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stardustanddaffodils · 3 years

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Make Your Move

@sophitz-week day 1: academic rivals

Notes: I will admit, this follows the prompt very loosely. Also I definitely got at least part of this idea from somewhere else but I have no clue where (another fanfic maybe?? I have no idea) so... keep that in mind I guess, and if you know where it might be from you can let me know? This has not been edited, but it is what it is :) Oh, and it’s a highschool au/human au!

Relationships: pre-romantic Sophitz, platonic Sophie and Marella, background romantic Keefex

Word count: 2193

Warnings: food, I don’t think there’s anything else but please let me know if I missed something!

“Marella, I have a dilemma.” Sophie wastes no time in flopping dramatically into the seat next to her best friend. The clatter of her lunch tray against the table merges with the cacophony of their cafeteria, always overwhelmingly noisy. Marella doesn’t bat an eyelash, taking a long sip from her water bottle before letting out a tremendous belch.

“What’s wrong this time?” she deadpans, twirling a strand of her vivid red hair.

The dye is fairly recent, from only about a month ago. Marella had called Sophie one Saturday and announced that she needed a change. The next week at school, the ends of her blonde locks were dyed fire engine red. Sophie thinks it’s a good look on her.

“Fitz Vacker,” Sophie replies through a mouthful of whatever the school’s lunch is—it’s supposed to be mashed potatoes, but she isn’t convinced.

Marella snorts. “Naturally. What has the resident golden boy done this time?”

“Well, he was joking around with Keefe—”

“What else is new?”

“And they were doing that fake flirting thing that they do—”

“Is this supposed to be surprising? Sophie, this is exactly what happens every single day.”

“And Keefe pretended to ask Fitz out—he better have been pretending, anyway, if I find out he’s cheating on my cousin I’ll kill him—”

Marella raises her eyebrows. “Ooh, I see, go on.”

“And Fitz said he would only date someone who could beat him in a game of chess!” Sophie finishes in a rush before Marella can interject again. She meets her friend’s eyes, expecting sympathy at the very least. What she definitely does not expect is the unadulterated glee radiating from Marella’s intense gaze.

“Sophie, this is perfect!” Marella exclaims, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her a little bit.

“Wh—how is this perfect?”

“Because now you have an easy way to ask him out! You challenge him to a chess game, you win, you ask him out. Boom. You two start dating, and I don’t have to listen to you rant about his ‘gorgeous eyes’ again.”

Marella looks confused by the way Sophie is vigorously shaking her head. Sophie can’t imagine why.

“Are you kidding me? Marella, this is not perfect! This is the exact opposite of perfect!”

Marella’s eyebrows scrunch up the way they do when she’s thinking. “Yeah, I don’t see the problem.”

Sophie groans, faceplanting onto the table like the drama queen she usually pretends she isn’t. “The problem is that this is Fitz Vacker! I could never beat him in a game of chess—I doubt I’d even make it two moves.”

Though she isn’t looking up, Sophie can practically see the massive eye roll Marella is sending her way. “Okay, first of all, I don’t think it’s possible to win in two moves—”

“I bet Fitz would find some way to do it,” Sophie mutters. Marella ignores her.

“And secondly, you’re Sophie Foster! You and Fitz are like the smartest people in the school.”

“He’s smarter,” Sophie says, trying to pretend the slight bitterness in her voice isn’t there. “He beat me at that spelling bee, remember?”

“Yes, and you beat him at that math competition! If there’s anyone who can take on Fitz Vacker in a game of chess, it’s you.”

“But I’m terrible at chess!”

When Sophie looks up, Marella’s expression is made of pure skepticism. “Is this ‘oh boo hoo I got a 95 in geometry’ terrible or actually terrible?”

“First of all, that was one time! And… okay, I’m probably not as bad as I made it sound, but I’m definitely not good.”

Marella’s face split into the most devious grin Sophie has ever seen. “Well then, we’ll just have to work on it.”

When Marella gets that expression, there’s no arguing with her and Sophie knows it. With a sigh of defeat she grumbles, “You know, for someone who’s aromantic, you really enjoy playing matchmaker.”

Marella lets out a victorious cackle.

