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  1. HHHEEEYYYY GUYS You all probably think we're dead. We're totally not dead. I was NOT joking about falling off the face of the earth, and I probably should have mentioned it can be for months at a time. I'm rambling, I'm nervous, got it. It's probably still gonna be some time before we get back here. (In such Howl has nothing to say, because apparently "It doesn't matter". Dat apathy tho.) Uhm, so I'm just gonna leave this link here :U http://voidstuffthings.tumblr.com/ I haven't been touching it either but I guess I'll start because I miss this community as opposed to me, Howl, and Owen derping around by ourselves. LIKE WE DO. In case anyone we used to talk to sees this, I REEEEEEALLY miss you guys. Like, wow, you've really made this experience great. I'm really really sorry this post isn't the update you were (maybe, i dunno) hoping for. I really am. But I promise we're not gone from this place forever. I just need to pull myself out of this bad time we're going through and then we'll be back. Just so this post isn't completely pointless, me and Howl have gone back to our "Don't talk to each other too much, just kind of sit there doing our own thing" relationship. We're both the type of people that can't handle extended interactions with people for too long, and it's always been that way. We give each other enough attention as to not forget about each other, he's kind of been sleeping a lot but i'm kind of stuck in one of my chronic illness/fibromyalgia flare-ups and he hates my "disabilities" so I haven't given him any grief for it. He perks up whenever Owen calls him though, it's adorable. I don't really know what else to say but ye, just hit me up on our tumblr if you want. And sorry, again. Like srlsy, I'M REALLY sorry. ;A; While I'm here I might as well reply to this because it makes me smile every time I read it. Holy crap, thanks, I repeat, this makes me smile every time I read it. Idk what stage you're currently at because you wrote this forever ago, but I hope everything's going well for you. Howl just gave a little hand wave so I guess that means 'ditto'. :'D I feel like that anime would be horrifying, pfffft. Like, some creepy, mind-screwy 'token monster boyfriendo' anime. With lots of mouth/teeth shots and maybe some ecchi ayyyy -sassy finger pistols-
  2. Okay, so I know I haven't posted anything in a while as opposed to every day updates. And I'm just laying this on the table now; I have a bad habit of suddenly disappearing without saying anything at all. This is my worst vice when it comes to anything that has to do with the internet. I fall in and out of routines... routinely. ANYCASE, as for an explanation. I haven't been myself. I am the necessary mechanics of myself without any of the stuff that makes me ME. I haven't been able to bring myself to do any of the things that are part of my routine or that I remotely enjoy doing. I try to post an update here, or draw, or play WoW, but every time I try, I get this sick feeling in my stomach and I start to panic. This is just something that happens to me and I don't know when I'll be back to myself, but until then I'll just have to anchor myself to something until I'm myself again. So now it's just me, Howl, Owen (and possibly Ran) and Netflix until I can be remotely non-robotic. I'm always checking Today's Posts, so I'm note COMPLETELY off the grid, just for the record. Howl's been pushing my ass to write this for days, by the way.
  3. Granted, you are given vision to see beyond the spectrum of human capacity. Now you are constantly haunted by the sights and visions of our race being watched by eldritch terrors just outside our dimension. (You have special eyes) I wish I could fix and keep a proper healthy sleep schedule.
  4. I couldn't resist, I was bored and fidgety so I cracked open the Lovecraft's Monsters anthology and read the first story. Apparently reading a story about a werewolf preventing the end times by Elder God means written by Neil Gaiman was enough to rouse Howl into asking me what the hell I was doing. Which made me happy. He's still feeling a bit quiet. Like when someone tells you something that really rattles you, so you just have to think about it for a day. He also seems a bit upset about Ruby's (our Chilean Rose Hair) jailbreak. I assured him she's probably better off on her own, and he agrees. But he's with me again, and that's all that matters right now. I feel like everything's gonna be quiet for a bit. Like, at least today, he's not normally melancholy over things. This whole situation is kind of a big deal for both of us and all of it's kind of weird. We both just need a bit of quiet together time, methinks. Anycase, everything turned out good in the end. There's still some stuff he needs more time to think about (namely the matter with Delora), but for the most part, everything's good. I'm either gonna draw or play WoW, and he's okay with watching me do either of those things. So we'll see what happens and if we regain our typical relationship habits halfway through.
