#Larks Lou

[avomagazine]

Every week, we bring you a treasure trove of captivating music videos from lesser-known, new and intriguing Japanese artists who deserve your support! Join us on this extraordinary musical journey as we shed light on the artists who often go unnoticed but leave an unforgettable impact. We also maintain a YouTube Music playlist

This week we highlighted music videos from: 🍙 覇道拳 (HA-DO-KEN) 🍙 Larks Lou 🍙 SAISEIGA 🍙 akari 🍙 ムラサキチハヤ (Chihaya Murasaki) 🍙 SITUASION 🍙 やまみー (Yamamii)

Since 2020, AVO Magazine has been curating a list of seven music videos by Japanese artists and bands across various genres, from pop and rock to metal.

Enjoy the music!

[kestrelteens]

Sooo, this is just a buncha conversions I did that I wanted to share in case someone finds them useful/cute 🌼

oversized hoodie by @mossylane (AM-TM, 4 swatches, 2,450 polys, morphs)

lark shorts + freya boots by @mossylane + lou socks by @sforzcc (AF-TF, 8 swatches, shorts 718 polys & boots 1,886 polys, both morphs)

elinore jacket by @mossylane (AF-TF, 8 swatches, 2,374 polys, both morphs)

grunge revival denim jacket (AF, AM-TF, TM, 6 swatches, 3,250 polys, both morphs)

grunge revival corduroy shorts + rock point boots by @sforzcc (AM-TM, 6 swatches, shorts 768 polys & boots 1,152 polys, morphs)

Whew! That was a lot haha (kinda)  🦥

Everything’s compressed, enjoy! ♥ The lark shorts has been removed due to the mesh not working properly, updating the download as soon as I fix it ♥

download (sfs) // alt download (mediafire)

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ one syllable name masterlist ( below the cut is #181 one syllable first names. they are a mixture of feminine, masculine and neutral names, but please use as you see fit. please like / reblog if you found useful. )

air

anne

art

ash

ayn

banks

bay

bear

beck

bee

bell

ben

bess

birch

bird

blair

blaise

bliss

blue

blythe

bo

bram

branch

bree

britt

brock

brooke

brooks

cal

cale

carl

cash

cat

ceil

chance

charles

chris

clare

clay

cole

cort

cove

crew

cy

dale

dan

dane

dash

dax

day

dean

dove

drew

dune

elle

eve

faith

fay

fern

finn

firth

fox

frank

frost

gael

gage

grant

gray

greer

gus

gwen

hal

hank

hayes

hope

huck

hugh

jack

jade

james

jane

jay

jett

joan

joe

john

joy

jude

june

kai

kate

kay

kent

kerr

king

kit

knox

lake

land

lane

lark

lee

leith

lou

love

lux

luz

mac

mae

max

maeve

mark

maude

max

miles

nash

nate

neil

nell

north

nyx

oak

paige

paul

pax

pearl

penn

pierce

pike

poe

price

psalm

puck

quinn

ralph

ray

reed

reese

rex

rose

roy

ruth

sage

saint

sam

sean

seth

shane

shay

sim

sloane

snow

storm

tai

tate

tay

tess

thad

tom

true

truth

ty

vale

van

vaughn

vern

wade

walt

wes

west

whit

will

win

wolf

wren

wynn

yahn

zack

zane

zeke

zen

[fnvminorcharacterpoll]

Congratulations to the winner of the best minor character in Fallout: New Vegas,

That's right Beatrix, who doesn't? Our voters sure do! They pinched and squealed with you all the way to the grandest prize of all from a humble seventh seed. You went up against some profoundly tough competition such as Siri and No-Bark Noonan, but you won every single one of your bracket match-ups by a significant margin, even when it came down to ghoul-versus-ghoul for all the marbles. The numbers don't lie: wherever you went, people followed and rejoiced in your name. Nobody stood a chance. And now you can relax, kick back, swig some absinthe at the Wrangler, and bask in your ultimate victory.

Thank you sincerely to everyone who voted, followed along, became designated cheerleaders, and laughed and joked and fiercely debated throughout this whole thing, which itself began as something of a lark. I made this tournament for two reasons: spite for lesser and worse tournament blogs that either didn't seed their brackets properly or got called off when things didn't go the T.O.'s way, and determination to prove the simple point that every character is somebody's favorite character. The most unlikely of candidates became dark horses in the race, achieving unlikely success in the polls even if they didn't make it to the finals: consider Big Beard and Little Beard, Deputy Beagle, and our bloc of notable corpses. People were adding on to every post, screaming in the tags, and making submissions about why the most random characters -- characters with barely any discussion or artwork in their tumblr tags -- deserve, if not the gold, then your attention if even for a moment. On this front, I am more than satisfied. Thank you all for such a fun time, and check out my FNV fancomic @ikroah if you get the chance. There's lots of minor characters in that.

Love ya, --@fallout-lou-begas, your T.O.

