TB December 8, 2021 Share December 8, 2021 (edited) It really would be. Also I'm a bit late but I feel compelled to leave this here Edited December 8, 2021 by TB Creation for creation's sake. More of my drawings Resident Dojikko Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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TB December 8, 2021 Share December 8, 2021 (edited) Toei is really lame and doesn't let fans legally have fun or enjoy their series They keep doing this and it is obnoxious. They do it with everything. Talking about dragonball, reviewing dragonball, making dragonball fanart, making dragonball fan music. They just go crazy and want to shut it down randomly Think they do it to other series too but that's the one I'm more aware of. They use to do it with fan dubs too Also it is the first snow of the season today Edited December 8, 2021 by TB Creation for creation's sake. More of my drawings Resident Dojikko Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest December 8, 2021 Share December 8, 2021 Imagine having snow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TB December 8, 2021 Share December 8, 2021 aww Creation for creation's sake. More of my drawings Resident Dojikko Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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TurboSimmie December 8, 2021 Share December 8, 2021 We're supposed to get flurries here but no real snow. Tulpa Wife & Mother! 💚 💍 11.28.21 👶 4.7.23 👗 Simmie's AI Dress-Up! 📷 Phil and Simmie's Photographic Adventures! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Breloomancer December 8, 2021 Share December 8, 2021 (edited) Terrible Masks -Author unknown Once upon a time in a city on the river there lived Humble Lady Ermine and the young Queen Gogira. Queen Gogira Pennyworth, Dweller in the Sinking Lands, had come to the city from the swamplands to the west, and there she learned the ways of the Goddess: of Jailbreaking and of Barstools, of Grids and Keeping Your Mouth Shut. These things she shared with Humble Lady Ermine, who was in her own lazy way a conduit for strangeness, and a protectress of the slimy things. And so it was for many months that they lived together in the house of Lady Ermine, and Queen Gogira said unto her hostess “do you even notice the masks you wear?” “I wear no mask,” insisted Lady Ermine. “Now come on,” scolded Queen Gogira. “Don’t be an idiot. Listen to yourself when you speak with Doctor Hand, and listen again when you speak with the Baron. You are not the same person. Even when you’re here speaking with me, you are wearing a mask.” Lady Ermine reflected on this wisdom. “I suppose you could be right,” she admitted. “How terrible it is, that I am constantly hiding my True Self from others. Surely it would be better to be authentic in all my interactions with others, but I am so used to living this way. What should I do about it?” “Fucked if I know!” Queen Gogira snorted. It was a short conversation, but it weighed on Lady Ermine, and she resolved to get to the bottom of her masks and see what they were hiding. The first mask she found was the Mask of Submission, which she wore among those monkeys that believed they were more powerful than she. It was the mask that spoke in low tones, that apologized for non-offenses, that scraped and groveled and toed the lines. She had never submitted her will to anyone else’s, but she had worn the mask to get things done. She cataloged this mask, and put it away. The second mask she found was the Mask of Authority, which she wore among those monkeys that believed she was more learned than they. It was the mask that explained, that condescended and smirked. It was a smug bastard of a thing, even though she was not. She wore the mask to make others listen to her, and to make herself feel big. She cataloged this mask, and put it away. The third mask she found was the Mask of Amiability, which she wore among the monkeys that thought she was their friend. It was the mask that laughed and made small talk, that hosted gatherings and smiled broadly. She was often tired, and grumpy, and hungry, and bored, but the mask kept her in their good graces. She cataloged this mask, and put it away. And so it was that she spent many months, naming and scraping away the things that separated her from the world. And she became difficult to deal with - moody and unpredictable - and so others came to shun her home. But she realized that the Mask of Brooding was another affectation, an archetype she had absorbed from the narratives of others, and so she named and shelved that one as well. She found the Mask of Immaturity, the Mask of Worldliness, the Mask of Indifference and the Mask of the Victim. These things, too, she put away, until at last one night in her house she found the final mask, the Mask of Identity. "All this time, I have been trying to separate myself from the masks I show others,” she said to no one in particular, because though she had already abandoned the Mask of the Mad Genius some habits are really hard to break. “I knew all along that these masks also affect how I see myself, but now I see that even the idea of an identity is itself a mask. The narrative of who I am cakes on my face and hides me as well as any masquerade ball prop.” She took off the final mask, proud of her enlightenment. She looked in the mirror to learn what she was, and nothing looked back. They say Humble Lady Ermine lies dreaming, still. Edited December 8, 2021 by Breloomancer I have a tulpa named Miela who I love very much. How we got here | Share your experimental tulpamancy ideas | My unhinged ramblings "People put quotes in their signatures, right?" -Me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Luminesce December 8, 2021 Share December 8, 2021 Not so easy to search for, huh? https://www.principiadiscordia.com/downloads/HolyNonsense2017-Online.pdf That concept (the ending) does have something to do with what I said about being a "failed Buddhist". I reached a point where I decided that rather than eschew it, that I valued my humanity and humanity in general, and that being "free" from all worldly things was an inhuman goal. It's still a super cool path for people to walk, but it's not for me. I'm here to live life, not run from it Hi! I'm Lumi, host of Reisen, Tewi, Flandre and Lucilyn. Everyone deserves to love and be loved. It's human nature. My tulpas and I have a Q&A thread, which was the first (and largest) of its kind. Feel free to ask us about tulpamancy stuff there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Breloomancer December 8, 2021 Share December 8, 2021 (edited) what's interesting about it is that, though it tells the story of Ermine's journey to remove all masks, it doesn't cast judgement on it. it neither promotes nor discourages the disillusionment of masks. it's a very discordian thing Edited December 8, 2021 by Breloomancer I have a tulpa named Miela who I love very much. How we got here | Share your experimental tulpamancy ideas | My unhinged ramblings "People put quotes in their signatures, right?" -Me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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