* . — 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒.

[iilluminxte]

lars.

lars nearly jumped as the familiar twinge of excitement and chaos coursed through his veins. memories floated to the surface like bubbles in a beer – him dragging a girl through the halls of his high school, him slapping a football star across the face for outing him, him stuffing wet toilet paper into a boy’s locker. while he would normally admit that he wasn’t the same person as he was in high school, for a moment as this woman’s face lingered close to his, he almost forgot.

almost.

instead, as his adrenaline pumped at the feel of his favorite boa begin dragged away, he yelped and tutted his tongue at her. with long and boney fingers, he wrapped his end of the boa around his hand, and soon enough, the two stood there with an elongated, taut piece of fuzzy fabric being the only thing connecting them. they were worlds apart – this lars knew to be true from just a quick once-over, but, hey, when in chicago…

“work, bitch! hey,” he called out to the bartender on duty, “bring over two shots of patron, please! we’re celebrating.” grinning, he let go of the boa and let his end drop to the dirty, nasty, despicable floor. oh, well, he thought as he watched his shots be carried over by one of the newbie waiters. he could always buy another.

“want some? for luck, yknow?” he offered her the shot glass as he held his own aloft in the air. the pastel lights reflected off the clear glass and tinted the side of his face as pink as an easter egg. 

as soon as the boa dropped to the floor, safiye threw it behind her. based on the gasps, another dancer had picked it up and continued their routine as though it had been their prop all along. too bad she had come here on business initially. the young man in front of her was truly pushing his luck, but at this rate she had already wasted precious hours of her evening so she figured she might as well enjoy the rest of the time she had.

“two? what happened to modern hospitality?” safiye took the shot from lars and knocked it back with ease. the alcohol burned more than her usual, but it brought the club lights more into focus. she had a day off for once in her fucking life and she bet tia could make it out with short notice if her current company proved to age poorly.

after gesturing to the bartender to bring two more over ( she’d assume it was on lars’ tab before she risked asking ). “is there something i don’t know about that i’ll need luck for?” when the bartender walked back over she took another shot off the tray and raised it to the man in front of her. “you’re lucky i’m in a good mood - i don’t normally let people call me austere and a bitch in the same breath without consequences.” she emphasized the formality of the word - who did this man think he was?

[demctozdemir]

Demet Özdemir as Zeynep in Doğduğun Ev Kaderindir

[iilluminxte]

eva.

Since Eva had starting hanging around the Den more, she subsequently was hanging around Wolves. A drink away from the chaos is what she needed, she was desperate for everything to get back to normal, but she new better. She was quick to notice Safiye once she entered, making her way to the other woman with a smile. “Isn’t there always?” Currently, her mind was plagued with flashbacks to the war, watching the festival from the outside did nothing to help her psyche. Ordering her drink, she turned to face her companion, offering the same question. “And you? Or just taking a break between jobs?” 

safiye let out a breath that was a sad excuse for a laugh at eva’s comment, “i can’t say you’re wrong there.” the bartender looked like they were going to hesitate at safiye’s request for another drink - but a stern glance had him turning his back to prepare both drinks. “you know, just your average day. a few patients lost here, cleaning up other people’s messes there. any maternal advice?” saf turned her head just enough so eva could see the small quirk to her lips - her teasing tone was a perfect indication of how she felt about eva’s teacher mode. of course, she’d never admit that most of the time a lot of the help was warranted.

[iilluminxte]

lars.

the response was so out-of-this-world ridiculous that the epitome of twinkhood barely heard it. instead, he had already resumed counting the pitiful sum of greenery that would no sooner buy him the astoria grand bonifant than it would gucci’s newest tracksuit. eventually, the discombobulated response managed to piece itself back together in lars’ ears, and in direct response, he snickered as the yellow boa seemed to flick itself and bop the speaker right on her nose.

