#pigtail flora

[starrysharks]

pigtail flora aka clover hayakawa !

[redgemwink]

new chapter of rainy nights!! youruby fans prepare yourselves, things are getting gay!! :3

[helluvatimes]

A Pigtail Plant

Anthurium scherzerianum or Pigtail Plant piquing curiosity in the Cloud Forest. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

This was exposed for the flower with 1-1/3 stops of negative exposure compensation. It could’ve otherwise been done by using spot metering without any compensation.

[stephen-the-spider]

Dress up? - open rp starter

“Mimi! Hold still!” The little girl whined, brown hair in pingtails with pink bows, tugging at the boys curls.

“I’m trying,” he huffed “gods, Flora I can feel that-“ he groaned, multicolored clips and bows in the dark curls, frizzy from the rough treatment from the girl.

“Well try more-r!” She demands, she seems to be trying to give him pigtails as well, one side already sectioned off, but not up.

The boy rolled his eyes before they handed on you, and he froze, cheeks turning a soft pink at being caught in such an out-of-character manner.

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[missed-oblivion]

SS4 Draculaura is done now!!!

At first I wasn't fond of her, she was my least favourite of the SS4 dolls. But it turned out to be her hair bc once I restyled it, I fell in love with her.

I couldn't stop taking pictures of her

Also really cute in her casual fit:

The front bangs gave me Flora from Winx vibes so I took inspiration for the hairstyle from her hair in her Enchantix form. Here's how it looks from the back:

I did have to tie the hair down in the back for Drac to make it look flat (bc multiple boil washes on barely reduced the dent in the hair from the pigtails), but I tried to make it look neat

Details of the painted accessories:

I think her comb is my favourite of all the SS4 dolls, but that might just be my love for bats lol

Other SS4 dolls I did:

Clawdeen Abbey

[onmyyan]

A/N: Lil something sweet for ya Happy Valentine's!! Yandere Gotham Sirens X reader

TW'S: YANDERE, DRUGGING

Coming home to a cold, nearly empty apartment on Valentine's day was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, your previous plans of getting baked and watching all five Twilight movies had to be postponed as sweet, kindhearted you agreed to cover your married coworkers shift so she could spend the love filled day with her wife.

Eight grueling hours later, here you were, shuffling in your house with a well earned yawn, when your eyes registered the hue of pink coming from the heart shaped lights on the wall, lights that you definitely didn't leave there earlier, all at once any tiredness you had left your body.

You definitely needed new locks. This was the first thought you had after taking in your fully decorated apartment.

Pink, red, and black streamers were pinned to your walls, a giant teddy bear with X's for eyes sat dead center on your couch besides him was your typical heart shaped box of chocolates but the front of the package had been doodled on, stick figures of a woman with pigtails and what looked like you littered the front, each in an adorable display of affection.

In the bear's fuzzy arms sat a red and black card tucked snug, when you picked it up a rainfall of gold glitter hit the floor, but before you could read said card your Tabby cat Socks sauntered his way into the living room, he rubbed against your legs in his familiar greeting, it was only then you noticed the new diamond encrusted collar wrapped around his neck, the gems twinkling in the pink light and before you could question that, he lead you back towards your bedroom, where an entire collection of shimmering gems and jewelry were laid out like a feast, the no doubt expensive items seemed so out of place against your cheap sheets, each item was placed with a care you couldn't help but notice, the small note beside it simply read, ' A gem like yourself needs to be locked away so no one can steal you, as such, you should also only have the finest jewels kiss your skin, this is just a taste.'- S. K.

A red lipstick stain sealed the small message.

Mind still reeling, your socked feet rushed back into your small living room, it was here you took note of what appeared to be your last gift.

The Venus flytrap sitting idly in your windowsill looked beautiful in the warm light, when you approached the carnivorous plant, it seemed to brighten up, actually reaching out to curl against your hand, sort of like a cat. Planted in the soil beside it was a note written in cursive. 'A beautiful flora for you my little rosebud, when and if I am not around to protect you, our small friend here eats more than flies.'-P. I.

You gaped at the scene, it felt as if you were dreaming, you tried in vain to wrap your head around it all when finally, you remembered the card in your hand and haistly opened it, glitter be damned.

'Happy Valentine's day Honey! Did we surprise ya? I know we did, hope we didn't scare you baby, you just looked so sad earlier! :( not okay for my Darlin' to be upset on this capitalistic holiday we all know and love! I personally could not let that slide, so me and the girls did a little somethin' small to show ya how much we care! Selena said I shouldn't bother with a long note because by now the drugs will be kicking in, but don't worry a single hair on that pretty little head, Ivy's a pro, bet your brains gettin' all fuzzy huh? Gotta be careful touching suspicious letters left in your place babes! Best part is, when ya wake up, you'll be home, your real home, and we're never lettin' go. Xoxo- your soon to be favorite. -H. Q.

[winxwannabe]

Thoughts on/Rating the S9 images that will probably be wrong in 3 months LETS GO -

Tecna is the best. Hands down, 10/10. I don’t care if they threw it together at the last minute to avoid backlash, give whoever designed her a goddamn raise. The bob with purple streaks, the vinyl skirt, it’s so perfect I can’t handle it. Me to Reboot Tecna:

Please let that be real. Please let the metal arm stay, Straffi.

My girl Musa is an official SHORT QUEEN, a popular headcannon that’s been going for years. I’m thrilled someone finally listened. Her iconic pigtails are also back, which is a bonus is my book (do they kinda look like Marinette’s from Miraculous? Yes, because Rainbow’s gotta steal one thing per season for Winx). The outfit isn’t my favorite, but better than others I’ve seen her in. A very respectable 8.5/10.

Rainbow’s art department raised enough money for brown paint, which is great news for Aisha! No more whitewashing! Her braids are stellar, her look is sporty, just very cute in general. The color scheme is very different from her original look, but I like it. Give Aisha bright colors. Let her be happy. And now tallest girl? 9/10

Flora’s look is the most similar to the OG series. Really the only difference is that weird ass green jacket - thing looks like it came off a one-day Project Runway challenge. It seems waaaay too structured compared to the rest of the outfit. That’s legit my only note. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, I guess. 7.5/10

Bloom’s look says 2 things; “I’m Bella Thorne from Shake It Up!,” and Certified Horse Girl™️. I do not vibe with either. Bloom is not either. Why is she in pink again? Why is her belt so big - Bloom is so impatient and always in a rush, do you think she has time to put a belt on every day? I get the skirt is paying homage to the S3 one, but the rest is…a choice. This would be lower if Bloom wasn’t my favorite character. But she is, and it’s not the worst look. 6/10.

No, no, the worst look here is your favorite Solarian princess and mine, Stella. I get Rainbow was trying for a new look, but it doesn’t land for me. I don’t like the sunglasses, I don’t like that her dress is pink because that’s never really been Stella’s primary color - it’s more Flora and Tecna’s (and now Bloom’s I guess because UGH). She’s also wearing sleeves, which Stella rarely wore in the series because she is the fairy of the sun and I always thought that was a cool wardrobe detail. The only times she’s worn long sleeves (as a primary outfit in the season) were in S6 with her Alfea uniform, and Season 8, which barely counts. Just…make it orange. Or yellow, or even blue. It would fix so much. 5/10 for doing this ray of sunshine so dirty.

