Hello, i am confused a little now and could use a sum up. I thought you guys would be great to ask.
How many choices fanprojects and which one do we have now? Both, finished and in-progress.
Thx for answering
Good question!
Currently as far as I know the only finished ones are Distant Shores: Coming Home and It Lives Within (which also has an alternate version called The Obsidian Cut coming soon).
There are a number of ones in progress, for example, I just recently found out about The Phantom Agent: Ride or Die! This is a sequel to both Ride or Die and The Phantom Agent. I don't know too much but I just played the demo and it looks like at least in Chapter 1 it's mostly from the point of view of the ROD MC but with an older looking MC.
Other fan projects that have had a demo out are The Elementalists and Bloodbound: The Siege.
There is also a project for The Cursed Heart.
There was also news of a fan made sequel for Hero and Laws of Attraction but I haven't heard any updates lately.
There was a project for Immortal Desires that started back when ID was going to be a standalone before PB decided to reverse the decision but that one ended up cancelled but fortunately PB did end up making sequels after all.
There is also a sub-reddit about Choices fan projects here!: https://www.reddit.com/r/ChoicesFanProjects/
That's as much as I can recall so far. Let me know if there are any others I missed.
Rereading Distant Shores. It’s better than I remember it being, but it still has its issues. One of the ones I’m noticing now that I’m playing it all at once as opposed to week by week is that the writers really, really liked bringing up how everyone underestimates the MC. The word “underestimate” in the context of the MC has been used once or twice just about every chapter.
do you guys realise distant shores could have easily been THE series. like for real. I'm still thinking about it. and the love interests and their own stories. the slow burn with oliver. wtf. and the mc from another time period and fucking Robert and UGH!!!!! pixelberry you wasted soooooo much potential
Extra: This also mentions some things that happen in the fanon project "Distant Shores: Coming Home" as I'm just taking that as canon now. "No beta we die like real men" as always.
Drabble Type: Hurt/Comfort, a nice ending :>
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No matter how much he forced his eyes shut, how much he counted sheep, nor how he tried to not think at all- he just couldn't make himself go back to sleep.
His mind was full, as he tried to stay as still as a rock to not mind the beauty that was next to him, face in his neck and holding onto him.
Oliver was always the last person to fall asleep.
It wasn't always an issue. He usually thought about things like his duties for the next day, wondering what he'd be tasked with, how his crew was doing, all of those sorts of mundane thoughts...
No. Tonight was anything but mundane.
It was actually sad.
See, Oliver had been thinking about his life before he became a pirate. Whilst he tried his best to change the Navy from the inside out, make the system better and transform it, his father's power even after death was always going to be stronger than his influence.
No one truly had listened to him, instead listening to the ghost whispers of Admiral Cochrane instead.
He thought about his life of luxury on the sea.
His beds were always comfortable, he always had food on the table and purified water next to his meals, how he never had to deal with arguments as everyone never questioned him.
Until now.
He didn't hate it though, even if it was a tough transition from luxury to piracy. He was still at sea, and even if he wasn't in a position of power anymore- he liked being around the crew.
They always laughed with him, argued with him, conversed casually and drink rum with him. He liked doing tasks around the deck, no matter how boring they were, as they were in a way exciting.
He usually ordered men around, looked out into his spyglass and discussed plans of action, and whilst a big part of him missed that, he liked having something to do at all times...
... And of course, if it weren't for becoming a pirate, he wouldn't have had the chance to properly court, and be with his beloved César. The man who was laying on top of him that was sleeping so peacefully, so beautifully.
The boat rocked beneath Oliver's back, and his hold tightened around César as he slept soundly.
...
Glancing down at César, Oliver couldn't help but wonder as he stared at the wooden ceiling...
What would his father think?
His father, Admiral Francis Cochrane, was a man of great power before his demise at Magdalena's temple. He made sure Oliver had the best teachers, the best mentors, was educated greatly in English and foreign languages and mathematics, and had the tools to one day take his spot as Admiral after his father would pass away. He was always told to marry a woman, have children, to be successful and to keep the "family business" going on for future generations...
And yet here he was.
A pirate, doing nothing even remotely similar to his lifestyle in the navy, and he was in a relationship with a man with no plans of having children.
His only direct successor.
He has his cousin as his back up, sure. But there shouldn't have been a backup at all if Oliver was destined from birth to become the Admiral after his father.
He stared up at the ceiling, his brain making sense of the lines in the wood in the dark and making up random shapes as he felt himself frown.
As he did so, César had started to stir awake... Slowly opening his eyelid, his vision was blurry. Seeing a collection of coloured blobs in front of him, of blonde hair and tanned skin sheathed under a thick layer of darkness from the night. He could make it out of who it was in front of him, of course, and he smiled softly as he nuzzled into Oliver's neck as he closed his eyes again...
...?
As he did, he could feel tiny shakes that came from Oliver's body. And he could hear Oliver's breathing, and... Sniffling...
César took his head out of Oliver's neck immediately, and worry had creased in the wrinkles of his furrowed eyebrows as he opened his eyes. He saw colourful blobs again, before opening his 3rd eyelids and seeing Oliver clearly...
His cheeks were wet, and he reached a hand up to wipe a tear from under Oliver's eye, the tip of his finger starting to form tiny turquoise scales at the contact.
