#lvy

[genielamplid]

물랑루즈 아시아 초연

#moulin rouge #hong kwang ho #lvy

[bryanharryrombough]

#The Seven Secrets of Highly Successful People #Private School #Legacy Lvy Admission #Nepotism Hire #Seed Capital From Family #Club Memberships #Personal Assistant Nanny Ghost Writer #Journalists Who Ask “What’s Your Secret?” and Uncritically Publish the Answer

[michaeldark22]

Elevate your space with this 12-pack of Floralcraft Artificial Ivy. Lifelike and versatile, perfect for adding a touch of nature to any setting.

#floralcraft #artificial lvy

[i4technolab]

Learn how to implement localization in Angular with Ivy, the latest Angular rendering engine. Get a step-by-step guide to localize your Angular app for different languages and regions. 

Looking to Hire Angular Developer? Your Search ends here.

In this blog, we have discussed the Angular rendering engine, Ivy, and add a new approach to localizing applications. We have also explained the advantages and few of the demo for its implementation.

#angular #angular developers #hire angular development company #hire dedicated angular developer #localization with lvy #implementing multi-language support

[dorkynerd23]

lvy Pepper Appreciation Post. 💛🌼✨

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisycats #tracy butler #iron circus animation #lackadaisy ivy #ivy pepper #SHE IS SO CUTE!! 🥺💗

[yvbiko]

user filler that I usually use

hours

wts

film

qt

szn

vrse

png

plushie

viut

vy / vqz

ily / lvy

hrts / strs

if

vv / zz

yr

site

since I always get user request, you guys can just put your name with these fillers because that's all I do when doing users !! hopefully this helps.

tip : you can also change your initial to numbers or add a random number to your user.

example : y2una / yun2a

#username ideas #twitter users #tumblr users #cute usernames #usernames #cute username ideas #instagram usernames #random usernames #instagram users #cute users #random users #user ideas #aesthetic users

[chhtusyk]

I am absolutely BEGGING you for a hpma one shot, drabble, headc’s… whatever, for a male oc named Aloysius x Daniel Page.

Basically Daniel wants to ask him out to be his dance partner for the in game weekend dances but he is afraid Aloysius will understand he basically is crushing on him hard (Aloysius knows it and the feeling is mutual, he just wants to let Daniel do it at his own pace). So Daniel is a nervous wreck trying to ask him out without asking him out and trying to find lame excuses.

Three days.

Normally Daniel wasn't the one who set deadlines on things as vain as you are, but for the first time in a long time it seemed that he had a clear objective.

He had been thinking about the idea in his mind for a while, but the mere fact of him realizing his intentions ate at him inside, maybe that was in his nature, to be afraid or insecure about things as simple as you are.

But the simple 'What will they say' was much stronger than him.

First day.

Daniel found Aloysius in his regular classes, talking as usual (Aloysius was the one doing the talking, Daniel was just listening.) He seemed a bit anxious at times and he was even sure Aloysius had noticed that.

On the other hand, Aloysius could tell from miles away how Daniel was, he was a little uncomfortable because he had never seen him that way but he didn't want to force him to reveal his darkest thoughts either, he knew that Daniel was someone who found it hard to open up.

"I thought..." Daniel began to say to Aloysius when they were about to leave the history of magic class. "You know..."

Aloysius looked at Daniel extremely curious, he could see him almost trembling.

"That you could help me with the enchantment homework." Daniel finally said, looking at Aloysius. The boy remained silent for a few moments.

"Oh sure."

Second day.

Maybe this day would be different, yesterday had been a fiasco but hope was the last thing to be lost or that was what he heard others say, he tried to ask Ivy for help but the only thing he achieved was that she was talking for a long time about another topic that had little to do with it. He didn't see much of Aloysius either, his classes didn't coincide and the homework was overwhelming.

When he entered the common room, he saw him sitting at one of the many tables doing his homework, Daniel sat next to him, the boy looked at the other's paper.