Marella is dead serious and Sophie does not know how to feel about it. By the end of the day she has downloaded at least four apps for playing chess with a computer (“So you can see which is best,” Marella had explained when Sophie had questioned the number) and Marella has invited herself and Dex over to help Sophie practice. After school, Sophie climbs into the car with apprehension and something she refuses to call excitement pooling in her stomach. Marella and Dex file into the backseat, only pausing their bickering to greet Sophie’s dad. Sophie doesn’t have the slightest clue what they’re talking about, and she knows her friends well enough to know that it’s not worth it to ask.

“So, how was your day?” Grady, Sophie’s dad, asks as she places her backpack at her feet.

“Well, I have a biology quiz coming up,” she replies. “And Marella has decided that I need to get better at chess.” Sophie conveniently doesn’t tell him the reason behind Marella’s new insistence.

Grady raises an eyebrow. “Really? Well, let me know if you want to play together sometime. I used to be quite the chess champion back in my day, I’d love to see if I’m still as sharp as I used to be.”

Sophie giggles. Grady looks like he’s about to say something, most likely a joke that Sophie will pretend to hate but will secretly find funny, but his next sentence is drowned out by Marella and Dex’s squabble reaching a peak in volume. Father and daughter flinch in tandem at the noise, look at each other, and erupt into laughter.

The next few weeks pass by in a blur filled with playing chess with Grady and Dex, struggling through an endless supply of schoolwork, conversing with Marella, and bantering with a certain Fitz Vacker. The two of them have been preparing for an upcoming science competition together. Sophie isn’t sure if the increased time spent together is a good thing or just another way for her to make a fool of herself. Marella insists it’s definitely a good thing, but Sophie’s not so sure. So far, she’s managed to knock over all of their flashcards multiple times—the two spent at least half an hour trying to gather up and restack all of the cards.

Still, Sophie has to admit that Marella might be right when she thinks about all the little smiles and playful teasing the two have shared. She’s enjoyed being able to spend time with just the two of them. Over the past few weeks, Fitz Vacker has stopped feeling less like someone to idolize and more like a classmate—a friend, even. It makes the idea of asking him out feel somehow easier and more frightening at the same time.

Sophie mulls this over as she stands at the side of the Vacker’s vast sitting room. Biana Vacker is having a birthday party and, true to her usual fashion, she’s made the event as extravagant as possible. Sophie isn’t usually one for extravagance or big parties or much of anything like that, really, so she’s spent the entire time in a corner, occasionally venturing to the refreshments table before retreating back to her place at the outskirts of the chaos. She’s just finished a cup of lemonade and is debating if it’s worth going to get some more when someone bumps into her.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” a familiar voice frets, sending the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy.

“It’s alright,” Sophie says with what she hopes is an easy smile, praying her face isn’t as red as it feels. “Parties not really your thing?”

“Not really,” Fitz admits with a slight smile. “I’m not a huge fan of the noise… or the people… or the attention….”

Sophie hadn’t expected that from him. If there’s one thing she knows, Fitz Vacker is always in the spotlight, from the numerous academic competitions he’s come out on top of to his athletic prowess to his family’s general popularity. Sophie’s had her fair share of moments in the limelight too, from her various academic achievements to the way she somehow always manages to make a fool of herself in front of the entire school. It’s not a feeling she enjoys very much, if she’s being honest. There’s always too much pressure to perform well, to achieve what everyone wants her to achieve, to be more than just another girl trying to survive highschool.

Somehow, she hadn’t considered the possibility that Fitz Vacker might feel the same way.

“Don’t you usually run off with Keefe?” she asks, falling easily into the comfort of his company. Fitz smirks.

“Keefe is… otherwise occupied.”

Sophie follows his gaze across the room to where Keefe and Dex stand, practically fused at the hip. She turns back to Fitz with a small chuckle. “I see.”

Fitz gives a smile that’s slightly strained, flinching as a group of Biana’s friends move past, talking loudly. “Yeah.”

He’s clearly uncomfortable, and the noise and commotion is starting to get to Sophie as well. On impulse, she grabs his hand. “Wanna get out of here?”

There’s no mistaking the relief that overtakes Fitz’s features. “Absolutely.”

