#the mun behind the sin

[sinfully-divine-a]

Mainly focused on Lucoa's assets, after all O-Cups are simply to die for, literally.

But her other "ass"ets though~

Just. As. Good.

[sinfully-divine]

Chests made to be have a cock in between them right there~

@thehornypanopticon

"And I clearly give the best titjobs among us all~"

...Vert. You don't get to decide that. I do.

[absoluteangsty]

// She has to stand on her tip toes for this lovable idiot

[voltagexvenomxvanity]

{RULES}

1) You must be 18 or older to follow/interact with this blog. I'm 21+ and so are my muses. Hazbin Hotel is for ADULT audiences ONLY. I will be checking. If you don't have your age in your bio/visible to mobile users, I'm blocking you on sight. No excuses. You can even message me privately if you're uncomfortable stating your age publicly.

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4) Give me something to work with or so help me! Plot with me, especially if you're throwing an OC my way. If I can't work with what you send me, I'm gonna ask you to fix it. If I still can't work with what you give me, I'm ignoring you and will block if it continues.

5) Please have an idea about the RPC and how to RP. I don't mind teaching new RPers the ropes but I'd prefer if you already knew what you were doing.

6) My muses are assholes. Vox and Val in particular. I'm not changing them for anyone, you've been warned.

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8) I write these three with a mix of Canon and headcanons. I do not need you telling me how to write my muses, please, and thank you. This version of the Vees is MINE.

9) I'm open to shipping! I ship based on my own ships, chemistry and Canon. My favorite ships to write are VoxVal, ValAngel, and StaticSpider (Vox x Angel). I am also a sucker for RadioStatic (Vox x Alastor). I'm open to other ships though!

10) No personal, blank, or porn blogs beyond this point! I check everyone who interacts with my blog. If you do not have an RP blog, fuck off. Period.

[vanilladollette]

Hii 😊

You have no idea how happy I was when I saw that you were writing for The Glory. Okay, so first thing first, I want to say that English is not my first language and this is first time I'm putting request for anything, so I'm little nervous and that's why I'm anonymous, so sorry about that 😅😅

I would like to request for Ha Do-yeong (my fav) - maybe 1) reader was a friend of Dong-eun in high school that was also bullied after Dong-eun left and Dong-eun kept eyes on her and asked for her help bringing bullies down together or 2) she overheard Dong-eun and her friend Seong-hee when they were in coffee shop?? while they were collecting evidence and reader then decided to offer her help to Dong-eun because she was also bullied (somewhere else) but she didn't have chance to get her revenge so this would be some sort of closure. So, Dong-eun sent reader to infiltrate Do-yeong's life as nanny or new assistant in his company so she could gather everything she can from him.

( If you can it would be great if you can make reader as intelligent as Dong-eun so she can charm Do-young in similar way because it was absolutely beautiful in the show, and can you make them a couple in the end so they could go to UK together with Ye-sol)

I would like to apologize for long ask, because it's first time I doing this so I wanted to make to make everything clear, but if you can't do it or if it's too difficult I will understand 😊❤️

To New Beginnings

Pairing: Ha Do-yeong x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: When aformer bullying victim infiltrates Ha Do-yeong's life to expose his wife Yeon-jin’s dark past, ultimately aiding Moon Dong-eun’s revenge while forging an unexpected bond with Do-yeong that leads to a new beginning for both of them.

Warnings: None

A/n: You're all good! I was really excited to start this and really enjoy writing this. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it.

You envied the people whose high school experiences were wonderful.

For them, high school was a place of friendships, first loves, and memories they would cherish forever. For you, it was nothing short of hell.

Some like to say that everyone gets bullied at some point, but is it normal for your bullies to hold you down and press a burning-hot straightener against your skin? Is it normal for your uniform to soak in blood from the burns, for the scars to remain years later as a reminder of their cruelty? Is it normal for their parents to bribe the police, ensuring that no justice was served?

No.

Everyone claims they were bullied, but they were never bullied the way you were.

You weren’t the only one they tormented. Yeon-jin and her group had favorites—victims they singled out and broke down piece by piece. You were one of them. Moon Dong-eun was another. She was the one they bullied the most.

Then, one day, she dropped out.

