the kiki

A collaboration between me and @xlunardreams! It was a lot of fun, thanks again dude for suggesting this collab! :D And Check them out guys, they’re an amazing person!

What I did:

  •  Sketch
  •  Shades

What @xlunardreams did:

  •  Lineart
  •  Colors

  •  Background

I really like how this came out :DD


I need to put more stuff here on tumblr

my month ender meme

anonymous asked:

Kiki why are you single?

“U-um, I dunno. I guess the right person just hasn’t come along yet?”

Bonus OOC Note:

I’d really like to do a proper love story with Kiki. But I can’t imagine doing one with someone I’m not romantically involved with myself. I’m sure that sounds strange to some people, but I have my reasons.

What reasons? Mmm, I guess a big one is that I’m not sure I’d be comfortable with my significant other roleplaying romantically with someone else, so I don’t feel I have any right to do it myself. Not that I have a significant other right now, but someday I might.

Also, I kinda have a nice idea of the kind of person I’d like for Kiki. I’d prefer them to be a male lalafell. Kiki is bisexual (as am I), but I’d really like a lala husband for her because, well, there just aren’t enough lala guys out there, to be honest. That’s not to say anything is “set-in-stone”. It’s just an idea.

So, any single lala fellas out there looking for a single lala lady? *wink* 


Kiki’s Delivery Service is one of those movies that I feel any aspiring artist should see. The struggle of Kiki in this movie is one that ANYONE who wants to further themselves goes through, that transition from taking what you love to do to something that you make a living off of.

As artists we have all been in the place where Kiki is. That place where we can’t draw anything right, can’t paint anything right, can’t sculpt anything right, that place where everything comes out wrong over and over and we begin to question if we’re actually good enough for the talents and skills that used to come to us like second nature when we were just using them for fun. That place where we want to give up because we suddenly can’t ‘fly’ like we want to, because everything seems too difficult to do that. 

But that doesn’t mean it isn’t there, just because it isn’t working right then and there when you want it to be. If you can always fly, then it wouldn’t make those times when you did as special. It isn’t necessarily easy to grow up, nor is it necessarily easy to live with the artistic struggle of losing inspiration. But you can’t just throw up your hands and say ‘No, I can’t do it anymore’ because you’ll NEVER fly if you do that. 

You gotta wobble before you stand.