#when bro smells catnip

[hamburger-helper-official]

Uh oh, someone brought a laser pointer into Savanaclaw...

[naturallog19]

im head over heels for a guy i met like... 6 weeks ago

hes a short king and it takes all of my self control not to shove him into the nearest wall

like bro stop looking so good and smelling so good and making eyes at me rn im going to explode

i told myself to wait until the new year to do anything, let it slow burn you giant bisexual dumbass

but also i want to bundle him into being the small spoon and shower him with affection and make him experience euphoria like never before

so

thats how im doing

just a giant thirsty person trying not to force my way into this dudes space 24/7

i might have sort of set up a date night with him next week and im like

haha its because we both like cooking its not like that or anything haha we just have shared hobbies that we will be doing together at the same time like cooking for eachother in my kitchen at my house where i will absolutely not be trying to seduce him into my bed hahaha so crazy why would you even think that hahahah we arent making our favorite recipes for eachother or anything or being domestic together and anyways thats totally not catnip for my feelings

when i asked if he wanted to do dinner he was like "im going to need to use your kitchen for like, three hours" and i wanted to literally lick him immediately in response whats wrong with me

tone it down moron *facepalm*

help

its again

[bokutoslittlebird]

Hey, I’m sorry if you’ve already done this, but I saw the ‘overly scenting’ post with Atsumu and etc, and I was wondering if you could do a part 2 w/ Kenma, Noya and Kuroo. It’s okay if not, I’m fine with whatever :). Have a nice day!✨🖤

Scenting Their Omega

Nishinoya

> Starting off with his smell... caramel. He smells like caramel and it gets more intense with his excitement so like, the gym is almost always smelling like caramel popcorn because him and Tanaka are just so excited.

> He’s also probably easily jealous and easily gets possessive over you. It’s rooted in the fact he feels less than others, due to his height and his own ability. You’re always having other alphas and even betas coming up to you because Noya isn’t around you.

> Bro is always scenting you. Every break during club he is hugging you and scenting you. It’s sweet, but Ukai and Daichi yell at you guys to go outside bc Noya’s clogging up the room with his scent.

> You wear his hoodie and if it doesn’t fit you, he makes you give him one of your hoodies, scents it, and gives it back. You will smell like caramel and nobody will know what your scent is because he’s all over you.

Kenma

> He smells like catnip. He doesn’t know why he got such a weird ass smell, but he does. It’s so goddamn subtle it’s hard to scent you because everything overpowers it. Cats love him, though.

> Since his scent is so subtle, he is often mistaken for a beta. He is also always scenting you, but it never is able to overpower anyone else’s. Kuroo’s and Yamamoto’s scents tend to cling to you better.

> In order to combat this, Kenma is always touching you in some way. He has you enter the gym holding his hand. He’s the last to leave you alone, hugging you tightly. You sit in his lap during breaks. It’s just how it is.

> Kuroo teases him for his public affection since, well, it’s Kenma. But Kenma is possessive himself. You need to smell like him.

Kuroo

> Iced tea He probably smells like a burning campfire. Intense and overwhelming, his scent clings to your nostrils and you remember him for days to come until the scent disappears.

> This dummy makes chemistry jokes about your scents together. He probably then explains the chemistry behind scents. Like, how did you get with him? He won you over with nerdiness.

> He is also another one to love scenting you, but damn it gets annoying. You’re always smelling like him and it makes people want to plug their noses because it’s so potent. He could just give you his jacket, but no. He needs your clothes smelling like him constantly.

> He’s not possessive, but when he sees another threatening alpha (someone with a potent scent, too), he subconsciously scents you more. It’s embarrassing when you have to get scolded because his hands were groping your ass in front of others. But he just needs to remember you’re all his!

[jenomark]

Wet

Word Count: 1,176   Genre: Smut Other members/Characters: Johnny + Taeyong

  You had his back pressed against the doorway to the bathroom, his spine against the wood. Your lips kissed his chin, the tiny, unshaven hairs scratching against your skin. Haechan laughed at your dedication, his face full of smugness. He was like catnip to you, and he basked in the way you rubbed up against him to fulfill your need. You licked the side of his neck and flicked the tip of your tongue against the mole on his throat. When your lips found his, you had awakened him completely. Haechan pushed you back into the doorway until it was you up against it, until it was your neck he was greedily nipping at. 

 “I want you.” you whined.

“Too bad.” Haechan said, as if he would’t give in.

  He lifted your leg and held it by his side, his hands rubbing your outer thigh until they got to your ass and gave you a playful pat. The make-out that followed was steamy. You kissed until you couldn’t physically keep yourself standing upright anymore. As you were getting ready to move towards his bed, Haechan’s roommate Johnny came in. He took off his bag and tossed his phone onto his bed. He was wearing Airpods, and couldn’t hear the commotion of Haechan pushing you into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

“What’s up, bro?” Haechan said, holding his hand out for a handshake.

Johnny shook his hand and removed an Airpod. “You’re the only one home? I thought Taeyong was here?”

“Just me and you,” Haechan said. “I thought you were staying at the studio?”

“I was, but I came home early,” Johnny said. “I forgot some of my stuff. I don’t know where my mind is these days.”

