#Hearts of Heimir

[humblemooncat]

Since I have the whole place plotted out for Eros, practically, I decided to make the residents of the Burrows that Eros works with (and probably has a relationship with tbh). Mainly for gpose reasons down the line.

So, I present to you:

The men of The Burrows' gay branch

*Dumps a box of gay bunnies below the cut* Happy Pride!

First off is Kestrel, a Hannish rava who came to the Shroud on business one day, and just never left. A former member of Troupe Falsiam, he decided to break off and settle into the city a while. Ever a wanderer at heart, but considering how many different folk blow through with the wind, he was content with setting roots.

After his final solo performance, Heimir approached him with an offer to join them in his establishment, and he happily agreed.

Next we have Lucius, or Luci for short.

Not much is known about his past, and he prefers it that way. As far as he knows, he was always a resident of the Shroud.

Cloudlike in appearance, and just as soft in personality. He's a cuddler for sure, and delights in any affection he can get. He also tends to follow Yuki around like a lost puppy when he's not seeing a client.

Up next we have Brann; Born and raised in Dalmasca, he took to the ways of the pugilist like a fish to water, developing a distinct tremor sense to make up for his blindness. There he trained and honed his mind and body. That is, until the Imperial occupation.

Forced to flee from home, he spent much time as a wandering bodyguard before he found a home in the Burrows. Here, he laid down his arms and found a bit of rest, though still takes them up for the boys should the need arise. Thus did Heimir name him a bouncer/bodyguard as well.

And then there's Oberon...

You've already met my Void denizen, but to add on to that; Oberon found his way to the Source by way of a natural void gate out in the middle of nowhere. From there he roamed, taking on the visage of a viera after seeing one as his first encounter with a native of the Source.

So long did he wander, that he eventually came upon a settlement in the Shroud, and made his way to the outskirts of Gridania not long after. It was there that Heimir hired him on, and he found it was much easier to exchange aether through sex than to try taking it by force.

Next up is Yuki, a Hingan-born veena who was slated to become a priest, but ran away from his sacred duty to find the quickest boat anywhere else. If the Kami had plans for him, it was not there at that shrine. Why else would they have let his heart leap out of his chest in protest?

And so he took the first boat to Eorzea he could charter, and never looked back.

Then there's my favorite himbo, Jasper.

He is- was an aspiring Black Mage from Tural, but after an accident totally not of his own making he now spends his time lavishly in Eorzea.

If asked about the burns on his leftmost torso and arm, he'll change the subject as fast as possible. Almost as if he's hiding something.

Next we have Kieran, born and raised in the jungle of Golmore, and an ex Warder.

He was exiled one day for reasons he's chosen not to elaborate on, and had to start a whole new life. Thus, he decided to wander as far west as he could, crossing over into Eorzea and on to the Shroud, where he met Heimir and started his life in the Burrows.

And last but not least, the troublemaking fortuneteller, Asra.

Honestly speaking, he's where he's meant to be with the insatiable libido he has...

That said, he started out as an astrologist in Sharlayan, but tucked himself away on the first boat to Eorzea as soon as he realized the city of Knowledge just wasn't his style.

Eventually he made his way to Gridania, and while his fortunetelling gig went okay, it was Heimir approaching him that allowed him to thrive in a place that fully caters to his needs.

Enjoy the overflowing box of new bunnies. I've been meaning to make them for a bit now, since Eros and Heimir aren't the only residents of the place they call home. <3

[leavethemtorot]

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[queerpyracy]

hello I would like to hear about the great and heavenly tree!

I already gave a brief description here but you can have another excerpt! This is where I introduce Heimir.

Their rooms are basic crew accommodations: a room with a bed and all their belongings, and another for washing in. The used water flows into the well system, feeding every plant that composes Árvakr’s living parts, filtering out anything unwanted before the moisture is harvested again from the air. Bryn has studied ships like Árvakr’s Light for what feels like their entire life, and how they make passage through Ginnungagap possible. Ships whose walls are thick with leaves, whose decks hold gardens and fields.

Bryn goes straight to the washbasin, scrubbing their hands with a brush that they hate almost as much as the dirt, its coarse bristles making the space under their nails tingle unpleasantly. Behind them, Heimir stirs from his resting place against the trunk of the axis. “You are back early.”

“Ástra sent me to rest.”

Heimir rises from his seat, the wooden parts of his frame creaking slightly. Bryn had worked with a craftsman to build him, using many of the same principles that starships are built on. There is nothing in Heimir’s form that Bryn can’t replace with materials grown or made on the ship. Even his face, which is so lifelike as to make some on the crew whisper that Bryn had stolen a dead man’s skin for it, is something Bryn can make again.

“What can I do?” he asks.

“Fill the bath, please.” Bryn sets aside the brush to dry their hands and sits down to pull off their shoes.

Heimir unblocks the pipes to fill the bath with cool water and watches Bryn as they undress. “The man who died, was he one that I met?”

“I don’t think so,” Bryn says. “Orvar mostly talked to me in the meal hall.” Bryn didn’t take Heimir into the meal hall because he didn’t eat food, and he made so many people uneasy it was better for him to stay in their quarters when he wasn’t with Bryn.

“How did he die?”

“Elf-shot in his heart,” Bryn says, dropping their clothes into the wash basket. “He’d had it before. This time it was too much.”

[jakeekiss]

My hand keeps slipping and I keep making stuff for #d&d #dungeonsanddragons 

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The Mosley Review: The Northman

Gladiator, Braveheart, 300 and The 13th Warrior are in the pantheon of the greatest sword and shield films. Even if one of them is more stylized than the others, you still get the impact of not only the action, but the eloquence of their storytelling. In every shot you can feel the grit of the sand between your hands and toes, you can feel the sloshy texture of the mud, you can smell the grass and you can taste the blood splatter across the air. Those films have nailed all aspects of placing you in the boots or sandals the character walks in and this film evolves that quality. The amount of attention to detail and mythology behind everything on screen was astounding. I loved that amidst the carnage, their was a heartfelt family drama that had a predictable element, but it quickly goes a direction that was even darker than expected. I loved the character growth and visual storytelling the most. It was uncompromising and pure.

