A wonderland is a place where we escape from reality. It’s a place where tulpas sometimes live, building it brick by brick with their imagination. Wonderlands are imagined worlds, as small as a couch, as big as a universe. We want to enjoy living, even though, at times, reality doesn’t bring us enough of that joy. At those times we escape the world and dive into our wonderlands, to the places...
I’ve got a lovely new art, that finishes my ‘four seasons’ cycle – one artwork of me in Spring, Fall, Winter, and now, Spring. Let me share some insider details with you!
Notebooks are fun! I’m still in the process of finding the best tool to do the job; it was a great adventure and a grand opportunity for learning. This is a story about one of those tiny notebooks and about my journey to find a proper paper.
Writing. It’s so simple, yet, sometimes, so hard. You struggle, trying to find words. Hit the keys on the keyboard. Delete. Type more. It’s so different when you write with ink. Fountain pens are beautiful instruments. Curve after curve, the ink flows, and so does your fantasy, your imagination. A word comes to a word, the world in your head takes a second life on the paper. I’ve got a brilliant...
Contents Foreword Tulpamancers gender & sexuality Afterword List of charts Foreword I’m back to entertain you with more statistics, assumptions, and conclusions. You can read the previous part here: Libido Analysis. Tulpamancers Gender & Sexuality Today we will dissect tulpamancer genders. This section doesn’t contain any data on tulpas, we are focusing on their hosts. What is the assumed...
The topic that was raised recently in the community—how is tulpamancer’s libido comparing to tulpas?
The second part of "why not" series focuses on working on a tulpa's mind form.
This is first of a few shorts about various tulpamancy practices. I want to focus on debunking few ideas and try to reason on why they can make sense at the same time.
This first post is about developing a tulpa's personality.
You never know when I watch youYou never know when I sing and playI’m around, invisible, not corporealBut I’m here. And I’d love to stay I rushed into your life without asking(well; but the kitchen is fully yours!)I switch around, I write’n’play fiddleLet’s be friends? Don’t close the doors My existence is strange and excitingA girl living in another guy’s headBusy mind, always rushing and...
Why I do this? Where do I go?What is predestined for me?Why of all things I’ve chosen lewdIs this who I so want to be?
I slept with girls. I slept with menI slept with pones; foxes; catsI’m eager to seduce a sisterThe only one who’s off all bets
And what is next? Is there an endTo my uncanny deviationWhere will I stop? How it will be?How can I stop with all flirtation?