  Johnny went over to his side of the room and sat in his computer chair. Haechan hovered by the bathroom door before realizing it looked too suspicious. He sat on the edge of his bed on his arms, and crossed his legs at the ankles. His eyes kept nervously flicking towards the door. He hoped you wouldn’t come out prematurely.

“Are you going back out?” Haechan asked.

“I don’t know,” Johnny said. “I have a lot of things to do here.”

 Haechan watched in silence as Johnny searched underneath his desk, shifting his belongings here and there. Haechan heard the front door open and close and cursed under his breath. Who now? Taeyong called out to ask if anyone was home, and Johnny answered back. Taeyong stuck his head in through their bedroom door and asked Haechan if he wanted to play a game with him.

“Not now,” Haechan said. He sat straight up as if a genius idea suddenly came to him. “I have to shower.”

   Haechan got up and went into his wardrobe. Absentmindedly, he picked out some clothes and a towel. He grabbed his small speaker from his shelf and backed his way into the bathroom, careful to not reveal your hiding place. When he shut the bathroom door behind him, you were standing in the furthest corner, hugging yourself. Haechan put his finger up to his lips to tell you to be quiet. He turned on the speaker and found a song loud enough to drown out your voices.

“That was close.” Haechan said.

“What do we do?” you asked. “I can’t stay in here until they leave, Haechan.”

Haechan shrugged. “I guess you live here now.”

  The easiest option would be to tell his friends that he was dating, but he couldn’t find the right words. He didn’t want them to tease him, and he didn’t want them to tease you. They would do so mercilessly, and Haechan wasn’t sure he could stand it. Hiding you was beginning to prove too difficult.  He felt stuck.

“I’ll figure it out.” he said, turning on the water.

 The shower went on. It was one more sound used to cover your voices. Haechan could sense how uneasy you were being trapped in the bathroom he shared with Johnny, knowing that both Johnny and Taeyong were on the other side of the door. He brought you into his arms and moved the hair from your face. The kiss he planted on your cheek was sweet. You thought he would pull you in for a comforting hug, but instead, he pulled you to him just to hold the hem of your shirt. He brought it over your head.

“You can’t be serious,” you said. “You want sex? Right now?”

  Haechan did the same to his shirt by yanking it over his head. He was already working on his jeans before you could receive his answer. He shook his legs out so that his jeans would fall, and hopped around on one foot to get his feet fully out. The only thing left was his socks and underwear. 

“You need a shower,” he said. “I can smell you from here.”

  When you went to playfully slap him, he caught your hand and pulled you to him again. His hands were around your back, holding you. You didn’t kiss him, but your lips were so close. He just stared at you as he unclasped your bra, one eyebrow raised in defiance. You took your arms out of your bra and let it fall onto the floor. Haechan was on his knees kissing your tummy and pulling your leggings and underwear down your thighs. 

  The music playing on his speaker was the opposite of romantic, but the chaos fed into your need to have his mouth on you, just a little lower, just a little closer. You placed your hand on the back of his head and brought it forward until his lips were against you. He parted your pussy with his tongue, licking and licking, his eyes looking up to see if you enjoyed it. You stood holding his hair, trying to get your knees not to buckle underneath you.

“You’re dirty. I can taste you from here,” he said. He placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed in circles. He gently brought it all the way down until he reached your hole. “To here.”

  Haechan took off his underwear and socks when he saw how dumbfounded your expression was. He was glad you were on the same page. Standing naked with him in his bathroom was a strange feeling, but you really wanted to see how it ended. You both got into the shower, the hot spray bouncing off your backs. With him at the front of the shower, you watched the water cascading down his body. Being with him always felt thrilling, especially knowing other people weren’t too far away. You were down on your knees in the tub, taking his cock in your mouth. Haechan placed his hand on the shower wall, his fingers sliding down the tile. He wanted to moan, but he bit his lips and closed his eyes tightly to ward it off. He was too loud, too intense. Only when the music thundered did he let a little of it out.

“Clean me.” you said, standing up with his help.

  Haechan’s frustration at not getting to finish was evident on his face. He looked at you like he was annoyed before you turned your back on him. You half expected him to bend you over right there and fuck you from behind, but he squirted body wash onto his hand and began washing your back for you. He hugged you, bringing his hands around to soap your breasts. 

  With his mouth against your ear he said, “ I want to fuck you, but I don’t think I can keep quiet.”

“I know.” you whispered.

  Haechan’s clean and soap-free hands slid down your stomach and cupped your pussy. He touched you gently, rubbing his fingers over your labia before pushing the tips of them inside of you. The edge of his palm barely touched your clit, but it was enough to make you crave more. There wasn’t enough room to spread your legs, so you leaned against him and urged him to keep going, to not stop.

“Okay,” he said. “That’s enough.”

  Haechan moved away from you, like it was nothing. He dipped his head underneath the water spray, the hair on the top of his head flattening. You whipped around fast and watched him shampooing his hair roughly, his hands scratching at his scalp. 

