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The group is reunited, though tensions are a little high and trust has been worn thin. Everyone wants answers, but when the Daycare Attendant returns from Moon’s patrol, all they bring with them are more questions.
Protocol. Programming. If the puzzle doesn’t make sense, are you sure you have the right pieces?
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Ouugh, it's finally done! I sketched out this cover about a year ago, but their clasped hands gave me a ton of trouble and I shelved it-- until a couple of months ago, when I just banged out the hands and then kept rolling from there!
There's a decent bit of symbolism related to the chapter worked in here, as well as a lot of me learning how water works. Detail shots + textless versions below!
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you know, love mellows you out, it does, in a way that feels like taking a breath after feeling suffocated, coming home after a long day, opening your arms and settling into a hug, a long and warm one. In a way that allows you to feel settled and safe in your identity, you no longer have to keep moving it around in your hands. It mellows you out when you no longer have to fight to be seen.
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Tiny weaving saga! Part 3!
I’m trying the tiny weaving this again! This time with embroidery floss instead of yarn!!
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Claire: Full on throws herself at Carmy unapologetically and from her perspective, has a perfect relationship with him. / Overhears him say one negative thing about the relationship and has made no attempt to come back into his life.
Sydney: Gives her all to the actual Carmy and the restaurant and has continued to do so, and only walked when he disrespected her a bit more than usual. / Came back after he gifted her a place in a fucked restaurant. / Sydney still deals with the same bs and has a panic attack over leaving Carmy and the restaurant/what she'll choose/the way Carmy has treated her etc etc etc because she cares so much.
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Sorry two emotional posts in two days, but I've watched all the stories on his insta and I feel like giggling and laughing and crying in the middle of the street
How PROUD of him I am.
He is showing everyone that weirdos ARE beloved and cherished. That alternative is good. That in this english dominated world, your art doesn't have to be palatable. That sickness is not the end. That beauty is confidence.
That you can be a little guy from Vantaa and steal the hearts of millions
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