booked my consult for tattoo #3 for next week.

these are my reference photos if you’re wondering what a gigantic nerd ass dork I am

“what have they given us?”

“hope.”

Was this the first reveal that Amilia has a hangman tattoo? If not is there a scene you’ve already written where Jake sees it for the first time because it’s missing from my life! The possessiveness would be of the charts.

I feel like Amilia would have been under the influence when she got her H_ngm_n tattoo. I also firmly believe Rooster would have been involved to a certain degree. He wouldn’t have done much to talk her out of the decision once it was made. He kinda just wanted to see if she had enough balls to actually get his ‘Brother In-laws’ Callsign tattooed on her body.

“You won’t—“

“Like fuck I won’t.” Amilia just scoffs as she heads out of the Hard Deck. Bradley Bradshaw is hot on her tail and her designated driver of the evening. “Where’s the nearest tattoo shop?”

“Fanboys Spare bedroom.” Bradley never should have mentioned it, but the lightbulb only glows brighter atop Amilia Fishers intoxicated noggin. She beams up at the moustache having aviator she’d grown closer with over the last few months.

“Perfect! Call Fanboy and tell him I’ll shout his beer for the next week if he tattoos me tonight.”

“You aren’t serious are you?” Suddenly Bradley has his hands on his hips and a stern dad tone evident in his voice. Amilia just laughs almost childlike in her current care free state.

“Mate I’m deadset serious.”

Next thing Bradley knows Amilia has a tattoo of Jakes callsign and he’s carrying her to Jake’s front door like a damn bride. Her mouth is open and her head is thrown back and she’s passed out. Drunk as a skunk and totally unaware of how in love with her Jake Seresin really is.

“Holy shit what happened to her?” Jakes chuckling with a smile so bright it consumes his whole face. “You guys were going for a few drinks—“

“Yeah well.” Rooster shrugs as he carries Amilia past the threshold of Jakes front door. Amilia didn’t technically live there, but she was apart of the furniture enough that Jakes had become her home base. “Leave it to Oz to out drink the entire bar.”

Bradley doesn’t stay for much longer after he’d dropped Amilia on the lounge, he leaves her in Jakes capable hands.

“Okay superstar let’s get you into bed.” Jake sighed as he picks Amilia up. And Jake is ever the gentleman about it too. He lays Amilia down as gently as he can on her side of the bed they shared more often then not.

“I got a tattoo.” It barely comes out as an audible mumble but Jake hears it nevertheless as he wiped Amilias makeup from her face with a few makeup wipes. “Rooster said I wouldn’t so I had to.”

“What did you do miss Amilia?” Hake asks softly as he plants a kiss atop the love of his life’s head. “Where is this so called tattoo of yours?”

“Help me get undress and you’ll see—“ So Jake does exactly that. He fetches some sweats and a shirt of his for Amilia and gets to work. Carefully undressing the inebriated soul lying in his bed. As Jake strips Amilia of her jeans, he pauses when the fresh ink underneath a piece of glad wrap takes his breath away. “Oz you didn’t—“ He can’t believe it. “Is that my?” Before Jake can get the words out that he’s looking for Amilia has him overwhelmed even with her eyes closed.

“You’re forever my Flyboy.”

Jake can’t get it out of his mind. He thinks about it constantly for days after. All he wants to do is run his lips over the ink that’s embedded in Amilias hip. When he finds out who actually tattooed his girl though Jake nearly looses his mind.

“Listen here and listen good Garcia.” It’s almost threatening the way it comes out of Jakes mouth in the locker room. Rooster can’t help but to chuckle at the possessiveness oozing from his wingman. “That’s my girl you had your dirty little mits all over.”

“Should’ve heard the sounds coming out of her mouth when I did too.” Fanboy knows he fucked up the second Jakes eyes darken and Bradley is stepping between the two of them. “I’m sorry! Don’t hit me man! I was fucking kidding! She was getting a tattoo!”

“Jake walk away—“ Is all Rooster says. But that night the sex is possessive and it’s rough and it’s nasty because Amilia is Jake’s and Jake is Amilias.

Color!au [hermitcraft fantasy au]

so i got two notes on the previous post so here i go talking about this

(yes this is going out like a month late but shh i had stuff ;a;)

here's a full roster of everyone and everything. Hopefully this will turn into motivation for me to write but yeah. until then here have this

again, if anyone is interested in seeing close ups/detailed drawings of anyone just send me an ask and i will gladly draw them. pls im desperate

if we get 3 notes i'll. share pictures of the kingdoms.

(long long post. read at your own risk >:3)

Going Alphabetically

Bdubs - Astronomer of Flax - Lives at the top of the castle - Comically small. No don't ask it's a sore subject - Made himself a glittering cloak of "stardust"

Beef - Resident of Varie - Lives on the outskirts of the kingdom - Travels only for paints or supplies - Good friend of Etho's

Bigb - Cerule resident - Has a cloud frog as a familiar - All it does is make his shoulder slightly moist - Runs a cookie shop

Cleo - Naga, Resident of Uaine - Graveyard guardian - Made herself arms of enchanted scraps the dead leave behind - Her human disguise is a gigantic ballroom dress.

Cub - Dungeon engineer of Mauve - Will never share the recipe for totems of undying - Creates labyrinths and puzzle rooms with a small chance of death - Sources most materials from Scar

Doc - Cursed Archeologist of Uaine - Pissed off a moss spirit so now his skin's green - Can't breathe good - Cut off his own arm and made a new magic one

Etho - Crown Prince of Varie - Half fox, but vertically - Has a heavy limp so people speculate he carries old battle wounds - Very bad at hiding the fox bits.

