#dancing giff

[anoniart]

[genderqueerfuri]

im rewatching parts of revice again to make sure I get characterization right for revice fanweek stuff but the events organizer in me cannot believe how much the deadmans' rave setup sucks

[njeancastro316]

‘Mine’…blue eyes landed on chocolate brown.

Elijah’s chest tightened. Watching Sebastian and Y/N dancing. Their paths had diverted so far away from each other that there was no point to pursue something that was already buried. Fixing his suit jacket he looked on the new couple. ‘ Im happy for you little one truly he is the better choice and he’ll protect you with his very life if need be whereas I will die for my family’ he thought to himself.

‘Goodbye baby’

“Elijah”, Hayley call after him

“Mmmm “? He answered while giving the delicate brunette a kiss on her lips .

“Is everything ok ?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yes darling” he smiled masking his real emotions as the party continued throughout the night.

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I just love writing things in the moment by just getting inspired. Giff creators credit goes to you 💋

My English is not very good but I’ll keep trying

Besitos 💋

[chaotic-zora]

Thresh 15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

Nyvor 29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

Silvyr 11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

All 26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

;)

Thresh

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

Thresh never fully retires from their warrior life, but they do take long intermediate leaves of absences to have children (three pups)!

Even as an elder this zora be doing triple backflips for fun, and once he is no longer allowed on the battlefield (YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE GRANDPA) he becomes a teacher to the next generation of Volca warriors.

PURLEY by accident might I add. It goes something like this:

Elderly Thresh: Hey kid, wanna learn some sick tricks?

Young impressionable zora: YEAH I DO.

A few days later one young impressionable zora turns to fifteen and he's just out here teaching them mayhem and carnage.

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

I really liked your idea so I too am using the Victorian Floral Code (not sure I pulled from the same place tho lol?):

Pink Chrysanthemum (Cheerfulness in Adversity)

Purple Geranium (Shall we dance)

Nyvor

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

Multi Carnation (Pure and Deep Love)

White Water Lily (Eloquence; Purity of Heart)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

Hmmmm, probably items that represent tranquility (pretty landscapes + calming colors), and also that giff of a heart locket opening up but it's just Thresh in it LOL

Silvyr

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

Answered this here!

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

Purple Heliotrope (Devotion)

Red Cornelian Cherry (Continuation; Duration)

[bigfrozensix]

What are your top 3 favorite of Isabel's outfits/dresses ?

Hm, I haven't though about this one as much, but probably something like this.

1. Original blue dress

2. Updated blue dress

3. Coronation ballgown

Was a bit harder to find gifs as examples, because I haven't gifffed Isabel as much as Elena, but I find it kinda funny all examples ended up being her dancing.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Morphings doing silly little dances to get attention from carrier

This Giff is when they want attention from sire. Especially Orion Pax's morphings

Omg yes, absolutely. Orion just gets swarmed by babies. When they've all piled on top of him and he's stuck on the floor, he's under there like 🥺😭💖 he's just so full of love for these tiny lives he helped make

He's definitely the most involved sire when it comes to parenting, since (as of now? Could always change in the future) he's the only one that lives in the Hive. I'm not entirely sure when Starscream is contacted by them, could be before or after the fall of Vos 🤔 if it's before, then he still lives in Vos. But if it's after, that means the war has been going on for a long time

...we should probably establish a concrete timeline. Like, when Orion is sent as a sacrifice vs. when the fighting actually begins, who starts it, if/when Oriom becomes a Prime (maybe 👀 against his will, for premium angst), when the first generation of vosimorphs are born, if Cybertron eventually dies because the Allspark gets yeeted, etc, etc

[da-millerrrrr]

I am having. so many thoughts about cleric Hikari and merchant throné…

hikari having to deal with his whole shadow thing while being a cleric is just ripe with ideas. like. how do you even handle being a praised of the flame while harboring a demon within you? he can never catch a break

ALSO I am really hoping we get some content of throné being goofy silly in oresrush and getting the love and whimsy she needs and deserves. let her have fun

im very very intruiged with the roleshift au and aaaa!!!!!!!!!!

thronè gets to dance around with the Oresrush Gang and talk in a country accent and punch giff in the face

meanwhile hikari is suffering immensely and casting Holy Light literally does physical harm to his body. it feels like he's being burned.

