#~myrille

[faunabells]

actually. i need a moment to be real honest: i think a lot of anti-endo sentiments can be mildly traced back to unreflective instrumentalism, which is defined as a subtype of anti-intellectualism- where progress of expanding concepts are degraded/dismissed if they aren't explicitly express to be of external use.

which, sounds a bit dismissive on my part, but i'm going to explain myself.

the root of anti-intellectualism itself is caused by oppressive systems. the nature here is to undermine theories and intellectual progress in order to keep certain systematically educated groups of individuals in hierarchical power.

why be against, even the simple possibility, of non-traumagenic systems? because it's believed that those in power, such as psychiatrists, are the-end-all-be-all of information? why push for the idea that we, as a community, cannot have the say-so to defined our own experiences? especially without the explicit "okay" from medicalists?

these people, who are widely acclaimed to be some of the most intellectual of us all, are educated by an inherently corrupted system. it's the reason why we experience oppression in the first damn place.

our progress for greater acceptance is halted by the idea that plurality needs to have a "practical reason" as to why it exists. that it needs to have a purpose as to why it diverges from the anglo saxon ideal of personhood. it cannot just simply be...because that'll reveal yet another flaw of our current social norms.

here's a decent source on what it means to be anti-intellectual, particularly as portrayed in american politics.

[cartermagazine]

Today In History

Long after the Mississippi justice system gave up on the murder prosecution of Medgar Evers, Myrlie Evers kept the case alive.

When Myrlie Evers was told in 1989 that new information in her late husband’s decades-old murder case was unlikely to move the gears of justice, she did not react in anger.

Instead, she listened carefully as Mississippi prosecutor Bobby DeLaughter explained that the state couldn’t find any of the evidence from a past prosecution. Then, Myrlie calmly asked that his team “Just try.“

Faced with the overwhelming odds of a case with few surviving jurors, and a public that had long since seemed to move on from the tragedy, others might have backed down. Instead, Myrlie Evers fought to have the murder case reopened—a battle she had waged for 30 years.

On February 5, 1994, white supremacist Byron De La Beckwith faced a more racially diverse jury, in the third trial for the murder of Medgar Evers. When the guilty verdict was read, Myrlie Evers-Williams wept.

Afterwards, reported the Los Angeles Times, she jumped for joy, then looked up to the sky, saying “Medgar, I’ve gone the last mile of the way.”

Joy Ann-Reid @joyannreid MSNBC national correspondent and best-selling author, chronicles the lives of civil rights icons Medgar and Myrlie Evers in her new book: “Medgar and Myrlie: Medgar Evers and the Love Story That Awakened America.”

CARTER™️ Magazine

[julesrzrt]

Quitting the soul-sucking 9 to 5 Jobs Grind to start a chicken farm w the bestie.

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Started a new SDV farm with my friend!! We made our DND characters lmao.

[myrilsoleil]

@/roseisgaming ON TWITTER JUST FINISHED A COMM OF MYRIL AND

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ombrathefurry]

I have a new character and her name is queen and I love her

[sosuperawesome]

Claw Gloves // Myril Jewels

[ink-flavored]

[second set of picrews]

got bored and made some picrews from the anthologies. used the makowka character maker II for all of them, with satyrs lightly edited in photoshop!

in order:

Ostaeline Darkbraid from Stone Hearted

Myril Genwarin, also from Stone Hearted

Ceki from Come In, The Water’s Fine

Aimar also from Come In, The Water’s Fine

Nicky from Hitting Love’s Bullseye

Geni from Work Hard, Play Harder

perhaps i'll do more of the characters! idk! it can be hard to find ones that let me make the more complicated ones to my personal satisfaction, so if i do end up posting more, it'll probably just be the humanoid-faced ones

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[acronym-chaos]

Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) ID Pack

[PT: Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) ID Pack].

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Names

[PT: Names].

Aedric, Aelith, Aerin, Altharion, Askaris, Auren, Avalis, Brise, Caelira, Daeren, Darion, Ellory, Elrik, Elyas, Eryndor, Faelith, Freyris, Galen, Halvar, Idris, Illyra, Kaevra, Kairen, Lioran, Lorynne, Lynx, Lysander, Mavric, Myrill, Naerith, Niviel, Orendil, Orlen, Raithen, Rhalina, Rhyker, Rime, Serille, Sylas, Sylven, Talyon, Talyth, Thalira, Vaelith, Valcris, Varin, Xalith, Xavien

