#i'm getting the vibe it's a rip cord

[padawanduck]

tbh i haven't watched survivor in at least 15 years and idk what going to rocks means

[diviningrodtv]

Oh yeah, NSH Time.

I've been holding this post back for like a week😅

I absolutely love how NSH came out and I think he's currently my favourite rain world model that I've done! (Sorry Pebbles, I'm going to upgrade you later anyway :]

I also made his scarf easily removable so you can see how the stripes aren't just on his head! The stripes and his irises also glow, but a bit brighter than the areas on Five Rotten Pebbles.

His antennae are pretty similar to how I did Sliver's, especially considering I did his first! XD They're separated from his head a bit.

Also if you've noticed in my art that his eyes are the exact same as in the model here, that's because they are! I tried finding a way to draw them how I usually might, but I just couldn't get the same vibe! So I said, "Fuck it!" and I've been drawing over his model ever since XD

NSH is also who I used to make the "umbilical arm" model! So if you saw those posts, that's why the textures are all messed up!

And here it is in all it's glory!

It's mostly made of ball joints with a flexible joint attached to the back. The last segment also twists just like your forearm bones!

Also..... lore shit below cause I have, plans™ so-

If you don't want to know why NSH is acting strange on my blog yet, read no further!

(there's also some downpour spoilers, and some other disturbing things)

*slaps top of can* This bad boy can fit so much fucking insanity in him. (cw: self-harm yeah you heard me)

If you haven't figured it out already (I did drop hints :) NSH's structure is damaged! His legs are giving out because a group of scavengers thought it would be funny to transport all of their explosives at once.

So he's in a bit of a pickle!

This is when Looks to the Moon and Five Pebbles' communication tower is repaired! During their first conversation in a very long time, NSH finds out about good ol' Hunter long legs, and is rightfully distraught! He feels like a total failure, that he wasn't experienced enough to properly create his messenger.

That's what this whole post was about!

But, experience is something that can be gained.

NSH figured if Five Pebbles was able to leave his can, then he should be able to as well, but that requires solving the three problems I mentioned in the Five Rotten Pebbles post:

The self-genome modification barrier,

A general lack of puppet central brain matter, and

No material processing within the puppet.

I'll talk about my umbilical lore for this AU here since it's relevant.

Either the "cord" or the "arm" can be disconnected, but not both. This is for ease of repair by administrators. Disconnecting them both would leave the unfortunate Iterator fully functional. Although, they would be blind in the visible spectrum (apart from overseers), unable to speak directly to someone in their chamber, and would otherwise have their workflow be severely impaired. They would effectively be trapped in their own head.

NSH realised that even if the barriers existed, they could still have the intentions, to break them. So what would happen, if he broke one? Not by writing it out of his system, Five Pebbles already proved how risky that method was, but instead by setting his actions in motion faster than any barrier could stop them? This was something to test, and wasn't that what Iterators were built to do anyway?

Umbilicals can only be disconnected by administrators, but what if he were to do it anyway? He needed to leave his can after all, it wouldn't be much of a loss if he was stuck on the floor of his chamber or floating aimlessly in zero gravity for a while.....

So what if he just ran fast enough to rip himself off?

What if he moved his arm back at the last second, could he gain enough inertia to pull it out of his back? Even if it took a few tries?

What other choices does he have? Perfect Five Pebbles' method until he collapses and continue even then? He had time, but not enough for that, and The Hunter certainly did not have any time for waiting around. NSH had to fix his mistake, he had to.

So this bastard goes and does exactly that, and short-circuits his entire system.

Not just breaking the umbilical maintenance barrier, but every other one in the process.

And it all hurts like hell.

But that's the first problem solved, and now he can help keep himself afloat longer. So that now, he can figure out how to solve the other two problems with precision.

Of course, the others won't like any of these plans, but, after what Five Pebbles did, they wouldn't dare disturb him if he stopped responding, right?

And maybe, he could even hijack their communications array, to look for help.

