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In The Absence Of Stars
Tags: Tragic Kindness, Post-Solitary Confinement, Disassociation, Vampire Spawn Culture, Terrible Hurt and Strange Comfort, Starvation, Healing from Trauma, Polyamory, Community Building, Eating Disorder, Codependency, Self-Harm Through Neglect, Prevented Suicide Attempt, Familiars As Service Animals, Learning, Getting Better, Hurt and Actual Comfort
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Astarion's neck prickled and his hands tightened around his mug. He knew he had limited time. And he knew he was doing this wrong. He was at a table in the back corner, and that was wrong of him. He should be at the bar. He should be on display. That's how you drew people. Pretty didn't work if it was hidden in a corner.
Pretty didn't work if it was hidden under stone.
"Are you all right?"
Someone was close. Someone had gotten close, and Astarion hadn't even noticed. Something inside of him flinched, but the impulse didn't make it to his body. There was a strange delay between mind and movement.
When he did move it was to look up and try to make sense of the shape next to him. Tall. Green. Teeth.
"You're not all right," said the half-orc.
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This was inspired by this story by @ineadhyn.
I made the Samaritan a half-orc because I needed someone who would be completely unafraid to walk someone else home at night in Baldur's Gate. By the end I realized that the kind but assertive voice I had for him was based quite a bit on Finch, who belongs to @everchased and who therefore should be credited for inspiration.
It obviously isn't actually him, because that would be unbearably hideous, and also he's in the future, smiting evildoers. Possibly this is some great grand-uncle.
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Astarion couldn't talk properly.
He was out, but his voice was back in the crypt. Trapped under a slab. Dusty and broken.
He ordered a drink by pointing. He had coins in his pocket. He had found them months ago. There was loose change in tombs, if you looked hard enough. For long enough. Funerary rites. Coins for the dead. Meant for a different corpse. His now.
Five copper for a year of solitude. Not…not a very good price.
It was enough to buy a very cheap drink that he didn't want. A necessary prop, he remembered.
He remembered the rote things. The need to get a drink to justify existing in this space. He remembered where this space was. The taven's name had changed, he was fairly sure, but it was much the same. Dingy, but not filthy. Populated by few groups, mostly solitary drinkers. Poorly lit.
Even the dim lantern light made his eyes hurt. Everything seemed so bright.
The light was better than darkness, anything was better than darkness, but it had been so abrupt. Nothing and nothing and nothing and then an assault of light and hideous movement. Dragged out by Godey. Washed by Aurelia. He had mauled a rat to tatters and not had time to pick the skin out of his teeth before he had to leave. He had to find someone. As he always did. As if it hadn't happened. As if the last year hadn't happened.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to fold down on the floor and cry.
He took his drink and went to find a place to sit. He held it with both hands. His grip was about as reliable as his voice. He found a table. He held his drink as if it meant something to him. He sat still.
This was…this was bearable. This moment. Sitting here. Away enough from the lanterns that they didn't blind so much. There was movement and noise, which was good because if it got too quiet he might actually scream, but it wasn't all around him, like it had been on the street. It wasn't doing anything to him.
At the moment.
Astarion's neck prickled and his hands tightened around his mug.
He knew he had limited time. And he knew he was doing this wrong. He was at a table in the back corner, and that was wrong of him. He should be at the bar. He should be on display. That's how you drew people. Pretty didn't work if it was hidden in a corner.
Pretty didn't work if it was hidden under stone.
"Are you all right?"
Someone was close. Someone had gotten close, and Astarion hadn't even noticed. Something inside of him flinched, but the impulse didn't make it to his body. There was a strange delay between mind and movement.
When he did move it was to look up and try to make sense of the shape next to him. Tall. Green. Teeth.
"You're not all right," said the half-orc.
He leaned over and Astarion didn't know what to do. Scripts were jumbling together in his head. There were all sorts of things he was supposed to do when someone leaned into his space and he wasn't doing any of them. Just sitting there. Like a mouse. Or a statue.
"I think you've had a little too much…" the half-orc was saying, because he was leaning over to look at Astarion's drink. He stopped talking briefly when he saw it was untouched.
