Artful Choices with Dani 💖

a collection of my personal commissions and a few of my own art attempts from the PlayChoices Fandom This blog will not post original art. It is where I will reblog my art, so it's all in one easy to find place.

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This blog is simply a space for me to reblog my art commissions and my attempt to art from my other blogs in order to put all the art in one place. 💛

Directory:

💚 Most Recent Art: 2026

💙 My Commissions

💜 My Attempts to Art

💖 Writing Masterlists

🩶 Artist Recs

My Choices Blogs:

❤️ Main: @lovealexhunt

🧡 Thomas Hunt specific: @theartoflovingthomashunt

💛 General Choices + most fanfic: @storyofmychoices

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In honor of Ainna's birthday, I put together this little collage of Mal x Daenarya art she's made over the past 5 years.

Artist: artbyainna (IG)

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It was the loveliest @weetlebeetle's birthday yesterday and I realized I shared this on Insta but not here.

Enjoy this collage of some of the Thomas and Alex art Neb has made me over the years! If you don't follow her, you absolutely should! Her cheebs are my fave (if that was not at all obvious over the past 7 years lol)

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“You coming, Kit?”

Thank you to @/ariekochan on Instagram for this adorable art of Mal the Magnificent. 😍😍😍

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Thank you for this beautiful sketch of Mal & Daenarya, @shazrystyles 😍😍😍😍😍

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Look at these two!!!! (Well, Three(p))! I love this so much!  😻😻😻 Thank you, @domakir!

Updated with Loola Here

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for @storyofmychoices

part of @night-triumphantt‘s Masquerade Challenge

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This is SOOOO gorgeous!!! Thank you for bringing my MC & dress to life. I will be staring at this for a long time! Truly this is stunning @kaya-houseduskraven

😻😻😻😻😻😻

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Mal & Daenarya, featuring Threep! 😍

I love this dynamic so much! Thank you @tiny-pastel-unicorn for bringing this to life!

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Mal & Daenarya 😻

Thank you @neonravensart

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Aiden Zhou

Doodle of the day

For @hss-appreciation-events and @choicesbookclub

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Inevitable

Huge thank you to the incredible @oh-so-youre-a-nerd / @ascindio for this incredible piece! I am in complete and utter awe! It is simply perfection and exactly how I pictured it!

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex (F!MC) Book: HWU/RCD — Golden Age Hollywood AU Word Count: ~ 1,350 Synopsis: Hollywood newcomer Alexandra Spencer is working on her first picture at a major studio. Veteran Thomas Hunt is going through the motions. Despite being from different studios, their paths continue to cross. Is it coincidence or something more? A one-shot AU told through a series of vignettes.

Read on AO3

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer] [Red Carpet Diaries] [Hollywood U]

The flash of the cameras danced around her, each lens begging for her attention. Camera shutters echoed in her ear. This was the moment she'd dreamed of—imagined a thousand and one times. She tilted her chin and turned her shoulder.

Everything was perfect.

It should have been enough.

It wasn't.

Her practiced smile didn't quite reach her eyes. For a moment, she almost turned, as if someone had called—though no one had. They'd never noticed. The studio had been sure she was media-ready for today. Nothing would challenge her their big moment.

Not even him.

i. chance

Her heart fluttered as her fingers delicately traced the golden Art Deco door handle. She was finally here. Inhaling deeply, she lifted her head, straightening her shoulders, before opening the studio door.

The space was dark except for a few soft stage lights, the set not yet reset for the day. She lingered near the door, her gaze tracing over the space. If these walls could talk. She inched closer, a typewritten script held in her arms.

He walked swiftly across the stage. He paused only long enough to retrieve his blazer from the director's chair, then continued on.

The sound of footsteps pulled her attention. She caught only the silhouette of a man retreating. The echo of his step faded, leaving the space emptier than it had been before.

ii. thread

Muffled voices seeped through the wood-paneled walls as he navigated the narrow hallway. He passed Studio A on the way to the next. He’d always thought interviews were little more than promotion—advertisements for the latest picture, disguised as a conversation.

The on-air light was dim. He reached for the silver door handle. A soft laugh sounded from the other side, light and honest. He opened it slowly. A brunette woman met him. He stepped aside, holding it open for her.

"Thank you."

She stepped past him.

He let the door close behind her.

He almost looked back.

iii. glance

Her fingers curled around the white porcelain cup. The familiar notes of the freshly brewed coffee brought a smile to her lips. She listened to the quiet hum of the cafe. Her days had been filled with rehearsals and filming. Unscripted moments had become rare.

Her gaze lifted.

