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noh07 · 26 days ago

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list of mixed name ideas (october 29, 2024)

i sorted them into three categories: androgynous, feminine and masculine.

in this list, there's any type of names (mostly for english-speaking people though): typical first names, noun names, mythology names, etc.

if you have more ideas of names for trans folks, writers, etc, just lemme know! (Can also be not-so-cool names for the writers, we need them for the asshole side characters :3)

i will update the list every time I have a lot of new name suggestions. this is not the newest version, but you can find it under the tag #updated name list on my profile.

(alphabetical list with 553 mixed names under the cut)

--- androgynous ---

Addie/Eddie

Aki

Alex

Alexis

Alli/Allie/Ally

Ares

Ari

Artemis

Aster

Azure

Bennie/Benny

Beverly

Billie

Blair

Charlie

Chrissy

Crimson

Edie

Eli

Ellori/Ellory

Emerson

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Evie

Finn

Forest/Forrest

Frances/Francis

Gray/Grey

Hayden

Hunter

Jackie/Jacky

Jamie

Jess

Jessie

Jupiter

Lark

Lenny

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Lou

Louie

Mag

Maggot

Mars

Max

Mercury

Mika

Miko

Mizu

Neptune

Noah

Paris

Ollie

Quinn

Rafa

Reg

Robin

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Saturn

Shilo/Shiloh

Skye

Val

Venus

Vin

Vinny/Vinnie

Wilson

--- feminine ---

Abby

Abigail

Adelaide

Adeline

Aileen/Eileen

Aimee/Amy

Alana

Alena

Alessia

Alexa

Alexia

Alexandra

Alice

Alissa

Alli/Allie/Ally

Alura

Amalia

Amber

Amelia

Amelie

Amity

Angie

Anna

Ann/Anne

Annie

Anastasia

Andrea/Andreea

Antheia

Arabella

Astra

Atlanta

Audrey

Aurora

Azura

Bailey

Becky

Bella

Belle

Bettie/Betty

Beverly

Billie

Brenda

Brie

Candace/Candice

Carla/Karla

Carolina

Caroline

Catherine

Celina/Selena/Selina

Celine/Selene

Charlotte

Christina/Kristina

Christine/Kristine

Claire

Clara/Klara

Chloe/Cloe

Cora/Corah

Daniela/Daniella

Danielle

Dalia/Daliah

Debbie

Debora/Deborah

Delilah

Diana

Dianne

Dora/Dorah

Eburia

Eda

Elena

Eleanor/Elenor

Elisa/Eliza

Elizabeth

Ella

Ember

Emerson

Emery

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Emilia

Emilie/Emily

Emma

Euphemia

Euphoria

Esme

Esmeralda

Eva

Evie

Evelyn

Felicia

Fenya

Finya

Fia

Fiona

Francisca/Franziska

Freya

Gaia

Georgia

Gina

Ginny/Jeanie

Hanna/Hannah

Harmony

Heather

Hecate

Hera

Hestia

Hope

Iana

Irena

Irene

Iris

Isa

Isabel/Isabelle

Isabela/Isabella

Ivonne/Yvonne

Ivory

Ivy

Izzy

Janice

Jasmin/Jasmine

Jenna

Jenny

Jolene

Julia

Julianne

Julie

Juliet/Juliette

Katarina/Katharina

Kathy/Katy

Lana

Lara/Larah

Laura

Lauren

Laurel

Lena

Leia/Leya

Levina

Levinia

Lia

Liara

Lili/Lilli/Lilly/Lily

Lilian/Lilien

Lilith

Lisa

Livia

Liz

Lizzie/Lizzy

Loanne

Lola

Lorelei

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louisa/Luisa

Louise/Luise

Luce/Luz

Lucy

Luna

Maggie/Meggie

Meg

Madeline

Maira/Myra

Margaret

Marge

Marla

Marlene

Maria/Mariah

Marie/Mary

Melanie

Melissa

Mellie/Melly

Mia

Michelle

Milly

Mina

Minerva

Minnie

Miriam

Mona

Naira/Nyra

Natalia

Natalie

Natasha

Nellie/Nelly

Nessie

Nina

Nora/Norah

Nori

Oliv/Olive

Olivia

Ollie

Paris

Pascale

Patricia

Paula

Peggy

Penelope/Pinelopy

Penny

Petunia

Philippa

Pia

Polly

Poppy

Ramona

Rebecka

Regina

Robin

Rose

Roxanne

Sara/Sarah

Sofia/Sophia

Sofie/Sophie

Stella

Stephanie/Stephany

Tara/Tarah

Tatiana/Tatyana

Tess

Tessa

Tia

Tiana

Tina

Valerie/Valery

Vanessa

Venus

Veronica

Victoria

Vivian

Viviana

Willow

Yana

Yasmin/Yasmine

Zoe/Zoé/Zoey

--- masculine ---

Aion

Alex

Alexander

Amon

Anthony

Anton

Arcturus

Ares

Ben

Benjamin

Bennie/Benny

Benson

Bill

Billie/Billy

Bob

Bobby

Brendan/Brendon

Brian

Bruno

Calvin

Carl/Karl

Chad

Chase

Chris

Chrissy

Christopher

Conan

Damian

Dan

Daniel

Dave

David

Davon/Devon

Dionysos

Don

Donald

Dorian

Dylan

Elia/Elijah

Elio

Eliot/Elliot/Elliott

Emerson

Emilio

Erion

Evan

Felix

Fred

Freddie/Freddy

George

Gian/Jan

Hannibal

Harald/Harold/Herald/Herold

Ian

Icarus

Jack

Jackie/Jacky

James

Jamie

Jimmy

John

Johnny

Jona/Jonah

Jonas

Jones

Julian/Julien

Julius

Jupiter

Justin

Kevin

Larry

Laurence/Lawrence

Lenny

Leo

Linus

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louis/Luis

Louie

Lucc/Luke

Lucas/Lukas

Luigi

Marc

Marco

Mario

Mars

Max

Mercury

Michael

Mickey

Mike

Milo

Nathan

Neptune

Nick

Nico/Niko/Nikko

Noah

Oliver

Ollie

Orion

Paris

Pascal

Patrick

Paul

Pete

Peter

Philip/Philipp/Phillip

Raymond

Reg

Reginald

Regulus

Remus

Rob

Robbie/Robby

Robin

Ron

Ronald

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Saturn

Sean/Shawn/Shaun

Sebastian

Sirius

Steve

Steven

Theodore

Tim

Toby

Tom

Tommy

Tony

Valentine

Victor

Wilson

Yan

Zach/Zack

Zeus

If you want me to add meanings, origins, etc., just tell me! ^^

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seeingivy · 1 year ago

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babe, ramble time i just came back from watching the hunger games :tbosbas with my friend and girl tom blyth with a buzz cut i was literally melting in my seat as soon as i saw him i thought of ur fancast of gojo for young snow and i just can’t it was too good. also, the person working at the cashier gave us 2 free taylor swift eras tour cup like omg and i thought of you bc my brain thinks taylor swift=ronnie(i’m so close to turning into a swiftie). anyways yea that was my night, how has ur day been lovely? sorry for intruding ur inbox to go on a rant but i thought so much of you today i had too. hope you’re doing well 💗💗

MY LOVELY NONNIE!

first and foremost, I am literally NOT a buzzcut girl but when he showed up I was like....oh.....oh with the dog tag and about to go swimming with lucy gray oh im sat...

also gojo eats as the role too hard bc he too would be stupid and go "I killed three people" "whose the third" "oh....the old me" ok lwymd lets calm down a bit

me converting people to swiftieism like its a religion or somethign but actually its just bc its the only thing I can talk about but im so glad (my taylor swift song of the day is long story short!)

my day was okay! I had to do some training for new volunteers at the hospital I work at (and then I violently thought about quitting the entire way home). I took a three and a half hour nap on accident when I should have studied and then panic wrote this essay I have due in two hours (but lowkey I think I ate)!

