#PlayChoices

[javsarts]

I have a type in fantasy games: Mages and Elves

I am weak for them

[gaiuskamilah]

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[nifaraswife]

The people are rioting (300+ comments in under 12 hours)

[the-unconquered-queen]

B2 ch 17 and b3 ch 13 my beloveds

[storyofmychoices]

A simple gift, but every fold holds a thought of you.

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm obsessed with @weetlebeetle's cheebs so I was glad to find a pairing that fit this one too! Look at them!!! Aerin's little shy, nervous smile. Nyx not really sure what to do. It's so perfectly them.

Nyx is a nurturer of nature. They've spent the past couple decades using their magic to try to heal the Deadwoods inch by inch. They treasure nature so they would never accept cut flowers as a gift. They find that wasteful. Knowing that, Aerin created a paper rose for Nyx from one of his books. <3

[rjschoicesstuff]

Hellooo @where-the-wind-travels I'm your secret admirer this year!

I ended up doing pieces for both Raida x Jax (only now I'm noticing tht u included Adrian too VDVDGS I hope it's ok I did just th 2 of them) and Darlene x Giselle

I hope I did everyone justice!!

I loveeed their prom looks so I drew those too, a bit moar simplified tho

I also read that Darlene helped Giselle find her style and stuff so I thought it'd be cute to draw them as that one meme pic hehe

@choicesfandomappreciation

[jerzwriter]

Happy Valentine's Day from Tobias & Casey

These two don't need a holiday to turn on the romance; they're crazy about each other 24/7, 365! But they love to turn up the volume a little on Valentine's Day, and they have a little tradition they both love.

Each year, they buy each other multiple cards, each more depraved "them" than the next. But amongst the naughty cards, there is always one that expresses their deep love for one another, too.

This year's cards are under the cut! Thank you to @weetlebeetle for the adorable commission! Participating in @februarychoiceschallenge2025 - Prompt: Lust

(Mature content below)

Tobias's cards for Casey:

Casey's cards for Tobias:

@choicesficwriterscreations @openhearfanart

[princepotatosack]

[lilyoffandoms]

Flynn x Angel for @pansexy-choices-the-sequal

Hello! Hi! I’m your Secret Admirer.

I love your art! And I have enjoyed learning more about some of your MCs over the course of last week’s MC event. Thanks for sharing them with us and being a part of our little fandom!!

I debated a good long while which of your top three to go with because they are all from some of my favorite books. Ultimately decided on VoS because I always always love drawing for that book and have been on a recent months long obsession with my MC from it.

So I did this version below first because I would have bet good money you used the sprite with a bit of facial hair but then I realized you didn’t 😅 but I drew it so have this version as well.

I hope you enjoy one or both versions and know that you are amazing!

Event Tag: ​@choicesfandomappreciation (Secret Admirer Valentine’s Day Exchange)

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @dutifullynuttywitch @loreofyore @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction

[gaiuskamilah]

and this is the only immortality you and i may share, my love

[the-unconquered-queen]

Just having a bit of fun looking at the lack of continuity across the Blades series when it comes to Aerin's eyes.

Because you've got book 1:

Where we're looking at a pale brown color. In real life, this might be called hazel even without flecks of green or blue in them.

Then you've got book 2:

Now, between books 1 and 2, they are almost identical. So much so that I was driving myself crazy trying to figure out if I was imagining a difference. But several massive zoom-ins later (I have better ss if anyone needs to verify this science), I can confirm that they are not, with his book 2 eyes being slightly more green-leaning. This seems deeper into hazel territory to me.

But then, there's book 3:

No need for massive zoom-ins. It is plainly visible that his eyes are changed to a clay brown color. There is no longer room for debate on whether they might be hazel or not with this new shade, and this is when the narration canonizes his eye color as brown, because I don't recall there being comments about it before they noticeably changed it to this.

But then, the book 3 CG:

I just think it's interesting that the eye color in the CG more closely resembles the past ones, like the change didn't happen. You know what does seem to sort of match the b3 change?

The book 2 CG:

It's still not quite the mid-shade brown of book 3, but it's not quite the colors of his book 1 or 2 sprites.

The point of this is that Aerin has the grounds be one of those people who, when asked about their eye color, can go

Because them mfs apparently change color based on his mood. Or, @enby-ernhardt's funnier, complementary explanation,

[storyofmychoices]

Mal Volari: "The sign says free, but we both know mine are priceless."

