#Stay Sharp 🇺🇸

[justbeingnamaste]

....Here’s what Logan had to say about the cargo ship’s “accident” with the Francis Scott Key bridge in Baltimore:

Multiple intel sources: The Baltimore bridge collapse was an “absolutely brilliant strategic attack” on US critical infrastructure – most likely cyber – & our intel agencies know it. In information warfare terms, they just divided the US along the Mason-Dixon line, exactly like the Civil War. The second busiest strategic roadway in the nation for hazardous material is now down for 4-5 years – which is how long they say it will take to recover. Bridge was built specifically to move hazardous material – fuel, diesel, propane gas, nitrogen, highly flammable materials, chemicals, and oversized cargo that cannot fit in the tunnels – that supply chain now crippled.

...

“They have figured out how to bring us down. As long as you stay away from the teeth of the US military, you can pick the US apart. We are arrogant and ignorant – lethal combination. Obama said they would fundamentally change America and they did. We are in a free-fall ride on a roller coaster right now – no brakes – just picking up speed.”

The footage shows the cargo ship never got in the approach lane in the channel. You have to be in the channel before you get into that turn. Location was precise/deliberate: chose a bend in the river where you have to slow down and commit yourself – once you are committed in that area there is not enough room to maneuver.

Should have had a harbor pilot to pilot the boat. You are not supposed to traverse any obstacles without the harbor pilot...

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hetalia Mating Season AU: 🇺🇸 Demon America🇺🇸

Alright so the last chapter I’m doing for this year and will resume next February starting with Russia so stay tuned for that.

Anyways enjoy and view digression is advised.

His sweaty thighs held you against the wall and kept you in place. Sweat rolled down your face and the majority of your body. It was difficult to keep calm and collected when you were still terrified out of your mind. His thrusting had slowed down some so he could give you a slight break from his assault on your body. His throbbing cock had been pounding away at you for the past hour. The panting and the occasional ‘I love you.’ filled the air that otherwise would only be thick with lust, passion, need, and cries for help. Alfred’s lips found their way to your neck and he left a few sloppy kisses there.

“Y/N….” he calls out softly in the musky air. His eyes roam your neck, which had a few hickeys and scratches he’d left on you earlier. A few moments pass, and whimpers leave you as you continue to take Alfred within your welcoming walls. He bites your collarbone in response to your lack of acknowledgment of him.

A loud squeak bounces off your vocal cords. Your head slammed back into the wall and your legs wrapped around his sinewy waist, causing his dick to be able to penetrate you deeper. A loud, husky moan spills from Alfred’s mouth. He was drowning in the feeling of ecstasy. It was a relief to finally be fucking your brain out. His grip on your hips tightened and his nails began to leave long tracks drawing traces of blood.

Your background against the wall while your pussy overflowed with his seed. A few tears escaped your eyelids; they hadn’t been dry for a while.

Alfred, out of his initial lust-filled haze, finally considered you. He gently began to kiss away your tears that slipped, thrilling for him that you were unable to do anything about your inhibited state. You were 100% under his control, and there wasn’t a thing you could do to change that. Your tears were a sweet, intoxicating hydration that could fuel him for the rest of the night.

You began to go back to blubbering as forcefully as you did when you were first captured. You hated this nightmare. As the tears continued to be lapped up by the aggressive demon, you decided that you’d had enough. You’d managed to summon the minuscule amount of strength you had within your entire being to shove him. It may as well have been a light tap; however, the malice behind the action was not lost on Alfred. He loosed his grip, letting you almost plummet to the ground. You let out a sharp cry of shock. That felt like a sudden rush of cocaine to his ears. His strong, slender tail had ceased your fall to the floor. You get a glimpse of his amused ruby eyes. He then slamps you to the bed as if you were some sort of ragdoll.

He summoned a bottle of wine that he spiked with an aphrodisiac. You weren’t going to be leaving the bed for the next couple of days. Nothing but his name would be spilling from your mouth. Only begs and pleads for him to stop when he commands you to do so. He will hold your thick thighs steady as he holds you in position. He waves away the fantasy that dances in his head he has the real thing in front of him. Right here and now. His tail tightly coiled around your sweaty thigh which rilled up more blood to pool into his cock. He was getting a little lightheaded from all the excitement. He sees that your quivering were flowing down your face like a rushing river fresh from an early spring rain. As they slid down your heated skin, some of the water evaporated and transformed into steam. You were powerless in this situation. He popped open the wine with the slide of his hand and poured some into his mouth. He grabbed your chin, and he forced you to look into his hungry red eyes. What you saw told you of your sealed fate that you, to some degree, still wanted to deny, now that the rough introductory part where you had to satiate his heat and expand with life with his aires. He leans down closer to you and gently rests you on the floor as he tosses your legs over his shoulders.

His icy blues glossed over your glorious naked form, glistening in a golden sheen under the scarlet moonlight. It made him want you more. His eyes had to momentarily flutter in delight that he lost himself in the clouds again. His cock was springing up and down in ecstasy, urging him to get on with it. He leans down closer to your lips so that he can go in for the kill. He connects his lips to yours. The “La-Milliere” wine was his poison of choice so that he could savor the moment. He wanted to make you scream until the midnight sun. The boldness of the ripe summer raspberries and the passion that filled the air energized him and intoxicated you as the liquid slid down your throat and began to take you over. You felt his dick rub against you impatiently against your thigh. You became more aware that your body was sweating profusely and you were begging to crave him to be deep within your wet walls. You let out a pained moan that conveyed to him your budding need.

“Awe it looks like you don’t hate me so much after all Y/N~” He teased.

He drags your leg wider out with his tail and steps that leg down with a clasp that he installed into the floor. As the wine infiltrated your system, you began to feel light as a feather. You were going to be more pliable to his fantasy so that everything could be perfect. He leans down close to your ear and huskily commands:

“Get ready to scream my name, dollface~”

You swallowed thickly as you felt him prod against your sex again. You squirm between the cold metal band and Alfred’s large, heated hand that feels like magma has tiger claws. You sucked in some air through your teeth in pleasure and pain. The shock of having ice and fire take over your skin was overwhelming. Alfred lifted your right leg, allowing him to begin his dissent into you a much more thorough experience. He entangled his free hand in the center of your messy hair. The frost that formed within the center of his red eyes, mixed in with the desire that was coursing through your veins, sent a lightning bolt of anxiety through your stomach.

“What’s my name dollface?” He barks at you sharply.

Your eardrum quivered with fright. It took seconds for your terrified mind to respond to his command. You finally let out a tiny squeak of

“AL..fred…” A sudden jolt of his cock driving into you like a rabid jackhammer made you gasp for air and yelp simultaneously.

“Louder Y/N, that was pretty pathetic~” His nails scratch your scalp as he intertwines his digits extensively in your distressed (hair color) locks. The grip made you wince in pain. You cleared your throat to prepare your vocal cords to appease your sadistic lover.

“Alfred…” you say somewhat more confidently and with more vigor behind your voice. His thrusts beginning to feel far more intense. A white film spreads over your eyes as heat. ignited from your core that was being barraged by your demonic beast making rough love to you. You tried to utter his name once more to ensure you appeased him. You were far too frightened to want to know what his “punishments” would be.

Alfred was enjoying the unconcentrated look of ecstasy and fear mixing on your features.

Your hands gripped the carpet to steady yourself as your body was forced to accommodate bouncing up and down on his member. He was following a fast rhythm that mimicked “Slow it Down” by Charlie Puth. Your mind had been so consumed with Alfred’s cock filling you that your brain hadn’t registered the music playing in the background. Something else inside of you was beginning to reach the edge. You threw your head back at the building, pleasure taking over your entire being. Your arms clung to his being tighter to brace yourself.

