T R O U B L E ! MOVE OUT!
INDIE BLOSSOM / PPG. x x x
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@commanderandtheleader
T R O U B L E ! MOVE OUT!
INDIE BLOSSOM / PPG. x x x
/./ fixing my life up for a reboot. good gosh, i’ve missed bloss.
/./violent sobbing because you suddenly remember your blossom blog still exists and you just want to get back on your blossom blog.
Adorable Starters
“Guess what I got you!”
“That looks cute on you.”
“Sorry I worked late today. Want to do something?”
“I just want to run my fingers through your hair.”
“I’m exhausted. Want to just cuddle?”
“Calm down. It’s okay. No one was hurt.”
“It’s a beautiful day. Want to have a picnic?”
“Want to marathon something on Netflix?”
“Care to dance?”
“That was a nice surprise. What’s the occasion?”
“You are so adorable!”
“There’s a festival this weekend. Want to check it out?”
“Does this look silly?”
“Plenty of room under the blankets…”
“Let me help you with that.”
“Can we just stay in today?”
“I cleared my schedule to spend all day with you.”
“How did you like the flowers?”
“I feel like going to the beach.”
“Early to bed, early to wake -- -- makes a lady smart, pretty and great.”
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{ - ⊗ - } Ben knew all too well that someone had to do it. He’d been doing it himself almost every night. It was unnecessary for him to be doing it, but that didn’t stop him. He only ever stayed in when he was dead tired or forced by Gwen or Kevin. He’d never forgive himself if something happened while he was sleeping.
❝Reports are Dexter’s thing,❞ Ben tried a smile, though, just like Blossom, exhaustion kept it from being bright. ❝And I didn’t expect to up, either. I just… couldn’t sleep, you know? A couple of recruits got hurt on my scouting mission mission today. They’ll be okay, but—❞
Ben’s jaw set. Very few things had ever made him feel so helpless. He’d been in hard fights, he’d been in fights that seemed hopeless, but this had been going on for too long. All of the combined powers and efforts of everyone here and it felt like they were making no progress against Fuse.
❝I should be able to do more. What’s the use of this stupid watch if it can’t protect our home?❞
Wasn't that a familiar tune? Blossom sung it herself on more occasions than she could count, and it had since grown tired and dry in her throat. People looked to them for guidance and protection, to make the hard decisions when no one else could. But when their best wasn't good enough...
"Nothing crushes a person's soul more than carrying the world on their shoulders. But, you know what they say... with great power..." Blossom couldn't bring herself to polish off the old cliche. She sighed instead, and with a measured exertion, rested her hand on Ben's shoulder. "Would it be hypocritical of me to say... you can't win 'em all?"
That was the second half of the two-part harmony; when it came to Ben and Blossom, it fell on to deaf ears. Power, for them, was inherent. It was their responsibility and their burden. It made taking blows easier, spitting blood less bitter, and getting back on their feet a given. But when it failed to extend to those under their charge... those were wounds that wouldn't heal. Denial kept them fresh; they oozed guilt.
They did what they could. But they were children. Blossom would never dare say it, but she knew -- and she knew that Ben knew -- that they might not ever be enough.
"But it's not about the watch." Because it wasn't. "As... stylish as it is, you're worth more than the sum of its parts. You're a good leader, Ben. People listen to you because they know you won't let them down, just like they know what they're getting themselves into. "If it's any consolation -- I get it. I mean -- I don't have nearly as much on my plate as you do, but I can't help but feel -- we take all these lives in our hands."
The elegance of Blossom's expression had abandoned her. She struggled to voice her thoughts -- maybe it's because she'd never before articulated them, not even to herself. "I think about the people I've let down, not just the recruits, but all of Townsville... my sisters, sometimes... when you assume responsibility for everything, then you have everything to lose." Nothing like all the power to make one feel powerless. "We'll fail. But we'll keep going. And in a weird way, it kind of confirms that we're still human... in some respect."
With her fingers on the Omnitrix as if she might find a pulse, Blossom shrugged off the weight of her words. "Don't be so down on yourself. The most important thing you can ever do is keep it together."
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{ - ⊗ - } ❝You know,❞ Ben began with a small smile, ❝you’re one of the few people who can still sneak up on me.❞
He stood atop Ship’s wing, unable to sleep despite the hour. Hands shoved in his pocket, he overlooked the tall buildings and now-quiet streets with tired emerald eyes. How could he sleep knowing he should have seen this war coming and done something to prevent it? How could he sleep knowing that all their efforts combined still seemed to be keeping them at nothing but a standstill with Fuse? How could he sleep knowing there were kids out there fighting who never should have had to? They didn’t have some alien weapon latched on to their wrist. They all had a chance at a perfectly normal and happy life. And Fuse ruined that. Now everyone was a soldier.