False - Royal Knight of Amara - Gilded Eagle Hybrid. Eagle wings and colors but the feathers appear to be shimmering like metal - Kingdom is usually very calm so she spends most of her time hanging out with Stress and fishing - Kicks ass when she has to.

Fwhip - Fisher in Ochre - Gem's business partner and the less violent one of the two - Deals more in accounting than actual fish - Fixes boats on the side

Gem - Fishwife in Ochre - Not actually married. Married to THE GRIND. - Runs a fishing boat and market by the widest bend of the river - Can and will use this trident.

Grian - Geologist in Claret - That's some funny lookin floating rocks - Owns a mansion that's shared with several other people of science - Named one of the rocks Brian. Pronounced like Grian.

Hypno - Beekeeper in Flax - Has a little bee farm that he sells honey and candles out of - Has a little magic and mostly uses it to make his flowers bloom - Honestly just happy to be here :3

Impulse - Service Demon in Flax - Resident fiekind (trickster demon). Does favors for gold or food - Invented the farming plow for a request once - Will absolutely abuse vague requests and play as many tricks as possible

Iskall - Magic Blacksmith of Uaine - Makes magic weapons of all kinds, mostly swords - Has golems to help him with his work, mostly just handling hot metal - Charisma + 20. He will flirt with anything that breathes.

Jevin - Slime Amalgam - Hides in the topmost tower of Azure's castle. - Stole pieces of gargoyles to camouflage and has been collecting feathers for wings - Just a silly little guy, living his best life.

Jimmy - Whistler - Guardian of the Wishing Cave - A great guy until you realize he's evangelizing for a cult - Hasn't touched grass in years

Joe - Magic researcher in Viridian - Puts random mushrooms in his mouth - Purely curious and gets a pass from most forest spirits - Looking into the forces of death to write a funny book

Joel - Strength Bryd (forest spirit) in Uaine - In the common tongue it's pronounced Ogre - Covered in tattoos that may or may not be his past victims - Fell in love with a fish. How did it end up like this.

Jono - Local Bard of Amara - Half Dog musician who's found a nice spot in Amara to settle down - Shirts are for losers - Can beatbox amazingly well with sharp teeth.

Keralis - Holy Water Spirit - Currently napping in the big ball chained to the temple roof - Granted Xb his wish to safely walk on land - Kind to a fault

Lizzie - Resident of Amara - Half fish hybrid - Washed up in the marshes of Uaine after a storm once and rescued by a handsome ogre. - Has an army of cod.

Martyn - Servant of Claret - A Watcher - Ren's shadow - Really needs a hug

Mumbo - Wizard of Claret - Subject of all of the bad luck - Collects scriptures and studies the magic of his kingdom - Also hosts a great magic show for kids

Pearl - Royal Architect/Librarian of Azure - Started as a stable girl who threw a tomato at the design for the royal library. And instead of being arrested, she was hired to redesign it. - In charge of the upside down library - Her dragon is named Bikkie.

Ren - Crown Prince of Claret - Half dog and proud of it. - Twins with Jono who moved away to the neighboring kingdom - Curious to a fault

Sausage - Mauve Resident - Construction worker for the many dungeons and attractions - Works well with wood in the morning - Way too enthusiastic

Scar - Travelling Merchant - Sells all the wares! Even wares that don't exist! - Yes the cane is magic - Makes an annual trip across the country to Mauve

Scott - Azure Merchant - Collects fashion articles from all over the country - Runs a ferry business on the side - Might know something.

Skizz - Resident of Cerule - Chosen by a phim and gifted a pair of angel wings and a halo - Encourages body positivity! Because love yourself you jerks - Trusts blindly and with open arms.

Stress - Goat/Beast hybrid in Amara - Retractable fluff for an instant winter coat! - The hooves are more like paws, but she's got incredible balance - Runs a tea shop with odd but tasty blends.

Tango - Fire spirit - Holy spirit of fire who's honestly just confused why he's so popular - Kidnapped by Scar and escaped to Gem all within a week - Hides in Gem's fireplace

TFC - Blacksmith of Varie - Specializes in actual tools, not weapons - Has a side business of stone sculptures. Buy one get two small ones free - Has a familiar, but no one knows what it is

Wels - MC - Surname revoked. Formal title "Wels, Knight of the Realm" - Banished from his home and travelling to a faraway land - His horse is named Worse, but pronounced like 'horse'

XB - Resident of Azure - Book collector and moved out of Amara to pursue his love of books - Got a blessing from a water spirit so he doesn't suffocate - Learned flight magic and swims through the air

Xisuma - Vagabond - Originally from Mauve. Travels the lands at every opportunity - No one has ever seen his face - Incredibly helpful travel guide

Zedaph - Royal Engineer/Alchemist of Mauve - May have invented cocaine. And gunpowder - Designs elaborate gauntlets for the bold to test their strength - Decided two extra arms were a good idea

Haterating and hollerating through the '90s:

POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE (1990): Carrie Fisher scripted this witty adaptation of her novel about coked-up, pill-popping actress Suzanne Yale (Meryl Streep), who overdoses in the bed of a strange man (Dennis Quaid), ends up in rehab, and learns that the only way the production insurance company will let her keep working is if she stays with her mother, an aging singer-actress-diva (Shirley MacLaine) whose love for her daughter is equaled only by her tireless determination to upstage her. (No, it's not autobiographical at all, why do you ask?) Fisher's deftly paced, funny script weaves in various serious mother-daughter moments without ever becoming mawkish, and offers a fabulous part for MacLaine, who has a ball poking fun at herself as well as Debbie Reynolds, Fisher's real-life mother and the obvious basis for the film's lightly fictionalized "Doris Mann." Curiously, the weakest link is Streep, who never quite sheds her customary air of prim affectation and always seems ill at ease with Fisher's layers of self-deprecating, sarcastic humor. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Apparently not, although I had questions about Suzanne's rehab friend Aretha (Robin Barlett). VERDICT: MacLaine's finest hour, but Streep's primness keeps it "good" rather than "great."

