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The forest is alive with magic. Colours and shapes that many don’t even know exist bloom like clouds and smoke all around you, reaching out of trees and swirling through flowers. Like spiritual pollen, each wisp of whimsy you walk through cling around your form. But, you’re following one specific trail.
It’s a deep colour, that tastes bittersweet on your tongue. Something like an indigo merging with wine red, with flicks of white and gold. It’s familiar. He’s basking under a tree, in a clearing of the forest. The magic here sits like fireflies, a fog hovering over the grass and moving in liquid motions, swaying back and forth. It’s quiet, calming. There’s already a little smile coming across his face when you cross the distance to reach him, you can see it beneath his hat with its bright feather that extends out the back of it. It begins green, and blends into a vibrant peachy-salmon colour.
It shivers in the wind, as you finally come to a stop at his feet. “You found me.” He says, coyly, lifting his face to gaze up at you with those irresistible eyes, flickering with that boundless expensive colour they are. Like a grape from the palace, one thats grown in rich sunlight with endless air, caressed by the gods of wind and sun. You lower beside him, huffing softly, “I’m surprised I did. You love to disappear.” His expression changes, and he grabs his hat, bringing it to his lap. “It’s in my nature, sweetness. They do call me the wandering magician.”
Your eyes could roll to the back of your head, but you can’t control the little smile that spreads over your lips. He leans up, catching your jaw and pulling you in. He breathes in your smell, nose bumping against yours. His aura mingles with yours, he lets the feel of your magic, warm like fire but languid like water, slip over him. He shudders, just slightly, before leaning back. Ever the tease.
Your chest is rising and falling faster than it was before, cheeks flush with some kind of crimson colour. You resist the urge to chase after him, just leaning back against the tree. “You frustrate me to no end, Asra.” You hum, running your thumb over your rings, cooling yourself with the crystals across your knuckles. He laughs breathlessly, “Did you want something..?” He asks, turning his head. That stunning jawline of his catches the sun, streaming down through the canopy overhead, and it makes you want to pounce. You resist, again.
“I’m not sure what I want.” You reply, a little coldly, before looking at him. There’s something like pain in those beautiful eyes he has, shining now like gemstones. It makes you feel warmer than it should, knowing your words sting just a bit. It spurs you forward, and you catch his lips. He breathes in quickly, catching you against his body as it falls back onto the grass. He cages your hips between his thighs as you kiss him fervently. You’ve needed this. Needed him, but somehow, he’s never there when you need him.
His hands circle your waist, fingers dipping dangerously, ever-impatient. His mouth opens against yours, and a sound like heaven drips from him as you push your hips forward, meshing your bodies together. He brings one slim hand up to push into your hair, pulling at it just slightly. A warning, maybe, or perhaps an invitation. You hope it’s the latter as your tongue snakes out, and past his olive-coloured lips. His hips twitch and lift into you, and you can feel his need dripping from his skin.
You pull away abruptly, staring down at him. He’s such a mess, pathetic beneath you with his messied fluffy locks, and that disarming look on his face. You turn away, groaning softly. “What am I doing?” You ask yourself, going to stand. But he grabs your wrist, a little ‘no’ falling out of him. So needy. When you look back at him, he’s chewing at his lip with berry-coloured cheeks. “Let me make it up to you, my love.”
He makes you so weak, you feel it in your knees, and your attempt to stand is foiled successfully as he runs his hands beneath your calves, and up to the backs of your knee. He tugs you down a little, your lower half against the ground. He pushes up your skirt and drapery, tilting his head. “..You came all the way out here to find me, without any underclothing?” He whispers, slightly cold finger tips spreading you apart. You feel his breath against your sweetness, and everything else melts away. “Naughty girl.. here I was thinkin’ you were all sweet.” He tuts a little, staring at your pussy like he’s trying to memorise every detail. He only snaps back into reality when a whine comes from deep in your throat.
A breathless chuckle is all you hear before you feel that velvet tongue he has against you. It licks a stripe all the way up, before his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks at it feverishly, and your head leans back, bumping against the wood of the tree that stands tall behind you. He practically moans at your taste, grabbing desperately at your thighs til his fingers dent in the skin. His lips work a whole different kind of magic, and you can see his hips occasionally buck against the floor.
He runs one hand down your thigh, underneath your leg to grab your ankle and lift your leg, as the other stays slightly curled over his shoulder. He eats you like a man starved, you can feel his drool running down the curve of your rear, puddling on the grass beneath. Your sounds rise throughout the forest, disturbing the air around you as pretty rose-coloured spirals emerge out of your aura.
He keeps you there, teetering on the edge for what feels like hours, getting you close and then leaning back to look at you. When he looks he uses his thumb to rub sickeningly slow circles into your clit, occasionally dipping in a finger to taste you on his tongue again. Then he dives back in, lifting you off the ground and making you keen into the darkening sky. It’s painted with beautiful cherubic colours as you stretch your legs out and shudder against his lips and the forest floor.
You finally come back down, and he’s holding you close, his forehead against yours. That devious thumb of his still pulling out little aftershocks as you twitch and writhe against his body. His shirt is falling down his shoulder, and you can feel him against your hip, twitching in his pants. His hair is messy and the lower half of his face glitters in the dimming light, covered in your sweetness and his own drool. “Always forget how good it feels to watch you like that.” He whispers, and you feel frail in his arms. He doesn’t speak much more, just looking at you, and eventually you take it upon yourself to reach down, and dip your fingers beneath his brown slacks, and find him.
He’s so close to your ear that you hear the sharp gasp he makes, and then the soft curse as you start to coax him out. “..You really think I’m happy with just.. that?” You purr a little, and he leans back and up to look down at you, messied and enchanting beneath him. Your legs pull him forward, and he slides against your already slick pussy, up and down, teasing at your clit with his pretty, silky tip. Then you adjust, and when he slides his hips forward again, his cock pushes inside.
