I'm feeling creative

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-01 19:04:25

At least 3 people seemed to like this picture so here it is refined.

Im feelin real creative so if there's something you want me to draw in my shitty artstyle... tell me

AAAAA

Also I have an OHOL instagram now cause someone mentioned it... @insestprinsess

tana · 2018-11-01 19:54:34

but didn't you say it was the black eve ?

Roblor · 2018-11-01 20:30:28

Draw Ken and Ezekiel, bonding over their platonic love, for each other. :3

Roblor · 2018-11-01 20:32:32

Btw ...
I just said I liked the Afro chick, with the carrots, because the other two said, that they liked it.

Aname · 2018-11-01 20:33:27

-1 for no reason

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-01 21:05:27

Aname wrote:

-1 for no reason

Awww fuck yooou

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-01 21:10:09

Roblor wrote:

Draw Ken and Ezekiel, bonding over their platonic love, for each other. :3

HELL
This good?

Roblor · 2018-11-01 21:24:42

Search your feelings.

Is this the best you can do?

I'm fine with it if you are...

Aname · 2018-11-01 21:29:30

Aurora Aurora wrote:

Roblor wrote:
Draw Ken and Ezekiel, bonding over their platonic love, for each other. :3
https://i.imgur.com/oNybjDI.png
This good?

-1 couldnt even read the text

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-01 21:30:06

Roblor wrote:

Search your feelings.
Is this the best you can do?
I'm fine with it if you are...

HELL2

Happy now?

Roblor · 2018-11-01 21:32:29

You got the genitalia, spot on in this one, Aurora

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-01 21:35:25

Roblor wrote:

You got the genitalia, spot on in this one, Aurora

Im glad to give you something to jerk off to

Aname · 2018-11-01 21:35:29

Aurora Aurora wrote:

Roblor wrote:
Search your feelings.
Is this the best you can do?
I'm fine with it if you are...
https://i.imgur.com/B01MWQ4.png
Happy now?

-1 people shouldnt have such a long tongue.

673751 · 2018-11-01 21:50:13

Aurora Aurora wrote:

At least 3 people seemed to like this picture so here it is refined.
Im feelin real creative so if there's something you want me to draw in my shitty artstyle... tell me

https://i.imgur.com/mHg2EBx.png

Also I have an OHOL instagram now cause someone mentioned it... @insestprinsess

i want the dont eat my carrots one but with some cats sniffing carrots with that one in the middle lol

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-01 21:59:21

673751 wrote:

Aurora Aurora wrote:
At least 3 people seemed to like this picture so here it is refined.
Im feelin real creative so if there's something you want me to draw in my shitty artstyle... tell me

https://i.imgur.com/mHg2EBx.png

Also I have an OHOL instagram now cause someone mentioned it... @insestprinsess

i want the dont eat my carrots one but with some cats sniffing carrots with that one in the middle lol

But why?

Why????

673751 · 2018-11-01 22:37:54

Aurora Aurora wrote:

673751 wrote:
Aurora Aurora wrote:
At least 3 people seemed to like this picture so here it is refined.
Im feelin real creative so if there's something you want me to draw in my shitty artstyle... tell me

https://i.imgur.com/mHg2EBx.png

Also I have an OHOL instagram now cause someone mentioned it... @insestprinsess

i want the dont eat my carrots one but with some cats sniffing carrots with that one in the middle lol
But why?
https://i.imgur.com/P8TNuX2.png

Yessssss

im crazy cat lady XD

Second jason adds cats im gonna have fifity

no...

a 100! lol

Last edited by 673751 (2018-11-01 22:38:30)

Roblor · 2018-11-01 23:01:50

Aurora Aurora wrote:

Roblor wrote:
You got the genitalia, spot on in this one, Aurora
Im glad to give you something to jerk off to

I feel I should add some backstory to our readers at home, who are aching to learn more about this epic story, of Ezekiel and his old man.

