#Tom Nook is a good man

[theoreticaltranstherian]

I fucking love the stupendium. They are like a huge role model for me regarding gender (or lack thereof) and make some of the best songs I've heard with the most amazing lyricism. I wanna br able to write songs or poems or anything even with their level of wordplay and skill it's so fuckjng cool man

[satorusugurugurl]

Here's some funny ideas I've got while at work today; a leisure streamer gojo who'd just simply streamed himself playing games naked except for his sunglasses and briefs. Rumors had it that each time his all-time top donor was replaced, the new one would get to see him ~fully naked~.

The Leisure Streamer is a Hottie!

Summary: Rumor had it the top donor of the-strongest-streamers chats get to see him naked! Now that you're the top donor will you get to see the goods or was it just a rumor. Time will tell.

Pairing: Streamer!Gojo x FAB!Reader

Warnings: language, nudity, masturbation, mutual-masturbation, skype sex??

A/N: I fell in love with this request! ugjskdkekd I love them so much! Thank you bonnie for such a great idea!! 💚💚💚

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On Friday nights, you always ran home from your last college class, avoiding people on bikes and walking by. You often got dirty looks thrown at you or the occasional ‘watch where you're going.’ But nothing would stop your stride. Friday nights were some of your favorite nights of the week. All because the-strongest-streamer live streamed on Fridays.

And the man, god fuck, he was the hottest!

Gojo Satoru, aka the-strongest-streamer, was a leisure streamer. He played games like Animal Crossing, Dream Daddy, and fluffy feel-good games in only his boxers and sunglasses. He was among the most popular streamers, not only for his looks but also for his happy-go-lucky attitude. But because of a particular rumor that started going around.

It was said in the forms online, in his comments, and even on Twitter that every time his all-time top donor was replaced, the new one would get to join a private stream with him and see him fully naked. That was just a rumor. He had denied the allegations and made it clear that the private stream was to have a meet and greet with his top donor.

The meet and greet was why you’ve been saving money for six months. You wanted to meet the man who had brought you so much joy in the last year. You stumbled across his profile when looking through videos online. You were looking for a cute cat compilation to ease the ache in your heart after your boyfriend dumped you. Instead, you found this goofball that had you smiling like an idiot on your phone.

You had been in a dark time when you first found his videos. You wanted to express your gratitude to him. Seeing him naked was not your goal in any way, shape, or form.

The second you got home, you slid over to your laptop and pulled up Gojo’s stream. He was sprawled out in his black and blue gaming chair; blue LED lights illuminated the room. Black sunglasses reflected his computer screen as he adjusted his headset.

“Tom Nook is a scammer.” He announced as hundreds of comments flooded in. “The little shit asks me to do all this for him! After all, I have to spend my hard-earned bells on upgrading the pavers. Kiss my nicely toned ass, you bastard.” You smiled, giggling as you dreamily watched him. “Ya’ know what? Next week, we'll play Sims or something; I’d rather build a house than have Tom Nook steal all my money.”

He adjusted his sunglasses as he slipped on some frappe, the logo conveniently covered so no one knew where he was. Several comments flooded in asking what he was drinking, and most people sent in small donations. All of these were things Satoru tried to answer and thank. He may miss a couple here and there, but he tried hard to get to everyone. God, he was so down to earth.

It was all of those reasons that had you clicking the donate button, sending a total of eight hundred dollars to him. Your cute little icon of a mochi popped up on his screens, flashing while music blared. The whole scene reflected off his dark sunglasses.

“Eh?!” The white tufts of his hair flowed as he moved in, focus glued to the screen. “Whoa! Whoa! Mochi-gurl-89, thank you so much for that donation!” With a chipper chime, you took the spot as his top donor. “And it looks like you're my new top donor! Just before the stream ended! I'll have one of my admins contact you so we can do our private stream. And with this, I adore you all, until next time this is the-strongest-streamer signing off!”

The second he ended his stream, your inbox chimed with a new message. As Satoru said, it was a message from one of his admins. The message was clear; you got a thirty-minute stream, maybe more if Satoru agreed. There could be no recording of your conversation or photos, which was perfectly fine. All you wanted to do was talk. After agreeing to all those terms and signing a nondisclosure form, you were sent a link to your private stream.

You had your camera off, your cute chibi mochi avatar taking up your screen as Satoru’s room was fully displayed. With a deep breath, you shook your hands, trying to ease your nerves as a door opened on Satoru’s screen. A second later, he plopped down in his gaming chair. God, he was so handsome. Fluffy white hair and chiseled abs like he was carved from marble; he was just your type.

“Hello?” he asked, “you there, mochi-gurl-89?”

“O-Oh! Uhm, yes, hi!” He stared at the screen, frowning just a bit as he saw your avatar instead of your face.

“Here, I thought I’d be talking to a fan. Instead, it's a cute mochi ball.”

You nervously giggle before clicking a few times and turning your camera on. You felt so plain compared to him. He was incredibly sexy, and you were just an average college girl. In your opinion, there wasn’t much to see.

“Oh.” Satoru breathed out, drawing your attention back to the screen. You swear to God, you choked on your breath. Because he had taken his sunglasses off, revealing cerulean eyes behind white lashes. “Wow, you're fuckin’ hot.”

“Oh! Uhm—”

“Fuck! Sorry, did I say that out loud?” he sulked back in his chair. “I'm so sorry. I'm not one of those creeps who stalk their followers. I, I was expecting—”

“A giant ball of mochi?” The sweetness of your voice seems to have him relaxing as he realizes you didn't mind his compliment.

“Exactly.”

You cup some of your hair behind your ear, biting your lip. “Sorry to disappoint, but thank you for the compliment.”

“And thank you for the generous donation! That means a lot to me.”

“Thank you for being such a beacon of light in my life.” Did popular streamers think comments like that were cringe? “I hope that doesn’t come off creepy or weird.”

“I've had fans send me their underwear. Being a beacon of light to you is the least weirdest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

You can't help the wide, warm smile that spreads across your face. “You have no clue how happy that makes me. I went through a nasty break and the night that it happened. I found one of your—” his fingers played with the hem of his boxers. “Your stream—and you—” fingers gently lift the hem, and you focus on his face. “Uhm Gojo?” The man on your screen hums.

“Yes, mochi-gurl?”

“I—I heard about you getting naked for the private streams.” Using your hands, you shield your vision. “B-But you don't have to do that! I just wanted to talk.”

“Eh?!” peeking through your fingers, you watch the white-haired man turn red. “Naked! No! No shit fuck, I'm sorry! I'm not a perv, I swear to god.” He shields his face in his hands, grumbling some incoherent words that you can't make out.

Gojo didn't seem like the type to be a pervert, and from his reaction, it wasn't like you’d caught him fully undressing in front of you. If anything, he seemed more embarrassed than you. After gathering your thoughts, you leaned a bit closer to your screen.

“Gojo?”

His white hair flies as his head jerks up. “I-I know about the rumors! How I get nude for my private streams for my top donors, but that is nothing more than a rumor, I swear!” Your eyes widen as he stares directly at you, into your soul. “I promise you I wasn't about to do anything remotely weird.” His face is almost entirely red, and his bottom lip is between his teeth as he scans your features.

“Okay,” you tentatively begin, “then what were you doing?”

“That's the thing; it's going to sound ten times worse when I tell you what I was doing.” you motion with your hands for him to continue. “Okay, just promise you won't put me on blast or try to cancel me?” When you nod, the leisure streamer grumbles before tilting his head back. “I-I’m sorry, but you're really hot. Like super mega hot.” Thank god your room is so dark, or he could see how flushed you were. “So hot, my stupid dick decided to spot a hard-on.” He rolls his chair back just an inch, revealing the extremely hard bulge in his boxers. “I was trying to discreetly lift the waistband so you wouldn't see how hard I was.”

A string of ‘I’m sorry’ echoes on the other end of the screen. Gojo’s blue eyes focused on you, waiting to see how you reacted to the news. His shy demeanor and the bulge in his boxers have you shifting in your seat. Heat pools between your thighs. God, were you getting wet? Rubbing your thighs together, you confirmed that you were as you felt your arousal. You bite down on your inner cheek to prevent a moan from sounding.

“Hey, mochi-gurl? You're too quiet, and you look super pissed. I'm sorry.” Gojo’s voice seems to enhance your growing arousal. He sits back, cocking a brow as you peer at him with dark needy eyes through your lashes. “H-Hey you go-goo—oh fuck.” He watches as you stick your hand between your legs.

“You think I’m hot?” Your voice is so smooth, with desire.

“Y-Yeah, super hot.” Gojo follows suit, his hand reaching back down, fingertips slipping under the band of his boxers. “The hottest fuckin’ girl I've ever seen.”

Pressing your fingers against your shorts, you rub your clit in slow circles. “Gojo, you’re girlfriend won't find us doing this?” The man on the screen before you scoff, his hand sliding fully into his boxers.

“Girlfr-ahh—” his hand moved up and down, “fuuuck—what girlfriend? I-I go to the gym, hang out with my friends, and live stream.” Watching him stroke himself has you feeling feral. “Plus streaming half naked, well, let's just say girls don't like that.”

You rubbed your clit faster, “As a girl, I like it.” White brows knitted on your screen. “I like it a lot; it's so hot.” Gojo watched, head resting back against his chair as you slid your hand up your shirt, cupping your breasts, massaging yourself.

“Y-Yeah? Does your boyfriend like it?”

“I don't have one~”

Gojo growled, biting down on his lip. “Really?” He leaned back, spreading his legs apart. “Lucky me.” Pursing your lips together, you tilted your head back. “Fuck, you're so fucking hot, sweetheart.” something overcame you. A boldness you hadn’t experienced before. Taking the bottom of your T-shirt, you put it between your teeth and lifted it, revealing your bare chest to your favorite streamer. “Oooh fuck, you have the prettiest tits.” Gojo watched as your fingers moved elegantly over your skin, kneading your breast until your nipples were hard. “How rude of me, you’re showing me yours might as well show you mine.”

A choke sounds in your throat as you nearly release your T-shirt from between your teeth. Gojo had pulled his boxers down just enough to hook them underneath his balls, freeing his gorgeous cock. His cock throbbed and twitched underneath his hand as he gently began stroking it up and down. Watching him stroking himself, twisting his wrist, squeezing it just around the tip, causing his head to tilt back, and seeing that made you do something you had never done.

Gojo could hear you shuffling in the background before your screen suddenly turned, and he faced a couch. You plopped down, your shorts discarded. With his jaw dropped open, Gojo watched as you spread your legs as wide as you could in front of the camera and rubbed your fingers over your wet pussy. You had never done something like this before. Sexting, yes, but full-on masturbating in front of a stranger, this was something you never thought you would do.

“Holy, you're so wet.” his hand sped up around his cock. “God, look at you. You’re so fucking pretty.” his thumb brushed over the slit rubbing pre-cum over the tip. “God, I wanna taste you. I bet you smell fucking delicious.”

“I want to suck you off, fuck, Gojo~ fuuuck.” coding your fingers in your slick, you rub quick, fast circles around your clit, causing your legs to tremble. “Gojo~ Gojo~”

“N-No, call me Satoru, please.”

“Satoru~”

Goj—Satoru tilts his head forward, his burning gaze on you, watching you slide a finger inside your tight heat. You don't think you've ever been so aroused. Having a stranger watching you finger yourself as he jerks off had your walls clenching around your fingers. Satoru must have thought the same thing because his tip dribbles more pre-cum, his cock throbbing hard as he matches his pace with yours.

“Oh god, I'm so wet.” Slick coats your fingers as you rub your clit with your thumb. “I can't remember the last time I was this wet.”

“I can tell, god, you're soaked.” Glancing at the screen, you can see Satoru gritting his teeth. “Oh fuck, I-I’m so hard it hurts, I-I’ve never done this before. God feels so good; all my brain is thinking is, ‘dick hard, feel good.’”

The conversation dies down, replaced with whines, moans, and grunts of pleasure. Your eyes never miss each other. You both constantly look each other over, whispering each other’s names like prayers. You try to imagine how his thick, long fingers would feel inside of you instead of your own. You know that he could reach the sweet spots inside you that you loved. At the same time, Satoru imagines replacing his hand with your own while his fingers take the place of yours.

Both of you are so worked up that you find yourself dangling over the edge of an orgasm before you know it. Your legs are trembling, toes curling, while Satoru’s hand moves faster his other hand, reaching down, cupping his balls, massaging them. Both of you are lost in each other’s pleasure without even touching the other. There’s chemistry between you. Both you and Satoru can feel it through the screen.

“Oh fuck, of fuck, fuuuuck fuck!” Satoru leans closer to his screen to watch you. “Oh god, I can feel it coming; it’s gonna be a big one. Baby~ fuuuck, please tell me you’re close.”

“S-So close.” a sharp inhale of breath sounds, “Oooh fuckin’ shit, Satoru, I’m gonna cum~.”

“Oi.” your eye hazily find him, “look at me when you cum.”

That, god, that was the hottest thing anyone has ever told you. “Cummin! Oh fuck, Satoru~! Satorruu!” the screen that leaves your body almost doesn’t sound human as you squirt all over your couch. Even though your orgasm is the hardest one you’ve ever experienced, not once do your eyes leave his.

“Good girl~ good fuckin girl.” his praises leave your cunt twitching. “Oh fuck, gonna fill you up all the way. Tell me you want it. Please.”

“Yes~ Satoru, inside~ inside~!”

The veins and his neck protrude as he slams his free fist against his desk, causing his setup to shake. Ropes and ropes of white cum spurt out of his cock. The sticky substance coats his abdomen, on the top of his thighs and hand.

“Fuck~ fuck~fuuuck!” His hand continues, moving up and down his shaft, milking his cock for all that it’s worth. “Fuuuck!” he hisses out through clenched teeth.

Several seconds pass, both of you breathing heavily, recovering from your orgasms. Swallowing hard at your dry throat, you slowly pull your fingers out of you with a wince. Satoru was the next move, grabbing some tissues off his desk and cleaning himself up. You can’t help but laugh softly in the silence of cleaning yourselves.

Hearing the angelic sound leaving your mouth, Satoru focuses his blue eyes on you. “What’s got you giggly over there?” much to his disappointment, you slide your shorts back on before sitting back on the couch.

“That was one hell of a meet and greet.”

Satoru’s lets out a rough laugh.”Yeah, it sure as hell was. I think I owe you a proper meet and greet.” The streamer let out a content sigh. “Are you free tomorrow night? I’d be happy to answer any questions you may have.” he leans back, fixing his boxers.

“Think you can keep your boner down long enough for that?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I can’t make any promises that it’ll behave.”

“Huh, what if I don’t want it to behave?”

Flushed cheeks darken in color as Satoru’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “Goddamn, you're so hot. Who knew some chick with a mochi avatar was going to have me stroking my cock tonight.” God, he was so cute, both physically and in personality. “Which is super cute, by the way. Did you do it yourself, or did you have an artist commission it? Because I am in dire need of some new avatar artwork for my videos.”

“I drew it myself. I’m a freelance graphic design artist.”

“You takin’ commissions right now, Miss oh-so-hot-and-talented?”

“If I get this job I want tomorrow, I might have to take a brief break. But I would make an exception for you.”

Satoru opens his mouth to say something, but there’s a knock on the door behind him. “Shit, sorry, I gotta go; I promised my roommate I would help him hook up a computer upstairs.” With one final glance in your direction, Satoru, for once, was elated over a rumor that had spread about him over the Internet. “Tomorrow same time, mochi-gurl?”

“Sounds great, Satoru.”

After bidding farewell to the exceptionally hot man, you pass out on the couch. From the excitement of getting to meet your favorite streamer to the intensity of your orgasm. The combination of those contributing factors knocked you on your ass. While your neck was stiff, falling asleep like that on the couch allowed you to get some of the best sleep in months.

You woke up refreshed and ready for your interview that morning. Satoru had put a peep in your step as you walked into the coffee shop you had an interview with. The owner wanted to develop a new logo design for the shop. One that was both warm, welcoming, and had an adorable mascot.

“Wow,” The man across from you flips through your portfolio, “you're talented. You’re just a freelance artist?”

“Mhmm, I don’t like big corporations. I would rather help out small businesses and help support our local community.”

The man interviewing you brushes dark bangs out of his face, his tongue running over his lip piercing. “We love supporters of small businesses. People like you that keep our place going.” He brushes long, dark strands of hair before his dark eyes leave the page before him, meeting your nervous gaze. “Which is why I think you would be a great fit. Your art is exactly what I’m looking for when I think of our logo.”

“Really? That’s so good to hear. I promise you I won’t disappoint you. I’ll be sure to make your dreams come true.”