"…something," he still maintained, with a fair amount of confidence. "Are you here with anyone?"
Astarion shook his head. Always no to that.
The half-orc looked relieved that he'd actually responded, and eyed him critically for a moment. Then he sat down in a chair across from Astarion.
"Did you drink something?" he asked Astarion. "Or eat something?"
A rat. It had been a moment of abject ecstasy and nowhere near enough. But that's not what was meant. Astarion shook his head.
"Did something happen to you?" the half-orc asked.
Astarion didn't shake his head. He didn't nod. What was he supposed to say to that?
"There's a Fist officer on the street outside," the half-orc said. "Do you need me to…?"
"No."
Then Astarion coughed, because there was still dust in his throat.
"Okay. Okay." The half-orc was holding his hands up. "Not that. That's fine."
Astarion finished coughing. He took a drink of pointless liquid. His hands were shaking. He was so useless right now. If even this was too much, he had no idea how he was going to…
"Do you live nearby?" the half-orc asked him.
That ticked a familiar note in Astarion's brain. That was part of a script, but it wasn't part of this script. Whatever this was. Astarion just stared at him.
"Look. I'm going to get you home, all right?" the half-orc said.
Something inside of Astarion froze. It couldn't be this easy. It was never this easy.
He nodded.
And it was easy.
Astarion was helped to his feet. He was steered very gently around the tables, chairs and other solitary drinkers. The door was opened for him.
They walked through the dark streets. No one bothered them, because one of them was six feet tall and had tusks. Astarion didn't even have to talk. He just pointed down the streets where they needed to go.
The half-orc kept a hand on Astarion's arm. Not possessive. Astarion knew possessive. It was like he was concerned Astarion might fall over and wanted to be in a position to do something about that if it happened. And it had been a year. A year since any kind of touch like that. And it was light enough that it didn't overwhelm, and Astarion felt like his body was somehow devouring it through the point of contact on his arm. Like the rat. Abject ecstasy and nowhere near enough.
And Astarion kept pointing down streets leading them closer and closer to his home.
It felt like there was a mortar and pestle inside of his chest. And every step he took turned the pestle and ground away at something. Something slender and enduring. Something that he hadn't realized he still had, didn't remember the name of, and that he was slowly destroying by doing this. A feeling like watching the night sky and seeing stars winking out.
They stopped at the base of the main stairs, that led up to the familiar mahogany door of the least convoluted entrance.
"You gonna be okay from here?" the half-orc asked.
He sounded a little intimidated. Because Astarion had led him to a castle.
And there was a moment, when the dying, ground down thing inside of Astarion's chest fluttered. A keening desire to do something, anything, other than what he was currently doing. But it was an impulse that didn't translate into motion. A death rattle. Because he was fresh from a lesson about sentiment. And the night sky was black, like the inside of a tomb.
"Would you mind…" Astarion started quietly, and stuttered, but managed to thread the words together in the end: "I may have trouble with the stairs."
"Sure," the half-orc said, immediately.
And he helped Astarion up the stairs and into the Szarr Palace.
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This was supposed to be a short story about the POV character.
It is now an ongoing series about the half-orc. There are going to be about twenty chapters. I have all of it outlined and much of it written.
Gods preserve me. The rest of it is on AO3. -
#Astarion#bg3#fanfic#Tragic Kindness#Post-Solitary Confinement#Disassociation#Hurt No Comfort#At Least In The First Chapter#Hurt Eventual Comfort#I just need time to write it all
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every time i want to be absolutely ruined, i just think about the fact that, despite being only five seasons, in-universe bbc's merlin spanned over a period of ten years.
ten years during which merlin dressed and undressed arthur every day. took care of his armour. stood and fastened the clasps when arthur was going out to battle. what imaginably could be more quietly intimate than that?
ten years during which merlin withstood being underestimated, withstood all that he had done for arthur being unacknowledged, just so he could stay by his side.
ten years during which the most powerful magical being in albion chose to stay by arthur's side as his manservant, and his friend. destiny be damned.
that utter devotion, loyalty to each other? arthur's reciprocated loyalty to and love for merlin despite the fact that, in his mind, he was just a human servant who hadn't saved his life nearly half as much as in reality?