Fallout: New Vegas Minor Character Poll Final Standings:

[eagna-eilis]

Lestat Watches Star Wars

Louis, viens t'asseoir dans la chambre television! Daniel has informed me that I must watch these masterpieces of the modern cinema... called Les Guerres D'Etoilles... you see this little boy, hm? i believe he will grow up to be most maniacal! MON DIEU regarde the red hornéd one as he twirls his rapier of fire! Louis, what is this, 'ow you say, 'podracing'? Is this a new mortal diversion? I should like to try it!

*

Mon cher, I do not understand why you are not paying attention - is the beauty of Monsieur McGregor not enough to draw your eye? Is he not your type, so blonde and charmant ...I neither understand nor trust these bourgeois politiciens d'espace at all... Oh, Louuuuuuuiiiisss regarde the beautiful dresses worn by Mademoiselle Padmé, she is trés elegante! Louis, what is a 'clone'? ...PUTAIN DE MERDE the heroic boy has slain tout les Raiders Tuskens! Les hommes, les dames, ET LES ENFANTS! Louis, I do not think that Mademoiselle Padmé should marry this brute, he is 'bad news' as the mortals say... WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW HOW SHE FEELS?! PUT DOWN THE PROUST AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!

*

Ah, Louis, I can feel myself becoming attached to Monsieur Williams' belle musique. C'est most expressive, non? I feel for Petit Ani, he suffers at the thought of his beloved dying. Ah, would that he could bestow upon her the Dark Gift! ...LOUIS THEY HAVE OPERA IN THE GALAXIE LOINISSIMENT! ...oh SACRE BLEU Petit Ani has been flambéed! I can, 'ow you say, hardcore relate? Ah, so you are listening to me! What do you mean that if I was in space I would be a Sith Lord? that is most unkind, cher, most unkind indeed! Hmph!

*

C'est le temp pour le quatrieme! Un Espoir Nouveau! ahahaha Louis we should get an amusing little talking robot, non, come Le Err-doux-dee-doux et Le Cee-trois-pay-zero! oh mon cœur regarde the sunset, but double! How I understand Luc Marche-Etoilles, he longs to leave his sandy Auvergne for the bright lights of Tosche Station! Louis, what is a power converter? Louis, why do they fight poorly with their rapiers of fire when not three films ago they were wielding them with preternatural grace? ...Louis why did the furry one not receive an accolade from La Princesse?

*

Oh, Louuuuuiiiisss regarde the handsome Monsieur Solo in his coat d'hiver! He is such a dashing rogue! He loves to be told how bad he is! Il est trés sexy. Oh, Louis, don't pout with la jalousie. ...ugh, Lou, may we please do the fast-forward? I do not like this business in the swamp, and I think you know why. No, I don't know how to work the controller-remote - you must do it. PUTAIN SACRÉ THE EVIL BEAST IS THE FATHER OF BRAVE LUC! ...what do you mean we knew that already? We did not! I am shocked, Louis, SHOCKED I tell you... Why are you laughing at me? Oh, nevermind, I do so love to hear your laugh.

*

Louis, doesn't Monsieur Le Hutt remind you of Alderman Fenwick? Bahahaha, yes, Princesse! Strangle him! Oh, what a lark! ...Louis why do L'Empire continue to create these Etoilles de Morts when clearly they are no match for the magical powers of Luc, especially now that he is aided in confidence by wearing the most beguiling boots from Madame Chanel's fine atelier? ...Mon cher we could not trust you amongst those petits Chewbaccas, I fear you would eat them! ...sniff... sniffle... no Louis I'm not crying, there's just blood leaking from my eyes... just... I'm glad that Ani and Luc reunited... sniffle...

*

Louis, I do not understand what you mean. How can a mouse grab cash? Its petit souris paws could not hold more than a few centimes! ...hush now, mon chou, it is beginning ...Louis the delectable pilot and the beautiful ex-infantryman, they are supposedly 'just friends'. Mais ce n'est pas vrai, unless they are 'just friends' the same way you and I are 'just friends'! ...NON! NON NON NON! The beautiful Monsieur Solo has been slain by the fiery claymore of his own progeny! Que triste! Que Shakespearean! Though I for one wouldn't mind being impaled by Jeune Solo's claymore if you catch my... OW LOUIS DO NOT ELBOW ME IN THE RIBS! ARRÊT!

*

Loooooouuuuuuiiiiiiissssss, viennnnnnnnn, it is time for Les Derniers Jedi! OH MON DIEU Luke Skywalker, he is a hermit! Dedicated to his dying faith! Did you know Armand was comme ça when we met? Lou, do you think the petit Jedi and Jeune Solo should be lovers? L'internet is most divided on this, 'ow you say, sheeeep. Very well, declare me problematique if you must! Would L'Internet sheep us, pense-tu? Ce qui sera notre Sheep Name? Je pense qu'il y a 'Loustat'.

