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My love for robots is getting a little concerning :3
EDIT: NSFW VERSION ON HERE 🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🦅🦅🦅 HOPE YOU ENJOY ‼️‼️‼️‼️ https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/4402152
#ramattra#ramattra overwatch#overwatch#omnic#overwatch 2#robot fucker#i want to apoligize#IM SORRY AHHH#down bad#slightly suggestive#ramattra fanart#overwatch 2 fanart#overwatch fanart#ramattra x reader
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i’m sorry if i blocked you by accident! these bots have been so aggressive lately
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"Make sure you're where less trouble is rife
Woes are fleeting
Blows are glancing
When you're dancing
Through life"
effect inspo
#wicked#glinda upland#galinda upland#wickededit#wicked 2024#filmedit#musicaledit#glindaedit#agrandeedit#filmgifs#ariana grande#*#myedit#wicked spoilers#AHHH HOPEFULLY people get it omg idk KAKSKSKS#like.....#not trying......#and look what happened......#OMG i just thought about it when hes singing this song and he sings that line#so glinda throws a book or whatever behind herself like ''yasss not trying'' but then i got too deep#omg anyway these gifs are so ugly im sooo sorry 😔 AND I TOTALLY DIDNT NAIL THIS EFFECT OMGGG WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LONGGTKSWKWKWKSK#the point is that she does look foolish ok
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it's seriously so.. Something that i've had multiple people tell me that my posts are the first they're hearing about The Day the Earth Blew Up.. WHICH IS WHY I'M BEING AN OBNOXIOUS SHILL!!! some theaters have early releases as soon as TODAY (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) so please please be sure to check your local theaters and listings!! take a friend! take your family! in doing so you not only spread the message that people want to see more traditionally animated films, you not only convince WB you don't want to see movies that are glorified shoe commercials, you not only convince WB that they are dead wrong for attempting to write this off for tax purposes, but you get a pretty dang good film out of it, too! let director Pete Browngardt and supervising producer Alex Kirwan tell you the same 👇
personally, as someone who works in animation, i'm very against the messaging of "IF YOU DON'T WATCH THIS YOU ARE SINGLEHANDEDLY RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY FAILURE THAT COMES. YOU ARE MURDERING THE ANIMATORS". i find it condescending and unprofessional, and it only alienates your audience further. nobody should be forced to watch something they dont want to. especially when most (if not all) of these problems come strictly from above.
HOWEVER: you have absolutely nothing to lose by watching this.
you can feel good about supporting a film that almost didn't make it and helping to contribute to spreading a message that we want more films like this. you get to bask in the satisfaction of proving the higher ups wrong, that we DO want movies like this, we DO want traditional animation, we DO want to support the artists. but the best thing of all is that you get to enjoy a traditionally animated film on the big screen again
knowledge or investment of the characters and series is genuinely, in my eyes, irrelevant. i sincerely think it has elements that can be appreciated by anyone--even if, again, it just comes down to the satisfaction of doing a good turn and showing your support for animation. there is absolutely nothing you can lose by supporting it, but so, so much you, these workers, and the medium of animation as a whole can gain. if you have a spare hour and a half within the next few weeks, get out of the house, grab a friend, grab your siblings, grab your significant other, or just grab your own company and chill out with a gorgeous and funny and heartwarming and history defying movie. it's no small miracle that something like this exists in the current climate of the animation industry. don't you want to say you could play a hand in experiencing that miracle?
#and again just see this anyway because im gonna be blabbing about it so much that it's more fun to be along for the ride#ahhh shaddap#the day the earth blew up#looney tunes#SORRY TO BE A WALKING ADVERTISEMENT im usually averse to this stuff but it means a lot to me and like#clearly there's barely any marketing for it and i'm too stubborn to let that slide#also i just think you guys are entitled to a good movie (it's a very good movie)
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96ers 🖤 HxW (2024)
#seventeen#svtgifs#svtsource#17net#ultkpop#kpopccc#malegroupsnet#hoshi#woozi#soonhoon#ihavetoomanygifs#userzaynab#useranusia#fordaniseyes#chwedoutbox#hanatonin#usertheos#usershri#annietrack#usersemily#great song from soonhoon but meh gifs from user soonhoonsol (im sorry)#this mv was verrrry hard to colour#BUT AHHH SO GOOD THIS SONG IM SCREAMING
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JISOO 𓆩♡𓆪 95.01.03
#jisoo#idolady#kgoddesses#ggnet#ksoloists#femaleidol#femadolsedit#femaleidolsedit#blackpink#kim jisoo#blackpink jisoo#bp#jisoo edits#bp edits#blackpinkedit#bp jisoo#**edits#HAPPY BIRTHDAY JISOO#ahhh I can’t believe it’s her bday already#(edits are kinda meh im so sorry t-t)#first time trying to make some moving gfx why is it lowkey hard but fun
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"Go on. Click here to be free!"
