#musically delicious! pretty cure

[rainbowdelicartz]

Meet Cure Fondue!! The Protag/Leader of my Fan Cures from my Fanseries/Fan Season Musically Delicious! Pretty Cure!

She's a Junior in High School whose family owns a retro themed diner that's very revered in the town they live in and it's a regular hang out spot for many, her dress/theme in her Cure Form came from the Diner's giant Cheese Fondue Fountain (based off of the one from Golden Corral lolol)

She's peppy, cheery, happy-go-lucky, bright, sweet, compassionate, and always loves to learn about all kinds of different things to do with food, music, culture, and history since those are her biggest interests

She is very passionate about keeping the spirit of all her interests (especially culture and history) alive and thriving, hence, she is also very determined to do her best at being the leader of her Team and keeping the world's greatest knowledge safe!

Please do enjoy friends!!

[ART COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!]

[static-electric-dreams]

More fan/concept art for Musically Delicious by @rainbowdelicartz !! This time it's Cure Rice! Her color scheme and overall theme was so fun to draw-- soon enough, perhaps she'll be joined by her twin! 👀

[cure-mango]

If I owned Precure I'd definitely made a series of OVAs that just cures from different teams hanging out or focus on background cures.

[updraftshining]

now finally onto the AMVs I made:

Cure Finale Gezebelle Gaburgably AMV Deep Web

WARNING: ALL OF MY AMVS USE A LOT OF BRIGHT COLORS, FLASHING LIGHTS AND OVERALL GLITCHY EFFECTS. DO NOT WATCH IF YOU ARE SENSIBLE TO THIS TYPE OF STUFF.

this AMV is a time pocket for me, it's a reminder of the time in 2022 where I was bullied daily by what a year ago where people i considered friends, the AMV itself does not mention bullying anywhere,

I LOVE Cure Finale a lot a lot i think she is peak Precure design, a boundary breaking design that utilizes so many colors so many different little details it maximizes what a Precure design could be at its maximum, I love her not only in terms of design but also character obviously although my view of her is definitely obfuscated by just how much i project myself and my headcanons onto her..

About the AMV itself I'm very very proud of it, Its one of my best work yet and I wouldn't be able to recreate it nowadays, I absolutely looooove Gezebelle Gaburgably as well, she is one of the best singers of our era, so much talent all of her songs are BANGERS, and her lyrics are literally me omfggg, it saddens me the lack of AMVs with her songs.

[crossoverquest]

For @bergeronprocess most of all out of the whole Pretty Cure fandom because she gave me a confidence boost.

Ohaka Minami

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Cure Ego: Cure Mori

Ohaka is a hazel eyed and brown haired gothic fashion enthusiast and the curator of Limona Cemetery as it is in Earth-13, but what nobody knew until the Inaka Musume Cures, the Bomber Girls Cures, the Aloha Cures, Cure Peace, Cure Yum-Yum, and Cure Custard found out is that she was a pawn in a Pretty Cure hunting scheme. The Pretty Cure Graveyard had been creating Padgewurks, which are monsters that personify the despair of the Cures that were once trapped there; these monsters aimed to finish the Pretty Cure Hunt that Phantom started and created Ohaka’s Cure Ego, Cure Mori, in pursuit of this end.

Cure Mori’s fashion sense is a mix between Beetlejuice’s and Puss in Boots’s personification of Death himself, with elements of the Scream's mask added for good measure in matters regarding evildoing. According to her accounts, she carries a scythe that allows her to absorb energy and fire it back at her enemies. On top of that, she also knows a more powerful version of Eternal Gauge that allows her to use the abilities of anyone she sends to the Pretty Cure Graveyard. Her abilities are limitless as far as the Inaka Musume Cures knew, and that led to them calling for help from other Cure teams. Cure Mori is also a sadist; she knew about the Cures that had been sent to the Pretty Cure Graveyard during the Happiness Charge era and that they fear the thought of returning.