Sophie lets him lead her away from the party and into what she thinks is the living room. The space is blissfully calm, empty of decor save for a few pictures on the walls and sofas set up around a coffee table with a chess board on it. Sophie tries to ignore the way her heart speeds up at the sight of the white and black checkers. All the preparation from the last week, the time spent with Fitz, the borderline exasperated pep talks from Marella—all of the pieces have fallen into place. It’s Sophie’s move, and this is the best opportunity she’s going to get for a while.

She jerks her head towards the board in her best attempt at nonchalance. “Wanna play?”

Fitz smiles the first genuine smile she’s seen from him all evening, taking a seat at the black end of the chessboard. “Absolutely.”

The game lasts for hours, and Sophie doesn’t think she’s ever played such an intense game of chess. A part of her brain chants that her entire future is riding on this—okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but it certainly feels like it. But for the most part, she tunes out everything except the board before her and the boy at the other end of it and lets herself play.

After an eternity of strategizing and playing and capturing pieces and getting captured, Sophie slides her bishop triumphantly across the board. “Check.”

Fitz moves his king to safety by castling, and the game continues. Sophie pushes her pawn across the board until it reaches the other end and becomes a queen, and Fitz captures another pawn and her bishop.

A black rook slides across the board. “Check. Well, Sophie? Make your move.”

Somehow, it feels like he isn’t only talking about the chess game.

Sophie slides her king backwards, and Fitz captures one of her queens

Sophie’s fingers guide her pawn to his rook, removing the piece from the playing field. Fitz’s expression is one of pure concentration as he stares at the board, eventually letting his lips form a slow smile.

Precise fingers move a black knight across the board. “Checkmate.”

Sophie scans the board for a way out. Then she looks again, then looks a third time. Finally, admitting defeat, Sophie holds out her hand and Fitz shakes it.

“Good game.” He grins, flashing the same adorable smile that she’s fallen for. “That was one of the best games of chess I’ve had in a while. Well played.”

“Same to you,” Sophie replies weakly.

“We should play again sometime,” Fitz says as though he can’t sense the way everything inside of her is screaming, conflicting choruses of I failed! and No harm in trying! and Help why is he smiling at me like that? cycling through her head. “Who knows—you just might beat me.”

Sophie steels herself. She’d promised Marella that one way or another, she’d ask him out after they played a game.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Marella had argued. “Yeah, you might get rejected, but it’s not the worst thing in the world. Besides, your entire source for this whole chess thing was something Fitz said when he was joking around with Keefe. Just go for it, Sophie. You have everything to gain and, realistically speaking, nothing to lose.”

“I just might. And, uh, speaking of next time…” Sophie blurts. Too late to go back now.

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if you might want to go out with me sometime? There’s an ice cream shop in town that just opened, we could go there….” Sophie trails off, eyes fixed on the floor. She’s not sure if she wants to see Fitz’s expression right now.

Fitz’s hand wraps around hers. “Sophie Foster, are you asking me out on a date?”

“Uh—maybe? That is, yeah. Um. Yes, I am.”

Fitz tilts her chin up until she’s looking him straight in the eye, the teal gaze that she’s become so enamored with trained right on her. “I’d love that.”

Taglist (ask to be added or removed!):

@summer-waves9764 @cvey @sovereign-of-the-skittles

#sophitz week #kotlc ship weeks 2020 #sophitz #kotlc #sophie foster #marella redek #fitz vacker #dex dizznee #keeper of the lost cities #keefex #grady ruewen #thought puddles #written in the stars #make your move #making sophie and marella best friends has got to be one of the best things ive done #will definitely do that again sometime #also yes i Am spreading my aroallo marella propaganda again And What About It #and aahhhhh its been so l o n g since ive played chess this was! so fun to write about :((

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fanartofthelostcities · 3 years

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Sophitz Week: Angst

Picture this: In a hasty escape from the Neverseen, Sophie nearly fades. As soft, swirling colours pull her into their depths, she fights back, sending a mental plea to Fitz to come and find her. He arrives as soon as he can, but Sophie is already so weak. He hails Elwin, wishing on every star in the night sky that it's not too late. "Please come back to me," he whispers, cradling her body in his lap as her skin and hair slowly become more translucent.

For prompt 2 of @sophitz-week!

