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tveitertotwrites · 1 year ago

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Sick

Series: Red Carpet Diaries (between books 2 and 3)

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x F!MC (Brooklyn Moore

Rating: PG

Words: 978

Summary: Brooklyn gets worried when Thomas doesn't show up to her home, so she goes over to his home to make sure he's okay.

7:00.

That was the time Thomas said he would be at Brooklyn’s apartment to pick her up for their date. They always tried to have at least one date night a week when they were in the same place and tonight they were supposed to see the tour of Into the Woods. She had gotten into a red dress and black heeled boots, with her short hair lightly curled and some light makeup.

7:30

Brooklyn had started to get worried. Thomas still hadn’t shown up yet at this point, which was very unusual as he tended to show up a little early so they could spend a little time together before having to leave. They should have been at the theater and in their seats at this time. She then decided that she would try and call Thomas to see where he was.

Brooklyn then proceeded to call him three different times, each resulting in no answer from him. While she knew that he didn’t really prefer to call or text, she knew that he would answer her. Also with it being date night, he wouldn’t be the type to be running late or forget, which made her worried. She then decided to quickly throw on her coat and head towards Thomas’ house.

While Brooklyn was worried, she did try to go the speed limit but ended up going a little faster than she should have. Luckily she was fine and made it safely to his house and ran up to the door and knocked loudly. When she received no answer, she tried a couple more times. When that didn’t work she remembered about the lockbox with the spare key and grabbed it to unlock the front door.

“Thomas! Are you home?” Brooklyn yelled as soon as she closed the door.

When she heard no answer, she started to walk around the house, hoping he was around somewhere. When she looked through almost the entire house, she finally decided to look in his room. The door was closed, which was weird as it was usually always open whenever she was over. She then knocked on the door and heard a groan come from inside before gently opening it to see Thomas in bed, covered in multiple blankets.

“Thomas. Are you okay?” Brooklyn asked as she quickly walked over to the bed.

When Brooklyn gently shook Thomas awake, he was startled before letting out a groan and went to go lay back down and bring his whole body under the covers. Brooklyn then placed her hand on his forehead and felt that he was boiling hot.

“Babe. You’re burning up.”

Thomas then lifted the covers off of his head and slightly opened his eyes before sarcastically saying, “No shit Sherlock. I don’t think I could’ve ever realized that myself.”

Brooklyn just rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed next to him. She then began to brush the hair out of his face and placed her hand on his cheek. She then gave him a kiss on the forehead and got up from the bed to head towards the door, before Thomas gently grabbed her hand.

“Where are you going?”

“The store to get supplies because knowing you, you probably think that you’ll never get sick.”

“Actually I realize that I can get sick, but I do think I ran out and didn’t buy anything.”

Brooklyn paused for a second. “That’s actually a shock. I’ll be back in a few.”

“Ok.”

Brooklyn then got as much as she thought would be needed before going back over. When she came back, she went into the kitchen and noticed that he had some tea left over and made him some with honey and a little bit of milk in it before grabbing some of the stuff she had bought and bringing it up to Thomas’ room. Once she opened the door, the first thing she saw was Thomas back underneath the covers completely and laughed. He then poked his head back out of the covers and glared at her.

“Are you really making fun of me for being sick?”

“Well it is a little funny to see you like this versus what you normally look like.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatever.”

Brooklyn then laughed again before sitting down on the bed. She then handed him the cold medicine which he took and then immediately made a face, which made her laugh.

“Did you buy a cherry flavored medicine?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I hate cherry.”

“Well it was either cherry or grape.”

“I prefer grape way more than cherry.”

“Of course you do weirdo.”

“How am I the weird one?”

“Because you prefer the worst flavor of anything, which is grape.”

“It is not.”

“Is too.”

“No, it is the best after orange and green apple.”

“Ok, sure honey.”

He then handed the little cup back to her and then slowly sat up. She then handed him the tea which he slowly drank out of. Brooklyn then pushed the hair out of his face again then began to just run her hands through his hair, which made Thomas hum in appreciation.

