THE GREEN.

&& MOVED TO urushiol 

I decided to move Pam to being a sideblog on Cassie ( @lightnlasso​) because this version of Pam I’ve created is extremely AU and tends to be rather private and exclusive. I do love her character and the version I created but I realize she’s defiantly not the poison ivy from any comics. She’s a version of concepts I took insp from to make a new timeline with -- so I generally only have a few interactions on her at any given time. I think I’d be more active on her if I was able to easily flip over to make little posts and comments. Thus why she’s moving to being a sideblog -- I will be dropping all interactions unless you’d LIKE to continue them in which case just let me know. 

Your soul is... Humming

It's small- almost unnoticeable, really... but your soul makes a quiet little noise. Sometimes it resembles something more artificial, like the whirr of a ceaseless, exhausted machine... Sometimes it warbles like the calling of birds... Sometimes it wanes and ebbs like something unknowable- indescribable... You do not know what compels you to sing such an unorthodox tune... But something primal urges you on, even despite. No two verses are exactly the same.

As a former Gotham true crime podcaster, Poison Ivy wasn’t quite her thing. Yeah, yeah. Beautiful femme fatale no doubt gets a shitton of fans in both the sleazy ‘god I wish that were me’ men and the ‘I could fix her’ girls, but she had eyes on the Joker prize, and she got him.

That being said, Alexis keeps her finger on the pulse. And, with the inevitable climate apocalypse looming – people are getting all the more sympathetic towards her. Maybe if they’d actually met her they’d change their opinion…

“Wow, you really are a freak.” She’s a little breathless, marveling at her inhuman features, trying not to flinch at the feeling of leaves and stems brushing against her boots. “If I were looking for Harley, I’d flip open the lid of the nearest dumpster. No, bitch – I wanted you.”

This is probably a stupid idea, but if Ivy wanted her dead she’d have pulled her head off her body like a barbie doll twenty seconds ago. As it stands: It doesn’t hurt to ask.

And if she said ‘yes’, it would break her little ‘friend’.

“I’ve got like, half of the city’s Gen Z pop following me on socials, and I have to say… they love you. They think you’re based as fuck. Haven’t you heard? Hashtag eco-terrorism is good, actually.” A flourish with her hands at that; she’s selling this. “I know you think you’re too fucking good not to fly solo, but – consider an allegiance. I know we’ve – the Royal Flush gang – have trampled on your territory a couple of times, lately. Why not a little quiet alliance? Land rights.”

She tries to pull a boot out of the mess of tangled plants silently, but fumbles, gets stuck; puts it back down like she never tried in the first place.

“Mm? You pat my ass, and I pat yours.”

The words spoken by the clown came off as amusing rather than offensive, as if she held any sort of power at all in this exact moment was laughable. Still it was impressive to see her hold firm, but every little movement went noticed by the creature before her. From the little gasp of air to the shifting of her weight -- did Ivy make her nervous? How cute. 

Like a predator toying with her prey she listened, making sure the vines brushed against Alexis as much as possible for just a little tease. A lot of nonsense fell out of her mouth -- whatever the hell a hashtag was or what was that, based? What the fuck was based? Pam had never been too good with slang so hearing it now only added to her attention drifting. However she was pulled back by something that DID catch her attention -- an alliance. Oh, this girl WAS funny. Who walks up to a goddess and asks them for equal footing? 

 A slight breathy laugh could be heard as the botanist felt the woman struggle, the plants only coiled tighter after she placed her foot back down. Walking over the metahuman closed the distance between them, clawed fingers took Punchline’s face and turned it one way and then the other to examine her. “You really are just a human, aren’t you? I thought for a second you were trying to fool me and there would be more.” Pam then moved her face closer, their lips only inches apart as a glowing green substance began dripping from her mouth. It didn’t take an expert to know Poison Ivy’s kisses were deadly with a 0% survival rate if she wanted them to be.

From what the ecoterrorist had heard through the grapevine this new girl liked playing with poison herself, so she was dying to see her reaction to this. Would her heart race? Would she be able to smell the adrenaline kicking in? -- “Lucky for you I think clowns actually ARE funny, so I find your proposal entertaining, BUT you’re going to have to do better than that.” The hands on her face began stroking at painted cheeks before an inhuman clicking came from the monster’s throat. -- Opening her mouth slightly Ivy grew her teeth longer as if she were about to take a bite before pulling away at the last second. There was a flirty laugh before her voice changed from a seductive growl to something more casual and tired. 

harley isn’t afraid of pamela.  she’s gotten too comfortable with the knowledge that pam won’t lay a finger on her ( unless harley wants her to,  and harley frequently wants her to. )  she ignores the other woman,  scratching bruce between his ears.  she’s already finished her drink,  but it’s done nothing to ease the pressure in her head.  she wants to scream,  but she doesn’t know why. 

pam’s crying,  and all harley wants to do is go to her – to kiss her until she stops crying,  to hold her hand and promise to be good. that urge is at war with her anger,  with the raging emptiness that’s beating inside of her brain as if it’s her pulse.  harley’s grip on the can tightens until the aluminum crumples beneath her fingers.  ives calls her a bitch and her eyes well with tears;  she rubs the back of her hand across them quickly,  trying to conceal the evidence.  

