#unfiltered feral energy

[mybrainisoveractive]

I have just 1 dp x dc idea that have been bouncing around like a DVD logo screensaver and everytime it hits a corner, it reminds me that it's there.

The idea: what if the Lazarus Pits contains RAW UNFILTERED ectoplasm like not corrupted but just ... raw. (Maybe that's why Jason has very strong emotions) Oh and it attracts all ecto-beings including ((1) Danny Fenton/Phantom) like bees to nectar.

The more developed idea: Danny on a school trip to got ham. Sees Red Hood, then goes feral and stalkerish, basically just absorbing and filtering the very concentrated and raw ectoplasm whenever he gets close to Jason/Red Hood(Danny be like: yum-need-want moremoremore gimme)

Sam and Tucker knows what's going on, they can feel it , the instinct to go-go-go-go-find-find-find the source of energy (practically radiating everywhere!) but not as strong as poor Danny. They're now just chasing after (1) feral gremlin boi after some yum-yum energy (or maybe just maybe they encourage it cause why not the CHAOS)

The batfam is just there like NEW CHILD!!! Now Jason suffers from one stalkerish child ( until Danny calms down but they don't know that it's not permanent )

[bahablastplz]

Lollapalooza Felix

CW: feral reader, she's down bad, sweat-licking, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (male receiving!), established relationship WC: ~1000 Thinking about ^ this Felix from Lollapalooza, your boyfriend, and being absolutely horrendously down bad for him after the show.

“I want to lick the sweat off of your body?” Felix reads your text aloud on the phone with you on the other end. “Baby, you sound insane. You’re joking, right?”

“Ha,” you say, laughing flatly. “Joking. Right.”

“That’s gross, babe.”

“I can’t help it, you just looked so good tonight,” you tell him. “It’s criminal, really. I swear I’ve been thinking all sorts of thoughts I’ve never had before. I just want you so bad,” you admit. “I want to lick the sweat off of your body, and I swear that’s just the start. I wanna suck you off so good that your soul leaves your body–” 

“Okay, okay, enough,” he laughs softly. “I was just teasing, but if you really mean it, I’m going to be at the hotel in five minutes.” He hangs up the phone at that before you can even answer him and you find yourself stunned, your mouth left agape for a moment. 

You alternate between scrolling on tiktok and pinterest, ogling at pictures of your boyfriend from tonight. His white vest, a sorry excuse for a shirt, really, was left unbuttoned. His abdomen was left a mixture of his sweat and the water that he had poured over himself; he looked sinful, that was the only way to describe it. Your boyfriend, usually sunshine and angelic in all the right ways, was sinful in the way that he moved and revealed his chest for all of Stay to see. You’re almost positive you wouldn’t be the only one drooling over him after tonight. 

When the hotel door clicked open you were already on your knees for him. 

“Babe, what–” he chuckled for a moment as he approached you, stunned silent as you dragged a finger up his defined abs. 

“I seriously wasn’t kidding,” you deadpan. You make quick work of unbuttoning his jeans, using your tongue to collect the sweat pooling between the ridges of his abs, under his belly button, all the way up to his chest. His eyes darken as you palm him over his jeans, desperate in your attempt to finally rid him of the fabric. 

You’re not surprised to find him hard. He usually is pretty worked up after a show, and one as big as Lollapalooza, exploding with energy? You could already tell you were in for a long night. He kicks his head back when you start working his length in earnest, fast and messy and sloppy. 

“You look this good for Stay?” you say, clearly just as worked up as he is. “You’re gonna go and show them what’s mine?” 

He hoists you off of the floor and practically throws you on the bed. 

“You know how hot you are when you’re jealous?” he smirks, ridding you of your clothes just as fast. He dives in and kisses you, and it’s messy and desperate, a collision of teeth and tongue and hot breath. You’re rocking your hips against him with need and it doesn’t take him long before he gets the hint, dragging his fingers down to your sopping core to prep you for his length. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re soaking,” he says, arching his brows in surprise. 

“For you, need you,” you tell him. “You looked so good, wanted you so bad.” 

“All for me?” he questions, a cocky smile splayed on his face. 

You nod your head fast and you moan out loudly when he enters you. You arch your back against the bed, widening your legs to allow him full access to your body. He grabs your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest before fucking into you harsh and quick. The sound punctuates with a loud snap each time he thrusts into you and you cry out each time, fueling him to continue what he’s doing. 

“Close,” you tell him, reaching up to bring him into another messy kiss. 

“Already?” he asks, pulling away from your face. A string of saliva connects you both for a moment and you can’t help but stare at him with unfiltered and unbridled lust in your eyes. 

You cum hard all over his cock, pulsing and tightening before you can warn him again. He fucks you through it for a solid minute, spewing filthy praises in your ear. He’s about to pull out to give you a break from overstimulation but you grab onto him harshly, continuing to fuck your hips up into his. 

“Wait,” you cry out. “I’m still cumming.” You can tell by the way his hips stutter that he’s shocked by your admission; it has already been a long time after all. He doesn’t slow down, grinding his hips against yours to make sure you get that delicious friction against your clit. You’re not sure how long your orgasm lasts but it’s definitely the longest of your life. You continue to chase your high and use your boyfriend until you’re satiated, working him until he’s close to his release as well.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he grunts. “I’m close, where do you want it?” 

“Inside,” you reply without hesitation. He lets out a shaky breath and grabs your thighs even tighter, almost bruising as he spills inside of you, stilling his movement. You can feel him twitch deep inside of you as he cums and you voluntarily clench around him just once more, just to tease him. He groans when he finally pulls out of you, collapsing on top of you and enveloping you in his arms. 

“I’ll take it you enjoyed the show?” he mumbles into your neck. 

“I guess you could say that,” you laugh, stroking his hair as he lays unmoving. 

“Maybe I should take my shirt off for Stay more often,” he muses. You lightly hit his shoulder, eliciting a giggle from him. You fall asleep just like that, intertwined in each others arms and thoroughly exhausted. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

A/n: yes this is delayed but Lolla Felix affected me just like everyone else. For: @becomingmina that asked to be tagged in any Lolla Felix posts, and my dear reader @velvetmoonlght that recently asked if I've been inspired by Lolla Felix.

