#oops I fell in love with my penpal

[killemwithkawaii]

I was SUPER worried about my S/I being too overpowered or too over-the-top cause she has a backstory with the cult and has some demonic powers due to it. But after seeing all the powerful OCs and S/Is people have lovingly crafted and the positive receptiom they've gotten, I think me and her are gonna feel right at home in this fandom 💙

Bro, take this is your greenlight to go absolutely balls-to-the-wall nuckin futs with your s/i. Srsly. Please, please, PLEASE make your s/i(s) as OP, gorgeous, extra, plot-central and cringe as you want. They're your chance to reinvent yourself into whoever you could possibly imagine and be anything you could possibly want to be in any situation you could possibly come up with. The only thing limiting you is your own imagination!! 🌈✨✨✨✨

Here's a rundown of my own SF s/is, in case you need some cringy encouragement (CW: general TW, contains spoilers for my goretober events/ 'Meet the Fishers' s/i fics):

S/is for the AUs within my overly-complicated and meta 'Meet the Fishers' selfship AU-

-Penpal!Mitch: An art student at the local community college who became Sals penpal while he was in prison. They fell madly in love and went on the run together (and it inevitably ended Badly 😬)

-Coworker!Mitch: Workaholic worry-wart line cook/ resident cinnamon roll at the Nockfell Diner, where Sal got his first job as a dishwasher. Classic wholesome boy-meets-boy slowburn 💘

-Dealer!Mitch: Asshole hedonist drug dealer who sells 'The Addison Special' to Nockfell residents. Got Sal hooked on the sex-and-drugs lifestyle (it was fun while it lasted 🤷‍♂️)

-Videogame!Mitch: Ultra kawaii dating sim AI in a convenient tamagotchi-clone package. Sal got so obsessed with their 'relationship' that he became a NEET and his fam had to give him an intervention.

-Neighbor!Mitch: Not-so-secretly creepy yandere girl-next-door with social anxiety and self-esteem issues. After stalking her to make sure she wasn't a cult member, Sal and her became a cute/gross yanxyan couple (until he had to try and off her on ritual night oop-)

-Perfect!Mitch: A 'perfect'/absolutely disastrous mix of all of the above, the meta s/i who gets kidnapped by a not-so-fictional-other (THE Sal Fisher) and is slowly driven to cannibalistic insanity after learning the truth about the multiverse (aka Sals story is true, our universe is just another possible reality in Sally Face, and this Mitch is just another 'Mitch' in a long line of Mitchs Sal has found while traveling around the multiverse)

Miscellaneous s/is-

-Werewolf!k.e.w.k.: [insert culty mishap here] turned k.e.w.k. into a werewolf and Sal into a wererabbit. Where could this PoSsIbLy Go????? 🤔🤔🤔 (underdeveloped but still fun, and may pop back in during Easter who knows uwu)

-Default s/i (aka K.E.W.K.): IRL me with a kawaii filter and no concrete backstory, suitable for shoving into any selfship scenarios I'm currently hyperfixated on 👌 (new Meet the Artist coming soon~)

So yeah get cringy and have fun Anon (and feel free to share with us if you'd like to!) 🤗💖

#k.e.w.k. answers #sally face fandom #s/i #f/o #selfshipping #selfship community #sal fisher x s/i #k.e.w.k. selfships #k.e.w.k. x sally #an s/i for every day of the week (and more) awww yeahhhh UwU

[fictionalboysarejustbetter]

Friendships from Afar

Distance creates a barrier of trust. There are no worries. There is always a safety net to fall back on that protects from hurt or pain. Beginning in second grade, my personal goal had always been to find a singular, perfect friend who lives far away. We could talk openly with each other, and I would have the ability to be myself. The plan is that years later, I would meet this person in the weirdest of circumstances, and we would be best friends forever. It’s even better if this friend is a guy, so then we can both fall in love and get married to live happily ever after.

In second grade, the entire class received school pen pals, and while my fourth-grade pen pal was not ideal, I knew I loved this “secret” letter writing system where I am just Rebecca, nothing more or less. Moving into fifth grade, Mrs. Smith found me a pen pal from China. Through our teachers, we would send each other letters back and forth until the school year was over. From this moment onward, I was hooked; pen pals didn’t care what I looked like or how shy I was or how involved my mother was with the school, I could just be me, and they only knew the information I told them. Without asking for help, I scavenged through the internet, trying to collect pen pals as if they were Webkinz. I was convinced this perfect friend could only be found on pen pal websites that look like they were made by my fellow fifth graders.

Starting in sixth grade, I would spend night after night stalking the profiles of random teenagers on Students of the World, a supposedly “safe” pen pal website for kids. Gender? Who cares. Age? About 10-16. Likes? Reading, of course. Language? English please. I would then press search and sift through hundreds of profiles, finding the perfect candidates to be my best friend. This process was extremely predictable, including:

The teenage boys “looking” for a relationship:

Nathaniel, Age 14, UK

HOBBIES:

Photo

Trips

Cinema, Television

Sports

Reading

Painting, Drawing, Art

Hi! Are you looking for a cool guy to write to? Send me a nice message otherwise you’ll miss something priceless. 

I can speak:

English, French

The liars that claimed they like everything and speak every language:

Janhvi, Age 16, USA

HOBBIES:

Photo

Trips

Clothes

Cinema, Television

Sports

Sciences

Music

Reading

Animals, Nature

Cooking

Collections

Painting, Drawing, Art

Hello !!👩I'm Janhvi .I like to travel.I have traveled in to many countries .Such as india , sri lanka, china, france and more.I like make new friends.message me soon guys.👭👫OUR LIFE IS CHANGE , BUT FRIENDSHIP NEVER BE CHANGE.

