#seven deadly sins gluttony

[azurlily]

Day 5 of 31 of the yandere month May challenge. This yandere is scary in a sense, but this is very fluffy!! Well, more creppy and fluffy not really yandere just kinda fucked up in a sense.

Merlin comforts you after you've been having a bad day...bad things just keep happening!

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Yandere!Merlin(Gluttony) FLUFF

The worst day ever. You've had the worst day ever, in your entire life! Your parents(who are usually very calm) have been yelling at you. They don't believe you being friends with the sins is okay. They worry for your safety.

Your now ex girlfriend and you had a fight. The two of you broke up and now you went to the only person you trust as of current- Merlin.

"Oh? Why hello there, darling. I've been meaning to talk to you- why are you crying?"

Merlin saw your tear stained cheek and practically ran to coddle you. She finds others pain funny, and quite enjoyable. You on the other hand, she hates, absolutely detests seeing you in pain. Be it mental, emotional, or physical pain, it is pain nonetheless.

She asks what's wrong and tries her best to make you feel better. She's never been all that great with emotions, but meeting you changed that. She works her best to make you smile. Even if some missing heads turn up every once and a while.

She tries talking you down, her laboratory isn't the best place for this. It isn't good for anything emotion related. What you need is a warm comfortable bed. Luckily she can provide.

She took you to the Boar Hat, while the sins aren't exactly hated by the kingdom, they aren't fully trusted either. She had her own little room, everything she needs...plus a few pictures of you.

She lay you down on her bed; Merlins room looks a lot different from everyone else's. Shes had time to fully customize everything. Magic is quite useful in times like this.

She watches you, puffy eyed and tear streaks. She blushes seeing you all worked up, she wishes she could work you up like that. Seeing you all flustered as she peppers kisses to you face- a dream come true.

She sits on the bed and watches you slowly take in your surroundings. You'd been paying little attention until now, and now, you didn't know what to do.

"Hello little rabbit. Are you feeling better now?"

You couldn't really answer, you felt so drowsy, so very tired. Instead you layed your head on Merlins shoulder. You didn't move and Merlin had no idea what to do. She sat there for a good minute before laying down, you body pressed against hers.

The two of you payed on the bed in complete silence. Warm, and cozy, neither of you wanted to let go of the other. You were having a bit of a hard time focusing because of where you head ended up. You head had moved from Merlins shoulder fo her chest, pressed right into her.

In didn't say anything and instead layed there with a bright pink face. At some point Merlins noticed your body heat going up and decided, you seem well enough to talk.

"So...what exactly happened, little rabbit? You were balling your eyes out, did someone hurt you?"

You nodded against your chest, your heart constricting as you thought about your day. You told her everything, about your fight with your ex girlfriend and with your parents. You felt tears again and you just clung to Merlin like a baby.

"I see. It'll all be better soon, your parents have been blindsided, and that girl never deserved you. You'll flourish without her, I promise."

Merlin rocked you back and forth. It had been so long since she'd displayed such affection with anyone. In private or public, she was beginning to become addicted fo the feeling. The feeling of your hot tears on her skin and she calmed you down, talked you through your problems.

It was electric, something shes never felt before.

"How about you...sleep."

Merlins words enchanted you. You fell into a deep slumber, only to wake up when she saw to it. While you feel asleep into a dream she created, she's going to take care of your problems. Her way.

"Ah, so the girls name is Carol...hm. Well she'll be dead by dawn, so it doesn't matter to me. As for her parents though, that'll be tricky. I cant kill them, but I can persuade them to 'calm down'."

She did just that, she found a lovely little dimension of flesh eating plants and threw your ex girlfriend in there. As for your parents.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs. [Last Name], I'm [Name] so to be wife. I'd like to spare a bit fo your time. Oh, you know who I am? Well that just makes this easier for me."

When you woke up you saw Merlin working on something. You couldn't quote tell what it was, but it seemed interesting. You groggily stood up and tried walking to her, but failed and fell into her arms.

