#replies (amara)

[anexthetxc]

"I'm not the woman you're looking for. I was cleared of that months ago, go bother someone else if you're stirring up trouble."

[angelsdean]

minor thing but i always kind of found amara's decision to bring mary back, without even asking mary, kind of fucked? like she brings back mary as a "gift" to dean, and mary is thrown in the middle of nowhere, with no information, specifically because amara wants to teach dean a lesson. like. what she did wasn't kind. and this isn't like when other characters are resurrected from hell or something, she's being pulled out of heaven in her nightgown without any shoes in front of dean.

Yup i just made an addition to my earlier post here, talking about Amara's decision and the issues I have with it, so I won't get into it all again, but yea, I don't think Amara was doing a kindness to anyone. She was doing what so many cosmic beings have already done throughout the show, which is "play god" with the Winchesters' lives, because she decided this is something Dean "needs." But she's wrong. Dean didn't need to confront the realities of who is mother is, because he'd already done that. And while I think sure, Mary deserved to live, since her death was also an unfair Heaven-and-Hell orchestrated plot point, dropping Mary into a strange new world with zero context, was not a kindness either.

Also she isn't even dropped right in front of Dean. I recently re-watch 11x23 because it was playing on TV, and I was shocked to realize I too had misremembered the scene. She is dropped in a clearing in the woods! Alone! And she is so confused and she is shouting "Help! Help me!" and that's what alerts Dean, and thinking someone is in trouble he goes looking for this person, and then finds Mary. Like what the hell, Amara? Bringing Mary back and leaving her scared and confused in the middle of nowhere at night for Dean to find her? Honestly it's giving "drops Dean back into his grave and makes him crawl out" vibes. Which isn't a criticism on Cas (I've stated why I think Dean was put in his grave here) but a criticism on Heaven / cosmic beings who seem to treat humans as pawns and playthings. Like it's just shows no care for Mary at all, to put her in such a scary, disorienting situation. It would have been kinder to have her materialize right in front of Dean, at least. But still, all of it was just kinda fucked on Amara's part. Her reasons for doing it make no sense and her methods were also not great.

[redo-rewind-if]

Hi author! What if the MC's powers caused a time regression in the MC themselves and they regressed to when they were a child (with the memories of when they were a child) how would the ROs react to a kid MC? 😂 Would August kill a child?

Oooooh, this sounds like it'd be an absolute disaster. Nice! I'm gonna assume for the sake of this ask that the ROs recognize MC even as a kid and have a good relationship with them.

V: Calm on the outside, freaking the fuck out on the inside. Tries to reassure kid!MC that everything's going to be okay while V frantically calls all their contacts in an attempt to fix this right now. Winds up contacting MC's parents to take over while they have a breakdown in their office lol. Spends at least an hour just sitting with their head in their hands.

Amara: Would have fun with it! She just kind of assumes it's a temporary thing anyway so decides to see what little MC (so cute! she would probably pinch MC's cheeks lol) wants to spend the day doing. Absolutely takes some embarrassing childhood photo(s) at some point to tease MC with later once they're back to normal.

August: "No", and, "what the fuck?" is about the only thing going through August's head. He does not know how to take care of kids and would either A: dump kid!MC off on someone else, or B: do something stupid like try to teach MC how to shoot a gun. Because. Why not? MC needs better combat skills anyway.

(As for MCs who don't have a good relationship with August. Well, even when August wants you dead, he would never hurt a kid. Meaning the MC of this scenario would be safe... until the little hiccup with their powers is resolved anyway. 😅)

[diminuel]

I was wondering if you might show us the difference between the "Winchester" way and the "Amaran" way of tying a cravat since Dean has been so particular about it multiple times on your fic (which is amazing)?

Haha! I imagine that Cas' way of tying the cravat is not necessarily the Amaran way. It's just the excuse he uses for tying it sloppily. (But then again, a sloppy cravat is most likely fashionable among the young aristocracy of Amara. Just like the hair style that looks like you let the wind do all the styling work for you. It's rakish.)

Usually, Dean wouldn't wear a cravat in this style, but if you make a bow, then at least make it tidy! *lol*

Drew too much OP, I don't remember how to draw Cas, help.

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @evcrmre )

Jamie's breath got stuck in his throat, just for a second, the weight of Amara's confession settling between them like a live wire. He let the silence stretch, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat against his ribs, every nerve in his body suddenly tuned to the way she was still looking at him. Not moving, nor pulling back. Her words said one thing, but everything else? It was screaming something different. His gaze dropped to her mouth for just a split second before finding her eyes again. "You keep saying that, but you’re still standing right here." He took a slow step forward, closing that small sliver of space between them. Close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her, close enough to make her breath hitch. "And I'm not asking for promises," he continued, voice steady, but thick with something he couldn't quite name. "I'm just asking for honesty. You feel it... I feel it. Maybe it's wrong. Hell, maybe it's a mistake. But I'm not gonna pretend it's not there." His hand flexed at his side like he was holding himself back. "So, tell me... Do you want me to go?" The question lingered, heavy with the kind of tension that made it hard to breathe. His blue eyes stayed locked on Amara's, searching for the answer he knew she was probably too careful to say out loud. He could see it, the wariness, the hesitation, but beneath that, there was something deeper. Something that had been simmering for weeks. But then, he took a breath, a shaky exhale that broke the stillness. He ran a hand through his messy blond hair, stepping back just a fraction, enough to give her space to breathe. "Or," he started again, his tone softer but resolute, "We can forget I said anything. Get back to work. Focus on training... You know, what I'm actually supposed to be here for." He managed a small, almost self-deprecating grin. "You say the word, and we'll chalk this up to a lapse in judgment. Go back to normal." But even as he said it, his eyes lingered for a beat too long, voice carrying the weight of something unsaid. He meant it; he'd pull back if she wanted him to. But the question was... Did she?

