* 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞

“i’m slipping. i’m slipping away like sand, slipping through fingers. all my cells are open, and all so thirsty. i ache and swell in a hundred places. but mostly in the middle of my heart.”

[hypnosizs]

#HYPNOSIZS : * 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 crimeshq

❝ do you  still  believe myths can  save  you ?  foolish  creature . let  me  be  clear :  every  version  of  this  story ; ends  with  you  being  s l a u g h t e r e d.   

一 *   𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍  𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛  🕊   𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐚 

        𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚     //    𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐     //    𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔 .    //     𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅    

一 *   𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍  𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛  ♠    𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

       𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚    //    𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐     //    𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔 .    //     𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅  

[hypnosizs]

voisesvoices​ .

x

There was nothing he distasted more these days than poor bedside manner, and he’d met a lot of doctors and nurses that displayed as much. Kai tries to be as welcoming as possible, and at least in this instance he’s awarded a positive reaction, even if it is coated by a grimace. He’d assume it’s from the pain. “Band aid’s huh?” He asks, eyes going from the wound to her face to the wound once more, but he scans himself into the computer, figuring he needed to double check and verify her info anyway before he proceeded. “Well, let’s just triple check the docs orders, yeah? That looks like it might need more care than a band aid, y’know?” He offers, making sure to keep his tone from bordering condescending. “Can I get your name and date of birth?”

♠

゛  ;          ♠            »            “               “  yes,  the  hello  kitty  ones  .  ” her  tone  is  flat,  matching  her  expression.  a  joke  ( although  executed  horribly  )  disguised  as  a  distraction  when  she  noticed  him  checking  her  wounds  again.    “  i  know  you’re  probably  as  tired  as  me,  so  why  don’t  you  just  give  some  band  aids  and  clean  the  wound.  ”  she  suggested,  her  irritation  rising  with  her  voice  at  his  insistence  on  simply  doing  his  job.  “  the  doctor  also  told  me  it’s  nothing  to  worry  about,  after  all  it’s  simply  a  cut  ”  she  claimed,  lies  slipping  easily  out  of  her  mouth  as  impatience  loosened  up  her  lips,  allowing  hasty  thoughts  escape  them.  “ lauren  ...  smith  ...  ?  and  my  date  of  birth  is  6th  july  1994  ... ?  ”  another  (  bad  )  lie,  meant  to  protect  herself  as  she  didn’t  need  her  real  name  to  be  associated  with  something  as  trivial  as  a  fight  that  got  out  of  control. “  do  you  need  anything  else  ?  perhaps  my  bank  details  or  my  passwords  ?  ”

[nm-6]

got caught giving a fuck. embarrassing.

[hypnosizs]

*     ◟    :    〔     özge yağiz    ,      cis-female    +   she/her    〕      damn  !      is    that    ELIF    CARTWRIGHT-UNDERGROVE  ?      last    i    heard    they    were    making    a    name    for    themselves    as    a    FENCER    /    ASSOCIATE    for    the    ITALIAN        MAFIA  .      i    heard    that    the    TWENTY - SEVEN    year    old    is    a    bit    VACUOUS    but    can    also    be    CLEAR-HEADED  .      sometimes    you    can    hear    them    humming    FEEL      BETTER    by    PENELOPE        SCOTT  ,      though    people    mostly    associate    them    with    MESSAGES       LEFT        ON        READ ,       TRYING       TO       EXPRESS       YOURSELF       BUT       NEVER       FINDING       THE       RIGHT       WORDS ,       A       LIGHT       THAT       DOESN’T       REACH       AS       FAR       AS       IT       SHOULD . 

                                                         𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚   ///    𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔 .    

tl;dr. : adopted daughter of kaz cartwright and dorian undergrove --> felt kaz ‘drifting away’ because of the thing that happened in europe --> picked up fencing to distract herself but also found joy in it --> was qualified for the olympics but an accident caused by someone else ( but maybe it wasn’t an “accident” ) led to her suffering chronic pain --> however, she couldn’t abandon her dream and started to rely on substances --> of course, she was caught and was disqualified --> felt abandoned by everyone including herself, so she tried to fill that empty space by finding her biological family --> met someone who is related to her and kinda got dragged into the italian mafia due to them.

headcanons

- elif is more of the streetsmart than booksmart person. truth to be told, she is quite the opposite of boosmart and often will not get certain slangs/sayings/figure of speech/expressions ( probably when she was told about the wake, she seriously thought it was an event about someone waking up ... a conversation probably went like this elif “ so when are they finally waking up ? i want to go home” )

- she has no fashion sense at all or rather doesn’t care about clothes as long as they’re comfortable. she has different variations of the same shirt and pants.