Once he was done with the tea, she went back to the kitchen to clean up everything. She then went back up to his room and grabbed out some clothes she had brought over a while ago and changed into them. She then went over to his bed and pulled up the cover to crawl into them. Brooklyn then wrapped her arms around Thomas and brought him closer to her chest.

“You know you’re most likely going to get sick right?”

“I know. But I don’t care.”

The two of them then began to fall asleep. Their date night was long forgotten. All they could think about was being there for each other when Brooklyn woke up sick the next morning.

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kykyonthemoon · 9 months ago

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Limerence (noun) — a mental state of profound romantic infatuation, deep obsession, and fantastical longing.

⋆˚✿˖° This chapter is a part of a mini-series of dark fairy tales and romance sets in another universe. It consists of three chapters, each with a Male Lead and is separated from one another.

⋆˚✿˖° Character x Reader/MC, from another (OC's) point of view. Reader/MC's pronounce is "she/her/hers".

⋆˚✿˖° Warnings & tags: 16+, MDNI, angst, hurt, thriller, emotional and mind control, manipulation, love spell, obsession, unrequited love, major character death, dark fantasy, dark fairy tale, m.urder, s.uicide attempt.

⋆˚✿˖° Leonard is my OC.

⋆˚✿˖° Read more chapters:

✦ Xavier's ✦ Zayne's

⋆˚✿˖° Masterlist

⋆˚✿˖° My friend Cery made an art for this fic here: x

Chapter: The Muse — in which he brings the world his most significant work of art.

⋆˚✿˖° Word count: 3k1

These days, the artist community was vibrant, with some even competing for acceptance to the exhibition at Mo Art Studio.

So did Leonard. He had to rush around and ask for help everywhere in order to be given a chance. Money was not an issue, but the host of this exhibition was certainly not an ordinary person. He wasn't offering tickets to the highest bidder, but rather to those who possessed an artistic vision and passed his evaluation.

“The ticket will be sent to you within the next three days. Please keep in touch.” The other end of the line cut the discussion off, but Leonard's mind remained lightheaded, unable to believe the gift he had just received.

“Wait…” He spoke before the other person hung up. “Excuse me… May I do an interview with that artist in the exhibition?”

There was no response. Leonard believed they were reviewing his proposal. He held his breath and wait for a while, then the manager named Thomas spoke:

“We do not accept interviews. But a few individual queries could suffice. Of course, if you are able to leave a good impression.”

"I got it. Thank you."

Putting the phone aside, Leonard leaned back in his office chair. How to impress Linkon's most talented painter, or should he say - the world's best artist? Despite his young age, there was no one in this city who had never heard of his work.

The artist's name was Rafayel. He became well-known for his landscape paintings, which brought admirers to a dreamlike state when they stood in front of them. He seldom appeared in public, despite having organized hundreds of major and minor exhibitions. Who he truly was remained a question, and the most mysterious part was probably his disappearance a year ago.

For a whole year there were no new paintings or art activities. No one saw him in Linkon during that time. His manager and studio kept it silent, as if everything had evaporated overnight. Then, last weekend, he unexpectedly reappeared and made an important announcement, which was an exhibition called The Muse.

In contrast to his previous events, guests had no idea what they were about to witness. According to the majority of internet comments, Rafayel returned with a work of a lifetime, a painting that exceeded anything he had ever created. That was the final result of a year-long hunt for inspiration. Of course, there were those who believed he was steadily degrading since he hadn't been able to draw anything decent in a long time and had simply planned this event to earn some money.

For Leonard, either truth was fair. He must uncover all of the details and secrets surrounding Rafayel's reappearance. Since that was what he did for a living.

Leonard was a journalist who specialized in arts. Despite his greatest efforts over several years, he still had little hope of succeeding. He had been without a single decent piece for a long time. Then the opportunity to visit the Mo Art studio presented itself before his eyes. He was not going to miss the chance to see a place that had never been accessible to the public before.

The day of the exhibition approached. Leonard had purposefully showed up early, but as he reached the gate, he noticed that about fifty formally dressed guests were already present. They were enjoying wine and food as they walked in groups into the main hall, where the primary event was held. Leonard also entered with nervousness. All of the windows and doors were wide open, allowing the sea air to convey a salty fragrance into the hallway. Rafayel's famous works are framed, and hung or placed in the center of a floral garden that the host tenderly arranged himself, giving guests the impression that they had just lost themselves in the Garden of Eden.