They say when you're a baby, you don't remember anything, until something bad happens.
Ezekiel earliest memory, was that of the putrid stench from his fathers mouth, as he slurredly announced Ezekiel's name into his innocent baby face.
Luckily Ezekiel's mother was a kind and caring woman, although, if not one who seemed to bear the burden of a thousand mountains upon her shoulders.
One day while Ezekiel was alone with his mother, he spoke his first words;
"He - not - lok - Lik - me - at - all"
Ezekiels mother quickly shushed him, looking furtively over her shoulder.
Poor kid, didn't understand much at all, but he grew strong and fair.
At the tender age of five, Ezekiel noticed the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and there, at the spot he made his mind to marry her.
"Marry me" he proposed, vulnerable, but proud.
To his joy, the girl consented, "okay".
Though faith would not have it so, because at that moment his father staggered towards him, reeking old, gooseberry wine.
"He shames me already!"
Ezekiel and the girl started.
"Go be useful to me you horny lil' bastard"
Ezekiel's father shouted, dribbles of spit flying at his every word.
Presumably in fear of her life, Ezekiel's new fiancee ran away, never to be seen again.
Ezekiel had no other way to distract himself from his heartache, than to support his father's alcoholism and to evade his cruel, yet inept beatings.
As the years went by, he could no longer find his kind and caring mother.
Knowing the awful temper of his old man, Ezekiel feared the worst.
Still, though, it would happen, that the young man's heart got captured by one of the sweet, but fiery, village girls. Though, still, his mean old dad would chase them all away.
But one time would be the last.
"I will cut your dick off, you horny bastard!"
Ezekiel remember his father saying.
He had been dry all morning.
He always got extra vicious, when he didn't have anything to drink.
Ezekiel, fearing the knife in his fathers backpack, ran into the woods.
But while in the woods his anger rose. It wasn't right.
Ezekiel had a growing hunch building up inside of him. Unless it was a tumor, he was going to let it out.
Upon returning to the village, he found his father in the middle of the berry patch, where he always was.
The young man locked eyes with the old drunkard.
"I got bad news dad"
His father's eyes narrowed.
"You look nothing like me"
Ezekiel continued.
"You must be adopted."
At that, he noticed a faint flinch, cross the old drunkard's disease ridden face.
Ezekiel turned around then, leaving his adopted father, gaping, in the middle of the berry bushes.
Feeling freed from the oppression of Ken, which was the drunkard's real name, he went on to create some of the most amazing ceramics the world had ever seen.
Never once, did any of his plates break, or crack, even when dropped straight onto the ground.
Like the fire of the furnace, his soul now burned with a new passion, and even though the women of the village was eying him hungrily, he did not let anything come between him and his craft.
By the time he had reached old age, he had a fully functional workshop, run by the street urchins, whom he had taken under his wing in his heyday.
Old Ken was long gone, and Ezekiel couln't help but feel a pang of remorse, for the harsh words he had spoke against the old man.
Now that Ezekiel himself was an old man, he longed for a partner to share his golden years with.
Therefore he married a retired old grandma, like himself and they ate mangoes and had wrinkly gross old gramgram sex.
Unfortunately lost this wife, as well, when his mother-in law reincarnated as a little girl, and snagged her away from him.

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-02 08:56:51

Roblor wrote:

Aurora Aurora wrote:
Roblor wrote:
You got the genitalia, spot on in this one, Aurora
Im glad to give you something to jerk off to
I feel I should add some backstory to our readers at home, who are aching to learn more about this epic story, of Ezekiel and his old man.
They say when you're a baby, you don't remember anything, until something bad happens.
Ezekiel earliest memory, was that of the putrid stench from his fathers mouth, as he slurredly announced Ezekiel's name into his innocent baby face.
Luckily Ezekiel's mother was a kind and caring woman, although, if not one who seemed to bear the burden of a thousand mountains upon her shoulders.
One day while Ezekiel was alone with his mother, he spoke his first words;
"He - not - lok - Lik - me - at - all"
Ezekiels mother quickly shushed him, looking furtively over her shoulder.
Poor kid, didn't understand much at all, but he grew strong and fair.
At the tender age of five, Ezekiel noticed the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and there, at the spot he made his mind to marry her.
"Marry me" he proposed, vulnerable, but proud.
To his joy, the girl consented, "okay".
Though faith would not have it so, because at that moment his father staggered towards him, reeking old, gooseberry wine.
"He shames me already!"
Ezekiel and the girl started.
"Go be useful to me you horny lil' bastard"
Ezekiel's father shouted, dribbles of spit flying at his every word.
Presumably in fear of her life, Ezekiel's new fiancee ran away, never to be seen again.
Ezekiel had no other way to distract himself from his heartache, than to support his father's alcoholism and to evade his cruel, yet inept beatings.
As the years went by, he could no longer find his kind and caring mother.
Knowing the awful temper of his old man, Ezekiel feared the worst.
Still, though, it would happen, that the young man's heart got captured by one of the sweet, but fiery, village girls. Though, still, his mean old dad would chase them all away.
But one time would be the last.
"I will cut your dick off, you horny bastard!"
Ezekiel remember his father saying.
He had been dry all morning.
He always got extra vicious, when he didn't have anything to drink.
Ezekiel, fearing the knife in his fathers backpack, ran into the woods.
But while in the woods his anger rose. It wasn't right.
Ezekiel had a growing hunch building up inside of him. Unless it was a tumor, he was going to let it out.
Upon returning to the village, he found his father in the middle of the berry patch, where he always was.
The young man locked eyes with the old drunkard.
"I got bad news dad"
His father's eyes narrowed.
"You look nothing like me"
Ezekiel continued.
"You must be adopted."
At that, he noticed a faint flinch, cross the old drunkard's disease ridden face.
Ezekiel turned around then, leaving his adopted father, gaping, in the middle of the berry bushes.
Feeling freed from the oppression of Ken, which was the drunkard's real name, he went on to create some of the most amazing ceramics the world had ever seen.
Never once, did any of his plates break, or crack, even when dropped straight onto the ground.
Like the fire of the furnace, his soul now burned with a new passion, and even though the women of the village was eying him hungrily, he did not let anything come between him and his craft.
By the time he had reached old age, he had a fully functional workshop, run by the street urchins, whom he had taken under his wing in his heyday.
Old Ken was long gone, and Ezekiel couln't help but feel a pang of remorse, for the harsh words he had spoke against the old man.
Now that Ezekiel himself was an old man, he longed for a partner to share his golden years with.
Therefore he married a retired old grandma, like himself and they ate mangoes and had wrinkly gross old gramgram sex.
Unfortunately lost this wife, as well, when his mother-in law reincarnated as a little girl, and snagged her away from him.

