#cursed object

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Item: the weird-ass painting in the background of this photo behind the scenes at the 1959 Miss Beatnik competition in Venice, CA (source)

[imagesofdespair]

pondering my meat & cheese orb

[wishmaster]

Billy's Mansion of Studz.

What's up fuckers, your boy WishMaster here now stuck as this sweet ass twunk now, What do you think, bangable right. What ever, fuck my ass is big and firm and needing some attention, where my boys at? (those who wish to join, drop a story of you arriving at the mansion.) Yo, know my ass is still granting your wishes but your boy has some shit in the pipeline, gonna launch an app sort like that damn Chronivac, but way cooler, huh. Fuck I got to go, talk at you late, BTW call me Billy from now on Suits my new look. Catch you guys on the flipside.

[bestthriftfinds]

Biblically Accurate Horse

[lacilou]

Their reactions to the garage door opening is beyond relatable. In fact, my bestie & I have done just that... "hm" and staring at it. Hours later, still theorizing how it happened.

Pulling The Thread With Michael Weatherby, YouTube

(Yes. I know how incredibly hot JA looks but the reaction!! They're just like us!)

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 05: Cursed Tape

Info │ 01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05

“Der!” Stiles voice rang out, dripping with jubilation. “Come see what I just scored!”

Derek grunted as he got out of his chair, feeling tired from his long day at the auto shop. Still, he shuffled down the hall, clad in only his white tank top and sweatpants, freezing when he saw Stiles beaming ear to ear and holding a large cardboard box.

Before he could even ask, Stiles rushed out, “I got a mystery box at the thrift store! Can you believe it?! How cool is that?”

“Mystery box?” Derek grunted, crossing his arms in front of himself as he cocked his eyebrow. “And how much did that cost?”

Stiles shrugged as he carried the box to the living room. “…um, about eighty dollars, give or take…”

Derek’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched.

Stiles obliviously set the large box down onto the floor before eagerly tearing into it, his large eyes alight with wonder over the “treasures” he’d scored for one-hundred thirty dollars. The big box was stuffed full of various items: scraps of fabric, old porcelain figurines, and some VHS tapes.

“We don’t even own a VCR,” Derek grunted, unamused. 

Among the pile that his husband was creating, Derek spotted an odd looking VHS tape. There was a gaudy neon background that looked like it was ripped straight of the 80s, with little captions indicating that it was a workout video of some kind. However, the weird part was that there was a blank outline of a person on the front instead of some obscure fitness guru. The title of the odd tape read out: Sweatin’ it to the 80’s! Starring _____!

“What the hell?” Derek scoffed as he picked up the tape to examine it some more— the second his fingers grazed the cover of the tape, Derek felt what seemed like a jolt of electricity ripple throughout him.

The werewolf jerked back, confused over what had just happened, yet he quickly realized that he was still holding onto the tape. Derek tried to relax his grip to let go of it, but his hand refused to listen, instead clutching onto the tape with all of its strength.

“Stupid tape…” he grumbled to himself, stopping once he saw something else start to happen.

Steadily, his white tank top began to change hue, turning from bleached white to a neon blue. As the straps thinned out, the collar dropped down low to his midsection, exposing his pecs to look more like a stringer. 

The changes didn’t stop there.

Stunned silent, Derek’s jaw dropped as he witnessed his toned pectorals shudder before pushing out as they gradually inflated. The previously proportional mounds plumped up and rounded, becoming an impressive set of muscletits that jutted off Derek’s chest noticeably. His altered tank did nothing at all to try to conceal them, the enlarged nipples poking out of the sides and demanding attention. His arms packed on more muscle, becoming large and bulging, especially his biceps which rivaled melons. Derek looked down, yet his massive pecs blocked his view of his sweatpants as they tightened against his legs, suctioning to his form to become a skintight pair of spandex that showed off every ridge of his carefully crafted musculature— that was prompt ruined as his legs grew in size, becoming larger. His butt ballooned out as it beefed up and pushed itself outwards. Derek’s eyes widened as he felt a sensation like he was getting harder. When he reached down and patted at his bulge, he almost gasped at the girth package that filled his hands. His cock and balls had inflated to the point where it looked like the larger stud was smuggling a softball in the front of his spandex pants.

When he was done changing, Derek had to have packed on at least fifty pounds of muscle, making him look like some over-the-top workout guru who belonged on the front of those cheesy exercise tapes.

