#i saw this and was like that’s ayca

[fairinloveandpoetry]

omg magicwemades nation no way 😭😭 also question..? rights so true 💕🫶🏻 also we haven’t been mutuals for long but so glad i followed you ayca!!!

yesss lol i think you came up as a suggested follower and i was like oh my god they have the best url because i LOVE long live and i was like i HAVE to follow you!! i do love your new url though, when 1989tv was announced i KNEW you were going to be SO happy!! then i saw you being like the only one on the dash to love question...? as much as i do and i was like finally!! lol

aw thank you so much that's so sweet i'm so glad i followed you too simona! 💜

[asobai]

              +  006  /  WANTED  CONNECTIONS

* ♔ ◟     eris tully  (  henry cavill  )  is  searching  for  their  spouse  (    romantic    ).  the  character  should  be  around  the  ages  of  30+  and  look  similar  to  Hazal Filiz Küçükköse, janet montgomery, jenna coleman, keira knightley, ksenia michina, kylie bunbury, lily james, nathasa o'keeffe, sonoya mizuno, sibylla deen, teresa palmer, ayca aysin turan.  what  should  be  known  prior  is  as  stated  ⸻  eris met his wife while travelling/fighting at the borders of the riverlands and in general. she would've been from either a great house or smaller house of either the north or the riverlands.they could've met 3-5 years ago and met up on occasions during his travelling/fighting.  their love is very pure and since eris met her while he was fighting for the riverlands she saw him as a brute, a man with no restraints. however, their union wasn't accepted by his father therefor it didnt happen before eris had been ruling lord for three moons, so their marriage is very new. it's pure, it's honest and it's heartwrenching. her personality can be both fierce (prefered) and soft near him but no one else. they have a connection where betrayal isn't an option and they know each other on a completely different emotional level than most.  the  writer  does  require  contact  prior  to  application.     (  @daimonas  )

* ♔ ◟     maedalyn lannister  (  imogen waterhouse  )  is  searching  for  their  forbidden love interest  (  romantic  ).  the  character  should  be  around  the  ages  of  27-30  and  look  similar  to  utp (male preferred but not required).  what  should  be  known  prior  is  as  stated  ⸻  maedalyn  is  comfortable  getting  whatever  she  wants.  this  is  as  a  lannister  but  also  as  the  youngest  who  can  easily  go  unnoticed,  or  at  least  that's  what  she  tells  herself.  however,  she  wasn't  supposed  to  fall  for  someone  who  isn't  of  lannister  caliber.  so  the  lies  began;  she  doesn't  regret  them  for  one  second,  but  still  the  thought  of  her  father  finding  out  is  a  big  fear  for  her.  note:  this  is  not  a  one-sided  relationship  but  as  it  is  forbidden  there  will  be  angst.  more  information  while  plotting! the  writer  does  not  require  contact  prior  to  application.     (  @crimsonstorms  )

* ♔ ◟     amyra allyrion  (  cemre  baysel  )  is  searching  for  their  future betrothed  (  romantic  ).  the  character  should  be  around  the  ages  of  28-32  and  look  similar  to  utp (male).  what  should  be  known  prior  is  as  stated  ⸻  shortly,  after  arriving  in  king's  landing,  an  opportunistic betrothal  is  made.  she  doesn't  want  to  like  y/m.  she  goes  along  with  it,  despite  her  feelings  constantly  getting  in  the  way,  because  it  is  what  her  father  would  want  her  to  do.  after  the  loss  that  her  family  has  faced,  she  can't  be  another  reason  for  disappointment.  note:  i  was  thinking  something  along  the  lines  of  a  slow  burn  but  of  course  it's  not  required  and  we  can  plot  everything  out!  the  writer  does  not  require  contact  prior  to  application.     (  @crimsonstorms  )

​​​​​​​* ♔ ◟     lyanna tully  (  kristine froseth  )  is  searching  for  their  heart's desire / love kept at arm's length  (  romantic  ).  the  character  should  be  around  the  ages  of  25 - 30  and  look  similar  to  any masc fc.  what  should  be  known  prior  is  as  stated  ⸻  lyanna , as gentle as the morning breeze and as sweet as summer nectar , knows that her future is not her's to dictate . that her path will be chosen by her houses' lord  but that does not stop her heart from aching for this man . they officially only met a few months ago but love quickly blossomed , though he is someone she can not have because her destiny is in the riverlord's hand, not her own . he would be just as infatuated with her as she is of him , i have more ideas for this but we can also build upon it with the characters as we plot.  the  writer  does  not  require  contact  prior  to  application.     (  @starsburns  )

