«I'm not sorry I love a chaotic queen, like nothing attracts me more than a woman who is violently out of her mind.» - Tamsy Caines
You cannot convince me this guy doesn’t obsess over a woman who threatens to k1ll him on a daily basis.
You think you’re being intimidating by threatening him you’ll smash his pretty face against a wired wall, and wrapping your hands around his throat? Joke’s on you, he’s into that.
HAS fantasised before about making out while the blood of your enemies spills on top of you two like a romantic rain.
Quite toxic, but it’s not like neither of you is enough right in the mind to see the red flags.
I want to make some “what it would be like to date these characters” delivered into pictures format. Like a thread with couple pics. Gachiakuta men version.
(I’ve already done one with Eishia as an example)
But I need to know which men would YOU want to see more and asap?
So, choose your boyfriend/husband so I can feed you with how I think your relationship would look like.
Corvus
Enjin
Zanka
Tamsy
Bro
August
Gris
Follo
Zodyl
Jabber
Goka, Gountess
Otto, Epalte
Voting ended onJan 24
Don’t be shy to comment ya all. I’m the same if not worse as ya all. So if you want a freakier version with them, or a platonic version with the underage characters, please tell me.
Also, if you want me to include other anime characters, I can do something for “Blue Lock” and “Jujutsu Kaisen”.
Small shy anxious healer Eishia with bigger obsessed flirty gentlewoman, who def gets hurt on purpose on all missions just to spend some time with her?
The palace garden was silent at dusk, its stone paths washed in indigo light as lanterns began to flicker awake. The servants had long scattered back to their quarters—except one.
He moved quietly, sweeping fallen camellia petals from the veranda. His posture was humble, his expression serene, his smile small and harmless.
A perfect new servant. Too perfect.
She watched him from the raised walkway, sleeves draped elegantly, gaze cool and still as a winter pond. When she stepped forward, he straightened immediately, bow lowered.
“My lady,” Tamsy said softly, polite and deferential. “Do you require something?”
His voice was warm. Safe. Designed to reassure.
Your eyes drifted to him, tracing him like a scholar examining an oddity on her desk. The silence stretched so long that even Tamsy—master of masks—felt the faintest ripple of unease.
“You are not what you pretend to be.”
He froze. His smile stayed gentle, but his eyes—just for a fraction of a breath—sharpened.
You continued, tone steady and plain, “Your hands are too steady. Your posture too balanced. You avoid attention, but not convincingly—you do it deliberately. Trainedly.”
He swallowed before he could stop himself.
“Forgive me, my lady,” he said lightly, still smiling. “I fear I don’t understand—”
“You do.”
You interrupted without raising your voice. “A man who is truly harmless never watches a room the way you do.”
His composure cracked—just a hairline fracture. Surprise glimmered, thin and sharp, before he smothered it.
You continued, voice level, emotionless, “My family grows weak. The elders cling to their titles like dying moths. I intend to inherit everything—lands, authority, influence. All of it.”
The faintest breeze stirred your hairpin. Her gaze remained fixed on the moon.
“I see,” Tamsy murmured. “A dangerous ambition.”
You finally looked at him, expression unreadable. “Ambition is dangerous only to those who lack resolve.”
Ah. There it was—that cool certainty, so rare among nobles his age. Not arrogance. Not desperation. Something colder. Cleaner. Purpose untouched by guilt or familial sentiment.
Tamsy’s smile deepened a fraction.
“And what,” he asked gently, “would you ask of me?”
You did not hesitate.
“I need someone who moves in shadows. Someone who can… remove barriers. Permanently or otherwise.” She spoke about life and death as if discussing weather patterns. “You possess the skill—and the disarming mask.”
His breath hitched.
She knew.
Not just suspected—knew.
Knew the cruelty behind his smile, the violence under his stillness, the hunger hidden behind kind eyes.
And instead of recoiling, she simply acknowledged it the way one might comment on the temperature.
He felt a slow thrill crawl up his spine.
“And what do I receive in return?” he asked lightly, though he already knew he was going to say yes. His curiosity was already hooked.
You folded your hands. “You want something. Everyone does. Ask.”
He stepped closer. The air grew subtly colder, as if his shadow drew heat from the world.
“I want to study you.”
Your brow lifted slightly—not in surprise, but in acknowledgment.
“You are… extraordinary,” he breathed. “You fascinate me.”
“That is acceptable.”
You rose to your feet with practiced grace. “Study me to your heart’s content.”
“Just do not make noise,” you added. “I dislike noise.”
A soft laugh escaped him—quiet, delighted, genuine.
“Then we have a deal, my lady.”
A serene “servant” who hid cruelty behind kindness.
A noblewoman who hid nothing—because she never cared to.
Together, they would turn the palace into a silent hunting ground.
And in the spaces between death and ambition, something strange began to take shape.
Not romance. Not yet.
But recognition. Interest.
A dark, quiet gravity binding them closer with each breath.
I have some scenario ideas for “Heian AU” on character.ai, but I’m hyper fixated with two mangas atm, so the characters of which fandom would other ppl prefer?
Blue Lock
Gachiakuta
Voting ended onNov 29, 2025
After we pick the anime/manga, we gonna pick the characters.
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