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“ are you okay? that thing hit the hell out of you. “ the concern in his voice is apparent, even if his tone is dropped a bit. the superpowered android that was wreaking havoc here in dakota had nailed her and sent her careening out of the sky to the roof of a nearby building. the only way they were going to defeat this automaton was if they combined their powers and worked together. “ we gotta work together if we are gonna take this thing out. i think if i can get close enough to it, i can discharge all of my energy and overload the damned thing. think you can keep him busy while i try to close in? “ if so then they could, take this thing down and save countless lives. that was the goal for heroes, wasn’t it? to help people. to protect as many people as possible. to prevent loss of life whenever and wherever they could. a hand extended out to bubbles to aid her back onto her feet. simply put, it was hero time and giving up was not an option for the two of them. “ let’s go. “ 

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               “SO ARE YOU an Avenger, too?” The girl looked way too young, but... weirder things have happened. Maybe she was immortal or something. Steve had mentioned that he’d stop looking quite as old as he was as he aged further.... something about metabolism. Maybe it was the same here. “I dunno if I’ve met you.” 

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❛  we can’t keep doing this.  ❜ / @sugarisms​

                    buttercup   rubs   her   face   with   both   palms   ,   trying   to   remember   the   last   time   she   got   some   sleep.   her   memory   is   better   than   most   ;   she   keeps   herself   warm   at   night   with   grudges   fueled   by   memory.   it   still   takes   her   a   long   time   to   remember   anything.   the   last   time   she   got   to   sleep    ---    got   real   sleep   ,   uninterrupted   by   one   of   her   many   nightmares    ---    was   at   jojo's   house   ,   the   both   of   them   having   knocked   out   on   the   couch   after   watching   mythbusters   reruns.   that   was   BEFORE   he   and   the   lobster   went   on   some   stupid   cruise   a   month   ago.

                    a   yawn   rips   through   her   ,   stealing   focus   for   a   moment.

                    bubbles   is   right.   of   course   bubbles   is   right.   buttercup's   been   saying   this   for   eons.   they   are   burning   themselves   alive   to   keep   their   citizens   warm.   their   citizens.   as   if   any   of   townsville   cares   a   goddamn   lick   about   how   any   of   this   hurts   their   precious   powerpuff   girls   ,   so   long   as   they   kept   fighting   ,   as   long   as   they   kept   whining   for   approval   like   kicked   PUPPIES.   god   ,   she   is   so   tired.   and   so   is   bubbles   ;   there   are   soft   gray   circles   under   bubbles’   bright   baby   blue   eyes   ,   slowly   but   surely   breaking   apart   as   chemical   x   gets   to   work   keeping   them   in   working   order.

                    buttercup   has   always   been   full   of   anger   ;   she   stands   up   for   herself   so   frequently   that   her   nickname   in   negative   circles   is   bitchercup   ,   as   if   they   couldn't   think   of   anything   more   CREATIVE.   but   the   burst   of   energy   she   gets   now   is   nothing   like   that   anger    ---    this   is   rage   ,   hot   and   furious   enough   to   melt   the   earth.   followed   by   a   deep   ,   unending   sorrow   that   opens   inside   her   like   a   cavern.   because   there   is   no   reason   on   EARTH   that   any   kind   creator   ,   any   just   universe   ,   would   let   bubbles   look   like   that.   so   soft   and   tired   and   broken.   

                    that   hopelessness   is   echoed   in   buttercup's   own   eyes.

                    “   we   shouldn't   have   to.   ”

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paradise fears.

                    it   was   ,   putting   it   mildly   ,   a   hard   fight.   

                    blood   drips   from   her   mouth   ,   the   river   finally   having   stopped.   she   can   feel   the   impact   of   him's   claw   in   her   stomach   ;   it'd   broken   her   ribs   and   probably   popped   her   stomach   like   a   damn   balloon.   too   exhausted   to   fly   ,   buttercup   slams   herself   into   the   side   of   a   brick   wall   with   just   enough   force   to   pop   her   shoulder   back   into   place   as   she   walks   toward   her   baby   sister.   there's   nothing   to   be   done   for   the   snapped   forearm   ,   and   she's   already   straightened   out   her   nose.   the   saliva   buttercup   spits   out   is   streaked   red   ,   staining   the   concrete   she   spits   it   on.

                    better   her   than   bubbles   ,   though.

                    they   both   knew   that.   bubbles   is   the   only   one   of   them   that's   ever   been   in   a   HOSPITAL.   briefly   ,   of   course   ;   just   because   her   chemical   x   works   on   more   powers   than   on   the   strength   of   those   powers   doesn't   mean   she's   human.   buttercup   knows   she   heals   the   fastest   ;   her   bones   knit   together   quicker   ,   her   teeth   grow   back   faster.   her   broken   nose   is   already   set   and   the   swelling   is   going   down   ,   despite   its   being   fresh.

                    she's   almost   certain   that   him   ran   off   because   they   realized   they'd   FUCKED   up.   the   hit   was   intended   for   bubbles.   she   was   by   no   means   unharmed   ,   but   this   broken   arm   would   have   taken   her   days   to   heal   ,   where   buttercup   can   feel   the   pain   of   the   cells   working   overtime   to   stitch   themselves   together   already.   she'll   be   better   in   a   few   hours.   him   knew   they   fucked   up.   because   if   this   had   hit   bubbles   ,   buttercup   would   disregard   whatever   feelings   jojo   had   for   them   and   ripped   him   limb   from   limb.   they   didn't   want   to   stick   around   to   deal   with   whatever   the   fallout   was   ;   they   hadn't   seen   buttercup   jump   in   front   of   her   sister.   

                    buttercup   nudges   a   tooth   back   into   place    ---    having   those   nerves   reattach   was   less   taxing   than   growing   a   whole   new   tooth    ---    as   she   watches   bubbles   catch   her   breath   from   the   fight.   “   you   okay   ?   ”

playlist starters / @sugarisms.

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                   “   let's   start   a   riot.   ”

@sugarisms​​ /  spotify starter

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“The Monster Mash is a classic. If you say otherwise, you’re a liar.” / @sugarisms​

                    “   oh   my   god   ,   do   you   think   we   could   get   them   to   dance   it   ?   ”   the   chances   that   if   they   just   FLEW   to   monster   isle   and   asked   them   to   preform   the   monster   mash   are   remarkably   slow   ,   but   . . .   what   if   they   just   agreed   ?   some   of   them   actually   have   senses   of   humor   !   granted   ,   some   of   them   might   immediately   try   to   fight   them    ---    battling   the   powerpuff   girls   has   somehow   become   a   rite   of   passage   on   the   isle    ---    but   honestly   ,   buttercup   thinks   they   could   take   them.   “   you   wanna   go   ask   ?   ”

spoopy.

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bubbles is just trying to help her sister but god she is so tired

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