>:]

yeah so NSH is not sane

[mwebber]

seb/mark/horner after mti 21..... the vibes would be RANCID i want to see it

LESSONS IN SELF-DEFENCE.

in determining whether the act committed is reasonable in the circumstances, the court shall consider the relevant circumstances of the person, the other parties, and the act...

mark doesn't mean for christian horner to see, is the thing.

he's pretty sure seb doesn't want it either, but what seb wants doesn't particularly matter at this moment.

through the cracks of his fingers, just barely able to escape the white-knuckled grip mark has over seb's mouth and chin, seb makes a horribly pitiful sound. he's not unlike a dog being browbeaten into submission, with the way he scrabbles weakly at mark's arm around his waist, leaving pink lines anywhere he can reach. he's not trying as hard as he could, though; between his legs, he's spilling wetness at the tip of his tiny cock. with every attempt to thrash out of mark's hold, he spurts onto the floor, only narrowly missing the fireproofs and overalls crumpled around his knees.

the oddest part is that horner doesn't say anything, not at first. mark has his teeth in seb's shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, while he ruts dryly along the crack of seb's ass—his attention isn't fixed on the door until horner casually remarks:

"so this is what you boys get up to when i'm not looking."

and mark imagines that he looks something like a beast, his head snapping up immediately to see the other man in the doorway, his canines bared and dripping with what should be golden ichor, but really just looks and tastes as red as any other person in the paddock.

"get out," he says. he sounds monstrous too, his voice stripped of anything intelligibly human. but he's choking on iron and skin; it's par for the course.

beneath his hands, seb shudders violently, and pushes his ass back against mark's cock, whining and keening all the while.

"i think sebastian would like to say something," horner responds coolly, before strolling into the room like it's a team meeting and not a PR disaster in action. behind him, the door shuts quietly.

he crouches in front of them the way angels descend to earth to mete out punishment.

reluctantly, mark gives seb some slack, shifting his hand until the blond is able to draw in a deep breath and form words.

"mm," he manages, all but vibrating like an engine about to explode, "m-messe' uh."

mark ruts harder against seb's ass, just to hear him squeal.

"what's that, baby." the old petname draws deeper lines in the trenches between them. sometimes, it feels like the earth will fall in two.

"messe'—duh." the last word is a forced sound, a primal one ripped out of seb's vocal cords.

things take a turn for the worse: horner leans in close, and gently draws seb hair out of his eyes.

"you messed up, did you?" his voice is as soft as his touch, tinged with something inscrutable. "put yourself above the team?"

with a sudden, obscene moan, seb comes untouched. the faint splatter of his ejaculate against the laminate floor is a sound that'll be etched in mark's ears for the rest of his life.

he can't help it, the purely animal response to having his lover fall apart in his arms—he pushes seb's pliant body down, and with his hands freed, squeezes the soft flesh of seb's thighs tight around his dick to fuck.

horner doesn't even blink, simply standing and stepping to the side to avoid collision.

"or maybe you mean you've made a mess of yourself," he sniffs.

the silence is broken only by the wet, snapping sounds of mark against seb, and feels all the more suffocating for it. mark can only watch as the blond shakily snakes his hand back, and leaves it holding mark's wrist.

"not sorry," says seb eventually, and he sounds like the asshole that mark knows and hates again.

that seems to be the right answer for horner. "wouldn't have signed you otherwise," he states, matter-of-fact.

and fucking finally, he turns to leave. he walks out of the room as casually as he made his way in, only pausing in the doorway as if to say some grandiose, parting word--but he wisely chooses not to. any other thing out of his mouth would probably result in his guts getting clawed out by mark's perfectly maintained fingernails. a person is not guilty of an offence if the act that constitutes the offence is committed for the purpose of defending or protecting themselves—

but all the adrenaline seems to leave mark's body in an instant. his hips still, and disgust threatens to upend the contents of his stomach.

of course their golden boy gets forgiven, despite it all. of course. what does mark think he's even playing at, trying to batter seb into submission? a stronger, better man would ignore the siren's call, would steer his ship to safer waters.

around his wrist, seb's grip tightens, ever so slightly.

"mark." he twists in place to meet mark's gaze.

like this, with his blue eyes wide and pleading, with his bottom lip out in a helpless pout, he looks every bit like the boy he was from 2009, whose kisses tasted like sunshine and strawberries.

hastily, mark stumbles away, the vision cruel enough to tear his eyes from their sockets. he comes to a stop at the wall—claimants must retreat to the wall before they can kill their assailant—and leans against it heavily. it's an embarrassing position to be caught in, awkwardly balanced on his aching knees with his dick out and limp. there's not a thing a lesser man would do differently; mark is at rock bottom.

