𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦

hande demir. 22. pre-law major. daughter of ares.

[euhande]

eutroy​:

✗ ( a starter for @euhande​​​ ! )

he rubs his palms together and tries to swallow a choke. pumping his lungs like  a water well, he breathes out hot air through pursed lips and wrings his sweaty fingers. by the gods, he’s nervous. all the giddy, fluttery butterflies that tail a typical kid’s crush returned to his stomach like a second invasion.

and he feels just like that kid again. hiding behind a tree, watching hande do literally anything. and he knows, from what little time he’s spent with full mortals, how beautiful and radiant demigods always look in a crowd. gleaming hair or bright white eyes or sparkling smiles. there’s always something about a demigod that makes them noticeable, beautiful — everything about them tied together so well, you can’t help but stare a little.

he wonders now if hande is actually a goddess, blood solely ichor; she shines even in this sea of demigods, he thinks, having trouble recalling if he’s seen anyone more… well, for all the languages he claims to know, he can’t even find the right word.

“hey, hande,” he says, a smile finding his face like a knee-jerk reaction. he hears himself before he even knows he’s talking, feels his hand touch her shoulder ever so gently before he can even think to move. suddenly, she’s right in front of him ( or, he’s right in front of her — she was minding her business when he came from behind and just started talking. ) but she is startlingly close and bright as the sun. he wants to close his eyes — he feels he might go blind. what the fuck? he thinks, glancing accusatorially at his feet. they must have carried him here without warning. 

“troy,” he says, gesturing towards himself — icarus without wings. he definitely sounds more composed than he feels, more casual than absolutely scrambling. he reintroduces himself like he wouldn’t mind if she’d forgotten about him — as if. 

“we went to camp together. i, uh—“ he opens his mouth to say something. something about i ran the hermes cabin with my siblings, and i kept you company before you were claimed, and i spent an entire afternoon baking you a goodbye-slash-congratulations cake but i never gave it to you because i got too nervous and i thought you were so cool and talented and smart and pretty and now that i think of it, i don’t think i even said goodbye at all. he changes course, running fingers through his hair — nervous tick, “it’s so great to see you again. you look amazing! how’ve you been?”

*

camp summers are a hazy montage in hande’s mind, purposefully remembered in such a way in order to block out the more unpleasant bits of her residency. a young girl shouldn’t possess so much rage, and she was far less dignified when she was fourteen and unclaimed, trapped in the hermes cabin for an entire summer before her doting father felt like she was worthy enough to be claimed. hande had a propensity to push anyone away — forcefully shoved would be a more appropriate descriptor, really — but there were a few kind faces who didn’t let her bared teeth deter them from trying to befriend her. she could count them on one hand, but they were there.

but that was so long ago, and she almost doesn’t recognize troy when he touches her shoulder. “ troy, ” she muses, surveying his face for a moment. the name gives her déjà vu ( he’s been brought up somewhere by someone, she just can’t place a finger on it ), and then it clicks. “ oh, troy, right. i remember you, ”  a pleasant tone of surprise is in her tone as hande shifts to give him her undivided attention, a closed-lip smile gracing her features. there’s a sense of nostalgic fondness that blossoms in her stomach as hande looks at him — he was cute back then, sweet, and he’s retained that same boyish charm as he’s grown into himself. 

“ well, you’re not so bad yourself, ” it’s almost flirting; hande’s eyes glint with subtle amusement. “ are you interested in getting coffee? it’d be nice to sit down and catch up. ” 

[euhande]

26, 34, 44

34. is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

hande will definitely move onto a new approach, likely one that’s a smarter revision of her first attempt before tackling something completely different. she’s intelligent and refuses to let herself fail, so anything that teeters dangerously close to that territory will become her top priority and she will figure it out.

44. how easy or difficult is it for your character to say “i love you?” can they say it without meaning it?

to the surprise of no one, hande is emotionally constipated and would never say i love you unless it’s to one of her best friends... maybe. the truth is, hande grew up in a home that was far removed from affection, and her mother often had dysfunctional relationships and a cold attitude towards love that hande unfortunately adopted as an adult. she could never say it without meaning it, and even if she did feel something close to love she probably wouldn’t be able to get the words out. it’s a sense of vulnerability that she just doesn’t feel comfortable expressing. just ask andrés 💖

[euhande]

22, 26, 31

22. what does your character like in other people?

she likes agreeability. as someone who’s naturally confrontational, people who are more agreeable, laidback, and not as concerned with having strong opinions allow hande to adopt a more easygoing personality when interacting with them, though there’s a fine line between those qualities being positives in some people and what she perceives as spineless and pathetic in others. that distinction often boils down to whether someone is principled, ambitious, and possesses a strong sense of determination, as those are qualities she values heavily and often requires in friendships in order to relate to other people.

