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[ecoterrcrist]

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💋 CHARACTER. my interpretation of Ivy will be of mix of comic, Animated series, Movies & video games along with many of head canons i have for her. Her mainverse is canon diveragent, and has been rewritten for my liking. Take into consideration that: Pamela Isley is an eco-terrorist by her definition, with villain like tendencies but her only intention is to save the planet not ‘take over’ or ‘destroy it’ #savetheplants

💋 INTERACTIONS.  feel free to send memes , random questions , come into my IM’s or even ask for my discord so we can plot. I adore interacting with you guys, both in character and out so come at me with ideas, throw random crap into my ask box, tag me in random starters. I adore it all. I however don’t interact with other Harley’s as I have my main one. BIG DON’TS WHEN IT COMES TO INTERACTING WITH IVY:

no damsel in distress threads, she’s a VILLAIN. Doesn’t need saving.

no dumbing down my muse, she’s a doctor.

don’t make my muse younger/older than they are. ( Unless stated other wise )

18+ Only. NSFW. I only feel comfortable writing with MUNS of legal age as most things here will not be adolescent friendly, not only because Ivy is the type of Eco terrorist that uses her sexuality to be in her favor but also considering the fact she has terrorist tendencies, as well as different forms of manipulation, blood and violence that will present in this blog.

💋 FOLLOWING AND FOLLOW BACKS.  If i follow you first then i have taken the time to read any rule/about page that you have. If you follow me first and I follow back please know that I also have read anything on your blog before I have decided to follow back. if you do follow / follow back please do the same especially my rules. I may not follow you back, do not take this personally i just like to keep a clean and safe dash, I have major anxiety and it can become quite overwhelming for me when the dash is cluttered.

💋 TRIGGERS. there maybe some themes on this blog that some may find triggering, i will always try and make sure that these are tagged accordingly with the format - TW: TRIGGER. i personally do not have any tiggers myself but things that will appear on this blog are; manipulation, sex and acts of terrorism.

💋 MOST IMPORTANTLY. I am here to have fun and i don’t tolerate any kind of hate anon; not towards myself, my muse, my roleplay partners or my ships. i don’t engage in any drama out of character. I have several other blogs so please also be patient with my replies

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[ecoterrcrist]

[hiredassault]

HIGH SCHOOL STARTER;;

@ecoterrcrist

Third period dragged like lead;; the kind of late-morning slot where the sunlight came in too STRONG through the east-facing windows. Floyd had settled into his seat at the back---- blazer unbuttoned, pen tapping against the desk in rhythm with the clock. The glare had been crawling across his page, needling into his eyes until he finally stood, without asking && pulled the blinds down halfway. It cut the beam to a manageable strip, dimmed the room into something tolerable ;; something he could actually read under without feeling burned ALIVE.

The relief lasted all of thirty seconds. A rustle of movement, the scrape of a chair ;; Pamela, front-row corner by the glass, reached out && lifted the blinds right back up as if NOTHING had happened.

Sunlight spilled again ---- warming her potted sapling on the sill && she smoothed her hair like she’d restored natural order. Floyd’s jaw TIGHTENED; he leaned back in his seat letting the sharp light stab across his notes again. But his eyes glared towards her with that detached, unbothered look he wore so well. She didn’t glance his way but the set of her shoulders screamed DELIBERATE. The clock ticked on, the teacher droned && the quiet STANDOFF settled like a shadow in the room.

He waited a beat ;; the corner of his notes already washed out by glare, then pushed back his chair with a scrape that cut through the room’s drone. Without a word, he strode up again && yanked the blinds down to the same halfway mark, DELIBERATE and slow, like a move in a game he had no intention of losing. He didn’t even look at Pamela this time ----- just returned to his seat, dropped into it heavy && tapped his pen twice against the desk as if to say;; YOUR TURN.

[ecoterrcrist]

❦     -     Pamela didn’t react right away.

