My main blog, @cutecreachureblog, is for reblogs and general chatting n stuff
anyway, you can call me Cricket! 🦗🦗🦗
(He/him, Xe/xem, Chirp/chrr, 🦗/🦗's)
My tags:
#chirp time <- my ramblings/asks
#chirp art <- my art
#chirp fic <- my fics
#chirp edit <- my edits
#chirp oc <- my original characters
#genficfebruari <- the fic for a writing challenge for the month of February 2025 (Still a couple chapters behind, but I'm planning to finish it!!! Eventually...)
so yeah i uhhhhhh made a silly lil wirt pngtuber using the tinyass art from my last art and i've been having fun showing it off in discord calls YAYYYY
its so cool bc on several occasions people have been like... IS THAT GUY FROM @mc-my-world????!!!! BY @brightgoat????!!!! and im like. heheh. yea <3
(ive alr indoctrinated 4 people into the fandom so far... this is how you win the war on autism on the side of autism)
ANYWAY. uh. hate to promote my bullshit (esp when there's nothin to promote rip) but. AS SOON AS I FINISH THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THE FANFIC ILL POST THE LINK TO IT ON AO3 ON MY ART BLOG @cutecreachure (don't let me forget to finish it im losing the war on adhd rn)
YOOOOOOO its been forever since i posted here!!! I wanna fix that so here *shoves transparent color-corrected (i drew and colored over the parts where he was covered by the glass) high-quality pngs of my fave David poses at you*
it has a teeny tiny watermark bc i spent like 3 hours on it and i'd like some credit FHJGHJHFGJH i'm sure there was an easier way to do it than what i did but EH. just enjoy him
You wake up in an endless void, no light, nothing but darkness and the blurry silhouette of the others. You're not sure how you got here, or where you are. Suddenly, the "light" came on and a voice echos through the endless abyss.
(OOC: sky anon and theatre anon, a TV spawned in front of you recording the void live)
"WELCOME TO ALL TO THE AMAZING DIGITA-
*COUGH COUGH WHEEZE*
i mean
THE VOIIIDDD~
This is the april fools update #event and no, you cannot skip this!1!!1
You are all tasked to survive for 24 hours in this endless void.
Before we start, we will be setting some ground rules.
No you cannot leave in any way shape or form
Please do not break any laws in here, this is my home.
DO NOT touch that one box you see.
DO NOT kidnap my rabbit, he can and will shred you to pieces (his name is taco)
anddd hAve a great time!
Notice how none of you have devices? That's right, i took them all!1!
There will only be one phone with infinite wifi and battery life, make sure to share!
There is a bathroom with a lock on your right, and an infinite minifridge of food and water to your left.
Each hour you will be given a random object. Last one to leave gets free bobux!1!! (trust)"
OOC under the cut
this is for fun
Hi, silly here. Uh have fun, might not actually last for irl 24 hours because timezones and all blah blah blah this is a scheduled post uh tagging poeple
silly wrote most of this anygays time for the tags,
There's a knock on the door. Well it's less of a knick more of just repeated shoving against the front door of the farm, followed by what seems like.. buzzing?
- @grayveyard2006
Granny had just been in the kitchen, working on a batch of cookies for her Little Victory as an apology gift when the strange shoving and buzzing comes from the door. Without hesitation her fingers curl around the handle of a knife as she calls sweet as ever, "coming~!"
Granny approaches the door, and with the knife hiding behind her back in case it's a serious threat, she opens the door with a smile, "good evening. How can I help you?"
Once she opens the door, the guest behind seems startled-
It's Daisy, the Combee theater herself gifted to Vic a couple days before, she looks incredibly confused and worried, chirping and instantly flying closer to granny, nuzzling her arm clearly distressed
Theater quickly puts away the knife and hugs the little bee, petting it as she says, "hey there Daisy. It's okay, I'm here. I guess Vic wouldn't be able to take care ah ya in his current state. Don't worry, I'll be here till be gets back. Ya wanna help me make some cookies for him?" And turns and walks inside, closing and locking the front door as she does so
Theater smiles at the Bee as she starts taking out her baking ingredients. Flour, cocoa powder, brown sugar, Carmel candies, eggs, and some other things. Chocolate cookies with Carmel Chunks will be Perfect for their friend! Granny looks over at Daisy and says, "he'll like these, right? To... to make up for The Sandwhich."
Granny chuckles at how adorable the bee is and uses her rolling pen to crush one of the Carmel candies, popping a small shard of it into each of the Bee's three mouths.
