[MegaCherrio]

GRAMMAR
PERSONALITY
AUNT & UNCLE
MY PLANS FOR HER FUTURE ADULT SELF

Hi, I'm MegaCherrio. I am an artist, baker and crochet-er who's deeply in love with every character I own. I develop them to the fullest and try to make all my characters different and unique. I am not an avid member of the Jellybean Dragon community, to be honest, simply because I don't own a bean and often feel excluded or disinterested without one. However, I love roleplaying, shipping, drawing and loving all my characters, as well as being part of a community so this girl will defiantly be loved. I'm hoping to show you the character I have created for Kodak in the way of words today, so thank you for reading and giving me a chance to show my love for this little vanilla bean. I'd appreciate if the first time you read my form you go through everything in order because I set it all up in a way that gives the best effect.
Without further ado, meet Kodak.

" you can't draw with a white crayon "

There is always that girl at the park.
No matter where you live, no matter where you go. There is that one, sun-kissed, bright-eyed girl who runs around chasing the squirrels and playing in the sandbox. She's the one who feeds the seagulls at the beach. Runs up to pet the pigeons underneath the train tracks. The one who climbs up on top of the highest tree in sight and every time you see her, you feel the need to go up to her and tell her something -- "You can't pick flowers, honey, this is someone's garden," or maybe, "It's best you leave that man's puppy alone."
And every time she sees you walking over, she'll right herself up on that tall tree branch and look down at you with her emerald eyes and say, "Good morning, Ms. Martina," in the most polite way possible. And then you would scold her for whatever she was doing that she certainly was not supposed to do and she'd smile and say, "Yes, Ms. Martina." It was almost like she was shaking her head at you, thinking oh, that silly lady... always bothering me but you could never quite get her to confess. All you could do was watch her for a couple seconds more, scrutinizing her milky white fur as if she'd tell you her real intentions if you just. stared. hard. enough. ---
and when you turned around to leave, she'd wait one-two-three- four- five seconds before going back to whatever she was doing, the serene smile still glowing on her face

Name; Kodak Serendipity Poodle
Nickname; Koda (by most)
Gender; Female
Age; Seven years
Physical; Kodak has a strong build and has always been taller than other beans her own age, especially her twin who looks almost like a younger sister compared to Koda. Her voice is often much TOO LOUD for any proper situation, and she can get excited and noisy frequently. Her gait is fairly quick & confident in her strides, and she does everything in a fast manner-- more like "determined". As Koda gets older, she begins to resent her larger size because she finds being short and small cuter and more delicate, however it won't become a large problem in her life because she doesn't care much for her image and no one has brought her size up. She happens to be a bit clumsy because of her fast nature, but she isn't spontaneous at all -- rather the opposite, being quite indecisive and hating spontaneity. She can often be quite slow to come to conclusions.
Personality; Koda is so much of a rule-followe that she can end up ruining the fun of everyone else-- however only when she's with others. It's like she never gets to worry about breaking rules when shes on her own because she's so sure of herself and never has to bring the question out into the open. This can cause her to wander off doing who-knows-what and climbing trees. She is very independent on her own and can come back from her advnetures, responsibly, right before supper time.
Koda is also very loud. Being a twin and "white furred", Kodak has always wanted to stick out, and one way she can do this is by talking loud and being dramatic. Koda loves acting and being in the spotlight for this very reason. She would also be considered the bossier of the two sisters because she is such a stickler for the rules. Kodak is often very worried -- worried about what she should be doing and where she should go (of corse, this always happens after she wanders off) and how people feel. She is very empathetic and would easily cry if her sister was when she was two and three. She is quite confident and doesn't worry about what people think of her, per say, but just how they are, which fits in with her sympathetic nature. Kodaks is gullible. She will believe anything you say, and it's absolutely hilarious to her sister and friends to get her to believe all sorts of weird stuff. Koda, of course, doesn't like being made fun of. She'd still fall for another prank the next day, though. Her idea of humor is horrible puns, which she can't get enough of. She, herself is "funny" but not on purpose.
Quirks & facts; • Koda loves wooden items and bowls and prefers to eat out of them in general - she finds the idea they were once real, alive trees fascinating
• Koda loves wild animals, especially birds. As a child, she had a strange obsession and knew almost any fact about any bird and could recite random facts on queue.
• Koda does not wear anything white because she thinks she's too plain and is afraid of being forgotten or dismissed, only wears bright, clashing colors. This is one of her greatest fears - being forgotten.
• She desperately wants to be good at something-- she wants to have a niche people can always remember her for - like "oh, she's a good drawer" or "she's smart". It's kind of like a safety measure so that she won't be overlooked, tying in with the point above. Koda experiments with a lot of things, never being quite patient enough to be dedicated to being really good at any one thing, which doesn't help her with her goal much.
• Kodak loves drama & acting - being on the center of the stage is a way to have the focus on her and what she's saying.
• Kodak plays the flute quite well and loves being in the school's band.
• She loves eating pretzel sticks - only the sticks (sometimes with peanut butter)
• Koda braids her long tail fluff when she is nervous or bored.
• She's quite a grammar freak, just hooking on with her need for "rules" and she points it out in conversations to the annoyance of others.
Favorite song;Fireworks by Katy Perry. She loves this song because she can understand the words and sing along (even when she isn't a good singer). She and her sister happen to prefer music that have a story they can understand. Of course, it's super cute to watch a three year old belting out "fireworks" out of tune with her sister.

Her mothers;
Kodak and Soda Pop look up to their mothers like they are the greatest people on Earth. Ask them to draw super heros and they'd probably draw their mothers. And in Kindergarten, everything they drew at the "Rainbow Table" with all the colored paper and markers were gifts for their mothers. They are absolutely fascinated with them like any other mother-child bond.

Doodle: The funny, bright, creative one that Kodak would probably tell first if she lost her book bag (again. or again. honestly, it's probably the fifth time she's lost it) and she takes some characteristics from Doodle - being pretty lighthearted and funny rather than shy like Pine. However, she is absolutely not creative and though she is kind of boastful, her so-called "artistic skills" are painfully lacking. Kodak defiantly has a strong sentiment with colors which her mother helps her explore (Doodles ate plenty of Crayons when she was little!) and Koda wears lots of bright colors to stand out.

