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Kieran x MC
I’ve been itching to draw something different from what I normally do so I sketched out these two and colored them in lol
Also a submission for the International Fairy Day event 😊
Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations @choicescommunityevents
#the cursed heart#the cursed heart 2#choices tch#kieran x mc#choices fandom#choices stories we play#playchoices#choices#choices fanart#pixelberry#choices faeries#my mc: Ella
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Dance féerique
(A magical bayou waltz)
Pairing: Cal Lowell x Aurélie Bajolière (f!mc)
Choices Nightbound
Rating: general (fluff)
Wordcount: 700 words
Image credit: madsmikkelsen7161 on pinterest
Tags: @choicescommunityevents for the faeries event 🧚♀️ @choicesficwriterscreations
It’s an unusually cool evening in the bayou. Aurélie sits on the small wooden dock behind the cozy home she now shared with Cal and his brother Donny. She looks up at the starry sky, her toes trailing lazily in the balmy water.
They had opened all the windows to let the refreshing breeze flit gently through the house. Which meant she could enjoy her own personal concert.
Cal was seated at the piano, playing her favorite song, Chopin’s Nocturne No. 9 E major.
The soft notes float up to her, carried by the cool breeze, evoking feelings of immense tenderness for this man who had become her rock, her everything during the recent trials. Fighting terrible enemies. Realizing she was half-fae. Losing her father so soon after finally meeting him. Dying.
Sometimes she’d wake up still wondering if the past weeks had been nothing but a fever dream.
Though tonight, resting under the immensity of the cosmos reflected in the calm waters in front of her, the beautiful melody flitting in soft waves, it felt more like a moonlit reverie.
As she gazes out into the confines of the bayou, Aurélie notices white specks of light twirling over the mirror-like water, seemingly dancing in sync with the melody.
Curious, she squints her eyes, trying to make out the dazzling forms. They slowly near the dock, floating on the wind.
As they get closer, Aurélie’s breath catches.
Tiny wood fairies!
Their shimmering, iridescent wings flutter daintily as they twirl and dance. Soon, the ethereal creatures encircle her, their giggles like soft chimes as they joyfully twirl, raise and dip all around her.
“Well, hello, you’re quite graceful.”
Aurélie smiles at the fairies. They grin and chatter, a few fluttering in her long wavy hair, tickling her, while others pull at her blouse, inviting her up.
Laughing, she complies and starts twirling around the yard along with the fairies, in absolute awe at this magical moment.
“You’re a sight to behold, ma chérie.”
Aurélie turns towards the house to find Cal leaning against the frame, observing her with a tender expression, a sparkle in his eyes.
The fairies pick up their chatter, a delicate symphony of windchimes now replacing the night’s melody. Inviting the newcomer to join their magical waltz.
“Well, what are you waiting for, handsome?”
Aurélie beckons him over, smiling playfully. Cal doesn’t need further encouragement. He tenderly gathers his girlfriend into his powerful arms and leads her into a slow waltz.
As always, Aurélie is amazed that this beast of a man is capable of such gentleness. Always so careful around her, protective, attentive to her needs and attuned to her emotions. He had captured her heart so easily with his kind soul.
And she fell in love with him all over again every day, through his many small gestures, gentle touches, daily bouquets of fresh wildflowers, private moonlit concerts. Countless little reminders that he cherished her.
The fairies seem to approve as they increase their wild ballet, surrounding the couple with their ethereal beauty, lighting up the air brighter than the billions of flickering stars.
Cal gazes fondly into his love’s sparkling blue eyes. He bends down to capture her lips in a languid kiss.
Aurélie melts into his strong arms, feeling his intense warmth envelop her. She parts her lips, inviting him in, relishing in this magical moment.
They feel a soft breeze as the fairies excitedly spin around them, then float up high into the air. They bid their farewell in melodic chimes, softly flitting into the dark woods.
Watching the little specks of light disappear, Cal murmurs, “You have such a beautiful soul, even the wood fairies want to be close to you.”
“You’re the one who drew them here with your wonderful moonlight concert.”
“Hmm… and here I thought I was playing only for ma douce moitié.” He kisses her nose. “Shall I continue?”
