#imaginaries

[recursive-rupture]

To be truly visionary we have to root our imagination in our concrete reality while simultaneously imagining possibilities beyond that reality.

Feminism is for Everybody, bell hooks

[itsokimnotrealeither]

trying to get something started for people with imaginary friends, paras without paracosms, inner and outer visualizations, etc

Didn't find what I was looking for in Immersive Daydreaming or Tulpamancy places.

And there's an odd concept floating around that making a non-sentient thoughtform = cruel or unethical? Which seems backwards, if someone doesn't want or isn't prepared for that, it's like getting someone a pet rabbit for Easter when they're better off with a stuffed animal.

And while looking I've found people who have expressed interest, so...

Imagimancy (?)

(eh-maj-eh-manse-see)

Trying to make a community/tag for people with non-autonomous (or fauxtonomous) imaginaries and thoughtform constructs, NPCs and such.

similar to/overlap with: daemonism, tulpamancy, soulbonding, self-shipping, immersive daydreaming, willomancy, (etc)

considered more or less plural-adjacent

focusing more on visualization/imagination tips/talk, ideas for useful constructs, etc. No pushing people into making thoughtforms autonomous if they don't want to!

(currently very alterhuman heavy / ties to alterhumanity in general but isn't required or officially an alterhuman thing)

not trying to reinvent and re-label things, there's just a gap between communities here

[odd-im-o]

Making this to boost this post

Do you still have imaginary friends?

Fictional characters you talk to?

Friends in your head that aren't quite sentient enough to be alters?

Then consider dabbling in imagimancy!!

Imagimancy is a term meant to describe people who create imaginaries (any imagination-based being such as imaginary friends, pets, or companions)

We're trying to build a community based on having imaginary friends and are hoping this term picks up! Consider posting about your own experiences and tagging it so we can all chat

[dragon-droplet]

[stupid-lil-poetries]

Made a silly lil keychain!!!

Thinking about putting drawings of Willow and Soror in the locket!

[stupid-lil-poetries]

This is how I imagine me and Willow, I think at this point it's pretty damn obvious that she's a coping mechanism.

I really need to be this person for myself, but for now I guess I'll just pretend

Based on a photoset on TikTok of a Crow and Owl 💜💛

[theanxiousbookdevourer]

A Collection of My Favorite Parenthetical Asides in Disco Elysium:

[thestuffedalligator]

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

[gerardpilled]

soooo much of the modern conception of gender is based around products and consumerism that people can’t even identify actual misogyny anymore. People reply to posts “It’s sexist to hate on something so many women enjoy” and that something would be a Stanley cup

[ozzgin]

You can't remember the first time you encountered your imaginary friend. Perhaps around the time your family had moved into the new house.

Inside the dusty cupboard you found a young boy, idly scratching the floorboards. His head quickly turned to face you, bones popping into place. He asked if you'd like to become his best friend; you certainly enjoyed the idea of someone's company during lonesome hours, so you nodded enthusiastically.

To your dismay, no one wanted to hear about your newly made acquaintance. Your mother frowned once you told her about the sharp rows of teeth, and the hollow eyes, and the long, blackened limbs he'd clumsily drag along. "That's my friend," you'd shout, stomping back to your room. She hoped you'd grow out of it.

In truth, you expected to grow out of it, too. At some point, you guessed, you'd no longer be a child, and your friend would vanish along with all the other imaginary beings concocted by lonely, immature minds. Yet the years went by, and he grew with you: taller, greedier, and clingier than ever.

You've become quite resentful of his stubborn possessiveness. He hates it when you make new friends, and you've never been allowed to date anyone. You still remember the day you came home with a love note hidden in your pocket; he tore it to shreds, then almost clawed at your face in his blinding anger. You're my friend, he shrieked, you're my everything.

Alas, you finally left the cursed blasphemy behind. You sigh in relief, dropping another box of belongings inside the sparsely decorated apartment.

"It's so quiet without your parents," a voice suddenly croaks.

You grimace at the sight of your deformed companion, currently blocking the door with his massive frame. A wide grin crosses his sunken face, and you can discern a string of drool hanging from one corner.

"Now that we're alone, we can have a lot of fun," he suggests cheekily, taking another step towards you. "Remember how you always wanted to have a boyfriend, so you could fool around?"

He places his hands on your shoulders, and you shudder at the sudden cold feeling.

"I won't go easy on you," he drawls, visibly excited.

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

You just know vampire discourse would be insane

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🧛‍♂️ dr.acula follow

Cannot stand these freshly turned vamplings pretending like it doesn't matter if you're drinking virgin blood or not. As if unpure blood doesn't literally weaken vampiric powers 🙄

🦇 baby-batz follow

Wait omg is this true??? Is this why I've been having so much trouble staying in bat form??

🧛‍♂️ dr.acula follow

If you can't control wolves with your mind or turn into ominous mist it's literally because nonvirgin blood is basically poison. Like yeah you can drink it if you're starving but why would you do that to yourself intentionally?

🦷 fang-fag follow

op doesn't know what they're talking about. The virgin blood thing was made up by a bunch of victorian prudes who only hated sex more than they hated women. the fact that op (who had already been a vampire for decades when the myth was started, if you believe their bio) should be Very telling.

🩸 blood-fan follow

People will try and tell you that there's something wrong with you if you vampiric powers don't come naturally to you, but it's literally fine. You have all the time in the world to figure yourself out. Literally. You'll get there I promise

🧛‍♂️ dr.acula follow

You're all degenerates undeserving of the gift of eternal life after death

🦷 fang-fag follow

Lmaoooo not op showing their whole ass! XD

💀 stake-my-heart follow

But what about the blood types thing? Couldn't this be like the blood types thing?

🦷 fang-fag follow

For the last time, feeling better after drinking blood of the same type (or compatable with the type) you had in life is a well documented scientific fact with actual evidence behind it. We know blood types are real and affect blood. Virginity is a made up social construct, which has absolutely no impact on blood at all. Red blood cells can't tell if you've fucked or not

🫁 childofthenight follow

op trying to find a tasty snack

[angelgigisworld]

[odd-im-o]

Every drawing I've done of my imaginary, Benny

[dragon-droplet]

Beau

Beau, I love you Beau

But please stop being so hard to draw Beau please

[stupid-lil-poetries]

Okay so I was just playing with Willow in the leaves, and I turn around and there's this guy and his dog, and we're in like the middle of the woods.

And he definitely saw me talking to myself, and he definitely saw me playing with a person who doesn't exist, and he definitely thinks I'm crazy now.

But I got startled by him, and he thought I was scared by his dog, and I think now he feels bad for scaring the local neighborhood crazy.

AAAAAAAAAA