Moonlit Bird

Femslash OTP Moodboards (10/?)

Eva Kviig Mohn / Noora Amalie Sætre

“                              You’ve kissed my hair to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem, I say, a poem I wanted to show someone … ”

Isak: Biology, chlorophyll, organisms, enzymes, photosynthesis, mitochondria, biology, biology, biology Wanna chat about something else for a change?

Sana: What do you wanna chat about Isabell

Isak: Do you know that guy Mikael well?

Sana: Mikael?

Isak: Yeah, that guy whose picture you were looking at in class. 

Sana: Now you’re chatting biology again

Isak: Lol. But seriously.

Sana: Peripheral acquaintance

(I don’t believe you-gif)

Isak: Who is he?

Sana: Why?

Isak: Just wondering. I think he’s an old pal of Even from Elvebakken

Sana: How nice

Isak: come on

Sana: yes, I believe he went to Elvebakken

Isak: How do you know him?

Sana: Things going okay between Even and yourself?

Isak: Livin la vida loca

Sana: Hasta manjana. gotta go

Next Level Soft Boyfriends 

um, those steps he’s walking up? that’s where we first met isak.

Skam meets Bo Burnham lyrics I’m so sorry

bonus for @betchnaesheim! 

it comes in waves

Rating: Mature Total Words: 33,751/~40,000

Summary: Isak doesn’t know how he ended up in Galalogfjord. Even knows exactly how he ended up in the tiny fishing town. In the end, it doesn’t really matter either way.

In a town that no one can place on a map, and in waters full of magic and creatures mostly forgotten, a boy and a mermaid meet.

“You can leave… if that’s what you want, Isak,” Sana says. 

Her eyes say she has an answer, if only he has the guts to ask the question.

He wants to go back home and eat Noora’s fishcakes and sleep until the sun comes out again.

“Why do you call me that?” he asks instead.

“Because it’s your name.”

it comes in waves

Rating: Mature Total Words: 33,751/~40,000

Summary: Isak doesn’t know how he ended up in Galalogfjord. Even knows exactly how he ended up in the tiny fishing town. In the end, it doesn’t really matter either way.

In a town that no one can place on a map, and in waters full of magic and creatures mostly forgotten, a boy and a mermaid meet.

“You can leave… if that’s what you want, Isak,” Sana says. 

Her eyes say she has an answer, if only he has the guts to ask the question.

He wants to go back home and eat Noora’s fishcakes and sleep until the sun comes out again.

“Why do you call me that?” he asks instead.

“Because it’s your name.”