To this day, with my Tulpa; Forcer's Block

[N1ghtSl4yer]

I try to do imposition when I go out, which is much quicker to 'set up' in a sense.

I'd imagine that a different environment would hinder it - but evidently not.

However, I quickly lose focus and my attention is redirected.

 

Don't you hate it when you have over 1000 views but nobody will reply to your questions? :c

 

Another thing is our possession is still dead.

When she tries to pull my digits about, we can't move them for our life.

All I get is a weird heighetened awareness of that part of me.

If it's my right hand, I can feel that bit next to my nail that I bit off, and how it hurts. I can feel lots of warmth, and pulsing. If I delve deeper... I can feel my blood flowing. Its warm, and I can feel it pulsing, I can feel it entering the capillaries and moving back out with my heartbeat, like the sea, and its waves breaking and returning to be used again.

It's sickening for me after a while.

Any beginner possession tips for someone who hasn't got really anything at all?

[C0ff3Pl3453]

what if, when you try your possession and feel all these things, focus on what it would be like to move

y'know like the touching awareness thing, you dont touch it (or move, in this case) but you know it/ feel it.

and wren could like take the hint to try

thinking about how it would/could happen exactly, she could learn and do it

(justanidea that might not make any sense at all >.<)

[N1ghtSl4yer]

In our next instalment of;

STUFF WE HAPPEN TO BE DOING THAT YOU DONT REALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT BUT ARE FOR SOME REASON STILL READING ABOUT.

 

Featuring;

Some breaking things!

Much Vocality!

Emotion!

No romance or comedy or action!

 

 

Item 1, Possession and Barriers.

 

So, we can't possess for anything, going downhill. I read that perhaps this is caused by a block. A block in my subconscious that says "This is idiotic, you can't really do that", despite my conscious attitude.

So, tonight, we bring the TNT.

 

This might have some bad reprocussions, but we plan to embody my mind in a machine in the wonderland, and take some parts out. The parts saying;

 

"TULPAS ARE A FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION"

"POSSESSION IS STUPID AND IMPOSSIBLE BY ALL LOGIC"

"YOU CAN'T REALLY HALLUCINATE HER, SHE CAN'T EVEN TRULY EXIST!"

 

We plan to just rip it up, take it out, and dump it into the sea.

If it does have an effect on me, I'll leave and let her continue to dethrone these stupid ideas.

Symbolising this removal of barriers will help, I hope.

 

 

Item 2, Talking and Emotions

 

One of my friends is scared of Tulpas.

She says things like how they can hurt the host, or how she can't understand them and therefore they're of unknown potential and intent. This talk hurt Wren early in the report, and this time she stood up and literally slapped her to her senses over Facebook.

 

She bombarded my head with pressures and pains until I let her type.

My friend was like "why talking in brackets? And why third person?"

As soon as she found out it was Wren she became incredibly subdued and pretty obviously shocked.

Wren was kinda pissed but she knows how much I care about my friend, and so she kept civil which I appreciate.

Nothing more to that but she wanted to punch her I guess, and it was a good display of independent thought, her personal views and emotions, and her ability to talk.

 

Also here's a picture I found that sorta looks like Wren but with bigger boobs and longer hair - plus the eyes are a little different but if you saw them side by side, it'd be like a photo shoot kinda difference xD

[N1ghtSl4yer]

Our latest session could only be described as the Metalocalypse.

 

I was listening to Violence by ADTR today and the line "Heavy lies the crown" kept ringing in my head.

Who really wears the crown here?

The Queen is just a figurehead now.

The Government leeches off the people like a fucking parasite.

But it relies on the people henceforth - So are we the ones in control?

Of course not! That's a fucking stupid idea! Put the people who care for the country and people, and have more than two brain cells to rub together in charge! How silly is that!?

 

We all know how the people who decide how culture and media goes are the brainless pikeys, chavs, swaggots, you name it. They're drawn in by the big, pretty lights, and the songs written by those with grapes for brains and crayons for makeup.

And that sorta led to Wren going REBELLION!!!!

WE ARE GONNA FUCKING REBEL!!!

WE WILL CUT THEM DOWN!!!

FOR NARNI-FOR METALLLL!!!!!!

