#wiglaf

[savebatsartedition]

Beowulf Anime Opening (700 frame fully colored animation.)

Blood and possible eyestrain warning!

If this flops I will be so sad.

All designs, choreography and animation by ‪@savebatsfromscratch‬ (me) in my own interpretation of the text.

I believe that I will be making a video explaining all my creative choices in this video, so stick around for when that happens. :3

Okay, now you see why I couldn't do any of my dang map parts for like forever. 💀

(Credits under the cut.)

Song: Manic WarLord Mother by HoliznaCC0 The song can be found here, it's free to use music and the artist has some other good ones!: X (Btw there are no lyrics of this song available online. I’m doing my best with what I can hear but I cannot guarantee that they are accurate.)

Program: Turbowarp Bitmap Quotes: Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf. :)

I am not exaggerating when I say this took me forever to make. (Two months with MANY six hour days of animation in them, not to mention my design work and actual interpretation work of the text.)

[cosmics-canteen]

Beo + Wiggy!!

[askvectorprime]

Dear, Vector Prime.

Do you know about “GEATS”?

Dear Gothic Grateful,

While I’ve never had reason to spend much time among that ancient Germanic tribe, one night aboard the Atlantis Crosswise recounted to me a tale of those days. As a “monster hunter”, Crosswise has always approached his career with a certain degree of skepticism, which meant that the grim frankness with which he told me this story shocked me all the more. I’ll tell it to you now, and you can decide for yourself if it is true or not.

In those old days Crosswise had taken on a beast mode, a bear form that was better suited to stalking the wilds of Europe than his Cybertronian vehicle mode. One night while tracking some prey across modern day Scandinavia, he was alerted to the sound of battle from a local king’s hall. Bursting through the doors, Crosswise was shocked to see his target, the hideous Skullgrin, doing battle with a human warrior. What’s more, the warrior had been holding his own!

Thinking quickly, Crosswise transformed and shot at Skullgrin’s arm joint, stopping what would have been a deadly swipe. With a battle sense as sharp as any Autobot’s, the warrior followed up by grabbing Skullgrin’s arm and tearing it clean from his body.

Critically wounded, Skullgrin loped off to his cave, where he perished. Meanwhile, the human warrior introduced himself as Beowulf, and declared Crosswise to be his bear-brother. Now, Crosswise’s mission had been a lonely one, so he allowed the sense of kinship with the humans he had sworn to protect to wash over him, and he joined Beowulf and the king’s subjects in their revels.

It was the noise of these revels that lured Skullgrin’s elderly Mini-Con partner Icepick to the hall the following night, and once again Crosswise and Beowulf did her battle. Chasing her back to the cave, Beowulf was able to use his impossible strength to steal Skullgrin’s sword and use it to slay Icepick with the help of Crosswise. Both were celebrated by the Geats, and with Crosswise happy to play the role of simple warrior, Beowulf rode a tide of goodwill to become king of Geatland.

Over the years Crosswise would focus on his hunt in Geatsland, keeping the kingdom of his new friend safe. Many a “troll” and “goblin” fell before him, and Crosswise was celebrated as Bodvar Bjarki, the “shapeshifting little bear”. One day, at the height of Beowulf’s kingdom, word came that a dragon had been menacing the land. Corroborating the descriptions of the survivors with his internal logs, Crosswise knew this dragon to be Grotusque, one of his many targets. With the kingdom in a panic, only Crosswise, Beowulf and his nephew Wiglaf were brave enough to face the monster.

With Crosswise having focused his hunts on Geatland for so long, Grotusque had been able to scavenge the remains of his slain brethren, and when the three warriors met, he was far stronger than Crosswise had anticipated. The three fought bravely and soon the dragon had been defeated, but at the cost of Beowulf’s life. Already distraught, Crosswise was stricken with grief when Wiglaf furiously blamed him for the death of his uncle. Crosswise was banished from the kingdom, and it was ordered that Crosswise’s deeds be erased from the records and the stories. Soon, Bodvar Bjarki was thought to have been a magical human, or even Beowulf himself in another guise.

Crosswise returned to Evac’s side aboard the Atlantis, and from that day on did not dally with the humans, until the Autobot-Decepticon war reached his gates. Even then, I can tell he still blames himself for the death of Beowulf, and perhaps the vigor with which he serves his commander is a remnant of the same verve he once carried in the cold north. Now, I do not believe that ancient humans were ever that strong, and perhaps time has dulled his memory. But I know this: Crosswise’s feelings are real, and perhaps that is enough.

[violetrose-art]

Meet Wiglaf, Gerda, and Lisbeth, the children of King Beowulf and Queen Ursa

[cumberworld44]

Only one left after this. Didn’t actually think I’d do it.

[dreamy--dolly]

@gringolet​ heres the ficlet i told u about!!!

“Guess you saw through me.”

The sun rises in a conflagration of blues and lavenders and golds. Dawn’s shadow is cast gray on Wiglaf - Beowulf had seen him turning his face away and nodding his head up and down at the funeral and he thinks he can comprehend why he left so soon to be alone. He’s only eleven - no child, Beowulf thinks, should have to sit at their parents’ funeral and be told how brave and noble they were for dying as heroes when all they’d ever want is for them to be back at their side. That wasn’t quite Beowulf’s story, but he thinks he understands. He won’t try to if he can’t, though.

“What’s the matter?” He keeps his distance and the light begins to settle on Wiglaf, outlining the filaments of his light brown hair, pink-rimmed eyes slowly becoming more prominent. He squeezes his arms around himself, turning his face away from Beowulf again.

“I didn’t want you to see my cry… ‘cause you’re so strong and I want to be strong like you - and if that means not crying - I didn’t - I didn’t-” 

Here Wiglaf hiccups and hides his face in his hands, shoulders beginning to shake as he starts to weep.

“I didn’t want that-”

He doesn’t know what else he can do, so Beowulf takes him into his arms and holds him close. Crying to him is a luxury he’d never had growing up, and now that Wiglaf is coming to live with him he will let him have that - it is not a luxury, Beowulf realizes, but a right.

“It’s okay. Nothing wrong in crying. Especially at a time like this.”

He does not tell Wiglaf that the wounds will heal in the future, because Beowulf knows that these sorts of scratches run deep: Jagged, deep scratches on souls that may dry into scabs and scars but never really fade away till you can’t see them. Sometimes you have to live with them.

“I’m just - I miss my parents so much-”

“I do too. I do too.”

So he stays with Wiglaf and shares a moment of emptiness with him, keeping company at sunrise.

[mugglenet]

When Albus Dumbledore recovers the vial containing the blood pact with Gellert Grindelwald, he moves closer to their eventual confrontation. The symbolism of phoenixes and dragons, drawn from a long history of beast mythology, foreshadows the movement of their story from 1927 to 1945.

[morika]

a dragon slayer’s strength