  5. He's awake, but he still needs some time to himself, apparently. I'm guessing he needs his "coffee and thoughts" time. It's kind of weird, because he hasn't done anything alone in a while and I feel the same anxiety I do when I know Owen's off work and on his way home. I think it's safe to say I missed him and I realize every time he leaves for a bit I end up making a mess so every time he comes back he's like this. Sorry Howly. Update-wise, we might wait a bit before doing wonderland stuff. At least a day (longer if he suggests it). We'll just do as much as we can together, after we have our talk.
  6. -hasn't touched Steam last year oops-
  7. AHHH OVER A THOUSAND VIEWS AHHH WHAT THE HELL Moving on, I made the blog, here it is, knock yourself out, Howl's not quite awake yet but he's almost there, end of update.
  8. Granted, mosquito population increases x100. (For the record, my spider wish came true, she somehow broke out of her cage and we can't find her, thanks a lot.) I wish I never made that spider wish.
  9. Auuugh, I am in such a NOT GOOD mood, tonight, half because I was too tired to deal with the drama outside my room and had to go to sleep and now I'm forced to wake up at 1 am, and then somewhat because of relative negativity I got to wake up to. Which sucks because I had a dream about Weebles last night (they wobble but they don't fall down). Some good-ish news, I guess. NO, IT'S GOOD NEWS, I'M NOT LETTING MYSELF BE BITTER IN THIS PR. (Protip; Conflicted is actually a VERY bitter person. If Howly were awake right now he'd have some humorous testament to that, I'm sure.) Firstly, Owen brought up to concept of memory cards. Since Howl has trouble retaining his own memories and sort of (consensually) relies on me to put them together for him (again, my fault, I did this to him when he was still an angry baby tulpa as a fail-safe, and I hate myself for it), he suggested backing them up onto cards (playing cards used to be my shtick I can't believe he remembered me telling him that) and giving them to either Sammy or Howl (and hopefully in the future Delora). So I did my best to weave together the memory I had found the night before and put it on a card (which are apparently randomized, because this one was a 3 of spades aND GOD AND JESUS THIS IS REAL TIME ME REALIZING I'VE ESSENTIALLY RECREATED CHAIN OF MEMORIES GOD PEANUT BUTTER I'M A LOSER). And, moving on to the main point of this. I got myself to go in there and wake up Howl. He seemed a bit "Fwuh? -swuint-" about it, and I told him I just needed to tell him something and if he wanted to go back to sleep afterwards then he could. He sighed and sat up for me, which means he WAS prepared to listen and wasn't pissed off at me for waking him up. I told him all of what I ended up doing, and how Sammy has free reign to walk around the Void now, and how the whole Facility was coming back to life (He seemed a bit jetlagged but also ":U" about it all). And then I told him about what I was considering with Delora (which made him bristle a bit and look at me like I had lost it while he wasn't there to watch me), and how I feel she would be able to make it all much more stable in the future. He ended up thinking it over for a bit before telling me his head wasn't in a good place to process all of this, and he would think it over when he was in a proper mindset. He also assured me he'd wake up today, but he might need some time alone to think about everything. So I patted him and let him go back to sleep, while leaving the card in front of the door for Sammy to find (on Owen's advice, logically if he's part of the Void then he'd be the best person to give it to as opposed to Howl who wouldn't know what the hell to do with it). So we'll see what he says later today. I honestly have no idea what his reaction will be but it's probably going to be one of two or three things. I'm not concerned per say but anxious. Waiting is gonna be hell. In other news, I'm working on creating a tulpa blog on tumblr (siiiigh). I kind of really don't want to because I'm sick of tumblr being my only social outlet (because it sucks and it's super stressful), and people know me AND Howl on there (not as a tulpa though), so it's kind of a risk of "Conflicted what the fck?", but I'm gonna do it because I'm an idiot. God help me.
