#rhyin

[meadow-roses]

my sisters gave me colored pens and pastel highlighters for my birthday :DDD

[masterfuldoodler]

"I miss you."

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

This is a Keepers meme looking right at August muahaha

[i-will-go-with-you-five]

May I present to you all: The Bright Five! You’ve got Rhyin, Sam, Felix, Vinni, and Five! It was Sam’s idea to take the picture which Felix eagerly supported, but it took ten minutes to convince Rhyin to do so. Then it took another five minutes for Sam to try and persuade Five that he could in fact pick her up (he can’t) so the other three had to help!

My friends and I are co-writing an AU where their OCs tripped into ZR roughly in between seasons two and three because crazy time travel magic shenanigans! Ah! What’s gonna happen to them? Are they gonna get back home? SUSPENSE (we are pretty much playing in a sandbox with character interactions and relationships snjsksbsisnsj)

Felix is @meadow-roses guy, and Rhyin and Vinni are @masterfuldoodler’s!!

[scribbly-bear]

Artfight attack on @masterfuldoodler!

[blue-haired-rock]

More sloppy artfight attacks on @masterfuldoodler

[epnona-the-wisp]

art for @masterfuldoodler of her oc Rhyin! didn’t finish it in time for art fight, but here it is!!

[squishidoodles]

Artfight attack on @meadow-roses ;^]

[wednesday-chicken]

Rhyin

Rhyin is a young wizard, quiet and very thoughtful. Internal monologue 24/7. He was born without any magical affinity and instead worked in academics. His father preformed an experiment on him in hopes of giving him magic. It worked! And now he's plagued with visions of the doomed future and haunted by tormented ghosts. Rhyin's new magic goes haywire and flings him hundreds of years in the future. He is now very lost, and very confused. And very very haunted.

#book ketsler #book rhyin

Rhyin is a 17 year old Wizard (a race of aliens with innate magic). Growing up he showed no signs of an affinity, which deeply worried his father (how could there be something wrong with his son?) and made others leave him alone (is it contagious?). He spends most of his time by himself, working on a project (transcribing old documents) his uncle started before he died of a mysterious illness.

He is very close to his cousin, Ketsler, and feels it his personal mission to look out for him and make sure he's not saving the world on his own.

Rhyin is a very quiet guy who is perpetually reading the situation but never sharing his thoughts on it. He holds very strong opinions but rarely feels comfortable expressing them out-loud or holding others to the same standards he holds himself to. He's conflict avoidant and pessimistic about the current mess the world is in, but will set these inhibitions aside to stand up for Ketlser.

Things are going great until his father announces that his research is advanced enough to attempt a procedure to give Rhyin magic. Upon waking up from it things are….very wrong. A burning that seems to seep into his bones and voices around him. Ghosts lurking everywhere as the world screams. Heartbeats fading out. He decides to keep most of this to himself though as he doesn't want to worry Ketsler. It's probably just normal sickness type stuff, he's not gonna go insane and die like his uncle, he's fine. The reoccurring nightmares that foretell doom are fine. The fact it haunts him throughout the day is okay, he can shrug it off!

And then the two of them uncover his father's research notes. Rhyin reads them and realizes his father is the insane "Chaos" who's been destroying the world. In a sudden surge of emotions a magic storm forms and sends Rhyin through time. He finds himself thousands of years in the future on his own planet, but totally abandoned.

He's looking for answers. What happened to him? Where do these visions come from? What do they mean? Where is Ketsler, is he ok? What happened to his father.

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

Kestler’s pov was bad enough but this one b r o k e m e

Heartbeats

Rhyin wakes up from a surgery that infused magic into his blood, and he's starting to feel the side effects.

Heartbeats.

Rhyin woke to hear its pulsing in his mind. Soft and comforting, a sign of life. Fragments of his nightmare jumping to the beat and melting away to his memory. He pushed himself upright on his bed. His arm throbbed and felt hot. His chest burned and weighed heavy as if his heart searched to burst out. He got up on unsteady feet and slipped his robe on. His fingers worked to tie the belt in place as his mind wandered to the window. The light sung. A liturgy to the dead and lost. It's high notes filled his lungs and stung his eyes.

