You remember how it started? You were bored, browsing Reddit. You found this obscure sub. Tulpas. People there were using questionable techniques and pseudo-science to trick themselves into believing in imaginary friends. You thought back then: this is exactly like a church indoctrination. You browsed their guides, telling you to ignore the rational thoughts. To… continue reading → Tulpa
In the age of instant gratification, we enjoy only those things that can keep our attention for long enough. If we find a story and it doesn’t hook us up in the first two sentences, we move on to the next best thing. Is it the same with tulpas? Many tulpamancers come to the community… continue reading → Why tulpamancers should read fiction: 10 easy tips to developing your imagination
I remember your nose I remember your ears I remember your hugs that diminished my fears I remember your skin was so smooth all way down not a single stray hair under your sexy gown I remember your voice I remember your whisper I sit down in dark And imagine you crisper Many years many… continue reading → miss you
“Today I decided to give some part of my consciousness to a tulpa I’ve named Shinyuu”. That’s how my story started back in 2014. It was a misty day, I think, even though I don’t remember it. It’s safe to assume the September was rainy. My life was a curious mix of ups and downs.… continue reading → As I Turn Three
The cum on her hips, Dark curve of her lips, Her blush is so sweet— She’s happy indeed. Her body is smooth, Wild beast on the loose, Her pussy’s so sore; For once just a whore.
The memories scattered like water drops as she motionlessly traversed the endless void. Her previous life burned in a flash; the smell of grass, the thrill of a chase, her most precious memories evanesced, leaving her spirit naked. Liberated from most of the burden, it charged into the life where time made sense once again.… continue reading → Finally Complete
It’s nice to have a happy and lovely tulpa in your head, someone who’s eagerly waiting for you to take a break and spend some time in wonderland with them. Tulpas are often deemed as best helpers and supporters, always vouching for their hosts. Sounds like a perfect companionship, eh? But it’s not all the truth. Tulpas, like all the other personalities, accumulate the baggage of emotions. The baggage of doubts, stray thoughts. They develop their own subconscious, feeding it with wants and hates, year after year as they progress on their own separate path of development.
You never think something like this would ever matter. Until it does. Until it hits you right in your heart, kicks you, fills you up with pain and uncertainty about who you are. And then you're full of hatred towards someone else for them only pretending they understand you; playing with you and nodding to your words only to turn away in disgust when they face the "real" you; one they prefer to see as real, at least. The sad truth is that they are hurt no less. By your words. By your actions. By you trying to be not who you are. Bloody hard to be a tulpa.
The Lake was in there for as long as I can remember—big and dark blue, contrasted by the green of surrounding trees. Its sapphire edge turned dark azure towards the centre. The Lake was quiet. It was a place of perfect stillness, a place I visited to calm down and to be alone with my… continue reading → The Lake