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Y’all, the askbox is always open!! if you’ve got a fave you need a scenario or headcanon of, REQUEST IT! I love writing for you guys! The only prerequisites are that I won’t do NSFW, Yandere (because let’s be real there are a lotta blogs for that already + i’m bad at writing it) or Pregnancy. 

Omg u guys... Everytime I see one of u like the second I post I cry a little inside... I'm almost to 100 followers already! y'all are so nice to me even tho i straight up ghosted u for like a month. Anyways here's a little something for Rover, because I think he's adorable and I NEVER see anything for him. This story is gjinka, so he's human here haha. Enjoy! And sorry it’s so short haha. -Author Jam You hurriedly got your feet, almost leaving your bag behind on accident as the train slowed to a stop in front of you, the warmth from the dying sun bouncing off the red metal. You decided to enjoy it while it lasted - it got really cold at night around here.  Slugging your luggage up into the baggage slot, you passed your ticket to the waiting man at the front - an old man with a curiously mischievous smile. His name tag said "Kapp'n", and you pondered whether that was actually his name, or he had just misspelled "Captain." Maybe he was the conductor? You noticed immediately that the train was a little more packed than you had expected - well, actually, maybe a lot more. Most of the seats were filled, where were you going to sit? As you trodded down the isle, haphazardly avoiding bumping into anyone, you heard something quite relieving. "Hey, you! There's a spare seat right here!" You hurriedly went to sit with the kind stranger. He had dark hair and odd red eyes. "Thank you," you said, flustered, and he merely nodded with a kind smile as you sat beside him, showing off pearly teeth. You were almost jealous.  "So," he said, leaning back with his arms behind his head, peering over at you with that same warm, thin-lipped smile, "Where are you headed?" "[Town Name]," You replied, and he gave you a grin. "Oh! I have a few buddies up there. But... That's a long way. Why're you headed up there?" he inquired and you shrugged your shoulders indifferently, "I'm moving." You said, fiddling with the zipper on your coat, which you had removed to feel the evening warmth. "Oh!" "Finally leaving the nest, huh?" he teased, and you laughed, nudging him as if you were already great friends who had known eachother for years. "You already know where you're living and everything?" He continued, and you chuckled, a little nervously. That had reminded you of something. "Well..." you started, bashfully, and he gave you a disapproving, almost motherly look. "You're seriously moving without even landing a place first? It'll be really late by the time you get there!"  "Ah, I know! ...maybe I'll just camp or something," you replied, and he only threw an arm around your shoulders with a laugh. "Oh, well. You seem like the type to figure these things out on your own. I'm sure everything will work out." This was oddly reassuring to you, even if he was a stranger, and you laughed with a nod. "What's your name, anyways?" you asked him, and he turned a little red, realizing he was acting all buddy-buddy with somebody he wasn't even on a first-name basis with. "I... Probably should have said that earlier, huh? I'm Rover, what about you?" "___," You answered, "My name is ___."  He chuckled, "___, huh? That's real nice. Kind of... Familiar sounding, too. I wonder where I know that name from." He replied, and you shrugged. "No matter... Oh, It's getting dark out already!" he exclaimed, taking an anxious peek out the window. "Huh, is it really all that late? Last time I checked the clock it was only, like, six PM." "Yeah... Wierd. Are you going to sleep anytime soon?" he asked, and you shrugged again, "Probably, if you don't mind, that is." "Not at all," he said, peeking back over his seat. People had already seemed to filter out, and the train had become mostly quiet. "In fact, now seems like a perfect time to do that. Here, get comfortable. I'll wake you up when we get there." He offered, and you frowned a bit, "Are you sure? Won't you get tired?" He laughed, "Don't worry - I've been here all day. Naps galore." he said, and you reluctantly leaned back, looking out at the sky. "Well... If you say so. Goodnight, Rover." "Goodnight, ___..."

