─୨ৎ─ Strangers. — n.rk
🐋 — Reader, Ni-ki, Jay ♫ I Like Me Better — Lauv
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─୨ৎ─ Strangers. — n.rk
🐋 — Reader, Ni-ki, Jay ♫ I Like Me Better — Lauv
wrong number. — like & reblog !!
So around 0.024% of the total adult Norwegian population has, in the last 15 hours, sent in official complaints to the governmental broadcasting council about our silent compliancy when it comes to Israel's participation in ESC. Each one of those complaints have to be read and logged by a person, by law. That's actually pretty great.
Beslutningen om å la Israel delta i den internasjonale sangkonkurransen har ført til en klagestorm til Kringkastingsrådet. Tidligere NRK-pro
If your tax money goes to the NRK, you can voice your opinion here:
NRK TEXT-TV PHOTO COLLECTION
i took a couple photos of text tv pages back in 2021. i can't easily access text-tv anymore and they're killing it dead forever on the 20th this month, i will try to see if i can hook my little philips tv from 2010 up to signal (it's the only tv in the house with a remote that has the teletext button) before then but i don't even know if i can. if i do, i shall take photos of every page i can, if i fail, the following photos are all i'll have left. mostly from the calendar page but a couple other ones too.
(i didn't capture may or july)
i do however have these:
a measly 42 years you became, they're practically killing you in the cradle, my dear sweet text-tv. at least i had the privilege of being your contemporary for 24 of them. my thanks to the editorial staff for keeping it going as long as they did, i'll miss the wonderful words and text art. an era is coming to an end and it is tragic. in the age of the internet, never again will information be broadcast in such an easy, accessible and concise format. soon, it'll have been a beautiful thing. if you're norwegian, take the chance to appreciate it while it still is. snap a few photos, you'll probably never see it again. and if you do, consider sharing them with me. i want more to remember it by.
NRK: Dramatic development in Crown Princess Mette-Marit's illness - being prepared for a lung transplant
The Crown Princess's lung disease has worsened significantly this autumn. Now the situation is so serious that the doctors have started to prepare her for a lung transplant.
- The development has gone faster than I had hoped, says the Crown Princess to NRK.
Foto: Christian Breidlid / NRK
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 - 𝐍𝐑𝐊
« Seoulfound Masterlist »
Warning - None, Angst, Depressed Reader
Note - SFW, Heavy Angst
Genre - Soulmate AU, Angst, First Love, Strangers To Lovers
Pairing - Non!Idol!Niki x Non!Idol!Femreader
Song Inspiration - Skin By DIJON
Word Count - 4k Idk?
★ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☀︎。⋆ Seoulfound You ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☀︎。⋆ ★
Ni-ki had always felt a little haunted.
By the age of ten, he knew bruises weren’t just accidents — not when they bloomed like fading flowers across his ribs in the middle of the night.
Not when they were shaped like hands too small to be his own.
He would wake with stinging scratches on his arms, sometimes faint, sometimes fresh. He hadn’t fallen. Hadn’t moved. But the sting always remained, vivid and personal, like someone else’s sadness had been pressed into his skin.
He didn’t know who you were.
Only that you existed — out there — carrying pain so quiet it never made a sound, but always found its way to him.
And for reasons he didn’t understand yet, he never minded.
Because even as a child, he knew what loneliness felt like.
And he never wanted you to carry yours alone.
---
The first time you wrote to him, it wasn’t even a message — just three tiny stars drawn on the inside of your wrist in fading pen.
They appeared on his skin while he was brushing his teeth.
He stared at them for hours. Not because they were intricate, but because they were real. Proof.
That you were out there.
Breathing.
Alive.
He waited the entire day before gathering the courage to reply.
He grabbed his own pen, hand trembling, and wrote beneath your stars:
> “Who are you?”
You didn’t answer.
Not for days.
But then—
beneath the three stars, crooked and small:
> “Someone you don’t want to know.”
---
He was only twelve, but those words broke something in him.
You sounded like someone who’d given up on being wanted.
Someone who thought they were too much, too damaged, too far gone to be loved.
And that terrified him more than the bruises ever did.
---
You didn’t talk often.
But when you did, it was never light.
