#so much poison

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

So my BIL is from Hong Kong and I was telling him I've gotten into Cdramas and he said he stopped watching them because everyone was always poisoned but some rare flower in the mountains would heal them and he found it silly.

I mean, he's not wrong. He just forgot to mention the magical acupuncture.

[puppppppppy]

Bridge to turnabout doodles

[sergle]

ALSO IMPORTANT TO NOTE, people dropping mad mad sums of money on gfms and charities and stuff are extremely impressive but that DOES NOT MEAN that putting like $5 towards someone's fund or any good cause is any less valuable, a lot of crowdfunding is about momentum and those single digits add up super fast, you do not need to be Rolling In The Dough to make someone's day!! moving the dial at all is extremely positive!!

[onebadnoodle]

one day i want to work on my big batman fan project idea but for now here are some sketches for my ivy and joker designs

[luxevamp]

All the way in battery city…

[egophiliac]

everyone out of the way, this is the only thing I'm going to be thinking about from now on.

(okay, there is one more thing)

[chloesimaginationthings]

I love Michael Afton's story in FNAF..

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Following an accident, Danny wakes up in Gotham City in a DC universe. Lacking any forms of ID or possessions beyond the clothes on his back, he’s forced to commit some crimes to survive. Minor crimes, but still.

And then he gets caught.

During the court proceedings, they come to the mistaken conclusion that he’s a Meta suffering from some psychiatric issues such as Cotard’s Syndrome (a real rare condition where a person holds the delusional belief that they’re dead/don’t exist/etc).

Thus, between his “need for mental treatment” and the concerns about housing someone with his unique physical traits, he is sentenced to spend time in Arkham Asylum. He’s under pretty low security aside from the anti-Meta stuff and has more freedoms than some other inmates, but it’s still not a great experience. Even at the best of times, Arkham is hardly a nice place.

Some of his fellow residents are decently chill all things considered, but lots very much aren’t.

[sualne]

catching up

[poofpoofpurin]

how can you look at me like that

[breannasfluff]

Danny snorts and gestures at the bruises. “Got kidnapped yesterday; guess those goons didn’t take kindly to getting their butts kicked.”

Pam and Harley’s attention both snap to him, and there’s a low, simmering anger in both gazes. “Danny? You okay?” Pam takes a step toward him and the plants around her tremble. 

The faint smell of jasmine tinges the air. It’s oddly…familiar. The last time he smelled that was when he met Poison Ivy…

He waves off their concern. “I was fine. Red Hood showed up and helped out with some of the thugs, but I could have handled it on my own.” They still don’t look happy, but Danny’s changing the subject. “So…when were you going to share your alter egos?”

Pam and Harley share a look. “I don’t know what you are talking about?” Harley’s response comes out as a question. 

“Harley, you knew my name when I never told it to you. And you sound the same. I know I can be a little slow, but I do get there eventually.”

Harley doesn’t seem upset, just laughs and swings her hammer down to rest on the ground. “I knew Pam picked a good kid to trust. I like you.”

Pam’s got a calculating look on her face. It’s the same kind Danny is familiar with, both for making it and seeing it on his friends’ faces. She’s likely running the odds of being able to pass off Harley as an acquaintance and keep her own identity a secret. 

He’s going to have to burst her bubble. “Pam, there’s a plant climbing up your leg and the pothos are so scared they’re trailing up instead of down.”

A glance up shows this is accurate. 

“Fine!” Pam throws up her hands and heaves an exasperated sigh. “I’m Poison Ivy, are you happy?”

Read the rest here!

[onebadnoodle]

poison type miku ⚠️

[theside-b]

There is a limit to how lovey-dovey a couple can be.

LOVE IS A POISON (2024) 「毒恋～毒もすぎれば恋となる～」

[puppetmaster13u]

Mermay Special Prompt 3

“Are you kidding? No one goes to Gotham, that place is like,” Aquaman made a motion with his hand, a not-quite grimace on his face. “Like things should not be living in the water, like it should be impossible, and things should be dead, but they aren’t and it’s like, like the equivalent of an undead apocalypse over there!” 

Bruce rolled his eyes behind his cowl, taking a sip of his coffee as the others continued drinking. Socialize, they said, it’ll be fine they said. Well excuse him, but the waters weren’t that bad. Sure there were always dumped bodies, and chemicals from the rogue attacks, but it was far worse at one point.

One thing he’ll always be relieved for is how the… curse (thank you broken statuette back in the beginning of his vigilante career that fused with the other many curses of Gotham) made the people of Gotham actually care about the waters around them. 

Though also, he couldn’t help but thank anything that might be listening for the fact that the curse only interacted with Gotham waters, because losing legs with any risk of a drop of water would be downright annoying. 

“No dude, you don’t understand, no one goes there for a reason! That shit is horrific- someone saw a big thing with bits of rebar stabbed straight through it and still chased after a big alligator-thing!” Oh. Oh that had been him. Oops. Hopefully his kids didn’t find out about this, but they were probably already on the cameras. Dammnit. 

[plutodile]

My yearly splatsune inku redraw. Wanted to do something more interesting with it so HUZZA! Project voltage poison type inkling miku