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myocsfanfictions · 5 months

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 2

Fucking Lip Gallagher!

That was all Desna could think about that day. He had even promised her he would have helped her with math, that asshole.

She was trying to study, but her fight with Lip kept repeating in her mind. She was used to it. It wasn't the first time it happened. For as much chemestry there was during sex, and how close they seemed to get everytime they did it, as they spoke there was always some distance.

Lip was like that: sassy and intelligent, but he was also a smartass and closed off. For Lip everything could be risolved with quick remarcs and everytime Desna felt like they were going somewhere in their relationship he put off acts like the one of few hours prior.

"Fuck..." she muttered as she closed her book.

"You're here, babe?" Veronica's voice came from the living room.

She liked to be called V and she was beautiful. That how Desna would describe her, beautiful inside and out. She had a great heart and she was strong, Desna hoped that one day she would have become just like V.

"In the kitchen!" Desna said. V's steps could be hear clearly, since she was wearing high heels, as always.

"I saw the lights," she said putting the keys on the table before walking towards Desna, "You're not sick, right? I thought you were going to be at the Alibi this evening," Desna smiled at her worried tone, but she shook her head.

"I just..." the girl said, flipping the pages of her notebook, "I had to study, and my head hurt, so I decided to stay home."

V's eyes were on her as she set down next to Desna.

"You sure it's the only reason?" V asked waiting for her answer.

Desna shrugged her shoulders, "I may have had a fight with Lip," she admitted.

"Again?" V asked with a frown as she stood up to fill a glasses of water, before moving to the medicines drawer, "Seriously what's going on between the two of you, lately?"

Only Ian knew about Lip and Desna situasionship. They were just having fun, nothing to say to the world about, that's what they had said at first, even because it was thrilling, the thought of sneaking away to have sex together. But since they started it, they had started to fight more, and that really affected Desna. She liked Lip, a lot, and she wanted to lose him as a friend, but she didn't want to lose what they had now.

"Just stressed... I think..." Desna muttered sipping the water V had given to her, to swollow a pill.

"Babe," V said sitting again next to her, "I see how you look at Lip."

"I don't look him in anyway," she said trying to hid the blush on her cheeks.

"Oh you look at him alright," she fired back making Desna cover her face with her hand.

"V," she begged, but the woman kept talking.

"Why don't you tell him?"

Desna turned towards her with wide eyes, "Tell him what?"

"That you like him," she said nugging the girl, who shook her head.

"It wouldn't make any difference," Desna said shrugging her shoulders, "I like what... we have now, I don't want to ruin it," V took a breath but she kept listening, "That does not mean that I like fight with him, or what we said to each other."

"Why? What Gallagher said?" V asked, ready to defend Desna. And she really appreciated her reaction, but that was something between her and Lip only.

"Nothing that I didn't say to him as well," Desna said, "It's that, I don't know... today is more difficoult than other times," she finished getting a deep breath.

Lip was so involved with her during sex. He said that he wanted her, just few hours ago, that he loved fucking her, why could he not say those things even in other situations?

"Hey, babe" V said making Desna look in her direction, "Boys will be boys, too stupid for us," that made Desna laugh, a laugh followed by on of V's, that moved her hair from her shoulder, "What about going out with me and Fi, tonight?"

"What? Really?" Desna asked happily, "Can I really come?"

"Of course!" V exclaimed, "Now run up, get washed up, do make up and put on a pretty dress, and we are going to have lots of fun tonight. Only us girls, no boys."

"I like the sound of that," Desna said nodding her head. And V smiled brightly at her.

"Then go on!" She said, "Go get ready!"

Desna liked to go out with V, but she didn't do it frequently. V and Fiona were best friend and Desna was only sixteen now, so it made sense that most of the time the two of them wanted to spend time together alone. But when they asked her to join, she was truly happy. It made her feel like an adoult, and even beautiful, powerful.

She looked at her dresses, but she already knew what she wanted to put on. It was a simple black short dress, but she liked how it fit on her. It had simple strapes, and the skirt was short, but it hugged her body perfectly. She had bought it with V for her sixteenth birthday and V had told her that it seemed like it had been created for her.

Desna was quick to put it on, running to her wordrobe once again to take black high heels. Then she put on some make up and fixed her hair, deciding that she would gave left it loose. She looked at her reflection for some more, before heading out the stairs where V was waiting her, ready to go.

"Are you reade, pretty lady?" She asked opening the door. The two of them though had to go to the Gallaghers first, waiting for Fiona. Desna wasn't exactly happy to had to see Lip, but there wasn't much she could do, so she followed V into the house right next to theirs.

The two of them entered from the kitchen door, the one at the back of the house and V immediately ran up the stairs, calling for Fiona. Desna decided to stay there, everybody seemed to be upstairs, so that seemed tge safest place.

"Wow!" Carl's voice made her turn to the living room, where the boy was looking at her with wide eyes "You're hot..."

Desna chuckled, "You're drooling, buddy" then she set on one of the stools in the kitchen. The boy walked towards the fridge, glancing at where she was as he was taking something to eat, then suddenly he turned towards Desna.

"So, I really have to be eighteen before asking you out?" He said curiously.

And she nodded, "You really have to be eighteen before asking me out," she confirmed. Carl scoffed.

"It's too far away," he said before giving her a smirk, "I can make you happy."

Desna couldn't help but chuckle, he was so young and already a flirt. Carl Gallagher would have had many girls crushing on him as he got older.

"I'm sure you can," she said nodding her head, "But not now."

Carl looked at the sandwich in his hand nodding his head, then his gaze went on her.

"Just wait and see," then he want into the living room.

He was so persistent. Desna looked at him fondly as he watched the TV, such a little troublemaker. Carl was probably her favorite Gallagher.

Then suddenly she heard some steps coming from the stairs next to her, and as she turned, Desna saw Lip stopping midway, looking at her.

"Oh..." he muttered and Desna didn't miss the way his eyes observed her body, but she decided to ignore the blush coming to her cheeks because of that stare.

"Hey..." she said quietly.

"Hey..." he muttered, before taking those last few steps that kept him from the kitchen, "You are..." Desna looked at him, waiting for what he wanted to say, but he just coughed shaking his head, "You are going out."

Desna could not help but feel disappointed, why was he looking at her like that if he could not even give her a complimenti?

"What give me away?" She said standing up.

He shrugged his shoulders, "You either going out or you are here to seduce me," but she just shook her head.

"I think I'll pass, thank you," Desna answered turning her back to him. And he gave out a chuckle that only pissed her off.

"Are you still angry?" He asked.

"I don't know," she answered with fake calmness, "Are you still an asshole?"

At her words he make few step to get close to her, "Look whose talking," he said as she gripped her own arms, giving a glance in Carl's direction to make sure he wasn't looking at them.

"I'm not an asshole," she answered turning to look Lip in the eyes.

"And what makes me one?" She could feel his breath against her face beacuse of how close he had gotten.

"Let's check, did you fuck Karen?" Lip gave out a mocking chuckle.

Desna could not stand him anymore so she walked out the door. But she could hear Lip's footstep behind from behind following her outside "So, you're acting crazy because you're jealous?"

"No, because you are a jackass!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, a jackass too?" He asked the mocking tone never leaving his voice.

"And I've got many more, don't tempt me," she said trying to walk faster feeling him close behind.

"You always find a way to get pissed at me and I am the jackass?" He said before gripping Desna to make her turn stopping her from leaving, by taking her arms in his hands, "What's wrong with you?"

She was doing her best to not let anything slip from her lips; she didn't want to tell him that him going to Karen Jackson only to hurt her actually did, she didn't because they weren't a couple and they were not exclusive and she liked to have him close, she didn't want for he to not be there. She didn't want to ruin shit, but Karen's presense really pissed her off.

"Hey," he said moving a strand of black hair from before her eyes, to behind her ear, "What's wrong?"

Desna bit her lips, she really didn't want to cry in front of him, she didn't want to seem desperate for his touch, even if she was. And she didn't want to lose him.

"I..." she muttered "I might be jealous of Karen Jackson," he smiled at her words but she shook her head, "But because you always bring her up when we fight, and it feels like..."

"Like?" He asked as his hands moved to her hips.

"Like you want to hurt me," she admitted, finally looking him in the eyes. He was intensingly staring at her, as he brought her closer to him. He leaned forward his head so that his forehead touched hers.

"I don't wanna hurt you," he whispered, his arms sneaking around her waist, "Not on porpuse," then he chuckled, "I guess I am an asshole after all," he then looked at her again, she could not look away from his eyes, and before she knew it, she whispered "I want to kiss you," and in a moment his lips clashed on hers, the hold around her waist was thighter as her hands moved to his face, so to pull him more into the kiss. Desna closed her eyes as she savored every second of that moment. Soon her hands move to his hair as the kiss got more passionate.

"I have to tell you something," Lip said when they broke off to take hair, his hold still secured around her hips as he got ready to talk, "I didn't have sex with Karen," he said looking in her eyes, then he took a breath, "But she blow me."

"Fuck, Lip," she said trying to get away from him, he didn't let her move.

"Hey, hey" he kept say to get her attention.

"I really don't want to know!" She protested still trying to break free from his arms, but he didn't let her go, "Let me go, please!"

"I am sorry," he said making her stop her movements, "I am sorry, but I..." he continued before taking a deep breath, then he leaned forward to put his forehead against hers, that didn't move. Still wondering why he was apologizing, they weren't exclusive. They had decided it.

"Please, don't..." Lip took another deep breath, "I want you" he said, and she didn't know the reason why those words had such a strong impact on her, but she found herself bringing her hands in the back of his head once again.

"I want you too," she said before leaning forward to capture his lips with her gor another kiss. He immediately responded eagerly, briging her even closer, so that in between their bodies there was no space. His arms hugged her, as she deepened the kiss more. They felt so great in the arms of the other, it was so beautiful and addictive. It didn't matter what they said they would always found each other like that.

"I don't want to hurt you," Lip said, not letting her go, those words made her smile, as he put his forehead against hers, "I just got angry because I wanted your support with Ian."

She observed his blue eyes got clouded with nervousness once again, "You know what I think about it Lip."

But he shook his head, "No, he would have tell me," he said finally, "If he really was he would tell me, he would trust me," Now she understood what has gotten him so worked up.

Desna put a hand on his cheek so the he could look at her, "Maybe he is just scared, this things aren't easy to figure out."

But he shook his head, "He would have told me."

"Alright, alright," she said caressing his cheek to calm him down, he seemed to enjoy her touch, "Why don't you try to talk to him? Maybe he wanted to tell you."

Lip seemed to think about what she had said before nodding his head, "Yeah, yeah, maybe I'll talk to him," he muttered. Desna looked at him for a moment before leaning forward to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"So, we good?" He asked, rubbing his nose against hers, who smiled.

"Yeah we're good," at her answer he pecked her lips again.

"Des!" V's voice made Desna looked at the house, then she turned to Lip.

"I have to go," she said, not that she really wanted to leave his arms.

"Yeah," he answered nodding his head, "Are you planning on having sex with someone tonight?"

His question made her smile, and she shook her head, "No, no sex tonight," she said and for some reason he let out a breath, before giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Have fun."

"Thanks," she said ready to walk away, but before doing so, she leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear, "But tomorrow I could use some help finding my phone," Lip chuckled.

"Really?" He asked with a grin, before pulling her close by the back of her neck, "Tomorrow morning at 7.00 in the van?"

Desna pecked his lips "Tomorrow, at 7.00 in the van."

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minerwarfare-suzuya · 6 months

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I'm not done.

Miles ownership drama timeline, part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

After that whole altercation with Miles went down. Things went quiet since he blocked me on two of his accounts on here. The Moboxcritique and Kevonica would go on the topics of Blurry and Faces of Nothing for the time being while I was recovering my account after it got reported for pretending to be someone else and I was in the works of making my FNAF Affinity remake on my new blog.

Until I received a message from Cagney about the current situation with Mobox87 making statements that she has an irl stalker because of the Moboxcritique blog's publicity gaining the attention from her stalker which she requested that the blog should be taken down. More on that topic some other time. . .

So, word has it that Mobox87 is supporting a groomer.

Now you're probably thinking to yourself.

Yeah we know that, the Moboxcritique blog spoke up about how she downplayed Mandopony's grooming behavior.

Well this time it's different. When I was told about this info from Cagney I took the time to get some details out of them.

Apparently, Miles has openly spoken to Kevonica about having a crush on a 16 year old which may I remind you that he is 21 years old. Then he goes off to say that where he lives has the age of consent as 16.

Here are the screenshots I was given from Kev when I asked her about it a week after Cagney told me.

Like I understand that the age of consent is different in many countries and I'm aware that the US has some states where being 16 years old is consensual for sexual activity but there is a boundary between this person he's interested in and him.

Like my brother in Christ you are literally an adult trying to get with a teenager that's in school.

So!

Going back to the situation where Miles called me a "pedo" for drawing an ahegao face on Vinsnake before he changed his age as a comeback against me.

I was thinking to myself with my friends.

Like why did he call me a pedo for? He never announced the character was 16 til I made that drawing of Vinsnake.

Yet he wants to support Mobox87 who's made actual child porn in her art. So call her a pedo!

But your ass is a fucken hypocrite since you admit wanting to engage with a 16 year old.

One more thing to mention is that he goes to say he's an "ace" and I'm thinking to myself.