However, that was not the primary attention of the event. Something massive and cylindrical appeared in the center of the hall. It spanned from the ground to an exceedingly high glass ceiling. It had a diameter of up to ten meters, and was covered in a crimson velvet fabric, protecting it from inquisitive eyes of guests. Even the personnel had not an idea of what was inside.

"Rafayel did all of this himself." Thomas, the manager, spoke up. "I can't answer your questions because I'm not sure what's there. But whatever it is, it will undoubtedly live up to the name of his Muse."

The flock of intrigued guests around Thomas nodded, then split out to stroll around and admire the pillar, as if its very presence was already an art. To them, the less they comprehended something, the more valuable it became.

Leonard found a seat close to the window but not too far from the center of the hall. He was afraid of missing the opportunity to witness Rafayel's Muse. Late in the afternoon, the sun glided across the horizon, casting golden rays into the place. The guests began to get tipsy, wondering if Rafayel would show up or if this was all a hoax, when, down the stairs, the host of the party appeared.

He donned a lavish dark blue suit with sculpted sleeves and shoulders that looked to be encrusted with spectrum fish scales. His presence was as magnificent as his name, causing the entire hall to fall silent. Guests held their breath as they watched the young artist stroll down the steps, the heels of his shoes reverberating on the marble floor as if a piece of music had just been executed.

“Welcome to the exhibition.” Rafayel spoke in a solemn voice. "It appears that all of the guests here are wondering; what exactly has he been doing during the past year? Why didn't he present any of his new work? What's the point of this exhibition?"

Rafayel halted for a moment, his dark eyes behind a few purple curls scrutinizing each guest individually, as if reading them all. The corner of his mouth twisted up in delight as he effectively piqued everyone's interest. He resumed his speech:

“It all began with a muse. My muse. That's a story perhaps a lucky visitor would unveil in this exhibition. But for now…” Rafayel lifted a hand. “Let me introduce you to my one and only, Muse.”

The scorched cloth transformed into crimson tiny particles that flew all about, blending into the fiery sunset outside. The crimson sun halted in the center of the room's largest window, and emerged as an illusion was Rafayel's Muse.

Leonard blinked. In front of him stood a tank of water with a thick glass cylinder. The inside was ornamented with flowers, coral, and white pillars of broken plaster encircling an oval of the glass tank, offering him the sense that he was staring at a lost city under the depths of the ocean. There were schools of brilliant small fish swimming around, weaving between the crevices of the broken world. In the midst of the tableau, there was a woman floating in the water in an upright stance, a few meters above the tank's bottom, conveying an illusion that she was flying. Her head was adorned with pearl jewelry, eyes were closed, as if she was in deep slumber. Her hands opened, allowing the orange-red fish to whirl around her wrists. Then they invited each other to swim along her tiny unclothed arms, to her exquisite neck covered in shimmering pearls, and down to the thin white garment that was floating in the water like her own body. Her bare feet lingered above the seaweed, as if to tease them with the fact that they were unable to grasp her no matter how hard they tried.

A beauty out of this world. That was what Leonard's mind could think of. When he came here, he was full of determination to discover Rafayel's secret, but now, when he witnessed its beauty with his own eyes, he was speechless. His brain felt empty, as if that beauty had filled it and he no longer needed anything else. A melodic rhythm could be heard somewhere, distant seemingly from another universe, but apparently emanating from the tank itself.

All guests were drawn to the center. Rafayel vanished among the crowd that was cheering him. Nobody suspected that Rafayel's Muse was not a painting but an entirely distinct thing. Whatever it was, she was the size of an adult in her mid-twenties. A statue or a doll that resembled a real person?

Leonard brushed past a few astonished others to get closer to the tank. Rafayel's exhibit could easily shock the entire art field. Leonard had already begun pondering concepts for his next piece. Unlike the other guests, who were merely engaged in the beauty in front of them, he was more enthralled by the narrative behind The Muse.

