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Heather / Magenta / Mauve , Ribbon / Patchwork / Opal

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[writerthreads]

SYNONYMS FOR COLOURS

Red (and versions of it): cardinal, coral, crimson, flaming, glowing, maroon, rose, blooming, blush, brick, burgundy, carmine, cerise, cherry, ruby, salmon (requires more detail, ie. "salmon pink"), mahogany (reddish-brown), wine

Orange: tangerine, apricot, coral, amber, rust, salmon, peach, burnt sienna, sunset, blush, turmeric (orangey-yellow), marigold, carrot, marmalade, cantaloupe

Yellow: marigold, sunflower, amber, gold, lemon, canary, mustard, daffodil, saffron, blonde, butter, honey, maize, flaxen, topaz, cream, chartreuse, buttercup, primrose, corn

Green: emerald, olive, jade, lime, mint, forest, sage, moss, grass fern, dark, kelp, seafoam, shamrock, olive, evergreen, lettuce, cyan, turquoise, swamp, apple, honeydew, frog

Blue: aquamarine, aqua, ice, blueberry, Caribbean, teal, navy, azure, sky, cobalt, indigo, sapphire, royal, denim, periwinkle, lapis, electric (+blue), midnight, baby blue, bluebell

Purple: royal, violet, indigo, beet, lavender, hyacinth, plum, magenta, periwinkle, grape, lilac, iris, mauve, amethyst, orchid, fuchsia, heather

White: cotton, cream, almond, pearlish, bleached, ashen, ivory, snow, pearl, milk, chalk, silver, alabaster, marble, cotton, eggshell

Black: ebony, jet, coal, onyx, raven, charcoal, ink, sable, obsidian, midnight, caviar, soot, licorice

[attapullman]

Bob From Pi Kapp | Robert "Bob" Floyd

While this can be enjoyed on it's own, the recommended reading on the syllabus for this class is Bob From Stats before proceeding.

Summary: First he's late to chapter, and now Bob is late to your Stats final. You saved him a seat. But should you also save one for his hobby horse?

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY as always, f!reader, no use of y/n, smuttttttt, goofy frat behavior, the other Daggers do make a brief appearance

A Note From Mo: Happy Start of the School Year! It wouldn't feel quite like autumn without checking in with our favourite frat boy-turned-cowboy and what shenanigans the Pi Kapps are getting up to. Can anyone guess what unforgettable moment in TV history inspired this second part to stats!Bob?

It’s unfair how good he looks laying between your thighs.

Sandy hair disheveled, glasses fogged at the rim. Chest heaving beneath thin cotton, catching his breath after a marathon make out session in your cramped dorm bed. There’s still three sections left in the review material, but Bob’s only now coming up for air as an alarm sounds and he reluctantly sits up.

Your hands reach out trying to pull him back into your embrace. He playfully swats them away, unwillingly having to extricate himself. Your fingers catch in the hem of his shirt, twisting in the fabric.

“I have to go!” He jovially laughs, returning your grabby hand back as he wiggles into his sweatshirt. “I have chapter - a non-negotiable, remember?” 

While you sarcastically cross your arms and hmph at him, he knows you aren’t actually angry. Disappointed, sure, but how could you be mad at those big round blue puppy eyes? Especially after he’s been attached to your lips since he swung by after lecture hours ago. You’ve started having a Pavlovian response every time he asks if you ‘want to study’.

Sitting up, you take your study buddy in, straightening his clothes before having to mad dash to Greek Row. He’s all long limbs and sturdy shoulders, the thick tendons of his fingers showing off the strength that he exhibits every time you get him into bed. That trucker hat is already back on his head and your eyes wander to his freshly shaven jaw and neck.

“Bob, you can’t go to chapter like that.”

He stops in his tracks and his brows crease in confusion, glasses highlighting his cornflower eyes. “It’s not a formal thing, jeans are fine. But I gotta go, there’s a fine if I’m late and I have perfect attendance.”

You shake your head and walk him the three steps over to the wardrobe in your tiny dorm, the full-length mirror on the side barely lit by the florescent bulb. Bob fills out the entire view, the mirror barely tall enough to capture above his torso, but just enough for you to gently hook your fingers into the soft heather collar of his sweatshirt. You don’t even have to tug for him to see the glaring concern.

