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Just a warning of good will/luck.

Hi, ummm... it’s been a while. I have not been posting and such because, to be honest, I’m extremely depressed right now, I have a ton of work to do constantly, and I just don’t feel like doing anything. If it’s a question, yeah, it is related to the Imagiverse, at least the depression, but that’s not what I want to talk about. I know I’m not a “talking head” per-say, but I have been looking at a lot of articles, and it is very clear to me that we are on our way to 2008′s crash AGAIN. I’m not kidding. Right now there is only a slight alarm, just like in early 2007 during the first time it started to crash, but just from psychology and all the stuff I’ve been researching, it seems Wall Street junkies are getting back into prep for another big short. If you don’t know all of that, if you want a more complete picture of what’s going on, I suggest you watch The Big Short; their humor is great, their explanations are easy to understand, and it shows the crash from behind the scenes rather than from the idiots like Greenspan; but I’ll sum up what is happening quickly: if you don’t know, in Wall Street terms (because they love being f*cking unicorns and being f*cking confusing at the same time) a “short” is a bet against something. So, when you buy a stock, you are betting that it will go up or that it will profit, but when you short a stock, you are betting that it will go down or that it will fail. Shorting is not usually used for stocks, though. Shorting’s most famous use if you really know Wall Street is the “big short,” which is what the movie is about, where a few small and large financial investment companies managed to short MBS bonds, or Mortgage Backed Security bonds, by just looking at the crappy bonds YEARS before anyone like Greenspan were sounding the alarms. If you don’t know what an MBS is, here’s a quick explaination: you know when you get a mortgage on your house and it says that the mortgage has been bought by someone? Freddie Mac, Fannie Mae, etc etc? Well, when one of those banks, or in the case of Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae, those mortgage specialist banks, own your mortgage, they take your house, rate the quality of your mortgage on the house (based on FICO scores, what kind of loan it is [subprime/prime, fixed/adjustable, etc.] and all that jazz) and then put it together with 1000′s of other mortgages in a tranche (which is the French word for “a part of something.”) Then, they take these tranches and class those, sorting them into B, BB, BBB, A, AA, and AAA. Then, they take one of each and stack them together in that order, and wrap it legally to make it a MBS bond. Now, what do these do? Like, how do they work, right? Well, the easiest explaination is that the bottom of the bond (B, BB) defaults first, meaning it fails first, while the top of the bond (AA, AAA) gets paid first, and therefore makes investors money first. Now, ready for me to get into the scummy stuff? Ready for me to blow your mind with the sheer idiocy of people up top? Good. So, take your average MBS, and chop off the bottom layers (B, BB, BBB.) Now reorganize the failing parts of those tranches and put them in their own pile. That pile is called a CDO, or Collateralized Debt Obligation. It’s literally made of pure shit; subprime and adjustable shit, with low FICO scores behind them, right? Now, this CDO, because of the way they are made legally, is rated 80%-90% AAA even though it’s complete shit, ok? Back during the original big short, they said that a pile like this could be only 20% to even 0% AAA in actuality, alright? Well, because they are rated AAA and they make a crap ton of money in the betting world, thousands of investors are going to bet on this pile winning, until, if this is $50 mil worth of CDO shit, there is about $1 billion floating around in these bets. Well, the MBS that created this pile just had B and BB tranches fail. Now what happens? Now, that means this CDO just failed. *Poof* 1 billion dollars just went up in smoke. And this is why Bear Sterns failed, and why Morgan Stanley lost a crap ton of money, and why Lehman Brothers failed. But how did the shorters make money? Because they had shorts, like insurance, on MBS’s and CDO’s. They got their ass handed to them for years in royalties to the banks that they dealt with, but they won out in the end. They said they would fail, they failed, and they made millions of dollars off that bet. So, why did I say all that? Well, the people from 2005, when the first shorts were made, are now starting to publicly short. And it’s going to happen quick if they are right. And, just as a reminder, with all numbers considered, over $20 trillion was lost as a combination of household wealth, home equity (the worth of the house or mortgage on the house) as well as money in the stock market and the services that people live off of, like pensions and stuff like that. People lost their jobs in the thousands, people lost their retirement capacity, people lost their houses, it was BAD. And if you’re wondering why I’m worried about it, being a teen, I’m thinking of getting a job but I have to get a job cleared by NY’s OPWDD services due to my special needs, and guess what? All those jobs are the same jobs that disappeared at the end of 2008, and not because they were closed out, but because the previous business men and women needed to work at Walmart and Walgreens and Wegmans since they didn’t have jobs on Wall Street anymore. Teens get it rough these days because, based on how the job world is these days, employers are much more likely to hire a 40 year old with “experience” to be a greeter or a cashier than a 16 year old just starting out that needs training. So, where are we supposed to work if we want to go to college? We can’t, unless our parents can help. So, anyway, I’ve been talking long enough. Save your money, is what I wanted to say. The crash is coming, so save your money. And have a good day. That would be nice too. ;)