“Ohhhhh, someone’s getting close~” His nose presses against your collarbone. His shark-like teeth graze at your moist skin like fresh cake. You involuntarily shivered. It took him a few more minutes to reach his breaking point. Seconds away from his relief, he bit down on your collarbone harshly. This was another bite to add to your growing collection of love bites, hickeys, and scratches. The entire underworld would know just who you belong to. He shouted your name so loudly that I’m sure even those in heaven could hear his cries of pleasure. Your body for a few moments, felt as though it had been tossed directly at the sun. All of your senses had been flooded by clouds, making you question if you could die twice. His seed had spilled out onto the carpet along with your juices. It took Alfred a few more minutes to ride out his orgasm. He began to sprinkle your bite wound and breasts with gentle kisses.

His shift into being tender was a welcome shift to your bruised skin and pelvis radiating with pain and heat. Your body was taking in his genes so that a family tree could begin to sprout. He finally pulled out, and you couldn’t help but feel empty without his cock filling you. He unstrapped your left leg from its restraint and scooped you up into his arms. Moving some of the matted hair from your clammy face, he takes a few moments to drink you in and take in your features. He loved being able to admire you.

Bright blush pink was dusted across your face. You weren’t sure of what you would make of the sweeter tone shift, from a demon who simply snuck into your bed and tore off all your clothes into shreds to have impromptu, impassioned sex.

Surprisingly, you reached your hand up to touch his pale face. You wanted to make sure that he was more than some yearning illusion. When your hand collided with an actual being, that not only was real but kissed the palm of your hand. A wave of butterflies washed over you in that instant.

“Heh. You’re cute Y/N.” He kisses your hand once more before he moved to your forehead.

“I’ll explain everything while we have a little shower sex. That should help make things a little more clear.”

You gripped onto his boulder-like shoulders as his leather wings glided through the air towards his onyx marble and gold-trimmed bathroom. He allowed you to stand on your own in the lion-pawed tub. Standing for you was difficult, and you struggled because it felt like your pelvis had been split in two. Alfred held you steady by the waist to steady you while you continued to cling to his shoulders. His tail turned on the shower head, and you were on cloud nine as the warm water washed over your sullied skin. It stung a little in places where Alfred’s managed to draw blood. He buried his nose in your hair and inhaled deeply. It felt good not to be alone.

“Y/N?” He questioned.

“Yes?” You open your eyes only to be greeted by his toned torso embracing you.

“Are you ready to be the new Queen of Solar Dead?”

Your eyebrow furrowed in confusion. A few moments pass before you finally manage to ask:

“What?”

“Your new job will always be to keep my bed warm and bear my airs.”

The information to you still sounds like you are having some fearsome fever dream where blind passion was the only thing your mind could comprehend. Soft notes of rose petals reached your nostrils and put you at ease. The aphrodisiac was still active in your bloodstream. You still craved him. As if he could read your mind, his tail coiled around your leg and began to prod at your sweet spot that you still hadn’t fully recovered from earlier but desired more. A moan of pleasure escaped your lips. When the sound reached his pointed ears, he bit down on his lip to contain himself. He didn’t want to pounce on you and possibly break his tub. His tail dragged you down into the rising rose bubble bath.

The stroking from his tail became much more intense.

“OH AFLFRED!” You shout. Perhaps being dominated by him wasn’t such a bad thing after all. His hands savagely grab your thighs and spread them wide. He places them on either side of the tub. Your hands move to his back so you won’t sink below the tides as he plows you. Just as he placed his cock at your entrance again. The heat of the sun was rubbing your folds underneath the water. He caresses your face and plants a few kisses on your cheeks before moving to claim your lips.

“I love you.” He whispers lightly before he enters into you once more, slowly this time. His girth stretches you out, and you whimper his name as you struggle to keep consciousness. He started slowly at first. The water in the tub began to turn into small waves splashing about against the tub walls. Alfred was singing your praises for being able to take him so well. He alternated between doing this and giving showering you with kisses. With his firm grip on your waist, he found a steady rhythm to enter and exit you while the smooth jazz filled your ears like cotton balls.

The two of you were enamored with one another, lost amidst the rose-scented lust.

[smileyallthetime77]

Yandere!Damian Wayne x Reader Pt.12

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Cursing, Argument, Sexual Harassment,

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 1,641

👾Characters👾: 9,206

“I’ll go get us some food, you stay right here”, he said before walking out of the dorm. You felt bad, but you needed to figure out if Barbara was really at this school a year ago. So you made your way down the halls and onto the third floor. As you enters the room, opened Mr.Wilson’s laptop, and typed “Barbara Gordon” into the machine. It began to load. 1-5-10-15-20-25-30-35-40-45-50-55-60-65-70-75-80-85-90-95-100%! Loading….. ………………………………………………………………………. NO FILES FOUND ON “GORDON, BARBARA

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No files found? This-this wasn’t possible! Damian wouldn’t! Could he? Was Barbara Gordon really kidnapped! Why would Damian lie about something like that? The betrayal seemed to grow inside of you. It filled you with rage and the feeling of being stupidly naive. You believed him after everything he did to you. Damian was going onto your list next. But what you didn’t expect next was the loud “boom” of the office doors to open! There, they stood. Damian, Mr.Wilson, Cory, and Mr.William’s.

“Y/n”! Damian roared like a lion. “What are you doing in here?! I told you to stay put”! He said before walking quickly over to you and going to grasp your left arm.

“Y/n! What on earth are you doing in my office. You are not aloud in here”!, Mr.Wilson’s voice boomed out loud.

“You’re a liar! All of you! You-you manipulated me! You-you-you wanna kill me”! You screeched out loud!

“You’re right”, Damian said as he pulled a sharp blade out of his pocket. Professionally quick he lifted the blade up and over your head and then pushed it down and your blood wen-!

You gasped! A dream! It was all a dream. Well, not all of it. Barbara Gordon not being found was not a dream. But no one found out you had looked for her, expect for Cory you guessed. You hadn’t told anyone about it and instead went back to the dorm and fell asleep in Damian’s bed. You wanted to tell him, but how were you suppose to tell your kind of boyfriend that you didn’t listen to him and that you found out he lied?! So instead, you opted to keep your mouth close instead. At least until you were readier to find out the truth about Barbara Gordon. If she even was real. Though, last night, you still choose to but Cory’s name in your locker note. Hector, Josiah, or Damian? You were still partially deciding.

You were more leaning more towards Damian though. You knew he meant well or at least he thought so, but everything wasn’t adding up! It was confusing and quite frankly, unnecessary. You were just going to put Damian on the list tonight, and then tomorrow you were going to put Hector than Josiah. Easy peezy lemon squeezey.

As you walked down stairs and got some breakfast you went over to sit with Cory instead of with Damian, Steph, Jason, Cass, and Tim. You didn’t need them annoying you anymore than they already were. And beside, you found out you Cory had a lot more in common than you thought. For the rest of your stay here, you were going to sit with Cory and his friends during meal breaks!

Though, of course there were a few glares here and there. Especially because Cory was touching your thigh and was going to a little too high for comfort. His friends were also giving you googly eyes. The thing that really seemed to push Damian over the edge was when Cory bent over and tried to kiss you! He instantly stood up and marched over to you saying he needed you. You were thankful, but Cory seemed to be glaring in the back of your head.

“That was unnecessary”, Damian said sarcastically with a straight face.

“He was just being friendly, Damian. He’s actually really sweet if you get to know him”, you said with a small smile slowly creeping up your face.

