#strawberry house

[zegalba]

Sanrio Strawberry House | Tokyo, Japan

[angeloftheodd]

Sanrio: Strawberry House (October 2, 2011) 🍓🍄🏠

Built in 1984 - Demolished in 2012 💔

Tokyo, Japan 🇯🇵❤️

📸 Dick Thomas Johnson - Wikimedia Commons

[webdiggerxxx]

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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔄𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 շօօկ.

📷 𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔩𝔢.𝔫𝔢𝔱

[littlemut]

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[frumpydress]

Strawberry House, Japan (vpasson/flickr).

[hollysmakingstuff]

I just listed all of this cuteness in the shop! Two teacup mushroom frogs and a strawberry house wall hanging 🍓🐸🍄

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[thebeefant]

Hey c'mon in, let me show you around 🐛 Sign up by 1/31 11:59p E to get invited to the Strawbhaus⁠

[bellyjellyfish]

SOMEONE STOP ME FROM BUYING THIS IM GOING FERAL

[anthonyspage]

☀️🏞🍓🏡👒👩‍🦰🐱💦🌼🌿🍓

[ilovestrawberr1es]

Strawberry house 🍓彡

[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.

[cryptidmickle]

so what if. and hear me out. i made my own au for shadowvanilla purposes-

au details below

HELLO SO I PRESENT AMNESIAC AU

so you see, i was minding my business, drawing and looking at cookies and how everyone has their own cool aus with awesome designs and i went "well im not very good at designing but i Love putting characters in Situations"

this au is mostly focused on shadowvanilla so dont be too hopeful I'll get into the other cookies besides their little circle, im ill for gay yaoi only okay

So! motions to comic above, amnesia smilk time! let me elaborate

Pure vanilla fucked up BIG TIME, in that he maybe ventured out to beast yeast alone to try and find out more about the beasts and a way to stop them, as people with a savior complex have a habit of doing. Maybe, perhaps, also at the same time, smilk was getting the workings of his new dough body done and sensing pv was nearby decided to take the opportunity to torment him a little, yknow he cant help himself! he needs to see him

a nasty little fight and confrontation in some old structures of smilk (or at the spire) result in pv using a strange spell he spotted in the surrounding papers and documents, and .... accidentally cracks smilk's soul jam! hehe, oops!

and also sealing his memories. double oops. damn, what are you gonna do now pv?

well he cant leave confused smilk alone here, and itd honestly be best the other beasts and dark enchantress dont drag him back there in this state, so he offers a hand.

"Come with me. We can help you, I'll make sure you're okay."

a memory-less smilk is confused by this but... he's already grabbing the other cookie's hand before he realizes it. It'll probably be fine, something about this cookie... makes something in him feel okay.

taps forehead, im still working everything out of course, and i WILL be cursing all of you with sketchy stuff about it when I'm able, i need more time to figure out smilk's behaviors without the soul jam and corruption

of course I'm always of the mind that pre-corruption smilk was kind of a rat and rude but how exactly is the real question!! how bad was it before the corruption exacerbated the negative qualities of knowledge and his personality

anyways,,, feel free to ask questions!! it could help me figure this all out, if yall are interested of course,,,,,,,my,,,, handful of crk followers SNRRKS

[yang-png]

i'm not going anywhere, yang

[hilsonamore]

SPARKLE ON!!!! IT’S WEDNESDAY!!! DON’T FORGET TO BE YOURSELF!!!!

[scribble-kitti]

Strawberry lemonade :]

This was gonna serve as a reminder for myself to drink more water but turns out drawing bottled water is kinda boring lol