Omg hai __^ I’m Ai-san and I absolutely luuuv @_@ anime <3 and my fav is naurto!!! Okies so anyways, im going to tell you about the BEST day of my life when I met my hot husband sasuke!! <333333333 OMFGZ HE WAS SOOOOO FREAKIN KAWAII IN PERSON!!! Supa kawaii desu!!!!!!!!
When I walked onto Tokyo street =____ ^^^=I looked up and saw…SASUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KONNICHIWA OMGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ SUPA SUPA SUPA KAWAII SASUKE-SAMA!!!!!” I yelled n____n then he turned chibi then un-chibi!! he looked at me [O.O;;;;;;;;;;;] and then he saw how hot I am *___* he grabbed my hand and winked ~_^ then pulled me behind a pocky shop o_o and started to kiss me!!!!!! [OMG!!! HIS TOUNGE TASTED LIKE RAMEN!!! RLY!! >.> <.< >.< (^O^^) (^O^^) (^O^^) ] then I saw some baka fat bitch watching us and I could tell she was undressing him with her eyes!!!!!!! [ -________-** ;;;;; OMG I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER!!! (ò_ó) (ò_ó) (ò_ó)] so I yelled “UH UH BAKA NEKO THAT’S MY MAN WHY DON’T YOU GO HOOK UP WITH NARUTO CAUSE SASUKE-SAMA LOVES ME!!!
Requesting America trying to show Japan how a assault rifle works.
>So this is the pokemon that attacked Ashhh, doesn't look so tough.
A Pokemon? Don't make me laugh, little girl.
tell me more
The following ingredients will make about 8 10-inch (25cm) pancakes (more or fewer, depending on the size). You may change the amounts of ingredients according to the number you wish to serve.
2 cups (18oz/510g) self-rising or all-purpose flour (See tips below)
2 or 3 eggs
1 1/2 cups (350ml) of milk
1/2 teaspoon of baking powder
2 tablespoons of butter or vegetable oil
5 tablespoons of sugar (optional)
1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract (optional)
Add a pinch of salt.
Whoever wanted that shyvana gif, here it is.
I had to use some shitty gif maker to compress all the frames because im on my phone.
Try, but you'll fail to trace the untraceable
You mortals are so careful with your life force . YOU HAVE SO MUCH! Why not spend some on a rare valuable item?
I sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the oilfields dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is Impossible and I'm fucking retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades, 30 mm cannons and AMG-114 Hellfire missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Apache" and respect my right to kill from above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
Bitch, lets see how you like it in a pokeball!
The fuck happened to us?
Any rings imbued with wishes?
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.
I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain’s foot,
At that point where the valley terminated,
Which had with consternation pierced my heart,
Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders,
Vested already with that planet’s rays
Which leadeth others right by every road.
Then was the fear a little quieted
That in my heart’s lake had endured throughout
The night, which I had passed so piteously.
And even as he, who, with distressful breath,
Forth issued from the sea upon the shore,
Turns to the water perilous and gazes;
So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward,
Turn itself back to re-behold the pass
Which never yet a living person left.
The pink hedgehog opened her eyes slowly, fluttering blinks a few times. The sun caught her by surprised and she stared outside the window for a moment. The morning of school had arrived so it meant it was time to get up. As much as she didn't want to she didn't want to be late to school. She gave out a low yawn and she stood up in a sitting position. She gave out a small moan as she stretched out her arms and squinted her eyes. She threw her covers and hopped out of bed. The pink hedgehog ran to her large head-to-toe mirror and bluntly stared at herself. Her green pajamas were wrinkled and her hair was all frizzed up. She threw herself a disgusting look at how revolting she looked and then ran to the restroom while taking a towel that hanged on a lamp stand on the way. As the sun rose up high now, the fog soon decreased and faded away. The neighborhood was now alive with people leaving their homes and rushing to their cars to head to work or take their children to school. It was still early but the time was ticking and inside the red house, the pink hedgehog was still fixing herself. She combed her wet quills slowly to make them perfectly straight. She wore a pleated Blouse with a navy shirt and flats. Once she finished combing her quills she grabbed a white bow clip. She placed it high near her ear and clipped it on. She smiled at the mirror for she looked very pretty. A simple white style was the way she liked it. The sound of a sudden honk broke her out of her trance. She got up from the chair she had been sitting on and rushed to her window. Below her house in the drive way was a small green. The convertible had no roof-top and so she was able to see a brown chipmunk with black sunglasses staring up at her. She took off her glasses and smirked up at the pink hedgehog.
Perhaps no lewds today, thanky.
You may never know what may show up in pawnall's shop of wonders
After my weary body I had rested,
The way resumed I on the desert slope,
So that the firm foot ever was the lower.
