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[noctupede]

Might I trouble you for some Iceson and Dadmark content in these trying times? :)

hi paiko!!!!!!(๑>؂•̀๑)

We can all appreciate Toddler Ice in these trying times. I have had this idea of Denmark being the biggest hypeman for Iceland ever. I love the idea of him telling other nations that his kid is totally better, smarter, and overall amazing just to say he has a better kid than them. Denmark is a proud dad every day.

Toddler Ice can do anything mundane or general toddler things and Denmark will always talk about him like he's doing amazing, tiny ice could bite him and he would talk about how "strong his kid is"

[universe-in-the-void-in-the-cube]

Misspellings

Day 12 - 1671 words

              'Why in the hell did I cast that damn thing???' she thought to herself as she ran to hide behind a random door. 'I used all the right spell components; I cast it at the right place and time; I spoke the words exactly; and according to the spell they shouldn't be acting this way. So, what in the name of George Washington did I do wrong???'

              She couldn’t understand what she did wrong. She was trying to a simple love spell. Just a tiny, itty-bitty love spell. Nothing more. Little did she knew she was quite mistaken. It all started when she was in her room that she stayed at while visiting the Nordic 5. Robin was studying magic under the tutelage of Lukas while she was there. Where he handed her a simple book of spells to learn and practice with. Little did she know that casting one simple love spell would only give her a mountain of problems that day.

                Then hearing a familiar voice coming from the other side of the door, "Come on sweets, you can't hide from me forever you know?"

                "Tino!" Robin squeaked as she started to back away from the Fin walking towards her with a look of lust in his eyes. “Stay back Tino, I am warning you.”

"You got that right Bobby babe; now why don't you stay here and give ol' Finny some lovin'?" Tino wooed as he strutted closer to her.

                "Get away from me!" Robin shrieked as she bolted to the entry way like a frightened bunny escaping a hungry fox. As she ran out of the room and dashed around the dark hallways of the Nordic mansion to get away from Tino; to which she literally slammed into Emil.

                Falling onto the floor Robin looks up to see Emil give her a sly wink, "Well, it looks like you have fallen for me." He flirted, "You have two choices, we can do it in your room or since you're on the floor already, we can do it here."

                Recoiling in horror for the very fact of Emil suggesting making love right here in the hallway; Robin quickly jumped to her feet and skittered away from the horny Icelander. This day was quickly turning into a damn nightmare for her. Robin wondered what else this strange day had planned for her.

 As she ran, she wounded up find herself in the exercise room to see Berwald pretending to be chained up by some of the weight machines. "Berwald! What the hell are you doing here???" Robin said dreadfully.

                Giving her a dirty look with a facial exception to match, Berwald playfully cooed, "Punish me. Please punish me mistress because I've been a very naughty boy!"

                "Oh, poopy on a pocky, not you too!" she flustered.

                Letting go of what he was using to pretend to restrain him, Berwald move closer to the already skittish American brunette. "Please hurt me, Robin. Whip me, beat me, ravage me, and take me to your room so I can fuck you till my brains falls out."

                "Sorry, not today pal!" she jittered as she bolted out of the room quicker than a flash flood till, she reached what seemed a darkened storage room.

                'They shouldn't find me here for at least a short while. Maybe I mispronounced the incantation. That has to be it. There can't be any other explanation.' She thought about what she could have done wrong when she noticed a very faint glow was seen in behind a tower of boxes and crates. "What the hell?"

                Robin quietly creeped to see what the weird glow was; she was surprised to see Vlad meditating in the middle of the room. As he meditated, he glowed red and as the red glow started getting brighter, the Romanian kept chanting to himself again and again, "Come to me Robin and love me. Come to me Robin and love me. Come to me Robin and love me."

                Backing off quietly and quickly as she could, Robin was about to give out a big sigh of relief for the fact Vlad didn't spot her, when she hit something with a loud thud.

                "Gotcha!" said Mathias who grabbed her and started to carry her back towards Vlad. "Hay, Vlad, I got that sacrifice we have been needing."

                "Sacrifice??? What type of sacrifice???" she asks with eyes wide with alarm.

                Looking up from his meditation, Vlad said seductively with a sly smirk on his face, "Why you will be a sexual sacrifice my dear Robin."

                "Yah, I'm looking real forward to screwing you, sweetness." Said Mathias as he smiled suggestively as he let her down.

                Standing between two nations with no means of escape; Robin tightly closed her eyes.

