#villagers with torches

[thatsbelievable]

#The Pros & Cons of Being a Torch-Wielding Villager #pros #cons #pros & cons #pros and cons #Frankensteined #Frankenstein #Universal Monsters #also and just to be super clear #our sympathies lie with the Monster

[dykemitrescu]

artists… i think something really cool could be done here with one (or all) of the dimi daughters and the painting of them vs how they appear in village. not in regards to trauma but rather, like, becoming worse?

#i wish i could draw because i’d do it myself. but i cannot (at least for now) #so i’m passing the torch of my idea to anyone who might see this #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village

[ilynpilled]

I feel like as the resident dishonor/honor guy enjoyer I have to speak on honor as a construct and how it seems to operate in asoiaf in my eyes. I will be stating the obvious here imo but: violence IS inherent to it. Be it directly or through the enablement of it. “Honor”, as a feudalistic moral construct, revolves around the reinforcement of a status quo. It is a moral construct that is embedded into a feudalistic structure, one that is inherently violent. It can be deeply flawed and destructive as a result of deeply rooted systemic issues. Being “honorable” is very complicated because, again, it does not exist based on a very sensible moral framework. It ends up contradicting itself because the way society is structured in Westeros.

Almost nothing embodies this more clearly than the KG. They are supposed to be the paragons of honor: an unsoiled white cloak.

Vows are social contracts this society is built on. This is why Jaime is very restricted in a lot of ways in his world by his label. Breaking one of the most important contracts (one that happens to be key in reinforcing a feudalistic structure: it places the king’s will above every single other moral or ethical code) makes it so he is not believed or trusted and he is unable to operate properly within their society in a lot of circumstances, as we witness in his chapters. It is honorable to protect the weak and the innocent, but it is honorable to protect your king in all circumstances and reinforce a status quo. To obey your family and play your societal role. To obey laws, even if they are unjust. To keep your word, to be honest. Loyalty to a tyrant has to be inherently more honorable (especially in certain positions) to maintain this status quo, even though it contradicts other oaths and we know it is inherently immoral. Balancing values is the most interesting aspect of characters dealing with ‘honor’ and morality. Feudalism is what makes the honor system collapse. Honor itself can be a more vague concept, “the quality of knowing and doing what is morally right”, but the way it is defined and how it operates within this society is so fucked. The KG appear in the weirwood dream (mirroring the imagery of The Others, conflating the honorable white cloak with snow and cold and death.) “You swore to keep your king safe” “and the children as well.” Yeah, the innocent children of kingslanding as well, that would have burned to ash. It is honorable to save your king, to protect the weak, to save the children, to save the innocents of KG, to obey your father. He tells this to them in the dream, he explains his reasoning for killing Aerys, but they do not budge. That is what Jaime fears the most, the complete collapse of everything that holds meaning to him, heroism becoming undefinable with these conflicting moral codes, which is likely another huge part of him keeping it a secret. It is something he feels powerless against. The way things are prioritized is wrong. Morality becomes skewed. In Jaime’s mind the enemy and primary source of doom is this nonsensical moral construct that contradicts itself represented by institutions that make no sense. It is what makes his symbolic fire go out. His moral code conflicts with this society’s code of ethics, which eventually leads him to cynically accept amorality. It is disillusionment that tears the idea of heroism and being “honorable” apart and leads to moral nihilism.

Another aspect of the honor code and its violence is the fact that it places more value to individuals based on class. It is dependent on class and a flawed social structure. This is despite the fact that vows of knighthood call for the protection of those that are too weak to protect themselves: the underprivileged. Jaime keeps having this epiphany of an inherent equality in death that seems to contradict the way society is structured. Aerys’ life is worth inherently more according to the honor code than Rhaella’s, than the lives of thousands of innocents, than Jaime’s. Yet, a lowborn hand, no one, seems to die harder than Aerys does (and nobody cares). A crown is worth nothing when crows feast on victors and vanquished alike, and the rightful heir himself. We are all equal in death, so the text is indicating that something is not right here.

When it comes to characters and their relationship with honor the important through-line is examining whether they are being “honorable” in the abstract sense, if they base their actions around empathy and a sense of actual justice, or if they are abiding by made up flawed constructs. Being viewed as honorable by this society does not make you a good person. In fact, in order for you to abide by the honor code you would likely have to turn into an amoral individual. For example, if you try to keep the cloak pure white you will metaphorically soil it. Like every one of Aerys’s kingsguard did. To keep their oath to the king, they broke vows to protect innocents and protect women. They should lose their honor by a lot of definitions, but that would mean the status quo collapses. Jaime’s knighting for this reason is very much like a boy being sacrificed at an altar. It is not just about drawing a parallel between young girls and boys being sentenced to bloody doom by violent constructs created for their gender.

