#imagimes

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Friends?

Requested: yes

Prompt: 18) "My mom thinks we're dating."

Warnings: not really? Just fluff tbh

Charles nervously led Y/n into his family's vacation home, where his parents and siblings eagerly awaited. "You stay here every year for the summer break and you never invited me?!" Y/n exclaimed, looking all around as Charles carried her suitcase in. "I thought you didn't like the whole glamour of Monaco." He teased. "That was before I saw your holiday home." She chuckled. Y/n couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and confusion, having been invited on this family vacation without much explanation. "We're all going to have dinner at around 8 so I will leave you to unpack. I have to go help my mum with the cooking."

"Can I come? I haven't seen your mum in ages!" Charles swallowed the lump in his throat, earning a concerned look from Y/n. "What did you do?" She interrogated. "What? Nothing! I've done nothing!" Charles replied in an attempt to defend himself. "So why are you suddenly being so....unlike yourself?" He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe you've changed since she saw you last? I-"

"Y/n!" Charles stopped his talking as he heard his mother Pascale entering the room. Y/n's bright smile returned to her face as she spotted the wonderous woman walking towards her with open arms. "Oh, I've been waiting for Charles to bring you! I haven't seen you in a while!" She grinned, kissing Y/n's cheeks. "It's good to be here. I can't believe I haven't been invited sooner." Y/n and Pascale both looked over to Charles who stood by the suitcase. "Charles, it's wonderful that you brought Y/n along." She paused, looking to Charles and switching to French. "Est-ce qu'elle sait que je sais?" Charles shook his head. "Non, maman. Elle veut toujours que cela reste privé pour le moment."

"Eh bien, privé ne veut pas dire secret." Y/n looked between the pair, slightly confused as she didn't speak the language. "Mamon, s'il vous plaît-" He began, but Pscale began to walk away, waving her hands in the air. "Non, non, Charles. Je vais partir et aller cuisiner. Je m'occuperai de mes affaires et je te laisserai aider ta copine à s'installer." She turned back to Y/n. "Bisous!" She smiled, before closing the door. Charles let out a sigh of relief. "What was that about?" Y/n asked. "Just dinner. I will- Yes. I'll let you change for dinner and I'll see you at 8."

As the Leclerc family gathered around the dinner table, the atmosphere was filled with warmth and laughter. Charles Leclerc sat beside his friend Y/n, stealing glances and sharing smiles throughout the meal. Pascale, Charles' mother, couldn't help but notice the chemistry between the two. During the delicious main course, Pascale set her fork down and looked at Y/n with a twinkle in her eye. "Y/n, dear, Charles will not stop talking about you." Charles sighs as Y/n grins, highly amused. "Oh really? Isn't he just so sweet?" She teased.

"And Charles, how long did you say you two have been together?" Pascale asked, her eyes twinkling again with curiosity. Y/n's gentle expression had turned into knotted brows, confusion clouding her mind. She stole a glance at Charles, who offered her a reassuring smile before answering. "Oh, we've been together for a while now." Charles replied smoothly, his tone tinged with amusement, before reaching for Y/n's hand beside him. Y/n's mind raced as she tried to make sense of Charles' response. She had never considered him anything more than a friend, and now she found herself unwittingly caught in a web of deception.

"So, Y/n, what made you and Charles decide to start dating all of a sudden?" Pascale inquired with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Y/n nearly choked on her wine, as Charles masked a laugh. "Oh, you know Pascale, sometimes these things just happen." Y/n replied, trying to play along. Pascale's eyes sparkled as she nodded knowingly. Charles nodde too, playing along with the story Y/n had come up with. "That's wonderful! I'm so happy to hear that. I am so happy none of the journalists have found out yet. You two must be discreet." Y/n chuckled nervously, "Yes, we like to keep things private. At one stage, we were so secretive, I didn't even know we were together." The family laughed along as Y/n kicked Charles under the table. A silent wince left his lips.

