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Bad week for the sapphics so here's some Hekster to cheer us up <333
Taglist under the cut!! (Ask to be added)
@kale-of-the-forbidden-cities@isecretlywishiwasyn@honey-the-dinosaur-ate-our-kid @malewifegradyruewen @pyromaniac-on-caffeine @appleflv @bylerlve@that-glasses-dog @overthinksinbisexual @katniss-elizabeth-chase @abubble125@callas-pancake-tree@writingandwritten@keeper-of-the-lost-dadwin @nyxie-of-the-night@justahoneybadger@unidentifiedimp @kamikothe1and0nly @hyperdragonthings @you-have-been-frizzled @thebestbookshelf @deulalune
@rachellelizabethhdare
#flori doodles#flori-doodles#my art#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#art#kotlc fanart#flori gets asks#kotlc fandom#sophie foster#kotlc sophie#kotlc stina#stina heks#sophie x stina#hekster
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I’m sorry I’m bring these back
@never-mourn-the-good @constant-sapphic-breakdown
the echos of this phase still haunts me
#keeper of the lost cities#kotlc#fitz vacker#flori-doodles#keeper of the lost cites fanart#kotlc sophie#sophie foster#kotlc fitz
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#kirby nintendo#my art#digital drawing#doodle#dark taranza#King of Florida more like King of debt#WAIT I MENAT FLORIA I MEANT FLORI-
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she in luv
#henry stickmin oc#thsc#the henry stickmin collection#henry stickmin collection#thsc mimi floris#mimi floris#max's doodles !!!#M1MK1D
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Your honor, they’re girlfriends! LOOK AT THEM!
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Quick lil Flori doodle
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A Very very belated secret Santa gift for @flori-doodles that's been sitting in my notes app for far to long. This secret Santa is (was??) brought to you by @song-tam 👏
Merry halfway through February!
Anyways, Keefe and Fitz smool story under the cut.
The're dating. It's a bit gay. Idk what else to tell y'all
(Idk how to label stories and stuff, so nothing more here)
And sorry about the the hearts, they keep moving and changing size and idk. I can't bear the thought of getting rid of them tho.
Keefe and Fitz were close friends, VERY close friends. That was all. There was no other attraction between the two. At least that's what everyone else thought.
Because what would people say, if they were more? The elven world was outraged by people with twins or triplets, what would they say about two boys dating?
So, it stayed a secret.
♡♡♡♡
"Will you be coming over after school today?" Asked Fitz, his brown hair and abnormal teal eyes sparkling in the light glinting off the glass side of the level three wing.
The two sit in an empty corridor, enjoying the little time they have alone together.
Keefe, squashed up next to Fitz, leans over until his head is touching the others shoulder. Sighing softly, he closes his eyes "I wish I could, but father has some important dinner and I have to be there apparently."
"I'm sure we can come up with something. My dad could ask him if you could stay, maybe even for a sleepover" he says, a glint of determination in his eyes.
"Fitz, it's alright. I can deal with one evening of stuffy nobles" Keefe replies warily, glancing up at the boy above him.
"Well, I'm not letting you spend more time in that house than is strictly necessary. I'm gonna ask my dad to ask yours about a sleepover" determination growing, he grabs his imparter from his bag, but is stopped by Keefe’s hand.
"I don't need you to save me from everything, Fitz " Keefe mumbles.
Both of them fall silent.
♡♡♡♡
Keefe and Fitz knew each other well, and they were always said to be 'like brothers'. Which is a lovely compliment, yet they still cringed at the word 'Brothers'. Because no one could know they were more.
If they could tell the world, they would. But the elven world is disgusted by bad matches, what would it say about two boys dating?
so, it stayed a secret.
♡♡♡♡
Before heading home, Fitz approaches Keefe, with the same offer as before.
"Are you sure you don't want to come over? I'm sure my parents would be fine with it" he asks, growing slightly desperate.
"Fitz" Keefe says, gently grabbing Fitz’s hand "I would love to, you know that. But I can't. Not tonight"
"But-" Fitz is cut short by a single finger on his lips, making the 'shhh' sign on his mouth.
"Not today, okay?" Keefe says, with a slight grin, as Fitz's eyes develop a haze of confusion.
"What's this meeting about anyways?" Fitz says, once Keefe finally removes his finger.
