#livi-03

[ning2lilac]

SUPER SHY; PARK JISUNG

MASTERLIST

PAIRINGS: park jisung x fem!reader

TAGS: slow burn, fluff, humour, college au, smau, a lot of chenle’s pov too, both characters are shy 😔

SYNOPSIS: Chenle is tired of his friend being the shyest (he actually says “lamest”) person on earth, so he takes matters into his own hands and starts the mission to get him a girlfriend. However, there is one problem: the girl he considers to be the perfect choice is just as shy as him, so he will have to find a way.

WARNINGS: maybe suggestive humour

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CHAPTERS

0. characters

CHAPTER 01: I am not that lame

CHAPTER 02: girls I’m tired of this

CHAPTER 💫 park jisung’s woman mission by zhong chenle

CHAPTER 03: what’s his zodiac sign?

CHAPTER 04: introvert wants introvert

CHAPTER 05: the livie

CHAPTER 06: jisung?

CHAPTER 07: the answer is no…or maybe

CHAPTER 08: who is this???

CHAPTER 09: your mother

CHAPTER 10: 20 questions

CHAPTER 11:

CHAPTER 12:

[mellowdyverse]

01. the gyals

naoi maya , portrayed by naoi rei

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ "if you saw me running. no u didn't."

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ '04 , august 9th

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ infp , "ur fav yapper MWA"

hokazono hyeon , portrayed by hokazono iroha

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ "I JUST SAW MAI SPEEDING DOWN THE HALLWAY?!?"

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ '04 , may 11th

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ intj , "why did hybe make txt emo"

li yuxi , portrayed by pham hanni

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ "who spilled water all over the floor..."

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ '04 , january 22nd

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ infj , "im a violinist, idk how to hide a 5'10 man"

kim livi , portrayed by kim minji

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ "i just saw yuyu slip n fall like a cartoon character-"

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ '04 , june 4th

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ enfp , "i made u a cat:)"

kim yin , portrayed by kim minjeong / winter

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ "WHO BURNED THE RICE???"

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ '01 , november 10th

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ entj , "loml and it's just a tall, 01 man w/ chronic bambi symptoms"

ning bee , portrayed by ning yizhuo / ningning

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ "humans are capable of burning RICE??!?!?"

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ '03 , february 22nd

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ entp , "when did lee sohee get SO FINE?!?!?"

mais notes !

PHEWW THAT WAS HARD FOR NO REASON?? nyways i had so much fun making this and theres more to come!! also, fcs used r more like resemble claims !! and ages r changed 4 story purposes !!😭🫶🏼 + im sorry if i annoyed my pookies w/ questions!! soz soz 🫶🏼ㅠㅠ

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[tahanann]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ To whoever finds these letters, I hope they reach you well ❞ ✎▫✧⭒....

Fandom: Hetalia Relationship: F/M Pairing: Alfred F. Jones (America) / (Female) Reader Chapter list: 00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 Also posted on: AO3, Wattpad, Quotev

Chapter 13: " He's gone. " ✎▫✧⭒…

Everything in the world was still right now. The heat had recently swept through (Y/n)'s city, causing an overwhelming amount of warmth in the streets. A slight cold breeze had been a saving grace to the citizens having to deal with the current heatwave. Many people were in their homes or visiting malls to cool off. Lazing around was a popular activity for those who chose to stay in their homes.

(Y/n) was included in that bunch.

The young woman had been laying down on a picnic blanket underneath a tree in her backyard. The tree had been there ever since she's gotten this place and it was certainly a favorite of hers. The branches, with or without their leaves, gave her company whenever she had restless nights. It had been like a friend, who trudged through, giving the shadows that covered her from the moon's light. 

Her eyes stare up at the tree, watching little critters run around. Squirrels had made this tree their home. The sun's rays peeked through gaps between leaves, illuminating some of (Y/n)'s features.

Despite the radiance she received from the sun, she was as dull as ever. The young woman still struggled with her mental health but she took advice from her parents and close friends. She had to cave in because the days had been getting rather difficult to trudge through. With a bit of therapy and support from everyone, things have been much more bearable. 

Work was going smoother now and she was able to socialize as much as before. Felicia and Matthew had been giving her some food through their countless house visits over the past few weeks. Her separated parents found time to call her to check in after she told them about her struggles. They were caring, understanding, and kind. 

They had promised to look after her years ago and they were fulfilling it. 

It was safe to say that (Y/n) was surrounded by people that loved her, but the same can't be said for her love life. Her relationship with her main romantic interest was blurry right now. Her heart ached for a man who likely has a wife and grandchildren by now, but he was possibly not even alive anymore. Either way, the bridge she had built cannot even reach her destination. A restless fog had covered her sights for the end of the bridge. 

It was impossible to cross.

This relationship had been the main source of her misery and (Y/n) had been aware of it for so long. She always thought she could make it work and she fails to see that it has been steering in the wrong direction. The young woman devoted her love to a man that, she believed, loves her back. No one else but Matthew and Felicia knew about this. 

Thank god her parents didn't know. They'd tell her to fully detach herself from him, which seems like something she just can't do. She loved him too much and there was a lot to lose, seeing how her mental health hinges on the very thought of him.

Jones. 

(Y/n) shook her head, dismissing her thoughts. She cannot let herself get lost thinking about him again. Closing her eyes, she let out a sigh, before she opened them once more. The sun was still there, the sky was still as blue as ever, and the tree was still green and brown. She was still laying on a picnic blanket with containers of food surrounding her. 

Evidence of her picnic with Matthew earlier today. 

After a while of sky-watching, the young woman sits up. She pushes her hands through her hair as she adjusts to her new position. She blinked once, twice, three times, before continuing to push herself up to a stand. She gathered the remnants of today's activity and headed into her cold home. The backyard lays dormant for the rest of the afternoon, as (Y/n) once again cooped up in her house. 

The tv in the dark living room played noise in the background as she cooked dinner for one, with a little extra to be served as leftovers for tomorrow. The warm, orange light of the kitchen illuminates her form, but she remains cold always. The heat had left her home as soon as the sun disappeared. The temperature was deathly cold.

Her hands weren't shivering, but there was a chill pressed against her back, overseeing her chop vegetables and put them all in a pot. (Y/n) paid no mind to the presence, as she had been accustomed to it. The cold was always there, hugging her whenever possible. It lived here with her, almost like a partner, and she's grown to love it. 

As a matter of fact, she's always been in love with it. 

She only saw him once, but she always felt him. He was here, always stalking her during the night and disappearing for the morning. The moon energized him, (Y/n) believed), and she was fine with it. She supposed she could use the company.

(Y/n) hummed softly to herself as she finished cooking. It was done now and she could finally dine in the comfort of her living room. Wherever she went, the cold drifted alongside her. It sat beside her on the couch as she played something on the tv to keep her distracted from her thoughts. She ate her dinner, watched for a little while, and eventually went away to follow her usual nightly routine.

Afterward, she rested on her bed, her eyes staring at the abyss. The light of the moon seeped through the gaps between the leaves of the tree and the window, illuminating the area just a bit. It wasn't enough to keep the apparitions from appearing above her. 

Beside her was her phone, playing a random song to fill up the silence. Her (e/c) eyes continue to gaze at the darkness. She tried finding the sparkle of broken glasses again, though he did not appear. Not after that other night, after her dad's visit, did he appear again. The specter she wanted to believe was Jones never showed itself to her again. The ghosts that she saw tonight were the cells in her eyes, floating around in their liquid casing. 

Although she can't see him, she could feel him. The room is still as cold as ever, even if she had her blanket around her. There wasn't a hint of pressure beside her, but he was somewhere here. Watching her, protecting her, she'd liked to believe. The company didn't make her fall asleep, however. There was anxiety gnawing her insides. 

There were only two letters left in the box, and the decline Jones has been going through has not been bright. There were a few light-hearted letters but (Y/n) felt as if that was an attempt to make himself feel better. The war wasn't going well, or at least that's what Jones believed. (Y/n) feared that the last two letters will be anything but good news.

She had every right to think about it that way. 

