#freten

[sigyn-foxyposts]

''Sundry Mythology!''

Meaning "of various kinds" or "several"

So i realized i havent shared my very own pantheon of gods! Consisting of already known deities from all around the world. But these Gods have all been fused together to become that of a different character, god and or creature with a new identity and whole new story entirely!

So appearance, title, and name wise, everything will be fused together and change into something totally new!! I mean no disrespect to any culture by doing this, as I am aware that I'm using deities or creatures for my fusions, that some may believe in and worship.

It's originally just something I started for fun a while back on 27th of march, 2022! All fusions were requested to be fused together by random people and my friends/closest mutuals.

Here are some of their designs!! Should i post more about them in the future? :D

Anshi, Ereshmat, Herma.

Hoki, Zumera, Freten.

Persemis, Fu Karyin, Sephelles.

Lexhi, Apheora, Hatva, Phibla.

[muxas-world]

Traumic and fretenic expresión on his eyes i fear pecco has consume my entire soul whit his neurotic face

[ashke-e]

Fresh thought.

Who should be the ruler of Up and Down after Season 3. We all wish for Aziraphale and Crowley nice time without any disturbing on some nice cottage house (picture from the desk). Books, plants and love.

However to change the system you need time and good organization (I know rebels what you like, but it never ended well).

So...

What do you think about Micheal and Dagon as a Supreme Arsangel and Hellish Duke? They fretenizing (hehehe, after S2.6 I think there are a lot more 😏) they want to be on the top. If there would be a war, it coudn't be so funny as it is now.

[sollux-captor]

TGIS BIYCH HAS SOME AUDASITY CPMING INTO MY ROOM YELLING, TOUCHING MY BACK AND SIMUKTANEOUSLY PULLIGN OFF NY BLAKET KNOWJNG WGAT IVE BEEN THRU, THEM TAKING MY SHIY, THENNN WHEN IM FREKINGG OUT SCERAMING AMD GAGGING SHES ACTIGN ALL SCARED AND YHREATETED BY THE KID SHE ABUSSEF FOR YESRS FRETENING TO CSLL COPS AGAIN, TGEN TALKING SHIY AT MR FOR COLAPSING AND SAKING ON THE FLOOR, THEN THROWING MY SHIT OHTSIDE AD SAYING OM NEVER COMING BSCK INSIDE (I GRABBED MY KEYES SMH DUBMASD) TGRN WEN IM LIKE "ITSH FUNNY HOW U BEAT ME FOR YEARS AND THEN ADKT ALL.SCERD OF ME THONKING IMMA DO TGAT 2 U" AND SHE STARTTED SCREEMING THAT.SGE NEVER LAID A HADN ON ME💀💀💀 BIITSCH IM NNOY STUUIPID

[the-void-of-the-ghost-rat]

Not mine but a pals

https://discord.com/invite/hmX5xpGpP6

Is set in an fantacy medevil times an war agenst two kingdomes making the magical land be distyoyed, making the people of both kingdomes fight against what they believe.

The two kighdomes used to be in harmeny every one was fine with it and happy but when the king of the dark kingdome felt bored and freten by the new management of the bradering kingdome making him feel threaten by them and declining war what will happen to the people that have be friended the pople from the opeside kingdome will they go to war agenst each other or will they stand by for what they belive.

[444names]

Names generated out of the entry on Terminator 2: Judgement day from English Wikipedia and American surnames

Acham Adelacdayd Adottmars Advance Agutt Anderry Armankson Armse Arson Arzard Auels Avillon Avisulla Awates...

