Jordyn’s Comments (group member since Oct 24, 2018)

Jordyn’s comments from the Team Keeper (KOTLC) group.

That's awesome!! can't wait!

To me, it feels like Dex is figuratively fading, his roles seems to either dwindle, or keep him away from the rest of the group, cutting down on our Dexy time. :/

Amen, Flora! All this debate over boys when everyone's life is in danger XP

Personally I agree, I just want Sophie to be happy. If Fitz makes her happy at the time then I don't feel like she should move on to Keefe. If she starts feeling like being with Fitz isn't right, then maybe she'll be happier with Keefe.

SO excited. I'm not on either side of the Sophitz/Sokeefe debacle. I like both, but lately, I feel like something's gonna change. I feel like Fitz and Sophie may "get together" for a little while before some big something happens and it throws that off course. Maybe it'll be Fitz's anger getting out of control or something, I don't know. Somehow I think Fitz may realize that being with Sophie may cause a lot of issues for his "reputation" and may choose to be with her in spite of it, or try and keep his pride by being without her. On the other hand, I feel like Keefe would have basically nothing to loose and would embrace Sophie with all of her legacies and reputations.

Also I wonder if Shannon will bring Dex back into the picture more. Like, he never left it per se, but he was always off tinkering or whatever and I feel like he was slowly drifting away. Then again, I'm not really sure.

No matter what happens, I am forever devoted.

I quickly looked it up, apparently you can't directly post a pic from your camera role or something, but you can do something to post a picture if it's on some sort of website. I don't know the complete ramifications of this, like how, or what kind of website, but I'll hope to figure it out.

I'll get on that soon! I'm working on a few different pieces at the moment, as I'm figuring out how to use Firealpaca with my new drawing tablet! Second I'll have to figure out how to post pictures on here XD

hmmmm... I'm not sure if it would even work or not, because I have no clue if goodreads allows you to post imges, but if it did, a fanart discussion would be fun.

Nice! Thanks! Sounds painful for Sophie, but fun for me ;P

hey guys! I love writing but I'm struggling with what to write about! If you guys have some great ideas that you don't know how/don't want to write about, hit me up ;P I only post my fanfic writing here at the moment, and I would credit you of course. A few things to consider if you do want to provide suggestions:
- I will probably pick and choose what I write, I try to choose topics that really speak to me, or gives me ideas to build on. Or I may just take a bit of time to write the story depending on the length of which I choose to write.
- I don't usually write romance fanfics, not saying that I won't do any involving Sophitz/Keefoster/whatever other ship you have in mind, but please understand if I choose not to at the moment.
- I'm open to most things, I love creativity!
- I may put my own spin on any story I write, so please understand if the layout and plot isn't exactly as envisioned.

Thanks to anyone who wants to contribute, I really appreciate it!

I kinda get that, I've never not liked Dex, but he seems to grow less than the other characters, and does seem slightly more whiny.

aw, thanks! I had so much trouble trying to not make the answers too obvious and still have them actually connect to the different abilities.
I've seen a lot of KOTLC quizzes which are like: "What do you do after school? 1. stare at a candle, 2. put a fork in the electric plug-in thingy 3. figure out how force fields would work hypothetically."
And like, I TOTALLY get that, I had no idea how hard it was to do, so I tried to tie the answers with an underlying personality trait that could be seen as related to the ability. Not saying that my quiz is better, i know some of the answers were still pretty obvious but I did my best XP

Is there a specific reason you don't like Dex? He used to be like my favourite character, and I've just not liked him as much since. I Still like him, I like pretty much everyone Shannon writes about except the villains obviously. I can't place exactly why he was demoted from my favourite person, I really dont.

Paloma wrote: "That was really good, you are good at writing!"
Thankyou so much! I've gotten way more into creaive writing in the past year or so, and I started my own novel about a year ago, loosely based off KOTLC to get used to writing lengthy pieces. Now I'm hooked, and love any type of writing as long as I can take my own spin on things. Your writing is also really well done, I love the different perspective, and also, you get props for using the term Fitziepoo.

Thanks! To be honest I had no idea where I was going with my story until about halfway XD I just knew I wanted to contribute!

