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kabbal · 2 years ago

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This, for real.

I used to write a good deal of genderbend when I was a baby fic writer - we're talking 12 to 15yo - because in the litterature I was reading at the time, the type of character I liked didn't come very often in a female version.

One example I remember being Sirius Black from the hp series : I liked how he had that old, nasty family tree weighting down on him, how he was the cool godparent, the escaped felon, the dangerous person revealed to be good. A lot of these things I couldn't find in female characters, because women usually don't get to be all that at once. Hell, most of the time they still don't gt to be 30+ AND cool, especially at the time : they either were the teenage protagonist, the mom, or the cold shallow villain.

And sure, it had to do with the kind of reading I did being mostly mainstream teen fantasy lit. Surely if I had gone out of my way to find more indie stuff, I would've found the things I was looking for. But guess what? I was looking. I read through the whole teen-lit section of my town's library, I asked for books for both Christmas and my birthday, all that jazz. And it didn't scratch the itch to see women in the ways i wanted.

Except on fanfiction dot net, where everything was possible and genderbend existed. Where you had your Harriet Potter and your Samantha Winchester and your Araniel daughters of Arathorn. And suddenly I had exactly what I was looking for - I even started writing my own, because I always loved canon divergence and writing, for example, a female Sirius in the deeply traditional Black family meant a hell of a canon divergence.

And it did not mean I did not like canon female characters. hell, I loved some of them with all my heart, and still do. It did not mean I didn't want to read trans stories either - in fact, it was because I loved genderbends so much that I came accross trans fics in the first place and started to learn about what it meant for some people to be trans.

I love genderbend for what it can do: how it reveals how differently a character's story would go if they were a different gender, how it allows people to play what if and create characters that look like them, how it can be "they're trans because I said so". I love how we take these characters and kneed into them like play-doh. Because that's what fanfic is for, for fuck's sake.

I’m not even much of a fan of genderbends but goddamn am I even less of a fan of getting ordered around about what I should enjoy and how I should enjoy it and being lectured about how ‘problematic’ it is, when the real problem is that they’ve cast the thing in question in black and white and refuse to admit that there’s anything but their narrow framing.

Changing a character to the ‘opposite’ cis gender is a very different thing than making them trans or nonbinary. Insisting that people only change characters to trans is also really damn invalidating, because it implies that being trans is interchangable with being cis. Whoopsie doodle!

I think the real issue here is that a lot of people want to see more trans headcanons, but for some reason think that using sj words while being bossy and rude is the way to go about it. Dress it up in progressive language all you like; at the end of the day you’re still being bossy and rude to get what you want, regardless of anyone else’s valid feelings.

#genderbend

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kingcawdraws · 4 years ago

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My attempt at a somewhat comprehensive genealogy for the royal house of Finwë. I’ve taken the liberty to include headcanons and had some fun making up mother-names for most of the non-Fëanorian lot. I’ve also given names to various wives because they existed and they SHOULD HAVE THEM (*glares at JRR*). Brief explanations on non-canonical relationships and naming from left to right:

1. Thalindel of the Sindar: “Steadfast Star-heart.” Maglor’s wife, a native of Hithlum, who befriended and comforted a lost poet suddenly thrust into the role of regent in the long bright dark before first dawn. Very fond of horses, basically fills the administrative duties of managing the heavy cavalry legions of The Gap.

2. Menelnárë Vairëmelda: “Heavenly Fire, Beloved of Vairë.” Curufin’s wife, who married him for his status and his charm, and then grew fond of him over time. Curufin liked the symmetry of marrying into the weaver’s guild and knew his father would approve of the choice. Stayed in Aman.

3. Haleth, daughter of Haldad: has no intention of being pressured into marriage to a man interested only in her position, which is all of them. Caranthir, who never thought of marrying and would not care about any position but his own anyway, star-struck by this diminutive woman who talks back at him and can keep up and doesn’t give a shit about his temper, proposes a solution. It is not uncommon for spouses to live apart among the Eldar, and he’d love to be stepped on once a decade or so.

