[choicesarehard]

Semi-Hiatus

I’m taking a bit of a break from Tumblr to re-charge. I might sign on occasionally to queue posts, or reblog art here or there, but I won’t be checking tags, DMs, or Asks. Apologies in advance if I’m slow to reply or miss your latest content! 

[choicesarehard]

Art Commission: Nia Ellarious by @cyanide-chicken for #BladesAW

I really wanted a piece that showed how strong, how powerful Nia is. In my mind, this is the moment she steps between Duchess Xenia and Tyril and says “he is under my protection.” 

[primrivere]

lowkey missing her

[raleighcarrera]

routine

ride or die | colt kaneko x mc (ellie wheeler)

an au where everyone is college friends, colt’s best friend is getting married and logan’s fiancé, ingrid, picked the girl he’s been harboring an unhealthy crush on for eight years to be her maid of honor. as the best man, he’s not exactly looking forward to having to spend so much time with her.

this is a companion fic to cliché, told from colt’s pov.

tags: @lovehugsandcandy, @pixeljazzy, @troublemakerinspace, @yaushie, @tempesrature, @zigtheeortega, @jaxmatsuo

~18.6k words | M (18+)

colt and logan were grabbing a beer at the dive bar down the street from the garage, a thursday night tradition they’d held onto since they first graduated, four years ago. 

even before they’d moved out of the dorms it was time that had always been set aside for the two of them, ever since the housing lottery dumped them together as freshmen roommates who just so happened to share the same late night class in the weird building off campus next door to the pool hall that didn’t card students. 

things had changed a thousand times over since then. they spent a lot less time together now that they weren’t living in the same place anymore, and they’d both gotten jobs that were mostly befitting of actual adults, and –

“i’m going to ask ingrid to marry me,” logan said, smiling in that carefree way he always did.

– there was that. 

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[zigtheeortega]

a postcard from the ride or die li’s 🖋

i thought i’d make a separate post with all of the postcards together because i couldn’t resist the side by side when @macarenaandrad3 included this with the final products! im still so obsessed with how they came out and i can’t thank you enough for executing the idea so perfectly!!!

logan | colt | mona

[lady-waltz]

Farewell, Mona

For @rodappreciationweek

[brightpinkpeppercorn]

Ride or Die | Day Two | Colt | @rodappreciationweek​ | commission by @lilas​

His die is cast 

[rodappreciationweek]

The year is 2031…

…or 2045…

…or something in between. It’s up to you!

This #RODAW, we want to know: what happened after the story ended?

We’re asking each of you to open up your MC’s time capsule and tell us: where are they now?

Did your MC start a new life without looking back? Or did they return to the West Coast, or embark on a new adventure to find their lost love? Are they married now? Did they settle down and have kids?

We want to see your best creations continuing the story, whether that be through art, writing, edits, playlists, or any other medium you like. Your submission can be as far in the future after Ride or Die’s ending as you like. And the best part? Everyone who contributes will be entered to win a FREE art commission! We’ll be announcing the artist soon, so stay tuned for updates.

Please make sure to tag your creations #rodtimecapsule and #rodaw and mention the blog. You earn one entry per day for every piece of writing, art, or editing you create, and entries can be shared at any point during the event! Winner will be chosen at random.

Disclaimer: If the mods feel like it doesn’t quite fit the prompt, it’s up to our discretion whether or not we count it. Don’t let this discourage you, though! If it doesn’t fit here, you’ll still be entered in a gift card giveaway.

[pixelburied]

if you were here for the jake McKenzie height discourse, you are now eligible for an AARP membership

[booksandothersecrets]

Enemies to lovers romance is the journey from sweetheart (derogatory) to sweetheart (affectionate)

[client-327]

If you are still doing the drabbles, "Being somewhere you don’t want to be" for ColtxMC? Please? I really like reading your stories.

Rating: PG  // Pairing: Colt x MC // Word Count: 1901 // Summary: This is from my slice of life prompt list: # 34 - Being somewhere you don’t want to be. And ‘somewhere’ doesn’t always have to be a physical place. // Notes: PB owns all of this. Sorry for fulfilling year old requests. I desperately need the practice.

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Colt slowly blinked his eyes open. The pain inflicted from the morning light filtering in through the window was instantaneous and he took a moment to come to terms with it. It should have been the first indicator that something was off, given that his room had one window and it faced a dark alley. Instead, he was signaled by the mountains of throw pillows surrounding his head and the layers of bedding that he was snuggly tucked under. Definitely not his room.

The unfamiliarity sent him bolting upright in the bed, a choice he immediately regretted when the pain in his head blurred his vision and caused a retching sensation to crawl up his throat. With hands placed at either side of his head, Colt spared a moment to calm himself down despite the mounting feeling of vulnerability. 

