#Kenadian

[mellohiizz]

PLEASE SHOW ME KENRROT YURI

kenrrot yuri. ^_^

[saiintvalentiine]

hello............ loyalty duo werewolf au..................... im gonna start posting bits and bobs here and there of things ive written that dont really have anywhere else to go. no promises on if this will be continued, but i. i do love me some werewolves........................ divider

Warnings for vague descriptions of injuries and implied torture. The writing and editing is kinda rough, sorry for any major errors :')

Wordcount: 1,087

“Werewolves don't exist,” is what the voice says. “What the fuck, werewolves do not exist!”

The muzzle hurts. It's too tight for his face. But he doesn't move from where he's laid, a bloodied heap slowly healing from his wounds. Every full moon he's dragged into this bedrock room after his fights, and every full moon he tries to escape while adrenaline is still flowing through him, and every full moon he suffers the consequences of thinking they can’t possibly stop him this time. He's too tired to fight this new voice, their scent uniquely cat-like and hovering above him. His eyes are too swollen. He's cried quite a bit. It's hard to stop when he's like this.

“Shit, I guess werewolves exist. Fuck. This isn't what I thought was gonna happen when they said there was dog fighting.”

The voice hovers closer, and he tries to shy away. Something is— broken, probably, in his leg, and his claws are cut through the quick, but he tries anyway to press against the wall.

“Hey, hey hey hey, no, I'm not gonna hurt you,” the voice pitches down, softens, and the part of his mind that can't bear another moment of cruelty forces a whimper out of his mouth. “Oh that's— I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm here to get you out, yeah? We're gonna leave. We're gonna leave riiiiight now, right now, I scared everyone else out, it's just you and me now.”

He's not sure he believes the voice, but beyond the walls, there is a terrifying, blessed silence. Whatever this voice did to everyone else, it could probably do to him. He's in no shape to fight it off.

“Hey,” the voice is even quieter now. “It said outside the door that your name is Wifies. Is that you? Wifies?”

He recognizes the name as the one they call him when he's not like this. He can't make any meaningful noise with his muzzle on, but he tries for. . . a purr, something in his chest that isn't a growl.

“Okay. Wifies. Okay Wifies, I'm Ken. You look too big for me to carry, so we need to work together to get you out of here, yeah?” there's some rustling, and Ken curses. He can't help the way he curls up further. “I brought all my escape kits but not a single healing pot. I'm an idiot.”

Getting up from his curled up spot sounds impossible, but his nails are already growing back in as jagged spikes, so he knows he can do it. He struggles to get his arms beneath him, hoisting himself up after a few false starts. Using his good leg, he twists around to sit and lean against the wall. That little bit of effort has him panting, or panting as much as he can within the metal restraints of his muzzle. He peels his eyes open, ignoring the sting.

“Hoooooooly shit,” Ken mutters, staring up at him. He's a head taller than Ken like this. “I definitely can't carry you, my God.”

Ken is dressed in all black, a brown strap across his chest and a bag hanging off his back. He's a cat hybrid, which explains the smell. His ears and eyes and whip-thin tail are split between a candied green and a golden orange. As soon as his blood stops rushing through his ears, he can hear Ken's heart beating, fast and skipping.

He can't make himself any smaller if he's meant to walk. He lowers his head and puts his ears back.

“Nooo, no no no, it's— you make yourself very small very well. Um, okay, let's— how am I gonna get you out of here?”

His bad leg still hurts, but if he can leave. . . He digs his palms into the bedrock behind him and pushes himself to stand. His weight, as paltry as it is for a wolf his size, causes his bad knee to buckle. Ken yelps. He withstands the shaking, burning pain of it to stand up properly.

“They don't chain you up anywhere?” Ken asks, eyes darting around the room. “I've got a netherite axe. I could definitely split any chain.”

Chains were no good. Once his nails grow back, they're easy to shred. He stares down at Ken.

“Jeez, you're huge, good fucking grief.”

He lumbers forwards towards Ken, and the darkened double doors of his cell. Ken takes a step back, then another, then turns around to push the doors open to their absolute maximum. He hunches over to squeeze through.

The hallway is just as dark as the cell, uninterrupted bedrock as far as he can see.

“It's a bit of a labyrinth. Just follow me.”

