bumble boii

hiiii! don't mind me lurking on ur pages, i'm just reading that amazing fanfiction of yours(^з^)-☆

[divorcedwife]

studying history is like. here's to another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be. thank you women who fight for abortion and contraception and independance from men for another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be

[themuseera]

[spoiledmilks]

idk why it took me this long to make some sort of horse sona or personal horsey design

i also am not sure if this coat color is even possible, i was thinking its like a strawberry roan with overo/pinto white markings

and i am not even sure on the breed or proper horsey name..ig its my fictional horsey breed with my fictional horsey coat

[enjin-ka]

The beauty traitor ও

Tamsy.∆.

[writingdose]

I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.

the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.

[kxsagi]

I just read all your gachiakuta stuff it low-key took like an hour, but we need more of that tamsy crash out like w/ delmon and the video game. Ts got me dying

“𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩…?”

a/n: i had this in my drafts for longer than a month, i think this ask was the sign i needed to post it...

thank you for reading as well!!! 🫶🏻

another glorious day in trash hell, and you’re knee-deep in debris, minding your business, when the ground starts vibrating. 

not from a trash beast. 

from delmon. 

“I’M JUST SAYING IF ANYONE GETS HURT BECAUSE WE WERE TOO SLOW I WILL ACTUALLY LOSE MY MIND– WE NEED EYES EVERYWHERE–” 

you wince. your soul folds in on itself like a cheap lawn chair. 

you glance over and– yep. there it is. 

tamsy has gone still. 

not annoyed-still. not tired-still. 

fuck my life still. 

delmon keeps going, arms flying, voice echoing off the walls. 

“AND I DON’T CARE IF IT’S AN OVERREACTION, I’D RATHER BE LOUD THAN SORRY–” 

tamsy finally turns, slow and deliberate. 

“delmon,” he says calmly, “do you ever get tired of hearing yourself.” 

delmon scoffs. “NO–” 

“cool,” tamsy cuts in smoothly. “then shut the fuck up.” 

dead silence. 

delmon stares like he’s been shot. “... WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME–” 

you pop up immediately. instinct. reflex. mediator mode on. 

“tamsy,” you say, flat, “shut up.” 

the way his head turns toward you is borderline cinematic. 

“shut MY bitch ass up…?” he repeats, genuinely offended. personally attacked. extremely confused. 

you nod. “yes. because you’re acting like this is new information.” 

delmon points at you aggressively. “THANK YOU! SOMEONE WITH SENSE–” 

tamsy opens his mouth, ready to defend himself, already loading sarcasm– 

and you tilt your head. 

“don’t you listen to heavy metal?” 

boom. gagged.  

tamsy freezes. 

you watch his brain short-circuit in real time. 

“how do you…” he says slowly. 

you gesture vaguely at him. “like. constantly. super loud. angry guitar. screaming. whitechapel. all of it. i can hear it from outside your room in the mornings.” 

delmon gasps because he’s just been handed ammo. “YOU MEAN THE NOISE MUSIC–” 

“IT’S NOT NOISE,” tamsy snaps automatically, then stops. 

because you’re staring at him. eyebrow raised. silent. 

the judgment is deafening. 

he opens his mouth. closes it. rubs his face. 

“… okay,” he mutters. “that’s different.” 

you cross your arms. “how.” 

“because i choose that noise.” 

delmon throws his hands up. “I’M EXPRESSING MY FEELINGS–” 

“AT 120 DECIBELS,” you shoot back. 

tamsy exhales, defeated, leaning back against a wall. “well…” he says, resigned, but still petty, “you know, that’s just like… your opinion, man.” 

you smile sweetly. “and my opinion is that you’re both loud.” 

delmon looks betrayed. “EVEN ME?” 

“especially you.” 

tamsy snorts before he can stop himself. immediately clamps his mouth shut when you look at him again. 

silenced. emotionally humbled. 

the three of you stand there for a beat. 

then delmon grins, bright and unapologetic. “I’LL TRY TO BE QUIETER.” 

he leans in and stage-whispers at full volume– 

“BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO YOU—” 

“DON’T,” you and tamsy say together. 

delmon laughs. loud. of course. 

tamsy sighs, shaking his head. “… i hate it here.” 

you don’t. not really. 

because shutting up tamsy, nonchalant, strong, high tamsy, is so much fun. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[moikawakiri]

I just KNOW they’re both mean and evil guys in bed. They even have the same English VA

[1617]

sometimes home is a person

[pomplerrr]

please don't say that

[manofmoth]

[latinaavenger]

See the thing is the would both say this mid completely unrelated games video. Then the other one would pretend to be shocked or appalled but secretly find it hilarious.