“Blood is the seal of our devotion.” He bleeds on his plain white tunic. It was never “pure white”, it was always all tainted in blood. It is inherently violent. You can argue that is when “the boy died.”

Very rigid and hypocritical honor codes built for feudalism lack nuance and lead to amorality. I think George aims to address, interrogate, deconstruct, and then reconstruct honor, as with most other key concepts present in fantasy. Honor can be redefined. Examples like “No chance, and no choice”, among many others, are at the root of that reconstruction. Even then, the reconstruction does not conflate it with pacifism necessarily. For example, Chelsted did the ‘honorable’ thing, in the abstract moral sense, of quitting his job and not supporting a tyrant anymore, but that act achieved nothing in preventing the wildfire plot. Same with essentially everyone important at court abandoning the situation that is Aerys, turning away from a gaping wound and not addressing it before it was too late. Jaime had to soil the ‘white cloak’ and disrupt the status quo and lose his “honor” within those terms by murdering his king and his pyromancers as a kingsguard and actually save half a million lives. It was not glorious, nor was it anything like the songs, and the city is still doomed because there is no way to get that festering corruption out of there at this point, metaphorical of the greater problem with KG, but it was heroism, a choice with meaning, and a form of triumph, even if the consequences break Jaime down the line. He gets no answer to the question of what it means to be a knight and a man of honor if society’s version of it is so skewed. Then, Jaime and the readers get an answer in the form of Brienne: “I dreamed of you.”

#anyways what is honor? a horse #valyrianscrolls #theres also the aspect that honor is kind of individualized #its ‘your’ honor etc #like i think there r nuances in whether its treated as something internal or external #and at the end of asos hope is rekindled in jaime #but he desperately blinds himself trying to make the contradictions compromise #thats y he is suddenly reconstructing his thoughts about the kg and escapes int delusion #bc he has too many things that he still wants like cersei like his family and loved ones like the possibility of making ppl view him #as something redeemable someone good #but feast concludes that that is not possible #so all there is left is a pivot and brienne’s light #and a confrontation w so many things that have been repressed in order to keep him from essentially killing himself tbh #and nothing encapsulates that dilemma bw honor vs ‘honor’ than jaimes punitive justice against outlaws and his vow to cat #thats y its so significant that he abandons it to go w brienne alone to save sansa instead of pursuing the blackfish #and how he doesnt torch the village or even break in even if they hold info re the brotherhood #and then the irony is that that key choice will lead him to them #and what happens there is gonna be so interesting

[ellivenollivander]

Maam did you know you are THE Leander simp??

#Leander Prewett #he makes my brain go all melty and simultaneously explodey #I would torch villages just to see him smile #:)

[mademoiselle-cookie]

“Obi Wan joins a literal Mandalorian terrorist organization who torch villages and murder civillains  to save his ex-girlfriend even though he was explicitly forbidden from doing so by Yoda”

I must not have seen the same version of TCW because what I see is Yoda and Ki-Adi Mundi informing Obi-Wan (after calling him to show him Satine's distress call) that the Republic will not be able to interfere in the internal affairs of Mandalore and that the Senate will refuse to give its support for an intervention. Nobody forbids anything to anyone.

What I also see is Obi-Wan trying to save Satine alone before failing and be locked up in prison AFTER the death of the Duchess and THEN Bo-Katan came to get him out of there without having informed him beforehand and when they had never communicated during this arc. So Obi-Wan just allied with her and her group to get out of there when he had no other choice. He never joined anyone.

