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Last posted Apr 09, 2013 at 04:14PM EDT. Added Jan 01, 2012 at 08:18PM EST
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Suiseiseki could you please draw me and saxton hale drinking? PLEASE?

Jan 16, 2012 at 07:29PM EST

Draw me coming out of ItizPWNED’s present.

Jan 16, 2012 at 08:01PM EST

Gamzee wrote:

Draw me coming out of ItizPWNED’s present.

NO PLEASE

Jan 16, 2012 at 08:06PM EST
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Colmei wrote:

NO PLEASE

oh yes please :P

Jan 16, 2012 at 08:34PM EST

Suiseiseki     wrote:

Nope.avi x9001

Jan 17, 2012 at 06:28PM EST
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Draw everybody who posted in this thread getting kicked in the face by Spongebob.

Jan 17, 2012 at 06:37PM EST
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Notsocool the Dewott wrote:

Draw KYM Feeding Warcraftnerd123 And 404 while Me and BSoD watch from a far with a “Are you F**King Kidding me?” Face.

^ Suiseiseki!
YUNO DRAW THIS?!

Jan 17, 2012 at 06:39PM EST
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Notsocool the Dewott wrote:

^ Suiseiseki!
YUNO DRAW THIS?!

I will damn it. I have shit to do. Now laugh at my other shit for now or I’ll draw a penis. no, two penises. Just because.

Jan 17, 2012 at 06:42PM EST
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draw witch-king slapping my ass saying “gimmie bacon mofo” and sweatie is shocked

Jan 17, 2012 at 06:43PM EST

Suiseiseki     wrote:

I will damn it. I have shit to do. Now laugh at my other shit for now or I’ll draw a penis. no, two penises. Just because.


I just Thought you for got about it,
Now go draw the others If that’s ok with you.

Last edited Jan 17, 2012 at 06:54PM EST
Jan 17, 2012 at 06:48PM EST
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Notsocool the Dewott wrote:


I just Thought you for got about it,
Now go draw the others If that’s ok with you.

if you don’t want to draw anything that’s ok….I’ll just…eep
Jan 17, 2012 at 07:14PM EST

Q. M. wrote:

Draw me the coolest possible Atom. Ever.

“I mean, if that’s okay with you…”

Jan 17, 2012 at 07:44PM EST
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Notsocool the Dewott wrote:

Draw KYM Feeding Warcraftnerd123 And 404 while Me and BSoD watch from a far with a “Are you F**King Kidding me?” Face.

Jan 17, 2012 at 07:54PM EST
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Suiseiseki     wrote:

THIS

Last edited Jan 17, 2012 at 08:01PM EST
Jan 17, 2012 at 08:00PM EST
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Gamzee wrote:

THAT

ASS

Am I doing it right?

Jan 18, 2012 at 12:01PM EST
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Q. M. wrote:

ASS

Am I doing it right?

No.

Jan 18, 2012 at 12:04PM EST
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Piano wrote:

No.

Insert crying pony here to convince RF to give me a karma point

Well alright, ummm, THOSE?

Jan 18, 2012 at 12:11PM EST
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Q. M. wrote:

Insert crying pony here to convince RF to give me a karma point

Well alright, ummm, THOSE?

Jan 18, 2012 at 12:22PM EST
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Piano wrote:

I’ll take that as a yes and I’ll ask the OP…

Can you please draw me posting pictures all around KYM while Ric Tesla has a FUUUUUU- face?

Jan 18, 2012 at 12:30PM EST
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Q. M. wrote:

I’ll take that as a yes and I’ll ask the OP…

Can you please draw me posting pictures all around KYM while Ric Tesla has a FUUUUUU- face?

aawww yeah motherfucking, this is gunna be a thing!

…as soon as i get my tablet working…

PS i had to do the gamzee present with a mouse which is why it wasnt more awesome

Jan 18, 2012 at 04:20PM EST
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404 user not found wrote:

aawww yeah motherfucking, this is gunna be a thing!

…as soon as i get my tablet working…

PS i had to do the gamzee present with a mouse which is why it wasnt more awesome

Thank you 404 error.

Jan 18, 2012 at 04:37PM EST
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Draw Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`‘Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

Jan 18, 2012 at 06:53PM EST
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Colmei wrote:

Draw Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`‘Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

Jan 18, 2012 at 07:00PM EST
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draw ████████, ████████ █████ █████ █████ with me watching and eating some ██████.

Jan 18, 2012 at 08:11PM EST

Aristocatification aka Lolishiiit wrote:

If you have the time, please draw my face when I watched Boku No Pico.

Your face:

Jan 19, 2012 at 07:50AM EST
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Suiseiseki     wrote:

Reminds me of V-GINY in that futurama episode…

Jan 19, 2012 at 11:55AM EST
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In fact, V-GINY was before SOPA

Maybe the man who proposed it got some ideas from it…

Jan 19, 2012 at 04:31PM EST
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Colmei wrote:

Draw Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`‘Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

tl;dr (sorry edgar)

Jan 19, 2012 at 10:34PM EST
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