#amoret

[roguette]

emmrich: you are going to outlive me

amoret (astounded she made it to her 30s): umm..

[sarahtrolls]

-> It seems like Cielle is getting a message from someone! [DP]: Hello Cielle. It’s Amoret in case you don’t happen to remem⋈er my handle. [DP]: I’ve ⋈een depending on asking you this since I wasn’t sure how you’d feel. ⋈ut I was wondering if you’d like to join me for the 12th Perigee party that my theater hive holds every sweep. [DP]: I understand if you’d prefer not to come, or if parties aren’t really “your thing” as one would say. I just thought I’d ask you since well... You’re my friend!

>Cielle is so overwhelmed with emotion that she doesn't know what to say.

HD: i;w;;uold ;; llo;ev tgat;;;;;;; HD: ;w; ;w; ;w; HD: ghqnkyou for o;o;ffer;ign;;;

>She needs to go and have a cry about this.

[dreamwalking-cupid]

Pro!Hero Bakugo x F!YN finding out they are going to be parents?

Thank you for requesting! There were no other details so this is what I came up with!

notes; pre established relationship, you guys aren’t actively trying but you’re still on birth control just for help keeping you regulated-

Pro!Hero Bakugo x F!Y/N (reader)

Finding out they’re going to be parents

I imagine that Katsuki isn’t necessarily one to shy away from the responsibility of accidentally getting you pregnant, he knew you were both taking a risk without his use of condoms but it was something that you’d already talked through together extensively

You were already on birth control anyways, it helped keep your period regular and lessened the pain of cramps and aches that you usually got so there was at least one preventative measure in place

That also doesn’t mean you two are actively trying though, being a pro hero is demanding work and having a child is an enormous responsibility that you were both going to be definitely taking your time to even start attempting for one purposefully

And yet as we all know, birth control is never 100% effective;

A fact that was now echoing throughout your mind as you stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand that you could swear was staring back at you as if silently reminding you that you had already agreed to talk to Katsuki first if this ever happened

So gathering what courage you had, (which let’s be honest, was probably just adrenaline from the shock of the positive test) you made your way to the shared living space of your home that you’d both spent a long time building together where you knew you’d find him getting ready to wind down for the night

You eventually get it out and for a moment he’s stunned

Like full on sat there with his mouth slightly open as he tries to remember how to actually get the sound to come back to his voice

Once he’s processed it all he moves to immediately pull you into his arms and hold you close as he takes in your warmth, like he’s trying to make sure you’re actually here with him and that this isn’t just some figment of his imagination

Soon enough you’re both looking at anything and everything under the sun for your baby- he was number 4 on the charts and that was definitely more than comfortable enough for you both so adding a little one to the mix wouldn’t be hard on you financially

You better believe he’s making sure you’re eating good instead of “a bunch of crap that isn’t healthy for you or the baby” though it doesn’t stop him from occasionally caving just to stop you from getting upset at all-

You both also go to his parents and Inko to ask for advice after sharing the news, and when you guys did everyone was emotional in some way or another while he looked like he somehow accidentally set off a different bomb this time

All in all he’s nervous about this but still doing everything he can to make sure he’s the best father and partner he can be for you both as you guys go through this journey together in life

[oneknightstand-if]

I said I wanted Amoret of Annwyn to be a possible reincarnation, but considering I chose Arthur as my RO, Elaine of Corbenic would be really funny. Lancelot and Guinevere stole our wife/husband and now Arthur and Elaine's reincarnation are going to get married as revenge (Or almost get married considering my MC is a changeling, and apparently it's not a good idea to propose to a fairy 🤡). Bonus if Lancelot's (Adrian? 😏🤔) and Guinevere's reincarnations are in the group MUAHAHAHAHA.

Adrian, Adrian... I saw you calling my MC "love" in one of the tests I took 😏

I also wanted to say that your IF has become my favorite, it made me a fan of Arthurian legends and is making me look for T.H. White's books to read. I love this IF so much, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life while I wait for it to be fully available. 😭

(I apologize for any English mistakes in any messages I send, I'm from Brazil and although I can understand texts very well, I can't write English properly and need the help of a translator)

Ehh... Arthur's had enough experience with the fae by this point that he probably could propose to one safely. There's a reason that Merlin really, really, really wants him to be awake to deal with the $h!t when the Veil finally comes down.

