#this is very TW

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Ok, It Gets Better, Then It Gets Worse

BEFORE YOU READ! KNOW THAT THERE'S SOME CRAZY SHIT IN THIS! VERY BIG TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR INSANE KINKS! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT I SWEAR! THIS FIC IS NSFW TO THE MAX! DO NOT READ THIS AND COME AT ME I HAVE WARNED YOU!

I decided to read some more of I Love Atsushi to see if it gets better or worse.

And.... it's.... ok?

I mean, a few parts after the first one are ok....

There's plenty of incest, but I've read enough of that to be ok with it. (For fics, in this instance)

And then.... it gets sooo much worse.

I've never read the words dog pussy so fucking much.

No joke, there's a part where the reader is a dog and Atsushi's just super down bad.

And I'd be fine with that. I'm ok with bestiality shit for fics.

But the term dog pussy just made me so uncomfortable.

And I didn't get too much further after that.

There's a part where the reader and Atsushi go to a bating cage.

(This is gonna get weird, so I'm cutting it here. Yes, it's weirder than the dog pussy imo)

And there's lots of very public sex in this.

Like, there's people bating in the cages beside Atsushi and reader. (It's implied anyway)

And reader just strips their pants while Atsushi shoves the bat up their pussy.

And not just a little bit, no no no.

From the end of the bat all the way to the fucking handle.

(And I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that!)

And then he just picks up the reader while they still have the bat inside them by the bat's fucking handle, and swings them.

And fucking hits a ball with the reader on the FUCKING BAT!

I had to stop after that.

It was too ridiculous.

But I will say, there's some shit in their I don't mind.

Ima check and see if there's any piss kink kinda shit, but besides that, I probably won't read too much more.

But I'll keep whoever is actually interested in this in the know.

(But also, I'm still amazed at the author's brain for coming up with this. I fucking love twisted people. Never a dull moment)

EDIT FROM LATER: I COMPLETELY FORGOT I WAS GONNA DO THIS SEGMENT!

I'm gonna read some of the requests that were given to the author!

And they're all somewhat worse than what I've just talked about.

(This post is so long and I'm so sorry....)

Something for a 20 inch cock and another request for a 20 foot cock

Maggots on Atsushi's dick

Vore with Dazai and Atsushi

Atsushi, Dazai, Akutagawa and Atsushi wants everyone to peel his foreskin off and his dick falls off and they have to stitch it back on

Clothed sex (the most normal one here)

Lactation (this one's pretty normal too I guess)

Atsushi fucking tied up sleeping reader (Ok, more of these are ok than I thought)

Horny Atsushi with 2 dicks

Atsushi fart fetish (???)

Reader is Atsushi's waifu body pillow

Reader is a public toilet? He shits and pisses in them? Then he fucks them wtf? (also, this is the 20 ft cock one)

Btw, that 20 inch cock one involved Atsushi getting stuck inside the reader forever

Umm.... Fiona (from Shrek), Reader, and Atsushi have a threesome.... Bestiality and long double cock for Atsushi

Atsushi fucking reader in front of entire agency (Finally, a semi-normal one)

Atsushi wears reader's skin as a skin suit (Never fucking mind)

Gun sex..... Doggy style.... Threatens to shoot reader if they cum early..... Still shoots reader anyway and leaves them to rot.... wtf....

Reader has scoliosis so Atsushi drills a hole in them (???) and snaps their bones back into place WTF?!

Atsushi fucks an orange and makes reader eat it with his cum inside (After those last few, this is kinda ok)

And then a wholesome picnic where reader and Atsushi eat pickles

I know these are probably just for shock factor (just like the entire fic itself), but some of these are sooo fucked up it makes me nervous.

Alright, I'm never going back to this so I'm just gonna list some of the rest of the parts because fuck this.

