#hi I'm usually a lurker but I had to scream about this

[perry-my-shmirtz]

Accidentally skipped Night of the Living Pharmacist (bcs Disney+ pooped out on me and skipped multiple episodes including this one), and MAN. There are some good Perryshmirtz moments here that I haven't seen anyone talk about (then again, I'm effectively new to the fandom since I stopped watching sometime during season 2). I want to highlight a specific moment though: Heinz sacrificing himself as bait the same way Buford did (which is already pretty romance coded)

Like, for most of the special Heinz is pretty blase about creating an apocalypse where everyone is turning into evil zombies clones of himself. He's mostly annoyed at the situation, complaining about being inconvenienced more than anything. And while he starts to take things more seriously when he realizes Vanessa is in danger, he still is otherwise unbothered (he's focused on stopping the apocalypse, but he's not in any serious distress).

And YET. Heinz finally, finally breaks when not only Vanessa is turned but Perry, too. Like, it's pretty heavily emphasized that Heinz chooses to use himself as bait--- something we know is otherwise pointless considering he's immune, the mob largely ignores him, or they try to kick him out-- because he literally can't handle losing the two people that mean the world to him and having to live without them.

Anyway, Perry and Heinz are actually gay married and Vanessa is their daughter 😌

[mintmatcha]

OMG MINT! I've never written you because im a lurker in the least creepy way possible, but when I tell you I immediately thought of you this morning, I had to share!

I was having IT issues at work, and the interaction I had with the IT guy who I've never met because we outsource IT has me screaming! I am naturally flirty. it's usually harmless. But he went full speed ahead with it. I made a joke to him, and he was like, "Oh, you're funny. I like you." Then In the background I was making plans with my coworker to get margaritas and tacos, not forgetting he was there I asked him if he was gonna meet us there and he said "Are you asking me out, Tiffany?" Pan camera to me, blushing and short circuiting. Something about people using my name in conversation feels so dominant to me, and I fall apart. This torture continued because, of course, my computer is cursed, I said sorry for moving the mouse, and in the most seductive voice i ever heard, he said, "No need to be sorry darling" DARLING!?! Like, sir, I am hanging on by a thread here, I will jump through this screen right now.

He ended the call with, "Im sure we'll be chatting real soon." In my defense, I am relatively new and have been calling A LOT. But god, everything in me wants to become his problem every day. Start knawing on my freaking computer wires. Anything to get him to say my name all syrupy sweet again.

I'm down bad, Mint. I am romanticizing the IT guy. Send help. Sos

I think you're going to have to marry him, im sorry. I do get to write a speech for your wedding

[specialgradefckr]

Heyyo! I'm usually just a lurker, but your Heatwave series has been absolutely incredible and I had to write in. I'm not usually an ABO fan, but you are rapidly changing my mind. Started with the Yuuta/Rika piece and loved your characterization of that sad eyed dude. Sweet and mostly passive while also being fully aware of reader-chan's BS.

Day 4 tho??? 🥵🔥🥵 I'm a more recent Gojo convert and oh my stars, "...you think for a moment he sounds like a dog toy. You think you want to make him your dog toy." Arrogant, but also whiney and pathetic Gojo really hits for me. The Pining? Phenomenal.

Just wanted to gas you up a bit and let you know what an excellent writer you are. Totally looking forward to the rest of the Heatwave series and whatever else your big brain cooks up in the future! 😊

wanted to gas you up a bit

awwhhhhHHh THANK YOUUUU 🥺 i super appreciate it!!!

honestly i started this blog recently and i've been trying not to compare the numbers but sometimes i get discouraged, you know? like, i AM doing it for the art (i knew day 3 was not gonna get a lot of love) but i'm posting it bc it makes me happy to see people enjoying it.

it's super encouraging to hear from you (and all the others who leave comments or reblog etc.) that my work is doing well.

i'm trying to be more critical of my own writing, fix things i don't like about it, and sometimes i need a reminder that it's still worthwhile and enjoyable to read even when i feel like it could have been better.

I've been writing like? All 10 of the Heatwave prompts concurrently, and while it means I have all of them drafted and partly written rn, it also means I switch between them a lot.

