#but productivity is for the words i have to thirst for old crusty bri'ish man

[agent-cupcake]

brain rot. emperor solus branding you with the garlean chains like a womb tattoo as proof that even if you do find a way to escape him, you'll never be free. he'd do it so calmly too, patiently explaining that it's purely utilitarian and being sweetly condescending about how painful it must be, and then comforting you afterward because the only thing better than physically torturing you is the idle entertainment of trauma bonding