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a maxwell beaumont campaign

when the Beaumonts can’t afford color printing…

i spent 2 hours on this trash,,,pls give us the boy 😭  @playchoices​

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You're still Scottish in my eyes, no matter your country of birth/parentage, it's what's in your heart that counts 💙

Girl, where in Scotland do you live? I stay in Glasgow

I’m up north of Aberdeen 💙 awesome to meet another Scot

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I licked Craig because I needed to 😂

I wrestled Violet because I’m sexy. 😂

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I hope you enjoy this soft ice cream! 🍦 Just something sweet and light to enjoy... before tomorrow's TRR Coronation Ball chapter makes all of our hearts heavy with anxiety... 😭

Aww you're too sweet... Here's some ice cream for you too 🍦can't believe it's Friday already, been offline for a week as I can't sit at laptop (neck strain) excited for TRR tonight 😁

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Wait, I'm not the only Scottish person in the choices fandom? Nice!

Ooh yay there's more of us? Mini Scottish group hug 🙌💙

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Girl, where in Scotland do you live? I stay in Glasgow

I'm up north of Aberdeen 💙 awesome to meet another Scot

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This is what I mentioned on the diamonds post… I think this is a really cool idea 🎨

Send us a piece of fanart featuring our monthly theme, and we will give you 10 hearts for each piece (up to 3 pieces/30 hearts a month)! We will also select a few pieces every month for a showcase, and those artists will receive an additional 100 hearts!

June’s theme was Space Explorers, and you can see the showcase here!

For submissions to this month’s theme, please view the exact instructions here. Make sure you follow the instructions carefully, or this offer is invalid (and we really want to be able to send you hearts)!

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Or how about contests to win diamonds? I just started playing the Lovestruck app and they have a fanart contest to win hearts, their diamond equivalent... Given the talent I've seen here for art, that would be really cool 😎

On the Diamond Problem

Whoops, did I start something with my semi facetious post? Okay, time to offer some solutions.

1. Limit premium options to one per chapter. If we’re going to recruit someone, that’s it. If there’s a fancy outfit, that’s it. If there’s an opportunity to romance someone further, that’s it. I don’t want to spend 20 diamonds on a dress and then 15 diamonds to cheer up my friends and 15 more diamonds to go out with my beau, all before the chapter is over.

2. Limit how many premium options are consequential choices. I don’t want to pay diamonds to have to save a character’s life. That’s not fair. The stories should encourage intelligent choices from us. It’s choices story you play, not choices story you pay, as someone pointed out in the tags. (If that was you, I’m sorry for stealing your joke.)

2. Give us some outfits for free again!! Please! We’re all sick of the black tank top/jeans and little black dress! The basic blue outfit in Hero is soon to follow, I feel.

3. Ads. Let us watch an ad or a few per day for diamonds. 

4. Offers. Some apps let you complete offers for small amounts of the premium currency. I’m not big on this, though, since the offers are usually… fishy.

5. @zigstacy and @flirting-with-psychology brought up a subscription option. How about, if one pays a certain amount, one could unlock all of the diamond choices for a week? or a month?

6. What if one could pay a flat rate at the beginning of a book to unlock all of the choices within that book? The premium book subscription. I love Endless Summer, I would pay to unlock all of the choices in a heartbeat. This would allow users to pick their favorite books.

7. What if we could pay a flat rate to have unlimited keys for a week?

8. Or, a small amount to regenerate keys faster for a bit? Pay x amount, now you earn keys once an hour for a week.

Are any of these worth considering, @playchoices ?

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Y'all, look what @heart-drake made for me! Beeeeeautiful new icon of my happy couple! 😋💙

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I am in awe of your writing, the way you make the images come to life, the characters, the emotions... the pain, it always leaves me wanting more���

Until Morning - Drake x MC (A Royal Romance)

[A little note: I was inspired by one of my favorite songs, [Echos - Take] she has an amazing voice and I wanted to write something while it’s still stuck in my head. Surprise surprise, thus another Drake x MC piece ensues.]

[Summary: For most people waking in Cordonia, the morning brings hopeful expectation for what a new day will bring. For MC and Drake, the morning brings something else, a bitterness of remembering and erasing the memories from the night before.]

