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inlocusmads · 5 months

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I also love how everyone at the very least got to confront their fears or find a solution for it.

Nia got to find a balance between her Light and Shadow selves. She doesn't have to choose a side anymore.

Tyril could see True Magic in action and maybe put his faith in something right. If you choose the "merge the realms" ending, he's just in awe of how balance is restored back in the realms. However I'd have love to see him feel a sense of right and wrong again.

Mal stops avoiding family. He goes home to his old family while raising a new one. The Mal who's not comfortable with settling down and wants to adventure till his last breath, found a peaceful home where he could do both.

Imtura finally gets accepted by her family and new friends. She's no longer the ostracized pirate Orc. She's put her past trauma behind her and learned to embrace it than sail away on a ship. I hoped for a line of dialogue about her still healing from the trauma of her mother's loss but I hope it is addressed.

Aerin, in the merger-ending, finds a home far away from the palace. He's able to carve his identity out for himself outside of Baldur and his father and is actually recognised for his work than get shunned for it.

Valax aims to build back whatever her mother destroyed, essentially gaining independence, free thinking and an ability to accept love first, before loving back.

Kade starts out as a storyteller and ends as a storyteller. Except he's got more stories to tell, more to write and more to explore. He's no longer the sick, weak kid anymore. He's intellectual, he's smart, he's resourceful and he can do anything with the tools and the confidence he now has.

MC gets to make a name for themselves and meet the interesting people and go to the interesting places they've always ever wanted, thus going from a small town nobody to a somebody at least. To conquer that fear of the unknown and embrace whatever's in store in the future.

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While a lot of them aren't really that explored I'm just gonna take this as a sign that these characters all got a nice happy ending. I played the merge the two realms route so I'm not sure how it would look like in other situations. I hope even in the other routes, thanks to the knowledge these characters have gained, they'd probably turn out to be better, more well-rounded people who can see the in betweens and not just the good versus bad.

#blades of light and shadow #blades kade #tyril starfury #mal volari #nia ellarious #aerin valleros #raine nightbloom #playchoices #princess valax #imtura tal kaelen #blades of light and shadow 2

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zhoras-bitch · 6 months

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For @bladesrc, I gave my MC Ray Nightbloom her official book 2 depression makeover. It's a little fancier than the way she used to dress because she can afford nicer stuff now and because there is more attention on her as the hero. She's learned that elves and human nobles in particular can be quite judgemental. Plus, looking good gives her some sense of control when the rest of her life feels like it's falling apart.

I cut off her sleeves, so now she fits in with the team. Don’t question the practicality of a maxi skirt for adventuring, but if you do, it's fine because she is an archer/healer/mage/alchemist and doesn't usually engage in close-range combat. Beside the lip and the forearm, she has more scars, but I couldn't really show them off because I imagine they are mostly on her torso (realistically, that's where her opponents would aim, right?). Maybe in another edit.

#bladesredesignchallenge #bladesrc #playchoices #choices edits #my edits #blades of light and shadow #oc: ray nightbloom

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francisketches · 5 months

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messy blades doodles and Raine/MC re-design cause the base outfit is an eyesore lol

(the fabric can be pulled up and down to make it a skirt or reveal pants :D)

#my art #doodles #bolas #blades of light and shadow #playchoices #raine nightbloom

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starlight-starfury · 4 months

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Under Starlit Boughs

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Characters: (F!Elf!MC) Raine Nightbloom x Tyril Starfury

Rating: General

Warnings: None, but I’ll warn you it’s unapologetically sappy 😅

Length: 2k

Summary: After talking about the old parties of legend, the Fae realise they finally have cause to throw one of their own.

Tags: @liviusofpella @watatsumi-island @inlocusmads @lilyoffandoms @brycesgirl @sophie-summer @lancelotsimp @megas-choices @princess-geek @julia-highstorms @citrusdarling @mavidraws @lover-also-fighter-also @otakudreamer @stars-are-within-me @mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog @camillyohfreire @mindlesschicca @queen-arabella-of-cordonia @choicesficwriterscreations (tagging everyone who interacted with this post, if anyone wants to be added to the tag-list permanently please let me know! I’ll be making a post about it in a few days as well 💜)

A/N: Because we deserved a cute Whimsywood date 🫶

A song of laughter echoed in the air as everyone sat crowded together under the shade of the pearl petal tree, telling stories and sharing fruits that tasted of sweet mallow and fine dew.

