#A WEIRD MANNEQUIN WITH TIES ???

[malikselfindulgence]

You guys got over the 1 second clip of Mei's bedroom way too quick SHE LITERALLY CANONICALLY LISTENS TO MCR !!!!

[fanfiction4sooya]

Can you write about innocent nerdy reader tutoring gaeul smut with plot and with breeding kink and handcuffs, mommy kink and any other kinks

Sure baby, let's go!! I changed handcuffs to ropes bc I'm learning shibari art and it felt better. Hope you like it! 💖💖

You were Gaeul's tutor, a rich kid from the same university as you. She was honestly very controlling with most things, but you didn't mind one bit since she was paying good money and you needed it. You were a broke college student, after all.

So when she called you to her house because she needed a living mannequin to try some of the things she was learning in another class you promptly followed what she asked, expecting nothing too out of the ordinary.

"Good morning, Gaeul" You greeted her, using a short light dress as she weirdly told you to.

"Good morning, sweet thing" She greeted as always, as you entered her big apartment.

In the small table of her living room was settled a bunch of black ropes and some other stuff you actually had no idea what they were. You picked up something, reading the label. Lube. You shrugged, not thinking anything of it.

"So, what do you need me to do?" You innocently asked, sitting down on her couch, fixing your glasses on your face.

"Just let me practice these knots on you, nothing much. It's called shibari art" She said, handing you a cup of coffee. "Here, drink this" She told you and thanked her, drinking it.

She sat you down on the floor with her kneeled behind you, picking up the first set of ropes. As the ropes grazed your skin, you felt yourself getting hot by the second, some weird heat pooling between your thighs.

"Are you feeling good, sweetie?" She asked next to your ear and you gulped. You were sure you felt something hard poke your arm as she leaned next to you and you rolled your eyes, shyly nodding.

"Y-yes" You tried to keep your voice steady, that weird feeling getting worse. The black rope went twice over and under your breasts over the dress and around your torso.

"Good" She whispered. "If you feel anything, just tell me okay?" She tied one knot to your front, lifting your arms and tying them like that too. "I can take care of you" She looked into your eyes and you felt the need to moan, but held that urge down.

"Okay, mommy" You said without even realizing, your mind was quite foggy with that warm feeling. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" You shyly said looking down, your eyes wandering to the bulge inside her pants. It was so big and you felt embarrassed for staring, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away.

"Don't feel sorry, baby" Her voice was smooth, alluring. "You can call me that whenever you feel like it" Her gaze was dark and attentive on your, face. "Lay on your back" She commanded and you did so as she took off your glasses, putting them aside.

She lifted both your legs to your knees, rapidly working on circling them with the ropes and tying your ankles to your thighs, keeping them open.

"Gaeul..." You said, embarrassed for that position. Your lady parts felt sticky and you didn't like that. "Mommy, I feel weird" You whined, that goes that fucking pet name again.

Her eyes were dark, hungry. Admiring her handiwork, licking her lips as your contorted your body trying to get rid of that feeling. Her cock pulsing inside her pants as she got rid of them, only on her shirt and underwear.

"Fuck, you look so pretty" She said, taking her cock from it's confinement. The tip red and swollen, wet with so much precum it made it seem like she came already. You widened your eyes, not understanding what she was doing.

"Mommy, what are you doing?" You asked her, trying to get up but literally too tied up to be successful. She rolled her eyes, smirking.

"Oh baby, it's okay" She said kneeling in front of your body, her cock brushing against your thigh felt burning hot. "Aren't you feeling a little wet, princess?" She said, caressing your cheek with the back of her fingers. "I'm feeling it too, see?" She made sure you could see her leaking cock, as she used her other hand to brush over your wet panties, collecting some of your juices. "Let's help each other, okay?"

"But it's embarrassing" You whined, closing your eyes. "I never felt this way... not even with my boyfriend" You gulped when she held your face with one hand, forcing your eyes on hers.

"Because he doesn't know what to do to you, sweetie" She said, pulling your panties to the side and taking a good look on your puffy cunt. "Fuck..." She said, pumping her cock. "I'll make you feel good princess, I promise" She said, kissing your cheek and then getting back to kneeling in front of your pussy, resting on her heels.

"Mommy..." You moaned when she brushed the large tip of her cock on your clit. She moaned too, jolting with the contact.

"I'm going slow baby, fuck" She brushed it up and down, masturbating both of you at the same time.

You felt that hot feeling grow, tightly shutting your eyes as she kept circling your clit with her cock, moaning and bucking her hips as she did so, crazy to stretch your hole with her entire length. "I knew it since day one I needed to have you, sweetie" She whined, tossing her head back as you felt a tight feeling on your belly.

"Mommy please, "I'm feeling too hot" You moaned loudly, that unfamiliar feeling growing.

"My precious innocent thing" She said, looking into your face then at your pussy. "Let go baby, it'll feel good" Eyes on your pussy, she felt you squirt on her dick and thighs as she kept brushing your swollen clit. "Fuck I'm gonna cum in your pretty cunt" She grunted, tightly holding her cock as she came on top of your clit and on your little patch of hair, panting hard with her eyes closed.

It felt even worse now, that feeling didn't went away. You wanted her to do that again and again until it stopped.

"Please, please" Your furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes adorably full of tears. "It hurts please, make it go away"

She kissed you, panting against your lips as her leaking tip brushed against your entrance, making you moan. You wanted to hug her close, but your tied arms made it impossible. Her tongue almost down your throat in a hungry kiss as she felt how good your lips were.

She suddenly got up, keeling besides you, pulling your head to her cock. That gentle demeanor completely gone. She shoved her dick down your throat, not going all in because you couldn't take it yet, but enough to feel too fucking good. You gagged, closing your eyes as she kept mindlessly fucking your mouth.

