07/17/2023 06:24 PM  MMM - Isabelle Lightwood - SH Nightmoves She was ready for nights like this. She was all glamoured up and ready to go. She finished the last rune with her stele and looked at herself in the mirror. Long hair the color of the night cascaded down her bare shoulders bringing out the color of her chocolate hues. She was getting ready to go out with her brothers Alec and Jace for a mission that required them all to be on their best behavior. Isabelle Lightwood knew this was going to be a night to remember. Her optics darted over to where her favorite blond wig was sitting. She was born a Lightwood and raised on the stories of all the Shadowhunters before them. It was in her blood to be who she was. It was her blood that defined her. The name Lightwood carried a lot of weight in Idris. Too much She whispered to herself as she found herself staring a little too long at the wig. Those luscious inky locks were soon pinned up under a platinum blonde wig. Izzy fastened her serpentine bracelet on her right arm. It was a charm for her to keep her whip handy. She even reached for it from her arm. It unfurled with a bit of magic allowing her to give it a crack just to make sure all was in working order. Once she was satisfied, she slid it back on her arm as a serpentine bracelet once more. She knew it was chilly out there, so she had the perfect jacket to go with all her ensemble to make it all work brilliantly. She reached her closet, opening it slowly. Sliding it off the hangar, it was soon around her shoulders. She turned to head out of her room to meet up with her brothers. The sound of her stiletto boots hit the floor in a solid rhythmic pattern. She was ready to get out there. There were demons that were going to die tonight at Club Pandemonium. It was suspected that demons violated the Accords and began to kill innocent humans or mundanes as they were known in the Shadow world. She had something to prove. She was a very skilled Shadowhunter but she had a reputation that was tainted by other aspects of her life. It wasn't easy to be who she was, but she did it. She also did it with class. Jace was ready and armed with his blades when he met up with her. Alec brought up the rear with his bow and a quiver full of arrows. When these three went on a mission, it usually was something pretty serious. Downworlders knew them all extremely well and mostly by reputation whether it was good or bad. In the end they got results. Now they were out once more. With the runes that the three of them had, no one could see them unless they had the sight. Most mundanes with the sight knew about the Shadowhunters and gave them a clear path when it was obvious that they were on a hunt. On this particular night, everything was busy as they expected it to be. It was the weekend and most mundanes hit the clubs without fail. This led to the demons who wanted to prey on humans like cattle having a virtual smorgasbord on the weekends. Izzy was ready for a fight. Her blood red lips were turned upward and parted in a smile. The fingers of her right hand were slightly twitching ready for a fight. She and her brothers were itching to go. Tonight was definitely going to be a night they would remember for a long time.   0 Comments

07/10/2023 06:54 AM  Hiding in Plain Sight Hiding in Plain Sight.   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 It wasn't like she'd not been locked up before. The staff at Arkham Asylum had a file on her that was nearly as thick as the Joker's. Poison Ivy was dangerous. She has no scruples when it comes to Staff Members. She has incited multiple riots during the recreational period and should never be left alone. Somehow she had the distinct impression that she would soon wish she was in Arkham. Their captor was an arrogant bitch that acted like he was the conquering hero. Ivy had no use for the bastard. She wanted desperately to summon a monstrous Venus FlyTrap to swallow him in one bite. She knew she couldn't make any sort of movement or she was dead as well as her unborn children. Her husband wasn't exactly in the best shape either. She couldn't do anything until he was healed. This little parade as they entered this prison was a show of his superiority. They did the same thing at Arkham when a Gotham Rogue especially was brought into the block once more. Pamela knew she had an outstanding judgment against her for her murderous ways. It was why she spent most of her time on the island with Tsung. GCPD, Interpol, and SHIELD had no authority on Tsung's Island. It was their Sanctuary. However, her Achilles heel was her babies that still were in the old arboretum that couldn't be moved. Their captor knew this. "The Bastard!" Ivy thought to herself. She knew Finn Hawkins and Jean Gray from previous encounters. There