mannequin now


For those who are able to go back to the Engeki Haikyuu Exhibition after May 10th, they’ve added new exhibits now featuring the props and sets from Winners and Losers, which has just finished touring!  

Mannequin 4: The Becoming

Summary:  Dean gets hit with a curse and you’re the only person that he can talk to.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas, OC George

Word Count:  2922

Warnings: swearing

A/N:  I wrote this for @wheresthekillswitch and @trexrambling Crack It Baby Challenge.  My prompt was “I’m pretty sure there’s a law against removing your pants in public."  It will be bolded in the fic.

If you’ve never heard of the movie Mannequin please watch this.  And don’t judge me, the eighties were weird, ok?  I actually worked in display and merchandising for years because this movie made hanging out in a department store after hours look like the best time ever.

Thank you to @pinknerdpanda for betaing the beginning of this story and thank you to @hannahindie for polishing it up.  You ladies are wonderful!

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You worked on the new mannequin all day.  You were tired of the faceless weirdo ones the store had been using forever so you made a bet with George; if the real looking one got more attention he’d let you make more.  You knew exactly how you wanted him to look; tall, sandy brown hair, full lips and green eyes.  You sigh to yourself as you think of him; the man from ‘that one hot summer’ in college a million years ago.

That night you drive to the store ready to work on the new display with George.

“Here’s the new mannequin,” you say setting it down.

George looks him up and down.  “Mmm, maybe you can make me one.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes.  “I’m gonna start setting up.”

“Ok, I’ll be there in a bit.

You pick it up and walk over to the window, your thoughts occupied with the next display.  You stand the mannequin up looking him over.  He really is perfect, you think to yourself as you pick out a hat to put on him.

“What the hell?”

“Holy fuck, what?!” you scream.

The now-alive mannequin is gripping your shoulders, “Where am I?  How did I get here?” the tall, gorgeous, used-to-be mannequin asks.  “Wait, Y/N?”

“Dean?” you pause, catching your breath.  “I’m hallucinating.  All these late nights have finally made me crazy,” you mumble.  “The most vivid hallucination ever,” you say touching his face.

“Hey,” Dean says touching where your hand just was.

“How are you alive?”

“Uh, what?  I am alive! How did I get here?”

“Dude, I hate to break it to you but you were a mannequin about ten seconds ago.”

“A what?”

“A mannequin, see,” you gesture around you, “storefront window, clothes.”

He looks down at what he’s wearing and a look of disgust and surprise crosses his face.  He starts to undo the button of his pants.

“And, I’m pretty sure there’s a law against removing your pants in public,” you say, holding up your hands.

“Well I’m not wearing these, sweetheart.”

“What? These are great, they’re the latest-”

“They’re shorts.”

“Yeah, it’s summer.”

“I don’t do shorts.”

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you know when something scares you so much just thinking about it brings tears to your eyes and you know that if it happened you’d just be a useless wibbly mess

there is a photo in my restaurant and in the photo is a boy and something is very wrong with his whole eye area and if I ever saw him IRL I would just die on the spot I think

Demisexual Yuuri is canon in my heart and soul oh my god

  • Does NOT like anyone pushing him before he’s emotionally ready
  • Does NOT like getting touchy feely with someone he’s not comfortable with AT ALL
  • He’s slow to warm up to people but once he is, he loves them to death
  • He’s able to access his emotions really well, but only for a certain few
  • Honestly he sees people in either a familial or platonic sense and has, so far, only seen VICTOR in a sexual sense

like….. I don’t make the rules friendos………….. Demi!Yuuri

Downfall [18]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 4,377

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21

“If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’re going to break.”

Your brother’s words reached your ears as he came up from behind you, but you didn’t stop your fists as they continued to land a succession of punches on the training mannequin before you. Although you waited for Namjoon to come into view, you didn’t bother to look up from your task to provide a response.

“All I’m hearing is that you don’t believe in me.”

It was almost part of a routine now for you two to be at a constant discord. Perhaps it was just the typical sibling conflicts that most others went through, but even if it wasn’t, you couldn’t find yourself to worry about the disturbances much.

