywhere. And you’re wearing a comfortable full length pyjama gown.

In a flash, memories of last night come back to you. You remember the light blue suit, the black bull horns, the black wing, the defined abs, the devilishly handsome good looks, the tempting smirk and the huge thick angry cock and immense forbidden pleasure that came with it.

You sit up and look behind you hastily, the wall is perfectly smooth, no scrapes of the black horns and most of all the crucifix is perfectly normal, hanging right side up.

You spot the small, thin, intact carrot next to your pillow. Yes, you sinned but you knew if you confessed and prayed hard enough God would forgive you. Afterall she never did such a thing and it was shameful and wrong yes, but also harmless masturbation. They are greater sins, like selling your soul the Sin of Lust and bearing his child… You shook your head, chasing away the blurry memory of the nightmare, feeling a weird tingly build up in your lower stomach as you saw flashes of the evil smirks and the huge monstrous...

“It was a dream” you say out loud, sighing, hoping the sound of your own voice will prevent you from imagining more of the sinful imagery. “Just a meaningless dream” you tell yourself.

Convinced the soreness between your legs only comes from masturbating for the first time and that the nausea is nothing to worry about, that the spasm inside your belly are benign little cramps.

Baekhyun smirks in victory as he looks at you through the pierced purple smoke. He made it. He broke you beyond repair. He went, won and marked you and soon he was going to be back to take back what you have promised him: an offspring and you.

“See you soon Y/n” he chuckled.

***

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[witching-by-the-willow]

Questions I have after reading KOTC:

If anyone has theories about any of them, by all means, please feel free to reply to or reblog this post, or even send an ask (as yourself or anonymously) if you feel more comfortable with that.

The theories I have are posted here! You're welcome to discuss and add your own there too!

THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS.

1. Wrath's Bonus Chapter from KOTW makes very little sense to me now...I think Pride still needs to marry for some reason, but why?

2. Was Vittoria originally going to marry Pride, or Wrath? She said she was taking the devil as her husband, but it's very likely she thought it was Pride and I recall Wrath said the bargain was with Pride, so I'm guessing him...?

3. What was Wrath doing the night they arrived at Gluttony's and didn't show up to check on her?

4. How did Envy manage to maim Wrath in the first book? Did he and Envy strike some bargain? I don't like the idea, but I can't think of any other reason he wouldn't go and annihilate Envy back in Hell...And Wrath also says no other Prince would be stupid enough to mess with the Devil, aka him. That makes me think he planned that course of events and getting stabbed. Thoughts?

5. Nonna said as long as a Prince of Hell draws breath, he would show up when summoned by the Mark. But Wrath said he hadn't healed enough to travel between realms. Am I just reading into this, or was there another reason for him not coming?

6. Did Wrath send that dress she wore when entering Hell? It seemed to match his theme. 👀

7. What was Wrath doing the night he was supposed to take her back from Envy's house? And whatever it was that had him busy, was it the reason for the timing and intensity of the first training session?

8. Where do people in Hell go if someone kills them?

9. What the hell is up with Vittoria? I have a few theories about her, but I'd like to hear other people's opinions on her.

10. What is "VIII"? It seems like the 8th circle of Hell, but what is it, when there are only 7 sins?

That is all I can remember for now, but I might add more if I see any other puzzling bits!

[commenter2]

Hazbin Hotel seven deadly sins headcanons

I like how Vivziepop and the writers are giving their own twist to demons in the shows such as making Lucifer a bit of a goofball. It makes me wonder what they will do with the other demon lords of Hell, AKA the seven deadly sins, so I thought I’d post some ideas for what they could do with them.

Keep in mind these are just ideas and not written in stone, especially since we don't know much or anything about them.

Mammon (Greed)

Though he loves getting money, he usually tends to spend it as quickly as he can get it.

Though greedy even he believes in tipping well at restaurants, which he always does.

He is a big believer in lifetime warranties and insurance, even willing to pay huge insurance bills in the slightest chance he can benefit out of it. I could see this leading to a funny moment in Helluva Boss where after running into I.M.P, to the imp’s surprise he thanks them for destroying his theme park as he got back much more money then he did running and maintaining the park.

Besides to make money, another reason why Mammon made Loo Loo Land was to get back at Lucifer, as he originally wanted to make and run an amusement park of his own but Lucifer beat him to it.

Not only is he a good businessman but he is also a great lawyer, especially corporate and copyright law, I mean how else do you think he got away with Loo Loo Land.

He looks like a jester because that was his first job and he loved it and the outfits. It’s also where he realized that entertaining people is a great way to make money.

Asmodeous (Lust)

He is a big romantic. He has a philosophy that being physical with someone in anyway such as holding hands, is not only a great way to express love but also an important step to finding a person’ true love, who he is confidently still looking for.  

He use to have a crush on Lilith, which is somewhat accurate in this one tale where the two are married. If that “big romantic” headcanon is true I could see him still having some feelings for her but he wouldn’t dare break up Lucilith as he ships them hard, and wants a relationship just like theirs.

Some stories have him being defeated with the aid of fish so I see him having a huge fish allergy.

He is a tech wiz and also loves building machinery even giving himself cybernetics, which would explain his appearance in the S1 trailer a bit. He was the one that built the first Robo Fizz and other contraptions in Hell.

He gets 3 heads when he turns into his full demon form. Each head represents a certain part of his personality but the center head is the dominant one.

He likes singing, even owning a recording studio and usually makes record deals with talented singers, like Verosika Mayday…for a time but that’s a different headcanon/theory. It would be fitting with myths that have people being entranced by singing/music.

Beelzebub (Gluttony)

He use to be a stereotypical glutton but a few hundred years ago he had a epiphany and is now an exercise nut, which works for him as it allows him to eat whatever he wants though he is smart about what he eats.... most of the time.

He is an amazing chef, being able to make 5 star meals out of the simplest and craziest of ingredients, like adding grapes and soy sauce to ice cream.

He brews beers as a hobby, one of which became so popular that he was able to sell his own brand (as mentioned in episode 3 of Helluva Boss).

He’s ok with the nickname Bub but don’t call him Bubba or else !

He has a hand in rehab centers as he knows what its like to be addicted to food and drink and wants to help others overcome it.

Despite getting the “title” Lord of the Flies he HATES insects and arachnids.

Satan (Wrath)

The reason Imps treat him like a god is because he created the Imp race. I could see the origins being how the first Imps spawned from his blood the day he and the others were banished to Hell, which in a way would explain why Imps shares similar physical characteristics associated with Satan.

He surprisingly tries to control his anger, doing things to calm him down such as taking deep breaths and trying to catch himself from screaming.

He runs an anger management class on the sidelines.

Though he is usually in a grumpy mood, I can see him becoming a totally different person when his family (if he has one) is in the room as they seem to be the only people that truly understand him.

He is a expert fighter, mastering all kinds of fighting styles.

He is the most honorable of the sins as he always keeps up his end of bargains and doesn’t try to trick humans when making deals.

He hates being cold which is why he loves living in the ring of wrath.

Though there are some major difference in there personalities, he and Asmodeous are best friends. Some people even compare them to being like brothers which could be a weak reference to that old saying of “love and hate are more alike then you think”. Heck a sub headcanon to this is that they dated for a bit.

Leviathan (Envy)

He is the youngest of the demon lords and because of this many people treat him like a teenager, which he hates.

He was the one who came up with the phrase “I do not envy you” which did make him popular for a time but has now annoyed everyone for his overuse of it.

He was the first copycat in history.

He is a really talented actor, being able to play any kind of role whether it be the serious main villain or the bumbling friend of the main character. He even does his own stunts and fighting choreography.

Though he is a water creature and a good swimmer, he always brings a water tube to the beach/pool as he likes to just float in water from time to time.

The myths about mermaids were based on his OC idea of his dream woman.

Belphegor (Sloth)

He is a bit of a hypersomniac.

I could see him having a opposites attract relationship with some as the person he dates/married to is really active and surprisingly Belphegor does a lot of active things with said person cause he cares.

He is quite smart and the most creative of the group as he came up with a lot of ingenious ideas over the millennia, which is accurate as stories say he would tend to give humans great ideas in deals with them. However because of his laziness his ideas can take along time to finish.

He, Asmodeous, and Mammon make up what people call the unholy marketing trio. Belphegor comes with the schematics, Asmodeous builds the product, and Mammon funds and markets the product.

Just like with Beelzebub, he doesn’t like certain nicknames like Bel for example.