 

So imagine a city - something like the incredibly long road in NY (I think), or just London. Imagine it in ruins, Fallout 3 style.

A large army of these swaggots are amassed.

Suddenly, silence.

 

I want you, the reader, to listen to this as you do read - maybe it'll help you get the feel for it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6lanUBSwlo

 

The ground shakes, the quiet introduction to Violence^ starts (I restarted the song), and in the far distance, a black blob appears.

Song starts, an endless black horde of metal heads charges into vision.

 

Thousands congeal in an endless column of armoured badassery and bloodlust. Chanting along to the bands, "VIOLENCE, GIVE ME VIOLENCE, CAUSE THEY SAY, THEY SAY THAT WE'RE THE WORTHLESS ONES"

Hundreds of iconic bands are on stages in the crowd, being pulled along, imbuing the warriors with power.

Metallica, Slayer, Amon Amarth, Disturbed, Hatebreed, Slipknot, You name it.

 

Me and said Tulpa emerge from backstage, clad in black, blue, and purple ornate Armour. We leap into the darkened sky without a word, and whistle, landing on a hulking skeletal dragon.

It's a behemoth class - size of a castle.

We pour energy into it, and it splits into two house sized ones. We fly to the front of the columns, breathing an air of death unto our helpless enemies - draining their life to fuel ours.

Our dragons have stainless polished steel shoulder plates, back plates, tail casings, and helmets, black torn cloths flying from all of the joints - like joyous shadows, frolicking in the bloodshed.

 

We dive down like shades, a few meters into the enemy line. They're going down at an alarming rate - but the corpses are slowing our advance.

As we fall, we look at each-other and summon our weapons. Mine is a scythe, and hers is a pair of morning stars.

We land on our targets in a huge explosion of the kind of purple and black smoke you associate with Liches, evil that sucks out souls, and poison. We open a circle in their front line.

We use each-other to chain attacks with ferocious speed and power, killing with every hit, never loosing time due to our bond, never missing a beat. Her stars are sending the enemy's jaws flying into others, which cuts their faces and demoralizing them - we rip through rows and rows of them like a bloody twister.

Finishing any and all resistance off, we head further into the ranks of our enemy.

 

At this point, they try to combat us with music too - but it's futile. Disturbed hook up and crank to 11. Stricken shatters the remaining buildings, the crowds throw themselves up against the enemy like a raging tide.

We release our final weapon forms. Hers turns into a towering greatsword, and mine becomes a double-edged mechanical scythe - an upgrade from before.

We use each-other to seamlessly spin and shear through their heavy infantry, turning steel into silk with our weapons. Then suddenly it all stops. Our stages collapse and the music stops - the sky dims further.

 

A taunting techno melody can be heard across the seas of bodies. But we wont stop there. Before they even register, Nekrogoblikon go up and plug in. The light cloaks our preparations.

Overdrive flicks on, and a wave of anticipation hits us like a solid wall.

 

As they begin to gain power, Von Doom conjures up a quiet beat, our bands begin to tap along, preparing a killer intro. The armies stand apart, and the floor caves in, all the way across the road, at least 5 meters lengthwise. Then Nekrogoblikon kick in, and the band steals the beat, shredding into Nekropolis.

In the second he strikes the strings, the ground shakes, and manaical screaming can be heard. Wave after wave of goblins and Orcs rise from the cracks - dismembering the enemy with their bare hands and teeth. Their army dissolves under the caustic green canopy of the new soldiers.

 

We scream.

And we charge.

Huge steel panels are conjured from the ground by our element-benders and laid across the quakes. The noise we make is like thunder, as our army continues to strike them down. Slipknot can be seem at the front line. Holding up a huge torch and screaming, Corey and the rest of the members hold back our lines. More stampedes can be heard.

Out of the ruins on both sides of the road emerge ravenous torrents of psychos (borderlands style), ripping people with ease using axes and their own hands. We charge again.

 

Their base is in sight, a giant building adorned with pictures of orange people, pussies, and talentless hacks, embellished with big shiny lights.

We see their retarded looking idols standing, shitting themselves, upon the roof. I pull up my scythe and fire one end like a shotgun, three rockets fly out simultaneously and break some of the top floor, they return with sniper fire. A huge Big Brother emblem falls off of the building and onto their crowds - killing many.