❝Are you running a patrol?❞ Ben asked, turning to face Blossom. She, more than anyone else, could understand the shift Ben had gone through since the start of the war. ❝Or did you need me for something?❞
"Someone has to do it," said Blossom. She managed a tired smile, but it wasn't totally impervious to that note of sadness. The undertones of even such a short exchange went without saying; better us than them. Ben wasn't unfamiliar with the chains of commanding; it bothered Blossom sometimes.
It felt nice to let her feet touch the ground. Foreign, but nice. Very little could get Blossom out of the air thee days for all its trappings; the freedom of flying came with the responsibility of surveying a war-torn earth. She barely even slept, let alone touched down.
But she wouldn't leave a soldier alone. Not in the quiet hours, when everything seemed far too heavy without the rush of the day.
"Routine sweep -- levels of activity frighteningly low. Wish I could give you a report of some substance, or even something slightly suspicious. But it looks like you're working a late enough shift as it is, Hero." Really, Blossom ought to be relieving Ben of duty -- protecting earth's best was her prime occupation nowadays. It kept her active; when she stopped, even for a second, the world caught up with her. "Frankly, I didn't expect anyone else to be up and about."
Hanging On - Ellie Goulding
touch me and then turn away, and put your hands into the flame
this is the place I choose to defend
and I’ll defend it to the
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How strange it was that the earth could seem so hard and closed when its vulnerability painted the memories of all its inhabitants.
War did not rage down there. It crept and it crawled down there, its savagery akin to a disease that not one soul knew how to cure.
Force. Science. Faith. Hope. Trust. Pixie dust. Earth’s mightiest heroes wielding earth’s mightiest weapons did little to impede the hostile takeover.
Mortality was always on Blossom’s mind. The reality of loss had hit her hard and fast like a shooting star; not just losing those around her, but her own eventual decay had become far too pressing. She had always had the sense to comprehend that being ultra-superhuman wasn’t the same as being invincible, but one close call after another chinked the armoured skin she so proudly wore.
Strong would never be strong enough. Smart would never be smart enough. Fast would never be fast enough when everyone, everywhere, would end.
She supposed it was that lack of permanence that had convinced Blossom to abandon her post in the end. Sleepless nights turned days into tar pits that bled into each other and consumed her, and for all her meticulous planning, she was one giant step behind the chaos that none of them could seem to quell. It was only once she had left the sanctity of Sector V for the first time in Liberty Belle-knew how long, only once she’d thrown responsibility out with her tattered aspirations, that Blossom realized she had lost herself to the war long, long ago.
Buttercup had been the start. Maybe. If Blossom was honest, she’d been paling long before that. Though the separation hurt her more than her own selfishness at feeling it, leaving the reunited trinity of her family at least put things in perspective.
Whether it was a solution Blossom was looking for, or perhaps some inspiration to call to arms once more, it was only allowing space for her wounds to breathe that they could begin to heal, and she could be born anew.
It had been months. Months and months. No one had come looking. If they had, then Blossom could take pride in being exceptionally difficult to recover. It felt strange gliding back through Pokey Oaks as though she’d never left it, her home’s once quaint and tranquil normality marred by lesions upon the ground and reanimation seething like parasites.
Maybe she’d been declared missing in action. Maybe her absence hadn’t been noted at all. Maybe Blossom’s genetic identification to DexLabs had been wiped entirely from the system, and, for all intents and purposes, she was dead to the cause and to her friends. How many of them had truly fallen during her absence? How many faces would Blossom have to scrounge and save to remember now for their absence among her friends?
Would they still be her friends… or would they be changed people, as changed as she was? It was enough to make Blossom consider about-facing right then and there and launching herself into the cosmos.
But Blossom was bold and brave. She would face them. What was left of them.
She wondered where her feet would hurt the least to land, whether her own former home was hallowed ground now that she’d all but ousted herself from the front lines. It would almost be a betrayal to the familial bond that Blossom had so casually forsaken; oh, how it would ache.
There was the Treehouse. DexLabs. Familiar places filled with familiar people and the old routine of grin-and-bear-and-bandage-though-your-heart-is-about-to-shatter. Those would be the most hostile… places where Blossom would not only have to confront those she’d abandoned, but her own reasoning for abandoning them, too.
It’d be like ripping a bandaid; she’d endured worse pain. She’d inhaled Fusion matter and felt it rip its way through her, reversing the complex chemistry that held her together, yet Blossom’s nausea was incomparable.