Oscar Novak was excellent as the younger Amleth and he delivers a powerful performance as Amleth witnesses the tragedy that propels his future. Ethan Hawke was excellent as his father King Aurvandill War-Raven. I loved their scenes together and it showcased the traditions of a father teaching his son the ways of becoming a strong man. Alexander Skarsgard was powerful, terrifying and a beast as Amleth grown up. You are with him as his journey for bloody vengeance begins and you thirst for him to succeed. He brings to life a character that is almost beyond humanity and is purely fueled by vengeance. As the film progresses, Alexander brings out the inner goodness of the character as he hunts, but also remembers that he can love as well. Nicole Kidman was outstanding as his mother Queen Gudrún. I loved that there were so many layers to her and a level of fearless passion. Claes Bang was awesome as Fjölnir, brother of King Aurvandill. He goes on a journey of torment and it was great to see him slowly come apart mentally. Willem Dafoe was fun as Heimir the Fool and he commits as you'd expect. Bjork was cool and frightening as Seeress. She may only be in one scene, but man was it mythic and compelling. Anya Taylor-Joy continues to be amazing and as Olga of the Birch Forest, she comes out the gate as one of the most powerful characters. Not because of her sorcery, but because of her will.

The score by composers Robin Carolan and Sebastian Gainsborough was the chef's kiss to the entire film. It is thunderous, powerful, scary and fueled by the Viking spirit. It's beauty knows no bounds and it will fill your heart with pulse pounding adrenaline. Visually this film was one of the most beautiful films I've seen this year so far. From the lushes greens to the warm amber light of the many torches that naturally light the many rooms and woods, it was wondrous to behold. I loved the many ties to Slovik folk lore and tales of Valhalla and how they are visually portrayed. Director Robert Eggers has made yet another masterpiece that is pure of all the standard story tropes and is absolutely an experience that shall not be missed. I loved this film and this definitely my number 1 favorite film of 2022 so far. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Northman (2022)

The Northman sounds like a straightforward revenge story but the simple premise is deceitful. This is an emotionally complex epic of revenge. Marvelously shot, expertly directed and with a first-rate production that completely immerses you into its brutal world, this film is hard to shake.

In AD 895, King Aurvandill (Ethan Hawke) is murdered by his bastard brother Fjölnir (Claes Bang). As young Amleth watches his mother, Queen Gudrún (Nicole Kidman), taken away by his uncle, he swears revenge. Years later, Amleth (Alexander Skarsgård) disguises himself as a slave and infiltrates Fjölnir the Brotherless’ village. With the help of fellow slave Olga of the Birch Forest (Anya Taylor-Joy), he prepares to make the new king pay for what he did.

You can see what I mean when I say this story sounds familiar. Bad uncle steals the throne. Good son goes away, grows up and comes back years later to get it back. In such stories, the hero and the villain are clearly defined. Not so much in The Northman. When we meet Amleth as a man, he and his fellow Vikings attack a village, massacre the few soldiers defending it (we even see Amleth fully embrace his “bear-wolf” identity by biting off chunks of a man’s neck), take some of the men and women as slaves, steal everything there is of value and lock all of the elderly and children in a building before setting it ablaze. They do it all with the same amount of remorse as your average Russian soldier stationed in Ukraine. This is our hero.

What we would call barbarism is normal for this world. All King Aurvandill talked about to his son was his desire to die at the edge of a sword. Only then would he be whisked away by a valkyrie and enter Valhöll (Valhalla)… where he would spend eternity alongside the people who murdered him, since he told Amleth to avenge his death. Not only is it the will of men to slay each other, but it’s also the will of the gods: a prophecy by a Seeress (Björk) leads Amleth to a magical sword and more than once the supernatural intervenes in his favor.

As his retribution draws near, Amleth begins considering the future. His whole life has been about the past, about avenging his father and rescuing his mother. After magically speaking with his old friend (Willem Dafoe as Heimir the Fool), he realizes his victory is a foregone conclusion… but then what? Will he settle down with Olga only to be slain some day by Fjölnir own son, his half-brother? Is he even capable of settling down when he’s spent his entire life cultivating hatred? And then, just when you think that maybe he would be better off just leaving Fjölnir alone… you’re reminded that the current king is just as savage as his nephew. These people deserve each other. Best to just sit back and let their drama play out as intended, which puts you in the same position as Odin and the other gods.

The Northman is relentless and uncompromising. It's a distinct, stylish vision but not because of unnecessary flourished or weird choices. It’s the way writers Sjón & Robert Eggers mix complex themes with mythology that make The Northman feel like something completely new. It ain’t for the faint of heart but that’s exactly what makes it so brilliant. (August 9, 2022)

[garudabluffs]

“Fossora“ by Björk 2022

This title will be released on September 30, 2022.  

In Iceland with the experimental pop icon, digging deep into the triumphs and tragedies that birthed her remarkable new album, Fossora

Editorial Reviews   “each album always starts with a feeling that i try to shape into sound this time around the feeling was landing ( after my last album utopia which was all island in the clouds element air and no bass ) on the earth and digging my feet into the ground it was also woven into how i experienced the "now" this time around 7 billion of us did it together nesting in our homes quarantining being long enough in one place that we shot down roots my new album "fossora" is about that it is a word i made up it is the feminine of fossore ( digger, delver, ditcher ) so in short it means "she who digs" ( into the ground ) so sonically it is about bass , heavy bottom-end , we have 6 bass clarinets and punchy sub i would like to especially thank bergur þórisson and heba kadry side project , el guincho , hamrahlíð choir , soraya nayyar , clarinet sextet murmuri , siggi string quartet ensemble , emilie nicolas , serpentwithfeet viibra and last but not least : sindri and dóa . visuals were made by viðar logi , james merry , m/m , nick knight , andy huang , edda , isshehungry , tomi , sayaka , sunna , sara and heimir and my ever so loyal and magnificent team : derek , rosamary , catherine , chiara , hilma and móa “

Björk: Mother, Daughter, Force of Nature In Iceland with the experimental pop icon, digging deep into the triumphs and tragedies that birthed her remarkable new album, Fossora

“Fossora, the 56-year-old’s fungus-themed 10th album...” & “ At the album’s core are the hymn-like “Sorrowful Soil” and chamber-folk epic “Ancestress,” bold artistic strides that serve as profound tributes to her late mother, the environmental activist Hildur Rúna Hauksdóttir, who died in 2018. They instantly line up alongside the most heart-rending songs of her career. “

“You can brag about being an optimist all day,” she says, but as she got older, Björk admitted she was using her bright outlook to shut down tricky conversations. She confronts this tendency on “Atopos,” Fossora’s riotous opener. “Pursuing the light too hard is a form of hiding,” she sings, contrailing her voice over juddering bass clarinets. “Are these not just excuses to not connect?”