He sat at a table opposite hers. His pen scratched across the surface of the pages in front of him.

He looked up.

For a moment, their eyes met. She smiled over the rim of her cup, taking another sip before looking away. Her gaze turned out the window, watching those walking by. His reflection lingered faintly in the glass as he returned to his work.

iv. interruption

He moved with purpose through the lot. A call for quiet from a nearby set drew his attention. He turned toward the set. A familiar face caught his eye. She moved gracefully across the scene. Her voice was light, touched with optimism.

"Cut."

Her gaze met his as she turned away from the production.

Recognition flashed in her eyes. A slow smile spread on her lips.

He took a step forward.

"Alexandra."

A production assistant guided her back to her mark.

He lingered a moment longer before continuing on his way.

Alexandra.

v. choice

The scent of stale tobacco mixed with the sharp coffee aroma as she entered the cafe. She glanced around the space, making her way to an empty table. She took a seat and opened a small black appointment book, reading through the notes for the day.

She turned her attention out the window. A familiar reflection caught her eye, drawing her gaze to the table across from her.

He sat still, a book perched in his hands. His face gave little away, his expression unreadable.

She almost turned back to the busy street.

But she didn't.

Not today.

"Hello," she greeted.

His gaze lifted from the page, over the top of the book.

His eyes met hers.

vi. pull

"Alexandra, is it?" He closed the book and set it on the table.

"Should I be impressed Thomas Hunt knows my name?"

His eyes narrowed, the corner of his lip lifting slightly. "Many would be."

"You'll find I'm not," she challenged.

He studied her for a moment. She was more direct than he anticipated, her smile still unguarded. That was a rarity. "Indeed."

"My apologies if that disappoints."

The book remained closed beneath his hand. His attention no longer on it, his gaze fixed on her. "I'm not certain you could disappoint."

vii. bond

It had become effortless, spending time like this. The placid lake stretched out before them. Strands of golden sun kissed the water, scattering like diamonds across the surface.

Her fingers brushed over the soft fabric of the picnic blanket. The wind shifted, lifting a strand of her hair. He reached up, brushing it back.

"I like it here," she decided.

"It's quiet," he agreed.

"It's easier out here." Her gaze fell to the sandy shore.

His hand settled over hers.

"It's easier with you," she added.

"I've found the same."

“Careful, Thomas... You almost sound agreeable.”

The smile that tugged at his lips reached his eyes. His gaze drifted back over the lake.

viii. dream

The ballroom glowed beneath the ornate chandeliers. Voices around them blurred into the music.

She rested her head on his shoulder, his hand warm against her lower back. Her silk dress shifted with each gentle movement as they swayed slowly together. Nothing beyond them seemed to exist. When she lifted her head, her eyes met his. The smile that greeted her was unlike any the public ever saw. It was entirely hers.

"Alex." His voice was tender.

"I know."

As the song quieted, neither of them moved. He drew her closer, the distance between them fading. His lips found hers in a soft, almost fragile kiss.

The final notes faded into applause, but she didn't move.

Neither of them did.

ix. interference

"Miss Spencer." The steady voice stopped her before she could go further. "A word, if you please."

She drew in a deep breath, her body reluctant to follow. "Of course."

"Have a seat." The studio executive gestured toward an emerald green leather chair.

"You're still new to all of this, Miss Spencer, so I'll be quite clear. There are expectations that come with representing the studio. The image you present is not solely yours—it belongs to us. Personal associations are not without there consequences. If and when changes are required, they will be made in accordance with the studio's interests. I trust you understand."

"But—" Her mouth opened, though the expression that met her across the desk gave her pause. Her hands tightened. "I understand."

"I trust you'll attend the premiere of your upcoming picture in a manner consistent with these expectations."

She rose to her feet, smoothing the fabric of her dress before turning away.

x. destiny

Her smile never wavered. Each step down the red carpet had been choreographed for her. Who to talk with, who to pose for, when to hesitate, when to move on. It was another scene for her to play, far from the empowerment she thought it would bring. She was their Alexandra. She hadn't thought she'd miss being Alex.

With careful precision, she executed every look they wanted. The bright lights of the cameras started to dim as she neared the theater.

"Thank you!" She waved, posing once more for a final display.

The doors opened, welcoming her into the screening of her picture. She ascended the steps of the theater, slipping her gloves off. She'd been offered a private box. The first thing that had gone right. At least there, she would be free from the performance.

She paused outside of it. Her fingers caressed the green velvet curtains separating her space from the hall. Quietly, she slipped in, disappearing from the world outside.

She stilled, her eyes not trusting what they saw.

It was him.

Of course, it was him.

"How?"

