I'm Poisonous

Indie and Selective Male!Posion Ivy from the Batman universe/comics, otherwise known as Patrick Isley. Please read Rules and Bio first before interacting. Mun and Muse are both 18+ and some content may be NSFW. I track "mylipsarevenom".

[melamemea]

poetry sentences . // meme .

a collection of sentences pulled out from this blog. it contains a lot of various topics. trigger warnings apply , just in case. smaller adjustments have been made with permission from the author in order to make proper sentences.

“ the touch you left is burning through my skin.”

“ oxygen poured into my wounds and set fire to the rest of my body. ”

“ the soothing breeze only made it worse. ”

“ i let the wind hug me in hopes that it would wash away the touch you left. ”

“ i can’t let you go. ”

“ your touch is crawling up my throat. ”

“ i kiss the wind in order to remember. ”

“ my sad is not beautiful. ”

“ my sad is not beautiful, because it’s dangerous. ”

“ i dare to say that my sad is not beautiful. ”

“ get out, get out and walk away. ”

“ the artist on the other end won’t let me go. ”

“ drench me in roses, put me on a cloud like michelangelo. ”

“ coal spread in my veins like sulfur; toxic. ”

“ not once did i say it was. ”

“ you don’t love him ”

“ when you do you don’t feel so hollow anymore ”

“ you don’t love him, but you make a world out of him ”

“ you imagine what it feels like, being in love ”

“ love is supposed to be good ”

“ he makes you feel good, isn’t that love then? ”

“ how come you can’t stop the rapture of your arteries, or the shredding of your heart’s chambers? ”

“ why did you make him to be a world you could step on? ”

“ you can’t climb those, because you never managed to conquer him. ”

“ what world do you live in ”

“ love, you call it, and love you make it. ”

“ you don’t love him, but you know you’d like to try. ”

“ even if his love is a poison, you’d happily die trying. ”

“ breathe into me. ”

“ your scorching breath is my doomsday, salvation and reawakening all at once ”

“ your lungs are bouquets brimming to their edges with colors ”

“ press your lips against my chest ”

“ let your tongue trick me open ”

“ i fear my own suffocation ”

“ kiss me so i can feel alive again ”

“ there’s a strange hole in my chest. ”

“ god, what i’d give to run my hands by that hair again ”

“ yet you keep pouring ”

“ you are not shallow water, you are quicksand ”

“ you are not he shark, you are the ocean beneath threatening to drown it ”

“ you’re a gap in my chest ”

“ it spreads like cancer and your gaze is the chemo killing me ”

“ i dare to call you an antidote ”

“ i want to remain weak ”

“ eat me alive… i am yours ”

“  i count the wounds left behind from your claws “

“  i, too, am a martyr ”

“  not for the people – for myself and the heart i once let you embrace and care for “

“  mistakes are spilled and spelled all over my skin ”

“ you are death on two legs, nothing more than another case of Bad touch and Sensible warnings; vinegar on my tongue”

“ back off and learn your lesson “

“ smile, lover, you are a burning star “

“ i let myself decay in the hellfire flames “

“  what good is heaven, when all i want is hell “

[mylipsarevenom]

There was no time to wine and dine his test subject tonight. Certain toxins had a fast acting expiration date, such as the new poison currently coating his lips. Different from his usual, natural brand of poison and pheromones, but it was important to keep things fresh and new. As such, Ivy found himself in a much darker, seedier bar than he preferred. He needed a target he could take away without much trouble or caring witnesses. 

The man he found at the bar checked every required box. Drunk, sad eyes and a willingness to be guided to the back alley by a stranger. Almost too willing, as if he already knew his fate. Well, if the man wanted it so badly Ivy was more than happy to give it to him. 

Shaking fingers attempted to grasp Ivy’s shirt, but the hybrid gently swatted them away. “Not what I’m after, darling,” he said, voice unnaturally lilting. The drunk man blinked blearily in confusion, but didn’t make another move. Ivy smirked, venomous lips quirking upwards as he leaned in close. 

“Try not to scream.”

{ @monster-or-man }

[mylipsarevenom]

dobrizdravnik‌:

@mylipsarevenom​  said  :  “  Well  that’s  definitely  dislocated  ”  . INTERNAL  INJURY  STARTERS  .

