#Myria Edition

[francoisl-artblog]

Myriatober Part 4, the comeback of the return of the sequel.

I like finding title like that.

Themes themes :

16 : Harp : Yeah, It happens that I wanted and excuse to draw an Astérix Character. Just got into it recently. Have a Cacofonix.

17 : Carrot: Who miss the Rabbit power up in Super Mario ? No one since there's a lot of equivalent, honestly. It's just that find this neat.

18 : Loop : Sanic. Because the last remaster is apparently pretty neat if you haven't played the original.

19 + 20 : Roleplay and Pencil : Because my Goblinettes are pretty found of role-play. Niki said it helps for future quest to get in character. Molette just enjoy the mood, and Satia got to mess with the game as much as she likes too.

Characters (c) to their respective creators

Goblins OC made by me

[geraldineetmona]

"Faut que je te montre tous les types de Pikmin que j'ai débloqué ! Prépare les cookies, et viens t'assoir !"

"I need to show you all the Pikmin types I've unlocked ! Get the cookies and come here !"

Geraldine works a lot on her computer. It may not look like that, but she's working a lot. She doesn't always have time to rest. So, when she has a break time, Mona try her best to makes her comfortable for a nice relax time. And by that, it means playing some video games with some cookies and hot chocolate/coffee. Not gonna lie, it's the best thing for them.

Characters (c) Me, Myria Editions Artwork made by me.

[thepog]

If I led a quarter of a million men to death, would they call me Gerold the Great? I shall remain Darkstar, I think. At least it is mine own.

[ch1maeras]

𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗤𝗨𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 : 1 / ∞ featuring abel riggins ( @myriaed )

— 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 —

[demidevildiva]

As hard as Sebastian tried he couldn't focus on anything that Myria was saying. Her words sounding distance despite her proximity. He had to constantly squeeze shut his eyes, and shake his head to escape the sense of urgency and weightiness he felt despite nothing pressing him, but his insides were screaming. He'd felt this once before - as a child during a hospital visit. No one had known what the problem was, but the prick of an EpiPen saving his breath. He was having an allergic reaction to something, but he knew not what. Then her words came through. I have to keep you safe, don't I? Save you from all this - grief. This unhappiness. It's for your own good, y'know? Do you understand? Did he understand? His face turned her way, and words he wasn't able to form turned to gasps as he stared at her. He was going to die. He was going to die... and Myria...? Nothing made sense, but his body didn't allow him the chance to process. Sebastian felt himself trying to push away from her, to grip for something - ANYTHING - that could help him feel somewhat grounded. He was truly going to die. Call 911, he wanted to shout as he held onto his couch cushions for dear life. CALL 911!

Sebastian had never thought of how he would die. He killed pigs almost daily, stunting them so they would feel nothing of what was coming for them, but he wasn't in the same predicament. He felt too much and nothing at all. This was really it for him. His thoughts traveled through his life almost comically. Looking into the future had never been his priority in life. Bash preferred to live in the present, and enjoy the little things that brought him joy in life. The rooster that woke him at the crack of dawn each and every day, the chickens he tendered to before making himself breakfast, and the smell that accentuated his farm - ghastly at best - but one that he'd grown to feel comfortable in. It's all he's ever done with his life, but he was proud of it all. His world was his and his alone, but at least he wasn't dying alone. Bash's eyes blurred with unshed tears that fell shortly after meeting Myria's gaze. She was a friend. He trusted her, she couldn't - wouldn't end his life surely? But he knew there was no way that he'd be saved now. His body wouldn't make it another minute of this torture, let alone wait for the paramedics to get there in time. Even if they did get ahold of them, his estate was too large for the vehicle to make it to him in time. All he could really think about was wanting it all to end - he didn't dare think about his friends and family. Just another death. That's what he'll be. Another body added onto the pile.

Parker - Bash hoped she wouldn't suffer. Hoped she'd let him go and not allow his demise to strain her life. He wasn't the best cousin, but for her he'd tried his best. Gone out of his way to entertain all her crazy ideas and allow himself to play guinea pigs throughout most of their childhood. She was so very strong. Stronger then he ever was or ever could have been. Parker was all the family that he ever really needed in his life, and the only one that he got along with despite their obvious differences.