"Oh wait. You can't, can you? How comedic!"
#alan becker#animator vs animation#ava#ava tco#ava the chosen one#this thought came to me just now and IMMEDIATELY WANTED TO DRAW IT#im not good at web stuff but. uuuuuuuuuhhhh web#get it becauuuse#the webs are referencing#viraspiders#tdl#yeah#hehe tfv ahhh face hehehehehe#sorry . had to pull out the ns?ava ref#hehehe AGAIN SORRY I HAD TO DO SOMETHING ANGST RELATED BEFORE NEXT WEEK#since next week is ..............................................#actually i dont want to say it yet!#see you on october 27#lilacsart
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“To whom,” Alfred rasps, pausing to clear his throat and establish his sense of decorum, “May I ask, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”
The creature stops, blinks its owlish eyes at him, and lets out a bark of laughter.
“Forgive me,” it says, still chuckling lightly, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. Alfred is suddenly struck by the feeling that this creature is not as timeless, nor as old or as wizened, as it wished to present itself. “I am making a terrible first impression. My name is Phantom, current High King of the Infinite Realms.”
Contractual Obligations by me!!!
I couldn't get the image of Ghost King Danny out of my head, so here he is!! Acrylic on canvas, and I'm so happy with it - he came out a lot better than I thought he would 😅
#danny phantom#dpxdc#ghost king danny#phanart#dpxdc big bang#dcxdp#ahhhhh here he is!!!!!!! it's king phantom ahhh!!!!!!#i didnt add his aurora halo and i feel like a fraud 😑 but it wouldnt have fit and also im very scared of adding it#and he has a massive honking stonker of a nose 🤣 sorry my boy by the time i realised i couldnt change it#this is... my first fanart#(and its of my own fic - thats bad isnt it haha)#i hope you all like it!!!! its not something i normally do but i couldnt get it out of my head#hey uh... hey.... what do i do with a 30x40 canvas of danny phantom fanart?#like. what do i do with that? is he just gonna float around my room for a while?#probably#ALSO my mum showed my dad and he said 'you did that? that's amazing' and im pretty sure thats the most amount of praise hes ever given me#which affected me way more than it should#he took a picture of it and mum was like 'he's going to show that to everyone' and i dont know how to explain to them its fanart#of a cartoon that aired 20 years ago 🤣🤣#anyway!!!!!!!! hope you all like it!!! please read the fic and then give some love to my wonderful artists#they went above and beyond for this like wwooooaaaaahhhh#art that I will never forget 🥰#love you all goodnight!!!!!
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Martian Stan AU - Aftermath & Discovery
The Beginning (1), Aftermath (2) (here), The Journals (3)
Extra! (The Apology)
Ford didn’t know how long it took for him to pry himself off the floor, but it felt like hours later when he managed to trudge his way upstairs, eyes burning and throat raw. There was new blood on his knuckles, and Ford couldn’t remember if it was Stan’s or his own. He’d tried to scrub the blood off of the portal, but most of it had been too high and Ford was so tired.
He couldn’t fall asleep in the basement, he chanted to himself, again and again and again and it only occurred to him once he stood swaying at the top the of the stairs, that is didn’t actually… matter, anymore.
It didn’t matter what Bill did, or didn’t do.
The portal was broken beyond repair. His brother was dead.
The journal is gone. his mind whispered insidiously, and he couldn’t remember if he’d always been so cruel to himself, or if it was a byproduct of Bill. You got what you wanted, Sixer. How does it feel?