#i'm lowkey in love with how this piece turned out #sophitz week #kotlc ship weeks 2020 #kotlc #kotlc fanart #sophie foster #fitz vacker #sophitz #fitzphie #keeper of the lost cities #keeper of the lost cities fanart #my art

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keebler-elves · 3 years

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Sophitz Ship Week

Day Two: Fitz After the Breakup

@sophitz-week

#kotlc #sophitz #fitz vacker #sophitz week #day two #prompt 2 #angst #kotlc ship weeks 2020 #moodboard

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liz-tries-to-write · 3 years

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Sophitz Week: Angst

A/N: This is for this second prompt for Sophitz ship week! I forgot how fun it is to write angst >:)

Pairing: Sophie x Fitz

Word Count: ~1.7k

TW: blood, death

Sophie has had many near-death experiences.

Everyone knows this; she’s constantly throwing herself in the path of danger to help other people, no matter the cost. She’s at the center of it all, which means the outcome of most things depends on her. And she’s all too willing to sacrifice herself.

Fitz has had one or two himself. The one that haunts him the most was the incident with the arthropleura, and it brings back memories of vile tea and dark spiderwebs, and the sensation of being caught between life and death.

Something all these events had in common was that no matter what, everyone was okay. Mind breaks, broken bones, shadowflux; there were so many moments where someone was teetering on the edge of death. Honestly, Sophie flirted with death more than she did Fitz. But at the end of the day, she was always safe— alive.

Looking down at his tunic soaked in Sophie’s blood, Fitz wasn’t sure that this time was going to be like rest. When he had stumbled into the Healing Centre, Sophie in his arms, Bullhorn hadn't even screamed. He had simply laid down next to her, his tiny body almost as motionless as the blonde was.

Fitz remembers Sophie’s hair spread out beneath her like a halo, her eyes closed as though she were asleep, and blood, so much blood. And that’s all he remembers before he collapses and the world fades to black.

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The next week was a whirlwind of vials and bandages, flashing lights and sleepless nights. Fitz had recovered within a few days. Thanks to Elwin’s care, his injuries hadn’t been too serious.

But Sophie remained unconscious, and Fitz wasn’t sure if she was ever going to wake up.

The thought caused his chest to constrict, his emotions triggering the shadow flux and making it impossible to breathe. Once, Elwin had rushed over, thinking Fitz was injured, but there was nothing the physician could do except offer him a sedative. Everything Fitz was dealing with was happening internally, now that Sophie was on Death’s doorstep.

Sophie was strong, he knew that. And she had fought for her life many times before. But it was different this time, and Fitz wasn’t sure how to explain it, but some part of him knew this wasn’t going to have a happy ending.

Sighing, he stood up, fighting the waves of dizziness as he stood next to Sophie’s cot. She was deathly pale, the dark circles under her eyes more prominent against the ashiness of her skin. She lay almost completely immobile, her body still, her chest rising and falling ever so slightly. Her features were schooled into something neutral, and Fitz couldn't tell if it was an improvement from the shaking and twitching. At least before he had known that some part of her was aware of her body and reacting to the pain.

Fitz dared think she looked peaceful, now that the blood had been cleaned off and various parts of her body were neatly bandaged. Tentatively, he placed a shaking hand to Sophie’s temple, fearing her to be so fragile that she would break under his touch. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mind to hers.

Just like the last time he had entered her mind, it was dark and empty on the surface. He could feel her consciousness lingering, but it was fading day by day. “It’s me,” Fitz thought, tears welling up in his eyes. “Sophie, it’s me.”

Recently, it had been harder to see inside her head. He repeated it once more, putting a little more force behind his mental voice. With that, he felt her mental walls break down, flooding his mind with images. It was chaos. Fragments of battles, places, and people appeared before being lost in the sea of Sophie’s thoughts. Just like yesterday, the day before, and the day before that, it seemed as though Sophie’s mind was sifting through her life in random order. He saw Silveny and the twins, Lady Gisela in the blizzard, the Neverseen symbol on the arm of a cloak. More than once, he saw himself. In the past few days, he had seen his eyes staring back at him, through Sophie, more than he had in his lifetime of reflections in a mirror. Her mind was disorganized, and despite Sophie’s photographic memory, all of it was blurry. Everything sounded muffled, and it was hard to make out the words of conversations.