- tba

wanted connections

general connections such as friends, enemies, people who don’t trust her, maybe someone who used to know her from her fencing days, someone she teaches some fencing, the person who caused the accident, anything

[miraydanerarchived]

ÖZGE YAĞIZ BABA | 4. BÖLÜM

[hypnosizs]

crimsonfm​ .

OPEN TO ALL

TERRACE ON THE PARK

Events like these weren’t Usui’s cup of tea. He didn’t like having to pretend that he liked socializing or dressing up, it made him itchy as fuck. Instead, he’d rather just waste his time outside, smoking probably a whole pack. “Need a light or anything? I’m feeling a little generous and desperate to not go back inside.” 

           ゛ ;     🕊      »    hushed  laughter  and  voices  melting  into  trivial  conversations  were  drowned  by  a  stretched  sigh  of  relief,    tired  eyes  fixed  upon  the  sky,  as  crossed  arms  tried  to  keep  in  the  little  warmth  that  remained  from  seconds  before.  events  like  these  exhausted  her,  yet  she’d  still  try  to  convince  herself  that  it  would  be  different  this  time.  a  delusion,  of  course.  “  i’ll  pass.  ”  she  turned  to  the  other,  “  or  maybe  i  can  use  that  lighter  to  keep  myself  warm.  ”  she  half-jested,  fatigue  hindering  her  to  think  about  a  better  joke  than  that.  “  maybe  you  should  go  home  if  you  don’t  plan  to  go  back  inside  ”  jina  suggested,  her  eyes  furrowing  in  confusion  why  he’d  force  himself  to  be  here.  “  or  are  you  waiting  for  something  to  happen  ? ”

[hypnosizs]

alllteeth​.

There is not enough venom in the other woman’s voice,     she thinks,    and this is either due to lack of war in her life,    or simply the acceptance of empathy.    Either way,    it has her slightly on edge   —    paranoid to the very brink of madness,     like any woman born under a harvest moon.      It’s not that the nurse had given her questionable things to be suspicious of.     She was simply too interested in her,     studied with curious eyes that bordered on obsessiveness.       She feels,    at the moment,   as though she were an onion sliced thinly enough to be set atop a microscope slide.    She shifts in her seat,     thigh draping over her other,     the stilettos and silk dress seemingly out of place in such a neutrally bland atmosphere that is this particular coffee shop.         ‘You’re dressed perfectly,    for business or pleasure.    The bracelet,    especially   […]   may I?’      Asked out of politeness,     palm offered to her in hopes the wrist that the band is around rested against it for a closer examination.      The conversation moves on,    a forward push that seemed to be filled with unknown endings and an excitement that stemmed from the woman across from her.       ‘I come from a stubborn family.      But stubbornness is often a stepping stone for ambition,    wouldn’t you say?’    A murmured out thought that sparks between them with the half-lazed out defensiveness that she holds only for her family.     Besides,      she knew how ironborn her spine was   —    how it refused to bend to the wind,     how it refused to dissolve with absence of love.      She bristles at the next words,    meant only as an offering of sympathy and allegiance,     yet she is of proud blood.    Strangers’ desires to help an Espinar may result in a vicious end.    She bites on cynicism,    lets the taste embitter her tongue as she prolongs the silence before she answers.     ‘Why would you think I need help?’      The serpent hisses,     syllables maintaining their ability to be both human and animal.      She leans an inch or two closer,    intimidation not yet acceptable with her short stature,     yet it works when they’re both sitting.       ‘Who do you think would dare to threaten me?     I’m curious,       please:     share.’  