Ford hobbled to the bathroom as fast as he could manage, and hurled his guts out into the toilet. When all that came up was acrid bile, though, and Ford wondered idly when we he last ate. It didn’t matter.
None of it mattered, Ford decided firmly, hands clenched on either side of the porcelain bowl so hard that they looked bloodless in the harsh white light. It didn’t matter what he felt, or didn’t feel.
Not anymore.
The journal was gone. That was a good thing, it meant that the portal could never be rebuilt again. Stanley made an honorable… he. He’d made an honorable sacrifi—
Ford hunched over the toilet and heaved again. Nothing came out.
Impossibly, time kept moving.
Ford was left drifting in the current, from room to room, machine to first aid kit to paper to specimen to paper to circling the door of his lab again and again like an anxious sentry. He didn’t process any of it, and eventually, the door was the only thing left in the house that felt truly real. It was the only mystery left that Ford could pay any real mind to, and most of the time he wanted nothing more than burn the whole thing to the ground.
Sitting against the door, head leaned back and staring at the ceiling, Ford searched his mind for something. Anything.
A plan, a goal, fuck, he’d take the will to actually get out of the house and get groceries despite the constant chance of being watched at this rate. There was near nothing left to eat in the cabinets that wasn’t rank with age, and Ford knew he was wasting away like this.
But there was nothing. No part of him cared.
He knew he’d always had the wildest aspirations as a kid and as a young man, that he’d never stop reaching for bigger and better heights, but the light had blinded him with its promise, and now he’d fallen. He’d fallen so far.
He’d said Icarus didn’t flap hard enough, when Fiddleford tried to warn him of his own hubris all those weeks ago. Now he was just glad he wasn’t an English major, because it had taken him all of this just to realize that Icarus had found the sun, been embraced by the promise of warmth, and burned for it.
Trust no one.
Ford traced an idle finger against the freshly bandaged burn on the underside of his hand.
And no one should ever trust you.
…
The worst part, Ford thought to himself as he brewed another pot of coffee and searched for a clean mug, was the uncertainty of it all. There was a grief in loss, of course, but not knowing could be so much worse.
Stanley could still be alive out there, among the creatures of the Nightmare Realm, all alone. He could be dying. He could be dead. He could be sitting on the other side, waiting, hoping Ford could open the portal and bring him home—
Ford slammed down the sole clean coffee cup he had left hard enough to startle himself, and then sighed.
He’d have to go clean up the remains of the portal, eventually. Before he fell asleep and Bill…
Ford poured out the coffee and leaned heavily against the counter as he took a sharp swig. It burned the whole way down.
What did he have left that Bill wanted? What reason did Bill have to keep him around if his research was beyond saving, if he couldn’t be threatened or tortured into complying anymore?
The next time he fell asleep…
Ford didn’t know what’d happen to him, and despite everything, damnit, Ford didn’t want to die. He couldn’t let Bill win, couldn’t become another footnote in the history of the world because he was just another one of the poor schmucks who fell for Bill Cipher’s lies.
Taking another gulp of liquid courage, Ford pulled his coat tight around himself and marched to the door of his lab before he could talk himself out of it.
Forget not sleeping in the lab. Ford couldn’t sleep at all until he found a way to sever Bill from his mind for good. Project Mentem had been a bust last he’d checked, but it was worth another shot. What else hadn’t he tried? There was something… a protection spell? A charm?
Ford contemplated his options all the way down the stairs, one hand keeping him steady on the wall while the other held his mug.
He still wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted yet, or what his next step was, but Ford could do this. He just had to secure his mind, like he’d planned, and then get rid of the blasted portal once and for all. Nothing had changed.
Nothing had changed. Nothing had changed. Nothing, nothing, except that Ford felt hollow where there must’ve once been something warm and vital in his chest. He didn’t know if he’d ever feel warm again. He didn’t deserve to.
Ford remembered a detail about sleep deprivation, as the elevator neared the basement level again and his heart dropped in time with the doors hissing open. Hallucinations were a common byproduct of the resulting sensory overload and exhaustion. They could take auditory or visual form, though visual hallucinations were a more common symptom by over 52%.
