#tamedgod

[bendwill]

haru gives a torchbug in a jar. the note just says "to help you read in the dark. its name is vero".

𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶. [𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳] @tamedgod

“Hmm.” HE DIDN'T NEED THIS. Even if Miraak had not his own magic to light the way, he wasn't incapable of reading in the dark. So many years in Apocrypha had given him more than enough time to grow used to it. He considers saying as much — it might have been obvious — as he scans over the note and lifts the jar up to his eyes, stating simply, “Vero.” He would have to ask later if that meant something, even if it was just a name for a bug.

[byanyan]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ (for both if you'd like!)

send ✧ & i'll bold all that apply to your museㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

bold is a definite. italics is a maybe/sometimes/depends on the situation.

✧･ﾟ: * haru *:･ﾟ✧

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. �� You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

✧･ﾟ: * xiao *:･ﾟ✧

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[chronal-anomaly]

Lena, sweating

[starvingtongue]

@tamedgod // for Haru in the band new, really cool, vampire verse.

"Look, I don't care if it makes sense, I just want to know if it's possible." technicalities didn't bother her that much, not when she'd been alive for so long, she just wanted to see if she could. maybe that was even more dangerous, but that wasn't for her companion to say. "Sense went out the window the fifth time I tried this."

[tlacehualli]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ meta + first person to die because of her work!!!

She'd never really been the type of person to be out in the field a lot. Los Muertos knew what they had in her and they were happy to let her remain inside, at a computer, breaking code apart as easily as she breathed (even before the modifications had been made to her, she'd taken to it like a fish to water). A lot of their success at the time was owed to her. Whether it was blueprints or information or the movements of federales and rival gangs with less justified modus operandi - whatever information they needed, she got it.

Talon wasn't like that, though. Sure, that aspect of her work was important, but they saw something in her, something more. By then she'd been fully modified and had already built the final versions of her translocators, her invisibility tech - after all, even the most well-prepared and well-defended of bases could be infiltrated. And by then, she knew even her own firewalls could be overrun by a sufficiently well-prepared enemy. Still, they wanted more.

So she'd learned to become something of an infiltrator, and armed with equal parts charisma, information, and her AI's unique ability to read people and situations, she was very effective. It had started out small at first; security systems that posed no real challenge, one or two guards as opposed to a veritable army. Shit she'd not really needed back up for. The difficulty ramped up from there - and at a certain point, there weren't very many missions when she didn't have the Widow's back up. Still, she'd learned to be quiet, to be deceitful, to predict - and to translocate or go invisible as needed. Like a shadow.

'Til one day, she'd just - gotten cocky, rounded a corner at full speed and knocked right into a security guard's back with a little yelp. Her fear had suddenly rooted her to the spot. This was bad, this was so bad, and she was looking up at this guy that had more than a foot on her and he looked really fucking mad too and she could translocate or do something, could have, should have, but she was so scared and she couldn't even talk -

- she barely registered the distant, distinct crack of the Widow's Kiss, and the bullet that hit him right in the temple is barely registered and he blinks and then he...just...crumples. He's nothing. He's...dead. She's cognizant of the fact the Widow's spoken and told her to fucking move, and that the AI in her spine is doing the same thing, and then she does move but it's not her doing the moving, it's the machine that's in her nervous system, propelling her away to the extraction point. The mission is fine - she had what she needed and no one would notice for fifteen minutes and they would be gone by then.

It's just her that's fucked up.

She's silent on the way back. So's the Widow. Back then, they didn't have the rapport they do now, and the Widow was quite incapable of understanding or realizing why Sombra was acting so different. She was just a kid, just 20, and his glassy eyes and that hole in his skull was swimming in her vision.

When they're home, she finally notices the blood in her palm - coming from crescent slashes where the nails of her circuit hand had dug into the flesh with the strength of her grip. She hadn't even noticed.

