123 fans, compared to 122 fans, is a way cooler number. Imagine getting to 1,234 fans. Glad you guys all enjoy my art enough to stick around. I hope to keep delivering better art even in the new year.

But I got a question for you all. What do you want to see more from me? Anything from specific characters, a style you'd like me to continue drawing in, maybe even new places and faces. Let me know in the comments below.

Well, well, well. Finally got around to getting this. No buyer's remorse here. Newgrounds has been a nice place to rediscover myself. I also changed my username because nobody would remember SmugerryARugerry. Anyways.

I've been shaking u how I view myself and the art I produce. It's taken a lot for me to exit my usual comfort zone, but like I've said, "The less bullshit I have, the better off I'll be." And this is true for both my real life and my art. That means you guys will see less frequent uploads from me, but I'm sure nobody will mind. I hope to make a change for the better, for MY OWN better.

I don't want to be stuck in an endless self-abusive loop of paranoia and second-guessing. I have to get out of my own head. Because little did I know, I was only making myself more miserable by staying attached to the OCs and worlds I made, and that wasn't the right move. Never grow too attached to your characters, they said. They were right.

So what does this mean for you? I dunno. What did you want from me? I know what I want from me. And I think that that's all that matters, really. It's for me. And then you. Not the other way around.

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Acceptance is a bitch, ain't it?

Hi, all. Smug here.

A lot of you may have seen my previous updates in the past. Some of you may have noticed that I was struggling with nailing down just who I was.

Turns out, there wasn't actually anything wrong with me. Or, well, nothing wrong that wasn't normal.

Y'all read the title. Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on. I didn't, because I didn't think it was a crisis, I thought it was just ME. Turns out it wasn't. I was just going through a very, VERY agonizing time of my life. I wasn't enjoying the art I made, I wasn't challenging myself, I doubted everything and everyone around me. But as I get older, and the lower my bullshit tolerance gets, the more I realize what was important to me. And then there was my art!

Boy, if I have to be honest, I think my art fuckin' BLOWS. It's rigid and stiff and fuckin' boring as hell, which was at odds with how extreme and wild I felt my art COULD be. And yet, when I did try to get wild, the results were cool, but they lacked substance and lasting power. And during this crisis, it's been hard not to see that doing all of this was not only necessary, but practically natural. It's all part of the process.

Igor and TPAB rule, by the way.

So, what now? Something wonderful happens. My ability to have fun is coming back, and my old rigid and stiff dogma is slowly shedding away. I can look forward to making art again. And, hell, I might sound corny saying it, but I'm starting to appreciate and remember all the good that's happened to me. The people I've met throughout my life, the ups and downs. We remember the past not to erase pain, but to accept that it was things we did, both good and bad. And I'm not perfect; I'm not a saint. But the pain I felt was never to break my spirit. I was just tearing my shame and guilt to pieces.

A coworker told me that you can't drown your demons. They always learn how to swim. And hey, if you're reading this, and going through the same situation? Don't worry. You'll be alright. The important thing is to always sail forward to clearer, less demon-infested waters.

Title.

Being on here has been incredible for me and my mental health, and I hope I get to make more art that's much cooler in the future!

Oh boy. This isn't easy to admit.

For a very, very long time, I've been keeping my head in the kitchen, ignoring the problems going on around me while trying to solve problems that didn't even exist in the first place. It wasn't until recently when I realized I couldn't put it off my chores any longer. Just like in real life, I have to take some time to clean up and do what's right.

In other words, the burnout is real and I really need to take some time off. I have to rethink, refocus, and redesign my approach to my art. Because if I don't, the entire kitchen's is gonna meltdown or explode, and as someone who's had experience working in a kitchen, a clean house is a happy house. And I have a LOT to cleanup.

Quick updated today.

First and foremost, I've deleted the only two Adult-rated pictures from my gallery, as I recognize that they weren't in the best of tastes and/or weren't my finest work. If you know, you know.

