#myri speaks

[myriahkamm]

Another one bites the dust! Finished a knitted shawl for my grandma.

Variegated, worsted weight yarn (are we sensing a pattern here?); simple garter stitch pattern with eyelets around the edges. Took me a couple of weeks to finish (because life keeps getting in the way and taking up time, ugh).

I don't think my grandma will like the colors much (turned out a bit darker than I anticipated), but I've been wrong before.

On to the next (already started: simple wrist warmers for my sister-in-law to match the hat I made her).

[myriahkamm]

As a "grown up" person, I agree.

Growing up is kind of meh.

Would 100% be a kid again.

(Although I acknowledge the world is a lot different now than when I was a kid, and maybe it wouldn't be so great to be a kid now. Maybe we're all just kind of existing at this point.)

I don't want to keep growing up.

I don't think life is worth it.

Yet I grow.

Yet I live.

[seri-tonin]

Actually I lied Baizhu isn't really a greyace omniromantic transmasc using any/all pronouns with POTS and a mobility aid he refuses to use in public to preserve his "untouchable by any disease" facade until it's too late. Definitely not.

... April Fools >:) I would never say such things !!! My darling he has every disease and pronoun known to man. Happy husband month also, it's gonna be a wild one

Real

[notchainedtotrauma]

This patrons-only poem speaks of complete and utter self-dislocation, about people gleefully mauling themselves, and about that costly pain being a continuous spectacle, a neverending happening.

Renee Cox, Black Leather Lace Up

eliza myrie, horrific/ headline

The works of art above best visually describe the poem. Here are some excerpts:

Once again, the flaring skin: a straw boned assembly of glutinous oil.

We glare grief where we don't find it; the slow leavening plucking our tongues.

No arena to draw against swaying waists, spit a row of leaves.

Hauled legs; twitch of the medicated flesh as repetitive porcelain.

and

The slurring of feathers as disappearance; knuckles soldered. Onyx blood.

Somehow a crackling of a tooth. Women scorched into swift gestures.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

"Earning a cut would imply that you've done any work at all in the first place to deserve it." And the information about the guard doesn't count; that could have come from anyone, under any other circumstances. He guesses if he'd watched the noble for more than a few minutes, he could have parsed the same fact, so why would anyone agree to split the profits?

myri changes her glance to look at the other. "you think i'm going to risk anything happening to my pretty face? i get other people to do my dirty work for me. for a cut of course."

[myriamas]

who: @fromthcfires when and where: a date with rhaegar targaryen braavosi lady gaga context: myri has no clue, but comes across braavosi lady gaga during one of the celebrations within casterly rock. naturally, new valyria has just lost nightsong - so this situation in reality is a tad bit dangerous.

the flickering light of the lanterns danced across the courtyard, illuminating the gathered nobles in a hazy gold that softened every sharp edge. laughter echoed, buoyed by the heady scent of spiced wine and freshly picked roses. myriam sat perched on a curved stone bench, her sari of deep wine shimmering with every subtle movement. the air clung warm and close, though it did little to dampen her mood. her attention had been half-captured by the swirling conversation around her, but then her gaze landed on her.

seated with languid ease, a woman whose presence demanded attention without uttering a word.

she was unlike anyone myriam had encountered: sharp, angular beauty softened by a veil of eccentricity. her hair was cropped short but gilded with streaks of shimmering silver, her lips painted a deep obsidian, and her attire—braavosi without question—was a mosaic of intricate patterns and asymmetry, bold and theatrical. “you are...different,” myriam said, her words slipping out before she could fully measure them. no doubt the sweetness of the wine tongue only added to how casually her words tumbled from her lips. her dark eyes lingered on the stranger, a curiosity she couldn’t shake.

