#cove the wren

[itz-pandora]

Sorry I'm thinking about my OCs...

Cove the Wren! In color this time!

[pandoras-sonic-au]

Want to create more OCs for your story apart from Steel?

Hehe. Yeah

Grim the Goat, he's a "immortal" wizard in the Sol dimension who specializes in magic rocks. He's an antagonist (replaces Eggman Nega)

Cove the Wren, he's the guardian of the Master Emerald in the Sol dimension, and him and all of Sky Babylon are allies with Soleanna (Blaze's kingdom)

Solaris the Wisp (Yes I stole the name), she is basically the same as Chaos, except she is free, instead of trapped. She's like a Phoenix!

I've had these OCs on my mind for much longer than Steel, it's just harder to talk about them.

[twincovesgame]

🎶 the boys are back in town, the boys are back in town🎶

[crowdeerdire]

Day 5: Swimming They're suppose to be RELAXING for once, but of course Derek has to take a phone call SMH (don't worry, it's just Nico making sure he's relaxing...) @derek-week-event

[dyno511]

Pretty Little Things Wilt Away

Summary: Mycena has to remember the one thing from her past that she hates to ever think about.

Word Count: 4430

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        Everytime she had that dream, it was the same. Never a single difference, despite it being such an old memory. A life she’d never even be close to again. The scent of freshly baked strawberry pies, the sound of laughter echoing from a field next to a beautiful home, music floating from the town square. Always a dream she would give anything to turn into reality. It made her sick to wake up from it, to wake up and remember she was still in Thornbrook where the first people who made that pain melt for even a moment, were dead. Where she was dead but still on this plain, exhausted out of her mind.

        Maybe that was why she’d been insisting on spending the night at Cossy’s so often. The dreams were harder to remember when she was there, it was easier to not wake up bawling her eyes out. Easier to pretend all she’d lost wasn’t so bad. She had family again and that was enough for her. She could breathe now, every second didn’t feel like stolen time. Time her family could have had, time Sibylle could have had. She was thankful Cossy and Felis welcomed her into their home with open arms.

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        Normally, Mycena would have jumped at the opportunity to help Cossy bake. She would have, really, and then she smelt strawberries and every little memory flooded back. A woman with dark hair dodging the children following behind her as she baked, small hands picking the leaves off of strawberries one by one. It made her sick to her stomach, a lot of things made her feel that way these days. This time though? This time was worse. The tears just started coming and they wouldn’t stop, no matter how many happy things she thought, no matter how many weird plants she could name off the top of her head, it wouldn’t stop.

        “Mycena? Are you okay?” She couldn’t tell you when Cossy had walked over or how long he’d been there. Right now, everything felt like a blur.

        “Hey, Felis, can you get her some water?”

        Anything else they said was drowned out by her crying. She could barely breathe right now, focusing on what they said didn’t matter anymore. She wanted to stop crying, she hated crying in front of people. The tears needed to stop and they just wouldn’t. Everything was so quiet except for her. Twenty years of bottled up grief was finally unraveling all because of a smell. 

        What felt like hours went by before the crying stopped. She still couldn’t tell what was going on around her but at least she could breathe now. At some point, Cossy and Felis had taken her outside and let her sit in the grass. Huh. She didn’t remember telling them that always made her feel better. Inside the small home, Cossy and Felis were talking. It sounded like a conversation with another but there was no other voice. 

        “We’ll take care of her, I don’t..” Cossy’s voice trailed off, almost as if he was interrupted.

        The silence told her all she needed. Sibylle was there, probably worrying herself sick over the girl.

        “We’ve got this Sibylle, she’s going to be fine. We took her outside like you told us to, now let us take care of her.” Right. Felis always knew what to do when someone was freaking out. 

        She wanted to start crying again, she missed Sibylle. Maybe she would have been crying if she didn’t feel so exhausted. Watching the dew on the grass, she listened, curious on what Sibby was thinking right then. Always worrying over her, always putting Mycena over her own needs. She hated it from anyone else but Sibylle? Sibylle made her feel like the most perfect girl in the world. Right now, though, she didn’t feel that way. She wanted to never be seen again, it cost her everything the last time she felt this way and she couldn’t afford to lose everything again. 

        “I’ll tell her, just, not right now. Go take a walk or something, you can’t help her now.” He was right, Cossy was always right about things like this. Sibylle can’t help and even if she could, what good would it do?

        “How are you feeling?” She didn’t notice Felis taking a seat beside her, or that he’d even left the conversation inside. 

        “You know, you don’t have to keep everything to yourself, right? You’ve been through alot Mycena.” He kept talking, what he wanted her to say, she couldn’t guess. Frankly, she couldn’t say anything about it right now, she was too tired. Instead, she’d change the topic.

        “Is she in there?” Her voice sounded wrong, it was so quiet and broken. It didn’t matter anymore, everyone here had seen her at her worst now so what was the point of trying to be the happy person she appeared to be.

        Instead of an answer, she was met with silence. Right. What do you even say to a girl who can’t see the one she’s asking about? Nothing was said for a while, only the sounds of the animals and nature around them remained. She could make sense of everything around her now. Every bug that crawled across the blades of grass she’d been watching, they lived their lives without worry. She missed being like them. She missed being so intune with nature that she could tell you exactly what was wrong with the wilting flower on the other side of the yard. She missed being warm. She missed not scaring off the deer in the woods by her house. 

