#seven deadly sins greed

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Seven Deadly Sins- Greed

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Redraw! The deadly sins updated

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Greed, digital painting by František Guderna

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nobody ever gets the mugshot of gluttony right. these days you think it has nothing to do with bodyweight. what a good trick: that gluttony could take a shape. no, there was never any fault in finishing a meal or in taking second helpings. it was always in taking from others that there was an issue - the oil baron's fingers steepled over dead bodies and stolen lands. gluttony - twin of greed, although most think greed and envy are the siblings - gluttony is pleased with the experience of gaining, is thrilled just-by-having. greed is the one that stays hungry, that has to move forever like a shark. gluttony likes it - "a glutton for punishment" is one who is seeking the harm, who loves the rush.

gluttony is a mother using her daughter's body for a diet testing ground, sharpening the bone angles. gluttony is saying why, well not! to the seventh and eighth mansion or yacht. it is not just wanting the six white horses, it is making sure that the horses came from your stables. it is not just bathing in milk - it is bathing in milk while others are starving.

oh, it's true that some sins still blaze in their bright floral prints. wrath in a white woman yelling at a person of color for even daring to be in her neighborhood. the red, incipient rage of a neck tightened at even the thought we would take the guns away. wrath has laurels, and she is good at her job, and works hard.

but sloth wasn't ever the sleepy morning of depression, the hours spent begging a clouded body to please move goddamn it; the protestant work ethic claiming even rest is somehow demonic. it was never chronic fatigue. sloth was subtle, a grey mist. she is watching you get bullied and she is deciding it is none of her business. she crosses the picket line because - what! it's just chicken, isn't it? she is closing her eyes and turning her head when the next anti-gay legislation passes. someone else will handle it. not the tense freeze of anxiety or a lack of preparation - she knows you're hurting and would rather you stay quiet about it. she tells other people i just don't see what the big deal is.

sloth is a father that doesn't do the dishes. sloth is your boyfriend's innocent shrug you're just better at household shit. sloth isn't the missed opportunity - it is the purposeful desire to just get-someone-else-to-do-it.

greed and envy are doing body shots in the back of a private jet. they are the way they always have been, but are lovers in the age of the internet. greed just finished union busting, is rolling a bitcoin over his knuckles, is about to start another MLM. envy is in a broadbrimmed hat, showing off her instagram life, grinning about how if you want it, work for it.

okay, it's true. you have a soft spot for lust, gathering dust in a corner. so tame in comparison to the others. but how funny lust is always painted as being a woman in tight clothes. you've met actually lustful women - the ones that purposefully climb into your partner's lap, the ones that say lesbians are gross but ask bisexual women into bed with their husbands. a lustful woman is not donned in lace and garters and red: that's how men think lust looks, painting their own sins into frame. this way, the sin displaces as fog and hovers above her: a woman in a dress is lust; what the man experiences is just the natural consequence.

here is the thing: lust is doing just fine, save your pity. lust is running more circles than any of them. lust is shutting down safe sexwork sites while also making teenagers in knee-high socks sex sensations. lust is CEO of an advertising network where women never pass 25 years old. all the bras lust makes are pretty to look at but, when worn, legitimately hurt. lust has a podcast, his fur coat looped around his shoulders, sells the idea that only certain people have value, that sex raises some and destroys others. lust is tilting his head and asking what did you expect when you dress like that? lust shuns you, sneers that everything you want is disgusting and taboo - right until he can figure out how to capitalize off of it. lust has the midas ability: everything he touches becomes an object.

people usually say wrath is the scary one. you agree with FMA here, though: the real dangerous one is pride, and the shit-eating grin. the white cloaks and the nationalism and the inability to apologize. it is every partner who threw a book at your head because you don't respect him. it is every mother who said my son doesn't deserve to have his life ruined over allegations. it is the teacher that fails you because you talked back.

you worry you have this one. you feel guilty when you need help but don't ask for it. prideful. ashamed when you complete something and feel good about it. too proud for your own good. but pride is not the reward of hard work or accomplishment: pride is a twitter feed. it is the thing that has to mask i didn't do anything with look at me.

pride is your father's raised hand, his raised voice. how he was never there when you needed him, but he is still "head of house." he ruins dinner and blames it on you: you're an embarrassment to this family. this is the glass you walk around, the cuts in your feet. how he says this isn't how i raised you and you have to bite back the retort: that's because you didn't actually fucking raise me.