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And I know I would feel defeated If I looked into your eyes You’re just a character I’ve painted In a script I over analyze

She would give without him asking. Give everything until there was nothing left to give. Her laughter, her smile, her happiness - her heart. She would give them freely just to see his lips curve into that familiar half smile she has grown to cherish, and accustomed to adore in its rare occurrences. She would give everything for him to make her forget where they were, to put as much distance as she could between them and castle walls.

He would give her late night kisses and early morning goodbyes. He would touch her skin with the same gentleness he uses to touch her heart. Give her what he cannot say out loud. Trail his lips across every smooth plane of skin as if it were silk, and he was the string that held it together. He would touch every part of her and listen to her sharp intake of breath until their lips touched, until their hands have forgotten to be gentle. Until their needy moans mingle together, and hasty fingers explored everywhere inch of skin, everywhere their eyes traveled. And everywhere his curious fingers touch; echoes their impatience, their demand of loneliness to be quelled with the desire of company, her company.

When they are finally alone, pulling and twisting until their itch to be skin against skin becomes a reality, they are whole. They are free.

He would give her the happiness she wanted, without being the burden others have been.

She would take his heart. Mold it into something she could love, something she could hold onto when their arguments subside. When they are caught up with being angry instead of experiencing the elation of wanton desires, the buzzing joy of isolation. Where passion and affection blurs and colours hues of unity, until they become an indescribable whole.

She would take his kisses - his touch, and learn to live again. 

He would take her heart. Carve himself inside of it, until he was convinced that nothing else mattered. Nothing else needed to matter. He would take all the uncertainty, her capricious nature - grasping with steady hands and survive the fall, until she couldn’t let go, until he never wanted to let go. And every passing night they spend together is the amity he longs for. Before he resigns himself to curling behind her, resting his chin by the crook of her shoulder and stare at the open window’s dying moonlight. His eyes would slide close and in the corner of his mind, he is reminded of the sunshine waiting in the morning. The ascending light that threatens their perfect peace.

He would take her kisses - her touch, and learn to love again.

It is almost enough. Enough for them both, the hours they spend that dissolves into the moments of in between before morning rises, because as evening becomes dawn everything changes.

I hate the hue of the dark sun Reminds me that tomorrow will come And that I’m nothing but an outline Searching for fragments of your outline

She hears the dip inside his bed before her eyes travel towards his naked back, and the scratches she’s made with brash fingernails during the night before burns brightly as remnants of what they mean to each other behind closed doors. His bitter smile would stop hers from curving and reaching out before he could draw distance between them. Once again as he searches for his clothes, she’s reminded of what the morning brings.

She doesn’t stop him from finding the scattered clothing forgotten in their haste, and he yanks them on with terse impatience. She waits a beat to follow, rising to drag the sheets around her shoulders only to close her eyes and wish it was still evening. She listens to his quiet fumbling until he’s disappeared into the bathroom.

She dresses slower, taking each moment to shove her trepidation at bay. Leaving in the morning is always harder than deciding to stay at night. She remembers faintly, the sound of his voice inside her ear and the whispers of devotion they utter in the moment. She remembers distant words they exchanged; three words in their messy entanglement of sinking into one another. Her hands shake a little and falter at the thought, but she knows she has no right to repeat them aloud. To ask for more, to long for more. She wants to give him everything, and take everything.

When she turns, she’s caught by surprise that he’s been watching her, and not with dark pupils that promises a night of passion, but with a vulnerability and a longing that makes her think he wants the same.  

He wants more than a few hours at night with her. He wants days, weeks and months. He wants years of tucking her by his side and inhaling her musky scent after falling over in exhaustion. He remembers the words they exchanged as clearly as he remembers the first time he’s called her by her first name. He wants to give her everything, and take everything.

His mouth opens to speak and he watches her eyes widen in alarm before stubbornly slamming shut.

As his eyes skirt towards the window, he watches the sunlight that spills through its wooden hinges and basks her in a soft after glow. He remembers that he doesn’t have the right to ask for more.

When their eyes meet again, their gazes are no longer filled with promises they fall asleep to. The loneliness they feel expands with every passing minute, locked in a battle of willpower until they both glance away. 

She mumbles a curt farewell and ignores the sound of her heart sinking, stumbling towards his front door. She takes her time, hoping he’ll say something, stop her in some fashion but he doesn’t.

Instead, he waits until he can no longer see her to utter harsh expletives under his breath and sinks back into tangled sheets, conscious of her presence lingering long after she’s gone.