"Well, I think I should go and clean these dishes. How about-"

"Charles and I will do them, Pascale. Honest." Pascale smiled approvingly of Y/n. "If you insist." Y/n nodded, grabbing Charles quite firmly to make him follow her to the kitchen with various plates. Once the door had closed, Y/n turned to Charles, frustration evident in her eyes. "What on earth was that, Charles?" Charles placed the plates into the sink. "Oh by the way, Y/n. My mum thinks we are dating." His poor attempt of a joke didn't land too well, but the tea towel Y/n had thrown at him did. Charles sighed, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Look, I didn't know how to explain why you're suddenly here, so I may have mentioned we're together." He explained. "What the hell, Charles? You didn't tell me about this plan! I thought we were just friends!" Y/n whispered, trying not to let their ruse be overheard.

Charles had stopped thinking of the plates now and had instead turned his focus to trying to stop Y/n from telling Pascale the truth. "I know, I know. My mom can be relentless with her questions about my love life. I didn't want her prying too much, so I improvised. Sorry about that." Y/n sighed, holding the bridge of her nose. "Well, it's a bit late now. We need to figure this out before it gets more complicated."

Charles nodded, engulfing her in a hug and resting his chin on top of her head. "Agreed." They pondered for a moment, before Charles came up with a plan. "How about we make a deal?" Y/n looked up to him, almost as if to tell him to continue. "We'll keep up the charade for a while, and I promise to come clean with my mom when the time is right. In the meantime, we can use this to our advantage somehow." Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Alright, but you owe me big time for this. What's the plan?"

Charles smirked. "We can use this 'relationship' to our advantage. You get to spend the summer here, and it'll keep my mom off my back for a while. Deal?" Y/n sighed again, running her hands through her hair. "Fine, deal. But this better not turn into a soap opera. We're just friends, got it?" Charles chuckled, reaching his hand out and shaking hers. "Got it. Just friends."

[emmcfrxst]

Say Logan has a vampire partner (can be from a mutation or they’re just like that)

Do you think he’d let them feed from him?

blood tw, afab!reader

oh my god yes. he’s always up for it because the act associates two of his favorite things; being useful to his beloved and experiencing pain (in a consensual, safe environment). his healing abilities really make him the perfect feeding partner, because there’s no risk of taking too much blood from him; his blood cells regenerate pretty much as soon as they leave his body, so there’s no room for side effects like lightheadedness (he does get a little light headed while you’re feeding from him, and it’s a feeling he’s become addicted to), nausea or loss of consciousness. he loves doing things for you; any way he can make himself useful is satisfactory to him— especially if it brings him a little pain as a bonus. he’s moaning and groaning the whole time you’re feeding off him, eyes rolling back and hands flexing against your hips, gripping the skin there greedily. it genuinely arouses him to feel your teeth sink into his flesh; the stinging pain makes his hips buck upwards into yours, pushing his growing erection against your clothed cunt, making you moan around a mouthful of blood. the visual is also a big part of his excitement; the sight of you, pupils dilated almost to their full extent with his blood smeared around your swollen lips really gets him going. it affects him so deeply that it’s started to also feel like more than just a basic need for you as well; it’s an act of intimacy, both emotional and sexual, and more often than not you find yourself grinding back down on him, chasing the high of an orgasm, the sweet taste of him on your tongue bringing you closer to ecstasy. it’s important to note that he has come untouched more than once just from you feeding off him; the sweet pleasure mixed with pain making his cock throb in ways nothing else really ever has made it throb before— and he’s not ashamed at all to admit it; he’s absolutely greedy, mouth finding yours for a sloppy, desperate kiss once you’re done, the metallic taste of his blood flooding his senses as he feels the bite mark close itself up, a deep, depraved moan leaving him when your nails dig into the tender flesh as if trying to find traces of the wound that bound the two of you for a few blissful minutes. you always gasp into his mouth and arch against him, body trembling with sensitivity from drinking blood, trying to keep up with the erratic pace of his kisses, rolling your hips against his as you try to find your voice, a raspy “slow down, baby” leaving you— you don’t mean the words at all, simply overwhelmed by all of the sensations crashing down upon you, and he moans again and responds with a frantic, breathless “look so damn good covered in my blood” that has you soaking through your panties, feeling your abdomen clench with pure, unadulterated desire— one that will soon be quenched by the harsh, rapid thrusting of his hips up into yours as you ride him until neither of you can form words anymore, torn clothes scattered around the room.