  Where his hands left you, your hands found you. You touched yourself and leaned against the back wall so that you wouldn’t slip. As Haechan washed his body, the water and soap flowing down his hard cock, his eyes never left your hands touching your pussy. 

“I said it was enough.” he said.

“I’m not listening to you.”

  He watched as you sat down on the bottom of the tub, your body resting against the back of it in a half-sitting position. You went to town on yourself, throwing your head back and enjoying the fingers moving in and out of your hole. You exaggerated the motions just so he would come find out how it truly felt to have your hands all over him without stopping.

  It didn’t take long for Haechan to kneel down in front of you and hook your high over the side of the tub. He entered you, as the water from the shower head sloshed around your bodies. Haechan fucked you, the squeak of the tub every time he thrusted his cock into you making you both crack a smile. He got low enough and pressed his palm into your abdomen to still you before he continued. The music gradually increased, following the building of your orgasm. He held your wrists against your stomach and kept bucking his hips forward. You placed your foot on the edge of the tub before bringing your other foot as far above your head as it could go. At that angle, Haechan’s cock moved deeper, his thrusts slowing down to hit you right. The water was in your eyes, the warmth spreading down your body, and the steam from the hot shower was making you sweat. None of that mattered. You could hear little pieces of Johnny and Taeyong talking outside, but you kept your eyes trained on Haechan.

“Come for me,” you said. You reached up to play with his nipples, knowing that he was sensitive. “Come for me. Come for me.”

  With a twist of his face, he thrusted one last time before pulling out. His hand jerked his cock over your stomach, grunting with every stroke until he was spilling his cum all over you, the shower washing the evidence away.

[baiqi]

high school yearbook, pg.4

♡ characters: gavin, mc/reader, minor ♡ description: the fourth time you meet gavin, you get an official introduction. ♡ word count: ~2100 ♡ ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/22485736 ♡ previous: otomestan.tumblr.com/tagged/hsy%20fic/chrono

“C’mon, you never want to hang out with my friends,” Minor whines.

“Your friends,” you reply, going out of your way to step on a satisfactorily crunchy patch of snow, “are too loud. They make my head hurt.”

It’s the fourth day in a row Minor has pled with you to join his gang of sophomore buddies. He always waits until you're walking home from school so you can’t escape, hoping one day he’ll get you to agree. Obviously, you're more stubborn than he expected.

“You can’t diss all of them just because Tyler said your glasses are kinda stupid.”

“My glasses aren’t stupid!” 

“Well, I know that. So does Quinn.” Minor chuckles at a memory. “You should’ve seen the way they jumped Ty’s ass for making fun of you. Did he ever apologize for that?”

You puff out your cheeks, but nod. The boy had approached you the day after the incident, embarrassed and seemingly genuine in his apology. Naturally, you forgave him; that didn’t mean you were inclined to meet Minor’s friends again anytime soon.

“I don’t think they’re mean, I just don’t think they like me very much.” You fidget with the hem of your sweater while you wait at a crosswalk. “Quinn is the only one who tries to include me in conversations.”

“That’s because they all have the attention span of a cat smelling catnip. It’s nothing against you, I promise.”

You're shaking your head before he’s even finished his sentence. “I don’t want to go ice skating with them. Not this weekend, at least. Winter break starts in two days and midterms have been really hard, I just want to relax for a few days. Okay?”

Disheartened, Minor makes a show out of sighing dramatically, lolling his head to one side. “Yeah, okay. I get it.” 

You know he’s not truly upset, but you still feel the nagging urge to tack on, “But if you really want, I’ll go with you and one friend to do something this week since we’re out of school.” You pause thoughtfully. “As long as it’s not Tyler.”

Minor side eyes you, one eyebrow raised in mild disbelief. “Really?”

“Really. I have ballet Tuesday afternoon and piano lessons Thursday morning, but any other time is fine, I think. I’ll check with Dad.”

He beams like the sun and eagerly starts suggesting things you can do, and you can’t help but giggle at how easy to please he is.

---

As promised, you show up to the arcade in New Light Mall at one o’clock to meet Minor and his friend. He wouldn’t tell you who he was bringing no matter how much you asked, claiming it was a surprise but that you wouldn't be disappointed. Which, regardless, makes your flight instinct take effect as you stand awkwardly by the entrance, phone pressed to your ear and waiting for Minor to answer.

He doesn’t answer, but only because he’s already jogging up to you, mauve-colored eyes shining expectantly. 

“You made it!”

You tuck your phone into the pocket of your coat, his presence momentarily settling your nerves. “I said I would, didn’t I?” Your hands follow your phone as you attempt to nonchalantly ask, “ Has your friend shown up yet?”

The smile that graces Minor’s face is borderline wicked. “Yup. He just demolished me at Street Fighter when you called.” He inclines his head, starting to walk off. “C’mon, this way.”

Near the back of the arcade is where your and Minor's favorite cluster of games live, among which are classics like Mario Kart, Pac-Man, and Pokemon Snap. At the Street Fighter machine, with his back to the two of you, stands a tall boy with chestnut hair, hunched slightly over the controls. He doesn’t acknowledge you as you approach, intensely interested in his match, handling the joystick like a professional.

Minor clears his throat loudly. “Hey, bro.”

