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— 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐈𝐑𝐈 ɪꜱ ᴀ 𝟐𝟕 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ᴀɴᴅ 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑 ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ.

— 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

☀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴀ ᴀʟɪɴᴀ ɪʀɪ ☀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴊᴜɴᴇ 22ɴᴅ, 1996 ☀ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ: ᴘɪxɪᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ☀ ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ꜱᴜɴ, ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ᴠɪʀɢᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ☀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ/ʙɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ☀ ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇ ☀ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄɪᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴀ ᴀᴛ ᴠ8 ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ☀ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5′5 ☀ ʜᴀɪʀ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ☀ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ☀ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ/ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ: ​ᴇᴀʀʟᴏʙᴇꜱ ☀ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ ☀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ɴ/ᴀ ☀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ɴ/ᴀ ☀ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ ☀ ᴘᴇᴛꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

☀ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟ, ʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ, ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ☀ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ꜱᴋɪᴛᴛɪꜱʜ, ꜰɪɴɪᴄᴋʏ, ʀᴇᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴡᴏʀʀʏɪɴɢ, ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ☀ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: ᴍᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪxɪᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ☀ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜꜱ, ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇꜱ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ, ꜱᴜɴꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ᴡᴇʟʟ-ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙᴇᴅꜱ, ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ☀ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇꜱ, ��ɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱᴇ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ☀ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ, ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ☀ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ: ​ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴇʏᴇꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜᴛᴜʙ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇꜱ, ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴡʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇ, ꜰʟᴏʀᴀʟ ʙᴀɴᴅ-ᴀɪᴅꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ, ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴡ, ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ ᴅʀᴏᴘʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴡ ᴏɴ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ᴛᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ' ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜰʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ, ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɢᴏ​

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

☀ ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴀ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴍ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʀʏᴡᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ "ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ!" ᴀɴᴅ "ᴜʜ, ɢᴜʏꜱ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ…" ☀ ꜱʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. (ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪ-ᴛᴏʟᴅ-ʏᴏᴜ-ꜱᴏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ.) ☀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ- ᴇʀ, ꜰᴀɪʀʏ. ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴛ ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍꜰʏ ᴘᴊꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴄᴏᴍꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʀꜱ ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴜʙꜱ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏɴɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋᴇʀ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ☀ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʜɪʟʟ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ. ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ, ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ☀ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱɪᴅᴇ, ʏᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ-ɪꜰ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ. ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ. ☀ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴄᴀʟᴍᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪᴍ ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ. ☀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? ɴᴏ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ. ☀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇꜱ. ꜱᴏᴅᴋᴜ, ꜱᴄʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ᴊɪɢꜱᴀᴡꜱ? ꜱɪɢɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ! ☀ ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴀʟᴇʀᴛ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ 8 ᴘᴍ. ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ. ☀ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ... ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍꜱ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ. ☀ ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴠꜱ ᴘɪxɪᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜰʀᴇQᴜᴇɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ɪꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ. ☀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴋɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ. ☀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀx. ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ… ☀ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ – ɢᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ! ☀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜱꜱʏ, ᴅᴇꜱꜱ, ᴅᴇᴇ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀᴍ. ☀ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀɪʟꜱ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴄʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ... ☀ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ ʙᴜɴ. (ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ.)

— 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 !

☀ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ☀ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ

[jackjackattacks]

jack parr is based on jack-jack from the incredibles. they are a 26-year-old superhuman and temp. they use they/them pronouns. they have the power of polymorphing, telekinesis, teleportation, laser-vision and self-duplication. they are portrayed by liv hewson.

BASICS.

full name: jack j. parr.

nicknames: jack-jack, jj.

age: twenty-six.

gender: non-binary.

pronouns: they/them.

sexuality: (vague hand-wavey gesture).

occupation: temp @ the chronicle.

date of birth: tba.

face claim: liv hewson.

parents: bob parr (father), helen parr (mother).

siblings: violet parr (older sister), dash parr (older brother).

powers: polymorphing, telekinesis, teleportation, laser-vision, self-duplication.

SUMMARY.

jack was last to the party that is the parr family and is therefore the perpetual baby of the family, for better or worse.

on the one hand, it gets annoying feeling like you have to catch up on everything that happened when you didn't exist - or were learning to walk and talk - and feeling like you're always going to be seen as a child who needs to be taken care of or managed.

on the other hand, they love the attention and being able to get away with things if they play it right. they had the waterworks down when they wanted to get someone in trouble (usually dash), at least until they got old enough for that to stop working.

their powers came a little late, but they made up for lost time with variety and quantity - though, luckily for their parents' sanity, the list was not as endless as it first seemed. more than anything, they were full of potential - bursting with it.

as they grew up, they grew into their powers and themself. the chaotic mess settled into something they could control, even though all that energy is still waiting under their skin.

they figured out the gender thing around the end of middle school. dash was the first to have any indication, mostly because he was jack's authority on "boy things". then violet (the authority on "girl things"). their parents were the last to know, mostly because they wanted to be able to explain it properly.

despite feeling there were some things they'd missed out on, they still know they belong in their family. and the older they got, the more they got right in the middle of things and ensured they wouldn't miss out on any more. they only got more confident as they got more comfortable with their powers and themself. they grew into someone who could light up the room, who could help people, and who would follow their big brother into trouble (it's not their fault if he's a bad influence).

then came evermore.

they might as well have always been here. it's the only home they remember. they kept their memories of their family - thank god - but the control over their powers took a hit and that was... well.

they've done their best to avoid their family finding out their power struggles. they aren't hiding it exactly... well, okay, they are but they try not to actively lie about it. they just keep thinking about the stories they've been told about the chaos they caused when they were little. they don't want their family to worry, and they don't want to be a problem. they're not a kid anymore, they don't need to be managed. they'll be fine. it's not like they're thrown into emotional turmoil too often, anyway, right? they'll figure it out.

TIDBITS.

they stopped going by jack-jack a while ago. or tried to. that's never really stopped their family, no matter how much they insist it sounds childish. (they don't actually mind, but they've gotta put up some protest.)

they listen to music when they're working if they can get away with it. it's a habit picked up from their auntie edna, and helps them focus. when they're practising their powers, they tend to listen to mozart.

they like watching old movies from the fifties and sixties.

they're a mediocre cook but make a killer mac and cheese.

they collect fashion magazines and fabric samples. if they have a free weekend and don't know what to do, they'll make a fashion mood board.

the smoke alarms at their place are all switched off. don't worry about it, though. it's fine. (if anything catches fire it'll be them and they'll be very aware of it without any loud beeping noises, thank you very much).

skater kid. can still do all the cool tricks. no, it is not cheating to use telekinesis to make yourself look cooler, shut up.

they shamelessly steal clothes from both their siblings' wardrobes. they are not subtle and they are not sorry. if anything, they are judgmental.

they like reading comics. partly just because they think they're cool, but partly out of an almost morbid fascination with what other people think the deal is with superheroes.

they have an eclectic collection of stuff left over from hobbies they started and then forgot about. yoga, origami, jewelry making, who knows what else. they'll circle back around to it all eventually.