* ♔ ◟     alessa  stark  (  ruby cruz  )  is  searching  for  their  betrothed  (  to be decided  /  other  ).  the  character  should  be  around  the  ages  of  23 - 35  and  look  similar  to  up to player.  what  should  be  known  prior  is  as  stated  ⸻  alessa  stark's  engagement  is  a  beacon  of  hope  and  strategy  in  a  realm  fraught  with  danger  and  intrigue.  the  betrothed  should  be  a  character  of  depth  and  strength,  capable  of  standing  beside  alessa  through  the  trials  and  triumphs  that  lie  ahead.  together,  they  will  forge  a  path  that  honors  the  legacy  of  their  houses  and  shapes  the  future  of  westeros.  this  engagement  promises  to  be  a  dynamic  and  pivotal  chapter  in  the  ongoing  saga  of  house  stark,  blending  political  intrigue,  personal  growth,  and  the  enduring  quest  for  peace  and  prosperity  in  the  seven  kingdoms.  the  writer  does  require  contact  prior  to  application.     (  @cvhotics  )

* ♔ ◟     sylva estermont  (  medalion rahimi  )  is  searching  for  their  aunt  (  familial   ).  the  character  should  be  around  the  ages  of  45+  and  look  similar  to  sarah shahi, nazanin boniadi, golshifteh farahani or utp ; if biological aunt please use iranian face claims , if adopted open to any poc.  what  should  be  known  prior  is  as  stated  ⸻  firstly i have hc'd that sylva's mother was from dorne and if still available , preferably from house toland of ghost hill , however this is dependent on availability . this character was the youngest sister to lady teora ( be it biological or adopted ) and as such she wasn't expected to inherit the title . nevertheless , when teora forfeited her claim to marry lord alyn estermont , she became the heir – i am open to this having caused some dispute between the sisters for the sake of drama and angst . anyway , she would have become the ruling lady by the time news reached her regarding the fate of her sister and family , the sole survivor of the sickness , sylva arriving at her residence not long after . sylva is extremely grateful to her aunt and learned a great deal from her , so i imagine their relationship to be an overall positive one . all other aspects of her life are completely utp !  the  writer    does  not  require  contact  prior  to  application.     (  @g0ldensaints  )

[wintervsuns]

♞

brandon leaned back, his hand slipping from the arm of her chair as if he’d touched something he shouldn’t. and suddenly he saw it all unraveling before him; tangled with her in his chambers, the heights of passion that meant nothing, just an end goal. a fleeting ecstasy, and then what came afterward. he all but felt his own excitement ease, burn, die out. the fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth failing to thaw the cold knot tightening in his chest. ayca’s words lingered in the air, her teasing challenge like a siren’s song, but something inside him shifted. it wasn’t excitement anymore—it was guilt, creeping in like the shadow of a storm.

he exhaled slowly, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. for so many years he had been determined in not drowning any of his stresses or sorrows in the company of women; knowing all too well from men on the battlefield of the hole it never filled.

“aye,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, “ye’ve a way about ye, lady mallister. sharp as steel, and twice as deadly, i reckon. but not all fights need fightin’, aye? and not all games are worth the play.”

he glanced away, his gaze landing on the flickering firelight dancing across the stone walls. the whiskey in his veins dulled the edges of his grief, but it couldn’t erase it. no amount of drink or soft words ever could. and he knew, deep down, that what he was doing here—what he was almost doing—wasn’t the answer to the ache that sat heavy in his chest. “when things changed for me..” his voice caught, rough like gravel underfoot, and he paused, swallowing hard before continuing, “i told meself i’d not drown in it. not let it pull me under, aye? and i’ve kept to that, best i could. but this...” he gestured vaguely between them, the flicker of her smirk still pulling at the edges of his thoughts. it took every inch of self “this ain’t how i face what’s left of me life, lass.”

he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his broad shoulders bowing under the weight of his own words. “yer clever, m'lady. beautiful. too beautiful, maybe. ye’ve a spark that could set a man aflame if he’s not careful.” his lips twisted into something between a smile and a grimace. “but a man burnin’ don’t leave much behind but ashes. and i’ve had me fill of ashes for this life, lass.” brandon straightened, his voice steadier now, more resolute. “ye’ll forgive me if i pull back, aye? this game—this chase—ain’t one for me." he pushed his chair back, the scrape of wood against stone cutting through the quiet tension that hung between them. his gaze softened, though his resolve did not waver.

“ye’ll find yer match, i’ve no doubt. but that man... he ain’t sittin’ here tonight.”

ayca's lips curled into a smirk as she leaned back further in her chair, her eyes never leaving his as she studied the way he moved, the raw edge in his voice. the firelight cast shadows across his features, but it was the tension between them, palpable and thick, that seemed to make the room smaller. she let his words settle before responding, her voice still laced with challenge but a softer edge creeping into it.

"prey?" she echoed, her dark eyes narrowing, flicking briefly to where his hand grasped the arm of her chair, pulling her just a little closer. "perhaps it’s not so simple, my lord."

she took a slow sip from her goblet, letting the warmth of the whiskey settle in her chest as she tilted her head slightly. the pull in the air between them was undeniable, her lips softened at the edges, the challenge still present, but tinged with something else. a slow burn.

