#Cherrypit

[hqmillioncorn]

let the fire wash away your fears

Patti poked her head around the corner. Her suspicions proved the be right, Cherrypit was home. Not only that, he was holding one of those cool little fireballs that he always liked to bounce against her head. "Tío Cherry!" Patti cried, jumping out of her hiding place. "How do you make those things!? Can you teach me how to make them too?!" Cherrypit already knew his niece was spying on him but her question still came out of nowhere. "I...er...Um..." Not that he didn't have any experience teaching Patti to do things but, something about this wasn't sitting right with him. "I think it's a little too dangerous...?" "What?!" Patti almost doubled over in shock and disbelief. Cherrypit usually so relaxed about everything. "Mama told me you were making these when you were two! I'm eight!" She held up eight fingers for emphasis. "How can it be dangerous for me if you did it when you were a baby?!" She got him there. Cherrypit internally cursed his younger self for being so reckless and un-killable. 'Why did I have to be so cool...?'

lalapril 7: wisp

its a particularly boring time for a two year old in ishgard, so cherrypit being cherrypit decides to make his own fun.

There were a lot of things Cherrypit loved. Some of these wonderful things included his sister, his brand-new friends, chocolate cake, all sorts of sweets and playing with his toys.

If he had access to any one of these Cherrypit would be more than content to weather anything that stood in his way!

At first Cherrypit had been excited to be in Ishgard. It was somewhere new! With lots of things to see and bite! Even better was that those scary people that separated him from Babycorn were nowhere to be seen.

Something about the color blue still made him a little nervous though. 

But as time went on and the longer they stayed in Ishgard, the more Cherrypit started to wonder when they were going to go home.

He really missed the room he shared with his sister and everyone else at the mansion. 

Not only that, because they had gone to Ishgard in such a hurry he hadn’t been able to bring any of his toys. Or any of his favorite things, like that rock he liked to chew on.

Cherrypit just really really wanted to go home. 

Unfortunately for him, it was starting to look like that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Even worse, he just happened to re-discover that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the cold.

Or of people staring at him.

Or sitting around doing absolutely nothing.

Also olives. 

Then something something waiting around for the weather to clear up so they could go investigate the western highlands or whatever.

A certain little somebody hadn’t really been listening at the time. Getting his hands on a piece of loose cloth hanging from one of the Ishgardian chocobos was way more important than whatever boring stuff people bigger than him were saying. 

Now here he was, sitting alone and bored in Fortemps Manor. 

Well, he wasn’t entirely alone but it sure felt like it. 

While everyone else was off doing their own things he was stuck here because his sister slipped on an ice cube and knocked herself out.

Of course because both siblings couldn’t be separated without dire consequences that meant Cherrypit was spending the afternoon alone and trying to think of something fun to do. 

“Bored! Bored!” Cherrypit loudly exclaimed. 

Desperate, he had tried asking one of the house servants if any of them had any paper and crayons he could use. Thankfully, even underneath all of his baby babble one of them had been able to understand him. “Here you are young master Cherrypit.” He handed Cherrypit a stack of paper and a brand new set of crayons, newly bought. 

Cherrypit might not have realized but everyone in that mansion loved him to bits and quite frankly would do anything for him. A sentiment that would echo to most everyone that had the misfortune of meeting him. 

Cherrypit watched as the servant placed the stack of papers in front of him alongside the crayons. “Ooooh!” Now they were getting somewhere! There were so many cool things that Cherrypit could draw! Like his new friends or the cool things he’d seen! 

“Thank! Thank! You!” He ran up to the servant and hugged his leg. Normally he would have done his usual way of hugging people but Babycorn nicely asked him to tone that down a bit.

At least while they were in Ishgard. Cherrypit didn’t understand why but if his sister asked him to do something, he would. 

“Ah-! You’re very welcome young master Cherrypit!” He was so so cute. Perhaps the babiest baby to ever be a baby. 

Now left to his own devices, Cherrypit began to draw. 

First thing he decided to draw was his impression of the city itself. It was all full of tall buildings! So tall that sometimes Cherrypit would fall over trying to see the very top of them. The same thing would happen in Limsa Lominsa and Babycorn so far has had to stop him from falling off into the ocean more than once. 

Cherrypit grabbed a grey crayon and got to work. He had to remember to draw himself, Bebe and all his friends too!

Sometimes being an artist was so much work.

...Maybe next he would draw a big cool dragon! 

But first thing was first, with some of the buildings done Cherrypit looked over to where his sister was sleeping. Just so he could draw her perfectly. 

The knights placed her on one of the couches next to the fireplace and covered her with a really cozy looking blanket. She hadn’t moved at all since the last two hours, besides tossing and turning around.

“Bebe…” Cherrypit had tried to wake her up but to no avail. 

Instead he decided to move his attention to the fireplace. He liked the fireplace, it made things feel a lot warmer and nicer. Like how he felt when someone was giving him a really tight hug.

The kind of hug that Cherrypit wished could last forever. 

He also wished he could just get a little closer. “Faiaa…!” Standing in between him and the flames were a pair of thin steel bars. Probably specifically designed to stop these sorts of situations from happening.

“Way! Way!” That was Cherrypit’s way of telling the bars to kindly get out of his way. 

Cherrypit placed his hands on the bars and rattled them a little. They were just a little warm but that wasn’t saying much. This would all be way easier if he could just rip the bars off and be done with it, but then Babycorn would be mad at him for using his full strength. 

“Hmpph!” Cherrypit puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms, annoyed at the whole situation. That’s when-all of a sudden he had a great idea. He placed his hand on top of a white crayon and carefully grabbed it. “Whiiiee!” He was slowly but surely starting to learn the names of colors too. 

With white crayon in hand Cherrypit carefully maneuvered it between the steel bars separating him from the fire. His little hands were able to wiggle the crayon next to fire by just a bit.

There was really no logic or reason Cherrypit was doing this. If there was a reason it would probably just be something along the lines of because he felt like it. 

