#feilan

[scalpelsister]

I want flatlands, I want simplicity I need your arms wrapped hard around me flatlands by chelsea wolfe

[serpenthusband]

it's been a while

[fungich]

😳💕

[taz-writes]

the villain besties <3

this is really Dusk's book 2-3 design, and no I will NOT explain the face scar, but I like this hairstyle A LOT more than I like her boring-ass book 1 bob. Book 2 is when most of the Feilan dorks reach their "canon" designs, the way I picture them in my head when I talk about them.

[sadie-wolfdawn]

Anyways while I beat my head against the wall about how to make sadie look, heres my OTHER children (or, well, the main ones). left to right- Morana Talahriel (vengeance paladin shadar-kai), Feilan (half elf barbarian), Leontine Trevelyan (dai protag and human noble rogue)

[druidwolf21]

Prey drive

Leman russ/ reader

A playful joke turns into something darker

Or

A reminder that primarchs aren't quite human

(not proof read as always)

Tw: predator/prey dynamic, mild threat, sexual content,very fluffy ending

Tags:Tags: @beckyninja @moodymisty @thisuserislilsilly @jaghatai-khock @echo-of-damnation @laura-naruto-fan1998 @lemon-russ @astrohymn @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @incrediblethirst @kit-williams @iluminatka16 @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @absynthe-mind

Thick coarse hair tickled your nose as you buried yourself among the pile of heavy furs, Grey and auburn strands rubbing against your skin as you slid beneath the huge oaken bedframe.

Muffling your laugh, you shuffled until you were completely enveloped under the tanned hides. The sound of approaching feet grew louder until your chamber door was thrown open with a loud bang. You clasped your hand over your mouth, a fit of silent giggles wracking your body as a pair of leather boots appear next to you, still splattered with mud and melting snow.

"Little wolf? I know you are here"

You watched as the boots slowly stepped around the bed, the floor groaning under each heavy footfall as they paced. A sharp inhale of air, and then the voice chuckled.

"Do you think you are clever? Your scent is still fresh, feilan"

A shiver ran through as he spoke. Deep and rich, the fenrisian drawl added a roughened edge to his words as Leman Russ stalked around the bed.

"Hiding from me is not a wise move"

With a squeal, large hands grabbed your ankles and hauled you out from your cover, dragging you along the cool floor.

"Not when I enjoy the hunt"

You kicked out, his fingers falling away from you with unexpected ease as you scrambled to your feet and shot off, rolling over the bed and landing on the other side as you spun to face him.

"How was your venture, my lord" you asked innocently, biting back your laughter as you watched him cock his head, his icy blue eyes trained on you.

"It went very well. we killed the beast with ease, as expected" he hummed. You could see tension in his body, even beneath the leather shirt and thick fur coat. His hands clenching and unclenching into fists as he stepped towards you only to pause as you matched his movement and stepped back.

"This is not a game you want to play, little wolf"

A shiver racked up your spine as he spoke, his voice dangerously low, almost a threat. The adrenaline from his hunt was still pumping through his taught muscle as he took another step forward, growling softly as, once again you stepped away.

"And why not?" You questioned, feigning boredom as you tugged at a loose string on your tunic, enjoying the rumble that emanated from the wolf kings chest.

"I won't be able to hold back"

He raised his hand in a calming motion as he saw your eyes dart to the open door and back to him.

"Don't. Run." He warned, chest heaving in massive breaths as he fought to maintain control.

Too late

Flashing a bright grin you leapt forward, ducking under his arm as you sprinted out the door and down the stone hall of the fang. The hair on your neck prickled as the primarch snarled, his thundering steps quickly gaining. Eyes darting back and forward you skidded round a corner, feeling his fingers brush against your shoulder as you slid into a serf access corridor, too small for an Astartes, let alone the mass of muscle and sinew that made up a primarch.

You turned on your heels, a shout of triumph on your lips to goad your hunter.

"What's wrong, Leman, can't you catc-"

You fell back with a shriek as leman slammed into the wall. Roaring, he reached him arm into the shaft, clawing towards you as his other hand ripped into the wall, tearing cement and brick away in his fervour. His eyes dark and long canines bared as his fingers brushed your cheek, desperately aching to catch his prey.

Wet heat trickled down your face from the contact, a thin red ichor that spurred him on. Your nerves were on fire, blood rushing through your veins as your body screamed at you to run. Run fast and far, get away before he catches you.

You stumbled further away from the entrance, trying to slow your heartbeat. The great wolf howled as you stepped beyond his grasp, before eyeing the service shaft and bolting away.

Crap

The aett was his home, he knew this place better than he knew himself.

Your eyes wandered to the clawed gouges in the wall. Deep and ragged, he had shattered stone and rendered metal apart in his outrage. Wiping away the blood from your cheek with a shuddering breath you took off, weaving through the tunnels until your lungs burned from the exertion, only stopping when you found a small door of rusted steel propped open by a forgetful serf.

