alfurheim

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[sinitar-the-reborn]

Yellow and Black (mainly black tho) for Igrok from Elvir

“Silly, ungrateful man. Should have left you in the trap.”

[alfurheim-blog]

“Oh, how little do you know.”

[bob-belcher]

Happy International Women’s Day!

[invxgorate-blog]

WHEN YOU REALLY WANT TO RP WITH SOMEONE BUT UR AFRAID THEY THINK UR ANNOYING SO U STAY IN THE SHADOWS WITH A BROKEN HEART GOD DAMMIT

[alfurheim-blog]

I wanna write so bad but a. I have inspiration for very few of my muses, and b. No one wants to write with those muses

[aquamarinefae-blog]

alfurheim replied to your post “I can finally play dragon age ヾ(❀◕д◕)ﾉ”

Omg it’s my favorite game series!!

I’m still trying to get used to the controls (I’m playing it on my laptop), my mind hasn’t really managed to switch from Skyrim to DA yet XD

[alfurheim-blog]

omg yesss I did the same thing, it took me foreverrrr to get used to the spacebar pause thing. not being able to jump was so weird

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse has ever killed someone.

[troubled-pasta-deleted-deactiva]

Hey so uh,

As a trans guy who’s been working out for a few years now and has learned a lot about their body and building muscle and whatnot in the process, here’s something I don’t see mentioned, like ever. 

Abs don’t really look Like That™ when they’re relaxed.

Here’s a few examples from a Reddit thread asking for pictures of people both flexing and not flexing their abs

I rarely see male body positivity posts in general but I’ve never seen this mentioned, and honestly? Call me stupid for it if you want, but I genuinely thought that super defined look was something that was achievable in a relaxed state, simply because I’ve never seen anything to the contrary. 

As someone with body dysmorphia as well as dysphoria, you can imagine the damaging effects that might have had on my mental health trying by to achieve the impossible. I can only imagine how many other masculine folk out there could be struggling with the exact same thing.

Anyway like, this is mostly to point out for masculine folks that might be pushing themselves too hard, that you’re probably doing better than you realise. 

[art-and-sterf]

Anecdotal stuff aside, this is an important thing for artists to remember as well! This is something I never realised despite being an artist that goes to figure drawing classes on the regular and having modelled for them myself- because of course people with abs are flexing for the poses! I was doing it too! - Admin Pasta

[maryqueenofscotts]

Francis Valois

[easterlingwanderer]

alfurheim:

Filip was being particularly unforgiving as of late, almost to the point of irritating his sister. It was for her, of course; Not a single man that came through the forest since her attack left with his sanity.

This man, however, came unnecessarily armed. He seemed too wise, too careful. Filip didn’t like him.

So he made him captive.

The Hulder’s breathing was so quiet and his body so still in the cave that even though he was right behind the Wanderer, the man didn’t detect him there. As soon as Filip saw the man fiddle with his bindings, a boot came down onto his fingers. Not roughly, not with enough pressure to cause pain – but enough to serve as a warning.

“You tread armed into places you are not welcome. Why?” He asked, staring down at the Wanderer with cold, unfeeling eyes.

The man, of course, doesn’t see a thing. He has just time to hear something, a vague movement, before the booth is pressed over his chest.

He stills and blinks.

“… I wuz just passing by. I go armed because ya ken. Trolls, and orcs, and not-nice things jumping on people.” He replies, levelly. “I be called The Wanderer fer a reason. Be this yer forest perchance?”

[alfurheim-blog]

“‘Just passing by’ is about the most pitiful excuse I’ve heard,” Filip rolled his eyes, not believing the man at all. “Am I really meant to believe that those axes are meant to fend off a potential troll?”

The pressure on The Wanderer from the hulder’s boot only grows the further this interrogation continues. It would be so easy for Filip with his supernatural strength to simply crush the man’s entire chest in.

But he didn’t.

Not yet.

“You are correct, unsurprisingly so. I do not doubt you knew it was our forest before you came into it. But say you didn’t; What would bring a lone man to ‘just pass by’ through a dangerous wood?”

[easterlingwanderer]

@alfurheim

The man blinks.

He is alive, which is always a beginning.

Mind you, not necessarely a good beginning.

He looks around. He can’t see a thing. Darkness then. He is bound. Hands behind back. Captive in some way.

What. The. Fuck.

He frowns, trying to remember. He was. Walking in a forest. And then. Nothing.

He sighs, lowering himself on the ground and starting to work on the binding on his hand.

