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DERIVED FROM POWER | CH. 1

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5

Summary: Y/N is frustrated with the life being a political figure’s daughter brings. That’s when she’s forced to meet a group of heroes that give her the worst news possible: she’s far from normal. But what will happen when Y/N can’t be the perfect girl her parents taught her to be?

A/N: This is my first fic, so please bear with me as I’m still figuring things out! Any constructive feedback is welcome! This first chapter is a lot of introduction, I promise there’s even better stuff coming. I’m planning for this to have at least 10 chapters, if not more. I hope you enjoy :)

WC: 3451

Warnings: Drinking, gun use, fighting, mean parents

CHAPTER ONE

The girl sighed as the green silk dress draped down past her legs to the floor. Another new article of clothing she delicately placed herself in, now turning back and forth in the mirror to see how it fell on her body. She liked this dress more than some of the others she’d worn. It had a nice v-cut neck, giving her collarbone some emphasis. The straps were thin to let her shoulders shine, too. And it complimented her figure well, leaving the girl dreading the news articles about her ‘scandalous attire’ she predicted would appear soon enough. Still, all the girl cared about was the fact she felt confident in it, so in the moment she tried to ignore her rising fears.

Tonight is yet another party the girl’s parents decided to attend, wanting to keep up their appearance as senators for the United States. As their daughter, the girl was expected to follow them to every trip, public statement, gathering, and of course party. She hated every single one, the feeling of everyone’s eyes drilling into her causing anxiety. She never liked the spotlight, let alone the political discourse that followed her everywhere. Even at her young age, she was expected to have an opinion and be able to articulate her surrounding thoughts. But she never was as into politics as her parents were.

A soft knock landed on the bedroom door, the young girl’s attention quickly being stolen from the mirror. “Y/N, your parents are headed to the car. They said they’re leaving in five minutes.” A woman who appeared in the doorway spoke. She was shorter, and had straight brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a kind smile with her form fitting gray pencil skirt and matching blazer. Y/N immediately smiled at her and nodded, hiding the frustration she felt toward her parents. Only they would force her to come to a party, and send the house manager to communicate the departure in their stead.

Brianne, the house manager and the woman in the doorway, was more like a maternal figure to Y/N than her own mother. Brianne was in charge of keeping household tasks on schedule, and organizing everything surrounding it. The maids, chef, everyone, all looked to Brianne for direction on when to do their jobs and how. Because Y/N’s parents were constantly working, the young girl often found herself in Brianne’s hands. She didn’t mind it too much, yet always longed for a true parental relationship with her real parents. Yet they cared more about politics than their own child.

Brianne closed the bedroom door soon after relaying her message. Luckily, Y/N was nearly ready. She had blow dried and curled her Y/C/H hair earlier, forcing her natural hair pattern to cower under the heat styling. Her parents always told her she looked prettier when she heat styled her hair, so ever since their first comment on it she kept doing it. It was a habit now- Y/N never let her natural hair show anymore.

She had put on some simple makeup, just to highlight and brighten her features but not too much to make her look too old. Y/N’s parents constantly reminded her that youth gets you far in any industry, to which they were usually met with an eye-roll or unimpressed expression.

Y/N took a moment in the mirror to look herself in the eyes. Being in the public eye meant she had to be a perfect daughter, teenager, and person. But there was one thing the young girl was hiding that she’d never told a single soul about. She had this strange ability, she could move things with her eyes. She could bring objects to her, or push them away, no matter how heavy they were.

But, she didn’t often get to use her special skill, as she didn’t want her parents to find out. Occasionally she’d grab a book from a shelf across the room, holding out her hand as it slid off the shelf and flew in the air towards her. Or, she’d throw the clothes from her floor onto the bed with one simple gaze from her eyes. She knew it wasn’t normal, so she kept the secret with her for all 18 years of her life.

Eventually, Y/N strutted out front of the house in her black high heels, the low light of the moon and front driveway lights illuminating the path to the car. The family’s house was a large contemporary-colonial style house, with lots of windows and pillars. They resided in New York, far enough away from the white house to have some privacy, but close enough that they could easily travel there for work.

The Rolls Royce SUV sat in the driveway, engine running. The driver exited the car to open the door for Y/N, her expression turning cold as she met her parents' judging faces inside. The door closed behind her and Y/N buckled her seatbelt, sitting in the opposite facing seat to both her parents. Her mom looked at her up and down, not trying to hide the tinge of disgust.

“Who let you buy that?” She commented on the dress, staring directly at its low neckline. Y/N looked down at her lap for a moment, watching her words to prevent her tone from ruining the night.

“Brianne took me shopping. You told me I can’t wear the same dress twice, so I got this one for tonight.” Y/N answered quietly. She knew her mom probably wouldn’t love the low cut, but Y/N liked it and Brianne told her how good it looked, so it felt right. The dresses her mom picked out always made Y/N feel like she was either a little kid, or a full grown adult. But Y/N was finally 18, and her excitement to make decisions like these stemmed into the purchases on her parent’s credit cards.

“Next time, get something less revealing. I don’t need to see pictures of your chest in tomorrow's newspaper. It’ll have to do for tonight though. Maybe Stark will have an extra jacket you can cover up with…” Her mom went on. Y/N rolled her eyes to herself, knowing at the party her parents would be too busy socializing to care about some stupid jacket. Y/N’s ears perked at hearing the name Stark, though. These parties were often political figures and their friends gathering, so the girl was intrigued to hear a name unrelated to politics.

The name Stark was familiar, and Y/N’s memory quickly jogged. “We’re going to Tony Stark’s house for a party? Why’re we invited?” She questioned her parents. She knew a bit about the billionaires franchise, and that her parents were friendly with him, but was unsure what business her senator parents had at a rich man's night of fun. Her mom scoffed, exchanging a glance with her father.

“Stark funds part of our campaign, and in return we offer him some… benefits.” Her mom said carefully. Y/N knew that in return for his support, her parents helped him weave some laws and watchful government eyes. It was further proof how devious those involved in politics could truly be, but Y/N already lacked trust in her parents.

