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TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE
TW: bitty melting alive
”Muh-Mummah? Is ow new home scawwy?” The young little Cherry asked, as he rested on his new Mummah’s palm. He was the youngest of his litter, and hadn’t even reached full bitty adulthood yet. He had just been adopted and was more than excited to get to his new home.
“Of course not, sweatheart. You’re gonna love your new home! I’m actually a baker, you know? And Im sure you’ll love all the yummy little pastries I'll make for you. In fact, I decided to adopt you because I thought I could use a little extra sweetness in my life!” She said with a soothing, gentle voice, as she gently booped the thumb-sized skeleton on his nose cavity with the thumb of her other hand.
Cherry giggled like a little kid and, for the first time on his short life, he felt safe and loved. Little red tears of joy formed on his eyes as he held on to his Mummah’s thumb, wrapping both his arms around it. He closed his eyes, feeling sleepy and content, excited to get home and recieve all that love that Mummah promised. He finally drifted off to sleep, thinking about all the wonderful things his new Mummah had in store for him.
When they arrived home, Mummah gently placed Cherry on the counter and began unpacking the little bag with all bitty necessity items. A tiny portable potty, an extra pair of clothes, a matchbox-sized box of diapers, and a small packet of bitty kibble that would last for a week at least.
“Mummah? Upsie pwease?” Little Cherry asked enthusiatically as he spread out his arms. However, she didn’t respond as she listed off the items she had just unpacked, she seemed to be thinking to herself about something. Cherry could only make out the words "oven" and "quick", unable to figure out what she was talking about specifically.
“Mummah?” Cherry repeated as he extended his arms hoping she would pick him up again, tears formed in his little eyes at her silence. He didn’t like being ignored “Mummah!!! Upsie!!! PWEASE?”
“In a moment sweetie, I'm deciding which things I’ll actually need from here.” After a minute of whining and crying from Cherry, she finally decided she’d throw everything away aside from the diapers. “There we go, I don’t think you’ll need a potty just yet. You seem pretty young after all, not even a full adult just yet, your bones are still soft and squishy. Just the perfect thing I need for my-“ she stopped herself in her tracks. "Oh I mean, so soft and squishy, how adorable!".
Cherry felt a bit offended by that, and a little hurt. His face turned a little red as he stared at Mummah, hoping she’d maybe take it back or at least pick him up again. He wasn’t a baby! He was just young but he was about to turn into an adult in a few months! However, it seemed like Cherry had only payed attention to the last bit, as he panicked and demanded Mummah to stop once he saw her throwing his stuff on the trash.
“W-W-WAIT MUH-MUMMAH STOOP!! DOS ARE MY THINGIES!!”
“Oh sweetie, you wont need those. I’ll get you even better clothes and feed you super yummy food! Much better and yummier than that dry bitty kibble”
“Yu-yummier?”
“Yes! In fact, how about we get you all nice and clean and then you can feast in as many treats as you want!”
Cherry beamed at that, a nice warm bath and yummy treats sounded really nice right now. Compared to the cold showers and dry kibble from the adoption center, this sounded like pure luxury. He jumped up and down as he cheered with joy, hoping Mummah would carry him to the promised warm bath, and she did.
He saw as she filled a plastic bucket with water and grabbed a frog shaped sponge. He giggled when she made a little voice for the frog and he greeted it back, playing along. Once she placed the sponge down, Mummah sweetly instructed him to take his tiny clothes off.
Cherry was unsure about that, he had never been “nakey” in front of anyone other than other bitties. It’s not like he had anything to hide, but he was still pretty ashamed. She insisted, promising that the water in the little pot was nice and that he would recieve a yummy treat after this. After a lot of convincing, he finally relented. He carefully slipped out of his tiny red sweater and little pants and carefully placed them on the side of the sink.
Mummah politely thanked him and carefully grabbed him to place him inside the bucket. Cherry was expecting her to gently place him inside the water, after all this was his very first bath at home. He didn’t expect her to drop him so suddenly in the water, neither did he expect the water to be so, so hot…
“AAAAAAAA MUMMAH MUMMAH HURTS HURTS IT HURTS IT HOT PWEASE HEWP PWEASE IT HOT TOO HOT” he screeched in a panic. Everything was great and perfect a second ago, why was it so hot? Why did she drop him like that?? Why did it hurt?