[alfurheim-blog]

Filip was being particularly unforgiving as of late, almost to the point of irritating his sister. It was for her, of course; Not a single man that came through the forest since her attack left with his sanity.

This man, however, came unnecessarily armed. He seemed too wise, too careful. Filip didn’t like him.

So he made him captive.

The Hulder’s breathing was so quiet and his body so still in the cave that even though he was right behind the Wanderer, the man didn’t detect him there. As soon as Filip saw the man fiddle with his bindings, a boot came down onto his fingers. Not roughly, not with enough pressure to cause pain – but enough to serve as a warning.

“You tread armed into places you are not welcome. Why?” He asked, staring down at the Wanderer with cold, unfeeling eyes.

[alfurheim-blog]

ikr !!! A precious boy @legolasgoldy

[mademoiselleboullan]

[alfurheim-blog]

give my son Filip attention pls

[alfurheim-blog]

just look at him

[frejann]

How do you make people fall in love with you

challenge them to a duel 

[frejann]

I ENDED UP DRAWING A COMIC ABOUT THIS STUPID FUCKING ASK IM CRYING

an extremely short story about two knights who were made for each other

[thehiddenhero]

@thesonofgirion

[sinitar-the-reborn]

🗜- Stuck in a trap { for whichever muse you like, sending from Elvir !!! }

Heavy boots stomped the ground and snapped the branches as the hunter made his way down the steep path with rapids steps. On his back was the decapitated corpse of a deer, dried streams of blood streaking his bare torso. 

There was only one more trap to check before he could make his way back to the palace. The man stepped through the bushes, glad to see that his trap was not empty. Sadly, the fine people of his land didn’t eat this kind of flesh.

“What are you doing here? This trap is not meant for the likes of you.” He watched the stranger exhausted from his struggle to free his ankle from the iron jaws.

[alfurheim-blog]

Elvir actually got caught in his Swan form, but in order to avoid getting taken he switched to his humanoid form (despite the terrible wound it caused him). Although he frantically tried freeing himself, as a swan he was unable to figure out the mechanics of the trap. He jumped when he was called out to, and he was quick to kick his cloak of feathers into a bush he stood next to.

“And what is this foul trap doing here?! What are you, some barbarian? Did you hope for a fish to jump out of the water and land in it?” Elvir hissed when he turned to the man, his coal black eyes piercing in his indignant fury.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

Igrok stopped in his tracks, watching the feral stranger snap back at him. “Fishes live in the water… this trap is on the ground. Are you an idiot?” He threw the bloody corpse onto the floor and approached the black eyed stranger. There was little to fear, for he was both trapped and maimed.

“Would you like me to free you or is this some fetish of yours?”

[alfurheim-blog]

“With how close it is to the water, I expected you to be the idiot here,” Elvir snapped back. His heart cried for the now dead creature, but he was distracted from his brief mourning when the hunter stepped forth again. Elvir’s gaze was sharp once more and jerked away, but since he was caught he couldn’t move very much.

“I can free myself,” He hissed once again, refusing to let himself become indebted to the barbaric man due to his fae nature. Or even worse, have the man discover his nature on his own.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

“Are you sure?” The man crossed his bloodied arms and paced around the trap, looking at the stranger’s leg with an overly exaggerated expression of pain. “That looks… infected? If you don’t get out of there soon you will have far bigger problems than your hairstyle.”

Without saying anything else, the hunter opened his satchel and pulled out his dinner - a sandwich and a small skin filled with beer. This seemed like a perfect place to relax and enjoy a meal in peace.

[alfurheim-blog]

By now, Elvir wished for nothing more than to curse the man before him. A few years of missing every arrow shot, perhaps, or every animal escaping from his grasp when hunting. He continued desperately to try and free himself, especially when the hunter settled down. But he couldn’t, and after struggling for a while he grew exhausted.

“Release me!” Elvir commanded (or at least as much as he could), his muscles trembling now from his fatigue.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

“You put yourself in the trap.” Igrok replied calmly, all his attention directed at the delicious sandwich. It was a small bite before the big dinner. Hopefully, the lord would be pleased with his hunt and he’d get a fair payment.

“How am I going to carry both you and this corpse without proper energy? I need some time to eat, you stupid fuck. Now shut your mouth, I am far too hungry to endure your shrill voice.”

[alfurheim-blog]

“You think I’m going to come with you once you release me?!” Elvir replied in genuine shock. The continued insults only aggravated him further, making his thoughts go directly to fantasies of this man meeting a grueling, untimely death.