I can speak:

English French German Italian Spanish Arabic Chinese Japanese Korean

The students making a profile for class:

Chaya, Age 13, USA

HOBBIES:

Clothes

Cinema, Television

Music

Reading

Animals, Nature

I am looking for a penpal for our school project. I would like to find some in Atlanta, Georgia.

I can speak:

English

I would scroll through these profiles so constantly that I rarely found new profiles. I was judging every profile based off of the person’s name, biography, age, likes, languages, everything. Most people without a profile picture wouldn’t receive an email from me. I tried to avoid messaging anyone from the United States unless they sounded like a major fangirl or fanboy over the books I liked. I automatically favored anyone from Europe, especially if they had an interesting name. But regardless if anyone from anywhere sent me a message first, I would respond back at least once.

Shortly after the search began, I received a message from a girl named Julia from Australia. She and I were the same age, we both needed a friend, and we both liked reading, animals, music, and clothes. Quickly, my life began to revolve around the fourteen hours that always stood between Australia and the United States. Throughout sixth and seventh grade, we would be constantly messaging on the messaging app “kik,” confiding everything deep and useless to each other like best friends do:

Becca says:

Hey, how are you?

Julia says:

Everyones well... Mum and dad start the long drive to melbourne this weekend so everythings kinda topsy turvy :p

How is your family and pets? Im sorry for my rudeness that i didnt ask earlier

Nearlytime for school?

Becca says:

Lol that is fine! I get to school around 8, so normally ill drop off right before, lol i try to remember to tell you but i tend to forget. Theyre good though. Willie and Apricot are happy my grandma left :-P mom and dad are helping me with my ancestry project and exploding of happiness because I got a position in that volleyball club and my sister has been working and spending money :-P her favorite thing to do

Julia says:

Ahh the christmas spirit... Lol is there anyone in the house who loves your grandmother?

Becca says:

Lol we love her because shes family, but no one loves her when shes here if you know what i mean.

What’s up?

For two years, the conversations would continue for hours, as we both wait anxiously for the “ding” on our tablets, indicating a new message. Julia’s father was a firefighter who fought the nasty bushfires that haunted their country. I interviewed him as my hero for my final paper and presentation in my eighth grade English class. I interviewed him through email after our initial plans to Skype were sidetracked by the active wildfires, and I so proudly presented the information about him that you would have thought he was my father.

One day, Julia told me about her divorced parents. Then, she told me about the twins her mom just gave birth to. Then, she explained that she actually has a twin brother and no younger siblings at all. Then, she became an aunt to twin nephews. Then, her house burned down, and she had to move across the country. Then, her parents just moved across town. The stories continued and continued only within months of each other, not adding up in any way, shape, or form. With hope still in my heart, I sent her all three books of The Hunger Games trilogy since she really wanted to read them, but two months later, the books came back in the mail as undeliverable. The address did not exist.

Unable to admit defeat or accept the idea that my best friend might not be real despite all of the evidence, I started to panic. What if she is catfishing me? I’ve seen that show before, and I even gave “her” my address. Whoever this person is could easily come to my house and kidnap me...maybe I should tell my mom and warn the police. But maybe, she just has a really hard life, and she compulsively lies to make herself feel better? Maybe, she just really wants attention, and that’s why none of her stories are adding up. Besides it could still be her, she may just be scared. She could have just lied and is younger than she said and is trying to sound cool to impress me.

With these panicked thoughts raging through my body like wildfire, I blocked her from kik and began to ignore her emails. I forced myself to just disappear, so then I would have nothing to worry about. I cannot trust that Julia is really Julia, so I will just watch “her” occasional emails come in, analyzing from afar who “she” may be. I’ll search for her on Google and Facebook and Instagram and Students of the World and anywhere else I can look. The emails would keep coming for years and years, but they never held much content to them, and I’m still left to question who “Julia” is.

My Julia investigation was stalled for now, and the void of not having a constant penpal to talk to quickly came back. Therefore, my search to find the perfect best friend needed to be expedited since Julia was certainly not cut out for the position. I continued to search Students of the World with my new smartphone every chance I had. In between games at volleyball competitions, Hope and I could be found by the nearest outlet on my phone, scouring the website for the perfect answers within someone’s profile. We would send out messages together to the nerdy fangirls and fanboys around our age. Every day during the bus ride home from school, Jenna and I looked through the website on our phones, judging everyone’s biographies and pictures. Jenna created a profile too, and we would have three-way Skype sessions with Sylvia from France until the two of them became too close and stopped inviting me to Skype with them.

Finally in April of ninth grade, I received a promising email from a 16-year-old boy from France:

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

My name is Kristopher and Im from France !

I watched a few days ago Divergent and it made me want to read the books !

I see you like tv shows and video games as I do !

I am not fluent in English but I can talk to you !

If you want I can learn you French ! :)

Typically, I would spend about twenty minutes every day responding to emails from random penpals on my way home from school, but within the first three or so emails to a person, one of us would just stop responding. In regard to Kris, I generally liked video games, but I wasn’t obsessed with them, and I had a weird taste in TV, so we probably couldn’t talk about that much. But Divergent by Veronica Roth was my all-time favorite book. As soon as I read that word in the email, I knew I would be responding until he stopped responding to me. It had always been my goal to fall in love with a fanboy, especially one with the same taste in books and movies as me, so I immediately responded with:

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Hi Kristopher!

What part of France are you from? I live near Pittsburgh, PA, USA.

Yes, definitely read the books! They are amazing! I find myself gravitating towards video games and shows more than sports! :P

I don't know much of French as I take Spanish in school, but I'd love to learn some and help you with English as well!

