Steven 'Sharpteeth' Durante (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
All of that translated, I think, except for “Tulpa”.
Which gives him enough time to turn the other things around in his head.
He is important to me only because I love him. The point of my creation was not the first time our minds mingled so.
I am reassured, however, with how he clings to that which is less than what he wants and given enough time he will have no choice but to accept me.
Which gives him enough time to turn the other things around in his head.
He is important to me only because I love him. The point of my creation was not the first time our minds mingled so.
I am reassured, however, with how he clings to that which is less than what he wants and given enough time he will have no choice but to accept me.
Well. While they mean something slightly different in their original Tibetan Buddhist contexts, the modern conception of a tulpa, at least among the internet communities I was a part of prior to my abduction, was that of an imaginary friend who takes on an autonomous life of their own.
In other words, something quite like you.
And I hope he does accept you in time. But if you *do* ever need to tap out for a while, our house is open to you as long as you check in with one of us before you come.
Did you figure out if you want to come over or if you want me to come over?
In other words, something quite like you.
And I hope he does accept you in time. But if you *do* ever need to tap out for a while, our house is open to you as long as you check in with one of us before you come.
Did you figure out if you want to come over or if you want me to come over?
...So I see. I do have rather more substance than is ordinarily and ethically achieved.
I am an imaginary friend of sorts. And though I’m real now
I won’t stray from my duty to him.
So with that in mind, do come over. I need some help with my hair.
I am an imaginary friend of sorts. And though I’m real now
I won’t stray from my duty to him.
So with that in mind, do come over. I need some help with my hair.
Edited 2020-09-25 08:23 (UTC)
Yeah. Tulpa's probably the most accurate term for you from my world. I'm not sure what they'd call you in yours. But yes. No matter how you originated, Hythlo, you *are* real now. You're as much of a person as any other otherworlder.
And if that's how you feel, I'll do my best to help you and to not punch Hades when he's being an ass. Let me leave Jack a note so he'll know where I've gone and then I'll be over.
(What are we doing with your hair?)
And if that's how you feel, I'll do my best to help you and to not punch Hades when he's being an ass. Let me leave Jack a note so he'll know where I've gone and then I'll be over.
(What are we doing with your hair?)
There may be words, but none with quite the specificity for my tastes. In cases such as these, I like to create a term, or use one so inaccurate it provokes thought.
You may consider me an “imaginary friend” for the time being.
As ever, I appreciate when others refrain from physical assaults against him.
(Just a bit of a change. It is much too humid here, I would like to shave down.)
You may consider me an “imaginary friend” for the time being.
As ever, I appreciate when others refrain from physical assaults against him.
(Just a bit of a change. It is much too humid here, I would like to shave down.)
I know, I know. You're the only one who gets to hurt him—and only as a kink thing. Don't worry. I'm not going to. No matter how much of an ass he acts because he's upset with you.
(You want me to give you an undercut? Well. That's one way to remind Hades that you're your own Hythlodaeus.)
(You want me to give you an undercut? Well. That's one way to remind Hades that you're your own Hythlodaeus.)
Thank you, Steven. As you know, he can be difficult when he’s upset. I wish to give him time to... grieve.
(...And, yes. It will be more manageable and simpler for me to care for it by myself this way.)
(I saw a photograph in a book of something akin to it. I drew inspiration, you might say.)
(...And, yes. It will be more manageable and simpler for me to care for it by myself this way.)
(I saw a photograph in a book of something akin to it. I drew inspiration, you might say.)
I'll probably try to avoid being around him too much in person to remove the punching temptation.
(Do you want to dye it as well? It occurs to me that your hair is light enough to take dye really well.)
(Do you want to dye it as well? It occurs to me that your hair is light enough to take dye really well.)
I would like to make you an offer.
[Attached is a picture of a single Dusk Ball laying on a table. Charms have been stuck to the ball itself, a circle of salt surrounds it. Do these things help to contain the bastard ghost? Who knows but Armin is not taking any chances.]
[Attached is a picture of a single Dusk Ball laying on a table. Charms have been stuck to the ball itself, a circle of salt surrounds it. Do these things help to contain the bastard ghost? Who knows but Armin is not taking any chances.]
That depends. Would it please you to know I've finally caught the gengar who turned my last network submission into such a mess?
[Clusterfuck, Armin. The word you really mean to say is clusterfuck.]