TERESA'S TATTOO (1993): Painfully unfunny crime comedy, directed by Melissa Etheridge's then-GF Julie Cypher and costarring Cypher's ex, Lou Diamond Phillips, along with an array of incongruously high-profile actors like Joe Pantoliano, Tippi Hedren, Mare Winningham, Diedrich Bader, k.d. lang (!), Sean Astin, Emilio Estevez, and Kiefer Sutherland, most in bit parts (some of them unbilled). The headache-inducing plot concerns a couple of brain-dead thugs whose elaborate hostage scheme hits a snag when their hostage (Adrienne Shelly) accidentally dies. Their solution is to kidnap lookalike Teresa (also Adrienne Shelly), a brainy Ph.D. candidate, and disguise her to look like the dead girl — including giving her a matching tattoo on her chest — in the hopes that the dead girl's idiot brother (C. Thomas Howell) won't notice the switch until it's too late. This truly bad grade-Z effort, barely released theatrically, feels like either a vanity project or a practical joke that got out of hand, and is interesting mostly as a curiosity for Melissa Etheridge fans: The soundtrack is M.E.-heavy, and Etheridge herself has a brief nonspeaking role. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Technically? (Etheridge has no lines and lang plays a Jesus freak.) VERDICT: May erode your affection for M.E.

BLUE JUICE (1995): Tiresome comedy-drama about an aging surfer (a terribly miscast, painfully uncomfortable-looking Sean Pertwee) who's still determined to continue living like a 20-year-old surf bum with his obnoxious mates, even though his back is giving out and he's perilously close to driving away his girlfriend (a disconcertingly hot 25-year-old Catherine Zeta Jones), who is keen for him to finally cut the shit. Meanwhile, the scummiest of his mates (Ewan McGregor) doses their pal Terry (Peter Gunn) and gets him to chase after an actress from his childhood favorite TV show (Jenny Agutter) in hopes of dissuading from marrying his actual girlfriend (Michelle Chadwick), and their mate Josh (Steven Mackintosh), a successful techno producer, flirts with an attractive DJ (Colette Brown) who's actually furious at him for building a vapid techno hit around a sample of her soul singer dad's biggest hit. The latter storyline probably had the most potential (although a weird scene where Josh is castigated by a group of outraged soul fans seems like a lesser TWILIGHT ZONE plot), but none of the script's various threads ever amounts to much. CONTAINS LESBIANS? It doesn't even pass the Bechdel test. VERDICT: If you happen upon it, you may be tempted just for Zeta Jones (and/or Brown), but the rest wears out its welcome with alacrity.

HIGHER LEARNING (1995): Potent story of simmering racial tensions on the campus of a university that definitely isn't USC (writer-director John Singleton's alma mater, and where most of the film was obviously shot), let down by incredibly heavy-handed execution. (The film's final shot is of the word "UNLEARN" superimposed over a giant American flag!) A capable cast (including Omar Epps, Kristy Swanson, Michael Rapaport, Jennifer Connelly, Ice Cube, Tyra Banks, Cole Hauser, Laurence Fishburne, and Regina King) tries to maintain a sense of emotional reality through Singleton's frequent excursions into overpowering melodrama, but there are so many competing plot threads that few characters have any depth; curiously, the script's most complex characterization is in the scenes between budding white supremacist Remy (Rapaport) and Aryan Brotherhood organizer Scott (Hauser). Singleton made this film when he was 25, and there's no shame in its sense of breathless ambition (even if it inevitably bites off more than it can chew), but the overwrought stridency undercuts its intended impact. For a more effective treatment of similar themes in roughly the same period, try Gilbert Hernandez's graphic novel X, originally serialized in LOVE & ROCKETS #31–39 and first collected in 1993. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Jennifer Connelly gives Kristy Swanson a bisexual awakening. VERDICT: The '90s through a bullhorn.

CRASH (1996): Divisive David Cronenberg adaptation of the J.G. Ballard novel, about a movie producer called James Ballard (James Spader) and his desperately horny wife (Deborah Kara Unger), drawn into a loose-knit group of car-crash fetishists organized around a man called Vaughan (Elias Koteas at his creepiest), who stages recreations of famous celebrity crashes like the 1955 accident that killed James Dean. Despite some pretentious dialogue about "the reshaping of the human body by modern technology," the controlling idea might be better summarized as "anything can be a paraphilia if you get weird enough about it." Part of what offends people about the film is that Cronenberg deliberately treats the entire story with the same frosty clinical detachment, rendering the "normal" sex scenes just as remote and perverse as the characters' fixation on the grisly aftermath of car wrecks; the point is that there is no line, just different facets of the same erotic longing, which each of the (admittedly unsympathetic) principal characters embodies in different ways. Spader, Kara Unger, and Koteas are very good, as is Holly Hunter, in perhaps the bravest role of her career, but Rosanna Arquette is underutilized. A worthwhile companion piece would be Steven Soderbergh's 1989 SEX, LIES, AND VIDEOTAPE, also with Spader, which is much more highly regarded (though almost as contrived and scarcely less perverse), perhaps because it seeks to titillate where Cronenberg does not. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Briefly. (See previous note in re: underutilization of Rosanna Arquette.) VERDICT: Icy but interesting.

