A warm feeling began emanating from Imogen’s chest. It was a pleasant, soft feeling that ebbed and flowed from her center. If she didn’t know the meaning, she’d welcome it. It’s not that she feared commitment. She just found the system to be…odd and somehow intrusive.
"Is it really that time, already?" she asked herself in her head. "Guess so. Time to bite the bullet, I guess."
Turning around, she braced herself to meet her soul mate.
((MAN WHY IS EVERYONE SO TALLLLLLLLL))
(If the others were tall, then) This guy was a fucking giant to Imogen. "Oh. Oh my GOD." She could only stare upwards with her mouth agape.
-“DUDE.”-
-“YOU’RE HUGE.”-
-“I’M ESSENTIALLY YOUR GIRLFRIEND NOW.”-
-“CARRY ME PLEASE?”-
Once atop his shoulders, Imogen had a clear look of satisfaction. She would have giggled if she could. Maybe this system wasn’t so bad after all.
A warm feeling began emanating from Imogen’s chest. It was a pleasant, soft feeling that ebbed and flowed from her center. If she didn’t know the meaning, she’d welcome it. It’s not that she feared commitment. She just found the system to be…odd and somehow intrusive.
"Is it really that time, already?" she asked herself in her head. "Guess so. Time to bite the bullet, I guess."
Turning around, she braced herself to meet her soul mate.
"Hoo boy!" Imogen stared up at the girl who (also) towered over her.
-“Wow you’re kinda tall! And cute!”- she held up the notebook for a moment before going to look her up and down. -“Though maybe you want some warmer clothes? It’s going to get awfully cold, you know! Here!”-
The girl went out to hug the other one, making sure to wrap her arms around Maddison’s midriff. "There! All better. Don't worry! All part of the soul mate thing!"
A warm feeling began emanating from Imogen’s chest. It was a pleasant, soft feeling that ebbed and flowed from her center. If she didn’t know the meaning, she’d welcome it. It’s not that she feared commitment. She just found the system to be…odd and somehow intrusive.
"Is it really that time, already?" she asked herself in her head. "Guess so. Time to bite the bullet, I guess."
Turning around, she braced herself to meet her soul mate.
Imogen would have whistled if she could."DAMN, SHE’S TALL! HOLY *SHIT*!" After a moment of rethinking things, she added "AND REALLY CUTE! She’s really REALLY cute! And my soul mate! Huh. Lucky me?"
Turning away again, she flushed a bit, brushed her skirts clean of any dust and coughed, despite having no voice to clear.
-“Hi, I’m Imogen and it seems we’re soul mates! Nice to meet you!”-
((3SEXY NOT FOR YOUR PURE PURE EYES. CONSIDERING ON TAGGING IT AS NSFW BECAUSE IT’S SOOOO SEXY AND NOT MEANT FOR THIS REALM!))
-“I think I am!~”-
-“I like to think I’m quite cute and alluring my own way, you know? ;3c”-
((HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLIE! I KNOW THIS IS A WEIRD PLACE TO PUT THIS, BUT I LOVE YOU LOTS AND I WISH YOU MANY MORE BIRTHDAYS WITH MANY MORE WEIRD-ASS DRAWINGS FROM ME! I SHOULD PROBABLY SCAN THIS BUT IT’S 12 AM AND I DON’T WANNA PISS OFF MY MOM!))
Sleeping Beauty, The Frog Prince, Pinocchio, GODFATHER DEATH because Kyra is parent of the year/forever
*Sleepy Beauty: How many hours do you sleep each night?
-“I like to get as much sleep as I can! Of course the 8 hour ideal is nice, but sometimes I just have to get moving, you know? Around 6-8 is usual ~u~”-
*The Frog Prince: What do you find disgusting?
-“Pus. Pus is just gross. It’s gross and slimy and oozy and comes out and…ew. At least grimers and muks have personality ;A;”
*Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish?
-“Mm, I don’t know really. I’ve never really had a clear wish in life. I might find it later, but who knows?”-
-“Maybe a good place to start is with my curiosity. I want to know things that I don’t know just because there’s a big, open world in front of me.”-
-“So maybe one wish of mine at least is to maybe meet my dad and get to know him. I’ve never met him, after all.”-
-“The other more material wish is to get more pokemon for my team! *U* I want more cuties, like that feraligatr! A gyarydos or a tyranitar both sound good, to be honest…oh and…!”-
((The list goes on. Let’s move on!))
*Godfather Death: What qualities do you think make a good parent?
((Cut because picture heavy))
-“Oh, many factors are important! For example, always being there for your child…”-
-“As well as being wise for your child and giving them sage advice…”-
-“Oh, and of course standing up for your child during tense times!”
-“But really ultimately, it boils down to doing your best for your child and loving them the best you can.”
Snow White: Do you consider yourself pretty? "Well, I’m not like a lot of them girls you see on TV or in magazines, but I think I look pretty good." Dani takes a moment to inspect her hands and the small scratches on them. "I don’t look like much when I’m in the field, but when I get real dressed up for something formal, I clean up pretty well. I mean, before Mort gives me kisses, anyway."
Cinderella: Do you have a curfew? "Actually, no. Back home, a lot of people were surprised by that, but I think Mama and Papa Nido figured I didn’t have a social life or much reason to be out, so I never really needed one."((In other words, Dani had few friends.))
Godfather Death: What qualities do you think make a good parent? "Good parents defend their kid’s actions when they think they’re in the right. Back when I was in elementary school, there was a kid named Bobby-Joe that used to give me all sorts of trouble. Papa Nido always gave me some good advice for how to deal with him—mostly it involved slipping nido-poop into his backpack—but one time, I caught Bobby-Joe trying to copy off my answers on a quiz. So I started to write some of the things I heard my Papa and Mama Nido talking about that morning, and he copied me. I thought it was pretty funny, but my teacher didn’t.
"She called my Papa in for a conference and started to scold me. I guess some of the things I heard my Mama and Papa talk about weren’t exactly appropriate for children. Well, Papa Nido wasn’t having any of her unfriendliness and he told her the things I wrote were things he gave me permission to say. She went off about how children shouldn’t be hearing ‘bout ‘You know that one face you make right before I’m gonna do somethin’ real sexy? You’re makin’ that right now an’ it’s turnin’ me on' and 'I’m sick of these fuckin’ politicians screwin’ me over with their bullshit taxes. If I wanted to waste money, I’d start a college fund for the girls’. In my defense, I didn’t know what I was writing. I’d heard Papa Nido rant about it before a couple of times. But at least he had my back.
"He went off about how she should be amazed at my listening skills. When she tried to argue with him, he pushed her notes off her desk and we left to go get ice cream. Mama Nido wasn’t too happy when we got the note from the principal a few days later, but she got over it when Papa told her what I wrote. She gave me some more ideas for things to write down in case Bobby-Joe tried to copy my answers again."