“you’re right, of course,” she continued, her voice low now, carrying a sharpness beneath it. “when you stop hunting, you’re left only with the waiting. but not all wolves are born to chase. some of us find the thrill in knowing when to let the chase come to us.” she leaned forward then, her eyes catching his in a moment of silent understanding, a quiet dare.

her hand slid across the arm of her chair, fingers brushing against his wrist before she pulled away, just enough to make him wonder. "but you, my lord, do seem to have a knack for bringing the chase to your feet." her tone held a playful lilt now, but there was something more in her gaze, something far less playful, and far more dangerous.

yet, he had said it so simply, so bluntly, that it almost disarmed her. the northern lord’s words echoed in her ears, each one sinking deeper into her mind, and despite the flicker of doubt that threatened to rise, something within her urged her to embrace the pull of the moment, and the deepening desire in the pit of her stomach.

with a small but telling smile, she finally spoke, her voice soft yet edged with a subtle challenge. “then tell me where to go, my lord,” she murmured, her words slow and deliberate. "following you is not part of the tale, but i'm rather good with direction, and discretion, as i imagine you are."

her gaze remained fixed on him, unflinching but with an undercurrent of something more. the room felt suddenly smaller, the space between them charged with anticipation, as if the next few moments would decide more than just the course of the evening.

[lustfvls]

❛ ayca aysin turan, cis female, she/her ❜ was that roxelana “roxie” demir i just saw walking through the club? the 26 year old has a reputation for being lionhearted + fastidious, which i guess is why they’ve been an escort here since november 12, 2019. their paperwork lists that they are heteroflexible and into orgasm control/denial + impact play.

@iridescence-intros​

roxelana is a first generation american who was raised in islandia, new york. although she was the youngest child of four, and separated from her siblings by at least six years, she never felt isolated. the family was close. roxie’s father was a driven man who ran a tech company; his millions ensured that his wife and children had everything they needed and desired. but with that, came his stark protection of his children. roxie lived her life in a veritable ivory tower. 



she, like her siblings, was homeschooled and insulated from the outside world. when she had playtime with others, it was only because her father allowed it, and kept a firm watch on all involved. this led to roxie’s intense curiosity about the world, and eventually… an inherent curiosity about sex.



at sixteen, she kissed one of her playmates for the first time, and it escalated from there. they fell “in love,” or about as deep of a love as one could get given their tender age, and swore to run away together. It was innocent, pure, and well-intentioned. 



when roxie turned eighteen and left for college (she and her sweetheart were accepted to nyu), she finally found the freedom to do whatever she wished. her first night out of the house, roxie and her sweetheart spent all night in a hotel, in one another’s arms, limbs tangled, bed sheets wrecked. when school actually started, they made time for one another, meeting up in corners of new york city, around the urban campus, sneaking kisses where they could. 



everything seemed utterly idyllic. until one day, when roxie and her beau were in his dorm room, and his parents came for a surprise visit. roxie, knowing how overprotective her father was, was terrified. and rightfully so. the young man’s parents were furious and told roxie that she would have nothing to do with their son… that her father’s real enterprise was criminal, running drugs, selling illegal weapons, and managing girls. 



roxie didn’t believe them… but when she and her sweetheart were alone… he confirmed what she innately knew was already true. she felt betrayed. so roxie decided to get a job doing what her father would despise. 



at first, roxie worked in strip clubs, cutting ties with her family (while still knowing that they were aware of her career choice). she was good at what she did. eventually, she transitioned into escorting, though her siblings (the few with whom she kept in touch) informed her that her parents were gutted. she was of age, however; how much damage could they truly do? 



considering her family’s history with organized crime… roxie figured… a lot. she knew that she needed to be sequestered from the “free-for-all” of the open market. roxie put herself through college with the money she gained from her own enterprise, graduating with a bachelor of arts in philosophy (and she can talk your ear off about the topic). 



as a progression, roxie worked for small escort services, knowing she could always lean on her career if needed, but last year, she was recruited by Iridescence. one of her clients informed her that there was a club, an actual club, that catered to the needs of clients… and roxie would be a perfect fit. so she began work there, and her life has never been the same. 



when roxie first met antonio perez, she was cautious, if not reluctant. with her family’s business, she was more than aware of the other gangsters of new york, and was terrified of becoming a bargaining chip. but the sex was too good, he was too enigmatic, she couldn’t help the draw. so roxie frequently spends time with tony, and loves every moment of it

her heteroflexibility comes because she enjoys threesomes and group sex. she has never dated a woman or fucked a woman on her own, but would be open to it, if the right one came long.

OTHER CONNECTIONS: suggestions include:

clients from before she came to iridescence

people who were involved in organized crime who may recognize her or her lineage

a few close friends at the club

a few people at the club that she can’t stand the sight of (reasons pending)

lovers (she’ll sneak around like you wouldn’t believe… sex is too good)

perhaps her former “boss,” before she joined iridescence

girls she worked with before coming to iridescence

college friends

i’m also open to anything else, so please feel free to come to me so we can brain storm if you have ideas!

