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after careful contemplation, i will be moving ivy to my multi! same gal, different fc, different aesthetic. thank you all for entertaining my 3am ivy brainrot, i love and adore every single person that i met along this (relatively shortlived) journey <33
hello again, friend of a friend, i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕕 you crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again
sung by keeks / chaos ( 21, they / she ) indie private &&. highly selective multi-muse ©
𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕.𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛.𝚌𝚘𝚖 : INDIE + HEADCANON BASED BRUCE WAYNE FROM THE BATMAN (2022) a study on grief, trauma, and redemption. 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙳 by the album 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 by nirvana. 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙿𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴 FROM todd phillips JOKER. written by selena 25+
BARNAES
a whisper of a ghost story. when first he fell, they carved martyrdom into his bones, twisted any remnants they could find until he was worthy of show in their museums, until the lie of him was something they could use. and then he became the haunting, the blood - soaked villain who moved into their horror stories, always existing between the truth and a nightmare. and now? now they pick apart truths and frame him any way they wish, forget that hands are washed with blood and his is the alias that pulled apart the centuries. that anger, that thing they fear the most in him, but lie claim to anyway; that was his. the could not create from what wasn’t there, couldn’t breathe a brutality into him that he didn’t always own. the winter soldier has not gone, simply become his to own, while he watches them all forget it.
— ❛ i’m not an avenger. ❜ he won’t be either, turned that one down the moment it showed up. he works alone, finds a path back to redemption by burning down everything that made him, doesn’t trust the people in charge to make decent decisions. ❛ what’d they do that puts you not in the mood? ❜
IT WAS PRACTICALLY A TECHNICALITY ❀✿❀ barnes had been guilty by association , only separated from the so-called superhero group by title alone . she’d only been in new york for a few months since her death ( pamela’s death , ivy rose like a phoenix from the ashes of pamela’s past ) , but the avengers , and other idiots like them ( spandex-wearing self-proclaimed saviours of the city ) , had managed to give her problems at every turn . ivy had quickly become their villain to despise , her so-called radicalized perspective on climate change proved problematic , no matter what personality she would don . ivy had no obligation to entertain his advances , and yet hand still gestures toward the seat across from her , legs cross as cerulean hues fixate on the man before her . ❝ your friends don’t seem to like me very much . ❞ the understatement of the year causes smile to drop from her disposition , brow arches as head tilts to the side .
❝ and why do you feel the need to distance yourself from them ? make that distinction , that is . ❞ with the winter soldier’s flagrant background , ivy wouldn’t be surprised if the avengers had made that account all on their own , forcing barnes out of their elitist a-team bullshit . ❝ if you’re not here for the avengers … then what can i do for you ? ❞
to my dear bruce,
it’s been nearly three months since we’ve spoken, since i decided to tell the world the truth about me. i wasn’t sure how you would react ------------ how would any sane, logical person respond after finding out that their girlfriend is the queen of the underworld? ( i wouldn’t know, i lost my sanity a long time ago, at the same time that pamela died in that lab ). i’m still not entirely sure why i’m writing this letter to you now; writing a letter in itself seems so archaic, but you’ve been ignoring all of my texts and calls, all the emails sent both to you and to alfred as a last ditch effort at reconciliation. if things had been different, if we had reconnected before this damn city had ripped me apart, maybe we would’ve been perfectly happy together. after all, you’ve always been the only person that i could talk to, the only person that allowed me to feel normal ( despite all of the shit that was happening at home, despite the hidden bruises and hesitant smiles ). even recently, you were the only person that reminded me what it felt like to be human again, reawakened parts of myself that i thought had died long ago.
some days i think that i see you in the streets, in the endless sea of faces that i interact with daily. maybe it’s wishful thinking, but i hope that one day we’ll meet again, that you’ll forgive me for all the lies and secrets. maybe you’ll even understand why i did the things that i have…
i don’t think of myself as the villain that the media paints me out to be, and i don’t think that trying to saving the earth is a crime. my radicalization came as a direct result of the crimes of gotham, the corruption of government officials due to human greed, a reality that maybe you never had to face due to the sheltered life you’ve been living. the people of gotham are dying, just as surely as the earth itself is, and i want to be a figure of liberation for them all.
the batman is the only thing separating me from true liberation, but i hope that he’ll see the truth too, before things get worse than they already have. i don’t want to hurt anyone, i don’t want to become a monster, but i can become the villain that gotham so desperately wants me to become; you know better than anyone, what these pressures do to a person, what expectations force you to turn into. i’m so close to achieving my goals, to finding out who the batman is, to bringing a green utopia to gotham. i had hoped that you’d be by my side when it all happened, that you would be in my corner, but maybe it’s better that i have no weaknesses when the war commences.
