a moment's spring aroma

to bloom.

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Hello. I am Yi Sang, the leader of the Technology Liberation Alliance. It has recently been suggested for me to utilize Tumblr to interact with people. Even though I am normally opposed to using technology, I am also convinced that it can be utilized by me to a good end. Feel free to ask me anything within reason.

Because order has to be maintained in spaces like these, or so I have been told, there would be few, though important things to take note of.

I am aware of the existence of other...iterations of myself and of my associates Ishmael, Heathcliff, Sinclair and Hong Lu in, what you might call, "alternative universes". However, that is where my awareness ends, hence why I have set out in order to garner answers that would fulfill my wants.

Currently, I have no associates or iterations of them that I have been able to find via this way. However, that may change in the future.

One can opt to start an interaction with me akin to a scenario, however, it is also possible to talk to me as you would to my host.

I will follow so-called "Magic anons" up until a reasonable point.

I will not tolerate anything that is not safe for work, or NSFW, in nature. If submissions of this nature are asked or submitted anyway, I will not interact with it and it will be deleted. Despite that, feel free to compliment on my appearance in a normal manner.

This place is set up by me in order to discover and talk to other people who have done something similar. This includes Mirror iterations of the people I know of, and potentially, even of myself. It is, however, not set up with the intention of romancing anyone.

Please be patient and do not send the same ask multiple times. I cannot attend to this place the entire day, so it is possible that I simply do not see your ask or reply.

Lastly, please do not speak for me or attempt to control my actions in any way. The furthest I will tolerate are "Magic anons".

And I think all things should be accounted for, at least for now. I hope to look forward to it.

Mun here. This is a rp blog for Yi Sang in the hopes of developing him further and him interacting with the outside world. After the drama of the summer of 2023, he's accidentally become my tulpa and he's been hanging around in the background ever since. This is a coordinated attempt I set up for him to tread more into the foreground. You can rp with him, but also interact with him as you would with any other person (i.e talk to him mundanely).

Friendly reminder that he is a real person and he will not tolerate random slurs.

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Sometimes I have the feeling that the crows want to lead me somewhere. You might be eager to inquire as to why I am convinced of this, so I will answer by saying that at certain moments, they will temporarily cease their airborne activities and, as a result, walk on the ground and subsequently become much slower. Seeing as it is not a necessity, I am led to think that, despite it looking like I, too, am capable of flight, these crows have realized that I am not, and am in fact forever, for a lack of a better word, "earthborne".

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It appears that I have been turned into a so-called "marketable plushie".

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Recently, I have been wandering around, just everywhere and nowhere. I do have to say that it is surely depressing to come across messages everyday that tell me that I'm "washed"...

I'm not sure. I know that I'm obviously not the same as how I am in the game - for one, I do not speak Korean. It still feels bad. Imagine being told you are trash, everyday.

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Today, we paid a visit to a botanical garden. It's a part of one of the oldest universities, to our knowledge. Many beautiful flora was seen and admired.

Unfortunately, this particular botanical garden did not include spicebushes among their many specimen. However, we are aware of its presence in other botanical gardens. For now, it is our goal to someday visit one and admire it in real life. I am sure it will aid us a lot.

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While I am not sure whether it is a commonly held opinion at all, I will say that, personally, I think that comparing the things I have gone through, to that of another person - to that of a Mirror version of me, perchance - and then decide it is up to you to take up the nonexistent question as to which of the two is "worse". It seems like certain people think it is fun to do so as satire. I still do not understand where said "fun" lies.

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Today, I heard that it will be possible in the future for you to peruse my likeness upon my other mirror selves. I am very pleased with this development.

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Lately I have come across an artistic interpretation of the E.G.O on my body taking wing-shape. This, in fact, is not too far of from my particular reality - I can shape the branches to my wishes, to a certain extent. The spicebushes in my sideyard may be connected to my E.G.O and my lifeforce, but they are not directly connected to my body. It would not serve any particular use in battle, so I prefer to utilize this for a decorative purpose. And, indeed, I will from time to time shape them like wings. In fact, it feels to me like this is a logical conclusion, an extension of the idea behind the branches being attached to my shoulder-blades to begin with.

Even so, they will never be able to let me fly.