[moltengoldveins]

having an excellent time with the fact that qsmp and DSMP Philza seem to be either canonically The Same Dude or so heccin similar as to be almost indistinguishable, but also are an excellent example of ‘same guy different hat’ where the circumstances dictate the character to a large degree. DSMP Philza H Minecraft is a feral grandpa of a man with a terrorist bff and a rocky relationship with his grandson who murders his kid, has issues about it, tries to support his son’s former nation, is Really Bad At It because he hasn’t got a clue how mortals handle trauma, gets arrested, is sassy about it, and then blows up an entire country while cackling with glee. Techno is portrayed as the wild man to Philza’s Calm Fatherly Energy but that’s at best the CCs dynamic sometimes. Techno the character is a man who loves peace almost as much as he loves violence and spends time sewing and reading obscure philosophical texts. DSMP Philza likes playing chess with people’s lives. But then he gets (5 years of solitary? Surrounded by deities??? Timeline unclear) plopped onto an island, separated from Techno and forcibly made a single father figure to two very young children, and IMMEDIATELY realizes he HAS to do Civilization. Mans’ natural state is Feral Woods Goblin Making Monuments And Not Sleeping For Days but he’s got Children looking up to him now, he has to have a Schedule. They need Three Meals. They need Healthy Sleep Habits. His neurosis have to manifest in more subtle ways, like grinding an absurd number of cookies or over-planning the eggs’ safeguards to the nth degree. He doesn’t have Techno’s Theatre-kid Dramatics to smokescreen his chaos anymore, everyone can see him now, and they’re expecting him to be a responsible adult. Purgatory was enrichment for this man. Bolas Philza is what you get when you trap a Funky Little Guy in a position of Calm Responsibility for months and then tell him “no more rules! Kill your friends!” That is the unfiltered Philza Minecraft Experience and we’re all Here For It.

[simplyclary]

You Made My Life Immensely Better

(Edit by yours truly)

[To be completely honest and somewhat candid, this is just a product of me thinking how the heck am I gonna beat the sentiments I wrote in the Thanksgiving letter and not sound repetitive]

To my dearest TZP Squad,

Here's a letter...

As 2023 draws to a close, I find myself thinking about this rollercoaster of a journey we've shared over the few months that I've been in this beautiful fandom. To each and every one of you who has become a part of my year, I want to express my deepest gratitude.

This year, especially the last 4-5 months, has been a wild ride with ups and downs in between, and in those moments, you have given me warmth, laughter, and a profound sense of connection. From shared smiles to small but lovely interactions, you have brightened the latter part of my year with your presence.

To quote our dearest Alex Claremont-Diaz: "You have made my life immeasurably better".

My dearest TZP Squad, thank you for being the the source of my smile during both the sunny days and stormy nights. Like I said before, if Taylor is the sunshine, you guys are the solar energy. You simply further ignite the positive energy that Taylor gives and I love you all for that.

To those who let me speak my unfiltered thoughts, big or small, know that your support has warmed my heart and your short and sweet replies have made it more meaningful. I am grateful for the shared joy in our collective achievements as a fandom, and what we've achieved this year (a.k.a Taylor seeing the birthday project) is only just the beginning of a beautiful fandom journey.

For the moments of solace and comfort and the unspoken reassurances, thank you. Your empathy and virtual love always melts my heart, and I'll always cherish the sanctuary of this little positive corner on the messy world of the internet.

To the people that I've been interacting with recently and since I joined this lovely fandom family (Josie, Nae, Kay, Lee, Bia, Kate, the admins behind my dearest @/InfoTZP and @/tzpsquads Mari and May), thank you for the meaningful insights, the unexpected laughter, and the undying support and love. You've added yourselves to the fandom chapters of my life story and I am forever thankful for each of you. I may not see your faces, but know that I see you and I appreciate you and everything that you do for the fandom, whether that is organizing projects or providing updates. It's the little things and gestures that matter the most.

Special mentions to @/InfoTZP and @/tzpsquads for sending me DMs after I sent out that Thanksgiving letter last month. Those DMs will forever hold a special place in my heart.

As a new year approaches, I'll carry forward the memories that I've created with you. May we continue to laugh and smile despite the troubles that came our way and will probably continue to come our way.

In a world that can feel chaotic and uncertain, your presence has been and will continue to be a constant source of light and love. December has been a mix of the light and the dark, but I'm glad that we stuck together and united against the dark forces. To quote one of my favorite literary characters (who shares the same name as me), Clary Fairchild: Alone, we're strong. Together, we're unstoppable.

Here's to the moments we've shared, the memories we've created, and the bonds that have made the latter part of this year truly unforgettable.

My dears, all I can really say is thank you! In the many years that I have been in multiple fandoms, I have never been in such a beautiful fandom like this. This is probably the one fandom that I'll forever treasure until time ends. I am lucky to have you (as virtual friends) and for sure, Taylor is lucky to have you who is always there to love, support, cherish and defend him.

Let's continue to share and express the mutual love we have for TZP, whether that be by simply appreciating how good he looks or thirsting over him on a feral level (oh yeah, I see TZP thirst posts daily), let's just continue to do it because it's one of my most favorite things about this little fandom family of ours.

The fandom is just as special as Taylor and I’m excited to spend the future loving and supporting him with you guys. The TZP squad is one of the best fandoms with the sweetest people and I’m just having a pleasant ride with you. I’m here for the long run and I promise to stand by Taylor and you guys until time tells me that it is already time to stop.

Wishing you all a new year filled with love, laughter, and the continued warmth of cherished connections.

I'll (virtually) see you at the fashion weeks, movie premieres and magazine photoshoots in 2024 ;)

All my love,

Clarissa

[ryndicate]

describe your moots in one word?

Oh shit here we go.

I scrolled down my following list so if we're moots and you're not here it's literally bc I probably don't believe you follow me bc I have set you on a pedestal of some kind. And if you're on here and we're not actually moots it's probably just because I really really like you and your blog 😅

@dark-mnjiro ~ psychic. Lee somehow knows what I like without me having to say anything, sends me manga panels that have me climbing walls when i’m on the cusp of zoning from boredom, and introduces me to characters that turn me into some kind of feral territorial creature howling to the gods about my love for a character ive literally seen two pics of. We went from non interactive moots not knowing each other to talking all the time on discord within a few conversations and now im like what would I do without this friendship? 

@knchins ~ supportive! We haven't been moots very long at all but you've been kind to me and my writing manic keysmashes despite the short time, but thats the vibe I've gotten! And you are responsible to turning my mind toward spoiled Reo brainrot, i dont think i will ever thank you enough for Renunion hehehe

@boosyboo9206 ~ safe. It's really easy to talk back and forth with you and i love the way my heart flutters when send me puppy pics and art of my favorite pairings because that alone tells me that you’re thoughful enough to be thinking of me, and I’m so grateful that you don't judge me for being so awful with communication lol.

@kingkatsuki / @kingkunigami ~ assertive. its like jo really has her own brand and always just seems so unshakable, has the patience to respond to the constant stream of blank blogs asking why they’ve been blocked like its not obvious already. i love knowing when i go to her blog that im going to see her being herself. on top of her fabulous writing of course, im on her blog more than its healthy to admit.

@killsaki ~ real. Every time i’m scrolling their blog i find something to either cackle or bite my fist about. Dal is my favorite blog for unfiltered thoughts about their faves and just their life in general. if we met in real life im dead certain they’d be a friend i could count on to call me on my bullshit

@cyancherub ~ vibrant. Everything cass does is done brightly with all of her love. Her interactions with her followers are so lovely and its easy to see how much she enjoys hearing from everyone. And I can trust her to put her whole pussy into any of her fixations, and her fixations are ~top~ tier. While you were sleeping is still easily my favorite thing she’s ever written, ive read it through like 4x and it still leaves me breathless with its characterizations, the descriptions that im not sure she was even breathing as she wrote them, the energy is so wild and intense, and yet how well thought out everything is on top of it! 

