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ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
Shewolf28
But you can call me 'Wolfy', most people seem to call me that, but shewolf28 or just shewolf is also fine.

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Evan
Yeah, I do know this JBD is based off Dr.Stein not soul eater Evans, but I rather the name 'Evan' than 'Stein'.


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Deciding wether to make this JBD a male was a piece of cake .Because when I first had a slight glimpse of him, I just knew it would never be a girl .Well for me anyway...I just cant see it being female.


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Ilaid there motionless as the icy cold wind slashed against my body, my breaths became heavier each time and my body slowly turned stiff .I was uncertain if I was to survive this night, but some how I managed to pull through...

I opened my eyes to a blinding bright light, and I quickly shielded my face "Ugh...what? Where am I?" I asked myself before rolling on my side .A sharp pain shot through my side and I growled, "Ugh!" I looked back to see a human, male I had presumed, wearing a white cloak and holding something in his hands ."What are you doing?" I said knowing that he couldn't understand me, I slightly began to bare my teeth and the lights suddenly went out, "What's going on?!" I exclaimed before my head was slammed against the hard wooden surface, as with the rest of my body .I felt large clamps wrap around my neck and limbs, I began fighting to get free but was quickly stopped with a syringe to the neck .I felt them extracting my blood, and returning it with another fluid "P-please...d-don't..." I mumbled and drifted off into the darkness of my mind.

I woke up to a warm breeze and dim light, But I was in so much pain, I took a deep breathe and got to my feet .I felt...strange...so very strange, I could still feel something around my neck... and my tail? I spun around and noticed a small charm "A pumpkin? What?" I said confusedly before feeling my neck ."And I necklace? But why?" I asked before turning my attention to the scars on my body .My eyes widened as I realise I was covered in stitches 'W-what did they do to me?..." I mumbled before limping over to a puddle, "My face?..." I sighed before slightly touching the stitches, I growled and took a few breathes as the pain shot through me like a lighting bolt .I threw myself to the ground and curled up in a ball, blood began dripping down my face and from the stiches on the rest of my body, I was soon surrounded in my own blood ."Just kill me now..." I sighed, I felt as if I wanted to shout out for someone to kill me...it would save so much suffering... tears began rolling down my face and everything began to blur, I slowly closed my eyes as a dark figure walked towards me.

Months later after the syringe, my condition had gotten worse...I was loosing control of my mind...ever so slowly...

Researchers had been working for months on end, doctors and scientist had extracted so much of my blood that they had to replace it with another liquid .They don't seem to be getting anywhere .So they took it one step further, I was uncertain on what they were going to do, but I knew it wouldn't be too bad...as far as I knew .So the day came when the humans took me into the facility, it was surrounded by huge walls and electric fences... if things went wrong I was going to have a tough time getting out .So I continued walking down the hall, twitches every now and again, and waiting for someone to say something .I couldn't communicate with them, so I couldn't find out what they were going to do to me.

A few metres down the hall, we came across a series of rooms .Full of...my kind? I walked to the gap on each of the doors and peered through to see males and female curled up in the corners of the rooms ."Hey? What is this p-place..." I twitched waiting for a response, I slightly knocked the door and he opened his eyes .He growled and lunged at the door, instead of denting the door he dented himself, I laughed and moved to the next door and peeked through .Another JBD sat there, this time it was staring at the ground, it looked up at me and my eyes widened .Half of its face was missing, just bone was there .I quickly moved on with the images still stuck in my head .I stopped at the very last room and opened the sliding hatch that opened the peering hole .I jumped back as I saw a female cutting herself open, the human looked though and quickly called the doctors .I stood back as they came running passed me, one of them holding a gun .I held back my ears and a frowned as they took the shot, I sighed and continued moving down the hall.

The humans pulled me to a stop and walked me into a small room, full of... Surgery equipment .I took a few steps back and the humans pulled me in .I growled and again...another syringe was jabbed into me, but this was to put me to sleep, luckily...

An hour later I woke up chained, laying on a table with humans surrounding me .I widened my eyes and lifted up my head, I slightly looked back and soon fainted .They had cut open my stomach... and were operating on me... Hours later, well that's what I had assumed, I had awoken feeling dizzy and in pain ."Ugh..." I mumbled trying to lift up my head, I was in the back of a truck .Well in a cage on the back of a truck... "What are they doing with me...n-now?" I said as I still was twitching .I looked at the lock, and it would be impossible to break .So I waited...and waited... until the truck came to a sudden stop, something was wrong the ground was shaking .The humans were vaguely yelling and they came running to the back of the truck, they opened the door and snow came blowing in .They pulled open the cage and pulled me out, I stood up and soon tumbled off the truck and onto the ground and growled in pain.