Pine: Pine is shy, sweet silly & somewhat like a flower, metaphorically, you could say. Koda loves Pine just as much simply because Pine says little but means a lot and reminds her of a giant teddy bear. Even though Koda is not quiet, but quite the opposite (and Pine has to remind her to use her "indoor voice" too many times in one evening) she is very much like Pine - the more time she spends with people, the more she starts to subconsciously adapt their quirks or interests despite it not being genuine. For example, she tried to help Pine with a floral necklace she was making for Doodles.
Let's just say, don't let Koda help you with making floral necklaces. It's a bad idea.
Leave it at that.
And she also tried to knit, and after getting frustrated after the first limb she decided it would be a one-armed sweater. And she gave it to her sister.
It's now at the bottom of one of her worm jars as a sponge to keep them moist.

a couple life moments;
1.It's funny how Kodak is a rule-follower when she likes to run things her own way. It'd seem that she'd be messy, disorganized and letting all hell break loose when she wanted to "cook dinner all by myself today!"
"Just no stoves or fire, remember?"
"Of course, Mami. But we can still have pasta."
Doodles and Pine exchange frightened looks.
It goes without saying that their night's dinner was... .
crunchy.
However, while she likes to mess around and go on adventures, she also like to stick very much to the rules. Only if her mothers let her. Of course, since Kodak andand Soda Pop are Doodle & Pine's first children, they watch the two very carefully and Kodak has grown used to the support of all the rules they put to keep Kodak from going out of control.
(and Soda Pop from bringing jars of dirt inside and then releasing ladybugs in their house. There happened to be an infestation of their walls the next spring.)
Her sister, however, isn't much like that.
Which would describe the... infestation.
"There were a lot of ladybugs." Kodak said in awe.

"You can't put the books away there, Soda Pop. You have to go put them in the closet!"
"I can't reach the closet! It doesn't matter, Koda..."

"Come on, Koda! Let's go make waffles for Mother's Day before Mami and Momma wake up." Soda Pop shouted, running down the hallway to where Kodak was spread out on the floor grooming her stuffed dog.
"Are you sure? Did you ask Momma first?" Kodak hesitated.
"But Koda! That's going to ruin the surprise."
"Fine. But no stoves or fire."
"You sound like Mami," Soda Pop rolled her eyes.
They didn't have a waffle maker.
It goes without saying that the waffles were very... .
soggy.
Pine and Doodles smiled sheepishly at each other, forcing the milky-egg mixture down.


2. "I love art. I love colors. There is nothing better than the wonderful feeling of sitting inside on a winter day with a pencil and drawing," Kodak sighed, flopping out over her bed and letting her arms reach the floor. "I love pencils and I love pens and crayons and markers." She shut her eyes, letting the mid-afternoon sunlight wash over her face.
Kodak was not an artist.

"A hundred pages for real!" Kodak screeched, her eyes lighting up as she spun the last drawing of their stuffed animals in the air. She looked down at Soda Pop. "Are you sure you put the right numbers on them?" Kodak asked, watching Soda Pop look up at her tiredly with the pen in her hand.
"I don't even want to write all the numbers! I don't even know what comes after twenty!" she sighed impatiently, flipping quickly through the pages that were numbered "twenty-nine, twenty. twenty-one, twenty-two ..." all over again until a hundred. "Can't I draw a picture too?" Soda Pop asked in annoyance, reaching for the page in Kodak's hands in order to write another "twenty" on it in blocky kindergarten-handwriting.
"I'm the artist, Soda Pop!" she exclaimed, shaking her head playfully. Kodak looked down at her empty paws. "And no, give that back! You write the numbers too big, and that's not even what one hundred looks like!"
Kodak was not an artist.

Everyone always says that "oh, anyone can be an artist as long as you love what you're doing."

"The thing is, Mami is such a great artist and she makes so many beautiful things. Like even one time when I was a newborn-"
"You don't even remember when you were a newborn!" Soda Pop growled.
"How do you know? You're not in my head!"
"You can't remember that, it was six years ago!"
"Seven!" Kodak snapped.
"Six!" It was common for the two to fight.
"You can't even write past a hundred and you're seven!"
"Six!"
"No, you're the same age as me!" Kodak plopped herself on the other side of the bed.
"So. When I was a newborn-" she paused, eyeing Soda Pop suspiciously, waiting for her to interrupt.
"We were coloring in our coloring book... and my and Soda Pop's picture was just scribbles but Mami's coloring was beautiful." Kodak signed, sitting up in her bed and watching the floor sadly. "I don't even like coloring, but I don't have any special talents and I need to be good at something." The string of words didn't seem to tire out the seven-year-old at all. If you let her, she'd probably tell you the life story of every one of her stuffed animals. And Kodak had a lot of stuffed animals.
Soda Pop watched her with gentle eyes.
"Like, Soda Pop is good at bugs and I tried to love bugs once -"
"How can I be good at bugs, that's not even a thing!"
"It is too!"
"And you are a copycat. You're the one who brought the fireflies in and then they all died!"
"That's a delicate subject." Kodak sniffled.
You'd see why she was such a good actor.

3. Kodak and Soda Pop.
The reason they clash so much is because they are so alike. Kodak and Soda Pop - the duo. The two little girls you'd always think of as a unit -- but not in the bad way, where you can't tell them apart. They were just best friends.

The good memories outweigh the fights.
Soda Pop loved bugs, and Kodak loved animals. They loved nature simultaneously, and with a vivid, burning passion. They wanted nothing more than to go outside and build a snow tunnel on the coldest day of the year, or go plant popcorn seeds they would pop for Friday Movie Night on a spring day to see if it would grow.

"Fireflies!" Kodak sighed in awe, pressing her snout up against the dining room window. The light-bugs flickered lazily in the summer darkness, like little stars that tumbled from the sky onto the dew-tipped grass blades.
"Eat your supper really fast so it won't get too dark to go outside, okay Koda?" Soda Pop squeaked, her eyes glowing with excitement while she joined her sister at the windowsill.

It's funny how the simplest pleasures still give Kodak and Soda Pop joy. Video games, internet and television have taken over the world and lots of bean's childhoods. Koda has never been interested in television. It's like they were born in the past, taken right out of a black and white photograph and placed in this time but-- they were happy.

The two shoveled their food down and leaped up from the table in sync, running out to the back door. Doodles and Pine exchanged a look. A there-they-go-again look.

"You can get the mud for their house," Kodak decided, handing Soda Pop the jar she grabbed off the counter. She stopped for a second at the bottom of the stairs, smiled, and there her bead back to soak up the beautiful moonlight on her face before following after her sister in the hunt for fallen stars.