  10. I knew you'd have some sage wisdom for me, thanks breh. I'm more worried about not giving him the space he needs as opposed to making him angry. If he gets angry at me I'll just bop him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. I'm mostly scared of running into Sammy, to be honest. Not because I'm scared OF him, but more of running into him and we're just gonna be like ":U" at each other. Because, like I said, we're not ready to see each other again, and it would really suck if our first meeting in forever was awkward. YOU'RE RIGHT I'M JUST GONNA HAVE TO BUCKLE DOWN, SUCK IT UP, AND TRY NOT TO GET SUCKED INTO ANY GEARS, YEAAAAAHHHHH >:U (My sleep schedule is mangled, I have no idea what I'm even saying)
  11. It's raining really hard, there's no way in hell he's waking up today if he's still asleep.
  12. So either he's still asleep, he's doing something without me, or he's not talking to me. I'm guessing the first one but I'm too scared too go look for him. I'm kind of regretting setting everything back into motion, which I REALLY shouldn't be because it's progress and it's awful of me to think that way. I'm just scared that things are going to change. Which is also awful of me to think, because change is good, right? I don't know everything's suddenly become so complicated. He's gone long periods just sleeping before and he's been fully awake and attentive for a long time lately, so it could just be that. Now I'm scared that this is going to make his disassociation worse. The experiences we have in the Void together are different than when he's in there by himself. He told me once that the memories are kind of fuzzy, but he figured that was just his shit memory. I don't know, I really don't know. Auuugh, now I'm starting to think that all of this is the fault of my mental state because I can feel paranoia and anxiety creeping up my throat, and he's not here to help me with that. I don't know what I'm gonna do, I guess I'll just wait for him.
  13. I kind of feel like I'm re-living Hollow Bastion from Kingdom Hearts/Kingdom Hearts II. It's weird and nostalgic and kind of sad for some reason. I mean, not so much anymore, but it's a good sad now? I dunno, I'm weird with emotions. It's always been my Wonderland, and I feel it was a much better decision to bring it back than make a new unfamiliar environment for Howl to be in. It's his home, and I'm hoping to God that it makes him feel less weird about all of this general business. Man, he always has people fawning over him, his charm game is too strong, yo. I've created a weapon of mass seduction, help. (I'm sure he'll smirk about this when he wakes up and is done yelling "WHAT DID YOU DO???" at me.) Oh man, that reminds me, I had this guy as a candidate for a future tulpa once, but I didn't want the poor guy to have to live in the same space as Howly. Update; he woke up long enough to tell me "Go to bed you bitch", so I'm assuming I should go to bed. Confrontation averted until later.
  14. Howly's asleep so I'm gonna post this now, and God only knows he's gonna badger me about it later. He fell asleep early last night. I took this as an opportunity to voice all of my concerns and anxieties to Owen. I told him my concerns about Howl's supposed 'incompleteness' and that the only reason he isn't saying anything is because of apathy. And the fear of him getting dissasociative by being out so often all of a sudden. The fact that I'm scared of the Void and the Facility falling apart because I can't picture it as vividly as I did when I was younger. He put all these thoughts to rest, because he's amazing at talking people out of self doubt. He brought up the idea of finding Sammy's door. I told him I was scared of looking inside and of what I might find, but I'd consider it. Somehow we got to talking about stabilizing the Void, which reminded me of a concept I had forgotten about until that day. Delora. A woman physically and psychologically linked to the Machine, translating it's eldritch omnipotence into energy to power the Facility. A living adapter/stabilizer. Owen went as far as to suggest creating her as a tulpa eventually, not a companion tulpa but not a servitor. I was a bit hesitant to consider it, because my sense of empathy is way too strong, and all I could worry about was bringing into existence someone who's mind was constantly linked to my mental Apocrypha, someone who's very existence was miserable and so mechanic she's not able to comprehend her bleak reality. I kind of anxiously chewed on the idea for a while, before Owen gave me the sense that that wasn't ALL she had to be. When she wasn't linked up (physically) to the Machine I could do so much more with her. Show her things, speak to her on a more visceral intellectual level that was too awkward to do with