[amplifying]

@tamedgod sent in.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ meta + religion! GIMME THE DEETS

HOOOOOOO do i have many Thoughts about religion and baptiste's relationship with it. a lot of details are included here, but i'll talk about his conflictions, reservations, and eventual blossoming with his faith.

it's never been clear-cut, his disconnection nor his reconnection. there's always been feelings and tetherings related to his religious upbringing that've affected him during his life. such is similar, with individuals who harbour religious trauma during a religious upbringing; however, his is also inflicted, muddied with the lingering impacts that colonisation had upon the vodou system. the way colonisers sought to pry vodou from his culture, to rip it away like meat from bone.

the disintegration of faith wasn't intentional. baptiste had lost both his parents to the omnic crisis and, while he had many cousins, some with surviving parents, he was angry. hollow. alone. frequent, common comments like si Bondye vle ("if Bondye wishes"), suggesting that all things occur in accordance with Bondye's will, subconsciously pulled him away from religion. he'd been traumatised, he'd been shoved into a orphanage that was teeming (overly teeming) with similarly inflicted children, and even if the orphanage sought to reinstil faith, he was too stricken to actively pursue those parts of his life. religion continued to play in the background in his life, but he became consumed with the notion of doing good, improving his surroundings and community at large. even if he witnessed open, overt declarations of vodou faith within said community, he felt disconnected. like trying to piece two jigsaw pieces; they're from the same picture, but they're in the wrong spots. he'd do, say things which indicated that he'd had that upbringing, but he would not actively engage in worship nor other religious participation. others would comment on it, but he'd deflect it, initially with a bit of bite, but later with humour or a sprinkle of lying.

during his talon era, there were niggling feelings of something missing, something askew. the more he did increasingly horrific, devastating acts in the name of a so-called simple paycheck... he eventually came to terms that he was veering off course. it was a slow recognition, one that he fought against, tried to rationalise and tried to shove away. but the more he came to realise, the more he started feeling the need for his faith. it wasn't a single light-switch moment for him, rather he began to notice his thoughts occasionally flickering towards "o' bondye" and "what do i do with this," which then evolved into "what do i do with this, lwa." an emptiness he was previously comfortable with now felt like it was devouring him.

his religion ultimately connected him with his past, gradually helped him feel a yearn for the future, and better yet, connected him again with his culture and his people.

[apoapsis]

@tamedgod said, (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ❝ that’s a surprise. i like it, though. makes you at least ten times more interesting. ❞ [xiao]

It was strange how refined his new company was; while TALON'S own tastes and aesthetic happened to lean towards the more exorbitant and expensive, SIGMA himself was rarely subject to partaking in the more elegant socializing, aside from the occasional visit to the cabaret to observe the Widowmaker. There was something enriching about being around such exorbitant decor and commodities, especially since TALON often strove to only provide the bare minimum of whatever it took to make him feel "comfortable" within their facility-- he had anticipated similar from Xiao upon being more or less... borrowed from the TALON facility for additional security and an opportunity for them to talk business.

... Remarkable that he should find otherwise!

Initially, he had felt very out of place, coming from the uniformity of TALON to the lavish decor and amenities provided by this client, but to his surprise [ AND DELIGHT ! ] , he is offered exciting new options; ones that TALON oftentimes outright denied him. Between expensive wines and spirits-- of which, he politely declines-- and rich, elaborate, delicious foods not typically offered at his own facility, he feels quite pampered-- all without having to do much.

Actually, he has yet to be put to any particular purpose.

Thus far, all they've done is make him nice and comfortable-- and while SIGMA is still painfully shy, Xiao proves to be far more direct and talkative than he could have hoped for. Actually, he's compelled to talk; perhaps even more than he was intended to-- but it's difficult not to, the way Xiao asks open-ended questions. Realistically, he was more than likely probing for inside information in regards to TALON without arousing SIGMA'S suspicion, and he really shouldn't say as much as he does-- but he's already enjoying himself so much in such a short span of time, despite being confined to the surface amongst strangers, everything comes tumbling out with the right prompting and he's singing like a bird.

