#amulet au

[motherstone]

Nightmare

or where Alma gets an idea of what Trellis may have experienced. Thank you @sovonight for this helpful post ^_^ I wanted to sharpen my comic-making skills, so I initially planned to make a few short comics in between working on What Remains, except I kinda messed up on this one, bc it's waaay more polished and longer than I intended 💀 well, I'm very happy w the end result regardless!

Notes:

Mmmm I think I ended up disturbing my sister over this one, and frankly, one of Trellis's expressions was far scarier than I envisioned 😱 but that aside, this was initially meant to be a fic, but it was too long, and I'm not very good at words, so I figured a comic summarized better than whatever I had to say.

I thought it'd be interesting to depict a rare side of Trellis at his most vulnerable, terrified, and hostile - esp since in What Remains we get to see him more composed, if rather somber and with a "dead" look in his eyes. It's a sad contrast for sure. "Palace" is a trigger word for Trellis, as Valcor is the abusive place he's been trying to escape for a long time.

The OCs here are Alma, who we see in What Remains in her beta design, and another OC, who was also in What Remains and I'm still working on a name yet (the one with the birthmark on her face). They serve as Trellis's personal guards, so they exist outside the hierarchy of the military. Alma's face tattoos are meant to indicate she's a warrior from where she's from, and the two braids are to show she's unmarried (which a cultural thing from East Gulfen).

The comic is set 2 years post-war - a WIP I call Post rewrite - just a few weeks after Trellis's coronation. Gulfen switched capital cities, old government officials are deposed and/or incarcerated, and everyone is adjusting as best as they could with their new roles. Trellis adapted fine, but the more mundane parts of his life... Not so much.

It gets touched upon on another illustration, hence Alma is the one who was sent to find Trellis and escort him throughout Gulfen, and they spent a year travelling together, initially she was quite grating towards Trellis, but mellowed out once she gets some suspicion that Trellis was abused sometime in the past, not living a privileged life as she assumed.

This comic is "canon" to Post Rewrite, meaning that it's extremely likely it will not be subjected to any changes.

[jazzyrazzy157]

Liz Hayes (My Amulet OC (and not the last)

(Update: Here a sketch of her)

(It mostly from her past (pre-moving) and somethings about her info will be changed in the future)

 - Older Sister to Emily and Navin 

-Like her sister and mother, she have witness her father die and because of that event she blame herself for not being strong enough to save her dad 

-After her father dead, she decided to take a stand and try help her mother out with financials by taking a few one off odd jobs here and there throughout those 2 years

-Because of it she became a bit of a loner who doesn’t seem to interact with people her age and rather work than have a social life outside of her siblings, even Karen (aka her mother) have gotten worried about her well being but Liz assure her that she is ok even though she not

-Her and Emily is a bit complicated with their bond being strained and distance within those two years

-Navin and Liz have a less complicated bond with them being mostly on good terms and encouraging his interests 

-Liz secretly passion is tailoring and making clothes but because of her father death and consequence of that event in general she didn’t have time to create new clothes but when she does it was favors for others or just doing it for her own sake sometimes

-She is Transgender (transition before her dad’s death)

-She may seen to be sweet and maybe shy but in actual she kicks ass with her being one of the best in her gym class and taking fencing lessons in her pass time, the reason why is because she wants to be strong to protect her family from any form of danger 

-She 16 years old in the present time (was 14 around her father’s death)

[medicatedmenace]

amulet rottmnt au masterpost!

woo! i'm gonna post a lot about it in the future so i figured i should have it linked well. those without links haven't been done yet/are on my to-do list and should be up within a few weeks depending on my schedule!

reference pages

-> donnie

-> mikey

-> leo

-> raph

spritesheets

-> donnie

-> mikey

-> leo

-> raph

other

-> doodles (15/10/2023)

-> general info (??/10/2023)

taglist

-> amulet au (general au tag)

-> [name] amulet au (character tag)

please send asks about this! (/nf but appreciated) i will do my best to answer without spoiling the big product and it'll hopefully give me a chance to expand on it.

[u3pxx]

got the disco meshi au on my mind and i remembered that one time i drew a cursed elf!harry (like if they ever encounter a changeling circle in the au) and this is kind of just the extended version of that idea pftt

this was the original sketch for that. elves in dunmeshi don't really have facial hair so i just had to base what to do with his muttonchops on what happened with senshi's luxurious beard, stubble it up ig lol

[ifoundyoufake]

Amulet sonic au (don't know if anyone knows the books but I made it for fun)

[sweeneydino]

Knight.

When your kids go missing, you'll be tearing up the whole multiverse to find them. Right after you prepare yourself ofc.

First Dad up, Next will be the one in red, then purple and orange. Why? Cause Usagi gets a special treatment. U.U

Would you all like it if usagi had just a small army of dragons or became one? I'm personally leaning towards the former cause I think it'd be badass.