"forget about it," he mumbles, clumsily pulling his own fireproofs and overalls up.

but seb's not done, his voice gaining strength as he gathers himself together, gingerly avoiding the wet mess around him. "i didn't mean to—"

"forget about it." mark repeats, harsher this time, and finally finds it in himself to stand.

"if it wasn't you," seb bites. there's desperation in it, something crazed in his eyes.

mark can't look at his face without wanting to do something that'll land him in jail with charges for second-degree murder on his record.

"but it was," he says, with more care than he'd thought possible of himself.

across from him, seb shuts his mouth, allowing the earth to settle firmly on the lines between sebandmark and seb and mark. it feels not unlike dirt poured into a grave.

... including, but not limited to, the following factors:

(a) the nature of the force or threat; (b) the extent to which the use of force was imminent and whether there were other means available to respond to the potential use of force; (c) the person’s role in the incident; (d) the nature, duration and history of any relationship between the parties to the incident; (e) any history of interaction or communication between the parties to the incident...

[idkfitememate]

MUSIC TIME #2

(But they have all so differents vibes-)

Moneygrabber - Fitz and The Tantrums

Don't come back anytime

I've already had your kind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Don't come back anytime

You've already robbed me blind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Honey I'm Home - Ghost and Pals

Father said that this world isn't for me

I tried to pray for a new reality

So, come to me, we can change night into day

A tied-up moth seemed to know a different way

(Don't remember it, don't return to it)

Oh, father tore out the umbilical cord

There's nothing left in the bottle keeping me scored

We'll abandon the scenery

In the (don't remember it, don't return to it)

Rearview mirror

Devil Town - Cavetown

Life's alright in Devil Town

Yeah, right, no one's gonna catch us now

Dad had bought a new car now

We're fine, no one's gonna catch us now (okay)

You said something dumb again

She's mad, at least that's what they say

Mum and Daddy aren't in love

That's fine, I'll settle for two birthdays

Devil Town is colder in summertime

I'll lose my mind at least another thousand times

Hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night

I still get a little scared of something new

But I feel a little safer when I'm with you

Falling doesn't feel so bad when I know you've fallen this way too

We're all dead in Devil Town

-🦝anon

Hehehehe

CONTENT. WARNING. TRIGGER. WARNING. I’m just putting it here now as a formality tbh-

Yandere - Jazmin Bean

I don't know, I just like you

And anyone who gets in the way, honey

Might get a handful of some shit

Or stay heavy-hearted

I know we all want one

That's not my fucking problem

Stay near

And you'll have nothing to fear

This might get a little messy, I'm sure

Heads rolling for the one I adore

This may become a little brutal if I'm honest

But it's any-anything for you my dear, I promise

You know I like you

And anyone who gets in my way, darling

Might get a handful of some shit

Or stay heavy-hearted

Because it's cut-throat

To anyone who comes close

Be mine

And everything will be fine

HURT - 1 800 Pain

I can see your heart beating through your shirt

Aiming from an angle like I'm motherfuckin' Kurt

Clock in nigga it's time to go to work

I'm 'bout to bring the pain and I'm tryna make you hurt

I'm pissed off and I wanna start swingin'

I'm running faster then I summoned all my demons

I clenched my fist so hard I think it started bleeding

I'm pissed off and I wanna start swingin'

Wanna see you

Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt

Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt

Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt

Hurt, hurt

Wanna see you

Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt

Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt

Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt

Hurt, hurt

Wanna see you

I Deserve to Bleed - Sushi Soucy

(EXTREME TW/CW FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS & SH/SELF MULTINATION)

I wanna rip out my intestines, throw them in the sea

I wanna raise the money to invest in plastic surgery

I wanna cover myself head to toe in super sexy scars

'Cause I mean, aren't you supposed to burn if you're a star?

I want to be torn apart excruciatingly

I punish my body 'cause it's not good enough for me

The scary thoughts are spreading like a weed

The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed

I wanna take a knife and draw a line across my chest

I wanna feel much better than I do when I am at my best

I wanna fly away from my own skin and find a better place

I wanna slash across what used to be my face

I want to be torn apart excruciatingly

I punish my body 'cause it's not good enough for me

The scary thoughts are spreading like a weed

The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed

They say that it gets better but I guess that was a lie

I guess we all just fake it 'til we die

Sympathy and love we can extend to someone else

But it's harder when you have to love yourself

I want to be torn apart excruciatingly

I punish my body 'cause it's not good enough for me

The scary thoughts are spreading like a weed

The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed

The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed

The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed

[anxiouslittlesunbeam]

🍫🎧🌙

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Even though my favorite food is literally a sandwich and I like having a slice of cheese on it I have to go with chocolate. I have such a big sweet tooth. I usually like to have a bite of something sweet after dinner if I can. Had a few oatmeal-frosted cookies just last night. It's not chocolate but they were still delicious.

