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alaydabug2 · 4 months ago

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Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter Thirty-one

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Sophie sat at Keefe's baseball game. The high-school coach was giving him the opportunity to play with the varsity. It was to train to be a pitcher for next year.

It was scorching hot. Over one hundred degrees. She went to buy another water bottle. She already knew that the concession stands were making bank off everybody. She sat back into the shade. When she burned her thighs on the mettle bench, she knew it probably wasn't the best idea to wear shorts.

She continued to watch the game. They were at a stand still. Balls were thrown. Strikes were hit. The other team kept making bases.

The other team's score continued going up. The players in the outfield were agitated with all the balls flying over their heads. The infield was annoyed with the ball never making it back to them. The coach was frustrated that they weren't getting any outs. And Keefe looked... tired.

Sophie squinted to get a better look at him. As the inning continued on, she saw the way his shoulders were dropping. How he threw fewer strikes.

With him being in the middle of the field, the sun was beating straight down at him. He was breathing heavier than before as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

She knew he didn't do too well in the heat. And weren't they required, by law, to stop playing when the heat got over a certain temperature?

After ten more minutes of the cycle continuing, Keefe finally turned to the coach and made a time-out sign. It seemed they were arguing for a moment. She could tell he was about ready to cry. She wasn't sure if it was from frustration of not being listened to or the heat.

The arguing continued until Fitz made his way out of the dug out. He joined the bickering against the coach.

Finally, they reached a consensus. The coach rolled his eyes and stalked back to the side lines. Fitz took place at the mound, and Keefe trudged over to the dug out.

Sophie quickly got a couple bottles of water from the concession and made her way to the back of the dugout. She peeked through the gate.

"Hey, you alright?" She asked him.

He nodded and gratefully took the waters she passed him. He used one as an ice pack for his neck and drank the other.

"What happened out there."

"It got way too hot," Keefe muttered. "Felt like I was going to puke. Coach tried to tell me to tough it through, but it's only one out. I wouldn't have been able to do it."

He whined and tugged at the collar of the uniform.

"Unbutton the first few buttons," Sophie tried to tell him.

He adamantly shook his head. "No. They don't know."

"Don't know what?" She realized as soon as she said it.

"They probably won't even notice the scar," she tried to assure him. "Please, you're overheating," she begged.

"But they'll sure as heck notice the monitor," he argued.

Sophie sighed, "Ok. Just keep this here." She took the second bottle he was about to drink and placed it back at his neck. "I'll get you another water."

Keefe nodded. "Thank you."

"Of course."

At the end of the game, Fitz caught up with them.

"On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think he'll make my life misery next year," Keefe complained.

Fitz shrugged. "If I tell Coach to leave you alone, he'll leave you be."

"No offense," Sophie started, "but why would he listen to you."

He snorted. "I have dirt on him."

Both Sophie and Keefe's eyes widened.

"What'd he do," Keefe demanded.

"I walked in on him and the math teacher making out in the supply closet."

Sophie snorted. "No, you did not!"

"I did. It was traumatizing."

Fitz explained the rest of his story. By the time he was done, the majority of the parents had arrived. Keefe kept checking the time.

"Need a ride?" Fitz asked. "My parents can take you home."

"I'm sure they'll be here soon," Keefe tried. "If anything, Ro is probably on the way."

Sophie hated to have to call him out, but, "Didn't you say she worked night shift tonight?"

He shuffled his feet, confirming her suspicions.

"It's fine," Fitz assured him. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can bug the crap out of Biana!"

Keefe had to laugh at that. "Alright, I'll grab my stuff and text my parents."

As they parted ways, Sophie pulled Keefe into a hug. "Be careful," she murmured to him.

"I will. You too."

"Bye," she whispered before kissing his cheek. She leaned to the side and waved goodbye to Fitz, then started the walk to where her parents were waiting.

