#Drífa

[seahagart]

Temple Guardian and her cub❄️🐻‍❄️

Wanted to show full orc mom vs her half orc son

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[skelebellie]

if Drífa has one fan its me! if Drífa has zero fans i’m dead!

litterally so in love w/ @seahagart tav Drífa. she’s so well designed and so interesting!!! i had to sketch her and do some interactions with my tav Cyris.

i know Cyris would see Drífa and be like… “”soft””. they have no perception of intimidation and likes that Drífa is so blunt. makes it easy on them for not having to look for tone indicators. definitely makes biscuits on Drífa’s tum while they sleep for a sensory.

i can also see Drífa noticing that Cyris isn’t eating, likely bc their in the woods and they avoid red meat- or they just forgot too. and Drífa one time saw Cyris all giddy at the fish market (Cyris’ safe food is fish. odd safe food for a weird guy) and Drífa is like like- “Fish. You Eat. Now.” bc it’s important to eat in order to survive.

they def would be snuggling and both of them are just like “soft” vs “warm” and neither care. completely platonic touchy pals bc Cyris is a texture parasite.

speak bubble guide below!

1: “Drífa saw you no eat? No worry- Caught fish. Take Pick. Eat well.”

2: “Drífa I’m going to kiss you.” (happy stimming and happy tears except with a complete poker face.)

3: Doesn’t mind. Warm body = warm nights.

4. Had a nightmare, finds Drífa comforting.

[slolane]

Meiri snjó, meiri snjó.. by Ingólfur Bjargmundsson Via Flickr: In Icelandic there are at least 60 words that describe snow in one from or another. In this case that word would probably be púður snjór or powder snow.

[moriphyte]

a while ago i had the idea of foa!dream singing an old lullaby his mom used to sing to him to tommy to calm him down during a panic attack (induced by him of course) and i’ve finally settled on the song móðir mín Í kví kví, an old icelandic lullaby about a mother leaving her child to die in the forest. the song itself is beautifully eerie, supposedly sung from the ghost of the dead child to her mother, and i feel like it fits foa really well.

[eggbot15]

The REMATCH of the night is looking to be a bloody beat down and neither of them are going to quit. The Volcano Queen and The Icy Enforcer, the full fury of ice and fire is truly an amazing display.

#sonicoc #womanBoxing #boxingmatch #fireandice

[gizmoarts]

Tav's, Tav's, and more Tav's!!!

A repost from my Twitter thread of all the Tav's I've been drawing (more to come!) Please go follow all of these amazing artists!! Once again, so happy I got to do these and continue to interact with this community. (I'm so sorry for the extra tags for those who have already seen this on twitter OTL I'm so anxious about tagging everyone a second and third time.) Cris - Me!! Clover - @tendermiasma Dorian - @lazylittledragon Drífa - @seahagart Mimo - @februeruri Ris'daer - @mmothmanners Saige - @jibberjibbsart Staeve - @velnna (asked beforehand--) Tav - https://twitter.com/QuasiCaccia (only on twitter!) Tavaris - @thetrashppl Yaris - @artsy-iru

[thorraborinn]

From a cultural aspect, how did the Old Norse view storms? I know there's the Thor = thunder = storms connection, but I'm thinking beyond the associations between Thor and storms

I'm actually hesitant to draw a complete equivalence between Thor and thunder. It's a solid guess that that was a stronger association somewhat before most of the texts we have. In Old Icelandic, there is no common noun þórr meaning 'thunder' (thunder is called þruma usually, though also reið/reiðir, probably related to the idea of Þórr riding around in his chariot). Danish, Swedish, and Norwegian all have words for 'thunder' that relate back to Þórr, though they are derivations rather than using the same word for both the god and the natural phenomenon (like þunor in Old English). It probably was used that way earlier, but not in the material we have. If someone read the Eddas without already knowing of Thor as "the god of thunder," they would probably not draw that conclusion on their own; our best evidence for the connection beyond linguistics comes from non-Eddic sources.