Mottled along the left side of his neck are three mouth-shaped mauve bruises. They’ve only just begun to bloom, but against his creamy skin they stand out like stop signs. You didn’t think you had been sucking so hard. Or bitten so deep.

“I think they look kind of pretty.” He’s teasing, but you’re mortified.

Bob kisses your heated cheek, gathering his hood around his neck. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll hunch my shoulders and no one will be the wiser.” At this point he’s used to his roommates pointing out the signs of affection you leave on him every week.

You’re still hot from embarrassment twenty minutes later, curled on your little dorm bed reading through your organic chemistry textbook. Though part of that may be from the lingering kiss he gave you before promising to text you after. It’s not your fault he’s perfectly adorable and fuckable - you’re only human. 

Beside you, a small ping interrupts your (distracted) studying. It’s a text from Bob, slightly earlier than planned.

BF: They may have noticed 😬

His Pi Kapp brothers not only noticed the arrangement of love bites along his neck - you were lying to yourself if you thought they were in any way subtle -  and the house of frat boys were now taking turns lining up to get photos with Love Bite Bob for posterity. Plus he was a minute late to chapter. 

You’re still giggling to yourself when you turn off the light for the night. The photo of your boyfriend’s cherry red face matching your indecent markings, a swarm of Pi Kapp sweatshirts and backwards baseball caps in the background, and mischievous grins filling every corner of your dreams.

Students mill past you, filing into the atrium of the lecture hall with a buzz of misery and despair around them. Finals Week. Every backpack in sight is heavy with textbooks and over a dozen weeks worth of notes. Your last neon highlighter died last night from overuse. 

Amongst the throng of students also dreading your Stats final, you have yet to see that vintage trucker hat Bob has been sporting since September. It seems off-brand that he wouldn’t be early, broad back already hunched over in that cramped seat with his calculator and an apprehensive smile. 

The last few weeks of sitting next to each other have been exquisite - elbows bumping in his new desk next to yours, thighs brushing in those impossibly close seats. It’s a part of your routine at this point. Bob still lends you a pencil, but you barely take any notes once the toe of his sneaker runs along your shin and suddenly you two are playing footsie like teenagers.

It’s been a horny remaining nine weeks of Stats. It was lucky that Bob was as studious as he was or you’d have gotten nothing done, stealing kisses between flashcards. Not to mention the glorious hour he spent with his head buried between your thighs while you memorized formulas, swearing he’d only leave your clit alone after you could recite them backwards.

And yet he was missing from your very last class together. The last chance to borrow a pencil and brush elbows for an hour like foreplay. Where was he?

Wanting to get yourself settled, you resign to entering the lecture hall and sitting beside Anna in one of the front rows. She gives you a sympathetic look at your dejected grimace. Your dorm room has been a testament to many a study night as of late, the two of you swapping sticky notes and notes like candy. The hall titters with students chatting as you not-so-subtly keep checking the door for latecomers, the seconds ticking down before those heavy doors shut.

The seat beside you is still empty when the teaching assistant shuts the oak doors, signaling the exam’s start.

Your professor stands at the front of the lecture hall holding a tall stack of booklets and gives a wicked grin. “Who’s ready to see what they actually learned about probability this semester?”

A collective groan sounds out and he sinisterly laughs before starting up the ancient projector. The bustle of pens and paper disappear when the loud thunk of the lecture hall doors slam open, bouncing off the sturdy brick walls and turning every head at the latecomer.

Giggles, snorts, and neighing all blend together as the cavernous lecture hall bustles with noise. Your head whips around to catch the commotion, eyes widening in surprise. 

Five men in auxiliary blue Pi Kapp sweatshirts and their own hobby horses (featuring a rather familiar Appaloosa) come galloping down the stairs, heading straight for the center stage. Standing front and center in beat up cowhide boots, a well-used felt Stetson, and tight jeans is none other than your favorite frat cowboy, blue-eyed Bob from Stats. 

His posse of Greek lettered faux cowboys stand around him, jostling each other’s shoulders and pretending to calm their steeds. Your professor patiently waits behind the pulpit, curious how this will play out with the exam he’s supposed to be proctoring. You’re gripping your seat in confusion and anticipation.