I am now cuddled up in bed and writing method acting bc I had one of those intense brainrot days where the next chapter just kind of materialized in my head (the next chapter is called lovesick)

#if u read all this rambling #I love you #thanksgiving break ending makes me sad #but f it we ball #asks!

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sithbelle · 1 year ago

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Thanks for the tag @ember-writer! Sorry it's been so long since the original post. You can find their answers here. For this quiz, I'm going to choose Ronnie, the main female protagonist from Synia. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*<*<*<#>*>*>*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

5 Words to Describe your OC:

Powerful, unsure, lonely, determined, dangerous

Who Inspired your OC:

So her abilities are inspired by my own synesthesia, and her name is based on Ronnie James Dio (the most colorful songwriter I know), and Hollick, which means “of gray hair”.

A Song to Describe your OC:

Man, this one is tough. How about “Invincible” by Pat Benatar?

If you met your OC on the street, how would they interact?

Honestly, Ronnie probably wouldn’t notice anyone walking down the street. She works way too hard to not be noticed and get to her final destination. The only time you’d probably interact is if she’s bartering for food or shelter.

Could your OC be your best friend? Why?

I don’t think so, but that’s a failing on my end, not on hers. That said, she is my constant companion, and I care very much about her.

One adjective and one noun to describe my OC:

Isn’t this kinda the same as question 1? Lol

In all seriousness, probably “frightened god”

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Ever-so-lovingly tagging @fishythewriter @acertainmoshke @saintedseraph and @bluberimufim to join in on the fun!

#writing #writeblr #tag games #writers of tumblr #synia

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confession-session · 1 year ago

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Thank you @sillylittlenonbinarygremlin!! This was really fun :) /gen

Interview Music Tag Game

Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren't any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!) <3

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1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

I don’t really give a fuck if it’s a Monday / I just want to hear this song on replay | Fruity - chloe moriondo

2. What kind of [Scorpio] are you?

I wanna pick you up and put you in the clouds | Get Up - Mother Mother

3. You're visiting your favorite spot, what are you thinking about?

I kinda like it / crazy little thing called love | Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

Did I get the message in the way you intended? | Read your Mind - Sabrina Carpenter

5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

Sway in the moonlight, dance in the dark, I | The Feels - TWICE

6. What would you say about your best friends?

No one can leave once they merge | Spider Web - Melanie Martinez (This sounds so threatening but I swear the other lyrics were way worse :P ily guys tho and if I got a luckier song I would tell y’all so)

7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

I’m going to escape, but you won’t know how | Christmas Kids - Roar (I never thought of it this way but this song could be me as Ronnie vs Phil as the toxic part of the educational system)

8. Describe your aesthetic now:

Where are you? / You’re still in my heart | Snap - Rosa Linn

9. What's a lyric that they'll quote in your eulogy?

When I’m not with you / think of me always / love you, love you | Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

I show up at your place right away / wipe the tears off of your face / while you beg me to stay, well | Maniac - Conan Gray

11. BONUS THAT I JUST MADE UP HEHEHE 😈: If you had to narrow the meaning of life down to a sentence, what would it be?

Sweet tooth for you / my dreamin’ space | Sweet Tooth - Cavetown

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@bellflowering @boingomania @holycatsandrabbits @lesbianflowercrown

#reblog #reblog chain #tag game #tag chain #interview #question and answer #questions #song lines #song lyrics #song list #song lover #lyric posting #lyric quotes #music #song #song quotes

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prairiesmoke · 1 year ago

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h. hello

hi besties. I'll make a proper intro post maybe someday, but i'm also afraid of attaining a follower base that may require that. so hi besties!!

i've talked abt these fellas a lot so now it's time to dump them onto a blog :)

for introductions sake uhhhh Alex, They/Them, etc etc

I should mention that these stories contain a lot of very heavy or potentially disturbing topics, including: gore, graphic violence, mental health/breakdowns, suicidal ideation, abuse(domestic, child, emotional, physical), possession/supernatural elements, character death(major and minor), murder; honestly if you need anything tagged please just say so, i'll already be tagging things accordingly

The general title for this series is Gray Skies Overhead and it has 3 separate arcs in the timeline

The View Between Trees - I've been calling it Prairie Smoke all this time but that's the "main one"; it's a trilogy, with a few spin-offs for further background information or character development.

The View Between Trees follows Alex and Quinn and the people they surround themselves with as the mysteries of their towns grow more and more disturbed. The two of them navigate a tumultuous emotional landscape, trying to find what it truly means to be good.

The Attic - A shorter story, about two friends Marion and Warren who move in with each other after Warren inherits a house from his late father, Anton Modny. Warren comes to find that his father never was who he claimed to be, and the discoveries and attempts the family makes to hide them take their tolls on the two. If they aren't careful, someone may lose themself forever.

The Blur Between - Fairly long-form as it spans about 4 years, The Blur Between follows Gill and Arthur as they try to unearth the unethical practices of their workplace and the circumstances of Ronnie Graves' death; with the death of someone close to him, Arthur's will to get to the bottom of everything grows stronger and stronger until he comes to regret it.

So yeah that's the gist :] Bye

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hapofeat · 1 year ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Ronny Kobo Dress Size XSmall Vianne Knit Gray Long Sleeve Midi Button Cardigan.

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spraykit · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,023 times in 2022

That's 963 more posts than 2021!

49 posts created (5%)

974 posts reblogged (95%)

i removed the blogs i reblogged fro m the most cuz i dont wanna tag ppl anyways

I tagged 165 of my posts in 2022

#stray game - 46 posts

#ronnies random rambles - 25 posts

#adventure forward - 12 posts

#adventure forward 2 - 11 posts

#deltarune - 10 posts

#stray - 9 posts

#straysona - 6 posts

#af2 - 6 posts

#companionsona - 6 posts

#madcom - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#for like a year now ive been insistent on telling myself my legal name is going to be document untitled so i dont have to choose one from

My Top Posts in 2022:

i've been thinking about them for 3 days straight

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coining a gender! im not very good at this but here we go

companionic / companiongender

for when you think companions from stray are so gender! this definition is very loose, so you can use it however u want to its a subtype to robogender! please let me know if something like this was coined already...

flag color meanings.. dark red- RIP HUMANS or RUST blue- outsiders/blue is many companions screen color! green- technology + also a common screen color white- gender non conformity gray- borrowed from the robogender flag; original meaning is "feelings of being a robot"

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no more tremors :yippeehappy:

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drawing on aggie is actually pretty nice even if youre doing it alone,,,,.,

60 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HELP this is literally one of the funniest things i've heard from this family friendly horse game

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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museswithinx · 4 years ago

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❛ for you, i’ll do everything in my power. ❜ { for Ronnie }

A meme forever lost in the hoard

@wannablessedxbe

She couldn’t stop shaking. Everything just felt so unreal, almost like a dream. Ronnie kept thinking she’d wake up any second now but she never did. Because this was real life, and in real life, her youngest was dead. It was her worst fear as a mother and it had come true. She couldn’t breathe.