There is a convenient explanation for all this: it rarely thunders in Iceland (though I can't confirm that that was true a thousand years ago). Since Thor appears to have been the most popular god there, and it doesn't make a lot of sense to keep him restricted to a phenomenon that rarely happens there, they probably diversified his associations. Perhaps the thunder thing stayed stronger in places like Denmark, but they didn't write as much about the gods.

A possible exception here might be Hallmundarkviða. This is a poem about a volcanic eruption that describes it as a battle between a jötunn and Thor. Though there is nothing in the poem that specifies this, I wonder whether Thor's presence was considered to be indicated because of volcanic lightning.

Even if that example is excluded because it's inconclusive, I don't want to overstate the separation of Thor from thunder. In the sources we have, Thor definitely is still associated with it, just not as directly as often assumed. His power is sometimes expressed in terms of different natural phenomena, like hailstorms and high winds. The best example of this is Rǫgnvalds þáttr ok Rauðs, in which an animated idol of Thor causes windstorms by blowing into his beard. There is a very cool paper by Richard Perkins about this called "Thor the Wind-raiser and the Eyrarland Image" available for free on http://vsnrweb-publications.org.uk/.

Storms are sometimes caused by other gods. The most famous example is the battle between Hákon jarl and the Jómsvíkings. Before the battle Hákon jarl sacrificed his son to his ancestral deity Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr for victory in the coming battle. During the fight a hailstorm started and was devastating, but only to the Jómsvíkings for some reason. But any second-sighted people present saw that Þorgerðr and her sister Irpa in the hailstorm, shooting arrows from their fingertips at the Jómsvíkings. This story can be found in Jómsvíkinga saga. I'm not sure if there is anything to say about Þorgerðr's name being compounded from Þórr. For anyone unfamiliar, Þorgerðr hölgabrúðr seems to have been some kind of dynastic deity, heavily associated with the Háleygjar dynasty and Hákon jarl in particular, though she does seem to have also had a broader relevance.

There are other figures probably related to storms. My namesake, Þorri, is part of a whole family of snow and storm jötnar including Kári ('wind/storm'), Snær ('snow'), Drífa ('snowfall/snowstorm'), etc. Loki's brother Byleistr might be related to storms, though that's only one of several possible meanings of his name, as could Fárbauti (though I find that unlikely, I talked about both of these recently). Konungs skuggsjá ('the king's mirror') describes sea monsters (hafdramba, hafgýgur) as bringing huge storms at sea.

Storms could be caused with magic, usually to cause harm to an enemy such as by sinking their ship. This is called gørningaveðr (modern gjörningaveður; also galdraveður). A well-known modern Icelandic procedure for creating gjörningaveður is similar in form to a níðstöng; one raises a pole, places a ling's (the fish) head on it, and turns the fish's face in the direction where you want the storm to occur. Interestingly, if one doesn't have a ling, they can carve in runes "Þórs höfuð" (spelled "Þors haufud" in the orthography of the time), meaning 'Thor's head', into the pole instead. One summer when the biting flies in the Mývatn area were too much to tolerate, Galdra-Brandur (a real person, but also made into a legendary folk figure) caused a snowstorm by chanting a rhyme addressed to Gylfi (the same name as the supposedly human king in Gylfaginning, but here probably a jötunn) which killed the flies but also a lot of sheep, and also two people. Vatnsdǿla saga also features a procedure for dispelling gørningaveðr involving widdershins motion, waving a (goat skin?), and speaking Irish. Interestingly, a very very modern example of the same thing from Shetland also involves circular motion and possibly speaking Gaelic.

In poetry, battle is often described by being compared to a storm (e.g. in kennings like sverðhríð 'storm of swords' or hríð Hristar 'storm of the valkyrja Hrist').

I'm not sure what else to add. They wrote a lot about storms, but most of it is just reporting that a storm occurred, and whatever damage it caused. That makes it hard to run corpus searches and identify what's useful for responding to the question.

