@jojoisnomo​

“Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away. I’ve got to get away.”

starter call / @jojoisnomo

“   it's   not   mine   ,   ”   buttercup   says   as   she   flies   through   her   brother's   living   room   window   ,   trying   to   keep   blood   off   his   stupidly   expensive  floor.   he   would   never   lower   himself   to   ask   ,   but   she's   not   stupid   enough   to   believe   he   wouldn't   care.   (   he's   a   bad   liar.   at   least   with   her.   they   all   are.   )   she   may   have   gotten   a   LITTLE   bit   carried   away.   it   absolutely   is   not   her   fault.   they   literally   asked   for   it.   most   of   the   blood   has   dried   on   the   flight   over   ,   browned   and   crusted   to   her   clothing   in   layers.   bruce's   kids   can   be   fucking   feral   when   they   want   to   be.   she   almost   broke   a   sweat.

they   definitely   didn't   break   skin. 

she   would   have   washed   off   at   their   house   ,   but   she   had   plans.   any   longer   in   new   york   ,   and   she'd   miss   mythbuster   rerun   night.   no   fucking   way   in   HELL   she'd   miss   that   for   a   shower   she   could   just   take   at   jojo's   house.   she's   crusty   ,   but   she's   not   late   !   that's   what   she   calls   a   success.

without  bothering   to   pause   ,   buttercup   stops   in   her   room   to   throw   the   bloody   clothes   into   a   hamper.   it's   astonishing   how   much   clothing   she   has   here   ,   when   this   place   isn't   really   hers.   at   some   point   ,   she   just   started   keeping   shit   here.   what   difference   does   it   make   ,   anyhow   ?   it   isn't   like   she   ever   got   to   wear   her   civvies.   she's   almost   sure   that   jojo   keeps   putting   new   clothes   in   here   ,   seeing   things   he   thinks   she'll   like   and   just   dropping   it   in   this   closet   like   she   doesn't   notice.   she's   never   mentioned   it.   there's   a   LOT   of   things   they   don't   talk   about.   when   she   comes   back   out   less   than   a   minute   later   ,   she   tosses   herself   onto   the   couch   —   it   bounces   under   the   force   of   her   ,   the   springs   whining   metallically.   there's   a   shit-eating   grin   on   her   face. 

“   i'm   NOT   late.   ”   because   she   knows   he's   gonna   make   some   smart   comment. 

@jojoisnomo liked for a starter

"Couldn't pick a better day to do this? Really had to choose a Sunday, don't people rest on the seventh day?"

@jojoisnomo continued from here

She couldn't exactly argue with Starbucks... or the prospect of talking. Hal very much liked both of those things. Now a bit more perked up, Hal nodded in agreement. While talking was fun, talking about stupid things like the girls at school all hating her was not.

"I'm getting a latte with a pump of everything!"

continued x|| @jojoisnomo​

Michelle hadn’t meant for Owen to be there, she swears, not that that ever seems to mean much to Mojo. He’d shown up earlier than he was supposed to. He wanted to see his favorite (read: only) “niece” and she’d told him to come by at least a half hour after Mojo had said he’d drop her off. Instead he’d been early, wanting to spend the time catching up. She’s sure that he did that on purpose, knowing Mojo would be dropping Momo off.

She sighs, but a smirk crawls up her face. “Actually I think it’s three now, if you count this one.” She turns her head to look at him, “Unless you plan on screaming at me for him being here?” She shrugs. “In my defense I told him a later time so I could avoid this.” She exaggerates a shudder. “Could cut the tension with a knife, you know?” She turns back to Owen and her daughter, a smile growing on her face just by seeing her baby girl again. “She really likes him, you know. I think it helps he doesn’t talk down to her when she asks questions about his computers.”

@jojoisnomo​ HIT THE DIAMOND

she lets out a deep breath and keeps steady eye contact with him. is she really turning her back on a superviallain that probably has no problem killing her? yeah. she is. she doesn’t want to hurt bubbles and dipper anymore. “I said,” she grinds out, “that i’m out.”

