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we, yes WE, want more mizuki content. esp nsfw mizuki content. thank you in advance 🩷

ᥫ᭡ changed my mind

ᯓ★ synopsis mizuki loves making your life harder. especially when he leaves you on the brink just to answer the door. ❀ tags dom mizuki. gn but reader’s on the recieving end (fingering). girl is used but its only cause someone assumed ur gender. condescending mizuki (not rlly degradation its okay guys). bit of jealous n possessive mizuki divider by saradika-graphics !

“holy shit, don’t stop—“ you barely whimper it out before mizuki retracts his fingers. you could already feel his smirk from behind your shoulder.

you let out a sound between a sob and a growl. he’s been edging you for the past hour and all you wanted to do was feel relief after a long day.

“what is wrong with you?” turning your head, you snarl at his smug expression, feeling even more irritated.

mizuki clicks his tongue, “you know that attitude won’t get you anywhere.” he shakes his head in mock disappointment.

“come on, just— please?” you give in, giving him a pleading face. projecting the neediest and whiney tone, you look up at him. “babe.”

it seems to work a bit, given by the way his eyes soften just a little before he gives your lips a soft peck.

“you want these?” he flexes his hand, slender fingers moving the stickiness around and in between his middle and pointer, almost as if he’s fascinated. “yeah?”

giving him a soft kiss, you nod eagerly, “yes, yes, please give it to me.” you whisper nicely, hoping to sway him even further into giving you what you want.

“so polite.” he snickers, adjusting your position between his thighs, settling you into his chest before he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “my sweet little… whore?” he questions mockingly, like he was testing out a new petname.

“are you? are you my sweet whore, babe?” mizuki goads, kissing the side of your face while you both watch in a trance as his fingers sink back into you. “yeah, you are.”

he snickers quietly at the gasp you let out, curling your hands into the sheets beside his legs.

“my whore.” he kisses your cheek again, spoken with revelation. “my beautiful little slut.” you feel his fingers curl into you after every word, making you lean your head back into his body.

“i love you so much,” he almost moans into your ear. the way he’s almost getting off to the way you’re feeling good lights up a fire in your chest. “cum on my fingers, babe.”

you let out a broken breath, moaning into the air. he’s hitting your spot just right, and you feel yourself almost coming apart.

but right before you could call out to him though, your doorbell rings across the apartment and into the bedroom.

mizuki sighs in slight irritation, fingers suddenly stopping, making you let out a small sob. you were so close.

“wait here, i’ll be quick.”

he moves to get off the bed when you grasp his hand, eyes wet with unshed tears. “i was— i was so… don’t go. please.”

mizuki chuckles softly at your desperation. “it’s the food we ordered. you’d regret it if i didn’t get it.”

you shake your head, not giving any less of a fuck if it was from your favorite restaurant or not. you could only watch him leave the bedroom door open pathetically as he saunters outside in only his shorts.

mizuki ignores the way the delivery guy is taken aback by his appearance, clearly smelling of sex and looking like it too, with his ruffled hair and sweat sheened arms. the only thing he can think of is you, and how you’re probably writhing in restlessness back in the bed.

“got a girl back there?” the dude jokes, feeling awkward while mizuki goes through his pouch for the money.

he probably doesn’t mean anything by it, just a light joke, mizuki thinks. but he can’t help the irrational feeling of wanting to hide you away, to keep you a secret.

what if you order while he’s out one night and it’s this guy again? would he be able to recognize your smell? or remember your apartment number? he can’t help but think.

mizuki doesn’t answer, mood souring at the stranger’s inquiry. he quickly closes the door the moment he grasps the paper bag, leaving the guy with his change. he places it on the counter in a bit of a rush before returning to you.

meanwhile in the bedroom, you could hear them talk, but you’re far too muddled-brain to care. all you could think about was your boyfriend and your small growing grudge at him for denying you.

mizuki plops on the bed as soon as he’s back, “miss me?” he gets an unimpressed glare from you in return. “okay, okay. sorry.” he chuckles.

“i’m getting some of your food.” you grumble while he settles you onto his lap. “takin’… all your meat. and rice.”

he’s unfazed, “no problem.”

mizuki licks his lips before caressing your thighs, peppering kisses on to your chest. he slowly eases his fingers into you, they’re a bit wet since he washed his hands after grabbing the food. he may be freaky, but he’s not unhygienic.

“there you go.” he coos, watching you sigh at the feeling of being full. “this hole missed me? did it?”

“s-shut up.” you groan, still frustrated and annoyed at him.

mizuki kisses the scowl on your face, its wet and messy, just like the way he’s pumping his fingers into you. “calm down, i’m here now.” he placates, forehead resting on to yours.

you yelp when he curles them into the right spot again, hands coming up to grip onto the short black hair connecting to his neck. he groans in response.

“i’ve been so mean to you, haven’t i?” you nod at him, eyebrows furrowed.

mizuki frowns mockingly, “i have? aww… my poor baby.” with his free hand, he sneaks it under your shirt and tweaks a nipple, making you arch into his chest.

