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What’s a little Entangle between friends lovers dads flung into the Forgotten Realms. For @bearlyastar

+ Close Ups :]

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Please, take a moment of your time to imagine Darryl Wilson and Ron Stampler doing karaoke to Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy. They are wearing matching cowboy hats. Ron has no idea what the song is actually about. They are having the time of their lives. Henry and Glenn are cheering them on from the audience.

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His grin 🥰🥰🥰

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I finally finished making the first chapter! The book is called Bone Marrow by the way

This chapter contains: paranoia, and recalling traumatic events

The smell of coffee beans waffered through the air as the sun barely peeked through the city buildings. A medium sized lump on the old small bed stirred before a bony hand appeared from inside the cocoon. The hand grasped at the blanket, peeling it away from the body underneath. The skeleton sat up and dazedly stared at the wall before him. Sun rays peered through the dirty cracked window, old curtains fluttering lightly from the heater pumping warm air out below it. The walls were a light brown though the male was sure it had originally been a more cream color despite his landlord's protests. The floor above him creaked lightly as he could hear echoes of footsteps coming from upstairs.

The boney figure was still shaken up from the previous night. His leg unconsciously curled into his chest as he thought about it. He became slightly short of breath at the mere thought of everything. He was still shook, mostly from the fact that he wasn't killed but also the mere fact that something like this happened to someone like him. He wasn't anyone important, just a mere photographer who produced photos for the local newspaper and even got to write a few of the stories. He never wrote anything on the murders and stuck to the boring things that people tended to overlook. It was a sucky job but someone had to do it.

When the skeleton had gotten back to his place, he had immediately called the police. The police hadn't really belived him when he had said he witnessed a murder since the streets souronding that area were peaceful and only contained your average junkies and hooligan teens. But they proceeded with protocol and dispatched a police officer to go check the crime scene. When they had found the body an investigation was released almost immediately after seeing how the victim was murdered. The way the victim had died resembled the many others that fell victim to the 'Hound'.

The Hound was the newest serial killer in the state. They were named 'Hound' after the first few bodies were found with sharp almost canine like teeth marks littering their bodies. It wasn't released to the public yet if the cause of death was from the bite marks or the deep gashes done with a bowie knife. The police tried to keep the whole thing on the down low but a few reporters caught wind of it and jumped to give this new killer a name, which seemed to only fuel the wrath by said killer. The Bureau tried to disclose any other information so the media couldn't make a not on anything. It was an attempt to lure the killer out and make them act more recklessly. Which utterly failed.

The skeleton was brought in for questioning a few hours later but was released a little while after since it was nearing the two am mark. He would have to come back in the morning to finish up the questions before he was off the hook. His eyes turned to view the alarm clock on his nightstand, he gave a small sigh as it read six thirty-eight. He only had an hour or so before he would be asked to come down to the station. He wanted to succumb to escapism and hide away from this reality. Perhaps he could go back to sleep and would later awake to realize it was all just a bad dream.

A cold chill ran down his spine as his mind drifted back to the crime scene. Was the person he saw really the Hound? He casted a paranoid glance around the room as he reminded himself that he was safe, that he was in his own sanctuary and that the Hound couldn't harm him. They had dispatched a police officer to watch the skeleton's apartment in case he were to leave town or if the killer wanted to clean up. He didn't get to talk much with the police officer since he was too tired and frightened to strike up a conversation.

He turned his body and let his legs fall off the side of the bed as he stood up. He wore a slightly baggy shirt (everything was baggy on him since he was quite literally made up of bones) and a pair of navy sweatpants. He made his way to his small kitchen, his feet making slight clattering noises as they moved over the hardwood floor. He walked over to the wooden counter, already spotting the container of coffee grounds already out. He messed around in the kitchen for a little before finally starting his coffee. He tapped his finger on the counter as he thought the cop would appreciate a cup of coffee. He might already have a cup of coffee. The skeleton thought to himself as he let doubt worm its way in. He decided he would just keep to himself instead of going out of his way to talk to the officer. He felt more comfortable with that.

