#amara;

[skyhouseddd]

[finity-andbeyond]

drama! en la iglesia |*\

[bonita and ocean emerge from church after a long service, the youngest Waters having found his way to the snack table afterward, while his mother socialised and poke to the priest. he had very little interest in church, but t made her happy that he went so he would continue to, if only for the free donuts. either way, he was halfway through his concha when his older brother suddenly appeared, and he eyed him warily, but didn’t say anything past ‘Hi, Infinity.’ to which he earned a grunt. Fin had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and he was wearing the same outfit he’d worn the day before. he’d been begrudgingly forced into coming to help with groceries, but under duress and only under the understanding that he would not be coming to church. bonita looked around as he touched her arm and murmured to her that they should get going, to which she nodded her agreement and began bidding her farewell to the priest]

                                                                                                                @amaranicole​

[lovclyamara]

⏤ ( abigail cowen. 22. cisfemale + she/her. ) new rome doesn’t wait for anyone, amara loughty, child of aphrodite with the power of charmspeak. it must be your third year here because of your impatient attitude about classes starting again, but i bet your professors appreciate your passionate nature in the classroom while you study poetry. after class, you’ll always sacrifice your raspberry macarons in the dining hall, and if people can’t find you, they should try checking the garden of bacchus or by looking for heart-shaped latte art, collared blouses, stacks of classic literature & red candles. good luck this year, amara.

BIOGRAPHY

Amara Loughty's journey began in the hustle and bustle of New York City, raised by a single father entrenched in the world of Wall Street. Though surrounded by material comforts, the warmth of familial love eluded her in her formative years. Amara's primary companion was her nanny, who played a more significant role in her upbringing than her father. From a young age, Amara faced high expectations set by her father, creating a framework that has persisted into her college years. It appeared that he desired her to embody the qualities of her mother, Aphrodite, fostering a sense of pressure and anticipation within Amara. Book smart and passionately driven, Amara possesses a considerate nature and a generous heart, juxtaposed with a strong-willed and stubborn demeanor. Despite her capability to wield the power of charmspeak – the ability to persuade others to do her bidding – she harbors an aversion to it, seldom utilizing this gift. Amidst her academic pursuits, Amara is a dancer at heart, having grown up immersed in the graceful world of ballet. The rhythm of pirouettes and the elegance of arabesques have been a part of her life's tapestry, providing both discipline and artistry. In her quest for knowledge and self-discovery, Amara delves into the realms of poetry, finding solace in the hallowed halls of the school library. The Garden of Bacchus, with its lush greenery, serves as a haven where she not only studies but also loses herself in the dance of words and the enchantment of literature.

HEADCANONS

While she will argue whether or not it is cliche, Amara's favorite book of all time is Pride and Prejudice. She can talk about Mr. Darcy for hours.

Her favorite color is dusty rose.

Her favorite ballet is Giselle.

She has a massive sweet tooth. She would eat dessert for every meal and never tire of a single brownie, cookie, ice cream, etc.

While she appreciates what her mother stands for, she isn't all that close to her. She will offer her food to the gods to show respect but that is about all she'll do.

She accidentally used her charmspeak on an unsuspected kid in high school and she never used it again. She hated how it made her feel.

Her favorite article of clothing is a worn out, periwinkle colored sweatshirt that she'd had for years now. She refuses to give it up despite the fact that holes have started to form in the sleeves.

CONNECTIONS

TBD!

[moonpierces]

[moonpierces]

Amara and Cole are technically “regents”, as their mother is high vampire queen of the highgarden winters. They both work in the museum Yoobin runs as museum curators, but have their own duties. Amara is a head of magic as high witch of Seoul and Cole is head of the Steel Wolves; his mother’s personal guard.

[ofblueflames]

Momentum *.

“You  didn’t  have  to  come,  you  know.”

Amara  doesn’t  usually  see  her  brother.  Cole  is  busy,  always  busy.  Hell,  he’s  spent  the  last  forty  years  in  Los  Angeles  and  given  up  his  spot  as  their  adopted  mother’s  second-in-command  to  Jinyoung,  her  boyfriend.  Her  brother  had  black  hair  the  last  time  she  saw  him,  and  the  two  of  them  standing  at  a  stand-in  grave,  she  can  see  that  her  brother  has  not  dyed  his  hair  back  to  its  natural  silver,  but  the  weariness  on  her  brother’s  shoulders  is  enough  to  have  her  worried  that  she  hadn’t  been  paying  attention.  

Right  now  they’re  really  trying  to  achieve  peace.  Their  mother  is  pregnant  again,  Sunhyeon  is  somewhere.  She  hasn’t  exactly  been  looking  for  her  brother.  He  seems  preoccupied.  And  now  that  they’re  all  back  in  the  same  city,  their  mother  has  been  placing  them  in  positions  of  power.  Sunhyeon,  Prince  of  Winter.  Amara,  Princess  of  Spring.  Cole,  Prince  of  Fall.  Their  sibling  will  be  the  Prince  or  Princess  of  Summer,  and  it’s  quite  fitting.  Cole  seems  to  have  gained  some  sort  of  regal  aura,  Amara  notes.  His  hair’s  grown  out  again,  falling  into  his  eyes.  How  he  even  thought  of  cutting  it  for  someone  else’s  pleasure  before  she  couldn’t  imagine.  Cole  was  always  the  chilly  brother  out  of  all  of  them,  but  despite  that  very  potent  chill,  he  was  such  a  good  man.  She’d  seen  that  when  he  adopted  his  children,  how  her  usually  stoic  brother  had  warmed  up  when  holding  a  baby.  

