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cryptidclaw · 1 year

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Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is!

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place!

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish

Fish

Bass

Bream

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone

Apricot

Barley

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc.

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #?#Im tempted to use these in the au #some characters deserve some more fun names hehe #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors #warriors names #warriors naming #warriors prefixes

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mouthsfullofsharpteeth · 11 months

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Marble Hornets as Animals

Tim- Grizzly Bear

Jay- hes gotta be a mustelid but i cant decide between stoat, ermine, and pine marten. so heres a marten

Brian- can never decide between a hawk, wolf, or fox but i went with a red tailed hawk here

Alex- deer. the antlers shedding, the classic ‘deer in headlights’ look, the antler clashing for fights. yes. sometimes i also go for rabbits or dogs but generally, alex kralie is an aggressive prey animal to me

Jessica- this girl is a mouse. she is a mousegirl

Seth- taking a LOT of inspo from the ‘seth totheark white doll’ headcanon but im saying he is a white wolf because like theyre persistence predators, ie he keeps showing up out of nowhere around jay. another one could also be a stoat or ermine especially bc the winter coat. but wolf also = dog

Amy- i want u to know. i am not just saying this because alex was a deer. but however. Amy just gives me such strong doe vibes. that or maybe a cute little songbird. shes just. she

Sarah- OWL. GREAT HORNED OWL. resting bitch face, sharp ass talons. yes. i also like her being a spider but spiders freak me out so im not doing that one

Okay so this post degraded a lot as it went on and on and i ended up providing explanations for some anyway, but if anyone would like to discuss or talk more about it, come on into my asks

#marble hornets #tim wright #jay merrick #brian thomas #alex kralie #jessica locke #seth wilson #amy walters #sarah reid

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cypherdecypher · 1 year

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Animal of the Day!

American Marten (Martes americana)

(Photo in public domain)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Canada; Northern United States

Size (Weight/Length)- 1.4 kg; 71 cm

Diet- Small mammals; Birds; Fruits

Cool Facts- The American marten, also called the pine marten, is a small but essential carnivore to the North American wilderness. Being nocturnal in the winter and diurnal in the summer, American martens travel a relatively small territory and often stick to the trees to avoid much larger predators such as coyotes and bears. Their main prey source are voles and mice, making them essential towards keeping rodent populations from exploding. In addition, American martens help to spread wild blueberry and huckleberry seeds by eating the fruits and well… you know. Females give birth to smaller litters in the spring in hollow logs and gaps in boulder formations. The kits stay with their mother throughout the summer as she teaches them to hunt but they often split once the leaves start falling.

Rating- 11/10 (Just looing for a cuddle.)

#Animal of the day #Animals #Mammals #Marten #Wednesday #December 7 #American marten #Pine marten #biology #science #conservation #the more you know

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wispstalk · 11 months

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bruma vignettes

Bruma in spring: The roads, clear of snow for the first time in months, offer no easy passing. The forested slopes soak up meltwater; the roads turn to mush, rutted deep with wagon-tracks, the movement of herds to fresh pastures where the grass bursts from the sleeping soil.

The Hero of Kvatch and his apprentice go out ranging. Looking for sinister signs among this flurry of movement: reddening skies, whiffs of sulfur. Combing the wilderness for arches of black stone, witnessed only by themselves and the hawks. One erupts from the spongy ground of a pristine glade, turning it hard and cracked and burnt. Sparrows and stags and pine martens flee. The two hunters enter.

After the gate falls, the Hero of Kvatch stalks back to the trail. No one is faster than his apprentice, but his long legs outpace her. Absorbed in his brooding, he vanishes around the hairpin turns that snap back and forth across the mountain.

She finds him waiting for her on a rocky ledge that punches a gap in the masses of trees. A nice view of the valley below. He’s chewing something. Holds out his hand: a spruce tip, such a bright green it seems to glow with reckless optimism.

For fending off scurvy and spring sicknesses, he tells her. That is the lens through which he sees the world: its ailments. He sets about filling his hip pouch with the buds, claims it makes a pleasant tea. Raw and fresh, the initial taste is bitter, the texture like soft caterpillar legs dancing over her tongue. She almost spits it out. Endures. Savors the reward of subtle earth and spice that lingers in her mouth, all the way to the temple.