“She believes children can withstand more than their parents tend to think. “If you don’t know something, it becomes this taboo that gets a lot more energy than it actually has. So I’ve tried to share—with limits. I want to take the mystery off some of my choices.”

Björk remains a mother figure to hordes of very online fans, many young and from queer communities. Her fanbase routinely floods her social media posts with toxicity-free hype, exchanging trivia and recirculating YouTube classics like her charming explanation, in the late ’80s, of a TV set’s mysterious workings. Her cross-generational appeal, I suggest, is a rare source of good on the internet.

“I’m really blushing,” she says. “Do you think something of it has to do with the world finally being ready for matriarch music? I was just so happy for Kate Bush to get that international hit, ‘Running Up That Hill.’ I’m not saying we’re going to take over, but I feel like all the hidden matriarchs out there are just crying: Finally, we don’t have to hide.”

https://post-dreifing.bandcamp.com/album/sideproject-live-2020-2021

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Dolo Flicks: The Northman - World-Building and Mythology At Its Finest

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Published: May 10, 2022

Obsession, at times, is a detriment for most people. But, for an artist who makes films, it can be their greatest asset.

Former theatre designer and director Robert Eggers has had a short career, directing and writing two films. 2016s, The Witch was set in the 1600s, and 2019s, The Lighthouse was set in the 1890s. Both movies accentuate great attention to detail in the set design and dialect of English spoken. The tales told in the film aren't true stories, but they keep everything surrounding the story as close to historically accurate as possible.

2022s The Northman is no different in continuing Eggers' prowess of including high production values and direction in telling a story that is entirely in his vision. The film was written by Eggers and Icelandic poet Sjon. The Northman is based on the Viking legend of Amleth and filled with Norse mythology and Viking culture permeating throughout.

The film is a tale of fate and revenge following the character Amleth (Alexander Skarsgard) on his quest for revenge to avenge his slain father, King Aurvandill War-Raven (Ethan Hawke), and mother, Queen Gudrun (Nicole Kidman), after his father is betrayed and killed by his brother Fjolnir The Brotherless (Claes Bang).

The story starts in the year 895 and follows Amleth through his journey that ultimately leads him back to his goal of exacting revenge. After narrowly escaping death after his father is killed, we jump forward in time to Amleth as an adult and a member of a group of Viking Berserkers. One of the film's highlights is its ability to showcase extreme violence without being a bloodbath.

During an invasion of a village by the Berserkers, the film does a one take and follows each part of the pillage, including the taking of children to put them in a longhouse that is set on fire. The camera stays on the structure while it is put ablaze with the screams of those inside focused on for the audience to endure. The Northman doesn't feature gallons of blood, but it isn't for the faint of heart.

From the movie's start, the film calls attention to how spirit animals play a part in Viking culture. Animals, in general, have played a role in all of Eggers' movies. In The Witch, you have the satanic goat, Black Phillip, and the seagulls in The Lighthouse.

In the film's first act, there is a scene with Amleth, King Aurvandille, and Heimir the Fool (Willem Dafoe) where they perform a ritual taping into their animal spirits with psychedelics. Some of the animals referenced throughout the movie are wolves, bears, and birds. Although The Northman wouldn't be described as a horror film, there are horror elements with the inclusion of witches that also bring forth fantasy components.

Eggers tends to bring out the best in his actors as the cast, in general, puts forth stellar performances. Anya Taylor-Joy, who plays the sorceress slave Olga of The Birch Forest, stands out as Amleth's lover, delivering a strong portrayal of a character who is always sure of herself and never the damsel in distress.

The film immerses the audience into the world and slowly builds the story. Amleth doesn't go on an epic journey to finally reach Fjolnir, but instead poses as a slave in Iceland to Fjolnir. He begins to take his first steps of revenge day by day, biding his time.

The storytelling in the film is simple. But it allows each character to have their own complexity to the point that the film could have been developed as a television mini-series with episodes focusing on each character.

As with all of Eggers' films, the visuals are top-notch. The film was shot primarily in Northern Ireland and looks as good as one could imagine. The scenery of the environment surrounding the story only amplifies the tale being told. It further accentuates the historical attention to detail on display.

"We were acting, but the elements of nature were right there," stated Alexander Skarsgard in an interview with Backstage. "When we swim in the ocean, its the real ocean; when we're up on that mountain, it's not a wind machine or a rain machine. As an actor you just have to kind of relate and deal with what's going on around you."

The imagery for some of the film's fantasy elements, such as the Valkyrie charging into Valhalla or Amleth's family tree, are stunning at times. In a movie as visceral as The Northman, the visuals can be as integral to the story as the script. It will be hard to envision another film in 2022 matching the cinematography by Jarin Blaschke from beginning to end.

One of the more frightening and jarring scenes in the film is when Amleth (Alexander Skarsgard) confronts his mother; someone he has vowed to save from what he believes was a dire situation where she was forced to be with his uncle after his father's murder. Amleth's mother, Gudrun, played by Nicole Kidman, shatters his world by revealing that his father wasn't a revered king and that the plot to have him killed was something that she helped initiate. The way Kidman slowly delivers this news to Amleth is nerve-racking and communicates to the audience that, just like our protagonist Viking prince, there are no truly good people in this story.

The film's climax with a battle at the bottom of a volcano is epic and feels like the deserved final battle. Amleth being carried away by a Valkyrie as he enters the gate of Valhalla is a picture-perfect ending for a Viking story.

The Northman is Robert Eggers' most accessible film. It brings together his meticulous detail to every scene allowing the audience to enter the world he has built. With just three films on his resume, Eggers shows his mastery as one of the best filmmakers going today that can give audiences a unique, one-of-a-kind experience.

(Featured Photo: Aidan Monaghan / Courtesy Focus Features)

[sifshoney-notactive]

Prompt: Bjorn being cute with his mum u.u ✨

Flow

When Björn woke up he could feel his mother's hair tickling his nose, while he held her frail body that smelled like lavender. When he was a kid he loved to be held by her, her tickles and every little attention she reserved for him. He remembered her smile, as her hair shined to the sunlight as if it was actual gold.

Björn was a grown man now, and yet sometimes he still slept with his mother, just like he did when he was a little boy, seeking for warmth and love. His mother, by the other hand, didn't age that much, but now her hair shined less, and her face was less serene. For everyone, she was Queen Aslaug, or the shieldmaiden Randalín, and yet in his heart he still remembered as his father called her Kràka. Sometimes, Ragnar still called her like that, teasing her lightly, and Björn smiled because to him those were the best years. He missed Eirek and Agnarr, and now with time he knew avenging them was the right choice, even though he didn't even know what that meant.

