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  APH Nyo!Iceland. | Semi selective. | Penned by Ghost.  

[islag]

PSA.

it saddens me to post this but I will be retiring this blog. I just don’t have enough time and energy to put in this blog as much as it deserves. I really enjoyed playing her and writing her!! She is an absolute sweetheart. I’m just painfully busy as it is, and I don’t have as much time as I’d like to.

That said you can always find me on my other active blogs:                         @bellasognatrice                        @nordlige-stjerne                        @nonducoro-duco                        @chuantiandehua

                 And in case you want to hit me up and maybe RP over Discord, my Discord is

smooches from your friendly ghost

[compulsive]

[islag]

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rules.                                                 muse.                            penned by ghost.

[islag]

@goudenschat gave a ♡ for a starter!

“Unn-” Try as she might, there was no way that this shortie could reach the mug that was set on the top shelf. She huffed in frustration. Why do people always insist on having really tall shelves that are always so much out of her reach?! How mean!

It was not often that she got frustrated but this time, Filipía couldn’t help herself.

Deciding that it was necessary - and there was no one else in the break room, she made a bit of space for herself on the counter and carefully climbed onto it, with her knees on the counter. Just as she caught the mug she wanted, she froze solid when she heard someone cough.

Turning her head to the side, she froze once more in embarrassment seeing Katerjine there, the lady of Netherlands. Oh no…

      Her face is painfully red and she quickly looks down, still frozen in spot.

                                  “H-hello.”

[islag]

@toberoundistobefree gave a ♡ for a starter!

Despite knowing it was considered rude,  Filipía couldn’t help but glance here and there to look at what Heike was doing. She was a curious sort even if she pretended not to be.   So, she leaned her head to the side here and there to see what he’s doing. Ohh…

She couldn’t help the excitement that was painfully obvious on her face and she had to sit on her own very two hands to keep in her excitement. Filipía always liked pretty things - especially drawings. And seeing someone drawing so well beside her made her extremely curious and giddy.        Uncertain if she should say anything or not, she decided she might as well… just say it’s nice. After all, she loved it when people said her art was nice, so this was the least she could do right?

              “...That’s really good. What you’re drawing there, I mean. Um. Sorry for bothering you, hah.”

[islag]

-- a like for a starter!

[1st-1]

Jupiter and 4 of her moons peaking out from behind our moon! 

[islag]

gedurfde-fortuin‌

Sometimes, Abel arrived earlier to the place in which they held the meetings, and that was one of the occasions. He enjoyed the silence, after all - he could sit near the local cafe and read a book, or just do whatever on his laptop before everyone else arrived. 

Abel was about to go into the meeting room when he heard distant music. At first, he was about to brush it off because it could just be one of his fellow annoying nations playing really loud music, but… it didn’t sound like it was. The blond decided to follow the sound source and he ended up standing behind Filipía, watching her play the piano.

The way her hands swiftly moved over the keyboard was mesmerising and Abel couldn’t look away. The music was beautiful, too. But being a bit of a musician himself, he noticed the melancholy in the melody. Just when he was about to say something, she noticed his presence and tripped, causing Abel’s eyes to go wide open.

“Hey, sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you.” He quickly apologised, kneeling next to her to help her back up. “Are you alright?” Abel asked, not yet noticing the scratched knee. He did see the ripped tights, however. “Do you have anything you can change into?”

“It’s… alright.” The little girl managed to mumble, all the while trembling like a leaf. Man, she really didn’t like this. She felt stupid and small, and all she wanted to do was make a run for it for her bedroom and hide under her covers.

Looking down to her tights, she cringed a little seeing how they were now ripped and that her usually pale skin was now pink and red from the skinning. She gingerly touched it, curious to see if it would hurt. It only stung a little but it was nevertheless not great. Pulling her hand back, she looked back up at him.      “No- not really. It’s alright though.” She was too embarrassed to hold his gaze and quickly looked down, moving her hands to try and tug her skirt a bit lower to hide the rip. It did it’s job somewhat, though it really wasn’t that great. “I’ll be alright. Thank you-”

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memesandthings‌:

SEND A NUMBER FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE FOLLOWING:

1 ⊱ my muse makes/buys breakfast for yours.

2 ⊱ my muse drunkenly flirts with yours.

