#Sin of Pride Moodboard

[thayerslayer]

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner They'd be your partner and

You're so vain You probably think this song is about you

You're so vain I bet you think this song is about you

Don't you?

[do-not-lick-the-walls]

the seraph | the reader; of a devil put aside

chapter six tomorrow, you guys ready? >:)

[missathlete31]

Deadly Sins Dagger Moodboard Game

Second round is done! And the final result is:

Natasha Phoenix Trace- Pride 💜😈

Humility is the only thing no devil can imitate

I really thought pride was going to be an easy win for Hangman but you guys proved me wrong!!! Hope you like this!

Daggers Moodboard Master List is here

[deputy-morgan-malone]

Deputy Morgan Malone + 7 Deadly Sins: Pride

I think Pride is the sin that probably bothers Morgan the second-most.  She is quite a loner and very independent, and she doesn’t like being told what to do or how to act.  She values her own ideas and interests - partly because she had to push them down so much in childhood (an ongoing non-verbal argument with her grandmother about how much like her dead father she should be) - and while she doesn’t try to push them on anyone else, she doesn’t like being told to abandon them or stop doing them herself.  She’s pretty stubborn over that kind of thing - she’d value her own mistakes and fuck-ups over other people’s unwanted advice, because they’re hers.  And although she’s not particularly greedy or vain, she does take pride in nice things she owns and the things she’s talented at - she doesn’t necessarily need people to praise her all the time, but she doesn’t like having those talents overlooked or belittled.  She has a bit of Gifted Child syndrome, having been very good in school, and that may have given her a slightly overblown sense of her own judgement - although she does try to be aware of her own biases and fair.  Still - while she doesn’t want anyone to put her on a pedestal (at all) she also doesn’t like being dismissed completely.  She likes to have some recognition of her abilities and viewpoint.  And she really doesn’t like being told what she can and can’t do.

(Source: Pinterest w/edits: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)

[navybrat817]

And Everything Nice

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You visit the tattoo parlor when an uninvited guest shows up at the bakery. Word Count: Over 2.8k Warnings: Bad ex, mild (h)arassment, protectiveness, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics . Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Thank you to @rookthorne for listening to me ramble about this part! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

I am going to ask Bucky Barnes out.

After going through the closing checklist, Tess gave you another quick pep talk and said the only thing that would hurt if he turned you down was your pride. Deep down you knew it would hurt more than your pride if he said no, but you didn't say it out loud. She must have sensed it since she added she was certain he'd jump at the chance to date you.

"You got this," she said, giving you a quick hug. "Sorry to run, but-"

"Like I said, I got this," you said, waving her on. Normally you walked out together when you both closed the bakery, but she had somewhere to be. "Have fun!" you added as she rushed out.

Once you finished up a few minutes later, you strode to the door with your keys in hand and a smile on your face. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. You could feel it. And you would look Bucky in the eye with a smile as you asked him-

"Closing all by yourself?"

You weren't sure how you managed to not drop your keys, or not throw a punch, when you spun around and saw your ex in your personal space. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his face when you took a deep breath. "Thanks for sneaking up on me, Richard. Mind backing up a little?"

"Aww, did I scare you?" he asked as you quickly locked the door. "Not even a 'hello'?"

"We haven't talked since we broke up," you reminded him. "But hi and bye."

Richard charmed you in the beginning when you met him, like he did with so many others. Beyond his good looks, he was a confident man. It didn't take long to see that beneath the surface was a spoiled man child who was used to getting what he wanted, or thought he could buy everything. You included.

Breaking up with him was one of the best decisions you made, even if your mom disagreed.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? You should get a drink with me."

"I have plans," you lied, wondering what the hell he was even doing there.

"So? Break them. I want to talk."

The suggestion sounded more like an order and you weren't in the mood.

"I said I have plans. I'm sorry."

"Then why are you still in your work clothes?" he asked, gesturing to your outfit. "And who do you have plans with? Some new guy?"

"Because I'm changing later," you said, staring across the street as a smile spread on your face. "And not that it's any of your business, but yes. He's a tattoo artist."