He just felt it.

"Good morning, my boy" Aslaug moved, trying not to wake little Sigurd who was sleeping right beside her, now facing her older son.

Björn smiled and kissed her forehead "How did you sleep mother?"

"Very well, I dare say. But I feel your heart and mind are heavy, Björn, what is it?"

He sighed. Sometimes he felt like his mother could read his thoughts, as if she actually knew everything about him and his brothers and there was nothing they could really hide from her.

"It's nothing, mother, I... I guess sometimes I like to dwell in the past, and think of my brothers. All of them" he tried to articulate his feelings, but that answer was empty confronted to his actual feelings. He felt like parts of his heart were missing, and sometimes they bled so profusely that nothing could stop the flow.

"I think about them too. I know. Especially now that your father wants to go to England, I... I fear the outcome of such deed" he felt his mother's voice cracking, to the weight of her own fears. She wasn't crying, he never saw her do that, but he could feel she had strong emotions thinking about Ragnar's sail.

"I understand. Sometimes father gets these rushes to do things, but I wouldn't worry, he will probably forget about it!"

He actually didn't know his father's true intentions, but he was saying the truth. He truly believed his father wouldn't have dwelled too much on that fantasy.

His mother didn't answer, just sighed and looked at him smiling. He soon felt like everything was alright again, as if that smile could have fixed all the wrong things that happened in the world.

"You look much like him" she teased him, and his smile transformed in a light chuckle.

"And your father" he added, and she repeated "And my father".

"Do you remember any of them? Sigurd and Brynhild?" he lied his head on the pillows, curiously looking at her.

"Sometimes I have vague memories of my mother, even of Heimir, but... I don't think I ever met my father or his children. I know Svanhild and Sigurd were alive by the time I met your father, but then they died. I never knew them, but I mourn them nonetheless" she answered, forcing herself to gather all those memories time tried to wash away.

"How was she? Do you look much like her?" he asked again.

"Well, Heimir said I had her beauty, her smile and her eyes. But I have my father's hard traits, his hair and his temper" Aslaug smiled, and he smiled back at her.

"And what do you remember of her?"

Aslaug closed her eyes, and then opened them again "they are vague memories, and maybe they are influenced by Heimir's words, but... I do remember she had blonde hair, and that she used to braid them. I also remember she wore a great belt, and that she was always happy and good to me, but to others she could be very harsh. She had very bright and beautiful jewels, and I loved to play with them".

Björn looked at her, and tried to picture how his grandmother could have looked. Someone like his mother, with gentler traits and a fierce look.

"Do you ever... miss her? Or miss your father?" He dared to ask what he never did, and Aslaug looked at him, as if she was wondering how could she answer to that.

"I... I don't know, actually. I think I do miss her, I can't say much of my father though. And even missing is a daring word, because I spent such little time with her that I don't know if I have any rights to claim I miss her"

Björn was surprised of his mother's honesty, but he couldn't know what it meant for her. Maybe she actually missed them, or maybe she didn't have enough memories to do so. Nonetheless, he thought his mother had every right to miss her parents, knowing them or not, and that she shouldn't have felt the need of any right for doing so.

"And your siblings? Do you wish you could have met them?" he asked again, and she nodded "Sometimes, but I know their mother wouldn't have let me, so I brush away that idea quickly".

"Have you ever met her?"

"Oh yes, I did. But only once, and she was already married to my father".

Björn wondered what it felt for her, to know everything of her parents without actually knowing them. He knew his parents through their words, but she had to rely on the sagas, the skalds and those who knew them when they were alive. She only knew others' perspectives, but never their own.

"I am sure they both look upon you, upon us. They must be proud!" he raised his voice, passionate of the idea of having his grandparents' approval"

"She probably is, you are all proving yourselves worthy of their approval and pride" she nodded at her own words, sure of them. If anyone deserved her parents' pride besides her, it should be her sons.

"I am glad then. To me your judgement is of great value, mother" he said, smiling. There was nothing to him more valuable than his parents' opinion, and everything they said was like gold to him.

"And there is nothing like you and your siblings to me, Björn. Nothing. You are all my little boys and girls, even now that you are men and women!" she smiled back at him, stroking Sigurd's hair.

"I am glad, I too feel like I am a just a boy when I am with you and father. I know Ivar does too, and likes it despite saying the contrary" he giggled.

"Ivar is wise, always remember that. You are the warrior and he is the mind, you should always stick together and good things will come out of such union!" Aslaug reminded him seriously, with the love of a mother in her voice. She was always concerned, and always reminded them to never leave the other's side. Especially after Rognvald's death.

"We always stick together, mother, I promise. We all do".

He was sure of that. He would have never, not even a spell would have made him leave his brothers' sides. There was nothing on earth that could take him away from them, or make him disrespect Ivar.

"That is good, Björn, the Gods will smile upon you all, and I want you to embrace the glory together. Me and your father love you, remember that always"

"You never fail to remind us, mother" he answered, and his heart felt lighter than a feather. With his parents he felt free, even more than he felt in the battlefield.

"It's time for me to rest again, Björn, but you should go and wake up your brothers. I will stay here with Sigurd and then we will join you all. Take care, my boy", she kissed his hand and forehead, and then he got up.

"I will, mother" he smiled again and kissed her forehead back, leaving right after the room. His heart was healed, and the blood was still. He felt happy.

tagging: @whenimaunicorn @therealcalicali @ceridwenofwales (whoever wants to be tagged can ask, of course no pressure! ^^

I will soon get done with all the writing I have in store!)

[nimblermortal]

...This seems the worst to me, that we should part, Sigurd and the lord, with things so. Tell me the path - it is all laid out before you - Famed uncle, if you will.

Now I will tell you truly The prince has forced me to this... You will know this to be no lie: One day, death is destined for you.

I do not want the wrath of the mighty king! I’d rather, uncle, have good advice. Now I will know for sure, albeit understandable: What has been seen ahead for Sigurd?

There is a lady at Heimir’s, fair to behold: Warriors call her Brynhild, The daughter of Budli, though the bold king, Heimir, is raising that harsh-hearted girl.

What is it to me, though the girl be Fair to behold, raised at Heimir’s? You should speak plainly, Gripir, Since you see all fate lying ahead.

