#the party are runts

[dilfwerewolfman]

Ah, this is why Milo doesn’t mention you in conversation. Nice ta’ see he turned out better than his pops.

I wish I could say it was surprising that the stray that Gabe took in somehow managed to fall for both a psychopathic blood thirsty leech and a southern sucker who convinced himself he's not what he is. A pathetic little. Roach. I meant what I said at the party. You don't belong here. You have no family here. Don't let that runt delude you into thinking you're welcome here.

[dire-kumori]

My character for one of the DnD campaigns I'm currently in (both of which are run by the same awesome DM (although technically the other one is SW5e)). I found out about HeroForge recently and got a teeny tiny bit overexcited. I may not buy any minis or figurines any time in the near future, but I'm having a blast bringing my characters and other NPCs together using it. Maybe someday.

Name: Mok'kurn, aka Mok (pronounced like 'smoke' without the 's') Species: Half-orc Class: Druid, Circle of Shepherds Pronouns: They/them Age: 32 Height: 5'3" Weight: 98 lbs Eyes: Grey Skin: Jade Hair: Black Faith: Luthican + the First Circle Alignment: Chaotic good

Mok with their childhood friend.

[gaybaseball-fan]

[catenary-chad]

I like how my human AU Electra knockoffs just keep on shrinking. Might make my new one a sub-5 footer because I keep describing her as being “two sauces tall and looks like, 12”

Little Shit Electra has just been on my mind lately and I’ve just had an itch/concept to make one based on those rare London Mykalectra pics where he looks like a scrunkly lost kitten. Maybe I just want a kind of unhinged runt who’s less angry and feral than Joule and just want to bounce off the walls and attempt stupid things.

[meowdei]

Sukuna who was never close to his twin brother and never cared about the pipsqueak runt of a kid who’s his nephew.

He doesn’t care and doesn’t want to be associated with that bullshit. His brother doesn’t take the hint ever and invites him to everything. “My sons’s birthday party” this and “my son’s kindergarten graduation” that. What sort of graduation is meant for a kindergartener anyway? That’s a load of nonsense. But Jin is as annoying as ever with insisting on keeping contact and trying to get Sukuna involved and he hates it until by some tragedy out of nowhere, his brother and sister and law are dead. Yuuji’s left an orphan and no one can care for that kid because there’s no one left.

No one except Sukuna.

They ask him, too. The social workers. They turn to him and say some pitiful script about being “the only family left to take custody of him.” He knows pretty well what’s going to happen to the pipsqueak if he doesn’t agree. The foster care system and the possible horrors such a bright (even if annoying) kid could face makes him question saying no for a second. He’s surprisingly conflicted.

And it’s out of sheer impulsiveness alone does he end up as a single, grumpy, begrudging uncle who’s got custody of a child he never really cared to know in the first place.

And then he meets you.

Sweet, bubbly, warm, and so weirdly happy. Dictionary definition of what an elementary school teacher should be. Yuuji’s absolute favorite person on the planet as he waves hello at you enthusiastically every time that Sukuna drops him off and goodbye every time that Sukuna picks him up.

“I heard his new guardian would be his uncle. It’s nice to meet you,” you murmur to him the first day he picks up Yuuji after school, a look of pure melancholy on your face as you stare at him with an unearthly amount of compassion and sympathy. “Yuuji’s parents were wonderful people. I’m really sorry for your loss.”

“Wasn’t that close with either of them,” he grunts out. You look over at where Yuuji’s gleefully playing on the slide of the playground. Too young and innocent to realize that’s been ripped away from him. Too naive to understand what it means to grieve. Too hopeful about the world around him to realize just how cruel it can really be.

“Oh,” you murmur, nodding slowly.

He thinks that your unnaturally kind demeanor will finally be broken for a split second of judgement. What sort of heartless bastard doesn’t feel an ounce of grief for his own brother’s death? Instead, however, you seem to look at him with some weird sense of wonder.

“You’re a good uncle for stepping up regardless,” you say softly, “it’s more than what most would do in your shoes.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he clicks his teeth, unbearably uncomfortable with how weirdly sentimental this all is. “He’s just a five year old. How much trouble could he be?”

You raise a brow in amusement, eyeing him like he’s got one hell of a surprise waiting for him. He doesn’t like the vague way you hum, “Yeah. How could such a little human cause trouble, right?”

“I’ve got it under control,” he grumbles, a little annoyed that you seem to think that out of all things, a simple child would be enough to cause Sukuna any issues.

“Let me know if you need anything,” you smile.

Yuuji calls to you from the distance, squealing look what I can do! before he does a rather clumsy spin. Sukuna raises an unimpressed brow. You clap and praise him with an exaggerated gasp of approval.

It’s oddly endearing, he thinks to himself—you, not the kid. The kid’s barely tolerable.

“C’mon, you brat,” Sukuna calls. And then he looks at you and gruffly adds, “And I don’t need help.”

“Okay,” you grin brightly. It almost feels like you’re saying that a little sarcastically. “I’m sure you’ve got this parent thing down.”

Before he can even correct you that he’s an uncle, not parent, Yuuji comes running over on clumsy, short little legs and grabs onto Sukuna’s hand.

“C’mon, Uncle ‘Kuna!”

Sukuna doesn’t miss the way your eyes soften. Weirdly enough, he feels this odd sort of squeeze in his chest that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe he’s just getting old—that has to be it.

[gremlingottoosilly]

könig X emotional pregnant reader when the baby shower cake doesn't have a colour ?

Konig fucked up. To his grace, he didn't really think it would be such a big deal - the whole gender reveal party (which consists of literally just you and him, your freshly kidnapped self not allowed to have friends, and Konig not having anyone who he would trust with his pregnant darling free at the moment) was kind of his idea. A way to make you feel a bit less tense about the whole getting pregnant thing. He knows you're still overly emotional about the whole kidnapping thing - you were almost hysterical when you took the test, squeezing his hand and almost punching him. He let you punch him because he kinda deserved it - for that dumb smile on his face, not able to hide his excitement. He actually knocked you up. Made you his. Konig was excited the whole week after the doctor's visit - he was having a boy, a little runt who would be just like him and would, hopefully, turn out to be half as pretty as his mom. Konig never thought he would even want to have children, still terrified at the thought of being like his father - but he stares at your empty, scared face and knows that having a kid would mean one very sweet thing. He won. Over you, your tears, and your attempts at escaping. Forced his way into your life and made you unable to leave. Fucking sweet. So, he kinda fucked up on this one. Wrote to a bakery and ordered a small gender-reveal cake. Went on a short rescue mission in another city and completely forgot about the filling. By the time the bakery broke his phone with calls about almost missing a cake picking-up deadline, he had decided it wouldn't really matter. But, oh, it did. With you - his precious, adorable, the prettiest wife in the world - hysterically sobbing on his chest, thinking you're going to give birth to an invisible baby. He tried to correct you, saying that if this was the case, he wouldn't have brought you cake - but at this point, you became hormonally violent and tried to choke him. Again. God, he didn't know that kidnapping a wife would lead to this. By the time you finally realized that he just kind of revealed you have a son on your own, it was too late not to punch him a few more times. He took it like a good boy - let you get all of your anger out on him like you can actually hurt him with this. He kissed your anger away afterwards, letting you eat most of the cake and then licked the crumbs off your lips like a gross dog. You are still not sure about the whole having a baby thing, but at least you could delegate all the efforts of buying boys' clothes to Konig.

[satoshy12]

Isekai Fantasy

Bruce looked around. He had been told that this was where he would meet Dantael, the villain of this story. Well, he would later become the villain, if the books his children had told him were true.

He was the son of Bruce's new body as King of this place.

Dantael would talk to him privately about something and then the king would kick him out and Say no to what he wanted, that was the story.

That later he would start the civil war.

Dick and Jason told him that no one was sure what they were talking about because the book doesn't show it, just that the King and his family won against the evil brother and are heroes for it.

Well, Bruce should meet him face to face and find out the truth.

