#god what else is there to say I think the peice speaks for itself

[last-thursday]

I coloured this on a train %3333%3 ( ()[__]_[__]_[__]_[__] ( * * * * * * * *

HANDS SHAKING, CARRIAGE ROCKING, and I’m colouring Hinata Shoyo of the dirt in the miraculous colouring book

[squeiky]

The realization that my all is never enough.

Idk, i drew an entire vent peice about how i keep seeing my favorite artists im inspired by, talk about people "finding meaning in their art" or "making fanart" or "talking about how much peopel are inspired by or love their work"

And idk, i may just be a selfish, egotistical cuntwad, but i get so depressed and envious and mad, every fucking time.

I was warned by the internet "dont compare yourself to others! The numbers dont matter. Do art for yourself and then people will follow." Ect, ect. But what they failed to consider, is that there was a 3rd , secret posion called "productivity". The ability to DO, in and of itself.

Ive recently come to the devesating realization that all my hard work, my artworks, my experiments and love- is all for naught on every platform i go to. I've listened to the "number dont matter" but why the fuck is it so hard to get ATLEAST more than 10 notes? On all of my 3 platforms?

So far, the only people keeping me a float, continuing to strive and continuing to post, is my mutual(s) who have actively supported me.i love em', and i hope to god im not undermining their support.

But somedays when i see people go "oh, i love the feeling of when people notice details in my work!" "Oh i love the fanart!" "I love the keysmashing or the emojji smash or" bla bla bla.

So far, my art, on every platform goes one way. Tumblr: 90% posts are under 10 notes or at a bare max, 20. No comments or tags. You get one post per few months that does super well, and people reblog, comment, tag and like.

Insta: 90% of posts are under 10 notes (total), with the maximum being UNDER 20. No comments (excluding freinds or mutuals who comment). One reel, or post does exceptionally good, rarely happens.

Bluesky: just started it, so not much info, but its similar to everything else stated above.

Deviantart: more or less the same.

Its normal right? Im not going insane right? Or am i addicted to the dopamine rush? Am i a lunatic for wanting people to speak and say something? Am i too socially akward? Am i not doing enough? Am i not trying hard enough? Am i just lazy? Is it because i try too many new thinga? Do i take to long? Is it because im not intresting? Do people just not like my art? Am i not good enough?

Why cant i get someone to say something? Do i have to go viral every fucking posts? Do followers not mean anything? Do people not care? What do i have to do? What do i have to do to make people like me??

I dont want to sacarfice my artistic vision, i dont want to sacarfice my integrity just to pump out the same, quick slops of art just to get interaction. I want to be proud of my work. I want to love my work and what i do. I want to put my blood, my soul, my emotions, my sweat and tears and joy and everything into what i do.

I want someone to fucking notice.

Tumblr is killing me, instagram is killing me, bluesky is killing me. Nothing is working.

Im tired of scrolling through my artblog and seeing nothing but 0 notes. Im tired of thinking nothing matters. Im tired of being fatigued, of not being able to finish work fast enough, of feeling like im never enough.

I dont WANT to attach this blog to my art blog because i THOUGHT that if i didn't attach it, i could grow a following of my own. I didnt have to associate myself with a messy, emotional, reblog heavy, blog like this. But i guess thats what i have to do to get a comment. To get a little a fucking reblog. Or a tag.

I gotta have a mental breakdown and go "please please please say SOMETHING"

IM AN ARTIST NOT A FUCKING PRODUCT. IM NOT MADE TO BE CONSUMED IM HERE TO MAKE SOMETHING WORTH TALKING ABOUT.

Im done. I leaving the internet for as long as i need again.

I want to love my fellow artists and be happy for them again. Im tired of this bullshit.

[redhawtriot]

Shinsou Shits (Bakugou x Reader)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

Well, I fucking watched the Heroes Rising Movie today and just when I thought that I couldn’t love the feral ass Bakugou more than I already do—

BAM!!

Straight in the feels.

Also, Thank you so much anon for requesting this and appreciating my writing! PS I totally outed myself as a person with random ass ships in this peice LOL

HnM💕

Hey I’m big fan of ur writing and I have request for Baku x f!reader prompts : 4 and 5 pls: “I really don’t think children are in my future.” “Well… that was almost cute.”