The topic of his own enlistment within TALON comes up over breakfast, while SIGMA is savoring the buttery richness of a cream cheese danish-- making it that much easier to gloss over the existential horrors in his summation of his twenty year stint in prison for his client. "-- personally, I would like to believe it illustrates how genuine I am when it comes to ensuring that this assignment goes smoothly!" SIGMA assures Xiao emphatically with a Cheshire-like smile after the last of the delightful treat disappears into his mouth. "... The more and better I do, the closer I will come to TALON finally permitting me to leave for the COLONY!"

"So, ah-- this assignment is... v-very important to me!"

[austerulous]

◈   @tamedgod​ said:  ❛ (For Dez); Not much grew out here anymore, that much was obvious — but there was always some life that crept back first. They grew in the crevices of Junkertown, and Haru had gone out of her way to find them; small lilacs, even smaller peonies. They weren't much, but — they were something. A sign of things to come... a sign the outback would heal. She arranges the flowers gently in the nicest, least beat up scrap cup she can find, making a small bouquet. She'd set it next to Dez's bed, before taking the largest peony of the bunch to tuck into the woman's armor.. ❝Thought I would surprise you — if you like them. ❞ ❜

Gathered in a posy, the cluster of blossoms huddled together in their old tin can.  One with no dents, only a little dull, a little scratched.  A surprise, indeed.  One that stirred the silt of memory, raising the dead, bringing the past into soft focus.  The daisy print of her mother’s blouse, the dirt caked into her father’s nail beds.  Thick fingers closed around the flowers he brought every time he returned from the mine site.  Always a muddle of sweetpea, cornflower, eucalyptus.  

That was before.  Now there was no mother, no father, no sisters, no brother.  No vase of rippled glass, with an endearing chip in its rim.  They had all been swallowed by the Wasteland, had withered into dust along with the flowers.  Their bones slept in beds of poisoned sand, where they were choked by roots and weeds.

No smell of decay, only the sweet-spice of the peonies, the powdered honey fragrance of the lilacs.  They were flowers Odessa did not know by name, all the more beautiful for their mystery, for their rarity.  How uncommon it was for her to look at her boots, at what lay rotting in the dirt – her eyes were almost always pinned to the horizon, or filled with the sight of her own terrible hands.  Evidently, she had missed this regrowth, this quiet promise of healing.  Therein lay the beauty of the organic – its perseverance, its ability to stumble back from the brink.  Unlike the Omnic plague, with its mercifully finite generation of machines.  In time, they would all be scrapped.  Maybe then there could be more green in the world.

Something inside the queen cracked, splintered.  Odessa hid the wound with a smirk, shedding the dead-eyed look of one lost in the past.

“You’re the first person to bring me flowers.  The first I can remember, anyway.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth, than Odessa recognised the lie.  How her father had so often plucked a cornflower from her mother’s bouquet, hooking its slender stem behind her ear.  A blossom brilliant in its blueness, nestled among tendrils of mud-coloured hair.  Thoughtfully, the queen of heat and ruin thumbed the peony nestled on her armoured vest.  Its petals were almost unbearably soft and delicate.

“I like ‘em – but don’t you think they’re wasted on me?”

[tidesfate]

“&– - All I have told you is all you have earned. If you wish to know more, you must become my eyes and ears.” // @tamedgod liked for a dialogue starter

[bendwill]

xiao gives him a box. inside is a small note. it just says "fuck off".

𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶. [𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽] @tamedgod

“You'll have to try harder than that.” WHILE HE DOES TAKE A MOMENT TO STUDY THE PENMANSHIP, and sounds amused, he still sets the box (with note inside) on fire.

[byanyan]

@tamedgod sent:ㅤ(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 👫 for both! if u want 👉👈

relationship headcanonsㅤㅤ✧ * º •ㅤㅤaccepting!!