[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:

[novelconcepts]

Fall of the House of Usher has everything, tbh. Seven Deadly Sins family. Everyone’s queer. No one has a moral compass. Nightmare goblin energy everywhere. The most grotesque deaths you’ve ever seen. Hilarious snark. The hottest women in the world. Carla Gugino in fifteen different wigs. Violent lesbians. Cats coming out on top. Cool tattoos. Orgiastic vibes. Katie Parker being Just A Lady, for once. Terrific hair. A granddaughter who takes no shit. Intimacy issues galore. Storytime. Storytime. Storytime.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Sitting In His Lap

Note: I'm back at writing for multiple fandoms. I was left unattended without a wifi, only microsoft word and my thoughts. This is the result. Stay tuned for more!

Rainbow kisses

You squirmed in his lap but to no awail. The sin of greed had you caged in his strong arms and shown no indication of letting you go. Just minutes ago, you were running around boars hat, serving customers, when Ban called you over to his spot behind the bar. Before you had chance to react, he hooked his arm around your waist and pulled you close. Now, you tried to free yourself from the captivity of his strong grip while he had time of his life watching your fruitless struggle.

„And why would I do that, huh?“ he pressed his chin on your shoulder with dumb grin, „can’t have you running away from me again.“

You growled in frustration and smacked your hand over his face, trying to push him away while trying to ignore how the proximity of his face to yours made your heart stutter.

„Hm? What’s this?“ Ban hasn’t shown the slightest reaction to you practically smacking him and instead nibbled on your fingers that were now conviniently in his reach. The sensation of his tongue sliding over your fingers forced a squeak from your throat „You’re trying to turn me on?“

Before he had a chance of engulfing your index finger in his mouth, you ripped it away.

„I’m trying to push you away!“ You barked as you started squirming even more, flailing your arms and kicking your legs in hope of annoying him enough that he’ll let you drop on the floor.

Instead, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you closer his chest, his face nuzzling against the side of your head. You were forced to feel the warmth and hard planec of his chest. At that moment your remembered that he’s only wearing an apron with nothing underneath. Damn it.

„If I were you, I’d be more careful sweetheart.“ He whispered into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. „With you squirmin‘ on my lap like this, I don’t know how long I can hold on.“

That made you froze completely. You reclaimed completely unmoving in his lap for a second or two before he barked out a laughter. You gave him stink eye as you watched him cackling. Of course he was making fun of you. He just lived to annoy you, didn’t he?

„Very funny.“ You grumbled, your attempts at breaking free momentarily forgotten. „Are you done making fun of me for today?“

He stopped laughing, seizing you with suprisingly sober expression. „It’s true though.“ He leaned closer as if telling you a secret. „I like having you close. The fact that your ass feels nice is your fault.“ Once again he hides his face in the crook of your neck, „Do you have any idea what you’re doin to me?“

You found it difficult to swallow. He emphasized point by grinding up against you with squeeze to your hip. You let out a keen of his name as you felt his hardness pressing up against you.

„Say my name again.“ He whispered to you, voice coarse and grovelly with desire. The hands that held your wrists gripped your thighs as his teeth scraped the side of your throat.

„Ban…“

„BAN! The customers are waiting!!“

You both jumped as Meliodas’s voice broke the heated mood between you. You scrambled away from him with tremble as his fingers ran down your leg one last time. He stalked out of the kitchen with annoyed grumble while you took another minute to get yourself together before you’d walk out and everyone saw the mess he made of you.

[ilexdesign]

Oranges

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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

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7 Deadly Sins x Reader Headcannons

PDA in public vs private

Characters: Meliodas, Ban

❤️- read as romantic

Warnings?: Meliodas is a bit NSFW, but really when is he not?

Meliodas

- You think this man cares that you’re in public?

- NO!

- He’ll grope you regardless

- He’s gonna give you all the lovin’ and more

- Makes many sexual jokes and gestures to try to fluster you or make you react

- If you’re uncomfortable to show a lot of affection he’ll tone it down a bit if you ask

- PDA in private isn’t much different

- He will however wrap his arms and legs around your frame and cover your face and neck in kisses

- Still prefers groping though 😓

- He’ll bury his face into your chest (wether you have boobs or not) and leave hickeys

- He can and will stay there for hours just sucking while massaging your butt

Ban

- Dosen’t mind showing PDA in public at all

- Not overwhelmingly touchy

- He doesn’t care for other people’s opinions so he does anything he wants

- But again, not super touchy, he’s not naturally super affectionate

- Likes pulling you into his lap to hold you close

- Greets you with a kiss on the lips ^-^

- In private he is more romantic

- Long make-out sessions that don’t have to go any further

- Wondering hands will start at your waist and will slowly make their way down

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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!

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

The Waiting

Prompt: Greed | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: M | CW: Brief Sex Scene | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth/OC, Gareth & Eddie | Tags: You Can't Have Your Cake and Eat It Too, Right Person Wrong Time, Missing Your Chance, The Waiting Is The Hardest Part, Second Chances

"She's not answering," Gareth says, holding the room phone up to his ear. 

