Never Thought About It Like This Before

Never thought about it like this before

"Draw for yourself" is such bullshit.

Do actors act for themselves ?? No, they act for the applause. The validation. The encouragement. The feeling that they're doing a good job. The thrill of performing to people.

So why do artists get shoved in the box of not deserving validation ??

"Draw for yourself" is a terrible excuse. "Draw for yourself" indicates unwillingness to support an artist. "Draw for yourself" because I, saying this to an artist, am too lazy to boost their creations.

"Be okay creating for nothing". No. Entire capitalistic systems are beginning to collapse because people don't like doing shit for no reason. It's not even like anyone's demanding money ; just a pat on the head & a reblog here & there.

"Draw for yourself".

Why ??

Why not, instead ; "show your true colors, & we will appreciate them".

I've been pestering my sibling about drawing rottmnt fanart for months now, and here's their first attempt! FIRST!

This is one of the cooler designs ive seen ngl

Heyo! Have this really self-indulgent piece I made just now :]

There is no lore whatsoever behind this picture, I just did what I thought looked cool lmao

I've been part of this fandom for a little while now, but I haven't made any art related to it until now. (scandalous, I know)

I think it's pretty obvious that I didn't stick 100% to his canon design, but took a few creative liberties regarding things like his markings and shell.

One thing I had a lot of fun with was choosing which colours to use, and how to then shade each colour later on :]

It's really cool to see a character that I relate to so much in my own art style, I'll definetly be creating more fan-art in the future! ^-^

(and I don't doubt these green dudes will re-appear in my art, it was fun to draw something that isn't quite human :])

Turtles aside, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day! ^-^

Yours truly, Stickbug 🪲

That moment when art block hits when you're 3/4th done with your next post

Been listening to this song since last night, and apparently, I'm having the best day ever?? I'm about to cry over how happy I'm feeling today. This is dope

Look at this

LOOK AT THIS

THIS IS MY SIBLING RIGHT HERE?? WITH THEIR FUNKY ART??

BEAUTIFUL. GORGEOUS. CHECK THEM OUT!

THEY MAKE THE BEST RELATABLE POSTS, TOO

Hi friends!! ^-^

I haven't posted any art for a little while, and that simply won't do!

Just because I haven't made any new funky art, doesn't mean I can't show you some of my old funky art :]

So here is a little compilation of some doodles, art I've made and put on my wall, and the occasional sketchbook spread! ^-^

It's pretty obvious that I don't stick to any specific art style, huh?

It completely depends on whatever feels best in the moment lol :]

Doodles, corvids and fall-themed precious bois aside, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day! 🧡

Yours truly, Stickbug 🪲

The feral boys deserve chin scritches for their traumatic pasts😤

This is absolutely gorgeous! Just like the other two! :]

I genuinely can't get enough of this lil mixed au we got going on! It's so sweet!

Another snapshot you can blame on @lukas6246 and our excessive conversations about what happens when a semi-feral peepaw and a semi-feral dinosaur parrot meet and make a connection.

Be careful when offering chin scritches to a giant, sleep-deprived turtle mutant twice your size and several times your weight.

It's been three hours, according to his phone. His legs are asleep, his hand is tired, and he's pretty sure he's now seen 37% of all of the content ever posted on Reddit. Mikey brought him a drink about an hour ago, along with a wink and a quip about staying hydrated, which earned the little turtle a playful rolling of eyes.

And still Leon is draped half across Eshra's lap, rumbling away, his whole shell vibrating from the strength of it. A couple of times, Eshra has tried to stop scritching the slider's chin and jaw to give his fingers a break, only for Leon to crack open one eye and voice an annoyed chuff, making the yokai chuckle and indulgently resume.

Finally, half an hour later when Eshra is deeply immersed in yet another entirely believable story about somebody's family drama -- twins, why is it always twins? -- he realizes the rumbling has stopped. He looks down in some surprise, then smiles gently when he sees the slow, even rise and fall of Leon's carapace. At last. The big mutant has been having some rough nights, so it's a relief to see him properly asleep. Eshra strokes his head a few times, earning himself a sleepy noise he hopes is of contentment, before finally letting his hand drop onto Leon's upper carapace, his feathers spread out over his friend's shell like a protective blanket. He shifts just enough to start feeling some tingling in his legs, wiggles his toes, and goes back to the tale of the lady who had twins with her brother-in-law and wants to know if she's really the asshole here, or if her own twin sister is just overreacting.

A familiar footstep makes his crest twitch, much like how a cat might flick an ear when its attention is caught, and he glances up just enough to catch sight of Leo from the corner of his eye. The young slider is watching his older self… brother… whatever -- Eshra is still getting used to… this whole situation -- with an expression of gentle concern.

Eshra takes this exceedingly rare opportunity to study Leo's face; usually they're too busy snarking and sniping at each other behind Leonardo's back. The kid's older than his years. All of the brothers are, but Leo wears it differently. More heavily. It breaks Eshra's heart, while at the same time making that old, familiar rage against the krang spark and threaten to catch fire. He swallows it down, forces it back, and instead adopts a gentle smile. He doesn't speak, simply lifts the arm he has draped over Leon's back in invitation. Little Leo doesn't say anything either, doesn't even look at the yokai… but he does accept, almost without hesitation, crawling up to sprawl over his adopted older brother's carapace.

Eshra waits for him to settle, then delicately brings his hand to rest on that blue-bandana'd head. He can feel Leo tense under his fingers, but that all melts away when Eshra starts to scritch and pet, and although neither of them will ever mention it, the feathered yokai is pretty damn sure he hears the quietest churring starting up. He swallows a triumphant grin.

Progress.