This is a fun ducktales blog that stopped posting properly. Maybe something new will happen again someday, but for any new followers or anyone who is just enjoying the art, thank you!
Hello followers! I just wanted to drop a howdy-do, hope you’re all doing okay out there in the world, I mainly just hope you’re able to find some refuge of happiness in it somewhere, doing something fun, maybe getting to unwind a little.
I’m doing pretty fine myself! There’s a kinda sappy soupy thing under the cut
I think about this blog a lot, the people, the friends I’ve made along the way. I’ve been doing some growing and some changing and some returning and stuff like that, and I don’t think I’ll be coming back properly with duck art. I still think about it fondly, thinking about the lil community I found here is what really warms my heart and just getting the joy of spreading that magic around was really dang cool man. I really appreciate all of what you’ve done for me, the way it fulfilled my heart, artistic goals I didn’t dream of reaching. I had a really good time.
I am sorry for letting people down, though, for promising things I didn’t fulfill, requests left undone, commissions I never started. I had the best of intentions at the time, and no one’s ever given me shit for it, which is incredibly kind and gracious of you. Thank you!
What I treasure in my heart and carry with me everywhere is the opportunity of getting to share that with you guys, getting to experience your kindness, your validation of me. Whatever messages you received, whatever feelings you’ve felt in regards to anything I’ve done, I hope you feel seen. One of the things I liked about posting my art was thinking, I know I think a lil differently about stuff, I hope someone out there who thinks a lil differently could get some enjoyment out of this. I think through the kind messages ya’ll’ve sent me over the years I’ve managed to make that effect! And I’m really glad you’d let me know!
I can’t help but smile looking back at all this time and going back and seeing comments. Stuff I’d like to finish, wish I could finish, but I’ve also moved on from it a little, - but, they’re stories I still feel solidly about and don’t even for like. a second think weren’t totally fucking awesome. All this shit’s so genuine and I feel so good about it and I think is all completely valid storkules But I hit a place in my life I had to expand into something else!
So happily, I can announce I still draw quite contently! I’m also kind of a jealous dragon and I hoard it all to myself though. I’m having a good time and I hope you are too, still diving into the deep lore of ducks or intermingling with new passions. I’m so grateful I learned so much from this experience, what can I say? DRAW FANART OHMYGOSH YOU LEARN SO MUCH DRAWING FANART
With all of that, it’s just gonna be kind of quiet around here unless I just see something I feel like I need to spread with unrestrained joy. Or maybe draw something. Or maybe I’ll be brave enough to post something again someday. Might be ducks! might be not ducks? Thank you for being such a great fandom to be a part of
Thank you to everyone who has been sending such kind messages, I promise I really do read them all, even if I can't reply, but while these messages are wonderful (and really. I mean it. just the nicest and most heartfelt things I've ever seen) the sad fact is they don't change my situation. But you can change it. You can help me.
If you know my situation, if you want to help me, please write to Glitch Productions. They are the only people who can, and I believe, might, be able and willing to save me. SMG4 has ignored me, even through a legal letter. I have no hope that they will do otherwise, but Glitch are a different case and I think they just genuinely don't know I exist. I have sent them a message, to no reply, but more messages means more of a chance they will notice. IF you are on twitter please message that way, I closed my account there years ago, and please be polite: I am not asking for hate, even if I've received it.
Even a short message will help. I need numbers, I need voices. My own voice is being drowned out, but you can speak for me as well.
This is a pretty fucked up situation! Modmad is a longtime friend of mine and I know probably anyone who's followed me knows of them too, and it's just really disappointing to hear in this day and age that not only are creators treating other creators this way, but to refuse to even acknowledge Modmad is on a whole other level. And not even to address the simply vile actions of people who send off hatemail..
I sent off a message through the link myself to Glitch studios. I'm not sure what else to say.. I just wanted to help give a signal boost, and to say to Modmad that I love you.
Your work is incredible, inspirational, and most of all, certainly not overshadowed by whatever Glitch is producing. Watching you pursue your own dream, your own spark, is a remarkable thing, and you've always been leagues ahead in the way you conduct yourself with your work and your fans. This factor is always underrated, of course, until you see it up against what is a (smallish? But undeniably a growing media giant) and they have all the opportunity to display these fine qualities themselves, and by observing the difference between you and them, we can conclude that they Simply Choose Not To. Which is shocking and weird! Because these fine qualities are FREE, though they are certainly NOT easily earned.
Anyway. I hope you come ahead on this, I hope you rest in ease someday, I hope you know that the audience you draw are the people drawn to You. And I love you.
I’ve noticed some posts around about how you can’t romanticize your life during a fascist regime and while I deeply sympathize with this sentiment, I want you to try to understand that’s what they want you to believe.
Fascism thrives best in the cesspool of hopelessness. They want us so confused and hopeless that we give in. When you give in, you don’t fight back.
If you wait for life to look good to do the things that bring you joy; life will still be bad - you will just have less joy.
As someone who has struggled with my mental health a lot for the last thirty years, I know this struggle firsthand. And changing this belief system - the one where you spend all of your time expecting bad things so you won’t be surprised when they happen - it’s the hardest work that I have ever done. And I’m not perfect; I still have setbacks. I still experience really real fears about the state of the world and the US, in particular, because that’s where I live.
But I made a vow to myself that I will not let the choices of others ruin my life. When I made that vow, I was thinking of my parents - but it applies to the state of the government right now, too.
There are still flowers in my garden, and ripe tomatoes, and it’s almost pick-your-own apples season, and I have plans with my friends to go to as many cemetery ghost walks as we can find this October.
I still deserve to live. I still deserve to laugh. I still deserve to love. I still deserve to be as happy as I can be.
I was like ten minutes out from work when it actually clicked in my head that it was the 21st of September so I threw down a spaghetti sketch, just vibing, came back to finish it today.