“wrong~” he announced as the yellow appendage retracted and settled itself back around his luxurious shoulders. “it reflects the product? please,” he chortled as he all but unceremoniously shoved the dingy wad of cash into his g-string, “the payment clearly reflects the clientele.”

looking the woman up and down with a sinister eye and a flicker of his tongue, he took a step forward and delivered a wink that would have made adonis himself crawl back into the womb. “and if you’re the clientele, then i would say it’s lookin’ a little austere, my dear.” 

safiye could have sworn she saw the bright yellow synthetic feathers getting closer to her face - but he wouldn’t dare. she didn’t exactly go around bragging about her involvement with the fausts, but if this man valued his life he wouldn’t piss off anyone around here without at least being sure they weren’t carrying. lucky for him, safiye was one of the few fausts who didn’t carry each and every day. getting caught with an unlicensed firearm wouldn’t exactly sit pretty with the hospital.

so, lars continued breathing and safiye told herself she wouldn’t exactly stop harm from coming to him if she were ever in that position. “whatever you have to tell yourself on the dry nights,” safiye mused, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest as she did a quick once over of the room before determining there wasn’t any immediate threat.

and then he insulted here - again. so, she took her time observing the getup he found himself in and the club surroundings. “let’s just say i'm not exactly your target clientele,” she leaned in a bit closer as though she was about to tell him her darkest secret “but best of luck.” and then she tugged on the yellow boa and hoped the young man’s reflexes weren’t quick enough to stop her from pulling it from his shoulders.

[iilluminxte]

status: open to @crimscnheart​ [ tia valentine ] location: safiye’s apartment [ to start ]

safiye had gotten the text from tia and knew she had a handful of minutes before there was an incessant knock on her front door, demanding she be ready. ‘i’m on my way look hot’. not a hint of a question in the message, but a friendly enough demand that safiye took the time to fix up her makeup from the day and throw enough dry shampoo in her hair to make herself presentable. if it were anyone but tia, she would have responded with a curt ‘no’ and given them a piece of her mind for trying to order her around. but, it was tia. and that woman was inevitable.

she was pulling the zipper of her small black dress up her back when the knocks on the door began. “shit,” saf huffed under her breath, checking through the peephole before unlatching the four bolts on her door and letting the other woman in. “it’s a monday, tia, i have a shift in six hours - i need to at least be sober enough by then to not kill anyone.” with a quirked brow and a point to the back of her dress, safiye turned to face away from tia and continued, “you could at least zip me up.”

[briannaefraser]

[iilluminxte]

lars.

it couldn’t be said that the hypnotic trance induced by disco music wasn’t anything short of otherworldly. eden pulsated with a thousand pastel colors – curtesy of a special request by a very special escort – and the spectators watched as lars dupree made his grand entrance. through the recurring drum-beats and celestial moans of sister sledge as they crooned lars’ favorite song, the yellow boa gingerly draped around his shoulders shuffled and wriggled with every breath of its master. 

“… the champion of dance, his moves would put you in a trance and he never leaves the disco alone arrogance but not conceit, as a man he’s complete my creme de la creme, please take me home…” 

it was a routine that he could have performed strapped to a chair with a gag in his mouth – the very thought of such an evening, of course, would have sent a thrill of utter jubilation through his veins. it ended in the usual, rapturous applause and with the man of the hour’s legs draped around a pole with his head lolling to the side as the floor and ceiling shifted places. 

as he made his way off the stage, he counted his money that had been collected for him by a hired hand – imagine, lars collecting his own money? from the floor of such an establishment? perish the thought, darling – and pouted his lips. hmm, he thought as he shoved the wad into the inner lining of his fur coat (which, of course, coated bare skin and a rather skimpy looking g-string), the pay this evening was atrocious.

“do you know what, i can’t tolerate this any longer,” he threw out to anybody that would listen. “the fact that i just performed to sister sledge – sister. sledge. – and didn’t receive so much as a single benjamin? a hate crime.” 

safiye didn’t often find herself at the gentleman’s clubs until she was a few drinks in and already making questionable choices. however, she had business-adjacent reasons to find herself under the pulsing lights and too-loud music that night. unfortunately, after an hour of dodging wandering hands and attempting to make out familiar faces in the crowd of onlookers, safiye decided that her night had been a complete waste thus far.

before she could maneuver her way out of the club, she caught sight of a bright yellow boa in her periphery and couldn’t escape the dancer’s field of attention quickly enough. internally scolding herself for not getting out quickly enough, safiye turned to face the elaborately underdressed man before her. she knew lars, it was hard to find yourself in the club scene in chicago without hearing at least whispers about the man before her.

