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Human!Moko Jono (Michelle) of the 1998 Powerpuff Girls. Written by Mouse. Independent, private, OC and crossover friendly.

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MOJO ; (jojoisnomo‌)

          He shrugs again. “I think you’re reading too much into it. She’s a kid with a wild imagination. If anything, she probably sees the girls with another hero and pictures them getting married or something.” Given that Blossom had once crushed hard on Captain America, it probably isn’t out of the question that she might still have heart eyes for him. And with Momo being incredibly perceptive she probably had just picked up on it.

she shrugs in response, “hate to admit it, but you’re probably right.” she folds her arms over her chest in a casual movement, no hostility. she thinks they’re getting the hang of this. of co-parenting. at least a little bit. “well, thanks, mojo. i’ll see you sunday night for pickup, right?”

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Sometimes my heart aches at how my life turned out, in a good way.

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I just love *clenches fist* talking about character analysis and why characters act the way they do. It’s supremely satisfying to figure out motivations of characters and see how that ties into their core nature and how they perceive the world around them.

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jojoisnomo‌:

<< @mckcjcnc​ asked >>  “i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.” (is this moko…..having a CONSCIENCE?!)

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          They had been lying in silence atop the observatory, the stars shining above them a peaceful distraction from the chaos of the city far below them. Mojo turns his head to look at her for a moment. “I used to think the same way,” he says, a hand finding her’s in the dark. “For a long time I don’t think I ever even knew what happy even was. I was convinced that life for me would only ever be pain and misery and failure, that there was something inherently wrong with me that made it so I was incapable of happiness. But then I met you, and something felt different. I felt like maybe, just maybe, I was wrong about everything.” He squeezes her hand. “If there’s even a chance that I might deserve to be happy, then you definitely deserve it.”

moko smiles at him in the dark, eyes shining in the dim light of the stars, her hand intertwines with his. his words are sweet, and hit her right between the ribs. even after everything she’s done to him, even after telling him what she’s done to him, the fact he can still be so in love with her is terrifying. she’d only ever seen her parents like this, and something about them had always felt impossible. a one in a billion chance at that kind of happiness. and here jojo was, offering joy to her on a silver platter. she squeezes his hand back. “you deserve to be happy more than anyone i’ve ever met.” and she meant it with her whole heart. she presses a feather-light kiss to his cheek. “i’m so grateful i get to be part of your happiness, jojo.”

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titaniumxwill‌

         dipper has to fuckin’ blink to make sure he heard that right. “uh, sure, dude. but i think i’m capable of making my own judgments.” he answers with an undignified huff as he crosses his arms over his chest. sizing the woman in front of him up doesn’t take much, thanks to genetics on his grunkle’s side of the family, he had gotten tall. not taller than most but definitely taller than her. he doesn’t appreciate having someone talk about his friends like this, but he also does realize he doesn’t have the whole picture. “but don’t badmouth buttercup, she’s a hell of a lot but she’s still my friend.” he has absolutely no clue whether or not his voice sounds threatening but at least his words are earnest. and sometimes, that scares people the most. 

she smiles, but there’s nothing sweet about it. “i wouldn’t count on it.” bubbles’ boyfriend was taller than her, but that’s no surprise to her. almost everyone was taller than her. but she doesn’t let him intimidate her. she dated a supergenius supervillain and tricked him. she couldn’t take him physically, and she wouldn’t try, but one scream from her and he’d be dragged out by the burly man on the barstool to her left. “if you wanna start fighting everyone who badmouths buttercup your fists will get tired.” his earnesty is sweet, and maybe buttercup needs a friend like him, but moko isn’t here to cause more drama than she already has. she just doesn’t want him sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

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jojoisnomo‌:

          He turns fully toward her, eyes not leaving hers. “I could never be mad at you,” he says, taking one of her hands between both of his. “Just tell me.”

she feels her eyes water, her chest tighten. which secret should come first? she takes a shuddering breath. eyes averting to the right. her voice is barely above a whisper. “i’ve been lying to you. and i’m so so sorry, jojo.” she meets his eyes again.  it hurts so much to have to say it all to his face. but he’s earned it.“someone asked me to distract you. to help to deter the beat-alls because of how successful you were at defeating the powerpuff girls. i’ve been a small-time criminal since i was fourteen. the cops offered to wipe my record if i did it.” she takes another shuddering breath, tears falling down her face rapidly now, her throat closing. “i didn’t expect to actually fall in love with you, jojo. but i did. so quickly, too.” her heart feels like it’s in an iron grip, her lungs feel like they’ll collapse. she is physically pained to spill all of this. and she wasn’t even actually done. she needs to know how this secret will play out before she drops the second bomb. despite the fact that the second bomb is why she she’s saying it all in the first place.