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Bruma in summer: Sweltering days giving way to cool nights. No one quite knows how to dress themselves. Pile on layers, peel them off, odd assemblies of thick woolen shawls and trousers hacked off at the knee. Sticky, fragrant shade beneath the bowed branches of the laurels; sere fields and pastures where they have been cleared away. The sun makes lazy exits and the markets become livelier in the evenings once the breeze kicks up. Music and chatter drifting from tavern doors, flung open wide.

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Bruma in autumn: A storm surges up from the balmy Abecean. The Jeralls turn their backs and let it blow itself out. Pounding rain recruits cold and wind on its way north, turns to hail: the lash of Kynareth or a tribute to the stone.

Down in the foothills, the trees throw out one last defiant burst of color. Clad like festival dancers, they form a circle around the valley with all its smoking chimneys, a sort of reverse bonfire. They shed their red and gold finery in tantalizing pieces. Naked grey branches, stoic in the wake of their revels, keep weary watch over the houses nestled in the cradle of the mountains.

Peer through the windows of those houses, glowing gold with lantern-light. See that there are harvests on the tables within, despite everything.

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Bruma in winter: There is a path, hidden by hemlock branches and the bare skeletons of wormwood, that carves its way into the sky. Now it is so clogged with snow that those who walk it must wear bearpaws of bent willow and tie trailing sprays of pine to their packs to mask their footsteps.

When the snow-haze lifts, the temple in the sky can almost be seen. A determined eye might catch a rocky ledge where the shapes are a bit too regular. The temple meets that gaze with indifference: any challenger must first survive the climb.

Within Cloud Ruler, there is safety and boredom. The Blades spread crushed rock on the icy battlements, in part to make their patrols less perilous, and in part for something to do. The heir to the throne is a fixture in the great hall. His eyes grow shadowy as the long nights, his hands stain with ink, the cedar smoke of the hearth sinks into his hair and the roughness of his rare-used voice.

He realizes that it has been days, or weeks, or— some time since he has been out to greet the sun. Its wan light feels like a cruel mirror. But he goes around gathering up armor against the biting wind: a shirt that smells of a friend, smoke and sweat and horse and iron. A bearskin coat over that, and an old worn blanket of checked wool.

His slippered feet are unsteady on the hard-packed ice despite the gravel. He makes it to the battlements, stares down at the expanse of grey and white that yawns beneath him. Snaps an icicle the length of his arm off the ledge of the wall. Holds it up, considers the way it gathers up enough wan light to glitter.

He hucks it, like a spear, at a crooked spruce that clings to the downslope. The tree shudders and drops its burden of snow. The shatter and soft thump are amplified, bouncing off rock faces, and a patch of snow shifts and slides until it comes to rest against a boulder.

He lets out a soft curse and a laugh. Careless. Petulant. All the snow that mantles these moutains could be brought down, perhaps by a shout of anguish or frustration or sheer bafflement. The heir to the empire has had enough of inviting catastrophe. He knows how to take pleasure in a little peace and quiet.

White peaks scrape holes in a matching sky and vanish into them. These austere mountains have borne the cold for countless turns of the season, before there were people to do any counting. They will weather more yet.

#trying to get out of these characters heads a bit and failing lol #i just CANNOT purge oblivion from my system i need to be leeched #tes oblivion #martin septim #hero of kvatch #oc: tanis #oc: coradri #ray writes

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fictional-malewife-tournament · 1 year

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Here’s our line up guys. 👍

Here is the list right now, there is a lot so they’ll be seperated into 8 groups and then we will go through all of those 8 groups to get to the end.

group 1:

Rom vs Puss in boots

Alex (stardew) vs Jim Kirk

Roulx Kaard vs Jin Zixuan

Caleb wittebane vs 2bdamned

David Kostyk vs Mirabel’s dad

Kanji tatsumi vs Papyrus

Bob vs weyoun

Donkey vs Duster

Gren vs Janus the silverdeath

Lloyd vs Hannibal lector

Todoroki vs Gajeel redfox

David (lilo) vs link (botw)

Sugawara vs Pixel-Mess

M!Robin vs Stanley pines

Ben Chang vs Quirrel

Saul Goodman vs Will graham

Group 2:

Kiryu vs Hero

The medic vs Ron

Percy Jackson vs professor Layton

Neelix vs Iggy frome

King Harrow vs Lucas (Runs factory five)

