[16qsyche]

el. 20’s. sometimes writing. 18+ & 🪦🕊️ content ahead!

interests vary based on what i’m into at the current moment but right now you’ll find anime, asoiaf and video games. among other things.

tags -

#tw [insert trigger]

#el yaps

#els written

#el answers

# [character name] rec

[throathole]

please don’t fuck my dad

At the end of the day it’s up to him

[cruel-hiraeth]

the kind of shit bachira posts

[qipchids]

megumi kaisen today everyone cheered

[yokolate]

Fushiguro Tōji Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 (2023) — Episode 4

[blankfaerie]

SILENT HILL 2 (2024) + B l u e

[mrsblaileen]

the decision to have nanami’s shirt sleeve ripped so we could get a glimpse of his beefy ass bicep while his hair was all soft and disheveled, no glasses so you could see his pretty eyes… WOW

[yuutaguro]

let the man build his sandcastles in peace 🏖️

[ferventisart]

i gotta lock the fuck in

[somniath-v]

big fan of tamsy being a biter

[itachis]

Finding more fallen-out hairs on your pillow, watching out favourite stuffed bread disappear from the convenience store...the accumulation of those little despairs is what makes a person an adult.

NANAMI KENTO in JUJUTSU KAISEN / 呪術廻戦 (2020) episode 9: 幼魚と逆罰; small fry and reverse retribution.

[hinamie]

wish i could rip you right out of my screen boy

[16qsyche]

so cool i’m procrastinating the thing i want to do (write porn)

[nessieartss]

people having been recommending gachiakuta to me and I’m proud to announce that I have adopted a new son

[nagumoan]

@mewnbuns

[insaneption]

somehow he always becomes a victim of my little practices

[dilftaroooo]

ooh ooooh i love love love the idea of tamsy flaunting his beauty with an elegance so astonishing in contrast to his raw physical strength; feathered lashes that curl at the tips, ropes of carefully knitted thread—interwoven with yellow platinum and opaque lapis—that splay across the expanse of his shoulders.

you're quick to cover him in a duvet too delicate to intervene, varnished with powdery linen that reaches your nose in listless streams. outside the realm of cleaning, he's just as fragile as the blanket that tickles his skin.

up until you find yourself injured with a sprained ankle during an intense spar with one of the newer cleaners because that's where your arrogance tends to lead you, shamefaced and sore. with your health prioritized, tamsy is gracious enough to offer a slender hand to your swollen ankle, tracing where the joint protrudes before insisting he carry you to eishia's.

what was intended to be a chortle under your breath grows into a giggle, an obnoxious one, might you add. you giggle boisterously in front of widened eyes and agape lips and advise him to find something safe to do before he ends up warming the empty spot on the ground beside you.

but when your body is hauled up from the floor and suspended in arms you deemed too feeble, a hand on a chest you believed was too lean, you look up to find yourself closer to a face you thought was too pretty to bear a smile so conceited, that's when you start to think your humiliation is inevitable—your mother warned you about the karma that would eventually return to make you stumble, and sprain your ankle along with it, apparently.

the forearm under your knees bulges with thickened veins and the other that curved under your back follows in tandem, his hand cupping where your ribs lie. you notice the lack of sweat you thought would be gliding down his temple the minute he began carrying you bridal style. he just blatantly ripped off the duvet you placed and watched it soil with a grin.

"certainly this will be easier than making you limp your way to the infirmary," he begins to scurry his way inside the building, careful to avoid door frames and sharp corners from striking your ankle. you let a startled yelp trickle from your lips when he adjusts your position with a brief toss upwards. you wrap your arms around his neck this time. "it’s rather important that i help a friend in need, especially in moments like this, when you're so," you have an inkling of what he's going to utter next.

"...frail."

oh, how funny.

[yumyumyoomie]

sketches of my baby girl tamsy caines ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

i want to digitalize them but there’s something so aesthetically pleasing about a pencil sketch

pls do not steal or repost as ur own!!