#Cherrypit

[hqmillioncorn]

This could have been a Phone Call

���I am soooo sorry!!” Babycorn danced around in a panic, running around the platform they were standing on. “I-I didn’t mean to transform like that! It just happened and-! And-!” Her eyes were beginning to water.  “Babycorn it’s fine!!” Alisaie was the first to stand in her way, stopping Babycorn in her tracks. “The point is we won and because of you we won even faster than we normally would.” “Weally…?” Babycorn was crying now.  “R-Really…?” Alisaie turned around to her brother, silently asking him if he was seeing the same thing as her. When Alphinaud nodded, that's when she figured that she hadn’t hit her head too hard, she wasn’t seeing things.  Babycorn sniffled, “Okay…!” As long as no one thought she was a scary freak it was fine. Hopefully everyone would still want to be friends with her and not leave her alone forever. Babycorn Corn was absolutely normal with nothing wrong with her. …Except for maybe the pair of horns on her head and tail swishing behind her.

ffxiv write day 16: third-rate

dawntrail spoilers during the rite of successsion wuk lamat is called to answer a vitally important question

It had been strange, very strange. All of a sudden, right as Team Wuk Lamat had landed in Yak T'el, one of the members of Zoraal Ja’s group had come up to them and very nervously told Wuk Lamat that her eldest brother wanted to speak to her. Alone. 

Of course this request was met with a resounding agreement of ‘Um. No????’ Considering what had happened a few days ago with Bakool Ja Ja, the apprehension was understandable. 

Thankfully Wuk Lamat managed to convince the others to let her go. After all this was her brother she was meeting with. Yes, it was her one brother who on no condition was allowed to win the rite of succession otherwise an all out war would break out–but her brother nonetheless. 

It took a lot (A LOT) of persuading but eventually she was able to convince even Erenville to let her go. 

On one condition.

Another bug flew past Wuk Lamat, “Woah! That was a big one.” It must have been some kind of beetle. Whatever it was didn’t really matter for long because exactly one second later Cherrypit jumped up and caught the bug in his mouth. 

Wuk Lamat watched as he chewed up the bug. “How does that taste?” 

Cherrypit sat innocently on the ground as if he hadn’t done anything. “Bah!” He answered. 

“I see.” That hadn’t really answered her question. Oh well, time was of the essence and she had someone to see. She was surprised Zoraal Ja had even bothered reaching out to her. She couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander on what exactly he wanted with her. 

True to Zoraal Ja’s teammate's words, he was standing in the exact spot he had told her he would be waiting at. It looked like he had been waiting for quite a while, arms crossed and staring right at her. ‘How did he know I was coming this way?’ 

“Hey! Zoraal Ja! Here I am!” Wuk Lamat shouted, jumping up and down, waving her arms around. As if she wasn’t standing right in front of him. “And right on time–might I add.” 

“Hiiii!” Cherrypit cheered. He wanted to say hi too. 

Zoraal Ja walked closer and looked down, eyeing Cherrypit. “Abababab!” Cherrypit babbled. His white blank eyes reflected Zooral Ja’s reflection back at him. “I thought I said-” 

“Yeah, yeah. Come alone. I heard. But…” Wuk Lamat sighed, shaking her head. It was a little embarrassing to admit after all. “Turns out when you get kidnapped the group you’re traveling with decides together to assign you a bodyguard…”

Zoraal Ja was silent. Staring at Cherrypit and then at Wuk Lamat and then back at Cherrypit again then at the baby leash he was wearing being held by his sister. 

“Hey he’s tougher than he looks okay?!”

Both siblings looked down to see Cherrypit currently chewing on the leash tying him to Wuk Lamat’s side. Cherrypit looked up and smiled, a swab of drool dripping down his mouth onto his shirt. 

None present would have ever guessed Cherrypit currently had a kill count in the triple digits. 

“Right. I need to ask you something.”

Ah so he was just going to cut straight to the point. That was expected. “Abouuuut?” Wuk Lamat had a few guesses about what this was about. “If this is about the rite of succession then you should have asked Koana.” He probably knew more about it then her anyway… 

“No. It’s not.” Zoraal Ja for once looked like he was hesitating, “It’s a question I can only ask you.”

