ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉ ˡᶦᵛᵉˢ

at some point, please click the link above. it will take you to my stats & verses pages.

I.   as stated above, this is an independent and headcanon based amneris from elton john & tim rice’s musical, aida. my portrayal of amneris is primarily in a reincarnated verse that is hinted by the end of the musical. amneris therefore will be called “AMIRA” in most threads and pieces of meta that reference this verse. i will write canon amneris, and i will put amira in other verses. the link to my verses page can be found above, which also links to amira’s stats. 

II.   this blog won’t place a high priority on graphics, icons, etc. if you do, that’s entirely fine! please be mindful when formatting replies; i don’t have great eyesight, and anything smaller than <sub> text or more than double spaced is hard for me to read/concentrate on. credit for my header, dash icon, and promo go to @70th, please go and commission them!

III.  please keep in mind, i am not egyptian, and my knowledge of ancient egypt or nubia is lacking. i will be doing research of course, but if there is something you think i could be doing differently, please feel free to tell me POLITELY. hate will be deleted.

IV.  speaking of politeness: if you have concerns about someone i’m writing with, talk to me off anonymous. any anon messages or vagues will be deleted and/or ignored, and if necessary i’ll turn off anon. i read all callouts that appear on my dash, and check out any dni linked in someone’s rules. i follow my own digression as far as who to follow or interact with, but they will be taken into consideration.

V.  i unfollow blogs that don’t follow me back after a week and softblock archived accounts. i don’t hardblock unless its a blog that makes me genuinely uncomfortable for one reason or anything; if this happens to you, please don’t message me on another account asking why. if you don’t want me following you, please hardblock me. i’m forgetful and tumblr glitches often; i’ll assume that you either moved accounts and i forgot to refollow, or that tumblr is acting up.

VI.   i am slow to respond to tumblr dms, and even slower to respond to discord. this has nothing to do with you or my interest in writing with you; i’m an anxious person, and i apologize! however, for my own sake, please don’t triple (plus) message me, it stresses me out. i understand that’s the way some people type, but it doesn’t make me respond to your messages any faster. thank you in advance!

VII.   overall, i’m here to have fun. sometimes i drop thread if i lose muse or i feel they are becoming repetitive, but that never means that i don’t want to write with you in the future! i can be piss poor with plotting tbh, but my dms are always open, and the best way to get my attention is via memes.

          open ( mutuals only ! )

               A gasp as eyes turned from stark white to their natural green, her body finally loosening up after being forced into a rigid stiffness by the intensity of the vision forced upon her. With a gasp, the others’ hands were taken into hers with an almost terrifying zeal. “You will have time to ponder this folly as you are devoured by worms and disease in the hell of burrowing maggots. A thousand years shall you suffer.”

❛ I’ve heard that it’s beautiful, that there’s so many pretty lights there. I want to go one day, to have a restaurant there would be a dream. ❜

@amnerise​​  liked  for  a  lyric/poetry  one  -  liner  !  

            ❝  some  days,  the  ache  is  so  heavy  &  i  cannot  feel  my  fingertips.  ❞

“’Course I do.” Her genuine, unbridled enthusiasm makes Dave grin. It’s nice to see someone doing something they love just for the sake of doing it; it’s a world away from what he does. Win at all costs, or else. For a split-second, he can’t help but wonder what a laid-back existence like Amira’s would be like, and he’s almost envious. But the grass is always greener on the other side, isn’t it?

“I think you’d look good in that dress.” He points at the sketch she singles out as her favorite. “Look, if you just design me a midnight blue tuxedo, we’ll be the talk of the town.” It’s an idle suggestion of sorts; when he wins another Player of the Year award, he’ll be sure to show up in something stunning. Maybe Dave has hung around Amira too long. “I don’t know anything about sportswear either. I just wear what the sponsors give me. I’m often told that my shorts are too short.” He grins. It’s only partially a joke.

she rebels the gleeful urge to hug her creations to her chest — no, amira won’t be hiding her creations. the sketchbooks is set down within dave’s eyeline before she hugs his arm in an act of gratitude and comradary. before releasing his arm, amira gently pats the top of his hand before collecting her notebook and setting it on her lap.  

“i’ve never someone to match with me before,”  she admits with a breathy laugh, as she tucks a curl behind her ear. well, that hasn’t stopped her “groupies” from trying, but they don’t do it out of a genuine love for her fashion tastes. they want to fit in, they desperately seek amira’s stamp of approval. ironically, it only makes her feel worse.