#ppg drabbles
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Bro lowkey I’m legit obsessed with powerpuff girls all over again like I’ve probably read all the fanfics that ao3 has to OFFER okay I’m legit just sitting here waiting on my ass for a story update from sbj and littlemiss23 since I literally fell INLOVE with the way they portray the ppg and rrb
Like I being genuine okay I’m just gonna do a headcanon drop here because I need breaks between studying otherwise my head is going to melt off and Instagram isn’t a good alternative.
The reds
Brick definitely loathed blossom till 10th grade (sophomore) like I feel like it’s a given since i read somewhere that brick was actually pretty smart but just acted dumb because he thought it was cool but I am so sure that he literally started actually studying in freshmen years just because everyone was like “blossom is so smart” “isn’t brick blossoms counterpath? Clearly the smarts lie on one end” or something like that and then just proceeded to study his ass off for one test and it just became normal for him to have competitive scores with blossom
ALSO LIKE THE TROPE WHERE THE ROWDYRUFFS JUST DISAPPEAR??? I LOVE THAT SHITOKAY like bro imagine the rowdy ruffs just randomly disappear once (they just moved out of town and started living with him instead of mojo Jojo since him wanted to strengthen the boys enough so that they could kill the power puff girls) and when they come back the ppg are just in total and utter chaos like dude best fanfic shit ever I’m not even lying
Brick and blossom wouldn’t get along at ALL okay like in the beginning it would be like they’d just look at eachother in the hallway and one side of the hall way would increase in temperature and the other side would decrease legit every student in that hallway would evacuate INSTANTLY
But they’d probably warm up to eachother after like the first semester and would be equally petty but wouldn’t feel threatened to command each others siblings if someone was out of line and the other would respect eachother to do it like it’d be a mutual thing definitely
SENIOR YEAR WOOHOO that shit busted up okay like this the year brick and blossoms shits actually haywire with college applications to weird feelings with eachother that neither of them want to discuss (they eventually do because of the blues)
By the mid of senior year I feel like they finally come to realize that the other has feelings for eachother but are too stuck up and arrogant to say it first (blossom does it definitely)
Also with brick I feel like with his time living with him I don’t think him could be considered a parent on paper so they live with Sara bellum instead and she’d be the surrogate parent for the boys and they boys actually love sara a lot since she respects their boundaries and they respect hers but I’m so sure there would be one time where boomer unconsciously called sara mom and at first it was a shock to everyone and and brick and Butch probably made fun about it for some time but after a while “ma” became a very common occurrence at home when she’d come home late from work and the boys would help her around the house and stuff brick probably didn’t want to get attached to her at first but she grew on him pretty fast with how nice she was (him would train the boys and Sara would teach them how to be gentlemen) so technically the boys had two moms that way?? Idk
Brick and blossom definitely still argued a lot as a couple like there ain’t no way two ambitious, arrogant as fuck and “I do what I want” bimbos would be getting along all merrily they’d definitely get into fights but they would quiet down when brick or blossom would realize whose mistake it really is and would just let the other lecture the other with complaints occasionally but nevertheless
These two sometimes I can’t see as a couple more as occasional besties or occasional flirties but I get the ship bro trust me I do they’re probably my favorite after the greens (sorry blues I’m not a very hopeless romantic trope enjoyer 😔😔)
#powerpuff girls#ppgz#him ppg#ppg buttercup#ppg bubbles#ppg blossom#ppg x rrb#rrb brick#rrb boomer#rrb butch#rowdyruff boys#headcanon#drabble
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Ty so much! I'm glad that i got his character right, and i was worried that i wasn't incorperating his accent well.
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The Powerpuff Girls floated next to the High School, peering around the corner.
"Why are we here, again?" Buttercup inquired, looking at Blossom.
Blossom didn't turn her gaze to her sister, still on the lookout for something. "People have said that the Gangrene Gang has been walking here every day. They have to be up to no good!"
Bubbles was silent the whole conversation, but suddenly squeaked "Look, look, here they come!"
Blossom and Buttercup snapped their heads around to see the gang themselves, mosying up the street like they owned it. Snake was holding a backpack in his hands.
Blossom glared, "They obviousley have something dangerous in that bag! Let's go, girls!"
Buttercup was about to fly off with Blossom to give the young, green delinquents a beatdown, but Bubbles grabbed them both by the backs of their dresses. "Wait!" She said in her high-pitched voice, "Who's that with them?"
Another teenager was standing in front of school with the gang, and Ace had his arm wrapped around their shoulder. The girls watched in shock as they took the bag from Snake, and stood on their tiptoes to kiss Ace on the cheek, and walked inside the school, with the gang shouting out their goodbyes.
"Is that a new member?" Bubbles asked as the Gangrene Gang walked off.
"Obviously, Bubbles, they're dating Ace! But why?" Blossom rubbed her chin in thought, "They don't look like the type to mix with a gang. Wait!" Blossom snapped her head up "They must be being blackmailed or something! That's it!"
The Powerpuff Girls' POV:
#Yandere#Yandere x You#Yandere x Reader#Yandere Imagines#Yandere Drabble#Yandere Powerpuff Girls#Powerpuff Girls x Reader#Ace Powerpuff Girls#Ace Copular#Ace D Copular#Ace PPG#PPG Ace#The Gangreen Gang#Gangreen Gang#The Powerpuff Girls#Powerpuff Girls#PPG#'Moseying Up the Street Like They Owned It' Is an Incredible Phrase#Snake Holding the Reader's Bag Is So Cute#Imagines#Reader Insert
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Parental Bliss
a/n: this is how Bliss should have been handled. I won't be taking criticism.
