#chroma writes

[chromatasia]

first isat fanfic (that ive actually posted)!!!! this is based on a comic by @radioroxx GO LOOK AT THEIR ART!!!!

[an-established-butt-dent]

“Lines on a map we’ll learn to memorize again and again.”

> Solas discovering how many new scars Lavellan has since they were last together

This promps @varricscheticles send me, made me lose my mind!!!!

[ulteriorm0tiv3s]

⚙️ ─ funfetti

✭─ pairing: metal sonic x reader (gender neutral)

✭─ genre: fluff

✭─ summary: it’s metal’s birthday! eggman tries to make a special gift, but you interfere to make it more ‘personalized’ from you.

✭─ song: https://spotify.link/7oI9LZ2RkDb

✭─ notes: LATE BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAYBITTHDAY BITTHFAY BIRTHDAY !!!! late birthday because his birthday was on my homecoming day so i didn’t have much time so 😭😭 thatz also why itz kinda short and poorly written, i didn’t wanna make something too long and have it posted too far away from his actual birthday 😞 so ya birthday oneshot kinda!!!! woo!!

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it was 4 in the morning, and you could not get an ounce of peaceful sleep. everything around you was so loud. the loud cranking of machinery was literally all you could hear. usually, you found the sound comforting, but it was far too noisy this time. you tried covering your ears in various different ways, but it was no use. sleep obviously wasn’t an option anymore, so you hesitantly climbed out of bed to go investigate.

eggman’s “tinkering room”, is what you called it, and of course that’s where the noise was coming from. it didn’t surprise you that eggman was causing your lack of sleep. there had been various other times where he kept you up. the evil genius was seated at a large metal table, working on some unknown creation.

“doc, it’s FOUR in the MORNING. what the actual fuck are you going this early,” your tone was cranky, which was understandable since you haven’t slept in 17 hours.

“i’ve warned you multiple times not to swear in my presence. however, i’m in a good mood so i’ll let it slide this time.”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“i don’t have to answer anything,” eggman glared at you, a stern look on his face.

rolling your eyes, you leaned up against the wall, “i’m not leaving until you do though, soo…”

he just rolled his eyes as well and sighed, “fine, since you insist on pestering me. today is metal sonic’s creation anniversary. it has been 30 years since i’ve created him, my most magnificent creation to this very day. so i’m making something special for him, something that’ll finally get rid of that horrendous hedgehog.”

“creation anniversary? dude, just say it’s his birthday.”

“well, he technically wasn’t ‘born.’ so it isn’t a birthday.”

“well,” you mock his tone, “you sound goofy as hell when you say creation anniversary. but anyway, what exactly is the gift? are you gonna almost destroy the world again with some ugly counterfeit gem?”

you could tell you were pissing eggman off. he was trying his best not to boil over from rage and cook himself. the doctor just rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance, trying to focus on his current project.

“a deathray. i’m going to build it into metal sonic.”

“oh.” well that was straightforward!

“now will you finally leave me to my work? you’ve been distracting me long enough.”

“can i get some earplugs or something first?”

“get out.”

“okay, okay jeez…”

🔩♡🔩

eggman ceased his work around 30 minutes ago, but you still weren’t able to sleep. you were planning something quite silly since you knew it was metal’s birthday now.

instead of eggman, it was you who was seated at the large metal table, tinkering away. you were making a few modifications to this so-called ‘deathray.’ these modifications were sure to be more enjoyable than a deathray. well, in your opinion anyway. when you think of birthdays, you don’t think about deathrays, you think about cake that’s so sickeningly sweet you throw it up.

you knew metal couldn’t eat, but the idea of making him a cake was really funny for some reason. besides, what’s better as a gift than the sugary scurrility of a funfetti birthday cake? nothing, literally nothing. perhaps a blue funfetti cake though if anything. maybe you should’ve done blue funfetti…

🔩♡🔩

metal sonic’s feet clanked against the floors as he walked. he was newly equipped with eggman’s special gift. of course, no one knew you had customized it just a little bit.

“hey metal buddy!” you ran up behind him, making sure your voice was loud enough so he wouldn’t detect you as a threat.

last time you ran up behind him without saying anything, he almost shredded you like cheese. fortunately, that didn’t happen this time since you were loud enough. metal sonic turned his head in your direction, awaiting for what nonsensical thing you had to say.

“happy birthday! i'm assuming eggman already told you ‘happy creation anniversary’ or whatever. and just so you know, happy birthday is the correct term.”

he didn’t really understand what you were talking about. he was a robot created to destroy sonic, obviously, so birthdays weren’t really something he was programmed to know about. so he just tilted his head and whirred, showing his confusion.