4. "I'm going to be a doctor when I grow up," Koda said, sighing happily as she threw herself down into the wild grass. Pine was sitting next to her on a towel -- excuse me, their picnic blanket while Soda Pop ran off to make more mud pies for lunch. They had been trying to make flower crowns together out of the last round of blossoming dandelions, and Koda had given up within a second. "Are you now?" Pine asked, her gentle aloe-colored eyes watching her exuberant daughter with a gentle fondness.
Soda Pop came sauntering back, her paws and face covered in mud. She served them a sticky brown mixture (which was probably not mud, don't tell her) and she burst out laughing. "You -- a doctor? You killed like a thousand birds and caused world destruction!" Soda Pop shouted.
"What? I did NOT!" Koda growled, sitting up.
"Yes, yes .. you have to be NICE to be a doctor!" Soda Pop stuck out her tongue.
"Girls!" Pine called out desperately, "No fighting please!"
Koda picked up her mud pie and threw it at Soda Pop's face.
She stood there for a long second, blinking as the mud rolled off her face and onto the ground.
"Koda!" Pine scolded.
Soda Pop snapped, leaping onto Kodak and wrestling her to the ground, getting both their fur covered in mud.
"Girls!" Pine tried again, "you better stop this right now!" She got up and grabbed Soda Pop by the scruff, pulling her away from her sister. Her paws were still thrashing in the air.
"She threw mud at my face!" Soda Pop screeched. Kodak stuck out her tongue.
Pine looked helpless.
"We don't throw mud ..." she tried, blinking. "Let's get you washed up."

Kodak stood by the mud stained towel for a long time. "No!" she shouted.
Pine turned back, placed Soda Pop on the ground and the girl ran off towards the house.. "Where is Doodles?" Pine whimpered to herself.

5.
Eikel came up to Kodak at school while she was practicing for a puppet show. "Hi Kodak!" he said, cheekily smiling at her. She continued to play with her puppets for a moment, before looking up.
"Uh, hi Eikel," she said slowly, quite confused honestly why he would be talking to her. She left the puppets with her friends and got up.
"You're pretty," he told her, smiling sweetly. Kodak furrowed her brow, looking confused.
"I know," she said hesitantly. She blinked a couple times, then turned her head to search for Soda Pop because she must have set this up or something.
He laughed awkwardly, then smiled at her again. Kodak forced a smile, still trying to locate Soda Pop in the room.
"Will you go see a movie with me tomorrow after school?" he asked.
"I don't really like movies," Kodak replied.
"Uhm, ok," Eikel tried to come up quickly with a better idea. "How about the park?"
Kodak smiled. "I like the park," she said, "I'll go."
Eiksel beamed back at her. "See you after school then."
"Hopefully I'll see you in school tomorrow." He laughed.
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"Mami!" Kodak screeched, flying into the house and half-breaking-down the door. "Guess what just happened? Eikel is taking me to the park after school tomorrow. And he said I was pretty."
Soda Pop followed after her, giggling as she balanced a mud jar on her snout. "Yeah, he said she was pretty." she giggled. "And Koda was so smooth. He asked to go to the movies and she was like, 'I don't even like movies'!"
"Was not!" Koda shouted.
"Yes! I heard it!"
"Girls!"

6.
"Guess what I heard, Koda?" Soda Pop said late at night when they were supposed to be asleep, but at the same time knew neither one of them was.
"What did you hear?" Kodak squeaked excitedly, peeking her snout out from under her covers to meet Soda Pop's emerald eyes.
"I heard Mami talking about a new addition to the family," she giggled.
"Yes! We're getting a dog!" she shouted, and Soda Pop immediately shushed her. A few seconds passed by in the dark. No footsteps were heard. They continued.
"Not a dog, idiot!" Soda Pop said, shaking her head. Koda was ready to retaliate with another insult, but the smile on Soda Pop's face made her interested and she wasn't going to sacrifice their late-night conversation. "An addition."
"We're leaning math?" Koda blinked.
"An egg..." Soda Pop tried.
"A chicken!"
"An EGG..." she tried again..
"A dinosaur?"
"ANOTHER SISTER OR BROTHER!" Soda Pop shouted.
"Be quiet!" Kodak whispered, and they both dove under their covers and shut their eyes for one. two . three seconds -- no one there, four. five, all clear.
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The next morning they dropped subtle clues all day.
"Can I have some EGGS for breakfast?" Soda Pop asked.
"Yeah, I want some EGGS!" Kodak giggled.
"EGGS!" they said in unison.
Pine gave them a blank look, and made eggs.
"I don't like eggs," Kodak sighed, tossing the yellowish mush around her plate.

"Mami, the baby - I mean gravy is really egg--excellent today." Kodak said at dinner time. She and her sister exchanged glances as they tried to contain their laughter.
"What gravy?" Doodles asked, turning to Pine with a confused expression.

short story.

Lastly, I'd like for you to read the short story from Kodak's point of view I have written that involves her views on life and really just a bunch of sappy metaphors, but I was super inspired. Thanks again for reading through all this, and I hope you've fallen in love with Kodak just as much as I have.

Hi, Mega again. :) I'm just going to finish off by saying thank you for the opportunity you gave me to fall in love with this bean. I had so much fun working on my form and creating a strong personality and character that I am proud of. I came to adore Doodles & Pine and their relationship. I read through all the competitor forms and everyone has an amazing and unique twist on her character and I know anyone you chose will love her very much, and I will be happy for them. Everything happens for a reason - that's how the world works. It rotates on a cause-effect-reward system, and the same goes for Kodak and her life. I am looking forwards to develop her and helping her find a sense of who she is, despite her "not knowing what she is good at" :)
Thank you so much for this opportunity, again.

[cakepopcat]

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Hello! My form is linked here, good luck to all the contestants, this girl is miraculous!

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[allynabean]

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Name: Kismet
Meaning: Destiny, Fate
Nick Name: Kismy
Gender: Female

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About the User:
Hello! I'm Allyna, currently a non owner. I have tried for many beans before,
and would be very honored to call her my first. I am an unprofessional artist
and also enjoy writing and reading. Some of my favorite fandoms include
Warrior Cats, Doctor Who, MLP, and FNAF. I do have a skype, and a fanclub
account. Thank you for reading through my form and giving me this amazing
opportunity!