You weren't sure why you said that. Maybe because you hoped Bucky really would be your guy. And because the thought of him also made you feel safe.

You half expected Richard to laugh as you walked around him, but he put his hand on your arm instead as his face twisted into a scowl. "You're not hanging out with him. You're getting a drink with me."

You wrenched your arm away before he could tighten his grip. "We aren't together anymore. So you don't get to show up out of nowhere and order me around," you said as you went to the curb.

"Don't act like a fucking brat when I'm trying to give you another chance."

I'm the brat?

"Not interested. Have a good night!" you said before you looked both ways and dashed across the street to Bucky's shop.

The entrance was cozier and more open than you expected, the sound of the needles bringing you a strange sense of comfort as you adjusted your bag on your arm. Pictures of various tattoos in different styles lined the red walls above the front desk and leather couches. You wished you had the time to pick out which works belonged to Bucky.

Another day.

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" the man behind the desk cheerfully greeted you as he typed on the keyboard. Even sitting down, you could tell the man was built, his muscular arms covered in a variety of tattoos. He may have been intimidating if not for the glasses and warm smile. "Do you have an appointment?"

You glanced over your shoulder and saw your ex making his way across the street. "Sorry, I don't. Is Bucky here? I really need to talk to him."

"Oh, yeah. Just over there. If you want to take a seat, I can-"

"Thank you. I'll be quick," you smiled, hoping Bucky wasn't in the middle of an appointment.

You glanced around at some of the other artists as you walked over to the chairs and noted how exceedingly gorgeous they were. There was one with short dark hair and a beard that looked like he could kill someone with his tattoo gun if they stared for too long. The girl sitting at his station and the man behind him with shocking pink hair and bright smile both brought a ray of warmth to his almost dark aura.

Is it a prerequisite to work in the shop that you have to be good looking? And either look intimidating as hell or incredibly alluring?

You gripped your bag to keep your hand from shaking as you saw Bucky engaged in a quiet conversation with Steve, recognizing him from earlier. You were almost afraid to interrupt. "Hi?"

Both men turned toward you with smiles on their faces as Bucky pushed himself up from his stool. “Hey, Sugar. Couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see me?”

"Something like that," you said.

"Wait. That's Sugar?" the man with the pink hair asked. "No wonder you keep going to the bakery."

"Don't hit on her, Hal," Bucky warned, earning a chuckle from the other man. "Go bother Andy."

"He already is," a deep voice replied.

You would ask later just how much he spoke about you to the other artists. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting. My ex was waiting for me outside of my shop and I kind of panicked and said I was meeting you and I rushed over here."

"Your ex?" Bucky asked, immediately moving forward to rub your arms in a soothing gesture. "Are you okay?"

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" you heard the guy at the desk call out before you could answer.

Instead, you burrowed yourself against Bucky when you heard Richard shout your name. Rock solid and sturdy, his hold kept your nerves from bubbling to the surface. You had nothing to be afraid of.

So why am I shaking?

“You’re kidding me, right? This fucking asshole?” Richard scoffed as you looked over your shoulder at him. He didn't walk any closer, but his voice carried throughout the entire shop. "Like putting a bumper sticker on a piece of shit car, isn't it?"

“Richard, just leave.”

"Does your mom know you're spreading your legs for some tatted up lowlife? Still a disappointment, aren’t you?”

The jab cut deep as much as you wanted to ignore it. He knew that your mom judged every part of you. No matter what you did, it was never good enough.

You wouldn’t focus on that for the time being. "

You do not come into his shop and insult him. Bucky, I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize for this asshole, Sugar. His opinion of me means less than nothing, trust me," he assured you before he faced your ex. "You, however, are banned from my shop. You can get out now or Jake will call the cops for trespassing. After you apologize to my girl for upsetting her. Your choice, Dick."

Your heart fluttered as you leaned into Bucky more.

His girl. It sounds right.