#this is very loosely based on the time during softball practice they made us run ten times around the field as punishment #only a few people screwed up #i drank a lot of water before hand and i ended up throwing up 😅#it was really hot #i got high fived by my coach #💀#he always would threaten tk make us run until we puked #i was just the one who finally did 😭#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc sophie foster #kotlc keefe sencen #sokeefe #fanfic #broken heart/Broken mind

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tariah23 · 11 months ago

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https://x.com/imlost_mp44/status/1734726462605779390?s=46&t=QiKHdDdvKoMxWGyakqTvxA

But until then they will be at each other’s throats

Tbh, If you aren’t Black or Asian then I don’t think it’s fully appropriate to comment on like, any of this, especially even mentioning “the being at each others throats,” part if I’m being honest, like. Black ppl as a whole don’t really have much of an issue with anyone else, it’s usually just the other way around really and for the most part, we accept everyone (sometimes to a fault,) into our space and culture. Just as long as it’s not appropriative or making fun of us then it’s like, what can you do? There will always be conversations needed to be had in order to build some kind of common ground between poc but yeah.

#black ppl can’t stop non blacks from getting locks and using a blaccent/aave or this and that but hey what can you do #rambling #tkf replies #I don’t want be put on the spot to talk about race stuff like this tbh it’s a bit 😭#anonymous #the video itself was whatever like I’ll roll my eyes because the dude probably wanted locks because he thinks black ppl look cool or he #might listen to like chief keef or whatever tf but it’s whatver like at this point my bare minimum for cultural appropriation of black folk #is to at least talk to black ppl (like do these ppl ever have any black friends or ppl they hang around before they do all of this….. not #really so it’s a bit…. odd most of the time but whatever)#they watch a few rap videos and think that is how every black person in the world must be #like just as long as they aren’t saying the n word and using aave then I can look the other way I guess I don’t have the energy #to focus on stuff like then otherwise #it’s already a hopeless and losing battle at this point but just as long as other ppl remember that black people aren’t just their silly #little makeup and fashion trend that they can slap on at any moment when they want to look cool #and that we are people with a vast amount of culture that should be respected than alright #I learned in the comments of that post that there is also a huge chicano subculture in Jp as well #the Japanese girls dress up as latina’s and everyone’s obsessed with lowriders so that’s something #that’s…. something………#regardless of how it starts it’s always nice to see people want to learn about how other people live #their lives their culture their everything #the world can be reset tomorrow and I bet you 1 million bucks that after a couple of millions of years #there would still be cultures shared and expanded upon between ppl wanting to learn grow love and share are innate to us as humans

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litrallymad · 2 years ago

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babygirl doing babygirl things

#keith kogane #vld keith #voltron #keith voltron #vld fanart #hes so babygirl #babygirliest babygirl #also #my back is fucking killing me #no joke i feel like i aged 10 years drawing this because i was hunched over so much #babygirl #still gotta figure out how to keep a consistent art style drawing keith tbh #but its always fun to draw him #love u keef #good night

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tismeandmylife · 7 months ago

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DAMN

Anson Seabra is SO Keefe Sencen coded

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ahoyimlosingmymind · 4 months ago

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i think about that scene in the healing center at least 20x's a day

One of my favorite things about unlocked is seeing how broken keefe and Fitz’s relationship has become. Because yes, in the healing center scene, fitz is just trying to help and keefe is being extremely difficult, and while most of that can be chalked up to the fact that he just went through, like, insane trauma and is less okay than he’s ever been in the series (which is saying something), his narration explicitly cares more about Sophie’s feelings than Fitz’s.

Add this onto the list of things that make keefe interesting to me I suppose

#my annoyance with Keefe always comes back to points like these #meaning: I agree with you that these more sucky traits of his make him more interesting #but I will forever be upset by the fact that he's rarely the one put into the 'bad light' in the way Shannon writes it #idk\#keefe sencen #Fitz vacker

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cvnntagious · 3 months ago

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Have My Baby | C. Sturniolo

"Where'd you come from, with all these statements? / Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby." -Chief Keef

pairing : Toxic!Chris x Fem!Reader

Summary : When a sweet date night with your boyfriend turns into arguing in the restaurant, Chris wants to let you know he still loves you, even though he doesn't act like it most of the time.

Warnings : use of y/n, mentions of cheating, arguing, swearing, use of bitch in a derogatory way, lowkey angst??, manipulation, smut, p in v, riding, talk of breeding, pet names (baby, princess, ma), 18+

authors note : please don't point out how i keep posting everything BUT the requests i've gotten… i also made a bot for this so enjoy

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

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The fancy restaurant you sat in buzzed with chatter, lit with only the dim, warm lighting of the expensive glass-beaded chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. Chris set his menu down with a small, content sigh, smiling at you as he looked into your eyes. "Know that I want," He said simply, placing his hands in front of him on top of the menu, "You?"