He made his way into the common room. And then there were many. All beating together in harmony, living in twine, bending in and out before fading away. Leaving just one heart. Beating.

"Good morning, Ketsler."

"Good morning. Oh you look awful-"

Ketsler fell into rambling about all the thoughts he'd stored to tell him. And the world fell silent. The ground began to cry. Begging. Pleading for fate to be unmade. Rhyin looked into Ketsler's eyes. "Can you hear this? Have you always heard?" The air moaned and it held the breath of a thousand lives. The earth was spinning, faster than a moment, cracking away into the dust of the stars. The world was on fire. Burning. Smoking away. The heat filled his lungs and into his chest.

"Rhyin," Ketsler had his hand on his shoulder now. "I think you need to go back to bed." 

He began gently herding him back to the door, and Rhyin followed dazed. He could hear the chatter of the other people in the room, hushed whispers and loud voices. The ground was steady and the air was silent.

"Sorry I," Rhyin rubbed his bandaged arm. "I really am fine, just a bit tired." He tried for a reassuring smile and instead landed on a weak rather not convincing face a lying convalescent makes.

Ketsler frowned. "You looked totally out of it. You should at least sit down. It looked like you saw literal ghosts shaking you."

"Do you see ghosts."

Ketsler widened his eyes and glanced around. "No...do you?"

Rhyin sat down in the chair he'd been herded to. "No." 

One singular heartbeat, in a room of people. Voices of the past riding on the wind. Whispers in the thunder. All tidings of misery. Smoke fills the air again. A fire burns like long ago. Caught in a web, lost in his mind…

Rhyin remembered to breathe. Whatever nightmares haunted him didn't have to follow in his waking hours. It was only a dream. Only his fears projected on a grand level. 

"You really don't need to be down here, you know." Ketsler looked flat out worried now. "You can go back to bed, nobody is gonna judge you."

Rhyin loosened his grip on the handrests. "I'll be okay."

"Rhyin…"

"I guess," he dropped his voice to almost a mumble. "I never really knew it was so different. I didn't really realize."

"What's it like?" Ketsler sat down across from him and leaned forward.

"A lot. It kinda burns." He shook his head slowly. "But that would be normal to you."

Ketsler glanced at his hands thoughtfully. "Yeah I guess it would.."

"How does it not drive you crazy." Fading heartbeats, raining fire. Tears to wash the dead away.

"What do you mean?" Ketsler carefully studied Rhyin's face.

"Nothing. I guess I'm just not very good at having magic." 

"Is it bothering you?"

Rhyin gazed at his hands resting in his lap, letting the silence gather in his mind. "I don't know, Ketsler. Maybe I've just been asleep all my life. Maybe this is what it's actually like to be alive. Maybe it will get better, I just need to...to catch up to you."

"So, what's with the bandage? Didn't they use a healing spell?" 

"Father says he used one to seal it closed. He said the internal healing should come from my own stores. It burns though." In his chest and through his blood, like liquid gold laced in lightning. Pulsing to a fading heartbeat.

Ketsler nodded slowly. "Did he give you any instructions?"

"Not really." Rhyin shrugged. "Told me not to try anything new without him. And don't let anyone cast anything on me." 

Polite laughter echoed through the group gathered in the room and caught his attention. Tehvlar was saying something that Rhyin didn't care to listen to, capturing interest of the many masters. "Oh. Right. He did say something about this earlier didn't he. Was I supposed to go talk to them?" He shifted in his seat, his mind reaching past the fog of sound around him to pay attention to the event. Noise. He frowned. Only mumbles lost in the haze. He watched then speak, gesture with their words, and yet he could not reach it, as if separated. 

"Excuse me a moment." Tehvlar detached himself from the group and came up next to Ketsler, speaking in a low tone. "Why don't you take him outside, the fresh air should help him. I'll talk to him in a bit so we can meet in my study." The haze grew cold, as when a shadow had passed in front of them, blocking the thin glow of the sun. Mutters sinking beyond sight.