Like what does that even matter? You're still trying get with a 16 year old! They have a different maturity level compared to you!

Then you go off still calling me a pedo over the drawing of Vinsnake still while excusing yourself for wanting to be with a 16 year old because you say you're a "little space".

Mother fucker you is a pedophile! Quit acting like you dating someone in highschool isn't pedophilia.

You literally made it clear that you're self aware that people in other states would consider it pedophilia but you contradict yourself to thinking that it's okay because you consider yourself as a child.

Make it make sense!

Again, Mobox87 knows about this and she defends him which is no surprise since Miles is Mobox87's top buyer that gives her enough money for her hustle.

I'm so done with Miles Bullshit! He's a man child and an entitled asshole!

I apologize for doing this but someone's gotta stand up to this jerk and not tolerate his toxic behavior.

Kevonica and Cagney didn't want me to share this publicly because they both don't wanna deal with Miles.

I don't expect forgiveness with over sharing this information but just know that-

I had to do it to em.

Aftermath

#mobox87 #minerwarfaresuzuya #kawaii jeffery kun #mod cagney #human anthony dust #kevonica

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detectivebambam · 5 days

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so im cheating and I'm doing 2 characters for the ask game

Kevin day and Aaron minyard (my favs, my pookies, my loves)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

11. Would you date this character?

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

okay okay

Kevin and Aaron

He reminds me so much of myself, in terms of his relationship with exy. He's also funny asf. I dislike that he tries to pretend he's normal cuz my dude, you're not. But i like that he genuinely wants to be a normal person after all his trauma.

He's like 6'0" and his guard dog is an entire foot shorter than him. His girlfriend lol

The Hunger Games. I haven't read/watched it but from what I've heard it would be funny. Damn probably Supernatural but I would make him a vampire or smth

Stockholm Syndrome with my coach, and way too obsessive about being the best at everything. I fucking love Katelyn Mackenzie

Make him a little bitch. He's a "coward" because he was given to the fucking mafia as a little plaything. Be so real rn. They tend to make him the twin that tries the hardest to reach out and bond but post car crash, he's really not

No for both of them I'd probably strangle them in their sleep

No for both of them, I'd be a Neil type where I'm like goddamn why do you act like that? why don't you kill that guy instead of being upset about it ??

Yes he's probably gifted if yk what I mean. I could, but could he date me, that's the real question

He snores. Chronic nosebleeds and also he gets "straight man sick" as in he gets a tiny cold and he's out for the week

ima do the one i think they'd use a lot bc that's fun

Kevi: 😒 Aaron: 🙄

No fashion sense unless he's in a suit or court gear 😔 Emo lol he's got the spiky bracelets and everything

Kevin x Avery. Avery is my oc who knows absolutely nothing about exy and I think that's what Kevi needs tbh. Aaron x Katelyn of course they're amazing

Fucking,,, each other lol

idk probs Kandreil. no feelings one way or another with that ship. if he's not with Katie, I'm mad so

Kev x Thea. I just think they're a little too different, and in order to heal the way they both need to, they can't do that with each other. Love them as besties though. obvs i love Katie and Aaron 🤭

Jeremy!!!!! first of all, they've definitely fucked, second, Kevi actually smiles with Jer like he seems to really enjoy his company. Matt and I will stand by this. I have no reasoning, just... Matt

Probably Charlie Spring??? in a way?? and I can't really describe why tbh. Aaron is so unique that it's hard to find one, but if I had to choose, probably Matthias Helvar

First impression??? Damn, why is he like that? Oh, that's why he's like that. Damn, I'm kinda like that.

God what a bitch. Oh. Oh okay. Damn what a little bitch. Damn, wtf??

Now??? Babygirl and Little Bitch (with love)

this was so fun ty ty

#ty for the ask <3 #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #nora sakavic #kevin day #aaron minyard #thea muldani #katelyn mackenzie

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lovely-lauren-arts · 8 months

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heyyy i love your videos and the obscured eyes series so i've been thinking about a few questions if you wouldnt mind to answer them! 1. how would seth react if mother mary got hurt/died?

2. why does claude like oliver's hugs so much?

3. does claude have any romantic feelings for oliver in any way?

4. what would the characters smell like lol (not in a weird way but like y'know)

5. why is isaac the only one without a mask in the cult

Thanks! :3

1. Seth would feel angry and concerned if she got hurt. If she died, he would feel enraged and lost.

2. Claude's just a guy who likes hugs. And Oliver is his best friend so he's going to love hugs from him.

3. Guess.

4. I think I was asked this a long time ago but I never answered it.

Beatrice - Soap.

Isabella - Nothing.

Madeline - Lime perfume.

Daisy - Flowers.

Penelope - Strawberries.

Elizabeth - Nothing.

Oliver - Fabric softener.

Claude - Vanilla.

Audrey - Lavender.

Dolly - Coconut shampoo.

Kev - Aftershave.

Freddie - Nothing.

Catherine - A bakery.

Sophia - Sugar.

Chester - An old room.

5. He's too young.

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ponds-of-ink · 3 months

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FNAF Security Breach: Analyzing Vanessa’s Therapy Tapes With Violet-Tinted Glasses

Or at least an attempt to, as we’ll see shortly.

My main goal for today is to show what we could learn if—emphasis on that if—William Afton was controlling Vanessa at certain points of these sessions. Both for Vanessa’s character and for William’s.

This is also assuming that someone (or something) else is controlling Patient 46 in order to avoid a conundrum.

Buckle up once again. This is going to be even wordier than last time, and a whoooole lot more in head-canon territory rather than actual theory. Below is a summary of each session with certain parts of dialogue being discussed.

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Tape 1

This is what I’m going to call “The Benchmark Tape”, as this is Vanessa at her most… Well, I say normal, but she’s still pretty irritated.

Cone to think of it, I can’t tell if her defensive tone is because of her genuinely not knowing why Fazbear’s has called her in or not. If I recall correctly, she had a similarly aggressive tone in the FNAF movie. I know that’s a very different timeline, but I can’t help but wonder…

Anyway, it turns out that this isn’t her first time here. She was actually brought in for anxiety sometime prior to—I can only assume—Glitchtrap’s antics in Help Wanted 1.

Her new issue is “sudden” and had “come up unexpectedly”, according to the therapist. I assume this is about the encrypted conversation she’s having with Glitchtrap and/or 46, but I suspect there’s something else too. Something I’ll get to in the next tape.

Vanessa does admit to talking to Luis from the marketing department. She thinks “he’s nice, I guess”. Keep that in mind for later.

Before I move on, however, there’s one thing I have to confess: I honestly thought that Vanessa’s voice went flat only a couple of times after this tape. And, thusly, it was a good indicator for when William is the one actually talking.

Turns out she’s actually deadpan for nearly the rest of the recordings.

Soo.. Yeah. That wasn’t a good strategy after all.

Thankfully, FNAF Wiki’s transcript of the CDs and @kevciaran’s William Analysis came in clutch. I’ll be combining both of their methods and using them as tools: The Wiki’s use of marking Vanny’s fainter lines, and anything that lines up with what Kev noticed in his Sister Location segment.

Anyway, onto…

Tape 3

A new therapist has replaced the old one. Vanessa, though obviously more “tired”, is aware enough to notice. The new woman, however, isn’t all that worried. According to her, all this research she’s been doing makes it feel like they’ve “known each other for weeks”!

Therapist 2 recaps on something we haven’t heard about before: her dad Bill. She double-checks on the name, but all the only answer she gets is muttering… For a second. Then we get our first response from William.

“I try to do what I’m supposed to do.” - I want to say he’s ignoring the question (as he did in Sister Location), but.. He sounds so tired, I can’t tell if it’s intentional. He might actually be just thinking out loud or—dare I imply it this soon—even deflecting for entirely different reasons? Either way, it’s.. even more ominously morose than that one Scraptrap line. Which is a feat.

Therapist 2 unwittingly agrees with “Vanessa”, then goes back on topic. She walks through the custody case, understandably badmouthing her (“her”?) dad along the way. She concludes the gentle-as-possible recap with relaying the fate of Vanessa’s mom— Which, although censored out by an audio glitch, does not bode well. What also doesn’t bode well is this sudden response:

“I was supposed to be a good girl” - Yes. The Wiki’s ‘faintly’ method implies that it’s William saying it under the guise of Vanessa. Considering that this is unprompted as well (along with the even more noticeable voice crack [and now I’m getting even more concerned for the man’s wellbeing]), I can only assume that William was having some… worrisome memories and was trying to get his thoughts out while staying in character.

Thankfully, Therapist 2 comforts Vanessa as best she can. It wasn’t Vanny’s fault, after all. Yes, she did provide the testimony that caused her mom’s apparent demise— But, again, it’s her dad that should be blamed here. Not her.

Or… “her’, if the whole custody case thing was the sudden issue that came up. Given the fact that the previous therapist didn’t bring it up at all in the Benchmark Tape, the fact that Vanessa suddenly gets all deadpan from here on out, and Patient 46’s introduction into this narrative… Call it a wild hunch from left field, but I now have my suspicions.

Tape 5

Therapist 2 confronts Vanessa about her texting a non-employee during work hours. A manipulative non-employee at that. When she asks about who this person is, Therapist 2 hears this response:

“I get a lot of messages from friends. I like when Luis writes to me, he's funny.” - William not only dodges the question (again), but he also attests to texting Luis. …That, or he’s trying to match up with how Vanessa acts again. Either way, he thinks Luis is funny— Even cracking a half-smile of sorts, which I wasn’t expecting. Make of this what you will, I guess?

Therapist 2 is having none of this. She warns Vanessa that her files are being hacked. Files with a whole bunch of details about her life on them. And what does Vanessa answer after being asked about the ramifications?

“I'm not in the tech department. I just type on the computers.” - …Yet another deadpan dodge by William. Given his prior work in both business and technology, he’s gotta know the actual answer to that.

Therapst 2 agrees with “her” again, but once again issues a word of caution: This stranger definitely knows a lot about her. And the reply?

”Lots of people know more than I do. Sometimes I need to listen.” - Okay, now we’re back to William just thinking out loud. This is pretty telling, however. It almost implies that William’s confidence has dwindled a bit since UCN… Though, again, it’s also possible that he’s trying to impersonate Vanessa for currently unknown reasons. I’m definitely not ruling that out.

Tape 7

Therapist 2 is out [blame Patient 46], and Therapist 3 is in. However, this time, neither Vanessa nor the therapist seems bothered by this. In fact, they have a very brief talk about candy before they start. Therapist 3 offers some, but “Vanessa” answers:

”No, thank you. Those have thirty-five calories a piece.” - …Well, I’m not completely sure if this is William answering here, going by the lack of indicators. However, given the fact that Vanessa apparently orders cupcake cookbooks according to a scrapped FNAF AR email (and, y’know, the fact that she later has a job that requires her to run up three floors), I’m going to assume that’s the case. This does imply that William is bizarrely health-conscious… Which makes a lot more sense when you remember that one description of him from the Silver Eyes. Guess he doesn’t want to look “fat and affable”, even as a ghost haunting someone else’s body ..

As the rest of this session concerns inkblot tests, I’m going to assume Vanessa quickly regained control here and move on. Her answers are something to note, being “a tree house” and “a beetle”. There is also ‘I like to sit outside and read’ in response to one of the questions, but this really could be either of them.

Tape 9

This session starts with Vanessa smelling some flowers that Therapist 3 has set out. They then have a one-sided conversation about gardens and hobbies, which reveals Vanessa apparently doesn’t have hobbies. Therapist 3, always being the chill kinda person, offers up her craft space in her basement as a place to do stuff. “Vanessa” refuses, saying this almost as an aside:

”I don’t like dark basements” - Given William’s history with dark and empty rooms, this one’s actually not that surprising. Dark basements, though? …I’d say this is a reference to Sistsr Location and brush this off, but that bunker had plenty of lighting. Maybe—dare I say it—we have another hint that William’s childhood was miserable??

Tape 10

This one is short, but at least it gives a hint as to what Vanessa actually looks like when haunted by William.

Case in point: Therapist 3 notes “Vanessa’s” comfy posture, even stating ‘It looks like you could take a nap’. Guess Will really likes the chair.

Therapist 3 also brings up Vanessa’s discussions with the Encrypted Individual, mentioning that it’s getting more serious. She asks if it’s distracting her from her work, which prompts this:

”My work is important. There's a non-disclosure agreement.” - There’s not only a grit of her teeth during ‘My work is important’, but there’s also a slight smugness in ‘There’s a non-disclosure agreement’. For a second, the William we’ve seen for the past ten years comes back in full force.

Key words there: For a second. As we’ll see in the next tape, things quickly become less smooth-sailing and more “oh no” inducing.

Tape 11

This session begins with Vanessa admiring the blue sky, which Therapist 3 comments on. The conversation quickly changes once Therapist 3 brings up Vanessa’s search history. Therapist 3 inquires if Vanny’s been doing private searches on company time, which leads to:

”I get breaks” - Short, sweet, to the point. Also completely dodging the question. Again.

Therapist 3 tries again, but from a different angle. She brings up the fact that Vanny is ordering some stuff to make a costume. She asks “what are you going to make?”, which gives us the return of the indistinct muttering.

Therapist 3 (with much better hearing than Therapist 2, I reckon) catches a part of what Vanessa is saying. “Did you say the costume is a secret?” she inquires in genuine confusion. “Why is that?”

“Vanessa” panics.

