Around every year at Chic Chic Chic school, the school would host at least two field trips for the students to enjoy. This year they would be going to the amusement park, a fun, chaotic, and exciting place where thrill rides and classic activities meet one another.
“I’m so pumped for this field trip!” King says with excitement while pumping his fist up in the air
“Me too, I cant wait for the roller coasters, the dubai chocolate skewers, and most of all the ferris wheel!~” Auhlani says, putting a emphasis on the word ferris wheel
“Hm? What’s so special about the ferris wheel..?” Marwa says with suspicion
“Oh you know.. sitting in a ferris wheel with your friends or maybe even crush..” Auhlani says with a sly grin on her face. She nudges Marwa as she says the “crush” part.
“Ooo..does little Marwa have a liking to someone?” Kaia says with a dumb smirk on her face
“ A crush? Maybe its that girl from the art club..? What was her name, August? Or something..” Aubree says with curiosity in her eyes
“T..the girl from my art club..!? No way! I hate her.. she’s always drawing something stupid. Plus, we’ve hated each other since 1st grade. I’m pretty sure she hates me too so no way im dating her!” Marwa says with irritation. Aubree definitely struck a nerve with Marwa after mentioning August.
*after that little banter they all walk into homeroom 1 (period 1)*
As they sit down in their assigned seats, the teacher, Ms. Addison, states she has a statement to make regarding the field trip.
“As you all know, we will be going to the amusement park on Friday. Aside from that, you all will need a bus partner, and yes, it is mandatory.” Ms. Addison states firmly.
“This year, we want a trouble-free bus ride and want to experience calm environment. Which is why, I’ll be assigning seats.” Ms. Addison said with a knowing smile on her face
“Aubree and Auhlani, King and Jantzen, Kaia and Logan, Blormshk and Mason, Khaely and Karune, Rei and Dayana, Amo and Fufu, Nikol and Yaviette, Kennedy and Davis, and lastly August and Marwa.” Ms. Addison says
“Ms. Addison?” Marwa raised her hand hastily. “Can I switch my bus partner!?
“Sorry, no can do. Everyone is happy with their bus partner. Plus, this is chance to get to know other people other than your little friend group.” Ms. Addison says strictly
For your gachiakuta ship masterlist can you do tomme and tamsy🥹 this is my first time doing a request on tumblr so idk🥹💔🤞
HIIII!! :D I know this req is really late, im sorry!! :")
I'm not that far into the manga so I don't have the best grasp on Tamsy's character- I'm lowkey going based off what I think he's like 😅 I have seen some Tomme x Tamsy fanart which was nice!!
I shall give this ship a try with this short piece that's basically like their thoughts of each other!
°•~Yearning~•°
Content: 1.1k WC, Tamsy x Tomme, NOT ANIME FRIENDLY (Don't read unless you've seen Ch 92 at least), dark imagery/violence in tamsys part (tamsy is his own warning LMAO)
Note: Please no spoilers past ch 97 in the comments!!! Your girl lovelymankira is hella behind ik- IM SLOWLY READING MORE AUGOHWOUHGAWUHG
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Tamsy Caines
He was the epitome of beauty and elegance, Tomme believed.
His voice was rich and smooth like honey, a song she wouldn’t mind listening to long into the depths of night.
And his hair, such a fine shade of gold and the most enchanting deep blue. Whether it was put high up or draped over his shoulders, the silky strands would often catch Tomme’s gaze and leave her craving to comb her fingers through the softness or style it for him in the quiet of her room.
And the way he held himself— How could one be so perfect in every movement? Each step, each turn, each glance. Everything he did felt refined with the grace one would imagine an angel to have. Even the way he moved on the battlefield was nothing short of flawless.
And his scars…though she knew nothing of their origin, they somehow only enhanced his loveliness.
Tomme absolutely adored him. All of him, from his appearance to his passion and dedication to his role in the Cleaners. She almost felt embarrassed with how often her eyes drifted to him when she thought he wasn’t looking. And what’s more? The lovesick girl had a sketchbook dedicated to catching his likeness! Dozens of sketches and doodles lined the paper from edge to edge, replicating the soft yet piercing gaze of golden eyes, the delicate way he held Tokushin, and each and every other detail of him she could remember.