You both let out a sigh, as he pushes in to the hilt, before collapsing against you with a pretty noise. “Oh, flower. Feels so, so good.” He mumbles, hips twitching as you adjust to the feel of him inside you. It’s like a soft pressure, a sweet one, and his pelvis with the soft white curls that trail from his belly-button downwards tickle at your clit. You’re already spent from him pulling an orgasm from you mere moments ago, so he takes the chance to kiss you again.
The two of you just lay there for a delicious couple of minutes, attached at your most intimate points, lips moving together and tongues overlapping one another. Little gasps of air are occasional, it’s too good to care about breathing. At some point, his hips start to move. They pull back, and then come forward. In, and out, and in, and out. He pulls all the way back til his cock teases its way out of you, before sinking all the way back in. His hand returns, thumb applying sweet pressure to your clit that pulls you deeper into the bottomless pleasure you’re both in. He’s making the most wonderful sounds, absolutely lost in the feel of you.
Forehead to forehead now, his jaw is agape as he fucks into you with tenderness that makes your chest ache. He begins to speed up, his thumb following suit as he comes undone inside you, kindly helping you follow along. He draws it out of you and it comes back down to hit you hard. Your head tilts back as you let out a pretty shriek of absolute ecstasy. He’s mumbling something about love as you feel him spill deep into you, warming you as your legs hang uselessly at his sides. His lips press to your forehead in something that feels like more than passion, before he leans back to stare into your eyes with something that looks like solemness.
You won’t have him like this for a long time after this, just as he won’t have you. It feels like a disease, the realisation, spreading from the warmth between your thighs to your heart. He wipes at your tears, shaking his head. He holds you there throughout the night, and when you wake in the morning, he’s getting ready to leave.
Maybe he was ready to leave yesterday. He always seems ready to leave, really. He had the courtesy to make you some tea, and maybe he’ll walk you through the market and buy you a loaf of pumpkin bread after this. Then he’ll be gone again, and you won’t see him for a long time.
The sky is dim with clouds, and hues of somber blue stretch over it. Even the magic of the forest is filled with dreary and morose colours, reflecting the feeling embedded in your chest. He kisses you softly, running his thumb over your lips when he pulls away, as if to wipe away the feelings that threaten to come spilling out. Then, he’s gone, like always.
genuinely if we lose donna i might drop the whole show that's my MOTHER that is my GOAT we CAN'T LOSE DONNA !! THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN FALLS APART WITHOUT HER . JOHN GRIFFIN I SWEAR TO GOD
i’m 2 episodes late but is from a goddamn king in yellow adaptation??? perhaps this is a stretch because destroying a world that doesn’t exist is on the brain but!???
warnings: minor spoilers for the manga/anime, discussions of amo's trauma (pdfilia, csa)
i'm kind of sick of seeing people pretend like gachiakuta is the perfect newgen manga / anime and has absolutely no flaws. here are my 2c:
gachiakuta DOES have moments that can be considered fanservice, ESPECIALLY in the anime. and it also DOES portray minors in a questionable lens at certain times !!
a lot of gachitok (nightmarish place, never go there) are trying to paint gachiakuta like it's absolutely perfect, with no fanservice, no unnecessary nudity, etc.
yes, amo is traumatised and due to being 'raised' by mister, she never got new clothes. her dress we see her in is the same dress she was sold in when she was around 5-6 years old. it's torn in the middle, likely because it was ripped open / tore in the middle as she grew out of it. but, that does not change the fact that the animators are creating all kinds of insane angles to show off more of her body. we have a shot from between her thighs, the shot where enjin takes her boots is changed so we can see her from behind. there are several uncomfortably angled scenes that were adapted and changed from the manga just so we could see more. this is less a problem with kei urana and more a problem with the japanese anime industry and what it normalises.
we have to keep in mind, kei urana and the editors of gachiakuta are still working in an industry that has existed for (depending on when you think anime was created) over a century! therefore it is entirely unsurprising that they're still weak in spots like this : exploiting the bodies of women, or girls, in order to 'appeal' to certain audiences.
another thing, just because kei urana is a non-male mangaka, doesn't exclude her from the issues within the industry. i forget the specific chapter, but one of the title panels is riyo (who is, sixteen years of age) showering, fully nude. what did this add to the plot? absolutely nothing. so why was it there? what other reason then fan service would it be there for?
this is just my frustrated ramblings because i am so tired of new gachifans trying to portray it as the perfect dreamy manga/anime series with absolutely no flaws. it's not just fashion decisions, and backstory relevance, there is absolutely fan service in gachiakuta, and the mangaka being non-male doesn't take away from that. it's not suddenly okay because a non-male is drawing the minors in suggestive positions or even fully nude because the intention is still there : the angles, the nude panels, that one entire chapter of riyo on rudo's bed with the zoomed up shots of her legs, exist to appeal to specific audiences.
i'm not saying gachiakuta is as bad with fan service as like one piece or dr. stone, but i'm saying it's not devoid of it either.
(EDITED 02/10/25 - from the subtitle 'The Man Of Lost Dreams' onwards)
Long Read (+15 mins)
So the burning question every Gachiakuta reader has with this evil axolotl is simple: Why did Tamsy do it?
To start answering that question here is a volume 13 extra of Tamsy creeping on Regto. I am including this here for the reason that I believe the murder may have happened due to envy.
To get into why is what this post is about. Let's start with Tamsy's role he presents to the world, and the infinite lies he tells himself. This will help us to understand his inner workings, and in dissecting his nature we can come to a rough conclusion on what exactly is motivating his character.
Without further ado, let's begin:
Cain, Brother of Abel
I will repeat what I said in one of my last posts:
Cain is the brother of Abel in the bible, who killed him out of Jealousy.
God favoured Abel's sacrifice. But did not accept Cains'. In Islam (also has this story) the reason is as follows = because he didn't give him the best of his offerings, but Abel did.
