In my dreams; You love me back

Amara Ahn. Closed Indie RP. Not affiliated with RV or SM Ent.

[msqxara]

petals & brushes

exploring the government side with @msqhana

"I'm sorry," Amara's voice was softly apologetic, bowing sheepishly at the lab coat-clad assistant that was providing her with the list of the exercises she could try for the day. Her rose vines seemed to sense her distress because they trailed from where they had climbed up the columns to drift towards her, like a pet assuring their master and roses bloomed in abundance as the vines draped around her shoulders. Whereas before she could only grow them in paths that were natural, ever since she was invited as guest, the helpful lab people had showed her how to "speak" with her powers.

"I do not think I could do what you ask," Her eyes were wide and pleading. "But I can try later? When---!" All of a sudden the rose vines around her seemed to tighten in distress as Amara drops to the ground clutching her head. A ringing that was so loud she could only clutch her temple, not hearing the voice of the other that just entered the lab.

"Please~!" She whimpered towards the side of the voice, eyes screwed shut in pain.

[msqxara]

[ DISPLAY ]

"Oh, that's neat Alex!" Amara clapped daintily, brown eyes wide with visible adoration, head snapping back and forth from the spot where he had disappeared from and where he now materialized. "Does it make you dizzy when you do that?" She asks the question with genuine curiosity. It was always fascinating to her to see others with special "blessings" as their daddy always said. Even Bella's blessing was amazing, even if her twin didn't really believe she had any. Her own blessing wasn't as cool as Alex's, but she liked the flowers that she was able to grow easily, they were like her little friends. "Can you bring others with you?"

[msqxara]

" My love is like a red rose, it may be beautiful now, but my sharp thorns will hurt you,"

[rvsirene]

Feel My Rhythm- Irene ♡

[soulrph]

powerful prompts pt. 2

so i made a list of generic power prompts a while back, and i had a recent inspirational moment, so here we go again! many people sent in wonderful ideas for this, but they were so good and so full of potential for new memes that i’ll revisit them later! as always, with the action memes, please add “REVERSE” to let the receiver know if you want the roles reversed!

ACTION PROMPTS.

[ GLOW ]:     sender’s eyes begin to glow as a result of them preparing to use their powers.

[ BLEED ]:     sender’s nose begins to bleed as a direct result of them using their powers.

[ RADIANT ]:     preparing to use their powers, the sender’s skin begins to glow as they summon their power.

[ KILL ]:     while in full view of the receiver, sender uses their powers to kill someone.

[ SAVE ]:     sender uses their powers to save the receiver’s life from immediate and otherwise inevitable danger.

[ DEFEND ]:     in order to defend themselves from potential harm, the sender prepares to use their powers to fight the receiver.

[ PROTECT ]:     in order to protect the receiver from harm, the sender uses their powers to keep them safe and erase the threat.

[ DISPLAY ]:     sender tentatively displays a small amount of their power to show a curious receiver what they can do.

[ TEACH ]:     sender arrives at receiver’s doorstep to teach them how to use their newly discovered powers.

[ FEAR ]:     sender unleashes their powers in a massive way as a result of feelings of fear.

[ WARNING ]:     as a warning shot to keep the receiver away from them, the sender releases a quick, brief blast of their powers.

[ GRIEF ]:     having recently suffered a massive loss that causes huge feelings of grief, the sender releases a huge wave of their power.

[ RAGE ]:     overcome with sheer anger, sender unleashes their power on a massive, uncontrollable scale in front of the receiver.

[ LOST ]:    sender uses their powers to the point of losing control, unable to stop, forcing the receiver to try and intervene to limit the damage.

[ CALM ]:     witnessing the receiver losing control of their powers, sender frantically calls to them to try and keep them calm and in control.

[ COLLATERAL ]:     while using their powers in a reckless and possibly uncontrolled way, sender accidentally and severely wounds the receiver.

[ DEVASTATION ]:     sender arrives on scene to find the receiver, having recently lost control of their abilities, surrounded by the consequences. ( i.e. telekinetics surrounded by broken objects, pyrokinetics surrounded by scorched buildings etc. )

[ CONSEQUENCE ]:     having just unleashed a massive wave of their powers, sender regains consciousness to discover that the receiver has been fatally wounded as a direct result of their power.

