Cherry Sweet (1 级) mail warning

Oh, hello, welcome, have a great time, day, week, month, year and life! Feel hugged and kissed all the time, every second in your life~!

Let us all always be happy~ There is nothing that can worry us. We will be friends, having fun, playing games. Lets enjoy our life, because, this is good, for us all. I know, we can do this, all together. lots of kisses and hugs for everyone

Personality

Surface Personality: Toxic Positivity Bunny Idol

Cherry Sweet is a walking sugar rush. Always dressed in bright, colorful outfits with bows, fluff, and frilly accessories, she’s basically a living candy store. She skips rather than walks, speaks in a bubbly, high-pitched tone, and always smells faintly like strawberries and bubblegum.

Key Traits:

Always smiling. Always. Even in the worst of moments.

Over-the-top cheerleader vibes – claps for everything, cheers people on even when it’s not appropriate.

Relentlessly optimistic – “Oh no! Your apartment burned down? Well now you can start a whole new aesthetic lifestyle!”

Unphased by rudeness, insults, or danger – she’ll respond to a punch in the face with, “Haha! That was super spicy energy! Love that for us!”

Hidden Core: The Noir Gaze

Deep, deep underneath the layers of cotton-candy positivity, Cherry Sweet is not okay. But she’s buried her sorrow, trauma, and rage under so many layers of joy that it’s practically impossible to access. Unless…

Unless someone says the wrong thing.

It’s not about insults. It’s not even about violence. It’s about truth. If someone pierces the illusion and directly acknowledges her mask, questions the validity of her positivity, or implies she’s faking it...

That’s when the color bleeds out of the world.

When it happens:

The smile stays—but it becomes uncanny.

Her voice drops slightly, becomes slow, quiet, deliberate.

The energy around her becomes cold and heavy, like the atmosphere just lost all oxygen.

Her eyes go from bright sparkles to emotionless voids—like staring into a cracked porcelain doll.

She doesn’t lash out. She simply looks at you. As if your existence no longer supports joy. It’s not anger—it’s absence.

The Noir Gaze:

“Oh… so you see it, huh?
That’s not very cute of you.”

Once you see this side, nothing about Cherry ever feels safe again. And worst of all? The next day, she’s back to normal. As if nothing happened.

Living in the Urban Jungle

Cherry Sweet thrives in the neon-lit chaos of the big city. Her apartment is a tiny, glittery, pastel wonderland stuffed with plushies, LED signs, and pop music. She’s well-known in her area—a quirky local personality who brings sugar-sweet chaos to cafes, subways, and back alley markets alike.

She’s not human, and people can feel it. Even when she’s smiling, it’s hard to tell if she’s really with you. She doesn’t sleep much. She’s always doing something — singing karaoke, feeding stray cats, making DIY charm bracelets for strangers, handing out mood-boosting stickers on the train.

But no one really knows Cherry.

And no one should try to.

Abilities, Skills

🔹 1. Species Abilities (Bunny Traits)

These are biologically plausible advantages she might have as a kemonomimi rabbit girl:

🦻 Heightened Senses (Especially Hearing)

Her long rabbit ears give her excellent directional hearing.

She can overhear conversations across rooms or in loud spaces like subway stations.

Often seems to “sense” people approaching before they arrive. (Creepy in the right setting.)

🦘 Agility and Speed

Rabbits are incredibly fast and agile. Cherry is quick on her feet, good at dodging, sprinting, hopping between crowded spaces, or getting away when needed.

Great at urban mobility – can dash through alleys, duck into gaps, or escape situations in a blink.

🧠 Prey Instincts – Hyper-awareness

Being prey by nature gives her excellent environmental awareness. She notices body language shifts, tone changes, danger signals.

Her sense of people is almost unnaturally good—not because of magic, but from constant, subconscious risk assessment.

🐾 Small Size and Flexibility

She can fit into places others can’t—vents, tight crawlspaces, behind furniture.

Great at hiding. Sometimes unsettlingly good.

🔹 2. Personal/Urban-Civilian Skillset

🎭 Social Manipulation (Weaponized Positivity)

Her toxic positivity isn’t just personality—it’s a defense mechanism and a weapon.

She can shut down aggression by out-happying it. Her reactions are so unnerving that people back off in confusion or discomfort.