"Please. I can buy the shop tomorrow just to bulldoze it to the ground," he sneered before he jabbed a finger at you. "And you know what? Keep her. I tried to give her another chance, but she's not worth it. She's a lousy lay anyway."

The insult washed away the momentary good feeling and was the tipping point that brought tears to your eyes. It was humiliating enough that you were the root cause of a scene in Bucky's shop, but the jab in front of his employees and customers brought it to another level. Why did you think hiding in there was a good idea?

Does Bucky think I'm a total loser now?

It was only when you sniffled did you notice the entire shop had gone silent, a dangerous tension in the air when Bucky tightened his arms around you as Steve and Andy slowly got to their feet.

"Hey, why don't you and I go in the back?" the friendly girl at Andy's station suggested. "I think there's some snacks back there, right?"

Andy nodded and gave her the go ahead.

"Bucky," you whispered as you dared to look at him. A tear slid from your eye when you saw the murderous gaze on his handsome face. "I'm-"

Before you could register what was happening, he pulled your face toward his and kissed you. Fierce, yet gentle as he brushed the tear away with his thumb, you let him take the lead. A slow simmer of warmth crept into your cheeks as he parted your lips with his tongue and coaxed yours into his mouth. Your fingers twisted in his shirt as he deepened the kiss and shifted so you were pressed almost completely against him.

If this is how he kisses, he might actually kill me if we ever go further than that.

He breathed into your mouth as he stole the very oxygen from your lungs when he pulled away.

"Go in the back," he told you, his gaze dropping to your lips. Did he want to kiss you again or was it wishful thinking on your part? "I just need to take out the trash, finish up here, and I'll take you home, okay? I won't be long."

It was a feat that you didn't shed more years with how gently he spoke to you.

"Thank you," you whispered, unable to say much more.

"Let's check out that snack collection back there," you heard before you were pulled from Bucky's grasp.

You didn't look back at Richard when the girl tugged you away, but you heard a slight waver in his voice as yelled after you.

That's right. You should be afraid.

"Thank you," you said, wiping your eyes with your hand.

"No need to thank me. One of my good friends just got out of a bad relationship and I'm still a bit in my protective streak," she explained. "Are you okay?"

"I think so."

You tried to remember how Richard acted around other guys when the two of you dated. Had he been the jealous type and you just ignored it? Or did he only cause a scene because you showed him you wanted to move on?

Tess is going to flip when she hears about this.

"Well, whether they just throw him out on his ass or worse, he deserves it for what he said to you," she added before she told you her name. "Everyone calls me Sunny."

"He does," you agreed, introducing yourself as she handed you some water. "Bucky calls me Sugar."

"And you work in the bakery across the street?" she guessed.

"Co-owner," you said, the small talk calming you. "Do you work here or are you a client?" you asked, noticing that she didn't have any tattoos.

"New client. I work in an animal shelter," she smiled. "Grumpy out there is going to give me a sun tattoo."

"That's nice," you smiled back. It seemed fitting with her warm and bright presence. "I really do appreciate you bringing me back here."

It was somehow just as warm and inviting as the entrance, the couch worn and comfortable. You wondered how often Bucky came back here to relax and hang out in-between his appointments. Would he ever bring you back here if you stopped in to see him?

"I figured the amount of testosterone out there could be a bit overwhelming, but are you sure you're okay?"

"Other than being incredibly embarrassed, yeah."

Even though Richard was no longer your boyfriend, he just had to barrel back into your life and leave a mess in his wake.

"He's the one who should be embarrassed," Sunny said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Especially after seeing that kiss."

Your face warmed as you replayed it in your mind. The silver lining for showing up tonight was receiving such a passionate kiss from Bucky. It was difficult not to get swept up in the moment though and you told yourself it was likely just for show. A way for him to stick it to a guy who upset you.

Right?

"It was a really good kiss," you smiled.

"Oh, we all felt the heat. Trust me."

Both of you giggled until there was a soft knock on the door frame.

"Hey, Sugar. Trash is out on the curb," Bucky winked. "You ready to go home?"

Your heart fluttered as you smiled back. "Yeah, I'm ready."