Damian scoffed. “There’s nothing sweet about him! He’s an asshole who clearly has you fooled. You can’t trust anyone, Y/n. What would happen if Cory really does know who’s threatening you? It’s the perfect cover up for him,” Damian said with a serious tone.

“Damian…… did you lie about Barbara being real? Listen, I know! I know you told me not to worry about it, but I searched up her files! She’s-she’s not real! Is she, Damian”, you said with a hint of desperation in your voice.

“You disobeyed me. Y/n! I told you not worry about it! Barbara’s files were deleted after she went missing! That’s what happens! The police take it so they can investigate! Did you seriously think I would make something like that up”?

“But Cory said he knew everyone in the school! He-he said he didn’t know Barbara! So that’s why I checked. I had to make sure you weren’t my stalker”, you said hoping he wouldn’t be angrier than he already was at you.

“Why the hell would I be your stalker?! And the fact that you believed Cory over me, makes things ten times worse! I stayed with you through everything, Y/n”, he shouted drawing attention to the both of you.

“I know- I know. I’m sorry okay! It was a bad idea! Please Damian”, you said desperately reaching for his hand. You expected him to move away but instead, he let it rest next to his left side. He let the warmth of your hand sink itself into his ice cold hands.

“I’ll only forgive you because I owe it to you after going along with everyone thinking you were crazy. But you owe me. You have to sleep in my dorm for the rest of the week”, he said with sly grin plastered onto his face.

“Deal”, you sighed out and then hooking your pinky’s together.

“Why don’t we head over to L/c? I already finished our project, so we can have a relaxing period”, Damian said as he wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.

“Whatever makes you happy”, you said before resting your head on his shoulder.

As you both neared your L/c you saw a familiar shadow. Cory. You just prayed that when Damian saw him, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. You thanked whatever god was up there that Cory didn’t have that language class with you.

“Hey Y/n. Damian”, Cody said sourly. Though, he did stick his hand out for Damian to shake, which was pretty nice. But, Damian didn’t return the favor so he, instead, crossed his arms clearly refusing to shake Cory’s hand.

Don’t you have Geography, Cody”, Damian said sarcastically.

“It’s Cory. And a matter affect I do! I just thought I’d stop by and say “hey”, Cory said with a grin and crossing his arms. Almost like he was mocking Damian.

“We’ll you might want to get along to that”, Damian said rolling his eyes and gripping your arm, pulling you inside of the classroom.

“Damian, you didn’t have to do that”, you said as you took his hand and pulled him towards the front. Though, he directed you towards the back of the room and pulled you down so you sat directly next to him.

“Well, what can I say, I don’t like someone who currently has been suspended more than his record can hold, talking to you”, Damian said reaching down to hold your hand.

“Well I’ve got the whole class period, so what can I do to make it up to you”, you questioned him while you gently began to raise your hand higher to his upper arm.

“We could ditch and go make out in the bathroom”, he suggested

“Sure”, you said seducingly. As you made your way out of the classroom with Damian quickly following behind you, you both told the teacher you were heading to the nurse. Damian ‘insisted’ on coming with because your ‘severe headache’ could have you fainting any second. Since he was the top of all of his classes, the teachers would believe he knew about health more than they even would.

You both began to run down the hallway giggling like fools. You really couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. I mean sure, you had an ex-boyfriend and all, but he never made you feel like this. But then again, it wasn’t like you both faced life or death. Mason Gray was his name. You both loved each other very much, but when he moved away to be closer to Harvord, his dream school, you knew he would fall in love with someone else, so you decided to break up with him. You’d never heard if he really did find another girl. You just assumed. He was a hot 5’5, blond hair, blues eyes, and skinny but strong kid. He’d be what? 16, no 17! He’s turned 17 in May. You both met each other during your first day of middle school when he had a locker right next to yours. It was fate, at least for a while. But now you had Damian! You felt as though he was the only one you truly needed in your life right now.

Soon after you had finished your make out session, you both headed up towards Damian’s dorm. Luckily, he stopped at your locker making sure you put the note with ‘ Hector’ on it and into your locker. Tomorrow would be day 6. If you were wrong today, you’d have only two guesses left. Two days, you might be dead. But as long as Damian was here, you knew everything would be okay.

Written: Tuesday, September 12 (May the victims of 9/11 22 years ago, rest in peace), 2023. On

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[stolasbuckzo]

Tilla Junior Buckzo

VOs:

Clare Bowen (speaking)

Scott Bradlee (singing)

Meaning of the name:

Tilla — can be associated with the word titillated which can mean another word for “horny” which makes sense because that was how her dads were connected to begin with

<> The name “Tilla” was primarily inspired by Blitz, who wanted to honor his late mother by giving her name to his youngest daughter.

Melody — meaning a sweet harmonious sound

Of course, T.J.’s middle name was chosen by Stolas, reflecting her musical talents—just like her father.

Theme song:

Basics:

Status: Commoner (but with royal privileges)

Sex: Female

Species: Demon, hybrid

• Owl (Stolas)

• Imp (Blitz)

• Human (disguise)

Sexuality: ???

Height: 8ft tall

A midpoint between Stolas, who is 5 feet taller, and Blitz, who is 4 feet shorter than T.J.

Relationship Type: Polyamorous

Love languages:

<> Physical touch (primarily)

<> Gift giving

<> Acts of service (via Stolas)

Identity: Transgender ⚧ (MTF)

Trans name : Tilla “T.J.” Junior

Ages:

20 years old (standard)

Tixel (RP):

20 years old >>> (Chapter 1: The Bet)

23 years old >>> (Chapter 2: The Outcast)

29 years old >>> (Chapter 3: Dead to Me)

40 years old >>> (Chapter 9: The Crosshairs)

Rings:

• Envy (via Blitz — possibly)

• Wrath (via Millie)

• Pride (via Stolas)

Nationality:

• Standard English 🇬🇧 (via Stolas)

<> Dialect: Received Pronunciation

• American 🇺🇸 (via Blitz)

<> Dialect: Southern

Occupations:

• Princess of the Ars Goetia (standard)

• Assassin of I.M.P (standard)

• Entertainer at Ozzie’s

* Lounge singer

• Performer at Porn Studios

* Exotic dancer / escort

Affiliation:

• Sinful Serenade

Status: Bandleader

• I.M.P

Position: Assassin/receptionist (sometimes— if she’s been misbehaving is put on desk duty for punishment😂)

Tzeentch the “Changer of Ways” (RP)

Location: ???

• Ozzie’s

Position: Employee

Location: Ozzie’s (Lust Ring)

• Porn Studios

Location: Pride Ring

Position: Escort/exotic dancer

Likes:

• Eating eggs – just to horrify Stolas

• Fauna

• Going to the human world

• Verosika’s music (to Blitzo’s chagrin and to T.J.’s confusion)

• Her hybridity

• Mother’s Day (w/ Millie)

• She enjoys hearing her parents’ love story

• Joking around with her dad, Blitz, and whoever else gets in her way.

• Watching RuPaul’s Drag Race with Stolas 🥰

• Messing with her sisters

• LGBTQIA+ couples

• Being paid attention to

• Watching a mix of TV shows – contrasting from war and action (a nod to Blitz) to dramatic soap operas and period pieces (a nod to Stolas).

• Magic powers

From Blitz:

• Using the catchphrase “portal up” and “Christ on a stick” she also has the ability to create a portal to somewhere by herself, much like Stolas.