He turned his back to the coffee maker, trudging through the small kitchen towards the small living room. The lights were still off, the only light coming from the window by the small one-person table. He liked the lights being off, sometimes they were just too bright. He pulled himself over towards the window, moving the thin curtain to the side so he could peek outside. The sidewalks were that busied, seeing a pedestrian every now and then. Anyone of them could be the killer. Could be pretending just to be a normal citizen as they checked out his building so they could plot when and how they would get in to finish the job.

Suddenly he didn't really want to look outside anymore. He let the curtain go and watched it cut the image of the outside off from his line of sight. He stepped back, his fingers knitting themselves together. Fear settled itself deep within his bones again. He couldn't really remember all that had happened last night. When he explained that the officers down at the station they assumed it was his mind trying to protect him by locking up his memories. It's very common to those who experience something traumatic.

His hands slithered over one another, feeling the scrape marks that indented his palms from when he fell. That might've been the only thing that reminded him that what had happened wasn't just some nightmare. He turned his palms upwards as he peered down. His hands ached as he eyes the indentations. They would heal of course but he tended to get hurt quite a lot. A perfect example of that was when he had stubbed his toe last week on his bedpost and it ended up breaking. The hospital staff became very well acquainted with him since the time he's moved in

The sound of a knock brought the skeleton back from his mind. He turned his head towards the door, watching it intensely. Had the killer saw where he escaped to last night? How did they find his room? Did they see him from the window? His thoughts raced through his mind as adrenaline pumped into his veins. He fell into a cold sweet, his hearing zoning in and trying to make out any other sound from the other side of the door. Another knock ripped through the room, followed by a voice.

"It's the police!" The voice announced, a little muffled by the wooden door. The skeleton nervously took a step forward towards the door. After a second he began to take a few more quiet steps til he pressed his palms against the cold wood. He leaned his head forward, his 'heart' hammering against his ribs. He looked into the peephole. The man on the other side was fairly tall, dark toned skin- maybe a few shades darker than almond-, thick brown curls that hugged the bottom of his jawline and the sides of his face. The two important details he noticed were the police uniform and the two eyes that glanced from the door to each end of the hallway. The guy on the other side of the door wasn't the serial killer.

The skeleton released a shaky breath, leaning his forehead against the door for a second before pulling the door chain off the wall. He turned the second lock, here the soft click when he did so. His hand clamped around the cold metal doorknob, pulling the door up slowly. He peeked his head off to the side, still cautious of the other. His left palm was gripping the edge of the door as his right hand was still pressed up against the door. The male on the other side smiled once he noticed the door was opened.

"Howdy! I hope I didn't wake you up, I just wanted to check in" His voice was fruity, which calmed the skeletons jitters a little more. His eyes were perfect, they looked like warm caramel that commercials showed for caramel filled candy. A small black dot that you could easily overlook was settled in the lower part of his right eye. The edges of his lips tugged upwards as he gave a toothy grin. Four teeth on the top row were sharp. The cop in front of his door was a vampire.

Vampires weren't very known to be in law enforcement. They tended to stick to jobs in the medical section, better access to bagged blood- or fresh blood. The male stammered slightly as he realized he had just been staring at the cop instead of replying.

"Ah yea...I'm doing okay, thank you" His words came out taunt and meek. He cleared his throat lightly so the next time he spoke, it wouldn't be so quiet. His fingers on his right hand scratched at the door in slight embarrassment. The vampire gave a small nod at the reply. Before the vampire could reply, the skeleton added a little more. "I didn't...catch your name.." He began to worry half way through his sentence that it was a bad idea to ask for it. Though his doubts were eased when he saw the smile on the vampire grow a little.

"Aki, Aki Linscott" He proudly announced. He raised a brow and gave a small tilt to his head. "I never actually caught yours, sorry" He apologized lightly, his hands resting on his hips. The skeleton widened his eyes lightly as he realized he never actually gave his first AND last name to the officers down at the station. He had only given his first name since he was still a babbling mess. It was kind of embarrassing now that he though back on it.