Yu Narakami vs Elliot (stardew)

Jakob vs Aoi kurashiki

Sokka vs Moxie

Nightwing vs tatsu

Archer (emiya) vs Master splinter (2018)

Barius vs Forrest

Ryuuji vs Jay walker

Sanji vs Garmadon

Quark vs Kaito

Fox mulder vs tenma tsukasa

Leon (Pokémon) vs Delbert Doppler

group 3:

Berdly vs Marten Reed

Kai (ninjago) vs James

Usui vs Gobber

Charlie vs Steve Harrington

Alec lightwood vs kronk

Paper vs Dr octopus

Discord vs Dedue

Arven vs Harvey Dent

Hunter vs Christopher Pike

Narciso vs Kermit

Cletus Jones vs Gomez Addams

Tom vs The king

Klavier Gavin vs Greg Universe

Kamado Tanjiro vs Brock (unikitty)

Ashe vs Louis Moriarty

Sisko vs dale lee

Group 4:

Trip vs Brady

Franky (one piece) vs Tom Wambsgans

Shinra vs Jaskier

Your father vs Banquo

Silver the hedgehog vs Troy Barnes

Archer vs Space Boyfriend

Donald Duck vs Mr clean

Ren vs Nandor the relentless

Cove Holden vs Magnus Burnside

Bail organa vs Hiccup

Riker vs Corpus

yoo joonghyuck vs Kazuki

Fan vs kunikida doppo

Lazlo cravensworth vs loid forger

Peter b Parker vs Ken

Ryunosuke Naruhodo vs venti

group 5:

Prince Fluff vs Sarek

Nagito vs Zagreus

Macbeth vs Lucas (mother 3)

Stede vs Anakin skywalker

Tack vs Felix Madrigal

Jason mendoza vs N (murder drones)

Ren (oxenfree) vs Soren

Saru vs Kaveh

Castiel vs Yarne

Ivor vs King furgus

Kuboyasu Aren vs James Wilson

Yeza Brenatto vs Kristoff

Makoto Naegi vs Stoick

Tomohisa Kaname vs hunk

Peeta vs Jadzia

Kim Gonja vs Henry clerval

Group 6:

Ron delite vs wang pangzi

Sam (Sam and max) vs Emmett

Kazuha vs serizawa katsuya

Jayce talis vs Asmodeus (iruma-kun)

Kai satou vs Professor Saguaro

Steve cob vs Minato Namikaze

Dean Winchester vs Chakotay

Eugene Fitzherbert vs Chat noir

Spitelout vs Spock

Matt hooper vs Childe

Siegblut vs Worf

Edric Blight vs Yanki

Control (from southern reach) vs Tuco Salamanca

Seteth vs Louis de pointe du lac

Maes hughes vs Kazuma Asogi

Dr Watson vs Thoma

Group 7:

Tennisball vs Barry bluejeans

Luigi vs Hatsuharu

Snotlout vs howl

Jay (ghosts) vs dj Octavio

Gregory house vs Elliot Spencer

The mad hatter vs Joe tazuna

Basil hallward vs Harvey (Stardew)

Ethan winters vs olruggio

Albedo vs pleakly

The heavy vs Jake English

Bruce Wayne vs Shen wei

Naven NukNuk vs Dante (mystreet)

Phillip vs bow

Anji Mito vs Fishlegs

Stanford vs Speedwagon

Bariel vs Jesse Pinkman

Group 8:

Ralsei vs Goofy

Sam (stardew) vs Seymour (little shop of horrors)

Ethari vs Cecil

Fix it Felix vs Kaoru hakaze

Ignus scientia vs Lukas

Majima vs Hercules

Magolor vs Calcelmo

Fred vs Randy Hapukurk

Kurogiri vs The riddler

Declan lynch vs Philza

Jaune vs Sergeant Schultz

Reiji Sakamaki vs Q

Luo Binghe vs King of hearts

Thatcher Davis vs Jonathan buyers

#Not submission #Hope you like this lol #Have fun imagining different battles

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battleofthewawas · 1 year

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LET THE BATTLE OF THE WAWAS BEGIN!

Round 1 matchups have been decided! The polls will be posted in groups of 4 once a day, and will last for 24 hours per group! This is a better time as any to remind you that propaganda is highly encouraged! Get your scugs out there! The more people know about your scug, the higher chance your scug has at the prize!