Derek’s face stretched out to form a large grin, despite the panic that he was feeling. The living room shifted and Derek felt as if he were falling, the walls of the room stretching upwards. Derek’s sight rapidly shifted upwards, forcing him to stare straight up at the ceiling. He tried to look away or call out to Stiles for help, but he couldn’t move. All the shocked werewolf could do was smile and show off his hairy muscletits on the cover of Sweatin’ it to the 80’s! Starring Derek Hale!

Blissfully unaware of his husband’s transformation, Stiles finally finished rummaging through the mystery box. “See?” he smiled, standing upright. “There’s tons of cool stuff in here… Derek?”

Stiles looked around for Derek, pausing when his eyes landed on an obscure VHS tape that was on the floor. He walked over and picked it up, his eyebrows rising at the image of a muscled up Derek on the cover, smiling widely. His eyes looked panicked though.

“Derek!” Stiles gasped, clutching the tape close to him. “Don’t worry! I’ll figure something out!” He sprinted out of the house and to his Jeep…

About an hour later, Stiles returned home and set up the VCR in the living room. Once it was connected, he popped the cursed VHS in and pressed Play.

Synthpop blasted over the speakers, and bright neon colors flashed on the screen before a shocked Derek appeared on screen. He was still in his muscled up body, appearing to jog in place.

“Stiles?!” Derek called out on the TV, able to see his husband on the other side. He tried to stop himself from jogging, blushing at how the motion made his inflated pecs bounce up and down. “What the hell happened— Time to get that heart rate up!” His eyes widened at his last statement, having said it was such pep that he sounded like a cheerleader.

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation.

“How am I supposed to know?” he cried. “How the hell did you get into the TV?”

Derek rolled his eyes as he stopped and started to do lunges. “It’s that damn mystery box of yours!” he accused. “I touched some weird tape and this happened!” He nodded down at his inflated form, wincing as he couldn’t stop working out.

He paused his lunges and started to bounce his pecs up and down.

“And one, and two…” He blushed, but he couldn’t stop the muscled mounds from lifting and slamming back down. Still, he was smiling widely and speaking with immense enthusiasm. “You gotta do lots of reps if you wanna get pecs as big as these!”

Derek couldn’t stop himself from working out and showing off his out of proportion body. The whole time he kept smiling, despite his eyes looking wide and disbelieving.

Stiles, unsure of what to do, figured that perhaps the best course of action was to let the video finish. Plus, he had to admit that Derek looked pretty hot with big, hairy pecs. “Um, maybe… maybe we should just let this play out?” he suggested.

Derek screamed on the inside, but could only place his hands on his hips. “Now that we’re all warmed up,” he beamed, “I’m gonna show y’all some glute blasters!”

[gaymerdudex]

From Jerk to Jack

Derek was an asshole, mind you he was gorgeous, great body, worked out everyday and he knew just how great he was. He could be an asshole though, Posting his body online constantly baiting women into loving him.

Jose lived next door to him and had seen date after date leave the dick's home disappointed by how they were treated by the great Derek.

He knew he didn't deserve that body, Jose knew he could satisfy way more people if he had his muscles. So soon after Halloween he put his plan in motion. A curse he bought from a local store. He cursed a carved out pumpkin and left it in front of Derek's' door. A hole in the bottom to tempt him to put it over his head.

The fuck he said, carrying it inside. He looked at it saw you could wear it and put it over his head. In an instant things changed as suddenly Derek's beautiful body disappeared.

Jose knew it had worked when suddenly he found himself in front of a mirror admiring his new body.

He could hear Derek screaming as he soon found himself unable to remove the pumpkin before his changes were complete.

Jose went next door to rub in the changes but when he got there, all he found was this.

Derek he thought, dude I didn't think it would go this far he said as he collected up his neighbor and took him home. Poor Derek was trapped now as a Jack o Lantern, at least until next Halloween when perhaps he could pass the curse on.

[shiftythrifting]

I was just trying to find cheap furniture...

[dank-meme-my-gf-sends-me]

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Using the booklet and a 52 deck of cards, you and one or more friends play a Collector running a mysterious shop of haunted objects (for which you will pay a terrible price), and (a) Customer(s) chasing their heart's desire. Will you survive the Object, or will you be forced to pay the price?

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[hornyhermitry]

The many puzzle-pieces that served as inspo for Sukuna

A long time ago I made a little deck about elements of Buddhism woven into Jujutsu Kaisen's story.