“I can't talk about this. He said he would always be watching. He could be here or there or anywhere in between.” - …As if I wasn’t concerned about William’s wellbeing already. Not because he sounds paranoid here, but because there’s a very high chance he’s right. Patient 46 has had a habit of being the cutting off point for the last two therapists, and Therapist 3 hasn’t been cut off yet…

Therapist 3, unfortunately, doesn’t take this as a warning. She assumes that this is about Vanessa’s dad and advises Vanny to resolve the issue. Vanessa seemingly pushes William aside and yells about “locking ‘him’ away” (most likely referring to Glitchtrap). Her voice finally breaks the deadpan threshold, only to sink back into it a few seconds later.

The tape ends with Therapist 3 and Vanessa talking about facing a memory head-on. This could be narrative foreshadowing somehow, but we’ll have to wait and see.

Side Note: I can see William saying “I have! I compartmentalized him. He's locked away.”; but Vanessa sounds like she briefly regained control there. If that’s the case, then it could be inferred that William got too scared and ‘let go’. Maybe.

Tape 12

Unfortunately, it’s time for Vanessa to go to the Pizzaplex. Therapist 3 offers to continue the sessions away from Fazbear Entertainment, but the offer is shot down by Vanessa:

“I'm needed somewhere else now. Thank you.” - Short, bittersweet, and absolutely ominous. For Vanessa, we know where she’s heading. But William? No idea. What we do know is that Vanessa definitely regained most of her control by the time Security Breach happens. So that probably means William’s haunting was only a temporary procedure. And, until we get more explanations, we’re not going to know exactly why.

(Also: It’s kinda heartwarming to imagine William thanking this therapist with a geniune half-smile. Vanny’s tone is seriously so warm, yet so tired.)

(And, by the way, Therapist 3 disappears after this tape. Somehow, Patient 46 strikes again…)

Final Notes

William, as expected, is not up for answering questions directly. Unlike in Sister Location, however, he seems to not take pleasure in this. There’s no smile in his words here, save the occasion ones that I’ve mentioned. Just a general sense of weariness.

When he does show emotion, it’s mostly just panic and/or self-loathing. He could still be trying to act as Vanessa, sure, but he did also crawl out of UCN. Maybe it broke his confidence enough that he can’t even trust himself anymore…? To the point where he’s also in danger of being manipulated? I mean, it did happen with him in Fazbear Frights epilogues…

Tangent aside, he is definitely not the same after the FNAF 6 fire. There is not a lot of bragging. There is not a lot of smiling or hinting at plans. He even mutters a few times, which is something he’s never done up to this point. He’s officially reached the same levels of brokenness his son Mike had, whether Will wants to admit this narrative irony or not.

Also, Vanessa apparently has enough trust to let him talk during the majority of these sessions. I dunno why that’d be the case, but maybe it’s just a temporary truce.

TL;DR on the whole thing: I’m very concerned for both of them, if this turns out to be true. It’s one thing to have an innocent bystander get mentally hijacked by a bizarre virus. It’s another thing entirely if the bystander and the ghost that’s haunting her are in agreement about being in absolute peril. Especially if it’s the ghost of an absolute villain whose entire livelihood once centered around making others suffer.

#william afton #vanessa fnaf #fnaf security breach #character analysis #voice line analysis #pond rambles #ramblings

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Lion King II: Simba's Pride Review (Birthday Review for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy people and it's time once again for that annual tradition where I celebrate Kev, my client turned friend and client who comissions much of the reviews you see on this blog, exactly how he likes.. by talking about lions for a while. And after covering the rather abismal interquel 1/2 last year, we're finally onto the sequel this year, Simba's Pride.

Simba's Pride is my first time covering one of Disney's various DTV sequels. And while many a kid can recalled having to suffer through these things , I honestly don't have a ton of experince with them. I saw about 6 as a kid: the aladdin sequels, extremley goofy movie, this one, pocahantas and hunchback. I saw them advertised sure but I was more a toy story kid. I watched and was scarred by that one way more than most other disney films outside of say Aladdin, which I remember watching all the time .That and the aristocats. MOstly for that bitching opening

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So i'ts not a suprise the only ones I really remembered were the aladdin sequels.. and extremley goofy movie, which is likely responsible for me loving goofy so much. Yes over the orignal , I just headbanged to the aristocats what makes you think I just magically turned into this one day?

That said.. I was curious to revisit this one when the time came as Lion King II has one of the better reputations among the disney sequels, feeling both SLIGHLTY more necessary. It's well liked to the point that when lion king sequel series LIon Guard happened, Lion King 2 was kept fully canon, to the point season 3 goes out of it's way to explain why the new crop of chracters from lion guard are absent during this film.

So the question is does this film hold up... or is it simply good by comparison to Mulan II: Everyone Woke up On the Wrong Side of the Bed This Morning? Find out with me under the cut.

We're Doin a Sequel: I almost didn't have much of a production section this time, but thankfully wikipedia provides.. in this case an old LA Times article from when the movie was in pre-release. It's not DEEP into production but it least it gives me some insight into how the sausage was made on this one.

The first was this pretty damming line from Buena Vista Home Entertainment's president, which sums up the DTV boom in a nutshell

“We look at the feature animation business as a way to set up the original story,” said Michael Johnson, president of Buena Vista Home Entertainment Worldwide. “Their energies are absorbed completely in new productions. So we have set up a division through the television animation group to do the sequels. . . . That’s not to say this isn’t good enough to go theatrical.”

This.. may be one of the grossest things i've seen disney do. It's not homophobia gross, it's not "making a feature film next to a concentration camp" gross, but it's still horrible to make a division just to make cheap sequels you don't consider anything but money , not only discrediting the work done by the animators on these films, but also admitting your making a shoddy product just to get money from parents who trust your brand. Am I saying this is the first or last time any company, disney included, pulled this kind of shit? No. Not even close. Even GOOD movies have done greasy shit to their animators, see the shoddy conditions on across the spider-verse. But this is still a special kind of wrong and set up a whole industry of wrong in these cheap half assed sequels. If antyhing could remind me WHY we need the writers and actors strikes, this is a big flashing symbol as to why as execs haven't really changed how they treat animation, just the tactics for being shitty to it.

That being said as always it didn't stop the team from trying hard, as Sharon Morill, then vp of DisneyTVA which also ran these things, was determined to break the stigma. It sadly didn't happen, but I can't fault her for trying. And Lion King II did try. It had a four year development cycle, which for animation seems pretty normal, but for one of these films is twice the length. They also changed up some things along the way but we'll get more into that with the film itself. The film released to mostly good reviews, with no one liking it more than the first but still finding it a fine sequel. So what'd I think of it? Let's explore that shall we? A Good Idea at The Time The core of Lion King II isn't terrible. it has some cracks just from the foundation but it's a solid idea for a sequel: We focus now on Kiara, Simba's daughter, played by the star of one of my faviorite franchises and a huge get for the time, Scream star Neve Campbell, who was just coming off scream 2 when this film came out no less. She does a great job once we get to the present with what she has, suprising no one. This honestly wasn't a bad move: unlike most disney sequels the setup for one is there in the finale with Kiara's cornoation, which is where this film picks up before going into her life as a cub, then spending most of the film on her as a young adult. Not only that the film does have the clever idea to play off Simba's trauma: he's overprotective of his daughter and Nala can see it.. and it wears on her more and more with time, with her finding pride rock confining and being annoyed he constantly sends her gay grandpas to go spy on her. You can see both sides: To kiara the pridelands have become a cage her dad's keeping her in but you get that simba still has lingering trauma from both Mufasa's death and his own buffet of near death experinces. Simba is wrong to smother her like this, but you can at least see why he's like this.

This time though there's ANOTHER lead, Kovu, played by disney legend and goof Jason Marsden, which sets a trend: While Cambell is a big flashy name most of the cast are either returning form the first one or are vetran voice actors or tv stars. Nothing wrong with this as the cast with one glaring exception we'll get to all does a fantastic job. The only one not to return is Rowan Atkinson, whose replaced by Fraiser Vetran Edward Hibbert and who does.. fine. He's not as good as rowan, but he's not bad and Zazu isn't in the film enough for it to be a real issue.

Kovu is one of the outcasts, a group of lions who were banished from the pridelands for supporting scar wholeheartdly. I'm a bit torn on the outsiders as the concept: I like the idea Scar had actual supporters, that Simba, given how much scar had done to him, overreacted and banished them all instead of trying to work with them, giving them legit reasons beyond WE EVIL to hate Simba and want him dead. That said.. their also a MASSIVE retcon that makes zero sense in the context of the original film. What lionesses we saw hated Scar and resented him, the pridelands were dying so it's hard to see why anyone would support him, even a small pack , EXCEPT simply being evil, and NONE OF THEM did anything about scar being eaten by the hyenas nor against the rest of the lions, nor tried to start a war when Simba exiled them. The Hyenas are also conspciously absent as , despite Cheech Marin being tapped to return, they were apparently written out.

There's also a massive elephant in the room: See if you look at Kovu you notice he kinda LOOKS like Scar and his mom, the leader of the outcasts and one of the best parts of the film Zira, played by Suzanna Planchette to vllanous resentful perfection, acts more like a vengeful widow. Surely i'm just reading too much into this and Disney didn't SERIOUSLLY consider making a film about incest right?

Yes. I wish to Mufasa up above I was kidding. Granted this info is midly suspect as neither tv tropes nor wikipedia have a link for it.. but givne Kovu looks like scar, how Zira acts about her former leader and lover, and how it seems very weird Scar wouldn't just sire an heir outright and just pick some random baby, i'm feeling it's true and it's laughable they got as far as they did before someone said "Wait isn't this incest' Which yes, yes it is. It makes the romance between the two feel weird as even with the film trying to act like Kovu isn't scar's son just his heir... it still very much comes off like Kovu IS scar's son and no one brings it up becuase lions apparently give a much of a shit about incest as the writers of this flim did.

Zira and Kovu are fascinating though: Zir ais as clever as scar, has a swagger to her and seems just at all times like a snarling engine of vengance. Her husband is dead.. and so his murderer shall burn. She's not deeply complex, but she is incredibly fun to watch and sometimes tha'ts all you need. Kovu meanwhile has a LOT of fascinating layers: he shows up hostile to kira as a cub and it's clear with how the outsiders function that he's been raised as a weapon his whole life: only to fight an dsurvivie with what scraps they have out there. And his transition to adulthood is shattering: Kiara is just herself but older, simply less willing to take her dad's shit after a lifetime of it. Kovu by contrast goes from a fairly sweet innocent kid.. to a revenge engine modled by his mom to infiltrate the lions and kill simba. Marsden gives a truly awesome performance, with just what Kovu has become being clear.. but also that beneath that what he could get from Simba's side of things.. could be better.

The problem is that while the setup is really good, the first third of the film having the two as kids and setting up the situation, and it's enough that I just ignore the massive leaps needed for the outsiders to exist or the fact their basically the hyenas but as lions, the rest of the film... does almost nothing with it. Instead of diving into these two characters and especially Kovu's very complciated crisis of concious.. they just do things in the most most cliche and tired way possible: Kovu finds his new life almost instantly better and plans to tell Kiara asap but can't, his clan gets tired and attacks, Simba blames Kovu and tries to clamp down harder and kiara leaves, theyg o back to stop a war. it's basically west side story or romeo and juliet but speedran so all the actual conflict and emotoin is gone. Kovu dosen't even kill anyone, the death is on Simba for Kovu's brother.

Oh and since we have to talk about him at some point let's talk about Kovu's brother. His brother is Nuka, a shabby lion who thinks he should be heir but proves every second why he shoudln't and why his mom didn't choose him, basically being comedy relief. They then try to give him a tragic death scene which would work.. if it were not for one clear error. one horrible mistake that ruins the character. They cast Andy Dick to play him

Yeah even putting aside his harassment , general creepiness and the fact John Lovitz had FRESHLY punched him in the face for making a crack about Phil Hartman post death (AFTER also enabling Hartman's wife's drug addiction), WHY would , even for the price of a nickle, you cast ANDY DICK for a dramatic death. Even before we knew he was somehow even worse, Andy Dick's whole existance was to be a punching bag. you hire him to annoy your audience and your characters. You CAN have a comedy characters death mean something and be truly gutting, take 24's death in venture bros or even among disney hooty getting turned into a puppet during owl house. But you have to make us care about that character on some level beyond being a joke no one takes seriously first. With Nuka.. he's just a dick who envied his brother and stupidly challenged Simba to a fight. And even as much of a dick as Simba is in this film, more on that in a moment, Simba STILL tried to just bat Nuka away. Simba, despite being ambushed, despite his hatred of the outsiders, despite everything you'd expect.. WENT EASY ON HIM. He didn't want to kill anyone. He only started getting serious when Nuka, somehow, proved to be an actual opponent and didn't even kill him on purpose. The idea of Simba being forced to that is good, but it just dosen't work when the character is nothing and had no personality other than "Pralines and Dick". Fuck em. And most good ideas end up like Kovu or Pralines and Andy Dick. Kiara is mostly wasted, mostly just wanting to bone her cousin and having a fairly sterotpicla disney princess arc, Rafiki is just there to push the main couple together, and Simba .. simba gets done kinda wrong. While the idea of him turning to his worst impulses over trauma is good, the film has so much going on instead he just comes off as a massive prick whose prejduiced, judges Kovu because he , in the context of the film HAPPENS to look like his arch enemy and isn't related to him, and treats his daughter like shit. Brodrick tries but there isn't enough depth given to Simba or anyone for this flim to work. The film just feels half assed...