they are more of an ambivert than most people would assume based on first impression - they are energetic and friendly, yeah, but sometimes they need to slow down and breathe before they explode. on their quiet days they curl up with a book or a project, sometimes wordlessly crashing on a friend's (or sibling's) couch if they don't want to be entirely alone.

they keep their hair short, but still long enough that they can ask violet to braid it. maybe they're too old for that now, but it helps them calm down and feel close to violet without making her talk to them.

they were homeschooled for a little bit during elementary school. it seemed like the safer option - both for jack and the other kids. and better safe than sorry seems best when your kid can burst into flames.

they tend to feel things with their whole body, especially now their control of their powers is messed up. if they let it, their feelings can become a self-perpetuating cycle; getting upset, their powers getting volatile, getting upset about their powers, and so on. bottling things up never works well for them, so they try not to.

it's not that jack wishes they were normal, exactly. they just wish, sometimes, that things were easier. that their powers were only ever exciting, rather than a responsibility. that the world could take care of itself for a little bit. it's almost a guilty pleasure, not having the weight of the world on their shoulders at evermore.

their powers - especially their polymorphing - work intuitively, which is both a blessing and a curse. relying on instincts and feelings is good when it turns your body to steel when someone tries to punch you. the real problems are in everyday life, when you don't want to burst into flames because you got excited or shoot laser beams when you glare at something. the trick they're trying to relearn is balancing instinct with caution and, you know, thinking. and making sure they don't let their powers build up so much that they explode.

[nctquiteshakespeare]

duchess bonfamille is a 43 year old human based on duchess from the aristocats. she is a vocal coach with no powers. she uses she/her pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: duchess bonfamille

date of birth: september 24th, 1980

hometown: to be added

zodic: libra sun, aries moon, virgo rising

sexuality: hetero (as far as she knows)

education: college graduate

occupation: vocal coach

height: 5'1

hair: blonde

eye color: blue

tattoos/piercings: earlobes

markings: dimples when she smiles

mother: adelaide bonfamille (adopted)

father: unknown

siblings: n/a

pets: n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: classy, compassionate, protective, kind, secure

negative traits: stern, stubborn, overbearing, reserved, excessive

fears: losing her mother, failing her children

likes: white wine, cheese and grapes, cleanliness, expensive perfume, art, music, dancing, singing, everything paris, jewelry

dislikes: her house being dirty, crass language, her children hurting, fighting, being doubted, being away from her mother, an empty nest

hobbies: playing piano, singing, caring for her plants, cleaning, shopping

aesthetics: pearl necklaces on a spotless dresser, lipstick stains on wine glasses, a claw tub overflowing with bubbles, golden edged mirrors, humming to succulents, pristine white sheets, a wedding ring stashed in the bottom drawer, dangling earrings, long blonde locks without a hair out of place, the first glimpse of sunlight slipping through the window, an elegant breakfast spread, photobooks of memories, that lonely dull ache in your chest that refuses to go away, silent crying behind closed doors

HEADCANONS.

duchess is someone that tries very hard to seem put together when, in reality, she only feels like she is falling apart.

though she holds her head high, duchess often feels like she failed as a mother, a wife and a daughter. despite knowing there was nothing she could do to get back to her own mother, she misses her deeply. she is the only family she's ever known outside of her kids, never caring to reach out to her birth parents as she had everything she needed in ms. bonfamille and now, after so many years of having her in her corner, rooting her on, she feels almost completely... lost without her. she knows who she is, but does find herself doubting it from time to time.

she loves the idea of falling in love, especially now that marie, berlioz and toulouse have their own lives she's not nearly as involved in, but the idea of love is a little frightening. after her only real relationship fell apart, she's not sure she could put herself through that again. though she knows she is a beautiful woman, her lack of suitors does make her question it - maybe she is just meant to stay single?

her children are her pride and joy and she would do anything for them. she would lay her life on the line. she knows that there were times she coddled them too much, and others that she was too strict, trying to mold them into the perfect versions of themselves they could be... but all she ever wanted was for them to be happy. now that they're out of the nest, now that they're getting through life without her protection, she looks at everything they seem to struggle with and wonders where she went wrong, what she could have done to build their walls a little taller... and what more she can do now, than love them.

she is fluent in french, of course, and truly believes it is the language of love. she enjoys slipping random phrases into her sentences, even if the people around her simply do not understand what she's saying.

mother to everyone that will let her mother them. she will take everyone under her wing, no matter their age.

breakfast is duchess' favorite meal of the day! but brunch is a close second.

she very much has a taste for the finer things in life, it was simply the way she was raised.

while she doesn't miss her ex-husband anymore and knows that their lives were much better off without him, sometimes she still regrets not trying harder, begging him to stay, if only so her children would have their father.

she has a green thumb and cares about her many plants as if they're her own little pets. now that her children don't seem to need her as much anymore, and she isn't able to take care of her mother, she has to have something to look after. otherwise, after so long of doing it, she would just be... lost.

she also grows her own spices - thyme, oregano, basil, and uses them in nearly every meal that she makes.

she is a nervous cleaner. when she starts feeling anxious, out come the soap and sponges. she'll sweep, dust, mop, reorganize everything from the cabinets down to the bottoms of the walls. as if her place doesn't remain practically spotless at all times anyway.

seldom do swear words pass through her lips. she doesn't believe in using crude language.

while she isn't much of a drinker, she absolutely indulges in wine from time to time. it's the perfect way to unwind after a stressful day: a nice, hot bubble bath with a romance novel and a tall glass of whichever white wine is calling out to her tastebuds at the time... though merlot will do if it must.

a small plate of grapes, dark chocolate and cheese cubes is her favorite snack.

pearls are her favorite accessory, and gold over silver jewelry.

a morning person through and through, duchess is usually wide-eyed and bushy tailed by six am but she cannot seem to sleep past eight even if she tries, no matter how late she was up the night before.

[wendayee]

wendy corduroy is a 28 year old human based on wendy from gravity falls. they are a gift shop employee with no powers. she uses she/they pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: wendy blerble corduroy

date of birth: september 4, 1995

hometown: gravity falls

zodic: virgo sun, capricorn moon, libra rising

sexuality: bisexual/biromantic

education: high school graduate

occupation: employee at the mystery shack

height: 5′8

hair: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

tattoos/piercings: earlobes, cartilage, nose (just nostril), eyebrow she never wears anymore

markings: faint freckles across their cheeks

mother: linda corduroy

father: daniel corduroy

siblings: markus corduroy, kevin corduroy, gus cordurory

pets: n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: mellow, friendly, daring, upfront, lively

negative traits: lazy, inconsiderate, suppressed, irresponsible, reckless

fears: never making something of themself, never caring to

likes: not working, hanging out with friends, free things, flannels, funny gossip, laid-back but fun nights, good music, hot people, food, chilling on the roof, laughing, breaks

dislikes: working, not hanging out with friends, being told what to do, feeling overwhelmed and tied down, people fighting, hurting people's feelings, crying in front of people, schoolwork, taking anything seriously

hobbies: reading too many magazines, smoking, going to parties with friends, mindlessly scrolling dating apps, snacking

aesthetics: a stack of green plaid shirts, candid photos mid-laugh, sneaking out of (and into) bedroom windows, glass bottles of coke, teasing out of love, sitting on tree branches, book reports with red circled Fs, tangled earbuds, the forest at night, sarcasm painting over real emotions, crumpled up bi-flags on bedroom walls, leaning back in chairs with feet propped up on the desk, lumberjack hats, fingerless gloves, 100+ day snapchat streaks, condoms tucked into wallets, spotify premium, scalding hot showers, unmade beds