I'm always surprised how many people managed to trigger Adrian's mental "my love" since it requires jumping through several hoops first (including stealing his last name).

Anyway, yes, join in the rolling around in the Arthurian lore. The five million different variations of lore. Also, a whole lot of ESL people apologizing for their grammar when it's better than native speaker's.

[children-of-the-red-queen]

How I feel knowing I am the sole cause of 33 different characters' canonical tags on ao3

[floridaloop]

it’s been forever!! here is amy and guerrino

oh and i have been revamping the loop!! for instance, amy’s peculiarity is now her voice is “thrown” when she speaks

this essentially means, when she speaks, it sounds like she is coming from a totally different direction or even distance! it never sounds like it is coming from herself. to make it even more fun, she can talk without moving her mouth.

she likes to carry a doll around, and having it speak for her in the 3rd person.

as for guerrino, he can read the memories of living beings and objects! his peculiarity also extends to being able to manipulate these memories by “locking” them away entirely or in parts, and he can pull forth hidden memories.

[eyepatchdate]

Do you think some Mikado citizens ever figured out they could get their original works published as long as they threw King Aquila in there somewhere? And how much of it was actually fanfiction about Aquila, Mikado's state-designated blorbo? It'd be really funny if Aquila also got "and he'll return in Mikado's darkest hour" like King Arthur. Like technically he did!

@thonkphonk

OK......... THE FAERIE QUEENE IS AN INTEREST OF MINE. I read Books 3 and 4 for a class called 'Violence and Romance in Renaissance Literature'. We spent a lot of time on it, because iirc the only other thing we read in the class at all was some Shakespeare. So it was actually mostly a class on the Faerie Queen books 3 and 4 lol (and all of my papers were on the Faerie Queene instead of Shakespeare lol).

The whole deal with the Faerie Queene is that the titular Queene is the goal of King Arthur's quest, and yet Arthur himself only has cameos in the stories because he is the 'main plot' where all the books have different main characters (and focuses on elaborating on various virtues that each main knight upholds--Arthur is the perfect knight, who extols all virtues, whereas all the characters in the books exist to define specific virtues--ex: Britomart represents Chastity, Artegall represents Justice, etc). And Spenser never actually finished the Faerie Queene, which is why Arthur's quest never gets full attention.

To apply this to SMTIV would be extremely fun.

Absolutely I could see so many stories about King Aquila's times. Especially since Mikado is trapped in this sort of medieval stone-age ('holy times' as viewed by angels) so its not even like stories about Aquila would be dated, it would be so easy to write stories of modern times with Aquila present. Or, even easier, would be his inclusion in these 'fairy-stories' the Luxurors know.

Aquila means so much to people despite having lived so long ago, I would assume his knights are known the same way Arthur's are (with people inventing new knights all the time, as with Arthurian legends as well). So people would toss Aquila into all this often while writing their own stories about the various knights (with a focus on those knights because, like Arthur's presentation in the Faerie Queene, Aquila would be the 'perfect' character, meaning that the stories are more interesting if they can be about the flaws of the others).

But 100% Aquila would always come in to save the day, or to approve of the resolution the story reaches, etc. I am so on board with that idea.

That being said, this would mean the angels likely erase much of this when they take over Mikado, Aquila' name remains on the Obelisk, but his statue is destroyed, so I imagine many of these books are just straight up burned. A few would survive though, less objectionable ones,but the angels hate the influence Aquila still has on the people, and how he is still venerated.

Also you are SO RIGHT about the 'once and future' thing. Like. This has no support in the game because the game is so nebulous about Nanashi's birth, but I do somewhat theorize he was born in Mikado? He's literally just found in Sky Tower, so I'm like, okay was he born there and brought down somehow? I would KILL to know anything about this because like. Ok, they found a baby. How did they find him? In the hands of a demon, dead humans, or just like, on the ground? Hello? Can I have some information please?

