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84reedsy · 5 months

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The Mentorship, Part 14

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 14 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4565

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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

Though it was summer and still hot in the middle of the country. The heat and humidity of Florida was oppressive, but a welcome change. Brinkley finally was looking forward to refreshing her wardrobe. It was summer so she'd likely rely on short shorts and cropped tops. She might buy a few things with longer sleeves until her arm healed. Whatever she bought, she was just relieved to add anything new to the wardrobe rotation.

Even though both were thoroughly exhausted, Brinkley had insisted she go shopping once the plane landed and they’d gathered their bags. Kevin departed for Daytona from the airport with the plan of returning daily for training; he had no interest in spending a day at a mall or department store. He didn’t envy Scott at this moment. Brinkley tried to be as expeditious as possible. She resisted grabbing arm loads to take to the dressing room and have her own mini fashion show. She could see that Scott was beat from traveling and was being benevolent enough to entertain her. She grabbed a few dresses, shorts, and tops and at Scott’s request, some lacy things that he could benefit from later.

Brinkley found herself nervous as Scott pulled up to his house. Suddenly, everything felt very real and intimate. Staying the week with him after one date and a handful of sexual experiences felt perhaps a little premature. She could hear Curt’s objections to it in her head.

“So, this is the castle,” Scott followed her in the door. It was a beautiful house, and Scott seemed to be very proud of it.

“Wow, this is nice,” She walked around the entrance, then into the living room, “Hope I make this much money someday,” She smirked at him, “So where will I be staying? Do you have a guest room?” She said playfully.

“Yeah, it's the right side of my bed,” He took her bag, “Allow me to show you to your room, miss,”

She followed him closely, gulping when she saw the large king bed in his room.

“Jesus, how much money do you even make?” She blurted out, looking at the furniture.

“I get paid well, pretty much the main reason I jumped ship to Atlanta,” He set her bag down, coming up behind her, “But I can think of some other things I’d rather talk about,” He ran his hands down her arms.

“Is that so,” She shivered a little, barely in his room for a minute and he was making a move. She ignored the twinge of pain as he passed over her welt, “Like what, exactly,” She leaned against him, having no plans to resist.

“Well…one thing first, I want to see how hurt you are,” He turned her to face him, with genuine concern in his voice.

“It’s not that bad…” she mumbled, but gave in, knowing he’d see it at some point. She slipped off her shirt and let him gently hold her arm.

“Damn, was he trying to yank your arm off?” Scott looked mad, but she knew it was out of worry, “I mean…I’m no angel, I’ve done some dumb things drunk…I promise you he’ll never have a chance to do this to you again.” Scott swore, “Not while I’m around,”

His protective nature made her instinctively more attracted to him, now loosening her bra as he watched, licking his lips.

“Are you my big protector?” She plied him with an innocent tone, “And here I thought you were the big, bad wolf,” She teased.

“I might just be both,” He took a step toward her, stalking her towards the bed.

He hovered over her as his lips lightly toyed with hers, her neck, her earlobe, her chest, her shoulders. He moved slowly, lingering so that the slightest touch made her gasp. She lay captively under him, basking in his romantic attentions.

She kept her hands soft, too. She touched his body gently, running her fingers along his leathered skin, tough from years of abuse. She felt every line, every crevice, every rippling muscle that flexed beneath.

Scott kissed around her bruise, promising to make her feel better and forget her pain. He wasn’t lying. He entered her slowly, intently watching her every reaction as he slid deeper.

“You feel so good, baby… I just wanna live inside you all the time…” He mumbled as his forehead rested against hers. His hips rolled slowly, but he pressed himself deep, drawing a whimper out of her each time, “Tell me how good I make you feel…”

“So good…” She moaned breathily, “I love the way you feel in me…” She mumbled, whimpering as he slowly sped his pace. She could feel him teasing a release out of her, but she didn’t chase it, “Please…harder…I wanna cum for you,” She begged. “My baby girl wants to cum for me?” He flexed his hips firmly, the force nudging her farther up the bed, “

“Yes….god yes, let me cum for you,” she slid her arms under his, her fingernails lightly digging into his back.

Scott mumbled a curse as he buried his head against her neck, driving himself harder into her as he gave up trying to subdue his own release. Just as he moaned loudly into her skin, he felt her climax around him. She tried her hardest not to, but she couldn’t help dragging her nails down his back a little, stilted whimpers leaving her in time with his orgasmic pulses.

He lay on and in her for a while after, kissing her neck softly, silently taking her in.

It felt different, all of it. Brinkley had to wonder if this was what making love was about. It had been intense and intimate. She felt different afterwards, too. As if she were more of a woman because of it.

“I know I’m no great prize…” Scott mumbled, grazing his lips across hers, just out of reach of a kiss, “But I’m really happy you gave me a chance,”

“Are you serious? Scott…” She slid her knuckles across his stubble, “You’re a better guy than you know…you’re a prize to me. I wouldn’t love you like I do if I didn’t think you were worth every second of it,” She bit her lip immediately and knew her entire body was flushing when she realized what words left her mouth.