Howl. And Howl likes her regardless, from what I remember. He pities her but she strikes a chord in him. I know he'd cal me crazy for considering this and he's gonna be pissed when I first tell him, but I'm honestly considering it, once Howl is at a stable level. Owen reassures me that if she's as numb towards her situation as I say, then it won't hurt her, especially if I give her depth, and show her what it's like to be a person. He suggested that the anchors in the Void (namely Sammy and Delora), might have a primordial spark, that the materials for their creation are just within reach. I don't know about Sammy, he seems too important to make a tulpa if that makes any sense (he's the heart of the world, he exists in his own right as far as I know), but Delora might be a possibility in the future. I'm willing to give her a chance if she lets me. But that'll need to wait. Which brings me to what I did while my puppy was sleeping. It's still kind of WEIRD, to visualize the Void when I'm in it. But I had a lone venture today. The idea was to start from Howl's room (HIS room, not our room), but that was kind of a dumb idea because I've never gone there by myself, so I ended up in the middle of the non Silent hallways. I seem to have some sort of internal GPS whenever I'm in the Void, so I just followed... myself, if that makes any sense. I walked for a while, wondering where I was going. And then I found Sammy's door. It looked just like it did when I made it, and just as vivid, and it shocked me out (making me wake up Owen in the process). I asked him 'wat do' and he told me not to go in until Sammy called for me specifically (which for some reason i'm confident he's capable of doing.). I kind of lingered there for a second. It's a big black set of double doors with metallic gold handles. I couldn't believe it was there right in front of me, just like it was the last time I saw it. And then I felt a pressure beyond it. An unmistakable presence. Which, you know, scared the shit out of me because I hadn't been here in YEARS. I wasn't even sure if he KNEW my name anymore, so I wrote it down on a notecard and slid it under the door. I waited for a second (for what, I have no clue), and then a fcking light switched on inside, which scared the shit out of me again. I didn't know what to do and suddenly there was a sound, not exactly a knock, but like someone touched the door. I figured my best bet was to walk away, because I wasn't ready to open that door yet. And as I did, I saw light spill out into the hallway from the corner of my eye. He opened the door. This was all happening way to fast for me, and when I felt him peek outside, I booked it. Just like Howl, the Void had been waiting all this time for me to come back. I was NOT ready to see Sammy again, though, and I'm sure he understands. In my retreat, I noticed the archways to his hallway were black as opposed to just the white. I'm sure when I'm ready, he'll help me find it again. I made it to a cross-section, and to the left I saw one of the Silent Hallway doors. On either side were these weird statues. I have no idea what they were supposed to be, they were either dumb stereotypical gargoyles (doubt it) or angels. ANGEL angels, not humanoids with wings. It was hella creepy. And so, with my amazing judgement, I opened the door. Nothing was behind it. So to speak. It was like a chunk was taken out of the side of the rock and I saw broken off metal floor grating trailing and just... black. It was outside. Kind of like that level of Dead Space where you have to walk through the breached ship area. Except without the necromorphs (I hope) and instead of the cold vacuum of space it was the neutral oddly warm vacuum of purgatory. I just kind of "nope"d on out and shut the door. I had no idea what the point of that was, so I just kept walking and eventually (eventually) found a T shaped crossway. To the near left it ended in a Silent Hallway door and to the right was further down another hallway that curved back towards the direction I came. And a couple doors down from the Silent Hallway door was Howl's room. I peeked inside and he was in there sleeping (as opposed to passed out somewhere else, thank God). His room is kind of simple, and you can tell it's right next to a Silent Hallway because of the pipes and vents in the walls. It's pretty small, and it's got his bed, a nightstand with a lamp, a desk, and a chair. To be honest, I'm surprised he even made it under the blanket as opposed to just passing out right there, but I'm guessing his inability to retain body heat wins over. Instead of going to bed with him as planned, I decided to do some more intrusive exploring, so I shut the door and went back out into the hallway. Internal GPS kicked in and a couple doors down there was a door