“Yes please. Though I’ll come sit with you. I love watching you play.”
They turn their backs to the serene bayou and its magical inhabitants as they head towards the brightly lit house.
Their home.
#playchoices#choices nightbound#cal lowell#cal lowell x mc#nightbound fanfiction#choices community events#choices faeries#Spotify
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🧚🏼♀️ Fae-tastic Prompt Ideas to use:
Three word prompts (use one, two, three or more):
June ☆ Pink ☆ Fairy
Spring ☆ Glitter ☆ Pixies
Royal ☆ Protector ☆ Fae
Nature ☆ Celestial ☆ Elves
Barbie ☆ Rainbow ☆ Unicorns
Nesper ☆ Perrikin ☆ Orc
Two worded prompts:
Moonlit Magic
Enchanted Gardens
Pixie mischief
Forest guardian
Fairy Dust
Multiple words prompts:
A Midnight Summer Dream
"I'm a [insert random word] fairy."
Once upon a Fairytale...
"You're my daughter, my fairy, my love..."
Hidden from human eyes.
"I want to become a Fairy!!"
Guardians of the...
"I'm a Dreamer."
Other Story Idea Prompts:
Reading a Fairytale to the children
Getting a coin from the Tooth Fairy
Wearing a Fairy/Fae/Elf costume
Hanging Fairylights together
Getting cursed by the Bad Fairy/Fae
Human discovers Fairy Land
Royal Fae/Fairy/Elf Court of all realms
Human falling in love with a fae/fairy/elf
Elves meet Fae
Royal Fae/Fairy/Elf Wedding
About your own Character:
Characters from all Choices books are welcome!! Would they rather want to be a fairy, fae or elf? Do they like Fantasy? How would they look like in their fairy/fae/elf version?
Introduce your magical Characters:
Whether they're the faes from Nightbound and The Cursed Hearts or the elves of BOLAS.
Picture Prompts:
#prompts#choices events#choices community events#international fairy day#choices#playchoices#ladylamrian#choices faeries
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Juniper 💚🤎
Juniper is my Blades of Light and Shadow Fae OC. They are dating Aerin <3
finally finished these edits for @choicescommunityevents International Fairy Day Event
#choices community events#choices faeries#blades of light and shadow#oc: juniper#blades of light and shadow 2
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Title: Woodland Whimsy Artist: Quinn (<- me) Prompts: Spring + Nature Tagging: @choicescommunityevents, @ladylamrian
A/N: Hihi o/ So this is my second published score. <- I really really like how this one came out mostly because it stayed on prompt xD I tend to... drift? when making scores but this? This stayed on prompt the entire score through!!
I hope you enjoy this more than I enjoyed making it!
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"little miss prairie faerie" is a cute name actually... (but I won't use it if she doesn't like it)
#neopets#illusen#aquanutart#thank you faerie festival for letting me support my childhood fave#even though i stumbled into the festival five days in and was randomly assigned a team because i was too late to choose#i was like yesss i can get rid of all my junk from the plot--wait i can get a faerie doll??#nevermind. i have to do this RIGHT#okay! time to rediscover my addiction to cheat!#...okay! time to restrain myself from spending all my free time on cheat!#i used to sit there obsessively playing cheat! on dial-up back in the day#also due to the festival i won at cheeseroller for the first time in my entire life. then i was too happy with my honey cheese to donate it#as a kid i didn't know how to play cheeseroller because i didn't know what cheese name to enter#i just sat there staring at the empty input box trying to think of a name of a cheese out of my head. it was very frustrating#i kept playing cheeseroller after i won because i was so happy i finally figured out how to play but i haven't won again since then#my one honey cheese remains my treasured prize. no i did not donate it#anyway my determination to farm 8-point items ended after one day when i realized how much time it takes to play cheat!#and i switched to 6-point but then missed a day and wound up with not enough points to get the staff#but i had actually been agonizing anyway over how i wouldn't end up with enough points to get the staff AND the faerie doll#simple choice now. i can have faerie dolls guilt-free
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I think they'd get along
Shadow Milk seems like he'd enjoy sharing some tea (methaphorical and literal) with Cherry Blossom. The stories he tells her might be a bit biased and warped, but she's supportive either way!
