#magic berry

[ilovenycee]

[pinkstrawbabie]

heres a story i made for a creative writ class, it had to be x amount of words but i want to expand it some time so lmk thoughts :

The Sweetest Berry

In the first few days of spring when everything was freshly thawed, I was way too drunk and came outside to tell my patch of sweet budding strawberries how much I love them. After that I must’ve passed out because I woke up in the dirt the next noon. There was a huge shadow over me, and as my eyes rose I saw this big fat strawberry, about the size of a cozy cottage, sitting sturdy on the soil before me. I’m not sure if it was my words or the strawberry daiquiri I threw up onto them, but fate had made it grow exponentially overnight.

I watched it for weeks unsure what to do. For it being a big fruit, you’d think it would have started decomposing into worm food but it was just as fresh as the first day I woke up beside it. One day looking at my many piles of books in my room, I decided that I could at least try to turn this berry into a cozy library. I called my friends over and they helped me carve out the room and dehydrate the inside so it wasn’t wet. I set up all my bookshelves and brought in a set of thrifted armchairs. With all the leftover berry, I gave my friends each a few buckets to take home, but that left me with nearly a truckload of strawberry guts. I tried my best to cook strawberry into everything I ate, but each day I hardly made a dent in my seemingly endless supply. I spent most of my days in my strawlibarry reading or in my kitchen cooking up strawberry desserts.

By summer I thought that through all of this I would have started to despise strawberries, but my love only continued to grow. It felt impossible to do anything without this red fruit being baked into, cut up and thrown over, or reduced into a dipping sauce for any of the foods I ate. All I could dream about was strawberries, and you know how dreams are; you can never be sure if they’re prophetic or just abstract ideas thrown together. The dreams were lighthearted adventures, like scuba diving for a shell just peeking out of the sand, and instead of a spiral conch, there’s a strawberry stuck in the sand. In the background I could feel her, Berry, whispering kind affirmations to me. But as the season progressed, she got more intense. She told me how cute I’d look as a strawberry, how she wished I was planted right beside her. 

In the first days of fall when I prepared a strawberry water bath, I saw my reflection for the first time in months. I wasn't sure if it was the pink tint of the water, but the longer I looked the more apparent it became that my skin had turned red! Not only that, but my hair had turned green and there were black dots all over my face like freckles. Then my dreams started to rush to the front of my mind. I did NOT want to be planted, I couldn’t live in the dirt! It would suck to be stuck there forever, unable to go see my friends. 

I had to get out of there, so I went to my friend Petal’s house. When she first saw me, she held my face in her hands and tried to brush away the black dots. At first Petal just brushed over them, but then as she kept gently stroking my face, the little seeds started falling off one by one until they were all gone. Then she kissed all over my face with the same delicate touch, she kissed my hands, each finger. With each kiss she laid upon me, my skin lightened more and more until it was back to its normal peachy color. 

I’ve felt the obsession, the attachment weaken every day. I’m still not sick of strawberries, maybe they’re part of my DNA now. I didn’t have it in my heart to demolish her, so now it's used as my cat room. It would have sucked reading in a strawberry in the winter anyways. I think Berry still exerts some influence over what resides in it because my cats have all turned red with little green sprouts on their heads and black dots in their fur. Better them than me. I think because they’re cats and have a natural resistance to being controlled, that it hasn’t affected their lives too much; they roam around like normal and I haven't found any planted in the dirt so far. I think what she really wanted was to grow something of her own, to have her own sweet little plants to look after and adore.

[sprinkanao]

Berry Strawberry

[annehath-a]

“You are the perfect verse over a tight beat.” - Swoons, Brown Sugar

[kaleidoscopeprhyme]

Halle Berry

[abbytabbys]

Could you do Tempest x twilight please?

One of my fav Twi ships ever

[shoujo-magical-girl-library]

Wallpapers from Tokyo mew mew/a la mode from the Nakayoshi website these were found here⬇️ along with many others for other shoujo series

[mooniety]

he's perfect

...as in he thinks he's perfect

[chiarasweets]

✨ Tokyo Mew Mew ✨

[ilovenycee]

[mlpgr0undzer0]

Disposal team encountered a new infected today

(thanks to my homie @ibbywondrous for helping with the background and filters <3)

[narwhal-art-space]

🐰🐱🍓

Scanned and awkwardly cropped no more 

[ellebastonart]

Premiering now! Going back to my familiar sweet spot of drawing cute girls with an out-of-pocket video essay about how I think Tokyo Mew Mew A La Mode could work in a third season of Tokyo Mew Mew New. This is a very different kind of video for me so let me know what you think!

[sanchoyoscribbles]

older tmm girls with upgraded outfits!

been wanting to do smth like this for a while and ended up just…sketching them all. Oops. I wanted them to look similar to the originals, simple to draw, still cohesive as a group, too, but also have like. Hints to their foods and DNA in the designs? Also I wanted to draw Gowns. Very self indulgent designs 😌

[kaleidoscopeprhyme]

Halle Berry

[abbytabbys]

Tempest Shadow x Pinkie Pie? I looove this ship but there's not enough art of it!!!!!

There was a few requests for this one! They’re super cute