[inlustre]

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selin yalçınkaya : twenty - six . she / her . ¹. intro , ². visage , ³. pinterest , ⁴. wanted sabine reddings : twenty - nine . she / her . ¹. intro , ². visage , ³. pinterest , ⁴. wanted

[repentulant]

✦       ⌢      dedicated   to   @inlustre's   sabine    𓂂 ✦       ⌢      ＠   deer lake clubhouse,    just   before 7pm    𓂂

                             maeve    reddings    may    very    well    be    an    encyclopedic    definition    of    perpetual    motion.    a    life    full    of    go,    go,    go—    there's    no    room    to    dwell    if    you're    constantly    working    on    the    next    objective.    it's    what    had    kept    her    busy    at    deer    lake    clubhouse    as    she    helped    prepare    for    the    fundraisers;    it's    the    same    thing    that    conveniently    kept    her    away    from    the    memorial    unveiling    itself.    but    news    travels    fast    in    red    creek.    she    burns    with    the    need    to    discuss,    to    expel    the    weight    of    knowledge    off    of    her    own    shoulders.    as    she    walks    into    the    next    room,    she's    thankful    to    see    sabine.    no    time    for    greetings,    she    begins-    ❝    did    you    hear    what    happened    today    ?    ❞    

[inlustre]

like in childhood , the sound of her older sister's voice brings her to attention , has her abandoning whatever half-hearted task she'd attempted to busy herself with in order to keep up the appearance of being unshaken , atlas holding up the world one clam smile at a time . grateful for the out , sabine immediately moves closer to maeve , keeping her shoulders straight , though her chin drops as she lowers her voice just enough not to draw attention . " more like saw , " she says , lips pressing into a thin line . " this town can't help itself lately , can it ? " words are weary , worry she usually keeps tucked away slipping out easily in the presence of her sister . " i bet the names mean nothing . " and then , what she won't say : i want them to mean nothing . because if they did , it wouldn't be so simple to brush away as a dead girl in town hall . her name was directly tied to one that had been carved into that very stone — and in turn so was maeve's . so was their parents' . she refused to even entertain the path of thoughts .

[mercitorres]

LOCATION : the deer lake clubhouse , 7:30pm . open to everyone .

unlike  others  ,  gabi  did  love  her  town  .  she  was  born  and  bred  red  creekian  to  the  core  .  every  aspect  she  hated  ,  there  were  more  that  she  adored  .  she  might  have  been  more  moody  in  nature  ,  drawn  to  the  shadows  of  the  towns  lore  ...  someone  who  you  didn't  want  to  get  on  the  bad  side  of  but  her  passion  was  raw  ,  unbridled  .  seeing  her  own  name  written  there  had  been  secondary  to  the  anger  she  felt  about  tristan's  death  ...  not  that  she  had  known  him  well  but  that  he  had  been  brushed  off  as  almost  not  worth  investigating  despite  so  many  knowing  he  would  never  have  left  like  that  .  this  had  been  exactly  what  she  worried  about  ...  that  one  day  one  somebody  else  could  be  wiped  from  history  ,  scrawled  in  stone  later  as  if  they  never  even  really  mattered  .  she  didn't  give  a  fuck  about  her  name  . yet  ,  even  in  the  wake  of  her  own  rage  ...  she  knew  the  clashing  ,  the  rising  tensions  would  resolve  nothing  .  the  sheriffs  department  should  have  stepped  up  sooner  ,  worked  harder,  cared  more  .  a  fundraiser  was  hardly  going  to  bring  the  community  together  now  when  there  were  so  many  questions  .  "  if  anyone  around  here  had  half  a  brain  then  they'd  shut  this  down  and  focus  on  public  safety  ...  "  as  if  there  was  any  chance  of  that  .  her  blood  boiled  but  she  knew  that  action  would  only  be  repaid  with  temporary  shifts  in  power  ,  nothing  real  ever  changing  .  not  tonight  .

