#tw: relationship strain

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autism & Relationships

Neurodivergent_lou

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[chaotic-orphan]

Hey! I've just read your defiant leader x confident villain story and HOLY SHIT is it good. I love the personalities that you've given the characters, and how the villain doesn't really want to hurt the leader and is trying to ignore all of their feeling. Ugh!

I would love it if you could write more of the story. I have a feeling there's a lot more twists and turns on the horizon 👀✨

Defiant Leader x Confident Villain (5)

Read part one here

Continued from here

Guys… i am so sorry to everyone who has requested more parts for this series… it has taken literally months, I am only finished now because I queued it when I discovered it again! I am very sorry, it is an active WIP again!! I hope you enjoy!

TW: NEEDLES

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Leader woke to the door of his room opening. He was still sitting in the chair in the room where Supervillain left him. The last thing he remembered was staring at the wall to pass the time, limbs still tied down tightly. Sometimes, when he was feeling adventurous, he’d glare down at the hammer that mangled his hand, but even that got boring. He didn’t realise he fell to sleep until he was waking up with the click of the lock in the door.

He didn’t have time to wake up, so his mind shot alert, clearing the fog that usually came with waking suddenly. He felt his body come alive at the thoughts of Supervillain coming to destroy his other hand. His limbs were asleep but still Leader made a fist with his free hand trying to get feeling back into it just in case.

What he could do to fight against Supervillain he didn’t know, but… but who was he kidding?! Supervillain seemed to smash every bone in his good hand, his strong hand, his punching hand.

Leader wanted to cry out as he tried to make a fist with his hand on instinct, but swallowed the cry to a sharp hiss as loud, quick footsteps thundered behind Leader’s chair and they froze.

Those footsteps were unmistakable, and there was only one set. A swift slap to the back of the head and Leader let out a startled: “ow!”

“You deserve more than that, you fucking idiot!” Villain hissed, coming to stand in front of Leader, setting a doctor’s bag down on the floor in front of Leader and dropping to one knee, unzipping it. “What were you thinking, pissing Supervillain off, Leader? Do you know how difficult you are making everything for me?”

“How about you just let me go and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Villain jerked their head up, piercing gaze furious and accusing. “Would you? Be out of my hair?” Villain challenged. Leader was the first to look away, and Villain scoffed, before dipping their head again and searching through the bag beside him. “Yeah. Thought so.”

“Villain… I…” Leader began, searching for the words to express themselves, but none came, and Villain didn’t seem to be in the mood to hear them even if they did somehow miraculously find the words to defend themselves. “Look, you don’t have to keep coming to my rescue.”

“Clearly I do,” Villain ground out, accusing eyes finding Leader’s again. “If you keep riling Supervillain up, Leader, he will kill you. I’m not fucking around. He will murder you, but you won’t die quickly. It will be long, drawn out, torturous.”

Leader’s brows lowered over their eyes, hooding the sockets in shadow. “I know that, Vil.”

“I don’t think you do!”

Leader’s eyes widened at the intensity colouring Villain’s voice, the slight fear in their eyes as they spoke. It was almost… desperate, almost helpless. Villain scoffed and looked away, running a hand through their hair, pulling slightly at the end of the strands.

Leader frowned. “Villain… what’s that look?”

Villain didn’t answer right away but a million different thoughts seemed to flash across his expression— doubt, fear, disgust anxiety. Every time Villain opened their mouth to speak they seemed to pause, chew their words, search for a better way to say what they wanted to tell Leader.

Eventually a grim resolution moulded their features and they looked at Leader again instead of through them.

“Supervillain,” Villain began hesitantly not quite meeting Leader’s gaze, and instead running a nervous hand through their hair. “He didn’t exactly trust me when I wanted to join his side so he devised a sort of… test, or trial run and he gave me the job he thought I would run away scared from.”

Villain risked a glance at Leader’s expression, then let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of their nose, rocking back on their heels.