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jojoisnomo‌:

          He should have just let her walk off home. He really should have. But she’d been ready to start walking on her own instead of being left behind by his choice. He couldn’t just let her win like that. Not again. “You don’t get to go gaslighting and then walk away like this whole thing is over,” he snaps. “Even if that is the one thing you’re good at.”

her hands are on her hips, her eyes are narrowed, but she takes no steps closer to him. they were done, there was nothing more to say, what else could he possibly want to wrench from her today? he’d opened her eyes about maureen, he’d shoved his better life, her better life, in her face. she was choosing to walk away than be stuck in a car with him after he’s pushed her around and now he’s claiming she’d gaslighted him. what the fuck was in his coffee? “when did i ever make you question your own sanity?” she snaps. she’s good at leaving and she won’t argue with him on it when they both know it true, but she’d never tried to make him question whether he was sane or not.

he’d been a long con, her first and last, and she’d had to play it differently than any other con before it. but she’d always done her best to keep the lies at minimum for what she expected it to be. parts she’d played in the past poked through, people she’d pretended to be once reared their heads, but never once did she mean to make him doubt her love for him. especially after it was true.

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“I can’t remember why I teamed up with you in the first place.” [smug emoji face]

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michelle’s eyes raise to the ceiling. dealing with him wasn’t on her mind when she’d decided to come back to townsville for momo. “nice to see you again, too, him.” she doesn’t make eye contact, barely adjusts her voice’s natural pitch. “to be fair, you didn’t really team up with me. it’s not like you asked me to come along.”

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gldnprncss‌:

       princess loves hearing the word yes– especially if it’s related to a scheme. she does have to admit she does not have the same knack for ruining the puffs days as she used to but she is, however, still a jealous girl. she wanted power and control and even if she had to resort to petty means, then let that be that. “here you go,” princess says, a wickedness to her features curled at her lips as she hands crisp, freshly out of the atm dollar bills into moko’s hands, an amount she didn’t even bother to count but more than likely is more than she actually needed. “if you can somehow get it to be on national tv, i’ll give you extra. hell, i’ll even throw a car if you wanted to.”

moko mentally counts and pockets the money, mind already whirring at the possibilities of just how she can go about this. and even get it televised. like hell she wasn’t going to accept the promise of extra payment. “you should be seeing a replay of the events on e! news tonight. i’ll make it a story to never forget.” she doesn’t need a car, but if she could find one she wanted bad enough she’d take princess’ offer in a blink.

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BUTTERCUP | (rebelpuff‌)

               buttercup isn’t thrilled with the idea of keeping mj with some fragile humans, grandparents or not. not that she’s going to be the one to suggest a different arrangement. they’d talked this all out before, obviously. they rarely had a plan before entering a situation, but this isn’t exactly something they can assess as they go. none of them are playing with mj’s life, even if her father will. correction: even if mj’s father is too fucking stupid to realize that he IS. 

               bubbles had suggested letting michelle and mj live with them, but that idea had been shot down within three seconds. none of them have any qualms about allowing mj, of course. it was michelle. mj could sleep in their rooms, or they could set up the den again for bedroom use. but the idea of having michelle anywhere near their home made buttercup see green. blossom didn’t like how much access michelle might have. while the woman isn’t a utonium genius, she isn’t DUMB, and there’s a lot of the professor’s notes and blossom’s own paperwork that michelle could get ahold of. they’d eventually decided on two plans: a, letting mj stay at their house, if michelle was smart enough to see that having three superpowered aunts nearby was her best bet, and b, adding wherever they decided to stay to the nightly patrol. adding SEVERAL patrols if needed. 