"I'm not really sure.” Keefe admits “It's probably just some semi-legal paperwork my dad's doing again," he says, his voice slightly softening.
Fitz fell quite again.
And he stayed quiet on the walk back.
♡♡♡♡
Keefe and Fitz were so close. In fact, the Vackers might even consider Keefe their son. But never for the reason the boys wished.
Maybe they wished it could be 'son in law' instead one day.
And maybe one day it would be, but the elven world was uncomfortable around the talentless, what would they say about two boys dating?
so, it stayed a secret.
♡♡♡♡
That afternoon, over Pathfinder Fitz had finally convinced Keefe.
"I don't wanna be caught up in anything too illegal, you know?" Keefe joked, but it was all to real of a possibility to be funny.
♡♡♡♡
Keefe and Fitz were close, never one without the other. They just balanced each other out so perfectly.
It's funny no one suspected anything, but who would've thought two boys could be more than friends. Because the elven world was distraught around the very thought of humans what would they say about two boys dating?
So, it stayed a secret
♡♡♡♡
Fitz rushes up the Stairs at a Superhuman. speed, almost running smack bang into a slightly visible Della.
'Sorry!" he across yells, still sprinting across the house.
A few minutes later, he reaches his destination, out of breath. Still panting, he enters his bedroom, levitating things out of his way as he goes.
His room was a mess, and that needed to be changed right away.
Because Keefe was coming over.
It wasn't like he hadn't been over before, there'd been endless days of base quest and mallowmelt. But this time things were different. Because Keefe was staying the night.
The very thought of sleepover with him made Fitz heart do silly little flips.
He didn't have time to think about that, when there were only 2 hours until Keefe arrived, and his room looked like it'd been hit with bomb. (As his mum would say)
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Keefe’s heart seemed to be attempting to gymnastics as he tried to keep his blushing under control.
clothes and a random assortment of items are spread across his room as he attempts to pack a bag.
the thing is, he'd never been to a sleepover, especially not with someone so- perfect.
He’s so under prepared.
He looks at the clock hanging over his bed.
Frick
He only had an hour left to turn to the explosion in his room into a a neatly packed bag AND find something to wear.
And on top of all that, he needed to do his hair.
♡♡♡♡
Keefe and Fitz were close, to close to be just friends. Whispers of them being something else flitted through foxfire, and it wasn't met with outrage or disgust or discomfort.
It was met with hope.
The elven world was disapproving of anything less than perfect, but what was imperfect about love?
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Flori finally got some doodles  
Flori stresses Vil out from drinking poison to “has anyone seen my son!?!?”. Pomefiore’s healer was less than amused by the VDC stunt
Jade is happy he has someone who will listen to his info dump on mushrooms… they probably poisoned someone
#art#twisted wonderland#twst#artists on tumblr#cheer!art#twisted oc#twisted wonderland oc#oc art#twst oc#cheer!flori#twst art#vil schoenheit#jade leech#pomefiore#oc artist#oc
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i’m looking for more kotlc blogs to follow and really like yours, do you have by recommendations?
Oh, that's so sweet of you! And yes, I can recommend some blogs. This list is by no means exhaustive, and I'm sure to forget some lovely individuals, but I'll do my best!
I know a lot of us have interacted for a while or been around a while, and seeing us call each other names or refer to things that happened before you were here can make you feel like an outsider, but we're very open to new people and love to support each other! So please don't let it deter you, we'd love to have you
@theunmappedstar - this is an abandoned blog, but Nattie was a cornerstone of the fandom when he was here, and at the top of his blog you can find a whole assortment of incredible fanfictions!
@silveny-dreams - Sil's rarely active these days, but she wrote several incredible fanfictions you can find at the top of her blog. Loves Grady and Edaline, and an incredibly sweet person
@everliving-everblaze - Catherine is a well-known fanfic writer and lover of sophitz! She has some incredible works and is intimately familiar with the kotlc wiki, having been its admin for a while. Highly recommend her
@lusilver001 - Lu is an absolutely phenomenal fan-artist, creating visually stunning pieces of several of the characters. They're highly celebrated for a reason!
@fintan-pyren - Fin is a chaotic but endearing presence heavily associated with Fintan Pyren (hence the username). Lots of jokes about being Fintan, about Fintan x Dimitar, and overall fun. If you like to mess around with canon, Fin's a great follow!