        Felis stayed quiet, letting her sit with the silence. What he was thinking, she couldn’t tell. He probably thought she was a weak excuse for a lunar path, most people did. She was. She couldn’t control any of her abilities, she lost control so easily. She was small and physically weak. Her emotions were always a mess. At least when she was a gaia, she knew who she was. She couldn’t kill people with one outburst then. Nobody knew how pathetic she was either, always crying over stupid things.

        “She’s in there, arguing with Callisto about coming out here to you. I think we both know if she did, you’d be crying again, hm?” Maybe she was wrong. There wasn’t anything there but worry. 

        “You know, last time this… Last time I cried like this, she died. So.. yeah even though I can't see her, I would be crying again.” 

        “Do you wanna talk about it?” That got a laugh out of her, unexpected and bitter, but still a laugh.

        “It wasn’t even over her, it was the damn strawberries for the pie. Pretty stupid, huh?” 

        There was that silence again, another moment where he didn’t know what to say to her. She was a mess, wasn’t she? Crying over fruits again. The pineapple wine was one thing, with that it wasn’t such a clear memory. Small moments where she was telling her mama Wren how much she hated carrot cake and then a surprise of pineapple carrot cake that night for dessert and racing her sisters to the table for it. The pie though? That was one of the few memories she never lost, a perfectly completed puzzle. She remembered that entire day perfectly, she just never understood why that day? It wasn’t that different from the daily life her family shared.

        Cossy stepping into her view startled her, she wasn’t expecting him to convince Sibylle to stay inside so soon. She watched the voidling she saw as family take a seat beside her, he looked so concerned. She hated it. He shouldn’t have to worry about her and neither should Felis, they had a wedding to plan and look forward to. Cossy’s voice broke her out of the thoughts this time, reminding her she wasn’t alone anymore.

        “You promised me you wouldn’t keep everything to yourself anymore, we’re not going to force you to talk but it’s not stupid, okay Mycena?” There it was, Cossy being the best friend she could ever ask for.

        “Can I ask what it was about? Since it wasn’t her?” That caught her off guard, wasn’t telling Felis it was the strawberries answer enough? 

        Cossy looked over at his fianc e , a puzzled expression on his face. They both waited for the girl to speak, Felis curious on what the answer was and Cossy wondering how Felis had gotten more out of her than he ever had.

        “Strawberry pie. My moms made the best strawberry pie. I haven’t had any since I was eight because the smell always… It always makes me cry. I guess today was just one of the bad days.” 

        Laying back in the grass, she stared up at the stars. It was night now, how long had she sat out here? It was weird, she was used to feeling as though time was barely moving but today, it was going too quickly. She could have sworn it had only been a few hours since Cossy started baking. Now that she thought about it, she was really tired now too. Crying was exhausting, maybe she could take a nap right now?

        Whatever Cossy and Felis were saying didn’t translate in her mind. She was comfortable and safe. Quiet conversation went on between the pair as she drifted off to sleep. Whatever they were talking about, she could ask tomorrow. For now, she wanted to rest.

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        Mycena woke to laughter in the halls, when did Cossy and Felis’s house have halls? Actually, when did she have a bunk bed there? When did she share a room with a third person? Maybe she was still half asleep. Going to wipe whatever tears were left from her cheeks felt odd as well. That scar she had grown so used to in the last twenty years was gone. It was gone? That didn’t make sense. 

        No scar, a large room with three beds, laughter from the halls. Oh. It made sense now. She was dreaming again, though this seemed new. Her childhood room had never been so lonely in the other dreams, and the frequent one, it always started in the fields. Crawling out of her covers, she listened to the laughter grow quieter as the others ran down stairs. Why hadn’t they woken her again? 

        “Morning sleepy head,” A girl with split hair leaned down from the top bunk, a toothy grin on her face. Had it not startled her so much, Mycena would have started crying all over again. Out of all the faces she still saw in her dreams, Celia’s and mama Daphne’s were the only ones that were never clear.

        “You look like you saw a ghost, c'mon you can’t still be scared of ghost stories, Cena.” Celia tumbled down from her bunk, landing on her feet and taking a seat next to the smaller. 

        “I’m not! I just… had a bad dream, that’s all.” Her sister was here in front of her, twenty years worth of dreams where she never saw her face, so why this dream?         “Good, I can’t have you being a big baby on our birthday!” Oh. That’s why. This was more than just a memory, this was reliving the worst day of her life. The nightmare she had lived with her entire life. This dream would either go one of two ways, it would end with flames dancing around her or candles being blown out. If she could have, she would have gone back under the covers and waited for the fire to end her dreaming. Anything but reliving this. Not today, not after all the crying she did while she was awake. 

        The door opening to a blonde gaia and a taller girl with purple and raven hair prevented that. With all three of her sisters in front of her, she could nearly piece together what mama Daphne looked like again. Almost. It was still fuzzy to her, anything she could scavenge from the depths of her memory were fragments. She couldn’t remember her voice either.

