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Choices Secret Admirer: a Valentine's event
What it is:
Think secret Santa but for Valentine's Day.
Everyone who shows interest in participating will be given a match for whom they should create (or commission) a small work (drabble, art, edit, moodboard, etc)
How to participate:
Reblog this post stating your interest AND include your top 3 books/characters/pairings to help guide your match on what they should create for you. (reblogs that do not include a top 3 will not be considered entries for participation)
or, message me here or at @lovealexhunt stating your interest and include your top 3 picks
Note: When listing your interests, please include any preferred gender/race characteristics you may have for customizable character. If you have FCs you are welcome to list them as well.
If you want to participate but would rather not create for a particular user, feel free to message me privately and if you get that person, I'll re-spin the Wheel of Names.
Deadline to participate: February 4
What comes next:
On, or about, February 4-5, I will message you with your match and what they listed as their top 3 interests. [I use Wheel of Names to match users]
You create something for them based on their interests and post it for them on February 14-16.
You do NOT have to create for all 3 pairings, one is enough. The 3 is to give you a choice for what you're comfortable with!
It would also be really nice if you could include a brief positive message of encouragement and/or support with your creation for your match
Please tag this blog and #ChoicesSecretAdmirer2024 as well so I can keep track of who posted and who is missing.
If you have any questions please do not hesitate to reach out.
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kieran x elam for @lilyoffandoms for the @choicesfandomappreciation 2024 secret admirer event ❤️
apologies for the delay, i wanted to get this done by valentines but it would not cooperate with me😭 i had so much fun doing this, i hope you like it!! this is actually the third of concepts i tried doing, so more on that + timelapse under the cut for those interested (: (and yes, this is based off of one of the iconic scenes from howl's moving castle.)
i wanted to do something that really captured " warm softness to the cold hard edges" and i thought of maybe drawing a scene where elam realizes the beast is kieran. kieran's monster complex is a big part of their character and mc loving and embracing that part, the warmth to kieran's "monster", loving them despite and maybe even for it, was something i always liked about their dynamic. so that was the first draft but i wasnt feeling it and i couldnt figure out the drawing so i scrapped it HGJDHFKGHD
then i tried a second version where they're in a garden and elam gives kieran flowers, but idk, it just didn't fit?? heres the abandoned wip of it anyway OTL
while drawing and conceptualizing i kept thinking about what TCH reminded me of. the most obvious (and relevant, i think) is acotar, but then i remembered miyazaki's howl's moving castle, which is so much more like TCH than anything. so i wanted to do something with elam's hand over kieran's heart but it just did not work out (as you'll see in the timelapse), so i ended up with something more like a screenshot redraw of one of the iconic scenes in the movie:
and finally, the timelapse:
🎵 the boy who swallowed a star - joe hisaishi
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even in the midst of a mesmerising kaleidoscope of butterflies, lincoln found that vax was still the most beautiful one there <3
@abelflints hi hello!! i am your secret admirer ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉﾞ
i knew from the moment i saw him that i wanted to draw vax!! (though at first it was a tough choice between him and alaska haha, they're both so pretty!!) i've mentioned that i absolutely adore his design, and i really do! drawing him was such a delight!! you mentioned here that he loves butterflies and moths, which i thought is the most precious thing so i wanted to draw him (and by extension, lincoln lol) around some butterflies! :D
i have not read ilw, but i really enjoyed seeing all the works you've done your blog!! the edits especially, big fan of peeled lincoln 🥔
i hope you like it!! happy valentines day, have a good one <3
(also sorry i missed some details!! i didn't realise it until after i exported it ;; it has been a long week haha)
@choicesfandomappreciation thank you always for organising such fun events!!
timelapse (=`ω´=) :
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Choices Secret Pal February 2024, edits by me
Here's my creation for the Choices Secret Pal event by @choicesfandomappreciation! This is my second time participating in this sort of event and I seriously love doing it.
For @hydn-jpg, I've made some edits of Cas Harlow and their ID MC Jiwon Kim doing an outfit swap, inspired by this artwork of his!
One morning, after a sleepover...
At school...
Later that day...
Blank versions:
TYSM for giving me the chance to do this, and also once again for this commission of Evie and Aiden! I love how neat and polished and cute your artstyle is, and so I loved seeing my blorbos in that style! <3 <3 <3
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By Any Other Name
Book: Bloodbound
Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Lucy West)
Rating: Teen
Word count: 876
Summary: Do Kamilah and Carmilla have anything in common besides some consonants and vowels?
