My Bone Necklace Looked Better...

as old school as my passion to a vintage bottle of Pepsi.

yas, I was that one guy who liked Pepsi more than Coca Cola. do not judge me. (and ya-as, I am likely to illustrate all the crew).

Haven't got a lot I don't need a lot Coffee's only a dime Living in the sunlight Loving in the moonlight Having a wonderful time

translation: throw this faggot into the beehive.

old Ukrainian meme that is still actual and fresh.

(just quickly drew it writing my term paper :0)

sketchy sketch.

I've lost a lot a in this game, Another everyday face with no name; I'm not selling misery, So would you stay around with me?

I frankly used someone's tiktok video to make this.

RIP yer ears.

I made something experimental this time. I frankly wish this day was not the last. No doubt many people are scared, however, I rewatched La Dolce Vita to decide to draw it.

Вітаю з Днем Незалежності! (And the tits belong to Venus (cutting, if you understand), it is legal.)

That is what ruzzians did with my house recently.

8th of July, 2024. ruzzian terrorists bombed many buildings of Kyiv, including Okhmatdyt hospital. however, let me show you what they did to my house that very day (the hospital is kinda close to us). I survived the first wave of rockets on my floor, I also monitored the next one, but sadly did not have time to get to a safe place in the elevator. in front of my eyes, under extremely powerful explosions, the neighbour's door flew off its hinges, the ceiling crumbled (did not fall), and the entire floor was covered in a fog of dust. speaking nervously, most likely delusional, I went down (it was also dangerous to do, NEVER DO THAT, PLEASE). I picked up a neighbor’s girl (a teenager) on the floors below, whom I thought I left in the house where the door was broken (I was afraid, I аm sorry, I was afraid to come closer, I was only thinking about myself); well...everything went well: the girl managed to go down the stairs before the rocket detonated. the neighbors were scared, a few of them were crying, we had an injured child (of preschool age, her temple was covered in blood), I filmed a little of what was on the street. my hands were shaking, I could not call anyone, I just mumbled something. my relatives came as fast as they could (I live with one of them), they even dared to go up to the apartment, clean it up a bit, and then we left the house and now live in another one.

it is temporary, of course. yesterday, I went to clean the house (as you can see in the video), it is almost clean of glass and pieces of walls. we are going to fix the windows ourselves, because it will be 100 years before the state does them. however, this bittersweet memory of how I almost died at home (it was a cruise rocket...the ballistics would have buried us all alive) would never allow my already shaky mental state to recover.

I have been trying to shout at people for a long time about two things: ruzzia must be destroyed; Ukraine must receive comprehensive assistance. I don't care how many kidneys I will later sell to the USA, Britain or Germany to thank for the fact that my country will live in peace, I am ready for anything, as long as children stop dying in front of my eyes. I heard the moaning of people under the rubble, I regretted that I was living instead of the dead. we are not a third world country. we deserve to exist, and fucking ruzzians are not allowed to decide our fate.

sorry, fellas, no fanart this year, I have got this fucking chickenpox.

yes, I am over 20 and never had it before.

no fever, no pain, nothing, but the rash that I cannot stand.

ні, серйозно, мене так кошмарили нею...типу, я точно подохну од неї у дорослому віці.

та я відчуваю, що подихати я буду від свербіння.

як я її пілхопили? а все дуже елементарно — я ж працюю в закладі освіти!

Look! It is my first experimental Mongolia :D

It's been so long time ago :\