Description
You use silver tea pots and spoons, because poison can't hide in those. The elders often slip deadly plants in your tea, but even if the silver rots you have to drink it anyways, it's your training. Even though you are filled with human blood you knew you were nothing else but a machine. You like churches they make you laugh. There is no god, destiny or fate. There is only humanity and their creations, we are god. Your eyes never dulled, instead they would shine brighter as each year passes, but in return you lost your naivety and human compassion for others. This is y/n, l/n. Ps. You wholeheartedly believe Gojo's a crack head and Sukuna is a waterdown version of Bakugo katsuki. Cover art isnt mine, they belong to their respective artist.
Pale machine
