I want to be you
I want to be you
Alfie gets to wear earrings sometimes because I said so 😌
me talking: idk if i like him like he's sweet idk
me after first date: oh what a peach. he's nice! we vibe! we'll see
me after ytd: aw ok, we'll see we'll see.
me today: ok so. unfortunately,
Techno who doesn't feel right in their body, doesn't feel like they belong where they are, but doesn't think they need to do anything
Philza who doesn't feel the same as all of their companions, doesn't feel like they are as they look, but finally knowing who they are
Y'know what, fuck you*steals your gender and flies away with it to my cave in the side of a cliff and puts it in my pile of genders*
The Bebop Blues - [Animal Crossing | Tom Nook x Reader]
[Gender-Neutral Reader | Slow Burn + Tragicomedy]
Chapter One | And They Were Business Partners
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Lights grow dim, an instrumental starts to play, and conversations lower to murmurs as he steps on the stage. His gaze, always droopy, appears far more lidded now. His chest rises and falls at slow intervals, almost matching with the bluesy beat of the song. He grabs the microphone and brings it close to his face, right before it can bump with his snout. Then, he closes his eyes and begins, voice not once faltering as he recites each line with ease. It's hard not to feel awe with how different he seems while singing, though you brush that off to focus more on him. Regardless of his good odds towards success, his knowledge in business, and his penchant for progress, the man was meek with matters beyond those. Still, you try not to judge based solely on that. Not only is it one of the most impolite ways to establish a perspective on someone, but you don't want to create a strict nor one-dimensional view of him in your mind -- and even less, now that you've known him for so long.
The melodies that follow when he ends his song become a blur as you contemplate his choice of music.
You'd heard him mention it being his favourite a long, long time ago -- back when the island had only just managed to have an upgraded Resident Services building and back when there were only two other villagers living here besides you. It's almost half a year after that you're able to hear him sing so frequent and freely, and it leaves you to wonder over what a successful man like him could be troubled with. The both of you were the main, key people responsible for allowing the island to thrive as much as it had to this day, and -- every occasion where he appeared to be in a tight spot -- he relied on you without fear over making himself appear weak or incapable.
So if the island was doing well under his care and he had you around for whenever stuff got too complicated for him alone, then what was he feeling down about?
Or was that song simply one he liked for its melody, and nothing more?
But if so, why did he seem so different when singing it -- far more melancholic in comparison to his usual self?
Either way, you have little time to think about that now -- with the sound of him calling your name from afar. You turn to him and bite back a smile at the sight of him trying to shimmy past the growing crowd. In spite of the sudden chaos, he meets your gaze and gestures for you to follow him off to a less crowded area, farther away from those lining up to sing their heart out for what's left of the night.
His directions lead you to the beach, though the chilly air sends you backtracking in your steps, avoiding the water at all costs; it's about twice as icy as the wind, and the few, stray droplets from each wave reach your face, making you stay back like a cat would do when confronted with a spray bottle.
As often as you enjoyed swimming and doing pretty much a bit of everything around the island, you're not feeling up to it presently. The night's far too cold and dark, and -- though it doesn't snow on the island -- it's more than clear winter's here. You search through your inventory for some warmer, cozier clothing, yet you realize you've nothing but your tools and swimsuit with you. All other items had been stored away early this morning, in order to carry all the materials necessary for your next big project. Had you known karaoke night would last this long and had you known more stuff would be involved after it, you would've prepared yourself accordingly.
"I'm afraid I don't have a coat with me, but…"
Nook approaches your side and stands right beside you, almost brushing shoulders in the process.
"We can stay like this for a moment, if you don't mind." He then excuses himself to retrieve something from his pockets, yet he stays close to you while he does that. When he finds what he's looking for, you see it's a song, but -- unlike Slider's disks -- his has no album cover, title, or any of that sort; only your name can be seen scribbled on it at a first glance. "This…" he mutters, trailing off in his words. "This is for you, (Y/N)." Nook offers it to you and takes his gaze elsewhere once you have the disk secure in your hold. He says nothing else, and -- instead -- waits, though all while simultaneously pretending not to.