[seethxng-bloomxng]

introducing - cassandra wilkes

･ﾟﾟ･｡ ( ayca aysin turan, cis female, she/her ) — 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 CASSANDRA WILKES, the TENTH year SLYTHERIN student ! i hear that the TWENTY year old is known to be DIRECT and SOCIABLE and also very IRRESPONSIBLE and VAIN. however, if you ask me, the fact that they are a PUREBLOOD and leaning towards the side of the NEUTRAL is a lot more telling.

key facts -

- cassandra myrrhine ophelia wilkes. twenty. pureblood (unknown). adopted daughter of baltsaros and demetria. sister of logan wilkes.

- baltsaros and demetria hailed from two prominent greek pureblood families. when they realized that they could not have children of their own, they began the process of adopting - and soon after, cassandra came into their lives.

- it wasn’t the plan for cassandra to get a sibling, but when tragedy struck their dear friends, vasilia soon joined the family. the wilkes daughters became sisters in every way - cassandra truly does not remember a time without vasilia by her side.

- has been going by cass for as long as she can remember - not cassie. just cass.

- your resident party girl - knows how to have a good time and isn’t afraid to do it.

- disappointment to her parents, but actually makes decent marks. could make better if she ‘just applied herself!’ as her father frequently shouts.

- she doesn’t fully understand why she’s slytherin, because she doesn’t tend to think of herself as ambitious, but the hat saw something buried in her that cass has yet to recognize - when she figures out what she wants, she goes for it whole heartedly, and without apology.

- cass was the first person that logan told, she’s known for what feels like forever that vasilia was never vasilia. she’s fiercely protective over logan, even if she knows her younger sibling can handle their own battles well enough.

- not entirely knowing what she wants out of her future, cass stuck with subjects that came the easiest to her after seventh year. as such, she is currently taking ancient runes, defense against the dark arts, potions, care of magical creatures, and charms. it’s an odd mix for sure, and professor slughorn frequently asks what her actual plans are, to which she shrugs and changes the subject. she’ll figure all that out when she needs to.

- not one for organized school functions, cass is not currently in any clubs. she much prefers planning her own events, and her parties are widely attended by students of all houses.

- as far as the war, cass could best be described as apathetic. she tries to stay as uninvolved as possible, and hasn’t let anyone know where her true thoughts even lie. 

musings - 

- probably one of the biggest extroverts you’ll meet. cass cannot stand being alone.

- definitely not a morning person. 100% a night owl. rolls into her morning classes barely awake.

- can be extremely short tempered if you piss her off.

[nasirofmanderlys]

✯

the mood shifted, becoming quieter, as nasir turned his attention to the matter that had been weighing on him. his fingers gripped the wine cup tighter, the mirth fading from his voice. "you’re right, of course. he’s safe, cared for, but there’s a part of me that worries—about what he’ll think when he’s older. what will he make of all this? of me?" nasir’s gaze met tion’s, and his voice dropped even lower.

"there’s so much i could have done; even if it ruined my name. i kept thinking of my sisters, my mother...and still, i can’t help but think he deserves more than what i gave him. the idea of having more children of my own someday, and pretending as though they do not have a brother...it doesn't sit right with me." he leaned back in his chair again, eyes distant. "but you speak the truth. there's no more to do." his gaze hardened a little, as if determined to put the thought behind him.

the mention of ayca mallister made his brow raise slightly, a slight laugh coming from him at the prospect of it. she was only a person he saw briefly in passing at old way events, where she was usually accompanied by her sister and other women. still, there was much they heard of ayca mallister and her argumentative nature: or at least, the point of her arguments. "well you dodged an arrow there." nasir's voice was uncharacteristically blunt, as it commonly was when he said the first thing that came to mind. he caught himself and pulled a slight face, letting out an exhale.

nasir manderly chuckled, the sound rich and deep, as his eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint. "i watched it all, brother. every moment of it. and you were most certainly struggling," he taunted, leaning back in his chair, fingers tracing the edge of his wine cup with absent precision. "as for rescuing you, well, i thought you’d manage just fine without my help." he shook his head as the conversation turned to his previous joke, his grin widening. "and send her my way? not likely," nasir said with a wink, shaking his head in mock horror.

"you think i’d survive that? no, no, i’m better off avoiding her traps altogether. let’s leave the valyrian interrogation to you, my friend. i have far less patience for the fire and fury."

as his mind lingered on the targaryen princess and her antics, nasir’s gaze wandered to the bustling hall beyond. "you're a picky man, that's why you're not wed." he could feel the weight of the questions swirling in the air, his mind beginning to drift to more pressing matters. "you know what i really have to ask you about?" he leaned forward a little, his voice lowering. "matilda tyrell. third in line for the reach throne, and with a dowry to make even the most steadfast lord second-guess their commitments." he raised an eyebrow, a playful edge to his tone.