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When you first meet Kismet, you'll be attracted to and made comfortable by her apparent confidence and charisma. She seems fun loving, like the life of the party, often joking and having a good time. She appears very comfortable when meeting new people and always knows the right thing to say to get a conversation going... BUT this is all just a front, the mask Kismet wears to hide her true self. She's a "closet introvert". She hides this by being overly extroverted. This "act" hides and protects her inner most self. Behind the mask Kismet is just as sweet but way more timid, a little insecure, surprisingly quiet, and very shy.

The insecurity comes from her perfectionism. She holds herself to an impossible standard that leads to her feeling like others are judging her too. she's scared take risks and make mistakes. She's especially scared to let others in and be herself. She prefers nature, quiet outdoor time gardening and intimate moments with her family and closest friends. This is the only time she can let her guard down. She prefers nature and solitude to social interaction, apart from with her family.

Kismet often feels as if she's not good enough. In her mind, she is being held to a very high expectation, like people expect her to be a princess or something. She believes that by acting extroverted, people will see past her imperfections. Being an extrovert is something that is socially important, and by herself Kismet couldn't reach that. She acts extroverted to feel accepted, even if nobody knows the real her.

Her former life comes into play with her personality because Andromeda was a perfectionist, too. She always had to get things right, making sure she didn't s lip up. As a princess, this quality was quite helpful for her and the royal family's legacy. Some aspects of her personality have changed, such as Andromeda was an extrovert by nature, while Kismet is not. Although, they share many little quirks and such.

Kismet also has a bad case of vertigo, and hates being anywhere up off the ground. The prospect of falling just terrifies her. She's not sure why, but it does. She never looks over the edge if things, and if she feels like she is going to fall she'll panic.

Quirks and Habits
Loves bubble baths
Keeps a diary with her dreams and thoughts
Bites lip when nervous
Doesn't mind getting dirty, but always has to get clean soon after
Wears a flower crown Pine made her everywhere
loves rabbits and small rodents
Bugs don't freak her out, except for roaches and spiders
loves to braid Doodle and Soda's hair
Favorite food is chocolate
Hates sweet potatoes and spicy things
Loves to watch the sun rise and set
Taps when she's nervous or bored
Likes to stay up late and sleep in
Smart for her age
Scared of heights/falling

Doodle
Kismet loves both her mothers, but sometimes her Mom Doodle is just hard to connect to. Kismet isn't the most artistic, silly, or outgoing around her family, but Kismet looks up to Doodle for that. Don't get me wrong, they love each other and Kismy couldn't ask for a better Mom. She thinks Doodle is hilarious and when she's sad she often goes to her for cheering up. Doodle is usually the go-to Mom for emotional and personal matters.






Soda
Soda and Kismet are the best of friends. They constantly tease each other and be silly. She is the only one Kismet feels like she can truly open up to, her sister knowing all her secrets. Although Soda doesn't always understand Kismet's shyness, they get along great. Sometimes they have conversations without actually saying anything, a series of small head movements or facial expressions used to know what the other is thinking.






Pine
Kismet and Pine are more friends than family. They understand each other well have a lot of the same interests. Kismet absolutely loves to help her Momma make flower crowns, even if hers don't turn out great. Emotional matters are usually saved for Doodle, but Pine and Kismy have a great relationship. They tease each other and play around, but when its needed Kismet has the perfect amount of respect for her Momma.

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The thing that makes Kismet especially special is her past. Or past life, to be exact. She used to be called Andromeda. Andromeda was the princess of a small Kingdom of a country that you've probably never heard of. She and her twin brother, Alexander, lived in the Royal Castle with their parents, the King and Queen. In Andromeda's culture, the first born child, son or daughter, would always be the heir to the throne. And since Andromeda was born before Alex, she was deemed the heir. They grew up together, the best of friends. They never fought for real, only little silly sibling fights. They always agreed on everything. They had, literally, everything they ever wanted. But at fourteen, Alex and Andromeda started drifting apart. He was distant and started to avoid her. Andromeda has suspected for a while that Alex was jealous that she was the heir to the throne. And although she was loving and caring in nature, it wasn't in her power to change that. He had never voiced his thoughts aloud, but she knew it anyways. That was just another perk of being twins.
Alexander and Andromeda often watched the sun set on the palace rooftop, and they were doing so again. Andromeda had walked over to the edge to peer over at the Palace Garden below, the sky reflected in the water of a reflecting pond far below. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Alex walk up behind her. She sat down on the edge, and smiled at him. He did not return the smile. Instead, with a look of pain and determination, he whispered into her ear, "I'm Sorry, Andromeda. I love you." And, blinded by jealousy and ambition, he pushed her. Her scream of fear and betrayal rang out through the night, before being cut off as her lifeless body hit the ground.
Nobody ever knew that Prince Alexander had killed his sister. He claimed that she had fallen off the roof, and it all happened to fast for him to do anything. He was eventually made King, but everyday he regrets his choice.

Princess Andromeda was reborn many centuries later as Kismet. Why was her soul chosen to get a second chance? Because Andromeda died young. She was murdered, and lost the opportunity to learn as she got older. Young Kismy doesn't remember anything about her life as a princess, except for the recent dreams she's been having. Eventually I plan for her to find out, but probably around the age when she died, fourteen. For now she just has memories of places she's never been and people she's never met. She hasn't told Soda yet, mostly because she's convinced herself that the dreams are just figures of her imagination and that they don't mean anything. Although, She has written each weird dream or memory down in as much detail as she could in her personal diary. She feels it may be important one day.

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What is your biggest fear?
"Well, I don't honestly know. Not many things
scare me, except for spiders. I don't like spiders."
Messing up. Not being good enough.
Have you ever had a nickname?What is it?
"My family calls me Kismy!"
Please don't call me that, though.
It sounds silly. I should've just said no...
now everyone will call me Kismy.
Great, Kismy, way to go.
Do you collect anything?
"Yes! I collect fortune cookie fortunes."
Only the ones with good messages,
though. They make me happy inside.
Who knows you the best?
"Probably my sister, Soda."
She and my mothers are actually
the only ones who know me at all.
Well, the real me.

If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
"Umm, something along the lines of 'Warning:
Awesomeness may be overwhelming!'"
No, not really. More like 'Warning:
Beware of socially awkward girl who
acts extroverted!' Ugh, I sounded so full of myself.
Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
"I consider myself pretty extroverted, most of the time."
What kind of a question is this... I don't even know how
to answer this...
List two pet peeves.
"Hmm... I can't stand the noise
Styrofoam makes when you rub it together. And
walking into spider webs. That's just nasty."
When people say "What's up?" instead of saying
"hi or hello". It annoys me. I don't know why. And
when people are constantly texting or listening to
music with earbuds in at social gatherings.