Even if it was going to be good news, it'll end terribly for her. She'd lose him. The letters are all she had of the soldier.

The young woman continued to stare at the ceiling, letting her fears chew her insides. Eventually, through fatigue, she would fall into a deep sleep, only to wake early in the morning. The sun barely peeked through the horizon. The room was still cold, but only because of the morning chill that occupied her home. The presence that watched over her was gone. (Y/n) was truly alone in her room. 

The (h/c)-haired lady stayed in her room for a few hours, unmoving from her position. She'd pondered and imagined scenarios in her head to make her feel better. It distracted her from the gloom that came with opening the second to last letter. When she had enough energy, she stood up and proceeded with her morning routine. 

There, in the bathroom, she felt him. A cold spot was in the corner, and behind the shadows of her door, she saw a figure. The glint was barely visible, but she could make out his form. (Y/n) stared at the apparition, connecting eyes with him for a moment, before he would fade into the darkness of the shadow. From the mirror, she continued to maintain eye contact. Her body was unmoving, fearing if she did move, he would too. 

Her heart ached. 

"Come back, I want to see you," she'd say. This was the second time she'd see him. But the ghost wouldn't comply, for he had already expended energy to be slightly visible today. It may be that her eyes were just seeing things, but (Y/n) believed it was him. Her still body would eventually move to finish the rest of her routine. When she left, he'd appear within the darkness of her unlit bathroom. (Y/n) felt him move with her, just hovering around. 

She stared at the box that held the letters. The second one was sitting on her lap, ready to be opened, but her focus was on the last one that sat at the bottom of the box. Biting her lip, she turned her attention to the one already out of the container. She swallowed her emotions and ripped open the envelope. She didn't want to scan the letter.

It was all going to be the same.

"Good morning, Jones," (Y/n)'s voice cracked at the mention of his name. "How are you feeling?"

She already knew the answer.

To my darling angel, The operation at the beach was a success, but unfortunately, angel, I'm heavily wounded. I don't think I have that much time to live and I'm okay with that, honestly. I've come to accept that my death is nearing. There's not that much for me to live for anyway. Alex...he's gone. He died the day we stormed the beach. He told me he was going to live but he immediately got shot the moment the ramp opened. It's only been a few days since I last saw him but his image is still burned into my memory. Him, along with the annoying thoughts continue to haunt me. I think death is the only way to get them out of there. I'm the only one left out of my friends anyway. Nobody at home will miss me too much. All my friends are dead because of me and I can't handle the guilt of it all. I can't. It's always been my fault. I've already told Ma and Pa about giving up. They tell me to keep living, but it's hard. I don't want to have them deal with me. I know by the time I come back home, I'm not going to have an easy life. I'm so fucked up, it'll be so hard for me to get accustomed to civilian life again. I'll have so many problems and I don't want Ma and Pa dealing with all of that. I'd rather just get rid of the problem and spare them the trouble. I would live for you but I think it'd be useless. You don't love me anymore. You don't even think about me anymore, so what's the point? You've already, probably, tossed the letter aside. But that's okay. I understand. I won't hold any grudges against you because I know it's hard to love me. If you ever live with me after the war, you'd have the same problems as Ma and Pa. Leaving would make everyone feel better. I'll still love you regardless, even in my dying breath, my angel, I'll still love you. I've always told myself that I'd be your protector, so maybe, if God is good and great, he'll let me. At night, I'll be there, to make sure you're safe and happy. Maybe I can watch over you. I'd forever be the moon to your stars, my darling. I've been in and out of consciousness, or so I've been told. I've been in this med-bay for a while now and I know I can't make it out of here alive. It's kind of funny. I've always wondered what it was like to have death at my doorstep. I thought he'd be cold and overbearing, but he's actually a pretty sweet guy and gives people warmth and comfort whenever they need it. I feel him everywhere in this warm medical bay. He's always been by my side, waiting for my time and I'm afraid that it's already nearing. He sits on my bed and watches over me like the nurses and doctors that tend to my wounds every day.  He's here with me right now while I'm writing this letter. He's telling me that I should write down everything I want to say to you. He's telling me to snap out of it though, but how can I? The very thought of you gives me comfort. Maybe one day, I will, but for as long as I breathe, I'll forever think about you. My vision is fading, baby. I pray to God he'll let me write to you once more. Just one more day, angel, and maybe another. I want to see you again in my dreams. Maybe he'll let me since I can sleep peacefully now. Forever yours, Jones

(Y/n) looked at the letter in her hands, resonating with his acceptance. Her hands tightly gripped the paper as she stared at his writing. It was messy in some parts, but he tried to be neat. There were tear stains on the aged paper. The young woman had a feeling that, even if he said he accepted death, there was a part of him that didn't want to go. He was still in his youth. He wanted to live but what he went through made it impossible for him. 

The (h/c)-haired woman doesn't know the extent of his injuries, but the way he put it, he was gravely wounded. Even if he could be honorably discharged, his wounds make living life impossible. (Y/n) hated having to think about him in this state, but that's all she had in her mind. The thought of him being confined to a bed all his life, drinking medicine to overcome the pain.

It hurt her.

Though, the thought of him dying too, hurt her just as much. 

(Y/n) placed the letter against her lips, giving him her usual send-off. "I pray for your recovery, Jones," the young woman would say. She knew the inevitable was coming, but she wanted to believe that he was able to change his mind and fight for his life. The last letter in the box might be proof that he's moved on from his beloved and he went on to live a long, prosperous life. 

Despair lingered around her as she tucked the piece of paper back into its envelope. She stared at the aged paper for a bit before hiding it in her drawer. She lingered at her bed for a moment, as she felt a presence surround her. She could only smile before she'd shed a tear and cry out the emotions in her chest. 

She'd muster her feelings at some point and put them all in a bottle for future use. (Y/n) left her bed, with her phone in her hand, and went to the bathroom to freshen up once more. She put on a bit of makeup and redness-correcting eyedrops to mask the fact that she ended up crying this morning. A notification ping echoed in the bathroom.

Matthew must be here. 

He organized another hang-out with her today because he said he was feeling "a bit lonely". (Y/n) knew it was just a way for him to check up on her. He was aware that they were coming up on the last few days of her obsession. He wanted to make sure that she can get out of this situation alive and well. With the way (Y/n)'s been acting, both of them knew that it'll end in an emotional spiral. Matthew wanted to be there for her when that happens. 

The young woman stared at her appearance in the mirror and tugged the corners of her lips to fabricate a smile. It was good enough to wear. She sent her friend a text saying that she was going to get ready. She changed her clothes, fixed her hair, and made her way out with her belongings at hand. Matthew was standing outside her door, holding his fluffy, white dog with the leash.

"Hey. There you are," Williams grinned as he sent a wave to his friend. "Come on. If we don't leave soon, the beach is gonna be filled with a ton of people and we won't have a spot for us." Kuma barked in agreement with his owner, causing (Y/n) to genuinely smile.

"I've already got my things so we can start heading out now." The young woman went over to the Canadian's car and placed her few things in the trunk. Kuma had already hopped onto the backseat, already secured and ready for the trip. (Y/n) rode shotgun with Matthew in the driver's seat. She was given the aux cord so she played whatever music interested her at the moment. 

The drive to the beach was long but comfortably quiet. Somewhere through the drive, (Y/n) managed to fall asleep. It may have been general fatigue that knocked her out, or maybe it was due to the crying session she had prior to the trip. Maybe it was simply a little bit of both. 

Matthew often looked to his side to check on his friend. His focus was on the road, sure, but when they were stopped at a light, he would take his glances. A sigh left him when he saw signs of what happened to her before he appeared at her door steps. Despite her going to therapy, it was still taking a toll on her. Matthew would know. He's been there before, though it wasn't as heavy hitting as hers. 

He's always pondered how she got here, but he never fully dwelled on the thought for too long. Many people have different ways of getting to that point. It would be hard for him to understand where she was. She was dealing with a tough situation and he was only going to be there to support her.

Not question her. 