[vivwritesfics]

Okay bonus bc you asked for Christmas/winter break ideas! What about Oscar taking Lando & reader to experience and Aussie Christmas and they’re just on the beach and bbq-ing etc and they can’t get over how different it is from uk Christmas’s 🤣

"Okay so we're starting at mine with my family, mum will do the traditional roast and then we do a family walk on the beach. And then we head off to Landos for a second round of British Christmas and then, by the end of the week, we're off to Australia for Oscar to give us the traditional Australian Christmas. Sound like a plan?" Asked Y/N as she flipped through her diary, laying the plan out before her boyfriends.

"Sounds good to me, baby," said Lando as he leaned back in his seat.

Oscar took a moment to look through Y/Ns plan. "This is a lot of travelling. Are you guys sure you're okay with that?"

They nodded their heads as they looked at their Australian. "Definitely, Osc. I seriously can't wait to experience my first Australian Christmas," Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around him. She ran his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his face and used it to tip his head back and give him a quick kiss.

First they had to get through Y/Ns British Christmas. Her family wasn't very understanding of their relationship, and it had taken a good year but they'd gotten used to it now. Now they said nothing, Y/N father would just give them funny looks. They had the roast dinners Y/Ns mother prepared and took her nieces and newphews on a rather cold beach walk. All three of them were wrapped up warm, with Lando and Oscar wearing their Mclaren caps.

And then it was off to Lando's. His Christmas was much the same as Y/Ns, but his family nicer and they didn't do a freezing cold beach walk.

And then they were jetting off for Australian Christmas and New year's. The light was long, with Y/N napping against Lando as he and Oscar watched a movie (but, in no time at all, they were sleeping too, the three of them all laying against each other).

Things were hot when they landed, not like they had been in England. Oscar was so excited to take Y/N and Lando to his parents. They'd met his mum during the season (and she loved the two of them) but they hadn't yet been to his place in Australia.

On the first night they had a seafood barbecue. Only half of thr barbecue had fish, the other had was regular (because they had fussy britches with them). Oscar had on his shorts and flip flops (or thongs) on as he barbecued, showing off his skills. "Looking good, Osc," Lando grinned as he watched him, sweating as he slaved over the barbecue.

Oscar blushed red as Y/N and Lando grinned at him.

The next day, Christmas day, they went for a swim. The water was lovely as Y/N, Lando and Oscar swam in the Australian sea. It was wonderfully refreshing, considering Lando and Y/N would usually be in their pyjamas, wrapped up warm under blankets as they drank hot chocolate.

There was backyard cricket and a traditional Christmas dinner. Barbecue, cold ham and turkey, potato bake and alcohol. They had pavlova and trifle with beer to top it off.

At the end of the night, Lando, Y/N and Oscar sat on the beach, staring out at the seas. It was the first time they'd managed to be alone since arriving in the land down under. "How have you guys enjoyed your first aussie Christmas?" Oscar asked, his arms wrapped around them.

"Absolutely loved it," Y/N said as she dug her toes into the sand.

"It was brilliant, Osc. Thank you," lando said and kissed him.

[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

[jasper-pagan-witch]

It is very interesting to meander through occultism and magic as someone who has imaginary friends and servitors and thoughtforms. Like, the little gay people I talk to are not servitors and thoughtforms, nor are they involved in my actual craft, but they're just so much more fun to talk to. But if I actually want something done, bam, servitor and thoughtform time.