Bakugou and you were on what you liked to call the “Shinsou Shits” duty—the painstaking chore that you and your friends often drew lots, or played “rock, paper, scissors”, or “nose goes”, or performed some other desperate measure to get out of doing.

You loved Mina and Shinsou to death—and would happily take a bullet for either one of them; however, this type of cruel and usual punishment could have even the strongest of wills wishing to bite the bullet.

“Why are ya’ talkin’ to the air, weirdo? There is nothing there, you know,” little Kanjo Shinsou sneered at the scared boy from atop the playground slide. His wild, purple mane crowded to one side as he tilted his head into a questioning glance.

The terrified boy under fire clenched his shaky fists, “Y-yes there is… you’re there!” he threw a quivering finger toward the other side of the playset where another Shinsou was approaching the group. A devilish flare emitted from his golden irises as he neared with a smirk.

Kanjo didn’t even bother throwing a glance toward his twin brother as he chastised the little boy, “How am I there, if I am here, stupid?”

“T-there must be two of you!” the little boy squeaked as his eyes flew back and forth from the brothers.

“Two of me?! Ha!” The younger twin, Kaijou Shinsou threw his little body upon the slide to sit next to his brother on the tube, “Did ya’ hit your head this morning, or somethin’?”

The two boys gave eerily synchronized giggles as they both looked down upon the frightened boy.

“HEY!” you frantically called out from across the park, “Kaijo! Kanjo! Get down off of there right now!! You’re gonna fall!” you desperately pleaded.

Kaijo’s voice was the first to squeak up “We won’t fall, Auntie!” his face fell into an annoyed expression as he turned away from you. His aunt, Y/N just had to ruin all the fun and call them both out by their names.

“You could always come make us get down!” Kanjo teased before sticking his tongue out at you. Your eyes instantly narrowed into sharp slits. Never have you wanted to violently snatch somebody by the tongue so badly.

Kaijo seemed to be rallied up by his bother’s bravado, “Yeah, come and get us!” he sang, his black encrusted eyes darting to his older twin for approval.

All of a sudden you heard a series of explosions go off, before the flash image of your husband flew past you— rocketing toward the top of the playset, “LISTEN TO YOUR ELDERS, YOU DAMN BRATS!”

The children hardly had anytime to react at all—let alone scream— as Bakugou grabbed the both of them by the backs of their shirts and yanked them from the top of the slide. The man plopped the two kids onto the sand at the foot of the playset on their bottoms, “Now, don’t get up there again, or else,” he glowered over them.

The two children looked absolutely terrified, “Y-Yes, sir.” “Yes, Uncle Bakugou!”

Of course as, soon as Bakugou turned his back to walk back toward the park bench where you were sitting, the twins’ respectful demeanors had already fully melted away, replaced by their usual plotting smirks, and soon enough they were already on their way to torturing another kid.

You stood in awe as you watched Bakugou proudly march back toward the park bench that the two of you had claimed for the evening, “Wow. I wish they listened to me like that,” you breathed before plopping yourself back down onto the bench.

“You just have to show ‘em who’s in charge,” Bakugou replied with a small, pleased smirk, “Better yet, I should have just let the little shits fall down. Maybe then they’d learn their lesson,” he crossed his arms as he sat down next to you on the bench. You noticed that he scooted himself a bit closer to you after realizing that he was a little too far.

“Jesus, Katsuki. They are just four years old!” You argued with a laugh. The man only scoffed in return as his face hardened into a glare at the playground. Suddenly something caught his attention again at the top of the tall tube slide—two somethings to be exact.

“HEY!” He loudly barked, causing the twins to jump a little on top of the tall playset. Your heart fell down to your toes as you noticed little Kaijo loose his balance on top of the tube.

“I THOUGHT WE TOLD YOU TO GET—”

Kaijo’s small body suddenly fell down to the bottom of the playground wih a loud ‘thud’ as the sand aggressively displaced itself around him.

“KAIJO!!” both you and Bakugou were already on your feet; however, it was Kanjo, who reached his brother first as he desperately slid down the pole of the playset,

“Kaijo!” he quickly reached down and hugged his brother into up into a sitting position, “Are you okay, ‘bwuther’?”