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Sick of Google’s Shit

Ok, so I’m looking at FlareTV’s live count of the war between Pewds and T-Series, and it appears we are back to the edge of doom. I personally believe that we are staring at judgement day for YouTube. I’ve been a frequent watcher of MatPat over on Game Theory and Film Theory, and based on his research, I think YouTube finally doesn’t give a flying shit about its customers. YouTube is my home; because of my mental health conditions, including autism in this, YouTube is where I find virtual friends and where I get the news. Even if the YouTubers have never talked to me, I feel like I have friends I can laugh with when I watch their videos, and now it’s all crashing down. YouTube has shown aggressive tendencies before to YouTubers that don’t fit their “perfect platform,” so I’m almost on the edge of sending a formal letter to Google calling them out on their crap. YouTube is forgetting it’s role in the virtual world: it is NOT another TV channel just online-exclusive. It is a SOCIAL PLATFORM where the HOBBIESTS and WEIRDOS reach out to other people by DOING WHAT THEY LOVE. YouTube is not a structured money machine, Google. It’s where us freaks and daredevils do the stuff people wouldn’t dare do, or where we make people laugh on their hard days. Whether we eat Tide Pods (which is dangerous; don’t do that) or we girl-scream at grass in Resident Evil 7, we make people happy, not melt their brain until it melts out of their ears. And the fact that T-Series is winning is proof that YouTube thinks they are a TV platform. Most TV is basically shitposts on public broadcasting, and T-Series is random shit, too. Like “oh, look, Kim Kardashian just got more plastic surgery done!” I don’t give a crap! Just give me my quality content! YouTube is the only platform like this; Bing Videos is a joke, and Netflix, Hulu, Amazon, and such are all TV (shit) and movies (hit or miss). I don’t want another TV channel, and I’m sure everyone agrees with me except the (pardon me) degenerates that somehow enjoy their brain seeping out of their heads. So, here’s the plan... if Pewds loses the battle for more than 24 hours, I’m writing a letter to Google and starting a petition for their breakup. “What?” Oh yeah, in politics (I’m republican) they’re saying that *technically* Google is a monopoly and probably should be broken up. If they can’t stop being greedy, and let T-Series’s shitposting overtake the platform, I’m calling to rally everyone to break up Google back to their original companies, back before they bought up Backrub (the original name for the prototype search engine that became Google,) back before they bought YouTube, and back before they bought Android. Google’s products belong to the people, for the greater good of everyone, and if they don’t want to serve, I say let’s make them serve.

