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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Sekhmet, The Lioness Goddess of Healing & War

t h e l i o n e s s g o d d e s s
_{s ɛ k m ɛ t. 
s ɛ k m ɛ t.}

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	Aslihan Malbora | #5A7B7B ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Sekhmet The Eye of Ra, Lady of the Bloodbath, The Warrior Goddess ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Revenge, War, Healing & the Sun ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Egyptian 𓄂

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓄂 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Waiting on the morning sun, soldier keep on marching on}}

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 H E A L I N G T O U C H
H E A L I N G T O U C H

^{Despite Sekhmet's history of battles and bloodshed, she is also the goddess of healing, medicine and pestilence. In legends it was her that brought about the plague and it was invoking her name that protected those from catching ill. Though in her current state she cannot bring about the plague, Sekhmet has returned to her roots of healing. With a gentle touch, Sekhmet can heal broken bones, wounds and diseases of the body. However, she requires constant focus and maintain touch, and with greater damage she requires more time to heal.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓄂 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Nadia Ayad ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ Mid Twenties ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual, cis-female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Physician in the emergency trauma unit of the UW Medical Center Head of Melinor Care, a charity that aims to provide medical care for people in impoverished countries.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓄂 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Hide your soul out of his reach}}

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Instead, Ra poured a concoction of beer dyed red in her path, allowing the goddess to gorge herself till she became too drunk to continue in her warpath. When she awoke three days later, the blood lust dissipated and the goddess was mellowed thanks to Ra pulling some of her godly essence from her. Sekhmet as a result became tamer, but still unpredictable. During festivals to honour Sekhmet, the people would offer alcohol as a way to keep the goddess from going on another rampage. Some versions of her tale have Sekhmet awake to the sight of Ptah, falling in love at first sight and creating Nefertum as a symbol of healing, re-establishing Ma'at in the process. Sekhmet was said to breathe fire and be the manifestation of the plague, but evoking her name was said to also ward off diseases and protect one from pestilence. She is also said to be the sister or twin of Bast, the softer counterpart and the divine protector of families and the home, together symbolising the duality central to Egyptian mythology. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 𓄂 Unlike some gods from other pantheons, this was not Sekhmet's first time wandering amongst humankind. Despite the last time ending in bloodshed, this time Sekhmet held her sanity. She was not enraged, she couldn't let herself be. Last time there was Ra to quell the rage, using trickery that only the great god could come up with and pulling some of her rage with him. Though she still carried rage in her, it was mellowed enough for her to hold back. She could be better, she realised. And so Sekhmet chose to be better. She decided to lean towards her secondary domain some more, shirking off her past as the bloody warrior goddess, choosing to be a humble servant of medicine. Without the status that being a goddess allowed her, however, she found herself having to relearn her domain. She took to traveling, seeking out different cultures and learning their ways of healing. From the ancient arts of Ayurvedic medicine from India to studying with the bright minds of European doctors in the Enlightenment period. Where there was knowledge, there was Sekhmet. What was knowledge without application? As humanity advanced, so did medicine. With improvement of science and culture, Sekhmet started to follow the likes of Elizabeth Blackwell and Mary Edwards Walker and took to practicing medicine. When war came knocking, she enlisted into the army as a practicing nurse to tend to the ill and injured. During the First World War, she had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting Ares, the Greek god of war. She tended to his soldier, pulling out the poison lingering in his blood but failed to ignore Ares talking in her ear. First it started with playful banter, suggesting she too was like him. She could hear the cry for war, witness the greed of humanity for herself. She could feel her rage come back, seeing the injustice and disrespect mankind was capable of. She could feel herself turn back to Ra's daughter - the warrior goddess with a thirst for blood; and Ares preyed on that until it was too late. When Sekhmet awoke next time, it was to the cries of the war being over. She found out that she had fallen blind to her rage, allowing herself to be consumed by the thirst for blood. She was ruthless and destructive, charging into battle to attack with the intent to kill. In the final hours of her rampage, Sekhmet had charged into an Axis base, destroying and releasing mustard gas into the air. Sekhmet took most of it, concentrations that would be fatal to humans sending Sekhmet into a delirious sleep where she finally awoke days later. Horrified, Sekhmet retreated from humanity. She refused the call for support in the second world war, instead sinking deeper into her sanctuary and only emerging to take a sip of Ambrosia to keep herself alive. She only emerged back into society in the mid sixties, to establish her charity during the Vietnam war. She sent doctors and treatment to Vietnam with the clear instruction to save everybody. A tall order, perhaps, but everybody deserved medical attention in war. The success of Melinor Care allowed Sekhmet some comfort, returning into society years after the close of the Vietnam war to join the trauma ward of UW medical center, taking on the name of Nadia as her cover. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 𓄂 In some way, Sekhmet is repenting for her past. She wishes to bring upon peace to humanity, a world where nobody has to suffer in silence or choose between medicine or a roof over their head. She started her charity for that reason and continues to work as a doctor, to be the healing hand that the world needs. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 𓄂 Sekhmet has been used for her bloodthirsty rampages. She knows she is brutal and ruthless, causing the near extinction of humanity at one point. Ares triggering her rage again made her realise she hadn't changed as much as she had thought, hadn't quelled her rage well enough. Sekhmet fears she will be used again for the purpose of destruction. She fears that she will be tempted again; and this time she will bring about the end of humanity as she was born to do so.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

she's finished!
edit: backstory changed to accommodate some discussion with @Legion02

Sekhmet, The Lioness Goddess of Healing & War

t h e l i o n e s s g o d d e s s
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	Aslihan Malbora | #5A7B7B ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Sekhmet The Eye of Ra, Lady of the Bloodbath, The Warrior Goddess ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Revenge, War, Healing & the Sun ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Egyptian 𓄂

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓄂 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Waiting on the morning sun, soldier keep on marching on}}

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 H E A L I N G T O U C H
H E A L I N G T O U C H