Well  ,  that  was  an  understatement  .  Nicholas  had  been  a  doctor  in  The  American  Revolutionary  War  ,  and  this  was  still one  of  the  more  gruesome  looking  injuries  he’d  ever  seen  :  not  a  simple  dislocation  like  the  other  had  stated  .  DEFINITELY  NOT  .

“  I’m  sure  you  are  already  aware  of  this  sir  ,  but  I  do  not  believe  that  is  a  simple  dislocation  .  No  ,  no  ,  no            it  is  my  PROFESSIONAL  OPINION  that  you’ve  broken  that  limb  of  yours  ”  .  It  was  quite  possible  that  his  denial  of  the  severity  of  his  injury  was  an  attempt  at  a  coping  mechanism  ,  it  was  a  fairly  likely  option            &  &  after  all  ,  it  wasn’t  like  he  had  never  seen  a  SINGLE  PATIENT  in  his  many  centuries  on  this  Earth  that  hadn’t  tried  that  .

He  was  one  of  those  rogues  wasn’t  he  ?  Or  at  the  very  least  he  associated  himself  with  them  .  Nicholas  had  sharp  eyes  and  a  good  memory  (  like  most  ,  if  not  all  vampires  who  were  old  like  he  was  )  ,  and  had  remembered  spotting  him  amongst  the  patrons  at  The  Iceberg  Lounge  when  he  first  went  to  go  meet  with  Oswald  Cobblepot  ,  or  rather            ‘  The  Penguin  ’  as  he’d  preferred  to  be  called  .  Although  that  did  lead  the  doctor  to  conclude  that  he’d  most  likely  obtained  the  injury  through  committing  less  -  than  -  savoury  deeds  ,  that  didn’t  change  the  fact  that  he  needed  to  treat  his  injury  :  after  all  ,  he  wouldn’t  be  a  very  good  doctor  if  he  didn’t  tend  to  all  of  his  patients  .

“  Please  ,            take  a  seat  :  I’ll  give  you  some  pain  killers  ,  and  we’ll  get  this  all  sorted  out  for  you  “  .

Shock. Adrenaline. The venom in his veins almost seemed to burn at the injury that plagued his form. He’d been too slow, too cocky, and look where it had gotten him. Ivy couldn’t very well remember the last time he had voluntarily gone to a hospital. But even he couldn’t do much with a dislocation. Or a broken bone, as the doctor seemed determined to persuade him. Brow furrowing, Ivy gazed at his horridly...misplaced leg. That wasn’t how legs were suppose to look, were they?

Shock. Adrenaline. Shock. Adrenaline. 

Slowly, with less grace than he usually possessed, Ivy did as asked and sat down. He needed to get a hold of himself. Green, vivid eyes glanced at the doctor before him, hands clenching into fists. “Normal pain killers won’t do anything for me...but thank you,” he conceded. Pain still hadn’t flared into his system yet, just a cool numbness. That would change soon, once his fight or flight instincts wore down.

“I haven’t checked, but there might be cuts or scrapes as well. If I’m bleeding, you need to wear gloves. Perhaps several. You do not want to get any on you. Trust me.”

[mylipsarevenom]

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[poison-ivy-shrine]

Poison Ivy in Pop Culture Paganism

Why worship Poison Ivy? What does she represent?

I’m particularly a fan of her portrayal in Cycle of Life and Death.

She used to be everything that was toxic about myself. I thought it better to be alone, to reject humanity (including my own). She was manipulative, and could be cruel.

But she grows (ha) and learns. In Cycle of Life and Death, she learns that her old ways are toxic and begins to shed them for a better life.

She stands for the plants, and respects them.

She has a brilliant mind.

She’s kind to children, the most vulnerable.

She teaches me to be strong.

She teaches me to be tough AND soft.

That it’s okay to have made terrible choices in the past, it’s going forward that matters.

That I can be ambitious.

That I can be independent.

That I can find strength in knowing myself.

She taught me that a lot of my behaviors were rooted in fear, and that I could change.

