Here's one for the boys! And the vast majority of my female audience. A wee bit late to posting this, but the Spice Girls reminded me that I'm taking it too easy and need to give. So here's Girldakot- I mean Boo.



What's your name? Boo

What are ya? I'mma spunky young rabbit

Emovere? What kind? Emovere Anima. I'm the part of Dakota's mind that relates to the ladyfolk. I'm his feminine side~

Are you a boy or a girl? I'm a little flat, but I'm very much a girl, thank ya!

What's your favorite color? I like a light, milky pink. Stereotypical, I know, but it was also Dakota's fave for years before green.

What's your favorite instrument? Didgeridoos. They make my ears tingle.

How about your favorite food? Hmmmmm, I tend to find myself most happy after something healthy that tastes unhealthy. A big ol' plate of savory sauteed veggies, spiced into another dimension. On top of a steak.

Gotta favorite type of flavor? Savory, but I got a sweet tooth. Two big ones up front in fact.

How do people describe you? Tomboyish.

Who do you sound like? Imagine a mix between Applejack and Applebloom. Higher than Jack, lower than Bloom.

What kinda hobbies do ya have? I like cooking and caretaking for those close to me in life. I like being a big sister to those around me... And maybe occasional goofy-time with adventurous folk~

Any special powers or abilities to share? Honestly, for an Emovere, I don't really have any real abilities that I know of. Not like my other brothers at least. But I make up for it by having the most complete mentality of us. I don't lack any emotional range like the other Emovere do.

How are ya in a fight? Aw yeah, I know how to handle myself. It hasn't been my first rodeo for a looong time. I'm fast and light on my feet, and kick like a train. I can even take my biggest bro in a fight if he's not too angry~ But, ya gotta really make me mad to get a foot to the teeth. Unless that's yer thing, ya know.

So you're an Emovere, what's your Hypervescence? Like I said a bit ago, I don't really have any Emovere powers. I don't think, at least. So I've never seen my own Hyper-V if I even have one.

Tell us a grand ol' story about you. Well, I was formed deep in the recesses of Dakota's very being when he was going through some identity issues as a late-teen. There was a period where he was upset over being a boy. Tore him up real good. Even his studies on social norms suggested he was more like a girl than a boy. To this day he still wears girls pants. Nothin' wrong with that, lady-pants are pretty sweet, shows off the form real good. But I was formed during that time when he began to envision himself in a female form, what he would be like if he grew up all the same but minus the short 'n dangly. And pow, there I was next time he divided. But I was insecure and unstable, I cried a lot and didn't really have a grip on life. It wasn't until he came to terms with himself that I did as well. When he understood he was more than just a gender, I bloomed like a sunflower. When his mind opened to what was within rather than out, so did my emotional range. Now I may act kinda tomboyish, cuz I am one, but I have my girly moments. I still get all choked up easily in movies, I respond very giddily to compliments, and I get very maternal when people I watch over need any sorta care. That being said, if ya make fun of my big feet, you'll be spending some time kissing them as apology. Fully joined with the others as Dakota, I'm strong and independent as any competent woman. On my own as Boo, I'm twice the man as most gents I know. Funny how that works.

Is it over? Greeeeat story! Now, how about some more juicy tidbits, hm?

What's your favorite genre? I love comedy, but I got a soft spot for any movie that can make me cry.

What is your greatest strength? My compassion for those around me, and my independence overall.

How about your greatest weakness? Despite independence, I do get lonely very easily, and sometimes am a bit crippled by it. And I'm not always as self-secure as I look, I worry about my body a lot and make some stupid nutrition choices from it. Self-acceptance is a lifelong war. And a war is a long series of battles. I win some, and I lose some. And that's okay. The key is to keep on punchin' until the big bully in life finally hits the dirt for good.

