#bjarki

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photo by Bjarki

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[number3-design]

DIFFERANCE ENGINE - @differance.engine Bjarki x Thomas Harrington Rawle x Number 3 Logo + Logotype Design by @number3__ @bjarki.asd and @thomasharringtonrawle  have started a record label. Called Differance Engine, the first release and video are out now. Read all about it on @factmag  Lots of things on the way in 2023 #Bjarki   #ThomasHarringtonRawle   #bbbbbbrecors #Logo   #LogoDesign   #Typography   #PaulNicholson   #Number3   https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmg-DZyobtY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lazytownpoint]

IceLand ELekTroNiQue!

Enjoy the sounds of Icelandic electro musik with dazzling scenes of the countryside [Radio Promo by LazyTown Writer Mark Valenti], as broadcast on SlackRadio.org! ->

[muchpreferredcustomers]

Bjarki - Rave Daddy

[thalassic-p4rk]

some frames from a lil bjarki storyboard thing i just noticed has a bunch of mistakes so i wont post the full thing rn but here’s some silly eeeeeeeee

bjarki is so adorable i love them so so much omfg they’re so damn PRECIOUS

LOOK AT THEM *shakes u*

[peacesmith]

welcome Bjarki Andersson (Kendrick’s boyfriend) as an official part of THE SPIRIT KIDS lore 🙌

[sanguine-arena]

scrap; misc drabbles #2

desc: during a game against the Alekov Valiant, young hotheaded Neon Knights defenseman Antonio Agnello decides he has to stand up for his goalie. despite swearing that he saw the Valiant’s player run their goalie over, Antonio’s defense partner, Bjarki, separates him from the opposing player in an attempt to calm him down from what seems to be one of his common overreactions.

cw: very mild violence mention, lots of swearing

wc: 1,266

tags: @thetruearchmagos , @hottubraccoon , @elijahrichardwrites , @jezifster , @isherwoodj (dm me if you want to be added/removed)

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“Hey, hey, hey, hey-!” 

Antonio ignored the sound of Bjarki’s calls for him or didn’t hear them at all as he took off full speed towards one of the opposing Valiant skaters. He was honed in on the much larger forward, dead set on persecuting him for the crime of taking a run at their goalie after the whistle. His strides were short but powerful nonetheless, ice easily spraying up behind him with every crank he made into it. 

He didn’t take much longer to finally catch up with him, and wasted no time throwing a crosscheck into the number eight plastered on the back of his jersey. The much taller blond stumbled from the shock, not expecting the attack even a little bit- he regained his footing and turned around, his green eyes expressing confusion more than anger.

“Hey man, what the fuck? What’s your fuckin’ problem-?” “You know what you did!” Antonio snapped at him, his voice cracking towards the end. He looked up at the other, who was easily a foot taller than him, though that wasn’t a situation Antonio could say he’d never been in before. “You don’t run our fucking goalie like that! Got it?”

Antonio’s blood boiled when he laughed in his face instead of being angry back at him. 

“Yeah, okay,” the other said, dismissing him altogether. “Whatever you say, kid.” “Hey! Ant, get over here-” Antonio ignored Bjarki’s calls for him once more, two handing his opponent once more before throwing his stick aside entirely. He threw it and his gloves off in one fluid motion that could only signify this wasn’t the first time he’d done this. He snagged the blond’s jersey in one fist as the taller of the two faltered again, and he pulled down on it with a certain ferocity the other couldn’t say he’d ever seen before. He stumbled over himself once more, and Antonio finally took the opportunity to pounce on him like a cat to a mouse.

The two slammed down to the ice moments later, and Antonio started slamming a flurry of punches into the other’s face. He kept going, even as the other squirmed and tried to fight back without much luck. He managed to crack Antonio in the jaw once in what seemed like pure luck, though it didn’t seem to phase the smaller of the two for too long as he continued wailing on him immediately after he’d popped it back into place enough to relieve the pain for now. He kept going even as bruises began to set in on the other’s face, and the bones in his nose started to crack and shift by themselves. 

Whistles from the referees were starting to blare throughout the rink, the sound of them skating over becoming more obvious. Bjarki soon caught up to the fight, as well, and Antonio felt him tugging on the back of his jersey. The first and more gentle of the attempts didn’t get the message to stop through to him, and as such Bjarki was forced to use all of the strength that came with standing at a massive six foot eight to forcefully pull him off of the Valiant skater by his jersey’s collar. He effectively scruffed Antonio off of the other, skating away from the scene with him while the much smaller of the pair furiously squirmed and tried to kick himself away from him.

“What the fuck? I was teaching that guy a fucking lesson-” Antonio said, his tone almost an exasperated shriek as he did. “I was kicking his ass-” The officials helped the Valiant skater up and away from where he’d been attacked, escorting him to his team’s bench while Bjarki tried to reign his defense partner in a bit more. Antonio soon kicked himself free, though Bjarki would never tell him that he’d partly let him go anyway. He put himself between Antonio and any open ice that could’ve led to the Valiant bench, who were all certainly looking on to the scene that Antonio was making right about now. 

