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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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Just to kiss me (Part 3)

pairing: Finnick Odair x reader

(AO3 mirror)

Part One, Part Two, My Hunger Games Masterlist

summary: A night at the lake goes sour. Finnick does some reflecting

warnings: drowning, implied drug use, references to depression, some hurt/comfort (although there will be more in the next part)

required reading: The song "We'll never have sex" by Leith Ross <3

a/n: plot??? in my fic??? who woulda thought

wc: 3.4k

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me

Not to take me home

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s cold. Sharp, shallow breaths, and his head pounds in his skull. The weight of a thousand depths on his chest. Something pressing behind his eyes; his head filled with lead. 

Finnick opens his eyes, and he’s met with the bright lights of the mens bathroom. Cold ceramic against his palms as he looks into the basin’s mirror; its ornate frame spanning the width of the double sinks. Beyond its walls, the dull thrum of the gala. Behind him, a man steps out of a stall, donned in shiny grease and draped fabric. Finnick flashes a well practised smile, and steps out.

He walks through the corridors, transforming. Shoulders back, upright, leisurely pace. Walk in like he's Finnick Odair; capitol darling. A deep breath, and he steps through gilded double doors. 

The Great Hall is packed, unsurprisingly. They all blur together, a writhing mass of limbs and wine. Hushed whispers and elbows and raised eyebrows: it washes over him like water. 

Easygoing and free flowing, he drifts between embankments of people. He tugs on the sleeve of his jacket absent-mindedly. Pulling at the threads was an art, at this point. Between sips of champagne, a gentle hand on the back, a well-placed compliment; he pulls and pulls, until they're almost threadbare. An art; skills honed in those four walls, the victory tour, press conferences, a life of cameras and glamour. Watching, always watching. And so he puts on a show. 

Some of his best work yet, he thinks. In the middle of a conversation about a raucous night with Panem's finest; he spots something. Someone. A girl in the corner, eyes flitting around the room like it's her first time. There's always one, shaky, doesn't know how to pretend like the rest of them; she hasn't built that reflex yet. His mouth moves faster than he can think; ichor flows like it's second nature. The group around him; enraptured. He likes this part, at least. Weaving stories, watching the fish in the river rush past his ankles. 

BANG! A spear into the heart of a writhing salmon, and he slams his glass on a side table. "....it was like a rocket! Cora's on the floor, Alaris can barely stand and I'm still trying to figure out which way's up…" laughter erupts from the crowd around him. The girl barely glances at him. He watches as she tucks herself behind the desserts tray, wholly more interested in the cakes than him. She's pretty, of course, but they always are. A newcomer floundering like he once did, overwhelmed by the sharp teeth and pink tongues. He's still tugging at the thread of his jacket. 

In the afterglow of conversation someone taps his shoulder, presses their lips towards his ear. Discreet. He doesn't look, Finnick knows better. Instead, he waits for instructions. 

"Venia Laurel, on your left, towards the door. He knows something." A familiar voice; of which her name he makes a point not to know. Quietly, he hums in affirmation. 

"How long do I have?" 

"He needs it done tonight."

He flashes a smile at a waiter, grabbing a flute of gold liquid. Under his breath, he says. "I need more time." It was a quicker turnaround than usual; and Finnick needed the time. Whilst stupid, many wouldn't divulge sensitive information that easily; he'd like to avoiding waking up in a bed other than his own. 

"Tonight." Firm. An unspoken threat in the air. He sighs and downs his drink. The mask drops when he begins to move away. And then, sharp nails latch onto his forearm. 

"He knows." She says lowly, voice trembling. Finnick stops like she's stabbed him. He turns, and her eyes are wide, bloodshot, scared. 

He knows. 

He rushes out of her grip, shaking. Thudding at his temples, the lights are too bright, the people too loud. Chest tight, he pulls at his sleeves and almost stumbles into an oncoming tray of hor d'oeuvres. 

In his haze, his manager, bumbling and rosy, slaps a hand on his back. Well-meaning, but it makes him jump. 

"Odair!" He splutters, lips curling so his moustache touches the apples of his cheeks. Any other time, it would've been comical. "We've got a certain Councillor Arachne, who wants a word."

Finnick rubs his eyes, tired. "Now's not the time, Stannis."

The man opposite huffs. "Not the time? She's bankrolling us -I mean - you with her campaign. All she wants is a word. Probably pimping you out to her friends, or something."

He winces at Stannis' bluntness. "Sure… sure. Lead the way."

Every step feels like lead. He's not listening when introduced to Councillor Arachne and another girl about his age. Arachne; a tall, spindly woman, dressed in a simple gown and pearls; stretches her face into a thin-lipped smile. Well-practised, too polished. 

"Mr Odair, how lovely to meet you again!" 

"The pleasure's all mine," He says, shaking her hand. It feels clammy, he's sure of it; the room's hot and thick with sweat. The girl besides her buzzes despite his nerves. "And this is…?"

“V-Vonnie. Sir. Mr Odair… s-sir. My name's Vonnie Dulaire, and I am so excited to meet you…!" She's bright, babbling on and on. Her lips are bubblegum pink, moving at a thousand miles an hour and he's barely able to concentrate - unable to stop thinking about the words spoken to him earlier.

".....and I'm probably your biggest fan! I was actually at the victory tour for your mentee, and it was electric...."

He knows.

".....is your suit custom? I hear there's a stylist you always work with that designs similar looks, like in your last interview…"

He knows.  

"....I can't imagine Ceasar actually said that to you, live! I've got a friend, who swears she 'doesn't watch that kinda crap' but even she said it was quite a scandal…"

He knows. 

"....I got it specially made and I think it matches yours, too. What do you think?"

He snaps his head upwards at the question. He gives her a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, but enough to dazzle. "Couldn't have said it better myself. I-If you'll excuse me." He nods, walking off towards the door. 

