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@islandiis
my health has been so so poor lately and is likely to get worse before it gets better but even if I'm not actively ✨writing✨ right now I'm tempted to do some overhaul here... Thought about moving to a new blog but I love the threads here :( might change my url tho. But Fannar is my sweet boy as ever just wanna make some tweaks ehehe so here's him being my sweetie pea
felt it necessary to inform you guys that while playing 3.5 D&D my rogue (not Fannar) was meant to goad/taunt a bugbear and I has nothing prepared so I panicked and said "YOU'RE NOT A GOOD BEAR AND YOU'RE A TERRIBLE BUG!" and that's like The most Fannar thing I could've said in that moment honestly
life continues to beat me up but I drew D&D au Fannar again
hey guys
been absolutely suffering but been thinking about changing a couple of HCs including that Fannar has never dated humans to actually there was this guy named Brynjar in '92
I'm not gonna have time to draw it until way after the event but. Fannar for the masquerade ball —
- a really nice, simple black suit. maybe some intricate details at the cuffs or something, or cufflinks that match the mask
- a mask made by a local artisan similar to this one. the brown tones replaced with blacks and greys to match the suit, though — and admittedly he's pretty dang self conscious in it ('are the horns too big?', 'is it too eccentric?') but he's very very proud to represent a local artist and has some of their business cards in his wallet to share lol
ANOTHER ERUPTION Currently the 12th eruption since 2021 (that's absolutely wild — these systems were dormant for centuries and we have been there to see them reawaken) is happening in Reykjanes and the fissure is stretching north more than it ever has since 2023. There's a big ass wall of lava and the blue lagoon (among other areas) have been evacuated again. Gas clouds have been blowing down to Keflavík and up towards the Westfjords and people have been told to stay inside because of high levels of So2 in the air
Mirèlha froze, her heart catching in her throat. Ribbit, ribbit. The sound, so sudden and close, sent a jolt of terror through her. With a gasp, she stumbled behind Fannar, a puff of exhausted air escaping her lips. "It's looking at me...!" She squeaked, peering over his shoulder at the large, fat frog that idled so calmly in their path. This hike had definitely taken a scary turn for the Mediterranean woman.
@islandiis ; short and sweet ❤️
When she startles like that, Fannar almost does as well — and instinctively he's putting an arm up in front of her when she hides behind him. But then he realises it's the frog - and he doesn't laugh, because anyone can be scared of anything, he understands - but he lowers his arm and gives her a warming little smile.
"I'll move him," he answers simply. "Stay here, one second."
And then he's going and kneeling down, using a stick to poke at it's hind legs to get it moving again. It hops once and doesn't move, so he pokes gently again.
"You don't like frogs?"
"I've had more than enough time on my hands to decide to take a little trip somewhere, and Iceland just so happened to be it," Willem replied, gaze settling fully on the shorter male. "What tipped the scale more was that there's a good bit being promoted that can be done in Iceland during the summer."
Offering a little smirk--it was a bit amusing, the Dutchman had to admit--he then gave a little shrug. "Couldn't pass up the chance, so I'm here for a while at least, and my first thought was to stop by here."
After he'd called ahead, that is. / starter for @islandiis.
There's a swell of pride in his chest, carefully kept hidden — there always is, when people choose Iceland to visit over anywhere else. He understands Iceland is a 'bucket list destination', of course - they do draw in a lot of visitors yearly - but every time, it still feels like something to be grateful for. Every time.
"Oh— yes!" He opens the door that little bit wider to Willem. His place is... well, small, but it's warm and it's cozy and he hopes it'll at least be a welcoming place to start. Besides Keflavík, of course. "The sun is out - or, well, up - all the time in the summer, basically. When it's not raining. But it doesn't get dark, I mean. So there's lots and lots of things to do."
And almost immediately, his cat comes running to greet the guest — Fannar rubs sheepishly at the nape of his neck. "This is Mjási. She's friendly and, not shy, as you can see. Can I get you some coffee? Or I have black tea?"
"Sometimes it's a good feeling that's important," he smiles, his own fingertips beginning to prickle with cold in spite of his gloves. He shifts so that he can follow suit in tucking his hands in under his arms. "Maybe it's silly, but sometimes, I think the lights are like a reminder to be hopeful. Sometimes you are disappointed, yes, but that's also something important. If you didn't have the disappointing times, the good times wouldn't be so special."
His cheeks warm a little more, and Fannar suddenly laughs a quiet, bashful laugh. Oh. He's talking too much. "Sorry, I— I just think a lot."
