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— sylvia plath (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Beau Stimmies

aka "I Am So Autistic About This Man That I Cannot Sit Still"

GGRGRSAAAAHHHHHHV I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH IM GONNA EXPLODE

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GOOESS INSAAAAAAANEEEE AT "needs to mark" FOR BEAUUU UUUUGGGGGGHHHH MY GODDD YESSSSS

F1/Marvel/Top Gun head canons! 

Hickey addition! 

Characters Included: Sentry/Bob Reynolds/ The Void, Moon Knight, John Walker, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Joaquin Torres, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, Franco Colapinto, Carlos Sainz, George Russell, Bob Floyd, Mickey Garcia, Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Pete Mitchell, Beau Simpson (Cyclone), Reuben Fitch (payback) 

NEED TO BE MARKED

Bob Reynolds, Steven Grant, Charles Leclerc, Oscar Piastri, Bob Floyd, George Russell:

They crave proof they’re loved. Need to wear your mouth like armor. Want to look in the mirror and see you staring back.

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• Slouches into you with his eyes fluttering shut as your lips find his neck. Every time you suck just a little harder, he lets out this quiet, desperate gasp. “Don’t stop,” he whispers. “Please… I want to feel this tomorrow.” When he gets dressed, he peeks at the bruise in the mirror and smiles like he’s finally safe.

• Blushes when you ask. Doesn’t know how to say it out loud, so he just pulls his shirt collar down and tilts his head to the side. When your mouth touches skin, he physically shudders, whimpering quietly into the silence. He doesn’t stop touching the spot afterward. Like it’s the only thing tethering him to this world.

• Tries to play it cool, but the second your teeth graze his skin, his breath hitches. “Shit—right there,” he moans. You weren’t even planning to leave a mark, but now he’s gripping the back of your head and begging you to do it again. When it blooms dark the next day, he’s impossibly proud of it.

• Keeps his shirt off just a little longer when you’re getting dressed. Just so you can see what you did to him. “You really went for it, huh?” he teases, but it’s all love in his eyes. If you offer to cover it up, he says no. He wants people to know.

• The moment your mouth finds his shoulder, he whimpers so hard you think you’ve hurt him. But then he drags your hand to the spot and begs, “Again. Please. I need to know I belong to someone.” He sobs into your chest when you give him what he needs.

• Nervous about how it’ll look but so needy he can’t resist. His hands tremble against your hips as he mutters, “Only if you want to.” But the second your mouth closes over his skin, he moans—low and breathy. And he doesn’t stop until there are three.

NEEDS TO MARK

The Void, Jake Seresin, Pete Mitchell, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, John Walker & Beau Simpson (Cyclone):

They’re possessive. Obsessive. No one walks past you without seeing who you belong to. It’s not jealousy. It’s ownership.

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• Grabs your jaw and kisses up your throat with messy, open-mouthed heat. “Mine,” he growls, just before sinking his teeth in. He doesn’t stop until your skin bruises. Leaves one on your throat, your collarbone, and the soft underside of your chest—just to make sure you’re thinking about him when you change clothes.

• Pulls your shirt aside like it offended him. “Hope you weren’t planning to wear this again without something of me underneath it,” he teases, then devours your skin until you’re writhing. He hums when he sees the mark bloom dark. Perfect.

• Spreads your legs across his lap and buries his mouth in the dip between your neck and shoulder. No teasing. Just claiming. “You’re not leaving this bed without a signature,” he mutters, dragging his tongue over every bruise he gives you. It’s not rough. It’s ritual.

• Leaves one on the inside of your thigh just because he can. You didn’t ask. He didn’t explain. He just kissed lower, lower, lower—until you gasped and grabbed his hair. “Now you can feel me every time you sit,” he says, licking over it once more.

• You were teasing someone at a party. He didn’t like it. He waited until you were alone—then made you sit in front of a mirror as he sucked a hickey into the hollow of your neck. “Keep looking,” he whispered. “That’s mine now.”

• He doesn’t speak. Just pins your wrists to the mattress and starts kissing, then biting, then bruising. You arch under him but he keeps going, marking your chest, your hips, your ribs. It’s not about pain. It’s about ownership. And he’s not subtle about it.

NEEDS TO BE MARKED AND MARK YOU

Franco Colapinto, Lando Norris, Sentry, Marc Spector, Bucky Barnes, Carlos Sainz,  Peter Parker, Joaquin Torres, Reuben Fitch (payback) 

You both leave the room ruined. Bruised. Possessed. Matching.