Poop kink

Body swap

Reader is tinker bell (oh hell no I know how that one's going down)

Doctor Atsushi

Atushi and Fyodor

Wax kink (this one's ok)

Atsushi has tentacle dick

Camgirl

Daddy kink (please no)

Piss kink (I'm checking this out. I'll update and say how it was) (Update: Not my kind of piss kink, but not as bad as some of the other chapters)

Reader is worm

I had to click on this one cause I couldn't read the full title (it's about bondage) and a warning says "Questionable use of organs" TF DOES THAT MEAN?!

Reader is bike (because of course)

I CLICKED ON ANOTHER ONE AND IT SAYS STOMACH ACID KINK IM NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT WTF

Oh.... last chapter is.... normal vanilla sex? Ima check this and see if this is true. Will my eyes finally be ok? (This chapter was perfectly fine, but the comments were all like "This is boring! Bring us the skin suit! Bring us shit and vomit and blood and gore!" And I swear, these people were feral. They were so pissed at not having a fucked up chapter)

I swear, I'm never coming back to this unless that piss kink one is good. (Those are hard to find, don't judge me)

[wildbasil]

things haven't been great but i think they will be. eventually 🌻🌼🩷

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[krafterwrites]

You take the blue Eggman MDMA pill (158.4 mg), the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red Eggman MDMA pill (162.8 mg), you stay in Eggmanland, and I show you just how meddlesome that hedgehog is

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Triangle solo

[bloominglegumes]

my brain is fried no caption no context i just like them

[luminarai]

hey, hi, I was just on the former bird app and came across this info from a brand new study and now I cannot stop screaming internally??? what the actual fuckkkk

theres' an article from the guardian here and here is the actual study:

[shepscapades]

Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!

[kensatou]

quick question: when will she ravish me.

also... the music. the little wet noises... so good...

[modify-and-sever]

if gender is what's in my pants then my gender is YOUR MOM lol anyway yeah I heard you're nonbinary do you have a penis. are you girl agender or boy agender. are you girl nonbinary or boy nonbinary. you have multiple genders but like are you more girl or boy. ok you're neither but are you more boy or girl. no haha I get it like no gender lol but seriously do you have a penis. is it a boy penis or a girl penis. it's honestly really weird that you don't want to answer this question honestly I'm just going to assume you have a dangerous male penis and tell all my friends that you're a bad person

[inbabylontheywept]

by tradition, the first day of the camp was spent pranking the group next to us. our prank was ziptying the zippers on their sleeping bags together. we figured one of them would sleep with a knife, because we all slept with knives, because we were dangerous maniacs and half the danger of a dangerous maniac is that they tend to think that they are Actually Normal. so. obviously that didn't pan out, and instead they got stuck in their sleeping bags for like half an hour and because their scoutmaster slept in their car and couldn't hear them yelling, they actually only got out when one of them went full caged animal and chewed through the plastic. which meant they had time to make it to the axe throwing station, but they did miss breakfast.

the scale of our victory was impossible to understate. it was an epic prank. unrivaled. the best in years. we knew they were going to retaliate, and we both feared and craved it. maybe i'm still a maniac, but that feels like a common thing, right? do well adjusted people that are not maniacs crave Judgement?

(serious answers only please, from people who would never spoon a knife.)

anyway, the next day we got back to our camp, and the neighors had skipped dinner to just come back and fill all our tents with pinecones. which was like, a decent prank, i guess, but it probably took them an hour to fill all the tents up, and it took us like 15 minutes to tip the tents out, and as a return volley to the ziptie prank it was incredibly underwhelming. we felt a little cheated.

so our scouting group held a council, and we agreed, unanimously, that our prank was 100% better and theirs sucked and that there would be no escalating tensions because we were the clear victors. they'd had their chance to retaliate, and they failed, and so the war was over. that was it.

