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smuglemon · 18 days

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my ACWW town tierlist :) the really really fucked town of mars. I'll probably update this whenever there's a notable change in dynamics or move ins, but uhh, so far...

pudge is my best friend forever and always and that's never going to change. i specifically reset to have him in my town, as this was the game i first met him in a longgg time ago :) he hasn't been mean to be once, not that i ever expected my little guy to. he's a lot more mature in ww, which i expected because he's not lobotomized like he is in new horizons (sorry my little buddy it's the truth..)

rosie is an absolutely silly and funny sweetheart, and i'd like to keep her no matter what. her model is just so perfect in this game and she's been nothing but sweetness to me. the only thing is she's been sick for like... weeks now?? and she isn't getting better. i guess that prevents her from moving out randomly but it's so sad </3 casting a healing spell on my girl rosie

maple and teddy were originally fair-weather-friends i thought but pudge dropped the bomb that they're DATING?? and that they constantly argue... you could write this off as simple gossip but i trust pudge with my life and i'm keeping an eye on them. i'm a little worried for maple because from conversations with her she clearly has self-esteem issues, and teddy's just a general fuckboy who never responds to my mail. though he's pudge's best friend so if my boy respects him he can't be ... terrible i suppose??

portia's an interesting case. i originally thought she was just a kind of lonely woman. cause our conversations always hinted to me being her only friend, and i did a lot of favors for her and always stopped to chat with her. and then the BETRAYAL happened. she started hanging out with my archenemy elvis!!! i have proof of this because she got stuff delivered by him and took his CATCHPHRASE AND NICKNAME FOR ME. i was absolutely floored! anyways she likes fashion and makes me get her a new shirt every single day

maelle is a funny one. she was the first villager to try and move out and to test the "convincing a villager to stay" thing, i begged her to stay. WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE!! ever since then she's literally been wreaking havoc. she made maple CRY and maple implied she always insults her fashion. but i dont know if ill let her go because she's so funny.. also some deep lore here is that my dear lovely friend had her on her ACNH island but she moved so i've had this sort of headcanon that they were the same maelle? except this maelle is um. Aggressively heterosexual. to say the least so she's been dubbed male. evil maelle.

elvis is MY. MORTAL. ENEMY. immediately he introduced himself with the fun fact of "i like walking" and nothing else. and i knew instantly there was something wrong in this guy's head. i was so excited to have a funny lion but hes been a total prick!! pudge gave him a lovely gift and he had the fucking nerve to say "does that animal think ill wear this trash? you gotta help he set pudge straight!" WORD FOR WORD BTW. WHAT THE FUCK. i need him GONE 🔥

kabuki lived with us for a little while then unceremoniously left with only a single letter. my fault for not checking up on him oops. he was a lil weird but he wasn't at elvis' level of heinous so i liked him. he got on my good graces. he also asked me if he could move in with me so that was something

#acww #animal crossing #long post #mars journal #mute that tag if you dont wanna see my yapping about these animals that hate me :)

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lemonjelloarts · 2 years

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I'll share all of my spring sunsets with you.

[2.5k reguri one-shot!!]

Getting married is supposed to be something to be celebrated, not worried over.

…And Red will remind Green to stop and smell the roses as many times as he needs to, for the rest of their lives.

[wedding fluff!! domestic sweet little things together🥺🍎🍏]

Everything beautiful starts in the spring.

When they had been little kids, it was the time where the bitter weather finally relented its icy grip on the crisp, deadened grass, new blades sprouting from the still-hardened earth and persisting through to get tangled in their ankles all over again. It was when they could finally play outside, when they could finally chase Rattatas back into their hibernation holes and run and hide and laugh as loudly as they wanted to, without fear of any noise complaint.

When they had left on their pokémon journeys, it had been the fall. All things considered, it was most certainly not something beautiful, but something scornful and full of hate, spite, and broken promises.

But years later, when Red returned down to sea level, it was to baby blue florets clambering over his feet. It was the warming over of a time consumed by blizzards and hail damage and biting ice. It was spring.

When they shared their first kiss, it was under the dogwood tree behind Green’s house (the very same one that Red had dared him to climb when they were 7). It was flowering then, and painted pink petals littered both of their hair by the time their lips pulled apart, bodies tangled and arguably just as interwoven with one another as the knotted roots sunken in the ground beneath them.

Now was no different- and it was most definitely the start of something beautiful.

Tomorrow, they would be wedded. They had long ago agreed that even that, too, would be in the spring; the breathtaking beginning of the rest of their lives, officially promised to be spent together. Just as they always once had been, and just as they were always truthfully meant to be.

They had the immense luxury of getting to stay in a cabin on-site of the venue itself; a beautiful open expanse in Berry Forest of Three Island. It was a place that was just secluded enough to ensure no media sources or hobbyist photographers made a ‘surprise visit’ to capitalize on their special day for a pretty penny, but familiar enough to where it still felt like they were home , still in Kanto, still close enough to feel real .