You will be robbed of all delight By Heimir’s fosterling, fair to behold. You will be deprived of sleep and peace, Care for nothing else, except for that girl.

What is there of comfort to Sigurd! Say, Gripir, if you seem to see - Shall I buy that girl with a bride-price, The fair daughter of the lord?

The two of you will make oaths Most firmly, though - few you shall keep. When you've been Gjuki’s guest for a single night You will forget Heimir’s wise fosterling.

[unholyforged]

⤻   *       IIIIIIIIIIT’S EDIE !!!! :   back at it again   &   here to introduce you to my lil #irishaccentaf , #vsmol , #butvstrong , HENRIETTA FIGG !!!!!!!    

unlike my intros for siri sadboi black & frankleface longbooty , this intro post will ( hopefully ) not be , like , 1000000000000 words long b/c ,,,,,,,,,, like ,,,,,,,,,, i’m trying to turn over a new leaf ?? and am tryna live a life where i don’t spend 30 days and 30 nights pouring out my heart and soul into my muses backstories whilst crying into a pack of tim tams ??  :’) ajisodjeiowoew . so ANYWAY , without further ado , here’s the loml , henri ♡♡♡

** TRIGGERS : death , religious extremism , physical and emotional abuse .

—— MOBILE VIEW FOR EASIER READING !

⤻   *       APPLICATION   —— !

* ╰    ( KANG MINA )┋have you met ( HENRIETTA FIGG  ) ? ( she ) reminds me of ( holy water and incense ; a girl nailed to a burning crucifix . sorrow burdened , unholy forged —— magic mistaken for sin . could you speak through embraces rather than speaking with words ? it’s easier for her to understand the language of touch . there are brutal fists and the bloom of black bruises , she dreams of liberation ; she can find it if she chooses . so defying god , she closes her eyes , and with broken bones she refuses to cry —— she is divinity unto her own sacred self ; a girl reborn , all evil repelled . she dwells in that hazy in-between world which sits some place between where she’s escaped from , and who she’s yet to become —— an angel that fell , her tears are undone , she’s not holy , she’s no one ). a ( nineteen ) year old ( ninth ) year ( slytherin ), the ( unholy ) is known to be ( + adroit & + compassionate ), yet ( — feckless & — impervious ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( wizarding law ). rumour has it, ( henri ) is siding with ( the order ) in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon. ( admin edie, 22, aedt, she/her )

⤻   *       THE BAD BEGINNING  ——   !!

YEAH , SO , HENRI !!!!!!!!

was born with the name delilah healy .

v religious parents

v religious upbringing

HAD a lot of faith in GOD before THINGS happened

“ what things though , edie ???? ” you may ask

VERY GOOD QUESTION. A++++ , my loves

my cupcakes , i shall tell you :~)

delilah grew up in the irish countryside . devout catholics , delilah’s parents had moved to ireland from korea when they were newlyweds , having heard of the large catholic population there . upon arrival , they changed their korean surname of ‘ hwang ’ to the irish surname of ‘ healy ’ ; the name change helping them feel more a part of the irish catholic church community . 

when delilah was a little bub , her parents just thought that she was the most perfect thing in the world ! with silken black hair & bright brown eyes eyes , delilah seemed like god’s gift to the healy’s , tbh .

delilah ( let’s just call her delilah until we get to why she changed her name to henrietta !!!!! ) was practically christined AS SOON AS her umbilical cord was cut tbh . all like *pops out into the world* *has umbilical cord cut* *CHRISTENED* !!!!

“ what a holy child !!!!!! an angel !!!!!!!! ” —— everyone would say this to the healy’s , and the healy’s were like HECK YA our angel faced cute patootie is the gr8est !

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and then , one day , STRANGE THINGS started happening .

only three years of age , flowers would BLOOM beneath delilah’s feet during moments of happiness , while during moments of distress , melancholy & anger , the ground stirred and shifted where she stood , as if it were about to SWALLOW HER WHOLE. 

“ WOAH , DEVIL CHILD , OUR CHILD HAS THE DEVIL IN HER !!! ” —— the healy’s . smh . 

a man who belonged deeply & FIRSTLY to god, his OWN SELF SECOND, and his WIFE AND CHILD THIRD , these mystical ( MAGICAL —— but normal WIZARDING WORLD ) happenings were painted by delilah’s father as evidence of his daughter’s DEMONIC POSSESSION . with misguided love & brutal hands , delilah’s father fully intended to cleanse delilah of the devil’s influence .

^ mr. healy began to beat delilah every time somethingmagical strange would happen

for a small while ???? this actually seemed ???? to solve everything ????? :( 

a religious girl herself , delilah believed that the magic , the BEATINGS , and MISERY that had consumed her life were all part of some GRAND TEST . all she needed to do , SHE KNEW , was PROVE HER FAITH IN GOD & SHOW that she was worthy , strong and true , and her hardships would be over . GOD would reward delilah for her love and devotion with kindness and fortune,  and everything would be fine in the end .

with this belief in mind , delilah ENDURED ALL OF HER FATHER’S BRUTALITIES for years —— she BELIEVED that she deserved the tattooed bruises of deep purple and blue that covered every inch her soft skin , and she spent day after day crying in the darkest corners of her room —— scarcely even daring to believe that she was even deserving of being touched by the rays of sunlight that crept in through her cracked bedroom window . SHE WAS WRONG , SHE WAS IMPURE , SHE WAS UNHOLY .

until one day around the age of 8 delilah turned around and was like “ NOT TODAY SATAN ” @ mr. healy :o & after a particularly harrowing beating , delilah decided to fight back . 

DELILAH WASN’T IN CONTROL as the furniture began to hover above ground , kitchen knives and chairs and cupboards levitating in an unnatural manner that foretold the DISASTER about to unfurl . as delilah let a wail rip through the air ( girl broken , girl afraid ) , a cupboard SLAMMED mr . healy to the wall —— CRUSHING & SWIFT . after a moment of pure terror ; the world grew SILENT once more . wood splintering , knives clattering to the floor , dust settling , and delilah held her father’s lifeless body in her arms until strange people called aurors showed up , obliviating her mother , and escorting delilah out from the premises .

six months after the incident, the wizengamot try delilah’s hearing . ultimately, the verdict was that delilah had killed her father ( unintentionally , through a burst of uncontrolled , pre-adolescent magic ) in self-defence —— an event that was built up over a lifetime of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of a cruel muggle mother and father . rather than being locked up , delilah was sent to a rehabilitative ward at st. mungo’s to receive physical treatments from healers , as well as emotional counselling . 

it is at st. mungo’s that delilah meets a healer by the name of fenella figg —— and , after establishing a relationship of trust and friendship , fenella and her husband ( ernest ) decide to adopt delilah into their family . 

