[maluruloki]

Withdrawing my entry. Please ignore. Thanks.

[Vespur]

Entry withdrawn

[Temperance.]

Wow, I'm super happy that all of you like him XD Makes me feel like I don't totally fail at designs after all! Loving all the forms, though please do make sure you fill them out correctly, and please feel free to delete anything that I put in stars. To make it easier for the people who are writing on their iPods, have older computers that don't read the fancy text, or those who just like it simpler, I'll be adding a "normalized" form to the front page as well. Just so no one is put off by my fancy lettering XD

[theymightbetod]

I quite like the fdancy letters, even though my computer doesn't let me write like that, and good luck to every body!

[Deadly Nightshade]

::Username::
Deadly Nightshade

::Name::

My name's Smoothie

::Nick-name::

Don't have one

::Gender::

I am 100% male

::Age::

I am an adult

::Why do you want him?::
I really love him. I know that sounds like everyone says that but i really do. I would treasure him so much, he is so beautiful! I don't know what else to say but everytime i look at him, i just have a shocked face, you have made a true beauty, Ashwyn. He is the most amazing and beautiful JBD i have ever seen/ tried out for! and believe me, i have tried out for loads but none are as fantastic as this. I called him Smoothie because he reminds me of all different fruits and i love fruit (I really do), more than chocolate! I would just love for him to be mine! <3

Thanks Deadly! That was a really nice thing to say about me! Am i truly beautiful?

Yes!!

::Personality::

I am quite bubbly. I love to play day and night and enjoy spending time with other JBDs. I have been told i am very cheery, jolly and funny and that nothing can ruin my fun. I don't get angry much, i don't get sad either because i always find something fun to do. I do not care for rainy days, i do not care for story weather, because nothing can spoil what i like to do! If someone is hurting my feelings or getting me down, i always turn my anger into sarcasm and send them away so i can get on with what i was doing. I will defend my friends, no matter what. I never like to be alone and treated unfairly so i try and make others feel better, it isn't very nice if someone is upset. I always find the up-side in things.

::History::

The night was cold, the snow was swift as it flowed in the wind and chilled anything it touched. The wind blew briskly in his face, the young dragon's face and gently frosting his fur. This young dragon was called Smoothie, a funny name, yes but he really didn't care much about that. As a newborn, he was abandoned by his dull-coloured parents, they didn't like him and in fact, he was a mistake, he wasn't a child that they would have liked. Smoothie, however, did not miss his parents, he didn't like them for the brief time that he knew them, they...didn't understand him, they never did and now he was living in the painful cold of winter. He was extremely nervous now that he was in the outside world...alone.

Smoothie struggled to get through the snow, it was too painful on his face and too deep to even trudge through it. He turned his head and kept walking until his poor legs grew weak and he collapsed in the hardened snow. Further in the forest of only silhouettes, there was a shadow of a creature, it grew closer and closer until it towered over the body of the young dragon. It was a bear! An albino bear coming towards the body of Smoothie but luckily Smoothie awoke and ran for his life. The bear was not bothered to chase the tiny dragon, he wasn't worth being a meal.

Smoothie found and opening in the forest with many other JBDs and was raised by two beautiful parents who loved him. Every year they would celebrate the day they found him by giving him raspberries, one of his favourite foods. He began to grow quickly, and this made his parents sad, they didn't want him to grow and do his own things, they loved him like he was their own but the only thing they could do was prepare him for what lies ahead, they knew he was destined for greatness and would soon forget the life he had all those years before.

Smoothie was now an adult, it had been many years since he first came into the little camp and he soon forgot about his past. His parents never told him what had happened with the worst winter of all and that he could have died just in case it effected his future, they never told him about the bear, they never told him that the bear was full of the darkest magic despite the colour of her fur. They just watched him go by, back into the forest of which he came. This was the first time he had ever stepped into this forest since he came so this was a big thing to him although he didn't remember.

::Favourite food::
-Raspberry smoothie ice cream
-Raspberries
-Fruit salad

::Favourite drink::
-Strawberry and banana smoothie
-Raspberry smoothie
-Peanut butter milkshake

::Story::

No sound was made, none heard. Complete silence surrounded the air of the cold winter night. The breeze was sharp and painful on his skin and the snow stuck on his fur. Morning was far away, he longed for the sunlight and just simply walked on, hoping that morning will soon greet him like an old friend. Smoothie, the dragon of the cold north is what he was called back in the camp which he left a few hours before. He was called this because he was found in the worst winter of all, but he lived and this is his story of how he became the true dragon of the cold, of the snow and of the wind, of the crisp breeze and the speed of the air. Dare i forget? No....

Smoothie struggled to get along the snow mounds, the snow was too powerful. He longed for heat or a decent place to sleep. He was much larger than his previous encounter of such a strong winter which meant he had more strength to carry on. In the distance, he noticed a hole, leading underground. "Finally, my chance of survival!" But all was not good as you would have expected, down deep in the hole lay something...disturbing. But of course Smoothie did not know, nor care much for what maybe there, waiting for wandering souls like him.