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"Professor!" Bubbles gaped at the bundle of blankets in the Professor's arms, "Aw! Did you steal another baby! So cute!"
The Professor chuckled, "No, Bubbles, dear. And besides, those charges were dismissed. This is your new little sister. I made her."
Bubbles gasped, eyes growing wide as she looked up from the bay into the Professor's eyes, "You were pregnant!"
"You made a baby!" Blossom appeared out of nowhere, zipping in from across the City. She was out of breath and furious, "Did I hear that correctly? You. Made. A. Baby?"
"Sweetie! You're home early." The Professor beamed, "You're just in time to meet your new baby sister!"
"Dad." Blossom seethed, "Why did you make a baby?"
"Because all my other children are leaving me," The Professor said with a serene smile.
"Dad," Blossom huffed, "I am . . .was just at a college tour. A college tour for a college located in the same city we already live in. A college tour of the college you work at. I am not leaving you! Your reaction—" she gestured wildly to the cooing baby "—is completely disproportional to the situation."
"When you’re an empty nester, then we’ll talk, Blossom," Professor tsked.
"You’re not an empty—" Blossom started, throwing her hands up. She stuttered over her sentence, trying to find the right words, "—w-we still have two more years of high school left! You’re not an empty nester!"
"Well, Professor," Bubbles chirped, wiggling a finger at the cooing baby, "I, for one, think this is a totally valid way to deal with the fact that you’re not dealing with the fact we’re growing up. Just make more babies! It makes perfect sense!"
Blossom looked between the two of them in complete bafflement. After another moment of soundless stuttering, she was able to ask, "Does she even have superpowers?"
The Professor looked down at the baby for a moment as he seriously considered Blossom's question, "Well, I just don’t know. After the explosion, I found her bundled up in the same pot I created you all in—"
"—aw, mom—" Bubbles interjected.
"—mhm, sleeping like a little angel. I almost named her that, but I was so overcome with parental bliss and thought, well, golly! That’s her name! Bliss! And, you know, it starts with a B!” The Professor exclaimed.
"Oh my god." Blossom's face palmed.
"Aw!" Bubbles covered her heart with her hands, "And it starts with a B!"
"Did you hit your head or something?" Blossom seethed.
The Professor's face lit up, "How did you know! The explosion knocked me out. I'm surprised you didn't hear it, Bubbles."
"Oh, I did!" Bubbles smiled.
"And you didn't help him?" Blossom's eyes bulged.
"I thought he was just having guy time," Bubbles said with a shrug, "I dunno."
"Why!"
"I just said dunno!"
"Oh my god." Blossom repeated, "We can't have a baby! What if all the villains find out? What are we going to—"
Without warning, a sneeze ripped through Bliss at an inhuman speed. It triggered a quick succession of eye beams that blasted through the kitchen and into the backyard, missing Buttercup by a hair. Credit where credit was due, the explosions didn't phase Buttercup, who continued eating her cereal as if nothing had happened.
Blossom panicked enough for them all.
"She has powers!?" Blossom cried, pulling at her hair, "Uncontrollable powers!?"
"Annnnd," The Professor chimed in at the end of Blossom's outburst, "She has some of the best mentors around to help her out!" He lifted Bliss up for Buttercup to see, "Buttercup, dear, this is Bliss, your new sister!"
Buttercup looked up from her cereal to examine the blue-haired infant.
"Just tell her to stay out of my side of the room," Buttercup spoke around a mouthful of food.
#ppg drabble#unedited because life is fleeting#ppg bliss#blossom goes grey early#bubbles eventually gets jealous of all the attention the new baby gets#buttercup continues to live unbothered. middle child energy
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Slim/Grubber
Brace yourself, anon. This might become your new OTP. 😩
Gettin' The Skinny – Slim/Grubber Crack Drabble
Ace just. Didn’t. Get it.
Well, in a way, he kinda did. Kinda. There were actually many things about his friend Grubber that he couldn’t comprehend, and yet, simultaneously, completely understand. For instance, he could barely begin to get why someone so unbelievably cool hung out with his gang. Not that the Gangreen Gang wasn’t cool– in fact, they were the baddest squad of villains that lived in Townsville– but if he had wanted to, the multi-talented hunchback was spoiled for choice when it came to all of the opportunities at his disposal, the possibilities for worldwide fame and stardom that he could pursue if he so chose, yet he had decided to stick with his pals, living in comparative obscurity here in this dump (in the literal dump that the gang’s hideout resided in, no less).
Not only was Grubber super chill and super competent at a million things, he also happened to be one classy charismatic casanova, a real smooth operator, a total ladies’ man. Ace considered himself to be something of a good-looking guy too, but Grubber? He was on a whole ‘nother level. It seemed like wherever the boys would go, whether it was out to the museum to draw mustaches on all the paintings, or to the convenience store to steal snacks and shove over store displays, Grubber was the one who’d be turning people’s heads, and not just because he was actively committing crimes. It seemed like he had admirers everywhere he went, not that it was any surprise why.
It’s just that one thing drove Ace crazy… the guy was freakin’ oblivious to it! He could have dated anyone in town he’d wanted, and yet Ace hadn’t seen him go out with a single person once, not even acknowledging anyone who worked up the courage to ask for his number. It didn’t make sense. But tonight, finally, Grubber was dressed up in a suave-looking tux he’d stolen, getting ready to go out with some mystery date he’d recently met, one that he’d been bragging about to the guys all week. Ace just didn’t get how it’d taken him this long to finally meet someone he was just as crazy about as everyone else was for him.