Finnick can't breathe.

Clawing at the collar of his shirt, gold jewellery like a noose around his neck, he stumbles onto the balcony - grateful for the cool air. He was careful, he made sure of it. Made sure there were no eyes, cashed in long-standing favours. How could Snow have found out? 

Dizzy, he steadies himself on the balcony. There wasn't the time for a panic attack, not now. He blinks away hot tears, gasping for a breath. Something clatters on the floor behind him. In the gloom, he makes out the silhouette of a stranger. Of you. 

~~~

You're frozen at first - paralysed with fear on the deck. Finnick isn't moving. A man basically born with gills, sinking into the inky blue. Why wasn't he moving? Did he fall? Where did the blood come from?

A thousand questions, not enough time. You don't think, not really, as you reach for the zipper on your gown. Haphazard, you wrench it off - not caring for the tears and rips created in your wake. Before long, you're in the slip dress underneath miles of beaded net. Barefoot, trembling, you don't hesitate. You take a step back, and jump. 

The first thing you feel is cold; consuming, numbing cold. Calm, for a moment. And then biting realisation. When you surface, you look for a sign of life - anything that can tell you where Finnick is. There are slight bubbles, a few metres away. Deep breaths, and you dive into the blue-black. 

~~~

He can't stop thinking about you.

Finnick sits in white sheets, looking up at the ceiling. Exhausted, but he can't sleep. Gentle snoring from beside him punctuates every thought. In the capitol he's constantly surrounded by beautiful things: gaudy, gauche, sickly-sweet and beautiful. Your meeting on the balcony shouldn't have been anything special, and yet… 

Even in your fancy dress, your personality shone through: kind, funny, genuine. He can't help but replay your laugh, your smile, in his head. Gently, he rolls out of bed. 

It's early in the morning, dregs of sunrise scatter through the window. He's draped in amber light as he pulls on a shirt; padding on plush carpet. In the mirror hanging up in Venia Laurel's bedroom, he looks a sight, he thinks. Sallow, glitter smeared around his eyes, and lean lined. There's a nasty bruise on his neck; bite marks at his stomach. He pokes at them demurely. It's tender, but he'll live. 

Methodical, he makes his search. He starts in the bedroom, pulling at cabinets and looking for false bottom drawers, anywhere that could conceal what he's looking for. Laurel's apartment is surprisingly messy - unexpected for such a clean cut actor. Finnick dabbles in secrets, and the older man certainly divulged; he knew of the actor's connections with ex-gamemakers, but nothing concrete to suggest he leaked plans to interested parties. 

When he searches the grand living room, he stumbles onto something out of place. A panel in the floor, it's lip jutting out of the wood. He presses on it, and it pops out with a hollow clunk. Inside, a chip the size of his thumbnail. Finnick pockets it, hoping it may be what Snow is looking for; hoping to appease the tyrant. It burns a hole in his trousers as he covers his tracks, before calling a pod to take him home. 

He can't sleep, for the usual reasons. Guilt, nightmares, fear; take your pick. It's too nebulous and vague to put a name to; he realises quickly. A ticking clock careening towards the end for as long as he could remember. Tick-tick-tick in his head, a countdown of which he dreads to hear it stop. White noise now, the scratch and itch of it all bone deep. He tried to do a good thing, for once; he tried to help Annie. But Snow knows - and now his punishment will be slow and painful. 

In the weeks that follow, waiting for a knife in the back, he analyses every word. On the balcony, the way your lips curled into laughter, how soft your hand was. It was a fantasy, somehow, one he had to convince himself actually happened. A conversation, lilting and light, that he locks up in his heart for safe-keeping. 

It keeps him distracted at events. Instead of worrying about Snow, he fans his breath, adjusts his collar, and stops picking at his sleeves; preening like a songbird. When he asks for the sleeveless sheer shirt instead of his usual, his stylist humours him and lets him choose, just this once. In the middle of a conversation, when he hears bright laughter, he turns around, looking for you. Waiting on balconies, pacing corridors. He's gone insane, he knows. But he needs something to hold on to. Someone that makes him feel like a good person - like he isn't Finnick Odair. 

~~~

You're not the strongest swimmer. Ironic, considering the circumstances. Moonlight streams into the depths as you look for a hint of gold. The water stings your eyes but in the gloom, you see him. Eerily still and rapidly sinking. You pump your legs desperately; darting towards him as best you can. Lungs screaming for air, you swim further down, reaching out for something to grab onto. The tips of your fingers graze his own. He looks peaceful despite it all: eyes closed and hand outstretched like he always does. Except this time you reach for him, a frantic grab in the dark. 

You touch something. His wrist. Curling your hand around his forearm, you pull, and grab onto one arm and then the other. You're dizzy now, hand hooked onto Finnick, kicking with all the strength you can manage. Upwards you go, closer and closer to the surface as black spots dance across your vision. A little further. A little closer….

~~~

The day of Hadrian's soiree, he pretends he's not looking for you. Pretending proves to be marginally easier than to act like he isn't disappointed when he doesn't find you. Instead, there are droves of people in masks. The hair on the back of his neck bristles: they make him uneasy. He finds it harder without a face to a name, beady eyes through masks that follow him around the room.

His own mask was gaudy; triple faced and golden. Its strap itches his nose, and his eyes are caked in glitter. At his stylist's the night before, she gave him talking points for the reporters - a face looking towards Panem's past, present and future. A handsome young Victor, making waves within the Capitol, championing it's people. Pseudo-patriotic drivel to feed the vultures, he thinks. 

Dregs of conversation drip through the night. It's always the same things - empty gossip and the like. Today's topic is no more poignant: the mentors announced for the 72nd Games. A few familiar faces, and faux shock at those not on the list. Everyone dances around the topic when he lingers, and disperses into whispers when he doesn't. Talking of bets placed and withdrawn at the news, he assumes. 

