Helloo.
I’m very sorry to send you such a random ask, but I am rather curious you could say?
I’ve seen some of your Land of Stories art, which all look quite lovely by the way!
(Obviously I have not gone through and liked every single one, it’d be impolite to do that in my opinion.)
Regardless, I was wondering what art app you use?
Oh thank you so much! And I don’t mind random asks so long as they’re respectful—which you are, so everything’s chill dw!
I use Clip Studio Paint! No I’m not rich, I got it as a gift from my dad while it was on sale haha.
Though, if anyone wants a free program to use, I used to draw with firealpaca and it worked pretty great for me.
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One thing I find so funny is that people on the internet forget that screenshots exist.
Imagine blocking someone for calling you out for transphobia
You forget that you can block people all you want but that’s not going to stop everyone else who can still see your account.
Sigh. These people still have so much to learn about the internet.
Still there. Still misgendering him. Deleted my response to their post and everything. What a disgrace. You’d think we’d do better in this day and age
Anyway, I can also prove Rin didn’t do that too. You’re terrible at keeping track of your information and erasing your footprint. Welcome to the internet. All of the accounts you think you’ve deleted and all of the messages you think can’t be traced back to you are in fact still there and can be.
I’m not here to play games anymore. Accusing my boyfriend of this and thinking you can get away with it is disgusting and such middle schooler naïveté. You’ve messed with people who know what they’re doing. Maybe this will make you consider your actions more carefully when you grow up.
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HEY CHECK OUT THIS AWESOME FIC IM LITERALLY DYING I LOVE THESE GAYS PLEASE ALSO MY FRIEND IS SUCH A GOOD WRITER LOOK AT THIS I WILL NEVER STOP REREADING THIS EVER 🙏🙏🙏
𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝗧𝗟𝗢𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖
A Xanthous x Lampton fanfic
TW ;; death, mentions of war
𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 the courtyard. It had been a while since he felt this sense of panic. Fear consuming him over the status of his lover. He had to be alive…Xanthous probably wouldn’t be able to handle loss.
Wouldn’t be able to handle it? What was he even thinking? He's lived for centuries, experienced countless deaths…why would this one be any different? He frowned at this realisation. What made this different? Why was Xanthous…scared?
“Sir Xanthous?"
The yellow fairy turned, and it didn't take long for the joy and relief to be seen on his face. “Lampton.” he responded, feeling much more at ease.
The two embraced and for a moment, all that fear that Xanthous felt earlier washed away. He was left feeling the serenity of his lover’s warm hold.
But that serenity didn’t last long. Xanthous pulled away from the hug and looked into the hazel eyes that were in front of him. “Is everything alright in the Charming Kingdom? How are your troupes?”
“Fine as of right now. However I fear the worst is yet to come. Everyone has their guard up. What about the Council? I imagine you are all equally piled up with work.”
Xanthous nodded with a sigh. “Unfortunately so.”
The two sat on a bench in the courtyard, staring up at the night sky. The silence was nice, it felt like someone had put a pause on the problems in the world to let the two men have a moment of peace next to each other. Xanthous glanced over at Lampton as a thought crossed his mind. “Gosh, you’re so handsome.”
Xanthous saw his red eyes in the reflection of Lampton’s hazel ones as the realisation hit. “I think I just said that out loud, didn't I?”
He responded with a wide grin. “Yeah.”
Xanthous leaned down and nestled his head on Lampton’s shoulder. He paid extra care in making sure he was keeping his flames in control so as to not hurt the head of the royal guard. The duo continued to sit in silence before hearing someone call for Lampton.
They got up and brushed off. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you next in battle?”
Lampton nodded. “We will come out of this victorious.”
“I hope so. I do not wish for everyone’s efforts to be in vain.”
“Indeed..” after a pause, Lampton walked off, turning behind before he was out of sight. “See you on the other side.”
The middle of a war is never exciting. Most are used to the constant pattern of fighting day in and day out and nothing seems interesting anymore. So it was safe to assume everyone was very eager for the final battle to commence. That would determine a winner. That would end this whole mess.
So when the literary army announced the final battle to occur that night, everyone felt the anticipation. The eagerness to be free of the tyranny that was the villains’ rule.
After hours of hard work and determination, the literary army saw its demise. Crowds of people cheered as the war came to an end. Joy could be felt all across the kingdom as every village and town celebrated this victory.
