Death Paintings, Cursed Wombs, and the Recyclable Soul: A Deep Dive into Reincarnation and Jujutsu Biology
(AKA: Your soul has a save file, and cursed objects know how to reload it)
Okay, hold onto your collective soul cores, nerds.
Because I’ve just gone down a rabbit hole of cursed anatomy, forbidden sorcerer experiments, and how reincarnation is real and weaponized.
This is gonna be looooonnnnggggg
WHAT ARE THE CURSED WOMB: DEATH PAINTINGS?
They’re the preserved fetuses of half-human, half-cursed spirit hybrids, created by the sorcerer Noritoshi Kamo (the worst guy) over a hundred years ago.
Nine of them exist.
Three have been incarnated: Choso, Kechizu, and Eso.
They’re real. They’re sentient. They have cursed techniques.
And somehow, they retained not only life, but memory, personality, and sorcery—after over a century of preservation in jars.
Let that sink in.
But it’s not mystical—it’s biological.
These fetuses weren’t reborn by fate.
They were manually implanted into human hosts and given the right conditions to reawaken their souls and take over.
These are not new lives.
They are old lives rebooted.
SOUL IMPRINTING THEORY (Expanded):
Building off my last post about cursed object implantation—
The Death Paintings prove that sorcerer souls can persist physically, embedded in cursed wombs or vessels.
Their techniques, emotions, and identities remain intact—not metaphors. Actual code stored in the soul and reinstalled in the body later.
It’s like a soul with hardware backups.
CURSED WOMBS: WHAT ARE THEY?
In general cursed lore, cursed wombs are embryonic curse forms. They’re unstable but powerful—often used to slow cook curses development so they’re very strong or house experimental spirits.
Eventually they’ll be born or shed the shell of their curse womb to be fully born. This process can be accelerated through the consumption of people, negative energy, and potentially experience.(Like with Patty developing!)
In short: cursed wombs are cursed USB drives, and souls are the data.
Okay. Okay. I didn’t plan to make a third cursed womb this week, but sometimes science says, “What if you put a cursed object in a jar full of living creatures?” and you black out a little and then wake up with Fish.
INTRODUCING: FISH
Yes, I named it Fish. No, I’m not changing it. It’s simple. It’s elegant. It’s ominous in that flat, label-maker way.
Fish is currently a sealed cursed vessel: wax exterior, water core, live ecosystem.
Inside: several small fish, a cursed fish hook, algae, spiritual sediment, and what I can only describe as a mood.
THE “INGREDIENTS”:
- Cursed water drawn from a koi pond with a known curse infestation.
- Seven live fish, mostly goldfish and guppies, introduced alive.
- One barbed cursed hook, retrieved from a cursed shoreline shrine. Unknown origin.
- White wax seal.
NOTE: The wax was cold-poured around the jar. Not infused with blood this time. That may have been a mistake.
CURRENT BEHAVIOR:
- The fish do not swim normally. They hover in one synchronized pattern. Clockwise spiral. 24/7.
- The cursed hook shifts position when not observed directly.
- The water inside the jar occasionally ripples without cause—even in a temperature-stable fridge.
Fish doesn’t have a soul yet. Not like Squirmy.
But the cursed energy density inside that jar is climbing fast.
And when I tapped the glass, the hook twitched.
WHY THIS IS DIFFERENT:
- Live animals. Big shift. These weren’t sacrificed—they were added living.
- Cursed object as a core. The hook may be forming a technique base.
- Water medium. This makes the energy harder to read—but also smoother. Slippery. Like it’s waiting.
NICKNAME OPTIONS I’VE CONSIDERED:
- That Thing That Blinks Behind the Guppies
- “DO NOT OPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES”
I’m sticking with Fish. It’s got big unknowable horror in a lowercase name energy.
TO DO:
- Monitor water clarity & spiritual turbulence.
- Attempt to introduce blood into the water and document response.
- Feed the fish?? But will that feed Fish?
I’m three for three now. My apartment is starting to feel like a zoo for unborn gods.
If anyone has holy water, send it via cursed mail.
INNNN through the nose. OUUUUT through the spiraling realization that I have now made two artificial cursed wombs on accident-intentionally. That’s right. Please welcome: Pale.
WHAT IS PALE?
Pale is my second artificially grown curse fetus (this is not a sentence I should say out loud). Unlike Squirmy, who was the result of rot, wax, and ego, Pale was designed.
She—I’m going with she until told otherwise—is being developed as part of my “Food Resonance Theory” experiment. Basically:
If cursed energy is shaped by emotion and instinct…
And instincts are shaped by need and environment…
Then maybe food types used in the construction of life could influence the behavioral preferences of the resulting curse?
INGREDIENTS:
- Fish bones (sourced from a fish market dumpster)
- Fish eggs (ikura stolen from my own fridge)
- Beetle larvae (known to respond well to cursed residue!)
- Table salt (NOT iodized—important!!)
