#ivy the spider

[viacursecasting]

Artwork (top) by @/chinchilla010

Meddling.

ʌ ʀ ᴛ ᴇ × ɪ ᴠ ʏ

By midmorning, it was common knowledge throughout the estate that Arte had announced he was planning to court someone else.

"A diplomat’s daughter, maybe," Sonic said innocently to one maid. 🔵

"Blonde, probably," Shadow added deadpan to another footman. ⚫

In the faraway city of Truehaven, where vines clambered marble columns and the sea sang against distant cliffs, there lived two fools in love.

One was Arte Kingsley—heir to laughter, mischief, and a thousand responsibilities he wore like a loose cloak. The other was Ivy—his stoic sentinel, his shadow of iron and velvet.

They circled each other endlessly, like stars too stubborn to fall.

Everyone saw it.

Everyone, that is, including two new patrol recruits—Sonic, blue blur of energy and irreverent wisdom, and Shadow, the midnight ghost trailing silently behind him. They had arrived at Truehaven per Ivy's request…

Or demand, depending on who you asked.

“I’ve doubled the guards, doubled the weapons, and strengthened the wards,” Ivy informed the feline during her daily report. “If an intruder even so much as breathes on a blade of grass—”

“All we need is a tower to lock me up in, is that right?” Arte teased with a tilt of his head, finding the scowl she gave him endearing. “Though how you managed to convince those hedgehogs to help with patrols for the time being is beyond me.”

Her hand unconsciously brushed her glaive. “I was very persuasive.”

~

The first incident came during afternoon tea.

Arte lounged in the garden, letting his tea grow cold as he spewed fantastical tales and laughed at his own half-witted jokes, while Ivy stood at attention, arms crossed, the slightest—slightest—twinkle in her eye.

“They’re practically radiating 'married for ten years' energy,” Sonic observed before stuffing his mouth full of scones.

Shadow gave a grunt of agreement, sipping on a lavender blend. “Hopeless,” he muttered.

Across the table, Ivy’s eyes flickered toward the feline when he wasn’t looking, and for a moment, as brief as a heartbeat, her gaze was so soft it could have undone kingdoms.

But then she looked away, blissfully—or deliberately—oblivious as Arte gazed at the arachnid longingly, twirling a teaspoon between his fingers like a lovesick bard.

~

The second incident was even worse.

A late evening, warm with firelight, found Arte and Ivy sparring in the great hall, all flashing blades and breathless tension.

Sonic and Shadow sat on the staircase, watching with the air of seasoned judges at a very messy ballet.

“They're not even really fighting,” Sonic stage-whispered. “They're flirting with weapons.”

Shadow hmph’d, arms crossed. “Pathetic.”

When Ivy finally knocked Arte’s blade from his hand and pinned him against a column, Arte just smiled at her like a man delighted to lose.

Ivy, cheeks faintly flushed, sheathed her glaive as she walked away, cloak snapping behind her like a vow.

Sonic cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered, “Just kiss already!”

Arte and Ivy both froze.

But Arte only laughed it off, bashfully combing a hand through his hair, while Ivy glared so sharply Sonic could almost feel his quills singe.

~

Later that night, when the moon rode high and silver in the sky, Sonic found Arte alone on the balcony, gazing out at the endless velvet sea.

For once, Sonic approached quietly, without a joke.

They stood there for a moment, side by side, the salt wind tugging at their clothes, the stars heavy above them.

“You love her,” Sonic said, voice uncharacteristically soft.

Arte didn’t look away from the horizon.

“I do.”

A confession, simple as breath.

Sonic kicked a loose stone over the edge of the balustrade. “Why don't you tell her?”

Arte smiled, a real smile, small and aching. “Because if I say it out loud,” he explained, “it becomes fragile. Something the world could break.”

His smile turned solemn as his gaze fell, conjuring a delicate snowflake in his palm. “Why bother breathing life into it,” he murmured, “only for it to die?” He let the snowflake dissipate in a cloud of shimmering mist.

Sonic, for once, had no snappy retort. Only a small, understanding nod.

“You're an idiot,” he said, but kindly.

Arte chuckled—a sound bright and wounded. “I beg your pardon?”

“Everything has its end,” Sonic stated, eyes locked on the horizon. “But that's why we gotta live life to the fullest in the time we have.”

Arte viewed the hedgehog, awestruck by his words, before gazing back toward the dark sea, pensive as the wind caressed his bangs. “Perhaps… you have a point…”

~

The morning after Arte's quiet confession, Sonic sat cross-legged atop the great marble fountain of Truehaven’s courtyard, grinning like a fox who'd just found the henhouse.

Shadow stood nearby, arms folded, as always brooding—but if you looked closely, you could see the glint of amusement tucked beneath the scowl.