[stefankarlfanblog]

Stefán Karl Stefánsson wearing a Drífa Original Design polo shirt. You can find more photos of this particular shirt's design here and here.

Unfortunately these images weren't properly archived so I'm not sure of the date or the given context from Stefán was for them. But I believe they were from his Facebook.

[human-antithesis]

Haldi oss frá eldi, eilífr skapa deilir

Haldi oss frá eldi eilífr skapa deilir Kristr styrkr ok myrkrum menn, es heim líðr þenna,

svát ǫll í frið fullan farim heim, es skilr beima alls stýrandi, órum óttalaus með dróttni. (Anonymous Poems, Leiðarvísan 41)

Í ljósi dǫgunnar rís ný von ok blessar sálir þeirra er sǫkum þungra sýna varð svefn ófær. Hárekr ór Þjóttu, Þórir hundr ok Kálfr Árnason, eitt sinn tryggir fylgjendr Óláfs, nú safna saman heiðnum styrk mót helgri sýn. En okkar er sýn helgri lífinu. Þúsundir sárlinna, hlýrsólar hálr ok fólknǫðrur sǫfnuðusk er við hófum heilsa vórum hersa dróttinn. Síðan talaði konungr fyrir liðinu ok mælti svá:

Vil ek, at menn skiptisk í sveitir, ok heimtisk saman frændr ok kunnmenn, því at þá mun hverr annars bezt gæta ok hverr annan kenna. Vér skulum marka lið várt alt, gera herkumbl á hjálmum várum ok skjǫldum, draga þar með bleikju á krossinn helga. En ef vér komum í orrostu, þá skulu vér hafa allir eitt orðtak: fram, fram, kristmenn, krossmenn, konungsmenn! (Heimskringla II, ch. 205)

Verðim vér ok fyrðar — vili svá faðir skilja — hilmis frægs til hœgri handar allra landa,

ok heim dýrstr frá dómi dagskeiðs jǫfurr leiði oss frá ótta hvǫssum ǫll til himna hallar. (Anonymous Poems, Leiðarvisan 38)

Brast í bardaga ok ólm gullu við skerandi herverks hljóð er fylltu dal Stiklastaða hroða. Málmdrýrs hlynnir ok hræskóðir, jarðar skafls hrannir ok fyrirkólfa garmr, líf ok aldrtili, hvar eru hin hrærandi vindkers botn sem skilja ykkr að? Úr fjarska minn brásteinn nam Óláf sjá, þiggjandi þrjú hǫgg af þeim hatrsmǫnnum Þóri hund, Kálfi Árnasyni ok Þorsteini knarrarsmið áðr hann lagðisk við flein til að grátbiðja sér miskunnar frammi fyrir almáttugum harra dróttni. Úr fjarska minn hvarma hnitvǫllr nam hann sjá kasta á brott Bæsing er þiggr banahǫgg. Ek finn jǫrð rjúfask er himnasalr myrkvask yfir fjǫrnets felli hins fallna manna hirðis verðunga varða. Píslarváttssýn hann hafði ok varð lifgalli um vera setr víða.

Hvern biðk hald ok árnan helgan mann ins sanna, (trús) við tírar ræsi (trausts leitak) mér veita,

svát óbœttan ættim engi kost, þás drengja jǫfurr vill andar krefja ástnenninn hal þenna. (Gamli kanóki, Harmsól 62)