Just then, Cherrypit saw something. “Woa!” It was a tiny flame, sitting on top of the tip of his white crayon. He pulled it back towards him and admired the fire he was holding now so close to him. It was so bright and warm and moved in all sorts of funny ways!

Cherrypit giggled as he moved the flaming crayon from one side to another, watching as the fire chased the crayon wherever it went. “Prettyyy!” It was like magic. The kind of magic he would see his friends cast. While Cherrypit could cast his own, most of it just tended to, well, explode. 

Then, all of a sudden, Cherrypit heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. “Cherrypit? What do you have there?” This was a voice Cherrypit recognized. Once he looked up a big smile crossed his face, because he knew who this was!

It was his new friend Haurchefant! Or as Cherrypit referred to him as; Horsey. 

Alongside him, or rather behind him, were a rather large group of knights looking at Cherrypit with a myriad of very worried stares. “Cherrypit? Could I see what you’re holding there?” Haurchefant gently held his hand towards Cherrypit. 

Cherrypit looked up at Haurchefant and then at the crayon in his hand and then back up at Haurchefant. There was a plan brewing in his tiny little head.

With a mischievous little smile Cherrypit looked all the knights dead in the eyes and stuffed the flaming crayon into his mouth. 

Haurchefant slowly brought his hand closer to himself, cupping his chin. “Well that's unexpected.” To his credit, he was reacting fairly well at the sight of seeing a two-year-old ingest a crayon that was on fire.

Perhaps it was because he already spent some time with Cherrypit before their stay in Ishgard?

There weren’t many that believed him when he told them about how he had seen Cherrypit simply float out from Witchdrop.

On the other hand, the other two to three knights were showing the proper reactions when faced with something like this. 

“We’ve killed him!!” One of the knights proclaimed. The other two probably did the reasonable thing and went to go fetch someone who could help. Some sort of nurse maybe? That would work.

It was at times like these Haurchefant could do nothing but laugh, “Oh, Cherrypit.” Both siblings certainly had their quirks. If they could even be called that.

Well, regardless it was starting to look like he was going to keep learning about them the hard way. 

Haurchefant knelt down, crossing his legs and taking a seat next to Cherrypit. “Do you like it when people worry about you?” It was hard to blame the little guy. He went ahead and gave Cherrypit a little poke on the cheek. Haurchefant couldn’t help but smile hearing Cherrypit’s little giggle. 

His skin was still ice cold which might be a good sign?? He honestly wasn’t sure. 

Cherrypit decided to save Haurchefant the suspense. Of course he decided to do this by burping out a tiny wisp of fire. “Bah!” The crayon was nowhere to be seen but the flame that he spat out floated gently in the air above him. 

Haurchefant stared in silence as the small ball of flame slowly began to fall to the floor. 

Its epic journey was interrupted when Cherrypit placed his hands under it, the flame landed on his hands like it was nothing. Cherrypit smiled, staring at the glowing fire. “Look!” He held it up as high as he could so Haurchefant could see too! 

Just like Cherrypit, Haurchefant could do nothing but stare for a while. “That’s…Incredible…” He watched as the flame rolled around Cherrypit’s palms. Even sitting as close as he was, Haurchfant could feel no heat coming off of it. 

That didn’t sound right.

“Cherrypit?” Haurchefant asked, “Isn’t it burning your hands?” It had to at least feel a little warm. Maybe like running your hands under warm water? 

The best way to find out something is to try it yourself. That’s what Cherrypit figured when he decided to walk towards Haurchefant with his hands out. “Here!” It was clear what Cherrypit wanted his friend to do.

Not wanting to let Cherrypit down, Haurchefant accepted his offer and held out his hands. “Would it be okay for me to hold it?” It couldn’t hurt to ask. Predictably Cherrypit nodded, quite fast. 

Then before Haurchefant knew it Cherrypit dropped the fire right into his open palms.

Haurchefant flinched, purely on instinct. “By the fury…” His hands were larger than Cherrypit’s so he was able to hold the fire in one hand. He opened and closed his palm around the fire, expecting it to be warm.

The sensation was very strange, to say the least. There was almost no heat. Just enough of it to drive away the cold. Which would be very handy if you lived somewhere plagued with eternal winter. 

Now just a bit comfortable with the fire Haurchefant bounced it up into the air. It felt like he was holding a marble more than a piece of literal fire. He was curious. “Are you doing this?” He had taken note of Cherrypit staring at him the whole time, moving his head alongside the fire.

Cherrypit nodded, with a great big smile. He clapped loudly and giggled. “Happy!” He was so excited that someone recognized his efforts! 

With a tiny flick of his hand he sent the fire zipping straight up. The force from the ascent blew Haurchefant’s hair back. “Cherrypit?! What are you-?!” He ducked to avoid the incoming fireball now flying all over the room. 

Cherrypit was giggling like crazy, some might even call it maniacal. “Fly! Fly!” Wherever he pointed his finger that’s where the fire would fly to.

The fire began to ricochet all over everything. The walls, the lounge seats, the ceiling and basically everything Cherrypit could see.

And just like before, Haurchefant knew exactly what Cherrypit was playing at. “Alright. So it’s like that then…” He assumed a stance that looked similar to one he would take in battle. With an imaginary sword in hand, Haurchefant scanned the room around him.

There was a flash of light far from him, and then suddenly another! But now at arm’s length. “There you are!” Haurchefant swung his sword at where he knew the fire would be.

Cherrypit of course was not going to make this easy for him. “hehe” At the last second he had moved the fire backwards. 

There was a sense of pride welling up inside him. “Well played Cherrypit.” It was now clearer to him than ever that Cherrypit wasn’t someone to underestimate. Even for his age.

Cherrypit was really happy too! It was always really nice to find a new playmate! “Play!” Similar to his sister, all Cherrypit really wanted more in the world was more people to love.

“Again!” Cherrypit held up his pointer finger. “One!” Additionally to learning colors he was also slowly learning numbers. This was his way of telling Haurchefant he only had one more try.

