I might have yelped a little* when I opened my DMs and saw this absolutely GORGEOUS piece by the bafflingly talented @oh-so-youre-a-nerd (seriously, every time I see one of your pieces, I wonder how are you even real).
When @choicesjanuary2024 ended, @lilyoffandoms (who happens to be a gift of a human being) told me I had won a commission with Thia. I immediately knew what I wanted drawn: the breakup scene in this story, which feels a lot more heartbreaking now that I have this insanely beautiful art to accompany it.
Thank you, Thia and Lily!! You've both made me very happy.
*And by a little, I mean loud enough to scare my cat.
Thanks yall for joining me this month!! I know I’m behind on reading and reblogging to my personal blog but know that I loved each and everyone of your lovely creations and I’ll try and catch up soon.
Now go join the @choicesfebruary2024 challenge.
Winner for this month’s giftaway will be announced soon.
I will accept submissions for this month’s challenge through Saturday, February 3rd (CST). On February 4th, those that have submitted and took part in this challenge will be entered into a little drawing I have planned.
Since I've received this ask from @inlocusmads about Cas x Saini, I've fallen into a deep reflection. Considering that HIM / VV (Ville Valo, former frontman & lyricist now solo) have countless songs about love, I thought I could try to describe my pairings' relationships using their songs. With this, I'm participating to @choicesjanuary2024 Day 16 - Relationships and @choicesfebruary2024 with Eros, Philia, Storge and Pragma. Keep reading under the cut for the surprise! :)
Cas x Saini
HIM - Vampire Heart:
Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed, and lead you along this path in the dark where I belong 'till I feel your warmth. Hold me like you held on to life when all fears came alive and entombed me, love me like you love the sun, scorching the blood in my vampire heart. I'll be the thorns on every rose, you've been sent by hope (you'll grow cold). I am the nightmare waking you up from the dream of a dream of love (just like before).
HIM - Resurrection (demo 1998): link here
There was a time when I could breathe my life into you, one by one your pale fingers started to move, and I touched your face and all that was erased, you smiled like an angel fallen from grace. We've been slaves to this love from the moment we touched, we keep begging for more of this resurrection. [...] You kissed my lips with those once-cold fingertips, you brought me back to life.
Ash x Skylar
VV- Run Away from the Sun:
Run away from the sun, to me; run away from the sun, into my arms; disappear with me, love; dive into the dark; run away from the sun, to me; run away from the sun, to me; run away from the sun, into my arms; disappear with me love, dive into the dark; run away from the sun, to me. We are the ones with moonlit hearts, run to me; we are the ones with moonlit hearts, run to me; we are the ones with moonlit hearts, and we belong to another world, run to me.
Dan x Riikka:
HIM - When Love and Death Embrace:
I'm in love with you and it's crushing my heart, all I want is you go take me into your arms. When love and death embrace.
- Original timeline
HIM - Dead Lover's Lane:
Crawl down dead lover's lane
The maze of memories stained
And suck the blood right out of my heart
Scream out love's name in vain
Embrace the pain again
And lose yourself alone in the dark
Dead lover's lane
- AU timeline
HIM - In Joy and Sorrow:
Oh girl, we are the same, we are strong and blessed and so brave with souls to be saved, and faith regained; all our tears wiped away.
In joy and sorrow, my home's in your arms, in a world so hollow it's breaking my heart;
In joy and sorrow, my home's in your arms, in a world so hollow it's breaking my heart.
Lincoln x Kanerva:
HIM - Love's Requiem:
The heart of darkness is hope of finding you there, and that hope will be our love's requiem. Take me into your arms, and sing me your beautiful song, hold me until we're one, and sing me your beautiful song.
HIM - Close to the Flame:
The kiss sweetest and touch so warm,
the smile kindest in this world so cold and strong. So close to the flame burning brightly, it won't fade away and leave us lonely.
The arms safest and words so good, the faith deepest in this world so cold and cruel.
Abel x Hilkka
HIM - Into the Night:
Blinded by the sun's brightest rays
Radiating from the sharpened razor blade
Side by side: darkness and light
Play their game so unafraid, their heartbeats synchronized (we're engulfed in fire)
Into the night we ride, scars wide open
Into the night, you and I torn and broken
Bleed into the night and I'll meet you there
Waiting for the world to end
Oh let it end again
Parker x Pilvi
HIM - Shatter Me with Hope:
Run, come shatter me now, shatter me with hope; crawl, come breathe me in, bleed out all sorrow; scream me a dream, untouched by shadows; baby, shatter me now, shatter me now, shatter me with hope. Swear on your heart's grave I'm wrong, and love like your life's depending on it (because it is!).