#the only person who 'joins' a terrorist organization who torch villages and murder civillains #is Ahsoka #SHE had other choices #obi wan kenobi #pro-jedi #bo-katan kryze #mandalorians #satine kryze #obi-wan is love #yoda #ki adi mundi #in defense of the jedi #pro jedi #pro jedi council #The Clone Wars

[kringelorde]

your honour: he was made for me

#the velvet the tassels the blues the slav the gold accents the exhaustion the scruffiness the mustache the absolute derangement the furs #the emotional terrorism and horrendous coping mechanisms that I could fix if only they would #let me crawl into this universe with a knife between my teeth and a DBT handbook in my hand #I know he can't read so I'd just tuck him in (secure him to the bed) and read him the whole fucking thing as a bedtime story #positive reinforcement (validation and liquor) in one hand and a spray bottle of water in the other in case he tries anything #'would you rethink pillaging and torching a village as a replacement for healthy emotional regulation... for a scooby snack?' #spext #spext: sienk

[cheezyharu]

Pokeddexy 2023 | day 26: Fave Starter

recently realized that Legends: Arceus is officially 1 year old now, I feel old :')

#Fun fact: I joined this fandom like 3-4 weeks after this game was released #During the time where everyone's crazy over Emmet and Ingo #God damn I've been in this fandom for nearly a year now #Anyways #Daia the Delphox #he's a survey corp member who's really anxious #Especially in the dark so that's why he always carry a torch JUST IN CASE he has to enter a cave #He enjoys perform tricks for the village kids more so basically he has no idea why did they even put him in there #pokémon #pokemon #pokemon fanart #fanart #pokemon gijinka #pokeddexy #pokeddexy 2023 #Had emotional attachment to this line because of Pokemon Brick Bronze #Aka the Roblox bootleg game from like.... 2016 #It got taken down like years later and I never passed gym 3 #still salty

[torchiiko]

i dont know nearly enough abt ppl as id like to & part of it is in fact my own faulty memory but at my core i am a person who likes to know things abt the ppl i care abt . i wanna know favorite Everythings ok there isnt a piece of information too insignificant

if it wasnt weird & also creepy i would keep notes on stuff like this so i had an easy way to double check stuff when im not sure. its frustrating that i cant always remember stuff even when i want to, even if it should be important enough to stick!! it sucks

anyway if anyone would like to drop lore or fun facts abt themself in my inbox feel free to do so i love learning abt ppl‼️

#my biggest problem is birthdays i know 2 of them by heart; mine & my sisters. ik my moms is in september & my dads is in january #tbh i rely on my friends posting abt their birthdays in the days leading up & wish i didnt have to but i am. bad at remembering #i only know my best friend of Several Years bday bc i remembred the animal crossing villager with the same one & i google it as a reminder #these are important dates to me why cant i memorize them :(( #torch chatter

[antigonipapantoni]

#photography #greece #mobilephotography #summer #peloponnese #selfportrait #selfie #portrait #torch #mirror #mountain #village

[medicinemane]

Ok, minecraft complaint time

They need a way to slime proof a slime chunk

Slime spawning is a really nice mechanic if you're trying to make a farm, but I've walked into a couple of the rooms I've done only to find slime

It's well lit (which I know slime don't care about), it's... you know... it's mob proofed to normal standards. There shouldn't be random chunks that look identical to other chunks that just play by different rules

Great for farming, annoying for everything else

(Also would be nice if you could stop villagers from spawning golems. Basically anything where you can just manipulate bits of the environment, cause at the end of the day minecraft is basically an interactive diorama a lot of the time, you know?)

Anyway, it'll probably just be a matter of that sometimes you come into the map room and have to fight a giant slime, and since everything's eventually probably gonna be pretty well lit it'll probably be a frequent thing but... not much else to be done

It's something that you can live with, it's just kind of dumb and annoying is all

I like slime chunks, I just wish there was a way to disable spawning within them when you didn't want it

#ah... what's that mod called with the... mega torches? #stop spawning in a chunk basically? #what a great mod #not gonna install it here; everything's totally vanilla other than the pack that keeps endermen from picking stuff up #(which here's my complaint; I wish you could have just parts of mob greifing off instead of it being all or none) #(cause I don't like creeper damage; and I don't like endermen picking stuff up) #(but you know what else is mob griefing? villagers picking up food; you can't breed villagers if it's off) #(so basically you can either turn off mob damage; or you can have villager breeding; but not both) #(which is the only reason I had to add that thing to the server that stops endermen from moving shit around) #(if it was just mob griefing enderman/creeper/villager; each as a separate toggle; then I wouldn't even have that much) #dumb; real dumb #I love minecraft and I think they over all do a really good job; but it's little stuff like that where it's like... #why not do a small thing that would help so so much? #oh; and nightvision with conduits; that's a hill I'll die on and a hill I'll kill over #let me have conduits that don't effect vision; I make my lighting with contrast on purpose #you render conduits useless for me despite how many places I'd like to use them #have a version with night vision; but people have said; have dark prismarine give none... I agree #anyway... love it; but man do a couple things grind my gears on it #and... they're better at listening than many; but even with big name people who play their game for a living #it'll often take them literal years to listen