*

...Louis zis one has more inconsistencies du narrative than yours and Daniel's infernal book! Le Chancellor, 'e 'as returnéd. Somehow. SOMEHOW. Ou est my beloved Rose, une femme trés capable and courageouse? Putain de merde, zis is an abomination! Treasure hunt aprés treasure hunt! I cannot continue! I refuse! I will consult Notre Propre Archive for a superior conclusion! Bon nuit!

[panspy]

List of Half Foot inspired* prefixes and suffixes, excluding surnames

*based on my basic understanding of the naming convention. and also the canon ones :p

All under the cut, its a long list. Also some fun full names that could TECHNICALLY be half foot names

Feel free to comment/reblog with your own!

prefixes

puck

mel

trill

tam

nim

mep

mag

may

fler

fleur

mei

chil

chip

eve

rev

rue

roan

zap

gar

tick

rass

thack

keg

fritz

chock

mund

pitch

snif

nit

huck

dell

flynn

good

kish

kipp

kipper

bix

binx

skip

maze

jive

dan

clem

soot

kemp

moll

bram

brom

pip

zip

merry

scot

suffixes

jack

eve

nick

james

my

kash

bea

lynn

lee

ash

dot

patch

jona

aster

luke

joy

ive

bill

bert

blue

breck

flynn

hyde

jame

jo

lewis

merle

mirl

maud

vic

vick

dan

murph

duke

jove

beck

frank

lark

gale

link

dell

sue

lou

patti

tom

chuck

ness

dave

don

tim

john

jake

beth

lisa

liza

bob

rob

mitch

pete

ian

bonus names

rhettlink (i mean come on)

charlee bigs

aliceyn chains

nicknack

kipperlily (i mean its RIGHT there)

bugsnax (listen.)

grandpa cheez

petzig

timney

lugnut torks

timhor tons

slimjim

[noh07]

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. you can find the newest list 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! ^^

[hpowellsmith]

Books of 2023

I was pleased to read lots of books this year! I greatly enjoyed the majority of these - the only one I wouldn't really recommend was Rated M for Mature - and the favourites are bolded. There were quite a lot of others that I didn't end up finishing, which were mostly memoirs of people who I felt interested in but didn't find their writing very compelling, and some second-world fantasy novels that didn't grab me. Most of this year's reading was historical, contemporary, memoirs, or horror: it was only towards the end of the year that I got some fantasy in there, which is funny as I've always thought of myself as a big fantasy fan - if anyone has any queer non-YA fantasy recommendations, I'd love to have them. The most recent new-to-me fantasy I loved was The Sacred Dark series by May Peterson, if that helps!

I was really happy to read Alison Rumfitt, Torrey Peters, Maya Deane, Lee Mandelo, EE Ottoman, and Brandon Taylor for the first time in particular, and look forward to reading more of them in the future; Ducks by Kate Beaton hit hard and stuck with me; Passion and Play is a massively illuminating read for anyone interested in writing intimate scenes in games and made me feel a ton more confident and intentional in doing so; I loved returning to and crying over old favourites Elizabeth Wein and Terry Pratchett after a very long time.

Detransition, Baby - Torrey Peters

A Perfect Spy - John le Carre

Felix Ever After - Kacen Callender

Lark and Kasim Start a Revolution - Kacen Callender

Youngman - Lou Sullivan

The Ministry of Unladylike Activity - Robin Stevens

Winterkeep - Kristin Cashore

Rated M for Mature: Sex and Sexuality in Video Games - Matthew Wysocki (ed.), Evan W. Lauteria (ed.)

Passion and Play: A Guide to Designing Sexual Content in Games - Michelle Clough

How Games Move Us: Emotions by Design - Katherine Isbister

Tell Me I'm Worthless - Alison Rumfitt

The Companion - EE Ottoman

The Pearl Thief - Elizabeth Wein

Real Life - Brandon Taylor

The Autistic Trans Guide to Life - Yenn Purkis, Wenn Lawson

The Enigma Game - Elizabeth Wein

Filthy Animals - Brandon Taylor

Gender Queer - Maia Kobabe

Ten Steps to Nanette - Hannah Gadsby

Terry Pratchett: A Life With Footnotes - Rob Wilkins

Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands - Kate Beaton

The Late Americans - Brandon Taylor

Wrath Goddess Sing - Maya Deane

Vivi Conway and the Sword of Legend - Lizzie Huxley-Jones

Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo

Slow River - Nicola Griffith (reread)

The Others of Edenwell - Verity Hollowell

Pageboy - Elliot Page

Brainwyrms - Alison Rumfitt

Uncomfortable Labels - Laura Kate Dale

The Easternmost House - Juliet Blaxland

The Two Doctors Górski - Isaac Fellman

Dark Matter: A Ghost Story - Michelle Paver

Charmed Life - Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

A Trans Man Walks Into A Gay Bar - Harry Nicholas

Going Postal - Terry Pratchett

Monstrous Regiment - Terry Pratchett (reread)

In Strictest Confidence - Craig Revel Horwood

[perpetualexistentialcrisis17]

thanks for tagging me @willow-lark :] 💜

Last song: son of nyx by hozier!

