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victusinveritas · 6 months

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#meanwhile in iceland #iceland #reykjavik #penis museum

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apersonwholikeslotus · 10 days

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Iceland: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order?

Vinland: Anchovies and pineapple.

Helluland: I like beets!

Markland: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza?

Iceland: I’m disowning all of you.

#meanwhile in the au i only indulge in when I should def be sleeping #hws iceland #hws vinland #hws helluland #hws markland #hetalia #hetalia incorrect quotes #hws nordics #ig

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boydcrowdr · 3 months

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love how when media is set within the region i currently live (within alaska’s arctic circle) they can’t even film on location cus it’s too cold and too deserted. like zero infrastructure. nature literally doesn’t want us here. lovely.

#new true detective had to be filmed in iceland cus no one wanna traverse alaska’s -70 temperatures #meanwhile i’m traversing them just to get to the grocery mart

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spocksgotemotions · 1 year

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i have been having A TIME (neutral, leaning positive) lately and I can’t even explain it except my silly little brain has latched into a couple different things at once and I’m getting a surge of dopamine which RULES but ALSO I don’t really have anyone I’m comfortable talking about one of the things to but i’m learning SO MUCH I want to INFO DUMP

#captain’s own #dumb bitch hours #my coworkers look at me and think “Ah she’s mostly normal”#meanwhile my brain is thinking about Icelandic Children’s theater #I texted my friend last night at 1am and said like ‘don’t pay attention to the time #I got distracted crafting and watching Icelandic children’s theater #and when she responded I was both very disappointed she didn’t address that part #and also very relieved

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dduane · 6 months

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For folks concerned about the situation in Grindavík, Iceland

First of all: here's the Guardian's current overview. Also, here is the current roundup from RUV.is, the icelandic national broadcaster. Two webstreams from RUV.is are also available.

Recent posts and quotes from the Icelandic authorities indicate that the already-evacuated residents of the town are being allowed to return (escorted by first responders) for a very short period to collect necessities and to try to rescue animals and/or pets left behind in the earlier evacuation. Several animal protection groups are also reported to be working with authorities on a rescue mission targeting animals left in the town.

Of significant concern right now is a pre-existing fissure which has been expanding due to the pressure of rising magma from below, and has already damaged buildings in the town.

The pressure of magma upwards toward the surface has slowed slightly in recent hours, and the number of overnight earthquakes has decreased somewhat. But an eruption of the magma through the surface somewhere along the underground magma corridor is still expected by experts in the very short term.

The magma tunnel is about 15km long and runs southwesterly across the peninsula to the sea. The magma is apparently currently closest to the surface at the tunnel's northern end; about 0.8 km below the surface.

One caution for those of you hunting online news about all this: Twitter/X is (what a surprise) full of garbage info about the situation, including numerous pictures and video of old eruptions that have nothing to do with this one. Check your sources carefully before drawing any conclusions.

Meanwhile: thinking of our friends up in that part of the world. Take care of yourselves!

#Iceland #Grindavík #eruption watch #eruption

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choochooboss · 1 year

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Happy 1st Anniversary Pokémon Legends Arceus!!

Yes, this is a Gintama reference. The legend. The anime ever.

I just wanted to recreate this particular scene with pokémon characters, but then people got so confused on Twitter (which was kinda the point), I came up with this silly context:

"Knowing Ingo's whereabouts, Emmet makes his way to the past by some unorthodox mean and finds himself in Jubilife Village. There he's escorted to Galaxy headquarters where Kamado is shocked to see "young Ingo" which leads to Emmet asking his whereabouts. Kamado, who's suspicious of these space-time-strangers (if they're actually a threat & if Ingo has been faking his amnesia for some devious cause), personally escorts Emmet to Pearl Clan's settlement in Alabaster Icelands where Ingo was last seen (visiting Irida). The clan members tell he left the village with a funnily dressed merchant just a moment ago. Emmet & Kamado follow their footprints deep into the wilderness until they find Ingo and Volo having a conversation (Emmet remembers seeing timetravelling Volo visiting the station a couple of times just days before Ingo's disappearance). Ingo sees Emmet and is very confused, doesn't realise who he is immediately (suspects him a zoroark illusion) while Volo is surprised to see Emmet there and doesn't want him to ruin his plans. Altercation between them follows which leads to Emmet challenging Volo to a pokémon battle. The fighting gets rough, somehow Kamado ends up KO'd as a collateral damage. Meanwhile Ingo is watching the two duke out and suddenly his memories start rushing back all at once and gets so overwhelmed he collapses and starts sliding down a snowy slope; Emmet & Volo see this and run after him. Volo trips Emmet and reaches Ingo first; then Volo gets this crazy idea for an easy escape and hops on his back. Emmet makes a quick decision to copy him and boards Kamado." And so the race starts! His shouting echoes through the icy wilderness... "BLAST OFF!" "FULL SPEED AHEAD!"

TL;DR: I thought it was funny Had I never played Legends Arceus, I would not be here gushing about these two silly train men with you to no end. I really hope there will be more Legends games, and of course, that they would conclude Ingo's story eventually. There's a lonely blorbo somewhere in the universe who needs his twin brother back! Legends Celebi is very potential in terms of the whole time traveling theme... keeping a sharp eye on the future!

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 months

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 7: A Titanic Setback

As you begin to make your journey across the sea, the SS Stormbreaker fails to live up to it's mission as it begins to sink off the coast of Iceland. Meanwhile, The Doctor gets a visitor.

CHAPTER WARNING: thematic elements/peril

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You were surprised to find that you slept better than you had in Boston. However, some choppy waters greeting you in the morning, and you’d slept only until 7am, as indicated by the ancient digital clock bolted to the wall beside the bed.

Loki slept beside you again, but after saving his ass in Boston, you’d given him what-for before accepting him beside you.

“I really should make you sleep against the wall with Joey,” you snarked, pointing to the bunk beds bolted against the adjacent wall, so slim that Joey’s leg hung limply over the side as he immediately zoned out. “And he dribbles in his sleep worse than any dog I’ve met.”