Your interviewer shuts your portfolio, handing it back to you. He held out his hand, his nails painted black, and his rings on almost every finger. When you first walked into this cute café, you were intimidated by the stranger. He was covered in tattoos and piercings, and his gauges were huge, but he couldn't have been any nicer. So, without hesitation, you stood up, shaking his hand.

“I'm looking forward to doing business with you, Geto.”

“Same goes for me; I’ll give you a tour and introduce you to everyone.”

Rainbow Dragon Cafe recently went viral for its excellent coffee, pastries, and aesthetic. Not only was it a café, but it was also a gaming café. There is a bar where people can enjoy their coffee and booths where they can sit down and work on projects if needed. On one wall, there’s a large flat-screen TV playing compilations of different streamers talking to the camera as they play games. A large sectional couch was set up in front of it so people could sit down and watch if they wanted to.

The other wall was set up so that people could take photos with the company's logo behind them. That was if they had a logo, which is where you came in. For the next few months, your job was to help the owner, Geto Suguru, design and revamp his menu and website. Once you succeed in your mission, a cute neon sign with the logo will be placed on the wall, covered in fake vines and flowers. It is the perfect spot to take photos and hashtag the cafe in their posts.

“This is Shoko; she manages the front and helps run orders to tables.” A woman with dark brown hair waved at you casually as she passed a cigarette in her mouth and headed for the front.

“Taking a smoke break, I’ll be right back.”

Geto led you into the back, where an espresso machine hissed. “Back here is Ryomen Sukuna; he is my best barista.” The muscular, pink-haired man in front of you, covered in tattoos, slammed a rag down on the counter.

“I'm not some fucking barista; I’m the king of coffee.”

“Right, king of coffee, sorry.” Geto introduced you to several other workers. Most of them were just high schoolers working there as a part-time. Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki waved at you before returning to doing their inventory. “And you’ll meet my girls eventually. They said something about getting more couches or pillows for the front. They’re the head of our social media team.”

You lean over the counter with Geto, overlooking the shop that you were hired to help. “I love the setup you guys have. It’s got my creative juices flowing.” Glancing at the TV, you watch a compilation of different streamers reacting to jump scares. “But I’m curious. Why make it a gaming cafe?” Geto follows your gaze, humming at your question.

“That’s all because of my best friend. I didn’t want just to run a cafe and bookstore; I wanted to do something different. He pitched the idea. A place for people to sip coffee, read a book, or play video games.”

“Sounds like he’s a good friend.”

“He is.” Geto jerks his thumb in the direction of a door. “He rents out the basement while I live in the loft upstairs. He's an investor; you might get to meet him if he ever drags his stupid ass out of the basement.”

“Oh, that wou—”

Before you finish your sentence, the door Geto is still pointing at is slammed open. “Suguru! Hey, do you think I could borrow that blue shirt of y-you—” God, if you hadn’t been holding onto the counter, you might’ve passed out? Blue eyes that had been locked and focused on the night before met your gaze. You almost didn’t recognize him because he was wearing clothes. “H-Holy shit, mochi-gurl?!”

Your favorite leisure streamer, the man you had masturbated with the night before, was standing right in front of you—more like towering over at a total of six three feet. Words seem to evade you as you stutter. “G-Gojo?” Why was the room spinning all of a sudden?

“Hey, I thought we went over this last night. You can call me Satoru!” his smile fades as soon as it appears on his face. “Sweetheart? Oh shi—” He’s rushing forward just as your world fades to black due to shock.

This was a dream right, it had to be a dream!

Forever Tag List:

@darkstarlight82 @pandoness @nealeart @simp-plague @sugurubabe

[rhenuvee]

Playing Animal Crossing New Horizons with Genshin Boys [Modern AU]

A/N: This is not important but I almost wrote sea bass with the characters

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Treats it like Minecraft. Farms the heck out of your island for materials, and makes his own little "base" that's bordered by fences. Has enough wood, rocks, iron nuggets, etc to supply him for a year.

Razor, Bennett, Albedo, Alhaitham, Chongyun, Gorou, Kazuha, Mika, Thoma, Tighnari, Wanderer, Xiao

Chaotic. Attacks you with a net, sends you purposely cringey notes with a smelly sea bass attached, dresses like a hot dog after telling him to dress nice for a picture, probably decorates his house like a demon summoning ritual.

Childe, Cyno (does it to make you laugh), Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Venti

Has sooo many bells... and from what?? He is your resident glucose father, always giving his bells to you to pay your debts. That 75,000 bell piano? It's yours. Really good with the Daisy Mae stonks, buys 100 turnips every time.

Alhaitham (asks you to catch a Coelacanth first), Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya

Broke. You’re the one with millions of bells. Takes so long for him to get out of the tent, and can't pay his home loans for days- but always has money for buying random things like a chair? Sometimes they have bells, but still ask you for some to annoy you. Also frequently gets scammed by Redd.

Bennett, Itto, Kaveh ("why does this feel oddly familiar..?"), Venti

Trash island. They are hoarders (honestly me). Your island's trees are still at the original random locations, along with weeds you have to pick every time, and some unknown "leaves" scattered everywhere. You say this is the reason Isabel gave your island a 2* rating but he denies it.

Bennett, Razor, Cyno, Itto, Venti

Clumsy. Always gets stung by wasps because he never takes out the net on time, falls for pitfall seed traps, and lots and lots of sea bass.

Bennett, Gorou, Itto, Kaveh

Treats it like Pokemon. Catches every single fish, bug and ocean species, completes the art gallery, every DIY. If you need something caught or made, he's your man.

Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Cyno, Freminet, Kazuha, Mika, Razor, Heizou, Thoma, Tighnari

Wholesome af. This one gifts you sweet letters with nice gifts, aw. Plants lots of flowers outside your houses. Always gives you things you need. Probably decorated a small little space your you two, and gives the villagers nice gifts too.

Ayato, Baizhu, Bennett, Freminet, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Mika, Thoma, Venti

Doesn't really play video games... but he knows you like it so he tries to understand it. He's like a tourist, following you around, occasionally getting sidetracked by random things such as villagers. He doesn't know about the mailing system (yet) so he drops off gifts for you in front of your house.

Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Mika, Razor, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli

Villager drama enthusiast (but chaotic). You tell him about your island and the personalities of your villagers. He goes a step further by making up gossip like "_____ cannot be neighbours with _____ because he cheated on her with _____!"

Childe, Kaeya, Kaveh, Lyney, Heizou, Venti, Xingqiu

The artist. Takes Animal Crossing very seriously. Has only the best clothes and furniture, sometimes making his own custom designs. Terraformed and decorated your island to a T, and takes cute pictures with you in the museum's aquarium, fireworks festival, etc.

Kaveh, Kaeya, Kazuha, Lyney, Venti

The competitive one. Originally he thought Animal Crossing was just a cutesy game. Once you introduce him to it, it doesn't take long for him to complain about Tom Nook being a capitalist and struggling to pay his loans and complete the museum. You offer to help but he insists on doing it himself.

Itto, Tighnari, Wanderer, Kaveh

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[lemonmaid]

Video games I think the Dorm Leadera play religiously.

Riddle Rosehearts: Candy Crush

"Bro how are you already on level 679?"

"I've been plating this game since it was release. It's a stress relief"

"I think you should go to therapy instead"

Leona Kingscholar: Clash Royal or God of War (franchise).

I feel like he only plays these when he is truly bored and not tired.

"So If you actually don't like video games. Why do you have all the consoles to play this franchise?"

"Leave me be, I'm trying to concentrate"

"I'm just saying if you can afford this. You can afford to pay me for spying on Malleus".

Azul Ashengrotto: Animal Crossing or Project Sekai

This dude HATES Tom Nook, like he has a fully furnished town.

"This town is so aestheticly pleasing"

"I know, I've worked hard earning my fair share of bells. The only thing that stands in my way is that damn squirrel"

"I'm pretty sure he is a raccoon"

Kalim Al - Asim:(downloads any game he gets an Ad for).

"Um Kalim, I found the reason why you have no storage"

"Oh those are all my games!"

"Yeah, I see that but like, some of these games came out in ####. They aren't even on the appstore no more"

"Don't delete any, I still play those"

Vil Schoenheit: Cult of the Lamb or Sky

"Ooo Vil, I didn't take for you to play these type of games"

"I only play these to connect with fans, my manager says it builds good reputation. This and my Vtubing gig"

"Wait. you're a vtuber?"

Idia Shroud: literally has played every game that has been uploaded onto the internet.

"So like what game have you've not played?"

"Ugh, I hate those dress up games. They are for babies"

"But you've downloaded Dress Up Nikki? And pre-bought tickets to the upcoming moive?"

"Just because I hate something doesn't mean I don't enjoy the lore"

"WHAT LORE?"

Malleus Draconia: Sims

When this man gets introduced to better technology, he will be in his room playing Sims (every franchise but we all have distaste for sims 4 without the mods).

"Yuu look at our little family!"

"Oh Horten, that's adorable... why do you have 1000+ hours?! That's about 5 weeks?! How?!"

"...Fae have no use of the concept of time"

"MALLEUS!"

Authors Note:

Sorry if this looks rushed or poorly written, I had this in drafts for a long time and decided today to finish writing it. I hope yall enjoyed it though.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six

TW: violence, choking, mentions of bdsm, abuse of authority, cops, unfair power dynamics, harassment, body fluids and drug use mentions, mentions of harm/accidents

For California, it’s a bit chilly out this morning. The sun is getting a lazy late start, just beginning to yawn golden orange and fiery yellow over the horizon. Julian’s hair in that light is the high shine of fashion magazine model locs, and you’re, as usual, opening your mouth before you think. “What shampoo and conditioner do you use?”

He seems thoroughly amused. “Honestly? You’re going to be mad about it.” 

“Try me,” you prod, slipping inside his little sports car that smells like lemon air freshener and coffee. 

He seems a little cramped in the seat, knees bent up and head almost touching the ceiling, and you wonder if he actually even tried to get into this thing before buying it. 

“It’s a rental,” he explains.

“Did you get into an accident?”

“A truck hit mine while it was parked.” 

“How are you so calm about that? I’d punch someone.” 

He looks over at you with a sculpted, raised brow. “I just cannot imagine you hurting a fly, y/n.” 

“Flies are innocent, truck drivers are free game.” 

He gives you a big laugh that strokes the flame of your ego. “You’re hilarious. I use men’s body wash.” 

“What?” Okay, he’s right, you are a little mad. You use shampoo and conditioner that are specifically supposed to soften your hair, but the poof on your head absolutely pales in comparison to his soft, beautiful mane that gets the luxury of … what? Old spice? Axe body wash? 

“I told you,” he sings, turning on the engine. 

Genetics is a bitch. 

He takes you to a fancy little French inspired coffee shop cuddled into the center of an outlet mall with salt lamps and big ferns and comfy chairs. You settle into a nook closests to the sunned windows so Julian can keep an eye on his rental, which is understandable. No part of LA is good to have a Porsche in, but especially not the inner city. 

“This is delicious,” you tell him through a mouthful of warm croissant, covering your lips in embarrassment when you realize that your table manners are less than adequately prepared for a date with a doctor. 

“They have the best coffee,” he agrees, taking a sip of his steaming latte. 

You don’t have time to stop your brain from comparing Julian to a certain cop you know who prefers his coffee black and bitter, or at least that’s what he told you when he saw you drinking your vanilla cream cold foam at the nurse’s station. 

Julian is talking, you think, and you’re only half listening while you remember how Tom had snatched that drink right out of your hands and held it up in the air. 

“Give it back!” You hissed, reaching up on tiptoes while he laughed at the pathetic rescue attempt. 

“Careful, honey, don’t hurt yourself for this pathetic excuse of caffeine. What is it anyway? Is there even coffee in here?” 

After he walked away with his discharge paperwork, your coworkers were understandably curious about the tall, puckish cop who fucked with you any chance he got. 

Miguel watched his ass move the whole way down the hallway and out the glass exit doors while literally clutching the rosary under his scrub shirt as if a devil had just walked by, then looked over at you. “What a man.”

“Are you alright?” Julian asks, bringing you back to the present conversation with a hand over your forearm. He does seem concerned, and it makes you feel like a piece of shit. This guy is a gentleman and here you are on a date with him fantasizing about the brute that is Tom Ludlow. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You wave away his concern. “Tell me about you, Julian. What do you do for fun? Doctor-by-night, Violin-player-by-morning? 

He chuckles. “Nothing that cultured. I like riding motorcycles.”

“Really?” You ask, genuinely surprised and trying to imagine Julian in a gang of bikers with cracked leather skull and snake jackets. 

“I love them.” He nods. “I have three that I take for long rides along the coast. You get lost in it, the wind and salt and sand. The rumble of the engine under you.”

“I’ve never been on one,” you tell him, “and I’m honestly surprised you ride them after what we see in the ER. Don’t you remember that guy that had his calf hanging on by a tendon? Or that woman who had half her face missing?” 

“Yes, I do. But I go the speed limit and wear the proper gear. And I like the thrill.” 

It’s not just the casual t-shirt and worn jeans or the way the light halos his thick silk nest of hair or the roguish grin that makes you see Julian in an entirely new way, now. “You’re wild, Dr. Mercer.”

He licks spilled cream at the ridge of his coffee cup, rubs at the skin of your forearm with his fingers, and winks. You wonder what he would look like between your legs doing the same thing, except with your fingers gripping that luscious hair. 

“You should let me take you for a ride, sometime,” he suggests, and for a minute you forget you’re talking about motorcycles. 

“Oh, I don’t know, Julian.”

“C’mon.” He nudges your knee under the table and relaxes back into his seat, now reminding you too much of someone else you know. Same height, same hair color, same facial structure. 

Fuck. Really? 

“Good boyfriends take their girlfriends on long, romantic motorcycle rides.” 

“But you’re not my boyfriend.”

His smile droops a little bit and it makes you feel bad for being so illiterately ignorant. Well, you feel bad until he opens his mouth. “I am, though.”

He paints it playful, but it sounds a little bit pushy-bossy, even. “I don’t know about that, either, Julian.”

He tries a different angle. “You know, believe it or not, most women would consider me quite the catch.” 

You hope your face doesn’t betray the little bit of ick you get from him saying something so egotistical. “I don’t doubt it, and you deserve someone that can give you what you’re looking for.” 

“You think you can’t give me what I’m looking for?” He leans across the table in sudden intensity, and you balk at the notion. 

“No, I honestly don’t.”

“Why?”

You start to say something, but he cuts you off. “And, I really mean why? Why can’t you give me what I’m looking for? Enlighten me.” 

“I’m not-I have too much baggage.” You unconsciously lean away from his swelling intensity. 

“That’s a little vague.” He frowns. 

“I’m not normal, Julian. You seem like you would like normal women.” You cringe at the childish sentiment, but truly have no idea how to get the point across except for basically telling him that you’re a freak with a bad past and worse coping mechanisms. You eat slices of bread for dinner and drink out of the milk carton. Julian probably irons his shirts. This will not work. 

“You’re assuming I’m normal?”

“Yes. I guess I am.” You lean back and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Well, I’m not. In fact, I’ll prove it to you.” He takes out his wallet, pulls a laminated card from it, and slides it over the table to you. 

“What..” It’s a little red card framed in black with big bold letters on the front advertising a BDSM club in the heart of downtown Venice. “What is this?” 

“BDSM is bondage, domination-“

“I know what that is,” you interrupt. “I just meant.. You go here?”

“I do.” He nods and takes a drink. “I occasionally engage in scenes.”

You decide that you should coat your suddenly very dry mouth and drink a big gulp of your coffee. “Like with a dominatrix?”

He laughs at you, puts his head in his hand and shakes his head. “No. I prefer to be the dominant one.” 

You look at-really, really look at this man for the first time and honestly cannot imagine him taking that role. 

He must see the confusion on your face, because his laughter grows. “That’s the usual reaction I get.”

Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity killed the-you know what, fuck it. 

“So, what do you do at the club?” 

“A typical play scene, you mean?” How in the hell he can be so casual and relaxed about this you’re not sure. Because you can already feel the cold sweat breaking along your shoulders and neck. 

“I guess? Yeah.”

“Well, ideally the woman is tied up in some fashion, and of course there’s a safe word, negotiated limits. Perhaps a punishment scenario with pain play. Are you okay?” 

He looks at your table-clutching, white knuckled hands, searches your face, giving you a genuine concerned expression that makes you wonder what actually is going on with you right now. You feel like you're on a tightrope over a ravine of crocodiles and Julian’s on the other end lazily sawing at the rope with dull scissors.

“I’m fine,” you say breathily, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. “Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about all that.”