          ゛ ;     🕊      »    “  it  doesn’t  matter,  though.  i  dressed  up  for  you.” the  string  of  flattery  continued  to  spill  from  her  mouth,  though  not  dishonest,  still  carefully  wrapped  with  intention.  ignorance  only  brought  her  that  far,    a  part  of  her  aware  that  their  meeting  had  only  been  possible  through  resistance  rather  than  mutual  interest,  yet,  giving  up  hasn’t  crossed  her  mind  once. “  sure.” she  extends  her  arm,  her  smile  reaching  her  eyes,  allowing  herself  to  believe  that  isabella  has  taken  an  interest  in  her.  friendships  always  began  this  way  and  maybe  it  would  develop  into  it. “  you  can  have  it  if  you  like  it.  ” she  offers,  a  habit  she  still  hasn’t  shaken  off.  the  belief  that  giving  away  pieces  of  herself,  would  somehow  push  people  into  liking  her.   “  well,  you’re  right,  although  it  does  make  you  resistant  to  change.  ”  she  ponders,  her  eyes  lost  in  thought  for  a  second.  perhaps,  in  some  odd  and  twisted  way,  both  of  them  were  similar.  similarly  stubborn  over  things  that  mattered  and  didn’t.    her  gaze  returns  to  isabella,  studying  her,  trying  to  read  her  through  the  exchange  of  a  mere  sentence.  wondering  if  it  was  her  stubbornness,  that  made  her  refuse  jina’s  help. “  i  meant  that  you  don’t  have  to  do  everything  alone  .  ”    jina’s  voice  softens  at  the  menacing  edge  of  her  words,  the  sharpness  of  her  reaction  reasonable  considering  the  urgency  of  the  topic  she’s  hinting  at. “  julián’s  father  ...  whenever  i  mention  him  -  “  she  pauses  again,  pushing  her  chair  back  ever  so  slightly  to  remain  a  certain  distance,  the  right  words  stuck  in  her  throat. “  your  reaction  to  him  is    kind  of  odd.  ”  to  put  it  bluntly. “  so  i  was  wondering,  if  he’s  hurting  you,  or  julián  —  it’s  not  a  thing  to  be  ashamed  of  …  it  can  happen  to  everyone.  ”

[hypnosizs]

devvilmt​ .

     𝙰𝙽 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 ,  his gaze tracing every inch of the her face. he tells himself that he can pretend for a little while, but can he really ? mere seconds with jina and already it’s almost like they’re back home, back in their younger days, where they stayed away from his father and whatever he had to offer.  —  like it was just marcus and jina against the world, the way they always felt like it was.   i’ll come back, i promise. but like all promises that are made when things are entirely impossible to come back from ..  it’s a lie. noticing her hand fleeting away,   he has no shame and quickly reaches for it,   resting his cheek against her palm. holding the back of her hand gently, he hates to admit how he could almost cry out of relief.   for just a split  second he wonders if he truly had made a mistake,  if it was only him who had  their prior encounter on his mind in the days that had followed.   ❛ don’t go. ❜   jina is far too precious, too important for him to risk losing again,   even if he may now only regard her as something lesser than what he might truly desire.   ❛  i .. i can’t let you go.  ❜

𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾,   but at this rate, it will cost him his whole life. if isabella were to find out through jina about their past, then he could kiss his life goodbye. what would kill him first ? isabella ? the italians ? or the fbi ? he couldn’t run away, he couldn’t leave julian behind and have him live the same fate as jina once did.  releasing her hand wasn’t easy but the glint of a silver sparkle caught his eye. he was surprised that she held onto these for so long. she could’ve done anything to them : throw them into a river, sell them for money or crush them with a hammer but she didn’t. she kept them, and brought them here.  they had shared many tears together before  ,  both happy and heart-wrenching.  but these tears  ?  had been stained with  so much regret.   he regretted the wedge he had placed between them  ,  more than he could express within any apology.  he fell victim to teary eyes , and instead of showcasing them, he leans in. their lips only centimeters apart,  and at this point, their breaths are mingling, the heat rising to his cheeks as his gaze flickers down to her mouth.  ❛  don’t give them to me .. just – ❜

          ゛ ;     🕊      »      HIS  WORDS  LINGER  IN  THE  AIR,  the  fragile  layer  of  thin  bitterness  dissolving  into  ambiguity.  before  she  came  here,  she’s  made  a  choice.  she’d remain in  the  state  of  being  unloved  rather  than  risking  to  let  marcus  break  her  again.  but  why  was  she  slipping  ?  slipping  again,  slipping  through  the  cracks  of  her  sanity.  her  heart  tainted  by  the  present,  trickling  away  for  words  supposed  to  long  have  lost  their  meaning.  words  that  she  should  recognize  as  lies,  instead  of  letting  it  feed  her  heart.  making  it  swell  and  ache  for  what  ifs.  what  if  she  believed  him  ? what  if  she  gave  in  to  her  feelings  ?  what  if  nothing  has  changed  at  all  ?  –  would  a  piece  of  her  heart  be  returned ?  “  you  have  to. ” her  words  didn’t  match  her  expression.  she  didn’t  pull  away.  the  warmth  of  his  face  washing  through  her,  turning  her  rationality  into  something  less  tangible.    “  you  already  did  it  once.  ” and  yet  he’d  never  lost  her.  even  when  she  abandoned  her.  even  when  she  had  lost  him.  she’d  promised  him  to  stay  by  his  side,  but  was  a  promise  meant  to  be  kept  if  it  only  devoured  her  ?