"she’s already engaged to wylliam swann, but come now, we both know that can be dropped."

there was mischief in nasir's tone, the sort of familiar teasing that can only have been born of two who new each other as well as they did. tion took the jests in good nature, shaking his head a little as he laughed. "yes, she had me cornered, and you, as i understand, just watched it all unfold, without coming to my rescue? so much for northern honour." he tutted, even as his smirk deepened on his face. "next time, i'll send her your way. see how you fare against the valyrian inquisition."

nasir's next words prompted a little more thought. in that moment, tion's mind had slipped to another friend, another targaryen, one lost to him long ago. the prince daeron was a man tion had greatly admired, one he would have gladly called his king. what would daeron have thought of his niece, of viserra? the thought made his mouth twitch, caught between his smirk and a sigh. he'd heard the adage enough times, that targaryens were either mad or great, and could not help but wander if daeron had been the very last of the great dragons. if he were here, would he have tempered the insanity of his nephew and niece, or watched while they played their games? it was a question without an answer, one that it would only be a waste to dwell upon.

"and leave all this behind to play the life of a prince consort?" he swept his hand through the room, but his gesture was meant for that beyond its walls. all he had worked for, poured his blood and sweat into making a success. it would take a rare woman to convince him to leave it behind. "you know that my last attempt to find a wife was a disaster. ayca mallister turned me down flat. no, you'll be wedded before i will. that is a guarantee."

his mirth faded, softening as talk turned once again to zakariya. "he won't be a boy forever," he agreed. "and when the questions come, i'll give him what truths i can, and protect him from the ones that could ruin him. and you." his gaze fixed on nasir, steady and stable. tion's words were a promise uttered, an oath that no matter what would come, the secret would be kept, even from the child himself.

was the distance for the best? tion wasn't sure if he knew the answer to that. he wasn't sure there would be any distance that would keep a boy from wanting to know his father, or a father from knowing his son, but those were not the words he thought nasir wanted to hear. "then let it be a balm for you. that you have done the best that you could. and if he thinks less of you for it, in time... that may just have to be the price you pay for the rest of it." he would tell nasir no lies, would not assure him that there was no possibility zakirya would not be angry. "no hard choice is ever without consequence."

[collective-f-sd]

This is Ayca! Here is my Object of Intrigue. Going back to our initial artifact studies and one of my material intersections, I decided to make an interactive bird wing created from found materials found in the area as well as some of my own. I used primarily cardboard, (found) branches, and thumbtacks to create my intersections, as a symbol of the bird I saw in the area of my material study. By moving the wing around, one can both have a tactile experience as well as visually see the movement of a wing’s joints. By placing my item back in the location where I had seen the bird, I found it became both a symbol, and an item open for taking (like branches I collected in the area). 

[gianninaxyounan]

( AYCA AYSIN TURAN + FEMALE ) — Have you seen GIANNINA YOUNAN ? This TWENTY-SEVEN year old is a BALLERINA who resides in BROOKLYN. She has been living in NYC for TWELVE YEARS, and is known to be HEADSTRONG and AMBITIOUS, but can also be SELF-DESTRUCTIVE and INDULGENT, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with STIFF TUTUS and BANG ENERGY DRINKS.  ( Reese, 26, she/her, EST )

Filled Connections: 

· Samantha Carlson – Roommate/Fellow Dancer · Johanna Banks – Current hook-up/potential for more

GIGI WAS BORN IN ATLANTA, GA, TO DIVORCED PARENTS. Gigi’s parents divorced when her mother was pregnant with her. Divorced parents is all she ever knew. Her father, a successful real estate agent, saw her sparingly, every other weekend, if he could find time. Her mother, a wedding dress designer with a successful shop in Atlanta, raised her as practically a single mother. 

GIGI HAD A DECENT RELATIONSHIP WITH HER FATHER UNTIL SHE WAS FOURTEEN. When Gigi told her father she wanted to forgo high school and college and become a professional ballerina, he was livid. He insisted that she go to university and study a real profession. He told her dance was going to get her nowhere, and that she’d be better off, and more desirable, if she was educated with a steady job, that ballet was a temporary profession. Gigi promptly moved to NYC with her moher and has barely spoken to her father since.

GIGI IS A PROFESSIONAL BALLERINA. Gigi and her mother moved to NYC when she was fifteen to attend the Joffrey Ballet School. She went on to earn her BFA from the Joffrey Ballet School shortly after her twenty-first birthday, just before being accepted into the New York City Ballet. She earned her first principal role last winter in The Nutcracker. She currently dances as Lady Capulet in Romeo and Juliet.

GIGI IS BISEXUAL. Gigi has known from a young age that she liked both men and women. She never had a preference growing up, and doesn’t really have a preference now.

GIGI HATES RELATIONSHIPS. Gigi has been in one serious relationship her entire life. They dated for five years, and were engaged to be married. On their wedding day, October 19, 2019, her fiance left without explanation, leaving Gigi to explain to both families that there would be no wedding. Since then, she has sworn off relationships, rebounding with countless men and women, establishing a very strict 2-week rule.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Current Hook-Ups – Gigi sticks to a strict 2-week rule. She won’t “date” or hook up with somebody for more than 2 weeks at a time. She very well could circle back around and reconnect with them again, but only for another 2 weeks.