A/N: For @vampirkit. Happy Valentine's Day! I've loved your Lucy since I stumbled upon your post introducing her, so I was thrilled to see I was your secret admirer. I hope you like this little story starring Lucy and Kamilah.
(Please let me know if your sense of humor isn't as unhinged as mine, and I'll write you something sane instead 🤭)
@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesfebruary2024 (Eros) @choicesfandomappreciation @choicespride (prompt: wine)
By Any Other Name
Lucy’s wine glass rests forgotten on the coffee table. It’s an excellent vintage, one that Kamilah saved for a special occasion and has just uncorked for Lucy's birthday. But as it turns out, a wine older than the United States of America isn’t the biggest surprise of the evening. Granted, Lucy is used to being stunned speechless by Kamilah’s stories, but this one might take the birthday cake.
“You were the inspiration for Carmilla.”
“Yes.”
“Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu.”
“Mhmm.”
“Carmilla published in the 1870s.”
“Lucy. If you have a point, make it.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just… how did this happen? And why am I only hearing about it now?”
Kamilah sighs and takes a sip from her own glass, her eyes closing in pleasure for a moment. “One of the best wines I’ve had in decades. What were you saying?”
Good lord. Sometimes being with a woman who’s two thousand years old can be exasperating. Lucy may be 150 herself, but she has a healthy (human still, she admits) dose of impatience. Kamilah? Kamilah doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
“How did you end up inspiring Carmilla? I thought she was based on Elizabeth Báthory!”
“You would,” Kamilah says dryly. “History doesn’t often care about the truth.”
Lucy tilts Kamilah’s chin up with one finger. “I’m going to need the story, babe. The whole story.”
Kamilah rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch. She will never admit it, but they both know full well how much she loves it when Lucy calls her babe.
“I briefly traveled to Ireland in 1870. Gaius knew a man who knew a man who…”
“Knew a man?”
She gives Lucy a flat stare. “Are you telling the story, or am I?”
“Sorry. Continue.”
“Who knew a mortal fascinated by our kind.”
“Sheridan Le Fanu.”
“Yes. See, he was attacked by a vampire when he was a very young man...”
“So he was afraid of us?”
“Oh, no. The reckless fool accosted the poor woman with so many questions that she decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.”
“Is that a note of admiration I detect?”
“Absolutely not. I admire no mortal.”
Lucy is too eager to hear the rest of the story to argue. “Okay, okay, the story?”
Kamilah sighs, long-suffering, but she proceeds. “Sheridan invited me to stay at his home. Every evening before I left the house, we drank whiskey and he threw every question under the sun at me.”
Lucy can’t help it. She snickers. “Under the sun?”
“Quiet.” Undisturbed, Kamilah presses on. “He severely tried my patience, but he was still my host. I answered some of them.”
“Only some?”
“I had intercepted a letter meant for the editor of The Dark Blue. I knew he was planning to write about it, and I didn’t want every reader of that nonsensical serial to know every little detail about our kind.” She rolls her eyes again. “I shouldn’t have bothered. He still got it all wrong. No matter how many times I told him that vampires can’t shapeshift, he made Carmilla transform into a cat-like creature.”
“I wondered about that! I mean, a black cat? It seems a little on the nose.”
“Precisely.” Kamilah sips her wine, then shrugs. “At least he didn’t turn us into bats. He left that particular brand of nonsense to Stoker.”
“Okay, but why do you think you were the inspiration for Carmilla herself? She doesn’t look like you.”
“She wouldn’t. I’m not Vlad; Sheridan knew better than to immortalize me too clearly. I would’ve killed him, host or not.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t read the story until I returned to America. The similarities were too obvious to ignore, so I wrote him a letter demanding an explanation.”
“What did he say?”
“He denied that Carmilla was based on me.”
“But you didn’t believe him?”
“If he wanted to be so discreet, he shouldn’t have given her a name so like mine.”
“It does seem an awfully big coincidence if fictional Carmilla has no relation to real life Kamilah,” Lucy admits. “But look on the bright side! Thanks to him, countless young women have dreamed about you.”
Kamilah gives her a haughtily amused look. “Lucy, I don’t need his help to make women dream about me.” She trails a finger down Lucy’s cheek, all the way to her collarbone. “Do I?”
She swallows. Hard. “Can’t argue with that.”
