I Mostly Draw Her For Meme, Though I Have Worked Better This Time.

Hello, do you do sketches by request, or only by commission?

hi! there is a point I would like to highlight: I do not sketch by commission. frankly, I never did (I am not a professional artist, I feel bad even when I think somebody could pay me for a "silly doodle").

however, I sometimes draw by request...mostly for meme. therefore, don't expect anything amazing from me :D

have a GOAT day!

first pic was not made by me, btw...it was a club owner.🫣💀

currently, there are 19 people died because of ruzzians in Kryvyi Rih. 9 of them are children (preschool aged and teens).

Just two days after the previous strike, russia hits Kryvyi Rih again. They struck a residential area, next to a playground. In the early evening, when parents and children were outside.

As of now, 14 people are known to have been killed, including 6 children.

In the photo, parents stand over the body of their killed 15-year-old son.

Back in 2022, the world was saying "russian war of aggression will not be normalised". Today, in 2025, we are just numbers. Russia killing Ukrainians for the sin of existing has been normalised. Our lives are a boring statistic and our tragedies barely ever make it into the world news. Because this is no longer news.

Hæl og sæl, my pals, and happy Saint Patrick's Day! An unusual situation when I post something which is non-art, is not it?

I am frankly not religious. I do not believe in God, saints, Satan and further. However, I respect the holidays, whatever it may be. So, today I began to read (but also to make my notes) Dáithí Ó hÓgáin, The Celts: A Chronological History.

I actually know the information was given there is not that fresh, but all of you can read it as an introduction to the history of Celts.

I am glad that I have a Ukrainian book on this topic at least.

have a look, it is me🌞

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.

Alfred! Look at ME!

actually, this is how I draw skulls, but THAT one is funny at least.

Alfred! Look at ME!

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