"So good baby, keep going" She tossed her head back. You were furiously clenching, leaking your juices onto her carpet. "Enough, I don't wanna cum in your mouth yet" She panted grabbing the lube, going back to her kneeling position between your legs and kissing you again.

She poured onto your hole and her cock, pumping as positioned it on your slit. You stopped breathing and she kissed, it was too big.

"Don't hold your breath" She licked your lips, looking into your eyes. "Let me hear you while I stretch your pretty pussy, baby" She said, as she pushed it in slowly.

You moaned, closing your eyes as she did the same. It felt too much, but you were so desperate for her you didn't care. You soon started to hump up, trying to get her to move.

"Fucking hell" She straightened her back, looking at your pussy. "So beautiful" She gave a few shallow thrusts and you cried out, tears rolling down your eyes now.

"Mommy, more" You sobbed. "Please, more" She smiled, nodding.

She started going deeper and harder now, you could feel it reach deep into you as she used your pussy. It was hard, raw and violent but felt so good as she held onto the ropes to pound her cock into you.

"You are mine now, fuck" She made sure to let you know, slamming it hard into you. "I'll stretch this pussy so good you'll only cum with me" She growled, kissing you again.

You just dumbly nodded, too blissed out to protest, to do anything other than let her use your hole.

"I'm yours mommy, please" You felt that good feeling again, basically screaming for her as you came on her cock one more time.

"My breeding princess" She pounded hard, her balls slapping your ass as she did so. "Gonna breed you so good" she said, through gritted teeth.

She fucked you a little more, sucking on your neck as she came in you; Her semen felt hot and so good it triggered another orgasm, making you pass out for a few seconds. She kept using your hole, not stopping one second, feeling the overstimulation but fighting through it just to cum inside you one more consecutive time. She emptied her balls, shaking hard on top of you as you woke up.

You now felt sore and that foggy feeling was gone. You hissed as she took it off, her cum oozing out of you as her dick twitched. She kissed you again, her face was sweaty and so was yours, but none of you cared.

"You are mine now, just mine" She whispered to you. "I knew you were going to give in when I gave you a little something to drink" She caressed your face, wiping some tears.

"Wh-what?" You tried saying, but she shushed you.

"Let me admire my handiwork, baby" She got up, staring at your leaking pussy still so full of her cum. "soon you'll understand we were meant to be, sweetie" She said. "And you'll see that these little details won't even matter"

Her eyes were dark and controlling as always, as she carefully untied you, happily humming.

[shakertwelve]

the thing about victoria's "fashion sense" is that it consistently seems to be more about measuring successful adherence to social norms than creative self expression. examples of "good" fashion she gives in ward tend to sound like outfits on mall mannequins and examples of "weird" or "bad" fashion are just like, anything more unique than that. which tracks with her performance of femininity having developed as a bid for acceptance in the dallon pelham torment nexus moreso than it actually feels natural to her & with the fact that we pretty much never see her show interest in art or creation of any kind—she doesn't paint with sveta or play music or anything like that (the closest she ever gets is designing her antares costume, which is just a extension of her real focus, cape work).

which is why victor dresses like that; he's not tied up in the same preoccupations about looking "right" that guide victoria's outfit choices, but he still doesn't really have any artistic sense of his own, so he just throws together a bunch of stuff he likes individually without thinking about if they complement each other or not.

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

For the headcanons game, perhaps an AU where when Eobard goes to kidnap Eddie in s1, Barry gets to that bridge just a teeny bit quicker and saves Eddie (by Eobard kidnapping him instead)

YES. WHUMP. This is absolutely not something I really really hoped would happen when first watching the episode at the ripe age of 9. Nope. I was a completely normal child.

Ah. Remember when Eobard took a blood sample from Farooq, saying he’d love to know how he was able to steal the Flash’s speed. And that plotline went nowhere? Whelp, that would not be the case in this universe. Because of this, Eo wouldn’t need to keep Barry in Star labs which —alongside simply not having a speedster to search— will make rescue a lot more difficult. He also knows what he's doing, knows how to hack and deactivate all the trackers and tech in Barry's suit to ensure he won't be found.

This situation forces Eddie or Joe to tell Iris Barry’s the Flash (hell, Eddie may just yell “Barry!” When he’s taken and that gives it away) and she's going to be pissed. Like canon, they don't/can't report Barry as missing, and with him out of commission; Thawne doesn’t need to send Grodd, which means they can just focus on finding him. It would be even more tense for everyone because Wells/Thawne taking Barry actually makes sense which is somehow scarier than the alternative of the kidnapping being random. They’re just hoping they can find Barry before a man who hates him enough to kill his mom when he was 11— kills him too.

Meanwhile, Barry is not doing great because Thawne isn’t particularly worried about meeting his food calorie needs; just making sure he doesn’t die of starvation. Plus, Thawne isn’t keen on giving him information about, well, anything. “Why the hell am I here?" "What’s happening with my friends?" "What are you working on over there, I can’t turn my head enough to see it—" etc. These questions, of course came after empty threats, a lot of shouting, and probably the threat of a gag if he wasn’t quieter. The cherry on top, Thawne was acting weird towards him, lingering a little too close for a little too long. Rescue really couldn't come sooner.

Eobard figured out a way to replicate Farooq's powers to not just deprive Barry of his speed-- but transfer it to himself so he can run home. Luckily for him, Barry's compliance isn't needed, unluckily for him; it will take a few days to a week for Barry to be completely drained. Luckily for Barry, that gives his friends time to find him, unluckily for him... the process is extremely exhausting and painful.

Cisco doesn't even realize what was happening, just that one second, his hand was on the mannequin where Barry's suit would normally sit, and the next second-- the world had gone blue and Barry was there in front of him; tied to a chair with his eyes squinted shut and watering. He wouldn't normally trust whatever that was, but with no other leads and days flying past far too quickly; he decides to tell the team what he saw.