The day was still relatively young when they arrived at the beach. It took them a while to get a parking spot but they were here. Just the two of them, at the beach. Other people were near the shore, like families and couples that took their afternoon strolls. (Y/n) sat around with Kuma as Matthew set up most of their things, from the umbrella to the cooler that held the snacks he prepared earlier today.

Kuma panted, feeling the heat warm him up. With a dog that had such a thick coat, he was barely surviving in this heat. What kept him going was the fan that had been pointed at his face. (Y/n) sat by the hound's side, staring at the clear blue water surrounding the grey beach. The sounds of people and the water comforted (Y/n), but there was a thought that stayed in her mind. 

Jones.

A few letters ago, he mentioned pretty beaches and how he's always wanted to visit one with his significant other. As she stared at the water that threatened to come by their towels, she thought of him and his wish. She wanted to fulfill that with him, but she wasn't his. She could be, in her mind, but in reality, she can't. 

Her eyes envisioned him with her. The image she's created of him may not be true to life, but this was her Jones. His glasses were pristine and his smile was stuck on his face. He wore his green uniform, his hat, and sparkling medals on his chest. He was with her and he was well. Though the image of him disappeared when Matthew called out to her.

"You're blanking out," the blonde told her. He sat in front of her, with his back turned toward the waves. "Here. I got some snacks from the cooler. I dunno if you've already eaten yet, but it'd be nice to have something for the stomach, you know." Matthew had a sweet smile on his face as he handed his friend the food he packed for today. (Y/n) stared at it and nodded her head.

"Thank you, Mattie." She'd take a bite and feel slightly better. She'd turn her gaze away to look at the spot Jones had been. Matthew noticed her look and did the same, finding no one near them, though he could find a couple playing in the water. Her eyes were still blank and it looked like she was having a hard time focusing on the moment.

"I know there's something on your mind, (Y/n)," Matthew confronted her. 

"I'm fine," she mumbled.

Matthew noticed the sign and decided to give up almost immediately. He'd wait for her to tell him. It's no use trying to pry open something that didn't want to be opened. He would sit next to his dog, Kuma, who was now laying down on the blankets. The fan that kept him cool was still whirring in front of him as he took his afternoon nap. 

The Canadian stared out to sea, watching the water crash onto the shore. (Y/n) was doing the same, except her eyes saw something different. Her beloved soldier was there, playing in the water, smiling at her. His speck of green stood out in the sea of blue.

She was seeing things. 

The duo shared the silence as they sat around. (Y/n) broke their peace by saying, "Did you know...the letters mentioned a beach." Matthew looked to his friend, his eyebrow arching, asking her to continue. 

"Jones...he wanted to go to the beach with his girlfriend," (Y/n) continued, "he was stationed at a beach when he wrote that letter. All he ever thought about was her, you know. It pains me a lot to think about it. How he might not even get to see her at a beach." The young woman hugged her legs, but her (e/c)-colored eyes continued to stare at the sea. 

"I opened another letter today. The second to last one." There was hesitance in her voice. "He's dying, Matthew. And I'm scared that the last letter- tomorrow's letter- might be his written will." The man she was talking to would continue to be silent so she could voice her thoughts. That's all she needed to do anyway, to make herself feel just a bit better.

"I don't want to lose him. You know this already. That last letter is going to be the death of me."

Matthew's periwinkle eyes stared at his friend as he listened to her. "You know you have to let him go eventually. You can't let some dead soldier hang onto you and break you like this, (Y/n)." He hated seeing her go through something as painful as this, especially since her pain is coming from a dead man. Matthew can't confront the dead. 

(Y/n) dipped her head and let out a muffled, "I know." Her heart broke just a bit when Matthew spoke to her. She knows he's right, but she's stubborn. She'll let Jones break her anyway. Matthew reached out to her and placed a hand on her back. He could feel her breaths becoming shallow. She was going to lose it. The blonde did his best to comfort her, through small rubs and pats on her shoulders. 

He'd help her with breathing exercises and they worked, for the most part. It's hard to get rid of her thoughts about Jones though. Matthew didn't know that the beach would have such an effect on her. He should have planned this outing better. A hum leaves the Canadian as he looked at his friend. The friends connected gazes and smiled at each other. 

"I'm okay," (Y/n) would tell him. They knew both she wasn't, but she was going to try and be better. Looking back at the sea, she'd spot the blue again. The speck of green was still there and the faint apparition of Jones lingered in the water. He no longer had a pristine uniform. Dried blood coated his haunting form and his glasses were cracked. She could never see his face but she always looked out for his smile. 

It wasn't there anymore.

(Y/n) stared at the figure in the water, before the wave crashed over him, making him disappear completely. The young woman's lips pursed together and forced a smile. She hasn't told anyone about the visions she's been seeing because she knew that people would think of her as insane. No one would believe her if she said she was being haunted by the object of her fascination.

They spent today's afternoon lazing around the shore under the umbrella and playing. They build sandcastles and buried each other under the sand to distract (Y/n) from her thoughts. At the end of it all, they walked Kuma down the shore, letting the heated pup wet his feet to cool down. Kuma ended up being drenched in seawater, which Matthew had to clean once they were home.

To say that the beach hangout was a success would be a lie, but (Y/n) enjoyed spending time with her friend, Matthew. The blonde walked her to her home and made sure to give her his usual send-off for the night. He gently wrapped his arms around her for an embrace and kept her close for a bit. (Y/n) relished the hug and laughed a little when she felt her friend squeeze her.

"Good night, Mattie," she would say.

"Good night, (Y/n)," he'd reply back. "I trust you. Please don't do anything bad."

"I won't."

The two friends drifted apart and sent each other their final waves for the night. (Y/n) disappeared inside her cold, dark home. She lingered in there for a moment with her eyes scanning her surroundings for a hint of green amongst the void. Nothing, per usual. She turned on the lights of her home and got ready for dinner and her nightly routine.

It was the same old. Nothing ever changed. 

The young woman would rest her head on her pillow and stare at the void that wrapped around her. She'd feel pressure at the foot of the bed, finding a glimpse of green. 

This is the third time- now.

He moved ever so slightly in the dark. His broken glasses gleamed underneath the moonlight. (Y/n) stared at him before she moved. Her hand met his bloodied fingers halfway and they lingered there.

He was cold, colder than her freezer, colder than the artic, but the smile he held was warm and comforting. The young woman couldn't tell if she was hallucinating things or if his apparition was truly there. He began to shift into a blur the more she stared at him. 

"Stay-" (Y/n)'s meek voice called out. His form could only smile.

Then he was gone. 

"No-" she'd whispered after. Her fingers curled into a fist as she hugged her legs. Tears swelled in her eyes as she cried. This night would leave her with no sleep, as her tears and thoughts kept her awake. There was no need to worry though. She doesn't have work for another day, anyway.

The sun would rob the moon's spotlight, filling the world with light. It would seep through the tree that hid (Y/n)'s window. The young woman was at her bed as still as a rock. Her eyes were unmoving, staring at the ceiling, and waiting for the day to pass. 

Today was the last day, then after that, no more letters. A year has passed already, but it didn't feel like it. 

She'd lose energy but she could never regain it. (Y/n) lacked the need to sleep as her mind was constantly busy. She'd move a limb, then another, until she's fully out of bed. She moved like the undead, trudging along her floor until she managed to limp to the bathroom. The darkness of it all gave her comfort. Her (e/c)-colored eyes looked for green but found nothing. 

With a sigh, she turned on her lights and continued what she would usually do in the morning. (Y/n) corrected the bags under her eyes and practiced smiling. She's been doing this for a while now and there hasn't been significant progress. She could never feel truly happy.

Approaching the final day made her more miserable. 

But unlike Jones, she has too much to live for. She needed to keep fighting whatever was bringing her down.

Once finished, she appeared in her bedroom again. (Y/n) looked at the spot she knew held the box. Her stare was intense and her body was as still as she could get. Anxiety filled her stomach immediately but she reached forward and opened it. 

The last letter sat comfortably in its spot, waiting to be opened. (Y/n) didn't want to, but she knew she had to. Biting her lip, she plucked it from the bottom. There was something odd about this one. It was heavier than the others. It threw the woman off, but she pushed forward and she gently ripped the envelope.

