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WATCH OUT!
Sketch Pad is a very pretentious and talented artist that no one will understand!
You can help by mocking their furry art, and then uploading over it.
BE WARNED! Their art may make you go blind.
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YOU CAN'T CALL ME FAT ANYMORE DESU

Sketch pad is another flaming trap on the internets. He's actually a pretty cool guy IRL, if you like to have your childhood raped by art, that is. He currently resides in the pathetic excuse for an art site, DeviantART and Furaffinity.

Contents

Articles Rewritten or Edited

Alphabetized, because I am a neat freak.

Cool Cats

  • User:NOTHALCYON- shares her hate of SRMS with me and helped keep the article alive. FUCK YEAH WE ARE COOL
  • User:Sick Fuck- Wants me to draw moar. WHICH I SHALL.
  • User:Pwncakes- Yes. Just YES. The username is very fitting as well, old chap.
  • User:Madmantyke- She's better than you'll ever be.

My Gift Art

DBoyWheeler and PilgrimJohn

WHAT STARTED IT ALL

My first troll art ever ever back in the day. :D

And again.

CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT FAGGOT? CAN YOU? ANSWER ME

I love redrawing other people's stuff when it sucks.

Safuhfuhfuh

It's fun because she doesn't know when to shut up and stop being a moron.

SAPPHY CAN MOVE? A MIRACLE HAS OCCURED!

Anonymous over at AnonIB colored this for me! YAYYY

I have nothing better to do tonight than to draw more love. :D

KUKUKUKUKUUU

One-Timers

Which means I'll probably only draw them once.

BUT I AM A DRAGON! REALLY, I AM!

Branca always makes me lol.

There was a creepy-ass thread on /x/ about a guy who woke up to find pictures of a Slender Man named Ax drawn by a little kid named "Lynn" whom he's never met before (he lives alone). Anonymous asked for Rule 34 of Ax and I delivered. Shit was SO cash.

More to come soon, desu! (when I get off my lazy ass)

Funny Shit

YOU LIKE ME! YOU REALLY LIKE ME!

Ssssshhhhh... :3

awesome

deviantART

The site itself.

Back when dA just found out about 4chan and then EVERYONE became a newfag, raping memes and the likes of. Lolly, being the dick that he is, took it to a whole new fail of a level.

DELICIOUS PAGEVIEWS I MUST HAS THEM

InvaderMar

What she replies FIRST to me with...

... then the dumbass decides to change her shit.

SapphyDracases

Not much because I got blocked. XD

She's a funny one, that Sapph.

Sonicrocksmysocks

She sure likes to reply to people who don't kiss her ass...

...but when you say something NICE about her shit, she feels holier than thou and won't acknowledge or even thank you.

Who could forget THIS dumbfuck.

Whew! That was onnnne long note!

8'( He didn't even LOOK AT IT *sob*

Kururusochu aka tfa-ratchet

There is no article on this tracer because I found out about her on AnonIB's dramachan, but I did get into mildly lulzy convos with her and her friend, itachisgirl1237. I first commented on her old account Kururusochu about how her drawings were all traced from pre-existing anime/yaoi (ironic thing is, she claims to hate yaoi/yuri but thinks it's okay to trace from pics dealing with the subject lol) pictures and then she hid my comments and deleted her ENTIRE gallery that consisted of nothing but already traced bases, traced traditional work, and her mary sue with gigantic tits fucking every Tom, Dick, and Harry in any fandom she got her grubby fingers on. And to add the butt on the cake of hurt, she whined and moved accounts OH THE PAIN AND AGONY AND TRAGEDY WHYWHYWHY

UPDATE!!! SHE DIDN'T STOP TRACING AND STEALING LIKE HER FRIEND INSISTED. NOT SURPRISING, BUT WHAT A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG LOL

This was after she posted a journal on "people you hate" and she wrote "immature men", so I decided to be a sarcastic bastard (as usual). This was also after she hid my comment after I said she traced a yaoi picture.

This was the best fangirl-argument ever.

OBJECTION! She is living proof that fantards of fictional characters have no brain.