“That aside, he nonetheless made me out to be some sort of… of… corrupter.” Obviously incensed, she pushes her hair back. “I've never in my life seduced anyone who didn’t want to be seduced.”
“Still,” Lucy says, as casually as possible. “I wouldn’t mind being corrupted by you.”
Kamilah smiles, cupping Lucy’s cheek tenderly. “My love, at this point, I’m not sure who’d be corrupting whom.”
She pushes Kamilah back and straddles her. The older vampire only lifts an elegant brow. “I believe you’ve made my point for me.”
Lucy grins, her lips hovering over Kamilah’s. “Oh babe, I’m about to do a lot more for you.”
She kisses her jaw, then her neck, before she moves lower. Kamilah may have all the cool stories, she decides, but Lucy has her own ways of making her speechless.
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Abel x Hilkka (ILW MC) edit for @aallotarenunelma for the secret admirer event hosted by @choicesfandomappreciation!
I hope you like it, I wanted to do the other characters too, but I ran out of time for my ideas.. Hilkka is lovely though, I love the story behind her nickname, Puna 🥰
The base image is a Theodora CG from RC!
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Date Night for Derek and Catherine
For the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Pal event.
Hello @tveitertotwrites I was gifted your name and characters to choose from and I went with a book I’ve not read so I hope I did them justice. (Also your fc for Catherine is gorgeous hello 👀).
#choices america's most eligible#choices ame#derek taylor x mc#playchoices#choices stories you play#ChoicesSecretAdmirer2024#my art ish thing#i polish nothing
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Woven Threads and Winding Roads (Pt 1&2)
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow
Pairing: Tyril x f!human!MC (Raine)
Words: 2.2K
Ratings/Warnings: General; mention of (Nesper) pregnancy
Summary: Five times Tyril attempts to braid Raine’s hair; and one time those threads begin to come together again as they should.
A/N: Written as a gift for @thosehallowedhalls as a part of the Choices Secret Admirer event! It was such a delight to write for BOLAS again. Also participating in Choices February 2024 with the prompts Eros, Philia, and Pragma. Thank you Caro for letting me borrow your lovely Raine! 🌷🎀
Raine bit down on a laugh as Tyril strode into their bedroom, a scowl biting deep into the angular lines of his face. She rose to meet him, settling a hand against his cheek.
‘There’s the frown I fell in love with,’ she teased, laughter bubbling out of her as his brow furrowed further at her words. ‘We’ve had so little to trouble us these past few weeks — I was beginning to worry you’d forgotten how to brood.’
‘I am not brooding,’ Tyril brooded.
He sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist, closing his eyes and leaning into the kiss she pressed to his jaw.
‘Thank the stars Adrina has the stomach for these tiresome nobles and their courtly swill. The entire Venesterium seems determined to vex me. The sooner we escape this evening’s ball, the better.’
Raine grinned. ‘Mal and Imtura have been rubbing off on you.’
Tyril’s eyes snapped open. ‘How dare you.’
‘They have!’
‘I… forgive me.’ Tyril paused, stepping back to take in the sweep of silver-blue silk swathing Raine from head to toe. His face softened. ‘Here I am complaining about the nobility, when I should be telling you how utterly radiant you look. You are dazzling spring water beneath the noonday sun, a pure vision of Bakshi come to life. You are the very stars themselves, beloved.’
Raine’s chest glowed. She tangled her fingers with his, swishing her shoulders back and forth.
‘Look,’ she said proudly. ‘My dress has a cape!’
Tyril chuckled.
They were still getting used to life in Undermount. To peace.
To not being woken by Imtura’s snores, or the quiet cadence of Nia’s morning prayers; to the soft bed linens they’d traded up from hard-packed earth; to days that held no more danger than social faux pas and politics, instead of threats to their lives, to their friends, to the realm itself.
Well. Realms, plural, Raine thought.
All that time running back and forth across not one but two different planes hadn’t exactly left much time for updating her wardrobe — that, at least, was one aspect of their new life together that Raine had quickly adapted to. Every last seamstress and tailor in Undermount was vying for House Starfury’s patronage. Raine had wasted no time taking advantage.
‘You’re looking rather handsome yourself,’ she told Tyril, running her fingers over the ornate metalwork embellishing his robes. ‘What’s all this?’
Tyril’s face flattened into a frown again.
