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[elihymart]

i havent drawn me in a while./ hi

[aylen-san]

🌌 What if Aman had remained part of Arda?

Sometimes I wonder: what if Aman — the Land of Undying Light, home of the Valar and the immortal Elves — had never been taken out of the world? What if the path to the West had never closed? What if legends hadn’t turned into whispers carried by waves at the edge of the sea?

Would it have saved the Elves from fading? Sadly… no.

🌿 Fading is their fate

The Elves are bound to Arda. It is their home — and their curse. Even in Aman, even under the Trees, even amidst the songs of the Valar — they would still fade.

Not like Men — not with age. Their spirits grow brighter over time, but their bodies… Their bodies belong to a world scarred by Melkor’s marring. And as the world wears down — so do they.

🕊 Aman is no salvation — only shelter

If Aman had remained, it would have changed many things. Yes, the Elves could have sailed west sooner. Yes, fading would have been softer, gentler — almost invisible. But not undone.

Tolkien wrote: “They do not go for healing, but to delay the inevitable.”

💫 Only One can heal

Not the Valar. Not Fëanor, nor Galadriel. Only Eru can heal Arda. Only Arda Remade — the world after the end of time — will bring true peace.

And so they sail… The Eternal West calls. But even in Valinor, form is not forever. Only the soul — and the stars — remain until the end of the Music.

[1trueelihym]

I LOVE YOUR FURSONA

LOVE THEM SO MUCH

LET ME HUG 🫂

OAUUH omf //i didnt notice i had an ask but THHANK YOU WAUHH 💗

u . can hug him :3 but hes kinda fat so i hope ur strong

fluffy !

[rosenlehane]

Fuffy If only, this is me mixing my biggest interests together :3 scp: buffyscenepacks

[herd-of-silly-horses]

IfOnly

Reminds me of those mini horses that look like Victorian ghosts. Has some boy-yearning qualities about him. Transmasc horse.

[echoesofphilip]

"If only" has to be the saddest two words in any language.

[moonshadowmystique]

When Love Comes Too Late: A Lesson in Embracing What Matters

There’s a moment that keeps replaying in my mind—a moment I can never take back, no matter how much I wish I could. The realization that I loved him didn’t come in a grand, cinematic epiphany. It crept in slowly, with quiet whispers of "what if?" and "why didn’t I see this before?"

We were friends, or so I thought. We laughed together, shared late-night conversations, and leaned on each other through hard times. I always admired how kind he was, how he seemed to understand me in ways no one else did. But I never let my mind wander too far. We were friends, and that’s all it could be—until I realized it wasn’t.

I noticed it when he started to drift away. Maybe it was the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore, or how our conversations became shorter, less frequent. A part of me wondered if he had met someone else, and my chest tightened at the thought. That’s when it hit me. The feeling I couldn’t name before. The pull that was always there. I was in love with him.

But it was too late.

He had already moved on, found someone who saw what I hadn’t, someone who cherished him in ways I now longed to. All those moments we spent together came flooding back—times when he looked at me just a little too long, when he laughed a little too hard at my jokes, when his touch lingered. I saw it all in a different light, but it was a light that had dimmed for him.

I wanted to tell him. I thought maybe I could undo the distance that had grown between us. But what could I say? “I think I loved you all along, and I didn’t realize until you were gone”? It felt too selfish, too unfair. So I stayed quiet, and he stayed gone.

I often wonder if he knew. If, in some small way, he sensed it but got tired of waiting for me to catch up. I wish I had told him sooner. I wish I had let myself see what was right in front of me before it slipped through my fingers.

Now, I live with the bittersweet memory of what could have been. And as much as it hurts, I’ve learned something valuable from it all: love should never be ignored or taken for granted. If you feel it, even in the smallest of ways, don’t wait. Don’t assume there’s time. Because sometimes, when you finally realize the truth, it’s already too late.

And that’s a regret you carry with you, one that lingers long after the chance to make it right has passed.

[freesketchgo]

If the Snyderverse was animation - fanart Which style do you prefer A, B or both? Leave a comment and if you would like, tell me why. :)