He shrugged. “Would you really?” he dared, raising an eyebrow while simultaneously smiling with a mock innocence that only served to soften you.

Ugh, damn you.

“I guess not,” you muttered. “And, I guess I should thank you for the helpful advice. It freed us all.”

He smirked as he crawled into the bed next to you, under the surprisingly soft sheets. “May I ask what you did to cause the distraction? Simply curious, it seemed to be quite effective.”

Your skin went cold. “I, uh…solicited some help, and to get them to go along with my idea…” you giggled, deciding that beating around the bush wasn’t worth it. “I flashed them.”

“Flashed?” asked Loki, apparently unfamiliar with the colloquialism.

You rolled your eyes and lifted your shirt for the briefest of moments, only to pull it back down and be greeted with a look of delight from your bedfellow.

“Ah ha!” he replied, an odd grin spreading across his face. “Um…well done, Y/N.”

Well done? Is…that all?

You chose to address the awkward silence by curling up and facing away from him, muttering a ‘goodnight,’ hoping he got the message.

The next morning, you woke up sprawled like a heavy sack of groceries across Loki’s chest. His breathing was still shallow and regular when you came to, so you tried not to wake him when you rolled off, sparing yourself some embarrassment. The rough waters must’ve tossed you both about on the bed last night, especially being in the bow of what may as well have been a dinghy.

You realized that his own hand was voluntarily on the small of your back as you began to turn. Having no idea whether to wait until he stirred to discover your compromising position, or to simply be extra-cautious as you slipped out of his grip, he began to rouse on his own. Fortunately, he’d moved his hand quickly, and you leapt off Loki before he regained full consciousness, much to your admitted regret.

I can’t, you thought sadly. I can’t let it go that far. I’m already playing with fire…

The sun was just starting to crack the eastern horizon, turning the indigo sky into a gradient of violets and pinks. Your mind was flooded with conflicting thoughts as you emerged onto the deck, your nose instantly accosted with salty-smelling air. At least the wind had died down enough that it wasn’t chilly out on the open sea, and the waves were actually beginning to quell enough that the boat was cutting cleanly and smoothly over the surface at a decent pace.

Carrie was at the helm, looking at some technical readouts on the dashboard behind the wheel on the upper deck. Shane was catching some ZZZs below. Joey was also awake and sitting with his feet dangling off the port bow, his nasty sneakers and old socks piled behind him.

You quietly sat down beside him, removing your shoes and letting your calves swing over the side. Carrie shouted out from above. “You really shouldn’t do that! You fall over and you’re shark food!”

Neither of you listened.

“So…how was the conjugal bed last night? Toasty warm?” Joey said with a smirk and a wink.

You didn’t respond, your mind still below decks and how the simple feeling of Loki’s chest against your cheek, and his arm on your back as if he needed you close to him, made you hot under your skin.

“Sis?” Joey asked. “Earth to Y/N--”

“Joey?” you snapped back to.

He smiled knowingly and looked out at the ever-backing horizon as the sun crawled upward and released more of its light. “Are you feeling ok?”

You sighed, willing to let it all out as long as it was just your brother listening. “No, I’m really not.”

“I knew you’d fall for him,” Joey said with a smile. “I knew you two would get close.”

“And yet you’re happy about it,” you mumbled bitterly.

He laughed with a casual shrug. “My big sister gets to cozy-up to the guy she’s been crushing on for a decade. I’m not sure where the problem is!”

“Oh come on!” You groaned. “It’s not like we’re going to stay together! We’re literally dropping him off on the other side of the world, Joe. You said it yourself: he's got to go back, and we have to get him there."

“But,” Joey said softly, “Did you ever think of the chance that this Doctor fellow is a fake? And there’s absolutely no way Loki could go back to his time and place? Where else would he go?”

No, you hadn’t. “I don’t think indulging in that luxury is a smart choice for me right now.”

Joey snickered. “Give yourself five minutes to daydream a little and relax. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re kind of living in weird times. Maybe it’s possible…”

He got up and decided to leave you to mull it over while he went to make a halfhearted pass at Carrie, despite the engagement ring on her finger.

You used to be an avid daydreamer, to the point where it could be a liability, particularly in your school days. As you reached 30, the gift of randomly-sparked story weaving began to leave you behind as making rent and surviving became a more important pastime.

Looking off into the spreading sunrise, you began to pose the question to the hidden recesses of your mind: what if Loki couldn’t go anywhere in the end, and that he was fated to live a natural, mortal life here with you? What would it look like? Would you return to Syracuse, or attempt to find a familiar face? Would you succumb to your growing feelings, and would he reciprocate? You rarely allowed yourself indulgences. You simply did not have time for them. Therefore, permitting a fully-formed romantic fantasy took some getting used to. You had to re-learn how to remove the what-ifs, and not-possibles.

A tableau painted itself across your mind’s eye: a rainy clearing in a wood. The smell of petrichor radiating up from the layer of damp yellow leaves on the ground flooded your nose, replacing the sting of the salty ocean spray hitting your face. A quickly-smoldering fire in an outdoor pit lent the last dregs of smoke to the natural perfume of the air. The precipitation was warm and fat, and your ears could barely make out any sound beside the repeated pitter-pattering of each drop against the metal side of the large trailer in the center of the clearing.

You were conscious of yourself and your place in the scene, standing quietly under a tree, waiting for the right moment to dash inside without getting wet. You wore an oversized cardigan and baggy jeans. They didn’t flatter your shape at all, but they were comfortable.

The trailer door opened, and the figure inside was backlit, so you were hardly able to make him out. As soon as he opened the door, a baby’s wail boomed into the yard from behind him, shrill and persistent.

“Thanks Norns you’re back, Y/N,” Loki’s exasperated-sounding voice sounded. “Our daughter is hungry, and I’m afraid I lack the proper equipment to oblige her.”

Even her high-pitched squealing didn’t remove you from the peaceful feeling in your veins or the tranquil, slow beating of your steady heart.

Loki’s hair was tied back. He wore the most unremarkable white shirt and black jeans. He was completely mortal, and yet it became him more than his rich Asgardian leather vests and gilded armor. As you walked through the falling rain toward him, your smile became so wide that it stretched your cheek muscles.