++

Danny was in a book again. He kind of loved this isekai fun that the ghostwriter sent him. To rewrite books he reads. And Danny loves to travel in the book universe. This time he even took Dani with him. And that was before the main fiasco in the books, and he was fully prepared to really go the warpath of the book. If this father King, who looks like a runt of his real father, Jack Fenton, says no.

++

Bruce wasn't sure how to start, but he did. "So you wanted to talk to me. What is it?"

Bruce didn't like talking like that, but he had to. He needs to play save with this villain.

Danny:" I don't ask for much, as I live alone in my town and guard that place. I just ask you to do me one favor".

Bruce hoped to finally get the favor that started the civil war:" What would it be? Is it to have my crown?"

Danny:" No! I have sired a child. I want you to legitimize your granddaughter".

Bruce was shocked. This is what the King refused to do and started the Civil War. It's that simple!…was the King even the good guy before he took over!

Bruce:" I am willing to do that, but I want to meet them first".

Danny was surprised. He was sure he would be told no:" I agree, if you want to meet her?"

Bruce:" How about a family party? Everyone can see it and no one can question it."

Danny smiled. Sure, I am okay with that. I will call Ellianor about it."

Afterward, Danny left to return. Bruce lost his smile and ran to his children. They seem to forget to talk about the whole story. And they should get ready to meet their new niece in this world.

[specshroom]

Fantasy Short Kings <3

~•°♥°•~

Your typical brash Dwarf warrior. Who is only amused when you, the mage of the party, try and rile him up by poking fun at his height. He knows you're only acting like a brat so he'll go rough on you but he eventually gives in to your lewd fantasies.

"You know, I can probably find a spell to make you....bigger."

He grabs onto the belt hugging your hips and pulls you down to your knees in front of him.

"Are ya sure? Ye can't even handle me this size, Lass."

You can't help the pleased look on your face as you bite your lip and look up at him with love struck eyes from your place, kneeling on the floor. The dwarf scoffs at how satisfied you are with yourself and your "plan". He wastes no time lifting you over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying you towards his tent.

~•°♥°•~

Goblin boyfriend who is very horny for you and you alone. When others belittle his sexual abilities or make fun of his height he probably wasn't listening cus he was staring at your boobs. However, when he does manage to pay attention to the comments, his reaction is basically just: "Hoes mad."

He's obsessed with your legs, thighs specifically. He encourages you to wear shorts, skirts, dresses, tighter pants, anything to show off your gorgeous legs.

His goal is to make you feel even half as sexy as he thinks you are.... and he really likes your legs. His undeniable attraction and unrelenting hunger for you gets you off far more than any bigger man could.

~•°♥°•~

Werewolf who's the runt of his pack and definitely on the smaller side. Most of the pack laughs when he finally confesses that he got a mate. He's confided with you about his insecurities before and how the pack treats him so you already have the perfect game plan when you both get invited to a pack get-together. That's why you're bouncing on his cock in the backseat of his car moaning into his neck,

"You gonna mark me up, Baby? Show them who I belong to?"

Making him whine out, "Yeah, f-fuck yes." while gripping your hips and cumming inside your greedy hole.

The look on his pack mates faces was priceless when you walked in there basically reeking of each other with barely hidden bite marks. While the older adults just looked happy that the smallest cub got himself a loving mate, many of the younger adults were clearly struggling with the fact that the runt they bullied for so long actually fucks.

[rabotimagines]

"Party Dice" GN BOT Reader x Skyfire [Smut]

Summary: You get paired with Skyfire during a cross faction game of "interface dice". Or sucking the soul out of Skyfire because your dependable friend needs it.

Genre/Theme: Smut scenario 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: Voyeurism, Technically public Blow job, throat bulge

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, they, them

Notes: Skyfire is bigger than bot Reader it's not specified how much bigger just that Reader is a smaller bot than him, Made this with Older flirty Autobot!Reader that both the Autobots and Cons are a touch interested in. Readers an Autobot Officer. The gang watches throat goat Reader suck off Skyfire.

Skyfire quickly looked away when Starscream glared their way once more. A glowering sound makes Skyfire glance at Grimlock, who was glaring openly back at Starscream through his visor.

"King," your voice cuts through his thoughts and also makes Grimlock glance your way. "C'mon, I said we gotta play nice until we get rescued. You're doing good so far. Don't let Starscream mess you up." Grimlock's plating visibility relaxed a touch, and a vent left him in a huff.

"Me Grimlock not mess up because of him!" Grimlock shifted a bit on his spot on the floor, his servos moving to grab at his own thighs. Skyfire could only wonder how you knew exactly what to say to get the dinobot to listen so intently to you. Though honestly... Grimlock being here at all was what made Skyfire assume why the Decepticons were so quick to agree to the temporary mutual peace.

Skyfire checked his chrono and made a note on how five earth hours had officially passed. Five more, and then you should be rescued. At least that was what Optimus said- they were going as fast as they could to get you all out. Skyfire was frankly just glad everyone's weapons were also forcibly disabled while in here. Though the glares and stares on both sides of the room were certainly becoming more heated.

Skyfires optics darted towards the Decepticon circle when Starscream stood up and made his way over to your circle. You didn't hesitate to stand yourself and take to the front of the group. Grimlock and Skyfire followed after. Bumblebee and Beachcomber joined from the side and you all waited.

Once Starscream was in front of you, he smirked before placing a servo on his own canopy. "I Starscream as the highest member of currently present Decepticons. Would like to oh so boldly invite you-" Starscream gestured towards you. "As highest member of the currently present Autobots to a game-"

"Starscream, just ask em if they'll play party dice or not seesh-"

"I'm getting there, Rumble!" Starscream snapped and glared at the cassette before turning back and soothing the rage filled expression off his face. He resets his vocalizor. "Yes, as the insignificant runt said- I the great Starscream, am inviting you to a game of group dice. The party kind." He added at the end, his smirk curling a touch further.

"Woah woah-" Beachcomber leaned forward from the back of the group. "You don't mean 'interface dice'. Do you mech?"

Interface-? oh Primus.

Skyfire remembered those from his early academy days. They were a set of dice that you could set for whatever number of players with designations. One had the designations, and one had the prompts. You would roll the dice, see whose designation it was, then hand them the two dice. Then they would roll a prompt, then the Designation dice again to see whom and what they were going to do with them. Than you rolled to see who would roll next.

You crossed your arms. "Bold is right. Asking to fool around with the enemy so soon, Starscream?" You lightly titled your helm and smiled at Starscream.

Starscream's wings twitched, and Skyfire didn't miss how he quickly corrected them so they wouldn't raise higher. "You should be honored I'm even considering inviting you into this Decepticon-"

"Primus, you suck at this Starscream!" Skywarp had stood and stalked his way over to your impromptu meeting. "Oi! We want you to play with us cause we're bored." Starscream smacked Skywarp in the arm with a loud sound.

"Be quiet!" Only Skywarp didn't take to kindly to that and immediately smacked Starscream back for it.

"What's the deal?" You spoke, and they both stopped where they were. "Where they were" being grabbing onto one another's frames and about to start brawling. "We join, and we pass the time together peacefully?"

Starscream shoved Skywarp off of himself and brushed dirt off his canopy. "No- not you," he gestured towards your entire group. "I mean 'you' as in you." Starscream pointed a digit right at your chassis.

Oh- oh!

"Oh no, you most certainly will not!" Skyfire injected first, a frown quickly pulling his derma. Starscream always did have audacity. But this?

"Yeah, no!" Bumblebee stepped in front and pushed you behind him- or tried to push you behind him. You didn't move when Bumblebee pressed his arm against your frame. So Bumblebee just stepped right in front of you and glared up at Starscream. "You aren't just gonna take them off by yourselves so you can play with them all by your no-good Con lonesome!"

"Me Grimlock say no taking either!" Grimlock pointed a digit before he marched over, stood directly behind you, and glared down at Starscream from above. Which seemed to have a much greater effect on Starscream.