Unable to sit in the room where her Sammy laid unmoving, Ronnie found quiet in the kitchen where she bawled and stared off into the distance for an undeterminate amount of time. At some point, a mug of something warm is pushed into her hands as Gray joins her at Seph’s kitchen table.

“I can’t breathe,” she cries to her sister-in-law, “it’s like someone’s dropped a pile of rocks on my chest suffocating me. It doesn’t feel real, it can’t be real.” Breathing shakily, she takes a sip from the mug hoping it would calm her nerves some, but there was no relief to be found. Not when the world had ended.

“Gray,” she breathes after a moment, turning to her. “I can’t do this. I can’t and I don’t want to. I’m not strong enough. I need my son back. I need him like I need air and water and food. My children are my whole world, Gray. Sammy’s too young... He’s... He’s too young! Kids aren’t supposed to die before their parents. They’re just not.”

She was hysterical at this point as Gray attempted to bring her back down and pull her into the comfort of her arms. There was no soothing her though. “Please, please... We need to save him, Gray. This can’t be how it ends for him, it can’t be. He’s got so much ahead of him. I need my baby back, we need to save him.”

❛ for you, i’ll do everything in my power. ❜ Gray promises.

That was what Seph had told her too. The whole team was on this one for Sammy and for Marlene. They were just kids, much too young to meet such devastating ends. Nobody was accepting that.

With that reassurance, she sobs into her sister-in-law’s shoulder. Until her Sammy was back in her arms again, all the promises in the world wouldn’t make it better.

#wannablessedxbe #( veronica mckay ; )#( ronnie & gray tag ; )#a meme #answered #//i had to write Ronnie's grief #bc she is so beside herself ugh #so have these feels

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eonash · 3 years ago

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The Dance of a Lifetime

Eobard Thawne x Reader

Mattobard x Reader

Prompt: “They’re staring” : “Let them.”

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word Count: 1,918

A/N: posts and runs away

Masterlist

@yetanotherwells @fandomdancer

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You were busy in your room reading a story. You felt there was not much to do, so instead you decided to escape to another reality. Before you got far, Rip Hunter’s voice came on the intercom inviting everyone to come to the Bridge. You sighed and closed the book in your hands. Getting out of bed, you made your way to the spot you were to go to.

You were the last of the group to make your way in the room. Even Mick Rory had been there before you, though, he may have just been passed out drunk in the smaller room of the main one. You caught Rip’s eye then.

“Ah, Y/N. You are here.” Rip turned back to the group. “Now that everyone is officially here. Let’s get to the news, shall we?” Then in front of everyone was an article that spoke of the Legion of Doom.

“They are back?” Ray asked out loud.

“Sure seems like it.” Nate responded. “How are they even here?”

Martin then spoke up. “Eobard Thawne.” Your eyes flicked over to Martin as he said the name. You knew him. This, Eobard Thawne. The murderer everyone spoke about. You turned away.

Amaya noticed your reaction then from where she stood. “Would you like to say something, Y/N?”

You turned back around. All eyes on you now. “Uh, sorry, what?”

“You seemed to have a reaction to the name. Amaya here wants to know if there is anything you know about him?” Sara chimed in. You sure wish she hadn’t. It was such a bad moment to be speaking of Eobard. He was someone you claimed to have feelings for. Of course, nobody knew this. They would all see you differently than who you were. He was a killer and you were a historian who loved going on adventures with the Legends and diving deep into history. You did not have any special powers like most of them, but you were always allowed to tag along with them.

“Barry used to speak of him a lot.” You started. You kept your head held low, so nobody would be able to read your eyes. “He is a speedster from the future.”

“That’s right. Gray had told me of the conflict him and Ronnie had with ‘em.” Jax turned to everyone. “He even got the Green Arrow involved as well.” You nodded.

“Alright.” Rip cut in. “Let’s get out there and stop these menaces then.”

* * *

It turns out the only menace in the 1920’s would be Eobard Thawne alone. The Legion of Doom was nowhere to be seen in these times. It was an open ballroom. The lights were bright and old record music was playing in the background. Being the historian that you are, you and Nate were total nerds the whole trip. The two of you ran off, ignoring the warnings Rip had made before. What could go wrong anyways?

As you and Nate were off taking in the surroundings you noticed that there were a lot of people crowding the nearest bar-like area. You peeked over everyone’s shoulders and came across him. Eobard was seen from afar having a glass of possibly alcohol with the folks of the town. They were all drinking and laughing. You instantly turned back to Nate, who was too into the old fashioned walls to notice your reaction. Instead of telling him about Eobard, you sneaked away from him instead. Leaving him behind as you went towards Eobard.

You did not know if this was the brightest idea in this case. You were facing off with the murdering speedster everyone knew and spoke about rather than getting help instead, but he did not know you, right? You went over to the crowd of people just in time for Eobard to place his glass down and walk away from the group. His face changed completely as he left and he adjusted his suit. Dusting off his jacket and pants. You went up to him then. You did not know what you would say to the man and you mentally cursed yourself for not having a plan. You felt you wanted to turn around and run back to the Legends, but your legs continued to take you forwards instead. Eobard then spotted you and you froze. He tilted his head to the side and gave you the impression that he knew you. Then, the music got a little louder in the room and had more of a romantic fit. Everyone grabbed a partner and began their waltz. You looked off confused in the crowd before a hand grabbed yours. You squeaked as you were pulled off.

Your eyes then met his. Eobard was standing in front of you. You both stood still, nobody taking the first step yet. “Do you know how to waltz, M’Lady?” He asked in a soft tone. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead he chuckled and began the dance. You both flowed effortlessly across the floor, you being the most surprised that the man knew how to dance, while he was surprised himself that you could or so you thought.

“What are you doing here?” You asked finally. After the words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back right away.

Eobard smiled. “I could ask you the same question. I just came for a little dance.” You gave him a confused look and he titled his head. “What? You don’t believe me?”

He dipped you and you, surprised by this action, gasped. He then pulled you upwards again and you continued your dance.

“I don’t know. I guess I do not expect you of all people to be here.”

“Me of all people?”

You nodded. “I mean yeah. You know.”

“I see where you are getting at.” Eobard gave you a knowing look and you both continued on.

The two of you waltz around the room. Not taking eyes off each other. You couldn’t. The man seemed intrigued with you rather than wanting anything else. As the music came to a slow pace the two of you slowed your dance, somehow making it to the center of the room. You did not know of Eobard’s intentions at this point or if he had any. Your mind was split between him being evil and him being absolutely attractive.

Before you knew it, the two of you stood in the center of the room. Your hand was on his shoulder as his were on your waist. You could practically hear the heartbeat in your chest as you looked at him. You felt lost in his eyes, that there was no-one else in the room, but you both. Your mind did not let that fantasy go far. You looked around you. The Legends were watching for your move. You looked back up at Eobard’s eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

“They’re staring.” You said finally. Eobard pulled you closer now, both your bodies flushed up against each other. He looked down at your lips for a second before looking at your eyes once more.