I'M DEAD. BOWLED OVER. IN RUINS.
#like how come this silly little british comedy#with all its cardboard props and terrible cgi#is some of the most poetically tragic romance that's literally ever existed#AND THAT'S JUST IN CANON#THIS IS ALL CANON#arthur risks his life to save merlin's in the FOURTH EPISODE.#AGAINST HIS FATHER'S ORDERS#and merlin GUIDES HIM#DESPITE BEING IN A COMA#LIKE WHAT KIND OF#HOMOSEXUAL#yeah in conclusion i may grow and mature#but i will NEVER be over merlin#(i'm rereading and like the cycle of the year and it's reawakening feelings)#merlin#bbc merlin#merthur
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Golden Lineage brothers (-Minus Mohg because he’s an independent man who prefers to call himself the lord of his own right) fishing trip be like:
(Godwyn is fully on board with this. They sent the pics to Godfrey who’s hiking in the most random ass place ever and has no connection until next month. Godwyn also sent the pic to Godrick who posted on private account ‘why am I NOT invited’ it’s because Morgott hates his lazy ass and Mohg has an unknown beef with his nephew.)
I LOVE GODWYN AS A LOVELY BROTHER but I believe given the opportunity Mohg would annoy him so much bye ✋✋
#elden ring#elden ring fanart#mohg lord of blood#morgott the omen king#godwyn the golden#omen twins#art#my art#golden linage you will always be my favorite tragic royal bloodline#base on those ‘yay I caught a fish :D’ kind of pic#mohg dressed likes hes on fashion show and sipping wine#morgott has those chest waders like he lives and breathes in fishing industry his whole life#godwyn doesnt wear shit
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"humans are inherently evil" "humanity deserves to go extinct" okay. if that's the case why are we such a community based species. why have we seen evidence of careful amputations in ancient humans that allowed them to live longer, fuller lives. why do we have thousands of years of evidence of toys made for children by their guardians. why do we consistently find burial sites where the deceased has been buried with items of significance because the people in their life cared about them even after they were gone. why do strangers help strangers without any reward. why are most of the people you meet each day not cruel. we have ALWAYS been kind. I know it is so so easy to get swept up in all the horrible happenings in the world. these things can be extremely important to know about. but please, please please know that there are so many kind people in the world. you are one of them!
I BLOCK DEBBIE DOWNERS ON SIGHT. REEVALUATE YOUR WORLDVIEW OR SCROLL PAST AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY ALSO READ MY TAGS
#hopepunk#I HAAATE SEEING THAT SENTIMENT. MAKES ME SO SAD AND IT IS SO UNTRUE#just think about the ratio of kind to nasty people in your life#EVEN IF ITS 1:1. which would be terrible and I hope things get better for you if thats the case#thats STILL. 50% kind people in your life#humanity is not inherently evil that is a tragic way of thinking that gets us nowhere#it doesnt sound as dramatic or compelling as you think it does#because its just. such a reductive way of thinking#and by thinking that way you stop believing that positive change is possible#listen to my gibberish boy#death mention
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what I think the season one archival staff would dress up as for halloween!!
Jon - would not dress up. he has a professional image to uphold !!
Sasha - I feel like she'd go with a classic, like maybe a witch or a vampire!! or something matching with Tim :)
Martin - probably wouldn't have the courage to do anything fancy, but after badgering from his coworkers (aka mostly Tim) he would go for one of the classics too, like a ghost/mummy/zombie?
Tim - would absolutely go overboard with something extravagant and lots of accessories, but also maybe not something actually getting too close to the supernatural. so like, a pirate? or a movie character? OR something RIDICULOUSLY spooky (specifically to annoy Jon lol)
alternatively:
a few days before halloween, Jon walks in on the archival assistants discussing how they're going to dress up. he frowns and tells them wearing halloween costumes is actually against the office dress code, as dressing in such a ridiculous way would be highly unprofessional.
he walks in on halloween to see all of them dressed up as him.