"Woah, my mechs-" Beachcomber came around the side with his servos raised placidity. "Maybe we come to a little compromise- we're all still locked together in this big old box now, aren't we?" His servo clamped onto your pauldron while his other hovered over but didn't touch Starscreams arm. "Would be best if we didn't start what we can't do anything about... right?" 

"Right." You agreed.

Starscream's sneer turned into a frown "Fine-" he muttered and crossed his arms. His gaze not leaving you as he continued to glare.

"Now- how about," Beachcomber waved his free servo loosely as if trying to find the words in the air "We all join the game and we'll play till we get tired of it or we go till we get busted out? Whatever we like first." Beachcomber finished the thought with a lazy smile.

Beachcomber had a point. You were all stuck together for the next few hours without any weapons. And nothing would be changing that fact.

The only things that worked on any of your frames were your basic additions on your internal HUD's and non combative items. Your chronos and your internal coms- Bumblebee had a small human game spike had given him, but it was small enough to fit in Carly's pocket, so they couldn't exactly play it- but it did function. If the dice worked, they could certainly play with them.

"Whatever! Fine! Get over here!" Skywarp shouted, making Starscream snap his helm to the side to glare at him instead.

"Yeah, the fragging boredom is gonna kill me before anything else." Rumble crossed his arms.

"We can still crush you where you stand!" Thrust pointed, but his stance crumbled when Grimlock snapped his helm towards him and growled. The sound still rather loud even when in his root mode. "Crush you in this game- yeah, that's it!"

"If you're as horrendous as you are on the battlefield we can just stop." Astrotrain stated with a shrug and an impassive nod.

Starscream's wings twitched, seeing himself out voted and out spoken he turned back towards you with a stomp of his thruster. "Fine! Very well, it will be a full party cross faction event."

"Sounds great-" one of your servos brushed against Grimlocks chassis, and Grimlock leaned further against your touch. And further down to glare even closer at Starscream. "We agree on four rules." You held up four digits with your free servo.

-

Rule one, and the most important thing you said was that any cross faction fraternizing during this game does not leave this room.

Rule two was if someone wants to stop playing, you can't force them to keep going.

Rule three was they would start the games with the "Spike" and "Valve" options for the prompts locked and have them turned on later if everyone agrees.

Rule four was everyone got one "Chicken" that would allow them to get out of one dice roll prompt with no consequences. If you refused to do the second prompt after that, you would not continue to play party dice.

Though Skyfire had no clue what earth fowl had to do with the term or game- it did have some sense to it.

The game started with Beachcomber having to give Skywarp a wing massage. Which was admittedly a touch funny watching Skywarp curse and panic- only to relax and almost order Beachcomber to keep going since he apparently knew what he was doing.

Time started to practically fly by once the game had started.

Starscream and Bumblebee had already used their chickens. Starscream when he was prompted to lick Rumbles pede. And Bumblebee when Grimlock had rolled the "bite them wherever, your choose" prompt with him.

Grimlock laughed about making Bumblebee panic, but he went dead silent when the next round, you kissed Grimlock on the chassis right on his Autobot symbol.

Skyfire even had Astrotrain's digits in his mouth at one point. And now he's sure they were both making a consecutive effort not to make optic contact with one another.

So he instead watched as you bit Thrust on his wing, and he yelped so loud Skyfire flinched. Skywarp and Rumble laughed loudly at their allies' misfortune. Thrust grumbled and tried to kick them before he went back to his spot on the floor. His optics brighter and his wing you'd bitten twitching occasionally.

An hour into the game, Rumble asked if he could turn the array options on or if anyone cared. Bumblebee almost opted out but decided to stay when no one else tried to leave. The hour that had passed going by so quickly might be why no one really objected. So now there was a  1/16 chance you'd get a valve or spike as the prompt area. No one had gotten either of the prompts yet after about thirty earth minutes of the change being made.

Skyfire took the dice tossed at him when Starscream rolled his name for the next turn. Instead of rolling both dice separately, Skyfire took both in his cupped servos and rolled them simultaneously.

The dice landed with a clunk the hologram displaying the glyphs in the air for them to read.

"Get Spike sucked by-" 

The soft joking and ribbing went completely silent. Skyfires optics widened, and he slowly looked at the designation.

It was yours.

Then the room exploded in a cacophony of noise.

"No way!"

"That's not fair!"

"First panel popped-!"

"Uh, do you need to-?"

"Be quiet!" Starscream shouting a bit louder then the rest made everyone fall silent once more. "Honestly, panicking over such a thing. You don't even know if they'll do it! They both still have an out each-"

"I'll do it." You boldly stated, making Starscream stop short before you turned your helm to make optic contact with Skyfire. "I'll suck your spike, Skyfire." You smiled the simple way you did, and Skyfires optics brightened.

"You'll do it?!" Skywarp leaned forward on his servos from where he was sitting on the floor. Almost like he was a nano-klick away from crawling across the floor.

"Yeah." You shrugged your shoulders as if you were being asked to take notes for a classmate. "I'll suck his spike. I'll probably need the chicken for an actually bad prompt. And sucking Skyfires spike isn't actually what I'd label as bad. So? easy, I suck his spike. That is..." Your gaze went back to Skyfire, "If Skyfires down with it anyway. What do you say, big guy? Down or no?"

Everyone's helms snapped from you to Skyfire, and Skyfire was left listening to his own fans run in an attempt to cool himself down. "I-" What was he supposed to say in this situation?! Skyfire cleared his vocalizor unsuccessfully. "Well-"

You cut Skyfire off. "You can use a chicken if you want Skyfire, I'm not gonna blame you."

"It's stupid as hell to waste the chance, but you do have yours left." Rumble nodded, and Skywarp on his right also nodded in agreement. The opportunity to what?! Get his spike sucked?! Well-

Skyfire didn't think you were any bad- he did enjoy your company and you as a bot. You were his friend. And well- you were correct about the fact that he may need it later. Allspark forbid if Skyfire got this prompt with Starscream. Skyfire would have become one with the electrum level impenetrable walls of your current prison. It's also not like he's- never had the fleeting passing thought of you in some manner of- compromising position. Though they were short-lived and never lingered on for more than a lonely night cycle...

It... made logical sense for him to accept.

So... Skyfire will.

With his thoughts concluded, his gaze met yours once more "I'll- do it as well."

Skyfire promptly tried to ignore how you smiling at him made his array start to become active.

-

That is how Skyfire ended up standing with his back against one of the walls and you in between his thighs. The other Autobots were standing on Skyfires right leaning against the wall to watch. While the Decepticons were on his left. Starscream and Skywarp had started fighting over their spots since they were the only ones who were the exact same height. It ended with Skywarp on his knees in front of Starscream and leering behind Rumble- after Astrotrain had grabbed them both by their wings and told them to knock it off before he quote "made one of them shorter than the other".

"Could you hurry it up already?" Rumble wondered aloud.

"Rumble when you're the one getting your spiked sucked you can be as impatient as you want." You scolded and looked up at Skyfire from where you were down by his array. "You ready, bear?"

One of the Pet names you'd often use for him should not make his array become so active so quickly. But it does, and Skyfire tries his hardest not to lean fully back against the wall he was against. "Yes." With that, Skyfire swallowed once before letting his modesty panel pull back.

Skyfire sighed when the bit of pressure relieved itself when his spike properly pressurized.

"Oh slag-!" Skyfire ignored Rumbles exclamation and focused just on your own. Your optics only slightly widened, and your smirk didn't even fall off your face. Skyfire had his own concerns on the idea of you attempting to service his spike- what with Skyfire being a larger frame class than your own. Your unperturbed reaction at least didn't make that worry hike higher.

However, actually seeing his spike next to your faceplate definitely did everything but quell his worries.

"He's going to break them." Starscream bluntly commented and Skyfire had to fight the urge to shove his servo over his faceplate.

Your optics flicked upwards. "Relax, you're not exactly the biggest spike I've taken." Which was certainly a statement in it of itself-! "You think I'm not old enough that I don't know my own limits?"