Size reference ^^^ I hate keeping consistent sizes as much as I hate doing perspectives and backgrounds-

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

A little preview for you of Amulet! 💕

I'm making some stuff for this thing that I'll tell you about soon, so I'm sorry if I can't answer your asks right away but I'll do it as soon as I can ☺️

Thank you for your lovely ask, I look forward to answering them!

Also I hope you like this preview! 💖

[pizza-tower-fracture]

PEPPINO, YOUR SMILE IS SO CUTE I CAN'T,,,, You should do that more often!

Peppino : A-Ah.. well.. I.. my… *He smiles shyly.* I-It’s a bit hard to always smile with everything that happened. I hope everything will be better in the future.

Peppino : Ah.. well… I will get some warm milk with honey like planned and see how it goes. I barely caught any sleep in that awful tower, so I’m hoping to get some shut-eye…

[the-sky-queen]

AMULET SONIC AU STUFF!!!!! Inspired by the initial doodles by @ifoundyoufake

@skywriter97 and I have been having very many thoughts about this AU . . . :D

[rodion87g]

Old friends from rather sad (i think) AU

[mylittleponyauprompts]

An AU where Twilight and Trixies rivalry lasted throughout the entire series, Trixie being a reoccurring antagonist with usually low stakes encounters. High stakes encounters being like the Alicorn amulet incident.

After Discord’s release and reformation Trixie managed to get into contact with the Draconequis. If Twilight Sparkle can have a deity as a teacher of magic why can’t she? Discord hearing the stories was very willing to teach this unicorn magic. He saw potential in this unicorn, and he loves any reason to cause chaos! Besides Celestia has a student, why can’t he?

To discords delight this unicorn was taking to chaos magic like a fish to water, do they not teach chaos magic besides basic illusions in schools anymore? Every being has a specialty when it comes to magic! No wonder Trixie had a hard time learning magic in school, they were teaching her incorrectly. Discord was impressed with the amount of basic chaos magic she taught herself through trial and error

Twilight Sparkle still ends ascending into the Alicorn of friendship/harmony. Trixie ends up ascending into an Alicorn as well, being the Alicorn of Illusions/Fantasies

[radioactivepeasant]

Free Day Friday: Trespasser

(From the poll: "In Which the Demolition Duo made it to the Wastelands without being banished because They Are Trespassing)

Damas was not, by and large, a religious man. He didn't worship Precursors -- there were some who insisted that his ousting from Haven was divine punishment for his arrogance -- nor spirits. If spirits could be killed, so could Precursors. That made them oracles, elders to be respected for unique perspectives on time, but not gods in Damas’s opinion.

Which made it an oddity to find him in the temple.

He sat on the shallow steps, staring up at the six carved heads meant to represent Precursors. More insectoid than Oracles, or perhaps just more elaborate. They seemed to wear headdresses over their bizarre masks.

"If you, by action or inaction, let Mar die, then at least have the decency to tell me," he whispered into the empty air.

"You always foretold a future moment of need that my House would answer. Has that need passed unnoticed that you stay silent while my bloodline ends? Or does my son live?"

The masks were silent, of course. Carved stone could neither hear nor speak.

Ungrateful wretches. Damas had a fleeting thought that perhaps they'd allowed -- or even orchestrated -- the abduction of his little son because he wasn't servile and "pious" enough for their tastes.

Damas wondered if spirits could harm Precursors. If perhaps the "Good Grandmother"*, She-Who-Hears-Them-Cry, might take an interest if something in this temple had been directly involved in bringing Mar to harm.

Má took her payment even from the hides of fellow spirits, after all.

"Even if you were capable of bringing him back unharmed, I very much doubt you would," Damas whispered harshly to the open air. His throat bobbed with a painful, bitter anger.

"But if you took him, you owe blood-debt to my House, old ones. So grant closure or sit in your realm knowing that I will seek answers among others as old as you."

Was it wise to threaten the Precursors? Damas neither knew nor cared anymore. Two years he'd barely survived having his heart metaphorically ripped out of his chest.

What more could they do to him? Really, what could they possibly do that could be worse than not knowing?

No answer arrived, not that it surprised him. Damas sighed and braced his elbows against his knees, head in his hands.

Stone grated against stone and metal to his left, and he turned his head swiftly.

There was a door there, one heavily fortified with traps. A hovering Sentinel eye kept watch for movement, designed to activate a spike trap if anyone tried to enter the lower levels without permission. And if someone managed to somehow get past that, the door would still be sealed. Whether by an enterprising ancestor of his or by meddling Precursors, that door could not be opened without an Heir of Mar. Damas was the only one who had ever been beyond it.

It should not have opened even an inch.