(and yes they absolutely deny it - them? dressing up for halloween against Jon's strict instructions?? they would NEVER!! they simply decided to all wear dress shirts, ties, and sweater vests on the same day by pure coincidence :))
#YEAH I'm a day late whoops#I tragically didn't even think to do anything for halloween until now!! (other than dressing up I mean)#ngl I kind of want to draw these now... idk if I will since it's a bit late now but...#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#sasha james#martin blackwood#tim stoker#halloween#my post#tma#tma headcanons
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Loop and Mirabelle hours (3am)
#wow they sure are something huh#go no further if you haven’t done 2hats#nothing direct but. yk. for safety. post canon implications etc#anyways I feel like this is where Loop goes from endearing but kind of frustrating to deeply tragic to Mira#because they are soooooo niceys to her but they are Biting Siffrin’s Head Off (metaphorically)#and he seems fine?? but. it’s hard for her to deal with.#and she generally just takes it at face value;#but then loop pulls this shit and it’s like ohhh.#I knew there was a facade but I didn’t know this was under it#they can deal with that later though.#ok done.#isat spoilers#in stars and time#isat#2hats spoilers#isat loop#isat mirabelle#fawntonguesart
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mmm bobots...
#rain world#looks to the moon#ultrakill#v2#ultrakill v2#doodles#im a simple creature i see tragic doomed robot i steal them#some kind of bugs i think
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#kirby#food#daily kirby#my art#traditional#(kind of)#halloween#hal laboratory#nintendo#carve a punkin. eat the seeds.#although I might be having a minor allergic reaction to the seeds.#tragic.#also reminder that tomorrow is the last day to sign up for this month's collector club#oh yeah also I am enjoying the return of the boops :)
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they r very "as the world caves in"/"die with a smile" coded and y'know what. good for them we need more of that kinda love in this world
#bones of a rabbit#bones of a rabbit au#sea monster au#sea monster reader#cursed selkie au#pirate au#pirate eclipse#pirate and sea monster#sea monster and pirate#fnaf au#dca au#dca fandom#fnaf eclipse x reader#fnaf eclipse x y/n#doodles#sketches#die with a smile#as the world caves in#tragic lovers my beloved#idk why bbut there really is a special kind of feeling in “if the world was about to combust i'd wanna spend the last moments beside you”
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There's something to be said about Nine and Twelve as parallels, about them being these seeming grumps with hearts of gold who must relearn optimism while being fundamentally kind at the end of the day, and Eleven and Thirteen as parallels, as these lonely tinkerers who travel with multiple companions at the same time but push people away before they get too close because they are creatures built on grief, and Ten alone, as something that is all and none of the above, who starts out as a creature born of love but who loses said love and is willing to die and must find grounding but loses said grounding and declares himself the Time Lord Victorious because if he cannot have love he has to have something, anything, he can call his own, and about how all five of them are shaped, fundamentally, by their grief and their guilt over the Time War and being the last of their kind and how every companion leaves them and they will always, always be the last one in the TARDIS, always be the last one surviving, no matter what, and yet all of them, at the end of the day, die to save someone. Die to be kind, just one more time. Because that is what ties them all together. That is what makes them the Doctor.
