#theme request

i'm never too confident with my choices when it comes to themes 😬 here is what i found

Heather Morris PSD Theme

Type: PSD Theme

Icon: square or circle

Muse: Heather Morris

Apps used: Pinterest, WeHeartIt, Photopea

Comment: It's the only Heather Morris theme I've made so far. It's pretty good but it's not my type of theme. I'd totally use it tho (which I did a few months ago).

Availability: Free to use. Like, reblog and credit!

“We’ll never make it!!!”

“Oh god... There’s so many of them”

You sat silently, listening to everyone panic around you. Everyone here was a hardened fighter, capable of holding their own against enemies twice their size, and killing with inhuman accuracy, everyone, but you. You weren’t a fighter, you were absolutely useless against an enemy or in tight spaces. They all knew this, knew that you were the “weakest link” so to speak. They had protected you thus far.

Letting out a deep sigh, you slowly stood, and started walking towards the door, the only thing keeping the soulless monstrosities outside, at bay. One of the fighters grabbed your arm, eyes wide and incredulous, as he looked at you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?! You’re no fighter! They’re going to beat down those doors any moment!” He hissed frantically. 

Sighing, you turned to look at him, then spoke loudly and firmly, your eyes beginning to take on an ominous glow.

“I said I wasn’t a fighter.... Not that I couldn’t fight” The conviction in your voice, seemed to catch the attention of the others, all falling silent. 

Inhaling deeply, you lifted your head phones, slipping them over your ears as you searched for that special playlist.

“Stand as close as you can to me.” Your voice echoed with a surprising level of authority, all the fighters present, unintentionally straightening up and doing as they were told. 

As the doors to the massive hall started to splinter and tremble with the force of the blows it was receiving, you turned on your music, feeling everyone anxiously shuffle in closer to you, a strange energy building in the air. 

The song started to play, and the fighters around you, watched in silent bafflement, as wisps of energy started to seep off you, vaguely pulsing. The beat started to kick in, and your lips began to pull into a small smile, eyes trained on the door, as you slowly raised the volume in your ears. 

There was a deafening boom, the fighters all shouting in alarm as the doors gave way, and the twisted abominations started pouring into the hall towards your group. There was a minute pause in your music, and you let out a little giggle, before smirking devilishly. The bass abruptly started pounding in your ears, and you sighed contentedly, releasing your hold on the power within. 

A shock wave of energy blasted out from you, turning any abomination in range, to a pile of ash. Your group shouted in alarm, before realising they were unharmed by the blast, the energy pulsing through them and filling them with renewed vigour.

Laughing, you started to walk forward towards the entrance, bobbing your head along to the music. Each pulse of the beat, sent powerful waves of raw energy out, turning the twisted creatures to ash, as they mindlessly attacked. Shouting battle cries, the fighters followed your lead, shielding you from long distance attacks as you forged an ash covered path, through the horde.