Also, if we can afford new civilian and transformation outfits for the girls, we can do the same for Ogron and the Black Circle. C’mon guys. Also! Why does Ogron have a dark dragon? What the fuck does that mean? Please do not pull a S8 Valtor on the Wizards. They don’t deserve it. And probably get Duman in there before the fans come after you.

[zone-of-truth]

[ID: Three colorless digital doodles of The Adventure Zone. The first is of Merle in a Sailor Moon costume posing as Sailor Moon. He is wearing a school girl uniform and a wig with two long pigtails. He has a cat smirk and his bears is decorated with flora. The second is Merle lifting up a small plotted plant. He is facing left and admiring it. Half of his hair is tied up in a knot, and the other half falls just below his waist. The last image is a doodle of Taako, Magnus, and Merle. Above them is a thought bubble that says, “These people are so weird. Thank god I’m the only normal person here.” Each of them are depicted to be thinking this, and they each have indifferent expressions.

Taako is on the far left. He is depicted as a fat elf with locks and a wizard hat. Magnus is in the middle. He is depicted as a wide human with curly hair tied up in a bun, thick sideburns, and a thick beard. Merle is on the far right. He is short and only the top half of his head can be seen. /ID]

*RIPS SHIRT OFF TO REVEAL TATTOO THAT READS MERLE.* I AM THE NUMBER ONE MERLE FAN!!!

[calissarowan]

Critiquing my own old designs for a transformation

Hi! So, a while back, @devilheartsblog had a fic idea that has since been lost into the mists of stuff that was very exciting at the time, and still is, but is sadly probably never going to claw its way to life, but in relation to that idea, we needed an ice-themed transformation (that wasn’t Lovix). So, I pitched the name ‘Glacix’, and came up with some designs! This was months ago, and I recently looked at the designs again, and I realised that, as much as I’d love to look and say, ‘Oh, wow, I’m a design genius and Rainbow should hire me today,’ I can’t. My reactions to my designs range from ‘Oh, I love that!’ to ‘Oh, why did I do this?!’ So, I decided to make a post showing the designs and critiquing them. I’m gonna put a ‘keep reading’, because otherwise this is gonna be way too long.

Bloom:

9/10. I’m actually in love with this. This was the first one I designed, and I was working out the style of the transformation, so I was a bit freer with her look, since I hadn’t made any guidelines for the form yet. The blue and orange look really good on her, and I’m in love with the braid! I designed the form with a figure-skater aesthetic, hence the little skirt, the tights, and, my favourite, the skate heels! They’re probably super impractical, but Butterflix got away with crazy heels, so I’m going with this. My only issue with this design is that her wings are pretty basic, even though the form is meant to be around base level in terms of power, so they shouldn’t be too complicated, but they’re the same as all the other Glacix wings, just a different colour, which I’d be complaining about if this was in the show, so I’m marking this look down for.

Musa:

8/10. I like it, I like it a lot, but…something about it just feels pretty disjointed. The skirt doesn’t feel in-keeping with the skater look, and she’s definitely missing some earmuffs/headphones. I like her braids, but they feel like they could be more interesting. But I love the red and purple colour scheme! Musa looks really good in it. Love the pigtails, and the black gloves, and the skate heels having musical note details is really nice. Again, the wings, but I have that issue with everyone.

Stella:

7/10. The oranges blend together, and the lighter orange blends into her hair, which could maybe be more interesting? The blue is kinda stark, but I do really like it. Love the knee-high boots, and I like the waist, but I have mixed feelings on the sleeves. The skirt is good. I’m starting to think this form might have looked good with coloured streaks in the girls’ hair. Her skates are…a bit off.

Flora:

7/10. It’s so pretty, and the twin braids are so cute, though they start too high on her head, but…it’s too simple. And the colours feel too pastel, and they give me a childish vibe. She has a bit of a ballerina feel, which I guess I like, but I don’t know, the look is too simple, and the colours are dancing on the line between working and not. She just has nothing that stands out, and Flora needs to get some attention.

Tecna:

10/10! Maybe it’s conceited to give your own design full marks, but I can’t help it! I love this! Even the samey wings work here! They’re so sharp and angular, and the stark colour scheme makes her stand out, and I’m so in love with the two little buns! Her skates are so sharp and vibrant, and it all just feels very Tecna. So proud of this one. This is probably the only one where I’d change absolutely nothing.

Aisha:

3/10. Gaaah, I feel so horrible! Aisha’s is just…oh, what did I do to my girl?! The colours don’t work, the boots make zero sense, the skirt is just a testament to me trying to find seven ways to draw a figure skater skirt… Oh, Aisha, I’m so sorry. And her hair, while pretty, feels like it could have been so much more! Go crazy with braids! Don’t just take her original hairstyle and braid the front bits back! I do like the wave details on her skates, and I actually quite like her top, though I don’t love it. All in all, I think I owe Aisha an apology. This…this is not good.

Roxy:

4/10. Again, I owe a Winx an apology. Why is it so pink?!? And it clashes! Badly! The colours aren’t good… Pink isn’t even Roxy’s colour! Not really. And not this much… Roxy should be in green, which I guess she is, and maybe purple. I like her in teal, too. She’d suit Aisha’s design better. On the plus side, I like the warrior vibes I get from her hair, and, colour aside, I actually love her boots. They’re awesome. Her top is pretty good, and her skirt is alright. I actually like Aisha’a skirt better. The gloves being so long is pretty cool, but I’m left confused if they’re gloves or just the sleeves of her top.

So, overall, I like the form, I think it’s cute, and I think it’s definitely better than Butterflix, but I don’t think it’d place highly on a transformation ranking. It needs individual wings, and the designs need work. But I did have fun designing it, then critiquing it later! What did you think?

[yvmiixsq]

Today the appreciation post is…ONNA!!

Reasons why we all should love Oona!

SHE’S SO CUTE JUST LOOK AT HERR!

SHE LITERALLY WENT TO CONFRONT THE TITANS HERSELF N WAS PREPARED TO KICK THEIR ASS!! GIRLBOSS FR

ANIMAL/PLANT LOVERRR C'MON ( she gives flora from winx vibes lol)

ALSO HER FRIENDSHIP W AVI IS SO CUTE AAAAA

Pigtails.

“WE LOVE OONA” we all say in unison…

[emissary-of-the-moon]

Pre Wild's hair getting stupidly long (like back when it was the length it is in BoTW/ToTk) Flora would try out different braid styles on him cause her hair wasn't long enough to do many styles on anymore (she really liked doing some sort of braided pigtails, Wild was just happy shes happy)

Now she does more intricate hairstyles cause she has even more hair to work with.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

did miss raven also join harveston? i think the traditional harevston outfit would have fit her like a glove! (i'm not 100% sure how a raven-turned-human would fare in the cold though)

For each event, I like to think of an AU scenario where Miss Raven tags along for some silly reason to join in on the fun. I think she would really enjoy the hometown events specifically, as they give her a chance to explore and to experience new cultures and areas. She can sample Harveston’s specialties, learn about the agricultural community there, and help support and cheer on the NRC sledding team!

