[the-feels-assassin]

I READ SPIDER-GWEN

I NEED MORE, MARVEL. YOU HEAR ME? I NEED MORE SPIDER-GWEN IN MY LIFE.

GIVE ME SPIDER-GWEN.

[mistressofnature-blog]

Tomorrow when I get up... I will fix up my Spider-Gwen page and open her up x3 hehehe Yay~!

[eadrik]

when your otp is in an intense argument and their faces get closer together but then they stop talking 

and they look at the others’ lips

[halfvampirehalflycan]

"What’s going on? Where am I?" The hybrid mumbled, slowly waking up. "What happened?

[mistressofnature-blog]

   A sweet scent was lingering in the air and the environment around him was covered in various foliage. A female's voice spoke from behind him but wasn't far from him, "You're in my hideout." She answered and after a moment of silence she spoke again, "I'm not sure. Found you unconscious and brought you here. Was hoping you'd fill me in on the 'what happened' part." She shrugged her shoulders.

   Ivy's skin was a pale peachy color not looking out of the normal considering she didn't know who he was, why reveal exactly whom she was. She was sitting on a soft patch of grass with her legs to her side and tucked under herself. She wore blue denim jeans and a white thank top with a red plaid long sleeve button-up shirt over it that was left unbuttoned; sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "How are you feeling?"

[mistressofnature-blog]

"Pammy, Pammy, Pammy!" Harley had made herself at home on the moss covering Pam's doormat, the blonde knocking a random beat on the door. "Pammmmyyyyyy! Can we have girls' nighttt?"

   Pamela flinched at the noise and after a few moments of the random beat pounding on her door she sighed getting up from her spot on her couch. She swung the door open and looked down at Harley. “Quit making such a ruckus.” She said with a small smirk on her face. Taking a step back she held the door open for her blonde friend.

   “Depends on what you have in mind… Now… Come in.” She said with a shake of her head. It was nice to have a visit from a friend, it didn’t happen often and she was glad to have the company.

[reblogkarma-blog]

My muse was drugged and kidnapped; your muse finds them a week later, tied up and overdosed, barely alive in the cellar of a mutual acquaintance. How does your muse react?

[xpinkgoddessx]

Send me a "( ø∑ø)" for our muses to wake up next to each other in the early morning after a One Night Stand together.

[ask-mister-snow-deactivated2017]

Your hands are scarred from murder,          and yet I                           t r u s t                                           them completely.

[mistressofnature-blog]

"Stop."

Send me “Stop!” for my muse’s reaction to yours interrupting mine while killing someone.

   A thick vine was wrapped tightly around the muscular neck of her victim as they struggled desperately to break free or even get a tiny gasp of air. Toes barely scraping the ground beneath them and grease clown makeup running down their face and smearing on the vine that held them in the air. Glowing emerald eyes were narrowed and pinned to his form as he struggled a dark grin pulling on the corners of her lips.

   ‘Stop.’ A simple word that caused Pamela to snap from the darker side of her mind, if only for a moment. Eyes shifting over to his, “Why?” She questioned with a slight bitter tone. She wasn’t sure why Joker’s henchmen had been crazy enough to attack her in the first place but she wasn’t just going to let him go. Joker was up to something. That or his henchmen were more insane than he possibly was.

   “Would you like a new… patient?” Ivy asked as the vine suddenly jerked and let go of the man, throwing him to the side like a broken toy. Head smacking on the brick wall beside them rendering him unconscious. Her arms crossing as she turned completely to Jonathan, “After all would be a shame to waste to just let him go.” She seemed a bit more calmer even her eyes were dimming slightly and returning to normal.

[thalia-the-ishvalan]

Send me "Stop!" for my muse's reaction to yours interrupting mine while killing someone.

Bonus points if you identify the person.

[askthejungleprincess-deactivate]

Please reblog this as silent permission for me to rp with you.

[allheroesforhire-blog]

[bookofspoilers]

[somekindofsexthing-archive-deac]

so i’ve noticed, with my time rping on tumblr, that there has been a lot of misconceptions and mishandling of people interacting with villains. (there is nothing wrong with people rping villains, it’s just the way that people interact with them). 

here are the things that i see.

people unrealistically unafraid of villains when they definitely should be. 

people thinking villains are “adorable” or “sweet” when they’re actually people who might rip your head off. 

people not understanding that they do have a life OUTSIDE of being who they are. 

people continuously making fun of their monikers or get up, without realizing that they are, indeed, dangerous. 

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[gothamsmoriarty]

۵

Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.

Eddie had been working on his computer, soldering new components in place when he felt her lips on him. He had to put down the soldering gun and the solder to keep from burning himself or melting a hole in the circuit board as his mind went blank. He shivered slightly when she reached his neck. “H—hey you,” he laughed.