She laughed. She wanted to catch you mid air and make you float, but seeing as you'd recently woke up, that wouldn't be very nice. She looks down at you with a smile you've never seen before. It was kinder than her past ones.

"I have something for you."

She hands you a golden ring. The words Property of Gluttony written in deep purple. You blushed, was this her proposing or a promise ring? You just left your old relationship it was too soon.

"This is the ring for our marriage in advance. I'm courting you, cherub. I have been, seeing as you and your past lover are done with, I thought I'd put my hat in the ring. Do you accept it?"

Of course you do. Why wouldn't you? It's not like a deep haze fell over you making you wonder if you were in control. No! You are most definitely into Merlin and this isn't a weird spell.

"Oh- really, cherub? Thank you! This is the best gift I could have ever been given...well exept your hand in marriage, but that can wait."

She gently kisses your forehead and leads you out of the room.

[the--abditory]

🍗 gluttony 🍗

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Hot fat trans man summer

[shpepyao]

huge fren I think mainly Gula is a menace to harvests and cattle, but if it can't get well fed on whats found in villages - it will snack on mortals You can escape Gula's neverending hunger only by offering it a lot of food once in a while, but it will come back for more

[shayziekai]

Somewhere in a little house made of stone, Gluttony pays no mind to others as he churns some butter for tonight's bread and supper.

[charlesoberonn]

Character rosters based on the seven deadly sins always make Lust be a sexy lady, someone that is lusted after, while the other sins are depicted as having the sin.

So I thought it'd be funny to imagine what a seven deadly sins group would look like if everyone were depicted the same way as Lust:

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.

Some Real Good

Prompt: Gluttony | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: T | CW: Alcohol Consumption | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth & Eddie BFFs, Background Steddie | Tags: Corroded Coffin on Tour, Bus Travel, Road Manager Steve Harrington, Eddie: The Magpie, Gareth & Steve: Who Love Him Anyway

"What do you have in here, bricks?" Gareth asks, picking up one of Eddie's duffle bags, trying to wrangle it up into the open storage bin under the bus. It's not easy. For some reason Eddie's stuffed the fucker completely full today, and it's unwieldy.

"Yep. And sex toys," Eddie quips, and Gareth rolls his eyes. Unfortunately, Gareth knows that's not where Eddie keeps all the dirty shit he travels with. Because Gareth's seen it all, even if he wishes otherwise.

Eddie finally gets it wedged underneath, and they can roll out.

Meaning, Gareth forgets about the overfilled luggage, until the same thing happens at the next stop. It's definitely not going under there this time, because Gareth swears it's getting bulkier by the stop. 

Eddie's trying to re-zip the damn thing after rearranging, and it's clearly not going well. 

Gareth moves to squeeze both sides together so Eddie can zip it easier, when he catches sight of what's inside. 

"What the fuck?" Gareth says, letting go and picking up a travel size bar of soap, surely from one of the many hotel rooms they've stayed in. He digs his hand in, combing through the mess of small, plastic bottles. It's filled to the absolute brim with travel toiletries, and a variety of shit from green rooms. Mini liquor bottles from airplanes.

Eddie snatches the bag back from Gareth's hands, "They're free. We're supposed to take them." 

"No, we're supposed to use them if we need them. Which I know you don't. I've seen your bathroom bag."

It's definitely fully stocked.

"Well, someday I might need them," Eddie argues.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie. No you won't. This is insane, even for you."

Eddie's part magpie, they all know that, but this is a bridge too far.

"You never know," Eddie says, like he's being sane and rational. He's being neither.

"How is this - you - hoarding them under the bus any better than just leaving them behind? They still aren't being used, Eddie. And now we're just the ones lugging them around."

"I want them," Eddie argues and Gareth's hands find his own hair, pulling. Eddie can rarely be rationalized with on a good day, but this is beyond. 

"You will never need these. We can buy shampoo and soap. We do buy shampoo and soap. In appropriate quantities and in brands we actually like. You damn well know Steve has never once let any of us run out. The minute I toss an empty, a new one magically appears. Which, awesome. But also scary, because that means your boyfriend knows far too much about what I do in the bathroom."