“and not just because no one here seems to breathe quite as you do, braavosi,” she teased lightly, her smile curving like a scimitar's golden edge.

she leaned forward, letting her bangles clink softly against her bare arm. “tell me,” myriam continued, her voice lowering just enough to be conspiratorial. “is this your first time in casterly rock? because i’d wager, with your... flair,” she gestured delicately, “this isn’t your usual choice of party.” there was something in the woman’s posture, in the way she tilted her head and allowed a beat of silence before speaking, that tickled myriam’s suspicions. she was too poised, too precise. yet, if there was danger here, it didn’t reveal itself. not yet.

it was then her mind swirled again, and she straightened in her seat. "who are you attending with?" her question was slightly blunter than usual, masked behind a smile and a look of curiosity. she found herself transfixed by the clothing most of all.

[nikatyler]

Friday night!

crying at the face he pulls here

Smoochies! Speaking of which, we should probably get around talking to someone...

Um, got distracted, anyway, YOU CAN DO THIS????? 😭

You know what, even if I was playing a really evil messed up character (which I'm currently not), I can't see myself forcing him to do it, I just can't.

Anyway now we'll rub it in Araj's face that we will, in fact, be bitten tonight 💀

Look at my new Barbie doll! :3 for real tho pink looks good on him

Time to get Myri's second hand busy (she's already using one to hold Karlach)

Get her hand busy. Yes I do realize how that sounds. I mean. I guess that will be happening too. 💀

I can never get tired of this scene ;-; It means so much to me.

And of course, a million pictures of the hug, because what kind of Astarion girlie would I be if I didn't take a million pictures here amirite

...and it was at this moment I realized I may not be able to go with the angst I'd planned for Myriam and her two lovers in and post act 3 🥹🥹 I just want them to be happyyyyy is that too much to ask for (I say as the person making all the decisions heh)

…yall. Yall I don't think I can ascend him when the time comes, I can't. I just keep thinking about it and…nope 💀

I feel like I should play the game like that at least once but I can't bring myself to do it. Is it dumb? I feel dumb 💀

(x)

[scalpelsister]

the magician, the chariot, temperance, annnd the hermit for myri :3

Thank you Aj <3

The Magician: What are Rook's thoughts on Solas? Do they change as the story progresses?

OOH yes ok, this one is something I've given a lot of thought to. Early game, shes very heavily conflicted- before the ritual, she does truly see the good in him that Varric and Harding to- she trusts their call on him. Seeing him ""injure"" Varric and the way he speaks to her after does make her bristle- she never fully trusts him, but never fully distrusts him, either, for most of the game. She still, at her core, wants to believe hes good, and does earnestly try to reach him and be kind and respectful to him. HOWEVER. However. Post fade prison? all bets are off. She turns on him as fast as he turned on her. The second she wakes up in the fade prison, and sees her loved ones dead? She has never wanted another person dead to such an extent before. (I even role-played this like, shift, in game by picking some of the more closed off / blunt options in the end game. It entirely shifted her fundamental beliefs about other people in a way that I think she will be reckoning with for years to come)

The Chariot: How does Rook fight? What are their preferred abilities and damage type?

Mechanically? frost / necromancer skill tree with orb and dagger the whole game. Her favorite spells are her ultimate ability that leeches health & frost nova (both because it makes her think about Neve every time, but also because freezing entire groups of enemies so she can stab them to death is pretty helpful). Flavor wise? she's purely necromantic, with just a few ice spells Neve teaches her tossed in. She favors the staff for purely ritual magic, but in the field she uses more instinctual magic & a ritual dagger- thus orb and dagger! In general, she prioritizes dexterity and AOE in her strategy- shes also not above fighting dirty (see also: is necromantic leeching just blood magic? lets discuss).

Temperance: What does Rook do to deal with the stress of their situation?

Honestly? she super does not. Not even a little bit is that woman taking care of herself- she spends the entire game throwing herself at other peoples problems to feel useful and needed, and when shes not doing that, shes working. Shes not.... allergic to resting or relaxing, mind you- she will happily go for a walk and relax with her friends. She just also is not going to organically choose to do that- someone else has to come to her and remind her to. But even then, she spends most of her time ignoring her stress and Fuck It We Balling her way through in a way that does lead to a mental breakdown after the events of the game.