@synonymroll648 - Izzy's an unbelievably talented writer, commonly associated with sokeefitz! Faer very encouraging, supportive, and hard-working, everything she produces being top-notch and worth the read!
@camelspit - Roisin's a fanartist who somehow goes above and beyond with everything he creates! With a unique and easily recognizable style, she draws everything from canon to shitposts and I highly recommend checking it all out!
@flori-doodles - With an absolutely ethereal artstyle, Florida is a staple for all your fanart wants and needs! Cannot recommend his work enough, she truly brings the characters to life
@xanadaus - Tobi is a beloved fandom member responsible for several incredible events, like the Ten Years of Keeper Event we just wrapped up! He's also got a myriad of other talents to keep an eye out for on his blog
@gay-otlc - S is your go to for a bunch of queer, chaotic keeper content. He's well-known for throwing canon out the window in favor of making everything gay, which has endeared him to the fandom
There are so many other incredible people in the kotlc fandom here, so if I haven't listed you that's not because I don't love your blogs!! I'm sure I've forgotten multiple talented individuals. By following or checking out many of these people, you'll notice them interacting with others regularly and can discover more of us that way. Or, if you'd like, I can do another sweep and expand the list!
I encourage anyone who sees this to reblog it with further suggestions, which 100% includes yourself if I haven't mentioned you! I hope this gives you a good start, Nonsie! And welcome to the kotlc side of tumblr, we're thrilled to have you :)
#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#kotlc fandom#quil's queries#nonsie#mutuals if I haven't included you it's not intentional!#so I 100% mean it when I say suggest yourself#also if I did mention you I stole pronouns from bios. my apologies if I've used any incorrectly. it's unintentional#but here's a list!#there's many incredible people#if you look through the tag you'll see a lot of us!
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Felt like doing character doodles! Enjoy <3
’Accordion’ and ‘Violin’ Belongs to @bluetorchsky.
Amelia Copperbottom and Android!Charles Calvin
Belongs to @androidcharles
Blue Fanlady Belong to @blue-fanlady
Ezhno Nies Belongs to @dark-twist-fairytales
Mimi Floris Belongs to @mimkid
Jay Benson Belongs to @jaytoons7
#the henry stickmin collection#henry stickmin collection#henry stickmin fanart#henry stickmin oc#thsc fanart#thsc oc#thsc#thsc accordion#thsc violin#thsc amelia copperbottom#thsc android!charles calvin#thsc blue fanlady#thsc ezhno nies#thsc mimi floris#thsc jay benson#accordion#violin#amelia copperbottom#android!charles calvin#blue fanlady#ezhno nies#mimi floris#jay benson
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Ma’am I-
(reblogs are incredibly beneficial to my mental health <3)
taglist under the cut!
@kale-of-the-forbidden-cities@honey-the-dinosaur-ate-our-kid@appleflv@bylerlve@that-glasses-dog@constant-sapphic-breakdown@katniss-elizabeth-chase@abubble125@callas-pancake-tree@writingandwritten@malewifegradyruewen@keeper-of-the-lost-dadwin@nyxie-of-the-night @isnt-it-delicate15 @theseasonalarsonist@stopstealingtomatoes @loamnore@just-a-honey-badger @unidentifiedimp @kamikothe1and0lny@hyperdragonthings @you-have-been-frizzled @isecretlywishiwasyn @pyromaniac-on-caffeine @thebestbookshelf
#flori doodles#my art#flori-doodles#toh fanart#the owl house#eda the owl lady#the owl lady#eda clawthorne#toh#edalyn clawthorne#toh eda
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I had a competition thing and I wrote this story
so there’sa lot of interpretations you can have and please tell me what you think Its about 🥺
Trigger warnings: abuse, drowning mention, hallucinations (kind of),ghosts, suicidal thoughts
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The walls of Heather's room felt like they were going to close in around her, crush her underneath their weight.
She always took deep breaths when that happened, turning her attention towards the swaying of the branches outside her window.
Or when all of it got too much, slip out the backdoor, praying nobody noticed.
And when her steps no longer needed to be silent, she ran towards the woods. Let the chirping of the birds drown away her thoughts, saw towering trees reaching out to the sky and she wondered if she could do the same.
Heather sat on a fallen tree, its branches, once beautiful, crushed against the ground. Her legs itched where the bark touched her skin.