Dong-eun dropped out in her senior year, the school records listing bullying as the reason. In the official report, she named Yeon-jin, Sara, Jae-joon, Hye-jeong, and Myeong-oh. Some students whispered that Dong-eun’s homeroom teacher, Kim Jong-mun, had beaten her in the staff lounge for daring to speak up.

And then, silence.

She was gone.

You never saw her again.

For you, graduation was your only salvation. You escaped high school, but escaping didn't mean forgetting. The scars remained—not just on your skin but in your mind, woven into your thoughts, your fears, your very existence.

Yeon-jin thrived. She became a respected news reporter. Jae-joon built a luxury brand empire. Sara turned to painting, hiding her addictions behind expensive art. Hye-jeong climbed the social ladder, desperate for a place among the elite. And Myeong-oh? He remained their lapdog, their fixer, ensuring their past sins never saw the light of day.

Meanwhile, the people they destroyed were still suffering.

You swallowed your pain, buried it beneath layers of professionalism and cold calculation. You built a life—one far away from them, or so you thought.

Until one evening, eighteen years later, Moon Dong-eun appeared before you.

"Would you like to get revenge on them?"

It was the first time she had ever spoken to you. The first time someone had acknowledged the injustice of what happened.

And it was the moment you realized you would do anything to see them suffer.

Dong-eun had spent years planning her revenge. Every detail was meticulously crafted, every step carefully considered.

"Yeon-jin’s husband—Ha Do-yeong."

She slid a file toward you. Inside were documents, photographs, notes. The CEO of Jaepyeong Construction. Unlike his wife, he had built his success through hard work rather than manipulation. From all accounts, he was a man of integrity.

"I need more information on Do-yeong. If Do-yeong knew the truth about Yeon-jin, he would never stand by her," Dong-eun said. "I need someone to get close to him."

So you entered his world as his assistant in his company.

The first time you met Ha Do-yeong in person, he barely spared you a glance. A man like him—brilliant and composed—had no reason to concern himself with a new assistant. But you understood the rules of the game, the subtle art of gaining his attention.

You didn’t seek it outright. Instead, you let him notice you.

Your work was flawless, your insights unexpectedly sharp. During a high-stakes meeting, you corrected a minor yet crucial calculation before the finance team could. When an important client hesitated on a deal, you subtly shifted the conversation, using your knowledge of their company’s inner workings to sway them in Do-yeong’s favor.

He watched you after that. Not obviously, never openly. But you felt the weight of his gaze in meetings, in passing conversations. He started asking for your thoughts on projects, not just reports. He started testing you, too, throwing unexpected questions your way, just to see how you would respond.

And each time, you met him head-on.

It was a slow, methodical dance. You never overstepped, never gave him reason to doubt your professionalism. But you let him see glimpses of you—the way your mind worked, the way you saw the world.

Then, one evening, after a late meeting, he finally acknowledged what had been building between you.

“You don’t think like a typical assistant,” Do-yeong remarked as you rode the elevator down together.

You tilted your head, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips. “Is that a compliment, sir?”

He studied you for a long moment. “It’s an observation. One I’ve been making for some time now.”

You let the silence stretch between you, feeling the shift in the air. Then, with quiet confidence, you met his gaze.

“Then I hope you continue to observe.”

It was late when you finally had the chance to ask. The office was empty except for the two of you, the air heavy with the scent of coffee and paper, the quiet hum of the city beyond the windows the only sound between you. Ha Do-yeong was reviewing reports, his sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened—an image of control even in his moments of exhaustion.

You sat across from him, feigning casual interest as you set down your tablet.

"Do you ever wonder about the past?" you asked lightly, as if the question was just an idle thought.

Do-yeong barely glanced up. "Depends on the past."

"Your wife's, for example."

That made him pause. His eyes lifted to meet yours, sharp and unreadable. "What about it?"

You tilted your head, choosing your words carefully.

"I just mean… She’s a public figure. A reporter. People like that usually have well-documented histories." You offered a small, knowing smile. "You must have known everything about her before you married her."

He studied you for a moment, setting his pen down. "I knew enough," he said evenly.

"Enough," you repeated, as if turning the word over in your mind. "That’s interesting. Because people tend to hide things. Especially about their youth."