The young dragon jumped in the whole, this was not any sort of tunnel, it weaved and swirled like a crazy slide at a fun fair. Eventually it stopped dead, making him fly into one of the tunnel walls. Suddenly, something made him cling on for his life. A swirl of mists and a wave of chill past through his fur, he saw a flash of white then a low growl...The bear! This bear was the very same creature that tried to attack him all those years ago, it was clear. This bear was the only albino bear that lived..the moon bear.

Smoothie had focus on the great best until he heard a familiar voice, it was his old friend Alastair! He was locked up in an elephant's carcass, where the bear got the carcass, Smoothie will never know but he had to get Alastair out. If the bear got Alastair, it could get the whole camp too! It was Smoothie's duty to stay true to the place that saved him and the dragons that did so aswell. Without a thought, Smoothie jumped on the moon bear, digging his horns and talons in it's flesh. The bear roared with pain, blood was spilled.

The bear swiped at it's back and wacked Smoothie off, but Smoothie skidded against the floor then jumoed on the bear's face, poking it's eyes and clawing it's head. This was the largest bear he had ever seen! But if this bear was going to attack the whole camp, he was going to have to do what he had to do. He swiftly ran out of the hole into the freezing cold, snowy night. Just now he realised how tight the air was, he had been in the hole for a little while the with bear's warm breathes that he forgot the pain of winter. But this matter was put aside as the bear got angrier, it leapt into the air and landed almost on top of Smoothie but just missed.

Smoothie heard Alastair's voice, it sounded in deep pain, he couldn't let this happen to everyone else. With all courage and with all strength, he jumped into the bear's mouth as it closed tight shut behind him...But this was not the end, oh no, certainly not. Smoothie jabbed his horns into the roof of the bear's mouth, causing it to screech with pain. Smoothie was not finished with the bear yet. He dislodged one of the bear's longest and sharpest teeth and stuck it further into the whole he had already made. The bear yelped as the tooth stuck right in it's head, and with a final breath, it collapsed onto the snowy floor. The red blood of the bear flowed in the snow, making it a deep red.

Smoothie returned to the hole and saw Alastair coughing and without thought, Smoothie broke the rib cage of the elephant and carried Alastair back to the camp. It seemed like a longer journey back but he finally made it back home. He was greeted and praised for saving Alastair, but did they know of his victory of the moon bear? Let's keep that a secret.....

::Art::

Trudging through the snow:


Dodging the bear's attack:

[wajas]

մʂҽɾղɑʍҽ:wajas
ղɑʍҽ:Paesonian
ղìϲҟղɑʍҽ:Paeson
ցҽղժҽɾ: Male
ɑցҽ: Adult
Ŵhγ Υøû Ŵαŋŧ Hǐm:Because of his intricate patterns, his dark blue tail seems to blend in with his rustic red coat. His ocelot-like pattern on his back seems to make him more of a 'ancient guy'. His horns remind me of the savvanah-grazing antelopes, running wild on the huge meadow. His eyes seem to display, "What is beauty?". His body, seems to know, radiates "it is something you have never seen before." If you put a safari hat and a grain-colored shirt on Paeson, he would fit in with the African safari people, going across the savvanah, searching for beautiful wildlife.

քҽɾʂօղɑӀìէվ: Paeson is a very lovable guy, tending to rather impress with his sweet ways. He is always smiling, and wanting to make friends. His love for adventure will never cease, he has been to South Africa, Spain, China, Greece, and many others. His mother would always say, "His love for adventure never ends! He wants to go and find out what's out there, and new people." He has a fancy to learn, getting good grades, and to get some jobs, like assisting people on trails, or saving them from snow-cave ins. He seems to get along with most people, usually becoming great friends with them.
His sense of safety is never down, he tends to lead people to a little distance away from 'dangerous objects'. Although his is a safe guy, he can have a wild side. Usually would do backflips, cartwheels, or even a flip in midair, Paeson wants to impress and to have fun! He can do mild pranks, but always asks if they're alright afterwards. He enjoys reading, often telling the hatchlings about amazing adventurers in Egypt, or jungle-extravagants in Africa.
հìʂէօɾվ: When he was gather from an egg, his mother and father knew he was different. His tiny little body tended to wander out of the cave, and into the lush, green forest. His father would always run outside, to make sure Paeson wasn't out there. But, each time he was out there, he would always return, with Paeton on his back. When he would come back with his father, they would always laugh about the situation, saying; "That's our little Marco Polo!"
As Paeson grew up, his adventures went farther and father,nearly to the middle of the forest! It would take his father till dusk until he came back with the mighty Paeson. His mother would laugh, thinking it would end, but his father, was sure that it was just the beginning.One day, when he was a teenager, he wandered for a day, he was right near the end of the forest. His father and mother were worried at this point, discussing whether they would venter out and bring their Paeson back. Although, they didn't have to, he came back that morning.

Fανǿurĭŧε Fǿǿd: Like his personality, he will taste almost anything an enjoy it! He likes foreign food, like sushi, with ad ip of wasabi, grilled chicken, and potatoes. Although, out of all the food he tasted, he has enjoyed mint chocolate chip brownie. The ice-cream seems to be the most adventurous of his food palate. He would usually enjoy a bowl of it once he came back on an adventure, or when he is having guests over.