[thatsbelievable]

#Three Reasons Why You Should Build the Castle Where You Carry Out Your Experiments on Higher Ground #facts #trivia #toboggan #monster #torch-wielding villager #pitchfork-wielding villager #surely the last two are among the most popular Tumblr tags EVER

[multiicolor]

im not surprised that the ppl in her story tend to overlook the heinous shit she does bc Look At Her

#` ooc || move bitch im 𝙂𝘼𝙔 ` #` art || crayon scribbles ` #` 🔮 the dragon queen || gwyn. ` #` 🔮 mirror || gwyn. ` #( /j bc its mostly bc theyre underestimating her bc shes a Woman ) #( how can a WOMAN do anything like burn down a village?? shes too pretty to do that ) #( gwyn in the bg nodding but also kicking aside a smoldering torch behind herself: ) #( god she also hates it. understandably ) #( but by god is misogyny a useful tool ) #( JHBHDSJFDS )

[derp-craft]

Oh the rice patch is rather cool looking at night...

wait...

Sir?

#hmm what should I use as a tag for silly minecraft screenshots #lol #minecraft #modded minecraft #derp builds #I guess #I can only assume he was chasing a drowned but also theres a mega torch literally where I'm standing so #maybe a villager pushed him in #I'm oddly enamored with this whole area at night?

[whippedcloudsofcream]

People are so fucking stupid for falling for the “Jedi are Child Kidnappers” propaganda, especially citing the Jonava Billane event. That bitch didn’t even want her kid. Her and her little toady spokeswoman just got off on the sleazy fame they had from the attention. Billane never even bothered to check on poor Ludi 😂

#jonava billane #ludi billane #the clone wars #like imagine finding out your mom got money from a tacky lifetime holofilm made about how she ‘lost’ the fight to get custody of you #and she never even bothered to check up on you or talk to you again #meanwhile the mandalorians…… #literally torched villages and picked up which kid was left to ‘raise’ #ppl honest to god thought billane and that other bitch were in the right? #and the weird college students?? wtf was that about?

[redtsundere-writes]

We need sukuna brutally murdering another servant because they put reader in a bad mood. ITS NOT A WANT ITS A NEED PLEASE

Blood Bath | Sukuna Ryomen

king!sukuna ryomen x femservant!reader

Sypnosis: The king needs to wash himself after defending his favorite servant. Contents: king x servant, kinda fluffy I guess, murder, a bit of humiliation, nudity. Word count: 2255 words. Author's note: Thanks for the request, anon! I was already writing this fic when I received your message, so it was a great add-in! Beginning. ← Previous | Next →

Sukuna left the castle a week ago. He set out for distant lands to conquer villages, eat its people and spread the terror on his behalf. The absence of his presence was noticeable in the magnificent palace. Peace reigned in the spotless marble hallways, the quiet kitchen and the solitary great hall. Despite not having the pressure of everything being perfect, the servants were making sure the castle would shine for the king's return. The servants walked around at their leisure, pretending they owned the place. They ate at whatever time they wanted, lay down to rest on the lawn of the parade ground, and talked loudly about the rumors that have been surfacing about your relationship with the king.

Recently, it had come to your attention that you were Sukuna's favorite servant, but no one knew exactly why. The consensus had concluded that it was because you were his mistress. Sukuna used to lock himself in his room with you for hours at a time and always came out with a broad smile. The truth is that you didn't sleep with him, you just gave him massages, fixed his outfits and sometimes talked for hours. You tried several times to clear up the rumors, but no one believed you.

It was a rainy summer afternoon. You and a small group of servants were cleaning the great hall, the largest room in the castle. Surrounded by white concrete columns that rose to the ceiling, you sternly swept the red carpet that indicated the center. Diamond chandeliers softly lit the place, statues of the king stood tall and the beautiful hand-painted mural raised on the ceiling harmonized the entire room. The drops fell softly against the giant window in which the green outside could be admired.

“When do you think our king will return?” One servant asked the other as they cleaned the decorative torches that rested on steel bases around the perimeter.

“He won't be long, he has to come back to his mistress,” the other one joked. They both let out small, annoying laughs.

Those kinds of comments had become more recurrent as the days went by. You knew they did it on purpose. They raised their voices every time you entered the room or when you were about to go to sleep. None of the other servants seemed to want to intrude to keep what little peace they had. You slammed the broom down on the carpet hard to take out your frustration.