The scrape of the chair — again — pulled at the edges of her focus, and then came the sound of the blinds being dragged down a second time, slower this time, more deliberate, like it was a move made with precision. A choice. The room shifted with it, the light that had once poured in warm and golden now fractured into a thin, stingy line. Most of the warmth disappeared, and the air itself felt flatter, duller. Behind her, the blinds settled back into place with a soft rattle.

She didn’t turn. Didn’t glance. Didn’t move.

But she felt it.

The sudden absence of sunlight pulled at her like a hand on her sleeve. Her gaze drifted to the windowsill, where the little potted sapling—barely a sprout, really—was already leaning instinctively toward what little light remained. Its fragile leaves, just beginning to stretch open, had been basking only moments ago in the glow she had so carefully placed it in. Now, half in shadow, it almost looked smaller. Faded.

Her chest tightened, subtly. Not with anger. Not really. It was something quieter than that. Sharper. Older.

It was that familiar, slow-burning ache she never quite found the words for—the one that curled in whenever something small and beautiful was dismissed, or ignored, or erased like it hadn’t mattered at all. The same ache she felt when kids laughed at her compost notes, or when teachers told her to put the plants away and focus on "real science," or when someone wrinkled their nose at the smell of soil on her skin. The ache of being told—again—that her world didn’t fit.

And maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t even about the light. Maybe it was about the way people always seemed to take something away the moment she let it matter.

She kept her posture composed, smoothing the edge of her sleeve, fingers brushing invisible wrinkles from the fabric like it might steady the tremor under her ribs. Then, slowly, she slid her chair back with barely a whisper of sound, stood, and walked to the window. Not fast. Not defiant. Just quiet. Intentional. Like a tide coming in.

She didn’t touch the blinds. Didn’t give Floyd the satisfaction.

Instead, she reached for the pot—small, earthenware, chipped at the rim, a cast-off from the greenhouse trash heap she’d rescued two weeks ago. She tilted it slightly toward the sliver of light that remained, coaxing the sprout’s tender leaves to face the warmth again. The plant hadn’t stopped trying. It had just needed a little help. The sun reached across the glass like a thin golden thread, and the green drank it in as if starved.

Her hand lingered on the rim of the pot. It was still warm from the earlier light, still clinging to the sun like it refused to forget it had been there. That little sprout had fought its way through wilted soil and broken roots just to get here—just to reach. There was something in that that Pamela understood far too well.

And then—tap tap.

The pen again. She didn’t need to look to know it was him. She could feel the heat of his attention like a spotlight on her back. The sound landed sharper this time, a punctuation mark she hadn’t asked for.

Her jaw tensed ever so slightly.

She turned—not all the way, but just enough to meet Floyd’s gaze across the classroom. His expression was unreadable, cold and composed in that infuriating way he always wore, like none of this meant anything. Like it was all just some stupid, silent game.

Pamela didn’t flinch. Didn’t let him see the sting. Instead, she gave him a slow, deliberate smile—not the kind you gave friends or teachers or boys you wanted to impress, but something else. Something thorned. The kind of smile that grew in places people forgot to look.

❝ You know, ❞ she said softly, her voice a smooth thread through the room’s quiet hum, ❝ light deprivation stunts growth. ❞

She let the words hang, like petals falling from a flower—but sharper than they seemed. Then, almost as an afterthought, her gaze drifted back to the plant, fingers brushing a speck of soil from the windowsill.

❝ You should be careful about what you block out. ❞

And just like that, she turned, walked back to her seat, and sat down with slow precision. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind one ear, hands returning to rest gently on the desk in front of her, as if nothing at all had happened.

The blinds stayed halfway. The sapling leaned into the sun. And Pamela, without another word, let the silence stretch.

Not peace. Not yet. But something had shifted. A line drawn. Not in chalk or ink, but in light.

[vulosp]

@ecoterrcrist //. continued.

a bright green stare eyed as he's already making himself slightly more comfortable then he should. he always did when he came to other people's abodes. waltzing a sort of fine line between knowing that he didn't belong , or wasn't wanted.

purple gloved digits reach out to touch something , something of hers. off its stand , lazily disturbing her peace by inspecting her things. trusting that if she huffed and puffed or turned feral he'd pout like a scratched baby by a meowling street cat. only to jab at her buttons once the bandage appeared.