Oliver had turned his head to look over at César, and César saw it all perfectly in the dark thanks to his heritage.
The excessive shine in Oliver's Greyish-green eyes, his upturned eyebrows and quivering lips that he was biting to stay quiet...
"Ollie?" César gently called out.
"Oh... César...," he quickly tried to wipe a few tears away with the sleeves of his top, his posh British accent crumbling, "Sorry, I didn't... Didn't mean to wake you..."
César's hands went to cradle Oliver's face softly, speaking low and softly.
"Why are you crying, my dear?"
Oliver didn't respond to that. At least, not yet. He felt so many emotions inside his chest that he couldn't control, and he felt so... So...
"... You don't need to worry about me, César." Oliver stated, as if it were fact.
"..."
César rolled off of him, and sat upright next to him. Seeing how Oliver looked away, he couldn't just take that.
"Mi amor, you're crying," César started to gently stroke the stands of Oliver's hair, as he continued, "I have to worry..."
He then placed his hand on Oliver's arm. Oliver immediately placed one of his hands on top of it, grasping it tightly, like a lifeline as he stared back at the ceiling.
"... I just..." He took in a deep breath before continuing, "I was always told by my father that... Men who were attracted to other men were horrible."
"That they weren't... 'right'."
"Oh..."
César then suddenly looked away, and back at Oliver. Taking a tiny cautious smidge away from him.
"Are you regretting us?" He asked... Very quietly.
"What?- no! No... No... I..." Oliver immediately sat up, facing César, "I would never, César, you're... You're one of the greatest things in my life. I would hate to see you leave... I didn't mean it that way."
Oliver then moved closer wrapping an arm around the man and bringing him closer. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of César's head and leaned against him.
"I'm sorry."
"It's... Alright," César leaned his head against Oliver's shoulder, "But... Why are you thinking that?"
Oliver had his chin on top of César's head, his blonde hair falling over César's thick brunette locks as he closed his eyes.
"... I'm thinking back to memories of my father..."
Oliver could feel César's warmth seep into him, and his shoulders relaxed as he brought another arm around the man he loved so deeply.
"I'm assuming bad memories?"
"Oh how he talked about people? Yes..." Oliver admitted, "I remember being... 13... Calling another boy "beautiful", around my father."
"He immediately told me to say "handsome" instead, as beautiful was a term meant for women only and if a man used it for another man, it was "Wrong"..."
"Jeez."
Oliver tightened his hold on César, readjusting his head so his cheek was against César's head instead.
"... I never knew I liked men, truly. I mean, I did think some were truly more handsome than others, but... I never... Thought about it."
"Well I mean, you grew up around a family that wasn't all-too supportive of gay people, I can see why you wouldn't."
"..."
Oliver stayed quiet for a few beats. César had his ear right up against Oliver's neck, and he could hear the melody of Oliver's pulse and the faint movement of blood moving through his body... It was soothing, lulling even, in this moment.
César's hands had gone to wrap around Oliver's torso, hugging him gently as the boat still rocked them both...
"... You're just so beautiful..." Oliver suddenly said, "The day I met you, I felt my heart stop. You're so gorgeous, back then I almost couldn't speak or breathe when I first saw your eyes and long hair, and I wanted to faint over your voice..."
"I..." Oliver sucked in another deep breath, "I never knew I could be attracted to a man so... Greatly. Until you."
César felt himself blush hard, and he looked away.
"Oh... Well, thank you."
Oliver didn't speak for another whole minute. Pressing another kiss to César's head. Tender, sweet, César and Oliver stayed still as they both listened to the waves just outside their window lapping over eachother...
It was a waxing cresent that night. A smile from the beautiful silver lady in the sky herself. She didn't pull the tides so harshly that day, simply letting her mysterious vast lady of the waters be...
Light glittered the waters, and César would have jumped into the sea for a midnight swim under any different circumstances.
...
Not tonight.
Tonight was about something more important, of course.
Oliver pulled his face off of César's head, and looked down at him. Pushing César's hair back to see his face properly as they looked at eachother.
"... I can't see why loving you would be wrong..." He said, absent mindedly smoothing out César's flyaways and brushing his hair with his fingers.
César simply looked into his eyes, as the moonlight started to peer into the room through the window, finally.
"It isn't."
"..." Oliver leaned forward and pressed another kiss onto César's forehead, "If loving you is wrong, I don't ever want to be right..." He whispered.
...
They fell back into a silent embrace. Oliver hadn't even noticed it, but his tears had all dried up and his heart didn't feel like it was breaking in two.
Instead, what replaced those feelings was a deep sense of comfort and security. He was with a man he loved, a man who cared for him, adored him, and made him feel...
Safe.
His thoughts of his father, of the memories, were replaced with ones of César, and of calm scenes in which he stared at the oceans at night and thanked the sea for sending César to him, even if the sea needed to take away his father.
He always liked the sea, lived by the sea, and now he loves it.
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{Fin}
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This one's been brewing for a while. Man I love distant shores, so much so I called my irl bestie a Scurvy Bilge Rat today (lovingly ofc) (she's given me permission to call her 1800s/1700s insults jokingly as long as she can do to me lols)
