Kek! Entered this thread for the first time. Amazing to see how creative the Anons are here. I'm not artistic, but maybe I'll try my hand at making a banner. If nothing else, maybe it'll be amusing enough, due mostly to it's amateur quality, to generate a few keks.

>>16436 Are you already there, anon? How's the hotel? How's everything?

>>16444 We ride! And we drink! And I hit a snag with the hotel. Gotta work on that before I touch down in Florida.

>>16450 >Deep River Where's Shallow River?

>>16448 T-Mobile in Florida usually has some faggot on /lgbt/ who posts his own nudes on the blue board.

I just woke up and checked 4chan. between 1:30am and 6:45am local time, the hotel up range was banned. I'm surprised there isn't more activity in this thread after that.

>>16429 >Everypony recieves 22 bits except Quill, who recieves 21 bits. >Should have bought that bitcutter back at the flea market...

"Me thinks we go back to hut, ask witch where is cliff."

>>16435 >>16429 >Quill tucks away her bits into her saddlebags, and nods to Prickly and Boulder. "Good idea. Saves trudging forwards blindly, that hasn't really gotten us into anything save trouble."

>>16454 >>16435 >>16427 >Prickly turns and starts trotting down the path back to the hut. Before doing so, she tosses the second apple over to Cross. She waits long enough for him to snarf it down. "Here 'ya go. You outta eat it probably. 'Ya know, just in case. Onward to the hut!" Prickly also eats an apple.

Board has been so dead this week :(

>>16431 Wtf so that's why all my muffins have bites in them.

>>16433 That pony sure likes books.

Murky Christmas, everyone

>>13667 one of us! what have you usualy been posting? looks like tranitors got especially arbitrary

>>13671 I mostly stuck to the foe thread and occasionally posted updates on some of the random crafts I rotate between. I also went to /ck/ to share recipes. These rangebans are fucking dumb and don't stop any shitposting, I checked /mlp/ and half of page 1 was no-effort prompt threads, EQG, and other shitpost threads yet I'm not allowed to post pictures of the plush I'm working on.

>>13672 very cool, anon crafts are great, plushes even moreso we have a deserted bunker for tempo here, you can post your plush there if you want someone will probably repost it in the main thread, several people making content did that, mostly in the snow thread

How can I maintain focus on a tulpa waifu when there are distractio s due to work and everyday life?

Been a whole since I checked up on this thread, apologies for the extended delay. >>14785 Practice, of course. Even mentally strenuous jobs have lots of free moments that you can fill with tulpa thoughts. You can say hello and hug each other on the walk to the bathroom, or while you have lunch. Unfortunately you can only really focus on one thing at a time, and some things must take priority over others. You can decide what you prioritize, though, so don't get yourself down thinking about what you're missing when you could be thinking about your tulpa instead. >>14739 This is the essence of the practice. Coping with reality means you can face it directly, means you can see reality better, reveals that coping and the methods one uses to cope are real. "Pretending" is only a matter of perspective, and the perspective of a tulpamancer is that there is no such thing as pretending, only creating.

>be me >want to create a tulpa to have a pony friend >manage to manifest the pony pretty easily >sad that she doesn't have her friends with her >let her go how do people cope with this, I don't want to make multiple tulpas,at least not yet but I feel terrible each time I try to make one

>>16422 >Sad that she doesn't have her friends with her. So, let her go. Isn't it even more sad to let her go into the ether of non-existance?

>>16423 I picture them coming from my imagination's equestria so for me, they go back there, I can still access them but it feels less tangible than a tulpa

>>16153 The supply mare

Atreyu and Artex

>>16362 dont remind

An attempt has been made.

>>16418 That one's pretty good; shading conveys the geometry well. I like the mane.

What did the Crystal Empire mean by this?

>>14800 >Crystal Empire was once a thriving ancient city of the griffons >Something happened >Ponies wandered along and claimed it and its magic for themselves VGH...

>>14802 >Gryphons aren't actually greedy, they just have some bizarre ingrained coping mechanism for losing the Crystal Empire Could be an interesting idea to develop.

why the writers hated other species that arent horses,this could have griffonstone but no, they thought griffons being jews was funny

Fluffy hugs!