Caines = His last name clearly is inspired by this character. Straight out the gate, the connection to envy and brotherhood is present.
Now the next question we can ask is the following, if Tamsy is modelled after this character, and his motivating influence is envy, from where did this envy come from?
That is what we will explore in the following sections:
Envy Vs Jealousy - and How Follo is a foil for his character arc
Envy and Jealousy, despite having similar meanings are at its roots not the same. We shall clarify the differences here:
Jealousy is wishing to have the blessings of another - for example an artist seeing great artwork from another, and wishing to have their same ability. Envy however is the desire to steal or destroy the blessings of another.
Follo in this manga is set up as the foil to Tamsy's character arc to illustrate to us the difference between these two concepts - and the two common ways to handle this common human emotion.
In Follo's character arc, he wished he had the powers and abilities of a giver like Rudo did. He had the foundation to be a giver, but lacked enough anima to tip into the threshold of being a giver.
This eventually tipped over into a full blown argument/fight with Rudo, but thanks to this open conflict (no longer bottling up his feelings), Rudo's presence pushed him into become a better person and to grow out of that immaturity. Follo was formerly jealous of Rudo, but found a healthy outlet of his desires.
Tamsy on the other hand feels envy. Envy is NOT just about wanting what the other wants - envy is the desire to destroy those blessings.
Instead of communicating openly about his weaknesses, fears or hurt like Follo did, he would much prefer to hide and let his desires of taking another person's blessings fester, to not have to think too deeply about whatever he is truly feeling.
Tamsy also has a massive aversion to the entire character arc of Follo, seeing it as sappy and 'not what he's looking for' - because its power in destruction, not growth that he seeks:
Now let's dissect the kinds of environments / behaviours that has allowed this envy to fester:
Tamsy in a Supporter Role
Tamsy always seems to have a support role, and in doing so developed a support-type power, perfect for restraining others. This seems to be related to his original role as a support character for Regto, perhaps in their joint spy/government/assassin missions together [Theory].
The way he says 'it's handy to have a support type', and this is purely based on the vibe of it, but like its something he initially didn't really want to develop, but now he has he's grateful for its usefulness in playing his role - and gaining the trust and evading the suspicion of others.
Additionally the anime made it clearer to me he actually has TWO eye colours, the blue being his 'supporter' power - and the pink something else. This further hints that he may be hiding his real power.
I do not think Tamsy likes being in this secondary role, or ignored. But he does what he needs to do to increase his social mobility in the world and not get in trouble, to create maximum damage. But because he plays this role so well nobody actually knows his true nature, or sees him for who he actually is.
Tamsy's surface persona seems to be the perfect disguise for him - a kind, helpful and supportive individual that everyone can rely on and trust. He enjoys presenting this lie to others.
Totally contrasting his whimsical nature, the Tamsy we see on the inside is childish, immature, resentful, petty and delights in the suffering of others - especially in the destruction of other people's blessings.
Tamsy the Master of Presentation
Just like a radio station, Tamsy can switch from one persona to the next really well. He has mastered the art of managing his persona, allocating one outlet for one set of emotions, and another for another set, depending on the room he is in.
However this dualism is a double edged sword - the distance he has created from others means there's no one present to hold him accountable for his wrongdoings in his life and correct his behaviours, specifically the forms of OUTLETS he has chosen for his most destructive emotions.
Hiding toxic emotions doesn't mean they disappear. And indeed overtime Tamsy's envy festered until they fully boiled over - and the results are truly tragic.
It's the outlet of destructive envy Tamsy has chosen that shaped the role he has chosen for himself in this story: To use Regto's life as a tool to incite Rudo (and simultanously take his anger out on the one who never treated him like he treated Rudo).
The tragedy in Tamsy's character is his failure to face himself - and on top of that burning every bridge imaginable to the point of no return to cope with his fears and excessive desires. His coping mechanism was not just terrible, it is truly tragic.
He is an example of failed growth, failed development and a lesson with how not to deal with toxic emotions and trauma.
Tamsy's Possible Background / Origins
Now here's where we get into abstract theory valley, involving the family lineage and origin story of Tamsy which many online have said might exist due to the 'canine' similar last name of Tamsy and Rudo - (and yes this is likely to be proven wrong in the near future, do keep that in mind):
It is likely there is a blood relation of some sorts between Tamsy and Rudo or their family trees, but for circumstances unknown they were seperated into two different worlds.
Tamsy probably (in the sphere) had to be in a restrictive upper class environment where he could not express himself as he wanted, perhaps doing some dirty work, like being a spy or assassin - never having the freedom he would have liked to be a kid, (which he sheds when his hair is down, is alone or not on the sphere).
As his last name suggests he's most likely a government lapdog. (And perhaps so is Regto, but he's more assigned to 'monitor' Rudo and pretend to be a tribefolk [but he did genuinely care for Rudo])
Rudo however was in a freer environment with less social obligations, allowed to 'find his passion'. On top of that Rudo got the care from Regto that Tamsy lacked.
To eventually finding his passion:
Tamsy has for a long time watched Rudo be free and gain the 'love' he lacked while he himself was treated like a tool and never allowed to express his true nature/desires due to his restrictive and possibly abusive background [The very fact he's a watchman user means he has experienced extreme trauma at some point].
To cope with his extreme trauma, hurt and the deep resentment and rage he feels from this - Tamsy has decided to channel his emotions towards a false sense of 'duty', by convincing himself he needs to turn Rudo into a vital instrument.
This 'goal' is as Tamsy exclaims is his higher calling in life:
People have misunderstood me my whole life. But the person I am now harbours no anger or resentment. I have something stronger than those emotions. Something more right than anything else. Something that will trail after me for eternity. Rudo. . .it was beautiful wasn't it? What I did. My act. . .of love.
— Tamsy, Chapter 110
But in reality this 'love' or what it actually is: destructive envy is what he uses to distract himself from his own emotions.
