#infinitely gray

[i-am-the-rainn]

Favourite N25 first rotation comm?

[dogstar9069]

Infinitely Gray/限りなく灰色へ - Surii/すりぃ

Transitional credit Shiopaca

I don’t have any talent so I’ll cry here now I suppose

The blue scenery of yours makes me envy the sights you make

My life’s fallen by the wayside and the asphalts growing colder now

Holding out for the light that brightens the night—it’s electricity connects us all

Rainy Rainy, I only drew what I had knew

My heart has closed off- wait! The only truth is I want to scream

Rainy Rainy, all I want to do is to be strong

My voice discarded, so empty, a lonely melody

It’s lifeless, so close to gray, my fingers are numb…

“Oh won’t you take notice of me?”

To my borrowed talent, the gray it’s dulled and colors gone—it’s infinite!

“Don’t give up! Your life hasn’t started yet!!”

A voice cried and echoed around

I’ve lost myself — oh the irony!

But I hadn’t realized, I’m still denying it

Can someone tear my feelings out?

Before they get muddied forever

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, let’s say bye-bye-bye-bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

My feelings tracing the ooze and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I cried as my dreams were lost in gray

I once believed in my dreams but reality had beaten me down

Trapped and suspended in a void of my impatience and insecurity

Losing my sense of style as ambiguous figures take my place

Consumed by all the finest talents and arts, as those show-offs dissipate

Rainy Rainy, all my vain efforts lost in the rain

Bitter memories remain cold as I’m soaked on by this day

Rainy Rainy, a small break in the clouds above

Light shines down and the weight feels a little lighter

Don’t tell me, about aesthetics and pride, just go start with…

“The things you know you can do!”

The path back to the past has closed off

I’m begging please put behind your jealousy

Look at how far you’ve gone! Is it enough?

Breathe in all your small victories!

With eyes open — the irony!

I haven’t changed, I’ll try anything!

Your doubts lay and ready to pounce with a

Persona - you must beat back to the start!

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, I’ll say bye-bye-bye-bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I traced the oozing dew and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

And finally swallowed in my pride

To my borrowed talent, the gray it’s dulled and colors gone—it’s infinite!

“Don’t give up! Your life hasn’t started yet!!”

A voice cried and echoed around

I’ve lost myself — oh the irony!

But I hadn’t realized, I’m still denying it

Can someone tear my feelings out?

Before they get muddied forever

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, we’ll say bye bye bye bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

My fingers trace the ooze and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I laughed at shape of my wishful dreams

[babarrier]

trying to compose in magic piano is killing me. on one hand its the best app for me to use but on the other the notes are always too close or too far ever so slightly

id: video of smule magic piano composer, playing close to gray by nightcord at 25:00 (with shakey cam and breathing 😔)

like this hellscape makes me wanna scream but at least it has the benefit of being one of n25s best tracks

[color-picked-pride-flags]

Trans flag color picked from the guy in the music video for Infinitely Gray

[lunapiano]

I covered Infinitely Gray this time! It was one of the first prsk songs I listened to, so I knew I had to cover it eventually!

[jsacos]

Infinitely Gray

To the gray that's become dull, even this talent is something borrowed "Your life isn't over, so don't give up!" Someone's voice rang https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwLlHFMlBNQ

[arson-09]

Tamlin is actually such an underrated character in acotar. Because of feyres very biased narrative she forces readers to ignore the complexity of his character and man. its sad

Tamlin is a character who is genuinely GOOD at his core. He changed so much of the spring court for good, eliminating slavery within the spring lands and mortals having more protection. Hes a morally good character that made a few mistakes and is boiled down to just those mistakes. Locking feyre in the house and the magical/emotional blow up, which are both pretty decent fuck ups (i dont think siding with hybern fully counts as he was a double agent all along and tamlin was decently justified in thinking feyre was being kept against her will. lets be fr here) and even after he’s extremely fucked over by the nightcourt, his lands and court burned to shit, he still saves rhysand. Saves rhysand and tells feyre to be happy, even when he has every reason to NOT do that!