Since I got a little time on my hands (and he's finally made it back to the manga!) I'd like to put this little run-down on influences Sukuna draws from here as well and extend a bit on it, since more than 2 years have passed since then. (And I've been meaning to rework the deck, but lack time and wantto get at least this one out properly again).

First of all - I don't think Gege copies any character or legend 1:1. IMO, Gege is drawing from various sources and remixing them into his own thing. Whether that's for the story, setting, characters or specifically Sukuna.

So let's have a look at all the historical and mythological characters Sukuna is remixed from.

Ryoumen Sukuna the 2Chan Urban Legend

This is the one probably the most people have heard about, since Gege openly mentioned having drawn inspiration from this:

The 2Chan post about an urban legend how some construction workers allegedly found a 2 meter sized box labeled as "Ryomen Sukuna" with a mummy of conjoined twins inside. The guys who opened it fell sick. The box was given to a local priest to handle the bad energies and at some later point someone called the priest's son and learned it was some deformed freak who died in a way some Buddhist monks practiced a long time ago - by simply meditating ascetically until you enter mummification while still alive.

You can read more on that here.

This is where Gege was clearly inspired to get mummified Sukuna, full to the brim with negative energy, delivered to the story in a box.

The "Rasetsu" Daijizaiten/Ishanaten (伊舎那)

Rasetsu are demon-spirits that reside in the heavenly realms, who have the power to influence and seduce humans, and then eat them. In Buddhism rasetsu are also believed to act as wardens under The Lord of Hell - Enma - punishing the damned. Ishana/Ishanaten/Isana/Daijizaiten is a demon spirit from the highestheaven of the world of desire and is often shown with a three-pronged spear in right hand, and a bowl of blood in his left. He is one of the eight manifestations of Shiva and presides over cosmic destruction.

While he is usually described with many-faces and many arms, in the Womb World Mandala he appears with two arms, dark red in colour, seated on a dark-blue buffalo, and accompanied by his consort "Uma"(烏摩), also seated on a buffalo.

I believe this is what inspired the design for Sukuna's original giant curse form. Color-coded in red, eating humans, holding a three-pronged spear and drinking blood while causing destruction. Yup. Sounds about right.

Daijizaiten's son, Kitchen God Sukanda/Idaten

Daijizaiten has a son, Idaten, also called Sukanda 塞建駄, who is the God of the Kitchen and looks after the provisions of the Buddhist brotherhood. He is known as a swift runner, because legend has it that he ran with great speed to catch a demon thief who stole the ashes of the deceased Buddha. Wherever there is trouble, he is instantly found there. His appearance is not described. In Japan he is usually in a little shrine attached to the monks' dining-room

I believe this is where Gege got the inspiration to give Sukuna his little cooking theme he got going on around his curse technique and domain. From the Japanese name for the shrine that can be read as an imperial palace's cooking quarter, through his cleave & dismantle technique that is illustrated with respective sushi knives for skinning and chopping fish. And of course he is cooking with fire, as we see with Jogo.

Interesting that Sukuna has all this sushi chef imagery going on, when there is so much fish symbolism in the story and especially the anime - from the culling games' original name Japanese name referring to the annual fish migration to all the fish shown in the Season 1 intro and a lot more. Of course, there is also the little shoutout to this when Sukuna tells Gojo he's nothing but a fish on his chopping board.

Heian era scholar & poet Sugawara no Michizane, deified after death

Sugawara no Michizane was a respected politician and poet at the imperial court for most of his life. Michizane took a great liking to plum ("ume") trees. In his later years, there was a power struggle between rivaling clans and after the emperor he worked under abdicated, he was demoted, banished and sent into exile by the new (Fujiwara) clan who assumed all influential official posts and rose to power. Exiled, he wrote a famous haiku bemoaning the absence of his favourite ume tree.

(It does fit awfully well to Uraume not forgetting Sukuna for a thousand years until they reunite, huh?) According to legend, his favorite plum tree flew from Kyoto to Dazaifu in Kyushu to be with him. Shortly after, he died in exile. Now something very peculiar happened - shortly after Michizane died, the land was struck by death, plague and drought. The new emperor's sons all died one after the other. Lightning repeatedly struck the Imperial Palace's Great Audience Hall and there were rainstorms and floods for weeks.

