Two years ago, one of very the first illustrations I drew was of Ayamy by the sea. I still have a lot to learn but thought I would try again.
Happy Birthday Ayamy, I hope you like it 🩷
#あやみ誕生日2024#なまあやみ#かくあやみ
@ayamy_garubinu Happy Birthday sensei!! I hope you can have a little slice of cake in bed, but watch out for crumbs 🎂😉
Thank you for the photo, Pooh-san looks very cute 🐾
Happy 100th birthday, Ayamy (@ayamy_garubinu) !🎂
Your boyfriends have come together to celebrate and show their love with lots of messages and illustrations for Ayamy!💌
PUSH PUSH!❤️ #なまあやみ
(The board will remain open today.)⬇️
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Happy Birthday, Ayamy-sensei! (@ayamy_garubinu) I am sure you can overcome yourself! Remember that you are not alone! I am cheering you from far! Your full recovery is why I drew 10 fan arts for you! And I am sure you will be back, my best artist! #なまあやみ#かくあやみ
In America, a stranger will love you on sight, and you are simply expected to allow it.
I entered a coffee house. The young man behind the counter beheld me as though I were his brother home from war. "Hey man! How's it going! Love the whole look."
He loved my look. We had known each other four seconds. In my country such warmth is earned across years, or across a battlefield. This boy had granted it before I spoke a single word.
I resolved at once to be worthy of so sudden a friendship.
He asked my name, to write upon the cup. I understood the weight of this. He wished to record our meeting for all time. I drew myself up and gave it the breath it deserved.
"Nobunaga."
He paused. He nodded slowly, as a man does when he has heard greatness. Then he wrote, with great care, "NUGGET."
I looked at the cup. I looked at him. He was beaming, proud of the gift.
A samurai does not correct a gift. To refuse the name a friend bestows is to spit upon his kindness. He had heard my name, weighed it in his heart, and returned to me something he believed finer. Who was I to say he was wrong?
So I became Nugget.
When the drink was ready he called it out with feeling. "NUGGET!" I rose. I answered to it as a man answers to his own honor. I bowed to the room. Several people clapped. I did not know why, but I accepted their respect for the name I now carried.
I have returned every day for a week. I am Nugget at this establishment. The whole staff knows me as Nugget. They greet me warmly. "Nugget's back!"
I have built a life here, under a name I did not choose, given by a boy who could not hear me, and I find I do not wish to give it up.
So tell me honestly.
Eight hundred years my family carried one name. I lost it in four seconds at a coffee counter, and I have never felt more welcome.
Was it a fair trade?
Because Nugget, I think, is happy.
This is the last fan art that I upload for Ayamy-sensei until she recovers.
Maybe I have given too much pressure on her with too many fan arts. #なまあやみ#かくあやみ
@masumisou It got a bit messy again huh? I can see SunSuns's face in the photo, he seems to be calling out for help before he is burried under a mountain of clothes ww 😂