His gentle smile is nothing less than kind, though maybe also, a little disappointed. “I get that a lot too.”

“Is that…the only way you enjoy sex?” you ask quietly, leery of the blue-haired old lady just two tables away.

“No,” he seems happy to tell you. “Though it is…the way I enjoy sex most.”

You blink, digesting this with understandable trepidation. He’s basically telling you that it would be impossible to be in a relationship with him without dipping into this eventually. And you…? 

Are definitely intrigued, and you’re not really sure why.

“You said you have baggage,” Julien probes cautiously. You can feel him looking at you, but you’re not quite up to eye contact with him yet. You fix your gaze out the window. “Well, I do too. I haven’t had a perfect life. No one does, and I’m not interested in a perfect girlfriend. I like you, y/n.”

You feel your breath go out in an audible whoosh. It actually makes him smile-you feel it like rays of the sun. How can this man be so warm, and yet have such a dark side?

Well, maybe it’s not a dark side, you reason. Maybe it’s just…a thing he likes, and between consenting adults, what’s the harm?

“So…” You can’t help but think about how odd this is, discussing this in this coffee shop filled with mild-mannered caffeine addicts. What you really want to ask, is what happened to him that makes him like this kind of sexual play, but you know it would be too far, and you damn well don’t feel like talking about your own fucked up past. But there is something you do feel you have a right to know. “Is this something you want to do to me?” 

Again, he fixes you with that bad boy smirk that gives you chills and utterly ruins your panties. “Since the moment you stood up to me over that patient,” he admits. And maybe that should alarm you, that he wants to tie you up and hurt you for being defiant about something that deserved defiance. It does alarm you, but… It also… It sounds a little thrilling. “In fact-“

Julian and the rest of the world and even your own thoughts disappear when you meet a pair of familiar, sun tinted eyes out the window of the coffee shop. He’s grinning-when is he not grinning at you like he knows what it does to your helpless insides?-and licking his fingers, tearing off a yellow parking ticket to slap it under the windshield of Julian’s rental.

“Uh, Julian-“ 

“Just let me finish,” Julian insists. His bossy tone irritates you, but Tom brightens the mood by making a jerking off motion towards the doctor, and then winking at you. 

You can’t help but laugh. It’s honestly involuntary, the loud wheeze that tears from your chest and makes Julian look outside to see the yellow ticket shining under his wiper as Ludlow’s ass saunters away. 

You’re not sure what Julian’s plan is when he storms outside to catch Ludlow by the arm, but you’re definitely following ten strides behind to prevent his untimely death. 

“I’m parked legally.” His voice is a menacing growl instead of the smooth honey you’re used to, and yeah, maybe now you can see a little bit of that Dominant Persona he was talking about. 

“Not after 9AM,” Tom says, unbothered by Julian’s anger, still grinning like an idiot. 

“It’s eight-thirty,” Julian argues, tugging on Tom’s sleeve-that earns him a bent back arm and even the appearance of handcuffs. 

“Tom, stop it, fucking really?” 

“Sorry, honey, your boyfriend’s going to jail.” 

“For what?!” You and Julian both demand at once. 

“Putting his pristine fucking hands on what’s mine.” Tom tugs Julian up on his toes and clicks one handcuff into place. 

You hope he means his uniform, but you have a feeling he doesn’t. 

“That’s way too tight and you know it,” Julian grunts. 

“What, someone likes to dish it out but can’t take it? Don’t be a bitch,” Tom muses, grabbing Julian’s other arm and twisting it-not gently-behind his back. 

“Tom, you fucking dickhead.” 

He looks at you as he’s putting the other cuff on your date. “Oh, I’ll deal with you later.” His grin looks more like a snarl at this point, and you think that Julian could probably take some pretty good Dom pointers from Tom, because your heart is galloping and your clit is pulsing despite the absolute absurdity of the situation. Also-it's a miracle-your sassing mouth has snapped shut. 

After Officer Ludlow practically throws Dr. Mercer into the back of his Charger, slamming the door, he turns to you with a smirk and his thumb in his belt. Goddammit, if that fucking look doesn’t go straight to your lady parts.

“Tom…you cannot do this.” 

A tow truck has pulled up, and is in process of impounding the sweet little Porsche.

He steps up to you in those big black boots that make him a mile tall.

“You’d be surprised what I can and cannot do, sweetheart.”

“Please.” You hate how desperate you know you sound. 

He taps his chin. “Well, I do like the sound of that. But it would be a lot more convincing if you got on your knees and said it.”

“You asshole,” you seethe, even as you can feel the moisture pooling between your legs.

“That kinda language definitely isn’t going to get Doctor Bitch Boy out of my car.”

“What the fuck do you want then?” You know it was a stupid question the moment it flies from your mouth. He’s going to reply with something filthy, and demeaning, and-

“Have dinner with me.”

You’re going to need another tow truck just to get your jaw up off the ground. 

“You’re going to get in trouble for this,” you say. “This isn’t harassing a lowly broke-ass nurse. He is going to sue the shit out of you.”

Tom just snorts at that, unimpressed. “Did you know your friend likes to hang out at a BDSM club in Venice Beach? Whips and chains and shit? Bet this asshole has mommy issues from here to Pasadena. Come on, y/n, you don’t need that in your life.”

It almost sounds like he’s…worried about you?

Officer Ludlow has no idea how badly he’s misjudged you, now that he’s pissed you off. “Maybe I like it,” you snipe back, stretching up so you’re almost in his face. “Fact is, it’s none of your fucking business.”

Ludlow just narrows his eyes down at you, those dark orbs glinting like sharp obsidian. “Well, sorry, guess he’s not tying you up tonight, baby. He’s gotta cool down in the tank.”

He makes to go, but you reach out, not grabbing him, per se, but just touching his chest. He freezes, and you can practically feel him vibrating beneath your hand. With excitement, because he fucking lives for being an asshole, or…you hate to think you know the real answer.

His mitt of a hand covers yours, holding it just above his heart.

“Tom….” Caught up in this tension between you, you’re not even sure what you’re asking now. 

You expect him to say something dirty, or snide, but instead you swear that just for a moment, his gaze softens as he looks down at you. “Dinner?” he asks again, with a note of hope in his voice that is almost endearing, if he wasn’t being such a class A jerk.

“I can’t.”

His demeanor changes in less than a second, drawing up to his full height, his shoulders squared. He flicks down his sunglasses that were on his head, so you can no longer even see his eyes. His voice changes, drops an octave, something. The authority in it makes you shudder inside. “Wave to Dr. Bitch Boy, y/n, we’re going for a little ride.”

Before you can grab him, or do anything, really, Tom is behind the wheel, speeding off with a very pissed off Julian in the back seat.

Your heart drops to your feet as you are left standing there alone on the sidewalk without a ride, and completely at a loss as to what to do.

***

“I’m going to fucking sue you,” Julian grits, kicking the back of Tom’s seat for good measure. 

“Yeah, yeah, with your doctor money,” Tom grumbles, taking a big swig of coffee with one hand and steering recklessly with the other because it’s fun to watch that skinny fuck bounce around helplessly in the seat. 

“I’m not getting booked tonight, Officer Ludlow. I’m calling my fucking lawyer.”

“Sorry, Doctor Bitch, your Lawyer’s busy until tomorrow afternoon, didn’t you hear?”

“You son of a-“

Tom gasses the car over a big pothole and it sends Julian flying into the opposite door. It’s a sight he could almost get off to.

Julian, big goose egg swelling up on his temple, gets yanked out of the squad car and tossed on the shit smeared, needle peppered streets of South Central. “They probably need you here more than the hospital, Doctor. Have fun–”

“Wait! Fuck. I’m still cuffed for fuck’s sake!” Tom gives the little guy credit for being able to get up on his feet so fast with his hands behind his back and a probable minor concussion. “You can’t leave me here.”

Tom pauses with his hand on the lip of the hot car door, but only to memorize the sight of a sweat-stained, wild eyed, trembling distinguished doctor about to get his shit wrecked on the mean LA Streets. He’s guessing Julian’s never visited much outside of Hollywood, Venice, and Santa Monica, and the cute little horrified expression on his face is testament to that. 

Tom taps the hood of his car. “See ya, Doc.” 

“You know,” Julian says, “this isn’t going to stop me from seeing her, Tom.” 

Well, if he wants a fight. 

Tom slams the charger door, whips off his belt, backs Julian up until he falls on his ass into a steaming puddle of unknown origin, and loops the leather around his neck. 

He tugs him up by the belt, onto his toes, eliminating that fraction of height difference just so he can see the whites of this prick’s eyes. 

He doubles the wrap of the belt in his fist, and Julian sputters something unintelligible through a thick choke. 

“What’s wrong? Thought you liked this shit?” Tom pretends to wait for an answer that he prevents. “Oh, that’s right, you like being the one doing the choking. That gets your dick wet, huh? Beating on women?” 

He wants nothing more than to choke this fucker unconscious and leave him on the streets for the hepatitis rats to chew on his toes, and, fuck it, if he ends up passing out by the time Tom’s done saying his peace, then so be it. 

“You can see her all you want, asshole. Take her on as many dates as you like. But if I see one fuckin’ bruise on her-one red mark on that pretty skin-I’m gonna make the rest of your short life very fucking unpleasant. Comprende?” 

[demiboydemon]

Weird Animal Crossing Headcanons!

Tom Nook used to be married to Redd, now is dating KK Slider. He used to just have a crush on him, but after KK came to the island they got drunk on vacation juice and hooked up in the closed Able Sisters’ changing room, and other places after Sable caught them and kicked them out. The next morning, they talked about it and decided to take things slow. After meeting up every Saturday for a few months, they put labels on things. Timmy and Tommy who were so glad to see their Dad/Uncle happy, even though Tom Nook had to make up a sfw story about how they got together.

Redd is single, but still likes Tom Nook. He’s scornful and jealous that Tom has moved on. He always hopes that he will see him in his boat and want him back. It hasn’t worked yet, but he’s hoping if he keeps selling fake art, Tom will get mad enough to talk to him. Recently he came to tell Redd that he was welcome to sell his art on the regular part of the island as long as he didn’t claim the forgeries were real, but Redd told him to go fuck himself.

Blathers is married to Brewster. It was hard being long distance so Brewster decided to move to the island, too. Sometimes Blathers is self-conscious about how much he talks, but Brewster finds it adorable. Sometimes a family is a bird who talks too much and a bird who doesn’t talk enough.

Harvey, Harriet, Leif, and Pascal are in a polyamorous relationship with each other. Harvey and Harriet got together first, then they met Pascal and Leif. Harriet isn’t dating Pascal, but they are good friends. They’re currently a closed polycule.

Flick and CJ are dating. They were childhood best friends, then got together as teens. Now they live together in a 2 bedroom apartment. One of the bedrooms belongs to the bugs and fish. Flick doesn’t talk to his dad much, and people assume it’s because he’s homophobic. Really it’s because Nat loves eating bugs. Another example of politics destroying families 😔

Pelly moved on from Pete after she caught him pirating content from Phyllis’s Onlyfans. She’s now with a pelican named Pierre, who is a Boondoxian. Pierre is scared of Phyllis, as everyone should be.

Gracie is friends with benefits with Pavé and Resetti. She’s a dom and they’re into that.

Dr Shrunk’s wife wanted to open up their marriage and he agreed, but now regrets it. He talked to Dr Shrunk (his wife) about his regrets and she told him she wanted a divorce. He is having a midlife crisis, and now the only reactions he can teach are ‘heartbreak,’ ‘hefty child support,’ and ‘look at my exotic tattoo.’ This is why he is absent in New Horizons, as Nintendo didn’t think these reactions would be profitable. (Geez, show the man some compassion.)

Ankha is taking a break from dating after someone leaked her nudes. She went on a coffee date with Wisp once, but he was too much of a scaredy-cat for her.

Don Resetti has a crush on Beppe at OK Motors. They don’t see each other much, but every time they do is magical. A scrapped part of New Horizons was the player setting them up on a date in exchange for bells, but Nintendo decided against it.

Reese and Cyrus are happy as ever, and are that couple you mute on social media because they make you feel bad about your own love life.

Franklin used to have a Tinder, but deleted it after he only got messages from vore roleplayers. Speed dating hasn’t worked out well for him, either.

Gillivarr has an unrequited crush on Celeste. Celeste is the unrequited crush of many, many people.

Wardell and Niko are in a committed relationship after working together for years. Digby and Lottie had to make amendments to the HHA rule book because they were sick of the PDA.

Lloid is well-endowed, but he still has a difficult time with dating because it’s made of clay, and no size in the world can make up for that.

[pinpurin]

NINTENDHOE

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 1610! Miles morales x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ hc of playing acnh with miles bc I miss playing it

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ gag worthy fluff tbh, I need me a bf like miles

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ header by pastelwalks

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tbh he probably played before u two had gotten together but let’s pretend he didn’t rn

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ miles most definitely questions everything about the game

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷”why are we the only human??” “Why is the place being ran by a racoon?” “Who is this random otter in the ocean??”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷miles shaking trees and getting stung by wasp. After you told him that a villager can give him medicine he went up to one and they called him ugly LMFAO.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I feel as if miles wouldn’t be picky when it comes to villagers, he loves all of them

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ skips all of blathers dialogue. “He talks to much” 😭

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷but because of blathers he remembers so many facts about dinosaurs, bugs and fish. He even recites them if he see it in public

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “that’s a paper kite butterfly” “ I don’t now wether to write on it, fly it or spread it on toast”

“…what..”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ He isn’t really into the whole “selling villagers thing” and when he finds out you put your villagers up for sale on discord he judges so hard😭😭

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “wdym your putting Moe up for sale???” “Miles he’s a ugly version of Tom, I don’t like him” “but FOR SALE??? That’s sounds like human trafficking”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I feel like the villagers miles would like would be Dobie and Joey, don’t ask why they’re just adorable.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ now back to the actual game, miles would have BEEF with Tom nook (just like the rest of us)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷” baby why do I have to pay a phone bill fee, he OFFERED the phone to me”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷imagine the first time he shoots down a ballon and it goes in the water LMFAO

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ when he has to build the nooks cranny alone, he would be so shocked at the amount of material he needs

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷”30?? 30 iron nuggets?? How am I supposed to get 30 iron nuggets if the rock only gives me two???”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you start to treat him like he’s your sugar baby, giving him iron, regular wood (bc that shit is hard to get for no reason), flowers,literally anything

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷”hey baby, why’d you want to come to my island?? What are you dropping?? Is that MONEY, WHY ARE YOU DROPPING THOUSANDS OF BELLS??”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ he always says he’s gonna pay u back but you decline ofc

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ miles gets mad when he gets a sea bass for the 90th time so you offer for him to fish on your island only for him to get another see bass

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷” I got ANOTHER SEA BASS? If I hear this joke one more time I’ll start crying. “Baby here you try” *you pull a sunfish* *angry stare in disbelief*

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ he gets a little aggressive with Isabelle when she is trying to help the island get up to 3 stars and he keeps getting told “plant more flowers”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ now he gets 3 stars right, he’s fucking EXCITED like it took so long and he finally got it

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ miles fav k.k songs are kk crusin, kk surfin and kk western.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I don’t think he has a theme going on, just kinda goes w the flow but loves watch island tours on YouTube

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷miles coming over to your island just to see you beating the hell out of a villager with your net and calling them names

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷”mi vida…. Why are you torturing them?..” “I want him to leave”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ most definitely has you design a Spider-Man costume for his character

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I truly don’t know what his favorite season would even be, like idk I get spring vibes but it could be anything

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ having miles come to your island to catch the spiders that are harassing you. (I’m being so fr, the spiders scare me so much, if I see one I’m closing the whole game).

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ he WORSHIPS your island, like he loves it always praising you about it just UGH 😩 I LOVE HIM

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷” Amor??? Your island is so good, what?? How long did this even take?, you’re so talented I swear” “uhhhh haha it’s not that good” “ baby it’s AMAZING”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ acnh dates where Celeste is at your island and you both make wishes

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “you know… my only wish is to be with you forever” “miles, you are so corny….I love you” “I love you to mi alma”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ spending the holidays together in acnh, like him wrapping up a gift for you during Christmas and you both exchanging them 😭😭 adorable

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ telling miles all of your island drama bc he swears yours is more entertaining

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “omg baby, literally Raymond and Judy got into a fight the other day arguing about who’s better looking and Raymond said it was obviously him, so he was basically calling Judy ugly. THEN they had the audacity to ask me who looked better. “Whatttttt😮”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ he loves the game truly, he plays with you whenever you ask. He just got out the shower but you wanna play? let him hurry and put clothes on and he’s yours. Just got done patrolling after a long day but you wanna play? How could ever deny you with a face like yours?