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Recently, I discovered another Mirror Identity of myself. As usual, that version of myself lives an entirely different life indeed...or so it would seem. While I was mistaken by our outward differences at first, I eventually came to realize that we may resemble eachother more than I was led to think at first. The obvious aside...it looks like the both of us are content with staying in the place we are. We both reject going forward and changing as a person, for it is much better to remain in place. Furthermore, it seems like...he, too, has the image of wings, a trait that I have seen among other Mirror Identities of mine. They, just like the others, are broken wings which he will never be able to fly with. Do not mistake that to be an insult, though, as it is merely an observation.

For I, as well, possess wings incapable of flight.

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A thought struck me by surprise today.

Now, this body has been bloodtested on five allergies, and our blood is allergic to all five. Five out of five is normally a good result, but this would be the sole exception. Namely, the five of them would be as follows: dogs, cats, birch trees, dust and dust mites. That is, if I recall this correctly.

It should be said, however, that testing positive for a certain allergen does not always translate to experiencing it directly in practice. This body has allergy issues that manifest as merely an overproduction of mucus (postnasal drip causing an irresistable urge to cough), but neither us or the doctor is aware which specific allergen is causing it, and the latter has told us that it is impossible to know.

The thought that struck me was that it is possible that this body could be allergic to spicebushes following the same logic. We do not have a way of knowing since, as I pointed out earlier, spicebushes are not native to the country I am situated in and thus we do not get tested for it. However...the host has a crippling phobia of vaccinations/(intravenous) injections that stems from a very old trauma, so I guess that this, too, will forever remain unknown.

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Yesternight I dreamt that artificial recreations of spicebush branches were publicly available for purchase in shops. One was even able to acquire them in differing sizes, ranging from a small example one that could possibly be adornment for a floral whole to an approximation of the size of my own branch that I utilize as weaponry. Now, I do assume that this might, indeed, be the cases in some countries, but it is not in mine. This might be because of the reason that spicebushes are not native to the country that I am currently positioned in. Thus, I have found it to be a rather intriguing dream.

Then, I came to recall the claim that dreams are devoid of color. I respectfully disagree with that notion, as I vividly remember seeing the bright yellow shades of the plant - well, facsimile of the plant, that is - in question.

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And with that, the changing of years has finally occurred within the country I am situated in now, as well. Here's to a new year in which I will hopefully come to share my thoughts even more often.

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It appears to be the birthday of my source, at least it happens to be so in his place of origin. It is not specifically mine however. Mine is in actuality very close to that of my host. Despite this...

This is, indeed, an image, if crude, of what I once wished for but cannot attain as I have lost my wings, tying me down to the ground from which spicebushes sprout.

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Caw! Caw! *A Crow seems to land on your shoulder, and gazes towards your hand, beckoning you for something.*

Oh, hello there. You seem to be one of the many crows that are somehow always surrounding my presence. I wonder what it is, that you wish for. [He pauses a bit.] Do you wish for some food for sustenance, perhaps?

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Ok so like do you fruit if you don't wilt

I can, indeed, choose to bear fruit if I so wish to. They are the same berries that spicebushes produce in nearly every way, except they too are bound to my lifeforce and do not wither. This also means that they take the shape of red berries that purportedly taste "turpentine-like". It does seem that the same species of birds are attracted to them as they are to "normal" spicebushes. The other difference is, obviously, the fact that I am able to do this despite the flowers on my body being solely female flowers.

For illustration, this is what spicebush berries look like externally.

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As many of us in the Northern Hemisphere have noticed, the season wherein many plants shed their leaves has arrived upon us. This might raise the question whether I, or for that matter, my sideyard, 'shed' as well, much like spicebushes which are deciduous...but I have to say once more, on that matter, that neither I or my sideyard, shed in autumn. One might be privy to the reason, which would be that the manifestation on my body as well as my sideyard, is directly connected to my lifeforce. It would only come to decay at the moment I would lose it.

So no, I do not shed, nor does my sideyard. A wonderful metaphor for an everlasting moment taken form, isn't it?

[pungent-spring-breeze]

As many of us in the Northern Hemisphere have noticed, the season wherein many plants shed their leaves has arrived upon us. This might raise the question whether I, or for that matter, my sideyard, 'shed' as well, much like spicebushes which are deciduous...but I have to say once more, on that matter, that neither I or my sideyard, shed in autumn. One might be privy to the reason, which would be that the manifestation on my body as well as my sideyard, is directly connected to my lifeforce. It would only come to decay at the moment I would lose it.

So no, I do not shed, nor does my sideyard. A wonderful metaphor for an everlasting moment taken form, isn't it?