^{Despite Sekhmet's history of battles and bloodshed, she is also the goddess of healing, medicine and pestilence. In legends it was her that brought about the plague and it was invoking her name that protected those from catching ill. Though in her current state she cannot bring about the plague, Sekhmet has returned to her roots of healing. With a gentle touch, Sekhmet can heal broken bones, wounds and diseases of the body. However, she requires constant focus and maintain touch, and with greater damage she requires more time to heal.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓄂 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Nadia Ayad ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ Mid Twenties ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual, cis-female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Physician in the emergency trauma unit of the UW Medical Center Head of Melinor Care, a charity that aims to provide medical care for people in impoverished countries.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓄂 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Hide your soul out of his reach}}

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Instead, Ra poured a concoction of beer dyed red in her path, allowing the goddess to gorge herself till she became too drunk to continue in her warpath. When she awoke three days later, the blood lust dissipated and the goddess was mellowed thanks to Ra pulling some of her godly essence from her. Sekhmet as a result became tamer, but still unpredictable. During festivals to honour Sekhmet, the people would offer alcohol as a way to keep the goddess from going on another rampage. Some versions of her tale have Sekhmet awake to the sight of Ptah, falling in love at first sight and creating Nefertum as a symbol of healing, re-establishing Ma'at in the process. Sekhmet was said to breathe fire and be the manifestation of the plague, but evoking her name was said to also ward off diseases and protect one from pestilence. She is also said to be the sister or twin of Bast, the softer counterpart and the divine protector of families and the home, together symbolising the duality central to Egyptian mythology. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 𓄂 Unlike some gods from other pantheons, this was not Sekhmet's first time wandering amongst humankind. Despite the last time ending in bloodshed, this time Sekhmet held her sanity. She was not enraged, she couldn't let herself be. Last time there was Ra to quell the rage, using trickery that only the great god could come up with and pulling some of her rage with him. Though she still carried rage in her, it was mellowed enough for her to hold back. She could be better, she realised. And so Sekhmet chose to be better. She decided to lean towards her secondary domain some more, shirking off her past as the bloody warrior goddess, choosing to be a humble servant of medicine. Without the status that being a goddess allowed her, however, she found herself having to relearn her domain. She took to traveling, seeking out different cultures and learning their ways of healing. From the ancient arts of Ayurvedic medicine from India to studying with the bright minds of European doctors in the Enlightenment period. Where there was knowledge, there was Sekhmet. What was knowledge without application? As humanity advanced, so did medicine. With improvement of science and culture, Sekhmet started to follow the likes of Elizabeth Blackwell and Mary Edwards Walker and took to practicing medicine. When war came knocking, she enlisted into the army as a practicing nurse to tend to the ill and injured. During the First World War, she had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting Ares, the Greek god of war. She tended to his soldier, pulling out the poison lingering in his blood but failed to ignore Ares talking in her ear. First it started with playful banter, suggesting she too was like him. She could hear the cry for war, witness the greed of humanity for herself. She could feel her rage come back, seeing the injustice and disrespect mankind was capable of. She could feel herself turn back to Ra's daughter - the warrior goddess with a thirst for blood; and Ares preyed on that until it was too late. When Sekhmet awoke next time, it was to the cries of the war being over. She found out that she had fallen blind to her rage, allowing herself to be consumed by the thirst for blood. She was ruthless and destructive, charging into battle to attack with the intent to kill. In the final hours of her rampage, Sekhmet had charged into an Axis base, destroying and releasing mustard gas into the air. Sekhmet took most of it, concentrations that would be fatal to humans sending Sekhmet into a delirious sleep where she finally awoke days later. Horrified, Sekhmet retreated from humanity. She refused the call for support in the second world war, instead sinking deeper into her sanctuary and only emerging to take a sip of Ambrosia to keep herself alive. She only emerged back into society in the mid sixties, to establish her charity during the Vietnam war. She sent doctors and treatment to Vietnam with the clear instruction to save everybody. A tall order, perhaps, but everybody deserved medical attention in war. The success of Melinor Care allowed Sekhmet some comfort, returning into society years after the close of the Vietnam war to join the trauma ward of UW medical center, taking on the name of Nadia as her cover. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 𓄂 In some way, Sekhmet is repenting for her past. She wishes to bring upon peace to humanity, a world where nobody has to suffer in silence or choose between medicine or a roof over their head. She started her charity for that reason and continues to work as a doctor, to be the healing hand that the world needs. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 𓄂 Sekhmet has been used for her bloodthirsty rampages. She knows she is brutal and ruthless, causing the near extinction of humanity at one point. Ares triggering her rage again made her realise she hadn't changed as much as she had thought, hadn't quelled her rage well enough. Sekhmet fears she will be used again for the purpose of destruction. She fears that she will be tempted again; and this time she will bring about the end of humanity as she was born to do so.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Persephone, Goddess of Spring & Queen of the Underworld

g o d d e s s o f s p r i n g
_{Π ε ρ σ ε φ ό ν η. 
Π ε ρ σ ε φ ό ν η.}

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	Daisy Edgar Jones | #a4ac92 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Persephone, Kore ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Spring, Queen of the Underworld ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ❀

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ❀ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{How did you get your throne?}}

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 G R E E N S P E A K
G R E E N S P E A K

^{As the Goddess of Spring, Persephone can naturally hear communicate with her plants. She can talk to, and return listen to what they have to say. She can hear everything from trees to the smallest weed and respond in turn. Usually she uses this to communicate the needs of her personal garden, improving the growth chances of her plants. However, once the root has been cut she is unable to hear her plants anymore.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ❀ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{You made a deal, traded daffodils}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Cora Desrosiers ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ Mid to late twenties ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Heterosexual, cis-female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Owner of small café and flower shop duo, A New Leaf.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ❀ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{For a kingdom of ash and bone}}

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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Persephone, Goddess of Spring & Queen of the Underworld

g o d d e s s o f s p r i n g
_{Π ε ρ σ ε φ ό ν η. 
Π ε ρ σ ε φ ό ν η.}

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	Daisy Edgar Jones | #a4ac92 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Persephone, Kore ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Spring, Queen of the Underworld ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ❀

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ❀ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{How did you get your throne?}}

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 G R E E N S P E A K
G R E E N S P E A K