• Roughhousing – T.J. often enjoys keeping her skills sharp by roughhousing with anyone willing to “spar” with her. More often than not, her usual sparring partners are Blitz or Millie, both of whom are more than happy to throw down. These playful matches can get intense, but for T.J., it’s all in good fun – a chance to blow off steam, stay in shape, and maybe land a few playful jabs.

• Annoying people

• Rapping

* Not canonically shown but Brandon Rogers (Blitz’s VA) does have a song called “WAA (WAP parody)”

• Musical theatre

• Pirates

• Going to Pride with her family

• Voyeurism

• Calling her Uncle Moxxie “Roxy”

• Heavy metal music

* Animals - Nickelback

• Coffee

• Her father — Stolas — reading stories to her (yes even as an adult)

From Stolas:

Likes going to Loo Loo Land

• Singing

<> Rapping (via Blitz)

• Idealistic romanticism

• Drinking tea

• Soap operas

• Brain games (to strengthen intelligence)

• Poetry

• Praises

Dislikes:

• T.J. dislikes being called by her full name or anything other than her initials. (with the exception of her parents—she doesn’t bother fighting them over it)

• T.J. gets annoyed when people refer to her as just one of her kinds—saying things like “she’s an owl” or “she’s an imp”—without including “half.” She feels it dismisses part of who she is.

• T.J. can be submissive at times—but it depends on the situation and her mood (whether she wants to be a switch). She’s not afraid to take a step back when she feels it’s necessary, though she’s just as likely to push back if it doesn’t sit right with her.

• Crossword puzzles

<> Stolas easily helped T.J. manage her dyslexia (which can actually be heritable) by finding alternative methods that work for her—something he’s always more than willing to do. His patience and creativity make the process feel less frustrating for T.J., and appreciates how much he pays attention to her needs.

• Hospitals

• Anyone in her inner circle being harmed

• Therapy

• Being woken up by force

• Being referred as “he/him” & “Lucifer”

• Being ignored

• Bigotry

• Being called a “furry”

• Homophobic people

<> Particularly Bastian (Tixel RP)

• Criticism

• Not being able to sexual pleasure

Flaws:

• Alcoholic

• Smoker

• Sex-addict

• Attention seeker

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Family names:

• Mayday (via Verosika - adopted)

<> Left on her doorstep as a child on the day of the Extermination Day and Stolitz had to protect their daughter from the angels who wanted to kill T.J.’s hybridity.

• Ars Goetia (appointed by Paimon)

• Buckzo (via Blitz - standard)

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Romantic interests:

• Axel of the Ars Goetia

• Stuart Price Mayday (OC) (formerly)

• Verosika Mayday (formerly)

• Mitsu Yagami (OC)

• Valentino (on and off)

<> Sexual attraction

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Family:

Father 1#: Stolas

Father 2#: Blitz Buckzo

(half) Sister: Octavia of the Ars Goetia

(adopted) Sister: Loona Buckzo

Extended family:

(1# paternal) Grandfather: King Paimon of the Ars Goetia

(1# paternal) Grandmother: Unnamed

Numerous of unnamed aunts and uncles aka Stolas’s siblings

(2# paternal) Grandfather: Cash Buckzo

(2# paternal) Grandmother: Tilla (Sr) Buckzo (✝️)

(2# paternal) Aunt: Barbie Wire

Other:

Surrogate / godgrandmother: Mrs Knowlastname (✝️)

Surrogate uncle / godfather: Moxxie Knolastname

Surrogate mother / aunt & godmother: Millie Knolastname

Surrogate cousin: TBA (S3)

Godgrandmother: Lin

Godaunt: Sallie May

Godfather: Joe

And three other surrogate / godaunts and uncles aka Millie’s unnamed siblings

RP:

• Axel x T.J. = Tixel

Family motto: Du wirst töten vergessen

Translation: “You remember who you kill”

Husband: Axel of the Ars Goetia

Son: Axel ‘A.J.’ Junior of the Ars Goetia

Deadname: Angel (inspired by Angel Dust)

Daughter: Abria (the “b” is silent) of the Ars Goetia

Vampiric name: Ria (the “a” is silent)

Ex-fiancé / coparent: Rimon Shiv

Daughter: Azrael Shiv (✝️)

Son: Shiv AKA Vish Shiv

Sister-in-law: Lexa Vish

(illegitimate) half Brother: Nikolas Mayday-Buckzo

(half) Sister: Marianne “Mare” Buckzo

(half) Brother: Sylas Sinclaire

Note: All three children have the same father (Blitz)

RP 2#: (Sterosika)

Stuart x Verosika = Sterosika

(adoptive) Sister: Charlie Morningstar Mayday

(adoptive) Mother: Verosika Mayday

(adoptive) Father: Stuart Price (Mayday)

(adoptive) Grandmother: Verushka Mayday

(adoptive) Grandfather: Asmodeus of the Ars Goetia (Mayday) (?)

• Also T.J.’s employer at Ozzie’s

(adoptive) “Aunt”: Chloe Lovelace

(adoptive) Aunt: Mirabelle Lovelace

(adoptive) Aunt: Jocelyn Lovelace

Other:

(adoptive) Mother: Lilith Morningstar

(adoptive) Father: Lucifer Morningstar

(adoptive) Sister: Charlie Morningstar Mayday

Status: Disowned by her parents by being adopted by the Maydays

Daughter: Hope of the Ars Goetia (✝️)

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Nicknames:

• Tils (By Blitz)

* Sweetie

* Tilla Junior (when in trouble)

* Dear

* Red

• Flowerpod (by Stolas)

* Princess

* My implette

• My Little Podding (by both dads)

* Tilla Junior (when in trouble)

* T.J. (preferred)

* Tee-JAY (by Bee >>> RP)

* Teej

* T

* Four Eyes (by Mare >>> RP)

* Princess (derogatory) (by kids at school)

* Satan Herself

* Dark Horse

* Impish Owl

* Titlate

* Patches

* Whore

* Hybrid

RP (Tixel):

• The Hybrid (by Valentino)

• Naevus (by Axel & Blitz) 

• Beetle (by Axel / “Angel)

• Blitzo’s Sperm (by Verosika)

* Fuckstain’s Hellspawn

RP 2#: (Sterosika)

• Lucifer (deadnamed by Stuart)

• Tilla (by Blitz when serious)

• The Hybrid (by Valentino)

• Tilla Junior (disrespectful)

• Blitzo’s Little Sperm (by Verosika)

* Satanic Spawn

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Natural Abilities:

• Flexible Head

• Artistic

• Telepathy

• Agility

• Magic

Ars Goetia powers:

• Shapeshifting

• Echoes of the Hunt

• Transformation and Flight

• Astral Sight

• Stellar Projection

• Celestial Navigation and Star Magic

• Eldritch form

Psychic powers:

• Telepathy

<> Emotional Tuning

She can sense the emotions of others and subtly influence them, either calming or agitating targets.

• Lie detection

<> She can read subtle thoughts and she can tell when someone is lying to her

• Dreamwalking

<> T.J. can enter the threshold of dreams either to communicate, manipulate, or leave cryptic (slightly theatrical) messages

Skills:

• Pole dancing

• Dancing

• Hand to hand combat

• Prehensile tail

• Trick Shot Ricochet – T.J. can bounce bullets off surfaces, making even the most unlikely angles lethal.

• Unseen Ally – T.J. has a knack for making connections in the shadows, earning favors from outcasts and misfits.

• Spellcasting

<> Star’s Vision – Inherited from Stolas’s stargazing abilities, T.J. can divine the immediate future in combat, allowing her to predict and dodge attacks.

<> Soulfire Blast – Channeling Stolas’s arcane side, T.J. can unleash bursts of magical fire that burn the souls of her enemies.