“i’ll make it up to you, precious.” he bites your cheek softly, feeling a bit aggressive. he can’t help it if you were being so cute.

“i left you so depraved… only fair if i made you cum—“

you moan into his shoulder, hiding your face when you felt shudders throughout your body.

“oh, already?” mizuki questions, fingers digging into you unrelentlessly. he doesn’t stop pumping it in and out. “you deserve more, babe.”

you shake your head, sobbing while clawing at his back, body feeling overwhelmed. the pain and pleasure was blinding as he places a hand behind you back, rubbing it in comfort.

“i’m not done. you can handle it, right?”

mizuki maneuvers you both on the bed, holding you steady while he fiddles through the drawer next to your bed. he takes out your bullet vibrator and kisses your temple softly, amusement in his eyes when he sees the look of surprise and horror on your face.

“you can take my portion. i’ll even feed it to you. just give me a bit more, okay?”

𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙗. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝.

#dark poetry #sad thoughts

I'd straight up watch a whole season of him playing spelldrive. And I don't enjoy sports or even sports anime.

alsooooo...

Cribaby is thinking about:

-All the dirrrty ways Ruggie can use Laugh With Me ;;

-Ruggie messing up your makeup, just to prove he can fix it.

-Ruggie catches you staring at his Spell Drive skirmish.

#ruggie bucchi #disney twst

bluessmau

Anesthesia

In which GN!Reader is under anesthesia and thinks their boyfriend, the Second Years, is trying to hit on them (not remembering they're in a relationship).

Fluff/Funny. Reader is under the influence of general anesthesia because of dental work. Gender-neutral!Reader. Requested by @akio-emi.

Happy birthday to Azul!!!

Riddle Rosehearts

cribabylulu

Ruggie’s 😭❤️

ᴛᴀᴍꜱʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴀʙʀᴇᴛ

He curled his fingers around the shop door’s handle. It was so rusted he could hardly tell what metal made it up. Whatever it was left terracotta flakes in the palm of his hand, flakes he shook off aimlessly. Behind the counter was a dirty man dressed in what were essentially scraps of fabric. It was going to be a whole do-do. The man gritted his teeth,

“Walk-in?”

“Appointment. Tamsy Caines, thank you.”

Tamsy approached the kiosk. A humid breeze kissed his neck as he let his hair down.

“You ain’t wanna do that. Hair outta your face,” the clerk advised as he dipped out of view, returning with a stained sheet of paper and a pen. Tamsy grabbed it; the springs were loose. He scribbled his signature without looking, a ring wrapped around the ‘i’ in ‘Caines’ like a halo.

“Just adjusting it.” He smiled and slid the paper back to the man, eye twitching. There was no need to read it; it was just a silly consent form. Heels dragging, he lulled to the back of the parlor and twisted his hair back up into a fanned-out bun. Dark graffiti licked the walls. He licked his lips, anticipating what was to come. The leather chair sank under his weight as he swung his feet up, crossed.

“Uncross your legs,” a lady with stretched earlobes said, entering the room. The smell of cigarettes followed.

Tamsy smiled. “Oh, of course. Wouldn’t want me to faint like this, now would we?”

He sharply moved his feet to either side. A whole do-do, as promised. The lady donned latex gloves with a snap, then wheeled a steel tray beside them. His eyes trailed the needle as she coated it in a generous layer of vaseline before picking up a pair of steel clamps. Tamsy kept his eyes on the piercer as the metal yanked on his bottom lip. He must've looked ridiculous. After two dots were drawn in the center of the rings—one on either side — a mirror was given for him to hold.

“How’s the placement, yea?” the lady asked, taking a drag.

Tamsy tilted his chin up and down, clamps locked and dangling off his lip, pulling it down continuously. “A bit lower, if you please. I want to avoid it rubbing against my teeth.”

Upon retrieving the mirror and hanging it back up on the wall, she exhaled real slow through pursed lips, causing thick smoke to fill the area. Rolling her stool closer, she didn’t bother to mark it again. She went straight for the needle. A soft ‘pop’ preceded the fiery sensation of his skin being tunneled through. He took a breath, body still. The woman slid a cold bar through his bleeding flesh, a silver bar twisted on the end to lock it in place.

”I did my best cuz ya moved,” she commented, handing him a box of tissues. He took two, pressing only the second against his wound, assuming it was more sterile. Tamsy wiped the blood clean, eyes fixed on his reflection. An acceptable job.

”It’s quite nice, thank you, my dear,” he said as he left a coin on the tray. The piercer palmed it with a scowl and Tamsy’s face split into a grin.

”A word of advice, you were just a tad too slow,” he scratched his head idly, "I felt you shaking.”

#gachiakuta #tamsy caines #prose #fanfiction

♥C♥h♥e♥s♥t♥ X♥R♥ H♥e♥a♥d♥c♥a♥n♥o♥n♥s♥

Gachiakuta VER

this was an interesting idea i came up with at uc today (don't worry I'll explain stuff so that everyone can understand ^^). disclaimer, this assumes healing givers don't exist and these lovelies require irl medical care <33!

