#the deadliest sin

[hopidoodle]

AHHHH HE'S PERFECT @moonkissedart!!!! The colors! The pose! That absolutely spot freaking on expression!!! You're so talented!!!!!!

I'm so glad you enjoyed the story and art! 'The Deadliest Sin' with @fawn-eyed-girl remains one of my all time favorite collabs! Fawnie did such an amazing job with the story and it was so much fun working on it together!!!

Detective Taisho from The Deadliest Sin

I saw a beautiful vintage painting of Kagome by @hopidoodle, which led me to this interesting story by @fawn-eyed-girl 😍The atmosphere was so amazing, I had to draw.

You can read it here:

[sibblank]

"wholesome" celebrities always turn out to be up to no good, so how long until that baby hippo gets exposed?

[thegreatyin]

a thing im slowly realizing about the scoundrel is that they are decidedly not the hero in their story. they're the gay coded villain in someone elses

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: The Deadliest of Sins, Chapter Six

Chapter snippet:

A soft rap of knuckles on Lance's cubicle wall had him nearly jumping out of his chair and Hunk sent him a sheepish look that didn’t hide his concern.

“I’m heading out patrol,” he said. “You gonna be okay?”

“You want me to answer that?” Lance asked, hating the bitter tinge creeping into his voice and Hunk’s expression softened.

“Whatever happens tonight… it’s not your fault. You know that, right?”

“Someone’s going to die, Hunk. Because— ”

“Of a serial killer,” Hunk interjected before Lance could finish his sentence. “Got it?”

Lance let out a soft sigh and gave a mute nod.

He knew that.

It didn’t make him feel like he’d failed any less.

“Try to sleep,” Hunk said. “I’ll check in later, all right?”

Lance gave another mute nod.

And he waited.

xxx

At 01:12 hours no one had reported anything.

Lance wanted to believe that was a good thing, but he knew it wasn’t. It either hadn’t happened yet or they’d already missed it.

He resumed pacing around the office, almost wishing he liked coffee as he felt so tired but too jittery to sleep, checking his phone every circle and constantly watching the dispatch feed he’d put on the investigations’ television.

Nothing was happening.

Or, at least nothing related to his case.

There were a number of domestics, some disorderlies. A retail theft at the Walmart on Iverson Boulevard. A report of fraud — because who didn’t love to report fraud in the wee hours? — a bevy of noise complaints — barking dog, music too loud — and traffic stops across the board because even though it made more sense not to tie up resources on those if they came across a suspicious vehicle that way and it led to S then they would have regretted not stopping them for the broken taillight or going seven over.

Crime never slept, not even on the night Lance really needed it to.

He went back to pacing.

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[nomoreluckystarz]

Pride's a Death Sentence.

To become a leader's a big responsibility, too bad Leonardo doesn't have the minimum clue of what that entails. It's not just leading the entire army, equip them and train them with the best of the best; it is also to assume your own faults and grow as a person.

His entire life; Leonardo's been watering a plant made out of plastic.

What a disastrous mission it was.

There was not a single soldier who was not covered in blood, guts, or with some sort of limping. A few of the dead bodies were recovered, but the majority will be the Kraang’s night feast for sure. The retrieved odachi goes back into its owner’s hand; Leonardo sighs with profound heaviness, grossed out at the sight of removing the sword from of the alien’s corpse, swifts the blue cape to his side as he began to lead this troop to safety. 

He absolutely hates this; this is the way of existence –at the time of his wrongdoing, the future– he has set the entire world upon. At some intersection along the way, he’s able to find his brother Michelangelo and his group, at least the members that survived.

The red-eared slider noticed a new section of white hair on his brother’s mane; the glowing, rupture on his skin peeking through the wrappings of his arms. 

His younger brother, the sight of him aches with each passing day of the apocalypse, every darned minute of this calamity; Mikey was no longer that same jolly, happy-go-lucky turtle he knew since decades, since they were babies. Over time, he has grown serious, and mature; nonetheless, hope and the ability to see the good in everything, in everyone, remain unaltered within his heart.

Upon their return to the base, where they were once again met with disappointment and disarray, the automatic sequence commenced. Nurses clad in protective masks began to transport the injured in a line of stretchers, some of whom were accompanied by a loved one or sibling.

Speaking of siblings, Michelangelo had returned to his room, located at the very bottom of the headquarters building; a room where light was dim with no windows letting the dolorous view of the exterior to be seen, adorned by candles positioned in a circle, with a quilt in the middle of it. 

