Martra’s Kids Live In Hardcore Mode

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

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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.

(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.”

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)

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.

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.

Call Me

I love this silly person. They’ll be there guessing Kenyan’s life and she: “They are shiny! 🥰💖✨”

Well, can’t blame her. They’re nice to her and only appear when she’s not in conditions to question them so… yeah. Let them be silly and help Kenyan to be silly a bit.

This is Chapter 4 : Shine. You can see it in AO3 too.

Old Sketchbook (again)

The clown’s one is looking cool despite the molding

And these ones were random sketches from Pinterest, and the other a fictional landscape of Sokovia (yeah, it was in the time I was writing fanfic)

This one a characters sheet! If you look in the bottom right, you’ll see a corpse that was supposed to be Kenyan lmao. Thank God she had a nice glow up 🙏🏽

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. 💚

Look what I found.

THEIR FIRST DESIGN EVER!!!!

Unfortunately, I didn’t know yet that I should put dates on my drawings, so I don’t know when it was made, but if I had to guess, I’d say 2019-2020.

Ethan Yanner was Luke Harvery, 16yo, and had a magic pencil that turned drawings into reality. Also, Kenyan was dead and he’d bring her back to life using that pencil 😀

Behati Nearu was Kate Madeleine, 17yo, and she wanted revenge on the king that sent her parents to war—where they died, obviously, because apparently I have some obsession with dead parents ☠️

Here their name changed again (cuz why not). I guess Behati was Maki Gleiphnir, and Ethan was Hiroki Kotaro.

Many weird drawings, but I like to keep them so I can look at my drawings now and realize how great they are 🥰 tomorrow I post Kenyan’s, Hiélo’s and Yuno’s first designs!

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)