Keny Yaneh

Studying Art

I’ll have some free time nowadays (supposedly) so I’ll try to “study” one old drawing per day. At first, it’ll be more of a tracing by eye (I dunno the right term), but I want to learn realism to make more drawings of Kenyan/Maivtre 😗❤️

Ghosting

I ghost people a lot. It’s too tiring to answer everyone and deal with people and do things for them. But I'd like to have someone who's there for me, you know? But it’s not fair to do that to someone. Nobody deserves to be treated like that.

So I keep my distance, for their well-being and mine as well. At least, this is the excuse I use in my head.

And I forgot to draw my glasses 🤓

What’s your biggest source of inspiration for Ethan :D

Were there any characters that inspired you? Any Music, movies, books, etc.

Myself—

I wish I was kidding lol 😀

Tbh, I don’t know how to make things inspired on others; at least, not in a conscious level. Like, if I hear a song, the best I can do is read the lyrics and think about some animation I could do with that, but other than that? “Sry, my mind was busy understanding the media ✋🏽”

So… Ethan is a scaredy cat, people-pleaser, trying to feel loved again. This is all about me????? I don’t know how it ended up like this, I swear I didn’t realize he was like this when I was writing about him.

But the main idea I had while writing the current Ethan was: “He is a normal guy. The most normal guy ever, living a normal life. Then he goes to a weird world, like isekai stories, but instead of dominating it, he will be scared/sad/worried the whole time, just like any normal person would be at a weird world where you don’t know anyone.”

It just annoys me how they put kids and teenagers to fight a big evil, and they’re fine with it, and they win???? No way. If it was me, I’d die in spot.

Now the thing is that I inserted Maya in this world as well, it wasn’t in my plans, so it will probably change more of his feelings, I don’t know…

(And my opinion about Ethan? He’s not my favorite guy. I don’t like him a lot. Maybe cuz he represents the weak part of me?… I prefer Kenyan, who’s just the mad/“I give up” part of me. And yeah, this family is all based on myself, including Sylris; fight me)

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!)

Nixies

Nixies are like fairies. They’re born from flowers that survive Shizores’ rain/acid, not having any sexual or romantic relationships, only friendships. They also don’t have gender, having androgynous appearance.

They can’t talk (verbally), so they use gestures and touches to communicate. For this reason, they stay in groups to facilitate their interactions. A minority of them know how to write in Martrakoji, but they’re clumsy with it because they’re tiny, making it quite hard to talk to another species.

They don’t eat, but need to drink loads of water. They also don’t live for too long in a single life (when they die, they go back to dirt and may reincarnate in the future with some memories).

Their function is to protect plants and attack anyone who dares to destroy them. They clean the air, too, making it easier to breathe by breaking down heavier gases and increasing the oxygen saturation. Some of them have the capacity to restaure dead plants, or release a pollen that enhance airflow and heals living beings who passes there.

It’s always amazing to walk in their region, you can feel your lungs getting happy at breathing their air. You just need to be careful to don’t hurt any of them or the plants. They will chase you down with poison, diseases or block your oxygen until you die. 💚

(I got lazy and didn’t make the drawing 🤙🏽 it’s also written in a different format, but enjoy it)

Interview - Sylris

Greetings, citizens of Martra and all surroundings! Today, Odabrani—our king and messenger— provided us a glimpse of his personal life!

“Hello, my friends.” Smiles gently. “You can call me ‘Sylris’ for today. It’s a basic personal information to have: my full name, ‘Sylris Kem Yaneh’, and my age, somewhere in my 40s.”

Oh! Such a beautiful name, Sylris! If you are watching us from Earth, his age is around 26-28 human years! Now shall we start?!

1. Sylris, many would say you’re a master of manipulation. What’s your secret to always staying ahead of everyone else?

“Do they say it?” Chuckles. “Well, it’s not a secret for anyone: patience is the answer. Trying to get ahead of them will make you get ahead of yourself, and this is when you fail. So take it easy, as if this is a walk in the park.” Smiles.

2. You’ve lived through some… questionable situations in your past, yet you seem to have come out on top. Is there any moment you regret, or do you consider everything a necessary step to where you are now?

“Hm… tough question.” Leans back in the couch, leg crossed and hands together. “I wouldn’t call it regret, but there are certain things I could have done better, made a different choice…” sighs. “Entertaining that ugly noble was so boring, so easy… Kenyan is far more interesting to deal with.” Smirks. “But I don’t regret my outcome, and I’m sure my steps were extremely necessary to get me here.”

3. You seem to have a very… unique perspective on relationships, especially with Kenyan. Some might say you’re controlling or manipulative, but do you see it as simply ‘guiding’ her? What is it you want from her, exactly?

