stars and lightning

There's no one on the island telling them they're not good enough, so they just go ahead and sing and paint and write. ind. personification of iceland // penned by tea

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ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ʙᴀᴅᴜᴍ, ʙᴀᴅᴜᴍ, ʙᴀᴅᴜᴍ, ʙᴀᴅᴜᴍ .

                        independent, selective oc for the personification of iceland.                                                       est 2018 , revived 2021

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ooc;

i listened to sympathy for the devil a few too many times this week and am building muse for my england oc but... hes so hard to write

[morg-lefay]

Fairy rings in moss, Iceland

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// ooc.

crawling out of the bog i fell into to say that fannar STAYS in a TTPD era and i really want y'all to know that... my boy is perpetually single and sits in his shower-bath fully clothed crying to the smallest man who ever lived

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I'm not signing into Teo's account for this, but I just saw thunderbolts and icb marvel accessed my brain files specifically and ripped off teo's super verse (mostly just the shadow form and blacking out the city, but!!!) I was, as the kids say, gagged

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ooc;;

sorry ive disappeared a little, im sick but also got my internet fixed so i can play DBD again and it has consumed me

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sinusitis is kicking my ass - i'm feeling better generally but still have a scratchy cough feeling in the base of my throat that won't go away orz i dont want more antibiotics, they taste whack

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ooc;;

sorry ive disappeared a little, im sick but also got my internet fixed so i can play DBD again and it has consumed me

[suntusita]

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"Sometimes I worry about you! You really need to loosen up a little bit. Did you know that being constantly tense can lead to just being lackluster. And trust me, that is definitely not a pleasant experience, from what I've heard." Honestly, Mirèlha, that's hardly the most persuasive way to get someone to relax.

As the rain poured down, it created a lively dance of pitter-patters on the roof of the gazebo where they stood. Mirèlha suddenly gathered her white skirt in her hands. Then, without a word, she stepped out into the downpour, letting the cool water soak her completely. When the chill droplets reached her face, she instinctively pushed the water back with her hands, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she registered the chill.

Blinking rapidly against the pouring rain, she turned to Fannar, a filling laugh escaping her lips. "Okay," she admitted loudly, her voice slightly breathless, "it is a little chilly, but I promise you won't dissolve!"

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Fannar watched quietly as Mirèlha took her skirt into her hands and stepped out into the rain, his lips hanging open dumbly – like the words he didn’t know how to say were falling out of his mouth. It had been a long time since he had met someone like her – so willing to live; so seemingly carefree with such an easy air around her. He often wondered how women could be so graceful even in the graceless – pushing the rainwater out of her face, and he watched on still as it caught in her eyelashes, leaving Mirèlha fluttering her eyes in a way that had Fannar struggling to catch his breath. It wasn’t fair.

But then he was laughing, turning his own eyes away as he covered his mouth, hoping she didn’t think him rude. ‘A little chilly? Do you forget where I am?’

Despite his better judgement, Fannar peered out from under the gazebo and up into the sky - dark with clouds with heavy rain. Was she really going to make him do this?

Ever the careful man, Fannar took off his coat first, setting it on the seat of the structure, before finally stepping out.

The Icelander flinched as the first of the rain patted into his hair and down his neck, causing him to retract into himself in momentary discomfort, but as the cold washed over him, he eased, heaving out a sigh. It was warmer than the waters he was used to.  

‘Dissolve? I don’t know, I could fall away into seafoam. I haven’t been in a rainstorm like this since…’ his words trialed as he tried to recall, but he only shook his head, ‘—a long time ago.’ He wasn’t used to shouting over rain, and his voice cracked a little with it, leaving Fannar laughing at himself, light and singsong as he ran a hand back through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes.

‘Do you come out in the rain often? Aren’t you worried you’ll get sick?’ He fully expected her to be taking off her shoes to stomp in the puddles next.

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It was colder than what she had been used to. It wasn't too much of a temperature difference but there was a clear difference for her. Aileen didn't mind the cold. She found herself nice and bundled up with her freshly knitted scarf. She'd have to remember to give Fannar his scarf later, as she had left it back at where she was staying.

❝I see. Snorkeling between the plates sounds so adventurous. Perhaps even too adventurous for me.❞ She laughed to herself. Her adventuring days were far behind her at this point. The most adventure she would do was surfing on the beach in the summer or backpacking through the mountains.