”Oh sorry sweetie, you need this bath. You smell terrible, like straight up dog waste, and I cannot let that putrid smell inside my house. I also don’t want you spreading any more of those germs you brought from the adoption center. But dont worry sweetie this will just hurt a bit, then we can cuddle and you’ll get those sweet yummy treats I promised!” She giggled, she didn’t seemed phased by his screeching and begging.
Cherry seemed close to a panic attack, like was usual for his breed. The water was scalding hot, it burnt his bones and even caused certain bit of his bones to flake off. It burnt like an absolute nightmare. He cried, he screeched, he pissed himself out of panic and fear. It hurt, it burnt, please make it stop. He tried climbing out of the bucket but she simply pushed him back down, it was too tall for him anyways so its not like he could actually escape.
Cherry thought that she would finally take him out of the boiling water once he saw her hand reaching out to him. But instead, she grabbed him in place with one hand, while the other had the frog-shaped sponge on hand. The sponge had two sides, a soft one and a raspy one made of metal. She decided it would be best to use the raspy metal side.
The seemingly innocent sponge began scrubbing all of Cherry’s tiny body. It hurt, it scratched and even caused bits of his bones to flake off even more. It was too much stress and pain for a little bitty of his age and size. Bitties were delicate things, they needed special sponges and scrubbers that were gentle on their bones. This one clearly was made for dishes, yet it seemed like the scrubber side was completely intact, almost as if it was new.
Once that was done, Cherry could only breathe for a bit until she grabbed the soap bottle, shoving the opening on his mouth and squeezing. In seconds, Cherry felt a yucky, sticky substance entering his mouth. He coughed and cried. Then it began filling his eye sockets, his ribcage and his nose cavity. He couldnt breathe. It burnt his insides and irritated his internal magic, all he could do was scream and cry. Begging for this nightmare to end. All he wanted right now was to eat those yummy treats she had promised and take another nap. He could barely breathe and choked as he kept being forced to swallow soap. He felt he was about to dust out of sheer panic.
Finally, she roughly grabbed him again, squeezing his ribcage, and began dunking him in and out of the water bucket nonstop. Cherry couldn’t breathe. He choked on the water and even almost threw up a bit. The constant dunking was too much, and the soap was still inside his skull and mouth. It seemed it wouldnt wash off. The dunking got faster and Cherry could feel like his skull was about to pop off due to the sheer ammount of force being used. He began getting dizzy.
Finally, Mummah decided he was clean enough and took him out of the water. She gently dried him up with an extra fluffy towel and gave him a little kiss on the forehead, calling him a good boy. Cherry was still crying, sobbing out loud like a newborn baby, but it slowly began subsiding into tiny little sobs. This was way too scary for him and he would need some time to get over it.
She gently placed him on the bed, still wrapped in the towel like a burrito, a whispered sweet little words on his ear. She shushed his crying and told him she loved him a lot. This seemed to ease the little bitty. As his crying and sobbing finally stopped and he went back to giggling like a baby once Mummah began tickling his little ecto belly. Cherry could feel his little stomach rumbling, he was beginning to get hungry.
“Um, Mummah? Cam I hav a tweat now pwease?” Cherry asked as he fiddled with his tiny thumbs. His bones were still sore but he felt better now. Everything was better now that Mummah loved him again. She giggled at his nervousness.
“Of course, sweetie. But before I make you a treat, how about we play for a bit and then you take a nap. Im sure that bath shook you a bit, hm?” She suggested, and Cherry couldn’t say no to such a suggestion. He loved to play! And naps! Those were like his second and third favorite things after yummy treats! He excitedly agreed and jumped up and down, still wrapped in the towel.
“UM, Muh-Mummah? Cam I hav mak cloths back pwease?” Cherry asked, feeling a bit self conscious.
“Oh sweetie, it looks like your tiny little clothes fell into the bathroom's garbage can, I'm really sorry about that."
"W-WHAT?? MY- MY CWOTES AWE GONE??" Cherry was about to go back to crying like he was a minute ago. His clothes!! His favorite clothes were gone!!
"Oh but dont you worry, we’re gonna play a very fun yet messy game! Im sure you wouldn't have want ed your clothes to get dirty, right?”
