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“Hmm?” Tamsy glanced over at the teenager. “Are you…? No way…are you actually crying?”
The younger Cleaner squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the sheets.
“Oh you poor thing.” Tamsy stood up and tied his belt. “That’s okay. I promised you, didn’t I? You won’t remember any of this.”
Zanka starts to suspect that something is not quite right about Tamsy Caines. Tamsy does some damage control. Mind the tags.
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23 Aug 2026
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Across the room is a mirror. He stares at the bloodstained cloak hanging from his shoulders, sees the way his glove drips on the floor, smears of red on the vial he holds. His mask is flecked with the memory of the dead, scarlet against the orange swirl, and he’s tired.
Kisame suggested he get an omega, but caring for and feeding one is time-consuming and wasteful. He doesn’t need some glorified pet to keep him in check.
But he's tired of the blackouts, waking up to another corpse, unsure of why they died. When he kills, it should be with purpose.
Breathing in the vial one last time, he sets it down and drags himself to the bathroom, leaving bloody footprints in his wake. He washes their filth away in the shower, the water cold to clear his head, and watches it circle the drain.
His fist hits hard against the wall and he clenches his jaw.
This can't continue. When rut ends, something needs to change.
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To help regulate his violent behaviour, Tobi decides to purchase an omega. As it turns out, finding one is harder than he thought. But when he's ready to give up, there he is. Grey hair, an eye patch. A scent like old history.
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- Part 4 of Tumblr Requests
- Part 7 of Omegaverse
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06 Jul 2026
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What was the importance of a soulmate, to someone without a soul? If Dean swore this version of Sam was not his brother, despite all the evidence, then why continue to act like he was?
“You don’t have to protect me anymore.” Sam said, matter of fact.
Broad shoulders went still, Dean’s back rigid and stiff. “Yes I do.”
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Tucked away in the bathroom that morning, Sam resolved he still couldn’t fully recognize himself. He practiced a smile in the mirror, squinted his eyes and scrunched his nose, the way he naturally used to.
With everything stripped away, no sense of self, Sam realized that there was nothing else left inside.
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TLDR; Sam sees the world a little differently without a soul.
Bookmarked by Sadcryingbeans
28 Nov 2025