Current Hook-Up (with potential): Gigi is 100% against relationships since being left at the alter 3 months prior. However, she’s been hooking up with this person, and though she’s approaching the 2-week mark to cut it off, she’s finding herself wanting to spend more time with them, break her own rule. And it terrifies her. [ @madcofrainbows ]

Ex-Fiance: This is the woman who left Gigi at the altar. No note, no explanation, nothing. Just didn’t show up to the wedding venue. She hasn’t seen or heard from her in three months, and she’s about to turn Gigi’s world upside down when she returns. (pls give me angst, I thrive on it).

[trappedwaitress]

[ ayca aysin turan, twenty six, cisfemale, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ zehra demir ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ all her life ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ waitress ]. I hear they’re known to be [ industrious & motherly ] and [ childish & naive ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ doll shoes, wheelchair, walks in the park, small scratches on her arms, porch sitting, sunsets in crownsville ].

QUICK BACKGROUND

Zehra had big dreams in life. She wanted to go to college and get a law degree and maybe someday work in the White House. Had. Past tense. 

Just before her highschool graduation, her mother had a stroke. It paralyzed half her body and needed to be taken care of. Which Zehra would be happy to do if she wasn’t given a full ride scholarship to Harvard Law.

But in the end, she couldn’t leave her mother alone to fend for herself so she turned down the scholarship.

Over the past years she’s been bitter about it -- with good reason (so she says).

Her mother isn’t the best patient and would hit Zehra with her cane if she did something her mother didn’t like. 

So now she’s a waitress (anyone who has a business that could use a waitress message me!) and in her spare time she takes care of her mother. 

So far, that’s it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Close Friends - People she have been friends with since forever. Since she was born and raised in Crownsville, she would have a few of these.

Co-workers - Aside from being a waitress, Zehra does odd jobs here and there to make ends meet. So your character could be one of her many current and former co-workers over the years.

Ex - This should be around Z’s age, 24-30, and there could be plenty of reasons why they broke up. (Zehra probably did the breaking up, but if you’d like your character to have dumped her then be my guest!)

FWB - She has so many stressors in her life that she needs a friend to take away the stress.

Thank you for reading! Give this a heart if you wanna plot with Zehra!

[lucreziasredwyne]

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lucrezia’s lips curved into a small, fond smile as she leaned forward, her hands resting delicately on her knees. the soft scent of lavender and orange blossom wafted from the gardens around them, mingling with the sweetness of honeyed baklava. the arbor’s sun-dappled courtyard shimmered with a golden warmth, yet her heart felt heavy for her friend.

“habibti,” she began, her voice soft but steady, her hand resting upon her heart as though she were speaking nothing but the whole truth under the subjection of an oath. an absentminded movement of genuine earnestness. "do not be excusing yourself for talking. you haven't a clue how much i have needed this!" she reached forward to rub her friend's forearm, a genuine sense of relief in her words. "you can come as many times as you need. truly. you are welcome here." she reassured, dropping her hand.

“you’ve always been more than the roles you’ve worn. more than the titles or the expectations. you were always the one who saw the world not as it was but as it should be. even now, i see that spark in you, even if you can’t.” back when orange sunsets and red squirrels were what made her the happiest; back when three months of a year were the highlight of it all, when she would live for the hope of it all.

"i remember hearing you argue with the boys like it was yesterday. do you not remember the day you told tirius rowan to stop talking over us?" she asked, a slight twinkle in her hazel hues; back when it were ayca who did most of the arguing for them both. she had appreciated it then, wished to be like her then. it was only in the years that passed did lucrezia redwyne take some solace and comfort in who she was as a person.

her gaze drifted to the fountain, its rhythmic cascade soothing yet melancholic, a mirror to the conversation between them. she moved to “you’re right, the war stole so much from us,” she admitted, her voice faltering for a moment. “it took our innocence, our delusions. it left us questioning who we are, years later. i’ve felt it too, more than i care to admit. i'll admit to you tenfold, if it tells you that you are not wrong for thinking such things." she uttered, slipping the sandals from her soles and dipping her feet into the fountain.

what comes next, ayca asked. there was a strand of lucrezia's curled hair as she let out a small sigh, almost a huff. as though she were trying to think of some sort of philosophical response; it did not take long before a smile stretched across her lips. "you know...i think we just live, ayca." she responded, her tone and her voice juxtaposing the somberness of the conversation."for those who aren't, and for the will of those we will never be able to understand until we ask them in the next life, inshallah." it was in small moments like this that such short answers alluded to the influence a partner had on her, the ability to just sometimes accept things were the way they were.

"you don’t have to figure it all out right now. maybe what comes next isn’t about finding some grand purpose but rediscovering the small pieces of yourself—the ones that make you laugh, the ones that make you feel alive.” she paused, the sounds of her gold jewelry against her wrist softly ringing out alongside the sounds of a fountain. "have you been doing your painting recently? why do you not try to see if your work can be spread, network with other artists. i have connections within the reach should you wish, gael hightower works extensively on it. even the king."

the lady of seagard turned her gaze from the fountain to lucrezia, her lips curving into a soft, almost hesitant smile. the weight of the question hung in the air between them, a gentle nudge that she couldn’t ignore. she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her hand instinctively brushing against the cool stone of the bench beside her, grounding herself.

