#ryverspeaking

It's been forty years since the world's worst nuclear event happened.

Ryver of the Night

☆ She/Her ☆

"Somewhere between confession and disappearance"

somewhere between nowhere and never

I bloom in decay

teeth in the wallpaper

static between stars

resident of the in-between

I have no mouth and I must scream

Child of Saturn.

Time eats all his children in the end.

Maybe Cupid wont miss.

I let you know me.

Hello, It's Ryver of the Night.

I have admired Tumblr and AO3 from afar, knowing how much my friends love it.

I am eighteen and prefer that minors I don't know not interact with me. I also prefer that if you're 30+ and I don't know you, you don't interact.

I am a polyglot, currently at twelve languages. So if you send an ask and tell me what language you'd like it in, I can do that for you.

Please do not ask me to do strange, out-there kinks. I will not answer to homophobic, transphobic, ableist, misandrist, misogynistic, racist, incestuous, rape-related, minor-involved, or non-consensual things. You will be removed and reported.

I love to Dance, Sing, and write.

Soon, I'll get my Notion working so you guys can have my stories. 🫶 I'll add more to this when I get all of it fixed.

Don't be afraid to ask, I want asks, I love to see people out there that have silly little questions.

How can one be sure they love another?

When my voice feels so tiny in comparison to the roar of people who want to hold your hand, and the band screeching its melody, I feel so small, a composition of my heart thundering in my head. When I finally go in for a kiss, and when I finally decide that the liminal space between us means nothing, maybe for a moment, someone as neurotic as me doesn't have to be afraid. Not when I can act bold around you. When it feels like the gravitational pull of eachother is enough to rip the world in half just to be together, and when the distance between us makes it feel like our magnets are two of the same, it will be okay as long as our battery is charged. The Universe sees us and puts trials in pur way, darling, remember the rituals the animals do? Remember the Eagles Death Spiral, or the Dance of Trust that Stingrays do, The Swan Love that only me and you can replicate in our painfully human bodies. My lover, remember how you felt when I told you the song I confessed to you? Remember when I told everyone I knew in school and showed your picture and said you were mine until the day we died? And remember when I said I'd hid behind a wall of people just to protect our love? I remember. I wont forget. My body makes it impossible to, I feel sick when I think about leaving you. So physical, so real. You have become molded into my soul, and if I had to choose me or you, I'd choose you and give all my most treasured organs, my blood, my air, anything to keep you with me for another moment. To tell you how much I devoted myself, Dear, you are never alone, not when I hold you in my eyes. . . My sweetheart, I shared both halves of my heart, and how much more beautiful is that? I'd wager more beautiful than any saxophone or baby grand could sing. More wondrous and awe-striking than an organ weeping God's mindful words in a church or the angels coming down with their trumpets. If the world was to end for me, I would have it in place you got all the letters I wrote to you. If you were to leave this plane, without me. You would never truely die, you would haunt every narrative, every speech I gave. Because you've become a pearl in my Oyster of a soul, and I will keep you away, your memory a shining pretty, for me to have. For others to wonder what a magnificent person you were.

I love you. This song is how I felt, when I first held you in my dream.

Misha will not get a blade, he'd have a bullet take him out.