The car drove down some winding roads, following the edge of the hill they lived on that overlooked the city. The night was beautiful, a dark navy sky full of stars holding up the bright moon, matching the glowing city lights down below that never ceased to burn. Y/N enjoyed looking up to the sky, watching the quiet world that sat above her. It was a nice break from her own life as she could float with the stars for only a moment.

Soon enough, the SUV pulled into a long driveway that curved in a loop out front of a large modern mansion. Y/N was impressed, seeing a house even larger than theirs. She was always curious as to why people needed all this space, she never felt a use for it. But her parents and Stark both had money to spend, so she presumed that was reason enough.

The driver opened the doors for the family and they headed up towards the large front doors. Inside, music could be heard playing in the foyer where a crowd of people socialized. The ceiling was tall, a second floor balcony overlooking the area around a large hanging chandelier. Floor to ceiling windows covered the farthest wall, standing behind a DJ booth and a bar area.

An older man with brown hair greeted the family, immediately going to hug Y/N’s mom and dad. “Laura! Paul! Welcome!” His attention was turned to the young girl in the stunning green dress as soon as he pulled away from the hug. “And here she is, Y/N Y/L/N, you’ve grown up since I last saw you!” He spoke, pulling Y/N into a side hug.. Y/N smiled as best as she could, making sure to keep eye contact with an expression that was reading properly. But she couldn’t quite remember him, or how he knew her.

“Tony, the inside looks amazing!” Laura beamed, admiring the interior of the house. After only a moment, Tony was walking away with her parents as he promised to show them a new renovation he did. Y/N was left alone in the foyer, the crowd now seeming a lot louder in the absence of the only two people she knew at the party. As great as it was to see Tony Stark, it wasn’t as great to be at another party alone, Y/N thought. She weighed her options, and ultimately decided to head for the bar.

Although at parties she was usually on her best behavior, Y/N knew this house was full of rich celebrities and individuals alike who didn’t care about rules. She wasn’t 21, but had drank with her friends before without her parents' knowledge. A few drinks wouldn’t hurt, and she knew no one would care- as long as her parents didn’t see. But Laura and Paul weren’t in sight, and the many bottles of alcohol were calling Y/N’s name.

She sat at one of the bar stools, adjusting her green dress to sit comfortably. A redhead turned to face the young girl, only looking up to make eye contact once Y/N spoke. “One shot of vodka, please, and a martini.” She ordered. The redhead raised her eyebrow, but nodded and prepared the drinks. She slid over a shot glass of the clear liquid, Y/N immediately taking it and downing it no problem. The woman behind the bar smiled, impressed, as she placed the martini down in the empty shot glass’s stead.

“Not a big party person?” The redhead asked. Y/N laughed, shaking her head and taking a small sip of the martini.

“Not really. I go to so many, they get old fast.” She spoke, careful not to overshare. She had some sense of comfort at this party, knowing everyone here was famous or known in some way. Most of them probably didn’t care about politics, let alone a senator's daughter. Y/N could be an average girl here. The redhead laughed, leaning against the counter behind her and crossing her arms.

“I get it. I’m always down for a party in celebration of something, like this one.” The redhead told her. Y/N nodded, understanding that feeling.

“What’re we celebrating tonight?” She asked. Before the redhead could answer, a whizzing sound could be heard. Within seconds, a large boom shook the house, leaving Y/N with wide eyes as the crowd screamed and scattered.

“Get down!” The redhead told the young girl, helping her move behind the bar quickly. She pulled her down, the two of them ducking below the counter as the sounds of more small explosions and gunshots rang through the house. “I’m Natasha, by the way.” The redhead spoke, peeking up every few seconds to gauge the situation.

“I- I’m Y/N.” The girl responded, too terrified to even formally introduce her full name. She preferred just her first name anyway, less formalities, but for now that didn’t matter as her name could be splayed on a grave if she didn’t focus. Her heart was racing as Natasha and her continued to hide behind the bar, debris from the chaos occasionally flying over.

Screams echoed through the house, the sound of heels and dress shoes crunching broken glass and debris as people ran filled the large rooms. Y/N’s eyes remained wide, her breath hitching when Natasha pulled out a gun and began to shoot over the counter. ‘Who is this woman?’ Y/N thought, now seeing the bartender become some kind of security personnel.

The gun firing died down for a moment, and Natasha bent back down to Y/N’s level. “We need to go, I need you to follow me.” She spoke, trying to meet Y/N’s eyes that began to dissociate into the floor. She was panicking, her own mind making her feel like her death would come at any moment. “Y/N Y/L/N.” Natasha spoke firmly, putting a hand on the girl's arm.

Y/N’s eyes finally rose, now processing Natasha’s words. She realized Natasha had used her full name, somehow knowing it, but quickly brushed it off as the chaos continued. She nodded, and slowly stood with the redhead as they waited for the right moment to move from behind cover. They darted across the foyer, over broken glass and fallen drywall. A few stray bullets zoomed behind them, just missing the pair.

The girl’s jaw dropped in shock as she noticed there were a few bodies trapped underneath heavy beams that had fallen from the ceiling. After making sure Natasha wasn’t looking towards her, she flicked her eyes from the beam to the floor in front of her, pulling it toward her so it lifted off the body. As they began to leave the foyer, Y/N couldn’t do much more than that without holding up the redhead and alerting her of the ability she possessed, so for now she hoped it would be enough to save a life.

Natasha kept her gun propped upwards as she led the girl down one of the hallways. It was silent, almost too silent. Y/N tried to keep her panicked breathing quiet as she watched Natasha guiding the way.

As they turned a corner, Natasha stopped in her tracks, holding out her arm to prevent Y/N from walking even one step more. Less than a second later, a large explosion erupted in the hallway in front of them, just over a yard away. Y/N shielded her eyes, a few pieces of rubble flying at her with a sharp sting as they grazed her skin. Her eyes watered at the pain, but she remained focused as the adrenaline pumped through her.

Natasha immediately continued to run, soon opening a door that led outside. Down a dimly lit path stood a black van. Y/N’s heart dropped, was this woman trying to kidnap Y/N, or save her? At this point, the girl wasn’t sure- but running back inside didn’t sound too appealing. There were a few times when people attempted to harm the senators and their family, but it was usually easily avoided with the help of their personal security team. This time though, her family’s security team was nowhere in sight.