Well- no... you certainly were old enough to more than likely know your own limits. And you were high enough in Autobot command that Skyfire was inclined to believe the inherit responsibility you'd have to carry with such a position- "If you wanna make it even easier for me just keep your servos to yourself and try to keep your hips from thrusting forward." You again repeated the opening and closing of your own mouth with your digits squeezing on your jaw- "Jaw stretches." you had told Rumble when he asked what you were doing.

"Alright-" Skyfire believed he could do that. Anything to make this easier for you. "Please stop if it's too much." Skyfire did not want to actually hurt you. Let alone hurt you with his spike. Especially not when your allies and enemies were both watching this-

"Relax," you told him with your servos softly brushing along Skyfires' inner thighs. The gentle act only makes more heat pool further south. His spike twitching heavy from the sudden further flux of arousal "Just think of this as a thank you from your friend for all the hard work you do for the Autobots. Okay?" You smiled up at him easily like this was somehow the least you could do for Skyfire- and he found himself unable to refute the idea. So he just nodded with a hum of confirmation.

"Great, just enjoy yourself, okay?" With that, you turned your attention towards his spike. Your servo wrapped around his length, and you began to pump his spike from tip to base. Your servo would hold firmer when you got closer to the tip of his spike head. Your servo that couldn't close all the way around the girth of Skyfire's spike-

Skyfire lately bit back a noise when you ran your glossia down the side of his shaft. Alongside the side of his spike that your servo couldn't touch in your fist. A breathy vent escapes him when you simply run your glossia back up his spike. Your glossia circling over the head of his spike before- Skyfire sucked in a sharp vent when your glossia lapped flat against the very sensitive slit on his spike head. Your servo squeezes lightly on the base on his spike.

Primus- Okay, you definitely were aware of how to work his spike. So when you opened your mouth to take his spike inside it, he swallowed down his anxiety alongside his extra oral lubricant. Your mouth was warm- oh Primus- Skyfire sighed heavy when you slowly took him in your mouth. You stopped about halfway down his length and simply held his spike in your mouth- then your glossia lapped testing licks on the underside of his spike where he was resting in your mouth- Skyfire sucked in a sharp vent. Heat beginning to pool even further up his frame from his array. Moving up to also start settling inside his fuel tank.

You then pulled your helm back till his spike head was again kissing your glossia. Your glossia lapped at his slit twice before you lowered your helm back down. You got halfway down his length and repeated your actions. Bobbing your helm down half his length again- and again- his spike was starting to leak pre lubricant under your efforts. Making each slide down his length now smoother. Skyfire could likewise feel his own inner thighs starting to get slick with his own valve lubricant gushing over his own arousal.

You circled your glossia around the head of his spike making his knees want to pitch inward before off lining your optics. He imagined you'd needed the extra focus- Skyfire made a loud and embarrassing sound of shock when on your next slide down, you didn't stop till your derma kissed the flat of his pelvis.

"Ayo!?" Rumble shouted alongside the multiple exclamations of varied shock from both himself and around the room.

A low whistle sounded on his left "Woah mech." The words told him it was Beachcomber. And if his own energon weren't pumping near deafening levels against Skyfires audials he probably would have been able to make out more being said around him. But all Skyfire could focus on was how hot and wet the feeling of your mouth was wrapped around his spike. You pulled yourself off his spike slowly back to his spike tip- before taking his spike right back down your intake just as seamlessly as before.

When you got back down to base, you paused, and Skyfire had to rush to clamp his servo over his mouth to muffle what would have been a very loud noise. The noise instead humming audibly in his throat and against the flat of his servo. Because Primus- heat rushed back up his frame and jerked heavy against his own spark when you repeated what you'd done- you swallowed around his spike again and made Skyfire feel like you were trying to offline him with your mouth. Another noise begged for exit at his servo, and Skyfire had to let it sound out of his intake again. The pleasure currently building in his chassis making the sounds even harder to deny exit.

You pulled away from his length again and continued to bob your helm from base to spike tip. Skyfire's free servo fisted tight only he had to unfurl it to paw blindly behind him and rest on the wall for extra support. He needed it desperately when he now found it perilously difficult to keep himself from giving into the urge of bucking into your mouth- and down your throat.

"Huh-?" Skyfire did not hear what was said to prompt the noise of confusion from Astrotrain.

"Throat-!" Was said, and it was loud enough Skyfire could tell it was Thrust.

Skyfire glanced left and watched as shock and amazement flashed over the Decepticon's faceplates locked right on you- Skyfire almost choked on his own vent when you swallowed around his spike again.

"Yo! You're bulging out their throat!" Rumble shouted, and who he thought was Bumblebee made a very loud shout to Primus- and Skyfire should be doing that himself-! Because it certainly felt like Skyfire was about to be meeting Primus himself right now-! You ignored the crowd you both had and merely continued your slow but steady rhythm of taking his spike in your mouth and throat over and over- your glossia pressed and dragged firm along the underside of his spike on your next pull backwards. You then swallowed around his spike head instead of his whole length this time.

Skyfires hips jolted when hot pleasure rocketed up his frame. And in a panic, he forced his frame to slam back against the wall so he wouldn't thrust right down your intake. You hummed against his spike tip, and Skyfire groaned against the palm of his servo. His plating laxing around his own pauldron struts when you pulled away from him- Skyfires com pinging made him open it.

> you okay?

It was from you- Right- Skyfire glanced back down to where you were wordlessly staring up at him his spike covered in your oral lubricant- Skyfire pulled his servo away from his mouth a touch "I-... Yes-.... Yes, I'm... fine-" Skyfire assured his glossia feeling very thick in his mouth and the words much harder to find then they should be.

What sounded like a snort sounded on his left. "Sucked him stupid." Astrotrain was right to say because Skyfire didn't think he'd be able to continue being a scientist after you finished what you were doing to him frame- he'd be stuck imagining your mouth around his spike- glitched off how you were making him feel-! You smiled and took his spike back to base in your mouth, and Skyfire couldn't stop his mouth from falling open or the hearty moan that rolled out of it.

His servos instinctively reached outwards, and he stopped them just before he clamped his servos down on the side of your helm for support. He fisted both servos tight before forcing them back against the wall with the rest of his frame. A broken whine of a sound escaped his clenched jaw when you groaned around his spike, and Skyfire could feel you in his paint. You pulled back off his length, and Skyfire's spike throbbed, and his overload hit him so hard his wings stripped their own paint against the wall when they jerked. You quickly kissed his pelvis again- his spike now resting fully in your throat and mouth- and Skyfire's helm lulled back against the wall, and he groaned loudly when he begun overloading right down your intake.

Skyfire was left gasping for quick vents every time you would swallow around his length- as you swallowed down his transfluid- His valve clenching down on nothing everytime you did so. Oh Primus, Skyfire was going to go insane. Finally, you pulled off his length one final time right at the end of his overload.

"Slag-! slag! Slag!" Rumble shouted, and a few vents and curses sounded around him- So Skyfire pulled his helm off the wall to look downwards- and watched the last few pumps of his transfluid land right in your open waiting mouth. You then tilted you helm backward and swallowed heavy. When you rolled your helm back forward, you huffed an audible vent. Your glossia ran over your derma once before Your optics found his.

And you just smiled and gave him a thumbs up-! Like Skyfire wasn't struggling to stay up right on his own pedes after that! Skyfire could feel how his own inner thighs were damp from the practically obscene amount of lubricant his valve felt necessary to produce.

Skyfire vented harshly at the sight and rapidly tried to catch his own vents. Other than the sound of him struggling to do just that, the room was utterly dead silent.

"... Can I defect?" Skywarp asked bluntly, breaking said silence. Only for Starscream to smack him hard from behind in the helm. Skywarp unperturbed just glared at Starscream after a quick recovery "What!? We're all thinking it!"

And just like that, everyone started muttering and talking.

"No, we most certainly are not!" Skyfire could see how high Starscreams wings were-

"We could just- y'know-"

"Primus, I have seen what you have done for others, and I want that for me-"

"Are you okay? Like actually mech?" Beachcomber had made his way over and was now next to you.

You nodded and gave him a thumbs up. But didn't say anything?