He glanced back at the masters and down to his notebook. "It will only take me a half hour to wrap this up, okay?" 

Rhyin smirked to himself as rose from the chair. If he knew anything about his father he knew he'd take at least two hours to show off his pet project, especially when he had finally gathered the attention of the Masters. 

His legs felt unstable when he was up on them, he'd forgotten that when he sat down. They shook like they'd never learned to walk. And he felt his whole self shutter with it. A leaf caught in the breeze and thrown about on the air, but an ember drifting away from the fire, the branches of a tree left to tremble against the storm. The forces rage against it, and no one stops to wonder how it takes it.

Something was pulling at his arm. He glanced down to see Ketsler's hand. 

"Do you need help to walk?"

"I…" He took a step and the world shook back into place. The ground cracked and left him standing rooted at the edge of the pit, darkness leaking into it. Laughter seeping out of it. "Yeah I can walk." 

Ketsler wrap an arm under him and walked him out into the bright hallway before the backyard. 

"Come on, we only have to wait a half hour before Tehvlar can help you. You can just sit and rest." He swung the door open and they stepped out on to the grass. A beautiful day to greet them. And the world was begging to be unmade.

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Master Tehvlar's study was always tidy. Even if in the middle of important experiments or whatever odd thing he was doing at the moment. Rhyin sat in one of his father's wingback chairs, his hands nervously waiting in his lap. His father was standing in front of him with one of his tiny notebooks, its cover faded and bent. The fireplace behind his burning merrily, a steady glow across the room. He could see the table tucked once more into the corner. A set of cloths neatly folded, assorted jars unlabeled, a case of equipment, a glass with scissors and knifes. The room felt dark and closed. The air too thin for its space. Hushed voices gathered in the corners, tucked in the shadows, afraid to venture further into the master's sight.

"How have you been feeling?" 

"Alright." His head swam and he blinked away the haze that gathered in the corners of his vision. Lingering figures of smoke rose from the shadows. Shaking their heads and wringing their hands, ink dripping from them and seeping into the stones.

"Rhyin, it's very noble of you to try and shoulder it with no assistance. But that won't do." His father frowned at him. "I can't properly take care of you if you lie."

Rhyin sighed and rubbed his throbbing arm. 

"So what are you feeling?" He tilted his head to the side, squinting as if the different angle would reveal his son's thoughts on paper.

"It hurts, I guess." Smoke and fog mixed on the floor, rolling over the smooth stone surface and curling around Tehvlar's legs. Little glowing fireflies of ember took to the air.

"You guess? Think about it, you can give a more clear answer than that." 

"I don't really know what to call it." Rhyin frowned and glanced up to his father's unfazed expression.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes." Rhyin quickly added, "but it's not unbearable, I'll be fine." 

Drumming. A pulsing beat running through his head. His hands shook as he fiddled with the edge of his robe. A million heartbeats rising from below. From the grave around him. Ghosts moaning in the shadow of his father. The wind crying through the cracks.

"Where are you feelin-" Tehvlar's voice blew away, and his face blurred. The ground around his feet lit red and rippled as melted wax. The ghosts in his shadows dripping and bleeding into the floor. Swirling black in orange. Thundering above it all the pulse and breath of many souls. 

And then it broke. Shattering across time. The stones buckled under it and cracked like fine glass. The smoky figures blown away below, grasping to Tehvlar as they sunk. Leaving only a gaping hole of silence gnawing at the empty heartbeat. Rhyin gasped and bent over, closing his eyes. He shook and willed it all to clear away. 

Something was touching him, pressing against him. A low ringing filled his ears and his mind washed over clear. 

It was Ketsler's voice—muffled as if Rhyin was sunk into water—calling to him. 

"Please answer me-" 

"I'm okay." Rhyin could see him now, bent in front of him, his hands resting on his shoulder and back. His eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"No, I don't think so." Ketsler's eyes searched his face and he abruptly turned to Tehvlar. "Things like this have been happening all day, though not this bad. 