“Is that so?” His eyebrows raised at her statement, recognizing the embarrassment of a compulsive outburst, “What exactly did you just say?”

Brinkley shook her head quickly, “Nothing…just you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,”

“No no no, I heard you say something else. Say it again,” He held her by her chin, stilling her. He smiled at her discomposure.

“Scott…It just slipped out,” She felt stabbing nerves in her belly.

“Let it slip out again,” He ran his thumb over her chin, looking down at her affectionately. Brinkley sighed, but couldn’t argue with him on it.

“I wouldn’t love you like I do…if I didn’t think you were worth every second…” She said it slower, looking into his dark, brown eyes.

“That’s a pretty serious thing to admit,” He looked down at her, knowing he should just let it be. It would be stupid for him to admit the same thing, “You know I care about you a lot, right?” He held his tongue. Though he could say it and mean it…he knew it was too early. And she was so young…could he really trust her to be the adult he would need her to be or would she turn into a love sick puppy.

He felt guilty as she looked up at him in the moment.

“You don’t have to say it back, Scott…I know its not always the same for both people,” She blurted out now, not wanting things to turn awkward, “I know you care about me, Scott. Just leave it at that,” She’d take that rather than having to hear him say he didn’t love her.

Scott kissed her softly before sliding off of her to the side, pulling her with him so she lay on his chest. He knew he’d possibly ruined the moment for her, but she didn’t seem to mind as she snuggled up to him. Having not slept since the night before the show, both fell asleep quickly.

Scott roused her a few hours later, though they could have slept for several more. It was important that they stay on as close of a road schedule with only 4 days off. She felt like she could have slept the entire 4 days if he’d let her. She was excited to wear something new, opting for short cutoffs and a red halter top.

“Damn girl,” Scott said as she made her way into the kitchen, “I’m gonna have to make sure I keep myself hydrated this week,” He winked at her as he took a drink of his beer and offered her one. She shook her head, instead looking at the small selection of wine on his counter, “Oh hell, you’re not a wino like Kev are you?” He sneered playfully.

“Big Kev’s into wine?” She laughed a little, having a hard time picturing Kevin at a wine tasting with crystal flutes and his pinkie out, “Wouldn’t have called that,” She grabbed a white wine, not sure what she would like and looked at the cork curiously. Scott smirked, taking it from her and fishing a corkscrew out of the drawer below the wine. He poured her a glass, handing it to her.

“Speaking of Kev,” He went back to his beer, watching her intently for any reaction to his question, “What would you think about sometime inviting him in on a little fun while we’re on the road?”

Brinkley took a sip, but held it in her mouth as she looked at Scott with some surprise.

“What exactly do you mean…a little fun? Like…poker or something?” She said hoping he wasn't implying what she thought.

“Ha… not exactly.” He sipped his beer watching her reaction, “Something a little more…physical,” he was thoughtful with his word choice.

“Oh…I, uh….” She felt awkward, wondering how often girls were shared between the guys and if she should have been more prepared for something like this.

“I mean, just you were into the idea of Curt and me…” he reminded her, trying not to sneer at the mention of his former tag partner.

“I didn't know that was happening until it was happening though…not really something I was prepared for.” She reminded him that she was blindsided.

“So that's why I'm asking ahead of time,” he reasoned.

“I don't really like the idea,” she said, wondering if she was already going to be a disappointment, “I just want to be with you. Plus, I mostly annoy Kevin… not sure he'd be into it.” She surmised.

“Are you kidding?” Scott chuckled, “He acts like that because he wants to nail you. Pretty standard for Kev.”

“Is…is he gonna be mad if I say no?” She chewed her lip feeling nervous that she was going to be goaded into this regardless of how she felt.

“I'm not gonna force you,” he smiled, but it fell as he saw the concern in her face, “baby, it was just a question. I never want you to do something you don't want to.” He walked over to her, “I just thought you might like it. But gotta say I like the idea of wanting just me,” he tried to corner her apprehension, “forget I said anything,”

Kevin wouldn't be heartbroken by a long shot. Scott was actually looking forward to bragging about what she said.

Training the next morning was slightly awkward at first while she tried to adjust to the different methods of Scott and Kevin’s teachings.

Scott could tell she was nervous around Kevin and that she'd gotten in her own head. It was likely why she got tangled in the ropes on a simple run and fell out of the ring. She landed awkwardly, but luckily without injury.

“Better be on your game a little more than this in the ring with us,” Kevin leaned over the top rope looking down at her as she lay across the mat, “You get lazy or sandbag me and I’ll give you a receipt you won’t forget,” He teased a little, but glanced at the healing dark ring around her arm. He felt bad for joking about hurting her for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know,” She lay flat on the floor with her arms and legs splayed, “I’d deserve it, too,” She sat up, pulling herself back into the ring, “Let’s go over when I get tagged in again. So Curt is going to keep from tagging me until I grab his hand and tag myself in. Push him out,” She mimicked kicking him with her foot, “And I’m going to lock up with Scott, right?”

“Right, if I happen to still be in, Scott will tag himself in acting like he really wants to get ahold of you.” Kevin rolled his eyes at the look that Brinkley and Scott exchanged.

