[get scared]

Username; Hoshikuzu
Name;
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory; Limit is 600 words

[bee]

Username; SociallyAwkwardTabby
Name; Cannelle, which means 'cinnamon' in French.
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory;
Cannelle bounded down the stairs, his tail jingling as the small bells tied to it moved with him. "mom! Mom! The timer went off, the cookies are ready!" it was Christmas Day, and the beans spirits where high. He expected cookies to be made and presents to be set under the tree. The presents, following tradition, would only be opened after the cookies where baked. "one moment, dear. Go check on them." Cannelle was already skidding into the kitchen, his light golden eyes bright with excitement. With a giggle, he pressed his paws up against the glass of the oven, humming 'jingle bells' to himself. Where the cookies supposed to smoke? He tilted his head and quickly opened the Oven, reaching in with the baking mitt to pull the cookies out himself. They where a bit crispy and burnt, but that didn't stop the young bean. The mocha colored creature laughed and called, "Mother, we've burnt the cookies!" there was a pause, then paw steps approaching. "oh, goodness. Have we?" Cannelle nodded gently. The sugar cookies, shaped as gingerbread men and trees and bean heads, where just a bit singed. He scooped one up and nibbled on it, expecting a gross flavor to flow into his mouth, since he'd never tried a burnt cookie before. Instead, he found it to taste better than usually cookies. It had a nice tinge that reminded him of when he breathed small plumes of fire, which was all he could manage, little lukewarm plumes. Cannelle smiled and looked at his mom as she walked in, giving a gentle laugh. "sweetheart, we can make another batch, if you'd like." Cannelle shook his head and took another chomp out of his tree shaped, burnt snack. "no, it's great! Try one!" his mother crinkled her nose and giggled, "it's alright, Cannelle, you can have them. Now, why don't we go open the presents Santa got you?" Cannelle gave an excited wiggle, his ears pricking, and bounded out of the room, right to the tree where the presents perched.

[kidcandy]

Username; w h i s k e y
Name; Johnny C. Smore
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory; One night, when young John awoke, he heard some rustling down the stairs of his home. Being a kid, he decided to go an check it out. One thing that he didnt know, was that his father dressed up as Santa Bean every year, just for fun. When little John peered around the corner, he saw 'Santa Bean' eating his cookings that he made hours ago. He was so happy and excited that he ran right up to his room and got in bed. He knew that Santa Bean could sense if he was awake or not, so he slept until morning light. When morning time arrived, he ran to his parents and told the all about His Santa Bean experiance. To this day, thats his favorite meomory of Christmas!

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[Meep Meep]

Username; Meep Meep
Name;
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory; Limit is 600 words


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Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ Uɴɪᴛᴇᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ Cᴀɴᴀᴅᴀ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ, ғʟᴀᴛ, ʙᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ, ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ғʟᴏᴜʀ, ᴇɢɢs, sᴜɢᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɪʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʀᴀɪsɪɴs, ᴏᴀᴛs, ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜɪᴘs.

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Username; dreamy-chan

Name; koekje
the origin for the american term "cookie", a dutch term that translates to "little cake".

Gender; Male

Favorite Christmas memory; Limit is 600 words

[Caseal<3]

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Hey! The names { Loves Blind } pleasure to meet you! nice to see new artists around this place! c:
This is a beautiful bean, and I hope to have him as my first<3
ｎａｍｅ＞＞
This cuties name is going to be Casey<3
I have decided to call him Casey because I just think it suited him, plus it's a handsome name.
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Male<3
ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ ｃｈｒｉｓｔｍａｓ ｍｅｍｏｒｙ＞＞
Casey wrapped his scarf around his neck, and gave a soft breath as he walked out into the cold winter air, breathing out a small puff of carbon dioxide. He gave a small smile, and grabbed his skates off the doorstep before walking down the side walk. He gave a chuckle as he slipped down a path, east of where the main road led. He knew of no one else that knew the area he was going to, it was his special area. This place was somewhere he always went, it eased his mind, and soothed his fiery personality. He wrapped his tail around his hockey stick, grunting and flipping it in his hand, driving it into the deep snow to keep his balance as he leaped over a thick, fallen log. Once over the log, his eyes looked up to see what was in front of him. A pond. A beautiful, 16 meter across, sixteen meter wide pond, in the middle of the woods. He sat on a log he always used for a bench, and slipped his skates on, tying the laces carefully. Now that his skates were on, he held his hockey stick tightly in hand, and stepped on the pond. It was always a breath of fresh air for him to come here, but this time.. it was so magical. The ice was thick, probably as thick as brick was, but the funny thing was- it was completely clear. The ice wasn't foggy, it was beautiful. You could see things moving and swaying, the pretty peachy sugar sand on the bottom. He dropped his puck, and shot it at a stump on the other side of the pond, eyes soft. He looked up at the darkening sky, never had he seen such a beautiful thing. There were fireflies, scooting around in the air, which was even more odd because It was December. The stars shone, like they hadn't shone in years. He was star struck, literally. Unable to break his gentle gaze, he simply stood there till his neck cramped, and he had to look back down at the ice. It was Christmas day, and by far this was the best present he had ever gotten. Clarity. Clarity and peace, on Christmas night, was certainly the best gift of all. He finally strode off the ice, sitting and taking his skates off, putting his hockey stick back on his back, into it's sheath. He smiled, standing and holding his skates by there laces, he began to walk home, back through the beautiful path, through the gorgeous forest, into his warm, toasty house. He listened to an owl hoot it's cold little song in a tree somewhere before finally walking inside, and flopping on his couch. He stared at the fireplace, before turning over, curling up and closing his eyes. Dozing off into dream land.
This was the best memory he'd ever had on Christmas, doing what he loved, on a beautiful night.