Epel’s proud of his hometown and more than eager to share it. Raven loves his enthusiasm and happily eats it up. She’s the one in the tour group that’s constantly raising her hand and posing questions to the guide. Epel doesn’t mind though—that just means she’s curious and knows how to appreciate Harveston!!

Miss Raven can go “big sis” mode when she’s dealing with Sebek. They usually don’t get along, but since the big guy’s susceptible to the cold she can hover nearby and make sure he’s sufficiently warm. “Blanket? Warm drink? Make sure you’re taking care of yourself, Sebek-kun!” (He shoos her off and shouts about how he’s a strong independent man that doesn’t need to be fretted over then he sneezes before he can finish his protest www)

Idia isn’t someone Miss Raven talks with a lot, but he’d probably be excited that she resembles one of the characters from Sled Over Heels in her Harveston fit. Maybe he asks her about cosplay in an attempt to make conversation and she just goes “???? What is that…” Idia gives up on attempting to socialize and crawls back into his quiet corner to be gloomy.

Jade… well, he’s Jade 💀 You can bet he’ll be bickering with her the entire trip as they take in the local flora and fauna. Miss Raven will want to try a little of every food and drink offered to her, but because of her small stomach she can’t possibly eat full servings. Jade can be her convenient human-sized food disposal bin more free food for him.

Ravens are actually quite hardy; they can survive in northern winters just fine (since they’re ready and willing to eat most anything they come across)! The birds that migrate do so for food and egg laying purposes; their warm-bloodedness and plumage often provide adequate insulation.

… Now that I think about it, Miss Raven doesn’t actually have all her feathers in her current form 😅 so she’s more susceptible to the cold at the moment; that’s nothing an Applepom/Snow Boa outfit can’t fix though! (Her thanks goes out to Marja and the kind people of Harveston~)

Here’s a quick sketch:

It’s very similar to the outfits that Idia, Sebek, and Jade wear! Miss Raven’s variant has a poofy skirt and slightly different boots. You can’t tell from the sketch (because I totally glossed over the intricate patterns in it), but there are supposed to be scattered feathers and little sparkles included with the apple cross sections in the design. I imagine the overall fabric of the look to be dark blueish.

Her hat is most similar to Idia’s, with strings that resemble her braided pigtails. Somehow they magically manage to contain all of her hair… The new hairstyle is meant to resemble Princess Anna’s! There’s also a removable cloak which is meant to be a reference to Anna’s own magenta cloak. Miss Raven is suited for adventure; as you can probably tell from the sketch, she has a number of useful items in the pouch slung at her waist.

[https-furina]

omnes una manet nox. | i. vivamus, moriendum est.

cw. always refer to the masterlist. wc. 1.5k words.

detective's notes. here we are, the start of an era - take this as my 300 followers celebration. this chapter sets more of a scene and introduces the vast amount of personalities on our guest list.

chinju forest carries an aura unlike no other, bewildering to even the natives when it's compared to other sights in inazuma; from tsurumi island's mysterious fog to watatsumi island's mystical shrine, there is nothing that compares to the simplicity of chinju forest. flora that glow a turquoise blue in the dark of the forest with trees that tower and block out daylight and streams of fresh water that trickle between cracks in the rocks, chinju forest is indescribable with mere words. located at the heart of the forest stands the centuries old home of the kamisato clan, renown in inazuma for their glory and power. they're hidden away, distant from society and the prying eyes of strangers - just as they like it. so much so, that it felt odd for the kamisato siblings to host a social gathering at their beloved home. as heads of the yashiro commission, social events were not out of their line of work but yet it felt unfamiliar to see a courier scurry away from the estate with invitations filling their satchel. the younger sister reasoned that it was a gathering to celebrate the lift of the raiden shogun's tyranny, the sakoku decree opening up business to the rest of teyvat whilst the vision hunt decree's absence meant that many inazumans would no longer live in fear once more. in order to gain her older brother's approval, she offered that the gathering could be utilised for her brother's business matters, inviting some of the richest business people to wander teyvat.

the first guests to arrive at the hour of the gathering belong to the land of the archon of wisdom and verdure. they cling to each other in familiarity, a young green haired girl by the name of collei stuck at the sides of a taller, fox eared male and another male with shaggy silver hair. nilou keeps close to the akademiya's scribe and his expressive roommate, eyes of verdigris shades that stare around the wonders of chinju forest in a mild amazement buried by fear.

"what a place to live," tighnari comments amongst the group's silence, filled only by the sounds of their shoes on a stone slab path, "the flora here is astonishing, i wonder if they've had the sense to study it…"

tighnari's voice trails off as he crouches to stroke the leaves of the nearest plant with gloved fingers, the glow of the plant reflecting in his eyes as collei is quick to grab his upper arm, raising him back to his feet.

"master tighnari, we don't know if it's poisonous or not, stop touching the unknown plants!" she exclaims softly, drawing a laugh from the silver haired male as he tugs at tighnari's other arm, much to the fox's dismay when he grumbles under his breath about travelling back to inazuma at a later date. cyno nods in agreement, reassuring tighnari that they'll travel back so that tighnari may study these plants freely.

"collei!" a familiar female calls out into the silence of chinju forest, a brunette girl adorning red stands with three males and another young blonde girl. two of the males are taller, adorning red and blue hair respectively and carrying a tense energy between the two of them as they stand. beside the blue haired male is a shorter male in mint green attire, two small ombre braids framing his face. the blonde girl keeps her hair in pigtails, her eyes moving around the forest anxiously at every little sound, her fear shows clearly.

"amber!" the green haired girl returns in an equally excited voice, leaving the comforting presence of her friends to jog to the brunette, "i didn't know you was attending too?"

"yeah, i got an invitation while i was on a commission with captain kaeya - he invited himself and mondstadt's very own bard, venti!" amber beams, her grin widening ear-to-ear when diluc groans, shaking his head.

"when we get back to mondstadt, i'm teaching you how to say no to morons, amber." he comments lowly and kaeya clicks his tongue, a smug look on his tan face.

"don't be so harsh, master diluc, we're just here to bring more fun!" venti pokes into the conversation in a melodic tune, leaning closer to the redhead.

not far behind the mondstadt and sumeru friends is the elaborate and expensive atmosphere carried by the most notorious from liyue, freshly landed at the shores of inazuma's humid islands. the famous lady ningguang, the tianquan of the liyue qixing accompanied by quiet and gentle ganyu, acting upon being her secretary and the infamous captain beidou of the alcor not far on their tail. gossiping between themselves is the sweet, esteemed opera singer yun jin and the explosive pyro guitarist xinyan followed closely by the young lawyer yanfei, the leader of the arataki gang and the backbone - and sanity - of the arataki gang; arataki itto and kuki shinobu. lurking behind the crowd of famous liyue faces is the ministry of civil affairs very own yelan, stepping off the alcor last.