I stood up and took a breath I held my position and the ground began shaking viciously .I looked around and the humans had vanished, and so will I if I didn't move soon .Large amounts of snow began tumbling down the rock face beside me, so I began running...each stride I took was like a bullet to the neck .Blood began to drip from the stitches and I looked up and the snow was coming down quickly, I looked down and there was a sheer drop .That was my only way out ...
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Hi I'm peachpie1164! <3


He would be Dr. Alma Hefferson. ~Alma is Spanish for soul.


Male I could not see him as a female.


Alma looked out over the path. Trees lined the way casting eerie shadows from the glow of the moon. Slowly he rose and began down the path. Each footstep echoed not making the scenery any less intimidating. Shadows seemed to move following him as he continued to walk. People would've called him weird, crazy and many other names for taking this path each and every day. At the end of the road, a large house came into view, a haunted house as some would say. Alma walked up unworried, he pushed the door open with a paw and walked inside.
The house interior was bright and blue, a chandelier sparkled in the light, the carpet was complex and golden, multiple doors spread out each leading to a different adventure, a stair case lined the walls on both sides, joining back up and the top, paintings of moons, sunsets and many other spectacular sights. He rose his head and smiled, no one ever thought of coming here to his sanctuary, they were too scared for monsters and other mythical creatures, but if they did they would see the most beautiful sight. Not only the house but the back yard included. Walking through the house he looked around at the paintings, carpet and trinkets that were placed onto tables, he had lived there for quite some time but still was amazed by its beauty.
When Alma reached the back door and opened it to reveal the most fantastic garden. Flora flourished everywhere of all kinds, tall old trees shaded the lush green grass, a large crystal clear pond, and bright flowers of many species lined the paths leading around the garden. Flicking a switch by the door he turned the sprinklers on setting water over all the plants refreshing them. He walked through the paths taking time to look at each flower with care, roses, daffodils, lilies, and many more lined the way to the largest tree in the center of the yard. The tree was an old one and smelt like Pine-nuts. Alma made his way to the roots and sat carefully around them. Alma looked out across the yard at what had given him his title as a doctor, a botanist for all flora. He smiled and looked down at his refection in the water. His scars stood out well, as well as his markings, he looked quite intimidating and he could be if he wanted, but instead he choose to listen to the mottos he lived by “Take time to smell the roses” and “Never judge a book by its cover”. He loved these particular quotes for her believed they represented him perfectly. He sighed and looked up at the foliage, the leaves were slightly browning as it was coming into Autumn (Or Fall as others call it). His mind drifted over to the little Friends he had, he was a very sociable bean, but due to other beans judging him by his looks he didn’t have many, some refused to even work with him, they just left him alone. As Alma placed his head down onto his paws and sighed thinking about who things would be different if he didn’t look so scary, or if they would just stop judging people like a book, slowly he closed his eyes and began to drift into a deep sleep so as not to wake until the sprinklers needed turning off.
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This is my first try at drawing a JBD, sorry for the bad anatomy.


This Is Halloween
Riptide Vance Joy
Radioactive imagine dragons
Paradise Coldplay

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Oxy

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personality;;

Oxy's mixed personality is one thing that can never be explained. Oxy usually comes out as a very laid-back bean, laughing and making fun out of everything he does. One thing that others so know, is that he suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, or OCD, which is manifested as an obsession over perfection. Objects and surroundings that are symmetrical can distract him from things, and will usually start to break down and have fits if he notices asymmetrical objects around him. Having everything perfect, this comes across almost everything he does. Most beans, mainly the smaller ones, find his characteristics very unusual, as they sometimes say he is very weird. Oxy is not the most mature bean you will meet. He can be very cool, calm and collected when desist ions are being made, even if he disagrees at most times. However, there are times when his obsession with symmetry can greatly affect his way and cause him to break down into childish fits. Other than that, Oxy is a very sociable bean, although he usually likes to be very attention-seeking. Oxy is not the smartest bean you will meet, but he sure does have a clever and sneaky mind, grinning at anything that catches his interest.

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Oxy shivered. All was quiet, on Halloween night. Small laughs of children laughs echoed through the trees, as they shifted back and forth like they were dancing among the cold winds. The leaves scatted long the ground, like sharp claws ready to attack the night. A scream broke the silence. Oxy shook his head, denying that this was a dream, but a horrible nightmare. He slowly opened his eyes to find himself caved around tall, dark bushes, glowing eyes that gleaming through.