You didn't live far away, but Bucky still insisted on taking you home. He even took you out the back way so you didn't have to see anyone. While he didn't specify exactly what happened with Richard, he assured you he wouldn't poke around either of your shops again. It made the drive home more pleasant knowing he looked out for you.

So much that you almost took his hand when he stopped outside of your place.

Almost.

"Thank you for everything," you said. "I'm really sorry about tonight."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Not the first time we've dealt with assholes in the shop. Steve and I don't like bullies."

"I still feel bad," you said, wishing the feeling would go away.

"Please, don't," he whispered.

Your fingers twisted in your lap before you took a deep breath. "When you came into the bakery earlier today, I was going to ask you out," you told him, but refused to look at him. "But after that, it's probably a dumb idea. You shouldn't have to deal with that kind of trouble."

Maybe there's a better girl out there for you.

"You think one asshole ex is trouble?" he asked, leaning over to grasp your chin so you'd face him, goosebumps rising on your arms from his touch. "I can handle that."

"But what he said in your shop-"

"He did that to bring you down because he's an asshole. Guys like that don't want to see girls thrive without them."

You scoffed and mumbled, "I wonder what you'd think of my mom.

"I'm not afraid to stand up to anyone who tries to hurt you," he said, keeping a hold of your chin with a tender grip as your chest tightened. "You said you were gonna me ask out. Don't change your mind because of them."

"So, you really want to go on a date with me?" you asked.

"If I say 'yes', do I get to kiss you again?" he replied, running his thumb along your lower lip.

You were torn between sucking his thumb into your mouth or sinking into your seat. "Maybe we should get an actual date under our belts first. You only kissed me to prove a point or something."

Even if it felt like heaven.

"Or maybe I've been wanting to kiss you since I walked into your bakery and I want to kiss you again," he said, sliding his hand around to the back of your neck with ease. "Proving a point was an added bonus."

You looked at him wide eyed and subconsciously touched your lips. "Wait, you want to kiss me just because I asked you on a date?"

"I can give you a whole list of reasons," he said, his gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. "And I'd love to go out with you. Friday night, Sugar?"

"It's a date, Hottie," you smiled when he leaned in.

But he didn't kiss your lips.

He brushed a kiss to your forehead, which somehow seemed more intimate.

"You had a rough evening. The next time I kiss you, I want it to because it's the right moment, just for the two of us," he explained when you furrowed your brows. "My girl deserves that."

A soft smile played at your lips as something warm welled up in your chest. He could have easily taken advantage of how vulnerable you felt by stealing another kiss, but he didn't. Even though you were into each other.

Going to see Bucky tonight was the right choice.

And you couldn't wait for your date.

Love them. Love the whole gang. Except Richard. Fuck that guy. And where are they going on that date? Check out What Dreams Are Made Of to see how Bucky is feeling. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[stargirl-in-dilfspace]

Comfort(ers) & Sheets - Joel Miller x Reader [Drabble]

[moodboard for moodboards sake can easily be read as game or hbo joel <3]

warnings/themes: allusions to sex, no smut, fluff, lots of romance/love, pov swap, implied plot, it’s sweet & short that’s it.

a/n: just a quick drabble based on a thought I had at 11pm when I should’ve definitely been sleeping. thoughts loved and appreciated if you enjoy <3

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You could spend every late Sunday morning all wrapped up in the huge white comforter you’d invested in when you moved into this house from trading.

Specifically under it, with your very sleepy husband sprawled out on his side of the bed, as you lay, naked (Joel had made sure of that the night before) your stomach pressed against the mattress, your fingers tracing down his face, over his nose. His scars.

The cool summer breeze from the morning seeps in with the dim sunlight, the warmth and coolness all at once of the oversized, stuffed blanket makes you want to lie there forever.

He doesn’t stir. Not anymore. When he knows you’re there he stays still, content even in his sleep.