[lleyksie]

happy year of the horse 𓃗 .°˖⋆

[spoiledmilks]

quickly drew these cuz i wanted to try making up horse coats

drawing the appy pattern is so fun

[animentality]

[p1nkfreak]

I think I’ve read every single tamsy fic on tumblr…

it’s time to get a job 🫩💔

[valleyofwater]

Tomorrow.

[kxsagi]

“𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩”

a/n: tamsy would listen to this song from MSI

contains MANGA SPOILERS btw!!! 

ac goes to gz6f788wxv on X

it happens in the briefing room, of all places – fluorescent lights humming, paperwork spread across the table, the air stale with dried coffee and old mission reports. tamsy caines is leaning back in his chair, boots kicked up where they don’t belong, mouth halfway through one of his easy, charming little asides. the kind that makes rookies laugh and makes supervisors sigh like here we go again. 

you don’t raise your voice. you don’t glare. you don’t even look mad. you just cut in. 

“you didn’t step in.” 

the room goes quiet so fast it’s almost funny. 

tamsy blinks once. then twice. his smile freezes, just a fraction too late. “didn’t step in when?” 

you finally look at him then. calm. flat. eyes sharp enough to shave with. “during the cleanup mission with rudo and follo. when they fought.” 

someone across the table shifts. a pen stops scratching. the silence thickens, sticky and uncomfortable. 

tamsy lets out a soft laugh, like this is cute. like you’re teasing him. “wow, didn’t know we were doing storytime. you weren’t even there.” 

“i know,” you say easily. “but i read the notes from tomme.” 

that does it. 

his chair comes down properly. his boots hit the floor. he’s still relaxed, still chalant, still that smooth, supportive presence everyone trusts, but something behind his eyes sharpens, curious now. alert. 

you keep going. you don’t rush. that’s the part that really silences him. 

“the report says you were close enough to intervene. multiple times. it also says you didn’t. you just… observed.” you tilt your head. “interesting choice, considering you had the power to stop it.” 

there it is. 

the room doesn’t hear it, but tamsy does – the soft click inside his skull. like a lock turning. 

no one talks to him like this. people joke around him, orbit him, trust him. they assume. they always assume. 

you don’t. 

he studies you now, really studies you, like you’re a puzzle he didn’t know he wanted until it bit him. 

“and?” he asks lightly. too lightly. 

“and,” you continue, unbothered, “you also have a pattern.” 

his eyebrow lifts. “do i?” 

“yeah. you watch rudo more than anyone else.” you tap the file once. “not protective. not worried. curious.” 

the word hangs there. 

curious. 

across the room, someone clears their throat. your boss doesn’t stop you. corvus just watches from the corner, arms crossed, eyes unreadable, like this was always meant to happen. 

tamsy doesn’t interrupt you again. 

and you can tell. 

inside, he’s spiraling. 

because you’re right. about all of it. 

he did watch when rudo and follo clashed – didn’t step in, didn’t break it up, just observed like it was data. like it was interesting. and rudo… rudo has always been interesting. sharp edges, raw potential, something ugly and beautiful all tangled together. 

and now you see it. 

worse – you said it out loud. 

after the meeting, he catches up to you in the hall like nothing happened, hands at his sides, expression easy. “you got guts,” he says, amused. “accusing a guy like that in public.” 

you don’t slow down. “wasn’t an accusation. it was an observation.” 

that almost makes him laugh. almost. 

he watches you walk away, brain buzzing, chest tight in a way he doesn’t recognize as attraction yet, but it is. god, it is. you’re competent. you’re sharp. you work hard. and somehow, without yelling or posturing or begging for authority, you shut him the hell up. 

no one’s ever done that before. 

that night, he can’t stop replaying it – your voice, steady and calm, the way you didn’t flinch when the room went cold. how you didn’t fear him once you realized something was off. 

most people back away when they corner him. 

but you leaned in. 

tamsy smiles to himself in the dark, fingers tapping against his knee, mind already chewing on you like a secret he’s decided to keep. 

yeah. 

he likes you. 

so much that he wants you to keep shutting him up. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

yeah i’m still writing for this man…

[hushkira]

flirty friendship with tamsy caines.

genre   suggestive , flirty , canon au

pairing   tamsy caines x cleaner! female reader

warnings   suggestive scenes , semi-established relationship , profanities , sexual tension , 3 scenarios

wordcount   1.5k / 1563 wc

a/n   finally wrote something for tamsyyy ! my sweet evil beloved angel >.<

𝜗ৎ - masterlist

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა : feedbacks and reblogs are much loved and appreciated ! thankyew !