Šŧørγ
"Paeson!!!" yelled a worried voice. Paeson was walking in darkness, a gleeful smile spread across his face. "Coming!" he replied as he swiveled his body, facing the voice. He took a gentle stride, hearing the crackling of the underbrush beneath. He took seven steps, before he was standing where the voice was heard. He then searched around the darkness, with his paws, and felt another paw, not his. It was three times bigger, and had a little crusty part, where a scar was. The paw moved under from his, and he felt a warm, mouth grasp his neck fur. "Don't do thish agains," the deep voice said. "okay, dad," Paeson answered to his father. His father grunted in reply, and he took long, slow steps, making a tiny crunch with the underbrush. The trees loomed over them, casting a mysterious shadow over them. The moon made a silver light, revealing their shadows across the ground. Within minutes, Paeson smelled a beautiful aroma, fresh meat. "You found him?" asked a rather light, feminine voice. Paeson smiled at the voice, as it came closer, the JBD was running outside, to reunite with her family. "There you are, Paeson!" she said as she licked his cheek. He smiled and licked her back. His father gently dropped him between himself and his mother. "Don't do that again, Paeson, we were worried!" hid father said sympathetically, as his mother nodded. Paeson looked up, and replied "I won't, I promise." his father and mother looked at eachother understandingly, knowing it wouldnt be the last. The then trotted inside, each one following the other.

[squints]

I'l do anything for this cutie~
If I win him, he'd be in a book, devoted to his adventures with Cheese <3
I was going to record my self singing a song for him as his "mother"
I'm so upset, I didn't get to finish D':

մʂҽɾղɑʍҽ:
Blazer
ղɑʍҽ:
άδειο
AKA~
ádeio
ղìϲҟղɑʍҽ:
Ade
ցҽղժҽɾ:
Male
ɑցҽ:
Adult
Ŵhγ Υøû Ŵαŋŧ Hǐm:
I have tried for almost every single JBD (My entree for number one is on page three I believe) and I haven't fallen for one so hard (well, I did, but I lost it...) but this one I can't loose, I have to get him some how, but I don't want this to be some huge long sap story, I sure hate those x) so...
PaNdAs :D

Snowballz is Epic ilu ;u;
քҽɾʂօղɑӀìէվ:
He's been hurt too much...
What people don't really realize is he's not cruel, just empty.
There was a time when he was a warm individual, but after... a rather tragic incident...he can't be the same. He doesn't want to be hated, he wants the kind version of him self, but he doesn't know how to return to that without thinking of those sweet days with his family.

When you see the real him it's by accident, it has to be..
He doesn't show off his soft side to just any one.
maybe, if he's grown attached to you

Quizzes I took with his point of view

What type of oatmeal are you?

You are plain oatmeal!

There's nothing special about you!
You are as bland as babyfood! Yuck!
Old people don't even want to eat you.

How cold are you?

Your cold as ice, you might have had something happen to turn your heart to stone obviously casting everyone out as the enemy

Everyone has hardship but one thing
to remember is that everyone needs
an ally and an shoulder to rest on.

What is hidden within your eyes

Loneliness Is hidden within your eyes.

You don't like to be in a big group, but thats ok! You should try going out with your best friend and have a good time!! Tell people how you feel, instead of just sitting around being alone. Get out there and make some new friends!!

What kind of element spirit are you?

Spirit of Darkness
You are shy & emotional. You tend to be a loner sometimes, though you really cared with others, its just every time you tried to help it is always misunderstood. You become vengeful, scary & evil whenever you get angry. You always want to have revenge not only for yourself but your loved ones when they were hurt. But never fear, Spirit of Darkness is one of the most powerful among the forces!

What dragon lies within you?

~Bone Dragon~
Also known as the Dragon of Death/Spirits said to reside in the Underworld. You are often feared and seen as the 'grim-reaper', so naturally people tend to avoid you. However, you do not kill, you bring peace to those who are restless and ill at ease. People come to love and appreciate you after you save them. You bring comfort when it is needed and you have great inner powers. You are very mysterious and responsible. You prefer to be alone most of the time.

Learn more about him!

1. What about you is heroic?
Me Heroic, psh, I'm a little fool
2. What about you is social? What do you like about people?
I DON'T like people, and I am NOT social
1. What is your real, birth name? What name do you use?
άδειο, αλλά γεμάτο ζεστασιά
And I just use Adeio
2. Do you have a nickname? What is it, and where did you get it?
I've always been called Adeo
3. What do you look like?
I;m a little bit larger than a Grate Dane, my eyes are bright blue, and my coat design is a beautiful mixture of red and blue.
4. How do you dress most of the time?
.....What do you think smart one? I have this thing called fur
5. How do you "dress up?"
No response (Adeo; ._.)
6. How do you "dress down?"
.......
7. What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Oh I strip my fur ._. Really guys, such idiots (Blazer;Cranky much?)
8. Do you wear any jewelry?
He blushed.. "Only around Cheese, she likes to decorate my horns...."
9. In your opinion, what is your best feature?
My eyes, they hold my past, and my future
10. What's your real birth date?
I don't completely remember the year, all I remember was July, 24
11. Where do you live?
In a little cave out side of the group of JBDs
12. Do you own a car?
Yes, Because paws and peddles go well together.... >-<
13. What is your most prized possession?
The little blue necklace, Cheese gave it to me
14. What one word best describes you?
κοιλότητα

1. What was your family like?
it's none of your Bee's wax
2. Who was your father, and what was he like?
He was fine...
3. Who was your mother, and what was she like?
....
She was amazing,
Loving, caring, everything
And she died, trying to save me
the stupid fool
5. What were your siblings names? What were they like?
Tears slowly roll down his cheeks, "You will not ask me that again"
7. When's the last time you saw any member of your family? Where are they now?
More tears swam down into his fur. "I TOLD YOU DON"T ASK ABOUT THEM!"