“Then you go low, I’ll bend over and you can hit me with a facebreaker or stunner if you’re feeling up to it,” Scott mimicked his moves and Brinkley walked through her options.

“The stunner would be better…” She thought out loud, “Obviously,”

“I think it would make sense for you to go for quick covers a lot,” Kevin suggested, “After all, you’ll be the odd one out.”

“Should…should we go over this again when Curt gets down here?” She asked carefully, noticing a look shared between both of the men, “He is in the match, you guys…”

“I assume he’ll pull you out of the ring when we go for you. You probably won’t have a TON of actual skin to skin,” Scott guessed that WCW was not super into the idea of two men beating up a woman half their size, “He’ll probably tag himself in a lot,”

“As if he’s protecting me,” She rolled her eyes, knowing he would do exactly as they said.

“That’s fuckin’ rich,” Scott scoffed, “Forget about that for now, lock up with me again,”

“Forget that, she was asking about chest chops earlier,” Kevin entered the ring again, grinning sinisterly.

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Brinkley was ecstatic to pick up her new gear the next day. She took Scott with her to the tailor, trying it on and modeling it for him. It was just sparkly enough. It had orange piping around the edges, and was a shiny purple fabric. She had two tops, one strappier and showier. Another was more like a sports bra, but of the same fabric. A fishnet crop top was included that could be worn under either. It was enough of a cover that with tape, she could wear it without her bruise showing.

She had a pair of black shorts that had purple and orange stripes on the waistband. Another pair was skimpier, letting a little backside cheek show. It also came with two pairs of fishnets to wear under the shorts. Lastly, a pair of long leggings that had mesh cutouts up and down both legs.

Scott had an idea of what he thought she looked the best in, planning on suggesting it for their match at the pay per view. He paid for a pair of black wrestling boots to add to the outfit after she went back and forth about how her white boots would look.

She held them happily in her lap, still giddy when they left. She kept thinking though, that Curt had paid for them. After a couple of days, her anger had lessened and she knew she would end up forgiving him. But she wasn’t sure things would ever go back to the way they were before.

Maybe that was for the best.

“Are you guys ever gonna forgive Curt?” She asked, riding along with Scott. He rarely drove anywhere, but he’d promised to chauffeur her around while she was there. It gave him an excuse to stay sober, though it was a struggle some days.

Scott frowned, looking at her arm then her face.

“Would it make you mad if I said yes?” He had forgiven guys for worse - just another part of being in the boys club.

“Well…no, I guess it wouldn’t.” She said honestly, “I figure I can’t ice him out forever, either,”

“Well you have more of a reason. You can forgive him, but not be as close as you were,” Scott suggested, a little bit of a self-serving comment.

“Do you think if I forgive him I’m just gonna jump on his dick again?” She asked with genuine curiosity.

“I think he may try to use sex to get close to you again. He may go around saying he’s not interested in anything with you, but I’m not sure how true that is,” Scott responded with his own honesty, “I mean…of all people, I can understand how he’d wanna get back in them britches,” He slightly teased.

“Britches? Ok, grandpa,” She teased back, earning a warning look from him.

“Just…I hope that you remember what you told me,” He turned serious for a moment, “That you wouldn’t be with him while we’re together,” He reminded her.

“I know, I won’t,” She covered Scott’s hand that lay on her thigh with her own. She thought about her verbal slip up earlier. She couldn’t do that to someone that she felt like this about. Curt wasn’t here in front of her, but she couldn’t imagine wanting to give herself to him like that ever again.

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She finished packing her suitcase, feeling a little melancholy over it. They were headed to Tampa this afternoon once Kevin arrived. It was where the tour picked back up. Kevin would be stopping by in a rental car to pick them up on his way. She’d wondered if Kevin and Scott had discussed the suggestion Scott had made the other evening. He’d spent the evening after their last training and work out at Scott’s place.

She hadn’t answered Scott yet definitively, but she’d almost felt targeted during his visit. It could have just been that both were pretty inebriated. But, Kevin had eventually left after sobering up a bit and Scott had been the only man in the bed with her afterwards. He lasted twice as long, wearing her down to the state of a rag doll.

Brinkley stretched her back and thigh muscles still sore from that marathon. She tried not to think about seeing Curt this afternoon. It made her nervous. Her arm looked much better, but there was still a discolored ring around where he’d grabbed her. She would need to wear tape and the mesh top if she wanted to try out the new gear.

Tampa was not a long drive, but it was for the best since the longer the ride, the more her anxiety built. She wondered if Curt would be in their locker room. She wondered if anybody else knew what happened. She hoped not. She knew it would again, affect her reputation more than anyone else's.

“Please, please, pleeeease, don’t make a scene,” She begged both of them, but looked at Scott as they made their way into the arena. They'd arrived earlier than most, so the activity was minimal. All available hands were likely setting up the ring and entrance ramps. He reached for her hand, holding it at his side as they walked in.

“I’ve got something I’m going to say to him alright,” Scott promised as Brinkley groaned a little, “But…only when its just me and him,” He followed.

