i figured i might as well put this up on DA seeing as i can and wouldn't mind drawing stuff besides furries.



if you're reading this i already love you! hurray! leave me comments!


$5 for a full color digital commission! of anything! (you'll generally receive your art the very same day you request it.)

•Examples
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theyd be about this size/quality
they work great for icons too!



•HOW IT WORKS
hooray! as always, leave a comment here, (or PM me) i say 'okay!' i finish the drawing, you pay me after! im an honest guy!

(if you have something you want your character doing besides posing and making a 'DID I DO THAT? HEEHEE' face, be sure to tell me, as i prefer drawing characters actually doing things.)

payment would either go to [email]sakketpico@gmail.com[/email] through paypal, or i also accept checks/money orders! hell, i even accept those codes on the wii points cards!



•WAIT THERES MORE!

• these things are just right for con-badges, and i have a laminator. (hinthint)

• STICKERS!!!! I CAN MAKE YOU A FOOT-LONG ROLL OF LITTLE STICKERS FOR 6 BUCKS! STICKERS!

• FINISHED ART
heres a quilt of some of my previous commissions
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also i will be rapidly uploading all sorts of examples to my gaaallery on here posthaste

• please read-
because my price is low, please keep in mind that im gonna be putting a lot of effort into the art in hopes that ill earn tips. (but you dont need to gimme tips, just your business is good enough for me) thank you!

heroic anthony! believe it!

ep 2
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Iwillskinyoualive finally tried pulling the 'imolderthanyouthereforeicanmakeintelligentdebates" card, of course without considering the "idontactuallyknowhowoldyouareanditdoesntmatterbecauseimamoron" card.-


"You're very very special, in a mentally handicapped sort of way. Your rants only make sense to your pathetic self. I do perceive a troubled mind. But nothing a few green pills wont fix.

Usually the study of literature, for which you lack any sensibility, leads to a growth of intelligence, which again is absent in your letters.
I'm glad I stimulate your limited mind eye. I have awaken some strong emotions, and prompted you to write with such a rapture. And all, brought on by one word you most likely had to look up in the dictionary.

Seriously now, make better use of your time kid. Travel a little, pick up a book, learn a new language, maybe cut down on the TV, perhaps one hour of youtube instead of twelve. Then, and only then, you can possibly engage in a stimulating and intellectual conversation with an adult."





i replied to these three paragraphs of nonsense in the most appropriate fashion.-


"Iwillskinyou sat in her tiny chair and wept. Such beauty she had written, but no charming Fabio on a white stallion had come, and she knew in her heart of hearts, that Fabio may never come. Such is a dream.
Suddenly like an unrestrained fart, Skinyou's un-loved, un-appreciated and pitiful husband, Harold Hamburger, bursts through the door. He immediately see's his gargantuan wife's distress as a chance to gain a feeble hint of respect or even, dare he think it, kindle a faint glimmer of affection from the steel-hearted, magnificent tyrannosaurus of a writer that he happens to be betrothed to by some sick joke of destiny.
Harold Hamburger grabs the keyboard with his feeble hands, and before his massive, braniac princess can stop him he spews whatever retort he can think of into the keyboard, fingertips-ablazing. SEND.
Iwillskinyouallive is silent. Her idiot husband has done the unthinkable. The truly unthinkable, because it was a pure lack of thinking that caused such a travesty to be posted at all. It had no art. no subtlety. No reason to it's lack of rhyme. It was truly, an idiotic reply.

With woe in her tiny heart she read Harold's bizarre, oblivious statements about rants being unappreciated by other people. She almost vomited at the sight of his opinions on how intelligence is gained, and how dictionaries are some kind of cosmic confounder to anyone who might glance at them. Stimulating INTELLECTUAL CONVERSATION?! HAROLD YOU BUFFOON! YOU GASTRIC BYPASS! YOU DUMB SACK OF CRAP! HOW COULD YOU?!"

Iwillskinyoualive insists on having the upper hand, and replies-
"I'm a man, cretin. Read a book."


goodness! how do i follow that up?

"With a deft and poetic air about her, iwillskinyou's hammy fingers patter over her keyboard even before she finishes the brilliant thought that is racing through her labyrinthine mind. Her devastating hands are dampened by sweat and the grease of the onion rings, which are worn on her fingers to aid her concentration and to bate her insatiable hunger. "This is a moment in history" she mutters to herself in the rough, knowing voice of a chain-smoking motorboat, "I could finally feed my babies and get out of this trailer home if only a merciful deity would see this single reply I'm about to make and realize that I too am a god in my own right", modesty is for the weak, iwillskinyoualive knows this well. She is a god. A moist, unshaven, buoyant GOD of literary prowess, and she pours all of her might into what she is writing here. This is it. This is destiny.

"I'm a man," she spells, implying that she is just as much a man as Abraham Lincoln, or Pamela Anderson. Just as much a man as Jim Carey whom she has built shrines dedicated to, strewn all about her tiny home. Her favorite is the one for 'The Grinch', which she watches every week, reasoning that Christianity is all about baby Jesus, which means it's all about Christmas, which means watching a Christmas movie every Sunday is better than going to church. Truly her logic knows no equal. But that is not the end of her message! Oh no, there is more abundant potency from iwillskinyou's meat flaps of mind-blowing smack talk!

", cretin." With a mysterious twist, she adds in her code word again, not quite specifying where it should be directed. This, of course is intentional, and any literate 12 year old knows that this is part of her poetic flair. In the common man's language this first sentence could be re-written, "I am a man, I am a cretin, forevermore I am infinite" She reflects on her own mortality as well as her ever increasing girth. Truly a genius at play.

The final part of her message, "Read a book." put's the icing on her lard caked thighs, so to speak. The word "read" here, is actually in past tense, thus creating an intentional run-on sentence which plays into the previous one perfectly. translated, it reads " I have read the book of souls, and I know the bounds of this universe." To think such a profound author could be found on such a humble website. We must offer our thanks to iwillskinyoualive for her contributions to society."


okay now anyone who is reading this, please PLEEEESE go to iwillskinyoualive's page and thank her for her brilliance. no insults, just say something along the lines of "thank you for gracing the world with your wondrous writing"

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Iwillskinyoualive thought he was being clever- "You watch way too much Television."


my reply-
Twelve years later Iwillskinyoualive can only be described as one word, destitute. Her once perfect skin now features blemishes from an, "I care about how i look, but whats the point anymore" kind of attitude, and stretch marks from the countless pregnancies she endured thanks to her loveless marriage to Harold Hamburger, the man she met on the rebound and insists on staying with in his little trailer home as a matter of PRIDE. Yes dear readers, pride. She would rather live in squalor with literally dozens of children wrapped around her blouse like a sweaty, unwashed, children daisy-chain, than admit, that a man wearing a bandanna broke her feeble heart. Oh sure he calls from time to time, "How are you doing?" he asks, but her reply is always muffled by cold buffalo wings,.. and sobbing. Truly, this is a future Iwillskinyoualive had not planned. This is not the life for an international spy with a full bottom and giant lips. WHATEVER WILL SHE DO?