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[asasaraatsigit]

O k I am actually I think I'm actually gonna remake this blog and the Mama north blog and Iaaku blog I always wanted so I can kinda get back into my characters again I think it'd be funner than coming onto a blog w a million drafts w relations I forgot and just blegh it's just more depressing than fun to see stuff I owe etc. Ofc I mean Iil is still gonna have relations and pasts w characters who choose they still wanna keep them. (Like @kettiroghestar and @ulvinorden her brother and boyfriend respectively lol) But also Iaaku and K'unerna will get to form relations too. (All separate blogs not same) I just kinda wanna fresher start

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Commission for @asasaraatsigit of her and @ulvinorden‘s OCs! These two were a great pleasure to paint and I’m so glad I could work with such a cute prompt!

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“Nikoli.”

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[Continues lazing around on Iiliit’s couch, is happily ignoring him. You can leave anytime now (:]

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“’Cause ya don’t come by any more og I felt like.” He shrugs in clear nonchalance. “Besides, it’s not as if ya wouldn’t know.”

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Emil had been dreaming of the salty spray of the sea and the scream of seagulls and other seabirds when his phone went off. The ringtone was quiet at first until the fiddle sang out. It was a familiar tone and caused the Icelander to immediately bolt up in bed. Nikolai never called in the early hours of the morning unless it was something important. He scrambled to grab at his phone and accept the call. Already Emil’s mind was creating worst case scenarios. Someone had been hurt. He’d been kidnapped and this was a ransom call. The world was actually ending and he was calling to say his last goodbyes.

“Hello?! Nik? Is everything okay?” His words blended together in his rush to find out what was going on.

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[asasaraatsigit]

Hello! I saw your commission about the ghost au and I was wondering if you could explain it please? It seems very interesting.

Ahhh yes yes ok sooo. The ghost AU is something me and @ulvinorden have off tumblr tbh! It’s an AU where Iiliit moved into an old house with her Danish dad and mean step mother and her mom had died and stuff. So, she moves in and she feels this weird presence and learns Nik died there and is a ghost. He comes to her in her dreams and they talk a lot and he follows her around as she tries to find out who murdered him and put them to justice for him so he can finally rest in peace. 

It’s kinda a weird AU but we love it. 

[asasaraatsigit]

December 25th 1979

   Silence pierced the Greenlandic woman’s ears as her face laid flat against her kitchen table. Not one snore, no shuffling from sleeping bodies; she was alone. The questionable company she had kept for the past few months had left to spend time with their families for Christmas.

   After a few more moments, she sat up in her chair, rubbing at her arms and looking around. Her eyes landed on her home telephone and she contemplated giving anyone a call just to end the loneliness.  She hadn’t spent Christmas alone since she learned about its existence and for so long, it meant family. Iiliit’s heart began to throb as her mind flashed before her all the Christmases she had spent surrounded by loved ones.

     Before the tears could start and she could drown in her self-pity, she grabbed a bottle of vodka, quickly undoing the cap and downing as much as she could before choking on it. After her first long chug, she coughed a few times before taking as many more swigs as she could get down. Before long, half the bottle was gone and she was starting to feel even worse than before. Her heart continued feeling like it was falling down a hole and her eyes were blurry with tears.

      “I don’t want to be alone…Not again.” She murmured to herself quietly, swishing around the bottle with her hand.

    A loud knocking pushed her back out of her sorrow and memories. It occurred to her that maybe answering in this state wasn’t quite acceptable. Her yearning to hear someone else’s voice got the best of her and she stood up, attempting to wipe away her tears.

    As soon as she saw who was at the door, she almost slammed it closed just out of sheer embarrassment for her. She hadn’t showered in a while, her eyes were now stained red, her breath smelt like alcohol, and she was a bit drunk.

     Iiliit scanned the Norwegian man and saw that he had brought her some gifts. She couldn’t believe that he was the only one who had come to see her and her mind wandered. What if he had feelings for her? This made her even weaker in the knees and feeling more vulnerable than she ever had before. Suddenly, she felt her face become wet once again and realized she was crying.

    Her hand reached out to touch his face but she quickly pulled it back. Why would she allow herself to be hurt like this again? She knew in her heart that love wasn’t meant for her, that she was cursed.

    It was so hard to hold back though, it was difficult not to want to have human contact and so she found herself clinging to him tightly. She had bolted into him, causing him to drop everything he had brought. Her face was buried in his chest; her hands were clenching onto the front of his coat.

    “Nik…” Her voice was as a weak as she felt at that moment, her entire body shaking as she just cried. He seemed to be in a bit of shock but the calming words he said to her made her feel happy for the first time in months. She could tell by his tone that he cared even if he wasn’t quite sure what to do with the distressed girl. All she wanted was to stay there in his arms as he whispered to her and pat her back gently.

    The peace didn’t remain for long as her drunkenness took hold; she looked up at him, carefully shaking him, “Please. Please stay. Don’t ever go back to the Dane, just be with me. Stay with me…Stay with me I…”

     Any reply he had didn’t even register to her as her eyes widened and she backed away from him. It had occurred to her what she was saying and that she was letting herself fall too deeply. No, she wasn’t going to stay here and await his rejection.

    She ran back inside, locking the door. The next moment, a piece of paper went out of her mail slip for him. It was messily written and drops of water looked to be on it. Though, honestly, those were tears.

Nik,

    Thank you for coming to see me. Your presence is a present in itself. Please go though. Please go and don’t come back. I don’t deserve anything from you. I am a bad person. I am dirty. I am a slut. I am everything wrong with this world.