The truth is, he was tired. It was only right he took Mags' place when he won, but he was so young. Odair, bright-eyed and sprightly. A wonderboy, and Capitol favourite from the start. In the mirror of silvered bowls of food, he sees that little boy with bloodied palms and sunken eyes.

He blinks, hard. The image washes away. Seeing things in the light? A side effect from the little white pills he takes before bed, he's been told. He staggers slightly from the table. Annie tugs at his sleeve from behind. 

"You ok?" she whispers, concerned. 

Finnick brushes her off, chuckling. ".... I should be asking you that. It's not too much?" 

She shakes her head. It's the first time since her victory tour she's been at one of these events, and he's worried that it's too much, too fast. Perceptive as always, he watches for a tug of her red hair, or the blank look she gives when overwhelmed. Annie was getting better, lucid for the first time in a while. She smiled, she laughed, she shone. 

That's why he couldn't tell her what he did, what he had to do, to let her see her parents. To let her live. Another time, perhaps. 

She clears her throat, mischievously. "Looking for your mystery girl?“

“T-That's not-" 

"-what you were doing, I know, I know. That's also what you said the last five times." She bounces on the balls of her feet, restless. "I know you like the back of my hand, Finnick. It's not like you to mope in the corner - something's up."

Annie's unrelenting: she doesn't let the man worm out of her gaze. Despite his discomfort, it's nice to see her like this; the little spitfire in Class 9, kind and sweet and determined to help. A change of pace, he presents his forearm to the younger woman. 