Rebecca

He emailed me back within minutes, and we emailed for most of the evening, talking about books and food and the differences between the United States and France. That night though, my phone battery had died, and it was only for a few hours. After plugging it in, I found five unread messages from him, making sure I was okay.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Lol it works ! :) Good courage to go back to school ! :)

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Hey sweetie 😆

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

How are you Miss ?

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Do You use words like ain't or gonna ? 😆

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Are you OK ?

As soon as I read these messages, my heart fluttered a little. This was just the beginning of our constant messaging and talking. I happily responded to him, and within days, Kris was my perfect, new best friend. The random space he left between the last word and the punctuation of a sentence would drive me insane, but I didn’t have the heart to explain the process to him. We talked so consistently that it would probably be considered unhealthy, discussing pets, family, being the youngest child, aspirations, atheism, languages, food, books, video games, and everything else under the sun. I was stuck to my phone all day, and every time I picked it up, I waited in anticipation for a notification with his name and the random spaces between his words and the punctuation.

The six-hour time difference between the two of us meant nothing, with him staying up late and me getting up early. Between classes, we would sneak each other messages about how our days were going. My week-long field trip to San Antonio, Texas was spent either messaging him or scouting out an outlet to plug my phone into so that I could talk to him. The more access I had to Kris, the further I distanced myself from my friends and family. When my phone would die or I wouldn’t have reception, I would look around, annoyed by whoever the people around me were. Kris was the perfect friend I always wanted; he was my best friend, and I was his. Neither of us needed anyone else, and hopefully, all of our talking and flirting would lead to love which would lead to marriage.

The summer before tenth grade came, and Kris seemed to be growing distant. Supposedly, he was travelling all summer, and he would rarely have access to wifi. I counted down the days until he would be back home, and after one measly conversation, he disappeared again. I sent message after message, finally receiving a response about his brother pushing him in the pool and his phone being in his pocket at the time, so it was destroyed. The summer seemed to be surrounded by disappointment, but hopefully when we went back to school, our relationship would continue to be as strong as it was before.

Tenth grade began, and Kris was still busy all the time. Apparently if he kept up his hard work, he would be valedictorian. Since I couldn’t spend lunch chatting with him anymore, I bragged that I was basically dating this amazing French guy who is valedictorian at his school. Until October hit, and then I would receive the dreadful message that he has a girlfriend. Ironically, this only made our conversation stronger than it had ever been, and he even picked out my new haircut, sending me endless compliments on it. The next day, he sent another message, explaining that his girlfriend didn’t want us talking anymore so it would probably be best if we just stopped. I was bad at listening to these directions, following this conversation up with many, many new messages in attempts to strike a conversation with him again. These messages earned me a nice block from Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat.

My only method of contact would now be email, so night after night instead of stalking Students of the World for new pen pals, I would send Kris emails. I now began to understand that feeling that I caused upon Julia, who may or may not have been Julia. Throughout October and November, I received a few responses that sounded like an automatic email reply, but one email in mid-November stood out, as it was one of the last ones I would receive from him.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Hello Becca,

I did act stupid and didn’t answer your messages at all. When I emailed you first, I never thought our friendship would get that strong !

Guess what, there used to be a time I was really in love with you, but I haven’t dared say so … The one biggest reason was the 6000 km that stand between us ! You were the one I loved talking to ! So I talked to you and you never waited to answer and neither did I.

I don’t know, something went wrong, time changed, I’m sorry I haven’t answered you for long, this is all my bad. I wish I could go back to past to fix this.

This message will never ever be able to patch things up, but it (I hope ) will tell you that I never forgot you .

My mother would tell me time and time again that any type of relationship separated by physical distance would never work. I had never believed her, but after receiving this email, I understood. Why had I ever believed that the perfect friendship would be through time differences of at least five hours? These relationships do not automatically create a barrier of trust, often making it even harder to trust. There are always going to be worries about who that person is and what their intentions are. There is no safety net to keep you from being hurt or feeling pain. Once there is a roadblock within your barrier of communication, you cannot simply get it back after running into each other at Walmart or flashing them a fake smile as you pass them in the hallway at school. As soon as one person blocks the other or the number of unread emails increases substantially over months, that person is gone forever.

#penpals #love #lost love #memoir #longdistance #oops I fell in love with my penpal #those French boys

[foxgivenblank]

a more wholesome prompt? youve been penpaling marzia for quite some time and when you decide its time to her, you meet fe as well. as you visit her though, you notice that both her and fe are a little different. she talks about felix all the time but the way they were acting was so weird. they were friendly but seemed too friendly. you didnt mind it and before u went back home they told u that they both liked u. after a few months, u just move in with them and make the ultimate couple ✌😎✌ - 🌻

that sounded better in my head oops - 🌻

No worries! So, sorta like a companion piece the the Mark and Amy triad idea?

What the ever living f u c k was this. I. What the fuck. Take it. Take the fucking thing oh my god

IT’S ALL FUCKING FLUFF WHAT THE FUCK

It’s 1700 words oh my freaking jesus christ

Marzia would be a great penpal. Each letter had cute flowers, hearts and other doodles written on the edges and the paper always smelled like perfume and herbs. You had no idea how she managed it, but you loved opening the letters and getting a wave of comfort every time.

You still couldn’t believe that you had somehow been lucky enough to get to speak with her. Writing. Whatever. Point was, you were always on cloud nine when you received her letters. And you always felt like such a clumsy oaf when you hand-wrote your responses back to her. You did your best to keep the letter positive, but after a few weeks you started discussing your anxiety around crowds and being around people. Surprisingly, she had similar problems. It was worse when her English was poor, but she was always worried about something she did impacting Felix, or being worried about what others would think of her new projects. It used to be a lot worse of course, before she became a little more comfortable, but knowing that even she still struggled with it made you relax your barriers. Made it easier to share with her your worries, anxieties and how much you valued her insights and friendship.

