Lady of the Green.

[joechoui]

every time i draw poison ivy her outfits get progressively more casual. stop by in a few weeks and she’ll be wearing a snuggie

[lovealtars]

Poison Ivy in Batman: Battle for the Cowl #1

[poisonivley]

excessivelyalive·:

@poisonivley liked for an event starter!

Miriam has been trying to figure out her way into this club for the last hour or so. It’s not a her problem, at least right now, she’s charming and sweet and can manage to not act all a fool when she focuses. Which is right about now. Unfortunately, they’re so busy that she can’t work her magic to get in. So, Miriam hunts diligently for alternatives.  

“Hey,” target spotted. She skips her way over, and juts a thumb over towards Chanterelle Club. “Have you gotten them to let you in yet?” 

❧

At the initiation, Ivy looks up and eye’s over the woman as she asks her question. It seemed like a stupid one- if she was in then she wouldn’t be out here. Unless the question was meant to be asked for prior experience. Green eyes follow the jut of a thumb to the burly bouncers at the clubs entrance.

“Easily.” Ivy answers, and it’s clear shes not going to give the secret as to how, but for this woman she didn’t have to be completely unhelpful... and she could use a drink. “I suppose I could get them to let you in if you want.”

[poisonivley]

jesteresss·:

The reality of Ivy’s situation weighed heavy on her chest and all she could do was follow as the other woman led her towards a park. She hadn’t wanted to be right, but she was– this place had taken something else from Ivy, something much more personal than explosives and firearms. It had taken a part of her, something that made Ivy Ivy. She couldn’t even imagine what it must be like, to try and find a connection to something, only for it to be in vain. It must be like losing one of your senses.

Harley knew cruel but that was nothing compared to this. 

She watched as Ivy placed a hand against the trunk of a large tree and bit her lip in anticipation as she too willed it to do something, anything. Ivy was right about something, though. They hadn’t ever been in a situation like this. Harley felt helpless, frustrated, knowing that she couldn’t physically do anything to make it better. All she could do was be there for her best girl and be that pillar of support Ivy had been for her all these years. 

That didn’t mean she couldn’t be angry because, boy, was she mad. 

She was definitely going to find a way to have some stern words with that little snotgoblin princess if it was the last thing she did. For now, though, Ivy needed her and she was damn well going to be there for her. She took a breath and listened and as Ivy loosened her grip on her hand, Harley didn’t falter. She took a small step forward, giving Ivy’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Pammy… I’m not gonna pretend I get it, ‘cuz I don’t. But you’re not alone.” It was Harley and Ivy vs Whatever The Shitfuck Is Going On Here, as far as she was concerned right now. “I.. I’m not gonna pretend I know how this place works, ‘cuz I don’t. I wish I knew but I’m just as lost as you… But we’re gonna figure it out, and I’m gonna be there for ya… jus’ like you’ve always been there for me.” Even when I didn’t want you to be, she thought to herself. “I know it ain’t easy and I know it hurts, but me an’ you? We’re the dream team, remember?” She released her hand and moved to stand in front of her as she gave her girl her best reassuring smile. She’d burn this place to the goddamn ground before she let anyone take advantage of her. Wow, look at her being the level-headed one for once. 

❧

The last statement from her lips felt heavy. The admittance that she was disconnected from something that so was so instrumental in her life had been avoided thus far and it was only because no one in this place was worthy enough to know such sensitive information. She could have admitted it to herself of course, but that had been so very hard to do without support. It seemed that Harley was burden with being that.

After a sullen moment of letting that information skin in, Harley speaks up and Ivy lifts her head to look at her. It wasn't often she sounded so clam and level-headed, truth be told Ivy didn't expect it. It was nice though, to be able to rely on someone.

"Right... the dream team." The words didn't sound as confident coming from her as they did from Harley. She knew Harley was trying, but even that sentiment didn't help. Ivy wouldn't feel right until her connection to the Green was restored. It was sweet that Harley was trying though, and the botanist had to remind herself that she needed to be more open to the help that was offered. It was so easy to lash out and close herself off.