"I wasn't going to copy" Daniel said defensively looking at him "I didn't even take divination classes."

With that comment, Aloysius relaxed, looking at Daniel.

"So..."

"So?"

Daniel begged to be shot, the situation was quite awkward, he simply looked away and went to his backpack pretending to be looking for his Arithmancy scrolls but simply trying to ignore Aloysius.

"Dance club..." Those were the magic words that made Daniel listen carefully "I guess it's okay... But I don't know, Hogwarts doesn't do events like dances and stuff..." Aloysius laughed instead while he was looking up at the ceiling, rocking in his chair.

"Maybe it's something for the students to get to know each other." Daniel thought aloud. Aloysius, who was still rocking in his chair, looked at him.

"So you think? You're not the one to say that."

Daniel clicked his tongue, of course he wasn't the one to say that.

"Well, I'm done, I'll have a horrible month," Aloysius said, beginning to put away his scrolls. Daniel looked at him almost stunned.

"Sorry?"

"Professor Trewlaney will be delighted that I broke my leg going to ancient runes class," the boy said laughing before taking his backpack. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dani."

Daniel was left alone at that table, alone with his thoughts and his arithmancy homework. Another missed opportunity.

Third day.

His deadline came, it had to be today. Luckily for him, today most of the classes he had were with Aloysius and surely he could tell him.

As soon as he got to the history of magic classroom, he saw lvy sitting next to Aloysius, great, he had forgotten about that little bug with legs that followed them everywhere.

Daniel sat in front of them with another student, while the classroom was still out of control due to the absence of the teacher. Daniel turned to see Aloysius.

"Do you really think that Professor Trewlaney will fall for that?" Daniel asked looking at Aloysius, he smiled and made a small movement with his finger.

"Indeed, Daniel, that old woman believes everything, the more dramatic the better," the boy said, smiling at him. "Hey, I need to talk to you alone later, it's for the damn potions homework."

Daniel could feel how he was getting a little excited, it was the perfect opportunity to invite Aloysius to be his partner.

The common room was almost empty if it weren't for a few who were playing with some spells, among the people that were still there were Daniel and Aloysius still with the blessed potions homework.

It was much easier if Daniel to pass the answers to Aloysius and get out of it quickly, but the boy insisted that he had to learn the formula, by force if necessary, while Daniel did most of the work. Aloysius watched him in silence, listening to his comments. explanations.

In reality, he was only partially listening. He wasn't even that interested in potions homework or failing the subject, he just wanted to be with Daniel a little longer than normal.

And he suspected that Daniel also wanted to spend more time with him.

"You're not even listening to me" Daniel said crossing his arms looking at Aloysius, he just smiled and shrugged.

"What can I tell you, you talk like Professor Binns"

Daniel rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat, the potion was made, he just had to wait a bit. Maybe it was time to tell him, it was now or never. Daniel settled into his chair, took a breath and looked at Aloysius.

"Do you want to go to the dance with me?"

It wasn't Daniel, but Aloysius who seemed a little or more nervous than him.

"I was about to ask you that..."

#daniel page x reader #hpma x reader #harry potter magic awakened #harry potter #daniel page #hpma daniel #hpma mc #daniel page x mc

[dcsuperherogirls]

Harley Quinn: *gasps*

Poison lvy: WHAT??

Harley Quinn: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Poison lvy: *inhales*

Supergirl, in another room with Batgirl: Why can I hear screeching?

#dc super hero girls #incorrect quotes #harley quinn #poison ivy #supergirl #batgirl

[oakley-my-sexy-firefighter]

@luckyqueenreign @footballer-lewie @hotterthansnakelia-mc @kickflip-skater-jamal @pussycat-lover-vet-andy @roberto-the-pilot @timye-smalls @third-eye-francis @player-one-elliot @po1s0n-lvy @seb-and-doom @ryan-the-poet @hanky-panky-hamish

#litg double trouble #love island the game #litg elliot #litg s6

[seoyoonkm]

BIRTH NAME: Kim Seoyoon Bara

ENGLISH NAME: Soleil Bara Kim

KOREAN NAME: Kim Seoyoon

NICKNAMES AND TITLES: seori (mostly LVY members ), yoonie, yoon, seo, kimba (a word play), sol, lily ( a short and easy way to prnounce Leil from her english name, her high school friends used to call her that), nations’s first love (getting the title only at 17), sweetheart.