⤻   *       SHE DEFIES GOD  ——   !!

the figg household is the exact opposite of the healy household ; filled with strange but affectionate creatures called kneazles , filled with magic and pumpkin pasties , and filled with love for the sake of people , not for the sake of god . best of all , the figg household isn’t lonely —— for more than finding the love of two new parents , delilah also finds the love of a sister , five years older than her : arabella figg . 

in the busy figg household , crowded with commotion , kneazles , and love , delilah finds the strength to defy god , and believe in herself instead . as a promise to herself ( a promise of never faltering again , and never fearing again ) , the girl changes her name to HENRIETTA ( derived from heimiric —— meaning home & power ) —— leaving delilah in her past with her fears & scars . 

⤻   *       LIL TIDBITS   ——   !!

cool cool cool , TOIT !!! 

so henri is a pretty sweet chick 

she’s very capable

exceedingly kind

but pretty sharp most of the time

she will hex u real good if you’re mean

* mushu vc * she’ll hex u , she’ll hex ur cow , she’ll hex ur whole family 

dw tho , she will hex her own housemates when they’re being asses too ( and NOT TO STEREOTYPE OR ANYTHING , but being in slytherin , there are ,,, a LOT ,,, of assholes in her house )

equal opportunity amirite ?? 

henri loves : quidditch ( is slytherin team’s keeper ) , duelling , kneazles , cats, owls, rats, dogs , dragons , octopi , pandas , unicorns , elephants , tigers , chickens , ANIMALS !!!!!!!!!!! , people are okay too ......  !!!!!!!!!! , firewhiskey , bonfires , fireplaces , the colour red ( shoulda been a gryffindor , sorting hat wyd ??? ) , muggle films , kidding around with arabella , hanging out with arabella , arabella (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ , watching the sunset , watching the sunrise , hexing nasty ppl , healing kind ppl , knitting , speaking her mind , starting fights , winning fights , watching the stars at night , her family & those that she holds dear .

henri abhors : clichés, norms, being painted as a damsel in distress , the patriarchy, blood supremacy / and its gross supremacists , people telling her what to do , organised religion , dark magic , tuesdays , arithmancy , losing , being wrong , being woken up , lukewarm baths , peeves , bullies , food that’s gone cold , when it’s cold but not cold enough to snow , when her owl doesn’t come back to the owlery by nightfall , hard beds , disco , condescension , malice & the ones she cares about being hurt .

henri eats a lot . food is her friend . yorkshire puddings are yummo & they are her fave [ assorted devouring sounds ] . she’s also one helluva cook :~)))))))))))) 

henri has no chill when it comes to her values i.e. fighting against blood supremacists , fighting for gender equality , fighting for equal rights for centaurs ..... EQUALITY THINGS IN GENERAL !!!!!!!! -— henri has a teeny tiny short fuse when issues of equality are concerned & she is always ready to smite any sonuvabeech who crosses her on these issues . she’s also pretty aggro on the quidditch field yo’ . that’s the unholy 4 u .

my babe can drink more firewhiskey than the whole student body at hogwarts combined , but she never gets drunk . she has the alcohol tolerance of a large blue whale tbH ???? she’s the #mumfriend at parties because she’s the only one sober enough to be .

henri honestly really kind when she lets herself be ????? she finds happiness in watching the stars , in flying , in climbing trees and caring for others —— she finds knitting , and cleaning cathartic , and wants nothing more than to lie down in bed for the rest of her life , surrounded by fluffy duvets and warmth :~))))) however , amidst trying to escape from the clutches of her past , make headway as slytherin keeper in a sport that’s still predominantly played and spectated by men , and trying to come to terms with the fact that there’s a very real war on the horizon , henri hasn’t been left with much room for softness . she is , though —— ... she has the softest of hearts , which is exactly why she needs to make sure her exterior is impenetrable . 

OKAY I LIED THIS GOT P LONG BUT PLS COME LOVE MY BABE HENRIETTA !!!!!! :~)

[grandhotelabyss]

The Northman, Robert Eggers’s ostensible rebarbarization of Hamlet, just proves G. Wilson Knight correct in his great essay on the Shakespearean tragedy, “The Embassy of Death”: if we detach ourselves from the rhetorical charisma with which Shakespeare invests his tragic hero, we will easily see that the usurped prince is the villain of the piece, a pestilential visitor of doom upon a civilized court all the better for having dispatched his warlike father.

In The Northman, the almost campily willful Gudrun tries to explain Knight’s argument to her son Amleth—the anti-charismatic and anti-intellectual black hole around which Eggers’s film spins—but he doesn’t let her testimony deflect him from his destiny. That she was a slave and he the product of his father’s rape can’t alter the cosmic legitimacy of his lineage, a vision of the arborescent royal line vouchsafed to him in childhood by the jester-seer Heimir. (Again contrast Hamlet: try to imagine him caring about progeny. He can’t even stop himself from driving his girlfriend to suicide after having possibly impregnated her—though this, admittedly, is only my own “fan theory” of Ophelia’s madness.) 

Amleth, anyway, improves upon his father: to voyage to Iceland to attain his revenge, he makes himself a slave, and attracts a fellow-slave to him on his own merits to mother his contribution to the family line. With this Olga, a Slavic earth-mother witch-woman, he even has a somewhat anachronistic and therapeutic heart-to-heart about his problems getting close to people, therefore representing an advance in consciousness, if not to Hamlet levels of self-awareness. 

Ostensibly, this hint of improvement is the limit of progress beyond which the film won’t venture, however. The vengeful ex-slave and rape victim Gudrun’s rather “modern” voluntary amative alliance with her bastard brother-in-law Fjölnir—a figure of greater charisma and inwardness than his usurped nephew—must die at Amleth’s hands and at the Gates of Hel for the rightful line to be restored. The critics who have labeled the film “reactionary” are correct to that extent. 