People assumed Michizane had become a vengeful spirit and built a shrine (Kitano Tenmangu) to appease him, while posthumously restoring his office and titles and planting many ume trees. Legend also states that during Michizane's funeral procession, the bull pulling the cart bearing his remains refused to go any further than a certain spot, so his shrines are usually decorated with statues of bulls.

If you look at it, it's really on the nose, isn`t it? :)

While a few people have been theorizing Sukuna might have known Sugawara no Michizane or that he might be his relative, mostly because Gojo namedrops him as a potential shared ancestor between Gojo and Yuta ... I personally think that Sukuna is partially based on him and I'd love to find out if this is going to have relevance at a later point in the story. We know so little about Sukuna's time as a human, but when you look at the design of his Malevolent Shrine full of ox skulls, the fact his consort is called Uraume and has plum-themed hair and how he refers to himself as a calamity back in the day, much like plagues, famines & storms, the puzzle pieces really fit together quite smoothly.

And as a last puzzle piece: After a life of being revered and looked up to as a court official next to the emperor, Michizane was exiled and fell from grace at the imperial court when another clan took over —- now remember how Sukuna calls himself „the disgraced (or „fallen“) one“. How intriguing, is ‚t it?

As for his tattoos: Inspiration might have been an old Japanese practice to tattoo criminals with symbols indicating their crimes. The practice comes from the Edo times (1603–1867), making it multiple hundred years too late for a Heian (794 to 1185) criminal. Nevertheless, fair game for loose inspiration.

Another inspiration might have been something from a specific Buddhist hell (there are multiples ones). In Kokujou Jigoku (黒縄地獄), the Hell of Black Threads, those who have killed and committed theft, receive marking lines made of black thread on their body from demons and ogres, so these demons know where to hack their bodies apart as punishment, using axes and saws.

What I find intriguing most about Sukuna's tattoos is that he has them on all his bodies - both Yuji's and Megumi's --- which would indicate they are more like, uh, tattooed onto his soul than his own skin, why else would they show up on multiple meatsuits of his? My last guess about the tattoos has no footing anywhere, so take it as a random sidenote - I'm just wondering if he might be sealing something with those sigils. Who knows what their purpose is. Maybe he just likes the look of it, who knows.

So, to recap.

I think Sukuna's appearance in modern times is taken from the 2chan thread as Gege said, his further character design is mostly lent from the Sugawara no Michizane legends (fall from grace, calamities, shrine, ox and "Ume" plum tree included) and his curse form is further inspired by Daijizaiten, the human-eating god of destruction who is also accompanied by an ox and a consort called "Uma" and finished off with a touch of that god's son Sukanda who is a literal kitchen god and a fast runner, tending to a shrine's kitchen.

OF COURSE this man is a scholar turned rogue fun-loving cannibal. <3 His demeanor is not that of a peasant who never learned to read who's struggling to meet ends during a famine, but shows he has been moving among higher ranks back as a human. He attended festivals as a curse/deity and even cares about the seasonal aspect of Yorozu's haiku.

This man has been around the imperial court in the Heian times, knows how to play politics and intrigue and evidently studied mind and soul of humans since way back then, until he rose above it. That's not up for debate, hahaha. Where his arc is going? We shall see. Still hard to say at this point. You'll find me over here, holding out for a flashback to his past. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! -Jisa

Yup, that‘s me writing poetry in blood with my scholar turned curse upon humanity commissioned from JinRozenrot . As my old friend Mr Lecter would say: Tada~ ♥

[hirahalloween]

The ominous banner/Illager banner is a cursed object woven and sewn with magic-infused fabrics and thread, and anyone with short or long-term exposure to the banner's magic becomes afflicted with Bad Omen.

Contrary to popular belief, Bad Omen is not always intended to trigger raids, though raiding is the easiest way to berid yourself of the curse (aside from drinking milk.)

Bad Omen has been observed to have multiple effects on those under the banner's influence. The effects come in waves that last roughly 5 days, as the magic slowly drains from the thread and fabric, each day of the curse being worse than the previous.

Bad Omen, when the banner is kept away from a village, typically starts off as just a string of bad luck... perhaps you keep stumbling over tree roots on your journeys, or you forget your torches at home and don't realize until you have made it far down into the mines... by the final day of the curse, however, you become deathly ill, delirious and plagued by nightmares. Your survival is not guaranteed, but you have made your choice and have decided to ride out the curse.

Illagers, Villagers and players alike can fall victim to the curse if exposed, and those afflicted often report odd supernatural occurrences, mental changes, as well as fits of extreme violence when in the presence of the banner.