HEADCANONS.

wendy is someone who doesn't tend to dislike people. she is pretty easy-going, and while she was seen as a "cool kid" when she was younger, she never alienated herself from the less popular crowd. they were a friend of anyone that was fun to be around, never really caring much about status symbols or judging people for liking things deemed lame. (though they might tease a little.)

the coolest thing about wendy is that she doesn't care much what people think, and isn't afraid to own making a fool of herself.

she is someone that doesn't really hold grudges, opting to forgive friends and boyfriends for the past and move on with a positive attitude whenever possible.

she wouldn't necessarily say that she is lazy... but she is lazy. while she is more than capable of having a good work ethic and making something of herself, she often just doesn't feel like it. though there is more to it than meets the eye; wendy is crippled by the idea of choosing the wrong path. time moves so quickly, and they'd rather choose to be stuck at the mystery shack than go into a major they fail at and get stuck with college debt and a career that turns out to be one big disappointment. they don't always bottle their feelings up, but on this subject, it is something they would rather push down and ignore for as long as possible. even if it haunts them at night. besides, life is all about the moments and she is much more interested in enjoying whatever it has to offer than wasting even a handful of seconds sitting at a boring desk listening to teachers drone on and on.

soooo she skipped school a lot... leading to bad grades. leading to her feeling like she would fail at college.

in their defense, without their mom there to guide them and their dad constantly busy and tied up with her brothers, they didn't have anyone pushing them into the right direction until it was too late and they just felt like a disappointment. it's easier in evermore where their dad isn't there to remind them they need to plan a future for themself; why can't she just mull around at the mystery shack all day and stay out with friends all night?

wendy loves free shit. if there's any sort of lame event going on that she has no interest in, she will most definitely show up for the refreshments alone. and she will eat until she is asked to leave.

has a track record of... not keeping relationships. for various reasons. sometimes forgetting to actually end the relationship. it isn't out of ill will and they never actually intend to ghost someone. they just get bored.

it probably goes without saying that she likes flannels, huh?

if you're ever wondering if anyone subscribes to magazines anymore, wendy is here to tell you they absolutely do. her favorite way to zone out on the clock is flip through magazines so she constantly has at least three subscriptions and she doesn't really care if they're for fashion, housekeeping or wildlife.

best secret keeper. as long as they care about you. if they think it's important, wendy will go to the grave with what you tell them.

bi af, they're so much better with guys than girls. girls are just so... pretty, and smell so nice, and she finds herself getting tongue-tied and flustered and all red-faced trying to flirt back sometimes. guys are cute, but they're just guys.

with wendy, bribery gets you everywhere!

their middle name is indeed blerble. her dad claims it was supposed to be bluebelle and there was a horrible misunderstanding when it came to her birth certificate... they're not really sure if they believe that or if bluebelle is any better.

she misses her mom. a lot. but she doesn't grieve as much as she used to. wendy is pretty good at accepting things for how they are and moving on after a little time has passed. it just... would've been nice to have her there to talk to when they felt stressed, to look after them when they were sick, encourage them when school was rough. now she can look back on the memories she does have with her with a smile, but it doesn't erase the tears in her eyes.

has definitely been to a few feminist rallies and goes all out with their homemade signs.

getting around on skateboard > any other mode of transportation.

boots and converse. no other shoes allowed. the converse is almost always doodled on.

wendy doesn't really want to leave evermore. at least, not yet. if she goes back to gravity falls she has to figure shit out. here she doesn't have to worry about it because... she can't. she's stuck. the future is one big question mark and for her? that's perfect.

if you want the vision just listen to the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan.

[lottalottie]

charlotte la bouff is a 30 year old human based on lottie from the princess and the frog. she is an influencer with no powers. she uses she/her pronouns, and all of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: charlotte jenny la bouff

date of birth: august 7th, 1993

hometown: evermore

zodic: leo sun, virgo rising, aries moon

sexuality: heterosexual, heteromantic (so she thinks)

education: high school graduate

occupation: influencer

height: 5'2

hair: blonde

eye color: green

tattoos/piercings: earlobes

markings: n/a

mother: jennifer la bouff

father: eli la bouff

siblings: n/a

pets: stella, basset hound

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: faithful, optimistic, generous, poised, friendly

negative traits: egotistical, gullible, pampered, ditzy, impatient

likes: sweet tea, romance novels, fairytales, dresses, dancing, country music, fresh baked goodies, manicures, taylor swift, big hats, all things pink, plusses, cute charming men

fears: never falling in love, losing tiana or her father

dislikes: sweating, waiting, sneakers, jeans, runny mascara

hobbies: daydreaming, reading, shopping, taking selfies

aesthetics: peaches, fluffy pink comforters, high heels, doodled hearts, pink frosting cupcakes, azaleas, boots, sparkly tiaras, beignets, pearl necklaces, feather boas, miss dior eau

HEADCANONS.

lottie is a sweetheart. she's someone who is naive, generous and too kind-hearted for her own good, though she may not seem it from a first glance. it would be easy to assume she cares more about the way she dresses than someone else's well-being, but that's just not true. spoiled, charlotte was also loved growing up. she never had to want for her parents affection. she was her daddy's little princess and the apple of her momma's eye, and they taught her how to be as good as she looked.

sometimes she forgets that everyone isn't the same as her. she expects people to treat her how she would treat them, which can lead to... problems.

the hardest thing she has been through was losing her momma. she was only around six when she passed away. playing with tiana was truly the distraction her little heart needed to cope through it all. she misses that woman so much, still, and she wishes her momma was here to see the young lady she grew into. she still loves her with her whole heart. she just has to love her from afar now.

she keeps waiting for some beautiful man with beautiful eyes to sweep her off her feet. sometimes she thinks she lets her imagination go too far. when she's out walking stella she often imagines bumping into a cutie with a dog of his own. they'd strike up a conversation, their pups would start playing together, and that would be that. at the ice cream parlor, she imagines the man before her in line asking her for help with selection. she cracks an innocent little joke, his eyes meet hers, and the world stops.

she knows that she is a strong independent woman who doesn't need a man! but is it so bad to want one?

she just... loves love. and she knows there's someone out there for her. hopefully in evermore.

lottie loves flowers - she grew up playing in an absolutely beautiful garden that was started by her mother, and it feels wrong to not be surrounded by floral scenery. though she doesn't have a yard for all that here, she has plants sitting in almost all of her windowsills. she doesn't have quite the green thumb her momma did, but they're all managing... for now.

marilyn monroe is her hero.