Backmactson Bakey Baltz Bardison Barsonank Bartenney Basle Baultorson Baxto Beardy Beggell Belley Bellinton Benannor Beracro Berson Bervis Blasla Blayd Bonles Boods Boody Bowlempber Bownider Bowns Boyce Boylowatene Bradde Bralling Bratt Breevenne Briffey Bringuse Brisenned Brishence Brote Bryer Buder Bulds Bultzgelez Burchaft Burenjarez Burney Burras Bused Buson Butiz Calespecin Camerson Camind Cardsed Cardson Carmilknon Carnes Carnewson Carquez Carrez Carry Carshay Cartor Casquellen Caughley Chancosh Chartys Checketon Chith Chminar Chodownight Clact Clegampurey Cluell Cluez Cocten Colin Colstonson Comblad Comens Comerson Comilbean Conducer Conneins Cookerots Coolcord Cootonald Copen Coraff Cores Corks Crandson Craves Crion Crithoody Croll Crught Crujimend Curlsonney Dallis Dallyney Dattonas Daulloch Dectiz Delgatia Dinces Dowinan Duccoch Duder Dunges Dunts Durgaton Eavell Efforamblas Endes Esullinder Evendson Exanda Fards Farnaver Faton Faulkids Fecoonergen Ferchickner Ferrodon Fiell Fievins Filacotts Fince Firbeavere Fisitch Fitaner Fleaney Flens Fluckaye Foldsan Fored Foredwill Foweids Fowles Fradovat Framer Freten Fuelloyde Ganson Gaynnielley Giley Gileyer Gillson Gilly Gilson Gleodre Glisee Gomps Goodatson Gosboollebs Gracturce Gradedox Grett Grienk Griquez Guence Gutlinguiz Haharnel Halerver Hammespeted Hankle Hards Harks Harrisulle Harryancip Heado Hecte Heman Henhanflend Heroton Higeorre Hight Hilkin Hinarporan Hitne Hodwarp Hograll Holdwith Holes Holiger Holockweidd Holphend Holson Holsonle Hopkin Horph Hoton Hound Hownettrise Hudgeoranch Hugharer Huldon Humphy Hurnashards Hurtion Hutedo Itfill Jackbuse Jasquards Jenchnsuard Jenney Joheas Joycerson Joyloryan Kayton Kelernt Kerso Kingrader Kinthrivest Kintong Lahowarquen Landun Laste Laylez Leemos Levishly Liall Linchaelly Lisequire Lowebstan Loydeashan Ludsann Machard Macklas Macripal Maghtson Magorman Majorgers Mally Malton Mancipace Mancips Mandrisuss Manifinance Manson Manturnett Mation Matkin Mayna Mccas Mccohn Mccory Mccul Mcdales Mcdoth Mcfard Mcialing Mcinsher Mckeman Mckerrison Mclere Mcles Meaton Mejiall Mejian Melsole Menson Michener Midencer Milkner Mirris Mooddovers Mookerns Morger Morpeckween Morphy Mortz Munne Murchwarein Murne Mustand Myerna Naltel Ningrann Nolowatty Nowebead Ochan Odsott Offerroelan Olambs Oward Ownson Pacooker Padan Pageemy Pagestano Parguez Parna Parom Parson Pater Paterrism Patevald Paughts Payer Payon Peatt Pence Pener Peroduff Person Pielight Pinston Polaguz Polpsonnes Pornapp Porrett Porry Porse Poton Powanclerce Powles Prampson Proch Proed Proodgmer Prujilton Pugher Querson Rahns Rales Raley Rammer Ramps Randa Rated Raver Razquer Razquez Reens Rensh Rialvalto Riffy Ringrales Rinnoedin Risona Roackin Robend Romitton Rosboorts Roslest Ruill Rusta Ryalton Saleston Salton Sanklamord Sarill Saughans Savand Savin Sawyend Scharrez Schemye Schen Schor Schritt Sciend Senter Sevelairast Sholton Simmer Simmorra Sivenellon Skintins Sleston Smarred Snimost Spictes Staftaff Stala Stayd Stayon Stind Stioteda Strace Stran Strics Strusoss Suarman Suarricam Suarry Sulker Sutimandeo Taker Takerce Takidshich Thepron Trisey Vaner Varkind Vasequez Vatholmey Vensitt Vington Wales Walet Walkeman Wannoz Warriddlez Watfilmer Weenc Weilber Weism Wenter Werson Whicklanins Whight Whins Whiter Whity Widerse Wiggs Wildercas Wilkimpton Willever Willin Winty Wisen Wooperee Wrewton Wriquerts Wroel Wyaterry Wynet Yattonna Ziers

