#sins and virtues

[katdoesnothing]

how are we feeling seeing the deadly sins

S&V // TDOSAU // THE DAILY OBJECT SHOW AU

[sea-owl]

I have an idea. I'm borrowing ideas from these posts started by @thekatebridgerton from here and here

It was the Bridgertons favorite part of the year. As the eight royal siblings of Hell and the hosts to the deadly sins, it was their duty to meet with their counter parts once a year for about a week, maybe two if things are slow, to make sure the balance between Heaven and Hell remained. The work itself they couldn't care less about; their coworkers however held all the appeal for them.

How they love riling the heavenly virtues up. Now if only they could get their names.

"The meeting started five minutes ago," Diligence reminded the Hell Royalty as they all sat down. Her dark eyes looked ready to twitch. Patience and Kindness each gave her a gentle squeeze on the arm.

"There's nothing wrong with being fashionably late," Anthony, the sin of Vanity said as he sat across from Diligence.

He eyed Diligence's slightly unkempt appearance, probably rushed here from another project of her's. "You could think about doing the same. I don't mind giving you time to freshen up-"

"We have work to do," Diligence cut him off.

Benedict, the sin of Sloth, slumped down into his seat. Kindness pushed a cup of coffee towards him. He moaned into the drink. "Kindness you're too good to me. Keep treating me like this and I just might have your children."

"Sloth that's impossible," Kindness reminded him.

Colin, the sin of Wrath, grinned as he sat across from Patience. That grin quickly fell into a pout when she continued to work on whatever was on that boring piece of paper.

Colin reached for the paper. Patience moved it out of the way. Colin reached for it again, and again Patience moved it. The game continued until Patience finished writing whatever sentence she was working on and looked up at Colin. "Yes Wrath?"

Colin grabbed her dominate hand, Patience moved the pen to the other hand and began writing with that one.

Daphne, the sin of Greed, wrote out her wants for the upcoming year. Fast and efficient, it will give her more time with her virtue anyway which is what she really wants. She hands the plan over to Humility to look over.

"A little too much Greed," Humility said. "Remember as the elders said we have to strike a balance. How about I take some of these instead?"

Daphne pouted. "I rather have them and you."

Eloise, the sin of Pride, sat across from Temperance. She doesn't understand why she has to be here. Her plan worked wonderful last year.

Temperance pulled out some notes on last year's plan. "Perhaps we can make some of these changes, hold back a little this year. Pride was a little high last year among the humans."

Eloise's jaw dropped.

Francesca, the sin of Lust, smiled at Chasity, leaning in closer. "Hello Chasity."

"Lust," Chasity greeted politely. His eyes never straying from her own. "Are you ready to get to work?"

Francesca sighed. She'll get him to look lower one day.

Gregory the sin of Envy stared longingly at the biscuit Chairity had in her hands. It was his favorite one too!

Chairity didn't even look up when she split the biscuit in half and gave one half to Envy.

"Chairity marry me!"

"No Envy," Chairity replied.

Hyacinth the sin of Gluttony, looked over Modesty's clothes. No, they won't do. Her virtue wore too little gold and needs richer colors, they would have to fix that. "Hey Modesty, how about-"

"Gluttony I am happy with my clothing," Modesty said. He almost smiled.

Hyacinth huffed. One day she's getting him out of that clothing.

The first day of the meeting went on, and when it was time to leave the Bridgertons opened their mouths only to have eight rays of holy light cover them.

"No true names," all the virtues said.

[spare-me-the-spades]

HELLO SAV BABIES (that don't quite exist just yet but im working on it!!!!)

SO HELLOOOOOOO I DREW MY SAV CHARACTERS (alfie gave me the full go to call them mine!! :D) W THEIR CANON HUMAN FORMS AND I WANTED TO POST IT HERE CAUSE I'M REALLY PROUD OF THESE DRAWINGS!!!!

for more info abt them, go ask the @sav-official blog!!! :3

[bloodmoon24]

The most votes is the Virtue I’m doing first, in between votes will be the Virtues I’m doing next, and the least votes will be the Virtue I’ll do last

[sav-official]

The Emperor and The Fool

He whom rules all is drunk with power, and he smites all whom is not worthy.

[icanartsorta]

[lyricaste]

This was sitting in wips for like 2 months but finally finished it :D

Without the retro filter below

[tazuransi]

the kiske siblings…

[astrhae]

Let there be matter, let there be gravity, let there be everything from pages 11 to 3,000,602 inclusive... (Funny if I did the good thing and you did the bad one, eh?)

GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 + the seven virtues and the seven sins

[solarstranger]

a/n. i'm starting to realize it's impossible to write anything but angst and/or hurt/comfort when you're just starting to explore one's characterization because of all the data on one's internal conflicts and cognitive functions. shouto is a very daunting character to tackle, and while i did as much research as i could into his psyche, i'm still half-and-half about my approach with him (get it?). still, i hope you enjoy this! (1.1k)

in hindsight, shouto would’ve probably slept through the entire duration of the car ride and then some if it weren’t for the begrudging ‘oi’ that he didn’t quite catch, followed by the not-so-friendly, sobering punch to the shoulder that he did catch—effectively startling him awake, much to his drunken chagrin.

“i’m not asking you again,” comes the ash-blonde’s familiar warning not even a second later, although shouto knows better than to rush himself to get out and into what seems to be his condominium complex in his inebriation. even in his intoxicated haze, it’s obvious which would grant him more of a deafening earful between being a slowpoke and puking over his close friend’s brand-new porsche.

still, nobody said he wouldn’t get one either way, although he supposes he’s lucky bakugou’s only muttering something about his “fucking” luck being the designated driver for tonight instead of shouting expletives in his sensitive, already-throbbing-from-the-alcohol ears.

“thanks,” shouto mumbles more to himself than bakugou as he scoops his backpack from the backseat, careful not to make any sudden, mind-shifting movements lest he ends up hitting two dynamight-shaped birds with one stone.

“whatever. it’s nothing,” comes the ash-blonde’s relatively good-natured reply, a seemingly harmless retort that any ordinary person would look past—although shouto surmises he’s far from being ordinary, and that bakugou is anything but effortlessly good-natured.

which could only mean one thing—

“shouto.”

despite himself, and the fact that he saw this coming from about three meters away, shouto tenses in his seat.

“…what,” the half-and-half hero eventually manages to get out, not stopping his shifting to gather his belongings. he needs to get the fuck out of here—asap.

“you know i don’t like being all up in anybody’s fucking business,” bakugou starts—cautious—and it takes everything in shouto not to further stiffen at the former’s introductory spiel. still, he forces out a grunt as he hurriedly stuffs his phone into his bag’s front pocket.

any minute now.

“and i hate that i have to be the one to fucking ask this, but—” the ash-blonde sighs, shaking his head, before fixing his gaze firmly onto the bi-eyed male. “is everything okay at home?”

shouto barely bites back a choke.

thankfully, he manages to gather his bearings quicker than he’d usually expect from himself in this state. “of course.”

at that, bakugou’s features twitch ever so minutely, as if trying to fight back a frown. similarly, shouto resists the urge to unlock the door and bolt—to where, he doesn’t know.

the ash-blonde opens his mouth to say something, although whatever he was planning to state dies in his throat because he visibly hesitates, before pulling his lips into a tight line.

“if you say so,” bakugou finally shrugs—resigned—turning his torso towards the steering wheel. “now, get the fuck out of here.”

it takes shouto approximately three minutes of frustrated silence to find his key, insert it into the hole, and finally unlock the door knob—a fact that he’d normally not get embarrassed by—just slightly bothered, maybe, if he were alone.

something he realizes he most definitely isn’t—the moment his eyes land on the couch.

or, rather, the image of you curled up comfortably on the couch, your tired face regrettably turned towards him.

jesus. when did you looking at him start becoming something regrettable?

“shouto?”

“y-yeah, it’s me,” the pro-hero finds himself saying anyway, before toeing off his shoes by the foyer and dropping his backpack on the floor. and, before he can talk himself out of it, he quietly steps towards your spacious living room, until he’s kneeling right in front of where you’re lying, still wordlessly looming over your bent frame despite already being on his knees.

the instant he arrives at the position, though, he realizes his rookie mistake.

“have you been drinking?” you suddenly ask, at—probably, the first whiff of him—lips that were once formed into an unsure smile now turned downwards, before propping yourself further upright on your elbow.

and, because there’s not much he can say to that but the full and honest truth, shouto nods.

your frown, however, only deepens. “i-is it because of what i said earlier today?”

at the mention of this morning, shouto bristles, a reaction that unfortunately doesn’t go unnoticed by you, who only stares at him, lethargy long tossed out of the metaphorical window, and what were once drowsy eyes now wide awake.

“shouto,” you try again, finally stirring to sit up, “when i said that, i didn’t mean to—”

“i know,” he cuts you off before he can think better against it, not sure exactly what he’s asserting he knows.

he could guess, although theorizing why you suggested you start doing couples therapy isn’t exactly his idea of a fun time at the moment.

nor is the foreboding—not to mention terrifying—thought that he’s becoming his father’s son, and that your relationship is as doomed to fail as his parents’.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but i can tell it’s not something good.”

surprised, shouto looks up to meet your gaze, his bewilderment only increasing tenfold when he merely finds you peering fondly at him, as if he didn’t just hurt you with his unintentional callousness earlier this morning when you brought up the suggestion, or with everything else that has led you to the suggestion in the first place, which—frankly—he’s not exactly ready to face at present.