        “Alright birthday brats, come on, Mom asked everyone in the village to hold all their requests until tomorrow just for you two.” The taller of the new arrivals would have sounded rude to any others, but Mycena remembered how rare her kind side showed and calling them brats was often a term of endearment from her sister. Sylvie was always that way, something she had learned from mama Daphne. Maybe it was because they both took on roles in the village at such young ages. 

        Cove burst into the room next, the small shark running straight to Mycena for a hug. It was funny, he had been so small on this day yet in the present, in the world she knew, he was taller than mama Wren. He looked so happy here, so full of hope and joy, not a single scar on him either. She wished he had gotten to stay that way, unharmed by the world they live in. Her baby brother deserved the world and instead, everything that was for him was ripped away in the blink of an eye. They were all that was left of the Amanita name and neither was enough for the world. 

        “Happy birthday Cena and Celia!” Cove’s voice was so small. Knowing that out of all her siblings, he was the only one that ever got to grow up, it made her sick. He deserved a family the most out of all of them, he never did anything to anyone. Everything about this dream made her sick to her stomach. The fear of if it would turn into a nightmare or a dream of what could have been was devastating.

        At some point, the five of them ended up in the town square without their mothers in sight. How they got here, Mycena wasn’t sure. This dream felt too real. Camellia had run off to talk to a boy she’d always spent time with and Sylvie was stuck with the youngest three, careful to watch for anyone with even a weird glance at them. She didn’t realize back then, but people in the village looked at Celia and Sylvie with disgust in their eyes. It wasn’t everyone, but it was more than you’d think for such a close knit community. Mama Wren got the same look from people, albeit, there was more malice behind it with her. Now that she got the chance to think about it all, so much more made sense. They hated her mama Wren and her sisters.

        A group of smaller kids, maybe around Cove’s age, ran up to them, dragging him off to play. This day started so normally. How did it ever get to the point she was dreading? Everything seemed right. What was it? It was right in front of her and yet, she couldn’t place it. Maybe the dream was drawing her in, everything seemed perfect but something was wrong and she knew it from the start. Celia’s laughter from one of the stalls only made it worse. This was one of the last times she heard her sister’s laugh and she didn’t know until it was too late. 

        “Celia! Cena! Come on, mom wants us back by the house so we don’t take too long getting back to dinner.” Sylvie was waiting by the tree in the plaza, Cove and Camellia by her side. It was odd, they both had just ran off and they were just in the market? On top of that, this wasn’t part of the memory. At least, not part of it that she remembered. What was about to happen?

        Before she knew it they were in the fields near their family home. No. No, this was not where this fit, it couldn’t be. Just like the dream she’d had the night before, she watched as her siblings’ laughter echoed through the field, a game of chase ensuing. Mycena hated this. The one dream she’d had over and over all these years was part of the end of it all. The memory she held so close to her heart was part of that day. It made more sense at least. The pies and the music. The village square always had music when someone was celebrating. But now? That music made her sick to her stomach. She never understood why it was playing, their birthday was never a public party.

        Standing in the field, she listened. Taking in every sound she missed so dearly before it was ruined by everything that would follow. Her sisters chasing each other through the wheat, Cove playing with the axolotls in the pond, the music, the sound of her mothers from the open kitchen window, laughing as they baked. She could even hear her own heartbeat, a sound she’d lost a long time ago. Everything felt odd. Then the smell hit her. The strawberry pie. That’s it felt okay, even if it was just for a moment.

        “Kids! Come on! Food is ready!” Shouting from the kitchen window, a voice she hadn’t heard in her dreams since she was little, mama Daphne. 

        Each of her sisters raced into the house, Cove following behind them. She wanted to follow, she would. But for just a moment, she was terrified. Celia and mama Daphne were the two faces she couldn’t place for so long. Would she see her face again? It didn’t matter. This dream would end badly either way. Every step she took felt like she was walking to her death. 

        It reminded her of the years after Sibylle’s death, she’d found her way to the home of another lunar path only to beg him to kill her. She’d been following the man for two days at that point, and she expected to be lost to the world moments after they were face to face. Instead, she was called pathetic and weak. The other lunar path refused to end her suffering and turned her away, sending her home with a newfound hatred for even existing. In this case, it was as though she was walking into that house all over again only to really be killed. She knew how this night would end. 

        Stepping into the dining room, everyone was seated. Mama Wren, Sylvie, Camellia, Cove, Celia, and even mama Daphne. If anyone were to walk into this room not knowing any of them, they’d believe they were all friends rather than family. But when you got a closer look, each had similar features and mannerisms. She could see her mother’s face for once. It was like looking in a mirror, the only real difference being their eyes and mama Daphne’s lack of a burn on her face. Even their hair was the same, that dirty greenish brown color that was always framing their faces perfectly. It made sense now on why she could never remember her face. She hated looking at her own because she couldn’t remember what it looked like before.

        “Alright, alright! Cove, Camellia, go get the presents your uncle sent them and Sylvie, can you go grab the cake?” She spoke with so much confidence, a born leader.

        “Yes ma’am,” The three split off, each laughing as they left the room. 

        She hated this dream. There were parts missing and the idea of living through this all over again made her sick. At some point before mama Daphne sent those three off, Mycena had taken a seat next to mama Wren and everyone had finished eating despite her never moving after entering the room. It was odd. She didn’t get to dwell on it long, Sylvie returned with the cake and Camellia and Cove were each carrying a small gift box.