‘Adrina’s doing,’ he groused. ‘House Starfury has been steadily regaining our former standing. Our coffers are stable, our contracts are shoring up, Father has been able to rehire the staff he let go with considerable bonuses. My dear sister, in all her brilliance, has decided that means I needed to look suitably ludicrous for our re-entry into elven courtly society.’
‘I think you look lovely.’
Tyril’s face pinched in distaste. ‘Have you seen the size of this ring? It’s a House Starfury heirloom.’
Tyril flapped his hand before Raine’s face — rather unnecessarily, in all honesty; there was little chance she’d have missed seeing the ring, given that it was the size of a small continent. There, on his left pointer finger, was a sparkling affair of curlicued silver and diamond, set with a sapphire so immense, its sale could have supported the entire population of Riverbend for a solid year or more.
‘Can you imagine what our roguish friend would say if he took one look at me in this get—up?’
‘Mal would call you a prissy elf boy and probably wet himself from laughter, yes.’ Raine pursed her lips, trying not to grin. ‘I take it Undermount’s finery and flattery isn’t to your liking any more, then?’
‘The flattery never was,’ Tyril said, his eyes trained on Raine as she slipped into a seat at the vanity and finished applying a kohl liner to her eyes. ‘The fineries?’ He hummed thoughtfully. ‘I’ll admit, the novelty of clean sheets and dry boots is wearing off faster than I’d expected.’
He stepped up behind her to run a brush through the silken gold of her hair.
Raine closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, remembering for a moment the mornings Nia had done the same. She had no problem braiding her own hair, of course, but sometimes she and Nia had helped each other tease away the tangles and road-dirt, fixing one another’s hair in readiness for travel and combat.
It had grounded them both. Anchored them in the present, in the living pulse of their Light. Soothed them on the days when the darkness was too heavy to speak through.
Raine met Tyril’s piercing, blue gaze in the mirror over her shoulder. He raised a brow in silent question.
‘Would… would you braid my hair for me?’
A soft smile lit his face.
‘Whatever you would have of me, I would give to you.’
The minutes passed in silence as Raine gave herself over to the gentle touch of her lover’s hands. He’d almost finished a passable —if slightly uneven— braid, when his ring snagged on her hair, pulling a section loose at the front.
‘Drat! Apologies, this ring is impossible. I’ve never seen a piece of jewellery so cumbersome — Gods forbid it’s wearer deign to lift a finger to do anything for themselves. Though, I suppose that’s rather the point, isn’t it?’ Tyril clicked his tongue. ‘I haven’t the faintest idea how I am supposed to hold a sword with this monstrosity on my finger.’
‘Tyril…’ Raine caught his hand, holding his gaze for a long moment. ‘You don’t need to anymore.’
‘Oh.’ His eyes grew round, unguarded. ‘I suppose you are right. Yes, I don’t… right.’
Standing, Raine fixed the end of the braid with a simple leather band.
‘You’ve no wish to fix the snag?’
‘No, it’s fine. I rather like it.’ Raine glanced at the fall of hair that had tugged loose. ‘We don’t want to be too put together for the smarmy nobles, do we?’
‘We do not.’ Tyril cupped Raine’s face, his thumb sweeping over her cheekbone, sighing fondly. ‘You are exquisite, Raine. Do you know that? You are perfect. Celestial. I almost want to keep you all for myself. You know… we could just stay here, tonight.’
Laughing, Raine swatted at Tyril as his gaze grew hooded.
‘Tyril!’
She was rewarded with the sight of one of his rare and dazzling smiles. A secret sight, just for the two of them. It still caught her stomach up in swooping knots every time Tyril smiled.
‘Fine,’ he said, warmly, ‘let us away. But we are leaving as soon as the dessert courses are over.’
Raine’s hand found his.
‘Deal.’
‘Why do you get a cool half-cape?’ Raine grumbled, as they wound their way through the cool expanse of the public gardens. ‘I want a cool half-cape. Instead I get idiotic, too-long sleeves.’
Tyril’s face remained impassive as he nodded at a passing head of house; the gardens were bustling this morning, the lush greenery offering a cool respite from the late-spring sun. Raine greeted the elf in kind with a cordial wave —or, she tried to— the gesture botched by the yards of gauzy fabric tangling about her hands.
‘I hate everything!’ she shrieked under her breath. ‘I am this close’ —Raine raised a hand, snarled when her sleeves got in the way again, flailed her arms about until her hands were free, and pinched her thumb and forefinger before Tyril’s nose— ‘to ripping these awful sleeves off and shoving them into that fountain.’