A smile slowly creeps on his lips.

“What do I want from my wife? Isn’t it obvious? What more could I wish, but the best for us?”

“You might have the vision I’m manipulating her, but at the end, weren’t they all her choices? Wasn’t she the one who pushed them away? Wasn’t I the one to stay?” Fidgets with his ring. “Not wanting to brag, but I do much better than certain people who ‘swear to love you till the moon and back’,” says in a high pitch and laughs.

4. You have a son, Ethan. Do you care about him? Or is he just another piece in your grand design?

“Ethan Yaneh, my son.” Hums, tapping finger on thigh. “I must admit: I wasn’t a present father in his life, despite my wishes. But what could I do? Kenyan didn’t want me close to him, claiming I would ‘intoxicate the kid with my behavior’.” Snorts. “Such an idiocy, if I must add. He’d be far better living with us, learning important lessons, instead of stay in Earth playing house. And the worst? Kenyan isn’t there to watch him, so who knows how he will appear next?” Frowns up slightly and looks away. “As my son, I expected he’d be at least a bit dignified. I know he was smart at school when he was a kid, but I worry his intelligence go only for academic matters…” sighs.

5. Let’s say things don’t go your way. Let’s say you lose. What then? What happens to you if you’re outplayed?

“It won’t happen.”

…but in a “what-if”. Just in case—

“It won’t happen.”

He stares at the interviewer, straight face.

Okay… could you at least explain?

Lifts an eyebrow. “I made sure of it?” Crosses his arms “No matter what, I am sure I will win. Even if I die, I win. So there’s no reason to delve deeper into this subject… next question.”

6. You hold so much power, so much control. But tell me—when you were younger, powerless, no one—what kept you going?

“As I said, patience first. But it’s desire what run us, no?” Tilts head slightly. “Desire to have something greater, to be someone bigger, to do things better. I desired, so I moved. And look where it took me?” Smirks, glancing at the luxurious room of the castle.

7. You talk about desire like it’s the only force that matters. But do you ever just… want something simple? Something human?

“Hm… greed itself is a very human feeling; saying that my power and desires aren’t ‘human’ for being complex is pretty rude.” Leans back. “But I understand your reasoning. In my case, I lost my parents when I was young, when my place was enslaved. Perhaps it made me miss something to call ‘home’? So having this castle, these people to rule, my wonderful wife, and a cute son?” Smiles “Well, I guess I fulfilled my ‘human’ wishes.”

8. You say you love your wife, your son. But if they ever truly betrayed you—if Kenyan escaped, if Ethan fought against you—what then?

“…I don’t see it happening. I don’t know why they would do such a thing, but…” Fidgets with the sleeve of shirt. “If they ever do, I’ll just have to bring them back?” Smiles softly. “As a father, my role is to keep our family working, right? And I exercise my function with perfection—they wouldn’t stay far for a long time. They would eventually miss it, no? The comfort of being together? Of having a home, just like I did?”

9. You’ve been in control of everything, all this time. But tell me the truth—just once. Are you ever afraid?

“Well, it gets a bit annoying when something goes out of planned. I do have a plan for everything, but changing the strategy in a rush is always a mess.” Sighs and rolls eyes.

Hm, I didn’t ask if you get annoyed; I asked if you get afraid. Fear. Worry. Do you ever feel like that?

Frowns. “Why would I? Nothing out of ordinary will happen, nothing scary as my late mother-in-law destroying my planet.” Looks away, nonchalant voice. “If I was to die; okay, it wouldn’t be bad. If Kenyan was to die; a problem, but I would fix. If Ethan was to die; I told Kenyan he had to be here.”

“So, no, nothing scares me. I’m at my comfort zone, 24/7.”

The Sun

AAAAAAAA I LOVED THIS DRAWING AAAAAAAA

If you can reblog, I’d be really grateful 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Kenyan, my beloved, slaying again. It’s a bit confusing cuz I didn’t want to draw the details, but in the left are Martra’s citizens.

Maivtre is their goddess and queen, and despite Kenyan’s actions, they still believe in Maivtre and Odabrani. She is that magnetic force, pulling they all around her orbit and shining more than everyone. That’s just who she is: a star, The Sun.

But what happens to those who want to be close of her?

And when the Moon covers her shine?

CW: abuse, gore?, description of burning death

AO3

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Sunburn

“Ah… I wish you had found your new friend.” Sylris smiled and placed his crown on a pillow. “The imaginary intruder should be on the stacks too, don’t you think so? They were very disrespectful at us, my dear.”