“birthday, like, y’know, celebrating your birth. or… celebrating when you were built in your case, i guess. but that doesn’t matter, it’s still called a birthday. but anyway! today is your birthday!”

even though you explained it somewhat well, the robotic hedgehog still didn’t see how this was relevant to him. he kept his crimson eyes on you as they occasionally flickered over your form, wondering if you had anything else to say.

“i forget you can’t talk sometimes.. just gonna imagine you’re saying ‘thank you sooo much (y/n)! i’m so joyous about my birthday!’” you spoke in a very very awful impression of his nonexistent voice, patting his head afterwards.

metal sonic rolled his eyes as he turned away from you, beginning to walk away. he had more important things to attend to; like beating the shit out of his organic counterpart, sonic, or something like that. you bid him farewell, and he responded with a beep. maybe he was saying goodbye back. or maybe he was telling you to fuck off, who knows. hopefully he’ll still enjoy your gift.

🔩♡🔩

a tree tumbled down as a certain blue hedgehog was violently tossed into it, making said hedgehog groan in pain. it was a common occurrence of a fight; metal sonic vs. sonic the hedgehog. usually sonic would have the upper hand, but it seems that metal sonic is going all out today.

“aw man! that was my favorite tree! couldn’t you have thrown me into a different one?” sonic sneered, crossing his arms and doing his infamous foot taps as he stood up.

his robotic counterpart was in no mood for his mockery, clutching his sharp metal talons before lunging towards the hedgehog once more. luckily for sonic, this was easy to dodge. the tension of the battle was starting to slow down a bit, causing sonic to yawn.

“man…this is starting to get a teeeensy bit boring. just a tad. how about we finish up?”

metal sonic beeped, seeming to agree. however, he had something planned. he would take the win this time, and get rid of this horrid hedgehog once and for all.

“alrighty! this’ll be an easy win!”

sonic dashed towards the robot, preparing for his final hit. metal sonic did the same, clashing into sonic. the two blue blurs continued the battle, the intensity revving up again.

unexpectedly though, sonic was thrown into a tree a second time. this time, the tree hadn’t snapped, but bended. this caused the hedgehog to be flung across the field, giving the robot an opportunity to finish charging up his final blow.

“thanks for throwing me into a tree that wasn’t my favori— why is your chest glowing. that isn’t normal is it!”

indeed it was not normal. the robot had finished charging up his deathray; the birthday gift from eggman. he wasted no time putting it to use. it was game over for his rival.

…

rather than being blown to smitherines, sonic had been blasted with…

“is this funfetti frosting?”

the hedgehog, still in one piece, was coated in bright blue frosting and cake. specifically funfetti, but that didn’t matter. what mattered is what the fuck happened to the deathray eggman made, and why metal sonic was blasting out cake.

seems like he found your surprise!

[artchixs]

saint martikov

[bloggerspam]

Phantom Pains Chapter 14- Snippet

Another Character Analysis sort of chapter. Sorry for the long wait yall..

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"Looks like you're the new guy," The stranger says, before wincing a little. "Didn't mean to pry, just saw the onboarding documents. I'm Kevin Loughly,"

"Yes, I—it's no problem. I'm Oscar, Oscar Milde," he stutters in reply, grabbing the papers, "Thank you, and it's nice to meet you." He feels silly, big man like him, like a schoolgirl crush at first sight. He swiftly stuffs everything else into his bag for later sorting, because clearly the longer he stays here, the more opportunity there will be for him to fumble about.

Kevin smiles, holding out a hand to help him up. Oscar, trying his damnedest not to blush, takes the help. Kevin's hand is warm, and feels snug in his own large palm. He feels like a princess, which in turn makes him feel foolish.

"It's nice to meet you too, Agent. Looking forward to working with you."

[donut-entendre]

as an actual ace gay the script is. bad. because its bad. it was fun and crazy to get but like its bad. ive been saying donut is ace for years and i think outright saying "i don't have sexual attraction for anyone" is bad and homophobic because its literally not true and acehood is a spectrum that can very much INCLUDE him experiencing sexual attraction to men so he literally didn't have to do that? he didn't have to say that. and I think I'm actually incredibly rational for thinking that making him something other than a gay man was always going to be a bad move because you need to handle complicated sexuality with a lot of tact that the rvb team simply would not have been able to do with him. I do not trust their skill or time management or writing or knowledge of queer topics and I am proven right to not trust this because "I'm not sexually attracted to anyone" is missing that respectful tact by a mile. It has no place by Donut's character. Blatantly disprovable. I do not think the intention was that Donut is repressing his sexuality there either because it came from a first-draft script conversation where they had no voice at all. its not real and its bad and and i'm gonna sit over here with my entire au i made to talk about donut's sexuality and repression and you can come play too if you want i guess. TLDR he's literally gay

[chrysochroma]

just a second

@febuwhump day 6: forced to stay awake

Read on Ao3

Running on exhaustion, tango fights to keep himself awake, away from the Reds

Tango jolted himself back into reality, remembering the situation at hand. He had climbed a tree for a break from the running, hoping that they wouldn’t find him here, at least for a while.

