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the point of art is not to be great but to make it transparently obvious that there is something wrong with you

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Tie Whumpee down outside, their back exposed to harsh sun or freezing rain, their knees blistering against baked sand or course, pebbled dirt.

Leave them there for a day or two without food or water. Then see how desperate they are for a little kindness.

Sincerely, A Thoughtful Whumper

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COURT UPDATE AMENDMENT

Here is the fundraiser I mentioned in my original court update post...it's a lot in a short amount of time so if you can't donate, I understand, just send me hugs and spread this. 💖

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COURT UPDATE

SO...the sentence got lengthened, and I hear you, "but Skittles, why the green text?"

BECAUSE the sentence got changed from 30 days in jail to 6 months of unsupervised parole. That includes passing 3 UAs (not an issue, haven't touched anything since the incident) and a fine.

I'm getting a slap on the wrist.

As of May 1st once I pop clean on my first UA, I can FINALLY MOVE!!!

I will be making a new gofundme to start raising funds for the court costs (fine, court costs, attorney fee). So please stay tuned for that post.

Thank you all who have supported me throughout this arduous process, it's been stressful to the point of literally giving me more gray hairs. But I'm standing at the threshold of the tunnel, just need a couple steps and I'm in the light. 💞💖💞

Those who have pending artwork, it will get done, just Koda and I have been so stressed out over all of this that we've been lagging behind. Thank you for your patience. 💞💖🙏💖💞

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Lets create a house where yelling means we’re having fun. When you hear a door slam you know it was accidentally pulled with too much strength, not slammed out of anger. When there is silence, it is Contentment, not another passive aggressive fight. The dog is no longer barking to protect, he simply just wants the cats to play with him. Let’s create a safe, warm environment that makes you feel like you can breathe, not hold your breath. Let’s stomp on the eggshells we use to tip toe on. Together we will make this house into a home. And welcome all with open arms into this kind and loving space.

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i realllly wish there was more diversity in whump (as all 3 main roles but especially whumpee). i'm not tryna say that the characters or their creators are bad or evil at all but it does get kind of old when the overwhelming majority of characters in whump are "skinny, usually white, male."

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What about caretakers who were former guard dog whumpees?

Or whumpers who were former guard dog whumpees??

What about them. Because that's in a way interesting though to me personally.

Just looking at the characters, the character (caretaker) that rose to be either better than they were before whether healed or unhealed with trauma and wished to help those who were in the same situation they were. Or to be worse (whumper) than they were before due to it and wanting to install the same fear and trauma to others in the way they had been done dirty.

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there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago

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What WERE those superfluous aspects of Tonitrui historical culture?

Before the death of their own creator, tonitrui culture was as vibrant and varied in custom and belief as any other you see among humans. Most of the hunter-gatherer tribes worshiped seasonal gods, with each population attributing different names and characteristics to these figures.

For some the winter was kind, a god of slumber and rejuvenation, of making tight knots and steadfast bonds, of art and music and story. For others winter was a god of trials, of enduring punishment after punishment like a rain of whips, this god could be the sternest of them all, but yet remained a teacher in how it brought light to shadowed flaws and weakness. And while it is obvious the gods of summer would often be distributors of bounty and respite, sometimes this god would also be a devil of its own, raising fiery tempers, striking blight and drought, and sparking wars and murder.

Each season demanded its own sacrifice, ofttimes in fall it would be hair, in winter it would be food (especially rendered fat to be burned in intricate conflagrations), in spring it would be flowers plucked before they could fruit, and in summer it would be blood of the unborn and born both. But the whims of these gods could change, they might demand a more indulgent gift one year, or an entirely different sort the next.

Those that traveled a solitary and nomadic path as soothsayer were simultaneously adored and feared and hated, and rarely spent more than a few years with one tribe before fortune drove them on again. The most renowned of them were known to have great wars fought over them, or were bribed with all the material gifts that could be offered, but they were never harmed nor threatened, for the lie of a soothsayer was the greatest of curses.

Pic: Nilgai wearing a reconstructed soothsayer mask and burning tallow candles. Amidst civil war, plague and famine, there has been an increasing resurgence in heretical practices

As the coastal tribes transitioned into more sedentary and permanent villages which gave rise to agriculture and monarchism, their spiritualism calcified into finite forms. A myriad of interpretations and faces and names for the gods all informed by the specific culture of a tribe as well as their history and the lands they hunted were progressively funneled and congealed until but one absolute form remained. Of course bitter debates and battles were raged over the particular aspects, but once the custom of kings began, the ever changing became shackled to the earth. It was known that each god had one name and two heads, one of ill and one of fortune, and when they walked upon the land, the kingdom must attract the attention of the glad countenance, and distract the cruel face so it looked away. Much was said on the folly of dividing the gods in this way, that the cruel aspects were just as vital as the supposedly kind, that it would make the kingdom weak if it was never tested with raging wildfires nor floods nor plague.

When their creator came to walk among them, belief in the divine quartet could hardly stand up to miracles made flesh. This centralized religion was quickly shattered, and the result was a cultural maelstrom, with the god-king standing within the center. After the murder of the tonitrui creator, there was a spiritual void. The very idea of worship became distasteful after such betrayal and grief, and for most it would have been hollow belief, and so the old gods became childrens stories, and spirits to sometimes wish to for luck, but little else.

