#choices may challenge

[choicesmonthlychallenge]

Is there a May monthly challenge this month?

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HI Nonny!

I've been trying to be transparent with the May Challenge on this blog. I've shared that I hadn't heard from the host who volunteered. I reached out to them but haven't heard back.

In the mean time I started Pop Prompt Palooza as a quick event to fill the vacancy for the May Challenge for the first week.

I also put up a poll for what comes next asking what people would like. 3 more rounds of Pop Prompt Palooza throughout May to fill the full month. Or start a May Challenge this weekend. There are still a few days left to vote but it's looking like I'll throw together a May Challenge for this weekend if I don't hear back from the host but until then, check the prompts for the pop up event. Theres 20 prompts.

[jupitersmoon167]

In honor Mer!May:

SharkMer!Price attempting to win over stubborn SiameseFightingFishMer!Reader who continuously refuses his advances and makes him work to prove that he’d be a good mate and father to their pups what who said that?

[caesarflickermans]

why do ppl always want to pretend that there's this army of caesar fans around being [checks blog] misogynistic?? like just say my name there's no one else around

[in the words of blood orange] shut up. this is about me. "caesar fandom"

eta odd to claim you don't know me when you were raging in my notes about your fav that wasn't even about them. block list behaviour

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | forest // sixty-two

| @maladi777

A Heart's Pursuit |​

Aster’s curse has broken. Considering past events, there are three viable routes the proceeding scene may take. The audience will determine which of the following characters Aster will interact with. The winner will stand opposite him during this important reveal. This poll will have no bearing on the overall challenge winner, but will heavily influence Aster’s personal route and, inevitably, how his story here will end. You may use whatever logic you like to cast your vote.

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[kariachi]

Yet more for that Argit pokemon series.

The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry. Yes even if you get that one thing you swear is gonna help.

~~

Every pokemon center has a corkboard available for public use. Advertisements for jobs or events, requests for items, missing pokemon and person posters, all and more go up on the board for use by locals and those passing through. Argit checks them every evening before heading out, though there’s normally nothing worth the bother. Sometimes there’ll be a strong trainer looking for challengers, then they’ll consider the odds. They’re even starting to consider maybe sticking around for a battling competition if they see one advertised. Gimmighoul struggles to pull its weight, but salandit is strong, and they’ve managed a good seventy-percent win rate so far.

For the most part though it just people looking for pokemon, items, or skills they don’t have. That being the case, it hadn’t taken long for them to settle into a rhythm. Come downstairs, skim the board for anything with potential, and leave for the day. Exchange a few words with the nurse on duty when they got back, but otherwise ignore the other trainers. Why bother, when they didn’t intend to stick around or group up, and anything anyone had to offer would be up on the board with the rest of the nothing?

Probably it said something, about the quality of trainers around or about Argit themself, that it took until the sixth stop on their journey for anybody to properly catch their attention. A human, either an adult or almost, they aren’t great at telling, sat at one of the tables with a black and orange ghost-type hovering over their shoulder. On the table is a sandwich, a mug, a few papers, and a sign saying ‘Gourgeist To Good Home’.  Curiosity has their feet moving before they even realize, and their ear twitches as the human notices their approach as grins broadly.

“Hey there,” they say, standing and reaching over the table to extend a hand to shake, “I’m Jules, and this is pumpkaboo!” Argit takes the hand cautiously, tries to maintain a firm grip as they shake.

“Argit and salandit,” they say, hopping onto the chair Jules gestures too more to see over the table better than anything. Salandit hops onto their lap, then the table, it and pumpkaboo immediately setting to inspecting each other. “What’s up?”

“Pumpkaboo here is shaking to evolve and would love to travel.” Jules gives a depreciating little laugh, running a hand through their hair. “I just don’t have the space for a large gourgeist, don’t care for travel, so I was figuring a passing trainer would be it’s best bet.”

They slide one of the papers across the table. It’s a fact sheet about the pokemon in question, loaded with information a trainer might need to know. Ghost/grass type, large size, all shots, no pokerus. Hasty nature, good perseverance, knows confuse ray, disable, shadow sneak, and bullet seed. Ability is pickup.

Argit’s ear twitches again. What was that they’d said, way back when? That if gimmighoul couldn’t pull their weight maybe they could trade it for a pickup pokemon like they’d intended to catch. Without a thought their tail curls protectively around their bag. It isn’t pulling it’s weight, and despite the empty pokeball sitting in their bag they haven’t found a pickup pokemon.