He likes to review movies and TV shows.

I could see him having a tragic backstory of becoming a demon lord as the only reason he became the demon of sloth was because on the one day he decided to take things easy, which was never thought about before at that time, it lead to the eventual war between Lucifer and God. This could mean that he isn’t lazy, he just doesn’t want to do anything because he is embarrassed to show his face because of his one mistake.

That’s it for the sins but here are a few about Lucifer and Lilith

I can see Lucifer having a Mark Hamill Joker like voice.

In the Hazbin Hotel universe, Lucifer and Lilith were inspirations for other gods in various mythologies like in Norse mythology Lucifer’s antics inspired Loki while Lilith inspired gods like Freya and Sif.

Though Lilith is usually calm and collective on the outside on the inside a avatar of her, which I call chibi Lilith, is used to represent various emotions from great rage to Juvia Locker levels of love for her husband.

Be careful saying the word atom around Lilith as she will instantly appear and ask what or who your talking about.

What headcanons do you have about the sins ?

[thedeviljudges]

the devil judge + the seven deadly sins

so, i made a gifset about who i thought falls under the seven deadly sins. and also shameless plug - please go reblog the gifset i made for this. took me ages to do.

but i figured i might as well make a meta post to correlate. so this is that post. it’s not everything i could discuss. i could be here for hours more, truth be told. but i hope it’s enough to chew on.

while i feel like a lot of these are going to be a no-brainer, i still want to talk it through because idk. i can, and i want to, and i feel like it, lmao.

gluttony

the elite are privileged and have an opportunity to indulge so much more than the general public, but in many different ways. this is shown throughout the show in the fact that they can indulge on luxury food, have political power, they can make a phone call or snap their fingers and everyone must follow their orders.

and the thing about gluttony is that there is always more to be had. you take a little and then realize it’s not enough and so you ask for more. case in point: in episode 11 when sunah suggests that yohan could be the new president, the current one gives her an alternative: dictatorship. because it wasn’t just enough for him to be an actor and the presiding president.

you’ll also know they turn in on themselves - the two other guys in the elite group. one who owns the company and the other dude - i really cannot remember their names and what they do, but y’all know who i’m talking about. it was so easy for them, when threatened, to fabricate documents to give to yohan about each other in order to get ahead. gluttony is only shared in the relationships we have until one realizes they can take a little extra of the pie. it’s the selfishness of having all the leftovers. gluttony cannot necessarily exist without someone else’s sacrifice.

lust

i kind of had an ah-ah moment when i was talking this over with @technitango​. i was trying to decide who was going to be lust because lust is portrayed very, very differently in this show than what most of us are used to. we, of course, know sunah who lusts after a life of indulgence and riches because she equates that with respect more than actually wanting it because it’s monetarily worth something.

but then i realized the public is lust because of their need for justice. i won’t say revenge necessarily because they’re doing as they’re told when given the judge show. but we can quickly see how that evaporates into something akin to bloodlust, for criminals and people who normally get away with shit, to have their fair taste at conviction for their misdeeds. we even see it with yohan’s fanboy club - the lust that comes from adoration and dedication.

and even more so, the public is easily swayed and so is the nature of lust. it follows in the vein of needs and wants, and as soon as new information is presented, however may false, so does the wants and desires of what people want sway. how easy was it for them to turn on yohan for a split second on two occasions - on two accounts of bribery.

envy

envy, above all, is about wanting what others have because you do not have it yourself. it may not be exactly what they have, but a form of it. some people don’t necessarily want money - they want what it can by, which is time, health and material goods.

sunah is the perfect example of this. she envies respect and recognition. she talks about bright and shiny objects, and that’s true to her kleptomania tendences, but more than anything, she wants to be seen as an equal because being poor with a vastly different upbringing means she’s looked down upon by those she thinks matters.

which also begs the question why she feels the need to seek validation from people in higher statuses to begin with when she can be the exception and not the rule - form her own understanding and environment to show others that the typical way of the elite is not actually all it’s cracked up to be - to which we see when she has no one to celebrate her victory with. it’s lonely being at the top. you get to your goal you thought you wanted but then what?

more importantly, sunah also envies family, relationships and simply put, human interaction. she wants to be cared for and treasured, and she looks for that in her position of power. because then all eyes are on you. because then that’s what people care about. what she fails to see is that those eyes are just as fruitless and just as wavering. to be a leader means people loving the idea of you but not you as a person.

“people of envious nature are sometimes stimulated to seek to emulate those who have completed some great achievements and in doing so achieve something great for themselves,” according to Understanding Philosophy.

wrath

while i realize that gaon not might entirely fit the wrath trope, he certainly has his moments, and i think he’s lived with a tampered flame since his parent’s death. he just learned to briefly put it out in the form of distractions and a false sense of righteousness and justice. it isn’t until he meets yohan that someone finally gives him the okay to feel the entirety of his emotions, that lets him breath and tells him it’s okay to feel anger and hurt. and while gaon ultimately chooses not to exact revenge, his wrath is what led him to becoming a judge and walking away from his teenage crimality.

gaon transposed his wrath into seeking justice, transformed it into livelihood, and reformed his narrative so that he was no longer angry and a teen with rash emotions. it was simply redirected and never really forgotten. yohan turned that redirection back around onto gaon’s ultimate heartache. fueled with that, it became easier to justify himself and his actions.

the most pivotal moment of turning his back on this mindset is, of course, the minister’s suicide, where he takes a good look at himself and doesn’t like what he sees. at this point, gaon’s upset isn’t necessarily at yohan but at the situation in which they got themselves into. because the thing is, gaon doesn’t absolve himself from what they did. he doesn’t turn a blind eye to that and try to dismiss it. he owns up to what happened and confesses how he feels to yohan and how he has to leave for his own good, and in some indirect way, for yohan’s, too.

with yohan, his ultimately weakness, despite never admitting to it, is family. his wrath comes in the form of anger when the ones he loves are threatened. yohan lives by a moral code of loyalty because that means you won’t be abandoned, and as a child who lived with that verdict since the day he was born, it’s an ever-pressing theme of his.

thing is, wrath comes in two particular forms for yohan. again, one is family and the second is the rose-colored glasses he’s given himself in his revenge story. he’s always had a goal to presumably make right the wrong for taking away isaac, but within that, 10 years is a long time to plot revenge, to the point where it becomes so much easier to lose yourself to that, to become enraged with it and forget the initial goal all along. we see this in his inability to form the bonding moments needed with his niece and his casual throwaway comments over people’s lives - the comment he made to gaon about moving on to the next plan, and the ultimately nail in the coffin of pushing gaon to leaving him.

his fury has also led him to convince himself his own humanity is nothing short of a lie. therefore, it’s easier to justify the means to an end because of his own self-worth and self-deprecation. it’s almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy: he even admitted to gaon’s mentor that he is an abyss. he’s referred to himself as nothing but an animal or a monster - all characteristics of despondency to survive and to justify what he’s doing. sort of like a catch 22, yohan claims he’s an animal/monster and behaves as such, but because he behaves as such, it means he’s an animal/monster.

wrath for gaon and yohan are very different yet the same. they are slow-burning, and that’s a dangerous type. it’s actually interesting when you think about the fire imagery surrounding the two of them because flames are quick to lap at anything in its wake, to destroy within a matter of minutes. and yet for the two of these men, their internal fire eats them from the inside out, painfully, until they’re almost unrecognizable to others and to themselves.

sloth

sloth was a little more difficult to pinpoint because of its characteristics. it was either the minister versus the mentor, both of which i think could work in this role. however, i chose the minister simply because she’s featured more and intertwines heavily with the plot line.

soth is a medieval translation of the Latin term acedia, meaning “without care.”

the ultimate characteristic of sloth is often identified as laziness, and while it’s easy to argue that the minister hasn’t been lazy in her ability to get where she is, she became as much when she started lying to get to her position. isn’t lying known as the easier way out? it absolves you of responsibility, of putting in the hard work, of apologizing and making things right. in the end, she had a goal and found the easiest solution to get there through her lack of responsibility for the roles she more than likely swore an oath to.

but that also translates into the other attributes of sloth: a failure to do the right thing, lack of emotions for people or of the self, and the fact that it “hinders man in his righteous undertakings and thus becomes a terrible source of man’s undoing” according to The Seven Deadly Sins: Society and Evil.

