#Úlfur

[seahagart]

Temple Guardian and her cub❄️🐻‍❄️

Wanted to show full orc mom vs her half orc son

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[rastronomicals]

7:59 AM EDT May 6, 2024:

Sólstafir - "Úlfur" From the album   Endless Twilight of Codependent Love (November 6, 2020)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Icelandic post-metal

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[mossy-crow-king]

Woof woof bark bark

[tarjeismoeworknews]

Clip from the short film Barbra Streisand-effekten now available on aftenposten.no. To be able to watch it you need to be in Norway( or use VPN) and have a subscription( you can try Aftenposten for 30 days for NOK 1).

The movie follows siblings Sine and Åge who get into a heated argument on the way to their grandfather's funeral. Sine is adopted from Eritrea and has just found out that her grandfather was a Nazi. (Director: Úlfur Kjalar Eyjólfsson)

Translation:

Sine: You’ve always been weak. And people don’t collect Nazi stuff for fun!!!

Åge: Calling me weak? You’re calling me weak, huh?

Åge: Sorry that’s a bit nasty.

Sine: Really nasty

[nebulardrip]

17, 31, and 37 for elsine, soleil, and a 3rd oc that has been on the mind recently

Elsine

17. Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

Elsine is very soft for her brother! She's very affectionate and loves having prank wars with him. She finds no difficulty in being soft in general, but she would find great difficulty in being soft around her sister for a long time.

31. Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

A fox mask.

37. Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

🤔 Good question. She wouldn't get kidnapped by anyone she knows, so I guess some criminal of the sorts. How she escapes would depend on who she was kidnapped by and how much of a threat they are. If it was some mastermind, it might take her a little while to figure out how to escape on her own, if at all. If it was someone who was less clever (I guess like Doofenshmirtz or something), she might have an easier time escaping.

Soleil

17. Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

Any guy she is hitting on. Around her crushes, easy. Around her friends, less easily but not with great difficulty.

31. Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

Hm! It'd probably be something that has hearts.

37. Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

Violette could kidnap her using hirelings, but Soleil wouldn't really be able to escape without outside help. She'd be very feisty and uncooperative.

Lilja

17. Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

She is incredibly soft for her oldest sister, Íris, her father, Elvar, her uncle, Úlfur, and her eventual boyfriend (later husband, unnamed for now). She finds it easier to be soft around people she is close to, but it's harder for her to be soft otherwise.

31. Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

Some sort of bird mask.

37. Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

Probably her cousin Gróa's ex-boyfriend, Haukur. She'd escape because her uncle found out or saw and tailed him and he would wreck Haukur.

[deathmetalangel]

BEAST OF THE HUNT (BLOODHOUND X F!READER)

warnings: slight violence, mentions of suicide, death, mourning, slight ooc bloodhound, leaving family behind

a lethal tracker with old ties to their villages renowned beast tamer and fiercest fighter

It was cold, a small reminder of home. Yet, not as bittersweet as the hunter that she eyed carefully from her vantage point. They were in the woods, why was she here? This was far from her village, but she needed to get away. Not forever, no. Never forever.

How good of a tracker can they be if they hadn’t noticed her yet? Or maybe it was because they had already noted her presence. “You should stop hiding úlfur. I heard you coming miles ago.”

“So you haven’t gotten rusty in all this time. I was afraid you weren’t living up to your name, Blóðhundur. Or worse, that Boone made you soft.” Bloodhound freezes, how much did she know?

Boone, their Boone. A sore subject still. “What do you know of him?” Bloodhound questions almost threateningly.

“I know he was weak. Too weak for the likes of you. And too dishonorable as well. You’re better than this, so why do you fight for his honor? He was scum that deserved to be in Hel with the rest of the cowards that died before us.” So she was there at the Thunderdome. Had she been on Bloodhound’s trail for longer than they realized?

The snapping of jaws catches their attention, Bloodhound looks down at the feral wolf snarling below the woman. “Don’t worry vinur, she’s harmless. Just a pup. I’d be more worried about Skepna.” Behind the adolescent wolf a set of eyes glowed from the shrubbery. A low hearty growl rumbles the ground below.

Large daunting steps near Bloodhound as a goliath of a bear towers over them and the wolf pup. “You didn’t come to kill me, so what’s your angle? Why after all this time did you decide to find me?”

Y/n drops down from the tree where she was perched. Her glowing eyes glare at Bloodhound with malice. “You never came back after Artur’s death. I tried to find you for years. And when I finally do I catch whiff of your trail I see your face plastered on billboards like some cheap entertainer. What happened to the ways of old? What happened to you?”