Kaijo’s yellow irises, seemed to be a little dazed until he shook his head, sand flying out from his messy, purple mane as he refocused his mind, “Y-yeah, I’m okay!” he smiled brightly, leaving you to give a deep sigh of relief. Suddenly, your heart was filled with pride as the older twin helped his younger brother up and began dusting the sand off of him.

“Awh…” you leaned up against Bakugou to ingest the touching moment as a sweet smile graced your expression.

Suddenly an evil glare reappered within Kanjo’s eyes, “Let’s go put sand in that girl’s doll’s head!”

“Woah! You’re so smart Kanjo! You have the bestest ideas!” Kaijo gave a gleeful laugh, before the two ran off toward the swing set to meet their next pig-tailed victim.

“Well, That was almost cute…” you grimaced as Bakugou angrily marched to catch up with the two menaces. He swiftly redirected their schemes toward something less sadistic and returned to you back on the bench not too long afterward.

You gave a deep sigh, “You’re such a natural, babe. But me? They don’t even take me seriously at all. Even just watching you do all of the babysitting is tiring. Jeeze, I… I really don’t think children are in my future,” you frowned as Bakugou’s eyebrows fell even deeper together.

“Shuddup,” he exclaimed as he threw an arm behind your shoudlers to rest on the back of the bench, “You’re gonna be a great mother.”

As soon as the words left this mouth your heart squeezed into your throat, “W-what…?” the two of you had never even mentioned having kids… ever! What did he mean you were going to be a great mother? He wasn’t planning on leaving you or something was he??

“You got sand in your ears, too? I said you’ll be a great mom,” he repeated as his gaze stayed fixated on the Shinsou twins on the see-saw, “Our kids won’t be as terrible as these brats though.” He decided.

The two of you sat in a thick silence for a few beats before you found the courage to speak up, “I didn’t know you wanted kids, Katsuki,” you half-whispered as your throat was still constricted from the shock of his words.

Suddenly, your husband turned his head so that his gaze could meet yours. The setting, evening sun ignited even the slightest embers in his warm, crimson eyes. They seemed to be scanning you up and down as if he were searching for a hidden message in your expression. His eyebrows very seriously furrowed together as he regained heavy eye contact with you, “Of course I want to give you a Bakugou,” his low voice softly reverberated in your ears. His eyes never fell away from yours as he stared at you.

An instense chill fluttered from the base of your neck, down to your toes, back up to your heart  as if it were trying to defribillate your shocked being. C’mon, heart! Work again, dammit!

“OH my GOD!” you gasped as your face flushed into a deep heat, “D-d-don’t say it like that!!” You hid your overwhelmed, flame-filled face in your hands as Bakugou roughly stood up—startled by your suddenly stunned aura.

“WHAT?! Say it like what?! How the fuck else am I supposed to say it?!”

Kaijo and Kanjo Shinsou: the sons of Mina Ashido and Hitoshi Shinsou. Quirk: Acid Trip: they can use the vapors of the acid secreted from their palms to selectively alter the mind state of their opponents. Their vapors give off a severe, disorienting psychedelic propertythat leaves their opponents easy to influence. My OCs from a lil “next gen” project I’m workin on.

[gigis-ff-blog]

Hey might as well.

A Little Slice Dreams: The Meta Knights Play a Fun Game of Uno

What could go wrong? Those poor knights asked themselves this question as if nothing could.

But Everything. Everything could, will, would, and did absoluteley go wrong.

They sat around a giant round table in the lounge of the Halberd, soaring at least 200 feet above sea level. The night was cold, crisp, and dark. Sword, Blade, Captain Vul, and Sailor Dee sat on one end of the table. Across from them were the four main Meta knights: Axe, Javelin, Mace, and Trident.

Sailor and Mace were determined in their craft. It was down to one of them in their anxious, sweat driving game. The winner would receive a delectable frozen trophy. The looser would have to watch in tears as the winner took the glory.

It was down to two cards for each player. But it was Sailor's turn. The fee slammed down a turn skip card And gave a sickening grin at Javelin.

"No...NO!" Mace shivered in his seat.