Speaking of family, Y/N soon realized her parents were caught up in the same attack. “My parents, I have to go find them,” Y/N spoke, her voice weak and full of worry. In the glow of the moon, Natasha could see the girl's eyes watering, her eyebrows caving in with fear. And her arm slowly dripped with blood, but it didn’t seem to bother her too much.

“Don’t worry about them, I promise they’re safe. We have to move, now.” Natasha spoke calmly, yet firmly. Y/N’s mind raced with a million more questions. How did Natasha know her parents were safe? Where were they? Where was Natasha taking her? But there was no time to ask as the redhead quickly sped toward the van.

Y/N could see the dark figures of a few other people getting in the van and already sitting inside. As they approached, Natasha opened the back doors and gestured for Y/N to step inside. She could see a few faces in the near dark, all staring directly at her. “Look, if you’re going to kidnap me at least just tell me. I can’t take any more surprises tonight.” Y/N begged, exhaling deeply as her eyes teared up. Natasha laughed, a few people inside the van adding a chuckle. Y/N looked at them, slightly appalled.

“We aren’t kidnapping you, your parents set this up. We’re saving you from getting kidnapped.” Natasha explained, slightly entertained. Y/N looked from her to the other passengers back and forth quickly, now more confused than ever.

“What?-” She began. There was no time to finish, as the sound of gunshots grew louder. Y/N quickly moved to step in the van, knowing it was her only shot at avoiding a bullet wound tonight. One of the passengers in the van reached out an arm to help her up, offering the seat next to him as everyone inside made room. Natasha quickly jumped inside after, closing the van doors with haste. The car sped off, making everyone lean to the side a bit as gravity pulled them.

The gunshots grew quieter, silence taking over the van as Tony’s house became smaller. Now that the immediate threat of getting shot wasn’t weighing over the girl, she looked around. She could see Natasha, and a few more men. A soft glow of technology came from the driver's seat of the car, lighting the man at the wheel’s face. It was Tony, manning the van. He wasn’t even touching the wheel now, as the car seemed to drive itself with a complex looking computer setup.

Natasha turned a small overhead light on, the back of the vehicle now being lit well enough for Y/N to make out the people sitting with her. A guy with dusty brown hair and a bow hooked over his shoulder, a larger guy with long blonde hair and a hammer of some kind, and a sandy haired guy sitting beside Y/N.

“Can I patch that up?” Natasha pointed to Y/N’s bleeding arm, the girl’s eyebrows raising as she finally noticed her injury. She nodded, Natasha switching places with the sandy haired guy so she could easily clean up the wound. As she wiped off the blood and cleaned the source of it, leaving Y/N wincing, she was able to take a closer look at the sandy haired character. Her expression twisted in confusion when she noticed his familiar face.

“I know you… how do I know you?” She asked him. He laughed, looking to the other passengers to exchange a glance. Natasha nodded at him, beginning to wrap gauze around Y/N’s arm. She looked around in frustration, annoyed that they all knew something she didn’t. Suddenly, it clicked. She recalled the man's face and where she saw him last. The man waited for her to say it, his eyebrows raised as he saw she connected the dots. “You’re my family’s security guard—Johnson…but you look slightly different?” She realized.

The man was definitely the security guard, but he wasn’t wearing sunglasses or a black tux. He also somehow looked more youthful, like his position as a security personnel involved a disguise. The man laughed. “I am… or was. Undercover.” He told her. She lifted an eyebrow, unsure what he meant by that. “I’m an agent for SHIELD. But more importantly, an Avenger. I’m Steve Rogers, this is Clint Barton, Thor, and you probably met Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff. Your parents needed extra security and we were put on the job.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped slightly. She knew about the Avengers. Their names often swirled government meetings or secret gatherings full of hushed voices. They were a hot topic in the political world, but even more incredibly, they were superheroes. “My parents are working with a bunch of superheroes? What did they need extra security for?” Y/N questioned. They were average senators, what could they possibly need a group of superheroes for?

Steve hesitated, looking at the group for a moment before continuing. “You.”

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Cast Thus Far...

DISCLAIMER:

I rewrote Hazbin and Helluva to fit the plot of my story, I will be giving them different names and personalities, adding my OCs, and changing most of the lore, so for the tags… they're canon names but some may go by different names here. Lore, characters, and ideas will be HEAVILY based on Lovesart23's ideas and some other AUs, like Kaldeya… and will be interspersed with my OWN LORE! So don't try to get on my back for "plagiarizing" got it? And don't worry, I'll try to be original in some parts of this story ;)

Darcy: Haley or maybe Brianne Tju (speaking)/Variable for Singing Voice Blitzø: Eric André (speaking), ??? (singing) [Someone Caribbean?? idk] Moxxie: Richard Horvitz (speaking/singing) Millie: ??? Loona: ??? Alastor: William Dafoe/Edward Bosco, ??? for singing God: ??? Leviathan: Matt Berry Belphegor: ??? Satan: ??? Lilith: Michelle Pfeiffer/Lady Gaga Lucifer: Matthew Rhys/??? Elizabeth: Neyitrix Iris: Jennifer Esposito Fonda: Kholby Wardell Sachiko: Michelle Yeoh Max: Michael Jones/Patrick Stump Satana: Ellen Thomas Cassette: Quinta Brunson Roquefort: DigitalVagrant Alejandro: Lance Reddick Lady Hemlock: Lorraine Ashbourne Mme. Aurume: Leah Remini or Jennifer Cody Serenity: Athena Karkanis Prince Solarius: Zeno Robinson (speaking), Jeremy Jordan (singing/alternative speaking) Orion: Fryda Wolff Cerberus: ??? Beelzebub: ??? Beelze/Honey: ??? Striker: Norman Reedus Asmodeus: Tim Curry Mammon: ??? Octavia: Abbi Jacobson Stella: Sharon Horgan Stolas: Brock Baker Andrealphus: Jason LaShea Fizzarolli: Matt Berry Prince Koda: Reed Shannon/Pusha T

Lemme know you're thoughts and ideas for the missing voices below ;) and for full character sheets and lore, visit this post:

Character sheets, and if anyone has suggestions just go to my ask box to drop questions/suggestions:

And that's pretty much it!