That was the only explanation he could conjure for the faint singing that echoed through the dark, cavernous sub-level before him.
“It’s not real,” Ford whispered to himself, hands a vice around the coffee mug. He felt cold. “Auditory hallucinations are an expected and well documented symptom to experience in conditions less dire than these. Focus on your intellect, Stanford. Focus, focus, it is not real.”
For a long stretch of time, seconds, or perhaps minutes, Fords feet were glued to the floor of the elevator. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he said or did, the singing, or the static, remained steady and quiet.
It wouldn’t go away unless Ford made it.
Finally, Ford forced himself to creep into the basement, and then the control room to set his mug down on the desk. The music was louder now, more distinct here than it had been before. Had Ford left a radio on down here? Was that it?
Holding his breath, Ford crept around the trashed room, checking behind spare sheets of metal that had been propped up against the walls, kneeling to look under the control panels, and then behind them too. All the while, the music droned on, buzzing and humming and settling under his skin like an itch.
-any- wind blows—
It got louder as he neared the very back of the room, the words filtering through the humming static and becoming clear. Ford couldn’t deny it anymore. That was a voice. He shivered hard, jolting like ice had been pressed to the back of his neck, and hurried forward.
-really matter to me… To me.
There was a pile of debris, in the back of the control room, farthest from the door where he’d entered. Stanley must’ve crashed into it, when Ford and him had been… when he’d…
-just killed a man —a gun against his head…
Ford slowed his pace, staring down at the dented metal plates and machinery that had fallen loose in a heap on the floor, the stray wires and screws jutting out of the mess every which way. Slowly, Ford sank to his knees and pressed his aching palms onto the cool floor beneath him.
He could hear the singing now. Warbling, staticky. Familiar.
-Life had just begun, and now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.
Ford choked on his next inhale, thin and trembly as it was, and searched through the wreckage with wide eyes.
There. Nestled between a dented panel with half its screws undone, and a jumble of wires and smaller panels of sheet metal, was the source of the sound.
For a long, long moment, all Ford did was stare.
Oh mama… oh ohh oh. Didn’t mean to make you cry.
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow…
Ford’s hands trembled as he reached out, carefully prying the radio out of the scrap heap and holding it up in the dim light.
Carry on, carry on…
As if nothing really matters…
The voice faded out. Static.
Ford set the radio down on his lap, gently, as it would shatter into a million pieces otherwise, and pressed a trembling hand to his mouth.
“Stanley?” Ford choked out, and it was like trying to breathe glass. But he had to know, he had to, because— because…
He sat there, dully staring down at the radio Fiddleford had cobbled together months ago, when they’d still been in the implementations stage of the data and blueprints they’d collected, when the preliminary tests had begun. A device to send and collect waves and other information from beyond this dimension without actually opening a rift.
And here it was. In Fords hands, dented and scratched and still whole despite everything. Ford had turned his sights completely to the portal before the it’s completion, since Bill had deemed the entire endeavor a waste of time and energy and an ineffective outlet for his genius.
Fiddleford must’ve completed it, back when he was still just as enthralled in the project as Ford was. He missed his old friend, but Fiddleford was likely back home by now, in California to try and reconnect with his wife and child. As bitter as Ford was, he hoped Fiddleford was successful. His old friend deserved as much and more.
There was no reply to Ford’s question, except, Ford brought the radio to his ear and strained to listen through the faint static. Was that… humming?
Doo- doo doo, yeah, no poindexter, I‘m done, man. That’s the last song of the evening, I’m not paid for overtime.
Moses, wish I were getting paid for this.
Ford jumped, wincing at the sudden burst of noise loud enough to make his ears ring, then processed what Stanley, because that had to be Stanley, had said.
“Stanley! Where are you? Are you in the Nightmare Realm? You must be… what sort of method did you find to transmit your signal? Are you al—“
But Stanley continued speaking as though he hadn’t heard him. A thrill of irritation went through him. Was Stanley ignoring him? Was this some kind of petty revenge tactic?
When’d that song come out anyway? ‘75?
He hummed.
Sounds about right.
Ford shook the radio and bit back a growl, before he remembered that the technology in his hands was damaged and sorely in need of a repair and upgrade, and loosened his grip again. He set it down in his lap.