By the time you had been in contact for 6 months of back and forth letters she suggested audio calling for the first time. It took you longer than you wanted to admit to be comfortable doing so, as you were worried about everything; your voice, having to respond in real time and not being able to formulate multiple responses to pick between. After all of your worry and anxiety, the actual conversation well better than you could have dreamed and you felt so lucky to have her friendship.

Audio calls became more commonplace. You would still write to each other, but it wasn’t uncommon to see the two of you chatting one a week or every other week, seeing as you both had busy schedules. After a year, Marzia finally proposed that you spend a week vacation with her in Brighton. She knew you had quite a bit of time saved up, and she was willing to host you so you only had to worry about the cost of the plane tickets.

For the weeks leading up to the visit, you couldn’t keep the wide smile off your face and everybody thought you had found somebody to date. If only they knew the truth! The plane ride seemed to last an eternity and it was just as uncomfortable as you remembered. As such, when you exited the plane you were cranky, hungry and ready for a nap. Though you froze when you realized you had no idea if Marzia even knew what you looked like. You had never video chatted and you couldn’t remember if you included any pictures in the letters.

Internally freaking out you made your way to the baggage claim in a daze, mindlessly picking up your bag and dragging it to the departing area, following the crowd. A chirp had you pulling out your phone to find a message from Marzia. They’re doing their best to avoid the crowd and she had messaged you the level and space in the garage.

Scanning the walls you break off from the crowd and make your way to the elevator, punching the correct floor for the parking garage and impatiently tapping your leg as you crawled at a snail’s pace. 

Navigating the garage was an, experience, but you were finally able to find the correct space and you couldn’t help but beam a smile at Marzia. She leapt up off the trunk of the car and pulled you into a warm, tight hug. Not suffocating but perfectly relaxing.

Felix calling out to grumble about leaving before the traffic got even worse had you scrambling to push your bag into the trunk and slide into the car, blushing and not sure what to do with your hands. Marzia did her best to coax you out of your shell, but it was difficult. You had completely forgotten that Felix would be there too. How did you forget, oh my god you didn’t prepare for this.

At the end of the ride you were at least able to verbally respond again, but due to the day of travel, the shock of remembering Felix would be there and finally being able to see Marzia in person... You were drained. Absolutely exhausted and you couldn't stop apologizing to Marzia. She wouldn’t let you say a word about it though, repeatedly telling you that it was okay and that of course you could go to sleep and no it didn’t matter if it was 10 in the morning a nap would do you some good. And honestly she expected it, travel was always hard on the body.

As soon as you flopped down on the bed you were out. Body even more exhausted then you expected. When you groggily came to several hours later you could feel gentle fingers combing through your hair and you let out a confused mixture of sounds. Making a plaintive noise when the fingers paused. A soft giggle had you lifting your head and blinking owlishly at Marzia. You flushed and scrambled to sit up, embarrassed. She doesn’t say anything of the situation, but she does let you know it’s mid afternoon and both her and Felix were making some snacks if you were interested. Still too embarrassed to speak, you jerk your head in an approximation of a nod.

Fortunately, Marzia doesn’t tease you more than that, just let’s you know where the bathroom was so that you could take a quick shower and feel more awake.

Eating with Marzia and Felix was, an experience. You were still shy around both of them, not really knowing how to act, but you were at least able to participate in the conversation this time, instead of going nonverbal like this morning.

After the food, Marzia proposes a movie while Felix begs off to go to the office and get some recording and editing in. You flush again, and apologize since you know he missed quite a bit of work time today since they had to pick you up from the airport. He waves off your apology, not irritated since he was able to spend more time with Marzia.

You and Marzia watch movies the rest of the afternoon, sharing snacks and eventually, you reach the same level of back and forth that you had accomplished via voice calls. Laughing and snarking each other back and forth. Even Felix coming home with take out dinner didn’t cause you to regress and and get flustered.

The rest of the week passes in a similar manner, Felix popping in and out of the flat to complete his work at the office while you and Marzia either watch movies and chat or take walks around the neighboring parks. At the end of the week, it wasn’t an uncommon sight for Felix to return to the both of you cuddled together and sleeping on the couch, movie long forgotten. The first time he had shook the two of you awake you had returned to your nonverbal state, blushing furiously. The next few times were a little better, but you still grew flustered when Marzia would wake you up by playing with your hair in the morning.

Even Felix was getting more comfortable with casual touches while the three of you prepared food together watched movies. You thought nothing of it. Just thinking it was a thing that they did. The last night you were there, it was another movie night. Horror this time. And you were terrified. Jumping at each scare and whining, wrapped up in the blanket and burying your face in Marzia’s shoulder whenever the monster would start chasing the humans. There had been a lull in the jumpscares and you felt a false sense of relaxation, the characters were figuring out the history of past humans that had been chased by the monster. And then the monster was there on the screen. You screamed. You were definitely embarrassed by that, but you screamed and completely dove toward Marzia, burying your face in her stomach and wrapping your arms around her sides, terrified and startled and embarrassed but how were you going to get out of this oh my god.

Marzia’s arms settling across your shoulders and her fingers stroking your hair and running along your scalp caused you to relax though. Sighing and enjoying the feeling. Feeling Felix’s hand settle heavily on your shoulder caused you to jump, but Marzia made sure to sooth your nerves with gentle rubs against your head. You fell asleep like that, and only woke up slightly to the gentle rocking motion of Felix carrying you into the guest bedroom. Still muzzy with sleep you grumbled and buried your face into his shoulder, complaining that he woke you up. Come morning, you were mortified and only Marzia coaxing you out of the room had you facing her and Felix.

Neither or them brought it up though, Marzia just giving you a kiss to your cheek and a pat to your head. Blushing as you caught sight of both her and Felix’s smirks. You shoved some fruit in your mouth to avoid answering or talking for a little longer yet.

