#maybe pay off tom nook while I'm at it

[vix-fr]

Post bday mass chest opening results!! With maths :D

[wormvill]

January 4th, 2023 'The Peach Episode'

Another day, another diary.

Can you believe it's been 4 days since 2023? I sure can't.

School started for me today, so posts may become rather rough on schedule. I'll still try and keep my daily streak, but who knows when it'll break?

Let's get started!

My character awoke today rather late, but with a surprise!

We got our first letters today, one from Mom, and one from the Happy Room Academy (otherwise known as HRA).

Let's see what our Mom had to say:

Attached was 1,000 bells! My first instinct was to use all of this towards our debt...but I literally have no money...meaning no tools. If I really want to start raking in the money to pay off our debt, I'm going to need to spend some of this towards tools. If I remember correctly, the average price of tools in this game is 200 bells? I'm not sure if I'm right, but if I am, this could help immensely!

Now, let's open the letter from the HRA:

Woah. This letter. Totally awesome. Me? Impressed. Lyle? Totally will visit soon.

In all seriousness...I'm not sure when is the right time to visit the city? That's something I should probably think about later. If I remember correctly, the city plaza is FILLED with shops, and I'm a little strapped for cash right now. I'm not sure it'd be a good idea to put me (someone with little impulse control) in a shopping center (a place literally meant for shopping).

Maybe we should visit the plaza when we start making a steady inflow of income? Agree? Agree.

Okay, so now that we have 1,000 bells, it's probably time to pocket it and see what tools Nook has to offer. Walker informed me that the items in Nook's Cranny changes everyday meaning that all of our tools we need probably won't be there right now. This sadly isn't like New Horizons where I can craft what I need to. No, if the only tool in there is a shovel, I'll only have a shovel until Nook's Cranny stocks something else.

Let's hope it isn't a shovel.

This also reminded me that I never placed in Walker's fancy carpet or Mitzi's shower.

Look at my new room! The shower is a bit concerned being placed on carpet but hey uh...nothing I can really do about that right now.

Walking to Nook's Cranny, look at all these tools! This is PERFECT to help us start making bells! Oh, please be cheap, please be-

...Well, I may have been a bit off...but that's okay! We can still afford it. Just, can't get as many tools as I thought.

Upon making my first purchase, Tom informs me of his shopping program. Whenever I buy something, I collect points. Collect enough points, I can redeem them for things. Sounds cool.

Spending all of the bells my mom sent me, I now have a net, and a fishing rod. The two basic tools of Animal Crossing.

My first plan of attack: Collect as much fruit as I can (before my neighbors do, per Rolf's advice) and sell it. I also know I can collect shells off the beach and sell them as well. We should be raking in the bells that way. We need to make enough money to pay off an 18,400 bell loan. I don't know if we can achieve it today, but we can certainly try.

Clearing out my inventory, I can collect a full inventory of peaches from 5 trees.

While clearing out trees of peaches, Walker reminds me the urgency of checking my mail.

Once I filled up my inventory with peaches, I walked to Nook's Cranny to see how much an entire inventory of them would sell for.

1,500 bells? That's quite a lot. Maybe reaching our goal would be easier today then I thought. To achieve my goals, I'd really only need to do this 13 times, and I'd have more then enough money. Of course, I don't think I have enough fruit bearing trees to do that, but, this number isn't as daunting as it feels.

I watched my first balloon fly away. I have no slingshot.

We have a new villager!

Hi Tutu! Welcome to Wormvill! I forgot to check if anyone moved in today. Looking at my map, we also have another newbie. Mathilda. Let's go take a break from selling fruits and say hi!

Oh my goodness! Mathilda has a little baby! Or, I guess, a wee baby! How cute!

Walker gives me steel flooring for no other reason then it 'came to him in a dream.' I hope he isn't offended that I'm going to sell it.

Pippy talks to me about how Wormvill has many different festivals, then talks about how her family back home celebrated.

I'll be honest, as I do this, I wonder where Nook has all this room for these peaches? These are...a lot of peaches, so many peaches. I am flooding Nook's Cranny with peaches.

