* 𝓥𝔢ₙᵤₛ F𝑙y—t𝘳𝚊𝔭.

𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾  𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍  𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅     … ———𝘪𝘵'𝘴  𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵.  

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...     It doesn't have to be eden,   but I could make it like that;   a place of creation,    flecked with green,   honey always within reach.       ❞     i. ii. iii. iv.

vendetta's  private & selective, pamela isley;    poison ivy.     [ 𑁍 ]  mixed media inspiration,   headcannon,   &   extensive portrayal.   based primarily around ivy's current run by wilson' & takara for visage   &   characterization purposes  -  account will also present body horror, cannibalism, ecological horror, general villainy & criminal activity,  please be cautious when following.

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

giggling.... 🤭

[bloodiedflora]

Mmm ouu forever my favourite plant lady

[oprimordia]

           //       presenting,       ...      vendetta's   Living   Darkhold.,

[grooveys]

Mary Jane Watson was meant for the tabloids and the gossip. Reveled in being in the spotlight ever since she was a child. ( If that wasn't the case, she would never be in the business of being famous! ) Maybe something about walking the thin line of good and bad was enticing. Intrigued by the moral compass villains lacked. She always needed to be the good guy, always expected to fall for the nice one. Granted, MJ track record with relationships was almost as poor as sales were for The Beatles Unfinished Music No. 1 : Two Virgins. Harry, Peter - maybe the problem was just men and always giving her a damn headache! Pamela Isley seemed to be the opposite, ironically. Absolutely enticing and provokingly attractive. This was no normal lust. In fact, she is sure to be reprimanded by someone at a later time for falling for such a being. ( Oh, how susceptible the little miss go - go is! )

Hands wonder her body, a tingle is sent through Mary Jane's body. A sting to the nerves but bearable. She notices how cautious the poisonous vixen is with her gentle, fragile body. There's a smile in - between their lips, struggling to pull away out of her own free will. Mary Jane simply could not get enough of the notorious Poison Ivy. " Mhm. " She hums into the kiss before taking a moments break, grinning at the cameras facing towards the two before attention is redirected to the red head. " What story do you think they'll run with, Tiger? "

@rotinto , moved.

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A  CHUCKLE  OF  LOTUS  BLOSSOMS  REFLECTS  THE  SMILE  UPON  HER  BRIMS;   how  sweet  of  her  to  think  budding  femina  cares  what  about  the  thought  of  cattle?   she  doesn't.   she  never  will.     “   mm..   the  same  old,   boring  synopsis.   that  i’ve  tempted,   captured,   and  controlled  you   …   “    there’s  an  urge  to  follow  mary—jane  to  her  steadfast  position;   to  bite,   to  carve,   to  eat  her  raw..   the  villain  &  apex  predator  in  her  says  ‘   it’s  the  only  good  part  of  the  circle  of  life.   ’     as  natural  as  she  is  taking  in  carbon  dioxide  and  giving  love  oxygen,   as  the  sun  rising  every  morning,   as  flycatcher  capturing  fly.   and  as  carnivorous  as  she  may  be,   she  mustn’t  harm  blooming  rose  still.   there  are  things  to  do.      

“    but  little  do  they  know,   it  is  you  that  has  me,   miss  starlet.   “     it  is  disgustingly  true.   this  was  the  exact  opposite  for  ivy  &  her  sea  of  lovers,   she  was  the  one  always  playing   the  bad   guy  &  adorned  in  lily  pads,   moss,   &  sea—water.     man—eater  be  damned,   she’s  been  positively  domesticated.   for  the  moment  being,   that  is.   hanging  greens  dare  to  fixate  on  lips  she  just  left,   mind  already  reminiscing  on  the  feeling  of  them.     hand  moves  up  to  capture  chin,    “   shall  i  let  you  explain  yourself  to  them?   ———or  keep  them  guessing?   “

[barbiesmind]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from "Late Bloomer", Instructions for Traveling West

[dailydccomics]

Poison Ivy by Chay Ruby

[kuutamosonaatti]

Phenomena (1985) | dir. Dario Argento

[skaifather]

// presenting, ... vendetta's Herald of Thunder.,

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“   I  KNOW  ALIENS,   LOVE,   but  you  are  something  different.   “   it’s  her,  the  green  and  her  children..   searching  to  find  something  imbued  in  them  to  use.   perhaps  this  was..   unkind  for  a  first  meeting.   granted,  ivy  was  never  known  for  her  kindness.   but  could  you  blame  the  curious  for  trying  to  satisfy  the  whining  cat?     the  thumping  of  their  cosmos  is  familiar,   almost  like  kin  but  too  foreign  to  name.   but  she’s  trying..    they’re  trying.   the  adam  or  atom,  she  wasn’t  really  listening  again..   instead  her  mind  was  whispering  directions  to  her  pretties  underneath  churning  mulch,     FIND  THEIR  BONES..   WE  WANT  TO  KNOW  WHAT  THEY’RE  MADE  OF.     the  answer  had  to  be  more  fascinating  than  the  question.   tendrils  of  evergreen  are  winding  beneath  @soulbarer 's  feet  in  search  of  collagen  &  calcium..   but  they  seem  to  be  coming  up  empty?  

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unfortunately i miss thor.

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BEHOLD. @skaifather.

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unfortunately i miss thor.

[spiritofthemeadow]

peonies are my mom's favorite flower 🤍

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// SEA  OF  GREEN  INHABITS  THE  CAT  IN  IT'S  SIGHTS,   IT'S  BEEN  A  WHILE.   six  or  so  months,   she  hadn't  been  counting..     smooth  allure  cares  forth  word.   “   you  were  missed,   @drunivers.     …   i  mean———by  harleen.  of  course.   “   creeping  vines  start  to  climb  a  stairwell;   blossoming  hybrid  of  valerian,   infused  with  notes   of  rose  &  tobacco  vanille;   incredibly  attractive  to  felines.   who  said  selina  was  only  fan  of  puns?   a  bud  is  so  carefully  plucked  from  nearest  branch,   “   i’m  assuming  you  were  with  the  bat  again..   “    it  was  spoken  with  mild  amusement..   emphasis  on  mild.   she  never  understood  her..   romantic  infatuation  with  the  brooding  brute.   perhaps  it  was  coping,   or  some  ploy  for  information  she  hadn’t  &  wouldn’t  dare  try.   to  each  their  own,   she  guessed.   glare  had  turned  judgmental  before  eye—roll.   placing  flower  bud  into  beloved  frenemies’  palm  with  assumption  upon  plush  lips,   “   don’t  tell  me  he  dumped  you..   the  asylum  is  awful  this  time  of  year.   and  harley  and  her  guns..     god.     imagine  the  war-zone  of  gotham   ...   “     ...   actually———that  sounds  like  a  lovely  idea.   she'd  have  to  nest  the  idea  for  the  future.  

[corali-studio]

Plant mom hanging up with a d3ad crowd. Literally 🧟.

[pigeonflavouredcake]

The feminine urge to disappear into the forest with an empty notebook and return with a completed herbology encyclopaedia