The ground was cold as each step sent a through every step he took closer towards the light. Oxy had never felt so cold. Feeling as if his last energy to escape this place was being scraped away and pulling him closer to the darkness. Fast and faster his legs took him, but it seemed like they were taking him nowhere but further away from the bright glow at the end of the path. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in his path, taking away the previous few seconds of how much he could see. Silence whispers filled his ears, repeating something that Oxy couldn't quiet hear, but could just make out the words of his name. Oxy pierced his eyes as he looked deeper into the blackness. All at once, a giant slash of blur hit Oxy in the chest, sending him backwards onto his side.

Black surronded him as shock and fear mixed together inside his body. Motionless, Oxy laid there as the coldness covered up his body like a thick blanket. His breathes became heavier and longer as he tried quickly recover. Moments later, Oxy pulled himself up the ground slowly. He screamed out into the dark, but nothing came out. His claws worked furiously at the ground,tearing the dry grass as he finally managed to heave himself back up. A deep rumble of laughter rose from the back of him, causing Oxy to flee out forward back onto his path. He panted as he drew closer and closer, wanting to escape the nightmare. Sliding to a halt, Oxy eyes widened with fear as what stood before him was a creature that was no match for Oxy's small size. It's amber, green eyes blazed into Oxy, as he shrunk down into a small crouch, making himself look as tiny as possible. Unexpectedly, a soft, warm scent filled Oxy's nose. Oxy quickly looked around to try and spot this sweet smell, but nothing was their. Without notice, a bright glow raised from his skull, that was attached to a thin layer of ribbon that hung tight around his neck. A long, slender object formed out of the skull. It shined underneath the moonlight as it stretched out until a large handle appeared at the base. The soft voice whispered as the breeze pasted by, "Use this to help you". Oxy rapidly grabbed the object with his mouth. He stared long, and unafraid at the creature that stood before him. The creatures eyes slit as it leaped forward, sharp claws extend towards Oxy, but Oxy was too quick as he padded to the side of the creature and ran underneath it. The creature landed and turned its head sharp to see Oxy driving down onto it's back. With all energy, Oxy drove the object into the creature's back. It wailed in agony as it faded away, carrying only dust of it's remains as a bright flash appeared from in the gathering of the air.

A flaring glows floated as Oxy reared up towards it. Abruptly, the flaring flame slowly moved up towards the pumpkin bracelet that wrapped around the end of Oxy's tail. The pumpkin's jaws opened as it quickly swallowed the flare in one gulp. Oxy eye's widen as the pumpkin flashed a glow. Oxy slowly opened his eyes to find himself in his bed. With shock, Oxy sat up, realizing that it was just a dream, a scent less dream. But it seemed so real? Oxy yawned and stretch out his legs. He grinned helplessly at the thought. This was Halloween night.

I'm sorry ono I failed miserably at drawing anime xD

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Bravado

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I can't see him as a girl so he's male.

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“Gather around children for I have a tale to tell ye.Tis the night of Halloween, all the children merriered around with ghoulish joy and not a single soul weren’t celebrating….except at the house of at the corner. Nobody knew who lived there, nobody even dared to go near it out of fear. Some claim the house was haunted by the old owner’s spirit. Yet one bean dared to go towards the house. Now this bean was supposedly the smartest in the town yet he was dumb enough to think about entering the house. He decided to explore it in the dark, when the moon was gone, at midnight. He foolishly thought that the stories and suspicious about it were just some old story that your mother would tell you. He was dead wrong. He dressed up as a vampire and wandered out. He approached the house, shifting his fake fangs in place and fixing his cape. He slowly entered the house, cautiously stepping on the creaky, old floor boards. Each creak seemed to be amplified tenfold in the normally dead silence of the house. Suddenly a flash of bright light was seen and afterwards the sound of loud, violent, booming thunder. It was louder than anything else in the otherwise quiet house. The poor bean had the wits out of him scared and sprinted out of the door. There was oddly nobody else around which terrified him even more! Lightning flashed, thunder boomed with the force of a bomb! The darkness made it worse by making everything look the same to him. He felt a snag on his cape and felt panic rise up in his heart, almost chocking him with terror! He tried to run away as fast as he could but he was stuck in place! His heart pounded faster, his fur was starting to rise, he started to call out for his mother but alas nobody answered. He looked behind him and saw a great, looming, bulk of a m-“Bravado stopped telling his tell to the other children beans when he realized they had run off. “Great, just as I was getting to the ending.” He grumbled, wishing that he could see the expressions on the small beans faces. “Oh well, I’ll tell this tale next year to someone who can actually stay and listen to the end.” He walked off, taking the pumpkin baskets that the children had left behind in their fright. More candy for me this year I guess He thought to himself as he chuckled.

