#animal crossing 2.0

[nordsea-horizons]

working on something “new”🌱✨

[peko--peko]

🎸☕🍰 - After School Tea Time

[handmade-flower]

Dreaming of Mooncake…

꒰ DA-7617-1748-4710 ꒱

[mochisquish]

🌟  ぴーぴっぴ by erennoyeager 🏝️  DA-4996-3658-9319

Quiet streets and sparkling views await in this Japanese seaside town.

[star-pond]

Dandelion

[zaharacrossing]

Been nonstop grinding on my brand new Sunflower 2.0 island, but I'm ecstatic at how exciting and new the game feels again! :')

My last Sunflower island accumulated a total of 114 villagers over time!

Sunflower 2.0's first two default villagers ended up being Katt and Sheldon, and I just finished preparing the additional three plots for Celia, Simon, and Bangle.

[mayor-brandy]

Since I’m planning on moving Buzz into a more wooded area, I decided to make his house more of a log cabin!

(Here is his house Before!)

[beeleif]

Cottelia🌸☁️

[arcadianforests]

Pokemon DLC downloading 😈

[likeabxrdinflight]

I know the switch gets memed a bit for being the farming sim console but hear me out. what if the farming sims are good.

[nordsea-horizons]

my acnh island list💛

main island is nordsea🌱 this is the dream for the summertime version of my forever island!

DA’s for the themed islands i’ve completed over the years💛 (from newest to oldest)

☁️islands with full interior builds(villagers and characters):

marmalade island 🕰️🧸🫖🌷🍃 grandma themed

troldskov island ❄️🌲🍂📦🏔️ early winter themed

nixie island🧚🏻🫧☘️✨🌷 fairycore themed

thimble island ⛺️🍂🍎🛍️🏗️ town/camping themed

☁️islands without dlc and full interiors(but full exteriors):

starview island🚂🍂🌽🥕🚜 farmcore themed

toadstool island🌲🍄🍃🌱🐚 forest themed

grimwood island🎃🍂🌙✨🔮 halloween themed

hawthorn island🏕️🌳🌾🌿🍏 early game themed

marguerite island🍄🌤️🌈🍁🎈kidcore themed

petrichor island🏡🏞️🍃🌷🪴normcore themed

chamomile island🍁🍂🥐🌻🌼 autumncore themed

ofelia island 🌌🏔️🌙🌿🍀 post-apocalypse themed

current wip - sunset island✈️🏝️🌅🏡🍃

im also playing pocket camp and having a really great time!! my camper card🪴

thank you for stopping by💛💛💛

[samitch]

when you first suggested to draw an animal crossing cat knocking over cups of water this is the image I immediately thought of lmao but I couldn't find the meme anywhere at the time for refrence ..

well I just found it so enjoy! :D @ikaollie

[twistedtummies2]

Blathers from Animal Crossing for the belch rankings?

God of Gas / Belch King / Burp Factory / Ye Olde Gasbag / No Thanks / Who?

I know basically nothing about Animal Crossing, and have never heard of Blathers. Sorry, Anon.

[shybluebirdninja]

Babe, Relax!

continuation from this.

Summary: Logan transforms from the tough Wolverine to an overprotective dad, freaking out over every little cough from the baby while you can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous antics as he tries (and fails) to hide his panic.

Pairing             : Mutant!Logan Howlett x Wife!Human-reader Genre              : Fluff

The first week at home with your little miracle has been a whirlwind of sleepless nights and endless diaper changes. As you sit on the couch, cradling the baby in your arms, you can’t help but laugh at Logan’s over-the-top antics. He’s pacing the living room like a caged animal, a mix of worry and pride etched across his rugged face.

“Babe, you gotta make sure he’s breathing, right?” Logan says, peering over your shoulder like he’s about to interrogate the kid. “Like, he’s not gonna stop breathing when I’m not lookin’, right? You know these little guys—” he gestures dramatically, “they’re sneaky!”

You can’t help but giggle, rocking the baby gently. “Logan, he’s not a ninja. He’s just a baby. Chill, will ya? He’s fine.”