The fairy council walked around the Charming Kingdom, checking up on the residents and inspecting the casualties. As they arrived at the Palace, Xanthous heard a familiar voice call his name. Upon the sight of Sir Lampton, Emerelda looked over to the council and said, “We should head into the Palace and check on the royal family. Xanthous, why don’t you check in on the guards?”
She gave him a knowing smile as she led the rest of the council into the throne room. Xanthous prayed that his face wasn't as flushed as he felt it was. He turned to Lampton and smiled.
“We won.” The soldier had a joyous grin.
The two embraced in a hug before pulling away slightly and sharing a kiss. A tender moment for the couple. However as Xanthous looked at Lampton, he watched as the hazel eyes widened in shock. He felt himself get pushed to the side.
His sight was blurry, voices muffled. All he heard was the sound of Lampton telling him to watch out. Xanthous watched as the guard’s body was seen dropping to the ground. Rage consumed Xanthous and before he knew what had truly happened, he watched a member of the Playing Card Army fall to the ground as well. Fairy Council members, the royal guard and the royal family rushed outside to figure out why there was so much commotion.
Xanthous was by Lampton’s side. The soldier had an arrow impaled in him. He was still smiling. Xanthous cradled Lampton in his arms. At that moment, he did not care about his relationship being secretive. None of that mattered.
“Stay with me.” He hugged Lampton tightly. “Please.”
“I'm fine Sir Xanthous, really.”
“Stop saying I’m fine when you’re not.” Xanthous held his clothes close to the wound to stop any further bleeding. “It’s fine to say I’m not fine.”
Lampton felt his own breath slow down. “Perhaps..I’m not fine..”
Xanthous hated those words more. But he didn’t say it. Instead he turned to the Council members. He was met with various faces, none of which were hopeful for Lampton’s survival. “Why would you do that? You had so many years ahead of you. I’ve lived long enough.”
Lampton had a pained smile on his face. “I made a promise when I became a member of the royal guard….” He gasped for breath. “I would put my life on the line for anyone. And I intend to keep that promise. Besides, I would never regret saving your life dear.”
Xanthous took Lampton’s hand and pressed it on his forehead. “Still…”
“I appreciate all of you. Xanthous, thank you for showing me a new perspective on the world. But now I must join the others on a different side. Don’t let our story go unheard Xanthous. So many people lost their lives…they deserve to be remembered. Now, I get to protect them again.”
Those were the last words from Sir Lampton. Selfless, as expected from a top ranking member of the Charming Army. Xanthous watched as he felt Lampton go limp in his arms. He felt the tears and did not attempt to stop them.
He knew what he had to do. He learnt why this love was different from the rest. Sure, he was scared. And yes, he had seen countless deaths over the years. But he learnt through his relationship with Lampton that his purpose was to keep their legacy alive. Xanthous knew that no one would ever forget Lampton, or any of the fighters of the war for that matter, and their service. He would make sure of it. That was part of his role. And he intended to keep his promise till he took his last breath. Just like Lampton did to save him.
Well that was fun :D
This was a fic i wrote for @timecma for his birthday last year (yes…i wrote character death…for a birthday present- listen i gotta stay true to my writing style alright/j). this fic took me…5? months to write mainly because it was during my writing block months right after some of my exams. have i gotten out of writing block? hahaha no. it’s unfortunately…still haunting me….some day…some day.
Anyways another land of stores related post. it’s something i’ve been able to work on slightly more recently thanks to my friends who are tlos fans cause i can get the motivation and ideas easily. and i have stuff to make for the fandom thanks to this motivation ^^
now it might actually be a while till i post next due to mock exam prep but till we meet again <3
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So in your story we know that Cyrus has a tattoo that seals his wings, but I don't think you mentioned what the tattoo was of. So what does it look like?
It’s an intricate design of butterfly wings haha. It changes when he looses like 45% of them too. The closest style it resembles is called “tribal”, but it’s not like a tribal tattoo. There are swirling and swooping lines of different thicknesses that give the impression of butterfly wings. There are also additional lines within it that are much more difficult to explain, but it makes the tattoo look good. If you Google “tribal butterfly wings tattoo” you should have a pretty good idea. You won’t find anything that looks exactly like it, but who knows, maybe I’ll draw it one day 🤷♂️
It’s quite literally his wings, so when one of them gets plucked right out of him and another partially torn off, the tattoo reflects this. The smooth, swooping, swirling lines gain jagged, tapered edges where the wing was ripped. You can see holes within what used to be solid black lines to reflect the literal holes in his wings too.
Tis very sad.
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