The letter had been folded neatly inside and there were a few souvenirs too. The young woman knew that the man enjoyed sending home gifts, but these were different. She opened the paper and found dog tags and a black and white photo. (Y/n) looked at the photograph first. 

There was a man posing for his photo. He appeared to have blonde hair and bright eyes with small, square glasses sitting atop his nose. His complexion was clear and pale but flushed cheeks. He had a gleaming smile that completed everything. He wore a dark uniform that held no badges or metals. The soldier was young, handsome, and didn't have a care in the world.

(Y/n) turned the photo around to find writing in pen that said, "Me! Send copies to Ma, Pa, and Mattie when able!" There was no mention of a feminine name anywhere, but that wasn't what she was hyper-fixated on right now. Her thoughts revolved around the idea that she can put a face to him now. Her heart jumped for joy, but at the same time, she brought herself down. 

This was the last letter. She can't envision him after this is over. The fact made her emotional, which was enough to put some tears in her eyes. She placed his photo down and looked at the dog tags that accompanied the letter. 

"Alfred F. Jones," she whispered. That was his name. Alongside it were numbers, his blood type, his religion, and another name, though this didn't seem like his girlfriend or anything. She was thinking it was his mother since it said "Mrs. F. Jones."

(Y/n) could be heard muttering his name over and over again. She still had the urge to call him Jones. Placing the memorabilia down, she turned her attention to the letter. It was pristine, but she finally noticed there were a few blood splotches on the edges. It's aged, dried blood, which was a cause of concern for her, but it didn't matter. 

None of it matters anymore. 

"Good morning, Alfred," she'd greet. It was much more personal now. "How are you doing, darling?" She'd try to make herself feel better, but the greeting caught her off guard. It sounded like he was distancing himself away. He didn't call her angel anymore.

To whoever finds these letters, I hope they reach you well. I don't have that much time left in me, but I'd like to write down my feelings and my thoughts. I'm not asking for big audience, but if there is one, and you're the one, please listen to me. That's all I ask. I've been given a lot of paper, so I have enough to put down everything. At least I think so anyway. They say I can always ask for more, but I doubt I can. Breathing is getting significantly harder for me, but I'm trying to live just so I can write. I'm trying to unpack so that in the next life, I'll be given a fresh start. I want to leave everything here in my old body. I don't necessarily believe in the afterlife or in reincarnation, but I just want to leave my baggage here. Experiencing the near end of my life has given me a lot to think about. I've always thought it's impossible to find clarity in death, but now I'm getting first-hand experience and I can't help but think it's funny. I used to think it was strange but now I'm going through it right now. I've found peace in knowing that I'm going to leave soon and that has given me a clear head. I hope this is the first letter you've read because the past ones, the ones that will be sent to my home with this one, are filled with nonsense from a grieving madman. I don't care if you send these letters to a museum, just don't send them to my parents. Send them specifically to my house. If they've seen that their son has gone utterly insane over the years would hurt so much. You can put this anywhere you want, actually, just as long as someone reads them. It could be you, it could be anyone willing to listen to me. I just want to be heard. I want to be seen. I want others to know how a man can suffer because of this war. I don't know when you'll be finding these. You could be reading this years after I die. Just- you know, if you do happen to see my letters, please treat them with care, or not. Throw them away, just- please read them or send them somewhere where people actually care. You can even send it to a museum or something.  Leave the rest of these letters unopened so the curators can read them. They'll treat these with care, that is if they are still in good health and these letters are legible, but if you want, you can also take care of them. I don't know why, though, but if you think it's fine then be my guest. But if this is the last letter you've read, then I have a few words to tell you. Thank you, and I'm sorry you've had the misfortune of knowing me. I appreciate the fact that you've read everything because that's all I needed. I just needed someone to listen to me, even if it'll take days or years for someone to find these. You could be anyone, really, and I wouldn't care who you are because regardless, I appreciate you. I'm grateful for your patience and your sympathy because the Lord knows someone like me doesn't deserve it. The thought of someone finding these letters and reading them is enough to make me happy on my deathbed. Thank you so much for taking the time of your day to listen to me and my stupid, incoherent ramblings. Hey, you've been with me the entire journey. You made it this far. If I caused something to you while you're reading the past few letters please know I didn't mean to hurt you. I appreciate your sympathy, I genuinely do, but I am deeply sorry for the pain I may have caused. I've caused too much to other people and the last thing I want is for another person to be hurt because of me.

There were tear stains on the next few pages, but they were still legible. The paper seems fresh too, but it looks somewhat aged.

My darling angel, This is to you personally. I know you're reading this because you've come this far and haven't discarded me yet. I have one thing to confess and I hope that you can listen to me and forgive me. I've hurt you the most and I realize this might hurt you even more. Please, I ask for you to forgive me and listen to the words I have to say. Throughout my life, I didn't think angels ever existed. I'm not a religious man myself, but through the course of the war, I've started to believe God placed an angel to watch over me. You kept me happy and made me sane when things were rough. But the thing is- You never existed. You were never a physical person. In a way, you made me go mad. With some clarity, I realize that creating you was just my brain reaching for ways to feel better. Maybe my silent prayers were heard and God actually placed an angel to be with me from the start. Maybe I willed you into existence. But- You initially came in a form of a joke. I pretended to have a girlfriend because I felt left out. I thought it was funny to pretend to have someone to love. The rest of my friends had their own girlfriends to write to, but I was the only one who didn't have one. So I decided to play along and pretend that you existed, but then the more I wrote to you, a person who doesn't even exist, you became something to me.  You never had a physical body because you stemmed from my imagination. I projected to you the qualities I had. I also gave you hobbies I wanted to see. I believed that you were listening to me because Lord knows that's all I needed while I was fighting this damn stupid war. I made myself fall in love with the idea of you, which is by far the stupidest but the best thing I've done in my life. While I was thinking of you, you felt so real to me. It came to the point where I thought you were a living, breathing person that could actually write back to me. Everyone else was getting letters and I didn't. Not getting anything from you made me frustrated, but I held on to you so much because you're all I had. It pains me that you never existed, because I would have loved you so much, wholeheartedly. I would have done everything for you because the idea of you made me so happy. You were my everything.  I find my words weird and crazy the more I write them now, but this is how I genuinely feel. I fell in love with a figment of my imagination, but if by some miracle, you truly exist, I would have loved to see you. To hold you, to bring you out on dates, to kiss you. I want to do everything with you and I hope that in another life, I get to meet you. God has to be merciful enough to give me another chance. Maybe I'll win the life lottery in the next one, eh? I genuinely am sorry for the pain I've caused you. I've tried making it up to you. I promised you that I'd be the moon to your stars, that I'd be there to protect you. I've done all I can. I don't know if I could ever become a ghost, or whatever the hell exists out there, but if I could, I would be there at night, watching over you. I'd keep any dangers away from you because I'd hate to see you get hurt.  I've already hurt you so much, I don't want anything else harming you.  I know it's a lot to unpack. I know I've rambled. I know I've said a lot of shit, but it's all how I feel. This is the baggage I'll leave this body. I know I don't have that much time anymore so I'll cut it here. Breathing is getting hard for me but hey, I think I'll die peacefully. Thank you, my darling. I hope I get to see you in another life. I'll find my way to you again. I promise. I love you. Lovingly, and always forever yours, Alfred

Silence hung in (Y/n)'s bedroom as she stared at the letter in her hands. He was right. There is a lot to unpack, but the young woman doesn't have enough strength to handle it right now. Her vision is blurred with her tears, which dripped down to the paper. Her hands were shaking and soon enough her body would follow. 

Heat seeped through her room, but the area in front of her was deathly cold. Rubbing tears from her eyes, she could see just a bit clearer. Before her was an apparition of Alfred. He wore a clean, green uniform with brand-new glasses. The rest of him was in black and white, mimicking his appearance in his photograph.

Alfred knelt in front of her with his hands cupping her own. He held his usual bright smile but tears also ran down his cheeks. 