The other boy doesn’t turn around, only responds with an aggravated “What do you want?” as he taps the brightly colored buttons of the machine.

Your eyes widen a fraction of an inch in recognition. Your insides feel like they’re being twisted into balloon animals.

“Don’t be an ass, dude, there’s a lady present.”

“Minor, I--”

A loud noise of defeat plays from the machine, cutting you off. He turns to face you at the sound of your voice, frighteningly familiar (and gorgeous, an annoying part of your brain sighs wistfully) eyes locking with yours, and just like two weeks ago when you'd caught his eye across the alley, you're paralyzed. 

Minor’s friend...is Gavin?!

Blood rushes to your face so quickly you feel lightheaded, subconsciously taking a half step backwards to balance yourself. Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Is this some kind of joke?

After a second, Gavin’s gaze slides from you to Minor. Though his expression is carefully schooled to show disinterest, there’s a bite in his voice that only Minor catches. “This is your friend?”

Smugly, Minor replies, “Uh-huh.” He looks at you, head tilted. “Gonna introduce yourself?”

You give him a sharp look out of the corner of your eye. You distinctly remember having a conversation with Minor about Gavin’s “transaction” in the alleyway, and he definitely never once mentioned being friends with Gavin. Were you not so shocked at the situation you've found herself in, you'd be having quite a few words with Minor.

Still, Minor doesn’t seem fazed by the accusatory and, frankly, betrayed way you're glaring at him. Barely three seconds pass before he’s nudging your shoulder. “Anyone home?”

You resist the urge to swat at him. 

“I’m--”

“I know who you are,” Gavin cuts in.

Unbidden fear fills your veins with ice. Shoulders curving inwards imperceptibly, you shrink into yourself in a subconscious effort to become smaller. A vision of his piercing gaze mixed with the phantom feeling of wild winds tangling your hair makes your heart race.

“...Y-you do?”

“Your name’s MC, right? Minor talks about you often.”

Minor’s self-satisfied smile immediately dissolves into a scowl, though you don’t notice due to the relief flooding through you. He must not realize you were the one he saw across the alley that day. That doesn’t erase all your worries, but it does lessen the knot in your stomach. Whatever trouble he may or not have been in that day, at least you won't get roped into it.

“Yep, that’s me,” you say shortly, afraid to talk too much at the risk of coming off annoying. 

“My partner in crime.” Minor slings an arm over your shoulder. “The peanut butter to my jelly. The second pea in the pod.”

You push him away by a hand on his cheek, rolling your eyes. “The Mario to his Princess Peach, actually.”

“Without,” Minor is quick to add, “any of the lovey stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” Gavin says slowly, like he’s taking stock of the situation he’s found himself in. He doesn’t smile when he says, “Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

You bow your head briefly. Your earlier relief at not being remembered is now tinged with a sense of disappointment that you can’t understand. “You too.” 

“Anyway,” Minor cuts in, throwing an annoyed look at Gavin for ruining his plan, “The Mario Kart machine added two more bikes, which means we can have a three-way race! You in?” At your hesitance, he sings, “Someone unlocked Shy Guy~” 

Despite your best efforts, a smile still spreads across your face. “Fine. You got me.”

Surprisingly, Gavin doesn’t immediately take the lead when the first race begins. You aren’t the best at this game so you'd expected him to at least be better than you, but he stays sandwiched between you and Minor. Occasionally you're able to pass him, holding onto second place for a little while before he overtakes you again. But he never gets very far ahead of you - unlike Minor, who takes his little Dry Bones and disappears from view before the second lap of any race begins. 

There’s a moment in the second race of the Grand Prix where the automated Bowser on your tail slams you with a red shell and sends you spinning into fifth place. After you grit your teeth and lean forward angrily on your plastic bike to get back into the race, you notice Gavin, or more accurately his racer Link, has somehow ended up behind you. You spare him a glance that he does not return, then focus on the game again. Still, you're aware of how he stays one position behind you for the rest of the race.

Minor notices it too because at the end of the race (where he once again comes in first and you and Gavin come in at second and third respectively), he sits up and frowns at Gavin. “What the hell, bro? Stop coddling her, she knows how to play.”

You keep your mouth shut, elbows propped on the handlebars as you watch the boys. Was that what Gavin was doing in the last race? He’d barely said two words to you since you arrived, what would he care what place you came in?

“I’m not coddling anybody,” Gavin replies indifferently. “Are you gonna ready up for the next race or what?”

Minor looks like he wants to say something else - you know the way he scrunches his nose well. Though you can’t see Gavin’s face, he must give Minor a sharp look because he grumbles under his breath and turns back to the game.

The rest of the Prix goes much the same way: Minor takes a strong lead, you try to play catch-up, and Gavin stays one or two positions behind you. Even when you purposefully drive off the course at one point as a test, Gavin always winds up nearby. It’s almost like he’s playing bodyguard, though you can’t figure out why.

As the final results are being announced, you get a call from your father ushering you home. You want to argue because you're actually having fun despite your expectations of Gavin, but the worried tone in your father’s voice makes you reluctantly agree to come home.