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

I tend to use earbuds a lot more. One of my pet peeves though is when I'm in the middle of vibing and the cord gets caught on something and rips out from my phone. Luckily it doesn't happen often but it can ruin my mood.

🌙 How long have you been on Tumblr?

This blog itself has been active since May of last year so not too long but I do have other ones out there somewhere that I never deleted. I was able to find the first Tumblr account I ever made and the first post was in November 2013. So this year will mark 10 years since I first joined Tumblr!

Sunbeam ☀️

[kyleexanthony]

"Life's been a bit of a bitch this past week but I'm doing better now. How's it hanging with you?" Kylee asked with another chuckle escaping her lips as she watched him dig through his bag. He hadn't even been over for two minutes and she was already smiling, just already enjoying the vibes and looking forward to getting stoned together. She had just set the bottled water and chips on the counter when he threw something at her and she caught it with a laugh, looking at the glass star pendant on the cord. "Fuck yeah, I love it." It didn't even take her a minute to put it around her neck, the glass feeling cool against her skin.

Grabbing their waters and the bag of chips, she made her way over to sit on the couch beside him with enough comfortable space between them. "Want me to put on a show or something? Or we can vibe to some music, too," she suggested before taking a rip from her bong and leaning back into the couch.

“I just did and you didn’t answer my question,” he pointed out as he continued to make himself at home in her space. He continued to dig into his bag for the item he was looking for was small and he had quite a bit of stuff on him to rummage through. “Don’t get it twisted, it’s nothing major,” he insisted before locating his grinder he’d already preloaded with weed. That wasn’t what he was looking for but he got it out anyways because he’d be needing it soon. Even though she was hosting he wasn’t going to be an ass and light up her entire stash. He led himself over to couch still digging through his bag until he finally found what he was looking for.

“There it is,” he exclaimed as he pulled out the star shaped glass pendant on a simple cord. One of the artisans who blew pieces for the shop was in and had been giving out some pendants to the shop employees and Keanu wasn’t about to turn down something that was free even if he had no personal use for it. He thought Kylee might like it because she was a girl and girls liked jewelry, right? “Catch,” he said as he tossed the pendant at her not caring that her hands were full.

@kyleexanthony

[msookyspooky]

Set Up

Part 4

word count: 2,141

"Are you sure you don't want us to come get you? It's no big deal." Tatum said on the otherline. You heard Sidney mumbled something in the background.

"Oh, yeah. Sid said your parents will get over it. Come on, I can drive or have Dewey pick you up. Give your neighbors something to talk about. He can turn the lights on and make it look like an episode of cops gone wrong."

You chuckled, "Uh, no. I am not."

"Boo."

You sighed with the phone up to your ear. "No, they would be worried sick if they came home and I just wasn't here. Besides, they just went to my grandparents. That's only a 15 minute drive from my house. They should be home any time now. It's raining. No need to come get me. "

"Okay but I'm a phone call away. We can come get you at any time."

"Totally. Bye Tat. Tell Sid I said bye!"

You heard Sidney's voice in the background and smiled to yourself before hanging up.

Time passed. You called Randy as soon as you got home. He was on his way out the door and could tell something was wrong but you didn't say it. What if Billy was telling the truth and Randy was the killer?

You didn't dare tell Sidney or Tatum. You knew Sidney would make an excuse or worry herself more and Tatum would make Billy an even bigger enemy.

Besides, you didn't really have evidence. Just a weird vibe and the gut feeling Billy had been watching you. Even if he was, it wasn't exactly a crime. You just tried telling yourself that he was watching Sidney because of some weird possessive boyfriend bullshit; not you.

Later that night, you curled up on the couch with your pet cat. They purr as you rub their head, your leg gittering nervously.

'Where are you? You should have been home by now.'

You jumped when the phone rang. You hesitated before picking it up. Relieved to hear your parents voice.