He had to keep moving, he knew it. The Reds would find him eventually. Still, he couldn’t bear to move. Even though there were branches poking him from almost every angle, he hadn’t been this comfortable in years. 

All he wanted was a break. Just for a bit. Just a second. 

His eyelids felt weighed down by his longing for rest. 

A second wouldn’t hurt, right?

[athousandbyeol]

because, because, because (what a beautiful night). [guncher fanfic]

with the lingering taste of champagne and the warmth of their intertwined fingers, gun revels in the euphoria of no longer being a wanderer—no longer searching for a place to belong, because cher is home. and as the silver bands on their fingers glimmer under the golden glow, gun knows with unwavering certainty that this love is his forever, and there’s nothing more beautiful than this—cher.

[heroesofchroma]

Magics of the World

Figured it was high time to start explaining some lore, and since it'll be a focus of the next chapter, I suppose the magic system is a good place to start.

So the Magic of this canon is based on the existence of 4 different existences. The Where that magic comes from. That being the Planes;

The Mundane; Where the story at large takes place. Finite spaces where you'd find humans, mutants, aliens, the usual stuff. It's the central Happening spot, with shaky origins as to why it exists at all.

The Primal Plane; This is where ANY AND ALL Elemental magic comes from. And we're not just talking the commonly thought of Fire, Water, Wind, Electricity, Ice, Earth, nope. It's E V E R Y T H I N G. If there's a magic school for it, it's found here. The Primal Plane is an endless expanse, seemingly, where the local zone is what determines the types of magic you'll find in your world. From Technomancy to Pyromancy to Astromancy. The Primal Plane is also, incidentally, where elemental creatures would reside or originate from, from raw elementals to dragons, quetzals, and kitsune.

The Nthotay; One of two Conceptual magic planes. This one is of Light and Order, and where you'd find creatures you'd classically hear called "Angels" or "Angelic."

The Nthatic; The other of the Conceptual magic planes, this one, of course, being the polar opposite of the Nthotay, embodying Darkness and Chaos. You'd find creatures you'd classically hear referred to as "Demons" or "Demonic."

So how does one actually Cast magic? There's a few ways, but two overall reasons you can cast magic. Either you, A; Are from one of the "extraplanes" (aka Not the Mundane), or B; Have something from the extraplanes with you. Be it a flower, crystal, scar, or even a possession or familiar from the extraplanes, any of these with the correct attunement and practice can allow you to cast magic. And once you're attuned to such an item, you're ready to go on your magic journey, from the lowest level flicking your wrist to light a candle, to sending meteorite swarms from your fingertips.

[tigirl-and-co]

Colours and Light Part 3

Morning Sun

Yippie, more unedited, stream of conscious shortficfic for my OCs! This is like the only time I write fluff lmao

Some people were very teary-eyed on waking up, eyes watering to rid themselves of collected dust and sleep. Chroma was among them. Some people forgot to take off their mascara and eyeliner before bed- Chroma was among them, too. This, of course, led to many mornings with makeup-stained cheeks and time spent washing her fur to be rid of the inky tear tracks.

Many times Luxa had thought about letting her girlfriend know when she was about to make the mistake again, but every time Luxa found a reason not to. She wanted to hasten Chroma into bed for extra cuddles, she liked the way the tear tracks looked...

But most of all, she treasured the mornings. Luxa booted up quickly in the morning, and had taken it upon herself to guide Chroma, bleary-eyed and incoherent, into the bathroom. The wolf would seat her girlfriend on a chair facing the mirror, and gently wipe away the evidence of yesterday's shows and last night's dreams.

Quietly, she would whisper and mumble, chastising the hedgehog for her forgetfulness, complimenting her vibrant quills, weaving together the fragments of last night's dreams, until there were no more smudges and all traces of makeup were gone.

