#notLOVE

[so-beautiful-day]

Y así, por tu estúpido miedo a saberte y sentirte amado, con mi nivel de intensidad, locura y torpeza, seguimos en lo mismo... Un tira y afloja de inseguridades que, por años, me han hecho daño.

[puntitos-amarillos]

En qué estábamos?

Ah, sí... En que los papeles cambiaron 🥱

[naomiginomai899]

Talkative or Quiet

It's okay not to say anything, wether you are weird, smelly or different. It's okay to be talkative when it's important, shallow or fun. Just always stay true, never regret and talk when it's real to me?

It's also nice to see how comfortable you are to me.

Skillful conversation is not working.

Apprehended is misinterpreted. Ask when needed when you have to be doubtful. But assure it's never okay to be disdained when words are left undone. So, go back and don't judge me by the cover.

Always listening can be romantic but talking is sensing your speech next. When it's supposed to be truthful, worried is not and the most important thing is you are not suffocating yet has a time to think and to breathe.

Just never lie and manipulate? Coz it can happen again and it hurts when you hurt a human being. It's so scary....so? DO not do it again.

Quiet or talkative, I'm also by myself and solidarity is my last name. It is just the cure to my mundane habits:/

Love u lots. Yes, I will marry you. Han Meyer Safar, it's hard but I love you!

[rsbexpressions]

Its ok not to believe in love.

Be honest with yourself, you’ll feel better.

Just don’t say it out loud and no one will pester you to change. 😁

[alicekathe]

Junkies

[mermaidxcourt]

I swear it’s like new teenage love. But this time we’re closer to 30 and we know better. We’ve both been hurt and both have a lot to work on.

But I don’t think either of us can actually stop what’s in motion.

I feel like somthing greater is working with us instead of against us.

I have such new feelings about him and it’s terrifying, incredible and honest.

I know I’ve been in love before, but what’s happen now feels so real and pure.

I feel so drawn to him. I want know everything. I want to tell him everything. I want to love and be loved in return without anything in the way.

Everything about us feel right… but I know I’m trying to mess things up. In my head, I’m waiting for the ball to drop. This is way to good to be true.

It’s been two years without someone. And that’s been amazing so much growth came from it.

But now as he holds me I can feel so much love, more love then I’ve had before. More love is coming out of this new “thing” then my 4 year relationship.

My head keeps telling me “when you know you know” and his is telling him he found his other half.

How fucking scary is that. I don’t know what’s in store but I do know this is all so new and I don’t want to turn back.

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale) ID Pack

Requested by 🎉🤩 anon

Names

Abel, Ain, Ambili, Ambrose, Axis, Balendu, Benito, Bilen, Buck, Cain, Chakshu, Chana, Chandak, Chital, Collin, Coues, Darby, Diya, Dyani, Fawn, Gazelle, Ghazala, Harina, Hart, Herschel, Himanshu, Indu, Iris, Jace, Kamaria, Key, Kurangi, Larkspur, Lillith, Lochan, Mahnoor, Mauve, Mayank, Mriganayani, Mrigank, Mrignaini, Mulberry, Nayana, Nell, Nilan, Nilava, Ofer, Oisin, Olimpik, Qamar, Rebecca, Roe, Roscoe, Sambar, Sarang, Selene, Shashank, Shika, Sika, Silas, Stag, Tungesh, Veronica, Vidula, Yamir

Pronouns

ant/antler/antlers, buzz/buzzes, crescent/crescents, dark/darks, deer/deers, deity/deities, eld/eldritch/eldritchs, eye/eyes, fawn/fawns, gaze/gazes, god/gods, hoof/hooves, host/hosts, indigo/indigos, insomnia/insomnias, lav/lavender/lavenders, lilac/lilacs, moon/moons, night/nights, ob/observe/observes, odd/odds, pur/purple/purples, radio/radios, report/reports, show/shows, speak/speaks, spot/spots, stag/stags, strange/stranges, talk/talks, 🌄/🌄s, 🌒/🌒s, 🌘/🌘s, 🌙/🌙s, 🌵/🌵s, 🎙️/🎙️s, 🏜️/🏜️s, 🐈‍⬛/🐈‍⬛s, 👀/👀s, 👁️/👁️s, 💜/💜s, 📻/📻s, 🔮/🔮s, 🕧/🕧s, 🗣️/🗣️s, 🦌/🦌s

