I’ve received a lot of letters from artists asking to check out their artwork and their blog, and I’ve noticed that a lot of them openly write unhealthy amounts of negative comments about their artwork, it was super depressing, honestly. :(
Confidence plays a very very important role as an artist, it’s what helps us learn and grow without the constant feeling of doubt and jealousy! You are a unique individual who must go down your own unique path, and as scary as it sounds, you can’t rely on others to hold your hand all the way through. You are the only one who can get yourself to where you need to go, and beating up your artwork is not the way! Trust yourself and your abilities to make a change, and you can do anything!!
Love your art, love yourself!
“Oi,Oi,Oi! Don’t just crawl away from me, moss dwarf!” She stepped in front of him so he couldn’t leave her. A sighed escaped her when she stared at him. “I didn’t mean it that way, okay? Here, you can play with him if you want.” She placed her stuffed Kumashi next to him. “Seriously.. I don’t understand babies.” She mumbled to herself.
Pausing as the girl stopped him from crawling away, Zoro would’ve gritted his teeth if he had any. Glaring at the bear at his side, the marimo headed infant simple crawled between the girl’s legs and continued on his way.
((Like hell I’m staying with you.))
She watched how he tried to stand on his two feet - and then failed. She started to laugh while she walked towards the chair he was now sitting on. “Horohorohoro~ What a weak squirt you are!” Of course he was. After all, he was just a baby but she kinda ignored that fact. “What is it? Should I help you?” She asked before she placed her hands on her hip.
Glaring at the girl, Zoro grumbled under his breath and settled for crawling away. He wanted to at least leave with a bit of dignity, though if that was his only way of getting away from the pinkette, he’d happily take it.
–And where do you think you’re going…?!
Whatever the baby was speaking about, he didn’t understand nor wanted to listen to his cries. Sanji was sure he had gone all the way for the rum, of course. As if he hadn’t caught him doing so in the past. Sure he had turned himself into a baby, but his wit hadn’t changed at all.
–Hey! Stop kicking! Be glad that I worry about your baby liver! You should be having water or milk instead.
"Amah! AnnnnnnNNnnnn!" ((Moron, I want to get drunk! Milk and water wont do that!))
Knowing that he wouldn’t get his booze, Zoro clenched his hands into fists before digging his heel into the cook’s arm. Just because he was cared for, doesn’t mean he had to enjoy it.
When he couldn’t get the kid to eat anymore, he took a dishcloth and cleaned his mouth and front (As best he could, anyway). “Much better.” He didn’t know much about kids, but he did know their stomachs were fussy as all hell.
"I don’t know if you’re old enough to burp yet but I guess I’d better be safe." he folded the towel he’d used to clean the kid’s front to throw over his shoulder. Cautiously, he set the baby on his shoulder and went back to the living room to sit on the couch again. Gently he tapped the baby’s back, hoping the kid didn’t suddenly puke it all back up again.
Whining as he was being cleaned with the unfamiliar object, the marimo haired infant found himself squirming a bit as he was relocated to the blond’s shoulder.
"Ammnn…." Feeling the gentle patting upon his back, he let out a few small burps before curling up against his shoulder.
holy shit, the notes….
This has more notes than the ‘Make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged pic on tumblr’
1 million more than the last time this crossed my dash.
11mio. o.O just wow
I’m glad that my gif is still there
Sanji glanced over his shoulder at the sound of the galley door opening, half expecting it to be Luffy trying to sneak in and steal, but upon seeing the tiny swordsman he smiled softy. Even if he was a marimo, he was still adorable. “Dinner will be done in another minute or two…”
He couldn’t help but note that apparently no one had been watching the little guy if he’d gotten in there by himself. He’d have to berate everyone else for that later. Well, everyone but the ladies.
At this point Sanji wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to the little swordsman.
Stretching his back, the chef got up and off the couch and lazily made his way over to the porthole beside it. As soon as he looked out the small, circular window though his azure eyes widened slightly.
"Oi, marimo." As his eyes returned to their normal size he turned and made his way to stand beside the infant on the couch. "The sun’s down, so you need to go to bed."
"Nnnnnn." ((Hah? I’m a fuckin’ adult. I don’t need a curfew…)) Peering down upon himself, the swordsman scoffed lightly at his own remark.
"Nuh dah." ((I’m not tired. Not super energetic either, but I’m not usually like that anyway.))
Moving away from the cook until he bottom hit the back of the couch, Zoro cringed a bit and tossed the man a glare.
“…I thought every baby would be cute. But I was wrong it seems.”
Twitching his brow a bit, the infant scoffed and crossed his arms. (( Good. I don’t have any interest in being appealing to you. ))
Moving a bit, Zoro latched onto a nearby chair to hoist himself into a standing position. However, he fell back onto the ground shortly after.
((Tch’ weak ass body.))
COLOR PALETTE MASTERPOST by forbiddenforest
So today I felt like sharing some useful websites that provide pre-made color palettes (left side), as well as sites that allow you to create custom ones (right side). They can be used for graphic design, themes, art, interior design,
or just something pretty to look at.
Adobe Kuler (Explore)
Adobe Kuler (Create)
Color Palette Generator (paste the URL of an image and it will automatically generate a pallet that matches the image)
Color Hunter (upload an image and it will automatically generate a pallet that matches the image)
I hope you find this useful (and please like or reblog if you did)! Enjoy :)
He watched the green headed child messily eat his carrots as his frontside was christened with little globules of the mixture. “Figures. Okay here you go, little marimo. Eat up.” He continued to spoon feed the child.
He tried not to think about cleaning the poor kid up later.
Once he’d had enough, the infant began to move his face away from the spoon. “Nnnnn….”
The carrot covered marimo shot a stubborn look towards the cook and closed his mouth.