Tuning back into Minor and Gavin’s arguing (or rather, Minor’s arguing and Gavin’s apathy), you raise your voice. “Hey, guys, I have to go.”

Argument with Gavin forgotten on a dime, Minor deflates. “Aww, what? Is your dad being a buzzkill again?”

“He’s not a buzzkill!” You retort defensively. “He just worries a lot.”

“Yeah, fine. Want us to walk you home?”

“No, that’s okay. I rode my bike here.” You smile at them, hands clasped politely in front of you. You feel a bit shy all of a sudden. “Thank you both for today. I had a good time.”

For the first time all day, the aloofness slips from Gavin’s face and is replaced with thinly veiled surprise. Then as quick as it showed itself, it vanishes. He looks to the side, ears reddening, and doesn’t respond. 

Your smile dims a little at his apparent dismissal, but you shake it off to look at Minor. “I’ll let you know when I’m home, okay?” To Gavin, you say, “It was really nice meeting you. You're... different than I thought you'd be.” You don't stick around to explain yourself, hurrying out of the arcade.

When you're safely out of sight, Minor rounds on Gavin with a smack to his arm. “Acting like you’ve never met her? Really?”

Gavin’s eyes flash when Minor connects with his arm. “I haven’t ever met her,” he says evenly. 

“Oh, shut up. The girl you ran to the bus stop with in the rain? The one who saw you in the alleyway with Lynn? You know that was MC!” 

“Even if it was,” Gavin says, knowing full well that Minor is right, “she obviously doesn’t remember me, and she doesn’t need to.” Imperceptibly, his posture slouches. “She’s too nice to get roped into my bullshit.”

“First of all, I know she recognizes you at least from the alley because she told me about it. Second, she’s a lot tougher than you think she is.” Minor’s expression softens. “She obviously had fun hanging out today. If you like her, then just talk to her. What’s the worse that could happen?”

As usual, Gavin clams up. He tugs at a lock of hair, which is how Minor knows he’s thinking deeply about something. He could be like that for a while, so Minor pats his back and heads for the Street Fighter machine again.

“Alright, big guy. Come fight your feelings out.”

For a few seconds, Gavin watches Minor walk away with a sour look on his face. Then he sighs, decides begrudgingly that he does still want his company, and follows him.

They don’t talk about you again, even though Minor can tell Gavin’s still thinking about you. He just ribs Gavin’s sub-par skills and talks aimlessly about whatever crosses his mind in an attempt to lighten Gavin's mood.

When they go their separate ways later that evening, Gavin quietly but genuinely expresses his thanks. Minor jokes that he better step up his game before someone else swoops in to steal you away, and Gavin retracts his thanks with a scowl and an attempt to pull Minor into a headlock. 

Still, they make plans to get together again soon; it leaves both of them feeling at ease.

[afterthelastreset]

(Finally got around to finishing Ace up)