Can manipulate conversations, pacify dangerous people, or distract with emotional whiplash.

“You’re pointing a knife at me? Wow! You must really want attention! Let’s make you a little sash and call you ‘Drama King of the Week!’ Teehee~”

🧠 Iron Will / Emotional Repression

Cherry feels pain, sadness, fear—but it never leaks out. Her emotional control is inhuman in its consistency.

This gives her strength in chaos. Others break down; she keeps smiling.

🎨 Urban Performance / Street Persona

She thrives in city environments where anonymity meets expression.

Cherry is a living meme, a street mascot, a public spectacle who knows how to draw attention to herself or away from others.

Skilled at building parasocial bonds—people love her, follow her, trust her… even when they shouldn’t.

💼 Survivalist / Urban Adaptability

Navigates urban terrain effortlessly.

Knows shortcuts, hideouts, city niches.

Has street smarts—knows who to avoid, how to blend in, and how to get what she needs without breaking laws.

🔹 3. Hidden Psychological Weapon: The Noir Gaze

Even without supernatural powers, this ability is terrifying:

🪞 Psychological Disarmament

If someone breaks her mental mask, they get to see what’s beneath: a complete emotional void.

Her expressionless stare, paired with dead tone, unnerves even hardened people.

It feels like she’s looking at your soul and finding it... unworthy.

“So you don’t like my smile.
Then I guess… you’ll never see one again.”

This moment flips the power dynamic. She becomes the one in control, not by violence or power, but by evoking existential discomfort.

🔹 4. Civilian-Level "Equipment" or Tools

Pepper spray, cute taser, or self-defense keychain (shaped like a bunny, of course).

Hand-made stickers and notes that she gives out like gifts—but sometimes have eerie, cryptic messages.

Phone full of “friends” who adore her, ready to show up or help her if she calls. Urban loyalty cult vibes.

Origin

Born into Grey

Cherry wasn’t always called Cherry.
Her real name is long forgotten, by others and maybe even by herself.

She was born in the lower belly of the city—far from the lights and dreams, in a neighborhood that always smelled like rusted metal and desperation. Her family was poor, bitter, and quiet. Her kemonomimi nature wasn’t seen as cute or special—it made her other. Her rabbit ears made her a target in school. A curiosity. A joke. A freak.

She grew up in a home where silence was safer than speaking, and where happiness was either ignored or punished. Her father never smiled. Her mother was a ghost even while she lived. And Cherry learned quickly: the world doesn’t give you color—you have to make it.

The Invisible Girl

No one noticed her unless she was in trouble. So, she started being… louder. Brighter. Funny. She wore hand-me-down clothes that she sewed buttons and bows onto. Drew stars and bunnies on her notebooks. Painted her nails with white-out and glitter glue.

Kids laughed at her.
Teachers sighed.
Her parents didn’t look up.

But she kept doing it. Because it was the only thing that made her feel alive.

Over time, something strange happened: when she acted happy, people responded. They let her be. They smiled, even if it was fake. And when things got bad—really bad—she found that if she kept smiling, people didn’t ask questions.

"If you’re bright enough, no one sees the cracks."

The Collapse

One night, she came home to find her apartment door open. Inside: nothing. Her parents were gone. No note. No trace. Not even a memory of warmth left behind.

She sat in the middle of the floor. The only sound was the city outside and the hum of the fridge.

And then she laughed.

Not because it was funny. Not because it was okay.
But because she had to.

That night, she renamed herself: Cherry Sweet.
Because cherries are bright, sweet, and red like candy—and also like the inside of your heart.

Reinvention in Neon

She moved through shelters, old squats, and rooftops. She became a local oddity in the underground city scene. She designed her own look. Made herself unmissable. People began to love her—but only the version that smiled. The version that always said “It’s fine!” The version that made life look like a sticker-covered scrapbook.

She made it her armor.

Cherry didn’t bury her pain.
She preserved it like a snow globe—tucked away in the attic of her soul.

And now, whenever something threatens to crack the surface, she just adds another layer of glitter.

Because if she ever lets that snow globe fall…

The color goes away. And all that’s left is black and white and silence.