Marzia then surprises you with a finger on your chin, lifting your head up from it’s bowed position. You blink wide eyed, confused. Before she leans in for a soft kiss. You’re sure you look shell shocked, and you’re also sure that your flush has descended into your whole body. It sure feels warm enough. You’re winding yourself into a panic attack before Felix’s hand settled on your head, ruffling your hair and making some dumb, sarcastic remarking that has you hiccuping a laugh.

It’s something that will need to get discussed, but seeing Marzia’s smile and Felix’s relaxed smug face-which, honestly, is just his default expression apparently-you can’t help but be relaxed too.

You’re not surprised when they ask you to come by for another vacation in a few months, and  you’re exciting to see where this goes. And this time, you would be the one to initiate a kiss.

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@loveisffandlattes

#asks #sunflower anon #sunflower darling #sweedee boi #Lovely Marzia #triad #fluff #indulgent #reader insert #what the f u c k #oh my god #it's 1700 words of fluff like #what the fuck why did this want to be written #Anonymous

[themurphyzone]

Mayor Murphy Ch 3

This story is also being posted under the crossover section under Milo Murphy’s Law/Animal Crossing on FFN.

Ch 3- Nook’s Homes

The buildings surrounding Nook’s Homes were boarded up, falling apart from disrepair. Even the shops that were open looked small and crammed together. They found Nook’s Homes to the left of the post office. The exterior shone a crisp blue and white, in stark contrast to the rest of the street. 

A bell fell on Milo’s head as he pushed open the door, rolling across the floor until stopping at a raccoon’s feet. “Ah, hello! Welcome, welcome! You’re the new mayor, correct?” he said. 

“I guess? Are you Digby? Isabelle said he designed the penpal program and that we should go speak to him if we have any questions. Which we do,” Milo said.

“No, no!” the raccoon laughed jovially. “I’m Tom Nook, the owner of Nook’s Homes! I was once a humble shopkeeper who generously provided a selection of items for our villagers to peruse, but then I decided to think bigger! So I established Nook’s Homes, for all our real estate needs! Oh, and who are your friends?” 

“This is Sara, my older sister! And my best friends, Melissa and Zack,” Milo pointed to the others. “And my name is Milo!” 

Tom Nook nodded. “I see, I see. Well, I suppose helping you scout out a location for your new home can wait for a bit. Digby is currently at the main office, so we can handle your business there. Feel free to look around the shop while you wait. I need to call the main office to let them know we’re coming.”

He disappeared around the back, whistling cheerfully. Melissa examined a model of a purple roof, her eyes falling on the price tag. “I think those Bells everyone keeps mentioning are the currency here. Do you think they have a currency exchange somewhere?” 

“Hey, guys!” Milo pointed at a scaled down model of a mansion, a train similar to the one that brought them to Fortuna chugging in between the windows. “Look at this train!”

“Milo, maybe you shouldn’t-” Too late. The entire model crumbled into plaster as Milo picked the train up to show off to his friends. “-touch it.” Sara finished lamely. 

Milo carefully set the train down. “Oops.”

“Yes, yes! I have the keys so let’s-GREAT AXES OF SERENA!” Nook’s face changed from disbelieving to mortified to fury in the span of ten seconds. “I leave you kids alone for less than five minutes and you break a very important model!”

“Sorry, Mr. Nook,” Milo apologized. “These kinds of things tend to happen a lot.” 

Nook sighed. “Fine, fine. Those models aren’t exactly cheap though. But, as I understand, it was purely an accident. Because I’m a generous raccoon with the heart of a two bedroom, two story duplex, I’ll let this little incident pass.” 

“That’s a relief,” Melissa murmured. 

Nook led the group towards a back street, where a long set of stairs rested on the brick road. “This entire road is called Main Street,” he explained. “Up these stairs is what we call Central, the point where the entire time stream in Crossing Valley meets and animals can go in and out as they please. It used to be just a grassland, but thanks to my grand designs and hard-working employees, we are constantly developing the place to suit all our needs.” 

They passed through a translucent wall at the top of the stairs, and the air rippled around them, shimmering until they were deposited on a brick road. 

“I thought you said you were developing the place?” Melissa asked, taking in the various empty lots that were roped off to outsiders. 

“It’s a recent idea. We’ve mostly been dealing with building villager homes, and let me just say, some of them have-ah-very curious ideas for their places of residence,” Nook grimaced. 

“How curious?” Sara asked. 

Nook gave her a funny look. “Egbert wanted to be surrounded by even numbers.” 

“Well, it makes dividing a lot easier,” Milo mused.

“Yes, yes, moving on now. Here is the main branch of Nook’s Homes!” Nook opened the door, revealing a ton of smiling employees. “Everybody, I’d like to present Fortuna’s new mayor, Milo! And his sister and friends!”

“Bang! Great to meet ya, new mayor!” an elderly otter grinned, reminding Milo of a very shrewd door to door salesman. “Name’s Lyle! Just talk to your new uncle if ya ever need anything!” 

A pink otter frowned. “Aw, I’m supposed to be your favorite, Uncle!” 

“Of course you are, Lottie!” Lyle chuckled. “No one could ever replace you!” 

“Yay!” she grinned. 

A brown and white dog smiled. “Yeah, you’re one of the best we’ve got.” 

Lottie’s throat seized in what appeared to be a high pitched squeal, but she quickly stopped herself, blushing. “Thanks, Digby.”

“Digby, these young folk have some questions about the penpal program you’ve done an excellent job managing,” Nook said.

“Let’s start with the basics,” Melissa suggested. “What is this program about?”