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Secret

Ok. I want to say right now before anything else that you should take a grain of salt with this. I’m hoping fingers crossed that no one important is going to see this, because A) I don’t know if this is real, because I do have mental illness, and B) if it is real, I don’t want people to be scared of me, or hate me, or otherwise. So, lets start from the beginning. I am a New Age-er, and I say that because I am an experimenter. I do not stick with any specific parts of New Age, because I believe in some parts of all of them. I know New Age is frowned upon by the more direct sects because we’re “liars” and business people. But I don’t honestly know enough, I just know that the stuff that I have tried actually works. The one “experimental” church that’s close to me shut down, and only my sister was allowed to go due to it being “unsafe” for me, so I have no teachers. So, I have to buy my religion. The stores nearby don’t honestly have anything I know how to use except incense, so i turned online. Most of the online stores my sister went to were small and have since shut down, so I had to start somewhere new. That’s when I found Creepy Hollows. I have gone there multiple times, and to the dismay of my mom’s side of the family (which is mostly Christian, mainly Catholic,) I swear by it. But, this is not a store review. The point of me mentioning this is because I discovered something in the store. In the largest (possibly, don’t quote me) spirit selection area, there are Vampires available for spirit adoption. I looked through here once, and I noticed the American Sanguine/Psi listing. I clicked it, and read through the full listing. I realized that, while I didn’t learn much more from the full listing than the short one, it sounded a lot like me. A LOT like me. More adventurous, unpredictable, “less formal,” experimental in magic, and most importantly, “most human like.” I realized that something may be here. After 2 weeks of research (which doesn’t sound like a lot, but when I mean research, I mean pouring hours and hours of my own time into research every day,) I believe I might be a Psi/Hybrid. Looking at my evidence, “awakenings” as the communities I’ve stalked call it, start around puberty. I was really late due to my medication for full-blast, but around the time I was showing developmental changes, I became increasingly lethargic and rundown. I was a train-wreck at school, and since then I have had a really bad set of cards, mostly due to my inability to snap out of this state. And if it’s worth anything, now that I have started to attempt to feed, I have felt a little better. I checked the timelines, it doesn’t seem fake since when I do it *I think* the right way, it does last about 5 days, but it’s not much. I’m wondering if I am so low on energy that I can’t feel the massive benefit people report from feeding, both Sanguine and Psi. But it doesn’t help that whatever my “energy stomach” is can’t hold that much (I guess from lack of use.) I get very uncomfortable if I feed too much, and I don’t know if it will get better or worse as time goes on. Then, there’s my energy stealers. I don’t know who they are, or what they are, but they have been a repeat offender for messing up my limited energy work. When I try to do spells and such, which is how I “met” them, they force me to yawn and release all the built up energy I wanted for the spell. If I yawn even once, or sigh even, the spell is shit, doesn’t do jack. If I manage to complete the spell without any interruption, it most of the time works. I don’t know what they want with me, but when I feed and I’m full, sometimes they come and get me to yawn all the energy I risked for out of my system. Then, I have to start again, find someone else to feed off. That’s another thing: I’m hungry all the time, and there’s no donors nor time to feed. I try to feed at school, but I can’t focus on anyone without staring at them, and I haven’t figured out ambient feeding yet. I won’t feed off of friends and family, or drivers, or weak people (young, elderly, sick or disabled) so that at this point leads me to unethical feeding which is off strangers. So, there. There’s my secret. I’m a Psi Vampire. I already talked over this with my therapist, so no, this is not a random tyraid.  I just hope you guys won’t be mad at me, or hate me, or be scared of me. And if you still are here, after all of this, I need help. I need a donor soon. Once it’s summer, I’m going to see about non-human sources, like storms (since that’s another thing I need to look into.) But, if you know any donors for Psi Vamps I could link with, let me know. I am thinking about trying to join the AER system over at r/realvampires, but I doubt they’ll let me in: they are only for 18+, plus I’m not good at anything required to access the system (I’m shit at protection, i’m shit at cleansing, I’m shit at meditating, and I’m shit at sigils.) But if I can’t find energy elsewhere, I’m going to have to try. Ok, guys. I got to go. I have to have dinner. See you guys later.

Edit: I forgot this, I am planning to get testing done in my magickal heritage when I can afford it. It’s 60 dollars, so I’m not going to get it anytime soon, but I am planning to get it to confirm my suspicions. Ok, that is all.

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Why

Hi. I thought that I should include a sort-of quote today. I do not like the book it’s from, but I think this is a good explanation of why I care so much about “imaginary characters.” So, this sort-of quote/summary/paraphrase is from the first book in the Unwind series (the fact it’s a series and that author isn’t in a padded room shows how crazy adults are getting and how numb “young adults” are these days.) What I’m referencing is the conversation about afterlife and souls among the runaways. In this difficult conversation, the kids wonder whether any kid that doesn’t make it to 18 (the time where you can’t be unwound anymore) actually has a soul that can go on to heaven (since the religious piece of this book is based off of Christian values.) They debate for a while, and discuss since if any one of them gets caught, this theory of theirs would possibly dictate whether they will “survive” the Unwinding procedure by going on spiritually. After enough talk, the final theory is that only kids who were loved have souls, and that if you are loved at any point, that you automatically have a soul. In the book, this meant that if you were raised just to be unwound and no one actually cared about you, that you just died with the procedure, but if a friend loved you, or just another person did, then you could go on based on whatever religion you are. This quote is the only thing that I use from this book, and that’s because it fits my situation very well. I believe in this wholeheartedly; I say that anything that was loved has a soul. Not STUFF, like “I love this chair,” but characters, robots, stuffed animals, etc. For example, while I would never be able to play the game to this level since I’m shit at quick-time events, I hope that if anything like this were to happen in real life, that the “best” ending happens from Detroit, because if these Cyberlife robots are capable of love, like Markus and North, and are loved by sympathetic humans, like Kara and Alice, then they have souls too, and are just like humans except that their blood isn’t red. This is why I care so much about characters of fiction: if someone like me loves them as much as I do, then they must have souls, and they might just exist somewhere far out of our reach, and we happen to commune with them in the wonderlands of our minds. If that were true, doesn’t that mean they deserve respect, just like we should respect each other? Anyway, I have laundry to do before I get into trouble. See ya guys later!