Hes a character that clearly holds himself to a higher standard. throughout acotar he puts lucien and feyres safety above his own, even sending feyre away when she was the only one who could save him. Even though what he did to her wasnt great its not completely irredeemable, rhysand did much worse things to feyre and other people but hes living his best life while Tamlin seems to find himself unworthy of being a person (acosf wheres hes been in beast form for roughly over two years) hes a perfectionist who now doesnt even think he deserves anyone because he accidentally hurt the people he loves most.

Sjm accidentally created a beautifully rich and morally righteous character who is so extremely fucked by the narrative. Which doesnt even work half the time as sjm cant seemingly commit to making him a full villain (seemingly by accident again she gave him quite a reasonable explanation to everything he did ‘wrong’ but still chooses to make him a punching bag)

If Tamlin was genuinely a morally evil character he wouldnt have NEARLY the amount of fans as he does. Hes a character that requires the minimum amount of media literacy and comprehension to understand and i LOVE him.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 178

So first of all he’d like to say it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t into magic stuff, that was all Billy’s schtick. So really, it is not Victor’s fault that he accidentally activates some sort of sigil and suddenly ends up with a very confused looking child. 

A young girl, maybe four or five, with bright red eyes, slightly pointed ears, and what looks to be some sort of living suit partially fused with her body. Alright, okay, he doesn’t have to freak out, he’ll just… call one of the Justice League Dark members and get her a spare shirt or something to wear until they come to the Watchtower!

It’s fine, he’s fine. He’s not having memories to when he first got melded with all of this tech that’s now a part of him and feeling sick at the idea of it happening to a child. 

He’s not fine. 

[dimsilver]

hilarious to me how guys will simply wear gray. just saw a pic from a play rehearsal my boyfriend’s in and every single guy is wearing jeans and something gray or black. 13 people

[smugwolf-sins]

Old Art Dump

A bunch of stuff from 2022-2023 I don't remember posting! Not sorted by date, but sorted by fandom. A LOT OF IMAGES, so read below!

Sonic Redesigns

Other Sonic related art/doodles

LSD Dream Emulator

And the singular Psychonauts shitpost

[echoghost1]

It's Remix time!

Title: Nowhere to go but up

Characters: Damon Gray, Valerie Gray

Word count: 1,171

Summary: Being a single father is tough, but Damon Gray aims to keep doing his best.

This is an @infiniterealms remix fic of @camels-pen's fic "down and down and down we go"

I decided to do a POV flip with the story from Damon's POV

You can read it on AO3 or down below the cut

Damon sighed as he stepped into the kitchen. 

The sun had just started to rise and he had been up for hours already. 

The joys of working relief shift. 

Lately he had been stuck on nights and was just getting home in time to see his daughter off to school.

It wasn't ideal, but he would do everything he could to make it work.

Today, that meant making a nice breakfast for his little girl.

He flicked the over head light on with a soft click and made his way over to the coffee pot. 

He emptied the carafe of yesterday’s leftovers and gave the pot a quick rinse before getting it ready for a fresh pot.

He went through the motions of the coffee making process just like he had done countless times before.

He placed his and his daughters mugs on the counter near the pot and made sure they had enough sugar and cream.

He noticed the cream was getting a tad low so he added it to the shopping list on the fridge.

A list that looked a bit long already.

Since the coffee was started he set out to make something delicious for breakfast.

He gathered his ingredients and cooking utensils before glancing at the clock.

He hadn’t heard his daughter's alarm go off but that didn’t mean it hadn’t. 

He set the pan on the stove and let it heat up before checking on her. “Rise and shine, Dear. I’ll have breakfast ready in just a few minutes.”

She didn’t say anything but he could hear her moving around so at least she was awake.

He shrugged it off and set on making the bacon and eggs.

With the smells of coffee and breakfast, Damon realised he forgot the hash browns. 

“Valerie! Do you want hashbrowns with breakfast?” he called. 

He figured he could just skip them this time if she didn’t want any.

“Valerie!”