"is this your first time in inazuma, ningguang?" beidou chirps curiously, noticing the blonde woman's silence whilst the others gasp in awe of inazuma's brilliance. the moon reflects on the waves' ripples, calming yet eerie at what the night may hold in an estate full of strangers. ningguang sends a sly smile in the captain's direction, amused.

"i visited once on a business expedition before the sakoku decree was installed," the tianquan reveals even to the surprise of delicate ganyu, who's wide eyes find the taller lady instantly, "it's whimsical that not a thing has changed on the islands, isn't it? they've not expanded on their architecture or moved forward as society. the electro archon was succeeding at her beloved eternity, freezing her land in time."

yanfei gawks at the illustrious blue mushroom specimens sprouting in the tidal flats as the group walk, earning a confused look from itto.

"does liyue not have sea ganoderma?" he asks shinobu quietly, tilting his head like a lost puppy, "i've never seen someone like them. they're gross - have you ever touched one? man, they're crazy. slimy."

shinobu rolls her eyes, groaning more so to herself as she glances at the bigger male who towers over her. his appearance is terrifying, sparking fear into those who are unbeknownst to his oddly complicit personality, albeit perhaps she could even describe it as dense.

"sea ganoderma are native to inazuma, boss," she enunciates with a shake of her head, "why would i touch sea ganoderma - scratch that, why have you touched sea ganoderma?"

the bulky oni sends the small girl a sheepish smile, gritting his teeth as if he doesn't want to venture further into the story involved in that scenario. shinobu sighs exasperatedly, wondering what he'd do without her now.

already in loyal attendance at the historical inazuman estate is the firework maker's daughter, yoimiya - in all of her explosive glory as she carries crates full of fireworks designed specifically for the kamisato clan, even if she exclusively sneaked some of the naganohara family's special fireworks into the bunch too - and the fontainian news reporter, charlotte, who had arrived in inazuma days prior in an attempt to track the kamisato siblings and interview them before the event. she wanted the gossip, she craved it. she wanted to know how they felt about the decrees being lifted, the sudden shift in their beloved shogunate's political views and the changes in how she runs the country - not to forget their opinions on their own event, was they excited? did they have nerves? charlotte wanted it all, notepad at the ready.

"need a hand there, yoimiya?" thoma asks with a grin as he appears at the blonde's side, having just left the awfully awkward conversation charlotte was subjecting ayato and ayaka to. the blonde looks up at the taller male, returning an equally enthusiastic smile.

"you wouldn't mind, would you?" she laughs albeit a little nervously, realising the consequences of her decision not to enlist help from her father at this event. thoma shakes his head, lifting a crate of fireworks with ease, "just place it down over there, thank you thoma!"

the ginger chuckles, following the bright blonde's orders obediently as the courtyard fills with the rambunctious sounds of their guests from other nations, their faces joyous and filled with amazement as numerous of them comment on the architecture of the kamisato estate - kaveh, collei, yanfei and ningguang are few to name. the noise gains the attention of the infamous pale haired siblings, who venture over with warm, welcoming smiles and their hands clasped behind their backs.

"welcome to inazuma," the taller brother greets them first, his voice a low timbre that rumbles in his chest as he lifts his chin, shoulders pushed back with dignity, "even more so, to the kamisato estate. we hope that your journeys here have all been pleasant."

ayaka nods gently in agreement to her brother's words, eyes of glimmering blue waters hidden in a sheen of mist gaze over her invited guests, lingering on the likes of yelan and shinobu; strong souls with firm skin and an honourable reputation. a gentle silence fills the air following ayato's greeting and ayaka finds it in herself to utter her welcome from glossy lips, her eyes creasing into crescent moons when she tilts her head to the side with a smile.

"welcome to the kamisato estate, my esteemed guests."

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[versegm]

You come to in the middle of an empty field, plundered by rain.

You sit up with a groan. Though the ground you’re own has long turned to mud, you find that yourself aren’t all that wet. Meaning that, most likely, it has been raining for a while, but you have only been here for a minute at best.

Well. Alright. Time for the usual check-up.

First: the area is completely unknown to you. While the flora isn’t widely different from what you know, you find that you are completely unable to identify them in any greater detail. Wherever you are, it’s vastly different from anywhere else you’ve ever been- and you have been in quite a lot of places.

Second: you are alone. A quick glance at your command spells tells you that your contracts are still active, just… far away. You can probably call forth shadow servants if need be. That’s reassuring, at least.

Third: there is a certain… emptiness, within your chest. It’s a sensation that is near impossible to describe, but one that is familiar nonetheless. You are currently separated from your body. Or separated from your soul? Either one.

In short: you are dreaming, as usual, and you got lost, as one does. Or as you, specifically, do.

A shiver runs through your body. Either way, you should get up and leave, else you’re going to catch a cold. (Can souls catch a cold? Are you currently a soul? Da Vinci had made it sound like you were, but you’ve always been a bit dubious. You know you’re some part of [Ritsuka Fujimaru] that got separated from where you’re meant to be, but what part this is is still unclear to you. Maybe you’re overthinking this, but you dare anyone who has ever read a report from Chaldea to tell you this is an unwarranted reaction.)

You get up, then look around. Thankfully, there seems to be a village nearby. You hurry there, seeking shelter from the rain.

It becomes quickly obvious that wherever you are, it’s not anywhere resembling present-day earth. You see a small catboy chatting with an orc in a shop. Right next to it, a goblin woman waving goodbye to a customer. It seems to be a pretty classic fantasy setting, all things considered.

You debate as to where to go for a few seconds, then head for the inn. You don’t think you have any currency the locals would accept, but if nothing else you should be able to get a seat in a dry place.

You push the door open. The owner, a tall wolfman scrubbing a mug, spares a nod your way. You take your seat in a corner. The is fairly empty; there’s a minotaur in a corner, armwrestling with a woman whose arms are covered in bright tattoos. A faun is nursing a drink next to them, daydreaming.

The backdoor opens up, and a woman walks, carrying a small drider. “Garth, have you seen-”

She pauses. You pause.

She is on the short side of things, her blonde hair long enough that it would reach her hips if she untied it. She’s wearing a light attire- fit for a mage, you are guessing. Three lines are tattooed on both sides of her throat, like bright blue gills on her pale skin. Her face is circled by a short, fuzzy beard. She’s wearing a ponytail, different from the pigtails you’ve grown used to, but you know that face. You know that face.

At the same time you raise your pointer finger, Artoria, Caster, she who chants, also raises her hand, pointing at you with wide eyes, and you both yell in unison: “YOU!”

The entire tavern turns to look at you.

“Ah,” The innkeeper’s ear twitches. “Friend of yours?”

“Paramour of yours?” Adds the minotaur.

