#interactions. amara.

[redo-rewind-if]

Hello again everyone! Hope you're all doing well! 😊

Next Update (Chapter 5):

A Friendly Chat 😇: 100%

A Typical Workplace Meeting: 100%

Wait, Why Did We Invite You?: 60%

Eavesdropping Made Easy: 2%

The World's Worst Date!: 5%

Got another solid chunk of the 3rd section completed! Woohoo!

Though, I do wish I was able to get more done. It isn't a particularly large section, it's just the choices and resulting variants that make the writing take forever sometimes. That, and me being indecisive about some parts haha. 😅

Ah well, that's just how it goes sometimes. At least it should make replays more interesting lol.

[paenitet-servi]

Hey. Uh, what do you do with a siren's body? This damn island sucks.

[touchedbydestiny]

@painofhumanity requested a starter (still accepting) || sarah & tom

         sarah sat alone on one of the tables outside duke university's cafeteria, the lunch break’s chatter a distant hum. she had already taken her food, which was half-eaten in front of her, but her attention was currently focused on something else. her sketchbook rested on her lap, pencil idle, as she tried to bring her recent idea town to paper just so that she doesn't forget it later one when her friends finally have their lunch break. eventually, someone sat down on the other side of the table, prompting sarah to look up. "sorry, the places are already taken–" she got quiet however, when she took the man in: is he fucking serious?

        she slammed her sketchbook shut, her voice sharp, cutting through the courtyard’s calm. "stefan, what are you doing here?" she demanded, glaring, her body tense with anger. "i told you — no contact, no visits, nothing. i'm out of it and want nothing to do with you!" her tone was fierce, eyes blazing, assuming stefan had tracked her to duke, ignoring her clear boundary.

[timefall-if]

"one of the good ones" Amara is the opp she needs to go

i'm saying, like ............... the crowd was silent.

[thelonelyshore-if]

i am so so torn between Croft and Yasmin that i just can't wait to ruin both of them. thanks for making a queer gal like me lose my mind

Hehe you're absolutely welcome. Sorry for the struggle to choose...I think ruining both of them is the best possible compromise ;)

[twoandahalfstudios]

A Date with Death will launch with some outfit recolors (as well as new outfits/hairstyles in the paid DLC)!

Here's a little preview of a couple of them 💀⏳

You can still preorder the DLC ahead of time on our itchio here:

The DLC will add additional customization options, some extra choices, and one additional ending! It also is what makes it possible for us to create this game for free <3

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: Cafe FOR: @amaraxgujral

"You're late," Krish said without looking up from his pad thai as Amara slid into the booth across from him. "Five minutes late, actually." He'd been sitting here alone, stabbing at noodles and wondering why he'd agreed to this lunch in the first place. Amara had been relentless with her texts - guilt trips about family time and how he never made an effort anymore. Eventually saying yes had seemed less exhausting than her constant pestering. The restaurant was packed with the usual lunch crowd, which was exactly why he'd picked it. Loud enough that nobody would overhear their conversation, busy enough that they'd blend in with everyone else grabbing quick meals between work meetings. "So how are you doing?" he asked, finally meeting her eyes. His tone was flat, almost bored. Krish took a long sip of his Thai iced tea, already regretting this whole thing. He wasn't built for family catch-ups anymore, especially not the kind where he had to pretend everything was normal.

[starbrsts]

♡  closed  starter  for  @cheatcodcs

“  this  jealousy  of  yours  is  getting  a  little  bit  out  of  control,  don't  you  think?  " 

[multxfacies]

closed starter for @renegadetulisrp || amara x caleb

based on this

Amara stood outside Caleb’s door, arms crossed over her chest as she took a deep breath, willing herself not to laugh. Of all the petty little battles they’d had over the washer and dryer, this one took the cake. She could already picture the look on his face, and honestly? That made this whole awkward situation slightly more bearable. Lifting her hand, she knocked firmly, waiting just long enough to hear footsteps on the other side before calling out, “Hey, Caleb. You, uh, have something of mine.” She hesitated for a beat, then added with a playful lilt, “My bra. Can I have it back?”

Silence. She could only imagine what was going through his mind right now, and the thought made her lips twitch in amusement. But she wasn’t done. Leaning a little closer to the door, she added casually, “I know you have it because, well… I accidentally ended up with your underwear too.”

Her voice was teasing, though she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of embarrassment as the words left her mouth. Still, she wasn’t about to back down. Not when he’d probably been laughing to himself about the whole thing. “So, what do you say? A trade, maybe?” she added, smirking slightly. “I give you back your boxers, and you give me back my dignity—or, you know, my bra.”

[redo-rewind-if]

Hi! So I just stumbled across this IF (SUPER interesting conceot btw i enjoyed it more than i expected!) and I scrolled through ur blog a bit but couldn't find anything related to this so-

If it wouldn't be too spoilery to answer, may I ask how MC and V's relationship would be perceived by the other staff at the office?

Like, do they keep it under wraps? Does everyone know anyway cause it's just so obvious? Do they know about the shift in the dynamics and does MC get teased about it?

Does MC get a bit of special treatment by chance shshehrh

I must know, dear author, so please deign to answer. For Science.

Not too spoilery at all! I actually love these sorts of asks! 😊

How MC's coworkers perceive their relationship would depend a bit on MC themself. But I think V, at least, would prefer to keep a romantic relationship with MC quiet and would likely try to avoid any special treatment.

As for how successful V actually is in those endeavors... well... honestly I think the whole office would be gossiping about their "office romance" within the week lmao. V is simply not nearly as subtle as they think they are in these matters.

And the whole "no special treatment" thing? Yeah, I give it a month tops. V is too weak to a romanced MC to completely manage the whole work/private life separation thing. 😅

Amara would likely be the first to catch on and would be an absolute menace about it. Especially for MCs she's close to, the teasing will be merciless and involve shitty gag gifts popping up on both their desks. Poor V is in for a time™.