“How disgusting to be that monster's mistress, don't you think?” the other one asked. You could feel her piercing gaze on the back of your head, waiting for you to react to her uncalled-for comment.

“I know! I don't know how she can sleep with someone as creepy as our king,” she replied with disgust in her voice.

Those two had crossed the line. You firmly grabbed the broomstick to confront them about their lousy topic of conversation. You approached them at a steady pace, dragging the broomstick in case you needed it as a weapon to defend yours and your king’s honor.

“That's enough!” you scolded. “I don't sleep with our king! Besides, he may be a monster, but thanks to him, we can eat fresh food, sleep in comfortable beds and live in a magnificent palace! If I were you, I'd stop barking, bitches!” You exploded after such a long time of having to put up with their out-of-place comments.

“Shut up! You're only defending him because you're his favorite whore!” One of them exclaimed, throwing the feather duster in her face.

“Yeah, shut the fuck up, who-!”

A fine cut echoed throughout the great hall. A large splash of blood fell on your face, blinding you for a couple of seconds. The slight gasp of surprise from the other servants left you speechless. You dropped the broom to scrub your eyes. What had happened? You backed up in desperation until you ran into a wall that wasn't there before. After a crack, it all made sense. You looked up to see Sukuna's sharp jaw. Dried blood tainted his skin, his breath was cut short from exhaustion. He was back home after conquering another empire successfully. 

“Does anyone have anything else to say?” Sukuna asked the other servants, who were kneeling before him, giving him a warm welcome.

You knew you should kneel, but seeing the lifeless bodies of what used to be your gossiping companions made your body freeze. Their heads had been cut in half and the rest of their bodies were shattered. What used to be two women were now small pools of blood and bones. Sukuna had erased their existence with just a couple of his fingers. It was a scene you never thought your eyes would see in the flesh. That would be your fate if you did not obey your master's orders.

“This is a reminder that I can get rid of you just as quickly,” he threatened. His thick voice echoed off the walls. “If I hear that you even dare to speak blasphemies about me or one of your companions, I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?” The servants, still kneeling, said, “Yes, my king,” in unison. 

Coming out of your state of shock, you turned around to kneel at his feet. Sukuna looked at your small figure compared to him. He had heard how you had defended his honor in the face of annoying accusations. He knew you were a good servant, but now you had proven to him that you were loyal. 

“Welcome home, my king,” you greeted in a trembling voice. Your body was still processing the murder your eyes had witnessed. 

“Draw me a bath,” he ordered, brushing past your greeting. 

“Yes, my king.”

You ran as fast as possible to his room to get there before him. Luckily, you had cleaned the bathroom thoroughly the day before, so everything was ready for the king to relax properly. You turned on the faucet to fill the tub with hot water, sprinkled scented bath salts, filled the water with bubbles and lit a few candles to romance the atmosphere. Sukuna soon arrived. Without a word, he began to undress as usual. Obediently, you stood in front of the wall to give her privacy.

“Since when?” He asked you as he untied the knots of his garments and let them fall to the floor. You could only hear the fabric sliding down his Herculean body.

“I don't understand the question, my king,” you answered confused, looking at the wall full of green tiles.

“How long have they been bothering you?” Sukuna completed the question while analyzing your figure from behind. He could tell you were nervous in his presence. It was the first time you saw him kill someone, it must have made quite an impression on you.

“Since a couple of months ago,” you answered.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Sukuna entered the bathtub, which was already bubbling. You closed the bath faucet and approached a stool to begin the most complicated task, washing his hair.

“I didn't want to waste your time.” You prepared the utensils: a sponge, a small wooden bowl and glass bottles filled with the hair products.

“You don't dictate what I do with my time,” he replied sternly.

Sukuna stepped into the tub so you could easily reach his head, drowning his torso into the soapy water. With the help of a soft sponge, you wet his pale pink hair, taking care that the water did not enter his ears. The king closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the pleasant sensation after a week of consecutive massacres. Untangling his short hair with a wooden comb, avoiding pulling too much so as not to hurt him. You placed the shampoo directly on his head and massaged the product into the roots.

Sukuna hummed happily every time your fingers gently stroked his scalp. You were so gentle with him even though he was the worst monster ever. You scratched, stroked and massaged his skull to your heart's content. While you let the product work, you focused on his broad shoulders. Your hands roamed his upper body calmly and patiently. The king was tired from having fought day after day and night after night to leave his name high as the greatest conqueror, you could tell by how tense his skin was.