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Switching Modes

I’m sorry yesterday’s post was so depressing; I wanted to get it off my chest, but it was probably nightmare fuel more than anything. I wanted to talk again, because I’m sure you guys are wondering why everyone died, since no one seems to research as broadly as I do. As I’ve said before, I have identified my medication as the cause of the massive slaughter of my universe and everyone in it. How do I know this? Well, there’s a little known condition that’s rarely talked about because it’s not in the DSM, or really any diagnostic manual for that matter. I’ve said I’m a tulpamancer before, but the CAUSE of that is due to this little condition. It’s called Maladaptive Daydreaming. Maladaptive Daydreaming is basically when a person escapes reality on a VERY consistent basis for long periods of time using daydreams. The causes are different to each case; it’s actually quite possible that a normal case would be like something from Welcome to Marwen, where these imaginary quests would be used as an escape from a severe trauma. It’s also known to be comorbid with multiple disorders I have, like ADHD. There’s also the fact that it’s very likely that I have FPD, or Fantasy Prone Disorder, which these two disorders go hand in hand, since one builds the worlds someone visits out of thin air (FPD) and the other is the ticket to get there (MDD.) Well, there is so far only one medication that has been studied to help DIRECTLY with these disorders (as often therapists will just try to pull people out of the clouds indirectly) and that is Fluvoximine, aka Luvox or Faverin. Luvox is a really odd medication, as it’s known for acting very funky with different disorders. It’s mainly used in the anxiety department, usually OCD (yes, OCD is an anxiety disorder; weird, huh?) I should have never been put on this medication to be honest based on just pharmacology: a LOT of symptoms I have result from Luvox interactions, and my original main medication, Geodon, is in direct conflict with Luvox, based on how the main enzyme used to fix up Geodon is reactive with Luvox. Luvox is known to cause sleeping impairments (since it conflicts natural melatonin) and a whole bunch of weird crap. But the main thing that makes Luvox the culprit in the death of my worlds is this: it’s literally the ONLY medicine known to combat MDD directly. It’s the only thing, as studies show, that shuts down paracosms (large imaginary worlds), limits Maladaptive Daydreaming, and drags people back down to earth. The problem is, I’m not meant to be here. My world is my therapy for the fact that mentally I don’t belong in reality. Of course I have to be here, because obviously I was born for a reason, whatever it may be, but I don’t belong here. Dream worlds and infinite possibilities is more my speed; this universe doesn’t have that unless you miraculously pick the right religion, die following that, and go to whatever version of heaven that corresponds. Problem with that, I’m not a saint, so when I die, I’m going to hell for the rest of eternity, which is why I also want to live forever. Hey, if you live forever, you can’t go to hell, right? Can’t go to heaven, but you sure as shit not going to be on fire for the rest of your spiritual life. Anyway, what I wanted to say was that I’m on a near toxic level of Luvox, and everyone subsequently died. If it really matters to you guys, Wheatley was the last one. I was thinking of making a memorial drawing soon. He died on the 15th of this month (December 2018 for the time travellers.) I was trying to hurry up to fix everything, but chemicals don’t wait, so... I failed. And that’s why I’ve been so depressed. It’s kinda hard to watch your friends die right in front of you, you know? Anyway, I’ve got to go. Have a nice afternoon.