charlotte doesn't really... do casual. even her bedtime outfits consist of pink satin pj set and a 'messy' bun without a hair out of place. she has to do her makeup to go to the grocery store. it isn't that she's worried about being seen natural. maybe a little. she just loves looking her very best. it makes her feel her very best. she's not judging anyone who is there in their yoga pants, though; to them, she would say, "you look as pretty as a peach, darlin'!"

she has lots of southern phrases. i feel like that goes without saying... but i'm gonna say it anyway.

probably one of very few people you'll ever meet that says "bless your heart" unironically.

her favorite past time is romance novels. there's nothing better than pouring a nice tall glass of sweet tea, grabbing a copy of pride and prejudice and cozying herself into a hammock. she could lose herself in stories for hours. hoping one day she's part of one.

she has a sweet tooth... but specifically baked goods. she's not so much of a candy person. she does like chocolate, but specifically bon-bons and fancy little boxes - not hershey bars. her favorite, though? a nice warm apple pie. a chocolate chip croissant. sweet enough to eat the whole thing without getting a toothache. if she's being real specific, her favorite is anything tia bakes her. that girl bakes with love.

she rarely calls tiana by her name. it's always tia.

she's thought of working as a florist or something for a living, but honestly, running her social media is a full time job and one that she can't let go of. it boosts her ego, but it's also creative and it's fun.

[sparrxwmxn]

inspired  by  : terence sparrowman 

Added inspo! Link (Breath of the Wild), Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Terence Hanson

05/07/2001

He/Him

Exploring 

Neutral Good 

Hufflepuff

past !!

Terence was laughed into existence by a robust baby and skittered with purpose across the waves to Neverland. 

As soon as he came to consciousness, he was instantly in love with the brilliant sparkle of the dust falling at the Great Tree. 

And so it began; the repetition of days, flying around Pixie Hollow to deliver dust, to be everyone’s provider, and never think about it once. 

Eventually, Terence began to feel a bit of emptiness. All of his friends had a purpose, something that drove them out of bed every day. Terence liked being a dust keeper fine, but what was his higher purpose? 

present !!

Waking up in Evermore was like the curtains drawing back on his life. 

For the first time, Terence was free to choose what to do, where to go, who to be with… And at first that freedom was overwhelming. 

Wandering around Evermore, he stumbled across the movie theater with the ‘Now Hiring’ sign in the booth window and decided to apply. 

He loved getting to chat with the citizens of Evermore as they came in to see movies and buy popcorn. 

And that is where he has been ever since! 

future !!

So what’s next for Terence? Without the title of “Dust Keeper”, he’s got to figure out something new. Maybe he could be a chef, or a dancer, or a cowboy! 

And maybe he can finally get over his crush on Talia by dating? Who’s to say. 

More to come…

taken connections

To Be Continued…

wanted connections

To Be Continued…

HEADCANONS:

Terence has his own secret stash of dust. It's not in the most creative place, hidden under his bed, but as the stock gets lower and lower, he's been feeling an unusual selfish urge to keep it for himself. 

Terence loves romantic comedies. He thinks they are the ideal to work towards, sweet summer child. So please forgive him if he starts trying some goofy moves on your muse. 

Terence enjoys reading. He got a card for the Uni library and checked out as many books as he could. It helps pass the time if the movie is full and he can't sit in the back and watch. He's recently discovered Brandon Sanderson which will keep him busy for a couple of months at least. 

Terence hangs out at Neverland almost every weekend. He loves to sing and dance and get drunk… but he'd never admit that to anyone, especially Tink. 

Terence got a tattoo soon after they arrived in Evermore. A minimalist feather, tattooed on the inside of his right forearm, the first act of self-expression he'd ever done. He loves it, and might get another soon.

[nofoxgivcn]

— 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ɪꜱ ᴀ 𝟐𝟔 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝐙𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐄 ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. ʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌 ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ.

— 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

𓃠 ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀꜱ ᴘɪʙᴇʀɪᴜꜱ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇ 𓃠 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 12ᴛʜ, 1998 𓃠 ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ: ᴜɴᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ 𓃠 ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ꜱᴜɴ, ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴠɪʀɢᴏ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ 𓃠 ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ (ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ) 𓃠 ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇ 𓃠 ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴘᴀᴡɴ ꜱʜᴏᴘ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇ 𓃠 ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2 𓃠 ʜᴀɪʀ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ 𓃠 ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ʙʀᴏᴡɴ 𓃠 ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ/ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ 𓃠 ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʀɪʙꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴇʟʟ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ 𓃠 ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇ 𓃠 ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇ 𓃠 ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ 𓃠 ᴘᴇᴛꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

𓃠 ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ᴄʜᴀʀɪꜱᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ, ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ 𓃠 ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ᴜɴᴛʀᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ, ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱɴᴀʀᴋʏ, ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ 𓃠 ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: ᴇɴᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅᴇᴅ, ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ, ᴍᴜᴢᴢʟᴇꜱ 𓃠 ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴇʀʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇꜱ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ, ʜᴀᴡᴀɪɪᴀɴ ꜱʜɪʀᴛꜱ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ, ꜱʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʙꜱ 𓃠 ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ʙᴀᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴘʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ɢᴀʀʟɪᴄ, ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴄɪᴛʀᴜꜱ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ, ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴀxᴇꜱ, ʙᴜʟʟɪᴇꜱ 𓃠 ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: ᴊᴏɢɢɪɴɢ, ᴄᴏɴɴɪɴɢ, ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀꜱ/ᴄᴏɪɴꜱ, ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ/ᴡᴏʀɴ ɪᴛᴇᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴘ 𓃠 ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ: ʜᴏᴍᴇᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱɪᴄʟᴇꜱ, ꜰʀᴇꜱʜʟʏ ɪʀᴏɴᴇᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛꜱ, ꜱᴜɴɢʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴋɴɪᴄᴋ-ᴋɴᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ᴛᴠ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴏɴᴇ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ꜱᴘʀɪᴛᴢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏɢɴᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ, ᴇᴀʀʙᴜᴅꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɢʏᴍ ʙᴇɴᴄʜ, ɢʀᴀʏ ʏᴏɢᴀ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ, ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴄʀɪʙʙʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ᴄᴜᴘꜱ, ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

𓃠 ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀʟ, ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ "ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ" ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴜʏ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. (ᴜɴ)ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ. 𓃠 ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ, ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ᴏʀ ꜱᴇʟꜰʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɪᴛ. ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴍ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. 𓃠 ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴜᴘ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ. 𓃠 ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪʀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ; ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. 𓃠 ᴛʜ��ᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ, ɴɪᴄᴋ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ - ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴊᴜᴅʏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴠ���ʀ ᴏɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ… ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜɴ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇQᴜᴀʟ ʙʀᴀɪɴꜱ. 𓃠 ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ, ɴɪᴄᴋ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜʏ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀɢᴀʀᴛᴇɴ ᴀɢᴇ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀɴ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ, ɴɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ. 𓃠 ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ. ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴍᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ ᴅɪᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ. 𓃠 ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏɢᴀ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ. 𓃠 ɴɪᴄᴋ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ꜱʟᴜᴛ, ᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ… ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀʟᴋ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. 𓃠 ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇ-ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ. ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀʟᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏɴ-ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ. ᴏʀ ᴀ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ. ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. 𓃠 ɴɪᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴊᴏɪɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴇᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ! 𓃠 ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴀᴋᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴍ'ꜱ. 𓃠 ʏᴇꜱ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴀxᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ. 𓃠 ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴄᴏᴜᴛꜱ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ. ɴɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜᴢᴢʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪᴛ ɪɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ꜰᴏxᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ.