You looked up from the menu, matching your boyfriends smile. "What're you getting?" You asked him before setting your menu down in front of you as well, still opened, "I'm a little stuck. Maybe we can share?"

The gesture could've been seen as some type of romantic 'Lady and the Tramp' scene, if it weren't for the underlying tension. You two had never been good together. The way you practically had to beg Chris for two days straight to take you out tonight said it all, and yet, you both sat disingenuously and played house day by day. Even so, all this fancy bullshit had only been enough to fool your boyfriends fans, but everyone else around you guys saw. They saw the way Chris' shitty antics affected you - How they'd caused you to vie for his attention in the same shitty ways he did yours.

There was a flicker of something you couldn't quite make out in Chris' eyes, but he maintained that same smile. "Pasta, like always. You don't like Alfredo," He answered, his tone sweet, making it so that no one around would notice the complaisant undertone like you could.

Of course he'd be like this, how stupid of you to assume he'd enjoy himself tonight. His attitude made you remember how silent he was while you got ready for your date after he finally agreed, only watching you get all dolled up while he wore his usual beanie and t-shirt. Your shoulders dropped when you caught the insincerity, eyes flicking to look at the menu once more as your smile faded. You took a minute to examine while Chris watched from across the table, opening your mouth to say something when you were ready, only to be cut off by the dinging notification on your phone.

Instantly, your head snapped to your phone not far from the menu, reaching to grab it. "Forgot to turn off my ringer." You gave him an uneasy chuckle, flipping the switch on the side of your phone.

"Who's texting you?" Chris asked, smile now gone and hands to the side of him when you looked up at him.

You sucked in a sharp breath before clicking the power button to check the contact. "My mom," You answered, hearing your phone buzz a few more times on the table.

"Seems important, you should text her back."

Hesitantly, to his wishes, you picked your phone off the table and unlocked it with your face. You clicked on messages to type a reply, feeling your phone being snatched from your hands before you could even read the texts for yourself. "Chris-"

He hummed as he read the messages, his face sour with your phone held up to it. "Baby pictures," He replied, sounding disappointed.

A huff left your mouth when you saw him going to type for you, making you reach over the table and snatch your phone from him. "The fuck?" Chris raised his voice a bit, causing people at surrounding tables to glance over.

"I'm not a cheater like you, asshole. Don't sound so down about it." You ignored the agitated charge in his tone as you tweaked your neck at him, speaking in a low tone and giving him an almost disgusted look.

Chris rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Oh please, don't be a bitch about stupid shit. I've never cheated and you know it." His tone was sassy, tongue prodding at his cheek.

The scoff that came from you was so bitter, it almost had Chris leaning over to spit the taste of it out of his mouth. "Only 'cause I caught you before you could actually meet up to fuck her." The blunt words caused a pain in his chest, though he'd never admit it. He kept his composure in front of you, not even flinching at the daggers your eyes threw at him.

He shook his head dismissively, looking up at the light fixtures above you two. "I can't stand you sometimes."

That instant click of your tongue he knew so well made Chris' eyes snap back to your face, knowing he'd really ticked you now. "Ya know what? I shouldn't have even forced you to take me out on a date for once," You stood from your seat, grabbing your belongings as calm as you could in hopes to not alert other people simply enjoying their meals, "I knew it was too much for you to handle. Especially in these times where you 'can't stand' me."

Chris watched with parted lips as you walked away from the table, stiletto heels clacking against the marble floors. You thanked the hostess, letting her know you wouldn't be dining here tonight in a sweet tone before turning to the door. It took a moment, but eventually Chris snapped back into reality, rushing out of the doors to catch up to you.

You already had your hand on the door handle of your car when he finally caught sight of you again, making him sigh in relief that you hadn't already taken off. Your eyes met his when he made it to the tail of your car, sighing before opening the front door. "Get in, you scrub," You demanded in fed up exasperation as you slid into the drivers seat.