“Thank you,” that worry was quickly replaced by the realization that he was still holding her hand as they walked. She tried not to draw too much attention to it, but it made her stomach flutter a bit when they passed other people.

She stayed close to Scott or Kevin at most times, letting Scott help tape her arm before she slipped on the fishnet sleeves. She paired the leggings with the strappy matching top. She decided to leave the most revealing pairing for the pay per view.

“Sure you don’t want me to go with you?” He asked as she was finishing fixing her hair. Curt hadn’t shown his face in their locker room. He hadn’t expected him to; he wasn’t stupid.

“I’m sure,” Brinkley tried to reassure him, “It’s not like there won’t be people around. You’re still coming out to interfere right?” She smirked at him, knowing the next week or so would be a lot of that with one or both of them ‘torturing’ her in the build up to their match.

“Wouldn’t miss it. Gonna be hard not to throw you over my shoulder when I leave,” He grabbed her ass through the skin tight leggings.

“Save it for after the show ...then you can do whatever you want with me,” She pulled him down to whisper in his ear and nip at his lobe. He growled and pulled her against him.

“I have half a mind to let that jackass walk out alone and go get really disrespectful with you in a closet somewhere,” He popped her ass, not caring too much if anyone around the corner of the locker room heard.

“Promise?” She teased, stepping just out of his reach. There were more people in the locker room now as she left and some seemed to be hiding amused reactions. She had to assume she and Scott were now no longer quietly seeing each other.

Brinkley felt her heart racing as she approached the dark tunnel of the gorilla and as expected, Curt was waiting. It felt awkward, neither of them speaking as they stood next to each other. Curt glanced at her wrapped arm, wondering if it looked any better yet. Once he looked away, Brinkley glanced back at him, noticing a cut on his face under his eye, butterfly strips holding it together.

“Oh my god, what happened??” She asked, looking at the injury.

“Nothing,” He shook his head, “Ran into a door,” He fibbed.

“Did you get in a fight?” She had to pull her hand back before it touched his face.

“I wouldn’t call it much of a fight. More of like a sucker punch,” Curt recalled the fist that seemingly came from nowhere.

Brinkley slowly realized what he meant. She remembered Kevin being late to the car when they left Omaha.

“So…that’s because of me?” She shouldn’t have but she felt guilty.

“No.” Curt told her quickly, “This? Was because of me,” He had been pissed at first, but a few days of reflection had calmed him down, “I did it to myself, Brinkley,” He hoped that she hadn’t spent the week resenting him like he feared. The look of concern on her face brought him some relief.

He enjoyed her valet performance, walking to ring more slowly than usual to soak as much of it in as he could. She interfered as if they’d never missed a beat. She and Curt had to pretend like they didn’t hear the crowd reacting when Scott and Kevin snuck down the ramp. They each went to either side of the ring, essentially trapping her between them as they approached.

They toyed with her and teased her, nearly backing her against the ring post. Curt stepped through the ropes, attempting to block them, Kevin distracting him as Ray Traylor blindsided him for an upset finish. Scott tried to drag her away from ringside and she slapped him, the sound much worse than the sting, but the audience “oooh’d” over it. Just as he was about to grab for her again, Curt slid out of the ring and stood between them, warning them to get backstage.

He pretended to console her, enjoying whatever moments he could of closeness even if it was a facade.

Back in the gorilla, he took his hands off of her, but she pulled him back, touching his cheek gently. It had started to bleed again.

“You’re bleeding, you should go to medical. It might need stitches,” She fussed a little over him. He took her hand from his cheek, kissing her palm before putting her hand back down.

“Go on, I’m sure you have some people waiting on you,” Curt would hang around until she was gone. He didn’t need Scott evening things out on the other side of his face, “The new outfit looks amazing, by the way,” He called after her. She glanced back over her shoulder at him with a smile.

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Unsure if she should spend the money on her own room or find some other woman backstage to share with, Brinkley bunked up with Kevin and Scott after she was convinced that Kevin wasn’t bothered by it.

Scott was accurate in saying it wouldn’t take long for Kevin’s pet anaconda to make an appearance. She was sure he liked being caught with it out. At 11 inches soft, she didn’t blame him, though it only convinced her she wanted nothing to do with that trouser snake.

After a few days though, it began to feel like she and Scott were living together. She wasn’t getting enough sleep for a variety of reasons (though the main one left Scott with some sleepless nights as well) and though it took some mild convincing, Scott understood why she would want her own space, though occasionally he was sure he could convince her to stay with them.

There was only one altercation out back of one bar where Scott and Curt stood toe to toe. Of course Brinkley was there, having been the reason Scott was there in the first place. Heated words were exchanged, though Curt’s were mostly apologetic and he took ownership of the situation. Scott had shoved him, but that's where it ended. Curt knew he would end up with a receipt over it in the ring and he was fine with it.

Backstage, Brinkley had resumed talking with Curt on occasion - he was in their dressing room most of the time. Before a house show in Fort Lauderdale, they were the only two at the gym on a rainy, gloomy day. They had paired up and it felt like old times when Curt spotted her. Brinkley wondered if she missed him, or just missed her routine.