🅣🅐🅜🅢🅨

do they wear a [medical] mask: yes, but only in the waiting room to avoid getting even sicker.

█▓▒▒░░░Pre-procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥ Came in cuz he felt stuffy, lowkey. He can't have that. His body has to be in tip-top shape at all times.

♥You have to ask him to take his hair down, only partially. The bun could stay. (The tassels in his blue hair were very dense and probably would have shown up on the image.)

♥Fine with or without a gown but won't close it. (Though it depends what he's wearing, if he is in his all white outfit he doesn't have to change at all.)

█▓▒▒░░░Mid Procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥Positioning for the images goes super smooth, he does exactly as you say with a straight, almost bored face the whole time. The interaction is very professional, though you can tell he's complying out of efficiency as opposed to courtesy.

♥Between the front and side views, you notice his lungs are really long, as if he frequented high altitudes for a large part of his life. (This also happens to swimmers.)

█▓▒▒░░░The Images░░░▒▒▓█

♥Diagnosis, What the Doctor Said

You overheard the doctor saying he had come down with minor bronchitis, not due to the air quality, but rather a simple virus. Softly, he blamed the kids running around at HQ.

♥Additional Findings, Stuff YOU Noticed

His clavicles were rather thick. He has fusion sites (healed fractures) on multiple ribs. He either suffered flail chest (multiple breaks at once) or took a lot of hits to his upper body over the years. His heart looked slightly rounded, which was either a normal variation in anatomy or he was healing from takotsubo syndrome, probably the former, but you wondered nonetheless. Since he doesn't smoke cigarettes and wears his mask for almost every trip outside, there was no build up of trash or debris. Most notably, the soft tissue around his chest had random densities scattered throughout, as if metal scraps were embedded in his skin at high speeds.

🅙🅐🅑🅑🅔🅡

do they wear a mask: definitely not. he doesn't care about breathing germs (or trash) in or out.

█▓▒▒░░░Pre-procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥He came in because his damn chest just wouldn't stop hurting after that fight with Zanka, and he knew he heard a crack, but it's been a week since and he'd only just decided to show up in the ER. Cthoni convinced him.

♥Despite doubting it, you asked if he could remove the gold rings in his dreads. When he confirmed your suspicions, you asked him to tie his hair up high instead, giving him your scrunchie to do so. He asked if his rings needed to come off, too, to which you reassured they didn't. You had to remind him that metal doesn't interact with radiation in the way one would expect.

♥Definitely needs a gown with that fit, and definitely unhappy about it. But it SUITS him! The way his thin arms hang down past the wide and stiff sleeves made it look like he was in PJs.

█▓▒▒░░░Mid Procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥Jabber was whiny while you were trying to get these pictures, but the reasoning was unexpected. It was clear to you he wasn't breathing right, but he acted like that bit was all good, with the bulk of his complaints about being told what to do.

♥In between images, you were shocked by how much damage he sustained. You're extra gentle for the final shot, barely even lifting his arms out of the way as to not move the pieces in there around too much.

█▓▒▒░░░The Images░░░▒▒▓█

♥Diagnosis, What the Doctor Said

Four lower axillary ribs, shattered. You didn't need to be a doctor to notice. He got hit with something long and solid and with a lot of force. In the center of the impact, his 7th, 8th, and 9th ribs suffered complete comminuted breaks (a bunch of tiny pieces) and his 6th was partially fractured. Talks of oxygen therapy and chest tubes could be heard from beyond the walls.

♥Additional Findings, Stuff YOU Noticed

He would definitely be sent back in for a full rib series. There were bone fragments everywhere, and a sign of pneumothorax. Sure, he was in pain, but you couldn't understand how he wasn't in agony. Breathing through one lung for a week straight is unfathomable. Though unrelated, you noticed his thoracic spine seemed mildly kyphotic (hunched). Moreover, his lungs were coated with debris from trash, cigarette smoke, you name it. You sighed when you closed out the file.

🅩🅐🅝🅚🅐

do they wear a mask: Normally, yes. He doesn't want to spread his germs, nor does he want anyone else's. But in this case...

█▓▒▒░░░Pre-procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥Zanka arrived in the ER shortly after his fight with Jabber. Paralyzed. The first responders already fitted an emergency airway and placed him in a gown and removed his choker, earrings, everything. (Which he would surely not prefer if conscious). Once he was stable, you finally got to go in to take care of his imaging. They needed you to confirm the placement of an ET tube (endotracheal tube, sometimes replaces emergency airways for sustained support).

█▓▒▒░░░Mid Procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥Positioning in the ICU is notoriously difficult. There are wires and lines and tubing in every corner of the room. As for Zanka himself, he tolerated it very well. No monitors complained as you shifted him upright and snuck the imaging board behind his back, and removing it went just as smoothly.

♥There was only one image. You timed the exposure with the machine that was breathing for him.