When you left me on the outside Thinking I could deal Your silence takes me under It was impossible to heal

You take what you want

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The Sophomore Icons ↴

↠ Zig - Football theme ↞

↳ More Choices Icons ↲

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You’re too sweet @mariathecoices😊 I’m really glad that you like it 💕

Thank you so much to @heart-drake for this amazing work! Thank you ❤️

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This is perfect, obviously I love Drake... but the way you have written Liam, oh my heart breaks for him and it’s easy to feel for him completely in this, it’s beautifully painful. This could very easily be the outcome if MC chooses Drake and Liam would be justified to feel betrayed. Aaahhh I’m not prepared for what lies ahead🙈

36. and 43. for Dialogue prompts, with Drake x MC, pretty please? 💕

Thanks for the prompt @storiesbehindyoureyes! 

ANGST WARNING: This is a sorta-AU set during the last chapter. I’ve seen a lot of fics with Liam being incredibly gracious when he finds out about Drake and MC (I’ve written them myself), but he’s only human and I can’t imagine how much it would hurt him. Honestly, I’m slightly terrified for the next chapters. 

36 - “Tell me I’m wrong.”

43 - “Are you drunk?”

Special thanks to @blazerina for encouraging me to get this finished! :)

Late at night, the grounds of House Beaumont are quiet and dark. Liam takes advantage of the peace to walk through the vineyards alone with his thoughts. He can scarcely believe that soon he’s going to have to choose a bride, a wife…a queen. His thoughts drift from suitor to suitor but always return to Louisa. Is she up to the challenge of being queen? He believes she can do anything, but he’s acutely aware of the trials this life brings. Leo’s mother abandoned her husband and child, breaking under the pressure. Does he have any right to ask Louisa to take on a life like this? Can he choose someone he loves but who is inexperienced and potentially unprepared for the duties of the crown? Or should he choose someone more “appropriate” who understands this world, but will only ever be a partner and never truly someone he loves?

Liam sighs as the answers to his questions escape him. He keeps walking the grounds, lost in his thoughts. It’s only as he approaches the house that the sound of hushed voices interrupts his reverie.

“We can’t meet like this again. I have to tell him.”

Drake? Liam steps quietly toward the open window that his friend’s voice drifts out from.

“I know.”

Liam starts as he recognizes Louisa’s voice. A sinking feeling begins tugging at his heart. He leans over slightly and peeks in the window and through the sheer curtains that are waving gently in the cool breeze, he sees them.

Drake and Louisa are lying on the bed together. They’re fully clothed but that doesn’t diminish the intimacy between them. Drake holds Louise close to his side. One of his hands absently runs through her hair while the other hand rests on her waist, his thumb making lazy circles on the strip of exposed skin at the bottom edge of her t-shirt. Their legs are tangled together and Louisa’s fingers drift over Drake’s chest and neck, as though she can’t stop touching him.

Liam rears backward, their betrayal hitting him like a freight train. No.

“I want you, Louisa.” Drake’s words are dagger in Liam’s heart, but still he can’t seem to look away.

“I think…I think I’m falling in love with you” Drake continues in a soft voice, his grip on Louisa’s waist tightening as he pulls her even closer, “and I don’t regret a single thing that’s happened tonight, but we have to tell Liam before anything else happens.”

“You’re right,” Louisa sighs, “You’re right and I think I’m falling for you too, Drake.” She looks up at him with such incredibly affection that Liam has to bite his lip from crying out. Neither Drake nor Louisa move from their lover’s embrace and after a moment Louisa’s hand comes up and she runs a finger along Drake’s lower lip. Liam watches as Drake bites her finger gently before ducking his head and capturing her lips in a tender, passionate kiss.

Liam stumbles away from the window. No. No. God, no. How can they do this? He wanders into the house, not really seeing where’s he’s going. He ends up in the Beaumont library. Numb as he is, his mind remembers this place and where Bertrand keeps the good whiskey.

Not even bothering to turn on the light, Liam cross the moonlit room and pulls a bottle out of the globe-shaped bar cart. He pours himself a finger of whiskey with a shaking hand. He swallows it down in one go and pours another. Even as he slings it back, he’s sure not even the strongest drink in the world will be able to erase the image of Louisa wrapped around Drake and kissing him with such love and tenderness or the sound of Drake telling Louisa he’s falling in love with her. How could they?