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Heavier

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean's reaction to a fem!reader that's a metalhead

Warning: none, sexism? if you squint like really hard

A/N: its implied that the reader is adopted/ related to Bobby in some way, not proofread all mistakes are my own

The Winchester brothers had been staying with Bobby for a little while. You hadn't known them very long, but you had quickly found your similarities. Dean had been outside fixing up the impala and Sam was helping. When the boys came in to get out if the heat, they were greeted by the delicious scent of food and the sound of metal music playing from the kitchen. Usually they never heard your music. You often listened through earbuds, but this was your home and the house had been empty until they came in.

The boys shared a look of intrigue and poked their heads into the kitchen. You were standing over the stove cooking dinner and moving to the beat, clearly 'in your zone'. You and Dean had had brief conversations about music. He knew you shared a love of bands like the Cure, Metallica and Black Sabbath, but this was heavier than he listened to. Honestly, he thought it was pretty awesome.

Sam elbowed his brother in the side. "Dude, how does it feel that a girl has a more badass music taste than you", he teased with a grin.

"Shut up." Dean shoved his shoulder.

You turned around from the stove, their bickering alerting you of their presence. You turned the knob on the radio to turn down your music causing their heads to snap back to look at you.

"You boys hungry?", you asked, trying not to laugh at the fact that they looked like two children who had been caught.

"Hell yes," Dean responded, nudging you from in front of the sink to wash the gear oil off his hands.

"Yes please," Sam said politely.

You smiled at how different they were sometimes. Sam was much more personable than Dean was. But you were starting to like Dean's gruff, cocky attitude, even if he annoyed the hell out of you sometimes.

After Bobby joined the boys at the table, you sat plates of good food in front of them. Dean smiled appreciatively at you. Good music taste and a good cook. Yeah he was really starting to like you.

[shady-the-simp]

I FUCKING LOST THE ASK BECAUSE TUMBLRS A BITCH. Some lovely anon asked for subby charlie crying with a soft dom sadist reader. Here it is! I added a Mommy kink because it felt right.

Happy Tears

Charlie Walker x Fem!Reader

A/N: for some fucking reason I wrote this like very...detailed or something? idk but I like it, so... enjoy!

Word count: 502

Warnings: mommy kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, my endless love for Rory's gorgeous blue eyes, a mention of Charlies fanboyness?, my guesses at Charlies music taste, unprotected sex (wrap it, people!)

"Fuck! Momma- *hic* Momma, please. I can't, i-" He cut himself off with a whine, trying to squirm away from your touch.

"Charlie, you've only cum twice though, baby~" Fuck, he's so pretty when he cries.

"Can you be good for me and give me just one more?" The way he rapidly nods his head, bringing a smile to your face.

"I'm gonna ride your pretty cock, baby." He looked up at you pleadingly, those beautiful blue eyes glassy from the tears of the past hour.

"Mhm. Wanna make you feel good too momma." You stroked his cheek with a soft touch, one that felt lovingly familiar.

Grabbing his cock, you gave it a few slow strokes, placing one last kiss to the tip and guiding towards your entrance. He whined at the contact, unconsciously bucking his hips, sliding himself into you accidentally.

"Ah! FuCK! I'm s-sorry momma!" His breaths shuddered as you continued to sink down onto him, his girth stretching you deliciously. You smiled down at him, letting him know you weren't mad at all.

You slightly shifted your hips, sending shock waves of please through Charlie. He whimpered and jerked his hips again, the sensitivity coming on strong already.

"Doing so well baby, momma's so proud." He smiled at you and did his best to fuck up into you, the trembling of his thighs aiding to his struggle. He knew your body like the plot of stab 1, and you, his. He knew the exact angle in this position to hit to slam straight into the sweet, spongy spot of yours.

You threw your head back and rocked your hips, back and forth, back and forth. Charlie did his best not to cum yet, trying to focus on something else in the room to distract him.

The clock on the wall, slowly ticking rhythmically, mocking his unsteady breaths. Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

The slight whirr of the paused Cure CD on the CD player, whirring in wait of when he'd play it. Whrrr.

The ding of his notifications going off, he completely forgot that you were supposed to be at a party with your friends, they were probably going off in the group chat. Ding! Ding! Ding!

And he finally turned back towards you. Fuck. The slight tremble of your plush bottom lip, your perfect bouncing tits, the few hickies on your neck from earlier. Looking down at where you both connected, he could've came right there.