The screaming had gotten too much yet again. So her feet had carried her here, woods no matter how far she ventured, she never seemed to get lost in.
She'd always heard things about the woods. Of course, where the voice of reason was absent, the human mind always leapt to conjure up some speculation to fill the space.
They said in the early hours of the morning, the mist held figures human eyes weren't meant to see.
They talked about the way the rustling of the leaves whispered secrets in their ears when the moon was high.
How the squirrels in the forest could jump too high, how the deer walked around with eyes white instead of black, how the branches hung a bit too low, brushing against their skin.
Heather didn't care about the myths. Sometimes, when she lay on the damp grass and wished the roots would overcome her, she couldn't help but hope it was true.
Maybe one day, she'd venture too far into the woods, get lost in the swaying branches, and Never have to return home.
A flower grew near her feet, something familiar about the way its petals were twisted and bruised. It resembled the marks left on her skin by her father.
The world threatened to spin again, and their words etched their way into her thoughts again, so Heather stood up and ran further down the rows of trees. The wind gently caressed her face, but the tears rolled down her face anyway.
She came to a small clearing, where water rushed past her, roaring with confidence. She briefly wondered how far away she was from home, the distance reassuring her.
She stared at the water and wondered how it would be like to flow away with it.
But something cold pressed against her shoulder, and when Heather looked up, a faint whisper of a figure stood facing her, their eyes asking a question she'd wondered for so long.
"Don't you want to be free?"
Heather blinked, and when she opened her eyes, there was nothing there. She laughed, trying not to be scared that she was finally going crazy.
But then branches crushed under someone's foot, and when she looked up again, a girl stood there, staring off into the distance.
Heather backed away, filled with fear.
"Who are you?" She asked, speaking faintly. The girl turned around and tilted her head at Heather. Her eyes were dark, darker than the night sky. Her skin was smooth and her hair the colour of sunlight. Curiosity erupted in Heather's mind.
The girl did not respond, opting instead to just stare at Heather.
She couldn't explain how, but something felt surreal about the girl. Maybe it was the way the light hit her skin, or the sharp lines of her figure.
"What's your name?" Heather asked. The girl simply smiled, and Heather couldn't stop thinking how the other girl was so pretty yet…so surreal.
The girl sat down beside Heather. She cleared away the branches and leaves lying at the river side to reveal dirt. Heather watched her pick up a stick and scratch a name in the mud.
"Alora. That's your name?" The girl, or Alora, nodded. She pointed the stick at Heather, like she was inquiring about her name too.
"Heather. You don't talk?" Alora smiled. She scratched "pretty name" in the dirt. Heather smiled back.
"I've got to say, your handwriting is very bad." The girl pouted, her expression drawing a laugh out of Heather.
The next day, Heather snuck a book and quill out of her Father's study, staying in the shadows to avoid being seen. Alora never let the book go after she got it, excitedly flipping through the empty pages.
Heather never knew what home was, but sometimes when she watched Alora excitedly scribble words onto the page, watching her eager expression as Heather read her silly jokes, some faint impression of what the word was supposed to mean built in her chest.
Once Alora accidentally left her book behind, and when Heather had sneakily managed to take it home, she found the pages empty. She flipped through the pages fervorously, almost tearing the delicate paper, but when she hid the book under her mattress, defeated and slightly haunted, she knew that the book held no words.
The next morning, Heather woke up to screaming again, and out of habit she ran towards the river they always met beside, clutching the book tightly in her hands. But now, as she ran away from the echoes of her Father's words, her mind filled with a different set of questions.
As usual, she waited near the flowing river, wondering why she'd failed so miserably at seeing all the strange things about her new friend.
But that wasn't true, was it? Heather had seen them, but in the face of companionship and the yearning for Alora's comfort, the quirks felt irrelevant.
How did Alora always show up?
Why had the words disappeared?
What was Alora?
The branches crunched under someone's foot, and when Heather looked up, Alora stood there, her face torn between defeat, anger and sadness. The shine of her hair, the sharp lines of her figure, all of it stood out again, and when Heather met her eyes again, all she could wonder was,
"Who are you?"
Alora sighed as she knelt down and took the book. She took the quill, softly brushing Heather's hands for a moment.
Alora flipped through the pages, which were full again. Heather frowned.
"Come with me." Alora wrote. Heather shook her head.
"Why?" Alora looked at her, and the sadness in her eyes pained Heather's heart.