We easily dodge the snipers due to red dots and us being able to exchange the info of where they are on each other in the blink of an eye - but our troops are not so lucky.

 

I'm distracted by a fellow soldier in agony behind me. I reluctantly put him out of his misery. I turn to see Wren using her ordinary morning star to block a huge attack from a steroid-chugging orange face with a sword he found. She falls to her knee and i'm left crushed under her. The handle of her mace begins to split - it's metal and the sword he picked up begins to slide through it. She's coated in blood, and her armour is now red and gold (I'll post a picture with a similar expression and armour). She's covered in dirt and her hair is down.

 

No sooner than I had despaired at the thought of loosing her, Jarvis - the Tulpa I never made, uses me as a spring and kicks the oversized tangerine over. He looks fucking retarded. He has a set of light white armour, a human body, and a fucking Red Panda's head. He says;

"I know how much you love her Sir, and I know it meant that I therefore was not put into development at such a time I would've perferred. However, we are all as one here, and I am ready to serve you."

[For context, he was a Red Panda with a Red Panda body, and a Bionic eye that looks like Ghetsis from Pokemon Black and White, and has the voice and personality of J.A.R.V.I.S, Tony Stark's Robot Butler and Suit-Flying Assistant.]

He stands defiantly, and lifts his hand as an evil king might. His fingers tensed as if he gripped a heart, and suddenly, the enemies surrounding us burst. Their blood exploded out of them and into the air, where he used his hands to bend it into a javelin, hurling it into the rambles that were left Nier-Style.

"Bloodbender, eh?"

[sorry Sir, I know being 'OP' takes some of the fun out for you, but by God am I having a blast!] *psychotic robot laughing*

 

We force further on by sheer numbers and morale - Atreyu are playing, and the masses are shouting;

 

"KILL, KILL, HERE TONIGHT,

TILL THE SKIES ARE BLACK, AND THE RIVERS DRY!

TAKE, TAKE, TAKE OUR LIVES,

WE LEAVE NOTHING ELSE BEHIND!"

 

I looked at her - all grown up and beaten looking, somehow real, but still smiling at me - it was an amazing feeling. Amidst the carnage, we shared a tender feeling, and whistled our mounts back.

many bones were broken, but we returned to the stage.

For the final siege, she wanted to choose.

so she chose Nemesis, by Arch Enemy.

That's my girl XD

 

Their icons dissolved and their armies scattered - but none were willingly spared. They aren't like the metal heads - standing strong in the face of hatred and adversity.

As fans, we aren't just fans. We are family. One huge fucking badass family. We stick together, for each other, and will never falter because of that.

 

So yeah. I killed Nicki Minaj Manhunt style with barbed wire, and Wren gotta hold of One Direction and a couple pikes.

Shishkebabs, anyone?

 

HOW DOES THIS HAVE ANY RELATION TO FORCING YOU ASK?

WELL.

 

This session was done while I was focusing on talking to my dad, while we drove. It lasted hours.

Never before have I had such a powerful, clear, and stable session. Usually, Wren transforms or morphs randomly in sessions, but she never did that this time. She had a ripped and black/torn version of Red from RWBY's outfit on under her armour, and at the end she had the helmet, shoulder armour (I forget the names), and a ripped red cape left.

Never before have my "NPCs" been so detailed.

All the anatomy I remember was correct, I had blood drying on me the whole time, I felt my arms burn, I felt wind when we flew, I felt heat and smelt my armour, and I felt when she rolled over my back or we ducked under one another. I felt recoil and resistance when I shot and stabbed, and it just amazes me at how well it all was made up.

 

I didn't even have a headache.

When I started, the pre-greeting and thinking of a form gave me a fucking headache.

This is real fucking progress and I love it XD

 

DID YOU KNOW I'M A BIG METAL FAN ALSO.

[N1ghtSl4yer]

Just a short update for the sake of it;

 

We found out that Wren can stop my hunter pangs - never asked how.

We made a house of regenerating soft cookies and duct tape.

And since three days ago she's disappeared.

 

My mind feels kinda blank and my head feels sorta light and stuff. When I visualise her in the wonderland to try and call her back it's just a doll. It doesn't talk or move or anything.