#it's just something i've been thinking about when writing eleven and thirteen#ninth doctor#tenth doctor#eleventh doctor#twelfth doctor#thirteenth doctor#hi i'm having a lot of feelings about my favorite tragic hopeful kind afraid angry protective LONELY alien today#it's about how they stole a TARDIS and ran away from home#about how they've always been running#and then the Time War keeps them running#and so do their companions#the companions that push them to be kind also push them to be cruel#because they are both the source of hope and tragedy at the end of the day#and i'm fine#i'm not crying you're crying#doctor who#meta
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it's vital for my mental health that the show introduces celebrían and we get to see this man fall in love with his wife
#can you imagine!!!#elrond as a bloodied and bleary-eyed soldier kneeling before celebrían in a moment of easefull devotion#the pair of them pickpocketing too little time in-between battles to read each other passages from their favourite books#if you want someone faithful to kindness and hope well then there is elrond with his tragic past and equally his tragic future#but always he remains gentle as a lamb (until innocent lives or innocent scrolls are endangered in which case the poet becomes to soldier)#he's beautiful#he's a beautiful character#elrond peredhel#elrond x celebrian#trop#the rings of power
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I find the way that BBC Merlin set up Merlin's powers in the first episode to be quite funny. I mean, we see this sort of lanky guy and it is established that he is Merlin and (according to our own common knowledge) therefore he is the most powerful warlock ever. Okay, cool. One might assume that he has come to Gaius to develop his powers, that maybe he's only in the beginning of his magical journey. But instead the exposition shows Merlin, in the pilot episode of this 5 series show, stop time and employ levitation to save someone's life with magic, and then it is announced that prince Arthur is essentially his soulmate, and their joint power will create the most glorious age Camelot has ever seen. Quite an exciting set-up. And then for the rest of the entire show this man who we know possesses TIME-ALTERING POWERS mostly uses them on-screen to do common chores and annoy and prank THAT SAME Arthur. Like that one post said, "All of it's destiny and all of it's his fault." :p
#i also think something tragic comes out of this#he thought things would go as destiny said they would so he did not really try to contradict arthur at all#also poor morgana - but that's a whole other topic#perpetuating repressed queerphobia metaphor? never#he is set up as an almost-god almighty and loving and kind#and both merlin and us imagine this beautiful kingdom#but then even when arthur is king nothing really changes#and it's for many factors one of which is that nothing changes without a fight (queer metaphor? never)#and another is just the heartbreaking fact that merlin is too compassionate for radical action#merlin loves arthur in one way or another#but still his love doesn't compete with his kindness#so at least firstly he can't bring himself to sacrifice someone in the present for an abstract future arthur#a god cannot afford to be too kind#especially not when it comes to time#and even in the pilot his godly powers are attached to a kindness#an obvious one like saving a life#but still a kindness that perhaps not everyone would have employed#bbc merlin#merthur#i'm sorry merlin - you deserved more
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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
#ryomen sukuna#jjk sukuna#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna#king of curses#heian era#character analysis#manga#jjk manga#jjk 257#this is...so very long omg im sorry for my huge word vomit#like 1.4k works but i really did felt like i wanted to gather my scattered thoughts into one place and kind of make the connections#not sure if anyone is gonna read this but if they do#thanks for reading! be sure to let me know what u think!#i just love psycho-analysis of my fav characters and being able to really understand the essence of their characters#their emotions their motivations and to finally be able to do that with Sukuna and reading what everyone else have to say about it ahhh#im super excited! We're finally getting close to the Heian Backlore!! rejoice!!#my gut always did tell me he was a tragic character T_T and now we're finally getting the tid bits#also apologies for adding different panels#but i only added the translations i liked#i don't like J*hn W*rry's translation like yuck#so ima wait for Lightning's translation notes~ for further clarifications!
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jekyll and hyde is not about an evil guy who independently inhabits a good guy's body it's about a guy who consciously and intentionally has an evilsona
#like don't get me wrong it's a tragic metaphor for alcoholism/addiction#where jekyll becomes obsessed with abusing a substance that lets him ignore his inhibitions and only chase personal pleasure#but a lot of people seem to think it's like??? hyde and jekyll are totally separate and jekyll can't be blamed for hyde#but......jekyll wanted this to happen. you guys get that he wanted this to happen right#hyde is barely a separate person he's just kind of jekyll's freak drag persona#strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde#jekyll and hyde#henry jekyll#edward hyde#mine
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id like for there to be a brutalist cathedral with little brutalist gargoyles :)
#ive seen some pics of brutalist cathederals and churches but tragically no gargoyles#im a huge fan of brutalist sculptures#the soviet union especially had a lot of really good ones#brutalism really seems like the kind of thing i wouldn't like but i do#its like if minimalism was good#art#graphite#sketch#brutalism
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Congrats to the Ark Siblings for officially being the most tragic siblings ever!!!! (as decided by @tragicsibsshowdown)
#although this isn't really the kind of contest you want to win#good for them for winning anyway!!!#GGs to the other competitors as well im sure you're all tragic too#shadow the hedgehog#maria robotnik#ark siblings#sth#tragicsiblingshowdown2023#gemz artz
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