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“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ”
“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”
“ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ”
“ i wish i could hate you. ”
“ take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ”
“ i need you to trust me. ”
“ i missed/miss you. ”
“ she/he won’t listen to me. ”
“ let me do this for you. please. ”
“ is there anything else you want to say to me? ”
“ tell me something happy. ”
“ promise me. ”
“ i just want/wanted to help. ”
“ let me explain. ”
“ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ”
“ i’m on your side. ”
“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”
“ please, tell me you have a plan. ”
“ stay with me tonight. ”
“ don’t go. please. ”
“ i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ”
“ talk to me. ”
“ i did what i had to do. ”
“ we can’t keep going on like this. ”
“ i’m just tired. ”
“ i’m scared. ”
“ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ”
“ it’s better to expect disappointment. ”
“ hope is dangerous. ”
“ i like seeing you smile. ”
“ you look beautiful. ”
“ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”
“ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ”
“ i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up. ”
“ have a drink with me. ”
“ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ”
“ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ”
“ can i help you? ”
“ i thought you’d like this. ”
“ do you wanna get out of here? ”
“ walk with me? ”
“ well, shit. ”
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I’ve noticed a few followers and reblogs on this solo rp. I’m still active, but my dog has been sick and it’s kicking my butt. However, I’d like more prompts to write for Ivy.
If you’ve got a prompt you’d like me to write send it here :
Send anything and I’ll write the ones I like best.
#harley x ivy#poison ivy#harley quinn#pamala isley#dc comics#poison ivy rp#harley quinn rp#rp#dc rp#dc comics rp#dc universe#dc universe rp
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some isley brainstorming
a concept for a book in continuity with harleen
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Uma Thurman as Poison Ivy in Batman & Robin (1997)
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I would be dead without you. Like, a lot.
HARLEY QUINN (2019 – )
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Harleen was getting bored, Ivy could tell.
“Good maybe she’ll go some place else ” She thought as she turned the page in her text book.
Harley had a way of filling the room to the brim with energy even if there was nothing going on. She was the type of girl who always brought the party with her and if they party was already going then she’d bring the cops. That was not her kind of fun. She felt a little devious for doing it but perhaps if she could bore Harley to death maybe just maybe she’d spend her time elsewhere.
Ivy stiffened when Harley rolled off her bed and climbed on to her own.
“Don’t give her the satisfaction. Just Ignore her.” Ivy closed her eyes, but when Harley wouldn’t be swayed she turned in her chair and shot Harley a look of utter disdain.
“The last thing I want to do is play with you.” She said in such a way as to highlight just how childish her new roommate was. “What I want to do is understand how the Mycellia of the Armillaria Ostoyae sustains itself over such a wide area, but I can see that clearly isn’t going to happen tonight. ”
The glazed impish look in Harley’s eye caused Ivy to sigh and steam seemed to roll off her back. She would need to approach this differently as Harley was evidently immune to threats of physical violence.
“You can ask me five questions. After that you leave me alone–and don’t even think about touching my hair.” and then she added “Don’t you have anything better to be doing? It’s a Tuesday night, don’t you have someone’s boyfriend to be kissing?”
@nightshade-rps
Harleen was getting bored.
She had been sharing a dorm room with Pamela for a few days now, and the other girl had done literally nothing out of class other than papers, shower and sleep. It was truly a wonder how she even had any friends at all… But she hadn’t seen her even text another person, so perhaps she didn’t. Sure, Harleen had heard the rumors that Pamela was sleeping with the TA, but he obviously wasn’t all that interested considering that she hadn’t spent a single night out of the dorm.
That alone was putting a real dent in Harleens love life.
❝ Hey…. Hey Pam-Pam… Helloooooo is anyone in there? ❞
Getting frustrated that Pamela was straight up ignoring her, Harleen cleared her throat before moving across the room to lounge herself on Pamela’s bed, sprawling across the sheets.
❝ Do ya wanna play 20 Q’s? Or we could go find a nice fella to buy us drinks.. Maybe watch a nudey judey movie or practice kissin’… OH I can TOTALLY braid yer hair. Pweddy please? ❞
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Poison Ivy for the six fanarts meme! I’ll post the portraits indivudually until I’m done with all six :)
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“ I’ve got your back, okay? ” college au
“Do you have a cigarette?” Ivy deflected.
Ivy hated cigarettes. The last time she had one she was twelve and her father had walked out. Yet now she found herself on top of the dorm leaning over the balcony ashing the cigarette she bummed from Harley on the heads of the students who were stumbling back to their own rooms.