Daenarya: "That’s quite the declaration, Mr. Magnificent. Maybe I’ll just have to claim that kiss to see for myself!" *leans in to kiss him, then pulls back at the last second* "—but maybe later —"*starts to leave as Mal pouts but then she turns back quickly and kisses him breathless*

When I first saw this pose it absolutely screamed Mal and Daenarya and I absolutely had to have it for them. I can't thank the amazing and wonderful @weetlebeetle enough for another amazing artwork!

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage]

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Was too busy this year to work on any new Valentine's Day fics... so I thought I'd revisit Mal and Autumn's first Whitetower Festival of Love and Friendship ❤️ I love my sillies 🥰

A Whitetower Festival

Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Mal Volari x Autumn Nightbloom, Wren Volari x Vivi Volari

Rating: Teen (fluff)

Word count: 1900

@choicesfebruary2024 for Eros, pragma

Summary: Mal and Autumn enjoy their first Whitetower festival of friendship and love surrounded by friends and family.

Quote by the wonderful @aallotarenunelma thank you my friend I absolutely adore it! 🥰

Mal awakens to the sounds of boisterous laughter rising up from the children’s bedrooms a floor below. A quick glance at the beautiful woman sleeping next to him confirms his suspicion, Autumn could sleep through a bloody earthquake undisturbed! Chuckling, he places a soft kiss onto her forehead before gently disentangling himself.

Today would be a busy day.

It was Whitetower’s annual festival of friendship and love, a joyous celebration filled with music, storytelling, dancing and tasty foods from across the realm.

Mal had always enjoyed the festivities.

As a child, he’d dart between the rows upon rows of market stalls filling the main streets, stealing sweets to bring back to his sister Wren and the other orphans. Wren loved the candied lollipops while he favored the caramel-filled chocolate figurines of the Lovers Ittar and Bakshi, only sold on such a special day. He’d wander around for hours under the flickering lights of lanterns, captivated by the riveting tales of adventures and star-crossed lovers sung by bards across the public plazas. The annual festival was one of the few times he’d truly felt like a kid.

As an adult his enjoyment had shifted to the rowdy inns and drunken debauchery – drinking and swindling lordlings of their coins at card games, dancing the night away in the company of pretty ladies and the occasional Contessa.

This year he had very different reasons to look forward to the celebrations. It was the first he would spend with Autumn. And the first they’d share with the children they were caring for at the orphanage. Mal and Autumn had enlisted the help of Nia, Wren and Vivi to help them watch over the dozen rowdy children so they could all enjoy the festival’s offerings.

He quickly dresses and bounds down the stairs from their attic bedroom. He’s met by a whirlwind of tiny bodies and limbs greeting him and tugging at his clothes for attention, all talking at once about dreams they had last night, a game of knights and dragons they wanted him to join in on, if they could have pancakes - no, eggs - for breakfast…

“Well good morning to you too!” Mal chuckles as he guides them towards the kitchen and sets upon preparing breakfast, fielding excited questions about the festival.

“Good morning children!”

“Morning miss Autumn!”

Autumn makes her way towards Mal, stopping to hug and affectionately greet the children.

“You didn’t wake me, again. I see you’re not making your Heroes of Morella pancakes this morning?” She wraps her arms around him, peering over at the stove.

“Morning Kit, figured you could use the extra sleep.” He kisses her lightly, distracted by the eggs and sausages sizzling in various large skillets “And those pancakes are the one thing you can do better than me in the kitchen, I figured I’d let you have that little victory.”

“I see your ego’s still bruised from that particular defeat. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to remind you of it every single morning, your magnificence.” Autumn smirks as she reaches for the coffee.

“Now see, for my pride to be wounded it would’ve had to have been a fair fight –”

He turns around and takes her in, almost dropping the skillet.

“Kit, you’re…”

Mal swallows, momentarily at a loss for words as Autumn twirls gracefully, showing off a new red satin dress she bought specifically for the festival, delicate lace worked up the sleeves and bodice.

“Speechless my love?” She teases, trailing a finger along his jaw. “Am I beautiful, stunning, the most striking woman you’ve laid eyes on? To think you once won me over with your silver tongue!”

He quickly recovers, pulling her close.

