@strayno - Tumblr Blog

i like to draw my original characters. character design, tabletop art, comics..

i have been very absent from tumblr.. but just fyi i am not dead

#i post doodles in twitter too #its linked on the profile

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For @strayno from @rabbitown Happy holidays!

strayno

i dont think i haver ever seen this! thank you so much!! i love !

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This is a gift for @straygodess. From @sugarcandyweapons

I instantly fell in love with this character, and also I’m a sucker for the color green.

straygodess

gosh she looks so awesome!! @sugarcandyweapons thank you so much for liking my gremlin!

#maeva #ahhh

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This gift art is for @straygodess from tsunderegreen!

straygodess

@tsunderegreen thank you thank you! Mae looks so lovely and i really adore the little green crescent and her edgy phone with the little charm ;;

#maeva #!!

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for @strayno from @miraelisart! i saw edgy clothes and came running

straygodess

@miraelisart thank you so much!! i love her, the colors are so perfect

#maeva #HER

i had no energy left to finish this picture the way i imagined but the cute medibang patterns helped making it look nice. can you spot the gremlin in the picture

#art by op #digital art #deadlock #emi #eji #mae #(hint: its maeva)

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For the artists who went unnoticed, who filled margins and sketchbooks but never let the pictures see the light of day. For the writers who never could get the people they loved to read their work; who spent hours a day pouring effort into pages only to never have readers, never have positive feedback. For the dancers with the “wrong” body type. For the actors who only ever got small roles. For the musicians who had choir voices or ninth chair skills or nobody in the audience.

For hearing “what’s the point of taking a class that easy,” for not being allowed to take the class at all. For hearing “I can do better,” or worse, that noncommittal “oh”. For hours working not even given a second of someone’s time. For parents that occasionally glanced it over but mostly waved it off and said “it’s fine do your homework.” For knowing you’re not good enough to make a profit from it, for being told a lack of commission quality was the same thing as being worthless, for believing it. For not being considered “talented” but somehow remaining passionate. For the not-good-enoughs, who never got famous, never got seen, never got anything.

For the creators. Even when you were unnoticed and unloved and embarrassed of your passions. Even when it hurt and got annoying and felt foolish to be doing. Even when nobody was looking: you made things. You saw empty space and pulled from the ether. You put your heart and soul into things other people never bothered knowing. You were told you were wasted on what you loved; you loved what other people considered a waste.

No more making in the dark. I want to see what you do even if “it’s bad”, even if nobody else ever asks you to. Come into the light. Make to spite them. Make for a younger you that didn’t have the energy, make because they couldn’t kill what burned in you even after years of suffocating, make because the idea of not-making is scary. Make for the sheer sake of making, because all art is an act against entropy. Make and be happy. It doesn’t need to be amazing. Do you know what you’re doing every time you’re creating.

The word “abracadabra” means “I create as I speak.” Tell me you aren’t magic. You force something from nothing. You made. And you make. How much more powerful can one person be?

And you deserved better than what you received.