There was a ring of your creamy slick around the base of his cock, making this lewd, wet, slapping noise every time your hips met. You tipped his head up to look at you.

You leaned in and kissed him, giving him that shove towards the edge that he so desperately needed. He pulled away quickly to warn you of his oncoming release. Choked whimpers and moans coming out in place of words.

Tick-Tock, Whrrr, Ding! And you.

"Shit- close!" He swore he saw stars.

"Go ahead and cum for me. My good boy."

[callsign-venus]

Just Our Luck | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Despite how hard the universe tries to ruin it, you and Bradley have the perfect night.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, nudity (in a PG-13 way), bradley being protective, unwanted touching (from a stranger), swearing

a/n: this is my first fic that I've published (both on this blog and also in, like, years), but I'm ready to get back into fic writing! hope you enjoy x

Lately, work has been hard for you and Bradley both. Though your version of “hard” is mounting pressure to meet ridiculously short deadlines, and his version is more like two near-death experiences, you both acknowledged you deserve a nice night out. Bradley made a reservation at an Italian restaurant on the other side of town, and you splurged on a dress you’d been eying for months. It clings to your frame deliciously, and you spend a moment longer than usual in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. It was even a good hair day, you couldn’t believe your luck.

“You ready?” Bradley walks into your bedroom, momentarily fiddling with a button on his blazer. But when he looks up and catches sight of you, it loses his attention. He’s on you in a few quick strides, one hand finding its rightful place between your ass and lower back, the other near the nape of your neck, his fingers skimming the skin where it meets your shoulder.

“Gorgeous girl,” he says as he breathes in your freshly applied perfume.

“You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” It’s true – you love when he gets dressed up for date nights. You would happily take him in sweaty fatigues or – better yet – nothing at all, but it makes your heart swell knowing he planned a nice outfit with you in mind.

He fingers the low back of your dress. “Can’t wait to come back home to this.”

“I’ll be all yours,” you seal your promise with a kiss. “But only after you get me a nice glass of pinot noir and a heaping serving of fettuccine alfredo.”

“You’re the boss.” He squeezes your ass before letting you go.

You gather your purse and your phone, feeling the warmth of his eyes as they follow you across the room. Then, you two are out the door, his arm around you once more.

He opens the door to the Bronco, and you slide in. 

As Bradley pulls out of the driveway, you feel the tension of last week begin to melt away. When his hand finds your bare thigh, you can’t even remember what was stressing you out to begin with. Driving with Bradley was a cure for everything. His smell (something salty and a little woodsy) and his dad music envelope you, his assured grip on your thigh one of your favorite ways to be touched. And if you get sick of the view outside the windshield, you can always look to your left to get a better one – one that comes with a mustache, aviators, and more-often-than-not, a cocky smile because he catches you looking from the corner of his vision. 

“Fuck.” Bradley slams on the breaks as the car ahead of him comes to a near complete stop. His arm flies up to your chest to cushion you as you jolt forward. “You ok?”

“I’m ok.” You chuckle. You’ve had time to get used to his aggressive driving by now.

His hand falls back to your thigh.

“Fuck me,” he says.

Gleaming taillights welcome you into the bumper to bumper traffic that packs the highway.

“I’m sure it will clear up,” you say, but you don’t believe it yourself.

It didn’t clear up. In the end, you two make it to the restaurant. Unfortunately, you’re almost an hour late.

“Sorry,” the hostess says more to Bradley than to you, “our next available seating won’t be for another two hours.”

“There’s nothing you can do?” He asks because he knows you’ve been looking forward to this reservation since he made it a week ago.

“I’m sorry, but no,” she responds.

You grab his elbow with your hand and steer him out of the restaurant.

“Jesus, I am so sorry,” he says you walk out the door and trade the smell of roasted garlic for the secondhand smoke of someone’s cigarette.

“It’s ok,” you say despite your rumbling stomach. “Neither of us even thought to check traffic.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve. Now our night’s ruined.”

“Don’t say that, silly boy.” You peck a quick kiss on his jawline. “At least now we get to see the sunset.”

