#ecopoison

[razorfst]

@ecopoison cont from here:

He strained against the vines that held his arms, not usually the one being held back or in charge. This wasn't how things usually went and the glare proved that, his patience running incredibly thin. She knew what she was doing, teasing him and testing him. His head lifted slightly, looking at at her as his body reacted to the feel of her nail down his chest. "Both." He answers simply, wanting to move his hips up but finding she had him firmly in place. "If you want to find out, then don't keep me waiting anymore." He tugged at the vines again. "And let me go."

[fightwing]

— share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you!

im day 490 on my duoling.o streak and very proud

i used to work at universal studios as one of those carnival games people 💀 during hhn too, and i HATEEEE scary stuff

i bought my first nightw.ing merch like last week, and it's a lil keychain with a teeny tiny nwing logo on it. i do however, buy a ridiculous amount of batm.an merch for my dad but he's exclusively a movies/arkh.am knight fan so he consistently asks 'who is night/wing?' (pain)

[clawsextended]

“nothing but you, if we’re just bein’ real.” selina forgets to breathe when @ecopoison kisses her, crimson on crimson painted with nothing but a familiar lip stain that will smear her mouth and leave her breathless. long eyelashes flutter shut, a laborious blink that draws out almost exhaustively. she feels maddened in the best way. it makes her clutch nails into autumnal hair, hold on with a silent desperation. “i get the whole obsessive thing. I get why you make people stupid.” it takes everything in her not to capture another kiss. she fails and chooses to do so anyway.

[coesmos]

being  wounded  while  he’s  got  a  job  to  do  is  a  huge  nuisance  .    never  has  he  felt  forced  to  work  while  he’s  hurt  ,    and  he’s  never  once  been  told  to  ,    but  he  still  wants  to  .    it  just  isn’t  in  his  nature  to  like  being  on  bedrest  ,    or  even  to  keep  himself  stuck  to  one  place  at  a  time  .    it’s  been  a  universal  week  since  his  run-in  with  the  shaw  gang  .    he  hadn’t  even  known  they  were  still  around  in  such  large  numbers  ,    but  ,    to  his  misfortune  and  greatest  surprise  ,    he’d  found  out  that  they  were  ,    in  fact  ,    still  around  .    and  the  newer  ,    more  impulsive  members  didn’t  care  much  for  asking  names  before  taking  shots  .    he’d  gotten  out  of  there  and  managed  to  haul  himself  and  cora  back  to  new  atlantis  and  all  the  way  to  reliant  medical        not  without  a  few  stumbles  here  and  there        to  get  patched  up  .

he’s  only  got  a  large  tear  wound  from  the  pit  of  his  arm  nearly  down  to  his  waist        not  in  bad  enough  shape  that  he’s  not  able  to  do  anything  ,    but  it’s  enough  that  they’ve  been  telling  him  to  keep  down  and  stop  moving  so  much  so  that  he  doesn’t  hurt  himself  .    by  now  ,    he’s  recovered  enough  to  help  with  jumps  and  ship  systems  ,    as  long  as  he  uses  his  good        and  non-dominant  ,    mind        hand  and  arm  to  do  things  .    it’s  a  real  bother  at  times  .

right  now  ,    frustrated  after  one  of  the  systems  kept  leaping  to  a  different  screen  ,    he’s  got  the  arm  of  his  spacesuit  in  one  hand  ,    standing  and  staring  pamela  down  ,    a  furrow  in  his  brow  .        ❝        can’t  stand  this  anymore  .    wherever  you  land  next  ,    i’m  goin’  out  there  with  you  .        ❞

@ecopoison  .    “  your  stitches  will  tear  and  you'll  bleed  ,    but  you'll  have  full  function  .  ”

very  moment  after  she  says  it  ,    sam  winces  from  a  quick  twinge  in  his  side  .    he’s  never  been  great  at  hiding  his  pain  .        ❝        yeah  well  ,    all  systems’re  green  .    they  don’t  need  me  to  look  after  them  right  now  .        ❞

*   .゜ JOHN  WICK  FRANCHISE  PROMPTS  .

[arkhampsych]

“📂“ x 3

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖’𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄.

