#anyways. yeah. here ya go.

[boar-sjn]

sure, happy Valentine's Day or whatever..

anyways pink is my favorite color and Valentine's is my second favorite holiday so here's these to celebrate it I guess.

[panbhonpan]

IT'S SATURDAY, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

nsmnmsndjsnmdsnmnsnmns helloooooooo

Its Saturday which means I get to see my lil silly bitchy nerd again, Oh I wonder what he might do now Hes probably going rabid idk - man

but yeh, man i miss him- He's gonna lose it- i'd say today but i dont wanna jinx it.

[jadewritesficshere]

Thinking about Eddie Munson who was complaining to the rest of the band about his shoulders and neck hurting post show. One of them convinces him to go for a massage.

Eddie shows up day of and is told to strip to level of comfort and get under the sheets laying on his back, his masseuse will knock before coming in. Eddie has not an ounce of care or shame, strips completely naked. Scars and tattoos on full display. He climbs between the sheets and waits. After knocking and hearing a "come in", his masseuse enters and-

The most handsome man he's ever seen walks in. A bit of stubble on his defined jaw, soft pale lips Eddie wants to kiss, big brown eyes Eddie wants to get lost in, slutty little waist and an ass Eddie could-

He introduces himself as Steve. Verifies where Eddie had said his tension was on the form he hastily filled out. Then it starts.

And maybe, maybe, Eddie is a bit touch starved. He could have anyone he wants, but they don't want him just his fame. Pushes them all away. Only gets close to his band, but they all are busy and have their own people outside of work.

And Steve is just touching him. Rubbing smooth circles into his temple, down his cheekbones towards his jaw. Pressing on parts of Eddie's face he didn't even realize were tense. It's relaxing.

And Eddie regrets not leaving at least his boxers on to help hide that he's becoming hard. Kind of embarrassing, which makes his dick harder- which, that's a lot to unpack right now-

"Hey, relax man," Steve says, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Eddie can see Steve's eyes dart towards the obvious situation," It's natural. Happens to the best of us." "Does it happen to you?" Eddie blurts out. Eddie wants to shove his face in one of these soft plush pillows and scream, but Steve just snorts a laugh and shakes his head at him. Doesn't even respond as he continues the massage.

Eddie tries to hold back his groans as Steve turns his head to the side and rubs his neck into his shoulders. He can feel the tension leave his body slowly. Feel the knots in his muscles release.

Eddie can't, however, hold back the noise he makes when Steve grabs a hold of his hair and tugs it. Eddie's eyes pop open and he stares into Steve's face, who has started blushing. Steve just clears his throat and let's Eddie's hair go before continuing the massage.

[wniemocy]

A little update from me in this Invctuscon spirit weekend :>

[hy4c1nthh]

Valued Time

[gods-perfect-idiots]

damn this hyperfixation got HANDS (and claws and fangs to boot)

[schwarzgeier]

Crawling back into your mailbox (looks good. have you redecorated?) cause

Are you just gonna leave us like this? Grasping at the girlies?

also if there's nothing you wanna share that's cool just count this as a Hi. I know older drafts are the urgh

I did redecorate my mailbox thank you for noticing , I specificly dragged in a comfy chair just for you fhfhf Hope you like it!!

The fact u actually notice the weird ramblings i have in tags is making my day Jay ur so cool fhfhf but uh here I suppose this is what you came for? I dont have lot to say about old drafts of Blau and Geier but it is sorta interesting how they evolved. Sorta from one replika to 2 .

The first ever sketch was the orange one , very back then I think i wanted to make a demolitionist expert replika . I immidietly saw someone else have that idea for a replika , that day i drew that so in a panic I dropped the whole concept fhfhhf

i had this problen a lot tbh making both Blau and Geier. The fear of accidently having a same idea as someone else terrifies me and honestly there are firey Geiers out there im pretty sure that other people made. But at this point i like mine and I truly feel like i came up with these 2 by myself now.

All these sketches were made roughly a year ago? Could be bit more actually its hard to say. But yeah Blau was first , originaly even called Geier. Then quickly changed to Eisvogel cause i liked their color scheme and they fit the scientist theme bit more , up until I reallyyy stuck with the Blue Jays for their simplicity and white/blue theme. Blau went through a lot of design changes but the story has mostly stayed consistent.