“ it wasn’t fake, ”  she insists,  and part of her believes that.  harleen is certain of only one thing in this life,  and it is that she will always,  always end up back in joker’s arms.  there will be no escape for her until she dies. the only life that she’s going to be allowed to have are the moments where he loses interest in her – where she can carve out something in these four walls with pam.  “ it wasn’t fake.  you just don’t understand,  pammy.  you don’t understand what it’s like to not be able to get away from him. do you think i don’t want to be with you?  do you think i like the way he hurts me? ”

harley’s been putting on this act so long she’s not sure how much of it is fake anymore. she can’t figure out where harley stops and where harleen begins. she tosses the can in the vague direction of the recycling bin,  then starts to stand,  half a mind to storm out,  half a mind to throw herself at pam’s feet and beg.  bruce growls,  sinking his teeth into the back of her shirt and jerking her back towards the couch before she can do either.  harley turns to look at him,  confused,  concerned,  hand on his head until she’s sure he’s okay.  she almost misses ivy’s threat,  but her head snaps back to ivy as soon as she hears bats. 

“ are you fucking serious,  ivy?!  fine.  run and tell daddy that i’ve been a bad girl. maybe he can get me under control.  gee, ives,  that’s gonna make your life a lot fucking worse.  you think he’s gonna let you get away with half as much if i’m not there to tug at his hand and cry?  you think it’s you he has a fucking soft spot for?  i have news,  pamela ⸻ ”

The tears don’t stop, this has been building up for too long at this point. Pamela was growing so tired of this constant cycle that they were in. Every time she finally thought enough was enough Harley pulled her back in with honey whispers and sweet nothings. This had to stop, it was so obvious that she wasn’t the one Harley wanted -- wasn’t the one that she needed. So why couldn’t they just end this? Why did she keep lying and coming back, pretending to care. The plants around her wilted a bit, loosing their sting as she lost her edge. This life was growing so miserable and for what? They had everything, she had given Harley the world and it wasn’t enough. She’d tear herself apart and regrow as someone else just to please her and even that wouldn’t be enough. 

The crunching of the can made the metahuman whip her head away, gaze casting down on the ground as she heard the words spill. It doesn’t matter what Harley says, it’s all lies lies lies even if she doesn’t mean for it to be, this is always where it ends. With a fight, with avoidance, with sex, with drugs -- with part of them both dying. “You make it very hard for me to understand.”, there is a sniffle and immediate pain on her face when she hears the last part. Inhumanly green eyes widen in shock, no no -- why would Harley EVER think she WANTED her to get hurt? “No, Harls no. I’d never think you wanted that or enjoyed it, I just...you won’t stop. I have nothing left of myself to give you to convince you to pick me. What more can I do?” There is sorrow in every word, she is begging for an answer. If her girlfriend is lying and manipulating than Ivy is eating it up like a starving dog. -- the tears are gone now.

As the former clown stands there is so much tension, they’re both being bent and one of them has to break. If it is Pam she is sure she will splinter and lose more of her heart, but she still hopes it’s her. -- There is a small part of her that hopes Harley will leave after this fight, that she will finally say that she wants Joker or Batman. After all they both know that they’ll never have a future; they’re just playing house. -- and finally there is the boil over.  

Every word stings, and the botanist takes it. Each jab cutting a little deeper until she feels a tiny internal part of her snap. Suddenly there is nothing, no anger and no pain. Pam’s mannerisms shift and suddenly she sees Harley as she is -- rotting and so far gone she can’t find a pulse. The scent of her sweat and blood are the only thing letting her know that she is alive and not just a ghostly vision of a lover passed. The monster just stares at the younger woman and waits in an eerie unblinking silence. There is no danger here -- but it doesn’t change the temptation of finally putting an end to this tired story. 

“The fact that Batman gets more of a reaction out of you than me crying tells me a lot. I’m not a psychologist, but even I can start to understand things if you repeat the behaviors enough.”, the creature shifts allowing her neck to crack as she meets the other’s blue eyes, “All you do is repeat behaviors and all I’m learning is that I’ll never be your first or even second choice.” 

BOLD what applies  /  italicize sometimes.   repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon  / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has PTSD  / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

&& HEADCANON ;; MANNERISMS 01  * addition to my appearance HC 

- A Misanthrope by definition, she’d rather avoid humanity than actively be around it most days. This is why she remains more inactive and unpredictable than other villains. Just depends how bad a certain news topic pisses her off, her motivations are normally out of anger. 

- Would never kill a child and rarely if ever kills women -- her targets are normally men. However if you’re hurting the green severe enough she may change her target just for you. 