                Feeling someone grab her and quickly let her go, Robin opened her eyes to see that she was in another room. The kitchen to be exact. It seemed that she was magically teleported there. That's when her rescuer spoke up.

                "Don't worry, Robin. You're safe now."

                Turning around, she saw her rescuer. It was Arthur.

                Not too sure what to do next, Robin smiled warily at the Brit, with her finger twittering nervously in her hands as she whispered, "Thank you."

                He looked at her warmly and with a polite, Arthur asked her, "What where Mathias and Vlad planning on doing with you in there?"

                "They wanted to use me as a sexual sacrifice." She quietly mumbled to him, as he was still a bit on the wary side on what Emil was going to do next.

                "Oh, I see." Replied Arthur as he walked up to the refrigerator and grabbed her a soda.

                Walking to her, Arthur handed her a cube and leaned against the wall. "It looks like I got there just in time to save you then."

                Taking a sip of her soda, she and said, "I feel like I ought' a reward you for saving me."

                Walking back up to her and taking her soda and placing it on the kitchen counter, Arthur then lecherously replied as he walked with protease grace toward her. "Oh, I might have an idea on how you might be able to reward me. If you know what I mean."

                There was only one thing she could think of and that was run. As she dashed out of the kitchen, upstairs to the hall, she quickly turned and ran down an adjacent hall to her bedroom, with Arthur trailing not too far behind. Opening her door and shutting it; Robin locked the door to her room and put a chair beneath the door handle and the same to her bathroom door that she shared with the Icelander so that no one could get in.

                Leaning next to the door, Robin sighed as she sunk down to the floor with a bump. She was safe. There was no way on god’s green earth that anyone could get in there. Then crawling on her hands and knees and scuttled to the large pile of papers and books that held all the things on magick she was studying. As Robin rummaged through the piles, she noticed that the book with the love spell she cast was missing.

"Now where in the nine hells did it go!" she screamed in frustration as she kept searching though the piles upon piles of books

                That's when somebody asked her, "Are you looking for this?"

              Looking up towards the voice, Robin saw the Norway sitting cross legged on her bed and waving the spell book in question.

                "You!" scowled Robin.

                "Me." Lukas calmly mocked.

                Stomping up to him in an inpatient huff; Robin held her right hand out in a proprietary gesture and yanked the book out of Lukas's hand and stomped across to the other side of her room next to her art supply rack. As she flitted through the pages of the book, she kept looking back at Lukas off and on to make sure he didn't do anything that would cause her grab a heavy art supply from the rack and throw it at him.

                After what she experienced today with the other nations, she wouldn't pass Lukas to make advances towards her any moment. So far, she was quite impressed by him for mot trying anything…yet. Emphasizing on the word 'yet.' All he did was sit and looked at her.

                "Ha!" Robin said face flushed with happiness. As she looked through the spell, she didn't see anything amiss. At first. Then a word popped out at her. 'Did I pronounce that word right? Maybe I should ask Lukas; he should know.' But before she could ask him anything, he was already in front of her.

                "Is there anything you need help with?" he asked calmly.

                Jerking in fear at his closeness, Robin then scolded him, "Don't do that! Anyway, since you are here, is this word pronounced with a short E or a long E?"

                Looking at the word she was pointing to, he then corrected her, "The E is silent."

                Now a feeling of stupidity came over her like a wave; Robin kept looking at the spell to find a way to reverse it, let alone figure out when the spell would end. Lukas was next to her now and was at least a least a paragraph ahead of her when it came to finding a cure; that's when he kissed her. As they kissed, they and the book started to glow red. Lightning flashed outside of Nordic mansion and the entire mansion's power went out.

                Braking out of the kiss, Robin’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal asked, "What in the hell did you do that for?"

                The Norwegian, being the king of snark that he was, then said, "Keep reading." As he saw her reading the rest of the information about the spell.

 As Robin read, her eyes started to widen.

                Looking at her he smiled and said, "And all it took was a kiss."

[odeuteros-blog]

                --------------------- deutero- ;

                                                               second; secondary: //; (  deu·ter·ag·o·nist :  the person second in importance to the protagonist in a drama. )

           hey what up i’ve got stats homework im neglecting !!