You and Tamsy are quite known in the Cleaners as the ‘troublemaker couple’. No, you aren’t dating. You aren’t exactly friends either. But who cares about those things ? They just make no sense ! Are the sentiments that you share with him every time you make excuses when people ask what you guys are.

When there are open commissions, it’s usually the two of you who are sent there as a team. Sometimes, accompanied by one or two other cleaners. But most of the time, it’s just you and him.

Shit always goes down whenever you’re left with him.

The client wants a clean finish—Tamsy makes a mess. You complain. He talks back. You snap at him. You roll on an argument. A trash beast shows up. You two fight it. Still arguing though. But in the end, you get the job done, you manage to find a solution to the mess he made, a win’s a win. But you’re still mad at him. So, he ends up making it up to you by buying you your craving with a kiss on the cheek.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“The dumplings saved you. Don’t be cocky.”

“I bought it.”

“Do I care ?”

“No.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re lucky I think you’re hot.”

“Baby, I am hot.”

He only smirked. Lower lip caught between his teeth. Eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he crossed his leg over the other. Poorly concealing your effect on him whenever you talked back like that and knew exactly what to say. Fuck, he’s so aroused.

“Tie me up ?”

“Fuck no. Are you crazy ?”

He’s not gonna beg, is he ?

“Please, baby ?”

Ah, hell.

The Cleaners definitely think you’re dating. You’re not. Semiu once asked what’s up with you and Tamsy. You only shrugged and hummed. Said you were friends. Tamsy laughed, saying he doesn’t need friends. And you certainly weren’t one. This caused a negative reaction.

You scoffed. Turned around. Walked out with a loud slam of the door. Semiu watched with wide eyes and slowly turned to Tamsy.

“Tamsy, you little bitch. You gon’ lose her if you keep actin’ up like that.”

“I don’t need her.”

“Uh-huh. We’ll see about that…Anyway, Corvus called for you just now.”

That evening, you didn’t come to his room like usual. You didn’t call through your chokers. You didn’t even leave a message. Whether it was you cursing him out or whatever, no nothing. He only looked at himself through the mirror of his vanity, long hair draping down like waterfalls—talked to himself.

“She’s gonna come back. She can’t live without me. I’m not the one that needs her.”

But nope, was he wrong. The next day, instead of going on a mission with him as usual, you went with Team Akuta. He saw how Enjin was all over you. Saw how you laughed at one of his stupid and flimsy jokes. Watched the way that you placed your hand on Enjin’s arm while you told him something. Glared at Enjin’s hand that dared to place itself on your lower back where his hand was supposed to be touching.

His blood was fucking boiling. But then again, he didn’t need you. You needed him. You’d come crawling back to him again soon.

Yeah, no. This shit went on for two whole fucking weeks and he’s losing his damn mind.

Knock, knock, knock !

The sound against the door of your bedroom disturbed your sleep. You scowled and ran your fingers through your disheveled hair. Your shirt was wrinkled and was hanging by your one shoulder. Your hair is a mess. And you probably looked like shit too.  Who the hell is it and why the fuck is this bitch knocking at 2 in the morning ?

That question was immediately answered when you opened the door. Tamsy stood there. His long hair wasn’t in its usual updo. He had bags under his eyes. That never fucking happens unless he’s going through shit. You raised an eyebrow. What the hell does he want ?

“What the fuck is wrong with you ?”

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked. Paused. Your spirit literally awoke. Did Tamsy just apologize ? To you ? At 2 in the morning while you looked like shit and he looked majestic despite the restlessness in his eyes ? Yep.

“I- what ?” You laughed breathily. This is unbelievable. In a really shocking way.

“I’m sorry. Do I have to spell it out for you ?”

