islandiis

[islandiis]

been absolutely suffering but been thinking about changing a couple of HCs including that Fannar has never dated humans to actually there was this guy named Brynjar in '92

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I'm not gonna have time to draw it until way after the event but. Fannar for the masquerade ball —

- a really nice, simple black suit. maybe some intricate details at the cuffs or something, or cufflinks that match the mask

- a mask made by a local artisan similar to this one. the brown tones replaced with blacks and greys to match the suit, though — and admittedly he's pretty dang self conscious in it ('are the horns too big?', 'is it too eccentric?') but he's very very proud to represent a local artist and has some of their business cards in his wallet to share lol

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ANOTHER ERUPTION Currently the 12th eruption since 2021 (that's absolutely wild — these systems were dormant for centuries and we have been there to see them reawaken) is happening in Reykjanes and the fissure is stretching north more than it ever has since 2023. There's a big ass wall of lava and the blue lagoon (among other areas) have been evacuated again. Gas clouds have been blowing down to Keflavík and up towards the Westfjords and people have been told to stay inside because of high levels of So2 in the air

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[islandiis]

When she startles like that, Fannar almost does as well — and instinctively he's putting an arm up in front of her when she hides behind him. But then he realises it's the frog - and he doesn't laugh, because anyone can be scared of anything, he understands - but he lowers his arm and gives her a warming little smile.

"I'll move him," he answers simply. "Stay here, one second."

And then he's going and kneeling down, using a stick to poke at it's hind legs to get it moving again. It hops once and doesn't move, so he pokes gently again.

"You don't like frogs?"

Mirèlha froze, her heart catching in her throat. Ribbit, ribbit. The sound, so sudden and close, sent a jolt of terror through her. With a gasp, she stumbled behind Fannar, a puff of exhausted air escaping her lips. "It's looking at me...!" She squeaked, peering over his shoulder at the large, fat frog that idled so calmly in their path. This hike had definitely taken a scary turn for the Mediterranean woman.

@islandiis ; short and sweet ❤️

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There's a swell of pride in his chest, carefully kept hidden — there always is, when people choose Iceland to visit over anywhere else. He understands Iceland is a 'bucket list destination', of course - they do draw in a lot of visitors yearly - but every time, it still feels like something to be grateful for. Every time.

"Oh— yes!" He opens the door that little bit wider to Willem. His place is... well, small, but it's warm and it's cozy and he hopes it'll at least be a welcoming place to start. Besides Keflavík, of course. "The sun is out - or, well, up - all the time in the summer, basically. When it's not raining. But it doesn't get dark, I mean. So there's lots and lots of things to do."

And almost immediately, his cat comes running to greet the guest — Fannar rubs sheepishly at the nape of his neck. "This is Mjási. She's friendly and, not shy, as you can see. Can I get you some coffee? Or I have black tea?"

"I've had more than enough time on my hands to decide to take a little trip somewhere, and Iceland just so happened to be it," Willem replied, gaze settling fully on the shorter male. "What tipped the scale more was that there's a good bit being promoted that can be done in Iceland during the summer."

Offering a little smirk--it was a bit amusing, the Dutchman had to admit--he then gave a little shrug. "Couldn't pass up the chance, so I'm here for a while at least, and my first thought was to stop by here."

After he'd called ahead, that is. / starter for @islandiis.

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"I get it," Fannar answers, eyes following the flickering arc of green that moves over their heads like an echo. "I think they're... humbling. They make you want to just... enjoy the quiet. Be part of it."

He remains laying on his back, like the ground might swallow him back — just like how it birthed him, so long ago. That's part of it, too. Just... being a part of all of it. Of nature. Of life. In his case, too, of destruction — an endless cycle, destruction and creation. That's Iceland.

"I don't know," he answers, softly. "I mean... Well. I haven't ever owned a lava lamp, but — but at least you know they're reliable, when they're *not* broken. You switch them on and, I think you have to let them heat up, if I remember right — and then they work. There's something comforting in that, in it's own way. Right?"

He turns his own eyes back to the sky, and they're soft around the edges. Like he's really glad to be here and talking to Aiden. Truly.

"But it is disappointing when they break," he cedes. "And it's disappointing when you drive out into the middle of nowhere and nothing happens."

He huffs out a quiet laugh through his nose, and it drifts away a second later like it had never been. "I'm usually not so talkative," he admits, holding the back of his hand to his mouth as he grins. "I just like talking with you."

So simple. So honest, too, like it's a given.

"Yeah," he answers softly. "I think the red is my favourite, too."