As Grubber preened himself in a broken old mirror on the wall, the rest of the gang sat around a wooden table they’d salvaged from outside their hideout, hanging out and playing cards. Ace leaned back in his chair as he turned to look at his friend, tipping his sunglasses down.
“Ya look fine, Grubber,” he groaned, waving a handful of cards in the air. “Quit fussin’ around and play the game with us for a while, huh?”
“Yeah, man,” Arturo said as he dealt a card on the table. “Sit down. You're already muy guapo. Alright, go fish, Billy.”
“Duh, okay!”
Big Billy drew a card from the stack in front of him, stared at it, and began to laugh uproariously.
“A-huh-huh-huh-huh! Look! This fishy’s wearing a baby bonnet!” Billy turned his card around to show everyone the cartoon illustration on it of a baby fish holding up a huge “4,” and banged his fist on the table while tears streamed from his eye. “Fishies don’t wear no bonnets! A-huh-huh-huh!”
“Ugh!” Snake slapped his cards face down on the table and threw his hands up in the air. “I keep telling you, Billy, you’re not s’posed to show us your cards!”
“But the fishies are so cute,” Billy softly muttered, pouting and rubbing the bottom of his eye as he examined his card again.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“The girls?!” Snake yelped, whipping his head towards the front door as he hid behind the back of his chair.
“Chill, Snake. S’probably just Grubber’s hot date.” Ace casually slid out of his chair and headed over to greet whoever had knocked. At the mention of his date, Grubber excitedly jumped, sticking out his tongue and adjusting his bowtie in the mirror a little more anxiously.
Ace opened the door to the hideout, peering into the darkness of the night, the familiar scent of the rotting trash from the dump wafting in from outside. He’d expected to see a tall, slender smokeshow standing in front of him, but instead, he was looking into the eyes of a tall, slender, slimy blue amoeba with a beige hat on. It wasn’t just some ordinary amoeba wearing a hat. Ace knew this guy, and Ace hated this guy. It was Slim from the Amoeba Boys, the stupidest, most pathetic bunch of “bad guys” in all of Townsville: the kind that no self-respecting gang like his would ever want to do anything with.
“Ohhhh, no, no way! Scram, ya freaky petri dish reject!” Ace hollered. He picked up a battered soup can that was near the door and chucked it at him. “Get outta here! We ain’t lettin’ no Amoeba Boys on our turf!”
“What? Nah, hey, stop it! I ain’t stayin’ long!” Slim protested, cowering away from Ace. “I’m here for my date!”
“Your what?”
Grubber brushed past Ace out the door, excitedly spitting as he held a huge bundle of red roses, and hugged Slim tightly. After he’d pulled away, he slicked his pomade-caked hair back and handed Slim the bouquet.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on,” Ace stammered as the rest of the gang got up from their card game and gathered in the doorway, “That’s your date?”
Grubber whirled around and blew a terse raspberry in reply.
“Nah, I ain’t makin’ fun of ya, I just didn’t–”
A slightly angrier, longer raspberry followed, one that Ace raised an eyebrow at.
“No, what’re ya, nuts? I don’t care that he’s a he.” He jabbed a finger at Slim, who shrunk down and began to shiver. “But I do care that’s he’s an Amoeba Boy! Grubber, do you have any idea what this is gonna do to our street cred if word gets out that you’re datin’ one of them? They’re the worst villains in town!”
“Phhbbttt!”
Ace slapped a hand over his forehead and ran it down his face.
“Ya don’t care, do ya?”
“I know what it’s gonna do to my cred!” Slim said, slowly standing upright as he grinned. “No one’ll wanna mess with me an’ the boys now that I’m datin’ one of the baddest villains in town.”
Grubber beamed, standing on his tiptoes and giving Slim a loving kiss on his gooey blue cheek as he wrapped an arm around what Ace assumed were his shoulders.
“I can’t believe it. There’s no way that you’re actually dating this guy,” Snake piped up, giving Grubber a suspicious look. “You told me your date was stacked!”
“Pbbbhhhttt!”
“You said ‘stacking?’”
“Yeah,” Slim nodded. “The boys and I was busy one day stackin’ up oranges that had fallen off one of them carts outside, pretendin’ to help out so’s the greengrocer wouldn’t see us stealin’ one.” He hung his head in shame, frowning. “But it turns out he thought we were helping, so… we never actually got to take nothin’…” Suddenly, he lifted his head back up, eyes beginning to sparkle as his expression brightened. “But that’s when I saw Grubber! It was when youse guys were spray paintin’ the windows of the department store across the street. We got to talkin’, an’ I guess we hit it off… an’ then he asked me out.” He turned to gaze at Grubber, his mouth curving into a wobbly, infatuated smile. “It was love at first sight…”
Grubber responded with a heartfelt splutter, waggling his elongated eyes up and down as Slim gasped and blushed a deep blue color. The rest of the boys stuck out their tongues and groaned.
“Yuck,” Snake shuddered. “Save all that sssssappy sweet talk for your date, man.”
