#ch: yasmin

[signalhill-if]

Ophelia

#i can't believe i forgot to post this #unless i did and i forgot that i did and forgot to tag it???? #either way. look at her #my art #ch: yasmin

[cass1x1]

yasmin

Y: What movie could they watch over and over again? 

Probably something from when she was a teenager. Maybe like Shaun of the Dead? Or Scary Movie? Horror parodies are her fave.

A: Who are their exes? Do they still keep in touch?

Oh no absolutely not! Yasmin likes to pretend that they disappeared off the face of the planet. Not like in a mafia way but in like a supernatural way. They don't exist anymore. Her last long-term relationship was with a guy named Luis. She dumped him because she thought he was about to dump her and wanted to avoid that. She was wrong.

S: How do they tell someone they’re sorry? 

Poorly. She probably buys gifts and just acts like she did before whatever happened in hopes that everyone can forget about it.

M: When’s the last time they talked to their mom?

Her mom passed away a few years ago. They spoke the day before she passed.

I: In general, are they organized or messy?

In general? Organized chaos. It's more organized than messy though.

N: Are they clumsy and/or prone to accidents? 

Not generally. She's usually pretty good on her feet.

#answered #gerrykecy #parent death mention tw #ch: yasmin #answered memes

[dxsole]

"N-no," Marcus stammered in her doorway, "it's not for The Org, or else I absolutely would've called ahead. I was just hoping...you could see me. Tonight. Squeeze me in, so to speak." -- to Yasmin :3c

💋 NO APPOINTMENT NEEDED 💋

Always Accepting Random Asks!

The knock at her door was a surprise— she only took clients by appointment only and the rest of her night was currently empty. And those empty nights were usually scheduled that way so she could be on call for The Continental, should anyone start any funny business.

Of course, one quick look through her peephole revealed a familiar face and she relaxes. Marcus was a gentleman— if he was there to kill her, he probably would tell her beforehand. "Oh Marcus, you almost gave me a fright." She murmurs with a pout that goes perfectly with that soft, sultry voice of hers. "You need somethin' for a job?" He's often come to her to discuss the comings and goings of certain individuals...and Yasmin's lips could always be loosened for a coin.

But as he stammers in her doorway, looking more nervous than she's ever seen him, her pout turns into a knowing smile. "Ah...now Marcus, you know you should call ahead for that too, naughty, naughty." She supposes she could forgive him this one time. "You're lucky I'm always free for an old friend." Yasmin muses, opening her door wider and beckoning him inside. "Come in, you can tell me all about what you need tonight...I'm sure I can accommodate you."

#bruisedconscience #ch: yasmin #Writing her specifically in the John Wick universe-- she works at The Hawaiian Continental as hostess in their hotel restaurant #also doubles as security + part-time dom for certain Org clientele :3

[marthaskane]

No, Miss, I did it. No, she didn't, Miss. It's my fault, Miss, honest.

WATERLOO ROAD (2006-2015) series one, episode two

#waterlooroadedit #waterloo road #donte charles #yasmin deardon #kim campbell #mine #mine: gifs #mine: waterloo road #ch: donte charles #ch: yasmin deardon #ch: kim campbell #tv: waterloo road #:'(

[susanpxvensie-wp]

Jemma Fitzgerald + Her The Doctor’s Companions

I remember it all too well.

Read here: Wattpad, AO3

#ch: jemma fitzgerald #fic: invisible string #doctor who #doctor who edit #doctor who graphic #the doctor x oc #doctor who oc #rose tyler #martha jones #donna noble #amy pond #rory williams #river song #melody pond #clara oswald #bill potts #ryan sinclair #graham o'brien #yasmin khan #yaz khan #dan lewis #gemma chan #ocappreciation #allaboutocs

[hawke-ondary]

some better shots of yas now that im in the wilds

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #warden surana #ch: yasmine surana

[devilsmenu]

@mccnlighht - Noah & Yasmin

"I don't know if you're good in reviews but would you like to check on my story? I'm doing my own horror story in my podcast and uh I'm more of a storytelling than a writer but my friend suggested to do my own story and I thought it was a good idea to do on my podcast" Noah said and showed her what he wrote so far.