I have found her energy helpful in the following ways:

* self confidence

* living authentically by shedding toxic behaviors

* transformation

* connecting to plants and animals

* finding inner strength and independence

* eco activism

* healing of past trauma

* living for yourself, not for others

* owning past mistakes, not making excuses for them (Cycle of Life and Death)

Inviting her energy forward also comes with a degree of tough love, be prepared to stand up for yourself and own your choices going forward.

[aquatixwitch]

@mylipsarevenom I thought this was super cool, if not relevant.

[mylipsarevenom]

@eloquentyrant - from here [X]

“You heard what they said! I can hardly be blamed when-” Ivy started, but stopped short. It would be pointless to argue, especially considering he knew he was in the wrong. This time. He’d gotten too...passionate in the stand off. Said the wrong things when they were suppose to have the calm and collected upper hand. Perhaps bringing his newest and most blood thirsty flytraps hadn’t been the smartest idea, but it certainly helped them now.

Taking a mildly shaking breath, Ivy looked over to his companion, brow furrowed in contemplation. “My darlings will take care of them. Follow my lead.” Glancing back at the increasingly bloody mess, Ivy got up off the floor. He came to stand in front of Oswald, offering the other his hand. 

“Come on, they won’t spare you if they catch you. And you’re no use to me as plant food.”

[mylipsarevenom]

prvidnce‌:

“Wow a fan of junkies? That’s sort of a first for me, you are all full of surprises.” The lanky man teased with a big smirk as he moved in closer to the man, leaving himself just inches away.  He had always been self destructive, it was just a lucky mistake he was turned into something that regenerated after each damage. He supposed he couldn’t be too scared of Ivy, knowing that if worst came to worst, he’d just have to get some blood to feel better. 

“I’d love a full dosage.” he said quietly. He let his green eyes study the other man, grinning gently as they leaned in.  His eyes fell shut as he felt Ivy’s lips, and the slight sting that came along with it. He could feel  something changing, but he wasn’t quiet sure what exactly it was. As they pulled apart he looked down to see if his body had any reactions.  He supposed his eating tranquilizers for breakfast had finally paid off.

Still, as he met Ivy’s eyes, he felt an even stronger pull then before. It became more of an urge than a want. “Great.” he whispered with a half smile, as his fingers came up to rub at Ivy’s cheek. “You are a great kisser, really if you ever want to try more….I am a willing victim.” he sang, growing more lovesick by the moment.

Interesting. Such a full onslaught of venom would have had a normal human falling to the ground, smiling dreamily and hazy. Yet the man before him still stood upright. The touch to his cheek, however, clued Ivy in to the slow acting effects. Perhaps his companion was indeed what he claimed to be. Enhanced healing, or at least a more intricate immune system. Ivy wondered just how far he would need to go to give this man the full experience of his little biological gift. 

Ivy chuckled at the other’s words. There was that familiar lovesick quality he expected. Though he was surprisingly more coherent than others, who often could barely speak. He leaned into the touch, being indulgent for a moment. “Already want more, I see. Try to enjoy your first hit, you might not be able to handle anything else.”

Fingers reached forward, lightly tracing up the column of the other’s neck. Ivy smiled softly, deceptive in his gentleness as he turned his head toward’s the fingers on his face. His lips teasingly pressed against them, eyes never leaving the other man. “But you’ve got me curious. I’d love to test your resistance. Thoroughly. How does that sound?”

[mylipsarevenom]

prvidnce‌:

“Sadly just curious don’t work with me.  It’s all good and well and then I’m accidentally killing a guy obsessed with Edgar Allen Poe in a toilet when I was just trying to get blown. I’ll tell you what it was hard going back in that theater and watching The Crow after that.” he sighed, shaking his head.  “The 90s were a weird time, that’s for sure.” he smirked, finishing his glass. 

Arlo’s green eyes followed the stranger as he touched the bartender. At first he wasn’t so impressed but as the effects continued on the man, a grin spread across his lips. “Wow, that’s amazing.” he laughed as he scooted himself closer to the other man. “I want it.” he offered. “I mean I kind of love poisoning myself, alright. I had windshield wiper fluid yesterday because I wanted to try something new.” he explained already leaning closer.  “I mean if you wanna test me anyway….maybe a kiss would be best, you know….give me full dosage and all that.”