It wasn’t the strongest word he could think of to describe it, but Ace was certainly feeling conflicted. The whole thing was starting to remind him about a dopey movie he’d watched one time on the gang’s busted TV. It was about a guy who wore balloon-shaped pants and tights who fell in love with a hot chick who talked funny (well, all of the actors in the flick talked funny). The two of them were from families who hated each other’s guts, and from what he could remember, the whole thing didn’t end too well. He sighed. Even if he hated those Amoeba Boys, he couldn’t let something like that happen with Grubber. A friend in love was a friend he was going to support, no matter who they’d fallen in love with.
“Alright, alright,” Ace forced a grin on his face and waved a hand at Grubber and Slim, signaling that it was time for them to head on out. “Sorry Grubber, we get it, you’re bananas for each other. Now go on, get outta here an’ have fun, ya crazy kids.”
Grubber nodded and took Slim’s gelatinous hand, giving the gang a cheeky wink as he let them know not to wait up for him. The gang wished Grubber well, hooting and hollering and waving after him as he and his date went off to have a wild night out in Townsville together.
“Man…” Ace muttered, leaning against the doorframe as the two of them strolled out of view behind a massive mountain of garbage. “Y’know what, boys? I think we’ve all learned somethin’ tonight.”
“That you can’t judge a book by its cover, boss?”
“That Grubber’s an enigma none of us can even begin to decccccccipher?”
“Duhhhh, that guys from gangs that don’t like each other should still be able to hug and smooch and hold hands without the gangs going to war with one another?”
“Nah.” Ace wearily slid a hand into his pocket, the other grabbing the doorknob. “We learned that our dear ol’ friend Grubber’s really, really into amoebas. And while I’m happy for the guy…” He began to slowly close the door. “…I kiiiiiinda wish we hadn’t…”
#powerpuff girls#ppg#the gangreen gang#gangreen gang#grubber#skinny slim#this was a crackship request given to me during the witching hours#and it was supposed to a drabble but you know me... writing way too much once again...#hope you enjoy!#gonna add this to my ppg q&a tag... i guess that'll be the general repository for my ''creative'' writing#and by creative i mean cursed#powerpuff q&a#cursed ships
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Hi Everyone!!
guess who's back!! your fav fic writer's back, and better than ever!
i have wayy more free time now, which allows me to write and post more for you guys! unfortunately, since I've been gone a while, some things changed.
first of all, my biggest change is that I WON'T POST MHA OR THE ARCANA CONTENT ANYMORE. I think I simply lost interest in both of those fandoms over time, especially for The Arcana since it's now on that new Dorian app, which I don't support. MHA is still great, doing its' thing, I'm just not into that any more. I won't delete my old fics for these fandoms, so you are free and very welcome to read them!! I mighttttt (like the smallest might ever) still write for them ocasionally, but it's not gonna be a regular thing anymoreeee
second, I'm going to start uploading a lot more for Marvel/Sony, more specifically, Spider-man!! because it's my new obsession lmao. some fandoms which I was in will stay the same, some will change, and so on. I think I'm most active in the PPG fandom since most of my new work is for them??
and finally, I decided not to post one shots on here anymore. I've been on this app a while and realized that headcannons and drabbles do a lot better and get way more attention that one-shots and fics, which is okay!! if you want to read my longer fics (like my longest PPG fic "Hate How I Don't Hate You" or the slow-burn Miguel O'Hara fic I'm planning👀)
Anyways, that's all I wanted to tell you guys!! If these changes on my blog upset or are just not what you like anymore, that's okay! Feel free to unfollow me if I don't post content you like! :D
love you guys, thanks for all of your support!!
#i'm backkk#beanswrites#spiderman#ppg#fanfics#headcanons#drabbles#important announcement!!#miguel o'hara
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Powerpuff Girls
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Blossom Utonium & Buttercup Utonium
Characters: Blossom Utonium, Buttercup Utonium, Bubbles Utonium
Additional Tags: Sisters, Drabble, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Canon-Typical Violence
Series: Part 1 of Townsville High Series
Summary:
Blossom gives Buttercup some useful advice she could've really used if she had listened.
Some nice Sisterly stuff, and Getting practice for the Characterization of My Blossom & Buttercup.
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just want to quickly tell you that i really admire your dedication in completing your 'at the center' fiction, which is WOW, absolutely commendable!! ( and expanding other drabbles as well??? i'm blown away ).
although we've only been following each other recently, i hope to be like you someday and have the motivation to keep posting updates for my fics no matter how long it takes 🥹 okay that's all and have a very nice day!!
thank you!! 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏💖💖💖💖 so much!!! for your sweet comments and for the encouragement and for dropping by to leave a message 😭😭💖💖💖💖💖🙏🙏🙏🙏 I HOPE YOU, TOO, HAVE A VERY NICE DAY ✨
and i'd like to also take a moment to say a few words about (✨forging, fostering✨) the motivation to keep posting updates for fics (no matter how long it takes!!!!), but first, i'd also like to very briefly share with you two of my all-time favorite fanfiction WIPs (one is ongoing 20+ years, and the other is 10+) to help contextualize my response:
#1. ————
More Than Human (Words: 332,245 | Complete: No) by sbj
"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal." - Camus {High School AU!RrB/PpG}
FIRST PUBLISHED: January 31, 2009
LAST UPDATED: June 18, 2019
As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 10 years, 4 months, and 21 days
#2. ————
Re-Entry (Words: 568,178 | Works: 22 | Complete: Yes)
and
Re-Entry: Journey of the Whills (Words: 923,940 | Works: 59 | Complete: No)
Obi-Wan Kenobi, while still a young Padawan, suffers an injury and wakes up with all of the memories, experience, training, and Force-strength of Old Ben Kenobi. {Time Travel AU!Star Wars Re-Write}
by flamethrower
FIRST PUBLISHED: October 1, 2002
LAST UPDATED: December 30, 2022
As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 20 years, 3 months, and 6 days
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these WIPs are only two examples! tons of my favorite stories have spanned multiple years of progress!