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The ride home had been silent, and it was no different for the walk into your house. You hung your purse up on the hooks nailed by the door, Chris walking past you and stopping at the bottom step with his hands in his pockets. Why didn't you just take him home and go back to your place? You hadn't a clue. You really had no intentions of talking things out— at least not tonight.

There were many things you didn't have a clue about. Like why you hadn't left him back when you guys were seventeen, when he'd hid you and played with your feelings all the way up until he realized he could brag about you when he started doing YouTube. You could've really put your foot down when you guys were eighteen and he'd told you he could never love you. You should've told him to fuck off back when you were nineteen and caught him practically sexting multiple other girls for the first time. But now he's twenty, all rich and famous, dragging you out to LA with him and his brothers, and he doesn't even feel the need to show any sort of appreciation for everything you do for him.

"You look gorgeous," He mumbled as you walked past him, making your way up his stairs with tall heels on, to which he wrapped an arm around your waist from behind to guide you.

The stinging from you swatting him away from you was nothing compared to the stinging way you'd walked out of the date you so desperately pleaded with him for because he couldn't manage one peaceful night with his girlfriend. "I don't need your help." You placed your hand on the wall as you picked up your pace to walk a few steps ahead of him.

Chris sighed, slowly but surely trailing behind you. By the time you'd made it to the stairwell leading down to his room, he'd just made it to the top of the stairs at the entrance, searching your irritated face as you rounded the corner. His pace picked up significantly when he saw you take the first step down without even thinking to take your shoes off, afraid you'd fall or something. He grabbed you again, this time hooking your arm on his. "Please," He said gently, not wanting you to push him away this time.

Again, you huffed, reluctantly allowing him to guide you down the stairs like he was some gentleman, though you knew he wasn't. "I'm so tired of you." You started, unable to help yourself. You were just so frustrated with him all the time.

His eyes on the ground, Chris licked his lips at your words, genuinely ashamed of himself for tonight. "I know, baby," He assured you, surprising you when his words came out remorseful, "I know."

"Don't 'baby' me, you ruin everything," You continued on, ranting out of a mix of sadness and anger. "What am I? Just some girl you flaunt to a camera as if you're some awesome, amazing boyfriend?"

He looked up at you, eyes drooping like a child being scolded as he opened his bedroom door for you. "I love you." He simply replied as he let go of you, voice barely above a whisper.

You walked into his room freely, finally taking your shoes off. "Every time you start some stupid 'I love you' shit, I physically cringe," You began an almost entirely new rant, Chris grabbing your heels from your hands to set them neatly aside as he listened intently, "Because, fuck, I love you, but I'll never ever believe you feel the same after what you said to me years ago."

"So was I. And now what? You're gonna say you didn't mean it?" You cut him off, "Even freshly eighteen, I'd never say some stupid shit like that to put you down, whether I meant it or not."

Chris hummed as he turned back to you, "I was young-"

"So was I. And now what? You're gonna say you didn't mean it?" You cut him off, "Even freshly eighteen, I'd never say some stupid shit like that to put you down, whether I meant it or not."

"You don't understand," He took a few steps closer, "Y/n, I'd do anything for you."

You crossed your arms as you looked at him, not buying it. "Oh, I'm sure you would, Christopher."

The sigh he let out at your sarcasm actually caused you to snap out of your angry haze for a moment, feeling a bit sorry for him for some reason. Of course, he had this chewing out coming for quite some time now, but you'd never expected yourself to be so blunt about everything out of nowhere. "you're just so much better than me," He said in a defeated tone, features soft as he looked you up and down.

At any other given moment, he would've said that in such a condescending tone, but it was almost as if he didn't have it in him to pick and egg on the argument like normal. "I want nothing than to spend the rest of my life with you," He breathed, stepping closer to wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Chris, what're you-"

He cut you off with a kiss, much more gentle than any kiss you'd ever gotten from him before. His fingers made his way up to underneath your chin, lifting it to move the kiss from your lips to underneath your jaw. "We could do so much together," He picked up his head, hands sliding under your cute, flowey shirt, "We should've done so much more together by now."

You looked at him with a confused expression, like you were unsure of if he was being serious or not. "I wanna start a family with you," He punctuated his words with kisses down your neck, "And get married. All that sappy shit."