@iwaasfairy ~ talentedddd. Fairy is either making me wet with her writing or leaving me soaked with her art, living the life of being amazing at more than one creative outlet. I thank the universe that we’re friends and that she trusts me enough to send me the snippets that she’s working on and letting me howl at her in discord about how awesome her shit is. I get some of the first looks and I’m damn proud of that hehehe.

[ancient-reverie]

!THIS IS A SAFE SPACE FOR EVERYONE!

As long as you're not hurting anyone and/or it's consensual between human adults irl then you're welcome here. (the thought police are not here you're fine)

Bodily autonomy. Full send. Self harm and addiction isn't judged here.

Clearly NOT a space for terfs, bigots and exclusionists get fucked, or get schooled somewhere else I don't have the energy for you

This blog is the unfiltered and really hodgepodge content that our brain enjoys. Semi-serious. Important posts are reblogged here.

This is not a minor safe blog for multiple reasons, but it's not an 18+ only blog. We're not your parents, and DNI's don't work when they actually need to.

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{Main influencers: (Siruss) <Cory> -Mat- #Danny# -<Sam>- {Misc} }

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We have multiple and different genders and sexualities and romantic attractions.

Most of us are bi/pan sexual and romantic. The mains present as masc non-binary most of the time but don't care about pronouns. The default main identifies as genderfluid, and describes it as being all genders and no genders at once. Gender isn't real but I'm tryina paint u a picture of our vibe and don't currently have the vocab to use anything besides fem and masc even though those barely fit bc enbie is the main state of being. but if u kno u kno.

One of the mains (Pyro/Cory) is grey-aromantic.

One of the not-quite-main-but-always-around is on the ace spectrum and sometimes that affects all of us. (Grey-ace, sex enjoying, masturbation enjoying, not sexually attracted to anyone or anything, it's a situation thing)

Severe nicotine addiction across the board. Also we need our weed. It helps our physical disabilities and some of the mental ones.

feral-reverie is for otherkin/therian, weird aesthetics, and inhuman related activities

{Main users: (Siruss) )Grey( {Misc} ~{Tallia}~ &Hartley& -mat- }

mostfuckablecorpse is the spicy nsfw content with some fashion and pretty aesthetics

{Main users: (Siruss) #Danny# ~{Tallia}~ <Cory> -mat- }

clueless-wizard a meta rp blog from the pov of an old hermit who has no idea how to be a functional wizard

{Main users: (Siruss) {Misc} -mat- }

cannothelpmyselves vaporwave, synthwave, outrun, old web, strictly aesthetics and ~vibes~

{Main users: (Siruss) -mat- {Misc} <Cory>}

ritualis Sy's artsy and aesthetic blog bc he always ends up making his own lol

{Only user: (Siruss) }

canwesmokeinhere mat's side and aesthetic twin to suckfaggot but less venting and more funny hahas no content warnings here. mainly memes tbh

{Only user: -mat-}

dragonbile Cory's side. the not funny haha aesthetic twin of suckfaggot. it's tasteful and artsy at least, but gore warning for sure

{Only user: <Cory> }

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[textingaboutprometheus]

Tommy is on Escape Hatch and right away calls Harry Styles hot unprompted.

I love Tommy unfiltered and feral. That is the straightest guy with the most bisexual energy Jesus.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Hold on - you do hobbit match ups...babes sign me the fuck up!...if you don't mind

I'm genderfluid , though I come off more feminine. I have a pale olive complexion which makes my brown/black eyes pop with some pixie cut blonde dyed hair (I had a breakdown)I'm 5.2 , petite is the best way to describe my sature, I'm an artist , tattoos are the hope in the future , but I'm also learning pet grooming . I'm flirty and been told I'm a "bro", down to earth , and laid back mostly because I have no energy to put up a fight .I'm a "what you see is what you get" type of person, I'm always tired ...working on it , and my humor is best described as ...odd. I'm insecure , who isn't, but I'm getting more confident. I'm a biter and give great hugs lmao . I seem shy and mean at first glance , but get on my vibe and I'll be feral and a sweetheart. When tipsy I become unfiltered...which kinda makes me mean lmao hope this isn't too much love , have a brilliant week❤️

hi, I'm sorry but I actually closed matchups again already!!! I really love your vibe tbh and if I had more time, I'd absolutely write this and write more matchups in general but I sadly don't and I already have so many matchups sitting in my inbox and my drafts that I just can't take on more of them, sorry!! maybe try sending this to a different writer on here tho? I know a lot of others are doing matchups as well

[bakatenshii]

so I haven’t been on tumblr for quite a while ... it feels so good coming back and reading everyone’s new content. I did a lot of catching up with creators asks and can I just say that.. *tear fall* the people that I follow are so fucking understanding it’s soo heart aching reading your responses to people. Fuck if I could give u a hug I would. Whenever I pop by ur page I feel sooo safe. You’re ugjahdjs ... you’re literally a fucking angel

AHHH FIRST OFF WELCOME BACK BB! WELCOME BACK TO DA BLRRRR WE’VE MISSED U ON HERE HEHE <33

I’m so glad you feel safe here! It means the world to me when my own safe space is also comforting to others, I hope u enjoy ur stay hhh BUT ILL TAKE UR HUG, ILL ASTRAL PROJECT OVER AND ACCEPT THE HUG MERCI MWAH ෆ⃛(ˇᵋ ˇෆೄ

[rosykims]

i think we all collectively need to start appreciating hiravias at least 3000% more than we already are

[inkskinned]

recently i’ve been feeling this thing growing horrible inside of me like a wedge between all of my bones. a violent, cruel energy. the sharpness is unfiltered, the voice is wet and furious. 

energy cannot be created or destroyed, of course. this one feels horrible to carry, the kind of unshaped potential that demands a release. i have tried kinetic responses; have done my running and my planks and my holding on. i have tried meditation and soothing behaviors. i have tried it all.

i still feel that claw, an unspent scream in its most horrid little state. the skin of which is ugly, raw.

once, when i was like this, i cut all my hair off. once, when i was like this, i ate so much i threw up. once, when i was like this, i ran into traffic. once, when i was like this, i did so many bad things to myself to get it out that they had to take my hands away from me. it’s like i have to get it out by pulling, and the pulling is so violent, there’s no way to remove the splinter without also removing me.

i tell my friend. i’m gonna have to go into the woods and yowl for hours on end. then i will turn into a werewolf and run around and get leaves in my hair and you’ll never see me again. or if you do see me, i’ll be running amok in a cvs, holding a dead squirrel in my mouth, looking for vengence.

he covers my hand with his. “when you go into the woods,” he says, “take me with you. we will both scream, and scream, and scream, and then we will go home together. you can be a wolf in your own bed.”

so i will be a wolf in my own bed. we will find a way to get it out without opening my ribs. we will remove it under a full moon, and we will be feral, but we will no longer kill the girl wild on the altar of her own bones. we will raise her instead.