I literally love this sm, I might have to make another one with 42!miles and another with the twins 🤔🤔🤔 let me know if y’all want that bc I’ll have it done,

[leewritestoomuch]

Hello, i hope you're doing good! :) i have a request for a Ryusui x Reader, i'm so in love with him😭 (and i hope i choose se right buttons bc i'm french and i don't see the "request" button haha, if not then i'm sorry..) So, how about playing video games with him? I'm thinking more about relaxing after a long day and playing stardew valley/harvest moon or animal crossing types of games and he joins us, and what type of player would he be (like would he be stealings our crops lol ou making the game into a competition) but any type of game you thinks can work anyway haha

Hope you have a lovely day ! ❤

Hi! That’s the right button I suppose, and even if it weren’t, it’d be fine! Apparently the button I see, not everybody else sees, so I’m not sure. It all seems to go to the same place so…

And thank you for your request!

Ryusui playing Chill/world building games with S/O

I’ve never played stardew valley so we’re gonna talk Animal Crossing and Minecraft. And forgive me if animal crossing is inaccurate, I’ve played less than like 5 hours worth of it. I’m not a big fan 😭

He’s not chill…

Like 😭

Don’t let him get his hands on bells. He’s hustling for bells. This man already has like a whole village worth of shit built on YOUR island. Like he invaded your island.

It’s a competition. He’s got fish, sticks, everything. He’s trying to trade shit with you for bells.

Bells. Bells. Bells.

Tom Nook is hustling him right back, but he’s not too concerned. He’s spending. And earning. So…

Oh well.

However, he’ll take care of you. Need an Apple? Here!

He’ll buy you something if you need it. He’s got all the bells you need.

To move on to Minecraft, you’re both in survival. You both collect wood together and you find a nice spot, he starts building the structure up for a mansion of a house.

You have to remind you that you have to be in by nightfall, so you both close off a room, the bedroom, and sleep with the wool you miraculously found.

He places your beds together and insists they stay that way.

That large room soon gets built upwards a bit more for a taller ceiling and filled in with nice things for the two of you. He makes sure you have everything you want in the room.

The type to jump up and down in front of you if you’re not in the same room when playing together. He crouches and jumps to communicate. Yk what, even when you are together or on call, he still does it. It’s fun for him.

The type to go to creative, but he won’t lie and tell you he got it in survival. No he’s honest. He got diamonds in creative… for fun.

He builds a giant ship for you guys. It can’t move but it’s like his models he builds!

He takes you on it and pulls out gems like diamonds, emeralds, etc. or maybe gold ingots and showers you in them for fun.

He makes your Minecraft characters kiss if one of you goes out on your own. You can’t call it pointless, just don’t try. He begs you to come over and walk until your character’s faces touch. 😭

[best-habsburg-monarch]

Ferdinand IV, Grand Duke of Tuscany, reign: 1859-1860

Reigned for less than a year

Maximilian I, Emperor of Mexico, reign 1864-1867

Meant well and tried his best

from anon:

1. He loved plants

2. He was a sassy man

3. Had good taste

4. Learned Nahuatl

5. He’s cute (I mean, look at him)

6. He said gay rights

7. He banned child labour in Mexico

8. He gave many rights back to the indigenous people

9. Bro was wronged by the French (haven’t we all?)

10. He’s baby

11. He got executed, come on, give him this guys 🥺

from anon:

He loved to design gardens and collect insects which makes me think he would've loved playing animal crossing

From me admin2: best guy ever, he’d fight Tom Nook and win. He’s hot, kind, smart, sassy, well traveled. My man is the whole package. And chose the best country to rule! Did it go well? No…but he chose the best!

[theworldcrossing]

Dear ocean…

Chapitre 1.0

Yandere Tom Nook x reader x Yandere Redd, and little Groucho x reader…

Warnings: night stalking, violence, manipulation, possessive and controlling behavior, abuse of power.

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Welcome to this fanfic inspired by the Animal Crossing and Yandere universe, where I imagined an alternative sequel to an existing story. From Yandere-ac https://www.tumblr.com/yandere-ac/623084593661214720/i-noticed-in-the-recent-update-that-there-was-a.

@yandere-ac

My goal is to revive this community with complex characters and intriguing situations. If some elements seem new or strange to you, don't panic: everything will be explained in detail at the end. Good reading, and hang on, this is just the beginning!

“Redd! Let me go, damn it!”

I was dragged inside his boat, where there was a metal door. Despite his injuries, Redd managed to pull out a key and unlock it.

As we entered, there was a large cage at the bottom of the stairs, and Redd threw me roughly onto a mattress, which softened my fall. Although I briefly lost consciousness from the fall, his yelling and cursing kept me awake, helping me stay aware despite the pain.

“I wanted to do this the easy way, Y/n! Believe me, I tried! But if you keep acting like this… always so stubborn… I’ll have to be more forceful!”

I tried to run towards the cage door to escape, but Redd was quicker than me, locking it behind him with a double turn, and now we were both alone inside the cage—I was trapped!

He tried to approach me, but adrenaline made me crawl back to the wall, desperately trying to get as far away from him as possible.

“Oh, Y/n…” he whispered as he slowly approached, while I remained frozen. He knelt beside me, pulling me into his arms and staring into my eyes. “You can’t escape, and no one is coming to save you. Get comfortable, the trip back is long.”

Saying that, he gently laid me back onto the bed, though I could no longer move. He kissed my forehead despite my weak attempts to resist. I could only make small movements and let out a faint whimper.

Then, he left the cage, carefully locking both doors, leaving me alone, imprisoned.

Had he planned this all along? How long had he been plotting to kidnap me?!

I slowly got up, scanning the place I was in. It looked like a bedroom. In the middle was the mattress that had cushioned my fall, preventing serious injury. There was also a small lamp to fight off the dampness, a canteen of water, and a wooden panel hanging on the wall.

I paused to think about how to escape. Redd didn’t realize it, but he had given me one advantage: I still had all my wits about me. Being on Redd’s boat, one thing was certain…

Redd is a survivor, always ready to run or defend himself in an emergency. There must be a secret passage somewhere to get me out of this cage…

Meanwhile:

Redd was steering the boat, whistling with joy. He had finally gotten you. After all that time circling your island, hiding in the dark corners, sneaking into your very own house… all just to take you away from that foolish man.

And in the end, he hardly had to do anything.

You had been handed to him on a silver platter, completely at his mercy.

It had been a year since the accident, and now, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. That bitter taste of loss… he had never really known it.

He had plundered, lied, manipulated, stolen, not just from Tom Nook, but from other men and women who had fallen under his charm. Even the most powerful ones, those who knew what he was doing, did nothing to stop him. They knew that, one way or another, Redd was untouchable.

With a well-hidden place, far from prying eyes, and loyal contacts charmed by his wit and intelligence, he knew he could keep you safe, away from the world.

To him, you were like a work of art, a delicate painting bathed in light. Your mere presence could erase each of his sins, committed day after day, night after night.

You had become much more than a simple obsession to him: you were his inspiration.

He had even dedicated a painting to you, a secret tribute to your beauty and everything you meant to him.

The idea that Tom would want to lock you away, hide you from the world, and especially from him? It was unforgivable.

To Redd, it was a betrayal of his only true happiness.

But before Redd could think of anything else, a powerful wave suddenly hit the ship, throwing him to his knees, along with everyone on board.

Furniture toppled to one side, and fragile glass objects shattered into pieces. Y/N, hitting their head, was cut by shards of glass on their knees as they lay half-conscious.

(Ugh! My head… What is happening?!)

They began to painfully get up, their thoughts still hazy, when they heard Redd’s furious shouts.

“HEY! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU—wait, TOM?!”

What? Tom! No, not him… How did he find me?

“Redd! Where’s Y/N?” Tom’s raspy voice demanded, leaving no room for discussion. It was much more of a command than a question at this point.

“How… How did you find me?” Redd was completely baffled, his tone betraying his confusion.

We were in the middle of the ocean, without Wi-Fi, no network, no means of communication. I didn’t even have my phone on me. Our scents, Redd’s and mine, were impossible to detect from such a distance, especially with the seawater masking even the strongest smells.

How could he be so sure I was on Redd’s boat? It seemed impossible to me. I know this might sound crazy, but… What if he had installed tracking chips? On me? Or on Redd’s boat? That was the only logical explanation I could come up with.

It would totally be something Tom would do. He’s always been meticulous and ready to develop technologies he found useful.

I had known Tom Nook for a long time. I had seen him evolve from a simple merchant with an apron to a man in a sweater worth a million bells. And that sweater? He never wore anything else now.

As his income increased year after year, Tom invested more and more in advanced technologies: surveillance apps, trackable devices, and sophisticated cybersecurity systems.

His cybersecurity engineers must have developed devices so advanced that they could be implanted almost anywhere, even on people, without them noticing. It was very likely that a tracking chip had been implanted in my body, which explained how Tom had managed to find us in the middle of the sea.

“Where is Y/N? I know they’re here, so stop messing around and tell me where they are!” Tom’s voice was rising, his anger growing.

(Damn! The situation’s getting worse, I need to find a way out fast… Oh?)

Y/N began scanning their surroundings, desperately searching for an escape as quickly as possible.

The small room was lined with thick wooden walls, but something seemed strange about the panel in front of them. The texture of the wood there looked slightly different from the others, as if time hadn’t worn it down as much, or that panel had been added later.

Looking closer, Y/N realized it was… a hidden partition! And it was wooden!

Curious, they pressed a specific spot on the wall, feeling a slight vibration, as if something was unlocking behind it. They used the glass from a lamp, now serving as a blade, to force the panel. It gave way slightly, revealing a secret passage.

Behind the partition, a narrow corridor stretched out before Y/N, wide enough for them to descend safely. The smell of salty sea air was stronger, which meant they were getting closer to the outside. The passage probably led to a service compartment or, even better, an exit to the sea. They were going to make it out!

But just as their excitement grew, they heard a loud noise from above, signaling that things were only getting worse.

BAM BAM

Tom Nook had boarded Redd’s ship and destroyed one of the walls with a single punch. So furious, he repeated his question.

“Where are they, Redd?! What did you do to them?! I know they’re here! You took them and hid them!”

The ship’s deck swayed slightly due to the rough seas, but at that moment, the real storm was between Tom Nook and Redd. The two adversaries stood facing each other, their gazes filled with hatred.

But something else was happening to Tom. His hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes, usually soft yet cold, were burning with a dangerous light.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again, Redd… You think you can take everything from me, huh? Y/N doesn’t belong to you! They’re mine, they’re under my protection, UNDER MY CONTROL!”

Redd’s voice became taunting yet threatening. This was a side of him Y/N had never seen before.

“Under your control? Tom. They ran away because they couldn’t stand you anymore. Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“You want to lock them up in your little mental prison, watched 24/7? Faced with that, who would want to stay? You’re suffocating them, Tom. They fled from you, and you didn’t even see it coming.”

Tom Nook stopped, disoriented by these words, his gaze darkening. He shuddered, his eyes beginning to dilate, like a cornered animal. A low growl escaped his throat. His fists clenched so tightly that his claws dug into his soft fur, leaving small red marks. A vein throbbed under his snout, and his breathing became more and more erratic.

“You manipulated them. They would never have run. Never! They’re loyal… They? Run away? They can’t… I wouldn’t allow it. They need me, they know it, and you… You’re just an obstacle, Redd… A MISERABLE OBSTACLE!”

Tom’s gaze became even more intense; his eyes were now wild, almost unreadable. His pupils were so dilated that they darkened his stare. A spasm shook his right hand, as if he wanted to destroy everything around him. He took a sudden step toward Redd, each movement resonating like an imminent threat.

Redd, serious this time, took a slight step back, facing this surreal situation. He had never seen him like this, not even in their past confrontations.

“Tom… You’re losing it. Look at yourself, you’re on the verge of going mad.”

Tom roared, making Y/N jump in the process, his voice almost breaking the silence of the sea and sending shivers down Redd’s spine.

“CRAZY?! CRAZY, THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK?!

IF I WANT, I CAN DESTROY THIS SHIP! EVERYONE WILL FEAR ME, Y/N WILL BEG ME TO COME BACK! THEY’LL OBEY ME… OR I’LL DESTROY EVERYTHING AROUND THEM TOO!”

He made a sudden move, violently striking a wooden railing to his right. The blow was so strong that the wood shattered, sending splinters everywhere. His breath became heavier, more irregular, as if he was struggling to control the beast roaring within him. His muscles tensed, and his face was contorted with uncontainable rage.

Hearing all this, Y/N started quickly descending the steps, trying to make as little noise as possible despite their many injuries.

Their heart was pounding as they saw another door ahead of them, and fortunately, it wasn’t locked.

As they stepped outside, they looked around and noticed a securely fastened motorized lifeboat. With a good outboard motor and a spotlight mounted on it, it could help them navigate once they were out at sea.

As they tried to untie the ropes, they realized it was going to take much longer than expected. Trying to cut the ropes, they started crying in the face of the shouting coming from above.

(Damn… damn! I’m just surrounded by completely insane men! I don’t want to see them again… I never want to see them again.)

Redd, in a sharp, mocking tone but with an underlying caution, also started extending his long, sharp claws.

“There it is, you’re finally showing your true face, Tom. An uncontrollable monster, ready to destroy everything to keep control. Did you really think Y/N would stay with you after that?”

Tom’s breathing became rough, his chest rising rapidly, as if he was desperately searching for air. His eyes almost rolled back in their sockets, searching for Y/N, searching for his only comfort.

“They… They… They’re mine. I have to… I have to get them back… I’ll… DESTROY EVERYTHING if I don’t find them…”

Redd was ready to fight back at any attack that might come his way.

“You’ll never see them again, Tom.”

That was the final straw. Tom Nook let out an animalistic scream, a howl of pure rage. He lunged at Redd with uncontrollable violence, his blows becoming frantic, almost feral. Redd, agile and defensive, was barely avoiding the attacks. Tom had more strategy, more calculation in his movements. He was striking blindly, like a rabid beast, hitting everything in his path, including the ship’s structures, and Redd understood that all too well.

At the next knot, Y/N noticed they were leaving blood everywhere and were less precise than with the first knot. With a jolt, they heard Tom and Redd’s voices growing louder and more intense.

In their thoughts, they prayed for this knot, which felt like a knot of fate, to untie.

(I need to leave now. I’m out of time… please, I beg you, untie!)

Snap!

I pull one last time on the rope, and finally, the lifeboat freed itself with a soft splash against the hull of the boat.

(Finally! Soon free.)

Quickly climbing inside, I saw Tom roaring, striking everything around him.

“WHERE ARE THEY?! WHERE IS Y/N?! I’M GOING TO DESTROY THIS BOAT, AND YOU WITH IT, IF I DON’T FIND THEM!”

Splinters of wood flew everywhere. Tom, delivering violent blows, and Redd, dodging the attacks as best they could, kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings, ready to slip away at any opportunity.

With a bloodied forehead, panting, my knees, scraped by the shards of glass scattered on the deck, were throbbing with pain with every step I took. Despite the agony, I forced myself to free the last knot and start the engine. At the back of the boat, I turned one last time to observe the scene.

The blows they exchanged were so powerful that the partitions began to crack under the force of Tom’s despair. I thought I might be able to calm them down… I’m the biggest fool.

Without hesitation, I began to start the engine of the lifeboat, feeling the propulsion begin to move forward.

Tom, his eyes bloodshot, suddenly noticed me, and Redd understood Tom’s sudden halt.

Driven to desperation, Tom Nook ran, shouting to try to stop me.

“NO! Y/N, COME BACK! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! NOT AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE TO HAVE YOU!”

But I didn’t look back, my hands trembling, my mind clouded by fatigue and injuries. I could still hear Tom’s heart-wrenching screams piercing the air around me.

Redd, for their part, was losing their smile. The obsession they hid behind their calm facade began to break through. And seeing the boat drift away, nothing compared to that view. Even the pain of their injuries became invisible in the face of this reality.

“They can’t escape me… they CAN’T! They were supposed to be mine, Tom, but YOU ruined everything!”

Their eyes became fixed, and their voice rose, almost broken by the frustration of seeing their “prey” slip away.

Tom fell to his knees, still holding the steering wheel stained with Y/N’s blood.

“Y/N… Y/N, please… Come back. Come back to me… I can’t… I can’t lose you…”

The screams of the two men echoed over the water, but the lifeboat continued to drift farther away, gliding over the waves. Y/N, for their part, was lost in thoughts, their mind buzzing. They thought about everything that had just happened, the madness they had left behind, the pain of their injuries, but most importantly, about the freedom that now seemed within reach.

