#Oc// liv

[lilywily143]

Sleep Paralysis

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Thump Thump

Lizzy: She's awake again...

V: Is she?

Lizzy: I could hear her. I just wish she could have a full night of rest once... I should take her to a doctor soon to help her.

Lizzy: Hmm?

Lizzy: Books fell..?

Lizzy: Well, that's better than having her awake at night again.

Lizzy: ... Night Liv...

Liv [mind]: I will sleep!! I hate those doctors...

Liv: I hope the monster doesn't appear... He's just so scary...

V: Gosh you're getting so much more rest. I'm glad you're healing.

Liv: Nod

V: ooo I like your designs.

[Two weeks later]

Lu: Doodle-Bug, you need to wake up.. This is for important tests...

Lu: Liv...

Lu: H-hey, snack on these batteries please? You need them.

[ask-the-lilywily-characters]

Hey, [First Workers] Liz and Uzi! How are you doin? :3

Uzi: um, we are having each other's kids here at the park

U: me and my sis.... had a bad day... But we are feeling better now...

[koboldfactory]

The Last One

[zivazivc]

just found about this funky fish that can walk around on land and the thing looks straight out of the trolls world. look at this thing, i love it!

anyway, floyd grew up in a cage and hed grew up in a city, i doubt they'd be thrilled to see one of these things for the first time. I know I would have shat my pants if i saw a 1.5 meter long catfish walk out of a lake towards me

[pedrito-friskito]

strawberry wine - joel miller x ofc!liv stone/fem!reader

title card by my sweet love @inklore 🤍

before // during // after

a story about second chances.

summary: you meet joel miller long before the world implodes. a summer fling that ends before it really has a chance to begin. (the before) the world ends and your lives are ripped apart at the seams. joel finds his way to boston almost five years later, and finds a new version of you he isn’t expecting. (the during) refusing to leave joel again, you leave boston with him and tess to bring ellie where she needs to go. (the after)

warnings: canon-typical violence/injuries, swearing, angst, trauma, allusions/description of PTSD, grief, death, unprotected p-in-v, oral (f and m receiving), spit play, ass play, super light dominance, badass reader, non-canon joel miller (like, still canon but not EXACTLY canon, ya feel me?)

title from the noah kahan song of the same name - you can find it here and the strawberry wine playlist here.

part 10 onwards, reader is a named OC, still written in reader format, as little description as possible! read more about Liv here.

read on ao3

before

part one

part two

part three

part four

during

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fifteen

part sixteen

part seventeen

part eighteen

part nineteen

part twenty

after

part twenty-one

part twenty-two

part twenty-three

part twenty-four

part twenty-five

part twenty-six

part twenty-seven

part twenty-eight

part twenty-nine

part thirty

part thirty-one

part thirty-two

part thirty-three

part thirty-four

[felsicveins]

Happy birthday @zivazivc !!! I love every post about your OCs and I jump for joy when you post a new one!! Hope you had a happy birthday!!

[goshushin]

I can't believe we got skk full 3d model in the year 2024 ※oc指揮官 skk

[emwheezie]

Livvy!

She's one of Tony's love interests in our comic Die Laughing. She loves monster, myspace and ascending to the astral plane in the parking lot of the gas station at 5am.

[palettepainter]

It is now my life goal to make a height chart for all the Muppet characters I like

Skeeter design done by the very talented @skippiefritz

More characters that appear in Hired Sparky!! I have nothing else to add to this post except that I manage to weasel heightdifferences in Piano Duet (need to draw Rowlf and Teeth again I miss them-)

[livdrawsstuf]

So uhh... erm... ahem...

Have you ever killed someone? ^^

Bye.

I almost did..... but death stopped me. Said I was to "young" to have blood on my hands

No, and I hope that I never have to

..................

Yes...........

@its-gambit mention

[blackdollette]

My mom passed away yesterday and I am in desperate need of a comfort fic with Spencer Reid </3

my most heartfelt condolences, anon. :(( i pray that everything turns around for the better for you.

₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ "𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬." | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader x spencer

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 430

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fluffy drabble, spencer comforts reader

silence draped over you and spencer like a warm blanket.

tears rolled down your cheeks as you choked out pained yet quiet sobs, your body rocking slightly. his arms were locked around you, pulling you into a long hug and letting your tears saturate his t-shirt. he didn’t mind it at all.

you curled up into a ball, the pillow underneath your head completely soaked. spencer rubbed slow, gentle circles onto your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead before making you lift up your head so that he could exchange your wet pillow with his dry one.

you felt a pang of pain in your chest as he did this, the simple action representing how he always put your burdens upon himself. you felt as if you didn’t deserve his kindness, and another wave of heavy sobs hit you. a pounding sensation flooded your head, making the room spin.

spencer sighed deeply, sitting up from the bed and leaning back against the headboard. he pulled your head onto his lap, looking down at you as he stroked your tear-strained cheek gently. “hey, look at me…” you swallow hard, managing to wipe away a few of the tears that clouded your vision. 

he held your chin with the same tenderness that would be used for an infant. “i’ve never seen you this sad before…” your heart broke at the shakiness of his voice. seeing you in this state was killing him on the inside. he took a deep shaky breath before pulling you up, setting your body onto his lap and giving you a soft kiss on the nose.

