Obsession.

It's such a lovely word.   I have lived countless lives and gone by many names, but you may call me Amora.

[why-i-love-comics]

The Totally Awesome Hulk #5 - “The Hulk in the Mirror” (2016)

written by Greg Pak art by Mike Choi & Frank Martin

[enchxntedimsure]

Fearing the Unknown; Erik and Amora

@lchnsherr

cw:description (non gory) of hate crime

Amora floated through the early evening mist like a vision, her golden hair piled high atop her head, baring the deceptively fragile lines of her neck.  If she felt the cold, she didn't show it, the pale silk of her dress (a diplomatic gift from the Vanir, who were known for their fine clothiering) fluttering loose about her ankles. Amora wandered, aimlessly navigating the campuses' many winding pathways, drinking in the night's solitude. Though her feet remained grounded,  her thoughts made their home among the stars. The eerie quiet was broken by the sound of tires tearing through rain softened earth. An automobile--an invention that Amora still wasn't altogether accustomed to--stopped a scant few feet away, tinted window rolling down. The car housed four young men. Amora smiled, catching the driver's eye, pulling herself from her thoughts now that she was with company. "'Sup, freak?" He asked, face twisted into an ugly, mocking expression. Amora couldn't have known that these young men were from an adjacent college, that they had been drawn here on this night by a vile sort of curiosity. She couldn't have known that her school's penchant for reclusivity had earned it a reputation among the locals. Had inspired a great amount of speculation and no small amount of fear. So, when Amora opened her mouth to respond, she could only be surprised by the sudden burst of sweetness as something was thrown right in her face. Amora blinked rapidly, trying to clear the film from her eyes, shock making her numb. "What's wrong, huh? Got a bit of brain freeze?" The ringleader taunted to a resounding chorus of guffaws from the passenger and back seats. Humiliation ran hot through Amora's veins; she was (a child again, dirty and begging for scraps, trying to pretend that the villagers' taunts did not burn her) the Enchantress, and this would not stand. Sticky red syrup dripped from her hair, slid down her pale neck and soaked into the fabric of her dress. Ruined. It was ruined, and soon these mortals would be the same. With some coaxing embarrassment turned to rage, Amora's lips pulling back into a vicious snarl. She was being choked by the magic building in her, cracking and popping like embers beneath her skin. Without some kind of intervention, these men were soon to meet a very sticky end.

[marvel-dc-art]

1602: Witch Hunter Angela #1 - “In Which Wicked Somethings This Way Come” (2015) art by Stephanie Hans & Marguerite Sauvage

[uuvine]

The Mighty Thor Vol.2 #4 

[king-madan]

Caliban dipped his nose into the cup. He wasn’t usually up in the canteen, as he tried to avoid unnecessary awkwardness risk of sunlight. Unfortunately his coffee supply had run out and he had no choice but to trot up the stairs and stand by the coffee machine.

His mind alerted him of a mutant’s presence and he glanced out from his cup. “I would wash that one if I were you. It’s been in the chem labs and it smells quite funky,” he remarked to the other before going back to slurping the hot brew.

[enchxntedimsure]

Amora glanced consideringly down at the mug in her hands; it was plain white, dull from a long life of use. Ugly yes, but not overtly offensive to her senses. Still,

“I fetch this not for myself, but at the behest of an instructor,” Amora shrugged daintily. Palming the mug with a little more certainty, she slipped up beside the odd, pale stranger, just this side of too close. Her green eyes were bright with mischief, her smile sweet poison. “All the more reason to leave it unwashed, I should think. I am no one’s errand-girl.”

[s-ites]

[iincantatriix-arc]

[enchxntedimsure]

iincantatriix:

And you complain I never take you anywhere

[her-feet-wake-the-flowers]

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[enchxntedimsure]

Don’t hate a girl because she knows

All the ways to get beneath your clothes

Cause you played those games, down to the letter

You’re just mad cause I play them better

[enchxntedimsure]

Amora has no interest in love or relationships

Au contrare, Amora has a great interest in love, only not, I think, in the way this ask was intended. She looks at love the same way another might look at science or math or art: it’s her craft, meant to be honed, another weapon to add into her arsenal. As an enchantress, lust and love are Amora’s main methods of manipulation, and as in all things, she is always thirsty to increase her power.

Relationships are much the same. Being in a relationship is, in Amora’s twisted and broken worldview, akin to waving a neon flag proclaiming a potential weakness. To that end, she has a clinical fascination in platonic, familial and romantic dynamics as a potential exploitable route. She does not, however, have any interest in acquiring such a weakness, greatly preferring to act as a sounding board for others’ problems and learn vicariously through that.

[simplymypurpleworld]

Because current issue of Loki Agent of Asgard is cute. I love Loki and Amora The Enchantress.

[movedto-lavelllan]

get to know me meme: [2/5 favourite female characters]                    amora the enchantress                           “i would have made them beat themselves with chains and                                 gash themselves with copper knives in gratitude! which                                 explains why that avengers membership for me has always                                 been so elusive…”

[auroranmaiden]

Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales. 

[whowasntthere-deactivated202106]

Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares.

[inkskinned]

there are moments when you lose yourself in another person, in the way that the air around you seems to crackle like a half-caught radio signal playing a song you can almost dance to. he licks his lips and you suddenly find yourself thinking only of beds, of sheets, of skinned knees. in the moonlight, she tilts her head towards you and grins, and you become nothing but black wings, showers in darkness, laughter in the morning.

and there are some people that are dangerous because they are all hole, all fall-in, a slippery slope in the form of a wry tone of voice and deep eyes and hands that search your soul. there are people out there who take you into them and never fill you back up, who are endless pits you never truly wish to escape from. they are crushed velvet, they are held hands in stairwells, they are teeth against your neck. 

against his chest, i hear his heartbeat faster than mine does, and some faint ghost of the girl i was wonders: if we fall too many times, if we let ourselves be taken in - do we end up becoming the darkness? when he kisses me, does he taste blood, taste passion, taste burnt evenings? 

and if i am the fire he is playing with: why can’t i feel myself burning? should not all be ash, and ash, and ash, instead of this whole nothing?

[smichesses]

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[enchxntedimsure]

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

Will you still love me when I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

[astonishedmspryde]

In some parallel universe

[catsrthepriority-deactivated202]

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[enchxntedimsure]

Cold white skin she's as pure as an angel A vision of a maiden with a touch of the devil Cold hands upon you sink into your core She's pure as the driven snow I'm sure She's the anchor 'round your neck when you try to swim She's a snake that Leads you to the apple of sin Sliding serpent, creature of hell Many times she's come for me, I know her well

[mynameisamora]

MOODBOARD: Amora the Enchantress