Even the forest seemed to find wonder in the joyous occasion as the trees sent forth a gentle breeze, causing the flowering boughs above to sway and the soft petals to cascade down around the storytellers like light rainfall.

As the Fae reminisced over tales passed down from their ancestors about the Light realm, questions began to arise, and Tyril spoke. “Stories of your parties have become legend in our world. What were they really like?”

“That was long before I sprouted,” the Fae Elder answered, silent throughout the conversation but now smiling fondly at the memory. “But I heard the tales from my elders. They spoke of intricate fashion, delectable foods and wine that tasted of Light.”

“You mean to say, you’ve never thrown one yourselves?” Raine asked.

Willow shook their head. “Very few of us remain, and we’ve no cause to celebrate of late. Not with Shadow lurking so close.”

“Of course you do!” She said. “You’ve been trapped in the shadow realm for centuries, isn’t returning to your homeland worth celebrating?”

The Fae whispered and hummed amongst themselves for a moment, their murmurs like the faint rustling of leaves amid the forest undergrowth before they leapt to their feet enthusiastically.

“Raine is right!” Willow declared, beaming. “Let us all rejoice. To returning to the realm of Light, and to honour our new friends who will help ward our forest from the Shadow!”

The glade seemed to thrum with excitement as everyone stood and the Fae began making their preparations. Raine made her way over to Tyril, who had leant against one of the ancient trees and was gazing around at the magical clearing, awestruck.

“I see some things never change,” she grinned. “I’m glad you finally got to meet the Fae, Tyril.”

A smile touched his lips as she reached his side. “I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

He nodded back to the forest, where multicoloured orbs of light drifted through the air like fireflies. “It’s incredible that a place so vibrant and full of life can exist in a world such as this.”

Raine looked towards the enchanted scenery, admiring how the trees seemed to bend and dip their branches in greeting to the Fae as they walked past, and how the glowing flowers bloomed in clusters like starlit nebulae below. It made her mind drift back to the Deadwood, the decayed forest merely remnants of a distant memory compared to the magical sight before her.

“Well,” she said at last, “if all this travelling has taught me anything, it’s that beauty often thrives in chaos.”

Tyril’s eyes softened as his gaze shifted to her new attire. She looked like a forest nymph or woodland goddess in the sylvan dress, woven of emerald silk and flowing gossamer that shimmered like dappled sunlight alongside the entwined branches climbing across her fair skin. A crown of leaves was nestled in her hair, and her eyes shone violet as the wisteria blossoms above.

“It does, indeed.” His smile was tender as he reached up to gently cup her cheek and she swayed into his touch, his words a faint whisper against her skin. “Even the stars envy the brightness at which you shine.”

His sentiments were proven true as she beamed under his praise, but before she could answer him the Fae returned to the clearing all at once, and the moment was disturbed like ripples spreading across the surface of a tranquil pond.

“Come, come!” Willow beckoned, and the group reconvened beneath the pearl petal tree once more.

Raine noticed some of the Fae were holding instruments, elegant wooden flutes with budding sprouts that appeared to have been carved from the branches of a fallen tree.

“Is this one of your traditions?” She asked.

“Yes!” Tansy clapped. “The Fae Circle is one of our oldest celebrations, with much music and dancing!”

“Hang on, a Fae Circle?” Mal said before turning to the rest of the group, voice hushed. “Are you sure this isn’t just a trick to keep us here forever?”

“Mal!” Nia scolded. “Don’t be rude!”

“What, haven’t you heard the legends? Mortals who entered a Fae circle were never seen again.”

Imtura followed his gaze pointedly towards where a series of petrified faces were engraved in the bark of a large tree. “…Those aren’t just carvings, are they?”

Willow’s large eyes saddened, a swirling mist shimmering within the dark pupils. “They came to harm our forest, but the trees are our home and family. They would have plucked us from the soil one by one and uprooted everything!”

Raine leant in to whisper to Tyril. “Is all of this true?”

He nodded slowly. “I’ve said before that the Fae are made of magic down to their very essence. That power can become wild and unrestrained if provoked, and it sounds as though they’ve been a target in the shadow realm for some time.”

