Nordic 5 - Blog Posts
It’s easy to look and see humans, but they are not.
Most of them try to forget it.
Some of them revel in it.
The rest of them like to pretend the Nordics are like them. Human. Or as close as their kind can get.
Most of the time it’s easy.
But sometimes...
Sometimes you can’t pretend.
Can’t pretend, because Finland speaks with the freezing northern winds as his voice and he’s a winter storm and a summer hail and thick clouds that cover the sky and block out the sun. His attacks are lighting and his heart beats with the rumble of thunder and he perseveres perseveres perseveres, always gets back up, always comes back, and you never see him coming until it’s too late. He dances under the midnight sun and laughs during polar nights and smirks as the rest of the world falls to the biting cold while he stands strong and unbothered.
And Norway, who’s as deep and mysterious as the northern forests, the Scandes, the fjords. He’s crisscrossing leylines and great waterfalls and vast archipelagos. His joints creak like the wood of ancient evergreens as they grow, his innards stained black by stake burnings and dark plagues, his eyes a mirror of the northern lights. He sings with the voice of the stars, the moon, the aurora, and he’ll ensnare you as easily as he weaves his magic and bends the land to his will.
Iceland consciously hides it from the rest of the world, but in the company of a select few they drop their disguise and breathes a sigh of relief. They’re a duality, scorching volcanoes and freezing arctic, hot and cold, fire and ice. Their eyes burn with flames, lava in their veins, bones of obsidian. Their organs are made of ice, their skin like snow and frost lines their throat and lungs. They breathe smoke and frost, cry ice and lava and their hair is snow and ash.
Most of the time Sweden is normal, but sometimes you tilt your head and he’s scintillating water and the creak of oars and fine metal- and woodwork. His bones are iron, like what they mine and mine and mine in Malmberget, and his heart is a patchwork of water and splotches of land connected by bridges, the city of islands, and if you listen very closely as he speaks you can hear the creaking and clinking of the ice and stone in his lungs and throat which at best muddles his words and at worst keeps them deep in his chest.
Even Denmark, the most normal, is sometimes not a man, but a raging bonfire and burning villages. Glinting gold and shining blades and delicate sculptures of glass. His laugh is the crowing of ravens feeding on the flesh of the fallen, his hair tinged red with the blood of his enemies and his eyes are deep blue blue blue, the same shade as the ocean he once tamed and conquered and ruled.
They speak in riddles only they know, whisper of time and places no one else remember, and laugh as the other nations draw back in wariness and fear.
If they wished to play being normal, let them. But where’s the fun in that?
Peek in my sketchbook 👀
Story Idea
Berwald is the ghost of a college student who is forever stuck haunting his dorm room until the end of time. He is immensely bored with his afterlife of the cramped apartment and reads books of the current residing college students to pass the time. However, his life soon changes when a new student moves in.
Tino Väinämöinen is an interestingly positive individual, one that Berwald absolutely adores. He is completely absorbed in college life and never has the time or thought to clean up after himself. Berwald decides that now his his chance to make his appearance.
While Tino is away, Berwald washes the dishes, folds the laundry, sweeps the floors, etc.
Tino is too oblivious to notice.
The longer Tino stays, the harder Berwald falls for him. But how could he possibly get Tino to notice him before he graduates?
Does anyone else notice how much Finland talks about having bowel movements around Sweden because he's so scary? Finland definitely has IBS lol.
Good morning Sufin 💙
Three little piggies in a row
We take things very seriously here at Daniel Adams Boiled Egg.
DenNor
I drew this as a snippet from my sister's wonderful au. My sister wrote some of this au privately, but if you really want, perhaps I can convince her to alter it so it can be shared with you guys (It's mostly Rusame). You can also beg me for her Rusame art, if you desire.
The following is a description of her au, written by her.
"The Shifters is my iffy Hetalia AU in which a select number of characters have the ability to "shift" (wow, how original of me) into their national animal. So Alfred becomes an eagle, Ivan becomes a bear, Berwald becomes a moose...etc, etc. They can switch from human to animal at any time, though the shift eventually causes fatigue if done too frequently. Not everybody can do it, either. I can't remember what the normal people are called.
The setting is apocalyptic wartime, and each shifter/group of shifters are fighting against each other for survival. Or something like that. Gonna be honest, I don't really know what's going on. I just like the idea of people turning into animals and wandering together through a sordid world."
Let us all praise my sister.
Alright man, I think I am the only human alive that has ever heard of this book so I'm going to explain it to you. It's called Flowers for Algernon and is one of my favorites. It's basically about this mentally challenged man that gets an operation for science that turns him into a genius. Charlie, the main character, develops feelings for his former Teacher, Alice Kinnian. So, naturally, I "translate" this into Sufin and ruin a beautiful piece of literature that someone worked so hard to make. All Sufin aside, I really would encourage you to read it.
This picture was hard to draw.
I had serious art block.
Oh and P.S. Kukkamuna is my preferred way of saying Hanatamago. It's the "Finnish version".
Nordics!!!
Plus good 'ol Poland. Gotta love Poland!
Lukas.
*Note- Be the first to ask me something. I won't bite.*
You can't really tell who he is because he doesn't have his floaty curl or his cross clip. He's in his natural state, out in the Norwegian wilderness...
Looks kinda album cover aesthetic, but maybe it's just me. Oh well.
Have a good day. 💙
Behold, the anticlimactic art post.
Enjoy this depiction of spicy Hongice🔥🔥🔥
Oh yeah P.S. This picture was basically me exploring the capabilities of my digital art program, so it's not my exact coloring style. I still like it though.
Sufin Fanfiction Idea
Berwald, Mathias, Lukas, and Emil are all living a life of crime.
One day, they decide to rob a bank. Before they actually rob the place though, Mathias says "Remember, if you see something you want, make sure you grab it and make it fast, 'cause we gotta get out of here as fast as we can."
So in the midst of the robbery, Berwald spots his innocent little Tino, and thinks back on what Mathias said. He definitely wanted Tino, so he better grab haim quick.
He kidnaps Tino and brings him back to their secret headquarters. The team is upset with Berwald, and they are now forced to hide Tino so he won't rat out on their secret little crime organization. While in captivity, Tino begins to develop a sort of...
Stockholm Syndrome.
See what I did there?
Anyway, it's up to YOU to decide how Berwald can earn his teammate's trust back, and how Tino can escape his criminal captors.
Wow thanks for coming to my TED talk.
Some lovely babey kiddie Sufin
Hey guys, I needed a break. I did this on my break. It's a masterpiece. People will come running for this content. All jokes aside, this is so me and I think it's really cute. Drawing this was fun! Can you tell that I'm a hetalia dweeb yet?