With a soft sigh she pushes her hair back over her shoulder and turns to Harley. Wordlessly she wraps her arms around the clown and drops her head to a shoulder. Ivy was a lot of things, and the thorn from the rose was always what anyone ever saw... Harley was an exception to that. She was grateful and though it wasn't said she showed her appreciation in the embrace given.

After a moment she lets go, yet another sigh leaving her lips before she's looked back to Harley with a tiny smile. "...now enough of my problems... do you.. plan on making yourself at home here?"

[failed-mad-scientist]

Poison Ivy - Dan Mora

[mercinhard]

@poisonivley​ || sc.

  Wade has really had a roller coaster of an arrival. Losing his cool, cool swords and his cool, cool guns and his favorite fast food chain has really taken a toll. He’s weakened more than he ever thought he could be - stripped of all that makes him The Amazing Deadpool-Man. Or so he thought, and then he happens upon a vaguely familiar looking woman with long red hair and an affinity for Green.

  “Wait a minute… who are you?” She looks too familiar to be a real stranger… an ex, maybe? A cashier from the Fantasy Costco-Denny’s? He’s been there a lot lately, apparently it’s where all your dreams come true - and they’ve got a deal for you. No… she’s definitely too hot to be someone he’s met and forgotten. That thought at once lights a bulb in his brain cell, and he pounds the bottom of his fist down on his palm. “Poison Ivy? Oh shit, is that you? You’re looking, uh… less green. Normally I’d say it’s a good thing that someone isn’t green, but this feels like the worst kind of white-washing compared to usual. Are you okay? That’s a dumb question. Let me try again. Do you need some fertilizer, or uh… sunlight? A distraction, that’s what you need.” His hands move quickly to lift the bottom of his mask, revealing the lower half of his face. “Do you wanna murder-kiss me again?”

[poisonivley]

❧

There really shouldn't be anyone here that would recognize her, unless more individuals from Gotham showed up. Hopefully that wouldn't happen, the only one good in her book was already here- save for Cat, on good days. Still Ivy turns as she's addressed, a frown already set on her face before she's furrowing her brow at the red suit. Oh right... she had seen him before.

With a sigh she turns her full attention on him, crossing her arms as he rambles. She could say it wasn't her, it's what she probably should say- but this man seemed to have weird knowledge about her already anyway. It was likely he knew Pamela Isley- that name was unfortunately closely related to Poison Ivy. Not a great under cover alias.

She tiles her head to regard him and wonders why he would want to help. Fresh fertilizer would probably feel amazing right now, even sitting in a pool of water might help lighten her mood. How would he know what she might need?

It was thoughtful, but she was suspicious. What should he gain from wanting to help her? "Why do you care?" She asks, straight to the point. Actually, she didn't even care enough to know the reason. Dropping her hands she turns to continue on her path- though there was a slightly new destination in mind. "If you want to help, then leave me alone."

[poisonivley]

jesteresss·:

Her tone catches Harley off-guard somewhat, causing her to raise an eyebrow. This place really had Ivy riled up– she understood the displeasure of winding up somewhere completely unfamiliar with no real recollection of getting there. However as Ivy begins to explain, Harley couldn’t deny the feeling of dread that washed over her. The inflatable hammer was fun but she had noticed she’d arrived here with no real weapons– no giant mallet, no baseball bat, no guns, explosives, nothing. Nada. 

But Ivy didn’t use anything like that. That cold feeling only got worse and she really hoped her suspicions were wrong. “Ives… what do ya mean you’re not yourself? And what d’ya mean there’s no way out! There has ta be!” Maybe… maybe she just didn’t look hard enough– no, this was Ivy, Harley trusted her and if she said there was no way out, then… 

She supposed it was her turn to keep everything together, like Ivy had done for her so many times before. “Okay. Okay… one problem at a time. We’ve been in worse situations before, right?” She tried to give an encouraging smile. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.”

