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Old Beauty and the Beast reference. You all know it. Damn, Sud would make a great Gaston.
FFFFF-FUN FACT. I actually drew a decently detailed background for this.... but the problem was the the background was kind of painted (I did it all on one layer and without lineart) so it didn't match the style of the characters AT ALL xD As depressing as it was, I realized I need to remove the BG for stylistic purposes and I'll probably 'recycle' it later. I hope. If I don't forget.

IN RESPOnsO to thIs-   by /her tan wyngling Bubble and my red piece of garbage Sud.
_{I'll try to draw little thank-you art for everyone who draws Sud (though it might take a while...I just instantly got a great idea for this one and I just had to draw it right away)}

ONE LAST THING-- I WROTE A 650+ WORD STORY ABOUT THIS  Stories650+ words, bruh.
Note that English is not my first language, I am very prone to typos and I have almost no clue how commas work in English texts, so I mostly just guessed those, hah. Feel free to correct me if I messed up but otherwise I tried really hard :,)
Sud and Bubble
It was a warm Sunday afternoon in the nook. All the little wynglings had just finished their berry pudding and were free to do whatever they wanted. This was the time when most wynglings would go to their rooms to rest or play, however little Bubble preferred to spend this time differently. Bubble was a bit less outgoing than the other wynglings, so he spent more time alone reading books and even trying to write little journals of his own. There was nothing he loved more than finding a quiet place in the forest to be alone with a good book.
As the tree leaves calmly swayed in the smooth summer breeze, Bubble read. His head felt a bit sleepy but his mind was excited, eve (can I keep it in a sta.sh file? long descriptions are scary) //even though like... maybe only 2 people would be willing to read a dumb wall of text like that :,D Whatever, I like my story.
I saw that to earn a wyn you need to write at least 600 words and at first it seemed like a hell ton, so my brain was like "lol, m8, ur a shit writer, you could never write a story that long lololol ... NOW I WANT TO PROVE MYSELF WRONG."