Cherry sniffled a little, trying to keep it together for Mummah, he didn't want to make her angry and get another awful bath. He tried to be positive about it, and part of him was excited at the prospect of not being limited by his tiny clothes while playing, so he cleaned the few tears that formed on his eyes and nodded, agreeing to whatever game Mummah wanted to play.
Mummah gently picked Cherry up, finally unwrapping him and letting him go free. Cherry was a bit nervous but also excited by being allowed to play without his clothes on, it felt freeing and new! Back in the adoption center, everyone would always yell at him and call him “a disgusting piece of shit” whenever he tried taking his clothes off. He would cry himself to sleep at that.
Once they arrived at the kitchen, Mummah placed him on the counter. She took out a huge plate and a huge container with a funny looking substance.
“Alright, sweetie. This is baking dough, now this isn’t for eating ok? This dough is only for playing. You can make any shapes and figures you want and once we’re done you can take a little nap!” She gleefully showed him how to shape dough and how to play with it. Oh, it was mushy and soft! Cherry had never felt anything like this before!
He spent at least three and a half hours shaping and making little dough figures alongside Mummah. He made tiny snowmen, stars and little cats his size. He made little flowers and gave them to Mummah, who was flattered, and even made a biiig dough heart with the writing “i <3 Mummah” on it. It was so much fun!! So much better than the horrible bath he had just experienced. Cherry was having so much fun, but he also felt a bit hungry and tired.
Mummah seemed to notice and offered to shape him a little comfy bed made of dough. At first, Cherry giggled at the idea, but he was pretty tired and the dough was so soft and squishy! Maybe a nap wasn’t such a bad idea…
Cherry laid down on the little square, and Mummah made sure to tuck him in with a thick sheet of dough on top of his body to keep him warm. He rested in the soft substance and felt comforted as Mummah made sure he was nicely tucked in place. She even offered him an actual cherry as a treat before naptime! Yummy!
Cherry ate the whole thing and finally drifted off to sleep with a full tummy and a soft bed made of dough. He slept, dreaming of wonderful things, of all the amazing adventures he and Mummah could go on together on the future, and he dreamt of getting lots of kissies and cuddles from her whenever he needed it. However, as his wonderful dreams progressed, Cherry began noticing that things began looking weirder and weirder everytime. The birght blue sky on his dream seemed to redden and his Mummah was nowhere to be found. The air felt hotter too, strange...
Suddenly, Cherry awoke in a panic as he realized the air began getting a little too hot in real life too. He realized he was in some sort of tiny room where a bright light was blinding him completely, so he had to squint his eyes. He began to sweat and panicked even more. Cherry tried getting off his doughy little bed but soon realized that he was immobile, it seemed like the dough had began hardening and even some bits had stuck to his bones a little too well. He was basically immobile from the neck down, and his skull has held in place by the once comfortable dough pillow he rested his head in.
"MUMMAH?? MUH-MUMMAH? WERE AWE YOU!!!! MUMMAH!!! MUMMAH HAWP PWEASE???" He couldn't move, all he could do was cry in a panic and try to free himself from the hardening dough. Surely Mummah would hear him and go to his rescue, right? She probably left him in this tiny room so he could rest better without nay disturbances, but now he was awake and needed help getting out of his doughy prison.
"MUMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!" He tried increasing his volume as best as he could but all he did was damage his throat. It hurt, but oh no, the temperature was seemingly getting higher. He was sweating magic now. His ecto body seemed to begin stinging due to how hot things were getting inside.
Cherry began panicking even more and his screaming increased once he felt his skull flaking off again. Oh god, it burns, its too hot in here, please make it stop pelase, it hurts so bad, please. He tried screaming, screeching. Calling out to Mummah, but it seemed like she couldn't hear him. Surely she was near, right? She would NEVER leave little baby Cherry all alone in such a hot room, right????
"MUMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! PWEASE HWEP PWEASE HEWP PWEASE IT BURNS IT BURNS IT HURFS PWEASE MUMMAAAAH" he screeched. His bones began cracking, little red magic leaking out of every single crack. His ecto body seemed to be boiling and the magic flesh began ripping and cracking at the surface, mixing with the burning dough.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MUMMAH HELP MUMMAH MOM HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE IT HURTS OH GOD IM BURNING MOM IM BURNING PLEASE HELP ME PLEEEASEE HELP HELP HELP ME SOMEONE HELP PLEASE" Cherry could feel his bones begin melting under the dough, losing their skeletical shape and becoming one with the soon-to-be bread. He could feel the top of his skull melting and sinking into itself. It seemed like bitty magic wasn't made to withstand high temperatures like those.
His skull kept melting, until his eye sockets were sealed shut by the process itself. His mouth melted shut as well. Anything under his neck was now a simple, shapeless mass that flawlessly seemed to mix with the dough. The dusting process seemed to have been halted by the melting itself, as if the dust began liquefying instead of crumbling down.
Cherry was still conscious, feeling everything. Feeling as his body turned into goo. Unable to scream, breathe or see anymore. His skull's face was now featureless and barely even looked like a skull anymore. He could only think to himself, as his consciousness slipped away and his entire being simply began fading from existence itself. It wasn't even a definitive sudden death like any other bitty would get once dusted. It was slow, so incredibly slow.
He wasn't even completely gone just yet. But he could barely feel anything at all. He could feel himself blending with the dough, becoming one with the pastry. Becoming yet another ingredient on the list. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was gone. No one would remember him, and he didn't even get to reach full adulthood like the rest of his litter did.
Mummah entered the kitchen and excitedly peeked through the oven window. Giggling as she saw the dough rise and take shape.
"Oh! Looks like my cherry pie is ready!~"
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Bittyswap (part 24)
My version of Bittyswap involves full-sized bittybones (and other monsters) living in the Underground and getting miniature humans as pets.
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"Psst. Psst!"
Ugh. How can such a short arrangement of letters be such an effective weapon against sleep? I cracked open a single eye though the childlike tone of the hissed voice pointed an obvious finger at the sleep disturbing culprit. Cherry. The sight of two very large red eyelights did not surprise me in the least. With a groan, I opened my other eye. Alas, fair slumber, we part ways too soon.
That tiny motion caused Cherry's round face to light up like one of those explosions that melts your retinas. Gosh I love this sweet, adorable skeleton.
"Are you awake?" he whispered. I considered a sarcastic No, but Cherry's sensitive emotions happen to be the perfect deterrent against Vex snark.
I nodded, crawling onto his hand so that we could relocate our conversation to somewhere less bedroom-y. I may have been awake, but Cap sprawled out across Brassberry’s bed, blissfully unaware of the early morning shenanigans of the two smallest housemates. I envied him… until he rolled into a teeny tiny puddle of human!bitty drool. I snorted with laughter as Cherry carried me down to the kitchen.
Not so long ago, I would have worried about becoming a crispy fried human, but now I only questioned Cherry’s wisdom when he informed me that I would be his assistant chef. The precious angel wanted to make breakfast for his exhausted brothers, and I didn't have the heart to tell him that I am an abysmal cook. I mean, I don’t eat, and the Temmies didn’t exactly provide us with culinary tools or cooking lessons.
I hoped Cherry knew what he was doing.
I hoped wrong.
We encountered our first problem while reading the recipe. “It says two cups of flour,” I told Cherry, who gathered the ingredients. He set the container of flour on the counter and opened a cupboard. I waited next to the bowl where we planned to mix our perfect pancake batter. At that point, I still thought we could handle a simple recipe. Ah, hubris.
“All of the cups are different sizes,” Cherry reported from halfway inside the cupboard.
I considered this newest development. “As long as we use the same cup every time we measure, it should work,” I suggested with much more confidence than I truly felt. Cherry plunked a coffee mug down next to the flour before reading the next line of the recipe aloud with me.
We hit our second snag.
“What’s a teaspoon?” Cherry asked me. I shrugged.
“Maybe we should get the spoons out and look at them. Maybe they’re labeled.” They were not labeled.
“None of these look like a T.”
We definitely could not handle a simple recipe, but we did not let that fact stop us. Ah, hubris (again). Cherry selected a spoon, citing that it would “do,” though what it would do, we had no idea. Surely not measure the proper amount of something. Pushing forward, we began scooping ingredients into our bowl with enough gusto to make up for our lackluster ability to measure. I leaned over the edge of the bowl to assess our work… and tipped the whole thing over onto myself in a puff of white powder. Thankfully we were still working with dry ingredients.