Over two months it’s been though. That’s a long time. It left it’s chest to comfort them just weeks ago.

“What about you guys, what do you have going on?” Jolting slightly, Argit’s eyes flick up from the paper and their plodding thoughts. Jules is smiling at them, and an ear follows pumpkaboo as it floats over and begins inspecting Argit now. From the way salandit just watches it do so, they assume the pair get along well enough. With a deep breath to knock away the tightening in their chest, Argit slaps on a smile.

“Been travelling here and there, don’t really have a destination right now.” Sure there are no bad vibes so far, but they’re not telling anyone where they’re headed. “Haven’t been at it long but, I grew up around ghost types, got one myself already, know how to handle them.”

They also, again, aren’t sure they could afford another pokemon. They can do math, with three they’ll be paying more to keep their team fed and healthy each week than they do feeding themselves. Just to add another ghost to the team, bundle up on those weaknesses.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” Jules says, a hint of relief in their voice as they reach out and carefully scratch salandit’s head. Argit’s proud to say that as much of a skinny runt as they are, it looks in as good a condition as you can expect from a travelling battler. “If you’re interested, here’s the species I’d take in trade.”

They hand over another piece of paper, this one a simple list. It doesn’t, to Argit’s relief, have gimmighoul on it. Instead there’s almost a dozen other pokemon, each of which that Argit recognizes is, they’re pretty sure, relatively small when fully evolved. Well, at least Jules understands what they need from these things.

“Think I saw some of these on my way in,” they say as they go down the list, “can’t you just go out and catch one of ‘em yourself?” Jules laughs again, giving pumpkaboo a wistful look as it begins to join the perusing.

“If I could go out and catch my own pokemon,” they say, “I wouldn’t have gotten one I’d have to say goodbye to so soon.”

Argit hums a near understanding- saying goodbye isn’t easy- and refocuses on the papers in front of them. A grass type would help with salandit’s ground and water weaknesses, and that ground one would only get worse for the team if they ever got gimmighoul evolved. But those dark, ghost, and eventually fire weaknesses, and the extra care costs… Pickup would be helpful though, could easily double the amount of money they made. In that case pumpkaboo would more than pay for itself. And there’s that stupid- team cores made from fire, water, and grass types are a whole thing, they’re pretty sure…

Pumpkaboo draws their attention with a wispy mewl, floating in front of Argit’s face. Yellow eyes meet yellow eyes, and they can’t help but smile a little more honestly when it mewls again, drifting curiously from side to side. With a little huff of a laugh, Argit drops a hand on it’s head, warmth rising in their chest as it shoves it head deeper into their touch when they begin scratching.

“Give me a couple nights, and I’ll see what I can get ya.”

~~

The first thing Argit does, once arrangements have been made, is go actually get a room for their stay secured. The second thing is sit down at a free computer and look up what’s available in the area. One of them they don’t trust themselves to be able to catch, but a few of the others look promising. Then, they have to go buy three pokeballs. It’s an expense they don’t like, and they do have one still that they found along the road, but the odds of successfully catching something are better with more than one ball to throw.

Besides, if they’re considering what sort of core they want to build into their team? Then there’s no denying they’re going to be doing more battling going forward. They do get more money per battle than they do most days hocking stuff, and with a new, stronger pokemon on the team they can hopefully win more of them against opponents with, hopefully, more money. Plus, with a pickup user around Argit will, with any luck, be able to split time more between item hunting and battling. But, if they’re going to focus more on battles, then they’re going to eventually need to balance out their team better, and that’ll take pokeballs.

Like keeping the one that had been used on gimmighoul, they’re making a calculated investment.

Once all that is done and plans are in place, they take the rest of the night to acquaint themself with the town before turning in for the day.

Most of the pokemon on their narrowed list are easy enough to find, but it still takes them until the third night to find the right one. Despite all evidence, they are not their ma, and while they don’t know if there’s any specific rule about it, it does seem in like something she’d do- catch a pokemon for a trade without letting it know she wasn’t keeping it. Instead Argit spends two nights wandering up and down the paths outside of town, trying to figure out the best way to tell the pokemon what’s going on. Eventually they settle on just saying it at the start of every battle with the appropriate species.