“i’m not sure i know the answer myself,” she admitted, her voice carrying the quiet honesty she rarely allowed. “when I suggested coming back with you, i told myself it was to see you, the boys, to spend time in a place that’s always felt like a second home. and, of course, that’s true.” she paused, her fingers trailing the edge of the goblet she’d set aside. “but maybe… maybe it’s more than that.”

her eyes flickered back to the fountain, the water’s rhythm almost hypnotic. “the arbor has always been a sanctuary. a place where life felt simple, safe, even magical. perhaps i thought that coming here, i could feel some of that again. that i could… i don’t know, find a piece of myself I seem to have lost somewhere along the way.” her smile faltered slightly, her voice growing quieter. “the war took so much from us, lu. more than i think either of us realized at the time.”

her chestnut tresses framed her face as she turned toward her friend, her gaze steady but distant, as though looking at something only she could see. “i’ve been so many things, lu. a daughter, a wife, a lady of my house. and now… now i’m not sure what i am anymore.��� her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her cloak, a rare display of restlessness from someone usually so composed. “after the war, after losing him…” she swallowed hard, the words sticking in her throat, but she pressed on. “i keep wondering who i’m supposed to be now. what comes next. and the truth is, i don’t know.”

she shook her head slightly, the movement dispelling some of the heaviness. “maybe that’s why i came back. to feel like myself again, even for just a little while. to be reminded of the parts of me that aren’t tied to loss or duty. the parts that laugh and tease and throw grapes at our friends.” she tilted her head, now studying the other's face with a small, mischievous smile creeping back onto her lips. “though, to be fair,” she began, her tone turning playful, “if i were going to dump my existential crisis on anyone, it would always be you."

ayca leaned back slightly, crossing her arms with a feigned air of seriousness. “but if i really wanted to make it up to you, maybe i should help out around here. what do you think—me, stomping grapes in the vineyards? or would you prefer i chase your boys around until they’ve exhausted their infinite energy? i’m not above bribing them with baklava to behave, you know. does little callum have teeth yet?"

her laugh bubbled up, warm and light, breaking the tension she’d inadvertently created. she reached for another piece of baklava, holding it up like a peace offering. “forgive me, lu. i promise I’ll balance all this brooding with enough antics to keep you entertained.”

[matthias-helvr]

The Protector Review

Things I did not like at all:

the pacing was shit. for episodes that were only 30-40 minutes long they were so slow. dear lord so slow. which is shocking for a turkish show!! they always go at a good and fast pace

the conversations were stilted and forced. Nothing of much substance was said, a lot of things were said without feeling. gosh how many times are we going to hear about the loyal ones waiting for the protector. they need to diversify the dialogue. add some more jokes, some more conversations with substance in them

love triangle. No. please no. I don’t care for watching Yaman and Eylul make out. I felt scarred for life. lol

they placed a lot of emphasis on istanbul the city but like. they kept showing us hagia sophia and the blue mosque. over and over. i know its central to the plot. but your daily turkish show does a better job of showing istanbul and its culture and people. idk i feel like they could have done a better job of showing us via more locations, more interactions, better fleshed out relations etc

the loyal ones were so annoying. all this supposed excitement over who the protector is and when they all meet him it ends up being really underwhelming?

again. all this supposed need to find the protector but other than the immortal himself, they arent really showing us what’s at stake here, why there is a desperate need to kill the immortal

take a shot every time someone dies. lol the deaths were not so impactful since these characters were literally just introduced.

zeynep and hakan both make really dumb mistakes. they show character growth but not a lot. I was especially bothered by zeynep’s need to protect the city but she doesnt really care about children being mistreated or innocent people dying, i mean if not the people than what are you trying to protect zeynep?

I hope we see a smarter hakan in the next season, he’s still growing and it was interesting seeing him fuck up every single time lmao. Cagatay was good, he could have been better.

Ayca really stood out to me, this was the first show i saw her in and she really nailed her character! I’m excited to see what happens to her in the next season and who she becomes?!?!!

Overall im underwhelmed. LOL. I really expected something more historical fantasy and it was too modern for me. And I really thought it was about hakan wearing the shirt and going back in time during the ottoman empire to change history! I swear thats what the description said

having different directors for every 3 episodes and being produced by non-turkish people really was not a good idea. The show just didn’t have the touch of a turkish tv show. idk how to explain it but it felt like an american show with turkish actors. I really wish they had someone experienced from ay yapim or something give their take on a couple of episodes. It just lacked the special touches of a good turkish show. I would have loved some more drama, emotions, a faster pace (get to the point and stop repeating the same thing omg!), better fleshed out relationships, and just yeah.

also a lot of turkish stories are more character driven, this is a show that is more plot driven so the characters kind of end up pushed to the background, even Hakan who is the main character. Cagatay can only rely on so much of his charm to be considered entertaining.

ahhhh. anyway i still stan cause i have been counting down the days until this release since may 2017.