1. What is your first memory?
My mother... she was singing to me
2. What was your favorite toy?
I didn't really have toys...
3. What was your favorite game?
Catch the moth
4. Any non-family member adults stick out in your mind?
.......
5. Who was your best friend when you were growing up?
..My brother
6. What is your fondest, childhood memory?
Sitting with my family, before the ambush
7. What is your worst childhood memory?
THe tears return, "What do you think?! Why would you as that?!"
հìʂէօɾվ:

*I was Crying while I wrote this, no kidding ;n;*

The warm, summer wind pulled my fur, left, right. It was so soothing with the songs of the birds contributing to lulling me to a peaceful state. The high pitched lullabies paused, letting me to shake the drowsy, warm shell behind as I stood. One shrill cry...C sharp, the alarm....

My head jerked up, no, no no no no NO! Not while I;m with my beloved family, no. I sprinted over to the close knitted circle that was my family. Why had a chosen such a far off place, why did I have to choose this spot? I blame myself and push my young legs faster, hoping to be able to warn my family in time. I pushed on and on, but my weak legs weren't strong enough....

it took all my might to slow to a halt. I took gaping gasps, but I couldn't get enough air to satisfy my lungs. A shiver was sent through my spine as I examined the wound on my father's neck. I let out a small whimper, I was weak a foolish child, putting himself in danger to cry over his daddy. I can't believe how Stupid I was. I froze, fear shooting through me. A wolf with a somber face looked me in the eyes.

"So sorry kid, Assassins gotta do their job". His eyes were sympathetic as he launched him self at my brother. "N-NOO" I screeched. "Kid, you gotta get outa here if you want to live." Tears, poured down my cheeks. My mother nodded to the wolf, herding me away. "Take care of your self my sweet, don't you dare go back out of there, this is my dying wish, ok?" My heart fell, her dying wish? Don't leave I whisper. Hun, they want me and your father, they'll kill any one in their way, I'm not going to let them touch you, they already took your brother. I'm not losing you too. I'll always be with you. With that, she was off leaving me as a Stupid, quivering, idiot.

Now here I am, an teenaged JellyBeanDragon. Great, cold and empty, just how everyone wants to be. I sigh lightly to my self, it the stupid anniversary...of that stupid incident. I smirk to myself, I could probably take on those wolves now. I've trained to hopefully I could avenge my family, but the stupid wolves hadn't come back any time recently. Maybe they weren't so stupid, they must've had some sort of since to not come back and challenge me.I raised my head to the sky letting the wind run through my fur. "Hay Stupid" I hear a voice, distorted by the wind. My fur raises "Get out of here!" I jump, letting my teeth be shown. "Chill out you smothering idiot" I knew who it was then, the cheery tone in her voice, and the smack of a tail on the back of my head Confirmed it. I didn't stop growling, just because she was basically my sister didn't mean she could annoy me like one, I lached me teeth onto her tail. She yelped and I let go, the routine. "Aren't you sick of this?" I mutter to her as I'm blowing Confetti's tail hair out pf my mouth "Fetti, you aren't going to have a tail by summer's end and you're going to look like a complete and total idiot" I rolled my eyes, sick of seeing her happy eyes, not on this day, of all days. "Wow, you're being more of a tight wad than usually. Why are your panties in such a twist?" I snarled "As if you don't know" Now I was ten times more annoyed with her. "Oh.." Her voice drained of any happiness and her face pale. I looked off into the sunset and trotted into the near by forest. This isn't what I needed right now.

Shivers were sent down My spine as the eerie forest encircled me. It was nice to breathe fresh air, It was nice to be alone. I wandered and wandered for hours on end, I wanted to stay forever. I was dreaming of what it'd be like to live here forever when, the rain interrupted my thoughts. I wandered, and found a nice little rock shelter. I let my sturdy guard down. Images of past family members, the attack, it was overwhelming. Salty tears mixed with the rain. The pain came in waves, one after another. I was turned into that same fool Who cried about losing his Daddy, and basically murdered his mother. But, right then I didn't really care about how much of a fool I was.