Evangeline - There was an unspoken bond between them that he was never able to explain. Not even his own sister could compare to the companionship and love that he held for Evie despite his constant refusal to entertain her from the beginning. He had found her endearing despite how annoyingly happy she's always been. Despite how no matter how many times he's kick her off his property she found her way right back in forcing a smile upon his lips. She was the little sister that he had wished his own to be.

Sebastian had never uttered the word love in his life, but he hopes they knew him enough to have felt it throughout the years. That despite his inability to keep up with either of them that they knew he appreciated the impact that they had in his life. They had made him feel loved unlike anyone had loved him. Made him feel needed and important in their lives which was far more than he could have ever dreamed of...

If given the time - Myria could've turned Bash into something great. She knew she could - she hand an eye for these sort of things. She could turn even the worst of roadkill into something beautiful, into something worth living. Bash was - better than roadkill, that she knew for sure - but he needed confidence. "Are you saying you're not beautiful?" Myria teased, eyes a sharp, amused glint, "You're like - very handsome, Bash. But that's, like - part of your name, isn't it? Sebastian. Bash - bashful. You were born to be humble with your beauty - it's like, a good thing, probably - hubris always ends up killing people in fairytales, y'know? Like the evil witch in Snow White - who wants to be fairest of them all? Maybe we should get you a tan." Her smile only widened the more Bash spoke praise of her - letting it wash over her in some sort of sick satisfaction. There was nothing lovelier than praise from prey - a sheep soothing a crying wolf, only to wound up with it's head bit off - blood staining their once - perfect wool. "I'd love to work with you, Bash - we'd make, like, the funnest pair. Work would like, never feel like work again. I'd be like, queen of the coup - and you can be like, the king of the pen!" The excitement churned in her stomach - talking to Bash, reminiscing on the memories they shred - the memories they could've had in the future. She almost felt remorseful - they could've had time, but Myria was already pressed for it. She had stalled it long enough - her own selfish desire to keep him around, to stare at - to preen at, like the feathers of a parrot. She could've spoken to him for hours - have him recite back terms of endearment to her, have him tell her everything she's ever wanted to be hear. Focus - focus. "We use them a lot in our traditional funerals - they symbolize mourning. I've been using them a lot more than usual - have you noticed?" Her voice turned eager - speaking through Bash as he seemed to choke on his own words. "Do you've something caught in your throat? A little birdie, perhaps?" Myria sipped casually from her own cup before setting it down upon the table - calm, eerily so; even though the adrenaline was making its way through her. Focus, focus - calm. "Is it the dust? Should I open a window?" Myria shifted in her seat, crawling closer to Bash, to lay her head upon his shoulder as the walls of his throat started to swell, to cut off his oxygen. "Wouldn't this have been nice? You and I - everyday in this very living room, a fire in the 'place - children running amuck? I've always wanted children, I think - they wouldn't have my bad luck. I know they wouldn't. I hope you don't think I'm doing this out of love, I mean - I am. I care for you, I do - really, Bash - but I think I love you too much - there's so much more to come. I have to keep you safe, don't I? Save you from all this - grief. This unhappiness. It's for your own good, y'know? Do you understand?" She lifted her head, a hand coming to rest upon his neck as she gazed into his eyes. "Tell me you understand, Bash. Try your hardest, please. I'd love to hear your voice one more time, pretty please?"

[nord19]

Myria Editions: announcement of the trailer for the manga Quartet Chronicles! April 2, 6pm (France) Can't wait! 🔥🔥🔥

[oldofbadchoices]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE  ―  DAY FIFTEEN: Soulmate AU

Stefan, Myria (white) and Klaus (green) were confused when they found two names, instead of just one, when they turned eighteen, one on each wrist. Myria and Klaus had already found each other when they got their mark but they had to spend almost 1000 years to find their third.

[ren-c-leyn]

HAPPY STS!

What are your favorite scenes in your WIP(S) and your least favorite scenes in your WIP(S)? Favorite OC(S)? Least favorite OC(S)?