“It started when Tortimer retired, you see,” Digby said. “It triggered a disruption in the time stream, splitting into a new branch of towns where humans can become mayor and decorate the town as they please. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of towns at different points in time. For example, there are towns in which Tortimer is still the mayor and Mr. Nook was still a small time shopkeeper. And where Isabelle and I don’t exist.”

“As fascinating as learning more about the time stream is, you still haven’t explained the penpal stuff,” Sara responded. 

“I’m getting there. As more towns popped into existence, the amount of villagers exploded. There were many arguments over who got to move where, so in order to help I began thinking of ways to increase the maximum amount of animals that could live in one town.”

“And the final result was the penpal program?” Zack asked. 

Digby nodded. “You guys sure catch on fast! The penpal program is just one part of it though. It gave us a way to exchange letters and make new friends without being limited to just a single town! Rover was instrumental in delivering letters to humans. He’s something of an anomaly, you know. For some reason, he’s able to go out in the human world when the rest of us are limited to Crossing Valley.” 

Sara excitedly bounced in place. “What if we solved the mystery of the time stream for you? Milo and I have nearly an encyclopedic knowledge of Dr. Zone and all things time travel. We could help!” 

“Dr. Zone? What is she talking about?” Lottie asked. 

“Just a show they like,” Melissa answered, listening to Milo gush about the symbolism of different clocks within the series. “Digby, you said the penpal program was one part. What’s the other?”

“With instincts as sharp as yours, you’d be a good addition to the team!” Digby said. “The other part is what I like to call Roomies. If two animals shared a home, then the amount of villagers that could move in will double! And that would definitely make things a lot more interesting! It took some adjusting, but we’ve managed to adapt our homemaking styles to accommodate two animals.”

“And this leads us to assigning roommates,” Nook added. “I trust you’re somewhat acquainted with your pen pals, yes? Because with the exception of the mayor, you will be rooming with them.” 

“Wait, why does Milo get his own house? What about the rest of us?” Zack complained. 

Nook folded his stubby arms. “I’m throwing away a good business opportunity, but the mayor gets certain privileges, which includes his own home. However, he will have to pay for the home mortgage just like everyone else.”

Sara poked a finger at him accusingly. “You are not giving my little brother a debt he needs to pay off. For goodness sake, he’s not in college yet!” 

Nook shoved her finger away, bewildered. “No, no! You misunderstand me! The mortgage can be paid off at your own pace. No deadlines at all.”

“You have a very strange society,” Melissa said. 

“I kind of like it,” Milo shrugged. 

“Bam! Is that not how it works for ya humans?” Lyle asked. 

Zack shook his head. “You pay, get evicted, or suffer horrible consequences. That’s the way we do it.” 

Lottie gasped. “That sounds awful!”

“Getting back on topic,” Nook cleared his throat. “Melissa, you’ll be assigned to Diana. Sara, you’re with Cesar. Zack, you’ll be with Del. They’re all aware that you’ll be rooming with them for a while. As for Milo, you need to scout out a location for your new home.” 

“Pick a location? I wouldn’t know where to begin!” Milo exclaimed. 

“Don’t pick anywhere near a cliff,” Sara advised. “Or where there’s potential for falling rocks. Or near trees.” 

“There’s plenty of nice, open spaces,” Zack added. “Look, if you can’t decide, we’ll help you out.” 

“Yeah, come on,” Melissa said, nudging Milo. “And we’ll cover for the cost of any damages that will inevitably occur.” 

“Well, it was nice to meet you!” Lottie indicated a pile of luggage stacked by the door. Milo hadn’t even noticed their belongings. “Sorry, I knew we should have left a note. By the way, who had the black bag with the hearts? I love the design.” 

“That would be mine,” Melissa slung the bag across her shoulder. “It was on sale.”

“Even the Able Sisters don’t sell that sort of thing!” Lottie exclaimed. “Come back and visit me when you’ve settled in!” 

“Don’t forget about ol’ Lyle! Bang!” Lyle smirked, adjusting his glasses. 

“If you have any more questions, please come by anytime!” Digby waved. 

After the round of goodbyes, they made their way back to Fortuna and immediately began scouting for a location. Milo ruled out the northeastern portion of town due to Diana and Coco’s homes being set up next to a peach tree orchard. He didn’t want their houses crushed by those lovely trees. 

“What about over here?” Melissa suggested, standing in an open spot next to a large gray boulder. “You get a clear view of the river!”

Zack flinched. “Or you could just not choose a house next to the river! What if man-eating fish came to kidnap you in the middle of the night? Have you seen dead mackerel eyes? Cause I sure have! These things stick with you!” 

“Did you have a bad experience at a fish market?” Melissa asked. 

“No, but one day we’ll wind up being in one. Just you wait,” Zack retorted. 

“Being in a fish market could be fun,” Milo said. “I mean, what’s not to love about fresh seafood? Unless you’re allergic, or have crippling ichthyophobia, or seagulls trying to steal whatever you buy....” 

Melissa placed her hand over his mouth. “I don’t think you’re helping your case.”

“Young man,” Nook interrupted. “Fishing is a favorite hobby of many in Crossing Valley. It’s also a reliable Bell-making method.”

“Well, fish all you want. I just don’t want them near me,” Zack shuddered. 

Taking out a meter stick, Sara measured the distance between the river and Milo’s position. She laid it down five times, then stopped when the stick lined up with his heels. “I’m not sure if I like this area. The scenery’s great, but you’d be at risk for flooding.” 

Milo nodded. “We’ll keep trying.”

Finding no satisfactory locations north of the river, they crossed the remaining bridge and found a location near Town Hall that seemed perfect. Far away from falling rocks, the river, and not near any trees. Marshal’s house was close enough by in case Milo needed any help too. 

“Yes, yes!” Nook exclaimed. “So is this where you’d like to build your new home?”