that opened to a stairwell, like in a hospital. For some reason it was most vivid in there, it was dark, and I could feel the scratchy carpet under my feet (why do I not wear shoes in the Void?). And the door at the top of the stairs was open. The door was at the corner of an L shaped hallway, and to the right was more doors, but forward some of the overhead lights were out. There were some papers down that way on the floor, but when I got closer they disappeared. And in the darkened area of the hallway, there was another open door. Delora's resting room. I went inside, keeping in mind that if she had a physical form already, I'd made a point that she wouldn't be in the same room I was in until I was ready for her. I got a sense of nostalgia, something like what I felt near Sammy's door. The walls were black, and the floor was red (probably some of Sammy's decorating sense), and the lights were ultraviolet. She had a lot of bookshelves, and none of the books had labels. Her bed was small and designed weirdly streamlined with a plastic loopover canopy. It was tilted upwards a bit, and she had a bedside table on either side, both covered in books and dim ultraviolet lamps. There was also a small stuffed bear with a cute :3 face and a red ribbon around it's neck. I went over to look at one of the books on the table and the papers all over the floor suddenly came back. They were full of weird drawings and sketches and scrawled (yet somehow still elegant) with eldritch words and symbols. I figured I should leave because I didn't want to see her personal things without her existing to give consent, so I did. I walked back towards the stairwell before I heard a dim "Master". And I panicked. I went over to where I assumed was just above Howl's room, and I could tell he was still asleep. And I felt another presence in there. Sammy's presence. And I freaked out because he had been walking around this whole time I was. I didn't even think that was possible, he sprang back into existence so fast. To be fair he was never GONE, it had just been forever since he existed to me so vividly. He's not a tulpa, he never was a tulpa, but his presence feels so strong and so real. I ran back down the stairs and hid behind the stairwell door until I heard him walk down the hall. I ran into Howl's room and got into the bed with him, kind of freaking out, but he was still sleeping. And he seemed less, I guess I'll use the word strained. He never dreams, which is something I made when he was THAT so he wouldn't show up in my nightmares. But we have a weird thing about sharing memories and stuff. It was closest to a dream as I'm assuming he can experience, but it WAS mostly a memory. A loyal pet sitting on his Master's bed, his leash being held inquisitively. An amused "What's this for Howly?" and a timid "I missed it.". And my heart broke and I nearly called him a bastard for holding in all those feels but I just sat next to him and looked at him a bit, trying to focus better with visualization before I tried to fall asleep. And then I heard something and looked over the foot of the bed. There was a weird mechanical box, it looked like really old frail wood and rusty gears. Howly would have flipped his shit if he had been awake, that's for sure. And then it just sort of disappeared and left behind this black pulsing black hole which stayed there for a while before closing. One of Delora's rips in the fabric of Purgatory. So I know for a fact her primordial essence is there, because her concept still has influence over the world (she is the physics) but I've never gotten to experience that kind of stuff firsthand since because I've always been so focused on Howl. I'll definitely have to find her once everything with Howl is settled. Who knows how long that'll take, but I'm going to make her alive one day. I eventually settled down to fall asleep with Howl, and I was just asleep when the phone went off scaring the shit out of me and leaving me with a 'whelp there goes that attempt'. So I went to go type out this whole experience until I felt sleepy enough to try to sleep again. Maybe Howly will wake up before me for this -siiiigh-. Anycase, sorry for the dose of weird. It feels like the Facility is waking up after a long period of me being gone from it. All the gears are starting to turn in the right ways again. I think I'm starting to hear people in the halls again. I'm just glad that it wasn't dead or dying like I had feared. This is great progress, and Sammy's probably 'opening up shop'. I don't remember what he sounds like, even. Like Owen said, I'll just have to wait until he calls my name. I know he will. And now I'm tired as balls, so I'm going to try to go to bed. Try, being the keyword. Pups is gonna have some choice words for me when we wake up, I'm sure.