“It’s not something I’m proud of but I had to prove myself and if I didn’t do it someone else would have—”

“It’s okay, Vil,” Leader told them. Startled eyes found Leader’s and Villain’s expression softened slightly, shoulders losing tension. “Go on.”

“He made me the interrogator… or that’s what he called it, he made me his torturer,” Villain said quietly and it was as if all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. Leader stared at Villain, studying their face. Villain let out a shaky breath. “Every Hero we captured, or enemy someone brought in I would take care of them. Get information, work the confessions out of them, or just make them suffer— whatever Supervillain told me to do.”

Villain licked their lips, their eyes looking down to their hands before continuing.

“That’s not even the worst part, Leader,” Villain continued, tightening their hands into fists. They raised their head, gaze steeled and said: “The worst part was that I was good at it.”

Leader would rather Villain pick up the hammer and smash their other hand, or every single bone in their body rather than tell them this. Rather than this be true, because Villain wasn’t… Villain couldn’t— Villain… it felt like all air was robbed from their chest as they stared at Villain and for the first time since they came, Leader finally saw Villain.

They saw how much Villain changed. The little moments that were shining through of the old Villain were only that. Fleeting moments. Villain looked the same, although they had a new haircut and a crueller smirk. They carried themselves a little taller, but they looked like Leader’s Villain, but there was something now that seemed to finally let Leader see the real Villain.

The new Villain.

As if a blindfold had just been taken off Leader’s eyes.

Villain looked older, not by much but they had a less innocence in their eyes. Instead they were hard, certain kernels of experience. They didn’t just carry themselves taller, Villain had a new confidence about them as if they had finally found their calling. As if they were born to be a Villain, to be an… interrogator.

Villain’s expression softened and they turned away, letting out a shaky laugh. “You hate me now, don’t you?”

“Not even a little bit,” Leader said without hesitation. Villain let the shock show across their face as they met Leader’s eyes again.

Leader forced their resolve to show on their face, as sure as anything. “You did what you felt you had to do, Vil,” Leader continued softly. “You did what I always knew you could: you survived everything that life threw at you. How could I hate you for that?”

Villain looked so vulnerable in that moment, and Leader wished that they had seen it sooner. They wished they noticed how lost Villain was within the team, how sad they were. Always lashing out, always a little more distant and reserved.

“I should have done more, Vil,” Leader said and Villain rocked back on their heels, shaking their head side to side. They opened their mouth to reply but Leader beat them to it. “No, I should’ve, I’m sorry you felt like you had to leave the team. I’m sorry about the way things ended… I— I miss you, if I’m honest. But sometimes…”

The words were rushing out of Leader’s mouth now, all emotion. “Sometimes when we start out life presents us with opportunities and we just go along with them because, well, what other option do we have? But you… I’ve never seen you more alive, more at peace. You really seem to have found your place in the world Villain and I couldn’t be more happy for you.”

“You can’t say that, Leader,” Villain whispered.

Leader laughed. “Says who?”

Villain frowned. “We are enemies, we’re on the opposing sides. We can’t— there is no world where we’re friends.”

“Just because I don’t agree with you, Villain, doesn’t mean I don’t know you. I don’t still care for you, that the years we shared mean nothing.”

“It does,” Villain protested. “It has too.”

Leader leaned forward in their chair. “If it does, then what the hell are you here for, Villain?”

The question was like a slap of reality that stunned Villain for a moment before they sighed. They glanced down to the bag they brought in and rummaged through it, pulling out a small black case and flicking it open.

Inside was a needle and a small bottle of something. Villain reached in and grabbed the needle. Villain reached into the bag and drew out two medical gloves and slide them onto their hands, snapping the band at the end of one and grinning up at Leader.

It unnerved Leader a little as they stared down at the bottle, trying to read whatever it was Villain was so happy about showing them. Now with the knowledge that Villain was the resident torturer.

Not that it was particularly news to Leader. When rumours started circulating about Supervillain’s new vicious agony agent it was Rogue who brought the idea of Villain to Leader’s attention. Rogue ran with other people before Leader; heroes, vigilantes, villains… probably the one with the most contacts across the city.