█▓▒▒░░░The Images░░░▒▒▓█

♥Diagnosis, What the Doctor Said

The hospital staff concluded that the placement was sufficient. An unknown neurotoxin was causing paralysis of his chest muscles and diaphragm. Since it was unidentified, there was no antidote; it needed to run its course, albeit under rigorous observation. After a few days, the toxin wore off and Zanka could breathe on his own again.

♥Additional Findings, Stuff YOU Noticed

Zanka's lungs were pretty clear. There was very little debris, suggesting he was consistent enough with his respirator mask. No current or previous broken bones, heart shadow textbook perfect. Aside from the tube inside his right bronchus, you couldn't tell anything was amiss. Personally it made you uneasy, but clinically it made you hopeful. Days passed, and beside yourself, you needed to follow up, needed to make sure he was okay. When you asked about his status, he'd been discharged.

🅔🅝🅙🅘🅝

do they wear a mask: Yes, but mostly because he thinks it looks cool.

█▓▒▒░░░Pre-procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥Came in because he had a constant noticable cough for months, kept him up at night. He was starting to think it might be just a little serious.

♥Reaallly pushed to keep his tee-shirt on. Good news for him--there weren't any buttons or metal clasps or anything, just plain red fabric beneath his coat. Of course he could!

█▓▒▒░░░Mid Procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥He was extremely kind and chatty. Made you laugh a ton. He was quite distracting; you had to adjust the equipment multiple times. Regardless, you didn't mind, you enjoyed the occasional happy-go-lucky patient.

♥He coughed on deep inhales, which caused you to [regrettably] miss the first shot.

█▓▒▒░░░The Images░░░▒▒▓█

♥Diagnosis, What the Doctor Said

A heavy smoker, the doctor told Enjin he was at risk for emphysema within the next ten to twenty years. While they concluded his lungs were mostly okay now, all of the protection he wore out in No-Man's Land was being negated by the smoke in his own apartment. They clearly needed a break, at the very least. You heard Enjin agree, in a sort of 'yes-yes-right-away' tone, but as you watched him on the way out, you questioned the merit behind it.

♥Additional Findings, Stuff YOU Noticed

Looking back at the images, you noticed his diaphragm was slightly flattened (classic emphysema sign), but you had to really squint. His lungs were mid-length and darkened in the middle, and there might have been slight calcification of a few superficial arteries, but you weren't sure. Enjin wasn't the oldest, but he also wasn't the healthiest. On the edge of the east margin, you were able to make out a healed humeral head fracture.

🅐🅜🅞

do they wear a mask: No, she's rather beside herself in medical situations. A mask is the last thing on her mind.

█▓▒▒░░░Pre-procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥Poor girl was brought in by Rudo because she was short of breath and her chest was hurting. She was in rough shape, and the boy that accompanied her clearly wanted to cut right to the chase, as if he didn't want to take any chances, as if he almost lost her once before.

♥When you asked if she was wearing a bra underneath her dress, Rudo lunged at you. It made you chuckle, but rest assured, you explained to him it was standard procedure. She shook her head no, regardless. You also asked her to remove her scarf for good measure, as it was a bit bulky. Rudo wasn't thrilled about being asked to wait outside, regardless of your gender. He didn't seem to grasp the situation completely, but you were familiar with such reactions and didn't quite mind.

█▓▒▒░░░Mid Procedure░░░▒▒▓█

♥Amo is small, essentially you could line up your shot off kilter and still get her entire chest. Mascara was running down her cheeks, and she was sniffling throughout the whole do-do. Whatever she had been through, you felt awful.

♥You didn't notice anything after taking the first image. When you returned, more tears were falling, so you rested a firm hand on her shoulder and smiled as you turned her for the next picture.

█▓▒▒░░░The Images░░░▒▒▓█

♥Diagnosis, What the Doctor Said

♥Rudo was ecstatic to have her back in the waiting room with him, or at least, that's what it sounded like. The doctor came in and asked if Amo felt any better, to which you couldn't hear her reply. However, you could infer it was a yes, as the doctor followed up by informing her that since she was recently under high levels of stress, such anxiety can cause symptoms that mimic a heart attack.

♥Additional Findings, Stuff YOU Noticed

♥She had a minimal amount of consolidation from living out in No-Man's Land without a mask, but other than that, her lungs were clear. Her clavicles and other bones appeared very thin. There was an extra floating rib on her first lumbar vertebrae.

#im a tech so this is what i think about at work #gachiakuta #tamsy #jabber #zanka #enjin #amo #sorry for nerding #xray #healthcare

kinkandkreep

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏!𝑻𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒚-𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱

ᴬ/ᴺ: ᴴᵉʸ ʰᵉʸ ʸ'ᵃˡˡᵎ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵒ ᵉˣᶜᶦᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗᶦᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ˢᵉᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ⁻ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ⁽ʷᵉˡˡ, ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ, ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵀᵃᵐˢʸ ᵃˢ ᵐʸ ˡᶦˡ' ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ…⁾.

ᴬⁿʸʷʰᵒᵎ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

ᴬˢ ᴵ ᵖʳᵉᵛᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿᵉᵈ, ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᵀᵃᵐˢʸ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉʰᵒˡᵈ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦᵐ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ʷᵉᵉᵏ, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵃᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵇᵘᶦˡᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶦᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖᵒˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ.

ᴴᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵎ ⁽ᴬⁿᵈ ᶦᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵃⁿʸ ᵀᵃᵐˢʸ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗˢ, ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᵛᵃʳᶦᵉᵗʸ, ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿ ᵃˢᵏᵎ⁾

¤ fᴜʟʟ nᴀᴍᴇ: tᴀᴍsɪɴ eᴍᴇʀɪᴇʟ cᴀɪɴᴇs

¤ is wᴀsɪᴀɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ tʜᴇ (rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ) hᴏᴏᴅ™️ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ʜɪs ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ)

¤ dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ (ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs sᴄᴀɴᴅɪɴᴀᴠɪᴀɴ/nᴏʀᴅɪᴄ ᴀɴᴄᴇsᴛʀʏ) ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ (ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴏꜰ tᴜʀᴋɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ eᴀsᴛ asɪᴀɴ ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ) ɪs ʜɪs ʀᴏᴄᴋ

¤ rᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴄᴇʀᴇᴀʟ (gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ/hᴏɴᴇʏ gʀᴀʜᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ, ɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴏᴅᴅʟʏ ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏx's ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ)

¤ hᴀs ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴄʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs dʀɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ tʀᴀᴘ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ (ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssɪɴɢ "sᴏᴜɴᴅᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ ʀᴀᴘᴘᴇʀ" ᴘʜᴀsᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ sʜᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴍɪɴɪ ɴᴏᴛᴇʙᴏᴏᴋs ʜᴇ ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ɪɴ- ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ)

¤ wᴀs ʜᴇʟʟᴀ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟɪᴇs ɪɴ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪs ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ (ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴀʙʟʏ) sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ (ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏɴsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʜɪs ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs/ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ- ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍ ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ɪɴsᴛɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴇʟɪᴇꜰ ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ)

¤ is ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴs/ɪᴍɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (ɪᴛ's ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴋɪᴅs ɪɴ ʜɪs ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛs ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs; ʜᴇ's ᴀʟsᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅ/sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs)

¤ hᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀs (ᴡʜᴀᴛ i'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ) "ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇɴᴛʀɪᴄ ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏᴄʜʀᴏᴍɪᴀ"- ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ɪʀɪs (ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘᴜᴘɪʟ) ɪs ᴀǫᴜᴀᴍᴀʀɪɴᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏᴍʙʀᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ, ʀɪᴄʜ ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ

¤ tᴀᴍsʏ ᴀʟsᴏ ʜᴀs dɪsᴛɪᴄʜɪᴀsɪs, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴs ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴀʙʟʏ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ, ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍɪɴᴏᴜs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʟᴀsʜᴇs

¤ lᴏsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴘ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘɪɴᴋʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ (ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ, ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴏʀ ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ, sᴏ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴍᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ)

¤ hɪs ᴛᴡᴏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ, ɢᴏ-ᴛᴏ sᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ sɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴏᴋᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʀᴇ v. Bᴏᴢᴇᴍᴀɴ's "wʜᴀᴛ ɪs lᴏᴠᴇ" ᴀɴᴅ "aʟʟ eʏᴇs ᴏɴ mᴇ" ʙʏ bᴏ bᴜʀɴʜᴀᴍ (ɪᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘs ᴛʜᴀᴛ tᴀᴍsʏ ʜᴀs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ, ᴍᴇʟʟɪꜰʟᴜᴏᴜs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ)

¤ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs ꜰᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs ꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ: eɴɢʟɪsʜ, sʟᴀᴠɪᴄ (sᴇʀʙɪᴀɴ), cᴀᴛᴀʟᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ iᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ

¤ pʟᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴜᴍs, ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀ, ꜰʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅᴘᴀɴ

¤ rᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇʟʟ sᴇᴀsᴏɴᴇᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴛꜰɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪʟᴀᴘɪᴀ

¤ gʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴄʟᴀss ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʜɪs mᴀsᴛᴇʀ's ɪɴ eɴᴠɪʀᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ (ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙʀᴀɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ)

¤ (tᴀᴍsʏ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴏʟᴏɢʏ)

¤ hᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ sᴇʀᴠᴇs ᴀs ᴀɴ eɴᴠɪʀᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ rᴇsᴛᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴɪsᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇs aʀᴛɪꜰᴀᴄᴛ cᴏɴsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ

¤ lᴏᴠᴇs ʙᴀʀʙᴇᴄᴜᴇ (ʀɪʙs ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ)

¤ fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴏᴏɴ ɪs sᴘᴏɴɢᴇbᴏʙ (ʜɪs ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ɪᴛ 'ᴄᴜs ᴏꜰ ɪᴛs ᴀʙsᴜʀᴅɪᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ sɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ- ɪᴛs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ tᴀᴍsʏ ʜᴀs)

¤ is ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ xʙᴏx ᴅᴜᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ps ɢᴜʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ʜᴀɴᴅʜᴇʟᴅs (ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏsᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ)