"Sometimes it's a good feeling that's important," he smiles, his own fingertips beginning to prickle with cold in spite of his gloves. He shifts so that he can follow suit in tucking his hands in under his arms. "Maybe it's silly, but sometimes, I think the lights are like a reminder to be hopeful. Sometimes you are disappointed, yes, but that's also something important. If you didn't have the disappointing times, the good times wouldn't be so special."

His cheeks warm a little more, and Fannar suddenly laughs a quiet, bashful laugh. Oh. He's talking too much. "Sorry, I— I just think a lot."

Not just. It's a secret he's kept hidden, all the time he's lived: he writes. He's lost track of how many poems he's written on the subject of the northern lights, so they bring up many a thought — but that knowledge, he'll burn his throat on lava before he ever admits it aloud. No, that's just for him... even when he feels the occasional, fleeting pang to tell someone. In all his years, it is his best guarded secret.

"No — it's not," he answers, gratefully drawn from his own head. He untucks one hand so that he can gesture along the shape of one arc. "Little electric... Ah, the fucking English — particles? — From the sun, they come to the Earth. Our magnetic field pushes most of it away, but in the north and the south, the magnetic field is the most weak — which is why we only really get them there. And, so, when they come into Earth, they'll hit, like, oxygen and stuff up there — and when they do, it makes a tiny light. So, really, what it's all just... billions upon billions of little tiny lights, and they all come together. And that's what we see."

He turns his head to look at Aiden, and he smiles. "I was told, it's the same as how neon lamps work. How people were able to just..." He gestures back up to the lights, as if emphasizing their size. "It's so big, here. But then these little lights, they're like... they're kind of like the northern lights, but — eh — controlled, you know? Isn't that the most incredible thing? That such smart people could take these lights, and put them in a jar to make something beautiful that they wanted to make. They're so different, but also... not so different. Isn't that amazing?"

Once again, he catches himself as talking too much, and he once again shrinks into himself. With a bashful laugh: "I-I'm sorry — I'm really talking a lot this evening."

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fannar rn:

vs me right now:

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smash or pass: frestonia

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He's still got his head hidden in his hands, at this point. He peeks through his fingers to stare at the ground, eyes flickering thoughtfully. All their time together and he's never thought about it before, it seems.

"Craig is my best friend," he says quietly. "I mean — he's good looking. I think everyone would say that? And he's talented, and he's so kind. And he knows me, probably better than basically anybody else." His hands cover his eyes again, and he stifles a cough as best he can. "Sometimes I actually think he knows me better than I know myself, even. He's really special, but he's also my best friend — and he's handsome, of course, and we get along so well. But maybe we're too similar sometimes? And I wouldn't want to ever do anything to affect our friendship. So I don't — I don't know. He's really handsome and I know how special he is, but... I would be too afraid of ever ruining what we have. Does this... make sense?"

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smash or pass aiden

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This one has him blushing so hard that he legitimately feels lightheaded. He ducks his head slightly, but it does nothing to hide. Hotter than any fever he could run, any magma breaking the surface of his land. Certainly telling of something, no? A crush here, as well? And this time, he seems like he's thinking very carefully, hands coming together so fingers can fidget.

"There's something about him," he says, so quietly. "I don't know how to describe it, but it's like — it's — he's just so... Like, even though we've only hung out a couple of times, he's just... I want to talk to him. I want to... Like, I want to know what he thinks? And I want to spend time with him. He's so... Aghh — I can't think of the word in English," he's hiding his face in his hands at this point, so everything is coming out muffled. "You feel like you can relax around him. I feel like I can relax around him. I... Oh, God — I would. Yes. Fuck."

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Smash or pass: Japan

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"Japan?" He echoes quietly, cheeks still burning. This one, he actually has to think some about, and he turns his head away to cough quietly into one hand. He's... Never really thought about it before, truly.

"I mean... I do think he's handsome," he admits sheepishly, tipping his head up slightly in thought. "But... Hm. I've never thought about it? I-I mean, I don't — I don't think about this a whole lot, with anyone! Not unless it comes up. I... We do have a lot of connections, between our countries. And I think he's very nice, and we get along very well, but... um, I don't know him as well as I'd like to? And — And I feel like, we can both be quite... shy. I don't know how it would happen. I don't think I feel a lot of, what is it they say — is it "chemistry"? — in that regard? we... I don't think it would come up. I don't really know how to initiate these things, not much, and — ah — there's also this..." He kind of gestures with his hands, but then turns his palms up unsurely. "He seems so much more... I don't know. Experienced? Than me. I feel like he's much older than me, if that makes sense. N-Not in an offensive way—! I just mean... You know— I just feel like we're different, kind of."

With this said, he sheepishly sits back and folds his hands in his lap. "He's handsome, and has always been kind to me, but... I guess, pass? Maybe if we knew each other better...? I don't know."