^{As the Goddess of Spring, Persephone can naturally hear communicate with her plants. She can talk to, and return listen to what they have to say. She can hear everything from trees to the smallest weed and respond in turn. Usually she uses this to communicate the needs of her personal garden, improving the growth chances of her plants. However, once the root has been cut she is unable to hear her plants anymore.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ❀ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{You made a deal, traded daffodils}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Cora Desrosiers ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ Mid to late twenties ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Heterosexual, cis-female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Owner of small café and flower shop duo, A New Leaf.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ❀ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{For a kingdom of ash and bone}}

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Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

^{a collab between @Spooner & @Aewin}

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Pressing the button calling the elevator to his floor, Frankie caught the eye of his own reflection. His perfectly planned messy hair didn’t quite look right, so as he stood there fiddling with it he almost missed the ‘ding’ announcing the arrival of his metal chariot. He let out a deep sigh when the doors finally started to close. But suddenly a faint voice could be heard shouting out “Hold the doors please!”. The redhead shot his arm out to make the doors slowly open again.

As the doors opened, Yasmin realized too late that the person inside was none other than the one person she was not yet ready to meet. "Ah, thank you.” She ducked into the elevator, social etiquette making it too late for her to change her mind. Anyway, whether now or later, eventually they’d have to meet, right?

Frankie’s eyes widened in shock, what were the odds? He opened his mouth to say something, but the only sound that left him was a weird throat noise so he quickly closed it again shuffling closer to his sides wall trying to create some space between them.

Yasmin and Frankie stood in the elevator, a lot closer than expected in the cramped metal space despite standing on their sides of the elevator. For the first time in her life, the chatty woman had no words to quell the silence between them.

How funny, when only two months ago she couldn’t stop talking.

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A deep sigh of relief escaped Franklin as he entered the warmth of the cocktail bar coming in from the spring shower going on outside. Instantly his glasses fogged up as he blindly made his way towards the bar. He made sure that he was securely sitting on the bar stool before he took the fogged glasses to clean them.

“Hi there! What can I get you sweetie?” a voice called out

The redhead jerked his face upward almost as he had heard a ghost.
“Oh shi- You scared me!” he blurted out. The bartender; a young perky blonde smiled “Do I really look that terrible?” Frankie’s eyes widened “No, no.. Uh.. no I…” he stuttered helplessly pointing towards the glasses in his hands he was frantically wiping with a napkin.

She raised a manicured eyebrow at him “Honey… I’m surrounded by mirrors, I know what I look like. Can I get you anything to drink?” she smiled again, winking at him this time.

Frankie let out a chuckle shaking his head “Well in that case… a vodka Russian?” She nodded and got to work. As the focus got turned away from him he took the opportunity to check his phone. The reason he was even at this bar on a Wednesday was because his old school friend Yasmin had asked to meet her tonight, apparently something had happened and she needed to talk. They had connected recently since they both worked in fashion so Yas had hired him recently to help out with a recent collection shoot and they found out they lived kind of close to each other. According to the latest text from Yas she was 5 minutes away. So Franklin’s eyes were aimed at the door so as not to miss her.

There was no need for Frankie to be looking at the door, because not long after his arrival came Yasmin, announcing her arrival with a quick call of his name by the door. She shuffled over to him, careful not to trip on her heels to meet him by the bar.

"Frankie! You're an absolute life saver, you are." Yasmin sighed, reaching over to give him a one armed hug as she placed her clutch on the bar top. Only once she was settled she turned to the bartender, giving the young blond the brightest smile she could muster before ordering herself a screwdriver.

"It was driving me mad, staying home tonight. So what if it's raining? A little rain shouldn't stop anybody." Words spewed out of her mouth like a waterfall, as though she could barely control herself as she made it through her checklist of small talk. It was only when the bartender slid over Yasmin's drink did she realize the word vomit.

With a sigh and a sheepish smile sent Frankie's way, Yasmin started speaking once again. "I'm sorry, Frankie. I should be asking how you're doing. How are you doing?"

Frankie, who had not gotten a word in since Yasmin had sat down just nodded along sipping his drink through the metal straw, so when the sudden question came from Yas he sputtered and dribbled some vodka Russian down his chin. “Oh… you know… Stressed. You’ve worked with Anna.” he smiled as he dabbed himself with another napkin.

“More importantly, what did you want to talk about? Another campaign coming up you need help with?” he asked, giving his drink another try.

Yasmin was silent for a moment, something that was quite uncharacteristic for her. She was playing with her fingers, her drink, the lock of her clutch, anything that she could reach in order to distract herself. The discomfort was obvious in the expression on her face. "You remember Liam, right?" She started. Not long after the two had reunited, Yasmin had invited Frankie to meet her and Layla for a little dinner party to catch up at Yasmin's place. "We broke up. Last month."

She stirred her drink with the little plastic spoon distractedly as she continued. "It's kinda why I dropped off the face of the planet recently. I've just finished moving into my new place." Finally she was able to look at Frankie, another apologetic look on her face. "Again, I'm sorry for ghosting you after the Spring collection shoot, I should've given you a heads-up. I know you're a busy guy..."

The man sat in silence for a moment after Yas broke the news “Well…” he began, shifting a little in his seat “That’s too bad… he seemed like a nice enough dude.” Frankie offered. To be completely honest he didn’t really feel like he had such a huge stake in this situation since the redhead had really only met Liam that one time. “Uh.. you ok then?” he berated himself internally, obviously she wasn’t ok since she just explained she had dropped off the earth because of it “I mean, was it you know… mutual?” he asked not really knowing where to go with this.

Yasmin was unable to stop the smile from appearing on her face at Frankie's awkward fumbling. It was charming in its own way. Though Yasmin wasn't the closest with Frankie growing up, she knew enough of him through mutual friends at the time to know that some things never changed. "Yeah, it was. But-!" Yas inhaled sharply, before comically blowing the air out of her mouth and continuing, "Now that we're here, no more moping. Work stuff can wait till tomorrow, for now we enjoy the night and catch up?" She raised her drink in Frankie's direction, hoping the switch in topic would ease the poor redhead some more.