All I heard through the pain was "Oh Adeo," it was Cheese, she knew what today was, she felt my pain, and tried to take it from me. SHe pushed herself into the small shelter. More tears poured from my eyes."Sh, It's all ok, I;m here now, there's no need for tears." She nuzzled my cheek "You have me, you have me right here. I looked up at her and Nodded. You Have Fettie, come on... It's ok, Think of Fettie, and Carrot, and Jellybean. Shh, it's ok." I sat up an the rain greeted me well, I had my new family here, and no one was taking them from me. I stopped my tears, this was a new chapter of mine, I had to take it weather I liked it or not, for my new family, for the one I love, my "Siblings", and my Friends. I stood, I had to make this change. I walked out to see all my "Family" there, "Lets head back to camp," My tail drooped, though I could always pretend nothing happened to my real family, I would always feel pain, the burn of an ember, searing through a tender heart.

We got to the edge of camp, "you guys go ahead" I decided that I needed to clear my head. Almost every one decided to go into camp, but guess who didn't? Cheese. "Will you be alright?" I nod, hoping She'd leave then, I felt something,.. Dark in the air.... I couldn't pick it out, "Cheese, for me, please go into camp










Fανǿurĭŧε Fǿǿdʂ:

Ade's complete favorite
Ingredients

1 pound dried black beans (about 2 cups), rinsed, soaked in 4 quarts of water overnight or 6 hours, drained
1 lb smoked ham hock or shank
2 bay leaves
5 cups water
1/8 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt

4 Tbsp olive oil
1 large yellow onion, chopped fine
1 medium sweet potato, chopped into 1/2-inch pieces (can substitute 2 large carrots)
1/2 carrot, chopped fine
1 celery rib, chopped fine
1/2 teaspoon salt
4 medium garlic cloves, minced
1 Tbsp ground cumin
1 teaspoon chile powder
2 cups chicken stock
1 Tbsp molasses
1 red bell pepper, roughly chopped
3 to 4 Tbsp lime juice (can substitute lemon juice)
Salt

Chopped fresh cilantro
Sour cream
Avocado, peeled and chopped

Method

1 Place beans and ham hock in a 4-quart, thick-bottomed pot. Add 5 cups water, bay leaves, salt and baking soda. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to a low simmer. Cover and let cook 1 hour 15 minutes to 1 hour 30 minutes, until beans are tender. Remove bay leaves. Remove ham hock from the pot. Cut ham meat away from the bone and cut into small, bite-sized pieces, set aside.

2 Heat olive oil in a large 8-quart thick-bottomed pot on medium high until the oil is hot, but not smoking. Add the onions, celery, sweet potato and 1/2 teaspoon of salt. Cook, stirring occasionally, until lightly browned and softened, about 10-15 minutes. Reduce heat to medium, add the cumin, chili powder, and garlic, cook for an additional 2 minutes, stirring constantly.

3 Add the beans, their cooking liquid, chicken stock, molasses, and bell pepper. Bring to a boil then reduce heat to a simmer. Cook, stirring occasionally, for 20 to 30 minutes.

4 Remove 4 cups of the soup (about half of it) to a blender. Purée until smooth and return to the pot of soup. (You may need to purée the soup in smaller portions, depending on the size of your blender. Don't fill the blender more than half way at a time and hold the lid while blending.) Add back the ham pieces to the soup. Add 3 Tbsp of lime juice. Adjust seasonings. If on the sweet side, add a bit more lime juice. Salt to taste.

Serve with garnishes. Makes 8 cups. Serves 6.

Note that the soup may continue to thicken. If you would like it thinner, just add some water to desired consistency.

Pelmeni are Russian poached pasties that have a meat filling.
Ingredients:
2 c flour
1 c milk or water
1/2 tsp salt
1 tbsp vegetable oil
3 eggs
1/2 lb beef
1/2 lb pork
1 onion
salt and pepper to taste
Method:
1. Grind beef and pork twice in meat chopper. Then add chopped onion, salt, and pepper. To make mincemeat more tender and juicy, add a bit of milk. Reserve.

2. Mix flour with eggs and milk, salt and oil until a soft dough forms. Knead on floured surface until dough is elastic.

3. Take some dough and make a "sausage" (1 inch in diameter). Divide into pieces (1 inch thick). Roll each piece so that each is 1/16 inch thick.

4. Take a glass or a cup (2 inches in diameter) and make rounds with it's help on the dough. Fill each round with 1 teaspoon of the mincemeat, fold into half-moons.

5. Pinch edges together and connect the opposite sides. Pelmeni can be frozen to be cooked later ( you can keep them in the freezer for a long time), or cooked immediately.

6. To cook pelmeni, boil a large amount of water, as they can stick to each other. Salt water. Carefully drop pelmeni into boiling water. Don't forget to stir them from time to time. Boil for 20 minutes.

5. Served with butter, sour cream or vinegar, and ketchup.

Prep Time: 25 minutes
Cook Time: 30 minutes
Total Time: 55 minutes
Yield: Serves 4
Ingredients:

2 crust pastry recipe
2 Tbsp. olive oil
1 red onion, chopped
1/2 large head red cabbage, chopped
3 cloves garlic, minced
3 Tbsp. balsamic vinegar
1 tsp. honey
1/3 cup water
1 cup cooked cubed corned beef or ham
1 cup cubed Swiss or Havarti cheese
1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese

Preparation:
Prepare pie crust and divide dough into four pieces. Roll out each between waxed paper into 7" rounds. Fit each into a 4" tart ring, or simply put the crusts on two cookie sheets. Set aside.

