Megathread The Pooner Zoo - A thread for collecting wild Pooners and posting OC Pooners, and anything Pooner related

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Think i got a little carried away here. I might retry it not on mobile

(My schizo story for the tower)

"The gnawing of the rats unbind my seams, pulling away the threads I stitched upon myself. They scratch and scratch upon the walls of the tower trying to escape. I tried to take myself apart to make me whole, but alas I was a fool. A piece that can never belong that prays daily for its own end. It contorts upon its own scars, curling into an abject horror that I fail to recognize as human. The rats are displeased.

As I walk the streets, the passersby pay little mind to me but glance upon me and the look within their discerning eyes tell me "I know the truth."

To speak to them, I must mutter my garbled words and if they were fooled before, they are not now. The strangers then tell me who I am with meaning no offense . Who I was born as. Who I always will be. Man has tried to defy nature since the dawn of time and all have failed. For she is wiser than all. Wiser than me.

Such a monstrosity I am. I cannot turn back. I cannot harbor regret now. I will lose all I have gained if I remove the blinds from my eyes. If I let the persistent rats gnaw their way to freedom. So I slink back. Back within the tower. The tower of my own misery made from my own creation. There is no Euphoria here for I am still perceived. "
It's haunting and terrifying. I LOVE it.

@CrispyLegs That is a super cute lil dood!
 
I have completed the tenth Tarot card "The Wheel of Fortune". I had to make this canvas size a bit bigger to give space to encompass everything because it is a pretty packed card.

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Please bear with me while I explain each section of the card.

Center
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The middle part shows that there are four essential things every Pooner needs: Phallo/Packer, Yaoi, Boymoder Hoodie, and T shots.

The lettering in the outer part of the circle is T and the three letters of AGP in Hebrew(the translation is very inaccurate but I’m just not giving the Israelites my time of day, I’m sorry)

Above the circle, we have a Pharaoh Rat holding a Phallo shiv to protect Pooner.

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The woman is Dr Yeets the Teets as Anubis. She is a fallen angel who exists to tempt Pooners into self-harm. She carries a doubled-ended scythe with blood on it looking for the next Pooner to harm. As you can see, The Pooner cherubs are desperately climbing the clouds and crying out to her. They are also equipped with phallo wings.

Bottom left
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We have a rat being eaten by a Poonoborous one-eyed snake inspired by @Littlest Pooner . The snake represents MtF while the meek white rat represents FtM. Essentially the symbology I was trying to show here is that MtF trans are aggressive and always demanding the spotlight so they show no remorse and are willing to destroy their fellow allies for attention.

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The one-eyed mutilated snake is a representation of Alice becoming a eunuch.


Top left:
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Here, we have sideshow Alice who snuck into the heavens wearing a Victoria Secret Angel costume he stole from Party City. He is laughing at the chaos going on at the Pooners being tempted and shows no remorse for Alice does not care.

Top Right:
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We have a fellow Farmer chilling drinking out of his Kiwi Mug reading out of the DSM-4 :)
 
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This "trans man" who has had her tits chopped off but taking "T" is just too much is having a good old snot nosed cry because "he" has been misgendered.

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Just to derail the wonderful way this thread is going (can finally type in here again - Amazing work, @Salvador Dali ) cross post from another thread. Doodly manbroking Pooner heccin' sick of the misgenderinz! 🥺
 
Idea for a new pooner, if any of you are familiar with the story of bluebeard just have the normal pooner with a pube dyed blue fuzz and have Alice discovering the room with a punch of packers and fake peens on meat hooks and tables. I’m not artistic enough to draw it out but I remembered the story and laughed my ass off thinking about it.
 
How do you know the existence of this thread in the first place isn't the will of Poonabaoth manifesting Doodself in our dimension? 😨
The speed at which this thread moved from a mention in passing of Poonabaoth to the construction of a Pooner Tarot and the sheer vision and symbolism involved in the designs has pretty much confirmed this to me already.
View attachment 4889488

Think i got a little carried away here. I might retry it not on mobile

(My schizo story for the tower)

"The gnawing of the rats unbind my seams, pulling away the threads I stitched upon myself. They scratch and scratch upon the walls of the tower trying to escape. I tried to take myself apart to make me whole, but alas I was a fool. A piece that can never belong that prays daily for its own end. It contorts upon its own scars, curling into an abject horror that I fail to recognize as human. The rats are displeased.

As I walk the streets, the passersby pay little mind to me but glance upon me and the look within their discerning eyes tell me "I know the truth."

To speak to them, I must mutter my garbled words and if they were fooled before, they are not now. The strangers then tell me who I am with meaning no offense . Who I was born as. Who I always will be. Man has tried to defy nature since the dawn of time and all have failed. For she is wiser than all. Wiser than me.

Such a monstrosity I am. I cannot turn back. I cannot harbor regret now. I will lose all I have gained if I remove the blinds from my eyes. If I let the persistent rats gnaw their way to freedom. So I slink back. Back within the tower. The tower of my own misery made from my own creation. There is no Euphoria here for I am still perceived. "
These are fantastic, all the designs so far, I continue to be impressed, and a little unnerved by this, I was half joking but I think we're tapping into something, not sure what (or more correctly how to word it) but I'm extremely impressed and awed by the talent and artistry here.
This thread is something else.
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Unrelated phone posting. This one needs more work but I'm at an impasse.