✧˚ㅤharu.

ㅤbyan finds haru's demeanor very off-putting at first. they don't like that she's so caring, so understanding, and so patient. they've seen it all in foster parents before, and it never lasted — there's always a limit to all that compassion and byan always finds it, intentionally or not. at this point in their life, they try to bring foster parents to this limit as quickly as possible so they can't build any sort of relationship with them and thus they can't be hurt when they're inevitably sent away. haru, however, has been a tougher nut to crack than byan anticipated. nothing seems to faze her. no matter what awful stunt they pull or cruel words they spew, she always comes back with that same compassion. they don't understand. they do, however, find the entire thing extremely annoying because it feels to them like she's just drawing out the inevitable.

ㅤagainst their will and better judgement, byan has grown to care more about haru through their time in the household. they hate it, but they find a comfort in her presence that they're not sure they ever have with someone before and, if they have, it hasn't been since they were very young. they try to resist this feeling of comfort and the growing trust that comes with it, not wanting to let themself come to rely on her in any way or, god forbid, get attached, but every time she patches up their injuries without berating them and calling them a disappointment or shows them care without pity, she makes a little more progress in breaking through their defensive walls.

ㅤbyan has developed a fondness for going shopping with haru when she has the free time to take them. something about the way she waits patiently for them to look around as thoroughly as they please, or maybe the way she points out things she thinks they'll like (and is usually right about)... they don't feel rushed, and they don't feel judged for the sort of things they enjoy. i like to think they have a standing appointment like, once a month where she takes them to fabric and craft stores to collect new materials for the clothes and accessories byan likes to make.

ㅤhonestly, byan has probably opened up to haru at least a little on one or two occasions about some of their history. nothing too detailed, none of the particularly traumatic things, but still a bit less surface-level than the sort of things they'll usually share. they relate to haru far more than xiao because she grew up in poverty and, after learning about that part of her background, they feel that she might understand some of their experiences in a way that no previous foster parent ever has.

✧˚ㅤxiao.

ㅤthough they get along with him better, byan trusts xiao less than they do haru. they have deep-rooted trust issues with people in general, but these are even more intense when it comes to men — doubly so when it comes to foster fathers. the fact that byan has the suspicion they they were initially only taken in as a publicity stunt certainly only fuels this distrust. he's definitely made some progress with them, but their guard remains up in his presence.

ㅤat first, byan didn't realize that xiao was keeping tabs on them. assuming he was overall uninterested in them and sure that they'd be out of the house and back in a group home in only a few months, they were surprised one day when he warned them against meddling too much with a particular group of people they had been harassing earlier. since then, they've been hyperaware of his efforts and try to trounce them at every corner out of spite — if he sends someone to tail them, they do their very best to lose this person by using their skill in parkour to their advantage. if he tries to track their phone, they turn it off or simply leave it at home. they also regularly check their clothes, bags, and shoes for any sort of tracking device he might try to slip into them.

ㅤdespite both above points, xiao is still the fun parent. byan likes that he doesn't usually try to put a stop to their delinquent behaviours and, in fact, seems to almost encourage them. that's something they've never had in a foster parent, and it's an surprising upheaval of their expectations in being brought into a wealthy household. for the most part, byan doesn't try to hide their petty crimes from xiao, even brags about some of the more exciting ones. they probably also get really enthusiastic telling him about whatever fight they got into on any given day. ...but only if they won. if they lost, he's not hearing about it despite it being obvious in the injuries they sustained.

ㅤbyan has definitely called xiao from a holding cell in a police station on at least one occasion. they know it's a riskier call since he might be too busy to answer, but between him and haru, calling xiao seems like the option that will lead to the shortest lecture. it's also the funnier option because they really enjoy the idea that they're damaging his public image if word of his foster kid being jailed gets out.