He flipped the bacon and checked the eggs and she still hadn’t responded.

Maybe she didn’t hear him?

“Valerie!” He yelled again just a little bit louder.

“S-Sorry dad!” she called back, “no hashbrowns.”

“You still asleep in there?” he said, with a laugh as he took the eggs off the burner.

“I’m good,” she said with a croak and then added a little louder, “It’s just a school project.”

Damon shook his head with a smile. Oh to be young again and only worrying about school projects.

“Well, you better hurry it up,” he said as he pulled the bacon out of the pan and let it rest on a bed of paper towels. “I’m almost done out here!” 

When Valerie finally emerged from her room she was dressed, but wearing her hood low and covering a lot of her face.

He placed the plates on the table, but had a hard time setting aside his concern.

“Food looks great,” she said sitting down and making no move to eat.

“Are you alright, Dear?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

She got a forkful of eggs and shoving it into her mouth.

The move looked automatic and awkward. Like a robot trying to mimic a human and not quite getting it right.

“Because if you aren’t feeling well you can stay home.”

“I’m just a little tired is all. I’ll be fine.”

Instead of sitting Damon made her coffee, “well how about a nice cup of joe to get going?” 

He poured in the cream and sugar just the way she liked it and handed it to her.

He had been trying to avoid getting her on caffeine but he lost that battle awhile ago when her old group of friends used to hang out at the mall and get those trendy super sweet coffee-adjacent beverages.

Plus, it was nice to just have a cup together and catch up.

Also he made sure to make decaf because he was about to go to bed soon and she was a child. 

She didn’t even know the difference anyway.

“Thanks, Dad.” 

She blew gently over it to cool it down before taking a long drink.

Her hood slipped off with the motion and she didn’t bother to fix it.

The coffee seemed to help because she started to eat normally afterwards.

He relaxed and focused on his own meal.

They ate in a comfortable silence. 

The sunlight filled the small space with light and warmth just as much as the shared meal did.

He could tell that something was still bothering her, even if she didn’t say as much. 

He hoped it was just a school project bogging her down and not something more serious.

He always told her that she could talk to him about anything. That he was there for her no matter what.

But he couldn’t help but notice she was pulling away. She was hiding something.

He just wished he knew what to say to bring her back.

He didn’t like watching her drift away, but he knew if he did the wrong thing he would just push her further.

“If you need any help with that project or just want to talk about things you know I’m here, right? Even if I’m at work or you’re at school?”

“I know.” she said as she softly set down her, now empty, mug.

He got up and placed a kiss on her forehead, “Good. Now you better hurry and catch the bus.”

She quickly looked at the clock and jumped out of her seat. “Is it that late already? I gotta go!”

She rushed out of the kitchen and dashed off to her room to grab her bag before slipping into her shoes.

“Have a good day. Love you.”

“Love you too, bye!” she said in a rush as she slipped out the door.

Once she was gone, Damon cleaned up the kitchen and let his mind wonder as he worked.

He may not always know how to help or fully understand what was going on in her head, but he would always be there for her.

He knew she was strong and capable of handling so much already. 

He knew how hard the move was on her after he lost his job. He had worked so hard to give her everything and then it was all ripped away.

The change had been hard for both of them, but she had grown so much. She took on more responsibility and was working so hard both at school and a part-time job. 

He couldn’t be more proud of her if he tried.

He just had to make sure that if she drifted too far out to sea, he would be there to man the lighthouse.

He would make sure it was shining bright even through the toughest storms and guiding her to safety. 

A lighthouse with a light strong enough to reach out and pull her back from the edge of the world if it needed to.

Because she was his world and he’d do whatever he could to keep her safe.

[trashcreatyre]

toxic yuri mephinite 😳

Took me forever to get to this cause I couldn't think of a fem infinite design that I liked and wasn't just the exact same but with more clothes 💀

Anway that's what I did (plus different hair bc I've been thinking about changing the hair anyway so I might as well)

The sapphics :P

(Did the melted face meph design bc I keep joking that thats wheat my transfemme mephiles would look like even tho my regular mephiles is sapphic anyway)

[jackdraw-spwrite]

Foreworn

I've finished my initial fic for the Infinite Realms 2025 Remix event! @infiniterealms

Please feel free to remix this fic to your heart's content, all I ask is that you @ mention me if you do, so I can read and enjoy!