#mccnlighht #feat yasmin #ch: noah

[sunlightmade]

tags for characters ( part two ).

pippa rojas ( fiona palomo, 25 ).

rafael rojas ( michael trevino, 38 ).

remington solokov ( reneé rapp, 25 ).

sara dinh ( lana condor, 26 ).

shiny kennedy ( josh heuston, 27 ).

shoshanna jaffe ( kaia gerber, 23 ).

sofia reyes ( hailee steinfeld, 27 ).

tatyana dmitrievna ( katheryn winnick, 46 ).

teagan deverell ( daniel sharman, 37 ).

tobias kahan ( milo manheim, 22 ).

tristan dunne ( thomas doherty, 29 ). 

ursula cabot ( bebe wood, 23 ).

victoria preston ( phoebe dynevor, 28 ).

willow mae lamontagne ( bree kish, 28 ). 

winnie prescott ( maya hawke, 27 ).

wyatt kennedy ( cody christian, 29 ).

xochitl torres ( rachel zegler, 22 ).

yasmine pierron née erdoğan ( melis sezen, 27 ). 

zelda swan ( sarah snook, 36 ).

zoya demir ( asena keskinci, 23 ).

#ch: pippa rojas. #ch: rafael rojas. #ch: remi solokov. #ch: sara dinh. #ch: shiny kennedy. #ch: shawn jaffe. #ch: sofia reyes. #ch: tatyana dmitrievna. #ch: teagan deverell. #ch: tobias kahan. #ch: tristan dunne. #ch: ursula cabot. #ch: victoria preston. #ch: willow mae lamontagne. #ch: winnie prescott. #ch: wyatt kennedy. #ch: xochitl torres. #ch: yasmine pierron. #ch: zelda swan. #ch: zoya demir.

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[silencedrage]

SISTER YASMINE ( @ofvalor ) said ❝ wait, stop you’re bleeding. ❞

She hadn't noticed the sting or the warmth of blood running down her arm until the younger nun pointed it out. Learning how to mask pain had been one of the first lessons she learned at the OCS, and after nearly three decades with the organization, and three years with her injuries, it had become second nature for Mother Superion to ignore any twinge that bothered her.

Only, this wasn't really a twinge. The blade had sliced into her bicep, not too deeply, but enough that the muscle protested against any movement. It was only by His Grace that it afflicted her non-dominant arm, meaning that she wouldn't be entirely useless when their extraction team came.

"It's all right, Yasmine," she said briskly, but not unkindly. She placed her hand on her shoulder, and gave her an assured nod. The girl was clearly shaken from the attack, at witnessing the kind of bloodbath that didn't really exist for most people outside of fiction. Superion reached out to wipe a bit of blood from the younger nun's cheek with her thumb, and then looked down dispassionately at her injury with her lips pursed into a thin line, as though the wound itself offended her.

Sometimes it still shocked her how fervently, even now, she missed the way the Halo used to heal her.

Regardless, there was no time to dwell on it now. There was too much else at stake and a flesh wound would have to wait. "Sit. Catch your breath. The others will be here soon and we will need to move quickly once they do."

#[ ch: mother superion. ] #[ ic. mother superion. ] #[ yasmine amunet / ofvalor. ] #ofvalor #wn spoilers /

[kugisakiss]

I know we've never talked before but I want to call for your help in helping hebsnhel, lailashaqoura, basel321 and shahed-2002. Theyre displaced palestnians who need the funds and I see you as someone who would care

hi! yeah of course i'll help!

and for anyone who can donate, here are their gofundmes, they're all still very far from their goals!

#asks

[signalhill-if]

A little Yasmin that was released a while ago on Patreon... (I've got more exclusive art on there rn, and I'm currently working on a little pin up that'll be patreon exclusive forever, so maybe give it a look 👀)

#my art #ch: yasmin

[cass1x1]

✿✿✿✿✿✿ for any ships of ur choosing💜

SEND “ ✿ ” FOR 2 HEADCANONS FOR OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP.