[willowbird]

can we get an Aaron POV of him beating the abuslute shit out of Jack in the locker room. i’m talking about slamming this boys head into the locker beating, he need kevin, matt and nicky to get aaron to stop and even then he still struggling to get more in till andrew comes into his vision. show me that same aaron from that secne in thanksgiving!!!

I am so SO sorry it's taken me so long to answer this!! Work was getting hectic and I was working on something else BUT now I'm for sure gonna get through the rest of these asks ^.^

Aaron losing his shit on Jack, huh? Well, we can sure do that ^.^ 

I changed a few things from your prompt just because as I was sitting down to write it made the most sense to me that if Aaron was gonna go after Jack it probably wouldn’t be about Andrew or Neil. Neil and Andrew take care of themselves, more or less, and if they can’t then they’ve got each other. Not that Aaron wouldn’t beat the ever-living shit out of Jack for doing or saying something to Andrew, but he just probably wouldn’t have to -- if only because Andrew doesn’t care enough about Jack to be affected by him. 

Nicky on the other hand...? Well, I’m a bit soft for the twins being protective of Nicky.

Warning for violence, depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts, triggering language. Take care of  yourselves.

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“Jesus fucking Christ. That was the most pathetic excuse of teamwork I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life, and this is my sixth year coaching this fucks-forsaken team.” Coach Wymack had just spent the last twenty minutes ripping all of them brand new assholes. They were all tired, they were all angry, and they were all ready for this day to be fucking over, but it wasn’t over until the Coach had had his say, so here they were -- sitting in the locker room, getting chewed out again. 

Not that they didn’t deserve it. Aaron knew they did.

It had been a brutal fucking loss. The Foxes trashed by some half-cocked team from Alabama. Even with Andrew actively trying to block the goal, there was only so much he could do when the other team’s offense kept breaking through their defensive line to swarm the goal. Matt was off the court with an injury, which meant the only backliners they had were Aaron, Nicky, and Keith -- the freshman backliner who still couldn’t figure out how to fucking pass to a moving target. 

Aaron cared less about the loss than he did about the cause for it, and not for the same reasons as half the rest of the team. 

Nicky had been all thumbs and no energy tonight, but that hadn’t been a surprise -- not to Aaron or any of the rest of the monsters. Nicky had been off for a few days, his usual chatty, chipper demeanor whittled down to strained smiles and shrugs in a way that the rest of the team had never seen before. Well, most of the rest of the team. Aaron had seen this before. Andrew had too. Neil and Kevin hadn’t witnessed it directly, but by now the other two “monsters” knew Nicky well enough to know this other side of him existed even if they hadn’t seen it. 

So yeah, he’d gone into this game knowing it was going to suck -- knowing that they might lose. Maybe that had been their mistake. He, Andrew, Kevin, and Neil had been distracted -- torn between concern for Nicky and the need to cover for him. The freshmen had been a nightmare about it and what the fuck even was teamwork. At halftime, the commentators had called it one of the worst performances by the Foxes in three years. 

Yeah.

But at least it was fucking over, right?

“Now get showered up and get the fuck outta my sight. I don’t want to see a single one of you fuckers until tomorrow -- yeah, that’s right, we’re having Saturday fucking practice thanks to that sorry excuse of a game you pissed all over tonight.” Coach glared at all of them in turn. “By tomorrow I expect Nolan and Fisk to get their heads out of each other’s ass and Hemmick?” The big man’s gaze landed on Aaron’s cousin and he felt himself go stiff. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Andrew stand up from where he was leaning against the lockers. 

“Learn how to be a little less fucking useless. I don’t know what the fuck has been up with you the past few days but get it figure the fuck out. You hear me?”

The first pulse of genuine rage ignited in Aaron’s veins. His hands curled into fists and his vision narrowed. Nicky’s quiet, tightly muttered, “Yes Coach,” was partially drowned out by the dull roar in his ears. 

Anything he might have said or done was stymied, however, by Andrew, who slammed his fist against the lockers, drawing everyone’s attention away from Nicky and onto him. 

“Coach, I think we need to chat.” By whatever magic Andrew had over everyone that made everyone automatically take him more seriously than anyone else, he had Coach’s attention, just like that. The man snorted then jerked his head toward the door.

“Fine, but make it quick. I need to try and block out what just happened.”

Coach and Andrew left the room. For a minute, there was a tense, weighty silence, then someone whined and someone else bitched and normalcy returned -- well, normal for a really shitty fucking day anyway. The women split off to their changing room to shower and get ready, and several of the guys did the same. 

Nicky remained seated, staring blankly down at his hands, shoulders slumped in utter defeat. That anger curled in Aaron again -- not at Nicky and not at the fucking game, but at Coach and the team for being so fucking stupid, and at himself for not knowing what the fuck to do about any of it. Nicky’s depression was an open secret among their group. It was something they all knew of but never talked about. This was probably the worst episode he’d had in years and Aaron just felt... fucking powerless. 

When they’d noticed it, they’d closed ranks around Nicky as a group and shut out the rest of the team in a way they hadn’t done since the cousins’ freshman year. None of them were soft enough to take care of Nicky in the way he probably needed, but Andrew drove Nicky to Reddin Thursday morning and Aaron and Neil joined forces in helping Kevin hold his fucking tongue during practices when Nicky struggled to keep up with the rest of them. 

It was not gentle support, but it was all they had to offer.

It just... wasn’t fucking enough. 

“Jesus, Hemmick, are you fucking crying?” Aaron jerked out of his thoughts at the sound of Jack Nolan’s sharp, mocking voice. It was edged with a cruelty that went beyond the typical assholishness of the Foxes. 

“What, forgot how to fucking talk too? Wow, you really are useless aren’t you?” Jack continued when Nicky only flinched at his ridicule and didn’t rebuke him like he usually would.

“Hey, Jack, leave him the fuck alone. You didn’t do so great out there yourself tonight so why don’t you worry about yourself,” Matt barked from where he’d been sitting through Coach’s dress-down. He was wearing his jersey but since he hadn’t played tonight there was no need for him to have to peel gear off or shower. 

“Whatever.” Jack rolled his eyes like a petulant fucking teenager, but the look he shot Nicky was all cold predator. “Why don’t you do us all a favor and just go kill yourself?”

Even over the exclamation of Matt’s reprimand, Aaron still heard Nicky’s breath hitch. He remembered, vividly, the night two years ago when he and Nicky had been drinking and he’d asked him ‘How the fuck did make it through? We were fucking assholes, we are assholes, and you still stayed.’ He remembered not expecting the answer he got. He remembered Nicky looking down into his drink and saying, ‘I almost didn’t. Probably the only reason I didn’t try to off myself again was knowing that if I did, you two would go to my parents and I... I couldn’t let that happen. Didn’t care about me, but I could care about you. Caring about you guys kept me alive.’