4. Findis Araniel: “King’s Daughter.” Because a boring father-name deserves an equally uninspired mother-name.

5. Anaire Vorimissë: “Faithful Woman.” Name of insight, as she remains behind in Aman.

6. Findekano Indomirë: “Jewel-Heart.” As in, this man is a gem and his heart is a treasure. Maedhros agrees.

7. Turukano Olócimo: “One who heeds visions/dreams.” Name of insight, self-explanatory.

8. Elenwë Laurëlótë: “Golden Flower,” a reference to her Vanyarin origin as well as her hair.

9. Irisse Necelnis: “Spear Wife.” Meant in the sense of fierceness and prickly nature, but if the shoe fits and Eöl hurls it....(I’m so sorry).

10. Eöl Elmion: here son of Elmo, the unfortunately named brother of both Olwë and Elwë who is also Celeborn’s grandfather. This fits as Eöl is said to be of Elwë’s kin, and is given dispensation to live outside Doriath in his own realm.

11. Arakano Nolmendur: “Servant of Wisdom.”

12. Gil-Galad: here his parentage is owed to a brilliant fic I read but whose name I can’t remember. It may have been one in Spacewall’s big post 3rd age series, but I can’t be sure. It is, let me repeat, brilliant, because it remembers that Lalwen exists and provides a great explanation for Gil’s possible looks (light hair inherited from lalwen’s mother and/or Cirdan himself, which could make him look very like an Arafinwean), and accounts for the records naming him Fingon’s heir through adoption. All he had to swear to was that little Gil was indeed of the blood of Finwë, the blood of kings (Cirdan is also said to be of Elwë’s kin, and has a big independent realm, so I’m imagining him as the fourth brother of the bunch). The scribes make up a wife for Fingon to avoid rumours of bastardy.

13. Eärwen Uinendil: “Lover of/Friend of Uinen.” Self-explanatory, and apt for a princess of sea elves.

14. Amarië Telumessë: “Sky-Woman.” In reference to Varda, and her Vanyarin origin.

15. Findarato Ingalaurë: “Top Gold.” One of Tolkien’s proposed mother-names for Finarfin, rejected in favour of Ingoldo, which Eärwen then passes onto their son. I think ingalaure fits Finrod much more, given the symbolism of arafinwean hair and the trees, and the simile with the crown of golden flowers of his house.

16. Eldalótë Falmariel: “Daughter of the Wave.” Here I’m making her explicitly Telerin.

17. Angarato Alimacondo: “Fair Lord.” In reference to both his hair and his iron sense of justice- heh.

18. Artaher Hestorindo: “Noble Lord, Swift Captain.” Artaher is the latest quenya name Tolkien used for the character otherwise known as Orodreth before his death. The Sinda form of this name is Arothir. “Swift Captain” seemed a proper name for a lordling of Telerin Heritage on both sides.

*** I’m making the assumption that the Sindar don’t have the practice of mother-names, as none are given. This is also the case of most elves that came to Aman instead of being born in it, so I attribute this difference to the sundering, where the elves left behind retained simpler naming conventions, and the Calaquendi traditions became more elaborate.

#silmarillion #house of finwe #genealogy #feanor #fingolfin #finarfin #jrr tolkien #DTFF

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stg-solus · 7 years ago

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New album cover

#our band name has to be something alluding to our awful fashion sense #jp plays da:i #araniel lavellan #japers gonna jape #I'm sure the orlesians were like :OOO #cassandra pentaghast #varric #solas

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welcometoels · 4 years ago

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Session Eight - Erano

Last session, after cutting a swathe through the castle guards, Gyder came unexpectedly face to face with Erano - the man who killed her husband.

Needless to say, this proves to be an emotional event for Gyder. She demands answers, but he responds only with an infuriating smirk and some cryptic insinuations about the many other faces he’s worn.

She responds with her best conversational motivator - a couple of sturdy blows with her greataxe. While it hits true both time, Erano seems to shrug off most of the damage.

As this plays out, a few other minor skirmishes take place elsewhere in the castle. Freginald finally knocks out the priest blocking his passage from the Arena, and follows up with a powerful blow to the cell guard, knocking him down too.

The way now clear, X and Julius rush through to the Arena to assist Kadis and Talion. X springs up to the balcony using her magical boots, while Julius deploys his uncanny shapeshifting ability to become a giant spider, crawling up the stone walls.

