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ask-icedouma · 9 months
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you...swallowed a fridge??
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cinamun · 5 months
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zankydraws · 5 months
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I'm working on a little series of El Cool P pics that are supposed to be funny and memey but I accidentally put a lot of effort into them xD
I am currently stuck making the third drawing because I just can't draw my man right 😔which is annoying and weird because I'm only making a sketch and here I am struggling dkfjhg
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I also drew Blue GT who turned out fine at least jhghjf (his face is my mood rn)
I wanted to make at least three drawings and post them but if I don't manage to make this thang look good, I will just post the other two pics today I guess lol
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torgawl · 2 months
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can we talk about sukuna and rika and why the king and queen of curses having a dispute is also narratively fitting? if sukuna is an heian era sorcerer with an antipathy and disregard of human emotions and the weak's will to live, blind to love and unable to comprehend the value of relationships with others then rika, as his counterpart, works especially well. rika is just a kid, or was just a kid. an innocent young girl who ended up dying tragically and saw herself transform into a vengeful spirit after being cursed by love. not only does she represent the weak (remember when sukuna's slaughter of women and children was implied?), she represents love itself. with her feelings lingering after death, she clinged onto her existence with the sole wish of protecting yuuta. it counteracts so well with sukuna's selfish will to kill time before his final breathe, which he admitted to be his will and motivation.
before i move on to my next idea, which let me preface by saying that it might be a little out there and dives into theory territory, i'm going to contextualise it with some information on the symbolism of "king and queen" that might help understand why this thought may make - at least some - sense.
in alchemy the king usually appears in conjunction with the queen, representing the sun-and-moon duality. in accordance with the theory of sulfur and mercury, which together, after alchemist purification, form the philosopher’s stone (also called the elixir of life, associated with rejuvenation and immortality), usually represented by the crowned hermetic androgyne (the union of the complementary male and female, achieving perfection or completion in the human state). according to jung, the king and queen also signify the spiritual conjunction that takes place when the process of individuation is complete, with the harmonious union of the unconscious and consciousness. jungian psychology has subjected the alchemistic tradition to extensive analysis and views the king less as an image of paternal authority and more as an archetype of higher insight and wisdom.
with that in mind, i think it's easy to understand where i'm headed but i want to add something else. remember jjk 0? geto's plan at the time was to obtain rika so he could use her power and move forward with his plan to annihilate all no-sorcerers. he believed her to be the key to achieve his goal and was willing to risk his own life for it. furthermore, the story is highly based on buddhist concepts and one of the core aspects of jujutsu kaisen is the cycles of suffering the characters are subjected to. in buddhism the goal is to become free of the samsara (continuous cycle of life, death and rebirth), eliminate suffering and achieve nirvana (enlightment). this ties withe the name of the series as kaisen is comprised of the kanji 'kai', meaning cycle, and 'sen', meaning battle, which combined with jujutsu (which means magic/sorcery but contains the word curse) describe the story as an endless battle of curses. and in a sense, the story also repeats itself, between generations and storyline-wise with the events circling back to how it all began. yuuta managed to land a fatal strike on geto once again, but now rika is pointed to be in a direct confrontation with sukuna as the queen of curses. now that i went through all the context needed to understand this, is it possible rika is once again in danger of being taken away? the idea of achieving a state of perfection with the unity between king and queen is quite intriguing. sukuna finally addressing yuuji as a worthy rival because of his unshakable resolve and unbreakable soul, is almost directly implying yuuji to be the one with whom sukuna has his last battle. an ultimate power-up (or the equivalent to), would be veyy cathartic before a final fight where yuuji would have the opportunity to finally go all out and have his well awaited and deserved protagonism (in my eyes, at least).