❧

"I'm not me!" She replies with more force. Could Harley not tell? Maybe they weren't as close as she thought? No, that was an unfair thing to think. Harley couldn't know if she wasn't told and to anticipate her to see the difference Ivy felt in her very being was an incredibly high expectation. It wasn't a visible thing.

Rouge tresses fall in front of her face as she shakes her head vigorously. "We've never been in a situation like this." Ivy replies before she grabs Harley's hand and turns to pull her along with the intention of taking her over to the park less than a block away. "Everything else we've ever encountered... I have always been able to feel myself. Feel the Green. I can't feel it here Harley, I can't even help a simple dandelion grow!"

They walk into the park a few feet and she presses her free hand against the bark of a tree. "You know the kind of things I can do... you know... you can speak to me through any plant-life..." She still holds Harley's hand while she closes her eyes and focuses- communicating with the Green never took so much effort before. No matter how many times she tried she couldn't feel or hear a thing. She wanted the tree to move, she wanted it's roots to break through the ground and split the dirt, the branches to twist and turn and reach out- but nothing happened, save for the quiver of a few branches from a light breeze.

With a sigh Ivy drops her hand and her head, the hold on Harley loosens. "if you tried that now I wouldn't be able to hear you... I don't know how... but my connection to the Green is severed..."

[loveydoveyfemme-archive-deactiv]

“I don’t need anybody. I just wish… I wish I had someone like me.”

happy gift exchange day to my lovely secret snowflake, @lesbianmjolnir. i hope you like it!

[poisonivley]

jesteresss​:

The hug almost knocked the wind out of her, though it wasn’t unwelcome. However, she was somewhat concerned. Ivy was always the cooler of the two, she kept a level head and she was always there to pull Harley out of the darkest of places– something she had perhaps taken for granted over the years. Harley knew her best friend well enough to know that something wasn’t exactly right, and it wasn’t just their current predicament. She returned the hug and gave Ivy’s cheek a swift peck before she fully pulled away. 

A good question. How did she get here? She still didn’t know where here was. “Nope… I just woke up here. I think?” It was fuzzy, she was just… here. “There was this princess, y’know, on the big tv…” Honestly she wasn’t really listening to what she said, and with most things, she’d probably find out later after getting herself into trouble but at least she wasn’t alone– she had Ivy now! 

Ivy was her priority. “Are you okay?”

❧

The small shred of hope that Harley had managed to get here of her own volition vanished in an instant. With a sigh green eyes drop down as do her hands, falling away from Harley's shoulders and dragging down her arms until they no longer touched. "Oh yes, the princess." Her voice holds so much venom that she quite literally would have been speaking it if.... she had any toxicity in her blood. Whatever was there had been rendered dormant somehow.

With a pout on her lips her arms draw in to hold herself as she looks back up at Harley. Is she okay? "...No..." Ivy answers honestly. She hates feeling weak but she owes her only friend this truth. Anyone else would take advantage of this weakness, Harley wouldn't.

"I'm not okay. I'm not... me." With a frustrated stomp she clutches her hands into fists and trusts them down. "I fucking hate this place, there's no way out!"

[poisonivley]

almdros·:

  Although Hild spent the latter half of her life learning the behavior of animals, she understood people to be just as territorial, if not more so – some lay claim to the earth for whimsy instead of survival, and disputes often arose out of principle ( animals are better than us ); but the inherent reason for territoriality across the gamut of all living things remained the same at its core. According to her own logic, she had an understanding of why the woman could be cross with her, and upon being asked what she was doing, her gaze returned to the berry plant she was crouched in front of.

