[kes.]

This JBD is very pretty <3333 I love the scarf and the vibrant patterns! I've already been asked by two different people to draw him/her, and this one is definitely the most fun to draw {out of the JBDs I've drawn, that is}. Wonderful design, Chomp! Love it <3

[doodleswiftly]

I love this JBD too much to just not try out!

҉ Name ҉ : Aurantiacis - Means Orange in Latin - Ow-ran-ti-ah-chis

҉ Nickname ҉ : Antic, Tant

҉ Gender ҉ : Male

҉ Personality ҉ : Aurantiacis is a gentle, kind, lovable boy. He loves making people happy, and helping them. He hates making others feel bad. His compassion is a weakness. He could never say what he really feels, being afraid to hurt people's feelings. The way to get him to do what you want is to bribe him, saying something like "I'd feel so sad if you did that...". He does have some strengths. When you're feeling down in the dumps, or lonely, he'll be there to perk you up. He's very good at singing and telling jokes. He'd love to do slapstick, but the DNA fault within him doesn't allow this.

҉҉ Other ҉ : Aurantiacis has a genetic default. Somewhere up in his family tree, one of his ancestors had a strange problem with their bones.

҉ Story ҉ : WIP!


҉ Art ҉ : WIP! (optional)

[laces]

Name: Rojo
Gender: Male

Personality:
Story: (optional)

Art: (optional)

WIP forgive me c:

[Chomp]

Six days until judging! If there are enough people who need me to extend it so they can finish their applications, just post or message me saying so. Otherwise, make sure it's finished by next Friday. WIP applications will be automatically disqualified, unless the WIP is one of the optional sections of the application.

[soul.]

Okay thanks for the notice Chomp ^_^

[thefallenangels]

can i get the lines for this if not don't worry

[Chomp]

No problem c:.

No, the lines don't belong to me. They belong to Hiccup. If you want to be guest artist, you can try to snag a slot on Saturdays once Hiccup says slots are open (:.

[miike]

Name ::
Marmalade "Mara"

Gender ::
Female c:

Why I want this Jelly ::
For all of the dark things I'm going through right now, yea I have bad days too. This girl reminds me so much of the times that I love to have with my friends and family. Her light fills me up with happiness. I wish to have her to help me throughout hose times when it's hard to even breathe. Let alone see. And she is so unique, I love the look of her. She makes me smile. Right when I looked at her, I knew she had to be mine. I'd do anything for her, but all I can do is put my heart into this form and cross my fingers. I want to thank you for the chance to own such an amazing creature! c: <3

Personality ::
Mara isn't your average Jelly. She is the cliche happy cheery type, but is way more of a social butterfly and audiophile. Mara loves music of all sorts, mostly the upbeat and happy ones though. Even if she isn't the best artist, or athlete, this gal knows how to sing. She loves to be on stage and preform for fun. It is in her nature to hit the street and dance around the the crazy fun loving maniac she is.
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Marmalades nickname is given to her because she is so tired of having such a long name. So, one day, her friends starting calling her "Mara," and it stuck. She loves the one syllable name.
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The red scarf Mara wears was part of her history. She wears it wherever she goes and never dares to take it off unless bathing. It reminds her of the day she got it, and started to love music so much.
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Mara's coloring came mostly from her father, he was a bright JBD with a lot of sunshiny colors; just as Mara is. Her mother is a more neutral colored jelly, and the designs in Mra's fur reflect that.
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When Marmalade was a young JBD, she always liked sports. Even if she was horrible at them. As she is also terrible with babies, cooking, and writing in cursive. She now realizes her true skills are in music and songwriting.