“Let them.” Eobard went down and kissed you on the lips. You did not hold back then. All thoughts left your mind as you kissed him back. You fell deep into the kiss as you both stood in the center of the room. Before anything had escalated, you both pulled away. You stood there, breathing heavy, trying to catch your breath. He just stared down at you smirking. Knowing that he was the cause of your form now. Suddenly, cheering from the crowd appeared. Many of the folk from the town had cheered. Men threw their hats in the air and women started waving theirs or even the bottom of their dresses.

“Are they cheering.. for us?” You whispered to him, trying to hide yourself, though failing awkwardly.

Eobard looked around. “It seems so.” Your eyes then went around the room, meeting Rip Hunter’s. It seemed he was speaking to himself or just out loud, but you could not make it out from the loud cheering. You then noticed the other Legends standing by him. Eobard gently grabbed your chin with his hand, turning your head in his direction.

“Do not worry, Y/N.” His thumb then brushes against your skin, softly. “You are more than that.”

“What are you saying?” You asked quietly. Nervous about how the Legends were taking in this interaction.

“That I care for you.”

His words hit you hard. You were lost, but also wanted to know more. You never knew this side of Eobard Thawne. He was always a murderer, but now, he was more caring and had a heart. “I-I don’t understand.”

“Come with me, get away. We can leave this place.” Eobard gestured towards the surroundings.

“How do you know I want that?”

He chuckled. “I just do.”

“That’s.. not an answer.”

Eobard opened his mouth to speak, but before he could the cheering stopped and everyone was rushed out of the building. Obviously, the Legends had grown impatient and did not care for the timeline any more.

“Alright, chit chat is over. Let’s get a move on.” Sara stood in front of the rest of the Legends with Rip Hunter standing next to her. Everyone was suited up and ready to take on Eobard. Weapons out, even though it would be pointless against the speedster.

Eobard turned to you finally, whispering in your ear. “Think about it.” And sped off somewhere else. You looked at the door to the building and then back at the team. You were definitely in for a lecture once you got back on the ship.

* * *

“Absolutely insane. Can you even begin to believe that?” Rip pointed towards the doorway that you were peaking out of. You wanted to overhear the conversation between the Legends, but did not want to be seen.

Sara shook her head. The other Legends were off doing other things, while these two leaders were having a talk. “Either way, Eobard is gone and he may turn back up again.”

“I reckon so.” Rip stood straight up, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I will be off now.” He started out of the main room and Sara nodded. She then made her way out of the room as well. When the coast was clear you went forward into the room.

“Gideon.” You said out loud, waiting for the AI to respond.

She then appeared in front of you instantly. “Yes, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Can you show me the future?” You paused for a moment. You had to be more specific. “My future?”

“I am sorry, Miss Y/L/N, but that may be an issue.”

“Oh please, Gideon?” You begged.

Gideon sighed. “Alright, but this is what you wanted to know.” A holographic article appeared in front of you then. “You will marry Eobard Thawne in the year 2026. You two start a family together in late 2027, you have two daughters and later a puppy.”

You stood still, staring at the article. Reading it along. You hadn’t known, but did he? He was from the future.. couldn’t that mean he knew about this? You slumped down and leaned against the center console with your hand on your head. You did not know how to feel or even what to stay. You fell silent for a few minutes.

From the other side of the ship’s main room, Sara watched your reaction to this news.

#legends of tommorow #og eobard thawne #mattobard #eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader

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noh07 · 20 days ago

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updated list of mixed name ideas (nov 5, 2024)

in this list, there's any type of names (mostly for english-speaking people though): typical first names, noun names, mythology names, etc.

i sorted them into three categories: androgynous, feminine and masculine.

if you have more ideas of names for trans folks, writers, etc, just lemme know! (Can also be not-so-cool names for the writers, we need them for the asshole side characters :3)

i will update the list every time I have a lot of new name suggestions. you can always find the newest list under the tag #updated name list on my profile, which is currently this one.

(alphabetical list with 712 mixed names under the cut)