Bloodhound sighs, they knew they’d eventually see her again. Yet, nothing could really prepare them for how different she looked after all those years. Not quite as tall as they were, but still retaining a flattering yet full figure. A finely trained warrior for the hunt. Even as children it was clear Artur had faith in her abilities, yet Bloodhound was always ignorant to how much trust Artur had in theirs.

“The old ways are still dear to me y/n. I’m not an entertainer in the Apex Games, I fight for honor as a warrior to secure my future in Valhalla. I assumed you would understand that.” They could’ve came off as condescending, but it was the only way to get through to the pig headed woman.

“Fighting for money isn’t very noble Blóðhundur, we are supposed to die in battle for what is right, not for a reward like mercenaries. You really have changed. And to think I had hopes of you being just as I remembered.”

Both hunters stand off. The tension was thick, almost suffocating. “We can talk. Just come with me úlfur.”

Y/n swings her spear around before planting it firmly in the ground. “Or I can allow you mercy, and send you to Valhalla myself. As long as you put up enough of a fight that is.” Her wolf nuzzles into her open palm. He could sense the animosity brewing from the scorned woman.

Bloodhound makes no moves towards their axe, they’d never raise a hand to her. “Don’t be like this úlfur.”

“Don’t tell me how to be! You’re a liar and a disgrace to your uncle. Perhaps if you’d been any better of a hunter your old love would be standing by your side right now, able to protect you from the edge of my spjót.” She was on the brink of insanity, those years of solitude had taken their toll.

She’d fought in wars with more bloodshed most people would only see in nightmares. All for the sake of being reunited with the person she thought would always come back to her. Yet, they never did. “Freyja has blessed my travels, has Allfather given anything to you?”

“The Allfather guides my travels and blesses me with sight.”

“No your technology aids your sight. Allfather simply watches over you as you stray father from our people.” She snaps back. Skepna snaps his jaws at the increasing tension.

A fight was bound to ensue. No matter how much Bloodhound dreaded it. They did feel guilty, after all they’d spent all these years hoping their past wouldn’t come back. Especially once they made a name for themself in the Games. Y/n was always temperamental. Bloodhound knew that, but all these years away had diminished their ability to calm her temper.

Bloodhound makes no moves. They stand completely still while the woman sizes them up, as if she was trying to see what changed about them after all these years. Hel hath no fury like her. She wasn’t evil, far from it in fact she fought for honor. To honor her people and those who have fallen before her. She assumed that Bloodhound did the same.

“I do not wish to fight úlfur.”

“Stop calling me that! That isn’t my name. It hasn’t been my name in years. And neither is y/n. They are both dead to me. Much like yourself.” It wouldn’t make a difference, they would always be at odds. Bloodhound knew that. They still hoped they could break through to their, friend. Who were they kidding.

She wastes no time to charge forward ready to attack. Leaving Bloodhound no choice they grab their axe and block the attack. “If you don’t want to fight then kill me. Kill me and get it over with Blóðhundur!” She was practically pleading, whining for the release of death. She had come all this way for a reason. To die.

“You’ve gone mad úlfur.” She truly had. She can feel her body growing lighter. She’d been fighting non stop for the past week, and it had taken its heavy toll. Each step sent her muscles into a frenzy while her blood pumped even more oxygen through her body. She couldn’t keep this up.

But she had seen them, finally seen them. Her Bloodhound. Freyja looked down from her realm upon the grieving woman. Not even her gifts would help mend her inconsolable mind. “So what! What do you care? You didn’t care when you left! You didn’t care when I spent all those years waiting for you to come home! You didn’t care when she died!”

Bloodhound tenses. She, she. What had they done. They could see how manic she was, her sanity slipping from her grasp. Even her control over her gifts had been let loose. Her hair raised like hackles and eyes glowing a deep vibrant shade. Her teeth remain bared showing their sharp point.

Y/n moves swiftly and swings her spear forward with her remaining strength. Mystical wisps of color emit from her body that was currently about to give out. Her muscles were beyond torn and battered. Each painful swing put her in more danger. Bloodhound only has to place their axe to her throat and finally end her assault.

There she stays, forced to her knees to kneel before the person she once loved. Her neck stretched and ready to be decapitated. “I don’t want to do this y/n. Please.”

