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iobartach​:

Deceived beyond question, he buys the other’s feigned personage without much effort. Lacking any proof to hand that would raise suspicions, the impression he gathers from her is that of a fellow professional, putting in a showing here to continue the work they held a passion for. Not yet aware that part of that remit included the study of his dubious act.

Cognisant of his standing within the company, Alchemax’s poster child had some sense of how far afield his work had travelled, breaking fresh ground every other week in a race that was expedited by his own lucrative bouts of heroism. Achievements that were unreservedly worthy of acclaim, in spite of the heavy taint of corporatism that went along with it.

Sold on her act, Miguel offers a nod of recognition as he diverts his gaze back to the nearby coffee machine. Pouring himself a dark roast into his awaiting mug, the appliance gave off an irritable squeal from the release of steam, a sound sharp enough to register a note of discomfort on his face. Providing, in his own unknowing way, more clues for the inquisitive imposter beside him to study about himself.

“It’s no trouble at all, Dr. Irving.” His assurance spills out from the sides of his mug as he takes a cautious sip, starting in place when word is shared that his work had served to foster inspiration. Leery about what this could suppose, he forces himself to swallow a note of trepidation, taking as little pride as possible in producing work that had already claimed a single casualty.

Of her work, he says; “A new alternative for bone marrow you say? That could be a revolutionary breakthrough. Tens of thousands would benefit, at a generous guess.” Filled with a mix of concern and curiosity, Miguel inclines his head to gaze at Paula over the rim of his glasses, his garnet hues trying their level best to get a measure of her. Something wasn’t quite adding up, like an equation written incorrectly.

Uncertain as to what he would uncover, upon stewing on the offer for a moment, he makes a decision. “Yes, I’d be interested in seeing how you have progressed so far with it. I have a moment free now, if that would suit you?” He was prepared to push for examining her work if required, spurred on by a nagging feeling that manifested into existence the very moment that she cited his lamentable research.

      From what she had wagered, that was actually quite a modest guess presuming she could see the project to its full potential, but she was far from keen to correct him as subtlety had always served her best. Though perhaps it was a test within itself to see the breadth of his imagination and ambition when something new had been provided for him. 

     After all, even a miracle could be reduced to nothing if put in the wrong hands. 

     A mild sort of cryptic delight prevails at his agreement, but her demeanor still remains measured. 

    “   It would suit me rather well, actually; I’ve just completed the first cross-breeding attempt between my specimens. If you’d just follow me.  ” 

   Carrying her tea, she leads him a rather familiar way albeit with the expected divergence to her own office adjacent to the laboratory showcasing her progress behind glass walls. There, she carefully lays her cup to rest on the desk, picking up a manila folder and presenting it to him despite the twinge of reluctance that suddenly comes to her in the very moment, carefully hidden behind some sense of sheepishness. 

   “   You could say my work follows the theory of taking a few steps backwards in our evolution in order to go many forward, hence why I’ve selected particular species of sponges, moss, and even fungi to create something akin to the unique tissue found in our marrow. Of course, it’ll be quite a long and tedious process, obtaining the most favorable genes of each, which is why I’ve also reverse engineered a Turing equation to help guide the process. That is what you have in your hands.   ”

A face and name he didn't recognize was the point entirely: it meant that Dr. Paula Irving's efforts of seamlessly assimilating into Alchemax were all going according to plan, if one wanted to be so cliché to say that.

Pois.on Ivy.

Eco-terrorist.

Menace to society.

She was, after all, a villain by any other name, now trying to stray from that path of reckless destruction, but she knew the world wouldn't let her go willingly. And so she dons a persona of the reserved scientist, one that feels as though trying to wrap herself again in a shed husk - familiar yet estranged all at once.

But she was soon to find out she wasn't the only one here pretending to be something she's not.

She didn't have the luxury of non-vigilance, but he was one long on her radar ever since investigating into joining Alchemax, his praises sung across the company for all his contributions to the field of genetic engineering. Naturally, she read up on anything she could get her hands on beyond the red tape of confidentiality and felt confident in her commendation of his work. It was practically magic, making clay of men, making them more.

But then, pray tell, why was such a miracle being wasted?

And so consumes her the one toxin she could never develop a resistance to - the burn in her skin of yearning to know, and an old rage beginning to fester in the familiar scent of a man's treacherous secrecy. Though perhaps it's not fair to make such classifications yet for she understands better than any that people like them have their reasons. The difficulty always lies in finding the why.

