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It seems to be unfortunately common to steal artwork on instagram, twitter or other platform. So many people seem to think there's no shame in taking someone else's hard work, and claiming it's theirs. In case it wasn't obvious already, that is not okay. Picture by Anna Pyhäjärvi, MUAH by Blue. I speak to those jackasses now.  How DARE you?   Artists put their soul and heart to their work. Be it a painting, a photograph or digital art. How DARE you abuse the hard work, sweat and tears we have put into our craft?  The years we put in practicing, failing and trying again, can you even imagine what we have given to possess these skills? Of course you can't. You haven't put in the work, you only want the likes and the attention. You are not an artist, you are a coward with no spine.  Now, why am I upset, even if it's not my work being stolen that prompted this post? Because it easily could have been. Someone could've used my face, my words,...

Our new shortfilm is out! Here are snapshots from what turned out to be the most fulfilling project we have ever made. Everyone pulled their weight, and we could not have asked for a better team. Salla Nyholm (@sallanyholm), Ida R. and Marissa Kolster (@missakolster) were our lead actresses, who modeled for these photos as well, with the awesome Iiro Rautiainen(@iirora) as the photographer. The film's location was Villa Solgård in Inkoo, Finland (www.villasolgard.com). A lovely organic farm with sheep, geese, chickens, horses and other animals (and the most delicious strawberries). The perfect location for our vision. The costumes were provided by Artistiasu (@artistiasu), a costume rental place located in Savio, Finland. They are truly amazing. Makeup and hair was done by Blue, and the set design, script and directing was by Red. Production was a breeze, thanks to our assistants Suvi Tynkkynen (@suviie) and Karoliina Heikkinen (who provided us with delicious...

Our souls are but a loan, and when they are due, Lady Death will have us. Eventually, we will all belong to Her. She values us, and she loves us. She is patient, and she is fair. She will have us all in the end, but not a moment before it is our time.  (Photo by the formidable Anna  Pyhäjärvi @annapyhajarvi, MUAH, the poem and the headpiece by Red @anarctica)

With a promise I give myself to you, and take you as my own. But know this, you shall never tame me. My soul wishes to run free, hungry and wild.  My passion burns brighter with you, so I ask you, don't try to stifle me. After all, it's you whom I chose to run by my side. (Credits: Photography Anna Pyhäjärvi (@annapyhajarvi), models Red (@anarctica) and Haades (@shadowsoul_huskies). Muah by Blue (@marsvinne) and dress by Terhi Löfman (@ateljeeaaria). Special thanks to our assistants Simo (@simo.toiviainen) and Haades's owner Soile.)

She walked in with nothing in her mind. ''Let's meet there'' her friends had said, yet they were nowhere in sight. But destiny had a hand in this play, for what waited for her inside, would change her life, not just her day. They touched, and there was electricity in the air. It felt like ancient history, and she knew, that she had seen before that special flare. How does one greet a soulmate? One that descends time. You need no words, no script, no lines. So that moment they knew, this moment was to be cherished. And it would not be ruined, and so, everything else could perish. They danced, as their souls intertwined. For the first time, fate had been kind. Their hearts rejoiced, and the universe silenced its requem.. ...For now everything was ahead of them. (Photography by Kimmo Kuisma (@kimmo.kuisma.photography). Models Red (@anarctica) and Oscar Matthias (@oscarmatthias). Dance choreography by Blue (@marsvinne). You can find the ...

She was on the side of the road, with her feet sore. She found her lost, but in that moment, both of them were lost no more. Everyone said it was wrong, unproper, illegal even. They didn't care, because they felt, there was no room for hatred in their Eden. Kindred spirits, soulmates, what this was, they didn't know. Everything was right with her, and for the first time of their lives, they saw all colours of the rainbow.   She was thrilled,and could no longer keep a secret. But instead of happy, she found her father frustrated. He became so angry, accusing her of a crime. ''You're not my daughter'' he roared, to which she couldn't chime. Shunned, abandoned, with nowhere to call home. Bridges burned, she felt all alone. The only escape, she felt, was to the unknown. The world was cruel, and unjust. Their love could not flourish in a world without equality and trust. So, ripped from each other again, in what seemed like something f...

In this life, he searched for what was lost. Little did he know what his  resolve would cost. She walked in for the first time, beautiful Lady Red. And they both somehow knew they had already met. Promises forgotten, they drowned  in each other. They betrayed everything, and sunk deeper without bother. However fate could not allow this to commence, for he belonged to someone else. (Photography by: Iiro Rautiainen (@iirora), models Oscar Matthias (@oscarmatthias), Red (anarctica) and Blue (marsvinne). Hair and makeup by Blue, costumes by Artistiasu (@artistiasu). Story and poems by Red. Short film of the project in our youtubechannel  Blueredpill .)