"We gotta do something," Sonic said, bouncing a loose pebble in his hand. "They're both miserable. It’s like watching two magnets refusing to touch."

Shadow raised an eyebrow. "You have a plan?"

Sonic’s grin widened dangerously. "We make them confess. Publicly."

Shadow’s eyes narrowed. "How?"

Sonic tossed the pebble high into the air, caught it effortlessly. "Simple," he said, voice low with glee. "We start a rumor."

~

The plan, such as it was, unfolded at breakfast.

Sonic and Shadow drifted between the house staff—charming, cajoling, sowing whispers like seeds.

By midmorning, it was common knowledge throughout the estate that Arte had announced he was planning to court someone else.

"A diplomat’s daughter, maybe," Sonic said innocently to one maid.

"Blonde, probably," Shadow added deadpan to another footman.

The rumor grew, wild and tangled, watered by every curious ear.

And it didn’t take long for Ivy to hear it.

She entered the training yard like a brewing storm, her glaive slicing the air with brutal precision.

Arte noticed immediately, fur raising on end.

"Something… on your mind, Ivy?" he asked warily.

"No, my lord," she said through gritted teeth, striking the target dummy so hard it split at the seams.

Arte blinked.

Sonic and Shadow, watching from the battlements like smug gargoyles, silently fist-bumped.

~

Later, Arte cornered Sonic near the stables.

"What did you do!?" Arte demanded, half-panicked.

Sonic raised his hands innocently. "Just... helped move things along," he replied with an exaggerated wink.

Arte groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "She’s going to kill me."

"Look on the bright side," Sonic said breezily, "maybe she’ll kiss you back to life."

~

The final blow came that afternoon, when Arte found Ivy sharpening her glaive in the armory.

He approached, cautious as a man nearing a sleeping dragon.

"You seem... upset," he said carefully.

Ivy didn't look up.

"You do not owe me explanations about your personal affairs, my lord," she said stiffly, blade flashing under her practiced hands.

Arte’s heart twisted. "There are no 'personal affairs,' Ivy," he said quietly. "There’s only you."

She halted, but didn’t meet his gaze.

For a long moment, neither of them moved—as if the very air had turned molten, unbearable.

Arte took a slow step closer. "I am not courting anyone else," he confessed, voice raw. "I couldn't. Not when my heart has already been stolen."

Ivy finally looked at him then, truly looked—and whatever she saw unraveled her careful armor.

She crossed the space between them in three strides, grabbed the front of his shirt—and kissed him like a soldier claiming victory.

Outside, hidden around the corner, Sonic and Shadow exchanged a nod of triumph.

"Told you," Sonic whispered.

Shadow smirked. "About time."

~

Days passed. The estate breathed easier now, as if Truehaven itself had sighed in relief.

Arte and Ivy were different—still teasing, still bickering—but now there was something golden threaded between them: an honesty that softened even Ivy’s sharpest glares.

Sonic and Shadow, meanwhile, stayed a few days longer, basking in the satisfaction of their success.

But Ivy... Ivy did not forget.

No, the bodyguard of Truehaven was not the sort to let meddling go unanswered.

~

It began innocently enough. Sonic woke one morning to find his shoes missing. Not misplaced. Gone.

In their place: a small, neat note written in immaculate hand.

𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮." ��� 𝓘

Sonic groaned so loudly he startled a flock of birds into flight. "Shadow," he whined, holding up the note, "Ivy’s messing with me."

Shadow sipped his coffee, utterly unmoved. "You deserve it."

Later, Sonic tried to retrieve his shoes—only to find them floating in a basket in the middle of the courtyard’s pond. It took three makeshift rafts, two hours, and a lot of colorful language to get them back.

Shadow, of course, filmed the entire debacle.

~

But Ivy’s masterpiece came on the day they were set to leave.

As Sonic and Shadow loaded their things onto a sleek black hovercraft, Ivy approached them—silent as ever.

Sonic flinched instinctively. "Heyyy, Ivy," he said, backing up a step. "You’re... not still mad, right?"

She said nothing. Instead, she presented Sonic with a small velvet box.

Suspicious but helplessly curious, Sonic opened it—

—and froze.

Inside was a single item: a golden medal inscribed with three very official-looking words:

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

Sonic stared.

Shadow, rare smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, said simply, "You earned it."

Ivy offered a very slight incline of her head—the closest thing to a smirk he would ever get from her.

Without another word, she turned and disappeared back into the castle, cloak trailing like a dark promise.

Arte, leaning casually against the doorframe, waved cheerfully. "Safe travels!" he called.

Sonic stood there for a long time, staring at the medal. Finally, with a rueful laugh, he donned it proudly around his neck. "Worth it," he said, grinning.

Shadow just shook his head and muttered, "Fool."

But even he couldn't quite hide the smirk that ghosted across his face as they sped away into the morning mist.