But I've always assumed Nanashi was born in Mikado and then SOMETHING was a reason for him to be carried below, and then discovered. Because like. we don't even know why the HUNTERS were in Sky Tower--most people knew about Medusa back then and wouldn't want to go, and people even assume Medusa works for Tayama (which is false--I theorize she worked for Akira but that isn't confirmed anywhere). but if people just assumed the Sky Tower was controlled by the Ashura-kai, I don't know why anyone would approach--they KNOW Medusa kills everyone up there.

and Nanashi of course is randomly discovered after Medusa is there, he's only born well after Akira establishes Mikado, so the Hunters have long-withdrawn from Sky Tower and like. what. is happening.

But yeah a prophecy about Aquila's return and somehow that also including the need for Nanashi to go below rather than above, there's some sect of people somewhere that know something, this is just, one of those many holes left open in the SMTIV world. so we are free to make theories and headcanons and I am so with it.

Thank you for sending this, this was so fun omg. I went on a bit of a ramble.

[felonsprites]

revamp of a troll who ive been thinking about for a VERY long time! her name is amoret harlyn (she/fae) and she's an idol in a duo with her matesprit pepper malory ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[skylessknights]

AMORET BANKS and TOM RIDDLE Paper Confines | by @sainteda

Synopsis: When the autumn of seventh year propels Amoret Banks into the heart of a muggle-born girl's murder, her plans to best death are circumvented by growing whispers of her guilt. The only person who seems to understand is next in the Ministry's line of suspects: Tom Riddle, the emerald twin to her promise; never her friend, neither her adversary.

➸ READ ON AO3

[windy-trickster]

Amoret... have you heard?! One of the most famous clowns in the world, Atenus Argona, is going to perform on Madame Poulou's center stage! Members get to watch for free!

"I've heard! Miss Poulou is very excited for this! She's ⋈een talking a⋈out it non-stop!" "If I'm ⋈eing honest... I'm quite anxious to meet my moirail's Ancestor... ⋈ut if Cielle came from her I do ⋈elieve I'll instantly adore her much like I do with Cielle herself..."

[roguette]

Amoret Laidir -> elven warrior reaper

Freed by the lords of fortune, Amoret spent her 20s dedicated to living her life to the fullest and taking nothing for granted. Now she risks her life ensuring others can live the same.

[theherosvillain]

6: I'm not laughing, you're not joking

Previous - Masterpost - Next

CWs: captivity, gun violence

I paced back and forth across the cell, trying to come up with a loophole—any way, no matter how imperfect, to get me out of this mess. Each time, I came up blank. Sure, I could try to escape, but in this condition, there was no guarantee I’d make it out of the building. Even if I did, Vale would send his henchmen after my friends. I wouldn’t be fast enough to protect them. I wouldn’t even be fast enough to warn them.

For the millionth time in the past few hours, I collapsed on the cot, dread churning in my stomach. The last time I felt this way was right after my mom got arrested. After the third time the League officials laughed me out of their office for saying she wasn’t a villain, I was lying in bed, planning on never getting up again. And then it hit me: I had powers, for fuck’s sake. If the League wouldn’t take Wren Argent seriously, then I’d make them deal with the Phantom Prince instead. I’d make them wish they never framed my mom. I’d make damn sure they never did it to anyone else, either. It wasn’t the best plan, but I had to do something.

And now my plan had come to a screeching halt, all because of Vale. Words couldn’t express how much I hated him for it. Punching him in the face wasn’t enough—although I was glad I’d gotten that split-second satisfaction before he made it clear that I could never hurt him again without facing serious consequences. What the fuck could I do that wouldn’t put my friends in danger? Nothing. There was nothing. I’d gotten myself into a huge mess, and there was no way out.

I hated myself for going after Amoret the other night. If I hadn’t done that, and if she hadn’t taken away my powers, I wouldn’t be here. I knew going after her was stupid and risky and might not pay off, but I had to. I had to track her down and get her confession—but the horrible irony was that none of it mattered anymore. Amoret confessed to framing my mother, but now there was nothing I could do about it.