[gvzel]

Hi Dee! I have a tendency to play a lot of supernatural type characters, and Ayca Aysin Turan seems to fit one of them really well, but I saw once like at a glance someone claim that it’s disrespectful specifically to play turkish fcs as anything supernatural because of something cultural. Is that true, or is it more along the lines of “don’t cast minorities as nonhumans more than you do as humans” that I’ve seen as a general rule of thumb

hi there! i mean, if we'd look at turkish tv shows there are some that are supernatural as well (like i can remember when i was little i watched a lot of tv shows in which there were fairies etc.) and as for rp, it's all fantasy so i, personally don't think there's anything wrong with you having a supernatural character. do you have any resources about this, though? (as to why you came to this conclusion?) or remember something about the post? because i'm clueless on this (i've never played a supernatural character before). if someone else knows more about this subject please feel free to reply to this post or send me a dm!

[lucreziasredwyne]

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lucrezia moved with quiet grace as she poured the tea, the soft clink of the ceramic a welcome reprieve from the stillness of the room as she listened closely to his words on his visit to lord caswell; if he looked closely enough, he would have seen the corners of her mouth twitch upward at the sound of his irritation. her hazel eyes, warm and steady, lingered on younes for a moment before she set the teapot down and reached for the sugar. "you are welcome. i will manage the imposition." there was a light hint of amusement in her voice; a random call for younes corbray coming to stay was something she was not expecting this day.

“how much sugar?” she asked, her voice soft, carrying the familiar rhythm of their shared tongue. it felt like a balm, speaking in a language that held the weight of their shared history, their people. at his answer she began to pour it and mix it, circling it with a light swooshing action practiced with the wrist before setting it down before him. "he should write a letter making it clear he is not looking for a wife as of this moment. take himself out of the equation, so you are considered the match." a faint smile touched her lips as she stirred the tea, the gentle swirl of the liquid mirroring the whirl of thoughts in her mind. she handed him the cup, her fingers brushing his briefly—a small, grounding connection in a world that felt increasingly fragmented.

“well, it’s not just imran, is it?” she began, her tone measured but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper. “our people... they’ve never felt so scattered. so distant.” she watched his reaction carefully, the way his features shifted ever so slightly; whilst she were comfortable and willing to host him considering how long they had known one another, it was never at a close distance. she remembered the times their paths had crossed whilst she were at ayca's side, how often she would find herself trying not to laugh too loudly as a girl at his spreading of rumour and gossip, before going on to chide him once the laughter had already slipped out.

“more fragmented than i’ve ever seen,” she continued, her voice softer now. “and no one’s willing to admit it outright.” the flicker of the candlelight danced across her olive-toned skin, as she peered over at him again, maintaining his gaze to assure him she was listening whilst not speaking over him yet; she swirled her own tea now, far more herbal than sweetened with any substance. she leaned back slightly, her gaze drifting to the window where the night sky stretched endlessly. “maybe we’ve all been too busy with our own troubles,” she murmured, turning her gaze back to him. “too consumed by the politics and the whispers. i see it, even here. everyone pulled in different directions, trying to hold on to something that feels like it’s slipping away.”

then again, she saw her husband's kin. they too were wrapped in courtly intrigue and politics, and still found time to spend with one another, keeping up, maintaining their relationships.

closed starter for @lucreziasredwyne setting: younes has gone fishing in the reach, and swung by to his his cousin's wife in omer's absence while he's in town

"...it was a complete waste of my time, of course. lord caswell said imran, or nothing. ruling lord, you know," younes scoffed. lord caswell had clearly failed to grasp what was not even a secret, something that all of the old way knew - imran corbray, the ruling lord of heart's home, was far more content to remain atop his mountain, doing little of anything, and allowing his brother to shoulder the duties he should have taken up himself long ago. and yet, younes did it, with only a little complaint. "so i said i'd carry the message back to the vale, and he said no to that, too. either imran come here himself, or there will be no betrothal. and, well, you know how imran is. he would never come here."

and despite all imran's faults, and all of younes', there was a defensiveness in his expression when he looked at lucrezia then, as though he was waiting for her to say something against his brother, for as all knew that imran corbray was useless, all knew younes would argue until he was blue in the face to defend him, for despite everything, brotherly devotion was hard to kill.

"so i thought rather than waste my visit entirely, i would come an impose myself upon you. though i see that cousin of mine has made himself scarce. i'll try not to take it personally." the smile he gave her was cheeky. he had not asked for permission to come here - he had simply arrived, and hoped that lucrezia would let him in. she was yet to turn him away, and so he felt optimistic about his odds for securing a warm bed in the guest quarters for the night.

he yawned then, evidently making himself at home. he liked being in the homes of others, observing the way they adorned their surroundings in that which said who they were. there was little of that in heart's home now, the walls bare of decorations that had been sold long ago. it was the truth of what he was doing here - stalling for time, knowing he would have to return with news that he had once again failed to secure a bride who would reverse their poor fortune.

"i have to say, i thought there would be more people here," he admitted. "i suppose we only ever really see each other when there's lots of people around. our people, or omer's, you know? silly thought, really, but i never really considered what it would be like here in between all of it."