You slip out of bed, only a loose sheet wrapped around you, opening the back patio door and settling in a rocking chair he’d built for you. You watch the trees behind your home, in the warm sun, your body sore and relaxed all at once. You took pride in that, even if Joel didn’t believe you. He made you feel like you could just…melt, soak into the dark ground and dig your way right back out just for him again.

“Sugar…” Joel all but spoke loudly as he leaned on the doorframe, he’d been there for a few minutes now, but he wouldn’t tell you that. In his mind, when he got to watch you think, about anything, he’d been blessed by some divine grace to have you.

“Honey.” You smile, turning enough to see him.

“Still early…come back to bed?” He offers, his tone convincing, always too convincing.

“We have a day to start.” You remind him, as he leans down to take up your hand, letting you make sure the sheet that covered you was wrapped still. You’d shown him every piece of you, and every second of that he wanted more. But until he had you safe and comfortable…that piece of you only he got, stayed hidden to the world, and to him.

“The day can wait on us.” He replies simply, picking you up completely as he carries you back in, and you shut the patio door.

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Your soft breath. That’s what he listens to. It’s the same as a heartbeat to him. It means you’re alive, and still here with him, sheet left to the floor, the same with your clothes, to be found when you meet the day. His eyes watch your resting face, pensive but restful nonetheless. His right hand snakes into your hair and out, a repeated motion, his left placed over yours, on his bare chest. He’d managed it again. Managed to keep the most beautiful and most precious thing in his life in his bed, sure, with his head buried deep between your thighs, and a slow and sleepy push back into sleep.

But he likes it that way. He’d stay like this for an eternity if he could, ignorant to every sin and deformity that is the world now, mapping out every inch he could of you, instead of escape routes and patrol paths.

He wanted every piece of you, just the way you are.

His eyes are tired but the last thing he wants to do is sleep. He watches his calloused hands, destroyed by the grips of countless guns and weapons.

He should marry you again.

Even with the years that take a toll on both of you now, years that you can let show on your faces and bodies, he wants to be smooth like a whiskey on a bar with a new finish, soft like a shower, washing the dirt from your body after a long day, a relief to you the way a breath of fresh air feels after the restriction of a gas mask. Those are the things he strives, no, begs some higher power to be.

Even in his dying breath, he is yours. That’s all he knows.

[honeybcj]

— seven deadly sins rosekiller au moodboard

lust, envy, pride, gluttony, greed, sloth, & wrath

[builtbybrokenbells]

The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, is a grouping and classification of vices within Christian teachings.

According to the standard list, they are pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth, which are contrary to the seven heavenly virtues.

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 120k | FINISHED

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (lots), angst, fluff, fwb, loss of a parent, grief, abusive/toxic relationships, jealousy, cheating, unrequited love, smoking, drinking, swearing, sorry if i miss any!

DISCLAIMER: I do not know Greta Van Fleet or any of the members personally. This is all fiction and I will never claim otherwise. I attempt to keep all of my work 100% original, so please do not steal or take credit for my writing. As of right now, I aim to get chapters out on weekends, but it is not guaranteed as I do have a full time job and other responsibilities to attend to. Please be patient and kind to me. Do not mind any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes, as I am the sole writer/editor for my blog and do miss things sometimes.

LUST | teaser

GLUTTONY | teaser

GREED | teaser

SLOTH | teaser

PRIDE

ENVY | teaser

WRATH | teaser | teaser 2

JACOB THOMAS KISZKA

CAPITAL VIRTUES

TAGLIST: if you would like to be added to the Capital Vices taglist, please feel free to send me an ask, pm me, or respond on this or one of the above chapters. if i do not respond, it is because the replies on my posts will only allow me to reply with my main account. i promise i will see it, and if i happen to miss you, don’t be scared to ask again!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: I am incredibly grateful for all of the support, likes, reblogs and kind comments I receive from all of you. I would be nothing without your support, and I do take the time to read and appreciate every reply and message, even if I don’t respond. Thank you so much for all you do, and I sincerely hope that you enjoy this story as much as I do 🫶🏻

all things capital vices:

playlist: spotify | apple music

moodboards:

moods, outfits, and other things

[mrsebastianmoran]

I don't know why but... Joker Out as deadly sins moodboards!

