#agape

[marya-whimsyspark]

old SHTDN fanart dump!!

ngl maybe I should draw some more one day

[ryonagiographie]

Elf cult lore time, but because promoting means sanding a bigger hole to put a bigger nail in your head, demoting isn't technically possible. Also they find death penalty gauche considering they worship immortality. So for grave mistake there is exile which means removing of the nail (which pretty much means death).

For the removal, the exile has to put their forehead against the boots of the supreme commander, who has little metal notch for this exact purpose. It is up to them to pull the nail out and apologize for their wrong doing.

[propertyofhog]

My beautiful Butterfly Prince <3

My oc Agape I don't think I've shared much on here? I adore him to BITS and I wanted to test a new shading style so I whipped this up <3

[rosario-aurelius]

Healing through writing

I went through a lot of trauma over that past several years that impacted me so deeply that I stopped writing poetry. Poetry is my therapy. Its how I process things, experiences, events, trauma, etc, that I go through in my daily life. It is also one of the focal points of the healing work that I do through Studio Rosalva. I offer consultations on commissioned work and also on collaborative work.…

Healing through writing

[dramoor]

[rastronomicals]

9:46 PM EDT May 20, 2026:

Lantlôs - "You Feel Like Memories (Instrumental Demo)" From the album Agape (October 28, 2011)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Newgazer

[helionath]

Clouds

I was diving into petrichor while she was putting her strongest effort to explain about the young lads.

I don't like anyone at all.

Nevertheless, my mind reflects eunoia and it always ends up in endless reminiscence in the shape of him. When the brume approaches, I keep him as my old sepia photograph, my morrowlight, my agape.

A wave of mirelune embraces me, and I could feel how breathtaking it is; withal, captivating and ephemeral as your eyes met mine. Who knows our ephemeral once upon a time would turn into ineffable heritage which was whelved into my soul.

"Oh dear God, if all the life that we got Written by your hand Then will you ever feel the loss? Well, we never know that at all."