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ you know, it’s really difficult to explain injuries to a doctor when those injuries are caused by literal magic… ”

“ i… i’ve never been able to do that before… ”

“ no, no, uh… something’s wrong. it’s… my powers. my powers are gone. i can’t find them, they’re not… they’re not there anymore. ”

“ you have no idea what i’m capable of! ”

“ i… i’ve hurt people, before. i didn’t mean to. but i did. i lost control, and… i can’t let that happen again. ”

“ you need to lie low for a while. using your powers the way you’ve been using them… people are starting to take notice. ”

“ and why the hell should i be hiding, huh? why should i hide what i can do? it’s time the world knew, perhaps… that there’s gods among them. ”

“ i know about what you can do. i’m not blind, you know. i’m also not an idiot. i’ve known for a long time. ”

“ don’t give me that, okay? great power, great responsibility… it’s a load of bullshit. i never asked for this power, okay? i didn’t want this. i have it, and that’s not my fault. i just wanted a normal life! ”

“ you’ve seen what i can do when i lose control… i can’t let that happen again. “

“ you have powers, too, right? “

“ how long have you had them? how… how have you been able to control your powers so well that nobody knows you have them? “

“ people always expect us to be the heroes, don’t they? i figure it’s wishful thinking. manifestation, right? keep hoping the people who can destroy the world with a snap of their fingers, might just be good enough to want to save it instead… “

“ i heard that you have powers. and… i was hoping, maybe you could teach me how to use mine? “

“ together, if we combine what we can do… we would be unstoppable. “

“ people say they’d give anything to do what we can do. until they can do it, that is. then, they’d give even more to not be able to do it anymore. “

“ what do you mean? what’s wrong with your powers? “

“ i love you. not your powers, not your fame. you. “

“ we… we shouldn’t be together. not after tonight. those men wanted you dead because you know me; we were lucky that i was there to stop them. but… loving me, being with me… it puts a target on your back. and i won’t always be around to protect you. “

“ i don’t know how i’m able to do these things, so how the hell do you expect me to know how to control them?! “

“ don’t start what you can’t finish, kid. i’ve had my powers a lot longer than you have. it would be a very quick fight. “

“ i… i hurt those people? oh my… i could’ve destroyed the whole city if you hadn’t stopped me! “

“ how do i know that i’m in love with you for real? how do i know you’re not using your magic powers to make me think that i love you? “

“ don’t say that. you can’t know that, okay?! how do you know i’m not casting a magic spell on you to make you pretend that you love me? “

“ that’s not all i can do… would you like me to show you more? “

[rvsirene]

The prettiest princess ♕

[skysxng]

msqxara​:

(…)

“Who…” Her voice sounded muffled as if spoken through a great distance, despite the fact that she was right before the beautifully-clad woman. “..are you?”

“My name is Ying.” She smiled. “And you are Amara.” That was one of the few pieces of information she managed to pick up from the whispering wedding crowd. As the dream continuously looped, she was able to spend some time with each of the guests to figure out what they know. Unfortunately, dreams often reflected subconscious thoughts and desires, which meant less details.

"You suffered a multitude of physical injuries, which put you in a comatose state. For many years now you’ve been unconscious.” Ying shut her eyes for a moment, focusing on the unseen bell that was ringing in the real world beside her ear. That was her channel back.

Putting down the still lit candle on her bed, Ying picked up the photo that was taken by one of the younger agents. It featured the hospital Amara currently stayed at, the building walls currently covered by beautiful roses. Once upon a time, there were only a few small rose bushes at the bottom of one side of the building. Since Amara was transferred there, the flowers grew at impressive speed, crawling up to the roof and cloaking the walls with crimson petals and prickly thorns. None of the staff complained, for the scent the roses gave off was pleasant and soothing, something to appreciate after a long day.