He leaned back slightly, his gaze assessing. "Is there something you’re trying to ask me?"

You met his stare, letting the silence stretch. Then, finally, you shook your head, offering a small chuckle. "No, just making conversation."

Do-yeong didn’t respond right away, but you could tell he was still watching you closely. After a long pause, he exhaled, returning his attention to his reports.

"Yeon-jin’s past isn’t something I’ve ever had reason to doubt," he said, his voice measured. "And I don’t keep records of things I don’t find relevant."

That told you everything you needed to know.

He didn’t have anything. No evidence, no knowledge of what Yeon-jin had done. He had never looked into her past because, in his world, she had never given him a reason to.

The conversation shifted after that, the moment passing without further weight. But as you left his office that night, you felt the weight of disappointment settle in your chest. Moon Dong-eun had hoped for something—anything—that could be used against Yeon-jin. But Do-yeong, for all his intelligence, was in the dark.

When you met Dong-eun later that night, you delivered the news succinctly.

"He doesn’t know," you said, watching her expression remain eerily neutral. "He never looked into her past. And if he has anything that could be used against her, he doesn’t realize it."

Dong-eun nodded, though there was no surprise in her gaze. "Then we keep going," she murmured. "If he doesn’t know the truth now… we make sure he finds out."

Days turned into weeks, and you continued weaving yourself into Ha Do-yeong’s world. You played the long game, careful and strategic, ensuring that your presence in his life remained irreplaceable.

With each passing day, he became more attuned to you—his gaze lingering a second longer, his words carrying an unspoken weight. He trusted you, even if he didn’t yet realize it.

And then, the cracks began to show.

The first was a subtle shift in Do-yeong’s demeanor.

It happened after a business dinner, an evening filled with conversation about stocks, market trends, and construction projects. But in between those discussions, Do-yeong had let something slip.

"Yeon-jin has been distracted lately," he had murmured, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "More secretive than usual."

You had only hummed in response, feigning mild interest. "Trouble at work?"

"Maybe." He glanced at you, as if weighing his next words. "Or maybe something else."

That was when you knew.

Moon Dong-eun’s plan was working.

The moment everything changed came on an unassuming afternoon.

You were in the office, organizing reports, when Do-yeong received a package—an unmarked envelope, hand-delivered. He opened it without much thought, expecting business documents or a contract.

Instead, he found photographs.

Burn scars.

Not Yeon-jin’s. Not anyone he recognized. But unmistakable in their cruelty. The skin melted and twisted, the wounds deep enough to have been inflicted deliberately.

And at the bottom of the envelope was a single note.

Your wife did this.

You kept your gaze trained on your work, feigning ignorance, but you could feel the shift in the room. The way Do-yeong stiffened, his breathing going shallow as he processed what he was seeing.

For the first time, the undeniable truth had been placed before him.

He left early that day, the envelope clutched in his hand.

After that, Do-yeong started searching.

You could tell by the way his phone calls grew colder, his interactions with Yeon-jin more distant. He started spending nights at hotels instead of home, using business as an excuse. But the real reason was written in the way he barely looked at her when they did cross paths.

He was pulling away.

And that was when you knew it was time for the next step.

One evening, as you prepared to leave the office, Do-yeong spoke up.

“Do you believe in justice?”

The question was abrupt, catching you off guard—but only for a moment.

You turned to face him, tilting your head slightly. “That depends on what kind of justice you’re looking for.”

He exhaled, running a hand over his face. “The kind that fixes mistakes that should never have been made.”

For a brief second, his mask slipped. The exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of knowing that his wife—the mother of his child—wasn’t the woman he thought she was.

You held his gaze, your voice soft when you finally spoke.

“Then maybe it’s time you start looking for the truth.”

Do-yeong was nothing if not thorough.

Once doubt had taken root, he didn’t stop until he had answers. And when he started looking, the truth unraveled faster than even you expected.

He found old school records. Reports of bullying buried under bribes. Witnesses who had long since moved on but still carried the memories. And then, finally, he found Moon Dong-eun.

She was waiting for him.

They met in a quiet café, away from prying eyes. You weren’t there for the conversation, but you didn’t need to be.

When Do-yeong returned to the office that evening, his expression was unreadable.