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genericpuff · 1 year
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For your fertility avatar thing you just posted, please break down the relationships because I refuse to put my brain power into this dumb magical girl comic
ok first of all, rude, even dumb magical girl comics are more competent than LO /hj
second, i tried my best but bear with me because doodling this out was a nightmare LMAO
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it's very talked about that during their explosive priesticide wedding, Lestat showed Louis the worst parts of his being - how passionate and violent he is in murder and in love. like Lestat wanted Louis to witness all that and still choose to accept him. And Louis did. but what I don't see getting discussed enough is that all the while, Louis is also showing Lestat the worst he can get. the hopelessness, the dejection, shame, the overwhelming guilt and suicidal tendencies. Idc if it wasn't intended on his part but it did happen and Lestat chose him in return, however misguided. homeboy probably thought I can fix him ("I can take away that sorrow, Louis") and made him much much worse
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Me: Aw, I'm sad, I haven't really been engaging with fandom at all these past couple of months. Am I not doing okay?
This blog: 🤨
The 1200 word meta I'm going to post later tonight: 🤨
All the meta posts in my drafts: 🤨🤨🤨
The extensive tags in my reblogs: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
My notes app with random snippets of ideas for GO fanfic: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
My folder of 32 more fleshed out GO fanfic drafts: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
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Gimme be honest fellas I can't stop thinking about the parallel of Lucifer loving God so much and God cast him away and fuccijf Sam and Dean like it drives me crazy. I hate these bitches so much they've ruined my life I have never thought about Cain and Abel but guess what folks! I AM THINKING ABOUT THOSE BROTHERS BEVAUSE OF THESE STUPID FUCKING TWINK ASS FAGS!!!!! Sam and Dean die maybe but don't god im in shambles
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aces-to-apples · 1 year
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People who call the Jedi "therapists" drive me insane because it makes me positive they have no concept of what a therapist is or does. Or what therapy is or does! Like babes having conversations! With random people in your life! Is not fucking therapy!
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harvestar · 11 months
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Im really sad that I don't have the attention span to read rn but in my defense,
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a-supernova-girl · 5 months
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What I imagine a person would feel like after having sex with Adam Sackler...
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axelheia · 1 year
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febuwhump day 4 + day 11: knife to the throat + fever
fandom: hamilton
There weren't a lot of things that Hamilton could take delight in. This fact was a constant, from his childhood until now.
Especially now. Tucked away as he was in the General's side as an aide, locked in their office or sent away to deliver urgent letters once in a while, every direction he turns to still reveals the disheartening sight of the sufferings their men had to endure, mainly due to the lack of supplies they're still trying to mend with letters to the Congress (that Hamilton's trying hard not to fill with threats and curses that he mutters in the darkness of their office as he rubs his bleary eyes and shakes his cramping hand.)
This is the only battle he's ever engaging in these days. He had even given up on arguing with Washington on the matter of getting his own command—only for the meantime, of course. He did not whine argue his case for hours to Lafayette and Tilghman just to actually let it go.
Speaking of battles, maybe he should focus—
There goes his gun, he realizes, as he stares confusedly at the thing that now lies a few distance away from him on the ground.
Huh.
He was a child man of many words, as he's consistently labeled as (with varying fondness or annoyance, depending on whoever it was he had been facing), but there were only a few words that would come to his mind when he hears the word "joy". Laurens, for one, is the first word that he could think of. Lafayette, Hercules, Meade. Mother. His aforementioned cramping hand, though, surely doesn't belong, doesn't deserve to be associated.
Speaking of a cramping hand, again—oh, his mind's shifting to varying subjects quite quickly, was he writing again? That explains the cramping, perhaps he should stop—
But there's a tug on his wrist now, the wrist from his cramping hand, and Alexander frowns. That's quite wrong, they were supposed to knead, what foolish ministrations were they even—
“Well, we may have assumed wrong regarding your excellence in leading, General. Have you not trained your dog to learn how to stay still and be good?”
The tugging gets stronger now, on both wrists this time. The heels of his hands dig against his back, his shoulders twinging with the sudden force being applied.
This is, quite simply, just dreadful.
Alexander whines, squeezing his eyes shut, arching his back to try to get rid of the painful pressure. There are still voices above him, though now he couldn't discern the words being spoken.
The wind nips at his skin, and he shudders, lips clamping shut. There's something beneath him, something hard and rough grinding on his knees a little uncomfortably.