Logan crosses his arms, his brow furrowing like he’s contemplating a life-or-death situation. “Yeah, but what if he goes all ‘sleep mode’ and forgets to breathe? You never know. I don’t trust these tiny humans.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your heart makes it hard to keep a straight face. “I promise you, sweetheart, he knows how to breathe. Just like you know how to stop being a drama queen.”

He huffs, tapping his foot. “Hey! I’m a very composed dude. Besides, I’m just looking out for our kid. You know, I’ve faced bad guys and wars and shit, but this? This is different. This is my baby.”

You can’t help but smile at the fierce protector he’s turned into. “You’re a badass, babe. But you’re not going to battle. Just be the dad you are. Trust me; you’re doing great.”

Logan relaxes a bit, leaning against the wall and trying to look nonchalant, but you see his eyes darting back to the baby. “You sure? I mean, you saw how I fainted in the hospital. I can’t go down like that again. Imagine if I passed out right here while holding him! The kid would have to save me!”

You chuckle. “Oh yeah, the baby would just pop out with claws and start yelling ‘Dad, get up!’”

Logan grins, relaxing a little more. “You think he’ll be a mutant? Because if he is, I’m gonna train him in the backyard, no rules.”

“Yeah, because that’s exactly what a baby needs—sword fights in the backyard.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “Can we just enjoy this moment without any ‘Wolverine 2.0’ training sessions? Let him crawl first, babe.”

“Alright, fine. No backyard training... yet,” he says, but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes. “But I’m not givin’ up on him learning to be a badass. He’s my kid, after all.”

You shift the baby a little, adjusting the blanket around him, and Logan’s gaze softens. “Look at him, though. He’s perfect. I mean, he’s got my chin, right?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “You mean the chin that looks like it’s been through a few bar fights? Yeah, he’s got that.”

Logan smirks, pointing a finger at you. “And you’re sayin’ he got that from me? At least I’ve got the claws to back it up!”

“Sure, Logan, sure. Just be careful not to scare the baby with your ‘fierce’ face,” you tease, leaning in for a kiss. His lips brush against yours, softening the tension in the room.

Logan’s expression turns serious again. “But really, babe, if anything happens, just tell me, okay? I can’t have you or him in danger.”

You nod, your heart swelling. “I know, Logan. But we’re both fine. Just enjoy being a dad.”

He scratches his head, glancing between you and the baby. “I just wish I knew what I was doin’. What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Are you kidding? He’s going to think you’re the coolest dad ever,” you assure him, gesturing toward the tiny boy. “Look at you! He’s gonna grow up hearing all your stories about clawing through bad guys and saving the day.”

Logan chuckles softly. “Yeah, and I’ll make sure to throw in some ‘don’t be a jerk’ life lessons.”

The baby lets out a soft coo, and Logan’s expression melts, his face lighting up. “Did you hear that? He’s talking to me! He gets it!”

You lean back, enjoying the sight of Logan falling deeper for your little boy. “He totally does, babe. He’s a smart one.”

Logan takes a step closer, bending down to get a better look. “You’re gonna be a tough little dude, right? No cryin’ allowed. You hear me?”

You stifle a laugh, loving every minute of Logan’s daddy antics. “Yeah, Logan, because that’s how babies work. Just wait until he starts screaming at three in the morning. You’ll be singing a different tune.”

He narrows his eyes playfully. “Hey, I can handle anything—except you screaming at me.”

With a smirk, you throw a pillow at him. “Good luck with that!”

As Logan catches the pillow, a thought crosses your mind. You reach out to hold his hand. “Hey, thanks for being you, you know? I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side.”

Logan squeezes your hand, a softness in his eyes. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else to share this craziness with. Just you and our little one. We got this, darlin’.”

“Damn right we do. Now, how about you go grab a snack while I keep an eye on the baby?”

He stands up, smirking. “You just wanna keep me away from him so I don’t freak out.”

“Exactly,” you tease, “You can only check on him every five minutes, Mr. Overprotective!”

Logan shakes his head with a laugh. “Fine, but you better let me know if anything goes south. You know I can’t handle it.”