Geier was bit easier to make , felt riskier for some reason but design wise purely? I really am happy with how Geiers turned out now. Black armor , red/orange themeing for the fire , vented mask in the faceplate and backtanks for gas were all things that kinda just. Made sense to make from start. Visor changed up a bit and the hairstyle , since god trying to make even a bit of an authentic signalis style hairstyle is hard for me.

God looking at these old drawings gives me the ick kinda but also a sense of nostalgia. Year isnt long time yet a lot has happened since then. I like my blorbos so much more then and feel like i can do even more with them. I love signalises and other media too but OCs? Always will have a soft spot for them , specially other peoples ones. Love to see what people create on their own.

[snakes-on-skates]

is this anything

(clarification for the "freedom" thing: they arent helping free others out of the goodness of their hearts, either doing so by proxy when completing their goal or using them to help complete said goal. they are still going about it in a selfish way and i dont mean to imply they actually care about the people and/or creatures being freed.)

[moonchild-in-blue]

Well. Hello again. Did yall miss me, or am I getting stoned at the town square?

me rn ^

[game-on-comics]

happy st.Patrick’s day everyone!!🍀✨🌈

Lineart: Caro ; Colours: Kaho

[adriartts]

some griffons

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

Ugh everyone dunking on Steven are soooo cringe 🙄

Shane and Ryan are grown men who stood by this decision, so please dunk on them too lmao.

[jadewritesficshere]

Hold me close as you drift off to sleep

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie spends the night for the first time

Contents: no use of gendered pet names,, no physical descriptions of reader but clothes are described, mentions of nervousness, mentions of sharing a toothbrush which leads to mentions of spit kink, no actual smut but allusions to it,

MDNI 18+ only

You slowly looked over your pajama choice in the mirror. A pair of warm plaid pants and a t-shirt from years ago that was faded and soft in the most comfortable way. You weren't sure why you were so nervous about this, you and Eddie had seen each other in many different clothes and lack thereof.

But there was something different about spending the first night together. The first time sleeping together, and by sleeping you actually mean it in the sense of the word. Snoozing. Dreaming. Resting. Snoring-

Oh God what if you snored? You bit your lip as the anxiety started to rise. You didn't think you snored, but what if you did? What if you walked in your sleep? Or worse, what if you talked and shared all your secrets (the most important being you loved Eddie, but you didn't think it was that big of a secret).

The door to your bedroom creaked open, causing your eyes to dart over. Eddie walks in, dumping his clothes on the floor. The white tank top clings to his lean torso, the ill fitting red plaid pants rolled up at the hems. Eddie smiles at you slightly before sighing loudly. You stomach turns until Eddie gestures to his pants," Well, one of us is gonna have to change."

A laugh escapes you just as your worries do. This is Eddie. Your Eddie. There is no need to be nervous.

You walk over to the bed and crawl in," Should have packed a bag just in case. You saw the forecast was calling for snow." Eddie scoffs slightly but crawls into bed," You're my weather.. guide? the weather diviner...the weather-" "meteorologist" "Yeah that! You're that. Wayne watches the news, not me. They just want you to see one side." Eddie pulls the blankets up to his chin and bats his lashes at you," You're my meteorologist and you didn't tell me. Almost like you wanted this to happen."

You smile as you roll your eyes," Yes Edward, I wanted you all to myself and chose to not tell you so that way you had to borrow clothes from whatever was left here by Steve and Robin." "Oh, I'm not borrowing, these are mine now. Finders keepers." Eddie winks at you.

Eddie reaches over and turns off the lamp, letting the room go dark. You blink your eyes a few times, adjusting to the lack of light. You can feel the dip in the bed where Eddie is laying next to you. Your hands almost touching. Hear his breathing cut through the deafening silence.

You look over at Eddie and find him already staring at you. "Sorry if I snore," you mumble looking into his eyes. Eddie brings up a finger and traces your cheekbone," Don't worry about it. Wayne snores, won't bother me if you sound like a chainsaw." You huff and go to turn away but Eddie holds your face towards him.

"Goodnight." Eddie whispers as he leans in and kisses you lightly. Its soft, sweet, and almost shy. You grin into the kiss. Eddie sighs and pulls back a fraction, lips barely touching. You can feel his breath against your face. You can smell peppermint- wait.

"You brush your teeth?" You ask. Eddie hums an affirmative, " Yup. Got my molars and everything. Rinsed your brush really wel-" "My brush?" Eddie looks a bit sheepish as you gape at him," My brush Edward? That's-! What? Eddie!"