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triviadimplesblog · 1 year

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🇹🇭🇪 🇨🇷🇮🇲🇸🇴🇳 🇭🇴🇷🇮🇿🇴🇳

Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

Warnings: blood, injury

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Chapter Two

Brianne almost passed out during the ride once. Chibs had felt her hands slip from around his waist and her body slump against his back. He had to make a quick stop or she would have fallen from his bike. It wasn't easy dealing with Tig and his temper and Bobby had to make the Sergeant at Arms come to his senses about the situation they were in while Chibs attempted to bring Brianne back to hers. Once her eyes snapped back open, they were back on the road. The clubhouse was quiet when they arrived, but the lights were on. Most of the guys had gone home. Jax was probably with Wendy and Clay and Gemma were back at their place. Which only left the freshly patched Juice in the clubhouse on his own.

That boy worked too hard to prove himself even after he got his patches, Chibs thought. But he was good at heart and loyal to the MC, so Chibs was honestly glad he managed to survive a year of their torture and get patched in. Bobby rushed through the Clubhouse door as soon as he parked his bike, muttering something about collecting some stuff they may need to patch Brianne's wound up. Tig was still cranky as he helped Chibs get the ginger off his bike and once again the two men carried her together towards the Clubhouse. Juice was running around, making space when they got inside, probably at Bobby's order even if he was as confused as ever.

The Puerto Rican's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the ginger barely holding herself up, hell Chibs and Tig were holding her up from falling. Ever since she almost passed out she had been feeling slightly in a daze. She was a tough person, but she couldn't deny the pain. „Bring her over here,“ Bobby entered from the back of the Clubhouse, carrying a First Aid kit and some alcohol. He gestured towards the cleared-out pool table in the middle of the room. Tig and Chibs wasted no time and swiftly, and carefully as they could, carried her over to the table and set her down lying.

Brianne winced as her leg was moved, the pain brought her out of the trance she was in. For a moment she began to panic when she realized she was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by a bunch of men. But then Chibs stood in her peripheral vision and his voice had calmed her down. She could hear him telling her about where she was and what was happening but she was sure she won't be remembering anything in the morning. The third man, the one she didn't know the name of yet, had said something about ripping her jeans just around the wound so she doesn't have to take them off completely. "He seems nice.' She thought. There was a fourth guy with a very short mohawk and Brianne was sure she saw some tattoos on his scalp. „Should we call Clay?“ The fourth mystery man asked.

„So he can hang all four of us by our balls?“ Tig strangely sounded offended at the question the fourth guy made. „No, we'll deal with this on our own.“

„Better call him now.“ The third guy from the bar spoke. „He's going to find out about this tomorrow. If not by hearing about the shit that went down at the bar from Rosen, then he'll see our lovely damsel in distress.“

„She is not staying here Bobby. Patch her up and Scotty will take her back home.“

'So his name is Bobby.' Noted. Brianne thought. She was still in and out of it, more in than out now. She had to come to her senses before Tiggy decides to kick her out before they help her. She knew treating this wound would by herself would be next to impossible now that she was almost too far gone. She needed them.

„Tig, we cannae leave her on her own.“ Chibs replied, briefly looking up from the knife lodged in Brianne's thigh. „She helped us back there.“ She was more aware of her surroundings and the men around her. She saw Tig roll his eyes but said nothing more as he took out his phone and walked away. Probably to call this Clay guy.

„How are you feeling, darling?“ Bobby had noticed she was conscious at this point. His eyes snapped in his direction and she could see that he was looking back at her with soft, worried eyes. 'He definitely seems nice. I would trust him with my drink at a bar.' Brianne thought once again.

She thought for a moment before sighing. „Like I got stabbed.“ She said as a matter of factly. Bobby cracked the smallest of smiles and looked over at Chibs.

„Your lovely ginger seems alright.“ Chibs said nothing at Bobby's words, instead, he looked down at her. With the scars on his face, he looked like he was smiling permanently, especially now in Brianne's dazed state. But she really liked his actual smile. Oh boy, did he have an amazing smile. And he had dimples too! Brianne's mother had dimples and she adored them, seeing them again after so many years, the ginger couldn't help but think about her mother again.

But she didn't linger in her memories for too long because the Clubhouse door flew open and two men walked inside. One had the same physique as Bobby and short, gray hair with a gray beard. The other one had blond, long hair. Longer than Tigs, but his was falling straight down to his shoulders. Both of them wore the same leather with different patches which Brianne couldn't quite read from this distance and under this light.

„What the hell is this?“ The gray-haired one questioned, taking off his glasses. He looked over Brianne and she didn't miss the look of displeasure that crossed his features. The blond guy was looking at her too, but his eyes remained focused on the knife lodged in her thigh. She felt self-conscious right now, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and not come out until they were gone. But she was only thankful they weren't looking at her in a creepy way. She would have been running through the door, as fast as she could with a wounded leg, in an instant.

Chibs sighed. His hands were still pressing a rag to her wound and stopping further bleeding. „Some Latinos came at us at the bar. Ginger over here helped save our lives. Got a knife in the leg for it.“

„What? Mayans?“ The blond's eyes snapped up at Chibs, who shrugged. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. He glanced at the gray-haired man before looking back at Brianne. „We'll fix you right up, okay?“ Brianne only nodded shortly before looking up at the ceiling.

In the next thirty or so minutes, maybe it was less, she wasn't sure; Brianne learned that the mohawk guy was called Juice, gray hair was Clay and the blond was Jax or Jackie Boy – as she heard Chibs call him. Bobby, with the help of Chibs, swiftly pulled the knife out of her thigh – resulting in immense pain which had Brianne screaming out. Jax quickly got ahold of her shoulders since she had moved which caused even more pain and seriously was unhelpful to the two men. Once Jackie made sure she wasn't going to move anymore, he nodded at Chibs and Bobby. The two of them cleaned te wound and Bobby made some stitches, closing it up. They still needed to put some gauze and bandage over it but she'd have to take off her jeans for that and they knew how uncomfortable that would be for her. So Chibs helped her to one of the back rooms of the Clubhouse. They left the murmur of the others, the last thing she heard was Clay calling for a meeting after Chibs is back.