Obviously she didn’t want to talk about it and Frankie had no interest in prying so he just shrugged it off and called the bartender over to order them another round. As the drinks arrived he rested his head on his fist looking at the friend sitting in front of him. “So you going back home for this reunion thing?” he asked as he slowly raised his drink to his mouth while taking a sip. “I don’t know if I want to…” he thought about the people back home that had made his teen years hell, why would he want to go back and see them? “Then again Lili would kill me if I didn’t go.” he mused.

"You don't want to go?" There was a pout to Yasmin's voice that sounded strangely like a wounded puppy. "But look at you! You look HOT, fire, every synonym in between! Who wouldn't wanna show off a glow up this great?" She stopped her barrage of compliments to take a less-than-graceful chug of her drink, "Everyone's almost in their thirties now, surely the assholes that tormented you have grown up just as you did. It'll be nice to see old friends, see where life has taken people. Plus... wouldn't it be nice to show off a little?"

Frankie was taken aback by Yas's outburst, obviously he knew that he had changed for the better since highschool. He had worked really hard to look the way he did and he’d be lying if a small part of him didn’t want to crash into that reunion and scream ‘LOOK AT ME KNOW YOU FUCKERS!’. But he just sighed “Thanks Yas… No I don’t know” Frankie straightened up fixing the shirt he had flung over his a little too tight t-shirt. “So you’re definitely going then?” he asked, finishing up his drink.

Yasmin's eyes naturally drifted, her attention drawn by the shirt before she forcefully pulled her eyes up to look at Frankie's face. Her cheeks reddened slightly, but she hid the warmth by downing the last of her drink as though she was suddenly parched. "Hell yeah, I miss hanging with my loves, Vann and Max. God, the three of us together again? Do you really want to miss out on that trainwreck?" She teased him.

He let out a chuckle “I guess you’ll have to walk me through that trainwreck… you seem to have forgotten that I spent most of my days at kings out back by the dumpsters… mostly trying to get out of them” he shot her a huge smile. “Lu can tell you how many times she had to pick old fries out of my hair.” he laughed fondly at the memories now that he had processed the situation after years of therapy.

“So anyway… what’ve you been up to… you know besides, getting… dumped?” the burly man blurted out. Internally he was scolding himself, outwardly he rearranged his face into a composed expression of interest.

Yasmin let out a snort at Frankie’s ‘delicate’ way of putting things. “I guess being dumped wasn’t the most exciting thing that’s happened so far. I’m thinking of expanding Yaswim. I don’t want to be stuck doing the same things over and over again, so I was thinking about going into loungewear. The comfy off-duty model look is all the rage online.”

The move from swimwear to other avenues scared her. Her choice to start with swimwear was personal, something she was still passionate about. Her loyal customers loved the philosophy behind Yaswim, but would they accept the expansion? The initial concepts were looking promising but could she be certain? Yasmin turned to Frankie, “Hey, I have the first samples of some of the new designs yet to come out. Would you like to come over and see? Give your thoughts and such?” Yasmin asked.

Nodding his head Frankie slurped down the last of his drink “Oh sure, let’s do it!” he flagged down the bartender one last time making a check sign in the air. After paying their bill he jumped of his stool, putting on his bomber jacket. “You want to head out?”

Yasmin nodded as well, pulling on her jacket before leading Frankie out the doors. Yasmin's new apartment was barely a few blocks from the cocktail bar. Despite the rain, Yasmin insisted on doing the few minute run as the Uber was simply unnecessary. "It's not like the rain is that bad." Foolproof logic, she thought.

When they finally did arrive at her place, they were greeted by the excited barks of two fluffy border-collies. Yasmin found herself fighting off an excited cuddle from her grey baby. "Chili, no- I don't want to have to give you a bath." The threat was enough for the dogs to simmer down, but the two lingered close as Yasmin took both her and Frankie's coats.

He thanked her as she walked away with his jacket. Frankie pulled at his shirt that was now wet and uncomfortably sticking to his body. If he was at home he would simply take the shirt and his equally wet chinos off and walk around in his underwear but seeing as he and Yasmine had just re-kindled their friendship he thought he would spare her that sight. Instead focused his sights on the happy dogs jumping at his feet. Kneeling down he enveloped himself in their fur petting and hugging as much as was socially acceptable.

After making drinks for herself and Frankie and offering warm towels and blankets, the two settled on her couch with designs scattered around them. She described her ideas as well as showed them. She even had samples of materials sitting around for them to judge together. If there was one thing Yasmin could appreciate, it was Frankie’s impeccable eye for good fashion. She trusted his judgment, noting down any adjustments needed to make her idea flourish.

Yasmin sighed happily as she felt a weight being lifted from her shoulders. She could never talk about her work like this with Liam. They never seemed to be on the same page. But with Frankie, things were so easy. As the night grew later, Yasmin found herself closing the space between them on the couch, eager to listen to Frankie but the sight was getting harder to ignore.

Her eyes drifted from his face, lingering on his toned arms barely showing through the damp shirt of his. Only recently did Yasmin realize her budding feelings for her new friend. She wasn’t sure if it was a result of the breakup and Frankie just being around at the right time, but for now, it felt right. As she got distracted appreciating Frankie in the dim lights of her apartment, Yasmin leaned closer. Like though she was being pulled on a string, she closed the space between them and finally pressed her lips to his gently.

Frankie's body stiffened when he felt Yasmin put her body on his. If you had asked his teenage self he would have said that he would have wanted nothing more than to be kissing Yasmin. But now… it just felt wrong. They had been drinking, and Yasmin had just broken up with her boyfriend. He felt like he was taking advantage of the situation so before he got too into the kiss he gently pushed her away.

“Uh… I” he started running a hand through his hair scrambling to stand up. “I should… get going… I think…” he looked around skittishly. “Not that… uh.. it's just that… You know” he let out a small nervous laugh “Very nice collection Yas, I’ll find my way out!” he blurted making his way towards the exit grabbing his jacket as he escaped into the night.

