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[governmentallyill]

Thrill pants

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CherryP♡P coming to you live from your computer screen!

[ellenent]

third week of art fight attacks! ⚔️

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[glasswingowl]

hey guys i'm back :3 here's all the artfight stuff i did while i was away

(from left to right: Apple Hearts by SweetoYeeto, Yuniiko by Yuniiko, Freya by zephyrrr, Serial Designation K by SimpyStarrr, Kailani by CherryPics, Hato by ThePrinceIsBack, and Pat Withlock by PattysStuff!)

[ralphartphotography]

CherryPic of the Day: 698 Banco Asesino #ChileDesperto #AcuerdoSocial #Chile #instagood #photoart #photography #photographers #nikon #adobe #d800e #artwork #artphoto #cherrypic #travel #cherrypicoftheday #photo #myheritage #followme #beautiful #bestofinstagram #dutchdepth #instagood #master_shots #instagram #photooftheday #picoftheday #instadaily #instamood #NikonGlobal @ralphartphoto @viewbug @on1photo https://www.instagram.com/p/B5JKsLEp5dN/?igshid=12guxktf4o49c

[galaxiarts]

Attack for ~CherryPics on Artfight. 🌕

[cherrypikkins]

Welcome to Cherry’s Place!

to preface, i reblog a lot of hamsters

my interests also include, but are not limited to, the following:

various fandoms (currently fe3h, ffxiv)

occasional OC stuff

humor

cute animals of the non-hamster variety

food, will be tagged accordingly. food-related crimes or cursed content will be also tagged as #felony

tech safety, tech-related humor

you can find my fe3h art under the fe3h art tag!

i’ve been playing a lot of fe3h maddening mode recently. follow my exploits using the tag cherry goes mad

i will do my best to add content warnings where appropriate! please let me know if you would like to add certain tags for the purpose of filtering out certain types of content.

welcome and enjoy your stay! :3 

-CherryP

[hqmillioncorn]

 Lalapril Day 5: Vigil

‘When I felt like my body couldn't get any colder, a terrible shiver ran down my spine’

its cold and cherrypit wants nothing more than to go home with his parents and sister. but its easier said than done when his sister wont even wake up

The weather was cold and the wind that blew around them was freezing. Yesterday’s weather was much warmer than today’s but Cherrypit couldn’t tell much of a difference. 

Having lived two years of his life with his family in Eastern Thanalan everything just felt the same amount of cold to him. 

Really cold.

Both he and Babycorn absolutely hated it here and were willing to do anything to be able to go anywhere warmer.

Being the way they were however, their options were incredibly limited. 

After Cherrypit’s tantrum back in Ul’dah there was no way they would be welcomed back there again. 

Cherrypit knew his sister didn’t blame him though, not one bit. Those people had it coming. 

After everything they put both of them through they deserved no less. They’d hurt her, they hurt both of them. And just like before-there was a scar of what happened to them that would follow Babycorn for the rest of her life.

That being said, it's not like Cherrypit was happy about being out of Ul’dah, especially considering the state his sister was in now. 

That morning started like any usual morning did now. Once Cherrypit caught sight of the first sign of light he waddled as fast as he could to the entrance of their hiding cave. 

“Look!”  In the absence of his sister he turned to give himself the fun little orders he used to give his sister instead. 

He would shout “Look! Look!” then Bebe would nod and try to look outside of the cave as much as she could. 

If the coast was clear then she would let Cherrypit hop onto her back and they would take off as fast as they could to the (much warmer) set of buildings that neither of them knew were actually called ‘Dragonhead.’  

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Once they had arrived and successfully found a place to hide-they would spend almost all day sneaking around. 

Other than sneaking, their days were spent trying to find any sort of food they could eat or supplies small enough they could take back to the cave. 

Though neither of them were really trusting of other people at this point, especially Cherrypit. 

It got to the point where Cherrypit didn’t even trust the quiet young Elezen that Babycorn had “befriended.”  

In reality neither of them knew what the other looked like, with Babycorn choosing not to exit her hiding place for fear of being recognized and the Elezen not being able to find her no matter how hard she looked. 

But Babycorn still liked to believe she was still capable of being friends with someone. 

(even if she did most of the talking) 

“Then-Then-! I saw Mash was gone. I was really sad but my Mama told me to make a wish on a star and then when I woke up Mash was there again!” 

The young Elezen slowly nodded listening to Babycorn’s story as she snuck her way to a barrel she was positive was hiding her new friend.

She confidently lifted the lid of the barrel and smiled, only to frown when the barrel was filled with nothing but apples.

“Mash is my friend! But you can be my friend too!”

Maybe she could even stay with this friend this time. She wished with all of her might that she could. 