“She told me everything.” His voice was low, distant. “And I believe her.”

You nodded, not surprised.

“Yeon-jin doesn’t know that I know.” He exhaled, gripping the edge of his desk. “But she will soon.”

The calm before the storm.

And you were more than ready to watch it all unfold.

The scandal broke like wildfire.

Ha Do-yeong filed for divorce. Not quietly, not discreetly—but in full view of the public eye, ensuring that there would be no escaping the scrutiny.

Moon Dong-eun had done her part, exposing the truth in a way that no amount of money could bury. The testimonies, the evidence—it was all there.

Yeon-jin’s career was ruined overnight. Jae-joon, Sara, and Hye-jeong were dragged down with her. Myeong-oh? Dead. A casualty of the war long before it reached its peak.

And you?

You stood by, watching as justice was finally served.

Watching as Ha Do-yeong, the man who had once been oblivious to the darkness in his own home, walked away from it all.

Months later, in a quiet moment, Do-yeong sat across from you in a small café in London, far from the chaos of Seoul.

Ye-sol played by the window, her laughter soft, innocent—untouched by the sins of her parents.

Do-yeong sipped his coffee, his gaze settling on you. “You were right,” he murmured.

You raised a brow. “About what?”

“About the choices we don’t remember making.” His lips curved slightly. “And the ones that change everything.”

You held his gaze, feeling the weight of everything that had led you here.

“I never expected to find this,” he admitted. “Not after everything.”

You smiled. “Then maybe this was a choice worth making.”

And this time, when he reached for your hand, you didn’t pull away.

[adelha-mathilde]

In regards to the newest "Obey Me!" announcement.

Adelha would end up marrying a very wonderful Lord of Sin.

She would be glad to live in the House of Lamentation. All her Paw Posse would be there to spoil the brothers with snuggles.

Her apothecary shop would have a portal directly to the House of Lamentation for convenience. But the apothecary shop is a "honeymoon suite" that has the most powerful magic locks in all three realms for privacy.

As for who is the lucky husbando? The mun has several good demons in mind for who Adelha would end up with.

Lucifer is the most likely candidate with how these two just fit. He's an eldest brother. She's a mother hen dragon. They live to take care of their family. It gives them joy. Adelha has a way of bringing out the best in Lucifer's family. From calming Satan to a purring mess. To ensuring Mammon doesn't gamble or pawn anything off. They would have four kids for the brothers to adopt their own. Just all the kids in the House of Lamentation.

The next best candidate is Beelzebub. He is the bestest of teddy bugbears and Adelha would definitely love him with all she is. Constant cuddles and sweet words for Beelzebub. Adelha is able to keep up with feeding Beelzebub good and filling meals. The puppies in Adelha's Paw Posse adore Beelzebub and will dog pile him. Which he loves from all the cuddles and happy licks. Belphegor will do his best to just be slightly annoying towards Adelha. Mostly just laying himself on her from behind to make her chuckle and tap his nose. Again, lots of kids adopted by the brothers. With them building a daycare slash orphanage in the Human World. Beelzebub runs the daycare and feels full from all the joy and love.

The mun would say the best candidate for Adelha is Diavolo. A suave and charming gentleman demon who laughs a lot and smiles openly. Adelha would bring out his grin with ease. His words are full of sincerity and get Adelha grinning. The mun just knows if they got together, there would be centuries of pure loving bliss. They would have, at the very least, eight children. Be they adopted or natural. Just all the kiddos making happy memories and good moments. Barbatos is always seen with a happy smile and a kid in his arms. Diavolo is the most proud papa ever. He rolls with the chaos and mayhem and will only get frustrated if someone gets hurt. Thankfully, Adelha's entire Fae family move into the castle to him wrangle children and the Paw Posse.

I am sure that many of Adelha's cousins end up with a demon brother for a spouse. Like Leviathan would fall in love with Adelha's cousin Magdeline. Since Magdeline is a shy mouse computer nerd. Verne and Asmodeus would just whirlwind hard core elope romance around Europe for a year. Like hard core skiing and hot tub time. Driving on motorcycle to various gorgeous locales. They get back and already are expecting a kid. Agrias the kendo teacher and naginata coach ends up with Satan. They just click over learning new things hands on and both end up with four cats. While Alma would end up with Barbatos in the mun's opinion. Meek French lady who loves to make homemade fruit jam ends up baking with Barbatos and they just tumble into the unconditional fluffy romance arc.