They continued on their path without looking back, despite the trials that awaited them.

I began sailing, watching the sky slowly change. I felt both stressed and relieved.

The calm atmosphere after the storm soothed me. No more shouting, no more furious men.

I found myself alone, and surprisingly, it didn’t scare me. But there was a problem.

I didn’t know where to go or where to take shelter. I had lost friends, caught up in this whole affair, and the few trustworthy friends I had left without even saying goodbye.

And Groucho… oh, Groucho… how much I missed him…

But being alone in the middle of the ocean was still preferable to the violent fight between Tom and Redd. Thinking of Redd, I remembered he had hidden a survival kit somewhere on board.

Inside, I found a first aid kit, some still-edible biscuits, three bottles of water, and… photos of me.

Looking at them more closely, I realized he had taken them back when I was still mayor. One of them was taken downtown, when he still had his shop in a shady alley. Another showed me on the beach earlier this year, while I was working on the island.

I put the photos back and kept searching. That’s when I found a sort of clamp and… a tablet?

Curious, I turned on the tablet. There was no password or owner’s name. Just a positioning app and a Bluetooth option.

Looking closer, I found a note that explained everything I needed to know.

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Tracing Tablet User Guide

Welcome to the user manual of your multifunctional tablet. This tool has been designed to ensure your safety and protect your freedom against potential threats.

Main Functions:

1. Positioning:

This feature allows you to locate your position as well as any traceable objects nearby. Once activated, a signal is sent by any device connected to your network, showing you their location in real time.

2. Deactivation of Traceable Objects:

With this function, you can temporarily disable tracking devices present on your body. Even if a chip or another traceable object has been implanted in you, you can render it inactive for a limited time.

Warning: The deactivation is only temporary and can be detected by more advanced systems. Be cautious and use this option only in places where you feel safe.

3. Lémo App:

The Lémo app allows you to manage all the functionalities of your tablet. You can check active Bluetooth connections and verify devices linked to your profile.

Make sure your security settings are always enabled to prevent any intrusion or hacking attempts.

Warnings:

• Tablet Owner: Although the tablet is currently in your possession, it has been designed for high-risk situations. Those who provided it to you may have ambiguous intentions. Stay constantly on guard.

• Secure Usage: Never share your location or activities with anyone you do not trust completely. This device could be monitored by malicious entities.

• Support: In case of difficulty, contact a member of the Raid4Forever group for assistance. They are familiar with the dangers associated with this kind of technology.

• Reminder: Freedom comes with great responsibilities. Use this tablet wisely and never lower your vigilance. Your survival depends on it.

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Reading this memo, I quickly got up, grabbing the electronic clamp that could save me valuable time.

As my fingers brushed over my body, I gripped the clamp tightly, ready to use it to deactivate the insidiously placed implant in my neck. A chip… How long had it been implanted without me realizing it!?

But today, I had managed to deactivate that damned chip. Still, a question burned on my lips: how had Tom Nook been able to implant a chip without me noticing?

I floated in the open sea, but I paused the engine, my hands still gripping the controls. I needed to think about the situation I was in. How had Tom Nook, that imposing tanuki, managed to implant something so small in me?

The wind gently picked up around me. I suddenly felt a craving for soda, the sodas Tom Nook used to give me… but there was something, a vague detail that eluded my memory. Then, Chris’s words resurfaced in my mind, clearer and more real than before.

“Tom Nook can get whatever he wants, Y/N. Traceable objects, surveillance systems… He even cut the ties between your town and mine… who’s to say he wouldn’t use them to find you?”

On my boat, those words echoed within me like an alarm bell I had ignored for too long, or perhaps even forgotten. But now, everything was becoming clear. Piece by piece, the puzzle was coming together.

He had everything. The means, the technology, contacts… He was even capable of improving tracking devices.

I was finally starting to understand some things. He always found me, whether I was at someone’s place, in a store, or even in a simple restaurant. He always managed to locate me, and if not, he systematically sent me messages whenever I got close to someone.

And the further I distanced myself from him, the more I sensed the extent of his obsession. It wasn’t just about possession; it was about total control. His spam messages and incessant calls spoke volumes. This was not just an obsession; it was suffocating domination.

I still remember that night. Everything became so clear in my mind, as if the puzzle pieces were finally coming together.

The drinks! That’s how he did it!

Everything was planned; I realize that now.

It had started innocently, almost subtly, with those drinks he gave me. Once a week, depending on the season. Hot in winter, cold in summer… I accepted them without thinking, unaware of what was hiding behind them.

Every morning, as I woke up in my bed, I noticed some pretty obvious signs.

My blankets were strangely wrinkled, and there was a pan placed on my bed, as if someone had cooked in my kitchen. With my memory problems, I paid no attention, telling myself it was probably me, half-asleep, who had made myself dinner after coming home late at night.

Then, there was that key. The one to my front door, which I always found on the floor, just inside. I thought it was just a clumsiness on my part… but why every Friday?

And the smell. A woody fragrance, a mix of dried leaves and burnt citrus. I remember having smelled it on my sheets once or twice, without ever paying attention. That smell… it was Tom’s. He wore that unique cologne. Why was that scent in my room?

At first, I hadn’t paid attention to it. I thought everything was normal. That it was just a simple act of kindness, those cans he offered me, sealed, as if no one had touched them. But now, I know he must have paid someone to add additives. Sleeping pills. Strong enough to pin me to bed for hours, unable to wake up, even if I wanted to.

It took Groucho inviting me for a drink at his place for me to finally not need Tom Nook’s drink. I had thought to keep it in the fridge for the next day. I came home, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I showered, slipped under my sheets filled with teddy bears and plush toys. I felt… heavy, but aware, much more aware than usual. That night, I still didn’t know what was about to happen.

That’s when everything changed… and oddly, I had forgotten.

I heard that sound, the distinct noise of a key in the lock. There was no crash, no forced entry. Just the sound of a key dropping — my key, probably — which explained why I found it on the floor every Friday. A simple click, as if someone with a spare set of my keys was entering. I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. My body was frozen, but my mind was alert. And that’s when I understood. There was only one person on this island who could have those keys.

Tom Nook.

I felt every fiber of my body tense. The sheets were heavy, almost oppressive, while I pretended to sleep. I had carefully hidden the can in the furthest corner of my fridge, well out of Tom’s sight. That night, I hadn’t drunk anything. Fortunately. But he didn’t know that.

The door to my room creaked softly. I felt him enter, each step muffled by the carpet but still resonating in the heavy air of the room. He moved with the assurance of someone who believed he had total control, someone who thought his prey was asleep, unconscious.

“Good evening, my dear…” he whispered softly, his voice laced with a sickly tenderness.

I didn’t move, continuing to play my role. He got even closer; I could feel his presence behind me, immense, almost suffocating. His hand rested on my shoulder, and he slowly slid his lips across my cheek, placing a light kiss there.

“How was your day, hmm?” he said with that feigned sweetness, as if it were a simple conversation between a husband and wife.

My heart raced, but I forced myself to remain still. He thought I was under the influence of his drug. Every Friday night, the same routine. But this time, he didn’t know I had escaped his trap.

He continued talking, recounting his day, as if it were a normal moment between us. “Today, business went well. Timmy and Tommy improved our sales again, and everything is going according to plan… Soon, everything will be perfect, Y/N. We will finally be together. Nothing can separate us.”

His voice betrayed a hint of madness. He had convinced himself that we were a couple, that I belonged to him. A shiver ran down my spine as he headed to the kitchen, still convinced I was sound asleep. I heard the familiar clinking of utensils, as if he were cooking for the two of us. But the truth was, I knew nothing of this ritual he repeated every Friday night.

I took advantage of his absence to send quick messages to Chris. My heart raced faster with each passing second. If Tom returned before I finished…

After what felt like an eternity — or at least, what seemed like one — he came back into the room. This time, I felt a different heaviness in the air. I heard him set something down on the bedside table. A metallic noise. He had brought a pajamas, as if he planned to spend the night here, with me.

I squeezed my eyelids even tighter as I felt the mattress sink under his weight. He lay down next to me, wrapping his arms around me with a sickly possessiveness. He placed his hand on my thigh, stroking it with calculated slowness, as if savoring every second.

“I love you, Y/N. You are everything to me. I do all this for you, you know… ” He pressed his body against mine, his chin resting on my head, whispering sweet words, but so disturbed. “I protect you, I cherish you. No one else can understand you like I do.”

He kissed me softly, on the head, the shoulders, and even my “sleeping” lips. All of this disgusted me, but I couldn’t react. Not yet.

Then, suddenly, he sat up. I felt him fidgeting. It was Friday; he had something to do. My blood ran cold when I heard a small metallic sound.

Slowly, he pushed my hair aside, exposing the base of my neck. The pain was immediate when he inserted the clamp to adjust the chip. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from whimpering in pain. I must not let him guess that I was awake.

Minutes passed like hours. During that time, Tom Nook whispered sweet nothings to me, reassuring me of his infinite love while he manipulated the little device that condemned me to be tracked.

“There we go, it’s done…” he finally murmured after an eternity. “You are mine, dear. You belong to me, forever. I’m so proud of you. You made it through the day. I hope it was less hard than when you were mayor of Crossing. But soon, all of this will be just a distant memory. You’ll never have to worry about anything again. I’ll take care of everything. You, me, Tommy, and Timmy. We’ll live in a wonderful place together. Just the four of us. A perfect family.”

When Tom finally lay down beside me after eating, I began to panic.

So… this was the cause of my memory troubles and sleep issues, huh?

As I tried to get up, I attempted to move at least one limb to help me escape and call for help. But my legs refused to respond, as if they were paralyzed.

I’m stuck.

And suddenly… complete darkness.

As I moved along my path, my memories advanced like my journey; moreover, the chip was emitting fewer and fewer signals. I realized that this device was not just a simple tracking object. No, it was much more than that. It was also a tool capable of making me forget entire sections of my life. Or perhaps it was due to the medication that Tom Nook slipped into my drinks?

Because strangely, since the deactivation of that cursed chip, more and more memories were resurfacing, like forgotten dreams suddenly found after a long sleep. They imposed themselves on me with a troubling clarity, and each piece of the puzzle began to fall into place.

I now remembered the nights that followed my disturbing discovery. Every Friday, religiously, I would throw away the drink I was supposed to consume. Instead, I pretended to be asleep, hoping that by feigning unconsciousness, I could hear Tom Nook, catch his words, discover his true intentions.

I don’t know if it was a part of me that was still irresistibly drawn to him, despite everything he had put me through, but I wanted to extract as much information as possible. To know how far his grip extended, and above all, why.

But all he did, every week, was talk to me. To hold a conversation as if everything was normal. As if there was nothing more natural than breaking into my home in the middle of the night and whispering his controlling delusions to me.

He talked about his days, his plans for our “future together.” He told me how he had everything planned for us, to a point that it became almost frightening in its precision. He described scenes of our future life on a distant island where no one could reach us. He spoke of our “children,” Tommy and Timmy, as if they were his own, as if we were already a perfect family. He poured out his disturbed thoughts, believing I couldn’t hear him.

With every word he uttered, I understood a little more the extent of his madness. He was convinced that all of this was real, that we were meant to be together, that everything he had done was for “our good.”

But I, now awake, knew that it was nothing but an illusion. An illusion he had constructed and in which he was trying to trap me.

The sea stretched out before me, black and unfathomable under the soft glow of the stars, which, despite everything, managed to maintain a slight brightness on the horizon. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The constant noise of Redd’s boat engine echoed in my ears, a monotonous sound that kept me alert, even in the middle of nowhere. I had been sailing for hours, drifting away from the islands under Tom Nook’s control.

My hands trembled with fatigue, gripping the steering wheel that I held carefully, fearing every sudden movement. If I let go of the wheel for even a moment, I risked losing control and being spotted.

But… I desperately needed rest. Glancing at the tablet screen, the device clearly displayed Nook’s surveillance zones. There were not two or three, as I had hoped. No, to my great disappointment, all the islands were monitored. What remained were hostile territories, devoid of any security.

However, there was no surveillance at sea, and I had just entered a relatively safe perimeter. No signals, no drones.

I began to drift slowly toward a small rocky island, cautiously approaching the shore. There were no cameras, no poles to tie the boat, and it was an unexpected opportunity.

I suppose Tom deemed this island “too small” to exploit. He probably abandoned any idea of monitoring it.

I cut the engine, and the sudden silence enveloped the air around me. Only the sound of waves against the hull of the boat disturbed this tranquility. I let out a sigh of relief before dropping the anchor. The boat sank gently into the sand, and I made sure to secure it tightly to prevent it from drifting.

I began to walk on this deserted island, curious to learn more.

“Tom Nook considered this place too small to be exploited… He abandoned it, and I understand why. There’s no port to tie up a boat, no helipad… Nothing useful.”

I ran a hand over my hips, observing the exotic fruits hanging from the trees, ripe and ready to be picked. A faint smile formed on my face.

“And yet… This could be a good place to live, right? A place where no one would ever come looking for me… where I could finally be alone. Without Tom Nook, without Redd, without any of those crazies who want to control me, possess me.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, imagining building a small cabin with my own hands, planting fruits, living simply.

“I could even build a house… I learned how to do it by watching Tom. And I could survive here, plant fruits, go out to sea at night to avoid being spotted, quietly bring back resources…”

A light laugh escaped me, tinged with a hint of madness.

“If only it were that simple.”

The gentle lapping of the waves oddly cradled me. Gradually, I lay down on the sand, exhausted after so many hours at sea. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

“Maybe I could really stay here… never seeing anyone again…”

Thinking this, I didn’t even realize how quickly I was sinking into sleep.

I had settled on this small island, convinced it was too insignificant to attract Tom Nook’s attention. It was a peaceful place, under surveillance, an apparently perfect refuge. Yet that night, a strange dream came to disturb me.

The water shimmered under a moonlight I couldn’t see, but I felt its presence. I was alone, standing on a fine sandy beach, my feet sinking slightly into the damp ground. Before me, the sea stretched infinitely, calm and silent, like a perfect mirror reflecting the invisible. Then, in the distance, a familiar silhouette emerged from the horizon: Groucho.

He was there, immense, imposing, literally walking on water. Every step he took seemed in harmony with the liquid surface, as if he defied the natural laws of the world. His gaze rested on me, intense yet soothing. He said nothing, but his silence spoke more than words. He extended his hand, a simple gesture but full of meaning. I hesitated, wondering how he could walk on water… How was that possible?

Yet something inside me urged me to move forward. Slowly, almost unconsciously, I began to walk toward him, feeling my feet leave the safety of the sand to rest on the water, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I didn’t understand what was happening, but the warmth of his hand in mine brought me an odd comfort. The more we walked together, the more memories returned to me, moments shared with Groucho, instances of silent complicity. His words, though informal, resonated within me, reminding me of the times he had managed to make me smile, even in the worst moments.

We walked for a long time, in silence, until he finally stopped. With a gentle gesture, he pointed to something in the distance. A city. Huge. Vibrant. Groucho still said nothing, but I knew. He wanted to show me that this was where I needed to go. Not this small island. Staying here would be too risky. They could find me, even in this seemingly lost place. There was no security in insignificance.

And just as I was about to ask more questions, I woke up, abruptly, my heart racing. It was still dark, but I knew I couldn’t stay here. Groucho, through this dream, had shown me the way.

At the same moment I restarted the engine, the sounds of motors and helicopters harmonized. Straining to listen more closely, I realized these helicopters were heading in my direction.

I leaned slightly, my fingers gripping the boat’s controls, my breath coming in short gasps. Around me, the dark sea seemed to protect me, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I first heard a dull noise, like a distant buzzing that was getting closer. The sound of helicopter blades broke the silence, and then voices emanated from loudspeakers attached to the flying machines.

“All boats, maintain your positions! Helicopters approaching.”

I shivered. They were close. Too close. The rumble of the boat engines became more distinct as well. My heart raced as I tried to stay hidden, but their presence grew increasingly oppressive.

“Unit 3, advance toward the northern zone. Unit 5, check the east beach. We need to locate her quickly. Don’t let her leave the area!”

The authorities’ instructions echoed in the air, sharp and precise, both alarming and relentless. They were talking about me; I was sure of it. Each word sent a chill down my spine.

“We’re searching for an individual, code name: Y/n. Potentially armed. Priority: location and capture.”

I gritted my teeth. How did they know? How could they have guessed I was here?

“Helicopter Alpha-2, perform a thermal sweep. Boat Delta-4, you are too far from the target, tighten the perimeter immediately!”

My breathing became more erratic. Their voices were now so close that I could almost hear the helicopters’ engines above me.

