CursedKiwi

me seeing sunlight hit the waves of the sea: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen

Chonk

Goblin

Floof

Naked

any sluts out here want some tea? a fucking biscuit?

‘Tis I, Matthew Hopkins, infamous English witch-hunter, responsible for the deaths of between 230 and 400 people in the 17th century.

Y-yes, that will be fine.  As a Puritan, if I take tea at all, it is without sugar…

Seeming to have not alerted the witch, he chooses to take a subtle approach and coax the damning information out of her.

Matthew Hopkins’ eyes darken in fear, and his face goes ghastly white.  The Witchfinder General has found a witch for whom he is no match.  She evades even his most cunning inquiries with ease, and the brazen air with which she admits her heresy shows she fears neither man nor God.  He cannot win, and defeated, he relents.