[mr42]

I will die on this hill but Aesthetically the Giffs would fit in a Ravenloft campaign. the Giffs often look like hunters from the Victorian Era. and ravenloft is clearly set in that Era. you could dance around the whole alien thing. you pull a king babar and have a continent of hippo people.

babar isn't problematic right right?

but search your heart you know you want to see a alan quartermain hippo fight a vampire?

[just-vibing-in-the-milky-way]

OMGGG YOUR GIFF WAS DANCING ON BEAT TO MY PLAYLIST SONGS I WAS LISTEN TO LOL!!

[rayneartx]

Character Study for Aster Knox

Greetings! This post is right on the heels of my first one because my week 2 update for buildspace is sorely overdue. But better late than never, right?

And so, I decided that my idea's "toy" or the physical/digital manifestation of my idea would be a character study of my brat of a main character, Aster Knox. For context, please see my post about the premise of her story. As of the moment, this is a work in progress, but I hope it is enough to give you a glimpse of her character so far. I'll try to get the finished piece out in a few days, so I'll post it then-- if my ADHD ass lets me.

======== "Alane"

“This is utterly mind-numbing.” Aster muttered, “Note to self: always bring a second book in case of dopey teachers”

While making his rounds earlier, Mr. D’Arcy had confiscated her copy of Hercule Poirot's Christmas about half an hour ago. “Really kiddo? Reading at the Christmas party? Go enjoy yourself– and challenge Hamish to a dance-off while you’re at it.” 

It wasn’t that Aster hated this particular school party, per say– other than shaking her head at the fact it was intended for Christmas, which was still a month away. She found that she didn’t really mind the crowds or the blaring Jingle Bell rock tune that seemed to be the only thing on the school’s playlist. 

It was that her only friend was constantly being borrowed for group photos and chatted up by classmates and his photography club cohort. 'H-Hold on Aster, this'll only take a sec. Be back in a giff!' 

Back in a giff my arse, she thought, you've been gone for a good fifteen minutes now. 

Aster sighed, Hamish was the one who lured her into coming in the first place, with the evil idea of spiking the drink dispenser at some point during the evening. She surreptitiously sipped her red cup of Lucozade– another thing she discovered she didn’t actually despise– as she leaned against a banister where the shadows concealed her better. She sulked as she watched her friend get roped into doing some stupid dance trend with his posse. Feeling an ache arise from somewhere deep within her chest, she downed a huge swig of Lucozade in hopes it would tamp it down. 

It didn't.

Caught up in her thoughts of self-pity, Aster hadn't noticed a figure approaching her. "Didn't expect you to be here," Bri remarked dryly.

Aster scoffed, "So I am, what's it to you?" Bri rolled her eyes, "You're taking up space if you're just here to stand in a corner. Where's blondie?" 

"Over there, dancing his tits off" Aster gestured vaguely to her left without making eye contact. 

Bri looked aghast, "You really are crass on purpose, aren't you?" 

Aster shrugged, "So says you,"

"No book?"

"Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy Esquire kidnapped Agatha Christie earlier." Aster grumbled.

"You ask one simple question," Bri sighed, shaking her head. She eyed her for a moment, taking in her slumped posture. “There’s only an hour left to kill. Then you can escape or climb up a tree or wherever the hell it is you run off to these days.”

Aster shot her a menacing glare. “Raffle your donut, four eyes.”

“Arsehole”  Bri muttered, and with that she turned on her heel, but not before casting Aster a glance she couldn’t quite place. Aster watched her retreat back into the crowd; sometimes she didn’t know what to make of Bri, at times she’d seem almost considerate in one moment, but then would act all condescending in the next. 

Terrible mood swings were what she settled on.

Aster tipped her head back and downed the last of the Lucozade before slamming the cup down on the nearby table. With one last look in Hamish’s direction, she pushed off the banister and set off toward the hallway.

She needed to find someplace where she could kill time.

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Rattle. Locked.

Rattle. Locked too.

Rattle. OH FOR F-

Aster cursed the responsible custodians under her breath. She knew it was routine for them to finish cleaning the classrooms by six: Nonetheless, she was hoping for at least one classroom to have been left open on accident. She had the sense of mind to refrain from lamenting out loud at the last second. 

Making a mental note to borrow a lock picker’s guide book from Mrs. Abercrombie, Aster rattled another door knob. “Ahah!” she said, finally able to turn a knob. She creaked it open slightly, inwardly cringing at the noise, and peeked inside.

Although it was quite dark, it wasn’t hard to make out bookshelves across the room and pothos hanging from it like ribbon streamers. Aster felt her heart sink in an instant. It was Mr. Deirdre’s classroom.

