The Whale’s Level

OMG IT’S NOT BAD, HE LOOKS SO CUTE 😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖

Keep knowing there’s no such a thing like “bad” or “good” drawing; each of them have their special trait and I love they all, including yours!!!!!! I know it feels cliche or something, but I’m really not lying; I love your style. DON’T feel pressured to make a collage, so you don’t get burn out! (Take care of yourself too)

Thank you very much for drawing my Ethan 😭🙏🏽💖

I love it a lot. Really. I’m almost dying of excitement.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

He’d really start crying.

Art Trade

There we go, @rainydayzxd ! He still doesn’t have name, but I loved his style! (Go help Rainy decide a name for him)

I hope you like it!

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.

Martra’s Astronomy

Geez, that was me from the past trying to understand day’s duration in Martra (my fictional planet). What did I do here???? 😦

Before trying to explain, here are the “Moons” that work in Martra:

Marsulon (Big Moon): shines faintly, like a sunset or sunrise.

Divulon (Mid Moon): TOO shiny, scorching, very harmful for health

Nixulon (Minor Moon): like a black hole, total darkness no matter if there are fire or lanterns

So, APPARENTLY, the day has 21 hours. In this meantime, it goes like:

Marsulon: 10 hours

Divulon: 24 minutes

Marsulon: 10 hours

Nixulon: 12 minutes

Divulon: 24 minutes

In the first image there’s the ordinary routine for a Martran, but it may change depending on profession and species.

Now, you don’t ask me how I came up with this timing, cuz I won’t know how to explain it ☠️ I even searched a planet rotation simulator to understand it lol.

Interview with the Family!

I decided I’ll ask some questions to my OCs and write their answers down, the most honest way, but also following their traits.

Soooo if you want to participate, just write your question here (or in the ask button) and tell with who you are talking to!

I already have Sylris’s interview, but if you want to ask something to him, I can add it too.

Brief review of them:

Ethan: protagonist, kinda naive, miss his mum Kenyan

Maya: helping Ethan, she’s mysterious, flirty and funny

Behati: “my name is Sasuke Uchiha, what I have isn’t a dream, because I’ll turn it in reality”, older sibling, hates Maivtre

Yuno: chaotic child, isolated from world, sick all the time

Kenyan, aka Maivtre: heartless queen, doesn’t know how to take good decisions, “I’m the worst.”

Sylris, aka Odabrani: kind king, ten steps ahead, desires many things

Hiélo: loyal guard, hates cruelty, hard-working, comforting presence

(You can see their posts in their hashtags)

Guys, I really want to write another story……..

WHY CAN’T I FOCUS IN ONE STUFF AT ONCE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

That one meme, but they’re deranged 🫶🏽

What OC of mine would you spend a day with? And doing what with them?

And what OC would you avoid? Why?

Me: I’d spend a day with Ethan going in his favorite places (museums, parks, cafés) and eating sweet desserts.

And I’d avoid Behati because I’d be extremely uncomfortable with the amount of awkward silence ☠️

Hiélo Garoh

Yes, I made him furry. He has a bestial form too, but I don't want to draw it (lazyyyy), so you can imagine a green wolf.

I know I posted a drawing of him before, but it was annoying me that he was technically a lot-haired man with a dog nose, tail, and ears on top of his head.

And I was watching YouTube (that’s why they say you should be careful with what you watch), and I saw a video of a person making furries commissions. And it was cute and cool at the same time, perfect for Hiélo.

It was my first time drawing furry, so I struggled a bit with the face shape, but I guess I got it the way I wanted. The shoes are a bit odd because I was lazy and didn’t look for references. And can you see how SMOOTH his fur is? Like, I understand Kenyan now. He's like a walking blanket for her.

Heyo, nice to meet you :) this is an introduction post!

I’m Michelly or Mi, a Christian and artist. I try many things depending on my current obsession, but this is what I usually do:

The story I’m working on is Ashes, AO3 / Wattpad, you can see in the hashtag #ashes all the posts about it!

Ocs: #Ethan #Maya #Behati #Yuno #Kenyan #Sylris #Hiélo #Maivtre #Odabrani #MichellyMY Worldbuilding: #Martra #Walinugo

Besides it, the things I like are books, mangas/manhwas, animes, games, and skating. Hmm I was also learning Russian and Japanese a time ago, but I stopped because I don’t have time 😭

This is my list of mangas/manhwas:

And these are the books that kept me thinking about them forever:

(Geez, The Silent Patient is an amazing story, but I will be NEVER reading it again 😟)

I have a side blog where I share posts I liked and my random thoughts, feel free to check it out: @mimyreblog

I guess that’s it! If I think about something else I’ll update this post. I hope you like my arts 💖

I love these random short stories. They’re so fun and light to read, so different from the canon 😭💖

Motherhood AU

I’ll see if I’m with enough motivation to draw some “what if?” comics, with especial focus in “what if Kenyan didn’t left?” (but I’ll pretend she’d have Maivtre’s appearance cuz she’s prettier that way).

The gossip in neighborhood was about the birds’ disappearance! Suddenly, they weren’t appearing often, and they got worried some man was hunting them illegally.

Little they know that this adorable, innocent mum was just hungry. Earth’s food tastes awful, you know? Her tastebuds aren’t made for this.