𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

// OOOOOOH, did Finch made that cage himself? I thought Tamsy made it for him. 😭😭😭 My bad.

Soon, Tokushin has her threads spread out, grabbing on the four limbs of Finch along with his chest and neck— it’s tighter around the neck— they never forgot about Jiyuu.

“Stupid bird.”

Cracking and making room for his brutality.

“You never cease to amaze me, Finch. So beautiful and so good for me.”

It was the kind of praise that never felt like one coming from Tamsy’s mouth. It held disgust.

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Tamsy whispered, his eyes glowing that just indicate that Tokushin is manifested to her full height, glowing and towering over the poor raider as if it was glaring, as if it was daring Jiyuu to move and attack her user again.

He tapped Tokushin against the ground with a loud thud, the concrete

+

That’s eerie, that never sit right on the guts and his lips stretched— the kind that’s minutes away from laughing, from mockery and humiliation.

“Not bad.”

He drawls, licking his own blood from his fingers, eyes never leaving Finch’s.

“Your fangs are growing in, that’s good. Too good.”

+

And despite it being warm, it never looked right against him.

It looked off.

It looked menacing. How did Semiu miss this part of Tamsy? The cruelty and malevolence, and mockery that laced his tone and grace his movements.

Tamsy breathed in, tilting his head back down with the kind of slow

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First one being when he fell, how he survived no one knows and no one will know.

Rubbing his own blood against his middle and forefinger and thumb, Tamsy huffed out a quiet laugh, amusement painting his face as he threw his head back, his long hair fall back for the sun to illuminate his skin,

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Slowly— deliberately like it was giving him time to process what had just happened. What Jiyuu had done. What FINCH had done.

Blinking slowly, he raised up a finger to feel up his own cheeks, to press against the familiar red that had dared coat his skin once again—

Before he could say anything else, poison Finch’s mind further than it already it by leaving traces of him that no one could quite dig out, the sting against his cheeks rung out on his body and ears, Jiyuu’s screech soon following.

Stunned in silence, Tamsy felt his cheeks start to turn warm

+

"The painting of me, I mean. It's beautiful if you didn't— I always wanted to see what I would look like in the eyes of an artist."

Taking his eyes off the wall, he smiled down at the Raider.

💭: Eugh, purple is not his colour.

"They do say to be loved by an artist is to be immortalized."

Still he could fake it.

Just enough for Finch to lower his guard.

Oh, how he misses his favourite puppet.

His fingers itch to have the awaiting threads wrap around his neck again, digging just enough to leave a bruise, a mark of himself— a reminder that he was there.

+

"Did you plan it?"

Tamsy's soft voice filled the silence that followed Finch's statement. He's not a fan of arts or graffiti in a sense that everyone else is. It's okay. Tamsy could at least understand why and how it came too, but would he spend all day looking and admiring? No.

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That's a good painting.

a drawing of inner tamsy caines from gachiakuta as the "sickos" meme, looking out a window and saying "yes... ha ha ha... yes!"

wait did i never post this here

#gachiakuta #gachiart #gachiakutafanart #tamsy #tamsycaines #anime #manga #art

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YES, PLEASE. I WANNA HEAR HIS LORE. 😭

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Is that the one where we talked about Finch being trapped by Tamsy at the same cell where he chained Amo? Or is this different? PLEASE SHARE WITH ME, we can also talk about a lore between them. 😭😭😭

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Tamsy caging Finch again after he injures him, ooooooooh.

"Do it. Come on, you're free— so do it. Make me bleed."

His hold on Finch's shoulders tighten, almost digging into the puff of his new clothes.

Tamsy looked at him through his half lidded eyes, like he's just another mistake already riddled with alcohol and regret— Tamsy did regret picking him, should've been someone close to Rudo— it should have been Enjin. Obsessing about his past mistakes would only set him back. He can work with this. +

His voice low, dropping an octave as he stared at him— a warning. A dangerous warning.

"Enticing."

He trailed off, draping his arms on Finch's shoulder, keeping him in place.

Tamsy breathes in, deep and long, the polite smile on his face stretching impossibly wide.

"Your fear smells sweet."

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Face.

"How many years did you think I spent digging inside your brain?"

Feign innocence and concern gracing his features masking the mocking smile that he tugs at the corner of his lips.

"I know you, better than you do yourself. Your likes, dislikes..."

+

Ah, there it is. That crack he was looking for— The one that's always been there and Tamsy had just been waiting for the perfect moment to use it.

Stopping just behind Finch— Tamsy placed one of his hands— hidden by the long sleeves of his coat— against his lips, effectively hiding half of his

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"Even without the threads, you're mine. Your mind already let me in, it's only a matter of time before everything else follows."

He leaned close, just for his breath to warm his ears.

Mocking.

"You enjoy being owned."

Tamsy moved closer, as if even the concrete had felt the weight of his malice so they opened up to him— Terrified of what he would do.

"I don't think you understand, dear."

He circled him, never touching, never reaching— Just enough for his presence to be felt. To linger in the air he breathes.

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Your hesitation betrays you. You may don the purple on your uniform, but you'll always be mine.

That hadn't stopped even when you left.

Your mind always recognizes the need for me— terrifying isn't it?

Everyone else's problem? How greedy of you, if you wanted my attention you could always ask— you're good at begging when it comes to it.

Sounds like a you problem, dear.

Merry Christmas. ☺️👊🏻

Loud sneeze.

Thrice.

💭 Someone's talking about me.

Sniffles. ☺️