Er augu mín vǫknuðu af birtu semðu flýtis salti, ek heimti banahǫgg af fylgjendum landsins anda ok sǫkkvaðisk niðr að gunnalda drifi nni orustugrund. Ek sé valfugl fljúga yfir þrumukrýndan himin er ek hvísla hin lærðu dýrðar orð til lífs í dróttins byggð. Úr fjarska ek heyrða guðdómligan kór syngja sǫngva af guðlegri fegurð. Mín ennissól nam sjá engla drífa yfir þagnarslóð morðteins meiða ofan sóknbáru grundu. Þoku ok dimm ský hnikask gegnum velli er helg mær, orðum fegri, nálgask mik að ofan. Klædd járnserk hún að mínum brotnum lífskosti sendir óma. Gunnr þú ert kǫlluð. Gǫndul, kalla þig. Ek man ásjóna þína úr frásǫgnum um forna Norðmanna dróttir, er eitt sinn réðu fyrir þessari sǫmu grund. Hræðisk ek að ekin verði til bǫlvaðs Gauta setrs er hún bindr snarvǫl um mína banvæna benja fenstíga, ok ek kalla upp til engla veldis að bjóða mér heldr stað. En er valkyrjan hefr upp á ný sína heiðna galdra smiðju, á mér fjarlægri tungu, fell ek í sáran svefn. Rǫdd hennar hljómar svo kunnuglega en er ek reyni að ansa henni vil mín tefja leið engu hreyfa ok mín blæðandi hjarna kleif er loks boðin til eilífrar nætur stjarndimmra himna. Sem bitr sál mín reisir sig upp til ferðar frá mínu bensævar ranni, til Heljar grundar neðan, ekkert ljós á mik skín meir.

[seahagart]

Watch out Caza-dork, your spawn has an emotional support paladin

[mycomori]

i wanna choose a new saint name like i choose a new confirmation name

emma madeline lastname is my given catholic name

mori blank lastname is my choosen

if i coukd really choose a middle name it would be aradia

but she’s not a saint as much a si wish she was

so i gotta choose a full name including first middle and confirmation but never changing my family name which is so fucked cause that’s what i wanna get away from right that’s the shit i want the escape that fuckin name haunts me but i wanna be proud of jy family so bad but i can’t be because it’s all sick fucking dysfunctional shit and mental illness and abuse and drífa addiction and everything else like i just can’t this makes me wanna message my cousin who i relaly sound message if i was a good cousin/older sister but i’m not i’m a piece of shit and i leave him on gjost because i’m too overwhelmed i know he understand and i kiev him for that hur i just feel fucking terrible that i can’t always be there for him the way i wish i i idk be like i wish i coudk a lot myslef but the fact is i give more than what’s worth to my fucjing job and until i can balance what i out jy energy into its all gonna feel so overwhelming and too much and all i can hooe is that he stays strong like i KNOW he is (he says i’m the string one of us but i disagree i felt w so much less trauma than him) like i want him to be okay god iNEED him to be okay i DESERVES to be okay after all this fucking bullshit and i wish i was stable and capable enlugh fo help but i cat like schitophrebia can’t be reasoned with and i know it he knows it our whole fam knows it cause we’ve had many suffer from it but i’m just. ima prey. i’m d sorry: i’m on the verge of tears again. i hate my job so mucb i hate how i’m treated every second of w every day for the kast25 years of my life. i wana run away so fucjing bad but i can’t bear to be a burden on my loved ones. same as i can’t kill mysekf like i want to because it would hurt the people i love. i’m sorry. i’m sorry . nothing his eheh right. i try so fucjing hard i break myself to be good enough and it’s still never enough for anyone. i’m tired. i wanna attempted suicide just to prove a point more than i actually wanna kill myself wcb i knwk sos so fuckin childish. but also i do really wanandie cause i only stayed alive for other peope. i never wnated this. i never wanted to be here. if i could fo with garuntee results then i probs woukd. i wlukd choose to die rather than suffe this life even though all i went through is basically spit on the wind. o don’t wanna be dead, though i love the ideay of death and morbidity, i wanna live my life then die in nah type of meanifyk way and jst hope it ain’t painful. sorry gain. i can’t not say my feelings even fletter without apologizing. i’m too much are t i? i’m too fu king much and no one’s cares for desk w mes

[omg-snakes]

[moriphyte]

hilarious to look at all the thought i put into the dauðas (foa dreams family) enough to have choosen a meaningful icelandic name for his little sister (drífa) and a little play on the scandinavian goddess freyja for his older sister (dreyja) and then you’ve just got the middle child named fuckin dream of all things

[eggbot15]

Drífa is ready for combat

I drew Drífa in my favorite Commi Vera’s outfit with her loyal pet with her.