Sophie shuddered, the cold cutting through even the thick lining of her gray cloak. She pulled the built-in hood farther over her head and did her best to suppress her shivers.
“Aw, Foster, I thought we went over body temperature regulation,” Keefe teased with that ever present smirk.
“Just because we practiced it doesn’t mean I’m good at it!” Sophie chattered, her teeth clacking together.
“You’re perfect Foster,” Keefe retorted, with a slightly less teasing tone. His smirk had disappeared into something more serious, and his eyes were ferociously resolute.
Sophie felt her cheeks flame right on cue, and she hid behind her hood. The way he kept doing that, the serious thing, it made it hard to figure out what he meant, and how to breath, and it made Sophie more than a little uncomfortable.
Looking around, Sophie took in her surroundings, grey-periwinkle mountains loomed in the foreground, a thick blanket of snow capped their peaks, matching the layer of cold white that carpeted every surface around her. The sky was uncharacteristically dull, but it was only due to the fact that clouds spilling snow coated every inch of it, only leaving a small slit in the cover of grey, letting a tiny amount of golden light spill out, lighting up a section of one of the smaller mountains. A hint at warm weather to come. Sophie tromped toward the nearest copse of trees, which were weirdly purple. She wasn’t sure why she was even surprised anymore, but she couldn’t help but think the trees were quite odd. They grew mostly straight up, with thin black and silver trunks, which were left bare until the last five feet of tree or so. Abruptly, branches curved outward from the trunk, and pointed upwards, curling back in on themselves slightly. Strangely fluffy leaves sprouted from each branch, and all together made it look quite similar to the truffula trees from one of Sophie’s favourite childhood books.
A sharp breeze flew through the trees, which offered no cover against the swirling snow. The wind bit into Sophie’s skin, latching on and digging in and settling into her bones. She gave up trying to force down the shivers, hoping they would generate enough friction for her to amplify, which would hopefully help the whole becoming an Sophie popsicle predicament.
“Still cold? Y’know, we could always snuggle for a while, share body heat, even the field a bit for the Keefoster side of things, shall we?” Keefe suggested.
Sophie’s stomach seemed to forget it was a digestive organ and not an acrobat.
“Hurts, Foster, that hurts, but fine, you can fight off the elements, Lady Broda should have some warm clothes we could borrow whenever she decides to show up,” Keefe fanned the space between himself and Sophie, as though to block her insane emotions, before he transformed the motion into a hooked thumb towards the mansion sitting a few hundred feet away.
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“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Lady Broda said, “I forgot my emparter and something came up, anyway, come inside, you look half frozen.”
Sophie felt more than half frozen, so she gladly accepted the invitation into Lady Broda’s residence, which looked like a log cabin or steroids. Logs made of real wood made up some of the many walls of the mansion, the rest were made of logs carved out of some type of opalescent gem. The windows, of which there were many, were frosted, either naturally because of the cold, or as a stylized touch, Sophie didn’t know. The inside was almost outrageously cozy, with warm coloured furnishings and a large fireplace, flickering with an orange blaze.
Sophie sucked in a breath, forcing herself to calm the flashbacks pushing to overtake her, but once she had control, the fire was heavenly. The warmth banished the cold, and it felt so, so, amazing.
“Now, down to business, you are the hydrokinetic?” Lady Broda asked as she hunkered down onto a burgundy couch, motioning for the group of Tam, Linh, Sophie and Keefe to sit as well.
“I am,” Linh answered as she lowered herself into a heavily padded recliner, she seemed meeker than usual, and Sophie couldn’t blame her.
Lady Broda was imposing. She stood incredibly tall, with piercing eyes so light blue it almost seemed as though she had no iris at all. She had dark, rich skin, with purple stripes of an iridescent purple paint slashed across her face in symmetric patterns. Her full lips were glossed heavily, and her eyes were lined along the bottom with gold. Lady Broda seemed so stern, she held herself the way Sophie had seen army sergeants do on T.V. and it was more than a little intimidating.
Yes, I hear you are very powerful, something I can understand, I can tell you have great potential young one. You come to me to learn how to control the yearning?”
Linh simply nodded.
Ever since the trouble in Atlantis, Linh felt more sure of herself, but Sophie could still see how drawn to the water she was, and had decided it was best not to take chances. She had come along because Linh asked her to, of course Tam came to be with his sister, Wylie came because Lady Broda was actually his great-great-aunt, and Keefe came along using the excuse that he could monitor Linh’s emotions, but it seemed like he had other motives.
“Alright, tell me, how do you feel when around so much water?” Lady Broda brought Sophie out of her musings.
“Like . . . like it’s calling me, begging for me to join it,” Linh had the same look on her face that she did in Atlantis.
“Indeed, and you can resist?”
“Barely.”
“Well, that’s what we’re here for,” Lady Broda’s lips quirked in the closest thing she had gotten to a smile.
The next few hours were a flurry of different training exercises for Linh, both indoors and out. She was asked to try and keep the water from freezing outside in the cold, and to force it to freeze beside the fire by manipulating the water’s particles. She had linh sit in a room made of all giant aquariums and do nothing. She had Linh work on blocking out the water while still having her senses open. On and on the training went, and Linh was hopefully improving, but it was hard for a non-hydrokinetic to understand.
“Well done, Linh, beautiful control!” Lady Broda praised.
Linh’s cheeks turned a pretty pink as she mildly thanked her new mentor of sorts.