“Man, is there anyone in the Frost Marches you don’t know?” Jokes the faun.

“Ah- it’s a long story. I’ll tell you guys later.” Artoria smiles at them. You’re shocked to see that the smile, while obviously hiding discomfort, is in part genuine. “Let me put the little one to sleep, and then we can go to my room to discuss, alright?”

Hidden meaning clear: we do not talk about Fairy Britain in front of them. Sure. You can do that. “It’s no problem.” 

It would be a bit awkward to just wait here though, so you get out of your seat and follow Artoria through the inn’s backdoor. It seems to lead straight into a- nursery, apparently. A dozen children- all bearing the lower body of a spider- play in the courtyard.

Artoria makes a quick sign your way to be quiet. She then heads inside one of the rooms, filled with cradles and a dozen more kids- toddlers, really- dozing off peacefully. Artoria gently kisses the forehead of the child she’s holding, and then lowers them into a free bed.

“Cute kids.” You comment once you leave the room.

“Thank you,” she replies, which is probably an automatism because otherwise it would be a bit of a stupid answer-

Suddenly, it occurs to you that while Artoria is just as short as you’ve always known her, she is still noticeably older. 

“...” You wring your hands together awkwardly. “Are they, uh. Yours?”

“Eh, only technically.” She shrugs. “Gwyn’s the one raising them. I’m more of the fun aunt to them.”

Your gaze goes over the courtyard again. Including the babies inside, that’s about twenty kids. “Been busy, huh?”

Artoria’s face snaps towards you. It seems like she only just realized what she just said. “I didn’t-!” She stops mid-sentence. Raises a hand. “That’s not-” Pauses again. Lowers her hand. “I mean, yes, but it’s unrelated to the number of children.”

You make a face. It does seem kind of related to you. “Hey, no judging, good for you. I didn’t know fairies of paradise could bear any children to begin with, it’s cool that you get to start a family if you want to.”

For some reason, Artoria’s gaze suddenly wanders, as if she wanted to look anywhere but at you. “... I… can’t.”

… Ah. Well that makes your lighthearted joke suddenly very insensitive. “Uh, sor-”

“Driders don’t need outside input to reproduce. They only need… uhm. A host. To. Carry the eggs.”

You pause in your steps. Gears turn in your head.

“ Anyways. Come over here, we’ll discuss in my room.”

“Oh my god.”

“I said come over here!”

“Oh my god, no, no, you have to give me the details Artoria. How does it work? Do they…?”

“ We have more pressing matters to discuss, Ritsuka! ”

Unfortunately, she’s right, so you let her manhandle you into her bedroom (you allow yourself a couple second to notice that wow, she is noticeably stronger than she used to be . She could throw you around like a sack of potatoes like this. ) She locks the door behind you, then goes to sit on her bed, tapping the space next to her. “Okay. Get over here. How did you end up here, of all places?”

You shrug, then come to sit next to her. “You know how it is. Falling asleep in my bed, waking up in completely random places. That’s just how life is sometimes.”

She stares. “Does this… happen often?”

Ah. Right. She doesn’t know about that bit. “Yeah.”

She sighs. Heavily. It’s more like a groan, really.

“And what about you? ” You poke at her shoulder, blatantly trying to change the subject. “How did you end up here?”

Thankfully, she takes the bait. “Eh, you know how it is. Sacrificing myself in a blaze of glory, waking up in completely random places. That’s just how death is sometimes.”

She says it in a joking, lighthearted tone. You feel like you’ve been punched through the guts. You’re used to that, death; seeing people die, and seeing them come back afterwards. That doesn’t make it hurt any less. It all comes back to you, the pain and the sorrow and the guilt I didn’t even get to properly tell you goodbye I didn’t even get to so much as hug you-

Breathe. Breathe. Compartmentalize. You’re good at that. “Sounds like an adventure. So, how’s your new life?”

“Oh, Ritsuka, this place sucks so bad, you have no idea.” She huffs. “There’s like, five invasions going on at any given time. You can’t take three steps outside of town without getting attacked by randos. Every individual settlement has about two hundred years worth of beef with each other. And they don’t even know how to work steel. Everyone does things with copper around here. It’s weird.”

She says it all with anger, but there’s something in her voice, a fondness that makes you feel soft and mellow inside. How much Artoria complains is directly correlated to how safe she feels complaining about it. For her to be so open about her grievances… “I take it you’re having fun here?”

There is a slight pause. And then, gentler than you have ever seen her do so before- she smiles. “The people aren’t too bad, I guess.”

When she looks like that, it’s very hard not to grab her face and kiss her on the spot. You don’t, though, because you’re pretty sure she’s in a relationship? Actually, now is a good time as any to check. “Found yourself a drider lover, eh? What are they like?”

She stares at you for a second, then barks out laughing. “Because of the kids? Nah. I’m not in a relationship with a drider. ”

Ooooh? Your gossip sense is tingling. “But you are in a relationship?”

“Believe it or not, I’m actually a married woman now.” She looks deeply smug about that. It’s adorable.

“Well, tell me more! Who’s the lucky one?”

She scratches her chin, smile widening. “My wife is the beautiful centaur princess of the southern tribes.” Aw, this is cute. You’re about to congratulate her on that, but- she keeps going. “I’m also the consort of the Queen of the Winter city. And I… have this weird thing going on with the leader of the eastern Orc tribe and the leader of the northern Siorc tribe? I don’t think there’s a human equivalent for it… I’m their alpha? It’s like, wife, but I officially wear the pants in that relationship.”

The more she goes on the higher your eyebrows fly. Not that you’re surprised Artoria can get some (you don’t know if she ever realized it herself, but a lot of people were interested in her back in Fairy Britain) but that’s still a lot to take in. “So you have been busy.”

“I- only denied that it had anything to do with the amount of kids I’ve mothered!” She puffs her cheeks. You can tell she’s not genuinely offended, though. “People here aren’t that big on monogamy. And very casual about sex.”

Huh. So like Chaldea, on a world scale? There are certainly worse cultures to have, in your opinion. “You’ll have to tell me those stories, though. How did you meet? Who made the first move? I want to hear it all!”

She snickers. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But first, when do you think you’ll wake up?”

Hm. Good questions. “I don’t know. Sometimes I wake up on my own normally. Sometimes I get stuck for days. It really depends.”

“Okay.” She nods. And then, with no warning whatsoever, she grabs your shoulders and hauls herself over your laps. 

For a couple seconds, you’re frozen stupid. You don’t know how to react. Her face is so close to yours. She’s pretty light, as you expected, but that’s still a whole person’s weight pressing right on the top of your thighs. You fear that you might do something unwise, but she opens her mouth first: “Wanna fuck?”

Your mind turns blank. “Come again?”

“That’s the plan, yes.”

You can’t help it. You start laughing. Your hands come to hold onto her, landing on her hips (they fit perfectly in your palms.) “I meant that this is a lot more direct than what I’m used to. Though make no mistake. I would kill to get to eat you out. Just so we’re clear.”