“How certain are you?” Leader asked them.

Rogue shrugged one shoulder. “I trust contact with my life. They’re not the gossiping type.”

Leader didn’t show it then, but the thought, the very possibility that it could have been Villain terrified them. How wrong did they go with Villain to make them want to hurt people? But looking at them now, Leader couldn’t help but see the same Villain they had always known. Maybe just more grown up and sure of themselves. The way they were working so deftly with the needle and vial. Drawing some liquid into the needle and spurting it back out again to re-draw.

They smiled up at Leader once they were satisfied and started rubbing Leader’s hand with cotton balls covered in rubbing alcohol. Leader hissed jerking their arm back, but Villain continued as if Leader was sitting quiet as a mouse.

“I know, but you gotta hurt to get better. No pain no gain, right?” Villain asked with a grin. Leader smothered their anxiety at that grin. Villain’s old reassuring grin, the same one they wore before they ran recklessly from the group to defend them. When they directly disobeyed Leader’s orders to intercept their enemies before it was time.

Now, it wasn’t any of that. It was reassuring and light, so Leader nodded and set their jaw into a tight line as Villain smoothed the skin on Leader’s hand. Leader clenched their teeth as their bone rubbed off bone.

“Okay, this will hurt.”

That was all the warning Leader got before Villain plunged the needle into their hand. Leader jolted forwards, swallowing a scream to a mewling whine in the back of their throat instead.

They felt the liquid being injected into their hand, it was a strange sensation but not one that was unfamiliar. Once Villain had thumbed down the plunger and injected all of the liquid they pulled it out gently. They replaced it with a cotton pad the dab the blood away.

Leader stared at Villain. “Okay. That actually wasn’t that bad,” Leader told them.

Villain grimaced. “Leader, that was the easy part.”

Leader frowned and then the pain came. It was a simmering kind of burning at first and Leader’s wide eyes shot to Villain’s.

“Vil… what is this? What is this?” They rushed out, gasping between the questions.

“It’s okay, Leader. It just resets the bones in your hand.”

“It what?” Leader shrieked, closing their eyes as they felt their bones start to move in their hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Leader cried as their hand ignited in agony. They gasped and shot forward as far as the ropes would allow them, their neck muscles straining as they tried to not scream but their hand was on fire.

“Hey, Leader. It’s okay, I know. I know.” Leader only very distantly heard Villain whispering assurances and comforting words to them as they writhed beneath the ropes.

“Villain!” Leader gasped, throwing their head back as a guttural scream was torn from their throat. Leader kicked out and tried to buck themselves out of the chair but the ropes just remained firm as Leader screamed louder than they ever have before. The pain ricocheted from their hand — where their bones were moving and mending under their skin — all the way to their shoulders and then deeper into their chest.

It was too much.

Stars burst behind their eyes as they felt their bones crack into place.

Villain was speaking to them. Lips moving but Leader couldn’t hear a word they said. Villain’s eyes widened as Leader let the blackness swallow them, the last thing they saw was Villain lurching from their crouch.

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[pleasuremehere]

Spliff At Rocky Point Beach Anyone? 🏖️

[indynerdgirl]

Just found out today my younger cousin, Chelsea, suffered a miscarriage of her first baby at 20wks back in January. It was discovered that she has a rare genetic disorder and it was passed on to the baby which unfortunately caused severe cardiac abnormalities in their baby girl leading to the miscarriage.

So if you wouldn't mind praying for my cousin and her husband, Charles, during this difficult time for them, I would greatly appreciate it. ❤️

[ohno-the-sun]

Hmm wanted to try challenging myself to make an earth design for @oobbbear s celestial twins au (since they mentioned not really wanting to make one)

Not sure I’m happy with how they turned out, may do some tweaking

[this-should-do]

White stains so easily, it's just a shame you live in a palace of blood

[i-am-not-your-little-princess]

Hurt

So, I came across Christina Aguilera's song Hurt, and it made me feel... things.

