#yandere animal crossing

[ablobwhowrites]

Help me please

[yandere-ac]

It nice to see you back! I want request something animal crossing, you know how they added cook not so long ago. Can I have a reader that every time Redd stop off at the island they bring him food that they made. Bonus point if Redd gets jelly when he find out that the Reader give home-cooked food to everyone.

Anon I want you to know that this request singlehandedly made me want to write again. And also, aww <3 it’s nite to be back! Now without further ado…

Sweet fantasy

Yandere Crazy Redd X Reader

⚠️CW! General yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, delusions (kinda, not rly in depth) drugging, kidnapping⚠️

”Huh. Whats this?” Redd asked, looking at the island representative as if they had two heads. You were standing in his boat, grinning ear to ear as you held up the pink plate right in front of the fox. He looked at it with suspicion before sniffing the air. “A pie?” It was more of a statement than a question but the tone of his voice wasn’t exactly out of curiosity or intrigue. Yet your smile still remained, determined to keep going.

“It’s a peach pie! I made it just for you!” You stated proudly, doing a little nod to put emphasis on the ‘just for you’ part. You could see Redd’s tail flicker, you weren’t sure if it was good or bad but it was something. So you figured you could keep going. “I really like it since the peach slices kind of look like a petal, I thought you might like it.” At this statement you saw Redd’s mouth turn up into a smug grin.

“Really now? Why?” He asked, there was the intrigue you were searching for.

“Well. I’ve always been taught that making food for someone is the best way to show appreciation, love or affection. And since I’m almost done with the museum I wanted to bake something for you to… you know, show my appreciation. I really,” you paused for a second. “I really appreciate you coming down here to the island and selling art.” Your sincerity seemed to catch Redd slightly off guard, if only for a second. But it didn’t take long before he turned back into the normal sly fox he’s always been.

“Why, I’m flattered cousin, really I am.” So far so good. “But unfortunately,” you made a mental sigh as you heard those two words. They never meant well. “I only accept stuff from paying customers.” He held out his arms in a sort of shrug as he looked at you expectantly. You already knew this dance by heart. You sighed, putting the pie down on a nearby counter.

“You really do have strange rules. But alright.” You walked up and inspected the artwork he put on display. After inspecting them closely you picked out one and bought it. It was a fake of course, and Redd was happy doing business with you. He snickered to himself as he picked up the pie.

“Well thank you for the pie. I’ll be sure to enjoy this later, I just ate a big lunch you see. But in the meanwhile, does anything else catch your eye?” He asks with a smirk. You sigh.

“No. Thank you anyways.” Your voice was low as you walked out of the boat. You weren’t sure what you expected, but definitely not having to PAY to give him a gift. But you supposed you shouldn’t have expected anything different from him. Redd let out a scoff after you left the boat. What a strange interaction. And the fact that he actually got you to buy some artwork just to give you some stupid pie.

“Such a gullible human…” he mumbled to himself as he looked over at the pie. It sat on a beautiful pink porcelain plate. There was slight steam coming off of its peach covered surface, it really did look like a flower. Redd picked it up and put it into the freezer. He got his money, that’s all that mattered.

✿ ✿ ✿

4 days. It was 4 days since he last visited your island name. He had been going around, island to island. Selling art in his boat. He had yet to eat your pie. He didn’t want to. The more he waited, the more weird he felt about it. Why would you bake a pie for him? But as the hours went on and food began to run out he felt like he couldn’t put off eating it any longer. He had to stop for food soon but that wouldn’t happen in a day or two and if he waited to eat the pie any longer it would go bad. He figured he would just get it over with. It’s a god damn pie. Who cares if you made it? That you made it specifically for him! To show him appreciation. He didn’t care! It was just a stupid pie.

He has been staring at the pie for at least 15 minutes before he finally cut into it. He took one slice and put it on a separate plate. The piece didn’t tilt over as he shifted it to the other plate. He remember what another villager on an island further away had told him about pie and cake eating in their culture. They were scandinavian, Swedish he thinks. It’s hard to remember. But he did remember what they told him about cake slicing. In their culture, if the slice tips over when you put it on the plate, it means that you will never get married. Such a strange superstition. But that made him wonder, if the slice didn’t tip over, would that mean he would be guaranteed to get married someday? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he was putting way too much thought into this in order to avoid eating the pie.