Inevitably I start to kinda. Lose the plot sometimes of a scene I'm trying to write skdfhglsdhg like the intro to the Yuta fic was SOOOO long actually and it was rambling about social phenomena with alphas, basically the omegaverse version of red pill dudes LMAOOO

and that was also supposed to lead in to like. the idea of what a REAL alpha is. the non-gendered values of leadership, protectiveness, and actually being sensitive to the thoughts and feelings of people around them (a crucial trait for someone in a leadership position).

and yuta fits those things SO WELL. he is CONSTANTLY worried about the people around them, how they feel and what they think. he admires the shit out of his classmates who like, tried to attack him when they first met fghskjdfgh. he wants to protect them but he never looks down on them.

later in the manga we see that yuta's consideration and empathy isn't just for his classmates. he cares a lot even for people who are very capable of protecting themselves - he cares about their feelings.

so i just knew like. yuta and tsundere reader. yuta who can see though your fussiness because he's always been perceptive.

yuta who thinks you're hot bc he has a constant boner for strong women but also has a deep yearning to see you be honest and vulnerable with him, and goes feral for it.

yuta who you can be vulnerable with because you know him and his gentle smile, his kind words, how he looks up to you even though he's a special grade and stronger than you'll ever be,, hhhh....

but yeah anyways. *grasps you and shakes you by the shoulder* GOJO. GOJO SATORU BEING HIS PATHETIC NEEDY SELF. GOJO BEING YOUR SQUEAKY TOY AND LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT -

tmi but "fuck me until i sound like a dog toy" is actually something a previous partner said to me??? i've never been much of a top but hearing that just kinda had me... hsdfgjhdsg HHHHHH

i think a major part of gojo's appeal is how he can be arrogant and pretty AND sultry all at once. there's something utterly delicious about a slutty confident man who is also crying screaming throwing up for you to let him put it in you skdhflsdhg

next heatwave fic is sdkfgsdlhgshg uhhhHHhh different from the ones you have read, it's a yandere piece with gojo and geto.

After that it's another gojo piece i think you'll REALLY like >.> masochist!gojo is a favorite headcanon of mine and i was actually super hyped writing some of the smut there so far hehe.

glad you've enjoyed so far! more to come for sure ;)

[xkuja]

SO

I found your artworks first on Pixiv, (that Kingdom Hearts Kuja had me SHAKING, how did you manage to somehow make him look sluttier (affectionate) even with wearing *more* clothes?!) then from there I found you on Twitter and check your posts for those tasty Kuja arts. Little did I know that I'd find you here too! I swear when I saw your artwork (the 3 Kuja expressions post) on my feed I nearly *screamed* I got so excited! I really really love your works, and I will forever appreciate anyone who feeds us with Kuja!

I just wanted to express my love for your artworks, but I didn't know where else to do that except here (I'm kind of new to Tumblr and more of a lurker than a poster) so I'll ask a question just in case I don't break any rules or something ^^;

I know it's just a rumor, but what are you expecting to see of Kuja in the FFIX Remake? I personally am very excited to see what Square will do with potentially a new look for him, there's no way the man *isn't* going to look stunning in modern graphics and the fancy CG they usually make! I know they wouldn't because I know the fandom would implode if they did, but part of me wonders if they'll censor him for some reason. If you do Square, at least make it hot, okay XD

Wowow! That is so rare for someone to find me on pixiv first ahah. I should really update my pixiv soon, I have a lot I haven’t added there yet. Thanks for finding me and saying hi haha, I really appreciate it. It brightened my week a little! I hope to draw more Kuja for you and everyone this year too 🫀

Regarding the rumoured remake, I’m kind of in the minority about it in that I hope they don’t remake it… I just don’t like the moneygrubby handling of the 7 remake and… among that and other reasons, I’ve lost a lot of faith in the franchise. So, I try to think of it more as “even if they do remake 9 I will always have the original”.

But I can almost guarantee you if they do remake 9, they won’t censor Kuja. They didn’t censor him in Dissidia (ignoring some of the characterisation choices in that series I have such a soft spot for dissidia haha), and squeenix tend to capitalise when they can on these kinds of things. They don’t shy from pretty men. FF16 certainly didn’t censor much!

[bogleech]

So heppo feels that I illogically single him out over the handful of other simps I effortlessly piss off, but I'll go ahead and enlighten him (he never misses a single thing I post here, say hi to him!) SO this is a guy who's made over a hundred posts about me for every one I ever made in reaction. He's talked about me multiple times a week for at least the whole 2020s now, dissecting everything about my life and family and friends and physical health and speculating about my relationships, my future or my inner psychology like he's writing fanfic.

This all is a behavior pattern more typical of PTSD following interpersonal abuse, essentially doomscrolling the person who hurt you. I traumatized this man.

But the others usually at least claim their hateboner came *after* I hurt the feelings they pretend to possess, whereas I had zero interactions with hepatitis between the last time he seemed normal and the first time he screamed at me. His villain origin is only that he used to like me, then noticed as a silent lurker that I didn't share his politics and that I'm "abrasive" about mine (which is a particularly weird thing for him to judge. I guess he'd think the abrasiveness is based and chadpilled if it just aligned with his ideology)....those politics being that he thinks blue haireded feeemales are putting pronouns in his xbox.

