#THIS SLAPS!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

Ohhhhh I have a lot to say about stuck inside!

(As a disclaimer, I’m gonna be comparing the original stuck inside with the version that had cg5, and I’m more favorable towards the OG)

Stuck inside is really interesting to me cuz it’s intentionally cheesy (affectionate). You can’t write the line “I’ll make them unalive (whoops!)” without it being a little tongue in cheek. The song is from Williams perspective, but it does a less used version of him.

The events are usually presented as dark and evil and, you know, in a horror story. In stuck inside, it’s sugarcoated and almost comedic— all the focus is on William, acting like this is just a regular Tuesday. The tone is brighter, William is describing awful things but he seems flippant towards it— “it wasn’t pretty but it needed to be done”. We’ve seen these events a thousand times, so there’s almost a sense of discomfort hearing about his acts in a way that’s so nonchalant.

The song is almost pop-y, lighthearted— until the bridge. We’ve been seeing these stories from Williams perspective, we aren’t fully grasping how awful his crimes were. But the bridge is from one of his victims. They aren’t sugarcoating it. They explain how they died, how they��re furious, how they won’t stop until they kill William. The false sense of what’s almost comedic is ripped away— there’s no silly words like “unalive”, “yikes!” and “whoops” anymore, just death. We’re suddenly forced to see the story for what it is. If this were a movie, this would be the moment where it goes from horror comedy to just straight-up horror.

And then it snaps back to the chorus, and it goes back to using the comedic tones. William assures the listener that he’ll be fine.

(Adding in CG5’s verse in throws off the balance— rather than a jarring and purposefully uncomfortable shift into the dark side, it feels more gradual in a way that doesn’t make quite as much sense. Don’t get me wrong— it’s a fun verse! But it feels like it should be part of a companion song mostly from the kids perspectives, not this song specifically)

And there’s another thing— the chorus shows that the protagonist of this song is deeply selfish. There’s no apology for his actions, he offhandedly mentions why he’s doing things but never lingers on it or explains further. The chorus is about him. He says “it’s alright, I’ll be fine.” They’re sustaining HIS life. He doesn’t think he survived. Nothing about the kids.

I dunno, those are just my two cents

💜

[welcome-to-latveria]

RDJ as Doctor Doom is the most blatant embarrassing cash grab I've ever seen in the history of cinema I think. They might as well have slapped a giant sign on their Fantastic Four film which says 'I don't have any confidence in this film' because that is the ONLY reason they have cast him as Doom and it's so obvious that even MCU fans can see it clear as day.

[infernal-lamb]

Draw Neves at the bar , trauma dumping to heket (she's the bartender)

HFSLKJGKDGJLJKLDS pls this is so funny to me. Neves is a mess when she's drunk. she is now Heket's burden....here she is telling a very silly story

[spookberry]

Fantasy AU

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids 👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

[Here's part one or whatever. If I feel like making more I'll make more and/or post it to ao333333.]

💚👻👽👻💚

The world is on fire, and Danny is burning.

The GAV is in shreds; wherever he’s crashed, there’s no way to determine up or down. He’s entombed in wreckage. Everything is on fire and everything burns, and it takes Danny all his strength to peel himself from where he’s contorted around the driver’s seat chair, to drag himself through the twisted metal and shards of glass with nothing but his hands and his tears.

He hurts.

It hurts so badly.

He crawls, because he can’t tell if he has legs or a tail right now, and is too afraid to find out he can’t walk by injuring one of his legs permanently. It’s hard to see through the smoke and the tears. He can’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe even if he wanted to.

There are instincts unique to being dead. Danny can’t tell up or down, and he can’t tell where he is or remember how he got here, but his core tugs him towards somewhere dark. Somewhere cool. Somewhere enclosed, even—even better, so Danny can curl up and sob in peace.

Danny wedges himself into a dark corner, curls himself up as much as he can, and lets himself drop into his core.

*

Something is touching him somethingistouchinghimsomethingistouchinghim—

Danny pops out of his core with a scream. No words. No coherency. Everything hurts, and all he can do is scream.

Someone is touching him. The thing touching him is body-shaped. Human-shaped. Danny screams higher, louder—some part of his hindbrain knows that if he screams for real then there won’t be a human but there will be guts and gore and blood, but Danny’s too tired to scream for real, and too weak. His scream is only enough to send the human sprawling back instead.

More humans take the place of the first. Danny keens, fights back a sob—when another tries to rouse him from his hiding spot with an exposed hand, Danny flashes his teeth.

The human flinches, but doesn’t go away.

Danny feigns a fanged bite. The figure jumps back. Good.

