@goddamnmuses / aaron davis liked this.
if she had a nickel for every purple and green villain she encountered , she'd have three nickels , which isn't a lot , but it's weird that it's happened thrice.
the colors DO look very good together. this one's gone more cyberpunk than evil genius or insane clown ( no posse ). buttercup does appreciate the originality. as of yet , he hasn't done anything worthy of interruption. honestly , if it weren't for the colors , she wouldn't have bothered to look. but . . . well , if he wanted to be sneaky , he should have done it in fewer neon colors. honestly , this is kind of funny. sneaking around like this is an oxymoron.
“ you're trying to get caught , right ? ” buttercup drawls lazily , hovering at the end of an alley — one that likely leads to a sewer or secret entrance somewhere , if she knows the general inner workings of seedy city underbellies.
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hold up. HOLD UP.
zoom in.
ENHANCE.
it's over. the original approves. we can all walk away knowing i'm right. i'm ALWAYS right.
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“ STOP looking at my dad like that. ”
@bigidiotenergy / quentin beck
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it's pretty cool , right ? / @supermantm
“ are you . . . ? ” a bewildered pause. “ are you trying to impress me with my own superpowers ? ”
billie eilish.
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the absence of atmosphere in space is kind of nice. relaxing , in a way , like some unknown pressure was stolen from her bones. her lungs ache against the lack of oxygen , but it isn't something that she genuinely has to worry about. space travel is not unfamiliar to her , in or outside a spaceship. when she runs off , usually it's to gotham or new york , but space is nice too.
she gets why gwen came up here.
she DOESN'T get why gwen came up here before punching her mother in the face , but hey. different strokes.
( buttercup did it for her. )
it's cold up here , trillions of miles from the sun. it doesn't bother her , but she can sense the change like a shift in pressure , a slowness to the movement of atoms up here. maybe that's another reason gwen came up here. ( do anodite run hot ? heat is energy , after all. ) it should be harder to find her up here , but it isn't. maybe because she wasn't looking to hide , or maybe because she wants to be found. space is enormous , but buttercup was following pretty close behind.
without any air to vibrate sounds , speaking is useless. buttercup doesn't bother. instead she waves at her friend — pink is her color — and moves to hover beside her. the endlessness of space surrounds them , vast miles of both unknown and unknown in every direction , large enough to give the illusion of being untouched. but not alone.
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@gwenbiote: OH. MY GOD. BUTTERCUP -----
“ i will NOT be held responsible for a mediocre man's mediocre knowledge on his exceptional daughter. that one's just not on me , objectively. ”
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gwen carefully handing her phone over the next time her mom calls
buttercup takes hold of the phone with such gentleness , terrified that an errant spurt of strength would crush it before she had the chance to say her piece. her fingers FLEX with the fear of it. she feels like a starving animal offered its first piece of food.
gwen hates it when she's mean to her mom , and buttercup can't find it in herself to be anything else.
though if she's being honest , mean is such a tame way to say it.
buttercup terrorizes the woman. people like that , with such hatred for their own , survive on little but fear. fear of the unknown , fear of the known , fear of not being the top of the food chain. natalie and everyone like her spends life horrified by the idea that someone might one day treat them the way they treat others — and worse , the idea that no one would protect them. that no one could protect them. that no one would WANT to. it's so easy to stoke that fear like a carefully tended fire.
buttercup has never been known for her kindness.
natalie likes to pretend at hers , though.
the woman's voice straddles a strange line between chipper and DEMANDING when buttercup answers , half barking orders without waiting so much for a hello. they've been gone for a while — a mission that's taken far longer than anticipated. buttercup expected , for gwen's sake , to hear even the vaguest hint of concern. there's none there. just the haughtiness of a woman unused to being kept WAITING.
natalie's going to have to get used to a lot now.
( it's no wonder gwen didn't let them cross paths sooner , despite the years of friendship gained through strife and white-knuckled stubbornness. buttercup's never been against the idea of MURDER , but she has been less in control of herself before. )
“ you're confused , ” buttercup says after natalie's finished. “ that's not how you talk to people. ”
a slow , cruel smile spreads across her face at the tinny sound of the woman's gasp on the other end. phones can never quite catch the LITTLE sounds right — the heartbeats barely caught by even the best microphones , the intakes of air rattling around in the metal — but it does the job well enough to let her know she has natalie's full attention. she loves to pretend , in person , that they're on equal footing. as if that fantasy has ever been correct , even without the benefit of superpowers against her fragile , mortal flesh. natalie would be hard pressed to find someone who isn't above her. on the phone , without the benefit of her family around , buttercup wouldn't be surprised to find out her knees were shaking , her skinny cigarette trembling between her fingers.
natalie never admit it. she might not even NOTICE it. her fear so often comes out as rage. like an ant plotting against the sun. knowledge of her own insignificance would shatter her stupid little psyche.
but buttercup knows. buttercup can smell it on her whenever she sees her daughter , a woman so much more than natalie could ever become. buttercup can smell it whenever ships are so much as MENTIONED. buttercup is to natalie what a god is to a bug ; it would be nothing to crush her between her fingers , to pop her like an overgrown zit. as is gwen. natalie has the benefit of being her mother , of commanding a sort of affection over gwen that buttercup is free of.