“No,  but  I  wasn’t  about  to  leave  you  alone.”  Her  brother’s  voice  is  gentle,  he’s  always  had  some  sort  of  gentleness  with  her.  He’s  prickly  with  Sunhyeon,  but  her  brothers  have  always  been  at  each  other’s  throats.  She’s  not  totally  sure  why.

They’ve  both  been  through  literal  hell  in  the  past  six  months.  And  she  won’t  be  mad  that  it  took  Maechang’s  death  to  bring  him  home,  she’s  just  glad  her  brother  is  back  and  that  Insu  gets  to  cling  to  ‘his  favorite  hyung’  again.  Cole’s  already  given  more  than  enough  approval  of  Jinyoung  without  much  thought,  too.  It’s  nice  to  have  some  feeling  of  normalcy,  now  that  she  thought  about  it.  Normalcy.  They’d  never  actually  had  that,  but  she’d  never  forget  the  look  on  Berry’s  face  when  she  saw  her  Uncle  for  the  first  time.  The  last  time  he’d  seen  Berry  she  was  just  an  infant  and  now  her  daughter  was  nearly  six.  “What,  are  you  worried  about  me  all  of  a  sudden?”

“When  am  I  not  worried  about  you,  Mara?”  Cole’s  dark  eyes  sparkle  with  a  gentle  mischief  and  she  gently  elbows  her  brother.  “Shut  it,  Colie.  Just  don’t  go  away  again.”  She  shook  her  head,  laying  a  flower  down  at  the  grave  along  with  Cole.  “She  didn’t  want  you  to  hear  her  die.  That’s  why  she  called  you  first.  She  didn’t  want  you  to  feel  guilty  that  you  were  cautious  about  getting  to  know  her  again.  She  loved  you,  she  was  okay  with  what  you  guys  had  going.  I  think  Mom  was  just  glad  that  you  were  open  to  it.”  She  admitted,  looking  at  her  brother.  It’s  weird  that  Damon  has  their  father’s  heart,  but  they’ve  both  felt  free  since  he  was  killed,  and  both  Hati  and  Skoll  have  left  them.  They  both  have  their  werewolf  blood,  but  it’s  nice  to  not  be  sharing  a  brain  with  a  feral  direwolf  anymore.  

“I  want  to  hope  she  doesn’t  hate  me.”  Cole  said  gently.  “I  mean,  I  don’t  think  she  does.  But  I  hope  she  knows  that  I  was  wanting  to  get  to  know  her  more,  especially  these  days.”  Amara  bit  her  lip,  nodding  her  head  and  grabbing  her  brother’s  arm.  “All  we  can  do  is  live  up  to  her  memory  and  make  her  proud,  Colie.”

[charliehamilt0n-blog]

charlie and amara

Name: Lenora Hamilton

Gender: Female

Personality: Lenora is a kind, quiet soul, who firmly believes in the good of every single person she knows. She tends to be quite stubborn when it comes to things she believes in. She’s a ball of sunshine, truly.

Special Talents: She’s on her school’s dance team.

Who they like better: Amara

Who they take after more: Amara

Personal headcanon: Charlie loved to show Lenora off when she was born, carrying her around the station, never wanting to put her down.

Face Claim: Olivia Holt

[greeksnfreaks]

✗ (#yolo)

Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth

A grumble of DEEP discontentment rips past Richard’s lips at the contact– he’d been taken off-guard. She knew how to sneak up on a guy, he’d give her that. Truthfully though, it wasn’t so much that it had beenunexpected that bothered him, as it was the fact that she’d cut him off when he’d been trying to tell her to ‘Fuck off’ because he wasn’t ‘in the mood for her shit today’ that did. [Honestly– the nerve of this woman…]

Large hands gripped her arms and TORE their lips apart just so, and he glared down at her, normally icy blue eyesHOT with anger. “–y’know...” He starts, gravelly voice LOWand monotonous, despite the irritation on his face.“You’re really fuckin’ annoying. –What is WRONG with you?”[That’s right, Richard. Keep pushing. Keep injecting the VENOM.]“–You’d think you’d leave a guy alone after he’s SO fuckin’,PURPOSELY, MEAN t’you.” Ah yes. There he goes. Purposely.He’d been purposely mean to her. It hadn’t ALWAYS been like that.He genuinely disliked her at first, given what she did to him. Butthen she kept coming back to him. She kept bothering him andrefused to leave him be. “--Why th’FUCK won’t you jus’ leave meth’fuck alone? Why d’you have to TRY so GOD DAMN HARD for?!”Their faces were still close; just inches apart as he RIPPED ather. Although… Anger seemed to be no longer prominent in his features; no– something else had taken hold of his eyes. Hurt? Sadness? — Desperation? Blue hues fall downward, away from her eyes. Nostrils flared,and lips pressed thinly, he shook his head at her and frowneddeeply. But then, though– the hands still wrapped around her arms tugged, just slightly, towards him once more. Placing themin the exact position as they’d been before. Lips abruptly clashed against hers, and coarse hairs tickled her delicate skin. He draw her closer, hands moving to grasp at her waist and lower back. Closer, closer– he should have been pushing her away. But he didn’t. The only time his lips left hers was for a second, enough time to gasp for air and almost WHISPER out a breathless ‘I hate you’. He didn’t though. He knew he didn’t… He just hated how she made him feel. —