[mydekuacademia]

Hey HAPPY BIRTHDAY!🎉🎉 I see you wanted requests! Anyway a fluff request where todoroki’s sister (if you want to make it Gn it can just be his sibling) is mutual pinning over bakugou, but he keeps denying it cause he’s rivals with shouto and it’d be fretenizing with the enemy if he gets with them. Fluffy end them getting together🤗💗

Heck yeah! I went with a female reader since i usually do gn. Reader and shouto are in the same class, but i didnt specify if theyre twins or just very close in age. Up to you :)

Warning: mentions of abuse, Shouto being a bit of a butt, cussing cuz bakugou lol

Admitting Defeat

"No."

You glared at your brother, arms crossed over your chest. "Shouto, I-"

"No."

You sighed and shook your head. Stubbornness may run in the family, but that didn't mean you tolerated it.

"Listen, Shou. I won't deny I'm attracted to him, but he doesn't feel the same. You have nothing to worry about. I can't be with someone who isn't attracted to me. So chill," you bit out.

Your brother closed his eyes and sighed. "He obviously is attracted to you as well, (y/n). And I refuse to let my sister date someone like Bakugou."

"Who says you get any say in who I date? You don't run my life!" This was getting ridiculous. You loved your brother to death, but he was overreacting to a non-existent situation.

Shouto gripped your shoulders. "You only like him because you find comfort in the familiarity of his harsh words," he said sharply. "Our father made you think that was love. It isn't. You can do so much better than him, (y/n)."

At the mention of your father, your eyes burned and fogged over with tears. "That's not true, Shouto," you whimpered. "He's not Endeavor. You know that." With a sniffle, you shrugged your brother's hands off of you and took a step back. Guilt marred his expression, but the damage was done. You turned and ran towards the dorms.

---Meanwhile in the common room---

Oh, he was going to lose his shit. They just kept talking to him about stupid shit and wouldn't shut up. He swore to any god out there that if the name Todoroki (Y/n) left any of their mouths one more time, he would blow up the entire building.

"Listen bro, I'm just saying that you two would make a great couple!" Kirishima said with a toothy grin. "Besides, it's clear you like her."

"Tch. How could I possibly like the sister of that icy-hot bastard? She's probably just like him."

Kaminari frowned. "Dude, you know she has her own personality, right? She isn't her brother."

Bakugou scowled deeply at the blonde. "Dumbass, of course I know that."

"Then ask her out! She clearly likes you too!"

Why couldn't these idiots have left him alone to do his homework in peace?

He couldn't deny how pretty he thought she was. And the way she used her quirk was elegant and dangerous at the same time, much like the subzero ice it produced. And she was always able to ground him through his anger unlike anyone else. And he loves hearing her talk. And-

"No."

And she was the sister of his rival. Conceding to his attraction to her would be like admitting defeat, and Bakugou never admits defeat. Not even for (y/n).

Kirishima and Kaminari groaned and threw their heads back in exasperation. Right as Kaminari openes his mouth to complain, the door to the building swung open, and in stormed a very distraught, red-eyed (y/n).

Resilience be damned, Bakugou jumped up and rushed to your side, placing a warm hand on your upper arm. "What happened?"

You could only shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut, lest any stray tears escape. Before Bakugou could think about how he'd literally just said he wanted nothing to do with you, he tugged you into a hug. One arm wrapped around your waist, and his other hand rested on the back of your head, pressing your face into his shoulder. Your fingers curled into his shirt on his back, and you hung on tightly.

"What happened?" he asked again, speaking lowly right next to your ear.

You sniffled. "He- he brought up our father, and..." You couldn't continue. It wasn't so much that bad memories were getting to you, rather that you were livid at the implication that your friend and crush could possibly as bad as him. You were angry on Bakugou's behalf, and at your brother's lack of trust in your judgement.

Of course, Bakugou knew some of your family's tumultuous history due to overhearing Shouto's conversation with Midoriya, so he understood that your father was a touchy subject. He grumbled at hearing that someone dared mention your father to you and hugged you tighter. Feeling uncharacteristically kind, he hugged you tighter and ran a hand through your hair. Oh, he was going to kill whoever did this to you. He just had to find out who it was first.