“R-Really?! You’re serious?!” This had to be a hell of a question then if neither of her brothers could answer it. A surge of confidence overtook Wuk Lamat, suddenly she was really pumped up to answer whatever question Zoraal Ja had for her. “Okay then! Let me have it! What’s your question hermano?!”

“The one you’re traveling with. Babycorn. Is she together with anyone?” 

“What.”

Even Cherrypit was confused to hear his sister’s name come up. 

“What kind of question is THAT?!” Of course only she would be able to answer that! Babycorn was on her team, traveling with her. Babycorn hadn’t spent much time with either of her brothers as far as she knew. Then again there was that short amount of time Babycorn talked with Koana. Apparently. 

But still-! “Why are you asking me that?!” What reason would Zoraal Ja have to…

“Oh…Oooooh!!” The dots were coming together. The way that Zoraal Ja had left so quickly after defeating Valigarmanda, how far away he stood from their group, the way he seemed to instantly teleport to the opposite side of the room when Babycorn walked up to him.

“Oooooh my god do you like her??!!!” 

Zoraal Ja let out a grunt that Wuk Lamat knew meant something like ‘Not so loud’ 

Despite this, Wuk Lamat cackled louder than ever. Cherrypit wasn’t sure what was going on but he wanted to laugh too. “Ha! Ha! Ha!” He wiggled his legs around and swayed from side to side. Clearly having the time of his life sitting in the dirt. 

Wuk Lamat took a deep breath, trying to calm down after her fit of laughter. “Well first of all–congrats she’s single.” She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, “Is this because she jumped on you while she looked like that?” What Wuk Lamat was referring to was a form that Babycorn took by complete accident. 

While in this form Babycorn was almost twice her size, a pair of horns on her head and a tail swinging behind her. Not to mention the sharp teeth that Wuk Lamat had personally seen easily tearing a monster apart. 

It was probably best to not mention that to Zoraal Ja right now. Maybe later.

The way Zoraal Ja didn’t bother to look at her was the confirmation she needed. Her brother unfortunately had a crush on one of the worst people he could have gotten. “Sorry but I think you have your work cut out for you.” 

“Explain.” 

Wuk Lamat shrugged, “The second we landed in Tuliyollal someone came up to her and asked her out on a date!” During her tour of the city Wuk Lamat ended up having to cut through areas she knew hardly had any people in it just so they could walk more than five steps without someone stopping Babycorn to offer her flowers and chocolates. “Then they tell me that this happens to her almost everyday! Sorry but you've got a lot of competition out there.” 

As Zoraal Ja considered whether or not it would be a smarter move to violently cut down his apparent competition now or simply give more gifts than them, Wuk Lamat continued to talk.

“Plus there’s Butter too.” He might be the single most threatening person for anyone trying to win Babycorn’s heart.  Even Wuk Lamat could see something going on there. From the way they held hands almost everywhere to Babycorn constantly asking Butter if he was okay. 

“Who? What?”

“You know…?” Wuk Lamat put her hands on her head to imitate a pair of shetona ears. “The shetona boy? The small one? Spiky hair? Always has a smile on his face?” 

None of that was ringing a bell for him. 

“Don’t tell me you haven’t been paying attention to any members of my team?!”

The deafening sound of Zoraal Ja’s silence told Wuk Lamat everything she needed to know. 

“Aw what?!” Her disappointment was immeasurable. “We’re competing with each other! Don’t tell me you’re not even paying attention to the people helping me?!” Was Zoraal Ja even taking her seriously? She expected something like this but somehow it still really stung. 

“The people helping you are of no interest to me.”

Wuk Lamat exchanged a glance with Cherrypit. She turned her back and pointed back at her brother with a look that she hoped he would understand as her saying something like ‘Can you believe this guy Cherry?’ It was probably better if she skipped asking whether this was because Zoraal Ja didn’t see them as a threat in the competition. 

Nonetheless, she didn’t see her brother getting very far in the very real gauntlet of getting a date with Babycorn. 

“Far be it from me to offer romantic advice but maybe you could start by talking to her?” As far as Wuk Lamat could remember her brother and Babycorn had never even exchanged a single word with each other. 

“I did talk to her.”

“Destroying our path and telling us we needed to find another way in Worqor Zormor doesn’t count.” 

Zoraal Ja crossed his arms and looked away again. It counted for him. 