A challenge Haurchefant welcomed. “Then give me your best shot.” And Cherrypit would be sure to deliver. 

At some specific point in time there had been enough commotion that Babycorn finally began to stir. “Huh…?” She rubbed the sleepy out of her eyes and tried to ignore the throbbing pain at the back of her head. 

Once her vision cleared Babycorn could see Haurchefant standing near her brother. Not an odd sight but still a little strange. “Horsie…?” Cherrypit’s nickname for him had grown on her.

At last the entire scene was visible to sweet Babycorn Corn.

Her brother was clinging onto Haurchefant’s arm, his face buried deep in his armor. It personally didn’t look very comfortable to her but if Cherrypit was fast asleep then it was probably comfier than it looked.

Another shock came im the form of a piece of Haurchefant’s hair. A part of it was glowing orange. Contrasting his light blue hair by a lot.

None of that seemed to matter to him though, because as soon as he noticed Babycorn was awake he smiled from ear to ear. “Babycorn!!” Haurchefant rushed over and embraced Babycorn in a tight hug. An act of kindness she was still not very used to.

Babycorn made a sound that sounded eerily similar to a creaking wheel while she was rendered completely frozen. “errrrrrrrrrr” Something along those lines.

“I’m glad you’re up and about again!” He couldn’t help but worry. Even when every single one of Babycorn’s companions assured him this happened literally all the time.

Haurchefant released Babycorn from her psychological prison of her own making and gave her a pat on the head. Using the same arm Cherrypit was sleeping on. 

Babycorn closed her eyes as Haurchefant fluffed her hair around. Her own issues aside, there were a bunch of questions floating around her head. 

But first things first. “Is Cherrypit okay?” Not that she was worried about people she trusted hurting him but…something along those lines had already happened, who's to say it wouldn't happen again?

Haurchefant moved his arm over for Babycorn to get a better look at her brother. He was snoozing away, without a care in the world. “He went and tired himself out while we were playing. I offered to take him somewhere to rest and well...” Dear Cherrypit had just latched on and didn’t let go.

Well now there were more questions. “...huh?” What the heck were he and Haurchefant playing that tired Cherrypit out?! If she knew anything about her little brother it was that his energy was basically endless. 

To the point where Cherrypit rarely, if ever, slept.

…Then again it was just nice for her to hear that Cherrypit had a fun time. Everything else didn’t really matter to her.

“Okay…Then what’s with the glowing hair?”

It was a little worrying for her to see.

That question caught Haurchefant completely off guard because he hadn’t even realized something was up there. It happened right after he caught the fire in between his hands.

Some of it must have landed on his head. Somehow. 

“Ah. Well.”

Where to even begin?

[windupnamazu]

walking around on those—what do you call 'em?

ffxivwrite2023 #18: fish out of water a person away from their usual environment or activities.

Lunya/G'raha and @hqmillioncorn's Cherrypit and Babycorn. Aquarium AU. 740wc. ⮞ Up where they walk, up where they run, up where they're just trying to leave their workplace so they can go on a date but you're like six and too cute to ignore—

G'raha pushed himself off the wall outside the staff room entrance when Lunya emerged, her still-damp hair deftly pulled into a high ponytail and glowing with the satisfaction of a good day at work. He waited until she finished rummaging through her purse before he spoke up.

"Great work today, Lunya," he said, unable and unwilling to disguise his affection for her in his voice, and when Lunya's head snapped up he was nearly blinded by her sunbright smile beneath the aquarium lights.

"Raha!" she exclaimed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear in an uncharacteristic but all-too-endearingly shy move. "Hehe, ready to—hm?"

Lunya glanced behind her. There was a Lalafellin boy who couldn't be more than six or seven years old tugging at her sleeve, blue eyes practically sparkling as he peered up at her.

"Miss Mermaid," the little boy said in awe.

"Oh!" Lunya gasped in delight and G'raha felt his knees go weak. She placed her index finger to her lips and shushed the child. "You can't tell anyone! It's a secret that I have a human form!"

"Oh!" the boy echoed excitedly, miming her gesture. "Secret! Okay!"

Bending her knees slightly so she was at eye level with him, Lunya asked, "What's your name, sweetheart? Where's your adult?"

"I'm Cherry!" Cherry said proudly, and then he looked around. "Um… Bebe…" He turned and pointed down the hall. "Gift shop! Bebe's in the gift shop!"

Lunya looked up at G'raha with a sheepish smile that was so bleeding cute that if there wasn't a grade-schooler clinging to her he probably could have kissed her then and there. "Do you mind?"

Swallowing his adoration, he shook his head. "Of course not, Miss Mermaid." He ahem'd and raised his voice. "Come along, Sir Cherrypit," he said boldly. "We must set out on a quest to find your Bebe!"

Cherrypit squealed with joy, clapping even as he said, "Who're you, mister?"

"Do you know the story of the Little Mermaid?" he asked. When Cherry bobbed his head, ponytail bobbing with him, G'raha grinned. "I'm the Human Prince who the Mermaid gave up her tail for."

The little boy gasped. Unable to contain his glee he bounced up and down while still attached to Lunya's arm, his light-up sneakers going absolutely wild.

"Raha," Lunya sighed, cheeks tinged pink, but she didn't actually protest and it only made G'raha's grin grow further. "Very well, my prince—let's return this little fish to his school together." She took one step forward and nearly tripped, grabbing G'raha's arm as she stumbled, but instead of panicking like he almost did she simply looked back and winked at Cherry. "Ah, sorry!" she said with a giggle as he looked at her with wide eyes. "I'm still getting used to having legs!"

Taking one of Cherry's little hands in her own 'for support', the three of them navigated through the aquarium to the gift shop. There they found a Lalafellin girl around Lunya's age pacing back and forth by the plushies, looking under every table and digging through piles of plush dolphins and penguins and sea lions.

"Bebe!" Cherry called.