[mistressofnature-blog]

   Ivy knew better than to bother someone with such equipment in their hands but she couldn't resist the urge she had as she sauntered her way over to him. Planting a soft kiss on his should, lingering there a moment before trailing kisses slowly to his neck. When she reached his neck she continued up giving a soft nibble here and there before stopping, a smile forming on her lips.

   "Mmm. Hello." She purred out playfully by his ear before wrapping her arms around him from behind. "I'm not bothering you am I?" She asked clearly knowing she had been.

[starofgotham]

mistressofnature

"So you’re Poison Ivy…"

[mistressofnature-blog]

        "I wonder what gave that away..."

[mistressofnature-blog]

"How'd you get this?"||maximumspxder

[conartifex]

Peter wanted her to have a normal life. He wanted her to have a chance to live a life outside of the personna that had been formed around her. A smile stretched onto his face and then he nodded his head. "I know you have the potential to be a great force for good. You can do it Ivy. I know that you can do it." Peter watched her with hope and a pride.

But that look changed the second that she fell to her knees, and the vines started to become prickly with thorns. His eyes went wide with fear, and Peter stepped down from his ledge. He made sure not to step on any of the vines that surrounded her. Peter also fell to his knees, though his was more of a gesture of solidarity than of panic.

His hands lifted and they gently came to rest on hers shoulders. He gives them a slight squeeze, and he spoke in a voice that exuded calm. "I know it’s hard Ivy. But you don’t have to give in. And you don’t have to let those urges control you. The only thing standing between you and being a good person is you, and you can stop it right now. All you have to do is want to. I believe in you."

Peter knew the danger of what he was doing, and if his Spider-Sense started to flare up, he’d be able to move out of the way hopefully. But he knew that he couldn’t give up on her. Not if she wanted to change what was going on in her life. it wouldn’t have been the right thing to do.

[mistressofnature-blog]

   Pamela's eyes didn't leave her hands as he moved to her but her ears were tuned into his words. Feeling his hand on her shoulder there was a slight flinch and a smooth vine snapped up quickly and wrapped around his wrist, but it wasn't threatening him, just a gentle squeeze. She was in there enough not to hurt him; herself however was a different story.

            I believe in you.

   These words struck Ivy enough as she finally looked away from her hands back up at him. It was nice to hear him say this and she didn't notices as tears began to build in her eyes threatening to fall. "You... don't understand." She finally forced herself to speak. "The moment...." She swallowed the lump in her throat and her hands were still shaking. She sniffled and took a deep breath to try desperately to compose herself, "The moment any activity from me is seen... h-here." She swallowed again her fingers pulling nervously at the vines that were digging more into her own flesh, "You will have a large Bat in your city." Ivy couldn't keep eye contact as her eyes shifted down to the ground and she chewed at her bottom lip.

   Ivy was afraid, terrified actually, of being captured and thrown back in Arkham, even the thought of Batman put her in a panic rather than enrage her nowadays. Though she wouldn't admit this fact, it wasn't hard to gather in her current state. "I-I can't... I... I won't go back there." She mumbled to herself picking at the vines more not realizing that her finger tips were bleeding now. If the vines weren't there she's be scratching at her arms making them bleed.

   A single tear rolled down her cheek and she continued chewing on her bottom lip, eyes glossy as if she weren't all 'in there'. The vine on his wrist had loosen and barely was wrapped around his wrist at this point, not feeling threatened by his presence even being this close to her.

[bigredandreadytorock]

Gotta Have Some Green on The Big Apple- Closed RP-

[bigredandreadytorock]

He cursed under his breath, hiding as much as he could from the female voice. Raphael saw the vines moving close to him, he backed his feet until his heels touched the breaking column.

With a deep breath and sais in hands, he dared to show up. His eyes narrowed as he made eye contact with the female, hands clenched against the handles of the sais, “Maybe.” he snarled, answering her question. The flowers and vines moved in a threatening pose, aiming directly at him.

"I wouldn’t do that if I was ya." he warned, making the sais glint against the faint light of the room. The terrapin, looked at the carcass of the Foot soldier, one ridge up, "Ya some nasty gal, aintcha?" he asked, "Seems ya own this place."

He wanted to know who this lady was.

Was she another one of Sach’s experiments?

"Don’t try anythin’ funny and this baby won’t go inside ya pretty little brain." he said, nodding to one of his sharp sais. The vines and flowers twitched, almost…offended by his words? Was that it?

Raphael looked around with caution, “So, what are ya exactly? I bet ya ain’t a friend.” he said, eyes narrowing once more “Friends are hard t’ find on this city.”

