Greyscale Stories

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...

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...

You're in a town. This isn't just some ordinary town; something's happened...something bad. This is a dark town. In some places, it's haunted. Surrounded by an evil...

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 dra...

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

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

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. soulmat...

We all have a dream, Grace's dream is to see the whole world. Only she can't see like you and I. Surroundings aren't vibrant colours, instead she sees only in black and...

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

what does the title sound like? exactly.

**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, a...

"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 y...

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 le...

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

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 befor...

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...