He smiles, "We should dance." 

~~~

You break the surface with Finnick in tow. He's completely still in your arms. Desperate and tired, you try to remember the swimming lessons from your youth; on your back, resting him on your legs with an arm hooked around him. Kick with everything you've got, keep his head above water. It's messy and ugly, as you pump your legs towards the shore; searching for the moment the depths below give way to sodden banks. 

You hit silt, suddenly. Your toes touch the lake bed and you desperately try to drag him onto shore.  Without the spray of the water, you can see him properly: sallow and grey. Like a corpse. His stillness is terrifying and you try not to think about what it means, or how long it's been since he's taken a breath. On autopilot now, you lay him on the banks, pressing shaky fingers to his pulse. Nothing. Rushing, you tilt his head upwards like you've been taught. With trembling lips pressed against his, you pinch his nose and breath out. You press your hands against his chest and push down, hard. Quick compressions, and you count from thirty. 

Nothing. And so you try again. Warm lips around his cold ones, deep breaths out, and quick compressions. Again. Desperate, harder, determined. 

When Finnick splutters to life, you think you could cry from exhaustion. His eyes are wild, as he coughs and thrashes; a hand tight around yours. 

"It's okay…. y-you're okay…" You soothe, holding back sobs. It seems to calm him as he lies down, brow furrowed and taking deep shaky breaths. Up this close, his pupils are dilated, and he seems disoriented, dazed. There's a sticky cut at his brow, but his eyes are locked onto you. Green and striking in the low light. Alive. 

For a while, you stay like that; watching his chest rise and fall as you hold hands by the lake. He's closed his eyes, but still breathes steadily. You barely register anything but him, until a chill blows past. Cold. Wet. Tired. The adrenaline of the moment dies down. You have to coax his hand out of yours to grab the things you dropped before… before all this. Every few seconds you glance over your shoulder to make sure he's still there, to make sure he's alive. 

He settles his head onto your shoulder, and you cradle his hands with your own; listening for the cruel staccato of his breath. He's groggy, asleep maybe. You've wrapped yourselves up in the blankets, too tired to move. You should, really: the remnants of your dress strewn onto the jetty, shiny from where you are by the trees. Cottonmouth and lead-limbed, you wait for him to become lucid. 

Something's wrong. You've felt like this before holding Vonnie's hand on the bathroom floor after a night out with the wrong crowd. Calm, and then a moment of mania before a rough comedown. You can't help but to search for needle marks on Finnick's arms, his neck, anywhere. He's pliant, unusually so, but you don't find anything. 

Your heart sinks, when you realise. The pills in his car. Morphling? He could've slipped or fallen in. He could've… jumped. And if he's been drinking….? It wouldn't matter how strong a swimmer he was usually. You dread to think of what could have happened if you were even a minute later. Tears fall even faster. You hold onto his hand a little tighter. 

When Finnick comes to, properly, you've fallen asleep. He opens his eyes to you by his side: hair down your shoulders, glitter-peppered skin, pearls in your locs, and in a white flowing dress. Well and truly, he thinks he's died. Somewhere faraway he doesn't deserve, waking up besides you. His head hurts. 

You startle, awake from your shallow slumber. Eyes red-raw, you've been crying. He wipes at your cheek and smiles weakly. 

"Let me take you home." 

Defiant, you shake your head. "No. N-no. You need to see a doctor. I can call a pod and-" 

"-no. We can't. No doctors. I'll take you home."

"Finnick, you almost died. You need help, medical attention…"

"I can't. Please."

He must look so pathetic like this, he thinks. You soften under his gaze. "N-no doctors, then. But I'm not leaving you alone like this."

"I'll be okay. I've got a first aid kit at home - don't need you worrying about me."

You stand up. "I'll come with you, then. Help patch you up." 

Exasperated, he moves to argue but doesn't have the energy. And so, he nods faintly. Despite his injuries, he towers over you, to wrap you up in the blanket, criss-crossing at your chest. It feels intimate, too close, warm breath in the cool air. With the way you look up at him, he hears his heart splinter. He pauses. 

"I'm sor-" 

"No." You say.

Finnick frowns. "I'm s-" 

"No." Your lower lip trembles, threatening to spill over. So he sighs, softly, and makes towards the deck to get your dress. Hand tight around his arm, you stop him. He's not going anywhere near the lake, not if you can help it. Hands up like he's guilty, he waits and leads you towards the car.

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Sayori (DDLC) Inspired ID Pack

[PT: Sayori (DDLC) Inspired ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Ailee, Ami, Amity, Anastasia, Anya, Bailey, Bella, Bliss, Blossom, Bree, Cassia, Celine, Cora, Dahlia, Daisy, Dawn, Delia, Ellie, Elowen, Faye, Flora, Gwen, Hana, Hope, Isla, Ivy, Joy, June, Kara, Karina, Keira, Lani, Laurel, Lila, Lilith, Luna, Mae, Mari, May, Millie, Mimi, Nia, Nora, Nova, Pearl, Penelope, Polly, Poppy, Raya, Rose, Rosie, Ruby, Sadie, Sage, Skye, Soleil, Sunny, Sylvie, Talia, Vivi, Willow, Zoe, Zoey

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Ache / Aches / Aches, Beam / Beaming / Beams, Break / Broken / Brokens, Bree / Bright / Brights, Che / Cheer / Cheers, Di / Dim / Dims, Dre / Drea / Dream, Fa / Fal / Fallen, Fae / Fade / Fades, Flu / Fluff / Fluffeir, Gi / Gig / Giggles, He / Heart / Hearts, Hug / Hugs / Hugs, Jo / Joy / Joys, Lo / Lost / Losts, Nu / Numb / Numbs, Smi / Smil / Smiles / Te / Tear / Tears, So / Sof / Soft, Swe / Swing / Swings, Wi / Wish / Wishes

Titles

[PT: Titles].

The Bright Heart of the Club, The One Who Hides Behind a Smile, The Smile that Warms the World, The Smiling Daydreamer, The Wistful Optimist, [Pronoun] of Quiet Sadness, [Pronoun] Who Brightens Every Room, [Pronoun] Who Can’t Bear the Silence, [Pronoun] Who Holds the Hidden Sorrow, [Pronoun] Who Lives to Make Others Happy, [Pronoun] Who Smiles Despite the Pain, [Pronoun] Who’s Loved By All