i miss you, bruce. i miss quiet mornings in wayne tower, late nights talking about anything and everything. i’m sick of the memories making me feel guilty, i’m tired of the regret; i don’t want to hurt anymore… maybe i should just let you go.
this pains me more than you’ll ever know.
love, pamela isley your dearest ivy
dear @nightwarn,
you don’t want to hear from me, and that’s fine; our relationship should’ve died with pamela months ago. i’m doing what needs to be done, and i won’t let you make me feel guilty for it.
i will find the batman, and i will kill him. then, i will purge gotham of its poison.
you will never hear from me again. don’t try to stop me, or you’ll join the rest in their graves. this is your only warning.
- poison ivy
#THE BATMAN : ( some triggering content may be present ! change pronouns to suit. )
i don’t care what happens to me.
a new friend of yours?
don’t worry, honey.
who are you under there?
all it takes is fear and a little focused violence.
i wouldn’t be bothering you here, but your people keep telling me you’re unavailable.
don’t throw your life away.
things will get worse before it gets better.
you’re not my father.
i’m not so sure.
are you just hideously scarred?
no guns.
it can be cruel, poetic or blind.
hey guys, thanks for all the comments and tips on detonators.
your family has a history of philanthropy but as far as i can tell you’re not doing anything.
oh you’re really not as smart as i thought you were.
i’m well aware.
all you had was me.
if we don’t stand up to him, no one will.
i’m vengeance.
from your secret friend.
i thought i’d mastered all that.
gotham needs you to answer for the sins of your father.
get out of here or that suit’s gonna be full of blood.
i can take care of myself.
let’s get into some trouble.
yeah, man, that’s your thing
all these years, you lied to me.
the answer’s justice.
if this continues it won’t be long before you have nothing left.
fear is a tool.
the killer left this for you.
you came!
you have a lot of cats.
we all have our scars.
how am i part of this?
people need hope.
what have you done?!
mine or yours?
if you are justice, please do not lie.
i have a thing about strays.
bastard murders you and your reputation.
why is he writing to you?
i never thought i’d feel fear like that again.
who am i kidding, you’re already spoken for.
maybe we’re not so different.
i’ve been trying to reach you.
why don’t you come with me?
the riddler is asking for you.
when that light hits the sky, it’s not just a call, it’s a warning for them.
who are you hiding?
what the hell is this?
it has a nice ring.
you’ll see.
i’m just here to unmask the truth about this cesspool we call a city.
i don’t think that rat likes you.
vengeance won’t change the past.
you are a part of this too.
you know, you really could be doing more for this city.
you needed a father.
let’s play a game.
just me and you.
get into some trouble?
he moonlights as a cop.
what’s black and blue and dead all over?
you could have at least pulled that punch, man.
maybe this is all coming to an end.
it’s only gonna get worse for you.
what is the price for your blind eye?
oh you’re everything they say you are, aren’t ‘cha? we both are.
ENTERNECERS
hazel hues grew wider, not quite about to believe what her alleged twin sister was saying. it was hard for to wrap her mind around the fact they were twin sister to begin with, but the fact @ivygroved needed words of encouragement not to murder someone? it was… shocking, was it not? why did she need words of encouragement? you simply… did not kill people!
❝ i- well, i… ❞ layla tried to speak up, but words were quite failing her. ❝ you might- go to jail? and i doubt they would let you have plants there. ❞ was that enough?
THE UNIVERSE MUST BE PLAYING SOME TWISTED COSMIC JOKE ON HER ❀✿❀ it’s the only explanation that ivy could come up with , the only way to justify the fact that she was somehow related to layla ( quiet , nerdy , goody-two-shoes layla , ivy’s polar opposites ------------ she could barely stand @enternecers’s presence before finding out the truth , barely anything has changed since finding out they were related ) . heavy sigh escapes pursed lips as she studies her so-called twin , barely concealed judgemental stare finds its way to the other before eyes roll in their sockets , figure leans backwards in the polypropylene chair before arms cross .
❝ it’s a joke . you ever heard of humour ? ❞ she can’t help the bitterness that leaves cherry stained lips , mocking smile spreads across expression . it was habit for ivy to target the other , a stance that hadn’t changed since learning about their relation ; ivy hated layla , sister or not . ❝ plants will always find a way to me . you should know that better than anyone . ❞
By: Shelley
DRUISG
it’s silence that frame shared moment , whilst unyielding glare follows familiar figure : heavy scrutiny splitted between interest and distrust ― yet none able to taint facade of control that druig would offer @ivygroved . hands remained together before his stance , a heavy sigh at last crossing their surroundings : opening space for his voice to follow , colored in habitual lull .
