Remaking Old Drawings

✨SECOND CHAPTER✨

Now it's available in both Wattpad and AO3!!!!!

It was extremely disgusting to write it, it gave me a heart attack when it got deleted, but it's finally ready and posted ❤️

Wattpad

Ashes - 02 - Mad World

Read 02 - Mad World from the story Ashes by MichellyM4 (Michelly My) with 4 reads. deepthoughts, familyproblems, family...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63364711/chapters/162346738#workskin

Oh my—oh my holy goodness GRACIOUS GOD IT IS WORKING OH MY GOODNESS GOD BLESS SYNTHV I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU GOD BLESS YOU WHOEVER CREATED IT I LOVE YOU

Now I can make people sing in MARTRAKOJI!!!!!!!!!!!!! The song Miorak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAA

I had made this song with instruments in Musescore, but it didn’t have lyrics, so now I’ll make the lyrics in SynthV and the instruments in Musescore, and LONG LIVE CULTURAL HYMNS!

I’ll make the English version later and post both versions, also with its meaning! It might take long cuz I’m busy, but IT WILL GET READY CUZ THIS SONG IS MY PRIDE.

Here, thinking about Kenyan’s state in the main story.

I need to decide if she’ll be still fighting or if she gave up already, cuz it’ll change A LOT of the story.

If she’s fighting:

She has no idea Ethan is in Martra.

Ethan will see her for the first time in an execution and she’ll look away

She’ll fight Sylris to know wth Ethan is doing there

She won’t know how to react if Ethan tries to talk to her personally

She won’t tell him the whole truth, afraid of burdening him with the problems she has been protecting him from.

Ethan will get mad at her, but will notice something is wrong

Hiélo will be there to explain things to Ethan

Ethan will try to save his mum, etc etc etc… next things are too much spoiler

Now, if she gave up:

She’ll ask Sylris to bring Ethan to Martra, so they can stay in family

She probably won’t be holding executions now that she knows he’s somewhere in Martra ☠️

She’ll look for him hard, and Behati will think Ethan is some kind of wanted criminal

Ethan is taken to the castle and “WOAH, MUM?!” and Kenyan will cry hard while hugging him

Sylris will be the utmost example of a great father, trust him

Kenyan will try to explain everything, but telling a filtered story where things don’t sound as bad as it was

Kenyan and Sylris will fight about whether revealing him as their son or not (Maivtre shouldn’t have a male child)

Sylris finds a way to make it valid and kinda forces Ethan to accept it

Ethan feels overwhelmed, etc etc etc… I don’t know what would happen next lmao

The first idea is in my mind since some time, but the second might be good too cuz it might confuse Ethan more. “What? My mum left me just to stay with my father?! And the reason she didn’t take me with her was ‘because it was too far away and in a strange/dangerous world’????”

THE POOR GUY JUST KNOWS SUFFERING

Afternoon Snack (AU)

That’s how those theories started!

Ethan’s so done… but what can she do? Kenyan will never get used to processed meat and bland plants. It feels like eating plastic and poison.

Rest in peace, cute blue bird 🕊️🪻

Yeah, my style is gradually degrading its quality 😝 Comics take too much time for something useless (it’s not relevant for the main story) and I will not spend more than a day to do it. And I know if I decide to continue it another day, I’ll never finish it ❤️

(If you don’t know, Auvies are carnivores. They might be able to eat plants, but it tastes really bad.)

Random sketches of modern Kenyan. I like this AU so much cuz her personality is more intense on it. Reckless, still, but it’s better than living like a zombie everyday.

They look really cool woah ⚠️⚠️ your style fits them better, but I had to make at least a quick sketch of them :))

DOUG AND TRIXIE SKETCH PAGE SET!!!

(Interactions would be incredibly appreciated!)

Execution Mode

A badass queen ready to execute people ❤️ Kenyan doesn’t play in the job, even if she doesn’t really want it.

Her mask is made of bones because bones need extremely high temperatures to burn, like 1292 degrees Fahrenheit, or 700 degrees Celsius.

Well, when using her powers on living beings, no bones stay, but she wears that for the meaning (“Maivtre can’t get burned with her powers”, which is a lie everyone believes into). People also aren’t worthy of even looking at her face, so if she catches somebody gazing at her when she’s not wearing the mask, they burn immediately 💀

I didn’t stop to think how her powers work exactly, but I’m imagining something like agitating the molecules of a specific place. No, she doesn’t have fire coming from her hands, the target just gets hot really fast and then the fire appears.

So, if she makes some hand gestures in public, is just to make it dramatic. In reality, she just needs to focus a bit in something and it will burn. I love her 😝

Ah, and in this specific moment of the drawing, she’s not using her powers. You can notice it by checking if her halo is visible or not (which is also how Hiélo catches her self-harming…)

A random, self-insert story. Idk if I’ll continue it.

Just so you know, the inserted character acts nothing like me (they’re too extrovert), but they act in the way I wanted to act if I met her. Anyway, it’s just a silly and fun story that I wanted to write a lot. AO3

> Next chapter

Ray

It happened in a joyful day.

The garden was livid, full of flowers and colorful Nixies. A breeze flowed through, making the leaves dance on air, bringing a sense of calm in the disturbed mind who walked by.