“I can give you a ride,” Curt offered when she stopped at the gym’s front desk to call a cab to the arena. Everyone else had been nursing severe hangovers likely caused by whatever pill bottle was making its way through the crowd at the bar. She’d known better than to participate in that.

Brinkley looked at him for a moment, pausing as she dialed. He could tell she was contemplating taking him up on the offer, but knew it would likely upset, at the very least, Scott.

“Are you sure?” She asked, already laying the phone handset down, “Are you going to the arena now?”

“Well, I can. Thought I might grab something to eat,” He shrugged, “But I can drop you off if you want.”

Brinkley thought a moment more before letting go of the phone completely and grabbing her bag.

“I could eat…” She admitted as she walked past him.

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lostvalkyrie · 10 months

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Real Places I Have Visited That Your OCs Would Probably Like

@thatwritingho - Olive - The Mutter Museum in Philadelphia, PA, a collection of medical oddities. They have an entire wall of skulls behind glass, a fetal skeleton, and other preserved remains. It's strictly educational, no photography allowed, but I'm not sure if there are any ethical concerns about how some of the specimens were obtained. The museum itself is beautiful, all polished wood and perfectly clean glass, and it has the feel of a library. It's just you and the bones and other equally as quiet visitors.

@the-loveliest-lotus - Lucy - The Junkman's Daughter in Atlanta, GA. It's a huge store full of funky and colorful clothing and accessories and stuff. I remember them having plenty of rainbow colors, 70s style platform shoes, and coats with faux fur collars. She would probably dig putting on a fashion show for whoever went with her.

@gointothevvater - St Cecilia - The Cosmopolitan, Las Vegas, NV. This place is just beyond. Every single aspect, even stuff that should just be utilitarian, is somehow beautiful, sleek, luxe, and perfectly maintained, to say nothing of the Chandelier Bar which I think she would like. You go upstairs and sit inside of a huge chandelier, surrounded by glimmering crystals. The entire place smells like the lightest touch of expensive perfume. The kind where you couldn't say exactly what notes are in it, it just feels pricey.

@dolly-macabre - Dolly - Stella's Lounge, Grand Rapids, MI - This is a bar with a fun vintage 80s vibe. They have retro arcade games, all sorts of whiskey, and a cocktail so strong that they'll only let you order two of them in an evening. The interior is painted black with pops of color, much like the aesthetic of a raven haired rocker lady with many tattoos.

@chordsykat - Sparkles - Wherever the sea lions congregate, San Francisco, CA - Why can I imagine her unsuccessfully trying to befriend a pile of sea lions, who would bark in an alarmed fashion and leap off of the docks as she ran at them?

My OC Vilde - John K King Books - Detroit, MI - This is a used bookstore in an old factory, and they say they have a million books here. It's at least three stories from what I remember, so I believe them. Parts are anxiety-inducingly difficult to move through due to all of the stacks of books, but then you'll occasionally find an empty aisle that you can joyfully loiter in, uninterrupted. That old paper smell always reminds Vilde of home, since her mother owned a rare bookshop downstairs from their apartment. Unlike her mother's shop, however, John K King has never stocked the Finnish Book of Necronomic Spells, the Black Book of Helvetesmunn, or any other cursed grimoires.

#metalocalypse oc

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xsulsulnooboo · 19 days

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New sims townies ideas

1. Amara Vasquez

• Aesthetic: Bohemian

• Traits: Loves Outdoors, Creative, Cheerful

• Aspiration: Freelance Botanist (Gardener)

• Origin: Mexico

• Appearance: Wears flowy, earth-toned clothes, lots of handmade jewelry, and has long, wavy black hair. She has a warm, glowing complexion and often walks barefoot.

• Backstory: Amara was born in a small town in Mexico, surrounded by nature and wildflowers.

She spent her childhood outdoors, fascinated by plants and their healing properties. Now, she lives in a cozy home with a wild garden in the city, making her own herbal remedies. Amara's dream is to open an apothecary shop and teach others about natural healing.

2. Sakura Tanaka

• Aesthetic: Cyberpunk

• Traits: Genius, Ambitious, Loner

• Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

• Origin: Japan

• Appearance: Sakura has neon-colored hair (often pink or blue), sharp makeup, and futuristic, tech-inspired clothing. She's lean with a cool, detached vibe, always wearing a headset or high-tech accessories.

• Backstory: Born in Tokyo, Sakura was always fascinated by technology. She became a top hacker in the underground scene, making a name for herself in the virtual world. Despite her rebellious streak, Sakura's main goal is to fight corruption in the corporate world, though she's willing to bend the rules to do so.

3. Mia Rossi

• Aesthetic: High Fashion / Chic

• Traits: Snob, Self-Assured, Perfectionist

• Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity

• Origin: Italy

• Appearance: Mia has flawless skin, sharp cheekbones, and always wears the latest fashion trends. She prefers sleek, form-fitting dresses, bold makeup, and high heels, with platinum blonde hair styled to perfection.