        Once again, things skipped around. This time, she was sitting by the pond with mama Wren, her stuffed fox, Nimbus, in tow. Odd, Nimbus wasn’t in her room that morning, where was he before now? Mama Wren was braiding her hair, telling her some story of when she and mama Daphne were young. She enjoyed the time with her mother so much, they’d always sit by the pond at night before walks. Mycena used to wait for her all day, excited for a chance to help her make sure everyone in the village was alright for the night. 

        “There, your hair is all braided. Did you have a good birthday?” She was always such a soft spoken person, so kind to everyone.         “Mhm! It was the best! I really love my fox, I’m gonna name him Nimbus!” Oh. She used to be so small, so safe. That day she started thinking it was going to stay amazing and then in just a few moments, all that perfect happiness would be ripped away. 

        Mama Wren took the little gaia’s hand in her own, leading her into the village so they could begin their nightly routine. Mycena knew where this dream was going now, it would play out as that last day the Amanita family was ever seen. Every step the pair took, she wanted so badly to wake up, to not have to relive this. The music in the square had stopped and chatter was quiet. Something was wrong and whatever it was, it was more than what was about to happen. 

        Each house they stopped by, everyone was asleep. There had to have been a party, that would explain the music from before. It was odd, usually at least one person was sure to stay up to greet them each night. The only house that answered their knocking was an old man, the one that was always sure to greet them and never went to the village parties. 

        “Ah, Mrs. Amanita and if it isn’t one of the birthday girls. How has your day been?”         “It’s been amazing, sir. We’re just doing our usual rounds, except everyone’s been asleep when we’ve stopped by. Was there a party today?” She sounded worried, almost as if she knew more than she’d let on.         “Mm. Yes, that man that’s been very persistent in his issue with you…” The old man trailed off as his eyes caught something bright in the reflection. 

        Mycena smelt the smoke before she could register mama Wren running. Right. This is how everything happened. He stopped talking and she ran for her life. She knew she should have stayed with the old man but she followed anyway, desperate to warn her mother even if she couldn’t.

        By the time she caught up, mama Wren had already run into the house and the screams started. The flames engulfing her childhood home had made it to the fields and begun making its way to other parts of the village. Everything she knew was burning before her eyes. Her home was crumbling, screams she could recognize echoing through the air. Everyone in that house burnt. She heard it with her own ears and when she wanted so badly to run in there and save anything she could, the flames reached her. Everything was so bright and so warm. It was terrifying. 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------         She managed to wake up right as the flames touched her, too scared of the pain. She didn’t want to open her eyes. It wasn’t often her face hurt but the pain was back. She knew it was in her head but it was still there, burning at her. It took her a moment to hear the people in her room, Cossy was sitting at the end of her bed, Felis was somewhere in the room and considering Sibylle was here before she fell asleep, she was here too.

        “She’ll be alright, she’s stronger than even she realizes.” Cossy believed in her too much. She was pathetic and weak.

        “Callisto, she’s going to have to talk about it at some point but.. I don’t think either of us know how to get her to.” Right. Felis and Cossy cared about her like she was their daughter but god, she has never had a parent that lived. So how long until her luck costs her them as well?

        There was silence for some time and Mycena felt a gust of cool air close to her. It was her Sibby, god she missed her. Cossy and Felis listened, small laughs shared between them. Whatever Sibylle was saying, she got them to stop worrying for just a moment. 

        “As much as I don’t like Sibylle, she’s right, she’ll talk eventually, let’s just give her time.” 

        Cossy reached over to move Mycena’s hair from her face, an attempt to keep it from getting soaked by the tears. Instead, she flinched, the pain she thought wasn’t actually there becoming far too real.         “Shit! Sorry, did I wake you up?” He sounded so worried, she felt bad. He didn’t do anything wrong.

        “No, I was awake already. I just.. My head hurts, I’ll be okay.” Her own voice sounded wrong. It was so broken and quiet. She almost sounded sick but she knew it was just from all the crying.

        “Are you sure? You were crying an awful lot while you slept,” Felis made his way over, taking a seat on the floor beside her bed.         She wanted to cry again, they cared about her so much and she didn’t understand why. None of it ever made sense. How long would it be until she lost them too? They were so quiet right now, like she was fragile and a single sound could break her.

        “Promise me something?” Everything was so quiet now, compared to her dream. It was odd.

        “Yeah? What is it?”         “Don’t die… or leave me behind.” She muttered, rolling over so she couldn’t see them anymore. She didn’t want to see their faces right now, and she certainly didn’t want to see the stuffed animal on her night stand. 

        Both of them stayed quiet for a moment, likely trying to figure out what they thought was wrong.

        “We promise, alright Mycena?” Cossy spoke first, giving her a hug as he spoke.

        “Mhm, promise. You’re not gonna be alone anymore.” 

        Maybe this was enough for her, Cossy and Felis meant the world to her right now and she knew a promise wasn’t going to do anything, but it was enough for her. And Sibylle may not be where she can see her but knowing she’s here is enough for her too. She’d tell them everything one day but today, that dream and the pain she was in, she’s keeping it to herself.