It was impossible to don’t get mesmerized by her flaming hair. Crimson and wild, it seemed like fire itself. Her slim legs paced slowly in the grass, and the Nixies hurried to check out the bloody bandages. These were around her legs, arms and neck, but the woman seemed unbothered.

Instead, her face was hollow. The bags under her eyes told a tale, and her cracked lips continued it. Clouds could be seen in her red irises, simmering over dilated pupils that were focused beyond; far beyond from there.

For a moment, they looked up and noticed the tree over her. Its shadow was solid, protecting her frail skin from the sun.

It was perfect, truly.

Her legs immediately faltered and she fell over the roots. It was quite uncomfortable, but did it matter? She had been in worse conditions and yet, there she was, still alive. So she stayed there, eyes closed, with a pulsing numbness hovering in her body.

She did take more than the normal. She had to. They were so insistent... their voices, pleas and screams. They had crawled under her skin —thus the wounds on her body—, but no longer.

All she could hear were whispers slipping past like sand. The words were feeble, and she couldn’t make out their meanings. She didn’t want to. Didn’t care to.

Some would call it madness.

Peace, she named it.

There was nothing like the pure state of silence and unconsciousness. Fleeting memories would come and leave, no thoughts were required, and the outer world wouldn’t reach her.

For this reason, she frowned at the new stimulus from outside her mind.

“Hellooo,” hummed serene. “Are you fine?”

Goosebumps surged from the stroke on her cheek. So gentle, so sweet, barely touching her. It didn’t felt like Hiélo’s or Sylris’s. It was more… refreshing.

Kenyan opened her eyes and the world around was spinning. Everything was blurred and abstract, except the person in front of her.

“So you are alive!” They smiled and tilted their head. “You got me worried for a sec’, you know?”

Their voice settled in her ears, feeling like a massage in her brain. Soothing, relaxed, warm… she never heard anything like that, did she?

And their face was a sight. Radiant and beautiful, youthful in the tender light. They looked happy. Complete.

When and how did she kill them?

She stared and stared, watching as they accommodated themselves laid in the fresh grass. Their eyes shone at her, as if waiting for something.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I don’t remember you.”

“Of course you don’t, it’s the first time we met.” They giggled and held her hand. “Though I know you, Kenyan. You’re so awesome! I’ve always wanted to talk to you like this.”

She didn’t held their hand back. Not because she didn’t want, but because she didn’t have strength to. Somehow, the person seemed to know it.

“What are you doing here?” they asked.

Running. Escaping. Hiding.

“Resting,” she answered.

“Hmm, your garden is very beautiful, indeed a wonderful place to rest.” They nodded and then gasped. “Can I live here?! I promise to take care of everything while you’re out!”

Live there?

“Why?”

“Because it’s great, and I get to see you!” Their eyes smiled. “Will you come to visit me often?”

She blinked and her finger twitched. Who was that daring person? She didn’t say they could live there, but they’re asking if she’ll visit them. She never saw their face, but they talk as if they were long friends. How so shameless? How so casual? How so nice?

“Okay, I will.”

“Yey!” They cheered and got up in a jump. “You’re the best, Kenyan! See you soon, your love is coming to get you!”

And just like that, they left like they appeared.

…what was it? A spirit, a ghost or hallucination?

She didn’t even ask their name. So rude of her…

They said her love was coming; did they mean Sylris? People trust his words more than rumors, and he said so convincingly that they were deeply in love… yuck.

But for her surprise, the arms who held her weren’t Sylris. Even in her sick state, she knew it was Hiélo. Her love.

How did they know it?

Straining her eyes, she glanced at Hiélo who was visibly worried, carrying her to somewhere. He was rushing. So cute.

“Élo, did you see someone in the garden?…”

His ears twitched. “What did you say?”

“Short…” she mumbled half-awaken, half-asleep, “shiny, shameless, sheepish…” she chuckled. “Why am I ‘sh-ing’ everything?”

“Focus, Kenyan!” He held her slightly tighter. “Was somebody with you?!”

“I don’t know. They said they were gonna live there. It’s their home. Don’t shove them away.”

“Oh great evil...” He frowned and barked at the other guards, saying a lot of orders, but she wasn’t hearing anymore.

Her mind faltered beyond; far beyond from there. To where the person was. To when she was going to see them again.

She couldn’t wait for it.

Behínji Sume Sohiel

Ad Xinie Maivtre — Ad Auvana Odabrani — Ad Mizae Iskatram

Translated, it means “Blessed be Sohiel. The Pure Maivtre, The Wise Odabrani, The Loving Iskatram.”

As I said some posts ago, Sohiel is the holy family of Martra. They are both religious figures and royalty as well. It’s something determined many ages ago, a culture deeply enrooted in the citizens.

The current lineage is Kenyan as Maivtre and Sylris as Odabrani; they're married.

Sylris is so handsome, gosh. Look at those lashes and hands.

Sweet Bird - 1

There it goes!

I was thinking about posting the complete comic, but I noticed the images would be too long to read, so let’s go posting by parts.

And I said it in the previous post: this is a backstory! I won’t tell whose is it, but I think it’s not hard to figure it out (especially if I add colors later, but this is a dream for a far future lmao)

If you can reblog, I’d be grateful, but if you can’t, I’m glad you read this <3

And a last comment:

I loved these parts.

That’s all. Thanks for your attention.