#udachy

[radiomayak]

[text]: The Christmas tree is on fire. — udachy

The Ultimate Holiday Ask Meme

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[text] was. on fire. was.

[innisealga-archive-blog]

@udachy​

{ Text ;; ??? } Do you have the right number, dear? Also, what kind of sauna has piranhas swimming in it? That sounds rather dangerous. 

[karskeladden]

(I wanna say I’m sorry but I’m not. I will one day write something serious but not today)

Every single football meeting before this one, Sig was at it, not only for his little girl, Iiliit, but Nata. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever set his eyes on besides the Norwegian goddess herself Therese Johaug.

Nat had a kid in the football team herself and so that helped. They chatted every game and seemed to get along. For now, his attention was on his own child who was about to score and win the game.

Mogens looked back at him, looking both nervous and excited. He gave him a thumbs up and then watched the end of the game.

As soon as Iiliit scored the final goal, Mogens was running up to spin her around and kiss her face a million times. Sigurd ran out as well, picking her up and placing her on his shoulders as she shouted with joy, loving the view whenever one of her dads picked her up.

Nata picked up her baby boy and kissed his cheek, congratulating him. Sigurd grinned down at her before taking a chance and kissing her gently on the lips. She blinked and looked down, face incredibly red.

“Wait. You’re not gay, bro?” Mogens crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at him, “…Bro.”

“…Sorry I’m straight. I’m straight for Nata…And Therese Johaug.”

“Wait wh…” Nata stared. She just stared.

“Daddy, is this my new mom?” He forgot Iiliit was on his shoulders until she spoke up.

“Iil–”

“I have to go.”

“See you at the next game? Are we even gonna talk about the ki–”

“No.”

Nata was gone.

[karskeladden]

🌃

🌃 : your muse knocking on my muse’s door late

[ He was not asleep at this hour yet, even though the clock irritatingly would insist that the hour is late enough for him to go to bed. The book he bought today at the discount was surprisingly entertaining and he couldn’t rest before he’s finished with it. It was so captivating that the Norwegian didn’t even hear the first two doorbell sounds. The third one had him nearly drop his reading on the floor. Who could it be, it’s nearly four in the morning. This better be important, because not only the common courtesy and a curfew applied in his household as well, but also he really wanted to make sure that his assumptions about the murderer were true. ]

[ Reluctantly he got up and shuffled towards the front door, muttering a bit under his breath. His expression softened immediately upon seeing Natallia at the doorstep, looking completely fatigued. Sigurd didn’t think much before assisting her in entering his house. That was an unexpected, but definitely not unwanted visit, even though his concern would be through the roof and it did show. ] Herregud, Nat, what on Earth happened–

Are you alright..? Sit down, over there, don’t tell much, just sleep, you’ll tell me when you’re awake, okay?

[karskeladden]

💤

💤 : your muse coming on my muse’s bed during night

[ He wasn’t really fast asleep on that night, probably because of the full moon coming soon, which is why he actually heard footsteps on the corridor, later the sound of the handle and even more footsteps gradually louder and louder. There was only one person aside from him at home. Nat. Tired of guests bedroom, is she? Can’t sleep? No matter what the reason actually was, he shifted a bit to make more space for her the moment he felt her sitting down next to him and slowly laying down eventually. ]

[ He didn’t feel like words are especially necessary at the moment, there was no need to pretend he’s sleeping either. Instead, he lifted the blanket a bit, just a tiny bit, in an inviting manner. If her eyes are used to the darkness already, she can see a tiny smile on his worn out a little face encircled by messy locks of hair and decent amount of facial hair that managed to grow out again already. ]

[aefintyri]

➹

For every ➹ I get, I'll put up my muse's current thought

„I kinda wanna eat a duck.“

[karskeladden]

[22:57:24] a large city in scandinovia: god i hate aph sigurd

[22:58:31] Arbūzas: rip him

[22:58:35] Arbūzas: start digging his grave

[22:59:14] a large city in scandinovia: please

[22:59:19] a large city in scandinovia: he keeps shoveling

[22:59:27] a large city in scandinovia: he hopes to find more oil

[karskeladden]

udachy replied to your post “If you could ever engage in a threesome which other two persons would...”

Don't even hope for it.

I don’t think she’d be interested though--