#jokulmacr

[islandiis]

I had to draw Eir ( @jokulmacr ) and Fannar in nice clothes okay it's the LAW. They're going clubbing and Eir dressed him up all nice 🥺

[bayofsmoke]

continuing from here!

@jokulmacr

Despite what he might say otherwise, Eiríkur did, genuinely, enjoy spending time with his sister. Shopping may not ever have been his first port of call - unless it was for new hiking gear, or a new lopi - but they all had their vices. That said, Eirík never went out without a plan of action, and he rarely had to spend longer than an hour shopping. 

For Eir, part of the excitement was the long days milling through shops and seeing how much money she could spend. It was quite an experience, for those unaccustomed to his fiery sister.

Perhaps he would be in a better mood if his back hadn’t been twinging painfully for the best part of 45 minutes now, undeterred by the painkiller he had taken before they had left that afternoon. He was hoping that a few shots would numb the pain enough until they returned to Eir’s flat that night, but his sister was showing no sign of slowing down here, and his patience was growing thin as his discomfort mounted.

He gave a helpless shrug in response. “It looks fine?” He tried, hoping to placate her. Why she looked to him for fashion advice was anyone’s guess. It was a running joke amongst his family that Eiríkur had a wardrobe composed entirely of the exact same articles of clothing in varying shades of beige. He knew what he liked and stuck too it, and it meant that he was rarely in the situation that Eir was in now. “Just-” He cringed, rubbing at his back. “I don’t know, pick the cheapest one?” 

[islandiis]

being friends with & RPing with me means getting stupid sketches of our muses and their shenanigans @jokulmacr

[kwiecista]

❧ Correspondence with @jokulmacr

❛ i already said i’m paying. you can buy next time, okay? ❜

[ ❀ ]━  &. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Maybe it was the challenge, maybe it was the genuine desire to treat Eir, but Magdalena’s instinct was to double down completely.  Yes, it seemed like such a small thing, but now it was a matter of pride as well, at the very least!  She shook her head and stepped forward.

❝Oh no. I’ve already told you.  I was the one who suggested ice cream, so I’m going to pay.  And I won’t let you argue with me.❞  As she spoke, Magdalena quickly reached past the other and placed some coins in the server’s hand.  As she turned around, a mischievous twinkle appeared in her eyes and a smug grin on her face.  Victory was hers.  ❝There.  Already done!  Nothing you can do about it now!❞

[islandiis]

"Til hamingju með afmælið, Fannar."

Eir says it softly, quietly, almost lost under the din of festivities surrounding them. Unlike her younger brother, she doesn't celebrate her birthday on their peoples' national day; they are not truly her people, after all. When one's allegiance lies in the bedrock of the land, one lives and dies by the creation and destruction of every pebble. Not the feet which walk upon them.

Yet, she enjoys the parties nonetheless. Face painted (insisted, at the hands of her Fannar), she gives him a thin, though genuine smile, and reaches down to brush some hair out of his face.

"I, ahm, made you something. A birthday gift. If it's bad, you can put up with it, or sell it, or whatever." She shrugs, though shifting grey eyes give away how worried she actually is. A small package, hardly A6 sized, is procured from within her satchel bag and handed over. Wrapped in handmade paper, pressed with leaves, and a twine string, is a framed insect pinning.

What looks to be the life cycle of a midge, from larva to pupa to adult, so teeny and delicate.

Eir clears her throat, pretending not to mind too much his reaction. "Since we do not have a national insect, I did some research, and people think midges should be it. We even have that lake, yes? Mývatn?"

And the life cycle- it made her think of him. How he has grown.

Even with the buzz of activity around them, Eir is the center of Fannar's attention. He hears her, evident in his smile widening and his eyes crinkling at the corners in the way they do when he is really, truly smiling. It only widens further as she strokes some of his unruly hair back from his face — he just looks so deeply, overwhelmingly happy, as he does every year they celebrate.

At least until his expression shifts into one of surprise, as it always done when a gift is extended to him. All this time, and it still manages to catch him off guard that people would take the time for him.

"Eir, you didn't need to," he answers softly as the frame is handed over, already touched; but as he carefully unwraps it, he can feel his chest swelling with emotion. It isn't as though Fannar has any great interest in insects or their life cycles, but this is Eir's hobby. This is her craft, something special to her. And for her to make him something, and share her hobby with him... That is so special, it makes Fannar want to cry.

When he looks up from the frame again, his eyes have misted over a little bit, and he's smiling even more broadly than he had before.

There's a twinkle in his eye and such a warmth in his voice as he says, "I love it. Thank you, Eir — it's perfect."

[shanghuuo]

❝ they want me to smile and clap like a performing seal. ❞

BEETLEJUICE STARTERS / accepting!

“Ah.” A wave of recognition washes over him as he recalls his own earlier days, having to fight tooth and nail for a spot at the top. He provides a small nod, bringing a hand to gently stroke his chin. “It’s frustrating, isn’t it? But we all must put on performances at some point or the other. I’ve put on more in my time than I can count, and some rather brilliant ones, I might add. It isn’t necessarily a bad thing, so long as you don’t forget the meaning behind the act you’re putting on.”

[overthefjords]

@jokulmacr from here

“—And Bodil does not know their head from a hole in the ground.” The man did not look angry, more displeased at the fact that such a thing had been spoken to the impressionable young girl. To fear the Gods was not their way, for all missteps and mistakes were not so; they were predicted and understood by the Nornir. In fact, they were written as such. There are no surprises to any Aesir or Vanir who gazes upon the Midgardians and their acts of so-called disrespect.

“To misstep is to be alive.” Long ago had Aleksander realized they were not born of this world, but perhaps were a part of it more so than the humans they walked beside. “A mistake that is known about is one that can be fixed,” He said, crouched beside the young girl and offering his arms to her. A safe place, should she want it. “We would not think to leave a place such as this in this state, so we will fix it. A mistake that is fixed is one more easily forgiven.”

“The Gods and I are old friends. They have made mistakes just as we do, and have made things right when they are broken,” Aleks continues with a gentle smile, rubbing a bit of dirt from his sister’s face. “We will make it better, and it will be right again. How does that sound?”

[frestoniia]

"No one would blame you, you know." Eir doesn't look up from filing her nails. "If you were to kill him. I certainly would not."

@jokulmacr

     Craig's not sure what's worse; the fact that Eir suggested such a thing, or that, for a split second, Craig actually appeared to consider it. Not with any amount of seriousness, mind you. Just a brief moment of hypothetical thinking.

" Eh, he's not worth the effort. " he decides after a moment of silence, shrugging his shoulders as he continues to stroke Kjúklingur gently. " Or the mess. "

“ Ideally, I’d prefer some, ah... Non-lethal methods of coping. ”