#inner form

[feminiel]

Sunday, 19 January, 2025

Every day, almost every single day, I do inner work and grow a little bit. Sometimes, I spend the entire day on it, and this has been going on for many, many years. My perseverance has become part of who I am. It has shaped my journey and my way of life. I must say, I am proud of myself, my efforts, and my inner strength. Yes, I am praising and validating myself because I am the only one who can truly see myself and understand my path in this moment. Self-validation is always better too. Plus, I've learned that when efforts are not acknowledged, validated, and recognized, it wounds your self-confidence. Writing about my journey and what is going on is a way to affirm to myself that I matter. Besides, I love writing and journaling very much. I can feel the energy of my creativity flowing when I express myself in written form. ~ @feminiel

[sheikfangirl]

What I wished happened in Tears of the Kingdom 🥲

Been itching to draw something like this since first playing the game.

I absolutely HC that Puppet Zelda's "true form" is a grotesque gloom abomination.

An alternate version of the climax of "Crisis at Hyrule Castle" "lives rent free in my mind. The cat and mouse chase ending in the Sanctum, with Puppet Zelda revealing her true self: an attrocious horrific monster wearing Zelda's face. This is the real her and all this hatred breaks her Zelda looking shell apart. Time for an emotional and tormented final confrontation.

Also, it's my one year Tumblr anniversary!!?? Whhhaaaatttt already?

Thank you for tagging along by small LoZ corner of the interwebs.

Cheers!! AND GLORY TO PUPPET ZELDA!

[undasura]

^ my so cute animal

[xylveon700]

Saw the comparison made on X and I had to contribute

[tharatorns]

It's such a unique name, I got curious. Well, the meaning doesn't reflect you, to be fair. You're not generous, and you're not...

Joong Archen as FADEL and Dunk Natachai as STYLE THE HEART KILLERS | EP. 2

[hypewinter]

Danny can no longer Go Ghost. Oh his powers work perfectly fine, but whenever he tries to transform, it seems as if the universe itself is screaming and begging him to not transform

So he goes to Clockwork who explains that Phantom has simply grown too powerful and that Danny simply needs to empower someone to act in his stead like an avatar

Unfortunately, Danny can't really choose anyone he knows. Tucker is not responsible with powers and the less is said about an empowered Sam, the better

It'd be absolutely hilarious if the avatar gets selected via a tournament arc. I imagine it wasn't Danny's idea but he was taking too long since he didn't want to burden anyone with this responsibility leading to the Observants deciding they'll take care of it. Cue all of Earth's heroes being summoned to an arena and told to fight until a victor is crowned. Really? This again? They all collectively groan. Meanwhile Danny is blissfully unaware of what's going on as he's back at the Clocktower trying to figure out the best candidate (the Observants thought they'd gain favor if they just surprised him with a new avatar).

I'm not honestly too sure how the tournament itself would turn out. Maybe the heroes would go along with it until they could figure out just what the reason for the tournament is this time. Maybe they would immediately jump to revolt. Punch first, ask questions later and all that. I could go either way to be honest.

All I really want is for the heroes to bust down the door and confront Danny about this whole tournament, ready to take down another crazy in power, only for this painful sleep deprived child to blink up at them, "What tournament?"

[bruhstation]

*Breaks into your house to stare wistfully out the window* Do you ever think that CTHenry is, at least by some perceptions, a corpse being kept alive by gold dust and the whimsy of a goddess whose motives are unknown? I do. *Puffs on bubble pipe* Anyway. I'm still holding out hope for a happy ending for our Miserable Train Gays. Iram gentlemen. Have a good day 💗

out of sight, out of mind

[vaguely-concerned]

I really really like that lucanis reaches the 'there must be some way through this' realization 'off camera', so to speak, while presumably looking at rook explaining the situation to spite. it just. hits right. he gets that moment to himself after 'this place is a nightmare, why would I want to stay here' to come back into focus, to gather himself and think it through in peace, outside of the demands of anyone’s gaze (including the player’s!), while rook takes care of spite’s confusion and urgency and distress as he can’t himself in this shattered state. they're inside his soul, but he still gets that moment of privacy, with rook and spite there and supporting but not intruding. idk there's just something so good and right-feeling about it. rook's presence in lucanis' mind at its most vulnerable and frozen could have felt SO invasive if the quest wasn't written as skillfully as it is, and I get skeeved out by that kind of thing incredibly easily so it's a testament to how well it's done that it always feels safe and supportive. lucanis has had both his bodily and psychological (slash spiritual/existential) integrity and autonomy violated so brutally and repeatedly, and having even the way the camera perceives him here grant him the dignity and respect and privacy of soul he hasn’t experienced in a long time… it’s a whole thing huh. No wonder it’s taken me a while to put it into words lol 

(also what a contrast to what solas and rook have got going on, and what a sly way to slide the point of comparison in there to build to the thematic whole. the solas version of this IS of course wildly invasive and skeeves me out but in the intended delighted horror movie way. solas, too, was let into someone’s soul through the cracks in the wake of a traumatic event, and he IMMEDIATELY sought to turn it to his own benefit and use that trauma as a weapon against them fhdsja I’m sorry but it’s just such a character-revealing instinct for him to act on without hesitation and I love how terrible he is, it’s all so unforgivably premeditated and consistent.

