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29 years old
New Woodstock, New York
United States

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Characters: Poison Ivy, Doctor Pamela Isley
Verses: Comic, DC, Marvel
Playbys: Christina Hendricks
Length: Multi Para, Novella, Para, Semi
Genre: Action, Comic, Crime, Heroes/Villains, Romance, Suspense,
Member Since:March 21, 2016




Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Will be working on sign-ups and starting post for the mystery board game, Clue. Hopefully, I'll have that Brainiac Invasion storyline up-and-going soon as well. These are my top priorities. My inbox is open for 1x1 discussions.

Additionally, DECK THE HALLS is open to the community.

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About me:
Who I'd like to meet:
Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley.
"She's Pretty As A Daisy, But Look Out Man She's Crazy."
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Basic Information
Full Name: Pamela Lillian Isley-Valentine
Nickname/Alias: Poison Ivy
Title: Mrs.
Pet Name: Pammy, Red, Ivykins
ID Number: /1086871
Gender: Female
Discord: Mistloe#3281
Orientation: Bisexual
Real Life Age: 28
Age Appearance: 27
Birthday: November 30th.
Deathday: N/A
Birthplace: Seattle, WA.
Species: Meta-Human
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Ivory/emerald
Height: 5"6
Weight: 180
Cup Size: DD
Phobias: (Things that simply terrify your character. May be trivial or debilitating. Try to have at least one.)
Addictions: Gardening.
Mental Disorders: I am not crazy!
Romantic Information
Status: Smitten.
Whom: Him.
Dated:
Engaged: 00/00/0000
Married:
Children:.
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Mαԃ Lσʋҽ

Dec 2nd 2018 19:34


Heya!
I'm Harley, but I betcha know that already
I ain't a doormat, or a number
So when you're up for discussing something, or wanting to just start randomly,
hit my up
Alright, Cupcake?
MUAH xoxo
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙

Dec 1st 2018 11:07


Hiya Posion OAKY!
How are yah?
Ok ok ok before you beat me-
Image result for Joker and Poison ivy gif

How about a storyline?
sɐɯɥɔuıɹƃ

Nov 30th 2018 00:17


Happy birthday, birthday twin! ♥

-With love, Doctor Strange


ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ

Nov 27th 2018 01:05


And I feel the same about you, goddess...
Ghost of Christmas Future

Nov 22nd 2018 01:09


Here's just one of many reasons why I'm thankful for you, Pamela-

Our road hasn't been perfect. It never has been, probably will never be, but we're both still here. You're unforgettable, in every sense of the word and I couldn't imagine this place without you being here. A very happy holiday, darling. 

-Your Vincent
Ghost of Christmas Future

Nov 9th 2018 11:14


This is my favorite memory of you, Pamela-

It's how that I can hear 'The Way you look Tonight' and no matter where I am or what I'm doing, I will immeadiately think of you. You're always in my heart. 
Cαllιиg Bιяd

Nov 8th 2018 17:58


Tim Drake was still stunned as he walked through the streets of Gotham all alone, the nearly sixteen year old young man still feeling as though his heart had been pulled from his body and stuck onto a spike. After all that he had gone through as Robin, the torture he had endured at the hands of the Joker the year before that had left his psyche scarred beyond repair, this was not what he had expected to happen. He had lost so much because of what he had gone through, right down to his sanity and dignity, and here he was, alone on the streets without anywhere to go and no one to turn to. Feeling empty and hollow, he shuffled through the night as the breeze fluttered his jacket open over the thin t-shirt that he wore, everything he owned in the duffel bag slung across his body. Sure, he could have whispered Conner Kent’s name to come and collect him but it he was no longer Robin then that meant that he was no longer a member of the Titans. He was just a civilian, and an orphaned one at that since his father and step-mother were dead, and he didn’t have any family left now that his adoptive father had kicked him out of his life over his biological son.


Stupid Damian, he thought bitterly as the image of the ten year old boy came rushing to his mind, he never would have hurt the little brat no matter how entitled that he acted with that smug smile of his. The little clown trapped within his psyche hadn’t even chomped at the bait when he heard Damian talking about the scars on his body that had lingered after the electroshock torture that the Joker had put him through the year before. A shiver passed through him, he didn’t like remembering the weeks on end of the madman that had tried so hard to break him and mold him into Joker Junior. He had fought so hard to keep himself from slipping away into the darkness, and it had all be ruined because of a single man that had been left to watch him while Joker and Harley Quinn went to go out for a bit. He could still remember the way that Harley had exclaimed about not knowing the goon was a pedophile, that she never would have agreed to that, how angry she had been at her beloved clown prince. And he could still remember the feel of the goon’s blood on his flesh distantly upon the birth of Joker Junior, the deranged clown that had come to be because of the act that had occurred.