“You’ve got my back–”She finally scoffed. “Are you also going to tell me that wasn’t a humanities major Jason was kissing just now? Are you going to tell me that it’s all going to be okay—like this isn’t exactly what you wanted to happen?”
Hot frustrated tears stung at her eyes. She felt stupid for crying, so she fought them back. None of this was Harley’s fault, but it felt good to have someone to blame. She had known for a while that Jason was cheating on her, but it had been so easy to over look—to just close her eyes and pretend like he was up late grading papers—like he didn’t smell like someone elses perfume every time he came over for a quicky.
Ivy flicked away the finished cigarette and then turned to face Harley. She squared her solders and pulled her glasses away from her face.
“If you want to help, Harls then you can start by helping me turn that bastard’s life upside down.” Fuck Jason and fuck everyone who thought they knew the real her. “And call me Ivy from now on.”
@luthorquinzel
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“You always smile like you’re about to cry.”
“I have a right to be angry!”
“You hear my heart beat? Just focus on that.”
“I’m going to protect you.”
“Give it back.”
“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
“How about a kiss?”
“Here. Let’s share the blanket.”
“No- just. I really like you in my clothes.”
“Wait. Don’t pull away…not yet.”
“I’m supposed to hate you for what you did.”
“Maybe we should work on the fact that you go in fists flying when things don’t go your way.”
“Don’t look at me like that, like you’re afraid of me.”
“I thought we were friends!”
“Lie to me then.”
“There’s no time to run.”
“It’s fine. I can wait.”
“I hate you!”
“Don’t let me go.”
“Bite me!”
“You’d be a great mom.”
“You’re one hell of a guy.”
“Why are you naked?!”
“You have…superpowers?”
“Put me down!”
“There’s only one bed…”
“First one to make a noise loses.”
“Did you just…agree with me?”
“You’re insane!”
“I know. Isn’t it great?”
“Why is he bleeding?”
“Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
“Do you sleep anymore?”
“It’s just a papercut.”
“You’re not as evil as people think you are.”
“I don’t give a damn.”
“It’s a long story.”
You’re a part of the family, didn’t you know?“
“Woah! Slow down, what’s going on?”
“This is a one time thing.”
“You smell nice.”
“Did you just lick me?”
“Stop telling me you’re okay!”
“What a pretty sight.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Car sex looks way easier in the movies.”
“Where are your clothes!”
“When did we get a cat?”
“He did what?!”
“You look pretty today. I like you in blue.”
“Stop calling me that! That’s not my name.”
“Are you flirting…with me?”
“Oh! That’s not my leg!”
“I like your voice.”
“You’re still here and making- pancakes?”
“No, I said we were safer. Not safe.”
“If we get arrested it’s your fault.”
“Do you ever think we should stop doing this?”
“Are you scared?”
“Promise me you won’t take it off.”
“They’re afraid of me.”
“Don’t lie to me!”
“I lost a bet.”
“I don’t regret anything.”
“You’ll break his heart if you do this.”
“What’s in your hair?”
“You don’t want to know, trust me.”
“Are you always an ass, or am I just special?”
“Did you hear something?”
“I can’t stop shaking.”
“You got about as much charm as a dead slug.”
“Oh! This one’s pretty.”
“Shut up and get over here.”
“You’ve got to believe me!”
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“What’s up with your dad?”
“Please. Don’t stop.”
“Take my hand.”
“Don’t bleed on my floor.”
“Would you please put your tongue away.”
“Deep breath now.”
“Is that a lighter in your pants or you just happy to see me?”
“Why can’t you love me?”
“I like your face.”
“God, I could kiss you right now. Wait- uh…”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Who are you?”
“How did I get here?”
“That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Five minutes! And that’s it!”
“Eyes up here, amigo.”
“You like me?”
“I don’t like the dark.”
“What is that?”
“Are you smiling or is that a grimace? I can’t tell the difference.”
“We’re not going to die.”
“You wrote me a poem?”
“Stop staring! It’s rude.”
“Bend over.”
“Kiss me, asshole.”
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“ can i help you? ” HarleyIvy College AU
Harleen stood in the open doorway to Pamela’s room, looking around at the boringly plain walls and the orderly organized folders and boxes stacked on the ground. She really was the miss, perfect, smarty-pants that everyone told her that she was. No wonder the TA was apparently getting bored of her in bed.
