P O I S O N

*.:｡ ✧ i prick you with THORNS and you respond with lead. isn't that the very heart of the problem?

[pcisons-blog]

she doesn’t know if, after all this time, she likes this play pretend. the daily grind, routine and play acting. everyday her feet take the same steps to her car, to work, to home. she doesn’t like human affairs too much so maybe this is alright, maybe this is nice. what’s really nice is her plants, is the quiet serenity of her lab with its sign permitting no one entrance should they be below a certain level of clearance.

                                                                                    her work, afterall, was FRAGILE.

she eyed the cup between her fingers as she exited the shop, styrofoam gripped tight between manicured nails. she was a vain creature and despite her work, never seemed to dirty her immaculate nail beds. she walked without care, a copy of the daily planet in her free hand and her eyes scanning mundane words, predicting every next sentence. it grew tiresome, this world.

and then hot. she hissed, cussed, wiped furiously at her coffee soaked chest and looked up at her attacker ‘ do you have eyes? ’ she snapped, her antisocial tendencies combined with the hot coffee burning her chest leaving the woman crabbier than usual. 

[pcisons-blog]

─ ━ ♛ headcanons.

( here’s the headcanons i used in my app  ! )

Pamela grew up with distant but brilliant parents. Her father worked as a detective and her mother a doctor. Both well respected and considered experts in their fields, were not drafted into the war.

During the war, Pamela underwent a great deal of stress, anger and anxiety due to the catastrophic effect it had on the environment and the world’s resources. Not having much care for her fellow man, Pamela was really only upset by the destruction brought to nature.

Pamela moved on to Metropolis in order to work extensively to aid in replenishing the planet of its natural resources. After having excelled in the sciences, she was chosen to work as a botanist for the Ministry of Plenty, and to this day works only toward nourishing the environment with little care in regards to human life.

Often thinks of herself, not as a human, but as a plant in herself. She feels detached from those around her and has very few friends, instead opting to lose herself in her work and relate only to the plants she tends to.

Pamela is a rather maternal woman despite her misanthropy and could one day see herself mothering a child, though would rather not have to do so with another partner.

Feels a certain disdain for most men, considering them sneaky and untrustworthy having had only negative experiences with them all throughout her life.

Pamala remembers her past life.

[aegontargaryen]

So many people to kill… so little time

[harlquinzels]

Batman: Harley and Ivy Vol. 2