❛ if you’re trying to recruit me again … i’m sorry to say you’re once more wasting your time , love . ❜
sc .
IT'S NOT OFTEN THAT IVY WANTS TO WORK WITH OTHERS ❀✿❀ but even she isn’t stupid enough to ignore druig’s abilities , the kind of control that he has over the minds of meer mortals ; the two of them would be unstoppable together , would be able to keep the peace in all of gotham ( and eventually , around the entire world , successfully ending the threat to the holy mother’s wellbeing ) . gaze tilts to the side momentarily as coy smile spreads across her expression , strands of copper are brushed out of her eyes before lashes bat in his direction , lower lip juts out in a subtle pout . ❝ you always assume i come here to try getting something out of you . what if i just wanted to stop by for a visit ? you outta buff out that chip on your shoulder … ❞
ivy was unsure why he reserved himself to solitude , despite the powers he held , despite the potential to solve all of humanity’s crises . ❝ we would make a fantastic team , though . we could change gotham , change the world . ❞
NIGHTWARN
bruce felt himself jolt on the inside , that pained jab of anxiety surging out from the center of his chest , yet on the outside he was still when feeling somebody jot their index finger on his shoulder . bruce turns stiffly to face the other , the hands inside of his pockets clutched themselves , listening to her words with a slight twist of his head . her voice had an uncanny familiarity that sent a shiver down his spine , gooseflesh breaking out along his arms in gotham’s unforgiving november air , a face having been lost in the fog of his mind quickly reemerged with full color .
❝ pamela … ❞ he wasn’t expecting this , it felt exposing , his gaze is anywhere but on her at first , he sees others walking past , uncaring to their existence ( it was just them , like how it use to be ). ❝ people say a lot of things in this town. ❞ he scoffs as eyes land their attention to her . from day - drinking recluse , to freak who keeps his parents on display , rumors spread themselves on tacky tabloids , bruce learned it was best to keep them in the dark ; none of them assumed it was him going out on these nightly escapades of violence , as bruce wayne was a coward in their eyes .
memories like , a projector , flicked through the inside of his head , remembering the last summer the two of them had spent together , and in his hand was a flower . ( for you . . . ) and she took it in her hand , her lips turned to a partial smile . ( this is a weed , bruce . . . ) ; his own lips now slightly up - turn after hearing her finish her words , shoulders easing up on the tension . ❝ well you’re a hard girl to forget – what brings you back to gotham ? ❞
SHE'D FORGOTTEN WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE HUMAN ❀✿❀ the warmth of her smile settles in the pit of her stomach , twists it in unfamiliar ways as gaze registers the familiar face once again , as cerulean carefully studies the newly matured features . she’s aware of the spotlight that had been placed on bruce in recent months , the same scrutiny she’d received after inheriting her family’s fortune ; she and bruce had always understood one another in ways that their peers never could , even before things got complicated with them both , before they’d lost contact amongst the business of new lives ( or maybe it had just been too hard to reach out to one another , too painful to grasp onto the only reminder of when things had been happier , when they’d both had families to turn to ------------ she couldn’t blame him for them falling out of touch , but maybe he could’ve prevented her endless suffering , maybe he could’ve saved her ) . bittersweet reunion doesn’t change the smile fixated on perfect visage , fingers gently push up the bridge of her glasses as a reminder that ivy needs to remain in character . pamela isley would resurface for the first time in nearly a year ------------ diffident , unstable , gullible pamela , ivy’s only weak spot . ❝ ah , you know how things are . ❞ there’s a vague wave of her hand in the air before head ducks downwards , subtle shyness peeking through portrayal as arms cross . still , words remain bold as gaze fixates on the loose pebbles on the sidewalk beneath her sneakers ( ivy wouldn’t be caught dead in nike’s , yet they seemed to be all that pamela wore ) .
❝ work brought me to the area … and maybe i just wanted to check in on my favourite recluse . ❞ bruce wayne had made quite the name for himself in the media since his return to the city , predominantly negative reviews painting him out to be a failed saviour : the man who was supposed to fix all of gotham’s problems , nothing more than a fraud in the eyes of the public . pamela knows the truth about bruce’s suffering , somewhat-foreign sympathy floods her veins as lips purse . ❝ it’s not right . all the stuff they write about you . i know none of it is true … ❞ colourful language is limited at an attempt to conceal her true identity , a reminder of the frail and quiet nature of the girl she’d tried to leave behind ; pamela isley was nothing more than a zombie among the living , a fabrication of ivy’s mind . ❝ tabloids love to make a story out of nothing , and their readers will just eat it up . ❞
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