[inlustre]

it was almost laughable , the way those in town hall and the sheriff's department seemed committed to colossally fucking up . sabine might even find it funny if she wasn't a walking legacy , if her last name wasn't a reflection of her town but something different , something that allowed her the freedom to be jaded and uncaring . if she wasn't a reddings maybe she'd be up in arms and eager to call a failure what it was . but she can't , and so she'll bite her tongue , rummage through the ashes for something salvable . straw she can spin into gold — it seemed to be her specialty , lately . gabi's complaint doesn't fall on deaf ears . sabine eyes the other curiously , recalling seeing her name etched out on the town memorial . for a moment her mind drifts to another name , the only one that had her blood running cold , something even the deceased hadn't been able to conjure out of her . she twists her engagement ring once , twice , diamond catching the clubhouse lights in a brilliant flash . and then ... nothing , that smooth placidity masking her features . " you really think that would help ? " it's a genuine question , one she'd pondered herself , if only briefly . " kirby sloane was murdered on a regular friday morning . i don't think being at a fundraising event puts us in any more danger than our normal daily routines do . " she slips the strap of her bag down her narrow shoulder , gloved fingers rummaging for her cigarette case , one of the last souvenirs of the years she'd been free of expectations . " shut this down , riot against the sheriff's department — how much good would any of that do us , anyway ? it's not like we'll catch a killer that way . it'll be nothing but a waste of everyone's time . " the end of an imported light is placed between her painted lips , her other hand offering the case to the other .

[capitclkarma]

7:25pm at deerlake clubhouse for yasmine + selin @inlustre

" so , " they began , " what's been your favorite booth so far ? " once upon a time , they had been an expert at small talk , always able to keep up a steady stream of conversation . but that was left behind , tucked between the pillows in their childhood bedroom , next to their favorite stuffed animal . they wanted to feel more normal , like they were part of the town . they needed a friend here , someone to talk to , someone to distract them . and selin had always tried . yasmine noticed and hardly gave her a bone , but this time , yasmine approached her first . and now they walked together along the line of booths , observing what the businesses had to offer . well , maybe they just wanted someone to mourn them .

[inlustre]

it felt wrong , helping set up her booth , worse still when she knew the profits would go into the pockets of the very people who had failed to provide answers after the earlier chaos at the memorial . the engrained loyalty to her father , her positive relationship with sheriff kelly , the childhood belief she still harbors that those meant to protect her will — none of it coexists well with the fear gnawing at her brain , or the doubt seeping into her marrow , eroding at the foundation of what she'd presumed was true for the last twenty - six years of her life . red creek was her home ; she was safe here . yasmine's presence is a welcome surprise , the novelty of their approach not lost on selin . she couldn't recall the last time they'd spoken , if there had even been one , where she hadn't been the one to initiate the conversation . perhaps that's why she leaves the rest of amrak and weldon's employees to finish the job without protest , falling into step with the other as they peruse the other booths . " sister's of the moon had some nice stuff . crystal jewelry might be pretty useful nowadays , huh ? " it's meant to be a joke , but still the worry creases her forehead , and she bites down on her lip and she considers her next question . " what do you think the names on the memorial meant ? " voice is tentative , rounded eyes gazing curiously , if not a little expectantly , at the other , hoping yasmine would have an answer that might validate that the townhall employees and sheriff's department really were right and the stunt was nothing more than a tasteless prank .

[fateofgrace]

zendaya by luxurylaw on instagram

[repentulant]

🗝️ dedicated to selin yalçınkaya / @inlustre . 📍 outside of selin's aparment building .

there   is   not   a   force   in   this   reality   or   the   next   that   could   keep   him   away.   if   people   are   being   harmed,   hunted,   he   needed   to   make   sure   that   she   was   unharmed.   it’s   a   gut   reaction,   something   instinctual,   something   that   beats   within   his   heart   itself,   something   that   lead   him   to   the   office   of   amrak   grocery   store   around   close.   the   same   thing   that   leads   him   to   her   street   now.   santiago   falls   two   steps   behind   so   he   can   watch,   scrutinize   if   the   world   around   her   is   safe,   worthy—   even   if   he   may   not   be.   his   hand   flexes   with   the   urge   to   reach   out   &   hold   on.   a   train   of   thought   that   leads   to   new   years   eve,   to—   it's   not   the   time.   as   they   approach   the   building's   door,   it   feels   a   bit   easier   to   breathe.     ❝   ‘s   taylan   home   ?   ❞     his   voice   breaks   the   silence   of   the   night.   ❝   let   me   walk   you   in.   um—   if   y’   want   me   too.   could   text   me   when   you're   all…   locked   in   too.   ❞