mine! ————
at the center (Words: 395,094 | Complete: No) by @therentyoupay
Legends and fairy tales, magic and myths, and—at the center of it all—a story of a young, future-Queen and her young, ageless-Guardian; a girl cursed with fear and a god frozen in time, and all of the reasons why seeing isn't always at the heart of believing. {Guardian AU!Jelsa}
FIRST PUBLISHED: January 17, 2014
LAST UPDATED: January 2, 2024
As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 9 years, 11 months, and 22 days (happy almost 10th anniversary!! ✨)
thoughts & feelings! ————
everyone writes at their own pace, in their own time, with the best resources they have, according to whatever life stage(s) they are at 💕
~most readers generally express gratitude and understanding and patience! fandom culture (across fandoms) shifts and changes all the time, so while there are times in fandom (generally) in which the ✨entitled expectation✨ is for fic authors to "WRITE FAST, PUBLISH OFTEN," there are also times in which readers go out of their way to share beautifully encouraging messages like "even if you never update again, i am so grateful for what you have given us (so far)!" and "i will wait for this story to update for the rest of my life, and i will be happy with an update no matter how long it takes" and, often—both messages at the same time. 💖
a good skill to develop is the mental strength to withstand the not-so-nice messages while absorbing the positivity of the lovely ones! i don't post or respond to the really nasty anons i sometimes receive 👀 like the ones that accuse me of having "abandoned nearly all [my] fics"—i personally delete them immediately! anons like that do not deserve someone else's ✨energy✨. (for the first time—i think, ever?—i did post someone's confusing? rude? anon the other day [i.e., i am a hoarder who creates suffering by withholding fic updates?? i think??], but i attribute that choice to publicly post [my reaction gif to that anon] to my current Life Stage™ and my hard-earned self-confidence in the knowledge that I Can Do Hard Things. ✨ my development of that muscle has come from finishing other long-progress fanfics, and, to be honest, Real Life Milestones like going to grad school [twice] and Doing a Dissertation ✨). all in all, the motivation to keep updating is really, at its core, about having the will and the time and the mental energy and the passion to dedicate time to something that you really want to do, even through all the obstacles and nonsense, which takes mental (and emotional) strength! 💖 develop and fortify your mental fortitude! 💖💖💖💖 it's a lifelong process! ✨
and lastly, and most importantly, in my opinion... regardless of whether or not you think any potential readers might be out there (chances are there WILL BE, but that's not the point!!!), just keep writing... and write what you want, and write for yourself! whether you update in two days, or ten years, or twenty-two—do it, anyway!! 💖💖💖💖💖
LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, GOOD LUCK 💖✨ (and keep me posted lol)
#sareinadale#therentyoupay ask#jelsa#therentyoupay at the center#therentyoupay thoughts#THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE LOVELY ASK#also everyone else please feel free to chime in and add!!!! 💖💖💖💖#therentyoupay advice
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Alright I’m currently trying to add to the idea of PPG x IZ au
I have no idea whether I’ll actually stick to it but I’ll mostly post random sketches and maybe some headcanons + I’m not used to posting but I wanna provide for the other 4 PPGxIZ fans 😭🙏
This AU concept has a hold on me rn so idm dumping some aggie drabbles incase anyone is also interested !!
#bubbles ppg#buttercup ppg#blossom ppg#powerpuff girls#professor utonium#professor membrane#dib membrane#gaz membrane#crossover#for fun#invader zim#science dads#hope this reaches the right audience#sillies
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I'm curious about the friendships in Crime 101 Lily~~ The blues have Nari 🤭 and Hoseok, and then the greens have Jin and Yoongi.... Who else should we expect?
blues 🩵 nari (bubbles) + hobi (jimin) + two more girls
greens 💚 jin and yoongi (both) + one more girl
reds 🩷 im thinking joon + two more girls
and i feel like there will be a lot of cameos of ocs of mine plus original characters of ppgs storyline~ (like mitch in the greens drabble~)
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Please, o glorious person of endless delicious words, can I entice you to post your aus as drabble collections on ao3? They are all SO GOOD i wanna bookmark them and moon over them forever 😭
Ah I keep meaning to! It’s just difficult cuz most of my AUs have like, 3 separate AU offshoots, which makes it really difficult to piece together linearly 😅 I mean the PPG!verse by itself has like 4 AUs (OG, OG meets canon, Jiraiya becomes their sensei instead of Sakumo, Reina and Minato as teammates, etc)
Honestly given all the AUs and AU of AUs of written regarding Hisana, putting all them together would end up forming a particularly convoluted tree
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gOD okay there's this blossick thing i wrote that won't make it into any of the chapters but it just poured out of me
so here it is if anyone wants some angsty, touch-starved, feeling-denying brick
He used to dislike being around her. He'd found that he was scared of it, if that made any sense. Either afraid of being around her, or afraid of himself.