You’ve made it back to the Bronco, and from this vantage point, you can see the ocean across the street. It is awash with a reflection of the red and pink clouds above. You two stand for a moment, soaking in the view.

“Hey, what about seafood for dinner?” Bradley points across the street to a squat blue building with large windows and a neon sign reading Uncle Mo’s. 

You scan the parking lot. Not very many cars. You could probably get seated right away. “Sure, sounds good to me.”

You and Bradley stare at each other from across the lopsided table, making a shared mental note: if a restaurant is not busy on a Friday night, do not eat there.

But by the time you had realized your shared mistake, you were already being sat down at a sticky vinyl booth. Despite the great views of the beach (which Bradley let you face), it was clear that Uncle Mo’s had little to offer in terms of comfort and cuisine. A slightly fishy smell permeated the restaurant, you had to ignore a suspicious puddle on the table, and the food in front of the few other patrons didn’t exactly look edible.

When you order a glass of red to make yourself feel better, you expect it to be less than stellar. You expect to be not-so-pleased with it. However, you don’t expect to end up with it splashed all over your lap — and your new dress.

“Fuck.” It seems to be Bradley’s favorite word of the night. He knows how much you were looking forward to this evening, he knows how much time and effort you put into looking flawless, how much you both deserved a nice evening after the last couple weeks. And now you were looking at him, your eyes shining with unwept tears, a wine stain bleeding across your chest and your lap.

Before you can react, the waiter is on you – dabbing your lap with paper napkins. He smushes around the wet mash of napkin, making the stain worse. You want to shove him away. Mistakes happen, but you don't need a late twenty-something’s hands all over your lap. But the whole thing is already an ordeal, and you don’t want to cause a scene.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, “the glass just slipped, I’ll —”

“Stop touching her.”

Thank god Bradley is always willing to make a scene for you.

Your eyes meet his with a silent thank you, even though the waiter is too overcome with the napkins and babbled apologies to hear the quietly rumbled threat.

An uncharacteristic frown darken’s Bradley’s features. He stands up, all muscle and golden skin and perfectly ruffled hair. “I said: stop touching her.”

The waiter takes one look at Bradley Bradshaw and scurries away, hands full of damp napkins.

“Sweet girl,” Bradley coos as he takes your hands in his. “We can’t catch a break tonight, huh?”

You shake your head.

“Wanna get out of here?” His eyes are so deep, searching yours for a way to make it up to you — even though nothing has been his fault.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He pulls you gently to your feet and immediately his arm is around you like a shield. Though the night has been disastrous, you’re so glad you’ve been able to spend it with him. Even now, reeling from a stranger’s unwanted touch and the ruin of your new dress, you feel perfectly safe in his arms.

Once you are settled in the car, Bradley turns to you, his finger rubbing a sweet circle against your wrist. “Want to get ice cream?”

Normally you would never turn him down for ice cream. But nothing tonight has gone to plan, and you don’t want to risk another mishap. Besides, you already know exactly what you want.

“I just want to go home and be with you.”

“Can do, pretty girl.” He pulls your wrist to his mouth and gives it a kiss before pulling out of the parking spot. Luckily, traffic isn’t so bad on the way home.

But the rain comes fast.

Angry clouds roll in from over the ocean, splashing torrents of rain across the streets of your neighborhood. The windshield wipers whine with effort, but they can’t clear the rain fast enough. Bradley slows down to about 10 miles per hour — the slowest you’d ever seen him drive.

“Just our luck,” you groan.

“The price of a beautiful sunset.” Bradley pulls into the driveway. “We can try to wait it out.”

You shake your head. “The stain on my dress is already setting.”

“Ok, give me a second.” Before you can even shout his full name, he wrestles himself out of his blazer, tosses it on your lap, and slips out of the car. He races to your side.

Already, he’s soaked.

You shriek as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you out of your seat. You raise his blazer to cover you both as he makes a mad dash to the front door, but even so you are both drenched by the time you cross the threshold.

He stands on your welcome mat, which absorbs all the water dripping off the both of you. The rain had cooled his skin, draining it of its usual warmth, but you don’t mind. You drop the sopping blazer and plant your palms on his cheeks.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you say, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

You share a rain-chilled kiss that sends a shiver across your skin. As if he can feel the goosebumps on your arms, he slowly walks you to your bathroom. Inside, the rain is nice. It sends a lively hum through the house, and tap dances across your bathroom skylight.