[inlustre]

she never used to mind the winter much . there was beauty in the stillness once the last of the leaves fell and the snow blanketed everything , like the world was holding it's breath . winter was quiet and reflective ; winter was an excuse to hold the people you loved just a little closer . — and now ? the familiar path from amrak back to her apartment taunts her . lifeless trees , birds that no longer sing , the cold sting of the wind : things devoid of life , just like kirby . yet that's not what her mind lingers on , not with santi following behind like her very own protective shadow . she's counting their steps the whole way home , the crunching of snow beneath their boots echoing in time with her heartbeat . turn around , turn around , turn around . she's orpheus in the underworld , except selin doesn't look back , not until she's standing in her apartment doorway and his voice calls out . there's a tentative breath of relief that escapes her to note he really was there and safe in one piece , round eyes roving over his face like she doesn't have his features memorized , like her fingers hadn't brushed his cheeks not so long ago . " i think he'll be home later , " selin answers , hand lingering over the handle of the door she'd just unlocked for a moment before she steps inside . a ghost lingering in her own doorway , weighing her options . the idea of allowing him in and sending him to walk away on his own seemed equally as frightening , and maybe that's why she chooses the only option she really wants . " can you wait with me ? until he's home . "

[desbvndar]

🗓️ january 24 , 6 : 09 p.m. 📍 sabine's house 💬 jihoon + sabine ( @inlustre )

adjusting  his  cufflinks  as  he  stands  outside  sabine’s  front  door  ,  the  cold  still  gnaws  at  his  fingers  despite  the  sleek  warmth  of  his  coat  .  the  door  swings  open  before  he  can  knock  ,  and  there  she  is  ;  swept  up  in  the  effortless  kind  of  elegance  that  always  makes  him  feel  like  a  footnote  next  to  her  .  he  exhales  ,  eyes  dragging  over  her  .  assessing  ,  subtly  admiring  with  a  blank  expression  .  “  we're  running  late  ,  ”  his  tone  is  even  and  clipped  ,  like  it  always  is  when  he’s  focused  .  jihoon  steps  inside  without  waiting  for  an  invitation  ,  the  familiar  scent  of  jasmine  and  vanilla  enveloping  him  .  he’s  careful  not  to  track  snow  onto  the  pristine  floors  ,  but  his  mind  is  elsewhere  —  on  the  dinner  ,  on  the  client  ,  on  the  hundred  other  things  that  need  to  go  right  tonight  .  not  on  kirby  sloane  .  “  are  you  ready  ?  ”  he  smooths  a  hand  over  his  tie  ,  eyes  flicking  to  her  .

[inlustre]

the house is quiet , too big for just one girl , something that should have been unsettling in the aftermath of another gruesome murder . and yet , all sabine feels is comfort within the familiar walls of the lakeside rental she'd taken up residence in since her return to red creek . her perch in front of the vanity is routine , the laborious application of lotions and lipstick performed with the same precision the preparation of kirby sloane's corpse was no doubt receiving by an embalmer , maybe even at that very same moment . the connection drawn is fleeting , wiped away by the clock ticking down , by the storm cloud of thoughts swirling around in her brain , by the last name she bears and the mission that comes with it . in the grand scheme of things , a dead girl could be many things — for sabine reddings , it was simply a dark spot that needed clearing away , a red wine stain on an otherwise perfect cashmere sweater . she knows what he's going to say even before he says it , allowing him entry in the unconscious way she assumes all engaged couples should probably have with each other . unlike jihoon , sabine's assessment of him is covert , stolen in the moments before his eyes can find hers again . " just about , " she hums in reply before her brows pull , dark eyes catching on the tie he smooths over . " heels click softly as she closes the distance between them , nimble fingers reaching out and straightening it into place . " better , " she concedes , moving away again , towards the door where her coat and purse wait neatly set out on the foyer bench . sabine takes a seat , extending a leg with all the grace of a ballernina , despite never having been one , the look she fixes him with half expectant half curious as her undone shoe straps dangle before him . a dare , maybe . " — do you mind ? "

[mercitorres]

LOCATION :  alara's mothers house . @inlustre

the  two  women  ,  so  alike  and  yet  so  different  ,  their  relationship  filled  with  intangible  barrier  ,  rarely  spent  an  extended  amount  of  time  with  each  other  .  there  was  no  doubt  that  alara  loved  her  cousins  to  the  core  ,  selin  being  someone  that  in  a  way  she  had  always  admired  ...  the  two  of  them  unquestionably  sharing  so  much  of  their  taste  ,  their  similarities  perhaps  making  them  even  further  apart  when  it  came  to  emotional  space  .  they  didn't  know  how  to  fill  a  room  with  each  other  ,  how  to  coexist  in  a  way  that  wasn't  allowing  exposure  to  insecurities  .

