#aslihan sultan

[sultanaswardrobe]

Halime Sultan's dark blue gown and blue goldish lace kaftan in episode 30 -asked by anon

[anastasiasultana]

ASLIHAN GÜRBÜZ & BORAN KUZUM AS HALIME SULTAN & SULTAN MUSTAFA I

heavy is the head that wears the crown

[hurremsultanimm]

[thecrackshipdiaries]

Aslihan Malbora and Aneurin Barnard

Requested: Anon

[laleru]

☁︎︎ Saliha Sultan (Aslıhan Malbora) — Sultan of My Heart Ep.2

[elizabeth-halime]

[ap1ratesl1fe]

𝙰 𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎…

for the crimes of piracy 𝚈𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙱𝙴𝚈 / "𝙺𝙻𝙸𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽" is hereby wanted. those who surrender them dead or alive to the crown will receive 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 pounds. they’re famously known to be part of the 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 as their 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚃. before engaging be warned as they can be 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 & 𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙻-𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳, but if you’re lucky they’ll be 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴. legends say that when you speak their name you’re reminded of 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙿 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙼 𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝙿 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙴𝙰, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙰𝙽'𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷-𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.

𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚈𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝙺𝚕𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗

Full Name: Yasemin Aslihan Aslanbey ; Klio the Historian.

Occupation: Pirate ; Archivist on the Harbinger.

Date of Birth and Age: 23rd of July, 1694 ; Thirty-Three Years of Age.

Zodiac Sign: Leo Sun.

Place of Birth: Midyat, Mardin, Ottoman Empire.

Gender and Pronouns: Cis-Woman ; She/Her/Hers.

Romantic and Sexual Orientation: Demiromantic Pansexual.

Appearance: Dark brown curls, thick and waist-length ; Dark brown, round eyes ; Beige skin tone with olive undertones ; A beauty mark on the upper, right hand corner of her lips.

𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞…

Yasemin was born to a noble family in Midyat. Her father was a governor of the Mardin region in the Ottoman Empire and her family would often visit Constantinople. As she got older, she was given the best education money could afford. There had been intention for her to marry one of the Sultan's sons, and they had wanted to prepare her for the life of a royal wife.

And yet... Not every plan comes to fruition. Such was the case for the Aslanbey family.

While on a voyage to make trade in the Caribbean, Yasemin and her mother had been brought along so that they could visit the Caribbean islands. The young woman had always been fascinated with seeing more of the world and to learn more about the history of the world, so the voyage had been met with great joy and anticipation. But not to far away from Tortuga, pirates attacked the ship. Her mother and father, the captain and crew, everyone.

Everyone... except her. Yasemin had been in her quarters when the massacre took place. One of the pirates had found her and tried to take her life, but having grabbed a letter opener, she killed the man before her could even fully try to kill her.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been there, shaking and covering in blood while guarding her books and maps, when another pirate ship came along. The Harbinger. They found her there and the archivist, noticing her being the sole survivor of the attack and her protecting the greatest treasure, knowledge, gave her a choice: to come with them and join their crew. Did she truly have a choice?

For the longest time, she struggled to adapt to her new home. Yet, over time, she began to learn to trust the Harbinger crew. To see them as her new family. And for the past five years, she has learn how to live life as a pirate. A life, she has discovered, she was meant to live all along.

𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜…

Her family's murderers: Yasemin still remembers who killed her family. Whether they've joined new crews or not, I would really love it if some of the pirates who took her family from her are members of Oathbreaker or Raider's Revenge—the rivals of the Harbinger.

Harbinger crew: I need all the found family vibes. I need friendships, I need rivals (but the kind where they'd kill someone if anyone tried to hurt them; they're a dick but they're MY dick), I need frienemies, I need it all pretty pls.

Her anchor: This person has been in her life ever since the Harbinger saved her and helped guide her into piracy, along with helping her choose her name: Klio the Historian, after the Greek Muse of History. Over the past five years, she has developed feelings for this person and desires them greatly. Whether they have feelings for her or not, whether they've acted on their passions together or not, everything can be plotted out!

General: Friends, enemies, lovers (past, present, future), acquaintances, anything and everything pretty pls!

[softsheart]

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . kiraz aslihan sadik. nicknames . . . kira. age . . . thirty four. sexuality . . . heterosexual. date of birth . . . febuary one. place of birth . . . istanbul. gender . . . woman. pronouns . . . she + her. current location . . . the ton. languages . . . turkish, english.

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

zodiac . . . capricorn. mbti . . . entp. bad habits . . . skin picking. hobbies . . . sewing, embroidery. fears . . . n/a other mentionable details . . . n/a.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . beren saat. height . . . five foot four. hair colour . . . brunette. eye colour . . . brown. scars . . . n/a.

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

parents names . . . emre sadik and leyla sadik nee cetin. parents relationship . . . married, contently. siblings names . . . only child pets . . . none. income . . . middle class. residence . . . the ton, currently.

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

istanbul, turkey. with it's bright colours and streets of markets, kira grew up under the watchful eye of her mother, a woman young in years but old in thoughts, a woman who mended clothes and created masterpieces for the sultans and sultanas of the ottoman empire, where she then met the love of her life and soon enough, they were wed and along came kiraz.

they spent many years in turkey, building the sadik name, and kiraz learnt the trade of being a seamstress, but found she preferred muchly the creation of attire for the sultans, at the age of twenty six, the sadiks were given a offer that they couldn't refuse, a trek to england, and they had a shop of their own, the brightest of fabrics and the warmest of hands, they mend and create.

they resided quietly in the ton, rarely bringing attention to themselves, instead they simply lived their own lives in favour of vicariously through others, making a well known name in the ton.

just recently, kiraz's father, emre fell ill and was unable to continue the work so instead, with her mother, kira keeps the shop afloat.

