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I realised there is no nekotalia among my works!

I have no artistic education (no way!), though I draw pretty good (as for a beginner at the age of 21). However, I normally avoid one of the most common objects to draw - animals. For example, I can sketch a raven, or a parrot, or a fish, but not mammals (excepting humans), bugs and so on... Recently, I was inspired by me friend and tried to show I draw animals worse than he does. And you know what? I...frankly like this Arthur-like kitty (I know British and Scottish are not the same species).

woaw, bro found highlighters and cheap alchohol markers and created Scotland from scratch.

honestly, I am glad...because I have made it using no pencil.

oh, this lad draws Takizawa, that is nice!

wait, this fella IS Takizawa.💀

There is no cure for pro-r*ussian or so-called "polite influences" on social media.

I have recently been scrolling my YouTube and found a brand new video about food overconsumption. I read a few comments and, after putting a dislike, closed the video.

There was r*ssian coment, and of course, it was liked by an author. The message of the comment was that Americans eat the worst military food, bless the monarch of r*ssian empire, food should be nutritional, and so on.

First, as a Ukrainian, I saw many vids about r*ssian military food (made by r*ussians) where they were (so ironically) vomiting and telling this is just fat and porridge... It was the time I laughed.

Second, I am impressed how stupid the author is cause she liked it (btw she had a British accent, THE FOOK YER DOING A CHARAID?). Just because a terrorist loves flowers like you do it does not mean you have to support terrorism.

Third...Actually, it is not the first time I see how people like and are really impressed by comments like "as a r*ssian, I...", "I am from r*ssia and we...". You have never spoke to them, never seen the real r*ssia and you fucking forget there is the war in Ukraine — WHAAAATEVER, why not to like it, it is just a comment?

Because it is a lie and all the r*ssian users are just a piece of huge 150 million (less, I guess, whatever) shit making fun of you, pretending to be a better state. Instead of being ofenced and tell em to go to fuck themselves people are eating shit and are comfortable with a self-abasement.

Overconsumption is not the reason the USA is worse than an error state with no normal roads, houses, medicine, psychological health, but with huge half imperial half soviet ambitions, and so on.

And I do not even want to listen to your "bwbwbbababab r*ssians deserve for better lives you cannot be so mean, blah blah blah". They don't. They simply don't. Never deserved. Tell all the Georgians, Baltic countries, the Finnish, Polish people, Romanians, Moldovans (etc) r*ussians are good, and you will get your mouth stuffed with nails and crap.

аж полегшало, кулєги, ширте мої думки, поки я живий.

look at this tiny barbarian I drew during a grammar lecture, haha.

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.)

At the moment when Glam fell the moon shone forth, and Glam turned his eyes up towards it. Grettir himself has related that that sight was the only one which ever made him tremble. What with fatigue and all else that he had endured, when he saw the horrible rolling of Glam’s eyes his heart sank so utterly that he had not strength to draw his sword, but lay there well-nigh betwixt life and death. Grettis saga, Chapter 35. (and a few sketches, which I LITERALLY LOST cause I forgot to save em)

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.