next part
#this isn't meant as a ship post but#honestly if you somehow decide that this is the crackship of your dreams - go for it#i see them as gossipping besties#also her not taking anyone's shit and standing up for herself and her picnics would put her in his favour I think#shadow milk cookie#cherry blossom cookie#shadow milk#shadow milk crk#shadow milk fanart#implied shadowvanilla#(he could also be whining about elder faerie but yk)#(your choice here)#Cherry blossom calls everyone “darling”#blorbo-time
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my last time speaking on this bc I’m back to my smut and stupid shit afterwards (cause yk this is my safe space 🤪😜🫶🏾👍🏾) , but I’m genuinely scared, not just for this presidency but my local leadership too. Hence why I always make such an emphasis on it. I live in a small town and it’s very much class/racially divided. The sheriff (a white woman btw but a woman nonetheless) has been actively trying to harass and run everyone from my side of town. She pretty much wrote off this area as a bunch of drug addicts and says ‘she hopes we all just kill each other’. (My family has never done, sold or even been around drugs and yet her dumbass cops are convinced bc we’re black with nice vehicles, that we must sell). She’s also pushing for the gentrification of our area so all of her rich cohorts can come and tear down our houses and build a suburbia. Just the other day, a cop made me move my vehicle from in front of a store I park at all the time bc im disabled and even the closest parking spot is far on this leg and he did it just to be an asshole. I can’t even cry abt this presidency yet bc I’m now worried that my local leaders are going to make our lives hell. Not to mention, they voted no on abortions and gender affirming care as well. I hate it here so fucking bad.
#🪷—faerie whispers#side note and lowkey unpopular opinion#but both sides reasoning were short sighted and vain#I saw someone say ‘ppl only voted for trump bc he’s a man and more economically popular’#and ykw for some people that eas just enough#there is a huge gap in our gen’s beliefs and ideas and our parents aunties grandparents etc#I hate to say this but our parents don’t gaf abt things like Palestine and lgbtq rights#they care about being able to retire earn money and pay their mortgages/rent#they don’t care abt the same things that we do and the dems underestimated that#I’d be a hypocrite if I said one was a better choice than the other bc the things that are important to me#they both stood against#so I can’t lesser of two evils my way out of it#not to mention the tone deafness of having millionaires and billionaires campaigning for you in a time where ppl cannot afford basic things#idk how I feel atp#i think each side voted for the wrong reasons and I cannot get over that#either way I already know this is going to be black ppl’s faults#we’re going to get the blame while simultaneously getting the short end of the stick#I really do not want to be alive anymore
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Born to shitpost and scream about the first chapter of tlkof, forced to wait until it arrives in the mail
#now#I know there is an online/pdf copy somewhere#but I really really want to read the physical one#BUT I haven’t even got my email confirmation saying it’s on its way yet#like I know they’re working as fast as I can but ma’am I’m Australian 😭😭#it’s gonna take six weeks for it to GET here once you ship it#but yes I’m well aware that my suffering is my choice and I can end that at any point#but I’m not going to#even if it’s tempting#I’ve waited this long I can wait a little longer#seasons of shadowhunters#secrets of blackthorn hall#the shadowhunter chronicles#sobh#the last king of faerie#tlkof#the wicked powers#(thankyoutoeveryonewhoputmassivespoilerwarningsontheirtlkofposts)
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Faerie's Bargain: The Price of Business
"Faerie's Bargain: The Price of Business." Amass a goblin hoard of priceless treasures! Will you corner the market on memories and dreams? What will you pay for true love, and what is it worth?
You are one of the goblin merchants in the Untermarkt: a magical bazaar beneath Victorian London that trades in memories, wishes, secrets, and more. The Untermarkt has been a mainstay of London Faerie life since High Queen Elizabeth first forged the Treaty with Titania, Queen of Faerie. As merchant, you are skilled in dealing in all manner of impossibilities: new faces and voices, silks spun of starlight, bottled time, twists of fate, and even stranger things. Here, anything can be bought and sold for the right price. Will you line your pockets, or are the rewards of your trade more valuable than money?