The room finally stopped spinning long enough for him to take in his surroundings. The light blue walls were vaguely familiar. He stood slowly to his feet to grab a photo off the desk near the bed and dropped back down on the mattress to examine it. Sydney.

Now that he knew, he couldn’t unsee how every inch of the space was infected with her personality and style.  

This was her room; Detective Wheeler’s house. Colt had no recollection of how or when he got here, but the fact that he hadn’t been arrested was a little reassuring. His boots were placed neatly at the foot of the bed and he slipped them on without bothering with the laces. 

For a brief moment he considered climbing out the window, it was, after all, the historical way he had entered and exited this space. He would have had it not been for the prospect of potentially seeing her downstairs; it drew him towards the door instead. 

It creaked open louder than he would have liked, by design he was sure. After taking a moment to peer around the photo-strewn hallway, Colt spotted the stairs and made way to them. The smell of breakfast food filled the air, but very little sound came from downstairs. The walls lining the staircase were filled with even more photos of Sydney and the detective’s smiling faces. A third person, who could only have been Sydney’s mother, smiled at him from some. Her kind face made him momentarily thankful that he would never have to live with being the reason that she was disappointed in her daughter. 

His heart raced frantically as he neared the bottom, unsure what he was going to find. The nervousness was only made worse by a near catastrophic slip down several of the stairs. A hushed string of expletives escaped him as he clung to the handrail to stop the momentum. He regained his balance just in time to hear a voice call out to him from below. 

“Stealth was never your strong-suit,” her voice melted away any hesitations that he had previously despite the chiding. His heart gripped in his chest.

He took a deep breath and made his way down the last few stairs until Sydney came into view. Her hair was messily tied up and looked like she hadn’t slept very well the night before. He hoped it wasn’t because of him. She turned from her place in front of the stove to face him as he closed some of the distance between. 

Colt looked more disheveled than she had ever seen him before. His signature leather jacket was missing and his hair was tousled from sleep; a far cry from the comically put together guy she had left behind two years before. The look both softened him and made him seem more dangerous at the same time, like there was a missing variable that Sydney didn’t have, and you couldn’t afford to not have all the pieces when dealing with Colt. 

The silence stretched between then making the space more uncomfortable than it should have been. It’s not like they hadn’t spoken or met up since back then. It had just been a while and the last time hadn’t exactly ended too well. None of the times ended well if they were being honest with themselves.  

“Are you going to say anything?” She relaxed against the edge of the countertop to hear him out.  A Langston sweater hung loosely from her shoulders, but it wasn’t the one he remembered. 

Colt rubbed a hand roughly across his eyes and through his hair before speaking, “I don’t really know why I’m here.” Maybe this was a dream anyway. 

Sydney scoffed briefly, “Well that makes two of us. Do you remember coming here at all last night?”

Colt shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed and very confused. He used to feel comfortable being this vulnerable around her. 

“That’s not really surprising considering the state you were in,” she turned from him and continued to tend to the food on the stove.

He wanted to leave, but couldn’t pull himself away from her now that he had her in front of him. Instead, he stood there and wracked his brain for any hint of what might have happened the night before. The last thing he could remember was a job going south very quickly. 

“Dad will be home in a couple of hours, but you can stay for breakfast if you have time.” She turned to look at him then and couldn’t help but grin at the puzzled look on his face as he undoubtedly backtracked his every move from the previous day.

“Colt?” 

He looked up at the sound of his name cradled in her voice, quirking an eyebrow in question. 

“You were pretty drunk last night. Is everything ok?” She took a step towards him as if she could determine his condition by getting a closer look. Maybe she just wanted to be closer. 

“Never better,” the words came out as a mumble that didn’t even seem directed at her. 

In a split second the fog lifted from his eyes and he seized the opportunity in front of him, not knowing when he would get to see her again, “How are you doing? You look really good, Sydney.”

She took a step back remembering the danger that came along with closeness almost too late. It was too easy to fall into Colt’s charms; too easy to forget all the things that kept them apart.

“I’m great. School is going great. Spring break has been great.” She wanted to stop saying ‘great’. She wanted to be convincing but the morning sun was highlighting Colt’s face just so and nothing was true anymore. 

“I’m glad to hear it.” And the sincerity in his eyes showed how he meant it. He wanted her to succeed, wanted her to be the best.

The intensity of his gaze made her heart thunder in her chest and Sydney knew she had to stand her ground or they were going to fall into their same routine of reuniting and falling apart. She couldn’t bear it again.

“You can’t keep coming around like this. I can’t be your security blanket when you go to these dark places, Colt.” That is always when he needed her most, when he took the business just a little too far and spent a piece of himself doing it. Sydney was the only place he could find his missing pieces again. “You chose this life and when you chose it you knew that it was going to be a life without me in it.”