"You're such a fake," You replied as he gently pushed you down on his bed. This, like other times, had to be some sort of manipulation to keep you from leaving, and deep down you knew it. Yet, for some reason, you always ended up letting him have his way with you. Of course, the sex was good, but was it good enough to endure the torture of Chris Sturniolo himself?

Even so, when your boyfriend crawled on his bed to attach his lips to yours from above you, you opened your legs for him to slip himself between. Chris groaned when you reached your hand around his neck to play with the tufts of hair just at the base of his skull, ultimately pulling his kiss in deeper. "A fake?" He feigned offense, "You have no idea how i really see you."

"A little hard when you claim to hate me." You forced out a chuckle, shifting uncomfortablely benath your boyfriend.

Chris sucked in through his nose. "Don't be like that," He breathed before allowing his head to dip just under your chin, peppering kisses along your exposed collarbone.

You rolled your eyes, chin subconsciously lifting to give him better access. His motions only served to dampen your panties. Your hand rose to fall into his soft curls, massaging tenderly at his scalp. Chris groaned at the contact, lips exploring your body in slothish motions. He was in no rush.

Finally, he lifted his head again, kissing you so quick and gently that it'd almost felt like he caressed your lips with his. He wasted no time in sitting up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap in that same motion. "Healthy or not, I could do this every day," He said softly, reaching up to brush his thumb over your cheek, "And this-" He didn't finish his sentence, hands roaming down the fabric of your dress in admiration.

He was so right— The problem is that this wasn't healthy. But fuck did you guys know how to forgive each other, with as much as you knew how to get on each others nerves. You exhaled softly at his words, somehow feeling content by them. Your arms wrapped around his neck, resting on his shoulders, "Sad to say I could too."

"I know."

With that, he grabbed your ass and lifted it from his lap, then letting go to unbuckle his jeans. He pulled them and his boxers down simultaneously, freeing the erection you hadn't even yet noticed. He wasn't interested in fully undressing himself, and he wasn't interested in undressing you at all. With how sexy you looked all dressed up for your guys' date? There was no way in hell. He reached to bunch your dress up at your waist, fingers dipping to press against the wet spot on the fabric of your panties. "Perfect, you can't resist me," He hummed out, lifting you over his aching cock.

"I can," You tried to fight back, only for your argument to be diminished by the way he ran his tip through your folds, eliciting a whimper from you.

You practically broke down on top of him, your legs on either side of his as you held onto his shoulders for support. He allowed the head of his cock to tease your aching clit and dripping entrance to no end, making you unable to hold back the pants the soft caressing on it forced out of you with your face now buried in his neck. "Chris," You whined, causing him to chuckle.

His hand let go of the base of his dick, gripping your hips to plop you down onto him with a hiss. You yelped at the way he'd filled you up so quickly, trembling a bit in his grasp. "Stay still, okay ma? G'na fuck a baby into you," He demanded, voice gruff with lust, "You'll know I'm fa'real then."

At that, he began thrusting into you, agonizingly slow as he sucked in through his perfectly straight teeth. You looked down between your bodies, lips parting to let out more sporadic pants of pleasure. Impatience took over him, beginning to thrust into you at a faster and rougher pace. By then, full moans escaped your lips, unable to contain them as he fucked you so good.

He grunted as your jaw went slack, his pace almost animalistic. He was never one for wasting time. He needed to cum. What other way would you carry his child if not for him shooting his warm seed into you? Surely your favorite panties would be soiled by the end of this, and you'd be lucky to keep your dress nice.

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semataryyyy · 10 months ago

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My Lyrics For Fuck The World Ft Hackle & Chief Keef

Fun Mound Fact: this was The first Song I Ever tried Fully freestyling Off the Dome was Recorded in 2 takes for Zac Ftp’s FTP RECORDS, Didn’t even Kno he was Gonna get sosa on It When i Recorded It in Feb or march 2023 ,, Proud of the Raw energy

really Proud of this Song One of my All time top life Moments to work With one of My Biggest Inspirations Ever. Thank U 2 Everyone who Supports Me & My Haunted Mound Boys

LYRICS:

Fuck the World Fuck the Population!

