nobody's hero

Myrkr Starhawk (Lokison) loved by Rune. Independent Male Original Character roleplay blog. He is my Loki's (yoursaviourhasarrived) son in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Side-blog since 11th January 2020. Please read the pinned post's links.

[myrkrlokison]

|| About Myrkr and rules. Please read at least the rules if you want to interact. Here's a permanent starter call. 🖤

[myrkrlokison]

"Damnit", Myrkr mumbled when his tablet powered off. He sighed and plugged it in, but it didn't charge and didn't power on. His fingers fumbled with the device, his nails covered with black nail polish, his shorter black hair falling in his forehead until his eyebrows. He huffed quietly, then sighed deeply, shoulders slumping. "Goddamnit", he repeated more quietly.

[myrkrlokison]

|| BVB coming out with that single and single-handedly rendering me speechless, like guys, you've done it again, I love this band so fucking much omfg.

[rageisinourveins]

BLACK VEIL BRIDES | SCARLET CROSS (x)

[blackveilpics]

This man is so fine dear god

Photos by Joshua Shultz

[unsung-tragedy]

[unsung-tragedy]

[rpmememaker]

Send “You belong to me” to see how my muse reacts.

Send “I belong to you” for the reverse.

[myrkrlokison]

“You were looking for me?”

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"Oh my God, yes", Myrkr turned around when he heard Wanda's voice, his eyes widening slightly. He slowly unzipped his jacket a bit and a fluffy kitten head poked out of its hiding place. "...I guess we're parents?" Myrkr joked a little nervously.

[myrkrlokison]

"You didn't let go." (pietro; @mxrvelouscreations

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"Ah-"

It was a split second decision. Grabbing Pietro before he rushed off like he always did. Myrkr sensed trouble before it was fully in view; the car, turning around the corner on full throttle, almost hitting Pietro if Myrkr hadn't grab his arm and pull him back.

Now, Myrkr glanced down at Pietro's arm and his own hand, then he released him, as if he'd touched hot coal.

"Sorry. Sorry 'bout that", Myrkr muttered, running a hand in his black hair. "Just... be more careful, okay?"

[gloomglimmer]

›  TENSION  LINER  PROMPTS   &   THE  FIRST  SIGN  OF  INTIMACY

"Was  that  your  hand,  or  did  I  imagine  it?"

"You  didn’t  pull  away."

"That  wasn’t  just  a  glance."

"You  felt  that  too,  didn’t  you?"

"Your  breath  just  hitched."

“Are  you  alright?”

“You  look  out  of  breath”

“You  were  looking  for  me?”

"I  noticed  the  way  you  said  my  name."

"That’s  the  first  time  you’ve  touched  me  like  that."

"Don’t  pretend  you  didn’t  lean  in."

"You’re  closer  than  you  were  a  minute  ago."

"Say  it’s  not  just  me  feeling  this."

"Your  fingers  just  brushed  mine."

"We’ve  never  stood  this  close  before."

“This  is  new  territory.” 

"I  felt  your  hand  pause  there."

"Your  voice  changes  when  you're  near  me."

"That  smile…  it  wasn’t  friendly."

“Are  we  pretending  that  didn’t  just  happen?”

"That  wasn’t  part  of  the  plan,  was  it?"

"I’m  not  imagining  this  anymore,  am  I?"

"You  touched  my  arm  and  stayed  there."

"When  did  the  way  you  say  my  name  start  sounding  like  that?"

"Your  lips  are  a  lot  closer  than  they  should  be."

"You  didn’t  have  to  whisper  it  like  that."

"That  was  the  first  time  you  hesitated."

"You’re  not  hiding  it  very  well."

"You  looked  at  me  like  you  wanted  to  say  something  else."

"We  crossed  a  line  just  now,  didn’t  we?"

"You  leaned  into  the  silence."

"I  caught  the  way  you  looked  at  my  mouth."

"You  blinked  like  I  surprised  you."

"You  didn't  let  go."

"That  wasn’t  how  friends  touch."

“You  moved  closer,  not  away.”

"We’re  not  just  standing  here,  are  we?"

"You  tilted  your  head  like  you  wanted  more."

"Something  just  changed,  didn’t  it?"

"That  was  the  first  time  you  didn’t  avoid  my  eyes."

"You’re  looking  at  me  like  I’m  already  yours."

"Your  hand  brushed  mine,  and  everything  stopped."

“I  felt  your  hesitation…”

"You’re  not  pretending  anymore."

"That  silence  said  more  than  anything  else  could."

"That  look,  what  does  it  mean?"

"You  almost  kissed  me  just  now."

"Tell  me  that  wasn’t  nothing."