But the fated, fatal plot per se provides no real pleasure, and the hero, as I’ve said, is a blank, a brooding meathead. All our interest is in the landscapes—and the women: not only the seductive Gudrun or the sensitive Olga, but also Björk’s beautifully nightmarish blind priestess and the Valkyrie whose flight screams, rather than sings, our unsweet prince to his rest. Eggers’s filmography so far has been warily worshipful (sometimes in horror’s guise) of the feminine divine, the chthonic nature goddesses, and here they encompass the whole masculine tragedy. That Amleth makes his compact with these bubbles of earth—and honorably, without guile, force, or treachery—fits him to be our hero.

Whatever all this has to do with Eggers’s literary sources will have to await a more informed observer than me. I read as much Saxo Grammaticus as was excerpted in the Norton Critical Edition of Hamlet; I also read one Icelandic saga, Egil’s as I recall, about 20 years ago, but it made little impression, and I even remember thinking that despite the protestations of luminaries from W. H. Auden to Seamus Heaney to Milan Kundera, the sagas just didn’t seem (to me) as compelling, as archetypal and richly envisioned, as Homer and the Bible. But maybe I was wrong. (The Nordic fascist or white nationalist type will see this, I’m sure, as some kind of Mediterranean-Latin-crypto-Semitic “racial” bias on my part.) A decade ago, I even read one novel by Eggers’s co-writer Sjón, The Blue Fox, but I thought its fabulist tone was too cute. A filmmaker, anyway, has no right to hurl a syllabus at us; the images and the drama either have oneiric authority or they don’t. The Northman’s mostly do. 

[seeressoffates-blog]

• • •   LiLY  Aslaug / R A N D A L i N  (   assassin   )

     After being shoved into a harp and having to live in it for quite some time, the poor girl has lived a tiresome constraint life. However with the blessings of ODIN her GRANPAPPY. He has gifted her the art of turning into a Valkyrie and saving the world with her                                        MAGiCAL GiRL LOVE FOR EVERYONE !!!!      OOC standpoint; its a crack and fun play on Aslaug. I thought itd’ be funny to make assassin aslaug who because she is stuck in a harp a lot. Is an assassin, originally she’d trip and the harp would smack u and do damage. Most of her skills being just joke ones where she crys, or stares you down, etc. And you dont wanna fight this 10 year old girl because shes a kid. But then I thought about how I wanted a magical girl OC and thought GOSH DARN iT IMMMA HAVE MY MAGiCAL GiRL OC!! So here she is:        The story is, as Heimir who was traveling with Aslaug ends up meeting Odin. Heimir pleads with Odin to take Aslaug with him however instead Odin tasked her with a small simple job of inspiring the hearts of men and women, so he could perhaps one day pluck more salvageable souls into his halls. Of course every person who would enter the halls of Valhalla must prove their worth!! What some thought was one way, was actually another, Heimir suddenly ends up becoming the Harp ( PENDING REASON ) Aslaug gets hidden in and Aslaug retains a new power to temporary turn into a ‘Magical Girl.’ She goes around with her Uncle Heimir trying to inspire and rally others as well as fend off evils such as beasts. Monsters. Evil mages trying to manipulate villages. And a whole!! Catastrophe of things. Including the death of Heimir and her losing all of her abilities, memories, and worth as a magical Valkyrie girl. Soon becoming Kraka after that.       Heimir is summoned with her and often times when Aslaug is being bad. Goes for time out inside of him which is weird to say and i hate saying it. BUT LITERALLY canon. Heimir... Harpir is her side kick like most magical girls have. He can change his side from small to big. • • • S k i l l s

tba.        • • • Passive s k i l l s    Presence concealment  A    Having spent her life hiding her true lineage, the truth of her existence still remains a questionable instance as a servant.    Divinity C     Being Brynhildr’s Child and part of Odin’s lineage she is blessed with a strange collection of luck. Or Blessings as you will.     Animal Dialogue E      Perhaps it is a passed down trait however, she can speak with birds much like her father could. It is E because it is specially only one type of animal. • • • Noble P H A N T A S M            She turns into a magical girl Valkyrie with Heimir the Harp as her weapon. And attacks you some how i havent though tthat far leave mealone dfgsdfg.

[jakeekiss]

Another player portrait for my #dungeonsanddragons #tabletop #fantasy #ttrpg#rpg campaign. This time a #dragonborn

[cxtharina]

Name: Catharina Heimirsson

Age: 33 (1200)

Species: Vampire

Occupation: Programmer

Length Of Time In Hollow Grove: Arrived in mid August, 2018

Faceclaim: Katheryn Winnick

↳ BIOGRAPHY

Born into a viking clan in the 8th century, Catharina always stuck out in the crowd. In her time, the men went off to war to claim new lands while the women stayed home and ruled over more domestic pursuits. Catharina hadn't had much interest in this lifestyle and rather chose to spend her time acting as a viking son throughout her childhood. Her father supported this endeavor, always finding a sense of pride and entertainment at his youngest daughters guts. She would practice archery and battle tactics with her brothers and their friends, and overtime grew quite proficient in the art. Her father had once been the greatest warrior of their clan. He led many battles in his time and was celebrated as a hero upon homecoming. Catharina always looked up to him and wanted to mirror his example, even if she was just a girl.

In her early teens she chopped off her hair one day to disguise herself as a man and boarded a ship to join in on a battle. She kept her identity well hidden, few would guess her to be a woman at the time, she donned herself in armor and grew dirty as all the other viking men did over the trip.

Her father had already retired and was worried sick when she was nowhere to be found. It was months before she returned home, and to his surprise, she was unharmed. No major injuries, just a fire in her eyes like the one he would return with after a successful voyage. Regardless of how he once humored her ambitions, her actually going off with the men to fight had crossed a line, and he decided it was well time to find her a suitor and get her to settle down.

Being the high status he was, he struck a deal with Nichlaes, son of Heimir to marry his beloved daughter. Nichlaes and Catharina both agreed to the arrangement. Catharina had known Nichlaes and quite respected him, especially after fighting alongside him on the battlefield. Nichlaes was their clans strongest warrior and had surpassed her father upon his retirement, so it was a smart arrangement, and Catharina felt a sense of pride being both the daughter of the clans once strongest man, and now the wife of the current one.

Of course, Catharina was never a docile woman and certainly not a woman Nichlaes could ever hope would act feminine and obedient of him. She could occasionally be a source of embarrassment to him, due to rarely ever listening to what he asked of her and rather arguing with him and working her way under his skin. She didn't care who was watching when she did it either. If she couldn't fight like a man she would fight like a woman, with her husband. This caused bickering almost constantly when he was home, although even though they didn't seem to get along ever, they did still hold one another in respect and never got physical with one another. Throughout their marriage, Catharina and Nichlaes had six children together, which was what Catharina needed to find meaning somewhere other than on a battlefield.