“We’ll get her. She can’t go far.”

I tried to ignore the rising panic within me. I had to stay focused; I didn’t have much time left.

I launched the boat at full speed, feeling the adrenaline surge through my body.

I couldn’t stay hidden here forever; it was better to reach the city quickly.

The engine roared beneath my feet, and I could almost taste freedom within reach. But that feeling was short-lived. The sound of the helicopters grew louder, drowning out the roar of the waves.

The water slapped against the hull, and I sensed something was wrong. I hadn’t been discreet enough. Suddenly, a light flickered in the distance. The helicopters. They had spotted me.

“Helicopter Alpha-2, we have movement on the water! Confirm waves detected at 3 o’clock!”

My heart tightened. No, not now… I pushed the engine to the limit, but the helicopters were closing in.

“Boat Delta-3, we have visual on a vessel! Heading 280, movement confirmed. Possible target: Y/n.”

I was sweating under the pressure. Their strong, authoritative voices haunted me, amplified by the loudspeakers above my head.

“Y/n… You cannot escape. We know you’re there.”

My heart skipped a beat. Tom Nook. His voice flooded the airwaves. I felt sweat trickle down my neck as I accelerated further, nearly losing control of the boat. He continued, relentless.

“Anyone who captures Y/n will receive a substantial reward. She is wanted. One million bells to whoever brings her to me UNHARMED first.”

“We see them!” someone yelled from a helicopter. “To the southeast! They’re trying to reach the mainland!”

The voices multiplied, some calm, others panicked.

“Unit 5, cut them off to the north!”

“Delta-7, circle around from the west. We need to trap them before they reach the city!”

The boat creaked beneath my feet, each wave making it tremble a little more. Redd had unconsciously trapped me, of course. This boat was never meant to last more than a day; I know that now. He gave me just enough hope to believe I could escape, then left me with this wreck that threatened to disintegrate beneath me at any moment, easy to build, easy to damage… Damn it!

But I couldn’t stop. Not yet.

I yanked the controls, zigzagging to avoid the searchlight beams sweeping the water. They knew I was there somewhere, but I had to keep them from locking onto their target. The engines roared behind me, their massive shadows drawing closer. I was out of breath, my arms ached, but I pressed on. If I stopped, it was over.

The sky above me was black, without a moon to guide me, but I kept my eyes on the small gap I could see in the distance. A chance, perhaps, a tiny opening between two boats. If I could make it through there…

But before I could even think about it, a huge boat positioned itself right in front of me. The waves it caused lifted me, tossing my boat into the air. I lost complete control, my body pitched forward, and icy water slapped my face. I couldn’t see anything for a moment. When I finally opened my eyes, the boats had surrounded me.

I looked up, panting, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. They were there. In front, behind, everywhere. The engines roared around me, their imposing hulls forming a wall. No way to get through. My gaze slid from one boat to another. They were lined up, an endless row, blocking all my escape routes. Except for a small space, right there, in front of me. But I knew it was a trap. An illusion of freedom. They had me.

A voice crackled over a loudspeaker.

“You are under arrest. Drop what you have and exit the vessel. No charges will be pressed against you if you cooperate.”

A heavy silence settled in, but it was quickly broken by Tom Nook. His voice was broken, desperate.

“Y/n, come back… Please… It’s over. Don’t hurt yourself. Come back with us.”

I closed my eyes. I could raise my hands now. Accept my fate. It’s all over. They had me. But a small voice in my head refused to give up. I reopened my eyes, and there I saw it. That small space.

My mind raced. There might be a chance. I could still get away. Just one last effort. My body trembled, my muscles screamed in fatigue, but I straightened up. I knelt, and my fingers tightened around the controls. One second. That’s all I needed.

“NO! Y/n, don’t do it!” Tom Nook screamed, his voice heartbreaking. I no longer listened to him.

I jerked the controls sharply, and my boat surged forward, narrowly avoiding the boat looming in front of me. I zigzagged between the vessels, my hands shaking, water splashing all around me, and Tom kept yelling behind me.

“Stop! Y/n, no!”

I screamed with all my might, the taste of victory within reach. I was almost out. Almost free. But my cry died in my throat as I saw him.

The Rock.

Too late. I don’t have time to dodge. The boat crashes against the rock, and the impact throws me into the air. My body falls hard, and my head strikes something solid. A dull pain floods my skull, then everything goes blurry.

I lie on the sand, covered in damp grains, half-conscious. The sound of the engines fades away gradually. They can’t see me. Not here. Not with this sand covering me like a shroud. I breathe heavily, my thoughts are muddled. Is it over?

Tom Nook is still shouting in the distance. He won’t find me. Not this time.

A familiar scent slowly pulls me out of my unconsciousness. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, gently waking me. I open my eyes with difficulty; the soft light around me still stings a little. I am no longer on the beach, nor in the icy water. That’s the first thing I realize. No, this place is… different.

I try to move, but a dull pain courses through my body. My muscles feel heavy, my limbs numb. Slowly, I become aware of the bandages covering my skin. My arms, my legs, my torso… even around my head, I have bandages everywhere. A thick dressing wraps around my right leg, and as I look closer, I notice a cast. The sharp pain that shoots up when I attempt to move that leg takes my breath away.

I freeze, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light. The room is calm, warm. I hear the dull sound of a television playing in the distance, a bluish glow filtering through the slightly ajar door. Familiar objects surround me: dark wooden dressers, a coffee table with a nearly empty bowl of popcorn, scattered energy drink cans. To my right, a bedside lamp casts a soft, golden light.

I’m not in a hospital. I’m… in a house.

My heart starts to race. How did I get here? Who brought me? My still foggy mind tries to recall the previous events. The water, the boats, Tom Nook, the rock… Everything comes back to me in flashes, but the pain is overwhelming. I raise a trembling hand to my neck, my fingers grazing the skin where, once, a small bump reminded me of the presence of that cursed chip. It’s gone.

Someone took it out.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the rising anxiety within me. The chip is no longer there, and I’m still alive. Which means that, somewhere, someone saved me. But who?

I attempt to sit up, but as soon as I move, a sharp pain explodes in my leg. A scream escapes me, uncontrollable. My hands grip the sheets, and I grit my teeth, but it’s useless. The pain is too intense.

Before I can even react, I hear hurried footsteps coming up the stairs. The door bursts open, and a large figure rushes into the room. I immediately recognize the thick fur, the massive shoulders, and that worried look… Groucho.

“Groucho…?”

He rushes to my side, his eyes scanning my face for signs of pain or fear.

“Y/n?!”

His voice is low, filled with panic. “What are you doing? Don’t move, you’re still injured!”

I try to speak, but my throat is too dry. All I manage to do is nod. Groucho crouches beside me, his expression serious yet gentle.

“Yeah, it’s me. You almost didn’t make it, kid. You always knew how to get into impossible situations.”

He gently places a hand on my shoulder; his touch is surprisingly tender despite his imposing stature. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. They won’t find you here. I’ll make sure no one hurts you.”

He stands up, and I watch him disappear downstairs, his heavy footsteps resonating through the house. My mind starts to clear, but one question remains:

How did Groucho find me?

(Hey, it’s me again. To give you a clearer idea, some characters in my fanfic will have well-developed personalities, like Red. This story is heavily inspired by the Yandere-AC fanfic I mentioned earlier. The main character, one of my OCs, Vin, named her town Crossing in honor of a character with the same name who saved her many times. It’s a fun little nod, you’ll see!

Chris, another OC, is the mayor of a town that is independent and not controlled by Tom Nook. He despises Tom Nook, who is seen as dangerous, especially when it comes to Vin.

Vin’s background is tied to the earlier games, where she appeared as a mayor ready to go far, but later, her role was reduced to just an island representative under Tom Nook’s control.

Tom Nook, on the other hand, evolved from running a simple wooden shack to becoming a millionaire businessman, controlling IT services, creating his own phone brand, and expanding his real estate empire.

I’m working on a continuation of Dear Ocean, with a chapter 1.5 where I’ll explore the point of view of the other characters when Vin isn’t around. It’ll show how Tom Nook manages to reach her and what’s happening on his side, as well as his interactions with the other characters.

That’s about it, I think I’ve covered everything.)

[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart -Chapter 7

Pairing- Jensen x ex!Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,826

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Brief discussion of sex. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N-Sorry for the last chapter, but you all had to know it was coming. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

Series Masterlist

Thankfully everyone left you alone the day after you returned home.  You spent the day in your room curled up in the bed watching movies.  Alternating between Hallmark channel and other rom coms which had you arguing with the tv about how relationships really work out.

Tom brings you some goldfish crackers that evening when he thought you might be hungry.  You thank him and turn on Disney when he curls up next to you.

“You won’t let me down, will you little man?”

He shakes his head and the crackers he’s chewing spill from his mouth.

“You are just going to make a mess in my bed.”

He nods to that one.  With a shake of your head, you start to tickle him.  He ends up falling asleep in your room.  Jared comes by later and moves him to his own. 

Wednesday starts out much the same, but Gen won’t let you stay holed up in your room all day 

long. 

“Up and at ‘em lady, let’s go.  Get moving.”

“I’m good right here.  I don’t have anything I’m supposed to do anyways.”

“You had yesterday to lay around, come on.  You need to actually leave this room today,” she keeps pushing you.  “Go take a shower, or a bath even, that will help get you going.

With a groan you give in and get out of bed. Heading into the attached bathroom Gen calls after you,  “Tom and I will be waiting for you downstairs to have breakfast.”

After showering, you throw on some shorts and a t-shirt and put your wet hair up in a bun. You don’t want to make the pregnant woman wait too long for breakfast.  

Coming down the steps you hear her and Tom in the kitchen, sounds like he is trying to help her with breakfast.  Entering the kitchen you see spilled orange juice on the table, and a bowl of spilled blueberries. Gen is taking a wet shirt off of Tom.  Grabbing a washcloth you start cleaning up the table, while she takes care of him. 

Jared is already gone for a meeting, so it’s just the three of you sitting down for breakfast once everything is clean.

“What are you taking this weekend?” Gen asks you.

“Taking where?”

“Are you still joining us for the Fourth of July trip,  with the rest of your family?”

It takes you a minute to wrap your brain around what she said.  “I forgot we are already at the start of July this weekend.  I’m not sure what I’ll bring.  Do you already have yours planned out?”

“We do, Tom and I are going to go pick some fruits and vegetables Friday so they are fresh for the weekend.  We’re going to do a veggie tray and fruit pizza.  Jare talked to Jeff, they ordered some meat for the weekend.  One of us will pick it up before we leave on Saturday.  That way your parents don’t have to deal with it.”

“Sounds good.  Is MJ making her potatoes?”

“Yes, along with salad and your mom is making some side salads.”

“Sounds like desserts on me.”

“That’s what we thought, but I wasn’t going to push you into it.”

“Yeah, I’ll figure out something.”

After breakfast you take your computer to the upstairs reading nook and look for ideas; you aren’t exactly in a party mood so you need some inspiration.  Tom brings his trucks in the room to play and helps you to pick a few things out to make,  jello cookies and cupcakes.  

Before you turn off the computer a ding lets you know a new email arrived.  Checking you see it’s from Creation, they are confirming your dates for the upcoming convention.  Crap, you forgot there was one coming up so soon.  You really aren’t ready to think about seeing Jensen yet, especially when there are going to be hundreds of people around.  You don’t reply, closing it for now to think about.

Getting down on the floor, you play trucks with Tom for a bit before he tires of that and goes off to find his mom.  Jared is back from his meeting, and looking out the back window you see him swimming laps in the pool.  You decide he might be the best person to talk to about the upcoming con.

Sitting down at the edge you put your feet in the water waiting for him to finish up.  He does about five more laps before he comes to a stop.  Wiping the water from his eyes, he turns to look at you.

“Hey, nice to see you out of the bedroom today.”

“Gen didn’t give me a choice.”

“Sounds like my wife.  You alright?”

“Eh.  I need some advice or your opinion, something I don’t know which.”

He looks slightly confused. “Um, okay.”

“I got the schedule confirmation email from Creation today.  Honestly, I forgot about it coming up.  I don’t know that I can be there while he is right now.  I know it’s still a few weeks away, but running into Jay for the first time with a bunch of fans around…”

“Doesn't sound like the best idea?” he finishes for you.

“Yeah.  I don’t want to back out, but I don’t want to be around Sunday.”

He’s quiet for a moment.  “You could tell Creation you need to leave this one earlier than normal.”

“Would you be alright with that?”

“Y/N, I’m alright with whatever you need.  You’re my little sister, you will always come first for me.  So, if you don’t want to go, or need to change the time you are there, tell them.”

“Thanks Jare.”

“No problem,” he tells you with a smirk, and a slight gleam in his eye.

You quickly realize what’s going through his head when he slowly glides through the water toward you.  Pulling your legs out of the pool and standing up away from the ledge you shake your head at him.  “You are not pulling me in, Mister.”

You hear him laughing as you make your way back inside.  The first thing you do is write an email to Creation letting them know you need to make a change.  Looking at the clock, you notice it’s almost three.  You go downstairs to look for Gen, to see if she cares if you make dinner tonight.  You are craving some fettuccine alfredo, it’s a comfort food for you.  The rest of the day passes uneventfully, and they let you retire to the quiet of your room after dinner. 

When you get yourself around Thursday morning, you head to the store with both yours and Gen’s list for this weekend.  As you are walking down the aisle you end up picking up more than you plan on, grabbing jello for the cookies gives you another idea, then one sends you on to the alcohol aisle.

After all the groceries are carried in the house, you get to work.  Gen comes in once and looks at all the jello boxes sitting on the counter then turns to you with her eyebrows raised. 

“Eight boxes of jello, do you think we’ll need that many cookies?”

“Oh no, only two of them are for cookies.”

“Saving the others for later?”

“Nope 4 are for jello shots, don’t worry I’ll do some non alcoholic for you. The other two are for a jello cake.”

“Alright, need any help?”

“Nope I’m good.”

She checks on you a few times as the day goes on, the third time she finally speaks up.

 “Is all of what you are making for this weekend?  I thought you were just going to do the jello stuff?”

“I was going to make those cookies and a regular cake or cupcakes, but I kept finding things in the store that gave me ideas.  So why not make more?  What else am I going to do?  Who cares if I stuff my face all weekend?”

She opens her mouth, but closes it again, and leaves without another word.  Jared comes in later that afternoon, looks around and walks back out.  He goes to find Gen sitting out in the yard with Tom.

“What’s going on in the kitchen?”

“It’s what she's taking with us this weekend.  I think she's trying to distract herself.  We’re going to need to order takeout tonight.  No way I’m going to be able to get in there to make anything.”

“Does she realize there are only ten of us going?”

Gen just shrugs, “what’s she working on now?”

“I think cupcakes.”

“I haven’t seen her make any of those yet.  I have seen a cake and a pan of brownies come out of the oven, jello shots go in the fridge and she was mixing three different batches of cookies.”

“She’ll have us all in a sugar coma.”

You finished all the baking on Thursday and spent Friday morning frosting and decorating the cupcakes, cake, and brownies.

That evening you finish packing and take your suitcase downstairs.  Jared and Gen are watching a movie in the living room area with Tom sleeping between them.

“Hey guys, I was wondering if I could ask you to do me a favor?”

Jared nods and Gen agrees.

“Could you not say anything to anyone about me and Jensen?  I’m not ready for that to come out yet please?”

“You aren’t going to be able to hide it forever,” Jared starts off, but Gen pokes him in the side to stop him.

“But we won’t be the ones to tell them,” she adds.

“Thank you.”

Saturday morning is, well, crazy.  Jared takes the half packed car to go pick up the meat, and get more ice for the coolers.  Gen is chasing a very energetic Tom around the house trying to get him ready.  You are working on packing your SUV.  You thought about riding with them, but that would have been one very full car.

By the time Jared returns, your car is ready to go.  You take over dealing with Tom, while Gen directs your brother on loading their car.  Sadie finds a pile of dirt to go roll in and needs a bath before she can get in the car.   Finally, everyone is ready to go.  You follow their Suburban out the driveway and down the road.

You have an hour and twenty minute drive to Canyon Lake, to let your mind wander.  When this trip was first planned around Christmas time, you had invited Jensen along.  He thought he could get away for the weekend, but that was never brought up again once filming started.  You wonder what he is up to, did he come home to see his family?  Is he up with the cast he is spending so much time with?  Is he happier now that he doesn’t have to deal with you?

Thankfully, before you can really work yourself up, you are pulling into the driveway of the house your parents rented for the weeknd.  Getting out of the car, you cannot believe how big the place is.