"Believe it or not, her life doesn't revolve around you, kid," Eddie says, writing in his little notebook, not even looking up. 

Well, yeah, Gareth knows that. He does. But she also knows his tour schedule. She knows that when he gets within 100 miles of Omaha, they always find a way to meet up. It's been this way for two years. 

Nights spent together, holed up in hotels, fucking and laughing and having a good time together. Because while they like each other, they know that trying to make this work while he's on the road is a non-starter.

So, they only get nights. Great nights, a few times a year. Her in his arms, his bed, his heart. When she's there, she's the only one he wants.

It's the most comfortable and predictable thing in his life, besides music. They have an arrangement. Non-exclusive. Don't ask, don't tell. And it's worked. 

But now, she's not answering or returning the message he left on her machine, and that's never happened before. She always calls back. 

When she finally calls back, it's not what he expected.

"She has a boyfriend now," Gareth says, flopping down on the bed. "Can you believe that?" 

"Uh, yeah? She's a fucking doll. Maybe you should've committed when you had the chance."

"You know I'm not doing that until I'm at least forty. She knows that, too. I never lied." 

"I didn't say you lied, but you definitely got greedy, kid. You wanted her to wait while you were off fucking around. Did you seriously think that she'd wait forever, just on the off-chance you'd settle down with her someday? Get real. I'm sure she weighed the odds if you'd ever settle. And if you did turn forty, and magically decide it was time, what were the chances that you would marry forty-year-old her, and not some twenty-eight-year-old groupie?"

Eddie's monologuing at him. Which is nothing new. But it still makes Gareth bristle. 

"That's not. I wouldn't. I wanted her. My endgame plan was always her."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, "Well, maybe her endgame plan wasn't you."

Gareth still calls. Every time they wind through the Midwest. Two years later, he's nearly two hundred miles away in Bonner Springs, and that's further than their agreement covers, but he tries anyway. He'd make it work. But when he makes contact, she finally tells him not to call again. That if she ever wants to, she'll get a hold of him, not the other way around. 

She never does. 

After five years, they play right in Omaha, and he doesn't whip his head around with the arena lights, searching every face his eyes can find. 

But he does wonder if she married the boyfriend. If she has kids that aren't his. 

He wonders that a lot. 

They take a break from touring. He's thirty-one, and alone every morning when the sun comes up. Everybody's beat up and worn down. One year off turns into three. He's not sure they'll ever get back on the road. 

Everybody's settled down. Happy. 

Everybody but him. 

So, he pretends. Gets a girlfriend that's probably too young for him, but she doesn't give a fuck about what he does on the side, because she isn't interested in anything other than his money. 

It's not a terrible deal. He gets to fuck around, and his house isn't empty. 

Two years in, sitting across from Eddie at breakfast, he says, "I could marry her, I guess."

And Eddie drops his fork. Deliberately. Like an asshole. 

"Don't you fucking dare. You don't love her. You barely like her."

He's pretty sure he's not capable of love. Because the only time he thinks he felt it, he didn't do a damn thing about it, instead trading his happiness for his freedom.

His engagement makes the news, but so does the messy break-up, later. 

"At least you're only out a diamond, for fuck's sake," Eddie says, yanking open the blinds. Gareth hates him right now. 

"I miss her," Gareth says. 

Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh, "No, you don't. You're just lonely." 

Gareth rolls over, face in his pillow, mumbling, "Not her. Di."

There's a beat where he thinks Eddie didn't hear him, but he's not that lucky. 

"Jesus H. Christ. That again?" 

Again? Always. 

"You don't want Di. You just want what you can't have." 

That's not true. 

They book a stretch of shows. Gareth isn't sure it can be called a tour, it's so small. And he's pretty sure it's just to get him out of the house. Either way, they're on the road again, and he's back to his old habits. It really is like riding a bike. 

He has Steve order the condoms he likes in bulk, and fucks his way through the cities they hit. He's good at this. He's never gonna settle down. He says he's getting a vasectomy, and Eddie tries to talk him out of it. Eddie's just scared he'll start raw dogging around, after. 

Fair enough. He's overdue for a downward spiral. 

The shows are fine. But they always are. They are well-oiled and in sync, even after years off. 

Then they land in Omaha. 

There will always be a pang of hurt coming here, but it's been over ten years. She's not his, and never really was, because he never let her be. 

The arena is playing music before the show starts, as always, but tonight three out of the last five songs have been Tom Petty. It's an extra twist of the Omaha knife. 

Di loved Tom Petty. 

The Waiting starts up.

That's it. 