[cisfemale, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ESMA DEMIRCI]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [PINAR DENIZ]. You must be the [TWENTY NINE] year old [WAITSTAFF AT FOUR LEAF IRISH PUB]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [MANIPULATIVE] and your favorite song is [SWEETEST PIE BY MEGAN THEE STALLION & DUA LIPA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHERS COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

@aurorabayaesthetic

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tw: abuse mention, miscarriage, car accident, cheating, drugs

stats

name: esma demirci

nicknames: n/a

age: twenty nine

faceclaim: pinar deniz

occupation: waitress @ four leaf irish pub

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

birthday: november 4th 1994

sign: scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising

ethnicity: arab

hometown: aurora bay

eye color: green

hair color: dark brown

height: 5'6"

tattoos: coming soon

piercings: coming soon

likes - dislikes- headcanons-

biography:

Chaos didn't always follow around Esma and her twin sister Isra. It all started when the girls were five. Their mother had always been slightly erratic, but when their father caught her having an affair with one of his best friends? He couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing Esma was the strongest of the pair, he left her and took Isra with him. This ended up with Esma taking on her mother's verbal abuse, and her mom turning to alcohol. Eventually, she remarried and her stepfather was just as bad.

As she grew into her teen years, Esma began attention seeking, drinking, drugs, and hanging out with people she shouldn’t. Her mother began to get fed up with her, kicking her out when she was 16. This caused her to drop out of high school, couch surfing at her best friend's place; his laid-back parents kindly let her. But it was trouble, she was slowly falling for his girlfriend, and she was falling for her too. It wasn’t very long before they were sneaking around together and she was stuck in some very messy affair that carried on for nearly two years. Funnily enough, it had been the only bit of stability that Esma had ever had.  

Tragedy struck when he got into a car accident and passed away on the scene. The girls had been together that night so when they heard the news they both felt an immense amount of guilt. Esma was unable to contain it; hitching a ride to San Fransisco and never looking back.  She had no money, no nothing, but being somewhat street smart, Esma broke into an empty apartment to live in while she tried to build up some cash. It wasn’t long until she was caught and kicked out so she had to find a new plan. 

Esma still spent most of her time drinking and doing drugs, anything to escape the grief she’d endured over the last couple of years. Finding different bodies to fill the void, until she came across a chef who worked at one of San Fran’s most prestigious restaurants. He was older than her, he had money, and he seemed nice enough so she went home with him, charming her way into his life.  It was only six weeks later she was staring at a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom of his restaurant. It was positive and he was thrilled. Esma couldn’t really picture herself as a mother but her life had been flipped upside down, maybe now she was finally going to feel some sort of happiness. He flew her to Vegas and they got married. 

Only a short time went by before it all started crumbling. Esma experienced a late-term miscarriage shortly after their wedding day. Things turning more sour than they ever could have with her new husband blaming everything on her. Esma had always been strong but not anymore, not after this. She began to believe the words he fed her. It wasn’t long before he was laying hands on her either. She was miserable. When Esma had enough instead of leaving she began to retaliate. This carried on for years until she couldn’t take it anymore, when she found out he got his mistress pregnant, it was over. Esma cooked her husband a nice dinner and laced it with rat poison, then once he was knocked out, she went to the nearest ATM, to withdraw all the money in their joint account, winding back up in Aurora Bay. 

The first thing she did was find a house in Fishers Cove and the next thing she did was find a job at the Four Leaf Irish pub, hoping to forget about everything she had endured. With too much evidence against him, she knew he wouldn't come looking for her. She finally felt strong again.

current & wanted connections:

will update this shortly!

[ jordan fisher, demiboy he/they ] Hey, isn’t that BENJI PARKER. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WITCH, and have a connection to the HEL COVEN? What I do know for certain is that they’re 27, and they’re LOYAL and NAIVE. They’re originally from SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA, UNITED STATES, and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for FIVE YEARS living in FORK’S ROAD. I wonder if they still work at SERVER as a WOLF BURGER. Best if they stay safe for now. 

basics

full name: benjamin “benji” lee parker age: 27 date of birth: october 31st, 1996 zodiac: scorpio sun, virgo rising, scorpio moon gender & pronouns: demiboy, he/they species: witch spoken language(s): english and asl(american sign language) occupation: server at wolfburger sexuality: gay

appearance

face claim: jordan fisher height: 5'8"(172.72 cm) dominant hand: left hair color: black eye color: brown scars: tbd tattoos: none

personality

positive traits: bubbly, loyal, intelligent, caring, optimistic  negative traits: naive, overly-trusting, stubborn, disorganized, gullible

mentality

phobias: n/a disorder: attention deficit hyperactivity disorder allergies: n/a

background

hometown: san francisco, california birthplace: los angeles, california education level: high school diploma familial connections: unnamed parents

headcanons

benji was born with profound hearing loss, both of his parents are also deaf, so it seems to run in the family. they got a cochlear implant when they were 16 years old and can hear when using it, but greatly prefer using sign language when possible.

he first noticed that he was a spiritual medium when he realized that he can sense and talk to spirits in any location, with supernatural encounters beginning at the age of 14. since this discovery, they have become intensely passionate about helping spirits stuck in this world move to the afterlife and actively jump at any opportunity involving the paranormal.