I don't know what the intent of this post was. I'm just fuckin' around and findin' out.

[mogainursesoffice]

Discovered the term transplural and I am gonna be honest I understand why it exists people want a term for wishing they were plural. Maybe somebody should make a better word for that for people who aren't in that community though. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[halfwayhealer]

I'm so excited that imagimancy is a thing now!

Ever since I was a kid, I've had imaginary friends, and I was an avid immersive daydreamer for several years. Becoming a munbonder made me lose the ability to daydream in the traditional sense (i.e. complex storylines and worldbuilding), and it also hindered my ability to make imaginaries who aren't autonomous. But becoming a daemian has given me more distinction between the part of my brain that hosts my bonds and the part of my brain that's fully mine to use and explore. I look forward to playing around with imagimancy and learning to form and deform imaginary beings and mindscapes at my leisure, (though I'll have to prepare myself for the possibility that some of them could accidentally becoming sentient, but we'll cross that bridge if we come to it :P).

[yourimaginationrealm]

He kinda grew attached to you, despite being just a human but Cordelia disliked this bond and leaked to your villagers that you care about a vampire. Those people mistook you for a witch and burned you alive. Knowing this, Ayato could nothing do than watching you die while his mother told him, it was his fault being involved with a pathetic human. Years later, he killed his mother with satisfactions and slowly, showing her the pain you had to endure and finally revenging your death. However, he would never tell everyone that your death still stings him…

As a child he visits you regularly: You served him self-made Takoyaki and that is why it is his favorite dish. Your warm smile and praise after he gave everything from the swim session. The soft pat on his head is even today his weak spot. This little vampire was obsessed with you, of course his mother has to be jealous after a while. You can not be more than her! Not a human woman!

The red head bragged about being the best and going to marry you one day. You always giggle which brought a smile to his face but told him you are old when he is an adult. He scoffed and offers you to become a vampire: So you can wait until he is grown. You said that is a cute offer but you prefer humanity while ruffling his hair. He became irritated and shout at you why you deny his glorious idea. After this, he ran away. Typical Ayato behavior.

The next day, he came back with tears in his eyes. His mother and brothers were mean to him but he is still mad about her declining his offer. You just took him in your arms as you hugged him while he start bawling his eyes out. He never felt this warm and love from someone....

If friends of yours visit, they wonder who the little red head was: You always lied and mentioned your deceased brother had a kid. "Wasn't he blonde?" They seemed irritated but better than finding out that he is a vampire. A supernatural being at that time weren't treated good...

The last time before your death, you gifted him a shirt of your dead brother. "Why are you giving me this...? It is too big!" You laugh at his bewildered face as he examined the clothing. "Because you always annoy me with marrying you. I can't do that... Yet, my brother wanted that I gave his shirt to my future husband. So I think you should have it!" You smile at him as his face light up. "Wow! Then, wait up until it I fit in." "Haha, sure!"

A few days later, you were burnt as a witch. He never forgets the wicked laughter of his mother. He cried his eyes out while hiding his face into your gift. He swore he is going to take revenge on his mother. The relationship to you makes him more drawn to humans and their antics. He loves basketball, Takoyaki, etc..

Guess what he wore as he brutally massacred his mother after he had grown. Yes, your gifted shirt which was drown in Cordelia blood. "Ah,.. now you ruined my shirt. Ah no... It is the gift of Y/N..." "Wha-? What has she to do with it?" "Everything.... mother..." he coldly stated as a shiver runs down Cordelias spine. When was the last time he called her mother? "How fitting that the shirt she gave me, is drown in your blood... What a sweet revenge...." He laughed evilly as she did back then. "Sadly, I can not burn you like she had died... Although, burning you alive seems fun too..." He licked the blood from his hands and eyed her. " I want more..." "No.... No..... Aya-AhhhH-!" Her screaming ended suddenly. Never had she thought that she dies because she murdered a pathetic human. Or more that her son his the murder of hers.