When you flip it over, you see it's one of your top three favourite tracks: K.K. Metal, but sung by him.
Not exactly what you'd expect a mellow guy like him to be capable of singing, yet a persistent curiosity helps you imagine him trying to match his voice and attitude with the wild beat and quick pace of the song.
You thank him, and -- being the small villager that you are -- stand on your tiptoes and offer him a kiss on the cheek.
The man takes a few steps back and keeps his hand pressed right against the spot you've kissed. Bright pink spots his cheeks, but it's not quite like the embarrassed reaction a villager taught you when you just discovered how to display emotions. Rather, he seems to have transcended beyond the realms of the game's possibilities, just enough for a new emotion to be unlocked. You mimic the expression out of pure custom and end up feeling as if you've crammed an entire college textbook into your mind -- likely due to you already having all emotion slots occupied.
Nonetheless, you huff out a breath and fight through the headache; then, you look back at Nook, who's frozen in that same, shocked state.
Now imagine a hamster when it hears something: ears perked, eyes wide, body still and straight, standing on two legs and all that -- but blushing, as well.
That's the emotion he's displaying to you right now.
"Are you okay?" you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder and getting him to look at you. "Do you… Do you need me to call a doctor?"
It takes him a minute, but he eventually snaps out of it.
"It's quite alright," he says, shaking his head. "But… May I, by any chance, return your kiss?"
Though his word choice goes beyond awkward and odd, you smile and nod, replying with, "Sure -- Now, c'mere!"
You tug him by his shirt's collar, stand on your tiptoes again, and bring him closer to you, allowing for him to kiss you back, something proven to be difficult with how long his snout is. Still, he persists and presses a quick one to your cheek. It goes a similar way as to when people wearing eyeglasses try to do the same thing. It's an endearing act from his part regardless, prompting you to tug him in for a hug.
"Happy one-year anniversary, Tom," you say, words murmured. "I'm glad to have met you." A pause follows, though you soon continue with, "It's not everyday people get to have landlords like you -- with no rent deadlines, and… no threats of being kicked out whatsoever, y'know?"
Nook chuckles and replies with, "Happy one-year anniversary, (Y/N)." He then takes a steady breath and lets it out after. "You claim that, and yet you've paid every single debt so far."
"What can I say?" You grin and direct a playful wink at him. "We make great business partners, don't we?"
His ears droop, as does his tail and gaze; it's an abrupt change when being compared to the mood he was in since you both finished with karaoke night. The man seems disappointed, yet you don't think much of it. If something was wrong and he was attempting to hide it, you needed to find a more subtle way to approach him and try to get him to open up more with you.
"...Yes." A sigh leaves him, though it's barely audible and could just as easily be confused with the soft winds of the beach. "Truly so."
Wanting to cheer him up, you settle down on the sand, smile, and extend your hand out to him.
It's cold, but having him nearby helps you with fighting that off. He takes your hand and stays waiting until you pull him to sit next to you. "What's troubling you, Tom?" you ask, brow furrowing. "You know I'm here for you." Your eyes scan his face, looking for anything out of the ordinary in hopes of gaining a hint without having to wait for him to say something.
His eyes squint into a gentle smile, yet the words that follow contrast with it. "I'm afraid this isn't…" Nook hesitates. "This isn't something you can help me with." He looks away for a split second, distracted by a moth fluttering next to a lamppost, who each time gets closer and closer to it. "But even so… Thank you for your concern," he adds, grabbing your hand again and squeezing it tight.
"Of course." You squeeze his back and return his smile. "Anytime, old friend!"
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pants and whining could be heard throughout the winery as you fucked DILUC! as he desperately rutted against you pushed against a table his desperate whines and pleas to orgasm fell on deafs ears. whispering sweet nothings you went at a after speed fucking him until he orgasmed a whine and moan was heard.