He sets you down on the tile, then turns the taps of the bathtub. You watch amused as he holds his hand under the water until the temperature is just right, then he turns back to you.

“Sweet girl.” He brushes a strand of wet hair off your cheek.

You pull him in for another kiss.

When you finally pull apart, he lifts your dress up over your head. Then, he unclasps your bra, and hangs it up on a towel hook to dry. Then he kneels on the cool tile and pulls your panties down so you can step out of them.

“Not how I pictured getting naked at the end of tonight,” you laugh.

“There will be other nights.” Bradley smiles as he stands and takes you in – not lustfully, just appreciative of your body, of you. “Believe me, tomorrow will be a fresh day.”

“It better be.”

He kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

You take a deep breath, knowing that he’s right.

“Ah,” he straightens suddenly. “I almost forgot.”

He opens a cabinet under the sink and retrieves a bright pink bottle — it’s the bubble bath you had pestered him to get at the store the last time you went.

“It’s time we put this to good use.” He dumps nearly half the bottle under the still running spout. Almost immediately, the bath swells with pearly-white bubbles.

He scoops you up and lays you down gently in the tub. The water immediately brings warmth back to your bones.

“I’ll be right back.” Bradley scoops your dress off the floor, and pads off to tend to the stain. Though you appreciate him trying to save your dress, you wish he was sharing this bath with you instead.

You drag your hand through the fast-growing mountains of bubbles. After a minute, you turn off the tap, then sink lower in the tub.

How did the night go so wrong, but end up so lovely?

Your answer walks through the door, lit candle in hand. The subtle scent of lavender bleeds into the room.

“And there you go.” He sets the candle on the counter, looking mighty proud of himself. “Need anything else?”

“Join me?” You hold out your hand to him. 

A giant smile cracks across his face. In a second, he rips off his clothes and is gingerly stepping behind you in the tub. Slowly, slowly, he sinks down, his lips finding the curve of your shoulder and peppering small kisses while his hands massage your lower back. You lean back against him, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“Can my dress be saved?” You ask.

He smiles against your soapy skin. “If the detergent and hydrogen peroxide have anything to say about it.”

“Thank god,” you say as the last of your tension dissolves in the bath water around you. “If I couldn’t wear that dress again, I would just die.”

“You would die? How do you think I would go on living knowing you could never wear that again?”

“I did look good in that dress, huh?”

“Good?” Bradley wraps one arm around your stomach. “Darling, you looked beautiful. So beautiful.”

The rain dances on the rooftop, the storm not having lessened in the slightest. You don’t mind because it sent you to this bath with Bradley, brought his thumbed circles to your lower back, his sweetened whispers to your ears. If this evening’s disappointments had all led you to a bath shared with Bradley Bradshaw at the end of the night, you thought it was more than a fair trade.

[fmsaccharine]

precure archive v 1.whatever

been a long time since i put anything on tumblr, forgot to keep this updated! click here for link to my drive currently contains - the vast majority of "cure cure pretty" a radio show that was hosted during hapcha/gopri, some episodes are still lost, dm me if you got em!

-various promo dvds from the early age of the franchise, featuring commercials and kigurumis marketing the show/toys to the viewer

-the musical stage shows from fresh to gopri

-the max heart and futari wa/max heart magazine promo pc game

-various books, from official complete books to animage issues to the costume chronicle and a vast array of picture books, as well as the max heart and gopri manga

-the taiwanese mandarin dubs for healin good, precure a la mode, tropical rouge, delicious party, and hirogaru sky

-some misc stuff i havent bothered writing here

i try keeping it regularly updated, after my huge spree in the beginning ive slowed down to adding something usually once a week or every other week, the most recent thing is the fresh precure picture books

have fun!