Who was she? Where did her story begin? Leonard sought around for Rafayel's silhouette but could not find him. However, near the stairs, he encountered Thomas with a look of panic and utter shock on his face.

“It can't be… No… It can't be her…” Those were the words Leonard could hear before Thomas bolted out of the hall.

There were just a few people invited to the show, and after approximately an hour, they had presumably spent all of their admiration and hypothesis on the tank. They met again in groups to tour Rafayel's studio. Who knows when they would be able to return here again, in ten, twenty, or even fifty years?

Leonard took advantage of the reality that people had left the area to approach closer and examine more, now that he was the only one standing nearby. The Muse was still inside, a smile on her lips, but why did Leonard feel a suffering coming from her? He strolled around the tank to better view her. It was hard to discern whether this was in fact a sculpture by Rafayel or a real person. That was also what the guests spoke about all day.

The Muse was so genuine. To the point that Leonard expected her to open her eyes and climb out of the tank. But she remained still, absorbed in her own undersea world. He stayed frozen, unable to move his gaze away from the tank, for Rafayel had previously stated that within this, his secrets hidden.

Yet Leonard, with his mundane eyes, might never discover it. The only thing he found was possibly a tiny coating of pinkish red water coming from The Muse's breast. That ruby hue seeped through the attire that enveloped her, and it looked nothing like the color that Rafayel often used in his paintings. There was something rather odd about it. It resembled blood, from The Muse herself.

The exhibition came to an end. Guests departed on their own after being notified. Rafayel returned to the lobby. Leonard took the opportunity to ask in an instance:

“Mr. Rafayel. May I ask you a few questions regarding the exhibition?

Rafayel gazed at him. To increase his reputation, he identified himself as a journalist who specialized in writing about art.

"Ah. "I remember you." Rafayel responded. "Among the guests, you were the only one who gave an impressive answer to my question."

Leonard tried to recall the survey he was required to complete before Thomas reached him to inform he had an invitation. These questions were all about Rafayel's career, and the answers were readily accessible online. There was just one question, the last one, that sparked a lot of consideration in Leonard, while having nothing to do with Rafayel's works at all.

"If you were given a magical spell that made the person you love love you forever, would you use it?" Rafayel reiterated his query. "You're the only one who chose not to."

Leonard nodded. It was truly what he had said.

"May I know, why?" Rafayel glanced at him with curiosity. Leonard was taken aback, as he had come here expecting to be an interviewer. Who would have guessed it was the other way around?

"A spell is just an illusion." Leonard responded honestly. "That is not love." "Love must come from a true heart."

"A true heart…" Rafayel repeated each word. His eyes were as sorrowful and deep as the tranquil water, yet it was terrifying since he had no idea when the storm would arrive. "Perhaps, she would choose the same answer as you."

"Pardon?…" Leonard interrupted Rafayel's thoughts. "Who are you talking about?"

Rafayel smiled but remained silent. Fearing that the young artist might leave without answering, Leonard impatiently said:

“Aren't you talking about your Muse? Can you tell me who she is?”

Rafayel gazed at the girl in the aquarium. He smiled. Just a small movement of the lips conveyed devotion, anguish, and regret.

"She is my true heart." Rafayel's voice resembled a song. But he said nothing more, and Leonard was asked to leave right away.

The Muse's story was forever a mystery. The mystery that Leonard had yet to come very close.

That story began a year ago. Or perhaps, it had originated a long, long time ago.

When a Lemurian gives their heart to someone, it will die if not reciprocated.

Rafayel had given his to a human girl.

He met her when she was a child. She was his savior when he was expecting such a painful death on land, and she helped him return to the sea.

She could not remember who he was, nor did she know that all those years, he had been watching her from afar. Amid the waves, behind the rocks, he watched her grow up.

He met her again as a painter many years later. She happily accepted his company. But it was not all he wanted. He longed for her. He craved her touch to make her become his, in the way he had determined his heart belonged to her.

But, her heart belonged to someone else.

A year ago, she told him that she was getting married.

Rafayel could not recall how frightening his emotions were. No matter how powerful the storms were at sea, they could never match his rage at the time. And, with a dreadful calamity brewing in his head, he did what he did to her.