Unintimidated by this setback (hubris the third), we reassembled the dry ingredients. I stayed a few steps away from the treacherous bowl at all times now, opting instead to roll eggs to Cherry who broke them into the dry ingredients with only a few tiny shells getting mixed in. I considered it a victory, which we needed because adding the milk was a clear defeat. The mixing bowl overflowed, spilling milk- which Cherry nearly did cry over- all over the counter.
I rush to reassure Cherry. “Remember all of those MTT specials we watched?” He nodded, eyelights wavering with unshed tears. “That rectangle guy made huge messes, and all of his food turned out ok, didn’t it?” I mean, most of the food ended up being bombs anyway, but at least that’s what he intended to make. Cherry nodded again. Time to complete the ol’ Inspirational Speech: “Let’s grab a bigger bowl, add a little extra milk to cover what spilled, and get these pancakes… cakin’?”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the pitter-patter of milk dripping from the edge of the counter onto the floor sounded like muted applause. Did I mention the hubris yet?
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Art trade with @emeraldhazeart !!
Thank you so much for your patience, today was a busy day heh,, <3
I drew your bitty Robin!! He's so small, he's a mustard bottle tall 🥺
So glad to do an art trade with you!
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Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about my sweet little Robin.
Trying out a more chibi style for him, which I like. I also wanted to try a colour-scheme closer to the original Cherrys.
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Snack
"Snack?"
Offered the large Bull bitty, opening up his jacket to grab the large packet of animal crackers from his rib cage, offering it to the sniffling Cherry
"Yeah... that sounds nice.."
Murmured the smaller, taking out a cracker from the bag after struggling with it for a bit
The Toro stayed silent, watching the other, carefully reaching out to wipe at the smallers tears before tucking the Fell type into his side silently waiting for the other to calm
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Part two for stuffies?
My favorite stuffy is a Dalmatian named Rudolph ��
Part 1
Okaaaaaay yesss! That sounds adorable!!! Oh my goodnesss!! Dalmatians are so cute!!! 🐕
I had a dalmatian named Spot. (Ik so clever lol).
Part 2!
Here we gooo!!
We ofc! Know that Blitzø's favorite plushie is his yellow horse Stolas bought him.
It has no official name because he keeps renaming it. He uses this specific plushie to express himself when it's hard to.
⚙️Pentious's favorite plushie is this cinnamoroll plushie. (The next chapter will explain how he got it and why he loves it so much. ((CHAPTER 6))) )
✨️Lucifer's favorite plushie is Puddles the duck!
(Fun fact, we had this plushie. He was one of my favorites, and my mom bought it for me again years later...so I think I still have the second one somewhere)
Puddles was a gift from Beelzebub. She said she saw it and thought of him.
Striker's favorite plushie is his snake! (Named silver)
A gift from Stella 💖
Stella's favorite plushie is this little monster named Huggles. If asked, she won't admit it though..
When no one is around she'll hug him and tell him all her secrets.
He was a gift from Andrealphus.
🦌Alastor's favorite plushie is this small deer Rosie gave him.
When Rosie asked what its name was, Alastor couldn't think of anything.
So Rosie named it Bambi.
He didn't understand the the reference, but he liked the name.
Clara's favorite plushie is her Bunny! Named Zela.
St Peter's favorite plushie is this little bear he named "Goodi bear." He walks around with it all the time.
Cherri's favorite plushie is this sea slug named Softie
She loves stuffed animals :)
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For a contest strawberry shortcake is doing!
#strawberry shortcake#strawberry shorycake cherry jam#cherry jam#strawberry shortcake berry bitty adventures#dani draws
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Why Do People Distrust Reboots of Cartoons?
An Analysis
Root of The Trust Issues
I feel like ever since Teen Titans Go, people have lost faith in reboots of classic shows. Especially since their only basis is "this is a show for little kids", and they expect it to be immature and plotless.
You can't just announce that you're making a TV show reboot of a classic with a more simplistic art style without expecting backlash.
Just saying "I like the [insert media] reboot!" Everyone is gonna be on your back and say that it's a bad lifeless reboot. But I believe that some are actually good. They have kept up similar themes and still progress with the modern world.
