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#keepers of the lost cities
toomanybreadsticks · 5 months
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the tumblr euphoria of accidentally rediscovering old fandoms that had little me foaming at the mouth
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little-blurry-stars5 · 4 months
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i have been thinking about this for weeks and i NEED to put i somewhere ok
sophie foster is not a well written character.
for one, she grew up with humans for over half her life, and she was a mindreader. violence makes her nauseous my ass. she grew up in the USA, the holder of the highest number of suicides and (as of now) school shootings. these def weren't as common then as they are now (shes a 2000-2012 kid fight me) but still. also, i hate this sm, why is she written as innocent? she was 12 and a high school senior who could read minds. ur telling me all those high schoolers didn't have a single dirty thought? no way should she be blushing at js the thought of sum1 liking her. she probs saw horrors unlike any others in those highschooler's minds.
shannon barely conveys that sophie was raised by humans other than her seprate world veiws and unknowingness of the elven world. where's the slang? the random movie quotes? the being shocked at random, tiny things? where's her human culture? its all missing. and its smth that grates on my nerves.
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anyo1 · 10 months
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Just started a new book! So pls, no spoilers as I haven't finished yet.
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They're ready to fight the Neverseen with their cool human clothes (and Sophie's hair color is a disaster)
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y'all I did something
I may or may not have rewritten the entire first book of keepers of the lost cities, fixing a few things, and adding the gang actually hanging out and stuff. It does have an OC as one of the main characters, and it's split-perspective between her and Sophie, but I really think it's pretty okay. The plot is mostly the same, just with a few changes. I don't know, I love the books but Shannon never really gave them time to actually be kids before all the chaos started.
Mostly I just wanted an excuse to have the gang actually being kids?
Anyways, reblog/comment if you would be interested in reading so I know if it even makes sense to post it.
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twinklewinklicous · 5 months
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what if tam has those dimples under his eyes when he smiles and that’s why he doesn’t smile that much
Keefe: Hey Linh wassuppp
Linh: spit it out
Keefe: why does tam never smile
Linh: Ohh! Just because he has these dimples under his ey-
Tam: UHHUHJHKBKJXSAQBHJKXQDSBHUICQYBUIGGQCSDIYUQEDYUIVFEWYVUEV
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artnerdsrule · 6 months
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Take a photo,
It'll last longer.
I actually finished something.
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sanctuary-official · 2 months
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she endagers on my species till i extinct :(
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hopeless-venus · 1 year
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She!!!
I love her sm yall don’t even know
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butterfliesareamyth · 10 months
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6000 years old Sophie Foster noticing that she has pointy ears now. (Sorry for the bad quality of the picture)
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keefe-heslege · 1 year
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:)
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little-blurry-stars5 · 3 months
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i need sophie to go feral. i neeeeeeeeed it. let her burn down the world, let her say fuck, let her attack everything and everyone that ever hurt her, let her stab someone, LET SOPHIE GO FERAL
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thebestbookshelf · 9 months
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Art alert (yay alliteration)
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pippa-fitz-amobi · 7 months
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fearless is so sokeefe coded
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Keepers of the Lost Cities Chapter 1
Here it is folks. The beginning. I really really hope this goes well ;-;.
UPDATE: I'm dropping the link to the fic on google docs so I don't abuse Tumblr :)
UPDATE UPDATE: We're up to chapter 6! Once we get to chapter 10, I might attempt to draw something. Sidenote, I might actually cry if someone made fan art of my oc or any of the 'bonus scenes' I add into the book.
UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE: Y'all, we're at chapter 8 now. I might randomly post two chapters in a day, depending on the length of the chapters.
KOTLC BOOK REWRITE!!
Chapter 1
Sophie
“Miss Foster!” Mr. Sweeney’s nasal voice cut through Sophie’s blaring music as he yanked her earbuds out by the cords. “Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?”
Sophie forced her eyes open. She tried not to wince as the bright fluorescents reflected off the unnecessarily vivid blue walls of the museum, amplifying the throbbing headache she was hiding.
“No, Mr. Sweeney,” she mumbled, shrinking under the glares of her now staring classmates. She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair around her face, wishing she could hide behind it. 
This was exactly the kind of attention she went out of her way to avoid. Why she wore dull colors and lurked in the back, blocked by the other kids who were at least a foot taller than her. 
It was the only way to survive as a twelve-year-old high school senior. 
“Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along?” Mr. Sweeney held up her earbuds like they were evidence in a crime. 
Although to him, they probably were. 
He’d dragged Sophie’s class to the Natural History Museum in Balboa Park, assuming his students would be excited about the all-day field trip. He didn’t seem to realize that unless the giant dinosaur replicas came to life and started eating people, no one cared. 
Sophie tugged out a loose eyelash—a nervous habit—and stared at her feet.
There was no way to make Mr. Sweeney understand why she needed the music to cancel the noise. 
