#keian

[angry-trout]

more of arbed

i currently have over 10k of arbed jaric sitting in a wip so if that's what you're looking for you will get it in time lol

Picture Day / 755 words

Keian? Perhaps?

Usually, the portrait artist didn’t come to create the pictures until the spring, but this year she came in September. This year, it was hoped that not all of the students would make it until graduation, that some would be sent off come November to bring honor to Foxwood through admittance to the School. Rhian would be among them, inevitably. 

Kei was afraid of this, of the change of being alone at Arbed, alone through the Ever Guard Trials, alone until Rhian was crowned following his own graduation and sent for him. Two more months of them all– for strangely enough, he thought he might miss Japeth and Aric too, miss having something worth protecting someone from– together, then he would be apart from them for four years, maybe three if Rhian’s Quest allowed.

For now, he could still imagine it was the beginning of a new year like any other. Rhian’s birthday in a few weeks, no tears shed at the realization it would be the last one the two of them would be together to celebrate, for it would not be. Halloween, Aric and Japeth’s same terrorization of the students in the main school, no preoccupation with School preparation granting the reprieve he had longed for before. Winter, four trails of footprints in the snow, up late by the living room fire studying for their Autumn term exams. Spring, hyacinths in the garden, the other boys off to university, or work, or back home, but not them, they would stay here forever.

The portrait artist stood before them, fingerglow at the ready, canvas propped before her.  She squinted out at the boys of Arbed House and their Dean, framed them between her fingers, pointed at them. “You, you, switch. Twins together in the back.” He relented, though in the front row, it discomforted him to no longer be able to see his classmates, Aric the only one next to him, his face turned away as he listened to something Japeth had leaned down from behind him to whisper. 

Rhian nudged him, and Kei glanced back. “Next time we get our portrait done together, you’ll be captain of my guard.” And that was so far away, a longer time to wait than how long they had even known each other. 

Japeth gave Aric a look and they both laughed, Rhian looking momentarily perturbed but his smile and his confidence unshaken, never shaken. Rhian knew he had his future. He could always be sure of that. Aric and Japeth knew they had each other. Kei resented them that, that they had known from as soon as they became friends that the paths of their lives would never diverge. As Nevers, their lives could never end well, but they would share them, and he did not have that guarantee. Two parallel friendships, one eternal, one about to be forced to splinter.

Rhian was beaming down at him; a smirk was still on Aric’s lips as he turned back to the artist; Japeth grinned, leaned forward over his shoulder. For just a while longer, he could be happy with the rest of them. He should be happy for them, for Rhian at least, his best friend soon to get all he had ever wanted.

Which was not him. 

He could not tell Rhian he wanted him to stay. He was too Good to be denied his destiny, and he was too Good to leave Kei behind if he knew how the prospect of their separation ate at him, snuck its way into every moment. The last time leaving Arbed for the summer, knowing Rhian would await him when he returned. The last first day back. Maybe that had been the last time they’d sit in the shade of that oak tree, for its leaves had already begun to fall. Maybe that had been the last time they’d eaten Rajashah mangoes together, for they’d gone out of season. Maybe that had been the last time they’d be able to speak so openly to each other, for by the time they reunited they’d have grown apart, grown older, grown uncomfortable with what had once been easy intimacy.

When the time came he would pledge his life to Rhian, and in his mind he already had. He would not stop Rhian from becoming the king he was meant to be, would not hold him back. He would be happy for him.

So he turned around, looked at the artist as she prepared to eternalize this moment, and pretended he was.

[reii-ichi]

【Commission Work】

英あん敬サンド🥪✨

《 do not reupload! 》

[akitoswall]

dont worry about what this is...

[qianzhangs]

15: delayed flight

Across from Rhian, two children begin to cry.

Kei’s eyebrows curve in concern beaide him; the children’s mother rushes to soothe them, and he shifts as if he wants to reach out, wants to help, though Rhian can’t think of any way he could. Kei has always had a soft spot for children.

They’re not the only ones in distress. The announcement went something like, this flight is being delayed twelve hours, and now they’re surrounded by clamour and complaints. Rhian pictures himself as an anchor of calm, of silence, in all this noise.

He’s kind of relieved, actually. He hadn’t particularly wanted to go home. He doesn’t, ever.

Neither had Kei, but worry twists at his mouth all the same. Rhian nudges at his shoulder in a silent question, and Kei shrugs.

“My parents will be unhappy,” he says softly. “Though I admit they would be anyway. My sisters— well. I don’t know what they’ll think. Maybe it’s just not meant to be.”