> “I’m tired.”
“Do you ever feel like disappearing?”
“I don’t know how much longer I can pretend I’m okay.”
Ni-ki never judged you.
He never asked questions you couldn’t answer.
He just drew a moon beside your words, and wrote softly beneath it:
> “Even if the sun forgets you, the night never will.”
---
You never told him your name.
Never asked for his.
It didn’t matter.
Because names weren’t what made you real to each other.
It was the shared ache.
The silent understanding.
The promise written not in words, but in pain carried together.
---
Years passed like that.
Ink-covered wrists.
Shared bruises.
Soft messages traded in the silence between lonely nights.
Ni-ki grew older.
But the ache never faded.
If anything—it deepened.
Because with every year that passed, you grew quieter.
You still replied. But your handwriting became shaky.
Your words—smaller.
The bruises came more often.
Until one day—
they stopped.
Completely.
---
At first, Ni-ki hoped.
Maybe you’d healed. Maybe you were finally happy.
But that hope wilted fast.
Because he knew your patterns.
And you never disappeared like this.
---
He waited.
Wrote to you every day.
> “Are you okay?”
“I miss you.”
“You don’t have to talk. Just give me a sign.”
Nothing came.
No stars.
No hearts.
Not even bruises.
Just blank, untouched skin.
---
Until the seventh day.
And a single sentence scrawled across his collarbone in weak, uneven ink:
> “I’m sorry I made you carry this.”
Ni-ki broke.
Tears spilled down his cheeks as he read it over and over.
His body trembled with the weight of your guilt.
You’d never made him carry anything.
He chose to.
---
He didn’t write anything back that night.
Instead, he pressed his lips to the spot where your apology had bloomed, and whispered:
“You never have to be sorry for existing.”
---
The day he found you, the air smelled like rain.
He had taken the alley behind the bookstore—something he rarely did—when he saw you.
Huddled beside a wall, legs drawn to your chest, ink-smudged fingers curled around your knees.
And on your skin—his stars.
Three tiny ones. Fading.
Just like the first time.
---
He stopped breathing.
His heart—his actual, physical heart—stuttered in his chest.
Because the moment his eyes met yours—
He knew.
And he saw it in your eyes, too.
Recognition.
Shock.
Relief.
A heartbreak so quiet, it trembled.
---
“Ni-ki?” you whispered, voice cracking. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
He fell to his knees in front of you.
Took your trembling hands.
“I didn’t want to not see you,” he choked.
“You were gone. I didn’t know if I’d ever feel you again.”
---
Your hands gripped his tighter. Desperate. Fragile.
“I didn’t think I deserved you.”
He shook his head so hard it hurt.
“You deserve everything.”
And then, softly—achingly:
“You were never a burden. You were the only thing that made me feel real.”
---
That night, he brought you home.
Wrapped you in his softest hoodie.
Fed you soup.
Showed you the shoebox he’d been keeping for years.
Inside: Polaroids of his skin with your doodles. Crumpled napkins with copied ink messages. A dried flower someone once drew over his collarbone. Every piece of you he could hold onto.
You wept into his shoulder.
Told him no one had ever kept anything of you before.
He kissed the top of your head and whispered, “I kept everything. Because every part of you mattered.”
---
He taught you how to draw again.
Not as a cry for help—
But as a way to say: I’m alive. I’m here. I’m healing.
You began to draw constellations on his forearm.
He filled them in with color.
Sometimes, he’d write poetry across his chest, knowing it would show up on yours.
You’d blush, but never tell him to stop.
---
One night, curled in bed together, you whispered the question that had haunted you for years:
“Does it hurt? Carrying me?”
Ni-ki wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck.
“No,” he murmured.
“It only hurts when you’re silent.”
You closed your eyes.
And for the first time in years—
You didn’t feel alone.
---
The ink on your skin became art, not cries.
Your bruises faded.
Your eyes opened wider.
And your voice, once a whisper—became a melody.
You started drawing sunflowers instead of scars.
Ni-ki started breathing easier.
Because healing wasn’t instant.
But it was shared.
---
One morning, you woke to find your name written in gentle cursive down your thigh.
Ni-ki had written it during the night.
Beneath it: a heart. And a promise.