Peering out you eyed up your next escape.

The corridor had led you to the main hall of the fang. Beneath giant, sloping ceilings a warm, stoked fire burned hot and high in the ancient carved fireplace. A few space wolves lounged on great oaken benches, nursing flagons of potent mjord as they relaxed in the warmth, some still splattered with blood from their earlier hunt or displaying new scars to their brothers.

You stepped through the door, cringing as the hinges squeaked and groaned under the movement. Wincing you looked about, feeling the heavy weighted stare of the space wolves all turn to you.

"What are you doing here so late, My lady" one drawls through a fanged grin. "Come to celebrate our success?" He brothers laugh, raising their drinks in a toast.

"Maybe later, lieutenant Halric. Im a little preoccupied right now"

Halric's amber eyes lingered on the trickle of red slowly weaving down your face, His smile widening as a young blood claw scented the air before whispering in his ear.

"Aaah I see. Trying to outrun the wolf are you, little rabbit?"

You grinned back, a biting response on your tongue to put the Astartes back in his place.

Boom

The pack hollered and howled as Leman Russ barrelled into the hall through the main doors, nostrils flared and mouth pulled back in a snarl as he casts his gaze about. The frozen winds of fenris whipping his hair about him as he lumbers in from outside, snow already melting from his broad shoulders.

"There you are"

"Run My lady!" Halric crowed as the primarch sprinted towards you, fueled by his son's cheers.

Your legs start moving before you realise, pushed forward by adrenaline as the mountain of fang and muscle gallops towards you.

Thoughts a tumbling mess as your blood hammered in your ear, you found yourself backed into a corner. The hall fell silent as Russ stepped up to you, tension thick in the air as he swept a finger through the bloody streak on your face, rubbing it between his fore finger and thumb as he looked down at you silently.

"Game over, little one" he grumbled, pupils still blown and fingers curled as he ran his bloodied fingers across his lip. Your chest was tight, muscles aching and your vision blurred as you stood in his shadow.

He wouldn't hurt you

Would never hurt you.

But the familiar look in his eye was gone, replaced by raw instinct.

And every fibre of your body was screaming at you, begging you to get away.

Dropping, you scrambled between his legs and tumbled towards the open door, ignoring the concerned shout of the space wolves as you vanished into the fenrisian forest.

"Skitja" A young blooded rose to his feet, cussing as you vanish whilst his father stood watching.

"Stay out of it" growled his brother, forcing him to his seat as he gestured at their father. "This isn't your hunt." The Bloodclaw glanced between the primarch and the door, staring as your figure dissolved into the white flurry.

"She could get lost out there" he huffed, looking about the astartes.

Halric laughed, clapping the young warrior on the shoulder as he climbed to his feet, his flagon held high to his primarch.

"Øjor va Russ!'" he bellowed, the pack chanting with him, slamming their fists on the table. "Glory to Russ!"

With a deep, bellowing laugh, Russ ran after you, your scent fresh in his mind as he inhaled the fridged wind. The thrill of the hunt pushing him forward through the night as he picked up your trail.

"If you want to get between father and his prey, be my guest" the lieutenant groaned, returning to his seat and swiping another mug from the tabletop as his lord vanished into the night.

"But trust me, she's only as lost as he wants her to be"

You clutched your tunic to your body, the steel blue wool whipping against your skin in the storm. The lining of warm wolf fur kept the worst of the cold at bay, but couldn't stop it biting at your fingers and nipping your face.

Darkness was settling in quickly around you as the sun began to sink below the horizon. The snow was cold against your legs and ice cling to you as you sprinted through the thickening treeline.

The air burned your lungs with each clouded breath as you slowed, turning about in confusion. The warm light of the Aett was lost, hidden behind thick, snow laden boughs of arching trees, leaving you surrounded by darkening shadows.

Crystal flakes danced in the air, spinning slowly as a new fear crept in.

Lost in the quiet forest of the frozen death world.

Crack

You jumped at the sound as it splintered the silence. The darkness between the trees offering no respite as you peered through the gnarled trunks for the sound source.

"Leman! I know you're out there" you barked, the quiver in your voice betraying you as you tried to straighten yourself against the bitter wind. Nerves frayed and your anxiety at its peak, you flinched at the rolling laugh that echoed from the depths of the woods.

"I warned you little wolf, that you wouldn't like this game"

"I promise I won't run" you gasp backing up against a twisted oak and pressing yourself against its coarse bark in a pitiful attempt of cover.

The wet crunch of fallen pine needles beneath heavy boots had you spinning, ears straining and eye wide as you desperately searched the undergrowth and recoiling as a pair of bright, moonlit eyes appeared through the cover.

"Oh? But I rather like it when you do"

A spray of wet slurry kicked around you as you balked, caving into intuitive pressure as Leman tore free from the underbrush.