[ohxnxnani]

inspired  by  :  nani pelekai // lilo & stitch

Added inspo! Padme Amidala (Star Wars), Gamora (MCU), Hera Syndulla (Rebels) more coming soon… 

Nani Pelekai // Anna Akana 

4/11/1993

Aries 

She/Her 

Heterosexual 

Chaotic Good 

present !! 

Evermore was a curveball that blindsided Nani. It felt like her carefully constructed life had been kicked down and she was scrambling to pull the pieces together. It was a relief to have a support system around her at least, with David and Jumba and Pleakley. 

The pieces she was able to slot into place included a morning shift at Java Lava and the closing shift at Gusteau’s… Pretty much every day. 

It helped that Lilo was finally becoming more and more independent.

However, Nani has discovered that she has just a smidge of room in her life for hobbies like pottery. There’s nothing as soothing as the potting wheel spinning as she molds the clay.  

future !!

Nani is sick of being a waitress. It’s a fine living, sure, but if she’s ever going to break the cycle they are in, she needs to do something more. She’s got her eye on The Evemore Chronicle’s lead editor position, if she can just get her portfolio up to snuff. 

While Nani loves David, she wants to give herself the space to explore the various folks around town, before she settles for what is comfortable and known. 

Nani wants to be the one taken care of, for once in her life. Whatever that means, she just knows she is looking for it.

taken connections

Lilo Pelekai:  Her baby sister, Nani’s reason for living, but also the biggest pain in her ass. She loves that kid more than life itself and only wants the best for her. 

Mabel Pines: If there’s one thing Nani knows, it’s eccentric, slightly weird kids. In many ways Mabel reminds her of Lilo, and she keeps an eye out for her, even if she has no idea.

wanted connections

Alfred Linguini: The chef at one of the restaurants she works at, Nani has never had a normal conversation with the guy, but he makes her laugh. She’s not complaining.

Duchess Bonfamille: Though she is only thirteen years older than her, Duchess feels so very motherly, Nani can’t help but be drawn to her. She brings a comfort she hasn’t felt since her own mother passed.

[plaguedpirate]

  　  　  　  　  　  　    　　𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊

zarina zarate is based on zarina from disney fairies. she is a 28 year old fairy, peddler, and uses she/her pronouns. she has the power of flight and pixie dust alchemy.

penned by HARPER

reflection

face claim: seychell gabriel sexuality: bisexual height: 5'3 eye color: brown hair color: brown piercings: n/a - she took them all out upon arriving to evermore tattoos: n/a

attitude

positive traits: adaptable, resourceful, independent, industrious, humorous, perceptive, protective negative traits: paranoid, withdrawn, defensive, self-destructive, compulsive, mischievous likes: the ocean, alchemy, experimenting with things usually left untouched, nature walks, french braids, the smell of freshly-poured coffee, wearing boots for almost every occasion, the smell of fresh cut wood, wanderlust, being alone dislikes: being ignored, having her ideas shut down, allowing her trauma to resurface, saying goodbye, car horns, closed-minded people, feeling like she can't breathe, being taken advantage of, sweating phobias: athazagoraphobia ( the fear of being forgotten ) hobbies: collecting trinkets, buying strange beverages from the liquor store and sampling them, being a porch pirate, singing sea shanties under her breath, experimenting with the remaining pixie dust she has in the solitude of her apartment, watching pirate movies and weirdly reminiscing. aesthetic: the smell of sea salt, the feeling of sand between bare toes, flannels and heavy boots, a multipurpose red scarf, a forgotten driftwood scented candle crackling on a dining room table, the smoke that trails from an extinguished flame, the sensation of relief that comes along with stretching, an old fashioned with extra orange bitters, whispers of the past coming from the faces of those one left behind

relations

mother: n/a father: n/a sibling(s): n/a pet(s): n/a

headcanons

⚔ zarina is reluctant in building connections with people due to having so many of her past relationships result in her being cast to the wayside or taken advantage of. her trust issues run particularly deep and so earning her respect or allegiance takes A LOT. ⚔ zarina isn’t proud of being a peddler but given as it is the only “talent” she has ?? she’ll take it. her acting skills have certainly started an upwards climb, given as she could gaslight anyone into believing an object she was selling did in fact come from an ancient burial ground and NOT their backyard. ⚔ the fairy has mixed and conflicting feelings about the other fairies; they were part of a community that had rejected her full force and with little remorse; a community who doubted her and belittled her curiosities. she believes none of them had taken her side when the accident happened, and accuses them of never even bothering to hear her out. whether or not those accusations are true aren’t important to zarina, and so she only trusts them as far as she could throw them. ⚔ she loves a good old-fashioned made with whiskey distilled at on ship in salt-infused barrels. jefferson’s ocean is a fave, and she always gets an extra twist of orange in hers. no extra twist?? she won’t drink it.  ⚔ the ocean was a safe space for her, endless rolling waves that moved without judgment, without question, without doubting themselves. not having an ocean in evermore is really hard for her, but the lakes in the park and the creeks in the river are likely where she can be found when she’s stuck in her own head… which is often. ⚔ when she’s stressed, walking alone at night, or feeling particularly anxious; she’ll sing old sea-shanties to herself to build her confidence and make her feel safe. a weird habit, being as those who taught her the shanties completely abandoned her and threatened her life but… part of her sometimes misses the crew she was with. even if it was temporary, for a short while, zarina felt like her and her talents meant something. therefore, the shanties are a weird comfort for her. ⚔ zarina is conflicted about their feelings being trapped in evermore… part of her has found peace with it, the other part of her yearns for a life in which she is able to do more. all she has ever wanted was to do more.

[mcllydavis]

MOLLY DAVIS is a 19 year old HUMAN based on MOLLY from TOY STORY. She is a COLLEGE STUDENT with NO POWERS. She uses SHE/HER pronouns, and all of her memories are intact.

molly is sweet, but a bit superficial. she cares a little too much about how she presents herself and what others think of her, while not knowing what she even thinks of herself.

her whole life she feels like she’s been in a shadow. if not her brother's, then anyone else's. it seems like every person she meets has something special about them, and she has yet to tap into anything special about her. she can make cool collages out of magazines, she can sing every word to every song on the top 100, she can match the ugliest pair of shoes with an outfit that makes them almost look cute... but does any of that really mean anything?

she wants to mean something. not just to someone else, or everyone else, but to herself as well. she wants to make her mom and brother proud. she wants to know her dad could be out there smiling down on her, saying ‘that's my girl!’ she wants to look in the mirror and know the person that's staring back at her. but sometimes it just feels like there's an emptiness where her personality should be. like she's nothing but an imposter.