The Exception
If we're really getting into this topic, may I say that Voltron: Legendary Defender is a reboot that people loved to pieces. Even with its awful ending, people still loved it. Yet no one asked for it.
No one looked at the old Voltron and said "I wish there was a reboot".
Was the show good? YES!
It performed amazing during its run. It had a strong fan following to it as well.
Was it bar for bar, character for character accurate? NO!
Keith was supposed to end up with Allura, going so far as to marry her. Pidge was actually a clumsy dwarf boy that had a crush on Allura. Hunk was some buff white guy rather than a chubby Samoan dude.
Yet, did people complain? ALSO NO. And the only reason why, was the art style.
Simplistic Art Style
Then we get to things like the My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake Reboot. These are objectively good reboots as a stand alone, without a nostalgia bias.
They have representation, life lessons, friendship themes, basically everything that the original was. But the fact it's a 'reboot' is what throws people into hysteria.
Strawberry Shortcake was always a spunky girl who would always problem solve in a kind and caring way. Always true to her friends, loved making friends.
She is such a stereotypical good girl that the show even pokes fun at it. Making jokes that she's too trustworthy and friendly. And they keep this trend in the reboot. Yet people didn't watch it.
And you want to know why?
"it looks lifeless" "it lost its spark" "the designs are ugly"
Why This Argument Sucks
This isn't a real argument. Exhibit A would be Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT).
We can agree that TMNT has kept a consistent art style. Mostly consisting of the big eyes, similar body shapes, wide mouths... The only two thing differentiating them being the eye covers and weapons.
Now in the reboot, there are several differences.
Raphael - Stocky, beefy, wider, taller, snaggle tooth
Leonardo - skinner waist, broad shoulders, long head, slightly muscular arms, eye markings
Donatello - basically the same as Leo but he has skinner arms, and goggles
Michaelangelo - rounder, shorter, bigger eyes, more colors
Unlike the other adaptations, where they look like the same copy and paste character with a slight hue shift, they actually look different. But before it came out, there was a lot of backlash of the characters looking ugly.
That soon changed when clips started circling around that people gave it a shot. And guess what. They liked it! They called the characters charming and unique, and even got a huge fandom from shares on Tiktok and advertisements from the program airing the show.
Sure, people did complain about the simplicity. But they eventually came to enjoy it. So why can't people keep the same energy for other reboots?
Nostalgia
The biggest factor of all is nostalgia. I loved Strawberry Shortcake: Berry Bitty Adventures. And I dabbled in watching the 2003 version because I loved it when I was a kid. Yet, I still love the reboot.
Berry in the Big City isn't a bad reboot, people just don't want to give it a chance because of the nostalgia factor. They grew up with the 2003-2009 version and expect no changes, and when things did change they threw a fit.
I don't know how to tell you this, but this show was made for KIDS. Not teenagers looking for a fun watch, not adults looking for a taste of classic TV, but children.
Sure, there are some teens and adults who love this show because they might be a babysitter or an older sibling. Or maybe just someone who heard it was good and wanted to give it a watch.
But if your only reason for disliking a show is that "it's not my [insert character]" is showing that you're just scared of change. If I'm really being honest, BITBC shows more personality in their characters.
Back in Berry Bitty Adventures, they all felt like the same girl just with a different goal. Here, Strawberry is more hyperactive and passionate, Blueberry is going with the flow and airhead-ish, Orange is a competitive athlete, Lemon is an emotionally closed off inventor, Lime is a nerdy fashionista.
And they all look different.
I have confused Raspberry Torte and Strawberry in 2009 more times than I can count. Even characters like Cherry Jam and Blueberry who have a different color scheme, look similar when desaturated.
And if you feel hurt by the fact that I'm saying cons about a series you loved as a kid, then you're part of the problem.
I don't expect you to say that "oh, yeah, I can see that." but instead, admit that not everything you grew up with was perfect.
And if Strawberry Shortcake isn't enough proof that people glorify the original too much, may I remind you people continuously hate the Monster High reboot.
The original had racial stereotypes, outdated jokes, sexist characters, toxic relationships (that for some reason stayed together), misrepresentation of disorders, and way more.