While he has the money to replace clothing that has been torn or ruined during fights or escaping a crime, Crane prefers to keep items of his wardrobe that have been destroyed. Instead of throwing away old suits and shoes he repairs them, following a similar pattern to that of his mask featuring obvious stitching. This apparel sits in his wardrobe, forgotten, until he adds another piece to the ensemble. It’s exceptionally rare, but Scarecrow has been known to make an appearance wearing an outfit composed of an entirely stitched suit, matching pants, a distressed sweater, and stained button up.

𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐄.

Crane does not like keeping members and kingpins of organized crime as company. In fact, he has a deep resentment towards the likes of Falcone and other powerful figures in the criminal underworld. Their tendency to use status, physical power, and violence to intimidate and coerce others under their will reminds him of bullies and abusers of his past. He takes a special pleasure hearing rumors or witnessing their organizations encounter misfortune — even if he’s currently involved in their schemes.

𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘.

Doctor Pamela Isley’s work is impressive. She’s incredibly intelligent, and Crane views her as one of few individuals competent enough to be trusted with his research. However, he’s wary of her alignment towards nature, her aloofness, and without much justification, perceives her as vain and sensitive — though these later two opinions stem from the fact that he finds her attractive and is fixating on a flaw to dissuade his interest.

He’s not at all intimidated by her powers, as he trust they won’t be turned against him unless provoked. He has a passive interest in her own research, though apathetic towards her efforts put towards the longevity of nature and the extermination of humanity. Most of his views towards Poison Ivy are met with ambivalence. He doesn’t feel particularly dismissive of her objective, but he’s also not interested in her moral standing. Instead he maintains a safe distance, and observes her actions through media or by word of mouth.

[righteousruin]

🔪🔪.

send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone

On nights like these, it was difficult not to reach for his venom supply.

Bane was a mass of muscle and spite; His body bordered on metahuman from the effects of his past venom use, and the experiments done to prepare him for it. But, even so, he was a mortal man. And even with the crumpled heaps of Santa Priscan mercenaries at his feet, he was still punctured, and unable to identify what portion of the blood on his body belonged to whom. It made Scandal Savage's voice echo in his head, begging him to rely on the drug that made more of him. It made him crave being a monster. It felt more efficient. But only on nights like these.

The rest of the time, it was the chain wrapped around his neck, and the anchor that would pull him, helpless, below the tide. A voice came from the radio that had come loose from one man's belt.

He crushed it under his boot.

"More will come." He said, without facing her. "We teach them until they learn."

[shelassos]

i didn’t mean to hurt you.

It is not easy to do so.

The Amazon does not break so easily. Yet, her wrist is shattered from Ivy's prowess, green vines that had tugged and tugged until her bones could no longer withstand such pressure. A scream had coiled in Diana's throat at the invasion, but she had swallowed it down; she's known pain that makes this feel like child's play.

Nature's mistress is never to be underestimated, however. Even as she bleeds and breaks, Diana does not fault Ivy for her conviction. Of all Gotham's rogues, she believes in Ivy's abilities to overpower her the most. She holds her unbroken hand up in peace, if not surrender.

❛--- You were just protecting that which you love. ❜

[sonicanary]

continued from x.   @ecopoison​​​

        Oh crap ! Damn it ! Her presence only known for a few seconds, when the Black Canary stepped in the weak light of the man’s desk. Her blue eyes drifted from the dead body to Ivy back and forth a few times. There’s a brief silence between the Siren and the Bird. Eyes drowned into one another’s, trying the best to read each other. In vain. There’s a miscommunication completely delayed by the lack of trust. 

Confessions and explanations were quickly given, even when Canary hadn’t asked for them. She let the plant whisperer talk nonetheless. “You didn’t kill him.” Dinah said afterwards, walking past Pamela slowly while making her way to the man having his face planted in the wooden desk. Two fingers on the jugular, enough to check life had run away from the body. 

The blonde waited for a reaction from the ginger siren, then added, “He knew you would come, or that we would show up.” We, as in Oracle and Dinah and the Birds. “He took the easy way out, not wanting to face his own mistakes.” Her gloved hands curled around a tiny flask, a putrid smell emanated from it, and some drops of that same purple liquid dripping from the CEO’s lips. “Not sure it’s going to make you feel better, and I don’t know what you planned to do tonight, but it’s not on you this time.”