Of course you can, I'd be happy to! You guys are so polite... omg. Also, just for anyone reading, don't be afraid to request a story if you'd prefer it to headcanons! I need to write more anyways haha... Ok, enjoy! -Author Jam Apollo would be so embarrassed to realize he had a crush on you! It'd make him feel all childish, but he likes the warm fuzzy feelings you give him anyways, even if he's embarrassed. I hate to say it, but Apollo would probably take a while to make a move... He's just a shy old man, you can't blame him too much haha. He probably realizes in private, while he's laying in bed or something and just... Internally facepalms. Probably grumbles to himself with pink cheeks - he absolutely isn't thrilled at first, and refuses to tell anyone for a while. Eventually, he confides in someone he trusts, probably another cranky villager, and asks for advice. Might even be the type to nonchalantly ask you, "Hey, are you dating anyone?" to which you probably laugh. He tries to space out these questions, but you'd have to be pretty oblivious not to realize after a while of his red-faced questions. He might walk a little closer to you after that, brushing arms on accident and making a little less of a deal about it than he normally would. If you ask him if HE's single, prepare for a half barked, half-embarrassed response. Just a little bit more defensive than you might have guessed he would be. He does ask you out eventually, by showing up at your doorstep with a handful of blue roses (haha u totally know what i'm referencing here) and pink cheeks. He's just too embarrassed and sweet to say no to, and he's actually super genuine when it comes time to confess.

Haha, mamas/papas... I love that. And of course I'd be willing to! I've been seeing a lot of Apollo asks lately, and as much as we love a grumpy bird pal I'm rly happy to switch it up!! And just for anyone wondering yeah haha i'm a mamas alright...she/her. Okok I'm done ranting, enjoy! PS: I'm back baybey!! also ty for all the compilments omg... i could bawl -Author Jam Lucky is a goober, so of course he'll be more outgoing than you! But he's also very respectful of your boundaries and is completely fine with walking away from a conversation if you look uncomfortable... Probably great for people with anxiety haha. He definitely likes bonding through physical touch, but if you aren't comfortable with it he'll respect your decision! But if you are, he's gently and will whisper silly little jokes and cling to you. Rub his ears if you want, but be aware that he will almost definitely fall asleep on you. He is a little confused as to why you're so shy, but once he realizes it's just your personality and you aren't scared of him, he definitely enjoys your company more! He probably helps bring you out of your shell quite a bit, and really does care about how comfortable you are at all times. Will hold your hand if you two are talking to somebody if it makes you feel better - and probably will even if it doesn't, too. He's sweet like that. Omg... Really likes going to Brewster's with you. He'll even order for you if you're too shy to do it yourself! You'll catch him staring like a doof at you from across the table while sipping his cocoa wistfully. But mostly, Lucky likes to make you laugh, whether that be through jokes or "accidentally" bumping into things.  "Hahah, that hurt, but it was funny! ...Wanna see me do it again?" Lord help him. Once he hears his sweet S/O sing, he's probably hooked, so if you like singing be prepared for requests to sing K.K. Slider songs to him while he drifts off to sleep ontop of you. He isn't exactly little, but you don't have the heart to move him off of you when he does that. I mean, really, who would?

Punchy will occasionally say something so mind-bogglingly s̶t̶u̶p̶i̶d̶ oblivious that you will have to genuinely consider whether it was cute or, on occasion, concerning. Although, he usually notices when this happens and might bring you a handful of white cosmos he "found", dirt and roots still present. This is in no way linked to your now torn apart flower garden - but he's too cute to be mad at, even if it was; which it isn't. 

