Le Chaos Realm

Art collab with my beloved @bugs-loves-pancakes (aka @jamesthedegenerate ), this was so much fun hehe

This section of space-time is truly mine. Visitors aren't expected but welcome nonetheless.

>starting instance >opening int.mono {{{{{ "Well that just happened." "What did?" "That! The Relief." "Ohh yeah I see it now. How do you suppose Body's dealing with it?" "I dont suppose its all too sad about it. So it's good right?"

"In the long term it is I guess. But for now we seemed to have stabilised. Thank the Heart that she doesn't have to write out all the code manually. Oof would that be a pain." "Yeah. Because more is going on code wise that all the caches are filled to the brim. We had 200% RAM consumption not too many instances ago."

Flickering lights and confusing pathways were the only thing she could sense. In a massive palace that “belonged” to her, eternally alone. It sat atop a hill that saw a lick of light. Surrounding it was a massive sea of black. Writhing and twisting. It undulated a screech. Sound was too graceful a word to describe this void. Looking past the darkness meant looking past herself. But her self was vast. She barely comprehended the extent to which she was. How could she. It was dark. In the centremost chamber of the palace, that seemed to stretch on forever, more massive than the Palace itself sat a colossal heart. Beating to a rhythm ingrained in it from eons past. Thumps echoed through that chamber. Shaking the entire island. It danced to a Ravenous Song of Life.

She found herself in a room full of people. They wore masks. Typical of people. Always to wear masks. She was the only one without a mask. Or so it seemed. People had glasses and were dressed in suits and dresses. Beautiful from a distance. They mingled and danced as gracefully as possible. Every move swift and gentle. From a distance it looked beautiful. She approached one of the men dressed in the suit and mask. The mask depicted a massive smile stretching from ear to ear, and beyond. The slit she could describe as a mouth stretched all over the skin of this man. Hiding behind the suit. Her attention fell to the suit. It wasn’t made of cloth. It writhed slowly. Pulsing with a rhythm same as that heart. Tiny hairs grew out of the black surface. Covered with pores like that of real skin and wrinkles which showed how old this façade was. All the while the man slowly began to reach into his mouth. It stretched open, undulating a grotesque fleshy inside. Lined with eyeballs, hairs and immeasurably many teeth, he pulled out a mask. Identical to his face. That smile unsettled her. She realized what he was trying to do and backed away. She said but one word. “What? No!” The man stopped. Catatonic. When she got far enough away he resumed his dancing. Now that she was far enough to avoid him but within hearing distance. He spoke very strangely. As if radio static messy and unclear, recordings of human voice poured out of his orifices. His mouth stood still. She was beginning to feel. She didn’t know what, but she felt something. She didn’t like it. Spending what felt like years in this ballroom she was beginning to lose herself. She began to avoid going near these things. She had good food and water seemingly endless. Time passed and she slipped. Deeper and deeper into this place. Entranced by the static she began to sway along. Her sense of self vanishing like sand in the wind. Centuries passed and she continued. She never noticed her muscles stretching and twisting into a wicked smile. Ear to ear and beyond. Her skin turning paler by the second, and soon enough it resembled the masks of these people. She began to choke as things started to grow inside her throat. Slimy spheres and jagged rock. Tiny whisps. But she didn’t flinch. She did not notice her body turning black as coal, with white stripes running down the middle. Patterns emerging like embroidery on a suit. Her clothes slowly consumed by decay she shed her inferior self. Finding a glass she finally joined in the dance. Now time had stopped for her because her mind did too. Mindlessly joining and leaving dances. She saw a girl. She looked so strange. She had these coverings on her body and her skin shone tan. Wearing winter clothing that had gone through some wear and tear. The girl approached her. Confused and scared she examined her. Her hands reached up into her mouth and it undulated. Filled with eyes teeth and hair she pulled out food from her stomach. As soon as it touched her the slop of acidic, partially digested food coalesced into a mask. It rose out from her mouth and her hands began to reach for her face. “What? No!”, the girl exclaimed. And backed away. And she wandered off.

