Le Chaos Realm

Just a boi on da internet

[hangsawoman]

me when i go walking on sunny days and end up on a tree lined street and look up at the gaps of sunlight and miss you more than anything

[starrytones]

@jamesthedegenerate

[jamesthedegenerate]

Awwe samee bestie

[lara-cherriinie]

it was kris’s idea btw

[jamesthedegenerate]

@webyboi us dude

[3000-200-grains-of-salt]

this is what ive gathered about deltarune based off of my dash

[starrytones]

@jamesthedegenerate pls tag our son or show this to him lmao i don't have his tumblr

[jamesthedegenerate]

@webyboi my son. Look your hyperfixation. Its the thing you like

[starrytonesart]

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

The bottom half of the reference (last pic) is by @mellon-soup , I found it on Pinterest, so please let me know if anyone knows who else I should credit! This is a fun little trend that's been going around for a bit on instagram

[jamesthedegenerate]

It was tons of fun! Though the fact that i finished my half in like 40 mins and you like 4 hours will never not be hilarious to me.

But hey it turned out fucking awesome. Thanks @starrytonesart

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

What is time to an Old God?

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System Report ???

>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."

"Regardless, we are stable. TOmorrow is quite a day huh? It was such a day. I don't know if we will find yesterday's record of it but even Xenon's wanna take a look." "Ahh that guy. The whole lead on this operation. How many instances since he came along?" "47 trillion" "Hah! of course, I remember showing up on the first instance, and we had to wait another couple quadrillion instances till he came along." }}}}

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" do you feel sad that no one else sees this?" "A little bit its kind of comforting too you j=know" "How so?" "The fact that this corner of yours is yours alone and I'm here with you." "It helps Body cope with it all" "Mhm. With all the Old Gods out there, and the Machines and the humans, it really does feel like a lot." "I can be whoever I wish. Even you." "Maybe that's the freeing thing. Not bound by the reality that Body lives in. Here it's the stuff of nightmares and dreams." ........ ..................................... ............ ............... ...... . . . ........... ... .... .. ................ woah look what i can do "Indents" "Yep!" "I don't have much else to say. DO you?" "No not really. Guess Body is just doing it for the sake of it."

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<Blissful Pain> 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. She found herself in an enclosed room. Almost like a cave. The walls were jagged and rough. Moist and slippery. Though the floor made of pristine cut marble, its craftsmanship rivalled the gods themselves. The ceiling stretched high above into the darkness. She wasn’t sure if she was in a cave or a hole. A statue stood before her. Made of pristine marble at the top. Slowly as it went down the edges roughened up and the colour faded into that of the walls around her. It was beautiful in every possible manner. It was a statue of a person in light clothes. They sat in a throne, their hands resting on the arms of the throne. The expression on its face sour. They wore their hair short, to shoulder length. Glasses, rectangular, sat atop their bridge and eyes stared forward past her. Always. It was as if she would remain in its periphery. The only peculiar thing about it was that it bled from its wrists and eyes. Tears in blood. An effigy trapping someone in. The statue trembled ever so subtly. ‘Was someone trapped?’, she asked herself. She took a step forward and in front of her a marble tile rose up from the ground. It had a pristine knife. A blade crafted exactly for her hands. Smooth curved edges met jagged and tough edges. The handle made of fine leather comfortably rested in her hands. She didn’t even realize she’d picked up the knife. On the table sat a note. Hurriedly written, and written in blood. “Give me your flesh I will be free. I give you my blood So, you exercise your freedom.” She stopped. A voice screamed,

“BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL” BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL BRICK WALL The voice had consumed her mind. The only thing she had in it were the words “brick wall”. Again, and again the same words, slowly distorted into garbled noise. Now just shapes burned into her mind. By the time she managed to shake the voices away, she saw herself in the statue’s lap. Her guts splayed out in its arms. Blood covered every surface of the statue’s body now, except its face. All exposed flesh screamed with a burning sensation. As if she was gasoline with a nervous system. Her vocal cords, now under her control vibrated and tore. Her voice starting as an ear-piercing wail fading to more blood. It’s blood and hers now mixed. Its wish fulfilled. Her intestines splayed out undulated with still digesting food. The gurgles one could hear in their stomach were crystal clear to her. Her liver slowly writhed, and the stomach squeezed periodically. Her face had lost much of its volume and the skin tugged at her bones. Her breath came ragged and scattered. She could feel her lungs fill up with blood. Her eyes turned to her heart. Beating to that strange rhythm. She didn’t want it anymore. The pain had now taken a backseat. Her heart ached with fear and loss. So, she held it firmly. The beating wriggled in her hands, and she tore it out. Arteries ripping open and veins falling apart. Eventually all sound stopped. Blood covered every bit of the walls and floor. All that was left was her hand up against the crying statue’s face with the heart still beating against the stone.

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<Control>

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. Being alive was always confusing to her. What counted as her being alive? Her heart thumped. What about the people in brain death then? They’re dead but their heart beats. ‘No. Not now.’ , she thought. ‘I can’t think of this right now. I’ve got more important things.’ She sat in the layer below the palace. The first basement. She sat on a chair. Working on a desk with words written on papers, and strange symbols written. She continued to write and write. No words spoken for centuries. The voice in her mind merely a substitute or replacement. She didn’t know what she sounded like. Forgotten. Continuing to write she felt a constant pain that appeared on her body. First on her back, then her abdomen then her thighs. Lifting up her shirt to see the same writings and symbols being etched into her flesh. Blood dripped and nerves screamed. Flinching from the sight she wanted to stop. But it seemed her hands were not hers. She was just there to witness her body using her. “The mind must be the master of the body.” Bullshit. ‘They’re two halves of the same whole.’ She thought. Finally, her hand stopped. Time had passed. She didn’t know how much but it did. Her hand finally under her control. She felt joy at the fact that she was finally back to her senses. That was extremely strange. She brought her hands close to her face, to lean in and kiss them. Vindication at last. She felt her control over her body vanish and her hands lunged for her face. The smile on her face gone as fast as it came. Catatonic, she watched her hand grab her by the head and twist it vertically. Neck snapping, all thoughts ceased.

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<Masks> 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 centermost 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.

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.

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<Great Expectations>

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.

[starrytonesart]

Pro Hero!Tenko Midoriya meets Musician!Touya Himura

(from my "Midoriya Brothers AU". click and zoom for better quality!)

[glassfrogforest]

[old-school-romantics]

[starrytonesart]

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 :/

another variation! it looks like some anime character but i dont remember who-

[starrytonesart]

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

this is the transgender flag in disguise! feel free to download, and please reblog if you do! more are on the way :D

[jamesthedegenerate]

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Damn