Second, gonna be working on more OC stuff soon, but with more fanart mixed in. I've been getting back into comics (very slowly, never grew up around anything outside of Sunday funnies) and drawing fanart of characters from DC and Marvel the like.

Anyways, that's it for me. Hope y'all have a good day!

I’m cutting straight to the point here. I’m going to be using my news posts to actually post news and such.

First, I have to explain what happened with that last blog post. I wanted to try being all artsy and make a nice poem about my struggles. But reading back on it makes me realize, I never needed any of that.

Secondly, I’m still dealing with stuff upstairs if you know what I mean. Lots of self-doubt and self-acceptance, the usual.

Thirdly, I would like to know what you guys think about my art. Not because I’ve been craving attention, but it’s because I feel like I’m not getting the full picture.

I want to know what you guys think of my art so far and where you think I could improve. Point out inconsistencies that I miss, comment about how I draw things, et cetera. 

Leave your comments below and I’ll read them when I have time. Hope y’all have a good day. Smug out. 

To those of you worried: This is a good news post. Not a bad one. 

For a long time, I had very chronic headaches caused by my anxiety. The same anxiety, which for those of you who’ve read these, is probably why I’ve been making this many posts in the first place. I felt like my head was nothing but a balloon waiting to pop.

And then, as the title suggested, I took one edible and my entire brain just felt so much lighter and clearer. I feel like I can actually sort through my thoughts clearly. And they said weed was bad for you.

I mean it is if you smoke it too often, and I don’t like smoking anyways so…

For a very long time, I had fear that if I wasn’t the next Star Wars or Warhammer, I’d be irrelevant and subjugated to a void of obscurity. Everyone has these fears. Everybody has these worries of not feeling important. So you try your hardest to stand out and be something that everyone likes.

Except for me. I found my capabilities weren’t matching the insanely high one-man ambitions that I was scheming up. I was franchising before I even had an idea worth franchising. I was running before I was walking.

So I’m gonna keep it simple: I’m gonna have my own brand of fun, but I’m gonna do it the best I can. And that doesn’t mean to start making new OCs to make a movie idea with or whatever, just make whatever comes to mind, and what sticks sticks because it just does.

That’s all. 

I can’t believe weed helped me solve my problems. How long have I been missing out?

The last post was a bit dour, so this one’s going to be more lighthearted.

As lighthearted as being honest can be, really. It’s like having fun slapping a dead fish.

I’m working on improving myself and my mentality towards my art and how I approach my creative process. In other words, how I make stuff is not making me feel like I’m challenging myself enough. I’m sick of feeling like no one cares about what I make, because truthfully told, I myself don’t care much about it, and I feel as though it shows in some things more than others.

Quality takes time, after all. A lot of time. I’ve been young and impatient before and rushed ideas out, but that’s what young people are supposed to do, after all. Be stupid, make a series of bad decisions, and so on. Of course, unlike most young people, I never got a fake ID to enter a bar underage, get married in high school, get divorced to said under-20s wife, start a Ponzi scheme using cryptocurrencies, and get sent to prison for twenty years for money laundering and drug possession. 

Compared to some people, I must be doing at least ONE thing right.

I’ve always felt like an outlier, really. Always wanted to be taken more seriously, always wanted to have the wisdom others had learned so I wouldn’t make the same fumbles. Wanted to grow up faster. And yet, the people who tended to act like that ended up being dickheads when they were older.

So what am I writing this for? Well, mostly to say that this is a great period of time for me to, say, make a series of bad decisions that may pay off in the end. Just draw badly, because drawing something badly but with passion is better than keeping it safe. This IS Newgrounds, after all. You HAVE to start being yourself, because every day, other people out there are being you better than you.

This proves that I am once again a person heavily affected by exterior perspectives on societal norms, who fears ostracization but also wishes to stand out, a paradox of intentions and emotions that can be solved by uttering a very simple and benign phrase that many have spoken but fail to understand:

“Fuck it, we ball.”

Sincerely,

Smugeth A. Rugeth

P.S. More art to come. Stay tuned.