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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!! Once you are given this award, you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 people who deserved it. If you break the chain nothing will happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out.

Thank you so much, Miss Josephine! That’s very kind of you! o//u//o

Do your sisters have tumblers too?
Anonymous

tumblrs*

But yes, yes they do.

Blossom how old are you?
Anonymous

I’m six years old…I thought everyone knew that by now…

Oh my gosh! This is so exciting! Hi there! My name is Blossom, but I guess you could guess that, since, well, you're Blossom too, right? It's nice to meet you! What's your world like? Heck, what's your life like? You've been here a while, right? How is it? Is everyone nice? Everyone seems nice...I met this strange monster named Aku that gave me a link to your blog, so sorry for messaging you so suddenly! I'm just amazed with the whole inter-dimensional communication possibilities of this site!

My goodness, another me! I never thought I’d ever live to see the day! It’s a pleasure to meet…me. *chuckles a tad nervously*

From the looks of it, our universes and lives are very much similar. My Townsville, with the people, my friends, and family are pretty nice folks.

As for Aku, he’s a bit of a troublemaker, and a little rough around the edges. But once you get to know him, he’s not half bad. o u o

Hey Blossom, Is everything okay with you? I just wanted to check because..well I just wanted to make sure :). You know you can talk to me about anything, even if..you know...

I’m doing fine, thank you! o u o

Faring well with your new body, I hope?

Also, I’ve heard that you got some moon-burns recently? Don’t worry, I got some once, and they’re only so bad for a few days. Bright side is you’ll have a nice tan when the old skin peels off! > w o

What do you think of "yourself" from Powerpuff Girls Z?
Anonymous

I believe I’ve been asked this before…

but to sum it up, I see it as no more than just an interpretation. From what I’ve heard, the Girls and I are pretty big in Japan, and it’s pretty neat to see that they’d actually make a show about us.

As for the character representing myself, she looks nice, though I’m not sure if she’s entirely accurate personality-wise.

Do you know how to make chemical X? I will want to know...
Anonymous

I think that’s a question for the Professor to answer, not me.

Do you feel pressured any to always being "the smart one" or the "commander and leader" in the Powerpuff girls, Blossom?

Quite often!

But it’s fine; after a while, I’ve learned to work well under the pressure.

((OOC: good gracious what—updates!))

((Okay so:

1) I feel like I haven’t been posting as much lately, and I apologize for that.

2) I heard rumors of a new Blossom blog being opened and I saw people in this group talking to and I’m merely curious as to know what this is all about to clear up my own confusion

3) I’m revoking Blossom’s current magical anon status as of now, just thought I’d let you know.

4) Happy Easter!! o u o))

It had been a long day for you.
You’ve spent most of your day battling monsters that sprung about all over Townsville, and, despite your adult body being much stronger than your younger self, you are exhausted. You can’t even imagine how your sisters must feel.
Shuffling your way into the kitchen you make yourself a cup of tea and sit down at the table, noticing today’s newspaper.
You feel the color draining from your face as you read the headline.
“COMIC BOOK COLLECTOR BRUTALLY MURDERED!!”
It…it can’t be!!
Now in a state of shock and disbelief, you turn to the according page where the story in question is located.
“TOWNSVILLE—Ex-convict Lenny Baxter, 32, was found dead in his apartment last night by neighbor…”
Why would anyone have a reason to kill Lenny? Sure, he was a creep, but he was mostly harmless and cowardly—and on top of that, most indubitably defenseless. What would anyone gain from killing him? His comics might contain some value, but according to the newspaper, nothing was stolen.
And who would even bother to kill Lenny? Who would have any sort of grudge or anger towards an obese collector of paraphern—?
“Aku has taken the liberty to examine what you meant when you referred to this…’Lenny’…and he now assures you that you will never again be troubled by such a filthy, worthless mortal!”
Suddenly everything makes sense as you come to the shocking conclusion. You feel a sort of anger welling up inside of you, but you suppress it, for fear of disturbing your family members who are upstairs. Quickly you open your window and take flight, making a faraway trip to visit the culprit.
Boy, is he going to get it now.

It had been a long day for you.

You’ve spent most of your day battling monsters that sprung about all over Townsville, and, despite your adult body being much stronger than your younger self, you are exhausted. You can’t even imagine how your sisters must feel.

Shuffling your way into the kitchen you make yourself a cup of tea and sit down at the table, noticing today’s newspaper.

You feel the color draining from your face as you read the headline.

“COMIC BOOK COLLECTOR BRUTALLY MURDERED!!

It…it can’t be!!

Now in a state of shock and disbelief, you turn to the according page where the story in question is located.

“TOWNSVILLE—Ex-convict Lenny Baxter, 32, was found dead in his apartment last night by neighbor…”

Why would anyone have a reason to kill Lenny? Sure, he was a creep, but he was mostly harmless and cowardly—and on top of that, most indubitably defenseless. What would anyone gain from killing him? His comics might contain some value, but according to the newspaper, nothing was stolen.

And who would even bother to kill Lenny? Who would have any sort of grudge or anger towards an obese collector of paraphern—?

“Aku has taken the liberty to examine what you meant when you referred to this…’Lenny’…and he now assures you that you will never again be troubled by such a filthy, worthless mortal!”

Suddenly everything makes sense as you come to the shocking conclusion. You feel a sort of anger welling up inside of you, but you suppress it, for fear of disturbing your family members who are upstairs. Quickly you open your window and take flight, making a faraway trip to visit the culprit.

Boy, is he going to get it now.