Two possible timelines: 1. Cisco is able to hone his powers enough to get Barry's location and they arrive just in time... or 2. just too late.

[laundrycannon]

Spooky Month Mannequin Theory

Time to talk about the mannequin in the room (or err, attic...)

First off, I noticed that the mannequin in Skid and Lila’s attic has importance. In fact, I think it may be alive, possessed, or controlled in some way and no one has talked about it (ok maybe someone has talked about it, but I haven’t seen anything...) I’m thinking this is going to be a spooky future creature of some kind possibly, maybe in relation to the spider that hides all around in the attic. While this is true, I think that it will actually be a “nice” monster. Now, if you don’t believe me when I say it is alive or possessed in some way, if you go back and rewatch the older Spooky Months, it moves slightly in the first and third spooky months when the attic is visible. And if you don’t believe me when I say I think it is friendly or protective, it saves Lila, Skid, and Pump from the Happy Fella when they are in the attic by falling on its head:

and it also saves Lila when Bob (The cannibal) is looking for her in the attic by creaking it’s head to make Bob think Lila’s creaking footstep on the stairs was actually just it moving:

Now I think this Mannequin has two lore threads (or spider webs) it could be related to. Either it is being manipulated by the spider in the attic to do as its bidding (as seen with all the webs on it and how it often is shown with the spider). In that case, if we have a future episode on the spider in the attic, this might mean that the spider is really friendly and wants to help Lila and Skid. It doesn’t seem like it has been doing much harm there after all...? There are some problems with this theory though, as you can see in Spooky Month 3, when the pest control is taking care of the “Rat,” there is a body tied up on the ceiling (so the spider might be bad). Note: How has Lila and Skid not noticed this?????

NOW, the other theory that I think could be more plausible is that the Mannequin is possessed by Skid’s dad. You may think this is a weird theory if it weren’t for the fact that it is almost always pictured with the ripped pictures of Skid’s suppositive father:

Another interesting thing to note is that like all of the photos of Skid’s dad that have ripped out faces, the Mannequin has a cinematic parallel to a blank featureless face. (Also, while this is not related to the Mannequin, I think it is interesting that Lila immediately ripped out the photo of Bob at the end of Spooky Month 5, showing that she often destroys pictures of people in her past that she has had bad experiences with.) Since we know that Skid’s father is dead (from the Father’s day photo Sr. Pelo posted of Skid and Lila at a tombstone), it wouldn’t be a stretch that the Mannequin is the possessed form of Skid’s dad still looking after the family. 

Finally, the evidence I think really relates the Mannequin to Skid’s family was the hidden photo in Spooky Month 5′s ARG:

What (or who) is reflected?

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

(Rewriting this bc the first version was ASS, my bad. I went back and read some chapters and did a bit of math to get the characters' ages right with a friend of mine. lol, I hope this version is better. This was inspired by the anon who was talking about Platonic Yandere Higashikatas)

With all the crazy stuff that happens in Jojo, i can see something like that happening. Maybe the reader´s family was already friends with the Higashikatas, or maybe they became a friend of Jobin at the local scouting movement, which i do think would be a bit harder but still possible, lol Slowly, they get more and more inserted into the family to the point it almost feels like they spend most of their time in the Higashikata household, only leaving to either sleep or to grab something from their house before they're back as quick as they left. I feel like this would happen even quicker if the Reader ended up having a complicated relationship with their parents and ended up venting their emotions to the Higashikatas (Next thing you know Norisuke is gonna end up adopting yet another person lol)

I wonder what what would've happened if they were around at the time Kaato was sent to jail, im pretty sure no parents would like to have their kid be friends with a criminal or anyone related to a criminal, so im sure they would either try to make Reader cut ties with the Higashikatas or maybe try to slowly separate them from them from the Higashikatas kids. And if that didn't work? They'd probably just leave Morioh, I mean - Yeah, the place is great! But do you REALLY want your kid to be around when so much weird stuff is going around? I don't think so! So their parents just end up leaving with them one day, with no warning nor a chance to say goodbye to their friends, Reader is now in a new city very far away from Morioh. Reader is quick to learn to repress all their memories of the Higashikatas, unless they'd like to be grounded for what felt like the 5th time that week for just mentioning they missed looking around for beetles with Jobin or being used as a mannequin for Hato. There is an empty hole in their chest, but after a few years in their new school and neighborhood, they manage to feel a lot better. They always had an easy time making friends anyway.

As time passes, you end up forgetting a lot about the Higashikatas, your memory is only limited to a few moments of childlike bliss with a family you can't even remember the name of, but your mind quickly leaves these thoughts away as they go back to the same repetitive and boring work you do every day. As much as you wish for change in your life, it's quite hard to do so when everything is just so damn pricey! So when a better job opportunity in another city shows up, you immediately book it, leaving almost the same day you get the confirmation that you got the job.

(1/2)

No prob, it’s all chill right here! I think the JJL brainrot 🫧 anon might’ve started something here and I’m not complaining one bit.