_______________________ Yes, new Design! Hope you like it. And yeah not the fluffiest Imagine... Wonder where the idea came from xD I just fell back to the Diabolik Lovers Hell so of course my favourite is Ayato....Enjoy!

[selkra-souza]

Despite my overwhelming collection, I naturally couldn’t resist a houndstooth covered sketchbook, so I nabbed it and decided to fill it with inner world lore.

Star Bits Fields were first seen in a dream I’ve had in March 2024. These plants have a life cycle between growing on the surface and reproducing in nebula-like spore clouds in the sky. These glowing stars each contain a limited amount of energy that can be used like batteries to power tools, or be used as ingredients in foods or spells. Ints never trade fiat money, instead they trade resources and commonly trade star bits as commodity money, with their intrinsic value being used as fuel, food and ornamentation.

Int families who particularly value star bits share legends of star bit makers, who are cosmic flyers able to materialize star bits out of nothing, which would make any int rich if they could capture one. Yet star bit makers are a rare sight in the night sky, and even harder to catch.

[imagicalcentral]

Y’all know like system resets? I had that with my past imagis.

Also don’t even get me started on how most of the time I am blank with no name, pronouns, or interests that fit me.

Like I either get hyper fixated on something and that is my only defining personality trait or I just straight up start choosing names, pronouns, ids, etc. and making myself an identity and it never fucking fits.

Occasionally pronouns fit me but never names wtf literally is there a term for this because I am like hella confused 😭

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - All I Want For Christmas

Requested: yes

Prompt: All I Want For Christmas w Charles Leclerc

Warnings: none

Y/n was on the phone with her boyfriend Charles. For the holidays, this is how they communicated since he lived in Monaco and she would visit her family back home in Denmark. They started dating during Charles' first year in Formula One when she visited with her uncle in Sauber. They met just before the season came to an end. She came into the hospitality, laughing with her uncle and speaking alanguage that seemed like no one would ever understand. But to Charles? To Charles, he sat listening to her in awe. He liked her voice. He listened in awe as she spoke, subconsciously smiling to himself. When she was by herself, Charles turned to try and strike up a conversation. "Excuse me, miss?" he asked. The girl turned, her (y/c/h) hair was half up and half down and her (y/c/e) eyes looked up at him. He melted and found himself stuttering, trying to form some words. "Is this taken seat? I mean, is this teat saken, wait-" She giggled as she watched him fumble with his words. "Is this seat taken?" he finally blurted out. "Not unless you're going to sit here with me." He smiled and sat down next to her and from then, it was history.

"I wish I could hug you right now. I miss you so much." Y/n smiled softly at him through the phone. "I know mon cœur. I miss you too but you'll have me in a few days." She hid her actual feelings with a forced smile. She had spent Christmas with Charles and his family last year and the year before but he'd never spent Christmas with her's. "I have to go mon cœur, dinner is nearly ready." Charles and Y/n said their goodbyes and hung up. She let out a sigh and walked down to the kitchen to her mother, who was baking. "Ah, you're finished then? How was Charles?" Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know mom. He was giving such short answers." Y/n said, rubbing her eyes. "Oh darling, I'm sure he's just very tired like you are." Y/n scoffed. "Maybe he's tired of me. We hardly see eachother now." Y/n walked towards the bowl of cake batter and began stirring. "Don't be silly. I don't think he would be tired of you." Y/n rolled her eyes up towards the ceiling in a attempt to hold her tears in. "I won't know until he tells me or until I find out."