"Hey, where are you? It's been hours!"

You listen to them, nodding as they talk.

You stood up, not far from the phone reciever on the end table as your cord was connected. Your kitty watched you pace as you listened.

"Uh huh... So you're stuck at Grandma's house....How long do you think you'll be?"

Your stomach sank a bit. "Oh...No, it's fine...Yeah, the rain isn't helping. No, I'm not calling Tatum. It's almost 10 o clock on a school night...It's okay, I'll be fine!...Yes, I have the doors locked."

You double checked as your parent rambled.

"I know, I know..." You felt uneasy at the news. You decided after how everyone acted today that something was telling you. No, screaming inside you to not go to that party.

You asked. "Actually, do you think we can leave for the weekend? Just wondering....I know, car troubles....Yeah, I love you too. Hopefully I'll be up by time you come home...Love you, bye."

You had a sickly feeling at hearing the news.

'Their brake line was in half... Grandma lives 15 minutes from town. It couldn't be...'

You put your fingers on your temples and took a deep breath.

"Stop. You're scaring yourself. The brake line might have got ripped on some bad road or something."

You turned on your tv, flipping through the channels.

"Local news: A killer is on the loo-"

*flip*

"Three teens dead in a we-"

*flip*

"Woodsboro hasn't seen anything like this sinc-"

"You gotta be kidding." You groaned as you turned the tv off. You groaned and plopped back on the couch. Not even able to escape the killings on the news.

The image of James ran through your head. You never saw a picture, you didn't want to. But knowing it happened made you ill. Yes, the last few months you didn't want him but there were still times of happiness in the beginning.

It didn't make you cry but it made you feel a deep sense of sadness. He may have deserved beat to hell and back at the very least for how he treated you but you still cared to an extent. Not as much as society made you feel you should. He was your boyfriend the entire Summer. It was hard not to care at least a bit. That was the thing with toxic relationships; everyone thinks it's always bad. But the first 2 or 3 months were happy. Something set him off. For some reason, he always mentioned your guy friends. That night, he had a few beers with his guy friends before picking you up. You should have never gotten in that car.

'I hate that one guy. The one with the dark hair.

'Billy? Why? He has Sid.'

'He is looking at you all the time. He looks at you like you're his and it pisses me off.'

'James, you're being ridiculous right now! He is my friends boyfriend; nothing else!"

'Don't get me started on that gangly jackass that's constantly trying to flirt with you. I don't want you around them anymore.'

'They were my friends before we dated, I will not-'

The rest of the memory had your heart racing and you figegiting in your seat.

Your kitty looked at you and you decided that was a sign. Closing your eyes and meantally washing your hands of the awful memory. You opened them to smile sadly at your pet.

"Come on, I think we'll feel safer in my room. Doors locked, windows locked, dresser in front of my door..."

You picked them up as they rubbed against you. You nuzzled them back with a giggle before descending up the stairs.

You made your way to your room when you heard the phone ring.

You froze, the errie feeling you had all day setting in. All alone for the first time since this murder spree happened. Even the night James died, you had your family home with you.

You put your cat down and closed your door. "Stay, I'll be back." You told them as you closed the door and heard the phone continously ring.

You made your way back downstairs. Your bare feet lightly walking as if someone was home. You couldn't help it.

"Okay, it's a school night...Most likely not my friends."

You waited, almost not picking it up as you watched it vibrate and the green square button light up in the corner.

You mumbled to yourself, "But what if it's your family? You have to answer them..."

You bit your lip before shakily grabbing the phone.

"...Hello?" Your voice wobbled as you picked up the phone and peered out your living room window. The cord was strung tight as you tried to look.

"Hello, Y\N. It's not nice to ignore people calling you." The voice was camouflaged on the other line.

Your stomach sank, pins and needles shooting up your body as you felt your eyes widen. Your mouth was suddenly dry. Your heart hammered in your ears. Your worst fear coming to life. All alone and the Woodsboro killer on the otherline. No one else home, no one nearby. Just you.

"What do you want? This stopped being funny a long time ago!" Your voice shook as you yelled.

"Aww, what is it? You scared, Y\N?"

You tried to see if you saw shadows under the outside lights...But nothing but rain hit the window.

"Look..." You steeled your voice, screaming it in fear. "Okay, look asshole! I'm calling the cops! I've had enough!!"