Nothing was more sobering than watching Frankie run from her apartment as though he’d touched a diseased rat. He was gone before she could even apologize for kissing him so suddenly. Had her feelings been unreciprocated? That she'd thought there was more to their friendship than there actually was? The weight that left her previously set in again as she realized how badly she’d fucked up. One mistake and she’d ruined a friendship she’d come to cherish. She leaned forward, her head cradled in her hands as she felt herself crumble from the rejection.

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

It was only a four hour flight.

She could handle that, right?

Yasmin Macar's foot tapped against the cabin floor, impatience written all over her face. Or was it worry? Perhaps it was neither, perhaps she was feeling the effects of her third vodka shot. Only God was to tell.

Her book laid discarded, bought for the flight. Layla pestered her into reading it— a trashy romance novel that was Layla's obsession of the month. Yasmin had found it in the airport booksellers, the typical hunky man with abs like freshly baked buns glossed with the world's silkiest butter standing on the cover of the book. Yasmin attempted the novel, even getting as far as reaching the halfway point. It was only when her eyes skimmed a particular paragraph where she found herself suddenly pulled away from the fantasy.

Sometimes my brain struggled to remember that we were just friends. She'd never dated, never even hinted that she wanted to. She'd never given me a longing glance. Never started at my mouth like she wondered what it tasted like. But my hands, not once, stopped wanting to reach for hers.

It wasn't perfect, but it hit too close to home. Yasmin tossed the novel back into her carry on, hot face first so the abs couldn't tempt her again. She even flagged down the flight attendant, asking for a flat white to wake her up from the pre-hangover headache she felt building behind her eyes.

'Remember why you're going.' Yasmin thought of Vann, of Max and even Luna whom she hadn't even seen for a while. It was going to be a lovely weekend. It had to be, with the whole gang back together. Drinks and laughs with old friends, reminiscing about times long gone. She was going to have fun, and look fucking amazing while at it.

'That's it, keep convincing yourself. Maybe he'll notice.' Thank you, intrusive thought.

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The flight landed exactly 26 minutes later. Yasmin watched the clock on her fitness tracker the entire time, lost in nostalgia. The temptation to touch that book never returned afterwards, much to her relief. She tucked the book away as far deep into her carry on she could manage, hoping that that would help the anxiety disappear just the same.

It worked, for a while.

Key West international airport was only a fifteen minute drive from the airport, but with the alcohol in her system, she decided to Uber it instead.

The entire time the New York native stayed glued to her phone, promising Layla that she had landed safely and she was on her way to the hotel. She held off on calling Layla, realising that the poor Uber driver wouldn't appreciate listening to the word vomit seasoned with anxiety from another tipsy woman in his backseat. If she was even given the opportunity, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop.

She learnt that the hard way.

Arriving at the hotel, Yasmin tipped her Uber driver before wandering into the lobby. She checked in with the concierge behind the counter before making her way to her suite, a cute assistant following after her with her luggage in his hands. Not that she was carrying much— she thought, but Yasmin could see the poor boy huffing from the corner of her eye by the time they arrived at her door. Like her driver, she tipped the lad for his efforts.

Her room looked gorgeous. With its slick and clean design and comforting colour scheme, it no doubt earned its claims of luxury. Yasmin tested her bed, sighing at the softness of the mattress. It almost made her want to kick off her heels and take a nap.

But the coffee in her system said no.

Instead, Yasmin pulled herself away from the bed and back to her luggage where she could start to unpack. Though she still looked good in her blue vest and shorts, comfortable for traveling, it wasn't good enough as a party look. No way.

This would be the first time a lot of her old peers would be seeing her. Most of them remembered Yasmin Macar as the bigger Macar twin with a penchant for causing trouble for attention. She wanted to look good, show off a little for once.

It was for that reason she chose a dress with a romantic neckline. She wore a red ruched dress with fun puffy sleeves to show off her evolved sense of style with some strappy black heels. The heels made her feel wobbly, especially considering she'd already pregamed on the plane, but damn did she feel they make her legs look good. At least if she decided to check out the pool, she was ready.

With her hair slicked back into a half-up, half down look and her makeup touched up, Yasmin took one last look at herself in the mirror. She gave her reflection a wink, allowing a confident smile to brighten her face before she left her room for an evening of only good vibes.

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

𝚈𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛

”Tell me I'm too crazy
You can't tame me, can't tame me
Tell me I have changed
But I'm the same me, old same me”

full name

Yasmin Sabina Macar

⤳ Yas

age & birthday

Twenty-eight

⤳ November 23^rd

gender

Female, she/her

sexuality

Closeted Bisexual

⤳ Only Layla knows of her sexuality

relationship status

Single

occupation

Owner of luxury swimwear company, Yaswim.

⤳ _{Yaswim was a little brainbug that Yasmin thought of from high school that was made into reality after attending fashion school. First Yaswim was a little indie company, making its rounds on TikTok and Instagram before it blew up. Yaswim focuses on modest and sustainable swimwear, to be inclusive of all body types and comfort ranges as well as providing cute and matching accessories. In recent years she has also collaborated with brands like Versace to newer levels of popularity. Currently Yasmin is in the process of expanding her collection from swim wear to shape and loungewear.}

current address

175 Riverside Dr #1E
New York, NY 10024
Upper West Side

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appearance details xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx hair: dark brown | long & wavy | usually left down and untamed eyes: dark brown height: 5'6" body type: slim & rigorously maintained clothing style: sweet & feminine | lots of skirts, fitted trousers and oversized blazers | lots of neutrals with pops of colours occasionally makeup: minimalistic | nudes & gloss | fresh & dewy face | brown eyeliner & mascara scars/tattoos/piercings: her first tattoo on her index finger | tattoo of two paws to forever remember her babies by | ear piercings | navel piercing

personality xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx cheerful & creative fun-loving & romantic confident & loyal excitable & emotional petty & fanciful impulsive & dramatic shallow & childish

history

Childhood

Yasmin Macar is the second child and eldest twin daughter to Hasad and Eda Macar, known as the billionaire banking tycoons back home in Turkey. The twins were a result of IVF after the couple had a long history of fertility troubles after having their eldest and only son, Ali. The Macar children were raised on US soil, Hasad believing that their future was in the West where opportunity was rife. Eda proved it herself by branching into real estate after becoming qualified, supported financially by loving husband Hasad.

