Axis Arra

ffxiv trailer protagonist progression (aka from derplander to daddylander).

And how many money I need to have this

It’s so hard to draw a gem.

Am I dead yet

Finally finished this piece for my HnK AU: the Gems are angels, & Father Adamant is a gentle, mysterious priest who lives a modest life of solitude in a quiet country parish. He has an otherworldly ability to heal the ill & infirm, and so people have begun to refer to him as a living Saint. The gems are suspicious of him and the source of his power, as they are unable to confirm that it comes from God and not from demonic manipulation. But Antarcticite, a watcher who has been tasked to keep an eye on Father Adamant, has grown to believe that the man truly IS as holy as the people say. Their sincere faith in Father Adamant causes a greater crisis of faith for Antarc. After all, Antarc is starting to believe that Father Adamant can be trusted, regardless of the source of his power. How could it be a sin to love someone so Good?

Jan 26th 2018.

Pseudomorph of Love - ICHIKAWA Haruko Illustration Book

Persona 5 | Main Cast

Yo I finally started up my ask blog for my Dad Sensei blog! Basically it’s an AU where all the gems are small children and Sensei is a struggling dad trying to support them. More updates and profiles are coming soon and feel free to ask him questions!

professor…

And it’s really amazing. There’s so much talent involved that it’s both excitingand daunting to be involved with it and see my work included in such an array of talent. Please check it out, or have a look at the Tumblr to see samples of everyone’s work!

Yo I finally started up my ask blog for my Dad Sensei blog! Basically it’s an AU where all the gems are small children and Sensei is a struggling dad trying to support them. More updates and profiles are coming soon and feel free to ask him questions!

To become an adult is to realise that your parents are weak and fragile just like you and that when they smile, they do so knowing that the world can be a lonely and cold wasteland of a place. That is what I see in Antarcticite’s eye, a parent’s love and sacrifice, light and dark, a sad smile.