Vera was so cool and popular despite a little screen time and yet I also fell in love with her design. I also made a alternate version to fit Drífa’s color scheme.

#sonicoc #CampCamp #VeraCampCamp

[thedeaddraws]

My new dwarf ranger Drífa (she/her) and her companion/pet giant muskox Sága (she/her) for our new fantasy DnD campaign.

[thorraborinn]

An Icelandic rune poem

Text based primarily on AM 687 d 4to with reference to notes by R.I. Page (1999, The Icelandic Rune Poem, London: Viking Society for Northern Research).

The so-called "Icelandic Rune Poem" is a creation of modern editors. What there really is is a tradition of referring to runes by kennings, and a tradition of arranging these kennings into stanzas grouped by the rune they indicate. Thus different "Icelandic rune poems" vary wildly, because they are not witnesses to an original but rather different expressions of the same permutable concept. See the linked work by Page for more details.

The following is just one possible example, based primarily on a single damaged, difficult manuscript, with a minimum of innovation and guesswork where necessary to fulfill the requirements of the meter. Icelandic (to follow) and translation by myself.

ᚠ is hostility of family and beacon of flood-tide and grave-fish's [=snake's] path. ᚢ is clouds' tears and diminisher of hay and shepherd's hate. ᚦ is women's torment and crag-dweller and Valrún's husband. ᚮ is ancient Gautur and king of Ásgarður and Valhöll's ruler. ᚱ is sitting one's happiness and swift journey and horse's toil. ᚴ is children's affliction and battle and home of necrosis. ᚼ is cold grain and sleet-storm and snakes' illness. ᚿ is servant's grief and oppressive situation and cold, wet work. ᛁ is river-bark and wave's roof and misfortune of doomed men. ᛆ is goodness for men and good summer and blood of dales. ᛍ is clouds' shield and shining sun and ice's death-wound. ᛐ is a one-handed god and wolf's leftovers and ruler of temples. ᛒ is leafy branch and little tree and splendid wood. ᛘ is man's joy and increase of soil and ship's decorator. ᛚ is boiling Vimur (mythological river) and broad kettle and fish's meadow. ᛦ is a bent bow and unbrittle iron and arrow-thrower.

Icelandic behind the cut.

ᚠ er frænda róg ok flæðar viti ok grafseiðs gata.

ᚢ er skýja grátur ok skára þverrir ok hirðis hatur.

ᚦ er kvenna kvöl ok kletta íbúi ok Valrúnar ver.

ᚮ er aldingautur ok Ásgarðs jöfur ok Valhallar vísi.

ᚱ er sitjandi sæla ok snúðig (snúðug) ferð ok jórs erfiði.

ᚴ er barna böl ok bardagi ok holdfúa hús.

ᚼ er kaldakorn ok knappa drífa ok snáka sótt.

ᚿ er þýjar þrá ok þungur kostur ok vossamleg verk.

ᛁ er árbörkur ok unnar þekja ok feigra manna fár.

ᛆ er gumna gæði ok gott sumar ok dala dreyri.

ᛍ er skýja skjöldur ok skínandi röðull ok ísa aldurtregi.

ᛐ er einhendur ás ok úlfs leifar ok hofa hilmir.

ᛒ er laufgað lim ok lítið tré ok vegsamlegur viður.

ᛘ er manns gaman ok moldar auki ok skipa skreytir.

ᛚ er vellandi vimur ok víður ketill ok glömmunga grund.

ᛦ er bendur bogi ok óbrotgjarnt járn ok fífu fleytir.