“ Ah. I was drawing this plant. ” The pages of her notebook were already half-full with drawings and the intelligible scrawl of a near-forgotten alphabet. Each plant was allocated its own page, and even though the one she has been working on was not finished, she closed the notebook and stood, preparing to take her leave. “ This country has many species of plants I’m unfamiliar with… they are easier to remember if I draw them. ”

❧

Initially abrasive, Ivy finds it hard to trust anyone especially in the state she's in currently. Her suspicious gaze shifts to catch the scribbled illustration resembling the plant, it's not half bad- you could tell what kind of plant it was at least. Well, she could.  

Ivy's attitude softens a bit, she respected those that wanted to learn about her precious nature. So long as they respected the Green. "And why would you want to remember them? Planning on making a salad? A tea? A bracelet?" She grumbles in a bitter tone and drops her hands to walk closer. Close enough to touch the leaves of the bush. There's a long, quiet moment as she waits to feel it - the Green - breath held in anticipation and...

Nothing. With a defeated sigh she drops her hand away and turns. There's a brief expression of pure sorrow before it's wiped away with a look of annoyance and she's frowning at the woman near by. "Shouldn't you be leaving?"

[jesteresss]

@poisonivley​

Waking up in a strange place with no memory of getting there was not exactly unusual for Harley. While this place was nicer than some of the hellholes she’d ended up in, it didn’t mean she was any less confused. Still, she had an apartment for some reason, a large inflatable mallet (which she had to admit did look quite fun) but the absence of the rest of her toys did irk her slightly. Again, not that unusual. She’d figure it out later. 

She hadn’t expected to find Poison Ivy here at all, much less as quick as she did, though a huge wave of relief washed over her the moment she caught sight of her. At least she wasn’t in this strange place alone– they’d find a way home together.

With the ridiculously large inflatable mallet in hand and her usual mischievous smile, Harley crept up behind her best girl, raised the hammer upward and very gently bonked her head with a sing-song-y “boop!” to make her presence known.

“Hey Red! I am so glad I found ya… wherever here is. Where are we?”

[poisonivley]

❧

Ivy wasn’t typically so easily lost in thought, needless to say the misfortune of this predicament was sinking in now and she hardly was the hopeful type. Especially when she was detached from a key essence of her existence. She wasn’t typically an easy person to sneak up on either, nevertheless Harley’s presence was completely unknown until the boop of an inflatable toy hit the back of her head. In the next second she turned to see Harley Quinn.

“Harley?!” She’s briefly stunned as she looks over her friend. The longing for familiarity and fulfillment of it just at seeing her hits fast. Lunging forward she wraps her arms around Gothams Clown Princess and hugs her tight. It’s a little unusual for Ivy to be so emotional and to initiate physical contact like this- but screw the usual. She’s feeling so goddamn lost in this city and like a knight in skimpy armor Harley shows up. She has a connection again, the connection to humanity.

After a second of holding her tight Ivy’s hands fall to Harleys shoulder and she holds her out. “How did you get here? Do you remember anything at all?”

[freckledoctopus]

be gay do crimes, as the kids say

[wavefelled]

@poisonivley​

he used to joke that he was good with his hands, but then he had gotten his memories back and that phrase had become more meaningful. Ian would not have considered himself to be crafty, but it turned out that he was. even if the myriad bracelets and necklaces he used to sell to women on the beach were mostly fakes, he still put some of them together. the shells and pearls were pretty, just…not the real thing.

as he walked through the park and into the meadow, Ian put the final touches on a delicate bracelet made of grass and, admittedly, mostly weeds. it was admirable, but the flowers were small and it wouldn’t last long. fleeting beauty, he supposed. the voice of a certain someone rings in his head, lecturing him on proper flower placement again, but he ignores it. he has a goal in mind…and that’s pawning the bracelet off on someone.

it doesn’t take long to find someone perfect. she almost seems like she belongs among the plants somehow, and possesses the type of beauty that seems dangerous. good thing Ian liked a little danger–

“I’ve gotta say,” he begins, extending the bracelet in his hand towards her, “a beauty like yourself looks like she should have more jewelry to match.”