She pauses a moment, taking in his disheveled countenance but that's nothing uncommon with their work, so she assures him with an amiable smile, fingers pulled from the warmth of an herbal tea to adjust thick frames.

"Oh, forgive me if I've come at a bad time, Dr. O'Hara, I just haven't had the chance to introduce myself yet. My name is Dr. Paula Irving and I must admit that your work has inspired my research here at Alchemax. I'm creating a transgenic moss to be used in medicine as a substitute material for bone marrow transplants, so if it interests you, it would mean a lot if you would come by and review my work sometime. Perhaps even be so kind as to let me pick your brain now and then."

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everlightblessing​:

                   It’s always a wild guess, showing up to the latest site of Ivy’s personal mission. She might find a natural disaster, she might find a controlled peaceful area. Regardless, it’s disruptive, and as much as Dinah doesn’t like getting in her business, there are limits and boundaries that cannot be crossed. Not in her city. Today, it just so happens that she’d knocked unconscious an entire lab team, and then some. She can’t go easy on that.

“Ivy…” The blonde sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. “What now? What could you possibly need this place so bad for? You know I don’t like bothering you, but you can’t just…” Dinah gestures at the people, “I’m a much better option than Batman.”

      A mere raise of the brow betrays the irony she finds in the statement, but nonetheless she presses on, delicately passing off her objective to a tangle of vines that begin to escalate it through the crumbled opening in the side of the building.

     “   Oh? And why is that, exactly?   ” A bolt goes loaded into the bow mounted on her wrist for she knows she can only keep her talking for so long before she’ll resort to that infamously horrendous screeching of hers. 

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hoowee sorry for not being around but life just went to 100 and i also dont know how to actually trim replies yet bc i havent been on tumblr in EONS so pls bear with me!!

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this is so sweet?? i dont deserve you????

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" what did you do ? " -- from dinah!

She rises from the swaths of crawling greenery smothering the laboratory like a bright, new red bloom glancing coyly across her shoulder at the newfound company, a tray of botanical specimens revealed in her hands as she faces her. But of course, that alone doesn't exactly address her concern, so Ivy glances up at the dozen unconscious scientists and security guards in the room dangling precariously within the grasp of hungry vines waiting for her next command.

"Ah, that?" She answers in a soft chuckle, "Nothing permanent, I promise. But I wouldn't tempt me."

@everlightblessing

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A face and name he didn't recognize was the point entirely: it meant that Dr. Paula Irving's efforts of seamlessly assimilating into Alchemax were all going according to plan, if one wanted to be so cliché to say that.

Pois.on Ivy.

Eco-terrorist.

Menace to society.

She was, after all, a villain by any other name, now trying to stray from that path of reckless destruction, but she knew the world wouldn't let her go willingly. And so she dons a persona of the reserved scientist, one that feels as though trying to wrap herself again in a shed husk - familiar yet estranged all at once.

But she was soon to find out she wasn't the only one here pretending to be something she's not.

She didn't have the luxury of non-vigilance, but he was one long on her radar ever since investigating into joining Alchemax, his praises sung across the company for all his contributions to the field of genetic engineering. Naturally, she read up on anything she could get her hands on beyond the red tape of confidentiality and felt confident in her commendation of his work. It was practically magic, making clay of men, making them more.

But then, pray tell, why was such a miracle being wasted?

And so consumes her the one toxin she could never develop a resistance to - the burn in her skin of yearning to know, and an old rage beginning to fester in the familiar scent of a man's treacherous secrecy. Though perhaps it's not fair to make such classifications yet for she understands better than any that people like them have their reasons. The difficulty always lies in finding the why.

She pauses a moment, taking in his disheveled countenance but that's nothing uncommon with their work, so she assures him with an amiable smile, fingers pulled from the warmth of an herbal tea to adjust thick frames.

"Oh, forgive me if I've come at a bad time, Dr. O'Hara, I just haven't had the chance to introduce myself yet. My name is Dr. Paula Irving and I must admit that your work has inspired my research here at Alchemax. I'm creating a transgenic moss to be used in medicine as a substitute material for bone marrow transplants, so if it interests you, it would mean a lot if you would come by and review my work sometime. Perhaps even be so kind as to let me pick your brain now and then."