Doubt flickered within the hybrid at the slight rejection. Fangs, vampires, whatever, wasn’t something that would surprise Ivy in the slightest. He knew there were plenty of creatures that went bump in the night. If this man was what he claimed to be, however, had yet to be seen. Brow furrowed, Ivy accepted it for now. If he played his cards right, he would get to see proof of those so called fangs later. 

The excitement from the other was unexpected, but quickly had Ivy smirking ever so slightly in response. He leaned forward, long fingers reaching out to cradle the man’s jaw. “Oh I love people like you. Always looking for a hit,” he murmured fondly. “A full dosage? Gladly.”

Without waiting for another word, Ivy closed the small distance between them. Venomous lips pressed against Arlo’s own, the kiss deep and delicate. He let it linger, let the poison have time to thoroughly enter the other’s skin. Closed mouth and teasing, Ivy nipped lightly at the man’s lower lip before parting. Green eyes watched expectantly, a chuckle leaving his mouth. “Well? How does it feel?”

[mylipsarevenom]

beetleshow‌:

    arkham started to become his new little playground: and a fun one, may he add !!   between whispers of him trying to make deals with the inmates, and the screams of those who thought they were hallucinating, it was something, and at least, he wasn’t in a boring office doing nothing all day.  he was in the field - playing.

    right now, he sits in the bed across the villain’s: maybe he didn’t have a cellmate, maybe the cellmate wasn’t just there, didn’t matter: he managed to catch him alone. 

     ❝ — hello there, handsome. ❞  he has his legs crossed and at this point, made himself very much at home.   ❝ my, you don’t look so good. ❞

@mylipsarevenom / ♥’d for a starter.

The sudden appearance of another man in his cell was a first, but not the strangest, thing that had happened to him in Arkham. Ivy flinch, gritting at the man and slowly shifting to a sitting position in his bed. Green, vivid eyes widen briefly before glaring at the intruder. 

“There’s no sunlight in here,” he muttered in reply, as if it were painfully obvious. 

Studying the man before him, the hybrid tilted his head, curious and finally no longer bored out of his mind. “I bet you’re the one causing all the trouble,” Ivy said, tone lilting and voice unnaturally melodic. “It’ll take more than a few magic tricks to make me scream, darling.”

[sphinxmemesmusings]

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[mylipsarevenom]

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thejestersiren‌:

“I try to but they just laugh or interrupt with how I should sing it.” She laughed softly against his neck and shook her head. “The snapdragons are a little nicer about it though.” Harley smiled and nuzzled into him. “Did you have a good trip at least?”

“They mean well. They wouldn’t talk to you if they didn’t like you,” Ivy replied, chuckling softly at the information. He spun Harley once, bringing her out before pulling back in, closer than before. “I did, but I missed you terribly. Have you been causing chaos while I was away?”

[mylipsarevenom]

jonathancrane-scarecrows‌:

People started becoming violent as they attacked others seeing them as monsters, things they feared, people they feared. Scarecrow was amused as they attacked one another and others had fled in their fear. He hadnt expected someone to be immune to his toxins. He stops close to the display looking Ivy over. His eyes then flicker to the display case they both seemed to be there for.

“ Indeed I am. I’ve been here longer than you. Planning this since it first got here.” He wouldnt just let the other take it and run. They only had so much time until police would get there. “ I need it more than you do.”

“Too bad I don’t care,” Ivy replied flippantly, fingers brushing over the glass. His other hand slowly reached into his pocket. Spores, quick and deadly, laid inside. Should he call upon them they would flourish and attack. That is, if he didn’t use his personal brand of poison on the other first. It would be difficult, though, considering the other didn’t appear to have any skin revealing. A challenge, but not impossible.

“Finders keepers, as they say. Tell you what, I’ll give you a kiss for it. Fair enough?”

