"Dr Ivy?" Danny called out from the door of the silent greenhouse. He really shouldn't be doing this, but he needed help, and Ivy was mostly rehabilitated, so he was hoping she'd be willing to give him some... Illegal help under the table. After having been chased out of his home town, he'd been running dangerously low on ectoplasm. He'd never realized how much ambient ectoplasm was in the air in Amity Park, but everywhere else felt like he was trying to find water in the desert. He was starving, and his last hope to find natural ectoplasm had just keeled over, so now he was truly desperate. He gulped, and prayed he wasn't making a huge mistake.
The plants closest to the door turned to face him, causing Danny to fight back a shudder. This wasn't Undergrowth, this was Poison Ivy. He hadn't done anything to draw her ire, so he should be safe. Hopefully.
"Um. I heard you could hear through your plants. I hope that's true, otherwise I'd look really stupid here..." Danny took a breath, glancing at the array of plants. "Um, Dr Ivy, I was hoping you'd be willing to help me with a problem. A biochemistry problem. I... I have a unique biological makeup that the government has all but declared makes me liable to extermination at best or experimentation at worst. It also means I need something extra in order to survive, something I can't find a lot of naturally. I was hoping you'd be able to help me synthesize it?"
"An interesting dilemma," a woman's voice came from behind a row of particularly tall vegetation. Poison Ivy walked into sight. "Still, why come to me?"
Danny chuckled humorlessly. "As you can imagine, I can't exactly take this to an above-board biochemist, and most other biochemists aren't nearly good enough for what I need. You're one of the best, and while you're not exactly a criminal anymore, you're still not afraid to ignore what laws don't suit you." He met her gaze head on. "Please. I'm begging you."
Dr Ivy seemed to consider him for a moment. "Do you have a pure sample of what you need? Or are we going to have to do this the fun way?"
Taking a shaky breath, Danny held up a small, precious vial of pure ectoplasm, taken directly from his pa—the Fenton's supplies. "This is all I have. If we need more, we'll have to isolate it from my own system, which will take some work."
The former rogue eyed him and the vial. "You know, I don't work for free. This is going to cost you."
"My very existence is illegal. I don't have much in the way of money. Or an identity, at this point," which hurt to admit, but made things a bit easier as well. No identity, no easy way for the GIW to track him. If he ever saw Tucker again, he was going to shower him with thanks and praise.
Dr Ivy smirked. "I can work with that. We can work with that."
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Hi, so, I'm American, and there's a major holiday in a couple of days. A major holiday that tends to take quite a bit of preparation. Sometimes days in advance (^~^;)ゞ I spent the day baking pies and trying not to choke from the wheat tainting the air (I'm severely allergic to wheat, but gluten free pie crusts are too expensive to make all the pies gluten free). I managed, I'm okay, and all the pies turned out looking amazing! But it left me with less time to write than I'd hoped for... And I pretty much chose a prompt at random without taking into account whether or not I could actually write the characters involved (;^ω^)if it wasn't obvious, I have no idea what to do with Ivy (;ŏ﹏ŏ) I hope this was at least acceptable lol
Happy early turkey day, fellow Americans! I hope any feasting you do will be joyous (◠‿・)—☆
Laurens: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.
Hamilton: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.
Laurens: ...
Laurens: You mean ring bearER, right?
Hamilton: ...
Laurens: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.
narcissa, editor in chief of the daily prophet whose marriage is falling apart. lily whose a journalist and could give two shits about fashion or anything news related. it's perfect.
ohhhhh holdddd upppp hold the fuck up wait wait i’m ascending wait hold up my physical form is no longer wauttt waitttttt waitrrrt i’m seeing a bright light the gates of heaven are opening i just saw god and god was a lilycissa devil wears prada au 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
how badly does your throat ache? when was it that you started yelling? screaming for a split second of recognition in their eyes. i think i heard you last night, right before i fell asleep, an echo of some sorts. you remember everything and it has rightfully made you angry. there's a part of you that lost its trust in humanity. you've tried it. you've sat them down and explained it, you've written the poems and the stories, you've tried your hand at composing the tunes that match your inner worlds. you've drawn pretty pictures. you've tried, with every last bit of energy inside of you, to translate what you've been meaning to say. i want to ask you to tell me about it, to scream, to demand that i hear you. i wish i could be next to you. it's so simple, this thing you desire. to have someone just look at you, for once, and truly see you, see their eyes light up with all that you've been thinking. i hope you can look in the mirror and see yourself, as wonderful as you are, breathe in deeply, breathe out. know that you are here, that you are yours. that you will always be there to listen to yourself. be gentle with your heart, despite the anger oh please, be gentle. the day will come, when you will be holding yourself in your arms, the most beautiful love you'll have ever found, and i promise you people will come along and recognise the image you have painted. they will sit next to you. they'll hear you before you say a word. you'll be like art to them, the way you're art to yourself, the way even the river sees you walk by and silently sighs her admiration.
had one of the weirdest but also one of the best dreams ever last night 🖤❤️💙
everything felt so real and intense.
it wasn’t bad lol.
just- some of the intense parts were very good 😏🙈🥰
but it also makes me kinda sad because it was just a dream, you know?
like even though it felt so real, it was kinda heartbreaking waking up and realizing that it was only a dream. 🥺😞
and like the chances of anything in the dream that made me so happy/felt so real and that i really wish could/would happen, is super unlikely to ever happen and would only be something that happens in my dreams. 😣😔
but damn, it all felt so real and so amazing! just- ugh!! my heart 😭🖤
when i have dreams like this, when i have dreams that feel this/so real, i’ve noticed that those are the dreams that in some way actually come true or actually happen.
and i really, reeeally hope that those parts that felt so real will actually happen and i truly hope that they happen soon 🥺🖤
i think about what things would be like if the things i’ve dreamt do or will actually happen, and i don’t ever think it’s going to be just absolutely perfect or that everything is going to be like all amazing all the time.
i think about it being real, tough, imperfect and that’s what i want.
i want the real thing.
i want things to be tough and imperfect. i want to have the tough times and to work through them with that person and learn and grow with them.
i want things to be imperfect and genuine and real. the tough times and the stupid little issues, make the good times and small little things/moments even better and more wonderful and more meaningful. 🥰
i don’t want things to always be “perfect” because if things were always “perfect” they wouldn’t be real or true or honest or genuine. and it doesn’t mean things would be good. it would just be boring, in my opinion.
also, i know no one likes tough times. i mean, i know i don’t.
but the tough times really do happen.
and the ups and downs of life are just apart of living and make things interesting.
doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good interesting lol.
it just means that things won’t get stagnant or always stay the same.
and things shouldn’t always be the same.
i want change and good and tough times and i want the ups and down with that person.