    * slaps the roof of this post * this bad boy can fit so much useless fucking info in it ( including my ooc intro but like , ) 

     ----- alrighty lets rock & roll buckaroos i’m linx, i’ve been on this earth two decades too long,,, and i’m in the est. canada baby. i’m super excited to write w/ y’all and i haven’t written an oc in ten years so bear w/ me & my word vomit yea?

mattias eriksson was born and raised ( for the most part)  in an itty bitty tiny fishing village in iceland. by itty bitty we’re talking a population of about 300 ( pretty much based off suðureyri ). he was the middle child in a family that was ( now looking back ) at most times insufferable.

there’s tragedy somewhere in there. before he was capable of remembering anything. his parents sung praises when it came to his older brother but time reveals all truths. or at least articles and news clippings do.  he’s four ( give or take ) when his brother is ‘ murdered ‘ by a super-human. he’s about fifteen when he puts the pieces together ( his brother wasn’t savagely murdered - on the contrary - he antagonized and harassed the ability harnessing girl until it boiled over & blew up in his face. all too literally. ) finally, he’s nineteen when he gets the FUCK out of there. 

plenty happens in the in-between. he’s raised in an intolerant household. anyone who wasn’t STRICTLY human was an abomination, a curse, a plague upon this earth. his parents constantly spitting venom when it came to the loss of their firstborn son // while matti, conflicted, found it hard to mourn for a man he hardly knew. his focus much more so on his younger sister - who was, well, alive. there. real. 

from a young age, he thrived on challenge. puzzles. anything to exercise the brain. there was always a better way to do something. he was often scolded for sticking his nose where it didn’t need to be - in adult business. eventually having enough of being chased off - he branched out. made some friends. two, in particular, stood out. a brother and sister ;  patrek and magnea. in time the trio was inseperable. 

eventually, a strain showed itself. patrek didn’t fit the strict /human/ criteria that mattias’ had grown up on - but time healed wounds, and his had barely been there. he couldn’t carry his parent’s grief. couldn’t pin that on his friend. but patrek’s secret wasn’t his to keep and it came out - with it came an unspoken ultimatum ; cut his ties with his friends or suffer the consequences with his family. the choice was fairly clear, though no less painful.

knowing there was nothing there for him in his hometown, except a life of fishing, it was time to take leave. the siblings aspired for more just as he did & so the three parted with their respective homes. no goodbyes. no notes. mattias leaves while his parents are at work - his biggest regret to this day is never saying goodbye to his sister. if they knew, he’d never have been able to leave. he needed the headstart. 

like something out of a film, patrek aspired to do more with his abilities and so begun mattias’ life as the man behind the scenes. finally able to stick his nose in ‘ adult business ‘. it was a bit campy - but it was exciting. they lived a life on the road, constantly moving. helping where they could. mattias learned his way around technology, being hands on where he could. however, he never wished for the limelight. did not want to be on the spread of a newspaper. he just wanted to help his friends. there was some petty theft on their part ( you had to eat and sometimes money was short ) but they managed to stay on the straight and narrow. this lasted for three years.

something had to go awry eventually. he’s too close to the scene, catches an injury that initially looked, not horrible. a scar would become a permanent fixture on his skin - but he’d survive. --------- until infection sets in. until it blossoms into something their petty medical skills can’t cover. maybe slapping some bandages and medical tape on it & calling it a day hadn’t been such a good idea. they were still kids ---- and they’d fucked up. 

their hand is forced. petrek and magnea drop him off at the nearest hospital - welcome to crystalline city - and have no choice but to continue on their way less their reputation should precede them and they get caught up with law enforcement. sometimes it was just easier to be ‘ the man behind the scenes ‘. 

one hefty hospital bill later and he’s now resident in crystalline - much, MUCH, larger than where he’d originated. there’s some forgery on his part and plenty of loans and he eventually lands himself an apartment with the bare minimum. it’s a lot at twenty-two with an education that is scarce on paper - but he’s worldly & where there’s a will, there’s a way.

you can’t say he doesn’t have drive. it takes some time to scout out a job but he’s not above some begging and pleading if he has to ( he wants to keep that roof above his head somehow ). haggis tech is his beacon of hope and saving grace * finger guns to the real MVP harriet haggis. perhaps there was embellishing on his part - a resume and interview really was just about selling ones self - but he knew he had what it took to back it up - and nothing he’d ever done thus far was out of malintent. eventually ( more like somehow ) he lands on the radar of the harriet haggis and finds himself as a trainee. godspeed. 

TL ; DR or the simplified summary

he’s just happy to be here.

on an emo note ; the type of person to feel lonely in a room full of people. would rather shy away from large crowds. 

perpetually homesick even though his family / save for his sister / were assholes. they were still his mom and dad. also probably a little heartbroken because the likelihood of them ever looking for him or putting out a missing person notice is slim to nothing and he knows it - probably checked. shit was just too :/ rough. the relationships were kind of shot.

probably checks in on their online activity - discreetly though. like a window into their lives. it’s probably the part of his life he keeps tight-lipped about. partly ashamed and partly hurt. 