The first 4 polls will be posted tomorrow, so be ready!

(Honorable mention to @sensepi, who coined the term ‘wawawar’! Thank you!)

ROUND 1 MATCHUPS BELOW CUT

DAY 1 -

THE WANDERER (by @pine-marten-art) vs THE CARTOGRAPHER (by @pookapufferfish)!

WHEAT (by @mayabunny23) vs PEARL (by @bloomyexonmain)!

FLUTTER (by @gh0st3a) vs CLOUDCAT (by @rainworld-obsessed-cat)!

WAWA (by @that-creationsureisunending) vs LEECH (@cashmonei)!

DAY 2 -

THE FLY WHISPERER (by @program-251) vs MIROSCAT (by @sillycryptid)!

THE RETRIEVER (by @north-winds1) vs SKY’S LIGHT (by @cashmonei)!

THE MIMIC (by @onefeather-endlessocean) vs CUSTARD (by @tanzytechgem)!

DROPLET (by @swordofblaze) vs KELP (by @sensepi)!

DAY 3 -

THREE IDEALS (by @basilthymee) vs INVIS (by @winters-menace)!

THE ENFORCER (by @nofathomtoodeep) vs THE WAYFARER (by @goldendoodling)!

THE ENVOY (by @saturncoyote) vs THE COLLECTOR (by @localcornflake)!

THE UNBOUND (by @neoncityrain) vs THE OUTCAST (by @sillycryptid)!

DAY 4 -

TWIST (by @shatteredstarss) vs THE MASQUERADE (by @lilly-dust)!

SPARKLES (by @gh0st3a) vs THE PLAGUED/DOC (by @mothwingedmyths)!

THE CADAVER (by @skittlescat) vs SEER (by @splynter)!

And finally, THE MENACE (by @randomixthegreat-blog) vs THE PEARL-READER (by @dracanianwyvern)!

To the wawas that got in, I wish you luck! To those who didn’t, I greatly appreciated your submission!

MAY THE BEST WAWA WIN!

#wawawar #tell me if I got any info wrong!#rain world

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hp-fanfic-archive · 2 months

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Hi this may be niche and non existent but I am looking for wolf star fics where Sirius is hooking up/dating women (maybe Marlene). Remus has to see or hear stuff he doesn’t want to and gets jealous/ pines.

Happy ending w/ endgame wolf star if possible! Also ok if Sirius is hooking up with/dating men but I ask for women cuz it’s harder to find.

Thank you!!

Hi!

I don't have a ton of recs, but I did find a few. Hopefully this is what you're looking for!

Sirius/Marlene:

waited all this time to call you mine by ziahra [T, 121k] (You asked for pining Remus? You got it with this one)

In a world where everyone has a timer on their left wrist that counts down until the day realise they are in love with their soulmate, Remus falls in love with his soulmate 3 years before he reciprocates. Remus knew the timers were set in stone. They were inevitable, and there was nothing he could do to change the timer or speed up the process. And Sirius would return Remus’ feelings, eventually. Oh God. His timer had hit zero. And he had been thinking of Sirius. He was in love with Sirius. “Oh my God! Who was it?” Sirius begins to ask, but Remus can’t hear him. His ears are blocked with water, and his mind is far from the little rink in which they stand. Instead of trying to listen, he looks instead. He looks at Sirius’ wrist, where the numbers stare mockingly back at him. 27, 391 hours.

What I Heard by fishcommuter [E, 28k] (not 100% sure if this is exactly what you're looking for because it's on my to-read list still, but it might be)

Word on the street is Sirius is with Remus, but nobody bothered to tell either of them. Marlene, Sirius's actual girlfriend, thank you very much, is not thrilled. As the fall term settles into their last winter at school, things happen, feelings occur, Sirius and Remus are obviously in love, and the students of Hogwarts prove hard to surprise. Sirius switched on the ringer with his thumb and handed the phone back over. "Leave it on, okay?" "You have a map with my exact whereabouts at your disposal, you know this, yes?" "It can't get you to do things, though." "You can't get me to do things." "I can be very persuasive if you bother to read the messages." "You'd have separation anxiety if I bothered to read the messages." Sirius boffed him on the head. "Already do." He ducked this time.

