𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 ,

well, well - look who's inside again.

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WELCOME TO ASH MAKES BAD DECISIONS. today, we again begin our journey is free graphics making, but on a 3rd blog, because i can’t remember how to get into any of the others. you may know me from @markimoorph​ and @ashtynrph​. my resources and examples are still up on those blogs, so feel free to check them out, if you’re interested.

SUBMITTING A REQUEST

Fill out the appropriate form and submit it in the submit box (no request will be taken through the askbox or IMs).

All parts of the form must be filled out for me to take the request.

Only submit a request when I am taking requests AKA when the requests are open. You can find that information on the sidebar of my theme (or, you can ask!)

OPEN SLOTS

There will be 5 open slots at a time.

Once the 5 slots are filled, I will close my submit box until I have done with the current requests.

USING PSDS/TEMPLATES

If there is a certain psd you have in mind that you would like me to use, I expect you credit that PSD on the post, or on your blog.

I will not use a PSD you bought/commissioned from someone else. Free PSDs only, as long as credit is provided, and there is nothing on the original PSD’s post that says not to use it in other commissions.

I will not use templates made by another creator. No exceptions.

create free customized headers/rp promos/dash icons/misc. banners for rpers

create free to use psds

create free to use promo templates

create free to use ask/starter call/etc. banners

create free to use misc. templates for misc. use

recommend psds for muses.

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putting this blog on hiatus. you can find me @ourpaladin and @slashaer​.

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boys and girls of every age — wouldn’t you like to see soemthing strange? come with us and you will see this our town of halloween! (  THIS IS H A L L O W E E N ! THIS IS H A L L O W E E N !  ) pumpkins scream in the dead of night. THIS IS H A L L O W E E N ! everybody make a scene — trick or treat ‘til the neighbors gonna die of fright!     feat. muses from tim burton, halloweentown, slasher films & more! written by ash.

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JORDAN RILEY   /   @notvictim​.

                   flash lightens the wall around jordan, jonathan catching candids of the cast for the yearbook. though he wasn’t one for extracurricular activities, jordan had convinced him to do it, and had convinced the editor to take jonathan on, too. he takes one more when she realizes he’s there, smile small on his lips as he lowers the camera to look at her. ‘i’ve got plenty of shots of you on stage. everyone should see behind the scenes, too, don’t you think?’

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MICKEY PHILIPS   /   @scrunchie​.

               ‘here,’ steven hands off a cone to mickey, licking at his own as the ice cream begins to drip down the sides. the mall is dead, so steve has taken it upon himself to take his break a little early. robin could handle whatever was happening at scoops ahoy. ‘we’re still trading, right? ice cream for a game?’ steve looks at the other boy expectantly. ‘i don’t have any quarters, so don’t flake out on me now, philips,’

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some updates:

i deleted most of my hyperfixation blogs ( barbie , ted , clay ), and now have this multi and mike ( which i’m currently on most ).

i’m gonna be working on a halloween multi that i’ll use seasonal ( just like i do my nick kringle blog ).

this blog is still on hiatus because mike has my fullest attention, so find me there.

i have a mullet.

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NANCY WHEELER   /   @shotcalled​.

                   sometimes mike sits in the basement and stares at the space el used to occupy. after will and dustin and lucas have gone home, after another 10 hour campaign, he still feels something missing inside of his chest, and he knows it’s her. mike can tell his mom is worried about him, but mike can’t seem to shake the thought of el and what happened to her. he’s so engrossed in these thoughts that he doesn’t hear nancy come down the stairs. when she speaks, mike jumps, turning to her with an angry, furrowed brow. ‘knock much?’ as if this was his room, and there was a door. ‘pretty sure mom taught us not to sneak up on people,’

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JANE HOPPER   /   @telekinel​.

                   ‘hey - hey. sweetheart, wake up,’ joyce had first been awakened by soft whimpers, barely heard over the fan she had on in the corner of her room. perhaps it’s the mother in her that can hear the soft groans. sitting up, turning on the lamp sat on her nightstand, joyce dawns a robe and makes her way quietly to jane’s room, careful not to wake her boys as she enters and sits on the edge of the girl’s bed. hand places softly on jane’s shoulder, she shakes the girl awake. ‘it was just a bad dream. you’re alright now,’

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                   none of them had expected the card to be pulled. dreaded, and yet somehow anticipated. thrown into the mix, making the family both nervous and excited. daniel was not one of them, and never truly had been. adopted into the family, shunned secretly for years — a part of the activities, but never fully welcomed into them or their wealth. when alex found grace, the le domas clan questioned her every chance they got, but behind her back, not to her face. that’s just how they were. daniel thought he understood her, and her him, on most levels. but his brother got to her first, and so daniel drank and tried to forget everything he felt for her since the beginning.