She double-checked the sign of the room number above her and cursed out loud this time. After a moment’s hesitation and some internal debate, she went inside. Once ensconced, Aster took a breather to admire the familiar space. While she despised her English teacher, she couldn’t say the same about his choice of decor. Before Mr. Miller’s abrupt departure halfway through the year, the classroom was akin to an office space: All white and tactless, devoid of any personal touch, save for a picture of his Maltese on his desk. Aster suspected that he considered the bookshelves that came with the classroom were sufficient enough decor, hence why he saw no need to decorate himself.

Since he left, Mr. Deirdre had turned the barren classroom unrecognizable. Aster had never seen so many rattan furnishings in one place: lamps, horizontal drawers, paper organizers, geometric wall flowers, and several plant holders. Although Aster was more familiar with flowers, she was able to recognize some of the plants as monsteras and fiddle-leaf figs. A foreign addition of Mr. Deirdre's was deciding to make the back corners of the classroom into a sort of reading nook for group work. However, the English teacher's choice of rugs and throw pillows left much to be desired, as the ornate designs looked something out of your gran's sitting room. Nonetheless, they added to the cozy aesthetic of the room. Aster's favorite touch of the room however were the fairy lights that decorated the edges of the bookshelves. 

Not that she'd ever admit it. Of course.

She crossed the room over to the bookshelf by the window. Unable to resist, she bent down and switched on the fairy lights. In an instant, the classroom was engulfed in a warm, soft glow. Combined with the rapidly darkening sunset, Aster used what little light was left to peruse the books in front of her. She was quite sad to realize that she'd already read most of the books here– bar the Sci-fi section, which didn't interest her at all– as she'd pilfered them before back when Mr. Miller was still their teacher. She didn't see any reason to ask him for permission anyway, seeing as they never once She doubted he'd notice even if at least ten were missing from the same shelf.

As she thumbed through the titles, an orange spine with an upside-down dog that she'd never seen before caught her attention. Aster plucked it out and held it up to the window, "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time", it read. Aster inspected the state of it: Definitely second hand, the front cover was creased severely and the pages were yellowing, but overall it appeared to be a well-loved copy. She grinned, it must have been one of the new books that came from the donations that the school received last week.

Like a kid on Christmas morning, Aster took the book with her and waddled over to the reading nook. She was only planning on sticking around for a bit, then she'd head back to check in on Hamish. It wasn't as if Mr. Prissypants was ever going to find out his classroom had been broken into anyway, she reasoned. Setting her satchel down beside her, she flicked open the overhead lamp and started fluffing up the throw pillows. Once satisfied with their arrangement– intended for maximum cushiony comfort–  Aster set an alarm for twenty minutes and settled in for a nice read.

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Three missed alarms later and Aster was finishing up on the fourth chapter. Talk about a classic Goldilocks story.  ==========

And that's where I'll leave you for now. Spoiler alert: Someone gets caught trying to escape the party. ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)

[mysteriouslytransparentwombat]

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[stardusted-hearts]

chaosworthy asked:

It wasn't the best way to carry it but Lyra didn't have many options but to crawl over to Star before plopping on her bottom and pulling the pink seashell out of her mouth to hand up to him. "Giff!"

There was a quirked brow as Lyra crawled her way over, Star noticing that she clearly had something in her mouth. It didn’t look like the usual teething toy, so there was some concern, but before he could really question it the shell was being held up to him.

Star blinked, then smiled wide, eyes lighting up as he knelt down to take the pink seashell. Lyra was so stinking cute.

“D’aw, thanks, Lyra! This is a really pretty one~”

The shell was held up for Star to watch the light dance over its surface, but only for a moment before he looked back to the little hedgegoose. His free hand coming to gently ruffle blue and purple hair.

“Do ya wanna find more? I can carry them for ya,” he chuckled. Cute as it was, Star wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any more random beach objects going in the toddler’s mouth.

[youlovedbefore]

Tim McGraw // Dear John // Starlight // This Love // Dancing With Our Hands Tied // Cruel Summer // hoax // coney island (ft. The Nationals) + Blue

30 Day Taylor Swift Challenge Day 10 ⇢ Song that mentions a color 

[fiidan21]

The first dance represent two people coming together to create something more beautiful🤍

[rumor-imbris]

He is music into me and his notes electric butterflies flickering bursting like bullets through my soul whenever he moves A fatal dancer winded up by fire on a battleground as his carillon

[suhnnysuhs]

johnny • oh go