This post serves no logical function other than bait to piss off this eternal friendzoner but it is bait he WILL take, and argue with from afar, and then I'll forget to peek in on him for months or years again and won't see his rebuttal because he'll have buried it under 200 others. Btw man how's that space novel coming

OHHHHH I get it now. This guy has spent all these years roiling with spite over my every word because he thinks we were friends and that my "politics" ruined it. But both these things are false because my opinions have been the kind he hates since long before he heard of me, and I was never friends with this man. He was an ordinary commenter I sometimes replied to like any other commenter. I can't recall any major personal conversations he ever tried to have with me and I know nothing about him other than the fact that he became a 4chan/kiwi rage guy after his attempts at a creative life fizzled.

When he's not slobbering about me, he's mostly shitting himself over the fact that sometimes he sees a gender he didn't want to. Just the way he writes about anything paints a picture of such a deeply uncomfortable and lonely existence, it's like you can immediately tell this is a guy who isn't loved by anyone currently alive.

[judasofsuburbia]

a snippet of the spicy six zombie apocalypse au i'm working on<3 warnings for mild sexual content.

The first thing Jonathan Byers noticed about Argyle is the saucers of brown he calls his eyes. Those eyes were framed by a kind smile on Jonathan’s first day of senior year in California when they met in woodshop class and Argyle simply said, “You look so mellowed out, man.”

Jonathan huffed a small laugh. “Well, it’s my first day here and you’re the first person to talk to me.”

Argyle’s smile never faded. “It’s an honor, then. Name’s Argyle. What can I call you, dude?”

That interaction seemed like it was decades ago. That same man with his big, chocolate eyes now kisses his forehead and picks flowers on their walks to tuck into his hair. That same man shoots Lurkers in the head and doesn’t wince anymore. That same man hasn’t smoked weed in probably a year and has let go of the dream of raiding some old stoner’s house. That same man is Jonathan’s boyfriend and the world is ending. 

Jonathan’s seen Argyle at his absolute worst over the two years. He’s seen him closed off and disturbingly quiet. He’s seen him rip body hair off his arms and legs when he’s stressed out. He’s seen him violent and angry (not toward any of them but towards the world). Smashing old beer bottles and screaming at the sky. 

Jonathan’s also seen him at his best. Or at least, what his best can be when the circumstances are this goddamn bleak. He’s seen him make the kids laugh even as he’s patching really bad wounds. He’s seen him shiny and smiley after getting to bathe in a lake for the first time in weeks. He’s seen him get excited over stupid novelty t-shirts they find and the absolute bliss on his face if they come across snacks that used to be his go-to munchies. 

The thing about the world ending and having a boyfriend is that alone time is practically nonexistent. Their hoard of thirteen sticks together as much as they possibly can. Sometimes, it’s safer to split up so they can hide better. But it’s never just Jonathan and Argyle. Just like it’s never just Steve and Eddie. Never just Nancy and Robin. Never just…sigh, the teenagers who have now paired up as well. Maybe that last one is for the better. 

Sometimes, though, on extremely rare occasions, if the location is really safe and the other adults are content with keeping watch, they let the others scamper off. Usually, just one couple, and sometimes, they argue over who can until the teens groan at them to shut the fuck up. It’s far from a perfect system.

So they absolutely do not take it for granted when Jonathan and Argyle are the chosen ones for the evening.

They’re like magnets the second they’re away from the group, either in the woods or behind a closed door of the building they’re squatting in. Chapped kisses and teasing tongues and labored breaths and wandering hands and dirty words and quick releases. Once they’re sated (or the bare minimum of being sated), those turn into sweet nothings and gentle caresses and warm nuzzles and brushing out each other’s hair and talking about life before. Jonathan loves this man more than he thought he could ever love someone. He’s lucky that Argyle loves him right back. 

He’s so lucky, in fact, that one night, when they settled in an old high school, clinging to each other with their hands shoved down each other’s pants, they got interrupted by a timid Steve knocking on the door and neither of them hesitated to put themselves away and open it. Jonathan’s lucky because their interruption was not a Lurker, but it was Steve and Will (gratefully down the hall, far enough away from the noises). Will had a night terror and needed his big brother. Steve apologized quietly so that Will couldn’t hear him and said over and over that he tried to console him, that Eddie tried to console him, but he was too far gone. Jonathan gave Argyle a sympathetic look and Argyle kissed him sweetly, telling him to go be with Will. Will was shaking and obviously embarrassed to have interrupted but Jonathan hushed him and listened to the dark, horrible things his little brother’s subconscious came up with. Held him close to his chest through the night and made sure that nothing in the world could hurt him. 

Argyle was never mad about that night or any time after that their time together got cut short. He loves Will like he was his own brother and Jonathan is so, so grateful. 

However, Jonathan is starting to get a little restless. 

He is a hot-blooded adult man after all. 

He has many needs that have fallen to the wayside since zombies took over the world but damn if sex isn’t one of the hardest ones to let go of. Especially when his sex partner is looking all rugged and filthy from traveling and fighting all day. He just wants to help…is all.