Kadis deploys his staff. knocking down the king’s guard that had been assailing him, before being brought back to full health by X’s Sune-graced touch. Talion skewers the other remaining king’s guard through the shoulder, before splitting into a multitude of confusing mirror images. Whilst the guard is distracted, Kadis whacks him firmly across the back of the head, putting him down.

Outside the Arena area, Oddsock conjures up another one of his plans. Having heard Gyder’s conversation from upstairs, he dashes to her side and presents his Ball of Compulsive Throwing to Erano, before rushing back to the furniture golem.

Erano, unable to resist the allure of the Ball, undergoes another transformation. His body shifts again, becoming more lithe; his hair recedes and is replaces by a pair of huge, curling horns; his skin deepens into a rich, blood red; and finally, a pair of leathery wings sprout from his back to bear him away.

Gyder takes a swing at this new creature, again hitting squarely but doing little damage. As the creature descends the stairs, it is set upon by the golem, and is pinned down by a hefty dining chair on its shoulders, and a footstool on its legs.

The beast struggles and curses, so Oddsock plants himself firmly on its face while he waits for Gyder to come and ask her questions. She descends the stairs and confronts the creature, though its responses are somewhat muffled.

Oddsock shuffles back onto the dining chair and fixes his huge, soft brown eyes upon the creature. Between his charm and Gyder’s threats, the thing that was formerly the Advisor, and latterly Erano, agrees to provide answers.

It is a concubus - similar to an Incubus or a Succubus, but at neither end of the gender binary. Back when Gyder was still a soldier, her troop passed through its hunting grounds, and it seduced and replaced one of them. That one was not the target.

It had set its sights on Gyder’s husband, Vali, but he had rejected its advances and deflected its attempts at charm. Infuriated, it killed him. When Gyder happened upon them, it presented her with a new face and a name to haunt her, by way of a petty revenge for denying it of its quarry.

It fled into the darkness, only its yellow cloak visible as it did so. Gyder hunted for Erano ever since, unaware that it was merely a mask worn by something entirely else.

Gyder is distraught at this news - that her husband was killed in a moment of jealousy - and lashes out with her axe, cutting deep into the creature’s flesh. It just laughs at her, however, and with its remaining strength, casts off the weight of the furniture golem.

Spreading its wings, it moves to flee again, but X appears at the top of the stairs. Once again channelling the power of Sune through the red braid in the middle of her forehead, X released a silvery bolt from the fingers. It strikes the concubus hard in its back, and, with a final shriek, it disappears, leaving nothing but a yellow cloak.

Gyder slumps to her knees and begins to sob. X rests a hand upon her shoulder, which Gyder covers with her own. They rest for a moment, silently.

As Talion, Kadis and a friendly spider descend the stairs, the group is joined by Freginald and a familiar guard - Dandy Bianco. Dandy reflects on the carnage before him with a sanguine attitude, accepting that the team had no other option under the circumstances. He mere asks - and is granted - passage to leave with his horse Melonballs.

As he goes, he expresses his intent to buy Kadis a drink one day, having been somewhat charmed by him before being rendered unconscious. Kadis begins to speak, then thinks better of it.

Talion spots the decapitated body of King Lord upon the floor, and takes this opportunity to relieve it of its finery. He places the crown upon his head at a jaunty angle before sitting down and playing a Song of Rest to the group, to help ease their troubled minds.

After he has finished, Kadis presents the lantern from the balcony to the group. It is still thrumming after its contact with the stone floor, and is clearly magical in nature, its gem-like body glowing softly.

Oddsock pushes his nose against it, but succeeds only in making it slightly moist. When Talion touches it, though, he

Smells the sharp fragrance of sea spray

Feels thick, gritty sand beneath his feet

Hears nearby thunder, and a song he never thought he’d near again

Reflecting for a moment, he takes the lantern and stuffs it into his pack.

Continuing his run of kleptomania, he makes a grab for the concubus’ cloak, but is frozen by a dire look from Gyder. She picks up the cloak and cuts a strip from it. The material is thick and unyielding, but she removes a long piece, which she ties around her axe before throwing the rest to Talion.