The line was silent for a moment, the air shifted and the teasing was gone from their voice. "Don't you do it! What if something happens to your family? I think they had car trouble."

"FUCK YOU!" Your hands trembled as panick rose in your throat.

"Ah, ah, ah. Play nice. Don't ruin the fun."

"Fun?!" You swallowed hard. "What part of this is fun?!"

"Everything! Call the cops and the fun has to end soon. That's a drag. Don't be such a sore loser, YN."

" I...I have a gun!"

"Ooh, even better. What other toys do you want to bring out?"

You backed up against a wall, bluffing about the gun but wishing so badly you had it.

"Careful, don't want to end up like your old boyfriend. He cried the entire time. Begged to just end the pain"

"SHUT UP!" You screamed, loud enough to scratch your throat. Just to hear them release maniacle laughter.

You thought to yourself, 'Is this seriously how I die?'

Your mind raced. Just the mention of your boyfriend sending a shiver down your spine. This shit had been going on for weeks and you felt things were finally coming to a head.

The voice spoke up again. "What are you gonna do? Run outside and get caught or play hide and seek? Quickly, YN. " Glee filled laughter sounded on the other line as your eyes darted around your surroundings.

"You're bluffing...Just...Just like all the other times, you're bullshitting me!"

"You really wanna take that chance? Even with your boyfriend's lil accident the other night? I'm on the property this time, YN. Question is...Where am I?"

"I don't give a damn! I told you I'm calling the police!"

"You'll regret it big time. Let's play a game."

You clenched your teeth, breathing heavily as fight or flight mode kicked in.

You ignored them. Staring at your back door a moment before dropping the phone and rushing to make sure your glass sliding door was locked. You released an eye-piercing scream when the figure smacked the glass from the outside.

The long white ghostface mask tilting under the black hood, rain beating down on them. Their leather gloves held a knife in hand as they taunted you. Shaking the knife at you as your stared like a deer in headlights.

You jumped away as they slammed the knife in the glass repeatedly, cracking it as you made your way to the front door. You tried unlocking it, hands slipping on the locks but soon heard glass shatter and footsteps rushing from behind. You barely dodged as a knife pierced the wood above your head.

With no other choice, you ran to the broken back door, now a gaping hole where Ghostface had entered. Jumping past the broken glass in your night clothes.

Tripping but still forcing your legs to run through the wet grass as rain poured outside. You cried as you ran, completely terrified out of your mind.

You didn't even know where you were running as you made your way as far away from your house as you could. It didn't get you far as someone grabbed you behind the shed. You tried to scream but a glove covered your mouth as you were pressed against their chest.

You trembled and tried calculating what had happened. How could they get to the shed so fast?

Your brain didn't have time to think as you were dragged into the shed kicking and screaming.

You saw it, grabbed it, and heard them groan in pain behind you as a heavy metal shovel head was hit upside their face. You searched the wall as they stumbled, grabbing a longer weapon. A garden hoe that you swung violently. Unlucky for you, they ducked in time and lunged. Wrestling you to the ground as you struggled against them.

Cries of help escaped you as they pressed into you, grabbing the stick from your hand before you jerked back and hit them once more.

The hit was hard and at an upward angle, making the mask finally slip. ...Time stopped as the mask fell to the ground....

He groaned in pain, hissing between his teeth. His pain and rage filled glare soon turned into a look that screamed 'oh shit.'

You didn't breath. Your brain processing who you were looking at right now. His short blonde hair was damp and his blue eyes stared down at you.

"Stu?..."

Your voice wavered at seeing who you considered a dear friend disguised as the killer. The same killer that slaughtered your classmates and boyfriend. The same one that tormented you with phone calls. The same one that had everyone scared and accusing each other of being the murderer.

...It was him this whole time...And your heart shattered.

He looked at you desperately, tears spilling down your cheeks as you backpedaled and hit something. Just to see a second ghost face looking down at you as your back hit their leg.

"...Looks like the jig is up."

You recognized the voice as the standing ghostface peeled off their mask as well to reveal your other classmate and friend.

Billy Loomis.

[parfaitkiwi]

I showed Bryan-Boyfriend pictures of Beyblade characters, and here's what he said (Part 1, the main boys + Mao - Daichi)

I showed Bryan-Boyfriend pictures of 12 characters/teams

His thoughts are in normal text, I'm very occasionally in italics.

Putting a read more after Takao because this is lengthy.