[touchedbydestiny]

Shes taken it upon herself to set next to Amara with her phone out. "Hi. You're now watching videos with me. No protests."

amara stiffened as katherine plopped beside her. her brow furrowed, irritation flaring at the uninvited intrusion. "videos?" she echoed, her voice laced with unease, shifting to widen the gap between them. katherine’s proximity prickled her skin because amara cherished distance. "why pick me?" || @malka-lisitsa

[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?”

[alfea]

i feel like i’m constantly saying this but i really do miss lovestruck so much

[heehoee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANA I LOVE U SM UR SO SLAY <33333

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ILYSM MOREE KSKSKSK <333333

[prty4u]

☎

MASON & AMARA,

name: nip obsessed baby gorl ❤️ ringtone: i'm in love with you by the 1975 picture:

last text received: amara → missing you lots last text sent: mason → do you think mosquitoes get off on biting people mason → be honest

KAT & JAX,

name: dumbass 🤡 ringtone: the circus theme song picture:

last text received: jax → you're so pretty baby jax → i can't believe god created you and put you on this earth just for me last text sent: kat → what the fuck do you want

NATE & HAILEY,

name: wife 💍 ringtone: stargazing by the neighbourhood picture:

last text received: hailey → i won't hesitate to murder you in your sleep last text sent: nate → you should go see a therapist nate → it can't be healthy having this many personalities

SAVANNA & THEO,

name: spawn of satan ringtone: i hope ur miserable until ur dead by nessa barrett picture:

last text received: theo → so much for hating my guts huh ;) last text sent: savanna → if you see me check into a mental facility, mind your business savanna → and no, we won't be speaking about it ever again

[ofcosmicentity]

muselist. rules.

[anexthetxc]

"You have to go? Now?" Amara wouldn't let them. Who cared about work. She was ready to quit her job to stay with them one more morning without having to worry about the rest of the world -- they could wait. Moments like this where she was able to feel happy, truly happy, were rare, but they were becoming more and more frequent whenever they spent time together.

Amara rolled over so she was laying on top of them, playfully pinning them down so they couldn't go anywhere. "And what if I don't let you go to work?" she asked, holding firm in her position with the surprising amount of strength she hid so they couldn't wiggle free. "So you're a little late. Stay here a bit longer. With me," she added, the final words holding a bit more weight to them.

@n0chanxes // starter from Amara

[loversarcade]

❛ you must listen as closely as you can. ❜ ( amara / for anyone you're feeling! )

There were some moments in life that couldn't be ignored. Noah's gut was telling him that this was one of those times.

He looked around himself for a moment longer - taking in his surroundings and assessing the situation. The woman standing before him looked deceptively easy to - well, at least push out of his way if he wanted to escape. But, even still, the gut instinct was getting louder and louder.

"...Okay." Noah looked back to the stranger, body still tense. "I'm listening."

[gethxme]

continued from. @famekils

"i'm not sure if my pr team would approve the 'this bitch' part." he says with a smile, laughing softly. "don't think I'd come out on top with that one. it would be a great move for you though, very smart." he gives up, placing his phone face down beside him and turning to her. "are you trying to set me up?" the words are meant as a joke, his tone light and smile still present.

[thclastlight]

LOCATION: wherever amara is staying shfksjh FOR: @phantomtownx (amara)

"Come on, Hopie," Uriah urged his daughter, her little fingers enclosed in his as he helped her out of the car, "we're gonna give Amara the cookies we decorated. Remember 'Mara?" Making his way up the sidewalk, he balanced the plate of the sweets on his hip, releasing his daughter's hand just long enough to knock on the door. He would have left her at his mother's place, but since the bonfire and now the bowling alley event, Uriah's anxiety had been at an all time high. If he was going to be any comfort to his cousin, he needed to know for a fact his daughter was safe. "Amara," he called out, "it's Uriah. I wanted to see how you were doing. Hope and I made some cookies for you."

[taliawade]

Talia chuckled softly as she stood, brushing off her hands with a light laugh. "I know a great pizza place nearby, and I’m buying," she said, knowing the exact place with perfect pizza at this time. "You won’t regret it. Trust me, it’s my favorite, and you’ll see why once you taste it."

She paused, considering the question for a moment before answering, her voice lighter. "I’m not in the habit of inviting strangers out, but I figure there’s a first time for everything. Plus, it feels like the right thing to do."

@amarawash

Her dark curls bounced as she nodded, her eyes focused intently on the woman across from her. “I can see that,” she replied, standing up and brushing off her hands. A soft laugh only escaping her lips at the mention of the real danger here in town.

A part of her was taken aback by the invitation; she certainly hadn’t expected it, yet she felt an almost eager desire to accept. “Yeah, I’d be up for that,” she chirped. “Do you do this often? You know, inviting strangers out?”

@taliabrown