Once the raucous laughter has died down, Pi Kapp President Jake Seresin makes a show of steadying his hobby horse once more while three fellow cowboys spread out across the room, casually milling through the aisles with their wooden horses clanging between their jean-clad knees. Looking more like a lamb at slaughter all by himself, Bob calmly holds his own, knuckles rolling over the handles of his ‘horse’. Jake grins at his Pi Kapp brother before turning to his captive audience.

“Howdy, pard’ners!” The blonde’s voice booms in the cavernous hall. Various greetings yell out from all over the rows, Anna throwing in her own Howdy.

This is crazy. Anna looks at you for answers, but you have none. Whatever is going on, Pi Kappa Phi Ranch has invaded your Stats final. 

Their president makes a show of quieting the room, hand hauntingly on his hip. “So, we’ve been traveling all over this here Wild West looking for something.”

Reuben Fitch, a Pi Kapp brother and one of Bob’s roommates, stands tall at the top of the steps and calls back to him, “And what is that something, Brother Seresin?”

“Glad you asked. We’re looking for a cowgirl.”

The name catches your attention. Your blood runs cold and by default your eyes flash to Bob, hoping to find the answers in those wide, truthful ultramarine eyes. But he continues to stare boldly ahead, letting his brothers put on their show. 

Giddily clomping around with the stick of his black mare clacking on the stairs, Mickey Garcia raucously yells out, “So let’s look for her!”

Suddenly the four men are traipsing around the spacious room pretending to ride their horses, the hundreds of seats no match for their speed as they run up and down aisles, zipping through seats and over student’s knees. 

“Not here!”

“Not here!”

“Not here!”

Heat creeps along your skin as you feel Jake’s right hand man, Javy Machado, lock in on you, the squeak of his sneakers and thwack of his horse against the ground alerting his arrival. Your eyes bore into the side of Bob’s head - spectacles still facing forward - as every classmate watches the frat boy descend. Javy stops only feet from where you’re clutching the edge of your desk.

“This one here looks like she could be a real ol’ cowgirl!” Javy’s horrible Western accent and shit eating grin are begging to be smacked off his face. He turns toward the familiar Stetson and puts both hands around his mouth as he hollers. “Hey Floyd, found a cowgirl for you!”

That sweet face finally turns to you. Adrenaline floods your nervous system as every pair of eyes in the hall watches his boots clack up the stairs and past the seats until he’s standing in the row before yours, craning over the wooden chair with delicately pink cheeks. From this angle, those cerulean eyes are level with yours. And boy, are they nervous.

His voice is wobbly, but the script is practiced. “Howdy, little lady. Hiding in plain sight, weren’t ya?”

You both know you’ve sat in the same spot since that first day he lent you a pencil.

“Didn’t realize you needed an entire fraternity to find your study buddy.” Your hand waves at the four faux cowboys standing at the end of your row, looking entirely too pleased with themselves. Despite the fact that you’re as timid as him under the stares of your fellow students, you can’t help but be a little sassy and theatrical after the production you just witnessed.

That soft grin comes out to play, always amused by your fire. “I do when I have a question for you.”

The smirk on your face wipes clean. A question? There’s a flutter in the air as students turn to each other, anxious to know what quiet little Bob Floyd has been keeping to himself. Even your professor is leant forward on his elbow patches, brow quirked in interest.

You swallow slowly before responding, barely over a whisper, “What do you want to know?”

Time and space stop as he holds your gaze. So soft and affectionate, as if you are the stars in his night sky. The same hazy look he gave you in that hall closet weeks ago that made you unable to ever look back. He licks his lips, warm hand sliding over yours on the peeling wooden desktop. His eyes are so impossibly open. 

“Will you do the honor of being my date to the Pi Kappa Phi spring formal, cowgirl?”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Relief tingles through your extremities as your brain starts up again. The pounding of your heart backs up your smart response.

“Only if you let me borrow your boots for dancing.”

Your response settles, then suddenly all around you there’s whoops and hollers. To your left, four hobby horses are whipped into the air and twirled like batons. Mickey yells out, “Yeehaw!”

And yet all you can focus on is the wide grin that’s stretched out Bob’s face, his lean body still bent over the row before yours. You know the same smile is etched on your own jaw as your fingers intertwine. He’s so utterly ridiculous and self-assured. The perfect pairing of endearing. You can’t get enough.