"I love you too, Alfred," she'd whisper. "I loved you so much."

They stared into each other's eyes. Slowly, he'd rise and press his lips against hers. 

A final parting gift.

The young woman would take at this moment and she'd close her eyes. They lingered for a bit before he'd leave. There were no more traces of him in her vision. She stared at the clear floor. The perpetual cold temperature of her room disappeared completely and the heavyweight that constantly rested on her shoulders disappeared.

Her mind was given clarity, but her chest was heavy with grief. This was the general grief experienced after losing a loved one though. It wasn't like the one she's felt over the past few months. She didn't feel the world on her shoulders anymore.

But this was at the cost of Jones. 

He no longer haunted her.

Perhaps the remnants of his soul have served their purpose and have gotten what they wanted.

(Y/n) smiled as she blankly stared at the spot Alfred knelt at. She'd eventually approach her door to try and get her day started. To make herself think about something else. To start the process of healing. Before she could leave she'd hear a whisper in her ear.

"I loved you too, (Y/n)."

[yllowpages]

this is an independent and private multimuse consisting of characters from and inspired by multiple properties. by livi  ( she / her. 25. cst. )  . character profiles are available, but feel free to ask any questions you might have. please READ RULES (below the cut) before following / interacting. OC and AU friendly!

CURRENTLY VIBING WITH : tbd.

[ this blog is using the BETA EDITOR with the xkit-rewritten “trim” function ]

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                    muses.  /  character profiles.  /  memes.  /  interest tracker.

01. DISCLAIMER : This is a writing and roleplaying blog. I do not claim to have any affiliation with any of the faceclaims or properties portrayed here. Any and all icons or graphics will be mine, unless stated otherwise. I will always give credit to the original creator of graphics or icons that I use. PSD can be found HERE.

02. BANNED MUSES AND FACECLAIMS :  Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things, Tate Langdon from American Horror Story, Evan Peters (as Pietro Maximoff), Aaron Taylor-Johnson (as Pietro Maximoff), Elizabeth Olsen (as Wanda Maximoff), Scarlett Johansson, Kilgrave of Marvel Comics and Netflix’s Jessica Jones, Johnny Depp, Armie Hammer, Ashton Kutcher, Mila Kunis. (SUBJECT TO BE UPDATED)

03. This blog is SELECTIVE & PRIVATE. I will only be roleplaying with MUTUALS and priority will be given to friends and people I’ve already built relationships with ooc and ic. This is not meant to exclude anyone, as I’m always willing to start new threads and talk to new people. I will also only follow people that are 21+.

04. This blog is on SELECTIVE ACTIVITY. I can disappear for days, weeks, or months at a time due to life, work, mental health reasons, other blogs I want to write on, etc. I am reachable through discord 99% of the time, however, if you want to keep contact when I am not on this blog.

05. I am generally DUPLICATE FRIENDLY, but I just won’t follow first because that makes me anxious. Duplicates can make me anxious, even if they exist on a multimuse, but I am getting better at it. If you share any of the muses on my list, be it on a solo or multimuse blog, please feel welcome to follow.

06. I will NOT roleplay smut. I am over the age of 18, but will not actively write nsfw content due to personal preference. 99% of nsfw things will be discussed in private messages and not posted. Any other nsfw content that appears on this blog (blood, violence, etc.) will be appropriately tagged. If I do not tag something you would like to be tagged, please let me know.

07. FORMATTING : I tend to use small text and italicize for emphasis. I am also largely iconless as I just don't have the energy anymore to make icons, especially for all the muses I have here. I do use a small separation banner/graphic on replies.

08. REQUEST ONLY MUSES : I have a few characters who are listed as request only on my muse list. Typically, this means they are more plot heavy / plot-based than some of my other characters (though i'm generally plot-based) and I’ll really want to focus on developing plots and dynamics. When we first plot, I may not always suggest them for plotting, but if you would like to plot and write with them, you are more than welcome to request them.

09. MEMES : Mutuals are more than welcome to send memes at any point (my meme tag is always linked above). We do not need to have plotted in order for you to send a meme! Memes are such a good way to get interactions started and to feel out dynamics. If you send  a meme prior to plotting, though, I may just come into your IMs (or we can share discord names) and do a little bit of plotting in order to respond.

10. MAINS & EXCLUSIVES : I do tend to practice mains and exclusives with people I have developed specific dynamics with between our characters. In terms of exclusivity, this does not need to be mutual. You could absolutely write with other versions of my muses, I just likely won't write with other versions of your exclusive muse.

11. ALTERNATE UNIVERSES : I'm a big fan of AUs. Even if I don't have something listed under a specific character's "verses" section, I am always on board to develop something brand new during plotting. I'm also more than willing to adjust my verses/AUs for the sake of making a plot work better for our muses.

[hardynwa]

APC tells tribunal how Peter Obi not qualified to contest presidential poll

The All Progressives Congress (APC), on Monday, prayed the Presidential Election Petition Court (PEPC) in Abuja to dismiss the petition filed by the Labour Party (LP) and its Presidential Candidate, Mr Peter Obi, against the emergence of Sen. Bola Tinubu as president-elect in the February 25 election. The APC, the 4th respondent, urged the PEPC to reject the petition in its notice of preliminary objection marked: CA/PEPC/03/2023 and filed at PEPC’s Secretariat on Monday night by Thomas Ojo, a member of the party’s legal team led by Lateef Fagbemi, SAN, in Abuja. The party asked the tribunal to dismiss the petition with substantial cost on the grounds that it lacked merit and was frivolous. The News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) reports that Obi, the 1st petitioner, and LP, the 2nd petitioner, had sued the Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC), Tinubu, Sen. Kashim Shettima and APC as 1st to 4th respondents, respectively. The petitioners are seeking the nullification of the election victory of Tinubu and Shettima in the Feb. 25 presidential poll. While former Vice-President Atiku Abubakar of the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) came second with 6,984,520 votes in the election, Obi came third with 6,101,533 votes. Abubakar and PDP are also challenging the outcome of the poll. However, in the petition marked: CA/PEPC/03/2023 filed by Obi and LP’s lead counsel, Livy Ozoukwu, they contended that Tinubu “was not duly elected by a majority of the lawful votes cast at the time of the election.” The petitioners claimed there was rigging in 11 states, adding that they would demonstrate this in the declaration of results based on the uploaded results. Obi and LP said INEC violated its own regulations when it announced the result despite the fact that at the time of the announcement, the totality of the polling unit results had yet to be fully scanned, uploaded and transmitted electronically as required by the Electoral Act. Among other prayers, the petitioners urged the tribunal to “determine that, at the time of the presidential election held on February 25, 2023, the 2nd and 3rd respondents (Tinubu and Shettima) were not qualified to contest the election. “That it be determined that all the votes recorded for the 2nd respondent in the election are wasted votes, owing to the non-qualification of the 2nd and 3rd respondents. “That it is determined that on the basis of the remaining votes (after discountenancing the votes credited to the 2nd respondent), the 1st petitioner (Obi) scored a majority of the lawful votes cast at the election and had not less than 25 per cent of the votes cast in each of at least two-thirds of the states of the federation and the FCT and satisfied the constitutional requirements to be declared the winner of the February 25 presidential election. “That it be determined that the 2nd respondent (Tinubu), having failed to score one-quarter of the votes cast at the presidential election in the FCT, was not entitled to be declared and returned as the winner of the presidential election held on February 25.” Responding, the APC prayed the court to dismiss the suit on the ground that Obi, the 1st petitioner, lacked requisite locus standi to institute the petition because he was not a member of LP at least 30 days before the party’s presidential primary to be validly sponsored by the party. It said: “The 1st petitioner (Obi) was a member of PDP until May 24, 2022. “1st petitioner was screened as a presidential aspirant of the PDP in Apni 2022. “1st petitioner participated and was cleared to contest the presidential election while being a member of the PDP. “1st petitioner purportedly resigned his membership of PDP on May 24, 2022, to purportedly join the 2nd petitioner (Labour Party) on May 27, 2022. “2nd petitioner conducted its presidential primary on May 30, 2022, which purportedly produced 1st petitioner as its candidate, which time contravened Section 77(3) of the Electoral Act for him to contest the primary election as a member of the 2nd petitioner.” The party argued that Obi was not a member of LP at the time of his alleged sponsorship. The APC argued that “by the mandatory provisions of Section 77 (1) (2) and (3) of the Electoral Act 2022, a political party shall maintain a register and shall make the such register available to INEC not later than 30 days before the date fixed for the party primaries, congresses and convention.” It stated further that all the PDP’s presidential candidates were screened on April 29, 2022, an exercise in which Obi participated and was cleared to contest while being a member of the party. It argued that the petition was incompetent since Obi’s name could not have been in LP’s register made available to INEC at the time he joined the party. The APC equally argued that the petition was improperly constituted, having failed to join Atiku Abubakar and PDP, which were necessary parties to be affected by the reliefs sought. “By Paragraph 17 of the petition, the petitioners, on their own, stated that Alhaji Atiku Abubakar came second in the presidential election with 6,984,520 votes as against the petitioners who came third with 6,101,533 votes; “At Paragraph 102 (ii) of the petition, the petitioners urged the tribunal to determine that the 1st petitioner scored the majority of lawful votes without joining Alhaji Atiku Abubakar in the petition. “For the tribunal to grant prayer (iii) of the petitioners, the tribunal must have set aside the scores and election of Alhaji Atiku Abubakar. “Alhaji Atiku Abubakar must be heard before his votes can be discountenanced by the tribunal,” it said. The party, therefore, argued that the tribunal lacked the requisite jurisdiction to entertain pre-election complaints embedded in the petition as presently constituted, among other arguments. The APC urged the tribunal to dismiss the petition with substantial cost as the same was devoid of any merit and founded on frivolity. Read the full article

