#Olivia Moore

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izombie fandom where are you

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never gonna stop quoting "draw the nipples jimmy"

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Night Court au where New Night Court gang gets transported back to og Night Court and Dan has to relive the gayest parts of his life, Abby gets to see her dad again, and Olivia, Gurgs & Wyatt have to watch the chaos unfold. do you see my vision night court fandom

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FIC LIST + SUMMARIES:

TRIAL DE NOVO When his court-assigned public defender quits on his first night as an arraignment judge at Manhattan Criminal Court, Leon decides to reach out to his old foster father, Harry Stone, for advice. He finds Harry's widower, Dan Fielding, instead. ALTERNATIVE DISPUTE RESOLUTION All things considered, Dan’s first month as a public defender in Leon’s courtroom passes relatively smoothly—until a blast from the past forces him to defend his behavior after Harry’s death. SWEETHEART DEAL Love is in the air: Leon works up the courage to ask out Rene Robinson, and Dan considers if he's ready to date again after a chance reunion with old flame Joan Hobson. CONTRIBUTORY NEGLIENCE (coming soon!) After being hit by a car while out on an early morning bagel run, the last thing Leon expects is to wake up in a world where his court clerk is a stressed out single father, his prosecutor is a perky blonde half his size, and his public defender is none other than his former foster father, Harry T. Stone. RESIDUARY LEGACY (coming soon!) After the sixth anniversary of Harry’s death, Leon joins Dan in scattering Harry’s ashes off the coast of Rhode Island. On the way, Dan reflects on his and Harry’s love story, from the beginning to the end.

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[norma-jean-monster]

happy to hear more new night court is on the way but sad to hear olivia won't be in it, i had utterly fallen in love with her

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iZombie

Season 1: March 17 - June 19 2015

Season 2: Oct 6 2015 - April 12 2016

Season 3: April 4 - June 27 2017

Season 4: Feb 26 2018 - August 11 2024

Season 5: August 11 - August 28 2024

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- Dominik’s phone rings -

Dom: Who’s calling me this late?

Finn: Booty call!

Rhea: - glares at Finn -

Finn: Or… family emergency.

Damian: - looks at Finn like there’s something wrong with him -

Finn: Butt dial! :D

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I can never get enough of zombies eating the same brain and having their mood/personality swings be in sync.

(this post is sponsored by Liv and Blaine talking in science lingo while Ravi is thoroughly fed up by them)

[boasamishipper]

Six Sentence Sunday

the opening of Contributory Negligence, the fourth fic in the Judge Leon series:

“I’ll be honest,” Leon says to the rival mariachi bands in front of his bench, “the fact you all got out of that fight without any serious injuries to yourselves or the others in the subway car is pretty…maraca-less.”

“Boo,” Fielding says, making a thumbs down sign.

Leon ignores him. “But next time, try and settle your dispute with your words. Not your fists. Or your trumpets.” He bangs his gavel. “Two hundred dollar fine and time served. Adiós, amigos.”

Gurgs cheerfully escorts the mariachi bands out of the courtroom, and Fielding and Olivia approach the bench. “Not to tell you how to run your courtroom,” Fielding says, in the tone of someone definitely about to tell Leon how to run his courtroom, “but do you think you could make it to the dinner break without inflicting another terrible pun on us? My brain is ready to bleed out of my ears.”

“Terrible?” Leon says, putting his hand over his heart. “Inflicting? Madam Prosecutor, you like my jokes, right?”

Olivia gives him a thumbs up and a wide smile and chirps, “Sure do, Your Honor!”

Leon smiles smugly at Fielding. “See?”

“Why are you encouraging this?” Fielding says to Olivia. “Don’t you have any respect for yourself? Any dignity? Any shame?”

“Nope,” Olivia says, popping the p.

“Well, get some,” Fielding says. “Otherwise you’ll end up marrying someone who thinks puns and pulling quarters out of people’s ears is the pinnacle of wit.”

“Worked out pretty well for you, last I checked,” Leon says, even as Olivia shudders dramatically.

Fielding shrugs. “Touché.”

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[lunadove]

Dan: Affection and love and joy are all illusions. People should distance themselves from others so they don’t get used to those feelings and then get hurt.

Olivia: You’re literally filling out a form to adopt Abby.