while i think there are a lot of components of sloth that may not necessarily fit the minister, the apathy and carelessness are enough to showcase her aggression, despondency and restlessness when what little efforts she does put in do not go her way. another interesting thing to note is that many of sloth’s traits correspond with symptoms of mental illness, such as depression and anxiety. it’s an interesting thing to note given the way the minister chooses to end her life.

greed

i don’t know that jinjoo would’ve had any provocation to the limelight if it wasn’t for sunah’s direction, but she’s eager to please and wants to be useful. it’s only natural for her to want more because it’s clear she’s a career woman, loves her job and has a heart for serving the people.

but like gluttony, greed is also that little thing that plants itself and can take on a life of its own. you start looking for justifications as to why you can’t have more than what you do, and in jinjoo’s situation, she’s already overlooked through no fault of her own. and it’s not that gaon and yohan are doing it purposefully, which is what makes their neglect heartbreaking, because truthfully, they’re after the same thing jinoo is. sure, it looks different and the foundation of it is different, same with their motives. but they’re all three judges on a residing bench working to exact justice - even if all three of them have their own personal agenda. 

i don’t think jinoo fully aligns with greed, but she does want more for herself, and i think that’s only natural. you can tell she has a heart, and she’s keen not to be overlooked. this isn’t her pain point so much as it is she knows her worth and is more than ready to do what it takes to get where she wants. this, in and of itself, isn’t necessarily a bad trait, but we can see how it leads to being deceived, especially for someone who’s been left in the dark for so long.

she is enticed by the glitz and the glamour of being a head judge, but you can tell she feels some remorse and guilt for those thoughts at times. i think her sense of greed is a battle within herself more than it is extremely outwardly.

pride

soohyun’s pride comes in the form of her imbalance with right and wrong. her sense of righteousness and justice is so far leaning, even more than gaon’s. it can be chalked up to her being a cop, but we’ve seen instances of this outside of her role within that agency. her pride doesn’t let her see beyond saving gaon and getting to the bottom of every mystery that comes her way.

it also comes in the form of impulsiveness and her savior complex, putting elijah in danger, for example, instead of waiting for backup. it’s not necessarily from a belief that she can fix things all on her own, but she sees injustice and immediately jumps in. another case in point is her and gaon watching yohan wreck the minister’s son’s car. she’s ready to go stop him, but gaon pulls her back, most likely because at that point, they hadn’t been observing the situation for very long to get a read on it. also the fact that at that point, neither of them truly knew yohan and his capabilities.

but as to where her characteristics come from, we simply don’t know beyond that of gaon. it’s unfortunate because we don’t have much of her backstory, so there is no real understanding why she so firmly believes in entities of regulation beyond keeping her friend out of jail. she prides herself on her work and what she’s able to accomplish, which is why it’s devastating to her to have to protect gaon by cleaning up his bloody handprint.

aristotle is of the belief that, “pride, then, seems to be a sort of crown of the virtues; for it makes them greater, and it is not found without them. Therefore it is hard to be truly proud; for it is impossible without nobility and goodness of character,” from Nicomachean Ethics.

but pride for soohyun isn’t about honors or rewards. it’s for herself and her capabilities, her ability to protect gaon, and the virtues she’s set as the precedent for herself. because sometimes it’s not even about establishing morals and ethics upon yourself. it’s about feelings/intuition, logic and observation. and no, i don’t mean the feelings she has for gaon. there are things that humans do, both actions and words, that we inherently know are bad without someone telling us as much and without the rules of the world seared into our brains. there are some things we know, for a fact, are wrong to us as individuals.

for soohyun, she knows that gaon’s actions, and even her own, have consequences. from what we’ve seen, i think it can be argued that it’s really about not doing those actions to prevent an outcome - not necessarily from a place of being just and right. that doesn’t mean she doesn’t understand good morals/ethics, but again, we have no background of what her internal guidance actually is.

to put this in layman’s terms, we’ll use gaon wanting to stab the conman in his youth. soohyun knows it’s wrong because it will incriminate gaon and therefore she stops it. gaon’s gone to her because he sees her as a moral compass. but is her own internal navigation rooted in justice the way gaon had to find it in the judicial system, or is hers rooted in her pride of keeping gaon safe? she stops him from doing things that will get him in trouble, but is she stopping him because the action itself is wrong or because the outcome will result in undesirable consequences for the two of them?

and of course, there is a flipped argument to be had there - i’m not arguing that gaon stabbing the conman would be right or justified. but what i am saying is that for her, her worldview is the only right one, and when anyone steps out of that, even gaon, it becomes a bit of an issue: the pride she has for that is palpable.

every character indulges

truthfully, every character has at least one form of these sins rooted in their characterization. some are larger than others, but the breadth of it can be explored even further for each. and that’s what makes them more realistic and not just characters written on a page or following a linear progression of their writing deity.

the seven deadly sins are also notoriously rooted in religion. they’re also a defining feature of aristotle’s works that represent the golden mean, in which each vice is parallel to a virtue.

the devil judge is so layered, but i think at the heart of it, it’s about humanity at its core. sprinked in are the philosophies and contradictions and what it means to look in the mirror, what happens when we’re blind to seeing our true selves and most importantly, how much changes when we’re swayed by our own misgivings. it really asks us to understand nature versus nurture, that people must find a belief in something to keep them going, and how futile our hopes and desires can actually be if we’re not carefully regulating ourselves, nevermind the entities established by society to regulate us, too.

the entirety of the show genuinely begs the question as to who is truly right, who is truly wrong, and if it’s even possible to find the correct answer.

[yanderenightmare]

BNHA HEADCANNONS

YANDERE ! SEVEN DEADLY SINS

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, abuse, dubcon/noncon themes, mind control, profanity, threats, torture themes, kidnapping, abduction, Stockholm syndrome mentions, stalking

YANDERE ! BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN PRIDE CRAVES PROSPERITY – FEARS DEFEAT

Katsuki is, above all, a narcissist. He isn't overly delusional. However, his vanity knows no bounds. So, when he picks someone to be his soulmate, it’s very confusing and dawning for him when he realizes that his wishes won’t be met. He genuinely feels as though he is the perfect option for his darling, even though the option part of it all proves to become bendable after some time. After countless encounters, or so he feels, of him explaining and defining the situation of their relationship to his darling, something of which he considers as blatant fact meant to be respected, only to be met with laughter, she only brushing his bold statements off as simple jokes, he comes to the resolution that his darling is confused and doesn’t understand how great he is. And, what more, when his darling still has the audacity to refuse to appreciate his greatness, his superiority, even after numerous of his faked rescues, he realizes he simply needs to be a bit more aggressive with his approach. She obviously isn’t capable of taking care of herself, as delusional and naïve as she is. He is aware that kidnapping his darling is in basis wrong, he understands that she’ll need time to adjust, however he is confident, especially because she won’t be going anywhere anytime soon... this is where she belongs, safe and sound with him, whether she likes it or not.

One might mistake his drive for wrath, when in reality it’s passion. He’s prideful, but not without reason, he is a top-ranking hero after all. He craves prosperity; to always strive for a higher goal. And, although he’s not opposed, however not big on punishment, he’s very fond of rewards, as in: credit will be granted where credit is due. He expects his darling to show him the same form of respect. So, she better praise him for his efforts each time he offers them. Does his darling finally reach one of the goals he has set for them, either she finishes one of the meals he so lovingly prepared for her or she surrenders to him in between the sheets, she will be given a liberty and so on and so worth. Good behavior will be rewarded. This does however, by no means, make him and his darling equals. He takes his role as dominant very seriously, and makes sure to enforce this in the relationship each time he may feel his darling slip out of her role as submissive. He feels the unrelenting need to be above everyone else and for people to understand that they are beneath him. He fears defeat more than anything; to one day meet the realization that he isn’t, in fact, the best person to protect his darling. Never once realizing he is the only one she needs protecting from.

YANDERE ! DABI – TODOROKI TOUYA LUST CRAVES DEVOTION – FEARS LOSS

Dabi is a nasty, unrestricted, lustful dominator. When he decides that his darling is his, well… praying will do her no good anymore, it will only turn him on even more. The thing about Dabi is that he isn’t delusional whatsoever, unlike most yanderes. He’s very lucid during all his stalking. That’s what’s so very terrifying; he knows how very wrong it is… and he loves it. And, it isn’t even as though he can’t help himself. He never tries to or creates any sort of excuses for himself. Dabi has full control over everything he does, however… he doesn’t see why he should hold back even though he is fully capable of it. He has the power, and he will exercise that power as much as he so wishes. He knows she’s afraid, he knows she thinks he’s creepy, but… he quite enjoys that. He knows what he’s doing is not only criminal but borderline evil and is under no false impression that his actions are in his darling’s best favor. He knows kidnapping is wrong when he does that too, he just… doesn’t care, or… he rather gets off on it. He is confident however in fixing her attitude. He’ll make her like it. Through pleasure, through pain, through any shape of contact discipline, however many times it takes before she’s undoubtedly his and his alone. That’s how lustful for her he is. And though patience isn’t his strongest suit, he does enjoy playing games, which means he’ll savor every moment of stalking, fantasizing and humoring his plans before kidnapping his darling.