The speech sounded rehearsed. It was. 

 “I know.” He broke the eye contact that he had been maintaining with her to rub deep paths across his eyes. He really didn’t want to have this conversation with her again. “I didn’t even realize I came here.”

“That’s another thing. You shouldn’t be coming here at all. What if my dad had been home? How did you even know I was going to be here?” Genuine concern drowned out any judgement that Sydney might have attempted. 

“Things weren’t always bad between us.” He was closer again. The look on his face made it seem like he hadn’t even heard what she had just said.

Sydney shook her head, but the look on her face finished his sentence with ‘but they are now’ without her having to say it. 

Colt’s face pinched in guilt and pain for a moment before adding, “I think I’m just going to go.”

He looked around a moment, probably for his jacket, before turning towards the door. Sydney hesitated, this wasn’t easy for either of them. 

She reached out and grabbed his hand, “please just stay for breakfast.” She shrugged “you’re already here.” 

Their hands lingered together too long for either to force them apart. Sydney found the strength to look into Colt’s eyes to find the affection there that she feared the most. The slightest tilt upward of her chin was all Colt needed to wrap his fingers warmly around the back of her neck and pull her into him. 

Her lips were the closest thing to home that he knew and every drop of tension escaped his body with them pressed against his own. He knew she would stop things in a moment and he savored the time that he had here. Ignoring the pain from what was probably a split lip from a fight that he didn’t remember being in, Colt pressed deeper into the kiss, this was all they had.

Sydney’s hand trailed underneath his shirt and his head spun with memories of her skin against his.

The door opened abruptly and Sydney pushed him away as fast as they had come together. She turned her back on him to compose herself before addressing her father.

“What the hell is he doing here?” The detective entered the area slowly, checking for immediate threats beyond the present gang member and burning food on the stove. 

“We were just talking,” the excuse came out lame and unbelievable, but what else could she say when she tasted Colt on her tongue with every word? 

 “You know he isn’t welcome here. None of them are.” His face was dangerously close to a sneer. 

“Yeah, she didn’t know I was stopping by.” Colt might as well take the blame. He had earned it anyway.

“I don’t care. You need to go.” The detective wasn’t going to be listening to any excuses and he was beyond caring who was to blame. Every time he thought his daughter was done with the MPC, they always came creeping back into their lives. 

Colt spared a glance at Sydney, he knew these kinds of altercations were hard on her, but she wouldn’t look his way.

“He’s right.” She wrapped her arms around herself, “You need to go, Colt.”

He scoffed in disbelief, “Believe me, this is the last place I want to be right now.” He was disappointed, in himself and in Sydney.

The detective held the door open for him and shut it firmly once he was on the other side. The smell of the greasy breakfast food made Colt’s stomach churn, that’s what he told himself. He glanced around for any sign of his bike, and came to the conclusion that he probably hadn’t driven himself last night. Instead he took off walking in an attempt to put any distance between him and the Wheeler’s perfect house in the suburbs.  

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[goldenxchoices]

choices aesthetics distant shores aw 2021 -> robert

“i’ve been fascinated by piracy since i was a boy. i wanted the freedom, the adventure…”

(tag list: @distantshoresaw)

[ratanslily]

ds ost x graphics

for day 7, wildcard @distantshoresaw

[choicesarehard]

Art Commission: Adelia and Axton by @rachelbigpeep for @distantshoresaw​

[zigsnose]

i couldn't sleep last night so here's a compilation of choices OSTs paired with visuals of the vibes they exude

song list/credits below

all from the lovely dovely Poki Chu on Youtube

🎵 Nightbound - Now or Never

🎵 The Elementalists - Lurking in the Shadows

> dancer: @kelsey_ellison

🎵 Nightbound - Lair of Luxury

🎵 The Royal Masquerade - The Succession

🎵 Perfect Match - Left Behind

🎵 It Lives in the Woods - Fight or Flight

> dancer: @quintab

🎵 Blades of Light & Shadow - A Living Legacy

> duelers: unknown

[plejaades]

POV: You're a successful doctor, going to work and honestly, my brain is empty and I can't come up with a creative caption. Bryce has that effect on me.

@little-froggy @desskryze

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[thefirstcourtesan]

I am not necessarily sad to see Wolf Bride end, but I am a little sad to see @choicesarehard’s stream end. I had so much fun these past months, getting to know the other participants and just generally bringing a more chaotic side to my personality than I normally share with Tumblr. And I think @lightsilenced is very glad that it took me until tonight to figure out I could undo bans and time outs that the mods impose 😂, if I had figured it out earlier @raleighcarrera and @pixelsandkink would have managed to be even more delightfully chaotic.