I could never go home. I would never see my friends or family again, and I would never get my mom out of prison. I was stuck here, for the rest of my life, doing whatever Vale told me to do.

The door opened, and I scrambled to a sitting position, hissing at the pain in my ribs. Vale stood in the doorway, expressionless. “Come with me.”

That sense of dread and hatred still turned my stomach as he silently led me through the empty hallways, but my anxiety skyrocketed when we passed by the office and kept moving. I wanted to ask where the hell we were going, but for once, I thought better of making him angry. I was too exhausted and in too much pain to risk it.

My unease only grew when he pushed open the one exit door and led me upstairs. My heart pounded, but still, I bit my tongue. I tried to reassure myself that whatever was about to happen, it couldn’t be worse than the past few days. But, then again, I’d told myself that before, hadn’t I?

Even through the sleek upstairs hallways, Vale didn’t say a word, and my anxiety only grew. I startled when I heard other footsteps farther down the hall, and I expected to see a group of henchmen up ahead.

What I didn’t expect to see was Vale.

For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating, or seeing double. There was no way there were two of him. But the Vale down the hall—a conspicuous bruise gracing his jaw—stared at the one ahead of me like he’d seen a ghost. Then both Vales drew their guns, and the silence dissolved into chaos.

I flattened myself against the wall as the shots went off. I heard a cry of pain, something clattering to the ground, and my ears rang in the silence. The Vale down the hall lowered his gun as the one closest to me crumpled to his knees. Then, as I watched, the one on the ground began to shift—hair darkening and growing longer, the pressed business suit morphing into dark, form-fitting clothing. Suddenly, it wasn’t Vale anymore at all. It was Amoret.

Vale—the real Vale, the one with the bruise—holstered his gun and strode forward. “Vivienne,” he said coolly. “Just what do you think you’re doing here?”

She took a ragged breath, still kneeling on the ground. My face paled as I spotted blood on the tile. With her back turned to me, I couldn’t see where she’d been hit, but I got the horrible feeling I was about to watch her die. “You know why I’m here,” she replied, her voice laced with pain.

Vale snatched her abandoned gun off the ground, and the safety clicked on. “I hate to disappoint you, but you’re not taking Phantom anywhere.”

She lifted her head defiantly. “You have no right to keep him here,” she snarled. “Just because you’re his father doesn’t mean—”

The blood drained from my face. “What?”

They both went silent. Vale’s eyes flickered over to me. He didn’t look surprised—why didn’t he look surprised?

Amoret glanced at me before turning her accusing gaze toward Vale. “You didn’t even tell him.”

“It wasn’t relevant,” Vale said indifferently.

It felt like the ground had dropped out from under me. I put a hand on the wall to keep my balance, but it didn’t help with the sickening feeling growing in my gut. “I’m sorry, what?” I repeated. I stared at Amoret. “You didn’t tell me that!”

She twisted around, and I saw the bloody wound on her wrist, held close to her body. Her eyes were apologetic. “You said you didn’t want to know.”

I did say that, didn’t I? The other night, when she said something like oh, you have your father’s eyes and I rushed to stop her from telling me who he was. Knowing that she was my birth mother was bad enough; I didn’t need to know who my father was, either. I’d assumed it didn’t matter, that I probably hadn’t met him, anyway.

But now, as I looked up at Vale, it became sickeningly clear to me: his eyes a familiar shade of blue; his hair a little darker, streaked with gray, but very nearly the same light brown that mine was. It made me want to throw up. It made me wonder how I’d missed it, all these months. I looked like him—I looked a lot like him.

I wanted Vale to tell me, in that matter-of-fact tone of his, that she was lying—of course he wasn’t my father, that was ridiculous. Except haven’t they known each other since before you were born? my traitorous thoughts whispered. Doesn’t this kind of add up?

But Vale kept his eyes on Amoret, pinning her with a cold stare as she painstakingly rose to her feet. “I’m going to let you walk out of here today,” he murmured, “but if you try to interfere with Phantom again, I will kill you. Is that clear?”

“Crystal.” Her icy gaze matched his, but when she glanced over at me, her expression softened. “I’m sorry, Phantom.”