“you know what they say, the payment reflects the product,” safiye was thankful that out of everyone, it was lars she was facing. surprisingly, he was entertaining and somewhat manageable and wouldn’t put a knife in her back the minute she turned to leave. at least not yet.

[hopesumners]

[iilluminxte]

status: open to @xoverzealousx​ [ eva clarke ] location: wolves

after the day she had, safiye was ready to settle in with two fingers of whiskey in anything but her scrubs, her mind firmly ignoring the hours ticking by before her next shift. it was midnight already and who knows when she’d get called in next. part of her loved the job - the high stakes and adrenaline of the er kept her going day in and day out - but it left her with an ache that stitching up faust members never did. she knocked back the remnants in her glass in an attempt to banish the thought that maybe, just maybe, she cared a bit about people who never saw their shit coming.

wolves offered dim lighting and the safety of knowing that it would be harder to come by someone who wanted to stab her in the back while she drank, a safety she was all for. every so often, it would offer manageable company as well. the whiskey had just burned its way down safiye’s throat when a familiar face saddled up next to her at the bar - lighting or no, she’d recognize that face anywhere. “any horror stories you’re trying to forget tonight?” safiye quirked an eyebrow and took another sip from her glass before turning to face the woman.

[meme-cafe]

.ﾟ☆ﾟ.  ╼  random texts.

[ sms ]  →   i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section [ sms ]  →   dude, I’m at a wedding and there’s a mashed potato bar and bacon strip appetizers. I’m getting all emotional [ sms ]  →   some kid outside just shouted ‘ask the frogs’ [ sms ]  →   why did i make a hit list last night containing only mcdonalds? [ sms ]  →   I’m at the airport and there’s a guy wearing all camoflash to go hunting .. Should I bump in to him and say woahh sorry didn’t see you there? [ sms ]  →   microwave minutes are longer than normal minutes. [ sms ]  →   my grandma just put on bowling shoes, to play wii bowling. [ sms ]  →   how can people fall in love when things like bagels exist [ sms ]  →   someone changed my text signature to “Also, I think I might be gay” last night. Also, I think I might be gay [ sms ]  →   I’ll be there in 5 min. If not, read this again. [ sms ]  →   You totally narrated your dogs thoughts for 2 and a half hours last night, and I was enthralled. I didn’t say one word, I just listened. [ sms ]  →   would you like to blur the lines between friendship and lesbianism tonight? [ sms ]  →   he emptied an entire bag of goldfish onto the bed and rolled around yelling the theme to jaws trying to eat them [ sms ]  →   why are there post-it notes all around the apartment labeled ‘we need more bagels’  [ sms ]  →   just saw some guy walking down the street rapping about various types of pasta. [ sms ]  →   dude, you just left me a 3 minute voicemail of pop rocks in your mouth. Im sitting right next you [ sms ]  →   some kid came into the principals office and tried to explain what he was sent there for through interpretive dance.

[musingxmemes]

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

[rpdepartment]

send 🍸 for a starter with my drunk muse!

EXTRA: send one of the following emojis for my muse to be 

😆 overly excited, loud and laughing

😥 sad or overly emotional

😠 angry and ready to throw it down

😘 way too flirty

[iilluminxte]

( demet ozdemir, 28, cisfemale, she/her ) Was that SAFIYE DEMIR ? I heard a rumor they work for the FAUST family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit ARROGANT & DEFENSIVE, but I also heard they can be DEVOTED & RESOLUTE. You’ll usually find them at UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO MEDICAL CENTER in their spare time, when they’re not being a MEDIC. You may want to keep an eye on that one !

