#amcrcs

[sculmatcs]

@amcrcs replied to your post:….guys.. i wanna make another character

Well you could always try it and then if you start to get overwhelmed drop them?

Yeah, maybe. it’s a good idea for sure. i just don’t know who i would take up tbh lol

[ofsunliight-blog]

{ @amcrcs - closed starter } The days in Forks seemed excruciatingly long — especially for one like him who had become so accustomed to doing as he pleased, when he pleased, where he pleased. The sudden limitations imposed upon him by the faltering of his own abilities…there were no words adequate enough to express the depths of his frustration, his rage. He felt trapped, powerless, and he detested it. The opportunity to watch the Volturi suffer was only a small consolation. His siblings were no better off than he was – although… given his rather unique situation, perhaps that wasn’t entirely accurate. The specifics, however, hardly mattered. They all suffered. When the time came that the cause of this disturbance was revealed? They would be made to endure every ounce of pain that had been inflicted upon his siblings — multiplied tenfold. Thoughts of revenge kept him so occupied that it was several moments after he’d entered that he first realized the presence of a scent that didn’t belong. One with which he was intimately familiar…but one he had never expected to be found in his family’s home. Racing to his sister’s chambers, the place at which the scent seemed to be the most concentrated, his gaze darted about before he exhaled breathlessly: “ Aiden was here. ” And yet, Amara, it seemed, was not. His brows furrowed, and he turned to leave, head to his own section of the manor, only to find his path blocked. He’d not heard her approach. The fluctuations in his capabilities seemed to be worsening. “ Amara, love, ” he started, covering his surprise with a lazy smirk. “ I do hope you were able to exercise enough restraint not to maim our guest, earlier. ”

[volturileader-blog]

amara + 61

Amara + Fairy Tale 

Once upon a time, a beautiful man met a beautiful woman. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he was under her spell. Utterly enchanted by her golden hair, flowing long and loose over her icy-pale shoulders. But it was her crimson eyes that enchanted him most; they were mirrors of his own. 

She moved with such grace he couldn’t be sure she was real. She was like a fairy queen, bestowing her magic touch on any who fell into her path. He had found her quite accidentally, but perhaps she was meant to find him. 

They met first in the woods, among the quiet, dark trees. He was dripping with the blood of his latest kill, his eyes as red as the dark stains running in rivulets down his arms. This was how he met such a beautiful creature, but rather than turn from him, she joined him. She was neater, not a drop of blood out of place, and though he had been the one to hunt down their meal, he felt privileged to share it with her. He was clearly unworthy, but she bestowed her gifts on him anyway.

For a hundred years, they traveled the world together. He doted on her, lavished her with praise befitting the queen she was. He dared to call her his, whispering her name over and over as they lay together. “My Ama,” he would say, half-demanding, half-pleading. She had such power over him. She owned him completely, and he let himself be owned. She was a queen, and he her lover, never her king. 

But time was cruel to the lovers. Time made his heart grow cold, yearn for something more than his fairy-queen. Through time, he began to see the cracks in her magic, the moments where her smile would slip away into a scowl that was anything but regal. Time showed him the folly of his devotion. She was no queen, and though he loved her, this disappointment plagued him. 

One day, while traveling in a town, he saw a princess. Lost, and hiding her true nature behind simple clothes and a small smile. But the closer he looked, the more he saw the princess, her true heart, her star-like soul. And he knew, this was the royalty he had sought. But it was a royalty he could have only if he claimed his own.

So he told the fairy-queen. That he was no mere servant, but a king. The princess had struck a chord in him, showed him the very nature of his own existence. So he took her for a bride, and bid farewell to the fairy-queen. He could no longer live in her kingdom, for he had his eyes set on his own.

They all lived, long and without fear of death, but they did not live happily ever after. Not at all. 

send me a number and a character, get a drabble! [in the loosest sense of the word lol]