--- androgynous ---

Addie/Eddie

Aki

Alex

Alexis

Alli/Allie/Ally

Am/Em

Amethyst

Ares

Ari

Artemis

Ash

Asher

Aster

Azure

Basil

Beluga

Bennie/Benny

Bermuda

Bev

Beverly

Billie

Blair/Blaire

Calypso

Caramel

Cat

Cave

Celeste

Charlie

Chrissy

Coco

Crimson

Crow

Diamond

Edie

Eli

Ellori/Ellory

Emerald

Emerson

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Evie

Finn

Forest/Forrest

Frances/Francis

Garnet

Gem

Goldie

Gray/Grey

Hayden

Hunter

Indigo

Jackie/Jacky

Jade

Jamie

Jess

Jessie

Jupiter

Lark

Lenny

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Lou

Louie

Mag

Maggot

Mars

Mauve

Max

Meadow

Mercury

Mika

Miko

Mizu

Moss

Neptune

Noah

Nori

Nyx

Ollie

Onyx

Opal

Paris

Quinn

Rafa

Rain/Raine

Raven

Reg

Remi

Remu

Robin

Rocky

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Sage

Saturn

Shilo/Shiloh

Silver/Sylver

Sky/Skye

Snow

Val

Venus

Vin

Vinny/Vinnie

Wilson

Wither

--- feminine ---

Abby

Abigail

Adelaide

Adeline

Agatha

Aileen/Eileen

Aimee/Amy

Alana

Alena

Alessia

Alexa

Alexia

Alexandra

Alice

Alissa

Alli/Allie/Ally

Alura

Amalia

Amber

Amelia

Amelie

Amethyst

Amity

Andromeda

Anela

Angela

Angelina

Angeline

Angie

Anika/Annika

Anisa

Anita

Anna

Ann/Anne

Annie

Anastasia

Andrea/Andreea

Antheia

Arabella

Artemis

Ashley

Astra

Atlanta

Audrey

Aurora

Autumn

Azura

Bailey

Becky

Bella

Belle

Beluga

Bettie/Betty

Beverly

Billie

Brenda

Brie

Calypso

Candace/Candice

Caramel

Carla/Karla

Carmen

Carol

Carolina

Caroline

Catherine

Celeste

Celestia

Celina/Selena/Selina

Celine/Selene/Seline

Charlotte

Christina/Kristina

Christine/Kristine

Claire

Clara/Clarah

Chloe/Chloé/Cloe

Cindy

Cissy

Cora/Corah

Dana

Daniela/Daniella

Danielle

Dalia/Daliah

Daria

Darla

Debbie

Debora/Deborah

Delilah

Diamond

Diana

Dianne

Dora/Dorah

Dorothy

Eburia

Eclipse

Eda

Elena

Eleanor/Elenor

Elisa/Eliza

Elise

Elizabeth

Ella

Ember

Emerson

Emery

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Emilia

Emilie/Emily

Emma

Esme

Esmeralda

Euphemia

Euphoria

Eva

Evie

Evelyn

Felicia

Fenya

Finya

Fia

Fiona

Francisca/Franziska

Freya

Fuchsia

Gaia

Georgia

Gina

Ginny/Jeanie

Hanna/Hannah

Harmony

Hazel

Heather

Hecate

Helena

Helene

Hera

Hestia

Holly

Hope

Iana

Irena

Irene

Iris

Isa

Isabel/Isabelle

Isabela/Isabella

Ivonne/Yvonne

Ivory

Ivy

Izzy

Jade

Janice

Jasmin/Jasmine

Jenna

Jennifer

Jenny

Joelle

Joelina

Jolene

Julia

Julianne

Julie

Juliet/Juliette

Juniper

Kaia/Kaya

Katarina/Katharina

Kathy/Katy

Kelly

Kira

Lana

Lara/Larah

Laura

Lauren

Laurel

Lavender

Lena

Leia/Leya

Levina

Levinia

Lia

Liana

Liara

Lilac

Lili/Lilli/Lilly/Lily

Lilian/Lilien

Lilith

Lisa

Liv

Livi

Livia

Liz

Lizzie/Lizzy

Loanne

Lola

Lorelei

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louisa/Luisa

Louise/Luise

Luce/Luz

Lucy

Luna

Lydia

Maggie/Meggie

Meg

Madeline

Maira/Myra

Mara/Marah

Margaret

Marge

Marla

Marlene

Maria/Mariah

Marie/Mary

Marina

Mauve

Melanie

Melissa

Mellie/Melly

Meryem

Mia

Michelle

Milly

Mina

Minerva

Minnie

Miriam

Mona

Monica

Naira/Nyra

Nancy

Natalia

Natalie

Natasha

Nellie/Nelly

Nessie

Nina

Noelle

Nora/Norah

Nori

Nyx

Oliv/Olive

Olivia

Ollie

Paris

Pascale

Patricia

Paula

Peggy

Penelope/Pinelopy

Penny

Petunia

Philippa

Pia

Pippa

Polly

Poppy

Queenie

Ramona

Rania

Rebecka

Regina

Robin

Rose

Roxana

Roxanne

Ruby

Safira/Saphira

Sandra

Sara/Sarah

Sari

Serena

Silvia/Sylvia

Sofia/Sophia

Sofie/Sophie

Stella

Stephanie/Stephany

Tara/Tarah

Tatiana/Tatyana

Tess

Tessa

Tia

Tiana

Tina

Valerie/Valery

Vanessa

Vela

Venus

Vera

Veronica

Victoria

Viola

Violet/Violette

Viona

Vivian

Viviana

Willow

Xandria

Xenia

Yana

Yasmin/Yasmine

Zehra

Zoe/Zoé/Zoey

--- masculine ---

Achilles

Aiden

Aion

Alex

Alexander

Amon

Angelo

Angelino

Anthony

Anton

Arcturus

Ares

Asher

Audrey

Ben

Benjamin

Bennie/Benny

Benson

Bill

Billie/Billy

Bob

Bobby

Brendan/Brendon

Brian

Bruno

Calvin

Carl/Karl

Chad

Charles

Charlie

Chase

Chester

Chris

Chrissy

Christopher

Conan

Damian

Dan

Daniel

Dave

David

Davon/Devon

Dionysos

Don

Donald

Dorian

Dylan

Elia/Elijah

Elio

Eliot/Elliot/Elliott

Emerson

Emilio

Erion

Evan

Felix

Fred

Freddie/Freddy

Gian/Jan

Gus

Hannibal

Harald/Harold/Herald/Herold

Harry

Hendrick/Henrick

Henry

Hunter

Ian

Icarus

Jace

Jade

Jack

Jackie/Jacky

Jaden/Jayden

James

Jamie

Jasper

Jay

Jeremy

Jerry

Jimmy

Joe

Joel

Joey

John

Johnny

Jona/Jonah

Jonas

Jones

Julian/Julien

Julius

Jupiter

Justin

Kevin

Lance

Larry

Laurence/Lawrence

Lee

Lenny

Leo

Linus

Logan

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louis/Luis

Louie

Lucc/Luke

Lucas/Lukas

Luigi

Marc

Marco

Mario

Mars

Max

Mercury

Michael

Mickey

Mike

Milo

Nathan

Neptune

Nick

Nico/Niko/Nikko

Noah

Noel

Oliver

Ollie

Orion

Paris

Pascal

Patrick

Paul

Pete

Peter

Philip/Philipp/Phillip

Ray

Raymond

Reg

Reginald

Regulus

Remi

Remus

Rick

Ricky

Rob

Robbie/Robby

Robin

Ron

Ronald

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Rubeus

Sam

Sammy

Samuel

Saturn

Sean/Shaun/Shawn

Sebastian

Simon

Sirius

Stephan

Steve

Steven

Theodore

Thomas

Tim

Timmy

Toby

Tom

Tommy

Tony

Valentine

Victor

Vince

Vincent

Wilson

Yan

Zach/Zack

Zeus

If you want me to add meanings, origins, etc., just tell me ^^

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years ago

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A Cure for Insomnia CH 1.

This is a reader insert I originally started posting on AO3. I’m cross posting here because I know some of the fandom still lives here.

Quick Disclaimer:

This is a fic I'm writing for my own comfort.

I was inspired by RaeBees (you can check out their works over on Quotev and AO3), and how they characterize the "proxies". Having always seen the characters different than most of the fandom I've interacted with I never really shared my thoughts until now. This work is only placed in the Creepypasta tag so it reaches its demographic. However, I am fully aware of the fact that no main character is considered a Pasta.

It may also appear to lean more Toby X Protag in the beginning but end goal is protag with all three, and Brian and Tim already in a relationship. How I picture it now is a slowburn but Toby and Protag will be in a friends with benefits relationship before either has any feelings, so I think that counts. Some may be confused by the asexual protag tag but it'll be explained in story, as an Ace myself I get frustrated with media that only show one version and say it goes for us all. That being said I don't represent the whole Ace community but I hope to provide a bit more representation for some others out there.

Protag will be depicted as agender, and will have a few tics that stem from their Autism. Again I don't speak for any others with Autism but I hope to provide some representation for those in similar positions.

Tags will be updated as the story progresses. Canon-Typical violence and mental health issues are to be expected if you feel uncomfortable with those aspects I advise you to not engage. This story will also have a lot of NSFW themes and scenes so I highly discourage anyone under the age of 18 from viewing this work. You will get warnings on chapters with NSFW and I will make it skippable as well.

I'm also very nitpicky and gave the main characters birthdays just because it irritates me when it gets mentioned once and you have to do the math or imagine your own conversation when a birthday was too close to a character's.

Tim January 1st, home state Alabama

Toby April 28th, home state Virginia (saw this years ago no clue if it's accurate)

Protag May 13th, home state Virginia

Brian May 23rd, home state Alabama

Connor the service dog July 18th, home state Kentucky

I've referred to Protag as Protag here but in story they're referred to as YN.

Everything felt impossibly dull; your senses, the dark room you're currently in, the noise coming from the fan just to the left of the bed on which you laid. Turning to the window beside your head you stare out into that weird midnight summer sky. More of a gray than a true dark blue night, cast in an orange glow that made the night seem closer to day than it truly was. While the time was just half past twelve, you felt it may have been more accurate to say it was closer to four in the morning.

You're exhausted but that true sort of exhaustion where whatever energy you have left buzzes all around. It consumes your entire being, dances between being deafeningly loud in your ears to giving you twitches in your legs. You'd laid down hours ago thinking you'd be tired enough to sleep once your tics started to spasm in closer intervals, but to no avail were you able to rest. That buzzing preventing you from dreamland. Maybe the hum of your body was right, you didn't really need to sleep, you just wanted it to feel normal.