[dia-smthidk]

I like can’t art well— I draw digitally sometimes but that’s only on my phone and I gotta draw with my fingers so it doesn’t look good, and I haven’t had the time to myself to draw in a sketchbook recently even though I’ve had ideas for like… legit ever since I found out about this AU, versions of my characters in there. Ive I have a character that originally is Ragatha’s sister, another doll, so of course I easily made their character in my brain for this AU, but than others like the puppet were a bit harder. Plus not knowing where to place my child OC’s, and I feel like I’m gonna disappoint if I make a character and no art with it :< so that’s why I personally haven’t made any character art even though I have most characters planned out

…Also doesn’t gangle’s species have like two names— so how would I mix Gangls and Ragatha’s species without making it look like a weird name combo, unless that’s okay— I just don’t wanna do it wrong since for some reason I’m a perfectionist and I LOVE YOUR AU

You don’t gotta make art for the designs if you don’t wanna, I won’t force you

and I feel rather than mixing the species names, you should kinda put them into their own subspecies that’s somewhere tied in the middle of Doll x Puppeteer (saying ‘Puppeteer’ cuz Gangle does puppet dead bodies & mannequins sometimes) and mention below the species title of what different species their code is mixed with

don’t forget the HHR rating too, that’s their highest hostility rate (meaning how hostile are they on a scale of 1-10 at their most hostile moments)

[artbyblastweave]

0In terms of Worm’s larger deconstructive project, I’ve always sort of pattern-matched New Wave/The Brockton Bay Brigade to The Fantastic Four. Not necessarily to the internal family dynamic itself; there’s no one-to-one there, besides the fact that they’re both crimefighting families- but to the celebrity element. An examination of what would happen, what would go wrong if you had a public-facing family of crime fighters, no secret identities.

There’s very little money in it, for one thing; Ward establishes that unlike the Fantastic Four, the Dallon-Pelhams have a hard time monetizing their situation, soliciting donations and relying on their out-of-costume careers to make ends meet. No super scientists extorting Proctor-and-Gamble here. 

Panacea loosely covers the “why don’t they change the world with their superscience” bit- because it would lead to burnout, put too much descision-making power in the hands of one fallible person, and lead to someone who’s both guilty about not doing enough and resentful of how much of their time is monopolized by helping people to try and feel less guilty.

Glory Girl covers the perverse incentives you’d see if you had maskless, “publicly accountable” heroes; if your whole image is tied up in being a wholesome family that plays by the rules to earn people’s trust, you’re incentivized to go to unethical lengths to cover up your missteps, and being “publicly accountable” is kinda just code for being able to effectively swing celebrity power and institutional connections around like a cudgel.

The situation with Fleur and Lightstar is another example of the “public-facing-family” dynamic turning sour, and actually pattern-matches pretty closely to a problem the FF have dealt with at numerous points, including during Civil War when The Human Torch was attacked by a mob in his civilian identity. If you operate without secret identities, people can hunt you down when you’re out of costume and murder your uncostumed ass, and turn you into an example as to why nobody should follow your lead in unmasking. (For a long time, the FF were some of the only heroes without secret identities not because they were making a statement, but because the circumstances of their empowerment made it too hard to get away with what they were doing.)

Now, the thing is that there’s a big and obvious way in which New Wave doesn’t map to the Fantastic Four, and it’s a pretty foundational one; the Fantastic Four are scientists, explorers and adventurers. Structurally speaking, their stories hew closer to Lost in Space or Star Trek than they do to a lot of conventional cape stories. They’re specialists who you call to look at the latest weird science thing. They’re the vanguard you send through a portal to see what’s on the other side. You send them to open relations with Wakanda and Atilla and The Savage Land, and they’re the perfect people to send because of their (or at least Reeds) genuine sense wonder and love of discovery and their disdain for political intrigue in favor of collaboration and SCIENCE! The crime fighting is ancillary, something they do as it comes up or becomes immoral to ignore, but it’s not their charter.

This is something Worm doesn’t model as precisely. You get close-ish with Toybox, the extradimensional Tinker Think Tank, but there’s no group that serves the same function the FF does as a public-facing adventure-research institute staffed by parahumans. This is something that’s actually much easier to imagine forming during the Ward era, due to the thinning of dimensional walls, the increased accessability of Shardspace, and the deaths of Mannequin and Simurgh and everyone else who was making a point of wiping out would-be Reed Richards. It still wouldn’t line up perfectly, because a big part of the FF is that they were the first, the foundationals, the first spark of wonder the world had seen in years. But a “go-where-no-man-has-gone-before” team in the Ward era really would round out the archetype!

[designernishiki]

my friend and I have a headcanon that yuki, after denouncing the golden majima statue as tacky and awful but realizing it’s not going anywhere, starts to use it as a coat rack and puts her jackets, scarves, hats, etc on it whenever she feels like it. when he complains she says “well at least that 10 billion yen can be useful for something.”

then eventually it just ends up being a full-blown mannequin the girls dress up for different holidays and seasons. it’s got a santa hat, coat, and string lights on christmas and they put their presents for one another under it like a christmas tree.

on new years saki’s lent it one of her brothers’ old kimonos and ai makes it a cute little floral headdress. she makes a real one to match and doesn’t let majima weasel his way out of wearing it. (he refuses to admit it but when she does his hair up with it and they all tell him he looks really pretty he tears up and nearly cries.)

when the girls finally figure out when majima’s birthday is after a collective effort of snooping, trickery, and trying to brute force pry it out of him– they give the statue a party hat and a feather boa and use it as a prop when they surprise him with a party.

sometime during the summer it’s got a sunhat, arm floaties, and a towel (hibiki originally tied on a bikini, but majima made her change it after a day of getting weird looks from customers).

on halloween it’s got ghoulish tattered robes and a hannya mask (one of the few things borrowed from majima himself), and one hand has a bucket of candy hanging from it for anyone who comes and goes to take from.

and so on and so on.

[eisa-core]

EGO -- ep. 7

[ Where am I? Who am I? Opened my eyes to find myself trapped ... ! ]

[ Something mysterious is chasing after Seventeen, with only the clues to guide them to freedom! ]

After Daisy thought of possible and imaginable excuses for not showing up for GoSe recording, none of them worked. In fact, she was stuck in this abandoned hospital not knowing what to expect, or at least in the group chat those who had already taken their turns said they would not sleep a wink tonight.