¤ sᴛʀᴏɴɢʟʏ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ (tᴀᴍsʏ please ✋🏾😩)

¤ lᴏᴠᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏs ʙᴜᴛ hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ cʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

¤ is ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇssᴇʀᴛs (ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀɴ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ fᴏᴄᴀᴄᴄɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ᴄᴏʀɴʙʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ 🤌🏾)

¤ fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇssᴇʀᴛ ɪs ᴍᴀᴄᴀʀᴏᴏɴs (ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜰᴜʟ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʙsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ 🥹)

¤ is /ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs/ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋᴏᴜᴛ 😂

¤ kɪᴅs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ "uɴᴄ" ᴏʀ "uɴᴄʟᴇ t" (ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ's ᴏɴʟʏ 25 🙃)

¤ (tʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʟsᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ "tɪᴢᴢʏ" ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴀɪᴅɪɴɢ/sᴛʏʟɪɴɢ sᴋɪʟʟs ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ)

༺♡︎༻ ༺♡︎༻ ༺♡︎༻ ༺♡︎༻ ༺♡︎༻

SPOILER for gachiakuta ep 24:

I was so excited to see him actually animated in the after credit scene however, once that died down, I realized that they ruined his reveal because in the manga, it was much more shocking imo.

But oh well, they officially animated Tam-tam with his hair down😸. Love to see it.

#gachiakuta #tamsy caines

tamsy sketch from my physics notebook that i colored digitally💙 i’m proud of this, id tag Urana if i had twitter xD

#tamsy caines #my art #gachiakuta

this prompt was aura x james. i decided to make mega malamar sorta like his “aura”—- i miss him and inkay so much

#pokemon #james team rocket #my art #kinktober

This was a kinktober prompt, was lucky enough to roll amethio x dentist hehe 💜

#amethio #pokemon #anesthesiology #kinktober #my art

i have an outline for a short Tamsy Caines x Amo Empool fanfic. i likely won’t have the energy to complete it, however i do hope the draft can feed some appetites 🤧

I like this pairing not because it’s healthy but because it isn’t. I have BPD so i see myself in Amo a lot making her quite fun to write.

Warnings: Spoilers for Gachiakuta manga (most are my ideas/ possibilities for Tamsy’s origin however they are based on spoilers in the book), NSFW language, CNC.

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“ᵢₜ ₕᵤᵣₜₛ… yₒᵤ’ᵣₑ ₕᵤᵣₜᵢₙg ₐₘₒ…”

“I know I am, dear. Just bear with it a bit longer.”

Prologue: What if we started out 2-3 years earlier, with Tamsy getting his labret pierced on the Ground?

‘A drop of blood trickled down his soft chin as he peered into the handheld mirror. “It’s lovely, thank you sir.”’ The man took his handsome tip earnestly after passing Tamsy a cotton ball.

He would feel empowered, divine even. This is proven by the way he exits the shop, head high, swinging his hair back and forth. He looks down at an insect–perhaps a pantry moth– on the concrete and squishes it like nothing, because that’s what it is to him.

Then we dive into a flashback from his childhood, an interpretation of mine as to how he became the angel. He was working as an apostle on the sphere with his mother, weaving. She was teaching him the ins and outs of the practice. She always made sure he knew he was special. Talented. Godlike. His eyes were beautiful, his navy hair. But what was more important was what he wanted. Hence why he was allowed to dye his hair at such a young age. He was confident with the threads. Once he proved to her that he enjoyed spinning thread, he was given his own distaff for his birthday.

Years passed, every day he spun thread using that distaff. Eventually, Tokushi came about. Tamsy was not surprised. He saw it as his calling. He always knew he was special. Walking home after training with his vital instrument, he decided to stop at the library and research how to strengthen himself as a giver. He was browsing the shelves when he stumbled upon the watchman book. It mentioned how people could turn objects into weapons with enough care, just what he needed. He went to check it out, which is where a man (regto) warned him that the book was his, that it drove people crazy and that it shouldn’t have been on the shelves. He tried to take the book from Tamsy, who then attempted to attack him with tokushi. Blinded by rage, not only was regto assaulted, but so was the entire library. Being that he was young at the time, he wasn’t used to using it, and he was easily overcome by the other apostles. They cared not for his standing, and sent him to the pit. His mother pleaded for his release, lashing out on the guards, and got herself sentenced with him. In his final moments on the sphere, hanging from the cliff, he spotted a poor child digging in the trash. He was about to call attention to him, but when he noticed his gloves, he stayed shut. The boy stopped to watch him be sent away. He seemed angry. During the drop, Tamsy tried to protect his mother, but only he survived the fall. The watchman came to him in a dream that night, telling him to get the book for himself and he would grant him amazing power. For years he trained tokushi until one day, he learned to use his thread to weave wings and fly.

When he finally returned to the sphere, he knew who to find. The boy with the watchman gloves.

Off script, we can infer:

regto dies

amo meets the angel

Exhibition

Ever since that day he realized there was always something inside of him. A ‘light’. A version of himself he sought to become one day. The person his mother always wanted him to be: his true, divine self.