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive @saccharinelyy

[vampseraph]

hi serasquid (seraphim + squid) (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪ can angel req sunny omori npts with fem/neu (fem preferred tho) names? TY!!!!!

sunny npts!

names

sunnie, viola, felice, dream, rain, silence, mila, cadence, cadenza, celeste, lyra, octave, solemn, souline, adriene, darcy, kerry, alice, anne, cora, hope, faith, laurel, marie, olive, ruth, tulip, charlotte, corine, nora, morgan, lilian, duet

2. pronouns

vi/vis, si/sir, sun/suns, stare/stares, eye/eyes, haunt/haunts, night/nights, dream/dreams, void/voids, meow/meows, light/lights, lone/lones, sleep/sleeps, sol/sols, duet/duets, hope/hopes, slash/slashes, stab/stabs, black/blacks, qui/quiet, song/songs, mel/melody

3. titles

the hikikomori, prn with a vivid imagination, the silent protagonist, the violinist, the daydreamer, prn who resides in headspace, prn who fears heights/drowning/spiders, prn who is haunted (by something)

[floofgryph]

My precious Tumblr family 🐦‍🔥

Supportive astrophile aunt 🌌 (Cora) - @sorastar0

Awesome queer uncle 📝 (Chou) - @chouthechaoticraccoon

Plushie-loving cousin (Donkey) - @donkeybro

Gay emo cousin 🎏 (Lovely/Raine) - @lovelycrimsonredsnow

Talented aesthete older sister 🥀 (Nunez) - @nunezs-stuff

Roleplaying twin sister 🍭 (Random/Jaslee) - @randomlysent

Silly yet kind-hearted twin sibling 🌸 (Laurel) - @lovelielaurel

Creative and chill lil' sister 🐊 (Hellenz) - @itz-hellenz

Sweet yet socially awkward younger brother 🐰(Sunny) - @sunnybunny2468

Busy little bro 📓 (Rossi) - @rossimercenary

[bestmothertournament]

Best Mother Tournament Round 1: Group 3 Results

All Winners: Ann Possible, Beverly Crusher, Camilla Noceda, Cora Crawley, Delilah McGee, Eliza Danvers, Elizabeth Swann, Gwen Cooper, Hecuba, Jenny Honey, Laurel Lightfoot, Leia Organa, May Parker, Rosie Betzler, Samantha Bloom, Wendy Torrance

All Losers: Bambi's Mother, Diana Spellman, Didi Pickles, Gwen West, Helen of Troy, Janet Scott, Janey Harper, Kira Watanabe-Finster, Martha Wayne, Neytiri, Nora Allen, Nymphadora Tonks, Stacey Shipman, Tina Minoru, Vanessa Jenkins, Yuri Egin

Best Winners: May Parker with 97% of votes and Gwen Cooper with 116 votes

Least Successful Winners: Ann Possible with 57% of votes and Samamtha Bloom with 10 votes

Most Successful Losers: Yuri Egin with 43% of votes

Worst Loser: Gwen West with 3% of votes and 2 votes

[chambergambit]

do you think sybil got to wear the same laurel tiara at her wedding that her sisters got to wear at theirs? i want to believe that cora insisted. it appears to be a family tradition, after all.

[free-for-all-fics]

Obscure Characters List - Female Edition (A-M)

Obscure Characters I love for some reason - Female Edition (A-M). (By obscure I mean characters that have little to no fanfic written about them. Not necessarily characters nobody’s ever heard of.) Don’t ask me to explain why. UPDATED: I had to split these up into separate posts because tumblr is being a butt about post length or something and won’t let me add more to either list idk.

A

Abigail Bishop/Emily (Let’s Scare Jessica to Death)

Agnes (Downfall Redux)

Agony Symbiote (Marvel Comics)

Alice (Apsulov: End of Gods)

Amanda Ripley (Alien Isolation)

Amelia (Underworld)

Anastasie “Tasi” Trianon (Amnesia Rebirth)

Annalise, Queen of the Vilebloods (Bloodborne)

Anna Valerious (Van Helsing 2004)

B

Baroness Clarimonde Catani (The Vampire Happening)

Belle (A Christmas Carol)

Black Canary/Dinah Drake/Dinah Laurel Lance (DC Comics)

Blackfire/Princess Komand'r (DC comics/Teen Titans)

Blind Mag/Magdalene DeFoe (Repo! The Genetic Opera)

Brides of Dracula (any version)

C

Cala Maria (Cuphead)

Calendar Girl/Page Munroe (DC Comics/The New Batman Adventures)

Catherine Chun (SOMA)

Charlotte Elbourne (Vampire Hunter D)

Charlotte Thornton (Nancy Drew, Ghost of Thornton Hall)

Chrissy/Mildred Pratt (Deadstream)

Constance Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Cora (Devil’s Carnival 2)

Countess Marya Zaleska (Dracula's Daughter)

D

Dana Newman/The Angry Princess (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

Dolirra (Fariwalk: The Prelude)

Doll Face (The Strangers)

Dollisa (Fariwalk: The Prelude)

E

Edith Finch (What Remains of Edith Finch)

Elisabeth Williams (Maid of Sker)

Elizabeth Eilander (Rusty Lake Paradise)

Elizabeth Shelley (Frankenhooker)

Empress Tihana (Amnesia Rebirth)

Erin (You’re Next)

Estella (Great Expectations)

Esther/Leena Klammer (Orphan 1 and 2)

Evelyn “Evie” Carnahan O' Connnell  (The Mummy series)

F

Faith (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

G

Ginger Fitzgerald (Ginger Snaps)

Glorificus “Glory” (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Goody (Vampires)

Grace Le Domas (Ready Or Not)

Gwendolyn “Gwen” Grayson/Royal Pain (Sky High)

H

Harper Thornton (Nancy Drew, Ghost of Thornton Hall)

Hel (Apsulov: End of Gods)

Hero (Much Ado About Nothing)

I

Imogen “Idgie” Threadgoode (Green Fried Tomatoes)

Iris (30 Days of Night)

Isabelle/The Bride (Spookies)

J

Jane Doe (Autopsy of Jane Doe)

Jayme/Red (Blood Fest)

Jennet Humfrye/The Woman in Black (The Woman in Black)

Julia/Subject Three (TAU)

Juliette Waters (Sylvio)

Justine Florbelle (Amnesia the Dark Descent)

K

Kate Drew (Nancy Drew, The Silent Spy)

Kathy Rain (Kathy Rain)

Katrina Van Tassel (Sleepy Hollow)

Kissin’ Kate Barlow (Holes)

L

Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower (Bloodborne)

Lady Sybil Crawley/Branson (Downton Abbey)

Lamia (Stardust)

Laura "Lorelai" Wood (Lorelai)

Laure Richis (Perfume: The Story of a Murderer)

Laurie (Trick ‘r Treat)

Leech Woman (Puppetmaster series)

Lena (Underworld: Blood Wars)

Lily (V/H/S Amateur Night/SiREN)

Lily Munster (The Munsters)

Loretta, Knight of the Haligtree (Elden Ring)

Lucille Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Lucy Billington (The Invitation)

Lunar Princess Ranni (Elden Ring)

M

Malenia the Severed (Elden Ring)

Marni Wallace (Repo! The Genetic Opera)

Mary Katherine “Merricat” Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Mel (Nancy Drew, Warnings at Waverly Academy)

Melanie Ravenswood (Phantom Manor)

Melina (Elden Ring)

Millicent (Elden Ring)

Milk Maiden (2001 Maniacs)

Mirror Queen (The Brothers Grimm)