It dosen't help despite not really giving the story time to breathe.. it also spends a LARGGGGEEE MEATY CHUNK of the storytelling on musical numbers. There's about as many as the original.. but I can barely recall them, with all just feeling like half hearted rehashes of the originals And unlike the original films songs which were all vital to the plot in some way (Circle of Life set the tone and theme of the film, I Just Cant' Wait To Be King fully sets up Simba's character for the first act and has him ditching Zazu, Be Prepared fleshes out Scar and sets up his big plan to kill Mufasa while also revealing at it's start that Scar was working with the Hyenas and by it's end reveals the Hyenas as a real threat, Hakuna Matata handles the time skip and sets up Simba for the third act, and Can You Feel the Love Tonight? has Simba and Nala begin their romance, which is key in getting him to go home. ). In contrast while these numbers COULD commuincate key stuff, they all go on so long they just pad out a film that REALLY didn't need padding, it needed a liver and some kidneys to help it function better.

The one thing the film does really well.. is the animation. Seriously while you can tell this isnj't a theatrical budget.. you can also tell the animators stretched every dime they had to make this LOOK theatrical grade. While some shots i've seen, or some sequels i've seen outright look like they were made cheaply, Lion King II looks damn good and worthy of the original. Despite all the challenges it'd bring the characters still look expressive, colorful with just that hint of real animal movements that made the original's animation so damn good. It may not look as good as the original but for what they had to work with it looks as close as they could possibly get and that's DAMN impressive.

So yeah overall this film isn't great. I wanted to like it I did: It sounded good.. but the final product , even acknowlding the struggles they likely had, is so padded and full of wasted potetial it just makes me sad. It's still probably one of the better Disney Sequels as it both had a reson to exist, good ideas and the animation is again fucking beautiful. But it sadly isn't as much as it could've been. Hopefully when I get to Lion Guard at some point, we'll see what a lion king followup truly could've been. For now.. we can only watch this and see someone almost but not quite make it. Maybe if disney wasn't treating these like disposable money factories this could've actually worked.

#the lion king #the lion king ii: simba's pride #kiara #kovu #simba #zazu #timon and pumbaa #neve campbell #matthew broderick #jason marsden #andy dick

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Okay so hypothetical scenario: f1 drivers actually read books (i'm not sure anyone of them does it actually if yes drop the recs guys)

What books would they actually read?

Well i've got my theories and i've actually put them into different groups (i was bored leave me alone) so here's something no one asked about

Group 1: Non fiction only!!;

Pierre: he'd read like the Elon Musk biography and would find it extremely inspiriational

Lewis: The why are you here Café and stuff like that, the Alchemist .. and everything about the inner child

Nico H: Power by Robert Greene (concerning book choice imo)

Group 2: Romance Readers <3

Lando: historical romance, bridgerton vibes , handsome knights and beautiful princesses, the ones with the ugly Covers, the ones that make you dream about being in love and being a damsel in distress

Lance: i don't know why but he would read Colleen Hoover, while drinking a glass of white wine and candle light.

Charles: he'd read one book a year but it would be about love or the very tragic ones . He loves depressing music so probably me before you is like his favourite novel of all time

Group 3 : Crime and Thriller because i'm a man

Kev kev: the hardcore scandinavian Thrillers, he's a girl dad he needs the variety

Checo: better read about it in a book than commit murder in real life i guess

Group 4: literary fiction

Oscar and Estie bestie: not necessarily the books that won any prices but books that are rooted in real life . Family issues , lone man on a roadtrip, that kind of stuff

Alex: the lighthearted literary fiction but the ones that also give you something to think about ..

Zhou: he'd drop the best recs i'm sure of it. Reads a lot and just good books..knows they are good before anyone else does

Group 5: gay fiction

Yuki: loves a good gay story, roots for the lesbians to finally get together

Group 6: fantasy

Nyck: the witcher, game of thrones.. started with Percy Jackson and now he's living in lord of the rings Land

Group 7: keeping it classy

Georgie boy ..who else

Group 8: magazines only

Fernando (when he's on the cover) and Carlos (when it's about golf)

Max occasionally

Group 9: doesn't read even in this hypothetical situation:

Logan

Valterri (he reads wikipedia articles though whenever he's bored)

#f1 #pierre gasly #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #fernando alonso #and the rest of the boys #can't tag them all #thinking about things instead of doing anything #which i should sjjskeke #anyway here are some uninteresting thoughts #books

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Alternative Timeline

So as of yesterday I have been on Tumblr for a YEAR! A WHOLE YEAR being a part of this beautiful wonderful incredible community that we have all built. And it has changed my entire life. I’ve made friends who I hope will be in my life long after we’ve forgotten about these characters and this universe (will we ever though…?). I have crafted and written and collaborated. I have participated in a zine and cobbled together a couple of drabbles. I’ve had so much fun being your unofficial Keeper of the Shameless Timeline, trying to make some kind of sense of season 1 and, more recently, working alongside some of my favourite artists and people to build a whole ass calendar! It’s been the most wonderful year and I’m looking forward to the next! I’m not done doin this thing yet!

Also, I know I haven’t been active these last couple of months, but I’ve noticed that there are a bunch of new people around these parts. I just wanted to say HI! HELLO! WELCOME!! I’m so glad you’re here! I see you all liking the things people are making and I know everyone appreciates the like, but I’m just gonna ask you to also hit that rb button! People are out here making things! For you! To enjoy! For free! Art and gif sets and fic! They take so much time, and it's so easy to show your appreciation! Just a couple of buttons! You don’t even have to go nuts in the tags (although we love that kind of unhinged behaviour around here). And if you wanna say hi to us, make some friends, I highly encourage it. It was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Ok I’ll shut up now. Let’s talk timeline!

I have tried my best to follow the logic, though sometimes there is none, and follow the clues, no matter how few! And I have tried to do it with as little bias as possible.

HOWEVER!

You guys, I have a confession to make.

There is a possible other timeline that season one could follow.

I do not like it! But, I am here to give you, my precious timeline enthusiasts, the truth! Even if it hurts me. Even if it makes no sense (because it often doesn’t. JW doesn’t believe in time). Even if it takes away the possibility of a Christmas bang and a New Year’s bang, which, truly, would be a tragedy and is the main reason I refuse to follow this other timeline.

Under the cut you will find the second possible timeline. You decide which you prefer, and tell me why! I need well-formed arguments for or against please!

Thank you all for being here with me this year. It hasn’t been an easy one, but you all have made it just a little bit better. I love you all!

Alternative Timeline

Episode 1: Remains the same at November 15, 2010. There is a calendar. Fiona points at it. No disputes here!

Episode 2: This is where it all could change. Bear with me. There is a possibility that this episode might have taken place on January 28, 2011, over two months after the first episode. Here’s why: Frank gets his cheque the last Friday of the month. In both November and December, the last Friday is a holiday, so this acts with the assumption that this is now January and it’s been 2 months since the first episode. I don’t love this idea because nowhere else in this season do they make such a massive time jump. A few weeks, maybe, but not two months. This also then changes the entire timeline. No Christmas/New Year’s bang, either. What do you guys think?

Episode 3: As this episode starts the Thursday following the previous episode when Tony Takes Fiona to his award ceremony, it leaves Tony’s deflowering to have taken place on February 4.

Episode 4: If I follow the logic of my original calendar which has episode 4 on the same weekend as episode 3, then this means this episode alternatively takes place on February 6th. This actually works quite well with an upcoming event in episode 6.

Episode 5: I worked a little backwards here. I had to place episode 6 on February 16th, so the only date episode 5 could take place was February 12th-13th, meaning Kev and Vee got married on February 13th in this alternate timeline.

Episode 6: At the beginning of this episode, Carl hands Fiona a note from last Friday and it is now Wednesday. I initially made the assumption that it is Wednesday Dec 15th, however, in this alternative timeline, I’m placing this episode on February 16th. And there is evidence of this date. If you zoom in quite a bit, it’s got a date on it, February 11, 2011, the Friday before February 16th. But I hate this timeline because it just doesn’t make sense! There is a calendar change in episode 8, two episodes from now! It goes from December to January in that episode. I can get that the calendar is unreliable, but if they’re gonna change it, why change it to the wrong month?? No. I refuse. But anyway. There is evidence.

This now leaves us three weeks to squeeze in the Bangiversary, Slim Jims, and two episodes of Monica before we get to the last two episodes, which we know for a fact take place on March 18-20th, same as the original timeline. Here is the only way this would work:

Episode 7: Episode 7 would be on February 18th-19th, making Ian and Mickey’s Bangiversary February 19th, getting rid of the possibility of a Christmas and New Year’s bang. Also, speeding up their entire first bit of their young relationship. We just went from a possible two months of secret fucking before Mickey was arrested to a mere two weeks? No! I don’t like it!!

Episode 8: This puts SlimJims and Milkovich-Ian Sandwich on February 25th-27th.

Episode 9: Frank would call Monica on March 5th and, she’d would show up around March 6th. That same night, Mickey is arrested.

Episode 10: On March 7th, Ian finds out he’s not Frank’s son and Monica abandons her children again.

Episodes 11 & 12: Remain the same. We know they take place on the Friday-Sunday after St. Patrick’s day.

I will admit, there is an elegance to the end here with the Karen storyline. In the original timeline, if she goes to the ball with her dad on February 21st, and then goes emo child on March 18th, about three weeks later. That doesn’t really fit, either. However, I could be convinced to move the entire Monica saga down so that it all happens in March instead of February. This could work actually. (Yes you are reading me figuring this out in real time, folks!)

WAIT!!! WHAT IF we have an alternative-alternative timeline?? And it looks like this:

We ignore the weird Carl teacher’s note thing from episode 6, and we keep episodes 1-8 the same as is in the original timeline, giving us the very, very important Christmas and New Year’s bang as well as more than two weeks of secret fucking, while episodes 9-12 look more like this second timeline, making the Karen storyline make more sense. Oh I think I like this!

Here are some visuals:

OG Timeline:

Timeline 2.0

Timeline 3.0

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?? Does anyone have opinions? Do we still care?? Did we ever…?

There you have it folks! Season One all tied up in…a really messy Gordian knot. I hope you enjoyed this journey as much as I have! On to season two! (I promise I won’t take a whole year this time!)

#Shameless timeline #s1 #alternative timeline

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The Mentorship, Part 7

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 7 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 6418

-----Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6----

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

The bouncer only looked at her long enough to know he would be getting a kickback, taking a small stack of bills from Curt, subtly.

“You can pay me back,” Curt mumbled in her ear as they walked into a dimly lit hallway. She was hyper aware of everything, feeling on edge in an unfamiliar environment. It didn't help that Scott was right behind her. She knew everyone else was either already there or would be on their way. She hoped she wouldn't still be a target of ridicule for Kevin.

She knew it might have looked odd, but she stuck closely to Curt. He ordered himself a double shot of Jack Daniels and a single for her as her inaugural drink.

It set her throat afire and stalled her breath as she swallowed it in one gulp with immediate regret.

“Oh my god, that tasted like ass and fire and every bad decision I've ever made,” she blurted out. Those in her close vicinity laughed and clapped, “Don't ever do that again,”

Curt downed his double easily and motioned for another. Scott also had a double of something similarly amber.

She looked at the bartender pathetically. He was cute, hopefully she could flirt her way into a better drink.

“Help,” she leaned on the bar, pleading.

“Don't worry honey, I got you. This one's on me.” His dimples deepened when he smiled as he pulled out a short glass, filled it with ice cubes. She watched as he picked up a bottle labeled Knob Creek and a bottle of some sort of juice. He poured them over The ice in equal amounts and stuck in a tiny straw, “If you don't like this, I'll make you something else,”

She was reticent, but stirred the drink before taking a gentle sip.

“Oh my god,” she took a bigger sip, “This is amazing,” another long drink until it was nothing but ice.

“Damn,” Scott ordered himself another, “get her another one, on my tab. Make this one a triple,”

She met his eyes, trying to determine his intentions. He still didn't seem as friendly as they had been, but he wasn't giving her the cold shoulder.

“Thank you,” she took the drink and sipped it through the straw still maintaining his gaze. She coughed slightly at the stronger notes of whiskey, but did not set it down, heeding Scott's warning.

Luckily, she wasn't much of the focus, pinned in the back of a circular booth by bodies on either side of her. She was entertained by road and personal stories, learning more about her coworkers tonight than she had in the previous months. She saw their kids’ photos, even. She was so entertained, that she had forgotten that Scott was on one side of her, their legs occasionally touching.

She also hadn't needed to worry about paying for a drink all night, but only accepted them if delivered by a server. She was stuck for the evening as long as Curt and Scott wanted to drink, which by their stature and tolerance, afforded them a lot more time.

Brinkley finished the most recent of what she learned were whiskey sours. She felt a slight haze of dizziness, but couldn't land on how many she'd had. She didn't think it was that many, but couldn’t seem to count past four.

“Probably oughta cut you off,” Scott said. Curt was up shooting darts with Bret, beating him as easily as he had everyone else. His Mr. Perfect gimmick didn't seem that far-fetched.

“Why?” She looked up at him squinting even though the bar was quite dim, “I've only had a couple,”

“Three alone are on my tab, Curt bought you one, one was on the house, and at least one of the guys bought you one,” he recounted, “No, two, Kev bought you that one,” he pointed at her glass of only ice.

