Sylris Is Such A Weird Man. He’s The Bad Guy, But He Doesn’t Need To Use Brute Force To Get What

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.

Seth Yaneh

From the modern AU (or a new story, I’m thinking about the name).

He is Kenyan’s and Sylris’s child, but not in the traditional way. They kinda rescued (kidnapped?……) him from a death scene, but Sylris went a bit too far on his cure. Let’s say he literally reset the kid and “programmed” him into believing they’re his parents.

They slay at parenting, don’t they? ☺️ /jk

Below, the moment Sylris first met him (cw: blood, abuse, death?)

Seth doesn’t remember about it, and he also doesn’t know how was his life before. Sylris has an idea of how it was after searching on it, but chose to not mention it to anyone. It’s like he deleted that child and created a new one: their precious son, Seth.

Roar

I saw three drawings in Pinterest and it inspired me to make it 🤙🏽

And I decided to draw a panther cuz they’re elegant in a scary way, such as Kenyan.

I love Kenyan’s gaze. I love Kenyan’s hair. I love Kenyan’s mood. I love Kenyan. In this place we stan Kenyan, with or without her mistakes.

More old designs!!!!

Kenyan was Llyísma (how is it pronounced???), and the stereotypical Elfin Princess. Ask my younger me why the wings, cuz I’m unable to tell 😀 I don’t remember much of her previous story, but I know she was in love with her guard. She also participated in a rebellion (second drawing), but it doesn’t even make sense; Kenyan, wearing an armor and fighting straight on? I doubt it.

That’s Nalyke, currently Hiélo. I changed the name to Aliza cuz I was confusing it with Kenyan’s name, but some things happened at home and I considered safer to make Aliza a male, so now it’s Hiélo. The personality and lore itself didn’t change a lot, only the gender.

Ah, there was Hiélo’s siblings too, but now I don’t know if I should keep it or no. Maya (I mentioned her once) was his sister, but it’s not anymore. There’s also Izak, but I don’t know if I should even keep him as a character anymore.

That’s Izak, previously a guard and Sylris’s left hand. Now, IF he appears in my story, he’ll be a priest.

And that’s Yuno! Somehow, HE NEVER CHANGED! His name was always Yuno and his first appearance stays (except the eyes). But his personality is a question mark even now. I don’t know if he’d be more playful, serious, or shy, so I’ll just write his reactions and see how he acts through the book.

(I love the nixies. I wanted to “talk” nixian with them)

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They weren’t there anymore.

Kenyan searched the garden upside down, the castle, the forest, the city… but nobody saw them. Sure, her description of them wasn’t the greatest, but people had to notice that glowing person. They weren’t someone you glance at only once; they were like a magnet attracting her, and it should have happened with everyone else, too.

So where could they have gone?

She even wondered if they were an image from her mind, but, as far as she knew, hallucinations don’t act like they did:

An intruder broke the castle’s window yesterday, messed up Sylris’s chambers, stole food from the kitchen, cleaned her chambers, and put a big stuffed panda on her bed.

And nobody, not even Hiélo who was in her room, heard or saw anything while it happened. The only witness of the supposed “intruder” was her, Kenyan, when she was high, sleep-deprived, and with loss of blood.

It couldn’t have happened for real. They weren’t real. What she saw wasn’t an intruder. They even claimed the garden their home! What kind of intruder would be this bold at Maivtre? And the guards also searched for them in the garden, asked the Nixies if they noticed something and… nothing.

They had to be a figment of her imagination. A self-relief her brain came up with, that somehow worked.

Last night she fell in a deep slumber while hugging that panda (Hiélo said she threatened to set fire on him if he tried to take it), and that was far the best sleep she had in years. No dreams, no nightmares, no interruptions… just a full eight hours of rest. The migraine and nausea still came when she woke up, but that was common. She couldn’t have asked for anything better! Her mind was useful for once!

But even after being sure that person was something she invented, there she was in the garden, crouched by the flowers and signing to a group of Nixies.

Person. Light. There. Me. ?

And they shook their heads, no. Kenyan frowned slightly and tried again.

Walking. Jumping. Happy. Here. Home. ?

And they shook their heads, no. Also, one flew to Kenyan’s head, touched her forehead and dragged their tiny hands down her face. After staring at her, the nixie flattened their wings.

“You’re getting crazy. You were falling apart. Are you okay?”

She huffed and got up, quickly signing a “fine” for them.

“I told you,” the rough voice sounded behind her. “Nobody saw the intruder.”

“Yes, Élo, thank you for pointing out the obvious,” she replied harsher than expected.

His eyes squinted at her as they walked towards the tree. It was enormous, providing the same shadow she had used yesterday. The same shadow she shared with them. Right there. Where she felt them, their warmth, their excitement, and their happiness for being with her.

Could you imagine it? Even Kenyan herself couldn’t stand her presence, and someone, something, actually liked her!