«Wow, what is this?"» - She could hear the voices of other members outside the empty room she was in. «What's going on?» - She was already frightened as she approached the pictures in front of her, eerie pictures with some fairly encrypted writing; «Who's there?» - the voice of DK grew louder «It's me!» - said Jeonghan and Daisy at the same time. «Do you have the same photos as mine? Let's take it maybe they're hints» - continued Jeonghan while Daisy, impatiently came out of the small room. « AAAAAH! » - She screamed in fright when she saw in front of her a lot of beds with people, not being able to tell if they were real or fake. Jeonghan immediately came out giggling as he approached her. «What's wrong? What?» -Dokyeom did not move an inch «Come here!» - Jeonghan told him but only Daisy's whimpers could be heard. «Anyo~ I'm not going out» - but after he took a breath, he came out, and they looked for ways to deal with the situation. The pictures framed the hands of these people, especially a key. «I don't touch anything myself!» - Daisy said, it's not news that she is squeamish. «You won't ruin your manicure don't worry» - replied Jeonghan wryly going swaggering to check on the "mannequins" himself.

Once they found the key, they began looking trough the rooms of the hospital holding hands, Daisy in the middle with her right hand clutching Jeonghan and her left hand holding Dokyeom. Room 102. «Help me help me please, save me!». -There was a man sitting and tied to a chair, screaming in despair. They all 3 looked at each other confused and then walked as if nothing happened, until Dokyeom broke away from the other 2 to help the man. «What should we do for you?» - «Please untie the rope» - The man said with a trembling voice; «Daisy-ah and Jeonghan-ah help me» - These two looked at him puzzled. «Are you serious? What if he kills us?» - Jeonghan could not finish the sentence that Daisy nagged with questions. «Do you know why we are here? What's the "truth behind the research center"?» - «Uhm...no» - Said the man once he was on his feet «And do you know where the exit is? This doorway?»- Daisy asked making him look at the photograph. «Uh i'm.. not sure .. no» -He shook his head. «Ya! Is there anything you know?» - Jeonghan blurted out with the fear that they would not get out and escape. «Alright let's go to the basement, actually you go there» - He continued pushing the guy out of the room, taking Daisy and Dokyeom's hands back. «Me? Alone?» - «Yes we saved you so repay the favor» - Dokyeom replied indicating him to go straight, but the guy did not move. «It's better if we stick together» the weird man said as an apology. 

When they arrived at the basement after passing corridors filled with blood, wires, and documents, they managed to retrieve numerous keys that the game required for it to be completed. They found the same door as the photos, realizing that they had reached the end. “Isn't it strange that we are escaping so easily?” said Daisy to herself, believing that <The Tag> had been scarier arrived at this point. She then saw that the lock was one and the keys 13. «No, it's wrong!» - Jeonghan was grappling in the insertion of the keys, Daisy staying by his side clutching him by a piece of sleeve and Dokyeom staring at the man that stayed with them until.... «AAAAH!» - a shout, but it was not Daisy's like in the beginning, but rather the one of the guy whom like three fools they decided to save. Silence fell after the scream and Jeonghan could not even continue the search for the right key but caught Daisy in a hug, and then from there, they were caught.

happy halloween to everyone <3 i hope u had fun today !! -> masterlist.

tags: @cinnamon-falls ; @twicejade

[shattered-sparks]

(TF!Sun and TF!Moon belong to @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog​ ) Moon waited at the designated rendezvous spot. Sun and him out supply hunting, splitting up to cover more ground. Supplies in arms he waited for his brother to return from his own ventures. The sound of running caught the lunar animatronic’s attention. “Moon!!”  Sun screamed as he ran. Battered and bruised, oil seeping out from cracks. Moon disregarded whatever he was carrying. Dropping them to tend to his brother. “Sun! You okay?! What happened?!”  Sun grabbed onto Moon. His own sunny form making Moon’s tremble from how hard he was grasping.  “Mannequin!! I-It just suddenly jumped me! I-I got away but we gotta go, now!!”  Moon felt himself get pulled before the momentum left him. Sun’s frame turning into fuzz and static as his voice died out. The image fizzling out like tv static,  what once was fear turned into confusion before sinking into anger.  The animatronic lifted it’s scratched up faceplate. Eyes landing on a familiar burning orange. Gritting his teeth Moon barked.  “Thought I told you to piss off”  “Oh you did, I just don’t care”  Supernova laid on his back. Tree branches holding up the chaotic interloper as he didn’t meet Moon’s burning gaze. Checking his claws for any muck and grim. Though despite the display Nova’s face couldn’t hide the tiredness he felt.   Growl inside Moon’s voice box died down as he got a better look at the intruder. Something was off. Moon could feel it. This wasn’t like Nova, his illusions usually didn’t fade out like that.  “You’re.. acting weird”  Supernova tilted his eyes downwards, finally returning the gaze. the Lunar animatronic squinting at him. Questioning if this was some sort of trick.  “Haven’t been the most prosperous, Moonshine~”  The grin Supernova gave Moon was sharp. If he really felt like it he could change the tides of this conversation and have Moon tied by his feet, dangling upside down.  But nothing came from it. Making Moon even more suspicious. Before the words could leave him the conversation was interrupted.  “Moon?” Sun called out to him. This time less frantic. Sun’s image came into view as he held his own findings.  “Sun!”  Moon quickly ran over to his brother. The Lunar animatronic fretted and checked Sun of any injuries. Thankful there were no new ones.  Supernova simply rolled his eyes. Sneer hanging from his mouth at the display.  “What’s going on? Why are you so panicked??”  “The wasp came back”  Moon all but growled out the nickname. Teeth bared as his pupils went sharp. Sun immediately got the message. his faceplate going pale as he searched the tops of trees. Finally landing on Supernova.  “Oh That’s... That’s great”  The sarcasm that dripped off of Sun’s sentence wasn’t lost on Nova. Moon placing himself in front of Sun as some sort of barrier. Protective and ready for a fight.  “What do you want now?! Haven’t you done enough to us?”  Nova for once, broken his gaze. Eyes instead looking at nearby foliage. Gluttony, Blacky, and others have all been teaching Supernova about sympathy. Nova was going to have a word with them about it later.   “Got sent out here to feel better. It isn’t helping”  Moon all but smiled in glee.  “Yeah, maybe you wouldn’t be suffering if ya didn’t tormet the wrong people”  Supernova’s claws dug into his palm out of anger. He was getting sick and tired of this conversation. So instead he changed it.  “Actually isn’t that. Something much more out of my control. You would understand, surely~”  The combination of Nova’s sentence and head tilt all but clued the two animatronics in on what he meant.  “If you came all the way out here for help you aint getting it!” Sun yelled up to the trees. Ready to leave. Moon on the other hand. “You have a killcode don’t you”  Supernova clapped his hands as he smiled.  “Right on the money as always, Moonshine!”  Moon and Nova shared a silent knowing look to each other before Sun pulled his brother back. Supernova disappearing into the darkness of the trees. Leaving the two alone. Sun scoffed.  “Moon you can’t be seriously considering helping him!”  Sun questioned as Moon bent down to pick up the long forgetting supplies off the dirt floor. Moon’s red eyes flicked to Sun’s blue before returning back to what Moon was doing.  “Don’t worry Sunny, I’m not.”  Moon reassured Sun. Finishing, the two began their walk back to their campsite.  “It something we could use to our advantage though” 