<> Shadowstep – T.J. can vanish and reappear in nearby shadows, a stealthy trick possibly linked to Stolas’s demonic influence.

• Multi-Angle Awareness – T.J.’s four eyes allow her to track multiple targets simultaneously, giving her an advantage in chaotic fights. She can spot flanking enemies or hidden threats faster than most.

From Blitz:

• Disguises - Since T.J. is part Goetia, she can naturally have the ability to transform herself into a human Stolas & Loona can.

• Semi Fire Resistant – T.J. inherited a partial resistance to fire from her imp bloodline, but unlike Blitz, Millie, or Moxxie, she lacks full immunity. Flames can’t outright consume her, and she can withstand intense heat for longer than most, but she isn’t walking through infernos unscathed. Prolonged exposure or direct contact with stronger demonic flames can still burn her, leaving singed fur or painful scorch marks.

This limitation annoys T.J. to no end—especially when Blitz casually struts through fire like it’s nothing. She often masks her frustration with snark, claiming “I could walk through that too… I just don’t feel like it.”

Despite the setback, T.J. has learned to work around it. She relies more on agility and quick thinking, staying out of the flames rather than powering through them. When she does get burned, she shrugs it off with stubborn pride—though she won’t hesitate to milk the injury for sympathy from her dads.

• Weapon Proficiency – T.J. has a natural talent with weapons, combining Stolas’s precision with Blitz’s scrappy, instinctive combat style. She’s most proficient with ranged weapons, favoring her golden percussion pistol for its accuracy and flair. Trick shots and ricochets are her signature moves, and her control over Lyrablade, her floating arrow, allows her to strike from unpredictable angles, keeping opponents on edge.

In close combat, T.J. relies on dual daggers or short blades, prioritizing speed and finesse over raw power. Her movements are quick and fluid, making her hard to pin down. Blitz’s influence shows in her unpredictable, acrobatic fighting style, while Stolas’s teachings add a layer of calculated precision to every strike. She often shifts forms mid-fight, using her shapeshifting to catch enemies off guard.

T.J. fights smart, knowing when to engage and when to retreat, using her agility and ranged skills to wear down tougher opponents. Blitz calls it “fighting dirty.” Stolas prefers “strategic brilliance.” T.J. just enjoys winning.

<> Precision Marksmanship – A skill inherited from Blitz, she has sharp accuracy with firearms, able to hit moving targets with ease.

• Agility – T.J. moves with the sharp, unpredictable reflexes of an imp, combined with the smooth, calculated grace inherited from Stolas. Her agility isn’t just physical—it’s a blend of speed, balance, and a knack for thinking two steps ahead, allowing her to slip through tight spaces, dodge attacks, and weave around enemies with effortless precision.

While Blitz’s chaotic, acrobatic style influenced her movements, Stolas’s regal poise left its mark, giving T.J. a more fluid and deliberate approach when she wants to show off. She’s just as comfortable flipping over obstacles as she is slinking through shadows, adjusting her technique depending on the situation.

T.J. often relies on her agility to make up for areas where brute strength—or fire immunity—fails her. Whether she’s darting around in combat or using her nimbleness to pull off elaborate pranks, she knows how to stay one step ahead; mentally and physically. Her speed also plays into her shapeshifting, allowing her to shift forms mid-movement, keeping opponents guessing.

From Stolas:

• Interpersonal skills - T.J. has a knack for stepping in and smoothing things over when tensions rise. She’s great at talking things out and finding common ground, but if words aren’t enough, she’s not afraid to back it up with action. Most of the time (about 95%), she can help people reach a compromise or at least keep things from boiling over. She’s the go-to “middleman” when things get heated, keeping the peace while making sure everyone feels heard.

Sharp Tongue – Like her father, T.J. has mastered the fine art of roasting people with razor-sharp wit, a skill passed down directly from Stolas. Her insults aren’t loud or obvious—they’re clever, cutting, and laced with just enough charm and sarcasm to leave people unsure if they’ve been complimented or completely dismantled.

Stolas made sure to refine this talent in her, often turning their father-daughter bonding time into playful sparring matches of sarcasm and wit. Over time, T.J. developed her own flair—mixing Stolas’s elegance with Blitz’s more direct approach, resulting in a style that’s both unpredictable and dangerously effective.

She especially enjoys deploying this skill when someone underestimates her. A well-timed quip, delivered with a casual smirk, is usually enough to remind them exactly who they’re dealing with. Even Blitz isn’t safe, and while he pretends to brush it off, T.J. knows when she’s landed a hit—usually when Blitz squints at her, muttering, “Little shit…” under his breath.

Though she uses this talent for fun, T.J. knows when to hold back—unless someone messes with her family. In that case, the gloves are off, and she’ll verbally tear them down with the precision and flair worthy of a true descendant of Stolas.

• Musicality – T.J. possesses a natural musical talent, blending the haunting elegance inherited from Stolas with the raw, unapologetic flair of Blitz. Her voice carries a mesmerizing quality, capable of bending melodies to her will—whether it’s for entertainment, persuasion, or something more dangerous.

From a young age, Stolas nurtured her appreciation for music, teaching her the power behind every note and lyric. Blitz, on the other hand, introduced her to the more chaotic side of performance—loud, bold, and sometimes just downright ridiculous. The combination shaped T.J.’s unique style, allowing her to effortlessly switch between enchanting melodies and high-energy anthems.

She often hums or sings absentmindedly, her voice naturally drawing attention (sometimes unintentionally). When she focuses, her music can soothe, influence, or disorient those around her. In moments of frustration, T.J. channels her emotions through song, using it as a way to clear her mind—often leaving anyone in earshot very aware of how she feels.

Unique:

Shapeshifting – T.J. inherited a flair for mischief, and her shapeshifting ability only amplifies it. She can seamlessly transform into other people, often using it to prank, confuse, or manipulate situations to her advantage. Whether it’s mimicking a friend’s voice to sneak into places or impersonating someone for harmless fun, T.J. wields this skill like an artist at play.

However, she knows her limits. While pushing boundaries is second nature, she’s careful not to cross certain lines—especially when it comes to shifting into one of her parents. The respect she holds for them (and the inevitable fallout if caught) keeps her in check, ensuring the pranks stay lighthearted rather than cruel.

Stolas, with his sharp intellect, can usually sniff out T.J.’s tricks. His favorite way to catch her in the act? Bluffing. He’ll turn to his “husband,�� lean in, and casually ask “Blitz” for a kiss—platonic as it may be. The second the words leave his mouth, T.J. instantly recoils, gagging dramatically as she drops the disguise and reverts to her normal form. The disgust alone is enough to break the illusion every time and ever since then she knew not to manipulate her father’s intelligence

After that first incident, T.J. learned her lesson—NEVER manipulate her father’s intelligence. Trying to outwit Stolas was a game she realized she couldn’t win.

Blitz, on the other hand, isn’t so quick on the uptake. T.J. knows she can stretch her shapeshifting pranks a little further with him. From getting out of chores to borrowing things without asking, Blitz often falls for the ruse—sometimes for longer than she expects but while he may not catch on immediately, when Blitz finally figures it out, the payback is always loud, chaotic, and absolutely worth it.

But—because she DOES have Stolas’s level of thinking—when Blitz finally figures it out, T.J. is always ten steps ahead, ready for the inevitable blowback. The payback is loud, chaotic, and unhinged… and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

• Artistry — T.J. enjoys doodling and painting in her free time. It’s more than just a hobby—it’s one of the few things that helps quiet her mind when it starts to race. Whenever she’s feeling aggravated or overwhelmed, she instinctively reaches for a brush or sketchpad, letting her emotions bleed out through color and lines.