“For what?” My hands curled into fists, but even then, they still trembled. “For ruining my life, or for getting caught?”

She held my stare for a long moment, unflinching. But before she could respond, Vale’s hand landed on her shoulder. “I’ll see you out,” he said. “Phantom, go back downstairs. We’ll discuss this later.”

I didn’t want to discuss it. I wanted to go back in time to five minutes ago, when I didn’t have this revelation hanging over my head like a fucking guillotine. But I just nodded stiffly. Amoret tried to catch my eye, but I wouldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at her, or him, without breaking out in a cold sweat. As quickly as I could, I skirted past them and headed back toward the basement.

~

“I want you to know,” Vale began, “that my being your father had no bearing on my decision to mentor you.”

I kept my eyes glued to the floor, my back against the wall. In my peripheral vision, I could only see his shoes, barely crossing the threshold of the cell. “Great,” I said, arms tightened across my chest. “That makes this so much better.”

He sighed, sounding annoyed. “Phantom—”

“How long have you known?” My head flicked up, but I quickly shifted my gaze just past him. I didn’t want to look him in the eyes. The memory of Vivienne’s voice echoed in my head (oh, you have your father’s eyes). I barely suppressed a wince.

His tone remained calm and collected, as usual. It pissed me off. My world was crashing down around me, and he was just as unruffled as ever. What did he think of this? “Since I last spoke with Vivienne,” he said.

“Then why—?” The question just slipped out, and I cut myself off. If he hadn’t known about this for any longer than I had, then why had he been harassing me for months? Why kidnap me at all?

For a moment, he was quiet. I slid my gaze back to the floor, heart pounding. “You need guidance,” he said. “You’re very powerful, but you’ll never reach your full potential without some direction.”

“I don’t want to reach my stupid potential!” I sounded like a petulant child, and at the moment, I felt like one, too. I wanted to stomp my foot, or maybe curl up into a ball and cry. I just wanted my mom back. That was the whole reason I became a villain. What was the point of anything if I couldn’t even do that?

“You don’t have a choice.” There wasn’t an ounce of threat in his tone; it was clipped, so damn reasonable. “Considering your lack of training, capture was inevitable. You should be grateful that I got to you before the Hero League did.” My jaw clenched; it felt like my molars were going to crack. The idea that he expected me to be grateful … somehow, I managed to keep myself from closing the distance between us and smacking that sensible look off his face. “There will always be someone more powerful seeking to take advantage of you,” he continued. “The only way to avoid it is to become so powerful that no one will dare to try it.”

My eyes narrowed, even as the logic clicked. I hated to admit that it made sense. I’d spent my whole life hiding my powers for that very reason—if the League got their hands on me, I’d never be free again. That was my main risk in becoming a villain: getting caught and forcibly transformed into one of the League’s heroes. At the same time, though … “And this plan of yours doesn’t involve you taking advantage of my powers?” Fucking hypocrite.

Vale shrugged. “Consider it a trade-off. Someday, you will be powerful enough to get your revenge, and no one will ever take advantage of you again. In the meantime, though, you have a lot to learn.”

I stared at him, an entire life seeming to unfold before my eyes: an adulthood free from my constant fear of the League. No more hiding, no more lying. Maybe I’d finally have enough sway to prove my mom’s innocence; I’d get her out of jail and back home. If I ignored all the caveats, it was exactly what I’d always wanted.

But I’d have to ignore a lot of caveats: working for Vale, following his orders, becoming whatever he wanted me to be … I couldn’t even picture myself doing it. I had very little idea of what Vale got up to with his businesses, and I’d never had any desire to find out, especially not first-hand. I couldn’t say that I thought it was a fair trade, that I would’ve done it if I had any other choice. I tilted my chin up, finally meeting Vale’s cool, indifferent gaze. “I’m not agreeing to this.”

Vale spread his hands, his expression saying that this was set in stone, that there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Like it was physically impossible for him to just step aside and let me walk out of here. “You don’t have to agree. As I said, you don’t have a choice.” He turned, then, and all I could do was stand there and stare at the closing door. “Think it through, Phantom. Your apprenticeship starts tomorrow.”