"Y/n, he isn't tired of you." her mum reassured her. "But how do you know mom?" Her mother opened her mouth and closed it again. "I don't know. All I know it that he isn't tired of you. You just have to believe me." Y/n nodded and smiled light-heartedly. "Thanks mom. I think I'm gonna stay up a little while longer." Her mother arched a brow. "Are you sure? Were all going to bed." Y/n smiled and nodded. "Of course. I want to do some baking. You can have an early night." Her mum kissed her forehead. "Don't stay up too late." Y/n agreed and watched as her mother went to bed. Y/n sat up baking like she said she would but she didn't stay up for a little bit, she stayed up most of the night. After all her siblings had wrapped the presents, after all the timed lights went out, after everything but still, she went to bed so she wouldn't get given out to by her mother in the morning.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open to the sound of her nieces and nephews running around, waking up their parents and then running into to wake up Y/n. "Guys, guys, I'm up, I'm up." She croaked as they bounced on her bed. "Then get up! We need to open our gifts from Santa!" the children shouted. "No, no, no, no, no. Let her sleep! She had a long night baking for you!" They whined but got down off the bed and left Y/n in bed. She let out a sigh of relief as she could finally lie back down again. It had only been a few minutes when she heard her bedroom door open and someone creep their way in. She pulled a face when she heard hushed voices. Why were her whole family just standing around her door, whispering? Y/n felt a weight bring her bed down but she figured it was probably her mother coming up to check on her and she would have wholeheartedly believed it if she hadn't heard the opening of All I Want For Christmas Is You playing. She had her back to them, so she couldn't see them. Her eyes opened, confused as anything but then, she heard a voice. "I, dont want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need-" She hopped up like a bolt of lightning. Surely he wasn't here. Was he? Her bottom lip trembled as she saw Charles with his phone in front of him, playing music and reading the lyrics off to sing them to her. "I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree-" She began crying as he continued singing. Then she looked over to her family behind her, her mother filming as the others looked on, grinning. "Why are you guys recording?"

"Mon cœur, You're interrupting." Charles said quickly and then returned to singing, making her laugh. "Make my wish come true! All I Want For Christmas -" Charles looked up from his phone and into her blue eyes. "Is You." The Danish family clapped as Y/n engulfed her boyfriend in a tight hug. "Did you enjoy your Christmas gift?" her mother asked. Y/n looked over, still crying but now smiling as she nodded. "Mon cœur, dont cry, dont cry." Charles said, rubbing her back and shushing her. "A heads up would have been nice so I wouldn't cry!" Charles kissed her cheek. "I didn't know you would cry, now did I?" They laughed together. "Merry Christmas mon cœur." He whispered. Her grip loosened and she kissed his lips. "Merry Christmas my love."

[garden-of-mancers]

Hihihi! I wasn't sure who to come to for this info, and I couldn't find anything related to this, so if you don't have an answer/insufficient research or something like that, then feel free to ignore this! /gen/neu

What's the difference between a tulpamancy and imagimancy? Ty if you answer this ask! <333

No problem! Full disclosure: I have done more research into the Buddhist origins of tulpamancy, but I'm not Buddhist or a tulpamancer, so if I get any academic or cultural information wrong, I apologize.

So, tulpamancy has an origin in Buddhist spirituality, and the modern western "tulpamancy" you see on tumblr is a misappropriated version of it.

In Tibetan Buddhism, tulpamancy is the act of creating a thoughtform (tulpa) with the goal for it to become an autonomous person through developing independent thought, emotions, etc. These thoughtforms are also called "emanations" or "emanation bodies" depending on the Buddhist you're talking to. Most tulpas also break away from their creators once they reach autonomy, therefore completing a cycle or the exercise. I know it's originally supposed to be an exercise to teach the Buddhist student *something* about nirvana and being a living human, but I can't remember or figure out what the specific goal is, so I apologize if any part of this explanation is 'off.' I'm not Buddhist, so I encourage you to take my answer as a starting-off point to do your own research into the topic.

Here's a reddit post by a Tibetan Buddhist on tulpamancy, and here's another reddit thread with multiple insights on the purpose of tulpas.