Because when she was near, his thoughts and hands wandered where he couldn't reel them back in, and for a man that prided himself on self-control, that was terrifying. Most often, his head and his heart were in her hands, and they were so warm against his face, he feared he could have melted any second. When he didn't pay enough attention, and only when they were alone, his hands would run through her hair, mesmerized by the crimson waves falling through his fingers. In her embrace, his senses would come awash with the smell of cherries and the feel of velvet, and when she was gone, he hated the part of himself that craved more of her.
Craved. The word was dangerous as it came across his mind one day, and he despised it. He'd tell himself he despised her, but the way he leaned into her touch told otherwise, and he had no counter-argument against himself.
After a while, he’d come to terms with the fact that he didn’t need a counter-argument, and instead found himself looking for arguments to touch her. Whether it was a semi-accidental brush of their knuckles as they walked together, or her fleeting hand on his shoulder, or his arm pulling her close by her side - it was enough.
#blossick#reds#blossom x brick#blossom#blossom ppg#brick ppg#brick#ppg#rrb#ppg x rrb#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic rambling#drabble#if it's short enough to call a drabble???#idk
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Wrote a lil sumn for yan ace from the ppg today!
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Your friend looked skeptical when faced with scenario in front of them.
"So, (Y/N), who is this?"
You smiled, "This is Ace, he's my boyfriend!"
"Your boyfriend?" Your friend's jaw dropped "But, but-! He's the leader of the Gangrene Gang! You, and him-!"
"Heya, buddy, don't be mean, nows!" Ace piped in with his grin streching wide, wrapping and arm around your shoulder, "C'mon, surely an upstanding citzen like yourself would be inta' givin' bums like me a chance?"
Your friend opened their mouth again, but no sound came out.
Ace turned you around, "C'mon, babe, school's out, let's go to the arcade."
As the two of you walked away, your dumbstruck friend could hear you say "Wasn't it kinda mean to just walk off like that, Acey?"
Ace chuckled, side-eying your friend behind the two of you.
"Don't worry about it, toots, I'll send one of the boys for a formal apology later."
I bet that he sends Big Billy.
#Yandere#Yandere x You#Yandere x Reader#Yandere Imagines#Yandere Drabble#Yandere Powerpuff Girls#Powerpuff Girls x Reader#Ace Powerpuff Girls#Ace Copular#Ace D Copular#Ace PPG#PPG Ace#Gangreen Gang#The Gangreen Gang#The Powerpuff Girls#Powerpuff Girls#PPG#I Adore How You Incorporated Ace's Accent! This Is So Him!#Imagines#Reader Insert
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Hi. Prompt list: 19. Buttercup blinking at Blossom. Thanks a lot. Love your blog. Have a nice day. ❤️
this one makes me smile way too much. I never get to write stuff really focusing on their relationship, so let's take a crack at it :)
Prompt 19: you've been blinking SOS in Morse code at me for ten minutes honey this award ceremony is supposed to be honoring you
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“I don’t get it,” Buttercup whined as Blossom wrestled curlers from her sister’s hair.
“Get what?” She grunted as she pulled a particularly stubborn curler out.
“Ow!” Buttercup hissed.
“If you stayed still,” she chided, “this would be way easier.”
“Oh, shut up! This would be easier if you just accepted the award for me! Then we wouldn’t have to do any of—” she gestured to their reflections in the mirror, “—this!”
“It’s not my award to accept,” Blossom muttered around a mouthful of bobby pins, “and you look pretty. There’s nothing wrong with any of this.”
Buttercup slumped down in the vanity chair, crossing her arms with a pout. Blossom pinned the top section of her hair up and pulled baby hairs down to frame her face. The end result something like a petulant child, but that wasn’t so much the hairstyles’ fault—rather Buttercup’s attitude.
Blossom rolled her eyes, “It’ll be fine, Butters. I promise.”
Her sister threw her arms up in the air and huffed, “Can’t you just do it for me!”
"It's not an award for me." She drawled out, leaning over Buttercup to look in the mirror as she curled her own eyelashes, "It would be weird if I did it."
“Hardly. You accept them all the time.”
“On behalf of the team,” She emphasized, popping open her tube of lip gloss. As she applied it, she sighed, “this is for you. You did something amazing. You get to accept the award.”
“It wasn’t amazing,” Buttercup argued, “it’s my job.”
Blossom rolled her eyes, “You singlehandedly saved three separate schools from utter annihilation. Take the compliment, Buttercup.”
“Okay, but—” Buttercup stuttered, fighting against her when she turned to around to apply the lip gloss on her, “—do we have to go through all the pomp? Can’t it just be like, oh thanks, Buttercup, for not letting a bunch of snotty nosed kids die. Here’s a medal, clap, clap.”
Blossom put down her lip gloss, and fixed a smudge of makeup under Buttercup’s eye. “Don’t be silly,” She smiled, “You are very much worth the celebration. You did something good. I know it’s hard for you, but humor everyone and just let them be proud of you.”
Buttercup’s cheeks tinted pink and she looked away. “Well,” she said after a beat of silence, “okay, whatever, but—”
“—girls! Time to go!” the Professor called, and Blossom grabbed Buttercup by the wrist and dragged her out of their bedroom.
“But what?” She asked as they floated down the stairs.
"But what do I even say again?" Buttercup whined as the Professor ushered them to the car.
"What we rehearsed." Blossom calmly suggested as they climbed into the car.
"But what was that again?" Buttercup gripped her seatbelt when they arrived at the amphitheater, staring wide-eyed at the sea of photographers.
"Thank you. This is such an honor. I'll keep working hard to make sure Townsville stays safe, blah, blah, blah. The normal stuff, Buttercup."