>>16389 Thanks for the green, Auto! Always a pleasure when you're around.

https://w2g.tv/?r=a9kb9rdm2kyk2g7jvc /w2g/ before MareFair! May not be around Saturday night to join in.

>>15512 “You sure you want to do this,” you ask as you park, “you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.” >”It’s taking too long for spring to come, I need to do something before I go mad,” Rosie huffs, “besides- it's the least I could do with all they’re doing for us.” You unbuckle yourself, “Alright, alright.” >The weekend had arrived, and with it, your arrangement with Dawn and Sonata. >After she’s freed herself from her seatbelt, Rosie and you step out of the car and take a look at what you’re dealing with. >It was a two-story house of decent size, reminding you of one of the places you had lived in when you were younger. >A single open garage with a few boxes containing the remainder of what needed to be unpacked scattered about was your entrance into the domicile. >While you’re observing, from around the corner of the door that leads from the garage to inside stepped the white alicorn. >”Oh hello, you’re here early. Thanks for taking the time to drive out to help us.” Dawn said. You wave a hand dismissively as she gestures with her head for you to follow her, “It’s the least we could do, ‘sides, Rosie’s saying she’s starting to come down with a case of cabin fever.” >”I don’t blame her,” she sighs, “this winter feels like it’s taking years to pass.” >The inside of the house is sparsely furnished, which makes sense since they didn’t have much to begin with, and they doubtless don’t have much of an idea where to start- as they’ve only seen your house and more than likely Telmacher’s. >Also of note is the lack of a certain two-tone temptress. >Eh, you’ll probably bump into her eventually. >Dawn walked over a bookshelf with a box of textile bolts next to it, “These are Sonata’s, Rosie, could you start putting these up? If you run out of space and can’t reach higher up, don’t worry about it; stack the remainder to the side, then go ahead and bring in another box from the garage, Sonata will take care of the rest.” >Rosie nodded, and then got to work.

>>16406 and she scampers off for the ice. >Slowly you push yourself up, resting your back against the wall, trying to steady your breathing and heart rate while you wait. >Don’t want to cause any more worry than you already are by having an episode. >You wouldn’t have gotten hurt this bad if you weren’t underweight, your fingers gingerly touch your shoulder, and the swelling that’s formed stings as it meets them. >Just what the hell was Sonata thinking for what she did to seem like a good idea? >Dawn returns with the improvised ice pack, made from ice in a ziplock bag and wrapped in a hand towel. >Fishing out your keys from your pocket, you hold them out for her to take, “Trade you.” >Her aura surrounds the key, which is levitated from your hand and replaced with the ice pack. >Once you press it to your shoulder, she gives you one last look of concern before making her way towards the garage, glowering as she passes Sonata. >Once Dawn is out of view, Sonata comes around the corner and buries her head into your good shoulder. >”I’m sorry, I did it again, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I-I’m…” she mutters as she starts to sob, you can’t really do anything about it since you need to keep pressure on the ice pack, so you just let her get it out of her system. >After a minute or so she calms down, then barely above a whisper asking, “Please don’t hate me, I just wanted you and Dawn to get closer. I didn’t want you to get hurt,” she nuzzles her head into your shoulder further, “You, Dawn, Rosie, I want all of you to be happy.” >The ice pack slumps off your shoulder and into your lap as you take your hand off it to use your now free hand to stroke her mane. “I don’t hate you,” you sigh, “your heart’s in the right place, but you can’t force things like you’re trying to do. You need to let things fall as they may, if it doesn’t work out, well, that’s just how it is.” >The two of you stay like that for a while before you pat her withers. “Mind checking up on Rosie? I’m sure she’s scared stiff, and I need to start applying the ice pack again.”

>>16407 >Her voice is on the verge of breaking, and a sense of guilt and shame hits you like a tidal wave. >You’ve fucked up and became a burden again. … I'm personally not feeling how this update's turned out, which is why I haven't uploaded it to the paste yet.