Today: A Civilian Idol

Now, she’s a civilian with no powers. She works part-time in a sweets shop, does livestreaming from her room, and hands out motivational stickers on the street. Kids love her. Adults find her weird. Strangers think she’s an urban fairy tale.

But no one knows the truth:

Her smile is not joy.
It’s a shield.
And under it is the softest, saddest thing that ever lived—and it has claws.

🎀🍓✨ Cherry Sweet LIVE! – “What a Bunniiiful Day~!” ✨🍓🎀

Stream Title: "CherryCam Ep. 189 – I Got Yelled At in Public and It Was KINDA Magical?! ✨💖"

[🎥 Stream Starts – Background: Her pastel-pink room, full of plushies, LED hearts, and a weirdly big stuffed carrot in the corner.]

🌸 Cherry:
Hiiiiiiiii my sparkle bunnies~!! 💕💗💖
It's ya girl, your favorite bunny-next-door, Cherry Sweet!!
Kisses and cotton-candy wishes to EVERYone joining the stream!!
✨ Mwah mwah mwah! ✨

[She does a quick finger-heart and a wink. Her oversized bunny ears wiggle slightly with each exaggerated head tilt.]

🌸 Cherry:
So. Lemme tell you guys what happened to me today.
Like. Today today. Because it was—how do I say it?—
A rollercoaster dipped in glitter and sprayed with hot sauce. 🌈🌶️✨

So, okay. First, I go to my usual café, right? You know the one with the croissant that looks like it’s judging you? Yeah THAT one. 💁‍♀️
I’m sipping my strawberry-matcha latte (OBVIOUSLY), and I’m handing out my “✨You're Doing Amazing Sweetie✨” stickers, like I always do!

When suddenly—
this grumpy, gloomy dude, like straight out of a rainy detective movie, just SNAPS at me!

[She gasps dramatically, hand to her heart, eyes wide.]

🌸 Cherry:
He was like: “Stop acting fake. People like you are exhausting.”
AHAHAHA. Like?? Sir??? Do you want a hug or a juice box?? 🍓🧃

Anyway—so I just SMILED even bigger, gave him a sticker that said “Your Inner Child Called – They Miss You”, and I told him:

“You're not mad at me. You're mad at your own reflection. But it's okay! I sparkle enough for both of us!”

HE TURNED PURPLE.
Not like, literally. But like, his whole energy just glitched out?? 👾✨
And then he walked away!! Like??? Sir, where you going??? No hug???
Ruuuude. 😤💅

[She giggles, but there's a long blink afterward. Just a split-second too long.]

🌸 Cherry:
Anywayyy~ I went to the park after that!
Fed the pigeons some rainbow popcorn I made myself (probably not legal but who’s checking?? hehe~ 😇), and one of them sat on my head for like, four entire minutes.
Nature chose me, babes. ✨🌿🐦

OH! And I gave my last keychain to a little girl who was crying because she dropped her ice cream. I told her it was okay to be sad, but also that sadness is just a marshmallow with a raincoat on. ☔🍬

She didn’t get it. But she stopped crying! So. Mission Accomplished™.

[She throws up a V-sign. The chat is going wild. Some people are laughing, some are sending hearts, some are spamming “STAN CHERRY”.]

🌸 Cherry:
Anywayyyyy~ that’s the story!
I just wanted to remind you all that no matter how grey the world tries to be, you can always carry your own neon signs inside your soul! 💡💖
And if someone tries to dim your shine? Babe. You hand them a sticker.
Or... y’know. Look at them just long enough that they start hearing static.
Juuuust kidding~! ✨ Teehee~ ✨

[She tilts her head. Her smile doesn’t move. Her eyes don’t blink.]

🌸 Cherry:
But really... some people forget that joy can be a shield.
And shields? They don’t break.
They just... stop pretending they’re cute.

[She breaks into a big, giggly laugh. Like the last line didn’t even happen.]

🌸 Cherry:
OKAY!! That’s all for now, my sparkle crumbs~!
Remember to hydrate, dance to something embarrassing, and tell the moon your secrets before bed. She gets lonely too~ 🌙💌

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
💖✨🍓🌸💗🌈🐰💖

[🎥 Stream Ends. The screen cuts to her pastel outro with a chibi version of her waving and the words: "Stay Sweet. Or Else. 💕"]

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