Titles

A Purple Hued Deer, The All Seeing Eye, The Cat Lover, The Desert Brought Up Deity, The Host Older Than Time, The Moonlit Deer, The Nightly Radio Host, The One True Reporter, The One Who Runs The Show, The One With a Purple Hued Life, The Radio Show Host, The Town’s Saving Grace, [prn] Who’s In Love With Science, [prn] With Deer-like Qualities

Genders

Cecipalfosic, Collideeric, Crescentmoonlightic, Cryptidmasc, Floradeeric, Horaugic, Humornoxic, Killyourdoublgender, Liminalspacestalgic, Lunitwivieri/Solsteseric, Moonboylexic, Moonshipic, Mostlyvoidpartiallystarric, Notlove, Ultraveyelian, Valeience, Vintaudio, Viodeergender, WTNVcastic

Other mogai

Aldeerantler, Aldercervocryptic, Aldereyeweird, Alderliminal, Alderpolyoptic, Assigned Eldritch At Birth/AEldAB, Eldrigodperspesque/Eldrihorrorperspesque, Eldrivesil, Inviblackligheyes, Invifrozendoe, Moonstelic, Weirdcoreaestelic

[yezzyyae]

I really hate how ppl are making Camry and Sydney into this “soulmate” relationship. It’s so disrespectful to men & women who are just friends. Camry can’t date Sydney he is her boss and teacher now ppl don’t care about sexual misconduct in the workplace now. It’s annoying Camry is not in love with Sydney he respects her and he is learning that he is rely on another person who loves cooking just like him without it being a competition. What show are y’all watching they are not soulmates they don’t have nothing in common other than food. Please they are business partners so why add sex & other emotions into that. I don’t understand this world it’s ruining the show and cheapen Camry and Sydney to just a romance. When their characters are so much more important for this generation of adults who deal with family trauma, anxiety, and death. Please stop cheapen their relationship into smut. Camry finally have a person who is not his competition that’s why he looks and talks to Sydney that way. She makes cooking exciting again for him. Pay attention to the show take the smut glasses off! It’s annoying disrespectful to the writers and actors.

Still thinking about the fact that we could've got an episode of Sydney and Carmy going on a date going around Chicago, trying different foods, travelling around the city by train and boat, maybe even sharing Syd's airpods and listening to music together. We could've gotten our first non-official date and I'm still crying about it :(

[stanningjay]

image of a dragon curled up on a book. Source: Canva stock photos

The Fiercest Challenge Calls for the Finest Knight.

There had never been any doubt that Sir Bayard was the kingdom’s finest knight—at least, of those still living, and still hale enough to swing a sword. Bayard had been knighted ten years ago, and he’d spent those ten years traveling the kingdom, his sword and his service available to any whose cause was just and true, and here he was once again, ready to set out on a new quest. He stood politely on the hastily erected stage in the town center of Northberry Bay and listened to Baron Hartwicke praise the valor of his past deeds.

And there were many; it took the Baron quite a while. Over the last decade Sir Bayard performed many heroic feats. He had saved the dozen daughters of Duke Delvaney, performed the five tasks of Churulruh, and unmasked an assassin mage who was trying to kill the queen, to name a few. Sir Bayard’s grandest adventure had involved three harpies and the king’s own jester, and it had ended with the Moon Maiden losing her heart to him for love. It was this tale Baron Hartwicke shared now, to the crowd of townspeople gathered in the square. The Moon Maiden had been so enamored of Sir Bayard’s valor that she’d descended from her palace in the sky and begged his hand in marriage. 

       He’d refused, and she had wept, and for some reason people always loved that part of the story. Bayard had notloved it, thank you. When he refused her hand, as a consolation, the Moon Maiden had given him a magic sword. It was called Spellsong, and the Moon Maiden had sung it to life from the fire of a thousand thousand stars. “If I cannot have you,” she proclaimed, with a tear in her eye, “take this, to keep you safe. I could not bear it if you were to leave this world, oh purest knight. My heart would fail and the moon would fall from the sky. Spellsong will always keep you safe and defend the innocent, as you do, my sweet beloved Bayard.”

       Or something like that. 

       She’d given him the sword and the speech in the center of the capitol city, praising his heroics, the strength in his heart, and arms, and the cut of his jaw, and the gleam of his eye…and on, and on, and on. Bayard’s face burned scarlet by the time she was done, staring misty-eyed at him while what felt like half the kingdom looked on. The whole thing had been mortifying, and when he’d finally bent and kissed her knuckles in farewell, he’d thought, Thank the gods that’s done with. But he could hardly slip off unnoticed with a sword made from the hearts of a thousand thousand stars, could he? The damn thing shone like a bloody beacon, and, true to its name, it sang.

