#amoret

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amoret after the car crsh

this is canon btw trust me bro

[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.

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Gasppp ocs??????? I'm so flipping excited. Hhhhhhhhh

:D I’m glad! I love my OCs so much and think they’re all so interesting but ah, I’d say I’m biased, heh ;)

Anyway! Lemme introduce them all a little:(Note: if they have multiple pronouns, the pronouns I put first are the ones they prefer more)

Aesner (he/him)- God of demons, sins, Hell, death, torture, sadism, and space. When he rules Hell it’s with an iron fist, and he rules by fear and intimidation most of the time- it wields results, though not being an ass would wield results too. He was the ruler of the first pantheon mankind ever worshipped, which had a downfall due to certain events. Ruthless, powerful, and kind only to a few.

Amoret (they/them)- Fallen angel from the Death rank. Death angels are designed to be cold and heartless, with abilities and weapons to help them kill demons and damn “evil” people. Instead, Amoret is a very kind soul who will not harm unless the being has proven to be evil. Then those death angel instincts will kick in and they can fight like hell. Their favored weapon is a bow from heaven itself.

Aphriam (they/them)- Spider demon! At the end of their transformation process to become a demon they were killed by maneating Hell Spiders and when the process completed they became half Hell Spider, full demon. They’re a chatterbox to the extreme (seriously, once they start talking they don’t s t o p), will call people out on their lies and manipulation, are cryptic, like causing chaos, but are generally very friendly. And yes, they do have Spiderman-esque powers, among a few other things that you can only get from the Hell Spiders ;)

Azar (she/her)- She started out as a character me, but really turned into her own person. She’s a pyromaniac, doesn’t take any shit, will fight anyone, and always carries a knife and a box of matches with her. She doesn’t really fear death and while she’s had a rough past few years in her life, she takes that energy and uses it to...well...light fires. And usually will end up catching on fire herself in the process. Looks kinda like a grunge girl from 1996 with dyed, fiery red hair.

Étincelle (they/them, he/him)- A tiny, 4′10 Autumn court fae. Easily excitable, has an overly giant obsession with glitter and to a lesser extent, sprinkles, and loves their partners more than anything. They have several homemaking skills, including basket weaving, sewing, cooking, gardening, and their favorite- making desserts & candies. If you can think of it, they can probably make it. Taffys, toffees, chocolates, pies, ect. As an autumn fae, they have powers for all 4 elements, and misc abilities like talking to plants and fae spells (of course). Though not everything is glitter and sparkles for them, they have severe PTSD they hide, and they cannot go back to the fae realm lest they be captured & killed. (I’ll get to why in...hopefully some writing, heh)

Jaskil (any, but currently she/her)- Original god of theatre, arts, creativity, inspiration, ingenuity, healing, therapy, and psychiatry. Genderfluid, so she changes how she looks to how masculine/feminine she feels. She’s generally bubbly though soft-spoken and gentle. Out of all the arts painting is her favorite, though she loves all of them (and yes, tattoos, body mods, dancing, writing, ect...all arts). Though of course, if you cross her she will retaliate and show you exactly how powerful she really is.

Maze Meadows (he/him)- Most of you already know him, but let me update him for ya’ll. Full-blooded witch, a serial killer, makes “art” out of gore, a fashion critic trying to break into being a fashion designer. He only recently learned about his status as a full witch and is learning about his abilities and expanding them. He is cold to most of the world, but once he cares for you, he’d do anything to protect you. Now immortal thanks to a god he’s dating, death isn’t even an obstacle anymore.

Rancauer (he/him)- Created by Aesner, and a god in his pantheon. God of destruction, war, famine, plague, manipulation of mind & body, toxins, poisons, maths, and chemistry. Despite his titles, he’s quite a humble god, and is kinder than you’d expect. Though when he talks about death, you understand that he is not all flowers, but there are thorns. He is still not all “good”, and you can tell he enjoys doing his job almost too much. (While he is technically not a god of death, if it weren’t for him it would be much harder for death to happen. So in some regards, he is a god of death- he kickstarts the process.) He will also die for his family, and protect them at any cost.

Sadreen (switches between he/him, they/them)- I did a whole ask on him so I’ll try to keep this brief. He’s an earth demon, a soul worker who transforms souls into demons, is very serious about his job, talks like a textbook, and if he were a king he’d rule with an iron fist and put the fear of god into everyone. As it is, if you’re not really close to him or a superior, he’ll beat you nearly to death if you criticize him. :D (he’s fun >.>) He’s also cold as ice, is unphased by nearly all threats or torture to himself, and is a drug addict & dealer. The only thing that will shake him is if you threaten his boyfriend, who he will protect at any and all costs.

That’s all of them! If anyone has any questions/comments/ect about them in general or one in particular, go ahead and ask! I love my babs even though some are literally the worst, and I love talking about them. <3 If you have any prompts or shit you’d wanna see with them you can send those to me too!

