oh yeah and this is mine

mommabearsdayoff  asked:

Out of curiosity, was there ever a time where you did ship Pucca and Garu? I know I started off shipping them, but gradually I accepted other ships as well (otherwise why would I be here? c:) But I was just curious if you started off the same way as me!

Oh yeah of course! I shipped them when I first started watching the show~ They were my OTP back then!
I have a ton of GaruxPucca fanart in my gallery, which you can see slowly diminish during the production of the comic Pucca: What’s Yours is Mine hahaha

My feelings towards the ship started to change when I wrote/illustrated WYIM, as some people are aware of. 
There are a lot of events during its production that affected how I feel towards the GaruxPucca ship, all of which I don’t want to get into, as they’re all quite personal.
It’s not the same for me anymore, and I’ll leave it at that.

TobexPucca is my real OTP~

I hope that answers your question! And anyone out there that might have been wondering the same thing.


baekhyun + lotto = holy fck.

squimble-the-slug-witch  asked:

I love the art style of your Valentina piece; you said you were "looking at a lot of 50s lifestyle art with graphic black". I love that art style too! Do you have some artist names I could look up? I never know who does all that gorgeous advert art other than Rockwell and Leyendecker--especially with that use of black, that's my favourite.

oh yeah, absolutely! Leyendecker and Rockwell are absolute masters, but there are a ton of illustrators to look at for later, more graphic mid-century work. A couple favourites of mine include Al Parker:

Jon Whitcomb:

Coby Whitmore:

Earl Oliver Hurst:

Pete Hawley:

…and not entirely of the same school, but Mead Scheaffer is killer at large swaths of black and value grouping throughout a composition:

…ditto that for Tom Lovell:

….and a million other artists that I’m sure I’m forgetting. But hopefully this is a good starting point! And here are some great compendium books to check out as well:


you are not your own

“you’ve taken my light, your darkness will come”

Can we talk about the concept of humans adopting other sentient aliens as equal members of their families?

Like, in the posts I’ve seen so far, there’s mostly talks of humans adopting dangerous alien critters as pets but what about humans adopting sentient aliens?

“Human-George, just leave that be, they’re just a runt.” - “… No.” - “Human-George, you can’t - put them down! What are you doing?” - “Krlunk, I’m not leaving a child behind on this forsaken moon to die.” - “But they’re just a runt, not worth raising. The broodbirther and the feeders must have left it behind when they migrated 5 sols ago.” - “Are they going to come back?” - “No, Human-George, Twargs migrate for long periods of time, and we can’t spare the time to go after them.” - “Then I’ll take them with me.” “- “What?” - “I’ll take this little champion here with me and I will raise them as my own.” - “You- you can’t just do that! You can’t just spill your pack-bonding instincts- Human George!!! Get back here!” - “Don’t listen to Krlunk, kid, I won’t leave you here alone. Doesn’t matter how many appendages you have. You hungry? Thought so, let’s go get you some grub.” - (in the distance) “Human-George! The extra rations are coming out of your pay!!!” - “See if I care, Krlunk. Go eat paperwork or so.”

Imagine human patchwork families with little aliens raised and loved alonside their own, imagine some human trying to explain to crewmates how they have a Twarg sibling and a Sh’ilean sister even though their parents look very much human, imagine humans parents trying their very best to provide their alien child with the best possible care.

Also imagine it the other way around. Humans getting adopted by aliens and bonding with them just as much as they would with their own kind, either through deeds or just love. Humans building their own families in a wild mix of colours and number of appendages or eyes.

“So this is my human side of the family, see, these are my human parents.” - “Is that your larval form in their arms, Hooman-Cassandra?” - “Sort of, yeah, and this is my Gran’hroo mother and all of her children.” - “How can you have a Gran’hoo relative? I thought your kind could only come from a bonded pair of hoomans?” - “Oh, I used to live on the same mining colony as her when I was a child and I’d play with her children, spent most of my days in their house and one day I called her ‘Acraï’ - ‘mother’ in Gran’hoo language - by accident. It kind of stuck. She took me in when my parents temporarily left for another space station and I wanted to finish my education where I’d started it. When I left for my first space journey, she gave a clan insignia and called me her daughter so yeah… this is my Mom, my Dad, and my Acraï and they’re all my parents.”

Wholehearted , by TheMagicWord

AU. When superstar singer and winner of The Voice Louis Tomlinson tweets “Nothing worse than waking up with no milk for a cuppa !! Gutted” he doesn’t expect someone to bring him some. And he really doesn’t expect that someone to have bright green eyes, long curly hair, and (fucking) dimples.

Harry/Louis | 77k | famous-not famous | closeting | explicit (kind of share that)

He pressed the screen to show him video from the gate. It wasn’t Liam. It was a boy - a man - he didn’t recognise. Long hair, half-hanging over his face as he looked down at his shoes. Louis squinted. Boots. He was wearing pointy-toed boots. Who the fuck was this? If it was a pap he was going to freak the fuck out.

“Yeah?” Louis said just as the boy looked up and directly into the camera and… Jesus Fucking Christ. His eyes. And his mouth. Louis’ dick twitched again and he pressed down on it with the heel of his hand. It was too long since he’d had sex. Much too long.

“Hey,” the boy said and smiled. “I, um, this is a bit weird.”

His voice. And his face. Louis opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out for a second. “Do I know you?” he managed, eventually. He sounded weird. Squeaky. He wanted to punch himself in the face.

“Ah no,” the boy said. And grinned. And Louis felt all his breath go out of him. He might even have groaned. Dimple. Massive fucking dimple.

“I’m Harry,” he said. “I’m, uh, I live just…” He turned and pointed over his shoulder. “I mean, not right there. Not that house. But a few houses down. I’m a neighbour, is what m’saying.”

“Right,” Louis said.

Harry dipped his head so his hair fell forward again and he scrubbed a hand through it before flipping his head back and there was that face again.

“Fuck,” Louis murmured.

“Yeah, sorry,” Harry said. “This was a bad idea. It was… My housemate sort of dared me to– I’ll just leave it here and go. Sorry.”

“Wait. What?” Louis said. “Leave what?”

Thanks to all the ridiculous security briefings he’d been given, his first thought was a bomb. And then he pictured a basket of kittens and what the fuck was even going on in his brain. (A basket of bombs? An exploding kitten?)

“Oh shit, yeah, sorry!” Harry said and grinned again and his face was just - Louis realised he was half-slumped against the hall wall - his face was incredible. Beautiful. Adorable. Harry held up a two litre bottle of milk. “We saw your tweet.”

manip by @melmanpur :)


steven universe (marble madness & open book) » his dark materials trilogy (plus that one movie)

  • me in the middle of a sword fight: oh fuck hold on there's this.. godawful smudge on the one of my lenses and it's really bothering me. can i like. take care of that. it's so bad. i don't even know how it happened
  • my opponent, immediately lowering their weapon: yeah sure of course. glasses, man
  • me, cleaning mine w/ my shirt: haha yeah.. can't live w/ 'em
  • my opponent and me in unison: can't live w/o 'em