While on my walk back and forth, selling all of the peaches I can, Pippy approaches me.

Pippy says she wants a more lady-like greeting, and wants people to see a little more 'her.' Hmm, what 'feminine' sounding greeting can I make a bunny pun with?

Upon taking the Google for 'lady-like' greetings (and getting nothing but birthday cards), I decided on 'hi, honny bunny.' Hopefully it's 'lady-like' enough to her (though I don't know what that really means?)

I also went down to the beach to collect shells, and got 2,240 bells! This definitly sets us forward a bunch. It set us forward to 12,210, meaning we have only 6,190 left!

I fell in my first hole! :(

Walker comes up to me, and confides in me that Pippy has been bullying him about how he always says wuh! How rude!

Of course not Walker! I love how you say wuh!

Well, I am pretty sure I have gotten every tree with peaches...now it is on to phase 2.

Fishing!

There isn't a lot of bugs right now, seeming as it is January, and winter, but it is time to fish!

This also means we'll be making some of our first donations to Blathers, who we must speak to.

Woah! Our very first catch and look at this cool looking fish...

We also caught a dab, and we are feeling fab!

And a crucian carp!

Tutu sees the bitterling we caught and asks for it...oopsies. I'm gonna have to let her down! :(

I was starting to get tired...time to donate our fish and head to bed!

Blathers! So great to finally meet you!

We donated:

Football Fish

Dab

Crucian Carp

Bitterling

Dace

Pond Smelt

Nothing to sell sadly, but that's okay! We are quite close to our goal!

We went to bed with 15,810 bells! Meaning we only need 2,590 bells. That's super close! We can definitly get those bells tomorrow. For now, I'm tired, and it's time to close the game.

Have a good night!

[axel-fics]

Can I request an axel/reader with your fav trope?? Your stories are very sweet and I'm curious what your fav trope is ;w;

Aww, thanks nonnie! :D Can I just say… that I felt really silly that I didn’t know what a trope was? And then after I did my research and realized I knew what a trope was, I felt even sillier. The 5th grade version of myself is kicking my ass right now. Anyways, I chose The Great Gatsby since it’s one of my favorite books of all time, and the allegories in it are so deep and meaningful. I hope I did the book justice with this! 

Rainy Days and Bookstores

To you, bookstores were a safe haven. If you ever felt down about life or even just a bit more adventurous, you always found yourself skimming through the shelves for new stories to get lost in. It was always a place where you felt free to be yourself, where no one could judge you for sitting in the small reading nook for hours on end reading to your heart’s content. At the end of each trip, you always ended up buying a few books to add to your ever-expanding collection at home; pretty soon you knew you had to stop investing in books and buy a second bookshelf. 

It was a cold and rainy fall afternoon when you decided to pop into your favorite bookstore in Twilight Town. For the first time in a week, you actually had a day off of work and decided to spend it doing all of your favorite things around town. You had wished the weather would be nicer, but a day is a day off, and you were happy to take it. Walking into the bookstore, the bell above the door rang a familiar tune as it dinged above your head, quickly ringing a second time as you shut the door behind you to prevent the cold air from getting in. The bookstore was small and cramped with multiple bookshelves that left narrow passageways throughout the store, but it led to a larger back area with a few couches and chairs, and of course your favorite reading nook. The nook was in the back corner of the store with a large stained glass window of the town’s clock tower that usually glowed on sunny days. Today, however, the colors were slightly muted thanks to the gloominess of the sky. 

The store’s owner gave you a nod as you smiled and gave a small wave before continuing on your merry way of searching for something new to read. You decided today to go down the fiction aisle, which was a change from the mystery novels you were currently divulging into. Running your fingers along the spines of the books, you came across one of your all-time favorite novels: The Great Gatsby. You remembered it being a required text in your junior year of high school and everyone dreaded reading something so outdated. But you? You couldn’t be more excited. Every day you’d volunteer to read aloud, getting lost in the story so quickly that you never noticed all the other kids barely paying attention. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway; F. Scott Fitzgerald was in your top three favorite writers, and nothing would have distracted you from his famous stories. 