Tyril smiled, tucking his hand against the small of her back and steering her neatly away from the aforementioned fountain. They walked instead toward a cluster of chatting nobles whom Tyril would rather have avoided, but knew he ought to greet.
‘Adrina is close to closing a significant contract with House Moonchaser,’ Tyril said quietly as they neared. ‘It would be a shame to offend their head of house by destroying the gift she bestowed upon you. Damaging such a gift would be perceived as a deliberate snub.’
‘Godsdamn it all to the blackest reaches of the Three Hel— ah, that is— hello, Lord Frostcrow! Yes, the gardens are looking splendid this morning, you are quite right.’
Their welcome ball had been pleasant enough. Raine had bewitched the gathered masses with her effortless radiance —not that Tyril was surprised; his lover stole his breath with every passing heartbeat— though none had been more taken with her beauty than the Lady of House Moonchaser. The elven matriarch had insisted on gifting Raine a custom-made dress from her personal seamstress as a show of welcome from their House.
It had been delivered late that morning — a heavy concoction of lurid pink velvet and silver embellishments, complete with decorative pearls, ribbons, and something Raine had described as “a headache masquerading as fashion” to be woven into her hair to match.
Raine had thought the whole thing garish… but, it would do well to be seen wearing the garment publicly at least once, so here they were.
Tyril had tried his hand at braiding her hair again that morning. Raine had humoured his attempts —there was something intimate and tender in their stolen moments of quiet together as he worked the ribbons through her hair— and for a time, he’d been rather proud of his efforts.
At least, until they’d made the journey from their small manor in the hills and into Undermount proper, and the whole thing had begun to unravel under all the weight. The imperfection irked him. Damn it all, he wouldn’t stop until he was the single most talented personal hair stylist in all of Undermount!
‘Stupid elven politics,’ Raine muttered, blowing a strand of hair from her face as they continued on with their stroll. ‘I look ridiculous. I’ve slept in war tents with less fabric than this dress. How am I supposed to defend myself in a swordfight with these sleeves?’
‘Were you not the one reprimanding me for my obstinate refusal to relax?’ Smiling, Tyril dropped a gentle kiss to the top of Raine’s head. The braid sagged a little further. ‘Perhaps you might take your own advice. We are safe, beloved. There aren’t any agents from the Ash Empire hiding under the magnolias, waiting to ambush us the moment we—’
‘A MISSIVE! A MISSIVE FOR YOU, LORD STARFURY!’
Heart in his throat, Tyril spun on instinct to find the point of his dagger hovering mere inches from the face of a wide-eyed courier. Beside him, Light crackled in Raine’s palms, her stance poised to strike, her expression nothing short of thunderous.
‘Apologies!’ The courier squeaked. He pinched an envelope between his trembling fingers, prodding it meekly toward them as the colour drained from his face.
Sighing, Tyril flicked his wrist in a practised motion; the dagger slid smoothly from his palm to tuck itself inconspicuously in his shirtsleeve.
He really ought to thank Mal for showing him that particular trick, Tyril thought. He wouldn’t, of course, on account of that would mean actually thanking Mal for something, but the gratitude was there all the same.
He tugged the letter from the courier’s hand. The shiny, wax seal bore a small paw-print in the centre.
‘An urgent missive from the most humble Threep Percivacurus Pompedorfin and the magnanimous Loola Coriandropolis Dupopodolis, dispatched via high-speed drake-courier service out of Whitetower,’ the courier recited breathlessly. He swayed on his feet.
‘I think you should go and sit down for a minute or two, buddy,’ Raine told him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. ‘Drink some water, catch your breath. Maybe have a think about whether or not it’s a good idea to sneak up behind people who were recently involved in the harrowing trauma of saving the entire Godsdamned realm from certain doom and yelling at them, you know. Turn that one over in your head a couple times.’
‘That— I— yes. Sound advice, my lady.’
Bowing stiffly, the courier departed, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.
‘By the Light,’ Raine muttered. She sounded as tired as Tyril felt.
‘Every day I think to myself, “the general populace couldn’t possibly grow any more dense”,’ Tyril murmured, watching the terrified courier wobble away, ‘and every day, they find new and fascinating ways to prove me wrong.’
‘Um… Tyril?’
Caught by the horror in her tone, Tyril turned to see a sheepish Raine inspecting her hands. Two smoking, fist-sized holes burned clean through the trailing sleeves of her dress.