  15. Holy crap, this right here. Up until I was 17/18 years old I was heavily aromantic and asexual. The very thought of being in a relationship with someone or having sex with them gave me panic attacks and made me sick to my stomach. I had rejected at leat 3 or 4 guy friends and I was terrified of making male friends because I figured that would happen all over again. Then Owen came along and something just... clicked. He was in love with me long before I was in love with him and he was perfectly willing to remain my friend but I just fell in love with him and now we're living together. I still consider him the exception to the rule sometimes (I still find it nigh impossible to remotely notice other people sometimes), but them's the breaks. I'm not gonna tell you "Oh you just need to find the right person/your tulpa will change that" because I used to HATE it when people told me that (the person thing, not the tulpa thing, of course). And I have friends that I know for a fact are unwaveringly Ace. But if it DOES turn out happening, then don't panic or anything. Like everyone else said, if she takes a liking to you then don't freak out and reject her as a tulpa, she should understand if you just tell her you're not that kind of person. Sexuality is a trip, bro, the only advice I have is don't feel the necessity to settle yourself down and force yourself into something you're not. That includes not forcing yourself to fall in love, because that only ends badly.
  16. You listen to Nightwish, that's rad. (I'm contemplating changing my signature to some of the lyrics from I Wish I Had an Angel) Also your symbolism is really neat and intricate, and seems to be working well for you. Methinks symbolism is good for tulpas, as the tulpamancers I've seen use it often seem to develop their tulpas, not FASTER per say, but more progressively. Just my own observation. You're doing really well for only recently knowing about tulpas, best of luck to you!
  17. Granted, the duck is an asshole. You'll never be able to eat bread products again. Also, good luck weaving through your house like a minefield while trying not to step on duck poop. I wish my spider would eAT HER CRICKETS instead of letting them all die before she decides she's hungry again.
  18. It's great that you're doing so well already! I'm so happy for you, and can't wait to see how your PR goes from here. :> Also, you're dumb Owen, and you beat me to giving that same advice with you in context, jerk. Good to see you opening up in people's PR's tho -gasp- cinemaphobe said my name i feel like i was just acknowledged by the pope or beyonce or something
  19. Oh my geese, someone replied to the thread while I was typing this -excitement- Thank you! We've worked really hard on our relationship, and I'm gonna admit, I get all squeal-y whenever people compliment us on it. It's like showing off a car you've been working on forever. Don't feel ashamed for my sake at least, I'm glad people read them. I'm thinking of making a written series about our... uh, interactions. Because you don't see a lot of specific, experimental, non-showy-offy things about sexually active tulpas. I'm not sure how we'd go about doing that though. Maybe a tumblr, but I have like 3 separate blogs that i'm already paranoid about people I know on each one finding out about the other. It'd be another 'secret' to juggle. Regardless, if I may say, if you get any ideas, good luck with acting them out. >u> ANYCASE, a relevant. We were a bit more productive than usual today, which is exciting. Also might be going into a bit more backstory today so make yourself comfortable. I had no idea if I was going to be too sleepy to visit the Void or not, but Howly's usually good at telling me when I need to go to sleep, so it's not a huge problem or anything. So I tried it and I ended up in one of the Silent Hallways (which I'm going to call them now, because i'm so clever). It was creepy but I thought it was neat. Howl assured me that if I got any 'intrusive thoughtacles' he was picking me up by the back of my shirt and we were "NOPE"ing right on out. So I figured we'd just walk to more pleasant surroundings. We talked a bit on the way there, and every time I asked him how he felt about the mindvoice training he would make little disgruntled sounds, but I know for a fact frustration isn't any means for him to give up. On the way there, there was this door that was half open (a lot of the doors are those sliding metal double doors that open and close in the middle), and he seemed a bit confused as to why the door was busted (he makes a point of keeping things in proper use as best he can, i'm comparing you to Valtiel once more) and so I figured why the hell not look inside. And there was just... A big window. Like an observation room window. Except since