"But what if they ask follow-ups!" Buttercup panic-whispered as Blossom pushed her to the stage.
"Then you answer them!"
"But we didn't rehearse for that!"
"You be fine!" She hissed back, “Go!”
“No way,” Buttercup shook her head and braced herself against the stair rails leading up to the stage, “There are too many people and I definitely did not put on enough deodorant.
“Everyone’s here for you. We’re proud of you.” Blossom coached, “Me, Bubbles, and the Professor are right up front. Just look at us the whole time. You’ve got this.”
“No, no way.” Buttercup’s knees locked, “I definitely don’t.”
“Yes,” Blossom repeated, pushing her forward, “you do. Go!”
Buttercup stumbled onto the stage to a roar of applause, and Blossom hurried back to her seat. As she sat down, she sent a reassuring smile to the Professor.
“She’s freaking out, isn’t she?” Bubbles leaned over and whispered.
The smile fell from her face, “Big time. She’s already sweated through her dress.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Mm-hm.”
The crowd around them surged with energy and excitement as the Mayor hyped up the fanfare. If there was one thing that little man was good at, it was rallying up a crowd. The lights were bright, the applause was loud, and overall, the atmosphere was one of joy, but only if you ignored Buttercup.
A cloud of doom and agony swirled above her head as she continued to try to make herself smaller on the stage and desperately tried to edge her way behind Ms. Bellum to hide. It was amazing. For someone so desperate for approval, Buttercup was not good with people. Blossom had seen her sister topple literal mountains, spit in the face of death, and walk backward out of hell with her middle fingers high in the sky, but the moment there was a crowd of more than five people, she went running for the hills.
Blossom had never been able to quite figure out why. She knew Buttercup liked attention. Her sister craved validation and was constantly trying to prove her worth, but Blossom supposed every hero had a weakness, and Buttercup's was social anxiety. From the media moguls to the other kids at school, everyone thought Buttercup's standoffish and intimidating nature was a sign of coolness, but Blossom knew the truth. Just last week, she had seen Buttercup sweat through two shirts just to order one pizza.
The ceremony ticked on and as the Mayor dropped the medal around Buttercup’s neck and the reporters began to swarm the stage, Blossom pointedly ignored Buttercup’s gaze until she could take it no longer.
“Buttercup,” She snapped, her voice low enough that only her sisters’ superhearing could pick it up, “you’ve been blinking SOS at me for the last ten minutes.”
“Then take the hint. And. Save. Me.” Buttercup spoke through gritted teeth of an overly large and awkward smile, “They’re asking follow-ups.”
“No.”
On stage, Buttercup laughed a little too loudly as she answered a reporter’s question, "Oh, you know, it was a good fight, uh, I got in there, I stayed focused, came out on top. Rock n' roll, bay-bee."
"I'm sorry," Blossom’s mouth dropped open as she leaned into Bubbles, "I think I just passed out a little. Did she just finger-gun the camera?"
Bubbles didn't answer her; instead, she tsked, shaking her head, "Oh, that is a lot of sweat."
“Oh shit,” She hissed, “hold on. I’m going to go save her.”
#i didn't edit this one#not enough sleep#i loved this one tho this is my fave so far#ppg drabble#prompt ask game!
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it is officially the witching hours on bugeyedfreaks dot com from now until the sun rises on a beautiful day tomorrow… so for a limited time only I am accepting submissions of cursed ppg crack pairings via my asks that I will consider writing humorous one off drabbles about
why am I doing this? because I am in the mood to write and also I feel chaotic muahahaaaaaaaaaaa
#not all submissions are guaranteed a drabble just btw#they will be to my discretion and/or if I find them to be funny enough to warrant writing something for#if the witching hours pass with no submissions you will all be spared#I found a mojo/world drabble I had written as a joke long ago so… more similar ones must be brought into existence
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A prompt idea with the Greens from Powerpuff girls. One of them sees the other having a bad dream and tries to calm them down and let them fall asleept
Yay! My first ask! I hope it lives up to all the hype I’ve been making about myself.
Soft Moments In The Night - Greens
Buttercup’s eyes opened; slowly scanning the dark room trying to find the source of what disturbed her sleep. Everything was still, silent. She turned her head slightly to read the time on the clock that rested on her nightstand. She blinked slowly and small red numbers on the rectangular box seemed to blink back
4:00 a.m
Why was she up at four am? Was this her subconscious trying to tell her she had to use the bathroom? She wiggled just a little. Nope, that wasn’t it. Suddenly the body next to her made a rather jarring noise. Buttercup turned towards the body she was currently sharing the bed with. Butch was mumbling, making unintelligible noises in his sleep; eyebrow twitching which, in itself was concerning considering the uncontrollable twitches that wracked him continuously as a child only made an appearance when Butch was feeling deeply troubled, angry, or he was pumped up on adrenaline.
Buttercup sat up in bed upon finally realizing what had awoken her. It seems that even in sleep her powers didn’t rest - she was somehow able to sense even the smallest of movements coming from her boyfriend in sleep. She had almost forgotten that Butch had snuck in during the night (having her own room really did have its perks). Now, it seemed that Butch was having a nightmare.
“Butch?”
She whispered. Buttercup knew from experience it was never a good idea to startle someone out of a nightmare under normal circumstances and if Butch were to make a large commotion upon waking up then her sisters would rush in believing something was wrong. Easy enough to say she was not keen on being caught with a boy in her bed. If they were found out Buttercup knew the Professor wouldn’t let her out of the house for months and Butch certainly wouldn’t be getting back in.