Like Katsuki, Dabi has a major superiority complex. However, unlike Katsuki, it’s not a fixation with the entire world, but one with his darling alone. He lusts for her in ways too painful to imagine. He craves her devotion; an unrelenting, unbound, unconditional devotion. This need is cultivated over several years of neglect. Since there wasn’t much he could control in his childhood, he needs his darling at his beck and call at all times. If she fails to please him, her actions will have consequences in the shape of blue flames. However, he’ll never inflict any severe injuries, he much enjoys and prides himself in changing her mind through pleasure instead. And, he’s pretty sure that over time she’ll grow to love those thumbprint hearts he singes into her skin, and there will be no need for his punishments any longer. He enjoys thinking that she might even one day ask him to burn his name into her chest, he just needs to fry her brain a bit beforehand. You can only hate someone for so long before that hatred turns to passion, until eventually the line that used to separate love and hate has disappeared completely. He knows this, and he’ll exploit it. He doesn’t fear much, but jealousy is unrivaled in his lustful heart. So much as though the mere possibility of his darling feeling the same love for someone else tears at his heart more than anything, which is why he needs to brand his mark onto her as well as keep her hidden away from the rest of the world.

YANDERE ! SHIGARAKI TOMURA  GREED CRAVES CONNECTION - FEARS ISOLATION

Tomura is starved. Starved beyond just famine, so much so that it’s more like death. The worst part of it all is: he doesn’t even know how parched he is. Not until he gets a taste of his darling, and only then does he realize that he is, in fact, insatiable. That’s why, after only one encounter, it didn’t take at all that long before she woke up in a foreign room, the remnant feeling of his fingertips evident on her skin. He couldn’t risk letting the opportunity slip out from his grasp, not when she was standing there so delectably, begging to be taken by him. Alike Dabi, Tomura is fully aware that what he’s doing is wrong, however he doesn’t enjoy it as much as Dabi does. He is fully aware that his darling doesn’t reciprocate his needs, however… they are needs. Undisputable needs. He needs her, he’s dependent on her. It’s not just an addiction, it’s beyond that, he can’t live without her. He just simply… needs her, there is no denying it, there is no ignoring it. And, because of this split-second realization of dependence, the kidnapping wasn’t a very careful or calculated abduction either, but then again… what’s the need for caution when you have the power to obstruct all evidence with the mere touch of your fingers? One could mistake it for gluttony, but there lies choice in being gluttonous. Greed however, greed is satiated only to awake with a newfound determination. Tomura’s greed is a hunger so rash, so incontrollable; unavoidable. No one can ignore hunger. In fact, if you let your hunger go on unmet, you die. Which is exactly what he has been feeling all his life, except not understanding it before she gave him a taste of what living actually feels like. Pray for his darling when she doesn’t satiate his needs, he doesn’t ever want to feel like he’s dying again. One knows how desperate people get in the face of death.

Tomura is very tenacious, as in: he’s not easily ignored or dispelled. He’s clingy and needy and unrelenting in his pursuit. He craves connection, his darling’s affection and her attention. And, he isn’t above hurting his darling in order to get what he needs. However, he would much rather prefer it if she didn’t scream or cry or fight him each time he made to touch her. He doesn’t want his darling to hate him, therefore he makes it his mission to get her to understand his predicament, that he needs her more than anything else life has to offer, that she is life itself in his eyes. As though that would help ease the situation. And, though his desperation calls for some sympathy, it does not serve as an excuse for when he touches her without her consent. However, she can only resist for so long when he begins threatening her family and friends and any acquaintances she’s ever made. He really doesn’t want to threaten her. However, his fear of isolation outweighs his fear of her hating him. And, not to mention… he fears what might happen if she were to isolate him, since he’s not one for self-control. He cannot control his frustration, or who he takes it out on, if she decides against giving him what he so obviously needs. She better think twice before disobeying him. He may not look it, but he is powerful beyond compare and ruthless in every step of reaching his goal.

YANDERE ! SHINSO HITOSHI GLUTTONY CRAVES CONTROL – FEARS DECEPTION

Hitoshi is a glutton. As in: he loves playing with his food, and hates when his food plays with him. Because of this: Hitoshi doesn’t flirt unless it���s absolutely necessary. And, when he does: it’s usually with people he’s trying to exploit and not with people he actually likes. He enjoys a much more straightforward approach with people he’s interested in. Hitoshi craves control over his conversations, flirting is too volatile and calls for too rigid and illusive information. Hitoshi views flirting as lying. It’s something one does to benefit oneself, it’s rarely honest and real and at all clear in any way. It’s manipulation, something of which he is in no dire need of and in no desire of either, what with his quirk and all; he can extract much more understandable answers. And, when it comes to his darling, he figures flirting isn’t necessary because… well… if he’s decided she’s his… there’s not much she can do to prevent it, now is there? Hitoshi is completely capable of taking whatever he wants, and he will. Although, he would much rather enjoy her offering herself instead, but he’s not picky, he knows better than anyone that God doesn’t give with both hands. Besides, he might be patient, however he doesn’t relish games unless he’s the one in control, and therefore won’t allow his darling’s antiques for very long. If she refuses to indulge him in his wishes, he will very well just make her. There’s not much she can do to stop him when he decides he’s had enough of her teasing. He loves making rules anyway, especially when they’re so easy to enforce. He’ll allow his darling many freedoms, unlike most other yanderes, simply because he has the means to make her stay, keeping her subconscious leash rather short. It’s safe to say that the kidnapping went pretty smoothly.

Despite craving control, the last thing Hitoshi wants is a counterfeit relationship with his darling. He wants and will strive to preserve those key elements that drew him to her in the first place. He’ll try to restrain himself from overusing his controlling powers too much, as so to let her personality survive what changes he’s adding to her psyche. He’ll kindle the flames of her spirit enough to keep them lit and flickering. Always sparking hope inside her every now and again to keep things interesting, also to test her progress. He never results to violence with his darling, not seeing how it’s needed when he has the means to correct her behavior without so much as lifting a finger. He finds that simply implying to use his quirk proves affective enough on its own. When she results to quit speaking and answering him altogether, he’ll simply wait. Wait, because nothing bites more than solitude, yet another thing he’s learned over the years. And, while relishing in each time she gives herself to him willingly, he cannot wait for the day where she finally comes up to him begging for him to ask her a question, pleading for him to take control, praying to be his little puppet on strings. If only for a little while, he so enjoys the taste of her mind in his clutches.

YANDERE ! TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS SLOTH CRAVES ESCAPE – FEARS REALITY

Keigo is not just one of the most obsessive yanderes, he is the most obsessive yandere, but… can you blame him? Ever since Keigo became a well renounced hero he’s become so used to getting what he wants, easily at that, especially females. He’s just so baffled when his lazy charms don’t work on the apple of his eye. He feels so out of his element when, instead of being flattered, his darling repels in disgust at his compliments. He spends multiple days pondering over what on earth he could be doing wrong. Approaching her again and again, winking his golden eyes at her, something of which usually has the ladies swooning and melting at his fingers. Stalking her quickly begins to feel too weird, and too frustrating for Keigo’s liking. All this pining over things he can’t have begins to remind him of his unpleasant childhood, where everything was out of reach. With that thought nagging at him, he realizes that he would much rather just take her. It’s so tempting when it would be so easy, just simply snatching her away for himself. Not much thinking would need to go into the abduction either. He has wings, hawks are birds of prey after all. The more he finds himself drowning in the thought the harder it becomes to stop himself when he acts on it. And, there he is and there she is: her mouth stuffed full with all the feathers he could spare to prevent her from screaming as he flies them back to his house. It was almost as though he had no idea what he was doing until she was safely stored in his bedroom, crimson feathers keeping her struggles subdued. His golden eyes; devoid of their usual suave nature and replaced by something frantic. The realization of what he’d just done coming down upon him. He results to rambling, stalking back and forth inside the room with his fingers interlocked in his hair, ideas on how they would figure things out along the way spilling from his lips in panic.