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for amara petrova!! ( @vcndetta )

"so i'm supposed to just... stay here. and never leave." mel gripes, staring at the nearest person to her. "i have things that need to be dealt with back at home."

[touchedbydestiny]

@shesdaylight requested a starter for amara & rapunzel (still accepting)

        "you have beautiful hair." amara stated as she looked at rapunzel's long hair that appeared to shimmer golden. she had never seen quite anything like it, and it fascinated her. 

[daisypreaker]

I hate writing politics into fic because it's so - argh - I'm not here for that, I'm here for the characters interacting. But Aliandra Martell being 18 and newly becoming the Princess of Dorne whilst the influence of a Dornish woman in King's Landing is growing ever greater is a thread too juicy not to pull I think.

[stillresolved]

:33333 / @ptternminds

His reputation is well, if it's even spoken about, an odd one.

On one hand, the Hrodvitnirs are known for their gluttony, their greed, and as such, a notorious history littered with bad business decisions and gambling addictions. The previous head had been known for such at least.

The new one, on the other hand, well, they say he's the odd one. Charming yes, but also...forgettable at the same time. Seldom to distinguish himself in style, let alone personality. One could say he's merely imitating the austerity of Panem's great president, but if that were the case, then what is said on the flip side makes no sense.

That the avoxes who work are all unusually well-fed, less scrawny in comparison to those at the other households. That he hardly makes an appearance at the games themselves. And yet, he'll put down abhorrent amounts of money to purchase a victor for weeks on end. It's that last reason, in particular, that Birdie is here tonight, playing Amara Bennett, the perfect daughter of Augustine Bennett (although they both know it is just an act) at his gala.

"Mister Hrodvitnir." She gives Mister Hrodvitnir a courtesy in a dress that feels more suited for someone like Jun than her, Birdie. "Amara Bennett– it's not everyday my father receives you as a guest."

[fireborned]

↳ @hiddcnhorizcns continued from here for tracker purposes.

Her gaze immediately lifted to the sky where the dragon soared overhead. Her lips parted slightly in awe as she watched powerful wings slice through the air, her scales catching the fading sunlight and casting fleeting glimmers of light across the camp. The creature moved with a grace that seemed almost impossible for something so immense, and Amara felt her breath catch in her throat. Wide, crystal-blue eyes followed the dragon's descent, curiosity and fascination dancing across the woman's face. She had heard tales of dragons before—stories whispered in the quiet halls of her home, where they were spoken of as both fearsome and majestic—but seeing one in flesh and scale was entirely different. Her heart thudded in her chest, caught between wonder and a timid sense of unease. Amara turned at the sound of his voice, her gaze sharp and assessing as it swept over him. She had learned long ago to study before speaking—to weigh her words, her actions, her very presence. This man, Kael, carried himself with a quiet power that felt distinctly different from his brother's looming shadow, even if she had only a vague recollection of the latter. The dragon behind him was impossible to ignore, a majestic, intimidating creature whose presence filled the air with a palpable hum of energy. Her lips pressed into a thin line, the question forming in her mind even as she carefully unfolded it. His words hung between them like the sea mist, heavy and uncertain. A faster way to the reach. She allowed her eyes to drift to the beast resting lazily on the sand, as if the idea of carrying her was no more than an afterthought. “She’s beautiful,” Amara murmured, taking a hesitant step forward, her bare feet sinking into the sand. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself, more out of nervous habit than cold, though the breeze carried a sharp chill. The dragon’s tail shifted with a slow, almost playful motion, and yet Amara felt the air sharpen with danger. This was no gentle offer. “I see.” Her voice came soft, though there was an edge beneath it—a steel honed by years of courtly lessons and quiet defiance. “And what do you think, my lord? That I should trust myself to your dragon? To you?” Her head tilted slightly, the faintest shadow of a smile brushing her lips, though it didn’t reach her eyes. It wasn’t an outright refusal, nor was it a submission. Amara knew the weight of what this moment demanded. She had spent her life navigating precarious tightropes between diplomacy and defiance. Her answer would carry consequences, whatever it was. She let her gaze linger on the dragon for a beat longer, then returned it to Kael, her crystal-blue eyes locking with his. “You must forgive me if I seem cautious. I have been traded away like a pawn on a board, and the pieces around me remain… unfamiliar.” There was no malice in her words, only truth, her tone steady as she met his expression head-on. A pause, the wind catching at her cloak and sending it billowing behind her. Her fingers tightened briefly on its edges, grounding herself. “But,” she added, quieter now, “if this is your way of extending kindness, I will not refuse it. Perhaps it will serve us both to move forward with some… trust.” Her words carried an unspoken challenge, as much for herself as for him. Trust was not something she gave freely, but she understood the necessity of survival in these new, uncharted waters. She stepped forward, her bare feet brushing against the cool sand, stopping just short of the shadow Thalindra cast upon the ground. “So,” she said, lifting her chin, “how does one ride a dragon, Lord Kael?” The faintest flicker of wry amusement touched her expression now, a crack in the solemn mask she wore. “Or is that another test altogether?”

[one-patient-soul]

[* Eventually, Athena tracks down Amara, spotting them being questioned by a larger bird monster - a Hawk in specific - clearly a guard, basing on the armor,] [* She couldn't hear much, but would eventually chime in.] "Hey, leave my kid alone, will you? Whatever you're accusing her of doing, it's probably fake." [* She snapped at the guard - who gave her one look, sighed, and trudged off.]

W-Wait what are you-

[Almost immediately catching onto Athena’s plan, she turns to the guard.]

W-Well would you look at that! There’s my mom!