“We have good care staff, Amara, and thus we have carefully maintained your body, just waiting for you to wake up.” She returned her focus to the dream, and took the bride’s hands. “There are limits to everything, however, and despite our best efforts, your time is running out. Don’t let your body waste away. Wake up and come with me. Whatever…whoever it is you are looking for, you won’t find him in here.”

[msqxara]

"Hello...Ying." Amara found herself replying, because politeness must be given to strangers. At least that was what she was taught. "I...do not understand." Her brow was furrowed, blinking as she heard Ying speak but could not process what she exactly she was saying. This was her wedding, and it was the happiest day of her life.

Wasn't it?

"Wake up?" Amara echoed and she looked down on her bare arms. She swore she was holding a beautiful bouquet a few minutes ago...and her guests...

The dream shifted again, there was that screaming and the smell of smoke sharp in the air. Where was Alex??

"Where's Alex?" She found herself echoing, stepping back from this unnaturally beautiful woman as if she were dangerous. It didn't seem right that she was here, the guests at her wedding never talked to her before. Something was wrong. Alex was supposed to be here. He was supposed to---

Not only Alex but...Amara tried to turn, but the heavy skirts of her wedding dress seemed to weigh her down like weights. "Arabella..." She spoke the name of another she could barely remember. Arabella. Bella. She would set things right. Wouldn't she?

"You may leave now. You're not invited." Amara tried to speak in a firm voice but it came out quavering, soft and scared.

[nxmbervii]

msqxara​:

(…)

“A—pple.” The first name pops up in Adrian’s mind and the grimace almost surfaced, quickly morphing into a smile again. It was dumb, but the name was already out there. Even dumber if they pretended they didn’t say it. “I don’t think we’ve met before, not like this anyway.” A soft laugh and gentle touch on his knee as if to divert his attention.

“Apple?” He chuckled. So his father wasn’t the only one who was terrible at giving out names, then. 

The bit of alarm raised in his alcohol dosed head faded with his laughter. Jiho’s eyes turned soft and warm as he took Miss Apple’s hand. “Do you want to get out of here?” The bar was loud, and if the intention was there already for both of them, why waste any more time?

The night breeze was cool as they walked along the emptying street, fingers laced. It was getting late, and people who had homes to return to rushed to do so. Jiho looked up at the moon, trying to remember what it was like when he had that unconventional family. 

“You really do remind me of someone.” And that marked the second time in the night he said that. 

They didn’t go to a hotel and instead, ended up in some empty apartment. High rise, big windows, kind of nice. Jiho provided the woman no introductions of their surroundings because regular citizens were uncomfortable with breaking and entering. Let’s face it, though, the Chinese business man who owned this apartment along with seventeen others in this city won’t miss it for a single night. Jiho learned exactly which places were empty on which days and where the spare keys were, just in case he didn’t feel like crashing at the Rebellion base. 

With his flip flops left at the door and leopard print jacket draped over a chair, Jiho looked more normal. The next thing that he took off were his blue sunglasses, so he could have a closer look at dear Apple as he hooked his index finger under her chin. 

“Do you need another drink? Some water?” The bathroom. Whatever. He was asking if there was anything else that she needed before they dive into the main event, hopefully before he sobered up or passed out. Sometimes he couldn’t tell which it was going to be.

[msqxara]

Was it really that easy? Adrian tried not to show the surprise on their face when Alex extended the invitation to get out of the bar. If Adrian had realized this was how quickly Alex let his guard down these days, he would have approached him ages ago and not go through the long, tedious ass process of joining the rebellion, making him useful to the leader. Hell, the tight black dress did more progress for Adrian's revenge than all the times they spent tracking Alex down. Or maybe it was Amara's face. There was a reason why their old father chose her to be one of Alex's wives.

Adrian was mostly silent as they followed Alex to whatever hidey-hole he was staying at. The shapeshifter half-expected a rundown apartment, to match the lopsided way he was dressed, so the impressed look on the face he wore wasn't all that fake. It would be no trouble at all to break into the place if this particular night didn't go as planned.