we agreed on this. we swore. but madness is a relative thing, and in our group of maniacs, we still had J. i have many, many J stories. too many. i biked up to school with him from 4th grade to 8th, and i saw him get hit by cars thrice. he'd just swerve into the road sometimes. one time on a rainy day in 4th grade, a car splashed me, and before i could even consider my response J yelled I GOT THIS and then he blitzed off after the car. i didn't see him the rest of the day. i was so anxious i barely slept that night. i saw him the next morning and he told me that he'd chased the car until it got to a gated community and then he'd climbed over the fence and looked in peoples garages until he found the one with the car, and then he'd ripped the hood ornament off and broke their window. then he gave me a hood ornament to a different brand of car from the one that splashed me and i didnt tell him because i didnt want him missing more school. i want you to mentally adjust your mental model of the things a 9 year old is capable of doing to include chasing a car for five miles, hopping a fence, breaking into a garage, and vandalizing a randos car.

and that's just the tip of my J stories iceberg.

the point of all this is just to say that J was so crazy that he made us knife spooners look like accountanting enthusiasts.

so we agreed the war was done, and we shook on it, and then J, in the name of friendship, in the name of honor, in the name of avenging our pinecone filled tents, snuck over to their camp that evening and fornicated with a watermelon that they'd been saving in their cooler.

i want to emphasize, again, that this was not the consensus of the group. that is not a prank. like i know it seems like we dont know what pranks are because of the whole ziptie thing, but even we knew that fucking someones food is not a prank, it is a crime, and a sin, the kind of weapon that had only been ethically used once in history by Horus in his battle against Set and none of us dumb assholes had owl heads.

so.

the next day went pretty well. we threw some more axes again, which is a valuable and important skill for children to learn i guess, and we learned how to tie knots, which is a skill that turned out to be far sexier than i ever expected, and i learned how to light fires with a magnifying glass, which was great. i'm looking back at this, and i am actually just now beginning to realize that the clear and obvious point of scouting is turning child sociopaths into apex predators.

and then the day ended, and we went back to our camps, except for our leaders, who had a sort of Scout Leader Meeting they were going to have for a few hours at least. it was built into the camp, that day was supposed to be our day to chill as a group, and make peach cobbler, and just be buddies.

except, as it turned out, our neighboring group's alternative to making peach cobbler was eating their watermelon. so at some point they opened their watermelon, and woo boy. oh man. you think catholics hated seedless watermelons? you should see how much mormons hate seeded ones.

so we were chilling by the fire, and then we heard screaming from the camp over, but we didn't pay much mind to that because there are many reasonable explanations for a group of 10ish children to scream simulanteoulsy, such as wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then the screaming got closer, which did not bother us because there were many reasons for a group 10ish children to scream and run towards us, for example, wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then we noticed they had large sticks on them, which we figured were perhaps being used to drive away the wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then they arrived and they started beating the shit out of us, abundantly, in arizona.

so we ran into the woods.

now, at this point, we had no idea what was up. we knew that the camp next to us was out for blood, which was crazy, because we'd actually locked them in fartproof bags for 30 minutes and they'd barely done anything back, and were trying to figure out what could possibly have happened that could drive them to Terrible Violence when we realized that J was cackling like a witch that had learned how to order children off of ebay.

so we politely asked J what the hell he had done, and he politely explained that had "done" their watermelon, and we politely beat him with large sticks because life is nothing but endless cycles of violence.

we were still being chased by the other camp btw. so it was them, chasing us, chasing J, and then they got tired and went back to their camp, and we chased J a little longer because we were mad we'd all been walloped with sticks, and J did not care because he was a supernatural entity whose only weaknesses were Needles and Fire, and then we got tired and went back and J kept running, and we just kind of figured he would come back eventually.

he did not.

we went back to our tents, and we waited, and J did not come back. we stayed up all night, peering into the forest, worrying. our leader came back, and we did our best to hide our battlewounds, and he either genuinely did not notice or simply accepted this as part of Boyhood. then he went to bed, and we waited, and waited, and waited. And Waited. and did not sleep.

eventually, we convened again, and we agreed that if J was not back by after breakfast, we would have to tell the scoutleader about what exactly had transpired. and we really did not want to do that, because it would have meant that everyone would have gotten in a very large amount of trouble.