Too slow

His bruising grip clutched at your shoulder and with a strangled shriek, you were wretched backwards, slamming into his solid frame, clawing at his forearm in mad panic as he held you against him.

With a triumphant yell, the Primarch flipped you onto your back, towering over you as you shuddered. A large calloused hand rested either side of your hips as he looked down at you, his wide blue eyes trailing over your frame as he bared his canines as a large smile spread across his face.

Laying stunned beneath him, listening to the bellow of his lungs as his breath began to even out, you watched as he slowly clawed back control of himself. His iris' still swamped by his pupils as his gaze flicked over your face, lingering on the cut furrowed through your cheek.

"You scared the shit out of me" you whispered, heart still pounding as you tentatively reaching for his face. His jaw tensed when you ran your fingers through his stubble, before relaxing under your touch.

"I know" he muttered, sweeping his thumb across your cheek.

Russ leant down, pressing his face against your neck and inhaling your scent.

"I couldn't help it" he whispered against you skin as his hands moved to grip your waist, kneading into the soft plush of your hip.

You sighed as his lips moved across your throat. Titling your head, you ran your hands through his blonde hair, tangling in a braid as you pulled him towards you. He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your jaw.

"But I think you enjoyed it"

The primarch's breath was hot on your skin as his hand danced across the waistband of your trousers, now soaked with melting snow. You felt his lips curl in a smirk as he snuck below the fabric, sliding towards your core.

"I could hear your heart beating" he muttered as he ran a finger through your growing slick, coating the digit before pressing it softly against your clit. "Like a frightened little rabbit"

You crooned at the touch, arching your back towards him as he rubbed circles across your sensitive bud.

"And look at you now"

His lips crashed into yours as you writhed under his touch. He tasted wild and fresh, smoke, spice and pine overwhelming you as he ran his tongue across your lips before pushing in to taste you. You moaned into the kiss as he slid a finger inside your cunt, curling against the soft spot that made your eyes roll whilst his thumb rubbed against your clit.

"L-eman" you gasped, clawing at his shoulders as his mouth suckled against your collar, nipping and marring the skin. "Fuck I'm gonna-"

You cried out as you came, your legs shaking as Russ kept stroking your walls through your orgasm. You fell back panting as the wolf wretched the furs over his head and tossed them to the snow before ripping your tunic away. Your fingers tangled through his blonde locks as he wretched down your trousers and mouthed at your wet cunt, lapping at your slick as his calloused palms held your legs open.

"Too much" you whined, tugging on his hair as you twitched.

"We eat what we catch on Fenris" he growled, his nose brushing your overworked clit as he devoured you,

"Please, leman I cant~"

You sobbed as his tongue lathed over the pussy, thrusting into your soaked hole before twisting around your nub, building you back towards a crescendo. Russ grinned against your skin, nipping your thigh as he wrung another orgasm from your shaking body.

Leman leaned back on his knees, admiring his work as you shuddered and gasped before tugging down his own trousers. Palming his length, he leant over you again, nudging his leaking tip against your entrance.

"I've earned my prize, don't you think"

Sparks danced behind your eyelids at his size as he pushed forward, laying his hips flush to yours in one smooth movement. Your walls burned with excursion at his girth as he stretched you around his cock, your muscles twitching as they adjusted.

"Pretty little cunt takes me so well" he crooned,stroking your hips as he pulled your ass against his thighs, your legs resting against his scarred abs. With excruciating slowness he dragged himself out of your pussy, before thrusting the full length back in. You arched against the floor as he rutted into you, dragging his tip against your g spot with each luxurious clash of his hips against yours.

He leant forward, pushing you ankles by your ears. With mouth gaping open, breathy moans fell from your lips as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing his cock. You smirked slightly as he growled in fenrisian, his teeth grazing your neck as you clenched around him.

"Do you like that, my wolf" you breathed, dragging your nails down his shoulders as you clenched around him again.

"Do you like claiming this little Cunt as your prize"

With a snarl, Russ flipped you over, pushing your face down his fur coat as he held your hips in the air before slamming back in.

"I think I do" he rumbled in your ear, marking your shoulder as he fucked into you. Tears flowed freely as you, staining the bristly fur as pleasure clouded your mind.

"And I think you like knowing that my whole pack knows what I do to you, woman"

"Fuck Leman" you cried, reaching back to claw at your thigh as you knot in your gut snapped. You threw your head back as you choked, your orgasm ripping through your body.

"Like a bitch in heat" the wolf huffed, his own thrusts becoming irregular. You flushed at his words, the wet sound of your cum squelching around his member loud in your ears.

You bit your lip and crushed your eyes shut, fighting for control of your body as it turned to mush beneath his touch. His fingers dancex across every sensitive nerve and tender muscle sending ripples of pleasure through you.