rachel green stan! she's not gonna say she's her role model, but she's not gonna say she's not either. the way she dresses, men falling at her feet, the way she built herself up. what's not to love? friends is her comfort show and when she sees rachel, she almost feels like maybe one day she could be the main character, too.

bi af, and she has an inkling that's the case, but she has never put it to the test. it's hard for her to figure out if she is just in awe of other pretty girls because she wants to be them... or because deep down she wants to be with them.

molly constantly has earbuds in. she's gotten in trouble a few times for drowning teacher's voices out with some britney spears. it's annoying when she has to constantly take them out to talk to someone, too. tell her everything the first time, or wait until she gets bored of whatever playlist she's listening to!

her style changes a lot. it's not even her style. she goes through phases trying to figure out what fits her and how to appeal to her friends. she still has her nose piercing from the time she thought she wanted to dress in all black with punk boots and chains. she has played around with several personas, but she always seems to circle back to the 90s vibe eventually. headbands, scrunchies, plaid skirts, denim...

she was born in the wrong era, she tells you! she was meant to be a 90s girl!

for the first several years of her life, molly dealt with bad dreams. she would wake up screaming and crying until her mother and brother could soothe her back to sleep. she remembers them so vividly. they seemed so real that a part of her wonders if she really tried, she could do what andy does... but she has tried, and it's gotten her nowhere.

she doesn't feel like she missed out much by not having her dad, she never met him, she never had the chance to love him, but her heart does ache for her family that did and miss him deeply.

she is in school for design, but she's not sure if that's what she wants to do with her life. it's something she cares about, she enjoys her classes, but it doesn't always seem like her thing.

she doesn't have a thing. and that's what bothers her the most.

[partialdarkncss]

VERONICA SANTOS is a 30 year old HUMAN based on DUSK from SCOOBY DOO AND THE HEX GIRLS. She is a BARTENDER with NO POWERS. She uses SHE/HER pronouns, and most of her memories are intact.

Veronica is a wrecking ball. She’s loud and blunt and doesn’t know how to bite her tongue, and if she did, wouldn’t be able to control herself!

She’s spontaneous. She goes after what she wants in the moment without thinking about the future. She doesn’t want to think about the future.

When the band was formed, Dusk was a blonde. A rebellious teenage decision that followed her into stardom. It isn’t her proudest look, but she doesn’t regret it. It was iconic. She finally went natural when she was twenty five, though, and she’s gotta say she looks better with darker, healthier hair.

Veronica pretty much uses her real name and her band name interchangeably. She’s been Dusk for so long to so many people, sometimes she doesn’t think before introducing herself that way. She doesn’t really care what people call her --- Veronica, Dusk, V, D, Ver, it’s all the same to her. Unless it’s an insult. Then you’re getting a black eye.

Her favorite color is green. Her closet is at least 90% green and black with a pop of purple, as are her makeup products. She looks great with a dark red, but you’ll almost always find her applying black lipstick instead.

She gets around on her motorcycle for the most part. That is green, of course.

Dusk tends to steer clear of love. That doesn’t mean relationships. She’s happy to go on dates and connect with people. But when she commitment comes in, when it starts to feel serious, that’s when she freaks out. Sure, it hurts. But it would hurt a hell of a lot more when they leave. So she’ll keep choosing to rip the band-aid off.

She enjoys scaring people. She’s a harmless prankster, putting bugs on shoulders and jumping out to screech ‘boo!’ She just loves the rush. And making people scream.

She feels trapped in Evermore, and she can’t stand that. It puts her in a ‘fight or flight’ mindset... except flight isn’t an option. It’s still better than her hometown, though, so if she can’t leave, she’d rather be here.

She’ll laugh in the face of death, but living scares her. Moving forward, being alone, losing people. Danger is fun. That kind of thing is not.

Veronica doesn’t think she ever wants to be a mother. It isn’t that she doesn’t like children. She actually loves children. And animals. They’re much better than adults and humans, and she has a soft spot for them. But she knows how much losing her mother hurt, and she knows how hard it is for her to stick around. She doesn’t want to put her own child through that, as much as she likes to believe she never would. It’s better to not take that chance.

She also never planned on having a pet, but life had other plans. One night when the girls were on tour, she found this scrawny little kitten and snuck him into her hotel room. She planned on keeping him overnight, just so he was safe until she could get him to a shelter the next day... but he had her wrapped around his little paw within hours. She named him Peart, after the Rush drummer, of course, bought him a spiked collar, and he became her best little companion. She’s so glad he’s here with her in Evermore, or she truly would lose her mind worrying about him.

She often drinks on the job. She doesn’t want to get fired or anything, but she also kind of doesn’t care. It can’t be that hard to find another place hiring a bartender, and she needs something to make the other drunks bearable.

She has a natural beauty mark on her cheek, like the cartoon.

Dusk doesn’t think she cares about saving the world quite as much as her friends do. She obviously cares about Earth and she isn’t going to go out of her way to trash it or create unnecessary waste... but truthfully, she doesn’t think that it matters if she recycles or not. She’s just on person. But she can spin that pessimistic view around to hate on the other people not doing it, so that’s a win.

She does believe in all things witchy, though also maybe not as much as Thorn and Luna. She turns to tarot cards for advice (that she’ll never take) and chooses herbs over pharmaceuticals anytime she can, but she’s not walking around with crystals in her pockets. Though sometimes she wonders if she should be.

[nowimthebadguy]

MAUDE GOTHEL is a TEMPORARILY IMMORTAL HUMAN based on MOTHER GOTHEL from TANGLED. She is a PLASTIC SURGEON with NO POWERS. She uses SHE/HER pronouns, and most of her memories are intact.

Maude was born in the 1600s. She lived in China for the first part of her life, only traveling to find immortality. She was in her sixties when she did, and would take trips back to America every few years to rejuvenate, until the immigration bill was passed and she was finally able to move countries and become a citizen.

Some may think that Maude didn't have a loving family growing up. That is simply not true. While strict, from an entirely different time, her parents were very loving. Her mother was a kind, doting lady and she was the apple of her father’s eye. They were as understanding as they could be. She would probably miss them, but 400 years is a fairly long time to get through the mourning stage.

Opera was her first love. She fell in love with the stage, the applause, and eventually became involved with it herself. While she moved onto Broadway and the big screen, it was opera that lit that fire in her. That drive for success. That need to be seen and adored.

Maude doesn’t see herself as a villain. She is doing nothing but putting her needs first, and can’t fathom what is so wrong with that. Selfish, yes, but she’s not heartless! She loves herself plenty.

Maude was arranged to marry young. Strangely enough, her husband to be fell ill and died before their wedding night, and she was able to be an unmarried widow to his family.

Maude Gothel is not her birth name. Changing it made breaking into show-biz easier.

You’ll rarely catch Maude without gloves. While she does love the aesthetic, the reason she keeps them on is so she doesn’t have to see her own wrinkled skin.

She cared about Rapunzel as much as she could. More than her own biological daughter. But Maude is all about Maude and wouldn’t hesitate to push her out a window if she benefited from it. 

She isn’t afraid of dying so much as she is aging.

Red is her favorite color.