Miss Brixil (Level 16)

Moder (The Ritual)

[mlek13]

Fall, Year 8: Burgos

Laurel spends the first day of fall spending quality time with her loved ones.

Unfortunately, the first day of fall is also her last day.  The Grim Reaper appears to tell her that her time is up.

Laurel Burgos, 82, was the first born daughter of the late Samantha and Cristobal Burgos and one of the first sims born into the kingdom.  She was the older sister of Elodie, Brett, Cora, and Valerie, who survive, and Beatrix and Cynthia who preceded her in death.  She was married to Prince Florian and Wendy Day, had two sons, Samson (Yasmin Cade) and Christian (Morgan Collin), and six grandchildren, Aldric, Victoria, Roderick, Britton, Bailey, and Misty.

She was the owner and proprietor of the Laurel Leaf coffee shop, which is now owned by her son Christian and she was the heir to House Burgos, which passes to her niece/stepdaughter, Sabrina Burgos, upon her death.  R.I.P. Laurel.

Things fall apart without Laurel, as Sabrina catches the kitchen on fire.  Luckily no one is hurt and no damage is done.

Sabrina and Evan’s youngest child, Oscar, has his toddler birthday.

Their middle son, Augustus, becomes a teenager.

Everett is excited that his brother is old enough to have more grown up conversations.  Unfortunately, they discover they don’t see eye to eye on things as much as he had hoped.

[kouros-herc]

In No Time Flat (Self Para)

[See the One Last Hope series for context] 

-

Herc rifled around the piles of papers on the chairs at his desk. Where had he put it, where had he put it, where had he put it. He mumbled this to himself as he turned things over in his hands. Straightening up, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the frame of his qualification certificates against the back wall. 

Nope, ok. Rounding his desk, Herc opened his top draw, still muttering to himsef. Where the hell had he put his wallet? “Xero Mama, Xero. I know, I know, I know.” He spoke to the picture of his parents frame on his desk. How many times had she told him that he had to leave things like that in a consistent place so he always knew where to look for them? 

Pulling out his holdall from underneath the desk he began to root through it. The office was full of his stuff - no matter how hard he tried to keep it tidy, there always seemed to be a spare pair of trainers lurking in the corner, or a fleece he’d forgotten to put on before he went home the previous day. Plus folders in piles instead of back in their place on the shelf - because he was seeing that client again tomorrow he still needed it! But eventually, heaping his towel out onto his desk chair - finally perfectly set up so it didn’t give him a crick in his neck, he found his wallet lying at the bottom of the bag. 

“Sorry everybody, sorry.” He waved it to the awaiting group as he made his way out into the reception area. 

“C’mon Herc, hurry up and let’s go!” Brad was stamping his feet in the cold as the rest of them waited outside the gym. Herc looked back over his shoulder and patted the air as if to tell them all to just be a little patient please!

The gym staff were all gathered outside, layered up in their hats and coats and thick scarves, eager to be off. Phase one of the Christmas do was over, and phase two involved the boss buying the first round. No wonder they were getting impatient. 

Reception computer off at the switch. Lights off in the main gym. Check the changing room lights and heaters were off. Check the thermostat hadn’t been messed with. Master switch for the power off.

Prime the alarm. Step outside. 

Main lock. Top lock. Bottom lock. 

Final wobble to be sure it was locked. Keys in his right hand pocket and zipped up. 

Done. 

No more did he triple check everything before he left, no more nervously patting his pocket for the keys every fifth second. Now he knew their familiar weight in his pocket. He knew the process so well he could do it in his sleep, and he’d never fucked it up yet - even the few times he’d accidentally left lights or heaters on, the world hadn’t ended, the pavement hadn’t opened up to swallow him whole, nobody had swooped in to tell him he couldn’t run the gym - this had all been some horrible mistake! - and kick him to the kerb. 

No... this was his gym. 

He turned to look at the rest of his staff. Q had grabbed Merida, they were charging up off the street as soon as he turned around - clearly waiting was a fools errand. Cora was tapping her foot impatiently. Ren seemed to have disappeared already, but no doubt would reappear when they actually got to the bar. Michael was talking Laurel’s ear off, but it was good to see him starting to make friends with other staff members.

“Right c’mon boss, don’t keep thirsty people waiting!” Brad beckoned with his head. “Don’t you know dehydration is bad for a person?”

Herc shook his head with a laugh, walking away from the gym. 

“You didn’t actually make it out last year, did you?” Brad asked, falling into step with Herc as they made their way down Main Street. 

“No, uh... I-”

“‘Course that was Dan’s leaving do... wasn’t it? Wait!” Brad suddenly stopped, grabbing Herc’s arm, his face splitting into a big smile. “I guess that makes this your anniversary as the boss!”

Hercules blinked. Had it really been that little time? He felt like it could still have been that fateful night. Like maybe Daniel was about to come and catch them up and grab the keys and tell Herc ‘thanks for locking up buddy.’ He felt like he could have blinked and been back there again. But then it felt like an eternity too, like the version of him that had wept in an empty office that night was a man he didn’t even know. 

The weight of it all had threatened to crush him that night, yet here he was, pushing through it... but not alone. Sure, he had got them through this year, his first year as the boss... but they had got him through it. The patience when he got things wrong, the shrugs when he had made it to meetings slightly late, the friendly hand on the shoulder when he felt like he was losing the way. 

“Cheer up mate, might never happen-” the bouncer snorted, shaking Herc out of his daydream as he inspected his ID. 

Maybe it wouldn’t... maybe he wouldn’t run this place into the ground. Maybe, just maybe, he’d make a go of it and not let everyone down. 