"Does it matter?"

He stood to meet her, guiding her down into the seat beside him. He drew her in, and this time, he kissed her without hesitation. Nothing could pull them apart.

A/N: Initially I was going to do a kismet mini series on this but readership is so low in the fandom that I didn't think anyone would follow that long. So I compromised and tried to write 100 word drabbles for each "chapter" and make a mosiac one-shot instead.

If you read this, I hope you enjoyed it! It was a lot of fun to write. It's very different than my normal fluffy writing style. It's much more controlled and restrained. It was very hard especially when the finally got together not to revert back lol

Thank you again for reading!

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In every life, in every version of the story… it was always you.

This incredibly beautiful art is by the one and only @oh-so-youre-a-nerd! I am so in love with both versions of this piece, this b&w one and the colored version. It was everything I wanted it to be and more. The dress came to live stunningly, the pose captures their love perfectly, and the colors and tone are just beyond words. So much love for this and them!!!

Inevitable: Hollywood newcomer Alexandra Spencer is working on her first picture at a major studio. Veteran Thomas Hunt is going through the motions. Despite being from different studios, their paths continue to cross. Is it coincidence or something more? A one-shot AU told through a series of vignettes. [x]

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Our Greatest Adventure

This is the final part in The Hidden Path mini series. I started planning this moment 4 years ago. I've had this art for over 3 years. I've drafted at least a dozen versions of this and it never felt right, because I realized recently, it was never just about this moment, it was about all that came before and all that will come next. Having the mini series to explore that elevates this moment even more for me. I really hope you enjoy this art and the fic. Thank you for supporting these two for the past 6 years. I am eternally grateful.

Art by ArtbyAinna (instagram)

Read on AO3

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya with Rayden (OC), Lydo (OC) Book: Blades of Light & Shadow (Book 1 AU) Word Count: < 700 Rating/Warnings: General, no warnings

Synopsis: The map that sent them on their latest adventure has brought them home. This is part two of "The Hidden Path" mini series.

Background: This is the final chapter in The Hidden Path series. It also comes after previous attempts at Mal proposing: A Proposal (of sorts) and To Have and To Lose.

Her pulse quickened as she lifted the key, questions racing through her mind. She carefully traced the dark metal of the lock, the corner of her lip tugging upward at the familiar design.

For a moment, all she could think about was her family—her boys... and Mal.

Her hand shook as she slid the key in place, twisting it until she heard a faint click. She chewed her lower lip, not sure what waited on the other side. The wooden gate eased forward with a comforting soft squeak.

She stepped forward, her breath catching.

Red rose petals were scattered delicately at her feet. Candlelight flickered on either side of her, inviting her to follow their light. She took a slow step forward, the petals shifting softly beneath her feet.

The yard was quiet except for the giggles and excited squeals from the boys trailing just behind her.

"Mal." His name was a wordless whisper on her lips as she approached a floral arch illuminated with lanterns at the center of the space.

He held his hand out, guiding her forward. His other hand rested on her swollen stomach. "I love you both." His voice was quiet, just for her. "I'm sorry things fell apart today."

Rayden and Lydo moved behind him, checking their mark to make sure everything was perfect.

Mal leaned forward, brushing a lingering kiss on her forehead before lowering to one knee in front of her.

"Daenarya—" his voice cracked as he said her name. He opened his mouth, but his words failed. He shook his head. "I practiced this so many times, but with you, I lose what I thought I knew."

"There hasn't been a moment since I met you that I've wanted to be anywhere other than by your side," he continued. "When you paused this morning outside of the city, talking about home, I had to fight against myself to propose on the spot. That moment may have been beautiful, but it wasn't our home. When the rain fell, and you were once again in my arms, I was reminded how far we'd come since that first dance and how I never want that dance to end. I thought about asking you then, but it wasn't where I wanted to grow old together. But then—" his gaze fell, his head shaking. "—Then I hurt you... I never meant to make you feel like I didn't trust you. It took everything in me not to tell you. To know I hurt you today—Daenarya." Tears filled his eyes, slipping down his face. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she mouthed, her eyes glistening. She offered a gentle nod. "It's okay."

"If I had, I could have spared you so much pain. I'm sorry... but it's not just about us anymore. It's about our children and the home we share. It's not just about where we are now, but where we've been and where we're going. There is no greater treasure in this world or the next that compares with you.

Daenarya, will you marry me?"

Her breath hitched at the question hanging between them, her hands clasping over her mouth. A soft laugh broke through her tears. "Mal..." Her gaze flickered between him and the boys bouncing excitedly behind him. Her heart swelled. She nodded before she could answer. "Yes!" Her voice trembled, but her smile never faltered. "Of course, yes! I'll marry you!"