Bojan as pride ofc

Nace as greed (it was so hard to pick a sin for this cinnamon roll omg)

Kris as envy (mb about Bojan's success or smth?)

Jure as gluttony (I mean he is ALWAYS eating which I find adorable)

Jan as sloth (also a hard one to pick...)

[nickfowlerrr]

the seven heavenly virtues: charity, chastity, diligence, humility, kindness, patience, and temperance.

the seven deadly sins: envy, gluttony, greed, lust, pride, sloth, and wrath.

info and guidelines below the cut.

the idea is to pick either a sin or a virtue (or both) to use for your fic, or drabble, or moodboard, etc. you're welcome to pick more than one if you'd like and use them as inspo any way you please.

here's a wheel decide for the sins if you want help choosing. and one for the virtues.

submissions are, of course, open to dark and non dark characters/readers, just please make sure to properly tag your posts.

smut, fluff, angst, all is welcome! and any non writers who want to participate are free to.

moodboards, edits, however you’d like to join in, please do!

this is not limited to only characters that i write for. you can use any marvel character, any sebastian stan character, any henry cavill character, or any chris evans character. and if there's someone in particular you have in mind that isn't included in this, just lmk! i’d be more than happy to have this open to other actors/actresses/fandoms, i just request no RPFs, please. :)

i feel like this goes without saying, but i'll say it anyway, no minors allowed.

18+ only (21+ preferred).

really the only hard limits are involving underage characters/readers. i can't stop you from writing what you want to write, but it will not be included in the masterlist and will not be read or reblogged by me.

no word minimums or limits but please add a "keep reading" break on longer works.

feel free to write for more than one character in a fic if you want, and multiple submissions are fine, too.

the deadline for this is going to be a bit far out because i know i take ages to write lol. deadline will be november 14th, 2023.

you of course can start posting anytime! a masterlist will be made once there are five submissions shared and i will add from there as (if) there are more.

and please tag me in your posts and use the hashtags “#the seven writing event” or “#nickfowlerrr’s writing event” when you upload your submissions.

i don't have a wide reach so i don't see this having much traction lol but i'd love to see what people come up with! so please participate if you feel so inclined. 🖤

this is my first writing event and i feel like i’m missing information so if you have any questions please feel free to send me a message! 🩵

[milyavild]

so. once again, a piece of fiction utterly captivated me and is actively rotting my brain. @grayintogreen has my whole heart with her "red roses and dead things" series. hazbin hotel au? found family, romance, morningstar family drama? EVE AND LILITH? HEAVEN-HELL POLITICAL BULLSHIT? amazing, showstopping, spectacular, 10/10, check it out.

I'm doing a whole series of moodboards, but I feel like I should open the whole shebang with my favourite queerplatonic OT4: lucifer/lilith/alastor/vox.

lucifer morningstar, seraph of humility/sin of pride, king of hell.

lilith morninstar, the first woman, queen of hell.

alastor, the radio demon.

vox, the TV overlord.

part 1/?

[hotdthemedweek]

hello house of the dragon fandom! 

welcome to hotdthemedweek, a tumblr (also on twitter @hotdthemedweek) created to celebrate and to inspire the incredible fandom to create works of fics, art, edits, media, moodboards, etc. for any and every character/ship/pairing. 

rules: 

to participate you must be 18+ 

all types of content and ratings are allowed, even it’s non-explicit or explicit

this is a pro-shipper and pro-fiction friendly space, so dead dove and every kink will be accepted and will be tagged properly with those terms. 

tag works on tumblr & twitter with #hotdthemedweek or @ hotdthemedweek 

i will be reblogging/retweeting all forms of content with that tag. 

week 1: seven deadly sins [june 5-11]

monday june 5: lust - 

(latin: luxuria "carnal") lechery; intense longing or unbridled sexual desire.

tuesday june 6: gluttony - 

(latin: gula) is the overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste.