Where are you ticklish at? Hehehee! Gahhh, that question makes me tingle. It's hard not to find a spot on me that will make me squeal like a trapped pig. But most places I can take just fine, I'm tougher than I look. But if you get anywhere on my feet, then I'll really freak out. My pits are really tender too. And there's this spot on my legs, right in those crevices where the inner thighs meets the pelvis that almost makes me cry. And don't bother trying to whisper a secret to me, I won't be able to hold still then either. I'm a ticklish mess, I know.

What are some of your favorite things? I enjoy cooking as my art form of choice, and I'm pretty good at it if I say so myself. I like to try and make super healthy things that taste really unhealthy. Gets the kids I babysit to eat their veggies, too. But when it comes to downtime, I like playing the occasional game, watching fun cartoons with my brothers and clients, and just trying to make sure everyone feels loved... And that I feel loved too.

What do you live for? That's a hard question kinda. I like adventure, sure, but I tend to favor stability. I guess nurturing a nest for those who need a place to crash is my big thing. I'm pretty content as long as I know someone is sleeping better at night because of something I did.

What do you hate the most? I hate bullies, I really do. People who try to make everyone else smaller instead of making themselves bigger really disgust me. Not just real-life bullies, but bullies inside. I've been there and done that dance, and it sucks. Sweetie, ya gotta realize that you're more than just a simple label. No one feature about yourself is worth tearing yourself apart over. It hurts and is a worthless song 'n dance to bend to the fickle whims of an inner-bully. Ya keep fighting to please a demon that will never stop demanding. And maybe it's because I won that fight that I hate when people agonize over their labels. It all seems so distant now, now that I realize the bully was just a fun-sized midget behind a magnifying glass. Yeah, it's a lifelong war, that's true, but now I'm in the uphill, kickin' the midget back down when he comes chargin'. And now I'm stronger than ever. That's why it really grinds my grain to see people still getting beat down. And maybe why I have such a soft spot for those that are hurting like I was.

Have any phobias? Spiders, bees, any bugs that bite or freak me riiiight out. And sometimes, I am crippled by a fear of failure that I wind up making some uninspiring decisions. And I often have nightmares about those I love getting hurt. I'd face any buzzing swarm to keep my bros safe.

What's your dream job? I honestly dunno, I'm quite content being a babysitter. I mean,I'm an Emovere, I don't really stick around in the world too long at a time before reforming the lil' big guy, so I'm more than happy sticking to what I know and love.

Favorite cheese! Ooh, gimme some fontina or mozzarella, that melts sooooo good over steak 'n chops!

Boxers or briefs? Panties, of course~

C'mon, you know your people. Tell us what gets ya going~ Ahhhhhh, youuuu... Look, I can't deny I secretly love some nice hard ticklin' even though I shriek like a banshee sometimes. Heck, my favorite part is when I really can't take it any more, then it becomes an extended roller coaster. It may suck during, but the memory alone makes me all slippery. Needless to say, that's gunna need some good strong rope. C'mon, don't treat me like I'm made of glass cuz I'mma girl, I can suck it up and catch better than plenty of boys. I loooove that panic, honestly. Breathplay does all the same to me, as does a lotta intense things. But when it comes to tickling, with my masochistic side comes a real sadistic streak. I looooove tying boys up and tickling them til they sound like chicks themselves. And believe me, I'm not new to this. My looks have drawn in a lotta boys who never saw it coming, and they buck a lot harder than most tickle-lovers. Girls have thin, nimble fingers, and I know how to use mine alright~ And while we're on the naughty topic, I'm a pretty rare example of a largely straight girl with a foot fetish. But you'd be surprised how many boys are squeamish about a girl playing with their toes. And even the boys who are groovy with it never seem to wanna cook for me. C'mon, really, I need the smells man. Imagine walking into a pizza shop and smelling... Well, nothing. What a bummer, it's just not the full experience for me when a man doesn't smell like a man.
My love life is... Ya know, why don't we save my romantic life for another episode? Cuz boy, is it complicated. Boys are tricky critters to connect with, and girls around where I live are kinda preppy and annoying. Ah well, nothing wrong with having some beneficial friends.