Mutually Beneficial by clevernotbrilliant [T, 4k] (Does it count if the Sirius/Marlene is fake dating?)

Sirius Black is in love with Remus Lupin. Marlene McKinnon is in love with Emmeline Vance. The obvious solution? Date each other.

jimmy's party by orphan_account [G, 13k] (angst? angst.)

And he’s been expecting this, right? It’s been building for weeks; Remus has known this was coming. Eventually, even Sirius has grown tired of snogging girls in broom cupboards who’s names he takes a few seconds to recall when asked about them. If Marlene’s who he’s chosen, well..good. Marlene’s perfect for him, even Remus can see that. Sirius deserves someone like her. or: Remus isn’t jealous of Sirius and Marlene. On the contrary: he gets it. They look good together. So if they want to dance at the post-quidditch-match party, that’s alright. It’s fine, and Remus’ll demonstrate as such by having some fun of his own. Upcoming full moon be damned.

Reasons Why by silverbook [G, 3k]

Remus likes Marlene McKinnon, he really does. Except he also kinda hates her.

Now I Wanna Be Your Dog by pixelated [E, 20k] (this has Sirius/Marlene and also Remus/OC before the wolfstar endgame. They're both pining.)

Sirius clunks about in his Doc Martens and listens to The Stooges and smokes cigarettes and wears his hair much too long and spends more time serving detention than not. And is way too forward about his sudden feelings for Remus. (A story about teenagers and summer love in the 70s.)

The Boys of Summer by todaslasmadrugadas [T, 73k] (The Sirius/Marlene in this is rather short lived, but Remus is pining and it's a slow burn so... close enough?)

The Summer of 1978 was supposed to be the same as the previous one. And the one before that. Because, in the provincial village of Fenneltown, where 16-year-old Remus Lupin lives, nothing ever changes. Not really. Until this year, everything does.

Hey, Jealousy by BrianJustin4Ever [T, 1k]

Remus contends with his jealousy.

Sirius/OFC:

Jealousy, Jealousy by AshParadox [T, 924]

Remus has trouble focusing on what Lily is saying at the moment. His eyes are fixed on Sirius, who is in the middle of the room, dancing with some Hufflepuff girl. Remus feels a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach. “You should make him jealous.”

Drunken Mistakes (It Was Never A Mistake) by artemis143 [T, 3k]

It was Sirius Black's 16th birthday party and James Potter suggests that they play truth or dare

The Date by rhye [G, 422] (it's short but oh so ouchie)

Sirius has a date with a pureblood his mother wants him to marry. But he's also dating Remus. Remus watches him prepare for his date.

Honorable Mention (because it doesn't have pining Remus. It is, in fact, fake dating blackinnon from Marlene's POV. Wolfstar does get together though :) and the fic is good!) :

passionfruit by poppunkpadfoot [M, 4k]

“How would you feel about a free trip to France this summer?” “That depends. What’s the catch?” “It’s a trip with my family,” Marlene says. She can’t quite bring herself to look Sirius in the eye as she continues, “I’d be introducing you as my boyfriend.”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic rec #pining #jealousy

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My Heart's Aflame

Part 3 of Wolf Like Me: read previous parts here

Summary: Ylva Ragnardottir is used to getting what she wants. As the only daughter of the great Ragnar Lothbrok and the famous Princess Aslaug she wants to marry Haakon, the bastard son of King Harald Finehair but Ubbe, forced into a position that should be their missing father's, will not allow it.

Setting: Kattegat, pre-season 4b, maybe by a month, before Bjorn leaves for the Mediterranean.

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: none, just sibling banter and secret meetings.

Ylva knew it wasn’t right, sneaking away before everyone had woken for the day, not sharing her whereabouts. Her mother, Aslaug, would be asking for her, wanting to go over the details of the feast that evening. She had promised Sigurd she could cut his hair and Hvitserk had asked her to go fishing after breaking their fast.

And then there was Ubbe, her twin brother, who she hated lying to most of all. He had asked her to be by his side as he greeted each visitor who planned to sail with Bjorn to their Great Hall. Many had never been to Kattegat before. It had been chaotic trying to find enough suitable lodgings for each man who sported the title jarl and king. Ubbe appreciated her ease of mind when dealing with so many moving pieces and boisterous egos, and Ylva wanted to be there for him, to help him figure it all out but for now, all her chores, and her duties, and loyalties to her brothers would have to wait.