Sure, she still fantasized the notion of being a warrior, but with children she could never bring herself to leave them. She loved their kids to her very core and devoted herself entirely to raising them. Although she still had a soul full of fire, many could see how she calmed during her motherhood. Still, she would never be the domestic wives poster child, but she was happy.

That is, until a cruel turn of fate. Her husband had died during a lost battle and never returned home, which despite the constant fighting and what might look to some as hatred, she did care for him, and deep down, perhaps even love him. It was hard for both herself and their children but they continued on with their lives. Catharina kept her head held high and never remarried. She had her hands full enough with six children.

Sadly, even her life of motherhood couldn't be preserved. During a harsh winter, their clan was attacked during one of their travels. Nearly all of them were killed, she saw her peoples bodies drop like never before. It was the first time she experienced terror of such a magnitude, all she could think was that she had to protect her family. Only, she couldn't. She was attacked from behind with teeth sinking into her neck, and she fought with all her strength and might to get away, losing sight of her children during the altercation. She refused to die there and threw all she had at the beast that ravaged her. She had dropped her weapon but with the mans hand over her face, she bit back, all while screaming and writhing weakly beneath him, It was that desperate act that left her undead. She lost consciousness soon after and her heart stopped beating. She doesn't know how long she was out but when she woke, she found herself in a field of dead bodies, with their attackers among them still.

She managed to escape, however; she had developed a thirst for blood. She made her first kill that night and immediately after, began searching for her children. First she checked the bodies that were piled around once the offenders had left, only to find they had perished. Her second eldest son's body, however; was nowhere to be found. She was heartbroken and felt guilt of such a magnitude she didn't know how to cope. She wanted to find her only living child, but at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to. She had become a monster, and the grief was too overpowering for her to handle. So she made it go away. She turned her humanity off and ripped through towns and cities during the dead of night for centuries.

She had turned her humanity back on twice during her twelve hundred years, only to meet with her guilt once more and abandon it all over again. She decided all she could do was hunt and educate herself as the world was changing. She cycled through various professions, even served in several wars once women were allowed in the military. She'd been a soldier, a professor, a doctor, a chemist, an engineer, and finally she was a programmer. Catharina had always been highly intelligent and grew her knowledge as the world grew its. She just didn't stay in any one place for long, which was why programming was so fitting. She could do freelance and never be seen by her employers with remote jobs.

Still lost to her humanity, she decided to move to Hollow Grove. It sounded like a convenient place that she could remain for a while, being tired of the constant up and moving to maintain her secret. She'll still leave town and rip through nearby areas, always leaving behind a mess of corpses in her wake. She's terrified of her humanity and until she doesn't see it as bringing her nothing but pain, she'll continue living without it.

↳ PERSONALITY

Catharina is a very strong woman. She was a feminist before there was a movement for it, and prided herself on being able to keep up with the boys. She's a fierce warrior at heart with a dauntless streak of impulsiveness and bravery. Her feisty nature also leads her into quite a lot of trouble, she can be quite ruthless and harsh with her words, seemingly without a care for where they pierce someone.

Her finest attribute before her turn was certainly her devotion to her children. She was soft towards them like nobody, including her husband, had ever seen from her. She was fiercely protective and would kill anyone that threatened to harm them.

After she turned, her demeanor changed a great deal. She became overpowered by guilt that she couldn't protect her children as well as shame at the monster she became. She turned her humanity off and became more ruthless and careless than ever before. Nothing could reach her and so she became a cold blooded ripper. Her only sense was in maintaining a career, because humanity or not, Catharina's curiousity and ambition was never lost on her. It was inherent to who she was, both human and vampire. She used her cold and emotionless heart to go to war, discover, and take part in human advancement - All while mercilessly killing them the next minute.

[investmart007]

ROSTOV-ON-DON, Russia | Seeing red: Iceland promises Croatia grueling group finish

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ROSTOV-ON-DON, Russia | Seeing red: Iceland promises Croatia grueling group finish

ROSTOV-ON-DON, Russia (AP) — Iceland defender Kari Arnason isn’t afraid to see red if it means stopping one of the World Cup’s most creative sides when it takes on Croatia on Tuesday.

Both teams have a history of sending offs when they meet, with three red cards handed out in their last four matches.

Arnason sees Croatia as one of teams that could win the tournament, but the central defender’s teammates aren’t giving them a free ride and are promising grueling physical challenges. With the Croats already qualified, Iceland must win their final Group D game in Rostov-on-Don, while keeping fingers crossed that Nigeria can’t inflict another defeat on Argentina.

Arnason, in fact, is taking inspiration from the spiky nature of Iceland-Croatia encounters.

“In those kind of games, players push themselves to the limit, and sometimes they go over the line,” Arnason said before the team headed to southern Russia. “A red card was shown to one of our players in those matches. We’re more than ready to take another one if it would help our team.”

Arnason he thought it was unlikely Argentina would finish their three group matches without victory, but took little comfort in the prospect of Croatia coach Zlatko Dalic resting core players to avoid suspensions and fatigue.

“Their starting 11 is incredible really,” he said. “There’s talk about them resting players, but it doesn’t really affect them so much since they’ve got very good quality on the bench as well so I can’t see it affecting their game at all. We’ll have to play a very good game to stand a chance.”

With many of the traditional favorites struggling, Croatia has emerged as a standout in Russia, thrashing Argentina 3-0 and defeating the Nigeria 2-0.

Croatian goalkeeper Lovre Kalinic ruled out sitting back on Tuesday. “Honestly, we want to win in every game,” he said “No matter who is playing, no matter who is in the first 11, or not, we will try to continue and get three points.”

In their six encounters, Croatia has won four times, lost once and drawn once.

Iceland is the nation with the smallest population ever to qualify for a World Cup, with some 350,000 inhabitants, but it stunned two-time champion Argentina in its opening match with a 1-1 draw thanks to Alfred Finnbogason’s equalizer. The team, known to Icelanders simply as “Our Boys,” lost the second match 2-0 to an irrepressible Nigeria.

Coach Heimir Hallgrimsson said players took heart from having beaten Croatia at home in qualifying.

“We know the scenario when we play Croatia: It’s going to be a really tough game,” he said. “We’ve often said we’re like a married couple. We’re trying to get divorced, but we always meet up again.”

By DEREK GATOPOULOS , By Associated Press ___