#brute plutonium

[when42-0fallasleep]

Five random headcanons each

Self-proclaimed leader

An ass

Clever. Clever af.

Smt level-headed (at the wrong place), mostly seems like someone lit him on fire actl (*insert that elmo on fire meme)

Can cook, but his eating habit is straight up from hell (his food combination is weird af)

"Listen bitch, i have millions ways to sunday to gut you, and i will let you have three seconds to have the delusion that you can escape this."

An ass, but she holds herself back most time (read: w Blossom on the scene)

The powerpuff that has swearing in every breath

Smart (mostly battle smart, but she is actl good at math)

Best cook in the gang but too lazy to actl do it

Has a lingerie collection

The blonde bitch w an onlyfan acc that might have dated (and fucked) every man available (?) in town (she def did, w no regret)

She is the living combination of Panty Anarchy, Regina George and Gretchen Wieners of the place

"Honey i born bad, and i love it"

Do not, let her touch even the fucking kettle.

Appointed leader (the other two lowkey let her do so)

Book smart

Old lady's mind in a little girl's form

She can bake but cant cook (by some miracle, and no cook book she read could help her)

Extreme OCD

Punch first, think later

Dirty, in many ways

Foulest mouth of them all

Eat like he has a black hole in his stormach

Manwhore

Good and kind (but not naive)

Can speak like 10 languages (and some tiny bits of more)

Its not easy to get her mad, but dont

Biggest sweet tooth, can eat spicy stuff tho but didnt rlly like it

Likes handmade stuff

Leader in the sense of winning the first group brawl

Walking chimney

Surprisingly very classy

Refined (read: extremely picky) eater

A literal party animal

It seems like hes always high (no he has never touch weed in his life)

Can be trained to be a good one actl

Self-proclaimed world best indie guitarist (he is good)

Would eat everything that can be put inside his mouth

Dumb prank is a daily need

Doesnt give one shit abt everything

Either emo, goth or punk, depending on her mood

Has a huge body count (in both meanings)

Has a knife collection

If your name is on her list, she would kill you, then your parents, then your child.

[rogutts]

i lowkey hate this now that im looking at it cause why does 16 y.o brute look so stiff lmao i might redraw this soon but here’s a small glimpse of what i have going on for brute (i also like to hc that she went through a long hair phase in her teenage years even though i didn’t showcase it here lmaoandjs)

[j4yxyz]

the powerpunk girls!

[the-backwards-eel]

Sum punky girls in gachalife2

[ppg-artss]

Back w/ the punksss 🏴‍☠️☠️💙❤️💚☠️🏴‍☠️

[simplysedusa]

On one hand, I want to throw away the whole multiverse concept and just give the Powerpunk Girls a creator from the canon universe (*coughDickHardlycough*) so I don't have to complicate things for my fic(s).

But, on the other hand, a multiverse as a concept/trope is very popular at the moment and it's still cool if I implement it right.

[teacupballerina]

The Powerpunk Girls were created specifically, intentionally, with an ingredient passed down through a centuries-old bloodline.

"Come along, you three. We've got work to do."

The Oppressor did not bother to name the girls at first, seeing them only as tools.

But they eventually earned their titles...

Brute came first, just after their birth. Brat soon followed, defying Plutonium in her typical manner. Berserk was named last, after proving her worth to her sisters and father.

[imaslutforcuddles]

Vampire

(Moodboard made by me.)

August Walker x Reader

Vampire, By Olivia Rodrigo.

Summary: You two had been like peas in a pod, close and comfortable. You both knew each other or so you thought. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out. August knew this, and he pushed it as far away as he could. But you're smarter than that.

Words: 942

Warnings: Swearing, spoilers, mentions of sex, yelling, manipulation, angst, violence, minor character death, not a happy ending, August Walker is a walking red flag.

A/N: This goes along with mission impossible six, except reader works alongside August. Like most of my other fics, this one corresponds with a song. Banner below by cafekitsune.

"If you don't hear from us," Ethan looked over to August as he cocked his gun.

"I'll do it my way."

August had always been a brute and someone who wouldn't hesitate to get a job done.

After years of working alone, he was a complete change of direction; and you loved it.

The thrill alone of working with him was great, but the thrill he gave you almost every night in bed kept you warm inside.

He nodded to Ethan.

"Don't take your eyes off him."

August grunted as the others left, he had wanted you to stay safe and far away from him. Yet, he couldn't help but yearn for you.

He shook his head returning to the reason he had gone on this mission in the first place.

After unplugging the camera watching Lane, he filled a syringe with adrenaline, before walking back to where Lane was held captive.

The door was opened and he almost shoved the syringe into Lane grunting as he gasped awake.

"Enough games, I'm taking you out of here."

It was like a mouse and cat. Ethan was chasing a piece of cheese that couldn't be found, unknowing of the cat running after him.

August huffed, un-doing his cuffs.

"Where's Hunt?"

Lane had almost looked scared when he spoke.

"He's gone to the meeting, with a copy of you."

August was huffing with rage at this point and Lane could feel it. He raised a hand and sucked in a breath.

"Calm down. Call the apostles. Warn them."

August's face contorted, almost in disgust; but mainly annoyance.