Favorite color: blue

Currently reading: dark rise by c s pacat despite @cherryisgone telling me not to <3

Last movie: red white and royal blue

Sweet/spicy/savory: spicy!!

Current obsession: dimension 20. i just finished never after and have started crown of candy and i fear i am in too deep and am too mesmerized by lou wilson's ability to commit to the bit

Last thing I Googled: nissan pao

Currently working on: i am Trying to write before i hop on a call with the college lads to work out trip details

tagging (no pressure!) @starsarefire824 @fireflywitch @daydreams-in-the-moonlight @souverian-are-we

[gatesofember]

can there be nice gentle spoilers

I am in so much pain, I'm halfway through a re read and I can't do it hfksfkkdkfkdkd thank you for all this tho

But, can there be sweet wholesome spoilers if there was anything of the sort

How is Reyna, and Jason and etc etc etc

I'm really interested in how apollos relationship alter because of the grief

"the baby is stillborn" made me sob

Do they. Nico and Will. Are they still so gentle about their love. I'm so

YEAH THIS IS DESPAIR HOW DO I MAKE IT MORE CLEAR NFJSKFKDKFK

👉👈 are you mad at me

idk much about anyone else tbh a lot of other story lines got abandoned

surprised the stillborn baby got that much of a reaction bc I know for a fact that at least a few people saw that one coming miles away. but ig the point wasn’t really to shock you. I actually think it’s worse when you sense that something horrible is going to happen but the characters in the story don’t know it so you have to watch them start to feel hope knowing that it’s all just going to be ripped away and then the horrible thing happens and there was nothing you could do about it. :)

but yeah Will and Nico still in love and very gentle together! this is from my notes of what happens when they decide that Nico should go home to Pluto while Will stays with his family:

(ugh. sickening. pathetic.)

don’t worry their relationship was going to get better again and I was going to write a very sweet reunion scene. they were going to hug. it was going to be a really good hug. but then I was going to write a scene where Nico tried to talk to Lou Ellen and she made it very clear that her best friend and husband would still be alive if it wasn’t for Nico :)

I remember writing something about Will noticing Apollo and Daphne quietly sitting together with their hands touching while everyone was grieving (Hyacinthus was going to be there for him too ofc! they’re poly)

idk if I ever actually did this while writing the series but Nico’s nickname for Will was going to be “lark.” I know he said it at least once when he woke up after their wedding but it was supposed to be A Thing. mega cringe, super cute.

[audreypmother-blog]

FOR WESTERN LOVERS, Welcome to BLUESTONE by Bryan Blake and meet Bonny Lou Baker a female Sheriff.

The headstrong college dropout claimed the sheriff job no one else wanted, almost as a lark. Even her boyfriend, a Copper Queen Mine geologist, thought those fancy frontier six-shooter were baubles to go with her buckskins. But her no-nonsense attitude, and her twin ivory-handled Colts, kept petty criminals at bay. This town has its characters — unruly miners, cardsharps, drunks, and prostitutes — but Expansion brought a deadlier variety of malcontents, and the town’s spirit changed.

The Mayor and the townspeople weren’t sure she could handle the new trouble-makers: a gang leaving a trail of robberies and slaughtered victims, bearing down on Bluestone. What could one Eastern-raised woman do?

Find out in this rip-roaring Western: https://www.boldventurepress.com/bluestone/

and by the way Bryan Blake is the pen name for Bryan Cox

[crazythatcounts]

Flark wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the situation, to be honest.

All of this was done on sort of a lark, to be fair to him, so his preparation had been fairly minimal. He’d been bored with the usual grind - that was the start of it. Working in the Intergalactic Department of Space Vehicle and Transportation was not exactly a pleasant job - most people thought the whole process of registering space fairing vehicles unpleasant, and Flark knew better than anyone that most of the regulations in place that people found abhorrent were in place due to a singular planet or underdeveloped species and hardly mattered. There were occasional planets that just needed a little extra protection, that was all, but that meant the rules surrounding them never came up for the usual Class One species he interacted with on the daily. It all made sense in the long run, but Flark could only explain that yes, he did have to have proof of solar emissions on all vehicles logged before he was allowed to issue renewals due to the fact that Space Lane RF5, which most people didn’t even use, went through the Quarx system and the Quarx system was naturally predisposed to solar flares, so many times before it became the worst part of his day. And like most of his coworkers, when he expressed that he was starting to burn out, it was suggested he find something fun to do and offered the usual Company Catalog of Recreational Activities.

Thinking back, he wasn’t really sure why he chose hunting as his sport de jour. His Uncle was a hunter, or at least had been last they’d seen each other, and maybe he’d just latched on to something familiar. Flark hadn’t see his uncle in roughly three-hundred years, which was a decent amount of time for his species, so he wasn’t even sure if his Uncle still went out. But it seemed better than solar wind rafting, or any of the other sporty sort of adventures the Company Catalog offered, free of charge. The benefit was that he didn’t have to pay a dime to go – it was “company enrichment”, meant to keep the overworked satiated in any way they could, but honestly, most people weren’t going to complain about free multi-week vacations – but the downside was that he didn’t actually get to pick his destination. Or his quarry. Or anything else that really mattered. He was just given a leaflet on the planet, a ticket for the spaceport, and a departure time.  