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Cha / Char / Charm, Chi / Chill / Chills, Cool / Cools / Cools, Cryo / Cryos / Cryos, Ey / Eye / Eyes, Fra / Frost / Fros, I / Ice / Ices, Kni / Knight / Knights, Mi / Myth / Myths, Mys / Myst / Mysts [Mystery], Pe / Peac / Ock [Peacock], Se / Secr / Secrs [Secret], Sly / Slys / Slys, Spy / Spies / Spies, Sta / Star / Stars, Swo / Swor / Sword, Tea / Tease / Teases, Wine / Wines / Wines

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Survivor of Khaenri’ah’s Tragedy, A Trickster With a Cryo Touch, The Knight Who Wears Frost as a Cloak, The Last Star of Khaenri’ah, The One Who Hides Truth in Shadows, [Pronoun] Who Carries a Heavy Burden, [Pronoun] Who Fights With Icy Grace, [Pronoun] Who Wears Loyalty Like a Mask, [Pronoun] Whose Secrets Are as Frozen as [Pronouns] Heart

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[mariacallous]

My great-great-grandparents, Fischel Weinstein and Myril Karnos, rented a section of the Dniester River, located in present-day Moldova, to grow fish, which they sold to the local community. The name “Fischel” has been passed down through generations, along with a traditional gefilte fish recipe from this region. To this day, I have yet to find anyone in Europe who prepares our family recipe for gefilte fish unless they have South American roots. While we no longer grow our own fish, our family continues to prepare this recipe annually to ensure that this unique heritage is preserved.

This recipe is much more than just a tasty dish; it is a piece of living history. There is a common misconception that Ashkenazi, Sephardic and Mizrahi communities lived in isolated cultural bubbles with no points of connection. However, modern historians and DNA studies, as well as certain recipes like this Bessarabian gefilte fish, have proven otherwise. This unique preparation has gained popularity among Jewish communities in Chile and, to some extent, Argentina, while it has nearly disappeared in Europe following the Holocaust.

This gefilte fish recipe has its roots in the regions of Romania, Moldova and southern Ukraine, collectively known as Bessarabia. It combines traditional Ashkenazi gefilte fish with the Sephardic influence of fried fish, known as pescado frito. When Sephardic Jews migrated to England and the Netherlands, they brought their pescado frito preparation with them, which eventually contributed to the creation of the famous fish and chips. Those who settled in Turkey and the Ottoman Empire also influenced both non-Jewish and Ashkenazi households with their love for eggplants and fried fish.

Bessarabia’s original population consisted of Sephardic Jews who settled in the Ottoman Empire after being expelled from Spain and Portugal in 1492. During the 18th century, the arrival of Ashkenazi Jews fleeing antisemitism in Central Europe led to the cultural assimilation of the smaller Sephardic communities.

Despite this assimilation, the culinary influences of the Ottoman Empire and Sephardic preferences left a lasting impact on Ashkenazi cuisine, resulting in unique combinations, such as this fried and boiled version of gefilte fish, served with chrain (horseradish sauce) and smoked eggplant puree made with vinegar and garlic.

Traditionally, gefilte fish was made by stuffing a more expensive fish with a less valuable fish paste to create an appealing dish for festive occasions. Over time, the preparation evolved into the familiar form of small fish patties served with sliced carrots and a garnish of parsley. In Russia and Poland, it is typically enjoyed cold and sweet, while further south, it is served hot and savory. The original recipe usually called for carp as the main fish, but today, any white fish or a mixture of different fish can be used.

Expand your perception of gefilte fish and preserve a piece of Jewish history by making this delicious recipe!

This article was produced as part of The Nosher’s Jewish Food Fellows Program, which aims to diversify the voices telling Jewish food stories in media spaces.

Notes: 

Chrain, typically served with fish, consists of finely grated raw beetroot mixed with  horseradish. It’s easiest to use the prepared horseradish sauce from a jar, though be aware that these often contain cream and are not suitable for meaty dishes. 

You can prepare the chrain in advance; it keeps for about four days in the refrigerator if made with fresh ingredients, and for about two weeks with preserved horseradish sauce.

To prepare the puree in advance, freeze after Step 5 (before adding garlic, salt and vinegar). Defrost in the refrigerator overnight and continue with the recipe, serving at room temperature. The finished puree will keep in the refrigerator for up to ten days.

The gefilte fish can be prepared in advance and frozen for up to two weeks. Alternatively, once cooked and cooled, store in the refrigerator for up to two days.

[faunabells]

actually. now i have to take a moment to just breathe and exist as myself.

[riken-leather-co]

More of Myril ❤️

[chroniclers-circle]

chromium 1a

Sys.log: First Impressions

She spotted the orchard as she was resting. There was a cold biting breeze that scuffed along her neck, psychosomatic proof that she was alone and that her surroundings must be as cold as they appear through the glass of her visor, and she looked toward the horizon with her weary shoulders slumped. There was a bitterness in her heart, and she didn’t know what to do with that. It was new—perhaps the only new thing in the world.