Here we go.

Let's start with what you know about Beyblade. I watched it when I was a kid

I know the catch phrase, "let it rip."

You pull the cord, spinning top comes out that has spirits inside, and they kind of battle. Don't kill me for this, but it's kind of like Yu-Gi-Oh.

The protagonist has a blue, like, dragon, and fights what I remember to be, like, a red dragon. Takao/Tyson

Oh, this is the main character.

This guy has the Ash Ketchum vibe, but with the hat backwards instead of to the side.

They might have very well been drawn by the same person.

He has a blue dragon Beyblade.

He's an outgoing, brash, 13-year-old. He's always like, "I can take anyone on", king of the world, always wants a gym battle. You know?

Max

This is a vaguely Naruto-looking-type character.

Is he just like that because he's blond? And the jumpsuit. I think they're just overalls.

I think he's the best friend

This guy kind of looks like the type to tell people it's a bad idea, and it is.

He'd never say I told you so, but if they'd listen more often, then they wouldn't get into so much trouble.

I have no idea if he contributes to a Beyblade battle or if he's just a buddy.

This guy could literally just be like a groupie.

They're friends.

Rei/Ray

This guy looks kind of like a villain.

Because he has a serious face? Yes. And he has a fancy outfit on. He has a pose. Kind of holding out his Beyblade for a challenge.. Very confident. He has a yin yang, so he's the yin to the other guy's yang. You know, villain.

Kai

This guy...

Kind of looks like...there's not....I guess....we'll call him the de facto leader of whatever ragtag group of Beybladers there is.

He's got that serious "I'm kind of older than you guys but by like 2 months, so I know my shit", you know?

The things on his face are so he can be like "This is my Beyblade gang"

That's what I think.

Kenny/Kyoujyu

Oh. This is the nerd. Obviously.

You can't see his eyes. He's blushing. He has bubble glasses.

Yeah, yeah yeah. (AN: He got really excited that he figured this out, idk why, but hey)

You know, this is the guy that follows them with his laptop and tells them the odds of winning. He gets brushed to the side, and they're like, this isn't a math test, buddy.

He looks like a tinkerer.

Young professor oak vibes.

This man walks around with Phillip's head screwdrivers.

Mao/Mariah

Strong female lead.

Pink undertones.

She has one of those remotes. It's not a remote. What is it? A launcher? A LAUNCHER. That's it. I'm not up to date with the lingo.

She looks like the Misty, but more capable.

Doesn't look like she takes any shit from nobody.

She's either with the main character or tattoo man based on what I know about. She's definitely not involved with Mr. "I'm gonna tinker with your Beyblade"

[suetuke]

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[BIO STORY]

[Day 1] it was a good day back from a meeting with Janet. Got a lot done.

[Day 2] volunteer kersch was given small jobs around the shop. To see if she has potential of working in the shop. It may be head offices job to get staff working here. But I'm the one that has to put up with no effort. So i want effort.. Overall good day.

[Day 3] viki another volunteer was given small jobs to start off. Late start due to being out most of the day.

[Day 4] late getting back due to being out. Shop wasn't open today. Hopefully longer day in the shop tomorrow. Getting those figures up is what i want to see.

[Day 5] great day today got a lot done today. Happy with everything. Doing a donation event tomorrow. Giving little tasks to the volunteers to see potential.

[Day 6] the 5 pound donation went as cording as plan. Happy with the figures. They're looking better as the days go one. Great day.

[Day 7] longer day at work today. Good figures. Decided to do a bootsale event at the centre. All went as planned. Chose volunteer kersch as assistant manager. Because of her care in work.

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the week is done. Now onto the big reveal. Got some people coming in. As we will start filming our journey.

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[Day 1] new member Edward will be filming the entire process of this. The figured were high today due to little tricks or two. Got a lot done today. Shit night but that's expected. As it has happened before.. Wondering how far we'll get with this. Excites me everyday because that middle point is where it'll all take off. I'm looking forward to that. Introduced the girls to the new member. They're very excited to be going through this with me. Overall good day.

[Day 2] lovely lady got a makeover today. Volunteer vera needs to sort her shit out because it's getting me down. Her behaviour is terrible. Figures are good in the last few days working in the shop. Got the poster done last night. Happy i got it done. Let's hope tomorrow is just as good.