Following this, tonitrui culture became far more imperialistic. Kings were gods unto themselves, their words infallible, their arms as long as the march of their soldiers. The remaining nomadic tribes in the southlands were eaten up by conquest, and a generations spanning war was held between the southern kingdom and the loose coalition of tribes in the north. After many years the kingdom won out and occupied the land, forcing its many customs upon the inhabitants and stomping down on the old beliefs, which were now seen as foolish heresy that must be replaced with complete obeisance and worship to the king. Seasonal sacrifices were replaced with taxes and military drafting, and belief in the quartet gods was limited to underground communities which met in secret, or the most isolated of northern tribes.

These three great shifts in tonitrui society progressively stunted the culture of its own people. Many customs were abandoned or stamped out alongside the gods, and only remain as sanitized vestiges, with little memory as to their original significance. Before tail docking became all but compulsory, marriage rites were taken by tying a couples tails together with an intricate knot that must be slowly unwound day by day for a week. Tail dancing or flagging similar to ribbon dancing was also commonplace, and some even had their tails broken and set in specific positions to indicate their role in society.

Pic: Newlyweds with tied tails

Horns, meanwhile, were always used as pedestals for artistic expression. The buds of children could be split down the middle to create the illusion of four horns as they grew, each one bearing its own prayer to a god of the quartet. They could be carved or notched or woven with thread between each horn to indicate social rank, or to display a number of feats such as how many lives a warrior had taken in battle, or how many children one had (by their nature tonitrui have a low birthrate, high infant mortality, and slow maturation, children aren't named until their first birthday, and fertility is seen as one of the most important aspects of ones role in society).

Pic: A woman with split horns

There were also snout flutes, made by carving holes through the nasal bone, and played through a series of snorts. Tonitrui are already predisposed to a number of nasal infections which can sometimes lead to flesh eating disease in coastal territories with high humidity, so this custom was thoroughly stamped out for fear of the necessary body modification exacerbating such a condition.

Monarchistic tonitrui culture is quite focused on preserving the body as a tool for society, either in its role as a soldier, for procreation, or production, all with the goal of keeping a healthy population for which to secure and expand its territory. As such there is a cultural preoccupation with cleanliness, nutrition, and general health, with a strong distaste for anything considered too indulgent or gratuitous. The body must be kept whole, for there is no veil between the physical and mental self, and when one harms their own body in any permanent or unnecessary way, they also alter their own nature. Scars and significant injuries are seen to fracture the wholeness of oneself, and can lead to unstable temperaments. These traits are only admired in soldiers, whose physical sacrifice to the state purifies any subsequent metaphysical harm. The body must be kept healthy specifically so that the monarchy can choose when it can be broken. Thus the oldest tonitrui tradition of sacrifice is perverted, stripped of its intrapersonal narrative.

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Some fan art of @whump-queen 's Demon Avatar <3 It's been alot of fun to work on :3

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COURT UPDATE

GUILTY

I have 14 days to come up with a certain amount of money (already being dealt with) or else I have to turn myself in for 30 days of jail time.

When I pay, my case will be brought to the district level for a jury-attended trial for a different verdict.

The judge said my testimony wasn't credible because Lily (my ex-wife) and I were still cohabitating.

I fucking hate this town.

I am not ok.

If anyone would like to donate in case any more fees come my way or simply to help me exist during this time, here is my cashapp: $JuggernautShark (listed as Cristofer Ferree, my deadname).

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ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be a stressed adult male protagonist splashing water on his face in the bathroom

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arms tied above head wins horniest arrangement at torturers' choice awards

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Pin for survivors

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putting my OCs in Situations

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if you follow me, please read.

the mass reporting has started up again (combined, obviously, with the anon hate), and it's only a matter of time before this blog is taken down too. so someone on my server helped me come up with what seems to be the best solution.

two things:

i am moving to a new main blog. this one will be privated, not deleted, and only i will be able to access it. on the new main blog, i will only be posting SFW content, nothing that could be reported unless someone is filing a false or malicious report.

i am creating a password protected blog where i will only post NSFW content, including the type that i'm being targeted for. this blog will not appear in search results unless you are following me (so it WILL be marked as Mature), and only people with the password can access it.

believe me, i hate doing this so soon after remaking. but yall have seen where this is going and i need to act now before i lose everything again.

i will drop the link to the new main blog on here. there's no point in trying to keep it private since i'm going to be posting SFW content in the tags.

for all those who are disgusted by me and still reading this for some reason, just block that blog when you see the link.

i will ONLY give out the password to the NSFW blog to people i know and trust. if you would like access to the NSFW blog, leave a 👁️ in the replies on this post.

i wish i could just give it out to everyone, but at this point, i have to suspect that someone is hate following me and would ask for the link -- and if i just give it out willy nilly, i could end up with the same problem again.

i will go through the replies on this post periodically and DM whoever i know/trust well enough. if i can't DM you, i will try to @ you and ask for you to turn DMs on. if i can't @ you, i don't have any other way.

let's hope this is the last time, yall. let's hope this is the one.