Her art often reflects the chaos or calm she feels, ranging from sharp, jagged patterns to soft, flowing imagery. While she rarely shows her work to others, those who catch glimpses of it can see echoes of both Blitz’s wild creativity and Valentino’s flair for striking visuals.

• Weaponry

* Golden Percussion Pistol – A sleek, antique percussion pistol with a golden finish, passed down to T.J. by Blitz. Though aged, the weapon is impeccably maintained, its intricate engravings and polished barrel reflecting Blitz’s flair for the dramatic. The pistol is more than just a firearm—it’s a symbol of trust and legacy, carrying with it the lessons and reckless charm of her dad.

T.J. wields it with ease, favoring precision over brute force. The pistol’s shot is as sharp and decisive as her voice, and when both are used in tandem, few can stand against her. Ammo: enchanted bullets etc (via Stolas)

Lyrablade — A floating arrow forged from dark, reflective metal, its surface carved with faint, shifting musical notations that pulse gently with each movement. The arrow is bound to her voice, moving effortlessly in harmony with the melodies she weaves.

Lyrablade doesn’t rely on brute force. Instead, it resonates with the target’s body, creating vibrations that disorient, weaken, or lull them into a trance. Sharp, aggressive notes trigger powerful sonic bursts, capable of rattling bones or shattering barriers, while softer melodies allow the arrow to hover defensively, distorting incoming attacks with ripples of harmonic interference.

Fluid and unpredictable, Lyrablade dances in the air as an extension of T.J.’s voice, shifting seamlessly between offense and defense. In her hands, every song becomes a weapon—or a shield—ensuring no note goes unheard.

(This idea was inspired by the Yaka Arrow from Guardians of the Galaxy)

* Call of the Siren – T.J. possesses a voice laced with an irresistible, melodic allure. When she sings or speaks with intention, her sultry tone can draw people in, captivating their senses and clouding their judgment. With enough focus, she can push this ability further—hypnotizing her targets, leaving them vulnerable to suggestion or manipulation. At its most dangerous, her voice can turn deadly, resonating at frequencies that overwhelm the mind or even stop the heart, leaving only silence in her wake.

• T.J.’s Legions – A chaotic and fiercely loyal band of misfits, summoned and commanded by T.J. through her voice and shapeshifting abilities. Unlike Stolas’s more refined and calculated summons, T.J.’s legions reflect her personality—wild, unpredictable, and full of flair.

Her followers aren’t just mindless demons; they’re a rowdy, colorful assortment of creatures that thrive on her energy and creative spark. Each one carries a distinct personality, often bordering on rebellious, but their loyalty to T.J. is unwavering. Some are drawn to her charisma, while others simply enjoy the mayhem she brings to the table.

T.J. doesn’t see them as mere soldiers. She treats them like an extended, dysfunctional family—pranking them just as much as they prank her. However, when things get serious, her legions know better than to question her commands. Her melodies bind them in battle, driving them into formation or unleashing them in a frenzy, depending on her mood.

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Appearance:

T.J. is a striking figure, embodying the predatory grace of her lineage with subtle avian influences. Her resemblance to Stolas is undeniable, her face bearing the same elegant structure—soft yet sharp, with high cheekbones and a slender, refined jawline. Her eyes, however, are where Blitz’s mark shines through. While they mirror Stolas in shape and color, the glint within them is unmistakably Blitz—mischievous, rebellious, and always on the edge of stirring up trouble.

Her hair mirrors her grandmother Tilla’s exactly, cascading in layered waves that hold a touch of wildness, as if refusing to sit perfectly still. The horns that crown her head take after Tilla as well, curving with a graceful but commanding presence, adding to the regal air she often carries. Despite the resemblance to Stolas in her overall physicality, there’s a subtle defiance in her posture and expressions, as if the streak of rebellion she inherited from Blitz refuses to be hidden beneath noble features.

Her skin is a blend of deep navy blue and soft white, mottled across her body in an irregular pattern that resembles constellations in motion. Feathers trail along her forearms and shins, subtly blending into her otherwise imp-like physique. Her long, flowing tail is a hybrid of imp and owl, sleek with feathered accents near the tip, giving it a sharp, cutting silhouette.

T.J.’s most striking feature is her four sets of almond-shaped eyes, both (bottom) pairs glowing with yellow sclera and intense red irises—mirroring Blitz’s gaze, yet somehow more refined, as if constantly studying the world around her. Dark markings stream down from her eyes, cutting down her cheeks in a design inherited from both her parents.

Her grin reveals rows of jagged, yellow teeth, sharp enough to make even seasoned demons wary. A forked tongue flicks out occasionally, adding to her unnerving yet captivating charm.

Distingusing marks:

T.J.’s these blemishes add to her unique and resilient appearance. The scar running down her face is jagged but not harsh, starting just above her eyebrow and tracing diagonally down across her cheekbone, a constant reminder of the Hellhound encounter that left it. It stands out faintly against her complexion but blends naturally with her features, becoming less noticeable depending on the lighting.

Her male to female transition scarring is subtle but present, visible along her chest and collarbone if exposed, though she typically keeps it covered. The scars carry a personal weight for her—marks of growth, perseverance, and identity. While she rarely draws attention to them, they are an integral part of her story, representing both the challenges she’s faced and her unwavering strength.

Reference only:

Human form:

T.J. has smooth caramel-toned skin, a subtle nod to Blitz’s voice actor’s Filipino heritage. Her long, dark hair mirrors her grandmother’s, adding a sense of continuity and connection to her lineage. Sharp, expressive eyes reflect both her bold spirit and the refined grace inherited from Stolas, creating a striking balance between mischief and poise. T.J.’s presence feels both grounded and unpredictable, embodying the unique blend of traits passed down from both sides of her family.

Accessories:

• She wears a red skull charm around her neck, a personal keepsake from Blitz that serves as both a symbol of protection and a reminder of her father’s influence.

• Thin silver bracelets with star engravings or dangling charms, representing Stolas’s connection to the night sky.

• Black leather gloves with subtle talon-like tips, symbolizing both Stolas’s claws and Blitz’s edgy fashion.

How would you describe T.J’s personality?

• Authoritative

• Witty

• Arrogant

• Calm

• Flirtatious

• Comedic

• Vulgar

• Hypersensitive

• Strategic

• Contemptuous

• Defensive

• Unpredictable

• Loyalty

From Blitz:

From Blitz, T.J. inherits her boldness and sharp tongue. She’s brash, outspoken, and quick to crack a joke—often using humor, especially the darker kind, as a defense mechanism. Like Blitz, she has a tendency to mask vulnerability behind sarcasm and mischief, preferring to deflect serious emotions with playful banter. Her confidence borders on reckless at times, but it’s driven by a strong survival instinct and adaptability. Blitz’s influence also instills in her a fierce loyalty to those she cares about, showing up when it matters most, even if she pretends not to care. She thrives in chaotic environments, improvising her way out of trouble with ease and relying heavily on her wit and resourcefulness.

From Stolas:

T.J. inherits a quieter, more intellectual side. While Blitz pushes her to react quickly, Stolas’s influence makes her more reflective and curious. T.J. enjoys learning, especially about strange or obscure subjects, and feels drawn to things others might overlook or misunderstand. Stolas’s emotional depth also gives T.J. a softer, more sensitive core, though she’s careful about when and to whom she reveals it. This side of her shows a desire for connection and meaning, creating a tug-of-war between the chaos she inherits from Blitz and the longing for stability and affection from Stolas.