The Hermit: When Rook is alone with their thoughts, what do they think about? Is solitude a blessing or a curse for them?

Snowballing off of the last answer- solitude is now a curse for her. Before the events of this game, I do think it was a blessing for her, but during and after? Poor gals kind of messed up. Its a lot of doom spiraling and guilt- wishing she could have done things differently, or that her friends had lived instead of her. When shes not doing that, shes probably just so deeply exhausted that shes passed out asleep. On the happier end of things- both mid game and long term after the game? Shes thinking about Neve a LOT. And, of course, the rest of her friends too, but she is sat there fully twirling her hair and kicking her feet about someone shes in a long term committed relationship with.

[myriahkamm]

Finished knitting a blanket for my nephew as a graduation gift.

Used a variegated acrylic yarn and a diagonal stitch (that's really hard to see with this yarn, as it turns out 😅).

It's basically a large throw blanket (big enough to curl up and sleep under if you're short like me).

I like how it turned out, if I say so myself. I only screwed up the pattern in a few spots, and since the pattern is hard to see in the first place, it's even harder to see the mistakes.

This took me a few months (knitting in my free time, and when I wasn't working on socks for my sister lol). Someday, I'd like to get faster. Gotta remind myself that I'm still pretty new at this. 😅

[influencermagazineuk]

Clive Myrie, the renowned BBC presenter, has recently found himself embroiled in a controversy surrounding undeclared earnings from external events. The esteemed broadcaster has taken responsibility for this oversight, attributing it to "several administrative issues." In a candid statement on X, Myrie admitted the fault and apologized with the sincere intention of stopping participation in paid events outside the institution for the foreseeable future, except for a few he had already committed to. President Of Ukraine from Україна, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons The BBC's external events register was created in 2021, which requires the disclosure of outside paid work done by the on-air journalists and leaders. All these declarations of Myrie that had occurred as late as 2021 are now in the register. Of the five events declared late, five had a fee over £10,000 for every appearance. Previously, the Sunday Times had highlighted Myrie's failure to declare engagements including chairing a debate at GreenTalks Live and a keynote speech at a dinner hosted by ING Bank. He failed to declare nine others in addition to those, which include speaking engagements and hosting roles at different conferences and dinners. As one of the BBC's best-paid presenters, Myrie's annual income is more than £310,000, not counting his fee for presenting the popular quiz show, Mastermind. The external events register is an important tool that the BBC uses to maintain standards of impartiality. Following the revelations, the corporation has strengthened compliance by updating guidelines on the amount of paid external events that individuals are allowed to participate in. While Myrie's apology and commitment to rectifying the situation are worthy, this incident underscores the need for transparency and accountability in the media industry. It is a reminder that even the most esteemed broadcasters are not immune to human error and administrative oversights. As the BBC continues to navigate the changing landscape of the media, the need to maintain the highest standards of journalistic integrity is paramount. Read the full article

[thetalesofelementia]

Meet Amara Myris, Queen of the light kingdom!

Name: Amara Myris

Aliases: Mara, Queen of the Lands, the lady of gold

Gender/Pronouns: woman, she/her

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: demi bisexual

Age: 26

Birthdate: October 14

Occupation: leader of light, queen of elementia

Height: 5’6

Build: lithe

Skin Tone: golden tan

Hair: auburn

Eyes: hazel (green when possessed)

Identifying Marks: a small birthmark on her chin near her lip on the right and one near her left eye

Appearance: well kept and elegant

Personality: usually quite kind but prone to jealousy and easily manipulated

Motivations: becoming queen of all and love

Current Goal: put an end to the rebellion against her rularship and get rid of the factions

Life Goal: to be a good Queen

Best Quality: levelheadedness

Worst Quality: jealousy

Fears: death, people hating her

Hobbies: reading novels but other then that she doesn’t really have any

Talents: light magic

Skills: public speaking, anything she tries really

Alignment: lg to le to ng

Group/Organizational Affiliations: the light kingdom, elementia, the cult of void