“He did?” She looked shocked, “but he was mean to me,” she looked around for him, her head moving unusually slow.

“Was he?” Scott knew what she was referring to and tried to forget what he'd heard her say, “That's probably why it doesn't have alcohol in it.” He laughed at her shocked reaction.

“Yes, he was really mean. I can't really…remember how but I KNOW he was,” she tried slurping more from the glass, only managing to find melted ice, “And I'm really nice,” she defended. She looked around again and noticed they were the only two left in the booth. Everyone had left for pool, darts, local talent, or were at the bar.

“Is that so?” Scott sipped beer from a bottle.

“Yes, I am,” she found herself remembering why he might believe something opposite, “I didn't mean what you heard, by the way,” she was only slightly dizzy. She wondered how many of her drinks had been virgins.

“Doesn't make any difference to me,” he tried to shrug off the subject.

“I didn't mean what I said how you thought I said it, though. It makes a difference to me.” her brain struggled to connect the right words with what she wanted to say. She instinctively placed a hand on his forearm as if trying to impart her sincerity.

“How did you mean it then? What else is there to regret,” he sounded angry, but he didn't pull away.

“The ring. How I was in the ring.” She said quickly, “Russo just wanted me to kiss Dally tonight because I did the stripping thing with you last night.” Her own clarity came back to her, “To be really honest, I don't regret doing the strip tease at all, but I just didn't like how the suits took it,”

Scott was quiet for a moment processing her words and deciding if she was indeed, being sincere. She was looking at him, her eyes didn't shift or falter.

“I'd never regret kissing you,” she said now, plainly.

“Alright, I believe you,” he knew she'd harp on about it if he didn't give her something, “but, you have to make it up to me,” he countered. He noticed a sultry flash in her eyes and now had to wonder how far she'd actually go to make it up to him.

“What- what do you want?” She asked, scooting slightly closer to him, “What do you want me to do?”

“You're the one apologizing,” he took a long swig of beer, not taking his eyes off of her, “What are you gonna do for me?” He was careful in how he worded the vollied question.

With how long she was quiet, Scott could tell a number of things were running through her mind.

“Well…” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “You could do anything you wanted. To me,” she wished she had another drink, hard or soft. Her mouth felt as dry as a desert.

Scott’s eyes widened a little, but he managed not to spit out his beer at the surprise of such an open ended invitation.

“Anything I want, huh?” He tried to think of something that would make him feel better AND put her in her place, but her green doe eyes looking at him made any fiendish scheming difficult.

“Well…to start, you're getting a real drink,” he motioned for the server and ordered two double top shelf Scotches, neat.

Brinkley remembered the whiskey from earlier and was timid to say the least about something that Scott considered strong.

“Drink up,” he took a big sip of his own, but did not down it.

She looked nervously at the placid amber liquid.

“Half?” She asked hopefully.

“If you meant ‘anything’, then all of it. And that ain't the end of it either,” he took the glass and pushed it closer to her.

“1, 2, 3” She counted in her head before grabbing it tossing it back like had before. If there was ever something to regret, it would have been this. She slapped the table, feeling her body want to reject all of what she just ingested.

She coughed through the fiery burn, her eyes watering.

“Oh my GOD,” she managed out in response, “You actually like that stuff?”

Scott snickered.

“Yeah, that's a real man's drink. Puts hair on your chest.” he sipped more of his.

“Well I'll leave that to you. You rock that look better than anyone,” she turned her glass upside down so there was no chance it would be refilled.

“I do, do I?” He questioned, noting her delayed embarrassment.

“I mean…yeah. But you know that already, don't you? Isn't that why you only wear the small trunks? To show off?” She tried to defend herself only to dig a deeper hole.

“Not really. Was the cheapest gear when I started out. But good to know it's appreciated,”

“What else?” She asked him, receiving a confused look, “What else do you want me to do?” She reiterated.

“Give Kev a lap dance,” he smirked with a wicked gleam in his eye. He saw the panic cross her face as she looked at Kevin for a moment, the center of attention at the bar.

“I…I meant…I meant like, for you,” she stumbled, her head was swimming more now, the scotch working quickly.

“You said anything,” he wanted her to earn that apology. He didn't want to hurt her, but his deviousness outplayed him.

“She probably needs to head on back to the car,” Curt stopped by the table between rounds, noticing her glassy eyes, “I got one more game,” he set the car keys on the table.

Scott was disappointed for his own game to be interrupted, but there were no time limits on her apology.

“I'll get her back to the car,” Scott downed the rest of his beer, “but I'm not babysitting,”

Sliding out of the booth, she felt like she was moving very fast. But as she stood, she realized she'd forgotten how to. She grabbed Scott's arm to keep from collapsing.

“Scott, something is wrong with my legs,” she panicked, “they don't work, oh god, I'm paralyzed.” She tried to move her feet and they did, but not cooperatively.

“Jesus, you're not paralyzed,” he moved her arm to his shoulder, “hang on to me,” he might have still been haunted by her words of regret, but he couldn't leave her unattended in this state. He flipped off the hecklers as he helped her stumble out into the dark night.

“Scott, my legs, something is wrong,” she repeated, forgetting she had already said so.

“I know, I know, you're paralyzed,” Scott braced her against him while opening the door to the backseat.

“I am?!” She gasped, poking her thighs.

“Good god,” Scott grumbled, trying to position her in the seat. She held onto his shirt with tight fists and tripping over her own feet she fell into the floorboard. She nearly took Scott with her. He lifted her at least to the seat, his body positioned over her as she still held onto him.

Though drunk, she still was startled by the position she found herself in. It sobered her slightly as even in the dim parking lot, she could still make out his strikingly handsome features.

“I thought you were still mad at me,” she said softly. He didn't answer, but she could see his jaw clench.

“I should be. I didn't get my full apology,” he said cooly.

“I told you, “ She said earnestly, “I didn't regret anything with you! I wanted that, I really did,” she fervently continued, looking at his lips,” and I want it again,” she lowered her voice, hoping to see a receptive glint in his eye.

“I'm not sure you really do, you're drunk, girl,” his voice rumbled like thunder.

“Not that drunk,” her hands released his shirt, instead laying flat against his chest. One slid upwards, running her finger tips over his stubble. Her thumb brushed over his lips,”maybe just drunk enough to be honest. Don't you want to kiss me again?”

“I don't know. Who knows what you'll go around telling people this time,” he couldn't help his insulting tone.

“I never regretted kissing you. I've wanted to for a long, long time,” her eyes didn't betray her tone, looking up at him with an expectant want.

“Don't be mad at me in the morning,” he mumbled, leaning down. She lifted up to meet his lips, snaking her arms around his neck.

“I could never be mad at someone as hot as you,” she mumbled against his lips, letting him deepen it quickly. He punished her with the kiss. An insistent, demanding kiss, his tongue probing hers with dominating force. She gasped and whimpered as she tried to maintain, but did not pull away.

Scott felt her legs clamp around his hips and he couldn't help grinding between her legs a bit. He wasn't completely hard, thanks to the alcohol, but if she kept rubbing against him, that would change.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered as he dipped to her neck. She nearly writhed under him, gasping his name. The graze of his stubble burned her skin, but his lips and tongue sent a fiery tingle through her. She moved against him, feeling desperate.

“I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he admitted, looking down into her eyes. He shouldn't take it there. Making out was one thing. But fucking her half hanging out of a rental car in a seedy parking lot was not exactly what he'd pictured. And definitely not having to get her drunk to do it.

He had to catch her hands from pawing lower, much against his own wishes. He pinned her wrists on either side of her head, but kissed her again before she could protest. He still moved along with the motion of her body, swallowing up her whimpers with groans of pleasure of his own.

Brinkley felt her body tingling, the heat emanated from between her legs. She could feel his growing lump pressing into her and before she realized what was happening, she came, moaning into his lips. Her body stiffened as she did.

Scott paused, looking down at her listless gaze. Her mouth parted slightly, she looked beautiful when she came, like she was surprised her body could elicit such a response.

“Did you just,” he started, feeling her tremor a little beneath him. He couldn’t believe she had cum that easily for him. He fought the urge to slip his fingers in her pants to feel just how wet she got.

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, feeling a sluggish embarrassment creeping in, “I…I'm sorry,” she stammered.

“Don't be,” he fought with himself over moving forward. If he let himself just go, it might be over quickly from just the heat of the moment. Looking down at her he couldn’t stop his hand from lowering to his belt.

Within a few moments, he felt her hands pushing on him, hard. He nearly toppled over as she scrambled out from underneath him and barely made it to the edge of the trunk before she threw up.

Brinkley coughed, sinking to her knees as she leaned her forehead against the tail light. She felt suddenly tired as she tried to recover. It wasn't any more pleasant on the way out as it was in.

Scott sat on the edge of the backseat, running a hand over his head. What was he thinking with this girl?

“Glad to see you're not babysitting,” Curt said in jest, noticing her slumped against the rear quarter panel.

“I should be charging you by the hour for this,” he stood and walked behind Brinkley, grabbing her under her arms and lifting her into the backseat. She was not long from passing out, groaning as she was moved.

Brinkley tried to sit up, but decided against it as gravity fought her. She was hit by a sudden sleepiness and gave in to it.

Curt peered around the door to see her passed out, he glanced at Scott who was already walking around to the front passenger door.

“These new kids just can't keep up,” He said. climbing in the driver’s seat. He probably shouldn’t have been driving, but he felt clear headed enough and the hotel was just around the corner.

“Yeah, gonna take a while to get that one up to speed,” Scott tried to ignore the ache in the crotch of his jeans. It would only get worse unless he took care of it himself. He couldn’t help but think any self satisfaction would be disappointing. He tried not to feel guilty keeping what had happened from Curt.

“Did you guys make up at least,” Curt teased, seeing Scott turn into his inward sulking mood that he often did when embarrassed.

“We’re straight,” He left it at that. But he couldn’t deny part of him was relieved that she didn’t in fact regret kissing him.

Curt carried her to their room; Scott assisted but quickly left. Curt was curious as to what happened in the backseat, but the only other witness was passed out and would likely have a blurry memory of the events tomorrow at best.

He resisted undressing her for bed. He didn’t need to make any poor decisions tonight either.

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Brinkley woke with a pressure in her head that she was sure was from a literal vice screwed onto her skull. The room was dark but somehow too bright. She groaned as she sat up, feeling like she had been beaten and left for dead.

“Curt?” She called out, but regretted a second later, holding her temple.

He came out of the bathroom in just a towel, combing through his damp hair.

“It’s about time you got up, lazy bones,” He chuckled at her pale, pitiful appearance, “Might want to start making your way to the toilet now.” He suggested.

“Why don’t you look like shit,” She found it incredibly unfair that she was the only one suffering.

“Well, I would recommend that as soon as possible you take those pills on the table,” He motioned to her bedside where a pile of pills sat, “It’s just tylenol. But a lot of it. It's gonna be the best option,” He knew from years of experience on the road what worked and what didn’t. There might have been something better in more of the narcotic line, but she had rejected those in the past. He couldn’t blame her.

“If anything goes in my mouth, I’m gonna throw up,” She rubbed her hand across her forehead.

“Anything?” Curt placed his hand on his towel as if he were going to remove it, laughing when he received only a middle finger in response.

She did make it to the bathroom and she did get the pills down as recommended, but was mortified when told next it was important to put food on top of it. She was not looking forward to that part. Slowly the night before was coming back to her.

“Did…did Scott bring me back?” She started to recall ‘walking’ out of the bar with him. She recalled she was still in the clothes from last night when she first woke. That brought some relief (with its own disappointment).

“He took you to the car, bent you over the hood and went at it. Rest of the guys ran a train on you.” Curt spun a tale.

Brinkley looked at him, unamused as they left the room.

“What, no sense of humor when you're hungover?” He nudged her and she groaned.

“No. Nothing good exists right now,” she whined as they walked into the diner next door. The smells that greeted her were not exactly welcome.

“Well…you made out with him in the back of the car,” Curt said, acknowledging the group in the back at a large table.

“What-” she hissed, seeing Scott drinking coffee at the table. She remembered him talking to her. She had a feeling in her gut that it was friendly. And with the way he was looking at her now, she doubted Curt was pulling her leg.

“Nah, just fucking with you,” Curt's teasing just left her more unsure.

They took two seats at the busy table. Brinkley drank the black coffee at Steve's suggestion, slowly. It seemed to help, but she paced herself.

The egg whites and toast Curt had ordered for her stared her down as if they were a threat.

“I'd eat pretty quick if you took the ‘road remedy’,” Kevin nodded towards her plate. She tried not to complain too much and picked up her fork. Scott didn't say anything, but he never took his eyes off of her.

She managed enough to placate Curt, leaning on her hand as she finished.

“Can't I just go back to bed?” She managed barely above a wine, “we have today off,” she followed up. It was met with stilted laughter.

“We don't have a show…but there's still work. We are doing a radio show this afternoon. Gym time, usually go to a couple sites and let fans get photo ops, cop a few feels,” Curt slid an itinerary over to her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” she laid her head on the table, “Just for a little bit? It says 4pm…we can do the gym right before. I can get at least a couple hours,” she tried to convince Curt.

He looked at her as if mulling it over.

“I don't know, you might need some extra gym time, the road is making you soft.” Curt went to pinch her ribs, but she slapped his hand away.