Julius drops back into his natural form and scouts through the rest of the building. He discovers a few well-worn weapons and pieces of sexy armour, a heavily bloodied deck of cards, and a small cache of dried meat and fish. He takes only the food, and then checks upstairs.

Oddly, he finds a door on the far side of the balcony that leads into empty space - just a 40 foot drop to the forest below. Freginald explains that this is only part of the whole castle, which is why there was no exterior gate. He is, it transpires, a prince, though he never felt a connection to royal life.

A few weeks prior, part of the castle was transplanted from its usual location, along with Freginald, the Advisor, a few guards and a scruffy individual he’d never seen before. The concubus used its allure to bring the guards into a revolt, imprisoning Freginald and installing the new King - though the Advisor was the true power.

Now both are gone, Freginald is keen to move away and start a simpler life. He’s also interested in getting to know Talion better, outside of the Arena, which Talion does not seem against.

Leaving the castle, the group finds Zeriah and Em outside waiting. Em is one again in a different form - this time with pale skin and long, flowing red hair. She is the very image of the goddess Sune, which does not go unnoticed by X, who stares at her as her cheeks become a deeper green.

Zeriah offers to help the team return to town, since he would like to see the place that his new friends have been calling home. Before he can even finish speaking, Oddsock has splayed out across Em’s couch and dozed off.

Gyder mounts the cycle end of the wagon again, and X and Kadis sit behind her. The team find a couple of the guards’ horses and ride them, with Julius behind Freginald and Talion riding splendidly on his own, his new cloak dancing upon the breeze.

As they ride away, the mimic golem collapses back into its constituent parts and scurries off through the forest back to the former Mortesque mansion. Zeriah spots Talion’s cloak, and informs him that it is made of mimic hide, and can change colour upon the wearer’s will. Talion, afraid of upsetting Em, goes to remove it, but Zeriah persuades him not to, as it would be better to honour the creature’s skin by continuing to wear it, rather than to dispose of it. Em nods her agreement, and the group rides on.

It is deep into nighttime when the riders return to Dogwood, and the town is near pitch black. The group are naturally concerned that the town will not react well to a half-couch woman arriving suddenly, but Em has a remedy for that.

The couch falls into two - after Julius has lifted a sleeping Oddsock from it - and part of it forms into a woman’s legs. A dress descents from her shoulders, and with a swipe of her hands she creates a scarf across her mouthless face. The rear of the couch becomes a suitcase, and the illusion is complete.

Gyder and X go to bed down in their usual spot, while the rest of the group enters the Jaunty Skinner, and Freginald drops a fistful of mixed coins upon the bar to cover a round of ales for everyone. Tiatha gladly complies, and relates to the group the odd encounter she had with a pile of raccoons who wanted to run the Chamber of Commerce. Oddsock, suddenly awake, wants to know more, but she just smiles enigmatically and tell him he can find out for himself in the morning.

Inspired by the vision from the lantern, Talion brings out his lyre and serenades the drinkers with his signature song - The Ballad of Araniel, a stirring composition about the last of the song dragons. Unlike his more recent performances, this one flows from him with ease, bringing the inn to an awed silence, followed by rapturous applause.

Barty rustles up some hearty food for everyone, with the meat and fish that Julius acquired, before everyone retires to bed. Julius snuggles up by the main hearth with Oddsock and Rupert the fey weasel, while Zeriah sleeps on the couch (provided by Em) in Kadis’ room. Talion bunks with Freginald, though a veil is drawn over whatever takes place in there.

Sleep comes easy to the party, though Kadis has his usual nightmare. At first, he sees the face of Zeriah in the murk, but then all is tentacles. The compass face has changed again, and the only lights are in the east, and a larger one in the centre.

Upon waking, Talion again hears the voice - “just one more”. Freginald turns over quizzically from where he was being spooned, and the veil drops once more.

Julius is first to leave the inn, and leads Zeriah and humanoid Em to the shop. In the dawn light, it is clear what Tiatha was alluding to last night.

Two shops now stand, both with signs over their entrances. The newer of the two reads ‘Jackie & Clutchstraw: Potions & Artifices’, whilst the older building is “Dogwood Trading Post”. Beneath the latter sign is a familiar sturdy stick, once side planed flat, and written upon it is ‘Presented By Oddsock’.