[bug-bites]

LET THEM COOK!

tw: none! just pure fluff :]

pairings: task force 141 x gn!reader (can be either platonic or romantic)

summary: cooking with tf-141 heacanons :3

characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, and gary "roach" sanderson

notes: first batch of headcanons yurrrr 🗣️‼️💯 (sorry if they're a bit ooc im abt to eep :P)

john price

he's a cook from the heart type of guy and it always turns out (surprisingly) really good

most of the recipes he has memorized are probably comfort meals or hangover cures

this man is so well meaning, standing behind you and helping you with every damn thing no matter how small the task. he does the thing where he holds your hand when you're chopping anything with a knife or stirring and guides you. it gets a bit overbearing but he's trying his to help

probably acts like you have never seen an oven/stovetop before and is constantly reminding you its hot as if thats not the whole point of it

he likes playing music while he cooks with you (most likely a shared playlist between the both of you) he likes humming along to it and he likes it even more when he can hear you hum along with him

the meal he defaults to making with you is probably chicken pot pie that tastes just like home

kyle "gaz" garrick

this man can BAKE. cake? muffins? cookies? he's got a recipe for it and you bet your ass its a damn good recipe.

he probably enjoys having the great british bake off in the background while he cooks

out of all the guys in TF-141, gaz is probably the one you should trust the most in there with you. when its the two of you in the kitchen not only do you get things done efficiently, it ends up being super fun with minimal chaos!

you definitely made each other those super cute lunchbox cakes for each other at one point

as much as he loves trying new recipes with you, making strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch with you is one he will always default to. he prefers his slice with a side of whipped cream <3

john "soap" mactavish

i dont think any of the guys are completely incompetent in the kitchen, when left alone in a kitchen soap could probably make a pretty good meal. emphasis on him alone in the kitchen

but when it is you two in the kitchen it will take a lot longer than expected or go to shit (but will still be edible!)

gets into flour fights with you even if the recipe doesn't call for any. he just grabs it out the pantry and WHAPOW it looks like the pillsbury dough boy just fucking exploded

he also keeps eating things he's not supposed to. raw cookie dough, batter, straight up flour, etc he probably took a bite or two for "taste testing purposes" of course. he's lucky he's got an iron stomach because if his immune system was even the tiniest bit weaker food poisoning would be beating his ass

one thing that you would enjoy making together would probably be crème brûlée. of course he get the honors of the little blowtorch part but you could get away with doing a few if you ask very nicely

gary "roach" sanderson

he takes the smaller tasks like chopping things up, washing fruits and veggies, or keeping the countertops organized and he does a really good job at whatever small task you give him

ask him to slice something up for you and trust they will be in the most perfect even slices you have ever seen in your life

if you're baking together he would love watching whatever delicious creation you made together rise in the oven. he likes just sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor, feeling the warmth radiating from the oven as he watches the baked goods cook. the first time he did this you didn't realize he was just sitting on the floor so you tripped over him

your go-to thing to make together is definitely chocolate chip cookies. roach likes putting small designs on top with chocolate chips like hearts, smiley faces, or just cuss words because he's silly like that

they come out really good but if you share with someone else make sure you don't hand them one that says "dick" in all capital letters

simon "ghost" riley

he has all the measurements with him and a scale to measure ingredients so you think he's precise and it will be all fine right? wrong. sure he measures his ingredients but if he goes over he probably doesn't try to fix it. ghost is the type of guy to shrug it off and adds it to the bowl anyways. to him measurements are suggestions

this bitch doesnt level his measuring cups

this usually goes well for cooking but for baking not so much

has forgotten to add in seasonings on a number of occasions so right before you put it in the oven you have to do a whole checklist to make sure that everything that should be in there is actually in there

favorite thing to make together is probably pesto pasta. most of it is measured by heart which he definitely appreciates and also less dishes to wash!

[rainbowdelicartz]

Meet Cure Butter!! The Second Member of Musically Delicious! Pretty Cure!

She is Cure Fondue's best friend (in both Civilian and Cure Forms), and personality-wise, she's basically a mix of Pinkie Pie, Tigger, and Bubbles from TPPG and is Mexican/Latina!

Her family owns a small local Mexican restaurant that has a good reputation for having the best chilaquiles, enchiladas, burritos, tacos, pozole, and empanadas that you'd ever come across. To help her family and share her passion for cooking authentic Mexican cuisine, she also runs her own Taco & Street Corn Truck on the weekends and in the summer!