3 ⊱ my muse accidentally spills a drink on yours.

4 ⊱ my muse has to share a taxi with yours.

5 ⊱ my muse tells yours an embarrassing story.

6 ⊱ my muse greets yours after two years apart.

7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.

8 ⊱ my muse angrily shouts at yours.

9 ⊱ my muse attempts to get your muse’s attention.

10 ⊱ my muse is crying and is caught by yours.

11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.

12 ⊱ my muse doesn’t remember who your muse is.

13 ⊱ my muse asks your muse for a favor.

14 ⊱  my muse wakes up beside yours.

15 ⊱ my muse suddenly feels sick while hanging out with yours.

16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse.

17 ⊱ my muse dances with yours.

18 ⊱ my muse tries on your muse’s clothing.

19 ⊱ my muse surprises your muse.

20 ⊱ my muse takes care of your inebriated muse.

[melisica]

(by _gonegal)

[serialstranger]

[islag]

what colour is your soul mark?

PURPLE

Those who bear a purple soulcolor are responsible, conforming, and grounded. They prefer predictability over instability and do not take to change well. They prefer to follow a daily schedule to keep themselves motivated and on the path to success, and they don’t stray from their daily chores often.  While they don’t like conforming to society, they also don’t like to stand out.

History and tradition are a big part of their identity. They hold family close to their heart, whether they are found or by blood, and have a high moral standard of themselves. They prefer to be supporting roles in people’s lives, often doing the hard labor to make sure everything falls in place.

Since this is a serving type, they tend to become community service members and are most likely to volunteer to help their community. Despite their need to help others, they are highly introverted and keep a close closed off circle of friends. It’s hard to break through their wall to become part of their circle, but it’s rewarding.

Purple soulcolors are always worried about the “what ifs” and are more drawn to pessimistic or realistic outlooks on life. They are cautious around new situations and never expect they’ll succeed. They often feel misunderstood by society, since most types tend to lean on the optimistic side of life, and only want to point out things that may hurt others, but this causes them to appear like the “party pooper” of the group.

Tagged by: @kaltiisms

Tagging: steal it from me smooch

[islag]

a-lion-roars‌

Honestly? England had been warding off a mounting cold the past week or so and he had made the brilliant decision to take a few more tablets of over-the-counter flu medication than absolutely necessary. He had felt fine. Great. Good.

That was, until the nice bowl of giveaway fruit turned out to not be entirely edible. He paused; eyes flicking to the witness to his stupid, stupid mistake. In a moment of panic, he chucked the plastic apple across the room and struck a casual pose, awkwardly propping his head up with an elbow against the table.

“What? No. What? I’m fine.” Iceland? Yes, that was Iceland, for sure. “Hello.”

Well, Filipía couldn’t help but jump when he chucked the apple away and she couldn’t help but stare as he did that. Well… that surely was something. She chuckled nervously and hid her hands behind her back in embarrassment.

Still, she was a bit unsure of what to say or do at that moment. Should she act like nothing happened? Should she… do something? And do what?

“You sure? I have an unopened bottle of water if you’d like to have a drink…” She offered and opened her bag to take it out, offering the bottle to him. “I don’t mind.”

[islag]

@kaltiisms from x.

The young girl hugged her knees to her chest. It was really cold in this house, even if there were some embers still in the fireplace. She sighed softly and leaned her cheek against her hands, looking out the window to watch the rainfall.

“Promise we won’t end up like Nore and Dan.” She murmured quietly. “You hear them fighting all the time, don’t you? I never knew they could get like that.”

She shuddered as she remembered the last night’s fight. She wasn’t sure what it started with, but she did remember seeing the pain and hurt in Johanne’s face and the anger in Sigurd’s - something she never thought she’d see it.

“Promise me, okay?”

[lamadridmari]

My edit ❖  Houkago Koishita

-Lamadridmari

[ravenresources]

         the stars welcome them with open arms.

[islag]

⋆ @a-lion-roars started following you! ⋆

“I wouldn’t-”  Filipía quickly lifted her hands in hopes she’d manage him to stop from biting into the fake fruit that was used as decoration in the meeting hall.

But it was too late and she cringed inside over the sound of him biting into the plastic. “Uh oh... Would you like some water to clean out the taste?”