It's clear that the e-witness is pwning me, the e-lawyer, with her flawless run-on sentences and pack of LIES.

Your honor, I think it's obvious who won this case. THIS E-COURT IS NOW ADJOURNED.

HOLD IT! The witness has moar to say!

And nothing of value was lost. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this e-court is now (srsly) adjourned.

She whines to her friend Ichigo-Rush to come and e-kick my ass for her. Just... wow. Personal army much?

What I told Ichigo-Rush. She was actually a lot easier to talk to and more understanding than the previous fucktards I dealt with.

Then along came Rikutida.

Yeah. That pretty much sums up this entire thing.

FoxNede asks what's physically wrong with tfa-ratchet's many mary sues which was hilarious, but then it turns into something that's fucked up and selfish of her to do. Seriously, how can you treat your friends like that over? What a fucking bitch.

Thennn RottenMeat's 2 cents.

It was pretty much a lame reenactment of the Bay of Pigs invasion. They tried and then pulled out at the last second like pussies.

I, actually, did not expect such a huge turn out from this. LOLINTERNET

SonicsGirl12

LOL BANNED

In the beginning, God said, "Let there be fags". And there were fags. Then God said, "Well, we can't have love without hate!" So God created Fred Phelps and his soon-to-be heir, SonicsGirl12. SonicsGirl12, also known as Yael, is yet another 13-year-old from Australia who draws awesome Sonic the Hedgehog drawings and insists that those dirty, filthy homosexuals are out to get her and ruin the world. She proudly flaunts her hate as if she just won the award for Biggest Douche In the Universe and gives no direct reason for hating teh gheys. ):

Really. No reason. Whatsoever.

While Jesus is crying in a dark corner on what Christians have done to destroy his image of only preaching love and peace, Sonicsgirl12 sits up on her high horse claiming I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK OMG IT'S JUST MY OPINION I CAN HATE AND DISCRIMINATE AS MUCH AS I PLEASE ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME DURRHURRRRRRRR

Yes. God is the only one that can judge you. Too bad he doesn't exist. LOL

Thinking she could voice her opinion that gay people need to all go to hell, SonicsGirl12 was proud of her work and ignorance. Once she had started her new club that nobody joined because even homophobes know better than her, she quickly browsed through the search engine to look for other anti-homosexual art that supported her and her stupid cloob. One deviation caught her eye, the title reading in all caps, "GAYS ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING". She happily clicked, fav'd, and commented on the piece without even bothering to read the description or to even WHO submitted it.

This, however, proved to be her biggest mistake.

Not only was the owner of the picture a gigantic gaylord, but was also a troll with hidden ninja methods on getting women back into the kitchen without fail.

How it all began. I assumed she just looked at my title, creamed her panties, and then fav'd and complimented me without reading the description. JOKE'S ON YOU FAGGOT

Something sure doesn't belong here!

Her *~*anti-gay club-club*~* gets raped.

Queer-Bag sticks it to SonicsGirl12.

QB is the clear victor. Also, "Yael" has bad comebacks. Reeeally bad comebacks.

WHY ARE MY BROS SUCH BROS YO *gang signs*

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

She's a looker.

Says the faggot who has Naruto in her icon.

G-God really... DOES hate fags, then? ;__;

About as hxc as My Immortal.

Baka desu!!! -___-

Yes, Yael. Because every good, tolerant, loving Christian acts like a furry-fucker towards logical people.

HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAY- E-LAWYER MAN!

TL;DR the bitch-in-denial needs to get some pussy shoved in her mouth ASAP to shut the fuck up.



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There was an OC creepypasta thread, so I contributed. Not creepy, just a little disturbing.

When you were born, God assigned me as your gaurdian angel. I was ecstatic because the last person I was to watch over had died of cancer at tender age of twenty-nine. I sat upon my cloud in Heaven and wept, but once I heard the news and saw your bright face, I became happy once more.

You made me smile that I was to watch over you for the rest of your life. When your parents told you of me as a growing child, you felt safer than ever before. You were always so outgoing and confident and courageous. You were never afraid as long as you knew I was by your side. It made me feel like a second mother. My precious.