BIRTHDAY: 16 February 1997

CURRENT AGE: 27

ZODIAC: aquarius

BIRTHPLACE: Sydney, Australia

HOMETOWN: Sydney, Australia

NATIONALITY: Korean-Australian

RESIDENCY : Sydney, Australia ( 1997-2010 )

Seoul, South Korea ( 2010- present )

LANGUAGE: English (australian accent native, 100%), korean (seoul dialect, 100%), japanese (tokyo dialect 86%)

GENDER: heterosexual

PRONOUNS: she/her

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single. dated in the past.

HEIGHT: 172 cm

WEIGHT: 49 kg

EYE COLOUR: brown

HAIR COLOUR: black

BODY MODIFICATIONS: 2 ear piercing, a small tattoo.

COMPANY: JYP ( 2012-2019) SOOP Management ( 2019 - present )

OCCUPATIONS: idol, actress, ambassador

TRAINING: 2 years ( 2010-2012 )

ACTIVE: 2012-present

REP. EMOJI: 🌹

FANS NICKNAME: Yoonies

SIGNATURE:

Instagram: syn.png ( public, personal )

known for: visuals, mystery with a soft personality, making everyone she meets fall in love with her, making something which is not trendy, trendy. “sold out idol”, her role in The Glory and True Beauty.

MBTI Type: INTJ

Education: Sydney Grammar School ( 2001-2009 ), Chadwick International School ( 2009 - 2012 ) SOPA ( 2012-2016 )

habits: gets annoyed when people spell in American English, zoned when real bored, plays with her nails at all times, notices small details, says sorry for something she didn't even do, talks in cat language when it comes to her cats, can be real bold when she wants. very retro in things

hobbies: listening to songs, collecting vinyl, adding her own touch to personal things, playing golf ( along with her brother and his girlfriend ) , and going through her scripts once in a while.

( ctto for the headers, 1st one is made by me. )

#kpop icons #kpop oc #kpop added member #kpop #cute #kpop layouts #kpop gg

[lvrsparadise]

ivy as in poison lvy?

no im doing one of those album series with chris and matt and i chose blonde by frank ocean (bc i live for bitterswet things)

and i had pre-wrote ivy (bc i wanted to make a fic based on it originally) but it's the second in the tracklist so i can't post that one yet, i have to do it after nikes (first song on the tracklist) but i havent started nikes

#l talks! #𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚 #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

[unscrupulousartist]

hellerby fic, part 7/10

20 May 1929

The lull in business lasted longer than anyone would've liked, but there was little else to be expected. But, by rote or will, nearly half the usual crowd were present come Monday's celebrations. Dragged, arm-in-arm with Mitzi, Mordecai glared at the balloons and streamers that decorated the bar.

"I put your name on a necklace," said Mitzi. She tugged him toward the same cluster of chairs and tables where they had played cards and—everyone else, at least—imbibed mushroom tea, currently empty.

"l already bought a gift.”

"I know, sugar, but lvy doesn't need another gun," she sat him down in the middle of a couch, then stepped away. There was something overly familiar about the motion, and a sense of deja vu washed over him.

“I feel fine,” he whined, feet faltering.

“I know, sugar,” Mitzi soothed. She rubbed his arms as she guided him into an improvised seat at the bottom of a staircase. “But no one needs you throwing up again. Now—”

"Now, wait here and try not to scare anyone."

Blinking, he smoothed down his dress jacket and fumbled with his pocket watch. "No promises."

Scoffing, she left him alone.