Blitz’s influence makes T.J. tough and street-smart, while Stolas’s influence nurtures her more introspective, emotionally aware nature. Where Blitz teaches her to fight and survive, Stolas shows her the value of feeling and understanding. Together, their traits create a character who is both unpredictable and empathetic, balancing mischief and vulnerability in equal measure.

From T.J. herself:

T.J. is a vibrant mix of chaotic energy and sharp wit, a perfect reflection of both her parents’ strongest traits while carving out her own unique identity. She thrives on mischief and loves the spotlight but approaches life with a grounded sense of humor that often keeps her from taking things too seriously. Despite her tendency to stir up trouble, she’s emotionally intelligent and fiercely protective of the people she cares about.

Her humor leans toward dry sarcasm, but she often delivers it with a playful charm that makes it difficult to tell if she’s being serious. This knack for comedic timing is something she clearly inherited from Blitz, though she adds her own spin by occasionally dropping unexpectedly poetic, monologues, even or thoughtful lines – a habit that seems to surprise even her.

She values her independence but is deeply attached to her parents, often showing her love through playful teasing or affectionate roasts. Despite Blitz’s attempts to keep her away from anything remotely resembling responsibility, T.J. has a quietly ambitious side. She dreams big, but she’s more subtle in how she chases after what she wants.

T.J. also has a fascination with theatrics, loving the dramatic flair of both of her parents but expressing it in different ways. She enjoys performing, often throwing herself into small personal projects – like making overly elaborate entrances into rooms or staging fake interviews in the mirror.

One of T.J.’s defining traits is her adaptability. She easily shifts between chaos and calm, between mischief and sincerity, depending on what the situation calls for. While she inherited the spotlight-hogging tendencies of Blitz, she also has a sense of restraint that keeps her from going too far. She enjoys pushing buttons but knows when to stop, a balance that sometimes makes her the unexpected peacemaker in heated moments.

Her individuality shines in her ability to mix both her parents’ influences with her own personal flair – a blend of dramatic but laid-back, rebellious but deeply caring.

Quirks & Habits:

T.J. carries herself with a carefree, confident attitude, much like Blitz. She’s playful, bold, and rarely takes things too seriously. However, when she’s stressed, intoxicated, or overwhelmed by strong emotions—especially pleasure—her demeanor shifts in unexpected ways. In these moments, her usual laid-back nature gives way to a more dramatic and formal.

One of her most distinctive quirks emerges when she drinks coffee. Without realizing it, T.J. adopts Stolas’s refined accent and polished mannerisms, mimicking his elegant speech with surprising accuracy

Blitz and Stolas never fail to notice this shift. As soon as T.J.’s slang disappears and she begins speaking more formally, they exchange knowing looks. Blitz finds the change amusing and occasionally encourages it for his own entertainment, while Stolas takes a more responsible approach, gently steering T.J. away from it entirely. Regardless of their reactions, it’s always obvious when T.J. has had her coffee.

When T.J.’s deep in thought, especially in vulnerable moments, her hand unconsciously drifts to the scars on her face—the ones left by a hellhound attack in her childhood. Her fingers trace the marks in a quiet, repetitive motion, grounding her without thought. It’s a subtle habit, more reflex than intention, often lingering when she feels uncertain or reflective. The touch rarely draws attention, but for her, it’s a small tether to something unspoken.

Physical:

She T.J. her fingers against surfaces or lightly drums them on her leg when sitting still for too long. It’s a quiet, subtle release of energy.

When particularly angry, T.J. digs her claws into her palms, pressing hard enough to draw blood and leave deep crescent-shaped marks in her skin. She rarely notices until the heat of the moment fades, and by then, the stinging serves as a quiet reminder of just how tightly she held herself together.

When emotionally distressed and caught in negative thoughts, T.J. habitually plucks out her own feathers – a destructive impulse she struggles to stop, despite Stolas repeatedly telling her not to. She convinces herself no one will ever preen them for her, dismissing the idea with bitter thoughts about being a “hybrid freak of nature.” The habit leaves her feathers uneven and sparse, but she downplays it, acting indifferent even as the discomfort lingers.

Verbal:

Sharp Comebacks

T.J. has a habit of responding almost immediately with banter-like remarks (very much like Stolas) even if the situation might not call for it. It’s automatic, and sometimes she doesn’t filter it whether she’s feeling particularly emotional or does it instinctively

Phraseology:

T.J. naturally shortens words and uses slang frequently, reflecting her casual, laid-back demeanor — a dominant trait she inherited from Blitz, which shines through most of the time.

<> Of course, this doesn’t apply when she’s drinking coffee; during those moments, her accent shifts from American to English with a refined RP dialect

Daily Habits:

T.J.‘s personal space is often cluttered, but she insists it’s an “organized mess” and gets irritated if anyone tries to tidy it. This tends to be a comedic point of friction, especially since Stolas can’t stand disorganisation. While their separate rooms at home prevent any real conflict, the dynamic becomes more frustrating for T.J. at the I.M.P office, where she prefers to keep things exactly where she left them – even if no one else can make sense of it.

Carrying Keepsakes:

T.J. constantly clasps or fidgets with her grandmother’s necklace – the one Blitz gave her during Turf Wars – using it as a quiet form of self-soothing. The habit is almost unconscious, her fingers seeking it out in moments of stress or deep thought, grounding her with the familiar weight and feel of it.

Other (surrogate family):

Millie Knolastname:

T.J. adapts to Millie’s fierce loyalty and protectiveness, standing up for those she loves without hesitation, but unlike her parents, this protectiveness comes with a more grounded sense of practicality and restraint. From Millie, she also picks up a knack for combat and bravery, unafraid to fight when necessary, though T.J. tempers this with a calmness in battle that contrasts with her parents’ more reckless tendencies.

T.J. mirrors Millie’s resourcefulness and quick thinking, often finding creative solutions, but unlike Blitz and Stolas, she approaches problems with a methodical and patient mindset, avoiding impulsiveness. Her optimistic resilience shines through, always bouncing back with a determined smile, though she carries Millie’s humility, preferring quiet victories over grand displays. Millie’s warmth and southern charm influence T.J., making her approachable but capable of subtly intimidating others, a contrast to her parents’ more overt presence.

Moxxie Knolastname:

T.J. gains a sharp strategic mind, preferring to plan and analyze before acting, which sets her apart from Blitz’s improvisational and chaotic style. She develops a strong moral compass, standing by what she believes is right even if it makes things harder, but unlike Stolas’s detached nobility, T.J. is more grounded and empathetic to those around her.

Inspired by Moxxie’s artistic side, T.J. nurtures creative hobbies, expressing herself through music or art in ways that neither Blitz nor Stolas fully indulge. While she may partake Moxxie’s initial timidity, T.J. doesn’t shy away from confrontation, blending confidence with quiet strength in a way that feels uniquely her own. T.J. also adopts Moxxie’s sarcastic humor and wit, often using sharp comebacks, but her humor carries a lighter, more playful edge, unlike her parents’ often biting or dark comedic tendencies.

Ultimately, while T.J. reflects aspects of both her surrogate and biological families, her patience, grounded nature, and subtle strength differentiate her, creating a balance between boldness and calm that neither couple fully embodies.

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⚠️Warnings⚠️: Kidnapping, Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Cursing, Pepper Spray, And Face Deformation.

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𝔸 - 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀𝕥 𝔾𝕖𝕥?

I can’t see Cheetah showing her affection in the normal kind of way. I feel like she defiantly uses words of praise. The praises can get intense, but only if you deny her comments about you.