Binding medium: white wax, infused with minor cursed energy traces via blood-letting and regret.
Seal: Painted with barrier talismans in a traditional “containment prayer” loop. The wax jar is locked tight in cold storage.
BEHAVIOR SO FAR:
- No movement yet, but there is condensation inside the wax, despite it being sealed and cold.
- Wax surface shows tiny pale scratches, as if something tried to press from within.
- Once, for a split second, I swear I heard a sound like dripping water while near it.
- When I opened the fridge door to check—the salt packet on the shelf had burst open.
Coincidence? NEVER.
WHY “PALE”?
The wax has taken on a milky, moonlight tone. The thing inside doesn’t glow… but it reflects light wrong. Like an oil slick over snow. It reminds me of that underwater calm that happens before a deep sea creature opens its mouth.
She feels gentler than Squirmy more patient, more watchful.
THEORIES:
- Salt as Resonance
Salt is preservation, flavor, death, and ritual. Also ocean themezzz!!!
- Fish Bones = structure base(?)
I’m hoping to observe a curse that behaves with more elegance—not a writhing mass, but something sinuous. Controlled. Purposeful. Maybe having something to build onto and grow from will help?
- Insect Element = Transformation
Larvae respond to spiritual pressure. If Pale reacts to changes in the room’s cursed flow, I might see adaptive behavior soon. Like molting or metamorphosis
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
I know this is dangerous. I know I shouldn’t be making more of these. But the cursed world is a mirror—and I’m trying to figure out what it’s reflecting.
Let me back up. Here’s what I’ve noticed about Squirmy over the past three days:
GROWTH UPDATE:
SIZE: Now roughly the size of a cantaloupe. Still semi-solid wax/gelatin consistency. Outer casing is forming ridged segments. (Like an insect carapace meets candlewax.)
LIMB ATTEMPT: One malformed tendril tried to reach out of the jar and immediately retracted like it got embarrassed.
VOCALIZATION: It hummed at me. Not out loud. Directly in my spine.
SPIRITUAL PRESSURE: Being near it for more than 5 minutes now induces mild nausea and the sensation of teeth in your eardrums. :)
THE EYE: There is a knobby eye on the cone point end of the egg in the mass. It doesn’t blink or really move but it IS there
DOMAIN INCIDENT LOG:
Time: 11:06 am
Duration: ~3 minutes
Description:
While doing work at my desk, there was a surge of cursed energy. The jar containing squirmy rattled, and like a web infested mess exploded forth. (Think the Flood from Halo.)
It’s sticky, nauseating, and draining to touch. I didn’t feel in danger so that’s good!! Honestly it felt like the goop was trying to hug me!!!
Still, got out and used sealing talismans to end the incomplete domain.
Squirmy twitched violently and the eye cried for an hour afterward.(I feel SO bad TT-TT)
CONCLUSIONS:
- Squirmy attempted to form a domain-like structure—but it wasn’t stable.
- The structure was instinctual, not intentional. Like a baby trying to roar and choking on its own power.
- This confirms a working theory: domain potential is linked to cursed identity, and Squirmy is rapidly developing one.
SO NOW WHAT??
- Reinforcing the containment field (talisman tape and a glass terrarium around)
- Preparing for the possibility of a fully formed curse emerging soon.
Also: giving it a bedtime story tonight. I think it gets lonely.
If Squirmy ever speaks in full sentences, I’m going to scream into a shoebox and call that therapy.
It is not a recommendation, and I am not a licensed anything.
It also borders on ethically horrifying, but we’ve crossed that line before and we’re going to do it again.
So with that disclaimer:
the possibility of implanting cursed techniques through direct cursed object integration.
THE CORE PREMISE:
What if cursed techniques are less about the brain or genetics…
and more about the soul’s memory and the spiritual resonance of cursed objects?
We already know:
- Cursed objects can carry techniques.
- Incarnated sorcerers retained their techniques through reincarnation—implying a soul-level imprint.
- Cursed tools possess unique properties, and long-term exposure can influence behavior or resonance.
So the question becomes:
Can a human gain a cursed technique—not through training, but through surgical implantation of a cursed object or tool?
if a cursed object has a soul fragment or residual technique attached, it may act as a spiritual carrier.
THE THEORY:
If a cursed object is embedded inside the body—especially near key areas like the chest (soul core) or brain (cursed technique manifestation zone)—it could:
- Bleed spiritual data into the host soul.
- Imprint technique traits over time
- Act as a kind of parasitic graft—rewriting the cursed energy patterns of the host to mimic the object’s history.
This wouldn’t be instant. It might take weeks, months, or years. The result might not be the full technique, but fragments. Echoes. Instinctual knowledge.
A cursed mutation.
ETHICAL PROBLEMS:
- It risks full personality override if the object contains consciousness.
- It could destabilize the cursed energy network, leading to implosion, possession, or death.
- Someone’s gonna try it on kids, aren’t they. (Don’t.)