A flash of realization came over Beachcombers face, and he patted you on the pauldron with a chuckle. "Oh! Righto mech. Take it easy for the rest of this trip then."

"Grimlock not have mouth for something like that."

"I don't think they'll- expect you to do that Grimlock. In fact I don't think any of us are gonna be able to do that." Bumblebee had wandered over with Grimlock as well.

Skyfire huffed and let his modesty panel close back over his array. He then pulled himself off of the wall. His wings stinging slightly when he did so. Skyfires optic brightness kicked back up a degree and his faceplate begun burning when you met his gaze. "I-" Skyfire reset his vocalizor "Thank you for that. I-" He should just be honest about this right? "I enjoyed it- a lot." That wasn't quite what he wanted to say exactly but you just smiled and gave him- another thumbs up?

Skyfire's com pinging again made him glance at it.

> My Vocalizor needs to fully reset. Can't talk yet. Should be fine in a few klicks.

Skyfires optic bridge furrowed in rightful worry before you messaged him again.

> Nice spike by the way :)

The compliment punctuated with the small smiling "emoticon" Chip had shown you all how to make. Skyfire had to scrub his servo over his faceplate at the compliment and try to ignore the heat already trying to restart in his array.

...They still had a few hours playing this game after all, Skyfire should pace himself. He didn't know what else could end up happening.

[brights-place]

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏‼ ♡ ؛ ଓ Read The full book on my wattpad

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

[Name]

"So I'm Dracula's daughter, [Name]"

"Killer Style! I love to splash my black outfits with some cheery pink, and I even carry a frilly umbrella so I can take an occasional walk in the sun!"

Grim 'The Great' "I'm gonna let you be my minion lucky you!"

"MYAH! STOP IT STOP PETTING ME MINION- Oh that feels nice... MINION BRUSH ME! Can I also have some tuna..? Please... I MEAN GIVE IT"

"AWWWW GRIMMM! You're gonna look Fangtastic! with this cute bow!"

A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

Riddle Rosehearts "If you refuse to obey the queens rules, you understand what will happen right?"

"NOW! Like I said you have to- why are you not following me inside?"

"Old Vampire rule we have to he invited inside"

"Oh my deep apologise... come inside I'll give you some tea"

Housewarden of Heartslabyul. A serious-minded student who firmly upholds the rules written by the Queen of Hearts. While a top student, he is easily angered and just as strict with others as he is with himself.

Trey Clover "Just the one I wanted to see! Would you help me paint the roses red?"

"Here [Name] I made these pink desserts for you to try out" - Trey

"Omg! These are Scarily good Trey!"

"You should come by more to have the desserts or just to watch me bake. I wouldn't mind"

Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul. Mild-mannered, he acts as a parental figure for the dorm's students, and is frequently left to smooth things over when Riddle's strictness gets out of hand.

Cater Diamond "Play Croquet with me"

"Your cute Batsy~! Hey maybe if you want we can go out together it would look so good for my magi-cam! Plus they'd get to see the new chick!"

"YOUR SO RIGHT CATER! We should totes Fang-out soon maybe go shopping!"

Casual and carefree, this expert room-reader is often called on to mediate between others. He's always on top of the latest trends, and has an exhaustive familiarity with social media in all its forms.

Deuce Spade "Hurry up. We'll lose our heads if were late to the tea party" "I'm a vegan, no icky blood for me, so it's fruits, vegetables and a lot of iron supplements."

"but your a vampire... I'll take note of that for when we go out again!"

An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage. He tries as hard as he can in his schoolwork, but he can be slow on the uptake, and his grades suffer as a result.

Ace Trappola "Stop Spacing out. You wanna get lost in a rose maze?"

"YOUR A VAMPIRE?! LIKE THE ONE THAT SUCKS BLOOD THE TYPES THAT KILL HUMANS?!"

"Well I don't do the whole blood stuff-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT?!"

A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and Deuce are both Heartslabyul freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

Leona Kingscholar "Honestly, most of your life's decided for you from the moment you're born. There's no point in workin hard"

"Are you seriously doing my hair while Im trying to sleep right now?"

"Of course you have to look your absolute best! Plus these beads needed to be re-braided into your hair!"

"Ugh... wake me up when your done so we can go on a stroll"

Housewarden of Savanaclaw. Perpetually effort-averse, his immense magical ability contrasts with his lazy demeanor. Given his position as the secondborn prince in his homeland, he treats others with an imperious attitude.

Ruggie Bucchi "You're pretty brave, Stepping foot into our territory shyeheehee"

"Ya know shishishi you should fork over some of the food you have~ Since you cant eat meat and all dont want you to pass out or anything"

"Of corpse! Here have some of my vegetables too"

A long-suffering runt who spends most of his time cleaning up Leona's messes, both literally and figuratively. Raised in a poor environment, he gets downright shameless when it comes to food.

Jack Howl "If you're scared tuck your tail and get outta here. I'm more then enough for them on my own"

"OH MY GHOUL! Are you a werewolf?! Thats soooo good! I have lots of werewolf friends so Its nice to be around someone familiar well monster wise"

"I'm a beastman-"

[ Cue you grinning and showing your fangs ]

"Yup werewolf sure lets go with that"

A stern student focused on self-betterment. He's the kind of misfit who hates acting buddy-buddy with others, but still respects the pecking order.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

Azul Ashengrotto "Come this way. We musn't lurk in doorways. It's rude"

"Angel Fish~ dont fret this necklace is  just a gift as a thank you for your help from last week! Nothing more nothing less..."

"Aww thank you~! Your so sweet Zul!"

"Of course.. for you I'll he glad to help for a price..."

Housewarden of Octavinelle. He runs a café on campus and makes it a point to gather information in all forms. His benevolent demeanor belies an extremely calculating personality.

Jade Leech "If you have a problem we can help you"

"Hmm.."

"What are you thinking?"

"You cant go into the sun right?"

"Nope! Not unless with my parasol and my lots of layers of sunscreen!"

"would you enjoy to swim with me tonight. It would suite well for you wouldnt it?"

"Uhm... Yeah"

Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle and twin brother to Floyd. He is soft-spoken and courteous to everyone he deals with.

Floyd Leech "C'mere. I'll give you a nice, tight squeeze"

"Vampire Squid~ why are you under the tree?"

"I left my parasol in the library by accident... and it was cloudy before but now Im here having to wait for abit and I'm already late for my next class"

"Hmm kay~ up we go"

"What-"

"Lets go Vampy we have to get you your parasol you can become a little bat right? I can hide you in my blazer wheheh"

"Thats- acutally not a bad Idea"

Twin brother to Jade. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next. He likes to call others by odd pet names.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ❝ 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 ❞ ‎♡ ؛ ଓ

Kalim Al-Asim "You'll liven things up. I'd know; I'm an excellent judge of character!"

"BRING ON THE FEAST!"

"Kalim- I- I cant eat this..."

"Oh? Oh! No no! Dont worry this is traditional Scarabian food!"

"Wait what..."

"Do not worry we separated the meat from your meal! I had Jamil make you food that suites you so you don't pass out. You don't like meat and blood right? Oh and we also used the curtains to not get the sun in here cause Jamil said you got burnt! We don't want that"

"Your the best"

Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into vast wealth, he is a generous boy who always has a smile on his face. He's grown up with Jamil since a young age, and considers him a brother in all but blood.

Jamil Viper "Could you be a diamond in the rough?"

"Here. Since Kalims been acting off I'll make sure you'll get the care you need. Im here for you"

"Thanks Jamil- Oh my ghoul! You have fangs and a little snake tongue!"

"Huh- oh yes ahem its not anything weird though"

"Woah so you do fit your last name! Viper thats so Vamptastic!"

"You are squishing my face alot [Name]"

Vice Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into a family that has served Kalim's family for generations, he has spent the better part of his childhood and later life being subjected to Kalim's carefree whims.