- Pam’s can eat and digest anything, raw and rotting flesh or produce don’t make her sick. She can’t get food poisoning, however she goes through cycles where food is repulsive. She will go through periods where she strictly processes sunlight; the cost of that is she’s significantly weaker and more lethargic. This is normally done in the winter where conserving energy is a must anyway. 

- I do write her as autistic and thus she gets overstimulated in high stress environments which is why she’s most active in the early mornings and late nights when most people are asleep. Overstimulate her and you’re much more likely to get HURT. 

- Pam 1000% gets high, woman loves natural drugs but she has to alter her own to feel the effects. If you want a serious ass trip hit some of her shit, you’ll be gone for awhile. She uses it as self medication as she constantly goes on and off her actual prescribed medications. 

- She doesn’t portray a lot of facial expression as Pamela Isely, she puts a lot more effort into Poison Ivy as that’s a performance for her. That’s her stage alias and thus she acts different -- meaner, more confident, more seductive. When she’s not doing all that she’s actually more reserved and seams almost apathetic. Her sighs are more genuine and overall she feels more gentle and depressed. 

- Speaking of depression boy does she have BAD depression, habits of self isolating, anxious, mood swings, agitation, excessive crying, insomnia, appetite fluxing -- like all the symptoms. It causes fungus to grow from her body more rapidly as she wills herself to rot from the inside. 

- Pam is a bit of a space cadet at times, spacing out to think about anything other than what you’re saying. If she’s not interested, she’s not listening. This can cause her to have abrupt rude behavior that can be seen as off-putting or ‘inhuman’ 

- She CAN talk to plants and does so regularly, she’d rather socialize with a plant any day. They respond to her moods as they’re influenced by her emotions since everything is connected in the green. 

- She stimms subtly (not that she knows what that is but she does it to self regulate) -- leg shaking, pen clicking, nail biting, pacing, biting, scratching, and so on. 

That’s not where knives go. 

LAVENDER. oh moon child, restless sleeper, tell me what it's like to dream? you float along the margins of reality, picking up the pieces of fallen memories to sculpt into your own realm. you are searching, but your tongue is quiet, quiet, quiet. open your mouth and sing my dear, silence only does you good for so long. and here you planted roots in the darkness, where not even the moon can reach your leaves. there is such a thing as being too practical, for you sail your ship on perpetually calm waters, and never have you spotted land. your mind has wings, uncage them! allow yourself to dream, you are not too far gone. there is no such thing! trust in yourself dear.

Someone’s phone was buzzing obnoxiously on the bedside table, and the loud vibrations made the metahuman scrunch her nose in irritation. Seriously, was anyone going to get that? No? Damn. Sitting up she allowed the tangle of arms to fall away from her, of course she got stuck in the middle of this mess — what else was new? 

Harley shifted into her, too far gone to wake up from a simple annoying sound and Alexis was already turning to face the other way to ignore the problem all together. Reaching over the passed out blonde she realized it was HER phone that was ringing non-stop. The electronic went dark as yet another call was sent to voicemail. FUCK. Clicking it back to life it showed a variety of missed messages and calls, all from her long term girlfriend Diana Prince aka Wonder Woman. 

A sigh escaped Pamela as she read through the messages, she hadn’t seen her girlfriend in about a year now. The Savior of Man had some important mission on Themyscira and wasn’t able to go into much detail -- honestly that had never been much of problem. The Nymph had always been a good girl for her while she was away. No breaking rules and no villainous activity. She just waited for Diana to return home while she continued her personal studies. No matter how lonely she felt, it never got bad enough for her to do anything about it. 

Except this time. 

It had been about six months since Diana left, and the Amazon had always been very clear about letting Pam sleep with other people. As long as it was to satisfy her needs while she was away and not to seek romantic company; surprisingly the princess could be possessive when it came to lovers. Now, the former villain had never taken her up on that offer simply because other people were too much of a hassle. Who wanted to get to know someone new? Not her.

So when a familiar number called her up out of the blue, she knew this wasn’t a great idea and yet went for it anyway. Gotham never really changed and being back felt like coming back to a childhood home. She’d spent a different lifetime in this city, and yet she walked the same path to one of their favorite diners. How many late nights had she spent here with Harls? How many pick up orders and how much money spent? How many times had she made out with her in a drunk and crude manor in their favorite booth in the back? 

So many memories and when unnaturally green eyes spotted her ex lover she couldn’t help but smile genuinely at her. Pam’s heart was starting to race as too many old feelings began to blossom in a garden she thought had died long ago -- However this warmth was short lived as she approached. 

There was a younger woman sat in her usual spot with a shit eating grin, and it took the metahuman a moment to recognize her. They’d only met a few times, but there was no mistaking that it was Punchline -- she’d never caught her real name. 

This was the the beginning. 

An actual mythical creature, minor nature deity, perhaps the most brilliant botanist and plant scientist in the modern age vs 3 human clowns playing circus music.