He remembered the sick feeling in his stomach and the way that knowledge cut through his buzz, striking him sober with one fucking word: again.

Aaron did not make the decision to grab Jack, or if he did it was overwhelmed by the roar of the monster under his skin as it surged suddenly up from whatever dark place it had been lurking since that violent, bloody night last November. All he knew was that one moment he was standing there, and the next he had his hands on something that needed to shut the fuck up. 

He only vaguely registered the shouts around him as he dug his fingers into Jack’s shirt and whirled him around. Then the only thing that existed was the feeling of flesh and bone and the slick of blood against his knuckles as he drove his fists into every soft part of the body in front of him as hard as he fucking could. Jacks hands scrabbled ineffectually at Aaron’s shoulders, then his face, trying to hit him or grab his hair or push him off, but for all that Aaron was a small man he was a fucking backliner for a reason and he threw every single ounce of his muscle into shoving Jack into the lockers. 

A second later he was on him again, taking a fistful of his hair so he could slam his head into the lockers until the fucker’s knees buckled and he went down. 

All he could hear was the rumble of rage in his veins. There was no thought, no goal, no understanding -- not of anything but the raw, unfiltered hate pouring out of him as he followed Jack to the ground. Distantly, he knew there was shouting or screaming -- that there were words being thrown at him and hands desperately trying to haul him back. He felt the fingers curling around his biceps and tugging on his shoulders. But his wrath was far too powerful and each time someone got a grip he was able to wrench free and use that momentum to land another hit. 

At one point a solid arm wound around his waist and hauled him up and away. A sound like a feral animal ripped from his throat as Aaron thrashed wildly, trying to throw himself back onto Jack. The man had stopped moving at this point but there was a wet, raspy sound coming from him that still spoke of life and maybe Aaron hadn’t consciously decided to keep going until it stopped, but the drive was there all the same. 

The rest of the room was hazy around the edges, people were blurs of sound and color. The only thing in focus was the wheezing form of Jack fucking Nolan on the floor, and Aaron fought viciously to get back to him, jerking at the arms holding him back, kicking and trying to lash out with all his strength. 

Until something blocked his view. And it took a minute for Aaron to recognize what it was. To recognize who it was. 

“A-Aaron. Aaron. Stop. Please. It’s o-okay. It’s okay. I’m okay. S-stop...” 

The rest of the world snapped back into focus at the sound of Nicky’s gasped, broken words. Aaron stopped fighting so suddenly that he and everyone trying to hold him back stumbled. There were three of them, he realized -- Matt, Kevin, and Dan. Neil and Andrew were flanking Nicky, the three of them blocking his view of Jack’s prone, gasping form but not actually trying to stop him from killing him. 

Nicky was crying, his eyes wide and his hands trembling as he held them out in front of Aaron, pleading him to stop. 

Aaron took a few more heavy breaths and realized he’d been panting. He looked from Nicky to Andrew’s cool, appraising stare, then to Neil’s similar expression before finally glancing beyond them to the mess that might have once been Jack Nolan. When he dragged his gaze back to Nicky, all he said was, “He shouldn’t have opened his fucking mouth.”

Nicky made a strangled sound, something between a sob and a laugh. Then he did something he almost never did and launched forward, wrapping his arms around Aaron in a tight hug. In a reflex that Aaron didn’t even know he had, his arms snapped around his cousin and he hugged him back just as fiercely. 

As Nicky sobbed onto his shoulder, Aaron looked over his hunched form and met his brother’s gaze. There weren’t words that could translate the look they shared just then, but if he had to label it, it might have been something like understanding. 

[deimcs]

thoughts on deimos alexios

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Thank you friend for biting the bullet and asking me about Odyssey ‘cause you know I would d*e for the Spartan siblings and I’m insufferable about it!

First of all I should say that in my personal vision of the game Alexios and Kassandra actually have distinct personalities. This is something that multiple playthroughs cemented for me and one of the reasons why I love them both so much. This is obviously valid for their versions of Deimos too. From now on I’ll call them by their name for easy typing but I’ll still be referring to Deimos!

As I see it, Deimos!Alexios is more angry and brutal than his counterpart who tends to be depicted as somehow more cunning and sadistic than anything else. It’s a subtle shift but it makes a world of difference, Michael and Melissanthi both did an outstanding job at characterizing them through their tone of voice and their different inflections. They are among my favorite voice acting performances for sure.

Alexios is gruff, you can actually FEEL the simmering rage underneath his every movement, his every word. His violence comes in sudden bursts, he shouts, he is erratic and when he lashes out he does so out of pure unfiltered fury. Maybe it’s silly but when I think about him in animal terms, I think about a lion or a tiger, something powerful with an imposing size; Kassandra is more viper like, lethal but quick and unpredictable. Still they are both ready to pounce at any given time.

My personal headcanon is that the Cult managed to break Alexios’ body more than his mind and viceversa for Kass. So past that rage and anger he is still actually that little boy from before, he carries out their orders with little conviction, he’s more driven by his own need to find a way to let out that restless energy and less by their actual doctrine. Obviously what he went through it’s still trauma, deep, life changing trauma. Even so this is not to say he would bounce back in a second thanks to “the power of love”. But it stuck with me, his feral nature opposed to Kassandra’s more malicious approach.

[thealiaamir]

Lilith

History:

Lilith was the original Eve, created from the same soil as Adam. Her name comes from the Babylonian “Lilitu” meaning “female demon” or “wind spirit”. When Adam insisted that he should be dominant, Lilith dared to question him. After all, they were crafted from the same Earth. She wished only to be equal, but was demonized for this. She was, thus, cast out of Eden. Allegedly, she created thousands of demon spawn and devoured infants by the bucketful. These accusations are falsehoods, crafted by those fearful of her righteous autonomy. Any havoc Lilith wrought was only out of woundedness, like the actions of a feral animal. She was shunned for speaking truth.

The “me too” movement is an expression of Lilith, where women show solidarity for the abuses they’ve suffered in silence. It is Lilith who exposes patriarchal corruption. Women become likened to banshees when they dare show rage. However, it would be limited to interpret Lilith only from the perspective of gender-based conflict. She is pure gut-instinct and extends far beyond sexual independence.

Lilith represents one’s ability to say “no” to what doesn’t feel right. She is pure root-chakra wisdom. The knowledge of the earth, muddy and messy. In one’s chart, she shows where you can become in-touch with your own body-wisdom. It’s this feeling in your stomach that says “heck yes!!!” or “this person makes my skin crawl.” Such intuition doesn’t align with left-brained, scientific modes of analysis.

The Signs/Houses:

Much like the asteroid chiron, Lilith represents a rejection wound in one’s chart. It’s where you speak your truth and no one wants to hear it. You put your heart on the line, but your desire for connection made someone cringe. You state your needs, and people ask “why do you have to be so difficult???” All you want is for someone to see the ferocious warmth beneath your intensity.