“Yup! Final decision!” Milo replied. 

Nook set up a rope that blocked off the area, only for the material to slip off the stakes. He tried again, and three of the stakes toppled over. He frowned. “That’s peculiar. I’ve never had this much trouble before with setting these up before. My Junior Tanuki skills must be rusty.”

“May I?” Sara offered. Nook decided to take a much needed break. “Milo, the adhesive please.” 

He tossed a package of heavy duty duct tape to her, and she applied nearly the entire roll to all the knots. “There, that should hold it down.” 

“I’m just going to let you handle the tent as well,” Nook said, fanning himself. “Would one of you mind getting me a peach? I can’t conduct proper business on an empty stomach.” 

“A tent? I thought you were building a house?” Sara glared. “Don’t scam us, you trash-rooting, greedy little fluffbutt.” 

Nook gasped, steam pouring out of his pointy ears. “How dare you compare me to common raccoons! My family hasn’t rooted people’s trash in generations. Besides, I need time to calculate the total cost for the land, materials, and building costs. If you swing by my office tomorrow, I can tell you the amount you’ll owe so we can get started on your house.”

“That’s not reassuring,” Melissa muttered. 

“Yes, yes. Well, you still need a place to live,” Nook dismissed their concerns with a wave of his hand. “Hence the tent. Oh, and I almost forgot.” He pulled a wooden mailbox out of nowhere and set it up near the front. “You can also start receiving mail now! As for the rest of you, there are mailboxes set up in front of the animal’s house you’re rooming in. Though this would make it harder on Pete. Poor guy can never deliver letters and packages right.”

Isabelle came running as soon as Sara and Milo finished setting up the tent. To everyone’s surprise, the tent only collapsed twice. “Mayor!” she shouted, panting heavily. “I see you’ve found somewhere to live now! That’s great! Oh, and Mr. Nook too? You rarely come into the main part of Fortuna.”

“A special occasion, Isabelle,” Nook replied. 

“Yes, of course!” Isabelle yipped. “Speaking of occasions, I completely forgot to mention there’s a big party being set up in the Plaza as we speak. And K.K Slider’s there too!” 

“What’s the party for?” Zack asked. 

“A big celebration in honor of our new mayor! There’ll be food, music, but the big finish is planting the tree in the middle of the Plaza! Oh, and it’s a great way to meet the villagers! You’ve glimpsed them before, but you don’t really know them that well yet, do you?” Isabelle was talking so quickly all her words almost slurred together. 

“A party sounds great!” Milo cheered. “Best welcoming gift ever!” 

“Yes, yes. Well, I need to finish up at the office,” Nook shook Milo’s hand. “Nook’s Homes opens at 10 sharp tomorrow. Stop by so we can discuss your total cost, hmm?” Humming lightly, he plucked a peach off a nearby tree and snacked on it as he headed back to Main Street. 

Sara balled her fists. “I’m going with you tomorrow, Milo. Just so that sneaky raccoon can learn a lesson or two.”

“He’s always like this on business,” Isabelle said. “I know he seems like he just wants your money, but without him we wouldn’t have all our public buildings to make life a little more enjoyable. Sable would vouch for him. She’s one of his biggest supporters.”

“Okay, I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt,” Sara growled. “For now. If he charges anything outrageous, then I don’t know what I’m gonna do, but I promise it won’t be anything good.”

“Sara, it’s fine,” Milo said. “Don’t worry about me! I mean, if you still want to come, that’s all right.” 

“He’s fair,” Isabelle added. “For now, come with me! We need to officially make you mayor!” 

“It’s a good thing we packed those party hats,” Melissa stuck a blue party hat on Zack’s head. 

Zack retaliated with a party popper to Melissa’s face. “Aside from the fish, this place is growing on me.” 

Sara is like one of those people who claim Nook is evil.

Isabelle, you’re adorable and I love you but you need to tell them important things okay?

Zack’s ichthyophobia rears its head.

Some of the Happy Home Designer requests are weird as heck. 

#milo murphy's law #animal crossing #new leaf #isabelle tell them important stuff #sara is like those people who claim Nook is evil #mayor murphy

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Thanks for the asks, Anon

• 1. have you ever been in love?

Yesss, it sucked lol

• 2. who is your favorite artist?

Honestly not a HUGE art lover, maybe Andres Serrano for his creative and bizarre works like “Piss Christ” and the cover art for Metallica’s Load and ReLoad albums! 

• 3. what is your favorite music genre?

Heavy Metal as a whole, Modern Metalcore as a subgenre at the minute

• 4. have you ever had a penpal?

Yes! :)

• 5. are you single or in a relationship?

Single as FUCK yo

• 6. what color are your eyes?

Brown

• 7. what is your favorite word?

Honestly, probably ‘fuck’.  So many uses and meanings.

• 8. do you play any instruments?

I play the guitar! 

• 9. what is your favorite color?

Black (Unless you’re one of those that say that Black is a ‘shade’ and not a colour, in which case, probably a specific shade of red maybe?)

• 10. do you have any nicknames?

Nah, not really!  Wish I did tho, lmaoo

• 11. what is your favorite flower?

Probably a rose, not to be too generic, they’re just cool aren’t they!

• 12. what qualities do you find attractive in a person?

Chilled out and relaxed, kind hearted, whatever the opposite to pettiness is, funny, just don’t be an asshole really

• 13. do you have any pets?

Nope, but I used to have a cool-ass catto.  

• 14. have you ever travelled outside of your home country?

Yus, been lucky enough to have been to Rome, Paris, Florida, Mallorca among other places!

• 15. what language(s) do you speak?

English, wish I could speak more but languages are hard, yo

• 16. who was your first crush?

