Aph Norway - Blog Posts
anko family moment
(actually a dtiys on my instagram for this shameless self promo)
dennor moment
i feel like i make his hair curlier and curlier the more i draw him...especially when he’s a small lad
some norfin for the christmas season 🤧
also ig i do lighting now????
(i actually don’t like norfin really aha... but this was for @//satan_pee’s dtiys on instagram so 🤭)
i’m sorry my tumblr is so dead- i’m sill alive i’m just more active on instagram...
some norway practices-
i usually draw him like the top version but i thought it would be fun to try the canon one-
i used the new sailor outfits but put them in the nordics ^^ i did both hair variations because i didn’t think the brown fit
(i’ll be using these outfits a lot especially russia’s THEY ARE SO CUTE✨💖💞💖💞✨)
screenshot redraw**
This is one of the first times of me drawing a background that’s why it’s so flat and- (i’ll get better i hope!)
I’ve been wanting to draw a skiing norway for quite a while. i guess this is how it turned out-
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?
Honestly this is such a APH Norway aesthetic
Rules for the road when traveling in northern Europe
Memorize your route. Your map can and will lie.
Take the safest roads.
Mountain passes shift between our world and another - do not leave your car when you are crossing a mountain pass.
If you see something you believe to be a bear, do not photograph it.
The snow does strange things to our eyes.
Borders shift.
Do not speak to anyone you meet further than a kilometer from the nearest building.
Not everything that appears to be human is.
You may eat at rest stops but leave as soon as possible. If there are no other guests there, leave immediately.
Don’t listen to birdsongs for too long - they will start to tell you things you’d rather not hear.
There are no shortcuts.
Something is looking at you, but it is indifferent to your existence.
The things beneath the soil would rather stay undisturbed. Don’t dig.
Bring a mirror and a clear head.
Leave all religious items at home. They will make a scent trail.
There is a reason we fear wolves, but it isn’t the one you think.
Do not touch scissors on the ground. Ever.
The wind will bite you. Cover up.
The longer you spend in the woods, the stranger the air gets.
Stay calm.
Never approach old houses.
If there is mist on the ground, do not be afraid.
Windmills are further away than they seem.
Don’t look into lakes.
Some farms don’t always exist. Don’t worry if you can’t find it on your return trip.
Don’t drink slow-running river water. If you do, there will invariably be a dead animal upstream.
Bridges are sacred places. Do not disrespect them.
Avoid wetlands.
There are no children out here, only false ones.
If you suddenly get lost, stay very still.
Norway/Iceland
"We love mountains"
AU! Norway is a mountain-skier and Iceland is a snowboarder
It's been this winter's first snowfall and I decided it's a right time to publish it
I hope it's not critically late yet but I want to remind you it'll be Norway and Iceland's Middle Birthday on the 1st of June! If you want to share anything please use special tags to get involved as many people as possible. Let's revive NorIce community 🇧🇻🇮🇸