#kiyu

[shanks]

MyoMomoo

[marmarmars1009]

corpse husband (not the youtuber)

Corpse bride is one of my favorite movies so obviously im gonna involve it with my twst brainrot and turn it into an event for my fanschool

ill draw outfits later maybe..

I dont know how but yuu HAS to be involved

Maybe hes the nrc sacrifice for an exchange event and just so happened to get here as theres a zombie wedding lmfaoaooaoo

[sunburstbomi]

[karticatyt]

kiyu outfit inspired by some art i saw here a while back.. i think it’s a trend? i haven’t seen many of them if anyone knows what im talking about id wanna be able to credit

[rainbowdonkee]

Full art for Bridal Nel - Stoic Bride!

Artist: kiyu

[cityandking]

8, 17, 20, and 23 for kol, kiyu, and eniko?

thank you!! // oc asks: the basics

8. What language(s) does your OC speak?

KOL — common, elvish and sign language. she's working on learning infernal.

KIYU — common, druidic, elvish, celestial and draconic

ENIKO — common, elvish, undercomon and thieves cant

17. What is your OC’s zodiac sign?

KOL — I’m still trying to pin down her birthday (originally I said mid/late summer but I’m rethinking that a bit) but I think either an aries (determined, confident, passionate, impatient, short-tempered, aggressive) or a cancer (tenacious, loyal, mood, pessimistic, insecure).

KIYU — lordy I have no idea. maybe a libra (cooperate, diplomatic, gracious, indecisive)

ENIKO — he doesn't know his exact birthday but he's a capricorn (responsible, disciplined, condescending, pessimistic)

20. What tarot card best represents your OC?

KOL — judgement reversed (self-judgement, self-doubt, refusing to listen)

KIYU — I mean it’s gotta be the star (hope, faith, renewal, strength) for the hopeful starboy

ENIKO — justice reversed (injustice, retribution, dishonesty)

23. What color do you associate with your OC? What’s their favorite color?

KOL — I associate kol with shades of grey. her favorite color is green

KIYU — I associate kiyu mostly with silver and purple. his favorite color isssssss hm. I think also purple, or maybe a very dusky blue

ENIKO — I associate eniko with shades of charcoal grey, lavender, heather, and black. his favorite colors are orange and yellow 🧡

[fr4gm3n7c0r3]

831tbr

[tidalwhump]

The Kidusu, Part Nine - Silverweed pt.2

Previous , Masterlist

Taglist: @whump-in-the-moonlight , @batfacedliar-yetagain , @abitefullofwhump , @the-sinning-muse , @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long, I went through a writing dry spell there for awhile, but I've had this chapter and part of chapter ten on the shelf since August. Enjoy <3

Warnings: Seizures, starvation, dehydration, needles, non consensual drugging, captivity, nonhuman whumpee, fantasy drugs.

Once he stopped seizing, Elias was there at the door to his cell, unlocking it when Kiyu fainted from dehydration, slumping to the ground unceremoniously. Elias entered the cell and walked towards the unmoving body of Kiyu, a needle in hand. Grabbing the creature’s arm, Elias turned it so the soft side was facing upwards and looked at the skin for a vein. Then, he tried to put the needle in, only for it to not break the skin. He tried again in a different place, but again it wouldn’t break through.

Frustrated, Elias raised the needle high and stabbed it as forcefully as he could into the skin of Kiyu’s neck, injecting the contents into his body and pulling the needle away. He put a bandaid over the spot where he put the needle in, rubbing his thumb over it with care.

Running his fingers through Kiyu’s hair gently, Elias looked to the creature’s face, soft with gentle sleep, the human admired it, running his fingers through the blue-green hair that was matted with the creature’s blood.

Leaning down over the creature, Elias reached down and scooped up the creature in his arms, an arm under his legs and an arm under his back, and carried the unconscious creature out of his cell. They travelled down the hallway towards the infirmary, entering the room to an awaiting medic.

Elias carefully laid Kiyu down on the table, brushing his matted hair away from his face before he turned to the medic.

“Fix him.” Was all he said to the medic.

He was conscious for a moment, and then he slowly opened those heavy grey eyes, and the bright world gradually came into focus. The first thing he noticed was that he was tired. So, so tired. He wanted to curl up on his forest floor, in the deep green moss, and gently fall back asleep to the sound of a light rain on treetops and leaves, never making it to the forest floor.

Then he remembered.

The pain, sharp, severe. He grimaced, turning his head to the side. Then he remembered the care, the sleep, the attempts at escape, and there was a hurt in his soul, deep, a pain he couldn’t cover, an endless pit, at the bottom of which sat his heart. He felt close to something, an edge, hanging his feet off, sliding closer, leaping, jumping, falling. Gone.

A feeling he couldn’t quite place, but that felt wrong. Another wrongness in his heart, this time different. This time, something about it felt right. Right and wrong all at the same time. His mind told him no, this was wrong, it was bad, he was dying, it would kill him. But his body, his body told him yes, told him it was right, it was what needed to happen, he was finally how he was supposed to be, and it felt amazing.

These two warring sides took hold of every fibre of his being, and he could barely focus on the world around him with them fighting so loudly in his head. He knew he should take what his mind said more seriously, but something about what his body said enticed him, reached up above and pulled him down under the shroud of the water into the deep, beckoning him further down with a wave of its hand, surrounded by a cloud of billowing fabric ethereal and surreal. It was a being so alluring that he wanted to follow it down into the water, down, down, back into sleep, back into a feeling he couldn’t undo, a feeling that took hold of his body and cradled him gently.

There was a hand in his hair gently caressing his blue-green locks that brought him back to the room he was in, that let him see through clouded vision just what was going on. He was laying down on some sort of hard table, Elias sitting beside him on the left, a hand in his hair, gently carding through it with warm hands. There was a dull pain in his neck, and his wrist had some sort of needle in it, a tube attached leading up to a bag hanging from a metal hook on a stand.

“Good, you’re finally awake.” Elias said to him.

His voice sounded far away, it felt like Kiyu was underwater, and everything else was through a thick wall that he had to break through, but had neither the energy nor the strength to break it.

“How do you feel?” Elias asked him.

Kiyu had to think about it for a moment, how did he feel? His body felt good, aside from the pangs of hunger he felt deep in his stomach.

“I…” Kiyu paused, and Elias waited patiently, a smile on his lips. “...Hungry.”

Normally he would be opposed to talking with the human, but something had changed. He felt giddy, and accepting of his situation. All the fight had been buried somewhere deep in his bones, and all that was left was quiet acceptance of his current situation.

Elias laughed. “Hungry? That’s it?”

Kiyu thought for a moment, he felt tired, and more like himself than he had in his entire life, but he wasn’t sure how to explain that to the human in a way that would make sense.

“And, tired, I think… and hungry, too.” Kiyu told the human.

Elias nodded, reaching behind his seat to grab something, his hands coming back into view with a tall glass filled with a thick reddish pink liquid in it.

“Tired and hungry. Well, this will help with both of those, just drink and you’ll feel better.” Elias said as he held the glass out to Kiyu.

With shaky hands, Kiyu took the glass, glancing to Elias for a moment before he looked to the glass, took it in both hands and drank. He drank as much as he could, and then more until the glass was empty, then he took a big breath as he pulled away, handing the glass back to Elias.

“Better?” Elias asked.

“Yes.” Kiyu said breathlessly.

“Good.”