[Day 3] been a really low day. Personal reasons only. Figures are still good. I went over the refurb with Edward and staff. I gave them a chance to decide how the refurb should look like in they're open ideas.. Obviously mine was to everyone's taste. Let's hope all goes great when Janet gets here. We win the refurb and everything will be just great. We need this. Got involved with a pop video. Madalliecat363 was the lady who put the song together. Viki music player. And of course being the best of everything i was the dancer. Edward will have recorded everything so it'll be uploaded to tiktok tonight.

[Day 4] really long dull day. Not happy about the figures today. Laziness with the staff is annoying me big time. Joe came in with his wifes bits and bobs. Sorry to give him bad news but that's just how it is around here. It's not a royal laydeh. Bernie was making excuses to have mable stay at home. I haven't had her back at work for a while now. This can't go on! Not feeling the vibe... At all.

[Day 5] day off took today off filming.. Needed a day to sort stuff out. Got the customer to fill out a survey on they're experience in the shop. I think everything went well. Got a good feeling today. Had to send vera home as her lack of effort was annoying and getting in the way of a successful day. Figures were great tonight. Keeping things going.

[Day 6] today was a short day due to being out.. Hopefully a longer day tomorrow to figure out the challenge tomorrow. Its gonna be a good day. Can't believe I'm nearly at the half way point with this. Successful day even though we were out most of the day.

[Day 7] rot test challenge was done perfectly. Good vibes today. Out with my sister tonight overall a great day. Figures are still good. Let's keep this going.

[Day 8] its been a short day today and because of that the figures are crap today. Not happy with explaining to the staff the lack of effort Vera and viki is putting in. Not happy at all. Antique hunt is tomorrow. Got a lot of other work done today which lifts any day up. Let's keep this going.

[Day 9] Antique Hunt was great. Everything went to plan. Didn't make a lot which let me down. Because of the staffs stupidy at looking at a crapy map.. Annoyed at Vera trying to beat me at scores. I'm not having it! I'll have to play it back to show her who is boss!

[Day 10] got a lot done today. Figures are high today not bad at all. Didn't get round to doing this last night so I'm posting it tonight. Gloria was acting up again to bad she'll have to go.

[Day 11] got things a bit mixed up due to the un tidy back of the shop. Nothing was sorted the morning before by Mike. So I thought of a plan to side track kersch into thinking we were lazy workers. Not at all. We'll it backfired. Vicky handled it well. Great day overall.

[Day 12] went over some things around the shop. An okish day. No figures were made today I'm annoyed about that. Felt ganged up on today by staff. Not happy with the confusion of who's the manager around here. Didn't even need to say that again to the. An item had be vandalised. My guess by Vera since she has been saying shit about me. Trying to let me down. It's not going her way!

[Day 13] mables funeral is today. Its been a good day today. Not feeling great today. We keep going forward. Figures weren't counted up but that'll be sorted in the morning. Out all night. Rip mable

[Day 14] shop was closed today. Didn't make anything due to being out at the funeral

[Day 15] really low day not a lot got done today. In the middle of sorting other people's problems out. Which hasn't gone to plan. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

[Day 16] a lady came in for a refund that didn't happen to her using and getting things customers don't get. No books no coffees and certainly not out of our mugs! Got a phone call from Mrs stubs dealing with the loss of the items they brought it as they were gone. Got big things planned ahead. Night out wasn't as expected.

[Day 17] its been a great day today. Got a lot done and got plans coming up. I know they'll be successful. Golden bag came in with awesome clothes.

Closing the shop for 3 days

[Day 21] Went over some things with the staff. With Janet coming tomorrow everything had to be cleared and check on. Can't disappoint her otherwise. Head office can't complain.

[Day 22] head manager Janet came to the shop. Everything went well till she took me into the back. I'm not sure where we'll be going from here. But it doesn't look good at all.

[Day 23] its fashion time in it. Everything went as cordially to plan. Everything went great. Didn't get any money though :( staff were injured that's hardly my fault. I got told bad news on the phone. The store will be closing.

[Day 24] the last day. Vicky mcculre was in the shop going over her charity in the children's hospital. Nothing better then Christmas and this beauty. Any awesome day ended on a un forgettable moment. Which I will post that in the next post. It's been a long journey but we finally made it.

this is the last of the updates. And I'll see you soon x

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will be adding as i go along in this one.

Link to this one.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdbLAq5d/