She had sent word to Haakon to meet her here, on the outskirts of Kattegat. Haakon’s older half-brother, Eric Bloodaxe, would not approve of their relationship, and neither would her own brothers, for that matter, so she is careful which channels she uses to communicate with Haakon as they are not always reliable. She isn’t even sure if he had received the message in time, she just knew had to see him.

Her fur lined boots crunch loudly in the icy snow underfoot, followed by the soft padding of her large wolf-dog, Hati, that trots happily at her heels. Their footfalls are the only sound in the frosted forest. Puffs of warm breath pillow out before her, leaving a dewy mist on her cheeks. She pushes back the wool hood of her cloak, scanning the area before her.

A nightingale chirps noisily in the birch tree above, calling for a mate but no reply comes. Lazily, the sun pushes above the skyline catching in Yvla’s eyes when she looks eastward. Spring is here but winter’s icy grip clings to everything it touches.

The long body of a pine marten scurries across the base of an oak tree catching the attention of the dog at her side. Hati’s ears prick, half raising off her haunches, ready to attack her prey.

A quick snap of Ylva’s fingers has Hati sitting back, a pathetic whimper from the dog’s throat lets her master know her disappointment. Ylva eyes the pine marten until she was certain it was safely away before she releases the dog from her side. Hati rarely obeys commands that involve prey and for a moment Ylva’s ego sings her praise when the dog listens. She does not wish for the small rodent to be the subject of her poor training. Ubbe had done what he could to help Ylva with Hati but it is her tender heart towards the dog that allows her to get away with so many bad habits.

The crunch of icy snow alerts both dog and woman away from the pine marten. Hackles raised, Hati growls a deep throaty noise out of her chest in warning. Ylva’s leather mittens smooth over the milky fur of Hati’s head, trying to ease her aggression as Haakon appears from behind a large pine tree.

“She does not approve of me,” Haakon acknowledges, eyeing the dog warily.

Ylva chuckles, releasing the dog from her side. “She knows what my brothers would say.”

Hati bounds up to Haakon in a playful lope that ends with her paws resting on his shoulders. A long pink tongue rolls across Haakon’s face and when she sits back down on her haunches a piece of dried meat appears in his palm. Greedily, the animal devours the treat in one bite.

Crouching low to his heels, Haakon’s dark eyes meet Hati’s golden ones, he leans to the dog, whispering in her large white ear, loud enough for Ylva to hear. “You know I would never hurt her.”

A playful smile tugs on Ylva’s bow shaped lips as the dog gives Haakon another satisfied lick to face.

Haakon stands to embrace Ylva, circling her waist as he brings her in for a kiss of his own. His hand is cold on her neck as his fingers intertwine in her hair. His mouth molds onto hers as his hand travels the length of her bound hair, tugging at the ends until the ties set free.

“Haakon,” Ylva whines with feigned annoyance, her mittens smooth over her wild hair, blonde curls springing into her eyes.

“A maiden such as yourself shouldn’t wear her hair up. People will think you are married.” Haakon jests, brushing a stray strand from her cheek.

“Let them think.” Ylva replies haughtily, her chin jutting out defiantly. “I am taken, no one else matters.”

A smile softens her angular features and Haakon finds himself leaning in for another kiss before adding, “Besides your brothers.”

Ylva scoffs against his mouth, mitten-hands bracing against his chest. “My brothers would do best to mind their own.” She gives him a quick peck, and then glances down at Hati to divert her blushing cheeks. “Only this morning some woman was sneaking out of Ubbe’s room.”

“At least she was there willingly,” Haakon replies, reaching over to pet Hati’s head lovingly. “I had to offer a hefty sum to the kitchen wench after I caught Eric harassing her near the root cellar.” Haakon grimaces, turning his head to look anywhere but at Ylva, embarrassed by his brother’s actions.

“Your brother was not always this way,” Ylva says, squeezing his hand in reassurance. She does not judge Haakon for the deeds of his half-brother or his father and uncle, for that matter, who have been lusting after Ragnar’s throne for as long as she has known the family. She hopes that Haakon extends the same grace to her own not-so-perfect ancestry.