alara's  normal  bouncy  nature  seems  to  be  filled  with  vacancy  on  that  particular  morning  ,  the  end  to  the  week  something  that  nobody  would  have  foresaw  and  her  mother  seeming  to  be  in  a  world  of  her  own  .  she  had  always  felt  a  sense  of  closeness  whether  was  from  her  family  ,  her  friends  or  the  community  that  she  had  created  with  her  music  but  in  the  abyss  of  everything  that  was  going  on  ,  she  found  loneliness  in  her  own  secrecy  .  her  skin  is  paler  ,  blue  button  up  pyjamas  loose  and  dark  hair  hanging  in  straight  curtains  down  her  face  .  she  hadn't  actually  realised  it  was  selin  at  first  ,  expecting  to  see  damla  or  her  niece  run  in  ...  there  seems  to  be  a  pause  ,  unexpected  moment  as  she  reaches  out  for  her  phone  as  if  she  was  checking  the  time  ...  even  though  she  already  knew  it  was  far  past  midday  ,  "  oh  ...  is  it  that  late  already  ...  "  no  real  conviction  in  the  words  ,  a  shellish  emptiness  that  was  inexplicable  as  she  looks  back  to  her  cousin  without  adding  anything  else  .  the  normal  absent  chatter  seeming  to  be  stopped  dead  in  tracks  .

[inlustre]

it didn't seem right that the destruction of one family could bring so many others closer , the yalçınkayas just one of many in red creek holding on a little tighter to each other , a sentiment that sees her visiting her aunt's house , not for the first time , in the wake of kirby's murder . but there's a stillness in the air even the sunlight peering through the curtains can't shake , the house that held the fondest of her childhood memories seemingly holding its breath as if it was scared to exhale , like another tragedy could be just around the corner . selin leaves the takeaway from dolly's on the kitchen counter , aching to hear the soothing lilt of damla's voice , or perhaps the reassuring patter of defne's little feet as she runs valiantly down the halls . what she finds instead is foreign to her —  and maybe that's why selin lingers in the doorway a minute , blinking back at the one person in her family who should be the most familiar to her . a lifetime of being called alara instead of her own name during the overlap in their school years , when one head of dark curls and tinkling laugh could be so easily mistaken for the other from a distance . similarities that had drawn a chasm between the two girls , turned them into a mirror that only showed you the parts of yourself you didn't want to see . " did you just wake up ? " a stupid question , maybe , but for a minute it's all selin can think to say , green eyes roving over the other , taking in the limp strands and ghostly sheen . " there's food in the kitchen ... if you're hungry . " it's like she's stuck in that invisible threshold , uncertainty locking her limbs in place . selin couldn't remember the last time she'd really been alone with alara without one of their siblings present , a buffer for the strain in their dynamic . her mind easily drifts back to kirby , to the friendship they'd once shared , one that had crumbled under the weight of things that seemed out of her control at the time . misunderstandings they'd never get to resolve ; it leaves a lump in her throat , but also pushes her legs forward , before selin takes a tentative seat at the foot of her cousin's bed . she'd never get the chance to reconnect with kirby again , but alara - alara was still here . " i was thinking about something today , " she finally says , those round eyes fixed on the other , softening as if to say please , ask me what .

[inlustre]

(  zendaya  .  cis woman  .  she / her  )  .    ⸻  sabine reddings  ,  a  twenty - nine  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red   creek  where  they  have  lived  for  eighteen years , recently returned  .  the  golden girl  is  known  for  being  alluring  and  pernicious  and  is  often  associated  with  a confidence that could only be attributed to having never been told the word no , the way water conceals whatever lurks beneath the surface under the cover of darkness , leaving your imprint in the form of lingering perfume and claw marks alike .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a property manager for reddings rentals  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that redacted .  

              𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 …

disarming a room full of people with nothing more than the toss of you hair and a laugh , your last name looming like a guillotine forever darkening the freedom of your younger years , a closet full of vintage fur , the first thunderstorm of the summer , a confidence that could only be attributed to having never been told the word no , nights dancing barefoot on tabletops traded for upscale parties , the way water conceals whatever lurks beneath the surface under the cover of darkness , mastering your emotions before they can master you , always being able to see the bigger picture , donning designer heels for grocery runs in your tiny town , devotion that's tainted , a second life in a city you may never see again , always having a full inbox , porcelain plates with a crack down the middle , leaving your imprint in the form of lingering perfume and claw marks alike .

              𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 …

     # 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

full name :  sabine reddings .  nickname(s) :  sab .  occupation :  property manager for reddings rentals .  birthday + age :  november 14th + 29 .  gender + pronouns :  cis woman + she / her .  orientation :  bisexual .

     # 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

birthplace + hometown :  red creek , michigan . highest level of education :  bachelor's degree in real estate management .  nationality :  american .  ethnicity :  mixed black & white .  spoken languages :  english & conversational italian .

     # 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

parents :  tba .  siblings :  maeve reddings ( older sister , 9th grade history teacher at red creek k - 12 ) . children :  none , has an aversion to interacting with anyone below the age of twelve .  relationship : engaged to choi jihoon . pets :  none ; is still traumatized by the escaping death of her childhood bunny when she was nine years old . 

     # 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

faceclaim : zendaya . eye color :  brown .  hair color + style :  black waist length hair , usually worn straightened .  height :  five feet , ten inches .  build :  slim , toned .  tattoos : tba . piercings :  single ear piercings .  scars / marks :  a lone freckle on her left shoulder , a thin scar above her left brow bone from splitting it open after a drunken fall in college .

     # 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

zodiac : scorpio sun , capricorn moon , libra rising .  character tropes :  the golden girl , the girl atop the highest shelf , the reformed party girl , a golden cage is still just a cage .  temperament :  choleric-sanguine .  alignment :  lawful neutral .  positive traits :  alluring , ambitious , confident , persuasive .  negative traits :  pernicious , selfish , obsessive , manipulative .  drug + alcohol use :  social drinker & cocaine user .  nervous habit(s) :  smoothing down her clothes , tapping her foot .  favorite color :  green .  favorite scent(s) :  lavender , orange blossom , jasmine & vanilla .

               𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 …

( click for recommended paired reading ) the second born daughter to one of the most influential families in red creek . like maeve , sabine was free from familial expectations growing up , but unlike her older sister , sabine was never shy to flaunt her escapades . was a bit of a party girl and wild child before adulthood screwed her head on straight . even then , though , it was obvious she was a reddings . consequences rolled off her back like water ; poise was present even when she was doing keg stands with the rest of her peers . with the promise to study real estate management , sabine was allowed to study in new york . it felt like a double life , diving into her family legacy while also mingling with the socialites and tabloid frenzied crowd of the city . nonetheless , connections were woven . nights spent puking in nightclub bathrooms guaranteed invites to exclusive lunches . swept up in the energy , and perhaps subconsciously unwilling to succumb to the pressure the reddings name carried , sabine kept pushing back her return to red creek after getting her bachelor's . but red creek always has a way of sucking you back in . she's only recently returned , engagement ring on her finger , her only mission somewhat inevitable : make red creek a better , brighter place . and nothing , not even this new plague of murders , can stand in her way .

[inlustre]

(  cemre  baysel  .  cis  woman  .  she  /  her  )  .    ⸻   selin  yalçınkaya  ,   a  twenty-six  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  their  entire  life  .  the  social  butterfly  is  known  for  being  spirited  and  acquiescent  and  is  often  associated  with  the  metallic  taste  of  blood  from  biting  your  tongue  in  an  effort  not  to  talk  back  ,  a  smile  bright  enough  to  dispel  blame  even  when  you  deserve  it  ,  and  the  ache  to  return  to  the  wildness  of  childhood  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  the  co-owner  of  amrak  grocery  store  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted  .

              𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 …

trying hard not to laugh when you're supposed to be quiet , perpetually chasing the headrush of falling in love or jumping off a cliff , fingertips stained with charcoal hours after you've put the pencil down , the metallic taste of blood from biting your tongue in an effort not to talk back , still using puppy dog eyes to get out of trouble , cataloging your life in receipts and ticket stubs , choking on the magnitude of your own yearning , wholeheartedly believing in making wishes on shooting stars and birthday candles , sleepless nights spent haunted by paths not chosen , being the first to start conversations with strangers , tending to your resentment in secret , kisses that taste like strawberry chapstick , a smile bright enough to dispel blame even when you deserve it , and the ache to return to the wildness of childhood .

              𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 …

     # 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

full name :  selin seda yalçınkaya .  nickname(s) :  sel .  occupation :  co-owner of amrak grocery store .  birthday + age :  april 18th + 26 .  gender + pronouns :  cis woman + she / her .  orientation :  bisexual .