was a healthy rivalry between Hawkins and her husband. By the looks of them as she and Tsung were moved along, they both had received equal treatment by this man who was far more made than any Gotham Rogue. With Hawkins and Jean Grey both as captives as well, Ivy started contemplating a temporary truce between Tsung and her with the two mutants. He had some allies obviously. It was time for the captive to consider combining forces. That was going to be a Herculean task, but there was no other option. Their Captor certainly loved to hear the sound of his own voice. Ivy merely rolled her eyes and made no sudden movements. Deep within him was a fellow ginger that Ivy wanted bitch slap with an exploding tree. She did her best to maintain her temper. It was a difficult task considering where they were. Tsung was being carried because he couldn't walk due to his injuries. She tuned out Kasady's misogynist behavior, not even dignifying it with a word of acknowledgment. What worried her was Tsung's condition. She made eye contact with him even as she was being fitted with one of those collars like she often wore at Arkham. “You touch it? It will inject you. If you go within ten feet of plant life? It injects you. Do you understand? Good.” She knew what they did to her and how they harmed her especially when she was away from sunlight. Pamela's body chemistry wasn't human. She was more like a plant than a human. There was no need to worry about that now.   The door was shut behind them leaving them with new devices on their legs and his legs beginning to heal. Pamela focused on her husband. Tsung's eyes were pleading with her. She didn't have to be telepathic to know what he wanted of her. Her brow furrowed. He couldn’t speak because of his jaw and the damage done to it. He extended his hands to her. She reached for one of those hands that had treated her so gently and felt her heart shatter. "Alright." She spoke softly. She started to move each of his fingers back into normal positions. One by one she moved each digit back to a modicum of normalcy. She could feel the temperature in his hands as the swollen tissue and inflamed joints were obviously damaged. "I'm so sorry." She whispered to him. Ivy leaned in to kiss her husband's forehead lovingly. At the moment she was okay. She was just super quiet. She was the same way when she was locked up in Arkham. The Arkham staff was never prepared for her reactions because she never handled her stays there the same way. She was obviously compliant at the moment, but when the chance was open for her and her husband to escape, she would kill anyone who stood in their way without hesitation. For now, all she could do was wait. She sat by her husband's side. She would never leave without him. Soon the overpowering smell of flesh filled the hall reminded her of feeding time with the Venus FlyTraps. The yearning for the outside was growing stronger. She couldn't risk anything, at least not yet.   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

07/08/2023 07:17 PM  Hellfire Club Gala Hellfire Club Gala   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 All around her were signs of life. The vibrance of the life around her made her thrive. The world knew her as Poison Ivy. Here, she was simply known as Mother. Ivy had married Shang Tsung not all that long ago. She'd met the Sorcerer during one of her escapes from Arkham. His presence in her life had turned everything around. She never imagined that she could actually be happy yet here she was. She'd learned about the scarlet thread a long time ago that bound you to your soul mate. She had assumed that Harley had been on the other end of that thread. Now she knew it was Tsung.   She rounded the corner in her greenhouse to see her plant hybrid son Jiang Huang holding something. "What is this?" Ivy asked, reaching for the envelope. She opened the envelope and read the invitation inside. It was intriguing. After she'd assisted with the theft of flowers from Krakoa, someone wanted her to go there again? For all intents and purposes, she felt this was a trap. Ivy folded up the invitation and slid it back into the envelope again. "Thank you my Sweet Boy!" She reassured her and Tsung's son that he had done the right thing by giving it to her. She left the greenhouse in search of her husband. The invitation remained in her hands as she walked. Someone wanted her there, but who? She stopped again to pull out the invitation. Perhaps it had been her years of interaction with Batman that made her this inquisitive or maybe it was the heart of a scientist that still beat within her chest that kept her always searching for answers. She relented. "Okay, I'll go." She wasn't going to go alone. If she was invited, surely Tsung was too. She extended