He's on his knees. Why was he on his knees?
Well, he should at least stand to reach a table. He shall not mess up his letters and waste valuable parchments just because the absence of a chair was apparently affecting him more than it should be.
“Let him go,” says...a new voice, somewhere. Alexander can't locate it somehow, but it was strong, and loud, and commanding. Was it directed to him? That seems unfair. He's on his knees, unable to stand up somehow, with his cramping hand hurting even more as it digs on his back, heavy fingers wrapped around his wrists. Might not be the right time to be ordered around. But if he were to have a command, perhaps—
A whimper escapes him as the fingers tighten their hold.
Alright. Still dreadful.
Perhaps Laurens could teach them how to knead the cramps away with a much-better method.
“'Scuse,” he slurs out before he was even aware of what he wanted to say, “I'm afraid wha'ev'r you're doing is just r'lly ineffective.”
There's silence for a few seconds, as Alexander tries to settle more comfortably in his position, huffing as the fingers loosen their hold just a little.
Then there's laughter. Definitely not from him. Nothing about dealing with a cramping hand (and losing a chair, seriously, where had it gone?) was joyous.
“Alright, Lieutenant Colonel,” the voice above him says, dry amusement in their voice. There's more pressure on his upper back suddenly—he's leaning against something, did he somehow get his chair back?
“Let's try something a bit more useful, if you insist.”
An arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him upright.
The arm seems to scream comfort, stability. His mother did that, too, years ago, when they were bedridden together, their ragged breaths mingling, breaking the silence that surrounds their home, their feverish skin tangled as they embrace.
The arm feels cold as it brushes against his burning skin, its grip tight, enough to make him gasp sharply.
Alexander just feels trapped now.
A shout rang out, from somewhere he still couldn't locate, just as Alexander feels something cold press onto his neck—and it feels good, grounding and comfortable, in contrast to the hotness of his skin, the dryness of his throat, and he couldn't help but lean forward—
The thing on his back and the arm on his waist are gone all of a sudden, the same time as a loud crack sounded, and so he stumbles forward, his palms spreading on the ground to catch his falling form. Something in his throat stings, and a cough forced its way out of his throat. The sting worsened. Another dreadful thing.
There are gunshots around him, he realizes as his coughing subsides. He tries to rise on his knees, tries to crawl his way somewhere to take cover because oh was this not ideal, he is not going to die in a shootout— he only wanted the cramping in his hand to go away and to have his chair back, Christ—
“Son,” was the word that accompanied the feeling of rough hands gently wrapping itself on his back, pulling him close to a broad chest.
“Wha'?” he slurs, trying to slowly return a hand on his throat, see what was wrong—oh, why was it wet, why was it stinging—
There was another hand that stops it, takes it away from his throat and starts kneading. It was soft and warm, makes him think of curls and freckles.
“You ass,” a new voice hisses, “you reckless, hopeless idiot. Of course you're sick and didn't tell.” Chiding and gentle, both the voice and the new touch was, sweeping through Alexander as if a blanket had been settled all over his body. He opens his eyes now, takes in the worried look of his general and his Laurens, and smiles slightly.
“Oh, joy,” he murmurs, before letting his eyes fall shut once again.
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posallys · 1 year
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I'm gonna be real, i'm like 5 minutes away from dropping out and finishing college online because i cant deal with the absolute dumbassery of the people at this school anymore.
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neonstatic · 1 year
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i wanted to turn a cardigan into a cloak. all i needed to know for now was to undo the stitch from the sleeve's armpit down to the hem. except my fuzzy ass brain unstitched half a shoulder right to the collar. don't ask me how i did that. i woke up from that mistake and did the other side properly but this one... i'd have to sew it back and to do it well i need to use a machine and idk how 😭
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pinkieroy · 1 year
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I guess I just really needed a lore drop episode
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passive-insomniac · 6 months
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i lost my voice bc i have covid and i cannot stop going around my house saying "they're trying to SILENCE ME!"
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