It wasn’t until after he left, and after I’d finally swallowed down the rage and dread building in me, that I realized we hadn’t discussed the whole father problem, not really. He’d just acted like it didn’t matter, and maybe that should’ve been a relief. After all, I didn’t want him to be my father, and I kind of had bigger problems than the existential dread of finding out that the two worst people I knew were my birth parents.

But as much as I didn’t want it to be true, I couldn’t un-know it, either. I always thought that knowing who my biological parents were wouldn’t change what I knew about myself. They were separate from me; they hadn’t even been a part of my life. But I’d also assumed that they’d be total strangers, not … them.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Maybe it only had to matter as much as I made it matter. Vale and Amoret didn’t raise me, after all; Stella Argent did. I was still my mother’s child. I couldn’t get her out of prison—not for a long time, anyway, if I ever managed to do it—but at least I could hold onto that. I wasn’t Vale’s, or Amoret’s. I was hers.

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Title credits: Boy Division - My Chemical Romance

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[bloodkeys]

THE BRIDE'S RITUAL .

Me and my friends made band ocs and they are my obsession... This is my character Amoret (the lady) and my boyfriend's character Amay!

This is the moment in their concert where Amay sacrifices Amoret to the Deceptive God to bring back their long lost lover (in typical Metal Band with a Storyline fashion).

[dreamwalking-cupid]

Pro!Hero Sero x GN!YN Head Canons?

Thank you for requesting! There were no further details so this is what I came up with!

Pro!Hero Sero x GN!Y/N (reader)

Pro hero Sero who flirts with you every time he sees you on his regular patrol route (you work near his agency as a server for a cafe that mainly seats outside while the small shop itself tended to be the kitchen or take out only-)

Sometimes you swear he purposefully finds a way to make sure every single route he goes on leads to the cafe at some point because there’s no way he’s always managed to show up to almost every single shift of yours without fail, a short whistle and wink thrown your way which never fails to bring that blush on your cheeks as you quickly rush inside to get your tables’ order

Eventually he decides to actually go into said cafe on one of his days off, thinking he’ll try something on the menu and say hi not to mention possibly ask you out finally only to find out that you weren’t even working that day

Opting to at least still take something to go, he lets his mind wander as he stares at the items on the menu, reading the ingredients listed below under his breath when all of a sudden a voice cuts clear through his thoughts, “You could always try the strawberry cream cake- it’s our most popular food item”

He immediately whips his head to find you awkwardly standing off to his right and dressed in something that wasn’t your servers clothes he always caught you in and he had to take a moment to remind himself to breathe as a grin starts creeping up on his lips the same way the familiar blush he’d come to look forward to seeing started creeping up your features again

“And here I thought I wouldn’t see you today cariño..~” oh you were dead, so so dead-

He ends up ordering his cake and making sure to pay for your food too, insisting on treating you and on perhaps joining him for the day

You guys end up running some errands with each other and actually having a really good time together throughout the day, he’s making jokes and making sure you’re comfortable with him the whole time before eventually it’s time to go home

He refuses your words of saying you can get home just fine on your own and makes sure to walk you right up to your front door before taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it as he gives you another wink

You quickly make your way inside your place just in time to hide your now very red face and make a mental note to write your number down for him the next time he stopped by the cafe on your shift

Honestly I think the cafe idea is so cute and I might make a longer drabble or something out of it- hope you enjoyed!

[oneknightstand-if]

How much money do you want to make Amoret of Annwyn a possible reincarnation? And how much money for wings for our changelings? No pressure... But did I mention you're the best author in the world? (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Considering that the four Camelot past identities are one of the two main subplots (the other being the four secrets) of the MC throughout the game series... and all the extra text & coding that would take...

...$1,000,000*. Same for reimplimenting the pruned mage background.

Otherwise, the Changeling MC should talk to Merlin during Free Time to have some hints about what's going on with their own background.

*Assuming that Amoret isn't actually one of the four possible Camelot MCs already.

[pierrotsoup]

once again britomart and amoret posting I love them so dearly .♥️guys sometimes elizabethan epic poem characters are really lesbian