"Cherry!" the girl wailed when she saw them, dropping a plush urchin back onto its display to dash over to them. "You can't just wander away like that! What if something bad happened?! What if a fish ate you?!?! What would I tell Mama and Papa?!?!?!"

G'raha had a feeling that it would be very hard to argue with this girl about it being difficult to get eaten by a fish in the Waking Sands Aquarium, so he wisely kept quiet as Cherry comfortingly patted his sister's hand.

"I won't do it again! Look, I found Lady Miss Mermaid and her Human Prince!"

"Woah, that's amazing, Cherry! We really liked your show!" 'Bebe' gushed before she looked down and squinted skeptically at Lunya's legs. "You're definitely not half-fish right now, though, right..?"

"I'm most definitely human right now," Lunya said amusedly, winking at Cherry. "But you promise to keep my secret, right, Cherry?"

"Yeah!" Cherry cheered. "Thanks for saving me, Miss Mermaid, Mister Prince!"

As the two siblings waved goodbye, Lunya looked up at G'raha.

"Shall we go for dinner now, Mister Prince?" she asked teasingly.

"Of course, Miss Mermaid," G'raha said with a wide smile, taking her hand in his own as they left the aquarium together. "Probably not sushi tonight, though."

"Heh, probably not!"

[cherrypit-art]

During my scheming, I doodled a sort of pony shape for my Hypothetical G6. I liked the drawing so I turned it into a base because uh... Yeah why not.

It's a PNG, made using MS Paint. Classic base-making like from Back In The Day. It might not be perfect but like it should work for the most part lmao UPDATE: you can find this base (and my Halloween Pony Base) on Imgur! https://imgur.com/a/f2u-mlp-bases-vnR2rN1

Completely free to use, if you choose to post your base edit anywhere please credit me somewhere on the post. You can remove the signature when you go to edit the base that's cool.

If you plan on editing the base directly, I suggest also using MS Paint. It's also ok if you wanna like trace it or something in another program instead, just be sure to credit me for the base still.

Feel free to let me know if it doesn't work or something, i'll figure it out

More stuff below!

So I recognize that this sort of "style" here leans heavily into G4. That's what I'm used to drawing but my thought process for a fanmade G6 was that it would be 2d so like, there can be some similarities.

I have a Brain Dump about how I'd imagine a G6 to go and maybe i'll share it when it has enough Meat on its bones. for now i'm just drawing ponies.

Here's the doodle that I made the base from!

yeah it's on a whiteboard what of it.

I've literally been doodling a redesign for Sunny Starscout these past few days and now I'm seeing so much stuff about scrapped/possible mlp g6s??? Makes me wanna take matters into my own hooves hands......

[moondustmanwise]

Finished this base edit of my girl Skylight! Base I used is https://imgur.com/a/f2u-mlp-bases-vnR2rN1 made by @cherrypit-art

[beefstockenjoyer]

STOP PUTTING IXOL IN SUITS HES A DERANGED MAN AND PROBABLY SNIFFED UP CRUSHED CHERRYPITS

[purplepinetree]

Prince Cherrypit and Baldewin

[somnonia]

For Dr. ??? Well, hey there mysterious individual! You look like quite the hottie if I do say so myself 👀

so who exactly are you???

[ He stares, His eyes narrowing at the camera as he reads whats on the paper in his hands. ] [ ` …One i have a husband… And two, You may call me Dr. Cherrypit, I work for the Firefly Sun Project though ive been getting passed around like a hot potato recently to different stations throughout the county… ` ]

[ao3feed-roninwarriors]

In Which the Serpent and the Queen

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7zMarD9

by cherrypitted

BOS challenge 2023 for the YST discord feat naazyura because why not?

Words: 866, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers | Ronin Warriors

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Naaza | Sekhmet (Yoroiden Samurai Troopers), Kayura (Yoroiden Samurai Troopers)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7zMarD9

[todaydailydaily-blog]

#saturday #penandink #ink #illustration #inkdrawing #handlettering #dailyart #calendar #dailyart #dailydaily #Washington #cherrytree #georgewashington #cherries #cherrypit #cherrypitspittingday https://www.instagram.com/p/BzlTsYrhRLK/?igshid=1o4w3yszrzzbd

[hqmillioncorn]

does every puzzle truly have an answer? Or am I just stupid?

With her bus fair taken care of Babycorn made her way to her preferred bus seat and sat down. She hummed a little song to herself and placed her book bag on her lap. Her favorite seat by the way was close to the middle of the bus and near the windows. Babycorn looked down at her phone and noted the time. Just past six. "Tilika doesn't get back until nine so I think I should be good!" If there was anything she knew about her cousin/now legal guardian it was that she didn't like it when either sibling went out into the city too late. Which frankly was ridiculous! Babycorn knew she could take care of herself! Not counting the time she fell asleep on the train she had only gotten lost thirteen times in her life! Which was way less than twenty-four! Which was also the age she was. That meant that she couldn't have gotten lost that much! Not even once ever year! It made sense in her head. Which is probably why she was making this trip in the first place.

lalapril 2025 day 1: Problem

with @windupnamazu 's butter

modern au! of some sort

in babycorns continuing quest to experience so many things in the world she has run into quite a predicament one that might involve numbers!!! something shes not very good at so she must ask for the help of one intrepid and smart bunny boy

Babycorn was totally locked in.

There was nothing else on her mind but the problem in front of her face.

The slinky she had been tangled up in just a few minutes ago? Nothing but a childish game from her past. She had grown in the last ten minutes since she stopped playing with it. 

The numbers in front of her were slowly, and predictably, becoming a jumbled mess that Babycorn could barely decipher now. She let out a grumble of frustration and bit down on the end of her pen. 

At this point Babycorn was at her wits end. “Cherry! I can’t figure this ooooouuuut!!” Babycorn wailed in despair right before slamming her head on the desk in front of her. “It’s too haaaardddd…”

Meanwhile, her beloved brother was down the hall in his own room. Allegedly, in his own words, studying his ass off. Even though that should have been the case it was sort of hard to concentrate on anything when his sister kept crying out for help every five minutes.