Sailor started cackling as they held up their last remaining card.

"I hope you have good cards looser!" Shouted Sword, while Blade babbled in an incomprehensible accent, basicly stating the same thing.

"This is too much! I think im gonna drop dead!" Axe flailed around the table.

"I think you and Mace gonna have simultaneous strokes after this." Javelin said in their robotic tone.

Yeah your screwed, signed Trident.

"I'll be right back I'm gonna go get the reward for Sailor." Vul stated in an almost certain tone.

Sailor ceased their cackling and drew a deadly glare at Mace. As if their eyes shot daggers through Mace's soul.

"Uno..."

Sailor slammed a draw four on the table, prompting Mace to dramaticly scream "no" and cry, slamming his fists on the table.

"I-I was so c-c-close...WAAHHHH!"

"You challenged Sailor in uno. You knew what grave you were digging yourself into," Axe said, "and speaking of digging into things!"

Vul brought out Sailor's reward. An ice cream parfait stacked a mile high, dripping with fudge and marshmallow coating. The frozen Vanilla custard sat delicately above the hot brownies under it, and under that, the crunchy crumbs of canoli crust. Chocolate decoration perched itself on top of the display like a fine peice of jewelry. The reward was perfect in every way. Fitting for a satisfyingly sweet victory in an uno game.

Mace continued to cry as Vul handed Sailor the ice cream. As the glass was handed to them, Sailor's eyes lit up.

"Thank ye Captain!" They elongated every vowel in appreciation for their edible trophy.

"I'd say you earned it, 'Sir Uno champion Sailor Waddle Dee.'" Vul spoke to Sailor but looked at Mace as he continued to weap at his loss.

Blade and Sword cheared on Sailor as they scarfed down the whole desert like Kirby inhales a whole feast, while Tident, and Axe sighed in second hand defeat and consulted Mace as he sobbed. Javelin cheared on Sailor as well.

"WOOO! GO SAILOR!"

"H-H-Hey! Y-Your supposed to be rooting for m-m-me. Sniff."

"You didn't win."

As Sailor finished the dish. They realized they left the chocolate decorations for last. They thought that this would be such a great time to rub it in Mace's face that he lost with the chocolate.

"Hey Mace."

"H-huh?"

"Look."

Mace thought he knew what was going on. "YOU WERE THE NICE ONE DON'T TOURTURE ME LIKE THIS!"

"Here." Sailor gave the knight a chocolate decoration. "For you, because ye played good."

Mace's eyes lit up. "R-really?" He stifled a sniff. "For me?"

"Yeah. For you."

"Oh your too kind. I..."

As Mace took the chocolate, a hint of fear went into his eyes. The symbol on it sent a chill down his spine.

"Vul..."

"Yes Mace?"

"Which freezer did you get this ice cream out of."

"Why the one in the lounge of course"

"The mini blue freezer or the big silver freezer?"

"The mini blue one with all of bosses ice creEAAM OH SWEET NECRODEUS WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

Blade turned sharp to Vul and panicked, falling backwards into an incomprehensible blabber.

Sword shook. "THATS BOSS'S ICE CREAM FRIDGE!"

"You stole Meta Knight's ice cream?" Cried Javelin.

Trident signed an oh no in shaking paws.

"We're all gonna be dead by dawn in our stone graves! And the writings gonna say we died cold and chocolatey!" Axe shouted.

"He's gonna kill me the most I ate the damn thing!" Sailor squealed and almost started to cry. They sweated up a storm in their anxiety.

Vul attempted to be reassuring. "He will not kill us for one mess up." The captain wasn't to sure of this. "I'm sure everything is going to be-"

A door slammed open to reveal an enraged pair of golden-red eyes and a maskless, meta knight wearing them, and pink bunny slippers and a fluffy robe.

"Who..."

"Oh no."

"WHO!"

The shout sent echoes through the room. Cracks formed on the floors, walls and cealing. Some of them went tumbling into the hallway, others flew out of their seats. The glass that contained the ice cream hit the floor and shattered into a million pieces like a golden glass mirror.

Sword, like everyone else, was horrified of consequence. He jumped up on the table, cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled "SCATTER!" As though it were some kind of party with alcohol and the police just got there.