He took a breath in, took a spoonful of pie and shoved it into his mouth. He let the bite simmer and dance on his tongue as his eyes expanded with ecstasy. The pie was nothing short but amazing, simply put. He quickly took another bite, and another one. Until the entire pie was gone. Even as it was cold and 4 days old, the taste was incredible. He never knew you were such a good cook. And this was after four days in his fridge. He felt his mouth water at the thought of what a fresh slice of that pie would have tasted like. He felt a warm feeling fill his stomach as he really started to think about what you said before. You had made such a wonderful pie, just for him, just to show your appreciation for him. Suddenly it all hit him at once. He had to go see you.

✿ ✿ ✿

You groaned into your pillow as you looked over to the clock in your room. 2:04 in the morning. The clock was 2:04 in the morning. So who in gods name was knocking like their life depended on it at the door. You dragged yourself out of bed and went over to the door. The moment you opened it Redd rushed in to your house. And that woke you up pretty quick. He looked back at you with wide eyes, they were wider than you’d ever seen them.

“Close the door! Close the door!” He told you, and you, having just woke up and not really having the brain capacity to question stion what was happening, closed the door. He let out a string of strained breaths as he sunk to the floor.

“Redd?” You asked. He gave you a toothy grin as he stood up.

“The one and only! How’s it going cousin? You sleep good?” He asked you. You had to rub the remaining drowsiness out of your eyes as you thought about what you possibly could answer.

“Fine? I.. guess? Redd- I. What?” You were so utterly speechless by this turn of events. Literal minutes ago you were sleeping and now you had to wake your brain up enough to deal with this situation. “What are you doing here?”

“I ran here from my boat. Couldn’t risk anyone seeing me.”

“That does not answer my-“

“I came here for another pie. The one I got turned bad before i could eat it.” There was No way in hell he was gonna admit to coming here in the middle of the night just to get a fresh slice of some god damn pie. He would rather die.

”You came… all the way here for a p-”

”YES??? IS THERE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT???” He asked, voice high in tone and laced in defence. It fought you off guard, taking a few silent seconds to blink. Then a smile formed on your face. “What?” Redd asked you.

“Nothing. Nothings wrong with it. How about we make one together? I don’t have any spare ones.” Oh you cheeky little- how dare you turn this into a bonding activity.

“Sounds fun.” Redd said, smile wide and eyes narrow.

And so the two of you stayed up, baking another peach pie. All while talking to each other. You told Redd about why you loved cooking so much, he told you about his recent venture out to sea, you told him about a recent upgrade you managed to make to your house — the second floor. And so on and so forth. It was well into the early hours of the morning and you two were sitting on the kitchen floor, waiting for the pie to be ready in the oven. You were sitting next to each other in comfortable silence. That was, until Redd spoke up.

“Hey so… about what you told me earlier on the boat… was that true?” He asked you. “Do you really appreciate me?” You nudged awake, having rested your eyes. You yawned and looked at him with a tired smile.

“Of course I do. Your art really improves the museum. Not to mention my house.” The last part caught Redd off guard. Your house?

“Wait… your house? What do you mean?” He asked you. You pointed towards the part of the living room you could see from the kitchen. Just above your entrance hung one of the many fakes he had sold you.

“They’re fake, but I do like them still. They remind me of you.” You yawned once more. Did you just admit to knowing they were fake?? And so nonchalantly too???

“You… know? And you don’t mind?” He asked. You shrugged, closing your eyes again.

“I figured if you felt the need to sell fake art you’re probably not in the best spot. Especially if you’re going from island to island. And like I said, they’re nice. If I buy one that’s real then great! I can donate it. If I buy a fake then also great! I can decorate my house or the island! I don’t really care too much. Besides, I like going to your boat and just talking with you. And I feel bad if don’t buy anything…” You admitted. Something about this admission struck something inside of Redd. You liked him enough to buy fake art for thousands of bells just cause you felt bad if you didn’t? Does that mean you care for him? I mean, you seem to like his company judging by what you said (and the simple fact that you didn’t kick him out when you came to him at two in the morning).

He didn’t get more time to overthink as he felt you lean your head against his shoulder. He tensed up for a few seconds as he panicked internally. What should he do? He felt his chest get warm at your contact, especially when you basically cuddled up to him. After a while he leaned his head on your head, trying his best to relax at the contact.

But your sweet moment was quickly interrupted as the clock on the oven started to beep loudly. The shrill sound made you flinch and subsequently pull away from Redd.

