No More Games (PPG FIC)No More GamesNo More Games (PPG FIC) by *AlicornMoonstar
Author's Note: This is just a weird mix idea of PPG and a certain other series that came to mind I wrote for a contest. I may polish and add to it later.
Townsville Braking Report: No More Chemical X!
Townsville Weekly: With No Chem X What Comes Next? Can Powerpuff Girls keep fighting crime Without Renewed Power? Usages for The Rarity and Prices Soar! Villains Out Of Control! Mayor Devises Plan After Weekly Movie Night!
The air drew into a warm cushion around the roots of hundred year old trees before it was whipped in half by a strong wind. Three shapes darted here and there, one pausing every few steps to punch the earth. Huge clods of dirt flew up, frozen into integrate icy rocks a moment later. The 3rd shape sailed ahead through the air, dotting the skyline.
“Is that the last of the bombs?” Blossom asked.
“I think so.” Buttercup said, rubbing her knuckles. “Leave it to that
PPG - Cold (Part 1)PPG - Cold (Part 1) by =Destiny-Smasher
A/N: This story is a gift-fic for a dear friend. I asked her for a topic, and the prompt was simply, "A PowerPuff Girls fanfic centered around Blossom's perspective."
I actually barely had any familiarity with the series before writing this, and over the span of a few days, I watched through the animated film and a handful of select episodes in order to do research so I could write this.
I want a lot of the story to speak for itself, and you can draw your own conclusions, but one detail I'd like to emphasize is that I wanted this to be set decidedly within the realm of the official American cartoon but be a bit twisted at the same time: primarily, I wanted to focus on the freakish features the girls possess and use this as sort of a minor plot-point, emphasizing their 'mutant' nature.
You will also notice that one of the characters is...'off.' This is intentional, but I don't want to spoil it, so please read it if you'd like to
PPG - Cold (Part 2)PPG - Cold (Part 2) by =Destiny-Smasher
With a butter knife attached to her hand as if it were a magnet, Blossom smeared the dressing on the slices of bread. She felt less like a teen and more like a mother in that moment, fixing food while in a red blouse and black trousers. She layered thinly slices pieces of ham, one over the other. A slice of lettuce on one sandwich, a piece of cheese on another, a couple pieces of tomatoes on her own...
Blossom sighed to herself when she realized that she had, in fact, all but prepared three sandwiches, instead of two, so habitual was this act of food preparation by now. Frowning at her own mishap, Blossom grumpily slapped the top slices of bread onto each sandwich, sealing two of them in plastic baggies and placing them in a noticeable location in the somewhat empty fridge. Ugh. Grocery shopping. She would have to squeeze that act in somewhere in the next day or two, inbetween everything else on her plate.
To think that their money troubles once revolved around things as trivial as too
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