Eddie blushes," We've swapped spit when kissing-" "That's different!" "Is it?". You roll away as Eddie makes grabbing hands and tries to keep you facing him. You evade his grasp and stare at the wall, feeling Eddie wrap his arms around your waist,"I'm sorry?"

You can't help but smile as Eddie kisses up and down your neck, apologizing the whole time. You grab his hand resting on your hip and interlock your fingers," It's okay i just don't want to think about it. I guess you have spit in my mouth-" "No I haven't! Wait, is that...Is that on the table cau-" "Don't press your luck tonight Eddie you know what I meant," you warn. "Shutting up" Eddie makes a motion of zipping his mouth shut.

You start to laugh and pretty soon Eddie is too. If you had had any nerves left, they would be gone now. You sigh, relaxing into the bed. The weight of Eddie's arm laid across you, holding you in place, had you feeling secure.

"Night Eddie. Don't let the bed bugs bite," you grin as you close your eyes. They snap back open a minute later as you feel the sting of Eddie's teeth lightly clamp onto your shoulder," Hey!" "No bed bugs here, just me. Your loooovveee bug." Eddie grins as you swat at him," Go to sleep!"

Eddie goes to roll over but you grasp his forearm, pulling his arm back over you. He smiles as he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder. He slides one leg and slots it between yours. Your limbs entangled in a more innocent way then normal. You smile softly as you lay there, trying to go to sleep.

You can hear Eddie's breathing even out as he falls asleep behind you. Knowing he feels safe and comfortable enough to do so makes you feel warm inside. You grin as you start to feel the edges of sleep start to overtake you.

Your eyes flutter open as the sun shines through the window. You look over at Eddie and try to stifle a laugh. His face pressed into the pillow with his hair a wild, tangled mess around him. The pillow slightly discolored from where he has drooled onto it. You can't hold it in when you realize the tank top he's wearing has shifted to reveal his entire pec to you.

Eddie slowly wakes up to your laughter, glaring at you slightly for being woken up. The grumpy look fades from his face as he realizes it's you that woke him up. Eddie sits up quickly, brushing a hand through his hair and only getting it caught once or twice. He wipes at the drool on his chin and gives you a big grin," What are you laughing at?"

You nod at his chest and he looks down. Eddie gasps dramatically," My virtue!" He fixed his top as he chuckles. You're sad to see his chest get covered. "Good morning," you say, hand reaching out to lightly graze his.

Eddie grabs your hand with his, thumb stroking the back of your hand," Good morning my dying fish" You wrinkle your brow at him," your what?" "My dying fish, you flopped around so much like a-" You cut Eddie off by hitting him with your pillow. His mouth drops open before he grabs his and hits you back.

Giggles and the sound of pillows hitting each other fill the air before Eddie tosses the pillow aside and tackles you to the bed. He kisses you before hovering over you slightly," Good morning." You grin back, tucking a stray curl behind his ear," Good morning.

Eddie grins down at you and you smile back. The warmth in his eyes causes your stomach to flutter and heart to beat faster. You don't know what he is thinking but can see the love written plainly on his face. You know that while this was only the first time he slept over, it definitely wouldn't be the last.

Eddie kisses the tip of your nose before jumping up," I'm gonna brush my teeth." He starts to giggle slightly making your eyes widen. "Eddie you better not use my brush!" You holler after him, hearing him cackle as he rushes down the hall," Edward!"

[variksel]

its fucking terrifying when a random man feels entitled to your attention even in public

[doctorho]

Hello hi hope you’re doing well hehehe IFFFFFF you ever did wanna write for Jayce I nad an idea.....l've seen posts about people wanting more fics of a more buff fem reader LIKE HELL YEAH (Cuz | workout) and l just love the idea of Jayce being into a buff girl (or guy) (or gn because I know you write a lot of gn stuff!!) cuz we know this man is such a sub sometimes and I know he'd get so so flustered if he saw you working out. He'd definitely wanna feel you flex in his hand and maybe workout with you but he might combust if you ever asked him to join you. Even if you're shorter than him he'd feel so shy around you and he'd just be so CUTSEY and blah I just want a large muscular man to fall at my feet is that too much to ask for?

sorry it took me Literally Forever to get to this, but... yeah.