Eddie smiles, but then is clearly headed back towards making excuses for his insane life decisions. His gluttony. His hoarding. 

"But-" 

Gareth pivots. He might not be able to reason with a crazy Eddie, but he knows someone who can, does, "Does Steve know about this? Because he's gonna shit."

And he will. Steve doesn't stand for superfluous anything on the road. He has everything down to a science. Last week he even made Gareth get rid of one of his jackets, because he'd apparently crossed the threshold of the acceptable amount of luggage, at least as far as Steve was concerned. 

Gareth liked that jacket.

So, Eddie squirreling away all the soap he can carry for no damn good reason? Not efficient in the slightest. Steve can't know about this, and he's gonna be pissed when he finds out. For sure.

"Just help me unload it," Eddie demands, and before he can ask what he means by that, Eddie slides forward the sticker-laden dead with the warped lid. Instead of tossing it, Goodie wants it fixed, so it's been taking up space, but when Eddie flips it open, it's absolutely jam-packed with more of his secret stash. 

"Oh my god. Wait, is this a growing up poor thing?" Gareth asks, and Eddie pauses. Gareth never wanted for anything. It may have just been the two of them, but Mama Jones had it under control.

If this is that, well, maybe Gareth could understand. Could give him a pass.

Eddie gives him a withering look, saying, "No. Wayne would hate this, too."

"Then why are you doing it? Damn," Gareth asks, laughing.

"Because we paid for it. And they just throw them away if we don't take them."

"That's crazy talk," Gareth answers.

"They do! And it's built into the price. Of the hotel rooms. The flights. The gig contracts."

"Eddie," Gareth says, then changes tactics. "Fine. I'm sure that's true. But, just. Move. Let me," Gareth says, nudging Eddie off to the side. "Get on the bus."

And somehow, Eddie listens, and does.

When Steve sidles up to him, and sees the red milk crates surrounding Gareth's feet in the hotel parking lot, Gareth sorting the loot, he's instantly irritated, "What're you doing? What's all this doing here?" Steve asks, arms waving. "For fuck's sake, Gareth, what have you been taking all this shit for? Do you know how much this extra weight affects gas mileage?"

And Steve seems to be doing that math in his head.

Gareth grinds his teeth together, "This was not me. This was Eddie."

"Oh," Steve says. Immediately changing his tune, softening, which is fucking annoying. Eddie would never have to get rid of a jacket.

Steve then asks, "What's the plan?"

Gareth nudges the crate full of liquor bottles, and they all clink together, "Day drinking?"

Steve puts his hands on his hips. 

Gareth picks up the one full of shampoo, "I was thinking about donating them to a homeless shelter or something. My mom volunteers at one back home. Says they always needed stuff like this. Eddie hoarding them isn't helping anyone, it's just as wasteful as leaving them to be tossed, right?"

And Steve pauses. Thinking.

"You can't donate liquor to the homeless," Steve says.

And Gareth laughs, "Well, I didn't mean the liquor. That we'll keep. Have some fun. I'm gonna deserve a drink or ten after sorting out this mess your boyfriend has made."

"Oh, he's my boyfriend when you don't like whatever he's doing, but your best friend any other time?"

Gareth laughs, and nudges against Steve's shoulder, "Exactly."

"Alright," Steve concedes.

Great. Awesome. Gareth had the idea, the plan, but he definitely needs Steve to be the one to figure out how to implement it.

And Steve does.

From then on, the sorted milk crates live in the under bus storage compartment. And now it's not just Eddie, no, now all of them save and throw their unused freebies into the correct ones after each stop. Soap. Shampoo. Conditioner. Lotion. And if they ask the front desk for toothbrushes or razors that they've forgotten from time to time, well, then that's their own business. 

And yeah, the liquor they keep for themselves. But they don't let it languish, hidden away. Instead they drink it, doing shots, playing cards as they rumble down the highway, getting tipsy as they cheat more and more blatantly at cards the drunker they get. It's fun. 