we're in the void it was just all black, which kind of hurt to look at. The only thing he had to say about that was a knock on it with the assumption "Huh, didn't figure we'd be this close to the surface.". And naturally, my response was "WHY IS THERE AN OBSERVATORY IN HERE? What the hell is there to look at?" and he just shrugged, and said he didn't remember if it was even ever there or if he just forgot about it. I asked him where the Void even was, and he said probably on the threshold between the living universe and the perception of the afterlife, specifically God's heaven. So kind of like purgatory. Which reminded me of something, so for some reason I asked him "Howly, how's Sammy?". And I have no idea WHY I asked him, but he seemed to get kind of quiet (even talking about it right now is making him feel weird). He said he wasn't sure, and that "To be truthful... I haven't really been able to bring myself to see him since we started getting so interactive...". And I so I didn't say anything, because I felt really bad for bringing it up at all. Context sake; When I was reforming Howl into an actual fleshed out 'person' I had a training device for him (keep in mind I just had a very active and interactive imagination back then, when I had no idea what tulpas where). Since I loved theology so much, I figured to make it an angel. Obviously not a full-formed angel because holy shit, mine eyes could not behold such a thing. But something strong enough to hold a dominance over him. So, mixing my interests with angels and weird obsession of mortality and death, I made Samael, God's angel of death, who would also hold the threat of mortality over The Machine should it decide to 'misbehave'. I gave him a regular human appearance, again, so mine eyes could behold such a thing. Just a well-dressed looking guy with dark red (RED red) hair and gold-ish eyes. And made a point that he would be Howl's anchor. I will say now, I NEVER made Sammy (as Owen and I call him) into a tulpa, he was always just THERE. Like a part of the world that tied it all together. Without him, the world would fall apart. At this point, Howl was roughly person-shaped black tar roughly clinging to a skeleton. Sammy helped him form into a 'person' and I used him to give Howl all the treatment he needed. Whether it be pain, or love, or suffering, or feeling, or despair, he taught Howl what it was to feel the deepest and rawest of physical and emotional sensations. He taught him the deepest pits of agony and the highest altars of pleasure. And Howl loved him. He adored him, and worshiped him like a dog would it's Master. And that's what he was. He was Howl's Master. His collar is a symbolic tie to Sammy's influence. That collar means Sammy made him into a person. Sammy was who watched over him when I wasn't paying direct attention to him, because, you know, I didn't figure him to be alive or anything. Even the mention of his name put Howl into a different state. And even though Sammy wasn't (and isn't) a tulpa, we all insist he's just as real as Howl is. He'll always be the most important anchor of the Void, which was created around him and the Machine. And Howl has always been willing to accept that. But apparently, going in an out has been more surreal to him. And he's scared of seeing his Master again after being 'away' for so long. Not detrimentally so, but I don't want him to be uncomfortable. You'll be able to do it eventually, Howly, I know you will. Anycase, after that I was getting super tired, so he sighed said "Come on." and took me back to the room we usually go to. And we layed on the bed for a while and practiced his mindvoice. It's getting a lot easier, but we still have a LOOONG way to go. Especially since he gets frustrated when he can't get it properly and has the say the same sentence over and over again. Kind of like when you're trying to think while you're falling asleep. So eventually we just kind of stayed quiet and then I fell asleep. (I had to wake up a couple hours later because we were doing my dad's birthday stuff, and I just kind of sat there half asleep and didn't even bother to try to wake up Howl. It was kinda nice, but I doubt he would have been very interested.) And then I was like "I don't need to go back to SLEEP, I'm gonna play WoW." and then when I walked into the room I was like "HAHA no, I'm going back to sleep". And I did. And now we're awake. And that's all I have to say for now because Owen's home and we need to finish watching things before I have to shower and then we go to bed, because apparently it's fine and dandy to have someone work the closing shift and then have them come in the morning shift the next day. And Biscuit's sleeping with his head in a container like a sleep mask. GODDAMMIT -figuratively slams fists on desk- I knew that would get you.