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Death, a glance into reality. The rats hold the mirror and are somber to show solidarity for they must assist their mistress in coming to terms with herself. They force her. Force her to view her facade. View her true self that always was. Force her to view the marks of Gyn. It has been there since she was within the womb. It will always be there. It is written in a language we are wired to know on instinct. She sees it now. She is stuck in horror as a fragile female returns her sullen gaze. Her heart beat quickens. The rats lay down their intentions. She knows death must occur. Death of ego, or death of self. The rats refuse to let her live in denial any longer. She fears what will happen if she disobeys. They are no longer willing to negotiate.
 
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Unrelated phone posting. This one needs more work but I'm at an impasse.


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Death, a glance into reality. The rats hold the mirror and are somber to show solidarity for they must assist their mistress in coming to terms with herself. They force her to view her facade. View her true self that always was. Force her to view the marks of Gyn. It has been there since she was within the womb. It will always be there. It is written in a language we are wired to know on instinct. She sees it now. She is stuck in horror. For she knows death must occur. Death of ego, or death of self. The rats refuse to let her live in denial any longer and she fears what will happen if she disobeys.
The sorrowful rat, skinned arm and slightly puffy hand are just superb
 
Unrelated phone posting. This one needs more work but I'm at an impasse.


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Death, a glance into reality. The rats hold the mirror and are somber to show solidarity for they must assist their mistress in coming to terms with herself. They force her to view her facade. View her true self that always was. Force her to view the marks of Gyn. It has been there since she was within the womb. It will always be there. It is written in a language we are wired to know on instinct. She sees it now. She is stuck in horror. For she knows death must occur. Death of ego, or death of self. The rats refuse to let her live in denial any longer and she fears what will happen if she disobeys.
Wow, deep af dood 🥺
Your art style even on a phone as a shitpost has blown my mind, you must be very talented indeed!
 
The sorrowful rat, skinned arm and slightly puffy hand are just superb

I can no longer hold things as I used to for my phallus has taken away my grasp on objects and reality itself. The rats know this. They will use it to their advantage if I do not comply.

The world views me as a morbid misfit. Queer in the 19th century sense. Even those who are supportive know I will never truly be able to keep the masquerade. I thought to rappell from my tower window yesterday to escape but it is too high and my arm too weak to hold any rope. Besides, they will hear me leaving they will come for me. Within the thralls of society I am no safer there than if I am here. So it as just as well I stay as either way I am exposed. The marks of Gyn ♀️ will always give me away, try as I might to destroy them. There is no escape.
 
I really, really hope b3 is a secret Kiwi. If not she fucking should be. Absolutely savage.

If a thread ever shows up on Kalvin Garrah? Well, we might have our proof there. Or anything particularly deranged when dealing with the Toob. From what I've gathered checking 4chan though? They've been actually busy with having a life and responsibilities like a reasonable adult.
Which on one hand? Good for them. On the other? I really fucking love their deranged art.

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Remember! Pooner died for your heckin sins dood!
 
Unrelated phone posting. This one needs more work but I'm at an impasse.

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Death, a glance into reality. The rats hold the mirror and are somber to show solidarity for they must assist their mistress in coming to terms with herself. They force her. Force her to view her facade. View her true self that always was. Force her to view the marks of Gyn. It has been there since she was within the womb. It will always be there. It is written in a language we are wired to know on instinct. She sees it now. She is stuck in horror as a fragile female returns her sullen gaze. Her heart beat quickens. The rats lay down their intentions. She knows death must occur. Death of ego, or death of self. The rats refuse to let her live in denial any longer. She fears what will happen if she disobeys. They are no longer willing to negotiate.
IMO this should be Temperance or the Moon, as it's more thematically aligned.

Temperance: Upright: middle path, patience, finding meaning Reversed: extremes, excess, lack of balance
The Moon: Upright: unconscious, illusions, intuition Reversed: confusion, fear, misinterpretation
 
If a thread ever shows up on Kalvin Garrah? Well, we might have our proof there. Or anything particularly deranged when dealing with the Toob. From what I've gathered checking 4chan though? They've been actually busy with having a life and responsibilities like a reasonable adult.
Which on one hand? Good for them. On the other? I really fucking love their deranged art.

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Remember! Pooner died for your heckin sins dood!
Well that’s my Easter decorations sorted
 
The Heirophant could be a surgeon, or
Unrelated phone posting. This one needs more work but I'm at an impasse.


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Death, a glance into reality. The rats hold the mirror and are somber to show solidarity for they must assist their mistress in coming to terms with herself. They force her. Force her to view her facade. View her true self that always was. Force her to view the marks of Gyn. It has been there since she was within the womb. It will always be there. It is written in a language we are wired to know on instinct. She sees it now. She is stuck in horror as a fragile female returns her sullen gaze. Her heart beat quickens. The rats lay down their intentions. She knows death must occur. Death of ego, or death of self. The rats refuse to let her live in denial any longer. She fears what will happen if she disobeys. They are no longer willing to negotiate.
Not sure if it was on purpose, but I like how the mirror sort of resembles a noose at first glance.

Maybe if we finish all the cards we can get Jersh to print the Pooner Tarot for the next merch run.

I actually had my tarot cards read by a "professional" (a.k.a. someone besides me or a friend) for the first time last night. The dude (I'm pretty sure it wasn't a dood, but he probably had a similar level of testosterone) literally started out by making a dig at JKR, and it kind of went downhill from there. Overall, he didn't really give me anything besides "don't be so hard on yourself" and "wow you're busy, make sure you make some time for YOU." 1/10, not sure what I was expecting, but would not recommend.
 
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