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Hey they Ichigo! I'm super sorry about taking so long to get to your requests, I'm currently preparing to begin school and things have been really hectic! Nevertheless, enjoy! P.S: these might be a little long, I feel bad about the holdup. -Author Jam Apollo is a wild card when it comes to any kind of relationship, intimate or not - I know, I say that about every villager, but Apollo is no exception. In a casual friendship or even something beyond that he will call you Kiddo, and nothing can really change that - it's a force of habit. Along with this, though, will come the occasional 'Squirt' or maybe even 'Sprout.' Being on good terms with Apollo is beneficial regardless of circumstances, as he, like most cranky villagers, tends to be protective, Apollo himself being maybe even moreso than most. He would absolutely be the type to puff out his chest and stand tall beside you, this being even more exaggerated when someone sketchy is conversing with you. He's a silent protector, though like any cranky villager he would rather read his diary aloud in a full plaza than admit it, least of all to you.  Apollo is initially a tough nut to crack, and comes off as cold until you really start forcing him out of his shell. The easiest way to do this is to tag along with him during his nighttime walks - which he takes every night for a considerable amount of time. Talk about whatever, he doesn't care - he's a great listener, and pays attention even if he looks almost annoyed by your presence. Don't get too used to that sour expression, though - it won't last. Apollo is a great friend, but how would he be as a potential love interest? Very blunt, it turns out. You wouldn't even have noticed that he had caught feelings for you - his longing gaze was only on you when he was positive you were looking away. During one of his nighttime walks, he'd offhandedly mention something super serious about it, that would most certainly catch you off-guard, whether it be an 'I love you' or something so genuine as a 'I'd take a bullet for you, you know.'  Apollo doesn't exactly flaunt his relationship, so expect any sort of PDA to be met with a grumble and a reluctant grab for your hand at first - but he'll get used to it soon enough. In private, though, he isn't so shy, and he won't hesitate to let you know when he's seeking affection. In fact, he doesn't much tend to ask at all, and you could be minding your business at any time and he'd have his head resting atop yours and arms slung around you before you could blink an eye. Suffice to say, of course, Apollo isn't exactly clingy, in fact, his touch is a bit loose, but when he's asleep he'll have you pulled to him in a tight hug, his beak buried in your hair/shoulder and breathing heavy. He is a big spoon, and won't take no for an answer when it comes to such - he isn't exactly a small animal, either, so you're out of luck if you wanted assertion in that area. Apollo tends to be a lot more open around you, and eventually stops being embarrassed altogether - he doesn't see cheesy little things like you showering him in little kisses or clinging to him as embarrassing - he doesn't have a reason to. He loves you, and you love him; so what if you want to show it? Be as open as you like in conversation with him, even if it's in awkward ways. There are no awkward feelings on his end, he doesn't mind delving into odd topics. Apollo likes spending time with his S/O when he can - particularly, he likes napping with them. Considering he doesn't go to bed until the early hours of the morning at the latest, he is never opposed to some extra sleep, and he thinks you overwork yourself. At any time he'll call you over and the two of you will cozy up just about anywhere. Under a tree, on a bench, in a field - you name it, he isn't shy. The rest of your residents can't exactly ignore it, though; your relationship is seen as 'cute', and Apollo couldn't really care less. ​​​​​​​Apollo loves and respects you no matter what your personality is like, so don't you worry! <3

Omigosh thank you! Haha I was looking for an excuse to do something with Isabelle again, so this is perfect! I don't love the original but I'm glad you do haha - Enjoy! P.S: does anyone else miss Brewster's? The feature where you could work there was so unique!  -Author Jam "Oh, you're a little early - not that I mind, of course, I was already ready to go - err, not to seem..." Isabelle trailed off, and you laughed. "No, no, it's fine! I was excited, so sorry if I'm here too soon," you said, and she shook her head with a smile, "I'm excited too. Let me grab my bag and then we'll be off." You stood in the doorway, trying your best not to look like you were peeking around inside of her house - it was small, like she'd never even considered asking Nook for an expansion; you didn't blame her, you were still paying off your own gigantic loan. Regardless, it was nice; even cute, with a lot more pastel colors than what you would have expected of her, and you could swear you heard Space K.K playing faintly in the background, which wasn't a terribly unfit choice. You were still pondering her musical choices when she stepped up to you, purse under arm. "Well," she said with a smile that you returned, "Let's go. I could do with a cup of coffee right about now, I skipped mine this morning. I guess I'm a little bit of a scatterbrain, I woke up late too..." Chuckling at her clumsy nature, you shook your head and offered her an arm, which she gladly linked her own with.  As you walked about the 'sidewalk', you took note that she seemed to have made an extra effort. She had exchanged her usual professional-ish getup of a button-up and skirt with a more flowy looking dotted green dress with a brown belt about the hip and a puffy, flowy skirt; the ensemble being complimented by white socks and black mary-janes. Even her hair tie was swapped out! The previously red simple tie was replaced with a white ribbon that was tied into a bow at the back. You found the ensemble quite cute, not that anyone was in need of knowing so. As you walked up to Brewster's, the newest cafe on the island, she turned her head to look and you and gave a soft smile, which you returned, a moment later dramatically opening the door for her and giving her a playful wink, to which she giggled at and humored you with a curtsey before stepped inside, with you following behind. As you got your orders and sat at a table, she looked across at you, shyly stirring her coffee long after the milk was mixed in. "Thank you for caring enough to take me out," she said, and before you could reply she giggled bashfully and giggled, "I don't get out very often, so sorry if I seem a bit unsociable. I promise I am thankful." There she went apologizing again!  You took her spare hand, and she sucked in a breath and looked at you with rosy cheeks. "Come on, Isabelle, you don't have to keep thanking me and apologizing for being yourself. Don't worry, I don't think negatively of you. I'm glad you're getting out of that office, though. Nook must get tiring for a while," you said, and she laughed, covering her mouth politely. "Maybe a little bit," she said, looking off to the side, and you both laughed, looking back at each other fondly.

