#myrkvae

[talesofmiddonmira]

Who is Myrkva 👀

HONESTLY I need to do more character development for him 😭 bc the poor guy is still a bit of a mystery to me, but I know this much:

Myrkva is a Jotanor (an orc)

He's a hunter/mercenary (most mercenaries in this world do pretty typical stuff, but HUNTERS are specifically hired to capture or kill monsters)

Myrkva leans into whichever kind of job comes his way mostly, but he'll prioritize based on his own sense of judgement

He's very neutral and morally grey, but has some sense of "I'm strong so I protect the weak"

He's actually quite young but life has just really knocked him around and given him a very rough and weathered appearance, making him look older than he is (I'm too lazy atm to look up the age charts I made up for the different races, but he's the Jotanor equivalent of a 25-26 year old)

Some of his injuries and scars are monster hunting related, and some of them are abuse related

[vampyrasa]

         @myrkvae​   liked   for   a   starter.  /   lyric-based.

“   𝚂𝙾  𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻,   𝚂𝙾  𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺  𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁  𝙴𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴 ...   ”   before his eyes came a flash of lighting through the broken window pane, and the gentle song of thunder followed.   the gods made known their wailing lament through the spattering droplets and broken glass spent in shards across the floor.  the creature’s claws beckon closer the being of death and decay  ;   so similar,  and still so completely unique from one another.   where one was once a god fallen into rot,  the other was born from festering divine.   IT WAS A QUAINT AWAKENING TO THE TRUTH;  there stood one that,  over centuries,  one who called himself a dracula might have bent at his knees to worship the ground of the famed trickster god.  that one so named for the dragon,  a dracula,  would give up his worship of christ to learn the ancient magicks that were swallowed by the wily serpent’s tongue.  

the red mouth grinned cruelly, dripping with blood yet un-spilled.   “   ...  and the rainbow rises here in the western sky.   ”

[liarsweapon]

@folkesange for the meme

[astrapure-a]

@myrkvae​

     “I wonder how the other gems are sometimes. . .if they’re roaming around like me, or if they’re just. . .”

[thomasien]

𖤐     @myrkvae​      …      sc.

❛     they  conspire                 against  me.     ❜

[healertm]

@myrkvae​   liked for a one-liner !! starter call

❝  so,   what  fantastical  &  totally humane  &  legal  stories have you to tell me this time ??  ❞

[malevacent]

@myrkvae​ liked for a one-liner !

❝  THE TRUTH CAN BEMOST CRUEL , even amongst the closest of friends. ❞

[talesofmiddonmira]

Welcome to Tales of Middonmira 🍃✨

Tales of Middonmira (ToM) is an umbrella title for all the stories I write and create within the world of Ymirasil, in the continent/country of Middonmira.

List of main protagonists/characters I focus on a lot (with links to show posts of artwork of them):

Frederica Farvolk

Lance Blackburn

Camille

Khari (and Inama)

Alistair

Leyna

Tom

Misc/side characters:

Valeriya

Albert Clementine

Father Nirvan

Ana

Samuel

Diana

Myrkva

Lorkan

Silas

Torrellan

Stiofan

Witches and Warlocks:

Celine

Neve

Cassandra

Holt

Frowin

Nirine

Morrow

Caolan

Gregor

Ahltinor (sun elves):

Aurelius

Roman

Faehla

Ziea

Pavel

Rahlindir

Jhoan

Innishta

Tarik

Zhahr

Vic & Vic

Auster

Drokharan (dark elves):

Nökhorr

Nara

These characters should all have tags for their names too, so if there is an oc you want to see more art of just search up their name on this blog!

(I'll add more here when I think of more haha)

[starsspin-a]

          There’s a small smile as she feels his presence drawn close, though she does not look up from her work. “Here I was thinking you had forgotten all about me. It lifts heart to know you haven’t forgotten about your mother” Her eyes crinkle in a smile at her jest, laughter falling from her lips like bells, as she now looks up at him. There’s a tilt of her head to the empty chair beside her. “Sit, and you can tell me why today you have wisely sought my council.” 

          She was always happy to see him, even if it was not as often as she liked. Her son was no longer the boy he once had been, sitting at her knee listening to every lesson she offered, oh how her heart missed those moments at times. “Nothing cataclysmic I hope?”