The idea of 'love' of which he gained from Regto has been twisted to soften the blow on his conscience, the severity of what he is trying to do.
Oh and btw, rest assured he has deluded himself so much into thinking what he is doing is right and has been desensitised from violence and socialising honestly for so long that he is indeed ok with killing another human being to meet his end goal.
Disguising envy with duty
At first I took Tamsy's commentary at face value - that he desires to turn Rudo into a world destroying vital instrument, and destroy the sphere. Seen here:
But the more I dove into this theory, the more it didn't make sense, because it seems to me he works for the sphere and specifically seeking Rudo for this seems a bit off. And then it hit me - he is lying to himself as well. (Which is exactly what he calls himself!)
Tamsy doesn't truly give a damn about turning Rudo into a vital instrument. Not at all.
Tamsy IS however envious of Rudo for gaining the blessings he wished to have - and to feel better about the pain he feels of the lack he's had in his life - he wants to destroy what reminds him of what he lacks. This is classic behaviour of envious people, who are very destructive if left unchecked.
Tamsy SAYS he wants to turn him into a vital instrument. In truth he desires Rudo to feel the same hurt and pain that he does, because that is easier than dealing with the anger and resentment he feels within, or actually doing the inner work required to be a better person. Instead he has taken the worst route, projecting out his own desires (of wanting to have a normal brother relationship, to be seen and heard) towards Rudo in a twisted manner.
He has also specifically chosen Rudo as the target for his evil eye because Rudo has been treated affectionally by Regto and been allowed to have the freedom that is not present in his relationship with Regto (most likely because they are both agents who don't have control of their lives).
Regto and Tamsy. . .
VS Regto and Rudo. . .
It is possible that he secretly yearned this and a relationship of brotherhood with Rudo, and Father with Regto(?) but was barred from ever having that. The desire was a normal one, but it became corrupted and buried overtime.
The goal to turn him into a vital instrument is actually Tamsy's own personal distraction he has towards his own emotions of loneliness, resentment and anger he has from the betrayal he experienced at a young age. Yes, due to the deep emotions and long history Tamsy has with him, he is able to do this with Rudo (a lot of concentrated anima) - but this goal is not truly his goal.
It is a lot easier to deal with the pain of betrayal if you watch others burn. Then you won't feel the fire within. < This is the approach Tamsy has taken to the hate he feels within from those who have betrayed him.
This 'bond' is actually projection (emotional dumping), the 'love' envy, the 'care' trauma. This is all him trying to justify his own immoral behaviours - because if he realises what he actually feels, or the depth of the 'betrayal' he may have experienced in the past - he will quite literally break.
So we shouldn't take him at face value, because he's not even being honest with himself, in constrast to Follo when faced with this challenge:
Running Away from the Mirror
Now I am going to do something strange here and insert a very similar character from a franchise called 'The Amazing Digital Circus' called Jax (do check it out, it's well made for a cartoon). [Spoilers for TADC- Scroll below to red writing if you want to avoid]
Jax (a purple bunny guy) is trapped in an digital world run by some annoying teeth magician dude called Caines (ok same name as Tamsy, very weird coincidence here, moving on👀) with some other characters. And his coping mechanism is extreme sarcasm, being a total edgelord and the last one: pretending the entire world is a video game (sounding familar huh?).
But the deeper we dig into his character the more we learn he's actually scared to get close to others because one of his friends 'abstracted' (that world's definition of losing their sanity = death). And he doesn't want that to happen again, so creates a giant emotional wall around him of assholery and cynicism, which disguises the real emotions he feels within.
He also has great attachment phobia, recoiling the moment Pomni (main character) tries to hug him. The concept of closeness absolutely terrifies him, so he immediately throws a front of 'treating people like tools' to mask the fear within.
This, my friends, is EXACTLY what Tamsy is doing.
[Spoilers ends]
On the surface, they are charming, and stable - or cynical or comical.
Underneath they are a scared and deeply traumatised miserable mess. And to hide this vulnerability they use rage and violence as a mask to distract themselves, from themselves (and trauma). This is the height of male immaturity really - using rage and destruction to mask sorrow and attachment issues.
We have to really assume then that Tamsy's childishness is a character development failing, and that the milestones of inner development to become a more mature person has never happened for him. This is why his inner persona is extremely childish and petty, a case of arrested development because he has never grown.
It could not have happened since the environment he grew up in of survival actively encouraged the hiding of one's true desires, or conflict resolution.
Tamsy is what would happen if Follo chose the destructive route for his emotions. If Follo failed to grow.
Rudo in the Future with Tamsy
Eventually Rudo will find out what he did, and plan to beat the crap out of him, but he might be too late to stop Tamsy's second murder [could end up being Tomme - I sure do hope not]. But I think we actually have to remember the biggest trait of Rudo here - he's able to turn supposed 'trash', people and things almost lbeyond saving, who are broken into treasures - or at the very least let them fulfill their true potential/desires.
Is it possible a murderer can have a redemption arc? Well even in gachiakuta there's limits to this (the human traffickers for example have zero room for a redemption arc - too far gone). What I can say for now is he definitely needs to be arrested and locked away and finally held to account. But having a moment of clarity, and space to for the first time ever be reprimanded and told what he was never told in his life - is probably where his character arc is going.
The true Tamsy is most likely going to be dragged out into the sunlight, and be a really ugly reveal. But unlike let's say Light Yagami he's probably going to have a moment where he can at the very least recognise that he messed up (or he might just stand 10 toes in his villany and really crash and burn. We shall have to wait and see).
It's not going to be glorified or celebrated (hopefully). And his evil behaviours won't be justified. It will most likely be a simple flashback showing us how the world can make a potential 'Naruto' into an Obito, and then lament at the lost potential that could have been (sorry for that Naruto reference, closest thing I could think of).