“After Ragnhild died -” Haakon shrugs his shoulders as if there is nothing more to say on the matter of Eric’s famed-mother, and Harald Finehair’s most beloved wife. Taking Ylva’s hand tight in his, he walks down the snow covered path. “Let us speak on happier matters.” Haakon smiles, turning to take in Ylva fully.

“What is there to say?” Ylva pouts, the same fake pout she used to use on her youngest brother, Ivar, when he did not want to play with her or on Hvitserk when he would not share a sweet treat that he had stolen from the kitchen. “In little time, you are leaving me to sail with my brothers to a place that might not even exist.”

Haakon’s fingers slip around her chin, tilting her head back till he is able to look her in the eyes. “That is why -” he presses his lips against hers - “must not waste a single moment on trivial matters.”

Ylva giggles against his mouth. “You mean you don’t want to talk about Sigurd? How he put a frog in Ivar’s boot. It made the worst squishing sound. For the rest of the day Sigurd called him -”

“You can talk,” Haakon grins, his lips a whisper against her cheek. “But I won’t hear any of it, I will be too busy kissing you,” he finishes pressing his lips firmly to her’s.

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Ylva’s fingers feel as if they might fall off if she does not warm them near the fire at once. Rubbing her mittened hands together she skirts around the practice yard without so much as a hello to her brothers. A thin layer of ice prevents them from practicing swordplay but it does not stop them from attending to dulled blades or broken arrow shafts, anything to get them outside and into the fresh air, tired of being cooped up all winter long.

Hvitserk stands next to Ivar as they absentmindedly watch Sigurd throw his ax at a target across the yard. They are disputing the finer points of an ax versus a short sword in one-on-one combat, kept warm by the brass stove next to them, when Hati bounds up happily to the men.

“Where have you been?” Hvitserk asks, his voice casual and low, as he strokes Hati’s snow white head lovingly, not bothering to lift his gaze to his sister, but Ylva knows there is some ulterior motive behind his question.

With a wide wagging tail, Hati scoots closer between the two brothers, hoping for more attention. Knowing better than to jump on the youngest son of Ragnar, Hati turns soft pleading eyes on Ivar instead, hoping for double the amount of attention.

“Does it matter?” Ylva taunts, only a few steps away from the stairs that lead up to the entrance of the Great Hall. She quietly curses her dog for giving away her arrival. She is a bad liar, she always has been, and she is not interested in explaining why she missed breakfast.

Hvitserk guffaws at her attitude. The serious expression of an older brother distorts his boyish features. He prowls around her, much like Skoll when he is trying to assert dominance over Hati. Hvitserk’s eyes narrow as he observes Ylva, trying to sniff out her lies.

“No,” he finally quips, having fully stalked her. He looks down at her, mouth twisting in humor at her suddenly stoic face. “You look as though you're hiding something,” he half jests.

Her wind-burned cheeks pale at his accusation and his green eyes light up with excitement.

“She snuck out early this morning,” Ivar casually announces from his seat, thick furs covering his legs. Hati’s muzzle is buried in his lap as he affectionately strokes her head.

“Mind your own, Ivar,” Ylva hisses through gritted teeth. Hvitserk’s mouth is alive with humor now, twisting in uncontained excitement at the thought of tattling on his sister.

“Oh leave me be, Hvitserk,” Ylva half whines in annoyance.

Hvitserk throws up his hands in defense of his honor, then pressing his hand over his heart he bows his head. “I would never, sweet sister.”

“But you do every time,” Ivar mumbles out Ylva’s exact thoughts.

“What,” Hvitserk blurts out feign innocence. “Sigurd is worse!” He quickly exclaims when Ylva offers him a knowing look.

“Not as bad as you,” Sigurd retorts as he warms his hands near the stove fire. “Not as bad when it comes to Ylva.”

An impish smile curls onto Ylva’s lips as Hvitserk gives each of his siblings a disbelieving look.

“You just want to be Ubbe’s loyal dog. We should’ve named you Skoll and his wolf Hvitserk,” Ylva says, laughing when the humor he had held so proudly in the corner of his mouth drops in annoyance. He shakes his head, stepping away from Ylva without another word. Ivar lets out a barking laughter from his seat and Ylva knows she has gone too far.

She calls out for Hati to heel, knowing the dog won’t judge her for her harsh words and turns to walk up the steps to the Great Hall.

“Ubbe is looking for you,” Sigurd calls out to her on her last step.

“What for?”