Words: 2428 Characters: Valerie Gray (post PP timeline), Valerie Gray (post AGIT timeline) Warnings: Implied character death

Valerie might be juggling a job, school, and a second job hunting ghosts, but she’s got it handled. Heck, she’s doing great!

And then someone who looks exactly like her crawls through her window at 2 AM. .

Valerie woke to the sound of her window sliding open. Before more than incredulity could fire through her mind – seriously? Someone was burgling her? – the figure slapped a hand over her mouth and lifted the other hand to her mouth in a shushing motion.

Her mouth.

Valerie’s mouth.

It was a doppelganger.

Read it on AO3

[camels-pen]

down and down and down we go

Summary:

It’s still out there. Laughing at you. Planning its next move. Her eyes flickered to the side, to the makeshift dartboard with an infuriating smirk, before looking back to her reflection. She jolted at the sight. The bruises were still there, her hair was still a mess, but for a moment she couldn’t recognize herself. Couldn’t put a face to the girl in the mirror. You can be anyone if it means protecting the ones that matter.

Sometime after the events of Flirting with Disaster, Valerie keeps moving.

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hi everyone!!! this is my fic for Infinite Realms: A Danny Phantom Remix Event! as long as folks keep to the rules, you're good to remix however you want!

Ao3 Link

Valerie started the day as she always did nowadays. Leaning over her lopsided vanity and staring at her reflection.

There was a new bruise on her jaw. The one under her eye was still healing. 

A few rays of morning sun were peeking in through the gaps in her curtain, giving the room a dim light. Valerie took a deep breath, letting the familiar smell of overwhelmingly vanilla scented creams and makeup fill her nose.

She needed to leave for school soon.

The ghost tried to kill you. It tried to kill you.

Foundation—where’d she put her foundation?

She pushed aside crumpled homework assignments and old, bloodied gauze. Her brows furrowed as she brushed aside her bonnet, looked past empty tubes of lip gloss, and moved around rolls of hand tape. 

It didn’t even hesitate. It did it out in the open. 

The drawer opened with a forceful yank and a grating screech. Her sore fingers knocked her curling cream in her haste to sort through her hair products and makeup. She hissed, shaking out her hand.

It did it on tape.

“It’s here somewhere,” she whispered to herself. She gripped the edge of the vanity, focusing on the solid wood under her palms. “It’s gotta be here.”

Her dad yelled something at her, but it was mostly unintelligible. When she didn’t respond, he’d repeat himself anyway. She ignored him, scanning the desk again.

It’s still out there. Laughing at you. Planning its next move.

Her eyes flickered to the side, to the makeshift dartboard with an infuriating smirk, before looking back to her reflection. She jolted at the sight.

The bruises were still there, her hair was still a mess, but for a moment she couldn’t recognize herself. Couldn’t put a face to the girl in the mirror.

You can be anyone if it means protecting the ones that matter.

“Valerie! Do you want hashbrowns with breakfast?” her dad called. Valerie shuddered a breath and swallowed dry.

“I can do this,” she said, staring into her own eyes. “I can protect them.”

You can’t let them know. You need to keep it a secret this time.

She sighed. If only she could find her fucking foundation then she could get right on that. Damn thing always disappearing whenever she needed it.

She grumbled and continued sifting through the piles on her vanity as a faint sound replayed in the back of her head. 

—kill—

—tried to—

—if you were in the suit, you’d be—

Valerie gripped the edges of the vanity again. The slight wobble of its legs, which she’d long grown used to, were shaking like a ship in a storm. 

She closed her eyes and tried to breathe, but the once comforting smell of vanilla was becoming stifling, suffocating. She was being tossed left and right, to and fro, the waves crashing against the hull almost mocking in their constant barrage.