I also think that Tamsy probably didn't know how to connect with others properly as a side-effect of 'lying' for so long. So a second tragedy is his inability to properly communicate his desires, preferring mind games and dealing with others deceptively rather than being straight and honest in his presentation. As a result what could have been 'becoming friends/brothers with Rudo' can now never be.
The Man of Lost Dreams
I do believe the theme of Envy is the most prominent theme with Tamsy Caines. But not just envy: The cost of envy, which is lost and broken dreams.
Tamsy COULD HAVE gone down Follo's route of 'facing himself' in order to grow. He COULD HAVE been honest with his desires to want what Rudo wants, and then get it in a healthy manner.
Tamsy is all about what COULD HAVE BEEN, but now no longer is, because he's chosen to burn everything and everyone around him to feel the warmth that the 'village' (the sphere) failed to give him.
He has been seduced by the call of freedom and relief that projective envy offers - and has therefore willngly chosen to walk down the path of vengence and destruction. And as a result all the things he deeply desired (a relationship with Regto, Rudo, different more free lifestyle) can never truly be.
This 'burning' envy is his coping mechanism. What he says his "greater than his resentment and anger". His (terrible) way of dealing with trauma and anger - and the results are truly catastrophic.
I think Urana's goal here is to dissect the worst of toxic masculinity and communication problems in his character (which is glorifed by the shounen manga community) and dissected for the toxic and harmful behaviours it actually is, and how isolating and destructive it can actually be.
The Seducing Cult of Toxic Masculinity + A Way Out
Now here's some social parallels I've also noticed with this character in general, which is really hard to ignore in 2025:
This 'toxic masculinity' that Tamsy embodies (no matter the origins) can be compared to the characters created from the incel and redpill cultures that is spreading very quickly in our world, which promises a quick and easy solution to male misery + loneliness through toxic 'quick solutions' - leading to a rise in destructive male rage and femicides - which is only now being taken for the serious problem that it actually is.
Rudo seems to be Urana's answer to such glorified male edgelord characters:
Instead of entitlement he displays humility.
Instead of thinking he's always right he displays remorse.
Instead of projecting every fault he introspects his shortcomings.
Instead of treating others like objects, he treats even literal trash with love.
The Best thing about Gachiakuta is that Urana unlike many other mangaka and mediums is actively NOT GLORIFYING apathy or destructive tendencies common among younger boys/men, or demonising or hiding them (remember that Amo punching scene?). Urana takes an approach to actively showing through her main characters Rudo and even Follo that there is a way out to Male Misery and unfulfillment through creative passions and honest open communication with others.
Conclusion
Rudo's ability to introspect, channel their energies creatively and put his ego down is a model for a better way for men/boys to grow.
I think its actually effective because most guys I see reading this manga hate Tamsy, its not like fanboys of joker or light yagami at all - they in no way shape or form aspire to be like him. Which is refreshing as there's too many 'villianous' or 'edgy' characters out there consumed by men and boys which intentionally (or unintentionally) is glorifed by the 'edgier' crowd, so to speak.
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Now this was truly a hard write up, because Tamsy's own presentation is deceptive, so I believed in the surface for a bit. But doing that with Tamsy I've realised is not how you dissect his character. He is, in his own words, as he said 'A liar' after all (or maybe that's a lie too? Well I'm not going any further into this rabbit hole thanks. I'm done with Tamsy lol).
[Also I find it funny how I unintentionally hyped up Follo this entire write up. Sorry Follo I was unfamiliar with your game!]
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(If I notice any mistakes/contradictions, I'll deal with it after rest. Tamsy got me writing essays at stupid o'clock 😅🤪)
EDITED 02/10/25 - from the point of 'the man of lost dreams' onwards. Please do re-read to get a better summary of his character
face smooshed into the mattress, ass up in the air, cheeks wet with tears, lips swollen and sore, skin raw and red from the tantalizing abuse inflicted upon it — and, finally, your achy cunt filled with the best fucking cock you’ve ever had the privilege of taking.
“such a fuckin’ slut, baby. look at you, so desperate and wet. ‘s’this what you needed, hm? just needed a good fuckin’ pounding?” enjin’s words are spat with aroused venom, anger from your previous antics still lingering beneath his skin.
between a mouthful of silk sheets and a brain fucked to jelly, you quite literally can’t respond — but you don’t need to. your cunt talks plenty, the wet slurps and squelches telling him everything he needs to know.
“yeah, you did. were bein’ such a fuckin’ brat all day— god, my babygirl jus’ wanted my dick, didn’t she?”
the mixture of degradation and adoration gives your fucked-out brain the most pleasant case of whiplash — he’s always been so good at saying the things that had your cunt clenching over him like a vice. you can faintly hear him hiss when your walls do just that in response to his statement.
and god, the whine you release only spurs him to handle you rougher, the hand tangled in your hair and the one gripping your waist both tightening as he uses the leverage to pull your sloppy cunt back onto his cock, the blunt head slamming into your cervix and pulling a yelp from your lips.
“jus’ don’t know how to fuckin’ ask, oh no. gotta piss me off instead. gotta piss me off so i fuck this pussy the way you really want, yeah? so i can put you in your place?”
your tongue seems to have a mind of its own when it lolls out past your lips, drool slipping down your chin and wetting your skin and the sheets.
your pussy aches, stuffed so full and fucked right into overstimulation, but it feels so fucking good— your head is empty, ravaged only by the sheer dominance he’s asserting over you. you can’t fucking think at all, can only sit there and take his cock over and over, like a limp doll built solely for him to fuck.
“are y’gonna answer me? or do i need to stop so you can actually fuckin’ think, doll?”
enjin’s hips slow, coming to a near complete stop and shooting pure misery up your spine. your fingers grapple against the bed and suddenly your hips have feeling in them again— you rock them back, desperate to feel the slide of his thick cock against your gooey, tender walls.
but he stops you! ugh, fuck him and his strength, fuck his attitude, fuck his glorious, mind-numbing, addicting fucking cock—
“you just have to use your words, baby. tell me; tell me how you want me to fuck you and i promise i’ll do it.” he soothes, as if he can hear your thoughts, or feel your desperate irritation crackling in the air. “c’mon, i know y’can do it.”
you whimper low and swallow hard; your brain feels scrambled, overrun by the desperation, horniness, and neediness in your body— that’s why you’re actually surprised when you manage to eek out a halfway coherent sentence.