Inside the trading post, instead of the Dwarf Grum Swabspud, they are enthusiastically greeted by Jackie Face. As he explains, Tiatha decided that the town did not need a Chamber of Commerce just yet, but someone with chutzpah and dedication could help get them ready for the wider world. And so, this Jackie has taken over from the traumatised Grum, who relished the opportunity to flee south to an easier life on the farm.

Julius makes the necessary introductions and disappears into the shelves to search for books. He finds a couple of slim volumes - one on medicinal herbs, and one on sea shanties.

Whilst shopping, Julius reflects on his new knowledge, his experiences as both a wolf and a spider, and the strain this puts on his magic. He feels a newfound understanding of the druidic craft, and a need to know more. He fetches up the herb book for himself, and the shanties for his friend the bard.

He agrees a very reasonable price with Jackie face, who has also made an agreement with Zeriah to supply the town with eggs.

As they leave the shop, they are confronted by X, who is holding a bunch of wildflowers. She goes to say something, and stops, then to say something else, and stops again. She then thrusts the flowers into Em’s hands and runs away.

Oddsock emerges from the inn next, but is halted by a squeaking from his pack before he can venture forth. Finding a sunbeam to rest in, he brings out Tim the stuffed dragon and settles in for a gnaw.

The world drops away from view and Oddsock’s patron emerges from the darkness. Once again, he is very pleased with the hound’s progress, and with a gentle boop, he gifts his charge with additional power.

With business concluded, the patron asks how the new beer was received. Oddsock confirms that Elvish people proved very keen on its golden fruitiness, as expected. They decide to market it as Elvish Juice.

The patron then presents Oddsock with another four pack of ale. This one is stronger and hoppier, and designed to quench the thirsts of hard workers. Oddsock agrees to conduct more market research.

The world swims back into view, and Oddsock goes to see the Jackies in their new potion shop. He is greeted at the front by Aberron, behind a wooden counter. Half of the shop is filled with odd and sods of bits of metal and wood, and half finished projects.

Over on the other side, a still has been constructed, and four industrious raccoons busy themselves around it. They greet Oddsock with a harmonised “wotcha!”, and the rotund Jackie Bottom fills him in on the situation.

After Jackie Face agreed to take over the trading post, he made sure his brothers were set up to pursue their alchemy. Aberron, having just awoken from a nap following a marathon session of working, agreed to build them a still, and has since been amazed by their ability to work it.

Oddsock congratulates them on their newly acquired premises, and offers them one of his new beers. They sample it and, though they appreciate the craftmanship, it does not appeal to them. They save a little for Face to try, and bid a synchronised farewell to their pal.

Talion leaves the inn next, intending to apologise to the priest Eno Graysect for the punch to the face he provided the previous day. He passes the two horses they rode into town on, and a third horse with enormous testicles.

On the way, Talion also begins to feel a greater welling of power. The song he performed, and the one he heard in his vision, fill his mind, unlocking the door to more potent bardic arts.

Eno is not especially keen to speak to Talion, and ensures that he remains several feet away. This is fine, until a certain dog implants a message into his mind, encouraging the bard to suck his finger and put it in the priest’s ear. Eno responds badly to his attempt and shoos the Half-Elf away, before locking himself into the chapel and returning to his cake.

Kadis remains at the inn and meditates. He too is feeling more powerful, having tested his fighting skills thoroughly and creatively in the Arena. Woe betide the next fool who finds themselves in the way of his apples.

After all that had happened to them recently, they deserved a nice rest. It’d be a shame to spoil that.

See you next session.

#dnd #dnd homebrew #5e

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fio-renze · 5 years ago

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Weekly Writing Challenge Week 27 - Envy

Children’s Week was one of the worst of the year.

Not that it wasn’t for a good cause, and not because she didn’t enjoy it. Other nobles took the time to bring their children into the Court, the general public were granted limited admission into some of the more historically friendly areas of the Spire so that the new crop of youth could learn more about their heritage.

Even back home at Meadowrun her tenants had asked to bring their charges into the gardens, to let them wander the halls and see the art, experience the Experience. The Court and Spire she could avoid. Her own home? There was an expectation there — to smile, wave hello and be welcoming. Normally she wouldn’t mind, any other week it would be fine.