He slowly put her down on the bed in the room, she winced at the movement which caused some pain. Chibs walked into a small bathroom at one end of the room and came back with a towel. „Here, cover yerself with this,“ She took the towel for him, silently nodding. „I will be right outside. Call when ye'r ready.“ With that Chibs left the room. She didn't hear his footsteps going down the hallway so she knew he was waiting for her.

Brianne didn't want to keep him waiting, so she undid her belt and, with a lot of effort, worked on taking down her jeans. She winced at the crimson color that coated the fabric and a huge hole in them where the knife went through and Bobby had to cut to get to the wound. These were now useless, that's for sure. With a sigh, she put them aside and covered herself with the towel the best she could. Then she looked at the door. „Aye! Scotsman!“ She called out. A moment later, Chibs reentered the room and approached her.

He got down on his knees and began putting clean gauze on the wound, then covered it with a bandage, wrapping it around her thigh tightly but not too much to hurt. He did that in silence, she just watched him. He looked so focused on what he was doing and quite flustered with the fact that she was almost half naked in front of him. But he was being respectful at least. She could see that he was trying not to touch her bare thigh much, only when he needed to. She wanted to chuckle at that. Big bad biker, scared to touch some wounded girl. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. „There. All done.“ He said and began getting up. Before he could do that, Brianne grabbed his wrist softly.

Chibs slowly looked up at her and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. She brought her other hand to his face and traced the line of the scar on his left cheek. She felt him stiffen under her touch, and for a second she feared that she may have hurt him. Then she remembered that these scars were long healed. But maybe she didn't hurt him by touching these scars, maybe it was the mental, emotional scars that still hurt. „How did ye get them?“

Chibs sighed, looking down and moving away from her touch. When he got up to his feet he looked down at her. „That's a story for another time, darlin'.“

„Sorry. I didn't mean to-„ She began but Chibs cut her off.

„That's alright. Yer just curious.“ He smiled and she couldn't help but stare at him. His smile captivated her. She didn't know why, but she could get used to seeing it more often. He seemed so nice even though he didn't know her. They all did. Chibs and Bobby didn't have to help her but they did. Tig was skeptical, she understands, she would be the same. Overall, everyone here was good to her and they'd known her for two hours tops. Then again, she had helped them too and she didn't know them. But they did look like they were struggling back there. „Get some rest now. We gonna check the wound in the mornin' again.“ Chibs nodded towards the bed and looked at her one more time before turning on his heel and walking out. Brianne sighed and made an effort to put her jeans somewhere to the side then get in bed. She was tired so she was going to sleep tonight for sure. If she was, to be honest, she feels way safest here than at her empty apartment. She guessed it was the fact that they already helped her once so even if something comes up, they wouldn't just give her away like that, right? Or was she just paranoid for no reason?

#sons of anarchy #bobby munson #chibs telford #clay morrow #jax teller #theo rossi #tig trager #tommy flanagan #charlie hunnam

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maximiliano-aedo · 7 months

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What could've been Animaze ..iNC during the 2010s

Talent pool (Note: any voice actor marked with * is union-only):