As it turned out, he didn't have to look far. Right at that moment, the door slammed open yet again, revealing a frantic-looking Shouto.

"(Y/n)!"

You curled further into Bakugou at the sound of your brother's voice. Ah, so that bastard was the culprit. Bakugou rotated so you were slightly behind him and glared over his shoulder at your brother.

Shouto's eyes widened considerably, and he backed down. You were clearly in good hands. Maybe he was wrong about the blonde...

Bakugou backed out of the hug and tugged you by the hand to his dorm, where he sat you down at his desk and gave you one of the water bottles he had stashed in his mini fridge. When you calmed down, Bakugou sat on his bed and crossed his arms.

"Tell me what happened."

Yoir face burned, but you knew you owed it to him to tell him how you ended up in this situation. You gulped and looked at your lap before explaining everything. You couldn't bear to look at him, afraid he'd be mad and kick you out of his room.

"Tch. Dumbass icy-hot bastard. I'm nothing like that piece of shit," he grumbled. You nodded in response.

"I know."

"Date me and we'll prove to him that you have good judgement."

Your head shot up, cheeks flaming. "You- what?" you squeaked.

"You heard me." He seemed unshaken, staring you in the eyes. "I like you, and you obviously like me. And this way, we can be happy together and make a fool out of your brother."

You giggled shyly. "I don't know about making a fool out of Shouto, but...okay."

"Good. Now get over here," he demanded, lifting his arm out to his side. You slid off his chair and into his side, cuddling into him.

After a pleasant evening and a difficult conversation with your brother, you couldn't be happier.

[thinking-ghost]

Ansiedad

en mi mente solo veo a las personas mirarme y decir que asco de tipo, se que solo es mi cabeza jugando me trucos y que nadie dice.  Pero les juro que se siente tan real, las miradas de las personas me ponen nervioso tanto así que mi voz es muy baja para hablar con extraños.

odio tener ansiedad y que los demás piensen que solo no me gusta salir y que me da flojera exponer en freten de todos.

[untitled-webcomic]

Don’t freten people guys; not very jazzy

[my-sunny-meadow]

Good Omens Short Story

The “F” Word

At a dining table somewhere in Soho

 I said the “f” word Crowley!”

“Wh- food? Fretenizing? Flaw? F-” the demon guesses. Knowing perfectly well what his Angel means.

“Oh stop it! You know what word I mean!” Aziraphale cuts him off a bit pointy.

“No, I have no idea,” Crowley smiles as he takes a sip of his red wine. “Fish? Frostbite? Fermenting?”

“No!” Aziraphale half wittily shouts. Some people look up, but aren’t too bothered with the pair at the table.

“The “f” word! The word you demons use so- so willy nilly.”

“Willy nil-” Crowley has to hold back laughter. Aziraphale is always so posh. Just the thought of him using the word “fuck” is quite hilarious. Not that he would easily admit that to his Angel.

“please, enlighten me with what word you used and why,” Crowley steals a French fry from Aziraphales plate. He never eats the French fries so Crowley has taken it upon himself to at least eat those.

It seems to make Aziraphale happy.

“I feel like this is going to be a story for the books,” Crowley adds on.

The angel shoots him a look, which Crowley answers with a smirk, “oh come on, you know you love me.”

Aziraphale doesn’t answer. Over the years he’s learned not to always fire back at the demon. And this is precisely the kind of remark Crowley would love to get all smartypants over.

“The right answer would’ve been “yes”,” Crowley murmurs.

“Anyway!” Aziraphale talks over him quickly, in hopes to get Crowley attention back on the topic. “that silly man Shadwell was involved.”

Crowley raises an eyebrow, “excuse me? He was the one to set your shop on fire!? He- he made me think I lost you!?”

Nervously Aziraphale looks around, people do notice something going on right now.

The angel purses his lips together, but nods.

Had Crowley known that knob would, briefly, bring an end to his best friend, he’d never even considered hiring him to find the Antichrist.

Then again, Aziraphale was the one who’d sent him.