@myrkvae​ ;; frigga for loki ;; a late starter

[avras]

➠                                   STARTER       ::       @myrkvae​

𝘼  𝙏𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍  𝙂𝙊𝘿  ...  something  she  was  quite  used  to,  after  all   ...  her  husband  was  one  of  them.  of  course  that  ended  up  in  some  odd  situations.  however,  with  the  withering  years,  psyche  has  seem  to  have  a  nose  for  the  odd  god  of  schemes.  as  hands  touched  the  stone  walls,  this  was   asgard   ...  another  place  psyche’s  orbs  never  thought  she’d  see.   ❝  you’re  one  of  the  son’s  of  odin  if  i  am  not  mistaken   ....  ???   ❞   a  voice  that  was  as  soft  as  honey  milk  filled  the  surroundings,  as  the  brunette  turned  to  face  the  unexpected  company.  𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙍  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍  𝙊𝙁  𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙎   ...   that  was  unexpected  from  such  a  golden  locked  family.   ❝  my  name  is  psyche,  goddess  of  the  human  soul  ...  rather  boring  compared  to  you.   ❞    𝘼  𝙎𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙇  𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙏  𝘾𝙃𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙇𝙀  𝘾𝘼𝙈𝙀  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈  𝙃𝙀𝙍. as  she  made  way  closer  to  the  god  of  ink  hair    ...  as  she  bowed  her  head  in  the  sign  of  respect  to  any  passing  god  she  seems  to  meet.   ❝  i  hope  my  sudden  appearance  isn’t  a  inconvenience.  ❞  

[draculyr-a]

@myrkvae​ asked for a starter.

“   the   cost    of    life    is   high,    my friend.     both my father and i sacrificed much in the service of our country.     but the price is also paid in another way;    it is one of the many sacrifices of faith that have served me through my... creations.  ”

[liarsweapon]

&& @myrkvae​ ;; - DANIELA

       Rarely do the girls ever leave Castle Dimitresu, warned of the world outside the Village’s walls. A chill entering the air in the middle of summer gives further reason for them to avoid the outer realm. A momentary screech as the insects cluster, the physical, human-esc version of Daniela forms within seconds. Hood of her dress fallen, the top left of her head bearing the infection spot, like a gunshot wound where the parasite first entered to bond. Floral tattoo beared on her forehead, a flower for each sister pinned to either side of her dress. 

       Curiosity gets the better of her. Rather than run as part of her wanted, she looks over the form before her. Something not quite human about it, but she’s not sure he’s infected either. Sickle at her side if she needs to strike, but something seems so cold about the man. Not necessarily in personality, but as if being too close could cause great physical pain for the mutant. 

       “ Is this some sick joke? “ Necklace covers most of her neck, her form collapsing into hundreds of blow flies until she reforms slightly closer. Hand rests at her stomach, eyeing over the strange creature. Not a lycan, not one of her uncles experiments. Definitely not one of Aunt Beneviento’s dolls, and Moreau’s unlikely to create such a design. “ I know mother didn’t send you, she wouldn’t try and harm us with the cold. Unless you were sent by our grand- Mother Miranda, are you a new uncle? Who are you? Why would you come to the village? “ 

[unseencne]

                 𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉  𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁,  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉  𝑜𝒻  𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽  𝒾𝓈  𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇  𝓉𝑜  𝓎𝑜𝓊,   what  surprises  you  is  the  blood  that  cover  your  hands  for  you  didn’t  remember  how  it  got  there.  was  it  you  that  once  again  lost  control  over  your  anger  and  ended  up  here ?  among  all  those  bodies ?  your  eyes  raise  when  you  feel  the  steps  closer  to  you  and  your  red  eyes  follow  him.  loki                 was  this  a  trick  to  make  you  insane.             ❝   what  are  you  doing ?   ❞

          @myrkvae   ↷  start  call  .

[bma-2020]

Purrrfect. When you’re not on edge, you’re taking up too much space. 

@omittingthetruth @myrkvae | Template.

[scldsouls]

AYYY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have/had a wonderful day!!!! You deserve the best of all things you absolute bloody star!!!

SAYS THE SWEETLING!!! AHHH honestly thank you so much, this means the world to me!! ;; it was indeed a very good day, thank you again *BEAR HUGS U FOREVER*

[fjjdjdfjjffj]

&& @myrkvae ;; LIKED

          Hard as she may be trying to keep from getting herself killed in this situation, curiosity still seems to get the better of her. Not always one to think first, talk later. Oft the other way around. Though not much information was available to her, from what she  had discovered-- most of which from pop culture and mixing logic based off various films, books, and buzzfeed articles, there are certain fractions about the-- she’d consider him a mass-murdering asshole. Jane (or, what’s left of her) seemed to consider him husband material, least she married him from Darcy’s knowledge. A lot of those quiz-makers on buzzfeed seemed to view him as some sort of sex symbol-- Darcy can’t see it. Looked like an average alien from Avatar to her, except...

           “ So, people say you’re like, a giant, or something. There are some conspiracy theorists who think you’re just an alien pretending to be a God-- I wouldn’t jump to that conclusion, you did try to murder an entire state, which sounds a lot like that one greek dude-- Zeus, I think. So... if you’re a giant, why aren’t you ten feet tall? And, if you’re an alien, why aren’t you blue? But, since you’re like, a God, I guess, do you actually have to hear every single prayer people send your way, or is that just an urban myth perpetrated by religious nutheads obsessed with shoving ideas down people’s throats and lying about voices of higher powers giving them the right to tell everyone what to do? “