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amoret 🌼

This has been a long time coming, I know, but I adore your name! It’s beautiful

The gentle, multilayered pinks inside lilies

That gentle feeling you get when you feel love. Kissing puppies on the nose and rose scented soap. The feeling of being young. Sticky lip gloss. Someone vibrant, youthful, who reminds you of spring days eating croissants and talking about about going to Paris. Gentle laughter, unique coffee shops with throw pillows and cinnamon lattes

[avegetariancannibal]

See also: the way Hannibal keeps looking at Will

[amoretheiwa]

The Dark Knight and the Boy Scout

So it looks like it never posted on Friday??? The first half of part 3 of the Prologue. So here it is! Sorry folks

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Prologue pt. 3: The Interview A

 The public was, in general, not privy to her extensive education, as they merely knew her to be successful and skilled at her job as CEO, and as such few reporters and journalists bothered to learn about more than her social life and current charity project, and anything that had either her name or that of her business in the news. Because of that it was a bit of a shock to the young woman when her not-quite-annual interview with the Daily Planet—an exclusive interview they got at least once yearly because she had made the mistake of purchasing the media source—on the eve of her parent’s death’s anniversary was not with one of the many gossip article writers but the famed Lois Lane.

Her articles tended to be of a more serious nature, with a good portion being about the alien superhero who roamed her skies and protected Metropolis. The other majority of her writing was about sensitive or important topics that no one else seemed to have the guts to write about. She had won the Pulitzer for a reason, and was considered one of the best investigative journalists of their time, with no one except maybe Clark Kent or Iris West coming close. Lois Lane’s name was just as well-known as Breanna’s in some circles.

She was picked up from the Gotham Airport by a driver hired by Miss Wayne, and greeted at the door by Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne family’s butler. Once she was inside he lead the reporter through the foyer, down a hallway, and into a study.

Large windows framed by huge curtains let sunlight filter into and brighten the room. Walls made of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, an empty fireplace, and extremely comfortable looking furniture created an overall cozy environment. Above the mantle was a portrait of Thomas and Martha Wayne, smiling lovingly with a gentle downward-look. Breanna had been sitting in the seat behind the large mahogany desk, typing away at a computer, but when her guests entered she stood, a soft smile gracing her face. She walked forward and shook Lois’ hand as Alfred backed out, murmuring something about afternoon tea, softly closing the door.

Even in small heels Lois was inches shorter than Breanna Wayne, who wore dark teal flats with a gold emblem on the toes. Her shoulder-length wavy black hair moved with her head as she turned towards a small sitting area.

“Hello, Ms. Lane. I hope your trip here was uneventful,” her voice was silvery; not in the suspicious way that most politicians or businessmen (like Lex Luthor) spoke, with an underlying hint towards malice or betrayal, but in the true definition of the word: clear, pleasant, and soft.

Her bright blue eyes were framed in simple black eyeliner done stylishly, a neutral color gloss was the only other tint on her face, and simple pearl stud earrings were the only jewelry other than a simple light brown leather watch that the heiress wore. A simple black turtleneck made of some sort of expensive fabric looked good, not old-fashioned, on her. Matching black jeans with the hems rolled once all made her outfit simple with an understated sense of fashion.

“Oh, it was,” Lane said with a grin.

“No Superman sighting?” Breanna joked, stepping back and gesturing towards the seats in front of the fireplace.

“No, thank heavens,” Lane took a seat first. “Seeing Superman almost always means being near some sort of danger.”

“I’m glad then that you didn’t see him,” Breanna took her own seat.

“Me too, believe me. I think I’ve seen enough of the Man of Steel to last me a life time.”

Breanna smiled, face tilting just barely.

“Oh? From the way your city idolizes him, and how some of your colleagues write, one would think he’s a pleasure to be around.”

“He’s a hero, simple as that. Not exactly of this world, if you catch my drift. It’s hard to be friends with someone who’s both an alien and such a huge figure. But it is nice to catch up without bullets or falling,” Lois said with a laugh.

Breanna grinned in agreement.

“Do you mind if I record everything from here on out?” Lois asked, bringing out an old-fashioned recorder and holding it out. Her demeanor had barely shifted, the reporter surfacing.

Breanna’s eyes widened minimally but she nodded.

“Go right ahead.”

Lois turned it on and set it down on the coffee table between them.

“How has the weather been in Gotham recently, Miss Wayne?” Lois asked, leaning back as she balanced a notepad and pen on her crossed legs. She was wearing her usual matching purple pencil skirt and blazer over a white blouse, her black hair down and over her shoulders. “Breanna, please. And it’s been…the normal, for Gotham at least.”

Lois smiled, and glanced down at her lap.

“Alright then, Breanna, call me Lois.  How have you been? Recently all Cat’s written about you is some contradictory information about a Jaden and a Mose. That can’t have been easy, juggling twins.”

Breanna laughed, a chiming sound.

[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.