“Apparently the man saw me conversing with the- well the higher-ups,” Aziraphale continues his story. Non the wiser about Crowley’s growing anger.

“And thought I was a witch,” the angel giggles. Crowley blinks, his anger seems to have gone the moment his Angel giggled. The sound light as the feathers of his wings.

“A witch! The idiocy,” Aziraphale smiles. “I am Ethereal, he ought to know the difference. He tried to cast out a demon he thought to be inhabiting my body,” Aziraphale can’t hold back laughter now.

“The irony,” he manages to bring out, “the-”

Upon seeing Crowley’s face, the angel regains his posture and clears his throat.    

“I had warned him about the portal, you how that all goes. It still being active and all that,” Aziraphale takes a bite of the salmon on his plate. “I mean- he kept beckoning me backwards and- well,” he sighs.

“And-?” the demon edges on.

“And he beckoned me backward right into that stupid portal.”

“So basically you were being an idiot,” Crowley says, trying to keep his laughter at a bare minimum. Only Aziraphale could manage such a ridiculous thing.

“Fine, I was being an idiot,” Aziraphale agrees with Crowley, “but before I got discorporated I said the “f” word!”

“Yeah I still don’t know what word you are talking about,” the demon keeps teasing.

Aziraphale looks a tad appalled, “you want me to repeat it!”

“What gave it away?” Crowley doesn’t hide his laughter.

The angel folds his arms, “I am not going to say it!”

“Oh come on, just so I can say you said it,” Crowley grins. “Besides, you already said it once, and no one has smitten you so far.”

Aziraphale purses his lips together, none of the higher-ups has smitten him, no. That honour goes to someone far closer.

“I said-” the angel starts.

Crowley looks at him expectantly, “Fu-” he helps.

“Fuck. There, I said it, can we move on to another topic now?”

Crowley takes another sip of his red wine, “I’m proud of you, Angel.” But the only answer he gets back is a snort.

“Oh come on,” Crowley looks at Aziraphale over the edge of his glass, “you know you love me.”

Aziraphale takes a sip of his own red wine, “yes, I know.”

[sigyn-foxyposts]

''Sundry Mythology families!'' Part 5

Hoki and Zumera are the more family related gods in their pantheon and a very well known couple! Zumera was the daughter of winter herself..a cold and distant woman. After being invited to join the gods, she didn't hesitate on starting a new life.

She fell for Hoki and at first she'd asexually reproduce their first two children Freten god of riches and Apheora goddess of familiar love. Together they'd have Lehxi the mother of volcanoes, Hatva of contracts and Phibla of friendship!

But Hoki would go on to mother Arishna and they'd adopt Hanyu as their son.

[noticiassomosponce]

Municipales de SanJuan ocupan municiones, un arma y drogas en residencialpublico

Agentes adscritos a la Unidad de Impacto de la PolicíaMunicipal de San Juan, intervinieron el pasado domingo 20 de febrero de 2022 en el Residencial Jardines de Selles en Rio Piedras.En el lugar ocuparon una Pistola Glock modelo 19 calibre 9mm, un cargador de 9mm, un cargador tipo tambor, 61 municiones calibre 9mm y 7 municiones calibre .40. En el mismo residencial freten al edificio 14 los…

[todopr]

Municipales de San Juan ocupan municiones, un arma y drogas en residencial publico Agentes adscritos a la Unidad de Impacto de la Policía Municipal de San Juan, intervinieron el pasado domingo 20 de febrero de 2022 en el Residencial Jardines de Selles en Rio Piedras. En el lugar ocuparon una Pistola Glock modelo 19 calibre 9mm, un cargador de 9mm, un cargador tipo tambor, 61 municiones calibre 9mm y 7 municiones calibre .40. En el mismo residencial freten al edificio 14 los agentes municipales ocuparon un chaleco aprueba de bala color azul,3 cargadores calibre 9mm, un cargador calibre 9mm tipo tambor, un cargador calibre 40mm, 122 municiones calibre .9mm, 150 cápsulas de aparente crack, 92 bolsitas de aparente marihuana y 93 Envases cilíndrico de aparente marihuana. La intervención fue supervisada por el sargento Torres y la capitán Muñiz. https://www.instagram.com/p/CaSvrYYl4cJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[lingumaniac]

“Rotkäppchen” op Platt

(Naföölt na de Eerstuutgaav vun 1812 vun de “Brüder Grimm”.)