He really just wants to have fun with his darling. He craves levity and laughs, but it’s hard with all her screaming at him. Telling him he’s insane. Telling him he’s a monster, a demon, a villain. It’s exhausting. He doesn’t want to hurt her, but this behavior is intolerable and in need of punishment. He never means for it to go so far. He has a hard time controlling his temper, as if some other animalistic force takes control of him. Waking up to his darling’s skin bruised with his handprints, blood dripping from fresh cuts, tears running down red skin. He’ll apologize afterwards, kissing the raw skin he’s provoked. He’ll clean her up, praising her when she doesn’t fight as he undresses her for the bath and for when he decides to get in with her. Calling him delusional would be faulty, it’s more true to the nature of denial than downright insanity. He fears waking up one day to the realization that he’s destroyed a life and built his own around the rubble of it. He fears coming to terms with the fact that his entire reality is a disgusting lie. Worst of all, that it’s a product made entirely by him. So instead, he’ll tweak and twist and mend and bend and escape into his darling’s arms, forcing some more lies down his own throat and hers, and relish in those moments where it all feels somewhat normal and real in some shape or form.

YANDERE ! MIDORIYA IZUKU – DEKU ENVY CRAVES UNDERSTANDING – FEARS RESENTMENT

Izuku can come across as delusional alike Keigo, however it’s often a ruse where only some few delusional characteristics attribute and somehow condone his fixation. However, as Keigo feels he’s going through rehab, Izuku is experiencing a full-on overdose. But, no one can blame him when he commits all the acts he does with the amount of love he has. The entire population of Japan adores him, why can’t he carry the same amount of adoration for his darling? How is it wrong? Izuku loves his darling, worships her even. That’s why it hurts when she looks at other people the same way she looks at him. Doesn't she see that he’s better? Doesn't she understand that he deserves more? He can’t stand it. He won’t stand for it. He deserves his darling’s undivided attention because that’s all he ever gives to her. How dare she give others the light of day, when she so clearly belongs to him? She must be very confused... or at least he can make her believe that. Poor darling. Poor little bunny in a world full of wolves. He needs to save her. He needs to fight anyone and everyone who dares even look at her. They don’t deserve her. They cannot have her. But, Izuku’s smart, genius even. Despite his unrelenting, frenzied obsession, he’s still patient and knows how to work hard to achieve his goals. He’ll plan and plot and stalk until every single nitpicky detail about his darling is thoroughly written down in a notebook entirely dedicated to her. Izuku’s is at an advantage in this game as well, because most people look at him as a hyperactive spaz; a sporadic, nervous wreck, however… that’s not the case. Izuku knows how to focus, especially when it comes to things of importance. Everything will be perfectly in place for when he finally saves her.

Izuku isn’t a terrible guy, he tries to make that very clear. He’s a hero, a protector, a good guy. He would never put his darling in harms-way, he strives for the very opposite. He isn’t going to hurt her, he would never hurt her, however… act like an animal… don’t be surprised when he treats her like one. He won’t hurt her though. He’ll lock her up instead, like Hitoshi, isolate her until she begs for his companionship. He’ll welcome it with open arms and a smile that’s always a bit too bright and a bit too wide and a bit too patronizing. And, because he’s so very starve-touched himself, he won’t let her go until he’s had his fill, even if she changes her mind and begins to scratch and claw and scream at him to get off. Besides, if one form of discipline doesn't work, he’ll just move on to plan B. He’s much stronger than her anyways. This is how it is meant to be, Kachan taught him that much. He just wants her to admit that this is what’s best for her, that this is what she needs, the he is all she needs. He needs her to say it, to tell him she’s grateful for his protection from the outside world, protection from everyone’s bloody fingers that could stain her beautiful soul. He needs her to understand why he did this. He would hate for her to resent him, that’s truly the last thing he wants. He doesn’t really know what he would do if she were to tell him that she hates him… and he knows that neither of them want to find out.

YANDERE ! CHISAKI KAI – OVERHAUL WRATH CRAVES LOYALTY – FEARS CORRUPTION

As soon as Kai understands and recognizes in some pioneering act what’s happening to his heart when he is stalking his darling, finding his lips quirk up into an actual genuine smile, a smile of endearment as opposed to what other disgusting uses of the display he usually gravitates towards, and when he finds the familiar burning of pure rage fester a storm in his gut at the sight of her interacting with others, she is at once taken and isolated from the rest of the filthy world. He doesn’t think too much of it. He’s yakuza, the world belongs to him. He does do the act himself though. He wouldn’t usually like getting his hands dirty with jobs like these, especially when he has countless goons to do them for him, however his darling is a prize he cannot trust anyone expect for himself with. He cannot let anyone or anything touch his darling. He kills, or rather destroys, everything that he deems in his way to take her and keep her. The world is rotten and filthy and disgusting and it’s a miracle that something as pure as his darling even exists amongst all the death and decay and trash. It infuriates him that other people laid their hands on her. It enrages him that the world has laid its pesky paws and claws and tongues all over her. He will take his time in washing every spec that isn’t purely her away from both her body, soul, mind, spirit and heart. She will be so perfect whence he’s done; raw, pure, healthy perfection.

Alike many of the others: Kai might love his darling, but he is still very much in charge. He will not forgive insubordination easily and every act of disobedience will be reprimanded and corrected. Her loyalty is paramount to him. As in, she cannot go around breathing the same air as anyone but him. If that happens, people will die the outmost gruesome death and she’ll have to be thoroughly cleansed and punished. He will not shy away from disciplining his darling. It’s a very grave situation is she not to listen to his demands and follow them without hesitation. It can cause corruption in his poor darling, and that will not be tolerated. She should do what he tells her without question, to better keep her safe and pure and perfect and his. However, with the level of security he’s bestowed upon the compound of which he keeps his darling, there is very little room for her to manage to upset the construct of his wishes. But, keeping her out of defective areas is only one of his goals. Kai is not a kind man, he doesn’t try to be either. Kai is not a patient man, not when his goal is within perfect reach. Kai gets what he wants when he wants, no matter the objections. If his darling revokes, Kai has experience within the world of persuasion. Mere threats are almost always enough when they leave his lips. And, when his hands get involved, she better be begging him for mercy.

YANDERE ! TODOROKI SHOTO DESPOND CRAVES KINSHIP – FEARS ABANDONMENT

Shoto might come across as aloof, but he is fully aware of what he wants when he sees it. He doesn’t know how to flirt, he doesn’t want to give it a try and fail, so he doesn’t. He settles on simply becoming his darling’s acquaintance at first, slowly gaining her trust as a friend, casually stealing her personal belongings when she’s heavily asleep. He’ll be respectable, professional, slightly strange at times where he’s unable to control himself, but never anything too alarming. However, tiptoeing around is far from enough for him. And, with this pent-up obsession, he’ll settle for simply kidnapping his darling in the end. There isn’t much need for planning he decides, he has all the means to make her stay and keep her hidden, what with his powerful quirks, money and status. Unable to wait any longer, especially with knowing how easy it would be for him to simply take her and hide her away all for himself. It was almost as though she was begging to be kidnapped, if you ask him. He really doesn’t see how he could have gone about it any other way. If he had told her of his feelings, he would be risking being denied and everyone would soon find out, making it near impossible for him to try again. This was the only safe option. Besides, if he were to approach things in a traditional sense, there would be no telling that she’d be willing to indulge in what unorthodox activities he had in store for her. This way, she’ll have no choice. This way, he’ll get his way.

Shoto is nothing if not a sadist. Given his long line of family trauma, he is in desperate need to take it out on someone, to find an anchor. That someone unfortunately being his darling. He’s not in denial of the fact either, he is very well aware that he’s a monster, however… it isn’t his fault he became this way. He is in mourning. Only love can bring him though this, he deserves love, he demands love. He craves the love of a kindred spirit, and the more he breaks his darling like his father broke him, the more he will be able to love her and she him. He believes if he can make his darling love him, despite him being an utter monster, they will have achieved an unbreakable bond. He will try to be kind, to be soft when his darling is at her limit. He’ll even try to make the pain pleasurable, make it playful, with his quirks as toys for the both of them to enjoy. Besides, he knows how pain has a habit of becoming your friend once you’ve been introduced to it enough. His worst fear is being abandoned, he can’t go through what his mother put him through again. Which means he’ll be swift and merciless when it comes to reprimanding any escape attempts. Leaving him is not an option. His darling spends a lot of time with cuffs on all her limbs, just to satiate his fear of her running away. He might just break her legs if she ever manages a step too far away from him.