Isabela will regret every harsh word, every shove, every flick of her hair. Every weaponized word used against her little sister will fill her with a deep seated sense of regret. Because Mirabel is gone now. And one hug won't erase the pain she caused. Isabela will never get another chance. Her little sister's flame was extinguished, like the candle that went with her.

Numb.

Was all Isabela felt.

The kind of numbness that starts at the tips of your toes and slowly creeps up the rest of your body, until it consumes you whole.

It felt as if Isabela had been numb for years.

Numb to everything.

Her gift.

Her abuela's impossible expectations.

Her community's exploitation of her abilities.

The constant cycle of perfection.

"Oh, look! It's Isabela! Isn't she just perfect?"

"That Mariano is a lucky man, to be able to marry someone with such perfection."

"Oh, Isabela! Thank you! Another perfect flower arrangement!"

"Oh, how I wish I could be her! Someone with such effortless perfection surely never has to want for anything!!"

Perfect.

Perfect.

Perfect.

PERFECT.

She was numb to it.

All of it.

She'd become numb to the feelings of others, too.

But no one bore the brunt of her wrath more than her youngest hermana, Mirabel.

Mirabel. Poor, sweet Mirabel.

Mirabel, who sang with pride, sweet, loving melodies about her gifted familia. Mirabel, who could pick up any and every instrument, and play it with ease. Mirabel, who had begun to outdo even Agustín, with her stitching and embroidery. Mirabel, who was effortlessly, and unapologetically herself.

Mirabel, who greeted each day with a smile, despite the cards she'd been dealt.

Giftless Mirabel, who hid her pain behind her smile, who silently begged for scraps of affection from her abuela, only to be left with nothing but harsh words and cold glares. She was almost always rebutted by Isabela.

Isabela hated to admit it, but she'd begun to take great pride in verbally eviscerating her sister. It made her feel a little more normal, a little less perfect.

But not any less numb.

Truth be told, Isabela was jealous of her youngest sister. She was free. Free to do whatever she wanted, wear whatever she wanted, go wherever she wanted. She could be a normal kid. What purpose did she have, other than to stay out of the way?

"The only thing you have to do is stay out of the way, and you can't even do that!? No wonder you didn't get a gift!"

"If you weren't always trying so hard, you wouldn't be in the way."

She'd used her youngest hermanita as a verbal punching bag. She'd become so numb to everyone else's pain, she failed to recognize that Mirabel was suffering too.

And Mirabel was suffering. Perhaps more so than everyone else.

Because in one last desperate attempt to prove herself, Mirabel ran into their crumbling house for a damn candle.

A candle.

Mirabel had placed a candle above her own life.

And she didn't come out.

Isabela had spent years resenting her sister. Jealousy slowly suffocated their relationship, tightening like vines on a tree, sucking the life out of her, turning her soul black.

And what for?

Mirabel restored color to her life.

But one hug wouldn't erase ten years worth of lost time.

One hug wouldn't erase venomous words, cold glares, or years of blame over things that Isabela just couldn't do.

It had taken ten years for Isabela to hug her sister again.

Ten minutes later, she was gone.

"Isa, Isa!! Give me one last hug before I walk to my door!"

She'd never get another one.

She'd never get another chance.

She was too late.

Always too late.

And she'd never forgive herself either.

I'm sorry for blaming you, for everything I just couldn't do.

And I've hurt myself, by hurting you.

[zeninsama]

Hi Merc.

Just saw your post about the death of your stepdad. I'm sorry for your loss.

I hope you don't mind that I'm listing things out. It's the way I know best how to communicate.

Time. It will take time to feel better. And it requires patience.

You're already doing great by your mother. Just letting your mother know that you're there for her is important. You're also already helping — by willingly taking on her share of chores, for example.

Just know that you are not expected to feel any particular way about this. Be it good feelings or bad. However you feel, it's okay.

Let yourself just be.