She blushes a bit at your words. “ Very glad to hear so.” Her hands come up to your shoulders. “And look. For all I know, you could wake up in thirty minutes, and I’d have missed my only chance to do this. If I learned anything from living in Savarra, it’s that sex is a lot of fun, you’ve got to take your chances, and I should have asked for more than handholding back then.”

You pull her closer to you. Her chest presses against yours. You can almost feel her heartbeat like this. Your chin fits perfectly on top of her shoulder. Her body is so warm. You can hear her breathing right by your ear.

She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive. Despite everything, despite everything- she’s alive, and she’s happy. She’s alive, and she’s with you. She’s alive, and you’re about to get as much evidence of that as you could ever need, taste and sight and sound, skin and limbs and tongues.

“I love you,” you say, hugging her tighter. “I never got to say it back then. But I did. I do.”

“I know.” Of course she does. You can count on one hand the amount of people who know you as well as she does. Excalibur’s blade is a mirror, and the two of you have seen nothing but your reflection in it. “I love you too, by the way.”

She pulls away from you, just a few inches, just enough to set her forehead against yours. Her hands come up to cup your cheeks. “Now, won’t you give me something to remember you by?”

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

The Storm

Rating: K

Setting: Decades in the past, back when they were children.

Synopsis: Toshiro discovers Momo’s fear of storms.

AN: wrote a quick fic for @yearoftheotpevent challenge in between finishing up requests.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Toshiro eyes the dark clouds encroaching overhead with suspicion. He can’t explain it, but he’s always had an ability to sense when it was going to rain. He didn’t even have to look at the sky to know sometimes, it was just something he could feel in the air; in the way it flowed around him or in the density that only he seemed to notice. He didn’t always get it right, with some days remaining cloudy without a drop of rain.

Today, the moment he stepped out and saw the clouds gathering on the horizon, he knew a storm was coming; a big one.

“Is something wrong, Shiro-chan?” Momo calls out.

He peers around the tree's trunk as she emerges from the forest into the clearing, a new bundle of branches gathered under her arm. The basket on her back is half full.

“Don’t call me that,” he grouses as he stands.

“What were you staring at?” she asks.

He brushes off the dirt from his yukata. “The clouds.”

Momo tilts her head up. “Ah, there’s a lot of them now, huh? Do you think it’ll rain?”

He shrugs.

“I hope it’s not too heavy if it does. Ayumi-chan and Tatsukichi-kun wanted to go pick hasukappu after lunch.” Before he can respond, she holds out the bundle to him. “Can you help me put these in?”

He takes the branches from her with a frown. “How come you need all of this firewood? It’s not even cold yet.”

“Well, it’s as the grown-ups here say, you can never be too careful,” she says as lowers the basket’s straps from her shoulders, getting it to his level. “It’s only the start of autumn, but it’s good to be prepared.”

He snorts. “Since when did you become a boring adult?”

“I’m not,” she objects in a way he knows she's pouting.

He stuffs the wood with the rest, careful not to be too rough and risk breaking any branches. “Only grown-ups think like that.”

“Ayumi-chan is the same though.”

“Ayumi is older than you.”

“Not by much!”

“I’m done.”

She hoists the straps back up on to her shoulders and tries to smooth the indignation from her face with a big breath out. “What’s wrong with being prepared anyway?”

He's about tot give a teasing retort, but something shifts in the air. The temperature cools a few degrees, and Toshiro predicts the strong wind several seconds before it comes blowing through the forest.

Momo gasps. Her pigtails fly behind her and the ends of her garments flutter away from her shins. “Where did that come from?”

Toshiro presses his lips together. It’s not too far off now. “Come on, let’s go back.”

He starts walking without her. After a beat, she catches up to him.

“What’s wrong?” she shouts out over the wind.

“The wind is bringing the clouds in,” Toshiro yells back. “It's gonna start raining soon.”

Momo blinks. “How do you know that?”

He doesn’t respond, instead focusing on getting back to the Junrinan. This forest is one of the bigger ones that surround the district, and it’s thick with flora and foliage. Different types of trees and plants are closely bunched together, making it hard in places to navigate through certain areas.

Without realizing, Toshiro starts to pick up the pace. Before he knows it, he’s jogging.

“Ah, wait, Shiro-chan!” Momo calls out from behind.

“I said don’t call me that!” His frustration at the nickname, combined with the incoming storm, made him sound harsher than he intended. He glances over his should when he gets to no response.

Momo is trying to jog over and around tree roots and shrubs, and the branches in her basket jostles from left to right and back again. “Why are you --?”

A boom sounds off not too far from them.

Momo loses her footing. A few of the branches fall out of her basket. At the last second, she manages to steady herself, but she doesn’t go to pick up the lost firewood. She whips her head over her shoulder, widened eyes staring at the clouds. “N-No!”

Toshiro can only watch as the rain builds up behind her, plummeting in thick sheets. When it starts to pour over them, he rushes over to her. His feet smack in the mud. “Come on, bed-wetter! We have to get back!”

“I-I-I –”

Above the tree line, lightning crackles through the sky, followed by a loader clap of thunder.

Momo shrieks and covers her ears. “I-I can’t!”

He’s taken aback by her reaction. It's reasonable to be a little afraid of thunder, he knows; but why is she so terrified?

Another boom, this time closer. Toshiro shakes his head and grabs her wrist. “Come on!”

Without warning, he breaks into a run, pulling her behind him. She yelps, and her feet are unsteady, but she keeps up. With every flash lightning and clap of thunder, she shrieks or whimpers.

The rain thrashes against them, completely drenching them from head to toe. The wind is cold, and the mud slick and dirtying their sandals and socks. No tree is strong enough to withstand this storm, with most leaves raining down on them and the trees swaying and thrashing.

The rain only worsens, so thick Toshiro can’t see several feet ahead. They can’t make it back to the Junrinan while it’s like this. With a cringe, he’s certain he’s got them lost. He flings his head around in all directions, desperate for a shelter to take cover under.

So caught up in this, his foot catches on a prominent tree root and he’s flung forward with a yelp. Momo starts to tumble with him, but he lets her go. She lands against the tree trunk while he lands hard in the mud. His foot, knees, and the heels of his palms throb and string.

“Shiro-chan!” Momo scurries to his side. She almost slips when she crouches down to him. “Are you hurt?”

He winces and glares at the ground.

Momo holds out her hands as she stands up. The edges of her robes are caked in mud. “Can you get up?”

He forces himself into a kneel, then quickly wipes the mud from his hands on his clothes before grabbing hers. She helps him stand, and he bites hard on the inside of his cheek against another yelp. He must have scrapped his knees, but he refuses to look down. His yukata is stuck to his legs by mud, it will be a nightmare for Granny to wash later.

Another thunder clap, and Momo snatches her hands away in fright. “H-How far away are w-we from the Junrinan?” she stammers.

“I don’t know,” he grumbles. “I don’t know where we are.”

Her eyes become glassy and her lips form a tight line.

