It was the time of the year, when Spring is at its height, bringing about a time of joy, renewal, and love. The Festival of Eros was back, but this time it wasn't just any noblemen looking for a wife, but the Crown Prince of Camelot. The eligible ladies of Eden scramble to enter and only a few candidates will be shor...
ꗃ 𝐲𝑜ü 𝑚𝑖𝐠ђ𝐭 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑔ђ𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝑛𝐨𝐜𝑒𝐧𝄵𝐞 𝐡𝑜𝑤 𝐰𝑖𝑙𝐥 𝑦𝐨𝐮 𝖘𝖍𝒂𝖈𝜿𝜾𝖊 ÿ𝐞𝐫 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝒓𝒕 ⅌ 𐁊 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝃊𓄂 𝐴𝐧 𝐴𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝑂𝐟 𝑃𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 ━━━ © 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧.𓄆
❝𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.❞ Cover by @blazebby06
Stella thought she'd seen the worst life could offer-a toxic boss, a backstabbing ex, and a past that left scars. But everything changes when she wakes up in a nightmarish game where every wrong turn could be her last. Trapped in a labyrinth of twisted traps and cryptic puzzles, Stella must rely on her wits to surviv...
in shadows cast, where whispers weave, 'whispers of the soul' begins, a journey conceived. realities adorned in verses spun, life's thorns painted, poetic, undone. - intended lowercase.
irises painted in hundred hues, yet the ones which spoke to her were those sunkissed, honey spirals he viewed the world with, the strength he displayed in corners so rough stood just like comforting softness he had for her, in october, fathom they fell, those melancholic nightmares were now a serenade she could tell, ...
her heart was just like a bottle, she said. now that the bottle is abidingly ruptured, her reflection is buried in those pieces, luminatining under the moonroof. her dread was stapled, the bones in her were now withered. the soul that her eyes carried, now carried those tears. those tears pushed by her, far long, and...
"A little revisit to a past, shall we make it into a recreation?" Another mere mission-or so did it seem-wouldn't bring that tremendous of a change, would it? Dasom clicked her tongue as she read through the documents which were carelessly scattered on the table, the inked details seemed perfect until they weren't. He...
a bottle. her heart. they have something in common. a bottle cages something inside, holds it. her heart cages the pain, the sadness, the ink. ink of black lies, betrayal, regret, the overwhelming thoughts. it bottles everything and anything, until it overflows. it bursts open, pouring out the emotions. when she open...
‹ 𝕴 𝐍 𝐒 𝐂 𝐀 𝐏 𝐄 𐀔 ᜴ 𝐆 𝕽 Λ 𝐏 𝐇 𝚰 𝐂 𝐒 𓁿 ⸃ 𒀭 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖀𝐍𝑰𝑸𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐒ƎИƆƎ ♱ 𝐒𝐇Ø𝐖𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 诗歌. 𝐀 𝓓𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝓸𝓯 𝕬𝐑𝐓 𓉳 ❷❺ ────── ❦︎ ────── 𑁍 𝕲𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦, 𝐈 am 𝐈vy and this is a little g͟r͟a͟p͟h͟i͟c͟s͟ showcase of mine. 𝐈 hope you h...