[booksnmagic]

booksnmagic’s year in review: 2022 edition

2022 goal: 18 books (Cover Story by Susan Rigetti)

2022 total book count: 50

favorite book: The Atlas Six (The Atlas #1) by Olivie Blake (special mentions: Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid, Book Lovers by Emily Henry, Babel, or the Necessity of Violence: an Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by R. F. Kuang, Ninth House (Alex Stern #1) by Leigh Bardugo)

least favorite: Husband Material (London Calling #2) by Alexis Hall

monthly breakdown under the cut:

january (5 books)

One True Loves by Taylor Jenkins Reid — 5★ (jan 03 - jan 06)

The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary — 3.5★ (jan 08 - jan 13)

Dial A for Aunties (Aunties #1) by Jesse Q. Sutanto — 5★ (jan 13 - jan 16)

The Soulmate Equation by Christina Lauren — 4.5★ (jan 18 - jan 21)

The Atlas Six (The Atlas #1) by Olivie Blake — 5★ (jan 23 - jan 27)

february (1 book)

Forever, Interrupted by Taylor Jenkins Reid — 3.5★ (feb 09 - feb 14)

march (3 books)

Good Girl Complex (Avalon Bay #1) by Elle Kennedy — 3★ (mar 2 - mar 6)

Circe by Madeline Miller — 5★ (mar 10 - mar 15)

Boyfriend Material (London Calling #1) by Alexis Hall — 3.5★ (mar 20 - mar 27)

april (5 books)

The Bridgertons: Happily Ever After (Bridgerton #9) by Julia Quinn — 4★ (apr 3 - apr 4)

Four Aunties and a Wedding (Aunties #2) by Jesse Q. Sutanto — 5★ (apr 7 - apr 10)

You Had Me At Hola (Primas of Power #1) by Alexis Daria — 4★ (apr 10 - apr 14)

A Lot Like Adiós (Primas of Power #2) by Alexis Daria — 5★ (apr 15 - apr 17)

Casting Lacey by Elle Spencer — 3★ (apr 23 - apr 28)

may (6 books)

After I Do by Taylor Jenkins Reid — 2.5★ (may 1 - may 4)

I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuinston — 4★ (may 7 - may 11)

Book Lovers by Emily Henry — 5★ (may 12 - may 17)

Cover Story by Susan Rigetti — 4.5★ (may 19 - may 22)

Something Wilder by Christina Lauren — 4★ (may 23 - may 26)

Layover by Emily Henry — 5★ (may 28)

june (6 books)

Get a Life, Chloe Brown (The Brown Sisters #1) by Talia Hibbert — 5★ (jun 5 - jun 11)

Take a Hint, Dani Brown (The Brown Sisters #2) by Talia Hibbert — 5★ (jun 12 - june 17)

Heartstopper Vol. 1 (Heartstopper #1) by Alice Oseman — 5★ (jun 19)

Heartstopper Vol. 2 (Heartstopper #2) by Alice Oseman — 5★ (jun 19)

Act your Age, Eve Brown (The Brown Sisters #3) by Talia Hibbert — 4.5★ (jun 22 - jun 25)

Act Your Age, Eve Brown: Bonus Story (The Brown Sisters #3.5) by Talia Hibbert — 5★ (jun 27)

july (5 books)

Talk Flirty to Me by Livy Hart — 4.5★ (jul 5 - jul 9)

Hotel Magnifique by Emily J. Taylor — 3.75★ (jul 14 - jul 17)

Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar — 4★ (jul 22 - jul 27)

Heartstopper Vol. 3 (Heartstopper #3) by Alice Oseman — 5★ (jul 28)

Heartstopper Vol. 4 (Heartstopper #4) by Alice Oseman — 5★ (jul 28)

august (4 books)

Ariadne by Jennifer Saint — 3★ (aug 2 - aug 6)

Husband Material (London Calling #2) by Alexis Hall — 2★ (aug 9 - aug 12)

The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton — 3.75★ (aug 15 - aug 20)

Seven Days in June by Tia Williams — 5★ (aug 22 - aug 24)

september (5 books)

Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid — 5★ (sept 1 - sept 3)

The American Roommate Experiment (The Spanish Love Deception #2) by Elena Armas — 3★ (sept 7 - sept 10)

The No-Show by Beth O’Leary — 4★ (sept 10 - sept 14)

Catherine House by Elisabeth Thomas — 3★ (sept 18 - sept 20)

The Decoy Girlfriend by Lillie Vale — 4★ (sept 24 - sept 27)

Foul Lady Fortune (Foul Lady Fortune #1) by Chloe Gong — 5★ (sept 28 - oct 2)

october (4 books)

Bad Girl Reputation (Avalon Bay #2) by Elle Kennedy — 3.25★ (oct 5 - oct 9)

Babel, or the Necessity of Violence: an Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by R. F. Kuang — 5★ (oct 11 - oct 19)

Sacred Hospitality (The Atlas #0.5) by Olivie Blake — 5★ (oct 20)

The Atlas Paradox (The Atlas #2) by Olivie Blake — 5★ (oct 27 - oct 30)

november (1 book)

Dracula by Bram Stoker — 2.5★ (may 7 - nov 7, via dracula daily)

december (4 books)

Ninth House (Alex Stern #1) by Leigh Bardugo — 5★ (dec 4 - dec 8)

Alone With You in the Ether by Olivie Blake — 4.5★ (dec 11 - dec 13)

Kiss Her Once for Me by Alison Cochrun — 4★ (dec 18 - dec 20)

Lovelight Farms (Lovelight #1) by B. K. Borison — 5★ (dec 25 - dec 28)

[storyofmychoices]

Meet Olivia Claire Hadley

[ Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist ]

The Basics:

original female character

book: Open Heart Series

nicknames: Liv, Livy, Olive (grandma only)

birthday: March 9, pisces

personality: sunshine, kind, caring, compassionate, intelligent, curious, creative, hardworking, insecure, impatient

hometown: Newport, RI

education: NYU, Grossman School of Medicine

occupation: pediatrician (at Edenbrook, then opens her own practice—Sunshine Pediatrics)

love interest/husband: Bryce Lahela

children: Malia Lahela (daughter), Makoa Lahela (son), third child (tba)

Family: Chase Hadley (father: science teacher) Cameron Evans- Hadley (mother: psychiatrist), Mary Evans (grandma)

face claim: Holland Roden

Learn more about Olivia:

★ Get to know Olivia: a series of moodboards about Olivia's life including hometown, high school year book, med school, new home in Boston, romantic collage, and candid photos from Bryce's phone

★ Character Information + Moodboard: background information about the character

★ Moodboard and character description

★ Childhood Headcanons: learn more about Olivia's childhood and what inspired her to become a doctor

★ Childhood Drabble/fanfiction: Olivia recovers from a tonsillectomy (age 5)

★ Olivia Character Art (commission)

★ & she was all yellow: Aesthetics Moodboard

★ OPH Masterlist: stories about working at Edenbrook and life (and love) with Bryce; also includes art, edits, and commissions

★ Happy Birthday, Olivia : Bryce has a special surprise for Olivia to celebrate her birthday (March 9).[fic + art]

★ Future character profile after marrying Bryce: learn about Olivia's future life milestones

★ Future Children: HC about Liv's and Bryce's kids!