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Smash or pass…America

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The speed at which Fannar's pallor dissolves into an intense blush is almost funny. Oh? A crush? All his learned manners are forgotten in a moment, and his eyes are firmly fixed somewhere off to the side. In this moment, subtlety is not his strongest suit.

"America? I — Well, I-I mean — we do have history," he's trying to make his voice at least come out audible, but one still has to listen hard to hear him. He clears his throat, and then tries again. "He was... He was the first person to recognise my independence in 1944. I mean, Denmark, um, the Danish King — yeah. But it was America who recognised my independence first, and... Well, when Britain invaded, the American troops then came in because they were neutral. I mean, that brought it's own problems — ah, but..." Geopolitics and historical relations differ to personal feelings, he reminds himself, and his blush deepens once again.

"In those years, we talked sometimes. My English was poor, but... um, he... inspired me. A lot. About independence. And... I — well?" Bro looks like he's about to combust, honestly. He can't help but cough, turning his head away before he sheepishly admits, "I-I would. Definitely. If it ever came up."

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 “𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 / 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 (𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒) 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒” + 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘.

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[islandiis]

New eruption in sundhnúkagígar / just north of Grindavík (same that's been ongoing on and off for a good while now). Grindavík and the Blue Lagoon were evacuated again. The fissue is about 1200m and was extending southward (within the dikes surrounding Grindavík). A hot water pipe has bust which confirms there's cracking within the town. The photo below shows how it's through the dikes north of town.

As of right now, volcanic activity has subsided but seismic activity is still high in the magma crater.

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"Sometimes it's a good feeling that's important," he smiles, his own fingertips beginning to prickle with cold in spite of his gloves. He shifts so that he can follow suit in tucking his hands in under his arms. "Maybe it's silly, but sometimes, I think the lights are like a reminder to be hopeful. Sometimes you are disappointed, yes, but that's also something important. If you didn't have the disappointing times, the good times wouldn't be so special."

His cheeks warm a little more, and Fannar suddenly laughs a quiet, bashful laugh. Oh. He's talking too much. "Sorry, I— I just think a lot."

Not just. It's a secret he's kept hidden, all the time he's lived: he writes. He's lost track of how many poems he's written on the subject of the northern lights, so they bring up many a thought — but that knowledge, he'll burn his throat on lava before he ever admits it aloud. No, that's just for him... even when he feels the occasional, fleeting pang to tell someone. In all his years, it is his best guarded secret.

"No — it's not," he answers, gratefully drawn from his own head. He untucks one hand so that he can gesture along the shape of one arc. "Little electric... Ah, the fucking English — particles? — From the sun, they come to the Earth. Our magnetic field pushes most of it away, but in the north and the south, the magnetic field is the most weak — which is why we only really get them there. And, so, when they come into Earth, they'll hit, like, oxygen and stuff up there — and when they do, it makes a tiny light. So, really, what it's all just... billions upon billions of little tiny lights, and they all come together. And that's what we see."

He turns his head to look at Aiden, and he smiles. "I was told, it's the same as how neon lamps work. How people were able to just..." He gestures back up to the lights, as if emphasizing their size. "It's so big, here. But then these little lights, they're like... they're kind of like the northern lights, but — eh — controlled, you know? Isn't that the most incredible thing? That such smart people could take these lights, and put them in a jar to make something beautiful that they wanted to make. They're so different, but also... not so different. Isn't that amazing?"

Once again, he catches himself as talking too much, and he once again shrinks into himself. With a bashful laugh: "I-I'm sorry — I'm really talking a lot this evening."

There's a swell of pride in him, though Fannar so carefully keeps it hidden. He's humble, a trait honed by hundreds of years of learning - but there are cracks, like water running under ice sheets, and it's evident in the way Fannar grins up at the sky, as well. He remembers watching these lights when he first came to life. He remembers dancing under them with the huldufólk, but then he was scolded by that scary woman in town, so then they danced in secret. He remembers watching them from Denmark and feeling a homesickness at the lack of colour in them — funny, how life just... goes on. Footsteps in the snow.

And, a friend in the snow. Aiden basically flops himself down and Fannar goes to say something — but then he closes his mouth. And then he smiles, then grins, before flopping down beside him. This is why he keeps spare clothes in the car - emergency kits in Iceland are a recommendation to be taken seriously - and what better way to feel alive, cold seeping down your collar and warmth in your chest?