[Clusterfuck, Armin. The word you really mean to say is clusterfuck.]
Oh. *That* thing. It *all* makes sense now.
Feel free to say no, of course. But I certainly don't want to keep him, and I was thinking, who do I know that loves ghosts and probably has enough knowledge to handle them even when they are troublesome and well, you came to mind.
I mean, the thing is that I do love ghosts and know how to deal with them when they're troublesome, but I kind of sort of having a tiny grudge against that one in particular. For obvious reasons.
[Directly leading to damaging his trust in his future husband reasons.]
... that said, I *do* know other ghost fans in Goldenrod and Ecruteak so I could try to rehome him for you.
[That little fucker would do quite nicely for his Rocket Quota after all.]
[Directly leading to damaging his trust in his future husband reasons.]
... that said, I *do* know other ghost fans in Goldenrod and Ecruteak so I could try to rehome him for you.
[That little fucker would do quite nicely for his Rocket Quota after all.]
This may be incredibly selfish of me but...
as long as I don't have to deal with him anymore, I really don't care how you handle him.
as long as I don't have to deal with him anymore, I really don't care how you handle him.
Good to know I have free reign.
[Yeah, definitely going to get turned in to Team Rocket.]
[Yeah, definitely going to get turned in to Team Rocket.]
Well, I trust you. If you say you know some people who would be able to handle him, then I'll take your word for it.
Worst comes to worst, if I run into any Rockets, I can shove the ball into their hands and run.
I'd almost feel sorry for any rocket that ends up with him.
If they're smart, they'll hand him off to their superior and then their superior will hand him off to *theirs* and so on and so forth until he reaches Boss Giovanni.
That is one team up that sounds terrifying.
Edited 2020-10-23 03:00 (UTC)
Hahaha maybe.
But maybe he'd be just as much of a little bitch to Boss Giovanni as he was to you.
But maybe he'd be just as much of a little bitch to Boss Giovanni as he was to you.
Steven, I know not if you have seen a particular post upon the network with a man who uses red text much the same as Dirk uses orange. He is Dirk's younger brother, in a manner of speaking, but I am contacting you not for the purpose of informing you of such. Rather, if you find yourself wishing to speak with the man, I will not stop you, however, it is crucial you do not let slip that Dirk and myself are involved romantically.
Dirk has requested such information to be kept hidden from him, and I will make certain that it does. I know you have a tendancy to share information, regardless if it is yours to share, but this cannot suffer carelessness, and so I beseech you to hold your tongue on such matters for the foreseeable future.
Dirk has requested such information to be kept hidden from him, and I will make certain that it does. I know you have a tendancy to share information, regardless if it is yours to share, but this cannot suffer carelessness, and so I beseech you to hold your tongue on such matters for the foreseeable future.
Edited 2020-11-23 18:53 (UTC)
[Welp. Way to make Steven feel like a total shit for telling John Egbert that you and Dirk were fucking. Not that he hadn't been a unbelievable shit to a lot of people last summer--honestly, getting therapy from Hythlodaeus had been one of the best things he'd done for himself--but it only now occurs to him that he'd basically outed Dirk to his little brother's best friend.
Tio Carlos would have been so disappointed in him.]
No. I get it. I do, Hades. I may be a bit of a gossip, but if Dirk isn't out to his little brother, I'm not *going* to out him.
It would probably make him feel *better* if he told his brother and his brother accepted him, but if he doesn't think Dave *would*, then I understand why he'd want to avoid that emotional anguish. It's horrible when the people you love reject you for something that's such an intrinsic part of yourself. Fuck knows there have been times when I've regretted telling Abuelita and Abuelito and they eventually (mostly) came around.
And, honestly, I can also understand why he'd be a little leery of Dave knowing about you two even if he *was* out to his brother. *I* know that despite the age difference, you're both basically gods that have been jammed into regular human bodies. I *was* one of you yesterday, unless my weird weekend memories have been extra fucked up, and what little I still have of the whole experience is... well, I really *do* understand why you're on your whole mission to squish everyone's souls back together back home. It's profoundly different from being a normal mortal.
I know that shit. But Dave won't necessarily realize that you and Dirk are peers. He'll see his brother with a man twice his age and he'll think you're taking *advantage* of him, that you're a goddamn chickenhawk or Dirk's sugar daddy and react accordingly. I can state this as a *fact*, because people (mostly Lydia) have called Jack *my* sugar daddy and the apparent age difference is much less profound than between you and Dirk.
