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FFXIVWrite Day twenty-four (free day): Eggy

with @windupnamazu 's Butter and Pancake and Cinnamon and @windupiceheart 's Vertical Height and B'ig Nunh (sorry again)

Babycorn stopped walking when she noticed the seagull perched on a corner of the mansion. Then she noticed that Coco was standing on the front lawn, he was practicing different types of poses with his bow out. Was he trying to look cool or something? “Hey Coco!!” Babycorn called out to him. “Eeep!” Coco jumped in place, “W-What?!!?” Babycorn pointed up at the bird as it stared back down at Coco. “Your son is here. You should say hi!” The seagull let out a CAW. “That’s not my son!” Coco couldn’t believe he had to say this every time. “Didn’t you lay his egg?” “NO! No I didn’t!!!”

It was an early morning like any other.

That morning Babycorn had asked Lunya for some help on a dress she was making and then she just never left, as she often did when she hung around her friends lately. Always finding some excuse to stick around or just sitting there until she had to leave and this time was no different.

Babycorn had finished the work on her dress and was now lying on the floor with Cherrypit next to her. They were both very busy at work, collaborating on a drawing with Babycorn drawing most of it and Cherrypit was coloring what he wanted to with his crayons.

Meanwhile Lunya was alternating between tidying around her room and making sure that neither Babycorn or Cherrypit bit down on any crayons on her watch.

So far she had narrowly stopped Babycorn from biting down on a yellow crayon and a blue crayon. Her reasoning had been something along the lines of, ‘But so many tasty things are the same color!’ and Cherrypit nodded his head alongside his sister, a crayon in his mouth.

Lunya really wondered how the siblings had survived up to when they all met.

“What color should this be Cherry?” Babycorn pointed at the person she had just finished drawing in. It was pretty hard to tell to anyone that wasn’t her but the scene she was drawing was a dear memory to her.

The day that she learned she was gonna be a big sister.

The person that Babycorn was pointing at was their papa. Cherrypit still recognized him. “Bu! Bu!” He held up a blue crayon and waved it around before he got to work on coloring.

Babycorn watched her brother continued to color, then turned her attention to what Lunya was doing. Lunya was sitting on a chair, reading a book with a really long title that Babycorn couldn’t really understand. There were so many things that Lunya could be reading about. After all Lunya knew a lot about a lot of things, at least, that’s what Babycorn thought.

If there was anything Babycorn ever wanted to know Lunya was one of the first people she ran to for an answer. It had unknowingly been that way for a while.

Babycorn looked back to see that Cherrypit had finished coloring with his blue crayon. “Bu!” He stuck the crayon in his mouth and chewed on it a little.

Right on cue Lunya spoke up, “Cherry take that out of your mouth.” Her eyes never moved from looking at the book she was reading.

Cherrypit giggled a little and spit the crayon out. “Amama!” he babbled, before falling over backwards into a pillow and lying there for a little bit then sitting back up. He picked up another crayon and held it towards Babycorn. “Daw? Draw!”

Babycorn grabbed the crayon from her brother and smiled, “You got it!” She laid down on her belly and began to draw once again. As she began to draw her mama, a question popped into Babycorn’s head. “Hmmm…” Babycorn hummed to herself. She looked to look at Lunya, wondering something to herself.

“Hmmm?” Cherrypit tilted his head and repeated after his sister.

“Hey Lunya? Can I ask you a question?” Babycorn asked.

Lunya turned a page in her book. “Is it if you can eat one of the crayons?”

Babycorn was silent for a suspicious amount of time. “N-No..” Truthfully that had been one of her questions but not the questions she wanted to ask.

“Then what did you want to ask me?”

“Where do babies come from?”

“HurK?!”

Lunya almost let the book she was holding drop from her hands. “Where do babies come from? I-Is that it?” She asked to make sure she had heard right. Babycorn nodded over and over at her and Lunya found herself looking around the room in a tizzy.

The easiest answer would be to tell Babycorn the truth but this was the same Babycorn Corn who was known to be a blabbermouth among everyone living in the mansion. There was no doubt in Lunya’s head that as soon as Babycorn learned about ‘this’ she would go and tell literally everyone she ran into.