When a crate of toiletries gets full, Steve has a plan, a connection, of where they can donate it, wherever they currently are in the country.

It really doesn't take long for word to spread, and then there's a charitable foundation with a damn good purpose bearing Corroded Coffin's name, and several other touring bands helping. Reaching out to Steve. Their reputation precedes them: they're the heavy metal band that gives back. That they don't destroy hotel rooms, just rescue the toiletries from them that were destined for a landfill anyway.

Before long, many hotel managers start meeting them at check-in, handing over boxes of toiletries they want to donate to the cause.

Eddie's hoarding, his gluttony, turned on its head, and instead is being used for some real good.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

[bloodmoon24]

Four out of Seven Sins

(I might do Belphagor later)

[firestorm09890]

this is the best image in limbus company

[azurlily]

Merlin(Gluttony) Masterlist

Day 5 of 31 of yandere month May challenge

[box-of-chaooos]

Redraw! The deadly sins updated

[webweabings]

THE PLEASURE OF SIN IS SOON GONE, BUT THE STING REMAINS.

Saadi Shirazi; // "The Rumi Collection: An Anthology of Translations of Mevlana Jalâluddin Rumi", by Jaläl al-Din Rumi (Maulana). tr. Kabir Helminski and Andrew Harvey; // "Mind is a Myth: Disquieting Conversations with the Man Called U.G", by U.G. Krishnamurti; // "The Five People You Meet in Heaven", by Mitch Albom; // Roger L'Estrange; // "Suicide: A Study in Sociology", by Emile Durkheim; // "Wit and Wisdom of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle: Being a Treasury of Thousands of Glorious, Inspiring and Imperishable Thoughts, Views and Observations of the Three Great Greek Philosophers, Classified Under about Four Hundred Subjects for Comparative Study", by Socrates, Plato, Aristotle; // "The Maze Maker", by Michael Ayrton

[wild-saber1337]

HIGH METABOLISM NOT FAT!!! (Art by: alastorsart) on Twitter

Vivzie finally confirmed her choice of disign and confirmed that why bee isn't fat is because she is one the rare people with super high metabolism, I know a girl that has a high metabolism she can out eat me a 425lb man (I'm working out and dieting to get healthy again) and not gain a single pound and I'm jealous of her

[profanepurity]

I’ve been wanting to do more original art, and my versions of the Seven Sins are long overdue for updates on their designs. Here’s Beelzebub and Mammon together since they’re brothers!

[0ksypon]

Banica Conchita 🍷

[blackzer0]

Seven SINS of ALASTOR

Read more below!

PRIDE: Violet is a rare color in nature. In history it was very expensive and just for the royalty. Alastor look is - of course - inspred by our all King Lucifer Morningstar!

WRATH: Red is a strong color for strong emotions. It's very eye-catching and of because of this used for warning signs. Beware the Radio Demon! I thought a lether biker suit would look good at him.

GLUTTONY: Orange is a color of joy and the sin of gluttony includes all parts of excessive lifestyle. Because Alastor is known as a canibal I gave him a bloody chef suit.

GREED: Green is usually a positive color, in particular the color of nature. The nature is rich of resources and greedy ones claim all this richness for their own. Alastor wears some kind of business style. Well, he's a deal maker!

LUST: The color of lust is discribed differently in different sources. Mostly it's described as red, but also yellow is known as the color of prostitudes. In history they had to wear a yellow belt, so everybody would know in which business they work. While I used red allready for wrath, I went with pink, which is often used as the color of love. Dod you notice the heart shaped ear tips?

ENVY: When someone falls for this sin, you say they turn yellow with envy. Sometimes green is used instead, but in the origin it's yellow. Why someone gets yellow, I couldn't find out. I made Alastors clothes nothing special, so he has more reasons to get envy and jealous.

SLOTH: There's no special color for this sin, but gray and brown is often used, because these are no bright colors, not eye-catching, just boring. I gave Alastor a hoody and sweat pants for a lazy day on the sofa.

I hope you enjoyed this lil color education my deer heathens! Have fun with your favorite sins! ❤️