"please" you whimpered.

With a broken groan leman came, pushing himself deep inside your dripping cunt as he filled you with hot spend. His hips jerked as he twitched, shooting hot ropes against your fluttering walls, spoiling out around him and dripping into the melting snow below.

As he pulled out, you collapsed onto the fur coat, groaning as you began to feel the ache. He chuckled lowly as he ran a warm, calloused hand down your back towards your ass, spreading you apart as he watched his spend drip from between your legs.

"Now that's a pretty sight" he rumbled, patting your backside before rising to his feet.

You remained silent as he gathered you in his arms, pulling you close to his bare chest. Pressing your head against the soft hair of his pec, you listened to the rhythm of his dual hearts as they echoed through his muscled chest. Absentmindedly running your hand along the map of scars along his breast you looked up to find him watching you, startling softness in his expression.

"What?"

He shook his head, clutching you close as he strode through the dark forest. His lungs sounded like billows through his ribs as he powered through the glittering snow, the light of the fang already in view.

"Leman, what?"

His blue eyes remained trained ahead as he responded.

"Just think I should make you a true mother to my sons"

He paused as he approached the doors to the Aett, the space wolves pack already howling as laughing as you approached.

"Marry me"

Your jaw dropped, fingers freezing as he set you on your feet with the heavy wet fur draped over your shoulder. You watched, dumbstruck as he dropped to his knee in front of you, taking your hand and dwarfing it in his own grip.

"Marry me" he said again.

The pack fell silent behind you, a single breath unheard as everyone waited for your response.

"I will"

There are no wolves in Fenris, is how the saying goes. But that night, in the light of a full moon, admit the soft silent fall of fresh snow, the Fang was alive with a thousand howls as the wolves sang for their king.

[justanisabelakinnie]

Awww so sweet!

Who’s your comfort character? 🥹

THIS GUY

[scorpionrising]

there is love that doesn't have a place to rest — ch. 1

pairing: finan x fem!oc word count: 2395 content warning: this fic deals explicitly with the trauma of sexual assault. while there are no drawn out, graphic scenes, it is made explicitly clear what is going on. for context: oc is uhtred's daughter and was captive in dunholm for all her childhood. proceed with caution. additionally, expect canon typical attitudes, behaviors, violence, etc.

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“no words appear before me in the aftermath salt streams out my eyes and into my ears every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness 'cause it's all over now, all out to sea” –taylor swift, bigger than the whole sky

Ravna awoke in a blind panic, scrambling about her bed and gasping for air. The scent of smoke was heavy in her lungs, vision going hazy. She screamed up a storm, wailing as loud as she could. Surely someone would be able to hear and help. Something was keeping her trapped, holding her arms down. But the room was on fire. She knew it was. She screamed louder, head flinging back into her pillows. 

The door opened with such force that it flew from the hinges. Hazy as the smoke, her father stood in front of her. Her screams stopped as he came into focus, turning into gasping hiccups. 

“Oh, igða,” he whispered, sitting down beside her with a frown. He ran a hand down the back of her head and pulled her into an embrace as she began to sob against him. He shushed her gently, rocking both their bodies. “What is it? What do you dream of?”

“Fire,” she gasped, curling her fingers into the soft material of his shirt. 

He made a small noise, but did not stop rubbing her back. He hummed quietly to calm her, but it did not stop her racing heart. 

“Breathe,” he instructed. “You need to breathe.” 

“I cannot,” she said. 

“You must.” 

She tried, she really tried. She listened to the steady thrumming of his heart and his own quiet breathing. He brought his hand up and down along her spine, continuing his humming. He did this until the sun began to rise and filter the room with golden light and her eyes began to drift shut. He did this until long after her eyes drifted shut and his followed. 

It was Gisela who woke them hours later, Ravna’s little sister in her arms. Stiorra lept from her mother’s grip and onto the bed. The toddler giggled, smacking her meaty fists into Ravna’s face as her feet dug into their father’s stomach. 

“Devil child,” Ravna groaned, rolling away, hardly able to remember the dream from the night before. 

Stiorra giggled even more shrilly as their father grabbed her by the legs and tickled her viciously. Gisela smiled and looked to Ravna. She held out her hand and beckoned Ravna away from her father and sister. 

“You frightened me last night,” Gisela whispered, looping her hands around Ravna’s upper arm. “Will you tell me what ails you?” 

“I apologize,” Ravna said, bowing her head. “I hope I did not wake Stiorra or Feilan.” 

She thought of her little brother and his quiet, watchful disposition. He shared a name with their father, but she felt it too strange to call the little boy Uhtred. That was a man’s name, and Feilan was her little wolf. 

“It is no matter,” Gisela said. “It is you I worry about.”

Ravna glanced down, embarrassed. Gisela, seeming to notice this, tutted quietly and patted Ravna’s arm. 