“Hey, looks like the pie is done. Come on, let’s dig in!” You said, standing up. You brushed off any potential dust off your lap and reached your hand to Redd, he happily accepted and you pulled him up. Although, he held onto your hand for just a second too long, giving you one of his usual smirks. You two pulled the pie out, sat it on the table and waited for it to cool down. It smelled heavenly, nothing short but heavenly. The steam radiating off the dessert made Redd’s mouth water just at the thought of the taste. This did not go unnoticed by you, letting out a chuckle, you picked up the nearby knife and started to cut into it.

“I think it’s cold enough, give me your plate.” You said. Redd held up his plate in front of you as you cut a slice and placed it on his plate. It stood up, it didn’t tip over… as he put down the plate you cut a slice for yourself. It stood up, it didn’t tip over either… Redd began to think about the superstition about falling slices and his theory about if the slice didn’t tip over. He felt his face get warm as the thought of you in a wedding tux/dress entered his mind. The thought left his head just as quick as it came. He shook his head slightly as he tried to think about anything other than you. But it was hard when you were sitting right in front of him, having just baked a pie with him. With him… with… him…

“Let’s dig in! I’m starving! Morning hunger and all that.” You said as you picked up your fork and dug into the dessert. If he indulged whatever strange fantasy his brain thought of, of you being his… spouse, he supposed you two would cook together very often. These kinds of moments wouldn’t be so short lived, they would appear everyday. He felt his chest become warm at the thought, and as he took a bite out of the warm pie he couldn’t help but completely melt. It was everything it should be. Warm, sweet, moist but not too moist. The perfect texture.

You two stayed at the table for three hours, eating up the entire pie and talking. Redd never knew you were so fascinating, that you had so many entertaining stories to tell. As the light from outside got brighter and more and more villagers walked out of their houses, Redd knew he had to retreat to his boat. You understood that as well, and you wanted to help him. So you gave him a blanket that he draped across his shoulders and you and him booked it to his boat together, laughing together as you did. He handed you the blanket as he stood on the plank leading up to his boat. You two said goodbye and all the while he drove away he couldn’t stop smiling. He had to come here more often.

✿ ✿ ✿

A couple of weeks passed and you two were closer than ever. You and him cooked a lot together, every time he came to the island you were there with a freshly made delicacy, and he was always there to eat it all up with a smile. After a while he even started taking inspiration from you, starting to cook a little himself and selling some of his products at his raffle. He had also gotten a lot more bolder with his visits on the island. He no longer restricted himself to the back of the island. He often met up with you on the beach for small picnics and he almost seemed to relish whenever anyone, especially Nook, saw you with him.

However, interacting more with the island around him wasn’t all fun and rainbows. The more he knew, the more his fantasy started to fall apart. He soon came to find out that you make food for everyone, not just him. It took all his willpower not to tackle and choke out whatever villager he first saw walking around with a carrot scone he knew you’d made. His fantasy of you two cooking together as a domestic activity didn’t feel as special when he knew it wasn’t exclusive to you two. He wanted to be angry with you, but he just couldn’t. It’s not your fault you were so generous, he just had to find a way to keep that generosity for himself. That was the difference between you and Redd. You were generous.

He was selfish…

✿ ✿ ✿

“You know the one thing I will always REFUSE to cook?” You asked Redd, leaning back on the palms of your hands as you two sat on a blanket in the sand.

“No, what?” Redd responded in amusement, knowing this would probably lead to some kind of rant.

“Anything easter related! That bunny- whats his name again-“ you snapped your fingers on the air, trying to remember the name.

“Hopper?”

“HOPPER!! He keeps hiding eggs everywhere, and I mean everywhere! Oh hey you want to fish? Here’s an egg. Want to chop some wood for DIY projects? Here’s a god damn egg. Wanna dig up some fossils to help your friend complete his collection? Egg.” Redd could only chuckle at your distain of these eggs. You two had been sitting together for at least a couple of hours and by this point both of your bodies were coated with orange lighting from the sun setting. ”Its god damn ridiculous. He makes me want to hide during all of easter.” You let out a yawn as you fell down on the blanket underneath you.

You looked up at Redd with a tired smile. “Hey, it’s getting pretty late. I think I wanna get home, I’m supposed to get up early to help Isabelle with something tomorrow.” You say whilst rubbing your eyes. Redd helped you up.

“Well, could you at least follow me to the boat?” You smiled at his request. Who could say no to a face like that? Not you. And so you walked him to his boat, having polite conversation with him all the while. You could feel his tail brush up against your leg every now and again but you assumed it was just because of his walking pattern. As you two got closer to his boat you felt his hand brush up against yours, this happened multiple times before he finally just grabbed your hand.