& his friends kind of up and left him in the city so that adds to that sweet sweet homesick feeling. since that was his last tie. 

probably also overcoming his conflicted feelings about people with abilities. it’s more like having to correct a negative thought. he knows it's not true - but he can’t help but feel it upon first meeting. oh they’re inherently dangerous. but like ?? he sees heroes all the time. 

wanted/ideas for connections !!

give me that replacement for his little sibling. someone he dotes on. just let him fill ONE void in his life. 

someone who he’s just like ?? attached himself to. something about them makes him feel better. the kind of relationship where he’s put himself on their doorstep waiting for them to come home. he’s that friend who spends more time at your house than their own. he’s pretty solitary but this is like the one person(s) that he likes to just have occupied space?? like they don’t even have to be doing anything - just the presence alone is enough - listen im jsut trying to fill this sense of loneliness in his life don’t @ me. if you want to spice things up this person can be a villain / someone he probably shouldn’t be associating himself with. 

honestly im an angst hoe too so like throw anything angsty at me - enemies, friends to enemies idc. 

friends are fine

GIVE ME A BICKERING. oof i love a good hate/love. 

rivals

someone he might be trying to steer back onto the right path of life idk i mean he’s not squeaky clean but like out of villainy ?? that shits wack.

 he’s my dumb son and i LOVE HIM. sk;ld also my dumbass doesn’t have discord but if you want to plot my IMs are open just like ??? know me and plotting have a rocky relationship. 

[brianjameson]

Saturday Day 4: Snorkeling in Silfra

It was the day of my snorkeling tour and thankfully I woke up not feeling sick. It was a good idea to just go home after my dinner I had the night before to avoid getting sick.

I was beyond excited for this tour because of the amount of history it had to it.

I was going to be snorkeling in Silfra in between the 2 tectonic plates where 2 major oceans are separated.

Silfra is a fissure created by the separation of the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates cutting through Iceland. The Silfra fissure fills with glacial water that has been filtered underground for decades through hardened, porous lava rock. The filtering process of the glacial water makes Silfra one of the clearest bodies of water on earth with up to 120 meters of visibility.

Most people do this tour in the summer for obvious reasons but once I saw the images when I was booking my tours, this one just looked the most magical.

I walked down the street where my bus was going to be picking me up and there was a boy standing on the side of the road so I figured that was the bus stop. I swear some of these bus pick ups were literally just outside of hotels and hostels. There would be no bus signs, nothing, you just stand there on the side of the road and hope that your bus hasn’t passed by yet.

My bus arrived and my driver was hot. He was this bald tall buff dude wearing a tank and a jacket half zipped blasting Pantera on the bus. I was melting lol.

We drove out about 45 min to Silfra and when we got there we had clear instructions on where to go to start getting dressed for the tour. You had to go to a different bus that had the snorkeling suits with different sizes. You then have to go back to your bus and get suited up. Afterwards you then grab your flippers and the rest of the gear from crates that they had on the floor and just wait for everyone else.

Getting ready was easily the most miserable part of this tour.

The floors were all ice because of the snow and the rubber boots in the suits were so thin that your feet immediately start to freeze. It got to the point where we were standing on our flippers to avoid the freezing cold floor. We couldn’t wear gloves or beanies or anything and we were standing outside for a good 45 minutes. They put this rope around your neck over the suit so that water doesn’t get inside your suit and it was pretty uncomfortable.

You get put in groups of 6 and wait for your wave to go which took foreeeever. I was talking to these 2 girls while waiting in the freezing cold. One of the girls was from Canada, her name was Julie and the other from Taiwan and her name was Lien. They were cracking me up taking photos of themselves looking miserable because of how cold they were lol. Lien had a Gopro so she was taking photos of everything in the water.

When we got down to the ramp they have you do something disgusting. YOU HAVE TO SPIT IN YOUR FACE MASK. Like, literally spit all in that shit… I guess the enzymes in saliva help from the mask fogging up which did work but it was FUCKING DISGUSTING to me. I know everyone is going to ask ‘WASN’T THE WATER COLD?’ no not at all because once in the water you do not feel how cold the water is because of the dry suit, plus, it was colder outside than in the water. Something shitty that does happen is water gets in your gloves regardless of how much you move your hands around to swim and your hands start to freeze so I had mine clenched most of the time.