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

Part of Aslihan admittedly hated herself for everything Elijah was put through the past four months. All of fear and uncertainty of what could possibly come next. How her flare ups had gotten worse the past month and a half, how every single she’d been in pain, watching her had pained him right back. The worst part was not being able to do a single damn thing about any of it. She couldn’t take away every negative emotion from his chest and she couldn’t rid herself of the flare ups and the pain. She wanted to. And she tried her best to, tried to occupy his mind with an idea for the future that could result in a beautiful ending consisting of them being a family. Though part of Asli feared that it hadn’t worked out too much in that aspect. With fearing that, part of her feared if he might resent her had her promises not been kept. Had she died and left him and the girls.

Yet, here she was. Despite all of the odds and concerns, especially of her second go with the thing that killed her six years prior, she was still here. She was still alive. She was holding her daughter in her arms, she was going to get to watch her oldest daughter grow up, she was going to get to have a future with the man she fell in love with a year ago: she was given more time. The most unpredictable wish that anyone could ask for, a wish that was never guaranteed or fully granted, was given to them. Life was given to them. A life that consisted of them being a family and whatever adventures that could come with. It was something that she has constantly prayed for, even long before finding out about her condition. How five months ago, all she could pray for was getting to have a life with them. Eli, Alex, and Rhia, and of course their cats and plants. Being granted what she desired most was overwhelming and she knew, sooner or later, she too would let it all out and cry in relief.

Yet, right now? Right now, she was holding their daughter. Her tears could wait for later.

A breathy laugh left her lips. The brunette nodding as her thumb gently traced over Rhia’s cheek. “It’s unbelievable how tiny she is,” she mused in agreement. Alex had grew so much within the three days between being born and Asli waking up from her coma. So to witness Rhia like this? It was indescribable. Granted, she was still considered a late-term preemie and it was expected for her to be on the smaller side, even though she was quite big for a preemie. Yet, even then, she was such a tiny, perfect little thing. She nodded quietly. “She’s so beautiful… Kösem Sultan was also referred to as Mahpeyker, which literally means ‘Visage of the Moon’. She’s our own little Mahpeyker.” Alexandria, her ray of sunshine. Theodora, her rainbow. Rhiannon, her moonbeam. It was all so perfect. Hearing her boyfriend’s watery voice finally caused her to look his way. Her own tears finally piercing her eyes as she smiled at him. Carefully, she adjusted Rhia without waking her and reached out with her hand to cup Eli’s cheek. “I couldn’t do it without you.” Words could not express the strength she’d been given because of him. A small sound came from her throat at his words, causing her to be careful with her laughter as she looked back at Rhia. Fortunately unbothered. “Rhia, meet your sailor mouth-bearing, music-loving, fun-loving baba. The greatest man in the world. Baba… meet your sleepy, milk-loving, beautiful daughter. Our little girl.” Looking back, she scanned his features. Every time she looked at him, she fell more and more in love with him. “Would you like to hold her?” ||📜@elifalvey

It was no secret that for the past four months — four months since he came back home, four months since they found out about Aslihan's possibility of placenta previa — Elijah hadn't been the most mentally sound he'd ever been. In fact, he'd been fucking terrified. For four months straight. And it had only gotten worse over the course of the past fifteen days, despite his best effort to keep some semblance of positivity. When the doctors and nurses had finally talked about actually inducing Aslihan, so that she could finally give birth to their daughter, he swore that he was about to lose his goddamn mind. He was convinced that he did, for at least twenty-three hours out of the past twenty-four, in fact.

But somehow, in some way — call it luck, or a miracle, or whatever the hell you wanted — everything had turned out better than he had prepared for. Perhaps his girlfriend's positivity rubbed off on the world for a change and they said to hell with all of his negativity, because their daughter was here and so was Aslihan and they were both fine (if not perfectly healthy) and Jesus Christ, how was he meant to handle that? He knew that he'd cry, prepared this whole time for it really, but what he didn't know was that it'd feel like every single emotion that he felt over the course of this whole pregnancy expelling from his body all at once. He hadn't been able to stop crying. A few times, he thought that he'd be able to pull himself together — but then he'd be proven wrong the second he looked at either of them, and he just had to accept that his eyes would be a little bit puffy and his face would be a little bit damp indefinitely.

He still didn't know how to process any of this outside of crying, so when Aslihan spoke to him, he just nodded. "She's — so small," he said weakly. He was stuck on that. His gaze was in a similar state of wonder. "She, um . . . she fits the name well, I think. We picked the right one." Tearing his attention away from Rhia, who was a physical baby now that he could actually stare at (a factor that he was also admittedly stuck on), he looked at his girlfriend. He wanted to cry again. "I'm proud of you, As . . . I —" He started laughing, mainly at the ridiculousness of himself, his next words in utter disbelief. "What the fuck?" ( @draslihanxfahri-bailey )

[magnificent-sultana]

Women from Kalbimin Sultani (Sultan of my Heart) that induce bi panic:

1. Açelya Devrim Yılhan as Asubcan Kadin

2. Aleksandra Nikiforova as Anna Petrovna 

3. Sevda Erginci as Ayperi Hatun 

4. Aslihan Malbora as Saliha Sultan

5. Gamze Doganoglu as Gulfidan Sultan

6. Beste Kokdemir as Hosyar Kadin

[giffordmayfair]

[anastasiasultana]

ASLIHAN GÜRBÜZ AS HALIME SULTAN

hardness ever of hardness is mother

[hurremsultanimm]

[nogitsuneee]

[elizabeth-halime]

[malitasoledad]

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