"You  were  going  to  say  something,  weren’t  you?"

"Something’s  different  this  time."

[boastmastergeneral]

reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you

[pcthetics-deactivated20161211]

this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much 

[myrkrlokison]

Myrkr would've lied if he said he didn't expect this to happen. He stood there, in the ankle-deep, still falling snow, fifteen steps away from the supermarket where he bought food for the week, staring down at the groceries in the soft whiteness. Yupp. The grocery bags decided to give out.

"Fuck", he complained softly.

If wasn't like the cold bothered him; just the annoyance.

[hacker-codeq]

Just~ Thinking on how people think Marcus is the possessive one, but it's Ben who would casually write a program to ensure someone who flirted with you one time would hit red lights and broken escalators every time they might run into you...

[myrkrlokison]

".....weeeeell....."

[melamemea]

to whoever needs to hear this right now: you’re doing fine. you’re doing well. your writing is good enough. you are good enough. please don’t second guess yourself, because you are doing fantastic. yes, i know it’s hard when the writing block hits, and yes, i know how you wish you could be better for everyone, but you are doing your best and your best is more than good enough. look at you, look at what you’ve created. look at what you’re doing. you are creating. that is a beautiful talent. creation. you  make things come to life in what you do. you are so unique like that. you’re a writer. a creator. you’re good, sport. you’re more than good enough.

[myrkrlokison]

Myrkr glanced at Eva. His disheveled ebony locks fell into his troubled sky blue eyes as they flicked toward the small group of people. All he saw on their face was fear.

"We need to make sure no one is bitten among us", he stated quietly, a hint of remorse in his deep voice.

He knew what they'd need to do if that was the case. Seal the person away, abandon them, or... Myrkr couldn't bring himself to even think it. He noticed a little girl, clinging to her mum, visibly shaking. Myrkr smiled at her as he took his jacket off, offering it to the girl's mum.

"Here", he said, "she needs it more than I do."

"Thank you", the mother replied, covering the shivering child with the jacket.

As they moved, Myrkr looked for signs of injuries on them, but they seemed unharmed, save for their frightened state. His eyes shifted towards the rest of the group.

"Does anyone have a flashlight? Our phones can go on for so long. We need to find a better place to settle in for the night", he suggested.

[frombehindpaleeyes]

"I doubt anyone is going to make it much further, Myr," Eva replied as she looked at the other survivors. "We're all simply too exhausted. You or I might be able to last a while longer, but none of these people can."

She touched his arm. He'd been using his magic a good deal, he surely had to be feeling the effects too.

"I think we should set up camp here, at least for a little while," she said softly. "We should all get some rest. Even a few hours of sleep can do wonders."

[myrkrlokison]

He didn't like it. The idea of settling down here, no matter for how long. He wanted to move. Find a house or a proper shelter, not a subway stop where they could be easily surrounded by the hungry ones.

But when Eva touched his arm, he felt she was right. Even he wouldn't be able to push on for much longer. He had more stamina and he was more resilient to the events than the others, but he'd been using so much of his powers to try and save a handful of lives; shooting shards of ice through zombie faces to hold them back as they were retreating, erecting an enchanted ice wall to seal the subway stop shut...

His shoulders lowered in defeat.

"A few hours of rest", he agreed quietly, "then we must look for food and better shelter."

[myrkrlokison]

"...is that a gun or are you just happy to see me?"

[lxnleybatbxy]

He stood there, frozen, his entire body tensed up as he locked onto the man a few feet away. Solanine wasn’t sure how to speak in this moment, he wanted to laugh, to cry and to scream but nothing happened. His eyes blinked slowly as he forced his legs to move, each step felt like moving a ton.

“M…Myrkr…Is…Is that…really you?” Solanine’s voice cracked a little bit, he takes a few more steps til he was more face to face with the man. “You’re..You’re really here?” Tears began budding at the corner of his eyes, it felt like it had been so long since he’s since the other—oh how he’s missed him dearly.

It almost felt like a hallucination, like this was another one of Sol’s dreams messing with his mind. Playing a simple trick—

[myrkrlokison]

"Yeah... it's really me, I'm really here."

Oh, the guilt. The guilt was almost too much to bear. In his defense, there was so little he could do. It all happened so fast; his father found him and took him to Asgard to meet the other gods. Wrapping his mind around the fact that he was a god, too. Of the Norse pantheon. What a ridiculous fever dream.

Except... it was real. All of it.

"How long... have I been gone?" Myrkr asked, his voice tender. "I know it's crazy when I say it but I've been off planet. You won't believe what I've been through; but I want you to see it all with me, if you allow me."