"I'm trying not to be hurt that you wouldn't remember me if we met before." Trying not to bounce at the balls of their feet, Adrian watched as Alex basically divested all his layers in front of them, skipping their usual sweep of a room to look for an exit. They were so close, all those months of plotting and planning. Just a bit longer...

Eyes flew wide when he was suddenly before Adrian, their height difference much more pronounced in this form, as they had divested the high heels. Being barefoot wouldn't be a problem of shoving something sharp in Alex's jugular, but his sudden appearance in their personal bubble...for a moment Adrian was speechless.

Those fingers under their chin, Adrian played the part of a breathless, smitten hook up well--despite the fact that Amara probably would never be caught in such a state with Alex. It was a good thing he didn't remember then.

"Just you," Sly, a fake-shy smile, the kind Adrian remembered dear old Amara would give truthfully bloomed across the borrowed face. Leaning up, Adrian closed the gap between them, inviting his ex to come closer.

[skysxng]

melancholy.

The windows were open, allowing for breezes to enter and push back the heavy curtains to reveal the bright moon sitting against the night sky. The city slept soundly, unaware of the fact it was being watched, listened to. She sat cross-legged on her bed, silk clad ankles folded neatly one over the other. In one hand she held a flickering candle, and in her other hand was a bell. Ying focused her gaze on the tiny flame that danced above the silver candle, and rang the bell with a steady hand.

An ominous sound, her nanny once said, before she knew any better. It came from the basement like a devil was calling all the lost souls to hell. Ying told her she was overthinking. There was no devil, only a monster with a pretty smile.

Her eyes glowed a bright blue and the walk began. Through the city she moved, but not a single footstep was to be heard. It took her no time at all to find darling miss Amara. Her dream featured flowers and a veil, sweet voiced children singing and piano music in the background. Ying sat in a fitted gown of her own, accepting a glass of wine that tasted too good to be true.

Her appearance always changed to fit in with the dream, just so she would not be easily discovered. Dreams revealed a great deal about a person, and she was often happy to just be there in the background, learning everything without making her intrusion known. In this case she was a wedding guest, and four times now this dream looped, without little Amara ever looking her way. Poor girl was too distracted by her love, the groom, who always ended up fleeing before he lifted the veil.

“You have been sleeping for a long time, you know.” Her voice was gentle, but clear. The wedding scene halted, along with its artificial happiness. Ying walked up to the bride, gloved hands tenderly lifting her veil. “Such a lovely girl,” she smiled, her compliment very much earnest. “The most beautiful bride.” The blurry faced groom stood behind them, back turned towards the altar, on his way out once again.

“There is no point in staying here by yourself. Whatever it is that you have lost, let me find it for you.” Ying offered. “I can help you.”

[msqxara]

The dream always started the same. Amara loved her dress. The soft white fabric as delicate as sea foam, wrapped around her delicate frame like a gentle embrace. The skirts were full, perfect for the kind of dancing she expected to be able to do at the reception. In her hands were delicate roses, full-bloomed, with velvety petals wafting their sweet scent over her.

Her veil had hidden her face from view from the congregation, but the dream always started the same. She was a bride and this was her wedding. She didn't know why, but her feelings were so clear too. Anticipation and excitement but with just the faintest traces of dread. She ignored the dread at first, the first few times she had this dream, but she could never fully shake it off.

Especially since the dream started to shift and whenever it was her turn for the veil to be lifted, the sound of shattering glass and a high pitched scream seemed to echo into the air and pain..intense pain would shoot straight to her heart until the dream looped again.

Amara was stuck in this dream every night. She had began to think that the only way for her to get out of it was to see her groom's face. He was supposed to save her from this torment. Marrying him was her salvation...wasn't it?

It didn't occur to her that her dream had shifted until the woman spoke. She blinked balefully, confused at hearing a voice within her dream. For so long it had only been her, as vivid as this dream was, there usually was no sound save for that scream in the end.

"Who..." Her voice sounded muffled as if spoken through a great distance, despite the fact that she was right before the beautifully-clad woman. "..are you?"

[nxmbervii]

msqxara​:

(…)

“Think you can pick your jaw up from the floor to entertain little ol’ me?”

A name. 