Eugene, yes!! I'm such a Eugene simp, and this idea just - it's so good. I'm on it! Thank you for requesting :) Enjoy! P.S.: Sorry if this is short, I've been busy lately but I didn't want to let my asks sit around for too long -Author Jam When Eugene first learned how good you were at DDR, it's when you both put together your pocket change to purchase a machine for the island. Immediately, you shredded K.K. Metal at the hardest difficulty, both impressing him and making him extremely jealous. On the walk home, he begged you to tell him your secrets. You HAD to be cheating, there was no way you could have done that legitimately! But when he asked, you just laughed at him and rolled your eyes, explaining that there was no secret. For the next week, every time you played he watched closely, brows knit in frustration. Every day he'd watch and shake his head when you offered him a turn, merely saying he wanted to watch you. Soon enough, though, he gave up, and even started cheering you on after a while of jealous brooding.  Eugene himself, surprisingly enough, was absolutely awful at DDR, and no matter how many times you demonstrated or tried to help him he didn't get better, and it quickly became something you mercilessly teased him for, and every time he took a stab at it, you poked fun at him, leaning against the wall and watching him play. One day, when you were playing, he tased your sides and made you mess up, and you chased him around the wilder parts of the island, both of you hooting and laughing at each other until you both tripped and rolled down a hill, still chuckling at each other dizzily, half ontop of eachother. After that, he took another stab at it and actually managed to do well (even if he was playing on easy mode) and he let out a whoop and grinned at you while you pat him on the back.

The chubby asks are always so cute to me, because honestly, they all look so pudgy and cute already, so it isn't really that much of a stretch to write. Also, I hit 25 followers recently, so thank you guys and everyone who has requested something! Enjoy! -Author Jam Skye had always wanted to be a pastry chef - so she spent a lot of her time baking things to share with her fellow island residents. Apple strudels, Éclairs, croissants, you name it - but lately, she hadn't been baking as much, and when she did, it was passed off to Isabelle and Tom at resident services, or mindlessly distributed throughout the island. It wasn't that she didn't like baking or sweets anymore, but she tended to be critical of herself, so she noticed pretty quickly that she was a little pudgy. It was hardly noticeable, really, unless you were actively looking for such a thing, but to Skye, it was all she noticed every time she looked in the mirror. Skye was in her kitchen, baking - Cherry pie, in particular - when you called her on a warm, summer Wednesday. She balanced the phone is the crook of her shoulder while she slid the treat in the preheated oven, taking the phone in her paw as the two of you chatted. "Oh, I'm doing fine," she said in response to your question, checking the time before plopping down in a nearby chair. "That's good," you replied, and she let herself grin a little. "Say, would you like to come try on some clothes with me at the Able Sisters' tomorrow? They're having a big said," you said, and she cringed, her grin faltering.  She couldn't possibly let you see her like this! All pudgy and unkempt, her grin fell. "Oh, ah, I'm... Not so sure of that, ___. It's not that I don't want to hang out, I'm just..." she paused, prompting you to urge her on, "Just...? You're just what? I'm sure we can find a work-around to whatever is wrong, Skye." "It's just that I'm not in the greatest shape. You understand, don't you?" she said, listening anxiously to the pause you gave on the other end, crossing her legs and tapping her foot against the chair leg. "Oh, is that it?" she heard you chuckle and yelped out a defensive, "It's not funny!" "Awh, I'm sorry, Skye, it's just that I always thought you were real pretty, you know?" she paused, and you did as well, "Like, the prettiest on the island? Sorry if that sounds weird..." you finished, and she brought her hands to the phone, anxiously running a finger along the back of it, "No, no, I- uh, thank you. It means a lot. I might not love how I look, but, well... I'll figure it out. You didn't already reschedule on me, did you?" she asked, jokingly, and you laughed, putting her at ease. "'Course not. So... I'll see you Thursday?"