But it wasn’t just candid sketches, no, they were also the physical manifestation of her daydreams. On one page was an image of his hand with hers, fingers intertwined. On another he held her face like a doting lover would...
Coupled with her adoration was a burning curiosity to discover more. For how long she’s been in the Cleaners, she could hardly say she knows him very well. His name, his taste for noodles and preference for loose clothing, sure, she has that down. But there's more she wants to figure out...
What makes him tick?
What makes him laugh the hardest?
What are his weaknesses?
What are his morals, his dreams, his motivations in life, his type of woman?—
Ah, she’s getting ahead of herself again!
Sometimes Tomme asks herself a question: “Was this endless longing pointless?”
He’s always been reserved since she first met him, but even so, that doesn’t stop her heart from craving him. Her doubts were overshadowed by hope filled narratives—
Him twirling her around in a dance together to some soft, romantic tunes…
Him surprising her with her favorite sake just because he could, or him listening to her long rambles about her favorite topics.
Him looking at her with a soft smile and revering gaze.
Him wanting her, loving her the way she loves him…
And despite the uncertain voice in the back of her head, determination shined brighter! She could break through those walls, see the real him.
There’s a chance for everything, right?
So she clinged to it, the idea he’d let her into his arms, his mind, his heart.
She won’t back down yet! What more is there to discover about Tamsy Caines?...
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Tomme Mima
She was the epitome of pure. Pure, innocent, so sweet and…utterly clueless.
Tamsy knew he had to maintain secrecy, to keep his hold on the strings he’s manipulated for so long, but the fact she looks at him — and yes he damn well knew — with that yearning stare, oblivious to his true nature, equally satisfied and infuriated him.
He was pleased to be the center of her attention since he's had his eyes set on her for a while, but he couldn’t take action yet. He was forced to bury down any thoughts of her.
But in the dead of night, those pesky fantasies resurfaced as he stared mindlessly at the ceiling.
He could recall the feeling of her hands as she patched him up one time, they were soft and gentle, as if handling a fragile bird. He had half a mind to allow himself to get swiped at by a trash beast just so he could bask in her touch once more— and maybe she’d hold his face for a while as she cleans a scratch on his cheek— but he held himself back. These ideas were not ideal right now. They could be an obstacle in his endeavors if he lets himself be consumed by that rabbit hole too soon.
And yet he’s already made himself vulnerable to these emotions. The gifts waiting for her in his nightstand are proof. It was only two for now: a silver bracelet with interchanging leaf and flower engravings that he found quite pretty…and a jeweled dagger he bought a while ago— Yeah. Tamsy Caines loved…in a way that is so uniquely him, that is. He figured the blade would be perfect to give her when he finally unmasks himself. Why? A silly question to ask! It was because she’d become just like him of course. He’s sure of it.
The image was clear: him clasping his hands around hers as he guides the blade deeper into her first kill. His eyes would twinkle with unbridled elation as he does, and he’d search her face for every expression.
Would she be as delighted as him?
As drawn to violence and crave it as much as he did?
Ah, a gorgeous crimson red would surely compliment her hazel eyes well!
Maybe she’d even take detailed notes as she learns more from him! Oh, how cute would that be? He did find it endearing how she often journaled down things of interest, be it trash beasts, facts she’s learned about her comrades, or simply random thoughts and curiosities she has.
And after the first kill, he'd celebrate with some of the finest sake he could find for her! She did deserve the best after all…
Before he knew it, his lips had curved into a faint grin. Notions of what could— will come to be seem to make all else around him feel distant and insignificant. His mind illustrated memories that have yet to be sewn into the tapestry of their lives.
Listening to her go on about historical events she’s learned (from the many, many books he definitely bought her)...Soothing late nights talking about random things…Enjoying a cozy meal that they both made together after an eventful day…
There were countless dreams, and all of them were beautiful. He longed for the time he finally would have her in his grasp and make her his, hold her and her pure heart close to him, and cultivate the unlocked darkness within her—
But alas, his current goals must be achieved before that can happen. He must wait.
He can and will wait.
He weaves his own fate, and his fate is undeniably with her.
Tomme Caines…it has a ring to it, no?
💜A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i have so much to work on- WISH ME LUCK CHAT I LOVE YALL <33333
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