[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

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ayn

banks

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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

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dale

dan

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dash

dax

day

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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

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knox

lake

land

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lark

lee

leith

lou

love

lux

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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

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[saturniasxenos]

Nature / Flora ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Nature, Flora, Flowers, Trees, and anything alike!

This is my 3rd NPT pack! 💜 I hope you find what you are looking for. I try to add as MUCH content as possible, so even if you don't find it, you can have an idea! (I'm still not the best at titles...)

🍀 Pronouns:

Flo/Florae/Flora/Floras/Floraself

Flo/Flora/Floral/Florals/Floralself

Flo/Flow/Flower/Flowers/Flowerself

Le/Lea/Leaf/Leafs/Leafself

Tre/Tree/Trees/Trees/Treeself

Wo/Woo/Wood/Woods/Woodself

For/Fores/Forest/Forests/Forestself

Na/Natu/Nature/Natures/Natureself

Clo/Clove/Clover/Clovers/Cloverself

Pla/Plan/Plant/Plants/Plantself

Bi/Bio/Bios/Bios/Bioself

Mo/Moss/Mossy/Mosses/Mossself

Gra/Grass/Grassy/Grasses/Grassself

Ec/Eco/Ecos/Ecos/Ecoself

Fun/Fung/Fungi/Fungus/Fungiself

Mush/Mushro/Mushroom/Mushrooms/Mushroomself

Al/Alga/Algae/Algaes/Algaeself

Ea/Ear/Earth/Earths/Earthself

Ju/Jung/Jungle/Jungles/Jungleself

Pi/Pin/Pine/Pines/Pineself

Ta/Tai/Taiga/Taigas/Taigaself

So/Soi/Soil/Soils/Soilself

Gre/Gree/Green/Greens/Greenself

Dru/Drui/Druid/Druids/Druidself

Fai/Fair/Fairy/Fairys/Fairyself

Ge/Geo/Geos/Geos/Geoself

Ro/Rock/Rocks/Rocks/Rockself

Spri/Sprin/Spring/Springs/Springself

Su/Sum/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Tro/Trop/Tropical/Tropics/Tropicalself

Wi/Wil/Wild/Wilds/Wildself

Wil/Wilde/Wilderness/Wilderness/Wildernessself

Gar/Gard/Garden/Gardens/Gardenself

Bir/Birc/Birch/Birchs/Birchself

Oa/Oak/Oaks/Oaks/Oakself

Spru/Spruc/Spruce/Spruces/Spruceself

Oa/Oas/Oasis/Oasis/Oasisself

Ri/Riv/River/Rivers/Riverself

La/Lak/Lake/Lakes/Lakeself

Ra/Rai/Rain/Rains/Rainself

Wi/Wint/Winter/Winters/Winterself

Fro/Fros/Frost/Frosts/Frostself

Fa/Fall/Falls/Falls/Fallself

Au/Autu/Autumn/Autumns/Autumnself

🌲/🌲's

🍀/🍀's

🌸/🌸's

🌿/🌿's

🌱/🌱's

🌳/🌳's

🌵/🌵's

🍃/🍃's

🌻/🌻's

🌹/🌹's

🌧/🌧's

☀/☀'s

❄/❄'s

💨/💨's

💧/💧's

🌸 Titles:

Preserver of The Forest

(X) Who Nurtures

Born From The Forest

Guardian of The Forest

Dancer of The Desert

(X) Who Guards The Oasis

Child of The Trees

Floral Founder

Seeker of The Leaves

(X) Who Dances With The Petals

Druid of The Land

Wings of The Forest

Nurturing The Land

Nurturer of The Forest

Nature's Guardian

Child of Mother Nature

Guardian of Mother Nature

Raindrop on The Leaf

Dancing in The Wind

Guardian of The Crops

Child of The Nymph

The Water Dancer

The River Traveler

🍃 Names:

Fem: Azalea, Aurora, Aster, Bellatrix, Belladonna, Blossom, Coral, Calla, Camellia, Dahlia, Daisy, Dawn, Dove, Dandelion, Ember, Flora, Floria, Giselle, Heather, Holly, Ivy, Jade, Juliet, Jasmine, Luna, Lunar, Lotus, Lily, Lilac, Lavender, Magnolia, Marigold, Meadow, Moon, Maple, Nova, Opal, Petunia, Poppy, Plum, Primrose, Paisley, Rosamund, Rose, Rosa, Rainy, Raine, Stella, Summer, Thea, Violet, Verna, Vine, Willow, Zinna,

Masc: Acacius, August, Arthur, Acorn, Arno, Aire, Beckett, Bear, Birch, Cedar, Cliff, Clay, Corvus, Clayton, Cove, Canyon, Callum, Caspian, Dune, Dylan, Elwood, Finn, Fielder, Falcon, Fox, Forest, Florian, Flint, Griffin, Hunter, Jasper, Jonah, Kai, Leo, Luan, Lennox, Micah, Oliver, Quill, Oscar, Orson, Roscoe, Rainier, Rhodes, Reed, Ronan, Rowan, Spruce, Sol, Thorne, Thorn, Wilder, Winter, Weston,