She winced. ‘Just how important was that contract with House Moonchaser, again?’
Feeling a headache coming on, Tyril scanned Threep’s letter. His mouth dropped open.
‘Oh! Never mind that — Raine! Threep and Loola are expecting!’
Raine clutched at his hands, giddiness sparkling in her eyes. She squealed.
‘You’re joking. Baby nespers?! How adorable!’ Her eyes bugged in her head. ‘Oh, Gods, wait. An army of Threeps…’
The budding warmth in Tyril’s chest flipped to alarm. ‘Oh no… Oh, we need to start stocking the larder, yesterday.’
Stricken, Raine nodded. ‘I’ll place an order for a few bushels of dried anchovies.’
‘Whatever number you are thinking,’ Tyril said, ‘double it.’
Click here for: [Next - Pt. 3&4]
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Whimsical Walks and Poetic Talks
Valentine's Gift #2 for the wonderful @oh-so-youre-a-nerd! @choicesfandomappreciation
Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x Tulsi (F!MC) (@oh-so-youre-a-nerd)
Book: Desire & Decorum
Word Count: >550
Rating/Warning: General/None
Synopsis: Ernest and Tulsi take a late afternoon walk around Ledford Park.
This art of Ernest and Tulsi is by @liiyaan!
The orange glow of the setting sun bathed Ledford Park in an amber glow, its warmth welcoming Ernest and Tulsi, who had embarked on a leisurely stroll through the newly renovated garden. The bushes, shrubs, and flowers had just begun to show the first signs of life as spring began ushering in a new season, one which would hopefully allow the couple to put the troubles of the past behind them.
Ernest breathed in the brisk, cool air settling around them as dusk threatened its approach. He marveled at the colors painted across the sky and how the rays of sunlight danced along the tops of the trees, holding onto the world around them. It reminded him of a poem he had once read. His lips curled slightly, his mouth opening, but before he could share the words of beauty in question, Tulsi had other ideas.
A whimsical query sparkled in her eyes. "If you were a flower, which one would you be and why?"
Ernest paused in his step, not expecting the question. He shook his head; he should be used to her impulsive questions. His guarded demeanor softened as their pace resumed.
"And keep in mind, there are right answers." She teased, her step light beside him as she eagerly awaited his thoughtful reply.
His free hand pinched the bridge of his nose, his brow furrowing as he considered his response. "If I must participate—"
"You must!"
"I thought as much," Ernest chuckled. "Then, in response to your query, a thistle."
"Go on," Tusli encouraged, waiting for his reasoning.
"A thistle is sharp with a protective exterior," he began, watching her reaction. "Some might even describe them as prickly, and yet, they are resilient and can thrive even when faced with challenges."
"I'll allow it." She pressed a kiss to his cheek, his blush warming her lips. "In some cultures, thistles symbolize devotion, bravery, and strength. You, Mr. Sinclaire, possess all of those."
"My beautiful Tulsi, may I regale you with a poem that I am reminded of this evening?" Ernest requested, his eyes brightening at the prospects.
Tulsi smiled softly, she might not appreciate his poetry as he did, but the way he lit up when speaking those words he held close made every word beautiful. "You may."
His attempt to begin was once more quieted by her words.
"However, as you do, consider what kind of fruit you would be and why," Tulsi added. "Oh, and you cannot say a pineapple. You've already used the prickly on the outside reasoning with the thistle."
Ernest attempted to stifle the chuckle rising in his throat. There was no use arguing logistics with Tulsi over the questions. It would get him nowhere, and he quite liked the enjoyment she found with these inquiries. He nodded his agreement and then began reciting the poem.
The cadence of his voice wove a tapestry of emotions, painting the air with the beauty and complexity of the poem's meaning. Tulsi listened, enchanted by the rhythm of his words and the way Ernest's eyes sparkled with passion as he unraveled the layers of the written art.
They might not find the appeal of the same things, but the love they found in each other, and the appreciation for each other's interests they had, kept their relationship growing with every word they shared.
Thia, I hope you enjoy this little drabble of your Tulsi and Ernest. I hope I captured them in a way that fits your vision. Happy Valentine's Day!