And something about the way she said that, and the fact she’s on the verge of crying makes him more desperate to find somewhere to take shelter. There’s no sign of the Junrinan in any direction, or of a hut or a unbending tree with enough leaves.

He takes her hand this time as he leads them forward.

“Don’t cry,” he says.

She wipes an eye. “Can’t help it.”

Despite the fierce wind and rain, he tries to move slower this time. In his haste, he may have gotten them lost, and he can’t risk tripping again.

It’s a minute later when a path comes into view down below. Momo gasps behind him. “It might lead back to the Junrinan!”

He quickens their pace down the hill towards the path. “It doesn’t look like anyone has really walked on it!”

The path is thin and faint, only obvious due to the lighter coloured dirt that makes it up. Regardless, it may lead them somewhere at least.

They skid to a stop at the bottom of the incline. They both look to the right, and Momo points eagerly to the mountain base the path leads to. “Over there!”

Toshiro squints. “What?”

“It’s a cave! Can’t you see it?”

Before he can answer she takes the lead, tightening her hold on his hand and sprinting ahead. He almost loses his footing trying to catch up to her. “Hold on! What ca…”

Indeed there is one, but it blends in with the dark rock of the mountain’s face and is up a steep incline. It’s a miracle she spotted it.

The mud makes it harder to hike up, and they now walk into the rain and wind; but with a shelter in sight, it’s given both of them the energy to keep going that little bit further. Momo doesn’t even flinch when a bolt of lighting flashes overhead against the clouds and one of the loudest claps of thunder booms across the forest.

Toshiro ends up ahead, and before he even reaches the mouth of the cave, he tugs Momo forward, sending her first in. They stumble several steps away form the entrance, well out of the path of the rain and wind. When they come a stop, they fall to their knees. Their panting echoes off the cave’s walls and they shiver from the cold.

They stay like this for a few minutes, mutely staring at the ground, trying to catch their breaths. At some point, Momo finds the strength to shrugs off the basket straps from her shoulders. It topples to the ground, scattering several of the remaining branches across the cave floor.

Toshiro doesn’t notice the pains in his legs until he slouches back against the cave wall. He winces as he tries to adjust his position, allowing his legs to stretch out before him. Momo soon joins him, lumbering her way to sit next him, her knees drawn up to her chest.

“W-We made it,” she mumbles, her voice slightly raspy. “We’re okay.”

“Of course we are,” he says, breathless still. With a clean part of his clothes, he wipes the drops of rain from his face, then slicks his bangs away from his forehead.

They fall into silence again, with Momo staring at the ground and Toshiro watching the storm.

Granny must be worrying about him. He’s sure he’ll get a scolding for staying out too long, but he’ll take it. He wishes he was under a roof with her right now, changed into fresh clothes, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a fresh cup of hot tea warming his hands. Momo would be there too, chattering away with granny.

The image in his mind is in stark contrast to the how she is now. He can’t ignore the white knuckle grip she has around her knees, or the frown in her lips that quivers with ever clap of thunder.

“Why are you so scared?” he asks.

Momo blinks at him. “How can you not be?! Storms are scary! They’re loud and they can kill you!” Lighting strikes in the distance behind her, and the thunder ten seconds later makes her cringe. “See!”

Toshiro gives a bewildered shake of his head. “But it passes. Also, no Soul has ever died because of a lightning strike.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’ve never heard of anyone dying in that way. Besides, Baa-chan would’ve told me.”

“…I’m going to ask her when we get back.” Momo sighs, but the tension in her hands has eased somewhat. “I know it passes, but it’s still scary while it’s happening. I-I don’t want to be scared.”

“Then don’t be.”

“That’s easier said than done, Shiro-chan!”

“Don’t call me that, bed-wetter!”

“Don’t call me that!”

They both glare at each other, and when neither argues back, they huff and turn away from each other. He doesn’t even turn around when she tries to muffle her wince at a thunder clap. But something isn’t right. It gnaws at him, in his chest and at the back of his mind, and the longer he’s turned away, the worse it gets.

“How come you’re not afraid?” Momo’s question comes out so quietly he almost doesn’t hear it over the storm.

He still doesn’t turn around as he responds. “It’s like I said, storms pass. They don’t last forever, and they have their place.”

Outside, the rain pounds into the dirt, the wind sweeps it in all directions, the dark clouds move slowly across the sky, only lit up when lighting flashes through them and strikes the earth. It’s natural, all party of a cycle, almost like a pattern he can see in a piece of fabric.

“I know they can be dangerous,” he continues. “You can catch a cold, or slip and fall…but when you’re inside, you’re fine.”

He can sense Momo’s eyes on the back of his head as she considers his words. He's not surprised by her follow up question. “Back there, how did you know it was coming?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t you see the clouds?”

“Clouds don’t always bring rain or thunder storms.”

Maybe it’s whatever is gnawing at him, but he decides to try and find the right words. Eventually, he throws his hands up and twists around to her. “I really don’t know! I just...know!”

She tilts her head to the side, the most natural and characteristic mannerism she's done since this storm started. She doesn’t seem fazed by his frustration, and she waits for him to elaborate. It’s an annoying habit of hers, this patience she has. It’s like she knows he can say more, and that if she waits long enough, he’ll spill his guts. And he’s helpless to do just that.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he mumbles.

She shrugs. “I might, or I might not.”

He could tell her, and he knows she wouldn’t think him a fool or ridicule him or be frightened of him like the other children. She’d simply not know at worst, and they can leave it at that. So why does he hesitate? It feels as though telling her would expose him in some way.

Regardless, he manages to force out a few sentences. “I can just sense it. I can sense when rain is coming or a storm is going to hit. It’s not always right, but it’s been more right than wrong. I get this feeling in my mind, I just know it’ll happen.”

Momo frowns at his explanation. “Is it like…a gut feeling?”

He shakes his head. “No, nothing like that!”

“Or maybe like an urge?”

“Not that either.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t get it.”

“…No, it’s okay. I didn’t expect you to get it…I still don’t get it either.”

 “So, you just know, somehow?” She doesn't ask the question in because she doubts him. She's curious about his sense and wants to understand it. It's oddly comforting to know she believes him.

It's why he for a moment he's speechless and can only nod.

“…Then, when did you know the storm was coming today?”

“Before we left the Junrinan.”

“But you didn’t say anything about it.”

“I didn’t think we’d be out that long. Besides…” He let’s out an exasperated breath. “I haven’t told anyone about any of this.”

Her eyes widen at that. “Oh, not even, Obaa-san?”

He grunts and looks away. “I’ve never had to tell her.”

Momo bows her head in thought, but she’s disrupted by a flash of lightning and a very loud blast of thunder. She flinches and covers her head. “Do you know when this will end?”

“It’s going to be like this for while.”

“So…we’re stuck here?” she whimpers.

Something tugs at Toshiro’s heart. What little frustration he had cools. Maybe that’s why he’d been harsher before. He isn’t used to seeing her like this, and he hated that something like a storm was making her like this.