Connor x Siiri
HIM - You Are the One:
No I won't surrender at any cost, you're something so sweet and tender from my heart. Yes I've done my evil, I've done my good, just believe me honey, I won't let go of you. You are the one and there's no regrets at all, you are the one and there's no regrets at all.
Donovan x Edelmina
VV - In Trenodia: link here
Just like braille I read your kintsugi heart
Feel my way back home through the scars in the darkness
Sing me a love song for the lost and lonely
A monody for all lovelorn hearts
Sing me a love song for the one and only
In trenodia, high on the dying sun
I will accept submissions for this month’s challenge through Saturday, February 3rd (CST). On February 4th, those that have submitted and took part in this challenge will be entered into a little drawing I have planned.
I promised myself I'd expand on my Eli x Zoe headcanon as we do the Wake the Dead reread; before too much time slips away, I decided to finally get started. This is an expansion/reimagination of the chat Eli and Zoe had by the fireplace on their first night in the lodge. Some of this dialogue is directly from the story. I hope you enjoy it.
Book: Wake the Dead
Pairing: Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC)
Words: 1,600
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mentions of death, loss
Summary: When Zoe can't fall asleep on their first night in the lodge, she joins Eli at the fireplace and realizes he has more than one reason for being awake as well.
A/N: @choicesjanuary2024 Day 31 - Beginnings, starting over.
Double dipping in @choicesfebruary2024 - Eli & Zoe are at the very early stages of Philia/Friendship love, and they're on their way to Ludus/Flirtatious love, though Zoe will make that journey much quicker than Eli! Pragma (practical love) and Philautia self-love) fit in a little, too, but not as much. :)
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She’d blame the wind. The wind whipping against the rickety eaves overhead would be assigned fault if anyone asked why she was awake. But as she gazed blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling above, Zoe knew the wind would be falsely accused. Sitting up from the cold, wood floor, she stretched her arms over her head with a soft groan. She’d never thought much of her lumpy mattress back at The Tower, but compared to this, it may as well have been a cloud. She looked around the darkened room, subconsciously counting the bodies sleeping in their makeshift beds one by one, and the pit in her stomach grew when she was done. It wasn’t a nightmare; Ana, the one constant in her life, the person she loved above all else, was really gone. She watched over the others, not with anger, but envy. How did they do it? How could they just fall asleep when nothing in her world would ever be the same again.
A loud pop from a log crackling in the fireplace pulled her gaze in its direction. That’s when she saw Eli staring blankly into the fire, a forlorn look that matched the sentiment in her heart washed over his countenance. He said he’d watch over them as they slept, but it didn’t take much for Zoe to realize that wasn’t the only reason he was awake. Sliding out from under the dusty old quilt she had found, she quietly made her way over and sat across from the relative stranger.
“Hey,” she said with the slightest trace of a grin.
“Hey,” he replied, his eyes never retracting from the dancing flames. “You should be asleep.”
“So should you,” she countered.
The unspoken dare commanded his attention, taking him out of the trance he was in. His eyes lifted toward her, but in a moment, they were back on the ochre flames.
“Someone’s gotta keep watch,” he droned, voice devoid of emotion.
“True, but I’m awake now. So why don’t you get some sleep?”
A tiny smile crept across her face when Eli didn’t budge.
“Yeah, I thought so,” she replied smugly. “I appreciate you keeping watch, but that’s not the only reason you’re awake. Is it?”
“It’s just...” he sighed wearily. “It’s been a long day.”
Sensing the sadness in his voice, Zoe felt compelled to look away. Gazing down at her hands, she picked at a torn cuticle as the minutes ticked away.
“It sure has,” she whispered. “I’m sorry about your cabin.”
“It had to be done,” he said with a shrug, but the pain in his eyes told another story. “It wasn’t safe there anymore.”
“Still, if you hadn’t helped us, then....”
Eli silenced her with a wave of his hand.
“What’s done is done.” He closed his eyes, and memories ushered him back in time. Zoe swore she saw a hint of a smile on his lips, but it was gone the moment his eyes opened. “Someone I used to know always said, ‘Don’t’ sit in a pile of should.’ We did what we had to do... all of us. There’s no use lamenting it.”
He reached into his pocket and removed the papers Zoe saved. Unfolding them with care, his face visibly softening as he read.