PS-I commissioned the art before I asked about their dynamic 🙈
#ChoicesSecretAdmirer2024#oh-so-youre-a-nerd#gift#choices#playchoices#choices game#playchoices game#ernest sinclaire#ernest sinclarie x mc#desire and decorum#tulsi (dad)#lovealexhunt#storyofmychoices#fan fiction#my commissions#gift commissions#february2024
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Secret Admirer Event—February 2024
Thank you to everyone who dedicated their time and talents to make this event possible! Without all of you, none of this could happen! I know not everyone who wanted to participate was able to, due to time and real life responsibilities, but I hope that you can still help support those who did. I will try to host another secret pal event before long. Maybe something in the spring?
Alphabetical by user name of the giftee Please let me know if you see any errors or any links that are wrong
💖 To: @a-cloud-for-dreams 💛 From: @cowboy-eldritch
Bryce x MC Art
💖 To: @aallotarenunelma 💛 From: @abelflints
Abel x MC Edit
💖 To: @abelflints 💛 From: @hydn-jpg
Lincoln x MC Art
💖 To: @aria-ashryver 💛 From: @aallotarenunelma
Quote Edits #1
Quote Edit #2 + Drawing
💖 To: @cadybear420 💛 From: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
Lucas x MC Art
💖 To: @cowboy-eldritch 💛 From: @peonyblossom
Valax x MC Moodboard
💖 To: @gaiuskamilah
Marya Blades MC Art 💛 From: @storyofmychoices
Nia Video Edit 💛 From: @a-cloud-for-dreams
💖 To: @hydn-jpg 💛 From: @cadybear420
Cas x MC Edits
💖 To: @inlocusmads 💛 From: @vampirkit
Trystan x MC Art
💖 To: @lilyoffandoms 💛 From: @gaiuskamilah
Kieran x MC Art
💖 To: @moominofthevalley 💛 From: @tveitertotwrites
COP MC Moodboards and Picrew
💖 To: @noesapphic 💛 From: @moominofthevalley
Desire & Decorum Moodboard and Playlist
💖 To: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd 💛 From: @storyofmychoices
Wind (LOA) Geometric Art
Ernest x MC art and drabble
💖 To: @peonierose 💛 From: @totojo2
Gabe x MC Art
💖 To: @peonyblossom 💛 From: @inlocusmads
Kit Jackson x MC Art
💖 To: @storyofmychoices 💛 From: @peonierose (Art by @lilyoffandoms)
Mal x MC Drabble + Art
💖 To: @thosehallowedhalls 💛 From: @aria-ashryver
Woven Threads and Winding Roads (Pt 1&2): Five times Tyril attempts to braid Raine’s hair; and one time those threads begin to come together again as they should.
Woven Threads and Winding Roads (Pt3&4)
Tyril x MC Edits
💖 To: @totojo2 💛 From: @noesapphic
Come Back to Me, Detective: After Cameron Rose collapsed after saving Marguerite and the grand reveal of who was the killer all along, Trystan has some thinking to do before Cameron wakes up
💖 To: @tveitertotwrites 💛 From: @lilyoffandoms
Derek x MC (AME) Art
💖 To: @vampirkit 💛 From: @thosehallowedhalls
By Any Other Name (fic): Do Kamilah and Carmilla have anything in common besides some consonants and vowels?
#choicessecretadmirer2024#choicessecretadmirer#choices secret admirer#choices#playchioces#choices game#playchoices game#choices fandom apprecitation#choices fandom
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Happy Valentine's Day to y'all! For this wonderful Secret Admirer this year, I got the honor to draw something for @peonierose :)
I went for a drawing of Gabriel Adalhard and your MC Naya Reese in a sunset,,, I hope you like it!!
#ChoicesSecretAdmirer2024#playchoices#playchoices fanart#immortal desires#gabriel adalhard#gabriel adalhard x mc#gabriel x mc
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Choices Valentine‘s Day Secret Admirer Event
For this years @choicesfandomappreciation I got @storyofmychoices as my secret match for this years Valentine‘s Secret Admirer Event 🥰 Gosh I was so thrilled when I got you as my secret match Dani 🥰
I just wanted to tell you, I have always admired you for your stories and your characters Dani. But especially for the kindness you always spread around. All the kind asks you send (not only to me but to so many other people in our small choices fandom family - as I like to call it -). You go out of your way to make others feel better, I always have some hard days with my anxiety so I appreciate your messages of kindness more than I can ever tell 🩷
I wrote a small fic and I hope it’s okay that I used your characters Mal and Daenarya for this short story 🥰 I really hope I could do them justice 🙈😅
@lilyoffandoms Lily was kind enough to draw this incredible art work 🩷🩷🩷🩷 Lily deserves so much praise and love for making this art work 🥰 I cannot believe how gorgeous it turned out 🥹😍
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I got stars for you
The waves are crashing, sea gulls can be heard and the sun is shining, it’s warmth caressing my skin like a lovers embrace.