“f-fuck me hard, please, hah— god, please, need it hard!”
a low, almost cavernous growl slips past his lips and his hand retreats from your hair; it’s placed around your other hip, and anticipation assaults your belly when he adjusts himself behind you slightly. fuck, you needed it so goddamn bad—
“that’s a good fuckin’ girl.” he croons, hips slapping into yours when he starts to fuck into your cunt with brutal thrusts. they jolt your entire body, and fuck, if he keeps going like this you’re going to cum all over the place —
“now fuckin’ take this dick,” enjin starts, fingers digging into your skin and pulling you back to fuck his cock in time with his thrusts. and almost as an afterthought, he tacks on —
“and don’t go beggin’ me t’stop later — because i won’t until i’ve fucked every last thought out of your pretty fuckin’ head… until all you can think about is how good my cock makes your pretty pussy feel.”
okay you all, i actually got a response back from the tumblr support in they said that my issue was fixed so please if you’re able to see this like it or comment or something, and i’ll try to post another fic or something here to see if it shows up for y’all and in the tags. i appreciate it so much sweet thangs!!!
⟢ mdni, fem.reader, petnames (angel, angelcakes, good girl, hon) mentions of pillow-humping, age-gap (reader is mid 20s & regto is 40-50), edging, reader is a virgin, regto is a little bit mean, fingering, dry-humping, denied orgasm, regto eats u thru ur panties ><, unintentionally dom/sub, lots of kissing srry i love him, kind of corruption kink-y..?
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⟢ a/n: half the shit i write about i've actually never done #borntobefreakyforcedtobevanilla so SORRY if this is buns but i do research some of it >3<
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The air on the Sphere is stagnant, still. It’s always like this up here, especially in the slums. Everything is still, until it isn’t and someone’s being tossed down into the pit. You usually avoid those events though, remaining closer to the upper-class side, trying to maintain some kind of normalcy.
You’re making your way towards Regto’s. You had bumped into him a while back, and since then you’d only been growing closer and closer. He was kind of like a teacher to you, and you were fond of his son, Rudo. He appreciated that about you.
It wasn’t only that part of you he appreciated, though. You had noticed, in the past days, his gaze straying over your soft clothes, tattered by years of wear, the clothes of your mother, and her mother before her. Some days, he’d catch your skirt between his fingers, running his thumb over the fabric with a look of deep concentration.
His gaze made you feel so shy and small. It made you wonder, fantasise, about how he’d look upon seeing you undressed. What he’d do. Night after night you twisted yourself into a mess on your cot, pillow between your thighs, hand over your lips, swollen from how often you bit at them.
Stopping briefly just before the door to his little abode, you take a step back as it flies open, and a small boy runs into you. You manage to catch him, crouching in front of him. “Now, where do you think you’re going in such a rush?” You tilt your head as Rudo looks up at you with big eyes.
He just looks at you, blinking, before you shake your head with a soft laugh. “Just be safe, okay?” He nods, determined, as you step to the side to let him run off into the distance. “Should you really be giving him so much freedom, this early, around here?”
“You say that as if he’d allow me to stop him.” You turn, and he’s staring down at you with his gentle eyes. He reaches out, hand coming to rest on the small of your back. “Come inside; it’s cold today.” He guides you inside, and you feel your voice catch in your throat as he sits you on the couch.
“You’ve altered your clothes.” He notes, as he walks over to the sink, “Your skirt is shorter.” You feel as if you’re swallowing an entire bag of rocks as he looks at you, a small grin passing over his face before it’s gone again.
“Yeah, well – I just thought it was time for a change, seeing as we’re coming towards the warmer seasons. Do you.. not like it?” Your eyes move up as he brings you some water, pressing it into his palm. It’s like he’s taking every chance he has to touch you.
you...
“It’s not about what I like, you know. You’re the one who has to wear it.” He tucks some of your hair behind your ear, smiling a little knowingly. “Unless... you did it for someone? Hopin’ they’d like it?” He sits beside you, a little faraway, but he spreads open his legs so his knees bump against yours.
The majority of your face feels as if it’s burning, and you know he can see it. “Maybe, maybe I did.” Your shoulders jolt up in an attempt at a shrug, and you turn away to sip at some of the water.
"Yeah? And who would you be doing all that for, angel?”
The name makes you shiver, and your eyes shift over to him. He’s looking right at you, with those piercing blue eyes. You can practically feel a puddle forming in your panties, and you shift at the feeling of heat between your thighs.
“Why do you want to know, old man?” You quip back, “I didn’t take you to be some kind of perv, you know.” He grins, laughing as you chew on your lip.
“Then you’re a little more naïve than I took you for.”
That’s all you get before he’s pressing you into the couch, dwarfing you beneath him. One of his hands runs up your thigh, exposed now, as he stares at your face. “You think I didn’t notice you lookin’ at me the way you do? C’mon, honey. I know you’re smarter than that.”
Everything is so warm, and you’re beyond confused. He croons at your expression, lifting his hand to squish at your cheeks, “Maybe not... maybe you’re a dumb little lady. Is that it? Are you my dumb little lady?” You can feel his thigh tense and push up into your cunt.
Shit. “You’re always so sweet, always trying to help out, always sneaking glances. You’re not that slick, or not as slick as you think you are, at least. It’s cute though, I’ll give you that.”
“Re-reegto, I don’t know what you’re talkin’..” He cuts you off, kissing you all soft. It makes you melt, just a tad, because his lips, while slightly chapped, feel so heavenly against your own. You’ve never done anything like this; you haven’t had the chance – all the other boys around here are childish and immature. But Regto – he’s a man, a real man.