Appropriated tulpamancy like you see on tumblr, where the tulpamancer is making more than one thoughtform, isn't working towards the goal of autonomy, or is utilizing manifestation techniques to create headmates or "friends" is not tulpamancy. It's thoughtformism--it's a completely different practice that is just using terminology from a different (religious and culturally charged) practice. It should not be practiced under the guise of tulpamancy. It's not cultural appropriation because you're white, (anyone can convert to Buddhism); it's cultural appropriation because you're using terms and ideas in a way completely divorced from the original (cultural, religious) context.

(This cultural shift didn't start on tumblr, by the way. Occultists and westerners were recontextualizing and appropriating tulpas long before people on tumblr did it.)

After a lot of POC and Buddhists criticized the tulpa community, a few secular thoughtformist communities have come up. Daemonism is one example, where the "lore" and framework around your thoughtform is based on the novel His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. (Although, what I've seen in the community is that daemians can play pretty fast and loose with the rules and no one really minds it.) But a lot of thoughtformists I've seen on tumblr just seem to make a certain flavor of dude (like a servitor, egregore, godhead--all things I'm not yet familiar enough with to explain) without tulpamancy OR daemonism as a label (which is a good thing!).

Imagimancy is the latest thoughtformist community to come up, and in my perspective, it feels like a "configurable" experience in thoughtformism. There's no more religious or cultural context, there's no more lore from already-existing books or movies, there aren't even any occulty or mystical labels if you don't want there to be. It's just... imaginary friends, but taken seriously and refined into a practice or activity that "older kids" and adults can do in a fulfilling way. To me, imagimancy IS the closest thing to what appropriated "tulpamancers" wanted tulpamancy to be. There are no rules or restrictions. One of the co-coiners of the imagimancy term describes imagimancy as "not trying to reinvent or relabel things; just filling the gaps between [thoughtformist] communities," and I think that's the best explanation out there tbh.

This isn't a "tulpas dni" post or anything like that; I'm interested in everyone's experiences of thoughtformism, even if someone's vocabulary isn't the most culturally sensitive. But I am very much in the ballpark of "what you're doing isn't tulpamancy. Call it something else" as a person tbh.

[plusvanity]

I bet there are times when Varg wakes up in the middle of the night from horrible nightmares in which The Foreskin-Chewing Goblins catch him and Pelle. And he's in cold sweats, hysterical and hyperventilating, SHOVING his hand in his boyfriend's pants to search for that precious foreskin. Pelle instantly wakes up when he's being GRABBED, and of course, he's confused. He asks Varg what the hell is going on and Varg is frantically narrating his bad dream, still caressing Pelle's dick like a rare gem. Pelle laughs a bit, realising how utterly retarded his man's story sounds until he hears a faint sob in the dark. His jaw drops completely.

'Dude, no, you can't be for real....'

And then another sob follows.

'Dude, WHAT THE F-

[socialc1imb]

I can’t believe I made an online friend in 2020 after finding out we both liked the same D&D podcast and now i have a friend who sits on 9 hour facetime calls with me just to help me sleep or stay calm and who is going to visit in three weeks and who i constantly miss being with because now i know how to love

[odd-im-o]

How to Create an Imaginary

*this guide has been created based on my own experiences and what has worked for me. it is purely a recommendation and should by no means be treated as the final say on imagimancy

*the items within this post have no set order. do whichever points you want, however you want, whenever you want and only IF you want!

*enjoy :D

There's many reasons someone may want to summon an imaginary. Maybe you had one as a child and miss them. Maybe you never quite figured out how to make one in the first place. Maybe the idea of having sentient thoughtforms and willos is a big commitment you're not ready to take yet.

Whatever the reason, I wanted to compile a guide of sorts outlining how to create your own!

What is an Imaginary?

An imaginary is a non- or partially-sentient being drawn from someone's imagination. This could be a fictional character, pet, companion, or anything else! These friends are typically constructed in ones mind and projected out into the real world. It's like a para outside of the paracosm, or an oc specifically designed to interact with you, the creator.

This guide will outline tips to create and maintain your own imaginary.