Happy belated sts to you ^^ My favorite scenes include the scene in The Time Keeper's office in Chapter 4 of The Shackles of Time, Reuven and Silver's tea-time conversations in Forgotten Gods, the first time Sparrow sees magic in person in The Plight of a Sparrow, Valerian marveling at how effortless Thistle makes broaching conversation with strangers look while they're hunting for information related to their mothers, Orion walking onto his bridge to find this tiny, colorful vampire sitting in his chair looking through all of his databases; the entire gallows scene in The Dragon Crown, Lierin narrating her decision between doing the smart thing and doing the dumb thing of going into the cave without backup and then trying to explain why she decided to do the dumb thing; and many others. Honestly, if I didn't limit it to one per project we'd be here forever lol.

Least favorite scenes is harder since they don't stick with me as much as the scenes I loved and I tend to edit them until I either like them or can at least live with him. I can't think of any off the top of my head, right now. The ones that did come to mind are now in a 'scrapped' folder and not apart of the actually WIPs anymore.

Current favorite OCs - Raina, Sparrow, Wyndulin, Arlen, Cherrenth, and Myria.

Current Least favorite - Aaron, Mist, and Karma.

Thanks for stopping by~! I hope you have a lovely day/evening.

[seasonofthewitchfic-blog]

Einmyria Lokidottir Aesthetics ~ by Sofia Veras

[shyvioletcat]

Show Me: Part 6 - Rowaelin

Sorry, I meant to post this on the weekend but I was just crazy exhausted and my writing needed heavy editing. This is the second last part. Next weekend will be the final chapter. I’m actually really excited because I’ve never finished a fic before. Thanks to these lovely people for following and asking to be tagged.

@huntress-of-velaris @aelin-and-feyre @ohmyrowan @viajandosinalas@until-theveryend @rowanismybae @bluephoenix222 @fucking-winchester-trash

Special shout out to @nish247. I think you asked to get tagged ages ago and I forgot. Sorry about that. 

If you want to be tagged or I’ve missed you let me know and I’ll add you to the list. 

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Aelin was deflecting, and avoiding, and straight up denying any attempt by Rowan or the others to get her to play the beautiful new instrument that had arrived weeks ago.

Aelin wanted to play, she was yearning for it. But she had had lost count of the many times she sat on the bench and felt nothing. She had tapped at the keys and Rowan had even bought her an array of sheet music, just to give her that extra bit of encouragement. Aelin looked at the notes and at the keys that would bring the music to life but couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

She loved the pianoforte. It made her heart ache at how much thought Rowan had put towards the gesture. She just couldn’t bring herself to play. When Rowan had been in the room during her attempts Aelin saw him become alert, his pine green eyes intent on her. She refused to see them when they fell when nothing became of it.

Besides all that Aelin was tired.

The moments she had sat down at the instrument were stolen between meetings or before she succumbed to complete exhaustion then collapsed into bed. They had been to the theatre a couple of times and each time the music swept Aelin away, but her own expression was a void

Aelin was now hunched over her desk, going over the reports for the upcoming trade agreements with Adarlan. They seemed fair enough, she hadn’t expected Dorian to try and cheat her country of anything, it was practically an agreement between friends. But she needed to be well versed it what was being requested and also given, she didn’t want to seem like a unaware young woman who let those around her run the country. She wanted to show whoever Dorian was going to send that she did her job. And she did her job well.

Finishing the page Aelin lent back in her chair and wondered who in fact Dorian would send. Obviously not Chaol. First of all, Aelin was sure it wasn’t exactly part of his job description. And secondly, he had a small baby. She doubted her loyal hearted friend would want to leave his wife and daughter anytime soon. The thought of Chaol being a father brought a smile to her face. Aelin couldn’t help but smile as she wondered how he  had gone during the birth. Maybe Yrene educated him enough that he was less likely to bolt from the room, red faced when faced with the functionings of the female body.

There was a knock at the door and Aelin called for them to come in. Nox stepped into Aelin’s study and gave a quick bow.

“Majesty, the trade delegation from Adarlan is here.”

Aelin just stared at him for a moment, then tilted her head. “Pardon?”

“The trade delegation. They’ve arrived.”

“They’re no supposed to arrive for days,” Aelin said as she squeezed the bridge of her nose. Then she sighed. Her hands were covered in ink and her clothes were rumpled and a little too casual for meeting an official political delegation. “Thank you, Nox.”

Nox nodded and then left.