Bandaid. Brave. Bold. Blossom, go.
She didn’t have her communicator anymore. She’d left it on her desk with no more than her lip gloss and her well-worn hair bow. But Blossom wondered all the same if she was worthy of global positioning as she glided effortlessly towards the Treehouse.
She felt a difference in the air here. It was harder to breathe… but re-adapting would be a process best taken in small steps.
“I’m home. And reporting for duty."
" Yea..." Buttercup paused. She could tell her. She could tell Blossom and maybe her sister would accept the fact that she was dating a criminal. Or she might not. Buttercup didn't want to make her sister mad at her. Talking to her, heck, BEING with her just felt so...right. She didn't want to say anything that might make her upset. Buttercup broke the awkward silence, " So what have you been up to? Still saving Townsville ? Talked to that Dexter kid you used to have a crush on?"
Ha-ha! Used to. Blossom screwed up her face as she poked her tongue out at Buttercup. "Point taken," said Blossom venomously. "Musician-talk is off the table for as long as Dexter-talk is. Moving on," she urged. But didn't know how to continue. When did Townsville not need to be saved? When were they people who weren't in trouble, or innocents who were not deserving of the constant vigil of the Powerpuff Girls?
"Put it this way," Blossom smiled sadly. "It's not been the same without you. But thankfully, we've had a little help... there's everyone else. The Tennysons, the Kids Next Door, everyone -- all working towards a common good. Feels kinda cool to have our own kind of Justice League. It'll be so cool having you on board with us -- wait." Blossom snapped her fingers. She was suddenly invigorated. "Why wait for an emergency? We should throw a party!"
have I ever mentioned I love powerpuff girls…? cause I dooooo
{ the newer themes, those which we've not had before (to my knowledge) have been added sooner. the recycled favorites are later. suggestions, reshuffles, other dates to remember and whatever else is always open to... the sunday calendar. }
"Oh man, I don't even know where to start." Buttercup smiled, wiping her tears away. Realizing what just happened she added "Don't you dare tell anyone I was crying. Especially Bubbles. Aw man, Bubbles! She's gonna end up bawling when she see's that I'm back." Buttercup though about all the times she'd been happy to have made Bubbles cry. Those days were long gone, but she missed when everything was so simple and easy. What she was about to tell Blossom wasn't gonna be simple or easy. "Before I get on with it you better sit down. The main reason I've been gone so long is I got amnesia. We've got Mojo to thank for that. I washed up on Bravo Beach and some....um..... really nice rock stars saved me. They took care of me and even let me join their band. One of then even became my boyfriend! But...um... well... I'm not sure how to put this... the thing is you know them. But you know them in a different light..."
Even sitting down, it was difficult to process. None of it seemed real... Having Buttercup back was one thing. It was strange. Blossom didn't want to admit that she'd become accustomed to the massive void that being one sister down had left. But everything Buttercup must have seen, what she said she'd done... how surreal. Blossom couldn't imagine it. She began to rationalize.
"It makes... sense," Blossom began, the hardware of her ultra-super mind whirring. "I mean, Mojo got you pretty good..." But Bubbles got him better. For all their sister was the sweetest grain in the sugarbowl, all the tears in the world would never fill the volume behind the heck of the beating she'd dealt Mojo Jojo. "But that's -- it all just sounds so... cool. Here we were worrying -- thinking the worst -- I think for a moment, I was even scared." Blossom smiled sadly. "But we never gave up. Ever. I think I always knew, even though you were everywhere and anywhere but here, that you were okay, Buttercup."
Blossom was mentally steeling herself for re-introducing Buttercup to the world. So much had changed; although at heart it was the same, its beat was slightly different. There was more than enough to think about. In fact, she'd overlooked one very important detail which, upon re-discovery, shot her warm eyes wide. "Wait, back up, Buttercup! You were dating a musician?"
And then, all over again, she had the superior-sister-satisfaction of getting to report that to the Professor.
"I will have to have a word with him later about… Those missions requiring recruits to steal candy from the Candy Pirates he kept giving. Why, he let the rangers in the wilderness toilet paper the KND outposts! With the Toilenator’s help!
Family time? To spend with Utonium and Bubbles and…. Wait a second, are you meaning to say Buttercup has been found?!”
"Sometimes I think to myself that Lord Fuse must survey our forces and have a good ol' Villain Laugh to himself. That's what happens when you put boys in charge, though. All toilet humor, no action. And... yeah. That's the long and short of it. My sister is home. And I'm fairly sure that this time, I'm not dreaming. If I was, then I wouldn't still have paperwork to do."
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