 ❝ Mad? No. But I’m already deciding which vines to strangle you with if you don’t leave. ❞

eyes flickered up , glancing at her. before diverting once more to the object in his hand , which he put back somewhere else then where he found it. organized chaos in action. he was quiet. tasting razors in his mouth at her threat before leaning on the balls of his feet. he'd need more than weed killer to deal with her vines , but he wasn't exactly the most tropical nuisances as he took a step more in her living space - a crime she didn't invest in more tomfoolery.

" heaaaaaar me out first , before you choose - " he felt the presence of her plants like bugs on a window and he shuddered , his shoulders tensing , " to unleash shrubbery hell. " he smiled. one too crooked , that cause the painted on red stain to pull upwards at the corner strings of his mouth.

" what if today we act as .... friends ? " he couldn't quite chew on the last word so it came out more jumbled then anything. he cleared his throat , hacking , " no , alliances. "

" I've got a hot scoop on a billionaire embezzling millions of dough on projects that allow dumping into the local environment. Forests , parks. Or... " he shot up more straight as he offered in a unnecessary serious tone, " we could sit here and discuss your choice in decorum. I mean beige , on beige ? That's a crime, ivy. "

[ecoterrcrist]

Pamela didn’t lurch, didn’t flinch. She stood still — statue still — as the Joker’s gloved fingers wandered, disturbing the quiet sanctity of her space like a rat dragging its tail across silk. Her expression remained unreadable, almost bored, but the vines overhead twitched. Not loudly. Not enough to startle. Just enough to warn.

Her eyes never left him.

They followed the way he carelessly handled what wasn’t his, how he placed things back in the wrong spot — deliberate disrespect dressed up as playfulness. She was no stranger to chaos, but his brand was rot, not growth. He moved like mildew, uninvited and thriving on decay.

A single vine curled tighter around a shelf bracket, subtle. Breathing.

Her voice came low and smooth, the kind of calm that came before a landslide. Her arms uncrossed, hands resting at her sides now, fingers twitching. 

❝ You think name-dropping some Wall Street parasite gives you clearance to step inside my sanctuary? ❞

Her head tilted just slightly, red hair shifting over one shoulder as the glow returned to her eyes — stronger this time, blooming from the edges of her pupils like spring wildfire.

❝ You think 'alliances' means I forget the bruises you left on Harley’s soul? ❞

She moved then — slow, deliberate. A single step forward. Just one. The floor beneath her pulsed like it was alive. Roots beneath the surface stirring at her heels, responding not to the Joker… but to her restraint.

❝ I don’t need your “hot scoop,” Clown. I knew about that scumbag’s dumping three weeks ago. My moss is already choking the site. So unless you’re here to throw yourself into the compost, I’d stop pretending you’re useful. ❞

A flower blossomed to her left, fast and aggressive, its petals slick with something that glistened too thickly to be dew. It hissed faintly before closing again. Her gaze lingered on him now, sharp and dissecting. She was studying, calculating. Not whether she could kill him — that part was obvious but whether he was worth the mess.

❝ And as for my decor? ❞ Her voice dipped, just a little. ❝ I don’t recall asking a homicidal clown with a face like peeling paint for design tips. ❞

A pause. The kind that made the thickness in the air itself feel tighter.

❝ You have thirty seconds to make your pitch. Then the walls start closing in. ❞

Somewhere beneath the floorboards, the vines began to slither.

@vulosp

[ecoterrcrist]

from sideblog @vulosp // “So you’re not mad that I’m here?” ( from the joker ) HI HI. I SAW YOU POP UP DHRDF.

❦     -     Pamela chuckled, it is a silent almost inaudible chuckle as her green eyes flash in a sharp green glow for a half of a second before focusing on the clown in front of her. Her arms move to fold across her chest as she shifts her weight to one side.