⁀➴༯ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 / 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 Love Bites — MASTERLIST

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[stubz]

Injuries and a ship invasion, no one dies

"Why do they let humans take care of our younglings? If it hadn't been for the coalition then it would've been another century till they realize our existence. Their senses have dulled to the point where its laughable that they are the dominating species of their planet. And lets not forget the fact that they're at constant war with each other over the most stupidest things, color of skin, where one lives, who they love, what they believe, etc."

"Calis stop it! Your being a xenophobe. And while some of that is true you should know by now that the humans care deeply for our children."

"I am simply being concerned parent who worries for their young's safety and well-being...we are in a dangerous area right now, the middle of a war zone, and it would make me feel safer if we had some others at the care centre till reinforcements arrive."

"Trust me my brightest, the humans will do everything they can to ensure the safety of our Dali...and knowing them they'll likely surprise you and live up to their reputation."

"...fine, fine, I apologize, you are right. The humans have surprised me so far, what's one more?"

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"WHERE IS DALI?! WHERE IS MY YOUNGLING CAPTAIN!"

"Calis calm down! Your arm!"

"NO! YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN ENEMY FORCES HAVE INVADED OUR SHIP AND NONE OF US CAN FIND OUR YOUNG!!"

"Calis, your hurt and so is your partner. Think of Gala, they need you right now."

"...Gala is hurt because they were looking for Dali. They got shot because they were heading to the centre...I have to find Dali. For Gala, Captain."

"I'm sure that Kim and Max are doing everything they can to keep them safe."

"With all do respect Captain, how could 2 unarmed humans survive what our force couldn't."

"...I don't know but its probably going to be one hell of a story we'll be telling for the ages. Now go get your arm treated. That's an order."

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"WE FOUND THEM!"

"CAPTAIN WE FOUND THE YOUNGLINGS!"

"WE NEED A CRANK AND SEND EVERY AVAILABLE MEDIC!"

"oh great stars please no...nonononono DALI!" the Delzah rushed forward, breaking through the search party, only to be stopped by their captain.

"Calis...you have to let them do their job. We, we just have to hope." he could not help the hitch in his breath. Hoping, praying, that his own child was okay underneath the wreckage that was once the youngling care centre.

They fight and thrash until eventually grief overtakes them. They collapse into the captain's arms wailing.

"...what hope do I have that my child is alive under all that rubble. Captain...the only hope I have is that they died quick and that they are with the stars now..."

"Oh Calis..." he sobs. He knows it. There was hardly a chance that anyone was still alive underneath there. Only the strongest younglings who were from a strong species may survive and his child was not one of those few. They were strong but his child was like him...a runt, the joke of the family. Too small, too weak, too soft. She was surely dead...why couldn't it have been him?

"MAPA!"

"PAPA!"

One by one, children emerge from an opening made in the rubble, and at the front of them was Dali and a small feline like child.

"my glorious star" flinging themself from the Captain Calis dragged themself to meet Dali who leaped into their Mapa's arms.

The captain was not too far behind, running to his daughter and cradling her close. Words were not exchanged but Calis could feel the vibrations coming from their purrs.

"See...I told you they would be waiting..."

last to emerge from the rubble was the humans, carried out on stretchers. Only one was conscious. Glass glittered from their skin, dirt and dust blended with vibrant red blood, staining their white bandages, and a rebar was poking out of the unconscious one's side.

"You...got everyone right?"

"Yes, human Max."

"Good...that's good..." and finally did they lose consciousness.

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....

"Apparently they covered the windows and hid the kids in the storage room, putting them to the farthest corner while they formed a human wall in front of the door.

When those quiznaking bastards couldn't break down the door they rigged the centre with explosives. Lucky for us the humans personally requested that the storage room be made durable for the equivalent of their disasters on earth so it held up decently well."

"But how did they get so injured?"

"Decently well, meaning the room wasn't completely stable. Eventually the walls started to give and the humans had to improvise by becoming the new pillars. They took shifts until they both had to hold up the weight for what the kids guess to be 3 hours...imagine holding up all of that weight until you were on your hands and knees with rebars, broken glass, and debris piercing into your body."

"...Gala said that Human Max nearly flatlined and Human Kim needed 2 liters of blood."

"You seem confused."

"...Humans are impressive but how did they do all of that? They were already injured and yet managed to hold up a collapsed ceiling for hours until help arrived, I thought they were completely average and even weaker than us."

"Apparently when their loved ones, especially children, are in danger they tap into their more primal instincts. Allowing them to withstand a shot to the side, a slab of concrete to the head, and hours of keeping a ceiling from collapsing until they know everyone is safe.

Heard a story of a human who died only after he saw his kids was safe from a fire."

"Looks like Gala was right. Humans have surprised me once again."

[girl-lostconnection]

Tehehehe thinking thoughts of helldivers getting a moment to relax for once in their life and gathering up at one spot as almost like a small party, except the helldivers are being rough and rowdy with each other like how wolf/dog packs are rough and rowdy while playing, they’re trying to be playful and friendly but being out of practice on proper socialization so they can get a little too rough but they all mean well.

Even funnier idea of the 141 witnessing just a giant pack of Helldivers, maybe in and out of suits. Some of the helldivers even bringing along their ‘runts’ (cadets they’ve taken under their wings) to get them to befriend other divers so their existence would be less lonely

God, this is so cute. I love this idea so much, thank you for bringing it to me😭

Initially it was planned to be just a small gathering, few Helldivers that offered to bring you in some of their old manuals that you were collecting. But somehow along the way some of their little charges slipped onto your ship as well and then other’s on the orbit slid closer.

It was a rare thing for Helldivers to have any kind of gatherings, you weren’t the ones who were regularly invited on military parades, you weren’t ones who were invited on official military parties so you made do with what you had.

So you didn’t really have time to warn the 141 about the impromptu party that took place. And frankly, you got a bit carried away in the process.

A pack of cadets now circling your “Stratagem Hero” and Engineering compartment of the ship, whose “no way” and “lemme try, scoot over, McMillan” you could hear on the other side of your steel home.

Few Helldivers in civilian clothes, helmets propped up on a bench in your armoury, capes hanging off the chairs, eyes crinkling with laughter.

Others who even in armour pulled as much of it off as they could without actually getting naked, pulling off gauntlets and gloves and helmets and heavy chest/back plates.

For one evening you weren’t mutts of the military. For one evening you all were people again.

Helldivers always in their armours and always covered from head to toe don’t get a lot of physical contact on daily basis, so to have a little gathering with others just like them was more than welcomed. You could see the invisible itch that scratched everyone here from inside — hands smacking shoulders too hard, wrestling and roughing each others up.

Go too long without proper socialising and you forget how it’s done.

But on here, in the armoured belly of your ship it didn’t matter. You were all Helldivers. A mutual understanding brought out of years of hardship, of loneliness.

So when little runts wiggle their way to tuck themselves to the side of divers that brought them no one’s going to say a thing.

Physical contact is so rare for your branch, you people make a habit of always biting off more than you can chew. Just to save it up for later, savour it until there’s nothing but memory of salt of someone’s skin on your tongue.

Until there’s only memory of memory of how it feels to have a palm on your back or nose pressed to your throat. Knowing that you won’t get it torn out.

You don’t even notice the 141 at first, because the moment you get somehow free there is a new diver literally scooping you up, grinning from ear to ear, squeezing you until ribs protest, until you hiss, kicking. Just to ease their hold and laugh in your shoulder, smacking your back with more force than necessary.

Smooching kisses on your cheeks and jaw, exchanging stories, reminiscing about the past.

You are a rowdy loud bunch. Too touchy and too powerful for your own good, a big pack of starved wolves that for one evening are getting it all.

Eating until you feel sick, kissing until you are lightheaded, wrestling and smacking each other until the body feels more of a bruise than anything really.

You whisk Kyle in time because god, he’s so pretty with his easy smiles and warm demeanour and your pack are starved wolves and they will lick his meat off the bone, they will suck the bone marrow out if he’s not careful.

They mean well, they don’t know he’s not one of them. They don’t know he doesn’t share the same bone deep hunger, the same madness crawling under the tips of his nails.