theo/sasha

the practice they do with fighting does actually pay off with both their skills improving (sasha's bc practice and theo's bc while teaching, they notice things sasha does naturally that they can incorporate)

they do stumble into a handful of side-missions while living together that they have to keep from one another in comical ways

keiran/yasmin

i actually don't think they do much fake affection between them when they're in front of people. they play it off as like "we're not into PDA" but the truth is just that that feels weird which means all their touches and stuff aRE genuine

they both like going out dancing and eventually they find a place that does a salsa night with live music and they get rEALLY into that

damian/hugo

their kids go back and forth between being friends and not being friends (because that's what kids do) but they are in the same little friend group enough that these two gentlemen really cannot avoid one another

they are united against a common enemy (annoying/homophobic pta mom who sucks shit)

marisol/jude

as mari gets more jealous of jude's actual gf, she starts to try to make them jealous in return by flirting with other people (london included), trying to dress in a way that gets their attention, etc.

while they were separated after mari's exile, they actually ran into one another a few times in The City but each time they were like "oh i shouldn't say anything"

carter/paige

because carter's been human for only like 7 months or whatever, paige actually introduces them to a LOT of foods without knowing. she just sorta thought they lived somewhere without a lot of restaurants or whatever

they end up sort of living together more by accident than through thoughtful discussion so they both eventually have a moment of like "oh oh i'm always around you and i like that"

malachi/reese

they share a room a lot bc it's cheaper and have the "there's only one bed" experience pretty early in their acquaintanceship as a result

over time they start to steal share one another's clothes because why tf not

#answered #gerrykecy #otp: theo x sasha #otp: yasmin x keiran #otp: hugo x damian #otp: marisol x jude #otp: paige x carter #otp: malachi x reese #ch: theo #o: sasha #ch: yasmin #o: keiran #ch: hugo #o: damian #ch: marisol #o: jude #ch: paige #o: carter #ch: reese #o: malachi #answered memes

[dxsole]

@formulated-lie​ | Cont. from X

She took a deep inhale the second she was outside. Yasmin was always grateful for work and goodness knows she can’t afford to pass up any overtime or weekends gigs but man, it is stuffy in there!

For once, she can actually appreciate the chill in the air. 

And she does try her best to be a little quiet about her breathing, seeing as one of the actual party guests decided to escape to the balcony as well. As usual, trying to take up less space, make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible in public—

“Wha—? Oh,” She shrugs and sort of laughs off her own surprise. She hadn’t expected any of the guests to actually talk to her. She’s just a server after all. “Well...I don’t get to see much glitz and glamor to begin with,” Not that she was in a position to enjoy it here. It’s just a side effect of catering— you get to go to some of the coolest parties with no possible way to enjoy any of it.

“But I think I’ve had my fill. Just need...a little breather before I go back in and...pour more champagne to someone who keeps tryin’ to look down my shirt.” Occupational hazard. Maybe she’ll do something about that later.

Yasmin does take the cigarette, seeing as she hadn’t a much needed smoke break since she started. “Thanks...I’m guessin’ you’re kinda sick of it too, huh?”

#formulatedlie #ch: yasmin #yasmin: [unhappy working at fancy rich ppl party] :( [knows she can kill some of them later maybe] :)

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[artificialgrinder]

THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 9

Dylan receives the strangest, yet darkest phone call of his life.

AN:

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I actually started a new job but I have to admit, I've also found It extremely difficult to find motivation as of late. But I'm trying to force myself to continue on. So I hope this wee update is enough to keep you all going until I next update.

TW's for this chapter: underage drinking // violence mentions // drugging mentions

“What…the fuck?”

Breeana just…stood stunned. Fuck, she knew shit was bad when she caught the now-winged Cymbeline the first time. 

But now, it was even worse.

“I-I can explain,” Breeana stammered.

Yasmin still stared at the sky, watching the glowing dot that was Cymbeline become less and less visible. Cloe on the other hand, rubbed her elbows and edged towards the forest.

“So - So, like, she’s a pixie.” Yasmin stated, despite it sounding more like a question. Her eyes were wide and her skin pale, unable to determine if this was some weird fever dream.

Breeana shook her head feverishly. “We don’t say pixie. But that’s - -” 

“Oh, sorry. I meant ‘fairy’,” Yasmin continued sarcastically.

“Well…fairy is also a term we don’t use.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“We say fae or…”

“Breeana! It doesn’t fucking matter! Cymbeline literally just flew off right in front of our fucking eyes! I mean…what…? How…?”

Again, the youngest Devlin struggled to find the right response. But what could she possibly say to make all this go away.