“We’re not stuck here,” he attempts to reassure. “It’ll lessen…at some point.”

This doesn’t do anything alleviate the frown in her brow, or the tear gathering in her eyes.

He tries to think how she’d react to seeing him like this. He knows he’d be mortified, would probably try to act as if nothing was wrong, and if that didn’t work, he’d yell at her to go away. She wouldn’t leave him though, she’s always been stubborn. What would she do after that?

Both Granny and Momo had an intuition about what comforts others. It’s something out of grasp, as foreign to him as his ability to sense the weather is to her.

Eventually, he gives up and just asks her, “What would make you feel better?”

She blinks, then chews on her lower lip. After a beat, she begins to move. When lightning strikes, she all but flings herself to his side and grabs his hand in a tight grip. “I-If it’s okay, c-can we hold hands?”

Normally he’d say ‘no’, but this was an exceptional circumstance. So despite the blush threatening to break out across his face, he tries to squeeze her hand back. “Sure,” he tries to say casually, but it comes out slightly strained.

“…It will pass, right?”

 “Of course it will. It always does.”

“Yeah, I know…but thank you for telling me.” She then gingerly rests her head on his shoulder. “Is this okay too?”

He can only give her an affirmative grunt.

They stay like this as the rain falls and thunder claps over the forest. He slowly relaxes into it, and she flinches less when they storm gives her a fright. The stinging in his knees ebbs and flows, growing less and less painful as the minutes tick by. At some point he rests his head against hers, and he has to resist the temptation to close his eyes and nap.

The air around them is oddly cozy, as if they were back in house with Granny, warm tea in their hands and blankets wrapped over them. Above all else, right now, it’s safest place in the world for both of them,

[baileypie-writes]

~Ranking All Pink Cures in Pretty Cure~

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Disclaimer: These are all my opinions! If you don’t agree with them, that’s fine! Just don’t attack me or anything.

Also, I did include Cure Black, even though I personally don’t see her as pink. But there are no other black cures, so I grouped her in here.

‼️Warning: Spoilers for Yes! Precure 5(+GoGo and Otona Precure)‼️

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~🎶18 - Cure Melody🎶~

(Suite Precure)

In very last place in Cure Melody. I’ve already talked about her in my “Cures I Hate” post, so I’ll simplify it here. I personally remember all the fights she and Cure Rhythm had to be started by her. She’s very rude to her as well. Also, I just don’t like her design. I don’t know why. I think it might be the hair.

~💕17 - Cure Lovely💕~

(Happiness Charge Precure)

I never got attached to Cure Lovely. She’s just a copy and paste of a lot of the previous pink cures. But not really, because at least they had personality. She has none. If you held a gun to my head and asked me to tell you one of her hobbies, I’d be dead.

~🍙16 - Cure Precious🍙~

(Delicious Party Precure)

Same as Cure Lovely. Just a copy and paste of previous pink cures. Her only personality trait is food, I think her catchphrase is dumb, and on top of that, she’s just very forgettable. What puts her higher than Lovely is her design. I think it’s really cute.

~📣15 - Cure Yell📣~

(Hugtto Precure)

I know that Yell is a lot of people’s favorite. But I just never connected with her. Like the ones below her, she’s just the basic pink personality. I also found her voice to be quite annoying at times. And don’t even get me started on her singing voice…

~🍑14 - Cure Peach🍑~

(Fresh Precure)

Cure Peach is alright. I think her personality is fine, and her design is cute. There’s nothing I dislike about her, but there are definitely better pink cures. That all.

~🌷13 - Cure Grace🌷~

(Healin’ Good Precure)

Same as the previous ones. Sort of a copy and paste, and pretty forgettable. But I’m currently rewatching Healin’ Good Precure, and she grew on me a bit. I don’t know what it is, but she’s just nice.

~💘12 - Cure Heart💘~

(Doki Doki Precure)

I like Cure Heart. She is similar to other pink cures, but she has a bit of her own special flavor. I love her design as well. And it’s nice to have a break from the super ditzy characters.

~🪄11 - Cure Miracle🪄~

(Maho Girls Precure)

While I’m not absolutely in love with Miracle, she was very entertaining to watch. I think she’s very funny. Her design is pretty good as well. That’s all I have to say.

~⭐️10 - Cure Star⭐️~

(Star Twinkle Precure)

Cure Star is definitely one of my favorite cure designs. I love her silly pigtails. Like Cure Heart, she’s similar to other pinks, but has her own little flare.

~🍰9 - Cure Whip🍰~

(KiraKira Precure A La Mode)

I have no idea how Whip made it so high. Her personality’s nothing special. I guess it has to be her design. I’m a sucker for dessert themes. Her creativity is a plus too.

~🌸8 - Cure Blossom🌸~

(Heartcatch Precure)

What can I say, she’s cool. Her design is really cute, her personality is pretty unique, and her friendship with Marine is adorable. I love her big glasses in her civilian form as well.

~💖7 - Cure Dream💖~

(Yes! Precure 5)

Cure Dream kind of set the mold for the pink characters. She’s a classic, and I love her. I also love her GoGo design. She’s so silly and fun to watch. The only thing that prevented her from being higher on this list is that she married her teacher…

~👑6 - Cure Flora👑~

(Go! Princess Precure)

Flora’s probably much higher on other people’s list. And I can see why. Flora’s great! She’s so lovable! Also, her solo in the second ending is so beautiful. It makes me ascend to God.

~🦴5 - Cure Wonderful🦴~

(Wonderful Precure)

I love Wonderful. For being the first leader cure to be an animal, she’s awesome. Her design is adorable too, and it really reflects her personality. The only thing I don’t like about her though, is that she can be too much sometimes. She also opens her big mouth a lot.

~🌺4 - Cure Bloom🌺~

(Futari wa Precure Splash Star)

You guys might be shocked to see her so high. And I kind of am too. I mean, her design is just so ugly. But I genuinely loved Splash Star so much, as well as Bloom. I know how similar she is to Cure Black, but I don’t really care. I just love her so much.

~🎀3 - Cure Happy🎀~

(Smile Precure)

I’m a bit biased with this one. I(unfortunately) watched Glitter Force as a kid, and so she’s basically engraved into my heart. I love her design and her personality, even though it’s nothing special. She’s just been with me the longest and has helped me through some tough times.

~☯️2 - Cure Black☯️~

(Futari wa Precure)

How many letters are in “Futari wa”??

If Cure Black was real, and she and I were the same age, I’m sure we’d be best friends. I love her personality so much, she’s so cool and funny. Not to mention, she’s one of the og cures. Every time she appears in the All Stars movies, I get so excited. She’s just awesome.

~🦋1 - Cure Butterfly🦋~

(Soaring Sky Precure)

Honestly, I still can’t believe she’s my favorite. I just feel like there are so many better cures. But somehow, she keeps making her way back up to first place. I just find her so lovable, and her design is so beautiful.(Marry me, Cure Butterfly)

That’s all! Let me know what you think of my ranking, and how you would rank them yourself!

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~~baileypie-writes