The reboot actually tries to be sensitive to who might be watching their show. They made Asian coded characters not yellow, they properly represent disabilities, they don't make Abbey's foreign accent a joke, they have body diversity. And g1 is apparently still superior.
Another reminder is that when g1 tried to make progress with their first gay character, they back tracked it and made it subtext. There will always be a problem with g1 Monster High, the only people who ignore it are people who are scared of change.
Conclusion
Are you supposed to watch all reboots from now and forever into eternity. No. This is just a thing I noticed when goons glaze on a cartoon that they (probably) didn't even watch getting a reboot.
There are bad reboots out there, (I'm looking at you Velma..), but I feel like if you just watched a couple episodes you'd find them more enjoyable. The original doesn't disappear when you watch a reboot. In fact, most of the examples I've mentioned are free on YouTube.
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does anyone else on here really enjoy the “strawberry shortcake” franchise? I’ve really loved every generation - I have yet to watch the most recent; but I’m excited to watch it when I find the time.
I don’t see many people talking about it beyond just themed clothes - does anyone else on here like strawberry shortcake? If so, which is your favorite generation?
#strawberry shortcake#honeypie pony#huckleberry pie#blueberry muffin#custard the cat#pupcake#angel cake#orange blossom#lemon meringue#strawberry shortcake dolls#strawberry shortcake tv show#nostalgia#franchise#toy franchise#raspberry torte#cherry jam#plum pudding#apple dumpling#berry bitty adventures#berry big city
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I liked my cherry jam art a lot. So what’s better then a kpop idol but a kpop idol girl group. I use sweet and sour grapes because I already have strawberry and the gang in the maid cafe.
#strawberry shortcake#strawberry shortcake cartoon#bitty berry adventures#cherry jam#sweet and sour grapes#kpop#kpop aesthetic
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Omg I'm so happy you posted that Edgy/Cherry comic! I've been looking for it forever! I'm honestly in love with the idea that you can make an Edgy into a Cherry, I think it's hilarious! XD
Ammazolie does still have a sfw tumblr btw, it's boesomeone I believe! They also still post nsfw on twitter
Im glad i wasnt the only one that was looking for that comic lol! The expressions on that Edgy are just too good. And i have to agree, something about the typical “rough and tough, takes no shit and will bite you” Edgy getting his self esteem destroyed in seconds and crumbling down into a whimpering Cherry is extremely hilarious. Not so tough now, huh lil guy?
Also, oooh thanks for telling me! I wasn’t aware they were still around. Im gonna edit the post to credit their current blog!
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Bittyswap (part 25)
My version of Bittyswap involves full-sized bittybones (and other monsters) living in the Underground and getting miniature humans as pets.
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Project Pancakes resumed with a larger bowl and what Cherry and I estimated was the correct amount of additional milk. Estimating ingredients may have been a mistake on our part, but thankfully, we made a lot of other mistakes too. Mistakes cancel each other out, right? Right?! Cherry and I actually consulted our recipe for our next steps, but I think the recipe book should have included some vocabulary worksheets because neither of us knew what a whisk looked like. Cherry solved our dilemma with some context clues, clever skeleton.
"It says to whisk the ingredients together, so it must be like stirring! We can use a spoon for that!" Cherry beamed proudly when I agreed with his reasoning. Besides, we'd already gathered every available spoon in our search for a teaspoon, so they were all lined up and ready to be whisks! Cherry even made a joke by putting spoons up to his face and calling them whisk-ers. After the tension of last night, it felt nice to laugh.
With his focus returning to the task at hand, Cherry's brow furrowed in concentration. The tip of his red tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, and he stirred those ingredients like the wind or whatever simile applies to stirring something in a vigorous and sort of messy way. I quickly curbed his enthusiasm for the sake of the battered batter. If we spilled again, we would have to start all over, and it had already been quite an ordeal to get this far.
"The recipe says not to over mix it," I reminded him. He lifted me up so that we could assess the pancake batter together. The batter still had some pockets of dry flour and obvious streaks of egg yolk that weren't incorporated into the mixture. We pondered this dilemma with the maximum amount of seriousness.
"How do we know if we mixed it enough?" Cherry’s voice held some well-deserved skepticism.