This was a perfectly reasonable request, but troublesome considering his career. Now, which name could he provide? Which name wasn’t on a wanted poster somewhere?

“You can call me Seven if you want. I was the seventh kid in my family.” A little brat picked up lovingly from the trash bin. You have to give it to Jiho’s parents - they really didn’t want him to live, or they could have dropped him off at a church or a temple. He wondered what about him that was so detestable upon first sight. What made a mother look into his eyes and say go to hell. 

That nickname brought back a wave of memories. He remembered all the kids standing in the hall, surrounding one man they all somewhat loved and feared. The man had a warm smile, but the coldest eyes. He petted their heads with ringed fingers, one of which he had passed onto his favorite son. To this day, Jiho wore it - silver, beautiful, no longer heavy with responsibilities but with guilt.

Directing his gaze back to the woman’s face, a sudden hint of clarity entered Jiho’s eyes. “You look familiar,” he admitted. Through the drunken haze he couldn’t remember who, but anyone from his past was bad news, no matter how pretty they were. Despite all of his questionable behaviors, Jiho had survival instinct, or else he would have been buried a long time ago. “What is your name?”

[msqxara]

Seven. Now that was a nickname Adrian hadn't heard in years. They didn't even think about it until Alex introduced himself as such. Just the tie to their shared childhood was enough for Adrian to focus. Any qualms he might have had at pursuing his revenge went out the window and they shift in the bar seat in order to face him better and for the male to get a look at Amara's body dressed in the tiny dress.

Blood red lips curling into one of amusement, they let the given nickname fall from Amara's lips. "Seven. Does that mean you have six other brothers just as gorgeous are you?" Adrian leans forward just to get into the other male's space, but also so Alex could get a whiff of that perfume. Maybe it was a good thing Alex was drunk, less work for Adrian. They didn't think they were doing a great job at seduction. It was a good thing Amara had always been pretty.

"A---pple." The first name pops up in Adrian's mind and the grimace almost surfaced, quickly morphing into a smile again. It was dumb, but the name was already out there. Even dumber if they pretended they didn't say it. "I don't think we've met before, not like this anyway." A soft laugh and gentle touch on his knee as if to divert his attention.

[aestheticbroker]

—  ❛❛  //  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝙿𝚈  𝚆𝙷𝙾  𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿𝙴𝙳  𝙼𝙴.  ( a  collection  of  one-liners  from  the  2018  film,  the  spy  who  dumped  me.  please  substitute  pronouns  as  needed. )

❛ you’re such a fucking freak. i love you. ❜ ❛ she’s ordering a custom cocktail. i’m going to kill myself. ❜ ❛ my boyfriend dumped me in a text message. how do i explain that ? ❜ ❛ you’re fucking dead to me. ❜ ❛ you know, you have face like doll. ❜ ❛ can you use your aggressive masculinity for good instead of for evil ? ❜ ❛ fuck you, you worthless nutsack. i’m setting your shit on fire. ❜ ❛ your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find the worst song on the jukebox. ❜ ❛ this is how people get shoved into the back of sketchy vans, right ? ❜ ❛ did you get the dick pics that i forwarded you ? ❜ ❛ my mom wants to know if you’ve ever with an uncircumcised guy. ❜ ❛ i know you’re a spy. ❜ ❛ some bad people are after me and now they’re after you too. ❜ ❛ a lot of innocent people are gonna die unless we get this where it needs to go. ❜ ❛ we are not hiding in a fucking pilates plus ! ❜ ❛ no police. we’re not doing police because i killed someone. ❜ ❛ okay. fair enough. it’s both our faults. ❜ ❛ i told you where he was gonna be and you fucking killed him ! ❜ ❛ do you wanna die having never been to europe or do you wanna go to europe and die having been to europe ? ❜ ❛ this is a sign. our passports are still here from our road trip to tijuana. ❜ ❛ people are trying to kill us we’re not parking in fucking lot c. ❜ ❛ don’t be nervous. people get caught when they’re not confident. ❜ ❛ we gotta get rid of our phones. bad guys can track us even if they’re off. ❜ ❛ have you heard mambo’s one through four ? they’re fantastic. ❜ ❛ the same guy that called 7-11 sushi ‘ japanese food ‘ ? ❜ ❛ if you were here to protect me you wouldn’t be pointing a gun at me. ❜ ❛ can we just take a second to appreciate you ? ❜ ❛ i wish he were alive so i could get some answers and then i would tell him to fucking die. ❜ ❛ you’re all over the papers ! i’m so proud of you. ❜ ❛ did you colour your hair ? you look like a princess. ❜ ❛ i’m a semi-professional at this point. ❜ ❛ i think i could be a real help to this operation. ❜ ❛ this is insane. have you ever felt more alive ? ❜ ❛ just don’t die, okay ? i would die without you and then we’d both be dead. ❜ ❛ we have a real life judi dench in our midst. ❜ ❛ i have so much respect for you that it’s circled back to objectification. ❜ ❛ i had braces for nine years. my orthodontist published a paper. ❜ ❛ remember, the best place to hide is somewhere full of suspicious people. ❜ ❛ there’s one thing mightier than the pen, and it’s called a fucking handgun ! ❜ ❛ you know, i was gonna drive home but now i think i might drive into a wall. ❜ ❛ there’s a simple solution. it’s called lying. ❜