[poisonivley]

❧

Ivy sits in the grass, a hand idly caressing the roots above ground of the tree she is under. Quietly thanking it and desperately wishing to suddenly feel it reply. The empty ache her disconnection left grew deeper as silence from her beloved prolonged. The silence she dwelled on was interrupted, unsurprisingly. She couldn’t even wallow in peace. Her shoulders shake as she takes a deep breath in an attempt to clam herself before turning to unwanted company.

The meditated breath doesn’t help. There is nothing soft or inviting about the expression she shoots as she glances from the extended bracelet to the face of the young man holding it. Pushing off of the roots she stands.

“Oh, should I? I suppose I should thank you for the compliment and for handing me a bracelet made of dead plants. What do you expect to have in return for giving me such a generous gift? Please, tell me.” Despite the harsh words her tone is deceptively sweet, and as her gaze narrows she leans closer to him- fingers grazing the palm of his hand as she takes the bracelet.

[almdros-deactivated20210321]

  Terra’s parks abounded with flora, the likes of which were utterly unknown to her native Norwegian mountains. Some bore berries, others stung her on contact, and try as she might to recall each of their effects, she found difficulty in memorizing the minutiae details between them. Being that no respectable hunter could get by without understanding the land, she came upon the idea of taking field notes in a traveler’s journal, where she would sketch the different species of plants she came upon. It was… fun. It was much like creating diagrams for machines, except the product gained was not physical–it was knowledge.

Crouched in front of stout plant laden in berries, she carefully etched out its figure upon the page. With only a graphite pencil, she could not quite render the colors, and the correct words with which to label them escaped her–she had not needed to practice written language in over a decade. As she peered far back in her memories for any trace of how to write the words of colors, she became aware of someone else nearby. Peering over her shoulder, a woman approached through the thicket – a woman who, by the way she moved, appeared familiar with the verdant terrain. Could this land be hers, official or otherwise?

“ I don’t mind moving somewhere else. So let me know if I should leave.” / @poisonivley​

[poisonivley]

❧

As much as she hated it, it was dangerous for Ivy to stay out at night when she was so weak. She preferred the park to the apartment, but she wouldn't live in it- not yet anyway. She held a hatred for her surroundings and every person she met in it, even if they weren't directly responsible for this predicament. The only place she felt a shred on comfort in where the parks, but even then it hurt to be among the flora and feel them speak with her.

The last thing she wanted was the company of a human in what she considered her safe space. Normally she wouldn't be surprise to come across someone in the park. The trees used to tell her when someone was there and the endless reminder of her disconnection with the Green only made her more and more bitter.

There's a hardened glare on her expression as she walks forward with purpose, ready to snap at anyone disrupting the peace in this area- however... the brash stride she takes slows to a stop as she glances at the notebook in the hand of the unknown woman.

"You should leave." Ivy replies as she crosses her arms. "But before you do- tell me what you're doing here?" Her tone is demanding and accusatory. She can't know this womans intentions, couldn't ask the bush... and if she wasn’t given an answer she had other ways to get that.

[halfwayriight]

[devildrop]

     Normally his interest in others was  FLEETING  at best. Gentle prods to figure out what kind of person they were to simply store the information away on a shelf. Nothing but files to sift through when the time arose that he’d need to call on one of them. Some might say it was his way of ‘ building connections ’ but if you asked him it was merely an  ARCHIVE  of convenience. To call anyone a connection of his implied there was something of substance to be had and he didn’t care to establish anything of the sort.  BUT  there was something about this woman he couldn’t quite place— apart from being an undeniable beauty. ( More than anyone he’d seen so far ). Though he had a hunch she  WASN’T  a model.

          “ Excuse me, Miss~ ! You’re new here aren’t you ? Of course you are ! I’d remember seeing someone like  YOU  around. ”

     Just a moment was spared for admiration— not long enough to express any sort of clear interest— before he continued on. “ You’re just really  REALLY  pretty ! What kind of products do you use ? Did you bring them with you by any chance ? Y’see, I’ve been wanting to try something new but nobody I’ve talked to really pays attention to that kind of stuff. ” A feigned pout was the cherry atop his  SMALL  bombardment.

