#tamedgod

can you & byan vibe? (platonic bingo)

ㅤㅤ" ...damn. "ㅤagainst their better judgement, they can't help but be kind of impressed. ...mostly at haru's. xiao's page is (unsurprisingly, if you ask them) kind of lacking. maybe there really is a reason that this is the first foster home in years that they haven't run away from.

ㅤㅤ" never said ya had t' be a good artist. "ㅤa crooked grin is turned haru's way.ㅤ" fact that y'try is already more'n most people can say. we're countin' that one for two extra bingos. "ㅤand as for xiao...

@byanyan asked for a Lore Drop AND this promised lore drop tagging @tamedgod as well <3

The origins of tensai powers can be traced back to Theia, the Greek Titan goddess of sight, prophecy, and the shining light of the clear blue sky (aether). Theia, the daughter of Gaia (Mother Earth) and Uranus (god of the sky/heavens), bore three children of her own: Helios (the Sun), Selene (the Moon), and Eos (the Dawn).

Helios, the Sun, is the father of ELEMENTAL TENSAI - the group of tensai most connected to the earth, who control its growth and healing, or its harm and destruction, and is responsible for the elements that thrive upon it.

Selene, the Moon, is the mother of PHYSICAL TENSAI - the group of tensai of ethereal origin, least connected to the earth but still able to exist and shine upon it, with limited influence on its nature, and home to those misplaced and hidden in the dark. She is the origin of those who hold the light of the moon brightest in their eyes.

Eos, the Dawn, is the mother of MENTAL TENSAI - the bridge between the Sun and the Moon, with pieces of the soul connected to both; ethereal and supernatural, blessed with a bright glow of their eyes; and also connected to humanity and able to feel its warmth, and walk among them freely. Mental tensai may choose a home in either, but are also disconnected, their place among the tensai unsure and their reputation uneasy -- leaving the choice of the light/humanity or dark/supernatural in their hands, often blurring the lines between them both.

The glow of a tensai's eyes were granted to them by Theia, who provided them with divine light, which they carried on thousands of generations.

Should a tensai discover a second ability, a white, glowing sigil will appear on their forehead - a symbol combining the Sun, Moon, and Dawn. Its appearance will depend on which two abilities have been achieved, and their corresponding elements: Mental/Elemental (Dawn, Sun), Mental/Physical (Dawn, Moon), Elemental/Physical (Sun, Moon). There have been no recorded instances of a tensai achieving all three (🤫).

The mark is temporary at first, only appearing with use of a Direct Action (such as causing emotions, in Yuki's case, or acquiring an ability, in Hayden's case) and will fade once said action has been completed. However, through evolution of the two tensai abilities, the mark becomes permanent, and glows brighter/dimmer in response to its strength.

@tamedgod!

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a heap of love for tamedgod! they put some much love and care and thought into their muses, their lore, and their history. it's so inspiring to see how their characters weave together, and the lore that that brings with it.

me when @tamedgod had the nerve to post this:

@tamedgod said, "wait, that's mine. you fixed it?" from haru!

                “... I believe you left it behind on one of our get-togethers.” SIGMA answers, a cheshire-like smile sprawling across gaunt features as the choker is accepted from his offered hand. “It… seemed like a terrible thing to lose, so I’ve held onto it with great care– to return it when capable.” Upon inspection, the accessory is once more pristine– the pendant carefully re-attached, and a fresh clasp to replace the lost one. Even despite the prior damage of the condition she had last seen it, it is presented with virtually no evidence of anything having ever happened to it. 

“-- I hope it’s as good as before, I was worried I may ruin it in my attempts to fix it for you… I tried very hard to keep it as is.”

                “It was... difficult.... to manipulate the matter without distorting its original form.... I've never... really worked on jewelry before...."

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.

the first thing your muse noticed about byanㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting! )

ㅤ...ah. well. that's...

that's a first, they think. (do they deserve better? being taken in by a high profile couple for the purpose of good publicity felt pretty par for the course, even back then.)

there's an instinctive urge to be combative, to deny deny deny — they don't need anyone to care, they stopped needing that a long time ago. and perhaps, if this were coming from anyone else, they would. haru, though... loath as they are to admit it, she's always understood on some level. she's had them figured out from the start. she could see straight through the carefully crafted walls they'd been building for seventeen years to everything hidden behind — maybe she can't make out all the details, but she can see enough of the picture to come to some informed conclusions. there's always been a familiarity — a relatability and an understanding — in their interactions with her which they can't say they've ever felt from a parent or guardian before.