Everyone ran in different directions. Sword and Blade searched for hiding places, Mace and Javelin jumped to the ceiling. Trident and Axe tried to break a window so that they could fall into the orange watters below. Vul and Sailor darted into the hallways, not looking back to the flapping sounds that echoed through the battleship.

Sailor took a sharp left and shakingly pulled out a phone from their hat. They searched through their contacts to find people that could save them from whatever punishment they would face.

Kirby was unavailable, probably sleeping. Bandee was also probably sleeping. Or training at three am like an insane person for that smash bros invitation. Dedede was the only person that picked up. In the background you could hear some trash comedy in the most of a clear crunching of popcorn.

"Yo."

Sailor spoke in a hushed yet anxious tone. "Sir, ye gotta get over here and help I think we're gonna die!"

"Did you steal his ice cream?" A crunch was heard clearly.

"It was an accident we were just-"

Vul's scream came blasting through the halls.

Sailor had a mild panic attack. "OH SHIT! CAPTAIN!"

The phone dropped to the floor and rattled. Dedede, on his end, looked at the phone with utter confusion and hung up.

Vul was backed into a corner by the furious borb, spoon in one paw.

"Do you know how long it took me to make that? THREE DAYS!"

Vul took hold of a nearby pipe and found to it for dear life. Eyes wide fearing death.

"I was saving that for today specificly! I was going to watch Mama Mia!

"Oh God sir I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't give me back my ice cream Vul!"

"WAIT!"

Sailor came running out of the halls and in front of Vul to protect him.

"It was an accident sir. We were just playin a game and he grabbed the wrong ice cream. Don't hurt em!"

"Why... would I hurt anyone...I'm just angry."

"You look like you're gonna f%#king kill someone!"

Vul stepped out of his "gripping onto the pole for dear life" position just to scold Sailor for swearing. "Hey! What did we talk about?"

"Oops. Sorry." They turned back to Meta Knight.

"I... apologise if I seem a little harsh. It's wrong to terrify someone in the middle of the night over something so minuscule." Meta knight held his paw out for Vul to shake."Is all forgiven?"

Vul was more than relieved. "Absoluteley sir!"

Meta knight looked at the bird andd produced a laugh, but in the middle of it they stated most seriously that "You owe me another bowl." This didn't ease the captain's fear.

"We still have the ice cream we didn't eat in oyur fridge," Sailor stated, "you can have that."

Meta Knight turned. "What flavor is it?"

"Vanilla with chocolate and marshmallow swirl."

"I'll take it...but..."

Sailor was confused. "But what?"

"Due to my outburst I would find it fair that I would have to earn the desert, rather than just taking it. Besides, I'm DVRing the movie so I can watch it later."

"Wait wait wait. Earn it how?" The captain let go of Meta's hand and looked down at the small, Kirby esque orb.

"I'm thinking...Uno?"

Sailor's eyes sparkled. "Now that's a chalanged! You're on!"

[littlemunchkitty]

Gee why am I not surprised you have a shitty attitude towards reposting fanart. The vast majority of art that gets reposted comes from artists from Pixiv. Artists who don't speak much, if any, English and may not even be aware their work's being shared. Most of these artists do have very clear "DO NO REPOST" signs on their pages. If you don't know where it comes from, don't post it? It's not anyone's God given right to repost art that doesn't belong to them.