"Oh it's Milo...Uh- Myrah- my last name is Myrah" He stammered to make his sentence clear. Aki reached his hand out towards Milo, his expression friendly and welcoming. Milo was still cautious of the other, his shoulders tensing up slightly at the action. He kinda reminded him of an overly excited dog that was meeting another of his kind at the dog park. It was kinda cute. His shoulders relaxed once again as the image of the dog popped into his head once again. He didn't really seem treacherous

"Well it's nice to meet you Milo!" He gushed, a little sparkle happening in his eyes. Everytime Aki spoke, he felt a little more comfortable. Milo reached his frail hand out and wrapped it around Aki's more muscular and warmer one. Both parties shook their hands slightly. Aki's grip was more profound while Milo's was weak and vulnerable. Milo could spot a few scars on the officer's arms, a few hard to see while others were bold. One scar traveled from the inside of his left forearm, traveling upwards under his sleeve. He became a little curious about the scar, did he get it on the job or maybe sometime before?

"Mhm...Same here"

Word count: 2k

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I finally finished making the first chapter! The book is called Bone Marrow by the way

This chapter contains: paranoia, and recalling traumatic events

The smell of coffee beans waffered through the air as the sun barely peeked through the city buildings. A medium sized lump on the old small bed stirred before a bony hand appeared from inside the cocoon. The hand grasped at the blanket, peeling it away from the body underneath. The skeleton sat up and dazedly stared at the wall before him. Sun rays peered through the dirty cracked window, old curtains fluttering lightly from the heater pumping warm air out below it. The walls were a light brown though the male was sure it had originally been a more cream color despite his landlord's protests. The floor above him creaked lightly as he could hear echoes of footsteps coming from upstairs.

The boney figure was still shaken up from the previous night. His leg unconsciously curled into his chest as he thought about it. He became slightly short of breath at the mere thought of everything. He was still shook, mostly from the fact that he wasn't killed but also the mere fact that something like this happened to someone like him. He wasn't anyone important, just a mere photographer who produced photos for the local newspaper and even got to write a few of the stories. He never wrote anything on the murders and stuck to the boring things that people tended to overlook. It was a sucky job but someone had to do it.

When the skeleton had gotten back to his place, he had immediately called the police. The police hadn't really belived him when he had said he witnessed a murder since the streets souronding that area were peaceful and only contained your average junkies and hooligan teens. But they proceeded with protocol and dispatched a police officer to go check the crime scene. When they had found the body an investigation was released almost immediately after seeing how the victim was murdered. The way the victim had died resembled the many others that fell victim to the 'Hound'.

The Hound was the newest serial killer in the state. They were named 'Hound' after the first few bodies were found with sharp almost canine like teeth marks littering their bodies. It wasn't released to the public yet if the cause of death was from the bite marks or the deep gashes done with a bowie knife. The police tried to keep the whole thing on the down low but a few reporters caught wind of it and jumped to give this new killer a name, which seemed to only fuel the wrath by said killer. The Bureau tried to disclose any other information so the media couldn't make a not on anything. It was an attempt to lure the killer out and make them act more recklessly. Which utterly failed.

The skeleton was brought in for questioning a few hours later but was released a little while after since it was nearing the two am mark. He would have to come back in the morning to finish up the questions before he was off the hook. His eyes turned to view the alarm clock on his nightstand, he gave a small sigh as it read six thirty-eight. He only had an hour or so before he would be asked to come down to the station. He wanted to succumb to escapism and hide away from this reality. Perhaps he could go back to sleep and would later awake to realize it was all just a bad dream.

A cold chill ran down his spine as his mind drifted back to the crime scene. Was the person he saw really the Hound? He casted a paranoid glance around the room as he reminded himself that he was safe, that he was in his own sanctuary and that the Hound couldn't harm him. They had dispatched a police officer to watch the skeleton's apartment in case he were to leave town or if the killer wanted to clean up. He didn't get to talk much with the police officer since he was too tired and frightened to strike up a conversation.

