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arabriddler · 4 months

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Um. Introducing an oc. Their name is bug and they take care of the bugs in Ivy’s garden

#Bug OC #poison ivy #pamela isley #nahlaverse #bee’s art #im still figuring out Ivy’s outfit

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ginger-grimm · 28 days

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EASTER BASKET EXCHANGE

Elena Isley for @daughter-of-melpomene

inspo/playlist

I hope you like it!

#ocappreciation #ocapp #anna's easter basket exchange #dc oc #not my oc #my edits #dolly's oc: elena isley #hating photopea for always making the flag colors so mute when I render the gifs

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daughter-of-melpomene · 1 month

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𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐂 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

❝ There were very few people who knew that Poison Ivy, plant-themed seductress and long-time enemy of Gotham’s Caped Crusader, had a daughter. Born out of a one-night stand between her mother and low-level gang member, Elena had inherited her mother’s powers for plant and toxin manipulation, and Pamela Isley had been prepared to raise her daughter to be her little partner in crime, a twisted version of a mini-me to help her mother terrorize Gotham with their thorny and poisonous abilities.

But Elena hadn’t wanted that for herself. A sweet, shy girl with a tendency for kindness, she had wanted no part in her mother’s schemes against the Batman and Gotham’s innocents, and so had run away, searching for the one person she believed could help someone in her situation. She found the Batman and begged for his help, begged him to free her from her mother’s plans and show her how to be a good person like him… and she made this desperate plea at the ripe old age of six years old.

Bruce Wayne, hidden behind the imposing cowl of his iconic suit, had almost shed a tear at the sight of this sweet, tiny girl pleading for his help to get her out of a desperate situation. Knowing he could never put Elena into the foster system or have her adopted because of her powers, the billionaire vigilante had taken the daughter of one of his nemeses into his home and, later, his heart, raising her as his own, helping her learn to control her powers, and, eventually, teaching her to fight so she could fulfill her wish of joining him in taking down crime on Gotham’s streets. Over the years, Elena steadily wormed her way into Bruce’s walled-off heart, and he came to view her as his own daughter, never forgetting but not caring about her true origins.

Now, several years later, Elena roams the streets of Gotham at night alongside her adoptive father, taking down criminals in a beautiful green suit under the alias Persephone. But after the death of Superman, who was killed in a fight Bruce kept her away from, Elena sees strange aliens start to show up around her city, attracted by Earth’s newfound vulnerability. With a huge, deadly threat looming on the horizon, Bruce is forced to recruit new allies into a team to help him and his adoptive daughter take on the incoming alien army.

Now part of a team of amazing and imperfect heroes (including a very cute and very awkward speedster), Elena must prepare herself to finally find out if Bruce answered the plea she gave him all those years ago: to make her into a hero who is worthy to fight alongside him.

(And, possibly, to find out how much her flirting can make Barry blush before he passes out, but that is not her focus here. What? It’s not!) ❞

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gummygoatgalaxy · 1 year

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Just some Harvey doodles

Doodles of my oc Harvey Isley-Quinzel

Guest star on the left of my bestie @phoofoz oc Alcmene

#my art #oc #my oc #dc teen titans #dc entertainment #dc universe #dc #dc oc #dc fanart #beast boy #dc harley quinn #harley quinn #harlene quinzel #harlivy #dc poison ivy #poison ivy #pamela isley #Harvest #gummygoatgalaxy

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gr0t3squ3g1rl · 1 year

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Some rogues + oc

#oswald cobblepot #jonathan crane #pamela isley #doodles #my ocs #my art

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ick-aruss · 1 month

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I have these insanely vivid dreams and I like to write them down so I don't forget them. I'm specifically drawn to this dream I had not too long ago. I think I'll call him Ivan

I'm a bit of a DC nerd so I'm not surprised that I had a dream I was in the DC universe. If you couldn't tell by my shitty background, I'm controlling vines, becoming poison ivys protégé after I died in my dream. Boy lemme tell you, dying in a dream was not fun

Maybe I'll delve into detail about the dream in a later post or smth

Without backgrounds next time

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alteredsal · 1 year

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doodles....ivy....ivy....she owns me

ill post uh some of my older finished art on here later!!! still getting used to tumblr but i like the formatting

#batman #pamela isley #batman au #poison ivy #harlivy #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #comics #gotham city sirens #dc #fankid #fan oc

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niphredil-14 · 7 months

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Hi! Can I request poison ivy x gaia reader?

In detail: she's basically mother nature, she doesn't control plants she IS plants, every step she takes she creates new life behind her (flowers bloom) and when she's upset the plants around her wither

Even her body is nature, skin is tree bark, hair is plants, animals are drawn to her, etc

Ty!

ive been trying to come up with an actual story or drabble for this for months to no avail, so i hope headcanons are okay.

She would absolutely love her! And would do anything to make her happy. I feel like if the reader didnt really make her opinion on Ivy's methods known, then Ivy would start to destroy a whole lot more of society for her darling blossom to bloom. She wants her to experience everything perfectly, and would stop at nothing to make that happen.