Hearing a door open you see your parents walking out of the house.  Tom and Sadie both run up to them.  While the vehicles are being unloaded, Jeff and his family pull in the drive.  After everyone greets one another, the cars finish being emptied.

Inside your mom is giving out bedroom arrangements. “Y/N, I have you and Jensen in the far bedroom, next to Jared and Gen.  When will he be arriving?”

“He isn’t coming.  Sorry, I didn’t realize you were expecting him.”

“Oh, okay.  Jeff and Mary Jo, you are in the room up here and your dad and I will take the last room with the grandkids.”

“Mom, I can take that room.  You two can have the quieter room.”

So your brothers and their wives end up at one end of the house, and you end up on the other with your parents, two nephews and niece.  There was a bunk bed in the room you were sharing with the kids and the two boys immediately claimed it.  As the oldest grandkid, Tyler, Jeff’s son, declared he should have the top.  Katie, was going to sleep in the bed next to yours.

Once the luggage is taken to the rooms, you head down to the kitchen where your mom is already starting to put away the food.  Gen and MJ are down to help shortly.  

“Goodness, do you think we have enough sweets?” your mom asks as she is unloading the items you made.

“I was on a roll,” you tell her.

The kids are begging to go to the beach by the time everything is put away, so once everyone is changed the group makes the ten minute walk to the beach.  Gen and Mary Jo stay on the beach with your parents while you join your brothers and their kids in the water.  You tire out before the little ones do, and the guys herd them back to play on the beach for a while.  Laying down next to Gen on the big blanket she spread out, your mom starts questioning you.

“So how is Jensen doing?”  

“He’s fine, they keep him busy.”

“Does he like the new people he’s working with?”

“Seems to.”

“It’s too bad he couldn’t join us this weekend.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey mom,” Jared calls out, thankfully distracting her for you, “did you see that new exhibit coming to the history museum next month?” 

“No, what is it?” she asks him.  

The kids take a break from digging in the sand to come sit down and eat a snack before getting their parents up to play with them again.  You go between watching Jared and Gen with Tom in the water and Jeff and Mary Jo building a sand castle with their kids.  As much as you hate to admit it, there is a tinge of jealousy watching them all.  You thought you and Jay were going to have this together sometime soon.  Or at least you had hoped, and apparently so did your mother.

“So how long until you and Jensen are chasing a little one of your own around here too?”

“Longer than you think, mom.” Standing up you pick up your things.  “I’m going to go back and let Sadie out since she didn’t come with us.

Back at the house, you take Sadie for a short walk before changing and heading into town.  It’s not your mom’s fault for asking all those things, she doesn’t know what happened between you and Jensen.

Nothing really catches your eye as you walk through some of the small shops.  You pass a grocery store on the way back home, and you decide to stop and grab a bottle of wine.  It might be needed to get through this trip or at least tonight. .  So will the three bags of groceries you leave with. 

When you return Jeff is in the kitchen helping Katie get a drink.  “Where did you disappear to?”

“Just ran into town to look around while you were all busy.”

He looks in the bags you set on the counter, “already worried we’ll run out of food?”

“No.”

When you don’t say anymore, just set about putting the groceries away, he goes back outside with  Katie.  With everything, but what you need out now put away, you get to work.  Jared comes in a few minutes later.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing you?”

“Jeff said you went on a shopping spree.”

“Of course he did.”

“Want to talk about anything?”

“Nope.  I want to make cornbread to go with dinner.”

He watches you for a minute before he also retreats back outside. With the bread in the oven you pull out the bbq mom had gotten ready earlier and put it in the crockpot to warm up.  Seeing the jello shots in there, you take a few out for yourself.  Then decide to whip up a nacho dip to have out for a snack.  You grab those ingredients back out as Gen makes her way inside.  She sits down on one of the stools and watches you.

“I’m fine,” you tell her before she can ask.

“No you aren’t.  But I wasn’t going to ask.  Do you need any help?”

“I think I’m good. Meats heating up, I made cornbread.  I’m not sure what else you guys want out for dinner tonight.  Oh, and I’m making a nacho dip.”

“Probably some vegetables or fruit at least,” Gen says, getting up to look in the fridge.  

She finds some already cut fruit, puts it into a bowl, and brings the salad out that MJ prepared.  She is getting out plates and utensils when your mom enters.

“How are we doing girls?”

“Fine, just getting things out for dinner.”  When Gen hears the mixer start she turns to see what you are doing now.  The nacho dip you had is ready and sitting on the table.   When you finally turn the mix off she asks.  “Now what are you mixing up?”

“Garlic spread for the crackers I bought.”

“Isn’t this a lot of food,” your mom questions looking between the two of you.

“Not really.  Jared and Jeff are like bottomless pits, mom,” you tell her before grabbing out a box of Ritz.

Gen just shakes her head and holds up her hands.  She goes to tell the kids to get washed up, as your mom is getting glasses out for drinks.

“Is everything alright?” she asks.

“Just fine, be better if everyone stops asking me that.”

At the dinner table you end up next to Gen who is helping Tom and across from MJ and Katie.  Both kids still need their parents to help them.  Tyler is busy telling Jeff and your parents a story.  What you don’t see is Jared watching you push the food around your plate from the other side of Tom.

There is a bonfire after dinner with smores, someone across the lake is lighting up fireworks you can see from the yard.  You are ready to head inside for some quiet time when the first kid says they are tired. Jared tries to talk to you, but you tell him you are beat also.

You get up and go for a walk the next morning.  When you return the rest of the crew is getting ready to go back to the beach.  Snacks are packed,  kids are sunscreened, and Jared has Sadie ready with her leash.  He is taking her so she can play in the water.  You tell them all you will be down shortly.  Once they leave you sit on the porch, and enjoy the quiet before you have to get yourself down to the water.  If you wait too long someone will be looking for you. 

The morning at the beach goes much the same as the day before.  Playing in the water and sand.  Three tired kids ride back in the wagon. Looking for a snack in the kitchen, you decide to make up the pull apart cheese bread you saw online.  Remembering it when you were in the store, you grabbed what you needed yesterday.  

Jared comes in for a drink and looks at what you are doing.  “Is there anything else you plan on making, or are you going to join us out on the deck?”

“Um, I could…”

“We have enough food, come hang out with us.”

“Alright, let me get this in the oven.”

You join the other adults on the porch, you’re sure it won’t be long before your mom has another question about Jensen.  To your surprise she doesn’t, neither does anyone else.  Jeff and Jared decide to go off on a run, your mom and dad go in to get the steaks ready for tonight.  That leaves you with your two sister-in-laws. 

Somehow the conversation ends up on sex. You stand up before it gets too far. “Okay I’m out.”

“What? Why?” Mary Jo asks.

“One, it's been way too long, and unlike the two of you, I can’t go upstairs and get the dick tonight when I’m worked up.  Two, you’re both sleeping with my brothers.  I don’t need to hear this.”

“It couldn’t have been that long for you,” MJ says.

“January, before Jensen left.  It’s now July,” you tell her.

“Didn’t you just go see him?”

You sigh and look over at Gen.  “What are you giving me that look for?  I say tell her.  You’re the one keeping it quiet because you think it will ruin the trip,” Gen says.

“What?” MJ questions looking between the two of you.

Taking a deep breath you sit back down.  “I wasn’t going to tell anyone, like Gen said.  Jay and I broke up last weekend.”

“What?” she screams.  “You’re pulling my leg.  You two are made for each other.”

You sadly shake your head no.  “I just don’t want mom and dad to find out yet.”

"Wow, I can’t believe that.  I’m sorry.  I won’t say anything to them, but Jeff believes you’re acting weird and keeps asking me what I think is going on.”

“Fine, you can tell him.”

“I’ll let you get back to your conversation, now.”

“Well you totally killed that buzz, it’s time for a new topic,” Gen teases you.

That night while everyone was around the fire out back, even more people around the area were lighting off fireworks.

“Can we do that?” Tom asks his dad.

“I don’t know buddy, we’ll have to wait and see,” your brother says, hiding a grin that makes you think he already bought some fireworks of his own.

You didn’t sleep well that night and are the last one to rise Monday morning.  The kids are running around in their red white and blue clothes.  Katie has some fancy red and blue ribbons in her hair too.  Once again, beach time is on the agenda.  

You are drying off from a swim next to Gen when your phone starts beeping.  Picking it up you see a notification that Jensen has just posted on Instagram.  He doesn’t tend to post a lot so you forgot to change your notification settings for him.  Part of you says not to, but you open the app anyways. Instead of scrolling down the homepage you go to his profile.

“Wow,” is out of your mouth before you can even think.  You might be upset with him right now, but you can’t help but admire how good he looks in his Soldier Boy suit.  That is followed by a snort and a head shake when you read the caption below the picture. 

“What is it?” Gen asks.

“Jensen posted the reveal of his Soldier Boy Suit. Probably in celebration of the 4th.”  Turning your phone toward her, you show her the picture. 

“Not bad Ackles,” Gen agrees, then she also laughs when reading his caption.  “I can’t believe he said that.”

“I can believe he said it, just surprised it’s on Instagram for all to see.”

“Did you get to see him in his suit when you went to visit?” You mom asks.

“No, I wasn’t able to go to the set with him,” you answer.  

Judging by the look Jeff has on his face, his wife told him of your breakup.  You hurry and change the topic before he can say anything.  Taking your phone back from Gen, you change the notifications for Jensen, and also the profile picture that had been the two of you.  Deciding to go with one of you and your brothers from the day before.

When a break from the sun is needed, the group heads back to the house. The food that is left over is spread out to be picked at as the day goes on.  One of the guys finds a corn hole game in the barn and sets that up in the yard.   Jared and Gen take on Jeff and Mary Jo first.  Your middle sibling wins, and your mom partners with you for the next round.

You and are standing at one end tossing toward them, and trying just as hard to knock each other’s bean bags off, as you are to get them in.  

“So if I make this shot, then you’re babysitting Tom Wednesday and Thursday while we’re in LA, okay?”

Of course he makes the shot, then has to celebrate.

“You know, you could have just asked, and I would have said yes, right?”

“Eh, this is more fun.”

Shaking your head, you line up your throw, the game is still close and you would love to beat him.

“Hey,” calls out Jeff just as you are about to let go, causing you to jump and completely miss the board.

“Yes,” you ask, turning to him with a glare.

He just smiles back, “what does one have to do to get in on the free babysitting?”

“Let me move into your house rent free.”

“We have a couch you can have,” he tells you.

“No, no no.” Jared comes and stands in front of you, so Jeff can’t see you.  “She’s ours.”

“Jared, get back to your spot,” your mom tells him.  “Besides, aren't you going back to Jensen’s when he finishes filming soon?” she asks you.

Your brother next to you, throws his head back and his arms up.  “Will you just tell her for pete’s sake?”

“Tell me what?” your mom questions, looking between you two.  You and Jared are too caught up in a staring contest to answer her right away. 

“Oh fine,” you eventually give in.  Turning away from Jared, you face your mom.  “Jensen and I broke up last weekend.  Our lives are just going in different directions right now.”

Her mouth drops and she just stares at you, not saying a word.

“I think you broke mom,” Jared tells you.

“But you two were so good together.  He was already like part of the family, fit in so well.  I can’t believe you two broke up.”

“She was really counting on having Jensen as a son-in-law apparently,” Jeff throws out.

“And I’m out.  Thank you all.” You toss the last bean bag in your hand down, and walk inside the door slamming behind you.

You head upstairs wishing you had a door to shut for privacy up here.  Collapsing, on your bed you stare up at the ceiling.  It isn’t long before your mom is standing at the top of the stairs looking at you.

 “Yes?” you ask.

“I’m sorry, I was just really surprised to hear that.  Why didn’t you tell me sooner?  Are you doing alright?”

“I didn’t want to ruin your weekend.”

“You couldn’t ruin my weekend by telling me that.  I probably could have made yours better by not asking all the questions about him.  I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“I talked to Donna this week, she never said anything.”

“I doubt Jensen even told her.  He’s caught up in his new life in Toronto.  I just don’t have a place in it anymore.”

Your mom doesn’t say anything, just wraps you in a big hug as you cry once again.  She sits with you for a little bit, before you tell her you’re alright and she makes her way downstairs.  When dinner is called later, you splash some water on your face and go make an appearance. 

After dinner the kids are playing in the yard, their parents watching them.  You decide to walk back down to the beach.  There aren’t too many people around at this time. Sitting in the sand, up by the waters edge, you enjoy listening to the sound of the waves crashing as they hit shore.  The sun slowly starts to set and shades of pink, and orange fill the sky.  Before it gets too low, you make your way back to the house.

A fire is already going, the little ones have sparklers they are waving around.  Under strict observation, of course.  As it gets darker, more fireworks are going off all around the area.  Jeff and Jared disappear and come back with a small box of their own fireworks.  Tom and Tyler are so excited to see them lit so close to them.    

Once the kids are passed out, their dads take them up to bed.  You help your mom and sisters-in-law clean up the kitchen.  The food is broken down and divided up by who is taking what home.  You end up with more of your baked goods going home then you would have liked.  Maybe, you did overdo the baking.

Tuesday morning, everyone is up a little earlier than the last few days.  After breakfast the cars are packed, and the cabin is straightened back up.  When all that is done, you hug your parents and get behind the wheel of your car, to follow your two brothers back to Austin.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 8

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[perch-the-cat]

I'ma Judge you for who you main in Mario Kart (Don't take it too seriously)

(these are for Mario Kart 8 deluxe so it doesn't have all the players from tour)

Mario: You are basic or you just started playing Mario Kart and you don't really like any other characters as much

Luigi: You are probably obsessed with this man

Peach: same as Mario but you're probably a girl or a gay adult man

Daisy: you are probably a tomboy

Rosalina: You probably find her attractive (and you're not wrong about that)

Tanooki Mario: You probably think he's a raccoon. You also probably play as him because You wanted to play as Tom Nook but he isn't a playable character in any games you have

Cat Peach: along with what was said about Peach, but I will add furry into that mix

Yoshi: You wish the dinosaurs never went extinct

Toad: You probably impersonate him a lot and your parents hate you for it

Koopa Troopa: You wanted to play as a villain character so you chose this little guy (or you really like turtles with no spikes on them)

Shy Guy: You feel socially awkward a lot and you want to cry in your room until the other person leaves

Lakitu: You like that you can actually see his legs now

Toadette: Same as toad but you are probably a girl or again a gay man

King Boo: You wish it was his Luigi's mansion design because I would look way more cool (I'd also probably main him if it was the L's mansion design)

Baby Mario: No matter how small you are you think you can defeat anyone

Baby Luigi: You like his baby design more

Baby Peach: you think she's an angle

Baby Daisy: You are very strong and people think you wouldn't be able to lift a pencil

Baby Rosalina: Someone else is playing as Rosalina or you are one of those hardcore gamers on YouTube who knows what they are doing

Metal Mario: Takes you back to the good old days (you also weigh a lot probably

Pink Gold Peach: same with peach but you weigh a LOT (you also probably think she should be called rose gold peach)

Wario: You are an old greasy man that loves garlic and money or you think he's funny

Waluigi: You wish this man was your husband no matter which gender you are

Donkey Kong: you like the DK Rap (where are they now)

Bowser: You like being in charge... You are also probably an alcoholic

Dry Bones: You are dead inside

Bowser Jr: You favor your father and don't care about hurting anyone's feelings about saying it. Your parents probably also get in a lot of fights as well.

Dry Bowser: same as Bowser but you are also dead inside

Lemmy: You think he's very wholesome and adorable (or you like midget turtles that are probably gay)

Larry: You like turtles that are easy to beat up

Wendy: You are probably a diva or you put her baldness and fat ass lips aside and played as her anyway

Ludwig: You are probably one of his OBSESSIVE fans who will do anything for him. Or you like classical music. Or both.

Iggy: You are very much mentally unstable, so you chose the character that is just as insane as you are

Roy: You are a Bully and an Asshole

Morton: You probably have this on your agenda, Wake up, eat, eat, eat some more, sleep, wake up in the middle of the night to raid the fridge, eat the food you just stole, sleep, and repeat.

Inkling girl: You are a girl who likes squids and painting

Inkling Boy: same as Inkling Girl but you are a boy instead.

Link: You think you're the "Chosen One"

Villager Boy: You are an Animal Crossing fan who doesn't want to be called a furry

Villager Girl: same as Villager Boy but you are a girl

Isabelle: Same as villager girl and boy but you don't care if you are called a furry (You may or may not be one)

Birdo: You are probably a trans

Kamek: You read a lot of Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings

Petey Piranha: You are the type of person to talk to their Venus flytraps

Wiggler: You like him because he's adorable and you like bugs... or you use the kart that looks like him and make him ride it, then you start calling it slavery

Peachette: If anyone knows what chaos the super crown has brought they would know why you chose her, You whore!