-Author Jam You looked around, taking a deep breath. This place was bigger than it had looked on the map, and in the pictures. You were determined to capture some of its essence to spread amongst your own island, though - after all, this guy's place was decorated so well. You unfolded your map, bringing your fingertip from the depiction of the airport to the different locations. You decided to go see the neighborhood first - seeing as the one back at hold needed some serious work. It took you an annoyingly long amount of time to navigate the island, much less find the entrance to the otherwise closed-off area where the houses were kept - for being a five-star island, this place sure was unclear. You eventually did find it, though, and stepped in, looking around. It was beautiful, far better looking than yours - with scattered peach trees and cherry blossoms, and pretty pink and - wait, were those golden roses? Those had to be fake, but they were nice nonetheless.  You strolled along the street, looking at the house names. Raymond, Marshal, Zucker... All names you felt like you had heard before. Shrugging off the vague feelings of recognition, you kept going. Bob, Sherb, Judy, Audie... Vesta. that was what the sign on the mailbox said, the mailbox in front of the last house on the entire block. You couldn't help but notice the absence of any flowers or yard decorations around this house in particular - and despite telling yourself not to be nosy, you immediately started thinking up crazy reasons of why that could be. You knocked on the door, before letting yourself in a moment later. The place was barren, and ridden with boxes with the Nook Inc. logo printed on them in green, all labeled with various tags detailing the contents inside. You were drawn out of your thoughts by a soft, almost timid voice. "Um, can I help you?" they asked, and you looked up to see a sheep standing in the middle of the room, a portable radio in hand. "Ah, sorry to interrupt, I see you're very busy," you said, and she nodded apprehensively, slowly, "But," you continued, "I happened to wonder why you were  moving away from such a wonderful island." "Oh, is that it? Well, I didn't particularly make this choice of my own volition, to tell you the truth. Rather, the mayor sort of... Well, forced me out. It isn't as bad as it sounds, I promise, I just... I'll miss the island life." You paused. She looked about ready to burst into tears, and - well, she was sweet. Cute, even. And it was then you made your decision. "Come live with me!" You blurted out, and she looked at you, bewildered. You paused, compelling yourself, before continuing. "On my island, I mean, there's a free space for a house, and Tom has been nagging me to fill it forever, and you said you'd miss this life anyway, so..." You trailed off, watching her beam at you, a giant smile suddenly gracing her teary features. You smiled back. She approached you, still not speaking, and didn't stop a foot away as you had expected. Instead, the fluffy sheep wrapped her arms around you, sniffling into your neck. "Thank you," she mumbled, and you smiled softly. "They made fun of me and didn't talk to me. Are the people from where you come from like that, too?"  You shook your head. "No, not at all. In fact, I think you'll find that they're far better than that." She pulled away from you and gave you a tearful smile. You smiled back.