jina  thought  she’d  fall  into  disarray,  yet  a  trace  of  marcus’  eyes  that  bore  tears  and  she  went  into  pieces.  movements  shaped  so  naturally  by  the  past,  (  unextinguished  ) ,  tender  fingers  wiping  his  tears,  “  keep  them  ”  her  lips  like  a  caress,    brushing  his  with  every  syllable.  ,  eyes  brimming  with  longing  ;  prepared  to  be  devastated  by  him.  one  split  second  of  selfishness;  the  desire  to  uproot  fate,    and  her  morals  would  crumble  like  burnt  paper.  her  mouth  parted  in  anticipation,  almost  giving  in,  almost,  yet  guilt  crept  up  her  throat,  blurring  her  words.  “  we  shouldn’t  do  that.  ”  she  whispered,  placing  her  hands  against  his  chest  and  gently  pushing  him  away.  as  much  as  she  wanted  this,  she  couldn’t  ruin  his  happiness,  she  couldn’t  ruin  the  family  he  already  had.  time  would  never  fix  her  pain,  his  name  would  always  remind  her  of  the  memories  he’d  left  behind ;  and  the  bitterness  at  the  world  would  remain,  always  wondering  why  it  has  taken  him  away  from  her.  but  she’d  tell  herself  to  move  on,  carrying  a  lie  until  she  could  somehow  endure  it.   “  this    …  this  place,  it’s  where  we  met  for  the  first  time,  ”  her  voice  cracked,  almost  breaking “  and  this  is  where  we’re  supposed  to  end  …  because  …  ” tears  burned  for  release,  tears  she  could  barely  control.  “  i  just  –  i  just  can’t  pretend  to  be  happy  for  you  ..   —    without  me ...  ”

[nectarial]

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐧 as im yoo na ( doctor lawyer )

[miraydanerarchived]

Özge Yağız in the teaser for İçimizden Biri.

[hypnosizs]

voisesvoices​ .

open to: all !! location: New York Presbyterian Hospital, evening/late night/early morning take ur pick

Typically lucky enough to be vetted into the dayshift, his rotation call for night shift killed him every time. Falling back into the routine was second nature, it was reminding his body he had to stay awake that was the hard part. So he takes a second before he enters the patient room, sucking in a deep breath to put on his work voice and the perfect gentle smile before squirting some hand sanitizer into his palm and entering the room. 

“Hey there, friend, my name’s Kai I’m gonna be helping take care of you tonight.” He greets, setting down the vile of lidocaine on the mayo stand and rubbing the sanitizer between his palms and his hands. “Looks like you’ve got quite the injury, is it okay if I take a look at it?” He nods to the bloodied gauze covering the area before going for some gloves. 

゛ ;     ♠      »      “        “  hi  ...    friend  ?  ”  her  bleak  façade  is  interrupted  by  the  twitching  of  her  lips,  a  brow  arching  in  what  almost  appeared  to  be  amusement  .  she’d  been  in  enough  hospitals  to  know  that  this  had  to  be  one  of  the  cheesier  greetings  and  yet  she  couldn’t  help  but  at  least  acknowledge  the  others  effort  to  sound  as  enthusiastic  as  someone  could  at  such  ungodly  hours.    “  i  just  need  some  band-aids,  ”  her  answers  were  clipped,  hoping  that  he’d  understand  that  she  didn’t  intend  to  stay  here  for  long. “    no  need  for  that  other  stuff.  ” she  halted,  biting  back  a  gasp  and  closing  her  eyes  for  a  second  as  sharp  pain  pierced  her  body.  “  it’s  just  a  little  cut.  ”

[tvgods]

SWEET HOME  스위트홈  (2020)

[hypnosizs]

 🕊            *        𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓         : @empirefms​       #𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :  cohen’s children medical centre .