[envythepalmtree]

My thoughts on 03 and CoS

When I started watching 03, I came in with really high expectations. And I loved it!! Especially the first half - I loved the melancholy tone, the way they fleshed out the FMA world. That being said I have Opinions™️ which also includes some criticisms, as usual. Hearing things about 03 out of context definitely colored my expectations and perception of it. This is partly about the writing of 03, but partly about my own experience watching it.

I’ve been meaning to write and post this for about a month, but only got around to it just now, lol. Spoilers ahead if you haven’t seen it.

What I liked

- The way it took the stuff from the manga and made a completely different story was AMAZING. Far after the storyline diverged, seeing influences from the mangahood storyline and how they were taken in a completely different direction was super cool.

- The tone!! 03 felt much more personal, much more melancholic. We really get to see how traumatic events like the fight with Barry the Chopper effect Edward, and we see that he’s really just a child. A child in the military. I know “03 shows Ed as a child soldier” has been talked about a lot and that aspect of 03 really lived up to what I heard about.

- I loved the fillers!! The adaptations of the bonus comics were delightful to watch and really fleshed out the Mustang squad in a way that Brotherhood didn’t. Roy quoting the Art of War during the Fullmetal vs Flame episode was super cool, ties well with my Xingese Roy headcanons, and I’ll probably write a whole meta on that later.

- Even though I have some beef with the ending, which I’ll get to in a bit, it felt really special to me, personally, to see the characters hopeful and happy even after going through so much loss. I really like the message that sometimes, we do fail. Sometimes, what we’re chasing after is never meant to be ours. But we can learn to get up, and keep going. We can let go of that lost heaven.

What I didn’t

- I heard the line “My sympathy will not be spent on soldiers” out of context. I guess I expected it to be some badass line from Scar about why his anger towards the Amestrian state is valid and not something he needs to apologize for.

- Instead, that line was delivered by Scar right before committing an atrocity - sacrificing a huge number of soldiers for a philosopher’s stone, and placing a huge burden on a 14 year old boy by making Al’s body that stone without his permission. And Scar, after all he’s been through, didn’t get a happy ending. It wasn’t some badass thing, it was painted as tragic. I was really disappointed about where that line ended up and I’ll probably write a whole separate post about the lost potential of that line.

- Ed’s admitting that he has racial bias didn’t live up to my expectations. One of my biggest criticisms of mangahood has been the narrative’s stance towards race: “I think we should ignore race and treat each other as equals!” A common response I got was, “03 doesn’t do that! They actually have Ed admit that he has racial bias!”

- When that scene actually happened, I was thinking, “is that it? Is there more?” And yes, much of that disappointment likely came from me setting way-too-high expectations for the race themes of a shonen anime from 2003. It was such a short moment and didn’t feel as climactic or important as it should have been.

- Roy Mustang. Roy Mustang. The narrative expects us to sympathize with him, to like him, but I found it very hard. In mangahood, Roy’s goal to become Fuhrer and change the country for the better, to help the Ishvalans and make sure that a genocide like that never happens again, is a huge part of the show. In 03, it’s hinted at. Roy talks about becoming Fuhrer in the miniskirt episode, and it’s hinted that he has good intentions and wants to help the Ishvalans. But it’s not considered important.

- And then he completely throws that away.

- Reading things from 03 out of context, I somehow got the impression that Roy was going to quit the military after realizing that he doesn’t want to work within the system anymore. And I was thinking “omg that’s so cool! 03 actually has Roy renounce his ambitions and leave the military, because it’s the best way to help the Ishvalans!”

- Nope. That coup he stages? It’s not out of anger at how the Amestrian state treats its people. It’s not to avenge Ishval. It’s to avenge Maes Hughes, Roy’s friend.

- Having Roy stay in the military, but give up his rank, almost feels like a halfway point between two good ideas: Climbing the ranks to change the country, or leaving because he doesn't want to uphold a corrupt system. Maybe they could've made it work, but I wish they grappled with the implications of that more.

- adklsfaksldfhjks I’m very angry about this and this probably also needs its own post.

- Things in the second half of the show just didn’t feel as fleshed out. In Mangahood we got some time to grapple with the fact that Amestris was created by Father to be sacrificed, to grapple with the implications of that. In 03, that revelation came so close to the end that we just didn’t have time. I was left with so many QUESTIONS about the worldbuilding and parts of the plot, especially after CoS, and they didn’t get answered. I feel like a lot of my problems with 03 would be solved if they added a few episodes. It’d give them time to slow down to add more details, or even just give us an episode or three of Backstory.

all my QUESTIONS:

- Details on Dante and Hohenheim controlling humanity behind the scenes?? They just. tell us that they destroyed entire civilizations like Xerxes.

- Where do Gluttony, Greed, etc come from? If they were created simply to serve Dante, does that mean they were all created after Hohenheim left her?

- Why was Greed imprisoned? Why does he refer to the other homunculi as his sworn enemies?

- Lust is described as the “third Lust.” Who were the other Lusts? Is each sin a position in Dante’s squad, a role that can be filled after the one holding it dies?

- Envy is 300 years old. What the hell were they doing for all that time? Much of their character is based off of resentment of Hohenheim for leaving them and Dante, but that happened extremely recently.

- Hohenheim mentions that alchemy is fueled by people’s deaths in the parallel world?? And it’s NEVER mentioned again??

- How does the portal work? Ed landed in 1910s London, then 1920s Germany. But the times match up in CoS, with the 2 year gap and everything.

- I didn’t understand where the opening flashback about the uranium bomb comes from. It’s implied that it happened in the time gap between Ed joining the military and the Liore arc, but iirc the guy with the bomb came from the other world. How did he get there? How come Ed and Al spend a couple years knowing that a parallel world exists but it’s never brought up?

- How did Ed meet Alfons and get involved in the rocket stuff?

- From one of the guys in the Thule society: “but Hohenheim’s sons are from Shamballa.” HOW DOES HE KNOW THAT?

aklsfhsdj that was long. Stay tuned for some more metas about 03, because your girl has Opinions.

[jaedreaminn]

8th Deadly Sin

Summary

The world is complicated and hard to understand- is what the common belief tells us. But life's more simple than that.

You've got the pure emotions: love, joy, empathy... the list goes on. And you've got the Seven Deadly Sins: Lust, Pride, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath. The Seven Deadly Sins danced around the Earth freely causing chaos and distress with every step they took

The last this this world needed was an Eight Sin

Pairings: Taeil x fem!reader

Theme: Angst, Death, Love, Cheating, Sadness, Emotional, fluff but o ly to distract you.

Characters: Taeil, Taeyong, Yuta, Kun, Ten, Lucas, Mark, Renjun, Jaemin, Jisung, Yeri «mentioned» Chenle.

Word Count: 2.2k

Taeil watched as the seven deadly sins wreaked havoc across the Earth.

He watched as Lust, Yuta, swept across the dark dim-lit rooms of secrets, betrayal and tangled limbs. How he made people desire more than what was theirs to take and made them have the most sinful thoughts for the most innocent ones.

And how Mark inflated the egos of people, making them too proud to exist in the same place as the low-lives. He gave them pride so deep that it killed them, a slow and lonely death. Mark prospered as Pride.

He then spotted Taeyong, with his eye-catching green hair, swooping around whispering complaints in people's ears. His victims' eyes turned green with envy as they wasted their lives in the shadows of what they could never have of others. He truly was the embodiment of Envy- so perfect yet jealous of everyone else.

Then there was Jisung who walked around demanding people take more than what they needed. He walked about, bringing thirst for objects in the minds of people as they took and took and took and could never be satisfied. No matter how many loved ones Jisung took from the people he cursed, it was never enough for him. He was, after all, Greed.

Lucas targeted the lonely who were deemed too unsuccessful to be claimed by Greed. He gave them a taste and then they could never stop eating their feelings away. The consumed and consumed and consumed and never shared. They starved others to satisfy their hunger. Lucas did a perfect job as Gluttony.

Just a bit further from Lucas was Ten, who strolled the streets. His movements were slow and cat-like. Wherever he went he drained the life out of that place. He made people dull and slow. Demotivated them, so that they could rot away, stuck on their couch, like the sloth they were, like the Sloth he is.