“Y/N!” he sighed gently. “Y/N! Y/N!” He held out a hand to greet you as you stepped inside, the sudden change of light blinding you…

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“...Y/N? Are you alright?”

Loki was standing behind you as everything blinked out of existence, and you re-established your position perched on the edge of a pathetic little boat illegally crossing the Atlantic.

You felt your cheeks burn. “Yes,” you said quietly. “I was just meditating.”

“I’m sorry I interrupted,” he replied.

“Don’t be, it was just for a moment,” you dismissed, allowing Loki to help you to your feet.

“Carrie says we can make breakfast down in the hull,” Loki informed you. “We should probably mind our health right now. I was hoping you would perhaps help me whip something up?”

You sighed deeply, letting the tension deflate you as it left your body in the exhalation. “That sounds like a delicious idea.”

It wasn’t delicious. At all.

When Shane and Carrie had warned the three of you that food supplies would be scarce and satisfying, they hadn’t been exaggerating. “Minding your health” as Loki had put it, would be more difficult than you’d thought.

Not to mention, a fifty-foot yacht didn’t provide much extra space to stretch your legs. Exercise would be virtually impossible beyond the hundreds of laps you could take from bow to stern and back.

The only food supplies in the kitchen were a small cabinet of spices, a hot plate and pathetically-small pot, a large box of dry rice, and an icebox that went out of style in the 1950s, containing five eggs, three sticks of butter, a few various candy bars, and an empty milk carton.

“How is THIS supposed to last us the five weeks to London??” Joey had nearly screamed.

“Um, we’re surrounded by the ocean, genius,” said Shane. “Like, ninety-percent of what we eat is caught. Come help me get the nets set up, Joe. Maybe we can get a big tuna for supper?”

Meanwhile, you and Loki had made up some of the eggs, but as neither of you knew your way around the hot plate, they ended up grossly overdone and smelling nearly too foul to swallow. Even the oddly-wide variety of spices you found couldn’t save them, but it was either eating the eggs for breakfast, or the sticks of butter.

You did have a good laugh with Loki about it later, which made it all worth it. Still, when Joey began shouting gleefully around 1pm that he’d caught something, and it ended up being swordfish nearly as long as you were tall, you were more than grateful. That first full day at sea, you feasted on fish steaks and rice, which took a hell of a long time to fry up on the dorm-sized hot plate and skillet.

“Glad you like it,” said Carrie. “Because it’s the daily special for every meal for the next five weeks!”

The days were long, especially as the summer solstice drew near, but Shane and Carrie advised you to create a routine to see them by. Indeed, it helped to pass the long hours once you, Joey, and Loki settled into your places on the boat.

Joey quickly took to fishing, and he’d wake up at dawn every morning (weather-pending) to catch the day’s meals with whoever wasn’t at the helm when he awoke. You usually woke up with Loki after the sun was fully risen, and you both usually took your time getting on your feet. You usually shared the cooking duties in the morning, but Carrie preferred making dinner for everyone herself.

Days were lazy for the most part. You and Joey learned the basics of steering and navigating the yacht so that there would be more people to cover for Shane and Carrie while they rested. Whenever you took over the wheel, Loki sat behind you, reading aloud from one of the waterlogged old volumes he’d dug up somewhere down in the hull. One was a volume from an outdated encyclopedia (for letters XYZ), another was a decaying copy of Flowers in the Attic, (you’d warned Loki to skip over that one), and the third wasn’t in English. So, he read to you from the textbook as you steered.

You had to admit that you didn’t mind spending the afternoons listening to his buttery baritone describing the different uses for yak’s milk.

After a sunset supper, you and anyone else who cared to would sit in a circle on the upper deck under a string of Christmas lights that had been string across the awning. You chatted well into the night, admiring the unblemished night sky from horizon to horizon. Usually when it was midnight, all of you would turn in, aside from whoever was steering through the latter half of the night.

Every night, the last thing you did was bid goodnight to Loki, then wait in the stagnant darkness to hear his breathing regulate, indicating he slept. You couldn’t help but make out his slumbering form. Six times, you’d gotten brave enough to trace his outline with your finger, so softly your fingers barely make a wrinkle in the blanket. Once, you scooted so close that your noses nearly touched by the time you drifted off. Loki seemed ignorant to these moments, but they were for your own benefit, as if making yourself a promise that this was all real, and that you would wake up to find him still beside you.

A week went by in this pattern, then another five days. On the evening of the fourteenth day, just as you were about to hand off the wheel, Shane appeared, cursing to himself and red in the face,

“What’s going on?” you asked as he climbed the ladder up onto the top deck.

“I went to check our gas inventory this morning, and we’re down way more than we thought,” he grumbled.

“Meaning?” you goaded him to go on.

“We have to make a pit stop…in Iceland,” said Shane with heavy reluctance. “And please don't yell, Care’s already covered it.”

You fought every urge to groan loud enough to frighten the whales. “What does that mean for us?”

“We’ll contact a private dock in Keflavik. It’s on the southwest shore and not far from Reykjavik, but far enough away to prevent unwanted attention. Probably won’t take more than a day or two to get back on track.”

A day or two? That’s not too terrible.

“Just have to be careful of rocks as we get closer to the island,” he said. “Carrie and I can handle it.”

Just then, you began to hear guitar music. Confused, you looked over your shoulder. Joey was playing an old instrument that looked like it was out of date when Hendrix played Woodstock. The strings, however, were perfectly tuned.

Shane chuckled. “I hope you asked Care before you took that thing out.”

“What’s she gonna do, take back the song?” he laughed, playing louder, adding a hint of defiance to his attitude.

Loki was following Joey onto the deck. He seemed in a jovial mood. “Well, at least this realm has music,” he said, his tone upbeat despite the bitter admission that this world was dull.

He came right over to you, hand held out. “Does this mean there is dancing as well?”

You bit your lip and quickly rejected his hand. “I don’t really dance well.”

Loki didn’t listen, taking your hands instead and quickly throwing them over his shoulders, pulling you impossibly close. You could smell his breath, it was cool and sweet.