[mylipsarevenom]

takeabiteoutofyou‌:

“I want you in my future, too. Just as much as I want to be in yours,” she whispered, hating getting his confession now when she was fighting for her own rights in this….relationship? It was, wasn’t it, whether Ivy admitted to it or not. They did far more than spend hours in bed, but talked, and gotten to see each other’s deepest parts. She’d seen the way he looked when something bothered him, the furrow to his brows, his lips pursed in thought. It was because of him, she had these succulents and potted plants, a testament to the ways they’d snuck into each other’s lives. Izzie would bet half these plants, that there were things she left at his house, that he hadn’t thrown out, but left to hold their important place there.

But, why now, when she needed to break, did all of this come to light now?

"I just…want to know that you care for me. Not because I’m fucking you, but…I don’t know.” No, she knew, and he was right. He might never give her anything to the degree a romantic partner would give her. But he was here, and fuck, why did it hurt worse than thinking he’d walk away without telling her anything.

“It’s bad, when I wish you were mine and mine only, and it hurts knowing I’ll give you all of me, without getting all of you.” Her hands reached to stroke his chest, where she desperately wanted to crack open and slither inside. Make a little nest for herself and never leave. “I want to see all of you, but I won’t, will I? We are meant to be in each other’s lives, but maybe not now.”

@mylipsarevenom​

There was a part of Ivy that wished he could deny her words and give her what she wanted. For some, it would be easy. To give in and play house. Accept this beautiful woman and all she had to offer. Ivy wasn’t a fool, he knew that someone else would snatch up Izzie one day. They would cherish her in ways he never would allow himself to do. And it would be hard to watch, but necessary. 

“I care for you immensely,” he finally replied. He could admit that, at least. Fingers released her face, coming to gently lay upon her own hands that stroked his chest. “If we never had sex again I would still care for you. You’re my companion. My friend, even if that word causes more harm than good.”

A sigh, soft but honest, escaped venomous lips. Eyes fluttered closed, chest aching in ways he hadn’t anticipated nor wanted. But it would be an insult to her not to feel this. He could give her that, at least. 

“You may not have all of me, darling, but you do have a part of me that no one else ever will. Ban me from your bed if you must. Don’t allow me to touch you, even, if that will help. But know that I will still be there for you, should you need me. That will never change.”

[mylipsarevenom]

prvidnce‌:

Arlo rose his brow at the other. “Oh you want to see my fangs eh? Is that a sexual thing for you then?” He continued to tease, grinning to himself. He ordered another whiskey, already starting to nurse it as he listened to the other man, grinning to himself.  He leaned in closer, studying the man in return, and humming. 

“Show me.” he retorted, interest spreading across his entire face.  “I mean I’ll be honest I’ve seen a lot of shit, alright so it might not surprise me, but who knows, maybe it will.” he hummed, raising an eyebrow. “So what kind of monster are you then, babe?”

“Maybe I’m just curious,” Ivy replied, tone falsely casual. His eyes, intent and almost glowing unnaturally, told a different story. “Nothing wrong with a little biting.” Sipping the last of his drink, the hybrid placed the empty glass on the bar. He denied another one with a simple shake of his head to the bartender. 

Before the bartender left, however, Ivy stopped him by gently grabbing onto his wrist. The hybrid’s eyes remained on his companion, poisonous lips smirking at the challenge. “A venomous one,” he supplied, tone light with a curl of mischief. Fingertips grazed over the bartender’s wrist before Ivy brought the skin up to his lips, giving it a quick peck. The veins in the bartender’s arm slowly morphed, a dark green substance seeming to pass through. In response, the bartender gasped softly, gaze transforming into something hazy and...oddly lovesick as Ivy let him go. Ivy gave the bartender a quick wink, who smiled almost too brightly. Adoringly even as his body shook softly.

[mylipsarevenom]

❌

Biting

“It’s a selective kink, but biting can be wonderful. Especially if that person has a harsh bite in just the right way. I don’t really bite in return, though. My lips usually do enough...damage, as it is. Not that I’ve heard many complaints.”

{ @idontkillorphans }

[mylipsarevenom]

❌

Hair Pulling

“My hair has always been a ‘safe zone’ in regards to my poisonous touch, so it’s not surprising that pulling it has become sensitive. Whether it’s someone grabbing my hair while I’m between their legs or bringing be closer when they’re behind me...it’s all very good.”

{ @thejestersiren }