[color=#Orange]Story ::
Mara looked up to this guy, his music flowing through her ears so clearly. She attempted to touch him, but a guards hand shoved her just out of her childish reach. Of course others were being treated the same way. His scarf was red, a sparkling crimson, Mara was practically hypnotized by it. She growled, and jumped up again, this time, she got his attention. "Oh hey!" he smiled, all white gleaming teeth. She nodded, and he tossed her the scarf. For a split second, it flashed into the air, and what sound like millions of screams rang in Mara's ears. She was oblivious when it reached her shoulders. The scarf was hers; not to feind off the hungry attackers. She grinned, and sprinted off.when she reached her seat, adrenaline had taken over. Mara stood on her chair and held up fists. She saw the guy staring directly at her, one finger her way. She let the music take her, and she started to dance.
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The next day, Marmalade woke up with the blood red fabric over her mouth. She hopped out of her bed lazily, and slid into the piano bench. Suddenly, her fingers began to play. Her ears twitched as she could never play an instrument before, not that she'd ever tried. Mara's eyes lit up with delight as she watched her paws fly across the keys. Her connection with music was stronger that than any she'd ever had.
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Art ::

Theme Song ::
Honestly - Hot Chelle Rae

Fears ::

Favorites ::

[Flutter Pie]

Name :
Irony. She is named Irony due to the fact that her fur is the sunny warm colors of the sun in summer, although she wears a scarf as if it is wintery and cold.

Gender :
Female, although she isn't girly, but she's beautiful and likes to look her best.

Age :
Older teengager, but she acts young for her age.

Why do you want her? :
I have been watching the Jellybean Dragon Adoptions for a while and none of the JBDs really spoke to me like Irony. For one, she was simply gorgeous with her bright warm colors and scarf. Also, her warm colors seemed to warm my heart and make me imediatley smile. I just had to apply for her. Irony is one of those animals that mean alot more than just a cute fuzzy thing you can draw once and a while. Irony is more than that. She really means something to me. She is a way to be happy. I put all of my effort into this forum, and it took all morning. I've never been good at forums, so this is the best I can do..

Strengths :
- Irony is very good at making friends and being a leader.
- Although Irony is very competitive she can also be a great team player and doesn't always have to lead.
- Irony is very outgoing and bold.
- Irony is very good at expressing herself in art.
- Irony has respect and a passion for the better things in life.
- Irony loves nature and being fit and healthy.
- Irony is very friendly to everyone she talks to.
- Irony loves animals- especially ducks. Ducks are a great strength.
- Irony is very brave and protective.
- Irony is great at sports..for a girl.

Weaknesses :
- Irony can be childish and a bit too excited at times, coming out as annoying to some.
- Irony loves to play with dolls and stuffed animals- which is a bit immature for her age.
- Sometimes Irony can be a bit too protective.
- Irony may put herself in danger trying to protect others.
- Irony can be a bit of a braggert at times.
- Irony can be a tomboy at times, which she personally thinks that's bad.
- Irony is hopeless around guys.

Personality :
Irony is an ironic girl. She tends to be a bit stubborn and likes to do the opposite of what others do or tell her to do, although with a witty side. She can be very joyful and is certain to bring joy and sunshine where ever she goes. Her humor is more on the crude side, but she is still quite funny.

Irony is fearful of only a few things, being a brave girl. As a child she never really had to be scared. She was always bigger than the other pups and stronger built than the others. Like every other jellybean dragon she as fears though. Just like everyone.

Irony is afraid of what most beings are fearful of- pain, death, and things that are beyond her knowing- such as unidentified noises or sights. Although, she is a bit braver when facing her fears. She is also afraid of one unusual thing. Squirrels. Whenever she sees the furry creatures with their long sharp teeth and bushy tails she just lets out a scream and runs.

Irony isn't much of a girly girl, although she does take care that she looks her best. She is more of a tomboy at times, loving sports and exersize. She is hopeless around guys, but most have crushes on her. The guys tend to like that she isn't like other girls, that she likes to be with the boys and doesn't seem to care if she doesn't have a mate.