His eyes swept across the land as it landed on a small boy, innocent and pure looking. One might even confuse him for one of the pure feelings if they didn't know what raged in on his mind. He held such dark emotions behind his pretty little face. He broke apart families, gave out negative feelings so deep it made people want to tear each other apart, he caused merciless wars of hatred. He spread wrath through nations and broke down peace. He was Renjun, the embodiment of Wrath.

Taeil gave the sins who roamed the earth one last glance before strolling around, spreading love wherever he went. He smiled watching people look at their partners as if they hung the stars in the sky. He gifted the most lonely and hopeless souls a reason to live.

"How was today?" Kun asked, a smile on his face as he lit up his surroundings with a bright serene glow. He truly looked like peace.

"It was good." Taeil smiled. "Doing your usual check?" He asked Kun who simply nodded.

"You know it," he said, patting Taeil on the back and walked away. Among all the pure feelings Kun was the one that held the most power, he was more powerful than all the sins combined. He controlled both the pure feeling and the seven deadly sins and led both to a peaceful coexistence.

Taeil then stopped as he spotted you. You were y/n or also known as laughter, you weren't one of the pure feelings but you were a being that existed hopping about the world spreading a different kind of melody.

He stood there looking at you in awe as you brought a warm hue with you as you laughed at the silliest of jokes, intoxicating your surroundings with giggles.

He found it impossible not to laugh in your presence and also found it impossible not to stare. He would sit there and look at you so in love. And you would smile at him and do everything you could to spend time with him because you felt happier around him.

You two most definitely loved each other, and all the other beings knew about it. But Taeil knew love never came easy.

Taeil watched as you laughed with Jaemin the feeling of Joy. He wanted to be able to connect with you the way Jaemin could but he knew it wasn't possible.

Taeyong walked in "Oh Taeil it's you...." he had said upon seeing Taeil who was watching you intently.

"Do you need something Envy?" Taeli

had asked politely.

Taeyong gave him a small smile "Nothing just thought I saw green" and left.

Taeil watched and watched how you would be so Happy around Jaemin and as love reasoning told him that he wanted to be the only one to make you happy, so he told you. He told you 'Stay away from Jaemin because I can be the only one to make you happy or I have failed as love'.

And you obliged without batting an eyelash, the thought of losing him scaring you for eternity. Jisung had accidentally walked in on the two of you after you made the promise but didn't leave without a dry laugh as he looked at you and Taeil.

Taeil used to watch in awe how you would hop around the world giggling and your job would be done, now it only annoyed him. Annoyed him at how quickly you got your job done while it took time to make people fall in love. He was more powerful among the two of you, his duty should be quick, not yours.

"Y/n I think you should work as long as I have to or you might get tempted to talk to the others in your free time while I make people fall in love with each other," he said to you and you looked at him dumbfounded.

"But it's not required, laughter comes from a happy memory and that lasts for life time." you tried to argue.

"But it could be like a gesture of love towards me, love himself" Taeil smiled at you "Plus a little extra laughter never hurt anyone"

You gave him a weary smile "yes it never hurt anyone."

It hurt you. Your capacity was only a few happy bounces across the world, your job never felt like a chore it was supposed to be fun but now doing it for much longer than you normally did, it drained the energy from you, but if it meant showing Taeil who never had a problem showing that he loved you see that you love him just as much then it was worth it.

"You must be proud" Mark had walked up to Taeil one day and said. "What do you mean?" Taeil frowned and Mark smiled "proud of what y/n is doing for you" and Taeil only smiles satisfied at the fact that his work took lesser time than yours, he couldn't admit to himself out loud that it affected him that you did your job so easily.

"Let's go out for a picnic" you had suggested one day as you and Taeil sat in the sky, enjoying the bliss.

"But it's so comfortable here" he murmured.

"But we are always comfortable! let's do something exciting," you said eyes sparkling and ideas floating through your head.

"Love isn't about doing things it's about just existing peacefully together." he said and you tried your best to smile.

"He's right" sang out a soft voice from just a bit above you and you looked up to meet the eyes of none other than Ten the sloth.

"Peace is good," he said, a Cheshire cat smile pasted on his face.

"You only think that cause you're Sloth" you frowned.

"The least harmful of all the sins, trust me it's good sometimes just...." He paused to think of a word "resting" he finished his sentence and stretched getting comfortable where he lay.

"Yes and Ten's quite sensible. Listen to him and rest with me." Taeil said, opening his arms for you.

"But didn't you say love was about gestures? Let's have one crazy, amazing romantic time" you pleaded.

"Love is about subtle gestures. We've been in love for so long we don't need to put in the effort anymore." He said and then turned to look at you and smiled "Rest with me y/n" he opened his arms wide and with a small 'okay' you agreed nestling yourself between his arms, a frown on your face.

"Love, can you please help me?" asked Yeri. "I need peace to forgive me and he'll listen to you for sure," she said, running her fingers up his arm. You watched with a frown knowing he would say yes, she was after all manipulation.

"Alright where is he?" Taeil asked and she let out a sequel dragging him along with her.

You sat a frown etched into your forehead, it worried you a lot. Taeil always did talk about Yeri fondly and you knew Yeri was a bit too fond of Taeil. But he was love and he loved you so you shouldn't worry...right?

He didn't return home even after the moon brought night on earth in two different places but Yuta did come to visit. He was always good to you and he made you an offer for revenge which you were quick to decline, instead, he comforted you and apologised knowing what had actually;y happened. Of course he knew, he was lust after all.

You never smiled or frowned because Taeil did return to you. That meant he still loved you, but he never told you what happened but you knew.

You dragged your feet around earth getting your job done and then spent time with Taeil who had gotten fidgety around you and started to only eat when the two of you were together, to avoid talking.

You got tired of the life you were living, exhausted from overworking yourself and you were lonely.

"Y/n you look awful what happened" it was Jaemin and you looked at him and then looked at the floor not wanting to answer.

"Aww don't be so dull you're laughter after all give me a smile" he insisted and you gave a half-hearted smile.

"There it is!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands together proud of your small little smile "That was good very good." He said smiling himself and it was just his aura as joy that calmed you a bit and made your mood better and you genuinely smiled.

"Y/n!" Taeils voice boomed.

"Love," you said, looking at him with wide eyes.

"I ASKED YOU FOR ONE SIMPLE THING AND YOU CAN'T DO THAT," He said venom seeping out of his every word "I LOVE YOU AND GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE AND ASK OF YOU ONE THING- LET ME BE THE ONE TO MAKE YOU HAPPY" he snarled holding onto your arm tightly. "BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT"

Tears started falling from your eyes and Jaemins eyes widened.

"We are done, I don't think I want to love you anymore," Taeil said, letting go of your arm and walking away. You lost all balance and started to fall as he walked away but Jaemin caught you.

When he walked away he revealed a red eye'd Renjun standing behind him, an evil smile on his face. But the red in his eyes faded and his smile turned into a frown as he saw you.

"No no y/n I'm so sorry I couldn't control my power. his anger was just so much more powerful than the rest of Earth" Renjun ran to you getting on his knees apologising.

At this point, you were too weak to even cry anymore.

"You don't look so good. Are you okay?" You heard Jaemin ask but you weren't able to answer him as you felt weaker by the second.

Taeil stopped in his path hearing the commotion feeling sorry for his outburst and walked back towards you and what he saw scared him.

You were pale, most of the warm colours from you were gone, eyes droopy and suddenly you looked skinnier than he remembered you to be.

His eyes widened and dread set on him, you were dying.

"Oh no...no no no y/n hold on we'll get you to peace and I'm sure Kun will help" Taeil ran to you, tears in his eyes "You'll be alright" he cried reaching to carry you but you used all your remaining strength to stop him, laying a hand on top of his. "It's okay" you softly said as you slowly faded away from the world, turning into a cloud of golden dust. You left without telling him you loved him and he never got to tell you he loved you. But did you deserve his corrupted love?

It broke him.

"Love" Echoed Kuns stern voice.

"I hate to say this but you have done this," he said, his voice laced with anger. "You can no more be a pure feeling." he glared at Taeil and walked away.

Taeil sat on top of the world, watching as it got to experience a new echo of laughter by the name of Zhong Chenle, wishing it was you instead.

His eyes lingered to the other seven sins as they wreaked havoc and caused chaos and sighed getting up, leaving his peace and comfort to join them as Love, the 8th Deadly Sin.