“I can’t promise you that it will be enough however . . .”
“What do you mean?” Tam sent her a suspicious side-eye.
“Oh . . . nothing . . . just that the Neverseen aren’t going to be stopped by a few water tricks,” Lady Broda’s eyes had clouded, and she stared off into space.
Sophie’s pulse tripled, what the woman said echoed her own thoughts almost perfectly.
“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Keefe raised a skeptical eyebrow and moved closer to Sophie from his already close perch on the armrest of the burgundy loveseat she was occupying, grabbing her hand.
“No, and yes, there is so much I could say, but none of which would make any sense in this situation, but I am not trying to withhold information from you. The Neverseen are horrible, and ruthless, and cunning. They plan and strategize, they build up plan after plan and add so many misdirections it’s impossible to know their true goal. They have no conscience, I hear if your vanisher hadn’t utilized her ability to hide, they would have killed her,” Lady Broda’s voice had turned cold and lifeless.
“But the reason she is okay is because her talent is so strong, so isn’t it good to improve?” Tam countered.
“Improving one’s self is always good, but to rely solely on that to save you is downright foolish. Yes, her ability saved her, but it didn’t allow her to win, she is still damaged is she not? I hear murmerings of scarring, maybe a lasting trauma from the horrors she experienc-”
“Stop!” Wylie yelled, “Just stop. It’s not right to talk about her that way! You’ve made your point now move on, we get it!”
“But do you? I don’t really think you understand the vastness of your situation, I don’t even know all the facts and yet I can tell you right now, I’d be a lot more concerned, if you keep focusing on your abilities, you will all end up like your vanisher friend, or worse.”
“She has a name.”
It took Sophie a minute to realize she was the one who said it. She wasn’t sure where the bravery to say it came from, and she was grateful when Wylie took the lead so she wouldn’t have to figure out what to say.
“I’m not saying your points aren’t valid, but you don’t know everything we’re doing. You can barely grasp any of this situation, and I’m tired of your scrutiny, so I think it’s time to leave,” Wylie rasped, it worried Sophie to see him so angry, but she was glad he said it.
The group turned to leave, getting halfway to the door when Lady Broda called to them.
“I’m sorry, I was only warning you, I understand why you’re upset, but I need to do one more thing with your hydrokine- with Linh,” The woman almost seemed sincerely sorry . . . almost.
“Five minutes,” Wylie stated cooly as he walked out the door, with Sophie and Keefe on his heels.
Scanning the area, Sophie took a deep breath, as much as she hated to admit it, Lady Broda was right. They were too focused on things that wouldn’t help as much as they hoped. She felt panic and desperation claw around her stomach, and she did her best to tie them in under her ribs with all her other bad feelings, but the knots she made were sloppy and some less-than-happy feelings were able to slither out.
She trudged through the thick snow, glad the wind had calmed down, and hobbled over to an old fence. She hopped up on the horizontal post connecting two of the vertical pillars reaching about a metre high. She put her head between her legs, feeling as though it was suddenly hard to breath. All her mind could focus on was the mantra, we can’t do this, we can’t do this, we can’t do this. Everything they were doing, seemed so insignificant. There was no way they could ever do anything to come out on top. Hopelessness set in, until a breeze of ice blue wafted over her thoughts, cooling her frantic mind.
Keefe was sitting beside her, hand entwined with her gloveless fingers. He smiled calmly at her, his cheeks rosy from the cold, and his breath billowed out from his mouth like smoke.
“Easy there, Foster, there’s only so much defeat an elf should have to bear,” his mouth quirked into an adorable smirk, “I think I know what’s going on in that cute head of yours,” he smiled wider when Sophie blushed, “And I can tell you, for once, you’re wrong. Don’t listen to Cranky Lady Facepaint over there, she doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. The Neverseen may be ahead of us, but they also have no idea what’s coming for them. We’ll hit them with everything we’ve got, and we will come out on top, because we have the moonlark . . .”
He smiled at Sophie, and she turned away, no longer confident enough for eye contact.
“And because we have each other, Foster, we have love, and friends, and hope. That’s why we’ll win.” He grabbed both her hands and whispered so low, Sophie could hardly hear it, “I believe in you Foster, we all do, so believe in yourself, because you deserve it.”


Sorry it's so long, guys, but I'm extra that way, Criticism? Comments? Random anecdotal thoughts? Hit me, yall.

Yes!!! I've never wrote fanfiction before . . . kinda shied away from it because I was scared of seeming geeky but these are awesome and I'd love to contribute, will keep you guys posted! (also prepare for dictionary-length fic right here because I can't ever just do the bare minimum)

Thanks! I could help as much as I can, but I doubt how useful I'll be if I don't even know the definition of a moderator ;P

Hey Katey! Just stumbled upon this discussion and sorry to write on here about a topic that's related but not exactly the topic of this discussion. I've noticed that on some of your other KOTLC discussions I have a "Mod" symbol at the bottom of my avatar symbol thing. I'm about to sound like the most noob-ish person on the planet but, what is your simple definition of a moderator? I'm just trying to figure out if I am in a position where I could consider myself one, and what that entails. I've googled it but never gotten a straight answer. Thanks. (I can delete the comment whenever)

Eva! AMEN, from every aspect of your comment! Keeper is freaking great, and, I'm just gonna say, please don't be too horrified but I have never read Harry Potter, so I can't compare. Keefe is amazing and I feel the same way about your motto. ELWIN IS MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER EVER, he is so sweet, and Livvy is just amazing.