Knowing the battle had already been lost you push yourself off the bed and grab a pair of shorts off the floor. Slipping them on you contemplate your options for the night. Going into town was out since it was Sunday...well Monday now, but there would be nothing but bars open and you were never one for drinking. And as fun as a drive sounds right now, you feel the buzzing in your bones grow stronger, you need to move. A late night hike should keep you occupied, with it being so quiet and the middle of the night you wouldn't even have to take your headphones to cancel out the sounds of other people, you aren't likely to run into many people tonight.

Deciding on a hike you grab a mask and car keys and make your way to your yellow Kia Soul. A going away present from your parents that they gave you the moment you got your driver's license after your 24th birthday. Having anxiety throughout your life you'd never been in the head space to start driving till later on, and while you still don't enjoy driving you are pretty good at it even with your “late” start. Surfing through radio stations as you let the car warm up you find your latest obsession, it's a conspiracy theory podcast that someone in Kepler managed to blast through the limited air ways of the town. Impressive considering Kepler was in a radio quiet zone and even cell phones couldn't work in the small town, luckily you lived just outside of the zone so you could send texts and call your parents every weekend.

It seemed today's episode was a rerun, Mothman: Murderer, Man, or Myth. It was actually one of your favorites, the paranormal stories tended to be more entertaining than hearing about how a man could murder sixteen people while working as a cop ruining evidence to lead the others off his trail. Humans could be more vial and cruel than any little gray alien from the future or tall Fresno Nightcrawler could ever be. And they weren't as entertaining to hear about, nor were their exploits as impressive. You could always see patterns, either connecting clues first or finding connections no one else saw, it was never hard to tell where a certain case would lead so you'd always end up disappointed in humanity when they overlooked such obvious clues. Though that often led you down a path of deep diving for information to see just how obvious it was, more often than not you'd find that the most logical conclusion was shady public officers. After investigating so many cold cases you're sure if you're ever in trouble you'll never involve the police, in the end they'd probably just ignore you and rule your case closed if anything ever did happen to you.

'I'd haunt them if they did.' You decide and you shift gears and begin driving to the Monongahela National Forest, as the timeline of Mothman sightings and events play out before for your ears.

Instead of going through town and possibly loosing the signal of the show, you drive on the old dirt road that runs along the very edge of the town, partially covered in trees. This over grown road is the main reason Kepler doesn't see many visitors, the second someone makes their way onto it coming off the interstate they floor it until they see civilization. Over the few months you've been here you've nearly been run right off the road by spooked tourists, trying to escape whatever ghouls their wild imaginations created. The only real thing on this road was a mini mart gas station, and even though it was shady as hell the cashier didn't bug you too much when you came in in the dead of night. Plus they had a cat, how could you not stop in and say hi to little ole Magnolia?

Speaking of which you should probably get a drink for your hike, you could already feel your throat drying out. Turning into the parking lot you're happy to see no other cars around, putting your face mask on you make your way inside. As usual the store is dead at this time, and Ronnie is manning the desk. What's unusual is the man also behind the counter, he has dark brown hair that he's tied into a small and low ponytail, thick sideburns frame his face. You immediately take note of the slight imperfections of his face, most would see the slit in his eyebrow as following the current trend or even just a genetic thing, but you can see the slightly off color of a healed scar that starts just above his eyebrow and ends mid eyelid, he has a few smaller discolorations on his crooked nose, you'd guess he's had it broken at least twice.

Briefly taking a glance to his brown eyes before looking away, today is not an eye contact day. Nodding in their directions, the best acknowledgment you can give right now, you make your way to the freezers. From the freezer section you can hear Ronnie “explain” you.

“That's YN, a regular mainly at night though. A bit skittish and rarely ever says more than 'thanks have a nice day'” Even though she's whispering you can hear everything. Including the high octave her voice takes to mimic you, it feels more like mocking.

If being mocked hadn't already put you on edge the eyes boring into you have. The eyes may not be roaming over your body but the icky crawling of your skin sure makes it feel that way. The feeling of being put under a microscope has always made you sick, the stares, the leers and sneers, and the judgment just makes you want to implode on the spot. Cease existence, be swallowed into the abyss. You're about to set yourself into an anxiety attack with all these thoughts.

'Mask, mask, mask' you repeat over and over in your head, it's the only thing you can focus on. You are wearing a mask, there is one thing they can't perceive, the face is the most important for humans to perceive, your mask protects you.

Without looking you pull a water bottle from the cooler. You don't think you like this brand but the sports mouth makes up for it, and you can't focus enough to grab another. As the imaginary spiders crawl their way under your skin and your breath hitches you make your way over to the counter head down, never looking up at the employees beyond the counter. Your vision is blurring in time with the beating of your heart, you can't tell if it's due to nerves or from being up for five days in a row.

“Hey YN, how're you?” Ronnie asks, her tone is different from the past times you've been in. It's higher and has a lilt in it that you'd expect from a teasing friend. But Ronnie isn't a friend and has never spoken to you like this, you hate it. You nod to politely move on with the process, between the crawling of your skin and the buzzing underneath it you feel sick. And you're now very aware of the existence of your eyelids, you try to focus on ignoring that awareness. You need to move.

“Hmm, that's good. Anyway this is Tim! He's just started so go easy on him.” you hear the sound of a hand hitting fabric and assume she's patted Tim's shoulder as she introduced Tim to you. Why was she doing this, what purpose could introducing you two have? You nod again, was anyone going to ring you out?

“Hi, this all?” a deep voice asked, it isn't extremely deep more of a standard baritone that has a slight raspy quality, probably a reformed smoker. You don't smell cigarettes currently so he could've quit after years. Unfortunately despite your efforts to stave them off your blinking tics emerge. Making it difficult to keep your eyes open for longer than a nano second.

Startled and ticcing you look up and catch his eyes, you see pity in them, before casting your glance back to the counter. You can never tell what's worse people seeing you as weird or seeing you as something needing to be fixed. Nodding again, Tim tells you the total; a dollar fifty eight, and you hand him two dollars from your wallet.

Tim doesn't ask if you want the receipt or a bag, he prints out the receipt and hands you your change. The change goes immediately into the cat food fund for Magnolia. She got diagnosed with diabetes about a month ago and having worked in shelters and pet stores you know just how expensive her prescription food is. After folding the receipt into your wallet, Tim gently slides the water bottle over to you.

“Have a good night.” he says it so low and gentle, as if he thinks you'll shatter in front of him. As kind as the gesture seems, you aren't that fragile...or maybe you are if you have to keep repeating 'mask' over and over in your head to ground yourself. With a final nod you turn and make your way to the door, and just as you open it you hear Ronnie call out.

“Awwww, c'mon YN at least say 'Hi' to Tim.” You really don't like how she squeaked out 'hi'.

Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself, you'll show them both you can do this simple task. Even if you can't stop blinking long enough to see straight. Once you've steadied yourself you turn and look at Tim. He's sending you a look that says 'You don't have to' all that's missing is a slow head shake to complete his unease with this “peer pressure”.

But you can do this you can say 'Hi, Tim.' Two words super simple, nothing complex like 'Hi, Tim, nice to meet you.' and so much better than the option of your next meeting saying 'Hi, Tim. Sorry for spazzing out the other night.'. Yup you can do this just breathe, you open your mouth and...and you've forgotten what to say. Looking like a deer in headlights, well at least the tics stopped, you say the first thing that pops in.