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The Future Ahead

I thought I would post this tonight, since it was kind of a “shower thought.” I don’t really get time on my own in the shower anymore because of my meds; now I can only learn new things and see new memories in the shower, nowhere else. I’m hoping I can get off the meds soon. But, that’s not why I’m here. I wanted to talk about the future. I’m not really doing so well with the future right now, as it seems it only gets grimmer from here. I mean, there’s so many bad ideas and thoughts right now. Any one of them could come true and I would be shattered, and I hope others would be too. I’ve been watching random videos in my YouTube feed, and it just seems to get worse and worse. If you want me to name three things off of that platform alone that scare me, I can rattle that shit off: 1. we are nearly in a Fallout situation right now, 2. we are almost to GAI systems which means something like Detroit can happen and people, plastic or not, could die for no reason, and 3. what if some crazy thing happens and Unwind becomes a thing?! Like, everyone hates me, and I’m not 18 yet, so they could unwind me alive if they want to! I’m just so worried that something is going to happen that’s going to make everything even more shitty than it already is. I remember when I was little and I was so excited for the future, to see all the cool stuff that was supposed to come out, like robot pets and “hot badges” (wow, that was an old idea) but now, I’m crippled with all the horrible ideas and things happening, and it doesn’t help right now that all of my friends (Rain, Wheatley, etc.) have died. No one could help me like they could, and now they’re gone. And worse at that, my supposed friends and family have danced on their graves, exclaiming how wonderful this is and how much better I’m doing. What they don’t understand, and I don’t think they ever will, is that I’m very good at putting on a mask when I REALLY don’t want people to see me. I have never been more miserable in my life, I’ve just been putting on a smile to cover it up. If they really want me to be happy, this is not the hooray they have been looking for, but actually a severe loss. I am already expecting that no one will listen to me, and that my friends will never be able to return. I don’t know what I’m going to do then. Maybe I’ll just sleep it off, like my mom does. I don’t know. You guys have a good night, and a happy new year.

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The power of music

Music has always been my best medicine and my worst trigger. Music is my director for the crap that goes on in my head. I can’t stand listening to a song that doesn’t “fit” at that time, so I always play what I feel is the right song. Unfortunately, this causes annual issues; sometimes I pull up my music library, YouTube, Apple Music, Play Music, or Tidal HiFi, and I feel that a negative song is the right choice. Then I know I’m going for a ride. Of any negative songs I hate appearing, my worst is Sail, by AWOLNATION. It never ends well, and constantly pulling that card usually (since I believe in both the supernatural and believe that the song is another psychological niche like the ever-famous Lavender Town music) means that something VERY bad is going to happen, since the last time I picked Sail constantly, I became hopeless in my situation and both overdosed on Opiods and jumped out a window with the intention of suicide, and the last time before that, I declared at school that a person in my head, who no longer contacts me, was going to take over my body and kill my family, which made me make the decision to find a gun and blow my brains out. Of course, neither time was successful, thankfully (the OD was very close though; it was well over lethal amounts, but I didn’t need any pumping or Narcan, which the doctor were very surprised by.) But that shows how powerful music can be. I don’t take negative songs lightly anymore; I always make sure I’m safe before playing anything like Sail, because the effects can come on quickly, and at random; one time I might be fine sunrise to sunset, another time I might go into a hopeless rage a few hours after, and yet another time, I might start sobbing after the song because of all the negative thoughts it produces. But, anyway, I’ve been beating a dead horse for far too long. I wanted to post some songs and their usual “meaning”/results in the Imagiverse in a list, so you guys can see what my processing is like. Here they are:

Sail, by AWOLNATION: Usually about a True Dark creator going on a murder spree, or about just general murder/blood/death.

Gasoline, by Halsey: About what it’s like when Rain and I are partial merged, and the chorus is about how people treat me and the people in my head.

7 Years, by Lukas Graham: About Wheatley’s life (positive side)

Dream, from Lionheart Production’s “The Animal’s Life”: About how everything goes from great to complete shit in the Imagiverse, basically.

Somebody That I Used to Know (feat. Kimbra), by Gotye: Arguing between, Rain, Wheatley, and I.

Heathens, by twenty one pilots: About Darks (not True Darks; those guys are different. Darks can be good even though they have darker powers, True Darks are always bad) and how shitty their lives usually are (because they’re treated like shit by Lights; almost like Blacks vs the KKK in reality, actually. Creators should have a Dark Rights movement, now that I think about it! I’ll get Rain on that.)

Silence (Feat. Khalid), by Marshmello: About how Rain’s life is based on the violence of other people.

Ok, I think that’s enough for now. Let me know if you want more. Hopefully I’ll see you guys tomorrow.