her arms and with an act of mental communication with the green, vines began to move all over her body. The hugged her gently yet firmly in a way that provided her with a gown that looked elegant but also protected her womb and the miracle babies inside of her. The vines had pulled so tightly together that they actually resembled cloth. The gown formed a full length sleeveless bodice that actually extended mid calf and then flared out until it reached the ground. There were smaller vines that encircled her right deltoid muscle as a decoration and bracelets of a sort around her wrists. She could tell that smaller blossoms filled her beautiful red curls. She always wore the amulet around her neck Tsung had given her so she could summon portals for her own escape to the island. Poison Ivy was ready. That was when she heard it. “I can sense your desires. Your needs. What if I told you that your wildest dreams could come true? Anything that you desire within your heart? Could be yours. Name whatever you want and I can make it happen for a small price. Let me sit within your soul and take me to Krakoa. That is all you need to do. Take me to the island and anything you want is yours.” "Anything?" Ivy's mind began to race. She thought immediately of Woodrue. Her life had been forever altered by what one man did to her. The sheer terror of that abduction and experimentation had turned Pamela Isley into Poison Ivy. It would be so easy to just wish Woodrue out of existence, but what then? What would Pamela have become? She shook her head. "No. I have all I want. I refuse your offer." She realized what she'd said right after she said it. Making a decision to eliminate Jason Woodrue should have been so easy. Ivy couldn't do it. Even still living with PTSD and various other mental issues, she had clarity of thought and a love strong enough for Shang Tsung that she didn't want to change anything about how she got to this point. Ivy could have wished to be Empress, but she already had faith enough in the promise that her husband would make that come true for her. She didn't want her life changed in any way. Once her decision was made, a portal opened in front of her. Ivy studied it for a moment. She hadn't gotten too far from her greenhouse when this happened. Jiang Huang saw his mother step through this portal and disappear. ♡♡♡♡ Ivy's sight was restored after she cleared the portal. The swirling colors had momentarily blinded her but now everything was right again. She refocused her gaze seeing Morgana there. Ivy swept her gaze through the rest of the room. Some there were known to her and some were not. She stepped to the side to await the arrival of her husband. Her instincts told her that he would be there soon.   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

06/26/2023 08:21 PM  MMM- Johnny Lawrence [Cobra Kai] Rock Bottom Why did it always have to happen this way? Johnny Lawrence was sitting on a barstool in yet another dive staring at the glass in his hands. Remnants of the last drink still lingered inside the glass being diluted with the melting ice. He and Larusso lost to Cobra Kai. Being a sensei was everything to him. Now because of a bet he lost what gave his life meaning. A woman's voice tried to pry him away from his glass. "Sir, don't you think you've had enough?" Johnny had three days growth on his chin and bags under his eyes. For 35 years his life was a huge piece of crap. For the past year, he had pulled himself out of the gutter no thanks to Sid, his a**hole stepfather. Miguel was like a son to him. Even Miguel left him right at the most critical moment in the tournament. Robbie hated him and fought for Cobra Kai. His life was a failure. Why did he even bother? Kreese and Silver won. That was that. This time the voice that tried to rouse him from that corner of the bar was a man. "Come on buddy! Pay your tab and get out." Johnny lifted his chin to stare at the man through bloodshot eyes. "Really? You're kicking me out?" Johnny tried to get up from the stool in a dramatic fashion but stumbled backwards. He tried reaching into his pocket for his wallet but ended up dropping it on the floor. He tried to bend down for his wallet that lay there but bumped his head on the counter. He erupted with a string of expletives that only exacerbated the situation. Finally pulled up to a semi straight position only to see a police officer standing there. "Well lookie here! Brought the fuzz in huh?" He fumbled around in his pocket and laid a couple of bills on the counter. "I was just leaving this sh*t hole anyway. " Johnny shoved his wallet in his pocket before stumbling out the door and back onto the sidewalk. It was dark outside again but it didn't matter to Johnny. He stumbled forward muttering to himself about all the