Still one of the younger charges gets a rough smack on his shoulder. The lad is fairly young but he’s drunk on happiness and hazy with good company, he doesn’t know his own strength — too used to being around monsters that your branch is.

The smack makes Gaz sway, his eyes sharpening as he snaps his head back at the cadet.

You tut your lips at him and practically drag the man to the rest of TaskForce.

You know that they don’t really get it. That it seems too much, too rough, too loud. Fraternising is frowned upon everywhere.

Everywhere but here.

Average lifespan of Helldivers in the field is less than half a minute. On your ship there are people who lived years in the field and came back.

Wrong and twisted and too rough around the edges, stripped of all the humanity until there was nothing but white of their bones to remind that they are people.

You are exactly the same.

So you rub Kyle’s shoulder, your grip is too hard, your hands are too heavy for him not used to being manhandled, urging him to get back to his team. Practically herding him back.

It might’ve not worked with anyone else, but surprisingly Gaz lets you do just that, his own hand carefully wrapping around your waist. He’s not sure how much is okay, he’s not sure what to do.

You stray from being too close to him, to any of them really. You maintain careful distance, you sit behind your walls, you don’t let anyone close.

Johnny watches an older Helldiver pad his way to you, breathing out something in your ear, rubbing his knuckles on the nape of your neck, fingers circling around the scruff of it and you, who twitches when any of them gets too close, fucking melt into touch.

Like that’s the only form you know how to take it in. Like you don’t remember there is any other way.

Simon’s head tilts to the side, eyes heavy when one too many divers smack you around for his comfort, but you don’t ask for help.

You laugh.

He’s not sure any of them heard you laughing before. For some reason the thought stings more than he expected because yes, you let them onto the ship and into the armoury and to your control panel.

But did you really let them in? Are they inside?

Because Price can see the way smaller divers — young, if he can judge by uniform so crisp it feels like they got it issued a few days ago — hug their cuteness aggression on you, yelping when you suddenly hoist some of them up in a bridal hold.

Giggling entirely too unserious when you show how you can pick two of them at once.

You herd Kyle back to his team and suddenly he understands why.

They aren’t meant to be here. They may be in, but they didn’t get the invitation to step behind your barricades. They didn’t earn it yet.

You don’t trust them to handle what you have.

So he nurses one god awful beer, Soap propping His chin on Kyle’s shoulder, relaxing when he sees two very much male Helldivers kicking the doors behind them shut — already dismantling each other’s armour, kissing with so much teeth it’s a miracle they aren’t bleeding yet.

“Wild bunch”, Simon comments, but there’s no edge to his voice, just quiet gruff realisation. Same one Gaz had when he watches one too many divers hug and smack and kiss and hold you.

When he watches you grin and double down on their advances, eyes shining and grin so wide it’s a miracle your face hasn’t cracked.

He tenses up only when one of the older Helldivers slides next to their team, swatting the younger charges away from him, cooing something in their ears when he sends them to the other side of the ship.

“I know what’cha think of us”, the man suddenly says and there’s no malice in his voice but something in his tone makes it clear that he knows. They aren’t meant to be here.

They are not Helldivers. It’s not their gathering.

“Pack of feral animals, eh?”, the diver continues, eyes so heavy it could bend the steel, edge of his mouth a little sharper than before. There’s exhaustion itched in every line of his face.

There’s hunger dripping off his molars when he grins down at shorter diver across the room.

“Think it’s your and your men’s business how you relax”, Price hums, eyes just as heavy when he tilts his head to the side.

He’s not sure he fully understands Helldivers as a brunch but he definitely understands them as soldiers. Seen the same starved mad look before in the eyes of men who were less human than he’d like.

“Half of this room will be dead in a few months”, the man suddenly says and John can feel blood flowing back, chill running down his spine as he turns his head to the diver. Man looks suddenly calm, almost peaceful as he announces it.

“We rarely get out, Captain. We lose way too many of ours down there, we lose even more up here”, Helldiver taps his temple, grin a little too feral, a little too pained. Like there’s glass digging in his gums with every word he says. “But we need something to remind that we are still here. Still human. Still alive”

There’s heavy silence in their corner, stark contrast to booms of laughter and playful wrestling and occasional sparrings with way too many stray touches.

“Little runts need to have someone to fall back on if me or captain of this bird suddenly find ourselves bleeding out in a shithole no one wants to go down to”, diver continues like it’s a completely normal thing and Soap tightens his arms around Kyle. “It’s a good thing we got out for some celebration. Don’t get too many of these in our line of work”

The man’s silence is heavy for entirely too long moment before he hums, eyes distant as he flicks his lighter on and off in long scarred fingers.

“Never thought I’d be one for religion, you know. But sometimes…sometimes I get why these angels fell, you know?”, he murmurs, watching the young divers play arcade, watching laughing divers smack each other one too many times before they finally allow themselves to hug it all out.

“Always an angel and never a god.”, the diver chuckles but there’s no amusement in it. “Wonder how they felt when they realised there’s nowhere higher to go. If they hurt just as badly. One too bitter of a thought it is on a night like this one”, the man shakes it off like a big dog would water and grins at Price.

Big and slightly feral, he smacks John’s shoulder a touch too hard than necessary and jogs off, throwing over his shoulder.

“Welcome to the party, gents. Enjoy people watching, might not get another chance to see this many ‘live Helldivers”

[cheralith]

— always in your orbit.

character ; itoshi rin || wc ; 1.0k contains/cw ; gn!reader, they/them pronouns, she/her pronouns used not for reader synopsis ; you and rin run into a stray kitten when you walk home together one evening after school.

when you and rin were schoolmates, there was a large land-locked lake that you and him had to pass on your way home since you and him were neighbors on the same black. a large, vast mirror, it often reflected the setting sun and it was a sight for you to savor and engrain into your memory. there was indeed a shortcut to get to the block faster, but you insisted on walking there to take in the view.

in your third year, just before you left for college, you and him ran into a stray kitten, abandoned and left to die in a shallow cardboard box at the bottom of the hill leading into the lake. probably the runt of litter, it was small enough to curl into the palm of rin's hand, the noir of its fur spreading like ink, mimicking rin's own locks. its mewl was just barely there, clearly malnourished and weak.

you had burst out into tears at the sight, your heart clenching so tightly at the sad scene unfolding before you. given how close it was to the water, it might’ve accidentally tossed itself in and drowned. fate was on its side today at least. you wanted to take the poor thing home so badly, but your mother detested cats and your sibling had a severe cat allergy. rin, in a panic at the sight of your overflowing tears, had babbled that he'll take it home and nurse it to take it to the shelter. that shut you up good to his relief.

"can i visit it?" you had asked, wiping your face on your sleeve.

rin nodded shyly as he picked up the box with the kitten in it, making sure it rested properly in the safety of the scrappy box as he wondered what he had gotten himself into just because he wanted to make you stop crying.

because you and rin had found him just before you and him left for university, you only got to visit the kitten a spare number of times before you left the suburbs and into the big city. but in the times you were able to, rin couldn't help but let his affection for you grow as you played with the small kitten, happily laughing whenever it did any tricks to your pleasure. he supposes the addition of the kitten mewling for you to pay attention to it whenever your eyes weren't on it didn't help either, both parties clearly having an affection for each other.

"are you gonna name her?" you had asked on what would be your last visit for awhile, "i thought you guys were gonna take her to the shelter once she was nursed back to health."

rin shrugged, watching intently from his desk as you wiggled your fingers and tickled the kitten's small, now much more plump belly thanks to rin and his parents' care. "dunno. we just call her kitty for now."

you deadpanned. "you named a kitten 'kitty?' you can't be serious."