[its-stimsca]

Normal People Things by Lovejoy for day 26 of Stimtober

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[Image ID

Gif 1: A person wearing a white shirt, black jacket, and black pants uses a pair of drumsticks to drum on the lampshade of a lamp. The room they’re in is darkly lit, only the lamp their hitting being on, washing the room out in a weird green/yellow light.

Gif 2: A foot wearing black converse hits the pedal of the biggest drum in a drum set, causing the attached mallet to hit the drum. It’s the biggest one in the drum set that sits on the bottom middle, I’m pretty sure it’s called a bass drum.

Gif 3: A hammer destroys a light skinned mannequin laying in the grass. The camera cuts through multiple shots of the hammer being swung, one of the shots showing a black combat boot stomping on a mannequin leg to destroy it.

Gif 4: A light-skinned, female presenting person with long, straight blonde hair tied in a ponytail shows off the sweater they’re wearing. The sweater is a dark, mint green, and has multiple things in its pattern like a golf cart and pine trees on its front, a bag of golf clubs on its sleeve, the words “GOLF CLUB” below the golf cart, the word “Par” written in cursive on the other sleeve, and multiple other white pattens I can’t make out but they’re probably also golf related. The sweater buttons up down the middle, each button being shaped like a golf ball. It has a large, floppy green bow tied with a ribbon around its collar. The person showcasing the sweater also wears a plaid, green skirt. While showing off the sweater they do a little hop, putting their hand near their face to show off the patterned sleeves and smiling.

Gif 5: The band Lovejoy in their music video “Normal People Things.” They all dance in front of a green backdrop, stopping to freeze in place all at the same time.

Gif 6: A light skinned hand with red nail polish shows off one of the buttons of the jacket from gif 4.

Gif 7: A hand holds up a coat hanger with a green, knitted sweater on it. The character Snoopy from Charlie Brown is in the middle, lying down. Snoopy is a white cartoon dog with a black nose and ears, with a large head and small body.

Gif 8: Two intercutting shots of a hand picking the phone up off of a rotary phone. One of the phones is white with a green backdrop, and one is black with a white backdrop.

Gif 9: A green tinted image of a camera lens taking a picture.

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[bluenpjm]

ganadara ❀ hoseok x oc

Ⓒ bluenpjm — all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim as your own.

synopsis.  as if it was destined, a connection as simple as ABC.

genre.  slice of life au ; dancer!hoseok ◦ fluff

pairing.  JHS x OC

wordcount. 899

warnings.  adorable hoseok ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

a/n. happy birthday to the iconic @narimiese~ the only person with whom i am willing to share hobi (i am not kidding) may your life be as glamorous and filled with light as you deserve! Thank you for being here since day one! ♡

It had become a constant in Hoseok’s day. Unlike the majority of people, he hated the weekends — especially because he couldn’t see her. The girl that worked in the store in front of his dance studio. He even had to change his routine to be able to see her more often. 

It was foolish, now that he thought about it. 

4 months had already passed since the first time he ever laid eyes on her. Fixing a more than broken mannequin and trying her best to tie its falling arm with some necklaces. In the end, the fit ended up looking more unique than anything in the store. 

He loved it. It was way up his alley. 

And ever since, he had this weird sensation in the bottom of his stomach. The first couple of days, he had nagged his best friend about the possibility of being extremely sick, as he counted the days until he could no longer escape the visit to the E.R. 

Despite how much he thought, he couldn’t pinpoint what had been that had left him that sick. Until he saw her again. This time closing up the shop. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail as the straps of her bag kept on pushing her buttons, constantly falling from her shoulder. It all made sense now. He was feeling butterflies. 

In his mind, he knew a lot about her. 

After all… he did find her on social media. Her feed filled with cute pictures of cafés and showing her impeccable outfits. She was classy and artsy and he was dying to talk to her. 

Sunday morning meant that he would not see her. Usually, Hoseok would constantly look around. Fate, maybe? Today, in lieu, he focused on the task ahead of him: finding a gift for his friend. 

“He just moved into a new house, so I wanted something that he would actually want but that wasn’t that much of a big deal…” Hoseok rambles on to the staff he had mindlessly stopped in the midst of rearranging some products on the shelves. 

“Why don’t you take a look around? I’ll be with you in a minute.” The smile shown is weak and Hoseok nods, him too forcing a smile before strolling along deep into the store. 

He wandered aimlessly with his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his baggy jeans. The store had a little bit of everything and perhaps that much variety made the task at hand even more challenging. 