“If you don’t mind me asking... what are they?”
“They’re schedules. Lists of chores and when to do them. My parents put them together for me and my brother,” he held a page in her direction. “This is my parent’s handwriting... and those scribbles? That’s where my kid brother tried to cross his chores out, hoping no one would notice.”
“Did it work?” Zoe smiled.
“With my parents? Not a chance! They never missed a thing.” He was silent for a long while. “Seeing their handwriting always brings me back.”
Zoe earnestly studied Eli. “Life must have been so much different for you. Growing up in The Tower, everything was so cold and regimented. I can’t imagine growing up in a home with a family...” Now, it was her words that slipped away.
“Everything has its advantages... and disadvantages, I suppose.”
“Yeah, but I bet your chores were more fun than sifting through moldy garbage searching for scrap metal.”
“Fun’s not the word I’d use. But it kept us alive... kept food on the table.”
“So tell me what it was like,” she asked, unaware of the genuine smile that had come to her face. “What was the first thing you did when you woke up in the morning.”
“Perimeter check. Make sure no drones had broken in during the night.” He chuckled to himself, remembering Zoe’s reaction when he pointed out she didn't know how to clear a room earlier that day. He wasn't making that mistake again. “I suppose I can show you how to do that in the morning.”
“Ha ha,” she replied, shooting him a sarcastic yet warm look. “And after that... what did you do next?”
Eli rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Probably checked the traps to see if we caught anything over night. If we did, it was a good day. Spared us the trouble of hunting.”
“Hunting? Eww,” she flinched. “I’m starting to understand the appeal of ration bars. Less brutality, less work.”
“Yeah,” he said with... was that a smile, “but not nearly as tasty.”
He turned his eyes back to the papers, his calloused fingers tracing the words. As he drifted into another world, Zoe inched closer.
“I’m surprised that’s what you wanted saved. Of all the things in the cabin, that was most important to you.”
“Everything in that cabin was important to me, and there were undoubtedly things that could have been more useful to us. But this... this is a part of them...”
“Is...” she hesitated. “Is your family... gone?”
Her words didn’t register at first, but when they did, he folded the papers and tucked them away in his pocket. Shooting a stern gaze her way.
“You shouldn’t have gone back for this. You put yourself at risk. The place was crawling with zombies; you could have been killed.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t,” Zoe smirked. “And I don’t think we should sit in a pile of “could” any more than we should sit in a pile of “should.”
Eli’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. He laughed, and Zoe couldn’t understand why, but it filled her with warmth. She wasn’t sure of many things at this uncertain time, but she was sure that she wanted to make him laugh again.
“It doesn’t work as well that way,” he sighed. “See, sitting in a pile of should is a play on words... like sitting in a pile of sh.... you know. Never mind. I appreciate you doing this for me. It was very brave and very stupid.”
“And very worth it,” she said, their eyes meeting for a split second. “Now you have something to remember them by. I’d give anything to have something of Ana’s...” her voice cracked.
Eli looked over at Dirk, fast asleep on the couch, Ana’s knapsack serving as a pillow. “There has to be something in there?”
“Yeah,” Zoe whispered sadly. “He doesn't know it, but I’m stealing that fucker back from him.”
“Let me know when,” Eli smiled. “I’ll be happy to help. I really am very sorry about your sister... I... I know how that feels."
“Thanks,” Zoe looked away. “I suppose all our days are numbered, but when I woke yesterday... it was my birthday! It was my first day as a scout; I hadn't been that excited in so long... who knew I'd be running from The Tower that night... who knew I'd lose Ana,” she swallowed hard, doing all in her power to fight back tears. “I don’t know how I will survive without her.”
“Look, I know we just met, but I can tell you’re strong. I can see your resilience. You’ll get through it. It won’t be easy, and the pain will never fully go away. But the days will pass, and little by little, you’ll see... you’ll survive.”
“Survive,” she scoffed. “Sure, I’ll survive. But I had hoped that someday, I might actually live.”
“Well, that part’s up to you.”
“Have you lived?” She asked. “Since you lost your family...
“You should probably try to get some sleep, Zoe.”
“Ooorrr... you could just tell me you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Two things can be true at the same time,” he smirked.
“Fine,” she grumbled, heading back to her spot on the floor. She turned around, surprised to find him watching her. “Just one more question.”
Eli looked up with a raised brow.
“Why did you decide to join us?”
“What choice did I have?”