wednesday june 7: greed -

(latin: avaritia) also known as avarice, cupidity, or covetousness; hoarding of materials or objects, theft, and robbery, especially by means of violence, trickery, or manipulation of authority.

thursday june 8: sloth -

(latin: tristitia, or acedia "without care") laziness, idleness, and indolence; affectlessness, a lack of any feeling about self or other, a mind-state that gives rise to boredom, rancor, apathy, and a passive inert or sluggish mentation. 

friday june 9: wrath -

(latin: ira) can be defined as uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, vengeance, and even hatred. it can manifest in different ways, including injury, impatience, hateful misanthropy, revenge, and self-destructive behavior, such as drug abuse, or suicide.

saturday june 10: envy -

(latin: invidia) is characterized by an insatiable desire, malicious jealousy; a sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else.

sunday june 11: pride -

(latin: superbia), also known as hubris (ancient greek) or futility; considered the original and worst of the seven deadly sins, the most demonic; identified as dangerously corrupt selfishness, putting one's own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of others.

(source)

thank you for taking the time to read this!  i’m extremely excited to see the content created during our first themed week and hope y’all participate! my inbox is open for any and all questions, comments, etc! 

[normiematsu]

concept for angel killer yumemi ^_^ the au i have thought the most about storywise! she's an angel in training who gets corrupted by choro. i made a playlist for it here that serves as a moodboard/audio version of the whole story when you listen to it chronologically! i need to type up a proper retelling of it and create real ref sheets but have some unformatted thoughts/minificlet below...

yumemi is an angel in training tasked with learning more about how humans live. unfortunately for her she ends up at choro's cathedral and he's immediately able to clock her as an angel. even more unfortunate is the interest he takes in her...

shes super trusting and willing to put aside any suspicions she has about choro since she likes him. gets scolded a lot for not being that great at hiding her own identity - what would everyone think if they saw her wings!! her halo!! humans aren't ready to handle that - so choro keeps her close by. she's like a lost lamb that dutifully follows him around the cathedral, never openly questioning the odd things that happen when they're out of sight from the congregation. she thinks there's a lot to learn from him, a man so willing to teach her about humanity, while not questioning how little he shares about himself...

eventually she figures out he's belphegor and despite feeling betrayed she abandons her mission and decides she's going to save him, no matter the cost! love always wins!! she genuinely thinks she can fix choro and he's like... "do you know who i am? what i am?" for a while lots of fighting ensues. shes not that strong though so all her threats fall on deaf ears, and he knows she doesn't have it in her to put her lance through his heart. (he kind of wishes she would tho, since he's a demented freak)

choro could kill her so easily. he's never met someone with so little common sense... he can't imagine her ever completing her mission or being in charge of anything important... so he decides to start up his own little game. testing the limits of how much he can get away with. before he knows it, he's already claimed her soul, not thinking of the consequences...

and then one night he gets too riled up and accidentally kills her during one of their fights. he didn't even mean to do it, honest! suddenly he's hit with the realization he wasn't quite ready for their game to end... he's toyed with keeping undead humans around before, but they never lasted long after reviving them. he's never resurrected an angel but he figures it's worth a shot trying. the result is... not quite what he was expecting.

he manages to get her revived, but not as an angel - she's some strange and twisted thing fresh out of purgatory. violent. bloodthirsty. she wants nothing more than to get revenge for what he's done! even in this state though she's not powerful enough to finish him off, not like she could anyway since he'd just regenerate... begging god for forgiveness gets her nowhere either. she's committed an unforgivable sin by abandoning her mission and knowingly pursuing a relationship with a demon.

choro takes great pride in telling her she wasn't his first plaything, but he didn't think she'd be his last - and now she's bound to him for eternity...

[missathlete31]

Deadly Sins- Dagger Moodboard MasterList!