“We gotta go!” Cloe shook her head, her anxiety just as high in the sky as Cymbeline. “W-We gotta get back to Sasha and Jade and - -”

“You can’t tell them!” Breeana blurted.

“Breeana! How?! How can we not?!” Yasmin held her arms out by her side. “Cymbeline is our friend! She - -”

“Then, if that’s true, and you really care about her, then you won’t tell anyone! I’m serious, Yasmin. This is…This is more complicated than it looks.” Breeana’s voice cracked, already shivering from the growing panic and the breeze from the cliff top.

“More complicated than it looks?! Bitch, are you kidding?!” Cloe yelled.

“God, now I wish she was just acting too cool for us!” Yasmin added.

Stuttering and fighting to find her words, Breeana slowly realised not a damn thing would keep these girls from staying silent. And the only thing she could bring herself to do…

Well she’d have to have a long and heated talk with her Dad.

She raised both hands, pointed at both Yasmin and Cloe. “‘So will those mere mortals be silenced, and unable to speak…’” She spoke quietly, reciting the spell she had learned so young. Outside of practising under her father’s gaze, things never came down to this. She was breaking his trust, but for his own good. And it hurt. 

Despite the few drinks both teens had before coming to the Devlin’s home, Yasmin and Cloe were too quick for Breeana.

“Oh, shit, let’s go!” Cloe snatched Yasmin’s hand, and both teens dashed into the sea of trees.

So many voices in Breeana’s mind told her to run…Take off after the frightened girls. 

But her feet remained planted. There was no hope in stopping them.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Her knees gave in, bringing Breena down to the ground, her head empty of ways to fix this shit.

For what felt like the tenth time, Dylan messaged Sasha.

‘Yo where you at girl?’

Standing off to the sidelines of the club whilst everyone else lost their shit to the music, Dylan stared at his phone screen, begging whoever was listening to his inner thoughts to allow him a response. Yes, it seemed obsessive and extremely annoying, but with Cymbeline not here either, it was possible shit went down.

As concerned as he was, he was a drama thirst. He needed to know the T'.

Forty-five minutes had passed since Sasha let him know they were swinging around the Devlin’s house first, nothing out of the ordinary considering the two sisters were a bit out of town. But with no response, something had to have happened.

Sighing, Dylan looked away from the screen, impatience getting the better of him. And along came Cameron, and he was very very trashed.

“Yo, so I’ve been thinking, Dyl’.” Cameron slung an arm around his friend’s shoulder, the drink in his hand sloshing over the side of the cup and onto Dylan’s shoes. “About what you said.”

“What I said?” Dylan mourned the white colour of his shoes.

“Yeah. About Cloe.”

“Uh huh?”

“I just…you know…I gotta just - -” Cameron hiccuped, “be myself, you know? I mean, we made out at Nevra’s party that one time. I’m already a foot in. You feel, homey?”

“I feel, homey.”

Before Cameron could continue his ramblings, the music came to an end, only the sound of the crowd remaining. Koby was at the front of the stage, sweating dripping from his beaded forehead. He panted, peeling the black t-shirt from his form and tossing it into the screaming crowd of fans.

“Gross.” Cameron commented.

“You guys are awesome,” Koby said into the mic before pointing at Cade, the boy knocking back shots at the bar. “Cade? Happy Birthday, my dude. My brother from another mother for life.”

Not wanting to break his streak, Cade took another shot and raised a thumbs up, signalling his approval.

“Love you, dude.” Koby breathed into the mic before addressing the audience again. “Alright, so…I need a break. I need some water for real, guys. But this ain’t the end of the music.”

The crowd went wild again, as if they knew what was about to happen.

“So I’m gonna have a friend of mine take over for a bit.” And Koby looked over his shoulder, already seeing said friend make her way on stage. “Dudes…Dudettes…All you peeps in between…here's Roxxi Sin.”

Both Dylan and Cameron joined in on the cheering as Roxxi stepped up to the mic, adjusting her guitar. The girl let her eyes trail the audience, just for a moment, before they landed on one girl in particular – her girlfriend.

“Hi, Nevra,” Roxxi smiled into the mic.

“Hi, baby!” Nevra waved her hand around, excitement coursing through her. She looked at those around her. “That’s my girlfriend! She’s my fucking girlfriend, and I love her!”

“You’ll love this one, babe.” And Roxxi strummed her guitar, bringing the rest of Koby’s band to join in.