Lunya looked around the room for anything that would help get her out of this situation. Or to give her a clue on how to answer Babycorn’s question. To her right and spotted her guestbook. That didn’t help much, only reminded her of the time Babycorn stole a burning log from her fireplace and set Himbo’s kitchen on fire.

Eventually Lunya’s eyes landed on a potted plant. The flowers were adorned in such a way that it reminded her of Coco’s poofy and fluffy hair.

“From eggs.” Lunya answered, “They come from eggs.”

“Woah! Really?!” Babycorn could hardly believe it.

“Really.” Lunya turned to another page of her book she was still reading. Parenting your friends for Dummies, a book that had fallen on her head like it was destiny or something. Weirdly enough this had happened just a few weeks before today.

Babycorn watched as Cherrypit went off in his coloring again. This time he was coloring their mama with a purple crayon. “Eggs…Babies come from eggs…” Of course they came from eggs!

Where else would they come from?!

After a bit of being in Lunya’s room Babycorn decided that she was hungry, and rather than risk getting scolded by Lunya for eating more crayons, she decided to go and see if there were any tasty snacks in the kitchen.

Both siblings said their good-bye’s to Lunya, grabbed their drawing and headed out the door.

Just as they were going to head down to the kitchen, Babycorn turned her head and noticed that Butter and Pancake were sitting on the staircase heading to the upper floor. They were talking with each other. Cinnamon was there flying over their heads, making those funny ringing noises again.

“Hi Butts! Hi Pancake! Hi Cinnamon!” Babycorn ran over to and waved at them. Cherrypit was right behind her. They looked just as happy to see her as she was to see them. Babycorn took a seat on the stairs next to Butter. A fact that did not escape the ever observant Pancake and Cinnamon.

“Ehehehe…” They laughed to themselves. And also Cherrypit, but he was just laughing along because it was fun.

“What are you guys doing?” Babycorn asked. Something that’s usually asked before you decide to sit down and insert yourself into a conversation. Not that any of them minded though.

Cinnamon flew over and gestured to the dirty plates that all of them had stacked up while Pancake explained for her tongue-tied brother. “We were eating a pudding Butter made! It was reallyyyyyyyy tasty!!” The pudding was made out of chocolate and vanilla. It was something that Pancake had specifically asked for a couple of days ago and Butter had promised he would make. “We saved some if you want to try some!”

“Really?!” Babycorn’s eyes were practically sparkling. “I would love to!!!”

“You gotta promise you’ll leave some for Linnet! I promised her some too!” Pancake urged her.

“Promise!”

That’s when what Lunya feared would happen, happened.

“Oh!” Babycorn’s pom stood straight up, “Today Lunya told me where babies come from!” She laughed, kicking her legs in excitement, “Do you want to hear?! I can tell you!” She really had no idea if any of them actually knew where babies came from, it wasn’t something she considered. Babycorn was just always happy to share things she learned.

Butter and Pancake looked at each other with a knowing look. If Lunya had been the one to tell Babycorn where babies come from they had a feeling what Babycorn would say. She had told them the same thing some time ago.

It wasn’t until Sirius sat both of them down and sternly explained the entire thing to them. He had even given them a quiz to do at the end of the lesson, that’s just how serious he had been about the whole thing.

Cinnamon laughed haughtily, “Well of course I know! They’re baked in ovens! Duh!”

Just like Babycorn, Cinnamon had not been present for Sirius’ lesson.

“They come from eggs!!” Babycorn raised her arms in the air, “Babies really came from eggs this whole time!!” She felt sooooo smart and normal.

Butter didn’t know where to start. “A-Actually Babycorn that’s not…” He paused. At that moment he realized he didn’t really want to be the one to explain this to her. He started to wonder if Sirius was busy today. Considering how he was, he probably was out there doing something important.

“Babies don’t come from eggs!” Pancake protested. Just like Butter however, she didn’t elaborate further.

“Yeah! They come from the oven!” Cinnamon helpfully added.

Butter decided it wasn’t worth it to argue with Cinnamon, since Babycorn couldn’t hear her anyway and there was no real harm in Cherrypit probably couldn’t understand what Cinnamon was saying anyway. He looked like he was too busy looking at the drawing in his hands anyway.

Just then B’ig Nunh wandered into the scene, carrying a large crate full of eggs in his arms.

Babycorn could hardly believe her eyes.