The children grew up with ample example of what true love was like. The respect and passion Hasad and Eda shared was unmatched, and Yasmin grew up wishing the same for herself. She found herself desiring attention, having all eyes on her regardless of what she was doing. Maybe it was middle child syndrome, or just basic attention seeking, but she found that the low grades and cheeky behaviour often found herself sent to her father's office after school for a "talking to".

Not that it did much, because the very next day Yasmin would be back at her antics once again.

The only time Yasmin wasn't getting into trouble was when she was sitting in her room with her sketchbook, designing various swimwear that she felt like she would have been comfortable wearing. Growing up, Yasmin was on the bigger side, her cheeks rounder and body wider than her sister's. Where her sister could get away with a cute bikini, Yasmin struggled with the look of her stomach and thighs in something so revealing. She often struggled to find any clothes that matched her level of comfort, and so the prototype of Yaswim was born.

Kings & FIT

At King's Academy, Yasmin's behaviour was no different to middle school. She was still cheeky, loud and creative. She often found herself drawn to the loud people in the classroom as well, creating friendships that she clung onto her entire high school career. She loved and laughed, enjoying her time and breezing through school with grades that barely let her graduate.

After graduation, the young Macar sisters decided to follow their hearts. Where Layla was the pride and joy studying Economics at Columbia, Yasmin chose to attend FIT studying Fashion Design AAS before continuing with a BFA. It was at FIT where Yasmin first launched her little indie brand, Yaswim, using the tools and skills she learnt at school to make the designs of her dream into reality. First business was slow, promoting her apparel on TikTok and Instagram, but once her business picked up it was a snowball from there.

Yaswim's popularity soared to great heights when celebrities like the Jenner or Hadid sisters would wear her designs. By the time Yasmin graduated from FIT, she had a fairly successful business to finance her stay in NY.

Love Life Woes

Liam Hossman was one of the many friends she made while in NY, a mutual friend of Layla met at a coffee shop while cramming for finals. It was like fate, but the two found themselves growing closer till they crossed the threshold of friendship after a confession from Yasmin. The two promptly moved in together and thought their lives could finally begin. It was like a never ending honeymoon with the two of them, full of passion and joy. Their little family grew as they adopted two dogs, first Chili before adopting her sister Coco too.

Two years into their relationship, Yasmin noticed her period was delayed. Worried about a pregnancy the couple was not ready for, she visited the OBGYN and was shocked once again that she was not pregnant, but she was diagnosed with PCOS. The doctor advised her to manage her weight to help improve her health. With Liam's support, Yasmin started to work on herself religiously: a strict diet and frequent visits to the gym as well as picking up yoga to boost her emotional and mental health after the shock diagnosis. Slowly, but surely with the support of her family and boyfriend, Yasmin saw the results of her hard work.

The events after the shock diagnosis only served to make Yasmin believe that Liam was The One, his support invaluable to her at a time she felt at her most vulnerable. This faith in her relationship blinded her to the troubles. It took her too long to realise that they were drifting. With Yasmin's business picking up in popularity and more opportunities incoming, as well as her newfound focus on her health and wellbeing ate at what little time the two had together around Liam's difficult work hours as a surgical resident. One missed date became five, their late night chats growing silent. It was like they had become strangers once again. The fear of losing Liam gripped Yasmin tightly, so she called for an intervention. The couple sat down and laid all their cards on the table. The couple left the conversation feeling brighter... until the following month on Valentine's day.

Yasmin had made a big deal about it, hoping that they could celebrate the day of love together after months of trouble. She pulled out all the stops, decorating their apartment while Liam was at work, cooking a full four course meal and turning off her work phone. That evening was supposed to be theirs. Except, Yasmin got a call an hour before Liam was supposed to clock out of work. "I'm sorry Yas, things got really crazy at work - I promise to make it up to you later." Yasmin smiled and said it was okay, before hanging up and crying as she cleared up the second plate.

The heartbreak proved to be too much. Later never seemed to come. She tried to understand, but jealousy and insecurity had a tighter grip on her than her love for Liam. Finally, after crying for hours on the phone with Layla, she realised that she couldn't do it anymore.

Yasmin sat down with Liam once again, only this time to call an end to their relationship. She reminded him that she still loved him, but the distance still hurt too much. That evening Yasmin spent the night at Layla's, and that month she started the process of moving out into her own flat.

Present

In a surprising turn of events, Yasmin felt free. She was heartbroken, lost, but happy. Yasmin, now single, tried to take her relationship further with someone she had started having feelings for, powered by alcohol, only to mess that relationship up - possibly beyond repair.

She's also just realised she will be meeting him at the reunion...

…Is it too late to cancel?

family

<sup>Hasad "Papa" Macar | Uğur Yücel (67) Eda "Mama" Macar | Nebahat Çehre (65)

Ali Macar | Çağlar Ertuğrul (32) Yas Macar | Hande Erçel (27) Layla Macar | Burcu Özberk (27)</sup>

misc

Hande Erçel | dc9da2 | font

• Song on repeat: MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by Elley Duhé
• Yas has two dogs, Chili and Coco that she recently got tattoos of on her wrist.
  
  • Chili and Coco are now hers as Liam officially moved from their previous flat too, leaving just Yasmin to be able to take care of the babies. Not that she's complaining.
• As hinted by her choice in dog names, she loves anything sweet and spicy.
• Yas wants a family more than anything in the future... or preferably some time soon.
• Yas was definitely on the chubbier side growing up. Most of her peers would remember her large cheeks and rounded figure if not for her crazy disruptive personality in class.
• Yasmin is the only one of the twins attending the reunion, since Layla is heavily pregnant and ready to pop soon. Yas has promised to drink and schmooze on Layla's behalf.
• More to come...