look, jayce got his muscles mostly from working at the forges (and... genetics, i guess), and logically, he knew that people who were muscular typically did something to get or at least maintain those muscles, and subsequently were able to do some work that required muscles, he knew that. he just hadn't, you know. considered it. before. in his head. he hadn't thought about it.

so he was not prepared to see you hauling some goddamn ten-feet-long steel beams around the lab like it was nothing. he has to wait for the cogs in his brain to do a full circle as he registers this, takes in the sight of your disgarded jacket and the fucking muscles rippling under your skin as you lifted another one of those beams up on one shoulder, already turning to apparently carry them on to the storage.

the beams are visibly heavy, heavy enough to slowly bend at the ends just a little under their own gravity, and then slowly waver with your movement as you straighten your stance. and you do it with the damn ease of lifting the coffee pot, just, you know, casually hauling these goddamn steel beams around for him, no big deal, just some light work around the lab.

those beams probably weighed like a good percentage of how much he did. and you're just! picking one up! and throwing it around! god, you don't even look like it's hard.

and he's just standing there, gathering the remains of his brains from the gutter.

"Viktor said these need to be moved," you tell him as a way of explanation over your shoulder.

"What?" he asks, with all of one brain cell sparking to life.

you smile at him over the beam, and oh, that should be illegal. "These were delivered today, Viktor said they should be in there," you explain, nodding towards the open door.

Jayce opens his mouth. and then closes it.

"Ah." he says. "Yes."

the pinnacle of thought, he thinks with an internal sigh, ladies and gentlemen, jayce talis, genius of the people. whose brain turns to mush at the sight of-

power.

well, can you blame him?

gods, it's not as if it's a leap to go from 'this person is attractive and demonstrates enough skill and strength and muscle control -because that was the difficult part, wasn't it, control- that they could probably throw you around like a sack of potatoes' to 'i think i would enjoy that' because-

he can hear you place down the steel beam with a clang that sounds like it wasn't the first of many.

and then you re-emerge from the storage room dusting off your hands against each other, cleaning them of what he could imagine to be metallic dust and leftover packaging fibres from the beams.

something in jayce, unfairly, purrs at the sight. curls into itself at the pit of his stomach. paws at him from there, tugging at the base of his spine.

he decides to ignore this as best as he can, and instead, takes a breath. "let me help you," he says, then shakes his head a little, "this isn't even your job in the first place."

you just shrug with a grin, and help him pick up one of the beams as he hauls it up on his shoulder. it was heavy, and, annoyingly, his brain decides to use this to cement his earlier hypothesis about your strength.

he hadn't thought you weak before, not by any means, he just... hadn't seen you in action, so to speak.

he takes a deep breath. steels his core, lifts with his legs.

"I just wanted to help," you answer, "besides, i could use the workout."

Jayce exhales a laugh, before composing himself again. "alright," he shrugs off the beam and places it on the pile of others, and you soon follow.

as you place down your own beam, he helps. it's easier to balance it with two pairs of hands, and the sound of it hitting the pile is softer this time.

he can see some oil stains on your shirt where the beams had rested against your shoulder, and a part of him winces at it. that'd be difficult to get out. the oil their metal parts usually came coated in was.

you're just straightening your shirt and smiling at him. like you're at home in their stupid storage room, helping him with this like it's a given. he didn't even ask.

"still," he says, taking a deep breath and trying to gather his brain into something in semblance of reasonable, "thank you." he exhales, and means it. "let me make it up to you," he continues, and he means that, too.

"do you want to like," he says, his words suddenly feeling sticky and stupid and too big for his mouth, "get coffee or something?" he exhales, then, "my treat," he adds, before he can even inhale.

you grin at him, and dust off your hands again, and oh, his spine is liquefying. cool. nice. great. he wanted to be a puddle anyway.

[telesodalite]

Been thinking about idw1's outliers lately, and how sort of wild the whole concept is from a worldbuilding standpoint, and it struck me that most confirmed outlier abilities tend to be really useful, or flashy, or powerfully dangerous, and few to none tend to be like, really boring, or totally impractical, or even entirely useless? Which, doesn't really make sense when considering the fact that outlier abilities are seemingly random.

Surely not everyone who's born an outlier gets something useful?

And I don't mean like, "good" useful, but any sort of useful, even if that means you can kill people with your voice, or give a power boost by exploding yourself, those are still "useful".

But surely there had to be some with abilities that were totally impractical, or nonbeneficial, or at the very least just insignificant or purely aesthetic and pointless?