He’s in the middle of a meditating session, his hair spreading out on the bedding as the candles ignite with the might of his mystic powers. Three white butterflies emerge as apparitions from his palms, a golden lux reflecting on his watercolor eyes as he tries to smile, the markings that peeked from his bandages eventually go away, creating an additional gray section on his hair instead. 

The youngest of the clan, the one who’s got a promising future ahead, only if it weren’t for the fact that his power is so unbelievable that it’ll shorten his lifespan. It is something he’s willing to do ever since he managed to open a portal to save his brother from the Prison Dimension; their second father had previously stated the same thing. 

It is a regrettable fact for Michelangelo, the Mystic Warrior; despite everything he is humble about it. 

Which is the complete opposite of his dear older brother, whose life sentence is his own pride.

-- Amy Jade (REDHEADZ AU)

[divinekangaroo]

There's also this joy in sk’s incredibly claustrophobic feeling settings and scenes, compared/contrasted with these spheres (or spears) of Tommy's global influence or influences coming through, because that, too, is a compelling juxtaposition. Tommy's horrors/hauntings by the man in the shadows (so close, in his house, at his heels, coming into his territory, invading, all the while it's the man [in the constituency] next door) while there's this weight and horror of global war on the horizon. (And I think about: if Mosley *doesn’t* go down, Tommy’s brokering of the IRA, American and Mosley’s connection might have been a very large part of Mosley's success? I mean, talk about a gamble...)

Anyway, I do like writing my fic!Mosley constantly slagging Tommy with the label domestic all while Tommy’s sitting there *seething*

[plaguefated]

Watch me dance around possessed,

with your noose around my neck.

ASTHORA MARREK. Private and Selective Witch OC. 21+ only. A STORY OF death, resurrection, loss, vengeance, selfishness, magic, darkness, wickedness, reclamation of power, pain. Love.

CARRD. Established 2018. Resurrected 2023. Beloved by Vex.

[excstacies]

The state of the world is so bleak right now. I still have to believe humans are good and capable of peace and love. It is greed that corrupts us.

[keyboordspam]

I swear to god I must have woken up one day in Jamestown Virginia because I'm surrounded by puritans

[ary-totalgaylord]

I think about him like Gluttony, not because his weight, but because I want him to desire me the way I desire food, even the bigest amount can be bigger. Even if we only talked once, about how teacher is stupid, and how Wrath is right. I think about him like Gluttony because he's my deadliest sin, and i never get enought.

[ema0rsully]

Ok- listen to me on this one.

I find it surprising how the authorities arresting I.M.P. were from the sloth ring (the candles). Considering the fact that sloth = lazy. I’d expect the authorities to be from the wrath or even envy ring.

What if- and this is just a theory..

What if, Belphegor is always sleepy because she sleeps for the sinners and inhabitants of the sloth ring.

Belphegor is a sheep. When you can’t sleep, what do you do? You try to count sheep to try and get some sleep. Maybe, what Belphegor does is to help her subjects, she helps sleep for them and in return her subjects aren’t ever sleepy and always energised to do their work. All the energy she gains from sleeping, she gives it to her people so they dont require to sleep. But of course, this takes a toll on her because now she’s always sleepy.

I know, not alot of proof to go around this theory. But look at this guy,

He looks like some kind of anger therapist for Satan. He’s definitely from the sloth ring (the candle). And look back in S2 E4,

The guys are also from the sloth ring (the candles). Seems like all medicine/drugs comes from the sloth ring. And for a ring where you’re supposed to be demotivated or lazy, they do ALOT of work. From careers such as a therapist or an officer, these jobs require ALOT of energy. Some even time consuming.

And Belphegor seems to sleep ALOT compare to her own sinners/inhabitants in sloth. Thats why it got me thinking, how can her own people do all these jobs and yet Belphegor herself cant get through a trial without falling in and out of sleep? It makes you ponder.. why would she do that to herself?

Maybe because, her ring is at the lowest in the hierarchy. Its isn’t the most deadliest sin like pride or wrath. I also think she fears her ring might fall behind the other rings because her people will be too lazy to get anything done. So to avoid any mockery from the other Deadly Sins, she decides to give them energy by sleeping for them. It doesn’t matter is she’s oversleeping or not present when a meeting is being held, as long as her ring is prosperous, she’s sleeping peacefully.