“i know this hurts, my love. but you will never be alone as long as i live.” he took your hands into his to still their shaking. “i promise that i will be with you until you get through this.” his voice broke as tears began to swell in his eyes. “it gets better, baby. i promise…“ he held you close to his, the tenderness of his massages helping your heartrate to still.

he looked up at you, his eyes glistening ever so slightly. “remember, it’ll always be you and i. and nothing will ever change that.” he smiled a little, making you do the same as you sniffled. he laid back down with your body on top of his, rubbing the same patterns onto your back as you closed your eyes. silence falls over you once again as he does the same. as you two drift off to sleep, he manages to mutter one last thing:

“i love you…”

[lilywily143]

Pill Babies

I have the headcanon that sections of the pill shell are done with things the parents like, including matching colors

[ask-the-lilywily-characters]

Asks open for

Banty

Liv

Sadie

[koboldfactory]

IV asks a question

[zivazivc]

I came up with Floyd's (other) ex band mates and then I went a little insane about them. . . Anyway they're all alternative trolls who adopted him into their group. They play nu metal at underground gigs but mostly they just go to raves and get stoned out of their gourds.

original photos under the cut

I googled "90s rave photos" and had such a hard time choosing which to draw. i might make more of them in the future...

[barbieaemond]

And all the roses turn to black

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Warnings: angst, implied smut, fingering

Author’s note: I have no idea what this is. It just came to me like this lol

Word count: 686

taglist: @zae5 @multyfangirl @chompchompluke

The coin twists and turns, and you with it, waiting to see if you will go to bed with regret or remorse. They have been merging for some time; it is hard to draw the boundaries between one or the other, between what is right and what is wrong.

The anarchy of your heart dictates different laws. All it takes is a fresh bouquet of roses on your bedside table to get you over the boundaries. White roses, precisely, not blue, not to be too obvious.

"I hate to break it to you, but any kind of rose is…quite plain."

“Precisely how my intentions shall be: plain.”

“They’re orders, not intentions. I shouldn’t owe you anything more than my loyalty.”

“That is loyalty.”

“The Gods may beg to differ.”

“I don’t think I care.“ he had swallowed your useless grievances with a kiss that dug into you like a claw, and you had let him cut you openly, you let him carve his law like an awl in stone, welcoming each groove, blowing your obedience into his mouth, swearing on his name again and again as you came undone beneath him.

With each rose found in your rooms, a new oath muffled on sweaty sheets and on his ruthless mouth. Ruthless in words and bites, in kisses, in the way his tongue draws arabesques on the swollen skin between your legs, in how he slips inside your drenched flesh as if slipping a ring on his finger. Just like the one he wears, proudly displaying the seal of his noble house.

The same one you had seen twirling between his fingers that morning when you were walking in the gardens with your husband. He had seen you and fucked you from that distance. You felt it.

Inside, you had bent over on the grass, in front of your husband, with the sun beating hard on your naked limbs as the Prince grabbed your hips and thrust harder, spilling another sacred oath from your throat.

“I thought of making love to you this morning.”

“Where? In the garden? With your husband watching?”

“Yes.

“And then what?”

“And then it was all I could think about.”

“‘Tis not what I asked.”

“I did not do it.”

“Good.”

“I hate someone else touching me. Including myself.” hunger clouded his eye and then you were panting, arching your back as he slipped two fingers between your wet lips. “Do you see what you did to me?” you panted next to his ear, feeling his hot cheek against yours and the low groan hissed through his teeth as he bit your jaw. “I loathe my own body when you’re not inside me.” you said, cursing his name as he slid a third finger “You turned me into a vestige.”

You spin the coin one last time and you’re out of your room. He’s sitting by the fire, unbothered as you step in front of him. The only sign that tells you he’s not transmuted into stone is the light raising of his chest.

“No roses?”

No answer. Only a glance up before returning to the flames.

“I know what happened. Lucerys is dead.”

Aemond looks up, his eye is peaceful. A malignant peace the Gods will curse him for.

“Why are you hiding in here?”

“I am not.” he says “I’m sparing my family.”

“Of what?”

“My lack of regret.” the words do not come out of his mouth, but from some haunted place where a maimed child swore revenge on and on, screamed it so much that he’d lost his voice, so he carved it into his flesh and the retribution had finally come, mangling his nephew in bits of bones swallowed by the sea.

“Don’t spare me.” You say sitting on his lap, as at the altar of your own.

“This means war.” he says tilting his chin until he’s breathing through your lips “Your husband shall be willing to go back to the West and call his banners.”

“Indeed.”

“And where will you be?”

“Where my loyalty lies. Until all the roses turn to black.”

PART II