[sinfully-divine-a]

Winter, show us you wearing that bikini.

The outfit in question:

Source

[sinfully-divine-a]

They'll also be returning here. But I'm wiping their memories. Anything that would of happened here, they will not remember it. They'll of never experienced it.

Makes things simple.

So I might actually stay Iconless for the time being as it's actually been a lot more flexible. I'll return to that once I get myself a healthy PC to use.

In the meantime, I'm reintroducing RWBY to the blog. I'm readding:

Yang Xiao Long

Weiss Schnee & Winter Schnee

James Ironwood

Cinder Fall

Glynda Goodwitch

And they will be from before Volume 4. To quote Nora:

[sinfully-divine]

It's crazy how a lot of you have told me you've read my rules even when I said you didn't have to.

I love you all, seriously!

[sevendeadlyrpg]

Hey tag lurkers! I've still got a lot of work to do with graphics and pages, but I've got the bare bones down and stuff cooking behind the scenes. I wanted to hit the tags to gather some interest. This will be a TVD-centered roleplay with some original ideas. Basically, the idea is that it will be an RP that creates itself.

Your muse can be influenced, or you can choose for them to not be influenced, but over time, the influence becomes more deadly with, say, a plot drop, etc. Eventually, there will be 7 characters acting as these sins discussed in the plot, representing them. So they'll be the 'leaders' eventually. I want this RP to be one we grow together as a community, and I welcome ideas. So please hit me with your questions, suggestions, or even register your interest ahead! We will probably get opening in the next couple of weeks. ❤️

- Spooky 👻

The darkness known as the Seven Deadly Sin were awakened and released nto the world. These sins, once sealed within the creatures of Mystic Falls supernatural beings like vampires, werewolves, witches, and even some humans had been kept at bay for centuries. Now, their dark powers are free. As the story unfolds, the Sins will slowly begin to reveal themselves. Not all at once over time, their influence will grow, and it will be up to you whether your character succumbs to them, resists, or takes on a Sin themselves. Muns will have the option to choose if their character becomes a vessel for one of the Sins, or if they fight to stay true to themselves.

[supreme-prototype]

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This blog is written by an adult (born 1998) and I don't know if the content will always be family-friendly, so as such, please only follow/interact if you're 18+!

In the event of any suggestive or outright lewd interactions or roleplays, the posts will be tagged 'activating sin mode' for anyone who'd like to filter that stuff!

OOC posts will be tagged with 'behind the machine'!

Mun usually defaults to it/its pronouns for V1, but any pronouns and gendered terms are fine!

The askbox is always open, so feel free to send questions or comments or general thoughts its way!

This account is multiship, with every ship being separate from each other; poly ships can be discussed if all writers involved agree!

Anons, OCs, and characters from other fandoms are welcome!

Multiples of the same character are welcome!

All images used are either official art or free to use!

[rosetintedduelist]

Siegfried’s Sexuality: The Politics of Attraction

I write Siegfried as bisexual with a preference for men, but you won't often see him with anyone on his arm. Why? Let's talk about it!

First things first, if you’re familiar with my AO3 writings, particularly my Trial By Fire storyline, this muse doesn’t abide by those headcanons. RoseTintedDuelist Siegfried is closer to canon. That said, he’s in Bavaria, Germany, for both iterations and that has distinct implications on his sexuality and self expression.

Germany has a reputation in the modern day for being a progressive historically protestant but now mostly agnostic nation that overwhelmingly accepts the LGBTQ+ community. This perception is lacking in nuance. As I write this, the 2025 German Elections results just came in and… it’s not looking great to say the least. But fascism and bigotry doesn’t happen overnight. For decades, Germany has dealt with conservative and regressive sentiments, particularly (though not exclusively) in the rural regions.

Bavaria, where Siegfried lives, is one of these rural regions. The nearest town to him is Füssen, at the foothills of his castle residence. A tourist town, it is objectively more accepting than the rest of Bavaria, but on the whole, the region is more conservative.