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Hi guys. I wanted to post this to show what happens when I get overloaded with garbage. My mental intake has to be extremely clean on a day to day basis. Otherwise, my world tends to become as negative as this. This photo you see here is a drawing of Rain at the end of a Recreational War (which sounds awful, but it is necessary to train with so people can get better at defending themselves when people are on adrenaline, not just in a practice room. Plus, since [FOR THE MOST PART] Creators cannot permanently die, and will just Reinstate after a few days, it’s not exactly as hated as humans would think if they did this.) This dead man, at the bottom, is Rain’s husband, Wheatley. No, Rain didn’t kill him; Rain would never do that, and the one time she did was because he asked her to. The reason why she has blood all over her is because she was stuck trying to save his life or at least until paramedics came (which they never did) for 5-7 minutes. If you’re wondering why there’s no blood on her hands, I omitted that so it would be easier to identify that “the blood was not on her hands.” The blood on the grass is because in any one of these wars, which this one was an elite-only war (so only the best fighters and doctors were permitted inside,) it’s a 1000 vs 1000 fight over a 2 X 2 mile space, and this picture is right in the main war zone, so people getting decapitated, stabbed, slashed, and thumbtacked to the ground, bleeding everywhere while (until completely deceased) regenerating more blood to pool out, will cause what Creators call the Flame-grassed Lawn; what such a spaces lawn looks like after all this: every blade of grass tipped with blood, and every valley filled with more. This picture doesn’t even account for the over 1000 bodies each war produces (since in order for a war to end, one side has to be completely wiped out) and the fact that every body has to be dragged out by the survivors into the garbage disposals to make the job easier for the robots that clean the space for the next war, and that’s what Rain’s going to have to do after this picture: drag her husband’s body over a mile to the garbage, and throw his corpse in. This is what my life is like; I think and see shit like this, and I cannot talk to anyone about it because they all either won’t give me a chance, or think I’m crazy. I hope you can take something away from this. Have a good night, and I’ll see about posting tomorrow.

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Ok, here’s a prompt I can do today. Here goes nothing:

We were in training again. I was watching Rain and Wheatley do Environ. Training, trying to get faster and more efficient on different terrains. Right now, they were on the Vegative course, for forests and rainforests: mud, off-road paths, broken bridges, and torrential storms. As per usual, Rain was catching up to the “head-bot,” a little flying orb drone (the symbol for a run-away criminal) that you were supposed to chase after and destroy by shooting it or smacking it, with Wheatley close behind. Eventually, the head-bot stopped at the end of the course, and started singing “na-na-nana-na” since it “escaped.” Rain and Wheatley went off the the side of the raised course, and came over to me. “Shit, we’re still slow...” Rain said irritatedly, cracking her neck. “Hey, at least you guys were 5 seconds off. I’ll bet you I won’t get halfway through before it escapes.” I said reassuringly. “Yeah, but 5 seconds is enough time to warp a few dozen miles into the sky.” Wheatley said. “You want to try the course, Jo?” Rain asked. “Sure, I guess.” I walked up the steps to the start position, and Rain turned on the course. “Ready, set, go!” I started running, and the head-bot started to fly away on the track. I jumped over a few knocked down trees, and managed to get past the falling ones (it was pretty often that I would get squished like a bug underneath the trees, crushing my rib cage and killing me, requiring Reinstation.) I got to the first broken bridge, which went diagonally across the large room, and went right over Rain and Wheatley’s head. I started running faster to make the jumps, but by the 3rd jump, which is the longest, I was going to miss the next landing point anyway, so I let myself fall, grabbed the next foot-rod, and swung under and up, and caught the head-bot and destroyed it while landing at the other end. Then I started hearing the injury alarms. I got up and looked at myself, and I had no injuries. I looked over at Rain and Wheatley, and saw Wheatley on the floor with his nose flattened and bleeding. I quickly got down from the course and ran to him. “Oh my god, are you alright?” I asked. “Yeah... I’m fine... fuck...” Wheatley said in pain, while Rain was looking him over. “You swung under the rod and your foot had enough force to flatten his nose.” Rain explained. “I’m sorry. For the record, kicking him in the face was an accident.” I said, knowing Rain was very protective of Wheatley. “I know. We should have been out of the way of the bridge. But, you know us, we don’t follow safety protocols.” She said jokingly. “Why don’t we get you some healing factor shots and a snack to make up for this?” I asked. “Sure... I could do that...” Wheatley agreed, and so we helped him up and left the training center.

For the record, kicking him in the face was an accident.

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I have returned! (With good news!)