the night is long, turning into morning. 2 am falls upon them, and he finds grace in the billiard room. the house is large, but it’s 8 against one right now. she is supposed to be doomed, a sacrifice to keep the le domas family afloat. daniel thought it was bullshit, and yet a part of him still yearned to make his so called parents proud. she’s bloody and crying. daniel wished he had a whiskey in his hand, and instead he has a gun. the way he instinctively leans in when grace moves closer, talking of them and how this was their chance... thick brows furrow. he lazily holds the gun to his side. ‘i’m going to get you out’ve here,’ he says this like a final promise. he’s made up his mind; he knows where his loyalties lie. ‘i am. you’re going to be fine,’ daniel doesn’t know if he can go with her, but as long as she lives — that would be enough.

tonight, even though we are in hell, i feel like I have another chance with you. and i’m not gonna lose you again.     @strngher​.

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putting this blog on hiatus. you can find me @ourpaladin.

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                   ‘how’d you guess?’ the auditorium is dark, dim lights casting long shadows from the stage to the back of its seats. billy knew she’d be there, observant enough to understand that people had comfort spots, and places that made them feel safe. in times like these, maybe it was good to have somewhere to hide. if only they knew what billy did. palms lay flat against the stage, staring up at jordan as she walks out from behind the curtains. his smile does not reach his eyes, but it’s convincing, nonetheless. ‘what’re you doing in here all alone? don’t you know there’s a killer on the loose?’

looking for me?     @notvictim​.

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AARONT HOTCHNER   /   @meddled​.

                   she’s nervous, but thinks she hides it well. a decade has passed since she’s seen or heard from malcolm, and that’s the way she liked it. the years passing had never stopped her from looking over her shoulder, though. or checking the backseat of her truck whenever she slid into the driver’s seat. sometimes the arm he broke back in her late teens still aches when it gets too cold. but alice is alive, and she had been living with the knowledge that she would never have to hear his name again. she was wrong.

alice sits up a bit straighter when she hears the knock on the door. heart races as she stands, walks over to look through the peek hole, only to see a nicely dressed man outside. alice takes a breath and opens the door, steps aside so he can come in. ‘you’re early,’ she exclaims, giving a smile, hiding her uncertainties well. ‘unless you’re one’ve those people who says early is on time and on time is late,’ alice gives a snort of a laugh. ‘come on in,’

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                   ‘i know that,’ because it’s knowledge that had to be held in a world like this one. it was human to know that your loved ones would die, even before the end, but now death was quick, and easy. too easy. family slipped into death like they slipped into shoes, and others had to simply watch it happen. rick has seen it time and time again, and yet he holds his machete as if he’s ready to defend anything and anyone. perhaps it is in his nature, as the once sheriff. looking at mare, maybe she could understand that. ‘but i have t’try,’

you can’t save everyone.     @detsheehan​.

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putting this blog on hiatus. you can find me @ourpaladin.

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AGENT KERRY   (   everstride​.   )

HATE.   she’d like to hate him,   but it was such a strong word even she can’t use.   he didn’t deserve to fester away inside of her like something rotten now filled with maggots and flies as it tears her apart inside and out.   no.   he would not win,   and she would not let him win.     “ no. ”     she’s had enough,   voice filled with rage;   no matter how much she contains it and keeps her volume levelled.     “ no you fail to see the bigger picture here,   mr kramer.   you think constructing these death traps makes you some angel in disguise.   that you’re saving them,   giving them a second chance to confess their sins and replenish their lives.   but you make it inevitable for those people to get out alive.   and since they’re the ones doing it…   you think that clears your conscience. ”     arms folded across her chest,   foot resting against the bottom of the table as she all but stares at john kramer,   letting her gaze burn into him as something begins to gnaw away at her beneath her chest,   something itching and threatening to tear.     “ you’re not an angel in disguise.   you,   are a sadistic killer.   no matter how much you try to conceal it as something else. ”

                   she will never understand. no one does, until they’ve survived one of his tests. and that is the point, isn’t it? survival changes people, shows them that they are worth more than they initially thought. amanda knows now, dr. lawrence gordon too, and so on. john does not believe allison to be naive, however he does think she’s blinded by her duties. ‘i have never once claimed to be an angel, agent kerry. i am a man. human, like you,’ he understood he was no different than anyone standing in this room, with an exception of two things: he was the only one being killed from the inside, and he was the only one who could see the good in what he was doing. one foot moves forward under the table, pushing the chair opposite john out slowly so that allison could sit. ‘my tests, they are designed to give people a choice — to live, or to die. there is always a way to survive. they simply must want to,’ john looks over her features. ‘talk civilly with me for ten minutes. i will tell you everything you want to know in return,’

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putting this blog on hiatus. you can find me @ourpaladin and @slashaer​.