Kei speaks of his sisters often. At Arbed— when they would talk about other schools, more normal ones— they had almost seemed like a point of pride. It’s difficult to tell. For people like them, the problem children, the troubled cases, it is endlessly hard to think well of your family. They won’t ever think well of you. Even Japeth dislikes Rhian, and they’re both in the same boat, so it’s not like he has anything better to show.

But perhaps that’s just them, the Sader family. Kei talks about his sisters from a distance, more like characters than anything else. But he has never quite spoken ill of them. lt’s more that they were never afforded the chance to be close; a forced sort of isolation. Again, very much unlike Rhian and Japeth, who were stuck together, like it or not.

His parents are a different story, a more sensitive one, but so are everyone’s.

“I guess you’re happy,” Kei observes in that same, quiet way.

“Any excuse not to go home,” Rhian says. “Anything at all.” It’s a strange thing to say, in the midst of all these people who want to go home— because no one goes to Foxwood for any other reason, no one thinks of it as anything but a poorer, less exciting version of Camelot or Jaunt Jolie— but it’s the truth.

Rhian does not know what it is, to long for home. Home has always been this: absent father, obsessive mother, crazed twin. Not people Rhian wants to be defined by. Not somewhere he wants to go back to.

And sometimes it was this: inadequacy. Rhian tries— tried?— to be a good kid, to make it work, if only because he knew Japeth wouldn't. It won't ever be enough. There will always be something in him that his mother resents, even if it's only his father’s blood, his father’s face. And there will always be the fact that his father didn’t care for him, for them, that they were only an afterthought. And there will always be this family he cannot fix.

Home is too much work and not enough to gain from it, from trying. Rhian doesn’t really care to try anymore. He’s not scared. He’s not. He’s just— not willing to watch it fail.

Kei lays a hand over his. “You're in your own head again,” he says, not unkindly.

“I always am,” Rhian murmurs. Always dreaming, or, lately, the antithesis of it. Convincing himself of reality. He curls his fingers through Kei’s, and for a moment they just sit like this, holding hands at the boarding gate.

He is blessed, to have Kei, who is perhaps the only person from whom he has nothing left to hide. Rhian could not ever know how to thank him. Could not ever be grateful enough.

Kei squeezes his hand, near-gentle, and lets go. He picks up his phone from where it lies in his lap, starts typing a message. To one of his sisters, most likely. They’re lucky to be sitting next to a charging station, though they’ll probably have to give it up sooner or later. Rhian glances at his own messages— four from his mother, one from his cousin Agatha. He contemplates ignoring them.

“At least reply to Agatha,” Kei says abruptly. Rhian hadn’t realised Kei was looking over at him and his screen, close enough for their shoulders to brush. “I like Agatha.”

“Who I reply to isn’t defined by who you like,” Rhian mutters. But he clicks her message open anyway. Kei’s mouth curves into a slight smile, the only response that Rhian gets.

you’ll be here at seven tomorrow, right? Agatha has texted. my dad is worrying again.

And then there’s that. Rhian tries very hard to avoid family dinners with the previous generation of Sader siblings, which are made even more awkward for him by the fact that their entire branch of the family is technically illegitimate, and also born out of Rhian’s grandfather cheating. Going to school in a different region of the Woods has made that quite easy— for him and Agatha both, as awkward classmates, though she normally does try to go home.

This was supposed to be the first dinner he attended in a year or two. Well, that’s unfortunate. my flight got delayed, he types back. twelve hours. but mom and rj will be there at seven.

you’re KIDDING me, Agatha replies almost instantly. honestly, good for you. but good luck telling your mother. This is followed by a string of pictures of pathetic-looking animals, about ten more than Rhian asked for, or wanted. At least she didn’t say skibidi like she did the last time they texted, or he might have to block her again.

“I almost feel bad,” he mutters. “Throwing her to the wolves.”

“The good Professor will protect her from the worst of it,” Kei says lightly. “Unless your brother brings Aric, in which case there will be blood, probably. I wouldn’t put it past Aric to take a shot at Professor Sader, too. Animal that he is.”

Kei, of all of them— Rhian and his mother and Aric’s own mother and everyone else but Japeth— has always despised Aric the most. It’s been a long-standing grudge, held since Aric nearly killed Kei back in Arbed. Years have passed, now, and the scar still tugs at Kei’s lip when his mouth curls. A constant crooked flaw in his joy.

Kei, Rhian remembers, had been more angry than anything else. It had been Rhian who had worried, hands curled in Kei’s, heart in his mouth.