He turned his body and let his legs fall off the side of the bed as he stood up. He wore a slightly baggy shirt (everything was baggy on him since he was quite literally made up of bones) and a pair of navy sweatpants. He made his way to his small kitchen, his feet making slight clattering noises as they moved over the hardwood floor. He walked over to the wooden counter, already spotting the container of coffee grounds already out. He messed around in the kitchen for a little before finally starting his coffee. He tapped his finger on the counter as he thought the cop would appreciate a cup of coffee. He might already have a cup of coffee. The skeleton thought to himself as he let doubt worm its way in. He decided he would just keep to himself instead of going out of his way to talk to the officer. He felt more comfortable with that.

He turned his back to the coffee maker, trudging through the small kitchen towards the small living room. The lights were still off, the only light coming from the window by the small one-person table. He liked the lights being off, sometimes they were just too bright. He pulled himself over towards the window, moving the thin curtain to the side so he could peek outside. The sidewalks were that busied, seeing a pedestrian every now and then. Anyone of them could be the killer. Could be pretending just to be a normal citizen as they checked out his building so they could plot when and how they would get in to finish the job.

Suddenly he didn't really want to look outside anymore. He let the curtain go and watched it cut the image of the outside off from his line of sight. He stepped back, his fingers knitting themselves together. Fear settled itself deep within his bones again. He couldn't really remember all that had happened last night. When he explained that the officers down at the station they assumed it was his mind trying to protect him by locking up his memories. It's very common to those who experience something traumatic.

His hands slithered over one another, feeling the scrape marks that indented his palms from when he fell. That might've been the only thing that reminded him that what had happened wasn't just some nightmare. He turned his palms upwards as he peered down. His hands ached as he eyes the indentations. They would heal of course but he tended to get hurt quite a lot. A perfect example of that was when he had stubbed his toe last week on his bedpost and it ended up breaking. The hospital staff became very well acquainted with him since the time he's moved in

The sound of a knock brought the skeleton back from his mind. He turned his head towards the door, watching it intensely. Had the killer saw where he escaped to last night? How did they find his room? Did they see him from the window? His thoughts raced through his mind as adrenaline pumped into his veins. He fell into a cold sweet, his hearing zoning in and trying to make out any other sound from the other side of the door. Another knock ripped through the room, followed by a voice.

"It's the police!" The voice announced, a little muffled by the wooden door. The skeleton nervously took a step forward towards the door. After a second he began to take a few more quiet steps til he pressed his palms against the cold wood. He leaned his head forward, his 'heart' hammering against his ribs. He looked into the peephole. The man on the other side was fairly tall, dark toned skin- maybe a few shades darker than almond-, thick brown curls that hugged the bottom of his jawline and the sides of his face. The two important details he noticed were the police uniform and the two eyes that glanced from the door to each end of the hallway. The guy on the other side of the door wasn't the serial killer.

The skeleton released a shaky breath, leaning his forehead against the door for a second before pulling the door chain off the wall. He turned the second lock, here the soft click when he did so. His hand clamped around the cold metal doorknob, pulling the door up slowly. He peeked his head off to the side, still cautious of the other. His left palm was gripping the edge of the door as his right hand was still pressed up against the door. The male on the other side smiled once he noticed the door was opened.

"Howdy! I hope I didn't wake you up, I just wanted to check in" His voice was fruity, which calmed the skeletons jitters a little more. His eyes were perfect, they looked like warm caramel that commercials showed for caramel filled candy. A small black dot that you could easily overlook was settled in the lower part of his right eye. The edges of his lips tugged upwards as he gave a toothy grin. Four teeth on the top row were sharp. The cop in front of his door was a vampire.

Vampires weren't very known to be in law enforcement. They tended to stick to jobs in the medical section, better access to bagged blood- or fresh blood. The male stammered slightly as he realized he had just been staring at the cop instead of replying.