★ Sunshine Pediatrics of Boston: a little bit about Olivia's future pediatric practice

Sunshine Pediatrics of Boston Moodboard

Olivia's Business Card

See Olivia's Summer Challenge Postings Here

Headcanons

★ Bryce & Olivia are left handed, what about Malia?

★ Olivia is excited for the Barbie Movie [+ Edits]

★ Malia + Makoa's future careers

OC Asks

★ Olivia's favorite clothes

★ Olivia's Car of Choice

★ Olivia's future children (with Bryce)

★ Olivia and Bryce's Daughter HC

★ Haute Couture

★ Olivia in 3 words

★ Prom Aesthetics

★ Winter This or That

★ Stricter Parent ?

★ Do they like cooking?

★ Modern AU NYE party outfits

★ Hot Sauce Preference

★ Kissing Ask

★ Who… first move, cuddle longer, most affectionate, can't keep hands to themselves

★ OTP Height Difference

★ Singing Child back to sleep

★ Olivia + Sienna's relationship

★ Understanding my story universes

★ Olivia's Allergies

MC Monday Masterlist

★ #01: Gifs of Holland Olivia being Olivia

★ #02: Olivia & Bryce's Offices

★ #03: Olivia's as a children's book author (future HC) + cover of her first book

★ #04: Thirst Trap Text

★ #07: Hospital ID Cards

★ #09: Winter Lookbook

★ #19: What's in a Name

★ #21: Hometown

★ #21.5: International Women's Day

★ #26: The many smiles of Olivia

★ #27: Olivia's Eyes

★ #28: Olivia's Hair 😍

★ #33: 13th photo in camera roll

★ #40: Bedroom aesthetics

★ #41: Signature

★ #42: Pets — Jovie!

★ #46: Dancing

★ #: Zodiac/Astrological Signs [Olivia's and Bryce's]

★ #50.5: Concert Attire

[sluggrr]

this is a blog for steve harrington of stranger things. written by livi  ( 24. she/her. cst. )  . this is a low activity blog as i don’t always have the time to be around. i don’t utilize the queue much, but my IMs are open to mutuals and anyone can leave me an ask. i am duplicate friendly. make sure to READ MY RULES below the cut before following. also found at:  @wightwyntr​

heavily affiliated with @bbysittr​.

                                                     memes  /  mains

01. DISCLAIMER : This is a writing and roleplaying blog. I do not claim to have any affiliation with Netflix or Joe Keery, and I obviously do not own the character of Steve Harrington. Any and all icons or graphics will be made by me, unless stated otherwise. I will always give credit to the original creator of icons or graphics as I use them.

02. REGARDING BILLY HARGROVE :  I fully understand that the writer does not equal the character and that a writer does not condone all of a character’s actions just by writing them. This being said, I am apprehensive of Billy Hargrove blogs’ portrayals of him and will not be following or writing with any Billys. I will mention Billy on this blog and discuss his actions in regards to Steve however.

03. This blog is SELECTIVE & PRIVATE. I will only be roleplaying with MUTUALS and priority will be given to friends and people I’ve already built relationships with ooc and ic. This is not meant to exclude anyone, as I’m always willing to start new threads and talk to new people. I will also only follow people that are 20+.

04. This blog is on SELECTIVE ACTIVITY. I can disappear for days, weeks, or months at a time due to mental health reasons, other blogs I want to write on, etc. I am reachable through discord 99% of the time, however, if you want to keep contact when I am not on this blog.

05. I am generally DUPLICATE FRIENDLY, but I just won’t follow first because that makes me anxious. Duplicates can make me anxious, but I am getting better at it. If you’re a fellow Steve blog and you’d like to discuss aspects of his character since we both know him, feel free to follow. I’d probably love to talk.

06. I will NOT roleplay smut. I am over the age of 18, but will not actively write nsfw content due to personal preference. Steve is also possibly underage, dependent on when threads are set. During the events of the first season, he is roughly seventeen, and around eighteen by the events of the second season. Despite Steve likely being a legal adult for the second and third seasons, I’m largely uncomfortable even discussing nsfw topics regarding Steve, therefore nsfw content will not appear on this blog.

[pianotuna]

Masterlist: Dancing

Cinderella (2015) - Kit and Ella waltz at the royal ball

The Mask of Zorro - Alejandro and Elena’s flamenco

White Christmas - Phil and Judy get carried away

The Lake House - Alex and Kate dance at her birthday party

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland - Alice and the Knave’s courtroom pas de deux

WALL-E - WALL-E and EVE dance in space

Enchanted - Robert and Giselle waltz at the ball

Witness - John and Rachel dance in the barn

Labyrinth - Jareth and Sarah waltz in a dream

Beauty and the Beast (1991) - Belle and the Beast share a romantic evening ; Belle and Adam’s finale

The Greatest Showman - Phillip and Anne fly above the stadium

Wonder Woman - Steve and Diana waltz in a snowfall

The English Patient - Almásy and Katharine waltz

Tangled - Eugene and Rapunzel dance in the village

The Count of Monte Cristo - Edmond and Mercédès waltz at the ball

The King and I - Anna teaches the King to dance in an empty ballroom

Captain America - Steve and Peggy finally share a dance

The Dick Van Dyke Show - Rob and Laura do the cha-cha in their living room ; Rob and Laura perform at a nightclub ; Laura (and sort of Rob) perform for the USO

Titanic - Jack and Rose dance at a real party

Beauty and the Beast - León and Bella waltz after dinner (starts at 1:18:03) ; León and Bella dance at their engagement ball (starts at 41:00)

Gone with the Wind - Rhett and Scarlett defy convention

Van Helsing - Dracula and Anna dance at a masked vampire ball

Anastasia - Dimitri teaches Anastasia to waltz

Once Upon a Time - Hook and Emma waltz at the ball

Saved by the Bell - Zack and Kelly dance outside the prom

The Sound of Music - Maria and the Captain do the Laendler

Sabrina - Linus and Sabrina dance on the abandoned tennis court

Me Before You - Will and Lou turn heads at a wedding

The Young Victoria - Albert and Victoria waltz at the ball

It’s a Wonderful Life - George and Mary do the Jitterbug

La La Land - Seb and Mia dance in the streets ; Seb and Mia waltz into the stars ; Seb and Mia imagine their life together

Swan Lake - Siegfried and Odette declare their love

Roman Holiday - Joe and Ann share a dance at the plaza

Aladdin (2019) - Aladdin and Jasmine share a “magical” dance

Singin’ in the Rain - Don and Kathy dance on a movie set

The Vampire Diaries - Klaus and Caroline waltz at the ball ; Klaus and Caroline at the Decades Dance

The Magic of Ordinary Days - Ray and Livy dance at a birthday party (starts at 37:51)

The Cosby Show - Cliff and Clair have a prom of their own

The Princess Diaries - Nicholas and Mia dance at her birthday party

Calamity Jane - Bill and Calam dance at the party

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - Caractacus and Truly pretend to be life-size dolls