sad state of affairs his life was in until he fell down again this time next to a bus stop. There was a poster on the bus stop for the NEW Cobra Kai. "AW COME ON!! REALLY?" He thought for a moment before he unzipped his jeans and started to relieve himself on the bus stop advertisement for Cobra Kai. There was a resounding chorus of boos and other jeers as Johnny kept on with his "protest" against Cobra Kai. Once he finished, he adjusted himself again pulling the zipper back up. He felt someone tap his shoulder. "Just a minute, pal." He muttered before turning around to face the same cop that was in the bar. "Aw sh*t!" "That's it buddy. You're going to jail." He started to reach for Johnny to arrest him. This was an embarrassing moment for the city every time a drunk decided to relieve themselves in public like this. It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it. Johnny saw the man reaching for him. He proceeded to block the man's arm using the wax on move that LaRusso taught him. "Ha! It worked!" Johnny cackled amazed that he could think clearly enough to use the move. The officer reached for him again and Johnny blocked it again using the same move. "So maybe LaRusso was good for something after all." He was actually laughing. The police officer was frustrated by Johnny's attempts to stop him. He started to get more forceful in his actions by moving toward Johnny. He pulled out a baton and displayed it in his hands. Johnny had clarity of thought long enough to execute a roundhouse kick that knocked the baton out of the officer's hand. Once he'd successfully done that, the officer got on his radio and called for backup. Johnny didn't want to wait around to see what would happen next. He took off running. Johnny was bumping into people as he ran because he was still drunk. He lost sight of the cop because of how many times he got turned around. He didn't anticipate running right into five cops ready to stop him all at once. Caught by superior numbers, Johnny Lawrence had the cuffs slapped on him and was thrown into the back of a police car. He had been in the drunk tank before, but this time he knew he was scraping the bottom of the barrel. His bruised forehead rested against the glass of the cop car as they drove to the station. He'd hit rock bottom again. Maybe it was just time to give up after all. To be Continued   0 Comments

06/20/2023 03:58 PM  AU Bio AU Ivy   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 Pamela Isley was born to Herb and Amanda [Browning] Isley in Gotham City, NJ. Herb was a contractor who built much of the homes and buildings in Gotham in the 1980s. Amanda was a science teacher at Gotham High School. She was an only child. Her mother did miscarry a child when Pamela was 3 years old however. When Pamela was 15 years old, her mother was murdered. Evidence came to light that for years, Herb Isley was a drunk who went into violent rages. Both Amanda and Pamela would show up at school with bruises claiming that they fell in some awkward position or another. Those bruises were caused by Herb in his drunken rages. After an extended investigation by the GCPD, it was discovered that Herb was responsible for the death of his wife. It was from one of his beatings that Amanda miscarried all those years ago. Herb was sentenced to life in prison. Pamela was made a ward of the state temporarily until her uncle Robert Browning and his wife Julia could come and assume custody of Pamela. They lived in Seattle, WA. Since Amanda Isley had actually been best friends with Martha Wayne up until she died, the guardian of Martha's son Bruce; Alfred Pennyworth was granted rights as a foster father to Pamela until her uncle could claim her and assume custody. Dr and Mrs Browning were moving from Seattle to Gotham City. It was while Pamela was temporarily staying at Wayne Manor that she opened up to her foster brother Bruce that she was actually a metahuman with the power of Chlorokinesis. Bruce encouraged her to follow up on her natural abilities to become a botanist. She told him she'd kept the secret because her father abused her for being a freak. Her uncle and aunt accomplished their move across the country and Pamela moved in with them. She eventually did pursue a degree in Botany. Pamela Isley became a notable botanist as she grew older, never losing touch with her foster brother Bruce. He eventually introduced her to Dr. Reed Richards of the Future Foundation. She was invited to move to New York to accept a position as his lab assistant. She accepted. Shang Tsung, a Detective for the NYPD consulted her for some advice on a case he was working on that involved plant growth with decaying bodies. The two actually hit it off well and began dating. They were married 6 months later. Pamela was pregnant within two years and gave birth to twins: Shang Juhua and Shang Lian. Before they were married they both revealed to one another the secrets they harbored. Pamela's secret was about being a metahuman and Tsung's was that he was actually an immortal Sorcerer who fought in martial arts tournaments to protect Earthrealm in something called Mortal Kombat. They had no secrets between them, only a bond of love and friendship on top of that. Tsung was even promoted to Chief with his wife and children at his side. The girls have metahuman gifts of their own. They are enrolled at the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters at the age of six. Dr. Pamela Shang still works for the Future Foundation.   