“Besides even if you do count it–that’s only once you’ve talked with her.” All the couples she knew definitely talked more than once. And if Zoraal Ja couldn’t even work up the nerve to talk with Babycorn, then his chance was over before it even started. “Have I mentioned that Butter is also a viper? That’s direct competition.” 

That just seemed to make him madder. Or more determined? Wuk Lamat couldn’t tell the difference lately. Hopefully she hadn’t just put Butter’s life in mortal danger. 

“For the record I am on your side one hundred percent Zoraal Ja!” Having Babycorn as a sister-in-law sounded like the coolest thing ever. “If you want me to put in a good word for you I will! You just need to ask!” Probably after the rite of succession though. 

Wuk Lamat guessed that maybe Babycorn wouldn’t believe her saying those sorts of things while directly competing with her brother. 

“I don’t need you to do that.”

“...Then why even ask for my help?” 

“I just needed you to answer one question. That’s all.”

“Figures.” Wuk Lamat looked down at Cherrypit, still happily sitting down and babbling some made up baby language to himself. He looked up at her and smiled, “Wuka! Wukla!” He wiggled his fingers towards her. It was pretty clear he wanted her to pick him up. 

There was no way Wuk Lamat could stay mad looking at something so cute. She could get mad later though. “Come here then!” She stretched her arms out and let Cherrypit jump into them. Enough time had passed that she was finally getting acclimated to both Starsinger’s weird behavior. 

“You know even if you don’t ask for it–I’ll still help you out.” By now Zoraal Ja had already begun to walk away, only stopping for a second to hear whatever Wuk Lamat had left to say. “I gotta say though it’s a pretty bold move to admit your crush in front of Babycorn’s brother.” 

“What.” 

Zoraal Ja quickly turned around, looking straight at Cherrypit. “Hiii!” Cherrypit could tell he was being stared at. He waved back at Zoraal Ja with both his hands. 

“Did you-Did you not-? Did you not know??” 

Wuk Lamat’s answer came in the form of Zoraal Ja walking away from them faster than he’d been walking before. “Ah-!?” In the blink of an eye he was long gone. Which also gave him a head start to find the next elector. Damn it. 

“You can’t walk away from your problems forever Zoraal Jaaaa!”

[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!"

[curvyelf-moved]

this weekend if i can tear myself away from re4 i think i’ll work on setting up a carrd/oc directory finally. if anyone has any tips lemme know!!! 🫶🏻

[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]

I cannot bear to see you fall

Babycorn stopped dead in her tracks with a scream, falling backwards into a pile of leaves.  “Woah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” The strange miqo'te that had caught Babycorn by surprise leapt from the trees and landed right in front of her. “Here! Let me help you up!” He held his hand out and pulled Babycorn back up onto her two feet. “My name’s G’nash by the way! Nice to meet you!”  Babycorn was still a little stunned, too stunned to speak.  Uninterrupted, G’nash continued to speak. “Sorry about scaring you again! It’s just…” He nervously tugged on his singular sleeve. “You probably don’t want to go that way. Some of the people over there can be really mean.”  “What do you mean?” Babycorn finally managed to ask. “Just…” G’nash hesitated for a second. “I mean I wouldn’t go over there. Unless I didn’t have a choice or something…”

ffxiv write day 3: Tempest

in a way theres a lot cherrypit doesnt understand about the world more than babycorn doesnt understand. hes still growing after all.

At the same time theres also things he can see that other people cant.

Cherrypit noticed a change in his sister almost immediately.

It’s a little hard to spend your entire life (and semi-afterlife) with someone and not notice these sorts of things. 

Being as young as he was, his attention to small details wasn’t the greatest. If he had to guess when this all started it would have to be sometime during their second trip to Gridania. At the time he had been distracted by a cool looking table he was thinking about biting. “Yummy…” He babbled to himself. 

The sound of his sister raising her voice was enough to make him jump on top of the table in surprise.

When he looked towards her voice he saw her talking with another tall person he didn’t know. 

“I’m going out of my way to help you! Not like any of you even deserve it!” 

Neither Cherrypit or Babycorn would have had any idea that she was yelling at a wood wailer. The protectors of Gridinia itself and who were also very notoriously very wary of any outsider. He hadn’t heard anything before Babycorn’s outburst. 

It was the first time in a very long time that Cherrypit had heard her voice that loud before. 