Although you were pretty sure you had a copy at home, you couldn’t help but pick up the book and take it with you to your usual spot on the nook along with a few other text you’ve picked up. Instantly diving into the story, you found yourself getting lost once again amongst the classic story of the doomed relationship of Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan and the observations that Nick Carraway described in his first-person narrative. 

‘But I didn’t call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone — he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward — and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for—’

“When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone in the unquiet darkness.”

A man stretched out on a couch not too far from you was looking in your direction, smirking as he finished the exact line you were just reading. How could he have possibly known??

“You were reading out loud. Actually, it was more like whispering pretty loudly,” he chuckled. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disrupt you,” you bowed your head completely embarrassed. 

“Nah, you didn’t. I just sat down to get out of the storm, haven’t decided what to look at yet.” He pointed at the book you were now clenching in your hand. “Gatsby. Great book.” 

“You’ve read F. Scott Fitzgerald?”

“You sound surprised.”

“No, no! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Relax, I’m just messing with you. And yes, I’ve read Fitzgerald. Almost all of his works. That one there is my favorite.”

“Mine too! The symbolism and depth of the entire story, how people’s lives are intertwined so easily and yet it’s never fully known to them. It just makes you think about how every thing in life has a result, a consequence.”

The man stood up from the couch and started walking over towards you. He was taller than he looked, probably because he was slouching on the couch, and had spiky red hair that went almost in every direction like a fireball. His eyes were a piercing green hue that looked simultaneously looked soft and sincere. He hovered above you for a second before you quickly moved your legs to clear some space for him to sit down. 

“The green light is one of my favorite allegories in literature. Being so close to something so dear to your heart but ever so far away. How he was hoping to bring his past and present together to form a suitable future with Daisy. I mean, everyone has a green light in their lives, right? It comes in different forms, but there’s always something that you’ll always desire and hope to have in your future.” You continued pouring your theories over to the man as he silently listened to you. He didn’t say much, but you could tell in his eyes that he actually was listening, and not just showing off to make it seem like he was slightly interested. 

Somewhere in between talking about the Valley of Ashes and Tom Buchanan’s mistress Myrtle Wilson, you caught yourself talking way too much and stopped. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?” 

“No, no, you’re fine. I like hearing your theories. It’s been a while since I read this, so it makes me wanna read it again.”

Blushing you closed the book and held it out to him. He raised an eyebrow at you in confusion. “I thought you were going to buy this?”

“I have a copy at home. I just couldn’t resist re-reading it today.”

The man gladly accepted the book and started carefully flipping through the pages before looking back up at you. “Maybe… after I finish reading this, we can compare notes?”

“Depends, are you asking me out?”

The man laughed. “Yes, I’m asking you out. Although I’m pretty sure I never got your name.”

“And I’m pretty sure I never got yours,” you smirked. 

“Fair enough. Name’s Axel, got it memorized?”

“It’s nice to meet you, Axel. I’m [Y/N].”

“[Y/N], huh? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” You instantly felt your cheeks burn as he gave you a wink. “Think I can get that number of yours?”

“Oh, right.” You took a pen and a piece of paper from your notebook that you stashed in your small backpack and wrote your name and number down before handing it to Axel. 

“Alright then, take a guess at how long it’ll take me to finish.” Axel stood up from his spot on the nook and started walking backwards to the cash register. 

“I’d say… three days.”

“You’d bet on it?” 

“Sure. If I win, uhm… you’ll have to buy me some sea-salt ice cream.”

“‘Kay, and if I win, I get a kiss on the first date.”

“Wait, what??”

“Catch ya later, [Y/N].” 

“But you never wagered how long you’d take!”

By then Axel had already purchased the book and was exiting the door, giving you a devilish smirk once again that made your heart skip a beat. A few hours later, while you were finishing up your day at the bookstore, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. An unknown number showed up on your screen. The text was of a picture of a notebook, lined with notes and observations from The Great Gatsby. Axel, that sly fox. 

A: Finished, sweetheart. Looks like you owe me a kiss :*