Besides, snorkeling didn't seem safe in her opinion.

❝I apologize! I always forget not everyone understands the slang. ❛The Reek❜ is what we call Croagh Patrick. It's a mountain, not too difficult to climb. I used to make frequent trips up the mountain when I was younger. You'd love it up there, though I fear the sights will never compare to what we're looking at right now.❞ Aileen hummed again. Maybe she could invite him to Reek Sunday...

At the mention of minks, Aileen's green eyes suddenly lit up. ❝Yes I have! We have a lot of them back home. I don't see them as much where I live, though. It's not like I live in the wilderness anymore.❞ Aileen gently bumped her arm into Fannar's, grinning up at him. ❝We have quite a lot of shared fauna, don't we? I have to show you the puffins next time you're around. You should bring Ferskja too. All three of my cats love making friends; well, except for Loki but he's always been mean.❞

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‘I know what you mean—’ Fanar nodded in gentle agreement, his eyes turned towards the exposed plates once more. He had never been snorkeling himself, though he had swam there often after the earthquakes that caused the fissure in… Gods, he couldn’t remember the year; though he knew it was more recent than his mind was letting him believe.

‘I am not much of the adventurous sort myself… I was too young to be a Vikingr… too sick. I spent much of my childhood in safety.’ He explained, his words trailing in a slow sort of way, like his mind was in some far-off place; some distant past that his fingers couldn’t quite catch. The blond cleared his throat, shooting Aileen an awkward smile.

‘I would love to visit… if you would have me. There is much of the Isles that I haven’t seen before.’ Fannar cursed at himself for his way of speaking, bringing a hand to his mouth as if it would help him rearrange his words at all. He found it difficult to be so casual with people, but his choice of phrasing often got him odd looks from passersby.

‘Um… I do not think Ferskja would like to come, though. She has never travelled. She is an indoor cat, and an only child…’ Again, his words trailed, though this time in surprise from hearing the name. ‘Loki? That is a brave choice. Was he mischievous before, or after you gave him his name?’

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ooc;

rocking back and forth listening to the prophecy by taylor swift as i add it to fannars playlist

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one bright morning changes all things .

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Fannar knew that feeling all too well.

He turned his eyes to the sea, bright and glistening, with birdsong through the breeze enough to make anyone feel hopeful. Fannar was used to rougher seas – darker waters and starker sounds, but there he was on the warm sands of Monaco. So far from home, but water was always the same.

‘Do you always wake up feeling so… ah, English… positive?’ He asked, hoping the flatness in his tone didn’t come across poorly. He always struggled around pretty women, and the warm morning sun did nothing to help his state; hot and flustered and very nearly stumbling through the sand - even it felt lighter than that of his home.

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stolen from the dash from @suntuusita bc i do LOVE a good picrew and i haven't done this one in a while... everytime i remember fannar has a cat, i forget her name

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Some physical aspects of Fannar:

His cheeks and nose are almost always pink from windburn.

His hands are very long and thin and very nearly dainty. They're very soft and smooth and he takes great care to always wash his hands when he needs too, and he uses organic goats milk soaps; their only flaw is he often has callouses at the base of his fingers from pulling ropes on his sailboat.

His eyes are a shade of cornflower blue, but I also describe them as grey because of how they look in the starker lighting of ice.land.

He has very faint freckles on his nose and shoulders.

He has a slight gap between his left-side central and lateral incisors.

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@deoraxde from x .

Fannar felt light headed as soon as the spry, pretty girl grabbed a hold of him, pulling him up onto the scratchy rocks of his home. He nearly tripped over his own feet trying to stand atop of them, too tall even for his young body, and he felt wholly too high up. ‘Aileen…’ his little voice rang out, his accent thick around the name. He held onto her just as tightly, fearful of falling and getting scratched on those sharp edges. He looked to the mountain in question, his stomach falling through the ground. He had heard stories about the mountain – Hekla, as he knew her – and the boy knew better than to go stomping where Gods don’t go. The Huldufólk wouldn’t approve at all. ‘That’s not just a mountain, Aileen… Hekla is a volcano.’ He explained, a scowl on his face as he looked down to the girl. ‘It would be very hot up there… and you know, what if we fall in?’ Fannar thought these were very real issues to think about, even as he swayed a little, trying to keep centred on the rocks they were stood upon. ‘The Elves wouldn’t like us going up there… we’ll get into trouble.’