The band had started an early set, some easy listening for a group of gentlemen who had sequestered a corner of the bar to themselves. There were a few dancers already, but the crowd was thin enough that Mordecai could easily spy them all. The atmosphere was somewhat dim, since the chandeliers had yet to be replaced, but Mitzi made up for it by lighting candles on every table. An idle queue lined up at the bar, the service moving somewhat slower without Viktor to assist with beer. On stage, Rocky danced while he played, extra rambunctious in his efforts to make the rest of the band laugh and mess up their parts. To their credit, they recovered each falter with a new improvisation.

Across the room, the main doors opened. Giggling with a handful of her friends, Ivy took a few steps then paused to point out the bar and the dance floor. Before the small group could disperse—she’d brought along four girls, all whom Mordecai recognized from Ivy’s school days—Mitzi rounded them up. The Matron called something to the staff at the bar then looped her arm through Ivy’s to guide her along, much as she had for Mordecai.

“Here we are,” Mitzi sat Ivy at the head of the table, alone in an armchair, and her friends started settling into the nearest seats. One of them slipped into the spot next to Mordecai, offering a small smile—and then flinched into the armrest when he narrowed his eyes at her. Mitzi continued: “We’re just waiting on a couple more people. You girls chat, I’ll be right back.”

Ivy shimmied to the front of her seat as Mitzi left. “Mordecai! Have you seen Freckle?”

Holding in a sigh as all the young ladies looked at him, Mordecai leveled a stare at Ivy. “I assumed Mr McMurray would be coming with you.”

Looking past him, she perked. “Nevermind! I see him—” and she launched out of her seat.

The group left behind shifted awkwardly, and this time Mordecai did sigh. Following suit, he stood. “I’ll get some drinks,” he managed not to grind his teeth as he stepped away from the ladies. When his back was to them, he heard them lean close and start to mutter and laugh. Ears flattening, he ignored them.

Forgoing the queue, he slipped behind the bar and found a bottle of champaign. Guessing from the number of available seats, he took his time hanging a selection of glass flutes from his fingers. While loitering, he watched as Ivy introduced a shy Freckle to her friends, then scanned the bar again. Mitzi was standing with the group of gentlemen in the corner, laughing as she angled away—no doubt trapped in the conversation. Rolling his eyes, Mordecai caught another look of Rocky and the band; the violinist was backing off stage.

Managing to draw out his return, Mordecai lost his spot on the couch to Freckle and Ivy. Freckle was shrunken into a corner as Ivy giggled with her friends.

“Are we having a usual celebration?” Mordecai asked as he carefully set the champagne and flutes on the low table between everyone.

“Yes!” Ivy vibrated.

“I suppose Mr McMurray is getting the first dance?”

“Ah?” Freckle looked up, pupils narrowing as he squirmed.

“Nuh uh,” Ivy laughed and pointed at Mordecai. “Don’t think you can get out of dancing, just because I’m going steady! Nope, you’re up first, Mordecai.”

“Joy,” he drawled.

Then he stumbled as a weight collided against his back. Fur standing on end, he ducked to slip away from the arm that slung around his shoulder. Pivoting, he moved to wrack his claws against his wouldbe-attacker’s face, only to realize who it was just in time to freeze.

“Sorry, sorry,” Rocky laughed, hands raised to placate as he shuffled back a step. “I forgot, Mr Serious likes his personal space.”

Tail twitching low, Mordecai tugged his vest straight and held back a hiss. “I suppose it’s no surprise you’ve yet to learn any lessons, Mr Rickaby.”

“Ooo—” Rocky wagged his brows. “Are we being extra formal today? What d’you think, Miss Pepper—” he turned, bracing against the couch opposite where Ivy sat. “—how should we shuck the boundaries of expectations? I think I saw—no, I KNOW I saw some buckets of paint backstage. We could paint the town blue?"

A couple of the girls snickered, and Ivy rolled her eyes, grinning. "Wrong colour, Rocky."