“So… we’re here now… hey so I know you said that you had to get up early tomorrow but could you just help me with this thing real quick?” He asked you, this peeked your interest. While you did have to get up early tomorrow, you would never say no to a friend in need

“Sure. What is it?”

”Well i’ve been experimenting a lot with some new flavours of bubble tea and I’m thinking of starting to sell them but I need someone else to try it out first. It’ll be a quick taste test, that’s it.” He told you, looking at you with expecting eyes. You smiled and nodded your head.

“Of course.”

You walked into the boat with him. He walked into the locked door on the right side of the boat, rummaging around before bringing out a glass of bubble tea. You sipped up some of it through the big straw, getting plenty of tapioca balls in one sip. Your eyes went wide as you tasted the drink.

“Oh my-“ you went for a second sip. “Oh my god Redd! What is this??? It tastes amazing!!” You continued to sip up the drink through the boba straw. Redd chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“Oh it’s simple really. It’s brown sugar syrup, it makes the drink really sweet. And you know…” at this point you had drunken up the entire glass. Redd walked up the stairs of the boat and up to the door. He locked it, placing the key inside his apron pocket. “The sweetness is very good if you need to hide the taste of… certain substances.” He went on, you could only nervously laugh at what you could only assume to be a weird joke. “Did you know that sometimes people hide broccoli in brownies in order to trick children into eating broccoli?” He asked you, and as of hitting a lights witch, you felt a sort of fatigue and drowsiness come over you.

“Hey, cousin. You look pretty tired.” He walked over to you, picking you up bridal style.

“What are you…” you felt your eyelids become heavy as you struggled to get your sentence out.

“I think it’s best if you stay here for tonight. Your house is so far away. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll sleep somewhere else.” He opened the door on the left of the boat with his foot, still holding you in his arms. In the room were a refrigerator, a fridge, some sinks and his bed in the far end of the room. He placed you down on the mattress, your eyes were barely open at this point. He gave you one last reassuring smile before he stood up. “And tomorrow, you can go help Isabelle, okay? Goodnight…” he stood up and walked out of the room.

The second he closed the door, he locked it up tight and practically ran to start the boat up. He knew you would hate him for this but he couldn’t care less if it meant getting to have you to himself. He had an entire lifetime to earn your forgiveness, and he was willing to die trying.

If it meant he could have you for himself, if it meant that you two could be together, if it meant that he was only a little bit closer to that fantasy of you two cooking alone then he would do it. Anything to have you. Anything to keep you.

Neither of your slices tipped over, and that had to mean something…

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A/N: Alright!! Corn is back! Feels good. Also this totally wasn’t an excuse to go on t agents about strange Swedish superstitions ahah. But this was a really fun did to write, it got some of the creative juices flowing :)

[yandere-yandere-yandere]

Yandere! Redd (animal crossing) wanting headpats & ear scratches?

🥺

👉👈

Forgetting you having a writing blog then using it to cope? It’s more likely then you think!-🌿

Yandere Redd begging for headpats

It’s been a long day, you’ve been running around cleaning the island, doing chores, helping villagers, filing out paperwork for your mayor duties. Maybe that’s why you didn’t find it odd when Redd, the sketchy art dealer of the island shuffled up to you, with his eyes looking at your feet rather then talking to your face. At first he stammered out a illegible sentence, then, opon questioning, tried to dismiss your probing by insisting it’s not important. When you insured a bit more though, he broke.

Is that how you found yourself in this situation? Redd on your couch stomach on top of your legs, tea abandoned in favor of leaning into your hands, rubbing through his fur. His orange fur is just so soft you didn’t have it in you to say you had anything else to do, even if it was true. ‘He probably just realized you were really buzy as of late and thought it’s be a good idea? I mean it’s good for both of- is he purring?’ Thoughts interrupted by the animal vibrations in his chest, his face looking absolutely blissful as you scratch behind his ear and under his chin. Pausing in shock as much as happiness, he whines and paws at your hand to keep going, and so, you oblige. ‘Maybe the rest of my work can wait till tomorrow…? I’m sure Isabelle and Nook will understand the situation.’ And so, you decide to stay like this till you cannot. Obvious to you, Redd has never been so high on your affection.<3

[wolfishcrossing]

I’m just gonna quickly do some small, one-shot yandere headcanons for the rest of the wolf girls gang. I’ll expand and go more in depth later on when I feel it’s right or when someone requests it.