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Witcher Headcanon: Corvo Bianco 2

  • Ciri always winters in Corvo Bianco. It gets little snow so she is still able to do contracts there.
  • When Ciri stays there, she often will snuggle with Yen instead of sleeping in her own bed. She enjoys feeling like a child again and safe with her mother.
  • Eskel brought Lil’ Bleater down to Corvo Bianco. Geralt now tends to the goat personally. Eskel returns to see the goat anytime he can.
  • Bandits once tried taking over the property. They were told that it was still vacant after the previous owner died. Marlene chased them off with a frying pan.
  • Fringilla Vigo once visited the property to say hello to Geralt. She was not informed that Yen had came to live there. Fringilla decided it best that she stays in Beauclair instead from now on.
  • Each mannequin in the estate has a different set of Witcher school armor. They are Geralt’s favorite. The Manticore armor is his favorite set.
  • Geralt once hid a mannequin in the cellar and stood in its place for hours so he could scare Yen when she came into the dining room.
  • Geralt hung the “exotic” picture of himself that was drawn in the living room. When Lambert visited, he took the picture down and showed it to everyone that worked on the estate.
  • After a fight, Yen hid all of Geralt’s Gwent cards around the estate. A child that lived nearby found his Ciri card. Geralt had to pay 50 crowns to the boy to get it back. Yen was very pleased with herself.
  • Geralt gives sword lessons to anyone that wants them on the estate. His favorite student is a young girl that reminds him of Ciri.
  • Roach often tries to get inside the house to sleep by Geralt. She misses being around him constantly on the path.
  • Geralt still tends to Roach daily and takes her riding every day.

Link to “Witcher Headcanon: Corvo Bianco

I don’t like some of these as much as I did on my first set. But I made them up on the stop so I did what I could. I have another post started about “Kaer Morhen Headcanons” so I’ll probably finish that one soon. If anyone has any prompts or ideas, just send me an ask! Thanks for reading! :)

This is my favorite horror game.  It has a brilliant atmosphere, humanoid monsters that dip right into the uncanny valley, and a very messed up protagonist that I couldn’t help but root for and at the same time feel unsettled by (and laugh at when he was out of breath from running two feet).  The symbolism and storytelling is a thrill to play through.  It was an experience that also let me bond with my best friends as we watched each other play it.  This is a game I feel accomplished to have completed and think every horror fan should play.  It has definitely held its ground even after all this time.

Yoratoy - Job vacancy

Kieran slammed his front door and screamed silently. He was so tired of being forced out his own house every time his housemates wanted some “fun” with their partners. Not as if they did the same for him with a guy! Kieran stormed off down the street, if experience was anything to go by he had a few hours to burn. He walked for a while, entering town, window shopping until his absent wandering took him town a dimly lit side street where he came across an odd-looking store.


From the outside, it looked like a basic sex store, shrugging off the uneasy feeling he had he stepped inside where he was met with the strong smell of rubber. “Welcome!” Kieran looked round to see the fellow who had greeted him. It was a muscular young man standing near some discounted items, carefully hanging them on a rail. “Take your time, see anything you like give me a shout, names Eric, if you want to use the restroom go right ahead.”

Kieran nodded shyly before he began to look round the store passing by clothing, underwear, rubber suits and dildos, nothing really catching his eye. He was gay after all but he really had just come in to kill time.

“Nothin ticklin your fancy?” Eric said, now standing behind the counter.

“Not really, its all super expensive” Kieran replied walking over, he felt he may as well buy some condoms to look like he wasn’t just wasting the store owners time. As he approached the counter a rubber mannequin caught his eye, it was hanging on the wall behind the counter and appeared to be modelling a straightjacket, but it seemed awfully life-like, somehow unnervingly so.

“Hmmm” Eric said eying the boy up and down. “You could always look at our deluxe range if you wanted, it’s in the back.”

Kieran tried to muster an excuse but, glancing at his watch, decided he might as well. Nodding politely, he followed the man through a back door into a dimly lit room.

“Here, try these”

Kieran looked round to see what he meant as Eric fastened leather cuffs onto his wrists, then stooped to his ankles. “What do you think?”

Kieran examined the cuffs, they were comfortable but seemed odd, he couldn’t quite pin down the material and they seemed to shimmer slightly in the dim light. “They’re nice, how much are they?” he asked trying to seem politely interested.

Eric grinned, “they’re called levicuffs, and they are probably out of your price range, but you look good in them so how about you model them for me in the shop sometime?”

Kieran smirked at the offer “Thanks I’d love to, some other time when im free”. He reached round to unfasten the cuffs as he heard giggling. “Sorry son, you just agreed, and you are free right now, why else would you wander in so aimlessly, consider yourself employed” Eric clicked his fingers as the cuffs flew up into the air, dragging Kieran with them until he was suspended, hovering mid-air, limbs stretched out. “Hey what the hell!” he cried.

“Levitating cuffs, was that not clear?” Eric laughed, “Hmm I’m not sure where you would look good though…. let’s see”

Kieran squirmed and bucked all to no avail as the cuffs held him tightly. “You can’t do this let me go!”