Them Haunted mound Boys pull up They gon Getcha

I rock True Religion but I don’t Fuck w No God

look at my Wrist Watch 💎 i’m pissed Off and i’m blinged up i got big sticks and i’m mounted up & The worlds gone so i’m Turnin up

Fuck it All I’m turnin Upppp

FTP mound Turnin up !!

Smokin on This fuckin rot

Ride arojnd still Fuck The Law

I’m the King of the Graveyard

Fuck The Population

Howdy Parter Keep My name Out Ya mouth!!!

For we have them Guyys Run up In ya House *RIP CAPO*

shawty say she wanna die Up in my whip

I’m w my Mound boys I’m creepin Out da Crypt

if i told you I loved you bitch I was High as Fuck

Ion listen 2 Her cus That bitch Dumb as Fuck

I brought a mother fucking spiked bat to the club

Mother fucker I buss Ya head swing and Duck!!

Ridin hearse Thang W my Iced Out brietling DANG!

Oxy Got me tearin Off My skin God DANG!

It’s always Ftp Cus Ion care About No thang

Ride off Hate & Gasoline What da Fuck U Mean?

fuck ya racks I burn em up

fuck your life i’ll shoot it up

cancer smoke i huff and puff

and light the fuse it blow ya up

we don’t like you mother fuckers you can kick rocks

i thought you knew it’s fuck the population

FTP FTP FTP FTP FTP

FUCK THE WHOLE WORLD & EVERYBODY IN IT

FTP FTP FTP FTP FTP

FUCK THE WHOLE WORLD & EVERYBODY IN IT

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monthly-raining · 2 months ago

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characters as adults

i sometimes throw up in my mouth thinking about my old art style im so much happier and expressive except i havent figured out how to add color lmaooooo

im thinking these are everyone in their early 30s

i think sophie would become a keeper... bc its literally in the series title... maybe emissary too? anyway i dont think shed be the happiest in her position but i think when she grows up she'll start to resemble oralie a lot. maybe some people will put two and two together but this might be eons after oralie resigns from the council and it becomes a little irrelevant at that point

sophie WILL go bald at a certain point when she has the biggest existential crisis

i dont know how to draw dex in general because i just dont have a clear image of who he is this late into the series... bc its been such a long time since book 9 and i havent preordered 9.5 yet

i think he might actually be the most successful out of everyone bc everyone seems to agree that he's a very talented technopath and he worked with the council when he was only a level three??? even if it was making sophie's circlet???? very impressive accepted into harvard 10/10

i love drawing biana shes just ugh. very gorgeous. cant tell if she'll live a celebrity life in the elven world or shed just mysteriously disappear for the longest time and have everyone speculate on what happened to the youngest vacker and she just comes back with like a billion luster book deal to write an autobiography of what she was up to and its basically her freaking out over the ugliest fashion trends ("i leave for three centuries and you guys make THIS a trending item of clothing????") bc biana will always stay biana

linh will cut her hair along with the silver tips. still do not know how the silver tip works. i love drawing her moles, i feel she just has to have a lot of them around her face. she volunteers for animal rehabilitation. she gives free seminars for young hydrokinetics to teach them how to control their abilities. what a woman

im the iffiest with his rendition but he probably grew out the silver tips with his sister and he toggles between keeping his bangs out of his face and keeping it down

weirdly, i think hed be a teacher of some sorts. maybe tutor for 5-10 year olds? i feel like hed be good with small kids

they get their ears pierced together. keefe's a little sadder as an adult. he also grew out his hair

fitz hasn't changed his style much

not sure why keefe is sad. i feel like the older he got in the series, the more sadder he got. it makes sense-- id be sad too. later on, he'll be happy again but i think seeing how long an elven lifespan is theyre probably still considered babies. he has time to figure it out

it'd be really nice if fitz became an author or journalist. i think alden should quit his job as emissary and write an autobiography. i think all the vackers should start journaling and not join evil organizations as a mode of therapy.

#kotlc #kotlc fanart #biana vacker #fitz vacker #linh song #sophie foster #tam song #dex dizznee #kotlc sophie #kotlc tam #kotlc dex #kotlc linh #kotlc fitz #kotlc biana #keefe sencen #kotlc keefe #kotlc thoughts #kotlc fandom

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