And yet Damas was witnessing the two mighty halves forcing themselves apart with a tortured groan born of idleness.

He was on his feet in an instant, ready for a fight. There was no chance that this heralded anything good.

"Whoa!"

That was a hu'men voice.

Damas’s hand hovered over his sidearm, ready to draw the moment he saw a face.

"And I thought this place was huge before!"

It was a young voice. High and a little squeaky.

"It just keeps going, doesn't it?" laughed a second voice, deeper, but just as young.

And then the doors were open wide enough to see the silhouette in between them.

And more importantly, to see the object glowing faintly in his outstretched fist.

Damas’s mouth was dry as he fumbled for the pouch between belt and leather armor where he kept his own amulet of Mar. He knew the shape by heart: twin comets orbiting each other, over stylized hands.

Thief-!

Pure, outraged, fury burned through his veins for a moment. Who had this scrawny figure stolen that amulet from? Heaven forbid it be Mar's amulet, lest Damas murder this boy before his very next step.

"Identify yourself!" Damas shouted, raising his gun.

The figure stepped into view. He was small, so thin his clothes hung loosely on scrawny limbs, but he held himself like a warrior.

"People!"

The animal curled around his shoulders sat upright and spoke.

"Jak! There's real people in here! We're saved!"

Odd reaction to a man pointing a gun at them.

The boy eased a step forward, hands raised as if soothing a frightened animal. He still held the incriminating amulet in his hand.

"Whoa, okay, put the gun down. I don't want to hurt anybody-"

He took a step too far and the sentinel flashed. The spikes shot up out of the floor with a faint shunk!

With a yelp, the boy leapt back -- he was surprisingly light on his feet for someone wearing boots two sizes too big. Then, as if the nearly fatal encounter was no more than a slight inconvenience, he backed up, got a running start, and launched.

He kicked off the wall, seeming to find handholds in the tiniest of crevices as he bypassed the spikes entirely.

Once on the ground again, the boy dusted himself off.

"You okay, Dax?"

"Just peachy, considering you almost dropped me!"

"Did not!" the hu'men boy protested in annoyance.

He really was small.

The general gangly sprawl of his limbs suggested he would gain an impressive height, but for now he just looked..small.

And entirely too excited.

"Who....do you- Where did you come from?" Damas demanded.

The boy pointed back down at the steps and shrugged before scratching his head.

"Exploring?"

Oh that green hair hurt to look at. It was filthy, and matted, like it hadn't been correctly washed in years. He couldn't even determine the age of the trespasser, what with the layers of grime embedded into every crevice of his face. The clothes were just as stained with sweat, dirt, and what looked to be bloodstains. From traps?

"Exploring."

Damas repeated the stranger's explanation incredulously. "How did you even get in here?"

The boy and the orange animal looked at each other for a curiously long moment. They seemed to be having a conversation merely by narrowing and widening their eyes in turn. Then, seeming to come to an agreement, they shrugged and turned back to face Damas.

The boy pointed down a barely visible flight of rough-hewn stone steps, lit by torches.

"We came up through the catacombs."

There were catacombs? He hadn't seen anything like that down there, and Damas liked to think he'd made it pretty far! He examined the stranger more closely, avoiding his eyes -- they're not familiar, you're just projecting your grief -- and avoiding looking at the talking weasel thing. He saw sunken cheeks drawn tightly against sharp cheekbones. A pale, barely visible scar across the bridge of his nose. Deep, deep shadows beneath his eyes. How large was the temple, altogether? Were there more people living below their feet?

"How...long were you down there?" he asked after a few seconds.

"Trust me pal," the weasel-rabbit said, "he smelled like this before we got in that zoomer."

"Hey!"

"What zoomer?!" Damas asked, feeling more confused than before.

"The one we took through the lava tube to the catacombs."

Damas was beginning to wonder if he'd somehow inhaled the monks' incense by accident.

The trespasser cringed as if only just noticing the bewildered and only barely softened hostility on Damas’s face. He shoved his amulet -- not his, it can't be his, there aren't any more of us left!*-- into his pocket and waved his hands placatingly.

Was there another Heir all this time? Is that why I was given no chance to protect Mar? Were my child and I expendable?

"Didn't mean to bother you," the kid apologized, "We'll just uh- huh. Actually, where are we?"

And then he looked to the door rather than Damas.

"Hey Oracle!" he shouted, and Damas was glad no monks were present to hear this and faint at the impertinance.

"Where the rot are we?"

Alright. This was now officially more of a problem than he'd first thought. Not even the monks were supposed to have found that Oracle down there.

One of the past Heirs who never inherited the throne had sealed it up the moment he discovered it long ago. After all, the discovery of light and dark eco being opposite poles of one energy might have thrown society into chaos and they didn't want to deal with the fallout. Even Damas was leery of reintroducing that knowledge outside of the Arena yet. Apparently this trespasser had no such thoughts.