She will never understand the elderly that are stuck in their ways. Look how long she’s been around, from before television was invented to the social media wave, and she’s had no trouble moving with the changes.

The Marilyn Monroe era was her favorite. The riches, the simplicity, the fans. She’d consider it her prime.

She has no experience with plastic surgery, she just flubbed some papers to get the green light. Luckily there isn’t a big market for nose jobs in Evermore. Even living the lavish lifestyle she has plenty of funds saved from her family’s money and her glory days. The job is only a cover, and if anyone ever makes an appointment, well, she’ll just have to do the best she can.

[naturallytwofaced]

MASON REED is a 36 year old HUMAN based on THE MAYOR from THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS. He is a MAYOR with NO POWERS. He uses HE/HIM pronouns, and some of his memories are intact.

This man is trying! his!! best!!!

He has no idea how he fell into the role of mayor, but he takes his responsibilities seriously. Perhaps a little too seriously. 

He just wants everyone to be happy! Why is it so hard to make everyone happy?

He is absolutely convinced that Oz and his minions are up to something, but also too afraid to really go sticking his nose in his business. As long as none of the citizens seem in danger... he’d rather look the other way.

He’s also a little convinced that Shona specifically may be out to kill him. 

Mason hears rumors about there being non-humans lurking in Evermore, and while he would welcome them with open arms, the thought is terrifying and he hopes that’s all they are: rumors.

Dude wants love. He wants to be loved. He wants affection. He wants to spoil someone. He wants a healthy relationship. But it’s been so long since he’s dated. Long before Evermore. He can hardly remember it. So he throws himself into his work.

He loves holidays. He doesn’t know how to not be extravagant.

Spends more time in his office than his house, even if there’s nothing to do. You’ll still find him pouring over paperwork, trying to find ways to improve... anything.

He cares too much about his reputation. He wants everyone to like him. He doesn’t want to be involved in any scandals.

Mason is an ass-kisser. But he truly means well.

Too professional. Needs to let loose.

Never sleeps through the night.

He is beyond frazzled. And paranoid. And, like, one bad day away from a mental break.

Please be gentle him. He can’t take much more.

But also, where’s the fun in that? Wink, wink.

[pudgefeeder]

lilo pelekai is a 21 year old human based on lilo from lilo and stitch. she is a barista with no powers. she uses she/her pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: lilo kaimana pelekai

date of birth: november 20th, 2002

hometown: kauai, hawaii

zodic: scorpio sun, aquarius moon, cancer rising

sexuality: bi, possibly asexual

education: highschool graduate

occupation: barista at v8 cafe

height: 5′3

hair: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

tattoos/piercings: pierced earlobes

markings: n/a

mother: [redacted] pelekai

father: [redacted] pelekai

siblings: nani pelekai, stitch jookiba

pets: n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: eccentric, daring, empathetic, faithful, authentic

negative traits: dramatic, stubborn, capricious, unorganized, turbulent

fears: driving/vehicles (especially in bad weather), losing people, feeling trapped, clowns

likes: elvis presley, music from the 50s-70s, black and white movies, horror movies, shaved ice, fresh fruit, smoothies, looking at constellations, plushies

dislikes: rules, following rules, being told to calm down, showing weakness, crying in front of people, being left out, broccoli, being scolded, living somewhere without an ocean

hobbies: making dolls, practicing voodoo and black magic, people watching, binging conspiracy theories when she should be asleep, taking pictures (before evermore - surfing, swimming, collecting seashells, making sandcastles, hula dancing)

aesthetics: vintage record players, late night rabbit holes, hibiscus flowers tucked behind the ear, out of focus polaroids taped to bedroom walls, extra pineapple on pizza, sandals, ufos doodled on the back of notebooks, peanut butter sandwiches floating through the ocean, throwing fists, a backpack stuffed with random receipts and small broken objects, going from laughing to shouting in a matter a seconds, long melodramatic sighs, coconut shells, red muumuus, toes covered in sand, being in a crowd of people and feeling alone

HEADCANONS.

lilo is an old soul, and would like everyone to know she liked polaroids and record players before it was cool... for this generation.

she also genuinely prefers black and white movies.

she has a polaroid camera that she carries with her everywhere, a gift from her parents. film can be expensive and hard to find, but she much prefers it to new cameras and especially cell phone cameras.

she doesn’t use social media often if at all.

she practices voodoo. has no idea what she’s doing, but she likes reading up on it and pretending.

dramatic bean! so dramatic! over silly little things!

every thursday since she was a child she used to feed pudge the fish a sandwich. she swears it’s the same fish. she worries now that he misses her and he’s going to get angry that he’s not getting fed and punish her. she knows it’s a silly thought, but she still can’t help but believe it.

lilo is terrified of cars. especially when it’s storming. ever since her parents died she refuses to get her license and will walk anywhere that she can.

she carries a picture of her family with her everywhere she goes. she sleeps with it under her pillow at night. the more time that passes, the more she worries she will forget them. the sound of their voices is harder to place. If she ever loses this picture, she will have a complete breakdown.

she likes to look up at the stars and remember the funny constellations her mother would come up with and point out to her when she was a child.

elvis is the best artist and if you say otherwise she will judge you.

she is a sucker for all things coconut!

she could stay up until seven am going down a YouTube conspiracy theory rabbit hole.

lilo is asexual; while she is not against a relationship, she is definitely not seeking one out and would have to like someone in a way she’s never liked anyone before to consider it.

pineapple does go on pizza. pineapple goes on absolutely everything. all the time.

she refuses to eat seafood. fish are friends, not food!

doesn’t really own any dresses. she had several muumuus back at home, and maybe one sundress that collected dust in her closet.

as a child she used to make her own toys. like her dolls. they didn’t have a lot of money, and she also enjoyed the hobby.

she does not handle her emotions very well. she doesn’t seem to function the way other people do. sometimes she wonders if something is wrong with her. usually things build and build and when they come out... it isn’t pretty.

total beach bum. probably goes without saying.

lilo was quite honestly surfing before she could walk. she misses the ocean since it was her favorite thing to do, but also because it’s the only place she still feels like her dad is around.

big nani and david shipper. she just wants her sister to be happy. but she wants her sister to be happy with david.

does not do well with change. at all.

believes in aliens, obviously.

but also believes in vampires, witches, ghouls, you name it.

hawaii is her favorite place in the entire world, and she is so deeply proud of where she comes from.

her second biggest passion besides surfing is hula dancing. she was in competitions for it growing up. It’s been a long time since she’s done it on stage, but she still enjoys it, and it’s the only kind of dance she is truly good at.

she doesn’t care what her sister says, she still thinks a lobster would be a good pet.

lilo will not change herself for anyone, but sometimes, if she’s being honest, she wishes more people could just... love her for how she is.

[swizzcheese]

 — 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ‘𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐙’ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 ɪꜱ ᴀ 𝟐𝟓 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐄 ᴡɪᴛʜ 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒. ʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌 ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ.