The nearby Fae’s ears began to droop as Willow continued speaking. “We try to strengthen our roots and bloom despite our hardships, but the trees cast a heavy shadow, and our numbers grow smaller still.”

Raine frowned. “You won’t have to worry about that in the Light realm, we’ll make sure no one harms your forest.”

Willow’s eyes brightened once more at her encouragement. “We cannot thank you enough! Please understand, the Fae Circle is an act of joy and all will be safe. And since you have come to help us, the forest will always remember you as friends.”

Tansy nodded. “The trees also like it when we play music to them, their boughs are always lighter and their leaves shine bright.”

“How does the Fae Circle start?” Tyril asked, and those holding instruments sat themselves upon the grass, lifting their flutes as they began playing a delicate yet jubilant tune.

“Everyone must stand in a circle around the tree and hold hands!” Willow said cheerfully, and Raine smiled as Tyril entwined his fingers with hers.

The rest of the Fae were the ones who began leading the dance, and the others quickly picked up the unfamiliar steps. It wasn’t long before everyone found themselves spinning and twirling around the pearl petal tree in unison.

Laughter filled the air once more, and the sweet petals drifted down around them as though joining in the dance as well until everyone was rosy-cheeked and breathless.

The celebration carried on through brief respites, sharing refreshing drinks between dances and telling stories both old and new. For once, both the realms were united in their joy, and together they could help the Fae create a brighter future for their people, and for each other.

When all the air had escaped her lungs, Raine wandered towards the edge of the glade to catch her breath. It wasn’t long until Tyril found his way to her side, and together they both sat down on a fallen, moss-covered log.

She looked up to where the branches of the great trees parted to reveal the vast night sky, an expanse of darkness that seemed impenetrable by even the brightest light, unusually empty and bare.

“There are no stars here,” she murmured. Without them, the sky felt hollow, like a canvas lying blank. No famed hero’s legacies lied etched across the surface, no constellations adorned the sky shimmering with stories still untold, no glimmer of hope was to be found in the endless dark that stretched on eternal.

“Then we make our own.” Tyril said, before he cupped his hands and little motes of starlight drifted from his fingers into the air. The colourful specks hovered there for a moment, emitting a soft glow that pulsed in unison with the rhythm of their beating hearts before rising up to settle themselves among the lush branches.

“They’re beautiful.” She smiled and they both sat quietly for a moment, feeling more at ease in a realm full of chaos and uncertainty while in each other’s presence, watching as the lights twinkled softly above.

“Do you find it strange? Seeing a sky without them?” Raine asked.

He nodded slowly. “In Undermount we revere the stars, our very existence is mirrored in their being. The history of our people is written among them, with each great victory and tragedy carved into the constellations like a woven tapestry to display all we have been through, and all that is to come.”

Tyril lifted his gaze past the tree branches. “To imagine a place without their existence feels…wrong.”

She looked down, subconsciously beginning to rub her wrist. The skin where her bindings had been was red and raw, another reminder that she had allowed herself to be captured, that she had been weak.

A frown creased his expression as he glanced at her hands, but his voice was gentle when he spoke. “None of us blame you for what happened.”

“And what if I blame myself?” She whispered, tears beginning to pool in her eyes. “Everyone went through so much because of me, especially you…”

Raine trailed off as he slowly lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her wrist, each brush of his lips lighter than a butterfly’s wings.

She dipped her head as her cheeks flushed light pink, warming under his gaze before he pulled her into his arms and she leant her head to rest against his shoulder.

He murmured into her hair. “I couldn’t protect you last time and I…I blamed myself every day you were gone because of it.”

“Tyril…” she frowned. “None of that was your fault.”

“I know, but that does not change the fact that I failed you.” His eyes filled with sorrow as he traced a finger along her jaw, tilting her chin to look at him. “Every day my heart ached for your return. To see you again, even if you were but a fragment of a dream…”

She let the tears fall as she pressed her lips softly to his, overcome by emotion as she ran her fingers through his raven hair, longer than she remembered. His kiss held all his heartache and remorse from that painful year before he leant back, resting his forehead against her own.