[mistressofnature-blog]

   Glowing emerald eyes stayed on his location even when he was in view, eyes not moving from his form. Eyes rolling slowly over his form, eyes locking on his weapons as the light caught it. A frown etching into her features but a curious glint in her glowing eyes. "I can be." She nearly spat out at his question, she could be quite the nasty person depending on the situation.

   Pheromones that were lingering in the air strengthened just slightly, a sweet alluring scent filing in. Her vines will stay on guard but wouldn't make a move unless he did, she wouldn't want more of them to be damaged. Her eyes narrowed at his words though, "Confident I see." She muttered, with a small roll of her eyes.

   A dry laugh escaped her, "Obviously you haven't been to Gotham." She said bitterly, this city was far more welcoming than Gotham City. She took a single confident step in his direction without fear, arms crossing over her chest. Her eyes once again pinned to his form as she look him over, "You seem far more friendlier than the walking reptile there." She commented, "Wouldn't happen to be related to a ten foot tall Crocodile would you?" She asked a little bit of bitterness to her tone. Honestly Killer Croc was someone she'd steer clear of if she could possibly help it. "He roams around underground as well.... However..." Her eyes moved to his face, "You're at least not hard to look at." Believe it or not that was a compliment.

   For a moment she wondered if her pheromones would bother him after all she wasn't trying to control him but she wasn't trying to keep them contained either. If anything she was trying to keep this situation calm and keep it from escalating.

   "What am I?" She mused as if thinking on it, "I'm a complicated woman." She answered after a few moments of silence.

[dravenisms-archive-deactivated2]

    Everything hurt. It felt as if every part of him was bleeding. He’d been stupid; naive. He’d thought it would be safe, that he’d have time for his powers to return. After all, it had been a young child he’d healed. How could he have walked away?     He should have anticipated the gang would come back to make sure she was completely dead. Thankfully, the girl had gotten away unscathed.     Eric, however, was a different story. At least three stab wounds, cuts and bruises all over his arms and face. He’d been able to get away (first time in forever he’d ran away from a fight) but now he was fading. His powers had returned, but it would be for naught if he couldn’t stop the bleeding.

    His vision blurred and he fell, a weak cry escaping his bloodied lips and echoing around the alleyway. He couldn’t find his voice, but he could see someone coming toward him.     Good Samaritan? Hopefully.

[mistressofnature-blog]

   Pamela hand been wandering the streets when a young girl had ran into her in quite terrified state. The woman had calmed the girl down enough to understand what was going on with a bit of coaxing; sending the young girl off to get to her home. Emerald eyes flashing bright for a split moment before heading off towards where the young girl had said there was trouble.

   Pamela was displeased tos ay the least, she knew this place was as bad as Gotham if not worse but children should still be off limits. She was glad someone had helped the unnamed child escape, had saved them but she had left her savoir behind and it sounded like he would be in quite the predicament.

   After a few issues had been dealt with she was following the small whispering she heard from the moss around the area. Leading her a particular direction, red catching her eye on the ground she turned towards the blood trail. It was a good guess it would lead her to her destination.

   Hearing a cry from the alley beside her she turned her head in the direction seeing a form on the ground. Seems she found the child's savior and he didn't look in good condition, and that was putting it lightly. Glancing down at the bit of moss on the corner of the alley way she nodded her head before heading inside the alleyway.

   Pamela's skin was pale and peachy, looking normal and her emerald eyes were normal for the time being. She looked like any normal person after all, wearing dark blue jeans and a black tank top under an unbutton red plaid shirt.

   "You look like you need some help." She commented her tone calm and caring as she moved towards him. She had spoke in hope of not startling him and as she grew closer to him she ran her eyes over him taking in the damage, boy did they do a number on him. She knelt down next to him, her pheromones lingering in the air giving it a sweet scent, a calming one.

   Clicking her tongue on the back of her teeth, she was in thought as she looked him over, "I'm here to help you." She assured with a small smile, her eyes turning to the vacant building they were besides. "That will do." She muttered under her breath. "I'm going to help you up. Alright? Just lean on me." She spoke turning her attention back to him as she moved closer. "We need to get inside before more... problems arise." The last thing they needed was for him to be found, at least inside they would have a better chance of hiding away while she helped fix him up.

   Pamela didn't wait for an answer as she moved to help sit him up so she could wrap her arm behind him and help him to his feet. There was a rusted blue door not even two yards away from their current location. She had quite some strength to her so if push came to shove she would have no problems picking him up, honestly she was thinking of his pride he might have... she didn't know many if any men that would enjoy the thought of a woman carrying them around.