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~Whitney~

- Seems normal enough when you’re around her. However, when you’re out alone, she’ll watch/stalk you from afar, just so that you don’t get into any trouble.

- Like Freya, she enjoys the cold weather. She’ll make sure you’re nice and bundled up when you go out.

- She’s leniant about other people talking to you but she will keep a close eye on them. If they step out of line, she’ll bite!

~Audie~

- This wolf will openly speak about how much love she has for you. How happy you make her and how you belong to her.

- She’ll boast and brag to others about how perfect you are as a person and a lover, and will make sure to emphasize that you are not up for grabs.

- Audie will not have a moments rest of showering you with constant love and affection, and will put you in the cutest clothing she has for you.

- Will literally bark and growl at anyone that gets a little too close to you. Heck, even her own reflection.

~Skye~

- Pretty obsessive and manipulative towards you.

- If you’re ever at her place, (which is often), she’ll come up with every excuse in the book to keep you in her home. Even too the point of guilt tripping if you try to stand your ground.

- If you end up spending the night with her, you better get comfy. ‘Cause leaving the bed is not allowed without her explicit permission.

- God forbid if anyone lays just the tiniest of fingers on you, Skye will holler at them on the spot. Then, scold you for not being careful enough around others, which is pretty embarassing out in public.

~Vivian~

- Probably the meanest and strictest out of the bunch.

- Talks down to you. Make you feel stupid. Won’t let you speak unless spoken too.

- Though, she’ll give you enough love and attention to make you not hate her.

- Like she’ll say something very harsh that’ll make you tear up and then she’ll switch to being gentle, nice, and comforting you. And will always say that whatever she does is just out of “love” for you.

- Literally carries around a ruler with her to slap anyone with if they try to talk to you. She reframs from hitting you with it though, unless you’ve been misbehaving a lot.

[chronicdoodles]

Visual novel yanderes as Animal Crossing critters

[imiteeshon]

[kittyfox]

Two more memes I did, saw these on twitter making the rounds and wanted to do them. Let me know if ya'll agree! I spent way to much time on them but they were fun, loved how the first one came out. and it was quite the journey digging into my memory and self to figure out my type in men, and who I find hot 😅

[zoocave]

her name would probably be sue goi

[acnh-mcyt-shenanigans]

YHS Grian redesign! Didn't like the old design also he has the blush from Yandere!

[fadingpsychicrascalsuitcase]

WARNING NSFW

Ai got something extra for me to share while looking for yandere levi in a wedding dress and groom attire and it’s spicy 🌶️

It’s rare when you get something like this from ai🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

[ablobwhowrites]

Hello, can I have an order of Delusional!Yandere Biskit from Animal Crossing with a gender-neutral reader who genuinely wants to be friends with him? (You don't have to do this if you don't want to!!!)

(I like delusional yandere's some times. They add this spice and of course I love gn and male requests!)

y/n was walking around as they with prideful feeling as they have a dinosaur skull that was a accidental duplicate as other villagers doing their own thing as y/n looked around knowing some villagers would like or get scared of the skull or they could rebury the skull "HEY DAWG!" As a orange dog ran to y/n and when finally getting there was out of breath "whoa, I never seen you run that fast...or at all but what's up Biskit!" As the orange dog stood up straight and dug in his pocket and pulls out a very messed and lazily wrapped gift "here, Open it!" Y/n placing the skull in their pocket and opening the gift and to see it was one of Biskit's prized k.k slider parade songs and y/n being shocked "wait Biskit isn't this one of your favorite songs?" And Biskit's tail wagging intensely "yeah! Don't worry I have another copy!" Y/n feeling relieved as they weren't stealing a copy from Biskit they suddenly remembered "oh wait, I have a gift for you too...wait hold on" y/n then taking out of their pocket was the raptor skull "here. It's the least I could do for your gift but I gotta go now, bye!" Y/n runs to get more things for the museum as Biskit looked at the skull and walked home.