It was close enough, too, for their friends and family all to make the voyage down to the archipelago from Vermillion’s port. Some of the Kanto Leaders and Elite had been kind enough to leave their posts and take part in being within the wedding party. Ethan and Lyra had both managed to catch a Magnet Train and make it to the ferry in order to come as well. Red’s mother and the Professor kept each other company on the trip from Pallet on the back of Red’s Lapras. Daisy was Green’s maid of honor. Leaf pridefully chose to have her title on her own brother’s side to be ‘best woman’ instead.

The invitation list was otherwise small, and all of which had already trickled into the dock on the south side of the island over the course of today. Red and Green had both been playing the role of welcome committee- as their loved ones arrived, they greeted them at the Three Isle Port and walked up the path into the town itself, helping each check in to their group reservation of all the rentable cottages the small island had to offer. Red was actually only now finally getting back to he and Green’s cabin after assisting the last of them- Lance had come via Dragonite, but encountered wind delay south of Cinnabar, putting him behind the rest.

While perhaps a little biased (given he had chosen it), Red couldn’t help but admire the scenic venue with childlike wonder as he stepped off of Bond Bridge and into the forest itself. The sun was dipping lower and lower into the sky, smattering every color around him in an even more vibrant glow than they usually would be- bluebells jumped from the greenery and kissed his sneakers with each step, the leaves of all the trees surrounding them swallowed in a lush and verdant olive. Every few branches were even freckled with clusters of colorful blossoms and bulbs, raining pastels on the comfortable paths and making everything feel all the more perfect and ethereal and right.

He was ready for this.

His Pikachu leapt down from his post atop his shoulder, darting excitedly through the small patches of tall grass they had to cut through, making sure none of the wild pokémon so much as caught even the inklings of an idea to attack on such a jubilant and peaceful occasion. Red made sure to pluck extra berries off the countless bushes they passed on the way back as a means of thanks.

But for all the peace and how satiated of a smile had crept its way onto Red’s lips, Green exhibited none of it. Red found him hunched over in wrought, sitting on the grass that sprouted from the bank of where the forest held hands with the sea, plucking the blades absently in a nervous habit he’d not shown since they’d been six.

At least we don’t have to pay the landscaper anymore, he would have teased him outright on nearly any other occasion. But tonight, Red simply waved a hand to dismiss his pokémon to go find Green’s Sylveon, asking without words to be pardoned for a moment of privacy.

Despite the state of his soon-to-be-husband, Red found himself beaming in pure unadulterated awe at him as he steadily walked closer: Green was dressed so comically different from the way he would be tomorrow. He wore a plain white t-shirt that they had probably gotten for free as a handout from some League event a few years ago, the neck stretched out so far that it now loosely hung off his collarbones, and the logo pattern that was once printed on it long having been indecipherably chipped off from both being cheaply made and having been sent through the wash one time too many. And he was wearing basketball shorts that Red was actually pretty sure were originally his; a fashion sin, and something Green would never be caught dead in out in public. He just looked so domestic and with his guard down in such simple clothing- and guiltily, Red felt a gratuitous swell burn in the pit of his stomach over just how lucky he was that this side of Green was exclusively reserved for him and him only.

He didn’t say anything as he stepped up directly behind his fiancé- not that he really ever did, or ever had to. Green’s shoulders rolled back the tiniest bit; enough for Red to recognize that he knew he was there, and enough of a go-ahead for him to gingerly drop to his knees behind his beloved and reach out with an incredibly tender touch, pulling his messy hair back out of his face, running his fingers through as he gently raked it back. It was something that always helped Green relax, and it was evident this time was no exception, from the way his body practically melted backwards into a puddle that dripped flush against Red.

“...?”

“Just thinking.” Green’s voice was quiet, but full of a jitter that Red silently vowed to make his mission to eradicate. He sat back, and scooted in- no longer on his knees, but instead sitting behind Green now, kicking his legs out to flank either side of his fiancé and pull him enveloped into his chest. Thinking was something that Green did a little too much of if you asked Red- he had an awful tendency to over think and send himself on a worried spiral if not every little thing was accounted for and under his control. It was a product of both his upbringing and his childhood journey; one too many things so vitally important to him had slipped right out from between his fingers. Most notably Red once, too.

The dark-haired man in question wrapped his arms tightly around his lover’s torso: usually, Red was really not one to like being touched all too much. Oftentimes he shied away from even affectionate pats on the back or casual arms slung over his shoulder- but not with Green. Never with Green. With Green, he hugged and kissed and laid beside and everything in between. With Green, he almost craved the touch; his skin felt alive and its nerves signed, burnt back at the tips, all at the same time. With Green, it was a way of telling him I love you and I need you and I’m so happy you’re here with me in the way his voice couldn’t. And it was saying so now, as he crept the pads of his fingertips beneath the hem of Green’s shirt, splaying them flat against his stomach and chest in a way that could only ever be described as the very definition of loving.