But he couldn’t quite be that, just yet. He still needed to blend in. Just a little bit longer.

During the battle at the desert tower, he saw how much rudo took a liking to amo. He didn’t hesitate and captured her, keeping her balled up in his threads for hours until he could slip away from the cleaners to deal with her properly.

When amo is captured, she has flashbacks to mister and her childhood.

Tamsy comes back to the cellar to chain her up, greeting her with a “hello, love.” She recognizes his scent and voice just slightly, surprised she hadn’t earlier.

“You… you punched mister. You’re the angel! You made amo realize mister’s boots belonged to her… and that maybe mister wasn’t so good to amo… so why are you acting like mister now?!”

Tamsy pretends like he doesn’t know what she means.

“You spoke to amo that day. You told her to give her boots lots of love! The way you said the word love just now reminded her of that day!”

Tamsy’s smile lingers as he leans on the cellar, faint rock music playing from the phone in his pocket.

“Don’t call me angel.”

It's clear that the word excites him in some way.

He opens the cellar and unchains amo. Of course, she tries to run, but he snatches her up with tokushi

“Ah ah ahh… who said you could leave? You just got here. C’mon, stay a while.”

Amo struggles, yada yada we know how his threads work so she's in pain…

“I advise against that. Haven’t you learned from last time?

He walks closer. “Do you even listen, girl?

“Amo doesn’t listen to meanies like you! Amo just wants to be free… please… she just wants to be free…she wants the pain to go away.”

“Well I can’t do that, but I can take your mind off things.” He snickers. “I really don’t mean any harm, you know? I’m just trying to keep you safe. Who knows who might eat you up out in no man's land…”

He grabs her chin and forces her to look at him.

More flashbacks ensue. Because it’s amo, it feels relaxing

“I can make you feel loved, just for a moment. Only if you promise to be good.”

“...Amo promises. Amo wants love… she just wants love…”

“Alright then… I suppose what's about to happen might prove to be a rather useful tool for me to keep in my pocket…”

Amo continued sobbing

“I was right… she does have an issue with listening.”

Climax

He plays with her, whispers sweet nothings he doesn’t mean in the slightest. He even pauses to untie her corset piercings and re-do them tighter. When he leaves, she’s tired and thanking him, telling him he’s better than mister, before falling asleep. Obviously it was a haze.

Amo was sitting in a weeping ‘w’ position. Tamsy kneeled in front of her, sneaking his scarred hands beneath her arms to hoist her onto her knees. He worked a finger under her knickers, dragging them down against her pierced skin.

“I see we have something in common. How nice is that, right? I remember getting my labret pierced. It’s such a fun ritual, is it not? I bet yours was painful…”

As the panties passed her corset jewelry, one of the knots came undone. Tamsy frowned.

Amo sniffed. The familiar feeling of a man undressing her brought her warmth, in spite of who was doing the undressing.

“Amo’s piercings hurt a lot. But now she loves them–”

Tamsy yanked on the ribbon, pulling the skin of her thighs along with it. She yelped. He only pulled tighter.

“That hurts… you’re hurting amo…” she sobbed

“I know I am, dear. Just bear with it a bit longer. Don’t you want to look pretty for this?

“Mister never cared.”

“Mister has no taste.”

And with that, he fastened the knot in place. Amo looked down and smiled. Perhaps she was coming down with a case of Stockholm Syndrome already.

She looked down at him with heavy eyes, much calmer than before. He inched closer. Between her legs was now bare, bound and forced to welcome him; a slow and steady puppy lick.

amo shook, the threads quivering with her oh so slightly. mister had never done that before.

the cold metal ball on his chin mingled with her warmth.

when they get down to it, tamsy is rough. he’s cooped up in his own threads with her, though he isn’t bound in the slightest. he’s got sort of a hammock situation going on for himself. he may even use that extra bounce to his advantage…his tone doesn’t match his pace, however. he’s always kind, gentle and composed whereas:

amo screams at every touch, so he instructs her to bite down on the ropes that hold her, or else he will stop.

he talks her through the entire thing. it’s comforting to her, and he notices, so sometimes he lies to stir the pot and keep her on her toes.

“nice and slow now, that’s it”

all the while he speeds up, enjoying the feeling of her body tensing up in his arms

When he arrives back at HQ, he ties his hair back up. Upon looking in the mirror he notices a tear creeping up from behind his lashes. It confuses him. He sees a flash of his mother begging the apostles to let him go, and his brain seems to be comparing that to amo’s pleas.

“Amo, dear. Perhaps you’re more dangerous than I thought.”

“Oh well. I suppose making mistakes is part of being human.”

Res

Back in the cellar, amo tugs on her chains again. She has no recollection of what happened (thanks to the watchman book).

“Amo wishes she could fight back…A good mommy would have taught Amo how to fight for herself before giving her away…”

“...ₘₐybₑ ₐₘₒ dᵢdₙ’ₜ ₕₐᵥₑ ₛᵤcₕ ₐ gₒₒd ₘₒₘₘy ₐfₜₑᵣ ₐₗₗ.”

end.