And that wherever Yeyema was, she didn’t hate her like the rest of Ul’dah did.

It was actually during one of these talks with Babycorn’s new friend when things started showing signs of going horribly wrong. 

There had been a chirurgeon who had sworn on her life that she had seen a sort of monster in a cave near Dragonhead and had been begging for a group of knights to be sent to investigate. 

All of this was happening under Babycorn’s nose so neither her or Cherrypit were prepared to face an onslaught of knights investigating their new home.

It turns out having an arrow flying past your injured shoulder makes for quite a wake up call. 

“Cherry! Cherry, wake up..! Don’t make any noise…”

Cherrypit listened to his sister and covered his mouth. 

There was no getting past the knights, their only choice was to hide. 

They hid for hours. After spending weeks hiding in Dragonhead and even back in Ul’dah, Babycorn had gotten phenomenally good at sneaking past people before they even suspected something wasn’t right. 

What made things even easier was that the cave was dark and the lights the knights had brought with them to illuminate the darkness around them created enough shadows for Babycorn to hide in. 

Though the knights and the chirurgeon didn’t find any monster they were looking for-it was clear to them that something had been living here. 

After discussing it they believed that whatever it was that was living here must have been scared away by them and they left it at that. 

As they left none of them noticed the trembling Lalafells in the shadows.

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…After that day Cherrypit noticed that they both left the cave less often as the days went by. 

Eventually his sister would sleep so much-that it would be too late to go anywhere. Which was a big problem considering that was the only place Babycorn could get anything to eat. 

Due to Cherrypit’s undead condition he didn’t need to eat, but he really missed it. Not only that but he was worried since Babycorn still needed to eat.

“I’m okay Cherry. I am.” she reassured him day after day.

Then as time went on Cherrypit saw as his sister slept more and woke up later and later. Until the day when he couldn’t get her to wake up at all. 

 “Bebe-! Bebe!” 

No matter how much Cherrypit shook her and called out to her, she wouldn’t respond. 

Cherrypit lifted his finger up from the snow. He looked down at the drawing he had traced of his family. 

He and his sister were together holding hands, their parents next to them watching over them. 

Sometimes he really missed them. Babycorn always told him that any day now they would be coming back, and Cherrypit believed her. 

Though he really hoped they would come back now, rather than later.

Before Cherrypit knew it, it had already gotten dark. The day was still early but the clouds had rolled in and blocked off the sun, tricking Cherrypit it was later than it already was. 

He frowned and walked himself back to his sister’s side. Not even one step in he was already crying again. 

He was sad, he missed his sister, he was tired of being alone. Why wasn’t she waking up no matter how much he called her name?

The worst part was that Cherrypit could do nothing else for her. Going to call for help was a wasted effort and all together a terrifying thing to think about. 

Even if Cherrypit could travel a large distance away from Babycorn without dropping dead, he still wanted to stay with her.

Cherrypit knelt down next to his sister, “Bebe…! Bebe!” he called out to her and tried to shake her awake again. She was unresponsive, just like the other countless times he tried before. 

On occasion he could see her eyelids twitch. Almost like she was seconds away from waking up just for her to return back to her slumbering state.

Had Babycorn been here to quiet him she would have reminded Cherrypit that he needed to be quiet.

Instead Cherrypit cried as loud as he could, as much as he wanted to. Had anyone been around to hear him, his cries might have been mistaken for the sorrowful wails of a spirit. 

Cherrypit wished he knew more words. So that he could repeat the magical words Babycorn would say to wake him up whenever he fell asleep.

[saieras]

“It’s okay, Juice-pop.”

A short whump drabble I wrote for Peter & Morgan.

Set Post-Endgame. In which Morgan is over-confident in her abilities, and something goes wrong.

Tagging people who reblogged the other Peter Morgan drabble! Hope you guys don’t mind!

There were specks of red on his otherwise pale lips. His face was white. The air between them smelled thick. And his hair, too, normally fluffy and sticking every which way… now plastered to his skull by the dull iron red.

Morgan had never felt fear like she did at that moment. Both of her hands were at his flanks, trying to staunch the flow of blood, but still it seeped through, red and sticky, welling between the cracks of her fingers—wave upon wave, gradual and unstoppable. Her front was already splattered by it.

“It’s okay,” Peter said. He brought up a hand, panting, and patted her on the head, like he always did. He gave her a small smile. “It’s okay, juice-pop.”

Morgan broke. She tried to respond, tried to tell him, but she was sobbing too hard. Her hands were pressing desperately, still trying, trying, begging for the flow to stop.

I’m sorry, she thought. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I’m sorry I ran away.

The pitch blackness of guilt tore at her, threatened to make her sick. This was her fault; her fault.