He spoke to Oracles -- or pretended he did.

He held and used an amulet.

The boy was a mystery. And Damas hated not having the answers.

"You," Damas decided, wearing anger like a shield, "are coming with me. You have questions to answer."

The boy balked.

"No!"

He dodged before Damas could seize his arm, stumbling back amidst the columns.

"Uh-uh, I'm not falling for that."

"Falling for what?"

Damas was genuinely confused, and more than a little irritated.

The boy continued to back away.

"No, no I know how this goes. You're gonna take me back to the Haven Council, aren't you!"

*

"Haven?!" Damas sputtered, "Why the bleeding rot would I want to go there?! I'm taking you to my city!"

That didn't reassure the kid, who apparently was not fond of the leaders of Haven City.

Well, that was at least a bare minimum of common ground.

"You ain't takin us to no secondary location!" the orange one declared, pointing a skinny digit at Damas.

"The last time I got transported to a new place, I got kidnapped and experimented on for two years," his friend agreed.

Embleer Frith.

Damas stared at the boy. He squinted, as if that would give him insight into the unsettling response, then shook his head.

"You what?!"

What was he talking about? Experimented on?! That would explain the sudden shift from curiosity to distrust. But why-?

Damas knew. Deep down, he thought he knew.

If the boy was an Heir -- and he didn't even want to entertain the thought, but it had to be acknowledged as a possibility -- then that alone would be motive for someone like Praxis to torture even a young man -- or young boy?

If he was still obsessed with creating the ultimate war-sage, then an unclaimed and unattended Heir of Mar would be invaluable.

But if Praxis had been so focused on an older Heir, then perhaps it at least meant that he'd never gotten his hands on Mar.

That there was a stab of shame to follow that whisper of relief was an unsettling proof that he had not successfully hardened his heart as much as he'd thought.

"You came here from Haven?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

Thoughts of a breach in their defenses sickened him.

"And others will follow in pursuit of you?"

This time both trespassers scoffed.

"Only if they feel like sharpening their reaction time enough for a volcanic subrail," the hu'men said. He almost smiled.

The orange one nodded. "Jak here's the best driver there is! Also the most demolition-happy, but nobody's perfect."

Jak?

Now that was a name his spies had been mentioning a lot in their reports. An alleged juggernaut who had turned the Baron's own secret project against him and -- rumor had it -- even destroyed the metalhead nest.

Damas had been expecting someone a little...older.

* the "Good Grandmother" Damas is referencing is a spirit I made up for the Wasteland called Má Crocadeer. Fairly grisly figure with a crocadeer skull wreathed in flowers for a head, and a crocadeer's legs and tail. Her purpose is to punish those who deliberately cause or inflict harm on children. There's a lot of people in Haven who should avoid the desert for this reason.

[prohibitedwishamulets]

Comic teaser :)

WILL HOPEFULLY RELEASE TODAY OR TOMORROW! :)

Uhhh rb, comment, like, follow literally anything if you wanna show interest or engagement trust me silly little notes fuel me

Uhmm hopefully y'all enjoy the comic :D

[trippygalaxy]

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I HAVE A COWBOY AU FOR SACRED REALM AND IM SO NORMAL ABOUT IT!!!!

Amulet and link are twins who were separated as babies, and sadly Amulet got taken in by a horrible gang while Link grew up with his grandpa. Yet it seems fate has the two brothers meeting again, fighting over a weapon that’s long been coated in blood.

:] if yall are interesting i have other art im working on for it and i have much lore

@zelda-the-sacred-realm @yourlocaltreesimp @treasure-goblin

[devilcantspeell]

Prohibitedwish comic/au concept

Watch out theres momentarily naked losers ahead

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EDIT: AU COMIC IS NOW AT https://www.tumblr.com/prohibitedwishamulets OR @prohibitedwishamulets 🟨🌌

Acquiring 3D forms gone wrong gone GAY

Rushed bc I had to put my phone away 💔

This is just kinda a pisstake of a comic idea I had BUT!! might make it actually?? If anyone's interested, should I make a second blog? for like... The mischievous adventures of scrabby and prismo 🙏

[mushroomsie224]

When inside the amulet, Elena can control/influence its powers. Would this mean that Vor could have been able to do that too, if Sofia hadn't been pulled in as well and destroyed Vor?

I wonder if Sofia thought about this possibility when making her plan. I totally understand if she didn't think that far ahead, considering she needed to act quickly in the face of an immediate and growing threat.

This makes me think of an AU; one where Sofia didn't get pulled into the amulet. She rejoices as Vor is finally in the amulet, turns it green, the ending is the same with her getting Protector status, and no one yet suspects that anything will go wrong...until it does. Horribly.

<3