I feel like the downside to all this is that, the sloth ring is ALWAYS awake. Nobody sleeps which means sinners and inhabitants are always finding something to do. Which is why her ring ends up being the ring with the best medicine/drugs, hospitals and maybe even security service.

[the-muppet-joker]

I know you thirsty bitches want my bald head soooooooo bad... Well no bald pics for you! Lust is the deadliest of the seven deadly sins, and will kill you faster than poison!

[vxnuslogy]

— broken toys. ft sunday

— warnings: slight angst

— author's note: my entry to the sunday brainrot, aka me manifesting for playable sunday.

sunday was the most desired man in all of penacony, and for a good reason too.

head of the oak family; the most handsome bachelor on the planet; a preacher of harmony that wanted the best for his home; what was there to not like about him? you were no stranger to the way he stared at gatherings hosted by the family, his gaze lingered too much on you; happened too many times to count as a mere coincidence. it sent your heart into a blazing beat, one that made your cheeks flush whenever he stood anywhere near you. just hearing his voice – the awkward laugh that rang like wedding bells when mr. gopher wood joked about the two of you being a match made in heaven – it became your favorite thing in the world.

the idea of marrying sunday has always been on the table ever since you were children. one playdate after the other – most of which were spent on the beach – where you, sunday, and his darling little sister robin would create sandcastles for miles. role playing as the kingdom’s regency while robin sang you songs until she fell asleep. such fond memories manifested itself to a lightcone that now sat in your bedroom. mr. wood was not blind with the way sunday looked at you – neither were you – and ever since then, he’d consistently bug you to marry his adoptive son who hid behind his wings to save his face.

and so you did. you married the man of your dreams and relished in being loved like a saint. 

every waking hour with sunday was spent with him worshiping the very ground you set foot on. slipping his hand under the table in meetings to fit yours because you were his rock, making sure he never strayed too far from you because to him, being away from you was the deadliest sin of them all. he loved you like the sun; burning brightly and warming your coldest days with only a whisper of sweet nothings in your ear as you let his touch scorch your skin in a way that made you wince but love him all the same. basking in the way his lips carved his name in your own with such passion you would close your eyes to everything else - he was the only view you would ever look at.

sunday burned brightly, but he burnt too quickly. just like how the sun could never stay in the sky forever, his revelry in you also faded like the waking night when the moon and stars started to replace him. sunday became too consumed in his goals of harmony, so much so that he lost his way that not even you, his darling, couldn’t save him from. 

even if his hands still gravitated towards yours, they no longer had the same warmth that you savored in his presence. he confessed his deadliest sins – the sin of being away from you – every night under the night sky’s judgment, only to commit them again the following morning. 

such was the cycle of sunday’s habit when he obtained his favorite toy. 

he drowned himself in the great pleasures of finally having his hands on the toy he’s been pining over for years. indulging himself in the adoration he had for you even if sometimes, it flickered with something more sinister, something much darker than the adoration he bathed and convinced you in. you let him suffocate in this false devotion until he started to pull back in boredom. until his favorite toy - you - was no longer his favorite.

you would pull away, starting to realize how this was not right, only for him to come sweep you of your feet – the same awkward laughter that once rang like wedding bells now sounded like red sirens, warning you of the danger you’d always ignore – and your falling back into the same maze that was your husband.

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: The Deadliest of Sins, Chapter 10

Fic Summary: (Police/Detective AU) There’s a serial killer haunting the streets of Garrison City. Detective Lance is assigned to the case, trying to solve the killer’s motive and identity before another victim shows up in a week. He can tell there’s something very personal to the killer about these crime scenes and how each victim is killed, but even Lance has no idea how personal this case is about to become.

Chapter Snippet:

Lance awoke to a pounding headache, an overbearingly sweet and yet musky scent, and the sensation of cold hands on his chest.

His bare chest.

His eyes flew open and he immediately regretted that as light, dim as it was, assaulted them and his stomach rolled dangerously and he let out a moan, squeezing his eyes shut then while trying to pull away from the hands that no doubt belonged to S and…

And going nowhere.

His eyes flew open again as though he needed to see the fact he was restrained, ropes tight around his wrists and ankles, in a chair to believe it, and he could feel equally coarse rope and cloth stretched across his face and he swallowed thickly, willing his stomach to settle as vomiting with a gag would be beyond awful.

But the unwelcome hands did remove themselves and were replaced instead with an almost amused sounding, “Waking up, Detective?”

Lance did not recognize the voice.