                                                           Iiliit

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August  1st 1979

It had been a few months since Iiliit had moved out of her home in Denmark.  Her hands moved to push along the marbles that she’d dropped onto the table. The usual intensity and vigor was completely gone next to her will to even move or go outside.

Eyes flitted around the room at the drunken messes that called themselves men which were just lying wherever they pleased. All of this in the home of a teenager as well, it wasn’t even that long ago that Iiliit had finally reached 16. May 1st, 1979, the day everything became more Greenlandic, more the way it should have been when towns were established; her sweet sixteen.

Yet, nothing was sweet about it. The anti-Danish protests, the parting from her father figure, it all hit her harder than she would like to have admitted. Now, she felt alone more-so now than ever. There was no one she could even fake cry to for attention if she got hurt, no one to hold her when a nightmare came along and frightened her.

With one swift movement, her hand went and knocked all the marbles off the surface. They bounced along, scattering everywhere. Her hand clenched into a fist and she inhaled sharply, attempting to keep her emotions in check.

A sudden knock at her door made her freeze in both fear and shock. Could it be her father had come, or one of her brothers even…? Her mind wandered over all the people she knew.  But who would want to come see her now? Who wanted to take any responsibility for this disaster she had turned into?

Needless to say, she decidedly got up, moving to answer it. She was stepping over so many bodies, sleeping, drunk, smelly, disgusting…It pained her that this was all she had to keep her company for months on end.

Iiliit opened the door without another thought and just froze. Him. It was him. Suddenly, her feelings came back. Her heart was racing, her face was burning, her hands were sweating. All she wanted to do was throwing herself into his arms and tell him, no, beg him, to take her away from all of this. She wanted him to save her.

Nikolai Haugen. This Norwegian she’d developed such strong emotions for. He made her feel her body start to shake. She felt she was about to cry, she just wanted to step forward and open up to him. Just scanning his face, she knew, she knew he cared about her. He was worried.

‘Oh, Nikolai,’ She sighed softly, thinking to herself, ‘I’m worried about me too…I’m not okay. Why can’t I just tell you I’m not okay.’

There was the first tear; it was coming out, running down along her sickly cheek.

“Helene.” His voice called out to her, snapping her out of it. No, no that wasn’t her name anymore. She figured Nikolai wouldn’t know that, but, she just felt herself closing back up again.

“Go away. Go away. Go away.” Her voice escalated with each sentence before she slammed the door on him, proceeding to lock it as fast as she could.

Iiliit’s eyes closed tightly and she slid down the door, hands over her ears as she proceeded to allow herself to cry. The stupid heart pounding wouldn’t stop and suddenly, he wouldn’t leave her mind again. It wouldn’t ever happen, she knew it. She knew she didn’t deserve that sort of happiness; not with the curse she had put on her from the moment of her existence.

‘I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.’ If she repeated it enough in her mind, she figured it would become true. But, no, not with him. Nothing could make these feelings go away and she absolutely abhorred it.

With a sigh, she laid down on her side. It was just her and silence. Loneliness forced itself upon her again and she wished so badly that she wasn’t like this. She just wanted to feel whole and be fixed.

The quiet was broken as one of the men had woken up, waltzing over and propositioning her for what he coined ‘a quickie.’ Of course, any sort of attention that made her feel like she was wanted couldn’t be turned down.

Getting up, her sad eyes looked back at the door but she just shook her head. He was probably gone anyways. So, she headed back off to the bedroom.

[asasaraatsigit]

Happy Birthday/Ullortuneq!

He smiles fondly at the package when he receives it, he’s actually a little relieved because for the last couple of national days/birthdays he has been wearing the same costume and he needed a new one, this was a really nice one too.

On the day of Iiliit’s birthday he puts it on before leaving to go to her house with her gifts in hand. Nik has made sure that he arrived very early and he lets himself into Iil’s house quietly. He puts a box down in the kitchen and then quietly heads upstairs toward Iiliit’s bedroom, hoping that she is still asleep.

He has a few wrapped gifts for her still in his hands, including a Pandora charm bracelet.

An electric throw blanket.

And this mug.

Nik carefully pushes the door open and lets himself into her room. He throws a glance to the bed straight away to see if she is still in it.

[Iiliit is actually in the bathroom getting ready when she hears her bedroom door open. She comes out and grins, toothbrush in her mouth and her traditional shirt already on, but no pants or boots yet. She’s going to go ahead and give him a friendly wave.] 

Heyyy, hey, I just got done with the morning speeches. I came back cause I didn’t have a lot of time to get presentable today...I was up so late, I was so excited!!

[She goes back into the bathroom and spits out, washing off her toothbrush and heading back out to meet Nikolai. She slips on her pants and boots once she’s back in her room and runs up to give him a hug around his neck and a peck to the lips.]

I’m glad you could make it!! My dad is staying in the guest bedroom, you can stay here with me for a few days in my room, of course. 

[Gives his cheek a kiss.]

[asasaraatsigit]

One of the only people who can turn Iiliit into absolute mush when she’s upset is her boyfriend Nikolai.

Like literally all he gotta do is hold her or kiss her and she just dies in his arms. He makes her cold heart feel warm and like she feels so safe with him and she feels it’s okay to act vulnerable around him. 

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Sloppy sketch of iil and her bf @ulvinorden in some AU probably. i may go back and clean up and  recolor this later but idk lol.

ok im off to bed o/ 

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Thank you Niki, you’re incredibly sweet! And of course...You know all of this applies to you, I wouldn’t be dating you otherwise. 

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Nikiiii!!

[Tugs at his arm, c’mon lean down she’s too short and she wants to cover you in kisses.]