“Stanley, I need you to take this seriously, please, for once.”
Wow, that song was everywhere back then, wasn’t it? I remember thinkin’ Ford probably liked it when it came out, wherever he was. The nerd was probably in college.
“Stanley?” he tried again, but he wasn’t expecting a reply anymore. Stanley soldiered on, rambling about everything and nothing and Ford could almost hear the smile in his voice if it didn’t sound so tired.
Hell, where’d I first hear it? Must’ve been over at a gas station in… eh, Kansas? Somewhere over there, the big ol’ middle states.
We sure aren’t in Kansas anymore.
Ahh, those were the times. Me, the open sky, and so, so much dirt in my hair. Seriously, where did the dirt come from. I roll around in one haystack and suddenly i’m fishing filth out of my hair a month later.
Stanley went quiet again, before he laughed.
Aw man, I actually like this story. Buckle in folks, and I’m taking us back to that weirdly cold summer day in Kansas, where I had to steal 5 prized chickens. For some reason.
Look man, when someone pays you a hundred bucks and tells you he wants chickens, you don’t ask questions.
Anyways, I’d been-“
For the past few… well, it had to have been days since Stanley fell through the portal by this point, if Fords state was anything to go off of, Ford’s mind had been eerily blank. He’d been a hollowed out shell of his former self, a ghost in his home and life that held onto the living plane by only the barest threads and pure spite.
It was like a switch had flipped. Ford’s fingers drummed on the outside of the radio as he forced himself to his feet, mind whirling at a hundred miles per hour and making calculations and theories and discarding some and contemplating others, and he was nearly jittering as he walked out of the control room entirely. He’d need to find a way to secure this side of the portal from Bills influence, recollect his journals, and then, he was bringing his brother home.
He stopped just before he got into the elevator and turned around to stare down the wrecked portal that loomed overhead. The once perfect inverted triangle, now ruined and warped nearly beyond recognition.
He grinned in a way that was more just like baring his teeth.
“You may be a god, Cipher, and you may think you can control me, but never forget. I am a scientist.”
The portal stood dead as it had been, but Ford didn’t care. He whirled around and stalked into the elevator. He felt more awake than he had in days. And he had research to collect and a demon to banish.
Stanley was still talking, as the elevator began to shudder and rise, and Ford’s adrenaline shot began to ever-so-slightly wane. Something about… attack pigeons?
-And when I finally think I’m in the clear, I duck around one of the hay bales and come face to face with, and I’m not kidding here, a cow wearing heavy duty armor, like a helmet and shit the guy in ‘Nam would wear. It even had holes for the ears!
There was a strange sound then, and Ford realized with a start that it was coming from him. He was laughing. It wasn’t even than funny, really, but something about Stan delivery made Ford wheeze.
When was the last time he’d laughed? It must’ve been before this whole thing started, when he’d been with Fiddleford or B—
The laughter died in his throat. Oblivious to Fords inner turmoil, Stan kept on jabbering.
And there I was, 5 chickens smuggled into my coat and in my bag —and if you’ve never tried to carry 5 chickens, never do, it’s hard as hell and not worth it at all— staring down ol’ Bessie.
And then, because this fucking farm couldn’t get any weirder, the cow started moo-ing like it was setting off a tornado siren, and all the other cows in the whole place started mooing in sync too. It was fucking terrifying man.
They must’ve been calling the attack pigeons, because those suckers came back, and they started dive-bombing my sorry ass, and really, that was when I reached my limit.
I dove into the hay bale like a damn football player going for the end line, and even though it was by far the itchiest thing to ever happen to me, it saved me from death-by pecking so I’ll take take it.
The itchiest, of course, save for my stint in Albuquerque.
Ford could almost imagine Stan shaking his head as he paused again. With a start, he realized he was still smiling.
Just. Don’t try selling pillows in Albuquerque is all I’ll say.
Stan gave an audible shudder.
So many feathers… And itch powder. The itch powder didn’t help.
Ford couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out of him at that.