"Ah yea...I'm doing okay, thank you" His words came out taunt and meek. He cleared his throat lightly so the next time he spoke, it wouldn't be so quiet. His fingers on his right hand scratched at the door in slight embarrassment. The vampire gave a small nod at the reply. Before the vampire could reply, the skeleton added a little more. "I didn't...catch your name.." He began to worry half way through his sentence that it was a bad idea to ask for it. Though his doubts were eased when he saw the smile on the vampire grow a little.

"Aki, Aki Linscott" He proudly announced. He raised a brow and gave a small tilt to his head. "I never actually caught yours, sorry" He apologized lightly, his hands resting on his hips. The skeleton widened his eyes lightly as he realized he never actually gave his first AND last name to the officers down at the station. He had only given his first name since he was still a babbling mess. It was kind of embarrassing now that he though back on it.

"Oh it's Milo...Uh- Myrah- my last name is Myrah" He stammered to make his sentence clear. Aki reached his hand out towards Milo, his expression friendly and welcoming. Milo was still cautious of the other, his shoulders tensing up slightly at the action. He kinda reminded him of an overly excited dog that was meeting another of his kind at the dog park. It was kinda cute. His shoulders relaxed once again as the image of the dog popped into his head once again. He didn't really seem treacherous

"Well it's nice to meet you Milo!" He gushed, a little sparkle happening in his eyes. Everytime Aki spoke, he felt a little more comfortable. Milo reached his frail hand out and wrapped it around Aki's more muscular and warmer one. Both parties shook their hands slightly. Aki's grip was more profound while Milo's was weak and vulnerable. Milo could spot a few scars on the officer's arms, a few hard to see while others were bold. One scar traveled from the inside of his left forearm, traveling upwards under his sleeve. He became a little curious about the scar, did he get it on the job or maybe sometime before?

"Mhm...Same here"

Word count: 2k

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So I’ve been writing this story and I want to get it boosted around different platforms so I’m here today with the prologue :)

WARNING: This chapter contains blood, and a description of a chase 

10:25 p.m

The skeleton gave a puff as he raced down the slick sidewalks. The chilly air nipped at his bones as hot air pooled from his mouth. He clumsily ran away from the scene behind him. He was afraid of what might happen if the beast behind him caught up.

It had been a very normal night for the tall skeleton. He couldn't sleep and decided to go for a nightly stroll. The streets were usually void of walking bodies so he never had to worry about running into someone. He had been passing an alleyway that was home to a certain stray. He stepped into the dark area that seemed to be hidden from street lamps. His eyes searched for the gray and brown fur coat.

"Archie, here kitty"

The skeleton's voice came out a little shaky from the cold. His voice was cool and silky. It had a slightly higher pitch than normal skeletons. He crouched down as he tried to locate the stray.

Something from the corner of his eye moved and caused his head to turn. The feline creature bounded by him with a hiss. The skeleton had tipped backwards in surprise. Usually the stray was happy to see the tall skeleton.

The tall skeleton was fairly surprised by the foreign actions from the stray. The male didn't even have time to get up before more sounds were heard. A soft groaning came from the further part of the alleyway. No matter how hard his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he just couldn't see into the darker part of the alley. The skeleton opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a scaly hand reaching into the light. The black eye sockets widened at the unexpected actions.

"Oh god- are you alright?" His voice came out stunned and dripping with concern. He found the strength to push himself off the cold dirtied ground before stepping forward.

His body froze instantly at the sight of dark liquid that spread past the now still hand. His breath became hitched in his throat as his mouth seemed to hang open lightly. No sound could be heard other than the cold breeze of the autumn night and the pounding of his heart against his rib cage.

His eyes were stuck to the red substance that continued to slowly make its way towards him. His body ran colder than the air around him. He could feel a cold sweat breaking through. His eyes snapped up to something above the still unidentified body. A glint from something metallic caught his attention. He suddenly wished his eyes didn't adjust to the dark surroundings. The sight would put fear in to his heart and haunt his mind for the remaining of his lifetime- which didn't seem so long now

A figure shorter than himself hovered over the body lying on the alley floor. Their shirt was black but he knew it was soaked in the same substance pooling around the no longer breathing body. They reached their free hand up to wipe a splatter of blood from their face. The skeleton finally noticed a deafening feature of the culprit. They had a single eye smack dab in the center of their face- a cyclops.

