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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

[ceoegos]

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

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Now you’re gone from my life; I’m  a d r i f t  on the sea, And it’s all I can do to breathe…

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He squinted his eyes giving a yank with his hand to make him swing and crash into his tools. Before grabbing his hair again with a scowl.

“Mind your tongue I don't have security because I can handle myself just fine. This was a mere slip but clearly I took back control of the situation. You're sloppy and to think I thought you might have had some brain behind that pretty face. Guess not”

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Typically, he doesn’t ever take hit jobs. As a young adult, he was happy to be hired as dumb muscle to rough up gang members. Nothing sophisticated, armed with fists, brass knuckles, and the occasional knife. Murdocks violence evolved, where he ventured towards the stalking. Carefully planned murders and displays, the growing piles of evidence and new identities becoming all he understood. No time for all these other jobs, he had work to do.

Unpaid work.

It was shady money. Murdock never saw them, just got the money and a few instructions. Get the actor, kill him, dispose the body publicly. He couldn’t ever ask how they knew about him, the Serotonin killings and his little sub-identities. Better get it done and out of the way.

Pockets lined with sedatives, knives, and a new pack of cigarettes. His Carmilla parked around the corner of the bar, watching the door for his target.

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Halloween is over but here is sexy astronaut

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I love you. . .

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Body - Markiplier Egos

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All eyes on YOU

(Day 23 of @tracobuttons Egotober)

(Please do not steal/repost)

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Moments before the tragic tale begins :>

Keep reading

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@rbhvleo // roberto ferri // mothering by ainslie hogarth // rainer maria rilke // ? // planet of love by richard siken // a self portrait in letters by anne sexton // indian summer by ron hicks

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El Tango De Celine

[An Actor fic with Celine and mentions leading to WKM]

It's dark til music slowly plays violin strings emotionally telling a story as red lights flicker on. Mark dressed in red, before he dances his solo of tango voices singing around him. Others in masks come from dark adorning red strings and dancing around him in sync.

{Celine

You don't have to wear that dress tonight

Celine

You don't have to draw your cards to the night}

His voice echos out with the music, before his hands are entwined with who he saw as his wife, then she pulls away as a familiar partner takes a hold and their passion makes him reach out.

{Why does my heart cry?

(Celine) Feelings I can't fight

You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me

And please, believe me when I say I love you}

Unable to follow, he continues to dance, pouring his heart into each motion as he watches their dances become intimate, calling her name as the music ramps and crescendos. It's erratic, angry and saddened grabbing his face in despair and desperation.

{His eyes upon your face

His hand upon your hand

His lips caress your skin

It's more than I can stand}

Over time his suit becomes tattered, marks on his skin of old injuries. But onward his sentiment dances, as dark hands take his once again but not of his wife nor a friend. Memories play among the void as the music swells and dancers tied in string continue.

{Yo que te quiero tanto, qué voy a hacer

Me dejaste, me dejaste en un tango

En el alma se me fue

Se me fue el corazon

Ya no tengo ganas de vivi}

His facial expression changing, as his partner dissipates and his moves now make him draw closer. Closer now.

{Porque no te puedo convencer

Que no te vendas Celine

Celine (Why does my heart cry?)

You don't have to put on that red light

Feelings I can't fight (You don't have to wear that dress tonight}

Closer to the colonel, pushing away Celine as the music grows into overwhelmed chaos. Then finally a bang, a dip in his partners arms his chest blooming crimson as everything fades away leaving the scene to the void of distant emotions and bittersweet feelings.

{Celine. . .}

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Feeling violent oh great..

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for someone who really likes spending time by himself i sure do feel the sentiment of “i need someone to pay attention to me or i’m going to start breaking car windows” quite often

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“Put you down? Oh no no no we can't have that not after you so graciously kidnapped me sticking me in a fucking trunk and now about to play murderopoly. No I think I should return the sentiment don't you think? Might get alittle messy I'm sure might even become brutal if I'm honest~”

He started to approach, bending down with his free hand to grip his hair yanking his head to look up at him. Eyes staring down in crimson red with a tooth smile.

“And you gave me such a selection to work with usually I just use my old reliables~”

@ceoegos

Typically, he doesn’t ever take hit jobs. As a young adult, he was happy to be hired as dumb muscle to rough up gang members. Nothing sophisticated, armed with fists, brass knuckles, and the occasional knife. Murdocks violence evolved, where he ventured towards the stalking. Carefully planned murders and displays, the growing piles of evidence and new identities becoming all he understood. No time for all these other jobs, he had work to do.

Unpaid work.

It was shady money. Murdock never saw them, just got the money and a few instructions. Get the actor, kill him, dispose the body publicly. He couldn’t ever ask how they knew about him, the Serotonin killings and his little sub-identities. Better get it done and out of the way.

Pockets lined with sedatives, knives, and a new pack of cigarettes. His Carmilla parked around the corner of the bar, watching the door for his target.