“i got you, didn’t i?” you grin—despite the situation—and shouto finds himself relaxing at the sight of you, even more so when you reach out to cup his cheek, nestling further into your hold like this morning didn’t just happen.

you probably stay that way for a few minutes—with shouto’s big hands planted firmly on your blanketed hips while yours caress his smooth cheeks—at least, up until shouto shifts on his knees and clears his throat.

“i-i’m sorry,” he begins, voice gruff with disuse, focus downcast, “that i went drinking again.”

“i know.”

“i g-guess your proposition just took me by surprise,” shouto finds himself admitting, absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles on your clothed flesh—perhaps more to ground himself than anything.

“i didn’t mean to hurt you by bringing that up,” you murmur honestly, shaking your head. “i only want what i think is best for us. always.”

“i know,” shouto nods, before leaning in to press a soft peck on your lips. “me, too, love. me, too.”

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[penig]

Went back to our friend's to watch Episode 4 of Murderbot today and was not disappointed! Two out of the three game-changers that land in this portion of the book hit, and hit very well. A+ flying from the lesbians, Dr. Mensah is, in fact, an intrepid galactic explorer, and the moment MB turns the gun on itself makes it very clear to an audience that hasn't read the book that it is, for the first time, fully exerting its freedom at the moment it is being taken away again. It still doesn't know what it wants, but it knows it doesn't want to kill these weirdos that came to save it and it does not want the actual culprits to get away with mass murder and making SecUnits the fall guys!

Also, Sanctuary Moon theme song, who doesn't want that?

I trust good old Ratthi gets to redeem himself at some point - it's true that this is the guy who falls into acid mud pits but it's also true that he's the first person MB tags as "my human friend." He's impulsive and has the good sense God gave a golfball but he's not stupid and he's got the best people skills in the survey apart from Mensah. He doesn't deserve to be made into the survey buffoon.

And I think they missed an easy thematic point by making all the SecUnits have different faces. I was hoping - expecting, even - that all the SecUnit faces we see would be Skarsgaard, to bring out the self-loathing element that sneaks up on readers of the series when we put together its stalking of the DeltFall units with some remarks it makes in the later books, and also to twist the knife in the viewer when it has to take down and steal the armor from one of the combat overridden units later in the book. The fact that when Murderbot fights other constructs it's fighting people who could easily have been it, instead of the people who are causing the actual problem, lurks behind a lot of conflicts in the series and should not be ignored. (I think the only actual source of trouble it gets to take out is Tlacey? Well, TargetControlSystem, which is a team effort.)

My friend has now read All Systems Red and is able to complain about plot changes. He said he didn't like the ending and I told him the reunion was in Book 4, so as to give him a goal. I fully expect him to have read at least Artificial Condition by next week, if he can get his hands on it.

[katdoesnothing]

Remade the virtues in my tdos au!

Blogger : humility

Spoon : kindness

Lava bucket - temperance

Computer - chastity

Tablet pen - diligence

Card - charity

Post it - patience

[spare-me-the-spades]

BZZZZRT!! MESSAGE FROM OUTER SPACE BEING RECIEVED!!

HELLO EARTHLINGS!!!! MY NAME IS SPADE, BUT MY BOYFRIEND CALLS ME ARTIST!! I GO BY THEY/THEM/STAR AND NAMESELF, I'M PANSEXUAL, AND I LOVE MY FRIENDS @eggsnbeverages AND @kyman-crusader!!! (idk where alfies acc went :[)

I LOVE CHICKEN ALFREDO AND SPAGHETTI!!!! :D

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[DNI ANTIFUR, ANTITHERIANS, ANTISHIP, BASIC DNI, DARKSHIP [[idc abt pro n com, its js darkship i got issues w]], TCC COMMUNITY, BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!]

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ART/EDITS TAG [i put it on any message from the stars with my art or edits in it!!]: #SHADYSPADES

☆VENTURE FORTH, MY LITTLE ASTRONAUTS!!☆

[feith-rikya]

All these characters are from an RPG campaign called; Gehenna's Gates, set in the world of "Vampire The Masquerade".

3. Wrath: Sadism, anti-social, hot-headed, uncontrolled anger and fury. Using your anger in situations that are completely unwarranted and inappropriate, often leading to violence.

Luc Gossens is a Brujah with a huge heart, but he is also moved by a fiery spirit that can often get out of control, leading him to dangerous fits of rage. Even if his intentions are good, sometimes his actions lack a more forward vision, focusing only on destroying everything in his path. ofen lead by revange is impossible to make him see reason when he goes Beserk.

@fuckyeahlabynight thank you so much for creating this and hosting!

[sav-official]

Would Ginny date me 😍😍😍👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 wuh luh wuh fr fr

Maaaaaaaybeeeeeeeee!! So as long as you're rich!!!

[anotherrosesthatfell]

Well new heights