He bound her with an ancient Lemurian enchantment. He made her fall desperately in love with him. She did everything for him, even abandoning her engagement and following him to a far away place. A secluded island only for them. Glorious summer nights lingered forever on the beach, when she and he were entangled, merging in the waves of never-ending love. He had her how he wished.

However, like an illusion, that spell did not persist forever. It drove her to insanity. She wandered alone on the shore, tears streaming and her mouth constantly crying out the name of the person she truthfully loved with each sob. She begged of him.

“Rafayel… Please… Let me go… Please… set me free… Set me free!”

Her screams were drowned in the ocean waves. Little did she realize that seeing her in this way made his heart bleed as well.

"Please…" She sobbed. Rafayel's dagger was in her grasp, and she pressed it to her throat. "If you won't let me leave... I must free myself..."

"Hush now, my dearest…" Rafayel quietly stretched out to her. This was not her first time in this state. He approached her, placed a hand on her forehead, and brushed away her wind-blown hair. Her fingers on the dagger tightened, urging him to back away. However, Rafayel seized the blade that was cutting into her neck, forcing his hand to bleed.

"You don't want to cut yourself, dear."

She trembled and stared at Rafayel. He hummed a very familiar melody, which made her thoughts muddled once more. The dagger slipped from her hand as she collapsed to her knees on the damp beach. Screaming.

“Be still, dearest love.” Rafayel gently lowered down. His knees were next to hers, as if he, too, was begging her to stay. “I can ease all our suffering… If you listen to me now…”

She covered her ears and shook her head with ferocity as if she never wanted to hear another word from him. Rafayel smiled in bitter. She had been like this lately, forgetting who she was and how profoundly she was in love with him. But that was alright. He would help her rekindle her love. She would obey at once as soon as he began singing.

He sang their song. He sang it the first time they met, and he still sang it day by day with her by his side.

She wept tremendously. She clutched her head and pleaded with him to stop. But Rafayel could never. Just like he could not stop the waves from crashing against the shore, who could ever stop his love for her?

After a while, she became quiet. No more yelling and pleading. She gave him an empty stare and a smile.

"Rafayel." She called his name. Her hand found his body, as though she had desired to be close to him since forever. Rafayel embraced her. He stroked and kissed the top of her head. His tears sank, condensing into pearls and nestling on her hair.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry for turning you into someone like this…” Rafayel whispered in her ear. “But I've found a way to fix everything. You shall not suffer any longer... And neither shall I..."

Rafayel held her with one hand as the other sought the dagger's hilt in the moist sand.

“Will you do this for me?”

He gazed into the eyes of hers which were dreamy under the spell of love. She nodded.

"I vow to do everything for my dearest beloved."

"Very good." Rafayel smiled as he kissed her lips. "You will always be my Muse… Mine, forever..."

The dagger swung across the fiery sunset. The water chanted its melody in an ancient ritual. Then everything fell silent.

Rafayel watched her passionately as she slept within the water tank he had specifically built for her. That was her home, now and forever.

His hand stroked across the beautiful design. Her body was adorned with jewelry crafted from his teardrops. She was a masterpiece of his lifetime, which extended to no end. His Muse. His lips found hers on the other side of the glass, and he pressed a kiss.

From now on, she would weep no more. She would feel no pain.

A crimson light emanated from inside the pocket near Rafayel's chest. He pulled out a blazing red protocore.

This entire world will soon know that, her true heart shall forever belong to him and him alone.

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theartoflovingthomashunt · 2 months ago

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💖I Dream of [Thomas &] Alex 💖

I am BEYOND blown away by this stunning art of my forever OTP Thomas and Alex as Jeannie and Major Nelson from I Dream of Jeannie by the always amazing @callmebeem. I've honestly been squealing and giggling like an idiot since I saw it!

I Dream of Jeannie was my first favorite tv show. Jeannie and Tony were my first OTP (I didn't even know what an OTP was at the time, but I loved them with my entire being). I vividly remember watching the show in Kindergarten and First Grade (on Nick at Night and TVland hehe). I was glued to the tv in complete awe of the magic and wonder and possibility that Jeannie brought. Her joy was absolutely infectious. And with all sitcoms, no matter how bad things were in the episode, things always worked out in the end.