26. how does your character behave around children?

hande’s maternal instinct is virtually null — she finds children pretty baffling and often times gross, so she never knows how to act around them and can act extremely tense around them, both physically and emotionally. she’d never be deliberately cruel or mean to a child, but she’ll definitely go through extra lengths to avoid having to interact with them. she’s more likely to be fond of calm, well-behaved children, though those are far and few in-between. 

31. describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

at the end of the school year, when all of her assignments are complete and returned with straight A’s and she’s prepared to travel back to germany for the summer. although she does enjoy her time at eonia, the sense of satisfaction the end of an academic year brings and the promise of returning to her home country relieves a lot of tension and irritability hande carries throughout her daily life. this, paired with hande treating herself to self-dates and spa days to reward herself for being flawless as ever, gives her a great sense of comfortability. 

[miyamanga-deactivated20191223]

Character Development “Hard Mode” Meme: send a number & character to my ask box  and I’ll write an answer/headcanon in reply.

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

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In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

[meiselr]

Archetype Inspirations | The Wraith

[euhande]

anyaeu​:

STARTER FOR: @euhande​ LOCATION: dining hall TIME: noon

SOME FRIENDSHIPS ARE MEANT TO LAST FOREVER, others simply cease to exist. no warning. no fight. no goodbye. one day you two just start talking less and less until you are strangers. anya prided on having very long friendships, but her relationship with hande was always a tense one. both fighting over control eventually took its toll on them. the dining hall, however, brings them together once more. waiting for their food, next to each other. “hello hande,” anya starts, her tone doesn’t possess animosity but it’s not aggressive either. “i heard you got kicked out of the feminist alliance,” she says and the moment the words leave her lips, she regrets them. she intends no malice with that comment, but she isn’t sure if hande will take it wrongly.

*

considering how bitterly their friendship ended, hande’s surprised to hear the sound of anya’s voice, striking up their first real conversation in what feels like ages. her initial impulse is to lash out, though anya’s comment is an objective TRUTH and doesn’t appear to be a provocation. so hande resigns herself to civility, glancing over her shoulder at her former friend with an unenthused expression on her face as she states, “ it’s not really a feminist alliance if they can’t handle a healthy debate. ” it’s a convenient skirt around answering yes, but it seems to be common knowledge on campus already — hande may as well save herself some dignity and defend herself from the alliance’s smear campaign. “ they already fucked up by allowing men to join. i might as well just form my own club at this point. ”

[euhande]

eusage​:

                         for once, it is not hatred he feels when hande comes into sight ( well, not just hatred ). after all these times of having to hear her call him names; coward, spineless, pathetic, the list goes on and on; finally, tonight is the one night he can get back at her. tonight, he is the one resembling a predator as he quietly stalks after her, cloaking himself in layers of mist to make sure his presence goes unnoticed.

was it morally correct to put more effort into scaring certain students? maybe not, but the rules had been vague at best; make sure everyone is to be kept safe and sound at all times. all else was more of a question of ethics, and hande had made sure that his own ethics had blurred along the lines. a mere few hours ago, maiken had only added fuel to the fire, whispering some of hande’s most ridiculous fears into his ear. so now here they were—in the woods, seemingly alone. they’d supposedly crossed eonia’s border minutes ago. and now that he’d managed to swallow up the existence of her company by the mist, it was HIS time to have some fun. dreary ghosts that the hades cabin had summoned start to visualise undead clowns instead; eerie carnival music playing somewhere far away as sage lets them close in on the daughter of ares. sleazy warlock ass, huh? he’d teach her some respect tonight. if not for his own spells, then surely jasper’s fear inducing runes should do the trick. ( @euhande​ ! )

*

her haughtiness and overconfidence have come back to bite her in the ass with a VENGEANCE, though she’s trying not to reveal the uneasiness creeping into her gut ( she doesn’t know who might be watching ). separated from thomas and all signs of campus civilization cloaked in darkness, hande cautiously begins to retreat from her current trajectory in the half-hearted hopes she’s not too far past the campus barriers. her sword, nothing more than a enhanced prop at the beginning of the night, is her only defense against the possibility of a rogue monster attack. gripping its handle tight enough to turn her knuckles white, hande abruptly halts in her path as spirits come into view — for a moment, she can’t clearly make out what form they’re supposed to take, but the sudden realization propels her pulse to begin beating rapidly against her skin. her fear of clowns is entirely IRRATIONAL, she knows that, but the fear that’s uncomfortably and rapidly blooming in the pit of her stomach feels all too real as she stumbles backwards. “ this isn’t fucking funny, ” she nervously calls out to the pitch black forest, her voice wavering slightly despite her better efforts to project an image of confidence. she’s so going to stab a child of hecate if she survives this. 