Unbeknownst to Luxa, Chroma enjoyed the time just as much. Even through her bleary eyes and the cloudy mindedness that came with a slow start to the day, she admired her girlfriend. She'd stare into her sharp blue eyes, or use the mirror to marvel at how the two made so perfect a pair. Occasionally she'd think of those hands, so gentle and tender with her now, and be amazed that those same hands once fought so valiantly to keep them all alive. She felt blessed to know how soft those hands could truly be.

Burdened still by the weight of morning and unwilling to disturb the routine, Chroma said nothing, instead allowing herself a large, dopey smile, the kind of expression one can only make when they know they're safe. The kind of smile Luxa prized.

And in these peaceful moments, Luxa found herself unafraid to return it.

[shukakumoodboard]

Which letter are you currently on with your Syllabarium fic? *O* If you could tell us morrrrrrre (I know I’m forcing with this one and I have no shame)

tell me, my beloved. would you like letter c to be “chroma” or “contact” 😚

i’ll work on it just for u i swear . maybe i’ll gun for a new segment this weekend

i want to keep most of the words a secret until they’re posted but here’s a random sample: grasp, tactile, perihelion

[chromatasia]

Isabeau with flowers please [:

“You know there’s meaning in flowers, right?”

The question came without warning, and Isa looked up at Odile from where he lay on the ground. The researcher (or, not-researcher, he supposed) kept her eyes on her notebook. The question didn’t come unprompted; the two currently sat in the fields surrounding Jouvente, and in those fields were, well, flowers. This wasn’t Isa’s first time visiting the fields - he’d grown up here, after all - but it felt… different. More meaningful.

“I know some basic stuff, yeah. Flowers are quite popular in the city!” Odile nodded, humming to herself as she scribbled something in her notebook. “Any reason, madame?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” She covered a smirk with her hand and, oh no there was definitely a reason. “Just curious, since you’ve received quite a few flowers on our journey, is all.”

And she was right! He did! The flowers he’d received from his family lay protected at the bottom of his travel bag, protected by the rest of his items. How poetic, he’d first thought.

“Do you know what the flowers mean?” Isa asked, though he expected the answer.

“If you show me, I’ll probably know,” Odile answered, closing her notebook and placing it on her lap. Isa lifted his head from where it rested on his bag and started digging through it, taking the various items out and spreading them around himself.

“…Flower-ology?” He proposed, causing Odile to laugh. Yeah, there was no secret research, but it was still fun to throw out guesses.

“That’d be botany, Isabeau. And no, I just know quite a bit from my travels.” One day he’d manage to get a story about Odile’s mysterious past, but that wasn’t for now. Isa looked into the bag and - there, wrapped in string, were the flowers. He pulled them out gently, taking care not to loosen any of the pressed petals.

Isa pulled a flower out a random and held it up. “Bonnie gifted me this one, I think. A little bit before we reached Dormont.” Odile leaned forward and nodded.

“Our little Boniface has quite the knack for choosing flowers, then,” Odile said with a small smile. “This is an Edelweiss, said to symbolize courage. That’s quite true for you, I’d say.” Isa gave a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean, I'm not that courageous, madame. Just doing my job!” It was part of being a Defender, after all.

“Still, Boniface admires you quite a lot, for all their teasing.” Her face dropped minutely, her eyes narrowing as she averted her gaze. “It truly is cruel, how brave they needed to be, in our journey.” Odile sighed and shook her head. “We can’t change the past though.” She leaned back, and looked back at the collection of flowers.

“I see a Zinnia in there, Isabeau. Who was that from?” Isa perked up at that, and the chance to ignore the weight of their journey.

“Oh, Mirabelle gave me that one! She said a villager gave her one as thanks, and thought it’d suit me.” Despite how long it had been since their victory over the King, passing villages often tried to extend their thanks to the saviors, much to Mirabelle’s apparent discomfort. Isa had taken the flower with a smile and given her a tight hug.

“Zinnias represent eternal friendship, supposedly due to how easily they grow in certain regions. Something with the abundant flowers representing how frequently the recipient was in the giver’s thoughts, if I am remembering correctly.” Isa nodded, twirling the flower in between his fingers. He loved his whole family, but being with Mirabelle since the beginning of her journey made their connection… special. He’d been there for her since the start, all the way up until the end of their journey. Had seen how she’d Changed, despite her protests that she was the same old Mirabelle. He smiled at the thought of his friend.

“Yeah,” Isa muttered, smiling to himself, “that fits.” He glanced at the rest of the flowers, and - oh!

“This one was from you, madame!” He held up the slender plant, the large leaves carefully covering the delicate flowers. Odile smiled and nodded.

