She who has had many names throughout time, throughout every era of Ragnarok... Freyja...Iduna...Mardoll...Gefn... Enchantress. Only she, in all her Goddessness, in all of her feminine perfectness... could convince the tree to give of its most miraculous fruit.

Goddess of beauty, bounty, and tender of the Golden Orchard which grants the Aesir their immortality. Amora the Enchantress, Amora Incantare, whose kiss enchants and whose tongue beguiles. Don't be fooled by her pretty face.

the enchantress
[[Indie RP blog for marvel. 616 canon tweaked for MCU]]

danewhitman:

thelovelyamora:

[ She’s unfazed by the defensive stance—she deserves his distrust, after all. And were she in a fouler mood, she might be a threat indeed, but now, she simply opens her hands at her sides, showing that she poses no threat at this point. ]

That it has, and as you say, you were able to change… can I not? Loki and I have parted ways… a conflict of interests, you might call it.

Loki conflicts with every interest but his own. [Dane eyes her hands warily. In fact, though he knows that Psylocke has cleaned his mind of her presence, he still remembers what her influence felt like, and it gives him an itch in the back of his mind that just doesn’t sit right with him.]

You could, but that doesn’t mean I trust you.

As you say. [ She has no reason to disagree with him; even speaking of the man leaves a sour taste in her mouth, her upper lip curling a bit. ]

Trust me or don’t, it makes little difference. I only wished to clear the air. The sons of Asgard have as little need of me as ever and I find myself adrift in this wretched realm.

tags → #danewhitman 

Stand down, creature, and you may still survive this.

(Source: christinahendricks)

tags → #her eminence 
sexy-salmon-loki:

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful
I know that you will (not)

sexy-salmon-loki:

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful

I know that you will (not)
darkermydesire:

Enchantress by *TerryDodson

darkermydesire:

Enchantress by *TerryDodson

sexy-salmon-loki:

hey do you remember like 2 days ago when I had those Amora/Loki feelings

sexy-salmon-loki:

hey do you remember like 2 days ago when I had those Amora/Loki feelings

(Source: ladypacee)

sexy-salmon-loki:

"We are too much alike…"

sexy-salmon-loki:

"We are too much alike…"

Sometimes we hold hands when we fuck

because we can be as rough as we want
with each other’s bodies

but me holding your hand is my way of reminding you

that I’m nothing but gentle with your heart.

HE. (via stayygone)

↖ this person says ‘top of the morning to ya’

(Source: malevolentqueen)

tags → #tumblr rn 

Open RP

badsciencebanner:

thelovelyamora:

badsciencebanner:

Bruce sat down, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. Bowl of popcorn in his lap. Grasping for the remote he clicks on the tv once he’s found it. Setling in more he grins as his favorite show comes on.

She materialized mere moments after Bruce settled in, padding silently through the house and coming to lean against the doorjamb. Silently watching until she finds herself increasingly bored waiting for him to notice her—which was the point at which her son squirmed mightily in her arms, striving to assert his independence now that walking was his favored mode of locomotion.

"If it is this easy for me to sneak into your abode, dear Bruce, I shudder to think what could befall you," she said with a soft chuckle, her cool demeanor subtly marred by wrestling her toddler son against her hip.

Bruce laughed at the sound of her voice. He had missed the woman dearly. But still feeling he needed to be rooted to his spot he turned his head to face her. “Now Amora, we both know I knew you were here the moment I smelt your perfume. But we also both know its Monday and you know what that means Hunty.” He smirked and winked waving her into joining him. 

"Come have a seat as Momma Ru schools a new group of queens and let me hold my Nephew."

Her smile was broad and cheery and she came around the couch, quite at ease making herself at home in Bruce’s. Ronan noticed the man on the couch and froze up a little, staring at him with big blue eyes. “Ah, I’d forgotten your Monday routine!” Arranging Ronan in her lap, Amora tapped his little nose. “Now do not tell me you have forgotten your Uncle Bruce. I know, I have been a terrible Mummy keeping you away from your lovely uncles, but Mummy needed to visit our homeworld to recharge her magics.”

Open RP

badsciencebanner:

Bruce sat down, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. Bowl of popcorn in his lap. Grasping for the remote he clicks on the tv once he’s found it. Setling in more he grins as his favorite show comes on.

She materialized mere moments after Bruce settled in, padding silently through the house and coming to lean against the doorjamb. Silently watching until she finds herself increasingly bored waiting for him to notice her—which was the point at which her son squirmed mightily in her arms, striving to assert his independence now that walking was his favored mode of locomotion.

"If it is this easy for me to sneak into your abode, dear Bruce, I shudder to think what could befall you," she said with a soft chuckle, her cool demeanor subtly marred by wrestling her toddler son against her hip.