[Missingheart]

Congrats!! <33

[theo,]

Congrats <3333

[cakepopcat]

congrats! <33
edit; you may use my art

[slurm]

What used to be my form:

Congrats you may have my art! (And poem if you want)
I also left some other things in in case you want any of h=the links or info, er something.

↘Art Is My Life↙
Paper is not for writing!
Now, lets not start fighting,
Art is the beauty in living!

Cardboard isn't for recycling!
Now that is just dulling,
Painting is my way of singing!

A world without art, is that what you want?
A world without color, world without font.
That's not how it is! That's not how it will be,
Art is my way, to show the true me.

I will draw when I want, which is all the time!
Not drawing to me is considered a crime.

I don't care, do not care if your good or bad,
Just draw what you can, and you will be glad.

❤❤❤
Gwynn loves her Mama, Jersey and Papa, Blizzard!

❤Jersey❤
Jersey, Gwynn's colorful Mother!
Gwynn gets along well with her mother, it is hard for her mother, or anyone else to keep her attention though. Gwynn only is interested in most things a short period of time before she starts doodling on one of her small note pads. Gwynn loves to make little art "gifts" for her Mama though, she puts them on Jersey's pillow and Jersey finds them when she goes to bed.

❤Blizzard❤
Blizzard, Gwynn's social Father!
Gwynn loves being around her Papa, she really loves the way her Father interacts with other beans, tells jokes, and enjoys himself. He has the magic touch to easily keep her occupied with something besides drawing for hours! Gwynn sometimes makes Blizzard drawings too but less often.

[~FlameFox~]

Oh. Oh my gosh. Oh my table-flipping goodness. I freaking won. I'm crying guys, no joke. I am so happy, so very happy! I can't breathe. My parents are staring at me because I am crying like a baby and wheezing like I'm having a freaking asthma attack.
-Screaming- I WON! Thank you thank you thank you!!! I'm going to go take a walk. I need to calm down. Gwynn is my baby. I freaking won Gwynn. My dream, my hopes, my love... I won her. I- I can't even talk or say anything. I look like I'm dying and I haven't even brushed my hair out of nervousness... Oh gosh. Oh gosh.
Thank you for the art, the poems, the support... Excuse me. I'm getting all emotional and sob-like.

Shiba, c-can I color this picture in please? Thank you.