Bavaria has a complex history within and against Germany, but for the sake of time, it’s best to know the following: Bavaria is culturally and ethnically distinct from the rest of Germany. Many customs associated with Germany are actually exclusively Bavarian, including but not limited to dirndls and Oktoberfest. The region is historically Catholic and leans more conservative and insular. They have a distinct dialect and are often regarded as weird by the rest of Germany. After WWII and into the latter part of the 20th century, they had an outspoken nationalist movement that wanted to separate from Germany and be their own country. This is all to say, by setting him in Bavaria, my Siegfried did not grow up with the ability to love or express freely- those acts were and are rebellion, even as the region shifts culturally today.

That said, the flavor of bigotry encountered day to day is very specific in Siegfried’s case: his family is more agnostic, and therefore doesn’t see his proclivities as a sin or anything like that. Homosexuality, and even just sexual or romantic attraction, is simply an inconvenience, a distraction. To marry for reasons other than money and power is a waste of a time, let alone the petty dates Siegfried would want to go on to get there. If not for profit, what’s the point? (This pragmatic view is more cutthroat than religious bigotry, in my opinion.)

Siegfried is in a constant struggle to be himself and also please his parents. Their goals are diametrically opposed. A world of flowers, fine suits, and self care doesn’t fit with the goal of capital and family legacy. Over this life, Siegfried has come to a compromise: dress and act flamboyantly, but Schroeder Corp comes first. He can earn leniency for his dandyism if he finishes the tasks and goals required of him.

Unfortunately for him, his greatest goal as set by his parents is to destroy Kaiba Corp. This is something I, the mun, firmly believe Siegfried is incapable of doing, in every possible timeline. Kaiba’s success comes from his own desires. Siegfried’s desires were set by his parents. Kaiba is not a tool of anyone’s far off dreams. Siegfried is. He was born and bred to be a tool of his family. It’s not a winning scenario for Siegfried.

So there is very little room for authentic sexuality and romance in Siegfried’s home life, and little more in the region he resides. To have a woman on his arm for reasons other than marriage into another rich family would be scandal- a man, even more so.

But scandal hasn’t stopped Siegfried. He’s certainly not the only CEO in such a position, and misery loves company. He’s found plenty of relief behind closed doors with one night stands, but that relief is firmly temporary, and taboo. He’s not opposed to paid services either. It is simply the price for living the life he does, for tiptoeing the tightrope that is living for oneself and living for one’s family.

To get into the meat of his attractions, Siegfried is firmly a bottom, even with women. He wants to be dominated, to have the burden of power taken away from him. He likes to be degraded, to be tied up, and used. These kinds of acts aren’t something he can trust the average fling with and are usually only performed by a paid party, whose discretion is bought. His flings are more haphazard: one night stands with other businessmen in bathrooms or hotel rooms miles away from either of their homes. These authentic but secret encounters are almost exclusively with men- his desire to be dominated is too subversive of heterosexual expectation for most cis women, and he can’t have them blabbing. It’s too risky given his title and family name.

That all said, flirting is fair game to Siegfried- a leniency he’s earned. However, his emotional and flamboyant nature means he often is perceived to flirt more than he intends. It’s always a little hard to tell if he’s flirting or just being dramatic.

None of this compromise is in his best interest, objectively, but for better or worse (spoiler alert: it’s worse) he’s come to peace with the secrecy over the years.

[absoluteangsty]

'Cause all I ever really wanted In this short life was you....

[not-someones-shadow]

Please do go on a rant mun, your headcanons are pretty cool.

ALRIGHT EVERYONE! 13 DARKNESSES RANT INCOMING!

below the cut because this is going to be looong

Starting off, I like to split the 13 darknesses into categories of the 7 deadly sins, with 2 of the sins having one more member than the others.

But because I only have 8 characters, I can only really group them accordingly.

Also the shards take on the name of their host, with the exception of Vanitas

Vanitas is obviously gluttony. He is the Darkness's endless need to consume everything around it. Unfortunately, this manifested in Vanitas being endlessly hungry. He always needs to consume, needs to be one with every ounce of darkness. His power is derived from what he consumes.