Kenyan didn’t bother to answer, as she was busy trying to take off her rings, what at the moment seemed like an impossible task. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking and her body was burning inside out.

Burning almost as much as she had burned those people.

The difference between them and her was in their innocence. They were people who begged for food. People who ran from a slavish job. People who fought to protect their family. People who denounced an injustice.

And she was a murder wearing a lavish long gown. Pampered by all, adorned with jewelry; an elegant example of holiness and grace to Martra.

Her nail bent over and she hissed. Blood was simmering from there, dripping down on the white skirt, and all she could do was stare at it. Stare at the red blur, at least, as her trembling wouldn’t let her focus on anything.

It was deeply awful. Herself, she meant. She was awful. She should be dead with them. Or better saying, they should be alive, and she should suffer the worst death in this world. That was all she deserved.

“Hurting yourself already?”

Sylris came from behind when she noticed his hand holding hers. His other hand had fell on her waist, keeping her close to him on this embrace.

“You know this won’t change anything, right?” he whispered against her pointy ear. “Hurt yourself or no, they’re still dead. Unmoving, unchangeable, permanent: that’s what death is. That’s what you did, my love.” He took her hand to his lips, and kissed her fingers, one by one.

His voice was nauseating. His words made her skin crawl. His kisses were poison. And his hands? Treacherous, horrendous hands? Always knew where to touch, where to press, where to hold.

He had slid his arm around her belly, and her body faltered slightly over his. She shivered as her unsteady heart went out of control.

What kind of personal betrayal was it? How could her body lean upon the evil she despised the most? How could she feel anything other than hatred for this nasty creature?

But perhaps a monster called for a monster. Her other half would be like her half.

It was only fair.

Even so, she’d rather be alone forever than staying with him.

“Let me go, I’m tired,” she muttered. “I need to rest in my chambers.”

“Why not in mine? You’re shaking so much; it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to hold you, would it, love?” He turned her over, keeping them face to face. “Or are you thinking about staying with your pet at this time of night?” He smirked.

“He’s not my pet,” came the automatic answer. However, her throat tightened at the thought.

After their discussion, Hiélo came to say sorry a thousand times. His ears were flat, his tail dull, and hearing his voice cracking gnawed at her conscience; which led her to accept his apologies. But, honestly? She didn’t want to. For some reason, she only wanted to be mad at him a little longer. She only wanted to have time to organize her feelings and find a proper reason to forgive him.

But since when did she have a choice? How could she be mad at the person who was trying to love her despite her actions?

She swallowed dry. “Hiélo won’t be there, I promise. I won’t call him.” She slowly took his hands off her. “I want to rest alone; is there a problem with it?”

His eyes scrutinized her wholly. It felt like being under a predator gaze, waiting to be devoured at each minute, counting the last seconds of her life— but then he let go of her waist.

“No, there is not. You can go ahead.” His hand lifted her chin softly. “Ask a maid to help you with the rings, okay? I don’t want to see my wife fingerless.” He chuckled and his face approached hers.

The knot on her stomach increased as she knew what was happening. Knowing didn’t make it the slightest better, so she shut her eyes and counted to five for what seemed an eternity. A hot, burning eternity. Hell itself.

Curse her head for getting lighter.

When he broke the kiss with that grin of his, she didn’t stay a second to hear him. Nothing good could come of that mouth, and she kept repeating it for herself as she stormed on the empty halls.

The heat was unbearably clinging to her, suffocating her lungs and expeling the oxygen left on her. And the tricky part of it? She could stop it, if she wanted. Her spiky halo was lightening the environment, and it was the blatant proof that her powers were acting over something, over herself. Warming, heating, burning until her head was spinning, until her gut was churning, until her skin began swelling.

And they had it worse. They didn’t have time to dwell in a little dizziness.

It was pure torture. Flesh tearing apart, splitting, and shearing from the bones; fire crackling and screams breaking through the space; the stench of coal and smoke flying in the sky… until there was nothing left to see—not even their ashes.

That was the power she held. That was the sin she carried.

Her insides unraveled midway her room, throwing up the contents of her stomach on a corner. She gagged and cried as her body fell its temperature, taking advantage of the unease to finally turn her furnace off.

Really, how could someone live like this? How could someone like her still be alive? Just who allowed her existence in this world?!

She should be dead. She should be dead. She. Should. Be. Dead.

But as she wasn’t, she raised from her place and stumbled forward.

I love how tumblr is so friendly. I don’t see people hating here, like in X/Twitter.

I mean, I feel like we’re a big group of friends secretly rooting for each other! We might have never shared a word, but I like you a lot 🫶🏽

Valentine Cards 2

Sylris’s turn!