"i'm not the best creative," he muttered as he returned back to his homework. "it's not like we're gonna keep her anyway, i don't want to get too attached to her."

years later, unbeknownst to you, the cat, now four times bigger and a little chubbier than most, still resides within the walls of the itoshi residence. because you only got to visit home a spare number of times, you hardly had any times to visit your neighbors on the block to check up on how they were doing, how rin was doing. a small ditch formed itself between you and rin's friendship, as he went to study abroad in paris so he could play for pxg while you stayed in the country to attend the local city school, meaning that communication was often scarce. but you still tried, though it often ended up with emptiness from his end.

eventually it was clear that your energy for him was going nowhere, so you stop trying to text him to see how he's doing. so you're a little surprised when one weekend that you come home, your parents tell you to get ready for a surprise dinner with the itoshis, and that though you only think it'd just be rin's parents, their youngest son sitting in the living room.

it was the first time you had seen him in three years. he was taller, more handsome, more mature. you don't see it, but when rin looks back at you, something glimmers in his eyes when he spots you looking prettier, more elegant, more sophisticated. both of you are clearly in the awkward pool, trying to gather up the right words as you're reunited for the first time in years.

he swallows thickly after two anxious "hello"'s have been exchanged. he coughs.

"you look—" rin's voice cracks.

at twenty-one years old, the ghost of puberty still seems to haunt him and he can't think of a more embarrassing moment for his voice to enact in such a manner.

both of you abruptly pause. a flush of pink scatters across his face in the moment of silence.

"... good. you look good," he mutters, his voice tight in embarrassment.

you giggle, that same giggle that rin would often replay in his mind when he was abroad in paris and feeling homesick, the sound of your bubbly laugh reminding him of home.

"not too bad yourself," you murmur softly, grinning as you give him a light, teasing punch. a quiet forgiveness blessed upon him at your gentle eyes looking at him, ones he's missed looking deeply into.

rin would never tell you, but there was something about your touch that'd always send his nerves rushing a certain warmth through his veins, always feeling a little lighter for some reason, less tense.

when you and him settle down at the table, his father perks up as he plates the pickled vegetables.

"oh, rin," he says and turns to his son, "before we eat, make sure to give (y/n) her tuna with her food."

at the sound of your name, you lift your head, confused. next to you, rin's eyes widen and a panic bubbles inside of them at his dad's reminder.

"oh, um," you begin to start, blinking. "thank you, but i'm actually allergic to fish."

suddenly, a loud meow is heard from behind you and the sound of a cat perks your ears. before rin has a chance to reply, you turn and see a familiar black cat strutting into the kitchen, tail swishing in the air.

"i thought—!" you turn back to rin, who has another fluster of rouge running across his face and the tip of his ears.

"ohoho, oops," rin's father laughs heartily to his son's disdain. "forgot about that. you see..."

rin shoots daggers at his father. "dad, don't."

his father only smiles at him before he turns to you, tittering a bit with his wife who seems to know where he's headed.

"... our cat's name is also named (y/n)."

a/n ; not the best thing i've written but i still wanted to write it since i was inspired by this one page from ao haru ride and thought that kou and rin would def be one in the same if rin were ever a shojo protag. esp since both characters have conflicts with their older brothers lol

[eeldritchblast]

Some misc. Astarion facts I collected while browsing his dialogue files like a madman

Cazador fed him the blood of rats and flies; just enough to keep him going, but never more than that. If Astarion tried to refuse, he was flayed.

Astarion is approximately 5'11" tall.

When Astarion reads the other party members and imagines what their blood tastes like, he says Gale makes him think of well aged brandy, Wyll like sweet cider, Shadowheart like vintage port, and Karlach like fiery whisky.

After Cazador bit Astarion, he left him to be buried dead in a graveyard by those who found him. Astarion then woke back up of course, and had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw his way through six feet of dirt, while Cazador waited an watched.

Leon calls Astarion "the runt of the kennel who always whimpered while he got beat".

In the first decade of slavery, Astarion once refused to bring back a man he found to Cazador, and tried to run away. When Cazador found him, he sealed Astarion inside a tomb and buried him alive for a year. When he was finally released, he vowed to never disobey again. This is Astarion's worst memory.

Astarion was one of Cazador's first spawn. Cazador insisted that he and his seven spawn were "family"; that the spawn were all siblings and he their father.

Astarion used to dream of marrying a prince when he was thirteen, and Wyll reminds him of that prince-type dream.

Astarion sees Vlaakith as Lae'zel's version of Cazador.

Astarion uses perfume of "bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy" to disguise his undead smell.

[yams-here]

Dumping frostbug idiocy here because yall enabled me so you have to deal with it

idk if it's weird to see the skins as different characters but fuck it I do, Frost giant Loki and Midgard umber Thor have the same relationship they have in that one What If episode in my head, and the fact that that's the only episode Mantis shows up and NO ONE DOES ANYTHING WITH THAT kills me, so I WILL (but with the knowhere corps Mantis to keep the mint flavored frostbug going) ok so I picture this weird niche ass au taking place right after the Knowhere corps got disbanded, so jobless and with freedom to go anywhere for the first time in a while, not needing to protect Knowhere anymore (cuz. yknow. it got got) she decides to go to midgard earth, since she hasn't been in her home planet in a long long time

obviously still bummed from losing her job, she hears about this big ass party being thrown by an asgardian god and goes "fuck it I need some fun"

there, the jotunn obviously pull up because of course Loki ain't gonna miss a party being thrown by his brother from another mother and I just want his jolly blue giant (me saying giant as if I don't hc him as a 7'3" runt that grew in harsher jotunheim conditions so he didn't grow as much as he should've) ass seeing the green lady and going 😳

anyways Thor obviously encourages his bestie to go for the girl so afterwards they just kind of become a silly trio (with thor third wheeling more often than not)(thord wheeling)

and idk I just think that these three meeting their default counterparts would be fucking hilarious

and here's a party dress mantis because if you know me this isn't surprising in the slightest

[razberrypuck]

insane ramblings about the lougferds below the cut <3

so after troy's mom died he was ignored and talked over and looked down upon his whole life by his dad and brother and that's why he is the way he is right. why he was loud and angry and mean and so so desparate for the attention and praise of his peers.

like extraordinary talked over him constantly and kept hugging him/trying to initiate contact despite troy clearly being uncomfortable with it. he wouldn't even slightly drop the act until troy stopped trying to lay the news on soft and just snapped at him. charlie had to roll not only to see if randy would take him seriously, but to see if he'd even entertain the thought of talking to troy in the first place. randy talked down to him constantly, going as far as to make an effort to not call him troy because he just doesn't respect him. im reading this correctly right.

and if you squint you can see that they DO care about each other, really they do.

extraordinary calls his sons his wonderful boys and has no qualms with funding their lives, or letting them live with him for however long they need, and believes he's doing everything for their sakes (even if he most definitely isn't.) he praises their talents and has at least a basic understanding of their interests -- he just isn't THERE, like troy said. he's out of touch with reality entirely, and is making his sons, wonder, and reclaim suffer the consequences of that.

randy runs the company for his father. he describes it as doing his "dirty work," but at the end of the day, he's keeping everything afloat and is doing so of his own volition. he's initially very dismissive of troy -- but when he gives troy the chance to talk to him, like a real person, you can tell he has a soft spot for his little brother. he laughs at troy being weird, he listens to him despite not really believing the situation is severe, he starts calling him troy idly, he apologizes for being an ass to him. and despite having no reason to, he trusts troy. he trusts troy with this massive deal just because troy asked if there was anything he could do to help. randy claims it's because he's exhausted (and he is tbf,) but he AND their dad have so much riding on this deal going right and yet. all troy has to do is ask, and it's all his. the thing about randy is that he's not just grounded in reality, he's buried himself alive to compensate for his dad's behavior. and it makes him distant, and snappy, and apathetic to everything going on outside because it's just business.

and troy. we know how troy loves. he tries to talk to his dad gently because he's out of touch with reality and has difficulty processing bad things. he takes over the deal with the WTC with few complaints because his brother is exhausted and needs rest. he gave runt his spare clothes when they first came to the surface because she was freezing. he encourages blink to stand up for himself because he's not sure he has the confidence. despite their issues, despite all the poor treatment and neglect and feeling abandoned -- to him, extraordinary and randy are just as much his family as the rest of the party is. even if they don't know him like runt, blink, and WD do.

the lougferds care about each other, they just. mom died and they could never recover.