Babycorn sprung to her feet and screamed, “Ohmigosh B’ig?! Did you have all those babies?! How many babies are you gonna have?!”

B’ig stopped in his tracks. “Ex…Excuse me?” What had Babycorn just asked him?

Before either Butter or Pancake could stop her, Babycorn ran down the stairs and towards B’ig. “You had all these eggs, right? They’re all gonna hatch into babies! Lunya told me that’s where they come from!!” Babycorn clapped for her good friend B’ig Nunh and Cherrypit also clapped besides her, “Congrats on being a mama now B’ig!!”

“HUH? HUH? HUH? HUH? HUH?” B’ig had NO idea what Babycorn was talking about but he didn’t like a single word that Babycorn was telling him.

“oh damn. really? congrats.”

“YOU WERE THERE WHEN I BOUGHT THESE??!?!!” For a matter of fact, when had Vertical gotten here?! B’ig took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down in order to calmly explain to Babycorn that he had NOT laid any eggs, let alone a crate full of them and he was also NOT going to have like twenty babies.

“B-”

“So when are they going to be born?” Babycorn jumped up and hung off the crate to get a better look at the crate. B’ig nearly lost his balance and fell, if it wasn’t for Vertical grabbing him by his shirt collar the foyer would have been one-hundred percent more egg covered. “Do you have names for them yet? Are you gonna put them in a little warm box? Are you gonna give them a little hat to wear?” The questions just kept on coming.

“you should have told me. i would have gotten you a present.”

“I’M NOT??? HAVING BABIES???” B’ig was desperate. Vertical had been there when he bought these eggs!!! What in the world was she talking about?! He was going to cry. He was really going to start crying.

At this point Butter and Pancake knew that they had to step in. Butter walked up to Babycorn and gently moved her away from the crate and back onto the ground. “You okay?” He asked, hoping that he hadn’t hurt her somehow.

Babycorn was a little confused, “I’m fine! See?” She wiggled her hands around and stomped her feet.

B’ig Nunh was less than okay. “WHYY WOULD YOU THINK I’M HAVING BABIIIES?!” He wanted to set the record straight. “I’M NOT! I DIDN’T LAY THESE EGGS! I SWEAR!”

Babycorn’s eyes lit up again. She had another chance to tell someone what Lunya had told her! It never even crossed her mind that B’ig would already know this considering he had ‘laid’ a bunch of eggs already. “Lunya told me where babies come from!” She put her hands on her hips and stood proudly. “She said they come from eggs!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” B’ig was distraught. How could this happen to him? What had he ever done wrong to deserve this? “BABIES DON’T COME FROM EGGS!!” He cried. Some babies did but not the babies Babycorn was thinking of.

“Huhu? Of course they do.” Lunya couldn’t be wrong about this.

Butter nervously (more than usual) stood next to her and coughed, “Actually…Um, B’ig is right. Babies don’t come from eggs…”

Babycorn looked almost a little disappointed. She knew Butter wouldn't lie to her about anything. He must be telling the truth. “Are you sure…?” She asked. Because, then again, Lunya would never lie either. Would she? Then who was telling the truth?

“Pretty sure…” Pancake told her. “If it makes you feel better we thought babies came from eggs too! Cause Lunya told us!” In hindsight it was a pretty silly thought that they had believed in that at the time but Pancake could understand how someone could believe in it right away.

“It made sense to me.” Babycorn was confused, “Me and Cherry were born from eggs.”

“Oh, really?”

“HUh??”

“huh.”

“HUH?!” B’ig nearly dropped the crate full of eggs on the ground.

“What the FUCK?!”

There were a couple of distant steps, quickly getting louder and louder. Until Lunya ran into the room herself. “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH?!”

Babycorn smiled, “Yeah! Did I never mention it?” When everyone shook her head at her, she tried to remember if she had ever actually said anything about it. It seemed like the answer was a resounding No. Babycorn gestured over to Cherrypit and he handed over the drawing that they had been working on in Lunya’s room.

“Look see?” Babycorn turned the drawing towards everyone for them to look at. It was just as it was before, a picture of Babycorn’s memory of when she found out she was going to be a big sister. There was her, her papa, her mama and the egg she was holding in her hands.