     # 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

birthplace + hometown :  red creek , michigan . highest level of education :  bachelor's degree in business management .  nationality :  american .  ethnicity :  turkish .  spoken languages :  english , turkish , & conversational spanish .

     # 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

parents :  aslı yalçınkaya ( mother , former owner of amrak grocery store ) , erdem yalçınkaya ( father , police officer at red creek's sheriff's department ) .  siblings :  taylan yalçınkaya ( twin , nhl player & co-owenr of amrak grocery store ) . cousins : aras yalçınkaya , damla yalçınkaya , & alara yalçınkaya .  children :  none , but she adores them ; has probably babysat for many a red creek parent ; would love to have at least three of her own some day .  pets :  a long-haired tabby cat named pasha ( turkish for king or high-ranking officer ) . 

     # 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

faceclaim : cemre baysel . eye color :  green .  hair color + style :  brown waist-lenth curly hair , almost always worn loose & natural .  height :  five feet , five inches .  build :  slim , toned .  tattoos : three abstract butterflies along her left shoulder , abstract magnolias down her back , & her brother's initials behind her left ear . piercings :  double ear piercings on both sides , naval piercing .  scars / marks :  small scar underneath her chin from splitting it open after she fell off her bike & one on her left wrist from breaking it trying to jump a chain-link fence when she was fourteen years old .

     # 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

zodiac : aries sun , cancer moon , leo rising .  character tropes :  the social butterfly , the dutiful daughter , the rebel in disguise , the artist , the caged bird .  temperament :  choleric-sanguine .  alignment :  chaotic good .  positive traits :  spirited , lionhearted , confident , disarming .  negative traits :  acquiescent , impulsive , resentful , competitive .  drug + alcohol use :  social drinker & marijuana smoker , has dabbled in psychedelics but not really since high school .  nervous habit(s) :  twirling her hair & biting her nails .  favorite color :  red .  favorite scent(s) :  patchouli , amber , cinnamon & musk .

               𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 …

( click for recommended paired reading ) selin grew up alongside her twin brother in a relatively strict household with their father , a police officer , as the main authority figure in their lives . as a kid selin was just as troublemaking as her brother taylan , albeit a less frequent offender , so she was almost never blamed for any wrongdoing unless directly caught in the act . even then , her actions were always dismissed on the account of her brother's "bad" influence , and never on the authority of her own choices . she quickly realized her parents had already set the mold for who she was to become : she was the good influence , the good twin . witnessing firsthand the tumultuous relationship between her brother and father , and the way her mother turned an absent eye to their family quarrels , selin quietly accepted the role set out for her .

although the yalçınkaya siblings grew up in a well-off household , with their father being a police officer and their mother owning and operating the town's local grocery store , there was nothing extravagant about their upbringing . they never took lavish family vacations , never owned flashy cars , or did anything else to flaunt their wealth . selin's father , egotistical and ever obsessed with appearances and being perceived by the people of red creek as a good person , chose instead to instill the importance of giving back to the community . it was only ever with generous donations funneled back into the small town that people were reminded they had money . between helping her mother with the grocery store and community service , selin was very involved with all things relating to red creek from a young age .

even though she loved her town , she never imagined she'd live in red creek her whole life . classmates of hers might recall how she used to swear up and down she'd go to an art school abroad some day and backpack around the world in the summers between classes . the older she got , the more those dreams faded , until even selin herself would agree they sounded like nothing more than the fantastical ramblings of a child . art was still an innate passion , starting with the crayon scribbles on the walls of her childhood home to the tattoo design journal she keeps tucked under her pillow like a diary . but it was a passion immediately dismissed by both parents , deemed a hobby and not something practical nor perusable . to this day the only time someone in her family , aside from her brother , has validated her art was when she redesigned amrak's grocery store logo and storefront for her mother .

when her twin got drafted for the nhl , it was both the happiest and saddest moment of her life . she'd never been apart from him , never had to imagine what life might look like without the one person who knows exactly what it felt like to grow up the way she did . knowing the way he felt miserable in red creek , selin wanted nothing more than for him to find happiness away from the shadow of their father , even if she couldn't help but resent the fact that he got to leave and she was stuck exactly where she had always been . with one child gone , her mother's attention , when not on the family business , was focused entirely on selin . without asking for it , her parents had given her another gift , a path with every stone laid out already : she was to take over as owner of amrak grocery store . selin attended a nearby university as a business major , the occasional art class she got to take her only consolation . although it wasn't what she wanted , she had a mind for business management .