“Answer me a question,” Sukuna asked with his eyes closed.

“As many as you wish, my king.”

“Are you loyal to me because you are afraid of me or because I am powerful?” He asked firmly.

“Both. I am afraid of you because you are powerful,” you replied as you took the bowl of water to rinse his hair.

Sukuna smiled in satisfaction with your answer. That's why you were his favorite servant. You are a perfectionist, shrewd and perceptive. You always managed to surprise him in a different way every time. Something no woman had ever managed to do before. Sukuna twisted his torso to face you. Your face and your white clothes were inked with the blood of your companions. He couldn't let you work like that, after all, it's his fault you were stained.

“Take off your clothes and come in,” he ordered.

“What?” You asked, shocked.

“You're dirty. Come in. I won't repeat myself,” Sukuna demanded.

You nodded and started to undress before his eyes. He had seen hundreds of women undress before. He knows what a pair of striking breasts, sexy hips and long legs look like, but even so, he was mesmerized as he watched you unfold before his eyes. Each garment slid down your body delicately, your hairs bristled from the change in temperature and your nipples stood erect at the lustfulness. No one but your mother had ever seen you naked. You had never been with a man, let alone a monster as imposing as he was.

Sukuna held out his hand to help you into the large tub. You sat in front of him and covered your breasts with the glistening bubbles that floated around you. He took one of the sponges and soaked it with soap to gently clean your face. The now dried blood came off easily. His black claws sometimes scratched your cheeks, but you could tell he was trying to be as gentle as possible with your beautiful face.

“It's not necessary, I can do it myself,” you asked, trying to take the sponge from him.

“I can wash my own hair too, but I prefer you to do it. Let me do it,” he replied before filling the bowl with water and wetting your hair.

He repeats the same process as you. The warm water, the closeness of your bodies and his hands taking care of your hair, transported you to fantasies where you had a relationship beyond king-servant. They were romantic ideas of a Sukuna you didn't quite know. A Sukuna who hugged you every time he saw you, who gave you head pats every time you did something right, and who sat you on his wide lap, demanding attention.

Someone knocked on the door, to which Sukuna allowed access. It was Uraume, who had just heard that the king had returned and what had happened with the reckless maids. What they did not expect was to see you in the bathtub next to his majesty, but even so, they decided not to ask details of how they had come to that situation.

“Welcome home, your majesty.” Uraume bowed from the doorway. “Dinner is ready. You must be hungry after the long journey.”

“I'll be there in a minute,” Sukuna answered. Uraume bowed again and left the room.

“They won't say anything,” Sukuna assured you before getting out of the tub. You were about to get out to give him his towel too, but he stopped you. “The water is still hot, it would be a shame to waste it,” he said before taking the towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“It's my job to do it,” you said.

“Your job is to obey me,” he dictated seriously. You sat back down in the tub and nodded. “Good girl,” he said with a satisfied smile before leaving the bathroom.

Sukuna returned to the bathroom and looked in his closet for what he would wear to dinner. He glanced into the bathroom from time to time to observe you. A small naked human wrapped in the ethereal steam of her innocence. He could have any woman in the world. Why was his mind obsessed with your beauty, your words, and your docility? He didn't know exactly, but he was sure you were completely his, so he didn’t have anything to worry about.

You stood alone with your thoughts in the elegant bath. You plunged your body into the water, submerging your head in the bubbles. Heads cut in half, his big hands stroking your hair, brains strewn across the carpet, his gentle touch as he washed your face. The quick, deep images made you feel confused. Your head went back up to the surface as you realized you were short of breath. You brushed your wet hair back to take a deep breath. What were you doing? Where were you? What kind of person were you serving? Sukuna confused you with his actions, and now you didn't know what to do with your poor heart beating a mile a minute for him.

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[jadeneppy]

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#ayo wanna play mc i only play bed rock tho... #i think it would be funny BBSDHJSND #i suck at it tbh i cant find any diamonds to save my life #but o found a village and got armour traders at least so now i got diamond armour #my fav thi g to do is fish and farm #also terraformin is fun! #i got killed by a creeper cuz i was too slow to get out my sword but i was smart enough to place a bed and torches to light my way back #n now im watchin ranboo after sneegs 5 hour mc stream digging a tunnel #anyway hope you had a good day :? #again even if you dont see this i think its funny to talk to people via tags VDJDBDKD #tzzv