And lo! almost where the ascent began,
A panther light and swift exceedingly,
Which with a spotted skin was covered o’er!
And never moved she from before my face,
Nay, rather did impede so much my way,
That many times I to return had turned.
The time was the beginning of the morning,
And up the sun was mounting with those stars
That with him were, what time the Love Divine
At first in motion set those beauteous things;
So were to me occasion of good hope,
The variegated skin of that wild beast,
The hour of time, and the delicious season;
But not so much, that did not give me fear
A lion’s aspect which appeared to me.
He seemed as if against me he were coming
With head uplifted, and with ravenous hunger,
So that it seemed the air was afraid of him;
And a she-wolf, that with all hungerings
Seemed to be laden in her meagreness,
And many folk has caused to live forlorn!
She brought upon me so much heaviness,
With the affright that from her aspect came,
That I the hope relinquished of the height.
And as he is who willingly acquires,
And the time comes that causes him to lose,
Who weeps in all his thoughts and is despondent,
E’en such made me that beast withouten peace,
Which, coming on against me by degrees
Thrust me back thither where the sun is silent.
Star has wandered into the a certain forest which has a guardian. This guardian is Leaf, the leafeon. Star had been gathering food for herself in one of the trees when Leaf, who was on patroll, spotted her and decided to spark up a conversation (excuse the pun). this startled Star who fell from the tree, but landed gracefully on her little paws. Leafeon, feeling bad, invited her to stay the night in one of the many dens he had in the area he stayed as he was also a leader of an Eon clan; All of which were out due to missions. Star agreed she was tired, not knowing why. She usually was extremely cold to other pokemon, and never let them get a word in. Maybe it was the kinship she shared with him in being another 'eon' Whatever the reason, she stayed. That night, the two eons were by the campfire, and Leaf had prepared a special dinner with a variety of berries. Some roasted, others not. The two talked, and Leaf told her of a story of his past. A past which included kidnapping, murder, and overall being raised by a vicious pack of houndoom in their teritory. After an experiement with the dooms had gone wrong, Leaf had fled into the forest, losing his persuers, and soon after, evolving into a leafeon. Star was amazed by his story, and hadn't noticed the leafeon get closer to her. Leaf had been interested by her pendant and jewel, so he asked her about it. She said it was nothing and put the conversation back onto him, not minding his closeness for osme reason. Leaf continued to try to move closer, brushing his fur over hers. It was when he placed his maw on hers that Star got up in a confused stupor at how she had let him get so close, and left to go to her den with hot cheeks. She already knew she had to leave the next morning as she was forcefully nomadic (more on that later) Leaf was left behind embarassed at his advancements, wondering why he had made them in the first place.
Jesus Christ am I glad to see you again, you're the only one who can save us.
Check your stock and get back to me.
Maybe use bigger butt balls, that should wake you up.
While I was rushing downward to the lowland,
Before mine eyes did one present himself,
Who seemed from long-continued silence hoarse.
When I beheld him in the desert vast,
“Have pity on me," unto him I cried,
“Whiche’er thou art, or shade or real man!”
He answered me: “Not man; man once I was,
And both my parents were of Lombardy,
And Mantuans by country both of them.
‘Sub Julio’ was I born, though it was late,
And lived at Rome under the good Augustus,
During the time of false and lying gods.
A poet was I, and I sang that just
Son of Anchises, who came forth from Troy,
After that Ilion the superb was burned.
But thou, why goest thou back to such annoyance?
Why climb’st thou not the Mount Delectable,
Which is the source and cause of every joy?”
“Now, art thou that Virgilius and that fountain
Which spreads abroad so wide a river of speech?”
I made response to him with bashful forehead.
“O, of the other poets honour and light,
Avail me the long study and great love
That have impelled me to explore thy volume!
Thou art my master, and my author thou,
Thou art alone the one from whom I took
The beautiful style that has done honour to me.
Behold the beast, for which I have turned back;
Do thou protect me from her, famous Sage,
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.”
“Thee it behoves to take another road,"
Responded he, when he beheld me weeping,
“If from this savage place thou wouldst escape;
My bad for not placing his name it's Gus
art is a fucking hard ass job occupation since there's going to be at least a whole crowd of people who do the exact same thing you might do. So drawfags just sit here all day.
He increases the rhythm infinitesimally, and his breathing becomes more erratic. My insides start quickening, and Christian picks up the rhythm.
"You. Are. So. Sweet," he murmurs between each thrust. "I. Want. You. So. Much."
"You. Are. Mine. Come for me, baby," he growls.