He’s too weak to run. He’s too weak to walk through the walls of his hiding spot and dart away. His visibility flickers—probably how a human found him in the first place. He’s so tired. Everything hurts. But if he looks dangerous and acts dangerous, maybe they’ll leave him alone. They have to leave him alone.

Please, please leave him alone.

They don’t.

There’s something in his face. Danny doesn’t recognize the shape immediately, but eventually something clicks: a loop on a stick is a catchpole. The strangers are trying to capture him.

He’s so afraid of something else around his neck. His whole body racks with shivers. He can’t run. He can’t bite. Please, please, please—

It doesn’t latch to his hand. It latches to his wrist.

Danny is only peripherally aware of being dragged onto his knees, of being dragged into a container. By the time the doors shut in around him, his mind is empty of anything that isn’t fear and pain, pain, pain.

He drops into his core.

*

Danny wakes up in a container.

It’s not the same container. But all containers are the same.

Danny screams. The soundwaves vibrate the glass until it shakes, slamming against the floor until cracks form in the concrete beneath him.

Still, no cracks form in the container. When he wails a second time, there’s no strength behind it. He just sobs.

He’s alone. He’s alone and he’s contained and no one is coming to get him. His transportation is in pieces. He’s injured and he’s scared. He’s so scared. Everything hurts. He wants to hide in his core and he wants to run away and he wants to slither through the wall and he doesn’t have the energy into any of it.

Danny curls up in a corner, hopes he’s left alone—or better, released—and hides.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he hears a click.

…But he hears a click. Danny peeks open an eye.

There’s…food. He thinks it’s food, anyway. Oatmeal? It’s in a bowl and it’s beige and it’s on a tray on the ground.

Danny sniffs. …The last captors hadn’t offered him food. They hadn’t thought he’d had needs, or that they ought to feed him.

It’s a miserable, aching feeling when he thinks this is a step up.

There’s a flimsy plastic spoon on the tray. When Danny jumps on the bowl, devouring the contents as quickly as his body will let him, the spoon goes down the hatch with the gruel.

Danny falls back asleep in the far corner of the container miserable, cold, in pain, and injured. But he falls asleep full.

It’s a luxury to not be hungry.

*

There’s a click.

Danny ignores it. He’s not hungry. He’s sleepy. His body is trying to conserve calories and metabolize new ones. He doesn’t want to wake up.

The oatmeal goes uneaten.

*

There’s a click. Danny’s eyes crack open.

Apparently he’s been asleep for a while, because there are three bowls of uneaten oatmeal on the ground, waiting for him. All are in varying stages of crusting over.

Whatever. Free food. Danny wolfs it down anyway, and tucks himself back into his corner. He’s almost him-shaped again. His human traits are slowly returning, cell by cell, piece by piece. He can almost feel the fractures he knows he’ll have in his legs!

…Wait. Wasn’t his container opaque?

It’s…not anymore. The walls are clear. Danny can see—or, well, until he gets his eyes back, can sort of feel—the room around him, and the trace presences of the beings who occupy it.

It’s a lab. Danny knew it would be, but his core still drops down, down down. He had been praying he’d never see a live specimen lab ever again. He certainly hadn’t wanted to see yet another one from inside the cage.

Humans come and go from the lab. Most are in white coats and pants, but they’re not GIW. Or, well, they’re probably not GIW, anyway, considering that they’ve been feeding him. The guys in white never think of his needs, since they don’t care if he Ends or not. There are monitors that fuzz and warp in his not-vision with details he can’t make out on screen, but knows instinctively that the monitors pertain to him.

And to his capture.

There are some visitors in odd colored suits. They talk. The colorful ones don’t approach him, but they…watch.

No one approaches. Good. Danny will bite them if they do.

With the see-through window, Danny can see the bright-suited blob shove a tray of food through a slot in his container.

It doesn’t fall to the floor, though. There’s a little mechanical thing that brings the oatmeal and flimsy spoon to a safe rest on the steel floor.

…Alright. Bone appetite. Danny’s hungry, and food is food. He pours most of the bowl straight into his stretched mouth and scrapes the rest in with a spoon.

More of his wounds are sealing. Healing. His core doesn’t throb so horribly with pain. The cracks in his soul are smoothing out. With consistent food and rest, Danny will be able to actually mount an escape.

Good. Danny licks the flecks of meal from the edges of his mouth. Good.

When he naps, this time, it’s on purpose.

Soon he’ll be healed enough to leave.

*

The clear window doesn’t go away. Danny’s poor sight doesn’t improve, but he can see people come and go. Danny’s never truly left alone. There is always at least one brightly-colored human around (or one dark, silent human), and an assortment of white-coated scientists milling about.