“Kit, you’re all of those things and more. You’re absolutely ravishing in that little number. In fact, I think I’m going to march you right back up to the bedroom, festival be damned.” He whispers before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, hands tracing the lacy detailing along the bodice.

“In front of the children, brother, really?”

Wren chides from the doorway, moving aside to let her wife Vivi and Nia in. The children run over to greet the familiar faces.

“Priestess Nia, look at my light orb! I’ve been practicing just like you showed me!” Young Daniel produces a bright white orb of magic, proudly floating it high above him.

“Good job! You’ve been working on your breathing exercises, Daniel, I’m very proud of you.” Nia beams down at the smiling child, as Lini and Matt approach her, creating their own small orbs to show her their progress.

“Miss Vivi, did you bring us any of your honey almond sweet rolls?” The twins Navina and Nico ask excitedly.

“Miss Wren, will you teach us how to draw again?” Little Mia looks up at Wren, smiling shyly.

Mal waves at them from the kitchen, busily plating the breakfast while Autumn joins the onslaught, wrapping each woman in a warm hug before ushering everyone over to the dinning table.

After an animated breakfast, the gang heads out towards the festival.

“I see you’ve dressed for the occasion!” Wren smiles, taking in Autumn’s bright red dress.

The adults walk up a busy street lined with vibrant market stalls, keeping a close eye as the children excitedly run up and down the stalls, playing tag and marvelling at the colourful foods and wares. Mal and Nia stop at a few stalls teeming with candies to purchase treats for the children.

“I wanted to surprise your brother. You know he’s been talking about this festival for weeks?”

“Judging by what we interrupted this morning it seems to have worked!"

Autumn smirks "He was quite... appreciative."

"My dear, you could wear a burlap sac and my brother would still find you the prettiest woman in the realm."

The three women giggle at the thought.

"You know, Mal always enjoyed Whitetower’s celebrations. Those were some of the few days where we could just relax and have a bit of fun."

Autumn's heart twists as she thinks of Mal and Wren's difficult childhood. Vivi gives her wife's hand a soft squeeze.

Wren kisses her before continuing, "Did he tell you he’d sneak me out of the orphanage and steal the most delicious sweets? We’d sit down by that fountain over there stuffing our faces. I spent hours marvelling at the pretty women dancing, twirling around in their colourful dresses.” She grins at the memories.

“Those pretty women impressed you so much you up and married one!” Vivi jokes, planting a soft kiss on her wife’s lips.

“True, I went and found the prettiest of all and tricked her into falling in love with me."

"No trickery required when one is as charming, talented, gorgeous as you, my love."

Autumn smiles as the two women share a tender moment.

“Wren, I’m so glad you and Mal had each other growing up. And that you and Vivi found each other later in life. You’ve endured your share of hardships, but you created such a loving family.”

“And we’re glad you’ve been patient enough to endure our Mal! I had given up hope he’d ever find someone to settle down with. You are family too, you know? Even though my goofball of a brother hasn’t grown a pair yet to officialise it.”

Wren grins widely at Autumn’s rapidly flushing cheeks.

“Wren, we live together, are literally running an orphanage together. Can’t get much more official than that…”

“Sure.” Wren and Vivi share an amused look.

Just then, Mal approaches, a hand behind his back and a mischievous smile touching his lips.

“Kit, close your eyes and open your mouth.”

She looks at him suspiciously but oblidges.

She gasps at the burst of flavours hitting her tastebuds, the richness of chocolate mixing with salty caramel.

“Hmm this is heaven.”

She sighs as he hands her another small chocolate statuette sculpted to resemble the lovers Ittar and Bakshi.

“These are my absolute favorite! I’d wait all year to steal them as a kid.”

“Please tell me you actually purchased these ones?”

“Naturally, Kit, wouldn’t want to be a bad example to the children!” Mal winks.

“You mean a worse example than you already are, recounting your heists as bedtime stories!”

“They love my stories!”

“And they’ll want to follow your example.”

“But see, that’s where you and Nia explain to them how virtuous heroes always win and voila – no harm done!”

Mal flashes her a devilish grin and takes her hand before she can argue any further, pulling her towards an open area where Nia and some of the children are dancing to the lively music of a bard.

He expertly twirls her around the plaza, then dips her, delighting in Autumn’s melodious laugh. They lock eyes, losing themselves in the moment, gliding along to the joyous rhythm of the melody.