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I hope you all enjoy her!!

[ART COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!]

[static-electric-dreams]

Next in the Pretty Cure Musically Delicious lineup: Cure Butter! Her weapon (a macahuitl) was so unique and fun to draw! I also had fun with the pose ^^

Of course, Musically Delicious and all its OCs belong to @rainbowdelicartz !

[baileypie-writes]

~Ideas/Themes for your Pretty Cure OCs~

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If you enjoy making yourself as a Pretty Cure character like me, here are some themes you could go! For some, I even provide colors. By the way, I’m only putting seasons that have obvious themes.

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~Fresh Precure~

Theme: Fruits

Grape - Color: Purple or Green

Kiwi - Color: Green or Brown

Lime - Color: Green

Apple - Color: Green

Plum - Color: Purple

Pumpkin(yes, they are fruits) - Color: Orange

Orange or tangerine - Color: Orange

Pear - Color: Green

Cantaloupe - Color: Orange

~Heartcatch Precure~

Theme: Flowers

Clover(not really a flower) - Color: Green

Skeleton Flower - Color: White

Lily - Color: White

Lily of the valley - Color: White

Spider lily - Color: Red or orange

Forever Susan - Color: Black, orange or red

Black Narcissus - Color: Black and/or red

Bat flower - Color: Black

Dandelion puff - Color: White

Bell flower - Color: White or green

Moon flower - Color: White

Jade vine - Color: Green or teal/cyan

Ghost orchid - Color: White

Any succulent - Color: Green

~Suite Precure~

Theme: Music

Harmony

Symphony

Crescendo

Decrescendo

Note

Pitch

Soprano

Alto

~Doki Doki Precure~

Theme: Playing cards

Joker

Queen

King

~Kira Kira Precure a la Mode~

Theme: Sweets

S’more’s

Pie

Beignets

Crepe

Mochi

Cake pop

Tart

~Hugtto Precure~

Theme: Professions

Artist

Actor

Teacher

Astronaut

Construction worker

Fashion designer

Police officer

Firefighter

Your dream job!

~Star Twinkle Precure~

Theme: Space

Black hole

Satellite

Solar system

Universe

Meteorite

Rocket ship

~Healin’ Good Precure~

Theme: Elements(I based these off the Element Bottles in the show)

Fire - Color: Red

Thunder/lightning - Color: Orange

Ice - Color: White

Leaf - Color: Green

Rainbow - Color: Rainbow

Sun - Color: Orange

Snow - Color: White

Air - Color: Green

~Tropical Rouge Precure~

Theme: Tropical/Summer

Shells

Lagoon

Reef

Any sea creature

Sand

The sun

Tropical flowers

Hidden treasure?

~Delicious Party Precure~

Theme: Savory foods

Salad

Kabob

Sushi

Corndog

Takoyaki

Soup/stew/curry

Soda(I know this isn’t food)