He couldn’t even hear the noise. 
Chatter from dozens of tourists echoed off the fossil-lined walls and splashed around the cavernous room. But their mental voices were the real problem. 
Scattered, disconnected pieces of thoughts broadcast straight into Sophie’s brain—like being in a room with hundreds of TVs blaring different shows at the same time. They sliced into her consciousness, leaving sharp pains in their wake. 
She was a freak. 
It’d been her secret—her burden—since she fell and hit her head when she was five years old. She’d tried blocking the noise. Tried ignoring it. Nothing helped. And she could never tell anyone. They wouldn’t understand. 
“Since you’ve decided you’re above this lecture, why don’t you give it?” Mr. Sweeney asked. He pointed to the enormous orange dinosaur with a duckbill in the center of the room. “Explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we’ve studied.” 
Sophie repressed a sigh as her mind flashed to an image of the information card in front of the display. She’d glanced at it when they entered the museum, and her photographic memory recorded every detail. 
As she recited the facts in a droning tone, Mr. Sweeney’s face twisted into a scowl, and she could hear her classmates’ thoughts grow increasingly sour. They weren’t exactly fans of their resident child prodigy. 
They called her Curvebuster. 
She finished her answer, and Mr. Sweeney grumbled something that sounded like “know-it-all” as he stalked off to the exhibit in the next room over. Sophie didn’t follow. 
The thin walls separating the two rooms didn’t block the noise, but they muffled it. She grabbed what little relief she could. 
“Nice job, superfreak,” Garwin Chang—a boy wearing a T-shirt that said BACK OFF! I’M GONNA FART—sneered as he shoved past her to join their classmates. “Maybe they’ll write another article about you. ‘Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.’” 
“Hah. You only wish they’d write articles about you Chang.” A short blonde walked up to Sophie’s side, tilting her head towards her. “Don’t worry about him, Soph.” 
Quinn Parker was a presence not easily ignored. She was also Sophie’s only friend.
They were both only twelve, and seniors in high school, navigating the world with strange abilities together. 
Quinn could feel what other people were feeling if she got within close proximity of them, and knowing what others were feeling was, to quote Quinn, ‘Not fun.’ 
Sophie figured that must be almost as bad as having to hear other people’s thoughts. 
She tugged out another eyelash. 
Quinn shook her head and grabbed Sophie’s wrist to stop her from pulling any more. “He’s stupid anyway.” 
“I guess.” Sophie whispered. 
“I’m serious. You’re way smarter than anyone else I know.” Quinn reassured her, not letting go until Sophie begrudgingly nodded. “Okay, well, I know you probably want some relief from your headache, so I’ll leave you be. Don’t do anything dumb.”
Sophie sighed as she saw Quinn approaching Garwin, and had a feeling that she was going to start a problem that really didn’t need to be started.  Even if Garwin really was being a jerk. 
Garwin was still bitter Yale had offered her a full scholarship while his rejection letter had arrived a few weeks before. 
Not that she was allowed to go. 
Her parents said it was too much attention, too much pressure, and she was too young. 
End of discussion. 
So she’d be attending the much closer, much smaller San Diego City College next year—a fact some annoying reporter found newsworthy enough to post in the local paper the day before—CHILD PRODIGY CHOOSES CITY COLLEGE OVER IVY LEAGUE—complete with her senior photo.
 Her parents freaked when they found it. “Freaked” wasn’t even a strong enough word. More than half their rules were to help Sophie “avoid unnecessary attention.” Front-page articles were pretty much their worst nightmare. They’d even called the newspaper to complain. 
The editor had seemed almost as unhappy as they were. 
The story was run in place of an article on the arsonist terrorizing the city—and they were still trying to figure out how the mistake had happened. Bizarre fires with white-hot flames and smoke that smelled like burnt sugar took priority over everything. Especially a story about an unimportant little girl most people went out of their way to ignore. 
Or, they used to at least. 
Across the museum, Sophie caught sight of a tall, dark-haired, sepia-skinned, boy reading yesterday’s newspaper with the embarrassing black-and-white photo of her on the front. Then he looked up and stared straight at her. She’d never seen eyes that particular shade of blue before—teal, like the smooth pieces of sea glass she’d found on the beach—and they were so bright they glittered. 
Something flickered across his expression when he caught her gaze. Disappointment? Before she could decide what to make of it, he shrugged off the display he’d been leaning against and closed the distance between them. The smile he flashed belonged on a movie screen, and Sophie’s heart did a weird fluttery thing. 
“Is this you?” he asked, pointing to the picture. Sophie nodded, feeling tongue-tied. He was probably fifteen, and by far the cutest boy she’d ever seen, so why was he talking to her? 
“I thought so.” He squinted at the picture, then back at her. “I didn’t realize your eyes were brown.” 
“Uh . . . yeah,” she said, not sure what to say. “Why?” 