“Right-” He drummed his hands on the bar countertop, a press of his staff on all sides. 

“Who’s having what?”

[cindydacatpink]

Country Personification for Cindy Nilo Evelyn Doppelganger (Subject: North America) Part 1

North America:

- Claire Evangeline (United States of America 🇺🇸)

- Lola Journee (African American 🇺🇸)

- Aiyana Tabananica (Apache Country (Native American Indian))

- Laurel McKinney (Texas 🇺🇸)

- Bella Camila (Canada 🇨🇦)

- Emily Rosalie (Quebec 🇨🇦)

- Jessica Kaiah (First Nation Canada: Blackfoot 🇨🇦)

- Yatzil Adriana (Indigenous people of Mexico 🇲🇽)

- Agapeta Ivaana (Greenland 🇬🇱)

- Cora Agueda (Taíno) (Cuba 🇨🇺)

- Maria Xaviera (Taíno) (Puerto Rico 🇵🇷)

- Jane Sikway (Kalinago/Caribs) (Dominica 🇩🇲)

- Alizay Tahiris Leahchayy (She Lucayan later reincarnation to Taíno by her same name) (Bahamas 🇧🇸)

[noh07]

list of mixed name ideas (oct 27, 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 398 mixed names under the cut)

--- androgynous ---

Aki

Alex

Alexis

Ares

Ari

Artemis

Aster

Bennie/Benny

Blair

Charlie

Chrissy

Crimson

Eli

Evie

Finn/Fynn

Frances/Francis

Hayden

Jackie/Jacky

Jess

Jessie

Lou

Louie

Mag

Maggot

Max

Mika

Miko

Noah

Ollie

Quinn

Rafa

Robin

Shilo/Shiloh

Sky/Skye

Val

Vin

Vinnie/Vinny

Wilson

--- feminine ---

Abby

Abigail

Aileen/Eileen

Aimee/Amy

Alessia

Alexa

Alexia

Alexandra

Alice

Alissa

Amalia

Amber/Ember

Amelia

Amelie

Angie

Anna

Anne

Annie

Anastasia

Andrea/Andreea

Antheia

Astra

Audrey

Bailey

Becky

Bella

Belle

Bettie/Betty

Brie

Carla/Karla

Carolina

Caroline

Catherine

Celina/Selena/Selina

Celine

Charlotte

Christina/Kristina

Christine/Kristine

Claire

Cora/Corah

Daniela/Daniella

Danielle

Dalia/Daliah

Debbie

Debora/Deborah

Delilah

Diana/Diane

Dora/Dorah

Eburia

Elena

Eleanor/Elenor

Elisa/Eliza

Elizabeth

Ella

Emery

Emilia

Emilie/Emily

Emma

Eva

Evie

Evelyn

Fenya

Finya

Fiona

Francisca/Franziska

Gaia

Gina

Hanna/Hannah

Harmony

Hecate

Hera

Hestia

Hope

Irena

Irene

Iris

Isa

Isabel/Isabelle

Isabela/Isabella

Ivory

Ivonne/Yvonne

Ivy

Izzy

Jasmin/Jasmine

Jenna

Jenny

Jolene

Julia

Julianne

Julie

Juliet/Juliette

Katarina/Katharina

Kathy/Katy

Laura

Lauren

Laurel

Lara

Lena

Leia/Leya

Levina

Levinia

Liara

Lili/Lilli/Lilly/Lily

Lilian/Lilien

Lisa

Livia

Lola

Lorelei

Louisa/Luisa

Louise/Luise

Luce

Lucy

Luna

Madeline

Maggie/Meggie

Meg

Marlene

Maira/Myra

Margaret

Marge

Marlene

Maria/Mariah

Marie/Mary

Melanie

Melissa

Mellie/Melly

Mia

Milly

Mina

Minerva

Minnie

Miriam

Naira/Nyra

Natalia

Natalie

Natasha

Nellie/Nelly

Nessie

Nina

Nora/Norah

OIiv/Olive

Olivia

Ollie

Paula

Peggy

Penelope/Pinelopy

Penny

Philippa

Polly

Poppy

Rebecka

Robin

Roxanne

Sara/Sarah

Stella

Stephanie/Stephany

Tara/Tarah

Tina

Valerie/Valery

Vanessa

Veronica

Victoria

Viona

Vivian

Viviana

Willow

Yasmin/Yasmine

Zoe/Zoé/Zoey

--- masculine ---

Aion

Alex

Alexander

Amon

Anthony

Anton

Ares

Ben

Benjamin

Bennie/Benny

Bill

Billy

Brian

Calvin

Carl/Karl

Chad

Chris

Chrissy

Damian

Dan

Daniel

Davon/Devon

Dorian

Elia/Elijah

Elio

Eliot/Elliot/Elliott

Emilio

Erion

Evan

Felix

Finn/Fynn

Icarus

Jack

Jackie/Jacky

Jona/Jonah

Jonas

Jones

Julian/Julien

Julius

Justin

Kevin

Leo

Linus

Louie

Louis/Luis

Lucc/Luke

Lucas/Lukas

Luigi

Marc

Marco

Mario

Max

Michael

Mickey

Mike

Milo

Nathan

Nick

Nico/Niko/Nikko

Noah

Oliver

Ollie

Paul

Pete

Peter

Robin

Sebastian

Steve

Steven

Theodore

Tim

Toby

Tom

Tommy

Tony

Valentine

Victor

Wilson

Zach/Zack

If you want me to add things like meanings, origins, etc you can just tell me!!

[myrandomfandomramblings]

The Next Generation of Legends - A Legends of Tomorrow Fanfic

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to Laurel. Happy Birthday to you,” the legends sang as the little blond girl excitedly blew out the five candles on top of her cake. 

Then her Mom, Ava cut the cake as her mama, Sara handed pieces around the room to all her aunts and uncles. The cake was quickly demolished and before long Laurel was begging all the adults to come so she could show them all her new toys. Most followed her to the bridge leaving her Moms alone in the kitchen on clean-up duty. 

“We really need to get her some friends her own age,” Ava said as she piled dishes to bring to the sink.

“I know babe,” Sara replied filling the sink with water, “I still agree she should start kindergarten with her peers. It’s just a matter of making sure the ship and timeline are taken care of before we leave.”

Laurel had spent her first five years of life traveling through time and space with the most loving found family a kid could ask for and it had worked surprisingly well. But the older she got the more complicated it became to meet her changing needs with their current lifestyle. So they had come to an agreement to retire from time travel and settle down in one spot. They had chosen Star City 2027, August just before the start of the school year. And although they would miss the wave rider they were both excited for the next chapter. The problem was that over the years their team had gradually become smaller and when they had shared their plans most of the remaining members shared similar thoughts. Although the timeline had faced few threats recently the idea of leaving it unprotected all together and officially grounding the Waverider for good didn’t sit well with either Ava or Sara, leaving them both uneasy and searching for any reasonable alternative. Just as they were about to launch into this same conversation, a time courier portal opened in the kitchen.

 Out of the portal came a young woman who looked oddly familiar to Sara although she couldn’t quite place her. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, her blond hair was pulled back in a French braid and she wore an easy smile on her freckled face as she stepped through.

“Hi Moms,” she said giving an awkward wave.

Ava and Sara exchanged a confused look before turning their attention back to the new visitor.

“Laurel?” Sara questioned.

“What? Don’t you recognize your own daughter,” Laurel teased as she opened her arms to give her moms a hug.

“What are you doing here?” Ava asked, “not that we aren’t happy to see you.” She finishes giving her daughter a hug.