“No I'm not!” She hotly contested his remark, “Kevin, am I getting soft?” She stood and turned to either side. He sipped coffee but looked her over.

“Nah, pretty hard little body,” he glanced at Scott to see if it would elicit a response. Scott looked at him immediately.

“See? And he doesn't even like me,” she countered smugly.

“Well I'm headed out, so it's now.” Curt left money for his check on the table.

“I'm not going until later,” Scott spoke up, “She can ride with us,”

Brinkley looked up at Scott to Kevin and back to Scott. What a double edged sword that option was. She paused to think before speaking.

“I’m fine with that,” She looked back at Curt, “I’ll just meet you there,”

Curt looked at her for a moment before shrugging, “Doesn’t matter to me,” though he found himself a little irritated that she wouldn’t be in tow. He’d wanted to get some one on one workout time with her.

“Thank. God.” She said standing, “I’m going back to bed. Please come get me before you leave. If I’m not down here, I’m in 417,”

Curt stood as well, handing his keycard to Scott, “She’ll sleep through an earthquake.”

Brinkley looked down at the keycard and then to Scott. At that moment, more of the previous night returned to her. Including him grinding on top of her.

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She lay in bed, but now of course, sleep eluded her. She was still exhausted, but she couldn’t stop replaying the reel of the night before, over and over. It had actually happened. The attraction went both ways. She felt some relief that she’d been able to explain to him that he’d misheard her. She wondered if she should revisit the subject now that her mind was a little more clear.

She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn’t shut off her mind. She hoped a shower would help. She let the steaming water flow over her, taking advantage of her extended free time. She couldn’t keep from feeling flustered that she had cum with him like that. She wondered what had gone through his mind. Probably not a lot since immediately after she’d gotten sick. She was sure that was a mood killer.

She grabbed a towel and dried herself, wrapping it around her chest as she walked back into the room.

She was startled by a figure sitting on the edge of one bed, cursing out loud in surprise.

“Dammit! What are you doing,” her hand flew to her chest as a spike of adrenaline coursed through her.

Scott stood looking at her in only a short, thin hotel towel.

“I, uh…I thought you might have wanted me to come by,” He looked her up and down without shame for doing so. She was still somewhat wet from the shower, her dark, damp curls clinging to each shoulder, “You had the room to yourself, took a shot,” He exuded confidence now.

Brinkley had half a mind to just drop her towel to see what he’d do next. She held it on her though, the knot weak.

“What exactly are you getting at?” she walked around him, not taking her eyes off of him as she headed to her bag.

“Well, now that you’re sober, I wouldn’t feel bad about finding out what the rest of you tastes like.” He took a couple steps toward her.

She felt as if the breath had been knocked from her chest and she braced herself against the table her bag laid on. She didn’t retreat as he took a couple more steps toward her.

“Unless you want me to leave,” He followed up, making no move to do so.

She shook her head slowly biting her lip, but struggling to speak.

Scott felt an intense arousal spread through him.

“And as long as you don’t think you’ll regret it,” He couldn’t help saying so, his pride still recovering from the damage.

“I told you I didn’t regret anything with you. Maybe, just that we were interrupted.” She found her voice as her hand loosened on the towel.

“Would you have fucked me in the pool,” He said with a direct crassness that made Brinkley’s sex throb.

She looked down, noticing a sizable lump below his belt. She nodded slowly as his hand lifted to the top edge of her towel.

He yanked his hand away as several clicks came from the door and it opened. Scott was only able to take a half step back before Curt walked in.

Curt could tell he had walked in on more than just a conversation. He looked between both of them, quickly noticing how little was covering his protege.

“Gym was closed, didn't open until 2, grabbed another key from the front desk,” He held up the card, “What, uh, what exactly is going on in here?”

“Just talking about the match tomorrow,” Scott lied through his teeth, “Brink here had a good idea for interference. Just working it out,”

She looked between both men and nodded in agreement with Scott’s lie. She knew Curt knew better though. They were not getting anything past him.

“I see. And? What’d you come up with?” He walked in the room now, nonchalant.

“She needs to use her training. She said she could work in a drop toe hold and take a fallaway slam from me,” He said, obviously not the first time he’d thought about it.

“I think she’s capable of that,” Curt crossed his arms looking at her.

She nodded after a moment, wetting her dry mouth the best she could.

“Yeah…I could. I’d want to practice first.” She looked at Scott.

“Sure, there’s a couple of rings around town. Let me make some calls, we can probably use their gym, too.” Scott’s hands were on his hips, again left in frustration. He reluctantly walked away from her.

“Yeah, just let us know, man,” Curt said, watching Scott leave. Once they were alone again, he looked back at Brinkley with a knowing but questioning look, “So…what did I walk in on. And I don’t believe his bullshit story-, even though it's a good idea,”

“I was in the shower. When I got out, he was just in here,” She shrugged, holding her towel up still.

Curt looked her up and down as well. It would be a shame not to take advantage of the situation before him. Just because Scott missed out didn’t mean he had to. He knew if he just waited though, she would likely initiate.

“Did something happen last night that I don't know about?” He knew immediately from her sheepish expression that something happened in the car.

“Just…a kiss,” She shifted awkwardly, but looking at Curt in a tank top as his workout shorts was shifting her arousal to a new target. Her eyes must’ve said as much, as Curt smirked.

“That’s it?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“Then I got sick,” She shrugged.

“Well from the looks of it he was about to pounce on you,” He motioned toward the door, “Like he was about to eat you alive,”

“No…” She fibbed, “Just business,” She turned to her bag and picked out an outfit to wear to the gym. She tried to ignore the toy tucked in the corner. She could definitely use some alone time to sit on that for a while.

As she turned back around, Curt stood directly in front of her. His sudden proximity startled her a bit, but her mood instantly changed as she was flooded with his scent.

“Just business huh?” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at the top of the towel, “So you mean to tell me, if I reach under that towel, that pussy isn’t going to be wet?”

“Well,” She gulped again, feeling odd about wanting another man just moments after nearly bedding another, “it might be now…,” “Can’t be from me,” He scoffed.

“I think you underestimate how you affect me,” She said, her lax grip allowing the towel to fall. She tried not to blush as his eyes looked her up and down.

“Are you asking to use your pass?” He questioned, resisting the impulse to reach out and touch her, “Or are you just really hard up for Scott and trying to use me in place of him,”

“I don’t need to pretend it's anyone else with you,” She reached out and pulled him gently by the shirt towards her, “But if you want to use me, I don’t mind,” Her statement reminded him that he couldn’t be too upset without skirting hypocrisy being a married man.

“I want you to wait, one more day,” He asked, chuckling at the pouty disappointment on her face. He let down his restraint and let his hands slide along her body, cupping a breast and twisting a nipple gently between his fingers, “At least for my dick, can you do that for me?” He continued to roam her body, looking down at her needy face.

“Yes, Daddy,” She sulked, “I can wait,”

“That’s my good girl,” He leaned down to kiss her, rough against her lips with his. He knelt in front of her, letting his lips slide down her skin. He parted her legs, propping one of them over his shoulder before letting his broad tongue lick up her pussy. Her sweetness was welcome and she was indeed plentifully wet. He flicked past her clit repeatedly, making her whimper with each pass.

She threaded her fingers into his hair, her hips rolling along with the pace of his tongue. Looking down at his delicious lips exploring her sex evoked a surge of desire. She already felt the tingle of her orgasm building and she willed it forward. Her legs nearly buckled when he sunk two fingers in her primed entrance, working in time with his experienced mouth.

“Fuck….Daddy…I’m gonna cum,” She groaned, her eyes locked on his actions. His response was to thrash his tongue over her, suckling on her sensitive clit and punishing her pussy with the strokes of his fingers.

Brinkley covered her mouth with her own hand to keep from crying out in pleasure as she came, his oral assault continued. He wasn’t satisfied with one. Or with two. And the third he forced with such a demand that he did have to prop her up as her legs gave way.

Her legs quivered even as Curt helped her lie down. Quickly, she found the sleep that had earlier eluded her. She slept well, waking up again feeling much more rested as Curt stirred her.

“Scott found a ring,” He said softly, “Gotta go now though,”

She nodded, yawning, grabbing the outfit she’d set out earlier. Meeting in the lobby, Scott and Kevin waited for them. Once at the car, she realized they would have an extra passenger. Kevin quickly took the front seat. Being the tallest, he felt entitled to it. As she got into the backseat, Scott slid in next to her.

“Have a good nap, Brink?” He asked, taking a moment to look her up and down again.

“Um, yeah…I feel a lot better now,” She timidly responded, remembering how close Scott had been to ripping her towel off.

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She was not uncomfortable in the ring. She asked Curt to warm up with her, out of habit she was just more comfortable with him. She knew that would need to change if she ever wanted to have legitimate matches. But for today, she got her jitters out and tried to get into work mode as Scott stepped through the ropes, Kevin stepping over the top rope.

“Why do you do that?” She asked him, pulling up her elbow sleeves, “How does that not smash the goods? Everybody will still know you're tall if you step through like a normal person.”

Scott failed in his attempt to restrain a laugh, turning away from Kevin.

“It doesn't smash anything. I barely touch it,” he defended, looking back at the rope.

Brinkley looked at him skeptically, “I have eyes,” she reminded him, “ I can see,”

“Can we add a powerbomb to her schedule?” Kevin asked, not a fan of being called out.

“She gets what she gets,” Curt shrugged, “Only way she'll learn to watch that mouth,” he warmed up his joints by circling his arms and pulling on the ropes. Brinkley mimicked him as everyone else stood outside on the edge of the apron.

“Funny that you think I'd ever stop being mouthy,” she quipped right before they locked up. She let him take the lead, taking a few bumps and running some rope drills. Once she was warmed up, Curt tagged Scott in. She reminded herself that this was work. Anything inside the ring was work and everything on the outside stayed there.

Her nerves didn’t get to her as she practiced sliding under the bottom rope and safely tripping up Scott. She scrambled away, being caught by her ankle and Scott would drag her back to the middle. She placed a foot in his gut and he sold it, but grabbed her again as she tried to get away. He threw her into the ropes and caught her in a front body carry.

“Tuck your arms and try to fall on your side and roll to the back,” he coached her. “Kev will pull you out after that. Curt goes to check on you and I roll him up for a 2 count.”

She tried to stay relaxed as he held on to her, one arm under her shoulder, the other between her thighs. She did her own part of helping hold herself up on him. She felt a tingle in her stomach as he fell backwards and hoisted her over his head. The bump didn't hurt, but it was hard. The ring mat made an awful smack.

The rest of the spot worked well, but she asked to practice it a few more times. Scott was more than willing, each pass was more and more natural. She still got that flutter in the stomach when she was thrown over his head, but there was something so thrilling about being manhandled.

Once she was satisfied, she and Kev headed towards the gym as Scott and Curt volunteered to wipe down the ring.

“You did a good job with that one,” Scott complimented as he started with the turnbuckles, “Considering she had very little ring experience at all. You'd never know it looking at her now.”

“Yeah, training her wasn't really too hard. She would keep at something until it was perfect. She was pickier than I was. She probably ran a marathon trying to get her rope runs down. Kept getting tangled up in her own feet,” Curt laughed, remembering what would have made a fantastic blooper reel,”But she's got a lot of potential if they'll use her right,”

“Yeah…that's a big ‘if’,” Scott knew women didn't get many chances to not just be eye candy these days. Some were starting to blaze a trail, but it wouldn't be without its pushbacks, “She'll be okay if she just speaks up for herself,”

“Don't think that's going to be a problem for her,” Curt looked up a she told Kevin to ‘hold his fucking horses’ in the background, “Hey, I've been meaning to talk to you about,” Curt looked back over his shoulder, “our plan,”

“Kinda wondered if that was off the table,” Scott said, lowering his voice, “hadn't said anything about it for a while,”

“Nah, still on if you're still interested,” Curt said. He wasn't stupid, he knew Scott was more than interested. He knew there was no work talk going on in that room earlier.

“Yeah, man, sounds like a good time to me,” Scott said cooly, acting as if he could take or leave the opportunity. His inner voice betrayed that coolness. It continued to bring up every encounter, every touch, every longing glance from across the room.

“Was thinking about tomorrow night. After the show we only have to drive a couple hours. Would have plenty of time, especially if we snuck out of the show early.” Curt had been working the plan out on his own, “gonna try and figure out where everyone else plans to go, then head somewhere different.”

“Sounds like a plan, I think we go on second to last though. Steve and Bill have the main event.” Scott tried to remember tomorrow's card.

“That'll give us time to leave. I think it still works,” Curt looked back at her as she laughed at something the gym owner said.

“I'm there,” Scott confirmed. If anything at least that would be a guarantee. He could hangout tonight with the boys and drown all his thoughts until they ceased. At least for one night.

#wrestling fan fic #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #curt hennig #wcw #wwe #wrestling #fanfiction #pro wrestling #1999 #Scott hall #kevin nash #The Mentorship #wrestling smut #a bunch of other wrestlers from this time period

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the-invisible-queer · 7 days

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I’d say that the Wedding Fight would necessitate the creation of the group chat- Nick (or whoever finds out about it first) creates it to loop in the other Lucases + Macy, to help logistically manage things so nothing goes wrong on the day of the wedding. And then after the wedding the chat stays active so they can keep each other informed of how Stella and Joe are doing, etc. they’ve probably informally exchanged info but this is the first concerted effort they’ve made to discuss the elephant in the room probably.

