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wtf!!!!!1!!!!!!!!! fem sodom?!!!!

3 years of JP courses from high school are coming in clutch here for me right now lol; Thumbnail concept done off from my previous post just to show why I make those kinds of things lol

too late but

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I found this on Pinterest and haven’t stopped laughing. If someone on here made it lmk

had to make a new account because tumblr is not going to free me from the shadow ban there apparently

Hey there!

I’ve drew this art last year on Per’s death anniversary. And I did that not because I’m a weird woman who’s obsessed with him or ship him etc (I’m not trying to harm anyone who does that, be creative and stuff!) but because I felt heard. Like finally I found someone who I can relate to.

I love rereading chapters of Blood Fire Death about him, about the way he was as a teen, as a musician, as a friend. And every time I’m reading his last pages of life my heart breaks with every close to last breath he takes. It destroys me again and again cos sometimes I think I might do it as well.. it’s like I’ve lost not my family member or a friend riend but myself.

His art affected me.

I tried my best to draw him. It was so fucking hard omg. I was feeling huge art block, but I finished it. He’s in his most recognizable outfit but without the corpse paint cos I pictured Per not as his stage appearance but as human being. A regular teenager with mental issues like we all.

I’m kinda thankful to my girlyfriend who showed me that band and who was appreciating all the idiotic stuff I was doing ahah)

Also I wanted to share my little lovely poem that’s somehow Pelle related…I’m not a professional writer or somth but I like what I’m writing. This one called December Moon and it’s about his brother Andres.

Hope you’ll like it 😔

Декабрьская луна

Небо разверглось пред стекло-глазами;

Меня этим не увлечь.

Забрать обратно б голоса те,

Что в гневе я хотел пресечь.

Не могу желать, чтоб люди жили,

Лишь горечь брали из утрат,

Чтоб по венам, костям, жилам.

Брата хоронил здесь брат.

От отчаяния рыдая на могиле средь лесов,

Словно хтонь круги мотая,

Дурную живность отгоняя,

И уставшей старой птицей повторяться «кто таков?».

Ты не страж и не прислуга,

Ты - обычный божий раб.

Так и выйди ж с сего круга,

Пади под молнии раскат.

Здесь декабрьская вьюга и луна тебя сместят,

Его душу упокОят, и тебя упокоЯт

В самый праздный месяц года

Сгинул в мире человек.

Захворал, устал немного,

Взад вернулся на щите.

Ты же помни - не виновен,

Выбор сделан не тобой.

Брат твой сам уйти решился,

Бросив жизнь и путь домой.

От судьбы не смог он скрыться,

Хоть каждый шаг он выбрал сам.

Считал, что белый свет - темница

Для человека, для Творца.

Луна не врет, пусть и корыстна,

Морозит, бьет, колотится

Быть может, если б не ведом так,

То было бы что с него взять

Ну а раз он сам решился,

Так не нужно поминать.

grabs tanzeldork and shakes him vigorously until his colors blend together

PLEASE be careful he will not survive the winter let alone a vigorous shake (he is going into the paint mixer next)

död with a black cat art challenge cmon

So... I've heard and I present to you..

little Ohlin with the hypothetical soot black cat, for funsies