Rhyin looked up to his father and found him gazing at him with worry. A sorrow sitting deep in his eyes. He shook his head slowly and muttered to himself. Whispers and lies, cracks and fog.

"I'm jus-" 

"No listen, we can't help if you keep pretending it's not an issue." Ketsler interrupted.

"I was just gon-" 

"What was bothering you?" Tehvlar turned back to face him, the fire's glow highlighting his face.

Rhyin gazed at him, memory churning around in his head. "I don't know. It's like...the world was screaming."

Tehvlar nodded slowly, but below his cool surface Rhyin could see him frightened. "How is your arm?"

"It's been stinging." Rhyin glanced down at it.

His father crouched down next to him and gently unwrapped it, revealing discoloration like a bruise running up to his elbow and outlining his veins. Smoke to the fill the blood and ashes as a heart. The soft thudding of life like a hum in his mind.

Tehvlar muttered something to himself and rose, grabbing a square jar off his table. Kicking up and swirling the low crawling mist that reflected the fire. Translucent orange.

"Have you tried any spells?" He began to spread the pale oily cream on Rhyin's arm.

"No, you said not to." The thin mist spreading across the room, like a blanket to comfort the ground. Floating above it and over his feet.

"Hmm, yes I did. You'll need to sleep more."

"So something is wrong?" Ketsler stood beside Rhyin's chair, the tension he felt captured in his tight drawn brows. A glasslike sea leaking and reaching to take hold of Rhyin's legs, clinging with invisible hands. Curling away from Ketsler, afraid to dare that far. Afraid of the innocence. To stain what was untouched.

"Something could be wrong if he doesn't take care of it right. Just like anything else." 

"Did something go wrong?" Ketsler stepped forward slightly, his voice pressing for a solid response. 

"Ketsler, calm down. You don't have to worry. I'm taking care of him." Tehvlar wrapped Rhyin's arm again with a clean cloth, giving it a pat as if to send it off to mind itself.

"You're looking for trouble really. He is recovering, of course he…"

Hissing. Cracking and swinging into a ring of silence, a storm too loud to be heard. Ghosts clinging to his clothes, pulling, begging. Wraith of a figure lifted out and gripping for him. Faces there for a moment full of agony, falling away. Tears streaking their wind of a face, the voice of their pleas unread. Yet the desperate loss, the consuming pain was clear. Weighing them down into the ground. Falling out of reach, beyond time. Rhyin could feel it along with them, as if he was sinking below. His pulse quickened as his breath caught in his throat. He reached to touch them lightly. His hand passed through and beyond, the misty arms curling around him. Over his wrist and into his veins. A sharp sting of cold, a bitter numb. Rhyin closed his fist. The spell was broken. Wails filled his ears. Every different longing singing together, yearning for the undoing of it all. Pulling on him, pressing him, asking for mercy. How could he deny them? How could he turn them away? His own heartbeat driving along each cry, a lifeline they reached for. The living memory of their loss. A chill ran up his spine, spreading into his bones. His breath can fast as panick bled upon him. 

Like the white coat of a dandelion they broke and drifted away, down, down below. Gathering softly as snow. Lace to crown the earth. Mist cleared into crystal tears, gentle mourning.

"No. Wait. The snow was real. Ketsler must be freaking out."

The room was several degree colder then he'd last noticed. Flakes of snow hung in the air, gently spinning. Froze grew on the floor, up the legs of the chair, and Rhyin's feet. 

"Calm down, you hear me? How is this going to help at all? Freezing his legs will make it worse." 

Tehvlar gestured widely to the room with one hand—his voice raised—the other hand firmly placed on Ketsler's shoulder.

Ketsler was seated on the table, his hands tightly gripping the edge, knuckles white. A jolt of fear went through Rhyin. He shouldn't be sitting there. Not where he had.. Death haunts him.

"Ketsler. Ketsler it's okay. Please unfreeze my feet."

Relief washed over Ketsler's face. The snowflakes fell and disappeared like shooting stars. The ice melting into puddles across the floor and leaving Rhyin's feet wet. 