Ken hesitates for a moment before weaving his way through the halls. He follows, a loud, thudding, limping pace that should have alerted every single creature around to his presence. But it's just Ken’s feather-light footfalls and him. Whatever Ken did to clear the place out was absurdly successful. 

As they turn another indistinct corner, he sees— moonlight. It pools onto the floors, sweet and cool and calling to him. There's a hole blown through the bedrock, the sparkling smell of redstone surrounding it, and he scrabbles around Ken to squeeze through it. Tumbling onto soft, dewey grass (grass, real grass, when had he ever felt such a thing?) he loses all strength and lays on his back, staring up at the full moon.

She's so huge. He's never seen Her before, had just known when She was full or new in his core. But here She is. She is huge and beautiful and he feels, for the first time ever, at peace.

Ken hops out of the hole and steps closer, crouching next to him.

“Hey buddy,” Ken says. “Do you think I can take the muzzle off?”

He shakes his head, then growls for good measure— a soft growl, low and short to not intimidate Ken too much. He can't explain that the muzzle was put on when he was smaller, that it can’t be removed when he’s like this. Or, it can, but it’ll hurt so much he might cry again. Better to let Ken believe that it’s impossible, just in case.

“That's a no. Okay. Well, we should probably leave soon before anyone realizes anything,” Ken looks up at the sky before swinging back and sitting down in the grass, sighing. “But I don't think sitting here for a little longer can hurt.”

Wifies purrs and basks in the moonlight.

[aipurjopa]

ALL OF THEM (that I’ve drawn so far) *insert me crying*

Some design stuff relies on my own theories… mainly Squiddo and Ash being teamed alongside Mapicc being forced to join the invis mafia

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

* Folly (Content SMP)&Saint Pearl (Afterlife SMP)&Death Goddess Kristin(DSMP)&Stratos Joel(ESMP S2)&Ocean Goddess Lizzie(ESMP S1)&LifestealOwner (Lifesteal)&Jschlatt (The SCU)&Watcher Grian (Life Series)&Sun God Bdubs (Hermitcraft)

[quitesoporific]

trident

[fairly-curtain]

when hes YOUR emotional support escape-roomer clone.

And some little doodles of IvoryTV and Kenadian I did like a year ago if Im gonna make a silly little mc prison/escape room yt-er post.

[autisticlalna]

🎶 I won't be held captive by my own idea of who I am! I won't be held captive by my own opinion of myself! I won't be held captive, even when my mind is a prison cell! I won't be held captive! (I hope I'll keep hope intact, I hope I'll keep hope intact)

⏯ NOW PLAYING: Jailbreak by Enter Shikari

for @mcyt-jukebox-bonanza, featuring Kenadian and Wifies!

ramblings (and an alternate version) under cut:

THIS WAS. AMBITIOUS. id just started watching Kenadian and was in the process of trying to drag Solar down with me in another case of "Solar shows me a thing, i get way deeper into it than them, and grab them by the leg". you know how it is. i love the wifies debunk but my favorite kenadian video is definitely Train Escape, so the main focus is on a scene from it:

and the entire color palette is pulled from that video as well. the smaller panels, meanwhile, are the Wifies Debunk, Can I Beat My Own Escape Room?, and Death is the cure.

i like drawing kenadian. he's a fairly unassuming-looking dude. he's a smug catboy with a killcount in the hundreds of thousands. he's just a little guy!

oh, yeah, there's an intentional typo in here. the lyric is "i hope i keep hope intact". it's a minor change, but i feel like the subtle shift to it being future-tense fits (and it's how i heard the lyric up until cross-checking it for the jukebox)

[codiciarr]

okay I guess i can post colored art again

[yeowel]

kenadian on unstable smp ‼️

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

minecraft youtube videos with lore

[mellohiizz]

have been drawing creatures to try and combat my artblock so uh. here's kww and odyssey duo critters. ^_^ some bonus creatures under the cut. :3c

ive been going around the gcs showing those off like a proud mother, and now you guys get to see them too.

[yefreitor]

in light of recent events.

[aipurjopa]

TTHEMM,,,,

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

[xxswagcorexx]

i think the funniest part about parkour civilization for me was like. the only time i've heard of seawatt was because of kenadian's debunking series so imagine my surprise when he shows up for 0 reason

i guess you could say kenadian and seawatt had beef. but since they became friends. they didn't jump for the beef- [i am dragged off stage]

[birdradio]

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