— 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

🏎 ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀᴡʏᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴀʀᴋᴇʏ 🏎 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 3ʀᴅ, 1998 🏎 ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ: ʙᴜʀʟɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ, ᴠᴇʀᴍᴏɴᴛ 🏎 ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴜɴ, ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ 🏎 ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ/ʙɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ (ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ) 🏎 ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇ 🏎 ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇ 🏎 ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2 🏎 ʜᴀɪʀ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ 🏎 ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ʙʀᴏᴡɴ 🏎 ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ/ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ: ᴇᴀʀʟᴏʙᴇꜱ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇᴅ, ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ, ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇ, "ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ" ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴡʀɪꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ, ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʀᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴘɪᴋᴇ, ᴀ ᴡɪʟᴛᴇᴅ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ ʟɪʟʏ, ɢʀᴀᴘᴇꜱ, ᴀ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ, ᴀ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ, ᴀ ꜱᴋᴜʟʟ, "ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ", ꜱᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ʏᴀʀɴ, ᴀ ᴡʜɪꜱᴋᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ, ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴛʀᴇᴇ, ᴀ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ "ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ" ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ʙʏ ʜɪꜱ ʀɪʙꜱ 🏎 ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢꜱ: ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢꜱ, ᴀʀᴍꜱ, ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ 🏎 ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴊᴇɴɴɪꜰᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴀʀᴋᴇʏ ᴍɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ 🏎 ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ꜱᴀᴡʏᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴀʀᴋᴇʏ 🏎 ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ: ᴀʟᴀɪɴᴀ ᴍɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ 🏎 ᴘᴇᴛꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

🏎 ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ᴅᴀᴜɴᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ, ʜᴜᴍᴏʀᴏᴜꜱ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ, ᴀɢɪʟᴇ, ʀᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ 🏎 ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ᴅɪꜱɪɴɢᴇɴᴜᴏᴜꜱ, ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴏᴠᴏᴋᴇᴅ​, ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ 🏎 ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ (ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀ) 🏎 ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜰᴜɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ, ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ 🏎 ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ-ᴅᴀᴅ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ, ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ 🏎 ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: ​ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇꜱ, ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ 🏎 ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ: ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴜᴄᴋʟᴇꜱ, ʙᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪꜱᴋᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ, ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛꜱ, ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴏɴ, ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ, ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍᴇᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴛ 100, ᴡɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ, ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇꜱ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ʙᴀɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴡ, ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍ, ᴏʟᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅꜱ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴄʟᴜʙ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴘɪʟʟ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ, ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ, ɢᴏᴏɢʟɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴɢᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀᴇꜱ, ꜱᴘʀᴀʏ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴄᴋꜱ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢꜱ, ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ᴇʏᴇʀᴏʟʟꜱ, ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ, ꜱᴀʀᴄᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ Qᴜɪᴘꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴄᴇʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ꜱʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

🏎 ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ… ʙᴜᴛ, ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. 🏎 ꜱᴡɪᴢᴢ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ. ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ… ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ. 🏎 ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴘɪᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ‘ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ’. 🏎 ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀʏ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋʙᴏʏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ, ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴏᴏᴋᴜᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ᴅ ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ. ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ. ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ. 🏎 ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛʟʏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴍᴇɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴜᴛʟᴇᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ, ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. 🏎 ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴡɪᴢᴢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇꜰᴛ. ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ, ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇ’ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡɪᴢᴢ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ. ʜɪꜱ ʙɪɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ, ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ. 🏎 ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ. 🏎 ʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴋɪɴ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰᴀÇᴀᴅᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ. ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. 🏎 ꜱᴡɪᴢᴢ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅꜱ, ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴏʙ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ Qᴜɪᴛ ɪᴛ ʏᴇᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ. 🏎 ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴜʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ. ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. 🏎 ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ… ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

— 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 !

🏎 ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ 🏎 ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ

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— 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈 ɪꜱ ᴀ 𝟐𝟔 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐈. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑 ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ. 

— 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

𓃬 ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴠɪᴛᴀɴɪ ᴀᴅᴀ ᴋᴀɢᴀɪ

𓃬 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴀᴜɢᴜꜱᴛ 15, 1997

𓃬 ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ: ᴜɴᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ

𓃬 ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: ʟᴇᴏ ꜱᴜɴ, ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴛᴀᴜʀᴜꜱ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ

𓃬 ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ/ʙɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ (ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ)

𓃬 ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇ

𓃬 ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ

𓃬 ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5′11

𓃬 ʜᴀɪʀ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ʙᴜᴢᴢᴄᴜᴛ

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𓃬 ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ/ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

𓃬 ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴜᴄᴋʟᴇꜱ, ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇɢꜱ, ꜱᴄᴀʀ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴇʏᴇ, ꜰʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ

𓃬 ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴢɪʀᴀ ᴋᴀɢᴀɪ

𓃬 ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴀꜱᴋᴀʀɪ ᴀᴅᴇᴏʏᴇ

𓃬 ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴜᴋᴀ ᴋᴀɢᴀɪ, ᴋᴏᴠᴜ ᴋᴀɢᴀɪ

𓃬 ᴘᴇᴛꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

𓃬 ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ʙᴏʟᴅ, ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ, ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ, ɪɴɴᴏᴠᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛ

𓃬 ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ, ʜᴇᴀᴅꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ɪʀʀɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ, ꜱᴘɪᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ

𓃬 ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ-ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ, ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ

𓃬 ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ, ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟʏ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ, ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ꜰʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴇx, ᴘʟᴀʏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ, ꜰɪʀᴇ

𓃬 ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ꜱɪᴍʙᴀ, ɴᴀʟᴀ, ᴋɪᴀʀᴀ, ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴡᴇʀꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ, ᴛᴇᴅɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɢᴏᴏᴅʏ-ᴛᴡᴏ-ꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ, ᴅᴏɢꜱ, ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴛ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛᴇᴅ

𓃬 ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: ᴇxᴇʀᴄɪꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ, ????????

𓃬 ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ: ꜱᴋɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴜᴄᴋʟᴇꜱ, ʀᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴄᴇ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪᴇ, ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ, ᴋɴᴇᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ʙᴏᴏᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ, ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴏᴛꜱ, ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙᴏx ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɴᴀɪʟꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴛ, ᴅɪʀᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙᴀɴᴅᴀɢᴇꜱ, ʟᴏᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜʟʏ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴄᴜʀʟʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴᴋ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍꜱ, ᴍɪꜱᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴏᴜꜱ ꜱᴍɪʀᴋꜱ, ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ ᴄᴀɴɪɴᴇꜱ, ꜰᴀɴᴄʏ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴄᴀʙɪɴᴇᴛ, ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

𓃬 ᴠɪᴛᴀɴɪ ɪꜱ, ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ.

𓃬 ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ. ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴠɪᴛᴀɴɪ ʜᴀꜱ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

𓃬 ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇᴅɢʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

𓃬 ᴠɪᴛᴀɴɪ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ.

𓃬 ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ ᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ. ꜱʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ.

𓃬 ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴋɪᴀʀᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ.

𓃬 ʀᴇᴅ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ. ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ.

𓃬 ꜱʜᴏᴘʟɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʜᴏʙʙʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴠɪᴛᴀɴɪ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋꜱ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴄᴇʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʙɪʟʟꜱ ᴘɪʟᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜᴏᴍᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ.

𓃬 ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ-ʟᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ... ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɪᴛ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ.

— 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 !

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