MadImpetuousThing97

  The old greenhouse's steel frame shuttered with every clap of thunder that rolled across the skies of Gotham. Rain seeps through fractures in the glass ceiling high above, quenching the thirst of many of the withering plants that have neglected since their caretaker's departure several weeks back. Then, as if all of their prayers had been answered at once, they felt her presence. They couldn't see her of course, but they knew she was coming. The door creaked open. She had come back. Her fingers unfastened the buttons of the wet crimson shirt, letting it slip from her shoulders and onto the floor. There was nothing to cover her exposed body from prying eyes, but she knew with absolute certainty that no one else was around. She began to tread silently through the unruly conservatory, reveling in the touch of the rich brown soil upon her soles, reforging her connection to the greenery surrounding her with every step . In return, the plants themselves began to f...

  This was an image I planned on posting to DeviantArt around Halloween, 2020, based on the 1986 film Troll (though most people might be more familiar with it's 1990 "sequel", Troll 2 ). I thought it was too similar to my Poison Ivy: Floral Freedom image, as well as the fact that not a lot of people would know the source material or understand the story (but then again I've done images based on obscure movies before). The basic story that went along with the image was that Jeanette (the character portrayed by Julia Louis-Dreyfus in the film) had moved out of the apartment that Torok The Troll attacked, and ran away to New York City. After a decade of living in The Big Apple, Torok finds Jeanette and turns her into a Nymph once more. Julia Louis-Dreyfus as the naked and Nymph-ified Jeanette Cooper in Troll (Image ©Empire International Pictures/MGM)

  Underneath Cybus Industries' London headquarters lies a chamber known only to one person and one person alone. The complex series of passwords and hidden access points which protects it from the prying eyes of the public (and even those in the company itself) are not stored in a keycard or written on some notebook, but held within the brilliant mind of the company's founder and president, a woman known only as "The Mistress". The Sanctum provides The Mistress with the kind of guaranteed privacy many only dream of that she feels no need for modesty, preferring to shed her stuffy business attire at the latest convenience upon entering her isolated room. Tonight marks not only an ending but also a beginning. The end of a plan decades in the making, kept secret from investors and board members until just hours ago when Cybus manufactured accessories began turning the general public into silver machines. With more than enough supplies to last her a year in the safety of ...

  1937: The light of her flickering torch reflected off the gilded bodies tucked away in the alcoves of the temple walls, leaving no doubt in Marion Ravenwood's mind that this was indeed the resting place of the Ikons of Ikammanen. According to legend (and a first-hand account from Indy), the Ikons were living golden statues that protected the inhabitants this uncharted island, or became invincible avengers to right a wrongful death. Knowing that Jones had failed to recover any of the Ikons during his brief visit not long ago, Marion had journeyed to the temple on her own in order to find some of that "fortune and glory" on her own, and now here it was right in front of her. Lost in her thoughts, Marion fails to notice that her unwanted presence has been detected until a smooth stone object collides with the back of her head, and suddenly, the world goes dark. The combination of extreme heat and the echos of strange voices stirs Marion from her slumber, awak...

  Escaping from Arkham Asylum had proven to be a difficult task, but not an impossible one. Several long years of planning and patiently biding her time had paid off at last, and Poison Ivy was once again unleashed upon the streets of Gotham. The city had changed so much since the dawn of this new millennium, which made navigating through the dark alleys a bit challenging, but eventually she found the way to her destination. In her absence, the Turkish Bath House that she once called her own little Eden had become a gloomy dungeon full of nothing but destroyed laboratory equipment and dead plants. There was no doubt it had been raided by Batman or the GCPD, but Pamela still had hope that she could salvage something from the destruction. She began to rummage through cabinets and table draws, looking for anything that might have been overlooked by the law. Suddenly, while blindly reaching into a cabinet overhead, she felt something. The little plastic bag was just abou...