"Please." And Heather thought about what she had to lose. The truth was, the only person who'd ever wanted her was Alora.
Heather complied, and Alora grabbed her hand as they walked down a part of the forest she had never been in before. They walked through places where the branches curled strangely, where birds that made sounds she'd never heard before, where the green of the grass turned bluer with every step she took.
Things stopped making sense, but Heather didn't think any of this was supposed to make sense.
"Where are we going?" Alora looked back at her, and then she remembered, all those months ago, she'd seen the same look in a different pair of eyes.
"Don't you want to be free?"
And Heather could answer that question in a heartbeat.
"Lead me there."
Alora stopped and when Heather looked around, the river ran backwards, and the branches hung so low they brushed across their torsos. The grass was bluer than the sky, But even with so much wrong about this place, she recognised it anyway.
Alora stepped into the river, and Heather followed.
I want to be free, she thought.
The water was cold. So was Alora's hand, like it always was.
I want to be free.
The water filled her lungs, but the feeling was so pleasant that Heather sighed, a small smile forming on her face.
She woke up, but Heather didn't know where she was. Everything felt similar yet so different the same time that it sent her reeling from vertigo. She laid down on the ground, the soft grass underneath her felt so comforting that she almost drifted away.
Someone touched her shoulder and when she opened her eyes, she saw eyes darker than the night sky looking at her, and a smile so beautiful that she couldn't help but smile back.
"We're free."
Tagging my art taglist and moots because I want attention
@theseasonalarsonist @theseasonismerrybutimnot @constant-sapphic-breakdown @callas-pancake-tree @that-glasses-dog @appleflv @abubble125 @katniss-elizabeth-chase
#wield a pen and let it out my darling#oc#original story#my writing#supernatural creatures#original characters#mystery#romance#lesbian#queer#florida blabbers#flori-doodles
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@flori-doodles help me idk how tumblr works and I think yk who I am (ps we are writers and I'm your senior)
#tumblrnewbie
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Keefitz Week 2023 Creations!
a lovely compiled masterpost of keefitz week creations, including art, playlists, moodboards, and fic! hosted by me and the wonderful @skylilac
Prompts
Day One: Lifeguard/beach
art by @camelspit
art by @tw-5
art by @squishmallow36
art by @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss
Day Two: Breakup/reunion
art by @camelspit
fic by @cowboypossume [accompanying playlist and pinterest board]
fic by @when-wax-wings-melt
poem by @bellawriteslikeshit
Day Three: Childhood/Family
fic by @darkchocolatedimples
Day Four: Roommates
art by @flori-doodles
fic by @acewithapen [chapter 2]
Day Five: Tattoo Artist/Flowershop
Day Six: Soulmates
art by @tw-5
animatic/comic by @flori-doodles
moodboard by @mothsandbutterflies
Day Seven: Free
fic by @soryasongsaa [on ao3]
longfic by @when-wax-wings-melt
#keefitz week 2023#THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR PARTICIPATING#as creations continue they'll be added to the post! make sure to keep tagging me and avery <3#kotlc#kotlc art#kotlc writing#kotlc artists#keeper of the lost cities#keefitz#keefe sencen#fitz vacker
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Did some doodles of Richard in his later years as described by the accounts Jean Flori references in his book, which all in all seems to add up to him being "solidly built", similar to Henry in his energetic temperament and manner, weirdly tall, weirdly pale, and who put on more weight in the latter half of his life.
Most of the later period was spent feuding with Philip over territories, wherein he built Chateau Gaillard and met his end with an infected wound from an arrow shot at Châlus.
#Richard the lionheart#Philip Augustus#Richard Lionheart#12th century#Jean flori#Medieval#Historical art#Richiliippe#Sort of. Their old man yaoi era
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HEY!
if you're interested in a marellinh tangled au, I've just posted one and you should totally check it out! it's called "the moon will sing a song for me" and it's on ao3!
taglist (lmk if you want to be added or removed!) : @shellyseashell @dellaskye @ash-the-enby-nerd @ravs6709 @an-absolute-travesty @callas-pancake-tree @flori-doodles @maxsrainbowsheets @arson-anarchy-death @theprocrastibake @soryasongsaa
#kotlc#marella redek#linh song#marellinh#marellinh tangled au#specs writes#the moon will sing a song for me#tmwsasfm
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