Neu: Arbor, Ashton, Ash, Agate, Autumn, Aspen, Bay, Berry, Barley, Brae, Bryony, Basil, Brooks, Bourne, Cereus, Clover, Crow, Cypress, Chamomile, Everest, Eden, Fawn, Farley, Finley, Frost, Fern, Foxley, Hazel, Harper, Hyacinth, Iris, Juniper, Jay, Jett, Koa, Krow, Lake, Leaf, Lynx, Oakley, Nightshade, Onyx, Orion, Olive, Pike, Pepper, Prairie, Phoenix, Robin, River, Raven, Rye, Scout, Sage, Stone, Sable, Snowden, Storm, Thistle, Wolf, Wolfe, Wulfwynn, Wren, Zen, Zev, Zephyr,

🌲 Genders:

Natureserenic - a gender related to spending your days in the middle of nowhere inside your cottage overgrown with nature, cats, dogs, and peacefulness.

Rotgrowth - A gender that has a deep connection to the idea of new plant life growing out of dead, rotting, decaying bodies such as animals and humans.

Vancouldian - a gender related to tall evergreen trees blowing in the wind against a cloudy sky

Regenderation - A gender connected to all things related to regeneration and growth. Medicine, nature, the life aspect, shades of pinks and greens, etc.

Mouanipre - a gender connected to baby animals, daisies, wildflowers, flower crowns, soft grass, meadows, fawns, bunnies, lambs, soft fur, sleepy baby animals, pastel colors, and cute baby animals resting in soft meadows.

Heliangender - a gender related to, affected by, or connected to sunflowers.

Convolvulaceaeic - A gender that has a deep connection to the Convolvulaceae Family of flowers.

Naturegender - Gender relating to nature/plants

Asteraceaeica - gender that has a deep connection to the Asteraceae Family of flowers.

[acronym-chaos]

Final Girl ID Pack

[PT: Final Girl ID Pack].

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

Names

[PT: Names].

Aria, Ashen, Blair, Blakeley, Calista, Calliope, Cove, Dahlia, Eden, Ellis, Elys, Everly, Fallon, Faye, Flynn, Garin, Halen, Harper, Heath, Indigo, Iris, Jael, Juniper, Kestrel, Kieran, Kira, Lara, Leland, Lirian, Maeve, Malric, Meridian, Morgan, Nolan, Odessa, Oren, Quay, Shale, Talia, Teagan, Vale, Wren

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Bloo / Blood / Bloods, Esc / Escape / Escs, Fe / Fea / Fear, Fight / Fight / Fights, Fina / Final / Finals, Gho / Ghos / Ghost, Horro / Horror / Horrors, Knif / Knife / Knifes, Lo / Lor / Lones [Lone], Scre / Screa / Screams, Sta / Stab / Stabs, Sur / Survi / Survive, Wit / Witness / Witness'

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Survivor Hidden in the Shadows, A Witness to Terror, The Last One Standing, The One Who Escaped, The One Who Faced Fear, The Only Story Left, The Voice That Stayed Silent, [Pronoun] Who Broke the Cycle, [Pronoun] Who Lingers Through the End, [Pronoun] Who Wasn't Supposed to Survive

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

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[pupsmailbox]

any names like aspen, scout or wolf

pref neutral but i dont mind ^^

ASPEN︰ abagail. acacia. addison. addy. akifumi. alexandrina. allan. allen. allyson. alyvia. anson. antimony. arbor. archer. arden. aria. arrow. artemis. arwen. ash. asher. ashton. aspyn. astatine. aster. astrid. atlas. atticus. aurelion. aurora. autumn. ava. avalon. averie. avery. azalea. azir. bear. birch. blair. braniff. briar. caleb. camdyn. cameron. carsen. cason. caspian. cedar. chance. charlotte. clover. colt. cyril. cyrus. dalton. daxton. declan. easton. eden. ellah. elm. ember. emerson. emery. everest. everett. everly. fauna. fern. finn. forest. forrest. graham. greyson. hadley. harlow. harper. hazel. hudson. hunter. ivy. jade. jason. jasper. jaxen. juniper. kai. kason. kinsley. lachlan. landen. landon. lela. liam. linden. luca. luna. mercury. nova. oak. oliver. orion. owen. paisley. parker. paxton. peony. phoenix. pine. piper. quinn. rain. raven. river. rowan. sage. samson. sawyer. scarlett. sierra. sycamore. violet. westin. willow. wren. yasmin.

SCOUT︰ arrow. atticus. bear. birdie. blue. bowie. charlotte. clover. cove. dash. falcon. finch. finley. finn. frankie. harlow. harper. hawk. hazel. henry. holden. huck. huckleberry. indigo. jack. juno. kate. kit. liam. lucy. lynx. olive. oliver. phoenix. piper. poppy. quinn. ranger. rory. rowan. ruby. rue. sadah. sadayo. sade. sadi. sadia. sadiya. saeed. sage. said. saida. saidah. saide. sailor. saint. satha. satu. satya. sawyer. scarlett. scotia. scott. seath. seth. shada. shaddie. shadiya. shadow. shigeto. sid. sijuwade. sita. sky. skye. sloane. sonny. stella. stewie. story. suede. sujata. sunday. syed. tallulah. tripp. vale. violet. willow. winter. wren.