• Backstory: Raised in Milan, Italy, Mia always dreamed of the runway. She worked hard to climb the fashion industry ladder, and now she's a well-known model and fashion icon. Mia is driven by fame and success, but she also has a secret passion for designing her own clothing line.

4. Aisha Carter

• Aesthetic: Athletic / Streetwear

• Traits: Active, Bro, Outgoing

• Aspiration: Bodybuilder

• Origin: USA (Atlanta)

• Appearance: Athletic build, muscular arms, and legs. She wears stylish athletic gear, often in bold colors, with her hair in braids or a high ponytail. Her style is a mix of streetwear and gym clothes.

• Backstory: Growing up in Atlanta, Aisha was always into sports. She played basketball in high school and eventually became a personal trainer.

Her goal is to open her own gym and inspire young women to embrace fitness and strength. Aisha is all about community and often organizes local sports events.

5. Leonardo "Leo" De Luca

• Aesthetic: Classic Italian / Sophisticated

• Traits: Romantic, Family-Oriented, Ambitious

• Aspiration: Successful Lineage

• Origin: Italy

• Appearance: Slicked-back dark brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and sharp, tailored suits. He exudes confidence and style, often accessorizing with watches and leather shoes.

• Backstory: Born into a wealthy family in Florence, Italy, Leonardo grew up appreciating fine art, good food, and family values. Now a successful businessman, he balances his corporate life with a deep desire to build a close-knit family of his own.

He dreams of being a role model for his future children, passing down his love for culture and tradition.

6. Jamal Thompson

• Aesthetic: Hip Hop / Urban Streetwear

• Traits: Music Lover, Creative, Outgoing

• Aspiration: Musical Genius

• Origin: USA (Brooklyn)

• Appearance: Jamal has dreadlocks, wears oversized hoodies, gold chains, and streetwear brands. He has a laid-back, cool demeanor, with tattoos that reflect his artistic and cultural roots.

• Backstory: Raised in Brooklyn, New York, Jamal always had a deep connection with hip-hop culture. He began writing rap lyrics and producing beats as a teen, inspired by the rhythm of city life.

His dream is to become a world-famous rapper and producer, using his music to inspire and tell stories from his community.

7. Bjorn Eriksen

• Aesthetic: Outdoorsy / Adventurer

• Traits: Loves Outdoors, Active, Loner

• Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

• Origin: Norway

• Appearance: Tall and muscular with a rugged, weathered look. He has a beard and long blonde hair tied in a bun, often wearing practical outdoor gear like flannel shirts, cargo pants, and hiking boots.

• Backstory: Bjorn grew up in the rugged landscapes of Norway, where he learned to appreciate the power and beauty of nature. He's an avid hiker, fisher, and survivalist, often disappearing into the mountains for days at a time.

Bjorn prefers solitude and is happiest when he's surrounded by forests, lakes, and wildlife. His dream is to travel the world and conquer every major mountain.

8. Ethan Park

• Aesthetic: Tech-Savvy / Modern Geek

• Traits: Genius, Geek, Ambitious

• Aspiration: Computer Whiz

• Origin: South Korea

• Appearance: Wears graphic t-shirts, hoodies, and glasses. He has short, neatly styled black hair, and he's always carrying a laptop or some sort of gadget. He has a casual, nerdy look, but with a sharp edge when it comes to his work.

• Backstory: Ethan was born in Seoul, South Korea, but moved to Silicon Valley to pursue his dream of working in the tech industry. A programming prodigy, he's working on a start-up that he hopes will revolutionize the gaming world. Though he's a bit socially awkward, Ethan is determined to become a leading tech innovator, while staying connected to his geeky hobbies like gaming and comic books.

#sims4 maxis match #sims4cas #sims #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom content #sims4 #ts4 sims #sims 4 cas #sims inspo #sims 4 gameplay #my sims #the sims community #sims 4 legacy #sims townies

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toriblxck · 11 months

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“I deserve the world, so I’m gonna give it to myself”

Victoria Black. 29. WWE Media Producer

( an oc blog, dependent for wrestlehq. fictional purposes only. )

Name: Victoria Renee Black

Nicknames: Tori, Vickie, Ria

Birthdate: March 17th 1994- 29

Fc: Coco Jones

Occupation: Media Producer for WWE

Hometown: Detroit, Michigan

Currently Living: Atlanta, Georgia

Sexuality: Straight

Victoria was born as the only child to her parents, Monica and Samuel Black on March 17th 1994. From a young child, she was always an extroverted child and was somewhat of a social butterfly throughout her childhood. It was her parents who ignited her love for wrestling, watching Raw every Monday as a family and attending the live events whenever they came to town.When she was Fourteen,her mom got a divorce from her dad and gained sole custody of Tori, moving her to Atlanta. When she was in her senior year of high school her mother tragically passed away due to a stroke and she was forced to move back to Michigan with her father. Once she turned eighteen she moved out of her father’s house unable to further withstand his controlling and narcissistic behavior. Wanting to honor her mother and follow in her footsteps, she decided to ditch her dream of being a fashion designer and pursue the same career as her mother as a media producer. As a straight A student her entire life, her senior year of high school she received a full ride scholarship to Spelman College, a private all- female HBCU in Atlanta, Georgia where she graduated with her Bachelors in Broadcasting and a minor in communications.Completing the move to Atlanta after graduation, she began working as a producer for WSB-TV but felt as if she was stagnant in life and not living up to her full potential. After coming across a job posting for a vacant WWE media producer role, she decided to combine her two loves and take a risk applying for the position. The rest as they say, is history.