You really wish everyone wasn’t watching so you could kiss him.

“Alright, alright, settle down. We do have a final to get to, if Mr. Floyd would like to take his seat.”

Handing off his trusty steed to his cowboy brothers, Bob takes the hint and makes his way around the row toward you, long legs effortlessly vaulting the nailed-in desks. He stops at the knobby wooden seat next to you and gestures, as if to ask Is this free? The corners of your mouth can’t help but upturn once more as you nod, letting your handsome Bob from Pi Kapp slip into the seat and knock his knee against yours.

You lean in, letting your lips brush against the lobe of his ear. “Not that I wasn’t entertained, but what was all that?”

He shoots you the most blinding grin, the sides of his drowningly blue eyes crinkling behind perfectly straight wire frames.

“My punishment for being late to chapter - they got to choose how I asked you to spring formal.”

Your jaw slackens as your eyes trail over to where his brethren are slinking out the heavy hall doors with their wooden steeds over their shoulders. Those cruel bastards. Your hand reaches out to stroke Bob’s still pinkened cheeks, fingers resting along his jaw to imitate soothing his wounded ego.

“One last yeehaw for Cowboy Bob for the semester, huh?” He guffaws out a laugh and kisses your cheek. 

The stack of little blue booklets makes their way over again and Bob grabs one before passing your way. His eyes are glued to you, unable to stop his affectionate attention after putting himself out on the line like that. You open your mouth to say something, but stop when the significance of it hits you. It’s the last time. 

The words form out of muscle memory. “Can I borrow a pencil?”

The air between you is sickeningly sweet as he reaches down and grabs two from his bag, handing you the sharper point. You give him a gooey smile as your fingers brush. Test nerves and bittersweet affection trickle down your spine. Who would have thought your hardest class all semester would bring such joy?

For the next ninety minutes your eyes stay strictly on your own booklet, but you can’t help but feel the radiant energy off the guy in a cowboy hat and fraternity sweatshirt and his knee that somehow keeps knocking yours.

“Slow down, cowgirl! I need a minute to recover,” Bob breathily begs from beneath you, where you’re still grinding your hips into his, one arm braced on his chest and the other against your peeling dorm wall. That damn cowboy hat is somewhere on the floor and his skin has evolved into an exerted red from the two orgasms he’s already stolen from you. 

You playfully roll your eyes and mutter something about bucking broncos before stilling, still so full of him. You delicately press a kiss to his sweaty cheek, your bare chest against his, timpani heartbeats synchronized. 

“While I have you,” you start, and he booms out a laugh, his cock still nestled tightly inside you. “How were you going to ask me to spring formal before?”

He’s so cute when he plays dumb. “Before what?”

“Before the guys made you publicly humiliate yourself to the point you can never take a Stats class again.”

Bob presses his lips together, warm hand smoothing over your hips as he weighs his response. Which is hard when you smell like sex and sweat and that fragrance he can’t quite identify the undertones of but has him dizzy. It’s a miracle he can pull himself away from you sometimes.

“You can’t just be happy knowing that I can never show my face in that building again?”

You reach down to the floor and pick up the worn Stetson, plopping it on your own head. You give him a stern look, stabbing your finger into his chest. He has a hard time being intimidated when his vision is centered on your breasts pressed together so deliciously. “Tell me or I’m sending you to cowboy jail.”

He raises his neck and pecks the tops of your breasts, just how he knows you like. With a joking frown, you grab him by the nape of his neck and stare him down. 

“Fine, fine,” Bob laughs deep from his chest. He looks so joyous, the whiff of sex and amorousness coloring him so beautifully. “If you really want to know.”

As you settle in to listen, the reality is that it doesn’t really matter his original plan. It’s that he even wants to go with you, that he’s just as far gone as you’ve been the last fifteen weeks. That one silly pencil would start something worth delaying a Stats final fifteen minutes and continue to another semester.

You just hope one day he’ll get you your own hobby horse.

Massive shoutout to all the Internet besties who keep the stats!Bob brainrot fresh - wouldn't get anything done without all you amazing peeps!

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[maraariana01]

NEW GENES GO HARD!!!!