Name: Ace Kaard (named after the Ace card) Personality: boisterous, happy-go-lucky, can snap if pushed enough, pretty friendly and open, can come off as crazy Age: 12 Species: a mixture of stuffed cat and imp Family: Rouxls Kaard: Step Father, Seam: Other father, Jevil: father, J.K.: half brother, Ace: Half brother Powers/Abilities: out of the trio of sibings he's the only one who can summon aces, spades, hearts, and diamonds though it's limited unlike Jevil's, most flexible and well balanced of his brothers, can speak partially a 2nd language, sharp claws, Can't remove his head but he can float in air like Jevil  Appearance: orange cheeks/ear insides, wears bells, black,orange,and purple jester suit, black shoes, orange and white eyes, tan fur around neck/tail, black fingerless gloves, orange paw pads, purple skin Bonus: Out of him and his brothers, Ace was the only one created by magic and was actually an accident created by Jevil and Seam when they tried to combined their magical abilities to create a new trick. The result being a small gremlin cat babie being created from it all. The day he was brought home, two toddler brother were happy to have another sibling and Rouxls groaned because he'd have to change more diapers. Ace was named after the Ace card and just like his two older brothers, had incredible flexibility and performing skills. Out of the three Nosuit siblings, Ace is the only one who inherited Jevil's full magical abilities which includes hovering for long periods of time, summons all the cards symbols, and sometimes even make a magical double of himself. The only thing he can't do that Jevil can is spring his head of his shoulders, but he can remove his head at time. Though he still has to practice this abilities. While the most magical, he isn't too bright. J.K. would often have to drag him away from dangerous stunts or fix up cuts and brusies his little brother would get from his skills. Ace is somewhat protective of his two older brothers though. After the attack J.K. received and the constant bullying that effects Buttons, he usually threatens anyone who tries anything with a cheery voice and red eyes- "OH! You want to punch my brother? Go ahead! Though I won't gaurentee your mother will have anything to bury afterwards! Did you like the show btw?" Like Buttons, Ace wants to become the new jester to the kings when he gets older when his dads retire. You'll often find the two practicing their magic tricks together with Seam and Jevil's help. Since he's part cat like Buttons, the two can often be found lying around, purring, or chasing after a light. But unlike Seam and Buttons, Ace isn't effected by catnip. In fact he down right hates the stuff. Smells weird. Though ace is part cat, he has no cotton or stitches in his system. Like Buttons, the stitches and patches on his body are birthmarks inherited from Seam. He can overheat easily if he's not careful with the heavy fur around his neck and on his tail. His joker hate has two cat ears which is held up from the inside by his horns. He also has an obsession with bells he proudly wears like. J.K., the ones he wears all the time he received as a gift from Pearlie. Relationships: Jevil: Dad to him and his siblings, Jevil encourages Ace's dreams of becoming the next Jester and often helps Buttons and him practice. Though he has a bad habit of also enabling Ace's more destructive habits as well, which lead to some problems Rouxls had to pull strings to get them out of. Though the two get along well, Jevil has a nasty habit of being too overprotective for obvious reasons.  Seam: Pops and The only sane one in their family, the old cat often has to be the voice of reason between fight his siblings or other parents would have and if need be, have to physically pull them apart and use magic to keep them apart. Ace sometimes doesn't understand how he's able to keep up with him despite his old age or why he rather not help with his magic training, but it's nice to have one voice of reason around the house of drama and chaos. Rouxls: Like his two brothers, he refers to Rouxls as his Mother and calls him Mom. Rouxls is used to his fate of being a 'mom' to these kids now but still sighs whenever he's called that. Ace received Rouxls last name despite not being blood related to help him blend into the family together. Ace loves his mama very much but is very confused on why D.J. calls his ma Lesser Grandpa and King Lancer calls him Lesser Dad? Buttons: He's closer to Buttons slightly than J.K. because of how much they train together and want to work together, but Buttons can be...A little too serious and is prone to anxiety or panic attacks easily in big public gatherings. So he has to often act like his lifeline when they performed for the kings or if someone decides to test their patience with them. He wishes he'd lighten up a little more. J.K.: To be honest he envies his oldest bro in a way. He's got full control of his limited magical abilities and is always having a ball. But he also doesn't appreciate how much he puts himself through for them. It's not like he's weak or anything. But he is a ball to be with. Just the right mix of him and buttons. But he doesn't get why he doesn't like his name? King Lancer: There's not much to say about the king except that he's the best and most fun king to work for! He's always encouraging and laughing at the shows he puts on and very understanding of mistakes. He's very fond of Splat noises for some reason.  D.J./Khristy/Azzy/Merry: He adores the young royals! He spends hours playing with them and putting on shows for them. He loves watching their amazement at his magic and strange habits. He is very confused on why D.J. calls his mother Lesser Grandpa though. Kris/Susie/Noelle/Ralsei: He's aquianted with the neighbor royals of the next kingdom over but doesn't really know much about them other than them being the heroes that saved their world way back then and the parents of the Royal siblings. Though Queen Susie can be quite intimidating when she wants to be. Pearlie: Ace thinks Pearlie's a pretty chill gal to be honest. The way she can mold things to create stuff is pretty cool. Like how she made J.K.'s bells, and the jewelry she sells at her stand. In a way, she's like a big sister to him. In fact, Pearlie was the one to made his bell earrings and necklace one Christmas after she found out how much he loved their sounds. He jokingly like to call her Sister from another mother. Ace sees the way J.K. looks at Pearlie at times and is pretty sure he has a thing for her.

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Smokin’ Hot Headcanons

As quoted from the Smoking Is Cool page on TV Tropes, “If you’re badass, you smoke.” Smoking can either make someone look bad to the bone or someone is actually is bad to the bone look even more so. I think the Espadas are all pretty badass, soooooo here’s some headcanons spawned from a convo with my bro!

“Which Espadas do you think would take up smoking as a habit?”

Starrk: When we talk about “habits” with this man, you know it has to be something that requires minimal effort. For crying out loud, his favorite hobby is being asleep! Smoking would be a yes because it would not really require him to move from his favorite position (laying down/half-laying down) that much. At most, he’d have to move his arm towards the ash try to tap the stray ashes off or put the cigarette out, but then it’d be right to his lips again, dangling idly from his lips as he blows lazy whiffs out from his nose. He probably wouldn’t do it much around Lilynette, though, just because he wouldn’t want her pestering him for one (which he would never agree to. She doesn’t need to pick up any bad habits).

Barragan: This one is an immediate “yes” in my mind. He’d look like a cool mafioso type, just sitting on his throne surrounded by smoke. I see him with a cigar or a pipe. Y’know, something associated with old well experienced people. As a man who plays chess, a game that requires patience and time, he would appreciate a good cigar. It’s something to enjoy over time, something to be savored. In fact, I can see him with one clenched between two fingers while he plays a game with Tousen.

Harribel: I honestly can’t see her smoking. For one, the logistics of it. I can’t see her wanting to go into her resurrección form every time she wanted to light up. For another, I think she would think it was kind of pointless. I can’t see her ever letting something stress her out enough to do it, nor can I see her doing it just because. She’s not the type to do something without purpose, so she will decline.