they also offer tarot readings and refuse to accept payment for them. he carries tarot deck with him at all times just in case someone asks him for a reading. they have had it happen several different times where someone insists on paying him, which he always tries to deny but can’t always. he frequents occult stores when he can and likes spending his free time browsing them.

is naive to a bad degree, they generally know what to look out for when it comes to more obvious things, but there's almost no length benji won't go to if it means helping someone. a very bad habit of his is being altruistic, putting everyone else's needs before his own. has a tendency of getting into trouble by accident. whether this is from them wanting to help someone or just stumbling upon it, benji finds themself in questionable situations for too often. he's slowly but surely learning more self-preservation skills but it's a process.

introducing: benji parker

basics

full name: benjamin "benji" lee parker age: 27 date of birth: october 31st, 1996 zodiac: scorpio sun, virgo rising, scorpio moon gender & pronouns: demiboy, he/they spoken language(s): english and asl(american sign language) occupation: freelance spiritual medium sexuality: gay

appearance

face claim: jordan fisher height: 5'8"(172.72 cm) dominant hand: left hair color: black eye color: brown scars: tbd tattoos: none

personality

positive traits: bubbly, loyal, intelligent, caring, optimistic  negative traits: naive, overly-trusting, stubborn, disorganized, gullible

mentality

phobias: n/a disorder: n/a allergies: n/a

background

hometown: san francisco, california birthplace: los angeles, california education level: high school diploma familial connections: unnamed parents

headcanons

benji was born with profound hearing loss, both of his parents are also deaf, so it seems to run in the family. they got a cochlear implant when they were 16 years old and can hear when using it, but greatly prefer using sign language when possible.

he first noticed that he was a spiritual medium when he realized that he can sense and talk to spirits in any location, with supernatural encounters beginning at the age of 14. since this discovery, they have become intensely passionate about helping spirits stuck in this world move to the afterlife and actively jump at any opportunity involving the paranormal.

they also offer tarot readings and refuse to accept payment for them. he carries tarot deck with him at all times just in case someone asks him for a reading. they have had it happen several different times where someone insists on paying him, which he always tries to deny but can't always. he frequents occult stores when he can and likes spending his free time browsing them

[cisfemale, she her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ESMA DEMIRCI]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [PINAR DENIZ]. You must be the [TWENTY NINE] year old [WAITSTAFF AT FOUR LEAF IRISH PUB]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [MANIPULATIVE] and your favorite song is [SWEETEST PIE BY MEGAN THEE STALLION & DUA LIPA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHERS COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

@aurorabayaesthetic

tw: abuse mention, miscarriage, car accident, cheating, drugs

stats

name: esma demirci

nicknames: n/a

age: twenty nine

faceclaim: pinar deniz

occupation: waitress @ four leaf irish pub

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

birthday: november 4th 1994

sign: scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising

ethnicity: arab

hometown: aurora bay

eye color: green

hair color: dark brown

height: 5'6"

tattoos: coming soon

piercings: coming soon

likes - dislikes- headcanons-

biography:

Chaos didn't always follow around Esma and her twin sister Isra. It all started when the girls were five. Their mother had always been slightly erratic, but when their father caught her having an affair with one of his best friends? He couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing Esma was the strongest of the pair, he left her and took Isra with him. This ended up with Esma taking on her mother's verbal abuse, and her mom turning to alcohol. Eventually, she remarried and her stepfather was just as bad.

As she grew into her teen years, Esma began attention seeking, drinking, drugs, and hanging out with people she shouldn’t. Her mother began to get fed up with her, kicking her out when she was 16. This caused her to drop out of high school, couch surfing at her best friend's place; his laid-back parents kindly let her. But it was trouble, she was slowly falling for his girlfriend, and she was falling for her too. It wasn’t very long before they were sneaking around together and she was stuck in some very messy affair that carried on for nearly two years. Funnily enough, it had been the only bit of stability that Esma had ever had.  

Tragedy struck when he got into a car accident and passed away on the scene. The girls had been together that night so when they heard the news they both felt an immense amount of guilt. Esma was unable to contain it; hitching a ride to San Fransisco and never looking back.  She had no money, no nothing, but being somewhat street smart, Esma broke into an empty apartment to live in while she tried to build up some cash. It wasn’t long until she was caught and kicked out so she had to find a new plan. 

Esma still spent most of her time drinking and doing drugs, anything to escape the grief she’d endured over the last couple of years. Finding different bodies to fill the void, until she came across a chef who worked at one of San Fran’s most prestigious restaurants. He was older than her, he had money, and he seemed nice enough so she went home with him, charming her way into his life.  It was only six weeks later she was staring at a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom of his restaurant. It was positive and he was thrilled. Esma couldn’t really picture herself as a mother but her life had been flipped upside down, maybe now she was finally going to feel some sort of happiness. He flew her to Vegas and they got married. 

Only a short time went by before it all started crumbling. Esma experienced a late-term miscarriage shortly after their wedding day. Things turning more sour than they ever could have with her new husband blaming everything on her. Esma had always been strong but not anymore, not after this. She began to believe the words he fed her. It wasn’t long before he was laying hands on her either. She was miserable. When Esma had enough instead of leaving she began to retaliate. This carried on for years until she couldn’t take it anymore, when she found out he got his mistress pregnant, it was over. Esma cooked her husband a nice dinner and laced it with rat poison, then once he was knocked out, she went to the nearest ATM, to withdraw all the money in their joint account, winding back up in Aurora Bay. 