Take care, Merc.

And I know I don't talk much 😅 but feel free to reach out. 🤝

beloved pencil thank you so much <3 it definitely feels weird and unreal adjusting to it. my brother came into town to help us out so i'm not alone in comforting my mom right now. other friends and neighbors have been super helpful and kind as well. i appreciate u taking the time to send this, it genuinely is so helpful.

[grislyintentions]

[[ Some personal takes on dynamics I want to explore with threads relating to Raiden Ei, Raiden Shogun, and Scaramouche:

For all intents and purposes, the canon actions of Scaramouche erasing his presence from Irminsul would mean that Ei will no longer remember his existence. Considering that logically, they would no longer have any connection with each other.

However, I am a fan of exploring different possibilities and so I would like to run with that. While she may not remember, Ei can be convinced that he is her creation. Via the marking on the nape of his neck, which is also reflected on the shogun puppet's. I have a theory that each person's elemental marking is distinct and cannot be altered. And if that is taken into consideration, I think Ei would be able to recognise her own markings on him.

While I personally don't think a reconciliation is possible, given the depth of scaramouche's emotional wounds and the fact Ei can't canonly remember him, I think it's not impossible to give him a closure and a full new beginning/detachment but only if he's willing to do that.

There's a lot of potential in regards to this. For a darker take (bc Ei is not incapable of feeling guilt, confusion, responsibility, care etc) and thereby make the strained entanglement tighter or for a liberating one where she begins to understand and reflect on his perspective. It would be fun to explore both.

I don't fancy the idea of placing anyone in the position of feeling like scaramouche has to forgive Ei for his perceived abandonment. If that is the ultimate outcome a writer wants, I'm willing to develop it and write that w them. But it will be tagged accordingly. ]]

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

edgeshot getting hit by a lying quirk, and he tells jeanist 'i hate you' when he actually means i love you?

and then there's misunderstanding for around ten minutes before jeanist's common sense swoops in and is like: hey. CHECK FOR A QUIRK.

and then he does! and then they just have fun for the rest of the night, ft. shinya saying the most ridiculous things, like:

"No, Tsunagu, don't you know? I'm from another dimension where I was a villain and you were a hero. We were bitter rivals and had hate sex." Shinya deadpans, his mouth moving on automatic. His brain catches up to his mouth. "I- no, I meant every single word I said. Why are you laughing? It's not cute. If you keep doing it I'll divorce you."

"We- we aren't even married yet, though?" Tsunagu said through his giggles.

"Pretty heroes shouldn't lie," Oh god. What is he saying? Fuck. Someone shoot Shinya dead now, please. "We've been married for tax fraud for years, you just don't know it yet." He can feel his ears flushing red.

"Of course, Shinya." Tsunagu says smoothly, still chuckling. "I'm assuming you forged my signature on the documents?" He frowns. "Wait. Does that mean you don't think I'm pretty?"

"Get my name out of your mouth, I don't like the way you say it." Fuck. This. Quirk. He closes his eyes in despair, and just... lets his mouth run wild. Fuck it. "And yes. I think you're the worst-looking person that's ever walked on this earth. I hate your eyes."

Tsunagu looks touched. "You like my eyes?"

"No," Shinya snarls out, burying his head in the pillow. "I'd love if you kept asking me questions. This Quirk definitely doesn't have a mental aspect that forces me to answer." He can feel his ears burn.

-story anon (hi! good to have you back, eclair. hope your trip was decent!)