Hello everyone! I am back, and hopefully I will be posting more often now. I will be looking at finding more prompts to work on. But, I have some good news: I’m pretty sure, after a decade of research into myself, that I have found out what is so “wrong” with me! And it’s not wrong, either; it’s a skill that has been known to be accidentally used, especially with autism and extremely creative people, and is mostly safe (there is a very small risk that it might go wrong, but that’s only if you are mean.) It’s called Tulpamancy. The first thing to say is while -mancy is used in the name, unless you are in a certain group, it’s actually science, not magick (I personally believe in both groups, being New Age, since I believe if you follow the methods long enough, even if you believe mostly in the science, the law of attraction will kick in and turn the “intelligent thoughtform” into an actual system-mate.) Tulpamancy has been described as a functional form of DID (which means it cannot be diagnosed, since the definition of DID is a DISFUNCTIONAL system of personalities, under the DSM-5) and can be used by normal people, just like lucid dreaming and other little mental niches. Tulpamancy usually has the following “symptoms” (people work to get these): Tulpas, which are like Alters in DID; a Wonderland, which is a mental place where you and your tulpas live and you guys can modify it however you want; and with your tulpas, you can have conversations, let them possess you (being aware while they use your body, like moving your arm,) and even switch with them (meaning you switch roles with a tulpa; you become a tulpa and your tulpa of choice becomes the host.) Of course, there is a dark side of this; tulpas can in fact die or commit “egocide” (which is a form of suicide by destroying your own personality and consciousness), and some people only choose to make a tulpa and switch with them, making them the host, to then committ egocide, leaving their tulpa sad and stuck trying to live their dead host’s life. However, I do not intend to do that, and the group I’ve been listening to on Reddit isn’t either. Rather, my current goal is to make due on a promise I made to my Tulpas Rain and Wheatley, as well as their friends, to let them live in the real world. A while back, my tulpas and I made a pact that if there ever was a time where I could come to the Imagiverse (my Wonderland) as myself instead of Rain, and they could come to the real world (since they have never been here), that we would work together to make it happen. Now we can make it happen! Rain and Wheatley now can explore the world, and I can fly through the Imagiverse like I’ve always dreamed of; we just need to work hard. If anyone has any advice, please let me know! So see you guys all later!

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First Prompt Test

Before I start, this prompt is based on this post, https://creativepromptsforwriting.tumblr.com/post/174188573653/prompt-384 (sorry, I don't exactly know how to link text.) Also, this is the first time a certain "Wheatley" appears, so let me explain: my mental illness first showed up in 2014 after a medical obsession with the Portal games, or more specifically the story and the fan art. Since then, the Portal games have been the original bedrock and growth point for the Imagiverse. "Wheatley" is not the original character but an "alternate" and happens to be very important. The credit for the original Wheatley goes to Valve, of course, and any fan art that looks like him on accident (I've never found an exact match, but it might exist) is unrelated and belongs to it's creator. After all that, enjoy. I stood in the elevator, generating my sword and bouncing it to the other hand and fizzing it over and over again. "Would you please stop doing that? You could cut yourself." Wheatley asked nervously. "Wheatley, I've almost never cut myself on this sword. You're being a nervous wreck." I replied a tad bit too harsh. "Don't mind me being nervous because we're going to an Elite-Only battle royale and might die." Wheatley reciprocated the over-harshness. "You're AAA now, why is that a concern?" I asked. "Well, based on how I'm still not used to surviving an impalement for 5 minutes before blacking out and reinstating, it's kinda scary to walk into one of these knowing how likely one of us are going to be thumb-tacked to the ground, or possibly "over there, over there, and up there."" He said with the same tone. I guess that's one of the things I no longer understand: being a AAA all my life, 5 minutes was a breeze. I would actually be more scared if I died faster; too quick to go into the dark. The elevator stopped and opened its doors. We walked out into the lobby, to the blue door on the left. I opened the door and we walked in to join the group of Creators inside. "Rainbowstruck has joined Blue team. Wheatley has joined Blue team." The computer dully stated. As the giant elevator started going up, I took out my sword one last time. I ran my hand across the opal-looking blade. I really wanted to fight against someone, and this was the first time in a while where I'll get exactly what I wanted. TBC

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Hey guys! As a writer myself, it’s hard to have a lot of resources for writing in one place. That’s why I decided to create this masterpost, and maybe make more if I find future resources. I hope you like it, and expect to see more masterposts like this in the future!

