#nobodyslyre

[shape-of-me]

@nobodyslyre and @equiuszahhak started following you.

Oh!!! Hello!

Hi!!

Hi I am water!

My name is Meri!!

Who are you???

I can’t see you!

You must be so sneaky! Where are you??

Hello??

[cumagic]

vwater dream team, baby!

[aremewkiddingme]

It is difficult, to think of the sea. You have little experience with it, all of your experience fleeting and surface level; dipping your feet in the water, playing in the waves when you thought you were something near safe, always wary of what lurked where you could not see.

It is difficult in an entirely different way to think about love. Too familiar, too painful. Something you've felt for so long, but a muscle atrophied while it flexed, pained as much from use as from disuse, from disuse as much as use. It hurts, it makes you want to scream just so you won't start crying, but you don't. Because you need to focus.

For all that, though, putting them together is surprisingly intuitive. Equally deep, pulling you in and down. Equally breathtaking. Full of life, full of fear, full of loneliness, full of emptiness. Warm and enveloping and drowning. Endless and finite. Only so deep you can go, but the journey to get there is boundless.

The salt of your tears helps. Like the pain of hunger, the taste of your misery has never left your memory.

You feel the sea around you before you dare open your eyes, the tightness of it and how it suffocates with it's freedom. You think of love a moment longer, how it makes your heart quicken, how it warmed you in your darkest, coldest hours. It hurts, oh how it hurts, but you are trying to save someone where you were left without a savior, and so you endure.

You imagine the fish, the taste of them first, though the shimmering light of them comes soon after. The smell of seaweed, though you really shouldn't be able to smell anything at all underwater. It's a dream, you've long stopped expecting any of it to make sense.

Maybe that is why you could understand the great, confusing being better than Darkleer. He is simply too rigid, too structured. Too--

There.

What is that?

Your eyes open in your shock, surprised by the life around you, for you hadn't imagined the detail of it nearly so thoroughly. But that isn't the important thing, is it? No, the pulse under and behind your own, thrumming with your hate love fear.

The bubble has molded itself to your will, but the thrumming... The steady playing of the fish, swimming in a school, swimming in a delighted circle around you but still clearly going somewhere... That is outside of you.

The pull on your pusher, on this thrumming, is familiar. The pull of love and loss and pain, and the same pull that directs the colorful fish around you in their playful, fearful, shimmering patterns.

You follow it.

[thesharkshack]

@nobodyslyre said: All women are queens, mister.

ooooo ““““mister”““““ how polite

paneras a store dumbass

[pinkdyno]

the POINT is to be embarrassed! tag 'em or you're straight.

-__-

i think the only one i can call a friend here on tumblr (bc i just dont talk to anyone else really?) is @nobodyslyre. Jet’s friendly and pretty easy to talk to. I like that hes aquatic, like me. I dont rlly have much to say but i think about him and i go 😊

[crepuxulum]

🤞(nobodyslyre) but also GO TO BED

@nobodyslyre YOURE NOT MY MOM

Nim just about Baffles Darkleer. He knows he’s cantankerous, dry, sneeringly unapproachable; he does it intentionally. It’s so much easier, after eons one isolation and a lifetime of hurting those close to him, to keep people at a distance and hide his own self-pity. But for a relative stranger to call him out on it, and even then to not brand it as manpain but to just say he seems Heavy and Sad, it completely throws him for a loop. He knows Nim is genuine in his concern, which makes him feel guilty for being so mean, which makes him angry, which Must mean that Nim doesn’t know any better and will get tired of this mean old troll eventually. tl;dr not so local merboy baffles alien grandpa with notions of friendship

[gardencracks]

It’s been a long time since Aria has traveled the old fashioned way.

It’s not quite a summoning.  No, Nim would need her full name for that, or her title at least, but the intention is there.    Nim might not know her by position, but Nim knows her.  And Nim’s desire for her to appear is enough to give her a lead to follow.

Armed with a messenger bag containing her laptop and various fruits as promised, she parts the Veil and steps into the Nevernever.  The mist envelops her, and she closes her eyes-- sight would do her no good right now, anyway.

‘I need Aria to be here right now, I need Aria to be here right now, I need Aria to be here right--’

Now.  Aria grips the tail end of the wish thrice spoken, and parts the veil once more, squinting against the bright light illuminating the fog.  Stepping through, the rift behind her vanishes in smoke, and she shields her eyes with her hand.

Not the sun, she realizes on second glance, but some kind of beacon.  A magical artifact, nearly blinding, held high by Nim.  She laughs when he lowers it, “That was a big help.  It’s good to see you, Nim.”

[goth-advancements]

Anyways, if anyo+ne makes fun o+f Nim I will break their kneecaps.