( she has one parental figure and she knows in her heart of hearts that she would kill him if she had to. and he doesn't even DESERVE it. what's a racist xenophobic narcissist in comparison ? )
“ you're going to listen carefully , natalie , and you're going to do just what i say. ” she expects the interruption , but buttercup still tsks the way one would to a misbehaving toddler. “ don't interrupt me again. ” there's a threat in her voice , implicit and cold. the devil fears her. getting one mortal to hold their tongue isn't especially difficult. “ you're going to answer yes or no , and then you're going to shut the fuck up. ”
honestly , she expects more arguing. she expects a woman married into intergalactic warriors to have a spine. even just a little one. but that's the way with people like this : they're only strong when everyone around them is weak.
natalie's answering yes is faint.
“ good. find your manners when you talk to my friends , or we're going to be talking in person next time. ”
another yes.
“ anyway. she's busy. we're in the middle of space a couple lightyears away and you're fucking LUCKY i'm answering at all. take a hint and stop calling. gwen will call you when and if she's good and goddamn ready. stop blowing up this phone. ”
she doesn't bother waiting for another response. she ends the call and hands the phone back to gwen. the smile on her face is almost sickly sweet. “ she says she misses you. ”
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“ Don't lie to me. ” / @gvngreen
the irony almost knocks her on her ass.
ace has never done anything BUT lie. if he's ever been honest , it's never been to her. everything he does is a lie , built to make people see him as he wants to be seen. whatever he wanted to be seen as that particular day. and it fluctuates wildly all the time. he's been a dangerous gang leader , just a kid doing his best , a famous bassist , an ACTOR , just a guy who knows some things. he's painted himself as friend of the powerpuff girls whenever it suits him. as their enemy. as an ally , if it worked out in his favor.
he's a LIAR , hellbent on helping no one but himself.
she might have respected it if he weren't such a piece of shit.
fucking forty goddamn years old and still as disgusting as he was at sixteen.
he's so lucky the rest of them still CARE about him. for reasons that are absolutely beyond her. he picked up a bass , joined a band , and never once looked back at the kids who relied on him. ace loves to throw her name out to gain recognition , loves to name-drop the only important people he knows — even when they can't stand his fucking guts — but she'd bet dollars to donuts he hasn't mentioned ANY of the boys in a while.
they don't fit his new image.
it takes every ounce of her fragile self control not to punch him in his smug fucking face.
“ talk about a goddamn hypocrite. ”
caring.
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starter call / @droidsplode
the clapping is new.
townsville used to do it , back when things were fresh and it wasn't used to having superheroes. the citizens stopped clapping around the time they turned eight , and she hasn't really heard it since. they clapped for other things , but not this. not saving them. they act like it's their due. like she and her sisters HAVE to give their blood , sweat , and tears for them.
so it's nice. to be appreciated.
the hero culture everywhere is so different. new york is evenly split between thinking heroes are dangers to society and being thankful. gotham practically treats them as part of the police force. townsville is entitled. apparently this place is grateful.
or just not used to heroes.
who knows.
buttercup turns to the hero — robot ? — next to her and arches a brow. “ are they always like this ? ”
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“ you can keep twisting that screw ; it's not gonna make the damn thing work. ”
@playerstwo
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“ go solo. fuck everyone else. ”
@pareidolah / noodle
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“ where the fuck is ace ? ”
@facedented
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there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all.
“ stop practicing your pick up lines on me. they don't work. this is weird. stu is too goddamn stupid to know what you're trying to say. ”
great.
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[text] hey you better be alive in there
[ sms : edward cullen✨ ] that is a wild thing to hear from someone who is dead
[ sms : edward cullen✨ ] or undead
[ sms : edward cullen✨ ] the only real difference is how annoying you are i think
text message meme.
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starter call / @nerdtrcn
it's been a long time since the professor had a dedicated assistant. it's been even LONGER since they did work in the professor's personal labratory and not the college's.
she doesn't like it.
granted , she's never been a FAN of strangers in her house. ( he's not really a stranger anymore , but still. ) at least not this often. neutron is in her house more than she is. never mind the fact that she's never home. it isn't exactly her choice to be on patrol constantly , taking the night shifts and stopping stupid crimes.
she scowls , piling a plate high with kimchi dumplings. the professor would KILL her if she didn't bring food for their guest , but she can't bring herself to make him his own plate. she's not that welcoming. if there was ever a time neutron wasn't here , she'd make sure the professor ate then. but the guy is ALWAYS here , and if someone doesn't remind him , the professor will go days without eating. he becomes so engrossed in his experiments that he forgets to shower. bubbles has had to carry him to his bedroom and tuck him in a few times. they've talked about instituting visiting hours and a bed time.
she fucking hates having to be part of the reasonable group. goddammit.
buttercup stops dead in her tracks , halfway down the basement stairs. “ where's the professor ? ” it is absolutely an accusation.
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so are we partying this weekend or what ? ( and by party i mean ruin a whole ass intergalactic criminal empire for funsies )
“ abso-fucking-LUTELY. also , what did he do ? i need to be accurate when i hurt his feelings. ”
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