“Yes, the Laurel. A common sign for victory across multiple countries.” She brought a hand up to her chin as she got lost in thought. “Boniface had asked, once, whether or not it could be used in cooking. It can’t, thank Gems they asked, but I did tell them of its meaning. Then they insisted I gift the ones they collected to the rest of our group, as a good luck charm.” She chuckled to herself. “I suppose not a sign of good luck, but we did succeed, by all odds.”

“Well, thank you for the gift, madame!” Despite the fact that he was sitting, Isa gave an exaggerated bow, and Odile sighed at the gesture as he giggled. “I shall treasure it to the end of time!” She flicked him on the forehead, which only served to send him further into a laughing fit. Isa flopped back, the grass cushioning his fall, and took a deep breath.

“Just one left, I suppose.” Isa held the flower up to the sun, ignoring the way his face grew warm as he looked at it. “This was from Siffrin, not too long ago.”

“I can tell, based on your expression.” Isa shot up at that, and Odile snorted at the appalled look on his face. He floundered for words but, well. It was Odile. She’d counter any one of his arguments made that no, this was definitely not from Siffrin, and he always smiled that happily when he looked at gifts from his friends, not just from a certain cloaked rogue.

So, rather than arguing, he simply flopped back down and groaned, covering his likely-dark face with a hand.

“…Is it really that obvious?”

“Yes.”

“…Can you tell me what it means, at least-?”

“ZA!! DILE!! WE FINISHED OUR SHOPPING!!” Isa sat up abruptly, trying to school his face into something that didn’t look like a flustered mess, and Odile sighed and waved behind Isa.

Looking back as he stood, Isa saw Bonnie running at top speed, arms behind their back, towards himself and Odile. Jogging behind them was Mira, clutching a couple of books, and Siffrin, who wore an easy smile and their face. Upon looking at Isa, they ducked their head under their collar.

Bonnie proceeded to collide directly into him with a hug, throwing Isa from his thoughts and into hugging back the preteen.

“Sorry if we took too long!” Mira called as she approached, taking a deep breath in as she slowed her pace. “The library was much larger than I expected and-“

“Mira, Mira it’s fine! But only if you rant about them if they’re bad.” She giggled, and that seemed to help her. Siffrin came up behind her with a mischievous look on their face and-

“Besides, Mira, we had the whole day booked.” Mira and Bonnie collectively groaned as Isa laughed, clutching the tulip in his hand close to his chest.

There, in that sprawling Azalea field, he never felt more at home.

[an-established-butt-dent]

Dragon age: the Veilguard 2024

Look, I'm HYPED after the gameplay reveal, but all I wanna say is that the confrontation could have gone very different if it had been Lavellan trying to stop the ritual instead.

10 years!!! Varric, my Grey haired sweety, what were u planning on doing my friend. Just talk him out of it?

I need an Solavellan reunion like I need air.

[kaiserouo]

idea: atlas and vauban get together to try and teach atlas' rumblers how to throw tesla nervos like baseballs,

Interesting... Btw actually im so not familiar with their abilities i have to look them up to know whay these are lol

[okkanai]

" so we meet again, & so soon from the last. " he watches the other rather fondly, a feign of concern etched upon his lips as he kneels down besides the man's rather mangled corpse. a pretty thing, really, the shade of red that pulses & spurts from his wounds with each breath. " they must have punctured an artery, " he noted aloud, gloved hand resting upon his shoulder as his thumb smooths over stained flesh. " at this rate you'll be dead in a matter of minutes, but . . . " a wicked grin, exposing the sharps of his canines & true intentions. " you already know that, don't you ? " / @gyokutoll.

[sharkface-daydreams]

thinking about the tonal misalignment between Sharkface's grievances with and vengeant crusade against the freelancers with the almost flippant death the writers gave him

why

why would you put all this weight behind his narrative and his grief only to be like 'lol and then we shot him and moved on haha c'mon laugh' like no i will not?? if he'd been a cartoon villain hell bent on causing pain for fun, because he liked it, if his character had been previously treated with that same levity we wouldn't be getting that tonal whiplash right now. and for a severe tonal shift to be funny, well. i can't tell you what it requires but i know you ain't done it right.

as if in at least three past seasons you didn't fold a former villain into your tornado of insanity and friendship despite then trying to kill the main crew. as if two of those former 'villains' aren't the ones staring down the barrel of their own mistakes committed under the direction of a corrupt military prog —

...... you fucking killed him because you didn't want to have to deal with holding wash and Carolina accountable for what they'd done. this is actually repeated in season 15 with the blues and reds. I'm