#amoret

[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.

[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.

[gothamcityneedsme]

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.

[windy-trickster]

Been struggling to doodle my fantrolls for awhile now. So, I decided to do this cute little simple doodle of Amoret! Not my best work, but it's helped me a little with this artblock. Enjoy my baby girl <3

[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

[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 •́ )✧

[swevene]

you know i've had more romantic ships here lately than i have ever rping and i love it (and if anyone wants to play with romance a bit more just hit me up!!!)!! and it's made me think some of my characters aren't exactly young/teenagers and it's very possible they might have relations before so here are my thoughts on my ocs!

alv

so with alv i can see he's had a few relationships maybe three or four. the first one was a childhood friend who was an elf as he didn't really leave the forest. but the ended up not working out in a romantic way but still remain friends!! she even married and now has children. i can also see alv have totally fallen for a few humans but it never quite works out because in the end he will outlive each and every one of them. he's had heartbreak over this. and there are many years in his life that he hardens his heart to loving again especially mortals but some women just have a way to squirm their way into his heart once more. that and sometimes he just gets lonely so that is a possibility too.

amoret

her big point in the story is losing her fiancé who she loved in every way one could love another even if they were young. a true romeo and juliet feeling for her. she is a woman, though, and she does have needs. i can see her probably have one night stands and such but tries her best not to have emotional attachments. but i can see eventually since it has been a decade someone maybe letting her love again and not losing that love.

hildr

in most instances hildr has not been in any relationships prior to interactions. she is a princess and is expected to have a higher standard and purity. but that doesn't mean she stays like that or craves to have a knight in shinning armor to sweep her off her feet. and quite possibly if i make her a verse where she is older and in an arranged marriage with children that will obviously change!

cyneric

he's been much too isolated to ever even fancy the idea of a relationship with another. the only person that ever did was that gross evil fae who cursed him. so yes he has zero experience even less so around women in general aside from servants and tutors and such.

[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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[spotduet]

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).

[pierrotsoup]

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

[sainteda]

she hadn't even realised when her heart stopped—dad had said it so many times with his hand clasped over hers: you're so strong, etta. you would turn tides. you're so strong, so strong—and then there was nothing. she was swaying in the vast emptiness thinking, this is the sea. if i reached out i could swim.

paper confines, sainteda

[roguette]

emmrich: you are going to outlive me

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

[fashionista4sims]

Amoret: I met Connor 2 years ago, he liked me. All this time I was afraid Oracle, what she can find us, so I married him. He’s good man, who can protect us. And now August and I live calm.

[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..."

[dcviated]

our flag means death :: open

@swevene sent: ❝ i’ve seen death. i’ve seen the cause of death. it changes you forever. ❞ - Dur'zog from Amoret

The clinking of metal against mug produces a pleasant tinkling noise. Carefully, the large mitt of a hand holds the spoon as it mixes the cream into the coffee, sweetness to compliment the nutty aroma of the dessert drink. What it does not compliment, however, was the topic at hand. Red eyes are knowing, as they look from the muddy waters over to the woman seated at the table.

The hum of thought reverberates the room, a deep throaty noise that in a way, was just as familiar. Clinks of metal and armor. The beat and rumble of drums and steps aplenty. Dur'zog knew these all too well, bitter memories from a young life past. A young life wasted. As from it, so many other lives became for naught.

"As being cause of death, can do. Every wound inflicted on another. One has also inflicted on... themself? Hm?" The preparation finished, the orc brings the mug and plate over to Amoret, setting it before her. "But... is also not end. If you change once. Can change again. Do good, rather than bad. Passes on... mm... just same as death. But tastes much better in mouth. Better than blood."

His hand gestures to the mug, the beginnings of a comforting smile wrapping around the filed tusks.

"Drink."

[paperbaacks]

i’d like to ask a question. you mention in your review of a study in drowning acrasia or amoret. do you remember the page(s) where the quote is mentioned? i’d like to highlight it in my own copy since it is a reference to the faerie queene and i love both works.

hello!! i don't have the physical copy with me at the moment so i can't give you the exact pages unfortunately. but i can tell you the quotes and the chapters they're in!

the first one is in chapter 12 — in the letter from myrddin dated 17 april 189

"She is generally seen as an aspect, or rather, an equivalent, of Saint Acrasia, who, as you know, is the patroness of seductive love." 

and another mention is three lines below

"Like your two-headed goddess, Saints Acrasia and Amoret."

the very first line of chapter thirteen:

"It is theorized that the goddesses Acrasia and Amoret were once a single female figure, rather than the two-headed goddess worshipped in Llyr today."

and another halfway through chapter 13 when ianto asks to have a conversation with effy alone and asks preston to leave

"All women are either an Acrasia or an Amoret. Patroness of seduction or patroness of submission. But some women are far more one than the other. I believe you’re an Acrasia." 

there are two more mentions in chapter 15 i believe but i can't find them atm :(

hope this helps tho! i had to look them up after i read the book because i didn't know the faerie queen and though ava reid had made them up haha