“I’m here to take over the ship so I don’t miss my first day of Kindergarten,” she replies matter of factly.

“Ah…” Ava starts but she has so many thoughts she doesn’t even know where to begin.

“You can’t captain the ship without a team,” Sara jumps in, trying to end this conversation before it’s even begun.

“Oh, I’ve got that covered,” Laurel says as she reopens the portal and calls for whoever’s on the other side to come through.

5 more young people (4 human appearing and one Necrian) come through all sending greetings of “Hi Aunt Sara”, “Hey Auntie Ava “ as they do.

Once they’re all through Laurel looks back at her Moms expectingly.

“Ah, hi everyone,” Ava starts awkwardly.

“Oh, sorry, you probably don’t recognize us yet. Allow me to do introductions,” says a tall brunette with bright blue eyes, “I’m Damian. Damian Palmer,” he continues off Ava and Sara’s perplexed looks.

“That’s Martina Jackson,” he says pointing to a young black woman with braided hair and glasses.

“And we have 3 of the Rory 48lets,” Damian continues, “this is June, Justin and Jamie,” he finishes pointing first at the woman then the man, both with the same brown eyes and hair and olive skin, then at the third currently in necrian form. 

Jamie starts speaking but as they’re speaking Necrian neither Ava or Sara know what they’re saying. As if realizing this they reach into they’re pocket and pull out a pin (of the non-binary pride flag) which they pin to the front of they’re shirt and quickly look like a human with a striking resemblance to the siblings beside them. 

“Sorry,” they continue, “I was just saying lots of our other siblings want to spend at least some time on the Waverider as well so we’ll probably almost always have a bigger team then this.

“Ya,” Martina jumps in, “Ronnie, Jenna and Nora also want in when they can get away from Star Labs.”

“And I think I’ve convinced Mia, Esme, Alda and Cora to at least come for a visit,”  Laurel adds.

“Well sounds like you’ve really thought this through,” Sara says with an impressed nod as she turns to look at her wife.

“And you’d promise to be careful and time courier to us if you need any help,” Ava asks.

Laurel laughs, “Yes, the 2047 versions of you already gave me this lecture.”

“Well then I guess it’s settled,” Ava says.

“Join us for our retirement party at the end of the month and we’ll handover the keys,” Sara says with a smile leaning on Ava’s shoulder as all the now grown kids say their goodbyes before disappearing through the time courier portal.

“I told you it’d work out,” Sara says as Laurel disappears with one last wave.

“Hard to argue with that,” Ava says as she places a kiss to the top of her wife’s head.“I guess it’s true: Once a legend,”

“Always a Legend,” Sara finishes as they peek out the galley door and watch their five year old climb up on a chair on the bridge and pretend to push buttons on the console.

[cxstlaviee]

11 and 18 for Caleb & Lilah; 5 and 6 for Marigold and Madelynn; 12 and 15 for Zion and Jade; 21 and 16 for Seth and Verónica; 14 and 25 for Cora and Laurel 🙃

You really said ‘I’ma make this bitch write stuff today’ and fine i’ll do it, babe. 

Caleb & Lilah 

11. What do they hide from one another?

Caleb hides a lot from her. He doesn’t talk to her about Martin, he doesn’t really talk about Alice, not at first. The thing about Caleb, especially with people he likes? He holds himself back to avoid rejection. He’s not going to risk getting hurt or getting shut down. There’s no fucking point to him. Because as soon as that happens? He’s done with you. So if he really wants you? He’s not going to open up about deeply personal things. He keeps it surface level. He doesn’t talk much to begin with, but he’s around Cora enough to know how to ask endless questions if he cares enough to. Which, with Lilah, he cares enough to.  Eventually, yes they will move past this and he will start to unfurl, but it will take awhile. 

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

Caleb cooks for her and then goes down on her until she’s begging him to stop, and then maybe for an hour longer after that. And then snuggles, or whatever she wants. Literally whatever she wants. 

Marigold & Madelynn 

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Goldie. I don’t know I just see her blurting it out while she’s drawing a picture of her or something. 

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome? Cora. Will. Cora and Will? I don’t believe in limitations. Numbers are fake. 

Zion & Jade 

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

Zion doesn’t stop playing around with her but he does talk with her more seriously than he did before. That’s how he knows it’s getting serious. 

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote? Literally whatever she wants. He doesn’t care. He just wants her happy. What’s two hours? He can always focus on her if he gets too bored.  Seth &  Verónica

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

At first he’s nervous when they go into town, because he gets embarrassed by the gossip and shit, but he quickly gets over that.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together? He has bunker money, no worries.

Cora & Laurel 

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Cora orders soup, gets her medicine and cough drops, makes her tea, runs a bath for her, and just loves on her. 

25. Why do they fight? Cora Warren usually only fights for one reason - she gets jealous. The Warren’s have a mean possessive streak, which probably didn’t help Cora & Laurel’s relationship any at all. 

[cxstlaviee]

@crystalballl

Excerpt from the poem “CONVERSATIONS I’M NOT STARTING” by Ashe Vernon (@latenightcornerstore), featured in the collaboration poetry collection Before The First Kiss

[bestmothertournament]

Best Mother Tournament Round 2: Group 3 Results

All Winners: Beverly Crusher, Camilla Noceda, Elizabeth Swann, Gwen Cooper, Jenny Honey, May Parker, Rosie Betzler, Wendy Torrance

All Losers: Ann Possible, Cora Crawley, Delilah McGee, Eliza Danvers, Hecuba, Laurel Lightfoot, Leia Organa, Samantha Bloom

Best Winners: Elizabeth Swann with 89% of votes and Gwen Cooper with 139 votes

Least Successful Winners: Beverly Crusher with 53% of votes and Rosie Betzler with 31 votes

Most Successful Losers: Leia Organa with 47% of votes and 47 votes

Worst Loser: Samantha Bloom with 11% of votes and 6 votes