So yeah. Don't worry. I won't say anything. I mean, I get why you're having to actually tell me, because I've been here too long and I've gotten used to how oddly and delightfully accepting things are here--but I think the last thing any of us want is for Dirk to lose his brother over the question of who he fucks.
Tio Carlos would have been so disappointed in him.]
No. I get it. I do, Hades. I may be a bit of a gossip, but if Dirk isn't out to his little brother, I'm not *going* to out him.
It would probably make him feel *better* if he told his brother and his brother accepted him, but if he doesn't think Dave *would*, then I understand why he'd want to avoid that emotional anguish. It's horrible when the people you love reject you for something that's such an intrinsic part of yourself. Fuck knows there have been times when I've regretted telling Abuelita and Abuelito and they eventually (mostly) came around.
And, honestly, I can also understand why he'd be a little leery of Dave knowing about you two even if he *was* out to his brother. *I* know that despite the age difference, you're both basically gods that have been jammed into regular human bodies. I *was* one of you yesterday, unless my weird weekend memories have been extra fucked up, and what little I still have of the whole experience is... well, I really *do* understand why you're on your whole mission to squish everyone's souls back together back home. It's profoundly different from being a normal mortal.
I know that shit. But Dave won't necessarily realize that you and Dirk are peers. He'll see his brother with a man twice his age and he'll think you're taking *advantage* of him, that you're a goddamn chickenhawk or Dirk's sugar daddy and react accordingly. I can state this as a *fact*, because people (mostly Lydia) have called Jack *my* sugar daddy and the apparent age difference is much less profound than between you and Dirk.
So yeah. Don't worry. I won't say anything. I mean, I get why you're having to actually tell me, because I've been here too long and I've gotten used to how oddly and delightfully accepting things are here--but I think the last thing any of us want is for Dirk to lose his brother over the question of who he fucks.
[This...is not exactly what Hades was going for, nor what the take away thereof was meant to be, however, it serves the same purpose, and so...]
Indeed.
These private and personal matters can be complex and trying. Withering, in some ways. You have the right of it, that this is something Dirk must needs contend with when he is good and ready, not when others have decided for him. I do believe he will feel better once the truth is out, but there is nothing to gain by sullying the truth with hastily robbing him of control over it.
I myself have no qualms with how others perceive us, and neither does Dirk in a more general sense, however, matters of kin certainly holds a unique power over us that none other does.
As for your time as an Amaurotine, it is a shame that such a state could only be temporary for you, but I am gladdened for your broadened perspective on such matters nevertheless. It can be difficult to imagine such with naught to go off of, as I had attempted to live like mortals countless times, but truly being one in this world has given me a perspective I otherwise could not have. I am sure now you can see why the frailty of mortals begets the tragedies that otherwise ought not exist. When one can live forever, create aught they imagine, such petty things like differences matter so very little compared to everything else.
Did your family truly have such a problem with your sexuality? For a time, mortals of my own reality cared about such pettiness, and I do suppose some still do, yet more pressing matters seem to keep them occupied. Though, not too occupied that they stop warring over such trivialities such as race and cultural differences, but I digress.
Indeed.
These private and personal matters can be complex and trying. Withering, in some ways. You have the right of it, that this is something Dirk must needs contend with when he is good and ready, not when others have decided for him. I do believe he will feel better once the truth is out, but there is nothing to gain by sullying the truth with hastily robbing him of control over it.
I myself have no qualms with how others perceive us, and neither does Dirk in a more general sense, however, matters of kin certainly holds a unique power over us that none other does.
As for your time as an Amaurotine, it is a shame that such a state could only be temporary for you, but I am gladdened for your broadened perspective on such matters nevertheless. It can be difficult to imagine such with naught to go off of, as I had attempted to live like mortals countless times, but truly being one in this world has given me a perspective I otherwise could not have. I am sure now you can see why the frailty of mortals begets the tragedies that otherwise ought not exist. When one can live forever, create aught they imagine, such petty things like differences matter so very little compared to everything else.
Did your family truly have such a problem with your sexuality? For a time, mortals of my own reality cared about such pettiness, and I do suppose some still do, yet more pressing matters seem to keep them occupied. Though, not too occupied that they stop warring over such trivialities such as race and cultural differences, but I digress.
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