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

@Venus

Yas Macar — The Class Clown

”Tell me I'm too crazy
You can't tame me, can't tame me
Tell me I have changed
But I'm the same me, old same me”

full name

Yasmin Sabina Macar

⤳ Yas

age & birthday

Twenty-eight

⤳ November 23^rd

gender

Female, she/her

sexuality

Closeted Bisexual

⤳ Only Layla knows of her sexuality

relationship status

Single

occupation

Runs a business designing and selling luxury swimwear known as Yaswim.

⤳ In the process of expanding to shape and loungewear with a focus on sustainability and inclusivity.

current address

915 W End Ave #1205. New York, NY 10025. Upper West Side.

appearance details

• hair: dark brown | long & wavy | usually left down and untamed
• eyes: dark brown
• height: 5'6"
• body type: slim & rigorously maintained
• clothing style: sweet & feminine | lots of skirts, fitted trousers and oversized blazers | lots of neutrals with pops of colours occasionally
• makeup: minimalistic | nudes & gloss | fresh & dewy face | brown eyeliner & mascara
• scars/tattoos/piercings: tattoo on her left middle finger that used to be initials but has since been marked over | tattoo of two paws to forever remember her babies by | ear piercings

personality

confident | fun-loving | dramatic | sassy | loyal | wild | impulsive | irritable | shallow | childish

Yasmin is a natural leader, so full of passion and charm that she does well in holding the attention of many. She enjoys basking in the attention, but you don't need to psychoanalyse her to realise she's just a natural attention seeker.

Yasmin is a social butterfly, and loves to interact with other people and simply be in the presence of a crowd even if she's not talking. She fears being alone, making her the type to always stick to someone in a public setting just so she wouldn't feel like she's by herself. She’s always been the loud, chatty type. Never the one to stand still even back in the classroom, she would often find herself being the type to cause distractions in class, whether intentionally or not is still up for debate.

Yas feels things deeply, being the sensitive sort. Coupled with her impulsive ways, she can react rather unpredictably when upset or angry (and considering how quickly irritable she gets…). She will fiercely protect those she’s loyal to, making her a fantastic if not exhausting friend to have.

history

⤳ Daughter of Turkish banking tycoon Hasad Macar, using his keen ability to see talent to invest on promising businesses.
⤳ Yasmin and Layla are fraternal twins, Yasmin being the elder twin by 4 minutes.
⤳ Despite being the older twin, she's never acted that way. Layla has always been the "better behaved" child and rarely the one in trouble while Yasmin would always be grounded for some reason or the other.
⤳ Yasmin's school performance was mixed at best. She simply never paid enough attention in class to get good grades, but did just enough to pass (by coaxing Layla into helping her sweet dumbass of a sister).
⤳ After graduating King's, she moved with Layla to NY where Yasmin attended fashion school while Layla studied Economics at Columbia.
⤳ Yaswim was opened during Yas's final year at fashion school, first starting off as an online brand selling swimwear that was designed with women of colour and plus sized women in mind.
⤳ Yasmin met her (now ex) partner, Liam Hossman sometime in her final year of fashion school, later moving in with him. Liam was an aspiring surgeon, which impressed Papa and things looked promising until he and Yas realised they never had time for each other. 6 months after moving in together, Yas moved out and focused on herself.
⤳ That meant adopting her two babies and focusing on her health and business. And really, life has never been better.

family

<sup>Hasad "Papa" Macar | Uğur Yücel (67) Eda "Mama" Macar | Nebahat Çehre (65)

Ali Macar | Çağlar Ertuğrul (32) Yas Macar | Hande Erçel (27) Layla Macar | Burcu Özberk (27)</sup>

misc

Hande Erçel | dc9da2 | font

• My new hyperfixation is Encanto's stupid Bruno song that has no right to be this catchy
• Yas has two dogs, Chili and Coco that she recently got tattoos of on her wrist.
• As hinted by her choice in dog names, she loves anything sweet and spicy.
• Yas was definitely on the chubbier side growing up. Most of her peers would remember her large cheeks and rounded figure with terrible skill in makeup. Since joining fashion school, Yas focused heavily on maintaining her health and weight after a health scare at the age of 21 and is now very proud of herself.
• Yasmin is the only one of the twins attending the reunion, since Layla is heavily pregnant and ready to pop soon. Yas has promised to drink and schmooze on Layla's behalf.

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

no fair you guys getting to snipe all the ladies while us Europeans sleep 😭

if the girls are still uncapped, I'll claim Hande Ercel (tentative claim) as a fc otherwise I'll go look at cute guys once I'm actually awake

Annie's Test Dump

Charlotte Quinn - TW for mentions of disordered eating

”The sun is on my side
And takes me for a ride
I smile up to the sky
I know I'll be alright”

18 • Female • Straight? • She/Her • Uh...

(FC: Nicole Wallace; Dialogue: dc9da2)

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► reputation

"Omigod, I'm like, so popular it's crazy!" She proclaimed. "Being a Quinn means everyone knows who I am. Daddy throws the best parties and always gets me onto the VIP lists at clubs." She smirked and examined her manicured nails nonchalantly before continuing, "Plus with cheer and dance, I know all the athletes. And I use Daddy's black Amex to take my friends on shopping sprees so they adore me!"

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "I guess the teachers get kinda annoyed when I show up late with a frapp, or fail another midterm. But like, I try but its like reading alien to me. Like. What does A need a little 2 for?? Why not make it bigger so we can all read it, right? Not everyone has perf vision."

► current dilemma

Lottie bit her lip anxiously, twisting a lock of blonde hair around her finger as she pondered how to respond. After a few moments, she let out a dramatic sigh and launched into a rambling confession. "Ugh, so I've been stressing about senior year and getting my GPA up for cheer and college apps and stuff. I wanna get into UCLA's dance program but that's like, so hard, like I'm not smart like that" she began, punctuating her words with lots of hand gestures. "My guidance counselor is always hounding me about taking harder classes but calculus sounds like actual torture!" She stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Daddy said he would buy them a new library wing so I guess that's okay...?"

"And I've put on a few pounds recently from late night Wendys runs which is totes messing with my head," She admitted with a frown, subconsciously touching her stomach, pressing against the skin forcefully before inhaling deeply. "If I don't slim down soon I think I'll actually dieee."