Cold steam erupted from the mounds of glittering diamonds beyond the tangle almost-trees, curious and twisting in the faint far light of the white-green star that served as this system’s sun. Whether the distance tainted it those curious colors, or there was something about this planet’s atmosphere, she didn’t know. If she stayed long enough she’d probably discover the reason—but she rarely ever stayed long enough. She shivered and, out of misplaced curiosity or perhaps a lack of anything better to do, set off toward the cluster of curious features.

It only almost looked like an orchard, and looked less like one with every step she took closer; though between the smooth surface of the planet, and the endless starry skies above, it could never have been an orchard she’d ever seen before. What passed for trees thrust from the ground in a twisting briar-bramble of awkward limbs and uncanny boughs, gleaming with the mercury-chrome slickness native to this planet that was done better than any factory product she’d ever seen among the forge-world close to the galaxy’s core.

Along each branch fractalled nodules of fist-sized fruits, colored darker than the branches, like steel or charcoal stained glass. Upon reaching the cluster, she reached out with her off-white gloves and attempted to pluck it from the stem. The stem bent back and forth, and then tore with a crack that sounding like shrieking metal, like the Demetrius had sounded on her first, ill-fated, pilot’s drive.

The fruit squished slightly under her tightening fist. The juice stained her fingers light lilac-purple, as it burst open. She blinked. She hadn’t noticed how hard she was squeezing.

Well—that could have gone better. She’d always been told to be more gentle when dealing with new specimens. She picked another fruit from the tree, reached for the satchel at her side, and tucked the new sample inside.

Then she scanned the area around her. Time to move on, and explore more of this strange planet. She’d need to make a classification soon, and time was running out.

She clicked open her audio-visual recorder, and began a new section of her exploration. The screen crackled sharply. She was supposed to voice over her explorations. It was easy to stay silent in an environment like this.

Sys.log: Strange Trees. Possible Cryo-volcanic Activity

Right—she’d seen those mounds earlier. They’d be a fine place to continue her exploration of this cold and gleaming planet. She found herself hoping nothing would go too badly as she trudged toward the hissing hills.

That thought was enough to damn her, of course.

As she set off across the curiously smooth terrain, trying not to track her reflection’s mirror movement too closely, the ground shuddered and moaned beneath her feet, with a similar twisting and shrieking to the twisted fruit trees. In her hurry not to trip and lose her footing, she missed the singular instant that her reflection fell out of synchronity with her, the moment where—if you peered deeply into her double’s tinted vision—you might be able to see her reflection’s face, twisting and snarling with hatred. Juice still dripped from the gloves of her space-suit.

Despite the heaving ground, she was able to keep herself steady with the ease born from spending summer after summer on the oceans of and quaking shores of her homeplanet, Myril. She was just lucky that this planet didn’t have any seas to threaten destructive force after the planet’s desperate anger. The smooth flat landscape, with its scarce hills and rare gentle swells, would make it hard to run from a tidal wave, if one came. The quake was over as soon as it began, and she was left regaining her equilibrium. If that was the worst this planet had to offer, she would be fine.

After the last of the aftershocks had passed, she let her guard down too quickly—in her defense, with all the monitors on her suit reading plunging temperatures, and the ship’s sensors claiming the planet had a rocky, oozing, half-solid core, she hadn’t been expecting the icy geysers to be volcanic.

But, as it turned out, she’d landed on a planet which seemed to hate her. The mounds she’d been about to climb began to hiss and sputter more urgently than before, and bits of frost belched from the pockmarked holes in the ground. She’d thought they were some sort of strange geyser before—she’d been wrong.

The ground roared as it expelled vitriol at her.

The core of the planet was just as sluggish and frozen as her ship sensors had promised. She’d underestimated the other strange signs, the other curious energy readings, the eerie stillness of a world so static and unchanging. Something had held it in stasis, and she’d disrupted that in moments.

Icy chunks of metal spewed into the sky, and she turned and sprinted for her ship. There was no time to make it all the way to the mounds, to see what they were made of, why they sparkled in the minty starlight—she had to stay alive.

The gangplank rang underneath her feet as she sprinted for the button, hit the airlock, and began emergency takeoff procedures. She couldn’t stay here a moment longer than she already had. Not if she wanted to leave with her life.

The little chrome fruit glittered bright and tarnished silver in her bag where she slung it by the doors, shaking—and that too went unnoticed, as she guided the ship back into interplanetary orbit.