This one she was bombarded with the celebration of small children and their orphaned counterparts. Harried by experiences she had been denied. Finn and Araniel had been taken from her well before she’d ever been able to spend that time with them. Every year since they’d brought this holiday to the kingdom, to raise on high the continuation of their blood after so much of it had been spilt, it tore her to pieces.

She didn’t resent the parents at all, but her envy was as emerald as her favorite jewelry. But, she knelt down and greeted each one, smiled and shook the hands of the parents, kindly asked questions on the lives of the orphans.

What else was she to do?

( @weekly-writing-challenge )

#tw: child loss #cw: child loss #wwc #weekly writing challenge #week 27

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kdazine-blog · 6 years ago

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A quick post of the contributors in the zine not including the mods! We know this is super late but we still wanted this up so that all of our very talented artists and authors will be recognized! @araniell, @lidijadraws, @cocochoon, @ciarre_arts (twitter), @cirdaello (twitter), @cosbeans, @beksboys, @eramia, @shaeyra, @tinyprof, @knifeshimada (deviantart), @kofwea (instagram), @kranberii, @livvitama, @twrp, @macpackl (instagram), @thenoodles111, @porl0415 (twitter), @alluis, @art-rmlb, @rxchello (twitter and A03), @explodeabeau, @sailortoasty(instagram), @saithvivana(instagram), @solfurica, @bookofsul, @tobilebeau (Carrd), @yilinzc

#contributor post #kda #KDAzine

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vldfamilyzine · 6 years ago

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Hey! Sorry for the radio silence, but we finally got everyone on the discord, so here are our contributors!

HERE ARE THE NAMES OF OUR CONTRIBUTORS:

WRITERS:

@kittenkanaya @csmithman @cypress-sleeping @nikfehu @msbluebell @bloomingeden @bruhgane @whimsicalmedley

ARTISTS:

@aleinya (on IG) @gesuko (on IG) @owlynys @araniell @benji-blondie @falmakez-art @szotyola-sempu @galaxiuu @artsymoongod @noksindra @agardenrose @arrleya @mint-mango @tobizuke @nightbonesart @velmadinkley @ladvy

MERCH ARTISTS:

@lily-breizh-art @paigyloli @illuminatedweasel @bloomingeden

COVER ARTISTS:

@zera-art (artist) @halfbloodwitch (calligrapher)

#vld #mod chloe #voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron events #vld events #zine #fandom zine #zine events

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summer-lovin-zine · 6 years ago

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Here’s the line up of our lovely contributors!

COVER ARTIST

Owlynys

CALLIGRAPHY ARTIST

Hanna

ARTISTS

Stratus Nebulosus - Benji - Virvanna - nevermoree - Araniell - Thea - AlexSurokei - Grace - Cici - Ruben - Milan - Cyli - Ree - Krissy - Melissa - Carly Amanda - Zera - Jess

WRITERS

Maya - Amuk - Iokayia - Katy - Nightshade - Queenie - Alex - Rosie - Keith - Archy - Nicolette - Michelle - Alex - Adi

#zine contributors #artists #writers #zine #free pdf zine

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444names · 2 years ago

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tolkienesque and french forenames + theological angels