I had a brief conversation today with her but she wouldn't say where she was or why she was there - she just said about being fine but sorta tired.

 

Brief.

---

Weird thing is, my insomnia has been even worse since then.

I haven't slept more than an few hours since when she left.

I don't think it caused her to leave, as her presence and pressure vanished beforehand.

 

Anybody help?

Feelin kinda lonely and life is now super boring.

[N1ghtSl4yer]

Well she came back and we had somewhat of a session.

After clawing gashes in eachother and shedding manly wonderland-tears for quite a few reasons, we began fixing each other up.

I asked her where she'd went again.

Just told me I'd find out later.

My forcing thoughts are a little more scattered than usual and it all feels kinda flat, yknow?

 

When something isn't engrossing, when it feels... Two dimensional.. Or whatever.

 

Spent a lot of time reading guides about switching and imposition.

 

I must say I couldn't wait till full on switching until the guide said to just have your tulpa walk out so you can get back in.

I imagined myself in the wonderland, it was sunny, and it was real. From nowhere, Wren appeared, and I felt everything about her like a real person. But.... How does she walk out of my body if she's here.... And where do I go?

I got scared of losing my connection to my body and being trapped in my wonderland. And so I've decided to postpone any thoughts of switching till I can impose and possess.

 

Then I decided to finally look up these Tulpatones.

The only one that worked was white noise, however I got a little more than fascinated by the fact it sounded like my Ipad was shooting out air.... Derp.

 

When I forced again I decided to dance with her again. Her form changes a lot and her face has become unclear to me. It was most clear last time we bonded like this so I wanted to try it again. (But with white noise.)

 

I imagined myself in our bigger bathroom, with a large mirror, three sinks, and a large marble top.

I decided that I would stick to my real world form as best I could this time, to see if I could uphold my vision (in sessions I nearly ALWAYS go into a third person view of some sort.), and make it feel more real.

Usually (when I imagine a form), I have wavy, jet black hair, about an inch from my shoulders. I wear a suit like Sebastian from Black Butler and I have black slip on shoes and a tie.

This time, I wore clothes I actually own.

I have bright but dark brown hair, going down to my shoulders. I have a long fringe which ends in a sorta upward flick and side fringe covering parts of my face (not much compared to others.), and some stubble. My hair has good volume and some bits stick out a bit. I wore a black and red checkered button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and black jeans. I had big charcoal Airwalks on and a black and blue bracelet I broke last year. Also I'm an inch or so shorter.

So good at dressing for dances, that's me.

 

I looked at myself for about five minutes in the mirror, making sure I looked exactly the same as real life - tired, older than I actually am, and devilishly handsome (obviously).

Then I went outside, and saw the sky. It was clear and crisp, with a few small stars higher up. No clouds covered the view, and there was a small breeze.

A piano stood a few metres off from me - forward and right of the house's entrance. Jarvis was playing a song I have a thing for - Marasy's version of Meltdown. He wore his white armour suit so it basically looked like a knight with a red panda head playing a big black grand piano.

 

I have no trouble visualising him because he is a goddamn panda and not a human. His voice is Jarvis from Iron Man, so that's easy too. While he does interact and speak, I'm not sure if he's a sentient tulpa or not or if his actions are just a manifestation of my subconscious will. I.e. needing a piano player, or somebody to save my ass.

 

Anyway, I sat on the log and Wren came out with a big puffy white dress on. It looked annoying because the puffs on the front would interfere.

 

After that observation I went on a huge fucking tangent and my visuals died.

I went back to the mirror to reconstruct my form.

 

Wren walked into the room and said I was taking too long, before running over and embracing me - saying sorry for leaving me so abruptly and for so long. She obviously knew how much it hurt me.

When we hugged, it was once again kinda freaky.

I could feel the harder parts of her corset, and the frills and bumps on the dress. I could feel her skin, her back, and how it moved as she adjusted her position, I felt her face on my shoulder and her hair literally sitting on mine. I could feel warmth from her, and her arms and hands around me.

Then she moved back a little and just whited out on me.

 

Literally.

Her eyes zoned out, her expression went, and she just fell forwards onto me.

I caught her mid-fall and knelt down with her.