                                            『 @poisonivley​​ 』

[poisonivley]

❧

Ivy hated it here. Gotham was an awful place and she had only been gone for a week or so but she missed so much of that shit hole. But it had less to do about the place than what she could do - here she felt powerless and lost. It really put an edge on her mood.

Excuse me miss-

Jaw stiffening she turns green eyes on a smile. It felt fake, but then again any expression from a male was fake as far as she was concerned. When a conversation like this gets started she can't help but to wonder what the end game was. No one really spoke with her just for conversation, humans always wanted something- the greedy bastards. Men in particular thought they owned everything.

Despite the cheerful approach he's meet with an unamused frown. In the brief second of silence she gives no response, her mood was much too sour to play along in this scenario.

" An inquiry for skincare products? " Ivy replies flatly, a single brow arching. Crossing her arms she looks him up and down. " I will admit it's an interesting ice breaker, but I'm not in the mood for games. Why don't you tell me what you're really after? "

[poisonivley]

necronomiikon·:

Sylvia recoiled slightly at the blast of anger directed at her.  Clearly she was speaking to someone with a deep love and appreciation for plants; it was best to tread lightly.  “Ah, I suppose you have a point.”  She felt honesty was the best policy, despite knowing her next statement was going to put her in the line of fire again.  “I was planning on making tea out of it.”  A pause.  “You’re right, it’s hypocritical to care about this flower just because there’s only one.”

She looked down at the flowers she had carefully placed in her basket.  “I actively make sure I never take more than I would use.  I always make sure that there’s plenty left behind so that they can germinate and spread, but I guess not everyone feels the same way.  If everyone is picking flowers then there won’t be any left.”  Perhaps that was part of the reason she was upset.

“I promise you I’m not the type to spread pesticides or trim plants.  If you saw my house back home, you wouldn’t even notice there’s a structure.  It’s so overgrown with ivy that I have to pin it back to get through the door and see out the windows.  I never cut it though.  The way I see it, I’m in the way of the ivy.  I grow pumpkins outside when they’re in season, but I leave them for the deer and other critters who pass by.

“I suppose I’m prioritizing certain types of plants over the other in that case.  I’ll have to be more mindful from now on.”  Sylvia felt quite introspective; she’d never really thought about it that way.  “There’s nothing I can do about the flowers I’ve already picked, but I won’t pick others from now on.”  She nodded at her conclusion.

❧

Of course she was right. The admittance from the girl saved her from a prolonged lecture. Ivy shifts her icy gaze to the basket hanging on her arm, where the lives cut short waited to be boiled for tea. If she used severed human baby heads for tea there would be more of an uproar, no doubt. Nothing could be done about the flowers already lost, at the very least their lives wouldn't be completely wasted.

" All I hear is more cheap sentiment. Why don't you pat yourself on the back. " With a roll of her eyes Ivy shifts her attention back to the Pink Whirls. The hardened expression on her faces softens, melancholic, as she sighs and gently brushes a finger under the petals. I'm sorry. She closes her eyes and focus but the silence in response to her message hurts. Her eyes sting as she opens them and looks up at the young lady still standing.

Pushing herself up from the grass Ivy tucks her notebook into a pocket. " You could plant more than you take. " She spits out, matter-of-fact. It wasn't that hard to think of, and shouldn't be for someone who thought they might be in the way of the ivy- she certainly was.

" There's also a market in this god-forsaken town that sells teas, or grow a garden specifically to cultivate plants for your own teas. " Without asking Ivy reaches into the basket and plucks up the bud of a flower. " You see there are other options than to just go around cutting off the buds of the flowers growing here, " she tsks and gently places the bud back into her basket. " It's awfully risky of you to make tea out of a flower you think you know. "