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(posted up to chapter 7 on AO3)

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

Riddle :: Wrath

A tiny spark is all it takes to ignite a fire that burns blindingly bright. If they won’t respect you and the rules on their own, you’ll just have to make them listen. After all, your wrath is justified, you are in the right here. It’s not you who is blinded, it’s everyone else who just can’t see.

Leona :: Sloth

Work smart not hard. Or don’t work at all; let someone else do the heavy lifting to get their hands dirty. And why not? After all, lazing around in the sun is what you deserve after being the brain behind this whole operation. There’s really no need to exert yourself when someone else can get it done too. Being awake, being asleep, what difference does it make? Why put in the effort when you will always be second best anyway?

Azul :: Greed

What’s so wrong with wanting it all? And who cares if you’ll ever find use for any of it, it’s more important that you could. Whether it’s money, knowledge or power, more is better and your desire to have more of it is valid. Avarice and success are two sides of the same coin and it’s golden gleam is oh so enticing.

Kalim :: Lust

Don’t think too hard about what pains you, just close your eyes and focus on what makes you happy. It’s so much easier than plaguing yourself with arduous topics such as betrayal and intrigues. It’s okay if the world is burning as long as it’s at your fingertips, so just indulge a little. Ignorance is bliss and bliss is what makes life fun, right?

Vil :: Gluttony

Never satisfied, never sated, you crave improvement the same way a starving man craves food and water. When you finally achieve something you have meticulously worked towards, there is no time to rest on your laurels, your eyes are already fixed on a new way to make yourself better, more beautiful, all in a never ending hunger for unreachable perfection. Would you be satisfied with being the fairest one of all?

Idia :: Envy

Sure, you’ve had some achievements in the fields you’re interested in but what else do you have going for yourself, nerd? This one remarkable trait aside, who’d be impressed by the rest of you? And it’s oh so easy too, to compare yourself with the people around you and the people you see online, only to find that you just don’t measure up. You’re envious of the people with normal lives, who get to choose what they want to do, who aren’t stuck and who easily fit in. Maybe you’re even envious of your past, where everything was still alright and within reach.

Malleus :: Pride

Being proud isn’t wrong, is it? Surely, everyone would feel that way if they were you. Just look at what you can effortlessly achieve, whereas others struggle so much with it. But you realise maybe too late that pride is often accompanied by solitude. After all, you don’t need anyone by your side, so why would anyone be willing to stand there? At the end of it all, you are too proud to lose to someone and too lonely to lose someone.

Yuu :: The Deadliest Sin

You know you’re doing it again. You just can't stop, can you? Sitting hunched over like an invertebrate when you really should know better. Have you eaten anything yet, drank enough water? Seen the sun, taken a walk and gotten enough sleep? I thought so. The time will come where you must answer for your sins, so don’t add to the tally.

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「✦ S n o w W h i t e ✦ 」

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Yandere! Roman Sionis x Snow White! Reader ɞ˚‧｡⋆

⋆.˚✮𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒜𝒰✮˚.⋆

Thinking about Yandere! Roman Sionis in a Snow White AU. Thinking about him being the evil queen/king who wants to poison poor little snow white.

✦•┈┈┈๑⋅⋯❦︎⋯⋅๑┈┈┈•✦

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n whose face is permanently bound to a black mask, whose wicked soul has bled into his physical form. Forever cursed by the dark arts to bear his sins to the world. Who locks himself inside his chambers in the castle's highest tower. Paranoia gnawing at his hardened flesh, he knows the kingdom hates him, he knows they want to savor his blood upon their tongues.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n whose only companion is a magic mirror, one side whole, one side shattered, he can't quite remember if he's at fault for that. A magic mirror who tells him everything. Evil King! Roman whose paranoia drives him to ask, again and again, who the people rever, whom they worship as their king, who is it that the people admire. Who is the fairest in all the land? It's always him, the mirror says. Tyrant king, intoxicated by his own power. The damsels still yearn for him, the noblemen still fall at his feet.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who 's appalled that one day, one grim dark day. The mirror doesn't utter his name, it sings about the princess, the last remnant of the old monarchy that Roman had crushed. The precious daughter of the weak king and queen of old. She is the fairest, in grace and in face. The maiden who sings to the birds and whose musk awakens the flowers. Whose smile puts the sun to shame and whose eyes sparkle brightest. She will be his downfall, the mirror says, the people dream of the fair maiden superseding their potentate masked king. Dream of replacing tyranny with benevolence, of trading secrecy for candor.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n whose face is forever ruined and so he refuses to allow the starry-eyed little princess to be the fairest in the land. Envy and paranoia both sink their ragged teeth into his heart as he gazes down from his window. Bearing witness to the fair maiden singing by the well as she hugs a little rabbit to her chest so tenderly. He knows she has to die, he refuses to be bested by a little girl.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who toils day and night, mixing the deadliest of poisons with the vilest chemicals. Smearing his potion upon a ripe red apple. Your essence flashes across his mind, perfect lips drawn into a cheerful smile. For a second he envisions them caught between his teeth, your tiny body withers beneath him, eyes wide as you gaze up at him in adore and abhor. It's the bright red of the apple that shakes away such visions. The lethal red eagerly awaits to be pierced by your pearly white teeth.