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A little first person story describing Kismet's dream of Andromeda being betrayed by Alexander.

There he was again. The boy. Always the same boy, about my age. I didn't recognize him, but I felt like I should. He should be familiar to me. But I just couldn't remember where I'd seen him before. He and a bean that looked like me were laying on a rooftop, looking at the stars. They both had small crowns atop their heads, and elegant jewelry adorned the girl. They made small talk, commenting on the stars and their day. The girl got up and carefully walked to the edge of the roof, peering over at the gardens below. "We're so high up!" She said. The boy came up behind her, and whispered something in her ear. "I'm Sorry." He said, then suddenly I was falling, the gardens getting closer and closer. A scream of fear and betrayal filled the air. Then, nothing.

I sat up, the scream dying before it even left my mouth. I looked around, and recognized the comforting shapes of my bedroom. It was just a dream.I thought, trembling. I looked at the sleeping form of my sister beside me, and snuggled close to her, my racing heart calming. “You okay Kismy?” She mumbled sleepily. I nodded and hugged her. “I’m fine, Soda.” I said, and closed my eyes again. Just a dream...

Credits:
Shy Smile by Alaskie
Coding by Elfie

[~Static~]

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At first, Xara's personality may seem
a bit unoriginal, but there are a few
differences- they're listed later in
this form.
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► Hello there! I see you've stumbled upon my form. I'm Icicle . Heart, but you can
call me Static, Ice, or whatever you feel like! I currently own 0 beans, but I am
trying for two others, NBs 586 & 595. I would really love to give this girl a home,
and a loving one, at that. <3
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This li'l diva's name is Xara (Zar - rah), which means "Shining" In ◄
Arabic. I thought this fit the personality I had for her because She
believes that she's the center of the universe, and loves attention.
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Xara is;;

● Rambunctious
● Outgoing
● Self-centered
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Xara identifies as a girl. She is homoflexible, meaning that she is ◄
primarily attracted to other females, but may rarely be attracted to
males.
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I believe in pink. I believe that laughing
is the best calorie burner. I believe in
kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being
strong when everything seems to be
going wrong. I believe that happy girls
are the prettiest girls. I believe that
tomorrow is another day and I believe
in miracles.

~Audrey Hepburn

Infuse your life with action.
Don't wait for it to happen. Make it
happen. Make your own future.
Make your own hope. Make your own
love. And whatever your beliefs,
honor your creator, not by passively
waiting for grace to come down
from upon high, but by doing what
you can to make grace happen...
yourself, right now, right down here
on Earth.

~Bradley Whitford

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If you do something to really upset Xara,
you can pretty much expect to live it
down in a month or so. She takes it to
extremes when it comes to holding
grudges, and the longest lasting grudge
she's ever had was for over three
months. On top of that, she's both easily
offended and easily won over, so after
you talk to her for the first time there's a
good chance you could be classified as a
friend or an enemy. Of course, though,
none of this applies to family members.
Xara values family over anything else.
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Although Xara might seem mean
and blunt on the surface, she's
just that way because she's
actually quite shy. While this
may seem to counter the fact
that she's outgoing, it does not.
She's trained herself to ignore
her shy tendencies and
basically has forcefully
removed herself from her
"shell". She always has to
concentrate on being friendly
and not shrinking away, so
it's harder for her to carry a
normal conversation at the
same time.
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Although Xara isn't very intentionally funny, she tends to be very clumsy and
therefore can sometimes end up in really awkward or silly positions. But she
can always just laugh it off! Xara tries to joke around with her Mom, Pine,
and attempts to teach her to have more of a sense of humor. Xara, like Pine,
can be very hard to read, but it's not on purpose- she just has a very neutral
default expression. Xara doesn't really have much of an interest in flowers,
but she treasures the flower crowns her Mom gives her, and loves to dress
up in them when no one's looking. When Xara really needs some encouraging
words, she always goes to Pine for comfort.

Xara isn't as creative as her Mama, but she admires Doodle even more for it.
Xara really wishes she could be an artist of some kind, but she can't really
grasp the concept that there are no rules to art. She has trouble because she
likes when there are specific instructions on how to do something. Xara isn't
very interested in colors either. She thinks that she'd be just fine if one
morning she woke up and the world was all black and white. Despite these
differences, she really loves Doodle's jokes, even bad ones! Xara has a natural
sense of humor. The one thing Xara always wants to do is braid or style Doodle's
long hair, or go shopping with her, even though she knows Doodle's sort of out
of style. Xara dislikes touchy-feely romance, but she puts up with her Mama's
love for it anyway for both of their sakes.

Xara stood in her room, in front of a mirror. A long, pink faux-feather scarf was draped around her neck and an over-sized hat was perched on her head. She walked past the mirror, then trned and walked past it again, posing. She giggled, before tripping over the feathery scarf and landing on her back, her feet tangled up in it. "Ack! Help!" She exclaimed, writhing on the floor. "I've been cocooned!" Doodle rushed in, but paused when she saw Xara. Xara, too, stopped writhing for a moment, and they both erupted into laughter. Doodle carefully untangled Xara, wrapping her scarf a couple more times so that it didn't drag on the floor. Xara gave her a goofy grin, and Doodle chuckled.

Q: how she would react to a boy or girl asking her out
(in a cute little kid way, nothing serious)?

Xara;; "Hehe... Oksurethatsoundsgreatthanksyeah!"
-blushing-

Q: how she would react if she got a new little brother
or sister next month OuO

Xara;; "What is this thing and how is it cuter than me"

● She can be very vain
● She is willing to sacrifice herself in order to save someone else

● She has a pessimistic outlook, and sees the glass as 3/5 empty

● She believes in not judging anyone by how they look or act until
you know them- her favorite quote is "You can't judge a man until
you've walked two moons in his moccasins".

● Xara defends her opinions very fiercely

Xara's favorite song is "Here Comes the Sun" By The Beatles. She enjoys optimistic music due to her pessimistic view, and sometimes wishes that it could change her attitude toward things.

[coffees]

finals came and ate up all my time im gonna have to drop out for this pretty little girl, good luck to the winner!