Luxu is similar to Vanitas, as they were once one unstable shard of Darkness that was forced to be split apart into two. Luxu wants power, making him greed. He's always second place, never first, and darkness always wants control. So, he wants control. All of the control. His power is derived from power vacuums that he can fill.

Aced is on the spectrum of wrath. He is arrogant, and when someone says otherwise, he gets pissed. He's still a work in progress. His power is derived from other people not referring to him as the greatest, which unleashes that rage.

Ava is cunning, therefore putting her in pride. Whereas her host is sweet, the darkness uses that as a facade allowing her to instill trust when tricking someone. She's a schemer and her power is derived from other people not knowing any better than to trust her and going along with what she says.

Invi is also pride, as she believes that her way is the best. If you don't do as she says, you're wrong. She is steadfast in her beliefs and if the plan goes wrong, you're left behind as she puts the blame on you. Her power is derived from blind trust in her, that she eventually uses to leave people in tough situations. Very similar to Ava, except Ava uses trust. Invi uses force and guilt tripping.

Gula falls under sloth for his indifference. He would rather let fate go forth and not change it. This mostly cumulates in bad outcomes for everyone involved. His powers are derived from convincing others that there is nothing they can do in situations, often leading to worse outcomes and then using the dark emotions that arise from it to power himself. This is because darkness is more of a passive force than an active one.

Ira jumps to conclusions, landing him under sloth because of refusing to look further into things. But this is mostly him emotionally overpowering others (via darkness powers) into believing what he wants them to believe. He uses these reactions to double his own powers and reach more people. Often, they don't know it's happening. Relating to how Vanitas is darkness's need to consume the world, Ira is a less literal sense where he is "consuming", or influencing, everyone and everything around him.

I did not include the Master of Masters yet because I'm still working on him. These are subject to change as I see fit.

[sinfully-divine-a]

They'll be over here too.

After checking on that poll, I've added some Overwatch characters to my roster for folks and myself to enjoy!

Cole Cassidy - [ Cowboy Vigilante ]

Gabriel Reyes aka Reaper - [ The Reaper ]

Amelie Lacroix aka Widowmaker - [ Widow's Kiss ]

[mozukumi]

"You are such a hypocrite." and/or "How could this accidentally happen?" for your OC Meredith?

TY FOR THE ASK THIS WAS SO FUN ^_^ some of this is incredibly vague because it's based off of an RP that she was in, so i'm not including the names of other peoples OCs (except once but i'm still friends with the mun of that oc + he's in a ship with meredith so it felt relevant.)

switched around the order of the prompt for fun reasons which will become apparent. wordcount: 382

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"How could this accidentally happen?" she asks him. She intends it as an accusation, but she lacks the backbone to make her point more bluntly.

Even if she had the courage, her words would surely fall upon deaf ears - drowned out by his blubbering sobs. It seems her crewmates have already decided these tears have earned him redemption. That they all ought to pity him, the innocent young man who ‘accidentally’ reached for the antifreeze and forever changed three lives.

She wonders if something is wrong with her, for not being swayed. It would be better for group morale for her to force on a smile, to comply with the majority - it is what she has always done, and it has gotten her this far.

But she thinks of the young lady’s corpse. She thinks of her roommates trembling hands. She even thinks of the man himself, who will soon be sent to his death.

She is still certain that this was no accident. He has not asked for their forgiveness, and for this she is grateful. She doesn’t believe that she could give it.

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You are such a hypocrite.

Meredith hasn’t had this thought very often - though if she was more introspective, perhaps she would. 

But at a time like this - as she holds the bottle of camphor oil - even she can recognize her own hypocrisy. She condemned him for his ‘accidental’ poisoning, yet she was preparing to do it on purpose.

Their situations were different, though. She had to keep telling herself that. 

Niko had told her to be more selfish. He begged her to live for herself. And… she knows what he meant by that. He meant that she should put her past behind her. Not let herself be defined by the affair. 

But somebody as talented and radiant as him couldn’t ever understand. Somebody like her could never recover from this - having her worst sins exposed for all the world to see.

If that happened, her life would be well and truly over. Her only option was to take things into her own hands. If she didn’t succeed, she would end up dead - but at least she could die with the little dignity she still had.

She pours the camphor into the coffee. 

(you are such a hypocrite.)