“If Japeth brings Aric, I’ll throw him out myself,” he says.

Kei laughs— breaks off halfway to say, “Hello, did you need something?”

Rhian stares at the kids standing in front of them. One taller girl, one tiny boy who can’t be more than five. Kei smiles, indulgent.

“Could we share the charging station?” the girl asks shyly. She holds up the phone she’s holding. “Please?”

“Of course,” Kei says, before Rhian has the chance to react. Not that he would have said no. He’s not a terrible person, just… not particularly fond of children. “You can sit there if you want?”

He gestures to the empty seats on their other side. “If your parents are alright with it.”

The two kids are already looking at their mother— and, oh, they were the ones crying. She waves an affirmation at them, exhausted, and Rhian feels a little more sympathetic. Fine. He can tolerate it, for now.

Kei tugs his charger out so that the kids can plug theirs in, chattering happily. They’re playing Candy Crush. Because of course they are. Five minutes later they lean over to ask Kei whether he knows how to play.

Kei is on level eight thousand and counting. Rhian is pretty sure he was playing earlier on. What a question to ask. What a question, indeed.

The kids are on level five hundred. Kei is practically glowing. Well, as long as he’s happy.

Rhian wouldn’t mind staying like this, he thinks, a little wistfully. Twelve hours, four more on the plane. A world to themselves. A little life of their own. A liminal space, a transition, a delay. Rhian and Kei, the way he always wants it to be.

If he’s ever longed for home, he thinks it might look something like this.

[kou-f]

海外旅行へ行く母が買ってきたコンデジが、

とにかく酷くてびっくりした。

恵安 KDC800

スペック表には3000万画素って書いてあるんで、

それを見て「高画質なんだ！」と思って買ったらしいけど、

画質は良くてドライブレコーダーくらい、かなｗ

というかこのレンズシャッター無し、

デジタルズームのみってまさにドライブレコーダーの

レンズとセンサーを流用してるんやと思う。

.

そんなカメラを

「コレ画質がおかしいんだけど設定見てみてくれん？」と

持ってきたのが出発前日の夜。

設定とかいうレベルじゃなかったｗ

これなら今使ってるiPhoneXのほうが5万倍くらいマシだね。

というのをやんわりつと伝え、

当日、出発前に家電屋さんやカメラ屋さんを回り、

何とか中古のSONY RX100を手に入れた。

カメラの設定と充電器の確認だけして持たせて、

ギリギリで旅立っていきましたｗ

.

KDC800は貰ったので今度サンプル画像撮って

ネタにでもしてやろうと思います。

スペック表にセンサーサイズも書いてないとかビビるよね。

オートフォーカスも「ピピ」って音がするだけで

全然レンズ動いてないけど大丈夫かこれ。

.

先ほどダニエル井上空港についたとの連絡がありました。

[finalgirlagatha]

Do you think you could write a little blurb of that Rhian and Kei being exiled together thing you were talking about? Like just a paragraph or two? (No pressure or intention to be rude! And I totally understand if you don't!)

sure, I don't mind! this was actually a lot of fun to write! i do have to point you to the second part of kates never tedros au, where kei and rhian are actually exiled together, linked here. the fic is barely about them, but it's where the idea originates (for me). the following blurb is just a hypothetical au where japeth dies, the two live exiled and alone in their failure. shout-out to this ask where i broke it down. the funny thing is I actually had a document titled DEAD DOGS ARE JUST HAPPY YOU'RE THERE with an idea like this that I never got around to finishing, so this was very interesting to write. sorry it took me so long, but I hope you enjoy regardless:)

"It's grown quite tiresome," Kei snaps. "Your silence routine. There are things to be done, unless you're set on drinking yourself to an early grave?"

Rhian doesn't look at him. His cheek, bandaged, shows a flush from the drink, bitter and intoxicating in the air. Rhian never drank before. He believed it made men foolish and loose-lipped, and easy to manipulate.

It turned out, he himself wasn't immune from such manipulations from a pretty mouth. The thought made Kei's insides clench, as they had been throughout the journey to the great wooded land.

"I don't know what you want from me."

His voice shook Kei, it was still, immune from the drink. Still and as solemn as it had ever been, unaffected.

"I want you to stop being so childish," Kei snapped. "I want you to be yourself. This isn't you."

"I don't know what that means anymore," Rhian says. He turns away, slouching his great shoulders.

"Don't be ridiculous," Kei scoffed. "Of course you do."