Family: Elise Myris (sister(deceased)), Gemma Myris (mother(deceased)), Kaden Myris (father(deceased))

Best Friends: (past) Kayla Levan, (past) Benette Brasher, Elana Haze

Relationship Status: single… for now

Significant Other: none… for now

Other Relationships: (enemies) Kayla and Benette, (assistant) Elana, (fellow rulars) Danielle, Benette, Misty, Elana, Ashlynn, Jonathan, Emery, Charlotte, Jia, Rebecka, Lumen, Amber, Soren, Kimberly, Arden

Secret: she’s possessed thought it’s not much of a secret to some…

Influential Memory: murdering her sister

Role Model: her sister (Womp Womp)

Crush: Kayla Levan

Source of Embarrassment: crush

Source of Pride: her kingdom

Backstory: from a young age she was praised for her skills in magic not just by her family and even people of other kingdoms but also by much darker beings. she was always a jealous person and her sister was next in line for the throne so when the void god and spirits began to whisper dark thoughts to her, twisting and turning each thought and memory in her mind, it was only a matter of time before something horrible happened. She was only 20 when they took her mind and caused her to murder her only remaining family member, her sister Elise. Her parents had died of demonia flu a year prior so now with her sister gone, she rules elementia with a golden fist they say. Not iron, no iron was not close to bright enough to describe how she ruled. Her assistant, elana certainly is not helping with this as she makes sure Amara will listen to the void forever. With the world of elementia split into factions it makes the queens crush on her former best friend quite difficult. But regardless she does what she must to make sure no one steps a toe out of line lest they want to face her wrath.

On the left she is wearing her royal attire. In the top right she in her sleeping gown in a scene that will happen later in the story. In the bottom corner is when she was young, 12 to be exact. Her color palette consists of dark yellows, oranges, and black.

[seri-tonin]

JUST BECAME A DILUC HAVER??????? BEST DAY OF MY LIFE FR

[author-a-holmes]

Hi detective

It's blorbsday for another hour (for me) Do you have any silly little guys?

Hello Sleepy, darling <3

I have many silly little guys.

My favourite in Darkling is going to be a surprise character so I can't really namedrop him, but he's a lot of fun to slip into the headspace of because he's a complete and utter anxiety riddles wreck.

My favourite in Stolen is Myris Orinan. I just think he's neat! He knows multiple languages, is the youngest graduate of the College of Wizardry ever, and is entirely mute due to some rather untimely torture, which also left him mildly agoraphobic.

The College tried to strike him from their membership after he lost his voice, under the assumption he would no longer be able to cast spells but he continues to use magic despite not being able to speak the spells, just on sheer willpower, and then went and developed his own sign language so he could communicate with his husband.

[wvsteria]

myri tiure & alani tiure @mcrcki

"what the hell did you just say?" myri questioned, when hearing the other speaking. the words didn't sound like any language she knew, and even worse she was confused why she understood what they were saying.

[notchainedtotrauma]

This song analysis is exclusive to my Raspberry Lemonade (1$), Iced Green Tea (5$) and Black Coffee (10$) patrons. It's centered around To Be Invisible by Curtis Mayfield.

eliza myrie, well

The work of art above best describe the song analysis. Here are some excerpts to whet your appetite:

"Through the opening notes is rendered bellowing children hosed by fire hydrants, perfectly coiffed women with a cigarette held wrist, porch conversations, the mundanity of a stretching summer. Yet, as the sound elongates, then starts rising a dolorous desire, a yearning but empty embrace. And then Curtis Mayfield, between grief and testimony, speaking of the absence of a self he could possibly claim, opening himself to the (sur)reality of his blank."

and

"...as the world had seared, ripped, punctured him, body and soul, he chose what Harriet Jacobs called her loophole of retreat. But unlike Ms Jacobs, for Curtis, the garret remains and will remain a garret, a trade off between the constriction of mundane antiblackness and the necessary opacity of invisibility."