Not just. It's a secret he's kept hidden, all the time he's lived: he writes. He's lost track of how many poems he's written on the subject of the northern lights, so they bring up many a thought — but that knowledge, he'll burn his throat on lava before he ever admits it aloud. No, that's just for him... even when he feels the occasional, fleeting pang to tell someone. In all his years, it is his best guarded secret.
"No — it's not," he answers, gratefully drawn from his own head. He untucks one hand so that he can gesture along the shape of one arc. "Little electric... Ah, the fucking English — particles? — From the sun, they come to the Earth. Our magnetic field pushes most of it away, but in the north and the south, the magnetic field is the most weak — which is why we only really get them there. And, so, when they come into Earth, they'll hit, like, oxygen and stuff up there — and when they do, it makes a tiny light. So, really, what it's all just... billions upon billions of little tiny lights, and they all come together. And that's what we see."
He turns his head to look at Aiden, and he smiles. "I was told, it's the same as how neon lamps work. How people were able to just..." He gestures back up to the lights, as if emphasizing their size. "It's so big, here. But then these little lights, they're like... they're kind of like the northern lights, but — eh — controlled, you know? Isn't that the most incredible thing? That such smart people could take these lights, and put them in a jar to make something beautiful that they wanted to make. They're so different, but also... not so different. Isn't that amazing?"
Once again, he catches himself as talking too much, and he once again shrinks into himself. With a bashful laugh: "I-I'm sorry — I'm really talking a lot this evening."
A reminder to be hopeful. Aiden liked that, and it was proven in the smile he wore, eyes turned up to the skies again, too scared to blink in fear of missing even a moment. There weren’t words enough for a beauty like this, and to have the moment shared with someone who’s passion burned just as brightly? Aiden didn’t know what to do with himself. ‘Don’t apologise—’ he said quickly, shaking his head as he turned his eyes to Fannar once more, offering him a small, kind smile. ‘I don’t think enough. At least you can do it for the both of us. Usually I’m more of a talker, but… I don’t know. Something about all this makes me feel like I’m in a library or something. Like I have to be quiet. I know that there’s no one around us for—what? Miles, at least? But I don’t know. Even if there’s mice in this plain, I don’t want to disturb them.’ Aiden drew his knees up to his chest, his arms rested across the tops with his chin propped up. He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he listened to Fannar – even as he swore. It was somehow endearing to hear such a simple break in an explanation that would otherwise be academic in some regard. Aiden had never been much of a listener – not an active one, his mind always too busy to be quiet for someone else – but something in his chest told him that he was going to remember that. He could still so easily remember when he first saw a lava lamp. It was the sixties, and he was high, and he stared at it for what felt like an eternity – he couldn’t tell where he ended and the light begun, like he had melted into the undulating pool of red. Even that experience couldn’t measure up to the real thing.
‘I like this better.’ Aiden finally managed, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth. He rubbed his lips together, dry from the cold, as if it would fight away the incessant need to start talking. He was desperately trying to learn that silence was okay too. ‘Than lava lamps, I mean. They always break. In my experience, anyway. Just… lifeless blobs in a glass case.’ He heaved out a sigh, shifting wet shoes in the snow. ‘Don’t apologise—’ Aiden said again, quicker than the first time and laughing airily himself. ‘I enjoy your talking. It gives me a break for once. Besides, I’m learning something. That’s worth it, isn’t it?’ He turned his eyes to the lights once more, his breath swirling out in light clouds in front of him. 'I think the red is my favourite... but the green is otherworldly.'
"I get it," Fannar answers, eyes following the flickering arc of green that moves over their heads like an echo. "I think they're... humbling. They make you want to just... enjoy the quiet. Be part of it."
He remains laying on his back, like the ground might swallow him back — just like how it birthed him, so long ago. That's part of it, too. Just... being a part of all of it. Of nature. Of life. In his case, too, of destruction — an endless cycle, destruction and creation. That's Iceland.
"I don't know," he answers, softly. "I mean... Well. I haven't ever owned a lava lamp, but — but at least you know they're reliable, when they're *not* broken. You switch them on and, I think you have to let them heat up, if I remember right — and then they work. There's something comforting in that, in it's own way. Right?"
He turns his own eyes back to the sky, and they're soft around the edges. Like he's really glad to be here and talking to Aiden. Truly.
"But it is disappointing when they break," he cedes. "And it's disappointing when you drive out into the middle of nowhere and nothing happens."