Hey! That's not how the story went at all! Here's how it actually went...

Ken was a good father who had 5 children who he had saved from teh cold streets; Ezekiel the boy who couldnt keep his sticky fingers off ladies, Avangelina the fair lady of the farms, The playful twins Awesome and Ken Jr and lastly Konstantina the little girl who never stopped smiling.

Everyone loved father Ken and spoke well about him, but not Ezekiel. He would get mad when his father diciplined him when he would hit on multiple ladies at once. Ezekiel would slack off from work and only do something when his father watched him. He was indeed like an overgrown child and would try to make an argument over nothing.

His father was very glad that he wasn't present at his deathbed as he had started to hate Ezekiel because of the way he was acting, he didn't want to hate his own son but he did. Mostly because he had seen him hit on one of his own sisters... gross

Roblor · 2018-11-02 09:45:31

Well his "father" was also his mother's own uncle, so how could Ezekiel have known any better??

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-02 09:57:40

Roblor wrote:

Well his "father" was also his mother's own uncle, so how could Ezekiel have known any better??

Well that's different!

Lum · 2018-11-02 12:06:26

I thoroughly appreciate the unexpected OHOL yaoi. Thanks.

Roblor · 2018-11-02 16:14:26

Come for the drama - Stay for the porn.

Aurora Aurora · 2018-11-02 16:47:29

Lum wrote:

I thoroughly appreciate the unexpected OHOL yaoi. Thanks.

I have more if you'd like to see

tana · 2018-11-02 17:21:18

you still didn't answer the issue of the fact that it was supposed to be affro eve

Morti · 2018-11-02 17:23:59

Aurora Aurora wrote:

Im feelin real creative so if there's something you want me to draw in my shitty artstyle... tell me

A man trying to to pack another wild horses into a full corral.
Maybe the horses already in the corral are looking at him like, "Dude, wtf? There are already too many of us in here! You're not putting him in here as well!?"
Maybe the last horse going in looks scared, or is looking at the man with confusion, as if to say "Why are you doing this!?".
The man is just happy, tossing another horse into this tightly packed mess of horses.

Here is an example for inspiration https://i.imgur.com/Qh3oytI.png

Not my best looking corral yet, (I think someone else may have made this one for sheep, in a town that already had several sheep pens) but one of the tightest packed ones. Wrangled all those puppies in two lives. I had high hopes that I'd log back into that town a third time, another day, and just find the surrounding landscape littered with upturned horse carts from dozens of mishaps, but I was never born there again.

Despite that, those two lives were some of my most enjoyable; lived almost entirely off of cactus, pulled more than twice what I ate, brought back all sorts of goods I found while out looking for horses, and was more excited than anything to step foot into the corral and see the screen full of motion, as 30 Jason Rohrers made clopping sounds in my speakers.

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