"It'll be fine once we start cooking it," I ventured with no real confidence. I'm no pancake whisperer. My knowledge of pancakes begins and ends at "flat, round, and edible."
Luckily for us (and we certainly needed it), Cherry knew which pan Brassberry used to make pancakes. The recipe recommended a non-stick pan, and the pan Cherry showed me didn't look like a stick at all. Success! Cherry also produced a flipper, the special utensil that Brassy used to flip the pancakes so they cooked evenly on both sides. I’m not entirely convinced that the utensil is called a flipper, but if we’re making up measurements, we can make up words for kitchen items too. We moved our supplies to the stove for the final, most crucial of steps, and ran into yet another problem.
The pancake recipe stated the batter should be cooked over medium heat, but the stove only had weird knobs and none of them said medium. There weren’t letters or words at all, only numbers. After inspecting the knobs and discussing our strategy, we managed to get a flame going. Behold kitchens, the one room in a house where we light things on fire, hopefully on purpose but sometimes also by accident! So far, our amount and placement of fire was intentional, so I considered it a win.
Within the next five minutes I learned that flour explodes if it gets too hot, that eggs scramble if they aren't mixed into a batter well enough, what "non-stick pan" means, and that you can still get food stuck to them if you are an inept human!bitty chef and an anxiety-ridden skeleton chef’s assistant. We'd barely managed to scrape our lesson in how not to cook out of the pan when it burst into flames. Is milk flammable?!
Smoke began to billow from the pan, and I couldn't tell if the deafening wails assaulting my ears were from Cherry or the smoke detector, though Cherry's hysterical tears suggested the former. Thankfully either the smoke or the noise summoned a knight in orange hoodie armor. Lil Bro just appeared in the kitchen seemingly from thin air. He turned the burner off and slid a lid over the pan to smother the flames. Crisis averted, he surveyed the kitchen. I can't imagine what he must have thought of us.
One human!bitty stood sheepishly on the counter covered in a fine patina of floor. Milk and flour spattered the countertop, cabinets, and floor. Utensils were scattered over every available surface, and Cherry was rocking back and forth on the floor with batter from the flour explosion on top of his skull. Only Lil Bro’s timely intervention prevented us from turning our intentional fire into an accidental one. Our win had devolved into a major L.
The single surviving pancake sat on a plate. It was not round. It was not flat. I doubted anyone would want to check if it was edible. We would definitely not be having pancakes for breakfast today.
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#vexy writes#bittyswap#bittybones#bittybones au#cherry bitty#cherry bittybones#lil bro bitty#lil bro bittybones#human!bitty
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Strawberry Shortcake: Berry Bitty Adventures, Cherry Jam —Aesthetic
Cherry Jam's Character & Personality
Cherry Jam is an Asian girl from Berry Big City who smells like Cherry Blossoms. She's a talented young girl filled to the brim with passion and joy for life. Cherry appreciates everything life has provided her, but she doesn't like the extra-special attention due to her stardom as a pop star. Additionally, she's not the snobby diva everyone assumed her to be at first. In reality, Cherry is super-sweet and friendly. However, she's a little quiet sometimes if she can't show her true self or express it properly. Cherry came to Berry Bitty City in hopes of finding a place which would accept her for who she truly is as a person. In addition, she hopes to find a true friend as well. Overtime, Cherry makes lots of friends and usually tries to be honest with them. She even adopts a dalmatian named Cinnapup. Due to this, Cherry moves to Berry Bitty City and decides to become a music teacher. Thus, she's pretty wise and calm most of the time. However, Cherry sometimes can't help but find herself growing as excited with the others when involved in their random adventures or fun events. Thanks to her previous busy life as a pop star, she Cherry adores the simple things in life, like buttercup flowers.
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Obligatory Bitty holding an oversized kitchen utensil pic
Drawn by hand, scanned and digitally coloured in GIMPshop
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sweet as cherry 🍒
#bimbo doll#bikkini#blue eyes#cherries#cherry magic#so cute#itty bitty tiddy committee#aesthetic#mine#cute girls
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just bringing up the casual reminder that CT exists and i love him!
#CT#Cherry Tart#bitty bones#from the sub hub#my art#my oc/alter#my au#underfell bitty#underfell#undertale#undertale au#snowy-bones#snowy doodles#a whole baby!!!
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