I love this so much oh my god-

LMAO the "we've been married for tax fraud for years, you just don't know it yet" has me cackling

Shinya spouting nonsense and Tsunagu just laughing his ass off is so them, I love it-

I can only imagine the absolute confusion of someone walking in on them while this quirk mishap is in place with Shinya like "I hate you so much, you are awful and I would be the happiest if we had never met" and Tsunagu responding like "awwwww really?? thats so sweet, babe, ily <3"

[pleasuremehere]

[perfectlullabies]

i feel so pathetic crying every day bc i don’t wanna hurt my mom like that but it’s so hardddddd and nobody cares and nobody listens and nobody asks. how am i supposed to be normal when i saw and touched the car my grandma was killed in. this is insane, why do i even have to go through this in this life

[medicaldoctordana]

My dad criticized me for not “thinking ahead” when taking out my college loans and in the same breath said he wouldn’t help me pay them back because he already helped out two of my other sisters. Sir, you should have thought about the consequences of having 4 kids then. You can’t just help out two and call it good, say that’s enough. You should have known.

[aiylasozeri]

*　　　　◞         𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗗 :              —    𝒂𝒊𝒚𝒍𝒂  𝒔𝒐̈𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒊 !

          excuse  me  did  you  see  HANDE  ERCEL  hanging  around  palmwood  studios ?   oh  no,   that  was  𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐋𝐀  𝐒𝐎̈𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐈 ,   the  𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈  𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  year  old  𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂  who  plays  𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰𝙷  𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙰  on  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴  𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 .   yeah ,   you  know  rumour  has  it  they're  - 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙱���𝙾𝚁𝙽 ,  and  - 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 ,   but  their  fans  all  say  they’re  + 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃 ,  and  + 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 .   around  palmwood  studios  they’re  known  as  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙲 .     (   𝖼𝗂𝗌  𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 ,   𝗌𝗁𝖾 / 𝗁𝖾𝗋  )

*　　　　◞　　　　(　　　　𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒　　　　)

full  name :   aiyla  zehra  sözeri . nickname(s) :  aiylie , lala . birthday / age :   july  9th ,   twenty  -  eight . orientation :  bisexual  &  biromantic . current  project :  the  vampire  books  -   hannah  martia . place  of  birth :  istanbul ,   turkey . relationship  status :   single .

*　　　　◞　　　　(　　　　𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 　　　　)

born  in  istanbul ,    aiyla  was  the  daughter  to  two  very  successful  people .    her  father ,    malik ,    was  a  former  business  tycoon  who  made  his  way  onto  the  political  circuit  and  her  mother ,    yasemin ,    used  to  model  for  high  end  designers  but  is  now  running  her  own  charity  organisations .

moving  to  the  united  states  was  a  decision  malik  made  in  order  to  further  his  political  career  as  well  as  strengthen  ties  for  his  business .

initially  aiyla  disliked  her  new  home ,    missing  the  comforts  of  istanbul  and  her  extended  family  there .    but  determination  to  make  it  in  a  foreign  country  was  all  that  drove  her ,    she  wasn’t  concerned  with  fame  or  fortune  or  prestige  that  her  parents  had .    instead  aiyla  wanted  to  do  what  she  felt  passionate  about ,    regardless  of  whether  or  not  it’d  gain  her  notoriety .

aiyla  grew  up  watching  her  older  brothers  vying  for  her  father’s  attention ,    each  of  them  undertaking  studies  that  they  thought  would  look  promising  in  his  eyes  and  gain  them  praise  and  adoration .    more  than  often  malik  was  cold ,    harsh  and  uncaring ,    most  of  it  directed  at  his  youngest  daughter  aiyla .    he  felt  disappointed  that  she  didn’t  aim  for  the  same  as  her  brothers  did .

malik  and  yasemin  sözeri  died  while  on  their  way  to  venice ,    malik  had  just  gotten  elected  as  his  states  governor  and  was  joining  his  wife  on  her  trip  to  italy  for  a  celebration  for  her  charity .    their  plane  had  a  systems  malfunction  and  crashed  into  the  ocean ,    leaving  no  survivors .

aiyla  was  eleven  when  her  parents  died ,    being  left  to  be  raised  by  her  brothers  and  parents  friends .    the  last  interactions  she  had  with  her  parents  weren’t  the  greatest ,    her  father  and  her  arguing ,    him  telling  her  she’d  never  amount  to  anything  and  that  she  was  a  disappointment .    while  her  mother  pleaded  with  aiyla  to  stop  angering  her  father  and  to  walk  away  to  lessen  the  damage  to  their  relationship ,    promising  they’d  sort  it  out  when  they  returned .

