#imaginary friend
As a kid I had an imaginary friend. I named him Cold Ice. Which is rather silly, I know. But mind that I’m Ukrainian and English doesn’t sound domestic for me. Cold Ice was a main character of my stories and someone I can talk to at the same time. Obviously, it was a figment of my imagination. Nosferatu the fallen angel and whatever else he was - such romantic combination you can only pick when you’re 14. Oh, did I say “he”? It’s not quite correct, though, since Cold Ice doesn’t have any gender.
Did you have imaginary friends?
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Aujourd’hui mon personnage Bichon de ma BD éponyme se prête au challenge Six Fanarts en incarnant les émotions du film Vice-versa de Pixar avec son amie imaginaire la Princesse Ploum!
Adoptable designs from last year. They’re Naluri species. Description of Naluri species is under the cut, for anyone interested.
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.:Lore
Naluri are guardians that raise living things in their early years.
They may take care of humans, animals, plants and everything in between.
They keep their ward safe and advise them through obstacles to stay alive. Usually they can’t be seen but they can be heard,by speaking into their microphones and broadcasting from their halos.
They need this as they exist in a separate plane. Some call them the voices in one’s head, or instinct.
Naluri will guide only younglings and move on to the next, but there are cases of Naluri who become loyally attached to their ward and access freedom, staying with them for longer than they should. These are the heterochromic ones.
Heterochromic Naluri can allow themselves to be seen by their ward and can even physically interact with them. They sacrifice one of their eyes to grant their ward the ability to see them and to physically interact with them. The sacrificed eye may have a black sclera.
.:Appearance
They are identifiable by their speaker halos and microphones. The microphones vary from retro to modern. The halos contain a speaker.
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for Weird Sister
The Fake People I’ve Loved: My Three Imaginary Feminist Boyfriends, Michele Bachmann, and Me
The story went like this: Camilo waited for me at the park next to my house every day after school. He brought Bon Bon Bum (look it up), cigarettes, and his tongue inside my mouth. He said, Quibo, qué mas? I like you. After he left I walked two blocks north to another park where Pablo under a hoodie munched Sparkies, also smoked cigarettes (although red Marlboros, so ew), and wrote me—ME who was barely twelve—a love poem. It was heaven-like. I was twelve and totally ki-lling it. My friends envied me! Should I tell you about Darío, my third boyfriend? Darío in a leatherjacket while I stroked his greasy brown hair, a leftist revolutionary wearing Zapatista shirts, a beard, etc.… I had not one, not two, but un-dos-TRES boyfriends (I know, and there you sat thinking I was just an angry lesbian).
The next day I arrived early and giddy from so much excitement at my all-girl Catholic school. Really quick: picture nuns, picture impeccable uniform, picture Jesús bleeding from the cross everywhere you look, picture this humble narrator in a ponytail and yellow headband (the 90s mi reina). Amén. Inside the classroom I whispered to all my girlfriends about my romantic whereabouts the night before. His tongue! His mouth! His index finger! His poetry! I showed them the poem, a letter, and the plastic wrap of the Bon Bon Bum as proof of my escapades. Sometimes this was enough, and by the end of first period most of them believed my triumphant romances. Other times, some girls’ skepticism made me repeat Uva Curuba Uva until my upper lip folded into two perfect semicircles proving I was not a mouth virgin, proving I was kissed the night before.
Sidenote: Uva Curuba Uva was a game some girls played in their prepubescent years asking each other to say that phrase over and over, and if your upper lip folded into two perfect semicircles at the center you were not a mouth virgin, someone had kissed you. You earned a new status, etc. I know, go figure.
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“Supernatural has a gif for everything” even Aoyama’s funeral.
I had an imaginary friend when I was younger, Her name was Kelly, She looked a little like me when I was a kid but different.
She didn’t look like this (picture below) but I decided to turn her into some kinda oc (because this was originally gonna be how I drew little me but I decided against it cause that isn’t what I looked like but I loved the design)
