Historias de Greyscale

Based on Spiderman: Into the Spider-verse, but with Wally AUs :) (

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

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 ]

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

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?

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 -_-

**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.**

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."

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

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

A world where everyone is born in pairs, and can feel their soul mates physical pain as well as their strongest emotions. However, they can only see in monochrome until they meet each other. Book 1/4 of the Soul mate short story series.

When a kitten is born without greyscale vision, and in fact more color than human vision, the owner finds a way to communicate with her and to find out her special ability.

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.

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

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.