When a mysterious business opportunity takes you by surprise, you have the chance to deal in something new: political intrigue! High Queen Victoria sits upon the Throne, but there are many who would prefer to rule in her place. Who is plotting against her, and what will it take to stop them? And where has the princess gone? To find out, you will have to learn the deepest secrets of the most powerful people in the Untermarkt: noble knights, fabulously wealthy merchants, dispossessed royalty, and more. Will you defend the High Queen, or use your newfound wealth to fund a little revolution?
Your fellow merchants certainly won't allow an opportunity for profit to slip away. Will you undercut their efforts at the Merchant Conclave, or ignore all the politicking in favor of growing your wealth? And then there's love—which could come at a greater cost than you ever imagined. Whatever you decide, one thing is certain: It's time to get down to business!
"Faerie's Bargain: The Price of Business" is an interactive fantasy novel by Trip Galey, where your choices control the story. It's entirely text-based—300,000 words and hundreds of choices long, without graphics or sound effects—and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.
#choice of games#choiceofgames#faerie#interactive fiction#booknerdlife#bookish#interactivefictiongame
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I desperately need the Thrawn stans (specifically novel Thrawn Stans) to remember that Thrawns whole deal is rebuilding the Empire and fighting the New Republic.
#I see so many people saying Thrawn wouldn't attack the New Republic when that's literally his whole deal.#He's the guy who rebuilds the Empire and attacks the Republic.#The famous story he's in that influenced the rest of Star Wars is about him trying to rebuild the Empire and destroy the Republic.#Also Thrawns evil.#I need you to remember that Thrawns an evil imperialist. His justifications for the Empire are the same as the British Empire used in Afric#Also Thrawns a crap choice to protect the Galaxy from a larger threat.#In Legends he would've lost brutally to the Yuuzhan Vong who were defeated by the Jedi and only ever could've been defeated by the Jedi.#Thrawn is playing military sci-fi in a Faerie Tale world and keeps making the shocked Pikachu expression when the Faerie Tale stuff shows u#The only difference between Thrawns Empire and the Emperors is that Thrawn would build fleets instead of Planet Killers.#In new Canon I think the Jedi would grind the Grysk into the ground before they even captured 3 worlds outside the Unknown Regions.#star wars ahsoka#star wars#grand admiral thrawn#thrawn#ahsoka tano#star wars thrawn#Ahsoka series#The Yuuzhan Vong lost because of a mix of internal revolution and being spread thin militarily#Thrawn would have successfully contained the Yuuzhan Vong invasion for a while but ultimately his forces would've become distracted.#Also the YV would've allied with Rebel Cells providing them their technology and weapons.#Thrawns control of the Empire would further collapse because of all the corrupt officials who would be embezzling funds or resources.#Thrawns fleets would fall into disarray and he'd be assassinated by a YV pretending to be a low ranking Stormtrooper or a slave or somethin#The YV wars were won because the Jedi inspired a religious reformation.#YV versus the Imperials would've led to YV victory.
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The Fae Woods Mood Board
All images are from Pinterest 😊
Tagging @choicescommunityevents for the International Fairy Day event with the prompt of nature ✨
#choices faeries#the cursed heart#the cursed heart 2#choices tch#blades of light and shadow#bolas#choices bolas#choices nightbound#nightbound#fae forest#choices stories we play#choices#pixelberry#choices mood board#playchoices#choices fandom
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Two Graves.
Rated: G
Relationships: Nuala of the Faerie/Dream of the Endless|Morpheus
Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, haunted surrealism, non-graphic mentions of blood, implied character death, post-TKO, so there's the acknowledgement of what happens to Morpheus, be warned.
Summary: Nuala dreams, and dances, and the Dreaming cries a dying melody. Then she wakes
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BUNNY, and to one of my absolute best friends on earth @nualaofthefaerie thank you for letting me participate in her birthday event even though I don't draw or anything and also have not participated in the Sandman fandom for the last couple of months. If anyone else is interested in reading about Nuala's birthday event and wants to try your luck writing her, you can peek at Li's post here .