Roodkäppken

Daar weer ins een lütte, söte Deern, de harr elkeen leev, de eer bloots ankeek, op’t allerleevst aver eer Grootmoder, de wuss gaar nich, wat se dat Kind allens geven schull. Eenmaal schenk se eer een Käppken vun roden Samt, un wieldat eer dat so good stünn un se nix anners dregen wull, heet se man bloots dat Roodkäppken. Daar see ins eer Moder to eer: “Kumm, Roodkäppken. Daar hest du een Stücken Koken un een Buddel mit Wien, de bring na de Grootmoder ruut, se is süük un swaak. Daar warrt se sik an laven; wees bannig aardig un grööt eer vun mi, ga ook orrentlich un loop nich vun’n Padd af, anners fallst du, un maakst dat Glas twei. Denn hett de süke Grootmoder nix.”

Roodkäppken verspreek eer Moder richdig folgsaam to ween. De Grootmoder avers waan buten in’n Woold, een halve Stünn vun’t Dörp. As nu Rootkäppken in’n Woold keem, bemööt eer de Wulf. Roodkäppken avers wüss nich, wat dat för een böös Deert weer un weer nich bang vöör em. “Goden Dag, Roodkäppken.” - “Schönen Dank, Wulf!” - “Wo wullt du so frö hen, Roodkäppken?” - “Na Grootmoder.” - “Wat driggst du ünner de Schört?” - “De Grootmoder is süük un swaak, daar bring ik eer Koken un Wien, güstern hebbt wi backt, daarso schall se sik starken.” - “Roodkäppken, woneem waant dien Grootmoder?” - “Noch een gode Veerdelstünn in’n Woold, ünner de dree groten Ekenbööm, daar steit eer Huus. Ünnen sünd de Nööthecken, dat warrst du je weten.” see Roodkäppken. De Wulf dach bi sik, dat is een goden, fetten Beten för mi. Woans fangst du’t an, dat du den kriegen deist: “Höör to, Roodkäppken.” see he, “Hest du de smucken Blomen nich seen, de in’n Woold staat? Woso kickst du nich maal üm di. Ik glööv, du höörst gaar nich daarop, wat de Vagelkens so leevlich singt, du geist je för di hen, as güngst du in’t Dörp na de School. Dat is so famoos buten in’n Woold.”

Roodkäppken slöög de Ogen op un seeg as de Sünn döör de Bööm braken weer un allens vull smucke Blomen stunn. Daar dach se bi sik: Ei! Wenn ik de Grootmoder een Struuß mitbringen do, de warrt eer ook leev ween. Dat is noch frö, ik kaam doch to de rechte Tied an. Un so sprüng se in’n Woold un söch Blomen. Un wenn se een plückt harr, meent se, daar stünn noch een smuckere un leep daarna un jümmers wieder in’n Woold rin. De Wulf avers güng liekweegs na dat Huus vun de Grootmoder un klopp an de Döör. “Wokeen is daar buten?” - “Dat Roodkäppken, ik bring di Koken un Wien, maak mi apen.” - “Drück man bloots op de Klink”, reep de Grootmoder. “Ik bün to swaak un kann nich opstaan.” De Wulf drück op de Klink, un de Döör sprüng apen. Daar güng he rin, liekto an’t Bedd vun de Grootmoder un slüng eer daal. Denn neem he eer Kleder, trock jem an, seet sik eer Huuv op, leet sik in eer Bedd un trock de Vöörhäng vöör.