"Yellow then."

“Don’t be absurd,” said Mordecai. “That paint is for repairs, as you would do well to know.”

“Ah, but how does one do well?” Rocky glanced at him with the question, then turned to soliloquy at Ivy’s friends. “I’m feeling well, does that mean I’m doing well? Or should we be spreading wellness, like jam across toast. Or is well not viscous enough to spread? Should I—”

“Enough,” Mordecai rubbed at his suddenly tense brow. “You cannot spread ideological ideas like condiments.” 

“Mordecai,” Ivy laughed. “Don’t encourage him.”

“Too late—” Rocky started. Still braced against the couch, Rocky gave Mordecai a lingering look. His attention seemed to catch on the couple bits of metal that adorned Mordecai’s clothes: the blackstone cufflinks, the gold chain of the pocket watch, the arch of glasses.

Biting his lip, Rocky’s eyes hooded half-closed as he leaned a little closer. He still loomed over Mordecai, balanced on an elbow as the opposite hand traced over the pattern of Mordecai’s brows. 

Something pleasant and warm vibrated deep in Mordecai’s chest, a slow drip of dopamine that scribbled past the linework of reality to recontextualize his sensate awareness. The world behind Rocky seemed to shimmer and sparkle in Mordecai’s periphery, a distraction from the musician’s blue blue eyes. 

“—I am encouraged,” Rocky’s grin twitched. He rearranged the line of his body, a subtle shift missed by the entirety of the seated party, and lifted a hand to press to his chest. “I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold. Nor how it may concern my modesty, in such a presence here, to plead my thoughts.”

Frowning, Mordecai tried to parse the change of tone alongside the rhythm of the words.

“Rocky!” Ivy hissed over the giggling chorus of her friends. Rocky winked at her.

Beside her, Freckle tilted his head. “If he’s the Duke—” Freckle gestured at Mordecai, but spoke to his cousin. “—who are you supposed to be flirting with?”

Heat burst across Mordecai’s face as all Ivy’s friends laughed, and his hands clenched. 

“Flirting?” Rocky managed to stumble as he stood upright, facing his cousin. “Who’s flirting? You mistake an availability and inclination towards prose with any sense of premeditation, dear cousin. Sometimes, one must abstract the words from their context to express something—uh—” eyes flashing, he glanced at Mordecai for a moment. “—impactful.”

Never able to contain himself from philosophical nonsense, Mordecai pushed up his glasses. “Your suppositions contradict themselves. Without premeditation it’s difficult, if not impossible, to create impact. For instance, a boxer must plant their feet and follow through to knock out their opponent.”

“You know a lot about boxing?”

“Enough not to get knocked out.”

Low where no one else could see, Rocky’s tail wavered. His brows quirked, grin growing to show off his back teeth as he exhaled with a puff of a laugh. Inhaling, his whole body rose up to join the debate.

Only to be interrupted by a returning Mitzi. "Boys!" She called as she approached, alongside Viktor. Carrying an album, she had one dainty hand tucked into his elbow as he managed an armful of presents. "I trust we have been behaving?"

Flailing, Rocky turned toward her. "Always, Ms M!"

"It would depend on your definition of behaving," said Mordecai. For a moment he kept his attention on Rocky, watching the way the musician reset his stance and leaned toward Mitzi.

"Sweetheart," Mitzi sighed. She came to a stop between Rocky and Mordecai, letting Viktor continue on to deposit the presents alongside the champagne. Propping her hands on her hips, she looked between them. "Usually I'd define it as getting along."

"Me and Mr Serious get along great!" Rocky boasted. A swaying step put him in range to swing an arm up around Mordecai's shoulders. 

Which Mordecai dodged. "The verdict is still out."

"Ahuh," Mitzi raised a brow at him, then shook her head and looked at the musician. "Rocky, sugar, I hate to ask—"

A brief frown disappeared beneath a thousand watt smile. "Ask anything, Ms May, and I'll move the moon to bring it to you."