It made me happy.

However, as you grew older, you began questioning your beliefs. You concluded the misconceptions and contradictions of the Bible and years of Christian school were nothing but lies and blinding situations. Then as soon as it happened, you stopped believing altogether. You never thought nor spoke about me ever again. I went to God and told him of this newfound view, but He merely said with a sigh that it "happens all the time" and "not to worry". It had never happened to me before. No one had stopped believing in me until I was assigned to you. Despite my protests to leave you, God told me to keep watching over you no matter what- that I was still your gaurdian angel and that no matter how bad it seemed, it was still my duty to protect and watch you.

Reluctantly, I went back.

Everyday, no matter how hard I tried to make you feel my presence beside you as you did your homework or walked down the street or slept at night, you never noticed. You never again considered the love I had for you all these years. What you didn't figure out, though, was that God Himself didn't even write the Bible (He had even told me), it was man. Your kind. That was the one fatal mistake you had made.

You regretted it inside and you didn't even know it.

You were twenty-five now and about to marry. Happy days were yours. You grew up healthy and handsome and intelligent. Your fiance was abeautiful and in medical school trying to earn her career and make her way through life as well. All this time, you were smiling and laughing and thinking that nothing could go wrong. Things were finally going your way and you thought no one could stop you this time. Seizing the day was your priority and you achieved it. Until that one fateful night...

You slept beside your fiance in bed and I watched. Watched like a hawk when it is about to snatch its prey. Like a cat waiting for the mouse to pop out of its hole. Watching and waiting, watching and waiting, watching...

Once the clock struck twelve-fifteen, I made my way downstairs, my wings leaving a trail of pure, snow white feathers behind me. I walked into the kitchen, opened the cupboards and one by one, began sending plates and glass cups to the linolium floor, each shattering into shards of glass. I didn't even have to touch them, my overwhelming rage for you made it possible to break objects and tools just by glancing at them.

The noise startled you, but luckily for me, your fiance was a heavy sleeper. You crept out of bed slowly and cautiously and made your way down into the hallway. I could tell your were following my feathers. Closer. Just a little closer. Almost there...

You saw me, and I saw you.

For the first time, you were looking at what was once your guardian angel.

It made me happy.

But then rage consumed me. How dare you forget about me. How dare you think that I never existed. HOW DARE YOU THINK THAT MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS ALL A LIE! I felt my delicate fingernails grow longer and sharper, all I could see was red and your face stricken with fear. You tried to run, but I had the advantage and before you could turn away from my eyes, I pierced my monsterous claws through your chest cavity, your heart taking the blow. Your collapsed, and blood covered the floor as well as my white garments and wings.

You died that night on the floor.

I returned to Heaven, still covered in your blood. God approached me and became angry. He said how I defied Him and how I had killed what I was supposed to protect. He asked if I felt any remorse for what I had done, for my bloodlust, and for my disobedience againt Him and Heaven's Law. I responded with a no, and God sighed in defeat.

In case you didn't know, God sighs a lot. He doesn't like it when such things happen, but they happen all too much.

Before I could look up at his upset face, I felt my wings being torn apart and I screamed in agony. I could feel the blood pouring out of my back, but soon enough, I saw black wings sprout from where my white ones used to be. My claws came back and my once blond hair became a flowing wave of black. Still covered in my victim's blood, God told me that I was no longer allowed in Heaven. I was now a Fallen Angel.

A flash came and went in an instant and the bright clouds that surrounded me before were gone. The night sky on Earth was all around me now and I looked down. I saw flashes of red and blue where the bloody incident had occured. And then it came to me- I was Fallen. Disgraced. Forgotten. Shamed. God no longer needed me. I had no one to protect and no one to watch over. All that I knew right then at that very moment was that you were dead. I was your murderer. I was the wolf and I had slaughtered the lamb. You were dead. Dead, dead, dead.

I began to sob and then cry. My tears were not clear like they used to be under Heaven, but now a dark, thick liquid. I cried and cried and cried, but through my tears, I was smiling. Because I was not crying over your death with sadness, but with joy.

Your death had made me happy again.

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