the years after graduating with her bachelor's were spent being gradually prepped to become the new owner of the grocery store . the more guilt and pressure she felt to do what was expected of her , the more she started experiencing new anxiety . it started with recurring nightmares , all stressed induced . she started having issues focusing , causing friction with her mother when it seemed like selin wasn't trying hard enough . returning to her childhood home at the end of everyday would bring an unshakable nausea that was only alleviated once she moved out into her own apartment . the culmination of her anxiety , however , came after her brother's accident , leaving selin feeling more unstable than she ever has . the recent disappearance if daniela estrada , who selin had been friends with her entire life , only added to it .

               𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 …

she wears her social butterfly label with pride . selin's never met a person she couldn't carry a conversation with , even if she's the one that has to do the most talking . living in red creek her whole life , chances are if you're a local , you know who she is , no matter your age . helping her mom with the town's grocery store from a young age , it was easy for her to interact with all sorts of residents . she was definitely the type of person that got excited when adults deemed her old enough to include her in town gossip and important matters . growing up her and her brother taylan had a reputation for being fun to go out with , and you never knew what to expect when the twins were involved ( though in her brother's case , it was often a fight ) .

although she by far has the better reputation , much like her brother , selin has a reckless side ; she's just a lot better at hiding it . friends and even distant acquaintances might recall the party she threw her senior year of high school inside amrak long after operating hours that ended with the register reporting on the mysterious vandalization and robbery of the beloved local business , a crime that never was . or perhaps regulars at redstone could recall her brief dalliances with the motorcycle gang members that like to pass through . her own father could recall one of the few times his wrath ever rained down on selin , when she was hauled into the red creek sheriff's department after smashing in the windshield of a disastrous date who wouldn't take no for an answer's car . because she's almost always so well behaved , or at least seen that way , she's surprisingly good at getting people to agree to trouble when she's feeling up for it .

she's terrified of disappointing her parents and has let that guilt and fear run her life . at this point selin feels like it's too late to go back or start over , and the weight of all her unlived dreams gets heavier everyday . she's taken over the grocery store and is trying her best to pour her full ambition into it , but if she could choose what she really wanted to do , it would be to become a tattoo artist . she's constantly sketching new designs , although her art has become increasingly private over the years , only choosing to share it with a select few people . those in her life have probably received more than one restaurant napkin portrait or homemade card , though , and if you ask her to make you something she would be amiss to turn you down . she was definitely that kid in middle school customizing her friend's converse or backpacks . aside from drawing , selin's love for art extends to pottery and even upcycling clothes . creative outlets are more and more important to her the more she gets into being a business owner .

she's been described more than once as the kind of girl that can light up a room with a smile . selin genuinely loves people ( or a majority of them , anyway ) and isn't the type of person to quickly make enemies with anyone . however , despite her friendly nature , if she doesn't like you , you'll definitely know it . she doesn't believe in pretenses , even if her parent's would prefer it . although physical violence is more her brother's forte , selin has a quick tongue , and her aggression almost always manifests itself in forms of verbal arguments . she can either be the type to hold onto a grudge forever , or forgive in a matter of hours ; it truly depends on the circumstance . excessively responsible since childhood , a product of having taylan as a sibling , if you need her you can always count on selin . still , she tries not to take life too seriously , all too aware with how short life can be .

she still desperately wants to get out of red creek and see the world one day ; her dream vacation would be somewhere warm surrounded by water . when she was fourteen and broke her wrist she made practically the entire town sign her cast . she's had the same hair length and style since she was a child , and would die before she ever cuts it . her favorite movie is pretty woman and she could probably recite the entire thing start to finish from memory alone . she's felt permanently guilty since she was eight years old but is being so normal and chill about it . her favorite season is autumn , specifically when the air first starts to feel crisp . selin used to play rugby growing up , although now her athletic side is satisfied by workout classes at the local gym , leaving sports to her brother . she has a fear of heights , but would jump out of an airplane or the side of a cliff in a heartbeat . she wholeheartedly believes she leaves a little piece of her heart in the pockets of everyone she's ever loved , no matter where they currently stand . is the type to legit believe a bear wouldn't attack her because it can sense her vibes .

     # 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

tba hehe <3

[inlustre]

[smokefalls]

Everything came alive in her company; she cast a charmed theatrical light about her so that to see anything through her eyes was to see it in brighter colors than ordinary.