[dancingshores]

zahra’s gaze lingered on myriam as she spoke, her voice raw, her vulnerability laid bare in the flickering firelight. the weight of her words hung in the room like a heavy curtain, but zahra let the silence settle before speaking. she leaned forward slightly, her hands clasped loosely in her lap, the calm she projected at odds with the churn of emotions beneath the surface.

“you’ve been through more than anyone should, myri,” she said softly, her voice as gentle as a lullaby. “you’ve carried so much on your shoulders, and you’re still standing. that alone is a testament to your strength.” she reached out, her fingers brushing against myriam’s arm in a gesture that was steadying but unobtrusive. “but you don’t have to do it alone. no one expects you to have all the answers, not even the stars are always clear.”

her eyes shifted to the baby nestled in myriam’s arms. “inaaya is proof of something bigger than court politics or strategies. she and leila are reminders of why we endure all this—the alliances, the games, the endless calculations. it’s for the world we want them to live in. and you are shaping that world, even if it feels like chaos now.”

zahra paused, her gaze returning to myriam’s face. “as for the volantene woman,” she said, her tone measured, “she’s a risk, yes, but sometimes risks are necessary. you’re right—she could be a thread that leads to something greater. and if you want, i’ll help you untangle her. i’ll speak with her, test her motives, and see what she might offer. together, we can make sure she doesn’t become a threat.” her heart pattered rapidly in her chest, but she would place herself in such a position for myriam's sake.

the fire crackled softly behind them, its warmth filling the space between zahra’s words. “but for now, myri,” Zahra continued, her voice dropping to a near whisper, “take a moment. just breathe. the weight will still be here tomorrow, but tonight, inaaya needs her mother to hold her, and you need to let yourself rest. let me carry some of this with you. you don’t have to trust everyone—but you can trust me.”

her smile was small, but it held a quiet determination.

❂

myriam tightened her hold on inaaya, her fingers brushing over the baby’s soft hair as zahra’s words sank in. the fire crackled in the hearth, casting wavering shadows over the room, and for a moment, myriam let herself get lost in their dance. she didn’t respond immediately, her thoughts pulling her in a dozen different directions. "of my making," she echoed finally, her voice quiet, almost brittle. “i’ve heard those words before. from baashir, from courtiers, even from myself when i’ve tried to convince myself i belong here.” she shook her head, a bitter laugh slipping out.

“but what kind of world am i shaping when i don’t even know where my fucking footing is?”

her gaze dropped to inaaya, the baby’s soft breathing a steady rhythm in her arms. “i sit in that hall, i listen to them speak of dorne like i understand every nuance, every geographic position, all talk defence, every alliance that spans back generations. but i don’t. and they know it.” her thoughts churned, dragging her back to the endless days spent listening to debates that seemed both urgent and incomprehensible. and how she tried to keep up, but she simply could not.

“i rely too much on others—on baashir, on the courtiers, even on you. it is shameful, for a leader. we spoke of mors being weak, and now what?" she rested her hand upon her forehead, momentarily resting upon it; but in reality she briefly leaned her head downward to avoid continued eye contact with zahra, knowing it would somehow bring her to floods of tears. the exhaustion, the bleeding from between her thighs, and the sense of feeling utterly alone. "i'd give it all to ravi, if that was enough...but i trust none with my daughter. i trust none." she repeated, her voice becoming all but strained as she shifted in her bed.

all because she had a single conversation with the dragon king, that ended in madness. it were all but spit in her face. the firelight caught the edge of a tear as it welled in her eye, but she blinked it away, forcing herself to steady. “i don’t know how to be what they expect of me."

she looked up at zahra, her expression raw and unguarded in a way she rarely let herself show. there was not a single crumb of confidence or sultriness, but rather for a split moment, it appeared as though a girl freshly turned eight and ten held a baby to her chest. “and now there’s this volantene woman. dangerous, you said. poison wrapped in silk. it sounds like the kind of game i should be able to play, doesn’t it?” she let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “i've got a feeling about her. i don't know what, but....i think she's a start. even if that start goes no place, i'll obtain connections and names from her. doran uller can do it.” her mind began to move quickly.