“Do not fret,” Gisela said. “I am concerned. You have been plagued by these nightmares for a fortnight.” 

Ravna shook her head. “It is nothing. Merely dreams.” 

“Dreams have meaning,” Gisela said. “There is something haunting you.” 

Ravna frowned, uncomfortable with the attention given. She much preferred when everyone was fixated on Feilan or Stiorra, rather than her. She found it difficult when eyes were on her, reminding her all too well of how it felt to be caged.

“I know how to make a tea so that when you sleep, it is dreamless,” Gisela said. “Would you like me to brew it for you?”

“It works?” Ravna asked. 

“It does. I have used it many times.”

Ravna wondered what it was that haunted Gisela, who was a seemingly perfect woman. In the year since Ravna came to live with her father and his new wife, Ravna had not once heard Gisela even begin to raise her voice, and she was always kind to everyone. Whatever it was that tormented her, Ravna’s heart ached. 

“Thank you,” Ravna said. She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked around. “I will go down to the river later, I think.”

Gisela smiled at her. “More drawing?”

Ravna nodded, unable to meet the woman’s eye. Another thing that made Gisela so delightful was how she did not push conversation. She allowed it to ebb and flow, like water, and never grew upset when Ravna was no longer interested in keeping up with talking halfway through it. 

After eating—one whole egg and half an apple under her father’s careful supervision—and dressing in proper clothes, Ravna slipped from the hall and found her path through the woods. With expert feet, she made her way to the spot she found with Sihtric the summer she first came to live with her father and he was the only face she knew. It was at the widest part of the river that ran through Coccham’s wood, with weathered boulders large enough to sprawl on without fear of rolling off. 

In her eight years imprisoned at Dunholm, she rarely ever was allowed outdoors. No longer a slave, she could be free in the fresh air and sunlight. She would even take a miserable rainstorm over being inside all day. She needed to be far away from walls and locked doors. Even now, having been free from her dark prison for as long as she had been kept there, this was the only place she truly never felt caged. 

So, she sat on the rocks, lifted her face to the sun, and hummed quietly to herself as she drew. She listened to the world all around her; the rushing water, the birdsong, the rustle of leaves, the whistle of wind, the twigs snapping. She opened her eyes and sighed.

“I know you’re there, Finan.” 

His bearded face emerged from the brush.

“How in God’s name did ya’ know it was me?” 

She grinned. “Who else would my father send after me?”

“He is worried about ya’, ceann beag.” 

“He does not need to be. They are merely dreams.”

“Night terrors of the very thing that stole your family,” he corrected, maneuvering over the rocks and coming to sit down beside her. “Is his concern not so understandable?”

“No,” Ravna sighed, flopping backwards. “I still wish he would not.”

“Now, now. Worrying about you is something he will do until he stops breathing.”

Ravna rolled her eyes, knowing the warrior so often delegated to looking after her was right in his words. 

“I’ve been asked to bring you back for lunch,” Finan said.

Ravna nodded, expecting this. “Has the whole morning really gone by?”

“Yes,” Finan said, standing up and beginning his descent down the rocks. “And you might want to prepare yourself. The king is here.”

“What?” Ravna nearly slipped in her shock, but Finan swiftly steadied her. “Why?”

“I assume that is what we will come to learn.”

Ravna moaned miserably and took hold of his arm as she clambered down. She liked Finan for a great many reasons, but namely because he often understood her in a greater sense than her father did. Uhtred had been barely more than a child himself when Ravna came along, and then she had been so young when Kjartan took her. He never got to truly be her father and still struggled to see her as someone other than the five year old girl he watched get ripped from the flames of their burning hall. Finan, however, had been a slave for a great while when he met Uhtred on that slave ship, and he understood captivity in a more intimate sense than her father did. 

In all her grief, she was still a woman grown. 

“Must I really join them?” Ravna asked. “I’d much rather find wherever Osferth has skulked off to.”

“The King likes you for some reason only God, Himself, knows, lady,” Finan said. “He’ll be in a better mood if you’re there.” 

“Is that all I’m good for? Placating kings?”

Finan shot her a look. “Ya’ know that’s not what I meant.” 

She snorted and marched on. Whenever the king came to visit, he always brought with him a horde of guards and even more priests. They milled about the village, looking out of place in the casual comfort of Coccham. Finan was behind her with every step she took as though he were a shadow, as though he thought she were going to make a run for it. In all fairness, she was considering it. There were several other places she would have rather gone than the hall. But, she did as she was bid and walked inside. 

Sihtric was seated at the table a little ways down, which took Ravna by surprise. His wife had given birth to a son barely a week before and Sihtric had seldom left her side since then. She held in a sigh. This was surely important, then. She went to take a seat by him, but Finan held his arm out to stop her. He shook his head and gestured towards the head of the table where her father was sat. She bit the inside of her cheek and, again, did as she was bid. 