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 . ( a collection of lyric - based prompts based on hozier's album . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

i'm holding my world together with a bootstring .

i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute .

my life was a storm since i was born , how could i fear any hurricane ?

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i .

i miss when we did not need much .

we didn't get it right , but we did our best .

when people say that something is forever , either way it ends .

i have never known a silence like the one fallen here .

there's money to be made , whatever is still to come .

i don't want to be anything like this at all .

there are some things that nobody teaches you .

we can celebrate the good that we've done .

if there was anyone to get through this life with their heart in tact , they didn't do it right .

all i needed was someone .

you only feel it when it's lost .

the awful things we do to make our heads feel quiet .

you may never know your fortune .

so far from home to have a stranger call you 'darling' .

i'm a butchered tongue still singing here above the ground .

if i was a riptide , i wouldn't take you out .

knowing that everything ends won't change our plan .

i feel lighter than i have in so much time .

i don't know how the feeling ended .

i know we want this to go easy by being somebody's fault .

how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me ?

if i said that this was drowning , you'd tell me i'm walking on water .

who wants to live forever , babe ?

old and young are welcome to the meal .

how can something be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems ?

we had nowhere to go and every desire to go there .

if i fall , i only pray , don't fall away from me .

all our weight is just a burden offered to us by the world .

getting through still has a cost .

so much of our life is just carving through the dark .

after this i'm never gonna be the same .

some part of me must have died the first time you called me 'baby' .

are there limits to emptiness ?

i wish i was the sunlight , just sitting on the mississippi .

if you need to , darling , lean your weight onto me .

you can't buy this fineness .

some part of me must have come alive the first time you called me 'baby' .

the future's so bright it's burning .

i would do anything just to run away .

i heard once , it's the comforts that make us feel numb .

darkness always finds you , either way .

i know being reckless and young isn't how the damage gets done .

i haven't felt it since then .

i do not have wings , love , and i never will .

one time we would want for nothing , we knew what our love was worth .

i think i'll take my whiskey neat .

i'd still be surprised i could find you , in any life .

i don't need to know where we begin and end .

my name always hits my ears as such an awful sound .

i'm taking no orders , i'm gonna be nobody's soldier .

living the dream , benzos and gasoline .

i wish i could go along , don't get me wrong .

do you think i'd give up ?

i'm infinitely suffering , but fighting it off like all creation .

if you're drunk on life , babe , that's great .

what good would it be on the far side of things ?

i aim low , i aim true and to the ground is where i go .

i wouldn't sell the world , i would hold on for all its worth .

choose between being a butcher and a pauper .

i feel as useful as dirt .

it's the sound of it that brings me here .

when was the last time ?

i want to fade away with you .

whatever keeps you around , it keeps you around .

funny how true colors shine in darkness and secrecy .

when i was younger , i used to guess if there were limits to emptiness .

you know i'm good on my own .

one bright morning changes all things .

i'm sick to my skin , watching the news again .

how could you think i'd scare so easily ?

now that it's done , there's not one thing i would change .

would all things god allows remain above ground ?

i'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you .

you treat your mouth like it's heaven's gate .

could this be how every day begins ?

i can scarce believe what i'm believing in .

whatever you choose , you lose in the long run .

your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowing yourself .

the goal i was aiming for was the wrong one .

you're too sweet for me .

your heart , love , has such darkness .

let the sun only shine on me through a falling sky .

i don't wanna choose between being a salesman and a soldier .

how do you sleep so well ?

i wouldn't sell the world for all the gold and sterling .

the street is for the laughter of young women and men .

you can keep a dream in your mind only to find out it's the hope that's killing you .

each time i'm shocked by the light .

july is still coming , just knowing that gets me through .

maybe i have yet to venture out and see the places i dream about .

no closer could i be to god .

what you live in , it finds a way to live in you .

i want to be so far away from sight and mind .

you know the distance made no difference to me .

i thought you were like an angel to me .

i'd move so fast that i'd outpace the dawn .

all my love and terror balanced there between those two eyes .

i'm still glad i met you .

that moment i knew , i had no choice but to love you .

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never forget