Steve Blum*

Mary Elizabeth McGlynn*

Crispin Freeman*

Kari Wahlgren*

Johnny Yong Bosch

Yuri Lowenthal*

Dave Wittenberg*

Roger Craig Smith*

Laura Bailey*

Travis Willingham*

Cherami Leigh

J.B. Blanc*

Sam Riegel*

Liam O'Brien*

Amy Kincaid*

Troy Baker*

Matthew Mercer

Joe Romersa*

Fleet Cooper*

Dyanne DiRosario*

Jennifer Love Hewitt*

Brian Hallisay*

Spike Spencer

Amanda Winn Lee*

Jaxon Lee*

Kyle Hebert

Ben Pronsky

Bob Buchholz

Richard Cansino

Murphy Dunne*

Carolyn Hennesy*

Jerry Gelb*

Adam Sholder

Ezra Weisz

Cristina Vee

Bryce Papenbrook

Michael Sorich

Richard Epcar

Ellyn Stern

Tony Oliver

Kirk Thornton

Lexi Ainsworth*

Aria Noelle Curzon

Grace Caroline Currey*

Michael Forest

Erik Davies

Adam Bobrow

Joshua Seth

Junie Hoang*

Kirk Baily*

Tom Fahn

Jonathan Fahn

Dorothy Elias-Fahn

Melissa Fahn

Stephen Apostolina*

René Rivera*

Deborah Sale Butler

Kevin Brief

Michael Gregory*

Riva Spier*

Cassandra Morris

Erica Mendez

Erika Harlacher

Erica Lindbeck

Marieve Herington

Kira Buckland

John Rubinstein*

Kim Matula*

Brittany Lauda

J. Grant Albrecht*

Michael McConnohie

Steve Bulen*

Dan Woren

Derek Stephen Prince

Wendee Lee

Edie Mirman

Jason C. Miller

Taliesin Jaffe*

John Snyder

Robbie Daymond

Ray Chase

Kaiji Tang

David Vincent

Christina Carlisi*

Christopher Corey Smith

Cindy Robinson

Rachel Robinson

Jessica Boone

Lauren Landa

Megan Hollingshead

Jalen K. Cassell

Doug Erholtz

Michelle Ruff

Gregory Cruz*

John Bishop*

Matt Kirkwood*

Lara Jill Miller*

Carol Stanzione

Steve Staley

Dave Mallow

Mona Marshall*

Darrel Guilbeau

Robert Martin Klein

Robert Axelrod

William Frederick Knight

Lex Lang

Sandy Fox

Joey Camen*

Randy McPherson*

Jad Mager

Richard Miro

Milton James

Anthony Pulcini

Douglas Rye

Patrick Seitz

Keith Silverstein

Jamieson Price

Skip Stellrecht*

Stoney Emshwiller*

G.K. Bowes

Alyss Henderson

Patricia Ja Lee

Peggy O'Neal

Carrie Savage

Melodee Spevack

Jennifer Alyx

Julie Ann Taylor

Sherry Lynn

Brad Venable

Christine Marie Cabanos

Greg Chun

LaGloria Scott

Steve Kramer

Melora Harte

Rebecca Forstadt*

Kyle McCarley

Mela Lee

Karen Strassman

Faye Mata

Laura Post

Kayla Carlyle*

Brina Palencia

Connor Gibbs

Brianne Siddall*

Barbara Goodson

Loy Edge

Jay Lerner

Jennie Kwan

Max Mittelman

Jessica Straus*

Alexis Tipton

Fryda Wolff

Michele Specht

J.D. Garfield

Debra Jean Rogers*

Julie Maddalena

Carrie Keranen

Tara Sands

Matthew Hustin

Cody MacKenzie

Bridget Hoffman*

Colleen O'Shaughnessey

Grant George

Jessica Gee

Jeff Nimoy*

Peter Lurie*

Brian Beacock

Paul St. Peter

Chris Jai Alex

Dan Lorge*

Ewan Chung*

Steve Cassling*

Philece Sampler

Stephanie Sheh

Sam Fontana

Ben Diskin

Juliana Donald*

Michael O'Keefe*

Christina Gallegos*

Tara Platt

Keith Anthony*

Beau Billingslea

David Lodge*

Kim Strauss

Eddie Jones*

William Bassett*

Kim Mai Guest*

Caitlin Glass

Hannah Alcorn

Ron Roggé*

Camille Chen*

Ethan Rains*

Yutaka Maseba*

Joe J. Thomas

Michael Sinterniklaas

Erin Fitzgerald

Joe Ochman

Marc Diraison

Xanthe Huynh

Brianna Knickerbocker

Dean Wein*

Michael McCarty*

#Animaze #ZRO Limit Productions #Steve Blum #Crispin Freeman #Kari Wahlgren #Laura Bailey #Travis Willingham #Sam Riegel #Liam O'Brien #Matthew Mercer #Jennifer Love Hewitt #Brian Hallisay #Spike Spencer #Troy Baker #Cristina Vee #Johnny Yong Bosch #Yuri Lowenthal #Mary Elizabeth McGlynn #Jessica Boone

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pichuparadise · 8 months

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Brianne? What's going on? Are you okay?

@suddenlyauntiemaya

t-tears

person

c-coming

u-u-uhm-

#pkmn irl #irl pkmn #pokeblogging #rotomblr #the eternal game of tag #asks that are answered!!!

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lttlewing · 2 years

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brianne howey as georgia miller

→ 1/∞ — happy my birthday to you

#georgiamilleredit #georgia miller #gngedit #gng #briannehoweyedit #*#c: georgia miller #a: brianne howey #2023

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sparklywatercolors · 11 months

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for the random fic title game: "a glimpse into my brain." i took inspo from your pinned post hehe. have a great day! c:

Aw hi! It is almost 1AM for me but I will have a great day tysm <333! (Be sure to do something kind for yourself, oki?) Fun fact that was actually going to be the title of my poetry anthology I am working on! It's current name is <title:teacups> (for now until I inevitably change it again XD). That anthology is basically random shit I have in my notes app about my life, maybe I'll publish it one day, who knows. it's a lot of fun to write though >:) Major spoilers about my own ocs oooo!!!!! But I would probably write a fic about my oc Brianne. She is an AI/android/ whatever you want to call her, who was built by the queen in secret, but was sent out to protect someone from fulfilling a certain prophecy. Well Brianne failed. Anyways, but Brianne is very human despite being very artificial. She has memories, dreams, emotions, she's basically alive, or as her best friend (the person she was meant to protect- long story) points out, that they forget she is a "robot" until she hugs them, or that she doesn't have a bed in her room. But this fic I think would be her having flashbacks about her life, as her beloved queen (who is/ was like a mother to her!!) telling her that she is stepping down from the throne and that the prince and brianne's best friend will be taking her place. And Brianne begs to come with the Queen on her adventures, and the Queen is like no honey, I can't let you, cause I don't plan on dying in my lands, as in Brianne I'm never coming home. And Bri just BREAKS. Everything is changing for her so quickly, she can't keep up anymore. How can everyone do this to her. And so with that each flashback of hers becomes more distorted and off/uncanny even As for an ending for this, I don't have one in mind at the moment, but this concept in of itself is really like fascinating to me now. I haven't worked on this project in months, now I'm ready to get my old folder with notes and stuff for it, and go write.

#anon #ask game #this was fun!!#personal #ask

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gcdeater · 1 year

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𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫?

brianne tju . nonbinary . they/them . ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s CRESSIDA , the TWENTY-EIGHT year old filmmaker from THE CAPITOL . they’ve been in the capitol around THEIR ENTIRE LIFE , long enough to gain a reputation for being so RIGHTEOUS & IMPATIENT . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character IS part of the uprising )

STATS

name: cressida birthday: april 1st zodiac: aries sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising gender: genderfluid pronouns: they/them orientation: lesbian occupation: filmmaker rebel district: capitol family: abraxas (father), cybele (mother) faceclaim: brianne tju

PERSONALITY

positive traits: passionate, righteous, principled, insightful, creative, altruistic negative traits: stubborn, closed-off, perfectionist, theatrical, sarcastic, reckless moral alignment: chaotic good mbti: infj-a (the advocate) enneagram: 4w5 (the individualist) temperament: melancholic deadly sin: pride heavenly virtue: charity parallels: nomi marks (sense8), kinsey locke (locke & key), june osborne (the handmaiden's tale)

BACKGROUND

your parents are the infamous duo, abraxa, and cybele dawntree. your mother, cybele, a world-renowned filmmaker, and abraxas, an infamous actor turned muse. your birth is one celebrated across the capitol, the welcomed result of your beloved parents.

your childhood is spent with various nannies, though occasionally, your parents bring you on set with them and alongside them during their travels. there is little choice in your being thrust into the spotlight, but you learn to adapt at a young age. still, you’re a rather stoic and precocious child, preferring your own company over children your age.

you’re ten years old when you first take an interest in filmmaking, insisting on recording your father’s birthday party on your father’s camera. you even go out of your way to edit it afterwards, producing a shoddy, but promising piece. your parents encourage your aspirations tenfold, enrolling you in specialized film classes to shape your craft.

this, on top of innate talent, would propel you into the spotlight at a very young age. you direct your first feature film at only twenty-one years old and receive endless praise. your next movie arrives at twenty-three, and receives equal acclaim.

despite your successes, something is always missing. while your movies were good, they always seemed to be missing something. like many of the capitolites, your movies are aesthetically pleasing, but lacking in authentic emotions, something that results in your movies earning your ire. they simply weren’t you.

you’ve begun filming your next movie when the uprising first makes it across your radar. you’d heard about rebel activity on occasion, but never in full detail. something compels you to inquire further as if you’re unable to turn away from what you’re seeing. the injustices they speak of move you. you know you’re meant to lend your abilities in some way.

you abandon your movie once and for all after a heated argument on the set. the controversy surrounding your untimely resignation is across every tabloid– though you couldn’t care less. the sum of your proceeds is donated on behalf of the cause. you become the resident filmmaker of the rebellion– responsible for documenting and editing key happenings.

this is where you’d been meant to be. that much you understand.