The first thing she did was find a house in Fishers Cove and the next thing she did was find a job at the Four Leaf Irish pub, hoping to forget about everything she had endured. With too much evidence against him, she knew he wouldn't come looking for her. She finally felt strong again.

what if i got a second carrie fisher tattoo

Intro Post for Clint

[Cis-male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CLINT BENNET]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [GARRETT HEDLUND]. You must be the [THIRTY SIX] year old [SCUBA CLUB BOAT DRIVER]. Word is you’re [HARD WORKING] but can also be a bit [ABRASIVE] and your favorite song is [GLITTER AND GOLD BY BARNES COURTNEY]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHERS COVE].

Full Name: Clint James Bennet

Age: 36

DOB: June 10th 1987 (Gemini)

Parents: James Bennet (Father) Joanna Michaelson (Estranged Mother)

Siblings: Michael Bennet (Older Brother)

Hair color: Dirty Blond

Eye color: Blue

Height: 6'3"

Piercings& Tattoos: None

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual

Occupation: Scuba Club Boat Driver

History under the cut (Triggers: Childhood Physical Abuse, Drug Abuse)

Triggers: Childhood Physical Abuse, Drug use Clint grew up in Houma Louisiana out in what was considered the sticks. Having an abusive father and an absent mother, he and his brother preferred to spend his time out in the wilderness, enjoying the company of gators, raccoons, and whatever other wildlife he shared he space with over that of his family and his father's drunken rage. When he was 10, his older brother of 16 ran off to escape his father’s abuse, leaving Clint to take it all on himself, it didn’t take long before his father gave him a blow to the head at 13 that resulted in him losing most of his hearing. While it was a hard adjustment to make, Clint was able to adapt by learning lipreading and sign language through his school. At 15 a few DCF calls by his teacher resulted in Clint being removed from his home and his father’s abuse. A double edged sword, while he was saved from the physical and psychological violence he was also removed from the only sense of normalcy he knew and was instead shifted from foster home to foster home, having no real connection to any extended family nor the families he was homed with found themselves with a difficult teen. He tried to get away on several occasions, becoming a frequent flyer and a regular face in the town jail to wait to be picked up by the social workers and returned back to whatever foster facility or family they placed him in. In his late teens he started to experiment with drugs, introduced to him through other teens in the system.

After leaving the foster system and setting out on his own with some aid from social services, he was able to get his own place but found more difficulty in dealing with the trauma and the effects it had on his mental health, resulting in him spiraling into drugs more. He took whatever jobs he could locally to make enough money to keep a roof over his head and to get his next high, in just a couple years he had gained the reputation of being a junkie and began using more manipulative tactics to get what he wanted, what he thought he needed. As his reputation spread and he became more desperate, he found himself behind bars by the time he was 25 and forced into an in patient rehab center before he could be put on parole. Already having a bad relationship with the systems that be, he found rehab difficult and actively fought against it until he met one of the volunteers, an older Jamaican lady, that helped turn him around and start dealing with his problems. At 28 he was released from rehab and at 30 from his parole though being out on the same streets that had fueled his addiction, he found himself craving again. He convinced his social worker to help him get away, move as far from Southern Louisiana and it's influences as he could, bringing him to Southern California. Again he worked odd jobs, kept himself busy, he wasn't one to go to therapy, having a difficult time talking about the things he went through and the guilt he carries from his time using. Once he was feeling more settled he even got a dog from the local animal shelter, a border Collie named Luna. It was through a reference of a coworker at a bar he bounced at when he was 34 that he made the move to Aurora Bay to help the local scuba club, captaining the boat for their excursions which he had been enjoying for the past 2 years Personality: Clint is really hard around the edges at first meeting, he's sarcastic and likes to joke but has little patience for people he feels are bullshitting or putting on a facade, he'll try to break that facade down, many times by pissing them off or trying to get under their skin. He respects people more if they're straight with him. After he's warmed up he's much more mellow, though still sarcastic. He's a fish out of the water in this community, despite living within the community for the past 2 years, he's mainly kept to himself, living in a small bungalow in Fishers Cove. Recently he's started to try integrating more with the locals, but finds it difficult. Luna follows him everywhere he goes and is a social butterfly. He enjoys going out with her on his small fishing boat on his time off

Headcanons:

Clint has a tendency to keep people at arms length when it comes to serious topics especially about himself

Clint has a THICK southern Louisiana accent. The only time you won’t see the accent in the dialogue is when he’s signing.

He masks a lot with sarcasm and humor, a coping mechanism he learned from his childhood. At times, especially if Clint is feeling anxious or unsure how the other will react, it’ll be hard to get a straight answer from him

Clint is not completely deaf, he is Hard of Hearing (HoH) and can hear pitches of peoples voices and sounds past a certain decibel, if someone is talking softly, he won’t be able to detect their voice, but if he does hear someone talking he’ll normally turn his attention to them in order to read their lips

Reading lips is not an exact science and requires Clint to do a lot of guess work using context clues. Sometimes he’ll mess up or need to ask for clarification if he’s unable to fill in the blanks himself.

If someone is speaking to him, he needs to look directly at them in order to understand them if he doesn’t have his hearing aids in.

If Clint gets drunk, he has a harder time understanding what other people are saying even if he focuses hard on their lips, usually in those situations he just gets quiet, if he's REALLY drunk, he'll just make shit up.

Clint does have a hearing aid, but he only wears it when he’s working as a preference (He doesn't like how they feel in his ears, nor does he like the noise as it can overwhelm him).

For those that Clint cares about, he’s extremely loyal to them and protective. He would do anything for the happiness and safety of those he loves.

