#dorkdenmark

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@dorkdenmark im sorry mom

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I ship you with dorkdenmark v.v

~Who do you ship me with?~

Y-You can’t ship me with s-senpai what are you doing?!?

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@dorkdenmark This is based on on of your posts. A very adorable post, might I add!

http://dorkdenmark.tumblr.com/post/132228207967/imagine-tiny-denmark-having-a-crush-on-tiny

Hope you like it!

[krolium]

Numb

Loosely based on a really old headcanon by @dorkdenmark that I... can’t find. The basic idea is that when Denmark becomes depressed, his hair falls flat. This is really more just a vent-fic though, and I only mention said headcanon like once

He'd always thought that people with depression were just sad all the time.

Those impressions faded when depression started to wear into him, taking blows at his mood and his ego.

But he didn’t feel sad – he felt numb.

Weak.

Useless.

And some days it wasn't do bad – he could put on his smile and laugh along with the rest of the Nordics and pretend that everything was totally okay.

Nothing was wrong.

So long as his friends were happy, he could fake a smile for the rest of his life.

And it wasn't like his smile was always fake, either. He loved his family in all its quirks and disagreements, and they could almost always put a smile on his face.

But he'd see Norway and Iceland sharing an inside joke and wonder why he wasn't in on it.

Sweden would bring up wars from centuries past and he'd think about just how much he'd put him through.

Finland might scold him for keeping Sea and Ladonia up too late, and he'd ponder on his own incompetence.

Why was he so stupid?

Why was he even there?

What was the point?

The thoughts would bumble about his brain, popping up more and more frequently as he screwed up more and more and more, until he'd have to take a day off to regroup.

A day to let his weakness take over.

He'd lie about a business trip to Copenhagen (which was common enough that it wasn't so suspicious), then spend the day at his other, secluded house, crying and drinking to his own idiocy.

The others would never know – could never know.

That was just the way it was.

And if he had to muffle his sobs with a pillow, if he had to spike his hair so it didn't fall flat on his face, if he had to wear his smiles like he did a mask sometimes...

That was just fine to him.

heh... I figured I should probably post some of my writing since this is, y’know

a writing blog

yeah

i originally posted this on my previous account (I think Daisy actually read it), but i deleted it because it was too personal at the time

I feel better about it now

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based on this headcanon from dorkdenmark :3

trying to get the stripe to go along with the wrinkles in the blanket took a little while to do (\ ( . _ . ) (\   hope u like it!

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I drew some dennor trash for dorkdenmark : > hope u like it ^^

//has terrible lighting

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Dennor fic :>

I’m the luckiest guy on earth.

My name is Matthias Køhler, and I’m a kindergarten teacher.  I love my job… I love the kids, I love seeing how excited they get when we start learning something exciting, or watching how creative their little minds are when we do show and tell or bring out the legos.  It makes me feel like I’m actually doing something right.  However, one thing in my life didn’t go right…but I wouldn't change it for all the money in the world.

When I was 24, in my senior year of college at Aarhus University, a certain stoic hottie named Lukas struck me through the heart, and before I knew it I was dashing through Copenhagen airport in my graduates’ robes to catch a plane to Norway.

I found a teaching job in Oslo before long, and moved in with Lukas.  We started falling for each other more than either of us ever thought possible, and after sleepless nights and general gushy romantic stuff, I asked him to marry me.

That was all 5 years ago, and now here I am today, with an amazing husband and adopted son, and the best job I could ever ask for to fit my hyper, if not awesome, personality.

Today I was feeling a bit more hyper than normal (probably because little Emil asked me so nicely to eat some of his super sugary cereal this morning), so, naturally, I decided to give the class some free time to play with my Legos so I could step out and grab some water from the teachers’ lounge.  However, after leaving the door ajar and taking a few steps, I heard rushed waddles and a cute shout of “dad!” from behind me.  With a big grin, I spun on my heel and was almost knocked off balance by a certain silver haired toddler.  I scooped Emil off of the ground, and heard a small “ahem” from behind me.  Smirking, I set Emil down and turned to give my impatient husband a little kiss.

He smiled ever so slightly, then pulled away and attempted to maintain an exasperated expression.  From what I gathered from his adorable excuse for scolding me, I forgot my lunch at home again.  I led him and Emil into my classroom and took the paper bag (consisting of a tuna sandwich and pineapple cup) from him, and gave him another, more drawn out kiss, ignoring the ews and various protests from Emil.  However, after what felt like only seconds, we were interrupted by 2 little girls named Lilli and Elizabeta, who were giggling like mad.  Lukas quickly drew back, blushing, while I laughed and asked what the girls wanted.  After they could control their quiet laughter, they asked me very politely if Lukas could stay and read the Hans Christian Anderson stories that I kept up on the shelves to them.  Sadly, he had to leave to take Emil to daycare, which earned some weak protests from the crowd of little ones.

However, as he and Emil were waving goodbye, and the children went back to their multicolored towers and forts, I thought to myself the same thing I had earlier that morning.

I’m the luckiest guy on earth.

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Ok so this is based on a teacher au that dorkdenmark has on her blog : 3 

also this is the first fic that I have ever written so constructive criticism is very much appreciated!

also subtle gutters reference

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Ikea

I'm currently here in an Ikea store and I can't believe how much hetalia has changed my perspective of this world. Like seriously, I'm in the chair section here and I keep on expecting to find Sweden in his natural habitat, carving chairs or just standing there watching everyone while Denmark is messing with the furniture and opening and closing the cabinets and stealing Ikea's pencils and Nor scolding him. And then there's Iceland watching some of the movies that plays on the TVs in the sample living rooms. And you can find Finland in the kitchen/dining sample rooms searching for supplies.