“Oh, you had a choice. You said you’ve been alone for a while; you could have continued and found a place on your own. Something tells me you would have been just fine on your own, Eli Sipes. So why come along with this ragtag bunch?”
“I figured it would be easier to survive in a group.”
“Survive,” she replied with sarcasm. “How about living, Eli?”
“I haven’t lived in a long, long time.”
“Hmm,” Zoe shrugged. “That could change. I guess that part’s up to you.”
Who was this woman throwing his words back at him... and why did he find it endearing instead of infuriating. A puff of air escaped him as he shook his head. “You know I don’t completely dislike you – why don’t you go to sleep before that changes.”
“Oh, you like me,” she teased. “You may be too stubborn to admit it yet, but you do. And I don’t blame you... I’m adorable!”
I will accept submissions for this month’s challenge through Saturday, February 3rd (CST). On February 4th, those that have submitted and took part in this challenge will be entered into a little drawing I have planned.
Hey y'all! We'd like to create a CFWC Advisory Board. This is a new idea and a work in progress, so the exact way it will work is subject to change. As of now, we'd like to form a group of ten fandom members that represent a cross-section of creators from different Choices fandoms. It will include writers and artists, and it's important to us that board members represent the diversity within our fandom.
The purpose will be to discuss CFWC policies and events to continue to inspire creativity, support our community, and ensure fair representation for all.
To be eligible for the board consideration, you must:
Be an active creator of the Pixelberry Choices Fandom. For purposes of the board, "active" will be defined as creating within the past 12 months; the past 6 months is preferred.
You should be following CFWC and participating in events, or at least have familiarity with them.
You must be comfortable sharing your thoughts amongst board members and committed to doing so in a respectful manner, even when disagreement occurs.
As a creative community, we are opposed to the use of AI "art" and "writing." It is based on theft from real creators, and it diminishes their worth. Therefore, all members of the board must take a pledge to refrain from using/posting AI creations.
At this time, we're limiting consideration to those who are 18 or older.
There will be no ongoing administrative duties, but we will set time aside to discuss various ways to improve CFWC, help support the Choices Fandom Community, and plan future events. (The manner in which we do this will be decided upon later. We're leaning toward Discord, but that is not set in stone.)
If you would be interested in becoming a board member, please send a DM to @jerzwriter, and a very brief questionnaire will be sent to you. Requests will be taken through the end of February 2024. The selection process will be determined by the volume of responses.
If you have any questions, please feel free to send us an ask! Thank you in advance to those who are interested and signal boosts are appreciated!
This month, the challenge is all about love - but it's not what you think! In contemporary media, love is almost always equated with romantic love, and while I'm a huge fan of romantic love, I also know there is so much more to life than that.
The love we share with our friends, families, acquaintances, and the greater global community, and especially the love we have for ourselves, matter. So, I'm falling back on my Greek heritage and focusing on the seven types of love.
I'm not assigning "Days" to the prompts. You can use any prompt on any day, and any type of work can be submitted: fics of any length, art, headcanons, edits, poetry, moodboards, playlists, you name it. As long as it centers on Pixelberry Choices stories or characters, you can send it in!
Please see the links above for more information, and I can't wait to see what you create!
Summary: Tabloids keep speculating about the nature of Trystan and Emma's relationship. But how accurate are they?
@choicesjanuary2024 Day 13, Whispers. @lilyoffandoms
@choicesflashfics "How are you going to explain this?"
@choicesficwriterscreations
One: A Princely Affair?
Something’s up.
Luke smirks every few minutes, which would be alarming enough on its own – Luke Watanabe doesn’t smirk – but he’s doing it in her direction, and she doesn’t need to be a detective to know that doesn’t bode well.
“Spit it out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Luke...”
“For god’s sake, Watanabe, show her the post already,” Mafalda orders through her open door.
“I was working up to it! Detectives,” he grumbles. “None of you have any patience.”
“Luke.”
“Fine, fine. Check this out.” He opens a tab and gestures to the screen.
A Princely Affair?
Exiled prince Trystan Thorne was spotted with a mysterious brunette out and about the streets of Manhattan last Thursday. “It looked like they were on a coffee date,” a source says. Does the Drakovian expat have a new woman in his life?
“Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”
“Well, if you think it’s a tabloid speculating about whether you and Trystan are dating, then I’m afraid it is exactly what you think it is.”
“It might not even be talking about me! There’s no way in hell I’m the only brunette that Trystan has had coffee with.”