The single eye suddenly shifted its attention to the new presence that it had zoned out when a shaky gasp cut through the deadly silent atmosphere. The eye widened and the skeleton could now see the wild yet pure blood lust that swirled in that single eye. The stare from the predator sparked adrenaline in the skeleton. His body threw itself backwards as he stumbled quickly out of the alleyway.

His feet felt heavy, as if cement had suddenly filled them. His breath was jagged as he attempted to call for help. His mouth opened but no words came out, only punched out breaths and gasps. It was as if the words were logged in his throat. If only he hadn't come out tonight. Maybe things would've played out more differently.

He couldn't get caught.

He was aware of what might happen if he was caught by the predator. His eyes ignored the street lamps and other lights coming from surrounding buildings, more focused on the dim lights of his complex.

Suddenly his body did not continue moving forward, instead it was proceeding downwards. Everything was in slow motion as he fell. All the sounds had been blocked out as only loud ringing could be heard. His head turned and his eyes locked onto what had caused his downfall. His eyes spotted the problem quickly, his foot stuck in a deep jagged crevice in the sidewalk. It had been the same crevice that put two teens rollerblading into the hospital. His whole body felt numb, it was almost as if a ghost was haunting his fragile bones.

Everything sped back up and he hit the ground with a thud and rattle as his bones collided with one another. He hurriedly tugged on his leg. He couldn't help but let a few tears out as death seemed inevitable. Death filled his senses, a foul and rotten stench invading his nose. An eerie silent sound played in his ears, an unsettling coldness rushing through his bones.

The skeleton stopped tugging at his leg. He felt as if there was no escape, he could only accept his fate. His stare lingered only on the barely lit sidewalk as he searched for the figure he so desperately tried to escape. But no one came forward down the sidewalk. The fear in the skeleton seemed to die down as he couldn't catch sight of the murderous fiend. Had he lost them? Maybe they didn't even chase after him.

He looked back down at his imprisoned foot and came to realize that it wasn't even that tangled. He turned his foot slightly to the right and pulled his leg towards himself. His foot became dislodged from the crevice. His fear had clouded his mind so much that he wasn't able to think clearly. The fallen male didn't give another second before pushing himself off the hard ground. Surely if he stayed any longer then the killer truly would show their face.He hastily made his way towards his apartment complex. He couldn't help but shiver as a cold-bone rattling feeling climbed up his spine. He fumbled with the door before shoving himself into the warm lobby.

Only if the poor skeleton had noticed that an unwanted fiend was watching him from afar with a new fixation.

Word count: 1.09K

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*me trying to write*

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FREE ART PROGRAMS

So recently I came across a fellow artist who was struggling to find a free art program, and considering dropping the large amount of money for a Photoshop license. I know not everyone can afford such an expensive program, so I’ve compiled a list of programs with no cost to download and use.

Keep in mind all computers are different, so not all will work for everyone. Also, I’ve only ever used Windows, so for the most part, I’m not sure if everything will work for Mac. if in doubt check the website linked.

Photoshop CS2 - (Windows, not sure about Mac.)

FireAlpaca - (Windows and Mac)

Sketchbook Copic Edition - (Windows and Mac)

GIMP - (Windows) (Mac)

Paint tool SAI [cracked]  - (Windows) (Mac)

Paint tool SAI 2 beta - (tumblr post on said program)

iPaint - (Mac)

Paintbrush - (Mac)

Pencil - (Windows, Mac)

Paint.NET - (Windows)

Seashore [still in development, ver 0.5] - (Mac)

ChocoFlop - (Mac)

Inkscape - (Mac and Windows)

ArtRage [Demo] - (Mac and Windows)

OpenCanvas 1.1[must pay for 2.0] - (Windows, not sure about Mac.)