At this point Cherrypit’s desire to bite the table was long gone. Instead he was far more interested in potentially biting the leg of the person talking to his sister. He didn’t understand a lot of the words coming out of their mouth but he could feel that most of them weren’t very nice. 

Not a lot of people were nice to his sister. It always made him a little sad whenever people would stare at her a certain way. 

Before Cherrypit had the chance to act on his thoughts the wood wailer had made their exit. As they did, Cherrypit stuck out his tongue. That would show em’! 

“Stop calling me that! My name is Babycorn Corn!!” Babycorn screamed out. “I’m not an adventurer…” That last part was said as quietly as she could.

From behind her desk Mother Miounne tried her best to defuse Babycorn’s anger. Not that there was no reason for her to be mad after being told she couldn’t be trusted. There just seemed to be something else there. Another reason why Babycorn was taking this so personally. 

“I’m sorry about that-” Mother Miounne wasn’t about to get halfway through her apology before Babycorn turned around and stomped out of the building. 

Just before she was out of sight Babycorn turned around and shot a glare at Miounne. A way to try and let her know that while she was doing what she asked her to–Babycorn wasn’t happy about it. “Let’s get this thing over with.” It was a chore for gil and food. Nothing more. 

As Babycorn walked away, Cherrypit waddled right after her. 

Once he was walking beside her, he noticed her hands were shaking. They were balled up into a pair of fists. Her eyes were wide as she looked straight at the ground. “Bebe?” Cherrypit raised one of his oversized sleeves up to her. Babycorn liked to hold hands when they were scared and right now she looked terrified. 

Babycorn gasped and took Cherrypit’s hand, walking towards a big blue (and tasty looking) crystal surrounded by a large crowd. It was strange. Usually his sister always told him they needed to stay away from lots of people. 

Once Babycorn had done what she had needed to do she took off with Cherrypit again. This time she picked him up and held him close to her as she took off to who knows where. 

Whenever someone would walk past them Babycorn would glare at them. Occasionally when someone would stare just a little bit longer than usual she would look right back at them and either growl or make it seem like she would bite them if they got any closer.

Sometimes even both! 

Cherrypit wondered if his sister was sad about something. Or maybe she was mad. Like when they would get chased by scary people yelling at them. One time one of them threw something sharp at his sister. It really hurt her and Babycorn didn’t want to talk to anyone after that. 

All Babycorn would do was stare at people walking by and tell them they deserved what was coming to them. Today sort of felt something like that. 

It was like a little storm cloud was constantly hovering over her head. 

Just as the idea crossed Cherrypit’s head, he felt Babycorn stop. He looked around to see where they were. There were no people around unlike just a few minutes ago when it felt like they were surrounded. 

Now they were somewhere else Cherrypit didn’t recognize but they were still in Gridania, he could feel it. There were some toys on the ground and a lot of weird shapes all around them all made of wood. If Babycorn hadn’t been hugging him so tightly he would have run off to play on them and bite as much as he could. 

He heard his sister let out a sniffle. Cherrypit felt Babycorn lay her head on top of his, ruffling his hair. “I’m really sorry Cherry…” Babycorn whispered. “Are you doing okay? Are you tired?” It had been almost a straight trip from Limsa Lominsa to here without almost no rest. Even Babycorn had to admit she was a little exhausted from everything. 

Cherrypit chewed on his oversized sleeve and thought about it. He didn’t feel sleepy. He felt like running around looking at everything he could. “Play!” Cherrypit happily said. He turned to look at his sister and put both of his sleeved hands on her cheeks. “Play! Play!” 

At this point the dark circles under Babycorn’s eyes were just something Cherrypit assumed had always been there. 

Babycorn gave her brother a small smile. The first in a long time. “Okay Cherry.” She grabbed his hands and held them as tightly as she could. “We’ll play when we’re all done. Okay?” 

“Okay!” Cherrypit repeated. That was enough for him. 

Things got both better and worse when they joined the scions of the seventh dawn.

All of a sudden there were so many new people that Cherrypit didn’t know. At first he was a little scared of them all but as time went on he was able to see that they were really nice. Some of them gave him candy and treats! Others would tell him really funny stories! 

And a lot of them were really fun to scare!

The only big problem was that Cherrypit could tell that the storm cloud over Babycorn’s head had grown in size. Getting bigger and bigger every day they spent helping the scions with things. 