Time and time, now and then, together and apart once again. She was the daughter of a noble family, he was a knight of a high integrity. Their eyes met, and they knew, this was a start of something new.   They shared thoughts, love and respect. They were naïve, of what hadn't happened yet. They yearned for each other, and they met every night, until eventually he was called to join a neverending fight. Promises were made, and so began her longing. However, it wasn't yet meant to be... ...For war was their undoing. (Photography by Anna Pyhäjärvi (@annapyhajarvi), models Oscar Matthias (@oscarmatthias), Red (@anarctica) and Abracadabra (@withabracadabra). Costumes by Artistiasu (@artistiasu). MUAH by Blue (@marsvinne). Story and poems by Red. You can find the shortfilm in our youtube channel Blueredpill.)

It has been a cold and harsh winter. Faelyn, the lady of the frost, has found herself growing weary. She has stayed in this place far too long, not allowing the snow to melt or the birds to build their nests. She waits eagerly, smiling with anticipation, because she knows, today is the day. The first warm rays of sunlight touch her face as she lifts her gaze to the trees. There is no more snow weighing down the branches, and they no longer bow to Faelyn. Instead, they rise up to pay their respects to her sister, the lady of prime. Felka has returned. The two sisters can only meet twice a year. Last time they saw each other, Faelyn had made the trees lose their crowns of leaves and the ground freeze solid with a woeful goodbye to Felka. Now she can feel her sister's presence once more. The snow starts to melt, and form bubbling streams. Birds start to sing again, and nature comes alive right in front of Faelyn's eyes. And there she is. Felka walks with anxious strides, fol...

Hair. Something we all have to some extent, whether it's on our head or somewhere else. I'll be focusing on the ones on my head on this post. The name ''Red'' obviously comes from the color of my hair. Well, not just that, but it definitely started that way. It has become the color of my very essence. Red is the color of passion and fierceness, in my opinion at least. And I have found myself with more passions than I can count. ''Hair is a woman's crown''. That's a sentence I took to heart in my youth. I wanted to grow my hair long and beautiful, so I could make all kinds of do's on it. I died it red when I was 12 years old. It started off as a mild copper-hue, but sooner or later it became full on bright red. And I loved it. When I turned 15, I was having trouble fitting in. Everyone else had ''normal'' hair, so I made my own so as well. I died it brown with blonde highlights. I also cut it. For a while I felt c...

Hey everyone! Blue here! Today I want to shed light to a topic that is not that much discussed. Our channel and blog is a gateway for Red and I to make new stuff and be inspired. Our channel is a way to express ourselves and we really enjoy making new content. I am a very open person about my conditions and my life here on our blog and our YouTube channel, so I thought that I would tell you  my story. Ever since I was a kid I have been sick a lot, and by that I mean A LOT. I was always the first one in our family to get sick, and I have always been sick every few months. It is a vicious cycle. I remember having headaches quite often, and because of those I've had glasses since I was 14 years old. Still my headaches never fully disappeared. I have always kinda known there was something a bit off, that there was something wrong with me. I am a very happy person, very social and I like hanging out with my friends and going out. I like studying and I am very interested in th...

Sabilla loved to lean on old trees. The shade was cool and bark felt chill on her skin. A gentle breeze that blew through the forest brushed gently against her cheek. Sometimes a beast of the forest would wander here to keep her company, be it a lonely bachelor wolf or a solitary bear. Sabilla felt a connection to the beasts, since they wouldn’t flee from her. They had an understanding, trust that could never be broken. Neither would hurt the other, and they would remain coexisting in harmony.  Sabilla’s eyes peered up at the light that trickled between the leaves. There was a time she yearned to feel the warmth and light, to be able to step out of the shadows and soar together with the birds. But that was never her purpose. She could live the light through her sister. The dark, ever alert eyes turned to glance to nearby stream. There she was, the light of the forest. A small river splashed as Sorina made circles in it with her hands. The water reflected the sunlight onto he...

It was quiet in the council of the Forest King. The King sat on his mighty throne and looked upon his green land, the high trees, the rays of sun coming through the leaves and dotting the forest floor. For the first time in a millenia he felt at ease with his kingdom, but he had no one to share this serenity with. The Forest King searched for advice in the animals, and found a pattern. Everything has continuity, someone or something to continue their existence after they’re gone.  The Forest King smiled with a thought. He reached down and took a handful of moss, dirt and roots in his large but gentle hand.   He started molding, fashioning, detailing, until the he had formed a figure of a human of the soil. He set the figure down on a mossy rock in the shadow of an old pine tree. He cast a spell so powerful, that the whole forest held its breath. ’’From the soil and roots you will be born. Your ears will hear the smallest rustle, even the steps of ants. ...