Victoria’s personality is often described by her friends as incredibly kind, intelligent and fiercely loyal to those who she’s closest to, but come across her or anyone else the wrong way and she’s quick to bite your head off. She’s unserious at the best of times and loves to laugh and joke ,but once it’s time to work, she’s laser focused. As a Pisces, she’s very intuitive and deeply connected with her emotions which can lead to her being sensitive at times. Once you get her chatting about her interests, she’ll become a complete motormouth as she’s extremely passionate about all of them.

Interests and Hobbies: anime, shopping, hair and makeup, reading, playing sims, music, watching TikTok, etc

Connections:

Friends: TBD

Best Friend: TBD

Ex: TBD

Hey y’all I’m Sierra and this is my baby Tori! She’s Open to any and all connections whatsoever whether it be Best Friend/Friends,One Night Stand, Enemies etc! Of course, if there's a connection that I didn’t list on here, still feel free to message me! I'm very flexible and love all plot ideas! Can’t wait to talk with y’all soon!

#whq.pinned #intro post

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msterpicasso · 7 months

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skippyv20 · 1 year

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Ban List for Sane People

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim with some thoughts after reading the dismal news headlines on this quiet August Sunday morning. All I can come up with for survival is to not support activities that are rotting the core of our countries as we the people are being hamstrung by leaders that seem to be wolves in sheep’s clothing. 1. Disney-any and all parks and products. The latest Twitter photos showing huge middle-aged men greeting small girls in front of a princess dress shop with bewildered parents is mind boggling. How can these families even walk by those huge monsters wearing ill fitted costumes, while entering the store? How can this slime ball company consider hiring these cretins because of new company policy??? 2.Ignore all Instagram influencer$$ posing in their bathrooms in all forms of undress or useless, ugly clothes, shoes and accessories that cost minor fortunes. How many more 100-million-dollar jets or mansions do the Kardashian girls need these days for being total narcissists, adoring and in love with their own newly augmented image? For sure, the ILBW will not be on my list of people to make super rich with this nonsensical system brought to you by questionable brand designers and administrators creating “fashions” which are not only ugly, but they are also worthless in the real world. At least Italy has the sense and courage to ban the last former husband of Kim as he parades his basically naked new wife in public places. I have had it with other people’s boobs & butts in my face 24/7.

3. Shopping in designer stores where you might get shoved/hit/shot by a mob of bash & grab gangs. Our car was hit during our LAST trip to infested San Fran…we won’t set foot in that state now. If a store does attempt to stay open…how about showcasing & selling those clever knockoffs made in China-that would get those robbers really mad. Gumps, the once stately emporium since 1861, has decided to shutter it door, located steps from Union Square in San Fran…no one is safe from this illegal free for all right now.

4. Don’t invest in campus housing especially for sororities. In Laramie, Wyoming the Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority lost their lawsuit to keep non-females out of their dorms! A very big guy who “feels like a female” has talked his way into living with them, drooling while watching them…WHAT??? The court said they would not define what a woman is.

5. Don’t book a campsite at the ultra-secretive 2,700-acre Monte Rio, CA club called Bohemian Grove, which is part of the Bohemian Club, the San Fran based non-profit that runs the more than 100 exclusive camps??? Don’t let anyone you like work there…the world leaders who go there don’t pay well as it is off the books…of course it is. They are also very demanding and have huge bonfires for very creepy things.

6. Don’t buy any super expensive mediocre artwork by (you know the name) a drug addict/cheating husband, who did shifty Ukranian & Chinese deals for his father’s coffers. This middle-aged man, lawbreaker is allowed to live in the White House, travel on Air Force One and spend over $15,000 a month on rent in Malibu with his security team also billing the same rent nearby and yet they want to arrest a former President of the US for questioning voting procedures in Atlanta?

7. Don’t take the new tour just announced in NYC!!! This late night, free walking tour of rat hotspots is getting popular?? “The rats are like the new celebs.” proclaims the owner of the Real NY Tours. Time to go weed the garden as I ponder my one single vote. Over and out from a crowded Cape Cod.

Wow! So much happening, and the world gets crazier!!! Thank you dear Pilgrim! Praying for better days!❤️

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urbanfashionsense · 2 years

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PUMA previews WE ARE LEGENDS ‘The Yard’ Collection at Revolt Summit x AT&T ‘22 in Atlanta.

This collection was designed by Black Creatives, inspired by HBCU Homecoming and Black College Culture.

Shop We Are Legends at PUMA.com

Photo Credit : @Jojo_ThePhotographer

#PUMA #We Are Legends #urban fashion sense #fashion #style #street wear #athletic wear #Black Colleges #homecoming #HBCU #Atlanta #Revolt Summit #2022 #Collection #shop online

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This paragraph in my Criminal Law casebook caught my eye, so I took a closer look. What follows is one of the most cynical examples I've found of how to lie with citations. Come, walk with me.