FUN FACTS

typically keeps her hair in a pixie cut with the sides shaved. will dye it randomly from time to time.

drinks so much coffee... it is integral to their artistic vision.

has a tattoo sleeve on her left arm of assorted art.

has a black cat named hitchcock.

CONNECTIONS

people she worked on set with in any capacity (actors, crew, etc.), a "muse" back in their capitol days, childhood friends, frenemies, enemies, someone to teach them how to fight b/c they can't, exes & past hookups (nonmen only)

#intro / cressida

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littlerani · 2 years

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NAME: RANI HARUKA NAKAMURA VARADKAR WILLIAMS

AGE: 22

HAIR COLOR: BLACK

SKIN COLOR: OLIVE

EYE COLOR: GREEN

HEIGHT: 5’5”

WEIGHT: 110

SPECIES: HUMAN

ETHNICITIES: Jewish, Irish (Paternal), India, Japan (Maternal), Canadian

PARENTS: JOSHUA WILLIAMS AND MARY VARADKAR WILLIAMS

DOB: December 25th, 2000

PLACE OF BIRTH: Vancouver, B. C., Canada

CURRENT LOCATION: Salem, MA (Currently); Sydney, AU (Home Base); Lakewood, OH (Formerly)

OCCUPATION: Actor, singer; Witch at Fort Salem (formerly); Fort Salem Sorceress Supreme (currently)

ORIENTATION: LESBIAN

SPOUSE(S): SKYE RIVERA (Fiancée, Deceased); Raven Iraklidis (Girlfriend)

CHILDREN: None

ZODIAC SIGNS: CAPRICORN (Sun), ARIES (Moon), LIBRA (Ascendant)

PREVIOUS LIVES

NAME: RANI NIRVANA ELISHA ELIYANA SCROOGE JONES

BIRTH NAME: Rani Nirvana Elisha Eliyana Gupta

AGE: 18 (at the time of the Christmas Lime Street Curse); 45 (Age when deceased in Normal Timeline)

HAIR COLOR: BLACK

SKIN COLOR: BROWN

EYE COLOR: GREEN

HEIGHT: 5’4“

WEIGHT: 115 lbs

SPECIES: HUMAN

PARENTS: DAVID SMITH (Vishnu Ravi Gupta) (Biological,Deceased) AND RUTH SMITH (Padma Ekisha Gupta, Nee Bhatt), Biological, Deceased); EBENEZER SCROOGE (Adopted father, deceased), SARAH SCROOGE (Adopted mother, deceased)

DOB; July 5th, 1833

PLACE OF BIRTH: London, UK

DATE OF DEATH: December 25th, 1851 (Lime Street Christmas Curse); December 23rd, 1878 (In the normal timeline)

CAUSE OF DEATH: Hypothermia/ Unkown Causes (Christmas Lime Street Curse); Natural Causes (Normal Timeline)

OCCUPATION: Seamstress

ORIENTATION: LESBIAN

SPOUSE: ALICE JONES

CHILDREN: KATHERINE JONES, KEIRA JONES

GRANDCHILDREN: REBECCA O’CONNOR, NAOMI WINTERS

ZODIAC SIGNS: CANCER (Sun)

STATUS: Reborn as Emma Victoria Jekyll until her death from the same curse in 1905. Currently reborn as Rani Haruka Varadkar Nakamura Williams with all of her past lives’ memories.

OTHER ALIASES

KYRA SKYWALKER (daughter of Kai Skywalker and Yuna Skywalker, niece of Anakin and Padmé Skywalker, cousin of Luke and Leia Skywalker)

EMMA VICTORIA JEKYLL

(Daughter of the late Doctor Henry Jekyll and Lisa Carew-Jekyll; Rani Gupta’s spirit was reborn as Emma Victoria Jekyll, and at 18, she died under mysterious circumstances trying to find the truth behind her father’s tragic death.)

NICKNAMES

Ra-Ra (by Adrienne, Alex and Jessica)

Ra (by Jamie, Jocelyn, Kimiya and Krishna and friends)

Baby Girl (by Joshua Williams and Mary Williams)

Sweetheart, Rani-bun (by Mary Williams)

Dear Heart (by Brianne Williams)

Magomusume/ Kokoro(by Hiro Nakamura)

Pōtī (by Padma Varadkar Nakamura)

My Dear/ My Sweet/ My Love (by Sweeney Todd)

Dear/ Dearie/ Love (by Nellie Lovett)

My Universe (by Ebenezer Scrooge)

Little one/ Daughter/ Williams/ Cadet (by General Sarah Alder)

K (by Luke and Leia)

Kiki (by Padmé, Kai and Yuna)

Kyr (by Anakin and Obi-Wan)

Sweetheart/ My Em (by Lisa Carew-Jekyll)

Emmy/ Em/ Darling/ My Heart (by the spirit of Dr. Jekyll)

Em/ Angel face/My dear/ Jekyll’s spawn (by the spirit of Mr. Hyde)

RANI GUPTA SCROOGE JONES FACE CLAIM: Varada Sethu

EMMA VICTORIA JEKYLL FACECLAIM: Lily James

RANI HARUKA WILLIAMS FACECLAIM: Naomi Scott

#new bio #verada sethu #verada sethu gifs #rani scrooge #rani scrooge rp #rani scrooge gifs #lily james #lily james gifs #emma victoria jekyll #emma victoria jekyll rp #emma victoria jekyll gifs #naomi scott #naomi scott gifs #rani williams #rani williams rp #rani williams gifs