Though Clint isn’t super educated, not being able to achieve a high school diploma, he’s very witty, has great street smarts, and is quick on his feet, adapting quickly to changes in situations and coming up with plans to overcome challenges. Many people’s first impressions of him are that he’s aloof and messy in the head, which he doesn’t mind people thinking, but he spends a lot of time observing his surroundings and the people in it.

to me, she’s royalty. ✨

I grew up with three parents: a mom, a dad and Princess Leia. I guess Princess Leia was kind of like my stepmom–technically family, but deep down I didn’t really like her. She literally and metaphorically lived on a planet I had never been to. When Leia was around, there wasn’t as much room for my mom–for Carrie. As a child, I couldn’t understand why people loved Leia as much as they did. I didn’t want to watch her movie, I didn’t want to dress up like her, I didn’t even want to talk about her. I just wanted my mom–the one who lived on Earth, not Tatooine. I didn’t watch Star Wars until I was about 6 years old. (And I technically didn’t finish it until I was 9 or 10. I’m sorry! Don’t judge me!) My mom used to love to tell people that every time she tried to put it on, I would cover my ears and yell, “It’s too loud, Mommy! Turn it off!”–or fearfully question, “Is that lady in the TV you?” It wasn’t until middle school that I finally decided to watch it of my own accord–not because I suddenly developed a keen interest in ’70s sci-fi, but because boys started coming up to me and saying they fantasized about my mom. My mom? The lady who wore glitter makeup like it was lotion and didn’t wear a bra to support her much-support-needed DD/F’s? They couldn’t be talking about her! I had to investigate who this person was they were talking about. So I went home and watched the movie I had forever considered too loud and finally figured out what all the fuss was about the lady in the TV. I’d wanted to hate it so I could tell her how lame she was. Like any kid, I didn’t want my mom to be “hot” or “cool”–she was my mom. I was supposed to be the “cool,” “hot” one–not her! But staring at the screen that day, I realized no one is, or ever will be, as hot or as cool as Princess F-cking Leia. (Excuse my language. She’s just that cool!) Later that year, I went to Comic-Con with my mom. It was the first time I realized how widespread and deep people’s love for Leia was, even after so many years. It was surreal: people of all ages from all over the world were dressed up like my mom, the lady who sang me to sleep at night and held me when I was scared. Watching the amount of joy it brought to people when she hugged them or threw glitter in their faces was incredible to witness. People waited in line for hours just to meet her. People had tattoos of her. People named their children after her. People had stories of how Leia saved their lives. It was a side of my mom I had never seen before. And it was magical. I realized then that Leia is more than just a character. She’s a feeling. She is strength. She is grace. She is wit. She is femininity at its finest. She knows what she wants, and she gets it. She doesn’t need anyone to defend her, because she defends herself. And no one could have played her like my mother. Princess Leia is Carrie Fisher. Carrie Fisher is Princess Leia. The two go hand in hand. When I graduated from college, like most folks, I was trying to figure out what the hell to do with my life. I went to school planning to throw music festivals, but always had this little sliver of me that wanted to do what my parents pushed me so hard not to do–act. I was embarrassed to admit I was even slightly interested. So when my mom called me and told me they wanted me to come in to audition for Star Wars, I pretended it wasn’t a big deal–I even laughed at the concept–but inside I couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier. A couple weeks later I went in for my audition. I probably had never been more nervous in my life. I was terrified and most likely made a fool of myself, but I kind of had a great time doing it. I assumed they would never call me, but after that audition, I realized I wanted to give the whole acting thing a shot. I was definitely afraid, but as a wise woman once said, “Stay afraid, but do it anyway … The confidence will follow.” About a month later, they somehow ended up calling. And there I was, on my way to be in motherf-cking Star Wars. Whoa. Growing up, my parents treated film sets like a house full of people with the flu: they kept me away from them at all costs. So on that fateful first day driving up to Pinewood, I was like a doe-eyed child. I couldn’t tell my mom, but little sassy, sarcastic, postcollege me felt like a giddy, grateful middle schooler showing up to a fancy new school. On that first day, my mom and I sat next to each other in the hair and makeup trailer. (Actually, she wasn’t really one for sitting, so she paced up and down and around me, occasionally reapplying her already overapplied glitter makeup and feeding Gary, her French bulldog.) Between glitterings, the hairstylist crafted what was to become General Leia’s hairstyle, then it was on to me: little Lieutenant Connix. Funnily enough, my mom had more to say about my hairstyle than her own. Even though she complained for years about how the iconic Leia buns “further widened my already wide face,” she desperately wanted me to carry on the face-widening family tradition! Some people carry on their family name, some people carry on holiday traditions–I was going to carry on the family hairstyle. So after we tested a few other space-appropriate hairstyles, we decided to embrace the weird galactic nepotism of it all and went with the mini–Leia buns. She stood in the mirror behind me and smiled like we had gotten matching tattoos. Our secret-handshake hairstyle. On the first day of this thing I could now call “work,” I walked into the Resistance Base set for rehearsal and J.J. Abrams, the director, told me where to stand and what to do–basically just press some pretty real-looking fake buttons. But I have to say, just pressing those buttons and observing the rest of the scene was one of the most fun things I had ever done. I had no lines in the scene, but my mom kept checking on me like I was delivering a Shakespearean monologue. “Are you O.K.?” she asked. “Do you need anything?” I scoffed at her maternal questions like a child embarrassed by her mother yelling goodbye too loud in a carpool line: “Mommy, go away! I’m fine. Focus on you, not me!” In the moment, I was humiliated that my mom was moming me on my first day of work, on the Star Wars set, of all places. But now I realize she was just being protective. Sets are extremely intimidating–I was too green at the time to know that–and she assumed I would be scared as hell. But weirdly, I wasn’t. At risk of sounding insane, something about this bizarre new world made me feel right at home. I had found a place with an empty puzzle slot that perfectly matched my weird-shaped puzzle piece. That night, on the long London-traffic-filled ride back from set, she turned to me and smiled. “Bits,” she said. “You know, most people aren’t as comfortable on sets as you were today. Especially on the f-cking Star Wars set, of all places!” (Excuse my language, but that was her language.) “This might be something you should think about doing.” At first I laughed, assuming she was kidding. But she continued to look me straight in the eye with no inkling of irony in sight. My mom was telling me I should act–my mom? The lady who spent my entire life convincing me acting was the last thing I should do? It couldn’t be true. But it was. I haven’t had many moments like this in my life–those aha moments everyone talks about. This was my first real one. My mom wanted me to be an actress. That was when I realized I had to give it a shot. She used to sarcastically quip that she knew all along what a massive hit Star Wars would be. As with most things, she was kidding. She was absolutely and totally beyond shocked by the massive global phenomenon that was the first Star Wars trilogy. It changed her life forever. Then, when it happened again almost 40 years later, she was even more absolutely and totally beyond shocked. It changed her life yet again. But that time, it changed my life too. I thought getting to make one Star Wars movie with her was a once-in-a-lifetime thing; then they asked me to come do the next movie and I got to do my once-in-a-lifetime twice. On our second movie together, I really tried to take a step back and appreciate what I was doing. I couldn’t tell her because she’d think I was lame, but getting to watch her be Leia this time made me feel like the proud mom. Watching the original Star Wars movies as a kid in my mom’s bed, I never imagined the lady in the TV would get older and get back in the TV. And I definitely never imagined we would end up in the TV together. But that’s where we ended up. Two little ladies in the TV together–Leia and little Lieutenant Connix. We wrapped The Last Jedi a little less than six months before she died. I went back to L.A. to film the show I was on, and she stayed in London to film the show she was on. One of the last times we spoke on the phone, she talked about how excited she was that the next movie in the trilogy was going to be Leia’s movie. Her movie. She used to say that in the original movies, she got to be “the only girl in an all-boys fantasy.” But with each new Star Wars movie, the all-boys fantasy started to become a boys-and-girls fantasy. She was no longer a part of a fantasy, but the fantasy herself. Leia was not just a sidekick one of the male leads had on his arm, or a damsel in distress. She was the hero herself. The princess became the general. My mom died on Dec. 27, 2016. Two days after Christmas, four days before New Year’s and about a year before she was supposed to appear in her final Star Wars film. Losing my mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. I lost my best friend. My little lady in the TV. My Momby. And I inherited this weird, intimidating thing called her legacy. Suddenly I was in charge of what would come of her books, her movies and a bunch of other overwhelming things. I was now the keeper of Leia. About a year later, J.J. called me into his office to talk about the plans for Leia. We both agreed she was too important to be written off in the classic Star Wars introductory scroll. This last movie was supposed to be Leia’s movie, and we wanted it to remain that, as much as possible. What I hadn’t known–and what J.J. told me that day –was that there was footage of my mom that they had collected over the years that hadn’t made it into the movies, footage that J.J. told me would be enough to write an entire movie around. It was like she had left us a gift that would allow Leia’s story to be completed. I was speechless. (Anyone who knows me knows that doesn’t happen very often.) J.J. asked me if I would want to come back as Lieutenant Connix. I knew it would be one of the most painful, difficult things I would ever do, but I said yes for her–for my mom. For Leia. For everyone Leia means so much to. For everyone Leia gives strength to. For my future kids, so someday they’ll have one more movie to watch that Mommy and Grandma were in together. So they can ask me about the lady–now ladies–in the TV and tell me to turn it down because it’s too loud. I grew up with three parents: a mom, a dad and Princess Leia. Initially, Princess Leia was kind of like my stepmom. Now she’s my guardian angel. And I’m her keeper.