 ❝ Mad? No. But I’m already deciding which vines to strangle you with if you don’t leave. ❞

@vulosp

[justmemethings]

‘Why aren’t we interacting?’

😿 - I’m too shy to reach out 😥 - I’m a little intimidated by your writing length / style / formatting 😵 - I don’t know how to approach you ⌛️ -  You seem really busy 👥 - I don’t know which of my muses you’re interested in 📝 - It would help if you could feel my interest checker! ❓ - I’m not familiar with any of your current muses 📩 - I’ve sent you asks / written you starters, but you never replied to them 💬 - I have a plot in mind for us, but I haven’t found the right way/time to reach out 💞 - I ship our muses, but I don’t know if you’re interested ✒️ - I usually interact through memes / open starters and you don’t post a lot of them 🥇 - You followed me first and I’m waiting for you to make the first move 🥰 - I’m following you because I love your writing and content and I just want to read your stuff

[ecoterrcrist]

.....Im working on a mix of my ivy, the new poison ivy comic and the animted series ivy and i think she looks swell.....

My uncle was teaching me a faster way to color but was in a rush and didn't teach me the next step 🙃

[ecoterrcrist]

Coming back to this H*ll sight. Like/comment if you still want to RP

[ecoterrcrist]

“Nothing ever comes for free.”

Bright green eyes glimmered for a moment in the light seeming to glow as the red head tilted her head slightly taking in the statement made by the other. ❝ Yeah, that's true when you play by the rules. So don't. ❞

{ Shadowhunters Season 2 --Accepting || @hexsreality

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Sleepy Sex Meme

Send one for my muse to…

✖ - nibbling on your muse’s ear.

⍟ - sneak under the cover and wake your muse up with oral.

♥ - roll on top of your muse and kiss them.

☀ - spooning your muse from behind, in their sleep, and grinding against them.

♣ - cuddle with yours.

♦ - crawl on your muse and pin them beneath my muse.

♠ - reaching down and sliding their hand between your muse’s legs

✔ - RANDOM (mun chooses)

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

❴ Dune

Sentence starter requested by anonymous based on the book, not the movie || feel free to change pronouns to suit your needs.

❝ Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. ❞

❝ The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve, but a reality to experience. ❞

❝ There is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors. ❞

❝ The mind can go either direction under stress—toward positive or toward negative: on or off. ❞

❝ He who controls the spice controls the universe. ❞

❝ It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future. ❞

❝ Survival is the ability to swim in strange water. ❞

❝ What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! ❞

❝ Highly organized research is guaranteed to produce nothing new. ❞

❝ A killer with the manners of a rabbit - this is the most dangerous kind. ❞

❝ Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die. ❞

❝ Knowing where the trap is—that’s the first step in evading it. ❞

❝ Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind. ❞

❝ If you rely only on your eyes, your other senses weaken. ❞

❝ A ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel. ❞

❝ It’s easier to be terrified by an enemy you admire. ❞

❝ The test of a man isn’t what you think he’ll do. It’s what he actually does. ❞

❝ Desperate people are the most dangerous. ❞

❝ Science is made up of so many things that appear obvious after they are explained. ❞

❝ I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when my fear is gone I will turn and face fear’s path, and only I will remain. ❞

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

{ Shadowhunters Season 2

Sentence starters requested by anonymous || feel free to change pronouns. 

“Oh good, you’re awake. Just in time to see history being made.”

“You killed _________. How could you?”

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve never loved anyone but yourself.”

“If that were true, then why do you think I’ve kept you alive?”

“_________, I…I don’t think I can live without you.”

“A wise man once told me relationships take effort.”

“How could you side with him?”

“Nothing ever comes for free.”

“You never do anything out of the kindness of your heart.”

“Let’s just get out of here while we still can.”

“She’s a smart one, you should listen to her.”

“You don’t want things to end well, do you? You want war?”

“We should just stick with, ‘I like you and you like me.’ “

“But what if I “like” like you?”

“The rule is to the death.”

