#myri speaks

[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. 😅

[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

[author-a-holmes]

Happy Blorbo Blursday! Which one of your characters would benefit from modern medication the most? If your characters are modern, what medication would help them that they're not on?

Hello! Thank you for the ask ^_^

Just going to CW and TW for mental health discussion, trauma, torture, agoraphobia, and destructive coping mechanisms, although I don't go into detail about any of them they are mentioned in relation to my characters here.

Most of my WIPS have magic and so many, if not all, physical illnesses have a magical, herbal, or science based treatment. And while not it's often not a cure-all, it's usually a better treatment than real-world modern medicine would be able to supply.

Having said that, I do feel like Moryann, the setting for my book Stolen, could do with some serious mental health professionals. In particular, I think my Wizard Myris could make some use of that as he has some mild agoraphobia and ptsd from some torture in his past which was the cause of his lost voice.

But he does, at least, have his own coping mechanisms in place.

I feel like the person who would benefit most from a long series of therapy sessions is probably Reilly Mosswolf. He has night terrors, and a lot of trauma from his childhood. Both his parents and his sister were murdered (different times, different events, different people behind their deaths) and he doesn't like getting close to people as a result. He doesn't do well with looking after himself when left to his own devices, but Reilly also doesn't cope well with being "mothered" as he puts it.

He also has a bad habit of being self destructive as a way to cope, such as getting drunk or getting into bar fights. But he is trying and he does get better over the course of the books, I just think he'd benefit from a mental health professional giving him better ways to cope with his issues.

Disclaimer: Answered August 12th. Scheduled for September 13th

[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."

[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)

[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.

[myriahkamm]

Finished a couple more Christmas gift knitting projects this weekend.

First up, a hat for my sister-in-law:

(Tried to block out my less-than-stellar face to focus on the hat in that second pic lol.)

Used a variegated cranberry/black yarn and a basic stockinette stitch (with a ribbed pattern for the brim).

The yarn matches what I used for a scarf for her last year for her birthday. Different pattern, though (because I'm too mentally exhausted to figure out if I could make it match at the moment; might try later if I get my other projects done with enough time to spare).

[mcrcki]

"which sister?" daniela asked with a raised eyebrow, turning to look towards her friend. she hadn't heard anything of either of their sisters speaking with henry, but they were glad that they seemed to get along. daniela didn't have many friends outside of their sisters, so having at least one that got along with cass or bela, that was enough. "i think myri keeps herself as involved as they're comfortable. i don't question it. if anyone tried anything because of their involvement, they'd just be my next meal. that's all that matters to me."

Henry hadn't really had friends before so this was new territory for him. He didn't hate it that was for sure. Joking around, it was different. "I am all for creating chaos. It's getting too peaceful, too quiet and fucking happy. Just a little bit of chaos." He was built for danger, darkness, chaos. He wasn't meant for peaceful times. It just didn't suit him. "You say the word and we cause chaos. Though I did promise your sister to bring her along if we do cause anything chaos." He chuckled lightly. "Valid to not get involved. Such petty squabbles when it comes to gangs. Which gang leader is more powerful, but the mutual destruction it can cause is fascinating. Hopefully Myri doesn't get too involved in it."

[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.

[dancingshores]

zahra sat across from myriam, the shadows of the room weaving around them, but she could feel the weight of her friend’s words pressing on her. she could hear the conflict in myriam’s voice, see it in the tight set of her shoulders as she cradled inaaya close, the baby’s tiny hand still curled around her finger. zahra understood the weight of that burden—had carried something similar herself. but there was something else now, something she could not ignore. she had known myriam for years, and this was different. this wasn’t just about power or strategy; this was about the core of who they were.

the seer's gaze lingered on myriam, her mind working swiftly. “perhaps if you want to find those in volantis who oppose slavery,” she said thoughtfully, “start with the trade guilds. the merchants, the people who don’t rely on slaves for their wealth—many of them resent the practice, seeing it as outdated and inefficient. if you can find a way to speak with those who hold influence in those circles, you might uncover allies who share our values."

zahra leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap. the moonlight on the walls seemed to deepen the shadows, lending an air of intimacy to the quiet room. her eyes glanced briefly toward the window where the comet’s faint light bathed the night, a reminder of the uncertainty they all faced.

she glanced at myriam, her heart aching for her friend’s inner turmoil. “you are not betraying your legacy by seeking peace, not if that peace protects your people. you’ll find a way to balance it, like you always have. I believe that.”

zahra stood and moved to the window, her silhouette framed against the starry night, her eyes flicking up to the comet that myriam had spoken of. "the comet," she murmured, "it’s an omen, yes. but not a bad one. don’t mistake the sign of change for one of destruction. trust that it means something new is coming—something that may not be clear yet, but it’s coming. it doesn’t mock you, myri jaan. it’s just… a sign that things are never as they seem."

turning back, she met her friend’s gaze once more, her expression resolute, yet gentle. “you are not alone in this struggle. and sometimes, it’s okay not to trust your heart fully… as long as you trust those around you, those of us who see your heart from the outside looking in."

❂

myriam listened to zahra's words, a mix of comfort and frustration gnawing at her. the room was dimly lit, moonlight spilling through the open window and casting soft shadows. the air was cool, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers from the gardens outside.

"i know you're right," she said, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. "it's just… it's hard to see the bigger picture when everything feels like it's crashing down around me. we are currently at war...i've brought us to war." she looked down at inaaya, the baby's tiny hand grasping her finger.

"i don't want my daughters to grow up thinking that we have to compromise our morals to survive. we were supposed to be better than slaver states. how are we? is there no other way?"

the room felt smaller with each passing second, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her. myriam glanced at zahra, hoping for reassurance in her friend’s eyes. "do all volantenes agree with the practice of slavery? is there really no one there who sees it for the horror it is?" the alliance with volantis gnawed at her conscience, the thought of aligning with a state that endorsed slavery a bitter pill to swallow. "how can we support them when they stand for everything we’re supposed to stand against?"

her gaze drifted to the intricate tapestries on the walls, each thread telling a story of dorne’s rich history. she felt a pang of guilt, wondering if she was betraying that legacy by allying with volantis. "i just need to find a way that doesn't force us to betray who we are." she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

the room’s quiet was punctuated only by the crackling of the fireplace, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold uncertainty that gripped her heart. looking out the window at the comet, myriam silently vowed to keep searching for that elusive path, hoping that one day she would find it. she kissed inaaya’s forehead, drawing strength from the tiny life in her arms, determined to be the leader her daughters needed her to be.

her eyes wandered to the comet outside, its purple glow still visible in the night sky. it seemed to mock her uncertainty, a cosmic reminder of the changes she couldn't control. "i'm trying to believe in your comet, to trust that it means something good. but right now, it just feels like another bad sign. what is it you call it? an omen? you say people trust my heart...but i don't even trust it."

[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."

[myriahkamm]

Finished a couple more Christmas gift knitting projects this weekend.

Next up is a blanket I made for my brother:

(In retrospect, probably should have taken the photos elsewhere. Kinda hard to distinguish between the knitted blanket and the comforter beneath it. Whoops. 😅)

Switched between two different colors of yarn for this one. Made things interesting.

The pattern is a pretty typical diagonal pattern with a garter-stitch border. I'm using the same basic pattern for blankets for everyone in my brother's family. (Made one for my sister-in-law last Christmas, and one for my nephew for his graduation. Will do one for my niece when she graduates in a couple years as well.)

I really, really like knitting blankets, y'all. ☺️