Which of the 7 Deadly Sins are you?

The act itself

That they thought I wouldn’t notice

That I wasn’t “enough” to keep their loyalty

I just shut down and detach

Take it without hesitation

Take just enough to prove my point

Secretly enjoy imagining it but never act

Walk away richer for having “won” the moral high ground

Admire them but feel bitter

Convince myself they don’t deserve it

Work harder to outshine them

Daydream instead of acting

Relieved—less competition

Triumphant—I was right all along

Empty—without rivals, who am I?

Indifferent—my focus is on what I gain

Recognition from others

Outperforming rivals

The spoils—money, resources, rewards

The relief of not failing

Be underestimated and prove them wrong

Be overestimated and keep the illusion alive

Get resources and influence, regardless of opinions

Be ignored, but left in peace

Keep chasing more, just to see how far I can go

Use it to dominate others

Spend it for pleasure and comfort

Use it to draw people in, then enjoy their envy

People

Opportunities

My own pleasures

Nothing—it’s too exhausting

I’m procrastinating out of fear

I’m indulging myself

I’m calculating, waiting for the right strike

I’m comparing myself to others instead of acting

I'm merely resting

I'm fantasizing about someone

I'm thinking about the things i'll conquer one day

Delay

Avoid out of fear of failure

Distract myself with pleasures

Push forward anyway, even if bitterly

Pleasure is worth it

Because emptiness scares me

Because I want it all

Because I want to impress others

Stopping before it’s too much

Admitting I never intended to stop

Knowing when “enough” is enough

Even caring to begin with

Their body

Their attention

The chase

Filling a hole inside me

The conquest

Be endlessly worshiped

Break down someone resistant

Have fleeting pleasure without attachment

Have nothing, avoid the mess

Proving someone wrong

Watching them fail on their own

Outshining them in luxury or success

Rising above it all, untouched

Respect for wealth

Wealth for respect

Both, for the comfort of avoiding the fight

Neither—I want it all

I want peace

I’m waiting for the right moment to strike

I want them to notice my absence

I’ve given up caring

Smile, swallow it, and plot revenge later.

Lash out immediately, no matter the consequences.

Distance yourself coldly, but make sure they feel your absence.

Pretend it didn’t matter—but quietly burn inside for days.

Chase it instantly, no matter the risk

Play with it, make it linger until it begs

Ignore it, but secretly fantasize

Replace it with another indulgence

Work it out of your system

Fantasize about it but by yourself

The chase before the first touch

The control of knowing they’d do anything for me

The comfort of being desired

The variety—wanting more than one, always

Heat—skin, closeness, surrender

Validation—that I’m irresistible

Escape—from loneliness or boredom

Triumph—proving I could take what I wanted

Never being touched again

Being touched but not desired

Being desired but never fulfilled

Not caring at all, going numb

Being loved but not wanted

Being wanted but not loved

Burn in a short, unforgettable passion

Be the fantasy everyone secretly keeps

Always have someone at your disposal

Give nothing, keep the hunger on your own terms

"No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i've been scheming like a criminal ever since. To make them love me and make it seem effortless." - Mastermind

"I don't start it but I can tell you how it ends. Don't get sad, get even. So on the weekens i don't dress for friends. lately i've been dressing for revenge." - Vigilante Shit

"They told me all of my cages were mental so i got wasted like all my potential." - Mirrorball

"And i cut off my nose just to spite my face, then hate my reflections for years and years." - The Archer

"They say I did something bad. But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had. And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could." - I Did Something Bad

"All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation. My hands are shaking from holding back from you." - Dress

"I'm drunk in the back of the car. And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true. I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you." - Cruel Summer