“You will after my lesson, Y/N,” he said quietly.

As Joey played, you did everything you could to mirror Loki’s steps, which created an odd pattern on the floor, nothing like you’d ever seen in films or on stage. “It’s an Asgardian step,” he explained. “More about the ankle work than the foot placement. Asgardian dances are all about showing off.”

“I have to admit,” you said softly, “I never thought the Prince of Mischief was a twinkletoes.”

He laughed heartily and spun you around. “You cannot believe a royal prince would be educated in the arts?”

“I guess it is a bit difficult to picture you in finishing school, yes,” you retorted as Joey began to slow down the music.

“I assure you, my friend, I was trained in every possible ballroom quadrille, ballet step, theatrical art, and musical instrument you could fathom,” Loki continued. “You know, you might find the step a little easier if you stopped watching your feet and looked at me instead.”

He scooped your chin and raised your face to meet his. You felt your legs become jelly, your bashfulness returning. In a moment, you came to a still position, hands still placed just-so on his shoulders. He smiled weakly. “You look a little lightheaded.”

“It’s all this spinning,” you said casually, feeling your flesh tingle as you noticed the tender way Loki was looking at you.

“Maybe we should stop, then,” he suggested with concern.

“...we have stopped.”

Off in the distance, you could suddenly hear the sounds of splashing. Looking over in that direction, you and Loki caught sight of a small pod of blue whales breaching and playing off in the distance, against the sunset. It was the single most beautiful sight you’d ever seen.

You weren’t positive, but you thought you felt a hand on your back, gently pulling you closer to Loki’s body. Your heart threw itself against your ribcage with all of its weight.

“Loki?”

“Yes?”

Joey’s comment from your first morning at sea came to the head of your mind as you waited to speak until after a long, low whale call subsided. “What happens if this is all for naught? If you’re stuck here forever?”

He scoffed, clueless. “I can only hope that doesn’t occur.”

“But would it be so terrible?” you asked, turning to look him in the eye. “You could stay here. I could teach you everything about being a mortal.”

“But the timelines would eventually ensnare and implode, and you all would perish,” he reminded you. “I have no choice.”

“Maybe not,” you shrugged. “I guess I just…”

Loki’s look grew to one of concern. “What is it, Y/N? Have I said something?”

“Loki,” you paused to gather your thoughts, “What is it you’re supposed to do when you get back to the DMV?”

“TVA.”

“Right,” you dismissed, rolling your eyes, “Please answer me.”

He took a moment to consider what to say. “I…simply must do what must be done.”

You groaned and gently pushed him away. “Are you supposed to kill yourself or something? Why won’t you tell me anything else? ”

“Because it’s not your concern--”

“--yes it is!” you blurted out. “Loki, I can’t stand you. I can’t stand you because you somehow manage to be both so intimate with me and distant at the same time! You talk about getting back to meet some glorious destiny, but sometimes when you…get this close…I think you…I…”

…I think--I hope!--you want to stay with me…

However, you couldn’t say anymore without losing control of yourself. Frustrated, you felt tears forming, and you spun on your heels to go inside instead, concealing your feelings at the last moment in order to prevent anything from getting even more complicated than it already had become. You threw yourself onto the bed, starfishing yourself out over the mattress so that Loki would take the hint later on whenever he came to bed.

Meanwhile, Loki stood on deck, dumbfounded as the others attempted to pursue you.

Norns, she’s fallen in love with me…

You were thrown violently from your bed hours later. Knocking your head against the bedside stand on your way, it took you several seconds to reorient yourself, looking around, fumbling in the complete darkness for the light switch, which you knew had to be nearby.

“Fucking hell!” you muttered as shouting began to ring out from above you.

“FUCK!”

“Where’s Y/N?”

“We have to get in the lifeboat!”

“No, we’re close enough to land her!”

“Like hell we are, moron!”

“I’m getting Y/N--”

As you stumbled to your feet (difficult to do with the violently-rocking boat), you became conscious of your wet pajama pants. Your behind and legs were soaked in cold ocean water.

“Oh my god,” you felt your heartbeat rise into your throat. “LOKI!” you shouted.

It was so dark below deck that it made finding the steps a treacherous task. The water continued rising until it hit your knee. “Help!”

You were able to make out the sounds of frantic feet on metal stairs. “Y/N! Follow the sound of my voice!”

“Loki!! We’re sinking!” you called out.

“Yes, we’ve figured that part out, now you can do this!” the god encouraged you. The stress of your emotional moment from six hours before was gone, replaced by pure adrenaline as your brain descended into survivor mode.

You let go of the wall and followed Loki as he continued to praise your courage. “You’re being so brave,” he said tenderly. “You’re almost in my hand…”

The minute you felt his skin on yours, you gripped his hand for dear life, and the pair of you hauled yourself on deck, which was beginning to list starboard.

Carrie was readying the small motorboat tethered to the stern with professional swiftness, while Shane was still at the wheel, trying to steer toward what appeared to be a thin, faint line of lights in the far distance.

“Asshole! We won;t make it! She’s already tilting too far!” Carrie called. “Abandon ship!”

“How will we get it back?” asked Shane. “We can fix it if it’s just a gash!”

“It’s not far to shore, we can retrieve it,” Joey suggested, his bag slung over his shoulder as he waited by the lifeboat with an obvious sense of urgency. “C’mon!”

He saw you and Loki approaching the boat hand-in-hand, and he looked relieved. “Sis, we hit a big-ass rock! We have to get to the beach on this.”

The ship jerked again, sending you all spiraling to the deck, tilted so far to the side you could use it to slide into the water. “All aboard! That means you, Shane!” called Carrie. “We’re out of time!”

Loki hopped aboard first in order to help you up. That was when the yacht hit another rock, this time with more force of impact than the initial strike.

You lost your balance and tumbled overboard instead of into the lifeboat. The drop wasn;t far, but the shock of falling had stunned you, and you felt the sensation of gently sinking downward. You couldn’t move your arms, but you did begin to kick frantically in an attempt to reach the surface.