[DecafBunny]

Username;
Name;
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory; Limit is 600 words

Dropping out... i had too much too do

[Jinx.]

Username >>

I'm The Jinxed Fox, but most people call me Jinxed.

Name >>

I have chosen the name Fractal for this Bean.


frac . tal
ˈfrakt(ə)l/
1. a curve or geometrical figure, each part of which has the same statistical character as the whole. They are useful in modelling structures (such as snowflakes) in which similar patterns recur at progressively smaller scales, and in describing partly random or chaotic phenomena such as crystal growth and galaxy formation.

Gender >>

Male.

Favourite Christmas Memory >>

Fractal placed his head on his left paw, the other one tracing a complex pattern of hexagons in the condensation on the window. Pretty lights flickered in the reflection on the glass, mingling with the warm glow of the fire. It was Fractal's fifth Christmas Eve, and in his whole five years of life, Fractal had never seen snow.
There were dark storm clouds overhead, blocking out the stars. Soft moonlight only just filtered through the clouds, leaving the street outside almost completely dark. With a yawn, Fractal turned his head and stopped drawing on the window. He picked up the snowglobe next to him, which featured a little snowman and a puppy. He shook it gently, turned it upside-down and flicked it back the right way again, watching the little white flecks float down to the bottom. He could imagine the cold snowflakes landing on his pelt, and catching them on his tongue and letting them melt. He imagined what it would feel like to bound through the snow, feeling the coolness of it wrap around his legs and stick to his fur. He imagined building a snowman with coal eyes, and hiding behind it when his mother began to throw snowballs at him. He imagined...

"Fractal! Hey, wake up!"
Fractal jerked awake, opening his heavy eyelids. He must have dozed off by the window, because there was a dull ache in his arm and he was lying in his bed - he certainly didn't remember climbing up the stairs.
"What is is, Mama?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his bleary eyes. His mother was beaming at him.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," his mother said, stroking Fractal's ears. Fractal was instantly wide-awake, wide-eyed and grinning.
"Christmas?! Did Santa come?" he asked excitedly, ears pricking up. He shot into a sitting position, almost smacking his mother in the chin. "Sorry, Mama. Can I see? Can I see if he brought me anything?"
His mother laughed and moved out of her son's way.
"Of course, sweetheart. But...you might want to check outside first. There's something you've been waiting for."
Keeping his mother's cryptic advice in mind, Fractal darted out of bed and practically fell down the stairs. He passed the window without a second glance, before skidding to a halt down the hallway. He backed up to the window, a look of awe on his face. The ground outside was blanketed with snow, like someone had sprinkled icing sugar all over the street. He stood there, admiring the untouched snow for a few moments until his mother caught up to him.
"Do you want to go outside?" she asked him. Fractal nodded enthusiastically and padded after his mother to the door. He pulled on his thickest coat and pulled open the door, completely passing by the gifts under the tree. The cold wind stung his eyes, and Fractal pushed his way through the snow that had gathered on the front step.
"Is that everything you hoped for?" his mother's voice called from the house.
"It's...it's so light!" he exclaimed incredulously, kicking up the top layer of snow. He picked up another handful of the freshly-fallen snow. He threw it up high, watching it fall down and hit him on the nose. He laughed, taking three large leaps through the snow until thunk! something hit him hard in the back of the head.

Fractal turned, defensive, until he noticed Oggy, his neighbour and closest friend.
"Hey Fractal! Snowball fight?" Oggy called. Fractal scooped up a pawful of snow and tossed it back, quickly ducking behind a tree.
Thunk!
Snow smashed against the tree trunk, sending a spray of snow everywhere.

His mother smiled from the window, watching her son's first snowball fight.

[L O K I]

username ;; L O K I
name ;; Cookie
gender ;; Male
favorite christmas memory ;; "I remember it all clearly, just like it was yesterday. My siblings and I would huddle up together around the fireplace with heavy eye lids, and we would wait patiently for our mother. She would come over, my mother, and lay down a silver tray full of delicious cookies, all shapes and sizes. We would all of course start gobbling them down greedily, but as soon as mother scolded us we calmed down. The smells were delightful, and the taste, oh the taste! No one make cookies like mother does."