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[rebelpuff-a]

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          the answer’s ALWAYS no --- blossom always has something to do, some press conference to organize, some charity event to attend --- but she can’t help asking anyway. “ “wanna go out?” it’s not even a skeezy bar she’s going to this time. it’s a quaint little karaoke bar that ms bellum took them to on their eighteenth birthday. hardly buttercup’s usual haunt, but bellum invited, and buttercup can almost never say no to that woman. it’s a CURSE, that desire to make that underappreciated woman’s life just a little easier, a little more fun. they’re four of a kind. “ms bellum’s paying,” buttercup offers, like it MATTERS. she’s scared her way into a few places before, terrified some drinks out of bartenders tougher than nails.

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“BLOSSOM!” 

It had been a long time. A really long time since she’d had enough time to finally see her sister. Not that the other would probably have had much time either. She was much more important than Bubbles was after all. It would only make more sense that she wouldn’t have time to just pop down to City Hall to come and talk with her.

She shot towards Blossom, a wide smile on her face and her arms up as if to hug her sister before she even reached her. 

“I missed you! Are we ever gonna have that picnic?”

She fully understood talking over the communicators was a decent way of staying in contact with her sister, but seeing the other girl was so much better! Seeing Blossoms face was far better than just hearing her voice, right? Actually seeing her was...important to say the least. 

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            It was rare for any of the heroes throughout the war to have any sense of normalcy anymore, between reports of sectors being taken over and news of recruits being felled in gruesome battles it was a wonder that anyone knew how to smile anymore, let alone have fun. It pulled at her heart strings, honestly, how all these kids ( herself included ) had to endure such hardship, the weight of the world on their shoulders once again like some sick dance that never wanted to end. It pushed and pulled at morale and despite her own feelings Gwen wanted nothing more than to keep it boosted as high as she could.

            With the mountains being looked after by other heroes for a while so she could take a break, Gwen used that opportunity to visit Sector V to check up on things but also because she knew that’s where Blossom usually was, having formed a close bond with the Powerpuff on the battlefield numerous times before, Gwen felt the need to look in on her friend, who she knew worked tirelessly to keep everyone safe. The leader of the Powerpuffs was one of the hardest working soldiers this war had and Gwen knew she needed a breather more than anyone.

            Blossom, busy as ever, didn’t seem to notice her presence at first so approaching silently from behind the anodite reached out and tapped the girl on the shoulder to grab her attention. ❝I think you need a break. How do you feel about joining me for lunch?❞  she grinned, holding up two bags full of things they both liked with a couple of sodas. ❝It was hard getting this stuff but you know me, I have my ways.❞

[rebelpuff-a]

Siblings are the only enemies you can’t live without. // mojo jojo, blossom, buttercup, and bubbles utonium of the original 1998 powerpuff girls.

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Pacifica shrugs, blows a wisp of hair from her face, and readjusts herself on Blossom’s carpet. She was working on her English homework, destiny had come up, and that’s when Pacifica realized she had no idea what to believe when it came to destiny. Was it destiny that she was on the wheel? Was it destiny that Robbie had worn that same hoodie with the stitched heart since seventh grade? Was it destiny that her heart would end up in shattered remains over the last person on Earth she thought it would? Pacifica doesn’t know. But she likes what Blossom thinks. That their choices are theirs, that she means something. “I like that. I don’t want to think that some higher being is pulling my strings. According to Dipper, having someone else in charge of your body is horrible.” She remembers being informed of the Bipper incident. She’s glad that he burned up in Stan’s mind. “Being in charge of my own destiny is the best thing I’ve heard in a long time.”

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Pacifica grabs for the aspirin and the water, slowly pulling herself to a sitting position. She spills a few of the pills into her palm and throws them back, a chug of water chasing them. She doesn’t mean to take advantage of Blossom’s kindness. And she knows that her behavior lately has been self-destructive. But that’s how she’s been feeling. Self-destructive. She finally got past the self-pity of the whole horrible situation, and now she was letting herself slip down a dark hole she wasn’t sure she’d be able to crawl out of. And Blossom’s mom-look didn’t make her feel any better about it.

She knew, okay?! She knew what she was doing, she was completely aware of how much she was fucking up. But part of her didn’t give any shits. She wanted to blame it all on Dipper. On her parents. On anyone but herself. She knew it was her fault, and so the vicious cycle started once again. She kept spiraling. She didn’t know how to stop. 

“Journaling is a...Dipper thing.” She spits his name like poison, masking the the spike of pain in her heart with a hate she’s always kept buried just underneath. “And...I haven’t played mini-golf since I was twelve.” She looks to her feet. “I used to do ballet, but it’s been ages. I don’t even know if I’d be good at it anymore.” She knows Blossom’s just trying to help. She knows. But knowing and believing are two completely different things to Pacifica. “Thanks, Bloss.” She says, then finishes off the water. “I know I keep messing up.” She shakes her head, eyes falling back to her legs, her next words a mere whisper, I don’t know how to stop.”

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@commcnd​​ asked: ‘ i thought you were going to sleep forever. ’

“honestly, i thought so too.” hospital visits were no big deal anymore. she wasn’t too scared when she woke up in a hospital bed usually, especially with blossom there. she knew she’d be okay, her body would heal fast. “do you think they’ll let me go home tonight?” bubbles healed the slowest of the three girls and was more likely to stay longer than the other two.

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               she’s lost her absolute fucking SHIT. buttercup has absolutely no regrets, even as she looks up at her sister’s face from what she’s grown to think of as her own personal cell. there are like, two armed guards standing at attention, which is absolutely hilarious. the entire city has seen her single-handedly take down creatures more than six times her size; they’ve seen her use her body as a shield against a bomb; they’ve seen bullets bonce off her skin like pebbles. but yeah, okay. two guards with a couple of guns and a taser are enough to keep her in this cell. whatever floats their boat.

               she’s still in here exclusively because it would be bad press for her sisters if she up and flew away. sometimes its worth it, whatever whispers and questions bubbles and blossom face because their black sheep sister decided to mouth off or otherwise “endanger the general public,” but this time? not really. the mayor and his godson aren’t really worth anything. they should feel honored she went off on them at all. 

               buttercup stretches as she stands, hearing each of her bones pop after the night in the uncomfortable jail bed. the bars bend EASILY in her grip, spreading just enough to let her step out without a fuss. that’s a show for the guards. god forbid they ever get too comfortable around her. “do they still make you pay BAIL for me?” there’s a depressing thought. digging into their already tight home budget. but honestly, she wouldn’t expect anyone to pay for her. and SHE wouldn’t put any more money into the mayor’s pocket than he already fucking has. what are they gonna do if she doesn’t pay bail, anyway?