Mal slipped the golden ring onto her finger, his hands steady and sure.

He rose swiftly, pulling her into a kiss, his arms wrapping around her as he held her close, never wanting to let her go.

The boys' cheer broke their embrace. Their small hands tugged at them, waiting for their time to celebrate. The newly engaged couple fell to their knees, gathering their boys into their arms. Their shared laughter broke through the last of the tears as they held their family close.

This was just the beginning of their greatest adventure. 

Thank you again for reading! I hope you enjoyed this and hope that it feels earned and worthy of all they've been through.

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Geometric!Hunt

This one has been a long time coming. I honestly can't believe I haven't made geometric art of him before now. But it was one of my goals for this year. I had hoped to gift it to myself for my birthday but birthday depression was doing its thing and I didn't get to it but it's here now. I'm really happy with how this one came out. <3

Shape Count: 224

Adding tags to the original post since with the new update you need to reblog the original to get the comments/threads:

Choices Perma: @lilyoffandoms ; @dutifullynuttywitch ; @aallotarenunelma ; @quixoticdreamer16 ; @twinkleallnight ; @princess-geek ;

Thomas Hunt: @trappedinfanfiction ;

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The fastest man alive… and the (reluctant) man who believed in him.

Thank you to the lovely @weetlebeetle for this adorable art of Barry and Harry!

I've been rewatching the Flash and remembering how much I adore both of them (as well as most of the rest of the cast) so I decided to get some art. ❤️⚡️❤️⚡️❤️⚡️

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Just Getting Started (Happy Birthday, Alex!)

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

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex (F!MC) [Red Carpet Diaries] with Addison Sinclair, Felicity Hunt, Vincent Hunt, Bogart Hunt Synopsis: Three snippets from Alex's birthday morning. [~850 words]

Art by the always amazing artbyainna (IG) (my birthday present to myself!)

Her hands slid down the front of her dress, smoothing the fabric. She glanced in the mirror, lingering a moment too long.

"Mommy, mommy, look!" Felicity announced, twirling her way into the room. The skirt of her dress floated out around her. 

Alex's attention was pulled toward her daughter, her smile widening. “Let me see that again.”

Felicity was only too eager to agree, giggling as she spun, and spun... and spun.

"Okay," Alex gently steadied her daughter, preventing her from spiraling out of control. "You look beautiful!" 

"Me next!" Vincent spun into the room more like a mini tornado than a graceful ballerina, Bogart playfully wagging his tail beside him! 

"Happy Birthday, Mommy!" The twins wrapped their arms around her in unison.

"Thank you! And, don't you both look wonderful!" 

"They're not Addi originals, but they'll suffice," Addison teased, appearing in the doorway.

"Thanks for helping get them dressed, but don't you think we're a little overdressed?"

"In this town? There's no such thing," she winked. "Now, who's ready for brunch?" 

******

Alex followed behind the host as he led them through the restaurant toward the patio. "Don't you think this is too much?" 

"It's your birthday!" Addison defended.

"It's also brunch with two five-year-olds!" Alex laughed, "They like places where coloring on the placements is encouraged."

"We're almost six!" Vincent pouted and held up one full hand and one more finger as if doing so proved his point. 

"Yes, that's true. Two almost six-year-olds," Alex clarified, earning a proud nod from her son.

"Will you just trust me!" Addison nudged her as they continued forward. "Have I ever led you astray?" 

Alex's brow arched as she thought back to some of the trouble they'd gotten into in the past. 

Before she could argue the contrary, Addi continued. "Actually, don't answer that." 

"Daddy!" Felicity screamed, rushing forward, launching herself at her father.

Alex's step slowed. He was supposed to be at work. She told him not to take the day off... yet, here he was. Her breath caught in her chest, and her eyes shimmered in the sunlight with unshed tears. 

Thomas walked forward, meeting his wife where she stood. "Happy birthday, my love."

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was soft as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"I wouldn't miss this day for the world." He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she stepped back. His thumb brushed over her jaw.

"I love you." The words were but a whisper leaving her lips. 

"Eww!" Vincent groaned, his hands reaching out to cover his sister's eyes as she returned the favor. 

Alex and Thomas couldn't help but laugh at their innocence. 

Addison checked the imaginary watch on her wrist. "Oh, look what time it is."

"What time is it?" Felicity asked, her eyes filled with wonder. 

"Ice cream time!" She answered. "Who's coming with me?"

"Me, me, me!" Vincent bounced in place.