Cherrypit let out a little hum and twirled a piece of his hair between his fingers. “Why don’t you just cheat?” He yelled down the hall to her.

Then as he looked back down at his own math homework he very predictably heard the distinct sound of a pair of steps running down the hall towards him. 

Thinking it was time for a break anyway Cherrypit swiveled his chair towards the hall and waited to see if Babycorn would trip into his room or somehow spin around and slam her face into the door to his room.

The latter turned out to be the case as Babycorn crashed right into Cherrypit’s open door. 

The crash of her forehead against wood echoed through the semi-empty home. “Owwy…” Babycorn slumped onto the ground and covered her brand new forehead bump with her hands. 

In just a second flat Cherrypit had already opened one of the drawers of his desk, the one filled with various first-aid supplies and pulled out the biggest bandage he could. “Hold on. Here…” Cherrypit gently placed the bandage on Babycorn’s forehead and gave it a pat.

“Remember what Tilika said about running around the house?” 

Babycorn hesitated to answer. “...to not to. Cause I might trip and fall…” 

There was a reason why the house was covered with markings where it looked like someone had taken a battering ram and gone to town on it. 

“But this is super duper important!!” Babycorn sprung to her feet and stomped them around. “I needed to tell you I can’t cheat!!” 

Cherrypit decided to skip over asking why she had to run to his room to tell him this and instead moved onto his next question. “Is it because you’re not good at cheating?” He wondered. If Cherrypit knew anything about his sister it was that she was not very good at lying. 

There was always the very obvious tell of her telling you flat out that she was lying right to your face.

It always made planning surprises a huge pain. 

“What do you mean!? I’m great at lying!” Babycorn puffed her cheeks out and extended her hand out to help her brother up. “But that’s not the point here! The point is I can’t cheat because the professor would be really disappointed in me!!” Her huge bug eyes shimmered with tears over an imaginary scenario she was making up in her head. 

As Cherrypit stood back up he looked Babycorn right in the eyes and sighed. “I realllyyyy don’t think he would notice.” For many reasons he felt didn’t need explaining. 

“But you just said I’m bad at lying!!” Babycorn cried. Though in the next instant she perked up and grinned, eyes shimmering once again. “Does this mean you actually think I’m goated at lying?!”

“No that’s not why!” Cherrypit frowned and shook his head. “And stop saying that.” It just sounded so uncool coming from his sister’s mouth. 

Coming to terms with the fact that she had hit a roadblock on her joruney so far Babycorn quickly changed her attention to reading one of the mangas on Cherrypit’s bookshelf.

It looked like Cherrypit’s small break was over and life itself was telling him to get back to work on his algebra homework. Something he really didn’t feel like doing. 

With a groan he sat back up on his chair and turned to face the music. That being that he had no idea what he was doing. “Why don’t you wait for Tilika to get home from work? You always say she’s the smartest person you know.” That’s what Cherrypit was planning to do himself anyway so Babycorn could ask her whatever questions she had too. 

Babycorn looked surprised to hear Cherrypit’s idea. She set her book down and sat up on the floor. “Aww…Well I don’t wanna bother her!” She figured Tilika would be too tired to help and would rather just relax after work. 

“But you’ll bother me?!”

“Yeah!” Babycorn smiled, “You’re like the second smartest person I know Cherry! Of course you’d be able to help me! You just looked like you were really busy with your homework earlier so I didn’t want to say anything!”

Cherrypit didn’t know whether to cry over Babycorn thinking he was smart or to admit that he wasn’t really that busy with homework she could ask him anything please please please please-

Babycorn’s pom suddenly spiked up. “Oh!” It was the universal sign that she just had a brilliant idea! “Cherry I just realized I can ask the third most smartest person I know for help!!”

“...eh?” Cherrypit wasn’t aware that Babycorn even knew three people.

As far as he knew Babycorn didn’t talk to people. Not unless she really needed to. There was a reason as to why she was like this but Cherrypit didn’t remember the answer she had given him back then. “Did you meet someone new?” He couldn’t remember if Babycorn had talked about it or not.

Babycorn nodded, a grin on her face. “Yeah! Do you rember’ when I went with Tilika to her job cause I was feeling bad that day?”

It had been a while ago. “I think so…” Cherrypit recalled that on that day Babycorn refused to let Tilika go to her job at the university by herself because of a bad dream she had the night before. Ultimately Tilika decided to give in and take Babycorn with her just so she would feel better.

“So you talked with someone there?” Cherrypit paused, looking serious. “They were nice to you, right?” 

“They were all really nice!” 

“Oh! Okay!” Cherrypit smiled, mentally throwing aside a large rock. 

Babycorn ran back to her room and grabbed her things, including her book bag full of bandages and emergency supplies. Those were essential for her to bring anywhere. If she was going somewhere by herself at least.

She also couldn't forget the all so important problem that started this in the first place. Cherrypit was caught by surprise, “Wait-! You’re going now?! To the university?!” That’s what he could guess.

“Yuppers!” Babycorn put her shoes on and made her way to the front door. “I know where he lives already cause his cool friend gave me his address if I ever wanted to go on a dinner date there!"

Cherrypit felt like his eyes were spinning. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Someone asked you out on a date?! And I’m just finding this out now???” Did Tilika even know?! Did Babycorn just forget to tell everyone about this?

His suspicions were proven to be true when Babycorn giggled to herself. “Oppsie! I guess I forgot to tell you! It’s okay though he’s just a boy friend!” 

“...Please don’t say it like that when you tell Tilika.” 

With a little wave goodbye and a kiss on the cheek (that Cherrypit promptly wiped away) Babycorn opened the front door and stepped out. 

“Bye-Bye Cherry! I’ll be back soon! Love you to the stars and back!” 

Somewhere in an unspecified part of town Butter was at home doing things that he thought weren’t particularly interesting.

Standing near the stove waiting for water to boil was so boring that he feared he was close to falling asleep and missing dinner entirely.