A few days ago, when Fitz had first checked her mind, Sophie had appeared to be replaying recent events. As the hours passed, more events were brought up, blending with fragments of images and memories. Faster than Fitz would like to have admitted, Sophie’s mind descended into confusion. After that, things had started to become quieter and out of focus. Now, Fitz felt helpless as he felt Sophie fade away from him, like grains of sand slipping through his fingers. Though he had tried, there was nothing he could do except watch as Sophie disappeared in front of him physically and mentally.

A voice startled his consciousness back to the real world, and Fitz turned around to see Elwin with fresh bandages in his hands. His hair was messier than usual, and instead of the usual fun ties he wore, this one was green. It was the same rich hue of the grass, of emeralds. The same rich hue elves wore in mourning.

“She’s still alive,” Fitz rasped, voice crackling from disuse. “She’s still in there.”

Elwin sighed. “I know, Fitz, I know. But barely.” He helped Fitz back to the chair before taking his place next to Sophie. Carefully, he unwrapped the old bandages. Fitz caught sight of burnt flesh and red welts before he had to look away. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Elwin disposing of the bloodied bandages. Despite his best efforts, Fitz felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes and blinked them back.

“She’s gonna be okay,” he whispered. “She has to be.” He didn't know who he was convincing more, Elwin or himself.

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“No, Sophie, no no no.” Fitz knew he was crying, but he didn’t bother to try and hide it. “Please, Sophie. You’re stronger than this.” His voice was barely a whisper, but it was all too loud in the quiet of Sophie’s fading heartbeat.

Two more weeks had passed, and Sophie hadn’t gotten better. Fitz had finally become well enough to return home, but he spent most of his time at the Healing Centre by Sophie’s side.

Inside Sophie’s head, one memory was on replay. It was dark and out of focus, and the sound was so distorted Fitz couldn’t make out the audio. But he knew the memory Sophie had latched on to. It was that day in the San Diego Natural History Museum, when Fitz had discovered Sophie for the first time. Through Sophie’s eyes he could see himself pointing at the newspaper and gesturing towards her. He saw his face when Sophie had used telekinesis on the lamp post, when he had grabbed her hand and teleported her to the Lost Cities, and when he promised to return the next day.

In Fitz’s mind, he remembered seeing Sophie for the first time. She was surrounded by classmates, though she lingered near the back of the group. Her head was down, and he could see the cords of her earbuds through the blonde hair covering half of her face. When she looked up and met his eyes, Fitz was taken aback by her eyes. They were a warm brown, and even from a distance he could see the flecks of gold in them. They were captivating and secretive, reflecting something Fitz couldn’t quite name. He realized at that moment that if this was the girl he was looking for, he was screwed. So screwed. Because she was beautiful.

And that girl, that beautiful girl, was dying right in front of him.

With every passing second, the memory in Sophie’s mind dimmed, matching the quieting of her breaths. Her chest was rising and falling so softly Fitz could barely tell she was breathing at all. Fitz sat there, watching every one of her inhales and exhales, grasping for thin threads of hope that danced just out of his reach.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

A beat, in which Sophie missed a breath and Fitz’s heart caught in his throat. Tears were falling freely now, and he intertwined his fingers with Sophie’s cold ones.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

…

Silence.

“No,” Fitz whispered. “No, no no!” His voice rose to a shout. “Elwin! Elwin!” He was yelling now, the desperation in his throat so thick he almost choked on it. “Elwin!”

Elwin came rushing into the room, his glasses askew. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Sophie,” was all Fitz managed to say.

Elwin went pale. He placed a finger on Sophie’s wrist, feeling for her pulse. He shook his head back and forth, muttering under his breath. He snapped his fingers, creating orbs of light and examining Sophie’s motionless body, his eyes glassy. Finally, he looked up, meeting Fitz’ gaze. “She’s gone,” Elwin whispered, his voice cracking on the last word.

Fitz couldn’t breathe. He felt as though someone had a hand around his ribs, crushing them. He could hear his heartbeat in his chest, its pounding filling his ears and drowning out the sounds of Elwin’s crying. Tears blurred his vision, and feeling his legs give out under him, he collapsed on the chair next to Sophie’s cot.

For a second, he was angry, angry at himself and the Neverseen and the world. She didn’t deserve what she had been through, and she didn’t deserve this ending. He felt the anger flare, threatening to consume him, but it quickly died down again, overtaken by the aching, stinging, agonizing pain and sorrow he was drowning in.

