Historias de Greyscale

Valued at nearly 400 million dollars one of the world's largest and rarest pink diamonds, the Aetherius Aurora was stolen from the BNP Paribas SA bank in Paris, France, by the infamous gang, Blackpink. A week later, rumors in Busan say that Blackpink is selling the diamond at a street race. Tasked with finding and retrieving the diamond, the agents of team Exo are thrust into a world of street racing, midnight clubs, and gangs. However, the various personalities within team Exo threaten not only the mission, but the team itself. -discontinued inspired by: jisoosthumbs (The Diamond Race) original story on Ao3 by: Greyscale cover made by: @Kecstasy

he always saw the greyscale before his eyes. never before did he see one sight of colour. or he has the greyscale and needs to find his soulmate to see colour. soulmate au with a bit of a twist on it sorry this doesn't say who has the greyscale i kinda want it to be a surprise

"Nothing that is baseless can be allowed to exist." "But since when did the clear report of one's senses become invalid? This child is right here, can't you see him? There he goes running again, barely avoiding a nasty fall as he takes an unwise step. He gasps as he realises what happened. Can't you hear him gasp? No, you cannot. You cannot hear him because the authorities do not recognise his existence." "I often wonder, did they foresee or plan us anyhow? This equivalence of proof and being, this omniscient bureaucracy we have today?" "There is no way to tell the entrance of this room from the exit."

When we live to be remembered we are left broken. Once apart we drown deep near death into the world of the forgotten. Memories fall rampant and burn through flame before the citizen rapture as we are left to murk in the underbelly of the darkest keep. Ashes adorn you when all you have to dream feels bleak and obsolete. [ Media drawn from outside inspirations, ownership belongs to respected talent. Literary work by Ayer Eternal ]

**Previously tilted: TGS Great Adventures: The Story of Fairytopia** The world of Fairytopia and the lives of it's people, as well as the kingdom of Taiyō and Lunalia, are put into the hands of the 6 legendary heroes: Natasha/Elina, Aidan/Peter, Jade, Ollie, Tommy, and Sophia. These people may not know it just yet, but they are indeed, the heroes of legend. These guys are the next generation of heroes. Experience the adventure along with their friends Nick/Kuro Ookami, James 'The Talking Toaster'/Tsubasa Pegasus, James/Dark Phoenix, Shane. Serena, Emma, Tim, Becca, Cameron, and many others. With evil villains out to collect the 'Rainbow Crystals', and of course, juggling high school life all at once, these students must learn to get along with each other and work out their differences if not for themselves, but for their friends, family, and kingdom. Will they defeat evil once again and restore peace back to Fairytopia, Taiyō, and Lunalia just like it should be? Or will everything be lost forever? [Includes random anime's from Lilpri, to Mermaid Melody, and some traces from the movie Barbie: Fairytopia] (I was 13 when I wrote this fanfic, which was also the first one I've written on here...wtf was I thinking? 🤔😅) **Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, with the exception of my OC's, and of course, this fanfic.**

Just random doodles along with traditional drawings and my digital drawings. The first batch of traditional drawings are from my mid Highschool days. All the digital drawings are relatively new. Now, most of these drawings are going to relate to my fics in some way, so there may be spoilers, but I'll try not to make them spoiler-y. xD Also for those haters out there. These drawings are purely my own work, and I would never post something on here without saying that it wasn't truly mine in the chapter! The cover is also mine. xD There, future raging has hopefully been evaded.

Some nonsense sketching of mine ^_^ But they do carry a meaning sometimes if only I can make anyone understand -_-

yeaaaaah this'll get updated later when I'm more awake because it's currently 12:35 at night when I'm writing this but prob won't be out till later lol

"needs more random marks, more energy!" ~my art teacher a messy charcoal filled art book

Rosalind Jones hates hearing about other's love stories. She never realized how much she's missed out on, until she meet him. Will she be able to see the world differently and accept the color?

I don't own RWBY, any of its characters, or any of the art shown in this story. This story is an act of Fan fiction and can thus be judged, but not sued, it is also non-profit. RWBY and all associated characters belong to Monty Oum and RoosterTeeth, please support the official release.

This is the way I experience color; as more than just a hue. As school subjects, Days of the Week, or foods, textures, and emotions.

Don't slip. Don't slip. Don't slip. These are the only two words that have been running through my head since I had begun running. It had just finished raining when I left this morning and the ground was still slick and wet. My feet hit the ground in a rhythm, 1234, 1234, 1234, over and over again. My lungs had started burning about a mile back, but I couldn't stop, not now, not while I could still hear him behind me. Not while he could still catch up. No. I couldn't let that happen. I was almost there. Just a little further. I heard his feet behind me stomping on the ground trying to catch up. They were getting louder. He was getting closer. But so was I. In about 2 yards everything would be over. If I could outrun him I would be able to leave. I would be able to get away from everything and be able to start over. That would be nice. A change. Suddenly an eruption of cheers interrupted me from my thoughts. Looking around I realized I had just crossed the finish line. Had I beat Him? Glancing behind me I caught sight of him, only a few feet from where I was, he stood there, His body was covered in sweat, pretty much everyone was. i had beat him. We both wanted this for different reasons, yet they were the same. We knew that. We knew when this began that only one of us would win this. It was just a matter of who was prepared to be on the losing end. And yet this victory I held. Made me sick. It made my stomach swell that this little big thing was something that mattered to us enough to give us false hope. I knew he could have beat me. I knew he gave this up so things could get better for me. He knew I wasn't expecting him to, But he did, and there's no going back. ~~~~~~~~ "Life Is just one gigantic grayscale. Everything's all black and white, but you have to find that one thing in the center that levels it to gray."

what does the title sound like? exactly.

in a world where everyone lives in grayscale, until they fall in love. book one in the colours series, may be read out of order

The detective had been intently watching the young girl ever since she had appeared at the doorway, his fingertips together in front of his face as he observed her, in a prayer-like state. Deductions bubbled around her like a tornado, flinging like a food fight in a year 5 cafeteria. His eyes were locked on her in concentration despite the havoc in his mind.

It's literally just my characters insulting each other in a loving way.. Except Goldfur, they all hate Goldfur.. Very much so