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Finally finished my daemon AU paintings!! (Okay, that’s sort of a lie, they were finished 2 weeks ago, but I’ve been hoarding them out of anxiety.)

These ended up being quite fun to do, and I learned a few things along the way, which is always nice.
I wasn’t originally going to put too much into these, but I got caught up in them and they turned out pretty good without being over-worked.
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Their daemons are as follows: 
Marco’s Amala, a painted dog, represents his seemingly unlimited kindness, as well as his tendency to put his ‘pack’s’ needs and desires above his own. 

And Scramasax, a puma, is the embodiment of Kenny’s violence, agility, and extravagance, as well as his penchant for ambushing and knifing. 
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(In case anyone’s curious, I portray military daemons the way Pullman portrays witches’ daemons; they’re able to travel long distances away from their human counterparts.)

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Saxon Iron Helmet, 6th-8th Century AD

Anglo-Saxon helmets, as well as Danish and Viking ones, had a conical shape in order to protect the wearer’s head by deflecting direct blows. The most expensive ones, used by kings and nobles, were entirely made of steel and iron while less expensive ones had an iron skeleton to which panels of animal horn, hard leather or even wood were fixed. The face, cheeks and the neck of the wearer were protected by additional elements made of iron plate or other materials.

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The other day I made tools for punching brass, copper and silver plates.


These will enable me to finish off shiny scramasax sheaths, make rings and bracelets!

Here are my first tests at the technique turned into rings…

Hope you enjoy my first step in the new adventure!

(note the silver ring is not by me)

As a spirit worker, I was always looking at the pagan/heathen scene here on tumblr while shaking my head, unable to imagine that I would ever worship a god and least of all build an altar to anyone and do offerings, that was just not my cup of tea. And honestly it still isn’t. Nonetheless, things happened faster than I could think them through properly, and now I am in Loki’s service. After some more time I felt like I should be able to repay him for the things he did to help me out, so here is my altar to Him.

Still kind of empty, but then again, I don’t use it regularly. It holds my scramasax (it’s blunt for show-fighting) which I dedicated to Him, my Edda (which I saved from the dumpster of my high schools library eons ago), my runes, a tiny jar currently still empty and the candles I light as an offering now and then.