"Steve," Gareth snaps, "for fuck's sake. Tell them to knock the Petty off, it's putting me on edge." 

Steve just shrugs, like he has no control over it. As if he couldn't put a stop to anything with one look, hands on his hips. 

So, he's letting this happen. Asshole.

On stage, Gareth's still in a bad mood. But there's a looker in the front row, and maybe he can make that happen tonight. 

After the set, he runs off-stage and right next to Steve, is Di. Older, with different hair, but definitely her.

His heart stops. 

She's here. 

He's thirty-seven. And she's here. 

He holds the door of his dressing room open for her. He figures they're gonna talk. Maybe close this chapter for good. 

But he sits on the couch, legs spread, and she crawls right on his thighs. Then grips his shoulders, and pulls herself forward, flush against his crotch. 

Oh fuck. Goddamn. 

They tear off clothing, desperate, fingers grazing. A condom is found, and then she's sinking down on him. 

He groans, and tilts his head backwards. 

"I wanna know," she says, and he looks at her. Waiting to see what she wants to hear as she's rocking on him. Tom Petty was right. The waiting is the hardest part.

Then she smiles, "Are you still a slut?" 

He laughs. Not Petty, Chili Peppers, then.

And he is. Nods. But, maybe?

Maybe, he doesn't want to be. 

"Not if you'll stay."

"Right answer," she says, teasing, caressing his stick calloused fingers. "You're not forty yet, you know?"

"Forty isn't even old." 

She laughs. 

"I was single for the first time in years, and thought, now? Then I read you were getting married."

"Not anymore," he says. 

"I know. That's why I'm sitting on your cock," she teases, and he laughs. "I didn't know if I even remembered you right. Or if you'd remember me at all. It's been years."

He touches her hair, her face, "I want you. I love you. Not telling you that, not acting on it way back then, haunts me. I lost fucking years with you."

And, yeah, he's not forty. 

But he's ready.

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! 🦇

Well, yeah, I might have chased a couple women around, All it ever got me was down, Yeah, then there were those that made me feel good, But never as good as I feel right now, Baby, you're the only one that's ever known how, To make me live like I wanna live now Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, The Waiting

Notes: Title is from The Waiting by Tom Petty (shocker, lol) but this was also heavily influenced by the songs I Should Have Married You by Old Dominion and Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

[tytarax]

Teasing (Ban x reader)

(Happy Birthday to me)

Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and excitement as she watched Ban from across the room, lying in bed, helpless. He had teased her one too many times, and she was ready for some payback. With a smirk on her lips, she made her move.

Before he could react, she was on top of him, pinning his arms above his head. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"Getting some revenge," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. She tied his wrists securely to the headboard of the bed, ensuring that he couldn't escape.

As she stood over him, her heart racing, she couldn't help but admire how vulnerable he looked. It only fueled her desire for revenge. Slowly, she began to undress, her movements deliberate and sensual.

Ban watched her with a mixture of fear and arousal, his cock already hardening in his pants. Y/N smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She straddled his hips, her naked body grinding against his crotch.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

"Getting what I deserve," she replied, her voice low and sultry. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached for his belt.

Y/N held Ban's cock in her hand, admiring its size and length. She hadn't expected him to be so well-endowed. With a smirk, she ran her tongue along the head, tasting his pre-cum.

"Y/N…" Ban moaned, his hips bucking up towards her. She chuckled, amused by his reaction.

Slowly, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, teasing him with her tongue as she took him deeper.

Ban groaned, his hands clenching the sheets beneath him. "Y/N, you're killing me," he gasped.

She grinned, loving the power she held over him. She moved up his body, straddling his chest. "Now it's my turn," she purred, lowering herself onto his rock-hard cock.

She took him inch by inch, moaning as he filled her up. "Fuck," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She rode him hard, her body bouncing up and down on his.

Y/N reached between them, rubbing her clit as she took him deeper. The sensation of being both pleasured and in control was exhilarating. She looked down at Ban, watching the pleasure play out on his face.

As she neared her climax, she leaned down, her teeth grazing his neck. "You like that?" she panted.

"Yeah," he moaned, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts.

Y/N's body was shuddering with each orgasm. She looked down at him, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She had taken control, and he had loved every second of it.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she purred, her voice laced with amusement.

"I won't say I didn't," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "But I still have some payback in store for you."

"Bring it on," she challenged.

As they rested together, their hearts racing, Y/N felt that strange sense of connection with the Fox sin. Despite their initial hostility, they had shared an intense and passionate night.

Kinktober

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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! ❤️

[thneeden]

Greed: Gluttony! You know I hate sweets!

Gluttony: But you're so salty, you need the sweet!

Greed: ...You're not funny!