"You know, Mal, this could quite possibly be the first dance we share where we're not in mortal danger."

"Kit you may be right. I hope this isn't too boring for your tastes?"

She smiles at him, "Nah, this is perfect."

He steals a kiss as the last melodious notes echoe across the square.

They change partners, Autumn starting a vivacious jig with Nia as he lifts little Lini, spinning the giggling girl around. Wren and Vivi join in, sharing a tender dance before joining hands with several of the children in one large circle dance. The group spends the following hours dancing, laughing, playing games with the children and trying all manner of sweets.

As the sun sets, they gather around the main square’s large fountain, smiling contentedly, bodies and minds satiated. Some of the younger children start yawning, the day’s excitement finally catching up to them.

They part ways with Wren, Vivi and Nia, Mal and Autumn carrying little Lini and Mia home as the other children run ahead, chattering happily if a little more subdued.

Once all the children are tucked in, Mal ushers Autumn up to their bedroom and onto the rooftop. He lays down thick blankets and takes her into his arms as they settle down with contented sighs.

The soft notes of a romantic ballad waft up from the festivities down below. Above them, the night sky is alit with thousands of twinkling stars.

“I’ve been wanting to steal some time alone with you all day, kit… and get you out of that beautiful dress the moment I saw you in it.” He smiles, tracing his fingers lightly along the lace down her arm and bodice, making her shiver.

“I take it you enjoyed your present?” Autumn smiles sweetly at him, reaching up to kiss him softly.

“If by enjoyed you mean tortured every second of the day that I couldn’t whisk you away, rip it off and kiss you breathless, then yes, Autumn, I very much enjoyed my present.” Mal chuckles, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

“It does feels like we don’t have much time to ourselves these days. Though the children had such a wonderful time today. As did I. And it was lovely to spend time with your sister, Vivi and Nia.”

Mal gazes down at her, suddenly a little hesitant.

“Autumn, I realize that I started this orphanage while you were… trapped away… I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated in any way if this is not the life you had imagined for yourself.”

“Mal, look at me,” she cups his face gently, “I am exactly where I want to be, with whom I want to spend my life with. Taking care of these children with you fills me with such joy and a sense of purpose. I love you, and I love this life we are building together. Don’t you ever doubt it.”

“Gods I was hoping you’d say that.” Mal murmurs relieved, capturing her lips in another fiery kiss.

They continue to share loving kisses long into the night, lulled by the gentle music floating up from Whitetower’s celebrations.

[rustyharveysbox]

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"

The asylum they raised me in:

[jerzwriter]

A Valentine's Day Experiment

Thank you to @weetlebeetle, the creator of this adorable commission of Ethan and Kaycee. In my HC, Kaycee is NOT much of a cook, but when she decides to cook a special dinner for Ethan on Valentine's Day, how do things turn out?

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: Teen Words: 1,121 A/N: Participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Valentine's Day Event and @februarychoiceschallenge2025 - Prompt: Lust.

Ethan Ramsey had never been a fan of Valentine's Day, and he found it imperative that everyone knew it.

"It's capitalist nonsense!" He declared, pouring over the morning paper. "A scheme to convince feeble-minded fools that they're unloved if their partner doesn't send them grotesquely overpriced roses on February 14th, no other day, just that day will do. And, preferably, at work so that everyone can see."

Kaycee was seated at his side, calmly sipping her tea. She was used to this annual proclamation; she honestly found it amusing by now, and she knew it by heart. She playfully mouthed the words as he continued, believing she'd go undetected.

"If I bring sunflowers home on September 18th, does that mean I love you less? No, it doesn't!" He lowered his glasses on the bridge of his nose the moment he caught his beloved mocking him, but his incredulous glare left her giggling with delight.

"Babe, can I just record this? Please. Not only could we hit replay every year, but I'm sure I could turn this into a viral TikTok!"

That earned his further consternation. "Another ridiculous tradition! The social media posts declaring undying love to the 'perfect' partner we all heard them call a son-of-a-bitch at the coffee station not twenty minutes before."

"Did you get it all out of your system now, love?" she teased so adorably that even the crabby doctor found himself grinning. "I know your position by now, and frankly, it's a little hypocritical if you ask me."

That got his attention. "Hypocritical! How?"

"Because you've gone out of your way to make every one of our Valentine's Days special."