*if you have Lilith aspecting a planet, read the description for the sign it rules. Ex: sun would be Leo, Mercury would be Virgo or Gemini*

Aries/1st house: Daring to express oneself. The human embodiment of Lilith. Carnal. Someone who is known for butting heads with others. Notorious warrior. Fighting for the underdog is a part of one’s identity. Poster-boy of rejection wounds. Someone who feels like they’re “too much”, either bottling themselves up or living up to the expectation. Starting fights and then running to lick your wounds. Riling people up to get the negative attention you’re accustomed to. Truthfully, desiring authentic love that’s not based on filtering your personality into something more palatable.

Taurus/2nd house: someone who was told their desires are wrong. Being told you’re gluttonous for taking care of basic needs. Primal, all-consuming hunger. Eating disorders and shameful indulgence. A desire to consume one thing until you get sick of it. Ferociously guarding personal belongings and beliefs. Hoarding. A strong need to listing to one’s body, even if what it asks for doesn’t match conventional wisdom. Bullied for one’s weight. Earthly intuition. An unadulterated love for oneself that makes others uncomfortable. Intoxicatingly stubborn. Harsh & deep-set standards of morality.

Gemini/3rd house: saying things about people that hit a little too close to home. The thought process is primal. Knowing why people say the things they say. Reading people like a book. Ruthlessly pointing out falsehoods. Lilith is the trickster here, wearing many masks. Infamous for being inconsistent. Obsession with social dynamics, due to past rejection by “the tribe”. An outcast during school years. Extreme fear of missing out. Hiding taboo thoughts for fear of rejection. Unable to learn in a conventional fashion. Reading about the occult, depth psychology, myths, and anything else focusing on the core of human nature.

Cancer/4th house: the mother as an untamable Lilith figure. Standing up for one’s relatives. Someone with a dubious past. Mother was deemed insane or illogical. Black sheep. Feral obsession with comfort. Finding comfort in brutal honesty and ruthless emotional depth. Being deemed “impossible to live with”. High standard of living. Needing to set boundaries with one’s family and living situation. Controversial self-care. Knowing what truly matters. Fierce protector of the young and helpless. Savage goddess of the hearth. Periodic seclusion within one’s cave. Emotions take on a life of their own, going in bestial rampages.

Leo/5th house: Being ruthless becomes a game. The sin of unfiltered selfhood, becoming demonized for having fun. Toying with people’s hearts. Love/hate relationships. Compulsive validation needs. Hobbies may be taboo or the parents could’ve encouraged them to keep to themselves. Flames of desire emanate, pulsing like pyrotechnics. Rejected during childhood games. If they have kids, they’re likely the brutally honest sort. Children provide surprising bits of wisdom. This is someone who feels guilt for wanting to live a little. Unfiltered emotional expression can be too much for others. Heart swells at the slightest provocation. Needs to do what is simply in their nature, as those who matter will honor their authenticity.

Virgo/6th house: Compulsive organizational systems that seem illogical to others. Angry cleaning. Power of the gut-brain connection. Nature’s way of healing itself, clashing with the business of modern medicine. Disagreeable coworkers, or disagreeing with them yourself. Infamous at your place of work. The intestines strongly reject certain foods, so that you have to listen carefully. The diet may fluctuate daily. Acquired knowledge about nutrition and health may be of the controversial variety (carnivore diet, intuitive medicine, low oxalates, etc). Routines which may appear feral, but ground one in their body. People may take your high strandards personally, as they don’t know how to set boundaries themselves. A knot in your stomach tells you if something isn’t good for you.

Libra/7th house: Others are a mirror for the part of you that possesses unabated self-knowledge. Attracted to people ruled by irrational instinct. Must be careful to set clear boundaries in interactions with others. Compulsive need to interact and form partnerships, which may overwhelm others. Wild charm. Demonizing others. Wanting someone to teach you how to think for yourself. Partner helps you return to & nourish your body. Guttural wisdom exchanged in daily interactions. Best friend is someone incredibly grounded, who lives authentically. You demonize or idolize those who think for themselves.

Scorpio/8th house: psychoanalyzing others before they can do they same to you. A lifestyle that allows for a great deal of secrecy. Obscure & impenetrable. Unreavealing of cavernous depths of feeling, because they fear no one is brave enough to explore these shadows. Making people uncomfortable by purging every secret at once. Being abandoned once you reveal your true self. People offering “gifts” with treacherous strings attached. Unhealthy relationship dynamics- one person is running while the other is chasing. Being stalked or doing the stalking. Unearthing other’s rejection wounds. Shamanic. Concealed impulses. Instinctual need for closeness, where everything is shared. Their “soul mate” is someone ruthless.

Sagittarius/9th house: Too much to handle. Cycles of binging and purging. Living a life of excess. May attract questionable travel companions. Worldview is based on sharing hard truths to all who will listen. This is not someone who minces their words, though they’ve been told time and time again to keep their mouths shut. Their opinions are of the controversial variety, though they are rarely wrong. Arguments are a playground. Saying “no” to the religious doctrine pushed upon you as a child. A skeptic, because they know better in their gut. Higher education brings out compulsive tendencies. May confront teachers & all traditional knowledge. Tearing self-proclaimed gurus down with sharp wit.

Capricorn/10th house: Social pariah. Sex symbol. Businesses that involve female empowerment. Glitzy. Destined to become infamous. Dense and frenzied energy remains when you leave the room. Man-eater. Insatiable need for recognition, tearing one’s way through the corporate ladder. Symbol of truth. Breaking out of the box society has placed you in. The father/dominant parent may have been a “difficult” person. Lack of respect for false or corrupt authority. Innate power. “Bad cop”. Sticking it to the man. Fear of subordination. Intimidating competence and confidence. Cimmerian. Public symbol of authenticity. Honest evaluation of societal structures. Organized chaos.

Aquarius/11th house: Friendship isn’t taken lightly. May associate with controversial people. Freaks. Love/hate relationship towards humanity. Scaring aqaintances. Inundating society with knowledge they’re not yet ready for. Untethered. Jealousy towards those who meld into groups, causing them to further isolate. A reject, estranged from reality. Diabolical. Deep desire to be included. Obsession with what everyone else is doing. Violent subcultures. Strangers invading the native’s personal space, or vice versa. Electric compulsions, jolting the native out of old ways of being. These sudden consciousness shifts perturb others. Radical awareness of the body. They’ve been told to keep their visions of the future to themselves. The divine feminine is crowned in a fluorescent blue halo, lifted above the earth by undulating nimbus clouds.

Pisces/12th house: Beastial dreamscape. The Feminine Wild is both feared and revered. Fantasies of standing up for yourself. Trouble accessing your instinctive and earthy side. Conduit for collective delirium. Dissolution. Substance abuse. Ignoring instinct is your self-undoing. Surrendering autonomy. Deemed too hysterical, sensitive, and irresponsible. Freedom comes from claiming spiritual dominion. Knowing what your dreams and subconscious yearnings mean, becoming defensive when people dismiss your interpretations. Crawling out of your skin. Arcane knowledge via escapism. Odd methods of psychological mending.