rook acting out of the desire to make sure lucanis is ok vs. solas going ‘well. When life gives you oops killed my friend, make dead friend poisoned lemonade and make his loved ones drink it. this sunk cost fallacy isn’t going to perpetuate itself’ is such a neat contrast and it’s not in your face about it but it’s still there, deep and solid down in the thematic narrative. rook doesn’t do anything to or in lucanis’ mind, really — they negotiate their way through the layers of defense and are let through, and they help him make the whole thing more explicable, but they never exert any force or go rooting around for anything that doesn’t present itself to them first. solas goes about gathering ammo for when he's going to nothing personel kid this person from like the first moment fhdskh doesn't waste a second before he's on that gaslight gatekeep girlboss grind. the fact that the game goes out of its way to show there IS a respectful, non-selfish and kind version of this process makes what solas is doing even more deliciously awful (glee) and rook and lucanis’ relationship (platonic, romantic, whatever it might be in any given playthrough) all the more moving to me)

[corseque]

I love that no matter what, when I get into a new fantasy setting I'm always "where is the oldest wizard in the entire world? I must see him at once" and am always very satisfied to gaze upon him and ponder him whenever I find him

[yuechihua]

random phainon fic idea i was marinating over with some friends, but i genuinely think he would KILL it as a classic manhwa male lead in the isekai villainess/reincarnation/returning to the past/rofan genre.

like, reader suddenly reincarnates or isekais into a classic jrpg game they once played as the chilldhood friend and crush of the protag and hero, phainon. they freak tf out bc they remember in the og game phainon leaves them behind to save the world from an encroaching darkness and promised to come home, but never did and ends up marrying someone else. they're just kinda a forgotten, loose end type character who never gets to have a real happy ending.

reader does NOT want to end up like that ofc and decides to leave the village asap to study alchemy and distances themself from phainon asap, but for some reason, this makes phainon become strangely clingy. he follows them out of the village and won't leave them alone, and reader is trying to guide phainon through the events of the og game to ensure the world isn't destroyed while also trying to build a new career/life bc they don't want to be overly reliant on him.

phainon is supposed to be a charming, perfect hero-type, and he's appropriately devoted to reader. but he keeps acting more "out of character" the more reader rejects him, and they get the feeling there's more to this world than they realize...

the convoluted plot twist is, ofc, that reader IS actually the childhood friend and this is their og world. in the first timeline which they thought was just a game, they actually died and phainon kinda went off the rails and brought them back to life, but something goes wrong. in the second timeline, they get sent to the modern world by accident and their memories of everything that happened is scrambled, and they're isekaied into the game world/og world bc of phainon again lol. and in the current timeline, phainon actually has HIS memories, too, and that's why he's so :( that reader keeps avoiding him bc he went through all that to bring them back and they won't even talk to him!!

[justaz]

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.

[imaginal-ai]

"Quiet Afternoon" (0001)

[peculiareyezer]

some userboxen we made for ourselves! (free to use, no credit or permission required, no dni.)

[fizzydrinkuno]

Woof woof

[fishuijuu]

I always think about the scene where these three were getting digested by golb

simon is completely at peace with dying (unlike the other two) he doesnt even sit down so the walls dont crush him as quickly "The most important thing is that were here together" something something at least wed be together something

[kuroov]

tw : dark content (mdni), yandere, hinted cannibalism, fem!reader, true!form sukuna, mention of rough sex and genitalia, scratching and blood.

yandere!sukuna who fucks you, hard and deep strokes that knock your head into the headboard, body sliding along the sheets until his hands wander from your thighs to your hips, pinning you down. so he could take, and take and take until your body had nothing to give.

his cock is hitting spots that make starlights burst at the edges of your vision, gummy walls grappling him and he just bullies his cock deeper with a grunt, watching the way your walls pucker and try to cling to him as he pulls back ever so slightly from your slit, he hums with his eyes fluttering close. his hands are still holding your hips down on the bed, claws digging into the warm flesh until he draws blood — and it’s like swimming with sharks, he’s instantly drawn to the smell of it. it makes his nostrils flare, mouth salivating at the corners; his cock throbs, weeping head smearing his cum at the outside of your puffy folds.

his breath hitches in his throat. his eyes roll into his head with another guttural sound from his throat, it’s animalistic, it’s raw, it’s him. and then sukuna was reminded, that you’re nothing but a weak human compared to him as you cry out when his fingers subconsciously digged deeper.

you‘re a human who bleeds, for him — it’s a thought that thrills the curse, yet it leaves him with a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. if you bleed so easily for him, he wonders who else could make you bleed for? you’re a mortal. you’re practically like a lamb to slaughter outside in the world, it doesn’t matter how much you lick your wounds, predators will always smell the blood on you and want to make you bleed more.

it’s a thought that circles in his head for a while, his eyes, all four of them fixed on your form. the thought grows, until it consumes the pit in his stomach, until it consumes you