“Oh, Lou!” The woman next to him cried out, flailing her fleshy right appendage at the other near her. Flark watched, trying to figure out how things had gotten to where they were, but nothing really stood out. He had, when his trip started, dutifully boarded the Company Shuttle after doing his minimal research, and let himself get shipped off to, of all places, a little nowhere planet called Earth. Now, Flark was familiar with a lot of planets – he had to know the regulations for most of them, after all – but even he was a little lost when it came to Earth. What he did know was very little: Earth was a Class Four planet, meaning it was inhabited by sentient, and often violently reactive, beings, but those beings hadn’t achieved any meaningful spaceflight and didn’t look like they were going to do so any time soon. He’d seen the reports of their “moon landing”, which he honestly thought was kind of cute – they’d been so proud to step off their front porch, after all, but they clearly had no idea what was waiting for them past their own system – but he’d been warned that, cute though they may have seemed, there was something dangerous to them. Otherwise, however, the information was sparse, as most people didn’t visit. The stories he’d heard ranged from the weird to the downright terrifying, and a lot seemed entirely unbelievable – humans poison themselves for fun, he’d been told right before leaving, among other things. Humans live very short lives, and somehow drive to make them shorter by killing each other, another coworker had said. But nothing had prepared him for actually coming face to face with a human in the first place.

“Lou! Take a picture!” The woman – and he was fairly sure the human in front of him was a woman, though Flark wasn’t entirely positive; his species didn’t practice sexual dimorphism in any capacity, as most Class One species eschewed the idea of gender long before they’d reached multi-system spaceflight, and thus he was unpracticed in telling, but he heard the human next to her using the appropriate feminine pronouns and figured woman was close enough – intoned, her voice both a pleading yowl and a nearly feral hiss at the same time. The man – and again, Flark was out of practice, but he figured the attempt at machismo was a good marker – shook his head, lifting a proto-lens capture device up to his face and pressing a button, which clicked balefully at him. Flark had no idea if the device had even captured a good image, and honestly was a bit concerned that they weren’t concerned about the quality – his lens capture device, strapped to the “spectacles” he’d been told to disguise it under, showed him every image he wanted to take before he took it. He’d been told ahead of time that humans were borderline primitive, for being sentient, but he didn’t realize it was that bad.

“Hey,” The woman, who was short, squat, and looked maybe a bit too feral for Flark’s taste, turned to him. He’d done as advised and disguised himself; he was in a floral shirt with flowers he didn’t recognize, but thought might be poisonous, even thought he was assured they were customary clothing accessories, and a pair of leg covers that didn’t actually cover his entire legs called shorts, and he’d grabbed a visual-transfuser from the spaceport on his way out, which he was grateful for. His usual appearance was twice a human’s height and too fuzzy to explain, and he was warned explicitly on boarding that humans were hyper-reactive and would bite anyone that didn’t fit their worldview. He wasn’t sure how effective their bites were, considering their teeth were relatively round, but he also didn’t want to risk whatever diseases they might have carried. Besides that, regardless of his quarry, there were enough humans on the planet that attracting the attention of one’s ire was not necessarily advised. “You want us to take your picture, mister?” She asked, of him, and he stared, blankly, back at her, only half hearing.

He didn’t really know how to respond to her, especially because of the fact that the catalog said he would be hunting humans, not hunting with humans, and that left him reeling. But regulations had changed, and when he’d landed, the spaceport had explained that, due to the Sentience Act of Galactic Travel, any sentience still counted towards being a protected species. The Catalog was, unfortunately, outdated, but, he’d been told, he’d still get the hunting trip he wanted. He was, instead, to be saddled with a troupe of humans – a hunting club, they called themselves – that were experienced with the sport and would assist him in his vacation. They would provide the equipment and the quarry, and he had no worries.

He was still worried, however. There wasn’t much like being told the predator you’d psyched yourself up to shoot and then probably run screaming from was actually going to be the thing that handed you a weapon.

“Leave him alone, Mariam.” The man, likely called Lou, shook his head at Flark, the aggressive sneer on his face reminding Flark why humans had, at one point, been a good sport to hunt. He’d heard a lot of rumors that trying to kill one was nearly impossible if it didn’t want to die, and the way the man sneered at him had Flark believing that fact quickly enough, though the roundness of his face said maybe there were some humans that were exceptions and most were a bit easier to handle. “He’s one-a them spacepeople. He probably don’t know what a picture is.” The man rolled his eyes, clearly implying that Flark was the least sentient of the group, and Flark didn’t correct him. Better to be thought a fool than become a side show to someone who couldn’t even understand how to operate a Class 2 hyperlane bike. But, he thought, he might as well be friendly.