Instead, you hit your head on another rock, and the last thing you saw before passing out was Loki doing a butterfly stroke in your direction, his swimming silhouette growing larger against the emergency lights of the yacht.

He grabbed your limp body just as you fell unconscious, scooping you under his arm and quickly resurfacing just as Shane and Carrie lowered the lifeboat onto the ocean. Joey was panicking, throwing a life jacket around his shoulders like a winter parka and bundling himself in it. As he got you to the boat, he easily lifted you in with his godlike strength, and Carrie quickly made a pillow out of another life preserver, laying it under your head.

Shane asked Joey to take the rudder as he began steering toward shore. The SS Stormbreaker ceased its watery descent, stuck between several rocks. She was marooned. You all were.

It took hours until Shane and Joey were able to manipulate the lifeboat around the minefield of boulders. Loki and Carrie tended to you as you slowly began to come around, your head roaring and your stomach lurching. Carrie used a t-shirt to clean your bloody forehead while Loki refused to let go of your hand.

You made landfall just after midnight, on a remote, rocky beach with only a few waterfront cabins to light the area around you. You were capable of sitting up and walking with support, but your head was still throbbing.

“Thank Norns you’re alright,” Loki said quietly, turning you around and examining your face and body for any further signs of trauma. He looked distressed, perhaps traumatized himself from the event. “Y/N, If I’d lost you--”

You stopped his thought with a thankful kiss.

Your kiss was different from the two quick, awkward pecks you’d shared with Loki before. Your lips danced a pas de deux that sent your heart shooting into space. You laid your hands across his cheeks, keeping his face against yours as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He didn’t argue with the somewhat sensual turn of events, choosing to accept it instead and respond by holding your body closer to him.

Joey shuffled his feet awkwardly nearby, his back to you. “Uh…guys? C…can we get moving now? Are…are you done, Sis?”

The Doctor’s impasse was not helping him sleep.

He wanted to be awake and alert in case the TARDIS tried to speak to him again. He set up a hammock under the console where he spent hours either reading or staring blankly up into the steel grid above him that comprised the floor.

Truly, it didn’t make any sense that she was only allowing him to see the inside, while simultaneously taunting him with the occasional flash of green and revving noise before going silent again. He couldn’t prove to anyone in this reality of who he was without the TARDIS flashing her goodies for these human naysayers!

At least it seemed that for the lack of resources on this Earth, there weren’t any alien conquests either. It was remarkably dull. The Doctor would have preferred being trapped in a two-second time loop for ages than to be stuck in this un-wibbly world, useless and ordinary.

For the near-millennium of his life, he’d never seen anything like it. This was not a trick that the Daleks, nor the Master or Cybermen, were capable of. No aliens, no TARDIS, no hope.

He’d tried to seek out his doppelganger, the silly lad who played him on television. He liked that actor, but wanted to give him a few pointers. Of course, he hadn’t expected the bodyguards (and a very confused Georgia Tennant) to chase him off before he came within a hundred meters.

The Doctor’s eyes were just starting to get heavy when the TARDIS spoke again, sending him jolting to his feet.

But this time it was different. Instead of a strong, deep single rev from the box, it sputtered and coughed for several seconds, a gray, foggy light blinking repeatedly. Something different was happening…or perhaps…coming…

He bounded up to the console, fiddling with every level, button, and trigger he could toy with in an attempt to get an answer. He quickly looped a stethoscope over his neck, plugging his ears with them and attempting to listen to the heart of his ship.

That was when there was a knock at the door.

The Doctor paused and went deathly still.

The door knocked thrice more.

“No….oh wait….yes!” he muttered, a thrilled grin spreading across his face as he nearly flew down the steps and threw the door open.

Someone stood there, looking as lost as he was. It was a woman, diminutive in stature, but with a hard, defensive gaze hidden under a blonde haircut that seemed a little out of its time period. She held a small pebble in her hand, and it was pulsing gray in tandem with the TARDIS’ weak sputters.

“Oh hello!” The Doctor said merrily, not thinking about coming on too strongly. “Who are you? I’m The Doctor!”

The woman’s face didn’t crack. She peeked over The Doctor’s shoulder, looking inside. “Is…is that a dimensional discrepancy of some sort?”

“Ah…what do you know of dimensional discrepancies?” asked The Doctor, choosing instead to grab the woman by the wrist and yank her inside the TARDIS, slamming the door quickly so as not to let this wonderful new development get away. “Who are you? What is that?” he pointed down at the gem in her hand.

“I’m looking for someone,” she said firmly. “Can you help me?”

The Doctor looked skeptical. “Not sure I can, I’m in a bit of a bind myself. But…you’re not from this reality, are you?” He grabbed for a 17th-century spyglass standing on the console, and comically stepped back to observe her through it. “Who are you? Where are you from? How did you get here? Is there a time rift here after all? If it’s not in Cardiff, then where--”

“--I need to find a runaway,” she said, interrupting him. “He’s running from something very important, and I’m here to bring him home. I’m afraid he’s lost.”

“Ahhh, alright then,” said The Doctor. “Perhaps we can help one another.”

He offered his hand, and the visitor shook it. She finally smiled, though it still had all of the warmth of a frozen steak.

“The Doctor, was it?”

He nodded enthusiastically, this new development giving him boundless energy. “Yeah!”

The woman introduced herself at last. “I’m Sylvie.”

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melanie-the-artful · 5 months

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Genshin Character Names' Meanings

Hello there! So, I remember I once saw a post about meanings of some characters' names in another fandom, and while some of those names probably were given to those characters just because they fit, some of them certainly were chosen for their meaning, and well, it was just interesting to read! And yeah, here I am, in today's series of "I have freaking nothing else to do" I brought you a list of meanings for Genshin characters' names (today only Travelers and Mondstadt).

