a series of illustrations depicting the story of sture wolff and the troll prince, a knight in medieval pareidolia sweden who has a number of tales spun around him, which also vary in details depending on who tells it (most notably, human vs troll retellings). these are specifically more from a troll perspective if that isn't obvious lol...
these were done for a class assignment, and are a bit of a compositional homage to the åsmund series of illustrations by gerhard munthe, the first two specifically inspired by Åsmund Goes Up to the Door in the Rock (1902) and The Fifth Hall (1902) :) more under the cut...
sture wolff is often used as a bit of a cautionary tale from the nordic troll perspective, warning of the "fickle" nature of man and that getting too involved with them is a Bad Idea. the figure of sigrid (the human woman, who in the story falls in love with the "troll prince" two-tusk bluebelly) is in many of those versions also a cunning figure herself, betraying two-tusk in the end and having been the one to lead sture to the hidden troll village in the first place. but there are versions, especially the older ones, where she defends him in the end, and never betrayed him.
obvs human versions of the story are more "expected" like other knightly hero folklore stories of its time, where sture through cunning figures out how to reveal the hidden troll village (with fire) and saves sigrid from the bluebelly, who in this version, curses sigrid to fall in love with him.
in universe this story is based on what was likely Real People, and the "bluebelly village" was a real troll settlement that was destroyed at some point in time, and it's a bit unclear what actually happened to everyone involved in the end.
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It's that time of year again, and I continue my tradition of making little pendants for each Art Fight team! These ones were really fun to color, I love the palette for the teams this year.
As always, these are free to use wherever you desire, though crediting me here would be nice! I go by baubleBee on Art Fight as well, either works.
And optionally if you really enjoy seeing these every year, maybe take a peek at my KoFi and drop a tip! Your support really means a lot to me, but really I just love seeing you guys having fun with my banners every year. ^^
I'm not sure how many people this will reach since we're already like 4k notes in, BUT I've seen a few people saying theyre streamers and wanna use these in their streams!
I ended up putting the raw files on my Ko-Fi for free download, so if you stream and want a version thats probably better quality than saving from Tumblr that's an option as well!
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