pride's not a sin

Sindre Olavsen, representing the city of Trondheim. [ Independent roleplay account, Hetalia OC. ] Main faceclaim: Mathias Lauridsen 

[nordiixa-blog]

Reblog if you don’t mind Slice-of-Life threads that don’t necessarily go anywhere.

✕  there is so much development to be made from people just… being together. there’s no need for a whole huge big plot for muses to make memories. just conversation and doing mundane things together is enough sometimes.

[houseplantmakesmemes]

Platonic Affections Meme

[klapligehesten-deactivated20210]

Send me a ◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair Send me a ♖ for your muse to wash mine’s hair Send me a ♧ for our muses to cuddle Send me a ♤ for my muse to style yours, whether it be clothing, jewelry, makeup, etc is up to you Send me a ♡ for a platonic kiss between our muses Send me a □ for my muse to give yours a backrub Send me a ○ for another type of platonic affection that either the sender or receiver can specify Send me a ° for my muse to try and teach yours something they’re passionate about, a hobby perhaps Send me a ■ for my muse to read a story to yours Send me a • to share headphones with my muse Send me a ☆ to go on a mundane adventure with my muse, such as to get groceries or coffee etc Send me a ● to hold my muse’s hand Send me a ¤ for YOUR (The sender’s) muse to play  with my muse’s hair Send me a ▪ to help my muse with a project, mission, something routine around the house, etc

[tigerstaden]

starter for @nidarosing that no one asked for

     “    Alright.    ”     Ankle clutched in his hand up behind him, Ola let go and let his leg drop, shaking out the cramped muscles. Doing a few quick hops on the spot, he grinned as he finally came to a stop.    “    First man to score five on the other gets    …     ”     Squinting against the sun, he looked around for inspiration, lips twisting mischievously.    “    Actually,    ”    he turned back around and lightly kicked the ball over to Sindre,    “    Name your prize and I’ll give you mine.    ”

[nidarosing]

    “Yeah?” A dangerous glint played across Sindre’s eyes as he toed the football into the air, easily bouncing it on his instep a few times before sending it high enough to grab it out of the air with one hand. “You should know better than to let me set the stakes by now, shouldn’t you? It’s fine, I’ll go easy on you. I’ve got some Rosenborg shirts you can wear for, let’s say, a week? With daily snaps from around the city so I know people get to see you donning the black and white.” He took a long sip from his water bottle, tossing the ball back. 

[sproutaesthetics]

seven deadly sins | PRIDE / SUPERBIA

[nidarosing]

That time of the year again, huh. 

[nidarosing]

[ dreamt about alice kirkland, pirate queen, last night and now sindre is big mopey. what’s up ] 

[nidarosing]

musikstadtwien·:

“ Oh, you know. between becoming culturally endangered and political scandals, I’ve been holding up decently. As long as I have my coffee and my chocolate and my cat, I think I’ll hold up okay. ” Despite the subject matter, Audi seems relatively untroubled by it all. It’s not to say that either is unimportant, but when you’ve seen war and tragedy in your life, things like this are trivial. Silly. 

She rocks on her toes a bit, her eyes darting over his features and searching his expression for nothing in particular– taking him in. “ I just thought a change of pace and scenery would be nice, and what’s a nicer change of scenery than you? Have you been well? Are you going to make me stand out here forever? ”

Business as usual for cityfolk, unfortunately.  Sindre gives a brief, sympathetic grimace before stepping back into his apartment, one arm gesturing into the hallway. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re up and about, at least. Come in, I’ll get you something. Coffee? Tea?” It’s hard to hide the glow that radiates from him at the compliments - he’s easy to please like that, of course. 

“You could’ve always just found a mirror, but I’m glad I sprung to your mind,” he teases, expression softening again. It’s been a while since he had surprise guests, but some things come naturally to him, and welcoming friends with something warm to drink is one of those - particularly in the shifting weather this season has brought him so far. The kitchen is only a brisk walk away, and he glances back at her to await an answer before he prepares anything. 

[galdrafullur]

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[nidarosing]

musikstadtwien·:

“ Sindre! ” Almost immediately, the figurative storm clouds that muddle Audelina’s nerves seem to part. The way that her expression shifts from something perturbed to something so lighthearted and bright is effortless. She’s not certain why she ever thought that Sindre would be unhappy to see her, but the energy that radiates from him is enough to make her want to bounce on her own feet. There’s just something so good about seeing him again. It makes her regret how long it’s been. She’s not certain of whether or not it’s entirely appropriate, but when Sindre hesitates to close the gap himself, Audi goes in for contact instead. She drapes her arms around him in a tight, albeit brief hug, and pulls back to hold her hands up in a cheeky pose of surrender. “ You caught me. Missing you constitutes as an emergency, doesn’t it? ”

The moment Audi takes the initiative and moves in, Sindre’s arms part automatically to squeeze her close for the short but pleasant moment the hug lasts. When she pulls back, the giddy grin has firmly planted root on his face, and his eyes crinkle at the corners at her words. 