[canvasofthecosmos]

Lilith- Truth Coming out of Her Well to Shame Mankind

(Painting by Jean-Léon Gérôme)

History:

Lilith was the original Eve, created from the same soil as Adam. Her name comes from the Babylonian “Lilitu” meaning “female demon” or “wind spirit”. When Adam insisted that he should be dominant, Lilith dared to question him. After all, they were crafted from the same Earth. She wished only to be equal, but was demonized for this. She was, thus, cast out of Eden. Allegedly, she created thousands of demon spawn and devoured infants by the bucketful. These accusations are falsehoods, crafted by those fearful of her righteous autonomy. Any havoc Lilith wrought was only out of woundedness, like the actions of a feral animal. She was shunned for speaking truth.

The “me too” movement is an expression of Lilith, where women show solidarity for the abuses they’ve suffered in silence. It is Lilith who exposes patriarchal corruption. Women become likened to banshees when they dare show rage. However, it would be limited to interpret Lilith only from the perspective of gender-based conflict. She is pure gut-instinct and extends far beyond sexual independence.

Lilith represents one’s ability to say “no” to what doesn’t feel right. She is pure root-chakra wisdom. The knowledge of the earth, muddy and messy. In one’s chart, she shows where you can become in-touch with your own body-wisdom. It’s this feeling in your stomach that says “heck yes!!!” or “this person makes my skin crawl.” Such intuition doesn’t align with left-brained, scientific modes of analysis.

The Signs/Houses:

Much like the asteroid chiron, Lilith represents a rejection wound in one’s chart. It’s where you speak your truth and no one wants to hear it. You put your heart on the line, but your desire for connection made someone cringe. You state your needs, and people ask “why do you have to be so difficult???” All you want is for someone to see the ferocious warmth beneath your intensity.

*if you have Lilith aspecting a planet, read the description for the sign it rules. Ex: sun would be Leo, Mercury would be Virgo or Gemini*

Aries/1st house: Daring to express oneself. The human embodiment of Lilith. Carnal. Someone who is known for butting heads with others. Notorious warrior. Fighting for the underdog is a part of one’s identity. Poster-boy of rejection wounds. Someone who feels like they’re “too much”, either bottling themselves up or living up to the expectation. Starting fights and then running to lick your wounds. Riling people up to get the negative attention you’re accustomed to. Truthfully, desiring authentic love that’s not based on filtering your personality into something more palatable.

Taurus/2nd house: someone who was told their desires are wrong. Being told you’re gluttonous for taking care of basic needs. Primal, all-consuming hunger. Eating disorders and shameful indulgence. A desire to consume one thing until you get sick of it. Ferociously guarding personal belongings and beliefs. Hoarding. A strong need to listing to one’s body, even if what it asks for doesn’t match conventional wisdom. Bullied for one’s weight. Earthly intuition. An unadulterated love for oneself that makes others uncomfortable. Intoxicatingly stubborn. Harsh & deep-set standards of morality.

Gemini/3rd house: saying things about people that hit a little too close to home. The thought process is primal. Knowing why people say the things they say. Reading people like a book. Ruthlessly pointing out falsehoods. Lilith is the trickster here, wearing many masks. Infamous for being inconsistent. Obsession with social dynamics, due to past rejection by “the tribe”. An outcast during school years. Extreme fear of missing out. Hiding taboo thoughts for fear of rejection. Unable to learn in a conventional fashion. Reading about the occult, depth psychology, myths, and anything else focusing on the core of human nature.

Cancer/4th house: the mother as an untamable Lilith figure. Standing up for one’s relatives. Someone with a dubious past. Mother was deemed insane or illogical. Black sheep. Feral obsession with comfort. Finding comfort in brutal honesty and ruthless emotional depth. Being deemed “impossible to live with”. High standard of living. Needing to set boundaries with one’s family and living situation. Controversial self-care. Knowing what truly matters. Fierce protector of the young and helpless. Savage goddess of the hearth. Periodic seclusion within one’s cave. Emotions take on a life of their own, going in bestial rampages.

Leo/5th house: Being ruthless becomes a game. The sin of unfiltered selfhood, becoming demonized for having fun. Toying with people’s hearts. Love/hate relationships. Compulsive validation needs. Hobbies may be taboo or the parents could’ve encouraged them to keep to themselves. Flames of desire emanate, pulsing like pyrotechnics. Rejected during childhood games. If they have kids, they’re likely the brutally honest sort. Children provide surprising bits of wisdom. This is someone who feels guilt for wanting to live a little. Unfiltered emotional expression can be too much for others. Heart swells at the slightest provocation. Needs to do what is simply in their nature, as those who matter will honor their authenticity.

Virgo/6th house: Compulsive organizational systems that seem illogical to others. Angry cleaning. Power of the gut-brain connection. Nature’s way of healing itself, clashing with the business of modern medicine. Disagreeable coworkers, or disagreeing with them yourself. Infamous at your place of work. The intestines strongly reject certain foods, so that you have to listen carefully. The diet may fluctuate daily. Acquired knowledge about nutrition and health may be of the controversial variety (carnivore diet, intuitive medicine, low oxalates, etc). Routines which may appear feral, but ground one in their body. People may take your high strandards personally, as they don’t know how to set boundaries themselves. A knot in your stomach tells you if something isn’t good for you.

Libra/7th house: Others are a mirror for the part of you that possesses unabated self-knowledge. Attracted to people ruled by irrational instinct. Must be careful to set clear boundaries in interactions with others. Compulsive need to interact and form partnerships, which may overwhelm others. Wild charm. Demonizing others. Wanting someone to teach you how to think for yourself. Partner helps you return to & nourish your body. Guttural wisdom exchanged in daily interactions. Best friend is someone incredibly grounded, who lives authentically. You demonize or idolize those who think for themselves.

Scorpio/8th house: psychoanalyzing others before they can do they same to you. A lifestyle that allows for a great deal of secrecy. Obscure & impenetrable. Unreavealing of cavernous depths of feeling, because they fear no one is brave enough to explore these shadows. Making people uncomfortable by purging every secret at once. Being abandoned once you reveal your true self. People offering “gifts” with treacherous strings attached. Unhealthy relationship dynamics- one person is running while the other is chasing. Being stalked or doing the stalking. Unearthing other’s rejection wounds. Shamanic. Concealed impulses. Instinctual need for closeness, where everything is shared. Their “soul mate” is someone ruthless.

Sagittarius/9th house: Too much to handle. Cycles of binging and purging. Living a life of excess. May attract questionable travel companions. Worldview is based on sharing hard truths to all who will listen. This is not someone who minces their words, though they’ve been told time and time again to keep their mouths shut. Their opinions are of the controversial variety, though they are rarely wrong. Arguments are a playground. Saying “no” to the religious doctrine pushed upon you as a child. A skeptic, because they know better in their gut. Higher education brings out compulsive tendencies. May confront teachers & all traditional knowledge. Tearing self-proclaimed gurus down with sharp wit.