𝔹 - 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠 𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Cheetah is one of the bloodiest people when it comes to her getting messy. She’s a villain with experience and will never have remorse for the amount of blood she’s had people shed.

ℂ - ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕪, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞?

Cheetah will usually mock you for trying to leave her. But it can very. She might mock you for being scared, nervous, angry, etc.

𝔻 - 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔸𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝?

Cheetah isn’t one for physical touch, but will make you sit next to her. It doesn’t matter if she’s bloody or just got out of the shower. She wants you next to her.

𝔼 - 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕍𝕦𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Cheetah is one of the secret vulnerable kind of people. She would bare her heart to you without you even realizing it!

𝔽 - 𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕀𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜?

She’s honestly laugh. She finds it very humorous that you think you can escape her. She’s a villain after all, and would physically punish you if it meant you would stay by her side.

𝔾 - 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕀𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕠 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖?

As I’ve said before, she thinks it’s funny. She’s a villain for crying out loud. She could get you back to her in a month tops. It does give her some adrenaline that makes her feel….whole.

ℍ - ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝔹𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞?

When Cheeta first took you, you were a little paranoid as someone grabbed you and pulled you inside an ally way. You obviously had pepper spray and decided to spray her with it. She had scratched your cheek making a permanent scar. It wasn’t her fault, I mean what did you expect when someone sprays you in the eye with such dangerous liquid?

𝕀 - 𝕀𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕤, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕗 𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕀𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕠𝕣/𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Cheetah defiantly wants you to move with her into a very warm place. Such as Maine. She would totally have loads of cats and every year, on vacation usually, you guys definitely go to Africa to see cheetahs. That’s if you can handle going out in public of course.

𝕁 - 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪, 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤? 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕆𝕣 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔸 𝕎𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕠 ℂ𝕠𝕡𝕖?

Cheetah is one of the most jealous people. She doesn’t even try to hide it. She’ll give this person talking to you, a very sharp death glare, and later on when your sleeping, she’ll kill then with no mercy.

𝕂 - 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕣 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Cheetah can surprisingly be a very frequent kisser, but she won’t really touch you THAT much. Though, from time to time, she does like you sitting on her lap opposed to you sitting beside her.

𝕃 - 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕠 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕣 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

When she firsts meets you, she was probably commuting some illegal crime, and you seemed to be the/a witness. And then, she had just snatched you away when you were walking on the side walk, and you never saw your family or friends again.

𝕄 - 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕜, 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖?

Cheetah is a villain after all, so naturally she’s a lot meaner to others than she is too you.

ℕ - ℕ𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℙ𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Cheetah is violent in her every day life, so there’s no promise of her not physically punishing you. She’ll probably leave a scratch mark that turns into a scar.

𝕆 - 𝕆𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕪 ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

She’s defiantly take away your freedom away from her and anything that involves objects that could be used as weapons. Knifes, forks, large objects, etc.

ℙ - ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, ℍ𝕠𝕨 ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Cheetah COULD be patient, but what’s the fun in that? She loves the little chase between you and her, and being impatient will shape you to her will, or so she thinks.

ℚ - ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕥, 𝕀𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕆𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 ��𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕤, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕆𝕟?

If you die, she can’t bring you back. Not a single person would let her. But she does keep living in hopes of seeing you again. If you escaped you’d need to move contents, change your name, dye your hair, etc, if you REALLY didn’t want to see her again.

ℝ - ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕠?

Cheetahs a villain! If she doesn’t feel bad for killing innocent people, she defiantly won’t feel bad for keeping her love close to her.

𝕊 - 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕞𝕒, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞 (ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕, ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝔼𝕥𝕔)?

Cheetah has always been jealous of Diana. Diana’s got everything she’s ever wanted! But you, you are different. She will not let Diana nor anyone else have you.

𝕋 - 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞, ℂ𝕣𝕪, 𝔸𝕟𝕕/𝕆𝕣 𝕀𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤?

If you cry she usually keeps you in a confined space. If you scream at her, it really depends on how in depth your words hurt her. If you do push her past her limits she will not hesitate to bring her claws out. If you isolate yourself she doesn’t really care, though you better not refuse her when she tells you she wants something from you.

𝕌 - 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖?

Cheetah is really the only one who would and could mess your face up, and make you look unrecognizable. Though, she would only do it if your behavior continued or got worse.

𝕍 -𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕖: 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕚𝕥 𝕀𝕟 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕠 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖?

Cheetahs really bad at locking doors or windows, so if she goes out for a little bit, jumping out of your two story high window is the best way to escape her.

𝕎 - 𝕎𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝔼𝕟𝕕, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Defiantly would. I’d even say there is a 85% that she’ll hurt you. And what makes it worse is that she doesn’t even care as long as she gets what she wants.

𝕏 - 𝕏𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕣 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕋𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕠 𝕋𝕠 𝕎𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣?

Cheetah defiantly think everything you do is perfect, but she doesn’t really know how to express that. Therefore, a lot of the times you honestly think she hates you even because she kidnapped you out of ‘love’.

𝕐 - 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕡?

Cheetah can only go a day at maximum before taking you. She can’t be taking any risks of you getting hurt, now can she?

ℤ - ℤ𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕙, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Yes. No question about it. With her emotions, reactions, and violation, it is high above a 50% chance of her breaking you.

Written: Wednesday, August 30, 2023

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🎂 #HappyBDay to my little brother Denz aka #DLabrie the Wiz Kid. Making big moves from #Oakland 🌁 to #Plillippines 🇵🇭 He so smart while he was in grade school he got a letter from Oakland's own @kamalaharris @vp @joebiden @potus & the @whitehouse On his Early #CapitolHill grind. He got recognized by the #WhiteHouse at an age almost 15 years before his big brother @DLabrie was welcomed to #TheWhitehouse in mid 20s So he way ahead of his time . He supports and inspires the family so much. Great kid. Future limitless. So proud & thankful for you. Almost a man now.. Bigger things and more challenges coming. Stay sharp, fearless & Focused Young King. See you when I get back to 🇺🇸 We will celebrate you heading to the top. Gotta give you the game to pass on the next generation ❤❤✊🏿 #MrNETW3RK #RonDavouxRecords #RDVpromo #HipHopCongress #BrothersKeeper #AmiMyBrothersKeeper #IammybrothersKeeper #MyBrothersKeeper #Family #Brothers #Brother #Brotha #MyBro #MyBrother #HappyBirthday #AfroFilipino #African #Filipino #Pinoy #Asia #EastOakland #KamalaHarris #Kamala #JoeBiden #Biden (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn09bu8SRUJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wwwdlabrie]

🎄🎅🏿 #Xmas overseas Missing #Delmo & #Code 😢Greatest 🎁 to 👀 them shine w/ a smile & enjoy Holidays around the 🌍🌎🌏 all these years from the #BayArea to #Vegas to #Asia ! They #WishList getting longer every year but even if i cant be with them, I told them shake that #ElfontheShelf & do like i taught; You can do anything w a good biz plan/10,000 hours of active study Be fearless Move with love, Hard times make Sharp minds, Never give up on your dreams, Dont do it for the Doubters, Stay Dangerous & Ready, Practice makes Perfect, Health is Wealth, Stay Free critical thinkers , Be the change you wish to see, Look out for family & most of all #GRG #Grind #Relax & #Giveback the @rdv_promo team motto🤞🏿 Love you #DLabrie x 2 See you when im back in 🇺🇸 #MrNETW3RK #RonDavouxRecords #SeasonsGreeting #Tistheseason #HappyHolidays #HolidaySeason #Christmas #ChristmasDay #ChristmasTree #Santa #SantaClause #XmasDay #XmasTree #LasVegas #SouthKorea #Korea #Seoul (at Christmas Season) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmqJC_cSVyo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=