If the reader didnt like her methods, I think Ivy would tone it down.

This really makes me think of the songs Community Gardens by The Scary Jokes and Louie Zong, and Greens by Be Steadwell

COTTAGECORE LESBIANSSSSSS

#poison ivy #pamela isley #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy x oc #pamela isley x reader #pamela isley x oc

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poison-shark · 11 months

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They’re shouting at her to do a flip, but she’s just taking in the view

First Cuckoo Suit Art after much trial and error

@oathofoaks @oathofoaksart @a-god-in-crime-alley @gegeru @insideoflit @saturniidz

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ginger-grimm · 28 days

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EASTER BASKET EXCHANGE

Elena Isley for @daughter-of-melpomene

I hope you like it!

#ocappreciation #ocapp #anna's easter basket exchange #dc oc #not my oc #my edits #dolly's oc: elena isley

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daughter-of-melpomene · 7 months

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OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE — Day One: Life in Plastic.

It’s fantastic! Is your OC more of a Barbie or a Bratz? Maybe they go to Monster High, or they’re an American Girl Doll with an inspiring story? Perhaps you want to make a Funko version of your OC? To put it simply, this day is about dolls as an ode to the best movie of 2023; Barbie.

Featuring Dot Watanabe (The A-Team 2010), Nicky Bauer (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Elin Eriksdottir (MCU), Eddie Baker (Criminal Minds), Elena Isley (DCEU), and Matt Vaughn (Stranger Things).

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations, @stanshollaand, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @luucypevensie, @arrthurpendragon, @fakedatings, @impales, @claryxjackson, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @eddysocs, @lucys-chen, @ocappreciationtag.

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red-batty · 10 months

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The Arkham Hellion: Year One

Chapter 1: The One Where Everything Worked Out (Part 1)

Characters: OC (Connie Inviglio), OC (Emril Griffith), Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley

Warnings: Prison/Hospital/Asylum setting, doctors and psychiatrists, mentions of pain. Swearing, violence, dehumanization, derealization, mentions of sex... this series isn't going to be PG, yall, so be warned.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I don't even know what to put here. This is part one of chapter one of TAH. I've beta read it a little, but not in a long time. I first wrote this chapter like. 3 years ago so it's probably. Not Great. And this chapter is pretty boring but you gotta start boring so you have a baseline for how fucked it gets :)

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The Asylum was quieter today, so when Connie Inviglio heard her name being called over the comms, she heard it loud and clear. She was checking in on an injured IT patient in the medical facility when she got the call, and it was a short walk across an open courtyard to the Penitentiary. Her overseer stood at the check-in desk at the front, waiting for her.

“Inviglio,” Dr. Griffith said, studying the face of his novice, “Good, you’re here. Isley had a scheduled evaluation today, I’m sending you in.”

“Had?”

“Her doctor didn’t show up, he’s busy in his office with ‘paperwork’ and put off the evaluation.” Griffith didn’t face her as he spoke, rather turning down the hall. The eccentric yet brilliant Welshman started walking mid sentence, as he often did, and Connie followed behind him in step.

“Ah, yes, the infamous paperwork,” Connie hummed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “that definitely has nothing to do with the tech he's definitely not screwing.”

Both Griffith and Inviglio flashed their IDs to the nurses, and once more at the guards, before the second and third sets of doors unlocked one by one and allowed them entry.

“No, of course not, he’s a professional.” Griffith’s deadpan was enough to give Connie the story. A well-paid Arkham doctor slacking off on patients that were hostile and deemed untreatable? Frankly, she wasn’t surprised.

“Isley’s doctor is Riviera, right?”

“Aye. And for the record, it's not about the new tech he's not screwing, it's about the nurse he's not screwing.”

Connie sighed irritably as she contemplated the correlation of Arkham’s spotty reputation and the work ethic of doctors like Riviera. It was no surprise why the lunatics never got any better and breakouts were polyannual events.

“Isley’s evaluation, is it pharma or just psych?”

“You’re not involved with pharma, Connie, just do an honest psych eval. And I want your notes on future care for her as well, you’re smart,” he waved his hand as he walked, “figure something out.”

“Did you just compliment me?” Connie stopped in front of the heavy, automated metal door that led into what was referred to as "the Green Mile," in reference to the fact that no plants were allowed past the security gate.

“You’re already late for the eval,” Griffith replied over his shoulder. He scanned his badge to unlock the thick metal door.

“Thanks, Griffith,” she mumbled, knowing that was as close as she’d ever get to “I trust your insight” from Dr. Emril Griffith.

He didn’t regard her, blowing past her into the containment room. A large glass cell with a single chair hosted Pamela Isley, known to the public and media as Poison Ivy. she had ripped the legs off of her prison outfit, modifying them into a highly suggestive form of shorts, and her top was left with a single button done to cover her large breast. Isley regarded Griffith and Inviglio through thick lashes, arching her back just enough to accentuate her hips and chest. Seduction and manipulation was Ivy’s entire game, but Connie’s game was willpower.

“This,” Griffith started, leaning very close to the glass and gesturing to Connie, “Is Ms. Inviglio. She will be handling your evaluation today.”