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#This fic will be on ao3 eventually#It’s only a matter of time#First chapter where ford isn’t literally shattering into a million pieces by the end#Everyone say thank you Stanley#gravity falls#martian stan au#fanfic#my art#gonna have to make a master post too#Ahhh so many things#ALSO#THERES A SURPRISE#I WILL POST SOON#actually I’m gonna schedule for it to post in a half hour or so bc I’m evil and want you guys to read this first for context#Sorry E#stanley pines#stanford pines#stangst#cw blood#cw vomit#not explicitly but it does happen#Im prolly gonna set up a fic and master post sooner rather than later#For conveniences sake#Ily guys#bohemian rhapsody#Stan twins#ill be honest I don’t know what Stan’s talking about either and I wish I did#He does what he wants I fear
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another sweet summer friday night, school's over and the little girls and boys (but the big ones, too!) get to have a break from annoying fractions and jump into the sea, tasty melted icecream all across their faces. but even better – friday nights are movie nights with big sis !
it was her turn picking the film now, and like usual her cold hand gently grabs her little sis by the back of her neck – such supple and soft skin, bringing her head onto her chest as she robotically presses the remote buttons left, right, up, down until she finds something they'll like.
lil sis zones out like always, mindlessly staring into the wall behind the tv, not paying mind to the sound of buttons clicking or the clock ticking, soon striking 10 p.m. parents were out of town, meaning she can stay up for as long as she wants, do whatever she wants too, and big sis made sure to use that as an advantage to please herself without any consequences.
soon enough big sis' hand would land onto her (not so) innocent sister' juicy, growing little tits, "your chest is pretty big for your age, isn't it?" squeezing it gently here and there just to see how her little sister has grown, how puberty is affecting her. this wouldn't be the first time, of course. matter of fact it would go beyond gentle chest caressing.
the squeezing and inspecting turned into loving rubbing, and lil sis held onto her dear sister's wrist which rubbed one breast through the thin tank-top with a cute, peeled off print, and soon enough under said top sliding her fingers gently above her younger sister's bra as she moans silently, without words begging her to keep going.
with just one hand, big sis unclips her sister's laced, white bra, letting it fall down and onto her lap as she begins to get a proper inspection, squeezing her soft and warm chest, rubbing her nipples (which they both like the most.) "mnh... ah, oh faster can you? m-mm..."
her little hips begin to twitch and rub against the couch involuntarily, making her sister jealous, thus sitting little sister onto her lap so they can grind against each other. the other hand gets a hold of her younger sister's wrist and brings it onto her ass, soon between the legs, reluctantly rubbing her through her panties.
the night would go on filled with loving moans and whimpers of each others' names, hands all over one another's body and not-so-innocent eye contact, from the couch into big sister's bed. just like every night mommy and daddy are out of town. and it would come to an end with lil sis curled up like a ball in her big sister's loving arms, forehead kisses and slight groping ♡
#AHHH IM SORRY IDK HOW TO WRITEE#siscest#siscon#sister x sister#1nc35t#1nc3$t#big sis lil sis#1cky sister#fauxc3st#yuricest#fauxcest
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Hyperfixating on Shadow and Shadamy to cope with the state of the USA right now as a latina
i think i'm taking it pretty well
#im find this is fine im a just sketch more pink and black hedgehog to cope#shadamy#shadow x amy#my love ahhh i love them so much!<333#sorry i keep freaking out on here i know its not what u are looking for but dude just let me cope T.T
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So after the spoilers for Chap 257 dropped, I saw some tweets clarifying the meaning of the Kanji Sukuna used in the chapter when referring to his mother, and the overall reveals in the chapter got me thinking.
I’m making this post as a way of gathering my thoughts, personal speculations and where I think all of this connects to Sukuna’s character and the information Gege has given us over the years. Nothing I say is by any means new information, but like I said, I’m just collecting my thoughts here. By the way, just a warning, this post contains SPOILERS for the JJK Manga! If you don’t like that, please don’t read this!
Something I’ve noticed is that the theme of “Hunger” and symbolism of “Cooking/Food” is heavily referenced with Sukuna throughout the Manga. Gege in a previous Fanbook has disclosed Sukuna’s favorite Hobby to be “Eating”.