He huffs out a quiet laugh through his nose, and it drifts away a second later like it had never been. "I'm usually not so talkative," he admits, holding the back of his hand to his mouth as he grins. "I just like talking with you."
So simple. So honest, too, like it's a given.
"Yeah," he answers softly. "I think the red is my favourite, too."
fannar rn:
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He's still got his head hidden in his hands, at this point. He peeks through his fingers to stare at the ground, eyes flickering thoughtfully. All their time together and he's never thought about it before, it seems.
"Craig is my best friend," he says quietly. "I mean — he's good looking. I think everyone would say that? And he's talented, and he's so kind. And he knows me, probably better than basically anybody else." His hands cover his eyes again, and he stifles a cough as best he can. "Sometimes I actually think he knows me better than I know myself, even. He's really special, but he's also my best friend — and he's handsome, of course, and we get along so well. But maybe we're too similar sometimes? And I wouldn't want to ever do anything to affect our friendship. So I don't — I don't know. He's really handsome and I know how special he is, but... I would be too afraid of ever ruining what we have. Does this... make sense?"
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This one has him blushing so hard that he legitimately feels lightheaded. He ducks his head slightly, but it does nothing to hide. Hotter than any fever he could run, any magma breaking the surface of his land. Certainly telling of something, no? A crush here, as well? And this time, he seems like he's thinking very carefully, hands coming together so fingers can fidget.
"There's something about him," he says, so quietly. "I don't know how to describe it, but it's like — it's — he's just so... Like, even though we've only hung out a couple of times, he's just... I want to talk to him. I want to... Like, I want to know what he thinks? And I want to spend time with him. He's so... Aghh — I can't think of the word in English," he's hiding his face in his hands at this point, so everything is coming out muffled. "You feel like you can relax around him. I feel like I can relax around him. I... Oh, God — I would. Yes. Fuck."
Smash or pass: Japan
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"Japan?" He echoes quietly, cheeks still burning. This one, he actually has to think some about, and he turns his head away to cough quietly into one hand. He's... Never really thought about it before, truly.
"I mean... I do think he's handsome," he admits sheepishly, tipping his head up slightly in thought. "But... Hm. I've never thought about it? I-I mean, I don't — I don't think about this a whole lot, with anyone! Not unless it comes up. I... We do have a lot of connections, between our countries. And I think he's very nice, and we get along very well, but... um, I don't know him as well as I'd like to? And — And I feel like, we can both be quite... shy. I don't know how it would happen. I don't think I feel a lot of, what is it they say — is it "chemistry"? — in that regard? we... I don't think it would come up. I don't really know how to initiate these things, not much, and — ah — there's also this..." He kind of gestures with his hands, but then turns his palms up unsurely. "He seems so much more... I don't know. Experienced? Than me. I feel like he's much older than me, if that makes sense. N-Not in an offensive way—! I just mean... You know— I just feel like we're different, kind of."
With this said, he sheepishly sits back and folds his hands in his lap. "He's handsome, and has always been kind to me, but... I guess, pass? Maybe if we knew each other better...? I don't know."
Smash or pass…America
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The speed at which Fannar's pallor dissolves into an intense blush is almost funny. Oh? A crush? All his learned manners are forgotten in a moment, and his eyes are firmly fixed somewhere off to the side. In this moment, subtlety is not his strongest suit.
"America? I — Well, I-I mean — we do have history," he's trying to make his voice at least come out audible, but one still has to listen hard to hear him. He clears his throat, and then tries again. "He was... He was the first person to recognise my independence in 1944. I mean, Denmark, um, the Danish King — yeah. But it was America who recognised my independence first, and... Well, when Britain invaded, the American troops then came in because they were neutral. I mean, that brought it's own problems — ah, but..." Geopolitics and historical relations differ to personal feelings, he reminds himself, and his blush deepens once again.
"In those years, we talked sometimes. My English was poor, but... um, he... inspired me. A lot. About independence. And... I — well?" Bro looks like he's about to combust, honestly. He can't help but cough, turning his head away before he sheepishly admits, "I-I would. Definitely. If it ever came up."
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 “𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 / 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 (𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒) 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒” + 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘.
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New eruption in sundhnúkagígar / just north of Grindavík (same that's been ongoing on and off for a good while now). Grindavík and the Blue Lagoon were evacuated again. The fissue is about 1200m and was extending southward (within the dikes surrounding Grindavík). A hot water pipe has bust which confirms there's cracking within the town. The photo below shows how it's through the dikes north of town.
As of right now, volcanic activity has subsided but seismic activity is still high in the magma crater.