There are no fish or anything living in the water it’s all just rocks and shells that reflect light.

While swimming I was just thinking to myself  ‘wow I’m really swimming in something that holds so much history’ even though I was struggling to swim because of how obnoxious the suit was. We swam for about 30 minutes and at that point I was ready to go. My gloves were filled with freezing cold water and I literally ran my ass back to the van while trying not to fall because of the ice on the ground. I was so uncomfortable because of the gloves that I could barely take them off and when I did my thumb was literally frozen to where I couldn’t even move it. Once it thawed out it hurt because of how cold my hands were lol.

Once we all got back to the vans and got undressed they gave us hot coco to warm us all up lol.

We hung out for maybe 20 minutes and then it was time to go which I was kind of glad about. I love the cold I really do but this tour REALLY TESTED ME. Needless to say, the tour was not as easy as it looked in photos but it was worth all the money.

    I got back to my place and showered to go out on the town with Janusz, a polish boy I had met. We were going to go to 101 Hotel to have a drink by the fire place. We both had espresso martinis which I totally needed after all that swimming I did. My friend Jacob had wrote to me while I was in Iceland and told me he used to live in Reykjavik and that he and his wife Debbie actually fell in love in Iceland and every Friday night they would go to 101 Hotel and have drinks by the fire. I thought it was the most romantic and endearing thing to do and so I definitely wanted to toast to them and their love. I met them at a wedding recently and we all just connected and they’ve instantly become such a big part of my life.

Janusz and I sat by the fire and talked and got to know each other and it was just fun to be able to do this with someone I just met and since he lived in Iceland it was great to have him guide me around the town. I don’t think I’ve ever met a random stranger who was as kind as he was to me.

Afterwards we went to a restaurant that was across the street that supposedly had good Icelandic food. Definitely did not disappoint!

We ordered puffin for appetizer which was very tender and kinda sweet but very good! I had whale for my main course and that was a shocker because it literally tasted like steak. I think the fact that it was grilled really helped but it literally tasted and looked like steak.

Once we left the restaurant, we instantly hit the bars. He took me to a gay bar called Kiki which is the main gay bar in Iceland. It was cool but definitely not Vegas and I kind of felt like anyone goes there not just gay people. We kind of pub crawled after but once we left Kiki it started to snow! It was the first time I was actually in the snow while being in Iceland and it truly was like a dream. I felt the need to dance in it through out our escapades lol. The saying is definitely true about the rain and snow in Iceland…. It all comes at you sideways! So while you’re trying to walk, you’re getting wacked in the face with snow to the point where you can almost not even see lol.

I don’t normally make it a point to get drunk but I told myself I was getting HAMMERED since it was my last weekend in Iceland and I sure did get hammered. Janusz was taking me all over the place and we kept ordering more and more drinks. One thing I noticed is that most of these bars and clubs don’t have a DJ they just play music on a track which was different. Most of the songs coming on were either early 90’s or the super gay pop songs you grew up listening to. It really depended which bar you were at because some other bars we went to were playing early 2000’s songs from when I was in high school which realllllly took me back in time. It really made me happy hearing all the variety of different music I hadn’t heard in years but it was also interesting to be hearing it all play in a foreign country lol.

Soon it was 2am and time to go home. Before we parted ways Janusz told me he wanted to take me to the waterfalls and to the Reynisfjara Black Sand beach where Game of Thrones season 7 ended. I was STOKED because the beaches were not a part of the Game of Thrones tour and I was super bummed about it since I really felt that the beach was calling my name. I wanted to go to the beach so so bad but didn’t want to go alone after seeing what the roads looked like in the country when I was on my tours. So he said he would go with me and I felt like I actually would really like that. It helps having someone who knows their way around the city just in case anything happens. I know I was being a wild child but driving in Iceland definitely requires a lot of caution and focus because of the weather conditions in the country. Driving in the city is fine because they pump hot water into the roads so that there’s no ice to slide on but once in the country, you don’t get that luxury.. I would be seeing these itty bitty ass cars driving through plows of snow. So yeah I was not about to do all of that alone because the responsible me was like ‘bitch don’t even try it without someone because if something happens YOU’RE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY’ and so I listened to the voice talking to me in my head and took Janusz with me lol.

He walked me back to my place and we said goodnight.

Sunday was a very important part of my trip and easily the most spiritual..

Letters from the Arctic pt.4 Saturday Day 4: Snorkeling in Silfra It was the day of my snorkeling tour and thankfully I woke up not feeling sick.