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

06/18/2023 10:03 PM  New World New World   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 Lush green sprawl filled the abandoned arboretum just outside Gotham City was the outstanding protector of the known ecoterrorist and Gotham Rogue known as Poison Ivy. Dr Pamela Isley had been an outstanding young botanist in the employ of Wayne Enterprises when the unthinkable happened. A male colleague, Dr. Jason Woodrue subjected her to a series of experiments that turned her into what she was today. Poison Ivy went forward as a Chlorokinetic with a bond to all things green. She could feel what they felt. She hurt when they hurt. Swamp Thing once called her Mother Nature. It was a title she held most dear. She was bound and determined to turn the Earth back into the Garden like it was described in the book of Genesis. That meant that polluters and those who pillaged the Earth for her bountiful glory had to be stopped. She felt that was her duty now above all things. She had a lab in the inner sanctum of the arboretum that served as a nursery for the new hybrids of plants she grew. No one knew as much about poisons as she did. She bred specific plants for their exceptionally powerful chemicals that she could manufacture in a way that didn't harm the plant at the end of this process. It was well known that she had an immunity to poisons and couldn't be harmed with them. It was here in her nursery where she was working today. There were several layers of plants in different stages of development. Ivy had a method to her madness which made everything clear. It was all part of the bottom line. Earth was going to be green again. While she had no qualms killing adults, when it came to children, she didn't dare. It was the children who believed in the salvation of the Earth. With them, the Earth would be in safe hands. The adults were the ones ruining the planet. Their children would be there alongside Ivy to pick up the pieces again. Ivy was walking along the rows of the plants with a smile on her face. They were all growing well and communicating back to her how good they felt. It all made Ivy so happy because they were healthy and thriving. She followed the next row up to the door of her nursery. Along the outside door, other plants had grown to prevent this door from opening in the event of intruders. When the vines were slashed by a blade, it injured the plants. They cried out in agony. The agonizing pleas of her plants caused Ivy to misstep inside the nursery. The intense pain from her green made her entire body wracked with the same pain. "Find the fool who did this and bring him here!" She called out to her babies. Under the door that was now partially ajar, a strong vine started to creep along the ground. It was heading directly for Loki, the mischief God himself. The vine would attempt to wrap around his ankle to bring him deeper inside the nursery. If the first vine failed, two more would take its place. The vines were not permitted to harm Loki. They were to bring him to where Ivy was waiting in her nursery.   If the vines were successful, they would drag Loki to where Ivy was waiting and hold him by his ankle. He would in a sense be dangling in front of Ivy as she waited for answers. If they were not successful, the door was now open either way so that Loki could see Mother Nature face to face to find out what he was doing there. A rather large Venus FlyTrap would support Ivy like a throne lifting her up in the air. Whether he was hanging by his ankle or standing on his own, Ivy was not pleased. "Who are you and what in Gaia's name are you doing to my babies?"   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