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Aether | Comes from the highest air layer - where the gods live, and from the god who embodies it in Greek mythology; Also not sure whether it's connected, but fun fact: in Latin "Iter" means «Journey»

Lumine | Literally «Light» in Latin

Kong (Chinese Aether) | «Heavenly», «Air» or «Sky» - Chinese Name

Ying (Chinese Lumine) | Literally «Glimmer», «Twinkling» or «Light» in Chinese and a Chinese Name

Sora (Japanese Aether) | Literally «Sky» in Japanese and a Japanese Name

Hotaru (Japanese Lumine) | Literally «Firefly» in Japanese and a Japanese Name

Paimon | Comes from King Paimon, the 9th of Goetia Demons

Amber | Well, in her case it obviously references her eyes that carry that color, and it is also similar to the word «ember», which underlines her being a Pyro wielder; Also «Fierce» as an originally Arabic or Celtic Name

Kaeya | «Monsoon Flower» - Sanskrit Name

Lisa | «God's Promise» - German Name

Jean | «God is Gracious» - Originally French Name

Barbara | Although in our world it is believed to come from barbarians, in context of Genshin she might've been named so after Barbatos, the Archon rulling over her nation. It also makes sense considering how her father also serves at the church; Also «Foreign», «Strange» as an originally Greek Name

Diluc | Comes from «diluculum» - Latin for «Dawn»

Noelle | «Christmas» - Originally French Name

Klee | Literally «Clover» in German

Albedo | Term for the fraction of sunlight that is diffusely reflected by a body; also a Latinicized alchemical term meaning «Whiteness» and «Purification»

Sucrose | A chemical element, also known as C₁₂H₂₂O₁₁, or just sugar

Mona | «Solitary», «Adviser» or «Wish» - German Name

Fischl | Considering German grammatics, literally means «Little Fish»

Amy | «Beloved», «Dearly Loved» - German Name

Bennett | «Blessed» - Originally French and Latin Name

Rosaria | «Rosary» or «Wreath of Roses» - Derives from originally Latin Name Rosarius/Rosarium

Diona | «Goddess» or «From the Sacred Spring» - German Name

Eula | Could be based on the german word for owl Eule or the German Name Ulla which means «Will»

Mika | «Who is like God» - German Name

Venti | Sounds similar to the word «windy», also literally «Winds» in Italian

Barbatos | Comes from Duke Barbatos, the 8th of Goetia Demons

Crepus | Comes from «crepusculum» - Latin for «Dusk»

Seamus | «Supplanter» - Originally Irish Name

Frederica | «Peaceful Ruler» - German Name

Alice | «Noble» or «Exalted» - Originally German Name

Rhinedottir | Originally Rhine was a name for someone who lived by the Rhine river in German, yet the word itself originates from the word 'renos', which means «Flowing Water» or «Raging Flow»; meanwhile "dottir" is «Daughter» in Icelandic

Barbeloth | May derive from the Gnostic aeon Barbēlō, a supreme, androgynous entity in Gnosticism known as God's first thought, being his "feminine aspect" and the Mother-Father of the aeons

Nicole | «Victory of the People» - Originally French Name

Varka | Likely based on the Old Persian 𐎺𐎼𐎣 (varka), meaning «Wolf»

Decarabian | Comes from Marquis Decarabia, the 69th of Goetia Demons

Dvalin | Comes from a dwarf in Old Norse tales, meaning «The Dormant One» or «The One Slumbering» (akin to the Danish and Norwegian "dvale" and Swedish "dvala", meaning «Sleep, «Unconscious Condition» or «Hibernation»).

Durin | Overally associated with a dwarf named Durin, who is also from Norse tales, though some say it is of Latin origin and means «Firm», «Enduring»

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Yeah, here it is! I know, I basically made a compilation of things you can find yourself in Google, buuuuuut in case you were too lazy or not curious enough to do so, I did so in your stead! And I have to admit that those are not names of my homeland, and I may not know all their variations or significance, yet I'm still interested, and I'll be happy if you're willling to correct me. And maybe I will even dig in deeper into the topic next time!

So, see you!

Edited: Yeah, I added a few more meaningful characters and Travelers' names on other languages + a few other tiny additions. I think now it seems a little more complete. Next up is Liyue!

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 7 months

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In Wild Man and Wild Miss, a year before Ingo is set to leave, The Pearl clan as a whole gets into trouble. Just below the snow of where the settlement resides is a pocket encased by ice. One day, a space-time distortion happens, and something within the distortion triggers an earthquake.

It shatters the ice, and the entire settlement falls into the sinkhole. Many are injured, some severely. The clan is trapped into this smooth pocket of ice, and as the earthquake continues, the opening above is slowly shutting.

The Pearl Clan do not use pokéballs. They don't have Pokémon on them to help, and what Pokémon partners they do have tend to live outside the settlement, having their own home and lives. With the opening to the sinkhole shutting, those Pokémon partners are going to have no idea where they are. The Wardens and the Clan Leader weren't within the settlement, instead out to discuss the frenzy of Lord Kleavor.

The settlement is completely alone without any strong trainers around to save them.

Irida eventually comes back to find the settlement has vanished. She thinks it's an illusion at first, perhaps the Zoroark are playing a trick on her— but it soon becomes clear that this is no illusion. Everyone is just gone. And she panics.

Was it a distortion? Did one open up above the settlement and transport them to an entirely different space altogether? Or was this an attack? Is it even possible for it to be an attack, when there is nothing left behind to indicate as much?

She immediately gathers the wardens again. Not just hers, this time, she contacts the Diamond Wardens and Adaman. Despite the two clans not being on the friendliest terms, this is an appalling scenario and it's easily decided that whatever beliefs you may have are irrelevant when it comes to the human lives who are potentially in danger.

Meanwhile, Ingo is in Jubilife, and he overhears a rumor. Irida called for a secondary warden meeting a day after the first, this time with their twin clan, and quite frankly, Ingo just doesn't trust that. Call it paranoia, but Ingo's dislike of the Pearl Clan and their practices often leads him to assuming the worst.

He leaves Akari in the village for a while, and goes off to eavesdrop on this meeting.

He's glad he did. Because an entire settlement disappearing off the face of the earth is something he kind of needs to know, considering he lives in the icelands himself. Sending a letter to his daughter to let her know that he'll be gone for a while longer, Ingo sets off to find the missing clan. (He may dislike them, but he's not a cruel person... He doesn't wish for anyone to die.)