Nuala is, at her core, a very tragic character in the comics, and this more than anything carved her spot in my heart. She is principled, strong, and kind, but what makes her appeal to me more than others is that unrequited, heartbreaking devotion. A girl that has so much to give so willingly, discarded and forgotten, and it makes me so angry. She kept trying, and it wasn't enough. This is a recurring theme in the Sandman. But the love was there, and it deserves to be told. In this fic I wanted to capture that fruitless yearning and her desperation and how she fights. So I hope it comes across well. This fic is less about Sandflower more so it is about Nuala.
Granted, Li had planned sweet things for a sweet girl, but I really wanted to write a ballroom dance scene straight out of The Labyrinth, and the angsty vibes from that particular scene spread through the entire fic and it turned out a lot more melancholic than I originally planned. And, uh, a lot longer too. So...win-win?
You can also read it on Ao3 :)
At the end, he comes for her.
(Just as he'd promised)
It stretches on endlessly. Infinity on the head on a needle.
She remembered being told once, that on their last breath, mortals would recall their life in flashes. Dominoes falling into place. Cluracan had laughed as he told her so, joking to her of their feeble and short lifespans. Should a Fae be allowed similar opportunities, recollection could stretch on long enough to fill another mortal lifetime, and the Fae in question would have tricked and swindled another breath, not unlike Sisyphus.
Alas, it was not meant to be. Fae were without souls, and the last of their breath returns them to nothingness. There is no great Beyond; only a change in form. A loss in consciousness. Not true death.
It sounded like plenty death to her.
At the end, her lover came to her in bits and pieces.
She would begin in empty, wandering halls, hearing his voice in the horizon. She was sure he would be in the library, she thought, if only she could find him. Sometimes she would be carrying some sort of burden; a basket of papyrus scrolls, or a simple stick of dustfeathers. Most times it is only her, and the silent patter of her cold feet on stone floors as she wanders and searches of a faint voice in the wind.
Outside, a storm brews, but it was not yet time for her to leave.
She finds the library eventually, and she chases his cape on the edges of her periphery. The maze of towering bookshelves consumes her, and she twists and loops through it's oaken pathways, up and down and side to side intertwined, like how they used to dance. She would hear his giggles, that taunting melody, and when she trails her fingers longingly down the spine of ancient times they shiver, and she yearns to come home.
Find me, little fairy, she hears him say on the wind, just as he had when she was young, and in love, and light with hope. You be my fox, and I your hare.
The panes creak and rattle from winds that whistle down oculus dome of the Endless Library, and often she must shield herself from the hail of rotten leaves and debris. Not once does she find Lucien. It escapes her mind. When she falters, she hears him chuckle, and she gets back up on her feet.
At the entrance of the ballroom, her aching feet pause.
Much like the rest of the Dreaming Palace, it is empty and silent, save for the storm brewing outside. Yet when she closes her eyes, it is a bustling cotillion, and she is dressed as a lavish queen; the empress of shadow and nightmares, and her King stands in the very middle of the crowd. Waiting for her.
Closer, my diamond. Step down, my jewel.
At times she would stumble on non-existant petticoats, and when she opens her eyes she is once more on the top of the stairwell, and her king bids her to come closer.
Her feet bleeds. Her skin dries. By the banquet, she sees a beautiful woman with haunted eyes full of woe. In the next second, her ghosts and her ankh is forgotten, and Nuala tries stepping down the stairs once more, eyes fully closed. It is not about her. For once, it is about Nuala, and her lover, and she still has time, that wretched all-father. For once, it is about Nuala.
The ballroom is empty, but she feels the crowd pushing and pulling and shoving and laughing, just as they do back in the Faerie, from whence she had been plucked and moved and gifted to a veritable stranger in a land of mysteries and fear. A place that used to be home, but wasn't truly.
Her King awaits, and she reaches for him, grasping desperately. He would hold her, she knows, and he will tell her that everything is alright, and for a moment everything would be. For a moment she would have a home, and her love was not grief. Nuala tries again, and they push her away, like spiteful tides. Again, again, again.
He touches her, and Nuala imagines her tears like glass and quartz. He touches her, but not quite; a phantom sensation, and she knows he is once more out of reach. This is a memory.
But her eyes are closed and storm howls and sings. The window panes drums her a beat. So Nuala cries, and bleeds and dances.