Choose a Type

Before you can summon an imaginary, you need to know what role your imaginary will play. Are they meant to be a pet, friend, caregiver, lover, or something else entirely? Are they human? Mythical? Something else? Will they be brain-made? Or maybe they're drawn from pre-existing media?

The limits are your own imagination. Choose what fits your own interests and needs.

Draw Inspiration

Your new imaginary may be born from your mind, but it's helpful to draw inspiration from other places. Maybe there's a character you want them to resemble, or a personality you find fitting with your own. Maybe you have an idea for an aesthetic or style your imaginary will take on.

Gather those inspirations and use them moving forward! Maybe make a folder in your phone filled with interesting images, write down what tickles your fancy, or make an collage online. Whatever the method, have fun with this step! It will help flesh out your imaginary.

Visualization

Once you've gathered ideas for your imaginary, it's time to start visualizing. This is, personally, the most difficult part. Your companion, afterall, doesn't actually exist quite yet. It's through your own mind that they will manifest, and that takes a bit of time and effort on your part.

One method of visualization is art. Draw what you want your imaginary to look like, or use picrews or other online-makers to create them. Make them a few times over, see what fits and what feels right, and eventually you should settle on something that's correct.

Another method is picturing. Turn on some music or ASMR you want to associate with your imaginary, close your eyes, and see what appears. Write down anything notable or simply observe. See what comes to mind.

Regardless of your method, at the end you should be able to picture the key traits of your imaginary. Don't worry if these traits change later on. Your imaginary is a being, afterall, and is subject to change. Just settle on what feels right and give your imaginary room to grow as they get settled.

Characterization

As you start to visualize your imaginary, their personality should start to shine through as well.

Observe your imaginary and see what personality traits begin to arise. How do they act? How do they speak? How do they interact with you? Interact with others?

Alternatively, make these choices for yourself! Do you want your imaginary to be friendly? Aggressive? Assertive? Are they an ally to you or a needed opposition?

Also take the time to flesh out your relationship with your imaginary. What role do they play in your life? How do they add to or subtract from your world? How do you two interact?

Once again, these answers may change as your imaginary grows, but begin to take notes of some key factors you notice or want within your imaginary.

Interaction

This is the fun one. While it is completely valid to not interact with your imaginaries, I personally find that interaction is what sets an imaginary apart from OCs or fictional character daydreaming.

That being said, your imaginaries aren't sentient and are somewhat controlled by you. Here's some tips for interacting with your imaginaries and helping to build a relationship between the two of you.

Schedule Interaction Time

I, personally, spend time with my imaginary every morning while I do my daily routine. It provides set-aside time for us to bond and helps to make sure I don't forget he exists.

Choosing a time to interact with your imaginary can really help to build a relationship and make sure they consistently appear. Maybe you talk with your imaginary during lunchbreaks everyday, or Saturday afternoons are always set aside for the two of you. Try not to let this get in the way of other relationships, though. Those are important. It's simply helpful to know that, say, while you do the dishes everyday, a friend will be sitting there to talk with you.

Choose Points in Space

When interacting with your imaginary, try choosing points in the world around you where they appear. Maybe you have a dragon sitting on your shoulder, or a giant crouched outside your window, or a fairy flying just ahead of you. Even if you can't literally see your companion, imagine where they would be while you interact.

Chat with your Imaginary

Talking with your imaginary is a great form of interaction. I personally will talk out loud and give my imaginary time to respond. Another method is to have a mental conversation between the two of you.

At the start, it may feel a little awkward and forced. You may be choosing what your imaginary says and how they respond. But keep with it. Over time the communication should begin to feel more natural.

Forming Habits

Once the hardest parts are done, your only other job is to form habits. Choose moments when you want your imaginary to appear and regularly summon them then. Get used to interacting with them consistently. Observe the way they change and grow as the two of you get to know each other.

Ultimately, if your imaginary doesn't stick around, don't fret! It's totally okay for them to fade. But with a bit of time and effort, you can have an imaginary that sticks with you for a long time :)