NEXT PLANET

[mytavruin]

Except from Chapter 2 of The Gods sent you to Ruin me:

Full fic on A03

No one ever expected Ruin to be as fast as he was with how large his frame was, but the Drow moved like a thief fleeing with a dragon on their tail. There was a squeak from the woman who was next to the dead man. Ruin had closed the gap between them while she looked at her companion's fallen corpse. She changed her crossbow for a shortsword and cut across Ruin's right arm. The Drow barely noticed. He grabbed the sword with his left hand and pulled it effortlessly out of the dead archer and into the woman's belly. Her eyes were as wide as a deer and just as brown. She whimpered softly as the air left her lungs.

“Myril!” A man who was running towards Astarion turned his attention to Ruin. His eyes were wild with fury and tears. “You bastard!” The wolves ran with the man and matched his snarls and bites.

The man was foolish, forgetting Astarion was still a very real threat. The pale elf took his dagger and cut at the man’s ankle as he passed. There was a curse and then the man fell into the snow, his sword falling out of his hand.

“Gustav, you idiot!” The man who shouted out their orders punched Astarion and kicked the dagger out of his hand. The wolves kept true to their path. Attacking Ruin with quick bites, howling to confuse him. There wasn't much of an opening as the wolves circled. Ruin breathed hard, sword at the ready for when there would be a moment to strike. When a black wolf dove in for a bite, its mouth wide, Ruin charged forward, sword extended to his side, the edge of his blade going between the wolf’s teeth and sliced through its skull. The body ran for a few steps before it collapsed to its side.

There was a stained sound of clothes ripping from the fallen man. “I’ll kill you.” The sound was deeper and harsher than a moment ago. His form buckled and Ruin could see his skin peel as new flesh burst forth. His face and limbs elongated with a horrible ripping sound, like meat being torn. When he stood he was covered in fur and took the form of a wolf. There was a howl before the werewolf attacked with his claws, slashing Ruin across the chest and sending him staggering back from the blow.

One of the wolves went in for a lunge and sank its teeth into Ruin's right shoulder. He screamed, pain exploding from the area as the wolf yanked from side to side.

The Drow’s eyes glowed to a pinkish white. “Let me go.” Ruin commanded. The wolf let go, reluctantly, and backed away slowly, tail between its legs. Then Ruin sliced downward, cutting off its head. The werewolf roared and leaped at Ruin, its claws missing this time as he sidestep and shoulder another wolf in the process. There was a high pitched yelp and bone crunch as Ruin let his full body weight drop on the white wolf.

There was no time to pause and Ruin rolled as claws made their way down aiming for his head. The claws punctured the fallen wolf like it was made of butter. There was one last yelp from the fallen animal. The werewolf howled and the reverberation sent Ruin wobbling.

[myrilsoleil]

"You stayed the course. As I knew you would. As will I." I've been cooking up a Rubicante connection for Myril, it's somewhat incoherent atm but I do have the outfit at least!

[ombrathefurry]

some cama doodles from a Couple days ago + som worldbuilding

it bothered me immensely that there wouldn’t be much of a good reason for anthros to evolve naturally especially considering the anatomical traits of my anthros (being literally just fusions between humans and animals)

which, in my opinion, would be really biased/human-centric in terms of defining a real reason for them to evolve so it would make more sense that there was a conscious/unnatural force to drive them to turn into fusions like that

not only is it just one type of animal that is anthro, but in my universe it’s like several different animal kingdoms which would not really make sense to evolve either

plus there are different degrees of anthro/feral in anthro characters (like plantigrade vs digitigrade or paws vs hands or different types of teeth or claws vs nails) so I think there would be different degrees of the curse kind of embedded into certain alleles/genetic traits and they wouldn’t really emerge on a spectrum like that regularly without speciation

plus they still coexist with non-anthro/feral versions of themselves in thadrofinica

the kin stuff might not make sense right now because I haven’t really publicly described what kin are yet??? I’ll get there one day

at first I was considering making anthros related to shapeshifters and all that but it just doesn’t make much sense

I think it makes most sense that anthros were from a different place a very long time ago that were just humans with a curse placed on them and eventually wandered into thadrofinica through the twistwoods

So unlike shapeshifters, Myrilings, mattrogalia and cervimards (with a lot more species to come in the future) they’re not inherently native to thadrofinica but integrated themselves very early into history and have become rooted to the universe in a sense

[the-masked-society]

He's old enough to steal wine, he's old enough to spell correctly.

Myrill {nauhuh. i. i baby trust.🥳tempst)

You can steal wine even as a kid, besides I can read what he says so it doesn't matter

- Digi

.. you spent 2 minutes over that last ask trying to make sense of it

- Ace