Anonymous
7/9/2025, 5:14:02 AM No.12389541
another day wasted without having drawn anything
Your fortune: （ ´_ゝ`）ﾌｰﾝ
Your fortune: （ ´_ゝ`）ﾌｰﾝ
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Thread 12389541 - /s4s/ [Archived: 544 hours ago]
Xiao
7/9/2025, 5:14:56 AM No.12389545
What do you usually draw Amogus?
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 5:15:23 AM No.12389548
>>12389541 (OP)
I fall into this trap of frustration too
But I will say just draw anyway, and try to complete pictures when you do. Completed pictures are so much more satisfying than sketches and show uuu what uuoyu need to work on
I fall into this trap of frustration too
But I will say just draw anyway, and try to complete pictures when you do. Completed pictures are so much more satisfying than sketches and show uuu what uuoyu need to work on
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 5:21:51 AM No.12389557
>>12389541 (OP)
you should play that garlic phone game, that way you have to draw!
you should play that garlic phone game, that way you have to draw!
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 5:22:35 AM No.12389560
draw a bath
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 10:07:21 AM No.12390004
draw a box
King's
7/9/2025, 10:08:27 AM No.12390005
>>12389541 (OP)
Draw a bune. Right now, No excuses. I don't care how shit it is.
Draw a bune. Right now, No excuses. I don't care how shit it is.
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King's
7/9/2025, 10:26:21 AM No.12390036
>>12390027
How is that le bune?
How is that le bune?
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 1:19:09 PM No.12390122
>>12389541 (OP)
My incopetence is everyone's else fault
I just want to be let alone they they don't want me
My incopetence is everyone's else fault
I just want to be let alone they they don't want me
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Anonymous
7/9/2025, 1:20:27 PM No.12390124
>>12390122
dubs
dubs
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 7:33:09 PM No.12390690
>>12390005
utterly soulless bune i did after checking a double
my life feels empty
Your fortune: ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!
utterly soulless bune i did after checking a double
my life feels empty
Your fortune: ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!
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Kafka
7/9/2025, 7:35:41 PM No.12390693
draw Rich Evans having a laugh.
fortune(The Supreme Being.)
7/9/2025, 7:35:45 PM No.12390694
Your fortune: Better not tell you now
King's
7/9/2025, 7:39:37 PM No.12390698
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 7:42:13 PM No.12390703
Something that was inspired by a wank I had previously
The usual 3-5 minutes had passed, and Barry, after having completed the act with himself, felt a wash of introspection, shame, and the urge to write, gush over him at once as if from an ill-fitting showerhead; fancy words came to mind such as 'spurious', and 'lackadaisical'.
Perhaps he could pen a slow burning, kitchen-sink novella, cutting right to the heart of the human condition. Time gone by, unrequited loves, friends long forgotten, the search for purpose in a broken, spiritually barren society. Realism and relatability. "The Tome of an Everyman", he could call it.
Catharsis, for both writer and reader. Barry's beady little eyes sparkled, the tiny cogs behind them spinning feverishly as he cooked up his latest and greatest idea. He was excited beyond belief. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, inspiration still dripping from the other. His name would be spoken in the same breath as all the greats:
"Twain."
"Kipling."
"Hemingway."
"Dostoevsky."
"Barry."
However, as a few more minutes passed and he thought more about it, those same beady eyes lost some of their glint. Those same tiny cogs started to slow down, and grind against each other (they had never been well greased). That same dripping inspiration had fully liquefied into beads of defeat, of embarrassment, of stupidity.
He would never write "The Tome of an Everyman". He wouldn't be able to use words like 'spurious' and 'lackadaisical'. Barry was crestfallen. He wouldn't be writing stories like all the greats. In fact, Barry had only heard of them in passing, since in all his 37 years on Earth, Barry never gained the ability to read. Barry shot himself with a small caliber handgun later that afternoon.
The usual 3-5 minutes had passed, and Barry, after having completed the act with himself, felt a wash of introspection, shame, and the urge to write, gush over him at once as if from an ill-fitting showerhead; fancy words came to mind such as 'spurious', and 'lackadaisical'.
Perhaps he could pen a slow burning, kitchen-sink novella, cutting right to the heart of the human condition. Time gone by, unrequited loves, friends long forgotten, the search for purpose in a broken, spiritually barren society. Realism and relatability. "The Tome of an Everyman", he could call it.
Catharsis, for both writer and reader. Barry's beady little eyes sparkled, the tiny cogs behind them spinning feverishly as he cooked up his latest and greatest idea. He was excited beyond belief. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, inspiration still dripping from the other. His name would be spoken in the same breath as all the greats:
"Twain."
"Kipling."
"Hemingway."
"Dostoevsky."
"Barry."
However, as a few more minutes passed and he thought more about it, those same beady eyes lost some of their glint. Those same tiny cogs started to slow down, and grind against each other (they had never been well greased). That same dripping inspiration had fully liquefied into beads of defeat, of embarrassment, of stupidity.
He would never write "The Tome of an Everyman". He wouldn't be able to use words like 'spurious' and 'lackadaisical'. Barry was crestfallen. He wouldn't be writing stories like all the greats. In fact, Barry had only heard of them in passing, since in all his 37 years on Earth, Barry never gained the ability to read. Barry shot himself with a small caliber handgun later that afternoon.
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 9:15:53 PM No.12390928
Anonymous
7/9/2025, 11:20:09 PM No.12391321
draw a bune
it's real fune
it's real fune
nurse
7/10/2025, 12:47:53 AM No.12391563
>>12390122
want to be left alone or want to be wanted
or want both
stupud girl shit ryuor stupid girl sounds more
want to be left alone or want to be wanted
or want both
stupud girl shit ryuor stupid girl sounds more