@kiyozu here’s the post for you! lol tho i don’t remember the submission i sent you hahha! i hope you like it!
yknow what boys i am beginning to this that i might. MIGHT. be a bit of a lesbian. a homosexual, if you will. perhaps even a fucking dyk - *i am beaten to death by tiktok teens who think nonbinary people can’t be lesbians*
DoL M! Whitney x Reader SFW/NSFW Headcanons
So, I wrote this set of headcanons after drinking a glass and a half of sake. If you haven't had it before, I highly recommend it. The flavor's a little strong, but enjoyable. I'm gonna try plum sake next.
Anyway, my alcoholic ramblings aside, I wrote this to contribute to the Degrees of Lewdity community. I love this game with a burning passion, so, why not? 😂
I hope you enjoy. SFW and NSFW headcanons under the cut. 💖
When his friends aren't around, Whitney is soft af
He loves being close to you
Despite what you'd think, this poor man is touch starved
He'll occasionally pull you into his lap just to be able to hold you
Though, to his friends and everyone else, it looks like he's just being a horny lil' shit as always
Whitney secretly just wants to take you on a normal date
The problem is that his friends are almost always around
Some nights, he'll find you sitting in the park and will join you
You guys don't really talk
Just sit and enjoy each other's company
He genuinely wonders how you've managed to continue being such a sweetheart in this town
It makes him kind of sad, to be honest
Not that he'd ever tell you that, though
On the occasions you get to spend time alone, his favorite thing is to sit in the park and have you read to him
He'll lay his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair, your voice occasionally allowing him to drift off
Those days are his favorite :-)
Definitely has aaddy kink
You called him "daddy" as a joke
You guys were drinking at the pub and he asked you to grab him another drink
"Anything for you, daddy."
Needless to say, he ended up fucking you behind e pub five minutes later
Man's fucking rough
He likes to see bruises
He loves marking you up to show everyone that you're his
Loves leaving hickeys in places he knows you can't hide
The first time you asked him to choke you, he damn near lost his mind
Honestly, he'd been wanting to for a while, but didn't know how to ask
Loves watching you cum on his cock
The faces you make are adorable to him
Does his Submissive Little Slut really love taking his cock that much?
Despite all the kinky shit he's into, his favorite position is missionary
Though, when he wants to be really rough, he'll go for doggystyle
Very good at dirty talk
When you guys are around his friends, Whitney will whisper dirty things in your ear
Most of the time, you just kiss him to shut him up
Though, on occasion, it will lead to you pulling him to the nearest secluded place where the two of you fuck until you're close to collapsing
You guys honestly break records when you fuck
You once went 10 rounds
Probably would've been more if his parents hadn't come
Will definitely send you nudes/porn at random
Is overjoyed when you end some back
In short, you're in for a wild ride
PSA, NOT A NEW OR HOT TAKE: TRANSMASCS ARENT ALL WLW/OR WOMEN ALIGNED. SO PLS STOP.
listening to a dnd campaign and the dm introduces a character as "the male high priestess" which is a fucking great move i'm so glad to see it
And here is some Minhyuk for you. ;]
You can also read this on ao3 here.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you that staring is rude.” Minhyuk knew he was gorgeous. He heard it all the time. But his looks wouldn’t get him out of this one. “ And didn’t your mother teach you that stealing was illegal?” Silence. A slow dance of circling struts begin as the two size each other up, guns drawn and silencers visible. Someone wasn’t going to make it out of this place. Their eyes searched around Minhyuk for a possible point of escape as they circled. “Where are your brothers, Lee? Is the puppy lost?” A nerve is hit and Minhuyk is rushing at them. Vaulting over the statue between the pair, Minhyuk grips a hold to the lighting, gaining momentum in his swing. His feet knock them into the painting behind them, gun falling to the floor. Unarmed, they are now face to face with a provoked Husky with a barrel to their head. Words fail to escape their lips. A familiar smirk. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? ”
I’ve found a few sources saying the term Religigender was made to replace Religiogender, but I can’t find why or who came up with the original term.
gender: a moodboard