“What the fuck did you do that for?” Antonio shouted up at him, even giving Bjarki as hard of a shove as he could manage in hopes of riling him up, as well.

Bjarki, eternally unfazeable, sighed softly and looked down at him with what could only be explained as half disappointment and half pity.

“He didn’t even do that on purpose.” “You don’t fucking know that-” Antonio continued his tirade, shoving him again and even teetering on the edge of angry tears. “Didn’t you see what he did? Do you even fucking pay attention?”

“Ant.” Bjarki’s tone was stern, but quiet, and he let himself skate back a couple more inches to give himself more of a buffer. “Calm down. Now. He didn’t run him on purpose.” “I- You’re so fucking stupid! You don’t ever pay attention-” Antonio stumbled over his words, shaking his head frantically to get the tears to stay in his eyes. His thoughts ran at a thousand miles an hour now, and getting anything out coherently seemed impossible. “You don’t ever want to fucking stand up for anyone! You never want to be there for us!” Bjarki couldn’t help but flinch at the accusation, but tightened his jaw and took a deep breath before he responded.

“Ant. Listen to me.” he kept the stern tone, and Antonio could feel how hard he was being stared down right now. “You need to learn to control yourself. You’re a solid defenseman, but you get so riled up and so in your head, and-” “Don’t talk down to me like that!” Antonio’s anger started to falter a bit now, and his hands shook under his gloves. His breaths grew uneven, and he could only hope that Bjarki couldn’t tell. “At least I give a shit about this team! At least one of us is going to stand up for our guys! What are you going to do?”

Antonio’s rage had completely fallen off by his last question, and soon the tears started to pour out of him. He instantly turned his gaze down to his skates, and his shaky breathing was more obvious than he’d ever wanted it to be. Bjarki soon skated closer to him, hesitating before going to wrap an arm around him in an attempt to comfort him now.

“Hey, Ant- let’s go sit, okay? It’s alright, you’re al-” 

“Don’t- don’t fucking touch me.” Antonio pushed him away, and soon skated away from him entirely, only to skate towards the Neon Knights’ bench instead of towards the other bench to restart the fight. He didn’t go to restart the fight, like Bjarki had seen him do easily a thousand times before tonight and had expected him to do once more. Antonio hated how quiet he’d sounded, though the lump in his throat from how hard he was trying to hold back crying wouldn’t let him be any louder. 

He reached over the bench’s door, fidgeting with the handle for a moment before it finally popped open to let him in. Antonio slammed it behind him and made his way down the tunnel and towards their locker room. Though, if Bjarki were honest, the lack of his usual effort in slamming the door concerned him and made his chest tighten up with worry more than the act of slamming the door itself. 

He looked up, and saw the thousands of eyes staring directly at him, and he could’ve sworn he’d be able to hear a pin drop in the arena in that moment.

[number3-design]

DIFFERANCE ENGINE - @differance.engine Logo + Logotype Design by @number3__ Poster Artwork by @thomasharringtonrawle  @bjarki.asd and @thomasharringtonrawle  have started a record label called Differance Engine #Bjarki   #ThomasHarringtonRawle   #bbbbbbrecors #Logo   #LogoDesign   #Typography   #PaulNicholson   #Number3   https://www.instagram.com/p/CmtFLvzoUDk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[spdk1]

REVIEW: The Saga of Bödvar Bjarki Vol. 2 - The Real Beowulf and Grendel´s Mother (2022)

REVIEW: The Saga of Bödvar Bjarki Vol. 2 – The Real Beowulf and Grendel´s Mother (2022)

A Graphic Novel by Volkmar Fleckenstein In volume one of Volkmar Fleckenstein‘s gorgeous graphic Nordic Saga The Saga of Bödvar Bjarki Vol. 1 – The Real Beowulf and Grendel, we bore witness to the legendary battle between Bödvar Bjarki and the tyrannical Agnar Ingjaldson (Grendel), characters that bear more than just a passing resemblance to the literary Beowulf and Grendel. Agnar is the leader…

[thalassic-p4rk]

*screams*

more bjarki lore!!!!

[peacesmith]

who is this Icelandic boy? 👀

[emarie-stone]

"So much of the process of writing and revising is an exercise in trust. After allowing myself to drop into this place of not-knowing, I started making all these decisions about form and content that I didn’t understand. Parentheses riddle the book. I address the reader directly. Bjarki is (briefly) transformed into an eggplant (an eggplant!). Then I curse out Henry David Thoreau. My therapist makes repeated cameos. If you had told me it would be a good idea to do those things before I did them, I would have without a thought dismissed you."

Matthew J. C. Clark, author of Bjarki, Not Bjarki