“I will go on my own way as soon as I am released. The sooner you release me, the sooner we are rid of each other!”

The last thing Elvir would ever do is stay with this man longer than he needed.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

“Where else would you go unless you want to be food for the wolves?” He finished the skinful of beer and was still far from in the mood to drag two bodies back to the castle. 

“Limping a few kilometres and bleeding to death doesn’t sound like an ideal evening. So, you either swallow your bitter pride or die. Simple as that.” He knelt down and lifted the dead deer onto his shoulders before walking over to the trap.

“So, what will it be?”

[alfurheim-blog]

“Spending more time with you sounds even worse,” Elvir challenged, raising his brows at the irritating man. He recoiled back on reflex when Igrok approached, unable to help his natural response.

“Set me free, and let me handle myself,” He ground out, his lip curling in his irritation.

He simply couldn’t go with the man, even if he wanted. It would leave him vulnerable, and it would leave his feathers at risk as well.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

🗜- Stuck in a trap { for whichever muse you like, sending from Elvir !!! }

Heavy boots stomped the ground and snapped the branches as the hunter made his way down the steep path with rapids steps. On his back was the decapitated corpse of a deer, dried streams of blood streaking his bare torso. 

There was only one more trap to check before he could make his way back to the palace. The man stepped through the bushes, glad to see that his trap was not empty. Sadly, the fine people of his land didn’t eat this kind of flesh.

“What are you doing here? This trap is not meant for the likes of you.” He watched the stranger exhausted from his struggle to free his ankle from the iron jaws.

[alfurheim-blog]

Elvir actually got caught in his Swan form, but in order to avoid getting taken he switched to his humanoid form (despite the terrible wound it caused him). Although he frantically tried freeing himself, as a swan he was unable to figure out the mechanics of the trap. He jumped when he was called out to, and he was quick to kick his cloak of feathers into a bush he stood next to.

“And what is this foul trap doing here?! What are you, some barbarian? Did you hope for a fish to jump out of the water and land in it?” Elvir hissed when he turned to the man, his coal black eyes piercing in his indignant fury.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

Igrok stopped in his tracks, watching the feral stranger snap back at him. “Fishes live in the water… this trap is on the ground. Are you an idiot?” He threw the bloody corpse onto the floor and approached the black eyed stranger. There was little to fear, for he was both trapped and maimed.

“Would you like me to free you or is this some fetish of yours?”

[alfurheim-blog]

“With how close it is to the water, I expected you to be the idiot here,” Elvir snapped back. His heart cried for the now dead creature, but he was distracted from his brief mourning when the hunter stepped forth again. Elvir’s gaze was sharp once more and jerked away, but since he was caught he couldn’t move very much.

“I can free myself,” He hissed once again, refusing to let himself become indebted to the barbaric man due to his fae nature. Or even worse, have the man discover his nature on his own.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

“Are you sure?” The man crossed his bloodied arms and paced around the trap, looking at the stranger’s leg with an overly exaggerated expression of pain. “That looks… infected? If you don’t get out of there soon you will have far bigger problems than your hairstyle.”

Without saying anything else, the hunter opened his satchel and pulled out his dinner - a sandwich and a small skin filled with beer. This seemed like a perfect place to relax and enjoy a meal in peace.

[alfurheim-blog]

By now, Elvir wished for nothing more than to curse the man before him. A few years of missing every arrow shot, perhaps, or every animal escaping from his grasp when hunting. He continued desperately to try and free himself, especially when the hunter settled down. But he couldn’t, and after struggling for a while he grew exhausted.

“Release me!” Elvir commanded (or at least as much as he could), his muscles trembling now from his fatigue.

[sinitar-the-reborn]

“You put yourself in the trap.” Igrok replied calmly, all his attention directed at the delicious sandwich. It was a small bite before the big dinner. Hopefully, the lord would be pleased with his hunt and he’d get a fair payment.

“How am I going to carry both you and this corpse without proper energy? I need some time to eat, you stupid fuck. Now shut your mouth, I am far too hungry to endure your shrill voice.”

[alfurheim-blog]

“You think I’m going to come with you once you release me?!” Elvir replied in genuine shock. The continued insults only aggravated him further, making his thoughts go directly to fantasies of this man meeting a grueling, untimely death.

“I will go on my own way as soon as I am released. The sooner you release me, the sooner we are rid of each other!”

The last thing Elvir would ever do is stay with this man longer than he needed.

[madswrites]

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