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► social media handles

lqttie. on everything (Instagram, TikTok, Snapchat and Twitter)
Yes, she does have a Finsta. No, she will not give it to you (unless you ask very, very nicely).

► style

"I'm, like, obsessed with Y2K fashion," She gushed, gesturing animatedly which caused her numerous bracelets adorning her wrist to jingle. "All the crop tops, low rise jeans, butterfly hair clips. It's so cute!"

"I pretty much live in my collection of designer bags too - my faves are Louis Vuitton and Prada. And don't even get me started on shoes! Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik, Louboutin. I have, like, a whole closet just for heels and sandals." She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, adding, "And accessories are everything. I have drawers full of chokers, hair clips, rings, earrings. Just tons of bling." She flashed her diamond encrusted Apple watch. "I don't really care too much about brands and stuff. I just wanna look cute, you know?"

► ride & everyday items

Lottie pouted her glossy lips as she thought carefully, as she played with a lock of her hair around her index finger absentmindedly. "Well, like, Daddy got me a cute lilac Tesla for my sixteenth birthday. So I pretty much drive that everywhere. It's got my name monogrammed on the seats and everything!" She tittered. "Just don't mind the scratches, 'kay?"

"And I always, always have my phone. How else would I take selfies and update my Insta story? Plus my designer bag. Which one depends on my outfit, but it’s usually Chanel or Dior." She gestured at the quilted white Chanel dangling from her arm as an example.

Her eyes then lit up suddenly. "Ooh! And I never leave home without my pepper spray! You wouldn’t believe how many weirdos try to talk to me whenever I’m out. As if!" She cackled. "So yeah, phone, purse, pepper spray. The holy trinity for surviving as a hot girl," She proclaimed with an aborted hair flip as her eyes widened and she scavenged through her Chanel bag. "Fuck! Forgot my vape again!!"

► occupation

babygirl er, aspiring prima ballerina... okay, none.

► extracurricular activities

Lottie perked up, her eyes lighting up eagerly. "Omigod, I'm like, the ultimate social butterfly! I'm a cheerleader so I have to go to all the football games and pep rallies and stuff which keeps me super busy after school."

"And, like ballet is also my thing, so duh. Sometimes I get to hang out with the dance squad. Oh, oh and I take them out for fro yo. Ugh, now I'm craving some right now." She tapped her chin thoughtfully before adding, "Hmm, what else? Oh yeah, I have a little study crew to like, help me study. Honestly they're like the only reason I'm not repeating junior year."

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Friends would describe me as _______.

"My friends would totes describe me as, like, the funnest, bestest, bff ever!"

In my free time I like to _______.

"Omigod, in my free time I'm always hanging with my squad! We'll go shopping and get froyo and frappes at the mall, or sometimes get our nails done. Also Caramel I miss her when I'm at school so I like to spoil her when I can!"

I would like to learn _______ in the next year.

"Ugh, daddy said I need to learn how to parallel park or else he'll take my Tessie away. But like, the scratches aren't that noticable. I found a permanent marker and covered it up and everything like TikTok said."

This is how I define success and failure:

"Success to me is being, like, super popular and having tons of followers on social media!" She giggled airily. "And failure is wearing last season's outfits or not being invited to the best parties, obvi."

She stopped twirling her hair for a moment, chewing on her lower lip before the momentary seriousness washed away her usual easy grin. "I guess success is also doing well in school and stuff. My parents are pretty strict about grades so I have to work on those... But I mean, Daddy would always just donate another library if I was failing anything, so like I don't see the problem," She said with an exaggerated eye roll, but the way she worried her lower lip betrayed her act.

I'm inspired by _______.

Lottie's face scrunched up as she pondered the question, her pink glossed lips pursing in concentration. "I'm, like, so inspired by Paris Hilton. She's just so fab and rich and glam, you know? Plus she has her own perfume which I'm totally jealous of!"

She continued dreamily, "Ooh, and every ballerina I've ever seen! They're all so graceful and beautiful when they dance. I wish I could be a prima ballerina like my big sis one day! But my career counselor said being an influencer would be easier for me. But like, I wanna be more than that, ya know?"

These songs are the soundtrack to my life:

Lottie grabbed her phone and started scrolling eagerly through her playlists. "Omigod, here, look at my Spotify playlist!!"

My fondest memory as a child was _______.

Lottie's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with delight as she recalled her fondest childhood memory. "Omigod, my absolute fave memory was getting to dance as Clara in the Nutcracker when I was, like, eight!" She squealed excitedly. "I got to wear the most gorgeous costume with a glittery tutu and these adorbs space bun. And all my friends and fam came to watch me on opening night! I was so nervous but it felt magical being on stage." A dreamy look crossed her face and she sighed wistfully.

Then her expression changed to a slight frown. "The only bummer was that Mom said I looked chubby and made me go on a juice cleanse for a week after." She shrugged it off quickly, her megawatt smile returning. "But it was so worth it! I lost like a kilo after and felt like a star again."

If I could tell my younger self something, I would say:

"If I could, like, go back and tell my younger self something..." She tapped a perfectly manicured finger against her chin before continuing enthusiastically, "I'd be all 'Lottie, girl, you are totes fab just the way you are! Don't let anyone ever make you feel not good enough.' I'd just want little Lottie to know she's already perf and doesn't need to try so hard to please everyone else." Lottie gave a firm nod as if to reinforce her point.

The things that make me smile are _______.

Lottie's eyes lit up and her smile grew even brighter, causing her cheeks to flush a rosy pink. "Omigosh, the things that make me smile are like, my besties, cute puppies, getting tons of likes on Insta, and drinks from Starbucks!" She punctuated the last item with an enthusiastic squeal and vigorous nodding.

"I'm also super smiley whenever I have a new crush. You know that butterfly feeling you get?" She placed her hands over her heart, sighing dreamily. "And obviously anytime I find a super cute new outfit. Or get surprised with shopping money from Daddy."

My whole life story in one sentence:

"My whole life story in one sentence? Like, I was born a super cute baby who's now grown into an even more fab teenager destined for awesomeness!"

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