The stinging winds and miserable rain were harsh on her battered face, greatly limiting her vision. The only thing she could clearly make out was the ship’s wheel in front of her, spinning wildly out of control.

Her battleworn hands tried to grab the handles, but the wood slipped through her fingers. Over and over, again and again. Slip, slip, slip.

Suddenly, lightning struck the mast and she cried out as the main sail was lit aflame. Despite the rain and waves crashing over the deck, the fire spread quickly. 

They’re going to get hurt.

The sky lit up. Valerie tried to reach for the wheel again, tried to steer them out of its path. Tried to take them to safety.

Finally, she grabbed the wheel.

It wouldn’t budge.

As she called out a warning, tried to tell whoever was listening to run below deck, lightning struck a second time. 

The smell of burning flesh was unmistakable.

And she couldn’t—she didn’t know who had been—if they were even still alive—

The fire had spread, the glow of it all over the outline of the ship. She couldn’t even make out the shape of the fire itself. And there was still the–the body, one she couldn’t even see—

They’re going to get hurt.

The smell intensified. So much so, Val had to give up one hand to cover her nose. 

The wheel quickly lurched to the left and she nearly lost her grip. She sacrificed her nose and grabbed a lower handle on the wheel, struggling just to hold it steady.

Her muscles strained with the effort, thoughts jumbling in her brain with failure failure failure, how could you let him—

She gripped the wheel tighter, splinters digging into her hands as she practically crushed the handles with her effort to move dammit, move!

Valerie tried to plant her feet more firmly, tried to search for some kind of grip on the slippery wood, but it was no good. The deck was too wet. 

The wheel lurched left again, nearly spinning Valerie with it. Just barely, she managed to stay upright but the handles under her hands were starting to break apart.

All of them are going to get hurt.

A ominous rumbling started to drown out the torrential rain. 

Valerie looked up.

She couldn’t breathe.

Taller than double the length of their pitiful ship and wider than the horizon itself, was a cruel, cruel joke: a wave, massive and inescapable, only a handful of yards ahead of them. 

The wheel splintered under her hands, but she couldn’t look away from the impending doom ahead. Couldn’t look away as the taste of salt and despair overwhelmed her tongue. 

Something thunked against her boot and the weight between her hands suddenly disappeared. She looked down only to see the wheel splintered into chunks and the centre axle spinning freely. What was left of the handles cut into her bare hands, leaving them bloody and aching and wondering how the hell she’d even begin to turn the axle—

And the sail was still burning and there was still that awful, nauseating, heartwrenching smell—

There’s no other way.

The sail was burning. The ship was burning. They were burning. The axle was still spinning and the wave was still coming and her hands were still aching and she couldn’t—

“Valerie!”

Valerie gasped. Her eyes opened to her mirror. On her vanity. In her room. There were tear tracks on her face.

“Valerie!” Her dad yelled at her again.

“S-Sorry dad!” she called back. She could still smell the fire. Was there a fire? Was this real or— “No hashbrowns.”

“You still asleep in there?” he said, with a laugh. A faint sizzling sound reached her ears and she could smell bacon—

Bacon. Valerie sagged against her vanity, her head pressing against the mirror. “I’m good,” she said with a croak. She cleared her throat and added, louder, “It’s just a school project.”

She allowed herself another breath before pulling back. She wanted to wipe her face, but hissed as she released her grip. Thin cuts and little beads of blood littered her palms and when she checked, the edges of the desk were cracked. 

You need to fix this.

Valerie groaned, knocking her head lightly against the mirror. She glanced down to her desk. Between two rolls of gauze, sat her jar of foundation. 

“Well, you better hurry it up, I’m almost done out here!” her dad said.

They’re helpless without you.

She put it all in her bag and grabbed a sweater.

They need you.

As she pulled the hood low over her face, Valerie spared one last look at the monster on her wall, before leaving her room.

[the-skia-projekt]

SDM in Colour!

Experimenting with single hue colouring.

Palette is Achtung, Baby from @color-palettes

[s0lace-1n-s0l1tude]

Infinite Craft sure is fun