“Even before I knew your name—
I carried your pain like it was mine.
Because it always was.”
★ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☀︎。⋆ Seoulfound You ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☀︎。⋆ ★
«Masterlist || Introduction»
Taglist» @strxwbloody
Introducing my new obsession, Rykter:
If you’re like me you may have seen this image of Erik and Mathias from the Norwegian series Rykter pop up on your feed.
So, what is Rykter (eng: Rumours)?
Story: We begin the show seeing a bunch of boys beating up one of their class mates, Erik. Next we see him on a boat to a small fishing island where he is going to now be living. The series explores the relationships he builds on the island and how he tries to hide the past he’s run from. And It’s from NRK who produced Skam.
Characters:The characters are the best thing about this series. So let’s meet them:
Erik is an adorable, awkward, sassy sweetheart and I guarantee you will love and want to protect this boy with all your heart. At the start of the series Erik is not happy to be moving to a fishing island. All of his walls are up and although he’d insist he doesn’t want friends, it’s clear he really does. But he’s terrified that if he gets close to people the reason he moved will come out.
Mathias is rich, charming and popular. His entire future has been planned out by his girlfriend and parents, but he’s coming to terms with the idea that he doesn’t want that future. Mathias definitely isn’t perfect he’s done some really stupid and messy things, but towards the end of s2 I feel like he starts to really grow up.
Sara is Matthias’s girlfriend, she’s the class rep, she’s a part time boxer and has planned the entirety of her life at just 15. Sara is also trying to forget moments from her past. She’s a really interesting character and goes on such a journey of allowing herself to take some time to discover what her dreams really are.
Thea is Sara’s best friend, she’s an influencer and knows everyone’s secrets, so it drives her crazy when Erik shows up full of secrets. I spent most of the series annoyed with Thea, she repeated acts so cruelly to everyone around her. But she’s got a lot going on and I started to feel bad for her at the end of s2. I’m excited to see her s3 arc now that it’s been revealed her whole life is a lie.
These 3 are more side characters but deserve a brief mention: Felix, Matthias’s best friend, he’s a jerk. He’s almost always the worst. Boo! Synnøve, a friend of Saras, she deserves the world and her boss deserves literal jail. Alexander, my king deserved more screen time, he was always so true to himself and wonderful. Go chase your dreams in Oslo king.
Relationships: (Warning: spoilers)
Mathias & Sara: They’ve always been together, but when they realise they want different things their relationship gets rocky. They’re on and off the entirety of s1 and s2, but at the very last episode of s2 they come to the realisation that they will never work.
Sara & Erik: S1 Sara and Erik are both going through a rough time and end up outcasts. Their adorable friendship blooms from this. They truly care about each other and encourage each other to chase their dreams and grow. Don’t worry this is not a romance it’s just a beautiful friendship.
Mathias & Erik: They have a difficult beginning. Erik overhears Mathias saying some unkind things about him and then becomes best friends with his ex (Sara) - so s1 isn’t great for them. BUT at the beginning of s2 Mathias really tries to befriend Erik and from there they start spending more and more time together and kind of become besties. Mathias is the first person Erik opens up to, Erik is the one person Mathias is completely honest with and Erik makes Mathias start becoming a better person. They’re friendship is adorable and full of banter, their hugs are just beautiful and their kiss was shocking (for me and Erik) but at the same time made so much sense.
So that’s where Rykter left off, with Mathias and Erik standing next to each other awkwardly after their kiss. Season 3 is going to be an interesting one - all the characters are going to high school. Some like Sara and Alexander have left the island to go to city high schools, Thea is currently living in England and everything else is a confusing mess too! Season 3 has been filmed, there’s no air date yet, but I’d assume the end of the year.
If you are wanting to watch it @rykteren on Twitter has done the translations. Their team is so incredible - I love them! 2 seasons are released so far (15 episodes each season, and each episode is about 10mins). Have fun! And if you have watched it, let’s talk about our new obsession!
Me on valentines day:
Princess Ingrid Alexandra of Norway poses for official portraits as she gives an interview to Norwegian media NRK, at the University of Sydney in Sydney, Australia -November 2nd 2025.
📷 : Frode Fjeringstad/NRK.