Rooster Board- Wrath

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Bob Board- Sloth

Hangman Board- Lust

Payback Board- Greed

Fanboy Board- Gluttony

Coyote Board- Envy

[icarusignite]

Synopsis of a Coriolanus Snow x OC and Sejanus x OC fic (not a love triangle lol) I'm working on. Is this something yall would be interested in? If so I can post the moodboards and chapter 1 on here too

Update: It's here lol masterlist

Artemis Highbottom remembers a life before the opulent embrace of the Capitol's glittering splendour. She remembers a hunger so deep it hollowed out her soul, a memory etched in the marrow of her bones. Those nights never appear during her waking hours and sometimes she thinks she might have imagined it all. Being Casca Highbottom's daughter affords her a life of privilege and scorn, but only Artemis knows that there is more to her than meets the eye and she will do anything at all, morals be damned, to make sure she does not end up in that place that haunts her dreams, that place of aching emptiness and rot.

She embodies poise and unyielding discipline, standing as a paragon of excellence that stokes the fires of envy within her classmate and rival, Coriolanus Snow. As the unyielding zenith of the Academy, Artemis's ascent sparks a festering resentment in Snow, magnified when she's entrusted with mentoring the female tribute from District 2—a role that slices through Snow's pride as he faces the humiliating task of guiding the runt of the litter. Their destinies intertwine in a labyrinthine game of high stakes and calculated gambits. Each mentor, burdened with their own ambitions and stakes, grapples with the weight of necessity, teetering precariously on the razor's edge of moral compromise, balancing strategy and sacrifice to ensure their tribute emerges victorious.

Within the stony confines of District 2, Diana Lazarus is an anomaly—a soul tethered to gentleness in a world forged by strife. The reaping's cruel hand, indifferent to her aversion to violence, seizes her fate and thrusts her toward the harrowing jaws of the Hunger Games. Yet, fate twists further in cruel irony as her sister, the embodiment of valour and sacrifice, steps forth to volunteer in Diana's stead. Struggling against the bonds of loyalty and guilt, Diana refuses to betray, even as her sister is shipped off to the arena where she will forfeit her life. Determined not to be severed from her side, Diana forges her path to the gilded halls of the Capitol, anticipating the spectacle of the Games, only to collide with an unforeseen spectre from her past. Sejanus Plinth, a boy both loathed and longed for, now ensconced in luxury, stands as the mentor to her sister's adversary. As the games loom ahead, Diana grapples not only with survival amidst the Capitol's treacherous allure but also with the rekindling of emotions she thought buried in the depths of her soul.

Children are the inheritors of their father's sins, and as the 10th annual Hunger Games come to a close, the debt to be paid demands everything they hold dear.

[howlyourmelancholy]

Seven Deadly Sins

welcome to my first follower celebration event! even though it's only a small number when compared to other blogs, i'm so incredibly grateful and thankful to all of you for welcoming me and helping me carve my own space here on tumblr. this event is dedicated to all of you as a thank you for helping me reach 100 followers!

for the next 30 days, (more if you all enjoy the event and want it to continue), i welcome all of you to send in requests for mood board and ficlets based on the below prompts. please make sure you read everything below before sending in requests.

OPTIONS

ficlets

moodboards

all ficlets will be between 500 to 1500 words while all moodboards will be between 6 to 9 images. each work will vary slightly as creativity strikes, and as free time becomes available to me.

when you send in a request please specify a character, a brief plot idea, and whether you’d like a ficlet or a mood board. if you do not specify, i will create whatever the muses gift.

PARTICIPANTS

marauders era

golden era

for this event i will be accepting characters from both the marauders era and the golden era. i will write fem x fem relationships, as well as poly relationships. to date i have yet to find any characters i'm not comfortable writing for, so there are no limitations of character choice.

please note that i write exclusively for fem readers, but will accept requests for some pairings (such as lily x james, emalia x sirius, sirius x remus).

SINS

each sin is unique and nuanced. don't be afraid to get creative - or if you're having trouble deciding, send in multiple requests or brainstorm with me in my messages! send in the colour coded hearts below along with a brief idea or plot, and a character of your choice to request.

below you will find the links to each fulfilled request.

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Constant Cravings

WRATH - 🧡

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Loath

ENVY - 🖤

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Green Eyed Envy

PRIDE - 💛

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