Since Pancake was sleeping over at a friend's house it was just him for tonight. Maybe that meant he could skip dinner and just go to bed?

Nah, best not to go to bed with an empty stomach if he could help it. 

Butter eyed the ramen packet on the kitchen counter. He had chosen to make a quick meal to make things easier but now he was starting to wonder if he should have checked the fridge for leftovers first. 

Just as Butter leaned closer to the pot to check for any sign of bubbles, there was a knock at his door. “Hello?” He wasn’t expecting anyone over and if Pancake was going to come home early she would have called him ahead of time. 

Any further questions Butter could come up with were answered when he heard a yell behind the door. “Hello?! Super smart college student?! Are you in there!?” That voice sounded familiar. Not only that, for some reason just the sound of the voice was making Butter’s palms start sweating. 

That couldn’t be the cute girl that Butter had met on campus just a few days ago. Could it? 

“Your really awesome friend with the cool jacket told me you were home! Are you asleep?! Helloooo?!”

Yeah that was totally her. ‘Oleo....’ He wasn’t sure whether to thank his best friend or to strangle him later. “Coming! Yeah it’s me!”

Though Butter wasn’t sure about the super smart college student title. If you asked him he would just rate himself as averagely smart. 

Butter went ahead and opened the door (right after checking the peephole to make sure it was actually her) There was a whole greeting he had been rehearsing on the way to the door but he was soon interrupted by the strange girl yelling right into his face. “HELLO! NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” Her voice was so loud that several car alarms along the street began blaring out in the night. 

“...Hello.” Butter’s voice sounded so small compared to her’s. 

Babycorn swayed from side to side, a stupid little smile on her face. “Can I come in? I really need your help with something!” It looked like she was literally sparkling, her eyes filled with stars as she looked straight at Butter.

Maybe it was the streetlights outside but it also looked like her hair was literally glowing. 

“S-Sure…!” Butter managed to squeak out. Good thing Pancake wasn’t home because she would literally never let him live this down. Not after the day when she read his four page diary entry about this magical encounter he had with the funniest girl he’d ever met. 

Babycorn hopped in place. “Yippee!” She yelled as she skipped inside, kicking her one shoe off (she had lost the other one after almost falling into a sewer grate. Long story.) “Your house is so fancy!!” She remarked while staring at the full sized mirror hung up against the wall.

“By the way my name is Babycorn Meriala Corn Starsinger! Did you know that?”

“I do! You told me that when we first met!” 

“Oooooh…!” Babycorn couldn’t remember. “And you’re Butts right?” She asked as she chewed on one of her fingernails. 

Maybe to a normal person being called something like ‘Butts’ would upset them but Butter thought it was a little cute that she was just a little bit off. “That’s close but my name is Butter Veil!” Back then Oleo had made a joke about how both he and Babycorn must have been made for each other given their names but Butter had his doubts. 

“Nice to see you again then Butter!” 

Babycorn walked over to the couch and took a seat. She let out a yelp of surprise when she found herself sinking into the seat more than she thought she would. “Eek! The couch in my house is a lot harder!”

Despite all odds Babycorn managed to push herself up and find a stable seating position. 

That made sense. “Is it?” The possibilities of them having the same couches were incredibly slim. “Maybe one day I can go to your house and see what your couch is like!” Butter turned as still as a statue. WHAT HAD HE JUST SAID?!?!?!

“Okay! Sure!” Babycorn raised her arms up in a cheer. “Then I can show you my leaf collection too!” 

“O-Okay!” Butter managed to give her a weak thumbs-up. 

“Then it’s a date!”

Wait, what was that last part-?

Babycorn took her book bag and placed it on the couch with a hearty “Huwah!” It was somehow a lot heavier than it looked and yet light enough for someone like Babycorn to carry it around. “I ran into a really hard math problem and since you helped me find the cafeteria I thought you could help me!” The correlation was just so obvious. 

Just how much help Butter was going to be all depended on the difficulty of the math Babycorn was about to show him. “Well, uh. I can try!”

Surely it wouldn’t be like rocket science sort of stuff, right? 

“Awesome! Yay! Let me just find it!” 

Babycorn began to dig through her book bag.

As she dug deeper and deeper Butter noticed her throwing several things over her shoulder, “Nope not that! No, not that either!” From what Butter could parse currently there was a plush keychain of cat, a whole sandwich in plastic wrap, a beeper and a pack of organic strawberries. 

All of them currently strewn over the floor of his living room. And somehow there was still more flying over his head. 

Butter wondered if he should offer to lend a hand before his house was buried in miscellaneous objects. “A-Any luck…?” As a slinky was thrown between his ears Butter noticed Babycorn freeze, turning around to look at him. “Yeah I found it! I was just looking for the snacks I brought with me!” With that Babycorn went back to rummaging through her bag.

Butter smiled, there was just something about her. Something that was drawing him in. 

Maybe it was the cute little pom on her head? Or the adorable way she would double over in laughter at all his jokes?

But honestly, if Butter had to guess it was probably her kindness. 

It wasn’t obvious at first, not in the slightest, but Butter just knew that Babycorn wasn’t as cold as she appeared.

On the fateful day when no one dared to approach her. It made sense people avoided her, she would snap and hiss at anyone who even tried. 

It wasn’t until Butter made the honestly stupid decision of sitting down next to her. Oleo had tried everything to convince him to let it go. “What if she's got rabies dude?? You don't know??” Indeed, nobody really knew, not even Babycorn herself. 

As it turned out Babycorn was just really shy and was just worried over her little brother not texting her back after he got onto a bus.

Butter tried to assure her that he was probably fine. Her brother probably just hadn’t noticed her text or was too busy listening to music. “Sometimes that’s what Pancake does when I message her. So I understand!” Butter reassured her.

This seemed to work and Babycorn loosened up. She introduced herself to Butter and Oleo and explained that she was only here because her cousin worked here.

Not only did she tell him that but she also went ahead and told these two people she had never seen before her whole life story. 