How do you know where THIS person who was put on blast by some random anon got their art from? I looked at the blog and those are google image addresses. They are just living a life with pretty art they see. Not making money nor claiming it as their own. Literally suck it up and deal with it yourself and stop trying to get everyone involved. If art gets stolen, tough shit it's the internet. You have the legal right to post whatever you want. But if someone takes it and reposts it as theirs yet doesn't make money off of it, you legally can't do shit. You can ask tumblr to take it down but they aren't binded by law to do so. Fix it if it bothers you. You can't stop the billions of people on the web from doing whatever the hell they want to. It's not your right in any capacity to complain about public domain non copyrighted art that isn't yours. If you post fan art without a copyright on public domain, you are subject to having it stolen. If you want the law involved and to make it actually illegal to steal your art, then go copyright it. Unless of course your inspiration for a peice of art is already copyrighted material. Logic trumps your emotions. Sure it sucks to get your art stolen and you may feel pretty bad, but legally it's not valid in court because you publicly posted it without copyright. It's the same reason you can't get in trouble for posting memes. It may be someone else's intellectual property, but it isn't and can't be copyrighted. And as a matter of fact putting them on blast is harassment. And that's more annoying than hearing someone having their art stolen. Making everyone else have to hear about it. Im not defending art theives. But im also not defending the loudmouths who don't know when to keep a situation private. It's a worse situation when you involve the fandom and add to the toxicity by creating a shit mountain out of a mole hill. Also if you think my additute is shitty, then you are going to struggle with people in the real world. Not everyone is fakely optimistic like the people on tumblr. So moral of the story, if you happen to get your art stolen ON TUMBLR. Just report them and stop "signal boosting" them. It adds unnecessary fuel to the fire. Just like the situation with bre-lla. They stole art. Fine, but instead of making a giant shit storm. Just contact tumblr and block them. Here's a story guys. In the case of shadman, some of you may know him. He's in legal trouble. Not for the loli porn but for a picture of a roblox character in gang attire. Roblox is copyrighted material and they are suing him and have shut down his website I believe. It may be his fanart. But it's still not intellectually his. Public people can take his art and repost it. But he can't sue cause it's not intellectually his (most of his characters are fan art of different series) He can ask that they take it down and they may out of good will. But if they are on a private website without a company host. They don't have to. Tumblr on the other hand will do something about it. But they don't legally have to. Rejet can sue most everyone here if they wanted to but they don't feel like it and they encourage it. You can say "mine" on a peice of fan art because they don't care. But technically it's rejet's intellectual property, and, if they wanted, can sue you for that. Another story. The first woman to find dna did not get her noble peace prize because she had her research stolen and submitted before she could. But she couldn't prove that it was hers and she didn't have anything legally binding her to the research so legally it was fair use. Eventually she was going to be recognized after the story broke, but she died and you can't recieve a noble peace prize post mortem. But even so, the men didn't get theirs taken away. Many inventions and patents can be patented by the "theif" who took them with no legal repercussions. Maybe a smack on the hand but nothing serious. This has happened before. 2nd Moral of the story. Not legally yours not technically theirs. But by the power of public domain, there is little you can do in the case of art theives unless you'd like rejet to sue both of you and demand it be taken down. 3rd moral: Stop making a mountain out of a mole hill. You won't do anything but split the fandom between those who agree and those who don't. There's no reason to blast people other than attention. 4th moral: most companies don't care too much about fan art because it's impossible to police over public domain. But that doesn't make it your intellectual property just because they are too lazy to do anything about it. 5th moral: fan art is technically a breach of copyright because if you take someone else's character and say it's that character it's still not your original thing. Imagine an art thief steals the mona lisa(assume leonardo davinci copyrighted it) and draws a moustache on her. Is it really not Leo's anymore? And if someone steals it from them, can they really go and sue the other guy? That's why i hate the complaints of art thieves. Draw what you'd like post what you'd like but the internet isn't a protective domain. Unless you've created and invented something. If someone steals from you against COMPANY policy. Then deal with it quietly with the company and the person. It may be upsetting but the law doesn't deal with upset. Unless you are upset with a copyright. Aka large companies like YouTube and Disney. Once something enters the public domain and not a second later it is 100% fair use by EVERYONE on the internet. Morally you can be upset but literally and legally no you cannot. Which is why the ones who complain bother me the most. It's like they have no understanding of the fair use laws or when something becomes public domain/fair use, copyright breach, or ect. Conclusion/TL:DR,Fanart itself is a breach of copyright whether the company cares or not. Posting said fanart to a public domain such as a public blog on public social media without a copyright=fair use. Meaning legally there is no art theft. Saying "don't repost my stuff" won't hold up in court. Dragging everyone in the fandom through YOUR mud and having people pick sides and splitting the fandom all for attention of this one person instead of maturely going to this person and Tumblr to solve the problem is a much a problem as the "theft" in the first place. Essentially this is one large moral cluster fuck. And LEGALLY this is the answer. I don't care what your morals say. I personally won't steal art because i have no desire to post art. But those who do, depending on what is being stolen, might have the legality of fair use on their side and copyrighted material against you. You can be sued by the company of the fanart you created but you cannot sue someone for taking it. Ps Tumblr has no jurisdiction over pixev posts and vice versa. Someone on pixev stealing tumblr posts can get away with it and someone on Tumblr stealing pixev posts can get away with it. Speaking in legal terms. Pss stealing an oc is entirely different because you are the sole creator.