"I'm never normal about them," he admits, much more softly now. The look in his eyes is enchanted. Dreamy, almost. "You become accustomed to the tourists who come for the glaciers and the waterfalls. I still love them, of course, but... you know, it becomes routine. But the lights are never routine. You could drive all this way and they'd never appear. Some days, they come out when I'm carrying groceries back from Krónan. And the colours and the shapes, you never know what's going to happen. I feel so... grateful, when they do show up. And especially when I have friends to share them with, not just tourists." He blushes then, appearing to catch himself slightly in his pride, and he attempts to reign it in with a bashful look. "I-I mean — I'm very lucky."

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Oh, the relief he feels that his laughter isn't being taken as rude. He does find himself looking out towards the magma itself, and his hands settle deep into his pockets. And then he starts snickering again over the fact that he's just admitted to eating rocks as a kid. Not the worst thing he's eaten (he's already once mentioned the tadpoles way back in the day......) but probably still not fantastic for your dental hygeine.

"I ate a lot of grass and shit too. I was just... I was, um, basically wild when I was a kid. Rocks, though—I don't really recommend trying!" He says with a little laugh, looking awfully sheepish. "They just taste... I don't know. Like they smell. Like rocks. They're not particularly delicious or anything. And the texture is... weird. Like grit."

Yeah, he's glad he got domesticated, when he thinks back on it.

"I guess I could imagine that," he answers, turning his head up slightly in thought. "I don't know. I guess so? I think I ate lava rocks once or twice when I was a kid, but... I don't really remember so well. Never lava, though."

Suddenly, there's a sparkle in his eye. "Oh! I have an idea — um, it's a surprise. Come with me!" And, cautiously, he's tossing his head as if to reiterate that Teodor should follow.

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It had been a bit of a hike to get here; naturally, you couldn't really bring your diesel-powered 4x4 anywhere near a smoking, spitting cauldron like this one. But Fannar deemed it worth it, he always did — it was a sight he never got sick of (figuratively, at least), and one he was all too eager to share with visitors he may have. There's a pride welling in his chest just like the superheated rock itself, although you wouldn't know it from looking at him. Humility is important, after all! But... more than that, he's just too busy looking at Teodor with a cross between curiosity and bewilderment. And then, he begins to laugh. He tries to stifle it at first, and raises a hand apologetically to his mouth as his shoulders shake, one hand raised apologetically. "I am very sorry for laughing—" he manages to get out, both hands now upturned. "T-That was rude of me. I apologise. But, I-I was just laughing because — I've thought about it several times!" he admits, and then the laughing starts up anew. "But no, I've never tried it. You know, I've never burned my tongue — or my mouth, what is it they say? It doesn't matter how hot things are. But, maybe lava is pushing the limits a bit." And then, completely nonchalant, he waves a hand. "I ate rocks when I was a kid, like, more than once. I think maybe it would taste like that, but... um, more burnt? Or metallic, like you say?" Then, a little more bashfully, he laughs. "I was a weird kid."

The laughter didn’t surprise Teodor at all. In fact, the Romanian smiled in turn, letting his arms fall back to his sides. ‘If it wouldn’t kill me, I think I would scoop some up and try it right now—’ he said with a nod, his eyes on the bubbling red heat that poured from the mountain, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. ‘Rocks, though? Ah, can’t say I’ve done that.’ He looked back across to Fannar, breathing an airy sort of laugh of his own. ‘Grass, yes. Leaves… twigs. You can get pretty desperate in a forest.’ He said, running a hand back through his hair, but the curls just flopped back into place. He didn’t need to mention the bugs, surely; some people couldn’t stomach that fact. He bit his tongue on that one. ‘What do rocks taste like? I assumed they would just taste… dirty? Like dirt? Sandy, maybe?’ He screwed up his nose at the thought of the texture of sand in his mouth, his smile turning downward with it. There were some sensations Teodor never wanted to feel, and that was one of them. ‘Metallic, though. Yes. Maybe the way the inside of a bullet casing tastes?’ Perhaps that was too specific, Teodor shook his head. He couldn’t help himself; ‘I hope you were at least eating pretty rocks?’

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[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears ( from keira♡

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Fannar's walls are high, and Keira knows. She knows that even after all this time, all these years, Fannar still tends the tops of the wall with barbed wire and hot oil stains mark the brickwork. He doesn't mean to be so difficult to reach, of course. Through an eternity, some things get ingrained and others get honed to perfection. Having walls is how he can be strong. Having walls is safe. Crying in front of anyone, even someone like Keira who he knows he's safe with — it makes him want to hide, to run, to peel his skin off in discomfort. To be seen, it's just...

Maybe it's a small mercy that he's kind of out of it. Whether it's a flare-up he's dealing with, or something seismic, or just something stupid and human, the tears are... unexpected. Even for his usual temperatures — he's clearly out of it this time. But still, he blinks at her with a sniffle, before quietly asking, "...Keira—?"