And he’s going to prove it too.
You feel one of his hands run over your torso, over your hip, and then back towards your middle. He rests it over your cunny, smirking into the kiss. “Is this where you want me, angel? How naughty of you, huh?”
“Stop, teasin’ me.. you, you know what I want.” You pout, and he coos, “Do I now? And what is that, exactly?” His middle and pointer fingers apply the smallest bit of tantalising pressure on your clit, and you sigh in delight, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Thhis, this is what I want, Regto... I want you, want you to...” You trail off, finding yourself unable to finish your sentence. “Want me to what? Huh, angel? C’mon. Tell me all those filthy thoughts you’ve been keeping inside.”
He rotates his fingers around, light enough that it’s almost painful how much he’s holding back, but enough for you to reach up and wrap your arms around his forearm. You shake your head; he makes you feel so fucking dumb.
“Use your words, or you won’t get a thing from me.”
Your stomach dips, and you whine just a little. “I want you to… make me feel good, Regto… I need you, bad..” You watch his face change from something devious to almost bafflingly gentle. “Yeah, hon? You want me to make this sweet little cunt feel good...? How long have you been waitin’ to tell me that? How long have you been waitin’ for me to do somethin’ like this?” He tilts his head, ghosting his fingers over your ever-sticky entrance.
“Too long, Regto.. ‘m sorry. Please don’t be – please don’t be mad at me..” You bite at your lip, gazing up at him with an expression that makes him feel weak but at the same time has his cock straining against his pants.
“Oh, darling, how could I ever be mad at you? Huh? You’re too sweet.” He leans down to plant another kiss on your lips, shockingly chaste, before he begins to move his fingers in circular motions against your panties. Your head tilts back, resting against the armrest of the couch. He’s so gentle; it’s so gentle it’s dizzying and infuriating at the same time.
Every so often, he presses down harder, drawing his fingers up and down, dipping them just into you, with your panties still clinging to your hips. You’re making a mess of them; you might even have to throw them out afterwards. Your hips follow along with each of his movements, like he’s conducting your body, like he owns it.
With each drag up, your hips lift. Each dip down, they follow. Your back curves up and off the couch as he paints pictures of ecstasy into your pussy, sending them up to your mind. Your mouth remains open, eyes shut, while he renders you frustrated and useless.
“Nn..n’t ennouggh..” You mewl, and he tilts his head, lowering himself, chuckling. “Oh, I’m sorry, angelcakes. Didn’t realise you were so fuckin’ needy.” He presses his lips to your pussy, licking you through your panties. You gasp at the feeling, your legs curling up and resting on his shoulders.
He turns you into a puddle, tucking his thumbs underneath your panties to spread you apart as he eats you through the thin fabric. He traces different patterns and words into your dripping cunt, sending you far beyond the Sphere to somewhere like Heaven. Your voice grows in volume as your chest rises and falls quicker and quicker. You’re fast approaching your finish, one leg straightening out over his back as your hands twist into his hair.
“Fuck, fuck! Please, please, Regto.. needit, need it!” You’re just about to fall into it when he sits up, drool running down his chin as he wipes it clean. You gasp, hips lifting as he draws away before you cry out a little at the sheer disappointment.
He just stares down at you, the panting sweet mess that you are, trying to recollect yourself. You’re so pretty and soft; he couldn’t just let you get what you wanted right away. You had to prove that you need it; not just that, you need to prove you’ll die without it, without him.
You have pretty tears beading in your eyes, threatening to fall as you stare up at him with utter disappointment. “What? Huh? What ‘s it, angelcakes? You mad at me or somethin?”
He chuckles as you nod, reaching forward, “Arms up, please.” He instructs, watching you obey without a second thought. How sweet, how obedient you are. He pulls your dress off, folding it by reflex and resting it beside the two of you on the floor. He runs his hands up and over your skin, staring down at you with the most bruising gaze.
“Beautiful.” He sighs, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as he runs his hands back down to your hips and tugs you up and against his crotch. You whimper a little as he begins to gently rock himself into you, still clothed.
You can feel him through his pants, gliding over your bare cunt, leaning over you as he makes his own gorgeous noises. You swallow, reaching up and around his neck as he thrusts against your pussy, gentle as ever. “Is that good, angel?” He whispers to you as he leans back a little to drag off his shawl, then his shirt, and then the sweater beneath. God, he’s perfect.
Like the rest of the residents in the slum, he’s slightly malnourished, but in the most antique way. He’s built like a sculpture, with moulded hips and a flat stomach. His arms are toned, but he’s delicious all the same. He continues his teasing, rolling himself against you repeatedly till you’re writhing beneath him.
“Cute.” He mutters, leaning down to kiss you again, humming at the feel of your soft lips. You tense as he tugs your panties down, past your knees and off, dropping them haphazardly beside your dress. “You want me to make you feel good, yeah? That’s what you said, right?” He lifts his hand, pressing his fingers to your lips.
“Say ahh..~” You practically purr as you obey, taking his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. You even suck a little too, trying your best to prove yourself to a man clearly far more experienced than you.
He only chuckles, pulling them back out and nodding, “Good girl.” He whispers to you before you feel his fingers pushing into your pussy. Oh.
You run your hands up his chest, closing your eyes as he sinks them inside. Even despite your saliva, it stings just a little. You’ve never done anything like this before; you’ve only heard about it from other girls your age and in a few books you’ve read.
It only takes your soft gasp for Regto to notice, “..Fuck, angel, you haven’t done this before?” He tilts his head, pouting a little. “I’m your first, huh? You haven’t played around with any boys your age?” He grins now, looking more and more devious.
Shifting into the comfort of the couch, feeling your cunt adjust to his fingers, you nod, so shyly. “Mm-mm.. I– I wanted it to be you.”
He tuts, “Naww, honey. That’s so damn cute.”