               “she can stay with us as long as she wants.” the fact that jojo would get PISSY about mj spending time with the professor is just a wonderful bonus. “we can talk about visitation later.” as if, after choosing to spend the rest of his life with the literal, actual devil, jojo was in any state of mind to be seeing his daughter unsupervised. obviously his judgement has NEVER been sound, but this is fucked. him’s a jealous creature. they won’t have any qualms about adjusting jojo’s family to better suit their needs. buttercup doesn’t give a fuck what bullshit jojo weaves together about trusting him. buttercup doesn’t trust him as far as she can throw them. 

moko nods, already starting a mental list of what needed taken care of tonight and what could wait until morning. her parents would doubtlessly take them in, even if only until they could find their own footing. she hated to crash in on them, but they loved her and momo (and mojo) to absolute pieces.

she smiles, genuinely and truly, at buttercup. “thank you. i don’t know how i’d handle this if you girls weren’t here.” she hasn’t grown too close to the girls in the passing years, but imagining this scenario without them breaks her heart. the idea of having to explain this to momo on her own breaks her heart.

she steels her gaze and swallows the last of her fear, anger, sadness. what matters now was making sure she and momo had a safe place to go for the night. “i’m going to go speak to my parents. we’ll get the most important things settled at their house. i’ll call when we’ve finished. we can get anything else we need tomorrow.” if he thought she wouldn’t find a way to take his piano he was so fucking wrong. then again, he probably wasn't even thinking of the damage he’d left behind. him always managed to wrap mojo around their scaly claws.

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moko runs her tongue over her teeth as she scrutinizes the boy before her. about buttercup’s age no doubt, and dating bubbles from what she’d heard. as far as she knows momo’s only met him a handful of times, max. “i don’t know what you’ve heard, about me or my relationship with my daughter, but if it’s from buttercup, i wouldn’t trust it. she’s incapable of being neutral in the matter.” she has no doubt buttercup had tried to ruin her image to this boy from the beginning. and she doesn’t care much what he thinks of her, either. but the last thing she needs is another prying eye into her relationship with her daughter, and he seemed like the nosy type.

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Muse name: Michelle Aria Janish Least Favorite Nickname: In some verses, don’t call her Moko Jono after she’s left Mojo. She’s not a fan of most shortened forms of her first name either, but you will not get away with calling “Mishy”  Least Favorite Season: She surprisingly isn’t big on fall. Least Favorite - Hot or Cold: Cold Least Favorite Holiday: She isn’t big on holidays in general, seeing as they weren’t a big deal when she was growing up. She really doesn’t see the point of St. Patrick’s Day or the smaller holidays. Least Favorite Food: Anything she can’t easily cook. Probably raw veggies, she ate a lot of cheap veggies as a kid but at least they were always cooked. Least Favorite Flavor: She has a decent sweet-tooth, but it has it’s limits, also anything bitter. Least Favorite Drink: Hot coffee. She only likes it iced. Least Favorite Scent: motor oil Least Favorite Sound: Her ears are sensitive to sound, so loud and piercing or off-key notes are very unappreciated. Least Favorite TV show: Anything Bachelor-esque. All other reality shows get a pass if nothing else is on. Least Favorite Area of School: She wasn’t (and isn’t) very good at advanced mathematics. Least Favorite Aspect of their Jobs: If she had to pick one it’s definitely her likelihood to grow attached to her marks. Least Favorite in Others: People who are sticklers for the rules to the point of ruining her fun. Least Favorite Place: In some verses, Townsville, and further, the observatory. In others, still Townsville, though for other reasons. Least Favorite Thing to Talk About: Herself, at all. Over the years there have been so many lies weaved with truth she wouldn’t know where to begin. Least Favorite thing about Themselves: She isn’t fond of how soft she can be, both in standing up for herself (as she’s flight over fight) and to marks. She wishes she were more ruthless. Least Favorite Daily Chore: Cooking Least Favorite Type of Clothing: Anything too baggy or too tight. She likes a good fit. Except in sweatshirts, those can be oversized. Least Favorite Superpower: She hates laser-vision almost on principle. Least Favorite Thing About Being In Love: How vulnerable she feels and becomes. Least Favorite Thing About Death: That it’s the end of everything.

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“Wow, you wrote all this? This is…genius.”

villains!

moko’s head spun to where olivia was, looking over her notes by her piano. original compositions were written in tandem with the poetry, meant to flow together as one piece. she smirks and walks over to her, picking up one of the compositions. “wait until you actually hear it.” the poetry was often inspired by her more interesting crimes. there were a few beatles-esque ones to match her time with mojo and his crew.