Irony isn't like other girls because she doesn't care if she doesn't have a mate. The only reason she trys to look her best is for herself and that her mother always complimented her on her beauty and gorgeous bright colors. Irony also loves music- bright, happy, cheery music.

Irony loves nature and likes to look at the beauty in life. She also loves painting. She paints bright picture sof nature. The sun shining in a bright blue sky, rainbow balloons floating in the air, bright pink and orange flowers below. She is also very good at the art she does. Irony likes art more than sports.

Irony loves to brush her hair, keeping it long and clean. Sometimes she doesn't feel like combing out all of the knots and tangles, but she thinks it's worth it to see the beautiful glossy coat of orange fur.

Irony holds herself high while she prances around like an antelope, she has great posture. Although when sitting she tends to slouch in a boyish manner, letting out her inner tomboy.

Story :
"Meadow!" Irony exclaimed, bounding through the tall yellow flowers of the meadow.
Although she was running through a meadow, and she had just exclaimed the word, things weren't as they seemed. Meadow was actually a cat. Her cat.
Irony heard a loud meow, catching the glimpse of the cat's silver pelt she dashed forward. Lighting cracked into the sky, lighting the sky up like a firework. When Irony looked up the sky was dark and white flashes of light striked through the air.
"M-meadow..?" she squeaked.
Irony curled up on a large grey rock, staring with fearful red eyes out at the darkened meadow. The joy and safety of the meadow had turned. The blue sky was black. The birds chirping turned to the boom of thunder and shriek of vultures. The yellow flowers seemed to die in the darkness. Irony was all alone.
A howl errupted from the mountain side, followed by several other howls.. Right behind her! Irony spun around to see the golden fangs of large dark grey wolves. They stared at her with hungry yellow eyes. Irony let a soft squeak come from her throat, then a scream. The wolves went crazy, lunging at her and one another. Irony leapt over them, taking one look back, then running in a circle, and further into the meadow. She still hadn't found Meadow! The poor kitten could be anywhere! He was probably scared to death. He was terrified of thunder.. and lighting.. and wolves.. and the..darkness.
Irony felt the hot breath of the wolves behind her as she dashed through the rubble of flowers.

...

You may see our lives as strange and distant, but if you place yourself into our shoes, you'd understand that we believe the same about you. The mistakes of your lives have been embedded into the earth where we tread, though you show no signs of disadvantage. Even if things were to change the dreams of the past would still haunt our every waking moment in horror. Although, that would never happen. We will always be at the lower advantage.
Few of us have survived this nightmare, but you, you sit there in a cozy, warm house concealed in happiness and safety. You are just the fools who watch us suffer, and we, we are the puppets. The ones we fear are not you, but the puppet masters.

