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#212 GIFS OF ASHLEY MOORE in FESTIVAL OF THE LIVING DEAD

in the SOURCE below you'll find #212 gifs (sized 268x150) of ashley moore as ash in the film festival of the living dead 2024. all gifs were made by me and are for roleplaying purposes. she's biracial (cherokee, african-american, and english). please cast accordingly and use appropriately! feel free to make into gif icons, add psd coloring, add into edits. please DON'T claim as yours and add to other gif packs. reblogs and likes are appreciated!! enjoy.🫧 TRIGGER WARNING : KISSING, FLASHING LIGHTS, BLOOD, G.UN

[scftlightz]

i  want  to  try  to  get  back  into  writing  so  please  like  for  me  to  reply  to  two  of  your  opens!

[ruinakete]

HC + names

WORD HEADCANONS & DRABBLE ・ accepting! ( word count challenge beneath the readmore; 500! content warnings; mentions / implications of slight engage spoilers; implied murder! )

names, just like personal dates, do not matter in her eyes. not exactly. to her, it is not the name itself, it is how you wear it; the journey it took to earn it.

after all, she had not been crowned the full name, zephia dahut kurosawa, upon birth. her family surname had been lost to the ages, long before they had fallen to her magic. where her mother bore the surname of the flower humans preferred to gift her, zephia bore the surname of a tragic legend, horribly translated within the waves of the tale.

and she had been the one to first utter the syllables of the name, wrenching it from the crinkled papers of an old storybook until it fit perfectly into the mouths of the tribe. years later, within the ruins of a human village, she tore the second surname from the murky waters at the bottom of the mountain and presented it before sombron. and he accepted the dirty, sullied name just as he had accepted her; dirty and sullied and at his command.

however, the names themselves did not matter. no, they were no more a trophy than they were hers.

HUMANS CALLED IT THE FEAST OF THE ANTHURIAMS. a name weighed down by what the mortal mind perceived as the war between divinity and the fallen. a name this mage dragon first scoffed at upon first hearing of it, pointed helix twitching when the abbot fell into a silent stride beside her. there was irony in the event━━━or the holiday many recognized it as━━━so, it tempted the laughter in her throat. “as long as they understand the weight of to-day, then all is well, right?” she had chosen to offer, decades earlier, when the idea first sprung at the feet of the Lord, “followers will be sacrificed or maimed, yes, but the lasting impact could overcome the cost. the name━━━” or, had she managed to utter all of the suggestions before her name slipped through the Lord’s lips, thus reminding her of her worth in each letter? but this mage dragon had foretold the worth of delirious faith correctly: blood and innards were strewn across the dark sand of the Altar, an awful nostalgia to the gore-soaked snow and dirt centuries prior. and, here, beholding the eyes that once witnessed every child's last twitch, her gaze was narrowed on the only figure visible through the skittering cloud of kicked-up dust. before the church's hundreds of eyes, this boy twitched and heaved and stood as if he had been born the other day, but there was a glory to every ragged breath. an untamed hunger the child within her once swallowed. the abbot sighed beside her, but she interrupted the beginnings of any voice with her own, "who is he?" "hm, that is griss. he joined a..." but her ears had already deemed it worthless; it had not been the answer she hoped for. later, she had demanded the same from the boy himself, immediately once the clergy saw to it that the Eyes of God had been drained from the majority of his system. "who are you?" was what she pried for; and a follower, was what he gave willingly, still wide-eyed and trembling. though the tremors could not be fear. no, not if his lips continued to twitch into what she hoped to be an exhausted grin. her head lolled to match his, sangria eyes narrowed to a scornful slant until she deemed his reaction to such judgment enough. fangs bared in her smile, consideration melded into a figurehead's generosity; mage dragon had not hesitated to lean closer, raising a clawed hand to cup his cheek as she crooned, "hm-hm, how wonderful. how promising. again, boy. you are the Lord's follower before you are...?" griss, was the drawled name she heard. therefore, griss was the reward he'd receive. the mage dragon had not released him when she purred, "as i am the Lord's follower before i am zephia." a pause, as her gaze lowered to the blade at her hip, "come, griss. you will draw blood with me. then, a prayer before we leave the monastery, will suffice, yes?"

[ladyseidr]

comes crawling out the ether like an eldritch creature. hello.

[hcmxra]

@akcboshi: “ you’re such an idiot. “ - Sero to Mina

Scolding over reckless injuries

"At least I'm your idiot, right? Ow--" Mina winced, her smile turning sheepish and embarrassed. "Yeah.. That was pretty stupid of me, huh? It was cool though..!"

"But, uh.. Maybe.. Don't tell Aizawa about this? Ooor recovery girl? Or.. Anyone..?"

[auvaluciano631]

Some doodles involving my Saint Seiya fancharacter, Mariem.

Because in my story, she and Kanon met when they were very young (12 and 15 respectfully), they're akin to 'best friends', but they consider themselves work partners. If you squint and tilt your head a bit, you *could* interpret their relationship romantic way--but only romantic in the sense that they have a really strong loyalty bond and they know each other extremely well. Although, I don't like to force that idea on anyone, so that's why I call them work partners--but they could be considered childhood friends too.

[moonlightmagus]

@nulltune​​ “ are  we  to  be  friends ,  then ? ” /...🥺

Yuuki had just finished sewing in the little black bead into the face of the Amigurumi bunny she had been crocheing for Hakuno. It was a soft pastel lavender color. A color that she has come to associate with Hakuno all together. 