"Ah!" he replied, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "That's because you don't expect the nonsense or overpriced flowers. You simply enjoy spending the day together."

"Damn right!" She insisted. "I'd be pissed if you dropped $100 on a dozen roses when you know what I really want costs a whole lot less."

Ethan chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading on his lips as his hand landed on her thigh beneath the table. "Costs less? It's free, and I try to provide that to you on a daily basis."

"I wasn't talking about... that," she laughed. "I meant my traditional Valentine's Day cupcakes!"  

He had to smile. This was just one reason he loved her so much. She didn't need fancy things – fancy things he'd honestly be happy to provide for her. But she preferred the simple things - cupcakes, snuggles, perhaps a rom-com – and then those "free" activities they both adored.

"How could I ever forget?" He said, placing a gentle kiss on her temple.

"Well, I've got the day off, so I'm preparing a Valentine's surprise for you tonight," she beamed. "Just make sure you're home from work at a decent hour."

With a promise like that, he made sure he complied. Leaving Edenbrook Hospital the moment his shift ended, he stepped into his condo just after the clock struck six. He was intrigued as he entered the door. A distinct aroma greeted him; it wasn't bad... but something was off. Garlic, rosemary, and... was that cinnamon? His brow, then he saw her.

Kaycee stood in the kitchen, her golden hair cascading over her apron, stopping just above the words Kiss the Cook spelled out in garish, bright pink letters.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" she squealed, rushing over to kiss him. "I made dinner!"

Ethan glanced at the food on the stove, not quite sure what it was. The presentation wasn't bad. It even looked edible. But he was a man of science, and he knew Kaycee's track record in the kitchen. It was unlikely today would be any different from her disasters – uhm – attempts in the past.

"You… cooked?" he asked cautiously, shrugging off his coat.

"Don't sound so surprised!" She said, placing her hands on her hips. "I wanted to do something special for you."

He opened his mouth, then promptly shut it. If the love of his life had spent the day cooking for him, well, then he was going to suffer through whatever culinary chaos awaited him.

Kaycee was already pinching a bite-sized morsel from her creation, all but bouncing as she brought it to his lips. "Here!" She smiled. "Taste this!"

He did his best to hide his trepidation, hesitating only a second before accepting his fate. But, the second the morsel hit his tongue, his highly trained palate was assaulted by a combination of flavors that should never exist together.

He chewed slowly. Trying to think of something that would make this redeemable, but he was coming up blank.

His expression betrayed him because Kaycee's face twisted. "Ethan?"

He swallowed. Painfully. "Hmm?"

"All right," she said, crossing her arms. "Be honest with me."

He sighed, pulling her into his arms. "Kaycee, you are the most remarkable woman I've ever met. Brilliant, compassionate, you brighten every room you walk into..."

"But?" she winced.

"But if you were also an incredible chef, it would simply be unfair. No one can be perfect, dear."

"You hate it," she smirked.

"I..." He paused. "Hate is a strong word."

"Mm-hmm." She turned around and reached into the fridge, producing a pizza box from O'Cheese, their favorite pizza place. "Luckily, I had a backup plan. I can have this heated up in ten minutes."

Ethan exhaled, relieved she wasn't upset with him. "You knew it was going to be a disaster, didn't you?"

She shrugged innocently. "I had my suspicions. But hey, I tried!"

He pulled her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You did. And I appreciate the effort. Even if my taste buds will take a week to recover."

"Rude!" she said, smacking his chest.

Ethan smiled, brushing his lips against hers once more. "Besides… I hear you have other skills."

"Oh? Who told you that?"

"A very credible source," he declared, scooping her up in his arms.  

"Well, I'm not demonstrating any of those skills unless..." her eyes met his playfully.

"Don't worry," he laughed. "I stopped by Bova's on the way home. Your cupcakes are on the table in the foyer."

"Ah! I love you!" she beamed. "So, what do you want first, pizza and cupcakes... or me?"

Ethan chuckled as he nipped playfully at her bottom lip. "As tempting as you are, I'm going to need my energy for what I have in mind. So let's have dinner first."

Kaycee giggled, pressing a hand to his chest. "Oh? Planning something special, Dr. Ramsey?"

He smirked. "Let's just say… you're going to need your energy, too. Happy Valentine's Day, Kaycee," he murmured against her lips.

She smiled as she kissed him once more. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ethan."

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