“Man,” Cameron started, “Love is like…love is the tits. You know?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Dylan laughed now.

“But what would you know, my guy?” Cameron continued, taking a large swig of his drink. “You used to be, like, in every girl’s DM’s. Nowadays I never see you with any.”

“Cam’, my entire friend group consists of girls,” Dylan squinted his eyes.

“Yeah, but you ain’t dating any of them.”

“Well, maybe I don’t wanna date them.” Dylan went back to watching Roxxi serenade her girlfriend, telling Cameron the conversation was over. But now lost in thought, he knew his friend was right. Once upon a time, Dylan was the biggest player in school. But times had changed. His friendship with the five girls enlightened and educated his juvenile mind, and even though he still had a long way to go, he rarely ever felt the need to comment on the appearance of attractive girls. 

Of course, there was that time Lina was introduced in chemistry class, but that soon fizzled – just a quick fascination that passed.

As for now, there was one girl on his mind. And yet, he wasn’t so sure if it was even possible.

Pulling his phone out again, he hoped for a message from her only for those hopes to diminish. Sasha had yet to reply as well. Crazy.

But there was one message – an unknown number.

‘We need to talk, big boy. Call or she’ll be hurt.’

Immediately, his heart was struck by a sting. Staring at his phone screen, his stomach as seconds passed. Who the fuck was this? Who would be hurt? To call the police or just call the person right then and there?

“Hang on, Cameron,” Dylan quickly pat his drunk friend on the shoulder as he rushed towards the exit.

The music became quieter and quieter the closer he got to the door. And once outside, it was just a thumping beat. 

Dylan’s hands shook as he called the number, wishing so much that it would just keep ringing. He was a nervous wreck, but the thought of something happening to someone because of his carelessness...

The ringing ended, and yet, nothing was heard on the other end.

“Hello?” Dylan said quietly.

Another moment of silence ensued before, finally, someone spoke in a low and dangerous tone. “What’s up, Dylan?”

Just like that, his nerves diminished. “Zach. What the fuck do you want?”

“Straight to the point, my guy. Nice,” Zach continued, chuckling to himself like he was getting off. “Now look, you and me are due a fight.”

“Since when?”

“Depends how you look at it. Maybe it was the recent spat we had in the hall. Or maybe the long years of competition.”

“Competi - - Man, what the hell are you talking about? Are you high?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dylan. Now listen to me; get your ass out to my location right fucking now so I can kick your ass to ground. Got it?”

Dylan could have laughed. “You really think you can beat me down? You think you scare me? ‘Cause all I hear right now are pathetic bitch ass words and an asshole breathing heavy on the phone like he’s touching himself.”

Zach completely ignored the comment however. “I’m not alone, Dylan. Did you even read my message?”

And now did Dylan’s anxiety return. “H-How do I know that’s not just some pathetic way to get me to come to you?”

“You don’t believe me?” Zach chuckled darkly again. “Well then, I guess I gotta prove it to you then. Here, baby.”

Dylan squinted. Baby? Was he even talking to him anymore?

Another moment of silence…

Before a sweet voice came through...

Her voice...

“Dylan?”

The boy’s eyes widened. “B-Breeana?”

“Dylan, c-can you…” she paused, sounding weak, “Can you come get me? I…I don’t know where I am.”

“Breeana!” Dylan began to pace. “Breeana, ha-has he hurt you? What did he do?!”

“I can’t…I can’t move. I’m sinking…I can’t…” Breeana trailed off as Zach clearly pulled the phone back to his mouth.

“Believe me now, tough guy?” Zach glowered. 

“What did you do to her? I’ll fucking kill you if you’ve hurt her!”

“Relax, man. All I did was…probably slip something in her drink. But don’t worry. I haven’t laid a finger on her, Dylan. Well...not yet, at least. Just depends how fast you can get here. Have I made myself clear?”

Dylan was panting now, his blood boiling. Just the thought of anyone hurting that girl made him see red. “Drop the fucking pin, man. I swear to God, you’ll never live to see the day.”

“We’ll see about that. Bye, Dylan’.”

Not one moment was wasted. Dylan flagged the closest cab he could get. No matter where it was, or how much it would cost, he was going to get to that absolute waste of human life, and he was going to smash his skull with a rock.

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