That this has, on most occasions, led to the pokemon immediately turning and leaving, is more than a bit disheartening. More than a bit annoying as well. Still, they keep up, despite the voice in their head telling them to just catch one of the stupid things and be done with it. They are ten-years-old and desperate to be better than that. So wasted time it is. Over, and over, and over. Not even to mention the pokemon that salandit has just been too strong to weaken enough to catch without driving them off, or gimmighoul too weak to even bother without it’s backup.

Eventually, though…

“You wanna live in a small place in town?” The skwovet blinks, beady little eyes pulling away from salandit and towards Argit. “Looking for a pokemon for somebody in town, nice enough, but no travelling, not a lot of battling I don’t think, and their place is small.” It continues to stare, long enough that Argit wonders if it understands what they’re saying. Enough that salandit turns to them, itself now confused.

The skwovet turns it’s attention back to the fire-type and enters a battle stance.

“Poison gas,” Argit calls, heaving a sigh of relief as a cloud of purple fumes streaks from salandit’s mouth, engulfing the skwovet as it puffs up it’s fur. All the fur makes it difficult to see any telltale purple tinge, but there’s no sign of it eating a curing berry as the gas clears in the breeze. “Ember it!”

As the skwovet throws itself forward, it’s met with a face full of embers, colliding with salandit’s tail as it swings it. The force of the blow sends both pokemon toppling head over tail, scrambling against each other until their settled enough to break apart and face each other down once more. Skwovet cringes a little, nose crinkling, but it stands firmer than salandit does. Argit’s ears tilt back. This is one of the stronger ones then, and much as they love their pokemon, high defenses it does not have.

“Get evading,” they call, and the words have hardly left their muzzle before salandit is releasing another plume of poison gas at it’s feet. Already poisoned, the nose crinkling is an easy sign, the skwovet wastes no time in throwing itself into the cloud. A smirk slips onto Argit’s face as aggravated squeaks erupt from the gas, realizing salandit’s moved. The purple cloud works it’s way around the field, pokemon releasing gas as quickly as it can to shield it’s exact location. It’s in real trouble if the wind kicks up, or if skwovet gets lucky, but it’s fast and all it needs is time. The normal-type throws itself at where it thinks salandit is again. Misses again.

A third time. The skwovet is chittering more fiercely.

Fourth. It wavers, just slightly, as it eyes the moving cloud. There are brief flashes of salandit and Argit can tell it’s noticed them. Smart, for a skwovet, too.

Fifth

“Ember!”

If Argit was a better person, they would feel bad for the poor normal-type. An order timed right as it moved and suddenly it finds itself sailing just in front of it’s target, in prime place for a full blow to it’s side as salandit flings fire free of it’s tail. As it is, they have to bite back a snicker as it chatters away even more angrily than before, tumbling across the ground and barely managing to get back to it’s feet. By the time it does they have a pokeball in hand, missing the first throw (thankfully nobody but the pokemon are there to see it) and nailing the second. In a flash of red light, skwovet is inside.

It shakes twice before catching.

Salandit is breathing heavily when Argit scoops it into their arms, chittering praise and stroking down it’s back as they approach the ball. They heft it in their hand a moment, give it a weighing toss, before sticking it in their bag.

“Don’t know if Jules is looking for a security pokemon,” they say as their attention turns to checking the damages against their starter, “but I think it’ll do the job anyway.”

~~

“Oh, aren’t you a cutie-patootie!”

Jules, it turns out, likes the skwovet. Which is good news, because Argit isn’t getting them another one. They can’t afford to get them another one. Not unless they start eating skwovet. Dip into the emergency fund that is gimmighoul’s coins.

They may not survive that.

“I take it we got a trade then,” they only half ask. It only takes a moment for Skwovet to launch itself up onto Jules’s shoulder, pumpkaboo already in conversation with salandit.

“Yeah.” Jules laughs as they say it, scratching skwovet’s little head. “Ready when you are.”

The trade station is just on the other end of the pokemon center, a complex machine that swaps identifications and registry information and stuff. Argit had never seen one until they first entered a pokemon center (all the pokemon their ma gave out were, for all intents and purposes, their ma’s until death) and even now is a little bit wary of it. They’re careful, as the return skwovet to it’s ball, to make sure that their eye stays on it. As if if they look away salandit or gimmighoul’s will appear in it’s place. It’s a long moment they spend looking, and it gives them something to focus on besides the tearful goodbye between Jules and pumpkaboo, complete with hugging and teary eyes that leave something Argit doesn’t want to acknowledge lodged in their throat.