Goals below

Main emotions: depression, fear, yearning, confusion// nonchalance, hunger, boredom, excitement

Themes: Feeling stuck. Afraid of the future. Hopelessness. Anger at one’s self and one’s parents. BPD.//Self perceived divine intervention. Control. Split personality disorder. Hedonism. Jealousy.

Should i at least try to continue? >.<

#gachiakuta #tamsy caines #amo empool #drafts

mistyiosea

Amethio is seriously the best pokemon character ever created. besides maybe Alain it's so refreshing having a conflicted morally ambiguous character in this series. he's so well written & so far has been perfect. I love how he resembles a knight or a prince with how formal he is, it's such a nice detail that shows he was never meant to be a villain.

he deeply cares about his Ceruledge & Corviknight more than anything & has so much respect for them. his relationship in particular with Ceruledge is wonderful.

baby Amethio & little Charcadet are so precious!

it's also very apparent he cares about & appreciates his companions Zirc & Onia, they obviously mean a lot to him. they were still loyal to him after he was removed from missions, & they were so adamant about staying by his side when he wanted to go off on his own after Laqua. it's so obvious how much they admire & adore him, & he really treats them like family. I also love their dynamic of him being so serious & them just being so goofy all the time.

his relationship with Liko is so compelling.they're first interactions were absolutely intriguing. my favorite episode is the one with them trapped in the cave together. Liko was so kind to him, & Amethio was so sympathetic to her situation when it came to terrastilization, because he knows what it's like to feel like you're not good or strong enough. I love how they sat down & just talked to each other to find understanding, & it made me so happy when Liko reached out to him & expressed that he's clearly not like the explorers, & he could team up with the RVTs. they were brought together by 100 years of destiny, on journeys passed down to them by their grandparents. starting off as enemies fighting each other to friends fighting with each other. I really want their relationship to be developed more. I would love to see them fall in love but I don't think especially when they're more apart than they are together. I don't think the writers will go through with it.

I also really need to learn more about his mother. she was so beautiful & so obviously loved him more than anything. it's so awful that she passed when he was so young & didn't get to have more time with her. I hope he gets to meet her in the crystal pool.

I'm honestly kinda disappointed with what was done with him in the mega voltage arc. he was present in only three episodes & didn't really do much. you can't make an amazing character like this only to just sideline him. if he has barely any screentime then he has no time to fully develop. I want to see him find more of Zygarde's cells, I want to see him join the rising volt tacklers, reunite with Zirc & Onia, deepen his relationship with Liko, take down Spinel & Exceed. give him more time & stuff to do please.

I just love him so much.

kashmimo

Soulsilvershipping as Zoeystery

cribabylulu

I ADOREEEE! I thought i was the only one crossing these franchises im crying!!

yasii3

DEFINITELY SPOILERS FOR EP 104!!!! LOTS OF THOUGHTS

MY BABYYYYYYY

He smiled so many times this episode (Ceruledge - Ceruledge - Liko, Zirc, Onia)

And of course, like everyone thought, we got the cave scene but mirrored

When Ceruledge and Charcadet battled, and it really showed Amethio’s black and white thinking, on 1 the battle: “there’s no point, I’m gonna win, Ceruledge is stronger” (which he was right, he did win, but still)(also not exact words) and 2 about the whole Spinel situation: “there’s nothing I can do”

I’m really glad Liko managed to convince him otherwise

I also kind of wish they hugged and/or amethio smiled at just her but you know beggars can’t be choosers

Hamber crying when he found out Amethio was alive broke me they are so father son(get out of here Crave I still don’t like you)

Also his mom’s name is Maria… she sounded so sweet in the episode I hope we get more flashbacks of her

Horizons throwing us Ameliko shippers a bone(thank you horizons)

Even platonically you gotta admit that’s sweet

Also just want to mentioned I take it back from one of my previous posts he doesn’t actually look that bulky in the show they did a good job I am actually really pleased with his design<33

T-SHIRT AME NEXT EPISODE!!! Very excited for the beach ep (anyone notice in his timeskip he doesn’t have his gloves?? Where did they go bro)(not complaining tho)

I saw this summary on Twitter and from the looks of it, the cave and the beach are at the same place(would make sense why Ludlow is there) so I hope he joins them for some beach activities, or at least eats with Liko and gang

I’ll make a separate post about next ep though just wanted to lightly touch on it here since it’s amethio-related

Man oh man, it’s glad to have Ame back, and from the looks of it, if things continue like they’re gonna next ep, we’ll have a little snippet of what he’s doing at the end of each episode like how it was in season 1

YAYYYYYY

I hope he gets one of these lil' bastards X)

I can totally see him with a Pecharunt.

Also mind the outfit, I accidentally let my KPDH obsession bleed into this....

#amethio #pokemon #pokemon fanart #pecharunt #kpop demon hunters #crossoverkinda #my art

I have never seen anyone try to draw her face?!

SO i did...

#lies of p #fanart digital #black rabbit brotherhood

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