Coffee

Tea

~Soaring Sky Precure~

Theme: Sky

Sunset/Sunrise - Color: Red or yellow

Sunlight - Color: Yellow

Storm cloud - Color: Black or grey

Lightning - Color: Yellow

Northern lights - Color: Rainbow

Wind

Let me know if these gave you any inspiration!

~~~🎀~~~🎀~~~🎀~~~

~~baileypie-writes

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𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔—𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎. — DISSONANT REVERIE; ZEROSASHES ON AO3. ( RADIOSTATIC. )

welcome to a series that probably will not continue because i am so bad at finding fics to stick by :,) hazbin ao3 fics i’m recommending on this blog!

tags. (my own, not the author’s just to give a brief summary of the overall tone of this fic) enemies to lovers-esque , blood and violence , but they still want each other BAD , pretty prose !!!! , radiosilence-esque

i wrote my favorite lines from 2 of the chapters in the comments if you’d like to see my anecdotes, but besides the excellent metaphors and imagery the author uses, they also write vox and alastor’s dynamic SO WELL. there’s always a hint of yearning in each sentence they exchange but also so much vile things waiting to be hurled at each other, it’s so delicious. let me gather my favorite lines!

“Their laughter danced like music notes in the air, mingling with the sweet scent of whiskey and the gentle hum of jazz.”

“It’s an old dance. They wield their past like weapons, knowing precisely how to hurt each other.”

— chapter 1.

“Vox’s heart feels like a bird, throwing itself madly against the cage of his chest.”

“This constant dance, each twist etching new scars into each other.”

— chapter 2.

“Alastor's relentless taunts reverberate, echoing in the hollow spaces between them. His restraint shatters like glass as he backhands Alastor across the face.”

“The way they collide, the way they entwine: an unending performance. So well-rehearsed that each step, each touch, feels destined, inevitable, as they twist themselves to fill their roles.”

“but it’s the reluctant hope that is worse than the fear.”

“They frame Alastor like a regal crown of shadows, the colossal horns a burden he carries with the grace of a titan perched on his dais.”

— chapter 4.

i didn’t write anything for chapter 3 sadly as i was quite tired when reading it but i might update this if i go back to reread that chapter because i DO remember having more lines from that chapter that stuck with me.

anyway, zerosashes, if you’re reading this, i’ll have you know that i only quote specific parts bc i can’t just throw the entire chapter into the comments when i quote your fic, but i would if i could BECAUSE YOUR WRITING IS THAT GOOD. AGH. i am ill. this is the cure i do not care.

ANYWAY GO CHECK THIS FIC OUT!!

[milkthecouch]

Mission accomplished!

Yes, today I had a mission: find Wonderful Pretty Cure merchandise and a Sprigatito from Pokémon plush. And what better place to look than Little Tokyo?

I started off looking in Marukai, which is famous for selling shokugan, or candy toys. After two minutes of searching for the candy toy aisle, my eye saw something I had been wanting to buy for a while: the PreCute figurines for Wonderful Pretty Cure! They had all four, but I wound up picking up my two favorite Cures from the season: Cure Wonderful and Cure Lillian. They also had the playset for the dolls and some keychains. In Marukai's sister store, they had a bit more, but I decided to pass on it.

As for Sprigatito, I found her at a little store that mostly sold figurines such as nendoroids. They had plush keychains of various Pokémon characters, the one I was looking for included. And according to the tag, this doll is a Korean import!

After this, I stopped in Kinokuniya, and they had many Hirogaru Sky Pretty Cure-era books, and even some books of the NHK preschool show I like, Inai Inai Baa!, in the toddler section. One of the books they had was one I got for Christmas last year, Wanwan no Kakurenbo.

I then went to go find an anime plush, preferably a nesoberi, by looking in the main marketplace of Little Tokyo. After some failed attempts in several stores, I found a Tokyo Japanese Outlet store that had Hololive Friends With U plushies...including Momosuzu Nene. I was going to buy her to have a smaller Nene, but she was $55, which would've left me with NO MONEY to buy the Joy from Inside Out plush in Disneyland (which, coincidentally, I saw another kid in our hotel lobby with this morning), so I passed.

I did get two snacks from Little Tokyo. The first was a melon pan I bought from Nijiya Market. Melon pan is one of my favorite foods, and this particular one looked pretty! Later, Dad bought me a pizza bun, which tasted really familiar, but I can't remember what food it was like.

After failing to find another plush, I went inside this anime-centric Book-Off, which had Pretty Cure stuff...but it was overpriced, like $40 for Cure Honey's baton from HappinessCharge and $70 for the music box from Fresh. I opted to go to the toy store near where this store was...only to find it closed.

After this, we went to Hollywood Boulevard with my brother. First, we went to the El Capitan Theatre, where we saw a long line for a showing of Moana 2, as well as merchandise for said movie in the gift shop. Then, we ate at Mel's Diner for lunch, where I had some delicious fried chicken. Following this was a trip to the Netflix store, where I saw the mailbox from one of the favorite shows of my sister @ashleypureheart22, Gabby's Dollhouse. After this, we went to the biggest Miniso I had ever been to, but I didn't get anything, as I was saving for Disney. Then we had dessert at the Ghiradeli gift shop at the El Capitan Theater, where we saw many kids coming back from the Moana 2 screening that had just ended.

Now I'm headed back to the area of my hotel, specifically CityWalk, to take a break.