"I have no way of contacting them. For their safety and mine."

He glared at him.

"What I do have is an extraction team with satellite overwatch and prearranged rendezvous. They'll know as soon as we leave the building."

He turned to leave before Lane continued, "No, I'm staying here."

He shifted in his seat as August stopped.

"I haven't finished with Hunt yet."

August whipped his body around, full of annoyance and anger, before stomping back to him.

"Why'd you have to make this so fucking complicated?"

Lane's head turned, "I don't understand what you mean."

August looked absolutely done, he felt done too.

"The deal was simple. I help you frame Hunt, you give me the plutonium. You're wasting time."

"There cannot be peace without first a great suffering."

He moved his face away, trying not to beat the shit out of him.

"The greater the suffering, the greater the peace."

August was losing his patience.

"When I wrote those words I wasn't referring to your peace or Hunt's suffering. The old world order needs dismantling, and we have the tools to dismantle it. All you seem to care about is that Hunt lives to take the blame. That's not anarchy."

Lane's face becomes widened and amused, and he nods slightly.

"That's revenge."

Lane leaned forward.

"Yes it is. And when I have what I want, the apostles with give you the plutonium."

Walker sighs and starts walking away, only before turning back around to spit out more words like their his last.

"Hunts the only friend you've got. You're only alive today because he didn't have the guts to kill you. Sloan was right, the IMF is like halloween. Nothing but grown men wearing,"

He pauses, something hadn't felt right earlier and things were starting to add up. He looks over to the computer they had made a copy of lanes face with.

Lane looks behind him and smiles, shifting in his seat.

"What?" He clears his throat uncomfortably.

August starts walking over to lane before aggressively ripping off his mask, revealing:

"Was it just the job?" You growl.

He was taken aback, expected anyone but you. He prayed it would be anyone but you.

You hadn't specified but he knew what you were asking.

The restraints holding you to the chair had been fake the whole time, just like his affection for you.

"You know, i had almost left this whole job when Hunt was sure you were John Larke. I couldn't believe you had faked our,"

You pause trying to find the words for the relationship you had made with him.

"He begged me to just sit here and act, that you may be exactly what he thought you were." You scoff before turning your head.

"And he was right."

August just stands there, annoyed and unresponsive. It makes you want to scream and kick him, but you stay patient.

"Was i just some stupid fuck you thought would help you when things turned out in the end?"

He finally opens his mouth, but the only thing that comes out is acid.

"I could never love you."

it strikes something in you. Maybe a fire, maybe something hotter than that, but it burns.

And you snap.

You reach behind him and grab his gun, it had happened all too fast. He couldn't contemplate what to say to you.

"Your fucking pathetic you know that? Going after your own teammate because you couldn't find a man to fuck you." He snorts trying to push you.

"That's rich coming from you asshole."

Your hands shake and he doesn't miss it. He counts on your failure, he thinks your weak.

"Oh you think i wouldn't kill you?" You laugh and his smirk turns bitter.

"Goodbye August, or whatever your name is."

Your words pierce his heart before the bullet does, but they don't reach his brain fast enough to make a move.

His words had rung in your head long after his body fell motionless.

But you had no choice, and he wasn't worth it.

[blurrymango]

Just remembered I dreamt about the Powerpunk Girls last night. I was babysitting them. Brat was afraid of needles and very clingy. Berserk was a "J""Schlatt" fan and made us go to the mall. And Brute was allergic to literally every tree. We went to an allergist and checked.

Also their dad wasn't even the evil version of Professor Utonium, Professor Plutonium, it was Russel from Gorillaz for some reason.

[hunty627]

Salt, vinegar and everything nasty. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girl with a negative attitude. Then Oppressor Plutonium deliberately added an extra ingredient to the concoction. Chemical X! Thus, the Powerpunk girls were born! Using their ultra superpowers, Berserk, Brat and Brute have dedicated their lives to to destroy everything, gross people out, and dominate their surroundings.

Powerpunk Girls

thinking of them (2021)

[shi-yin-drawings]

I was gonna clean up the lineart and render them in much more detail but I haven’t brought myself to do so in these past months so here you go instead!  

In any case, imagining these girls in my style was a blast!!  I hope you enjoy them too.  You can check out my PPG x RRB version here

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[julieemarine]

Evil doppelgängers of main protagonists, my beloved.

[choconat67]

As promised here we have all the girls together 💙❤️💚👌, I'm practicing clothes so I wanted to do things a little different. I liked the results, but some things are still difficult for me, but it's a matter of practice 😌🖤💗

Como prometí aquí tenemos a todas la chicas juntas 💙❤️💚👌, estoy practicando ropa así que quise hacer cosas un poco distintas. Me gustaron los resultados, pero aun se me dificultan algunas cosas, pero es cosa de practica 😌🖤💗

[the-backwards-eel]

Hehe powerpunk angst go brrr

You can’t tell me these bitches have a good home life. Their dad literally has a plan for if they ever try to turn against him and he didnt hesitate when he thought the powerpuff girls were them

[thegarden-ofeden]

berserk plutonium moodboard

the powerpuff girls masterlist

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[ppg-artss]

The Powerpunk girls!❤️💙💚