Ulquiorra: If anyone ever offered this one a cigarette, I can practically feel that empty stare as he asks, “Why?” Like Harribel, he doesn’t do things without purpose. Most likely, after you explain that it’s something humans do to unwind, conveniently leaving out the fact that it can develop an addiction and be slow torture for the lungs, he maybe might try one. Just one. And somehow, he would manage to finish it all in a single drag. He would look unbothered and uncaring like always, but it will be pretty cool to watch the smoke spew from his mouth as he reiterates the fact that he doesn’t understand the activity while he walks away.

Nnoitra: Um. Yes. Definitely yes. He’s more likely to do it if he sees someone else doing it, and he’ll probably do it “better.” You know how obsessed this guy is with being the strongest. If he sees someone smoking one cigarette, he will have two lit up and smoke them at the same time. He also wouldn’t take filtered cigarettes. Not a chance. And no menthols. Only the smoggiest of cigs will do it for this guy and he will actively laugh out anyone who provided those as an option when he’s bumming a cigarette off somebody. He’d rather go smokeless! (He’d probably still take it, but complain the whole time)

Grimmjow: Catnip bud. Ahem. So, this is a bit tricky and could go one of two ways. 1) The idea can be off-putting to him because of that keen feline sense of smell. Smoke smell clings to clothes and hair for a long time after the cigarette is gone, so I can see that being overwhelming. 2) It would be something he takes up because anything that makes him look like even more of a badass, he’ll jump on it like a ball of yarn. It’s one of those things I can see so easily in a human!AU, the cool guy with the awesome outfit (I LOVE that post-time skip outfit) leaning against the wall and silently watching/judging passersby.

Zommari: Eh…nah. His favorite way to pass the time is doing his meditation thing. He seems like the type of guy who would always want to be super in control of himself. He will most definitely judge you if you are smoking around him and will prove himself superior by not engaging in such activities.

Szayelapporo: Thiiiiis dodgy summamabish. You see, this one would be more of a social smoker. And not just any social smoker, the type of social smoker that will do it ten times more flamboyantly than you. He will be there in the midst of it all, obnoxiously long cigarette holder in hand, twirling it around it a la Cruella DeVil while he prattles on about some lofty subject or other, while they pretend to listen. He certainly loves to strut.

Aaraoniero: Again, logistics don’t seem to allow much for this. Granted, he could put on one of the many faces he has taken over the years to get the job done, but that wouldn’t change the fact that he’s two weird floating heads in a jar, sitting on top of a borrowed meatsuit. So that’s a no.

Yammy: I...honestly don’t know. I feel like, despite calling it stupid/weak, he would at least try it. There’s honestly no telling what that guy will do next. If he does continue with the habit, I feel like it would be something done to pad gaps of boredom. He’d complain about being bored the whole time he was doing it.

~thoughts by Kitty ♥

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Some early friendship fic stuff. Like. A day or two after the end of chapter 1 early. I kinda see it within a week or two at most. That awkward ‘hey we both saw a dead lady and dont know eachother but we headbanged to metal like pros so i guess we’re bros?’ in between phase. Minimal editing. 

Count Down ; 918 words

Warnings for anxiety stuff and the like. 

“I can’t do it, dude,” Larry pushed his hands through his hair. It yanked and snapped and pulled an ungodly amount, but he found himself repeating the action while he searched for words. “It’s- its so-”

Sal sat there, cradled in the bean bag while Larry paced. Sanity’s Fall looped again. Sal sat so still. The air hung and pulled at every movement. Larry tugged at his hair again. He shook. His arms and hands were icy cold. His ribs hurt. The same sounds hummed in and out of focus.

Larry exhaled harshly through his nose. His heart was pounding. He felt like he might be sick, something about the rush of his blood under his skin was so unsettling.

Sal sat up a little straighter. Larry moved another three steps in the same direction. The air was warm and dry and made his throat ache. It was hard to catch his breath.

“Larry.”

“How do you do it,” Larry finally let go of his hair. He clenched his hands into fists. Grabbed at his arms. Dragged a hand down his face. Thought about what Sal said, what-

He pressed his hands onto his face hard enough he saw multicolored spots behind his eyelids.

“Hey, over here.” Larry pulled his hands away to see Sal leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “Can you grab me those- the blue one and whatever other four colors you have over there. I wanna see the brand.”

“Right now? Now?” Larry’s hands trembled. “What about Mrs Sanderson and that-”

“Yeah. Now would be cool.”

Larry turned to his dresser. There were a bunch of pots of paint there, Sal wanted the… blue one. God, Larry’s arms ached. Blue and, green, orange, that dirt brown he mixed in a cheap contacts case that took about twenty minutes to get to look actually brown, the half empty white tube, and the new metallic silver one that still had the price tag.

“Here.” Larry’s shoulders shook and his breath stuttered. He held them out to Sal, but the other didn’t move to take them.

“Cool, thanks. What are they called?”

“Talk about giving someone whiplash, shit, uh,” Larry twisted the paints around in his hands.

“Cobalt blue, Hookers Green-” He blinked a bit, rubbed at his eyes. “Cadmium Orange- Why do you want to know the color names, just take them. Ugh fine, this is some- I don’t know brown, Titanium White. Uh, Silver something, the tag’s over it.”

“Cool. Catch,” Sal tossed something to Larry who fumbled a few of the paint tubes to catch it.