            As far as hero-knights go, there were a few cornerstones of success that differentiated the cream of the crop. A magic sword was one, and Bayard felt great pride at earning one, like he’d finally become a true knight. An epithet for the stories was another, and unfortunately, after this business with the Moon Maiden, the people of the kingdom had passed right on by “Bold,” “Brave,” and “Brilliant,” to dub him Bayard the Beloved. 

            Still though, the sword was a mighty gift, the likes of which Bayard had never dreamt to possess. Only the finest knights received magic swords from magic maidens, or so the stories would have him believe. A lot of those stories ended with a wedding, but Bayard always left town before that part, thank the gods.

The sword’s singing was odd, but it had helped him on many occasions, telling false faces from true, and its blade could cut through any material used by one of dark intent. He’d been relieved the singing only rang inside his own head, because one misplaced sound could mean his death, when he sought to destroy the forces of evil and defend the innocent.

As now.

The town of Northberry Bay was being terrorized by a dragon. Northberry Bay abutted a harbor on one side, and was surrounded by cruel mountains on three others. Only one path offered passage through the mountains, and the dragon now sat athwart it. Sir Bayard had answered the summons, and when such a far-famed knight arrived to pick up the gauntlet, the Baron got a bit…carried away. 

Every time, thought Bayard the Beloved as he stood beside Baron Hartwicke on the stage in the market square. Baron Hartwicke was outrageously wealthy, as Northberry Bay was one of the kingdom’s busiest ports, so Bayard had anticipated the Baron would offer him some sort of reward for his service. People never let him leave empty handed, and he accepted their gifts as graciously as he could, but that wasn’t why he’d become a knight. He’d taken an oath, a simple oath. Defend the innocent. Bayard was a simple man, too, with simple tastes. He liked a good fight, good ale, and good food. That was all he ever really needed.

Bayard the Beloved stood there on the stage, watching the Baron gesticulating beside him, whipping up the townsfolk as he listed Bayard’s past deeds, telling them that surely Bayard and his sword Spellsong would be their deliverance. Don’t do it, Sir Bayard prayed, his gracious smile firmly in place, a mask to hide his thoughts and the squirmy feeling in his gut. Please, don’t say it.

“…and furthermore,” The Baron continued.

No, don’t say it. Please don’t say it—

“If he can destroy this fell beast, I plan to offer the gallant Sir Bayard the hand of my daughter, Penelope, in marriage!”

Fuck, thought Sir Bayard. Every bloody time.  Keep reading (free) over on Patreon!

(if you like, you can also download the story in ebook form here.)

[en8y]

color match for giovanni potage from epithet erased :D

aesfictothic, arvincet, lexeblushic

magigirltbhic, notlove, pringender

royalirisic, sillywizardic, virtualulovia

[noiselessbuck]

@howldean

Can a pro piracy girl and a pro physical media boy really fall in love

[smileturnandcry]

No ahi panacea...

#notlove #notlive #notsolution #fucklove

[becoming-not-became]

Prayer

Lord if I dietonight I will die knowing that I didmy best with what you have given me and that I have loved and never notloved those needing itand those who offered theirs to me and if I should leave tonight that they toowill come with me here in my heart and I will remain there in theirs too

[havingmoss]

Yes,and I do notlove often.

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[shailoh0108]

Y all be like i love you.

Then fail to communicate, respect, understand and be there

Don’t mask your obsession as love

[twig-gy]

i cant have coherent thoughts abt this rn . DIES BADLY.

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THE FEELING IS MUTUAL BUT IT CAN’T BE LOVE IT CAN’T BE AND THE OTHER COULD NEVER LOVE THEM AND THR THOUGHT THAT THEY DO IS ALMOST TOO MUCH TO BEAR. AND THEY NEED TO SAY IT’S NOTLOVE. BECAUSE IT COULD NEVER BE. LOVE ISNT FOR THEM.

youre cursing me. im so cursed. the children yearn for the hms fake dating.

EVIL HAND RUBBING............ they're lovers but they're not In Love. they're together but not Whole. the idea that they do love each other but would never, could never admit it, because this is all an act and they think the other absolutely doesn't feel the same way too..... loving isn't For them.