Dan: Irrelevant.

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iZombie brainrot

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I feel like Liv could have said she had HIV or some other blood born disease that she got at the boat party in order to explain why she couldn't give blood to her brother when he got hurt

It would have helped explain her changes (as many people do change when they find out they suddenly have a life long illness to deal with) and would have made it so maybe her family wouldn't have been so pissed at her for so long due to making the right choice not to give her brother her blood when he needed it

I think this would have worked further since a lot of times zombie-ism can be/is a metaphor for HIV and other blood born illnesses anyway

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If it’s okay to request, would you be willing to write dom!Liv (IZombie) where she makes you be quiet? 👀 (gn!reader is completely okay)

You got it, beautiful!

I present my very first iZombie ficlet, a dom!Olivia Moore x genderneutral!reader story:

Don’t Say Moore

It had been an unusually tame week in Seattle, leaving the SPD morgue about as lifeless as the few corpses kept cold there. Strolling in, you set your coat down on a nearby chair before quietly creeping up behind a man you’d gotten to know well enough with to startle.

“Got you!” you declare triumphantly as Ravi Chakrabarti jumps at your touch on his shoulder.

"Another busy day going out of your way to harass hard-working medical professionals, I take it?" he asks you, feigned irritation in the undertones of his East London accent.

"Yup!" you reply cheerily, "One down, one to go."

"I believe your second victim is rummaging around the supply closet somewhere," Ravi said, a mischievous grin on his face as he watched you quietly turn the corner.

It was your turn to be startled as the supply closet door swung open, revealing the exceptionally pale, blonde woman you had been seeing for about a week now. Olivia Moore had saved you from a close encounter with a zombie and the two of you had gotten close in the process - as close as a human and a zombie can get without becoming two zombies, anyway. The way she was looking at you today was different: the hunger that you usually saw deep in her eyes as she scanned your body - that definitely-too-sexual-for-work longing glance - seemed to instead have been replaced with the genuinely ravenous stare of an apex predator.

“Babe, you look like you haven’t slept!" you exclaim, surprised to see dark circles around her eyes. Then, upon seeing her shoulder, you began to panic, "Is that a bullet wound? Wait, when’s the last time you’ve… eaten?” your voice gets softer as she walks past you. Despite not having been together long, the two of you had already had your share of arguments about the realities of her investigative work. You had honestly expected more of a fight.

“Rough night helping Clive. I’m handling it," Liv grunts, setting out the medical supplies she had taken from the supply closet and missing the questioning look you gave Ravi, whose eyes seemed to plead you to change the subject.

“It’s just... the detective work you do is so dangerous," you continue, ignoring the doctor's animated grimace, "I know you want to help people, but you're already a medical examiner, right? So do you really need to keep putting yourself at risk doing this detective thing?” You look over at Ravi to back you up, but he stands up suddenly.

"I’ll just go update Clive on our progress, then. Be right back,” and with that he ducks out, looking for all the world like he couldn’t exit the morgue fast enough.

“Babe, I worry about something happening to you all the time-“ you start before Liv interrupts you.

“You don’t have to worry about me dying," she said bluntly, "I'm already dead."

Liv keeps her eyes on the supplies as she keeps talking, "Just a shambling zombie dealing with a slow week at the morgue. If I've learned anything working here, it's that the people of Seattle don't usually stop murdering each other for very long."

“Liv, I care about you. How am I supposed to not worry when you’re putting yourself in danger all the time?” you put your hand on her shoulder, wishing she would turn around and look at you - only to regret it. Her head whips around, eyes turning red before letting out a growl and putting her hand around your throat.

“Shut. Up.” she spat, pinning you down onto one of the empty exam tables. Knowing her nails were one small movement away from taking your humanity, you kept yourself as still as possible and your breath as shallow as you could manage under her grip.

"Say another word and I won't have to wait for a murder to get my next meal," she snarled, inches away from your face. Your own heartbeat pounded loudly in your ears and you had a moment when you were sure you were about to pass out - then, Liv's eyes shifted just as quickly back to their usual muted shades and she let go of you. Gasping to get enough air again, you clutch your chest before feeling your neck for scratches. Thankfully, you seem unscathed. Looking up, you notice Liv is smiling now and decide not to say anything that might change that.

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