When they’re finally done and call the ghost-type back into it’s ball, they seem to have an easier time inputting their trainer id than Argit does. They hesitate less on putting skwovet’s ball in the machine though.

For some reason, Argit realizes, they expected something flashier out of the machine. It dings, it shuts, a depiction of a pokeball spinning and transforming into a great ball, an ultra ball, a premiere ball, a master ball, appears on the screen, sings again, and opens. The ball on their side is older, scratched and dinged like gimmighoul’s. While they’re still reaching for the ball, cautious, Jules has already grabbed one clean new one on their side, releasing skwovet to their own tears and the pokemon’s very obvious pleasure.

Argit takes a deep breath as they hit the button on pumpkaboo’s ball and hold it as a mass of white light emerges. As it grows and grows until it’s taller than they are. Not by much, but by enough to make them fidget. The mass solidifies, bursts in a scatter of light that has salandit hissing, leaving behind another orange and black pokemon. Tall, with long, limbs? Maybe? And a face etched into it’s belly. Their brain supplies ‘gourgeist’ just in time for the pokemon to cry out in joy and fling it’s limbs around them.

The world freezes for a moment, instinctual panic and the need to keep their quills flat warring with each other in the heartbeat before salandit is flaming and hissing displeasure. Gourgeist thankfully gets the message, slipping away to just float in circles around them with sorrowful little moans. The way their limbs hover just outside of touching distance, like they want to try again but aren’t certain, is warm is Argit’s gut.

They flash their new pokemon a smile, an honest one, reaching over and up to scratch around the curl? stem? at the top of it’s head.

“Welcome to the team.” To their side, salandit settles down as gourgeist croons, leaning hard into their touch. “Hope you don’t mind work, ‘cause we got a lot of it waiting.”

“Argit.” Jules is smiling when they look, bittersweet. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem.” It was a problem. They just hope it proves worth it in the long run.

“Still, take care of gourgeist for me? And visit sometime, maybe?” Argit nods, even though they know that if all goes to plan they’ll never see this place again. Never see this region again. Taking care of the pokemon, that at least they- They’ll make it work.

They will.

They have a plan.

“Next time we swing by, I’m sure it’ll lead me right to ya.”

~~

A little local battle competition with a cash prize goes up on the board about a week into Argit’s stay, and they decide to stick around, see how well they do. They’ve got a fully evolved pokemon now, after all, and the cash prize is very attractive. Any cash prize is attractive at this point.

First place sits tantalizingly out of their reach, but the entry was free and they do get a brass third place medal and seventy-five bucks.

It’s enough to serve as a proof of concept.

Argit still ends up breaking into a local store at the break of dawn, to make up the big difference now there’s three pokemon to feed. For the whole little ‘excursion’ they feel like they can’t breath, gritting their teeth against their ma’s smirk in their mind. As soon as they get back to the pokemon center they shove the money into gimmighoul’s chest, where nobody will look. The whole rest of their time in the area they feel like there’s a blazing target on their back, but no one suspects them (no one ever suspected them-) and all they need is to get to get to a bigger place, one with more trainers. One with ruins nearby, now they’ve counted out the coins and realized how fast they’re getting gimmighoul to evolution.

They can’t hock them, not when they’re halfway there.

There’s a new plan. Better plan.

This one’ll work.

[primordialruin]

She's the queen of hell bc she gives you hell to go through, so u can master the hell within u

Once you do that, then you can create a paradise outside of you

But first, ya gotta find community

This makes her a neutral figure who hopes for the best, and leads you to the best... Just that, she's the necessary evil that balances you out as is hinted in the Zohar

[cyazurai]

I desperately want to play a wishacy... but that would require TS3 working correctly on my computer, or reinstalling and completely redoing all my TS2 mods and stuff... if only TS4 whims were actually half decent and not just "listen to this liked music" and "listen to that liked music" ALL. THE. TIME.

[danidoesathing]

A headcanon of mine is that League Viktor was also dealing with the same illness as his Arcane counterpart-but between Stanwick Pididly's absolute dickishness and Giopara being a jerk, he ultimately ended up hiding his illness and not telling anyone. This... Kind of bit him in the ass later when he was being tried, because he'd kept it a secret and revealing it then wouldn't have helped. (It probably wouldn't have helped much by that point, but hiding it made his research look absolutely insane and evil, instead of partially motivated by survival. (He is terminally unhinged, but all Viktors are by default.)

(Mostly, he kept it a secret because it didn't want even more pity and condescension from everyone; but another reason was because he didn't want Jayce to deal with the knowledge that his boyfriend/partner was dying of an incurable disease.)