“Did you bring me a woman in an attempt to evade my seduction, Dr. Griffith?” Ivy purred. There was so much wrong with that statement regarding Connie, but her gender and her sexuality was not of importance compared to her professionality. She didn’t bother to correct her.

“I brought you someone who you won’t be able to toy with,” Griffith practically spat. He was not one so easily intimidated, and even when he was, he never let it show.

Isley’s ruby red lips pulled back to show pearly white teeth, but no humor could be found in her dark green eyes.

Without another word, he turned back to Connie.

“You got this, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Drop the formalities, Inviglio. Now sod off, get to work. You know where to call me after you’re done.”

With that, Griffith strode out of the holding room, and the door clicked behind him.

“Inviglio, date: July 30, 20xx,” Connie stated as the tape began rolling. “Psychological evaluation of Pamela Isley. Hello, Pamela.”

“Please,” she hummed, “call me Ivy.”

The word ‘Ivy’ was quickly etched across the first line of Connie’s legal pad. Insistence of an alternate identity was one red flag.

“How are you doing today, Ivy?”

“Not well,” Ivy sighed. “It’s so cold, and my plants are aching, Ms. Inviglio.”

“Can you clarify what your plants are?” Connie had read Isley’s file, she already knew, but she wanted to talk to Ivy one on one. She wanted the information from the source.

“My babies… all of the plants of Earth, they are my children. They are being cut down, neglected, hurt. I can feel their pain,” Ivy’s eyes squeezed shut as she spoke. “Humans are killing my plants, and I can hear their screams.”

So much to work with, so many questions to ask, where to begin? Connie jotted down Ivy’s use of the word “humans,” as if she weren't one of them.

“What does this pain feel like?”

Ivy sighed at Inviglio’s apparent ignorance. “It depends on the injury, and the plant, darling. If an animal bites it, I feel the bite deep against my skin. If it is a blunt blow, it’s as if I feel the impact against my body. When their branches are cut, I feel the piercing pain in my arms and legs. It is agony.”

“And this is a literal pain?”

“Yes! You kill my plants, my babies, and you have no right to!” Ivy cried. She threw her head back, her vibrant red hair being flipped over her shoulders.

“How do you feel about that?” Connie studied Ivy’s reaction.

Ivy’s upset display of emotion ceased. She looked up at her interviewer slowly, her eyes hooded and her reaction controlled.

“Why do you want to know?” Interviews could go two ways.

“Answering a question with a question. That’s called deflection, Ms. Isley. Would you please reconsider the question?”

Ivy sighed once more.

“I want my plants to stop hurting.”

“Because it hurts you? Or do you genuinely care about them?”

The question caught Ivy off guard. None of the other doctors considered questions like these.

“Both. I feel their pain, and thus, I don’t want them to suffer anymore.”

“Not just to relieve your own pain?”

“No. But to relieve them of theirs. I only wish to see my plants thrive, and grow.”

“Even if it disbalances natural order?”

“What is natural about the destruction of life?” Ivy snapped.

“In moderation, death and destruction makes space for new life, and growth. What do you think about that?”

“Destroying places of natural growth is not moderation, doctor,” The patient seethed.

“Alright. That is understandable. But too much growth, that leads to things like cancer. Where I’m from, kudzu is an invasive species that grows and grows and cannot be eradicated, and that chokes out other plantlife. Is cutting down kudzu acceptable? And… How do you feel about the pruning of plants?”

Ivy studied Connie. She was strange to Ivy; she didn’t pry about her murderous history or her tendency towards violence. This wasn’t really about Ivy’s actions; it was about Ivy’s opinions, and opinions on her plants, nonetheless.

“Why do you ask?”

Connie smiled as warmly as she could.

“You’re deflecting.”

“I’ll answer your questions as soon as I know why you’re doing this.”

She needed to stop holding her breath. As she exhaled, Connie sat forward, propping her elbows on her desk.

“I simply want to understand. You are more than just the insults of guards and the antics of the news media. Does that answer your question?”

After a moment of processing, Ivy replied.

“You’re not arguing with me. You’re trying to learn.”

“That’s right.”

Another pause.

“If it is to assist in the growth of the plant, pruning is… acceptable.”

Connie smiled genuinely to the woman on the other side of the glass.

“Then that is all for today. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Ivy, I found it quite enlightening. We will see to furthering your care and assisting you in any way we can.”

Connie stood, and started putting away her notepad, pen and file.

“That’s it?” Ivy sounded vaguely baffled.

“That’s it.” Connie replied with a smile. “As long as you were completely honest, I think we can help you and your relationship with the plants. Pardon, your plants.”

“Don’t belittle me.”

“I had no intention of doing so. I truly mean what I said in full kindness, Ivy. It sounds like you are in a lot of pain, and as you want to help the plants, I want to help you. You shouldn’t have to go through such pain.”

With a click, Connie stopped the recording, and placed the tape and recorder into her bag. Ivy didn’t say anything as Connie moved towards the door. With a beep, she scanned her ID and unlocked the door.

“Until the next time, Ms. Ivy.”

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