“Kenyan, do you seriously don’t remember anything about their appearance? Gender? Voice?”

She sighed hard, rolling her eyes before turning at him.

“Why would I lie about it?” Her eyebrows raised. “Haven’t I been searching for them as well?!”

“How can I know what’s going on in your mind?” He crossed his arms. “They got you a teddy bear; how can I know if you aren’t keeping them hidden because of it?”

She flinched with the sharp pain on her head.

“Please, Hiélo, I might be a menace, but I am not reckless about this kingdom.” Her face scrunched. “If you think I can’t distinguish between safe and dangerous, you might as well have a problem with your mind.”

His jaw clenched as his tail lashed back and forth. Then, looking away, he pursed his lips. Avoiding talking to her. Avoiding her.

It was dizzying.

“Say it,” she demanded. “Now, while I’m listening.”

“…it’s not relevant.”

“I decide what’s relevant. Say it.”

He looked at her in that same reprimanding way. As if he was her father. As if she was a brat. As if he knew better than her.

“Look, I don’t want to offend you, but all you have been doing are dangerous and reckless things.”

“Ah, is that so? Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” She closed her hands on fists as her chest rose and fell. “I am aware of my dangerous and reckless behavior, General, and despite everything, I am still the Maivtre of this nation. I care about my people. I’ve been doing what I can to bear this burden, and I won’t doom it all over a teddy bear, as you swiftly placed in your statement.”

His eyes softened and her body tensed, shaking in disbelief.

“Kenyan, you know this isn’t what I said…” He reached for her hand, unclenching her fingers carefully. “I’m sorry if it sounded like that, I won’t ask again. Could you sit down and breathe slowly? Your head will get better if you do.”

There it goes. Hiélo, the white knight, and Kenyan, the poor queen.

Kenyan this! Kenyan that! Kenyan should! Kenyan could! Kenyan’s dumb! Kenyan’s wrong!

When will they stop treating her like a fool?

She shoved his hand away and paced back. “Keep guard from the outside. I’ll stay here for longer.”

“But you’re not fine, you should call the doct—“

“Yes, cause of my migraine, I am aware!” She glared at him. “Get out!”

He looked hurt at her, but she was already approaching the tree, finding that comforting spot amidst the roots. When she sat, he was marching at the door, and the place finally got its quietude back.

Her head leaned against the tree, and she breathed in, trying to control her heart. That unending pain was shattering her sanity, and the lack of answers wasn’t helping.

If that person was there, would they help her to calm?

No, but who in the cosmos could they be? A single day they appeared, and everything was messed up that much. A single day, and half the castle hates them. A single day, and they got her obsessed with them.

And they weren’t even real, were they? They came from her fractured soul.

So why couldn’t she summon them when she needed? Why wouldn’t they appear now? Why can’t they hear her crying?

Class is going great

Behati is teaching Yuno to stand his ground 💪🏽 (he could use some grammar class, though lol)

I don’t talk a lot about them, so in case you don’t know, Behati is Yuno’s big sister. They’re the last Auvies(elves) in Martra and she’s raising him alone in a hut in the forest, so it’s gonna be a nice help when Ethan teaches him to write Latin Alphabet properly!

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.

Miorak

BEHOLD! THE SONG I MADE FOR MARTRA’S CULTURE! It’s sang in Martrakoji, but someday I’ll made it in English too. Someday.

The translation is below, but lemme tell you a bit about this song! It was sang before wars, so the warriors would be encouraged. It means hope for Martrans, or at least, it meant, before Kenyan turning into Maivtre.

Now, people sing it in silence, only the first part, as a kind of revolt. If one sings it whole, they’re openly declaring they’re against Maivtre, and it often cause them to die. You get it? Their supposed goddess is now their enemy. It’s just how bad things are going on.

Translation:

Longing for a time

That’s no longer here.

At seeing life goes by, you’ll see,

You are no more free.

Ohhhh

The fear never is letting go

You forgot? You are old? It still along.

Soon we’ll notice what’s going to show

Cowardice or bravery to fight

The battle may even scare you,

But don’t let it take over you.

Keep deep in your heart

There are lives to take care in your hands.

Oh the battle will come

Oh what will be done

Oh they gotta fight

To the citadel come back

Hiiii, <333 i need to know, thoughts about Loid??? (He is my fav character in spyxfamily uwu)

That's all, (by the way, I LOVE YOUR ART <333 KEEP GOING UWU)

With all respect, WHAT A MAN.

This spy is giving his life away for the family he “shouldn’t care about” (LIES, YOUR HONOR, LIES!), and it’s so funny/cute to see him struggling about it all 😭💖

That episode in the castle was AMAZING! I know the manga is pretty good too, but I loved how they made Loid’s personality shyer because he was doing silly things—it’s totally him.

And I’m hopping with all my heart that he will realize this family is perfect for him, and then decides to never leave 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

(Thank you for the compliment, your art is very adorable too <3)

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!!!

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