“It’s fine.” He said, his voice so soft compared to the grating yowl the others had. He was in a group of four, three men, or at least what he thought were men, and the one woman, all dressed like they were readying to go running through the woods like feral beasts, with clothes that blended into the surroundings and thick laced boots. They were in a primitive vehicle that they’d called a truck, which made Flark wince every time it sputtered. He could smell the particles it was releasing, and if he’d been brought the thing to clear it for travel, he would have suggested it needed to be scrapped on emissions alone. But he could see why they needed it – it was quick, and it handled the empty, yellow terrain around them like a champ. “My eyes are enough to observe, but I thank you for asking.” He tried a smile, which felt weird with his disguise. His mouth didn’t feel like it opened enough, or maybe he’d spread his lips too far, considering the look the woman gave him in response. Humans had such weird proportions, with tiny mouths and tiny eyes and tiny ears – no wonder they had a hard time leaving planet.

“You ever hunt a buffalo before?” The other man in the back of the truck asked, quietly. His voice was very different from the others, but Flark wasn’t surprised – one of the in-flight infographics on humans he’d seen was about the truly broad regionalism of their voices – though he liked how softly the other man talked. The third sat in the cab of the vehicle, occasionally pulling a very primitive communication device to his face and watching for something in the distance. Flark could tell he was the one trying to find these buffalo, though he wasn’t sure how. Lou chuckled.

“Third time. First time with th’missus, though.” He said, gesturing to the woman. Flark didn’t know what missus meant, but the woman’s happy smile told him it was a good thing, at least. “Loved the first two trips so much I couldn’t help but ask her t’come along. What about you, spaceman?” Lou turned, and Flark was caught off guard briefly at the question. He wasn’t from Earth, they were aware of this – opening their boarders to intergalactic travel was one of the tenants of protection, after all, so they all knew he was from another planet, just not the scale or scope – and he couldn’t tell if they thought he’d been before, or if they just assumed every planet had buffalo. Lou scoffed – clearly, the disguise didn’t hide facial expression and Flark had made some kind of face at the question. “You even know what a buffalo is?”

“Yes.” Flark said, his voice still so soft. He wasn’t sure how other humans dealt with their own grating rhythms, considering. But he’d grabbed a field guide and connected to the planet’s internet, slow though it was, when he’d arrived, and done a bit of research. “A bovid species of roughly 2 kinz, or 2,000 pounds, with up curved horns. Classified as an herbivore, meaning it consumes mostly native grass species, and travels in herds.” He shrugged. It was basic information, after all. “Most bovid species I’m familiar with are of the domestic variety.”

“Do not let that fool you.” The other man, nameless and quiet, didn’t have to speak up to cut Lou off – the man had an open mouth, ready to say something, but paused when the other spoke. “You look into the eyes of a buffalo and you will truly understand what it means to see death.” He said, and Lou chuckled.

“Second time out they killed a man.” Lou added, with the tone of someone trying to convey severity but far too hyped up about it to really get it across. “They call these things the black death. Deadlier than lions.” He nodded, sagely, and Flark didn’t respond, because honestly, he was starting to doubt the things he’d heard about humans in the first place. He’d heard them as voracious, predatory, vicious and instinctual, and he could see people being afraid at a glance, but the people in front of him were… pudgy, soft, and didn’t seem to have any natural instinct at hunting. The woman even jumped a little as the truck pulled to a halt, slowly crawling to a stop behind a shaded tree. In the distance, Flark could see the buffalo they’d heard so much about – hundreds of them. They bellowed and brayed and swatted flies and didn’t even seem to notice the truck at all. Lou grinned.

“Spaceman, you want the first crack?” He asked, offering the primitive weapon he’d been caressing the entire ride. It was a thing of wood and powder that Flark was almost a little afraid of, and he shook his head. He wasn’t about to touch a weapon he didn’t understand, not until he’d seen it fired. “Alright by me, then. Mariam?” He offered the rifle to his missus, who clapped her hands far too loudly. A buffalo turned its head, decided it didn’t care, and went back to eating, but something in Flark’s gut stirred. There was something about the easy way the buffalo ate that had him nervous, and he didn’t like it. Prey were supposed to be flighty around the things that killed them, after all.

“Alright.” The man in the back stood up, the entire truck rocking at his movement, helping Mariam out of the truck and onto the tawny grassland below them. The herd was large, but they were close to a small section that had broken off – a mother and a calf, likely, if Flark could tell by size – and the guide pointed Mariam at the set. “One shot, then back in the truck. If you miss, we’ll need to leave and reset.” He said, and she nodded, pressing the rifle to her shoulder. Flark could smell the acrid ozone of the gun long before it fired, the powder on the inside burning away at his nose as it sparked when she pulled the trigger.