“ dying is easy, living is harder. ” / @jojoisnomo​

👊 ;; ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶰᵇᵒˣ ( accepting )

               she was close to death, once, as a child. she faded out in the professor’s arms and remembers nothing but the pain of it. she remembers listening to her father cry, with a pain so raw and open buttercup never wants to hear it again. the agony she felt as chemical x knitted her figure back to life burned her flesh and dragged her back to the living world. still all of that was so much easier than continuing to exist. than living like this. than knowing that she is OWNED by a city so worthy of contempt. 

               “i deserve easy for once in my fucking life,” buttercup says. weird to be having this conversation over a stack of belgian waffles after waking up from nightmares, but whatever. she’s not entirely sure she buys the idea that jojo just so HAPPENED to have one what woke him exactly when hers did, but usually he ignores her screaming. they go on as if nothing had happened. as if on the rare nights she does get some sleep, the terrors don’t come. “do you think i can die, jojo? or are the girls and i going to spend the rest of our lives as living fucking WEAPONS for townsville?”

@jojoisnomo

             “ And in this corner, we have Mister-Needs-To-Disappear-From-Vilestown, thanks.  “ 

"I actually got you a birthday present this year. . .April Fool's."

               “ ‘Ah see what’cha did there, pops. Ya’ think yer’ real smart, eyyy? So... Where’s the real fuckin’ gift? “ 

continued from here||@jojoisnomo

[text: 🐒👦] : usually i do.

[text: 🐒👦] : but i had like, five shots of vodka first so this seemed like a more fun idea.

"I, uh, went a little overboard for the orphanage bake sale and I have all these extra blueberry muffins. Do you want some?" - jomo @ mih because they heckin' cute

Wrinkles formed around Mih's eyes as a huge smile was plastered on their face. There was no hiding how much they lit up around Jomo. "You know Jomo.. if it wasn't for you I wouldn't keep fighting here. You're the heart of this community."

@jojoisnomo continued

“Mojo, please. Speak to me. 

I’m not going anywhere and the girl's obviously got held up by something." Hopefully, nothing too serious, while he'd gotten used to the verbal demeanor and rather extravagant mental puzzle games Mojo subjected him to, Utonium wanted to get through to him.

This would get them nowhere. It always ended the same way.

The Professor knew he wasn't innocent of the life that had led them this. That his actions and irresponsibility ruined many of those around him without the man even stopping to realizing his mistakes.

"You must have so much to say, I am ready to listen. Tell me whatever you want, whatever you must. I know I'm guilty of many things, in many cases, I'd consider myself a villain too."

@jojoisnomo and @clawedevil are back thank u supreme being

@jojoisnomo​ GETS ANOTHER STARTER

they’re at the playground again, their neutral meeting spot for their momo trade-off. momo runs to the swings, and moko follows without question, turning to mojo and walking backwards as she does so. “so uh. has momo mentioned her new uncle steve to you yet? apparently your sister knows captain america.”

📞

last message meme

It was just her luck that right when she needed to say goodbye, the one she was trying to reach wasn’t around his phone to pick up. Thank god for voicemail systems.

“Hey, big brother. I know this voicemail might seem a little odd but just bear with me, okay? I know I’ve been a... fairly bratty younger sister all these years but  I just want you to know that I have been really happy to have been able to get to know you better lately. I can make a dozen and a half excuses as to why I acted the way I did growing up and they would just sound rather half-assed but there really isn’t much to say. I was a kid, I learned and repeated what I was told. It took a while to be able to separate everyone’s biased opinions and develop my own. I’m glad I did or else I would have missed out more than I already have. Like building a nano-suit with you and getting drunk at trivia night-- I still can’t believe you let me underage drink!” 

There was a chuckle as she thought about that night. She really should have learned to let loose a little more. She was missing out on so much and by the rate of things, she should have taken chances sooner.

“I wish I could continue to make more fun memories with you... however, I don’t think it is possible to do so. Either the enemies are getting smarter or I really am losing my touch as a superheroine.” Be stronger, Blossom! You have to be, make more memories.

“So, um.. in other words. Thank you, Joseph, for giving me another chance as your little sister. It’s been fun.”

Thinking about it, she had more and more reasons why she had to protect this town. It was her home, it was her family’s home. She had to give it her all. “Oh!! And if by any chance I do manage to come out of this okay, please disregard this message and let’s go back to our friendly bickering, okay? Love you.. or something!”

NO ONE CAN HURT MY BROTHER BUT ME.