[euhande]

miaxeu​:

     THE DINING HALL BUSTLE at lunch time’s no match for the crowd at a party, but mia feels the surge from it nonetheless — too much her father’s daughter to pass up on the ecstasy brought about by chaos. a few moment’s spent glancing around in between chatter, and once more catches the eyes of another across a table. it’s far from the first that afternoon. in fact, mia’s confident she’s caught her staring thrice by now that she decides to hold her gaze, a small smile creeping onto her lips in time with the quirk of her brow. 

     call it years of social mingling, hollywood prattles, and business chitchats that urge mia up from her seat and toward the girl. because far be it from her to let a connection fly past when any good might come from it. “ i’m sorry, but have we met ? you look familiar, but i’m afraid i just can’t place it. ” // @euhande​​ 

*

    she’s half-convinced her eyes are deceiving her as she peers at the girl, the resemblance to mia stoeger too striking to be a fluke ( and hande would know, considering she had spent a considerable amount of one evening downloading pictures of her to decorate with devil horns and the word FLOP, written in all caps in the space in-between her eyes ). still, it’s difficult to comprehend she’s here, a demigod to boot, and hande’s too stunned to tear her eyes away and pay attention to her neglected shawarma, half-cold on her plate. 

    and then mia’s approaching her — hande sits up a little straighter, chin raised as she surveys the actress maneuver towards the table where she’s seated. she could’ve made a better effort to be more inconspicuous, but it’s too late to indulge hypotheticals now, especially with mia on the brink of potentially recognizing her from an infamous twitter thread of hande’s. “ sorry, i don’t know who you are, ” she states shortly, and there’s a devious sort of glint in her eyes as she raises her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, “ i doubt anyone does. ”

[euhande]

eufelix​:

for   :   @euhande​ location   :   dionysus party

a few minutes longer than it really needed to take   ,   he returns from makeshift bar with two drinks in hand.   ❛     hey   ,   sorry   !!   i tried to get ‘em fast   ,   but the girl that made them’s in one of my classes and i felt bad rushing her.     ❜   she hadn’t really done or said anything wrong   ,   after all   ,   and fe’s hardly one to judge a desire for conversation.  one cup offered to hande   ,   the other he takes small sip from.   ❛     she thought you were my girlfriend   ,   and she said your sword was really cool   —   weird   ,   right   ?   not the sword thing   ,   that was true   ,   but you’re clearly way out of my league   ,   without even thinking about my unfortunate liking for men.     ❜

*

“ hm. i see where your priorities lie, ” she regards fe cooly as he returns, but she’s never been able to keep up the mock dramatics around him, pursed lips transforming into a smile as she takes the drink in hand. her gaze flickers to the bartender, craning her neck a bit to see past the horde of people. “ no shit the sword’s cool. but honestly, fe, i think she’s trying to steal your girlfriend, ” hande flips a section of her blonde wig over her shoulder for good measure, turning back to fe as she swallows a mouthful of alcohol. her nose wrinkles dismissively at his claim, but her smile widens at his self-deprecation. “ well i think we’d be well-matched, considering you’re the only man on campus who doesn’t want to make me blow my fucking brains out on a regular basis. ”

[mementomcri]

simay barlas as gözde sariyaz. hayat bazen tatlidir.

[euhande]

euthomas​:

closed for @euhande​ | haunted trail !

“so –” thomas started, standing at the entrance of the trail, hands on his hips. “you really think it’s as scary as they’re making out?” he knew that the hades and hecate kids had put a lot of effort into it this year and he wanted to test it out.

*

“ maybe if you’re a fucking baby, ” she states candidly, peering at their surroundings with an unimpressed frown. hande’s confident she can make it through the trail with a straight face — if having ares as her father was good for one thing, it’d be passing down his nerves of steel to her. “ seriously, imagine letting a bunch of goth losers scare you. this campus would never survive an actual monster attack. ” 

[euhande]

amaraeu​:

        ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ⋮ @euhande​ — IT’S HARD TO MISS HER when she’s donned in a yellow probably brighter than the sun itself from head to toe. it’s a significant contrast from the earthy tones and deep green that clings to amara’s own body in the form of a skimpy bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination. but the bumblebee yellow of hande’s jumpsuit compliments the warmth of her complexion and golden hues of her hair. “ you know, whenever i think i have dad’s temper under control, somebody always has to test me, ” the elder mentions to hande. her gaze is focused and intense when she says it but then turns to look at hande and cracks a smile. “ how mad do you think rion will be if i have sex in his bed ? think he’ll try to kill me ? ” she crosses her arms over her chest. “ i’m very sure i’m a much better fighter. i think i could take him — and i’d sure love to put him in his place. ”