[viaunraveling]

🔹🕸️ ᴜ ɴ ʀ ʌ ᴠ ᴇ ʟ ɪ ɴ ɢ ❄️▪️

Ʌrte × Ivy Drabble Masterlist

Arte Intro.*

Ivy Intro.*

Sunset.*

A Work Of Arte.

Pouring Hearts.

The Tune Of Our Hearts.

Revelation.

The Great Escape. 

A Promise. 

A Sea Of Stars.

True Colors.

Lend Me Your Voice.

Boundaries.

Damn This Heart.

A Twinkle In Their Eyes.

Chasing Dreams.

The Eye In His Storm.

Fever.

A Ballet Of Blades.

The Taste Of Winter.

Like Old Times.

The Mark Of Stars.

Winter Versus Wind.

A Jealous Thorn.

Dream.

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Meddling.

Defenses Down.

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*these fics feature old designs

[thisdudedoesntexist]

I had a fic idea but don't know where to go with it, so if you want to expand on anything feel free.

So, Danny's finally an adult who's off to college at Gotham (the STEM there is crazy for how many supervillains have doctorates). Since Vlad actually took the time to heal and grow past his issues and turned into the crazy Bi uncle he was supposed to be, Danny's got his college paid for.

In the form of $50,000 and an kinda ok motel near the upper west side.

He tried asking his former nemesis why he's done this but Vlad just told him it's so he has some "pocket change and experience".

Danny's been spending the past few weeks aceing his his STEM middling at literature and upgrading the motel into something actually decent.

His business seem to be attracting the strangest living too. That's saying something since he's got ghostly and living guests. Danny knew this place was cursed but still feels surprised every time they show up.

1st: A nice lesbian couple came on the first night cause one with green-ish skin named Pam according to the pale lady named Harley felt the vegetation get really excited when he came. He had about an hour of questioning on Ectology and who Undergrowth was.

2nd: A 10ft tall crocodile man named Waylon came in cause of Harley's recommendation, he looked like he'd run any moment. That night he made sure his staff wouldn't mistreat people like him and by the time croc left there was a glowing sign by the door about how different guests are to be treated with respect no matter how they look.

3rd: THE Red hood showed up asking about a kid who worked there. Her name's Zoe and when her parents reaction to their kid being trans was to kick her out of the house at 17. She biked to the motel to get some rest before catching the bus out of Gotham, got a job checking people in instead and has since found an actual family with the help of Amorpho a social worker Danny met a few years ago.

4th: the most recent event was when Gotham's play boy prince and his cousin Kate Kane stumbled in during his shift at the front desk. Mr. Wayne was pretending extremely well to be drunk while his cousin was wrangling him awkwardly. If Danny didn't have super senses he wouldn't have noticed he was acting, or the tracker added to his cuff when he was semi-forced to shake "Bruce, just Bruce. Everyone's always so stiff." Hand. The tracker had little legs and crawled under his shirt, creepy and fascinating.

[fandomnerd9602]

poison ivy (batman the animated series) x male spiderman reader please?

Pamela wraps vines around Y/N’s arms and legs…

Y/N: did I forget to water my ficus again?

Pamela saunters across the vines towards her spider nemesis…

Pamela: no. I just wanted to thank you for your quick decomposing webs.

Y/N: easier for clean up

Pamela: better for the environment. I want to thank you

Pamela kisses Y/N’s neck and then jaw…

Pamela: (purrs) you deserve a hero’s reward

Y/N: I’m so glad I recycle

Pamela giggles and cuddles her nemesis…

[kimpossibooty]

Making a gallery post of all my hand-made buttons in one place! These are all available on my Etsy here, and if you use this link or the code ILIKEYOURSHOELACES (since I’ve been here for a while) you get 25% off your entire order!

If you have a favorite comic character or ship or team that you’d want to see buttons of, let me know! I’m happy to make custom orders, just shoot me a message!

Direct links to each listing below the cut!

Marvel Rivals | Kitty Pryde

New X-Men | Star Wars

Harley/Ivy | Betsy/Rachel

Hellfire Gala | Magik

Rogue/Gambit | Savage Land Rogue

Titans | Marvel Icons

Wonder Woman | Black Canary

Titans Beach

[espighty]

That spider with the uhhhh the uhhh the memory issues and centuries-long criminal record

What better way to get over 2 months of no practice than to draw the most FUCKING DIFFICULT AND SYMMETRY-REQUIRING THUNG INT THEWORLD

Also here's my voice headcanon for them. Can you see the vision. Can you open your mind and imagine a confession booth conversation like this. Can you.