The crowd sways with her, and she falls against them. His phantom touches leads, and he twirls her, and spins her, and dips her. Her arms reach towards the Heavens, and when the music of the storm fails her, her lungs constricts and Nuala screams.
It is agony. Liberty. Longing. Love. Her feet step on the broken glass of smashed window panes and tears, and she can no longer tell between the empty ballroom and her ghosts. Their gazes become suffocating, and she escapes through the side door, into her garden, into the Dreaming.
Everything is dying. She is not so special.
Fiddler's Green is a torn up wasteland, and the watering holes are dried and destitute. The storm cackles, and she looks into the Faces of the Three Who Are One. They rip him apart with their teeth, the Love of her life, and Nuala sobs and begs and falls to her knees.
This time, it is he who reaches for her.
She looks up to see Morpheus-not-Morpheus, the blank fresh nothingness of the eyes she had loved since she had laid her own upon him, what felt like centuries ago.
Nuala clenches her eyes shut, hoping to see the man she loves and for everything to go away and leave her alone, yet still the Furies cackle and the Dreaming trembles in their wake, and her King is bleak and pale as snow.
When he touches her, he is the wrong sort of cold.
"Sweet Nuala," he pleads, and she turns her head from him. If her lover was to change in force and agony, she wants to be right there with him. "Gentle Nuala. Loving Nuala. Please, let me take you home."
She shakes her head, burying her hands desperately in her hair, streaked with debris and dishevelled from the winds. Her feet crack and bleed, and her cheeks stain with tears. Her breath shortens. There is no great Beyond, for a Thing like her. Her home was her Lover, and her Lover was dead.
"My Nuala," the new King whispers. "Won't you look at me, one last time?"
There were many things she could've said. They choke her and burns the back of her throat like nightshade and Ivy, yet still her heart blooms. She is angry. She is helpless. She asks him, "Why?"
"Why?"
"You were loved. I had loved you. My King, I had everything on offer, and had you simply reached out and tried we could have-I could-,"
Her voice breaks and fails her. His eyes, white as bone, soften like crushed velvet.
"My King," she asked. Around them, her dreams fall apart. "Why did you fall?"
He hums. "Would you have loved me if I couldn't?"
"I would have loved you. Nevertheless."
He looks away. "I am sorry." He says, and Nuala believes him.
She had given him everything, and it was buried alongside him. All that was left of her was her Dream of him.
"I'm ready." She finally says. "To wake."
The King steps forward, and he plants on her a sweet kiss. When she reaches for the pendant, when she had made her last wish -one last Dream- she could almost pretend it was everything she ever wanted.
"Thank you," she says. "For coming."
Daniel smiles sadly. "He had promised. You called."
She had.
"This dream is over."
And Nuala wakes.
#dream of the endless#the sandman#sandflower#nuala of the faerie#choice of fic#nuala day#nuala birthday event#i bet my phineas and ferb followers are SOOOOO confused rn sorry gang#i contain multitudes#daniel hall
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☆ Rules ☆ Prompts ☆ Event Masterlist ☆
Dear Fae, Fairies, Elves and other beings, you are wholeheartedly welcome to join me to celebrate the International Fairy Day. A sweet and magical event. Let's catch some pixies, play in the gardens, learn magic, enjoy what nature has to offer and tell our children some fae-tastic tales. Friendly humans also invited ✨️✨️✨️✨️
About the host: I'm @ladylamrian and I will be hosting my very first Choices fandom event on @choicescommunityevents . For now, it will be a short one, but if this one hopefully goes well, I'd love to host more events on this blog. I have soooooo many great ideas, but let's first start small. I hope you all will enjoy and support me. Thanking @storyofmychoices for creating this blog. I might not participate in my own fairy event, but I hope others will.
#choices community events#choices events#choices fandom#playchoices#choices#choices game#ladylamrian#choices faeries
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Fae!Hades
My BOLAS m!elf!MC, Hades Nightbloom, as a fae
For @choicescommunityevents International Fairy Day
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Roberta in Faerieland, a Neopets the Darkest Faerie fancomic
#roberta of brightvale#seradar#solarin#neopets#neopets the darkest faerie#comic#made the based choice of having the uni be an upright nonverbal man instead of. whatever the hell the game. was doing.#also big gallions :-)
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