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"Something aboot a Scots' accent? Ye'r jammy Ah hud tae soften it whin Ah wis workin' in Vegas."

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"Oh, great. Bhagwandas and Akash are coming back? At least they'll be harassing someone else and die horrible deaths a second time."

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//So I'm participating in a WoW event (recreating the Uuna sidequest on Argus) with my two Draenei sibling mains, Diwaata (the female) and Kapre (the male). My party is offscreen in this screenshot.

Now I am tempted to bring them both in the blog, but probably as tulpas. Or actual humans. Or I can keep them as draenei.

Baga was initially intended to be an adaptation of Kapre as... well, an actual kapre, but Kapre's character development has changed so dramatically from Baga's template, they may as well be completely different characters.

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//You know what, I'm going to make this blog my general OC multimuse blogs. I just call it my 'tulpa' blog and assign the Tulpas as my main muses because they canonically can move between verses (hence there is no such thing as an AU for them).

So I'll also be bringing in:

JB0001921, a clone once part of a team of other clones tasked to maintain/protect a deep space expedition until something happened with that team to launch him out of the fleet. He tries to figure out what happened to the fleet, why he was marooned, and get back to stop what was occurring there to begin with. Ideal muse for futuristic sci-fi settings.

Baga, a 12-foot tall Kapre from an isolated island not far from Bataan and Cavite in Luzon, Philippines. He just wants to be someone's friend and learn how to be 'human'. Ideal for RP with traditional fairy tale monsters like dragons, giants, and so forth.

Stories and their respective NPCs/side muses will come later.

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"Oh for- am I going to have to step in and rewrite reality?! Do you all WANT for horrible things to happen in your realities?!

"Do you want your reality to collapse? Is THAT what you want?! I was already removed from one reality to mind two others, and now you're adding to my workload!"

"You can also not take up on it. The Cosmos may not notice."

"They will. There are eyes on this reality. Not many, but enough for people to notice."

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“I suppose I can take in a comfort that even with demonic powers and immortality, they pay due respect and fear for the wild.”

“I would think being bitten or trampled by a moose would make anyone have respect and fear for the wild.”

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“Rest in pieces, Crew of La Demonia Roja. Your antics will be remembered, whether we like it or not.”

“They’re immortal, Urameil.”

“I know they are. Let me have this.”

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“Aaaaand that is why humans fantasize about dangerous scenarios for sexual gratification. It’s the element of control, real life safety, and fiction. Fiction.”

“So I can’t just instantly grow my tongue six feet long or develop my own set of breasts because someone wants me to?”

“OF COURSE NOT!! Not outside the bedroom, at least! Have some class!”

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“Harpreet, why do humans fantasize about scenarios that could kill them for sexual gratification?”

“Oh, boy. Sit down, kid, we’re going to have a long talk.”

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Val gulps. He suddenly has a feeling his manifestation is a bigger mistake than he thought...

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Thoughts become things. Choose the good ones.

The Universe (via quotefeeling)

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“I have completely forgotten @der-karibisch-heyder​ is here. I thought I’d escape him by now. Bah. Does he have to remind me about my World of Warcraft incarnation?”

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He gives Val a bowl, a gallon of milk, a spoon, and a box of cereal. “Here, enjoy.”

“........”

“....You pour cereal into this bowl, then milk atop of the cereal, then eat it.”

“Oh!” He then haphazardly pours all the cereal into the bowl. He then and splashes about as he overfills the bowl of cereal with milk. “So when do I-”

“STOOOPPP!!!”

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@thegravecartel​, continued

"He is! I'd like you to meet Valentine Wu! Or just Val Wu!"

"What is this place?! I'm seeing humans being brought here but their essences do not belong to this reality anymore!" He’s referring to the mortuary, confused as to why human bodies are kept here but no longer alive.

"Keep it down, you fool! Just because my wife understands what and who tulpas are doesn't mean you can spread around what you know!"

"Oh, dear, right!"

"Anyway, yes, I am mentoring someone. He needs help in learning to be human. Thankfully I got enough practice through Sumit and being summoned again and again often when he was in the ring, but now-"

A gurgling sound.

"Ooohhh.... what is this feeling?? Why does this body's core hurt..."

"Goodness!! Have you ever eaten ever since you manifested?!"

"Have I ever what?!"

Harpreet sighs. As he bought boiled eggs earlier as a snack, he offers an unpeeled one to Valentine. "Here, eat this. You are fully manifested in flesh and blood now, you need to maintain that body or else you'll be returning to the Cosmos sooner than later."

"Yipes!" He looks at the egg he was handed and...

".....You put it in your mouth, chew on it, and swallow it."

"..................."

"Oh, just listen to your body's instincts! You manifested THAT, at least, didn’t you?!"

"R-Right!"

Harpreet turns back to Kyung. "Anyway, as I was saying. I can only mentor him so much as my experiences as a human are not exactly complete, given that I have the form of an adult from day one. And as such-"

*CRONCH!!*

Val chews up and swallows some eggshells in addition to the boiled egg. Of course he doesn’t like the taste and texture. "Yuck!!"

"...YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PEEL IT FIRST!!"

"WHAT?!"

"STOP EATING THE SHELL!!"

"I THOUGHT I'M SUPPOSED TO EAT THIS!!"

Harpreet sighs. He then holds up both palms to Valentine while looking at Kyung, just showing rather than telling what his dilemma is.

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He promised he'd wait at the park, but given the urgency to leave, Valentine decided to go near the home of the one who created him. Perhaps he can cheat a little by reappearing at the park when needed. But until then, he'll stick around. Maybe he can come up with an excuse that he followed them when the park proved to be too dangerous to stay at. Yeah, that sounds about right.

The days-old young tulpa, still with red roses in hand, idles a bit when he spots the woman staring out from the docks. He can detect her sorrow; and as one who was created with the purpose of love, friendship, and happiness, he is immediately drawn to her in hopes to cancel out all that negative energy.

"Hey, are you all right?" Valentine asks, making sure he keeps the rose bouquet down so it doesn't look like he's giving the wrong message. “You look so sad.”

She stands on the edge of the docks, staring out into the distance of the ocean. Watching the reflection of the sun shine brightly in the waves, appearing to be lost in thought.

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And indeed, something does stare back. Few realities have beings within them capable of reshaping them without some kind of link to the Cosmos. But there are those who do, at least in some form or other, depending on that reality. And it seems one of the keepers of reality has detected this one individual not strictly bound by the rules of that universe.

Unsure if she is capable of perceiving anything that is abstract or intangible beyond what is being directly manipulated by her, the cosmic watcher takes on the form of an older man with red-and-white hair and piercing green eyes.

"Well, hello there," the thoughtform Urameil mutters sarcastically. "And what business do you have in peering through the fabrics of reality, madam?"

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Typically, she'd do something like this in her own room.

But it was a nice day, and it'd be a shame to let it go to waste.

Amata settled on a rock, the shade tilting her head back to face the sun - its light catching the gem within her shadowy form and casting it throughout.

The darkness shifted, becoming more dense and forming a larger shape with a multitude of wings. She opened her eyes - far more of them than before - and set about her work, wings moving as if to manipulate delicate threads or lace.

Of course, when one peers into the fabric of reality... from time to time, something stares back.