"Summer!" a voice screamed through the dying wheat stalks that surrounded the old red barn.
Summer was my nickname, hearing it, I began to make an easily paced jog to the old barn where the voice came from. Seeing my mother on her knees at the entrance of the run down building I knelt down at her side.
"Mother.." I murmured in a soft voice, as if my words would harm her in some way, "What's going on?"
I looked down to see the young white and brown goat tied to her wrist, Goaty. The name seemed very imature and kindergarden, although the name seemed to stick. I remembered back when we first got the kid. It was a beautiful sunny day and the strong sweet smell of dandelion was fresh in the spring air. We had just gotten a new set of chickens and had gotten at least two dozen eggs. We sold the eggs for a loaf of bread, cheese, and a sickly young goat. The elderly man who sold us her was traveling, most likely running from trouble, and he had to get the sick goat off his hands for thesake of travel. I thought about the problems he must have had having two dozen lively chicks in the back of his wagon.
I remembered what the man had looked like. He was a human. He was like most people from our town, thin and dirty. He had a boney white face with thin dry skin that tightened itself around every narrow crevese of his skull. He looked as if he was a living skeleton, only covered with pastey skin. He had hollow cheeks and many dark areas on his face where his bony appearance was without fat. He had bloodshot white-blue eyes and low bushy grey eyebrows that shadowed his staring eyes. He had a balding and tangled mess of white and smokey grey hair to match his bold eyebrows. The main feature on his face that I regonised were his thin white eyelashes. They seemed so delicate, lighting up so they stood out when the sun crossed their path. His thin cracked lips were nearly invisible, consumed by his nearly toothless cavern of a mouth. Dirt was caked on his ragged clothes and face.
"Goaty is ill." my mother said almost imediatley after I had finished describing him to myself. "I need you to walk her to Bershma at the veternary clinic."
I wondered how the town could afford to keep an animal doctor, but they were barely able to heal a minor wound on a human or dragon. I'm not saying that the vet was efficant, we're lucky to have one at all.
"Yes mother," I replied calmly, taking the smooth guiding rope in my hand.
Goaty refused to move. With a sigh of retreat I picked up the kid, holding her inbetween my jaws, although not biting her. I turned around to glance back at my mother, then I continued to walk along the path to the dirt road ahead.
I quickly strutted towards the vetenary clinic where Bershma would be waiting to treat Goaty. I looked at my worn shoes as I approached my destination, I didn't want to look at the starving, filthy, and dying people around me.
I pushed through the ajar wooden door of the small run-down vet to greet Bershma, the veternarian. Bershma sat on a small round stool covered in cheap black rags. She was the most easily regonised person in our region. She was much larger in weight then the boney women outside. She had shoulder lengthed thick curly orangish red hair and chubby red cheeks. Her dark brown eyes peirced into everyone she spoke too, although her bitterness was humorous if you knew her.
"Hello Bershma." I smiled polietly, nodding my head in greeting.
"That's Dr.Bershma to you, sweetheart." she snapped in her mean-is-nice sort of way. "Now, what seems to be the problem here?"
"Goaty is ill." I said in the boldest voice possible. "Mother didn't tell me what was wrong with her." I was always quiet around people, but Bershma always urged me to speak up.
She cleared her throat, "I see, now, let me take a look at her."
I walked across the cracked cement floor to place Goaty on the wooden counter in front of her. She began examining the kid, poking her with twigs and looking into her mouth with a small flashlight.
"How's school?" she asked, beginning her usual pointless questions, as every doctor does.
"Actually, I don't go to school now." I murmured, "All of the jellybean dragons are being treated as pets now..I'll probably have to get a check-up here next time."
"Oh.." she paused for a moment, as if she was unsure of what to say.
"How's business?" I asked.
"Not as well as it used to be. They're shutting down most of the shops." she muttered, "Nobody has enough money to afford animal care."
I let out a soft sigh, stroking Goaty's back as she looked at him.
"Well, I don't really see anything more than a slight fever." she said, still prodding at Goaty with her thumb. "She'll be good as new in a few days. She'll heal on her own." Bershma gave a big nod and motioned with her hands for me to leave.
I picked up the kid around it's chest and I carried her out. I didn't have to pay anymore inless we had to buy medicine or something. If it was just a check up it was free.

Art :
Work in Progress.

Likes :
- Sunshine.
- Nature.
- Beauty.
- Animals
- Ducks.
- Art.
- Bright colors.
- Music.
- Sports.
- Fitness and Exersize.
- Being healthy.
- Swimming.
- Summer.

Dislikes :
- Darkness.
- Ugliness.
- Destroying nature.
- Anger\Sadness- Including that feeling in art, nature, and music.

Theme Song :
Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen

[Viego]

Name: Citrus
Gender: female
Personality: A bouncy sunshine filled heart. Her strengths are her very large amounts of energy but that often bugs others, which could be considered a weakness. She gets distracted by anything music related. She loves to play pretend (usually winding up as a super hero, with her scarf flipped onto her back like a cape) She finds it hard to understand things being told to her. Shes rather smart.
Story: maybe....

Art: WIP