
Signed_Cancer wrote:SomethingFishy~ wrote:I want to order a custom!
Username: SomethingFishy~
Artist: Signed_Cancer
Line art #: Hamster 1
Pet name: Pumpkin
Reference/Description:
Add-ons/Accessories: (they are 10 KB extra) wings like in picture coloring
Other:
I want to order a custom!
Username: SomethingFishy~
Artist: Signed_Cancer
Line art #: Hamster 2
Pet name: Lavender
Reference/Description:
Add-ons/Accessories: (they are 10 KB extra) wings c:
Other:
{could you tell me the total so i can send you the right pets}
Pumpkin-
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Lavender-
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binchild wrote:
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
VampireMessageNinja wrote:(Speaking of customs:
e v e r m o r e, I suggest limiting the number of customs one can get, or at least raising the price of a custom. Some people have got way too many customs already, customs aren't as special anymore as they are supposted to be)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
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