name: safiye demir age: twenty-eight dob: 04/19/1991 place of birth: milwaukee, wisconsin zodiac sign: taurus ( aries cusp ) sexuality: bisexual hair: dark brown eyes: brown height: 5′7

feride demir moved to the states when she was six months pregnant with her first daughter, safiye, settling down in milwaukee, wisconsin. safiye never understood her choice -- the dairy-filled state wreaked of manure 9 months out of the year and had none of the cultural comforts her mother ached for. whatever made feride leave behind her home country and entire family, safiye never learned.

alas, two years after safiye was born her mother met and married the most useless waste of space man she could possibly find. ( was safiye biased in her view of harold? yes. was she wrong? of course not. ) harold spent his days complaining that no other beer really could compare to spotted cow and that feride wasn’t picking up enough hours at the hospital. after all, working in an assisted care facility paled in comparison to the hard labor harold put in every few weeks as an ‘independent contractor’.

over the years, harold and feride had three more children -- two boys and a girl. thankfully, they seemed to take more after their mother than their father; though every so often they held it over safiye’s head that she was the odd one out when it came to parentage -- something the young girl was sincerely grateful for.

over the years, safiye grew resentful of her hometown and itched to propel herself through high school and just leave. she got herself into enough trouble to become familiar with the local sheriff and the smell of vomit and sweat in the jail’s overnight holding cell, but not enough to land her in any serious trouble.

the day after she graduated, safiye said goodbye to her three younger siblings, kissed her mother on the cheek and promised to call, and gave harold a prolonged view of her middle finger before hopping into her car and heading anywhere else. that ‘anywhere else’ just happened to be a community college in nevada, close enough to vegas to offer a bit of fun -- and far enough away from home to entice the young woman ( and, of course, one of the few schools she was able to get into )

the spring semester of her second year, safiye dropped everything to return home to take care of her mother. feride demir was convinced the stomach cramps were nothing, just a sign of menopause or that she was spending too much time stressing about work or harold. once the doctors found the tumor, after going in for what they expected was an emergency appendectomy, all they could do was prescribe months of chemotherapy and radiation.

safiye returned to school the fall of what would have been her junior year with the newly acquired skills to plan a funeral and take care of three teenaged siblings while her stepfather drowned himself in spotted cow. and, somehow, three years later and with a multitude of bad decisions under her belt, safiye graduated with a bachelor of science in nursing and set her sights on the next steps.

she had convinced herself that chicago was an incredible city with the potential to pay her a living wage for her work; but a part of her knew she had to be close to home in case harold decided to stop feeding and caring for her three siblings until they turned eighteen.

as an emergency room nurse, safiye wasn’t making enough to live lavishly so she assumed getting a roommate at twenty-three would be absolutely no big deal whatsoever. until she came home one day to find her apartment ransacked, covered in blood, with that same roommate and some of her ‘friends’ standing over a dead man.

five years later, safiye had nearly forgotten about her initiation -- the man had been brought into the er with injuries sustained when he had jumped a young woman on the street. she’d done the city a favor when her card had been dropped on his body.

today, safiye does her best to keep the fausts alive when they get themselves in trouble and does so well enough that, between her lawfully sanctioned job at the er and her more illegal medical practice, she’s able to help support herself and her family -- however secretive she chooses to be about her life outside of chicago.

[iilluminxte]

[ ooc intro. ]

hi y'all !! my name is kayla ( if you can come up with a creative nickname i’ll be very impressed ). i’m a humble minnesotan lass ( but an imposter -- i’m actually from the chicago area ) just trying to survive on this hot ass mess of a planet and pay rent without losing every semblance of free time ! outside of rp i very much enjoy procrastinating reading, watching good bad movies, & trying to come up with creative facts about myself but failing every time !!

i’m always down to plot or just talk hcs but let me just say i am anxiety personified so i promise i’m not aloof or uninterested !!! looking forward to getting to know all you incredible people and explore this plot with y’all xx

[denisvileneuve]

[baharsahin-deactivated20221205]

Demet Ozdemir as Sanem Aydin in Erkenci Kus (episode 40)

[iilluminxte]

tag drop !!