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| Artist | Berkshire [gallery] |
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| Drawing sessions | 3 |
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What is a Jellybean Dragon?
A Jellybean Dragon is a fluffy, friendly dragon that hatches from a jellybean-like egg. Their diet consists of fruits and insects, but they also love sweets and desserts. Their fur is soft and long, usually brightly colored, neat, and shiny. Jellybean Dragons are mostly gentle and happy, and love attention. Most are Great Dane-sized when they are fully grown, but some of them can grow as big as a cow. All Jellybean Dragons have pouches on their bellies, which they use to carry around food or younger JBDs.
omg so I finally chose the winner.
Agh that took...
forever!
Congratulations Ditzy Derp, with Pestilence!
-wild cheering-
And then, after that form, three battled with me for a runner up, but eventually, only one could get it, as I did not want to do multiple RUs for this particular bean.
So, without further ado, The Jinxed Fox will be getting a bean as well (if they want it)
Honorable mentions for Kankri's DJ and then evergreen. close behind
Ok, this contest is going to be an impress me contest.Well undead would be kind of a magic element, so we'll say he just looks that way, maybe he has a disease or something (eyes, emaciation, etc) . Up to you guys ^^
His markings are not actual bones, etc, they are markings.











My Box wrote:Hai! I'm .Sweet-Paradise. I'm moving into an account with my twin sister! As of now if you have anything to speak to me about, chat me up there.



Fears;
✗ Being forgotten
✗ Being Alone
✗ Damp
✗ The dark
✗ Being hatedDisorders/ Diseases;
✗ Blind
✗ He suffers from depression
✗ Appears Anorexic but isn't
✗ Mange
Uh, hi. I'm Grose Skellington, but my friends call me Rose, and the Bullies call me Rose from the dead. I am a 15 year old YFS A Jellybean Dragon and am currently suffering from mange, which, uh, seems to be causing alot of distress. It also causes some bullying, which has brought me down so much that my Doctor has, um, diagnosed me with Depression. The mange has caused alot of fur to fall out of the back of my neck, this has caused the bullying - everyone thinks I look like a, um, Zombie. They think that I am dead. I feel as though everyone is prejudice towards me and judge me for being me, I can't change the fact that I am ill and am constantly on medication.
Personality wise? I am the life of the party. I love bounding around and having fun, I guess you could call me hyperactive. I have always been a rambunctious boy and seem to be quite assertive until you stick a bully infront of me, that is when I, uh, literally try to hide. I become the shyest bean in existance when it happens. Otherwise I am very independant, I don't get on well in teams, simply because I become dependant on others. I, uh, love making friends, but I don't seem to make many anymore. I love the friends that I do have, Joby is my best friend, she doesn't judge me like alot of people do, she gets on with it and makes me feel better after a day of bullying. When I have a depressed turn, I always pick myself back up, occassionally with the help of Joby.
Hrm, I have quite a few quirks. Such as how I say, Uh or Hrm alot and groan when asked to do things, which only seems to add to the image of a zombie. Uh... I also am blind, I have no pupil, so I have no actual means of sight. I tend to drag one of my feet when I walk, mostly because I get bad pins and needles in that foot.
No, no, not the depression. I've come to see you about how distressed I have been recently. Yes, I understand that the, uh, mange may be causing some of it, but to be honest I think it's something else. I think it's my fears. I'm scared of, um, blood and gore, ironic huh? With everyone saying that I look dead. Everyone thinks its funny, but not me. Even Joby finds it odd. I honestly don't feel affected by my markings, if anything they're insignificant, it just so happens that I resemble the living dead when I, uh, hate that sort of thing. I know I'm a boy and generally should be interested in it, but no that's a stereotype and that prejudice. So, uh, the pictures people leave on my Locker may be bothering me...
Another reason might be my, uh, irrational fear of my past. I don't understand why I am so afraid of what has happened, but am not afraid of what my future will hold. I, uh, may be a misunderstood bean but I understand the world, I know that it's never fair, I know not everyone will like me, I learnt that at a young when my family left. I'm just scared of how my family treated me. Sure I wasn't by myself, I had a rat for company most nights, I think it's a good thing I like Rodents. I wasn't, uh, scared of the rats, I was scared of being alone, that's what's stressed me out - I hate being locked in cars, I hate being left by myself, could that explain it?
Yes, sure. I had a big family. I lived with my parents, uncle, 5 brothers[2 twins and my twin] and 3 sisters[ twins and a single]. We lived in a rather secluded part if town, no one really wanted to live there due to all the stray animals. My siblings never wanted to play with me, I was an outcast. My family had pretty normal markings, nothing like mine. I often ignored my parents warning of Do NOT play with the strays, that was how I got my mange. At first it was just an itchy ear, but it got worse and worse.
By the time my fur fell out my family had basically disowned me. I lived in a cold, damp room, but I was never hurt, I was left to be. I never liked silence. I didn't like the emptyness. Or the loneliness of it. I spent the majority of my time writing and drawing, usually drawings of myself, before and after the mange. I loved reading, especially the books, Rats and World War z. At other times I would train the rats, or atleast try, they were my only company. I didn't get educated appropriately and learnt from my books.
I want to grow up. I want a new home. A home where I won't feel like an outcast. Well, I have been welcomed into Joby's family, kind of. I'm not sure how her mother and brother feel yet, but hopefully they'll come round. I'm going to have a family. I'm going to write stories. I'm going to make art. I'm going to develop and become a confident bean who doesn't have to fear the bullies anymore. I'll be loved.
I'm going to have a place in someone's heart. And have a home.
Not at all.
Memories- By Myself
Sketch - By Myself
Pixels - By Myself
Doodle during Tutor - By Myself
Doodle during German - By Myself
The Forest Girl - By Myself
I only remember one of my poems.
Drip,
Drip, Drip,
The night is cold,
The floorboards creak,
And the rats, they squeak,
The wind begins to sing,
The darkness caves in,
Drip. Drip. Drip.
My home,
My only home,
Cold and Damp,
But it's still home,
The only real place
That I really know.
As you can tell, I was never very good.
juliet
mood ;; content
doing ;; playing with the pups
relationship ;; single and ready to mingle [ bi sexual ]
with ;; myself
thinking about ;; they're growing up fast!
rp status ;; open to rps, romantic or friendly

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