Who wants to chase me down in the woods at night and rape me against a tree? Throw me to the ground and rip my clothes off. Hit me and choke me so good. Use me like your own personal sex toy
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⠀⠀his posture slouches with disappointment, bled of any youthful exuberance. the implication of those words are clear, he won't be getting his way.
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A light sigh . No matter how helpess the curse is at times like these , he still resents each and every time he is ordered to do something for him .
Alright . Not sure if i have all that though . ”
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“ no, no, no, i don't want that .ᐟ “ ground thrummed beneath the child's feet as he stomped furiously, digits coiled tightly to palms, fists balled with such force that his knuckles turn white.
he motions with his hand, eagerly pointing at a specific cupboard. one far too high up to reach on his own.
“ nutella, and make sure there’s strawberries and bananas in it, not just one .ᐟ “
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Residing in one of his few homes across Japan , courtesy of money being shoved in his direction to pay for his services to Jujutsu society .
Residents of the home include Yuji Itadori , former vessel of Sukuna .
And @tiniestcurse . A cursed spirit .
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deep within him broods a taste for mindless violence, curiosity in destruction & a love for death.
memories of a past life suppressed somewhere in the darkest trenches of his soul, locked away & replaced with a prepubescent psyche.