Barbie in the Twelve Dancing Princesses - Derek and Genevieve’s pas de deux

Once Upon a Time - Rumplestiltskin and Belle share a quiet moment ; Rumple and Belle are transformed while waltzing

Somewhere in Time - Richard and Elise share a tense waltz

The Nutcracker - Clara and the Nutcracker are reunited

Moulin Rouge - Christian and Satine dance

Mirror Mirror - Andrew and Snow dance at the ball

Mary Poppins - Bert and Mary dance on the rooftops ; Bert and Mary dance through a chalk drawing

Family Matters - Steve and Laura share a dance at the prom ; Steve and Laura do the polka

Cinderfella - Fella and the Princess dance unconventionally at the ball

The Little Mermaid - Eric and Ariel waltz in the village square

Little Women (1949) - Laurie and Jo dance in secret

The Toy Castle - Soldier and Ballerina demonstrate ballet techniques ; Soldier and Ballerina try something new

Barbie as the Island Princess - Antonio and Ro dance at the ball

Twilight - Jasper and Alice dance at the wedding

Lord of the Rings - Sam and Rosie dance at the party

The Hunger Games - Peeta and Katniss dance at a party

Paper Towns - Q and Margo share a short slow dance

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The Big Country - Jim and Julie share a friendly waltz

Tristan and Isolde - Tristan and Isolde dance at a royal ball

The Buccaneer - Jean and Annette do a reel at their engagement ball

Never Been Kissed - Sam and Josie dance at the high school prom

The Waltons - John-Boy and Daisy power through a 24-hour danceathon

[wightwulf-a]

𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴   𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴    𝙸 ` 𝙳    𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴    𝚃𝙾    𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆    𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁.      

01.     𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂     /    𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴       :     livi.

02.     𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈     :     may 28.

03.      𝚉𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙲    𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽       :     gemini.

04.      𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃      :       5′3″ and i have a long torso with short legs so i cannot win.

05.      𝙷𝙾𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙴𝚂       :     watching movies, playing video games, screenwriting, laying around doing nothing.

06.     FAVOURITE    BOOKS     :     i really love the book “as you wish” by cary elwes about the making of the princess bride. and also “and then there were none” by agatha christie.

07.      𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃    𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶    𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳    𝚃𝙾       :     the stranger things soundtrack if that counts. otherwise it’s “you’re the inspiration” by chicago.

08.      𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃    𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙴    𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳       :    i started to watch “michael clayton” for a class, but haven’t finished it. before that, “jurassic park”

09.     𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽    𝙵𝙾𝚁    𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴       :    idk usually just music, rewatching things, and generally just Thinking about him.

10.      𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶    𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳    𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁    𝚄𝚁𝙻       :    i don’t really subscribe to the idea of bucky actually being the white wolf, despite my url. i just liked the sound of it and decided to substitute in “wight” since that’s another word for ghost and the winter soldier was called a ghost. double whammy i guess.

tagged by    :   @sequelslasher tagging: anyone who wants to go for it!

[casualneonglitterpainterposts]

So the other night I decided to have ago at drawing Emily from the 03 Astro boy- I thought she was cute and pretty fun to draw (I really like how she came out in my style. And since I had some space left over, I decided to draw all my other favourite badass female robots from the series too (well with the acception of Livian because this design/ version is mine). With Eps and Livy, I drew the two of them in some winter gear because it was really cold yesterday and it's winter at the moment where I live. (I imagine Livian made the outfits that she and Epsilon wear because Livy's a nifty little fashion designer ^^). And because she's too adorable, I threw in a small doodle of Uran   I really enjoyed drawing all my fave badass female robot characters- I may do more drawings of them (hopefully cleaner pieces and not just sketches). Anyways, I hope you like the doodles of my fave girls 2003 Livian design belongs to me !!!!! ^U^ 

[hardynwa]

Election results: Atiku, Obi, others ask tribunal to nullify Tinubu’s victory

Adebayo Folorunsho-Francis, Gift Habib and Esther Blankson Four presidential candidates on Tuesday approached the Presidential Election Petitions Tribunal in Abuja with separate petitions, seeking the nullification of the declaration of Bola Tinubu of the All Progressives Congress as winner of the February 25 presidential poll. The petitioners, seeking nullification of Tinubu’s emergence as President-elect as Atiku Abubakar of the Peoples Democratic Party; Peter Obi of Labour Party; Solomon Okangbuan of Action Alliance and Allied People’s Movement’s Chichi Ojei. Atiku Abubakar of the Peoples Democratic Party came second with 6,984,520 votes; while Obi came third with 6,101,533 votes. The petition by Obi and LP, marked CA/PEPC/03/2023, had INEC, Tinubu, his running mate, Shettima Kashim, and the APC as respondents. In the petition, Obi further contended that Tinubu “was not duly elected by majority of the lawful votes cast at the time of the election.” Obi claimed there was rigging in 11 states, adding that he would demonstrate this in the declaration of results based on the uploaded results. The petition read, “The petitioners shall show that in the computation and declaration of the result of the election, based on the updated results, the votes recorded for the second respondent (Tinubu) did not comply with the legitimate process for the computation of the result and disfavoured the petitioners in the following states: Rivers, Lagos, Taraba, Benue, Adamawa, Imo, Bauchi, Borno, Kaduna, Plateau and other states of the federation.’’ Obi and LP said INEC violated its own regulations when it announced the result despite the fact that at the time of the announcement, the totality of the polling unit results had yet to be fully scanned, uploaded and transmitted electronically as required by the Electoral Act. Among other prayers, the petitioners urged the tribunal to “determine that, at the time of the presidential election held on February 25,, 2023, the second and third respondents (Tinubu and Shettima) were not qualified to contest the election. “That it be determined that all the votes recorded for the second respondent in the election are wasted votes, owing to the non-qualification of the second and third respondents. “That it be determined that on the basis of the remaining votes (after discountenancing the votes credited to the second respondent) the first petitioner (Obi) scored a majority of the lawful votes cast at the election and had not less than 25 per cent of the votes cast in each of at least two-thirds of the states of the federation and the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja and satisfied the constitutional requirements to be declared the winner of the February 25, 2023 presidential election. “That it be determined that the second respondent (Tinubu), having failed to score one-quarter of the votes cast at the presidential election in the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja, was not entitled to be declared and returned as the winner of the presidential election held on February 25, 2023.’’ Alternatively, the petitioners are also asking the tribunal for an order cancelling the election and compelling INEC to conduct a fresh election in which Tinubu, Shettima and APC shall not participate. The tribunal has yet to fix a date for the hearing of the petition filed by the petitioners’ lead counsel, Livy Ozoukwu. Atiku and PDP’s petition was marked marked CA/PEPC/05/2023, with INEC, Tinubu and APC listed as respondents. A member of Atiku’s legal team, Silas Onu, confirmed the filing of the petition to Channels TV on Tuesday. Essentially, the petition wants Tinubu’s victory nullified. When contacted for reaction on Tuesday, the Chief Press Secretary to INEC, Rotimi Oyekanmi, said the commission does not comment on cases filed by political parties. Also, the Chief Spokesman for the APC Presidential Campaign Council, Festus Keyamo, disclosed that his principal would not oblige the LP candidate an official response since the case is in court. Keyamo said, “The APC PCC has no reaction to the petition. Now that the case is officially in court, at my level in the profession and for those of us who know what it means to obey the rule of law, the argument now officially shifts to court.” Meanwhile, the Action Alliance and its presidential candidate, Solomon Okangbuan, and Allied People’s Movement and its presidential candidate, Princess Chichi Ojei, have also lodged separate petitions before the court. In the suits marked CA/PEPC/03/2023 and CA/PEPC/04/2023, Okangbuan and Ojei, are respectively challenging the outcome of the presidential election on the grounds of alleged substantial non-compliance with the electoral laws as well as the guidelines of the INEC. The AA claimed that its candidate was excluded, based on which the election should be voided. On its part, the APM claimed that Tinubu was, at the time of the election, not qualified to contest the election by virtue of the provisions of sections 131(c) and 142 of the Constitution and section 35 of the Electoral Act 2022. 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