HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BDAY TO OUR ONE AND ONLY LEE FELIX YONGBOK
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A Garden Across Our Collabone by PittedPeaches
Chapter 14: Wide Grins, Warm Hands, Wild Laughter
THIS CHAPTER MADE ME VISUALIZE EVERY MOMENT! so here it is @pittdpeaches hope you love it!
I couldnt find anything good for mk's coat so i tried to look for this design
I kind of tried the lego 'artstyle' so-
The background is all snowflakes and the blue sky since it's focused only at the two of them [plus i suck at backgrounds so dont blame me]
TIME: 10 hours for 2 pages!
And bonus! 👇
I doodled them while I was waiting for the line at the grocery store I was kinda bored lmao
He's typing really fast for his fans lol- just so- pittedpeach you need rest with those fingers-
I am so Mei i swear bro
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I headcanon that at first Ray is adamantly against the use of nicknames and pet names for himself because he thinks it's silly.
"My name is Ray. It's literally three letters and one syllable long. Just call me Ray."
But Emma can't let that stand. She has "sunshine" and "Em," Norman has "Nor," "Norm," and "Boss."
So her proposed solution is for Ray to change his name so that "Ray" can be a nickname and show of affection. Ray balks at the suggestions she litters throughout their conversations, addressing him as Raymond, Rayner, even Raybert at one point.
Norman is more deft in his timing so the first time he drops a "Raymond" during one of their chess matches he ends up on the receiving end of Ray channeling Isabella with this look
He does eventually come around to them calling him Sunray.
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"Imma bout to fight a blonde! I don't care if he has explosives, he can catch these hands, as the kids say today!"
@reddawnmultimuse
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Can I ask for a 🍉 in the ask game?
you may indeed!
*exhales* okay. this one's gonna be terrifying to elaborate on but here we go anyways.
there is no art without the artist and there is no artist without the art. they are, in a lot of cases but not all of them, one and the same. every detail you write into these little stories is probably revealing a small patch of your soul without your even realizing it.
this goes double for some of our longer works, for example- take twice., a story that was written during one of the worst times of our life. there was a situation with a guy, you know how it goes, and we literally threw ourself into working on it as an escape. that one's got a lot of themes of healing and how one mistake can cause horrible outcomes. actually now that i think about it a lot of our works deal with hope and healing. i guess it's a mirror
(btw whoever said that your teens are your golden years can die of a thousand tiny papercuts. i am NOT thriving and it is NOT my fault)
ashes is... a long and complex thing. it's faceted. it's messy. to be completely honest we absolutely hate some of the chapters we've posted. but it's been an exercise of honesty- both with ourself, and with our readers.
the characters in it, they fucked up SO bad. most of them are dealing with some serious shit. but there's still hope for them. (i'm not gonna lie, i finished chapter 7 and read back through it like "huh. if anyone ever thinks for half a second about us the author writing that in such staggering detail, we're toast")
there's a lot of projection. like a lot. i aint gonna say where but it's there. it's such a personal thing to be doing this for free and of your own will, both for your own good and others.
life is fuckin tough, and as writing is a reflection of life, the things expressed there will also be fuckin tough. i keep on, though because 1. if i ever stopped writing i would literally explode and 2. i've already promised myself to NEVER abandon a work. (breaks are allowed, though.) i have a commitment here both to the story ive started and to the readers
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