[crazed-ramblings]

Crazed D&D Ramblings 1 - Creation

Think of the two most fundamental building blocks of nature. And when I mean fundamental, I mean absolutely fundamental. Not space, not energy, nor the strings that make up the rest of the things in between. No. The two most fundamental ideas are that of Everything and Nothing. It's best to think of these two demi-planes as two bowls. In one bowl, the Nothing. Literally nothing. Empty, vast, infinite, waiting to be filled. In the other, Everything. Literally every idea that ever has been, is and will be. The ideas that never came to be. The Ideas that never belonged. Even the idea of Nothing, the very consept of emptiness, contained within the Everything. Possiblity and Potential. One day, eternaty, and instaint, the Everything filled the Nothing. This compact infinity suddenly found a space to seperate, and it rushed out like a great waterfall (Or, outside of the bowl metaphore, you could say that this compact everything suddenly "boomed" into a vast, infinite space.) All ideas poured out into the newly created universe. Those with shape, form, logic, and understandability, tended to drift 'west'. Those without true form, without an idea to hold them together, raw, and limitless drifted 'east'. Some things mixed, not entirely seperated (We'll go more in-depth into that later). the 'west' world became known as the "Law" plane, and the 'East' became known as the "Chaos" plane. Some scholars and artists have refered to them by the names given to them by their inhabitants; The Astral Sea and the Elemental Chaos. The Astral Sea and all of the ideas that flowed out of it winded out like a river in the cosmos, dispensing stardust and stone into space. The dust collected, heated by preasure and speed, and became the Stars. Stones collected into many planets, moons, and collections of asteroids. And slowly, as these things came to being and the mindless but lawful universe was coming to shape, an idea flowed through the world. Late to this budding universe, it found home with the stars and energies and colieded with them, forming something spectacular. This idea's name was "Inteligence". It coilided with stone, fire, space, gravity, every lawful thing, and it slowly created Gods of these energies. Gods of the Suns, born with an inate understanding of their domains. And they florished, sharing these ideas, combining them, and reveling in their power. The Elemental Chaos and all of the ideas within it spread like an uneven fire, pouring out wherever it may chose. Yes, some logics and familiarities are found within, the most common that we can identify are the Four States of Matter (And their subsiquent traditional Elements); Plasma and Fire, Gas and Air, Liquids and Water, Earth and Solids. But while these are the most understandable and identifiable, we know even today how difficult it is to understand their exact formation and structure. Most of the energies in the elemental chaos had no form or even pressance, yet they changed violently into things with massive forms and an inescapable pressance that consumes everything it touches, sometimes even changing what it touches into itself, absorbing it into it's being, then flashing out of exhistance once again. An idea flowed into this realm as well, being quickly adopted by several energies and finding a new form in it, and an idea requireing a new word; "Voromniacy" Voro (l), Devour, Swallow, Greedily Eat Omnia (l) ; Everything, Completely, Perfectly Voromniacy (noun); A deep desire to own something, especially for the purposes of destroying or deconstructing it. Voromniac (informal noun); Someone possessed by voromniacy "The rich voromniac baught and burned a "Superman #1" before a croud of nerds." "The voromniac bought several unique watches online, disassembled them, and created a totally unique watch from the origional selection. He then stored the parts for later use. (In this instaint, the watches where indeed deconstructed. That is all that is required for Voromniacy, the search for an item to destroy it). The matter became semi-sentiant, possessed with the yurning to destroy everything they saw. Voromniacs by nature, they looked on, across the vast emptiness, and saw the Astral Sea. They wanted it. Needed its energies and materials. So they took lightning and made it into dowels. They took fire and moulded it into any shape. With Water they made rope, and with stones they made fixings. With their elements and of those we do not know, they waged war on the Astral Sea. The destruction was terrifying. Gods who were slain left their domains to their kin, or were lost all together, powers left without a