Man Roodkäppken weer rümlopen na Blomen, un eerst, as se so veel harr, dat se keen meer dregen kunn, möök se sik op den Weg na de Grootmoder. As se ankeem, stunn de Döör apen. Daaröver weer se verwunnert un as se na de Stuuv rinkeem, seeg allens so snaaksch daar binnen uut, dat se bi sik dach: Ei! Du leve Godd! Wo bang warrt mi vundaag to Mood, un bün anners so geern bi de Grootmoder. Daarop güng se na’t Bedd un trock de Vöörhäng torüch, daar leeg de Grootmoder un harr de Huuv deep in’t Gesicht sett un seeg wunnerlich uut.  “Ei, Grootmoder, wat hest du för grote Oren!” - “Dat ik di beter hören kann.” “Ei, Grootmoder, wat hest du för grote Ogen!” - “Dat ik di beter seen kann.” “Ei, Grootmoder, wat hest du för grote Hann!” - “Dat ik di beter packen kann.” “Man Grootmoder, wat hest för een asig groot Muul!” - “Dat ik di beter freten kann.” Daarmit jump de Wulf uut’t Bedd, sprüng op dat arme Roodkäppken, un slüng eer daal.

As de Wulf den fetten Beten kregen harr, leeg he sik wedder in’t Bedd, sleep in un füng an, överluud to snurken. De Jäger güng even jüst vöörbi un dach, wat kann de ole Fru so snurken, daar müttst eenmaal nakieken. Daar treed he in un as he vöör’t Bedd keem, daar leeg de Wulf, den he al lang söch. De harr wiss de Grootmoder freten, villicht is se noch to redden. Ik will nich scheten, dach de Jäger. Daar neem he de Scheer un sneed em den Buuk op, un as he een paar Sneed dee, daar seeg he dat rode Käppken lüchen, un as he noch een beten sneed, daar sprüng de Deern ruut un reep: “Ach, wat weer ik verjaagt, wat weer’t so düüster in den Wulf sien Liev.” Un denn keem de Grootmoder ook leven ruut. Roodkäppken aver haal grote sware Steen, daarmit füll se den Wulf dat Liev, un as he opwaak, wull he foortspringen, man de Steen weren so swaar, dat he sik doodfüll. 

Daar weren all dree vergnöögt, de Jäger neem den Pelz vun’n Wulf, de Grootmoder eet den Koken un drünk den Wien, den Roodkäppken bröcht harr, un Roodkäppken dach bi sik: Du wullt dien Leevdag nich wedder alleen vun’n Padd af in’n Woold lopen, wenn di de Moder dat verbaden hett.

[444names]

german forenames + norwegian fjords BUT excluding "o"