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The world of the past was a different nation. A place that, had he the choice, he'd rarely express a wish to visit willingly. When he couldn't avoid reminiscing, looking back, everything had seemed simpler, where instead of facing multi-dimensional calamity, he had to contend with much more localised concerns, closer to home. Be it the ravings of another Fenris lunatic. Dodging capture by the Public Eye. Or a villain forging a path of reckless destruction. Every time he'd he there to stop them, as sure as the thunder that followed after lightning, diffusing the situation.

The S-Man.

The Harbinger of Thor.

A hero by any other name.

But where it was that the antics of his Spider-Man persona ended, the life of Miguel O'Hara continued in earnest, working as always for the same corporation that held Nueva York in an unflinching, vice grip. That had subjected his own life to a particularly loathsome form of extortion, until he took matters into his own hands. Until he'd personally sorted the problem himself, if at a cost.

In the intervening period since, using the authority he comfortably maintained within Alchemax, he had continued his research on the work that had originally freed him from a terrible dependency. A specialist in genetics, a late start today had seen him work double quick throughout the morning to make up for lost time, barely leaving any room in turn to engage in idle chitchat or simply a quick hello.

When at last he pushed back his stool, peeling himself away from his work, he had found that he was one of the few souls left loitering around the laboratory. Having missed the daily exodus of his colleges as they made the trek over to the canteen for lunch, rather than rush to follow after them, O'Hara decided to remain seated, at least for a bit longer. Lifting the frames of his glasses up from his eyes, he rubbed the traces of sleep away from his sockets in a bid to clear his vision, each motion slow and steady.

In dire need of an energy boost, he resolved to go on a coffee break, snatching the mug off his table as he stood. Rising to his full height, the figure he cut as he weaved his way around the lab's various stations on his way over to the break-out area was unmistakable, a slender, brown-haired giant that easily rose a foot or more above his peers. If his face alone hadn't been enough, then he knew to be recognised by the irritating nickname of Mike, still much beloved by his charming peers no matter how many times he spent correcting them.

Preoccupied by preparing a brew, a sound to his left had almost escaped his attention, but he managed to latch onto it at the last possible moment, an apologetic "Sorry?" automatically dropping from his mouth to cover his tardiness. Dropping a spoon into his mug, he cast a quick gaze over the stranger who had tried to get his attention. Hers was a face he didn't recognise, which didn't mean much. He usually only remembered the ones who had tried to meddle with and disrupt his work.

"Did you say something just now? Could you repeat it, please?"

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Poison Ivy by Chris Samnee 

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OKAY

since i dont have much going on this blog yet, here's a mini-wishlist for things off the top of my head that im looking to develop and if you think any of these fit your muse by all means gimme a shout!

obv i want some connections w the rogues or other villainous or even anti-hero type characters! a lot of these she probably forms while in arkham tbh but you never know! she's willing to form alliances if it would serve her to do so

magic!! i heavily hc that pamela's scientific work treads into the realm of magic and it would be so interesting to explore that aspect

i want odd instances of heroes actually begrudgingly needing pamela's help for something

i actually lowkey want to develop my own spin on pam's no man's land arc where she lets some runaway teens crash with her for awhile until she gets busted for doing so oops. so if you got a youngin needing some (bad) maternal love...

i also think a connection with a jas.on to.dd could be so interesting..................

i also love scientist pamela... i have another adapted arc from cycle of life and death where she becomes a scientist undercover for awhile!

also not pamela kidnapping your muse for her research 8///

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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HELLOO

i quite possibly chose the worst time to start this blog but my love for pammy was just too much so here we are

n e ways I cant wait to write here but it'll be sparse activity as I'm working full time and moving into a new place, but I'll be doing some follows and dms in the meantime to hopefully get the ball rolling with some plots!! hope you all are having wonderful days/nights <33

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            “ and so, his fate was sealed...                                                                                                                                   with 𝓪 𝓚𝓘𝓢𝓢 ! “

pri. ind. sel. multiverse 𝐃𝐑. 𝐏𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 / 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐕𝐘 based heavily on hc with influence from b: tas and comics. major tws in themes of death, body hor/ror, scie/ntific cruelty, dr/ug use, men/tal ill/ness, & ab/use! a dissection of life & death, truths stranger than fiction, the metaphysical, human nature, man & nature, necessary evils & becoming the villain. nurtured by bramble. psd.