MyPaint - (Windows)

Krita - (Windows)

Vectorian [Supports Animation] - (Windows)

Pixia[Japanese, some English versions] - (Windows)

Asperite - (Windows)

Chasys Draw IES - (Windows)

SmoothDraw - (Windows)

TwistedBrush Open Studio - (Windows)

BOUNS - CTRL+Paint [Great for teaching all kinds of stuff, like how to use digital programs.]

If you know more free programs, please add onto this!

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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the walking dead + greek gods

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‘that… that’s a color…’

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Camp Camp Shipping Playlist

Hey, guys, so this took THREE DAYS to put together and I’m so sleep deprived but I don’t care?? I hope you enjoy the songs (none of which belong to me) that I listed!

All ships and songs are listed in ABC order, so don’t get sh00k if you’re scrolling and can’t find your favorite ship. It’s there, don’t worry.

P.S. If there’s a ship that I missed, it’s because I didn’t know it existed or because I chose not to acknowledge it’s existence (*cough* MAX//VID *cough*) ANYWAYYY,  IF THERE’S A SHIP THAT YOU LIKE AND IT’S MISSING THEN SEND ME A DM ABT IT AND I’LL ADD IT ALONG WITH SOME GOOD SONGS :D

Bonquisha x David

Bite My Tongue by The Beach

Crying in the Club by Camila Cabello

Fake It by Bastille

Money Run Low by The Score

Songs I Can’t Listen To by Neon Trees

The Things We Used To Share by Thomas Sanders

Bonquisha x Gwen

Can’t Hide (feat. Ashe) by Whethan

Cliffs Edge by Hayley Kiyoko

Dirty Laundry by Blackbear

Mama (feat. William Singe) by Jonas Blue

No Light No Light by Florence And The Machine

No Sounds (feat. MJ Ultra) by BOXINLION

One Bad Night by Hayley Kiyoko

Daniel x David

Beast (feat. Waka Flocka) by Mia Martina

Drop The Game by Flume & Chet Faker

Gooey by Glass Animals

Love Is Mystical by Cold War Kids

New Rules (Cover by Alexander Stewart) by Dua Lipa

Ugly by Jaira Burns

Daniel x Jen

Attention by Charlie Puth

Chewing Gum by Nina Nesbitt

Get Some by Ghosted

I Can’t Resist (Nebbra Remix) by The Great Escape

iRobot by Jon Bellion

My Name Is Human by Highly Suspect

Wild Horses by BISHOP

Daniel x Kevin

Bad At Love by Halsey

Frame of Mind by Tristam & Braken

Guns and Roses by Bohnes

The Dame Says by Ivy Levan

Under the Covers (feat. Emma Sameth) by WOLFE

David x Gwen

Between The Raindrops (feat. Natasha Bedingfeild) by Lifehouse

Feel Something by Jaymes Young

Fireflies by Owl City

Gambling Man by The Overtones

Hands of Love by Miley Cyrus

I Think I’m In Love by Kat Dahlia

More Than You Know by Axwell /\ Ingrosso

The Girl (feat. Cozi Zuehlsdorff) by Hellberg

The Last Of The Real Ones by Fall Out Boy

Weight Of The World (feat. Blaque) by Jon Bellion

David x Jasper

Better Than I Know Myself by Adam Lambert

Crossfire by Stephen

Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey

Daughter by Youth

In My Head by Peter Manos

Lights Down Low by MAX

Make Me Fade by K.Flay

Oceans by Seafret

Stoned On You by Jaymes Young

Worship by Years and Years

Ered x Nikki

Electric Love by BØRNS

fumes by EDEN

Giants (feat. Carah Faye) (Festival Mix) by Breathe Carolina & Husman

Glorious (feat.Skylar Grey) by Macklemore

High by Sir Sly

Night Go Slow by Catey Shaw

What We Live For by American Authors

Gwen x Jen

Blow Your Mind by Dua Lipa

Bury Me Face Down by grandson