゛    ;           🕊              »            "  THE  DOORS  ARE  REALLY  GETTING  STRONGER  THESE  DAYS,  huh  ?  ”  her  tone  teasing,  despite  the  bemused  smile  quivering  on  her  lips.  if  jina  had  learned  one  thing,  it  was  allowing  certain  questions  to  remain  open,  rather  relying  on  her  imagination  to  fill  in  the  gaps  instead  of  demanding  unsatisfying  answers    .  “  you  know  ...  technically  you  can’t  keep  coming  here,  it’s  a  hospital  for  children  and  not  for  men  who  fight  ...  doors.  ”  she  said,  running  the  cotton  swab  over  his  injury,  watching  it  slowly  soaking  up  with  blood.  “  besides,  i  might  get  in  trouble  for  this,  i  don’t  know  how  long  i  can  keep  my  mouth  shut  ...  ”  she  lifted  her  eyes,  tossing  the  cotton  swab  into  the  trash,    furtively  looking  at  him,  as  if  to  make  sure  he’d  heard  her.    “ i  believe  you  owe  me  a  favor,  right ?  ”

[dramaintherain]

Lee Joo Bin for Marie Claire (2020) 🌟👜💕

[hypnosizs]

inscuciant ​.

status: open | location: literally anywhere with a tree 

For a person that prided himself in being professional and moderately put together, odd circumstances certainly had its way with interfering. Both hands were braced against his hips as Simon peered upwards. There, barely seen between the dulling leaves, sat his cellphone. How the device managed to stay put in such a precarious position was ‘unknown’ to him. What mattered was a way to get it back down.

“Please don’t laugh.” Yet even he had a hard time keeping his voice even. The situation was just too, well, funny to be anything other than bewildered and amused. “I don’t do well with loud noises.” Sudden, loud noises that came from a disgusting looking bug to be precise. “So when I was sent some cheap jump scare, well, I jumped.” Rather, his hands had done all the moving — flung themselves sky high without the sense to keep a tight grip. “And now my phone’s stuck in a tree and ideally.. I’d like to get it down without breaking the screen.”

゛    ;                    🥀                        »        “  YOU  LIVE  IN  NEW  YORK,  i  recommend  you  get  used  to  it  or  move  to  another  city  .  ”  ilayda  noted,  raised  brow  at  the  odd  position  of  the  other’s  phone.  she’d  always  considered  men  to  be  fools,    so  she  was  willing  enough  to  believe  him  and  the  particular  explanation  he’d  given  her.    “  the  person  must  have  had  a  reason  on  why  they  sent  you  ...  that.  ”  she  gestured    “  you  don’t  appear  to  be  the  popular  type,  huh  ?  ”  an  observation,  though  one  tinged  with  judgement.  “  i  can  help  you  with  that.  ”    she  offered,  a  slight  smile  hanging  on  her  lips,  rolling  up  her  sleeves  as  she  already  prepared  herself.  “  but  what  do  i  get  out  of  this  ?  helping  you  ?  ”

[milflaszlo]

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022)

[hypnosizs]

moralcry​.

*      &      ◞      𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬    .      ›    open    to    anyone    !

                𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲   𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐢𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   spider’s   web   ,   judy   believed   the   good   she   radiated   into   the   universe   was   without   bias.   perhaps   that   was   a   burden   a   great   deal   of   citizens   in   this   rotten   city   carried.   she   laughed   not   out   of   joy   but   out   of   exhaustion   ,   fear   —   anyone   wise   enough   was   able   sense   it   on   her.   ❛❛   as   a   doctor   i’m   not   at   liberty   to   share   my   patients   personal   information.   ❜❜   judy   managed   to   stress.   despite   her   fear   her   statement   was   just   as   elegant   as   she   presented   herself   to   be.   ❛❛   now   please   ,   i’m   just   trying   to   get   home.   ❜❜

゛    ;                    🥀                        »          “    i  just  want  to  know  if  there’s  any  chance  he’ll  survive.  ”  she  should’ve  kept  her  sunglasses  on,  maybe  then  she’d  at  least  could’ve  rolled  her  eyes,  without  letting  the  annoyance  in  her  voice  betray  her.  who  would’ve  known  that  someone  with  such  gullible  looking  eyes,  would  be  so  persistent.  but  again,  not  everyone  was  masking  rotten  morals  behind  innocent  faces.  some  seemed  been  spared  by  heaven,    their  souls  rescued  from  being  tainted  by  the  immorality  of  the  city    “  i  need  to  know,  i  want  to  prepare  myself,  in  case  he  doesn’t  make  it  ...  ”  her  voice  cracked  artificially,  her  unfeeling  palms  pressing  against  dry  eyes.  she  couldn’t  care  less.  yet  it  wasn’t  indifference  that  fueled  ilayda  but  contempt.  she  needed  to  make  sure  he  was  dead.  his  mouth  sealed  to  his  last  breath.  “  i  promise,  i  won’t  tell  anyone  that  you  told  me  about  it.  ”