In that moment, all he wanted to hear was Sophie’s voice. He wanted to see her golden-brown eyes gazing back at him, wanted to feel the heat beneath her blushing cheeks, wanted to see her smile. But he couldn't, and he wouldn't, ever again. That girl he had fallen in love with, with her flushed cheeks and incredible mind, was gone.

Sophie Foster was gone.

tag list: @sophitz-week @steppingonshatteredglass @dragonwinnie-kotlc @enbies-and-felonies (lemme know if you wanna be added or removed <3)

#aaaah I thought I had already posted this oops #I think this is my longest oneshot ever #yay!!!!#kotlc ship weeks 2020 #sophitz week #fitzphie

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callas-starkflower-stew · 3 years

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Sophitz Week - Nature

Prompt 4 for Sophitz ship week! @sophitz-week

#kotlc ship weeks 2020 #sophitz week #fitzphie #moodboard #okay so I honestly don't make very many moodboards #but when I do I certainly don't post them #so here's to Cath and her coffeeshop au for giving me a reason to have made this an then posted it #I was really struggling to write a drabble for this so here's a moodboard instead hopey'all like it <3

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dexianaweek2020 · 3 years

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Okay, wow. So... Dexiana Week really snuck up on us, huh? Thankfully I checked to see when it started today, before it actually started.

Anyways, here you are. The long-awaited prompts!

Again, the tags are Dexiana Week 2020 (I don't care, I'm using last year, but you can use this year if you want) and Dexiana Week.

The prompts are as follows:

1. Winnowing Gala (January 5)

2. Fluff (Jan. 6)

3. Iggy-sitting (Jan. 7)

4. Inventions & Gadgets (Jan. 8)

5. Scars (Jan. 9)

6. Lab Partners (Jan. 10)

7. Getting Together (Jan. 11)

8. Elite Levels (Jan. 12)

9. Proposal/Wedding (Jan. 13)

10. Cuddles (Jan. 14)

11. Shenanigans (Jan. 15)

12. Missing Scenes (Jan. 16)

13. Slice of Life (Jan. 17)

14. Hurt/Comfort (Jan. 18)

15. Free/Catch-Up Day (Jan. 19)

#kotlc ship weeks #dexiana week #dexiana week 2020 #kotlc ship weeks 2020 #dexiana #dex x biana

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kam-week-2020 · 3 years

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Kam Week Prompts 2020

To everyone who filled out the form, thank you!!

Because of your helpful responses, this year’s prompts are.....

November 30th (Day 1): Neverseen

December 1st (Day 2): Flowers/Soulmates

December 2nd (Day 3): Pirates

December 3rd (Day 4): Winnowing Gala

December 4th (Day 5): Rain/Tears

December 5th (Day 6): Sweaters

December 6th (Day 7): Kisses

December 7th to 14th (Days 8-14): Free Week!! Feel free to catch up on any prompts you missed or post anything Kam-centered but not related to the prompts above!!

Remember to tag this blog or use #kam week 2020 in any of your works related to Kam Week, otherwise it might be hard for us to see it all and reblog it :)

Get ready, be prepared and most importantly, have fun!!

See you on November 30th!!

#kam week 2020 #kam #kotlc ship weeks 2020 #kotlc

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marellinh-week-2020 · 4 years

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The form to choose your prompts is out! Find it here!

As stated before, we’ll be choosing one or two prompts for each day that you can write or draw something for. The form will close on October 6th, 2020. Please take the time to fill it out.

Thank you!

#marellinh #marellinh week 2020 #kotlc ship weeks 2020 #mod lynn

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solinh-week · 3 years

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From what everyone submitted, it looks like July 28 through August 5th is going to be the timing for the week, with a two-day break in the middle (the 31st and the 1st) for the weekend/to catch up.

The first few prompts will be posted today!

#please let me know if this is too soon #I’ve never done this before #boost!#kotlc #solinh week #kotlc ship weeks 2020

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cadence-talle · 4 years

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Hey, everyone! We’ve been considering starting some ship weeks for ships in KOTLC.

For those who don’t know, a ship week is an event (usually a week long, although they can be longer) in which people write or draw fanworks based around a daily prompt and a certain ship. They’re a lot of fun!