Peter brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. “It’s not your fault,” he said. “You’re safe. It’s okay.”

Of course he would know what she was thinking. Morgan would be exasperated if she weren’t so terrified to hear how weak he sounded. She tried and tried, but he still bled and bled. He was pale… so pale. Ashen.

Morgan hated herself more than she hated anything else in the world at that moment. It was because of her, of her pride and stupidity, that Peter got hurt… that she got covered in his blood.

That he might…

She shook her head violently. Nonono, she thought, frantic. Peter couldn’t, didn’t… he was Spider-Man, for goodness’ sake. He was the best superhero there ever was, aside from Daddy. And he was her big brother. The best big brother she could ever, ever ask for. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t—

“Hey,” Peter said, drawing her close with a trembling hand. His blood wiped off on her dress. “Hey, listen, Mo… you need to get out of here.”

“No,” Morgan whimpered. She couldn’t bear looking at his face, and buried herself in his arms, except that was even worse. Everywhere there was blood. “No! I’m not leaving you!”

Peter pressed his lips to her forehead, and Morgan felt a piece of her shatter.

“Listen to me, juice-pop,” he said, infinitely soft. “I’ve disabled their cameras for twenty minutes. You need to get out of here, back to where my satellite phone can get a ping on this place. I need you to call Pepper and Harley and Rhodey, alright? Hey. Mo. Do you hear me?”

His breathing was getting shallow, and his blood was on her cheeks. It tasted salty, and rusty.

“No!” she hissed. Why was there so much blood? “I’m not leaving you. I’m not, I’m not!”

He felt so frail, and somehow younger than his twenty-one years. Like he might disappear the next second. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, to hug him, to feel safe like she always did when they hugged, but he was fading away, fading. She had to grab him, anchor him before he was gone, but it was impossible, and soon he would vanish.

Like how Daddy had vanished.

She couldn’t let him go. Couldn’t, couldn’t. Why was she so stupid? Why had she fallen for the trick? Why hadn’t she brought her suit? She trembled, shivered. It should have been her they hit. It should’ve been her body taking those bullets.

But he’d leapt in front of her, because of course he would, like the stupid stupid Peter he was.

And now she might lose him.

The mere thought made her want to scream.

“Aw, Mo,” he said, sensing something. She really hated how easily he could read her. He tapped her on the nose, yet she couldn’t help but notice how weak his hands were. “It’ll be okay. Promise.”

She was losing him, Morgan realized. He was fading in front of her eyes. Already his eyelids were starting to get droopy, his breathing labored.

“I’ll be okay,” he said, still smiling. “Pinky swear, alright? You have to go.”

“I’m not a kid!” Morgan yelled, slapping his hand away. “Liar!” She let out a choking gasp in her throat. “You’re a big fat liar. Liar!”

Peter sighed. He wrapped his arms around her, but it was cold. He was cold.

“I made Mr. Stark a promise,” he muttered against her. “Please, Mo.”

“I don’t care about him!” Morgan almost screamed. “I care about you! Please, please… please don’t make me leave.”

The walls were closing in on her. On them. The darkness was pressing in, and she was powerless to fight back.

Peter sighed again, but he nodded. When Morgan held his hands, she shivered from how icy they felt.

Then he kissed her cheek.

“I love you three thousand,” he whispered.

Then he activated his web shooters.

The next thing she knew, she was being yanked across the room, down into the exit corridor. Another thwip, and the gate slammed shut behind her.

Morgan screamed.

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I originally didn’t want to post this but I guess it will be a long time before it makes its way to my drabble fic so.... thanks @mandaloriandragontrainer​ for the suggestion to post it!

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[tearyphoenixx]

I'm sorry but femme is actually outdated, offensive and cultural appropriation, could you call yourself cherryp*ssyvorer instead? 🥵🥵🥵

this is so funny

[cherrypal]

dmfx —> cherrypal

i forgot i had this url adn its cute. anyways

[ralphartphotography]

CherryPic of the Day: Top Mission #helicopter #chopper #firefighters #instagood #photoart #photography #photographers #nikon #adobe #d800e #artwork #artphoto #cherrypic #travel #cherrypicoftheday #photo #myheritage #followme #beautiful #bestofinstagram #dutchdepth #instagood #master_shots #instagram #photooftheday #picoftheday #instadaily #instamood #NikonGlobal @ralphartphoto @viewbug @on1photo https://www.instagram.com/p/B6B7DwJJn6m/?igshid=ttzoijjx8uds

[babyawacs]

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[rusticide]

Cherrypiccing. - Ben Zaidi

I splashed orange pho soup all over my shirt. This is why I don’t wear white. Now, I have to throw it away. Treacherous event?

[violet-freedom]

11/01/2019

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