morning came around, and J still was not back. we went to breakfast, and we ate very, very slowly. we were afraid the other camp was going to continue their war with us, but they actually looked fairly frightened. one of them actually came to us and asked for a truce, and we agreed because we truly felt bad for them. like, yes, they did beat us with sticks, but J fucked their watermelon. we werent complicit in the watermelonfuckening but they didnt know that, and it was definitely the kind of crime that left one outside the bounds of the social contract.

and then when we could eat no more bits, when breakfast was almost done, right when i was getting pushed to go and tell the scoutleader that we needed to find J, he arrived. he was sleep deprived, and noticeably scraped and bloody, and tied to his belt was a blood squirrel tail.

and i asked him, J, where did you get that? and he said, don't worry man, it was already dead, which did not answer by question and gave me several more.

the camp ended that day, and the other groups avoided us like the plague, and it was not until some weeks later that we were able to piece together what happened.

J, in his sojourn through the forest, managed to find (or, possibly, make) a dead squirrel. he then cut off the tail to keep on his belt, because he was a weird little freak like that. he also took the dead squirrel, and he skinned it, then he tied it to a little crucifix made of wood, and he left it in the other scouting group's camp. which is why they were so scared of us.

it was such an unhinged thing to do it actually sobered us up for a while. scouting became a scary thing for us. we'd found something dark and primal there, in the place where no adult could see, and our appreciation of J as a wild ride kind of changed into seeing him as something truly dangerous. we had a sense wherever he went, something terrible would follow, and the only way to escape it was to not be there when it arrived. and so piece by piece, the scout group dissolved. it wasnt until he moved out of that ward that the rest of us started daring to go back to scouts.

and for the final epilogue of the tale:

i have a little brother who was friends with a younger cousin of J's, and the two would go to parties together in highschool. and sometimes J, who was in his early 20's at that point, would show up at the parties, and it was unsettling in such a way that it just became a known risk at parties with the cousin. and at one party, they were playing truth or dare, and J wasn't even in the room, but someone asked him the Truth of how he always knew how to find the cousin, and J said the cousin's mom had mentioned she was worried about him and the parties so he'd put a tracker in his car. and when he saw that the cousin was out of the house on weekends, he'd made a visit by, just to make sure he was safe.

then he left. and every single person at that party went over that poor kid's car. they searched the wheel-wells, checked underneath it, the works, until they found the tracker. then because they were clever, they didnt break it, or throw it away, or anything that would've given away what they'd done. they just gave the tracker to the cousin, who put it in his glovebox. and on schooldays, he'd take it with him, so J could see him in the parking lot. and on weekends, he could leave it in the garage, so he could go to parties with out Hell coming with him. because everyone that met J - every single person - knew that the only way to be safe from him was to be far, far away.

[roastbeasts]

lepidoptera

image id: a digital drawing of marcille and falin from dungeon meshi. they are both wearing tshirts and jeans. marcille looks on at a grub in a small jar that falin is holding. she has a surprised expression. falin, who is drawn fat, has her eyes closed and is blushing slightly. to the right of both figures are cartoonized drawings of a silverfish, a stag beetle, and a centipede. below the drawings of falin, marcille, and the bugs are drawings of a yellow butterfly with a black body and yellow wings, captioned "eastern tiger swallowtail". above it is a drawing of marcille, who is saying "i like this one!" in a light blue speech bubble. next to the butterfly is a drawing of a mole cricket with a dark brown body and light brown appendages. above it is a drawing of falin, who is saying "how cute!" in a navy blue speech bubble. end id

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

The whole fic on ao3

[themeeplord]

The dog.

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I made this animation a year ago but I'm still very happy with it so I'm gonna give it some new life! I'd love to remake this sometime, but that's gonna be a far away future project I think.

[scre6m]

DEV PATEL Monkey Man (2024) dir. Dev Patel

[misclotus]

monitoring you, like machines do

don’t mind me drawing tma fanart while i haven’t even finished tmp

i recently got an irl friend into tma and have been reliving the early seasons vicariously through her so in other words— the brainworms are back and i felt the visceral need to draw jonathan sims 😔