[hlkproductions]

chibi-yuukumo, my lil spider girl! dies when she receives her fated bite due to allergic reaction but due to a combo wombo of the spider being a genetic pet experiment of a symbiote geneticist & pure dumb luck, she comes back to life with a full body metamorphosis; hair turns white, eyes get a yellow tint, body can regenerate from superficial wounds quickly. oh and she has a bite force of 3,700 PSI which can and is used in her new, mostly carnivore diet. i wanted to give her a bit more likeness to jumping spiders! specifically the Evarcha culicivora species! has organic webbing that isn't that strong under great weight but she relies more on speed and takedown thru more traditional animal kingdom methods (bite bite bite bite). her world, Earth-96, centers her in synthwave late 80's tokyo. there is another spider in the west stationed in america that she doesn't know about (Earth-96 Peter Parker) but they don't meet until well into their respective careers as arachnid vigilantes.

[pjo-tvs-version]

In another universe, Annabeth and Percy are Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy from the Amazing Spiderman movies

That's it that's the post

[leahhamato]

Happy International Women's Day and Women's History Month ♀️

[noxgreenw1tch]

I love girls that read both marvel and dc… sadly haven’t met any in real life 😭

[viacursecasting]

Artwork by @chinchilla010

Words can't express how much I love this MASTERPIECE of Arte and Ivy! 😍 It's just so lovely; I could look at it for 10,000 years 🥹💕 Thank you!! 💖

[browsethestacks]

The Comic Art Of Mike McKone

[sauacantdraw]

harley quinn spiderman au ohhh yeah

[gwourtneystan]

Also this is when Carmen Sandiego takes place so like a good few years after atsv and btsv btw

[gent-art]

Insomniac Spider-Man V Arkham Harley Quinn

(Fanart of Insomniac Spider-Man V Arkham Asylum’s Rogues Gallery p3/??)

(The gist/ fanfic of how we got to the art above)

After swift work of taking down Zsasz, Spider-Man helps a shaken Dr. Young to her feet. She confesses to conducting experiments funded by Joker, who now possesses the formula and gallons of Venom. The thought of Joker creating an army of Banes sends a chill down Peter’s spine. As Dr. Young prepares to reveal the warden’s codes, Spider-Man’s Spidey Sense flares—but too late. A hidden Joker bomb detonates, knocking him unconscious just as his webs fall short of saving her.

Peter wakes moments later with Harley Quinn looming over him, wielding the warden’s staff. She delivers a taunting blow before ordering her goons to deal with him, dragging a battered Warden Quincy Sharp away. Disoriented but determined, Spider-Man fights off the thugs. Examining the blood-stained remnants of the warden’s cane, he realizes his gear is damaged, except for his coms.

Peter wakes moments later with Harley Quinn looming over him, wielding the warden’s staff. She delivers a taunting blow before ordering her goons to deal with him, dragging a battered Warden Quincy Sharp away. Disoriented but determined, Spider-Man fights off the thugs. Examining the blood-stained remnants of the warden’s cane, he realizes his gear is damaged.

The now much more trusting Oracle would let him of the batcave to where he can get his stuff fixed before he would track them. He would take a quick spot at the batcave hidden deep in Arkham Asylum, where he gets stuff fixed and uses the blood sample to track the warden. While there, he would take a few gadgets and incorporate to his suit. Oracle and Alfred guiding him each step.

Before he would enter the Penentiatry, his com would get intercepted by the RIddler. At first insulting Spidey’s intelligence, seeing him inferior to Batman, but his tune would change as Spidey solved a riddler and found a Riddler trophy. Inviting him to solve all his riddles as he goes through this mad house to see if he can compare to his genius. Spidey sees a striking similarity to Joker, but as Joker seeks to make the world face one bad day, Riddle seeks to confirm his superior intelligence.

Inside the Penitentiary, Spider-Man follows Quincy Sharp’s blood trail through the haunting screams of Arkham’s inmates. Oracle warning him to keep his distance from the crazed lunatics that claw and scream to reach him.

Their wails would haunt him as he walk passes them and follows the blood trails of Quincy Sharp. He would reach a bright red room for he will find a weary and manic Poison Ivy, whom continues to exclaim to be let out for her to help save her plants. Spider-man at first tempted to help but his spidey senses would trigger as his hands would even get close to the glass that caged her. Deciding to leave her as is and pursue Quincy Sharp, where he finds him in the security room.

Tracking the warden to the security room, Peter spots Harley on the surveillance monitors, releasing Poison Ivy and unleashing lunatics across the asylum. As Spider-Man secures codes to bypass Arkham’s barriers, he notices a cell containing what appears to be Commissioner Gordon. Trusting his instincts, Peter leaves the impostor—unaware it’s Clayface.

In the Extreme Incarceration Room, Spider-Man confronts Harley. She uses the room’s electrified layout to her advantage, sending waves of goons to wear him down. Despite the chaos, Peter fights through the horde, determined to take her down and bring order back to Arkham.

[diaryofamonsterlover]

If the spider's mate series were an anime it would probably work like this.