“Don’t give me that attitude.”

“You’re acting deaf again. You know I hate being like this.”

“What ? Being a decent person who knows how to apologize ?”

“I thought you needed me.”

“You’re a bitch.”

“I’m your bitch.”

“Damn right.”

You both smiled. You opened your arms and he fit right in. Face buried in your neck with his arms wrapped around you tightly. Your fingers ran through the silken locks of his long hair. He sighed in contentment before beginning to press light kisses against your neck and up to your jaw.

“Let me make it up to you ?”

“Be honest. This is what you’re actually after.”

“You know me so well, darling.”

“Fuck you.”

“You don't have to tell me twice.”

The next morning, you’re paired up with Tamsy again. Semiu watches as you’re practically glued together. Or, his hands are all over you. She’s already tired of this PDA.

“Told ya.” Semiu smirked at him.

You raised an eyebrow. Tamsy only pulled you away to get that mission done and have you all to himself.

God, he’s so fucking smitten he can’t even hide it anymore. And he doesn’t bother hiding it. Especially in front of Enjin and all the other wannabes that ogle at you.

You were sent on a commission. A solo mission to be more exact. Corvus said you could handle it, you agreed. Tamsy obviously thought otherwise. Not because he thinks you’re weak. Hell no. But because he doesn’t want you roaming around Ground all alone with all those dangerous people that could jump at you anytime.

Though you’d definitely knock them all out without needing his help.

“I’m coming with you. Who knows what you’ll encounter out there ?”

“Tamsy, I’m a trained cleaner who can take down most members of our org. What the hell are you even worried about ?”

“I’m not worried about you. I don’t like the idea of other people approaching you with malicious intentions. You need your angel with you, darling.”

“You’re the embodiment of malicious intention, Tamsy. Don’t fuck with me.”

“Is that a compliment ?”

You slammed the door at his face as you left your room. Vital instrument in hand. The others watched as you walked through the hall with Tamsy following you from behind. They’ve never seen him like this. And it’s so hard to imagine him being like this. It’s harder to believe that he’s being like this even though the image is right in front their eyes.

“Woah, is that really Tamsy ?”

“He’s usually calm and collected. Now, he looks like a puppy.”

“The effect of being obsessed."

Once you reached the front desk where Semiu was at, she looked up from the magazine that she was reading and raised an eyebrow at the sight of your exasperated expression and Tamsy tailing you like a freak. Which he is.

“You’re not planning on coming with her, are you, Tamsy ?” Semiu asked and sat properly, crossing her arms over her chest

"I am."

“You can’t. Boss’ orders.”

“Who cares.”

“Tamsy, I swear if you don’t behave-” You groaned.

“Make me.”

You glared at him. He stared back. A sly grin on his face. The air between you turning thick.

“Don’t do that shit in front of me. Go find a room or somethin’.” Semiu rolled her eyes.

So, you did.

“You are not coming with me. That’s final. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“And why should I listen to you ?”

“Because I said so.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. He stepped closer. Successfully backing you up against the nearest wall. His head lowered as he gazed down at you. A sinister glint beneath his yellow-hued irises.

“I said, make me.”

You glared. He’d been pestering you since last night. Your patience surely would have run out. You wouldn’t have the energy to tell him off anymore and you won’t have a choice but to let him tag along. After all, you love him too much to leave him here just to follow Corvus’ orders.

But your response certainly made him falter and rethink his thoughts on you.

You pulled him by the collar. Soft lips crashed onto his. Tongue slipped into his mouth as his arm automatically snaked around your waist to pull you closer. Your back pressed against the wall as he kissed you back with the same fervor. But he successfully lost it when you bit down his lower lip to tug at it while looking right into his eyes. He swore he almost fucking came.

“You’re staying right here and you’re gonna wait for me like a good boy.”

“...fuck.”

You ended up going on the mission alone. A victory against Tamsy. Meanwhile, he was left standing in his room with his fingers pressed against his bottom lip. Eyes darkened with an intensity that nobody can name. His breathing, low but ragged. His lips slowly formed a smile. Thoughts filled with you. And the realization dawned at him.

He’s totally obsessed with you and he’s never letting you go.

© hushkira - all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize my work in any type of form.

[bintro]

is anyone else their father’s female son

[slaughtersafe]

Paradise mercifully departed.