“Lord King,” she said, bowing her head in deference. 

He looked thinner, more gray, than he had when she saw him last during his daughter’s wedding. His health had been failing him for years, and Ravna could not help but wonder when his god would finally come for him. 

“Ravna, my dear,” he said, “you look well.” 

“Thank you, Lord,” she said, sitting down beside her father. 

Uhtred pushed a bowl filled with stew in front of her, and then placed a large bread roll in her hands. She ripped a small piece off the bread and dunked it into the stew. She hated eating like this, when so many eyes could fall on her. 

“I hear you have taken an interest in the Holy Book,” Alfred said.

Ravna looked down. She could hardly say she had taken an interest in Christianity, just that she was trying to understand more about the world. She did not understand the notion of something being both all good and all powerful. At least her father’s religion acknowledged that the gods were cruel and petty. She swallowed down the rising ball in her throat and forced a smile. 

“Yes, Lord,” she said.

What she did not say was that most of her lessons on Christianity were had with Osferth. She was confident the king would not like that, nor would his many priests. She glanced up to where Father Beocca was sat, across from her father and next to Finan. 

An old and trusted friend of her father’s from his childhood in Bebbanburg, Father Beocca had always been kind. When she lived with Thyra in the aftermath of Dunholm while her father still searched for a place to call his own, Father Beocca would visit often. She wondered where Thyra was—if she had joined the king’s party in their visit, or if she stayed in Winchester. Ravna had to assume the latter, if her aunt was not here at the table. 

“That is very good to hear,” Alfred said, an approving smile on his face. 

Her father nudged her shoulder with his, a twinkle in his eyes telling her that she was doing well. Warm in the face, Ravna looked down at her bowl and mushed the spoon around. Idle talk was made, and Ravna almost would have believed this to be a purely social visit. It was not until the bowls were cleared away and Alfred clasped his hands together atop the table that Ravna knew something dark awaited them on the horizon. 

“You are needed, Uhtred, at the northern border of Wealas,” Alfred said. “The Britons and Danes alike have been tormenting and raiding several villages and they must be beaten back.” 

Her father sighed heavily, as though he had been expecting this. Ravna frowned as well. She knew what this meant. Her father would ride off, perhaps to his death, and she would not see him for months. She would stay, without him once more, and Stiorra and Feilan would grow. Unable to bear it any longer, she excused herself at the earliest pause in conversation with the lie of having promised to help Gisela with the children. 

Her stepmother was outside behind the hall, sat on a large blanket with her two children sprawled beside her.

“What now?” Gisela asked with a sigh, noticing Ravna’s face. 

“Raiders from Wealas,” Ravna mumbled.

Gisela hummed, running a hand through Stiorra’s fine hair. “It never ends,” she said in a falsely happy tone, as if to not alert the children. 

Ravna pressed her lips together and sat down with her crossed over each other. Feilan’s head was at her knee, his eyes barely open. He had a sweet face and soft features, while Stiorra was far more severe—even at merely three years old. 

“Hello, my sweet,” she mumbled to her little brother. 

He wrinkled his nose and shifted so that he could use her thigh as a pillow. Stiorra, noticing her big brother, sat up from her position on her mother’s lap and crawled over to join Ravna and Feilan. Ravna smiled and began to mimic the motion Gisela had been making. 

“They love you very much,” Gisela said quietly.

Despite her ire at her father’s impending departure, Ravna preened a bit at the compliment. She loved her siblings fiercely, even if she had been fifteen when Feilan was born and eighteen when Stiorra came about. There were years and years of difference between them, but when they looked at her, they did not see the ghosts of Kjartan’s abuse. How could she not adore them? 

“And so do I, you know,” Gisela continued. She reached out and grabbed Ravna’s hand. “I know I am perhaps too young for you to ever view me as a mother, but please know I love you just as much as I do your siblings.” 

Ravna blinked, stunned. It was a precarious situation; her father being six years Gisela’s elder, and Gisela being only nine years Ravna’s elder. In another life, Gisela might have been a more sisterly figure. However, Ravna’s life was what it was, and Gisela was the closest she would ever come to a true mother.

“Thank you,” Ravna whispered, unable to say much more. 

[scalpelsister]

thank you SO MUCH @jamessunderlandgf & @red-nightskies (<the artist of this beautiful piece!) for gifting me this art of Feilan and Shadowheart ❤️ I love you guys saure much + this truly means the world to me. thank you for listening to my many insane ramblings about guidance being a touch spell AND getting me art about it 😭❤️

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I KNOW!!!

Characters that should have beauty marks...but don't. 😕

[deertism]

🐺💻 — SILVERWOLF THEMED NAMES!

ⓘ = names / prns / titles that the computer himself uses that you may also use !