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Saute onion in olive oil in a large skillet until soft. Then add cabbage, vinegar, honey, and water. Cover pan and simmer for 10 minutes, until cabbage is soft, stirring frequently. Then uncover pan and cook for 5-8 minutes longer on medium high heat, stirring frequently, until liquid is absorbed.

Divide half of the cabbage mixture evenly among the pastry circles. If you aren't using the tart rings, just mound the mixture in the center of the circles of pastry. Divide the corned beef evenly onto the cabbage mixture. Sprinkle with Gruyere cheese cubes and grated Parmesan cheese, and top with remaining cabbage mixture. Fold crust edges over the top of the cabbage mixture, pleating to form a ruffled edge. Bake tarts at 425 degrees for 20-30 minutes. Remove tart rings and serve.

1 1/2 cups warm milk (105-115°F)
2 tablespoons sugar
1 pkg. active dry yeast
2 eggs, beaten
2 1/4 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup butter, melted

Combine milk, sugar and yeast. Stir until yeast is dissolved. Set aside for several minutes, until foamy.

Add remaining ingredients and mix until smooth. Let rise for 15 minutes or until puffy.

Brush a non-stick griddle or smooth black cast iron pan that is well seasoned with butter and heat until a droplet of water dances and sizzles on the surface.

Pour a small circle of batter onto the hot pan; cook until pancake forms tiny bubbles near the edges. Flip and bake the other side for a little less time than it took to bake the first side - until the top sets and the pancake is cooked through.

Stack on a warm plate and keep warm in 225°F oven or serve right away with butter and syrup or jam.

Note: If you're not in a hurry for the pancakes to rise, use half the amount of yeast; the pancakes will still rise but it will take a longer time.

Note: You may need to adjust the consistency of the pancake batter. Batter thickens as it stands. Add a few tablespoons of milk if batter is too thick; add a few tablespoons of flour if batter is too thin.

Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 35 minutes
Total Time: 50 minutes
Ingredients:

1 cup quick cooking oatmeal
1/2 cup butter, cut into pieces
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1-1/2 cups boiling water
1/4 cup cocoa
3/4 cup sugar
1 cup brown sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
1-3/4 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1/3 cup butter, melted
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 cup flaked coconut
1/4 cup plus 1 Tbsp. heavy cream
1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips

Preparation:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease a 9x13" pan and set aside. In a large bowl, combine oatmeal with 1/2 cup butter and 1 cup chocolate chips. Pour boiling water over all, and let stand for 5 minutes. Then add the cocoa and mix well with a wire whick so the chocolate and butter melt. Add 3/4 cup sugar and 1 cup brown sugar and whisk to combine. Set aside to cool for 10 minutes.

Add eggs and 2 tsp. vanilla and beat until combined. Then add flour, baking soda, and salt. Mix with a wire whisk until well blended. Immediately pour batter into prepared pan.

Bake at 350 degrees F for 25-35 minutes until cake pulls away from sides of pan and springs back when lightly touched in center.

Prepare topping while cake is baking. Combine 1/3 cup melted butter, walnuts, 1/4 cup sugar, 1/2 cup brown sugar, coconut, cream, and 1 tsp. vanilla in a medium bowl; mix well. When cake tests done, remove from oven and set on wire rack.

Turn oven to broil. Drop topping mixture by small spoonfuls onto cake; spread very gently to cover. Place under broiler, 4" from heat source, and broil for 2-5 minutes until topping is bubbly and light golden brown. Watch this every single second, turning the cake from front to back so the frosting cooks evenly. It can burn in a couple of seconds, so keep watching! When the frosting is bubbling furiously all over the cake and is beginning to brown in spots, remove cake from oven and sprinkle with 1 cup chocolate chips. Let stand for 10 minutes, then carefully swirl the chocolate chips into the frosting with the tip of a knife. Cool and cut into squares. Serve warm or cool. Serves 12

Russian apple pie is a traditional autumn bakery. The key secret of a cooking success is a special apple sort, called Antonovka. They are sour and give a special taste to the sweet dough.

Ingredients:
3 ea big eggs
3 ea average sour apples
1 c sugar
1 c flour
1 ts baking soda


Method:
Peel the apples and slice into thin pieces. Mix eggs, soda and sugar in the mixer. Add flour gradually. The dough must be liquid as sour cream. Pour a little vegetable oil in the pan. Put all apples (use different design) on the bottom. Pour the dough in to the pan evenly. Heat the oven and bake the pie during 20-30 minutes. When the pie is ready, put the pan on the wet napkin for 5 minutes. It helps to detach the pie from the pan. The apples must be on the top of the pie.

1 cup butter, room temperature
1/2 cups confectioners' sugar
2 1/4 cups flour, sifted
1 tsp vanilla
3/4 cup walnuts or pecans, finely chopped
confectioners' sugar for rolling

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

Cream the butter adding sugar gradually until light and fluffy. Stir in flour, vanilla, and walnuts or pecans.

Roll between hands into 1-inch balls and place on an ungreased baking sheet.

Bake for 12 to 14 minutes.

Remove from oven and while still warm, roll in confectioners' sugar.