When I was in first grade, I experienced my first trauma. And as a result, I suffered my first bout of depression following that. Jeannie was the only thing that could even make me hint at a smile for a long time. I know that looking back at the show, it has a lot of flaws and is not something that could ever air today, but I didn't see any of that. I saw hope and I saw joy and that is what I needed.

I've carried them with me my whole life. I binged the series again over the summer so it felt like the perfect time to commission this art for Thomas and Alex at Halloween.

While I know they have a lot of differences, I love that Thomas and Alex have a little bit of Tony and Jeannie in them. Thomas and Tony both put their career first. It was all that really mattered to them. Until one day, fate brought a little ray of sunshine with just a touch of mischief into their lives to turn everything upside down. And only when they risk losing their ladies do they realize how much more they matter than their career.

Jeannie and Tony saved me when I was younger. Alex and Thomas saved me several years ago, when I didn't think I could go on another day. I found them, and they gave me hope. I can't promise I would be here if it weren't for them, so I am so eternally grateful for finding them and later this fandom.

If you made it this far, thank you. I love you and I appreciate you!

Just a note about the art/Alex's Hair

I know Jeannie has blonde hair (and her "evil" sister has brown). I had considered Alex wearing a wig, but, before Barbra Eden was cast as Jeannie, the studio wanted Jeannie to be a brunette to stand out from Samantha (Bewitched), so I felt it was okay for Alex to keep her hair.

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Masterlists] [Halex Commission tag]

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choicesficwriterscreations · 16 days ago

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CFWC F/AtoW: December 1 - 7, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA+

Open Heart

Love In Every Heartbeat (Series) ✒️ | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC - @rafasgirl23415 Chapter 11: My Home is Where You Are Chapter 12: If Tomorrow Never Comes Chapter 13: Healing Chapter 14: Will He Still Love Me Like This?

Proud Parents ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC; Alan Ramsey, Louise Ramsey - @cariantha

Sleighing the Ugly Sweater Game This Season 🎨 | Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @sazanes C: @storyofmychoices

Take and Eat, Dance With Me ✒️🏳️‍🌈 | Aurora Emery x F!OC - @spadesofgrass

Trimming The Christmas Tree 🎨 | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - ArtbyAinna (IG) C: @liaromancewriter

Red Carpet Diaries

A Timeless Love 🎨 | Thomas Hunt x F!OC - ArtbyAinna (IG) C: @theartoflovingthomashunt

The Royal Romance

Estranged (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x Savannah Walker - @twinkleallnight Part 1 Part 3

Wake The Dead

Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years ✒️ | Troy Hassan x F!MC - @missameliep

#choices fanfic #choices fanart #playchoices #pixelberry #open heart #the royal romance #red carpet diairies #wake the dead #cfwc fics of the week #cfwc art of the week

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choicesfandomappreciation · 5 months ago

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Summer Secret Pal Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who joined the Summer Secret Pal event! I hope you had as much fun as I did! It was so wonderful to see the fandom come together, share their talents, and make others smile with their gifts.

Alphabetical by recipient

☀️ To: @aesthetic-aag 🏖️From: @peonyblossom

Gaius x Adeeba (Edit)

☀️ To: @bri1234 🏖️From: @coffeeheartaddict2

A Letter to My Beloved: Trystan x Emily (fan fiction)

☀️ To: @cadybear420 🏖️From: @aesthetic-aag

Aiden x Evie (edit)

☀️ To: @choicesmc 🏖️From: @peonierose

Rin (Art) Jiahao (Moodboard/Aesthetics)

☀️ To: @choiceswithmika 🏖️From: @zhoumeyourlove

Zig x Mikaylyn (Art)

☀️ To: @coffeeheartaddict2 🏖️From: @moominofthevalley

Aailah (COP MC) and Casey (Oph MC) Moodboards

☀️ To: @eadanga 🏖️From: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Chris Powell (Art)

☀️ To: @gaiuskamilah 🏖️From: @tveitertotwrites

Ellie (edits and art)

☀️ To: @jerzwriter 🏖️From: @ladylamrian

Sweet Mornings: Tobias x Casey (fan fiction + moodboard)