06/18/2023 06:04 PM  Project Savior - end post Project Savior   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 This was stuff out of Ivy's nightmares. She was pinned to the ground with a needle full of a plant killer to her carotid artery. She didn't dare move. She remained frozen. The green remained at bay because she mentally commanded them to stand still. When the Super Skrull showed up, Ivy's heart leapt into her throat. She swallowed harder still remaining unmoving as the needle pressed harder against her skin. When the monster went to work hurting her husband, she started to scream in terror. Her heart was being shattered as Tsung's injuries were inflicted. She glared through eyes of terror and anger at the Super Skrull. She was prepared for him to do something equally hideous to her. The boop on her nose relieved her but still was intimidating her into compliance. She knew the Sentinels were moving to take the flowers from the Island. She sent a message to her children there. She carried solitary leaves from them on her body at all times so she could remain in contact with them. Let them take the flowers. Don't try to stop them The last thing she wanted was for her children to be harmed. On the Island at this same time, the children of Ivy and Shang would offer no resistance to the Sentinels as they took back the Krakoan flowers. They did as Mother commanded. Ivy knew that if she moved, she was dead. She stayed still as she was picked up from her prone position and carried off to some unknown prison. She hoped that she'd be able to one day see Gotham and Shang's Island again. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Epilogue After the scene was cleared, another woman appeared. Her long crimson curls were pulled up behind her head in a solo ponytail. She wore a green blouse and slacks under a lab coat. She looked exactly like the woman who was carried away. The greenhouse looked absolutely unmolested. She stopped her forward progression. The cries of the green reached out to her telepathically. The Pamela Shang of this world had already been taken by the Maker. She was too late. "DAMMIT!" She swore silently. She didn't have long before he could trace her ion trail here from the time machine she stole from him to hop through the multiverse. She sent a message back to the green here assuring them that their Pamela would come back to them sooner rather than later. At least she hoped she was right… Pamela immediately raced back to the time machine. She knew just how evil he was, so she had to keep moving. Maybe she could find his captives and set them free? No… she couldn't do that alone. It was time to look for help.   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

06/18/2023 12:34 AM  Change of Fate [Earth 1610] Change of Fate   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 The Future Foundation was devoted to making the world a better place. For Dr. Pamela Shang the idea of a better place was one she highly favored. She was happily married to Chief Shang Tsung of the NYPD. Together they had 6 year old twin girls. Those two girls were enough for her to want to make the world a better place. She was given the opportunity to do it as a gifted botanist and one of the most intelligent women on the planet. Her official position was Chief Botanist and Head of Earth Sciences at the Future Foundation. Most everyone knew her and they knew she was Dr. Reed Richards' lab assistant. She had a brilliant mind but his was absolutely astronomical. He was so far above everyone's way of thinking Pamela was the only one who could even remotely understand him. Even then, his mind went places that defied understanding. Pamela admired him and respected him. Besides her husband being Chief of Police and a 1000 year old Sorcerer, Pamela had a secret of her own. Pamela was a metahuman. She was born with Chlorokinesis which made Botany a natural career choice for her. She could hear the green talking to her. She could also feel the emotions each plant experienced. She could improve the lives of plants which cut down on greenhouse gasses making the climate change actually begin to reverse itself. It was her life's work. Her world would be around for her daughters to enjoy. Along with her husband fighting the Outworld Forces and standing for Earthrealm, the future looked rather brilliant for the Shang Family. She was in her lab on this particular day with her young lab assistant Ryan Carter who was also gifted with the same abilities she had with the same devotion to nature. There was a chemical compound that they were working on that could separate the roots from a tree safely so it could be replanted in another area. She loved watching Ryan at work with her in the lab. He was actually her nephew. When she was a young teenager, her mother was murdered and she was sent to a foster family. Her foster father was Alfred Pennyworth and her foster brother was Bruce Wayne. Bruce adopted Ryan and introduced him to Pamela. It was actually Bruce who introduced her to Reed Richards also. The branches of this tree were quite vibrant and flourishing. She and Ryan were close