So, in order to find out how many people might be interested in a ship week, I’ve made this form. Please take the time to fill it out- it’s only two questions, and could really help!

After I’ve collected all the results, I’ll post a list of ships that people want to see and other users can volunteer to run a ship week.

Thank you!

#lynn rambles #kotlc #if you can please reblog so this can spread further!#kotlc ship weeks 2020

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theogony · 3 years

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Marellinh!!!

This is going to probably going to be one of my only contributions to marellinh week 2020 lmao but anyway

yes this is a subtle way of me saying screw you to the anon who said they hate my writing - I ship whoever I want. Deal with it.

This piece is on my wattpad - it’s in my one shots book if any of you are ever interested in checking out the collection!!

Linhella - Mariage d'amour

T/W : maybe a bit of adult language? Oh and

*Shuddering*

French:) Also please ignore any inaccuracies with the piano theory as I have never touched one in my life. Sorry (T_T)

Word count ; 1783

Linh had always loved to play the piano.

The way her hands would tenderly glide over the smooth keys as the notes fluttered in the air, letting the symphony flow a few times before it would dissipate in the air, flowing over her like beams in the sunlight, carressing her ears and whispering soft lullabies that everything was alright.

But with all the sweet notes, brutal lashings would come snipping back, letting the pale, drawn out scars on her nimble fingers shiver as she relieved the lashings from the slender stick that her father would use when it wobbled on her knuckles or lay discarded on the floor as she played a jaunty tune.

Of course, that would never be a problem again, now that they'd thrown both Linh and Tam out of their house for good after they both revealed they were queer......

She shook her head, letting the foggy thoughts blow away as she moved back from the dusty clavier in the attic towards the living room of the cramped house where the Black Swan were temporarily hiding out.

"So....who will I be working with?"

Mr. Forkle vaguely shifted his hand in the direction of the people of the couch.

"Tam, and Dex from behind the scenes, Maruca can help with the force fields, and our resident pyrokinetic, Marella of course."

Linh stiffened as she suddenly felt a pair of rough hands clasp her on the shoulders as she resisted the urge to pull out an eyelash or conjure up a bunch of water animals. Her breathing quickened slightly as her heart raced ahead, letting her barely focus on the rebuke that was shouted from the confident girl who also happened to be her long time crush.

".....Aren't you pleased, Linh?"

She blinked rapidly as she turned around to face the short girl who was now puffing small fireballs and smiled happily.

"O-of C-Course Marella!"

Marella searched her face with a frown, before directing a smug grin towards the head who was now rolling his eyes expaseratedly.

"I told you. Now, should we get this briefing started or are we going to just chitchat?"

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"No hinderances tomorrow, understood? Well then, best get some sleep before the coup-out. Oh, and one last thing - make sure you all revise your french and make sure it's up to standards. I don't want any humans thinking that we aren't from that city."

A few murmurs were heard in response as most of the adults and other members cleared out of the room, leaving an irritated pair of young recruits with a few practice sheets of french verbs.

Marella quickly spread out each in a haphazard chronological order before she lay back on the faded couch besides a grumbling Maruca who was stuttering through a few action verbs.

"Je me suis pas aime.....No wait...Aargh! Such a stupid language. Couldn't they have just hired a bunch of polyglots like the Moonlark?"

Marella did her best impression at a high pitched version of Sophie as Maruca laid back and giggled.

"They would definetely know I am onto them if I don't show up at my own gala! Besides, I need to give that speech on equality and also kiss all the boys there, especially that big idiot Keefe with his oh so stinky gulon and thin stick body!"

Maruca straightened as she picked up another sheet and rifled through it, before replying.

"They can only afford to send us little stand-ins, right ? Everyone else has to make an appearance except for outcasts like us."

Marella leaned back, momentarily lost in thought before smirking.

"Well, these little pawns may just be more trouble and power than they anticipated, right? The only reason most of us were thrown out was because those cities can't handle such elites"

"Exactement."

Marella groaned and fell back into the sheets as they both lay there chuckling, reminding Maruca of the real purpose of staying awake.

"You know Mar..... you should really go ask her out, you know. It'll be a definite way to make sure she's happy, so it's a win win!"

Marella started fidgeting with her side braids as her cheeks grew a flaming red.