🐺💻 — wolfe , silver , punklorde , wire , wyre ⓘ , stella , beta , coda , neo ⓘ , cy , cyber , digi , graffiti , byte , malware , siri , steel , synth ⓘ , codette , chaos , vi , virus , vale , halo , crypt , para , paradox , proxy , genesis , zion , meteor , astra , phantom , jinx , oblivion , pixel , ego , lithium , lithie , error , simula , aero , deci , lock , data , trix , trixy , trixie , nix , radia , canine , k9 , luna , lupis, timber , timberwolf , geri , freki , grim , grimm, lykos , fenrir , marchocias , feilan , vargr , fael , helio , astro , celest , celestia , orion , nova , apollo

[tephra]

I did a fair amount of knitting in December with no clear goals, just to be knitting and not thinking about things (2023 was not a good year and bit me one more time a week before Christmas). I recently finished up a couple of my distraction projects and actually photographed them (halfassedly) so I'm posting them about here and there.

Buttercup Miniatures Noel sweater (advent calendar 2020) that I knit in the round. I still had to sew in the sleeves and the collar and I refuse to look to closely at either. My knitting is fine, but sewing seams with no selvedge and in dark yarn that fuzzes up if you look at it funny is more than I can deal with right now. But at least it answered the question of whether or not I could get it over Abbey's head! Lionbrand Amazing Lace yarn on US0 (2mm) needles.

This one was more knitting just to be knitting than even the last one. I just wanted to know how large the hexagon would turn out with Amazing Lace and size 1 (2.25mm) needles. I just knit the rest of the sweater for the fun of knitting it and expected it to be too large for my ~45cm dolls and too small for my ~65cm ones. Turns out acceptably "big comfy" on Rico (Dollzone Feilan, body b45-001),

The pattern is basically my Snow Bunny (free) which is pretty much a collage of Norah Gaughan's work. This time I used her Brea bag pattern's hexagon rather than her snowflake cable. I did make modifications which I detail in my Ravelry project page (account required for that I think).

I'll probably end up revising Snow Bunny for deeper hem ribbing like this eventually.

[taz-writes]

so i tentatively started working on feilan again the other day?

just one hitch: because it has been FOUR ENTIRE YEARS since i got anything substantive done with this, i am rewriting from the bottom up again… my writing style has just changed way too much to keep working on the same core.

also, chapter 1 isn’t working the way i want it to anymore. it’s very charming, i still adore it, but it does not establish sayara as the type of person i want her to be… so new plot hook here we go!!!

patch notes: sayara is no longer a complete fucking idiot, and now remembers that the convention of tribes exists. jokes about defacing libraries replaced with jokes about pocket rocks, which MIGHT just come into play in the finale… ;)

[queersrus]

i need names, pronouns, and titles for a wolf loverboy

names:

wolf, wolfe, wulf, wolfram cannon, cathwulf, connor, conchobhar, conri, cuan randy, rolf lupe, lupeta, lykos ingo, ingolf howl, howle, howler ulfr fenrir, freki, feilan, faelan, fael geri, grey/gray beowulf

more here

prns: - 3rd p

wo/wolf, wolf/wolfs, wo/olf, wolf/wolfing, wolf/wolves, wolf/raven, wolf/lover, wolf/loverboy pack/packs hunt/hunts, hunt/hunter, hunt/hunting, how/howl, howl/howls full/moon moon/moons grr/grrs, grr/growl, growl/growls, grey/wolf claw/claws bite/bites arctic/wolf raven/wolf lover/boy, loverboy/loverboys

titles:

the lover of wolves, the wolf lover, the wolf, the wolf loverboy, the loverboy, the boy who loves wolves

(prn) who loves wolves

wolf lover, lover of wolves, loverboy of/for wolves, wolf boy

[druidwolf21]

Leman russ x f reader

Return

Ugh I had to, I love him so much

I need this man carnally

Everyone Please lemme know your thoughts!!

Warning for LEWD NSFW

I tried to include some (what Google says) Norse words but they could be wrong please don't yell!

Drottning-queen

Feilan-little wolf

Ástin min-my love

@moodymisty @beckyninja @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @lemon-russ

I'm tagging you guys because I love you from afar and need your opinion 🥺

You carried yourself high, head raised and back straight as you walked along the halls of the Hrafnkel. The iron walls of the battleship were sporadically peppered with tapestries of great battles, wolves and glory, but they were of little interest to you as you strode onward, your hand gently gripping the dense fur of the fenrisian wolf who prowled beside you.

Astartes nodded to you as you walked, some muttering "Feilan" as you passed.

You shook your head slightly and slowed. "little wolf" you muttered to yourself "A fitting name I suppose, don't you agree, Frenki?"

You looked to the large wolf and cocked your head. It's large amber eyes stared back at you as you as you scratched its shoulder before setting off again.