First texts were something like:

Macy: So we’re all agreed that this is going to end badly right.

Nick: Absolutely

Frankie: yup

Kevin: 😿

Nick: And here is how badly [voice recording of Joe & Fiancée arguing, maybe like 1 min?]

Macy: Yeah, tears and turmoil coming at us in 3 years or less.

Frankie: good, we’re all on the same page. So, what’s step 2?

And then you get the text bubbles of multiple people typing

probably it doesn’t get the name changed to “Joella Update Account” until after they’re both divorced and finalized. And at some point it becomes “Joella Stan Account” once they’re married.

Sorry for the late response bestie I trying not to spiral over something fucking DUMB

Macy creates the groupchat after Stella vents to her about how ridiculous Joe is because why would he bring up feelings from years ago when they were both kids after she gets married and the night before his wedding

Meanwhile Joe is venting to Nick because he just wanted to get closure which he didn't get because Stella didn't want to talk about it and her saying that even if she did still have feelings it wouldn't matter because she has a husband and tot at home was the opposite of closure

Something about Kev only communicating in emojis is so on brand and Frankie is the only one who can interpret his emoji charades

Everytime the groupchat name has changed it was Kevin

He names it "Wedding Disaster Prevention" the night it's made and it stays that until it becomes "Joella Updates" and then "Team Joella"

#joella #joe and stella

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 1 year

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Thought You Could Get Away

Yandere Shuri X Black Fem

Summary:After you escaped for good you got to meet with your favorite girl

Authors Note:One of my favorites

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(wifey fr) @yvxmpire @ziayamikaelson @writesbyriri @xxmilli @letitias-fav @locoforshuri @lunax0654 @2k7-sparkles @malltake12 @randomhoex @niaalove @saintwrld @atssukoo @adeola-the-explorer @shuri-my-love @shuriislut @secretgyals

One shot or series:Series

Warning: Tbh idk

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3: In Love

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Y/n’s Pov

You begin to wake up dehydrated and weak . So weak you couldn’t even use your powers to get out . You look around trying to observe your surroundings. You look around seeing your in a room . The room had cameras and a window . Your hands where behind you so you probably couldn’t use your powers. You try to grunt and pull your hand Infront of you . “You should give up Sthandwa(My Love)I don’t want you to get hurt” you roll your eyes and keep trying. You became weak after many tries just to have it on the side of you .You lay your head on the wall closet to you . You hear the door open and the person closes the door behind them. You turn your head slightly to see shuri runs to you concerned.”I told you to relax “ she looks at you weak and fixes how you sat. “Where’s kev” you ask weak in your voice . She chuckles evilly and talks into her bracelet. “Bring in kev” she say mischievously. “Do you mean this kev “ she says as opens the door.Kev begins to got brought in my Dora Miljae .You look up at kev sadness and anger fill your body. Kev had bruises a black eye and weak . “What did you do to him “ you ask confused. “Just talked some sense” she says laughing and walking out . “ Release Him” you say calm yet demanding. They drop him harshly. You begin to force yourself over as much as you could with the weights. “Kev what happened” kev ignores you and shrugs.

Wtf happened to kev.

Shuri comes in the room and walk to you and places down food. “Eat up my love “ she says . You look at her crazy . “Oh like I can eat with my hands in shackles with a heavy weight” you say being sarcastic .”Pretty Harsh My Love “ you roll eyes . “Can you like get these weights off me” you ask being polite. “Of course I never want you in pain” . In the moment you seen the shuri you knew the shuri you loved . You reach to give shuri a hug .Even though she was crazy over you (like deadass crazy) you still loved her in your heart . She removes the weights and gives you a full hug . All though you wanted to be mad at kev you still saw him as family and wanted to make sure his health would be good .”does kev get food” you ask concerned kev gives you a side eye . “Never mind” it’s like when you wanted to be nice to him he was more cold .

You ate your food which help you with energy. In the room it was boring nothing just nothing. The glass windows had a table and two chairs. Sense you had energy and shuri decided to not put the weights back on that left you free. Kev didn’t speak to you he only spoke when he wanted something. You decided to try to use your powers to open the door . Sense you could practically do anything with your shadows why not try to make a key .

You formed the key on the first try easily you made it look like a normal person could do it . The key opened the door you where about to leave “kev you coming” you ask . Kev begins to get up and walk towards you . You start to walk thinking he would come . He stops you and you turn around ,he leans over to your ear “watch your back out hear and don’t forget about me I still love you”he whispers. You give him a hug “I won’t let you down” you say as you released him.

You where basically free but all you wanted to do was leave wakanda for good.Even if that meant leaving with none of your items.

You made it outside of the unknown place and took a breath of air. You look around to see where you where.You hear a sudden noise from behind. You turn your head slightly to see shuri.You turn your whole body and you start to walk back into the place.Shuri stops you by putting her hand on your chest. “Relax you can come with me” she says calmly. You shrug and you begin to place Shuri’s arm down.She walks in front of you and you begin to follow her path.The two of you head to the forest.The forest where shuri saw her mother for the last time.You guys stand distantly and you guys began to bow your heads. “My heart was buried here before I meet you “ She says and she turns you . She lifts your face up with her hand. You look up at shuri you feel a spark but you knew that spark would turn into a flame. Shuri begins to get down on one knee. “Y/n will you repair my buried heart and make me the happiest woman alive” you look at her worried and confused.you run off out of the forest trying to make your day home. You get to your apartment seeing Dora Miljae standing in front of the entrance. You rush into the building hoping they didn’t see you when they did . You made it to the floor where your apartment was and saw Dora Miljae Infront of your door. “Lord have mercy” you mumble. You make a shadow figure that looks like a person go an talk to the Dora Miljae that where Infront of the door . They run to go see what the shadow figure was talking about and you ran into your apartment.You left your phone in your apartment the day when you went into the meeting . You looked around for it but thought “my phone could be dubbed “ you decided you where going to get a new iPhone. But you needed clothes and the basics . You packed your suitcase and the Dora Miljae opened the door . To see you . It was 2 exits but it’s only 1 that works. The balcaony . Was this a crazy idea, hell yeah. Where you trying to leave shuri and wakanda , most definitely. And this would probably be your only time so you had to do what you had to do . You where fine the shadows help you land fine so you where all good !

Shuri’s Pov

I call the Dora Miljae at the apartment as soon as y/n ran from the forest. “Do you see y/n heading your way she just ran off” i ask the Dora Miljae.”No but the Dora Miljae at her apartment said she just jumped off a balcony and is now on the run” . They explain to me. “You guys can’t do shit right “ I yell at them. “Start telling the Dora Miljae at the cell area to be ready she might go their “ I say trying to be calm and collected. “Yes Panther”they responded. I hang up the call in frustration.I begin to think where she could be going . And all I thought was the cell . She fucking played me , played me well at that.

I get a call from my bracelet. “Yes” I ask already annoyed of what they were going to say . “We couldn’t find her anywhere” they respond. “Send a amber alert for her in every country every state The whole fucking world and say if they find her they get 50,000 “ I tell her being serious . “Alright Panther will do “ . I end the convo after last sentence. “They can’t do shit right I knew I should’ve just relied on okoye aneka Ayo and Nakia “ I say thinking if I went them it would’ve have been real smooth .

Y/n’s Pov

I got kev on the way to drive out of wakanda. I didn’t know where we going to stay for the rest of the night but it sure as hell was not going to be wakanda . “So why are you running” kev asks you. “She’s fucking crazy no matter what you see she’s fucking crazy over me “ I explain to kev I feel my body get warm from a simple touch.I side eye him to see his hand rest on my thigh. “Kev Why is you hand on my thigh you know that there’s no us” you respond . He removes his hand “yeah…” he says as he gets silent . You turn on the radio to break the silence. The radio breaks with an alert . “There is a alert for a lady named y/n l/n if she is found it’s a 50k reward” then it goes back to the music .

For the night me and kev stayed a hotel . It was pretty nice but you had a plan . Knowing shuri she probably sent that out to everyone. You insta carted some hair dye. You finna go blonde and pink in this bitch . “Kev come add this dye to my hair “I yell as I finish mixing the hair dye kit. Kev comes in the bathroom top less with flannel pj pants .You where at first going to get on him about him being top less but you let it side .

After you died you hair blond you decided to just put it a claw flip for now .

For the night you went to sleep kev slept on the pull out bed . Although he tried to stay in the bed with you . You knew you couldn’t share a bed with him. He was a flirt always trying to sleep with you or some shit. But he was still your friend.

The Next Day

Shuri’s Pov

I woke up hoping that someone would at least give me good news. But knowing that would never happen I decide to get dressed . I thought about how I could find her or get over her. But it’s not like I haven’t tried to I just can’t . No matter how hard and long I try she’s just her. She’s different I can talk to her but every thing but the problem is I’m crazy over her . Like Beyoncé said I’m crazy in love .

I went to my lab and told everyone a hour before to take a hour off. Decided to use this time to figure her out her plan her ways .”Griot who was the last call on y/n’s phone “ i ask him . “Riri Williams Panther” Griot responds to my question. “Oh is it , Griot Call Riri “ I demand. “Calling Riri” . “Look Have you seen y/n she’s went missing and could be anywhere “ I ask her hoping she has seen her . “Nah I haven’t seen her I let you know when I do “ riri explains.”See you “ I say another . “See you “ she responds. She hangs up and I sit down I face palm and think.

Y/n’s Pov

“Riri thank you so much you saved my ass I owe you” you say , “And I know how you can owe me “ she says as taps her lap. You begin to walk towards her and sit on her lap. You started to kiss her until kev came in the room. “I guess is my time to go” he says . “ let’s take this else where” riri says you guys get up from the couch and make the way to the bedroom and you close the door .

You begin to get up from the bed In Riri’s shirt and shorts . “Damn you sure look good in the back “ she says as you begin to leave the bedroom limping. “Whatever ri” you say trying to grab the wall for support. “I know you ain’t talking when you can barely walk” . “Bro I hate you” you say annoyed at her . “You weren’t saying that earlier “ she says as she starts mocking your moans “I fucking love you riri “ . You roll your eyes and you begin to look for the heating pad and water . You make your way back to the bedroom and you guys start to watch abott elementary . “This show right hear eats “ you say as you lay on her chest . “I love you ma” she says as she kissing your forehead. “I love you when you don’t do to much “ you say with a smile .

That night you and riri bonded over many things. You had a real connection with her and didn’t fear that she was going to make anyone her opp because they don’t like you .

#shuri #shuri fanfiction #black panther wakanda forvever spoilers #shuri udaku #queen shuri #princess shuri #daddy panther #letitia wright #wakanda forever #black panther #Cuddl3s4shur1Writes #cuddl3s4shur1

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afterdarkprincess · 8 months

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Aftershocks Part 2??? I guess???

Look idk what happened, but I didn't do any work today and instead I wrote this.

Part 1

Post Summerslam Tribal Combat SamiJey

AKA why the fuck Sami didn't help our boy

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Earlier that evening-

Sami paced wildly in the locker room. He could barely look at the actions taking place on the monitor, Kevin stared at it with fury written all over his face.

Kevin had no love lost for the Usos but no one deserved a beating like this from their younger brother.

Sami’s heart raced in his chest. Someone had to help Jey, someone had to even the odds. Everything in him was screaming to run out there, to protect Jey.

He could hear the crowd begging for Solo to stop as he sent his older brother crashing through a table.

It was the same feeling he had when Paul handcuffed Kevin to the ropes back at the Royal Rumble. The helplessness and pain of watching someone he loves be broken down and beaten. He couldn’t sit idly by, and this time it wouldn’t mean betrayal to someone else.

At least not exactly.

“I know what you’re thinking of doing, and I just wanna say I do NOT agree with it.” Kevin’s voice cut through the thoughts racing in Sami’s head.

“I can’t not go out there, Kev. I couldn’t do that to you and I can’t do that to him.” Sami ties his hair back into a bun, mentally preparing himself to head out there.

Kevin shook his head, “What is it with you and him? I’ve known you for decades and he hated your ass like 6 months ago.”

“I don’t know how to explain it man, but I have to do this.”

“Well I’m not gonna mop your face up after Roman busts it again. Or Solo. Or Jey.”

Sami laughs, “Noted.” Clapping a hand on Kevin’s shoulder as he passes, Sami moves to exit the locker room and head to Gorilla position.

As he heads out the doorway into concrete clad hallways, he nearly runs into a quick moving figure clad only in black. Sami’s hands come up to touch the strangers arm, make sure there’s no harm done.

“Sorry Pal, didn’t see you there.”

The figure turns and stares at Sami’s hands before looking up and locking eyes with the redhead.

His face is covered with a black bandana, hood thrown over his hair, but Sami Zayn has spent enough hours with Jimmy Uso to know those eyes anywhere.

And they are dark, bags under them as he stares wordlessly into Sami’s eyes.

Sami pushes in closer, looking over his shoulder, “What are you doing here?”

Jimmy pulls down the bandana, eyes blazing. “What are YOU doin’ here, uce? Thinking you gon’ play the hero, huh?”

“Jimmy, I can’t just let Jey get beat like that, I-“

“And why not? He told you he don’ need you no more! We don’t need you no more!”

“I know he doesn’t need me, but I still… care about him!” Something else almost slipped out, something Sami’s barely been able to process. But that doesn’t matter now.