Taking one last glance at the trade agreement, Aelin left her study and made her way back to her private chambers to quickly bath and change to officially greet her visitors. She entered her suite of rooms assuming she’d be alone, Rowan was off in the city doing something that didn’t require fine clothes. So when she saw a male figure standing in her lounge area she halted and went for the non existent weapon at her side. Then she realised who it was and let out a broken laugh.

“Dorian?”

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Dorian turned as he heard his name and smiled at the Queen of Terrasen. She came out of what he assumed was a defensive stance and walked towards him. He met her halfway with an embrace which she readily returned, they held onto each other tightly for a moment. Aelin’s eyes were shining when she pulled away and Dorian felt emotion rising in his own chest.

“You’re the trade delegation?” Aelin asked as she took him in.

Dorian gave an indulgent shrug, “I wanted to make sure you weren’t taking my country for all it’s worth.”

Aelin laughed, wiping at her eyes . “These surprises will be the end of me.”

Dorian laughed at that and went to say something along the lines of you get what you’re given, but Aelin held up her hand and waved him off.

“I know, I know,” she said, “Rowan’s already lectured me. Multiple times.”

Dorian now took in Aelin as she had him. She looked well. Healthy. But Rowan was right, there was something missing. Just that little spark. He wasn’t surprised, a little concerned maybe, but he was pressed to think of anyone who wasn’t still harbouring some form of scar after the war. Aelin led them to a couch and they sat.

“How’s Chaol? And Yrene? How are you?” Aelin rattled off and she tucked her feet under her, facing him with her arm stretched along the back of the couch.

“They’re both… tired,” Dorian said with a smile. “Myria has her father wrapped around her little finger. Yrene adores watching them together. But a baby is hard work, especially when they’re both working so hard for our country.”

Aelin was smiling, “and?”

Dorian bristled. By that wicked grin he knew what was coming, but decided to bait her anyway. “And what?”

“How are you? How are you… and Manon?”

“I think I’m much like you,” Dorian said. “Tired to my bones, barely a moment of peace. But I am well. As well as I can be.”

Aelin just gave him a long look. It made Dorian laugh.

“Manon is well,” Dorian said with a shrug, “you could ask her yourself. She’s here. That’s how I got here. Much quicker to travel by wyvern”

Aelin’s eyebrows rose in surprise, a knowing smile on her lips.

But Dorian’s face fell when he said, “She’s down on the plain.”

The two friends became quiet at that. Indeed. Everyone was carrying scars.

To make sure Aelin didn’t pry further into his and Manon’s personal life Dorian turned to the pianoforte that had become the feature of the room. He’d seen it before. He was glad it had arrived all the way from Adarlan unscathed.

“That,” Dorian said with a nod to the pianoforte, “is a beautiful instrument. That colour… it’s like whoever commissioned that knew you very well.”

Aelin gaped at him a little and Dorian smiled.

“It was you! You helped Rowan with all of it!” She gave his shoulder a shove. “How did I not think of that before.”

“Most likely because you haven’t had a moment of quiet to think about it. He didn’t tell you?” Dorian asked as he rose from the couch and went to the instrument.

“No,” Aelin replied as she followed. “Rowan said something about a gentleman having his secrets. I reminded him he’s about the furthest you can get from being a real gentleman but he still wouldn’t tell me.”

Dorian sat on the bench and patted the seat next to him, Aelin complied and sat down next to him. “I would say he’s genteel enough.”

Aelin gave a snort of laughter. Aelin still didn’t reach for the keys so he did. With one hand he started to play a simple child’s song.

“I didn’t know you played,” Aelin said, pretended shock in her voice.

“My mother had me take lessons, but I developed other pursuits,” he said glancing at Aelin.

Aelin laughed and gave him a knowing look.

“I was talking about sword fighting, Aelin,” Dorian said.

That only made Aelin laugh harder.

Dorian played the song through again and he noticed how intently Aelin watched his fingers.

“I remember,” Dorian said, playing clumsily through a few notes, “a lovely young woman who could play beautifully. She played in a way I had never heard before, she lived through that music.”

Dorian watched as Aelin’s hand hovered over the keys of then curled into a fist, then she rested it down by her thigh. Dorian stopped playing.

“I… I,” Aelin’s voice broke. “I don’t think that woman exists anymore.”

Dorian looked at Aelin, tears were falling down her cheeks and he rested his hand on her still clenched fist.