Ingredients

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4 large good baking apples, such as Rome Beauty, Golden Delicious, or Jonagold (see cooking apple varieties)
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 cup chopped pecans
1/4 cup currants or chopped raisins
1 Tbsp butter
3/4 cup boiling water
Preheat oven to 375°F. Wash apples. Remove cores to 1/2 inch of the bottom of the apples. It helps if you have an apple corer, but if not, you can use a paring knife to cut out first the stem area, and then the core. Use a spoon to dig out the seeds. Make the holes about 3/4-inch to an inch wide.

2 In a small bowl, combine the sugar, cinnamon, currants/raisins, and pecans. Place apples in a 8-inch-by-8-inch square baking pan. Stuff each apple with this mixture. Top with a dot of butter (1/4 of the Tbps).

3 Add boiling water to the baking pan. Bake 30-40 minutes, until tender, but not mushy. Remove from the oven and baste the apples several times with the pan juices.

Serve warm with vanilla icecream on the side.

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July, 24; He's a Leo

Confetti is his spiritual sister
Carrot cake is his adopted bro
Jellybean is his friend
Mozzarella (Mozz) Is his adopted little sister
CheeseCake is his....Lady friend >:D
AWWs are often metioned in this story

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*Dies at how much art ~Jazzepi has*
Some one's the art wizard X3
it just all... poped up :D
Wish ya luck! :3

3 D a y s G r a c e you are awessommme <3
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I LOVE YOU SKIV X)

WIP~

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մʂҽɾղɑʍҽ:
♫ MusicIsLife ♫
ղɑʍҽ:
Moto kiraka, it means flame patch in Swahili.
ղìϲҟղɑʍҽ:
Moto, or flame.
ցҽղժҽɾ:
Male
ɑցҽ:
Adult
Ŵhγ Υøû Ŵαŋŧ Hǐm:
Well I could go ahead and talk about how wonderful his design is, but we can all agree upon this so I am trying to find other reasons. The one reason I do want this awe-inspiring dragon is that this dragon inspires me to do better for myself. Almost like the design has lit a flame within my heart, and mind. I feel that if I were to have this dragon, I could use it to try and get other people to do better with themselves as well.

քҽɾʂօղɑӀìէվ:
Moto is a very mischievous, spontaneous, and all around he is fun to be around. He loves pranks and tries to find any opportunity to poke some fun at other jellybean dragons. He'd make sure that the dragon is not going to have a heart attack or anything drastic like that first though, considering he can also be considerate of others at times. Basically there are a few key words to describe Moto's personality, fun-loving, mischievous, considerate, kind, and adventurous.
In Moto's mischievous, spontaneous, and adventurous mood he will do anything to have something fun to do, while at the same time giving him a laugh. He is a bit of a troublemaker, wherever he decides to go trouble will always seem to find him there. Moto will explore every nook and cranny of a place until there is nothing he hasn't seen, since he actually likes to discover things he has never heard of in his life. He can also be very random at times, never being able to focus on a single subject at once.
In his considerate, kind, and considerate mood, Moto can be a true sweetheart. Also quite caring in this mood, he will actually slow down to help other jellybean dragons with just about anything. Making sure others are happy is his main goal in this mood, always wanting to cheer others up when they are sad. Moto will look at the bright side of things, trying to help others to focus on the positives in the situation they are in.
There are negatives to his personality though, such as his being hot-headed. Moto is very easily angered, and sometimes his pranks can go a bit too far as well. Whenever this happens he does revert to his kind mood, but he will always feel bad about it. Moto is also very insecure surprisingly, thinking nobody else likes him at times. He tries to stay happy with everyone, but he can not stand being laughed at. He will get into a fight if you hurt him or someone he likes either physically or emotionally.
հìʂէօɾվ:
Moto was born into a very large family, consisting of his two parents, three sisters, and one other brother. At first Moto was very friendly and he loved being near his friends, but that was before the incident with his father. Sadly, Moto's parents divorced when he was the equivalent of a toddler. His family was split in half, some of his siblings went off with his dad, and some stayed with his mom for the moment. He chose to stay with his mom unlike his other brother, who had gone with his father and two of his sisters. Life was hard for the three smaller dragons who had banded together, and his mom could not adequately take care of them at the start after his dad left.
After a few years Moto had moved with his family, heading as far away from their dad as possible. He had kind of gone back into his shell, hypothetically of course. They still have not heard from his father since, nor his other three siblings that went with his dad. Moto still always thinks about them, but he does remember them. After a while life began to get normal and he enjoyed himself through the many pranks he had pulled during his childhood.
As Moto began to come out of his shell again, he began to pull even more pranks. He had gained many friends, and was not going to let anyone get between himself and them. One time he was going to pull his biggest prank ever, which was on his friend Cotton Candy, who happened to be afraid of ghosts. He took a trip to Boston with five of his friends and they went into a hotel building, all of them sharing a room. When Cotton Candy went to explore the city a bit, Moto and the other four set up a lot of fake ghosts. By the time Cotton Candy got back, she saw her four friends lying with fake blood all over them and ghosts coming towards her. Cotton Candy shrieked at the top of her lungs, and when the ghost got close enough to her she fainted.
Moto and the others ended up putting Cotton Candy in the hospital, but she did survive after the incident. Since then Moto has kind of developed another outer shell, and he has been much more careful when going to prank other Jellybean Dragons. Not much has happened since that trip, but he is always trying to find new ways to have fun in life. Either way Moto has changed a bit, but he knows that he will never stop pulling pranks until the day he dies.
Fανǿurĭŧε Fǿǿd:
Moto honestly does not have a favorite food for the most part, but he does prefer spicy foods like hot wings. Most of the foods he likes would be categorized as savory to others, a rare few being sweet. The foods that are sweet are extremely hard to find for him, considering he can never really get them where he grew up. Curry, peppers, and juju fish would have to be his top three foods. By a very slight lead, he would have to say the juju fish are his favorite.