“Does your friend like music?” The voice startles him and as Hoseok turns around, his eyes widen, mouth agape as he isn’t able to form a single word. “I think music is always a thoughtful gift…” 

Swiftly, the girl moves her fingers along the records in front of her. Lifting her gaze, she smiles at Hoseok. 

“I’m Nari. Kim Nari.” 

“I- hum,” For a moment, Hoseok almost feels starstruck. Clearing his throat, he manages to speak. “I’m Hoseok,” A strident laugh falls from his lips, the nerves getting the best of him. “But my friends call me Hope.” 

“So, Hope…” The playful smile on the girl’s lips makes his heart twirl. “What kind of music does your friend like?” 

“Well… Taehyung is a wild card… He listens to everything, really.” Pressing his lips together, the girl’s eyes fall on the little dimple that shows on the dancer’s features. 

Humming, Nari takes her eyes off Hoseok so she can focus on the records in front of her for a second. “What about… Golden Link? I’ve been addicted.” 

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of them…” 

“Do you want to listen to it? I have most of the songs from their new album on my playlist.” Nari offers, already searching her bag for her earphones.

“Yeah! Should we– hum– go grab a coffee or something?” Hoseok lets out a nervous laugh. 

Crossing the street, they enter the small coffee shop and order before directing themselves to a table on the esplanade. The soft morning sun felt cozy against their skins and they scotched closer. The first music begins to play and by the time their order is delivered to the table, Hoseok had lost focus on the tracks. His eyes fell solely on the bronzed skin of the girl standing only a couple of centimeters from him. 

Fate really brought us together… Yoongi would never believe him. 

“So?” Removing her earpiece, a smile adorns her lips. “What do you think?” 

“Beautiful,” Hoseok speaks softly, quickly snapping out of the trance he was trapped in. “They have really good songs, I mean. Thank you.”

“Of course,” Her smile reaches her eyes now and Hoseok feels his heart melt. 

The girl begins to gather her belongings, getting ready to get up from her seat. Hoseok mimics her actions. “Do you think I could get your number?” Yoongi would be proud now. 

And for the first time, she is thrown off guard, surprised. “Mine?” 

“Yeah–” Eyes widen and he feels droplets of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. 

“You got it.” Watching her leave, Hoseok wants nothing more but to jump up and down, feeling victorious. And if he was buying that album? Of course. He just needed to make another stop before storing the precious memory in a vinyl-shape in his home. He still needed to find a gift for his friend…

[calder]

"These mannequins!" is a paper note in the Fallout 4 add-on Far Harbor. Location The note is floating in the water above a sunken boat with mannequins in it, to the southwest of the Fringe Cove docks.

I can't wait to drop these damn mannequins off! The crew is starting to claim that they are hearing weird noises from the cargo, maybe they are just playing pranks on me? Whatever, we are almost there.

this is really really sloppy. who writes to themselves on loose paper. that said what the fuck

On the south side of the island is a smaller second island connected by a fallen tree. On the smaller island, near the fallen tree is a small shack containing a mannequin holding a machete and a bloody decapitated skeleton with its hands tied behind its back. fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Huntress_Island

...why

[mask131]

I think we all know that the “uncanny valley” effect BOOMED in popularity recently, especially in the Internet horror communities, resulting in the term and the concept being used a lot... in fact maybe too much. I have started to see the words “uncanny valley” being used for a lot of stuff and I just wondered if people knew that the “uncanny valley” was actually just one specific phenomenon part of a larger concept that is the Uncanny itself. Or rather I wonder if people actually know that the Uncanny and the Uncanny Valley aren’t the same thing.

The Uncanny Valley is the manifestation of the Uncanny itself in reaction to artificial human imitations (robots, mannequins, dolls...). As a result it can be considered a sub-type of the Uncanny. The inventor of the term, Masahiro Mori, claimed to have not based his invention (the Bukimi no Tani Genshou in original Japanese) on the concept of the Uncanny as defined in Europe a long time before, he rather made his observations on his own with no prior influence - however the parallel and similiarity between the two was so strong that the term of “Bukimi” was translated in English as “Uncanny”, due to the phenomenon describing perfectly what was the Uncanny. [And again, doing this translation is not wrong. Usually “bukimi” means “eerie” and can be synonymous with just something weird or ominous - but “bukimi” means a specific type of “eerie”, the eeriness of something unnatural, and so “uncanny” is also a common translation of it].

But again, the Uncanny Valley only works for artificial human imitations, or at least it was for this particular subject that the phenomenon was designed. If you want to apply it to a place for example, you fall into the Uncanny, short. The Uncanny, or rather its original German designation “Unheimlich”, as popularized by the writings of both Ernst Jentsch and Sigmund Freud. Heimlich means “familiar” in the specific sense of “belonging to the house” or “belonging to the family”. It is an intimate, friendly type of familiarity. The Unheimlich is not the opposite, but the reverse of such a feeling - it is something that does not belong in the house, something that does not belong in the family, something that should not be among your friends. In French the translation used was “Inquiétante étrangeté”, disturbing bizareness, or worrying strangeness depending on the translation, you see coupled the notion of weirdness with the idea of something alarming or troubling. 

The Uncanny is when the creepy or the mysterious mixes with the familiar - either a familiar sight or event in an unsettling or taboo context, either an eerie or bizarre thing placed in a familiar environment. It was Ernst Jentsch that made it quite famous originally, and he observed that the uncanny phenomenon works at its strongest when the subject is in a well-known, well-mastered environment, because in such a context the subject will be the least ready to confront an unusual or bizarre thing. He notably invoked one very famous German story by ETA Hoffmann to illustrate the Uncanny - a story that Freud also used to describe the Uncanny, “The Sandman”, “Der Sandmann”. For Jerntsch, the uncanny was the result of “intellectual uncertainty” and as such the unsolved uncertainty of knowing whether one person is a human being or an automaton if for him an excellent form of uncanny. Because this is what is tied to the uncanny - the impossibly to solve or resolve it immediately or easily. 