Babycorn pointed at the egg her mama was holding. “That’s Cherry! When he wasn’t born yet!” He had been a pretty big egg, or at least big when compared to Babycorn’s size at the time. “My mama also told me that I had looked just like him when I was small too! Cept’ my egg was more smaller.”

Pretty much everyone there was shocked at how nonchalantly Babycorn was describing all of this. Almost everyone.

“Ooooh! That’s cool!” Butter looked at the drawing and then to Babycorn, “Was it hard to hatch out of an egg?”

“I don’t remember!” Babycorn grinned.

Lunya stared right at her son that was three years younger than her. “You two couldn’t be a more perfect match if you tried…” She whispered under her breath. Truly it would be a struggle to find someone that would take all of Babycorn’s Babycorn-isms as carefree as Butter did.

Lunya couldn't wait to tell Sirius about this.

#ffxivwrite2023 #Babycorn #Cherrypit #Lunya #Butter #Pancake #Cinnamon #of couuuurse babies come from eggs it all makese sense #sorry to future lunya who must deal with babycorn making a terrible incubator #wondering if lunya has to sit on her eggs #it makes sense to her #need to state that babycorn doesnt know where babies come from but she does know what sex is #this is why i said babycorns belly button isnt real tehehehe #....if you ask which one of babycorns parents laid the egg i aint got a clear answer

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bamsara · 7 months ago

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I think that one thing people fail to understand is that unsolicited literary criticism coming from an online stranger who is reading with no knowledge of what the authors intended goal is, is not going to be received the same as say: the authors beta reader or friends who know what the authors intended goal and has the sufficient knowledge and input to help the author reach that desired outcome.

"But I'm only trying to be helpful" How do I know you have the knowledge and literary skill for you to be able to actaully do that when we don't know each other and you are essentially a stranger to me? Are you applying this criticism based out of personal biased experience and desire to see the story or characterization be driven in another direction or tweaked, or do you know the author's intentions for the character? If the story is incomplete, are you basing your criticism of a character on the incomplete narration with only partial information available of them or are you building up a report until the story's completion? Did the author provide you with the information needed to make a fully informed criticism?

Have you discussed with the author what their plans are or are you assuming them based off the narration, especially if the narration is proven or implied to be unreliable or missing key points of the plot? Are you unbiased enough to help them reach their desired outcome for the characters and story regardless of your personal feelings towards the characters/antagonists and setting? Can you handle being told your specific input isn't wanted because you're a reader and/or have no written anything relating to their genre or topic? Do you understand and respect that the author's personal experiences might influence their writing and make it different than how you would have done it personally? Do you understand if an author only wants input from a specific demographic relating to their story?

If it's for fanfiction or other hobby media, are you holding a free hobby to a professional standard? Are you trying to give criticism because you feel like the author has produced 'subpar job performance' of their fic? Are you viewing their work as a personal intimate outlet or something that must conform with mass media? Are you applying rules and guidelines when the fic is shared for simple sharing sake? Is your criticism worded appropriately and focused on the parts where the author has requested input on rather than a general dismissal and or disapproval?

Have you put yourself in a place where you assumed you have the input needed for the story to evolve better, or have you asked what the author needs and what they're having trouble with? Can you handle having your criticism rejected if the author decides their story doesn't need the change and not take it as a personal offense against your character? Are you crossing that boundary because you think you are doing the author a favor? Are you trying to be helpful, or do you just want to be?

I think sometimes when people hear authors go 'please don't give me unsolicited writing advice or criticism' they automatically chalk it up to 'this author doesn't want ANY constructive feedback on their stuff at all' and not "i already have trusted individuals who will help me with my writing goals and- hey i don't know you like that, please stop acting so overly familiar with me'

#small rant brought to you by: listened to my younger sibling's friend be very upset today because an original story she wrote gets bashed #the story itself is fine maybe a little fast paced but overall she was happy with it's progress #and there is this one dude who keeps trying to tell her that her story needs to go another direction to 'make sense' and it changes the end #after she's repeatedly explained she's happy with the outcome and does not want to expand on that plot point any further #dude says she's 'unreceptive to criticism' no dude you're just being a dick #constructive criticism helps the AUTHOR reach THEIR intended goal #not steer the story in the direction a reader wants to see it go #sara shush #pls don't reblog with any 'but i take unsolicited criticism all the time' this isnt about you. your boundary is not other people's boundary

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