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"A long time ago, when it was still medieval times there was a kingdom known as Dragonia. Dragonia was a large, prosperous land excelling in producing objects that required natural resources to create. The land was filled with creatures only known in storybook tales though, but these tales were of woe and human dangers to the land. People were worried developing a kingdom would destroy the mythical creatures of the land that were so vital to its survival. At all costs people outside the kingdom would try to save the creatures before it was too late . . .
Little did those people know the kingdom knew they wanted to destroy their land and save the magical forest animals. So they only had one thing to do; kill their enemies and continue to thrive. A giant war had risen between the kingdom of Dragonia, and the rest of the small continent of Drascalle. There was one girl who survived the war as a baby though; she had been taken by a dragon to the heart of the forest where no humans could go unless they were invited to go there by the lead dragon or his messenger . . .
" Moto's mother had begun to tell him and his sister the tale of Dragonia one night, as they sleepily lay in their beds. Moto had visited his younger sister, and his mother one night and ended up being dragged into the story. They wondered what was to happen next eagerly, and wanted for the story to continue. Sadly for them, their mother had gotten tired and she was about ready to go to bed herself so she could not finish the story until the next night. Both Moto, and his sister were saddened by this, but they knew when their mom was tired you could not convince her to do anything. Moto got out of his bed and picked the book up of the shelf and read it to his sister, well a part of it.
"The girl’s name was Adrianna Marie Phoenixi; she was a fiery redhead with a temper to match. Her hair flowed down to the middle of her back and it had natural high-lights and low lights as well. The tips of her hair were almost a scorched dark red that represented the fire of a phoenix’s tail feathers. The young girl had eyes that were a dark, charcoal-like grey with flecks of a burning red lying near the pupil. Her skin was lightly tanned, but not so much that it was an orange color. When she was sixteen years of age, she was five foot eight and she weighed one hundred thirty-five pounds. She had lived with the rare dragons of the forest learning the art of breathing fire to both rejuvenate the forest and to stop her enemies from harming her . . .
Adrianna looked around one day as she walked into the dragon’s realm in a serene silence that surrounded her in its uncertainty. She heard the soft steps of a deer nearby the caverns that she had known as her home for so many years now. She then heard the rougher steps of a clan of hunters from the nobility of the kingdom. One of the clan members had brought a young husky along with them to help the hunting party on its quest to destroy all of the mythical creatures so the kingdom could expand. The dog then spotted Adrianna hiding in a small group of bushes, watching to see what happens the dog did not move forward. He just stared ahead as the hunters yelled for him to move.
Adrianna knew there’d be trouble if the dog barked so she took out one of the arrows out of her sheath and aimed with the bow at the dog. She closed her eyes, but she put the bow down and sighed lightly knowing she did not have the guts to shoot a dog with an arrow. One of the hunters had spotted her though and they yelled, “Hey there is somebody over there. It is an outsider!” The hunters ran forwards and Adrianna gasped as she jumped up and ran away as fast as she could.
The hunters began to catch up to Adrianna, so she looked back and spat a fireball at them in haste; it scorched the arm of one of them. She began to pant slightly, the fire had dried her mouth and she needed a drink of water or else she would collapse. She did not see any so all she could do was run until she could not any more. The dragons were out on a hunting trip so she could not call for them to come save her either. Eventually she stumbled and fell to the ground in a heap . . ."
Moto struggled with some of the words, but as he finished the paragraph he saw his sister fast asleep in her bed. He snickered lightly to himself and tiptoed out to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and poured some water into it, steaming hot water. Then he looked through the kitchen to find a feather, eventually he found one and sneaked back up to their room. Walking up to his sister's bed, Moto put the glass of water down on the bedside table.
Taking the feather, he lightly tickled his sister's muzzle with it and watched as she opened her eyes. He made sure the water was not too hot before she sneezed, and when she did he poured the water up her nose. His sister jolted up and ran around the room, shaking her head to get the water out of her nose. Screaming at the same time, while Moto laughed his head off. Their mother came into the room to see the chaos, and she told them to be quiet.
Moto soon explained what happened to his sister out of guilt, and he got kind of kicked out of the house for the night. Moto headed back to his home and looked around, he still thought that what he did was very funny. Then Moto walked over to the couch in his living room, lay down, and watched some TV. As he looked at the colorful screen, he began to doze off. Eventually Moto fell asleep and dreamed of medieval times, and pulling pranks on people too . . .