Opening his door, closing it and locked it as he goes to another room as he could expand his house but continued to the room as opening the door and turning on the light to reveal a well built shrine and a shelf next to it with gifts from y/n, his heart always speeds up when he looked at the gifts "they really do love me~....that's it I'm going to ask them out" as the next day came Biskit happy as can be with present in hand to see y/n helping one of the able sisters "hey daw- y/n so....um, I wanted to give you this" as Biskit handed y/n the present and them opening it, it revealed to be a note 'will you go out with me dawg?' y/n looked at Biskit with shock "this...it's really nice of you but I prefer to be friends it's not you it's me, I really hope nothing comes between us bu-" Mabel opened the door and saw y/n with Biskit "HEY Y/N CAN YOU HELP ME WITH SOMETHING?" Mabel yelled and y/n walked over to Mabel inside as Biskit stood there and then looked at the able sisters shop then his tail started to wag "oh y/n, you and your silly jokes. Playing hard to get....just playing hard to get" Biskit said as he walked back to his house and later the next day a present placed Infront of y/n's house as they picked it up and opened it but nothing was in it but a note then y/n's phone buzzed not the nookie phone and opening the phone was a picture of y/n looking at their phone 'look in the box' doing as the phone said scared out of their mind as to see pictures of y/n and the phone buzzed again 'so, what to rethink that offer?'

[yandere-ac]

!! This is just a giant ramble I made in the middle of the night, feel free to ignore !! !! i literally sound insane, like a genuine maniac !!

Ok sorry if I sound like tinfoil hat or you’re like “well in the games before acnh…” I’ve only played acnh, and this also has some theories and treats acnh as if its deep and not a game and thats theres only one tom nook, etc. But I feel like tom nook is already kinda Yandere-ish. Like think about it, you use HIS CURRENCY, that you cant use anywhere else, you cant leave the island unless it’s going to another persons island which he also owns, a mystery island (which I presumes he owns and they just weren’t big enough for a community), or kapp’n islands, which are deserted. You can go to work, but Im pretty sure he knows those people too, so they could be instructed or paid off not to let you go home. Nor can you move out or go to/contact the homeland. You can’t even write back to your mom. He’s also presumably rich and can just hire someone to work at the construction consultation counter, but he still stays there. You’re the only person that talks to him there, villagers would have no use going to him, you handle everything. You are literally stuck and completely dependent on him??? Like his nieces run the shop and you basically have to get the good tools from them and im sure he has to approve people being on the island and leaving it (besides redd, he would be able to sneak past him a couple times before getting caught), so he would be able to completely cut you off from any resources. It defiantly scary because he has the whole island in his hands. Do with this information what you will, but it was just a word dump that I needed to tell someone.

Alright first off, don’t you ever apologise for sending me 2 AM ramblings. I love reading those!! And second off, holy shit Anon you mind!!! I’ve never rly thought about it but yeah, he rly does act a bit like a yandere canonically. The part I about him not letting you interact with anyone outside the island except other islands he owns??? Genius! He gives you the illusion of freedom and choose but in reality he’s controlling everything. He even has a net around the island to prevent you from swimming off!

[kakusu-shipping]

Like an open book

It is 4:30am, my Air Conditioning unit sounds like a washing machine on full power, and it is simply impossible to sleep, so let’s write a Nook X Reader, hm?

Tom Nook X Island Rep/GN!Reader

In which you eat dirt

“I see you...innocently running in a great field...” 

“They respond right away this time...”

Another quiet day was slowly winding to a close outside Resident Services windows as Tom Nook relaxed back into his chair, stretching his paws over the desk.

Across from him, his peppy assistant Isabelle was taking the down time to catch up on some novel one of the residents had recommended to her. Just watching her expressions, Nook had picked up the plot considerably. It was a romance, never too steamy and hardly sweet, somewhere near the middle the main hunk had betrayed the story’s maiden in some major way, and now, three chapters to the end, he way dying.

Tom was never sure if he was just remarkable at reading faces, or if young Isabelle was just too easy to read. He’d wondered if he was once that expressive, wearing a story on his face and he walked naively through life.

Looking back, it was probably fine that he had, and would have been better if he’d continued to do so.

Movement outside the front window pulled Nook from memory lane; The Island Rep was whizzing through the main plaza, a to-go coffee from Brooster’s in one hand, a gift from one resident to another in the other.

Now that was youth, Tom thought to himself, acting to stretch as he stood and made way to get closer to the window. The rep had practically built this island with their own two hands, and now spent their time running from one corner to the next, filling the museum with every bug, fish, fossil, and painting they could get their hands on.

They were quiet the feat, weren’t they? So vibrant, goal oriented, and caring to the other residents. They didn’t complain about the ludicrous amount of work assigned to them. If Nook were a younger man, he might have helped share that burden more evenly, spent less time in the tent and more time in the grass pulling weeds, planting flowers, and picking fruit.