It was there that Red could feel the tension of nervousness that laid hidden inside of Green, and he got to work on his job of diffusing it by tucking his head down and placing a feather-soft kiss to the top of his shoulder.

“I’m nervous about something going wrong with one of the vendors tomorrow.”

“Mm.” Another kiss. And another. They were slow, and gentle, and creeping their way up Green’s neck as he left the trail of them to venture over his collarbone and move in.

“-and I haven’t gotten the chance to look at whether they got into port today, or what if a storm hits overnight the way Lance was delayed-”

“Mmhm.”

“-and I know that’s not my job, and that’s why we hired a wedding planner to worry about that shit for me, but I just f-”

“Mm.”

Upon being interrupted, Green let out a curt huff, realizing Red wasn’t actually paying attention to his anxious rambling: he was just chiming in intermittently to sound like he had been. And as much as he hated to admit it (solely for the sake of knowing damn well it was exactly what he’d wanted, and hating to let him win), Red’s stupid little onslaught of affection was doing a very good job of making him lose his train of thought. His whole body grew warm in the embrace of his fiancé, a comfortable flush blooming just like all the flowers around them over Green’s neck as Red took his trail of kisses to practically map all of its slim crevices for the first time all over again.

“... And then a Donphan wearing a party dress started to juggle Pidgeot, Arcanine, and Exeggutor while doing the macarena.”

“Mmhm…” Red squeezed him a little tighter, and Green let out a chuffed scoff, elbowing him in the gut.

“Hey! Are you even listening?” He accused, and though his words said one thing, the tone and amused snicker that followed it said entirely another.

He could feel the way Red’s lips curled into a wickedly coy grin against his skin, quickly having reconnected with it despite the jostling. They had made their way up to just behind the lobe of his ear now, and his breath was warm as it sprawled across it in a quiet laugh. Red’s left hand slipped out from underneath Green’s shirt and twisted so his first two fingers and thumb were pointing at Green, opening and then subsequently closing to touch the fingertips of all three together without a single second of hesitation. [No.]

“Asshole.” Green spat out the insult practically on instinct, but couldn’t find it within himself to lace any meaning into the word. Rather, it came out much more like a term of endearment, and he wheezed out a low snicker despite himself, writhing in Red’s grasp and pressing a forceful kiss to his lips as payback for the drive to insanity that all his little ones had been.

“…I just don’t want to end up missing anything,” he breathed out over Red as a final say on the matter, only barely parted from him as he spoke. “I want it all to go right.”

Red smiled at the notion- an unabashed smile, a smile only Green ever got to see, and he softly pushed his lover back a little. Just enough so that he could give him a look, one that bounced between him and the horizon, one that he didn’t even need signs to say You’re going to be missing the sunset pretty soon if you don’t stop fretting about it.

It was the same way they had always been. Green had one foot into the future, looking ahead, pulling Red along, figuring out where they were going next and what they would do when they got there. Red had both feet firmly planted in the present, looking around, tugging Green back, making sure he didn’t get so lost in the will-be ’s of life that he missed out on the is-now ’s.

Green nodded, the golden reflection of residual sunlight washing his silhouette in a heavenly blur as he succumbed to agreement. He tumbled back into Red’s arms and faced the waves once more, eventually letting out a long, but elated sigh. As always, Red was right. This was a rose that was worth stopping for, something he simply couldn’t smell later (as he’d always been so inclined to do).

They were silent, for a little while, just enjoying this moment together as the sun sluggishly made its grand and graceful exit out of the sky. It was a quiet acknowledgement of how this was the last time they would do something like this as something other than husbands. Both had loved and cherished all of their time spent together unmarried, but yet, both were also ready to softly kiss it goodbye.

As usual, it was Green opening his big mouth that interrupted things. In any other relationship, it probably would have ruined the moment. “Sunset’s nice and all, but it’s not as pretty as I’m gonna look in that suit tomorrow.” He wore a toothy grin as he looked to Red for a reaction, even pressing a kiss to his cheek to accentuate the egotistical tease. “Don’t you agree?”

Normally, Red would be the very first to fire back a snide remark, and they would bicker in a battle of wit until either someone won or got shut up in defeat with a huffy, argument-ending kiss. But as he raised his hands out of instinct, he caught sight of the way the colors of all the florets and the ocean and the sky reflected back at him in all the rich hues of hazel of Green’s eyes from this close, and it made him falter. He glanced back at the skyline, and then back at Green again, and realized that despite the fact he would share thousands of sunsets with him over the course of their lives, he was certain that none of them would ever even so much as begin take his breath away in the way that Green always does.

Dropping his shoulders down, Red took a shuttered breath in before nodding. He flashed his beloved a small, almost sheepish smile, and signed the words he’d rehearsed a million times over, and would parrot back again to him tomorrow.

[ I do. ]

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