WOLF(E)︰ ace. aio. amelia. ardent. aria. arrow. ash. asher. atlas. atticus. aurora. autumn. axel. bear. birch. blanchefleur. cedar. cole. cora. destry. ebner. evangeline. experience. february. finn. flower. forest. forrest. fox. gabriel. halian. hawk. haydon. holden. holmes. hunter. ivy. jasper. jori. kiersten. knight. liam. lightning. lily. lumière. luna. lynx. maeve. maine. marguerita. midnight. mulberry. oak. ocean. oliver. orion. phoenix. pine. quill. rain. river. rock. sage. scarlett. seele. silas. sixten. snow. sonder. stone. tristin. urien. vadim. violet. walt. walvia. ward. wells. wendey. wendi. wendie. wheeler. wilder. wiley. will. william. wisdom. wolfgang. wolfie. wolverine. wulviva. wylie. xavier. yevetta. zeo. zephyr.

[itz-pandora]

2024 nuclear family

[twincovesgame]

The ROs as responses to "I'm breaking up with you": PART 2

[crowdeerdire]

Day 2: Hanging Out Wren is pretty competitive and really into sports, like Derek! So it makes sense why they would really get along when they were younger. @derek-week-event One day I'll spend more then a minute on colouring and rendering... Also shoutout to the clipart soccer ball because I couldn't be bothered (((°▽°)八(°▽°)))♪ Also yes, that's Cove and my Cove MC, Kel, in the background. Cove: Why are we even here?? Kel: IDK but do you wanna make daisy chains? *Wren and Derek playing some serious soccer*

Also shoutout to this pic because I could NOT figure out how to draw kids playing soccer... Like my brain is limited...

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

OUR LIFE / XOXO DROPLETS OC MASTERPOST

Baxter Route:

Aurora King: Most Developed, author, nervous personality preset, 2 kids

Oline Whitlock: Obligatory "got pregnant in step 3" OC, fashion designer, direct personality preset, 1 child

Derek Route:

Felicity Druan: Obligatory Artist OC, Cove's sister, direct personality preset, she got heart issues 🤞

Tamarack Route:

Freya Wren: Lowkey a self insert, selectively mute, maladaptive daydreamer, journalist, nervous personality preset.

Qiu Route:

Trixie Callegari: Resident Baby Punk, Emotionally Unstable, Prone to Fighting, Protective, Cosmetologist, Direct Personality Preset.

Shiloh Route:

Vanity Franklin: Fake Goth, Argumentative, Anti-Social, Easily Flustered.

Fan Kids:

Eliza King-Ward: Firstborn Child of Aurora and Baxter, spends arguably too much time with the jerksquad.

Autumn King-Ward: Secondborn Child of Aurora and Baxter, idolizes Qiu.

Sasha Whitlock: Only Child of Oline and Baxter, highkey attached to Nico and adores Derek.

[thatbiologist]

G’eth Character Name Bank

First Names

Masculine Names

Alfred, Andrew, Arlo, Arthur, Balthazar, Barry, Ben, Benedick, Bernard, Burchard, Cedric, Charibert, Crispin, Cyrill, Daegal, Derek, Digory, Drustan, Duncan, Edmund, Edwin, Elric, Evaine, Frederick, Geffery, George, Godfreed, Gregory, Guy, Harris, Harry, Horsa, Hugh, Humphrey, Iago, Jack, Jeremy, John, Kazamir, Kenric, Lawrence, Leoric, Lorik, Luke, Lynton, Lysander, Madoc, Magnus, Maukolum, Micheal, Miles, Milhouse, Mordred, Mosseus, Ori, Orvyn, Neville, Norbert, Nycolas, Paul, Percival, Randulf, Richard, Robert, Roderick, Stephen, Tennys, Theodoric, Thomas, Tristan, Tybalt, Victor, Vincent, Vortimer, Willcock, Willian, Wymond

Feminine Names

Adelin, Alice, Amelia, Beatrix, Beryl, Bogdana, Branwyne, Brigida, Catalina, Catherine, Claudia, Crystina, Deanna, Desdemona, Elaine, Elinora, Eliza, Enide, Eva, Ferelith, Fiora, Freya, Gertrude, Gregoria, Gueanor, Gwen, Gwendolyn, Hannah, Hegelina, Helen, Helga, Heloise, Henrietta, Igraine, Imogen, Jacquelyn, Jane, Jean, Jenny, Jill, Juliana, Juliet, Katie, Leela, Lettice, Lilibet, Lilith, Lucy, Luthera, Luz, Lyra, Malyna, Margherita, Marion, Meryl, Millie, Miranda, Molle, Morgana, Morgause, Nezetta, Nina, Novella, Olwen, Oriana, Oriolda, Osanna, Pamela, Petra, Philippa, Revna, Rohez, Rosalind, Rose, Sallie, Sarra, Serphina, Sif, Simona, Sophie, Thomasine, Tiffany, Ursula, Viola, Winifred, Yrsa, Ysabella, Yvaine, Zelda, Zillah