Abiethos Adari Addongore Adohelcwin Adorfin Agalbeloïc Agduiraele Agolineth Alador Aldadert Aldaiahael Aldir Aleneline Alillaca Alima Allorger Alémiel Amasimitil Amdís Ameri Amical Amicemmala Amirë Amliamiel Amsilion Anascher Ancal Andar Angencar Angeor Angue Anick Aniel Anloïc Annien Anpalic Anpie Ançois Aragril Arahient Arandómil Araniel Arcemel Archaine Ardandrégo Ardara Ardarane Ardil Argeth Argol Argorion Arina Aroth Arubien Arumbuc Ataraymo Atarion Atathéo Audir Audriel Audrisa Auglar Aulfwinah Aumbre Aumel Auréa Aziel Badanck Bahas Baldilles Baphqibûn Batteld Beori Berang Bered Bergel Berimirë Berin Berturenne Berubiel Berungwë Bolfing Bolith Bolór Bomer Borgeor Bormehugo Bracie Brophima Bríancir Bríandilin Bulfin Buregorm Burut Bëoris Bëorn Calipassa Calir Cardisras Carvia Carwina Celmo Celwil Chaldor Chalingona Changoth Charaur Chrion Chèlexand Cielcwinyë Clane Clast Clatatar Clatin Claugli Clauri Claurinwë Claurië Cléod Colador Colas Colgrin Coron Cyrielm Céagamicel Cédrane Cédérastar Dadisuzzil Daedheren Danique Daval Denel Derion Derod Duréginyë Dwalaitë Dáing Dérielen Dérèse Dérôme Dérômel Dírine Ecassir Egillephil Elaurt Elegundis Elethrie Elfwin Elloémy Elluca Emehur Emele Emene Emmarin Emuel Eniel Ennadûn Eärne Eärnuric Fabar Fabarielph Fabas Fabryarar Faliencar Fanglouin Fanimron Farie Farienwë Fererodróg Ferind Fingolwin Flouilúk Folfwine Fradacir Fraik Franc Franlo Fraphiline Freelpene Frélirin Fureg Fëannyath Fíline Galaelyn Galcariery Galette Galin Gashnámo Gendior Genges Gered Gerimicel Gildir Gimerombar Gingel Githoros Gladûn Glast Gline Gling Glinvain Glornuel Goldiel Golor Golwë Golór Gonnelette Gonwë Gormon Graerin Grist Groth Grégimbard Gróring Gudelse Gwalas Haelassir Hagon Halarotte Haldil Hales Halperol Hamlae Haméa Hamûl Hannae Haranie Harcel Haste Heldwarië Hemiene Herimli Herthie Hiryone Huglimax Hugue Huguellur Hundil Hunkard Hámanelia Hérômes Húrionie Imehtane Imierey Indren Irèse Isabien Isilikan Isiris Isteleg Ivieu Jacil Jeanck Jeaniel Jestel Jophind Jostan Joséveth Juliel Jériandiel Jérine Jéritel Kendras Khadil Kharce Kíliory Lançoise Lauriel Laushme Lenglan Lephqibûna Lobermen Lorol Loryane Louista Lucallene Luciel Lucir Macharimë Machroth Macillum Maelle Maing Malatte Malel Malle Mandilzôn Manie Manne Mançoin Mançoiston Maragoloth Marahin Maras Marat Marath Mardamie Mardandis Maricelle Marmarand Marmenie Maronim Maros Mascalmond Mathun Melemmael Melenck Mencas Miandondë Miellestë Miliquele Minel Moricil Muaqqien Mundara Méliel Mírin Naine Nainetho Narge Naril Nemassumon Nisim Nièlel Nákhâd Námog Nírië Nóment Nómeriele Orladavain Ormaulin Palas Paliel Pasfaxim Pasirin Patane Patiel Patte Paude Perve Phalashard Pherúthôr Phiel Philzôn Phoricor Phqibûnarn Piette Powfalmor Powfax Powmar Prieu Pringwinur Qaphalgar Qaphe Rador Randur Raphor Raphorn Rarin Rastrith Raymored Rette Régimbarie Rímaihie Rímarlimel Sabifung Sabinès Sabrahil Saegil Sakine Salielyn Saminiert Samiry Samsirgel Sarië Saudieliel Scaldanien Scaloïc Scamin Shisil Shnámair Simorm Sinyë Smaite Soline Solóin Stine Strimiel Stéphan Sylant Súril Tamli Tarth Thiel Thielexan Thorodréa Thoste Thrie Thróm Tiane Tindeóriel Tinwë Tzachianoé Ulimane Ulind Ulmor Umburik Unúmine Uolaudend Uolin Uorgene Uornar Vaithiel Vaitiriel Valiad Vanminiel Varadren Varved Videnor Vierie Virès Wingel Yanur Yvehugas Yávieu Yávir Zachriel Zacildë Zanmil Zepherine Zogeris Élikaël Éliondir Émichráin Émiry Éothôn Éowyne Írielserm Óindracir

#name stash #444names #444 names #dnd names #character names #random character names #markov namegen #markov name generation #markov #markov gen

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