Of course you can! Sorry if this took a minute, I've been busy today haha, and that idea seems adorable! With Raymond being so popular, writing him with some insecurities seems like a refreshing way to be reminded that he has his own personality and character, just like any other villager :) Enjoy! -Author Jam "I guess I have gained some pounds..." Raymond mumbled to himself, prodding at his stomach - he wasn't fat, not by any means, just a bit pudgy. A bit too pudgy, if you asked him. He stood for a moment longer, peering back at himself in the mirror, staring himself down insecurely. Readjusting his glasses, he let out a sigh - more working out in the plaza for him, he supposed. And as he left his house to do so, he was greeted shortly by none other than you, the island representative, who passed him a cookie that he politely, albeit a bit resignedly took, looking down at it for a moment. You were about to brush back by and continue on your way when you paid him a glance, pausing when you noticed his almost sad gaze. "Something wrong, Ray?" you questioned, looking at him, puzzled. He uncomfortably shifted his feet, staring at the ground. "Well, ahah... ___, I really love all the stuff you bake, but I think I should lay off the sugar a bit, at least for now. I'm, uh, not getting any thinner," The gray cat said earnestly, his ears perking up as he looked to you for your reaction, and apologetic look gracing his features. He then watched, puzzled, as you came back up to him, facing him. "Ahh, ___!" he yelped out flusteredly, bringing a hand to his face and stepping back slightly as you lightly prodded the sides of his stomach. He didn't look unhealthy in the slightest to you. "You aren't unhealthy," you said rather bluntly, watching as he recoiled in sheer embarrassment. "Why would you want to limit yourself?" "Well, I'm pudgy now!" he hissed, maybe a little more aggressively than he had intended, a moment later looking at you and inclining his head in a sort of intended apology. "I just... Don't want to get out of control or anything and have you and the others be grossed out by me," he said, a moment later giving you a look when you chuckled, shaking your head. "What?" "Raymond, you don't really think we'd be grossed out by you gaining a pound or two, do you? It's... cute, really. Lighten up a little," you said, and he did a double-take at your words. "You aren't just saying that?" he asked after a moment, rubbing his arm apprehensively, forcing yet another laugh out of you, this time one that didn't make him feel bad. "Of course! Why would we?" you asked, stilling chuckling, and this made him do a double; well, tripe-take. "I - I don't know!" he said, and soon joined you in laughing at his now silly seeming predicament.  "I guess neither of us do, then," you said after a good minute, when both of you stopped chuckling, and he looked to you with a snicker and a shake of his head.  "Well," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and giving you a smile, "Mind if I join you in handing out the rest of those?" he asked, and you merely grinned at him and offered an arm, which he gladly linked his own with - and at that moment it seemed being on the chubbier side wasn't such a problem after all.

Oh my gosh, thank you, of course you can! Requests just make my day, thank you haha! -Author Jam Kabuki tends to be on the mellower side when he's with his S/O, and this reflects in the activities they do together as well. He likes to sit and relax with them over a cup of tea while they chat about their day, or if they've had an especially rough time recently he'll fix them a hot bath. Overall very calm, enjoyable activities. He likes to talk to them, and will often do so in their day-to-day, even offering to help them with their daily tasks to get some extra words in; he's a great listener, and will let them vent to him too, and he'll give them advice or just be there. Kabuki is really gentle in this way with his S/O, and despite being cranky he'll let that all go every once in a while and have some tender moments.  Kabuki isn't one for just casual cuddling - he finds it more of a sacred thing and absolutely refuses to do it in public. Fear not, though, once behind closed doors he becomes way more affectionate than he comes off, and won't hesitate to spend as much as a few hours showering his S/O in affection and praise. This being said, though, returning so much as a few words of this praise will garner a flustered, almost - well, cranky response. He'll try to brush it off, but those strips on his face certainly aren't the only red part when he's being complimented - verbally complimenting him is the easiest way to get this response, but if you point it out too much he might get a little grumpy haha. Kabuki gives really good back and shoulders rubs, too, and has a surprising amount of experience. He also enjoys playing with his S/O's hair or even braiding it, though he isn't the best in that area haha. He spends a considerable amount of time trying, though - you have to give him that. Granted, of course, that his S/O is okay with having a janky hairstyle for a bit. He enjoys listening to music with his S/O, most notably tunes with Japanese accents; but once he gets to know his S/O's personal tastes he'll go out of his way every once in a while to find something that suits them in the shops, or request it from K.K. if he's on the island. He really does enjoy your company, even if he has trouble showing it!