You wave him off as he heads to the kitchen, and you can’t help but smile. This is your new normal, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. The love, the laughter, the gentle chaos—it’s all worth it.

As you glance down at the baby, you know one thing for sure: your little family is about to have one hell of an adventure.

[unhakies]

leafhan. k. leehan

pairing: nonidol!leehan fem!reader

genre: oneshot, fluff, romance

wordcount: 722

note —

You show up at his door holding the carcass of a once-thriving cactus. “Emergency,” you say flatly, holding up the cactus in embarrassment.

Leehan blinks at you. He’s wearing a faded gray hoodie and round glasses that slide down his nose just enough to make him look like he walked out of a drama. His hands are dirt-streaked—probably mid-repotting something when you knocked.

He looks down at the limp cactus in your pot. One side has deflated like a balloon. A chunk of the dirt is missing. You think it fell off your windowsill last night, but you weren’t emotionally ready to acknowledge that.

“…That’s a cactus,” he says finally.

You nod solemnly. “Was.”

He sighs, holding the pot like it’s a patient on life support. “You overwatered it again, didn’t you?”

“Is that a judgment I hear in your voice, Mr. Donghyun?”

“No, just… concern,” he mutters, stepping aside to let you in. “Come on. Let’s see if I can salvage him.”

His apartment smells like earth with a hint of citrus. Plants are everywhere, lined on windowsills, hanging in woven macramé nests, crowding the table. You half-expect one to say hello.

Leehan sets the cactus down on his counter like it’s fragile, then begins gently brushing off the soil.

You hover awkwardly near the door, not wanting to ruin the very specific aura of his space. Eventually, he glances over his shoulder.

“You can sit down, you know.”

You perch on the stool by his kitchen island. “Do all your neighbors come to you with plant corpses, or am I just special?”

“You’re the only one who’s managed to kill three succulents in one month,” he says without looking up. “it's kind of impressive, honestly.”

“Why thank you. I’m honored.”

That earns a small smile from him, the kind that barely lifts the corners of his mouth but stays longer than it should.

You start coming over more after that. Not just for cactus resurrections, though those still happen (RIP Gregory 2.0, gone too soon).

Sometimes it’s because you saw a leaf turning yellow and panicked. Other times it’s because you don’t trust Google’s plant advice anymore. A few times, you show up with no excuse at all.

Leehan never complains.

He teaches you things without making you feel stupid, how to check root rot, how to mist properly, what perlite is (you thought it was a Pokémon at first).

You watch his hands as he works—deliberate and gentle, like he’s afraid the plants might flinch.

One afternoon, you arrive with a wide, shallow pot in hand and a sheepish grin.

“I tried something new,” you announce. “Attempted propagation. May or may not have Googled ‘can you grow a plant from a leaf that’s already half-dead.’”

He raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyway.

You place the pot on his table. Inside is a very unimpressive sprout. It’s leaning sideways, confused about its place in the world.

Leehan crouches beside it like it’s a child’s science project. “What’s his name?”

“Leahn.”

His eyes flick up. “Le..ahn?”

“Short for… Leaf-han.”

He stares at you.

You hold your ground for three seconds before cracking. “Okay fine. It’s literally just you. I named it after you.”

For a terrifying moment, he says nothing. Just blinks, long and slow.

Then softly: “You named a plant after me.”

You cross your arms. “Well, yeah. I figured if I can’t grow plants for myself, maybe I’m better at growing things for you.”

There’s a pause.

And then, impossibly, he blushes.

Not the dramatic anime blush, but something real and quiet, his eyes dart away, his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile too wide. He adjusts his glasses unnecessarily. You catch him looking back at you twice in the next ten seconds.

“…Thank you,” he says finally, voice low. “I’ll take care of him.”

You nod, suddenly shy. “You take care of everything, don’t you?”

Leehan doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reaches out and gently brushes a bit of dirt off your wrist. His fingers linger a little longer than necessary.

“Not everything,” he says. “But I’m trying.”

That night, he sends you a photo.

It’s Leahn, newly repotted, sitting on his windowsill next to a handwritten tag: Leaf-han

Under it, just one text:

“He likes it here. I think I do, too.”

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