Babycorn told them all about how she and Cherrypit had been orphaned at a young age. So it was up to her to primarily raise her younger brother. Up until someone clued in that a fifteen year old was living in a one room apartment with her five-year-old brother. 

It was something Butter felt he could relate to, in some aspects. 

Even more so when Babycorn’s brother finally texted her that he had arrived at the campus. She quickly got up, excused herself and ran over to where her brother said he was waiting. 

…But not before doubling back and asking where the cafeteria was. 

A little after that Butter happened to pass by the siblings while Babycorn was buying Cherrypit anything he pointed at inside of a vending machine. 

Butter’s reminiscing came to an end after a piece of garlic bread wrapped up in a napkin bounced off his head and landed in his hands. “Oh hey I was looking for that!” Babycorn grabbed the bread from his hands and took a bite out of it. Napkin and all.

“Woah sorry.” She waved her snack in front of Butter and with her mouth still full asked if he wanted some too. 

Butter politely declined her offer. “Thank you though! But I already got dinner-”

He froze. His boiling water. He.  had forgotten.

“I’ll be right back! Excuse me!!” It was like Babycorn blinked and Butter was there one moment and gone the next. 

“Okie dokie!” Babycorn wasn’t sure what was going on but she hoped he’d be back soon.

It was sorta lonely now. Hopefully he would be back soon. 

As Babycorn’s search continued her hand grazed something that felt familiar. “Wah!” This was it! Babycorn finally pulled out a strange square looking object from her bag.

“Lemme see. Hopefully it didn’t die on me.” She fiddled with the object in her hands for a few seconds before the screen lit up in front of her. “Ah-ha! I got it!” 

Turns out Butter had made it to his boiling pot of water in the nick of time. “I’m back…” Somehow he was out of breath. Probably more from the scare than the actual running.

As he made his way back to Babycorn, stepping over several assorted things on the way he finally got a clear view of what she had been searching for this entire time.

It just so happened to be a Nintendo 2DS, part of the Nintendo 3DS family of systems. 

Not entirely unexpected but still a little bit of a shock. “Video? Game?” Butter asked, hoping for more clarification from Babycorn. 

Babycorn tapped the seat next to her’s, seemingly calling Butter over so he could see with his own eyes.

Once Butter did sit down he could see the game Babycorn was running. “Is that? Professor Layton?” It was Curious Village, you know the one with the village and the curiosity.

Butter had played it before but never actually completed all the puzzles in it. 

Babycorn took out a stylus from one of her braids and started the game back up. “Yeah!” She kicked her legs excitedly back and forth, “My ex used to say I could never finish what I started but he’s wrong and I'm right!”

Clearly there were some unresolved feelings there. “So I’m finishing all the puzzles in this game!” 

For the uninformed, Curious Village has about 150 puzzles or so. Just a close approximation. So it was no easy feat to say the least.

“Well I think you can do it!” Butter cheered. It would probably take a long time but if Babycorn was determined to finish then of course she would!

“Thanks!” Babycorn flicked the end of one of her braids and smiled. “You already believe in me way more than my ex did.”

Surely that was a good sign.  

It took a bit for Babycorn to find the puzzle she needed help with but she eventually found it hiding in the town. “This is the one!” She turned it around for Butter to see the screen flash with Puzzle! 005. “I have to figure out how many times three or more of the same numbers this digital clock displays in a whole day! But I keep getting the answer wrong again and again!” It was getting really frustrating! 

Even more frustrating was the part where she had to restart the game over and over just to not lose any picarats. “You can help me, right?” Babycorn looked at Butter with her big pleading bug eyes. 

Butter looked down at the game and then back up at Babycorn and then the game. “Well of course we can!” Together they could do anything!! 

Where had that come from?? “And if you need any help with slide puzzles I can help with those too!” Those were actually the types of puzzles that Butter actually loved.

Though, they were probably going to be here a while. As this was one of the few puzzles Butter skipped over because he couldn’t figure it out.

[windupnamazu]

smells like sardine spirit!

ffxivwrite2023 #07: noisome having an extremely offensive smell.

Lunya, @hqmillioncorn's Babycorn and Cherrypit, and @perrytheplatyborg's Himbo Hooters. A Realm Reborn, flowrverse (shitpost flavour). 1155wc. ⮞ A little deodorant would go a long way, but I'm not sure you'd remember what that is either.

It was a normal day in the Lavender Beds. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Babycorn Corn was eating mud.

Just last week, «flowr»'s FC hall finally finished construction after a gruelling week of its members running around gathering as much gil as they could. The very last of it came from Lunya, who apparently squeezed an Ul'dahn merchant so dry she came back with not just his gil but the clothes he was wearing that day and the rights to his nextborn child, the contract of which she promptly set on fire. While the house was fully built, what it wasn't was furnished, and with no kitchen to dig through the cupboards of and unwilling to swallow her pride and ask anyone for lunch, Babycorn did what she did best: improvising food.

"Thish mud's pretty tashty," she told her baby brother between mouthfuls of the wet dirt. Cherry babbled a giggle out as he slapped his oversized sleeves to the ground, splashing their midday meal onto his face. "But itsh kinda hot today, ishn't it?"

It was an impressive 32 degrees Celsius, of which the Eorzean equivalent is unknown to me, reader, and remarkably humid. It had rained that morning and left the Shroud quite muggy.

As the siblings alternated between rolling around in the mud and eating it they didn't notice the hulking figure stumbling up the hill towards the cottage, water and mud dripping from his form with each tired step as he searched for sanctuary. As he reached the gate he teetered and fell straight through it and into the middle of Babycorn and Cherrypit's lunch with a huge splash.

"So… hungry…" he moaned into the mud with a horribly deep rumble of his stomach.

Babycorn's pom nearly flew off her head in alarm, kept on her head simply because it was weighed down only by the layer of mud he splashed on her.

"MONSTER?!" she shrieked, diving for Cherry and whisking them both out of their puddle.