“On Thursday? When you spent all day together cramming for tonight’s gala?”
“It might have been in the evening.”
“Yes, because I’m sure Trystan Thorne is an evening coffee date kind of guy.” Exasperated, Luke throws his hands up. “Why don’t we just ask Trystan?”
“Ask me what?”
“Of all the detective agencies in all the cities in all the world,” she mutters under her breath as Trystan strides into the office. “Forget it. You said we had to meet with someone before the gala?”
“Ah, ah, ah. I distinctly heard my name, and now you’re trying to change the subject. My detective senses are tingling.”
“Once again, you do not have detective senses.”
He gives her a pitying look. “You keep telling yourself that.”
Two: A Prince in Shining Marguerite
“You made the tabloids!” Ruby exclaims with concerning glee.
“Again?”
“What do you mean again? What did I miss? Anyway, look!”
She shoves the tabloid in Emma’s face and… oh, good lord.
A Prince in Shining Marguerite
Trystan Thorne attended the ill-fated Iverson gala last night in the company of Cordonian noble Anastasi Zimena. The night ended with a bang when the prince carried his paramour out of the burning governor’s mansion in true princely fashion.
“A Prince in Shining Marguerite?” Incredulous, she takes the paper from Ruby’s hands. “Seriously? Who writes this crap?”
“Journalism majors who couldn’t care less about Trystan Thorne and an unknown Cordonian noble but still need to eat?”
Emma laughs. “I guess. At least my cover is still safe. For now, anyway.”
“What’s still safe?” Trystan asks, walking into the agency with a coffee tray. “I think I remembered all your orders. I make an exceptional delivery boy, if I do say so myself. If only my mother could see me now.”
Ruby plucks her cup from the tray. “Yep, a caramel macchiato for me. Thanks, Trystan.”
“Who knew he had his uses?” Emma quips, but she smiles a thank you as she takes her own cup. “And to answer your question, what’s still safe is my cover. We may have burned down the governor’s mansion, attracted the attention of the NYPD, and gotten dangerously close to getting kicked out of the case, but at least my name is out of the press.”
“Mine isn’t.”
“Perils of being literal royalty, I’m afraid.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let me read that.” He grimaces. “A prince in shining Marguerite? Who writes this?”
“That’s what I said!” She taps his shoulder with one finger. “Look on the bright side. You couldn’t have come out of this looking better if you tried.”
“Okay, but can we focus on the part where they bought that you two are together?” Ruby asks. “Whatever you did last night, it worked.”
Emma nods. “Which means we can continue to use Anastasi whenever we need to pursue a lead with that crowd.”
“You can admit you want to be my pretend date again, Emma. No one would blame you for wanting more of,” he gestures to himself with a grin, “this.”
She rolls her eyes. “You caught me. This whole murder investigation is just an excuse to get close to you.”
Trystan nods magnanimously. “Admitting it is the first step.”
Three: Has Trystan Thorne Found Love?
“Seriously, you guys, the romance rumors are getting out of control.” Luke waves his phone in their direction. Then he makes a show of clearing his throat and reads the article, pausing now and then for emphasis.
Has Trystan Thorne Found Love?
Crime-fighting duo Trystan Thorne and private investigator Emma Rose were seen sharing a meal at Rosetti’s yesterday evening, fueling romance rumors. Click the link in bio for details.
“Apparently anyone can tell from the way you look at each other,” he says with a laugh.
Trystan and Emma exchange a glance.
“Hilarious,” he replies.
“A hoot,” she adds.
There’s an undercurrent to their words.
Neither of them is ready to examine it.
Four: Trystan Thorne and Emma Rose, sitting on a tree
“We need to be more careful.”
Trystan looks up from his book to find Emma holding up her phone. “Hello to you too.”
“Hi, yes, hello. We need to be more careful.”
“We’re always careful.” Trystan waggles his eyebrows. “Not looking for any little princelings in the near future.”
“Trystan. Stop cracking jokes and check this out.”
She holds out her phone. Trystan takes it with a preemptive grimace.
Trystan Thorne and Emma Rose, sitting on a tree
Rumor has it that Trystan Thorne and Emma Rose were kissing outside of a Bronx bar yesterday. “I swear they were making out,” a source says. “I tried to take a picture but my battery died.” But not all evidence is lost! Another source sent us this picture of the pair getting up close and personal as they left the Ginovesi Detective Agency.”
“At least their phone died?” Trystan offers feebly.