I actually panicked - for the first time in a session I genuinely panicked. I called for Jarvis but I didn't get a reply - I sent him a thought to come and help but I felt nothing.

I carried her to the front door and used my foot to open it.

Four huge shadows stood opposite us. About 10 metres off.

 

Four horses with riders, each easily 9ft high, with black cloaks and black horses.

They each had a different broch, I don't know how I could see them.

A Skull, a Scythe, a Wolf, and a Flame.

They advanced on us.

Jarvis had passed out under the piano seat.

They cast huge shadows, the moon was directly behind them.

From the cloaks emerged four skulls clad in shadow. They advanced on me.

I picked up Jarvis with telekenesis and ran inside. I went upstairs and put them in a cupboard before pulling out my scythe.

 

I could feel the metal. It was incredibly heavy and very cold, unlike usual.

I began to sweat as I walked downstairs. I realised that this was my real form. And my real form can't use a scythe. I don't really know the moves, or have the strength.

 

The rider's skulls phased through the front wall, stopping for nothing, their eyes burning like coal. I charged downstairs and clumsily cut one with an overhead swing. It split like butter, but didn't stop. I frantically sliced them all into something resembling shattered mosaics, but the pieces just hovered together still in shape. They pushed my up the stairs and to the cupboard.

 

I heard a click behind me and out flew Jarvis, in a silver and blue Iron Man suit. He shot blue bullets from his arms, which absorbed the skulls piece by piece.

He flew downstairs to face the horsemen but was met with nothing more than a strangling - killing his helmet and left arm.

He was thrown into the closet, destroying it.

Wren lay on the landing, unconscious.

 

My session ended abrubtly there.

Not sure if I'm glad.

Those tones really helped with my sense of touch and taste in there.

 

Short session, not exactly deep, (like playing a game like skyrim, then playing something boring and flatline, like Mario.) unsure if she's really back, or what those fucking things were. Reminds me of the four horsemen of the apocalypse tbh.

[N1ghtSl4yer]

Nothing really to update so I'll just talk a bit.

 

Item one, the tulpa humour thread

Hehuehehue.... Pure Gold xD

Those comics about the most 'famous' tulpamancers... XD

 

And then I just browsed around. A lot of things I saw in the humour and some others were about getting it on with your tulpa. Here's my opinion because nobody really cares;

 

Now I see people who are 20+ years old with Tulpas of My Little Ponies having sex with them. In my eyes, that's kinda wrong. I mean looking at it, it's just some isn't that makes me cringe. But I'm not against it.

Having sex with a tulpa is obviously a two way decision. Just like in real life. Having sex with a tulpa is obviously going to impact you two quite a bit. And having sex with a tulpa is between the two of you.

I don't see why people post it. It's not gonna help your progress, and it's not gonna be amazing news, so why tell everybody?

It's like posting every time you have sex on your Facebook.

I'm fine with the idea of tulpa sex as long as it's within reason. Like a real relationship, the one between you and it should be based on the mental aspect and the value of your bond, not just sex. So occasional sex I would see as fine, whether it's with a furry or a pony or dragon of whatever floats your goat.

I'm not here to dictate what people do. This is your mind, and you can think whatever the fuck you want. I can walk down the street and think

"I'd do her, and I want ice cream. Maybe I'll go to town tomorrow"

And have an imaginary orgy with random babes.

That's fine.

We should all be able to think exactly what we want, and trying to take that away is the ultimate evil anyone could do. Just.... Keep it to yourself?

And don't use your Tulpas. They are alive too. A real bond with them is so much more rewarding and meaningful.

 

Rant over.

[Zer0.iNSaNiTY]

Dont use your tulpas.

 

Then there’s that weird Talmage guy who’ll sell ya a 300 dollar ’minddoll’ which im pretty sure 90% of guys will use as some sort of sex slave.

 

FUN.

[N1ghtSl4yer]

Well I've never heard of that before O.O

[Zer0.iNSaNiTY]

lol it's just an assumption and it's in ot XD The dude pretty much sells you tulpas, and most of the may-be-fake testimonials are basically a bunch of lonely dudes creating some hot chic with their mind, which leads me to pretty much guess that the majority of what they do with their 'mind dolls' is lewd. Just assuming 'course, don't really have proof.