Gender-Neutral/Unisex Names

Adrian, Alex, Aiden, Arden, Ariel, Auden, Avery, Bailey, Blaire, Blake, Brett, Breslin, Caelan, Cadain, Cameron, Charlie, Dagon, Dana, Darby, Darra, Devon, Drew, Dylan, Evan, Felize, Fenix, Fernley, Finley, Glenn, Gavyn, Haskell, Hayden, Hunter, Jace, Jaime, Jesse, Jo, Kai, Kane, Karter, Kieran, Kylin, Landon, Leslie, Mallory, Marin, Meritt, Morgan, Nell, Noel, Oakley, Otzar, Paris, Peregrine, Quant, Quyn, Reagan, Remy, Robin, Rowan, Ryan, Sam, Samar, Sasha, Sloan, Stace, Tatum, Teegan, Terrin, Urbain, Vahn, Valo, Vick, Wallace, Waverly, Whitney, Yardley, Yarden, Zasha

Surnames

Surnames, Patrilineal - First Name (Patrilineal Surname)

Ace, Allaire, Appel, Arrow, Baker, Bamford, Barnard, Beckett, Berryann, Blakewood, Blanning, Bigge, Binns, Bisby, Brewer, Brickenden, Brooker, Browne, Buller, Carey, Carpenter, Carter, Cheeseman, Clarke, Cooper, Ead, Elwood, Emory, Farmer, Fish, Fisher, Fitzroy, Fletcher, Foreman, Foster, Fuller, Galahad, Gerard, Graves, Grover, Harlow, Hawkins, Hayward, Hill, Holley, Holt, Hunter, Jester, Kerr, Kirk, Leigh, MacGuffin, Maddock, Mason, Maynard, Mercer, Miller, Nash, Paige, Payne, Pernelle, Raleigh, Ryder, Scroggs, Seller, Shepard, Shore, Slater, Smith, Tanner, Taylor, Thatcher, Thorn, Tilly, Turner, Underwood, Vaughan, Walter, Webb, Wilde, Wood, Wren, Wyatt, Wynne

Surnames, Townships in G’eth - First Name of (Location)

Abelforth, Argent Keep, Barrow Springs, Barrowmere, Bedford, Brunhelm, Bumble, Casterfalls, Dunbridge, Falmore Forest, Folk’s Bounty, Frostmaid, Fulstad, Heller’s Crossing, Hertfordshire, Humberdale, Inkwater, Little Avery, Marrowton, Mistfall, Mistmire, Morcow, Necropolis-on-Sea, Otherway, Parsendale, Piddlehinton, Port Fairwind, Redcastle, Ransom, Rutherglen, Saint Crois, Tanner’s Folly, Tavern’s Point, Wilmington

Surnames, Geographical Locations in G’eth - First Name of the (Location)

Cove of Calamity, Deep Woods of Falmore, Eastern Isles, Eastern Mountains, Foothills, Frozen Peak, Lakes, Maegor Cobblestones, Northern Mountains, Southern Isle, Tangle, West Coast, Wild Wild Woods, Woods of Angarad

Surnames, Nickname - First Name the (Something) 

Bald, Bastard, Bear, Bearded, Big, Bird, Bold, Brave, Broken, Butcher, Bruiser, Careless, Caring, Charitable, Clever, Clumsy, Cold, Confessor, Coward, Crow, Cyclops, Devious, Devoted, Dog, Dragonheart, Dreamer, Elder, Faithful, Fearless, Fey, Fool, Friend, Generous, Giant, Goldheart, Goldfang, Gouty, Gracious, Great, Hag, Handsome, Hawk, Honest, Huge, Humble, Hungry, Hunter, Innocent, Ironfist, Ironside, Keeper, Kind, Lesser, Liar, Lionheart, Little, Loyal, Magical, Mercenary, Merchant, Messenger, Old, Orphan, Pale, Polite, Poet, Poor, Prodigy, Prophet, Proud, Reliable, Romantic, Rude, Selfish, Sellsword, Scab, Scholar, Shield, Shy, Singer, Sirrah, Slayer, Slug, Small, Stoneheart, Swift, Tadde, Talented, Tart, Tenacious, Timid, Tiny, Tough, Traveller, Trusted, Truthful, Viper, Wizard, Wolf, Wyrm

[macaw-squawks]

hihii macaw! I wanted to both send a request n share a lil bit of my joy !! :3 i’m getting some (therian) gear soon! so excited to be able to wag my tail hehe !!

‘n could you also do some name suggestions for a coyote or vancouver coastal seawolf? preferably neutral names but idm masc or feminine!

- 🪷🐻‍❄️

Neu coyote + coastal seawolf names!

Requested by: 🪷🐻‍❄

Omg congrats anon!!! You deserve those tail wags >:] ANYWAY, I tried themeing the coyote names around their natural habitats, and the coastal wolf names have a similar theme (habitats) with the addition of some plain ol wolf themed names :> let me know if you'd like any changes!!

Coyote names

Jack

Chip

Autumn

Amos

Fern

Field

Prarie

Otis

Wren

Savanna

Mojave

Acacia

Canyon

Coastal wolf names

Coral

Bay

Cove

Finn

Dune

Rocky

Kai

Remus

Coast

Callie

Fenrir

Caspian

Sandy

Fern

Aspen

Pine

[cfthesoul]

little glimpses into sage's pregnancy and the first year of wren cove beckett's life. @broodingmystery