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• Bites your neck, then whines when you bite back. “You think you can outdo me?” he grins, already yanking your shirt off. It becomes a game. One hickey each. Then two. Then five. By the end, you’re both panting, covered in bruises, and kissing like it’s your last day alive.

• Tries to stay dominant, but when your teeth sink in, his hips jerk. He moans so loud it startles you. “Fuck—don’t stop. Mark me up, baby. I’ll give you double.” Then he pins your wrists and starts the war all over again.

• Sits you on his lap and gently kisses your neck. “Just one,” he says. But the moment he sees it bloom, something snaps. He flips you over and gives you five more. Then whimpers until you straddle him and leave matching ones on his throat. You both call out of work the next day. There’s too much proof.

• Marks your chest, then stares until you do the same. “Not done until we match,” he murmurs, touching the bruises like they’re precious. You leave one on his jaw just because you know it’ll show. He smirks the second someone asks about it.

• When you wake up, your inner thighs are purple and your shoulders are wrecked. But so is his chest, and his collarbone, and the base of his neck. He grins at you with a bruised throat and a raw mouth. “Now that was a love letter.”

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im currently having the Stimmies over him rn so this is really a delight to see anyways BEAU FANART BEAU FANART BEAU FANART FGGGGRRRRRGHGH AAAAA YAAAAAAAYAYYYYY

A sketch of my beloved (not so) grumpy vice admiral

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this is exactly what im exploring with my zelda ocs and one splatoon oc!!

two of them are ex military, with one now being a tribal protector, and the other a rebellious anarchist. another one does community volunteering and works as a mechanic, while living in the rural country. and viola, who i talk about the most here, is a wildlife hazard analyst in aviation!

however, i do have one oc who i originally wrote into a modern setting, and that’s venetta—natasha’s gf! i think in a fantasy setting like zelda or dnd, she would be a shop owner or teacher <3 she wouldn’t be very special lol 😔

If your OC were in a modern Earth-like setting, what kind of role would they play in society? If they already are from a modern setting, what role would they play if they were in a fantasy world?

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It wimdy

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today’s writing update: i opened the doc, scrolled through it blankly, sighed at least four times, and then googled how to become a monk

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i love hearing about the declining birth rate like yesss that is a major problem considering our dominant economic model. a problem i plan on contributing to 👍 joining the war on declining birth rates on the side of declining birth rates

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Look, unless your character is a philosophy professor on day three of a meth bender, they probably don’t say things like “the cascading despair of human futility renders my pursuit of happiness moot.” They say, “I’m so tired, nothing matters, and my cat just barfed on my only clean shirt.”

Flowery language has its place. But if every character speaks like they swallowed a thesaurus and washed it down with existential dread, you’re not being deep, you’re being unreadable.

Good writing doesn’t need to be smart. It needs to feel true. If that means breaking grammar rules, go for it. If that means saying “kinda” instead of “somewhat,” do it. Voice matters more than prestige. You’re not trying to impress your old high school English teacher. You’re trying to connect.

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yes, so many!! for multiple f/os!!! but i’ll go for beau and natasha here ofc ♡

beau - i think smells like all things coastal and oceanic. sea salt, algae, wet sands, even the humid air of a hurricane rolling in. all that stuff 💙🌊🌀⚓️

natasha - smells like everything bold…orange citrus, a bit of smoke, sun scorched metal, and even warm wildflowers 🧡☀️🌻🔥

Do you have any scent headcannons for your F/O(s)? Doesn't have to be just for romantic ones!

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wrote one (1) sentence and immediately had to go lie down

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sometimes the words just flow and other times you'd have more luck wringing out a dry towel

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they found me hunched over my laptop, eyes bloodshot, mumbling about character arcs. “have you eaten?” they asked. “he doesn’t make it out of the bunker,” i replied. “i didn’t mean for it to happen. it’s just how it ends.”

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Write for your heart.

Not for a trend. Not for a loved one. Not for a director. Not for a reader. Not for a publisher.

But for your heart.

Your heart would ramble about all the things it was villainised for feeling.

And don't abandon writing. Because you'd be abandoning yourself.

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when the urge to write is strong, but the look of your bed and tumblr is even stronger

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Selfshippers this was made for us