Mal and I were having a great day at the beach. I just got us some drinks when I heard a screech, almost sloshing the ale all over me and my sea green bathing suit.
I turn around only to see Mal with a stricken expression. Wondering what could’ve caused his reaction I get closer. Already assessing any threats around us.
When I can’t see anything remotely dangerous I let my gaze travel down to the water where Mal‘s gate went.
When I look down I see a scarlet red starfish on the at the bottom of water.
I snicker.
”Don’t tell me this tiny little starfish has you all scared?“ I take a sip from my ale and hand Mal his, who drinks greedily.
”I am not scared I…got surprised that’s all.“ I watch him over the rim of the glass as he circumvents the starfish at all costs while wading through the water.
”Good to know that if I ever get attacked by a starfish I know who to call.“ I say and Mal gives me a sour expression.
I laugh at his pouty mouth before I give him a gentle kiss. When we break off our kiss, I look into his dark brown eyes who are like two dark crystal orbs, that shine with laughter and love for me.
This right here is our time. And I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone but Mal.
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Happy Valentine's @a-cloud-for-dreams ! For the Choices Secret Admirer 2024 event, organized by @choicesfandomappreciation !
A bit delayed, but I wanted to make sure it's all coloured first. I had fun painting your MC! :)
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HAPPY VALENTINES @inlocusmads
I am your secret admirer!! hehe
Nora x Trystan! THEY WERE SO FUN TO DRAW I ADOREE NORA'S EYE SCAR! and i hope you enjoy this (it was inspired by a post of yours), have a good day :))
for @choicesfandomappreciation valentines event
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Dear Choices Secret Admirer aka @gaiuskamilah
I know I am RIDICULOUSLY late to submit for the event, I really wanted to earlier but life threw some stuff at me. I was debating between submitting this even later with multiple gifts (specifically including your Guinevere pairings) or submitting it as a two-parter(?) but I didn't want you to think I forgot about you so I decided to share this edit now. I can hopefully find time to submit another gift to your inbox directly. Thank you so much for your patience (and @choicesfandomappreciation) for my late responses to your messages I didn't mean to cause a panic 😭)
I was super excited when I got you as my secret admirer because I love your blog sm I remember a while ago I was spam liking your bloodbound metas and I was like "they're so cool and observant!!" One of my favorites is the one explaining the Jewish influence on Bloodbound/subversion of the vampire trope because it was a refreshing shift in perspective for the book and vampire-related media in general. Sorry for my ramblings lol, you're a super cool creator and I hope we can interact more soon!
Nia Ellarious Edit
Note: I did post this on my TikTok because that’s where I always post my edits but if you want me to private/delete it, please tell me! This is your gift so I don’t want to go against your wishes
#playchoices#choicesfandomappreciation#ChoicesSecretAdmirer2024#pretty people edits 💕#nia ellarious#blades of light and shadow
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Ballroom Playlist & Moodboard
I’m so happy to finally be able to post this! My secret pal was @noesapphic for the @choicesfandomappreciation event! Below I made a fancy schmancy mood board and a wee ballroom playlist I’d like to imagine Marianna and Ernest dance to :’) I hope you like it!
(Weird little music history fact: Mozart was a…humorous guy. He wrote poems and letters about farts…to his FAMILY who also loved the occasional fart joke).
*Another fun fact! Sonata No. 16 in C Major is used a lot in Choices stories as background music. I am ninety-nine percent sure haha.
Sonata No. 16 in C Major, Mozart
Sauteuse in Dm/F
The Sussex Waltz, Mozart
Badinerie, Bach
The Skaters’ Waltz, Andre Rieu
The Blue Danube Waltz, Strauss
Ave Maria, Bach
Étude Op. 25, No. 1 in A-flat major, Chopin
Ballade No. 4 in F Minor, Chopin
Piano Concerto No. 1 in C Major, Beethoven
Poco Sostenuto - Vivace, Beethoven
Symphony No. 4 in C Major (‘Jupiter’), Mozart
Eine Kleine Nachtmuski, Mozart
#ChoicesSecretAdmirer2024#desire and decorum#moodboard#1800s#regency#Mozart#Bach#symphonies#concertos#choices#choices stories you play
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