✧˚ㅤbonus headcanon!! because it's been rattling around in my brain for months

ㅤsix months in, byan still hasn't unpacked their things. a few items that see regular use have spread out across their room a little in the time they've been in the apartment, as well as the things they've acquired since moving in, but most of their belongings remain tucked away inside the couple of bags they showed up with. even as their relationships with both haru and xiao are growing, they're waiting for that other shoe to drop — they're waiting for that moment where they're finally deemed too difficult and sent back to the group home. less and less they find themself wanting that day to come, but they're anticipating it nonetheless. no matter how good things seem, it always happens eventually.

[chronal-anomaly]

maybe my url for the positivity meme? 👉👈

Small Smiles Today || Always accepting

@tamedgod Of course, love. That's the fun part about this meme!

Maddie, when I say that you have the biggest, kindest heart and the most creative imagination that I've ever seen, it's true. You approach every ic interaction with such depth and complexity that really is special to interact with. That, compiled with your rich, deep, and complex characters - and wholeass world!! - that you've painstakingly developed over so many years, is really amazing to see. Everyday, I'm thankful that you're here, in this community, and that you've chosen to share your world with us. I love watching what you can do not only with Haru and Xiao, but with every supporting character - I personally love Her, so damn much, but that's not the point.

You are also an absolute pleasure to talk to ooc, with so much passion and interest in your own character and others'. Every time I get a message from you, I get a little !! because you always bring such an interesting and unique taste to literally everything. You're so sweet, and caring, and I'm so thankful that you're here with us. I know your day has been kind of rough as well, just know that we're here to support and stand with you no matter what. Take good care of yourself while you take care of others <3.

[cunningknight]

anakin was away, leading the charge against the separatists on the fringes of the outer rim. seeing his holo-communicator beep incessantly, he decided to answer it. “ given you're trying to reach me before an important battle, don't tell me you've done something stupid that needs me to come and fix it. ”

@tamedgod liked for a little thing!

[muertemismo]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ rough reverse❗️ (*from haru)

ROUGH ask meme.

It was almost SERENE within the walls of the debrief room; the COMMANDER awaiting the few agents that had managed to return from what HE considered to be a rather simple operation. His expectations were held too high, he supposed. Every detail that was talked over, ran through thousands of times was performed to PERFECTION at first -- not a bullet missed from his soldiers, not a misstep from his scouts, and his two passive medics were doing an AMAZING job behind the scenes with both units. There were a total of eight -- EIGHT agents split down the middle for an even four with both divisions. Math didn't make sense when only FIVE of them returned. The calm didn't linger -- careless to REMAIN when the door opened. Gabriel tried to compose himself; it was common for a loss to happen, LOSSES were a different story. Multiple doors he would have to approach, FAMILIES he would have to talk to. All because of a stupid MISTAKE made on someone's part for not paying ATTENTION where it mattered most. You never leave assuming everything is dealt with. ALWAYS stay vigilant. The first through the door was exactly who he'd been waiting for -- EXACTLY who he wanted to hear from. Haru -- she WAS good. Outside of this mishap, she was QUICK, understood assignments without fail, and CARED. It was evident in the way their eyes didn't MEET as she entered. Gabriel was quick to change that; force from his palms PUSHED from his display at the table, long legs taking a few simple STRIDES to the entrance. Thick, ROUGH digits came to wrap the expanse of her throat, the other hand aiding in the position to SHOVE her against the wall near the door. "What the fuck is wrong with you," Gabriel SNEERED, eyes shooting venom into the stormy mist of her own. "You know better than to turn your back. You NEVER assume that you're safe until you're in my fucking drop ship, understood?"

[florafound]

@tamedgod liked for a starter

"I don't know you," she established openly.

The girl squared her shoulders, preparing for a fight if necessary - though she hoped that was not what this was about to become. Kit hated to fight, hated to know what she was capable of.

"What do you want?"

[stolememory]

“&– - Those times you've clapped and called for quiet, they've come to hold you.” // @tamedgod liked for a lyrical starter