Ryver of the Night

She/Her Writer Future Neurolgist. Safe space for the, LGBTQA+ community, foreigners and neurodivergent. Minors DNI Level 18, Spawned 01 21 2008

[ryverofthenight]

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.

[ryverofthenight]

I have never known myself better than when I was with you.

[ryverofthenight]

October 18th

Didn’t sleep much last night. Wind kept scraping the branches against the cabin roof like fingernails. Thought I heard tires on the gravel around three in the morning, but nothing was there when I checked. Just frost and silence.

Tracked the deer north of the creek around dawn.

Buck. Large. Smart enough to double back through the pines to break the trail. Fresh prints pressed deep into the mud. Heavy animal. Probably injured too — right hind leg dragging slightly.

I followed him for close to two hours without firing once. Forest was dead quiet except for crows and my own breathing. That’s the worst part about hunting sometimes. The waiting makes you aware of every sound your body makes. Every snapped twig feels like a gunshot.

Caught sight of him near the ridge line.

For a second he just stood there between the trees with steam rolling from his nose. Big antlers. One ear torn up from an old fight. Looked exhausted. So was I.

He saw me before I raised the rifle.

Didn’t run immediately. Just stared.

Funny thing about deer — people think they’re stupid because they freeze. Truth is they’re trying to decide if you’re worth wasting energy on.

Guess I made the decision for him.

One shot.

Clean enough.

Dragged him back before the storm rolled in. Snow’s coming early this year. Cabin smells like wet fur and gunpowder now.

I keep thinking about the way he looked at me before the shot.

Like he already knew how the morning ended.

[ryverofthenight]

New glasses.

[ryverofthenight]

What about Val? Are you still gonna talk to them? And I saw and I'm sorry for your loss! I hope you feel better soon Ryver and if this is farewell then that's okay too.

-Glyph

Maybe.

[ryverofthenight]

Crazy work Tumblr after I said what I said. 💀💔

[ryverofthenight]

Oh noo!! Is everything okay? Are you gonna take a break or actually quite tumblr? 🥺

-glyph

I'm not sure.

I'm grieving... I don't know if you saw my other writing not about a char.

But I'm hurting, and it's not just Tumblr, it's all my social media, even Duolingo.

[ryverofthenight]

But.. I really love your characters and Val's too... 🥺

-Glyph

I'm struggling and I think I overwhelmed myself.

I just found out what an honor walk is.

☹️💔

[ryverofthenight]

*pat pat* "there there ryver it will be okay." *hands pen* "write something you feel.."

(*cough* Misha content. *cough*)

- ☯️

But Misha isn't my only character. . .

[ryverofthenight]

"But ryver how would I get Misha content? I love my autistic coded sad eyed russian boy." *pat pat* - ☯️

I don't know.

[ryverofthenight]

Guess who's ready to give up on tumblr! 😛

[ryverofthenight]

"Yeah?" *nervous laughter* "okay, ryver." - ☯️

Okay, Anon

[ryverofthenight]

"Yeah, so hey..." *pat pat* "my little unstable narrator, how are you doing.." *nervous laugh* "what just happened to misha.." *glance* ".. you okay buddy?"

- ☯️

Yes, my little sugar-coated, frozen cotton candy grape. 🫶

[ryverofthenight]

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

It would start, the beating of my heart, as I imagine it clearly, too cowardly to end it myself. I will imagine my Lord and me playing chess; my pawn is beaten and scratched, facing the opposing team of angels and warriors. My king is down, my queen is dead. My brothers in arms are knocked over. I cannot take a piece from my Lord because the game is rigged. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have sin in my blood; I am playing for a team that is not my own flag, yearning for a rearrangement of red, white, and blue. My flag patch is being torn thread by thread, over and over, my breath ragged. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I am not a proud man; I did not do my mother and father well. I left them to rot on white snow. Father, I am sorry, my Lord. I am not a proud man, I am not ready to face you, as I struggle to breathe. Cut by glass, my shoulder shot. Father, forgive me, I sinned. This cross feels like it's branding me in my hands. What's left of them, when I was tricked into seeing the light that took half my face and digits. Father, I am a sinner, and I do not want your forgiveness. I know your watching me, up there, watching me give up the fight. I can't breathe, blood drizzling out of my mouth. If they keep shooting, Father. I am alone in this world. They are hunting me. I hear them coming closer. I looked back. Feeling the dull sting of bullets ripping through flesh. Nobody is coming for me, Lord. "Amen." I utter as I stare down the barrel, the muzzle flash, my head jerks back. Is the muzzle flash the light of the lord, or the prickling of my eyes and the impact dotting behind my lid?

[ryverofthenight]

I start Friday.

[ryverofthenight]

Val let on about her being something like a fallen angel I think?

I dunno 🥲

-glyph

I think this is a question for Val, but yeah, she probably could.

I'm thinkin' like Supernatural wise, or Lucifer wise.

They can see each other, humans cant.

Like in supernatural, the angels can see each other's wings.

Or on Lucifer when a specific person died, [no spoilers] an angel could see that persons soul.

[ryverofthenight]

Oh nein, der Fisch dreht sich nicht!

A german phrase to test students.

[Ein deutscher Satz, um Studenten zu testen.]

(The fish rotates not)

This guy is funny. [Dieser Kerl ist lustig.]

What semester are you in?

[In welchem Semester sind Sie?]