"No, I don't," Rhian's voice took a dangerous tone, a tone of warning Kei had often heard when in Camelot, most of the time, even directed towards himself. "I'm not the son of Camelot. I'm hardly the son of Evelyn. The man who is my father is no closer to me than Arthur himself. All of this, all those years... for naught. Japeth is dead, mother is dead. And you," he scoffed. "Frankly, I don't know what to do with you."

Do with him. As if he was a toy, a yo-yo to be played between his royal fathers. Ly's words haunt him, you'll never be more than a tool. A means to an end.

"Perhaps I'll leave."

"You couldn't," Rhian says. "You could try, but you'll come crawling back. You always do, weighing me down... dragging me towards your filth."

"I didn't know I was such a burden," he said.

"A burden? Don't flatter yourself, you're nothing at all," Rhian said.

Kei didn't breathe. He didn't even move, he stood still. This used to empower him, his silence and stillness. Now, it was a prison.

They were all they had in the world, and Rhian still didn't want him.

But their circumstances, for once, comforted him.

If Kei was nothing, Rhian was less than that.

Rhian's hazed eyes, weighed by a depression, snap open as he feels an actual weight on his back. "What are you doing, you-"

Kei pressed harder, forcing Rhian to lean down. Rhian was at a disadvantage and he knew it. He was forced, slumped into a position. "And what are you?" Kei asked. "You fool. You're nothing but a joke, with your delusions of legacy and power. You're no better than me, and you know it."

"You're scum," Rhian grits, and forces himself out of his slouch with such force, shaking Kei's press on him. Rhian takes this to his advantage and grabs his legs, tackling him to the ground. "You've always been scum, and now you think we're equals? I tasted something greater."

"And for what?" Kei repeats. "For naught."

Rhian's eyes are wild, wilder than he's ever seen them. It's a welcome change from the depression that's consumed him. Kei's always been good at breaking him in and out of moods.

"I-" Rhian began, but Kei denied him, kneeing him in the gut and forcing him off of him. He clambered over Rhian, grabbed his hair, and forced his head down.

"You are no better than me," Kei says. "And you hate it. You're not the king, Rhian. You're not the Lion, you're not the long lost son. This doesn't mean you're nothing. It just means you're a man at the center, and I think that's what you've always been scared of."

All Foxwood bred was men, men for the purposes of being lesser, for the purposes of being tools. Kei understands. He understands Rhian better now than he ever has.

He understands why this scares Rhian so. Out here, they are nothing than what they were born as, and what they made of themselves.

Rhian stares at him, wide-eyed. Kei relishes in it. Oh, to finally have all of him. This force, under his hand, as he spent so many years under his. "We could still have a life," Kei says. "It won't be grand, but it'll be something."

When Rhian speaks, his voice is raw and still. "Something is good," Kei lets go of him, sitting back. “I never wanted you to see me like this. Out of everyone... I never wanted you to."

Kei thinks about his own farm and father, the faceless thing that he was. He remembers his hands and voice, the boom of it. Years he spent worrying maybe he'd never see Rhian at the center of it, beyond the kingly persona. Now, it's all they have.

“I like you like this," he decides. “You're real. When we were boys... even when you were King, I couldn't believe you were real.”

Rhian stares at him, and shakes his head. "Of course you do. Farmboy that you are. There's... never been anyone else, you know.”

He means nobody else who can see him as he is. Of course there's not. Rhian can be manipulated and jerked around, he can lose, be stripped down to nothing, but Kei will always see him for what he is.

“I know.”

Kei gets off, but Rhian pulls him back in by the arm. "Don't leave," he says. "Promise you won't leave."

"Where could I go?" Kei asks.

It's not much of a question, there's no answer to it. There's never been nothing outside of Rhian, and now the reverse is true.

They can have something, out here.

[excaliburssword]

Fandoms fav sge ship voting challenge 😍

I seriously want to see what the majority of Tumblr thinks on these ships. (I'm generally really curious, because I've seen some defend these two under serious circumstances).

If you are more of a Keian shipper (Kei x Rhian), feel free to like.

If you are more of a Jaric/ Japaric shipper (Japeth x Aric), feel free to reblog.

If I see this ending up dramatically, I might do more lmao 😭

And then overall, we'll put all the top picked ships in like a mega battle or smth EJWKNFKRNFF-

LET THE BATTLES BEGIN!!

(Btw, I think I'm more of a Keian shipper 😭)

[wetty-steady]

As shitty as the rep in TSFGAE was I cannot deny how aesthetic that one butterfly scene sounded. Might draw it.

But also shout out to Evelyn Sader and her two sons, we end the bloodline bitch/j