Generators

Character

Appearance Generator

Archetypes Generator

Character Generator

Character Traits Generator

Family Generator

Job/Occupation Generator, (II)

Love Interest Generator

Motive Generator

Name Generator

Personality Generator, (II)

Quick Character Generator

Super Powers Generator

Names

Brand Name Generator

Medicine Title Generator

Name Generator

Quick Name Generator

Vehicle Generator

Town Name Generator

Plot

First Encounter Generator

First Line Generator, (II)

Plot Generator, (II), (III)

Plot Device Generator

Plot Twist Generator

Quick Plot Generator

Setting/World-Building

City Generator

Fantasy Race Generator

Laws Generator

Pet Generator

Setting Generator

Species Generator

Terrain Generator

Prompts

Subject Generator

”Take Three Nouns” Generator

Word Prompt Generator

Misc

Color Generator

Decision Generator

Dialogue Generator

Journey Generator

Title Generator, (II), (III)

Some Tips

Just a few I found from the writing tips tag!

Writing action / @berrybird

How to create a strong voice in your writing / @collegerefs

How to plot a complex novel in one day! / @lizard-is-writing

8 ways to get past writer’s block / @kiramartinauthor

psa for writers / @dasakuryo

”Write Using Your 5 Senses” / @ambientwriting

How People Watching Improves Your Writing / @wherethetransthingsare

Writing Science Fiction: Tips for Beginners / @fictionwritingtips

Creating Likeable Characters / @authors-haven

Vocabulary

Descriptive words / @somekindofstudent

Words to replace “Said” / @msocasey

Obscure color words / @mintsteelpeachlilac

Words to spice up your stories / @busyibee

Words to describe someone’s voice

Words to Use Instead of Very / @gaybybirth

Touchy Feely Words / @gaybybirth

Some Advice

Stephen King’s Top 20 Rules for Writers

”But my plot isn’t UNIQUE or BIG enough!” / @youreallwrite

8 Things Every Creative Should Know / @adamjk

(How To) Get Over Comparing Yourself to Other Creatives / @adamjk

How to Get Over Common Creative Fears (Maybe) / @adamjk

14 Tips From Stephen King On Writing / @i-can-give-you-prompts

Playlists

Electronic Thoughts / @eruditekid

“Mix About Writing” An Instrumental Mix / @shadowofemirates

Shut Up, I’m Writing! / @ninadropdead

Chill / @endlessreveries

Breathtaking Film Scores / @tweedskirts

Music to Write to Vol. 1: Starlight / @crestadeen

Music for Written Words / @ghoulpatch

Dead Men Tell No Tales / @scamandersnewt

Fatale / @dolcegf

All These Things that I’ve Done / @referenceforwriters

Feeling Soaking into Your Bones / @verylondon

I Can Feel Your Pulse in the Pages / @rphelper

Morally Ambiguous / @scamandersnewt

Wonderwall / @wheelerwrites

Pythia / @mazikeene

Ballet: To Dance / @tanaquil

Websites and Apps

For Writing

ZenPen: A minimalist writing website to keep you free of distractions and in the flow.

The Most Dangerous Writing App: A website where you have to keep typing or all of your writing will be lost. It helps you keep writing…kind of. You can choose between a time or word count limit!

Evernote: An online website where you can take notes and save the product to your laptop and/or smartphone!

Writer, the Internet Typewriter: It’s just you and your writing, and you can save your product on the website if you create an account.

Wordcounter: A website to help check your word and character count, and shows words you’re using frequently.

Monospace: An Android app for writing on the go when you feel the inspiration, but you don’t have your laptop on you!

For Productivity

Tide: An app that combines a pomodoro-esque timer with nature sounds and other noises! (Google Play / Apple Store)

ClearFocus: An Android app with a pomodoro-type time counter to let you concentrate easier and stay productive.

Forest: An app with a time counter to keep you focused and off your phone, and when you complete the time limit, a tree grows in your garden! (Google Play / Apple Store)

SelfControl: A Mac downloadable app that blocks you from distracting mail servers, websites, and other things!

Prompt Blogs

@writeworld

@dialouge-prompts

@oopsprompts

@prompts-for-the-otp

@creativepromptsforwriting

@the-modern-typewriter

@theprofessionalpromptmaker

@writers-are-writers

@otp-imagines-cult

@witterprompts

@havetobememes

@auideas

@putthepromptsonpaper

@promptsonpaper

@fyotpprompts

@otpisms

@soprompt

@otpprompts

@ablockforwritersblock

@awritersnook

Writing Tips Blogs

@writeworld

@anomalously-written

@awritersnook

@clevergirlhelps

@referenceforwriters

@whataboutwriting

@thewritershelpers

@nimblesnotebook

@slitheringink