Unbeknownst to him, a certain noble watches him.

#Wild Man and Wild Miss #Submas #Subway Boss Ingo #Ingo #PLA Akari #Akari #Papa Ingo #Clan Leader Irida #Clan Leader Adaman #Pokemon #Pokémon

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apersonwholikeslotus · 11 months

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~~Meanwhile at a NATO Meeting~~

USA: Is lava spicy

Iceland, like he has first hand experience tasting lava: No, it's like if you ate a handful of ash.

USA: This is why you're my favorite.

#aph iceland #hws iceland #aph america #hws america #hetalia #hetalia incorrect quotes

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fanficfish · 3 months

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nations and their little "tells" of how long they've lived

there is definitely a post somewhere about this but whatever this is my hadcanon xD

-England and his three big bros are the prime example of "going a little crazy", they've been alive so long and half of it through the Mideival Era that they've lost concept of a lot of stuff. Like their touch with reality is a little screwed and you definitley notice they don't quite get some stuff, like they'll miss empathy cues or slip into mannerisms from days long past. Use old English, etc. They're the wacky cousins that ar just a bit confused but they're trying, even if they get on everyone's nerves a bit. Also they're still figuring out how emails work, because while their personalities change according to their people their actual knowledge doesn't always keep up.

-Russia, i think that one's obvious, man's had such a time that he's spent so long plastering a smile that he's basically forgotten how not to not smile. And you can't undo centuries in a day. You see his true nation age when he takes everything and doesn't bother trying to question it no matter how ridiculous, when he stops a tank with his bare hands and walks it off, when he's surprised people don't usually try to jump out planes without parachutes.

-countries with violet eyes like Canada, Iceland, Norway- they blend in too well, they resemble the quiet kid in the back of the class (personal headcanon it indicatess magical inclination). You realize they're not quite human when Norway turns his head and hos haircurl floats midair and his gaze is just a bit too knowing, when Iceland makes a remark well beyond his physical age and you remember he's a thousand years old, when Canada- actually no the bear is enough proof.

-And then there's China and Japan, two old men who look young but have that sense of knowing more then they let on like Norway but without the creepy blank look that comes when one has Seen Too Much. Instead they travel through life like they don't have a care, as if every day is a lfietime in Neverland. Especially China. Japan also just looks tired all the time even if he isn', from stress lines that never go away.

-Prussia is that fun work colleague who suddenly turns into a history nerd out of nowhere and then flips back to normal wild mode. He's the one who tells tales like he actually was there, he and the wrest lf the BTT really. It's like they rememebr, because they do.

-Meanwhile Lithuania and Finland seem normal enough- good hardoqrking young men doing good woek. But thebmoment they're attacked, their eyes blaze and it's like an aura radiates lff them. And you know they're stronger then they look, that they won't go down without a fight. And you'll probably be the one going down no matter how strong you think you are, because they're nations and they will always hve more power and centuries of experience. Even if it's been years and they aren't superpowers, they have the muscle memory. It's engrained into their very being, it's a part of them and if you approach them the wrong way you might get dropkicked by accident.

-Countries like Denmark and America- their smiles are just off. Denmark's is too sharp, just a amidge too much, and America's is too wide, like he's trying tok hard when it's just his natural face.

-and then there's austrailia and new zealand who are the reason Florida started fighting alligators and convinced their residents to start doing it too "for the YouTube views", forgetting rhat moat people don't have instahealing or can come back from the dtad.

#hetalia hcs #hetalia headcanons #aph #hws #world stars hetalia #headcanon #hws icand #Hws finland #hws russia #hws lithuania #hws canada #aph nordics #hws denmark #hws england #hws china #hws japan #hws america #hws austrailia #Hws new zealand

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shimyereh · 11 months

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I recently learned the Croatian expression Katica za sve [Katica, who does everything] — which is a pretty good parallel for English “Jack of all trades”.

A casual investigation suggests equivalent expressions in other languages involving specific people’s names are less common than I had hoped. But several European languages have expressions involving the number 1000 (as an alternative to “all” or “many”):

Hungarian ezermester and Finnish tuhattaituri both come from “thousand” + “master” --> “master of a thousand things”.

Norwegian tusenkunstner and Swedish tusenkonstnär both come from “thousand” + “artist” --> “practitioner of a thousand arts”.

Icelandic þúsundþjalasmiður is “thousand” + “rasp/file” + “craftsman” --> “craftsman of a thousand rasps”.

German Tausendsassa comes from “thousand” + a call (“sa, sa!”) used to urge on hunting dogs --> implying the pursuit of a thousand things?

Meanwhile, Portuguese has a numerical expression with seven instead of a thousand: homem dos sete ofícios [man of seven trades].

#words words words

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icelandsgirl · 6 months

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List of My 35 Favorite Hetalia Fanfictions

This list is mostly for me to go back to, but if you wanna check them out, I do recommend. So good. I ranked them in order of my favorites because it's my list and I do what I want.

Gutters (glassamilk, July 2010) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6122026/1/Gutters 'The Calamity' has left the world stripped and dying. Alone in a civilian bunker in Munich, Sealand will be reunited with the last known living member of his surrogate family and together, they will set out across Europe to find those they have lost.

The Danish Slaughterhouse (Decada, November 2012) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8744418/1/The-Danish-Slaughterhouse At Mathias's insistent begging, the rest of the Nordic Five decide to go visit this "new, bigger, totally badass" mansion of his and spend some vacation there. But the stay might not be as pleasant as Mathias had let on...

the Soviet Insanity series (Shadows in the Light of Day, October 2014) Part One: Interference https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10728361/1/Interference One of the unwritten laws for surviving in Russia's house is that you never, ever interfere with his punishment of your friends. Unless you're Lithuania. Then, no one's going to stop you. They're all too frightened to stand up to Russia...but Estonia is going to change that. Part Two: Latvia's Absence https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10758808/1/Latvia-s-Absence Lithuania and Estonia's punishment may be over, but the Baltics still have to survive the aftermath. With Latvia forbidden to speak to the others and Lithuania determined to unravel the mystery behind Latvia's 'disappearance', will anyone notice how strange Estonia is acting? Will Latvia be able to cope without his friends? And will they all be reunited? Part Three: Insanity https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10862382/1/Insanity Reconciled to the belief that Lithuania and Latvia do not care about him, Estonia makes a desperate plan that he believes will save them all, but may in fact destroy him once and for all. As Lithuania struggles to make sense of Estonia's behavior, he is confronted by a nation who is only just realizing what has been happening to the Baltics for years. Part Four: Web of Delusions https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11007515/1/Web-of-Delusions For now, the Baltics, Belarus, and Ukraine seem to finally be safe. However, when Lithuania's pity for Russia overcomes his common sense, he ends up even further entangled in the web of insanity that they are all trapped in. As Estonia and Belarus try to find a way to break free, Lithuania makes a last attempt to save Russia from himself.