He shrugged. “No reason.” 
Something felt off about the conversation, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. And she couldn’t place his accent. Kind of British, but different somehow. Crisper? Which bothered her—but she didn’t know why. 
“Are you in this class?” she asked, wishing she could suck the words back as soon as they left her mouth. Of course he wasn’t in her class. She’d never seen him before. She wasn’t used to talking to boys—especially cute boys—and it made her brain a little mushy.  
His perfect smile returned as he told her, “No.” Then he pointed to the hulking greenish figure they were standing in front of. An Albertosaurus, in all its giant, lizardesque glory. “Tell me something. Do you really think that’s what they looked like? It’s a little absurd, isn’t it?” 
“Not really,” Sophie said, trying to see what he saw. It looked like a small T. rex: big mouth, sharp teeth, ridiculously short arms. Seemed fine to her. “Why? What do you think they looked like?” 
He laughed. “Never mind. I’ll let you get back to your class. It was nice to meet you, Sophie.” He turned to leave just as two classes of kindergartners barreled into the fossil exhibit. 
The crushing wave of screaming voices was enough to knock Sophie back a step. But their mental voices were a whole other realm of pain. Kids’ thoughts were stinging, high-pitched needles—and so many at once was like an angry porcupine attacking her brain. 
So much for relief… 
 Sophie closed her eyes as her hands darted to her head, rubbing her temples to ease the stabbings in her skull. Then she remembered she wasn’t alone. 
She glanced around to see if anyone noticed her reaction and locked eyes with the boy. His hands were at his forehead, and his face wore the same pained expression she imagined she’d had only a few seconds before. 
“Did you just . . . hear that?” he asked, his voice hushed. 
She physically felt the blood drain from her face. 
He couldn’t mean . . . It had to be the screaming kids. They created plenty of racket on their own. Shrieks and squeals and giggles, plus sixty or so individual voices chattering away. 
Voices. 
She gasped and took another step back as her brain solved her earlier problem. 
She could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room. But she couldn’t hear the boy’s distinct, accented voice unless he was speaking. His mind was totally and completely silent. 
That had only happened with one other person.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
 His eyes widened. “You did—didn’t you?” He moved closer, leaning in to whisper. “Are you a Telepath?” 
She flinched. 
The word made her skin itch. And her reaction gave her away.
 “You are! I can’t believe it,” he whispered. 
Sophie backed toward the exit. She wasn’t about to reveal her secret to a total stranger. It had taken her months- no- years to trust Quinn enough to tell her. 
“It’s okay,” he said, holding out his hands as he moved closer, like she was some sort of wild animal he was trying to calm. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m one too.” 
Sophie froze. 
“My name’s Fitz,” he added, stepping closer still. 
Fitz? What kind of a name was Fitz? 
She studied his face, searching for some sign that this was all part of a joke. 
“I’m not joking,” he said, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. 
Maybe he did.
She wobbled on her feet. She’d spent the past seven years wishing she could find someone else like her —someone who could do what she could. Now that she’d found him, she felt like the world had tilted sideways. 
He grabbed her arms to steady her. “It’s okay, Sophie. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for twelve years.” 
Twelve years? And what did he mean by “we”? Better question: What did he want with her? 
The walls closed in and the room started to spin. Air. She needed air. She jerked away and bolted through the museum, running straight into Quinn. 
“Soph? You okay? What’s wrong?” 
Great.  
Sophie couldn’t respond. She just ran, ignoring Quinn’s shouting for her to come back. 
Sophie shot out of the museum’s ginormous doors, nearly tripping in the process. She sucked in giant breaths as she ran down the stairs in front of the museum. The smoke from the fires burned her lungs and white bits of ash flew in her face, but she ignored them. She wanted as much space between her and the strange boy as possible. 
“Sophie, come back!” Fitz shouted behind her. 
She picked up her pace as she raced through the courtyard at the base of the steps, past the wide fountain and over the grassy knolls to the sidewalk. No one got in her way—everyone was inside because of the poor air quality. But she could still hear his footsteps gaining on her. 
“Wait,” Fitz called. “You don’t have to be afraid.” 
She ignored him, pouring all her energy into her sprint and fighting the urge to glance over her shoulder to see how far back he was. 
She made it halfway through a crosswalk before she heard Quinn’s terrified voice calling her name.
 The sound of screeching tires reminded her she hadn’t looked both ways. Her head turned and she locked eyes with a terrified driver struggling to stop his car before it plowed right over her. 
She was going to die.
And there ya go folks. Consider yourselves fed. No but fr I accept all criticism (unless you're being a douche) and I love knowing other people's opinions. (Please tell me if it sucks :)) One thing I forgot to mention is that I moved up the timing a bit, mostly so we could have newer music and a Nintendo switch in the fic. (I wanted the gang to play Mario kart don't come for me.) So right now the current timing is September of 2017.
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