so today is carrie fisher’s birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HERO) and coincidentally one month exactly until my birthday...which is also extra fun because what i really want most for my birthday this year is a carrie-inspired tattoo. :)

because pretty much all my friends are here, i put together a little wishlist in case anybody wants to help me celebrate. if you wanted to, say, surprise me with a card or anything, you can get mailing info from @actuallylukedanes​ and also my undying appreciation cuz i don’t get much mail and have very few people to celebrate with. <3

Star wars asks :) 1, 4, 24 and 40

1) Jedi or Sith?

I'm too old and tired for the morality debate, so based entirely on aesthetics and who seems to have more fun, Sith.

4) Favourite character from original trilogy?

Our eternal princess of space and time will always have my heart. I literally got obsessed with a Leia/Carrie Fisher tattoo yesterday that I want more than life itself sooooo

24) Would you want to be human, or from another species?

ONLY if I could live in the actual Star Wars-verse, I would be Mirialan. I've spent coming up on 30 years getting the hang of this human body so I'm not really interested in going too far off-base in that regard.

40) If you could make your own Star Wars trilogy/series, what would it be about?

-shoves coffee-stained scripts and Disney cease-and-desist orders under couch-

Look the internet would eat up a series revolving around Tezanna and Elessabeth and their sibling relationship and their past and how they learn to cope with their trauma in different ways

INCLUDING some sexy sith lady and some amoral bounty hunter lady? Disney, call me.