Tom was once again snapped from past regrets by swift movement out the window. Still hot coffee spilled across the brick of the square, seeping into a gift wrapped apology gift that would probably have to be returned to the sender.

The Island Rep lay face down in the center of the square, still and flat. No one else was around to see them trip and catch the ground with their face, only Nook, who stood frozen at the window.

“Mr. Nook? What happened?” Isabelle half closed her book and looked up, sensing the sudden stillness.

Tom didn’t answer, instead rushing as fast as his old but not quiet middle aged old joints were willing to let him go. Isabelle, who’d at most seen Nook pretend race walk after his boys, was reasonably startled by his hurry, and quickly followed him.

Outside, the Rep had finally recovered enough to start pushing themselves up on their hands. Tom stood by to offer assistance, a quiet “Are you okay?” on his lips, though overly concerned thoughts of bruised ribs and knocked out teeth ran through his head at mach speed. They didn’t have a doctor on the island, why didn’t they have a doctor on the island?

The Island Rep pushed themselves to their feet, smiling and waving off Nook, “I’m fine, I’m fine” They said, which was simply not true, as it normally isn’t when one catches themselves on rough stone chin first.

Tom was rather surprised Isabelle hadn’t shrieked loud enough to alarm the entire island.

The Rep’s chin was gashed, bleeding down on their shirt. The cut matched their smile, wide and red and prominently centered in the face. It was the kind of wound that’d probably need stitches, not something one should just walk away with.

Which they almost did, mind you.

The Rep laughed off their fall and thanked Nook for checking on them all while picking up the trashed to-go coffee cup and delivery. If the adrenaline from the fall had worn off, they sure didn’t show it, as they continued on about having to bring the gift back to it’s sender, the clothing inside completely ruined with coffee.

“m-Mayor...” Isabelle looked as though she might faint, which was a fair reaction to have to such a mess on their peaceful town, “Y-You-r.. Your ch-chin...”

The Rep, or as Isabelle may address them as a left over from their previous town together, The Mayor, began to reach up to their chin, a question on their face. Tom stepped in quicker than expected, pressing his personal pocket hankie to the wound instead. The Island Rep flinched at the pressure.

So they can feel pain. That’s a good sign, probably.

“Hold this here.” Tom Nook spoke in a tone that held no room for argument, as his rep did as they were told, pressing the cloth into their chin with enough force to stop the bleeding.

“Isabelle,” Nook addressed, the younger jumping to attention, finally taking her eyes off their mayor, “Can you handle resident services alone for a bit? I’m going to take the rep to the HHP island, they have a hospital there.”

The words of protest started on the rep’s lips, and were stopped dead in their tracks by a look from Tom. They swallowed, and looked anywhere by at Nook, shifting the cloth on their chin.

“O-Oh. Y-Yes I will be fine!” Isabelle stood to attention and saluted, eyes shut firmly in a fit of determination.

Tom nodded and placed a paw on his rep’s shoulder, turning them to the airport, “I’m counting on you. And please return this if you have a moment.” He spoke, handing Isabelle the ruined present the Rep had been delivering.

Isabelle nodded, taking the coffee soaked gift, “I’ve got it! Have a safe flight!” She waved, beaming with confidence at being left alone in Resident Service.

Nook never took his paw off The Island Representative’s, his representive, your shoulder as he spoke to Orville about booking a flight. The flightless bird having much the same reaction as Isabelle to the gash in your chin, which you’d shown him unprompted by uncovering Nook’s kerchief just enough when Orville caught your eye.

On the plane his paw was on your knee, then thigh, into your hand. The whole time his leg bounced as he stared out the window. You wondered what kind of crazy nerves were rattling in that fuzzy head of his. What loops was he taking himself through scared for you, the island, poor Isabelle and Orville. What would Lottie say, he must be asking himself.

Perhaps he was planning to have the pavement in the plaza evened out, shaved down, or even pay to have it full repaved more flat. No more loose, uneven bricks, smooth clean concrete. But that wouldn’t look very pretty would it? And it would take time, and bells, and inconvenience those who needed Resident Services at all hours.

You leaned ever so slightly onto Nook, holding his paw between your fingers, watching him mentally go over every possible option to make sure a disaster like this never happens again, that everyone involved was properly compensated, and that you, oh so important you, recovered comfortably so you could be back on your feet, sprinting from here to there however you pleased as soon as possible.