To change country, another thinker that talked about the Uncanny was the French Jacques Lacan, who rather used as an illustration the short story of Guy de Maupassat, “Le Horla”. And for him the Uncanny was mostly defined as an anxiety-inducing confusion blurring the lines between positive and negative poles (bad/good, pleasure/displeasure, strange/familiar) causing an anxious search for what is real. 

And the Uncanny is present in many, many things. 

For example another common motif of the Uncanny is the double - which is the very definition of something both familiar and strange. The reflection in the mirror, twins, alter-egos and doppelgängers can all be used as manifestation or causes of the Uncanny - and similarly the feeling of “déjà vu” is another uncanny phenomenon, as a strong surge of familiarity bursts in something unknown. Another example often used is getting off the elevator at the wrong floor : you take the elevator every day, you go regularly to the same floor you know very well, and you repeat this familiar and usual rite, only to end up somehow in something that is not your usual place, that looks like it and feels like it, but is not it. In this moment of surprise and confusion, this surge of unfamiliar in the familiar, lies the Uncanny. In fact, a lot of hype Internet knows currently about the “liminal places” and “liminal pictures” is precisely relying on the concept of the Uncanny: familiar places in unfamiliar, creepy, bizarre contexts. 

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Smutember 2022 Special Occasion

Kokoro buys some fancy underwear for hers and Undine's anniversary

written for @smutember requested by anon

This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. All characters depicted are over 18. 

Kokoro walked through the store. Stephine's secret was considered the best place to buy sexy lingerie. The variety of choices before her was a bit overwhelming. Kokoro tended to prefer comfortable underwear and sports bras. She didn’t really know what Undine would like. And it was strange looking at headless mannequins dolled up in sexy undies, with perfect tis and asses.

“Can I help you?” said a needlessly perky sales lady.

“Yes, I mean no-”

“Buying for yourself or as a gift?”

“As a gift. For myself. I mean I’m wearing it myself as a gift. It’s my wife’s and I’s first wedding anniversary and I wanted to do something special.”

“Ah, I see, I see. No need to be nervous. Do you have any ideas?”

“Something blue? It’s sort of my wife’s color.”

The sales lady looks into Kokoro’s face. “Well, it would go with your eyes.”

“Yeah. Eyes.” It was still weird, losing her pink. It’s been a long while since she aged out of being a magical girl, and losing her pink. Her hair fading back to her natural black. It was her most defining feature for her teenage years. It still felt weird not having that connection.

“Hey, have I seen you somewhere before?” The sales rep said, taking a closer look at her.

“Ah, I get that a lot. Just one of those faces I guess.” She did not want to deal with any ‘oh my founder, you used to be Heartful Punch!?’ right now while she was looking up sexy underwear.

Date night went off without a hitch.  They ate, they wined, and they kissed. Undine and Kokoro were in their bedroom now. Kokoro’s heart thumped in her chest.  Come on, You’ve done this a thousand times before. You have nothing to be nervous about, Kokoro thought to herself as her wife’s chest pressed against hers.

“Undine, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?”

Kokoro stood up and undid her tie. She then slowly unbuttoned her shirt and stripped it off. She heard Undine gasp. Underneath her shirt, Kokoro wore a deep blue bra with her nipples visible behind the lace. She could feel Undine’s eyes all over her. She wiggled out of her dress pants revealing her panties. The same blue as her bra, the panties hugged her butt. While not a thong, they were designed to ride up her ass crack a bit. And they left the bottom of her cheeks exposed.

“Wow, Kokoro this is…wow. You look amazing.”

Kokoro rubbed the back of her head. “Thanks, I was worried I’d look stupid.”

“Kokoro, you look incredible. I love the blue.”

“Thanks, I wanted to wear your colors for a change.”

Now Undine stood up. “Well, you aren’t the only one who has a surprise.” Undine pulled down the sleeves of the dress she was wearing. Pink bra straps ran across her shoulders. She continued to shimmy out of the dress. Unidine had bought some new underwear herself. She wore rose pink bra and panties. The panties were so small a tuft of her pubic hair was poking over the top. “I wanted to wear your colors too.”

They kissed again, their tongue meeting as their breasts pressed together. Undine flopped down on the bed, so her ass to her wife. Unlike Kokoro, she was wearing a thong. Kokoro crawled up to her and moved the thin line away from her crack. She pulled apart her cheeks, giving Kokoro a clear view of Undine’s dark anus.

Undine squealed as Kokoro started licking her backdoor. “You like this Undine?”

“Yes, ye-yes I do. Oh founder, Kokoro this feels so good.”

Kokoro, who was very much enjoying rimming Undine, said, “Good.”

She could feel Undine’s heat on her tongue. It felt so good. But she could feel her own heat build up in her crotch. And they both needed a release.

Undine rolled onto her back pulling down her panties as Kokoro climbed on top of her, pulling her own down. Her smooth shaved pussy mashed against Undine’s hairy one. They stared into each other’s eyes as they grinded their wet sex’s together. Jolts of sensation went through Kokoro as her clit rubbed against Undine’s.

“Ah, ah, Kokoro, kiss me!”

“You know where my mouth was just was right?”

“Maybe, I don’t care.”

“Ooh, Undine getting a little filthy tonight.”

She listened to her wife. Her lips met hers and Undine’s tongue pushed past her lips. Kokoro wondered if Undine was enjoying the taste of her own asshole.

She must have because she was cumming soon after. Kokoror’s orgasm wasn’t far behind. Their pussies sprayed juices onto each other’s thigh as they rode the high they were feeling. Kokoro stayed on top of Undine as they caught their breaths.

“Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary.”