Flark expected the shot to find its mark, and the buffalo to drop to its knees very quickly, because that’s how modern arms worked. The weapons he was familiar with burned holes in steel rated for spaceflight, and a living thing would have crumpled. And he heard the shot crack, and even saw the projectile – oh, it used actual projectiles, that was so old it was almost new again – break the thing’s dark skin and likely shatter its shoulder into a thousand splinters of bone. That was the true gruesome nature of guns like those, Flark knew, and why they were outlawed in most civil societies.

The buffalo looked up at them with fury, the pain slow to register but the sensation of disturbance instantaneous, and Flark realized that maybe he’d underestimated what he was hunting.

Mariam squealed, both in delight that she’d hit and some alarm that it wasn’t dead, the guide all but hauling her back into the truck by the arm, the vehicle already going. He was quick, and it was good that he was, because the buffalo bellowed in a way that struck fear into Flark’s heart and started at the car with its head down. It thundered, hooves kicking up clods of thick dirt, blood pouring down its shoulder, the smell of copper and ozone so thick Flark couldn’t tell how anyone else could stand it, and the truck squealed as it peeled away from the tree. For a moment, Flark thought it was over, breathing out in a sigh of relief that they’d outrun such a fierce beast.

Until he looked back and saw the buffalo, eyes bloodshot and full of pure rage, only an arm’s length away from the truck.

“Drive, man!” Lou was laughing, laughing, as the truck rumbled over empty terrain and bounced over rocks and splashed through puddles, the buffalo still in fury filled pursuit. They hit full speed, a speed Flark wasn’t even sure the truck was supposed to be capable of, his spectacles hardly hanging onto his head, the riders bouncing around in the back like untethered crates in a particularly twisty hyper-lane. He could feel the speed against his face, his knuckles white on the seat just trying to hold on. Yet nothing, nothing deterred the buffalo, the pain in its shoulder the only driving force behind its eyes as it raced far faster than Flark thought possible towards them. The guide was shouting in a language Flark hadn’t studied up on, the driver weaving between trees at top speed, and yet Lou was still laughing, holding on to one of the truck’s back supports and whooping like he was in some kind of race and he was winning.

He didn’t stop laughing, even as Flark realized with dawning horror that if it was, in fact, a race, they weren’t winning anymore.

Flark felt the buffalo catch the truck’s fender with a horn. He felt it lift, like in slow motion, and he felt it start to roll. It wasn’t a closed back, just a canopy to keep the sun out and a set of poles to keep that upright, and he watched with horror as the whole thing rolled and started to crumple. And then it was all dark, just for a moment, the sound of squealing metal and thundering steel and then he was on the ground.

He pushed himself to his feet once he came back around, doing a quick physical check to make sure he was entirely there. Even though he was disguised, he could still feel all of his limbs, so he did a once over based on what he felt. All of his arms? Check, though one hurt badly, like he broke it. Both legs? Also there, though his ankle throbbed painfully. Tail? He couldn’t see it, but he felt it swish, and he’d had it tucked against his better ankle well enough that it seemed alright. He breathed out, turning to first look to his right – the truck was on its head, wheels spinning, Lou on the ground next to it and Mariam a ways away, the driver pulling himself out of the cab and the guide giving him a hand – before looking left, straight into the eyes of the buffalo.

It looked at him, and it huffed. Snot dripped from its wet nose, its eyes red with blood and hatred. Flark stood there, cradling an arm no one could see to his chest, trying not to show it fear in return, because it was clearly dying and it clearly did not care. But it huffed again, and having decided it had been paid what it felt it was owed, turned, waddling slowly back to where its children had been, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Flark exhaled, falling back to sit down on the ground as the adrenaline left him.

“Whoo!” The cry pulled him from the sudden exhaustion, as Lou reappeared at his side. The man was sporting a spatter of blood on his head, clearly having knocked it hard, and of all things, a grin on his face. “That was fun! They don’t usually catch the truck.” He laughed, and Flark looked at him like he’d lost a head.

“Fun?” He asked, almost incredulously, and Lou snorted, not unlike the buffalo. “Did we not just nearly die?”

“Yeah, but it ain’t fun if it ain’t a risk.” Lou replied, also incredulous, like this was the entire point. As though the act of hunting itself weren’t the sport, but the act of looking death in the face and spitting on it with a laugh. “You wanna hunt something sweet, go hunt fuckin’ rabbits somewhere, spaceman. The rest of us are gonna keep huntin’ shit that’s actually worth the effort.” He shook his head, turning back around, clapping Flark on the back far too hard with a thick, fleshy hand. Flark shivered, because he hadn’t actually touched a human before and didn’t realize how much muscle was under their skin. “Mariam! You wanna try again?” Lou called, Flark all but forgotten, and Flark could hear the hell yeah I do that thing ain’t dead yet! From his place on the ground. He pushed himself to his feet, approaching the guide, who looked at him with as much sympathy as he could muster, having just been in car wreck and knowing the alien’s pain more intimately than Flark probably knew.

“I believe I am done hunting today, thank you.” Flark said, softly, trying to ignore the whooping and hollering from Lou behind him. “I would like to go home now.”