[opti-mism]

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Ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｕｓｅｒ;;
I'm .o p t i m i s m., but I commonly go by Opti. I've been a part of the JBD community for multiple years, and I have 4 beans, and 6 slots, as I won an extra slot in the raffle a few summers ago. I only like to try out for the beans I absolutely feel a connection to, which is why I've chosen to try for this little girl. I'm a regional art winner in the US for digital art, and I've taken 12-14 art classes at my school, and I'm an Advanced Placement art student. Though I may get busy at times, don't doubt that this little bean is being drawn everywhere, on my tests, homework, on any surface available. Though they might not make it online, just because I'm busy with college applications doesn't mean that I'm not absolutely head over heels for her. I've been accepted to a college in the field of Graphic Design, and after 2 years I'll be transferring into the college of my dreams. My beans are a big part of my life, and often reflect who I am in a way or portray a version of myself I wish existed. All in all, I'm highly committed to my beans, and you can often find me on the JBD chat on either of the sites {Cove or Hangout}, and I'm always open to talk if you have questions about me or if you just need to vent.

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Daphne Marie Poodle
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ;;
Daph, Daphie, Dove
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Female
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7 years youngxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Shorter than the average female JBD, due to her slightly shorter legs and bird-like features.
Ｂｏｄｙ Ｆｅａｔｕｒｅｓ;;
Slightly plump, with a fluffier ruff that accentuates her shape and curves, as well as her fluffy legs and long wispy tail. Her green eyes always reflect her mood, and hold true to the saying that "The eyes are the windows to the soul."

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Ｃｏｌｏｒ Ｃｏｄｅｓ;;
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Ｖｏｉｃｅ;;
Much like a dove, Daphne's voice compares to their soft coo, often lower in register and with a gentle undertone. When startled, however, it mimics their frightened squawk.
Ｆｕｒ Ｓｃｅｎｔ;;
Blackberries and Vanilla
Ｇａｉｔ;;
Humorously familiar to a bird, Daphne slightly bobs her head when she walks and keeps her head up. She takes slow, deciding steps and occasionally stumbles over something as simple as her own foot. Even so, her step is essentially silent like the descent of a bird onto a springy branch. She is often teased for her gait and struggles to hide it, though it naturally shows through.

Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ;;
Bisexual, though leans towards the guys
Ｆｌａｗｓ;;
-Daphne has very sensitive ears, which makes her quite skittish to loud noises, which requires her to be extremely vigilant in most situations. These also make her more situated to sensing keys and tones with music, leading to her successful music career.
-Daph was born with fragile bones, and is prone to hairline fractures in the bones of her lower legs, or breaking smaller bones. She's learned to live with it, though she must be relatively careful. Her toes are often bound together, as she breaks her toes quite often, whether it comes to accidentally squashing them with the pedal of the piano, or running them into a wall, they're practically numb now.
-Lactose Intolerant, and has always suffered with it. Ingesting too much milk {Or milk based products} without medication causes her to quickly wither and overall leads to a day in the bathroom, curled up in agony. This often makes ice cream offers a struggle, as she's often too polite to refuse. Substitutes all regular milk ingredients for soy milk.

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Ｉｎｔｅｌｌｉｇｅｎｃｅ;;
Daphne tends to be more book smart than 'street smart' in a sense. She can easily spit out facts about random subjects, such as art or fantasy movies. In wandering the busy city streets, she's innocent to the possible danger that could be lurking and simply bumbles about. Even with all the action movies she's seen, she knows more about the movies themselves than how to defend herself or how life goes in the real world, depending more on her school-learned knowledge of how things work.
Ｈａｂｉｔｓ;;
-Daphne has many bird-like habits, such as preening her longer fur {such as her tail, and leg fluff} and when she sleeps she nestles down much like a dove, settling on her feet and wiggling until she's all fluffed up
-When sleeping, positions herself very much like a bird, her body resting on her legs and her chest fluffed up, while her upper half simply sinks down towards the floor in a very comfortable and relaxed position. Her fur is often fluffed up around her for warmth, holding in the heat in the cold of night.
-Fluffs up her chest fur when nervous or scared, poofing herself out to make herself seem larger. Very much a defense technique.
Ａｔｔｉｔｕｄｅ;;
Daphne tends to have a positive attitude in which she believes there is good in everyone. She proves too innocent for this world, especially living in New York City. She can get quite pissy when she's aggravated though, so look out! A fuming Daphne is a terrifying {yet oddly hilarious} Daphne!

Ｈａｐｐｉｎｅｓｓ;;
Though quite the worrier, Daphne tends to be a happy person, always whistling a little classical tune as she strolls through Central Park, or visits the Met to see the newest display of artwork with her family. One surefire way to cheer her up when she's down is a simple salt-coated, freshly-made soft pretzel!
Ｑｕｉｒｋｓ;;
-With her unusual gait, Daphne tends to step with her toes hitting the ground first then rolling back to her heel, giving her the flowing, bobbing movement.
-Tilts her head from side to side when someone is speaking to her, registering what they are saying with her full sense of hearing.
-Taps music with her fingers, reaching for invisible notes. Often she doesn't realize it, and even when it's pointed out it's to the point of a habit that she's unable to stop.

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;;Ｌｉｋｅｄ ａｎｄ Ａｄｏｒｅｄ;;
Food;; Soft Pretzels
Drink;; Chai Tea
Smell;; Fresh Cinnamon
Color;; Pale Blue
Place;; Central Park
Music Genre;; Classical
TV Series;; Arrow
Movie Genre;; Action
Season;; Fall
Weather;; Sunny & windy

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;;Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｄ ａｎｄ Ｄｅｓｐｉｓｅｄ;;
Food;; Deviled Eggs
Drink;; Lemonade
Smell;; Burning Rubber
Color;; Neon Yellow
Place;; The Gym, ew
Music Genre;; Rap
TV Series;; Grey's Anatomy
Movie Genre;; Chick-Flicks
Season;; Winter
Weather;; Storms

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Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ;;

Ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ Ｐｏｓｅｓｓｉｏｎ;;
Out of everything she owns, or ever will own, her beautiful mahogany professional piano will always mean the most to her. It's her most cherished object, which she polishes day after day, shining the keys and taking careful care of. Without it, she would be nothing, as it's more than just a simple piano, it's a part of her very being. Every chord played seems to echo through her soul, thrumming deep within. Even as a tiny baby, she had a connection with it even if she didn't understand then.