No matter what they asked her to do, Babycorn always found something to complain about. Sometimes she would even go so far as to insult the scions, all of them. Most of them would brush her off. The only one that would really get on her case about being rude to Minfilia was Thancred. 

Or as Cherrypit knew them, ‘Mini’ and ‘Thanky.’ 

Every night Cherrypit would hear Babycorn whispering to herself that tomorrow would be the day they finally would have enough of her. That tomorrow they would finally get kicked out. The only problem was that Cherrypit liked it here but if his sister wanted to leave then he would have to go with her. 

There had to be some reason she didn’t like it here…

Cherrypit knew that Babycorn got into a lot more fights than just with Thancred. He didn’t really understand what the fights were about. In Cherrypit’s opinion there was nothing worth fighting with people for unless it was for extra candy for dinner. 

Fighting just wasn’t for him. Playing with people was a lot more fun!

There was a nice talking piece of armor that sometimes played with him. He had a funny name but Cherrypit just liked to call him Big. Sometimes Babycorn would even join in too! She would walk up next to Big and hold her leg out for him to trip over. Big would fall onto the ground with a funny noise that made Cherrypit laugh. 

Then Cherrypit would be able to jump up and down on Big, sort of like a big trampoline that didn’t actually bounce you anywhere! At least until someone else would come over and tell them they weren’t allowed to do that. 

Which was strange because it was a lot of fun!

While they were being told not to do that, Cherrypit would notice a strange smile on Babycorn’s face. It wasn’t the sort of smile that she usually gave him. It didn’t make her look like she was happy. Usually the person talking to them would get even louder when Babycorn would start to smile like that.

Especially if Babycorn was talking with Lunya. 

There was just something about those two that set the other off. Even Cherrypit could tell. It almost started to feel like a necessity that the two had to argue over something every day. 

Cherrypit didn’t understand it. As she chewed on his sleeves he wondered if there was anything else they were going to do today. (he had a short track mind) He looked over to his sister who had just stormed off from fighting with Lunya over her not bothering to carry emergency potions with her. 

As Cherrypit waddled behind Babycorn he looked at something he noticed the first day they arrived. He noticed it, but he still didn’t get why Lunya of all people also had her own storm cloud over her head.

“So what’s the secret?”

“Bwrah?” Cherrypit took the cookie out of his mouth and stared at Yda in silence. Both of them were on the ground, seemingly already having a conversation before this. Yda was lying on her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth. “You know-! The secret to being Babycorn’s friend! She’s always so nice to you–I figured you would have some advice.”

Cherrypit chewed on his cookie and looked around. 

Papalymo gave a heavy sigh and finally looked up from the book he was fake-reading from. “Why are you asking a baby this question?” 

“Because Cherry is the only one Babycorn is nice to!” Yda sat up and scoffed. The answer seemed so obvious why couldn’t her partner see it? 

The older lalafell looked at Yda and then over to Cherrypit, who was very busy making his chocolate chip cookie as soggy as he could using his own drool. As disgusting as that was, it only helped prove Papalymo’s point. “I believe the answer to your question would be to simply have been born as Cherry instead.” 

“That can’t be the only solution!” 

“The girl doesn’t even call us by the right names.” The idea that Babycorn would suddenly turn around and like them with one simple trick given to them by a baby sounded as impossible as it was actually pulling it off. “We’re just going to have to live with it.”

Having finished his cookie off Cherrypit moved to chewing on his chocolate stained sleeves. “...Corn!” He suddenly squeaked out. 

Yda sprang to her feet with a gasp. “That’s it!!”

“What’s it?” Papalymo was almost afraid to find out. 

“We get her corn! As a sign of friendship and camaraderie!” 

“Doesn’t she have enough of it in her hair?” 

“She could always have more!” Yda helpfully added. Right after saying that she took off running, leaving Papalymo in the dust. “Y-Yda?! Wait a second-?!” He struggled for a second to climb off of the crate he had been sitting on, making sure to take his weapon just in case they ran into trouble. Neglecting to also take his wallet. 

As Cherrypit watched both of them disappear off into the night he wondered if Yda’s plan would ever work. He hadn’t been lying in saying that corn made his sister happy. He remembered it used to make her really happy back when they lived with their mama and papa but it had been a long time since they had eaten it. 

“Bebe…” He really hoped it would work. 

It would be nice if more people could make his sister smile.

[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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