“Mask.” You've said it loud and clear both cashiers heard you.

Tim stares with wide eyes and you see Ronnie failing to hide her laughter. Out of all the ways this could've gone this was probably the best outcome for her. The blinking has started up again, this time growing more frequent. You can't even hold your eyes open, to the two cashiers it must look like you're in pain or crying. And while you want to die of embarrassment, crying is a bit of an extreme for you.

So with red face and the inability to see you leave through the door, and try to make your way back to your car. Once in you lock the doors, switch the car on, and rest your head on the steering wheel. Out of every way this stop could've gone, being perceived by a new comer and Ronnie was not what you expected. While this hadn't been the worst five minutes or so of your life, it definitely would be another thing keeping you up at night for the next twenty years.

Calming down in the cool quiet dark of your car your slowly brought back to the world by the beginning of a new episode. This one talking about the Tailypo legend. A favorite story of yours from when you were a kid living on the coast of Virginia. So with yet another deep breath and the wave of nostalgia, you pull out of the parking lot and slowly coast down the old dirt road. Heading yet again for the Monongahela forest.

It's nearly two in the morning when you roll up to see an RV parked by the forgotten entrance of the park. It isn't surprising at all to find an RV out here since the Monongahela Forest is one of the most beautiful parks you've ever been to. You also don't think anything of them being parked by this unused entrance because you use it all the time since finding it accidentally. Figuring they just wanted to camp and be left to their own devices rather than use the RV sites and be bothered with other campers here for the summer.

Climbing out of your car you notice the RV isn't new by any means but it isn't a total rust bucket either, looks like it's been passed around throughout the years. There isn't anything to suggest it's been here a while, nothing left set up outside, must have just gotten into town then. You do happen to notice dog tracks around the sandy dirt you've parked in, good to know they have a dog before you slammed your car door. Closing the door gently behind you so you don't startle a pup and wake up it's owner or owners, you make your way through the woods. No real direction in mind, with no real thought in your head. Just the thought of moving and to keep on moving.

You could walk the same path every time you came through and always find something different. In fact that's exactly what happens, you're almost positive that you've deepened the imprint of the path just from walking through several times a week. Following the same winding path you usually do, climbing over the fallen tree, and through a scattering of blueberry thicket's you find yourself on the edge of one of the forest's many streams. It's your favorite spot in the forest so far, and about as far as you've gotten considering these hikes of yours take place during the dead of night.

The wind picks up and sends a chill through you, taking that as a sign you slide down to sit by the stream. Vans placed to your side as you sink your feet into the cool water. It's peaceful out here, so cool, and quiet, save for the slight noises the stream makes, various bubbling and drips. You try to think on things like your recent move, your job, the embarrassing 'mask' incident, just life in general. But you can't seem to form a single thought, this happens a lot, you've recently been conscious of the fact that you've been running on auto pilot for the past two months, hell a lot longer than that. You think everyone must get like this from time to time, but you think you've always been this way. Keen to dissociating and slipping in and out of existence.

It's quite nice really, except for the times like right now where you'd love to figure out why the silence in your head is so painfully loud. The more you think on it the louder it gets and the stronger the buzzing under your skin feels. And right now the static in your mind has been getting louder and louder for the past few minutes. You feel your head jerk to the right of it's own accord, moving back in place it happens for a second time, and then a third, then jerks up, before jerking a forth time to the right effectively cracking you neck.

“There we go.” you mumble, you can relax a bit as the verbal tic indicates the end of this round of tics.

Sighing you look at the sky...that can't be right. The sky has been painted it's fresh baby blues for the day, but again that can't be right. You just got to the stream, that path is a thirty minute walk meaning it should be just about two thirty in the morning, but the sky suggests it's five or six at the latest. Reaching for your water bottle you find it empty next to you. You didn't fall asleep you know that much, perhaps you did dissociate tonight. Well this hike was disappointing if you knew you were going to dissociate you'd have saved yourself that embarrassment and stayed home. Maybe done some painting or tidied up.

Sighing you push yourself off the ground, collecting you vans you're about to put them on when you notice a figure off in the distance. You freeze out of shock and stare at the figure, it stares back. The figure is about ten yards away, god your near sighted ass should really remember to not leave your glasses in the car when hiking. The figure starts to make it's way to you and after a few steps you realize it hasn't moved from it's spot. Rolling your eyes you ignore the hallucination.

You'd really needed to get sleep last night, today is day six of no sleep and though you haven't had many episodes these past few days, you have a feeling they'll start to get more prominent today. Hopefully tonight you can manage to get some rest, the longer you go without sleep the more realistic the hallucinations become. But for today you're content with the knowledge that it's just shadow like beings that you'll be seeing.

After putting on your shoes you start the thirty minute hike back to your car. You're thankful for the weather in Kepler, nothing like back on the coast. Here you can go for a morning hike through the forest while a gentle breeze passes by and the sun starts to give the area a pleasant warmth. Back on the coast you couldn't run and grab the mail without getting drenched in moisture from either sweat, humidity, or a mixture of both. The coast sucks, hell Virginia sucks altogether, you're glad to be in Kepler.

“I want to go home, home.” you say out of nowhere.

Before you reach the entrance you hear barking, oh the RV campers must be up. Should you be careful not to scare them, or just walk normally and say 'Good morning' in passing, maybe just nod your head in greeting. Oh and you've stopped just beside the entrance as you got lost in your rambling. You didn't mean to come to a stop here, and as you try to move you notice how silent it's gotten. Did the dog go inside, maybe they've already passed...no it's too quiet for that. No the silence is oppressive like the one you deal with nightly, there's a reason for the silence. The situation's making you feel uneasy, but that could be the sleep deprivation talking.

You're about to brush it off and move when you hear a whispered, “Seriously man, I don't think anyone's out there. Let's get inside.”

There's a noise of agreement before you hear shuffling. Oh no, you zoned out and now you look like a weirdo stalker. Just perfect, maybe if you wait around a little more you'll seem more normal or at least feel normal. Not knowing how long to wait you walk along the tree line for a bit, looking at the ground as you do making sure you won't step on any snakes. In you quest to not step on any snakes you spot something suspiciously off white. It seems purposefully buried under a dead blueberry bush and some fallen branches.

Having listened to too many true crime shows, you know better than to implicate yourself in a murder. Grabbing a stick off the ground you gently brush the foliage away from the supposed corpse. No way, you can't believe your luck, it's an actual fucking skull. An intact skull of a deer! That is so cool, you've only seen taxidermists on TikTok getting so lucky and finding these dudes. Since the jaw bone is connected by tissue it of course isn't with the skull but maybe it's close by? Clearly this got planted or hidden by someone, maybe they were planning on pranking a friend by 'uncovering' a skull later. Oh well, finders keepers and all that, you have way better plans for this guy, hopefully you can find that jaw bone.

You set off searching through the foliage and near by bushes with the branch while holding the skull in your other arm. After searching about three feet around and finding no more bones you decide that this is the only part of the deer's skeleton in this area. A little disappointed but still thrilled with your find, you decide it must be a good time to go back to your car.