The clear window lets them see him, presumably. If Danny wants to escape, he’ll have to be careful not to be seen.

Quietly, so quietly. Danny slo-o-o-owly amps up the resonance of his core.

There are cameras. There must be. There are always cameras. Disrupting the electrical flow in and around his container is essential to getting himself out of sight.

The lights flicker. The human milling about all flock to monitors, silent voices coming muffled through the see-though walls of the container. Danny reels in his resonance just a touch—whoops.

But no one is looking.

Something twinges in Danny. Well…no one is looking.

Very, very quietly, Danny peels a relatively safe amount of ectoplasm away from his core. A Danny-shaped shadow forms, and, yeesh, does he really look that bad?

Whatever. There’s no time.

Danny turns himself invisible. He slips through the walls of his container, and leaves the lab to explore the base.

[starmoondany]

I have some things to say about James' cock (yes, we are having this conversation).

Big. But like. Too big. Horse cock in its greatest splendor. Thicker than long. Heavy (damn). Thick (yes, it needs to be said twice). And let's not even talk about his balls (that man needs to wear double underwear to hold all that LOL).

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so this is why you dressed up nice today like fuck off

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

I came to your account to read Raphael stuff and ended up going through your cbt stuff and now those two are combining in my brain and ohhhh

That poor, pretty, angel would be so fun to introduce cbt to. He only recently got his cock freed from its chastity cage and now you want to crush his balls in a humbler. And he’s such a messy boy so you KNOW you could literally squeeze the cum from his balls and he’s be in such bliss. If he thought one orgasm was enough to make him a higher angel you’re gonna turn him into a god by the time you’re done abusing his poor cock 💞

I love this so much!! I’m like addicted to cb/t!

Rapheal

Cw: cb/t, humbler, pain play, messy ness, unrealistic cum, c*ck slapping,

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You didn’t have to try hard to get Raphael into a humbler, he offered his balls willingly.

He jumped as it squeezes his balls, he whimpers, panting with a smile. He spread his legs, trying to ease the pressure in his testicles. You dig your thumb into his exposed balls, he jolts and cries in pleasure and pain, his cock twitching.

He lets out a high pitched cry and you watch in amusement as cum squirts onto his chest and stomach. Raphael thrust up and tries to rub against you for friction. The pain didn’t bother him, he was so used to it, but it missed with the pleasure, the vulnerability…it leaves him ready to beg for more.

“I can feel your heartbeat…”

You purr as you grab the humbler and dig your thumbs into his balls. He loudly moans with little concern if any of someone hearing. He bucks, his cock standing straight up as pre fountains out, you notice he’s producing more with the more pressure you put on his balls.

“Aah! More! M-more tithe center, it f-feels so I-int-“ Raphael shrieks as you comply, his cock furiously bobs for attention as he tenses and throbs. “YYES! T-there!” He shrieks, voice getting higher and he visibly curls up, you notice his eyes are watering.

“Aww, are you about to cry?” You lean down and kiss him, putting your weight on his trapped balls. He moans into the kiss, holding you as he trembles. You slap his cock, watch it spurt out cum. Raphael sobs in pleasure and pain, he cums, his cock bobbing worthlessly as you ease of his balls. “Fuck…you’re really enjoying this so much I don’t need to touch your cock?”

Raphael moans and nods, thighs rubbing together in frustration, the pulling in his balls prevented from resting in the ground. “It’s so good…don’t stop! Crush them! Slap my cock! Hurt me!”

Raphael howls happily, his cock bobbing eagerly. You oblige and slap his cock repeatedly, each slap forcing more cum out of his cock. He moans in bliss as you keep slapping his cock, it throbs harder as you feel it inching closer to another climax.

Rapheal grins to himself. He is the only angel to ever feel this.

He was already a high ranked angel, but this? This would make him the highest rank! He’d out rank Gabriel and Michael!

He screams as your nails dig into his balls. You pause as he cums again, you lookup to se he’s bucking into the air grinning ear to ear, eyes dilated.

“D-don’t stop! Please! I can take more!”

[fidgetspringer-art]

✦ Linger ✦

[basslinegrave]

redid this gif with new footage, less shaky and the loop is slightly better but theres still a jump, sorry. use however you like just dont claim as your own pls :]

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

[dittoqueeno]

I know this scene was supposed to be sad, but it was so funny-

Man's literally crying into our underwear LMAO

[dreamdripdistance]

🍎

[djevelbl]

Let's go I'm finally reading this (my drawing pen is charging at THE MOST inconvenient time lol)

[foursidecity]

Huh...

OH GOD. SHADOW CAN YOU HEAR ME. ARE YOU OK IN THERE??? CAN HE BREATHE??

[moondove330]

lol are you srs