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Beware the fate of the Rat that lives on the street of the Sun...

This was written with pettiness. I had fun being petty. If that is not your vibe, you can give this a skip.

[Please don't judge me too harshly! I was bored, and on a bus, and I cannot help where my brain drew inspiration from 🙏]

Once upon a time

From the darkness and chaos of ages long past, emerged a town in which creativity, above all things, was revered. Houses were erected and dedicated to genres, legends, styles, and histories - each little house a lovingly crafted representation of its owner's tastes.

The citizens of this town were not especially kind, nor patient, nor steadfast. They were human - quite like you or me.

It was not a town governed by a particularly righteous or wise ruler (no, certainly not wise), but the rules of community were strictly enforced. Not by violence, mind you, they were enforced by tokens of admiration, friendship, and solidarity.

And the withholding thereof.

Now, in this little town, there was a quaint little street, inhabited by those who dedicated their creativity to the Sun. Some revered its body, for all its frightful glory. Some considered our beloved star lonely, and contrived to find it an equal to dote upon. Yet others dedicated their creations to those who had been scorched by its unforgiving rays.

Disparate though these various approaches were, it was a peaceful little street. Located in a district that contained within itself an enormous diversity of thought. Disagreement was tolerated. Disrespect was not…

In this little street there lived a lady. This lady dedicated her creations to imagining the future. After all, it was known that the great Sun could not burn forever. So what would take its place? What would inherit its reign?

This lady was not the only citizen on the street of the Sun to take up this pursuit, but she was particularly passionate in her approach. Though she may once have had an audience, her incessant screeching had driven all admirers away: “No! No! No! The rays of the Sun cannot shine silver! Only Gold!” She would scream.

“The future of the Sun is GOLD!”

People avoided her house. Their steps sped up when forced to cross her sidewalk, and they stuffed their fingers in their ears when she approached - for none in town had moved there to be so restricted by another. Despite their best efforts, however, the lady would not be so easily ignored. Soon vandalism became a common crime committed on the street of the Sun. Messages of support, sent with love in paper planes had always been encouraged - but now, bricks were tossed through windows carrying messages of vile hatred: “The rays of the Sun CANNOT be silver!” they would read - alongside wishes of death and misery.

All the neighbors knew who the vandal was. Everyone kept ignoring the angry lady, but you see, art of any form is created with love. The people of the town had not moved there to be so restricted by another, and for many it was galling that a place built for them to feel safe in their creations would be so blighted by arrogance. So some neighbors met bricks with bricks. Others would warn newcomers of potential discomfort.

Animosity grew, and the lady got nowhere in her quest for dominance. So she boiled in her own bitterness, and eventually it consumed her. Striped from her the joys of creation, and left only rage.

One night, all the neighbors were awoken to the sound of a roaring fire! They rushed to their porches and saw, at the end of the street, the vandals house was burning. On the grass, in front of the house, stood a lonely figure. Small, and defeated.

"Look at what you did," She wept bitterly, pointing at her neighbours "look at what you made me do! You would not listen to me. You would not do what I told you to. You stole from me my ideas, my precious creativity!

You made me burn down my own house!"

And then, she was gone.

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The street was peaceful, following the lady's departure. Not perfect, mind you - some impressionable minds had watched the chaos unfold and sought to emulate her behaviour - but the neighbors moved on. They kept creating.

People soon came to realize, however, that while the lady might be homeless, she still lingered. The random acts of vandalism soon commenced once more.

"Did she turn into a ghost?" An ashen-silver haired girl asked her father.

"No darling. Ghosts are mysterious. And elegant." He bent down to her level, amber eyes gleaming with love for his only child, "This behaviour is more akin to that of a rat. We know it is there, but we cannot be sure where it lives. We merely hear its scratching every now and then."

"Ew, gross!" The little girl giggled, before becoming complative once more. "Pappa, why did she burn down her own house?"

"It was an act of cowardice, my dear. It is a lot easier to be mean and critical about the creations of others if your own are not subject to scrutiny. "

And so the warning was understood, in the little town, built by those who revered creativity - do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

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Making light of female genital mutilation is a new low for Katya.

Jesus.

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bitch this is not an “acephobia” if you’re not asexual 🤣

Look at your own shitty drawings, how the fuck THIS matches with “asexuality” you stupid pervertika?

Katya being too stupid to research asexuals, or speak to any of us. Par for the course

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Oh maybe it wasn’t your hands cut off, but some… female parts? Or both. Sorry not sorry. You’re still not asexual, it called “disability”, pervertika.

disgusting remark, considering this is an act of hatred perpetrated against a huge number of women in this world, and also considering how many asexuals are threatened with this "punishment" irl

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Are you declaring yourself as “asexual” bc you’re a virgin in your 30’s? No you’re just ugly broke white trash who unable to build a relationship irl. I bet you’re overweight 🤭

no. You’re not ace, you’re a loser and no one wants you.

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Now she's adding acephobia, fat phobia, racism and hatred of poor people to her already stellar personality... amazing

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You draw an enormous amount of sexuality explicit content like an ordinary heterosexual teen girl secretly fantasising about two men fucking her and each other in front of her. Collars, dildos, bondages, etc… What kind of “asexual” are you? 🤣

You’re a pervert. Awfully low-skilled untalented pervert.

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Are you ASEXUAL???

Bitch you better be joking! Do you know the definition of “asexuality”?

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STafF plS hElp I am BeiNg bUlliEd heeeeeeeeLp

It’s not “harassment”. It is called criticism babe 🌺 I’m your the most sincere critic and you should be grateful for that!

Bitch

Your criticism means fuckall if you create nothing yourself.

Hope this helps

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@staff this person is still harassing me, and your report function still does not work.

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Wish I had a fraction of Katya's time and energy I could use outside of work, but at least I have an imagination, original ideas, and I don't act like a snotty ten year old 🥰

True that!!

Me being in possession of a life and a soul really does limit the amount of harassment I get done in life. Sad 😔

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Just a reminder - this person has never created anything beautiful in their lives, continually proves she has not one (1) original thought in her head, and was too spineless to defend her own blog from the horrors of minimal notes 😱

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Oh staff help me help me this person threatens meeeeee *baby crying sound*

Ha ha

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Okay, here is an instruction, following it will be really easy even for a stupid jerk like you:

1. Ask one of your so called friends to send you an anonymous ask. Random shit like “helooo laurik your art is not shit”!

2. Once you receive it, report it.

3. Check if friend is blocked now.

Answer will be no. This doesn’t work.

no.

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@staff There seems to be an issue with Tumblr's "report" function. Anyone else experiencing this? I have made multiple attempts...

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12th block

1 - Katya despises women, and being a woman, so much that she thinks linking me to female anatomy is an insult somehow 🙄

2 - Katya is a failed Regina George Impersonator, so thinks someone else not having made 12 different fake accounts in order to be able to harass someone is somehow a negative reflection on their character.

I really do hope this account is able to convey accurately how much of a sad sack of shit this bitch is.

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