Jimmy’s eyes narrow in rage, “Of COURSE you do, didn’t matter none when it was my ass on the line but when it’s JEY the honorary uce comes runnin back.”

“That’s not true-“

“Ain’t you listenin? It don’ MATTER. This is family business, you have no part in this! I gotta do what I gotta do and this’ll be over.”

But why does his face look so dark and conflicted?

“Jimmy, what do you have to do? You’re going to help him, someone has to help Jey.” Sami knows he’s not blood. He was reminded of it every day for months how could he forget? Maybe Jimmy was right, but he couldn’t walk away without knowing someone was in Jey’s corner.

“Yeah, Uce,” Jimmy chuckles. “I’m gon’ help him.”

Something doesn’t sit right. “Are you sure? I could-“

“Man what is WRONG with you? He don’ WANT you no more.”

The words stung. Like a super kick to the face.

How could Sami ever compare to Jey’s brother? His twin.

Distantly the crowd roars. Sami prays it’s momentum for Jey.

He dips his head, “Okay. I-I get it. Please, just.. help him.”

Jimmy doesn’t say anything else, just adjusts the bandana to cover his face again and pushes Sami back towards the locker room.

Kevin looks over at him as he enters the room. “You come to your senses, did you?”

Sami shook his head, “Something like that”

“Well, whatever it was, looks like he didn’t need you anyway.” Kevin gestures to the screen, unaware of the salt he just rubbed into a wound.

But sure enough, Jey had gained some steam. Solo was down, put through the announce desk, and Roman looked rough.

He watched, heart full with pride and a small glimmer of hope. Maybe things would be different with Roman dethroned. Maybe they could go back to the way things were before.

Jey set up for the Uso splash, and Sami wondered idly why there hadn’t been any music queued up yet. Surely Jimmy had made it gorilla by now, why hadn’t he come out?

Jey stood over Roman now, stunned and out cold from the splash.

Suddenly Jey’s leg goes out from under him.

And there stands a figure in black.

Jey looks up in confusion, recognition, then the grief and hurt of betrayal.

Sami is frozen in shock.

“I gotta do what I gotta do and this’ll be over.”

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The match ends. Roman’s disgustingly familiar music plays, though there’s no showboating this time. The tribal chief looks tired and worn, and shows no pleasure in the result.

The wiseman of course is beside himself spouting validation to Roman.

Jey remains in the ring.

The cameras don’t much care for privacy, and the naked grief on Jey’s face is open for anyone to see. His face is wet with tears and sweat.

He clutches his arms to himself and makes no move to leave the ring.

Sami fears that he’s injured, but knows deep down that Jey is going through something worse than an injury.

How could Jimmy have betrayed his brother? His twin? Why?

Sami’s thoughts raced, replaying his conversation with the older twin earlier, every interaction both on and off camera for the last few years.

Nothing about it was adding up, Jimmy wanted out of Roman’s grasp as much as Jey.

A flash on the monitor caught his eye, pulling him out of his head. Some officials were in the ring now, medical looking Jey over for signs of injury.

Jey’s face remained skyward, staring unseeingly at the lights above while Adam Pearce called his name.

Jimmy’s reasons didn’t matter right now.

The urge to see Jey with his own eyes was strong, he just needed to feel that beautiful tanned skin under his fingertips for a moment, to know he was okay.

Jimmy might have been right. Maybe he hadn’t lied about Jey not wanting to see him. And if Jey chewed his ear off or super kicked him again, Sami would take that. It would be worth it.

Next time (If I keep writing, who knows???) what will happen when Sami finds Jey??? Cute shit probably!!!

#samijey #jeysami #jey uso #my writing I guess #the brainrot is real

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gettingfrilly · 3 months

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Edd for 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 18, 19, 20.

1. My first impression of them

When I first watched the show as a kid, I saw Double D as the "good" Ed and I blamed Eddy for his status as an outcast. I felt really bad for him lol I always took his side in each episode.

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

I always liked him! I was a stickler for rules as a kid, so I saw Double D as very righteous.

4. How many people I ship them with

Eddy mostly, but I also really like him with Nazz. I have some interest in Eddmay as well but haven't really explored it much. Double D is the character I ship the most people with.

6. My least favorite ship of them

Kev*dd. I think it could work and be interesting, but the shippers soured me on it (not all kev*dd shippers etc etc.)

7. A quote of them that you remember

For some reason the first one I always think of is "Ed-d-d-d-d-d-dy-dy-dy-dy-dy?" I think about his dialogue from brother can you spare and Ed a lot, too.

"My hands are contaminated by the filth of chicanery! Oh, what dastardly deed have we sowed?!" (Which is followed up by one of my fav Eddy lines, "Who writes this guy's stuff?")

8. Your favorite outfit of them

The masked mumbler. He's so bean shaped.

10. Describe the character in one sentence

A stupid sockhead and a babbling dweeb who can't lift a butterfly.

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

Like I've said before, I usually start thinking about a character because a quote of theirs comes to mind, and said quotes I think of are listed above.

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

I think he had less self control when he was younger. Probably gave into his angry side more often (like the way he tries to go after Sarah when she sneezes on him.) Definitely precocious and maybe a bit of a brat.

19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them

I mean imo kev*dd is pretty damn random lol

20. A weird headcanon

Not really weird, but I don't see it all too often. My "what's under Double D's hat?" hc is type 4a hair that he has no idea how to take care of because his mom (who also as type 4 hair) never taught him how or took the time to take care of it herself. He got teased mercilessly for his hair before moving to peach creek (both because it was messy and also because it was curly to begin with) and it lead to him getting into fights on occasion (I also hc he used to be more viscous.) So that's why he started wearing his hat, and continues to wear it because of how his hair looks but also to hide his bald spots from trich.

#gettingfrillyspeaks

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lovely-lauren-arts · 1 year

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1: Why do you dislike Human centipede and SAW?

2: Personality of Isaac?

3: What are things your characters hate?

4: I'm imagining Beatrice t-posing when someone gives her a hug. And its funny

How's ya day? :)

1. Human centipede is beyond sickening and disturbing. The second movie was the first one I saw clips of and I was like "nope". I hate movies that are just overly disturbing and disgusting without any substance.

And SAW just makes me feel so bad for the victims. Plus when I was a kid my dad was watching SAW and I walked into the room and I saw it on the TV. I think it traumatised me. Specifically the scenes when the blade comes down onto the stomach and the guy who got crushed in-between two walls.

2. Isaac is curious, friendly and smarter than people give him credit for. He likes amphibians and playing outdoors.

Beatrice - Manipulative people.

Isabella - Those who mistake her kindness for weakness.

Madeline - People asking about her covered eye.

Daisy - Anyone who gets between her and Isabella

Penelope - The people who killed her friends.

Elizabeth - Being seen as stupid.

Oliver - Whoever took Audrey.

Claude - Whoever took his arm.

Audrey - The constant feeling of not being complete.

Dolly - Nobel's.

Kev - Drugs.

Freddie - Cowards.

Catherine - Starvation.

Sophia - Shouting.

Chester - Catherine.

4. Lol not sure about that but yeah Beatrice isn't very good when it comes to hugs and stuff.

5. It's ok. Been feeling a bit sick but nothing too serious. Hope your days going well.

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@tv-is-daddy

A reply from this ask here

... I literally had to rewatch all of Nights At Freddy's for this reply to confirm this and... Yeah... You're right. I don't really see why Mobox would mock Kev's show for it's voice acting when... Mobox's own old show also has the same if not much worse problems with it, and Open Mind has barely even been worked on, basically nothing has been shown (And it's been like, what, 3 years?)

Actually there's several other problems with Nights At Freddy's as a whole that I have, especially with episodes 1-3, so I guess this is about time I make my Nights At Freddy's series review. This will be a long review as I'm going over each of the 4 episodes, so the full review will be under the cut:

Episode 1: Right off the bat in the first few seconds there's a problem that's consistent throughout the whole show: The voice acting is very low/the music is louder than the voices. Spring Bonnie's voice is very hard to understand but this is probably due to low mic quality. The sound effects are also louder than the voice acting (which becomes much more apparent in episode 3) as well.

This is supposed to be an episode that shows off who each of the characters are and what their personalities are like, but it doesn't really seem to show any of it. It wants you to come in and think that you already know what the characters personalities are like. This can be confusing, especially for new viewers

The nightmares show up for one scene and add nothing to the plot, this is the same with the toy animatronics and Spring Bonnie and Springtrap, only showing up for a cameo as well in the end of episode 2 and adding nothing. The nightmares want to escape the asylum, but why? What's their reasoning? You can't really call this a B plot either because they literally only show up for one scene out of the whole series and nowhere else. A nonsensical inclusion, moving on Foxy's voice acting is barely audible, this problem gets fixed in episode 2, but we'll get to that later. The lineart and coloring, especially in the section with Chica and Foxy, seem to be a bit rushed and unclean throughout the show, as shown in this example here, where a piece of the hair is missing (Foxy's hand in his hair also looks off with the lineart but that could just be me). This lineart problem is throughout all of Mob's works though:

Throughout the whole show, the lip-sync isn't that good, normally only being the same three frames with an occasional fourth (what I mean by this is that the lip-sync doesn't match with the audio and is the lip-sync is just simply a bit lazy)

The humor is also lacking, if I were a kid I'd probably find it funny but as an adult, not so much. It relies on random pauses and sound effects. (The "whispering" of Freddy is barely audible as well)

Like the nightmares, Golden Freddy only appears once in the whole show and never again. He could be a good foil to Freddy if given the potential and opportunity, constantly trying to bring him down and think unwise things, but this isn't what happens is it?

Freddy's voice acting is barely audible in the end as well, but this is a problem throughout the whole show

Episode 2: The problem with the music being too loud continues. This is where we start getting bits of "lore" at the beginning, but this lore doesn't make any sense, Oliv is the soul in Chica at this time, how could she be Chica's sister? Moving on

There's this totally unneeded closeup/gross-out scene with William Afton that lingers on for about 7 seconds and I really hate it. Speaking of William, why is his scene even here? Is it a flashback? Why is Renata helping him? Again, these two only appear once in the whole show (William in episode 4 but he doesn't have a speaking role) and nothing comes out of it, it's an unneeded inclusion

Like I said earlier, the voice acting of Foxy gets a little better due to it being more audible, but now you can only it through your left ear and you can barely understand what he's saying. This is probably due to him being too close to the microphone in recording

The humor is still lacking, again relying on sound effects and random long pauses (the bonnie "hippopotamus" joke relies on a still frame that lingers on for 6 seconds). The sound effects also continue to be much too loud

Again, the lip-sync doesn't match the audio

The whole plot with the fight Bonnie and Freddy have doesn't make any sense. Shadow Freddy is a black bear, why would Bonnie think he's the killer? Not to mention he's never even been mentioned before this point, so we don't even know what his purpose is in the show beforehand?

The rain effect was in the first episode, it's obviously raining outside in this one as well, so why isn't it there?

(Also, there's no credit for the voice actors in this episode and the credit is only shown in the third)

Episode 3: The shortest episode and yet it feels the slowest. The voices continue to be low (especially with Kenny's and Balloon Boy's) There's about 4 segments of ear rape audio back to back with each other at the very beginning (Chica screaming, a jumpscare sound effect, Shadow Freddy's segment that goes on for about 17 seconds, and the record scratch sound effect) that are very painful for the ears (The voices are low so you have to turn up your volume and then the ear rape audio happens)

Shadow Bonnie's voice acting is a bit strange, at one point she has a normal voice and the next (in her "animatronic form") her voice is deepened for some reason. Why didn't they keep the same voice for both forms like they did for Bonnie and Freddy?

Whenever the animatronics turn into their "animatronic form" they lack a lot of expression, this is especially shown in the scene where Freddy and Bonnie apologize to each other

Not everyone shown in the series is credited either? Kenny's mother as well as Kenny himself's voice actors aren't credited in the series end credits, so we don't know who voices them. Chica's mother is named Melody? We don't know because it wasn't specified who Melody was in the end credits, but it's possible?

Episode 4: This is easily the best episode out of the entire series, but this is only due to the improvement in animation and art style, such as this smear frame of Baby in the beginning. There were not many of those in episodes 1-3 and they had each lasted almost three frames:

Speaking of this smear frame, in the same scene there's this strange blinking animation with Baby. She only uses the top half of her eyelids to blink. This could be a simple animation error, but it's shown twice in the same scene:

The lineart looks the same as always, and the background music is still too loud and louder than the voices, especially during the fight scene with Baby and Ennard. This is the same with the sound effects. This problem also persists throughout the episode

Once Baby gets to Freddy's is mainly where the voice acting declines. Freddy's voice is still too low as always, and as usual the lip sync still doesn't match the audio

And that's all of the episodes of Nights At Freddy's before it got cancelled. The fact that Mobox would think this show is better than FNAFHS or even Kev's web show (EODLS) is absolutely crazy, because at least FNAFHS and EODLS have (or had in FNAFHS' case) a coherent and understandable structure of it's own lore, while NAF tries it's best to make it's own lore but fails miserably. Nothing's coherent and it ends up making no sense, things show up once but never again, etc. The only really "good" thing about it is it's art style and animation (on occasion, though it improves drastically in episode 4) and even then that's not enough to make a good series. Hopefully Open Mind will be better than this, but who knows at this point since practically nothing is being done or shown for it

I'm giving Nights At Freddy's a 2/10, closer to a 1 than a 3, thanks for reading

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