“Butch.” She tried again, a little louder this time.
The expression on his face twisted and his muscles tightened. Seeing what was about to happen, Buttercup made to cover Butch’s mouth before any sound could escape. It would probably add to what was sure to be panic but again, she had plans for the rest of her life and those plans included not being on house arrest.
Sure enough Butch sprang up, back ramrod straight and muscles still clenched from the adrenaline running through his veins. Immediately he began clutching and slapping at the hand around his mouth, green eyes frantically looking around for anything familiar.
“Hey, hey, it’s me,” BC whispered, moving so she was directly in front of him. “It’s ok. You’re ok.”
Upon hearing her voice he seemed to calm down. He pulled at her hand again, obviously questioning why it was there, to begin with.
“Sorry,” she finally let go, “You looked like you were gonna scream. Couldn’t have my sisters or my dad coming in here.” He grunted in response.
“Are you ok? It seemed like you were having a nightmare.”
“Yeah, I - ‘m fine.” She leveled him with a look. They both knew that was a lie. He sighed,
“I thought I’d grown out of it. Once we started going to school and being ‘good normal little boys’ they had started to go away. Recently they’ve started to come back.”
“So this happens a lot then?”
“ I guess you could say that.”
She wrapped her arms around him, shifting them until they were lying back down again. This time he was on top, head resting on her chest and arms wrapped sound her midsection.
“ What are they usually about?” His arms tighten around her. She took that and the following silence as a sign he didn’t want to talk about it.
So, she drops the subject. Instead, she puts a hand in his hair, playing with the messy, onyx tresses and gently massaging his scalp. Buttercup had discovered a few weeks back that he liked it when she played with his hair. She used her other hand to rub small circles between his shoulder blades hoping that the combination of the two actions would lull him back to sleep.
“Let’s just say continuously going to juvie and being broken out by your ‘fathers’ who were in a seemingly never-ending custody battle only to be forgotten about two weeks later over and over again leaves some emotional scars. Brick tried to help me and Boom as much as he could but he was still a kid to ya’ know.”
Buttercup hummed in agreement. It was odd hearing him talk like this. They were only seventeen - If you asked most people would say they were still kids. She supposed when you had extraordinary powers like them, whether used for good or evil, you grew up a lot faster than the average kids did.
“Well,” she said, “you have me now.”
The silence prevailed for so long she thought he had fallen asleep until,
“I love you Buttercup.” She paused her ministrations for a brief moment.
They’ ed never said those words to each other before, at least not out loud. They had shown it in that special way they had.
“I love you too Butch.” she finally answered. Unfortunately, he’d already fallen back asleep. Small snores were the only answer she received to her reciprocation of those three important words.
Buttercup let out a small chuckle, making sure the noise wouldn’t wake him again. She had to admit she enjoyed these soft moments when they opened up to each other. The two were counterparts; they understood one another in ways no one ever could. To the outside world they were harsh, The Toughest Fighter and The Baron of Berserk. But alone, they were just two kids, allowed to be themselves. Allowed to love.
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Stoner Puffs!
Buttercup’s got the munchies bad, and Blossom’s forgotten to hide her stash before leaving on their snack run. Uh oh.
Happy 420! Here’s a tiny drabble I wrote years ago about these two getting busted haha...
Everything was pink. It was her signature color after all. A small, tin lunch box-- pink with cherry blossoms. So typical. Anyone could guess that the lunch pail belonged to her. The only suspects the Professor had were the only other people who lived in the house. The lunch box had to belong to one of us. It was either Bubbles, Blossom’s, or mine. It was in our room after all, so no way to pin this on anybody else.
No way that girly stash belonged to me. Without a doubt it was Blossom’s and it was only a matter of time before the Professor reached that obvious conclusion. Tough break, Sis. She was about to be in big trouble.
The pink paint and decorative blossom flowers were worn now. Clearly, this box was either very old, or heavily used… possibly both. Truthfully, it was both. And inside? There was more pink! Pink, pink and pink. The answer should have then been more evident when he opened it. But it wasn’t. He still hadn’t realized.
The Professor held up one of the four plastic containers close to the light for better inspection. The bright THC crystals danced in the light from where they stuck heavily to the small, green spheres of tree. Girl Scout Cookies, Hindu Skunk, Strawberry Cough and Kryptonite. His nostrils flared as he began to notice the dank smell that had been trapped inside the pink box. Musty. Strong. Foresty. Skunky. Fresh. Intoxicating.
Oh yeah. She was definitely in trouble.
A look of disgust, worry, and then anger crossed his face all at once, as he began poking around the rest of the box’s contents: two pink lighters (one empty), specially made pink rolling papers, a pink pipe made from hand blown glass, and lastly….
Oh no. The picture. …That damned picture! She had forgotten about it. She took it of me two nights ago to show Bubbles when she got back tonight from that road trip with Robin! I finally learned how to blow those perfect rings out of smoke, and so Blossom took and saved the Polaroid to show her!
His eyes lifted from the photo and immediately targeted me from where Blossom and I stood frozen at the doorway.
This isn’t fair! It ain’t mine! I remembered to put mine away before we left for a snack run. Blossom had to forget about hers on the bed. Didn’t she? Probably left the door wide open, too! Damned stoner! It should have been obvious! And now—
“BUTTERCUP!” His voice had to have been heard by the whole neighborhood.
Busted.
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