#strawberry talking

[strawberrygodzilla]

hi i am so sorry I don't post enough <3 new chapter is in the works after a brief down period, so I think you guys should have it within the next week or so?

also, since At The End of All Things is coming to a close soon(ish), I'm curious what people wanna read next. I have some ideas in mind for Emet-Selch, Hermes, and Estinien (not all at once), but I'm also open to whatever :3c

[iceeericeee]

god I fucking love strawberries

[glitzyglee]

Excuse me, professor? So, um, you paired me with Strawberry Shortcake for this assignment. Yeah so, she proofread my paper, but the only changes she made were crossing out every instance of 'very' and replacing it with 'berry'?

[jeffreymeowmont]

my mode? depeche. my twins? cocteau. my nails? nine inch. my tv? psychic. my cabaret? voltaire. my coil? mortal. my switchblade? strawberry. my cell? soft. my talk? talk. my gristle? throbbing.

[regulatedstrawberry]

So you all know the Sonic Channel art of Shadow and the blue slippers

I know there has been some (very valid) criticism of Shadow only reacting to things that are centered around his memory of Maria. But my hc for this picture is that this is the first time in a while that Shadow has thought of Maria, and he realizes that.

Like, he's gotten more accustomed to his life on earth, and while he'd hesitate to label anyone as friends, he has other people that he's around and involved with to some extent. What used to be living constantly in the memories of Maria's kindness, and later death, now he's just living on earth as his own being, and gradually shifted his focus from the past to the present.

So when he sees these shoes in the shop window, it's not just that he's reminded of Maria, it's that he's reminded that he hasn't thought of Maria in a long while, where he can't really remember the last time she's lived inside his head, the memories of which dictated his every thought and action. It's bittersweet, but I don't think he actually resents himself for that. Instead, he realizes that he's finally moving on.

[i-am-dumb]

Congrats on the redemption!

[botanyshitposts]

dichotomous plants are so weird man. like they’re not even weird it’s the becoming the dichotomous that’s weird. i went to a talk once about a population of strawberries that were accidentally slowly becoming dichotomous and they didn’t even have sex chromosomes, like they had like a bunch of genes across a bunch of chromosomes that did a little bit of sex but not a lot and it added up to one whole sex kind of but not enough that they had all collectively decided to be one sex or the other, so there was still like, a sizable chunk of the population that was producing flowers of both sexes. like they were microdosing it. taking the sex genes for a spin in the strawberry patch

[mblue-art]

Yo whenever i see strawberry nightmare, this is what reminds me of him 😭

ii'm sorry i saw the hat and blacked out and

and he's dressed .up as a m.. ,.ilkman, now ,

[crimsonchili]

Saw this post and had to think of William

[sturnslutz]

introducing.. nerd!matt and strawberry!reader

headcannons ab my cuties! moodboards: strawberry!reader and nerd!matt

nerd!matt who has little marvel and star wars figurines all over his room.

nerd!matt who knows everything about marvel and star wars and can talk for so long about the lore and history, and sometimes even the ships of characters.

nerd!matt who's somewhat good at drawing, but getting better day by day.

nerd!matt who has berry in a couple classes and always loves breathing in her strawberry shortcake perfume she has on everyday.

nerd!matt who grew up in his brothers' shadows.

nerd!matt who notices how everyday berry comes in, she always has something red on her.

nerd!matt who got a hard-on when berry smiled at him.

nerd!matt who loves gaming.

nerd!matt who rarely goes to parties.

nerd!matt who applied to harvard, yale, mit, sanford, nyu, uf, and penn and currently waiting for his letters.

nerd!matt who jerks himself off at night looking at berry’s instagram pictures.

strawberry!reader who always has red on her, even if that’s her nail color, or her socks.

strawberry!reader who grew up and lives on a strawberry farm in upstate massachusetts, but lives in somerville with her aunt for the school months. but goes back to upstate on the weekends.

strawberry!reader who’s kinda smart but would rather bury herself in her sketchbooks.

strawberry!reader who noticed matt when their teacher congratulated him for getting the only 100, or one of them, on each test and smiled at him.

strawberry!reader who loves wearing last minute fits and deams them to be the most comfortable.

strawberry!reader who loves playing on her red nintendo switch, and had a quackity phase (which she’s still somewhat in.)

strawberry!reader who has very lustful thoughts and squeezes her thighs whenever she sees matt looking a little too good.

strawberry!reader who loves cats.

strawberry!reader who gets called ‘berry’ by her friends and grew to it.

strawberry!reader who saw matt looking at her stories, and followed him.

strawberry!reader who does have a little weed problem but is trying to get better.