Þetta Reddast (nicegaai, January 2023) https://archiveofourown.org/works/44430493/chapters/111752707 Berwald, Mathias, and Sigurd are cousins. Emil is Sig's little brother. All of them have the same thing wrong with them. (Maybe it's genetic.)

Evig Eies Kun Det Tapte (slire, June 2015) https://archiveofourown.org/works/4147929?view_adult=true Set 1349 → 1350 AD. During the Black Plague ⅔ of Norway's population perish. After a year of wandering his country looking for God(s), he seeks sanctuary in Copenhagen.

When I'm Falling Down (quinndalynn, February 2012) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7855439/1/When-I-m-Falling-Down Left alone by his so-called Nordic 'family' once again, Iceland grapples with the monster inside, meanwhile pondering how he only truly thinks himself to be alive when he's falling.

A Certain Sort of Loneliness (APHPuffinChild, December 2016) https://archiveofourown.org/works/8809477/chapters/20198536 Emil has never dealt well with change - it always made him feel like he was being left behind.

The World Is Ugly (KnoxInSocks, April 2017) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12461154/1/The-World-Is-Ugly Emil Steilsson has always lived with depression, but it only gets worse when he moves from his home in Iceland to America with his older brother. The only thing keeping him sane is the gorgeous boy in his class, Leon Wang, who went through a similar experience a few years before.

Cold Dark Sea (roughdiamond5, April 2016) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11908631/1/Cold-Dark-Sea Leon trusts Emil until the last beat of his increasingly undead heart.

The Monsters In Us All (Shini-chan, June 2021) https://www.quotev.com/story/9310191/The-Monsters-in-us-all-Dark-Yandere-Hetalia-x-Reader/6 "Oh dear, look what you have done. Stealing my heart and then acting like it is no big deal. Now you pay the price, love. And the price is you!"

Unstable (SwiftNinja91, July 2012) https://www.deviantart.com/swiftninja91/art/Insane-Iceland-x-Therapist-Reader-Unstable-P1-317521066 Emil seems perfectly fine... despite the occasional creepy behavior.

She'll Never Know (Alfredosauce, August 2022) https://www.quotev.com/story/10382221/Hetalia-x-reader-ONE-SHOTS/19 Everybody’s pumped for the week-long skiing trip in Switzerland. While Emil and you are back to showcasing your weird relationship— “platonically” holding hands and sharing beds, Mathias never catches the drift like everyone else does and demands the same treatment from you. Emil eventually gives in to jealousy and denounces his friendship with you the first night in. He thought he was satisfied with these developments, all until he overhears a conversation between Mathias and Lukas two days later. Seems like he wasn’t the only one pining for you. His chance at revenge arrives when he finds the Dane unconscious in the snow after a freak accident.

Lights, Camera, Action! (smileygohappy, June 2022) https://archiveofourown.org/works/39743103/chapters/99499203 Lukas is a professional adult film star who has gained a wondrous amount of recognition and fame over the past few years. To keep up that ongoing popularity, he then asks Emil for a favor—to be in one of the adult films with him.

Tall Cold Grass (Jacquzy, June 2011) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7043530/1/Tall-Cold-Grass It was wrong. It was disgusting. He was his brother, his dearest baby brother, and he could still remember how he'd first found that small, frightened child, shaking behind the tall, cold grass.

A World Without Light (Wheatley, December 2014) https://www.quotev.com/story/5769241/A-World-Without-Light-a-DarkHetalia-Nordics-story/1 When the gods gave Norway one last chance to be with the people he loved most, they told him he needed to give something up that was important to him. He gave them his sanity. Now locked in a world of pain and darkness, Norway searches for his lost ability to smile again.

Bad Decisions (Secondhandpianist, March 2023) https://archiveofourown.org/works/18148376/chapters/42914384 Eirikur generally liked to believe that he was a good and responsible person. He always paid his bills on time, he hardly ever missed work, but could he be considered responsible or even good after he found out what he’d managed to get himself into?

Texting (MeowHime, October 2015) https://www.wattpad.com/story/51275813-iceland-x-abused-reader-texting You'd lived in abuse for years, and your family would constantly remind you that you were worthless. On a whim, you joined a group chat, since socialising wasn't your strong point. There, you met a boy under the name of Iceland_Puffin. You became friends, and since then, had exchanged phone numbers and texted each other every night. Little did you know, he was transferring to your school.

Sovn, Lillebror (ReykjavikBondivik, November 2017) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12741583/1/S%C3%B8vn-lillebror Depressed Iceland is Depressed™.

the Suicide Season pair (ticcking, March 2018) https://archiveofourown.org/series/966831 Russia is slowly dying (and he no longer likes to hurt people); Puberty is hitting Sealand like a bus, and something is wrong with America...

Frogs In a Pot (Leafy_leaf, September 2022) https://archiveofourown.org/works/41793708 “Don’t let someone be mean to you. You’re a very sweet child, so I worry you’ll be taken advantage of.” His boss said. Well, he had certainly tried to avoid being taken advantage of.

Shrinking Norway (PolarbearNinja2, June 2014) https://www.deviantart.com/polarbearninja2/art/Hetalia-Fanfic-Shrinking-Norway-Ch1-458571199 Shinking Norway.

#i reached the text limit so i will reblog with the rest

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