Pauline: You are a talented singer

Diddy Kong: You like monkeys or you're Jane Goodall

Funky Kong: You played so many mods playing as him and you are so happy he's back

Thank you for reading this and remember don't take it seriously this is all a joke.

Also, reblog if you think it's pretty accurate

[most-fuckable-character-showdown]

Characters included in the showdown

If any of these characters are repeated or under 18 please let me know asap so I can switch them out

Remus Sanders from Sanders Sides (17)

Janus Sanders from Sanders Sides (14)

Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides (13)

Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House (13)

Roman Sanders from Sanders Sides (11)

Virgil Sanders from Sanders Sides (10)

Din Djarin/Mandalorian from The Mandalorian (10)

Remy Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (10)

Patton Sanders from Sanders Sides (9)

Noise from Roleslaying with Roman (8)

The Once-ler from the Lorax (7)

Sans from Undertale (6)

Angel from Hell’s Belles (5)

Julian Devorak from The Arcana (5)

William Afton from fnaf (4)

Ingo from Pokémon (4)

Leon S Kennedy from Resident Evil (4)

Anxiety Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (4)

Clay Puppington from Moral Orel (4)

Youngblood from Roleslaying with Roman (4)

Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls (3)

Shane from The L Word (3)

Jameson Jackson from Jacksepticeye (3)

The Other Side of the Pillow from Thomas Sanders Shorts (3)

Virgil the Rat from Ride the Cyclone (3)

Kylo Ren from Star Wars (3)

Megamind from Megamind (3)

Bucky Barnes from MCU (3)

Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield) from No Way Home (3)

Mike from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Ryker from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Roman from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Raine Whispers from The Owl House (3)

Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede (3)

Nicholas D Wolfwood from Trigun (3)

Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale (2)

Sage Lesath from Last Legacy (2)

L Lawliet from Death Note (2)

Crowley from Good Omens (2)

Dr. Bright from SCP Foundation (2)

Shrek from Shrek (2)

Peter Cola from CNP (2)

Peppino from Pizza Tower (2)

Tangerine from Bullet Train (2)

Luis Sera from Resident Evil 4 (2)

Darius from The Owl House (2)

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal (2)

Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Enjorlas from Les Miserables (2)

Jessie from Pokémon (2)

James from Pokémon (2)

Mettaton EX from Undertale (2)

Sampo Koshi from Honkai Star Rail (2)

Wilford Warfstache from Markiplier (2)

The Narrator from The Stanley Parable (2)

Shego from Kim Possible (2)

Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil (2)

Blackbeard from Our Flag Means Death (2)

Orange Side from Sanders Sides (2)

Lucio from The Arcana (2)

Burgundy Red from Roleslaying with Roman (2)

Puff Puff Humbert from Your Favorite Martin (2)

Viktor Humphries from Slime Rancher (2)

Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Miss Secondopinionson from Moral Orel (2)

Eggman from Sonic (2)

Spamton from Deltarune (1)

The Corinthian from The Sandman (1)

Asra Alnazar from The Arcana (1)

Felix Escellun from Last Legacy (1)

Edwin from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Hatori from Fruits Basket (1)

Izzy Hands from Our Flag Mean Death (1)

Undyne from Undertale (1)

Glamrock Freddy from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gummy from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Nadia Satrinava from The Arcana (1)

Scorpia from She Ra (1)

Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth (1)

Vaporeon from Pokémon (1)

Rouge the Bat from Sonic (1)

Aaravos from The Dragon Prince (1)

Millions Knives from Trigun Stampede (1)

Spock from Star Trek (1)

Toriel from Undertale (1)

Bowser from Super Mario (1)

Shota Aizawa from My Hero Academia (1)

Tom Nook from Animal Crossing (1)

Critic Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (1)

Skeletor from Masters of the Universe (1)

Elias Bouchard from The Magnus Archives (1)

Asmodeus from Obey Me (1)

Guillermo from What We do in the Shadows (1)

Asgore Dreemurr from Deltarune (1)

Dio Brando from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (1)

Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who (1)

Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (1)

Red Guy from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (1)

Padme from Star Wars (1)

Archibald Asparagus from Veggie Tales (1)

Shen Jiu from The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System (1)

Roxanne Wolf from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gomez Addams from The Addams Family (1)

Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty (1)

Fiona from Shrek (1)

Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas (1)

Emile from Cartoon Therapy (1)

Vlad Masters from Danny Phantom (1)

Eyeless Jack from Creepypasta (1)

Merlin from Fate/Grand Order (1)

Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss (1)

Ganondorf from The Legend of Zelda (1)

Michael Afton from fnaf (1)

Marvus Xoloto from Hiveswap (1)

Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium (1)

Jang Jaeyoung from Semantic Error (1)

The Bog King from Strange Magic (1)

Batman from Batman (1)

Randy Jade from Dialtown (1)

Yor Forger from Spy x Family (1)

Mark Winters/Wavelength from Just Role With It (1)

Dr. Alto Clef from SCP Foundation (1)

Striker from Helluva Boss (1)

Stoic the Vast from How to Train your Dragon (1)

Bandit from Bluey (1)

Spain from Hetalia (1)

Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray (1)

Muriel from The Arcana (1)

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Getting into animal crossing later in life (as in, the fanbase- I played enough as a child to have an inexplicable massive crush on one of my female villagers, can’t remember who but I remember thinking she was so pretty and wondering if I could marry her) makes the whole “evil Tom Nook” thing so bizarre like? my good friend tom nook??? he literally gives you houses for free and genuinely doesn’t give a shit if you don’t pay him back like. you don’t Have to do that you can just keep the money and he won’t bother you. he's a bit standoffish in earlier games sure but he’s never like actually mean or anything he's just aloof. he adopted two children out of the kindness of his heart man he's a lovely dude he’s my mate. he's just got depression. something something you guys couldn’t even handle tom nook.

[dodoisles]

Don’t let New Horizons trick you into believing Tom Nook is a good man! The letters in this game really were wild, huh?

[kwardo]

Day One

Thou hast stumbled upon mine Animal Crossing blog. I'll keep this updated as long as I don't lose interest in the game, which tends to happen a lot. I'll be playing the first game, as it's the only one I haven't paid much attention to. Besides the very basic objectives this game has to offer (achieve perfect town status, house upgrades, more..?) i wanna try and obtain all the NES games legitimately. I also *have* to replace the trees in town with golden trees. I just need to.

Starting off, I get taunted for being lonely. And I thought this was supposed to be a comfort game. I'm not really sure what he means by "getting friends to come here", though. Gamecube doesn't support online play, but maybe he knows more than I do? Maybe I'm just ignorant. Still, he shouldn't comment on my social status. I used to love this guy in City Folk. He was humble. He loved his fans, he loved *me*. But it turns out he's an asshole. Well, what more could you expect from a dog? I hope he gets kicked out of whatever label he's signed to. Let's see him handing out mixtapes on the street. Maybe that *did* happen, which would explain his humbleness in further installations of the series. I'm hoping it did. Anyway, I board the train, and I get approached by an anthropomorphic cat. Guess what he utters.

I mean, this feels like a poorly disguised fetish. It's like he *wants* to drool on me. It's like he said that, expecting a positive reaction from me. It's like he wanted me to say "Oh, no worries! I'd love to have your sloppy saliva on my clothes!". But that just won't fly. Not with me. I refuse to take part in this guy's sick fetish. If this is the first thing he says to an acquaintance, just imagine what's on his hard drive. Thankfully, this is the only time you see him in-game (and thank god for that...) But since I'm a kind soul, I put up with him. He figured out that approaching me like that wasn't exactly appropriate, so he resorted to small talk. Asked me for my name and all. I put in "Dre". It's short for "Andre".

He just laughed in my face. I'm starting to think that this guy is more of a social cripple than me. It's not like his name is any better. This is the first time I've seen a cat named Rover. That's the equivalent of being a man named "Aubrey", so I suggest he keeps his mouth shut.

He starts interrogating me. Asks me what town I'm moving to. Why I'm moving. Now, I try to maintain an image of glamour and wealth, but truth is I'm broke. And I'm forced to tell him that. I'm forced to tell him that I can't afford a roof over my head. He's guilt tripped into helping poor 'ol me find a place to live.

Just try and tell me this doesn't sound like two dope peddlers discussing profits. And here I was, thinking that this guy is just a gooner incapable of running a business. I never would have imagined that he'd be in the crack game. Dirty money or not, it doesn't matter. I need a home, and I need one fast, cause this train's gonna reach it's destination someday. I'm also not entirely convinced that he's helping me out from the goodness of his heart. He's a porn-addict, after all. He's probably doing this in the hopes of crawling into bed with me. Absolutely disgusting.

I get off the train, and *damn*. I look absolutely terrific. I bet all the quirky girls in town are gonna be throwing petals at my feet (that is, if they're not fast asleep already...). Yeah, I arrived in town a little *too* late. 22:39 (that's 10:39PM for you yankees). Gonna have to put off my lady killer antics for tomorrow, unfortunately. I know, I need to get my priorities straight, and my priority right now is finding a place to sleep, preferably warm. You can't see him in the image, but Tom Nook is *right* there! He's the only person in Katos (that's the name of the town!) awaiting me, and it's not because he wants to give me a housewarming welcoming ceremony. He's awaiting me purely for his own gain! He informs me of the loan prices, and they're quite generous, actually. First loan is 19.800 bells. Now, if you didn't know, bells are based off Japanese Yen (I *might* be lying here. I read this on the Animal Crossing Forums years ago, but it makes sense, right? Nintendo is a Japanese company or whatever.) Now, 19.800 Yen equates to 135.360 US Dollars. Now, I'm convinced that this is a money laundering scheme. Tom Nook is a dope dealer, and he's loaning off houses as a cover. 135 Dollars with no interest? It's a little shady.

This is the aftermath of my first deposit. I only had a thousand bells on me. Now, he mocks me for being impoverished, but I laugh back at his comically elongated nose. Just look at it. You could stack donuts on that thing. Kissing is probably very complicated in the Nook family. He offers, no, he *forces* me into working for him. Usually, I'd salvage my dignity and smugly refuse, but these are grim times. This doesn't stop me from slacking off, though. I'm gonna go and make a plethora of friends!

*Ow*. That's what I get for slacking off. You think this is an elaborate scheme by Nook to punish me for not happily waltzing into his shop immediately? Cause I don't. I think this guy is just an asshole. From now on, August 22nd, he's my enemy number #1. He's gonna leave town whether he likes it or not. There's a good reason as to why every acre around his house is devoid of residents. I think he's hiding something. Maybe he's involved in the whole drug thing? I feel like he would've been forced out of town by the other villagers. Tom Nook *has* to be the one keeping him here. Surely the others would not tolerate him, unless they're in on the whole thing too...A cartel town.

Now, I was approaching this guy's shop, mood ruined, until I stumbled onto this ball. Now, kicking the ball is quite fun, actually. It makes bouncy noises. They're such a joy to listen to. So much so, that I couldn't help but share the sound with the 2 people reading this blog. Now, I didn't realize that my microphone was on, so you're gonna hear me flicking the joystick around, but it's the thought that counts, right? :)

Now, this lady got mad at me for some reason. I was mistaken with some "hipster" (who could that be?). I suspect that this "hipster" dude is gigolo. The dialogue is *very* revealing. "I've been waiting here all night!". No comment.

She profusely apologized once she realized I wasn't her man. Weirdo. I'm starting to think that I'm the only normal one here. I don't even want to know what the rest of the town roster looks like. Better stop slacking off and get a job.

Wow, starting off great... This business doesn't seem profitable. Look at what he's selling here. Wallpaper, carpet, and a shovel. I'd get rid of those right off the bat if I was him. How often does one buy a carpet?

"**41.9% The percentage of the U.S. flooring market represented by the carpet industry in 2015, according to statistics from Marketing Insights**"

I'm too tired to try to decipher the meaning behind that statistic, but it's either saying that 41% of people use carpet, or that 41% of people don't. And there's a cactus and umbrella, too. *Nobody* buys that stuff. Maybe if he opened up a bakery he wouldn't be forced to operate in a shack. You don't launder money like this.

As punishment for being late, he made me wear this preposterous costume that I'm too ashamed to show here. He tasked me with with planting flowers, claiming that it would be "aesthetically appealing to visitors" or whatever. I wasn't really listening, was too distracted by his absurd nose. I did whatever any self-respecting person would do and planted the blossoms outside my soon-to-be residence. It's not like a bunch of poppies would make his sorry shack look any better, no? No.

He told me that I can't proceed without getting along with the townies. Actually insufferable. I don't wanna introduce myself to any more dodos, but orders are orders, and as much as I'd love to disobey them, sometimes you gotta be responsible.

Hey, it's not all that bad. This girl likes me (platonically! I'd never go out with a frog). It seems that she has her own merchandise, too (Note the cutesy frog T-Shirt she's wearing). Wow, there's one stable person here! She even let me walk into her one-room house.

*Oh*. Maybe the umbrella business really *is* profitable?

I also had to say hi to the mayor. He was at the wishing well, for some odd reason. Now, guess where you can ask for an apology? Exactly here, at the wishing well. I feel like he kills off his opposition in order to stay in power, and now he feels remorse. That's why he's here. Tom Nook even says that "You can find him by the wishing well", so this is a regular thing for him. The things people do to stay in power. You can even see how startled he is to see me there. "Eh? Whuh?" He's acting like he just got busted. Now, he's trying to distract me here with some really odd questions, like asking me which family member I respect the most. The reason he's asking me this really random question is because he worries. He worries that I know the real reason as to why he's at the wishing well. Now, I see right through him, but I play into his game. I know he wants me to say that I respect my Gramps the most, but I said Grandpa just to piss him off. He's probably divorced, too, so that's just adding salt to the wound, right? He promptly gets pissed off and starts boasting about his status. I don't care! Oh, also, the wishing well could be a metaphor. There's water in a well, and he has blood on his hands. How do you wash away blood? With water, obviously. The signs were all there, and I'm probably the first to notice them. I'd like to point out a pet peeve I have with this game. It's about the music you hear in the tutorial (when you work for Tom Nook). It's one of the best songs to come out of this series as a whole, and yet you only get to enjoy it for, what, 20 minutes? It's a shame, cause this would've worked as a 1-4 pm theme really well. Here, have a listen.

It's the biggest missed opportunity of this series. If I was smart enough, I'd mod this in as hourly music. But alas, I am not. I've just barely figured out HTML.

I had to advertise my employer's business in a letter. Now, I know how much *everyone* hates getting mailed ads, so I thought I'd try something more experimental here, so I wrote this mantra. It's supposed to represent the shop calling out to him. 50/50 chance it will work.

Turns out this game has cops. That whole "cozy, comfort game" facade has fallen. They operate a lost & found thingy, so I took advantage. Yes, I've been in town for 20 minutes and I already lost 2 of my tees. Silly me!

Turns out that Bob is here! He stuttered when I introduced myself and he's obviously socially inept. Asking me to give something to someone else when it's him that should be doing it? He's obviously doing it to avoid talking to..Oh, it's Spike. The asshole bull from earlier. I don't blame him for shifting that quest on me, honestly, I'd do the same...

Wow, okay, this means war. How could he call Bob a loser? The poor kitty is just scared of the world...I'm not letting him get away with this. I told him to sleep well tonight, because I will be banging my shovel against his bamboo fence anytime he gets rest, starting from tomorrow.

That scared him off good, so he gave me this really ugly shirt to try and bribe me into bestowing mercy upon him. Not only was the shurt ugly, but it also had sweat stains, bleugh. Into the dump it goes!

And just like that, I was done. I had paid off an additional 1,700 bells. It was NOT worth it, not one bit. The worst part is that I all the shops are closed now. I can't even dig up the daily glowing spot. That's a thousand bells I'm missing out on. We'll get 'em next time, I guess. For now, I can just go home and take a gander at what furniture I got gifted.

Yeah, I didn't mention this, but the villagers give you stuff when you run errands for them. They usually don't say *that*, though...

This is just bonkers, now. I have a kiddie table that's as big as my house. I guess that's where I'm sleeping tonight. There's also this thing I stole from the Police Station in the bottom right corner, but I'm not really sure what it is. It looks rad, though, so it's staying. And that was all. Writing this was *exhausting*, it took me about 2 hours, and for what? So that I can have 2 people read it? I'm *really* hoping that I don't get bored of this game quickly, cause that's what tends to happen when I try to get back into City Folk. Hopefully this one has something that keeps me coming back to it. I'll go and get some good sleep now.