after  the  accident  her  brothers  started  to  grow  distant ,    each  focusing  on  their  own  careers .    aiyla  decided  to  give  acting  a  go ,    her  grandmother  sending  words  of  encouragement  via  their  many  letters  and  phone  calls .    her  grandmother  gave  her  tips  seeing  as  she  was  a  famous  turkish  movie  actress .   

aiyla  slowly  began  land  auditions  and  take  on  guest  appearances  on  tv  shows  ( i’ll  be  making  a  filmography  post  later .

*　　　　◞　　　　(　　　　𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 　　　　)

aiyla’s  current  role  on  the  vampire  books  is  only  one  of  the  projects  she’s  working  on  currently .    she  adores  her  cast  mates  and  always  makes  a  habit  to  hang  out  with  them  outside  of  their  shooting  schedule .

recently  she’s  started  partying  more ,    staying  out  all  night ,    getting  caught  by  paparazzi  drunk  and / or  seemingly  high .

she’s  had  a  few  public  relationships ,    former  costars  or  other  people  in  the  same  industry .    a  few  have  ended  badly  and  rather  publicly .

she’s  known  to  be  very  charismatic ,    fun  to  be  around  and  rather  flirtatious .

she’s  recently  walked  in  milan  fashion  week ,    creating  quite  a  buzz  because  she  was  taking  after  her  mother .

doesn’t  care  about  her  fame  all  that  much ,    you’ll  one  hundred  percent  find  her  out  and  about  doing  mundane  things .    but  it’s  also  because  she  doesn’t  quite  understand  the  level  of  her  popularity  either .

her  filmography 

*　　　　◞　　　　(　　　　𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 　　　　)

𝙿𝚁  𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 :    i’m  a  sucker  for  a  pr  relationship ,    maybe  one  is  putting  in  more  effort  than  the  other ,    maybe  they  dislike  each  other  to  start  off  with  but  eventually  become  quite  fond  of  one  another ,    whether  it  results  in  a  romance  or  them  becoming  good  friends .

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂 :    these  two  ( or a group idm )  are  always  seen  together  on  a  night  out ,    there’s  always  rumours  and  chaos  flying  whenever  they  spend  the  night  hopping  from  clubs  to  other  celebs  houses .

𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈  𝚆𝙾𝙽'𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 :    they’ve  worked  together  in  the  past  and  have  always  had  amazing  chemistry ,    fans  have  made  multiple  edits  of  them  and  their  moments  during  interviews  or  press  panels .    it  seems  every  one  around  them  knows  they’d  be  good  together  but  them .

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐚  𝐟𝐞𝐰  𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐭𝐦 ,     𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐢’𝐦  𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐨  𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  !!!

[albino-whumpee]

me: Im gonna absolutely hate this version in a few months but right now this part is boosting my serotonin lacking brain. 

She covers her eyes with her hand and stays silent for a while, the sound of the cat purring her only company. 

The conversation with Robert flowed back into her mind. 

Contemplative, she wondered if it was that bad to at least check their page. Slowly, she incorporated, getting a protest from the cat before she settled her back next to her. Then, she took the card with the three letters engraved in glossy gold foil out of her purse and hesitantly, typed them on the browser, instantly giving her thousands of results. 

Permanent Companionship Services showed as the first result.

Click. 

She had pep talked herself while scrolling through the page that everything she saw was a marketing strategy even her would use. With all the photos of collared people serving other people or how they looked oh so happy to be hanging from someone's arm or cleaning. 

“Give them a purpose, get a loyal companion” was their motto, apparently. 

It was laughable at best. 

Still, she went through the page until she found a section the system recommended her. 

“Not finding anything of your liking? Let them tell you why they´re your best option!”

Intrigued by what it meant, she clicked on it and she was taken to a page with hundreds of videos of hundreds of people dressed in the same white uniform.