Ditching the glass, Liam takes the whiskey bottle by the neck and stumbles over to a chair in a darkened corner of the library. He feels sick, his stomach churning like a stormy sea. His best friend and the girl he loves. How could they? The thought reverberates in his mind again and again. Taking a swig from the bottle, Liam suddenly hears someone whistling softly from outside the library doors. The tune is an old jazz standard and the lyrics swirl through Liam’s mind as the whistling gets closer.

My yesterday was blue, dearToday I’m a part of you, dearMy lonely nights are through, dearSince you said you were mine

A moment later, Drake appears in the doorway. In the dim light, Liam can make out a contented smile on his (former?) best friend’s face. The happiness radiating from Drake changes the sick feeling in Liam’s stomach into a ball of burning anger. He watches as Drake, still whistling, searches through the bottles. He’s happy. He and Louisa have ruined my life and he’s happy.

“You’re too late,” Liam says bitterly, swigging once again from the bottle.

Drake jumps, startled, “Jesus, Liam! What are you doing sitting here in the dark?”

“Drinking to forget something that cannot be forgotten.”

“Oh, god. Are you drunk, Liam?” Drake asks, stepping closer to him. “You always get weirdly poetic when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. Not yet. But my god, I wish I was,” Liam seethes. 

Drake squints at him in the dark, “What’s going on, Liam?”

“You and Louisa,” Liam accuses, his voice low and angry.

“What?” Drake’s eyes widen. “What about me and Louisa?”

“What do you think, Drake? I saw you. I saw the two of you…together.” That sick feeling is back and Liam swallows hard against the bile rising in his throat.

“I…I don’t…” Drake hedges, avoiding Liam’s gaze.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Please, tell me I’m wrong,” Liam begs, desperate for Drake to tell him that this all some sort of nightmare. 

“Liam…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Drake murmurs, guilt and pain written across his face. Liam’s eyes slide shut. The whiskey in his stomach threatens to come back up. How could they? 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Liam.” 

Liam opens his eyes to see Drake standing before him. He looks utterly broken, staring at the floor, a glisten of unshed tears in his eyes. But suddenly, Liam feels no compassion for the man before him, the man he once considered a brother. A cold feeling steals over Liam’s heart as he comes to his feet unsteadily.

“I need you to leave, Drake.”

Drake’s eyes fly up to meet Liam’s. “Liam, no. Please don’t.”

“I need you to leave. You and Louisa both. I can’t handle this right now. I have a decision to make and your betrayal…” he lets the word linger between them, watches Drake flinch visibly at it, “has made my life infinitely more difficult.”

“Liam, we didn’t…”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me? You did. Your intentions are irrelevant. I may be able to forgive you…one day, but right now you need to go.”

Liam steps around Drake and walks out the door wondering where he’s supposed to go from here.

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Dear Choices Fan's on Instagram

(yeah that rhymed, i’m a boss ass bitch, i know) look. let’s just acknowledge that you all are reading this considering you took a screenshot of my work (and of course, MANY OTHERS) without credit.

i can’t draw worth a piece of shit, but we have TOOOOO MANY talented people in this fandom like YESSS slay my life ladies (and gents). they work HARD on their illustrations and to have someone repost it without credit isn’t right. (maybe that’s why they watermark all their work now right? right?) it’s simple ok, CREDIT THEM.

then we have the writers and the poem creators. all you have to do is WRITE THEIR USERNAME in your caption. we can’t really watermark our work, but bet your ass i’ll be dropping my username in a random location between the “and” and the “but” in every other paragraph if i have too.

i’ve seen a lot of insta users saying, “credit to tumblr” like nahhhHhhhhh TUMBLR ain’t do this. I DID. it took you 15 seconds to copy and paste our work. so take an extra 15 seconds and CREDIT US.

now, who’s excited for the chapters today? 😊

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Hey guys, there are people on insta that are stealing post like :fanfics,memes,arts from people on tumblr and not giving credit or saying that this is not theirs , there are a couple of accounts that do that even tho i told some they dont stop. So i need everyone to go report them or just talk to them politely (if they will listen) cause people put effort and time on their stuff and are not getting credit

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i guess things didn’t go so well for drake after trr

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You're very welcome 😄 they look so cute together, I'm glad you like it 💕

Thank you very much @heart-drake for my gorgeous new icon!