"I'm not into Linh, goddammit Maruca!"

Maruca slyly nudged her as Marella's face grew even more red as she realised her mistake.

"I didn't mention who I was talking about, did I? Besides, the real match makers aren't going to accept you, you might as well come to one of the top notch experts in the Black Swan."

Marella smiled softly before trying to walk away, but was the pulled back into the seat of the plush couch as Maruca tied her braids back and faced her expectedly.

"So...."

Maruca squealed in delight.

"She's cute and sweet, she's super powerful, she desperately needs a lover right now to take her mind off, I already approve of her and I'm sure Tam too will approve of you too with a bit convincing, She also likes you too so I'm thinking the weddin--"

Marella laughed out loud as she pushed Maruca away and began to tidy the papers.

"There is no way any of that is true, especially the la-"

"Come on Mar! Don't sell yourself short! Besides, she really is head over heels for you so I'm planning a french picnic--"

They were both cut off by a halting, but soulful melody.

Maruca whirled towards Marella and pushed the latter towards the attic.

"Linh's the only one who knows the piano-except for Tam of course, but I bet it's Linh by her fingers--so you better go talk to her. Remember- just be yourself. Don't worry about me- I'll clean up! Have Fun!"

With those last words, she slammed the door shut on the other girl's petite figure as she now climbed up the steps of the attic, wondering how exactly Maruca knew so much.

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The figure's hand slid smoothly over the ivory keys, letting the small notes float like an eagle on an up-draft, taking with it the very souls of the tiny listening audience just sillhoeted by the door.

The keys shimmered, the moon light making it look like ichor, the blood of gods everytime she hit a wrong note on the french piece, making the hydrokinetic shake her head before she began the ascent towards heaven again on the swelling notes on the crescendo, before it's harshly shattered with an off treble note, as though severing the delicate pianist's wings and forcing her to start again.

"Wait.....I know this song.....Something in french about a marriage, right?"

Linh snapped her head up, cheeks burning in shock and her eyes instinctively dart from corner to corner as she takes in the girl in pajamas, who stares at her riveted.

"It's....Mariage d'amour.......My parents always loved the french human songs..."

Marella wiped away a stray tear, before marching next to her and pulling her hand around Linh's middle, warm and soft. In seconds her body was moulded to her own, sharing her body heat as easily as they share a fast pacing heart. Marella could never let another close to herself like this, but she's different. She had never known a person like Linh. There's a purity to her, naivety perhaps, like she's the only raincloud in Marella's fiery heart.

Marella strikes a few keys, broken apart at first, before she lets the music flow over her, letting the scent of flowers get infused with the high C's and Linh feels like she's back in the arms of her mother, listening to a stolen recording from the forbidden cities, full of awe and giddy happiness listening to the swelling notes, until a off tune ting brings her back to the room with a gritting Marella as she prepared to strike a G# again.

But this time, Linh strikes the notes with her,letting their hearts beat in sync as they both let the song wash over them like a wakeful dream, the notes relaxing them, enabling the song to call to their entire being, in complete sync. There was something about the vibrations that felt so heavenly, as if it were liquid energy seeping right through skin, and the notes fluctuated, infusing the air with sorrow and joy and love--

But then their hands both briefly connect and they stumble, beet red as they both mistake the ebony black key for the snowy white and they both mumble a string of "Sorry's" and "Ums" as they both turn away from each other momentarily.

"I....should have never come....I'm sorry..."

But Linh grabs her hand and pulls it back to the instrument, holding on tight like it was a lifeline as the pale moon inched over head and so did the bad memories--

"Okay," She breathes out shakily as she goes back to sit on the stool again, this time only playing a short while before striking a F# instead of an F again, before Linh slowly moves closer to Marella and takes a risk- and slowly lets her head fall onto her chest as she stared up half lidded at the bright moon from the small window as Marella stiffened, before relaxing again and slowly moving their hands infront of her, pulling her close on the small stool.

"Mar?"

"Mmm?"

"My hand."

"What about it?"

"It's still in yours."

"And is that such a bad thing?" Marella replied absent mindedly, before reddening as Linh let out a small chuckle for the first time in that month, before they both moved closer to each other as they stared at each other with half dusted smiles, letting the excitement take over them and close their heavy lidded eyes.

"I guess not."

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