*

         she hasn’t been the most lively company so far, nursing a glass of vodka as she broods about the shit-stains she’s unfortunate enough to call her brothers. amara, though, is a breath of fresh air in comparison, if not solely for the fact she won’t degrade her halloween costume as she wears it. “ he’ll definitely try to murder you, ” she muses, unable to stop a smile of her own from growing on her lips at amara’s revenge proposal ( she would’ve defaulted straight to physical violence, the language rion can undoubtedly understand best, but this is just as good ), “ but it’d be so worth it. you know i’d back you up and help beat him to a fucking pulp if it came to that. ” hande brings the glass to her lips, lifting her brows upwards for a moment to signal how TEMPTING the thought is. “ revenge of womankind. ” 

[euhande]

aylineu​:

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ: @euhande​

she can’t help but wanting to screech in excitement upon seeing hande, only stopping herself by slapping one hand over her own mouth. then she makes the very dangerous decision of sneaking up on her friend and holding her eyes closed from behind. “hey babygirl, are you lost?” she asked, doing her best to make her voice as deep as possible, completely forgetting about the potentially deadly consequences of her actions. 

*

the sudden lack of her vision startles hande, and she instinctively twists her body around with full force to regain it, darting backwards as she extends the sword in the direction of the perpetrator. but it’s just aylin, and the sight of her makes hande laugh as she relaxes her grip on the weapon, drawing closer to gently shove aylin’s shoulder. “ you’re a fucking idiot, ” she says, visibly amused, “ did you even think about what would happen if i stabbed you? a fuckboy impersonation is not worth dying over. ”

[euhande]

euandres​:

     on a mission to retrieve a stray lighter from one of the rooms, andrés floated through the halls of dionysus’ house. whoever was in charge of cleaning tomorrow, he didn’t want to think about. mentally, he traces he’d been given: up two floors, down the hall on the left, first room on the right. the door’s open when he gets closer, rounding the turn into the room when he stumbles upon a familiar face. “ hande, ” he nods, giving her a glance as he opens a drawer from the dresser, fishing around for a lighter. “ what’re you doing up here by yourself? don’t tell me there’s a body under that bed. ” @euhande​ 

*

          she freezes at the sound of andrés’ voice, hands momentarily suspended in mid-air before she regains her composure and turns to face him. her countenance is surly as she watches andrés rummage through the drawers, rolling her eyes at his quip. “ oh, shut the fuck up, ” hande retorts, excessively callous despite his civility, but her night’s been getting worse in steady increments and dealing with her ex is the LAST thing she needs. turning back towards the mirror, she probes at the jagged patch rion had cut, her gaze flickering to look back at andrés through the mirror. “ my psychopath brother destroyed part of my costume, ” said as evenly as she can muster, but it’s upsetting hande more than she'd admit, “ what are you doing up here? ”

[euhande]

rioneu​:

“what the fuck are you dressed as?” rion picks at a loose thread on his costume for a minute before getting bored and ripping it from the material. he knows what hande is dressed as. it’s not a particularly creative costume, but kill bill is a very hande movie to pull a costume “big bird fresh off the pole? little tip,” he hums, grabbing a shot one of their siblings poured and knocking it back before they could, “you’ll make more money on a street corner.” / @euhande​

-

apollo’s comment was one thing, but rion’s provocation takes it a step too far, anger already simmering underneath the surface of her skin. she’d have to possess dangerous levels of stupidity to not recognize that’s his entire gimmick, but that knowledge has never prevented hande’s murderous urges from emerging every time rion opens his mouth. “ cute. are you this misogynistic to every woman, or just the ones you’re related to? ” she watches rion down the shot with disgust, not nearly drunk enough to put up with his bullshit but too PRIDEFUL to disengage. rolling her eyes, hande snaps, “ it’s from kill bill, fuckwad. something people actually watch. ”

-

[euhande]

apolloeu​:

               ❛   𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃,   ❜     Apollo is putting his boots on at the entrance of the Ares dormitory,    looking at Hande with passive and unimpressed eyes and commenting as soon as she steps into view.     ❛   Is that a real sword ?   ❜     𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  —— @euhande​.

*

                 she’s FEELING HERSELF in the skin-tight bodysuit, and a disparaging comment from her brother about her choice in costumes isn’t likely to change that. pointing the sword down at where he’s seated, hande’s eyebrows quirk upwards, not yet at the point of anger but functioning as a warning instead ( one her siblings never seem to heed, but when apollo ends up with a punctured kidney, hande can’t say she didn’t warn him ). “ keep comparing me to condiments and i’m sure you’ll find out. ”

[euhande]

𝔦 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.

hande demir as beatrix kiddo, kill bill.