Something sour curled Mordecai's tongue, and he grit his teeth to keep his composure. In need of distraction, he pulled out his pocket watch. Behind them, the girls had sobered as Ivy gushed at Viktor. There was a pop as someone—Freckle—opened the champagne to fill the flutes, and Horatio crept up to join the party.

None of it phased Mitzi, who pressed her freehand to Rocky’s shoulder. "Someone was asking about you."

One of Mordecai's ears twitched.

"Oh?" Rocky tilted his head, expression flickering between surprise and confusion before settling on amusement. "Not another trainhopper, I hope? Might be easier just to lie and say I'm dead."

"That is… an unexpected turn in conversation," Mitzi's lips pursed. "But no. It's one of the new gentlemen patrons—" and she angled to point at the group in the corner, several of whom were glancing at the celebrating party. Mordecai narrowed his eyes at them. "—the one with the blue handkerchief? He wanted to talk about your playing. Said something about, ah—paninis?"

"Paganini," Rocky corrected. Rocking on his heels, he followed her gesture. Then, gaze skimming past Mordecai, he looked at Ivy and her friends. "I may have played a few motifs."

"Sure thing, sugar," Mitzi nodded, pretending to understand. "It never hurts to play nice with money, but I understand if—"

"No no," pulling his jacket straight, Rocky grinned at her. "I can play nice. Give me two minutes with the guy."

Mitzi winced, and Mordecai tempered back a growl. "You may need more than two minutes," and she reached up to fluff his fringe and neaten his tie. "I got the impression he wanted to talk."

"Yes?" Rocky frowned at her ministrations, even as his tail wagged at the attention. "You said that."

"Yes, but I mean…" she raised her brows and leaned forward, tone dripping low. "...talk."

"Ah?" Rocky scratched the back of his neck, one finger probing beneath his collar. 

"Flirting, sugar."

"Ah." Rocky’s shoulders dropped as Mordecai tensed. He looked again at the group of gentlemen in the corner. "Are you sure?"

"Well, he was understandably cagey about the whole proposal," Mitzi admitted, stepping aside. "But I recognized the look in his eyes, and he was very insistent."

"This is a bad idea," said Mordecai. 

Both Rocky and Mitzi turned to him, Rocky with a small grin and Mitzi with a puzzled frown. Then Rocky laughed, pivoting as he moved so he still addressed the both of them. "The bad ideas are usually the best ones."

"No they aren't!" Mordecai called as Rocky stepped out of a comfortable conversing range.

"Where's Rocky going?" Ivy asked, drawing Mitzi and Mordecai's attention.

The matron continued on to the group, rearranging the album she carried to hold in front of her. "Just a little bit of shmoozing, dear. Are you ready to get started?"

"Yes!" Squirming, Ivy jumped up. She giggled at her friends, commanding them to stay as she kissed Freckle's cheek and rounded out of the center of the group. At speed, she grabbed Mordecai's arm to drag him toward the dance floor.

"Must we?" Mordecai sighed, the air of annoyance coming easier as he spied Rocky sitting on the arm of a gentleman's chair. "Could I bribe you to change your mind?"

"No," Ivy laughed.

Someone in the band must have noticed their arrival on the dancefloor, for the music came to an improvised end before Zib started up a quick number. There were a handful of other dancers to maneuver between, and then they were in the middle of the meager crowd. Then, just as Ivy arranged herself into a starting position—she gave Mordecai's arms a reprimanding tug, as if to remind him to take the activity seriously—he caught a glimpse of Rocky speaking into a gentleman's ear.

Whiskers tickled the side of his face as a nose nuzzled into his ear. "Heads up, buttercup—" Rocky sang. "Your friends are headed this way."

"No funny business!" Ivy warned, prompting him to blink and look at her pouting face. She took his hands in a loose hold. "I'm not one of those ladies you're trying to get rid of, so dance properly!"