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

[helldvr]

cemre baysel LEYLA — bölüm 005

[tresp4ssing-deactivated20250324]

to  elyse,  stranger  danger  was  nothing  more  than  a  tactical  method,  one  whose  purpose  was  to  suppress  and  illicit  that  specific  fear  of  the  outside  that  kept  kids  at  the  compound  in  line.  to  them,  now,  was  a  whole  world  was  out  there  for  exploration.  danger  was  the  cliff  one  must  leap  from  to  cross  over  to  the  side  of  connection  —  it  was  necessary  for  all  things  real,  all  things  human.  it  was  why  she  sat  here  now,  intentionally  occupying  a  seat  directly  beside  a  face  only  obscured  by  the  shade  of  night,  attuning  their  ears  to  the  ringing  of  crickets  and  splashes  of  freshwater  fish.  the  more  self-doubting  parts  of  elyse  hoped  that  her  fidgeting  and  lack  of  words  wouldn't  be  mistaken  for  meekness.  instead,  she  remained,  silence  interjected  with  momentary  glances  over  at  the  other,  some  that  lingered  while  others  did  not,  hoping  to  not  startle  them.  “  do  you  —  ”  they  began,  voice  adding  to  the  subdued  chorus  of  nighttime  noises.  “  do  you  think  people  can  -  can  be  cursed  ?  ”   

LOCATION — deer lake, sat around one of the crackling firepits

TIME — early nighttime

CURRENTLY — accepting replies !

[inlustre]

she'd always believed in the language of the universe . the blinking of the stars , the croaking of a toad , the howling of the wind — peel back the folds , and there were answers hidden there , if one only had the mind to comprehend them . perhaps that's what she was searching for at deer lake , answers to questions that continued to haunt , ghosts that refused to be driven out , no matter how ornate the cross that sits against her collarbone was . magdalena's staring at the lake like she'd like to drown in it . all that endless black , a void that beckons , daring her to edge closer . and yet she refuses ; her joint pressed carelessly to reddened lips , she's content to simply sit there and watch , like if she tries hard enough , she could will something noteworthy into existence . the voice that breaks the silence that blankets , thick as the snow coating the pine trees , is good enough . the scoff she lets out is lost to the soundscape of the night , but the warmth of her exhale drifts above her head , curling like a snake around dark curls . " think it ? " she begins , and there's a laugh , hearty enough it tapers into a cough . " i'm living it . people can be cursed same as places are . " she shifts , eyes searching in the dark , shining like a tiger's to meet the other's gaze . " — do you think you're cursed ? "

[helldvr]

cemre baysel SAKLA BENI — bölüm 024

[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from Paper Boat: Selected Poems; "He Shifts from East to West,"

[mercitorres]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 -

hues  of  dark  eyes  tinted  with  passion (  read  :  delusion  )  as  he  sits  across  from  his  unfortunate  victim ( read  :  friend  ?  )  ,  lips  parting  as  he  spouted  off  one  of  his  normal  tirades  .  the  scariest  part  of  their  behaviour  was  often  the  blind  faith  and  confidence  they  had  in  their  eternal  work  as  a  great visionary  of  their  generation  ,  "  i'm  telling  you  ,  the  space  man  film  that  i've  been  working  on  is  going  to  blow  everyone's  mind  .  i  think  i've  really  done  it  this  time  ,  i've  created  a  narrative  for  a  real  cultural  reset  ...  "  the  unknown  origins  of  his  film  and  lack  of  context  about  it  leaving  many  wondering  why  he  wouldn't  shut  up  about  it  .

[inlustre]

there was a time when human beings worshipped at the altar of ancient gods , when they'd commune with spirits and in visions , creation born from divine intervention . it was a way of life magdalena had always felt aligned with , and sitting across from kellan , it was clear they felt aligned with it too , one way or another . only he was no oracle of delphi ; words ring hollow , the empty ramblings of someone who likely hadn't been visited by a single one of zeus' nine muses . she snorts , ash flicked into the tray between them , smoke billowing around her head like some sort of hazy halo . " — is it fun for you , saying a bunch of words that don't actually mean anything ? " delivery is no haughtier than usual , a natural state of being for a gore . magda takes another drag , studying them like if she looks hard enough , maybe she could find something worth pawing at . " space is trite , anyway . " a pause , the tilt of her head . dark eyes sparkle with her own dark delusion , the beginnings of a mind that ticks like clockwork . " but you can do better than that , can't you ? "