I can’t remember tbh, I just remember starting to get crushes on girls like, quite early on tbh, lmaooo

• 17. do you wear glasses?

Nope

• 18. what is your favorite pastry?

Probably puff, maybe?  Honestly not a question I’ve ever actually thought about before, but pastry is good lol

• 19. do you prefer swimming in a pool or in the ocean?

I prefer the vibes and aesthetic of the ocean, but idk, I’d probably be more inclined to say I prefer actually swimming in pools

• 20. bright, dark, or pastel colors?

DARK PLS (although bright are cool too)

• 21. what is your favorite social media app?

Tumblr and Instagram, and don’t make me choose between the two!!

• 22. what is your sexuality?

Straight

• 23. do you have any siblings?

Nopee

• 24. what is your favorite scent?

Maybe, the smell of rain in the air, OR, the musk of an old rotting building, IDK I’M NOT WEIRD YOU ARE

• 25. where do you want to travel to?

I wanna do a road trip of the USA one day, would also love to visit Canada and a lot of Europe, basically wanna travel the world tbh, lmaoo

• 26. what is your favorite film?

Hard Question... very hard question... depends what mood I’m in, but probably Pulp Fiction

• 27. who do people say you look like? (celebrity/family member)

My mum, mostly, but very occasionally my dad

• 28. who is your best friend?

I have a few, I have people I would consider my brothers and sisters so them probably!

• 29. what is your dream job?

PLAYING MUSIC FOR A LIVING IN FRONT OF A LIVE AUDIENCE, YESPLEASEYESPLEASEYESPLEASE, let me dream okay

• 30. do you know how to drive?

Yus, although I havent done it in a year, so maybe not anymore lmaoo

• 31. who is/was your favorite teacher?

My A-level psychology teacher.  What an actual angel and blessing she actually was, I miss her dearly

• 32. are you a feminist?

Yes, going by the true definition.  I want complete equality for all no matter who you are inside or out.

• 33. what is your zodiac sign?

Libra!

• 34. do you enjoy reading?

Honestly, no:(  I’ve never gotten into it, rip

• 35. do you have any hidden talents?

I dont think so?  I’m getting better at scream vocals, and it’s something I never display to anyone, but I’m still shit so no, lol

• 36. have you ever dyed your hair?

Nopee

• 37. what is your favorite thing in your bedroom?

My bed lmaoo.  Nah, maybe my guitar set up or my CD collection... or my bed

• 38. what is your biggest fear?

I’m not too sure.  I dont have any actual phobias, as such.  But losing people close to me scares the fuck out of me, as does any foreign bodies piercing my skin and being inside of my body be it a knife, a piece of scrap metal or even a medical syringe, lol, GET IT OUT, ITS NOT MEANT TO BE THERE.

• 39. can you whistle?

Yes, weirdly, I whistles literally a second before reading this questions what the hell, im shook

• 40. do you make your bed every day?

Kinda, I dont leave it messy, I arrange my pillows a bit and put my duvet on semi-properly but I dont do an immaculate job by any means lol

• 41. do you have any tattoos and/or piercings?

Nope but I HECKA want a tattoo and have for like almost 2 years now lmao

• 42. have you ever been on a roller coaster?

Yes, omgg, they used to scare me so much but I love them now

• 43. surfing or skateboarding?

Skating, 1000000%

• 44. are you a dog or a cat person?

I ADORE both to pieces, but because I had a cat, I’m inclined to say I’m slightly more a cat person, oops

• 45. what is your favorite animal?

OOOOH, uhhhh, I think maybe either a fox, a tiger or a wolf maybe?  Unless dinosaurs count in which case, always dinosaurs.

• 46. do you have a skincare routine?

No, but I should, lol

• 47. what time do you typically go to bed at and what time do you wake up at?

Stupid o’ clock, oops.  I cant remember the last time I fell asleep before 2am tbh, and I always try and wake up at like at least 10am but it rarely works, IM NOT LAZY I JUST SLEEP LATE IS SWEAR

• 48. what is your favorite memory?

I think maybe being in Florida with my parents the last time, maybe around 2012/14 something around then, that was fun and I miss those days

• 49. how tall are you?

I’m around 5″11 ish

• 50. what is the best gift you’ve ever received?

Probably a holiday away, OR, my ticket to Download 2018

• 51. do you have a garden?

Yus, but its a tip right now

• 52. do you like bugs?

I dont like them but they do fascinate me a little

• 53. what is your natural hair color?

VERY dark brown

• 54. what is your favorite food and drink?

Favourite food HAS to be Indian food, favourite drink would probably be fruit cider maybe?  But not Strongbow dark fruits, that’s easily the worst fruit cider, GROSS.  And no I’m not an alcoholic, but soft drinks and water are just boring at this point lol

• 55. do you want kids?

Yes, but not until I’m like in my 30s and have a stable career and life and I’ve spent my 20s enjoying life and having money to spend on me and not a little puke/shit/pee ball

• 56. what is/was your favorite class?

Probably either GCSE music or A Level psychology.

• 57. what color shirt are you wearing?

Black, duh

• 58. if you could time travel, what year would you go to and why?

Any point in the 60s, 70s 80s and 90s so I can experience each decade that I’m fascinated by. 

• 59. what is your skin color?

I’m a pasty white boy, BUT, going to Download this summer I did get a sweet-ass tan which has never happened to me before, lmaoo

• 60. hugs or kisses?

Kisses, but hugs are also phenomenal

• 61. have you ever drank alcohol?

Yes, lol

• 62. have you ever done drugs?

Nah

• 63. netflix or youtube?

YouTube, netflix is overrated, RIP

• 64. ice cream or frozen yogurt?

Ice cream 200% 

• 65. succulents or flowers?

Probably flowers!

THIS WAS FUN, THANKS ANON!!