“You have won this battle. Your winning is my life, take it was you please.” She county even get herself to bark back. No more snide remarks left her mouth. Her eyelids flutter shut, dangerously awaiting slumber.

“Helena is dead, isn’t she?”

“Yes.”

Bloodhound sighs. A hearty sigh that carries the weight of the guilt. “When?”

“Last month, but she got sick a few weeks after you left. I tried, asked the gods for help, even begged the Allfather to heal her. I made a deal with Hel, but I would have to slaughter cities in order to cure her sickness. It was new, different than anything the village had seen. She died. And I had to sit and watch my daughter rot away.”

Her daughter. Her miracle from the gods that would always be by her side. How could it have slipped Bloodhound’s mind. The small child would always be caught up in her mothers cloak just basking in the protection she had. Their heart ached. Bloodhound looks back at the beasts who simply watched their mother anxiously.

“She asked for you, every day. Sometimes I think she could even see things I couldn’t. She would tell me stories about our glory days. When we’d go on hunts with Artur long before she was born, maybe he was with her. After all she was so close to the threshold between life and death.”

Y/n was young when Helena was born, but she was still a fully grown woman. She chokes back a sob as her body starts to give out.

“What did she say?”

“She would tell me stories about my coming of age hunt. Or the one where you almost got eaten and Artur had to pry open a beasts mouth just to make sure you didn’t get swallowed whole. Then, she even told me about the day she was born. I asked her how she remember. Helena told me that Artur would tell her about it when he would watch her when we were away.”

Y/n looks down and presses the blade into her skin. “Blóðhundur, why did you leave?”

“I had to y/n.”

“But you didn’t. You knew I still needed you, we still needed you.”

“I would’ve suffered if I had stayed. I have come to terms with my life.”

Bile rises in her throat at their words. Her rage reignited. “Like she suffered all these years? The years she was incapacitated by her illness and wondering why you left?! Like I suffered by watching our daughter wither away into nothing and die right in front of me. And you say I lived reckless. She didn’t get to live at all!”

Their daughter. Bloodhound had failed. They knew that. They shouldn’t have left. Bloodhound had lived two lives, their child had lived none.

“Kill me. Do her what she’s owed and bring her móðir back to her.” Bloodhound makes no such movement. They move their blade away when y/n jumps toward her nails aimed for their throat.

Instinctively Bloodhound tries to push her back, but their nearest free hand resided the blade that would cut clean through her arteries and bone. A satisfying slice followed by the crunch of leaves and bone fill the deafening silence. Then the cry of the wolf.

Bloodhound falls back on their bottom watching her body crumple for the ground and her beasts protecting her corpse. The pup howls out mourningly while she nudges her mother’s warm arm.

Skepna huffs and places his large muzzle on her abdomen. Bloodhound looks at her face, a slight smile gracing her features. Maybe she had seen her daughters face once again. Soon the forest reeked of blood. Her wolf never leaving her side nor allowing Bloodhound to come near. Until it gave up.

She lays down with his tail covering her face and y/n’s arm. She was attempting to keep the warmth that was quickly fading. Bloodhound slowly tries to come near. Skepna makes no moves, both of them were nothing without their mother. She had saved them both from death and tamed them through her own weird intimidation. What a woman.

“It’s okay young ones. I shall take care of you.” The wolf looks up at Bloodhound with the most uncanny eyes. The look makes them almost fall back in alarm. How strikingly similar they look to hers. Bloodhound holds out a palm to the pup for him to sniff. She presses her cold nose into their gloved hand. “Come on Lena.” Both animals rise slowly and look longingly at their mother before following Bloodhound.

Especially the young wolf who’d have to wait to see her mother again. Hopefully she’d be fine without her for a little while longer. Her other parent needed her now.

[hatari-translations]

Do you have a favourite name in Icelandic? Whether it’s because of the meaning, the way it sounds or something else altogether

Hmmmm... As a kid I made a list of my favorite and least favorite names, but my tastes actually tended toward international (especially Biblical) names, for whatever reason. But hmmm... I often like animal-derived names, like Úlfur (wolf), Hrafn (raven) or Arnar (eagle), and those have various derivatives like Eyjólfur, Ingólfur and Arnaldur. I also like some names from Norse mythology, like Óðinn and Loki. Þór I like more as a prefix (Þór- or Þor- is an extremely common prefix for Icelandic names; I have been rereading Njáls saga and every other character has a Þór/Þor name.) For feminine names, I like Hildur (which apparently means battle, though that's not why), which is also a common suffix - Ragnhildur (battle of the gods) is a nice one. I always liked Laufey, which made it quite a revelation when, during intermission at Marvel's first Thor movie, I realized that the name of Loki's jotun father, the 'Lá-fí' I was hearing, was them misinterpreting Laufeyjarson as a patronym instead of a matronym and then pronouncing it in the most nonsensically American way possible. Back to the Norse mythology, Freyja is a nice one.