His words are my undoing, tipping me over the precipice. My body convulses around him, and I come, loudly calling out a garbled version of his name into the mattress, and Christian follows with two sharp thrusts, and he freezes, pouring himself into me as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me, his face in my hair.
"Fuck. Ana," he breathes. He pulls out of me immediately and rolls onto his side of the bed. I pull my knees up to my chest, utterly spent, and immediately drift off or pass out into an exhausted sleep.
When I wake, it's still dark. I have no idea how long I've slept. I stretch out beneath the duvet, and I feel sore, deliciously sore. Christian is nowhere to be seen. I sit up, staring out at the cityscape in front of me. There are fewer lights on amongst the skyscrapers, and there's a whisper of dawn in the east. I hear the music. The lilting notes of the piano, a sad, sweet lament. Bach, I think, but I'm not sure.
I wrap the duvet round me and quietly pad down the corridor toward the big room.
Christian is at the piano, completely lost in the music he's playing. His expression is sad and forlorn, like the music. His playing is stunning. Leaning against the wall at the entrance, I listen enraptured. He's such an accomplished musician. He sits naked, his body bathed in the warm light cast by a solitary freestanding lamp beside the piano. With the rest of the large room in darkness, it's like he's in his own isolated little pool of light, untouch-able... lonely, in a bubble.
My anticipation only grows.
I'm sorry but you had to make me pull out these bad boys.
Trace this god amongst men
Good try. But it's not going to work...
I may have what you are looking for.....
What the hell! Pokemom can't do that! You're cheating! No fair!
Nah, doesn't work. Goodnight.
Remembered that I cant have tears... y'know.. no eyes.
FUcking seattle got super hot all the sudden I need a fan. here Im terrible at this.
Request finished for this guy:
>If you're still looking to do some requests, I want you to draw a ridiculously sexy Tapir.
>Whether or not its an Anthro Tapir is up to you.
>This is my challenge for you.
Did your challange, chose not to do Anthro since that's easy mode.
Hope its what you were looking for.
You may not like the price though.
Effect: grants exactly one wish and on use breaks forever. Also won't grant copies of its self , other wishes, or any amount of soul mass
Cost : exactly 50% of your soul mass is to be transfered to the merchant and can not be replaced by any means.
Or maybe I'm not quite what you think me to be there, kiddo...
That's not normal. W-what are you gonna do to me?
Its... Its so..
...beautiful. Thank you.
Huh, that all?... wait, Wait that is a bit steep for me. I already owe the devil like 60% of my soul mass.
Shit, a brick from the grassy gnoll!
Does this mean it's my turn...?
And I'm not sure yet...But I get the feeling I'm going to love it; whereas you're going to abhor it..
Is this the part of the thread where the anime girl dies?
That small fry? Pawnall will accept 40% but only because this ring was just sitting around
You know the drill.
>Ask for anything your heart desires lewd or not.
All sales are final are you sure about this?
Still a WIP. What do you guys think? Some pointers would be nice.
(Ignore the shitty shading for now.)
draw an old man ( and I mean real fucking old) fucking a dog on a porch.
Eeh, fatigue is setting in, I better not make such a big purchase while I'm tired.
I will pass, for now.
If you're bored. I don't remember requesting this from you. But if you wanna draw her being creepy, go for it. I understand if you wanna do other requestos though!
Fine for now.....
Does any one else need a rare and valuable treasure ? The price is always worth the pleasure
Hey guys check out my new Bandanna!!!!
>Haha, glad you liked it. Sorry the wuality dropped.
>I'm kinda tipsy atm and I'm exhausted.
What is the item of which you speak?
batman gliding into a tub of cookie butter.
Taking more requests, but I'd rather not lewds.
"this song goes out to the female race... the most important race"
you know what motherfucker? say a sexist remark like that im fucking walking out. fuck you.
talk to me outside ill take your life away and bury you in the house im looking after. not okay
taking requests, and what-not, will draw them on stream
Done, hope its what you wanted.
Here's some ugly ass hand practice.
and the drawfags posted and posted to erase this horrible mistake
Thanks for the advise. I don't draw often as I should but I'm pretty proud of this since it took me 3 hours to do so far. I may have to redo the arms, but the face looks fine to me.
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup butter
3/4 cup brown sugar
2 eggs, beaten
2 1/3 cups mashed overripe bananas
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon banana flavoring
1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon
When the drawfags do it's not just a bot or scrip dumping an entire file of images, it actually can be entertaining at times.
These cases it's not like when a requester is throwing a tempertantrum about not getting a request drawn.
>Dumping content is considered offensive
>This is considered entertaining
You shouldn't complain about people derailing your threads when you do it every time you get bored of drawing.
So it's ok to continue spamming this because you find it entertaining