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[strawberrygodzilla]

hi <3 I have nothing to say for myself. As reward for your continued patience, here is a little preview of the next chapter. I promise it’s in the works! Everyone continuing to leave such nice comments truly makes me cry, you guys are so nice.

In the unsettling quiet, it is not difficult to discern what your friends are thinking. The nervous looks they share with one another. The apprehension. The confusion. The way they remain clustered by the door, unable or unwilling to approach. They’re terrified for you. Of you. Of what you’ve done to yourself, of what you still might do. They’d drag you out of here kicking and screaming if it were anyone other than Zenos at your side.

But as things are, you’ve reached something of an impasse.

“If thou wouldst elucidate thine absence...” Urianger starts softly. “I believe that much is owed.”

Of course it's owed. Everyone has suffered enough. An explanation is the very least you could offer, to say nothing of an apology. But that does not make confessing your cowardice any easier. You look towards the ceiling to avoid any eye contact.

“... I don’t have a good reason for leaving. I just ran away.” You mumble.

“You’ll forgive me if I find that hard to believe.” Y’shtola’s ear twitches in irritation, but such anger does not appear directed at you. “Start at the beginning. How is it you were able to return?”

“... Zenos brought me. But I don’t remember much. I was hurt.”

“Near death.” Zenos corrects before you can stop him. “Twas a most invigorating display. Twice your heart ceased to beat and twice you were revived.”

Despite the horror of his words, his tone is almost romantic. Fond. Nostalgic. You have no idea if this is an earnest expression of depravity or an attempt to anger the room further, but it’s enough to make you flinch. This is the first time he’s spoken of your return. He never discussed the extent of your injuries and you were happy not to ask. That you came so close to the end is unsettling. That Zenos was your audience is somehow worse.

“But I lived.” You say bitterly. “The details aren’t important. I lived and I wasn’t ready to come back. That’s all there is to say.”

“But why.” Estinien insists.

“I don’t know why! I just…” You trail off, feebly attempting to gather your thoughts. Nothing you say will prove an adequate excuse. Is there even a point in trying? “I don’t know. I don’t know what happened. I was scared.”

“Scared of what.”

“Of being needed again. Of failing.” You shrug weakly. “... It would have been better if I had died, you know. I’m not the Warrior of Light anymore. I can’t save anyone. I can’t fight. I didn’t want to come home and be seen as a defective war machine. I didn’t want you to realize I was useless. I- I can’t have anyone else die because I wasn’t enough.”

A long stretch of silence serves to emphasize your despair. You didn’t deserve to return and be hailed as a hero. You certainly don’t deserve it now. All that’s left of you is a selfish, heartless weasel, fueled by hedonism. Yet, what seems so obvious in your eyes only leaves your friends horrified. They stare as if you’ve slit your throat before them. Urianger in particular appears terribly pale, forcing you to turn away. This fear is worse than any anger you might have faced. You’d gladly take hatred over oppressive disquiet, receiving looks like you’ve lost your mind. Like you’re deserving of pity rather than retribution. Like you’re still someone they care for.

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

okay fight

fight

[sin-simps]

Silly doodles with my Kinito and others! First one belongs to @goldenstrwbrry and second belongs to mnemoticz

[kittydoesthings]

the cookie brainrot is strong. felt an urge to doodle and chose @cuppajj BAAU for my muse

[regulatedstrawberry]

Made a Sonic 3 Trailer Bingo card!!!

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

Awwwww