“Now now my boy you consented, the cuffs would not work otherwise. Hmm I know” Eric rummaged for a moment before pulling out a roll of black industrial wrap and walked over to the helpless boy. “Oh, I almost forgot”. Eric quickly withdrew a pair of scissors from his pocket and removed the boys clothing, running his hand over his average figure, tracing it round his abs which were barely visible before giving his package a quick squeeze.

Before he could protest Kieran felt the unmistakable feel of a phallus gag being slid into his mouth along with a blank mannequin hood. Unwrapping the end of the industrial wrap slightly, the roll begun to loop around Kieran automatically layer after layer of black plastic forming over him, arms, torso, and legs all now enveloped in layers of plastic “Much better,” Eric laughed. Clicking his fingers again the now enveloped boy floated through the air into a small locking chamber which sealed itself shut and began to glow. Inside Kieran found the plastic wrap hardening along with the hood, forming tightly over his body, outlining his figure, almost like a vacuum former.

Outside Eric grinned at how easily he had ensnared the boy, as the machine unlocked and a new mannequin slid out onto the floor. Kieran had been transformed into a shiny black mannequin the cuffs now on the outside and being modelled perfectly on the immobile victim. “Well, well you did turn out nicely, just needs a few accessories.” Eric walked away, returning after a while with a pair of leather shorts and harness, applying them with ease as the boy levitated to accommodate. “Time to put you to work!”

Eric pushed the boy out into the store and positioned him next to the counter. “There, I know you can still hear me, there’s one more surprise for you…well maybe three.” Eric leaned up close to the ear and whispered. “Those shorts are going to constantly milk your cock and prostate for all you can make, and you will make a lot, and that gag your wearing, binds to every man who walks in the store, any cum or piss that comes out their cock wherever they are, you will get too, isn’t that fun! Here ya go, your first treat boy, soon you won’t have a break between them!” Kieran screamed silently from within his prison as he tasted the unmistakable taste of musky piss flow into his mouth and down his throat. In the distance, he could hear footsteps entering the store.

“Welcome, take your time, see anything you like give me a shout, names Eric, if you want to use the restroom, I encourage it.”

Egotober Day 3: Abandonment
“Dark…Please don’t leave…”
“Y̢̬͉̲̦̘͜o͝͏̙̦͇͕̫u̸̸̼̳̜͉̳̘͎̙ ͔̫̘͈̠͢w̵̬͔̦̺i̛͏̙̜̙͉͈l͓̦͍̭̺͇͘l̨̰̞̳̤͖̥̲ ̢̹͔̝͍̖͍̀ṛ̙͔̰̟̝͘͘e̢̛͎͎͈̼g͙̠̟̯̼̻r̤͢ͅe̼̻̫ṭ̱̞̜͘͝͞ ̨̗t̘̜̯̫͈̠͙̱̕͢h̡͓͎̹i̡̹̭̘̕͜s̮̱̩͍̦̲̩̮͟͝.̟̥͇̺̗͜͝.̸͇̗̻͙̙.̱̠͈͎́͟”
Well there might be a story here somewhere? Definitely no promises though… Anyway, kind of my version of Peevils aka ‘The Vessel’. (She not normally this broken btws.)

No reposting please and thank you!

I was delving Netflix for some garbage sci-fi, as I am wont to do, and I found a genuinely good show with the most generic blurb ever: 3%, a Brazilian series about a world divided into slums and fabulous IKEA showrooms, and every year there’s a gauntlet of tests where 3% of applicants can ascend to Apple-store-world. There’s a rebel group, internal politicking among the evil Uniqlo models, etc. etc.

The brilliant part of it is the visual design- the producers aren’t flush with cash, so it’s got this pared-down, theatrical style that works so well with the themes. The testing center set is probably some kind of airport or convention center IRL- you can *feel* the stagnant, Kafkaesque bureaucracy. The bad guys lean into their Fancy Angular Sportswear style, but the most basic grunts wear slacks and buttoned shirts, which somehow makes the whole thing that much more banal and horrifying.

Each test *really* feels like a tense, constrained theatrical production, with a diverse cast pitting their strategies and ideologies against each other. You really start to care about the applicants, and there’s a good density of curveballs and “hey, the resident asshole makes a technically-good point there.”

Finally, I like how all the tests so far can be read as metaphors for neurotypicals demanding fluency in a bizarre language built for people who aren’t you. All the wooshy UI bullshit really feels like gratuitous nonsense designed to confuse and overwhelm the applicants, and one of the tests is literally “here’s a dining room of mannequins, now figure out exactly what scenario has taken place and how everyone’s feeling.”

@tenderhook, @sadish-radish, @prawnlegs, this seems like a good candidate for the next time y'all want some sci-fi night.