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Bought, sold, and stolen Fursonas
13 years ago
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Okay more mysteries of the fandom I need explained to me. Few months back someone (being a troll) told me they were going to steal my fursona. Which resulted in me going WTF? I told them go ahead, hope you get a good price at the pawn shop. Then later I heard someone complaining that their fursona had indeed been stolen. . . this made me wonder how? Total Recall memory erasing, back alley brain surgery, or some furry brain cell destroying drug? Then someone pointed me to a fursona auction and part of me died inside.
Have we become so sad and lazy that we can't imagine for ourselves any more?
* picks up a nine tailed pink fox by the tails which squirms around tying to bite at the hand that has her * See this, this is my fursona, she is a product of my imagination. * she gets loose and bitebitebites all over my face * Ahhhh get her off, get her off, my face, oh god my face. * throws bacon across the room to distract her *
Even if you made a furson of a fat pink nine tailed fox named Syndy you won't have MY fursona. That will be YOUR fursona. My fursona lives inside my head, she is a part of me. In a spiritual sense, if you are into that she is the better part of my soul. I created her to be the me I want to be. (And not the opposite sex: a kinder, happier, and more fun loving version of me.) She can't be bought and sold, she can't be stolen. You can try and copier her but she will always be better than a copy because she is produced from imagination, not an imagined idea of my imagination.
To anyone that believes that their fursona has been stolen, close your eyes, breath deep and see if they are still there in your mind's eye. I'd be quite surprised if you don't find them there. Now go forth and be the best you that you can be.
To people that buy a fursona. . . READ A BOOK! That forces you to use your imagination. After you have built up your imagination muscles make your own fursona. All you bought was a piece of artwork and a character description. That isn't a fursona, a fursona is you, the you that you want the world to see.
Have we become so sad and lazy that we can't imagine for ourselves any more?
* picks up a nine tailed pink fox by the tails which squirms around tying to bite at the hand that has her * See this, this is my fursona, she is a product of my imagination. * she gets loose and bitebitebites all over my face * Ahhhh get her off, get her off, my face, oh god my face. * throws bacon across the room to distract her *
Even if you made a furson of a fat pink nine tailed fox named Syndy you won't have MY fursona. That will be YOUR fursona. My fursona lives inside my head, she is a part of me. In a spiritual sense, if you are into that she is the better part of my soul. I created her to be the me I want to be. (And not the opposite sex: a kinder, happier, and more fun loving version of me.) She can't be bought and sold, she can't be stolen. You can try and copier her but she will always be better than a copy because she is produced from imagination, not an imagined idea of my imagination.
To anyone that believes that their fursona has been stolen, close your eyes, breath deep and see if they are still there in your mind's eye. I'd be quite surprised if you don't find them there. Now go forth and be the best you that you can be.
To people that buy a fursona. . . READ A BOOK! That forces you to use your imagination. After you have built up your imagination muscles make your own fursona. All you bought was a piece of artwork and a character description. That isn't a fursona, a fursona is you, the you that you want the world to see.
This fursona is also by whom you go by online
when people go to DA or LJ or FB or what ever
they might run by the pink, nine tailed, rambunctious lil vixen with similar if not stolen art and name. And begin being what and whom you are now here on FA
Had that issue happen to me after a dick tried being blimpwolf, posting art that was given to BW on the troll/fake BW's DA, Thanks to me and a few others, the dick of a troll has disappeared only to pretend to be me on Facebook, and other such places.