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I drew this while hanging out with my girlfriend + her family... it's alright. I was having a really hard time drawing regular slippers so I took a gander at my girls slippers and drew them on Tamsy.
Anyways... I've got a couple drafts I'm finishing up, bear with me, okay?
Synopsis: You and Tamsy are eerily similar, although neither of you had spoken much until Delmon insisted team Eager go out to eat after a particularly exhausting assignment.
... pt 1? This is to get me better at writing. Don't expect Shakespeare. I will try to make the reader very devious and tamsy coded.
Tags(?): Tamsy x reader, Tamsy mentality. Mentions of suicide (very brief, no actual actions taken)
Definite spoilers. This is your warning right here, where I've warned you and you have hereby been warned by this warning.
Sigh...
You hated your team. You hated the cleaners. Wellā the work was okay, but you disliked all of your coworkers. Especially your teammates... Team Eager. You didn't choose to be with them, but they had very few members... and Team Beauty made you seriously consider taking a dive off of the HQ roof.
Delmon... too friendly, too good-hearted, too loud. Just too much. Other than that, tolerable. Tamsy... well, he pissed you off. You could practically smell how fake he acted. Nobody was that nice! You would know! You're an S-tier fake!
You were exhausted. Utterly, totally, entirely spent. You were ready to go back to HQ, crawl into your bed, and not have to communicate with these idiots at least until the next morning.
Of course, however, life would never be that easy for you. Delmon, with his melodious voice, screamed; "ITS BEEN A LONG DAY! WE HAVE A LONG DRIVE AHEAD OF US, WE SHOULD STOP TO EAT!!" Which made you instinctively cover your ears and wince.
Tamsy scolded him for his volume... but agreed with him anyway. So, by majority vote... and only having one car, you had to go with them. But hey, Delmon was paying.
Now, you were sitting across from Tamsy, his soft eyes fixed firmly on a spot close to your eyes. Creep. You could punch himā but you won't.
"(Name...? Is everything alright?" Tamsy's soft voice snapped you out of your annoyance. You considered snapping at him, too. But, no. You'd get in trouble, unfortunately.
"Hmm? I'm fine. Just tired." You urged yourself to move your arm, to rest your chin against. "I'm ready to go to sleep."
"Ah... well, don't fret, we'll be back soon." At which you just nodded.
'What is his issue...'
As someone a faker, you knew that tone very well. You could tell he cared very little for you, or your state of being.
You blinked, before schooling your face into the imitation of a pleasant one. "...You did well back then. You obviously have very good control over your Tokushin."
"How kind of you. I try my best." You cleared your throat, awkwardly glancing at Delmon across the room, who was loudly conversing with a stranger.
It was very difficult to have a conversation with someone who you knew was faking... while faking yourself. There was no personality for the other to latch onto. It was like trying to climb a wall made of ice.
"So... how long have you been working with the cleaners? I know you joined before me,"
'Ew! Small talk!'
You wanted to gag. Maybe you should make yourself vomit. Then you'd have a good excuse to go home. And if it made Tamsy uncomfortable, then he wouldn't talk to you. The thought lingered sweetly in your mind.
"Three years, now. I've quite enjoyed my time here in Eager. You came from... Beauty?"
You smiled, politely. "Yes. Lovely people, it really was nice working with them. My style of combat simply didn't match well enough with theirs."
He nodded in understanding.
You let your thoughts wander. His long, thick eyelashes... perfectly soft hair, probably achieved with a very long hair care routine. Probably did a lot of skincare too. And his labret piercing, to balence out his softness with something sharp.
Bastard. His beauty infuriated you more. You just wanted to wrap your hands around his throat, until his lips turned bluā
"(Name?)"
Oh, oops. You hadn't said that out loud, right? Hopefully not.
"You're staring awfully hard... is something the matter?"
"Oh! No, no, nothings wrong. I just couldn't help but notice how pretty you are." You forced your voice to be soft, like his. "How do you keep your hair so nice?"
"Pretty? How sweet..." He put a finger to the corner of his mouth, thinking.
Had he always been missing a finger? How hadn't you noticed?
"I simply condition it every night. And I never brush it when wet." He said, finally. "You know, you are very pretty yourself."
"Thank you! I try to take good care of myself." The conversation faded there. He stared a little too hard, as though he could see through you just like you could him.
The awkward silence continued for a few minutes. You sipped on your drink... which they made wrong, mind you. But you couldn't confront the bartenders to tell them how disgustingly useless they were!
Delmon came to save you both from the painful situation.
"(NAME!) TAMSY! ITS GETTING LATE, WE SHOULD START HEADING BACK!!"
"Delmon! Will you shut up?!"
"MY APOLOGIES!"
Thank goodness. Back to HQ... back to bed.
ā ā
It was a long drive. You almost fell asleep a few times, but you'd never sleep near these... people. What if they touched you to wake you up?! How gross!