“Gross, what is that?” Larry grabbed it instinctively and balked at the tacky mass. It was both more and less solid than he thought it would be.

“Koosh ball.” Actually looking at it, yeah it was.

“What the hell-”

“Feels weird, right?” Larry tossed it back and Sal held his hands palms up. “You seemed kind of like you were freaking out, just a bit.”

“Well, no shit, you aren’t?”

“I did, do. It happens. Are those that weird foil tube thing?”

“Uh, no feels kinda like plastic for most of them.” Larry shook his head. Either he was losing way more sleep than he thought or Sal was really on some random train of thought. He put the paints back on his dresser and let out a shaky breath.

“Huh,” Larry turned around and saw Sal scanning his room. “What about that?”

“Sal, please, what the hell-” Larry snapped. He huffed out a breath and scrubbed his hands over his face again.

“Humor me? It looks like it’d be cold.” Larry picked up the spray painted baseball and tossed it over.

“Normal baseball. Kinda tacky from the paint. Not metal or anything, just-” Larry sat down on his bed. He didn’t want to fight with Sal and his weird little game right now. He was too tired. He felt so tight and stiff and exhausted. His chest hurt from trying so hard to breathe since he woke up from that nightmare…

“Cold? You’re rubbing your blanket a lot.” Larry startled when Sal spoke up.

“Oh, uh,” He ran his hands over his quilt again. The worn cotton caught in the rough patches on his hands. “Nah, didn’t realize I was.”

“Cool.” Sal leaned back into the bean bag. The filling rustled and hissed, and Sal took his sweet time readjusting to sit on it.

“You’ve got to be high or something, how are you so-” Larry gestured at Sal once he was done moving around. He leaned back and braced himself up on his elbows.

“Yeah, Gizmo splits the catnip with me.” Sal shrugged, “It’s some... thing someone told me about. When you get worked up like that, it helps. You’re supposed to touch and smell and look at a lot of things to kind of remind you what's actually around you. It can really break you out of it.”

“You lost me, Sally Face.”

“I forget what its called right now. Its questions like find five things, touch four things- listen, smell, taste. Stuff to get your mind off of whatevers freaking you out. And you start at five and count down to one. I usually end it with brushing my teeth.” He shrugged. “It helps.”

“It sounds weird.”

“You’re not pacing anymore, right? And your voice isn’t so shaky any more. It sounds like such bull, I know.”

“I mean,” Larry let himself drop to lay across his bed. “Tell me more about it?”

“Sure.”

They talk about having nightmares after everything in chapter 2- and Sal seems to have them for longer but I mean, hes got some more shit on his plate, I figure he probably got some counseling for shit- even if the 80s and 90s kind of sucked in that respect most of the time (from what i remember but i was still hella young and that wasn’t a thing that was just public info where i lived)

Sal’s talking about the 5-4-3-2-1 Coping Technique. 

First time someone told me to use it for an anxiety attack I brushed it off and thought it was bs, but someone over the phone walked me through it once when I was having a really bad time and it helped a ton. So, adding that there for anyone who maybe hasn’t heard about it before.

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Can you do the sf ut uf bro whos SO always smells good and they have to leave for a week without the skells and the SOs smell is all over the furniture? Please I need the fluff

Awwwh <3 

Swapfell

Sans

He’d never admit it, but when you’re away, he’d curl up with your pillow and pretend it’s you. Black misses you and it’s not fair that you’re scent is all over his house, it just makes him miss you even more. When you finally come home, Black is instantly at your side, cuddling and kneading on you like a cat so he could smell like you too.

Papyrus

With your scent all over the place, Rus’s animalistic instincts takes over and he spends the entire week moping and missing you, whining like a dog and rolling around in your sheets. He can’t wait for you to come back and when you do, he pounces on you and kisses you everywhere. 

Undertale

Sans

Classic tries to distract himself from your scent by covering it up with his. It’s not that you don’t smell good, but he just misses you soo much, it’s driving him crazy. Also, it’s an excuse for him to be lazy and not pick up after himself. When you come back from your trip, you’re going to have to deep clean the house with Papyrus because there are dirty socks everywhere. 

Papyrus

Papyrus is completely torn. He wants to keep his house nice and clean, but he doesn’t want to get rid of your scent until you return. He finds it comforting because it reminds him how you’re with him even when you’re not. Eventually, Paps does give in and cleans up his house because he can’t stand living in filth for too long. Besides, you would appreciate a clean house when you come home. 

Underfell

Sans (PG-13) 

Red looves that you left behind your scent. Seriously, he doesn’t leave his house because it drives him wild and he spends the entire week basically as a shut in so he could constantly “please himself” with your smell. It’s not his fault, with you smell so good and during the week, Red goes into heat. It’s agonizing having to wait for you to come home and help him out. 

Papyrus

Fell carries on like nothing going on. He tries to ignore how everything smells like you and it’s just so damn good, but he has better restraint. Eventually during the week though, Fell rolls around in your sheets, inhaling your scent and getting it all over him like a kitten bathing in catnip. When you come home, Fell immediately latches on to you and forbids you from ever leaving him that long again. Also what kind of shampoo do you use. 

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