Even if JJ had risen to the bait, it wasn’t like Tim didn’t have a million safety measures that he could have taken, like locking himself into the safe room that Bruce had built shortly after getting him back from the Joker. He had spent the better part of two months in there while Barbara Gordon had risked her own safety to sit in there with him and try to get him to come back to himself every single day. She had been there for him when he needed her and though he knew that he could go to her, there was a part of his mind that told him that now that he was no longer a member of the Bat Family, all of its members were off limits. It was irrational but he couldn’t help it, he had never thought that this would happen so he had never planned for it, but the argument between himself and Bruce couldn’t be taken back now. The fact that his mentor, his adopted father had spoken the words that he couldn’t be trusted after what the Joker had done to him made tears sting his eyes. He wished fervently that he had bitten back the words that he had retaliated with, that he hadn’t said that Bruce should be careful before someone snapped his son’s neck in the middle of the night because of his own carelessness.


It hadn’t been a threat, at least it hadn’t been meant to sound like he himself would be the one that would do such a thing, Damian was just a kid after all, no matter how annoying the little brat was to him. All Bruce had heard was the words leave Tim’s mouth and he was all over them, and then telling him to pack his things and never come back, that Damian would be his Robin from now on because he could trust his own blood over him. He hadn’t bothered to remind Bruce that he had been going off the deep end after Jason’s death and that he had tracked him down to help him, too stung by the venom in the older man’s statement. There were countless nights that he had bleed and bruised for the Batman, and now he was nothing more than another orphan on the streets with no one to turn to. He hadn’t even asked for Bruce to retaliate against the Joker and Harley for what was done to him, he had merely accepted that a part of him was lost forever. Closing his eyes, he stopped and took a deep breath to clear his mind, there had to be somewhere that he could hole up for the night until daybreak came and he could come up with a plan.


Looking at the watch on his wrist, he saw that it was nearly midnight, and his oceanic hues caught sight of the ragged scar he had there, like the matching one on the other hand that were a reminder of when he had almost taken his own life. Had it not been for Conner hearing his heart rate slowing and coming into his room at Titan Tower he wouldn’t be wandering the streets right now, irony at its best. He could still remember the sting of the heat vision cauterizing the wounds and hear the way that Conner sent Bart running through the hospital for blood as he took him to a safehouse where they performed a transfusion. He supposed he should have been glad it had been before losing his spleen, that would have caused concern for illness since he couldn’t filter out diseases that easily. Another thing that he had gone through for Bruce and the rest of the family that was all for naught, a tremble coursing through his frame as he clenched his fists to keep his anger in check. Shaking his head, he kept walking, turning down an alley where he knew there was a plant that still belonged to Poison Ivy was still lurking, sighing as it came into view.


He didn’t know what it was about hit particular plant, he had come across it as a seedling and watched it grow into the healthy thing that it was now, even if it did have a taste for rancid meat that he would often bring with him for it. Even as he neared it he could see its leaves rustle as her vines slid down to touch his face, making him sigh softly as he closed his eyes, having never been afraid of it. “This is probably the last night for a while, Francine, I’ve been fired and won’t be able to come around as often, but don’t worry, I know that Ivy will be out of Arkham and will come to find you. She never leaves her babies out in the world without her, I can promise you that, she’s very resourceful,” he said as he dumped the spoiled chicken that he’d brought for the plant onto the ground for it to eat. Having never been big into horticulture before, he didn’t know what it was about Francine that made him feel so safe and fulfilled, it was a feeling that he knew that he was going to miss more than he could say. Hearing footsteps at the other end of the alley, he gently pushed at the plant to make her press closer to the wall so that she could remain undetected and safe from harm.


Martian Grinch

Oct 31st 2018 10:12


Cαllιиg Bιяd

Oct 29th 2018 22:59


Hello there!
Name's Red Robin (possibly formerly depending on the storyline)
I swear if you say 'yum' we will have issues
So thanks for the add/request to get on my list and all
Just don't be a number and we'll be cool
I do have rules, would prefer you to read them
Prior knowledge of my character is welcome but not a must
That is why I have a bio up and all
I also explain and go into detail as often as possible
I do a lot of crossovers into other verses, especially Shadowhunters and AUs
There are descriptions of how in my drabbles in my blog
If that's why you're here, welcome welcome
Feel free to read or ask questions
Be patient with me and we'll be awesome
So yeah, that's about it
Hit me up so we can set up a storyline
With that, I'm out
-Technical
Ghost of Christmas Future

Oct 28th 2018 01:10


Pamela,

What could I tell you that you don't already know? If I had to pick something to say, I wish I would have captured every moment possible with you, while we were having it. I realize that things are different now between us, but the thoughts that drive my nightmares away is the times I looked over at you and saw your emerald eyes looking back at me. I will always be yours, no matter where our paths take us.
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