This theme is again very much ingrained within Sukuna’s cursed techniques and even his Domain Expansion, the “Malevolent Shrine”. With his two main techniques being “Dismantle” and “Cleave” are cutting-type attacks. He is also able to use a Flame-Arrow, and Fire is essential for making Food. The Shrine in his Domain Expansion literally has mouths on all sides, looking eager to chew down anything in-front of them!

This symbolism also heavily influences Sukuna’s own manner of speech, and the way he speaks to other characters in the series as well. With his post-fight chat with Jogo before his death, Sukuna mentions Jogo lacking the “Hunger” to take control of his desires, preventing him from reaching the heights of Gojo Satoru. Before the Start of their fight in Shinjuku, Sukuna called Gojo a “Nameless Fish on top of his cutting board”, and that he was going to start by “Peeling off the scales”(refering to Gojo’s infinity). There’s also further symbolism that supports this by analyzing the Kanji and meaning of Sukuna’s “Malevolent Shrine” but I’m not very educated on that so I won’t be opening that point here.
What all of this points to is that Eating and Food……is extremely important to Sukuna, to the point that it literally affects him in manners innumerable.
Eating is an instinct, a necessity for the survival of every single living being.
And In the face of extreme Hunger and starvation, even those with the strongest will could lose their Humanity and revert to the basic animalistic side of their existence. (The Heian Period also had a Famine, although I believe the timing to be a bit off, but do with this info as you see fit)
In JJK Chapter 257, it is revealed to us that Sukuna and his Twin were most likely starving in the womb of their starving mother.
On the brink of starvation, Sukuna had to consume his “other self”(his twin), so that he could survive.
Btw, this tweet and this thread gives additional characterisation to Sukuna:
Link to the original thread: Link.
More context (and reactions :P):
Link to original thread: Here
This reveals to us that indeed, Sukuna was born a twin. And as we all know, “Twins” are seen with extreme scrutiny in Jujutsu Society, they’re not well liked. This too in a period where Cursed Spirits and Jujutsu Sorcery was at its peak, it is not far-fetched to assume that his Mother may not have been treated very well by the people in her surroundings, especially as she bore twins.
When Kashimo asks if Sukuna was born the Strongest or if he made himself the Strongest, this is the response Sukuna gave to him:
When you think about it, how do you think the people around them would have reacted when the woman: who was supposed to birth two twins, gave birth to a single child instead? and that child had consumed his other twin in the womb itself?
No doubt people would’ve been horrified, disgusted and even revulsed. With the woman and her newborn child.
This would’ve led to their further ostracisation in the already very close-minded society. Unable to fend for herself and her newborn child, it must’ve been difficult for Sukuna’s mother to survive. I feel like somewhere along the line, Sukuna was left alone to fend for himself at an extremely young age. To protect himself from both Curses and Society alike.
This is why I believe Sukuna knows what true starvation, weakness and hunger feels like. Both in the emotional and literal sense. He was left without another person caring about him or his well-being, in a cut-throat period where it was “Fight or be killed”.
Powerful curses roamed all across Japan, nowhere was safe. Simply be strong, or you'll die. There's no room for weakness. And initially, a kid!Sukuna was weak, as anyone would be in the beginning when they're just starting out in this world. (and maybe, he didn't have much to eat, leading to long periods of starvation? :') )
I believe it is this debilitating hunger, and feeling of weakness that eventually led to Sukuna’s current Hedonistic mindset.
He’s essentially traumatised by it, and believes that it was his own weakness that led him to experience this sheer starvation. That he deserved to feel this way because he was weak then. Perhaps, the people around him were right, that as long as they have the power and strength to overcome anything, they’re free to do as they please; And there is nothing anyone else could do about it.
I feel like the irony here is that Sukuna himself, must’ve been a “weakling” before eventually rising the ranks to become History’s Strongest Sorcerer. This is also why he values Strength so much.
Ultimately, Sukuna has decided that there was nothing more important than being strong enough to fulfill your own desires. And “eating” is one of his most important desires. It’s his favourite thing to do, the one he derives the most pleasure out of. And like an animal, whose main focus is to consume, consume and consume. He too, simply consumes.
Most morals likely have no meaning to him. He doesn’t care who he hurts, what he does, as long as he’s able to get what he wants. And this isn’t limited to eating.