They stayed that way until a softer tune began to play from the more lively part of the forest, and Raine threaded her fingers through his. “May I?”

“Always,” he smiled as she led him to his feet, the two of them alone in their own section of the woods. “Do you remember the first time we did this?”

“Danced?” She asked, and a pleasant night breeze surrounded them as Tyril guided her into position. “You mean at the masquerade?”

He nodded. “Sometimes that feels like a lifetime ago, as though everything has changed since then.”

“And yet, nothing at all.” She said, her voice quiet and tinged with sorrow.

His gaze was far away for a moment before he looked back towards her once more. “Never mind that now, all that matters is having you back in my arms.”

“And there's no place I'd rather be,” she smiled.

He spun her into a graceful twirl before pulling her back in close, and they swayed together gently as the song slowly faded into the next.

They danced until Raine found herself backed against one of the grand oak trees, and when she looked up she could still see the little stars Tyril had summoned earlier hovering among the branches, some of them twinkling as though they were shooting across the sky.

“I like having our own little universe,” she said, and the bark was rough against her fingertips as he leaned in for a kiss once again, like a blazing star that would sooner collapse than part from her touch.

“The night sky is ours,” he assured, and the rest of the forest seemed to melt away under his embrace, until it was just the two of them dancing beneath their stars above.

#may i provide some fluff in these trying times (ch18 aftermath)#choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #blades of light and shadow #tyril starfury #tyril x mc #raine nightbloom #tyril x raine #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #choices stories you play

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thosehallowedhalls · 29 days

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A Discovery

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Mal Volari x Autumn Nightbloom (F!elf!MC)

Rating: General audiences

Words: 444

Summary: Upon moving in with Mal, Autumn makes a surprising discovery.

A/N: For @dutifullynuttywitch. Thank you for being you, dear friend. My brain isn't at 100% yet, but I hope you enjoy this little drabble all the same.

Looking back, neither of them recalls who was the first to broach the topic of Autumn moving in. Mal only remembers saying, upon returning to Morella, that they’d need to get her things back to the orphanage when they had a free moment. She remembers cracking a joke about Autumn-ifying the bedroom. But if there was any official request, any drawn-out consideration, it’s long gone from both of their minds.

Not that it took them so very long, mind you, but they’ve been so busy trying to help people after the merging of the realms that Autumn moved into the orphanage weeks before her things did.

“Careful!” She exclaims when he casually heaves a box over his shoulder. “All my best weapons are in there.”

“You planning on using them any time soon, kit?” Mal asks, eyebrow quirked.

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Are you trying to tempt fate? Why would you say such a thing?”

“All right, Autumn, I take your point.” Mal wipes the sweat from his forehead. “At least we’re almost done.”

As the sounds from the city waft through the closed window, Autumn winces. “We’re going to need some curtains though.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you hear this?”

“Hear what?”

“City boy,” she teases. “All the sounds. The people, the horses… I think I even heard a pig.”

“Ah, yes. That’s Mr. Welly’s Porcupine.”

“Porcupine?”

“I know. Terrible name for a pig.”

“That’s not what I… Never mind,” she decides. “The point, Your Magnificence, is that we need some way to muffle the noise. So, curtains. How do you not have any already?”

He shrugs. “I guess I never saw the point.”

“Oh well. We’ll go to the market tomorrow.”

“Or I could just make them.”

She looks at him like he just grew an extra head. “What do you mean, make them?”

“I mean,” he says, mimicking her tone. “That I’ll make the curtains myself. There’s probably some leftover fabric from when I made curtains for the children’s rooms, anyway.”

Vaguely aware that she sounds like a parrot, Autumn can’t help but echo him again. “You made the curtains for the children’s rooms?”

“Of course I did. I’m damn skilled with a needle.”

Her jaw is still hanging open “How did I not know this? How has it never come up?”

“No idea. I repaired all my clothes during our adventures.”

“You did?”

“Okay, the shock is getting old.”

“Sorry! But… I thought I knew everything about you.”

“Clearly not. But.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m willing to let you study me.”

“Very generous of you.” Autumn laughs and shakes her head. “What will I learn next, I wonder?”

#mal x autumn #mal x mc #mal volari #autumn nightbloom #blades of light and shadow #playchoices #30 drabbles in 30 days

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