“I should hope so,” he muses, leaning against the doorframe as he looks her over. It’s been far too long since the last time they went out, really - it takes a brief moment’s effort not to delve into feeling bad that he hadn’t initiated a surprise meeting like this first. But Audi’s here now, ostensibly just to see him again, and that thought keeps his grin strong. “I missed you too, Süsse. How’s your corner of the world holding up these days?” 

[nidarosing]

🌺

[ Borghild is, for better or worse, a clear frenemy. The fact that Sindre can see a lot of himself in her flaws - arrogance, pride, stubbornness - does nothing to lessen that sense of animosity, though he realizes the hypocricy. Wouldn’t admit to it under anything less than serious duress, though. At the end of the day, though, she’s a rival more than an enemy; competitive spirit outweighs any real grudges, and no matter how much he might deride her to other Norwegians, outsiders can catch these hands if they genuinely talk shit about her. ] 

[musikstadtwien]

     Is it a bit ridiculous to be nervous about visiting a good friend? Perhaps so, but it’s been such a long time since Audi has had the opportunity to spend genuine time with him. That aside, she doesn’t do things like this often. Some people might find them enjoyable, but Audi has never really been one for surprises. Even receiving gifts on Christmas spurs an unpleasant flutter in her chest. How unfortunate it will be if Sindre isn’t a fan of surprises either, but maybe he’ll make an exception for her. 

     How could anyone not?

     There’s a hesitation as she stands at the door, hand raised with the intent to knock but no confidence to follow through. Funny that now of all times is when Audelina’s ever-present confidence seems to vanish. She just worries that he won’t be happy to see her, but fuck it. If it doesn’t go well, she’ll find someone else to harass, she supposes.       That conclusion alone is enough to spur her on, delicate knuckles hitting the door with a clean and crisp knock. “ You better be home, ” she calls playfully, hopefully,  “ I walked all the way here just to see you. ” @nidarosing // closed starter

[nidarosing]

Despite having done his morning run, there’s a restlessness in Sindre’s legs that won’t let him focus on the book he’s been trying to read for the past solid thirty minutes or so. When he hears the knock on his apartment’s door, he looks up from his unsuccessful endeavour, white noise in his brain clearing up to make room for a curious excitement. The distraction is complete when he hears the muffled yet familiar voice from the other side of the door, and with little regard for placing a bookmark before shuffling his reading material aside (he hadn’t gotten very far, anyway), Sindre springs up from the couch, a delighted grin spreading across his features as he strides over to the source of the sound. 

“Audi!“ He’s already beaming by the time he’s unlocked the door and opened it, and seeing her face in front of him for the first time in a while does nothing to dampen it. It takes a certain amount of restraint not to immediately pull her into a hug, bouncing slightly on his feet instead. “What are you doing here?” His shoulders sink down into a somewhat calmer, more playful expression. “If you walked all the way here, it’s either an emergency or you just really missed me, and I don’t see you in a rush, so...“ 

[nidarosing]

🌺

[ Sindre has always had somewhat conflicting feelings about Ola - wanting to prove himself, wanting to be good enough for him, wanting him, being jealous, wanting his attention and at the same time wishing he cared less. Above all, Ola is Sindre’s best friend bar none, and while he’ll happily fistfight him over football if need be and rib on him mercilessly when a harmless weak point appears, he’d never want to actually risk their friendship, because he’d never quite forgive himself if Ola was genuinely and rightfully mad at him. ] 

[nidarosing]

🌺

[ Audi is one of Sindre’s favourite people out there - a good friend, someone to joke around with or be serious and elegant depending on the mood, and he sincerely cherishes her as someone he can have a good time with when he needs kind of a break from the rest of the world. He misses her a lot. Used to be kind of torn between being jealous of her and being jealous of Ola, because they’re both goddamn catches and they know it, but nobody needs to know about that, obviously. Pretty much just settles these days on platonically wedging himself in there because he loves his friends and also feelings are exhausting. ] 

[nidarosing]

🌺 thonk

[ Sindre sees Sigurd as a father figure of sorts, as it’s probably the easiest way to explain their relationship - eventually as a big brother, but by now, the dad jokes have run for long enough that it’s the default association. That said, it’s only a label; the basis of it, in the end, is that Sigurd is someone Sindre looks up to, always have, considers a rolemodel, and desperately hopes he isn’t disappointing. Sigurd’s approval means so much to him, few people could break his spirit quicker with a harsh word; fortunately, Sindre also trusts that any criticism from him would be meant to help him grow, rather than beat him down. There’s arguably no one out there Sidre has quite as much respect for. ] 

[roleplayers-ink]

Send 🌺 to hear what my muse likes about yours

[nidarosing]

Vent, du har no-- [He reaches up and carefully untangles what proves to be tiny bits of red, white and blue paper streamers from Sindre's hair. Ola grins and dangles it in the air.] Koste deg i går, skjønner jeg?

[Sindre automatically ducks his head down as Ola reaches up, humming a little as he straightens back up and looks at the colourful streamers.] Eh, det e ikke ordentlig 17. mai om det ikke vises på dæ etterpå. [He shrugs pleasantly, pocketing his hands.] Du da? My liv? 

[nidarosing]

[ (baps microphone) hey is this thing on ]