This is why people referring to Sukuna as a “Natural Disaster” is so befitting of him. Because Natural Disasters also don’t care about what or who they’re destroying, they just come and go, wreaking havoc appropriate for their nature and magnitude.
I believe Sukuna himself has said lines similar in nature, when talking to Kashimo:


Now I’m not sure how Sukuna perceives or even experiences this “Love”, because I think he has a rather very warped idea of it. I do think that this definition of love is similar to the one that Gojo also understands, but I don’t think he knows what “love” truly is. I’m not sure how I could comment on this, but I do think that Sukuna’s emotionally starved, whether he realises that or not.
Because, like Kashimo himself asked Sukuna “What is the point of dividing your soul into 20 different parts and then traversing across time if you’re satisfied with this?” we do not know the answer to that yet.
But many people have speculated that “Black Box” panels in JJK manga represent a curse (either self-inflicted or put by someone) on the speaker. Like, take a look over here where Sukuna reiterates the same dialogue, except it looks like he’s trying to reassure himself:


This once again shows that Sukuna has only ever strived for himself, in the same hedonistic fashion, to a very very extreme degree. It is possible that he's been lacking something, and he himself does not realise that he’s lacking it. Maybe it was this subconscious feeling, that led to Sukuna agreeing to Kenjaku’s plan of dividing his soul into 20 different parts, and to traverse across time as a Cursed Object.
Sukuna’s an incredibly complex character, and I’m excited to see where this goes. Gege has put extra care in the way he characterizes and depicts Sukuna, and again, I’m really sad that a lot of that characterization gets lost in translation. Still, I’m going to try my best to understand and get the most accurate feel of his character as I possibly can.
If you made it this far, Thank you for reading! And if you would like, please do leave a comment in the tags or replies because I would love to read what other people think of this and just Sukuna in general. I do not see a lot of people doing critical analysis of him, and a lot of his actions are seemingly swept under the rug. I don’t like that, so hopefully this contributes to people focusing more on Sukuna and his character. (/^v^)/ <3
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Second part! Here’s the first part
#AHHH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO POST THE REST#hope you enjoy <3#tma fanart#tma podcast#the magnus archives#tma#the magnus institute#tma jon#tma shitpost#the magnus archive fanart#the magnus archive#tma headcanons#tma comic#tma mike#tma mike crew#tma vast#tma eye#tma the eye#tma avatars
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Triona... If it will not ruin your plot of the au.. PLZ SHOW MY DRAXUM IF YOU HAVE HIM I BEG *CRYING ON THE FLOOR AND RUINING YOUR CARPET*
THIS ONES FOR YOU KREDENA!! :D
(and splinter because we have to talk about him before going further)
OKAY! so (im sorry unu) but Drax wont be a huge part in the story. Though in regards to who he is, he's kind of a carer for the general community. Ofc he still has his mystic abilities for alchemy and such, but he spends most his time studying plants and remedies.
He spends a lot of time around Splinter as they have known each other for a lifetime of years, and have become surprising friends regardless of the difference in "status" (though that's not really a thing here)
NOW AS FOR SPLINTER :D AHHHHH MY DARLING OLD MAN <3
He is mother nature himself, or father nature depending on how he's feeling lol. The heart and soul of the forest. Mans been keeping this show running for many centuries now. He created the guardians within the last few hundred of years (that will be explained more in a comic later) to help out as he finally begins to show signs of ageing (that, and he was a little lonely). Without him, all sources of natural life would collapse. A lot of responsibility for one rats shoulders, but him and his gentle heart keep it going through its cycle despite all odds.
more to be explained later :>
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New Haptar yay 8
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61255480/chapters/158398042
Lovely melon reader going through some trying times once more
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YOU GUYS IM SO SORRY I TRIED TO POST IT BUT MY SCHOOL WIFI SUCKS
SO IM GONNA POST IT ASAP WHICH WILL PROBABLY BE AROUND 3PM
IM SO SORRY
it friday… you know what that means… i promised…
the impressions will be posted in about an hour🫡
WARNING!! THEY ARE AWFUL AND I GOT SICK YESTERDAY SO JUST KEEP THAT IN MIND!!
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