Daisy gets the cutest little faces at the flavor, its so sweet !
she chews it and chews it, kind of spinning ildly in place out of pure joy, before coming closer and nuzzling granny's arm, she wants to see how can she help !
Granny chuckles at how adorable the little Bee is. How could it help though? Granny thinks for a few moments before motioning towards the stairs and says, "would you mind grabbing Possum for me? I could use an extra set ah hands." Granny may not fully forgive Creachure for what happened with Vic but... she still loves him dearly.
Creachure hadn't left from his room since they had arrived home. Baba... Theater seemed alright on their own, even if they weren't all there yet. She had others to take care of her. She'd be okay.
Besides, he didn't want to face her when she fully realized what he had done.
Creachure is startled out of his musings when strange bug flies into his room, nuzzling and nibbling at him. He tries to swat it away at first, more annoyed than scared at the giant bee thing, attempting to scold it but his voice just coming out as cracked sob.
Giving up, he let her drag him down the stairs by the sleeve, already dreading what he would find at the bottom.
At the bottom, Granny is calmly and happily mixing some cookie dough as she hums a tune. When Creachure enters the room, she looks over with a smile and says, "Possum, would you and Daisy be dears and grab me the baking trays from under the counter?" Even if she's upset, she knows how to hide it and seem perfectly normal. Not a trace of upset in her body language or voice. Almost like she doesn't even remember what happened.
Creachure's eyes are wide, staring at her from underneath his hat as if expecting her to pounce at any moment. He simply nods, waving the bee thing away as xe heads toward the counter. He pulls out several trays, eyeing the bowl of cookie dough as she sets its down to take them from him. It had been so long since he had homemade cookies...
Well. A little taste won't hurt.
A grin rising to his face, he stuck a hand in the bowl.
Granny playfully and gently smacks the back of Creachure's hand with the wooden stirring spoon, "now Possum! These cookies ain't done! Ya can have some once they finish cookin and coolin and not a moment sooner." She has a wide grin on her face as she uses her free hand to ruffle Creachure's hair.
Creachure yelped, snatching his hand back and instinctively sticking his tongue out at her. He quickly caught himself, blanching and standing up as straight as possible. He flinched, swallowing as Theater's hand raised. Why had he done that—he was so careless—he couldn't get anything right—he was just a stupid little—
It took a moment for xyr mind to catch up. Xyr hair was being ruffled playfully. There was no pain. There was no yelling. Xe wasn't in trouble. Drawing in a shaky breath, xe nodded, turning away and rearranging the baking trays absentmindedly.
Theater notices the way her little Possum tenses after being smacked. She will Get whoever did that, but for now she takes a deep breath and says, "im sorry for smacking ya Possum. Ya ain't in trouble for reaching for the dough, I'm just worried. Raw cookie dough can make ya really sick if ya eat it, okay?" She starts to roll the dough into balls and place it on the trays, "why don't you grab a few from the cookie jar over there to tide ya over till these are done? I made em yesterday."
Creachure nods timidly, giving her a small smile as he pads over to the cookie jar. Plucking a couple out of the jar, he nibbled on them slowly, watching Theater from the other side of the room.
Theater slips the cookies into the oven and sets the timer coming over to sit next to Creachure. She nibbles a cookie of her own, offering one to Daisy as she says, "about yesterday... I forgive you Possum. I know you were just worried and trying to defend me from what you saw as a danger. And I appreciate that. I do wish you hadn't shot him in the face but... Thank you."
Creachure listens to her words as he stares down at the floor. He opens he mouth to say... something. Anything. But nothing came out. He set down his cookie, suddenly losing his appetite.
Did she really forgive him? Something buried deep down told him no, no, he couldn't, shouldn't be forgiven. It didn't matter in the end, anyway. She was alive. He had done his part.
Xe simply nodded, holding out xyr half-eaten cookie for the bee to finish, his furrowed brow lifting a little in amusement as she sniffed at it.
Granny can also tell Creachure's mood has dipped and stands up with a plan to fix it, "I'll be right back Possum. Don't let Daisy eat any of the cookie dough, okay?"
She limps out of the room and after a bit comes back with a new sweater that looks very much like the one she originally gave Creachure, but better fitting as she actually has Xyr's measurements this time. She holds it out as she says, "your old one got a bit ripped up so I made ya a new one. Should fit better too."
After a moment of hesitation, he puts it on. Directly over the one he was already wearing.
The new sweater obviously fits perfectly, though it is slightly stretched out due to being put over not one, but two sweaters.
Regardless, his face lights up, grinning at her as if there had never been any tension between them. He opens his mouth to thank her, but all that comes out is a squeak as he barrels into her arms, hugging her tight around the middle.