Many of these reports include, but are not limited to:

- entire camps being massacred by the individual afflicted.

- the afflicted being driven to seriously harm themselves, such as though self-multilation or attempted self-drownings.

- the feeling of being watched when in the presence of the banner.

- Hearing voices when alone with the banner. At first the voices are often incoherent... bits of mumbling often followed by laughter. Once the banner is first "heard," however, the voices become stronger and can be heard by the afflicted while with other people, or even while not in the presence of the banner. What the voices say at this point is considered unspeakable.

- visual hallucinations—often tall, dark, cloaked figures standing over the afflicted while attempting to sleep.

- intense insomnia and heightened anxiety.

- increase in intrusive thoughts and paranoia.

Due to Bad Omen being magically tied to the banner, the curse is transmittable to others, and spreads through physical contact with it: from the one who wove the banner, to the patrol captain, to whomever is unlucky enough to carry it next. Some choose to ride out it out or start raids to break the curse, while other groups have been known to play an unfortunate game of hot potato with the banner until the magic fully runs out.

[objectum-selfshipper]

tip: if you have a cursed artifact kiss it so it loves you. either it stops cursing you or you become toxic yuri, and both are good

[wishmaster]

Father Knows Best

Martin was headed to his son's room as he passed his sons girlfriend leaving, as she wandered past Martin had noticed his son's cum dripping down her face, Martin had always thought Jake was too damn good looking to be wasting his time on the girls and knew he had been wasting his youth, especially when his best friends were so damn sexy.

He decided he needed to teach him a lesson.

Martin shook his head as he saw his son standing there in the afterglow of his blowjob.

Think fast. his dad said as he tossed him a ring.

What's this? Jake asked. Just a little something, he hadn't noticed his dad had on the same thing. Go head try it on. martin insisted, so Jake did, never imagining what was about to happen. As he did he felt his father being pulled towards him, no into him as the rings were combining the father and son together. Suddenly within seconds Jake and Martin were no more, but the new Phoenix emerged.

His sexy toned 20 something body leaned against his new home, this new stud not only was older than Jake but had inherited Martins love of leather and it showed in his closet full of nothing but leather outfits, his relaxed sportswear look now graced his new form. Inside Martin told Jake he was wasting his life as a straight jock and was going to show him just how much he could enjoy being gay, but in a twist Phoenix hadn't turned out 100 percent gay but combining the two had turned him bi sexual.

Phoenix decided they needed to hit the clubs and find a good piece of ass to fuck, so they changed into a more appropriate outfit.

Phoenix pulled out a cigar once he was dressed, Jake hadn't been a fan but now in his new combo form he was nearly salivating over lighting that thing up. After a good drag on the cigar Phoenix bean dreaming of wrapping his lips around a nice fat cock just as big as this smoke and who knows maybe he'd get luck tonight. He headed out the new father and son hybrid headed to the local gay bar anxious to find something they'd enjoy

When they first arrived, Phoenix was hoping to submit, but when a certain stud caught his eye. His idea for the night changed.

Standing there on display was the perfect ass and it happened to be attached to a sexy twink. Phoenix's tastes quickly changed as he headed over and introduced himself, though not being very different in age the twink kept calling Phoenix Daddy and that made his dick twitch.

They headed into a backroom and the young twink presented himself, this would indeed be Jakes first time fucking a guy and after an bit of foreplay and eating his ass out, which Phoenix seemed to be a huge fan of they fucked, but alas the twink was only interested in one go with his leather daddy, which left Phoenix a bit depressed, he left the club and wandered into the straight leather bar next door. By the end of that night BiSexual Phoenix, unbeknownst to Martin had fallen for a beautiful young woman.

The next morning it seemed father and son had learned a valuable lesson as the combined Phoenix, bot showing the other the benefits of the others sex life. As Phoenix went to remove the ring to change back into Martin and Jake, They found it had vanished, a small tattooed version had replaced it on Phoenix's finger. Seems Martin and Jake were now gone forever and the new sexually charged Phoenix was going to be sticking around for good.

He checked himself in the mirror as his changes adjusted and his final look came in to view. Adjusting his rock hard cock, he headed out again the next day longing to be the one being fucked today. Life was going to definitely be interesting from now on.

[zoetheneko]

Weird object alert!

This is called "the Berserker's amulet". An ancient cursed artefact forged by a god of war. It's for an au i kept developping for a year and a half.

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