"Naturally," he ground out. Then he loosened his limbs to lead, pulling a laughing Ivy into a series of quick steps and spins. Not with the same level of talent or flair of some of the other Lackadaisy residents—Zib was the self proclaimed virtuoso, but Viktor always managed a surprising amount of poise—but proficient enough to keep the birthday girl happy and occupied.

On stage, Zib and Sy steadily increased the rhythm until Mordecai felt flushed and had to fight against panting. Glaring over Ivy’s shoulder, he caught them and the rest of the band grinning and snickering around their instruments. Unfortunately, he could see no real harm in their antics; it had been years since they were last able to torture Mordecai through one of his least favourite activities. Though, truth be told, with Ivy it was bearable. 

Eventually, the music tapered to an end. 

“Thank you!” Ivy closed the space between them to wrap him up in a hug.

Expecting it, Mordecai placed one awkward hand on her shoulder blade and the other on her head. Petting her hair, he relaxed to the tune of her purring and thought, briefly, of his sisters back in New York. Then he made the mistake of looking up, his attention drifting to Rocky without his conscious permission.

Still seated on the arm of the gentleman’s chair, Rocky stared back. Mouth agape, his eyes were wide; at least, they were until the gentleman asked for his attention again. Then the musician turned back to his charge, grin in place around whatever flowery words he spouted.

Mordecai tensed. “I trust this was enough?” he asked.

Pulling back to look up at him, Ivy squinted and pursed her lips as if to contemplate.

Mordecai rolled his eyes and raised his brows at her as the next song started.

“Fiiine,” Ivy relented with a smile. “I release you.”

Scoffing, Mordecai led her back towards her party of friends. “Mitzi put my name on a necklace for you,” he told her. “But your real present is up in the office.”

Vibrating, she bounced closer. “Is it—?”

He interrupted. “The rifle you wanted? Yes.”

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy fan comic #lackadaisy fanfiction #lackadaisy fanart #fanfiction #i haven't picked a title #the fic has been written but i'm still illustrating it #posting all the parts here before i upload to ao3 later #hellerby #mordecai x rocky #mordecai heller #rocky rickaby #*slaps fic* this baby can fit so many headcanons #like mordecai probably can dance just hates it #inappropriate use of shakespeare #nonlinear #flashbacks

[wewontfall-asleep]

YOO!! CORRUPTED ASK BLOG!!

Open: Crimson, Missing... Rosado, Quartz, Kunzite, Blixer, Cuda, Lycan, Macabre, Muffet, Cleo (Cool Friends), lvy(light speed), Crow(oc), the levels, Citron, Kaizer, Cube.

Closed: none

Og acc: @jasperdudess

Normal askblog: @sleepy-shapes

Comic: @love-and-corruption-comic

[flyinglvy]

Intro post!

I'm Lvy! But I'm mostly comfy with Ivy or Izy!

she/he/star/it! (any pronouns except they/them)

My current main interests are Lego Monkie Kid and Object Shows! For OS, I usually only post oc contents, and maybe fanarts if I feel like it!

Here are my other medias:

• Instagram - @//lvy_.artz15

• Twitter & Tiktok - @//flyinglvy

• Youtube - @//Lvyivy_

• Artfight - Lvyartzz https://artfight.net/~Lvyartzz

I hope I can build a more comfortable profile in this app ^_^ !! Thank you!

#lego monkie kid #object show community

[dcfolks]

on the *LOOK OUT* for my sweet old , mister J — ( the JOKER )from the good classical animated series : “ batman “ & comic book “ harleen “ along with the others from those verses .. our loving “ friends “ ! two face. penguin. lvy. cat woman. batman~ etc. +18 HARLEY QUINN ✧˖°

no minors under any circumstances .. BY liking this post, is the only way of getting in contact with me so, that way I can message you.

🃏

#canon call #dc #kin #kin call #source call #batman #fictive #introject #joker

[h3xactinellida]

where did the girls go why am i seeing b*lvy