to finishing this formula. Ryan was looking through the microscope when Pamela's mobile sounded. There was an important message from her husband. "Ryan, we need to turn on the news." She told her nephew. She brought up the live feed from the Police Department. She and Ryan both watched as Tsung appeared before the cameras to give the briefing of a murdered child. When Pamela heard the name, she closed her eyes. "Dear God." She whispered. Her husband had been putting in long hours looking for this little girl. Now the family of Sarah Anderson was going to have the most dogged Detective of the NYPD looking for whomever killed their child. He'd been putting in long hours for the case. Pamela knew it was about to get longer. She decided to send him a message via mobile. Find this bastard and make him pay. I love you and I miss you. So do the girls. We'll save you some dinner tonight. She sent the message signing it with her green heart emoticon and a hibiscus flower at the end like she always did. The press conference was over, so she went to cut the newsfeed. When she went back to the feed, she hit a keystroke that she wasn't supposed to hit. It turned on a security camera in Dr. Richards lab. She narrowed her eyes. What was he doing? The schematic looked like something out of a science fiction movie. It was something called Project: Sentinel. She hit the keystrokes again to cut the feed so Ryan didn't see it. This was something very unsettling to her, but she didn't want her nephew to see it. "Are you alright, Aunt Pam?" Ryan asked. Her face was as white as a sheet. "What? I'm fine. You can go ahead and call it a day. I'm sure your Dad will have my hide if I work you too hard!" She chuckled nervously. "I have to go pick up the girls from school. Say hi to your Dad for me!" Pamela was trying to hide her concern over what she saw. She started taking off her lab coat and reaching for her keys. She needed to make sure that her girls were safe. ♡♡♡♡♡     Pamela soon arrived at the private school their daughters attended. Her daughter Lian had shown signs of Chlorokinesis and Juhua had a proclivity for magic. This school was for gifted youngsters and it was out in Westchester County. The teacher was a pretty young thing with pink hair that looked like a fairy. She was working with Juhua when Pamela got there. "Mama!" Both girls exclaimed as they ran to their mother from different sides of the room. Pamela happily scooped up her girls. "Were you good for Miss Gwynn today?" She asked her girls at the same time. She knew her twins and how they liked to be mischievous at times. "Tell Mama the truth now!" Megan Gwynn joined the girls after they ran to their mother. "They were perfect angels today Dr. Shang. Both are making progress with their gifts too! You and Chief Shang should be very proud!" Pamela was proud of her girls. She would have a great progress report to give their father later. "That's wonderful news! Juhua didn't turn anyone purple this time did she?" Pamela laughed as Juhua shook her head in innocence, blushing a bright crimson. "We'll talk about that later! It's time to go home." She took both girls by the hands as they walked outside to her waiting Tesla wagon. The girls climbed in on each side and buckled their seat belts. Pamela adjusted her mirror as she was getting ready to drive from the school. She could have sworn she saw someone watching them but they disappeared. She sent out a telepathic message to all the green around them.   Please make sure the girls and I get home safe She started up the wagon and headed out of the school grounds. Seeing that footage at the lab scared her. She tried to reason with herself that there had to be some sort of explanation for what she'd seen. She was in no mindset to cook tonight so she stopped at the girls' favorite pizza place. Tsung could eat cold pizza when he got home if he was too late. She just wanted to get home where she and the girls were safe. Surely, she'd get an answer soon and she wouldn't have to be vexed by it all for too long. Right?     "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