“Urgh… Would it kill ya to have a poster or two? I feel like I’m in a doctors office. ”
Out of everyone that lived in the science dorms at Gotham University, Pamela Isley was without doubt the most boring resident. She had no interest in the parties or the pranks, only caring about her grades. It probably irked her more than anything that Harleen was riding the same GPA as her.
The boisterous blonde prided herself by having a little bit of a reputation as the campus party animal. With seemingly a different boyfriend each week - each of which she proclaimed to be really into, Pamela hated having to live across the hall from her. The parties, loud sex and violent fighting wasn’t exactly a great soundtrack for writing her essays or her beauty rest.
After clearing her throat, Harleen disappeared behind the doorway only to emerge dragging a huge duffel bag behind her. With truly unladylike grunting, she hauled the heavy, bulging bag into the center of the room before plopping down onto the spare, un-sheeted bed with a gasp.
“So…. Funny story, Pam-Pam. A real doozy.. That last boo of mine wasn’t exactly the single pringle he told me he was and his girlfriend, kinda went all Jerry Lee Lewis a la ‘great balls of fire’ on me. Long story short, my room is scorched and the fire department shut me down. ”
Harleen watched the realization dawn over Pamela’s face, and she couldn’t help but smirk. She puckered her lips to blow a large bubble with her gum, Pamela jumping slightly at the loud pop.
“ You’re the only gal who has a spare bed so… The rules are that we’re now roomies, Red. ”
The look in Pamela’s eyes was nothing short of the dictionary definition of pure fear and dread, and Harleen was vibrating with the posibilities this could bring her.
“ Looks like we’re gonna be the best o’ buds, ”
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“I feel numb.” addict au
In a crumbling chapel she found Harley shivering on a vomit soaked mattress wavering on the spot half dazed half mad. The building was barely a wood shack on the far end of town that had long since been abandoned. Writing covered the walls and the initial smell had Ivy clutching her nose so as not to trigger her gag reflex.
“Hey Peanut.” She crooned “Long time no see.”
Harley was weaker and more pale then she had ever looked before. Her eyes seemed unable to focus entirely on the person before her, so Ivy made a point of approaching slowly. She didn’t want to frighten her.
“Harleen, what have you done.” She thought. Instead she crouched down and extended a hand to see if Harley would take it.
It was hard for Ivy to put a finger on what Harley meant to her. They had been childhood best friends, but kids grow up and life happens. One day you forget to call, you miss a lunch date, and before you know it you’re both five years older. Harley had been Ivy’s saving grace when her parents got divorced. When the fighting got bad Ivy could run away to Harley’s place and they would have adventures together instead.
Ivy pulled out her phone. There were three messages.
*Selena*: “Hey Ivy, has Harley checked in with you lately. I haven’t seen her in a month and Bruce said she missed her parole meeting. If she doesn’t turn up soon they’re going to throw her in the hole for good. “
*Mrs. Q*: No idea. But if you see her tell her not to come by. Last time she stole 50$ and broke Tony’s nose.
*Ed*: She was hanging around the south end a week ago picking up cigarette buds.
She tapped Selena’s name.
*Ivy*: I have her.
Harley wobbled and fell into Ivy’s arms.
“I feel numb” She mumbled into her shirt. Ivy held her close and stroked her dirty hair.
“You look like shit. How does a hot meal and a shower sound?” when Harley clutched at her tighter she whispered softly. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you now and I’m never letting go again.”
@luthorquinzel
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"Hey I don't bite" College AU
“—but your crabs do”
Ivy hissed and gathered up her books to sit somewhere else.
Gotham University had 20,000 students, a five story library, and a sprawling campus you could get lost in. Unless of course you were being fallowed by Harley Quinn. In which case the campus might have been three class rooms shoved together because no amount of sneaking around would keep her from finding you.
“Why are you fallowing me?” Ivy snapped. “ It’s bad enough I have to see you every night—”
Ivy glanced around the floor. Every table was taken. Midterms had even the most absent minded slacker scuttling to the library in order to cram as much information as they could into their skull. To her right a dark–haired girl was mid silent meltdown with big sloppy tears dampening the table and to her left a computer engineer was noisily typing away at his key board. Ivy slowly lowered herself back down into her seat and glared at Harley who appeared to look both amused and satisfied with Ivy’s discomfort.
“I just want to write my paper in peace.” Ivy sighed and set her books out on the table again.