(The sad thing about this HC is, I think Giopara would have been more accepting of Viktor's shady experiments if he knew why he was doing them-but Viktor kept it to himself, and the Defender didn't find out until years after Viktor became the Machine Herald. Giopara just thought he had an intense illness, but was under the impression he'd get better.)

OH THATS SO FUCKED (said with glee). i always thought that since it was likely Viktor's transformation happened earlier in his life (as they were still both students at the time of his exile) that his condition hadn't deteriorated nearly as much by the time he replaced his lungs but this is SO much worse (better). adds so many layers to it all

like viktor keeping his condition a secret because honestly what it would achieve? he's dying with or without the half-hearted pity of others, and he especially wouldn't want pity from the one person he likes respects. or even worse, depending if it was before or after the stanwick, he wouldn't think giopara would care, since he clearly misjudged how close they were. and then after the factory incident that just proves to him that jayce never would have cared or tried to understand the things he and other zaunites have to do to survive.

but like man. it could've been different. if he had told giopara straight away he probably would've been more understand. maybe he'd see the augmentations as trying to remove humanity but as a tool of survival. maybe he would've given viktor more benefit of the doubt, whether at the dive suits or at him asking for the crystals or even at the factory. maybe they never would've fought and viktor might've kept some faith in humanity. jayce doesn't understand but he could have.

[choicesmonthlychallenge]

(May) Pop Prompt Palooza!

A pop-up creative event designed to inspire your imagination! Whether it's through written work, art, edits, moodboards and/or headcanons, the goal is to inspire you to create! This event is a 3-day event, May 2-4 (however, late entries will be accepted through May 9).

Since it is a pop-up event, the goal isn't full-length, polished written works or fully rendered art; it's more about quick writes, drabbles, sketches, and headcanons. Of course, if the prompts inspire longer, more detailed works, they are always welcome.

I know the May challenge has not been posted yet, so I thought this could be a fun way to get creative without a full monthly challenge (at least at the moment). Whenever I have information about the May Challenge, I will be sure to share it.

Have fun and happy creating!

You may use prompts individually or mix and match for more of a challenge

Dialogue Prompts

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

“I waited for you. Don’t make me regret it.”

“You remembered?”

"I don’t know how to tell you this, but…"

"There’s blood everywhere."

Setting Prompts:

A rainy bus stop

A spring meadow/field/yard

A messy bedroom full of memories

Blackout/Candle light due to no power

A crowded room

Mood Prompts:

Bare feet on cool floors

A pause before the answer

A long shadow/moving shadows

Everything's quiet...until it's not

The song you hear is the right one at the right time.

Pop Art Prompts:

Rules/Guidelines

Submitted works will be featured on an event masterlist

Every form of creative work can be submitted: fanfiction, drabbles, moodboards, edits, drawings, poems, songs, sketches, and more—all are welcomed.

Work from any book and story from the Choices (and Pixelberry) universe are welcome (new and old alike)!

You can participate as many times as you want during the month

Clearly list the prompt you used

You can combine submissions for this event with others

Please add a cut to avoid long posts and exposing other fans to triggering/disturbing content.

If your work is NS*W please label it as such and use appropriate warnings. Adult content should be hidden under the page break.

You can get creative with the prompts. It can be a variation of the word and/or concept. It doesn’t have to be exact or literal. If the word inspires a train of thought that led you to something different, put that in the notes and send it in! Have fun with it! Make them work for you! The ultimate goal is just to find joy in creating!

Please tag @choicesmonthlychallenge​​ and if you’d like to add me you can do so as well~ @lovealexhunt​​​ (feel free to DM me your work too since Tumblr tags are fickle)

Please do not submit work that has been created with AI. Works that contain AI will not be reblogged. If reblogged inadvertently and I find out they have AI, they will be deleted.

[choiceschallenge-may2023]

Choices Monthly Challenge May 2023 Week 5 Masterlist

OPEN HEART:

Are We Dating the Same Guy? | fanfic/edits | ex-crush/lover, bedroom, love - @jerzwriter

Hiking & Coffee | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC | edits | hiking - @potionsprefect

Picta Problems | fanfic/edits | photographs - @liaromancewriter

PLATINUM:

Second Thoughts | Raleigh Carerra x MC | fanfic | lust, "that" concert, promises, closet - @alj4890

THE ROYAL ROMANCE:

It's Time to Say Goodbye | Maxwell Beaumont x F!OC | fanfic | last goodbye, weddings, crying - @alj4890

[bee-a-ts]

working on 100%ing Fontaine and finally finished Remuria yesterday and Genshin's soundtrack has always been a strong point, but I really was not emotionally prepared for the Gathering Tempest -> Glory and Decay -> Whisper of Domus Aurea combo

[kaurwreck]

fanfic discourse is stale. high schools should start assigning equus by peter shaffer.