Shopping While Black cites a few studies for its claims about shoplifting, first and most notably the 2016 National Incident-Based Reporting System (NIBRS) data. Noting that "whites comprise nearly 73% of the shoplifting arrests," it emphasizes that "contrary to racial stereotypes, at least with these incomplete data, Blacks do not represent the group most likely to shoplift

This is, ah, a fascinating way of looking at the data. I went ahead and broke the same numbers out to examine per capita rates, which show the same clear trend as is apparent from the unadjusted numbers: there are clear differential shoplifting rates by race.

Unsatisfied with this data, the report goes on to look at other studies. It finds a 1997 article with shoplifting records from more than 171 retail firms, providing the following data: Whites (40.81%), African Americans (28.78%), and Latinos (15.78%). The researcher, it says, "provided no explanation for the over representation of Blacks and Latinos."

Thus, lacking explanations that satisfy them from two large datasets that show clear racial trends, the report concludes that "the only real way to determine who really shoplifts is to observe shoplifters and determine if there are any concrete demographic patterns." Apparently, some researchers did this in an Atlanta drug store two decades ago, hiring observers to randomly select and monitor the behavior of shoppers. From this single study in one Atlanta drug store, we find, "contrary to what some believe, Black and Hispanic shoppers were not more likely to steal than Whites." I'll come back to that study in a follow-up, because I'm definitely not done with it. But let's review: the report found the official crime report sample, in which black people were overrepresented 2x and Hispanic people weren't tracked. Then it found a dataset of 171,000 shoplifting incidents, in which black people were overrepresented 2x and Hispanic people were overrepresented. Finally, it found one study from a single store that claimed no overrepresentation. From that extraordinary series of events, a casebook used by law students around the country draws the citation that "Black and Hispanic shoppers were not more likely to steal than Whites." Source: Aspen's "Criminal Law: Cases and Materials, Eighth Edition", whose authors would resign from the academy in disgrace if they had a shred of dignity left. With that out of the way, let's examine "Who Actually Steals?", the single 2004 paper in Justice Quarterly on which rests the entire assertion in law casebooks around the country that shoplifting rates do not differ by race. How did it work? First: they set up CCTV cameras at one Atlanta store visited by a racially diverse population. Then they got observers to follow every third shopper "dressed in a fashion that afforded the individual a reasonable opportunity to conceal merchandise," sorting out people who did not touch store merchandise or who wore tight-fitting clothes. From there, they noted who shoplifted and gathered data.

The demographics within 3 miles of the store: 79.8% white, 18.9% black, 2.3% Asian, 4.2% Hispanic. So: What were the demographics of shoplifters at the store? 49.7% were white, 33.8% were African American, 13.2% were Hispanic, 2.3% were Asian, and 1% were in another group. So far as I can tell, they discerned this visually from CCTV footage.

Not particularly equal numbers. So--how, precisely, did they get equality from this? They explain! "Disturbed by this racial inconsistency in the demographic profile of the shoppers across data sources, we again returned to the store to more precisely estimate the descriptive characteristics of those persons entering this particular store location. [...] On comparing these two data sets, we found the race of the shopper to be the only variable for which any proportional inconsistency was observed. [...] We adjusted for the undersampling of whites and the oversampling of blacks and Hispanics by weighting each person by the inverse of the probability that he or she would have been included in the sample." I'll simplify: because the sample of shoplifters they saw had more (visually identified) black and Hispanic people than it did white people, they manually weighted the sample to be proportionate by race.

Finally, here are their baseline findings: a simple uncontrolled analysis finds that a disproportionate number of shoplifters were "male, black, Hispanic, between the ages of 35 and 54, low or working class, displayed suspicious cues, failed to make a purchase, or shopped during the summer months." Unsatisfied with this, they ran a logistic regression that successfully adjusted out the findings that males are more likely to shoplift than females, black and Hispanic shoppers than whites, whites more than Asians, and young people than old people.

Those are the findings. That's it. Zoom all the way back out: From visual observation at one Atlanta store in which more black and Hispanic people shoplifted than white people (who in turn shoplifted more than Asians), more men shoplifted than women, and more young people than old, cancelled out by bizarre regression techniques until all these cues were blurred, Shopping While Black draws the line "Black and Hispanic shoppers were not more likely to steal from whites," in a section that mentions nationally representative data that tells the same story as the unadjusted data from their own study. From that, my casebook picked out that single line, pairing it with a mention that shoplifting data is hard to come by. And now every law student who reads Aspen casebooks gets to nod along as they learn that shoplifting data is hard to come by and doesn't show any racial disparities. To be clear, this is not stupidity. Nothing like this happens by accident. It is citational malpractice on a ludicrous scale, performed by people who care far more about politics than about truth. It is nothing short of naked propaganda.

(PDF) Who actually steals? A study of covertly observed shoplifters (researchgate.net)

#shoplifting #statistics #racism #queue

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