Hazey by Glass Animals

High On Humans by Oh Wonder

Horns (STéLOUSE Remix) by Bryce Fox

Nicotine by Panic! At The Disco

Think Before I Talk by Astrid S

Harrison x Neil

Boys Will Be Boys by Benny

Go F*ck Yourself by Two Feet

I Don’t Wanna Know by Weathers

Keep On Keeping On (feat. Brendon Urie) by Travie McCoy

Meet Me (feat. Noe) by Mickey Valen

Runaway by AURORA

Tied Down by Jaymes Young

Harrison x Nerris

King by Years and Years

Let The Games Begin by AJR

Lock Me Up by The Cab

Rough Water (feat. Jason Mraz) by Travie McCoy

So Bad by Brandon Skeie

WAR by grandson

Watch Me by The Phantoms

Harrison x Preston

J'ai cherché by Amir 

Knock Me Down (feat. Elayna Boynton) by MAKJ x Max

Be There by Krewella

BLUE (feat. Alex Hope) by Troye Sivan

DRAMA by AJR

Heaven by State of Sound

Higher (feat. Maty Noyes) by Lemaitre

On Your Side by The Veronicas

Please Don’t Go by Joel Adams

Max x Neil

Sad Story by Merk & Kremont

Better Days by Hedley

Bloodstain by Wrabel

Desire by Years and Years

High Enough by K.Flay

Paper Love by Allie X

Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie

Max x Nikki

Alive by XYLØ

DANGEROUS by LEFT BOY

Feels Like Summer by Weezer

I Like Me Better by Lauv

I’ll Come Back For You by Max Schneider

Raise Hell by Dorothy

sex by EDEN

There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back by Shawn Mendes

Max x Preston

Boum Boum Boum by MIKA

Devils Don’t Fly by Natalia Kills

Genghis Khan by Miike Snow

Kiss Me Before I Fucking Lose My Mind by Charlie Puth

Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra

Me And My Friends Are Lonely by Matt Maeson

Sweet Disaster by DREAMERS

Wildcard (feat. Feli Ferraro) by Mickey Valen

Max x Snake

Angels Or Devils by Dishwalla

Beautiful Now (feat. Jon Bellion) by Zedd

Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner

Guillotine (feat. Travis Mendes) by Jon Bellion

I’m Still Here by Rzeznik (from the Disney movie “Treasure Planet”)

Something To Believe In by Young The Giants

TALK ME DOWN by Troye Sivan

Nikki x Nerris

Burn The Stars by Massive Vibes

Classic by MKTO

Closer (feat Jennie A.) by Lemaitre

Hunter (Quinta Remix) by Galantis

i hate u, i love u (feat. Olivia O’brian) by gnash

Perfect Places by Lorde

SLEEPOVER by Hayley Kiyoko

Dadvid!! (not a ship, but I feel like David being a great father deserves a playlist)

home by morgxn

The Fighter (feat. Ryan Tedder) by Gym Class Heroes

Shelter by Porter Robinson & Madeon

Towards The Sun by Rihanna (from the Dreamworks movie “Home”)

Unbelievable (feat. Hanson) by Owl City

The Trio (Max, Neil, Nikki)

Best Friends by grandson

Middle Finger by Bohnes

Never Going Back by The Score

Thank You by MKTO

Twisted by MISSIO

The Magic Trio (Preston, Nerris, Harrison)

I’m Not Famous by AJR

Kings by Tribe Society

Unstoppable by The Score

We Are The Hearts by EXGF

Young And Menace by Fall Out Boy

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I hope you enjoy looking at this as much as I enjoyed drawing it

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that eyebrow wiggle Daniel gave David during their song battle when they’re super up close so their lil floofy hair is touching reblog if you agree

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Be Crimes do Gay

Be Crimes Do Gay

Be Crimes Do Gay

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Wholesome 😤💖

Moooore HorrorFarm. Y’all mighta seen this in twitter!