No time to dawdle

"let us go to our Lord then, shall we?" You smile picking up the pace as you draw closer to the ebony doors. You reach out a hand to grasp the silvered handle when the wood swings open and you are faced with the fur and steel armour of a marine.

"Dróttning" he greeted, slamming a ceremite fist to his chest in greeting, the noise ringing down the hall.

"chapter master Grimnar, it does me well to see you" you smiled in return at the man towering over you "I assume your business with my lord is concluded? I have urgent matters to discuss"

The grizzled warrior raised a brow before speaking "indeed my lady, I now have other duties to attend" He dippes his chin and passed by, roughly scratching Frenki's head as he did so. "I shall advise our brothers Lord Russ will be indisposed until further notice"

"my thanks, chapter master" you flitted through the gap in the door and closed it softly behind you.

Frenki lapped a long wet tongue against your arm before bolting past you to leap at his brother, rolling in the pile of furs as he rejoice at the reunion.

Your eye however, was drawn somewhere much different.

You watched as leman slugged off his heavy furs and dropped his leather tunic to the floor, the muscles under his skin working as he stretched, running a callused hand through his hair, stood only in his woolen trousers, he knelt to remove a boot.

Walking over you ran a hand over his back, following the line of his muscle and scars up his back until your hand found his hair.

You gently began untwisting one of the braids in his hair as your lips met his ear.

"my wolf" you whispered, gently biting at his lobe.

You gasp as you are suddenly lifted into the air, feet dangling as lips meet yours, arms wrapped around your waist holding you close. You feel a tongue run across your lips, tasting you. You moan into the touch and pull away, panting slightly as eyes the colour of ice stare into you before dropping you onto a bed of soft sheets and furs.

"I have missed you, my lord" you sigh, pulling gently at his hair. Leman grins at you, large canines bared as he looks down at you. Heat rises up your neck and into your cheeks, feeling like a hare caught by the wolf, you sigh again as he presses his face into your neck, biting and sucking at your skin.

A hand snakes it's way up your dress, following the soft skin of your thigh before stopping at your core and you moan at the contact, pressing yourself into his hand.

"I can tell" he smirks "so wet for me, before I have even touched you" He presses a finger slowly inside you and you moan, arching into him as he slowly moves in and out. "So eager to please, such a good girl"

His other hand find the front of you dress and pulls the fabric down, your skin prickles as the sudden chill, until he brings his mouth down and drags his tongue across a sensitive nipple.

"p.please" you gasp, reaching for him, only to have both of your wrists grasped and pressed down to the mattress above your head

"please what?"

Again with that throne damned smirk

You feel a familiar sensation rising as he continues to finger in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit as your heart beat is like a hammer in your ears and you cry out as pleasure washes over you

"you sing so sweetly when you cum" he sighed, releasing your wrists and stripping his trousers, before leaning over you again

"russ please" you beg, breathless "I need you.."

Your begging is silenced as He bites into your shoulder, easing himself between your wet folds. You gasp, feeling yourself being filled to your limit as he slides inside you.

"such a good girl, your pretty little cunt takes every inch" he growls, fully sheathing himself in you. You moan and arch into him again, hands clawing at his back before falling back to grasp the sheets as he begins pumping into you.

His arms are either side of your head as he gazes down at you, his thighs hitting your ass as he drives himself deep inside you, you turn your head to the side, only for him to grasp your chin and turn you back to him.

"look at me" he panted "I want to see your pretty little face as you cum"

You feel the heat rising in your core again and whimper, trying to keep your head unclouded, but God's, he's so big, and the way he looks at you, the moans as he fuck you...

Leman spits a curse as feels you tighten around him, cumming.

"already?" he grumbled, thrusting into you more erratically " you must've been so lonely if you cum for me so easily" he grunted as he leans closer, lifting your thighs up and grabbing your ass roughly to hit deeper, if that was even possible.

"only for you my wolf" you cry, feeling as though all sense is being fucked from your brain "I am only yours"

Leman snarled and pounded into you harder, fucking you into the mattress, his eyes wild and he tangled a hand in your hair, pulling your head up so he could run his tongue along your throat.

"mine, all mine, little wolf" he moaned as you felt him cum inside you, his breath erratic and his hips thrust to drive it as deep inside you as he could before he finally stopped, resting in his forearms above your flushed body, his blonde hair tickling your skin as he slowly raised himself off you, pulling himself out of your warmth and you sighed at the suddenly empty feeling, wishing already to be filled again. You sit up and feel a heavy fur being pulled across your shoulders to shield you from any chill.

"I have missed you, my sweet" you smile tiredly, staring up at the Primark as he adjusted the pelt.

"Ástin min" he smiled sweetly, sweeping a hand across your face " would that I never have to leave your side" he winked at you "or your bed"

You rolled your eyes and laughed, before standing and reaching for him

"come my lord, let me finish your braids"

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omg it's her!!!!!!

uhh hi

@thisismisogynoir