“I see you...innocently running in a great field...” Katrina’s fortune from this morning played in your head as you closed your eyes, “I see a lost seagull sailor in need of help...” She’d said. You didn’t quiet understand at the time. Luck in Friendship, Misfortune in Health.

With Tom Nook’s paw finally relaxing in your hand, the flight calming the Tanuki’s anxieties, you supposed now it made a bit more sense.

[wolfishcrossing]

~Yandere Freya Headcanons~

Might as well start off by giving my favorite villager some good ol' headcanons! Here we go...

First off, while it's a staple for yandere's to become obsessed with their love interest at first glace, Freya is an exception. No unusual feelings when she first met you. Just a friendly greeting and a little bit of chit-chatting to get to know one another. Though, overtime, her feelings for you would start to form.

Freya hails from viking land (aka Norway). Raised in a small, rural village in the Møre og Romsdal region, she's used to solitude, harsh winters, and a quiet life. So, typically she spends the most time in your town alone. She does like to shop, though. Having lived in Bergen for a couple years, she was never fond on how bustling the city life was but she loved how close a lot of shops were!

Whenever she would interact with anyone, she could sometimes come off as cold or a little rude to some folks. She doesn't mean it, though.

However, while she preferred her own company, you were slowly becoming the exception to this. While she would simply walk pass anyone without even looking at them, you on the other hand she could not help but want to talk to you.

Anytime you were alone outside, the second the wolf would catch a glimpse of you she was sure to check in on you. Asking you about your day, how you're feeling, what you're doing or planning on doing.

She absolutely adores how shy and timid you are around her, since she towers over you and you did find her to be quite attractive.

Freya loves taking you out on her shopping trips with her. Loving every single compliment you gave her on any outfit she bought or tried on and would always pick out ones for you! Even if some may not be your style, she was never short on telling you how beautiful you looked in each one.

She genuinely enjoyed your company. A lot! With frequent visits to her house and vice-versa. Sharing meals, laughing, talking about life, etc.

Overtime, the wolf had become a bit protective over you. To the point where if you two were together, anyone that gave you the slightest bit of attitude, harassment, or god forbid offer you "terrible" service. She would glare at them, menacingly. To the point where they would either back-off or fix their tone or service since she made them uncomfortable.

If you were threatened by a tarantula or a scorpion, Freya would come rushing in to the rescue and kill those foul creatures without hesitation.

Or if you were even just had the mildest of colds, she would practically break into your home to take care of you. You didn't even need to tell her what was wrong, she could sense it. And you can be sure she would not leave your side until you were 100% better.

Your happiness, wellness, and safety were all gradually becoming Freya's top priorities, to the point where you found to be a bit overbearing. Of course you felt flattered that the wolfess was always looking out for you. But sometimes it could feel like you couldn't even have your own space since you soon kept finding yourself wrapped up in her arms.

Anytime an opportunity would arise for hugs and cuddles, she would take it without really asking you for your consent first. It's not like you were suffering, though.

And if you ever so uttered a peep about being cold or showing even the smallest of signs of a chill, you had better cancel your plans for the next few hours because you were gonna be stuck wrapped up in a blanket or two by her as she cuddled you close to keep you nice and toasty. And don't think you could ever escape her grasp, too. She's much stronger.

While rarely leaving you alone anymore. she wasn't hurting anyone. The worst she has done was growl a little and show her fangs at anyone that wronged you in anyway. Most of the time, if anyone was looking at you for too long, Freya would place both of her hands on your shoulders to signal to the on-looker that you were with her. And only her.

Her behavior at this point would plateau for a while. She had no interest in hurting others and simply acted as your guardian.

That was until someone would act just a little too mean with you. Or if they landed a not-so-friendly hand on you. The second Freya would catch wind of this, she would finally snap.

With whoever caused you severe distress, they would suddenly disappear the next day or so.

And if Freya continued to feel like people were stepping out of line with you, her last resort were to be to abduct you and keep you somewhere safe. She doesn't want it to come to that, but if she felt that if the circumstances were met, then she would have no choice.

Don't worry though, wherever she plans on keeping you, you can be assured that she will take the upmost care of you. Even if you were now stuck with her against your will.

[chronicdoodles]

Kapp'n has a random chance to take you to the special Red Island and Icy Island. Befriend the inhabitants to get the Enchanted Castle and Cozy Cave furniture sets!

Go check out @stygian-eye-stories's games, they're good stuff.

[zorosdimples]

we all turn into yanderes when we play animal crossing