06/12/2023 07:33 PM  MMM - Elektra TW: GORE Blood for Blood Do you know what its like to be dead? I do. Hell's Kitchen was unusually silent that night. The decidedly feminine form in the shadows remained still. Nightfall brought the best cover, however being who she was meant that she wasn't seen until she wanted to be seen. That suited her just fine. She was Elektra Natchios and the world believed she was dead.   Walking through the land of the dead left its scars on her psyche. The Hand revived her and brought those demons that walked with her in hell to Earth. Was there any way to exorcise the demons? Elektra wanted them gone. But she accepted them because they were part of who she was. Blood was on her hands and blood would never leave them. Waiting outside in the darkness allowed her to hide but the longer she was in the darkness the stronger the torment was in her mind. The voices whispered at first and then they started yelling. The voices demanded blood and she had to obey. She emerged from the shadows with her mask covering the lower half of her face. Twin sais were spinning in her hands. She slid them into place on her belt as she ran from her hiding place. The voices spoke to her from the darkness due to the Black Magic of The Hand that had corrupted her soul. She began to run as fast as she could. The training from her childhood took over her muscles. She leapt from building to building with barely a sound. A flip here and a twist there had her landing on her feet without fail. She wasn't going to silence these voices until she satisfied their thirst for blood. She found herself in Chinatown without realizing it. She had run for so long without being winded. Elektra made it to one building across from a Szechuan restaurant. A long dark limousine was parked in front waiting outside. Her muscles tensed. She was ready to strike at a moment's notice. She waited in silence. The man exited the building. His name was Wang Fulin Kai. He was one of the up and coming players in underground Chinese sweatshops that shipped in innocent people who simply wanted a better life in America just to make them slaves. He had a pedigreed bloodline that went back several centuries in China. It was believed an ancestor of his was a black magic practitioner from the 10th Century. He was a modern day warlord. The voices were crying out for his blood. With the agility of a big cat, Elektra left the perch where she waited to land beside Wang. She jabbed her sai from her right hand into the left side of his body in between the fourth and fifth ribs at an upward angle. The blade penetrated his heart severing the major coronary artery. The blood from the mortal wound saturated his jacket. He was coughing blood that splattered on Elektra's mask covering her face. Before his bodyguards realized what had happened, Elektra sped off into the night leaping onto buildings and disappearing into the night. The man's blood still stained her mask and even part of her hair. The voices had been sated for now. She could disappear for a while with the silent demons attached to each step she took. The silence gave her peace, for now.   0 Comments

06/08/2023 03:58 PM  Project Savior Project Savior   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 It was all happening so fast. Ivy and Shang were working together to try and stop this madness only to be met with superior forces and strength. Ivy saw the attack on her husband by Omega and screamed for all she was worth. Vines erupted from the ground spreading everywhere responding to the emotions of Mother Nature. The Sentinel near her turned a glowing hand toward all those vines and the greenery itself causing Ivy to leap from the safety of her babies that were holding her up from the ground. The burning plants were screaming to her in agony so powerful it nearly broke her. The powerful hand of the Sentinel successfully pinned her to the ground. The newly minted Pamela Shang recognized the liquid in the vial. In her own lab back on Shang's Island she'd created a liquid that looked exactly like that. She knew what it could do. Sometimes being a botanist was a disadvantage. Ivy didn't move except to breathe. She was bested. The appearance of the man overhead came as a surprise to her. Her work on his world? Her eyes shut. As he spoke many things were made clear. Because of her marriage to Shang Tsung and her tie to Bruce Wayne as frienemies, she knew other universes existed. When he mentioned her work on his world, she clenched her teeth not daring to say anything but realizing that this liquid was the same one she created here but done in his world. "You want to talk, I'll talk. You want the flowers? Take them. Just don't hurt my babies back on the island. Please." Tears filled her eyes. "You win." Those two words coming from her lips were two words she never thought she'd say. She never imagined that she'd ever have a family either. Ivy had priorities. There had been too much death of the green on this day. At this point, she felt that she could fix the damage that was if this man holding her prisoner didn't kill her first. She was curious about something though. What was this other Pamela like? Her ever scheming mind was wondering if there was a possibility she could use that to her advantage. For now, she bent the knee in a manner of speaking and took the L.   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

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