[seahagart]

Úlfur, Son of Drífa

If you reunite mother and son, you’ll get a 12yr old mama’s boy who flosses for his idle animation and takes care of the camp pets. He’s liddol (compared to mom)

Still working on his design, not sure if I wanna give him white hair like Drífa’s or design his dad….

[rastronomicals]

12:28 AM EST March 3, 2024:

Sólstafir - "Úlfur" From the album   Endless Twilight of Codependent Love (November 6, 2020)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Icelandic post-metal

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[fortunetellersdilettante]

you gon get alllll my love .. no negotiating

SOS, hún er í dulargervi Það er úlfur í dulargervi Að koma út, koma út, koma út Tam stúlka, það er allt sem þú biður mig um Elskan, þetta er ekkert grín, þetta er lycanthropy Tunglið er vakandi núna, með augun galopin Líkami minn þráir, svo gefðu hungruðum að borða Ég hef helgað mig ykkur mánudaga til mánudaga og föstudaga til föstudaga Að fá ekki næga hefnd eða almennilega hvata til að halda mér við það Mér er farið að líða eins og ég sé bara örlítið misnotuð eins og kaffivél á skrifstofu Svo ég ætla að fara eitthvað notalegt til að fá mér elskhuga og segja ykkur allt um það Það er úlfur í skápnum Opnaðu og losaðu það Það er úlfur í skápnum þínum Hleyptu því út, svo það geti andað Situr hinum megin við bar og starir beint á bráð sína Það gengur vel hingað til, hún mun fá sínu framgengt Næturverur eru ekki svo skynsamar Tunglið er kennarinn minn og ég er nemandi hennar Til að finna einhleypu mennina fékk ég á mig sérstaka ratsjá Og neyðarlína slökkviliðsins, ef ég lendi í vandræðum seinna Ekki að leita að sætum litlum dívó

also importance of timing, annnddddd when i want somethi g i want it now or whenever iwant it also, yallssz can fight for and with me i did my time im readyt o relax and let yallssz take charge now and fututree

[phantasmagloria]

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[tarjeismoeworknews]

Short film The Barbra Streisand Effect (Barbara Streisand-effekten), that Tarjei stars in, has been selected for this years Kortfilmfestivalen. The 46th edition of Norwegian Short Film Festival will take place in June(7-11) in Grimstad. 

Information about the movie:

Siblings Sine and Åge are en route to their grandfather’s funeral. A strained conversation in the car escalates into an argument. Sine is adopted from Eritrea, and recently discovered that her grandfather was a Nazi. Why would she say farewell to a man who had wanted her dead?

Director: Úlfur Kjalar Eyjólfsson Writer: Oda Krüger  Cinematographer: Sofie Arnesen Hodne Editor: Jørgen Skogsrud Sound: Haakon Løkka, Yannik Sterner Actors: Evelyn Rasmussen Osazuwa, Tarjei Sandvik Moe Producer: Helene Utheim

Festival website: https://kortfilmfestivalen.no/

Digital tickets can be purchased here: https://kortfilmfestivalen.no/billetter/

[coyoteswitch]

read byf!

hi, i'm úlfur! i'm a 23 y/o trans fag dyke (you can ask for details if you need them ig) switch and this is my nsfw blog.

i'm in a relationship. i like to post pics sometimes just don't be weird to me and we're chill. im not showing my face probably idk

i'm a short, fat, hairy lesbian on testosterone. if that's not what you like then first of all, skill diff, and secondly this probably isn't the blog for you

do not interact if you are:

a bigot obviously, a dd!g/cnc/raceplay/any other sort of fucked up morally questionable kink blog, a minor or don't share your age (i WILL block), a cis man

i will block anyone who makes me feel icky. i personally dislike watersports, scat, gore, anal, & vore. idc if you're into it tho you can still follow

fave kinks: rough sex, breeding/creampies, werewolves babey, praise, dirty/flirty talk, packer/strap play, clothed sex, more i prob forgot

okay thanks that's all ^_^

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