Adianden Agdalda Agdalk Alden Alherein Alipp Alistange Allen Alterta Altruth Ameidalph Anammarsta Andalsan Anger Anick Annanndred Annelk Anner Ansgarden Anuellen Arbarikarl Arden Ardenza Arield Arina Arlhert Audwiert Aulemalk Aulen Austa Austin Balden Barden Berden Bereidse Bjørndra Bjørutheld Bjøsen Breden Breter Bricherja Brunthan Bundt Bunth Buntz Bøkse Bømla Bømlas Carbas Carden Caried Carta Cassana Chaelf Chellfran Chrie Claurat Dalden Dalen Dalia Dalmijert Dalvesl Davalk Diamel Diast Dichilia Dickstana Dieden Drias Duvest Edmundt Edresla Edriangres Edrid Eilte Einel Ekkert Ekmar Elenick Elganic Elmart Elmuter Emilby Eminger Emira Emmelken Emner Emnert Emnevidt Erden Estalk Eteph Ethand Ewallen Fandren Fangen Feliedria Felmick Ferndraus Finestang Fisen Fistia Frach Frangermic Freten Freth Fretrud Frevin Friann Frianne Frich Frichamed Frichanda Frichriedy Fried Friese Frine Friseph Fristinz Fættelmutz Fætten Ganden Garaurst Garden Garich Gelen Genig Gerines Geritz Germeida Germinna Gerna Gersan Gertrunna Gilbeteman Gisen Gisevetea Gismunth Gradrich Granten Greadrank Greditz Greimelia Greinne Gretch Grich Grichilie Gridt Grier Gristen Guisangan Gulinanna Gulisla Gundalte Gundssina Gundtgund Gunna Günter Günthildan Haele Halhanne Handtgus Hangerja Hanick Hanna Hannøyannd Harden Hardenikat Harianna Harijen Harinz Harlen Harlhel Heden Hedreden Heidalia Heild Heina Heine Heinekmar Heininz Heitz Helia Helin Heline Helipp Hella Hellen Hellmarns Hemin Hemme Herdelille Herin Herja Hermar Hertdald Hertrud Herøyanna Hians Hilik Hilla Himen Himsdald Hjøsell Huben Huber Huberja Hunna Hustianz Hylvia Hylvitz Håsel Håsella Håsta Håstadras Håstrinjen Idden Idssanna Ildalke Imellesl Indreter Inefantz Ingeb Isank Isann Isthein Jacheid Jacquelke Janden Jugna Jugnelhein Jugulrick Jugunna Julramasth Juveta Jøsel Jøseph Kalaus Kalix Karden Kariete Karlheliva Karsunden Kastaden Kasveteid Katheld Kathmard Katriken Katysa Kilberd Kilia Kilieden Klausaf Kuden Kurin Kvega Kvete Kvine Kvinger Kvinzel Kvitsørns Kvitz Kvåstia Landaltram Lanna Laudden Laust Lemich Levelhen Levitz Lielhubea Linat Lippa Lukar Lusabin Lusta Lydin Lydina Lysamalwie Lysana Lysang Lysen Lyssigille Lyssina Magda Magdalvin Magman Mainik Maldse Maliesta Mallas Malphelf Manast Manger Manna Maraus Marbel March Marden Mareath Marin Marmarl Martina Matsøya Matta Maurich Medemmar Melindre Mellen Mersterik Micartinz Micheiden Michen Midlen Milher Miliedy Miltert Miltrick Mindalph Minheinz Mirach Mirana Miraria Mirch Miricheine Mirin Mirke Niana Nichrieth Nichrise Nivarlhan Næranga Nærøya Pelmar Pelte Philmunna Radvernert Raina Ralda Ramard Randa Randart Rangen Rania Ranne Reidseph Retne Riana Riedøya Ruden Runden Runnah Sabinsus Sabrud Sangen Sanger Sanicher Sanna Sindherma Skjel Skjer Skuraina Skurar Snian Sniandrik Snichria Snick Stelle Steph Stian Strainer Strick Sulen Sulrimen Sunden Sundrick Sunne Sunte Sustamne Sversund Svinas Sykkyl Sylvik Syveterieb Søyanger Taden Tiner Tinert Tingen Tjachen Tjanth Tjulric Tjøsel Trangen Trariede Traust Tredmut Trian Truden Tyselte Ulina Ulles Uranne Uretlen Urstinz Urtdalde Uttscaria Valby Valdalten Valsan Valsøya Vangert Varcuster Varden Varta Vatscarste Vegapa Vegar Vegard Velterne Veterhan Vethermarg Vettsch Vichid Vidlen Vænahlesl Weraus Wiebhar Wiethar Wijden Wijen Wilielmutz Wilipp Wilmard Wilmunn Wilyssin Winandanna Winjer Yrkdald Ytrani Ytreten Yvden Ården Økste

[platt-lehren]

De Deren willen Pannkook freten

Dat Peerd maakt Füür in d‘Heerd.

De Zeeg, de röhrt de Deeg.

De Melk daarto kummt van de Koh.

Eiwitt, Eigeel, dat brengen de Höhner mit, mooi vööl.

De Goos sörgt för dat Appelmuus.

De Fisk deckt fell de Disk.

Dat Swien treckt los un haalt de Wien.

Un de Hund slickt sük al um de Mund.

„Man hest du dat sehn?“ „Daar fehlt doch een!“

Ja, de Muus. De Muus!

„Och, de hett woll de Inladen versuust!“

Seggt de Katt.

Un is al satt.

Mörgen aver sall dat denn Pannkook geven!

Rüggsied: Pannkook mag elkeen. Un daarum maken sük ok de Deren an ‘t Wark, en groten Barg Pannkoken to backen. Man irgendwie gifft dat amenn denn doch nix to bieten ...