adama boys


You know, sometimes I wonder what home is. Is it an actual place? Or is it some kind of longing for something, some kind of connection? You know, I spent my whole life on Caprica. I was born in one house, and then I … I moved to another, and then, this. And then, now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt truly at home until these last few months, here, with you.


It has been 1,5 years since I drew this crossover.

I remember a lot of enthusiasm about this, and I saw my art walks on the anime groups, Pinterest and other social networks. I remember that night when my father was taken to hospital, he was painfully dying from lung cancer. I also hurt the same, but on “women side”, it was excruciatingly painful. I couldn’t sleep well, and I decided that I’ll draw something that I don’t know how to draw it in that time. I remember this fresh air in my room, glow of my lightbox and a smell of copics.

I used Copic markers + Sakura Jelly Gel Roll Pen (white) + Pentel Outline markers (for glowing stars and bubbles) + Koh-I-Noor Progresso Coloured pencil (white)+Genvana Sumi-E ink pens.

Therefore, this piece of art is so important for me so I redraw it again, rethinking the idea.


En threw a Christmas party just so he could give Atsushi a Christmas card from Kinshiro and the council, Atsushi is so happy and I’m crying forever bye.


Even when Ryuu is almost dead, he still has enough energy to fight Akoya, and that is the level of dedication I one day aspire to achieve.


What Kinshiro really meant: Lay one hand on my baby, and i will end you.


Oh, no. Don’t be afraid. We aren’t intruders or anything: we are just here to conquer you with our talking green hedgehog, that’s all. It’s all cool man.


“W-who still uses cassettes in this century, anyway?”
“You’re fired.”

Based on this.

I blame this atrocity on darkclaveindmenor and her unhealthy obsession with The Simpsons.

Everybody loves ABBA c’mon