[nxmbervii]

msqxara​:

(…)

Sitting on the bar, crossing one leg gracefully over the other, Adrian took a sip of the fast emptying glass, waiting for their ex-fiance to make a move.

Assessing drunkeness level. 

Pending…Pending…Completed.

Conclusion - useless for everything else but having sex should not be a problem, because let’s face it when was that ever a problem for him?

Unfortunately, with his head swimming and his eyes blurry, most of Jiho’s typical pick-up lines were lost to him. He strained to keep his eyes focused on the hottest babe in the bar as he dug through his brain for anything to open the conversation. Then, either his face was going to do the rest or it won’t? What? Jiho was simply being realistic. If he wasn’t born hot would he be able to live his life dressed like a clown and still get laid? The world was fair in that regard - it gave him an insane childhood but a pair of pretty eyes to go with it. 

“Help,” he said when he eventually remembered a line. “I can’t breathe.” He really fucking can’t, actually, the chick he woke up next to this morning really had no idea how to do a tie and he didn’t have the heart to call her an idiot or redo her twenty-minutes of hard work. Deep down Jiho was a huge softie, but who’s surprised? “Because looking at you takes my breath away.”

[msqxara]

It took all of Adrian's effort not to visibly roll their eyes at Alex's---Ji Ho's antics. Looking like a tipsy mannequin, eyes bloodshot, is this what the supposed great leader had been reduced to? If he weren't so angry with him, Adrian could have been inclined to sympathize.

But that was the past, and they had a mission to complete. So with utmost care, Adrian let Amara's face smile, that one that he had practiced enough in the mirror until he got it right, that smile that seemed to beckon and entice all at once.

"Careful, I can't have you dying on me without even telling me your name." A soft giggle escapes as slim fingers fiddled with the earring on one ear, thereby drawing attention to that smooth décolletage this tight-ass dress was meant to display.

"Think you can pick your jaw up from the floor to entertain little ol' me?"

[msqxara]

bad boy

(@msqxadr using Amara's face) w/ @nxmbervii

It was hard to believe, but Adrian had been waiting for years for this. Alex wasn't the easiest person to track, and Adrian had to credit the fact that he knew the man from childhood to recognize some of his patterns---which was hardly any pattern at all. He could have approached him earlier, but he knew that it would benefit him more if he was prepared.

Which was why they were wearing her face for this approach. Granted, Amara's current outfit was never something the little flower girl would ever wear, tight dress, high heels, red lips. But then again, Alex never spent too much time around Amara to really get to know her. Adrian had the benefit of remembering just how much Amara really adored Alex, as dumb a reason that was, which would help them to sell this bit.

Sitting on the bar, crossing one leg gracefully over the other, Adrian took a sip of the fast emptying glass, waiting for their ex-fiance to make a move.

[idolspics]

[imyourjoyy]

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