First And Last PJSK Content You're Ever Gonna See From Me

Guyssss I’m not dead !!! I’ve just been really tired and focused on other stuff sorry:(((

Anyway happy new year everyone!!(two weeks late :3) here is Spider-Man Chuu for y’all <3

Extra yap:

I tried to make references using the sheet music choices

The art is honestly barely connected to the themes...it was more like me trying to capture the feeling I get when listening to the climax of the song

The primarily monochrome color scheme is a reference to the White Noise music video

Hopefully Fyodor doesn't come off as creepy or scheming or anything guys he's actually just a silly guy

He also looks like such a fucking rat here I love him

Also the all white outfit is an unintentional reference to the Mersault uniform lmao

holy shit...no way...is that? BSD BAND AU CONTENT !??! explodes

Thinking of doing a series of little arts with each member of the DoA band in the AU as a Will Wood song because they are Will Wood adjacent to me (blame Fyolai for excreting neurodivergence and non-conformity all over their songwriting /aff)

Anywayyssss first installment in the series we have Fyodor as White Noise!

Reasons for picking this song:

The song is generally agreed to have themes of meaning, specifically feeling things are meaningless and finding meaning for yourself in inherently meaningless things

Some people interpret the song to also be how capitalism and consumer culture strips art of meaning or waters down what is considered art and why

The last verse gives me inexplicable Fyodor energy (" you fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel. Try to make room in your skull but it's full them. All of the things that you think about think about thinking. I know it's hard, but they're not who you are: They're white noise. ")

Bonus: As far as I'm aware, this is the only Will Wood song that uses cello, so. :3

I just found out recently that Will said the song is actually about suicide and depression...but also as the extension its about not being able to find meaning even in the things you create yourself so it still works.

If anyone cares enough to theorise I would love to hear it <3

THIS ISNT BSD RELATED SORRY BUT HOLY SHIT?? I MADE IT?!?! :DD

CASTING LIST!(so far)

Grian/Main/Winner:Florence Chase

Oli/Narrartor: G. E. Williams

Pearl/Brief ending appearance: Toast Hundt

Scott smajor: Bubbles

Jimmy solidarity: Kat

BigB: NOT CAST

Tango Tek: Foxglovefaith/Abigail faith

Martyn inthelittlewood: Philip(he/him)

Rendog/Redking: Karissa fanning

Implusesv: NOT CAST

ZombieCleo: Xamira the parrot

BdoubleO100: NOT CAST

Skizzleman: @kingsnak3-blog

Joel smallishbeans: Charlie ashton

Ethoslab: NOT CAST

GoodtimeswithScar: Lofn Klaus

congrats to the cast people so far we still have a few roles open and are keeping the forms up so go audition if you want those parts! Have a great day/night :)!

I made text dividers from some paintings I liked. I think it's good?

Like and reblog if you're going to use it!

Blorbo doodle for Valentines :3

Probably would be more logical to make a new blog instead of just completely overhauling my og one, but I can't be arsed to come up with a new but same way to say my username

Two kinds of people (this amuses me to the inexplicably large extent)

(left is Dazai right is Nikolai)

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