“Of course she doesn’t. Either does that boy who was reckless enough to fall for an assassin,” Dorian smiled as Aelin let out a shuddering laugh. “There was no outcome from what we went through that would let us remain whole. Everyone lost a part of themselves, for good or for bad.”

“I know,” Aelin said as she wiped her cheek with her sleeve. “But that part of my soul, my mortal soul, it… died. It held so much of who I was. I want it to be part of me again, I want to feel those things again. But they’re gone.”

Dorian wrapped his arm around his friend, pulling her closer to him.

“I shut off many parts of myself. Buried them so deep it took me a long time to reconnect with those parts. Which I know is nothing compared to what happened to you. But…” Dorian took in a deep breath as he thought of Chaol, of Manon, even Aelin, “But the thing is it took me realising that there is no going back, our only choice move forward and to rediscover or reforge those missing parts of us. I didn’t find myself, I didn’t heal, alone. We’re here Aelin. You ask and any of us will be there for you. Anyone of of your friends, your family, will do anything you ask of us. Just say what you need and it’s yours.”

“I know, I know,” Aelin said quietly. “I just don’t know how.”

Dorian sat there with his arm around his friend, waiting for Aelin to move away, letting her decide when she had taken all the comfort she needed.

It was a long while before Aelin stood up, a small and hopeful smile on her face.

[francoisl-artblog]

Myriatober Final Part, this time it's the end.

And for the 31th Theme : Myria

The main character behind the lore of Myria Editions ! Myria ! It could be long to explain, but short version : she's kind of a masters of keys that open portals and link between dimensions.

Is it said that every characters from Myria Editions belongs to the same Universe. (Like Geraldine & Mona, for instance)

Great character, had the pleasure to met her hologram in real life.

Myria (c) Myria Editions

Artwork made by me.

[geraldineetmona]

"Mona, on est seulement le 2 Octobre, rends ces bonbons immédiatement ! C'est beaucoup trop tôt !" "C'est jamais trop tôt pour Halloween !"

C'est cette période de l'année ! Celle où on porte des accessoires avec des petites squelettes dessus, la période où on remet des films "qui-font-peur-mais-pas-trop" tout en augmentant son taux de sucre dans le sang en prenant des confiseries. Quelle belle saison !

___

"Mona, it's only October 2nd, return those candies immediately! It's way too early!" “It’s never too early for Halloween !”

It's that time of year! The one where we wear accessories with little skeletons on them, the period where we put on "scary-but-not-too-scary" films while increasing our blood sugar levels by taking sweets. What a great season!

Geraldine & Mona (c) Me + Myria Edition Artwork made by me.

[nealtheneal]

Concept Art Collection - Myria Editions

[golden-lionsnake]

I wish I had the time and editing capacity to put a montage of Telyn and Myria attempting to ‘eat’ a lot of things to get Nazoc to eat over like yakety sax or something. that’d just be it. that’d be the lore entry. poorly edited dragons moved by a visible mouse over a lot of poorly photoshopped terrain.

[dailydaynes]

Sorry for my english, i really love your edits, i need a favor, can you give me the name of the actress used for Myria Jordayne? I would be very thankful for it.

Fahriye Evcen! 

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Myria Dayne ✧ Morning Star

In the sack of King’s Landing, only one child was left alive.  Myria Dayne, the infant daughter of Arthur Dayne, the child who should never have existed.  A broken vow, a Dornish girl in the Capital; no one would miss her.  So Tywin Lannister told everyone that she had died, sneaking her out to be raised in Casterly Rock; future leverage in case of a Dornish uprising, one who would be loyal only to him.

And then Robert Baratheon dies, Joffrey takes the throne, and Tywin Lannister returns to King’s Landing as the hand of the king, with none other than the long dead Myria Dayne.

Soon after, Oberyn Martell leads his bannermen to Dorne for King Joffrey’s wedding, and learns that the only child of Arthur Dayne is alive and in King’s Landing. Knowing too well what happens to Dornish girls in the Capital, he is determined to protect her, to save her the way he couldn’t save his sister.  Taking Lady Myria Dayne, ward of Tywin Lannister, to Dorne would be a declaration of war; but taking Princess Myria of House Martell to Sunspear?  That might just be possible.

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