Ｃｈｉｌｄｈｏｏｄ;;
Daphne had a rough childhood. Not because of the way she was raised, or her two mothers, or her sister, but because she was born quite sick. From the moment she had hatched Daphne was fragile. Daph spent the first 3 months of her life moving from doctor to doctor, her frail structure making each movement painful. She rarely slept, though she did calm at the soft, soothing tones of classical piano music. Pine and Doodle could often leave their sick child to sleep a few hours with a soft peal of Pachebel's Cannon in D playing over her crib.
Once she reached about 3 years old, Daphne suddenly started to get better. Though her bones were still fragile from her early years, she gained new energy, starting to play with Soda and bumbling around like any childish bean. This caused a deep sigh of relief to both Pine and Doodle, though they still fretted over her roughhousing when it came to the twins wrestling. Even though they slept in seperate cribs for multiple years, the sisters were inseperable, bonded over something as simple and pure as her tight-knit family.

Ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ;;
-Pianist; At age 7, Daphne finally had long enough legs to reach the pedals on the piano. It was then that her lifelong obsession with playing the piano began, the classical tunes becoming ingrained into her mind and soul.
-Gardening; Daphne, feeling the need for something green even if she wasn't at Central Park, constructed an abstract garden on the roof of her apartment building {After persuading the building super, of course}. It takes up half the roof, curls and winds, and is tended to by none other than herself. It gives her something to do on days she's sore and needs some sunshine. She'll often sit and write music in the serenity of the garden, seated on a porch swing in the center.
-Rollerskating; There's nothing better to her than taking a spin around the park on her advanced-grade roller-blades, with her thin creme scarf tied loosely around her neck and rippling behind her in the wind. It's a great thing that helps her relax, though she always tries to convince her twin to join in with her! {Yes, she has broken more than a few bones this way, often it's her toes again, though Doodle and Pine have to wonder... How did she break a toe with such thick, unbending boots?}

-Movies; Being the fragile, peaceful, gentle bean she is, few would suspect that she is a huge fan of action movies. The more explosions, the better! No sappy chick-flicks for this girl, if there's not a physical fight it's not allowed on movie night! Disney movies are okay, but from the moment Pine accidentally put in a supposed-Disney movie from the library -only to discover when she walked back into the girls' bedroom near the end of the movie that it had been taped over with a violent action movie- and walked in on a thrilled Daphne pretending to launch stuffed animal bombs across the room at her twin, there was no going back.
Ｂｅｌｉｅｆｓ;;
No particular beliefs religiously, though she does hope there's life after death. She does what she thinks is morally right for not only herself but those around her, and believes that it will come back around in due time.
Ｌｉｆｅｓｔｙｌｅ;;
Daphne tends to live a modest life as she grows older, only buying what she needs when she needs it, reuses things she can, and donates anything with good quality that comes out of her apartment with seasonal cleaning. She tends to encourage those around her to do the same, always with a smile and perhaps a friendly nudge to the shoulder.
Ｆｕｔｕｒｅ Ｐｒｏｆｅｓｓｉｏｎ;;
Professional Pianist- Daphne is a concert pianist. Her swift fingers and gentle disposition make her an ideal classical piano player, and she often spends most of her time allowing the tinkling notes to spring forth from the large instrument. Daph is passionate about he piano for many reasons. Be it the fact that the skill seems effortless beneath her fingers, or that the piano has such a deep meaning to her, Daphne made the decision from age 10 that it was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;;

Ｏｕｔｓｐｏｋｅｎ;;
Daphne has a very strong opinion of everything around her, and isn't afraid to speak it. However, when she does so, she always chooses her words very carefully, considering the other bean's feelings and emotions as she speaks her mind.
Ｇｅｎｔｌｅ;;
With gentle paws, Daphne can plink away an arpeggio moving through the keys, pick up a younger sibling with a cuddle, or carefullly select the most delicate of flowers for Pine's flower crowns. Her gentle disposition gives her an air of serenity, which ebbs off her in waves.
Ｆｉｅｒｃｅ Ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｏｒ;;
Whether it pretains to her mahogany piano, her twin sister, or any future siblings to come, Daphne has always been one to defend those things important to her with her life. She's gone as far as to take a swing at someone picking on Soda, her fur fluffing up to nearly 3 times it's usual size, much like a bird does in a defensive situation. Needless to say,
Ｓｔｒｏｎｇ;;
Daphne was born with a unique ability, a gift of making people feel safe. For a gift so small and simple, it stands out and is one of the things that makes Daph who she is inside. With this skill, Daphne always seems to make people feel at ease with the music she can play on the piano, the gentle runs of swift and twinkling notes. Though she may be structurally weak, she has a true inner strength flowing through her.

Ｄｅｄｉｃａｔｅｄ;;
From the time she was a young bean, Daphne has always been driven, thriving under pressure. No matter what the situation, she stays dedicated to activities that she enjoys, her family, and the true relationships she has with her friends.
Ｃａｌｍ;;
No matter how frantic the situation can become, Daphne is always the calm in the storm. No matter how close her audition is, you can find her coping with it by simply drinking caffinated tea, or talking to her uncle Noodle about the most concerning things. Like a rock in a stream, Daphne is unmoving when it comes to holding her ground and staying collected.
Ｅｌｅｇａｎｔ;;
Especially being fragile, Daphne has always had to be careful. From this caution that was always put on her, Daph was quite decisive, delicate, and flowing in everything she did. This gave her an air of elegance, transpired simply by the way she moved, spoke, or performed.

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Ｗａｎｔｓ;;
-To go back to school to get a minor in
Music Theory {future}
-Play piano in a professional concert hall
-To surprise her parents one day in the far future
with a piece of music dedicated to them.
Ｄｒｅａｍｓ;;
-Meet someone as perfect to her as
Pine and Doodle are to each other
-To see the midnight-premiere of an
action movie on her own
-Go into music as a profession at Juliard
Ｈｏｐｅｓ;;
-To become a highly-recognized pianist and to
perform in a highly-revered concert hall on her own
-Maybe meet someone?
-No longer be fragile-boned

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Ｆｅａｒｓ;;
-Enclosed spaces
-Dark
-Rejection
-Losing control
Ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ;;
-Will she get into Juliard? {top notch art school}
-Worries that she won't be good enough for her family.
-Concerned about her future health,
especially her fragile bones.

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Ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ Ｓｏｎｇ;;
You Can Close Your Eyes by James Taylor
Daphne has always just adored this song, because the gentle sweeping melody of his voice contrasts perfectly with the low, throbbing notes of the guitar. Whenever she's having a rough day, this song always makes her feel at ease with herself and everything around her. This song was also one of the first pieces she learned on piano with a grand staf {using both the base clef and the treble clef, aka both hands playing different parts}, and the beautiful song just always is a way to relax, whether she's playing it on the piano or listening to it in the dark of her room as she's drifting off to sleep.

Ｃｏｎｎｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ ｔｏ ｔｈｏｓｅ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｈｅｒ;;

Ｄｏｏｄｌｅ;;
Daphne often refers to Doodle as Mom. Daph always enjoys painting with Doodle, even though it may not be her strong point. She'll often copy Mom and use her twirling, trailing tail to splash colors on the canvas, always giggling with joy. With Doodle's instruction, she'll often paint the few things that mean the most to her; Family, music, or soft pretzels. When they're painting, Daphne often will discuss the hardships she's going through in her life and will use it as a time to vent and bond with her mom.
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Daphne often refers to Pine as Mother. When it comes to Pine, Daphne has always been enthralled with her mother's swift and graceful fingers, whether it came to her knitting abilities or the beautiful flower crowns she wove on a daily basis. It is thought throughout their family that Daphne inherited her graceful fingers from Pine, especially when it comes to the quick weaving 16th notes in an arpeggio, dancing along the keys nearly identical to the way that Pine weaves her flowers.
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Once they get a little older, Daphne and Soda will often accompany each other to the mall, causing havoc and devouring soft pretzels. Daphne loves to play for her sister, as her sister is the best critic for her. Whenever they're together, Daphne can't help but smile and have fun. Though Daphne is very focused on her studies, she can always find time to go to lunch or spend time with her sister to clear her head and talk for inspiration!

Ｕｎｃｌｅ Ｎｏｏｄｌｅ;;
Just because her mom isn't a fashionista, Noodle lucked out. Daphne is all over being dressed up and cute, and often sports a pink silk scarf given to her by her favorite uncle. Some of her favorite memories include him helping her dress up for her piano recitals, donning her black lace skirt and accessories that framed her face, not distracted from it. Whenever she can't talk to her moms or Soda about something, Daphne will run to Noodle for advice, and perhaps a makeover.
Ａｕｎｔ Ｇｅｎｅｓｉｓ;;

Living her own careful life, Daphne is always enthralled to listen to her Aunt Genesis' tales of adventure. Whenever her aunt is in town, she'll spend time with her, listening in awe to her seemingly-unreal stories, how she travels the world. Even living as she does, Daphne can imagine herself in the situations her aunt is, even though she'd probably be too fragile to do any of the overly-daring stuff Aunt Gen does without injuring herself. Daphne likes to surprise her aunt with the dramatic piano pieces she wrote, based on the sounds her aunt would hear on her journeys, always taking a surprising turn with sounds and key changes.

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＂Ａｌｍｏｓｔ， ｂｕｔ ｎｏｔ Ｑｕｉｔｅ．．．＂
The dark wood towered above
Ivory keys reflecting light.
The baby bean bumbled beneath
Almost, but not quite.

The childish bean leaped for the edge
Springing with all her might.
Still unable to reach the seat
Almost, but not quite.

Sitting upon the wooden stool
Her goal within her sight.
Remained too small to reach the keys
Almost, but not quite.

Hand placed fretfully
Face that a look of fright.
What if a mistake were made?
Almost, but not quite.

Fingers dancing skillfullly
Smile flashing in delight.
Peals of Mozart fill the air
This time felt just right.

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Ｈｏｗ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｓｈｅ ｒｅａｃｔ， ｂｙ ｃｈａｎｃｅ？;;

Ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｓｉｂｌｉｎｇ？;;
"Daphne, how would you feel if you had a little brother or sister in a few months?" Doodle asked the little dove softly, ruffling her lighter-colored daughter's fluffy ears. The little bean looked up, her brow furrowed. "As long as they don't touch my piano." she grumbled, crossing her arms. "But... does that mean that Soda and I have to get jobs? Do we have to get our own house?! I DON'T WANT TO SELL MY PIANO!" she panicked, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she didn't understand. Taking a shuddering breath, she huddled up to both Pine and Doodle. "Mom.. Mother... does that mean that we won't be the babies anymore?" She whispered, tapping Pachebels Cannon on her arm. In response, the two mothers exchanged a simple glance, and gathered Daphne up between them, synonymously kissing her on the head. "You'll always be our baby..." Doodle murmured. "Our little dove..." Pine smiled.

Ａ ｄａｔｅ？;;
The pale blue bean twiddled his fingers, looking from his hands up to Daphne with his large violet eyes. "So?" he asked, waiting for a response. Daphne swiveled her ear, glancing up from writing the scores of music. Soda sat beside her, twiddling with her caterpillar, giggling to herself while Daphne simply worked on her music. "A date?" Daph responded back, meeting his eyes for a moment. Soda nudged Daph, nodding happily. With that, Daphne smiled, and turned to face the bean. "Alright, where will you meet us?" She asked, tilting her head. The little boy stammered, "U-Us?" he gulped. "Of course us! You're talking to both of us, aren't you?" The bean, unable to answer, blushed madly and fled the scene, while the creme bean turned to her sister. "Huh, I wonder why he left?" she quipped, before shrugging. "Oh well. That means I can work more on 'The Dance of the Ladybugs!'" she giggled, jotting down a few more notes before going back and erasing them. Now wasn't the time to focus on boys anyways, she was with her sister.

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Ａ ｓｈｏｒｔ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｈｅａｄｃａｎｎｏｎ;;
I came up with this while sitting in class today, though you guys might appreciate it!
Daphne sat at her piano, polishing the last of the wood where her music rested with a pale blue cloth, humming a little tune to herself. Soda stood on the other side of her piano, using it as a stand to observe her jar of ladybugs from ALL angles, seemingly circling it as she pondered. Suddenly, the jar teetered, Daphne reaching out as if she could stop it. But to no avail, the jar crashed, the lid popping off and nearly one hundred ladybugs scattering across her piano, flying and landing across it. Daphne groaned, her brow furrowed in frustration as she lightlight waved her paws in a fleetingly helpless motion. "Shoo? Heel? Uh, ladybugs, return?" she deadpanned as her twin waved her arms, attempting to scatter them back into the jar. "Please! Come back! Don't squish them Daph! Don't get near them! No! No!" she shrieked, flailing about, trying to collect them one by one. Daphne retreated, sulking. "Gonna leave little tiny footprints all over my freshly-polished piano." she grumbled. "Couldn't have just put them on the table."

[E_Cat]

Goodness, these girls are so beautiful!

Marking for now, may try out if I can pull some things together nun

[Lierre]

oh gosh she's precious. possible reserve~