#brute ppg

[hailcheese]

[retshirou]

i’m a day late but happy 25th anniversary!!! buttercup was special to me as a baby and still is now, so this one’s for the buttercups of the world 💚💚💚

[blankie-greenie-anon]

Brute, the absolute brute 👊

[lorikabori]

Three flavors of mean girls in high school, illustrated by the PowerPunk Girls

[azar-rosethorn]

Random TDIS Headcanons: Updated LGBTQ Headcanons

Blossom - Asexual Lesbian (She/her)

Bubbles - Pansexual (She/her)

Buttercup - Genderfluid Demiromantic Lesbian (She/he/they)

Brick - Mspec Unlabeled (he/him)

Boomer - Bisexual Demiboy (he/they)

Butch - Aroace Non-Binary (he/they)

Bunny - Biromantic Asexual (she/her)

Bullet - Bigender Pansexual (she/he)

HIM - Gay, Genderfluid (any pronouns

Bliss - Aroace Agender (any pronouns)

Quinn Morbucks - Lesbian (she/her)

Lilith - Omnisexual (any pronouns)

(Alright, speed round)

Andrea - Poly

Ace - Transmasc

Snake & Grubber- Non-Binary

Lil Arturo & Big Billy - Demiboys

Mojo - Bi

Professor - Heteromantic Ace

Berserk - Bi

Brat - Omni

Brute - Abrosexual

Sedusa - Bi

Mask Scara - Pan

[snobgoblin]

so i drew the Powerpunk Girls

[over-under-through1]

Do Powerpunks exist in your hc? If yes what are they like?

they don’t in the PPG’s world, they’re still in their mirror dimension, but let’s talk about their personalities and looks:

(TW for emotional and mental abuse; manipulation. <in this household we say “fuck you, Professor Plutonium>)

Berserk:

mirror dimension= opposite of Blossom, though they share some similarities. she’s vindictive and manipulative (not emotionally so, but she’s able to get what she wants from others, especially law enforcement whenever/ifever they get caught), gives poor direction, and does not care about how she’s perceived.

background: after Plutonium saw the PPG, and after their escape, he would constantly direct his anger towards Berserk, saying things like “if you were half the leader of this team that you should have been born to be, they wouldn’t have beat you. I’ve seen your potential in full now, you can’t live up to it”. he mentally and emotionally abused her.

she makes the worst calls , both for herself and her sisters. she doesn’t know how to handle being a leader, and the pressure put on her by Plutonium when she was younger lead to her burning out really quickly. she doesn’t take care of herself as a young adult/adult, and her sisters (while they might have a semi-rocky relationship, they still love each other) worry about her

this is where she and Blossom are similar, both letting stress get to them. the difference is that Blossom had many supporting figures in her early life to help her learn coping mechanisms and ways to help with her anxiety. Berserk had that with her sisters, but she didn’t let them help. it took her a few years before she finally let them in.

Brute made her go to therapy, it’s been difficult, but she’s slowly but surely bettering herself

appearance wise, she’s lean, but she’s the shortest of her sisters, standing at 5’5

wears mostly maroon/magenta, lots of tank tops, lots of leggings. wears heels to try to make herself look taller, but she doesn’t know how to walk in them so she floats most of the time. she still wears the long ribbon to keep her hair tied up

Brute:

different than Berserk, Brute isn’t the total opposite of Buttercup, they share some personality traits. both are stubborn and observant. they both prefer to use actions over words to express themselves, and use fighting as a way to relieve stress

like Buttercup being the first to notice Blossoms anxiety and stress, Brute is the first to notice the faltering and breaking in Berserks exterior. she’s also the one to notice Plutonium’s toxicity and manipulation, and the first to reach out to Berserk to try to help.

Brute is less impulsive than Buttercup, her moves are calculated and thought out. out of the three sisters, she is arguably the best “team leader”, but Plutonium never gave her the chance to try

she cares about people very deeply, even if it takes time and effort for her to let others in. once you gain her trust, she’ll be there for you, always. but if you lose that trust, you won’t get it back. she does not give second chances

personal headcannon of mine is that Brute is aroace

appearance wise, she wears a lot of eyeliner. heavy eye looks, she has a pixie cut that she sometimes let’s grow out into a bob, but very rarely. she’s 5’7

she wears mostly combat boots, giant leather jackets, black cargo pants

Brat:

Brat is a very quick 180° from Bubbles. like her namesake, she is, well, a brat. she gets annoyed easily, and closes off from others without warning. she builds walls that almost no one can get around. however, when she wants something, she’ll get it. she has a switch that she likes to call the “Bubbles personality”, which she named after their first meeting, that she turns on to get people to trust her/give her the things she asks for that they wouldn’t have otherwise. she’s able to turn on and off this “cute facade”, easily able to bend others to do her “bidding”

she relies heavily on Brute as a emotional backup, Brute is the one person who she doesn’t “close off” from very often, and even when she does, Brute knows when to give her space and when to push for her to talk

when she and Brute first reached out to Berserk, and Berserk refused their help, she pulled back. she didn’t understand why her sister didn’t want her help. she became more snippy towards people and her temper was short. when Berserk eventually reached out to ask for their help, it took some convincing and explaining on Brute’s behalf about why she didn’t accept the help before. eventually Brat does come around

Brat is actually really smart. she knows her way around things, and finds solutions to her problems easily. though she can’t speak to animals, or learn 20 languages in an hour, she has an eidetic memory and retains information easily

Brat is 5’7, same height as Brute. her hair is kept in two long dutch braids, and is bleached and dyed silverish-white

she has poor eyesight, and wears eye contacts to combat it. this means that she’s not able to use her heat vision in fights though, so she looks for alternatives when she can

she wears short-shorts 80% of the time, even in cold weather, fish nets, crop tops, and she’s somehow able to pull off the shorts-and-stilettos look really well.

thanks for the ask! sorry it’s taken me so long to get to

[thewritingstar]

When the Night is Still Young

Pairing: Brute x Princess 

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

notes: Did I write this because @sxnalien art and couldn’t stop thinking about how good it was? absolutely Plus this ship needs more love and I shall serve. Enjoy :)  

tag list: @shellielyzabeth @over-under-through1 (if you want to be on my tag list I have a post about that.)

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The wind was light and fair as it rolled through Townsville. It was one of those nights that nothing happened. No monster attacks or a bank being robbed. Rare but peaceful. Unless you were a part of the Morebucks household. No every night was pure bliss as the richest girl in the city and probably the entire country, waltzed towards her room ready to turn in for the night.

Her glass of milk was set on her nightstand that was embezzled with pure gold and hefty sapphires as the handles. She was one of high class and taste so anything under $500 would not cut it. Even the mountain of pillows that laid on her king size bed had more worth than most of the salaries of the kids on the far side of town. Big, flashy, rich. Her taste couldn’t be matched.

She grabbed her novel and slipped into bed where the finest silk sheets of a deep purple hue laid. Even at age 24, she was just as many remembered. Spoiled, chunning, spoiled, rude, spoiled, hot, spoiled, manipulative and of course spoiled rotten.

But when Daddy Morebucks had more money than most, what else were you to expect? In fact her taste proved in every aspect of her life.The food she ate was organic and came from the best chefs around. The clothes were designer and handbags imported from overseas. Her jewels had rare value and she loved nothing more than to show off her money. Even the people she dated were a part of her social level.

She flipped the page of her book as her lamp, that came from Paris and was crafted from stained glass, gave a soft glow. It was quiet and the estate had turned in for the night. The only thing she heard was the soft tapping of the wind.

And then the shuffle of the balcony door lock.

“You’re late.” Princess said as another page was turned. A grumbled came from the window as it closed.

“You’re lucky I'm even here.”

The book was taken out of her hands and she looked up to see the pair of greens eyes. Black eyeliner was caked around them, bringing out the rich color that glowed under the soft light of the lamp.

“Still dressing like a street rat I suppose.” Princess smirked and a dark chuckle came from the other girl.

“You act like you don’t like the chains and spikes. Sugar Plum.” Brute winked as she flashed a grin that showcased her slightly sharpened canines.

Princess pressed her lips together as her cheeks puffed out into a pout knowing she was right. But nonetheless her eyes traveled down. For someone who only wore Louis Vuitton and Gucci, she found out that her soft spot was black crop tops, leather jackets and a spiked collar that made her shiver every time it was worn around Brute's neck.

“Maybe I do. Get over it.” Princess spat as Brute leaned until her nose bumped hers.

“You’re such a little brat ya know?” She said as she took her lips into a bruising kiss.

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If you would have told Princess that she would one day end up underneath the notorious green powerpunk. She would have laughed and thrown a gold bar at your face. She had only dated men whose wallets were almost as big as hers and just as snotty. Yet not once did she ever feel something more than physical attraction, even then it was slim.

She wanted high class and someone who could stand their own next to her. No one had ever come close to it. The relationships would turn to dust in a matter of months and deep down she wanted to have someone there who appreciated her for more than money, she was human after all.

