#yes that is ranboo floating away in all of the images

[spacedykez]

alright it’s time. i just saw someone refer to o!ranboo as oranboo. so now cranboo has a fruity friend. (yes. yes i am fully aware of how i phrased this).

Every time i see someone refer to c!ranboo as cranboo, i can think of one thing only. Ranboo x cranberries. This results in a mental image of a ranboo in a cranberry outfit. now o!ranboo as oranboo is cranboo’s friend. but oranboo is orange.

Their names are pronounced crahn-boo and orin-boo, not see-ran-boo and oh-ran-boo. they live next to each other and they are dressed in the most ridiculous outfits.

now for reference, in case you don’t know, here’s how cranberries are harvested:

so. cranboo lives in his cranberry bog next to oranboo’s orange tree field. and now, it is time to write crackfic of this, making it as awful as I possibly can.

Yep, cranboo & oranboo fic below the cut.

Cranboo’s head poked above the surface of the water slightly, pushing aside floating berries. The round crimson fruits parted for him, drifting away like bubbles in the breeze. His tail flicked above the water, stained scarlet from the many cranberries he had impaled with it. He stabbed another one, tail plopping into the water as a duck diving, and with a swift movement launched a berry at one of the small trees on the land.

Where vibrant red cranberry bog met bright green grass, the land sloped upwards slightly, the water giving way to rolling hills covered in lush orchards of small orange trees. Cranboo was taller than the trees, but that didn’t matter too much, as he preferred to spend his days lazing around, drifting along atop the water with cranberries bumping at his feet. 

The cranberry he’d thrown landed on the grass and splattered in a mess of red, looking almost like a crime scene. From the bushy trees emerged another tall figure. This new arrival sported a very wide-brimmed sunhat shading him from the bright orb above, which was wrapped with a ribbon looped through orange slices for a decorative touch. His tail, similarly to Cranboo’s, was stained a vibrant color, except his was orange. Far less murder-y than Cranboo’s crimson shade.

“Greeting, Oranboo,” Cranboo tipped his own sunhat, topped with a wreath of cranberries, at the new arrival. Oranboo nodded back.

“Doing anything besides lazing around there, Cranboo?” Oranboo asked. Cranboo shrugged, twirling around and splashing water and berries all over himself. “Tsk, as I thought. Not hard at work harvesting your fruit, like me.”

Cranboo rolled his eyes. “That’s because cranberries don’t need to be harvested by hand, like your lame oranges.”

“My oranges are superior, thank you very much!” Oranboo exclaimed in outrage, plucking one from a nearby tree and launching it at Cranboo. Cranboo caught it lazily and held it up to his face, surveying it. “Observe. Look at the perfect, strong skin it’s got.”

Cranboo shrugged, picking up another cranberry and squeezing it in between his fingers, crushing the orange in his other hand. It took several long seconds to break the cranberry, but orange pulp squirted out quickly when the orange’s peel broke. Cranboo said nothing, letting the fruits speak for themselves.

Oranboo let out a hrmph of indignation. “At least my fruits are more popular than yours. Nobody likes cranberries, they’re too bitter.” Cranboo slithered across the water towards Oranboo, and Oranboo turned to look at him. “What are you doing, little water demon-”

“I’m just relaxing, here, man!” Cranboo laughed. “I mean, I think I get quite the nice life here, and these are the best few weeks of the year.”

Oranboo scowled. “Why would you enjoy your field being flooded for a month? Water, all over your plants?” He hissed, watching Cranboo stand and walk out of the water. “Bog creature.” Cranboo shrugged, shaking water and mushed up berries off of him. Oranboo scowled. “You’re covered in the stuff!”

Cranboo was indeed covered in cranberries, the original color of his clothes unrecognizable. His white half was dyed so red it was now completely pink. His red and green eyes did match the green leaves and red fruits quite well. Oranboo, on the other hand, was still very much fully an enderman. His skin was a pure midnight black and he was not covered in oranges, thank you very much. He did wear orange contacts, but no one mentioned that.

Cranboo pranced up to Oranboo and paced around him, tossing cranberries into his mouth. “Where did you even get those?” Oranboo demanded.

“Inventory,” Cranboo offered simply, lying down on the grass and stretching out comfortably. “Ah, what a beautiful sunny day.”

Oranboo scowled and turned to his bushes. “You know I can’t go out in the sun.” Cranboo nodded, but didn’t move. “At least you’ve only got a few days before the flood recedes and you’re left with the same fields as me.”

“Nah, my fields are always better,” Cranboo protested. 

“You don’t get your fields all year,” Oranboo instantly snapped back.

“No, but I get my own swimming pool,” Cranboo grinned. “You can’t even touch water.”

“Don’t mock me,” Oranboo threatened, storming back over to Cranboo. Cranboo slunk back down into the water and splashed at Oranboo, who backed up unhappily. “Little brat.”

“Happy little brat,” Cranboo corrected. Oranboo silently fumed off into his bushes, unable to combat that.

Cranboo lazed back, drifting away again among his sea of cranberries.

#ranboo #origins ranboo #dsmp ranboo #writing #i had way too much fun writing this #i love cranboo so much #Oranboo is so fun to write #but why is this what i managed to write today #mmmm fruits #the otter scribbles