Surely you won't look weird now. You a little forager with their treasure in hand. Looks like you'll be busy cleaning, then bleaching, and cleaning these bones today. Is that the order to treat found bones? You aren't sure but you can look into that later. Placing the skull in the trunk so it doesn't roll about and get damaged you make sure it's secure before closing the trunk and getting into your car and locking the doors.

Not once did you notice the pairs of eyes that had been watching you. One watching as you found the deer skull, and the other set seeing you place bones into your car. They kept watching as you fiddled with the radio while the car was starting up. They watched as you pulled out of the sandy dirt lot and drove back down the old road a little faster than before now that you could clearly see.

#creepypasta fanfic #ticci tobyx reader #brain thomas x reader #timothy wright x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #reader insert #no clue if I'm reaching a wider audience than AO3 but I'll try this out #Crossposted #as of now 13 chapters are over on AO3 if you wanted to read #other wise I'll post a chapter every 3 days on here until I catch up with AO3 #Ao3 has priority #A cure for insomnia

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[ID: Banner background has watercolors rainbow flag painted vertically. Text in the center reads “Hartmonfest 2021 Masterlist”. Either side of the text is a circular picture for each character looking casual and happy with a bright contrasting background. Hartley Rathaway is on the left and Cisco Ramon on the right. /END ID]

Apologies for getting the masterlist up much later than originally promised. Thanks to all who made fanworks for this event - it was great to have a couple of weeks with much more Hartmon content than usual. If you haven’t already, please do show the creators some love if you’re able to.

Full list behind the read more (17 fanfics and 1 set of fic recs).

FANFIC: “Sick For the Holiday” by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

Cisco wakes up with a cold on Thanksgiving morning. Thankfully he’s got a doting boyfriend to take care of him.

FANFIC: “Paradise Parade” by @blueelvewithwings - tumblr | AO3

Hartley and Cisco go to the Pride Parade, where Cisco watches all the floats and Hartley mostly watches Cisco. With heart eyes, of course.

FANFIC: “Unpacking the Accelerator (The Broken Pedestal)“ by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

The information on the Flash's personal frequency was only ever a distraction so that no one would realize that Hartley had actually installed a virus in the system in order to steal terabytes worth of data on the accelerator. Which is promptly dumped online. Of course, data is useless without context, but that's where Hartley's new blog comes into play.

FANFIC: “Where Have All the Blue Skies Gone?“ by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

The Crisis is over and Barry is dead. And now everyone who loved him has to figure out how to pick up the pieces. Cisco's not sure how to do that yet. He just knows he doesn't want his jagged edges hurting Hartley.

FANFIC: “Shoulder of Support“ by @blueelvewithwings - tumblr | AO3

Cisco wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Hartley sleeping on his tiny couch. This is not acceptable, and clearly needs to be rectified.

FANFIC: “Five Times Hartley Needed Support (And One Time He Got It)“ by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

It's always been difficult for Hartley to find support from his loved ones. (But somehow Cisco makes it easy...)

FANFIC: “Undercover“ by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

Hartley's gotten into more than his fair share of trouble of the last few years, but his latest misadventure has put him on the FBI's radar and the only way to get out of trouble is to go undercover at STAR Labs to investigate whatever it is wrong with the accelerator that's getting former employees killed to shut them up. This'd probably be easier if one of Hartley's new coworkers wasn't the single most distractingly sexy person Hartley's ever met.

FANFIC: “Undercover Under Covers“ by @blueelvewithwings - tumblr | AO3

Cisco is at Saints and Sinners, trying to spy on the Rogues. Unfortunately, a too-handsy mobster tries to make his advances... until Hartley rescues him. And then, really, it all just kind of goes downhill from there. Or uphill? AKA Hartley sucks on a lollipop and Cisco has a Big Oral Fixation.

FANFIC: “To Know Oneself“ by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

Hartley's absolutely certain that if Cisco could remember their shared past then he wouldn't be flirting so outrageously. Cisco's equally certain that even when he gets his memories back he'll want to shove Hartley against the nearest hard surface and kiss Hartley until his brain reboots.

FANFIC: “Inflictions of Identity“ by @blueelvewithwings - tumblr | AO3

Hartley hates Pride Month, he wants nothing to do with it. Most of that boils down to how he really really wishes he wasn't gay. Over a course of a rainbow-filled June, and with Cisco's help, he slowly learns to see that maybe, just maybe, being who he is is something to be proud of, after all. Cisco's confectionary treats along the way certainly help a lot, as well.

RECS: 7 fic recs by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr

FANFIC: “Signs of Change“ by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

Cisco keeps dreaming about this hallway full of blue-gray doors. Except for one. There's this one door that's red. And maybe it's a vision or maybe it's just a dream indicating an impending change. Life keeps changing so fast and, as the only person left at STAR Labs, Cisco's maybe a little afraid he's been left behind while everyone else moves on. Of course... life has a way of sweeping everyone up eventually.

FANFIC: “Tender Trust“ by @blueelvewithwings - tumblr | AO3

Cisco wants to give Hartley a massage to help him relax after a long day. Hartley is pretty sure Cisco just wants to get him nice and pliable so he can hurt or fuck him better. Of course, Cisco does no such thing.

FANFIC: “Trust Fall“ by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

Hartley's really not sure trusting Cisco is a great idea. Just because the guy has had an attack of conscience over the unethical prison in STAR Labs basement doesn't mean he's going to be a reliable partner in Hartley's quest for vengeance against Harrison Wells. But if Hartley wants to make progress in shutting down the Pipeline Prison, then he doesn't really have a choice. Meanwhile Cisco's trust in Dr. Wells has been shattered by the discovery that his mentor not only deliberately ignored the flaws in the accelerator, but has been secretly studying meta humans. Many of whom - like Cisco himself - haven't even manifested powers yet. But Cisco doesn't want to believe his trust in Caitlin and Barry has been misplaced, even as he commits to throwing in his lot with Hartley.

FANFIC: “Modern Marriage“ by @blueelvewithwings - tumblr | AO3

Hartley is less than thrilled to meet the next person his parents throw at him to marry, but for the sake of not getting carted off to conversion therapy, he's willing to take that step... When he meets Cisco, he realises that things are not as dire as they might seem, if they play their cards right.

FANFIC: “Merriest of Memories“ by @blueelvewithwings - tumblr | AO3

A little glimpse of memories held dear and captured in photographs - a birthday, sibling love, the happiest day, newfound family.

FANFIC: “Begin Again with New Beginnings“ by @blueelvewithwings - tumblr | AO3

The last person Cisco expected to run into at the Coast City Jitters is Hartley Rathaway. No. The last person Cisco expected to run into at the Coast City Jitters is a smiling Hartley Rathaway.

FANFIC: “Rip Van Winkle“ by @kitkatt0430 - tumblr | AO3

The last thing Hartley remembers is heading for the pipeline with Ronnie and Cisco. And then he's waking up in the Cortex, Flyleaf playing in the background. It's six months later and the whole world has turned itself upside down.

If anyone made anything we didn’t spot and reblog/include here, do let us know as things turning up in the tags can be very hit and miss.

We hope you enjoyed the fest, and if anyone wants to make anything for the prompts after the fest we’d still be happy to reblog any additional fanworks. :)

#hartmonfest2021 #hartmonfest #hartmon #cisco ramon x hartley rathaway #hartley x cisco #hartley rathaway x cisco ramon #cisco x hartley #cisco ramon #the flash #Hartley Rathaway #modpost #masterlist

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