Capricorn/10th house: Social pariah. Sex symbol. Businesses that involve female empowerment. Glitzy. Destined to become infamous. Dense and frenzied energy remains when you leave the room. Man-eater. Insatiable need for recognition, tearing one’s way through the corporate ladder. Symbol of truth. Breaking out of the box society has placed you in. The father/dominant parent may have been a “difficult” person. Lack of respect for false or corrupt authority. Innate power. “Bad cop”. Sticking it to the man. Fear of subordination. Intimidating competence and confidence. Cimmerian. Public symbol of authenticity. Honest evaluation of societal structures. Organized chaos.

Aquarius/11th house: Friendship isn’t taken lightly. May associate with controversial people. Freaks. Love/hate relationship towards humanity. Scaring aqaintances. Inundating society with knowledge they’re not yet ready for. Untethered. Jealousy towards those who meld into groups, causing them to further isolate. A reject, estranged from reality. Diabolical. Deep desire to be included. Obsession with what everyone else is doing. Violent subcultures. Strangers invading the native’s personal space, or vice versa. Electric compulsions, jolting the native out of old ways of being. These sudden consciousness shifts perturb others. Radical awareness of the body. They’ve been told to keep their visions of the future to themselves. The divine feminine is crowned in a fluorescent blue halo, lifted above the earth by undulating nimbus clouds.

Pisces/12th house: Beastial dreamscape. The Feminine Wild is both feared and revered. Fantasies of standing up for yourself. Trouble accessing your instinctive and earthy side. Conduit for collective delirium. Dissolution. Substance abuse. Ignoring instinct is your self-undoing. Surrendering autonomy. Deemed too hysterical, sensitive, and irresponsible. Freedom comes from claiming spiritual dominion. Knowing what your dreams and subconscious yearnings mean, becoming defensive when people dismiss your interpretations. Crawling out of your skin. Arcane knowledge via escapism. Odd methods of psychological mending.

[dteam-thecollective]

Even more God AU content: Text Post Edition! 'Read more' doesn't seem to be working, so I'm really sorry for this wall going on your dashes. I'm just very into working on this AU right now and want to share it.

Gods

Dream, formerly an Earth Elemental, he proved his worth to the Old Gods and was granted divine status. He became a god of wisdom, of shadows, and of dreams/nightmares. He seems to be having a bit of trouble keeping the citizens of his world in line right now, but very soon there shouldn't be any issues.

Sapnap, a god of war, loyalty and brotherhood, and the son of an Arch-Demon (which has led to some more violent tendencies than Dream would like to see from him). A bit of a pyromaniac, and a longtime friend of Dream's.

Philza, the "Angel of Death", the father of Chaos and Bloodshed, unofficial adoptive father of the human Tommy. Extremely unhappy with the way his kids have been treated on the SMP (and wouldn't you be?)

Wilbur, Chaos given physical form; after he destroyed L'Manberg, he begged his father to kill him. His father relented, but couldn't bear to permanently part with Wil, so he cut a deal with the Old Gods to allow Wilbur to return as a nature spirit. His former powers were spread amongst the other gods and spirits to prevent the world from being completely corrupted by unfiltered Chaos energy.

Techno, the Blood God. He's surprisingly human most of the time, but when it becomes too much to ignore, he's known to go completely feral, blinded by his bloodlust. Phil seems to be the only one able to stop it outright, but there are a couple gods who are able to give him a run for his money.

Skeppy, a trickster god, and a god of ores, particularly diamonds. Bound his soul with the Arch-Demon BadBoyHalo long ago, but recently this bond means a lot more than normal due to rules in Dream's world. It may pose some problems for Bad in particular.

Nihachu, a goddess of justice and liberty, with an affinity for botany. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty (in more than one sense) but is always certain of her judgement before punishment is dealt. Promised to Puffy, and helped her care for Dream without spilling his secret, in case he wanted to tell her himself.

Humans

Puffy, once took Dream in when he was briefly stripped of his powers as punishment, and they've seen each other as sort of an unofficial mother-son duo ever since.

Tommy, one of very few people capable of befriending the god of Chaos for an extended period. His main role models since joining the server have all been gods, specifically chaos incarnate, a ticking timebomb of potential murder, and manipulation central, so it's a surprise to literally everyone that this kid hasn't died yet.

Sam, tried to be a good, human role model for Tommy, but Tommy seems to prefer the company of gods over any humans on the SMP at this point. Not that Sam was really in a much better situation anyway, allied with a god, an Elemental, and an Arch-Demon, building an inescapable prison to hold... someone for the server's owner.

Punz, the only person on the server, human or otherwise, that has consistently remained loyal to Dream since being welcomed there. Is currently working as a spy for him.

Alyssa, hasn't been seen in a long time, but was a human friend of the Big Three's

Demons

Schlatt, a demon of Persuasion. Started his time on the server fairly normally, but after his election, something happened to his powers that caused them to weaken. He believed it might have something to do with that boy in his Cabinet that had started growing horns when he'd joined the server, but he never found out for sure before his death.

Bad, an Arch-Demon, and father to the god Sapnap. Bound his soul to that of the god, Skeppy, effectively immortalizing himself so long as Skeppy doesn't lose his will to respawn. Recently, their soul-bond was weakened when Skeppy was corrupted by the Egg, so Bad has been doing everything in his power to try to reverse this corruption.

Quackity, a shape-shifting demon who ate the heart of his ex-lover, the dead former president, in a manic episode. Because of this, their souls began to fuse (different from being bound), and lately it seems as though Schlatt's soul has become the bigger influence on Quackity's actions.

Nature Spirits/Entities

George, a Water Elemental; originally allied with Dream, but currently works with El Rapids

Antfrost, an Air Elemental; allied with the Badlands

Fundy, born a Fox Spirit; his father is the Chaos god, Wilbur, and after Wilbur's death, he inherited quite a bit of his power.

Eret, an unaligned Fae. They will take the offer that benefits them more, which is why they've flipped sides so often.

Hbomb, a Cat Spirit that has grown rather attached to Fundy

Purpled, an End Spirit; alignment unknown

Callahan, a Tree Spirit; seemingly allied with the Badlands

Half-Things

Tubbo, half-demon, but no one knew he wasn't human until a couple years ago when he started to grow horns, during the Schlatt Administration. They're still under the impression he might be the child of some unknown nature spirit due to his influence over animals, or maybe they're just in denial.

Ranboo, clearly half-enderman, but no one is quite sure who his parents are. Phil also finds the fact that Ranboo's right eye is green instead of purple as an enderman's should be rather interesting, but has chosen to keep quiet.

Karl, knows he's a demi-god, but has no recollection of who either of his parents actually are. Regardless, his friends accept this claim, and Sapnap and Quackity have vowed to help him discover who his parents are.

Jack and Connor are humans, and Ponk is a Demon, but I feel like don't know nearly enough about the three of them to accurately write their character descriptions.