The three of you walked past Semiu's desk, offering a few mumbled greetings. When you reached the common room before the hallway, Tamsy placed his hand on your shoulder.
"Rest well, (name.)"
"...Thank you, Tamsy, you too." You glanced at him, smiling briefly. He took his chance to reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind you ear.
"Goodnight."
And then he walked in the opposite direction, to his own room.
What was he doing? Did he think he had the right to touch you, just because you made polite small talk?
Now you'd have to shower before you went to bed, great.
ā ā END
Guys... if it's bad, please don't tell me. This is my first actual one-shot since my fifth-grade wattpad days.
I might make this into multiple parts though, just not sure how to continue it.
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I drew this while hanging out with my girlfriend + her family... it's alright. I was having a really hard time drawing regular slippers so I took a gander at my girls slippers and drew them on Tamsy.
Anyways... I've got a couple drafts I'm finishing up, bear with me, okay?
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Notes: 2nd post, kinda nervous. My first one did pretty well, though, so I'm gonna keep going. I originally didn't really care about Tamsy UNTIL I found out about his awful horridness evil boyness.
(Do you like the shiny new divider, hehe.)
Tamsy...
Pre-dating!
> He refuses to believe that he has any genuine interest in you. After all, he doesn't even need you to fulfill his plans. At the moment, anyway.
> However, he is unable to ignore it once he begins to feel uncomfortable when away from you for too long.
> Tamsy initially tries to avoid you. Silly human emotions, they'll pass. But like, they didn't.
> After a very long time of mentally imagining his life with, versus without you, he gives in and reluctantly accepts how he feels.
> After all, if he feels uneasy without you, he can't scheme as well. And then it wouldn't be fun anymore.
> So he subtly starts paying you extra attention. A hand on your shoulder here, a brief compliment there. Just enough to not overdo it so suddenly.
> Internally he's banging his head against the wall, pulling out his beige-and-navy-blue hair, cringing over how stupid you looked when you blushed, and how stupid he was for finding it kind of cute. Like newborn bird, ugly cute.
> "My, you look exhausted. Have you been sleeping?" He knows you haven't. Frankly, he doesn't actually care. At the same time, you wouldn't smile as much if you weren't well-rested enough. Can't have that.
> He finds a way to get assigned to more missions with you. Just to make sure you keep him in your thoughts.
> He supposes you have become important to his plans.
Dating!
> His love language is words of affirmation, and acts of service. Or... whatever makes you like him more. But he prefers those.
> He gets kinda jealous. You talk to Gris for a little while too long after a tough mission, and Tamsy considers moving Gris up on his hit-list
(he keeps the list in one of those glittery diaries with a heart lock, he writes in a blue glitter pen.)
> He kisses very softly, just barely any pressure. He likes to kiss the inside of your wrists, your knuckles, the corner of your lips, and your forehead.
It's easiest to kiss your forehead, being the closest to reach- whether it's at mouth reach, he has to bend down a little, or stand up on his toes a little bit. And it's the easiest to do subtly.
> Personally, he doesn't care about your problems. 'How boring...' He thinks to himself, as you rant about how Enjin stole one of the meals you left in the fridge for later. However, his angel can't be unhappy, so he'll comfort you!
> On the note of pet names, he doesn't mind them. As long as they aren't too cringey. 'Angel', 'Dove', or 'Darling'.
> PDA is.. eggghh... he'd rather not, but he'll force himself to do it if it's important to you. Nothing crazy though. Just a resting hand, maybe a sneaky peck.
> You cannot ever find out about what he has planned. If you somehow do, he will just erase your memory, just like Amo, and suggest that you've been having nightmares.
(Maybe I'll write something where reader is aware of his plans and supports them, but I'm so tired.)
> He... loveeeesssss you. He shudders at the thought, mouth curling back in disgust. Ewww... sometimes he wonders if he should've just gotten rid of you, but then he'd feel... guilty. Ugh. So gross
End ; I keep seeing hybrid AUs and I wanna write about it but like idk if I could do it justice
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āYeah, I like Tamsy because heās an interesting character, a good written villain, AND heās fine as hell.ā
āYeah, I like Tamsy because of his actions towards Rudo and Amo.ā
As D1 Tamsy glazers, I feel like we have to understand that Tamsy is genuinely a demon spawn from hell with the way heās moving in the manga and that his actions isnāt justifiable in the slightest no matter what his reasoning is. The reason we should like him ls because of his character design and how heās written in the manga as an antagonist, NOT because of his sadistic actions towards two mentally unstable teens for basically no reason other then his own twisted convictionsš
(I saw a tweet about this topic, argued about it, and wanted to share my opinion on here since It felt like I was talking to a brick wall on X, but all in all this is just a rant post so donāt take this too seriously)
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