Sigurd shrugs his shoulders in indifference as he reaches for his ax, fingers sufficiently warmed. Hvitserk pulls the hood of his cloak over his head as he glares in her direction, trying to ignore Ivar’s poking attempt to insult him further. Ylva, muttering a thanks of appreciation to Sigurd, disappears into the Great Hall, no longer interested in sibling banter.

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It is mostly empty inside the Great Hall and Ylva breathes out a sigh of relief. The moment the fjord had started cracking free of the ice that had enthralled it all winter, ships had started to arrive daily, both for trade and travel. Bjorn’s plans to sail to the Mediterranean had spread far and many jarls and petty kings had flocked to Kattegat’s shores in hopes of accompanying him on his grand adventure.

Men boasted their large coffers, plentiful ships, and the honorable warriors who would accompany them if Bjorn accepted their oath. Not one to deny a man of adventure, Bjorn allowed any king or jarl who pledged their allegiance to sail with him.

The nightly overcrowded hall had derailed Ylva’s sensitive nerves after a winter spent peacefully near her family and while she flourished as the center of attention at any gathering she relished the moment’s peace.

Hati’s wet nose brushes her hand, bumping the leather pouch on her belt. The ivory trinkets inside tap against one another, reminding Ylva of the gift Haakon gave her in the forest. His grandmother had carved the runes herself, blessing them with powerful magic. Knowing Ylva’s long held interest in runes, Haakon had presented the gift alongside a soft kiss to her cheek.

Pulling one out at random, her fingers run over the grooves surface of the ivory piece. She can imagine the rune carved on the ivory in her mind. Othila. Heritage. Her family. Her brothers whose presence gave her peace and her mother who kept the warmth glowing inside her.

Inherited estate. The thought flutters through her mind though she tries vainly to push it aside. She would inherit nothing that was her father’s, forced instead to marry into her own prosperity.

If Ragnar was around would she already be married to some king or high ranking jarl? She scowls at the thought. It had been almost ten years since she had seen her father. She wants to believe he would never force her into a loveless marriage but anymore she does not know what he would have done.

“Ylva,” her name is a soft whisper on a foreign tongue. She turns to greet whoever calls out to her, smiling graciously at the man before her. He is long legged and angular, his name floats around in her mind before she grabs on to it.

“Víkar,” she says smoothly. “My brother and my mother are away this morning. You’ll have to come back later -”

“I could not wait to see you,” Víkar interrupts with a soft bow, the openings of his collar showing off the markings of dark tattoos hidden on his chest. He pushes away the blonde curls that have fallen in his face in a practiced gesture.

“Me? What for?” Ylva frowns, not understanding his intention, they had only just met a few days prior.

“I have a gift for you.” He motions to the basket at his feet. Removing a thick wool blanket he reveals a soft purring cat and her four kittens who rut around in search of nourishment. Ylva’s finger jams through the wicker walls, rubbing the white head of the feline. Hati’s wet nose nudges the cage in irritation, wanting to inspect the creatures closer.

“But -” Ylva frowns further, lifting her gaze to the blonde haired man before her - “why would you want to give me such a gift?”

A sense of dread fills her belly, and spreads across her chest. The dreamy state of Víkar’s face is that of a man just afforded all the riches of the world.

“I know your brother doesn't want word to get out until the announcement but I couldn’t wait,” Vikar smiles.

Ylva curses Ubbe’s name under her breath.

Unblinking, Vikar continues, “you can keep the cats here, of course. When I return from the Mediterranean we will go back to Lade, to my father’s home.”

White noise fills Ylva’s ears as Vikar rambles on about his plans for the future. They are full of new estates and tithes, tenants and suitable farming land with many animals and babies.

Ylva’s breath catches in her throat. Babies. Who was this man to tell her she will bear his children? Her future does not lie with him. No. She refuses. It is Haakon who is her everything. The one she has loved since young children. They had promised themselves to one other long before they knew the meaning of a chaste life. Haakon is the man to give her a home and children, not this -

“Ylva where are you going?” Vikar stutters as Ylva turns her back on his rambling. “I was talking -” His fingers reach out, brushing against her arm but Hati’s snapping jaws withdraw his touch before he can get a grip on her.

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#vikings fanfiction #ubbe fanfiction #hvitserk fanfiction #ragnarsson fanfic

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