"Sorry, I was just...worried."

"Thanks." Rhyin mumbled, shaking his foot. 

Tehvlar watched him with a blank expression. Letting go of Ketsler's shoulder and stepping back. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah." Rhyin could still see it, as vivid as a dream. But only a dream. "Like I said earlier, I really am fine. If anything, I'm dizzy. But I also haven't eaten today. So Ketsler you can stop worrying."

"I did!" 

Rhyin raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well okay but in my defense you said that earlier right before you zoned out." Ketsler crossed his arms, hunching forward into himself.

"Ketsler, go help him get some soup. You can make sure he doesn't trip on something if it makes you feel better." Tehvlar rubbed his thumb across his fingers absently as he stared out the window.

"After you eat I want you to go back to bed." He wheeled his attention back around to Rhyin. 

"Yes sir." Rhyin got up from the chair quietly, stepping over the slippery stone floor. A stillness fell in the room. A quiet kind of thought, one that breeds sorrow and regret.

Ketsler slid off the table and joined Rhyin at the door. He glanced back at Tehvlar as he opened it, his uncle highlighted in the orange glow of the fire he thoughtfully watched. The two boys stood for a moment in doorway before softly leaving the weary master to himself. Eyes distant, back turned to those he swore to protect. Tapping his pencil against his little notebook. 

A rhythm that haunted him. A heartbeat.

[meadow-roses]

*cue anime opening style theme song*

[masterfuldoodler]

"but I see her, in the back of my mind, all the time..."

I think he should be a bit more haunted, as a treat. Thinking about how the memory can distort your image of someone, you lose the details. You never know when your last moment is, how would that last moment stay in your head?

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

sorry if this is dumb, but uh… what is the context of meme you made about being a menace and something called Keepers im SO confused 😅😭

Oh!! Not dumb don’t worry!!!

Very very long story short, the two geniuses @masterfuldoodler and @meadow-roses are working together on the most epic giant story ever ( @wednesday-chicken is the archive for it GO LOOK) about redemption and friendship and goodness and sacrifice and working through the struggle and pain for the ultimate good— Christ! I’m SO obsessed with it you have no idea 😂

Two of my favorite characters of August's are Vinni and Rhyin! Best friends who are doomed lovers and go through so much tragedy and angst it causes me immense pain eep. I got insanely attached to them individually as well as a pair before learning about all the stuff they go through, and that made everything better and worse lol.

Then through months of fangirling over them and lovingly annoying August, she said that just for me she was trying to think up a love confession for them and how to make them have a happy ending. (I believe) she’d been teetering between having their story end in tragedy as well and for it to be Very Sad, and solving the tragic problems that broke Vinni (I’ll let you figure out what that means if you wish muehehe) in the first place so they could come back together.

Because of my hardcore shipping she’s decided that no matter how much they go through their story will have a happy ending because I got so invested yippie! So that’s the whole ‘I’m a menace’ joke. I convinced her to let her best ship actually be a endgame ship muahahah

[scribbly-bear]

Ian, stop.

@masterfuldoodler I don't think they'd want to fight.

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Ragunoe [@scribbly-bear]

Ragunoe is a nervous and awkward person, he doesn't think very highly of himself and definitely doesn't think of himself as very special. Throughout the story he learns to be braver and a little bit less nervous. He is also a terrible liar. Ragunoe gets chosen to wield a magical sword (which is sentient)and save the universe. Along the way he makes friends and they join him on his quest.

Rhyin [Keepers @masterfuldoodler]

Rhyin is a young wizard, quiet and very thoughtful. Internal monologue 24/7. He was born without any magical affinity and instead worked in academics. His father preformed an experiment on him in hopes of giving him magic. It worked! And now he's plagued with visions of the doomed future and haunted by tormented ghosts. Rhyin's new magic goes haywire and flings him hundreds of years in the future. He is now very lost, and very confused. And very very haunted.

[raptormaw]

Joltik falls for the trick at least a few times a week….

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I haven’t done comics in years. Formatting is weird

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