Guys, I Really Want To Write Another Story……..

Just curious, how old do you think I am?

(I won’t tell my age cuz I think it’s irrelevant for this profile, but I wanted to know what do you think)

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 💖

which out of all your characters is your favorite?

MY BELOVEDS ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Of course, Kenyan is my favorite, this crazy woman who urgently needs some therapy and rest. Ain't she the prettiest? 🥰 But she's not a person you want to get involved with; she's either gonna kill you or drag you into her messes.

Behati is my second favorite! She's practical and doesn't need a lot to be fine, but she does her best to give everything her brother (Yuno) wants. Ah, she also holds a strong grudge against Maivtre, which is totally fair considering what happened.

And my baby Ethan 🥺 he's the moralistic soul among everyone, trying to convince them: "Murder is not normal, why do you solve problems like this???????". Coming from Earth, his mindset is pretty different from the rest, so he is a fresh breeze in their lives.

Sohiel

The Goddess' family composed by Maivtre, Odabrani, and Iskatram.

Meanings

Sohiel [soɦiˈew] = I'm the Fire Goddess' Family

|| Soy [soj] = I am (Spanish), family (σόι, Greek), ancestry (Turkish)

|| Hi [ri] = Fire (Japanese)

|| El [ew] = God (Hebrew)

Maîve + vatre [mʌivʲtrə] = Master/Mother of Fire (French, Greek)

Odabrani [odəbrʌni] = The Chosen One (Croatian)

Iskatram [iskatɾam] = Forged by Fire (Iskovano vatrom, Croatian)



Maivtre’s Blessings

• Maivître's Blood protects us;

• Fire shall not hurt us;

• Earth shall not hurt us;

• Water shall not hurt us;

• Wind shall not hurt us;

• All diseases shall not prevail;

• All wounds shall not prevail;

• Our souls are forged by fire;

Rules

• Maivtre can have only one child;

• Maivtre's child must be female;

• Iskatram must be engaged before turning into Maivtre;

• Maivtre can help to decide an Odabrani to Iskatram, but only Iskatram can choose it definetely.

• Odabrani is considered Maivtre’s Voice.

• Odabrani's existence is totally dependent on Maivtre. Otherwise, he's useless and discarded.

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.

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Wow, they slay with Royal outfits 😩❤️ I was drawing Kenyan in the first pic and stopping to admire her beauty— she got me giggling like an idiot 🫣 but drawing clothes is so hard… I gave up on shading it.

Kenyan’s white clothes are to represent her purity as a goddess and honesty as a queen (or so it should be), and Sylris’s brown/yellow clothes are to represent the bond he is between Martra and Maivtre(Kenyan).

Kenyan doesn’t like having people touching her neck, so she puts the necklace herself. And she thought it was a servant who stole her rings (“pebble” is a bad word to call a Dawie, cuz it means they’re a insignificant and useless person) (if you don’t know, Dawies are made of stone and gems).

And Sylris is there, living the best life with the shiny stuff he “borrows” from his wife ✨

Yey, I organized my hashtags and now you can (probably) find things about each character by searching their hashtag on my profile ✨

#Ethan #Maya #Behati #Yuno #Kenyan #Sylris #Hiélo , there’s also #Maivtre #Odabrani when Kenyan and Sylris are dressed up, and #MichellyMY for myself

#Martra for general things from my world’s book

#drawing #writing #music are also supposedly working.

I was writing a random angst scene with Kenyan and Hiélo, but I didn’t know what word I should use, so I Googled it.

“Turned on his heel”, was it, but I just can’t take this seriously ☠️ I dunno why, but when I read it, I always imagine someone spinning on place, then leaving. So it goes like this:

Valentine Cards 2

Sylris’s turn!

Omg I’ve only scrolled a couple of pieces of your art but they are incredible!! You’re an amazing artist!!

So, who’s the oc on the banner (I think that’s what it’s called) photo? They look so cool!!

Yay I’m glad you liked them!! <33

And, despite looking nothing like her, that character was supposed to be a “villain” Elsa lol. In the time, I wrote a short story and made this drawing of her:

So, is this the end?

I have done it. I finished my job. After years, it happened:

The world is frozen.

I was tired of their laugh, tired of their joy, their happiness, love, pleasure… even their sadness was worth of envy.

Such things were lost in the way before I could even notice, just like my body. My chest aches to breathe, my vision is made of abstract shapes, I can only hear my fading heartbeats in my ears. Taste and smell? Well, they were the first to disappear.

Yet, I persist. No for out of will, nor for the lack of it. No matter what I think about my situation, it will remain like this. I am a living statue, forever stuck in this endless life.

Immortal and unchangeable; not exactly the nature of ice, but my curse messed up nature itself. Many living beings were extinct in the permanent cold weather, many died in starvation, others in captivity, some in my stalactites. And thousands, millions, tens of millions were turned into ice statues.

My people, families, men, women, children, elders… all stopped in time, with no index of fear in their body language. They weren’t waiting for my power to struck them like this.

Anna is also there. I can’t see her face, but I know it’s her. My sister, who insisted so much for my well-being no matter what I did through the years.

Now she’s nothing but a sculpture. All of them.

My own art exhibition, made by me, for me only.

My body cracked when I sighed. I’m sat in my throne, crown on my head and staff in my hand. A, literally, cold Queen. Or tyrant. They used to call me by all names, didn’t they? Devil, even. So I promised I’d remember theirs as well:

Frank, Philips, Greg, Paola, Theo, Angela, Hiago, Mathias, Vanya, Wender, Christine, Diana, Xavier… Hans, Kristoffer, Sven, Olaf.

Yes, I remember all of them. I remember everything. Every single word and deed that I have done. I remember every single soul I killed, their positions, their expressions, their feelings, oh, excruciating details of their pain. All of it reflected in my ice as it came from out to inside them.

They were destined to die someday, I only advanced what was meant to be. I did it for everyone’s well-being. The cries of the ones left were disturbing me. They made me desire to live like that once again, to be human once again, to listen to Anna’s pledge. Her sobbing voice when she found out I failed suiciding… it almost made me human again.

But to be human is to be weak and fragile. If I were human, I’d be dead when I threw myself from that cliff. But I am something else. I am transcendent. I am made to be like this, nothing will bring me to the mud of humanity.

I chose it for me, it’s humanity’s problem to deal with the consequences of my choice.

…

I sometimes wonder if it was the right decision.

…

How much time passed? Days? Months? Years? Centuries?

…

Does it matter? Nothing will change anyway.

We are frozen for eternity.