Flickering lights and confusing pathways were the only thing she could sense. In a massive palace that “belonged” to her, eternally alone. It sat atop a hill that saw a lick of light. Surrounding it was a massive sea of black. Writhing and twisting. It undulated a screech. Sound was too graceful a word to describe this void.

Looking past the darkness meant looking past herself. But her self was vast. She barely comprehended the extent to which she was. How could she. It was dark. In the centremost chamber of the palace, that seemed to stretch on forever, more massive than the Palace itself sat a colossal heart. Beating to a rhythm ingrained in it from eons past.

Thumps echoed through that chamber. Shaking the entire island. It danced to a Ravenous Song of Life. Deeper underground the Palace basement stretched on for even huger distances. Separated in levels, it dwarfed the hell crafted by our gods. This wasn’t hell. How could it be? She wasn’t dead. She won’t be dead for some time more. Alive. Dark. A liquid blackness surrounded her. It felt sticky. Not like it was alive, but adhesive. It burned her nose to smell. A putrid smell with notes of singed flesh emanated from all around her. The liquid surface stretched on for lightyears.

Like a nebula made of eternal dark. Akin to Jesus walking on water, she too walked above this ocean of adhesive tar. Though, her feet pulled her down with every step, wherever she tried to go.

Like a rat stuck in a rattrap, she continued her futile pursuit of moving ahead. What did moving ahead even mean? There was no direction in this place. No up or down or left or right. She began to feel nauseous from the smell and she was about to pass out. Just when she was about to fall,

A stone pedestal found its way to brace herself and not be consumed by the tar. Upon closer inspection she looked at the pedestal on which stood a whisp. A small flame that sat upon a candle.

The candle placed in a holder made of brass. That was the only source of light and colour in this place and the holder shone with a small reflection. She could see herself in the holder. Her image all distorted; she couldn’t recognize her own face. Who was she looking at?

That thought resonated in the space she stood in. The liquid began to rumble, and the  fire began to rise up. It grew in size to the point she could see the tar. That abhorrent tar reflected the worst qualities of this light.

She heard someone speak. “WEAK”, it shouted. That voice was familiar, but she could not put a finger on who it was.

“Worthless”                          “Why do you even try?”                      “it’ll all go to shit soon enough. You cannot do anything”                          “They wanted so much from you” “Your fault”                            “You are forever in debt”     “And you will die unsatisfied”

It continued. Soon faces began to appear in the tar. It twisted to form into her face. But not fully. Distorted. Like broken records spoke, they repeated the same things. The sound growing louder and louder.

And the sun that was the whisp morphed into a mother. A mother made of pure light. She, in her blazing visage looked down at her. The mother looked down at her and a slight smile rose. Just her mouth. On a featureless face, but that smile bled tar. The heat began to ignite the tar smile and fiery drops descended down.

Whatever time existed in this place began to slow to a crawl. She saw the mother smile down at her and the ignited drops of liquid fire crawled down. It felt mesmerizing. The fire seemed to burn away all the haze that she had.

And before she knew it she stood in a sea of fire. Flames licked her and took her flesh away. Bit by bit. The fascination slowly turned to the sorrow that came with losing one’s body. She knew this mother did what was supposed to happen. And that she will be gone soon.

Singed flesh and burning blood hardening to brimstone,  she looked at her fading self. Sorrow was a complicated term to her now. It encompassed so many emotions now. Satisfaction, joy, gut wrenching pain, flesh ripping anger.

All contained in that one word.

The last of her flesh turned to ash but a single eyeball made of flame. It stood on nothing. It defined the space it was in. Nothing but it, stood.

Pro Hero!Tenko Midoriya meets Musician!Touya Himura

a vague attempt at a subtle bisexual phone wallpaper, i wanted a sort of cyber city look but im not so happy with this one :/

i made a collection of artworks a couple years back that were subtle pride flag designs that could be used as phone wallpapers, so im doing them again this year!

i wasnt really happy with the ones i made back then, so I'll add a bit more personality to each new piece, though its more like making art using pride flags