☀️ To: @kilvalir 🏖️From: @rosesnink

Uluvalir: Tyril x Asphodelus (Fan Fiction)

☀️ To: @ladylamrian 🏖️From: @lover-also-fighter-also

Ernest Sinclaire x Clara (Aesthetic)

☀️ To: @lilyoffandoms 🏖️From: @kilvalir

Maiele (Edit)

☀️ To: @lover-also-fighter-also 🏖️From: @jerzwriter

Anitha (Moodboard)

☀️ To: @moominofthevalley 🏖️From: @choicesmc

Emily Rose (Moodboard)

☀️ To: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd 🏖️From: @thosehallowedhalls

Discovery: Martin x Wind (fan fiction)

☀️ To: @peonierose 🏖️From: @pulpitude

Bryce x Luna (Edits)

☀️ To: @peonyblossom 🏖️From: @cadybear420

Ajay x Matty , Ethan x Sydney, Thomas x Jackie (Edits)

☀️ To: @pupitude 🏖️From: @lilyoffandoms

Euphemia ‘Mia’ Labelle x Amalia de León (Art)

☀️ To: @rosesnink 🏖️From: @storyofmychoices

Kate O'Malley Geometric (Art) May O'Malley (Moodboard)

☀️ To: @storyofmychoices 🏖️From: @gaiuskamilah

Thomas Hunt x Alex (Art)

☀️ To: @thosehallowedhalls 🏖️From: @eadanga

A Paris Proposal Gabe x Quinn (fan fiction)

☀️ To: @tveitertotwrites 🏖️From: @bri1234

Thomas Hunt x Brooklyn (art)

☀️ To: @zhoumeyourlove 🏖️From: @choiceswithmika

Aiden x MC , Trystan x MC (edits)

#choices #choices fandom appreciation #playchoices #choicessummersecretpal24 #choices summer secret pal 24

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peonyblossom · 1 year ago

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So happy that @choicesmcmadness is back even though it took me all month to finally find time to do these oops

Ethan x Sydney

Not really a holiday tradition per se, but since their wedding anniversary is on Dec. 17, one of their favorite things they do each year is celebrate their anniversary lol

This year (2023, so ig last year now oops) they got their second kitty, Burrito, to celebrate their first anniversary!!

They also go on a ski trip every year during the week between Christmas and New Year's to celebrate the holidays

Thomas x Jackie

Each year they spend the holidays with one of their families (they switch off which family each year)

They also spend a lot of time in their cabin in the woods in Washington state in the winter when one of them misses the snow

One of Jackie's favorite traditions is to get together with their friends and have a movie marathon of all the holiday movies any of them have worked on (Chadley has 100% been the love interest in a Hallmark movie before)

Kit x Jules

One of their favorite holiday traditions is go into town and get hot cocoa and walk around looking at the lights and decorations

They usually go into a few local shops to do some Christmas shopping as well

They also gather around the fireplace on Christmas Eve and Jules plays Christmas carols on his guitar and sings

And ofc Kit cooks Christmas dinner every year lol

#choices mc madness #mc madness #christmas #merry mc-mas #open heart #hollywood u #untameable #ethan ramsey x sydney valentine #thomas hunt x jackie winters #kit jackson x jules rojas

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[2023 Masterlist] 2024: ☆January-March☆April-June☆

Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer [HollywoodU] [Red Carpet Diaries]

My Favorite Place + Art: A quick dialogue with Thomas x Alex

Happy New Year + Art 🎨: Alex and Thomas spend New Year's Eve at a Charity gala.

Cafe Wishes and Scone Kisses [Alex x Addison]: Alex and Addison have a coffee date. [HWU]

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley [Open Heart]

Couples Skate: Olivia takes Bryce ice skating.

#PlantLove: Olivia celebrates National Houseplant Appreciation Day.

Conversation Heart Letter: Bryce uses conversation hearts to write a Valentine's letter for Olivia

A Dinomite Find: Bryce discovers dinosaur chicken nugget pillows and they are a must! [📱]

Women in Science Interview + Edit: Olivia, Merida, and Casey are interviewed for an article celebrating Women in Science and Medicine.

Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades 1] [Blades 2] [Orphanage]

Adventures with Threep: Three vignettes of Threep's life with Rayden, Mal, and Daenarya. [Pregnant Threep]

Lost & Found + Art 🎨 : Art for and snippet from The Quest for Daenarya

Pillow Talk Under the Sun: Daenarya and Mal enjoy a warm afternoon in the backyard of the orphanage.

Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion]

Hidden Romance: Lilah makes an interesting discovery at Trystan's apartment.

Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle [The Elementalists]

Yoga & Pancakes: Emma, Shreya, and Atlas run into Beckett at breakfast and Emma discovers a new Attuned food.

Tuneless Wonder + Art 🎨 : Emma shows Beckett that the tuneless world has magic of its own.

Nyx Selenastra x Aerin Valleros [Blades 2]

Crossroads: Aerin follows a unicorn through the woods, only for it to lead him to a mysterious elf.

Writing Gifts

Love in the Afternoon [Tobias x Casey for jerzwriter]: Tobias and Casey enjoy an afternoon dance.

Whimsical Walks and Poetic Talks [Ernest x Tulsi for oh-so-youre-a-nerd] : Ernest and Tulsi take a late afternoon walk around Ledford Park.

In the Arms of Night [Mal x Autumn for ThoseHallowedHalls]

Funko Pop

Bryce x Olivia

Blades of Light & Shadow

Valax (Book 2)

Imtura Tal Kaelen (Book 2)

Nia Ellarious—WIP (Book 2)

Maiele Nightbloom (elf MC) for lilyoffandoms

Daenarya of Riverbend (human MC)

Marya Moonglory (elf MC) for gaiuskamilah

The Elementalists

Helios (Arylu - The Elementalists) [featured]

Laws of Attraction

Wind (LOA MC) for oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Open Heart

Bryce x Olivia Easter Sketch

Bryce x Olivia Umbrella in the Rain Sketch

☆ Thomas x Alex Kiss with Bogart by ArtbyAinna

☆ Thomas x Alex Chibi: My Favorite Place by majoma_art (insta)

☆ Thomas and Alex holding a heart by liiyaan

☆ Hollywood Glamour Hunt by oh-so-youre-a-nerd

☆ Happy Birthday (me) and Alex by WeetleBeetle

☆ Thomas and Alex Cheeb Art by WeetleBeetle

☆ Thomas and Alex New Years Dance by ArtbyAinna

☆ Post Christmas Bliss: Thomas x Alex by wisejazz

☆ The Best Crew (blades chibi heads) by artoile

☆ Mal x Daenarya: All the Kisses by cammarada

☆ Lost & Found: Blades 2 Reunion by cashweasel

☆ Mal Christmas/Birthday Postcard by artoile

☆ Bryce x Olivia Kiss - Cherry Blossoms by irdeinfierno

☆ Olivia, Merida, and Casey: Women in STEM Day by ArtbyAinna

☆ Beckett x Emma Northern Lights by ArtbyAinna

☆ Nyx and Luna Rose by lilyoffandoms

Moodboards

☆ Bryce + the color blue

☆ Olivia + the color yellow

Edits

☆ Nyx edit

☆ Altas Ernhardt in Blue Edits

☆ Olivia, Merida, and Casey magazine edit

☆ Mal Mermaid Edit

Other Things

☆ Nyx + Nyssa friendship

☆ Hunt family birthday update

☆ Bryce + Keiki lunch note HC

☆ Nyx's skin color HC

☆ All my MC, OC, and LI birthdays

Asks

☆Nyssa x Daenarya Ask (18+)

☆ What flowers symbolize Nyx? What flowers is their favorite?

☆ Some HC about Nyx

☆ Nyx + Demiro

☆ Bryce x Olivia Blanket Fort HC

Gifts

☆ Alex Sketch

☆ Mal x Daenarya drabble and art

☆ Maiele x Daenarya neck kissing art

☆ Olivia x Blades Moodboard

☆ Thomas x Alex Coffee Shop Edit

☆ Mal Picrew Gift

☆ Nyx Aesthetic

☆ Trystan x Lilah drabble

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