Regto starts to gently pump his fingers in and out of you, watching keenly as your greedy cunt swallows his digits up, over ‘n over. He’s still rubbing himself against your inner thigh, eyes widening as he begins to move his hand quicker and quicker.
Your head tilts back, mouth falling open as a symphony of honeyed sounds falls past your lips at the feel of him stretching you open, bit by bit. Your syrupy pussy is driving him insane, and he wishes he had the time to make it truly his.
He needed you badly; he wanted to stir up your insides till they made shapes so nasty they didn’t even have a name. He watched, like a wolf stalking a rabbit, as your cunt gushed over his fingers and you lifted your hips, crying out with the most picturesque expression.
Regto scoops you forward, kissing your forehead and guiding you through the bliss. It felt like some kind of baptism, how he held you, how he murmured into your ear, and how he rubbed circles into your back as you turned to putty in his hands.
The cold of the air began to bite at your skin again, and he rubbed at your forearms, kissing your forehead. “That’s my girl. You did such a good job, you know? So perfect, so good.” You feel so tired and slightly sore, but you’re trying to sit up anyway.
“Ah-ah, no, you stay there. I’ve got you, sweet girl.” He runs a hand up your thigh, squeezing it before he picks up your dress and pulls it back over you, fixing it where it’s folded or creased. Half-awake now, you think you see him pocket your panties before kneeling next to you with your long-forgotten glass of water. “Here, honey. Drink somethin’, I’m sure Rudo won’t mind you crashing here tonight.”
He makes you feel like you’re full of butterflies, tilting your head back for you to sip at the water before resting it back down, covering you with a blanket. He kisses your cheek, running his thumb over your jaw till you drift off.
Maybe you should make this a regular occurrence.
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⟢ i hope u enjoy my pretties ! sorry if it's not as great i kept being interrupted to go to lunch + i was playing some DnD with my friends while writing the intro piece !! (ᵕ ´ᗜ`)
I love that we can agree we call him Jinnie, he has terrible pull out game, he adores back shots, eating pussy, and he's obsessed with watching your O face.
Also one to add if it hasn't been mentioned: For some reason I think he likes watching his finger tattoos disappear inside you. In any hole you'll let him put those thick fingers in.
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ᢉ𐭩 .ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. HOOOO MY GOOD FUCKING SWEET JESUS LAWD YES!!! gimme your brain RIGHT NOW SO I CAN KISS TF OUT OF IT!!! can i call you foxy? cuz your brain is fucking foxy as fuck babe!!
enjin knows it’s strange, but he can’t help but get turned on when he likens his tattoos to markers, indicating how deep your pussy has taken his fingers. how far inside you he’s been able to touch and feel and caress; watching it is just breathtaking.
it’s like watching a fuckin’ work of art, he thinks; eyes zeroed in on your wet folds being split open by his thick, inked fingers. broad palm covered in the most delicious slick. your plush, sweaty thighs trembling with each slide into that perfect cunt.
just two — that’s all he’s got in you — and yet you feel (and look) so fucking stuffed. your swollen, sensitive walls clench and suck so gooey around them, lewdly squelching with each slow fuck of the digits inside you.
and it’s so, so fucking hot.
“fuuuuck, baby. look at her. she’s so pretty, suckin’ on m’fingers like that.” enjin coos, voice pure, thick, sinful honey. “mmh— they do make a pretty picture, huh? my fingers fuckin’ your lil’ pussy like this— goddaaaaamn, jus’ look at that…”
he’s pumping them in so, so languidly and lazily, cock throbbing as he watches that slurpy cunt swallow his fingers up inch by inch. so wet, so messy, so soft, so needy, so achy, so drooly; coating his fingers with the shiniest sheen of slick when he pulls them out, making the red and black inked rings glisten, fuck — just pure fucking perfection.
and, fuck, you’re moaning so pretty for him while he just plays with you. slick, kiss swollen lips parted on the smallest, most erotic noises as he fingerfucks you. as he rubs those sweet little spots inside you and tortures that pretty cunt with his fingers.
and he can’t help but rub the pad of his tatted thumb against your swollen clitty, hissing through his teeth when your body jerks from it. when those gooey, sweet walls flutter around his fingers.
you’re so fucking sensitive, and he adores it. it makes him so fucking hard he aches; makes him want to bury his cock so deep into you you feel him in your stomach.
“mmm— shit, baby. sensitive already? ‘m sorry.” it’s completely faux, sincerity easily swallowed by a cocky lilt. “this little pussy need a break? or does she need me to go faster, hm? does she want me to make her cum, huh?”
the noise you make sounds so strangled, so confused — like you can’t even think coherently enough through the pleasure to make a decision. but that’s okay; enjin doesn’t mind making it for you.
he’s already made up his mind, anyway. he wants to watch your beautiful cream cover his fingers as he fingerfucks an orgasm straight out of you.
“…think i’ll jus’ speed it up, huh?” faster, harder, more pointed thrusts of his fingers into your dripping cunt. more slick being fucked out and coating them, making those inked rings shine. louder, more frequent moans falling from your lips. whispery prayers of his name floating into the heated atmosphere. your body so close to combusting already.
“fuuuck, yeah. that’s it— atta fuckin’ girl.” he murmurs encouragingly, reveling in the shiver that wracks your body. “cream m’fingers up real fuckin’ good. c’mon, baby, make ‘em fuckin’ messy… that’s my girl…”
babygirl the theme is theme-ing!!! looks so gorgeous i am IN LOVE with it! 💙💙💙 it makes me feel so comfy and at home and i kinda wanna just wrap myself in it for some reason lmao
THANK U SO MUCH !! i’ve been through like 3 atp 😭 i think i’m gonna settle with this one tho bc i luvv me some warm colours + the artist (_pikujiii) draws so many cute island girls !! i love ur theme as well <3 i actually used ur blog as a reference for my intro post & editing my theme bc im new here teehee