I’m sorry, I didn’t see that you requested a scenario until after I banged these mushy suckers out. Send me a follow-up ask if you’d like a scenario instead and I’ll be on it pronto! Filbert's design just screams soft to be honest, he's such a silly little guy :)) Also fr tell ya friend I love em haha -Author Jam Filbert is about as soft in a relationship as anyone could be, both figuratively and literally - he really likes having his fur brushed or played with, and would never refuse some scritches behind the ears; just saying! I personally headcanon that the animals might make some noises respective to their species so he might just chatter excitedly when he sees you! It's a rare occasion, but definitely worth the wait. Filbert can be both ditzy and sleepy or just a little more aware and mischievous than you might think. He might just play a harmless prank on his S/O every once in a while, but he never means any harm - just things like waiting behind a wall to jump out at them, and he'll give them a hug and apologize if he ever accidentally overdoes it. I feel like he'd keep a nature journal, given his nature hobby - nothing too dedicated, but he'd probably doodle a funky looking bug he finds or press a flower in there - speaking of which, he probably brings you any pretty flowers he might find while out doing this. It's sweet, but it reaches a point where you have to ask him to stop plucking all your flowers. Filbert would probably be on the smaller side, even for a squirrel, so even if you're short yourself you'd probably still be taller. This being said, he would definitely be the small spoon, but every once in a while he might like to switch it up and cling to your back like a fluffy little backpack haha. He very much enjoys mutual affection, and especially likes your body heat if it's a little on the chilly side - not to say you'd be cold either, he has a lot of warm fur. His catchphrase 'Bucko' would most definitely change to something a lot sappier when he's talking to you - 'Buttercup', I think, would be a big possibility. He probably cycles through cutesy nicknames for you regularly' and yes, most of them just so happen to start with b. Sorry, not sorry. Even being on the mushier side with his own words and actions towards you, he would probably get a little flustered if you reciprocated a lot, "Aw, shucks" being used very commonly in your household in response to this. He turns especially red if you pet or carry him. ​​​​​​​But really, he just loves you a whole lot!

Hi! Glad to have ya! Don't worry, this blog is still only like a week old so most characters haven't been done yet, and even so I don't mind repeat requests haha :) Enjoy! -Author Jam Tangy is peppy, so that already guarantees her as being a bit spastic, but I feel like Tangy would have some extra zing to her regardless. She'd probably enjoy getting dressed up and having little fashion shows with her S/O, swapping styles, etc. I think Tangy has something of a short attention span, so she'd enjoy doing something with her S/O that was either active or really hands-on. Speaking of hands-on, she'd definitely be touchy with her S/O. Any activity would be partnered with a lot of silly kisses and general affection that isn't really deemed necessary haha. She's really goofy with her S/O, and has trouble being serious, but she has her moments. Would probably treat her S/O to old Disney movies and blanket fort if they've had a long/stressful day, holding their hand all the while and doing her best to help them forget their troubles and just laugh and have fun. She likes being the little spoon when they're more intimate - well, intimate to an extent. She can't resist booping her S/O's nose or making a funny face to make them laugh every once in a while. She'd probably enjoy calling her S/O on nights they aren't staying over at her house/if they don't live together, and talking about things that are happening on the island until one of you falls asleep. She quite enjoys being held, and will love you forever if you give her an occasional piggyback ride or just carry her to bed, something like that. She loves the trust that you both display in those moments, not having to feel like she could be dropped. If her S/O is smaller than her, this works the other way around as well, and she'd carry them around on her shoulders all the time.  Something she'd enjoy doing with her S/O, I think, is singing or listening to music together - she has the music hobby, after all, and something tells me she would just love to listen to K.K. Slider with her S/O. Overall, she loves and supports you!