The question caught her off guard as Yuuki had always thought of the pair as friends. She blinked, taking a moment to cut the rest of the yarn after she attached the eye and handed it over to Hakuno. 

“Hakuno Kishinami. We’re best friends.” She beamed at the other with happiness. 

“If you want to be that is!”

[moonsiechild]

Fuck, it's been a while since I've posted on main 💀

[writteninscarlet]

you know, i know stuff ;; @overclocks

it's always sunny in philadelphia prompts ;; accepting

If there was anything that could be said with confidence about Tony Stark, it was that he knew stuff. He had probably forgotten far more than most ever learned, and certainly when it came to knowledge, both mainstream and obscure, Wanda would want him on her quiz team.

Except he’d probably argue over certain answers. Or over-explain and provide details about others. They’d likely be kicked out. And most quiz teams were for three or four people. But THOSE small details aside—!

Wanda didn’t need nor expect him to know details about herself or her magic, to know about what was sold in her shop or why, nor to know about what was contained in the ancient time she was currently studying. He had his areas, she had hers. So much was always going on in their lives, personal things could fall by the wayside. “You know plenty. More than me. But I don’t have any expectations of you knowing about these things.”

It wasn’t meant to be patronising him or pushing him to one side. Wanda knew that magic was hardly something he ‘loved’, though natural curiosity perhaps might push him towards it now and then. As well as sheer necessity occasionally calling for a magical solution. Truthfully, Wanda rather suspected that he could be quite proficient in certain magical matters, but she'd keep that opinion to herself.

And certainly, he didn’t need to be aware of everything going on with her currently. She didn’t stay with the Avengers any more, for one thing. He had a lot on his plate, and keeping track to see if she was doing okay didn't need to be his responsibility. He had his own life going on. When it came to important details, what she was up to didn’t seem like it should make the list of ‘need to know’ items.

She gave a small smile, friendly enough, and a shake of her head. “You know a lot. And I know enough to come to you when I need assistance - but I’ve got this. It’s…” She thought, coming up with the Serbian word, then a German word for the situation, then shrugged and settled for, “Frustrating. But, m u n d a n e. Valentine’s has a lot of people trying out spells and incantations, usually getting them wrong. And it's not all 'fall-in-love-with-me' charms, it's 'break them up' or 'hurt them'. The build-up causes a lot of issues.” Another shrug, and a simple, “It means firefighting on the 14th. And the 15th probably. And I get that you know stuff. So know that I’ve got this, Tony. Not exactly a relaxing way to spend a holiday - but not a holiday I was planning on celebrating anyways.”

Not something she'd really celebrated since Vizh anyways. And she had no plans. It would be interesting and keep her busy at least to sort these things out. He could tell her things she didn't know after the holiday season was done.

[multiplays]

ooc : tag dump!

[serxndgifites]

(#116 GIFS OF TAREK YASSIN ' TAZ SKYLAR ' in GASSED UP 2023 )

in the SOURCE below you'll find #116 gifs (sized 268x150) of TAZ SKYLAR as dubz in the film gassed up. all gifs were made by me and are for roleplaying purposes. he's hispanic, lebanese , and caucasian. please cast accordingly and use appropriately! feel free to make into gif icons, add psd coloring, add into edits. please DON'T claim as yours and add to other gif packs. reblogs and likes are appreciated!! enjoy.🫧 TRIGGER WARNING : KISSING & WEAPONS.

[scftlightz]

( PLOTTING CALL ! ) ☁️┊ LIKE for me to come to you for plots !

[fizzyrph]

finished product for @.eskelwolf

[ladyseidr]

gonna do late sinday stuff here today (which will still be tagged as such), so feel free to send stuff in if you haven't/have anything in mind!! it's open to all mutuals regardless of shipping status so long as we've written together before on one of my blogs!

[hcmxra]

@akcboshi: " nodding off... " - Denki and Hitoshi

send in " nodding off... " for the exhausted sender to fall asleep against the receiver's shoulder, and for the receiver's response to this.

Training was brutal today. Well.. It felt brutal every day, but Hitoshi always supposed that was because he had a lot of catching up to do.

Yet, when the always energetic spark was the one dozing off, the transfer student felt a little reassured that it wasn't just exhausting for himself.

Admittedly he didn't really know what to do. People usually didn't feel safe enough around him to fall asleep on his shoulder like that. But.. It wasn't unwelcomed, that much he recognized.

"Hey.. You sure you want to fall asleep here..?" Hitoshi gave, his voice soft and quiet. It wasn't fair that this idiot looked so cute like this.

[wickdcreatures]

          “ Donnie…? ”

The biweekly schedule of Donovan’s city visits usually wasn’t so troublesome. Usually, Salem didn’t have to wait — usually, he would just hop in his car and drive to the ranch nestled up in Marin. This is different — he doesn’t trust himself enough to drive, to so much of anything for that matter. A thick sweat gathers on his brow, his tangled mop of blonde curls sticking against the tacky surface. Despite the layers upon layers he wears, he still trembles. There is something hiding behind his eyes, something waiting behind his teeth for it’s turn to speak. His fingers twitch at his sides. 

          “ @pseughost, please tell me you are here, ”     The normal comfort of Donovan’s penthouse has turned putrid, instead he finds the sights sickening. Whatever protections are already up make the thing within him squirm like a worm. Salem holds a hand over his mouth to stifle the desire to retch.