[edith-moonshadow]

I have always been a fan of dark fantasy comedy movies. So I think a good au to do, would be bedazzled. Billy as a nerdy guy gets seven wishes for his soul. I mean all the possibilities. Plus another good one could be the witches of east wick. Steve as a witch who just found his power and Billy as the handsome devil who has come to seduce and control him.

Spoilers For Bedazzled (2000)

I haven’t seen Bedazzled in years but if I remember correctly the devil sabotages all of his wishes so that they don’t work out for him and I was thinking it could be interesting if they followed the seven deadly sins, they might in the film the only one I remember is he wants to be sensitive maybe and he ends up crying at the sunset. So I think for his trial wish, the devil should bring out his better physical attributes, I’m going to say that Billy is already pretty, with a good body but he lacks confidence may be due to Neil and so he doesn’t dress well and hides in a corner, always trying to make himself the smallest thing in the room. The devil fixes his clothes and hair and shows him that he’s attractive by walking down the street and seeing people’s reactions to him, this doesn’t change how he feels but he does have a little more confidence and dresses better as a result.

I also can’t help but think of Robin as the devil in this instance like a sarcastic lesbian who low key is always scoffing at Billy’s wishes and rolling her eyes at how pathetic he is but she has to keep him hopeful so she’s kind when it suits her agenda. God can be whoever you want, I dunno if you want to stick with more biblical themes making God Robin’s dad or if you want to think of them as two wayward angels who have their own side bet going and are secretly in love with each other so are trying to win the bet to impress the other so you could make it Heather, for instance.

I’m imagining the wishes taking place in an alternate reality so that he can get a taste of them so Robin can make the reality anything, these could almost be a bunch of small AU stories within this larger story. So just a quick thought of what some seven deadly sins wishes could be and how they could be sabotaged:

Pride: For Steve to want to be seen with him in public holding his hand but in reality Billy is famous and Steve is only using him to get his own name out there while he has an affair with another man called Pierre who is a lot more romantic than Billy and he catches them together hidden in a corner of the club that they’re at where Steve finally tells him the truth that he’s only using him, he would never be seen with him in any other circumstance.

Lust: He wishes that Steve was so turned on by him that he can’t stand it, Steve in this reality wants Billy all the time driving him to the brink of exhaustion, nothing he does satisfies Steve, he always wants more until Billy can’t take anymore.

Gluttony: Steve to be so hungry for him that he needs him, Steve claims that he’s on a diet but insists on making Billy a huge meal and a cake, he seems very disappointed when Billy doesn’t want any. Billy thinks about kissing the pout off his face and replacing it with one of gasping ecstasy. So to please Steve, he eats until he’s near bursting happy when Steve seems to get amorous only to discover that he’s trying to eat him. Maybe Steve is a vampire with a sweet tooth?

Sloth: For Steve to want to do nothing else but stay with Billy all the time, maybe he thinks about them lying in bed together but when he goes to this reality Steve is a sleepy baby who is completely dependent on Billy to care for him.

Greed: Steve to be greedy for his love, then he wakes up in a reality where Steve is completely enamoured with him, they share a lovely night together where Steve seems happy and satisfied. He gets up the next morning to leave for work but Robin makes him forget his wallet and when he returns to the house Steve is with someone else acting the same way he did with Billy, he needs constant attention or else he gets lonely as he’s so hungry for affection.

Wrath: Billy is a little obsessed with Steve and there’s a dark part of him that wants to punish him for not immediately liking Billy back so he wants a scenario where Steve is at his mercy but that Steve enjoys a little kink so he’s happy for Billy to be a little rough. So he has rough sex with Steve where he says all the possessive things that have been in his mind all this time and Steve is receptive much to his delight but it turns out that Steve works in a dungeon and he gets paid to be a sub so even though he seemed receptive it was only because that was what Billy paid for and he’s cold and dismissive to him afterwards.

Envy: Because he’s watched Steve from afar for so long he wants him to be envious of anyone that Billy interacts with as Billy has felt this way for a long time and knows that if he was given the chance to be with Steve he’d jump at it only for the people that he interacts with to end up dead but Steve doesn’t seem to want to be with Billy he just doesn’t want anyone else to have him either.

Or you can follow the film’s kind of wishes just general ideas that are twisted by the devil to make sure that Billy never gets what he wants.

As time goes on Billy becomes more and more despondent thinking that Steve will never love him in any reality but the devil keeps stringing him along with hope. If I remember correctly in this film at least in the remake they make his last wish be that the girl has a happy life so I think that’s a good last wish as in this version it turns out that for Steve to have a happy life he just needs Billy. So Billy doesn’t have to give up his soul and he gets his wish in the end also.

Could also have Billy interacting with the real Steve in-between where little hints are given that Steve is noticing Billy and reacting to him which gets Billy’s hopes up and fuels his hunger for more when the devil turns up to quickly interrupt so that he’ll make a wish.

Spoilers For The Witches Of Eastwick (1987)

I love the Witches Of Eastwick it’s a great film I love how normally in films like this the devil is depicted as being beautiful and alluring kind of like Elizabeth Hurley in Bedazzled but the Witches Of Eastwick doesn’t do this as Jack Nicholson’s character is described quite unkindly by the female character’s they don’t find him appealing at all but when they are alone with him he understands them on a level that no one else does.

So I love how this subverts expectations but also in the case of Billy it aligns with how some people in fandom see him I’ve seen him called a trash rat and king rat, I’m taking this to be because in Stranger Things he’s shown as being covered in beer and spit, he’s sweaty a lot of the time, the whole tongue thing and he works out while smoking and drinking beer.

So I like the idea of Billy being very attractive but he’s kinda gross too, he also acts towards Steve in a way that he finds offputting. Steve is only coming into his power and he just dismisses Billy but he keeps showing up and eventually they end up alone and Billy turns out to be this really charming person who seems to be able to see right into Steve’s soul and Steve starts to fall for him and Billy helps Steve with his powers. Could have Steve talk to Robin about the perfect person for him and Billy turns up and ticks all the boxes which he eventually realises after he’s already involved with Billy.

Could also be Alpha Beta Omega story if you’re looking to stick a little closer to the story with Steve being the perfect Omega for Billy who’s the devil and wants to bring a child into the world, maybe due to his own upbringing Steve wants to have children but is afraid that the psychological trauma inflicted on him by his parent’s neglect would make him a poor parent so he has sworn off Alpha’s and even though he desperately wants children he chooses not to. Or he could have wanted to have children but due to being a male Omega, it’s incredibly rare so he went to a fertility specialist to be checked and they told him there was no chance. So he starts to develop his witch powers but he doesn’t want to be any more different than he already is as a male Omega so he keeps them on the down-low.

Could have Steve in a relationship where that person is happy not to have children, they don’t even want a pet as they’re very career-driven and are looking to work their way to the top with no distractions or are just a cold person, someone like his mom who is all about appearances. So Steve keeps his wish close to his heart, trying to ignore how desperately he wants it, maybe he works in a career where he can be nurturing and that appeases the pain a little. Then Billy comes into town and he’s this overly familiar Alpha and he rubs Steve the wrong way but Billy talks to Steve about children every time he sees him, igniting the little spark in Steve’s heart. Eventually, they have a heart to heart and Steve succumbs to Billy’s charms falling pregnant right away even though he was on suppressants or was unable to have children and that helps Billy in making Steve his.

So at some point, you could do that someone is judging Steve for being with Billy, mainly because it’s a small town and Billy isn’t subtle and Billy kills them because they’re causing Steve trouble. This makes Steve afraid of his powers as his guilt rises and he wants a little time alone but Billy doesn’t take this well at all. So like in the film Billy becomes desperate and punishes Steve for abandoning him could take one of the punishments from the film such as Sukie and the physical pain she’s put through. Or you could do a more psychological one like Steve feeling more alone. To stop the pain, he must return to Billy but does he then perform a spell to keep him away? Does it work? Can he truly live without him now after having been alone for so long?

In terms of other dark fantasy comedy movies have you seen Death Becomes Her? (1992) I can totally see them as Helen and Madeline, bitter rivals so consumed with each other that they can’t see their true feelings.

Or another film that is a little heavier on the horror would be Re-Animator (1985) with Billy as the obsessive incredibly smart Herbert West character who is all about his work until he meets the beautiful doctor Steve Harrington, the Dan Cain character who has enough heart for both of them but he’s in love with someone else which frustrates Billy who has problems of his own in the form of Doctor Hill.