ruler. Elementals who where slain had their foreign material adopted and forced into law wherever it could fit, or cast out if they could not. The gods took this chaos and wrapped it in law, and gave it the idea of "Serve". These being, chaos wrapped in law, became Angels. They, filled with Fire and Ice and Storm, fought back against the Elementals. But the elementals were too rabid, and their lines pushed further and further in. Soon, the gods needed something else, something greater, a different idea. So they took the bodies of the slain Elementals, and with as much law as they could muster, they focused on a single idea to hold back the enemies; "Control". And so, from this unholy union of the most powerful Law drenched in the most ravenous Chaos came a god of many names, though we shall refer to him as Asmodeus. Asmodeus, being a being born of Chaos, yet a servant to Law and Control, looked upon the Elemental Chaos the same way the Elementals gazed upon the Astral Sea; He wanted what they had. So he did what the gods had never done, and worked backwards from their creations. He took law, and instead wrapped it in chaos. If chaos wrapped in law makes an Angel, then taking law wrapped in Chaos will create a Devil. Devils waged war along side Angels, but they took whatever power they could, from angels, elementals, and even fallen gods. The lines were being pushed back, but as Asmodeus was reclaiming the Astral Sea, he kept a large portion of the Elemental Chaos and adopted it, creating the Nine Hells of the Astral Sea. This is his domain, where devils are born, raised, trained, and tortured into submission under their lord of control. The gods became worried. Asmodius was being too controling, even trying to order the other gods and take as many domains from fallen gods as possible. The gods conspired against him, and locked him in the deepest depths of his creation, the Nine Hells. The devils too where locked away, and thrown to the far side of the Astral Sea. Meanwhile, the elementals had pulled back parts of the Law and material of the Astral sea, and began experimenting. They took a large glob of the law, and gazed upon its wonder. They saw some pieces too bright, and flung them away into parallell space. They took the peices too dark and shoved them away too. What was left was the Material Plane, the Mortal Plane. Earth. The other two would become the Possitive and Negative Energy planes, worlds not of Chaos or Law. The gods saw this creation. They saw the potential. They saw greatness. They agreed upon one idea, one last decison. They would wage war on this plane, for whomever controls it controls all the planes. And so they dropped down unto the earth, and waged war. But the gods had a secret. They bent down to the dust and stone and trees, and different gods whispered different words to them, words of Power, words of ideas. "Sturdy" said Moradin to the stones, who became Dwarves. "Swift" said Corellon to the wind, and came the Elves. "Strong" said Grummush to the stagnant swamps and pools of blood, and came the Orcs. "Clever" said Yondalla to small critters, and changed they into Halflings. And to the dead god of men, who hath no name, and who's word is unknown, came Humans, known only for two things; Living short, but extremely potent lives. (Most smart men who know of these tales agree that the word is "Choice", but they know not who said it, nor to what. Men come from everywhere, and seek everything, worship whomever they wish. The scholars do not know, but druidic circles say that men, along side the rest of the animals, where a creation of Nature. But, as you will come to read, when nature forced the gods out, the primal spirits agreed to shout "Choice" as one, and so men sprung from every corner of the world.) As spoiled above, as gods fell and mortals died, their blood and tears sank into the ground. Finally, an idea came not from the gods, but from the spirits of mortals and animals. A word of power so potent, it changed the course of the war. For mortals do not believe in the power of a single word, or a single voice. They believe in the power of many voices, and many words. The primal spirits speak in poems. "BEGONE, FATHER CHAOS AND MOTHER LAW. LEAVE US ALONE. YOU ARE BANISHED FROM WALKING UPON THE EARTH. NONE OF YOU SHALL ENTER. GO BACK TO THE CORNERS OF THE UNIVERSE FROM WHICH YOU CAME. FOR WE HAVE WEPT, AND WE SHALL WEAP NO LONGER. *BEGONE* AND NEVER RETURN. " And so, the Gods and Elementals where Banished from the planet. And, for a still moment, nothing moved. Not the seas, not the wind, not the mortals nor the creatures of the sky, land or deep. All was quiet. The earth was free.