And that's when she met Brute. One of the galas she had attended was coming to the end and she had decided that the world had seen enough of her for the night. Since it was one of the smaller events, Princess took her own car. Sometimes the limos were too stuffy and she preferred to drive the night with the windows down and her own tune humming.

“Damn these heels.” She groaned as the elevator to the parking garage was now out of order. She pushed open the stairwell and wished she had her jetpack to soar her through the sky. The click of her black stilettos echoed as she climbed the stairs.

The top of the parking garage came into view as she opened the last door and clicked her phone to make sure that whoever didn’t fix that damn elevator would be fired or seriously hurt. The luxury convertible with her signature license plate was on the other side and sometimes she wondered why she did this to herself.

Huffing, she continued in her tall heels not noticing the door behind her opening. In those mere seconds of her pulling out her eyes, she felt an arm wrap around her waist. She let out a yelp before throwing her elbow back and twisting the arm not caring about the snap that came with it. She turned before sending her foot in between the legs of the man who dared to touch her.

“Get the fuck off of me!” She growled before shoving the tip of her heel down next to his face, missing him by a hair.

Her eyes glared down at the man now weeping on the ground. His hands were raised in a shudder as he tried to regain his breath from being thrown to the ground and kicked in the balls. Quickly she leaned down and took a picture of his id before tossing it at his face and spraying him with pepper spray for good measure.

She ignored his scream as she walked away and texted the picture to her personal body guards. “Fucking scum bags.”

Her head was now sprouting a headache and all she wanted to do was get home and be surrounded by her riches. Princess narrowed her eyes as she came closer to her car and noticed a figure leaning against it. Smoke blowing from their lips as the cigarette sat between their fingers.

“Unless you are going to pay for those scratches, beat it!” She spat and pointed her finger.

The cigarette was dropped to the ground with an immature flip and black combat boots came down on it like a bug. The light gave out as she looked up with a dark chuckle, the last of the smoke dissipating into the air and Princess felt the shiver in her spine as she noticed the sinister grin coming from the other woman.

“This little thing?” The woman, she assumed was around her age, trailed her finger along the hood. “I’ve seen better.”

The red head rolled her eyes and looked her up and down. “What do you want Brute?”

Brute tilted her head like a dog getting offered a walk. “Ahh so the queen knows who i am.” She pushed off the car and threw a hand in her pocket. “I’m flattered.”

“It’s not like you keep a low profile. Everyone knows who the Punks are.” She spat. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to leave.” She tried to take a step but Brute blocked her path.

“The night is still young Sugar Plum.” Brute raised her eyebrow and Princess suddenly felt so small against those green eyes.

“Why would I want to spend my valuable time with you?” She asked.

Brute chuckled and shrugged. “Not too sure babe. But I did just watch you kick and spray that poor sucker over there and now I'm intrigued.”

Maybe Princess didn’t notice the blush creeping up on her cheeks but she pushed all thoughts away and scoffed. “He’s a creep and I don’t have time for nonsense. Goodnight.” She pushed past and clicked her car door open.

“Yay know. I wish I were in town to see the old Princess.” Brute said and she paused.

“Old Princess?”

“Yep.” Brute popped the P. “The infamous Princess Morebucks. Doesn’t take shit from anyone and does what she wants. So sad that we are so young and yet you parade around like daddys little golden medal, making sure to please everyone with an image you don’t want to keep.”

“It’s called running a business.” Princess said quickly yet she hated that the other woman was right.

“No need to get defensive, I’m just saying that I thought you were much more wild. Afterall you were a super villain but maybe you’ve been humbled down to a spoiled brat whose only reckless behavior is staying up till one.” Brute smirked before turning on her heel. “See ya later Sugar Plum.”

Brute began to walk. The metal chain belt made a slight rattling as she inched closer and closer towards the stairwell. Princess stood as she looked at her steering wheel then back at the punk. Something inside of her wanted to just drive away, feel the freedom that she used to as a teenager.

She got into the car, seatbelt clashing loudly as if all sound had been turned off around her. Her hands gripped the wheel and her eyes glanced towards the sky where the moon was hardly up.

The engine roared to life and she pulled out of the parking space making her way towards the exit.

“Get in.” She said and the punk turned around with a devious grin. A shutter went through her spine as the door opened and the seat filled in with Brute.

“Alright Sugar Plum, lets see that wild side.” And soon the parking lot was filled with dust as rubber burned through the city's streets.

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You could hear the music blasting from the street as the pair walked up to the door.

“A club?” Brute asked yet she was impressed with the location.

It was located on the far side of town. The crime rate here had skyrocketed over the years and if you wanted to find a drug paradise, check between the cracks of the sidewalks.