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What he keeps in his pouch
1001 scary stories to tell in the dark- just for his own entertainment whenever he gets bored of anything.
Pieces of candy- He usually snacks on them whenever he's feeling hungry although a couple of pieces are very old because the candy is usually from Halloween.
Swiss Army Knife- Hey, who knows when you're going to need it. Besides it looks pretty cool and it's better to have it than to regret not having it at all.
Two random books about science- It's anything about biology, chemistry, earth and environmental, and physical science. He enjoys reading and doing experiments.

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dropping out for a friend. uvu;; good luck everybody~

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Hi! I'm Spottedsong, owner of bean #556, Viola, and #193, Aviation. I love them to death, but have decided to try out for this little guy, and maybe give him a home with me.

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Mergo. No real meaning. It is a street name in Italy, though.

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Mergo trotted down the alleyway, his claws clicking loudly on the cracked, forgotten pavement as he followed the sound. The sound that had been in his ears for hours, scratching and scratching. It was driving him crazy, like the steady beat of a drum. It seemed to be like a breadcrumb trail, leading him to were it went. If it was a witch in a gingerbread house, waiting to eat him, he was going to have to go see a therapist. Tugging lightly on his necklace, the took another few cautious steps forward. Honestly, he wasn't normally this... controling of his actions. He would rather be with his grafitti can, decorating the streets of the town. Being the leader of a gang wasn't easy, but it was worth it. You had to stay sane for it, which is why he was seriously doubting his job as the leader while that scratching was in his ears.

The sound finally led him to a cemetary. The type you would see in a old-fashioned horror movie, with the cheesy graphics and toilet-paper mummies. But this didn't look fake. The mist that rose at least to his kness certainly felt real, chilling him to the bone, even though he wasn't that scared. Concerned, maybe, but not scared. Only wimps were scared. And Mergo wasn't a wimp. Merg stepped into the black-gated area, the gates rising higher then his head. They had lethal-looking pointed tips... why would a graveyard have pointed tips? To skewer gravediggers? That just creeped him out.

The scratching seemed to be coming from deeper in the graveyard. It was like a scratch he couldn't itch- right at the spot he couldn't get to, annoying him like crazy. Step by step by step he followed it. It was there, coming from a large grave. Mergo stepped up to it, and with his paw, rubbed the year's worth of dust and dirt off of it.


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Woah. Beanthoven? Merg was no music expert, but he'd heard that name before. It was a famous composer that lived a huge amount of years ago. He was dead.

so why was the scratching noise coming from inside of his tomb?

It got louder... and louder.... and louder... until Mergo just couldn't take it anymore. He put his paws on the top marble gravestone and pushed, pushed hard, until he had knocked it off. He kept his eyes closed, and when he opened them, he was surprised. Beanthoven's skeleton was sitting up, erasing sheet music. Erasing sheet music. "Um..." the normally swift-tongued bean was lost for words. "Mr... Beanthoven?" he looked at the skeleton, who looked up. The composer smiled a grim smile at him.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just.... decomposing."

A day in the life of a streetfighter

October 14th

Today was not one of my better days. Dee and his gang followed me to my hideout again, and I had to chase them off. I don't like it, because they now know where I live. You grafitti someone's car once, and get on their hit list for good. Honestly, it's infuriating. And don't you dare tell me I deserved it. They followed me into the tunnel and through the hedge, until I had turned around and they were nose-to-nose with me. It got into quite a toussle, with lots of screeching and tufts of fur flying in the wind, a fight to get your blood pumping. Ever since Bee settled down with a family, I've beaten them in everyting, hands down. Why one of the best fighters on the street would want to settle down, I have no idea. Family is an odd concept to me; I don't understand why self-supporting males want another mouth to feed, giving their life to a female they hardly know. Bee was my idol, and now... he's just gone. I'm going to take his place, though. I'll start my own gang. My name will be painted on every wall in the city with my trusty old grafitti can. Don't listen to them. If anyone is to be feared on this street, it is going to be me.

Bee and Dee are just made up beans. Art by Tru