❦ ︎ Y a n de r e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who's always harbored a demented little crush on the naive little princess his kingdom still reveres, who always dreamed of harshly ringing his fingers across your face, of having you kneel between his thighs and kiss his rings. Who's had many a sleepless night dreaming of turning you into his perfect little toy. And maybe this apple is a love letter as much as it is a dagger to the heart. After all, what is a poison apple if not love twisted into malice, painted by ruby ​​​​​​glass shards and laced with sweet sweet detest? What is a poison apple if not a confession?

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who pushes sweet candy apples between your teeth forcing you to take a bit. Whose body is dangerously close to yours, fingers digging into the delicate soft flesh of your hips, laying bruises upon the bones. You're kinda cute like this, Roman thinks, wide eyes, terrified, and yet all so trusting. Like nothing in the world would ever dare harm a soul as sweet as yours. You melt under his touch, desperately clinging to pretenses and formalities, far too shy to deny your king.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who catches your body as it collapses, who watches as the poison dances across your face, dazed eyes hooded, forever closed. He takes a moment to appreciate this, you between his arms, lethargic and vulnerable just like a little doll. He carries you outside the castle, declares to the guards that 'someone' has poisoned the princess, declares that a public funeral shall be held. All while trying to hide his smug grin.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n, who only realizes how truly gorgeous you are when you're laying dead in your glass coffins marveled and exalted by all the weeping kingdom of Gotham. How dare they look at you, how dare they fawn over what's his. How dare they dream of what belongs to him. Ethereal beauty sprawled out among the red cushions entrapped forever in glass. How did he miss it? You may be the fairest but it was never you that he envied. He wanted you, needed you. It was the kingdom he was jealous of, the peasants or faux-faced nobles who fawned and swooned over you. Those who stole you away, those who made him hate you for far too long.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who listens as the people mutter about 'a prince', about 'true love'. They're too stubborn to let you die . Too hopeful to admit they've lost to the king. After all, they do say love is blind. Roman just hopes the village boys don't start lining up to kiss you. Clinging to frivolous hope that they are the one.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who never knew he would miss the thorn in his side. Who uses black magic and forbidden sorcery to reawaken you. Inhales the smoke and kisses you push it past your lips and down your lungs. Who makes the crowd watch in the dead of night as he "saves you", declaring himself the princess's "true love". Later in the castle, he pulls you aside, "Be grateful" he warns "I could have left you for dead". You're too dazed to speak, swallowing the words as they blossom on your tongue. 'I preferred being dead' you almost long to say.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who only now registers that you are his princess, his doll, the fairest of them all can only belong to him. You're not quite alive, not quite dead either. Clinging to Roman sitting pretty on his lap as he rules over all those poor unfortunate souls. Day by day your eyes grow more vacant, empty, all the stars have almost died out. Your only thoughts are of him, only of him, to you he's the fairest in all the land. Your one true love. The man who saved you from your eternal slumber.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who kisses you like he's trying to conquer what little of you is left, who bites at your flesh as if he were eating an apple . He relishes in the way your plush lips kiss across his shoulders and neck and masked face. Who can't get enough of his little princess.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who still feeds you poisoned apples and watches as your mind grows numb and your body taut. Who enjoys having you so scared and mindless, hugging him close as if he were your prince charming...

🎀I kinda love the DC x Fairly Tale AU idea. And to think it all came from a quick nap lol. Let me know if you guys want more of these. I'm thinking of a Little Red Riding Hood au with Jason Todd and desperately need a fairy tale for Harvey Dent!!

🎀@d3athmaskd1v1n3 @fancyfeathers @yandere-writer-momo