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Aurora Aurora wrote:

Pffft, I love the smug blonde guy. I'd steal him and have him as my pfp of the image wasn't so small

These should be the forum avatar size.

https://i.imgur.com/8xPUabc.png - https://imgur.com/8xPUabc

https://i.imgur.com/osuN5H0.png - https://imgur.com/osuN5H0

https://i.imgur.com/TItbTmk.png - https://imgur.com/TItbTmk

https://i.imgur.com/y9b3KYa.png - https://imgur.com/y9b3KYa

https://i.imgur.com/HOjoue5.jpg

I was hoping it would type that.

I'm now officially married to a cat.

Same thing really...

I'm sorry; her.

I thought you were a dude, dude

OK maybe not horny and maybe I was intercepting this wrong buuuut you did want to have our kids and be a dad. You didn't say adoptive dad just 'dad' and to be a dad you have to-
You know what? I am just digging a huge hole. Lemme. Let me just apologize before it gets too awkward
KEN I AM SORRY THAT BECAUSE YOU WERE ROLEPLAYING I ASSUMED YOU WOULD TEACH YOUR SON ABOUT INCEST
there.
*runs away

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

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 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

Search your feelings.

Is this the best you can do?

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