“Right now…right now I need you to trust me.”

“That’s really sweet of you, but I can’t. I’m busy.”

“I like you and I like spending time with you, but just as friends.”

“I just want you to know that I will…I’ll always be there for you, _____. Whatever you need.”

“I guess it’s true what they say. You can never go back home.”

“I am so sorry. This is all my fault.”

“So you’re not mad that I’m here?”

“Look, all I want to do is go to college and hang out with my girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?”

“I’ll drink to that. Oops, it seems I already have.”

“The reason I didn’t tell you is I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I’m so sorry. For everything you’ve had to go through.”

“_________, tell me how to fix this. Tell me what to do, please.”

“You are my greatest achievement, ________.”

“Whatever happens, you can’t let him take me alive.”

“Isn’t it time we kissed and made up?”

“I don’t have anyone who cares about me.”

“Well, you look like you could use a drink…and a towel.”

“You really don’t get it, do you? You didn’t risk anything for me, you did it for you.”

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Reblog if your muse has lost one or both parents.

[svpe]

“𝙸𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚇-𝚁𝚊𝚢 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚘 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚄𝚙 𝚃𝚘 𝙽𝚘 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍.”

#SVPE ▬ indie CLARK KENT from DC COMICS. primary inspiration from superman: secret origin. largely comic based with alternative verses available. crossover and oc friendly. reported by molly 📝

[disgustinggf]

mutual obsession is so hot like please let's do absolutely anything for each other

[ecoterrcrist]

🥀 Floyd 🍃       ( @hiredassault​ )

              It happened to be only for a few seconds after his awkward dorky response that the woman slowly sat up, the disappointment was almost radiating from her gestures. Floyd witnessed the silhouette of the lady change its shape with the MOOLIGHT assisting the cool breeze. His eyes was looking at the stars though, thinking NOTHING but the shear existence of his physical form in this reality. These thoughts were mostly common during his suicidal TENDENCIES some years ago until it ceased when he found something to struggle and think of living. His daughter.

              Currently, his relationship was complicated and the redhaired strong woman , now appeared to be heartbroken and deciding to leave him alone, was the one who actually assisted him in leaving the bad thoughts away. 

              “ I am not going to stop you. ” He began softly, recognizing how his response sank her MOOD into the pool of disappointment. “ I know I am broken, I say weird things sometimes. But I should let you know that I also like spending time with you.” A small pause followed.

      At this point, no words needed to be said to express the feelings of sheer disappointment from the lack of affirmation that came from Floyd. If there was one thing Pamela needed it was that her feelings were returned otherwise her time was not theirs to keep. She had dealt with, in the past, people not treating her as she deserved. Feeling time with her was a job rather than an enjoyment, from her father to those she surrounded herself with in the past. Now with the silence that kept between them though for a moment it was a feeling all too familiar. Floyd and the relationship they had was complicated, with no labels yet a feeling of closeness. 

The way he spoke, with what seemed like an motionless response to the woman of nature constantly had their already complicated relationship moving from on to off. A rollercoaster that both refused to get off. 

❝ You’re not the only one broken. ❞ Ivy’s words seemed almost whispered as she sat her chin on her knees. Emeralds staring out into the never quite city below them. ❝ We both are. I guess that’s why this works. Sometimes. I don’t express myself to anyone you know. ❞ Finally attention shifted to the man beside her. ❝ I thought it would help. Letting you know ❞

[ecoterrcrist]

@hiredassault​ continued x

❦     -     Still, he wanted the eco-terrorist to have some sort of reaction about the rather wealthy background he came from yet she couldn’t help but feel as though it was a waste. Taken space where a forest could be prospering. It’s what she did with her family home after killing her father. The Isley manor became a sanctuary for extinct plants that she once traveled around the world for.  ❝ What, no. It’s not as fun when you are paying them.❞ Butlers weren’t the same as the people she mind controlled. Now those where fun to show around. ❝ Not that you care, but I had a mansion like this when I was a child. Until I had to live with my aunt. ❞