Snapping into consciousness, the so-called monster straightened up and looked around in a panic, mud dripping from pearly white fangs. "MONSTER? WHERE?" the monster shouted, only to be hit once more by the sheer heat of the day and how dehydrated and hungry he was. His head hit the mud once more with an exhausted groan.

"Babagaga," Cherry said wisely from the safety of his sister's arms.

"Oh, not a monster?" Babycorn wondered, poking the not-monster with the toe of her boot. "...Do you think it's edible?"

Moments later Lunya rounded the corner carrying a tower of cardboard boxes taller than Vertical Height herself, which she promptly dropped upon seeing Babycorn about to take a bite out of some stinky and unconscious stranger. She started caterwauling, sprinting towards them at an impressive speed for a girl wearing stiletto boots on wet grass for some reason.

"BABYCORN CORN," Lunya howled, shaking a fist in the air, "PUT THAT THING DOWN, YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S BEEN!"

"Party pooper," muttered Babycorn, blowing her bangs out of her eyes as she dropped the arm of what upon closer look was a sopping wet catman. No, not the Miqo'te kind, but a larger, fuzzier variety.

Lunya came to a screeching stop next to them. The mudcatthing was snoring away, blowing bubbles into the mud in a way that would have been comical if it wasn't ruining some perfectly good food. She grimaced at its filthy appearance and the bizarre smell radiating off him. "What's a Hrothgar doing in our yard? And why does he smell like he dove through a fish market's post-closing garbage processing center?!"

"Beats me," huffed Babycorn, already uninterested since she wasn't allowed to eat the guy.

"He doesn't seem injured," Lunya said contemplatively. "Just… stinky." With a whirl of her pointer finger a hose came flying around the corner of the house followed by bottles of dog shampoo and conditioner. "If he has to lie unconscious in our yard he should at least have the decency to smell nice while doing it."

Babycorn hissed at the hose as it passed by, which Lunya thought was a nice bit of character development from the last time she had to bring the hose out and Babycorn tried to bite it. Setting the nozzle to 'angle', Lunya hit the Hrothgar with a blast of water.

"BWHHHHBWHWHBBRHHBWHWW," the Hrothgar spat, sitting upright in confusion as he was assaulted with each of the settings on Lunya's latest beloved acquisition from the Gridanian garden centre while she looked for the best one.

"Oh, you're alive!" Lunya said cheerily. "Cherry, do you wanna soap him up?"

"Sop, sop!" Cherry agreed. Or maybe he was saying soup. That was a bit more concerning. Either way, he took one of the floating bottles of dog shampoo and handed it to Babycorn, who uncapped it, handed it back to him, and took four steps back. There was no way she was going to get forcibly given a bath today, no sir!

Cherry promptly dumped half the bottle onto the Hrothgar's knee.

"Would you mind getting out of the mud for me?" Lunya asked the Hrothgar, who was only getting increasingly more confused by this bizarre turn of events. "It's kind of making the whole point of this moot."

"Uh, okay?" the Hrothgar said, and he got up and walked over to a clean patch of grass dripping dog shampoo and mud and water with Lunya and Cherrypit following behind.

"So, what's your story?" Lunya asked conversationally as she rinsed him down and revealed he was, in fact, really a Hrothgar. "Got drunk at the Mirror Planks and fell overboard and washed up here? Alcohol abuse is bad, you know. You got a name?"

"Ba!" echoed Cherry.

The Hrothgar stammered. "H… H… Something with an H…Hem… Him…?"

"Bo," Cherry said with a satisfied nod.

"Himbo?" Lunya wrinkled her nose. "Weird name. I mean, I guess we have a Vertical and a B'ig and a Babycorn, so it's not really that weird in the grand scheme of things—"

"My name is not weird!" Babycorn cried, stomping her boot in the mud and splashing more of it up her leg. "Your name is weird!"

"And you're getting a bath next," Lunya threatened, turning and pointing the hose at her. Babycorn screamed.

"I don't, um, really remember anything," 'Himbo' admitted over Babycorn's furious shrieks that no, no, no, you can't clean me! Na na na na na! I hope you trip and slide on a soap bar!!! "Who I am or where I came from or, uh, why I'm being given a bath. I just know that I'm hungry."

"Well, we can fix that last part, at least," said Lunya. "You wouldn't be the first amnesiac we've taken into our fold. How do burgers sound?"

"What's a burger?"

"Lunya," Babycorn gritted out from behind the tree she was now hiding behind, "this is dire."

[cherrypit-art]

Hello hello I'm Cherrypit

Very cool to be here with the intentions of actually being an art page even if this is like the nth platform I've moved to in order to actually post my art.

My old stomping grounds were DeviantArt (bltter-sweet), then Instagram (cherrypit_art), and because they both decided to totally suck over time, I'm here now! I'll probably upload some old stuff in the meantime to flesh the page out

When I posted on Instagram I would use the tag # cherrypit_art, and I plan on doing the same thing here. And like, I'll use other tags too

Want a quick overview? Take a peek at my StrawPage! You'll also be able to see the other platforms I'm on there :)

Things to know about me, if you'd like:

I'm a digital artist

I've been posting my art online for like, nearly 10 years at this point

I like to create lots of original characters

Some for fandom, some entirely original

I consider my art style to be Cartoony

My interests are pretty visible through the stuff I post probably

Like, through fanart and stuff mostly lmao

uh... that might be it for specifics actually idk

All I ask is that you DNI if you have any intentions of interacting with my work for fetish purposes!

(spending lots of time on DeviantArt will take its toll on you...)

let's get crazy deviantart stamps on the tumblr post

[ashleyetc]

Listen/purchase: Woah There Cowgirl, Hold Your Horses by Cherrypit

[madfoxhatter]

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[newtafterdark]

Don't mind me as I draw one of my two One Piece OCs from my early teenage years all grown up & also as a trans man, bc if I figured that out about myself since then, so did they.

PS: He goes by his birth name, but also loves it when people shorten their name to "Al".