The problem with Harley wasn’t her choices in men or her attitude, Ivy would never admit it but sometimes she could even be funny, no the problem was that Harley was loud in every sense of the word. Her soft white hair was died bright colors at the ends, her lips were usually painted a velvet sort of red, her eyes were a rich deep focused blue that reached unknown depths, and it was all too distracting for Ivy to ever have a moments peace.
Even if Harley sat stone still Ivy would find herself rereading the same sentence fifteen times never taking in a single word because her eyes would inevitably always find their way back to her.
Why couldn’t she take a hint. Ivy wasn’t interested.
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“ Fer a start, Red.. Probably ain’t the best idea to be sleeping with yer psychiatrist oh the reg, ey? But hey…. I ain’t worried about ethics if you ain’t, ”
Ivy put her lips together and pursed them ever so slightly, even though underneath a smile was twitching to come out.
“If I wanted to play doctor I’d let you know.”
Ivy’s voice was smooth like rose petals but her words pricked sharp, she was ready to draw blood. The moon from the window of Harley’s bedroom was an ashen polluted black that cast a dull light down on to Gotham where the nights had always felt longer then the days. However as Ivy sat there with only a scrap of white sheet for cover, there seemed to be more life and light around her then the world outside had ever offered. At least for the moment.
It was meant only to ever be a one time thing. Harley was a means to an end just like all her other toys. Just an experiment —a touch stone to her humanity that she was ready to throw away at the turn of the wind. Yet that one time became two then three times. Until the lines had become so far blurred that Ivy no longer knew if she had full control.
Frustrated Ivy ran her fingers through her messy hair working out the knots and pulled the covers uncharacteristically higher up her body. Harley made her feel vulnerable in ways she hadn’t felt in years and that was a problem.
But then Harley laughed and the tension and anger that had been boiling in her chest melted away like morning dew from a leaf. Ivy released the blankets she had been clutching so tightly and rolled her eyes.
“Cute Harls.” Ivy let the ghost of the smile she felt flicker past her lips. “ I feel like you need to wash your dishes.”
She gave Harley another hard look.
In all things Harley was a force of chaos and in all thing Ivy was a force of nature, the two went hand in hand, but how could she put those thoughts into words. How could she tell Harley that for the first time in a very long time things made sense–they made sense.
Ivy’s eyes found the small withering potted plant on Harley’s dresser and considered it for a long moment. Then, with only a small bit of encouragement, it began to change shade. The yellowing slow lonely death began to fade into a pale green then rich emerald. New leaves began to bloom one by one. Where there had only been one blossom three then six–fifteen flowers emerged from one until the sick and dying flower which had been plucked from the garden was now a bouquet near about to burst from it’s pot.
Ivy didn’t look back at Harley for some time.
“Do you understand?” she whispered.
“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ” Ivy/Quinn if you have the time ;) xo
“ Well it’s real easy, Red. Yer gotta open ya mouth and what’d'ya know, there ya go, ”
Harley paused for her joke to set in properly before the lack of response from Ivy other than a narrowing of her eyes told her that it wasn’t the right time for a joke.. Though she would argue the legalities of that statement until she was red in the face. But if living and working with Ivy these past few months since leaving that dick-head clown prince of crime had taught her anything, is that the mix of her crazy with Ivy’s sensibilities was the perfect match. A match made in the pits of hell beneath the soil of Mother Earth herself.
It was because of that reason alone that Harley let out a low, dramatic sigh and decided that maybe she could play by Ivy’s book for just a moment.
“ M’Kay… If ya wanna play it that way, then I can rustle up the good ol’ Doc for ya. Said it yerself that she was the only one ta’ get through t’ that big beautiful brain o’ yers, ”
Clearing her throat, Harley moved over to the dresser and rummaged through until she found a pair of her glasses. After taking a seat next to the frowning red head on the bed, crossed her legs and put on the glasses, blinking a few times to get adjusted to actually being able to see again.
“ So, Miss Isley. How does it make you feel? Sure, there are many other things to take into consideration.. For example, from your kinship with plants to avoid human intimacy to counteract your hellish abandonment issues.. To how you use dry sarcasm to avoid really having to involve yourself in any meaningful relationship, ”
Harley stopped for a moment, before falling into maniacal laughter at her own switch in psychopathy. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes at her joke, only fueled by the way Ivy rolled her eyes so hard, she was sure she would have been able to see the back of her head.
“ Fer a start, Red.. Probably ain’t the best idea to be sleeping with yer psychiatrist oh the reg, ey? But hey…. I ain’t worried about ethics if you ain’t, ”
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