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maliswriting · 1 month

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cecilia price - tag drop & info

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: cecilia price

Nickname: cece, c, blondie,

Age: 34

Date of birth: january 7

Gender: woman

Pronouns: she & her

Ethnicity: caucasian

Nationality: american

Occupation: call girl & owner of Hollywoof Inn & Spa

Hometown: seattle, washington

Current location: kent, england

Written Aesthetics: having dog hair all over her house; always having a go-bag in her car; looking over her shoulder at night

Character inspiration: georgia randal, samantha horton

CHARACTER APPEARANCE

Face Claim: brianne howey

Height: 168cm

Hair Colour: blonde

Eye Colour: green

Dominant Hand: ambidextrous

Distinguishing Features: 3 inch scar along her hairline

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: kind & seraphic

Negative Traits: cunning & scheming

Neutral Traits: mellow & exciting

Goals/desires: to be able to have Hollywoof Inn & Spa be fully funded on it's own so she can stop being a call girl

Fears: someone finding out her true identity

Hobbies: hanging out with her best friend, looking after a mini farm of animals

Habits: double checking her phone

VERSES

slice of life

RELATIONSHIPS

caroline dworsky - best friend and partner in crime

declan woulfe - friend by default

leia woulfe - self appointed godmother

#cece.#cece inspo.#cece hc.#cece image.#cece thread.#muse drop.

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jandiuiduaudramilyddiariyadison · 1 month

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@staff , I've got 650 domains , I've got four superhero, but I call them Superheiresses, I may change that. But it took so long for women to become comic book heroes and you understand... I w Byrd to make sure that as we advance that shit does not happen ever again. The four superheiresses I have created and somewhat loosely crafted, it's pretty new. And there's so much, I'll get to it, but,

@oliviairodrigo is Citrus 🍋🍊, she has the powers of citrus

@cherlloydtumblr , Cher Lloyd is The Fabrics of Conviction, she can become as the wrongfully convicted to deal with justice, and has the power or ability to be ile the traits of fabrics

Oh, Olivia has things like citrus oil ascorbic acid. Vitamin C. I just ...it's new and as Olivia is the First one I applied the idea to, it's easier for me to describe her powers

@galgadotsource , Gal Gadot...oh my..she is just a mmm thing... My Dear Lord.. lol .. she is Cocoa Cocoon, and has the abilities to cocoon but also has the powers and abilities associated with the cocoa. Cacao,and coffee beans. I'm still clarifying thoughts. She also has the golden lasso, @wonderwomanfans , and Linda says she can use the plane when she wants, and also, the fling ball energy projectiles, which are our modified versions of the sentinel sphere guards of the origin Jawa, of Phantasm . Not to kill though we don't do that. Just some violence as applicable, no killing. I can write more about that. For sure. Much of that has to do with dumbassedetheths, who allowed their dumbass selves to be blamed and set up to die. There's just no room for killing. That's a trait of those men, I fon't have and do not want it around. Where is the shit God left us?? Our stuff not the men's.

My latest superheiress is @gabriellemarlene , I call her My Golden Rose 🌹, and she has the powers and abilities of the thorn, the feather and its' quill, and I have to figure a better way to word this. but if you have seen "la llorona " the movie, she kinda flies about in some strange dress like, weird form, not ghostly because she can touch and be felt ,vyiu can see her in the la montez theatrical music production by the band Volbeat @volbeat-band-blog , sup fellas,com just knocking it out it's a lot of writing

I also have four God, so. There's Seven Female God and one Male God , whose name is rA tA'rot, this IS God as the edited Bible makes bullshit up about. But that's z. Issue of man, the way rA describes it is, "I am the ONLY male "God" that I know of. and where's all my female God companions?'

Demeter is the God of The Harvest and The Corn 🌽.

She is a God of Olympus. I'm still w.hashing some shit out, because I was unaware of the fact zeus is and was a rapist. So I'm scrubbing more than I originally 🤔 thought, it greatly offends me. Extremely. Demeter, however, is none other than Demetria Lovato, @ddlovatoedit , ddlovato is a God.

@katyperryblog , Katy Perry is a God.

My newest realization came about the other night when I used a still image of Emma, to take the marvel industry out. In looking and thinking, I realized they'd been saying jackass ryanreynolds is the most powerful, but at the same time wtf is @captainmarvelmovie ? It git me thinking what Kurt Russel is in GotG... Things he said . Things of Pratt... So I went to read a little more about Brie. I was kinda thinking "fuck.. She IS a God. Wtf happened here???" Sorry I cuss. Lol. But the minute her biography showed her name, I just knew.

Brianne Sidonie Desaulniers. She's a Desaulniers.

She is a God.

And @mileyyyyyy lol, Cyrus,I do not forget, it's just a lot of information, and she is always the top, if you must use that word ,

Miley Cyrus is a Goddess.

Rihanna is a Goddess.

Ana Kasparian is a Goddess

Cadence Lux is a Goddess

Latto Is a Goddess

My federal reserve board members, are

@mileycyrus ,

@sarahsilverman-blog ,

@zoeysaldana ,

@jenniferlawrenceupdated

@kaleycuoco69 -also my global manufacturing packaging representative

@pinkthesinger-blog - Alecia is also steel, with the abilities of solid metals, she flies,

@aubreyplaza , is also my domestic ports and waterways representative , and is an Elven Queen

@sarahvandellablog is a brilliance, for bass directed towards her by Ms Chambers, herself.

@kristenscott ,

@kennajamesstuff ,

@annadeville-blog ,

The things will adjust, additionally, I've got A few terraformers, some terraeformers, @arianagrandestyle , Ari is about as Egyptian, Power as there's... I'm actively writing g so, it's a lot of writing and learning, and I've reset the map.

I'll write more on a bit. I'm entering family tree info. @staff , 100 % legitimate, join me, I've got many domains. WE get to set the direction and course. We know what the men lied about, we know what works and what may be made better. I'll be back in awhile.

#ana kasparian #is a Goddess #a Goddess of war #a Goddess of battle #planet dua lipa #100 days of productivity #2pinkmooneach #beautiful #boudouir #dua lipa #eyes #face #couple #two planets

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