[ladyygrace]

they had no right making kang kiyoung that hot in ‘uncanny counters’ season 2

[abuyasin156]

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In Egypt, we are stuck between a bitter alienation and a painful reality. 😔🚧 We do not have residency, which makes every step difficult and every day full of challenges. Prices in Egypt resources are unforgiving, and the ones we brought with us are quickly melting away. 💸 While we try to endure and survive, our hearts remain attached to Gaza; The homeland that never leaves our minds or leaves us for a moment. 🇵🇸💔 Our loved ones there live under siege, and we live under the burden of alienation and worry for them. Every day in Egypt feels like an endless wait, and every contact with Gaza opens a door to pain. 📞💔 Returning to Gaza did not alleviate the anxiety, but rather confirmed to me that the suffering continues, whether we are inside or outside.

We may still have 300 days to reach the “goal” that we do not yet know, but until then, we will continue to face the challenges of life with patience and strength, waiting for the day when safety and stability return to us and our loved ones. 🍉🌈🤲 Donate now: In these difficult times, every donation makes a difference. Your support can help alleviate the suffering of families living under siege in Gaza and facing the challenges of daily life. 🇵🇸❤️🍉🤚 Please put your hands in mine and support my children🙏🙏

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[bxtonpxss]

[choicesmonthlychallenge]

May Mayhem: a monthly challenge

Unfortunately the May host has not been able to get the event up so I have put together a quick event. May Mayhem seemed like a fun idea. It's a little chaotic, a bit messy, but I hope it's enjoyable nonetheless!

Prompts under the cut

MAYhem Prompts

Regret

Betrayal

Secrets/Lies

Confession

Caught

Jealousy

Sabatoge

Smirk

Wink

Scars

Fake Dating (fails)

Hot Mess

Guilty Pleasure

Stuck together somewhere/only one room

Interrupted/Moment Lost

Right person, wrong time

Wrong person, right moment

Enemies to lovers

Drunk text/phone call

Sleep confessions

It wasn't all a lie

Stolen kisses

Double date disaster

Stepping on a lego

Sprinklers going off during a good night kiss

Sharing a blanket that’s way too small for two people.

Mash up two Choices books in a chaotic crossover

What if the main couple never met

Two characters wake up handcuffed together, with no memory of the night before.

Choose 3 random objects around you and create something

"You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Tell me you didn’t mean it."

"I wish it could be different."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"That's a terrible idea"

"We’re pretending to be what now?"

"Technically, no laws were broken."

"I call that creative problem solving."

“You kissed me to win a bet?!”

“You’re not my type.” (but they really are)

"Can you please go be stupid somewhere away from me?"

A: "How many people did you tell?" B: "... everyone"

"Of course, I love you, dumbass!"

"Tell me, why were we friends again?"

Rules/Guidelines

Submitted works will be featured on an event masterlist

Every form of new creative work can be submitted: fanfiction, drabbles, moodboards, edits, drawings, poems, songs, sketches, and more—all are welcomed.

Work from any book and story from the Choices (and Pixelberry) universe are welcome (new and old alike)!

You can participate as many times as you want during the month

Clearly list the prompt you used

You can combine submissions for this event with others

Please add a cut to avoid long posts and exposing other fans to triggering/disturbing content.

If your work is NS*W please label it as such and use appropriate warnings. Adult content should be hidden under the page break.

You can get creative with the prompts. It can be a variation of the word and/or concept. It doesn’t have to be exact or literal. If the word inspires a train of thought that led you to something different, put that in the notes and send it in! Have fun with it! Make them work for you! The ultimate goal is just to find joy in creating!

Please tag @choicesmonthlychallenge​​ , #choicesmay2025 and if you’d like to add me you can do so as well~ @lovealexhunt​​​ (feel free to DM me your work too since Tumblr tags are fickle)

Please do not submit work that has been created with AI. Works that contain AI will not be reblogged. If reblogged inadvertently and I find out they have AI, they will be deleted.