"Me too!" Felicity ran beside Addison, taking her hand.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked, her head tipping to the side. 

"It looks like we're going for ice cream." She gestured to herself and the twins. "But you two can enjoy not having ice cream here!"

"It's 10 o'clock! It's too early for ice cream!" Alex insisted.

"I believe I have used that same opposition to your insistence on consuming caffeine; however, it was 10 o'clock in the evening," Thomas offered, his brow arching as his lips curled up ever so slightly. "I think we can make an exception."

"Fine, go with Aunt Addie for ice cream!" 

The twins cheered as Addison led them away.

"Do you think I'll be the most fanciest at the ice cream place?" Alex heard her daughter question as she left. "Maybe they'll make me an ice cream princess!!!"

"Only one way to find out!" 

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Alex rested her chin in her hand, trying to hide her smile as Thomas leaned against her. It didn't feel real. "How long have you two been planning this?" she questioned, meeting his gaze, her joy never fading.

His fingers brushed a loose strand of hair back, tucking it behind her ear. "Long enough to make sure your day is just getting started." 

"Oh, really?" Her brow quirked up. "Now, I'm curious to know what comes next." Her fingers tangled with his.

"Patience, my love." He drew her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. "The day is still young, and you have much to yet enjoy."

"Can you give me a little hint?" She begged.

"Our lovely children will be terribly disappointed if I let you in on their plans," he insisted. 

Alex leaned closer, her breath tangling with his. "Please?"

"I don't believe I can oblige that request, my dear."

"Pretty pleaseee?"

His lips met hers, softly, tenderly, like the brush of a butterfly's wings.

"You'll just have to be patient for a little while longer."

Alex leaned into him, deciding that if she had to wait, there could be worse ways to spend the morning. For now, this was more than enough.

Thank you for reading and supporting this little family. They are my forever OTP and I will always treasure sharing them with this fandom!

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Ready for the Party (Happy Birthday, Olivia)

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) with Malia Lahela

Book: Open Heart [~400 words]

Summary: Malia helps her mom celebrate her birthday! [Fluff, no warnings]

A big thank you to @weetlebeetle for bringing this idea to life! It's absolutely how I pictured it!🥺😍❤️

"Happy buhday to you, happy bifday to you, happy buhfday, mama! Happy buhday to youuuuuu!!!" Malia sang out proudly, singing at the top of her lungs. She toddled forward straight to Olivia, wrapping her arms around her mom. "Mama's birfday! Yay!!! I do good?"

Olivia pulled her daughter in for a big hug. "It was perfect, my beautiful girl. Absolutely perfect!" She brushed a kiss on her forehead, cradling her head a moment longer. She knew these moments wouldn't last forever.

"Oopsies! I forgot!" Malia tapped her head and bounded away. 

"What is she up to?" Olivia questioned as Bryce drew her in for a tender kiss. She lingered there, resting her forehead against his chin. "Thank you for today."

"I don't know what you mean," he replied coyly. 

Before Olivia had time to challenge him about the beautiful flowers she'd received all day, Malia had returned with a stack of party hats in hand.

"Hat!" 

"How could we forget the hats?" Bryce knelt next to his daughter, helping her put on her own party hat. 

"Mama next!" Malia declared, holding a paper party hat toward her mom. Olivia knelt down as much as she could, helping Malia place the hat on her head. 

"Dada now!" 

Bryce scooped Malia into his arms, helping her put his hat on. "Now, everyone is ready!"

"No," she shook her head, holding up the other hat still in her hands. 

"We all have hats already," Bryce insisted, pointing out each person's hat.

"Nuh-uh!" she wagged her finger at him. "Fishy!"

"Oh," Bryce chuckled. "I'm not sure the baby can wear the hat yet. Why don't we save it for next year?" 

"No, now!" She insisted, "Down!" 

Bryce set his daughter down. There was no arguing with her when she set her mind to something. 

Malia stood on her tiptoes, stretching as high as she could reach next to her mom. "Hi fishy!" She pressed a kiss to Olivia's stomach and then held a hat on top of her baby bump. "Fishy have hat!" 

Bryce slipped an arm around Olivia’s waist, his hand resting gently over the tiny party hat perched on her belly, helping hold it in place. “Now it looks like everyone’s ready for the party.”

"Yay!" Malia bounced in place before once more bursting into song, "Happy buhday to you..."

A/N: Malia LOVES her baby brother, even if she still insists the baby is a fish. I don't know why I came up with this HC, but it's my favorite for her lol She felt Makoa "kick" in her moms belly and thought it felt like how a fish would swim/move its tail so she insists her mom is having a "fishy". She is very excited and proud of her little fish!