“Thank goodness for small mercies. But this.” She points at the grainy photograph. “This is bad enough.”
It’s a picture of them standing close together, his hand on her arm, hers on his chest. It happened in a split second, such a small moment that neither realized anyone had noticed, let alone snapped a photo.
“It’s a close call,” Emma says. “Too close. How are you going to explain this? How are we going to explain this?”
He snaps his fingers. “You tripped!”
She nods slowly. “That could work. You grabbed my arm, and I put my hand on your chest to find my balance.”
They both wince when they hear it spoken aloud. As far as excuses go, this one’s rather flimsy.
“Nobody will believe us.”
“Maybe not. But it gives us plausible deniability.”
He pulls her into his lap. “One of these days it’s going to come out, you know. The whispers keep getting louder.”
“I know. But the longer we can put it off, the better.” She nuzzles against his neck. “I’m not ready to share you with the world just yet.”
Five: A Royal Romance
Emma walks out of the bathroom after showering to find Trystan sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling down his phone.
“Secret’s officially out.”
“Oh? What does it say?”
Trystan puts the mug on the bedside table and hands her the phone.
“See for yourself.”
She reads. It’s hardly different from any other article speculating on their relationship, except that this one comes with undeniable photographic evidence: she and Trystan leaving The Drunk Tank, their hands intertwined.
A Royal Romance
Trystan Thorne is taken, ladies and gents! The once-exiled prince, now former king of Drakovia, has been spotted holding hands with private detective Emma Rose, confirming long-standing rumors of their relationship.
She was… not drunk, precisely, but definitely tipsy when these pictures were taken, and she could no longer remember why they had tried so hard to keep their relationship a secret. Once upon a time, sure, it made sense, but now? She’s so happy she could burst. She was not going to hide it from the world anymore. Looking back, she has the sneaky suspicion that Trystan has felt the same way for a while now and was just waiting for her to come around to his way of thinking.
Fortunately, tipsy Emma and fully sober Emma are in full agreement on this topic.
She grins at him. “You’re officially off the market now, Thorne.”
He takes her hand and yanks, causing her to fall on him. He flips them around, one hand on her hip, the other on the mattress next to her head. “I’ve been off the market since a certain detective broke into my home and pointed a taser at me.”
“No wonder you stayed single so long if that’s what it takes to get your attention.”
“What can I say? I’ve always loved a grand entrance.”
“You certainly do.” She presses a lingering kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now how about we go out for breakfast and give them something else to talk about?”
I will accept submissions for this month’s challenge through Saturday, February 3rd (CST). On February 4th, those that have submitted and took part in this challenge will be entered into a little drawing I have planned.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing: Cassius Harlow x NB!MC (Saini Rusanen) - Immortal Desires.
Word Count: 11 964 words.
Category: Fluff / Emotional Hurt/Comfort / Found Family.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: The characters and the lore belong to Pixelberry. I own my Saini and my OCs: Skylar and the rest of the Barnett-Lyons family, Carsten and Ash, as well as Amy Stake and Vampires' Eden.
A/N: At last! After 20 days, 64 pages written in my notebook, 27 pages typed in LibreOffice and pacing myself in the meantime because of a nerve pain, I can finally share part 11 of Vampire Heart with you! The road has been long and bumpy, but the destination has been reached! With this fiction, I'm participating to @choicesjanuary2024 Day 19 - Renewal and Day 1 - New beginnings. It narrates how Saini is spending their summer, before returning to the newly rebuilt school, and how their life, themself and their loved ones are evolving. I loved telling it but didn't enjoy writing it because of my current physical pain. I really genuinely hope you will give it a chance and that you'll enjoy reading it. 💛
Feedback and reblogs are always very appreciated. :)
And now, the reason for this fiction: I have always found Saini's design tame for their personality. So, time to introduce you to the real Saini! ❤️ Under the cut :)
What if the Kingdom of Morella had a war propaganda office that used MC’s image to further army enrollment?
Poster below cut without graffiti.
I just think this would be a thing. I don’t know. I guess I’m a sucker for the fact that you know everyone turned on MC no matter the choice they made in the end. Maiele’s choice leveled cities and killed many. I just know, I know, this would be the reaction. Plus I do so love the fallen savior that had no real choice in anything. What are the chances PB gives us this is book three?
For Day 21 (Theme Prompt: Adventure) of the @choicesjanuary2024 challenge.
My Art ish Tag: @aallotarenunelma @storyofmychoices