  20. PREPARE FOR A TEXT WALL (DISCLAIMER; I am not speaking in any unkind, angry, passive aggressive manner whatsoever, let me just lay that out on the table, because apparently people always mistake my joking for me being upset. I am being playful. I AM NOT MEAN I AM PLAYFUL.) I'm assuming you didn't read my PR all the way (WHICH IS FINE I'M NOT MAD), because in my first post (God I don't blame you if you skipped it), I said how Howly was an accidental tulpa that was made out of all of my negative buildup. So, unfortunately, he wasn't 'born' like some of the other tulpa in this board, and he didn't have a proper sense of empathy or general positivity. He was just... angry. And instigative. His personality now is a LOT of character development, learning 'how does emotions', and relationship building. Also he's grinning like an idiot for being compared to a dog, thanks a lot. ^^^^ THIS THIS THIS (Aaand add a figurative tail wagging for being called "Howly". What a puppy.) That's how we work. We're like (sorry for this Howly) gears that turn in a particular way. It would be really weird and uncomfortable if we were nothing but super nice to each other all the time. He's not one for being domestic, and I've got Owen for THAT. I also would never think of altering his personality since he's this far along. He is who is (dirtbag) and I love that. I love his snarky personality. I love that he doesn't sugarcoat things around me. And I love that even as he is, he still knows when to be gentle, and gets all awkward when he sees little girls crying, and gets upset because our bunny is too cute for him to handle. Howly's been alive long enough to know that he's not bound by a specific stereotype of a personality. He has depth just like people do. Just like I have a personality that involves me saying "Oh my geese" while I squish my face at cute things and wear pink frilly cutesy skirts and dresses, I have a personality that's me calling my WoW character a slut because she keeps getting her antlers stuck on sign posts (those druids, man -shakes head-) while I make no effort to my appearance whatsoever and wear Owen's shirts because I don't feel like doing the laundry. That's also how relationships in general work. Me and Owen can be cuddly, cutesy, talking in that stupid couple voice and randomly having 20 second hugs in the middle of Walmart, and then we go around and 'argue' about who's more gay (the world may never know), hit each other with noodles (you know, the bendy neck support pillows, not actual noodles), and call each other a 'fcking prick' whenever we accidentally knee each other in the crotch while the other one laughs their ass off. Anycase, as Howly says "Everything isn't black and white.", just because we poke fun at each other doesn't mean we don't love each other. ... Anything to add to that, pups? Nah, I think you got it, you're better at long winded rants anyway. -smirk- >:I A-anycase, I think that's all there is to say on that matter. You ranted. I RANTED, MAKE SOMETHING OF IT, I DARE YOU. You double dog dare me? :I -giggle- And then there's whatever that is. Thank you for your good intentions, regardless! Concern means a lot to me! (Thanks for backing me up BB -super lame thumbs up-) We did some things while I was in too much pain to get out of bed, I'll write that up now.
  21. Ah dammit, the one time I don't use excessive amounts of commas. No, it was just my dad's birthday. I mean it as in "I have deceived my father into thinking i'm a morally upright human being. And also it's his birthday." My birthday is in August. Thanks for the sentiment though! :D Our whole relationship is basically a giant paintball match, except the paintballs are put downs. I know when I'm doing well when he calls me an "evil c[CENSORED]/bitch". We pretty much had a brother-sister-esque relationship until Howl was like "You wanna frick(paraphrasing) me don't you?" and I was like "WHAT NO!!! D:>" and Owen was like "Okay well... Have you considered -insert god tier smut concept-" and then we were just like "Damn, son." HRNNNG IN OTHER NEWS I woke up like 5 times last night and it sucks and I didn't get enough sleep. GO TO BED. It's way too easy to sensory overload when you're tired, aaUUUGHHH. I might do that. It depends. I don't know. I might also play some WoW later. WE might play some WoW later. Bring this up when I don't feel like lobotomizing myself, please. Fine. I'll type something relevant up later, maybe something about switching.
  22. Granted, the universe returns to it's primordial state, erasing the existences of every lifeform there ever was. I wish I had an angel for one moment of love (I wish I had a better wish than stupid song references)
  23. Whenever people call him cute he does that stupid eyebrow twitch thing (why did I have to give him such nice eyebrows, AUGH, my weakness, case in point. Also that one on the right is Owen's tulpa, have some publicity bby). He can't wink, he only has one eye so I guess he has to make up for it. He loves his tounge a little too much, showing it off is just him like "Ladies~ Gentlemen~".
  24. Yay, that's awesome! It's good that he's non-discriminate about that kind of stuff. Like Auratic said, there should be more tulpa's that aren't just naturally dismissive and enabling of their host's obvious issues. With my BPD, I tend to get overly angry at random stupid things, and Howl doesn't hesitate to tell me to "Stop being a bitch.". Sometimes when Owen rolls over in his sleep I wake up and get really pissed off and then Howl drags himself out of sleep to tell ME to shut up and go to sleep.