~*~

No one believed his story.

Why would they? Flark knew it was a long shot. Humans hunting things that killed them often tracked, sure, but the injuries Flark had fared were substantial, once he’d gotten to a proper doctor. The physician was surprised he’d survived, and no one believed that the humans had walked away, let alone wanted to try again. Flark was a superior species! If he was injured, surely the humans had to have gone home and died right after, succumbing to wounds they were clearly just too stupid to notice. But no, Flark had explained, over and over again. The humans had flipped the truck back over, driven back to this thing called a bar, and ordered alcohol, like what they used to treat injuries. And they drank it. Happily. While planning go to back out the next day.

“I think you hit your head, dude.” Flark’s coworker snorted. “That’s made up.”

Flark sighed, going back to filing his section 24-33-5 reports and ignoring his coworker’s dismissive shake of the head. It didn’t matter what they thought, anyway. He knew better than to doubt what he’d seen. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe they didn’t classify humans as sentient to prevent hunting them for the human’s sake – maybe it was to prevent it for his sake.   

All he knew for sure was that he was never going to that hellhole of a planet again.

Turns out, because humans are sentient you’re not allowed to hunt them under intergalactic law… because of this you have now begrudgingly joined some humans hunting club to make your trip somewhat worthwhile

[duchess-music]

1973

Expect reviews of these albums from 1973:

Aus den seiben Tagen - Karlheinz Stockhausen

Aladdin Sane - David Bowie

The Dark Side of the Moon - Pink Floyd

Innervisions - Stevie Wonder

Artaud - Pescado Rabioso

Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye

Future Days - Can

Yu Grupa - YU Grupa

Tanx - T. Rex

Raw Power - The Stooges

Solid Air - John Martyn

Larks' Tongues in Aspic - King Crimson

Berlin - Lou Reed

Selling England by the Pound - Genesis

Houses of the Holy - Led Zeppelin

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John

Tubular Bells - Mike Oldfield

For Your Pleasure - Roxy Music

New York Dolls - New York Dolls

Closing Time - Tom Waits

Pin Ups - David Bowie

[therealcrimediary]

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[noh07]

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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Anyone wanna see my bare bones masterlist? No? Too bad

Code Lyoko - Glitch -- Xeda Moriarty

DC - Dangerous Creatures (Arrowverse) -- Cassius Avci -- Adeline Merlyn - Young Gods (Titans) --Ayca Avci

Descendants - Young/Royal/Misfit -- Mollie Mim -- Henry Hook -- Blake Le Bete -- Cassim Ababwa -- Sterling White -- Chandler Charming - Once Upon a Dream -- Darling Pan - Red Riding Hood -- Scarlett Edon - The Beast -- Piper Piedman - Truly Wicked -- Gigi Gothel - Wasting Time with Rabbits -- Gal Legume -- Cedrick Facilier -- Quinn Queen -- Winter White -- Aleksander Westergaard -- Vasilia Westergaard -- Oonagh the Orange Fairy - Throne of Ice -- Adalie La Bete - In Deeper Waters -- Chloe Charming - Neon Gods -- Ismene Frollo - Charming -- Eramis Huntsman -- Grace Grump -- Ulrich Oceana - A Game of Malice ((This might get it's own masterlist))

Glee -- Maite Contreras-Herrera -- Olivia Pillsbury -- Chandler Fabray -- Wyatt Berry -- Whitter Kennedy -- Patrick West -- Jolie Hartford -- Camden Puckerman

Gossip Girl -- Shipley Tiernan -- Darby Lancaster -- Bliss Lancaster -- Lincoln Lancaster -- Ford Lancaster

Halloweentown - The Crane Institute -- Piper Dalloway -- Michael Dalloway -- Petra Blackthorn -- Kyra Knight -- Summer Simms -- Jordan Portman -- Jack Brinley -- Alder Lavigne

Harry Potter (Not including The Amortentia Archives) - The House of Snakes and Stars -- Elara Black -- Lysander Nott - 1001 Reasons Why I Hate The Boy Who Lived -- Odelia Rosier

High School Musical - Fear of Motion -- Piper Martin -- Cassidy Martin

Shadowhunters - Fera Daemonia -- Lark Thrushcross -- Anais Thrushcross -- Rowena Thornhill -- Connor Thornhill -- Rhys Halston -- Jett Herondale

Stranger Things - Swing for the Fences -- Lou Rodriguez -- Emma Smalls -- Phillip Smalls

Sky High - Villianous -- Mercer Pendry

Teen Wolf - Coven Wars -- Eden St James -- Charlotte Deveraux -- Amalie Deveraux -- Jude Deveraux -- Leiden Deveraux -- Mikhail Sokolov -- Artem Sokolov -- Lev Sokolov -- Dimitri Sokolov -- Bambi Bardot -- Will Argent

The Umbrella Academy - Prodigal -- Marissa Hargreeves -- Trevor Halloway