Princess led her to the door. Her ID didn’t need to be checked as they passed the long line and were ushered in quickly. The dim lights only held a sea of bodies grinding against one another while cheap booze flowed in their veins.

The music was terrible and the smell might have been worse but she grabbed the punk's hand and led her to the dance floor without a care in the world. Their hips swayed and soon they had a drink in their hands.

The red head let the alcohol flood her system and soon the music wasn’t as bad as before. She kept her eyes focused on those dazzling greens. She hated the color beforehand. Thought that it was trashy unless it was a crisp hundred bill. But now even with the blazing light, she could see the flecks of the hue taking shape in her iris and wanted to explore it further.

“I never would have pegged you as a club person.” Brute said in her ear as the Princess pressed her back to her chest.

“It's the only place no one cares who you are.” She said as her hand made its way to Brutes cheeks and pulled her into a kiss.

Maybe she let the world of her father's business consume her before her life had even started. Maybe Brute was right. She was Princess Motherfucking Morebucks. The same girl who used to build rockets and lasers just to destoy the puffs and now she was wasting what should be her reckless party years, doing things she would be doing for the rest of her life.

Brute's hands traveled down until she spun the red head around and kissed her again. Princess’s hands wandered to her neck as she tugged slightly at the spiked collar with a large metal loop.

“There's that wild side.” Brute said against her lips as she pulled her impossible closer while the music played. “I like it.”

Princess couldn’t tell what was driving her insane. The third shot of vodka or the way her lips felt like molten lava, a tingling sensation she had never had before but she was craving it like no other. All her past relationships came into her mind.

Man after man, not one could even bring Princess the satsiaction to even smile. They had all been the one thing she hated most, boring. Fake smiles, only there for her last name and to climb the ranks, that all she was. She was a bank vault that many wanted to access and she had begun to just give up the code, but not anymore. She didn’t want boring and she certainly wouldn’t be that.

Brute was far from it. Piercings and tattoos covered her arm, something her father would disaprove of greatly, and yet she didn’t have a care in the world as she just let the music play on.

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Princess kissed her back, enjoying the way the metal lip pieces felt against her lips. It was electrifying and freeing as Brute kissed her neck. She had been captivated by the punk. The way she doted on her like no man had before. She originally thought she was only here for the money, a big fear she kept to herself but although Brute loved cash, she enjoyed the presence of the spoiled girl more.

“I got you something.” Brute whispered in her ear. A shock wave of pleasure jolted through Princess' heart as Brute reached into her pocket and pulled out a velvet box. “I know how much you love chain babes.”

Princess took the box and opened it. It was a silver chain necklace with a small crown charm.

“But I also know that it's not your thing, so I thought something that would remind you of your royal status would do.” She joked but Princess stared at the small necklace with wide eyes.

It was simple and small, yet she felt tears threaten to spill. Her entire life she had been showered with elegant gifts and priceless treasures. She was accustomed to receiving fine things, because it was expected. Sometimes it was underwhelming to constantly get things that never had an emotional value.

She took the necklace out of the wrapping and put it on. The cool metal graced her skin and she felt her cheeks heat up at the sweet gift. She looked up at Brute who had a soft expression, something she wore rarely.

Princess set the box aside and placed her hand against Brute’s cheek.

“It's not diamonds but it will do.” She playfully teased before kissing Brute.

She felt Brute groan against her lips and soon she was laying on top of her.

“You’re still spoiled as ever.” Brute glared as she ran her fingers through the curly ginger locks. “But I still like it.” She winked “Reminds me of when I first saw you beat up that dude.”

“That was two years ago.” Princess blew on her bangs.

Brutes hand lightly slapped her ass making the redhead bury her face in her neck. “Yeah but it was hot.”

Princess hummed. “Whatever. Thank you by the way.” She said the last part quickly.

“Ooooo did I just hear the queen thank me?” Brute laughed and her hands were then held above her head pressing into the sheets. She looked through hooded eyes up at the redhead pinning her from above.

“I’m not repeating myself.” Princess batted her eyelashes.  “Now, let's go for a ride.”

“Really? At two a.m?” Brute smirked.

Princess practically jumped off her bed before walking to her closet and changing quickly. She reappeared wearing a short black dress and her own pair of combat boots. 

Brute sat up with a smirk and gave a low whistle. 

“The nights still young babe.” She said before grabbing Brutes hands and leading out the door to her private garage. Soon her car roared to life and the windows were rolled down as the drove off into the night. 

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I hope you enjoyed :) 

shout out to my lovely betas: Lisa, Aves and Cilla :)