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[haowrld]

THE SHADES OF LOVE (THE MASTERLIST)

WELCOME to the masterlist of SVT AS COLORS ! each story is going to be different as the members are representing colors that i have picked for them.

stories will come in pretty slow as i’m not gonna write this in chronological order, hope you guys enjoy 🩵

NOTES : seventeen x gn!reader, fluff, angst, first loves, confessions (more tba)

WARNINGS : warnings will be added in each story!

CHECK OUT THE MAIN MASTERLIST

SOME PINK FOR THE SOUL — LEE CHAN

COLOR : BABY PINK

SYNOPSIS : it’s hard not to notice the bubbly lee chan ; always bothering you with random questions and sitting next to you even when you try to ignore him (it’s quite difficult…). it makes you wonder, what’s his deal?

NOTES : lee chan x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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WITH LOVE, VERN :) — CHWE HANSOL

COLOR : BEIGE WHITE

SYNOPSIS : a beige sticky note was found on your locker, asking you to find treasure for him. (tba)

NOTES : chwe hansol x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

SOUR HOURS — BOO SEUNGKWAN

COLOR : SUNSET ORANGE

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : boo seungkwan x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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BENEATH YOUR GAZE — XU MINGHAO

COLOR : METALLIC GRAY

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : xu minghao x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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MODELS AND ROSES — KIM MINGYU

COLOR : ROSE RED

SYNOPSIS : as a photographer, you don’t find yourself getting close with your clients. until your boss gives you a new client to work with. kim mingyu, your highschool sweetheart.

NOTES : kim mingyu x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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SOMEONE NAMED ‘YOU’ — LEE SEOKMIN

COLOR : AMBER GOLD

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : lee seokmin x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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DREAMING_LONGING.MP3 — LEE JIHOON

COLOR : HEATHER INDIGO

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : lee jihoon x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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EYES LIKE TWILIGHT — JEON WONWOO

COLOR : MAUVE PURPLE

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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FLORIST BOY — KWON SOONYOUNG

COLOR : SUNSHINE YELLOW

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : kwon soonyoung x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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LOVE IS REAL FAKE SOMETHING— WEN JUNHUI

COLOR : MOCHA BROWN

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : wen junhui x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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IN THE MIDST OF A RAINFALL — JOSHUA HONG

COLOR : SKY BLUE

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : joshua hong x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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FOREVER IS YOURS — YOON JEONGHAN

COLOR : FERN GREEN

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : yoon jeonghan x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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TO THE ONE I CHERISHED — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

COLOR : CHARCOAL BLACK

SYNOPSIS : TBA

NOTES : choi seungcheol x gn!reader

WORD COUNT : TBA

WARNINGS : TBA

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NATURE ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ abelia. acacius. aciano. aini. alder. alfie. almus. amaryllis. ame. antonio. archer. arthur. ashe. ashley. aspen. asper. aster. aveline. aviv. azalea. basil. belle. benedict. berry. bloom. blossom. bluebell. brook. calix. calla. carli. carline. carly. carolina. carrillo. cassia. cassiopeia. cedar. cherie. chun. cider. cira. cirrus. clover. coral. cordelia. crescent. cynthia. cypress. cyrus. dahlia. daisy. daphne. douglas. dune. echo. eilir. elara. elm. elowen. elyana. enon. erica. ester. everest. everett. evergreen. ewan. fauna. fern. finn. finnley. fleur. floor. flora. florian. florise. flower. flynn. forest. forrest. glen. gracie. gunner. haru. haruhime. haruki. hawthorne. heather. hemlock. honey. hyacinth. ianthe. indigo. ione. ipomea. iris. ivy. jaskier. jasmine. jasper. juniper. kalina. kallie. karolina. karoun. kath. kelda. ken. kingsley. lake. lavae. lavender. leilani. lennox. lente. lief. lilac. lily. linnea. lotus. lucinda. lucky. lucy. maayan. madeline. maggie. magnolia. maple. maren. mari. marian. marigold. mars. mary. maud. mauve. meadow. miles. momo. moss. mossie. mossy. moxie. muna. narcisow. nimbus. noi. oak. oasis. oleander. oybahor. pandora. pearl. pebble. pege. petal. plum. poppy. pınar. quanlian. quill. river. rosa. rosalie. rosalind. rose. roswell. rue. rune. saem. sage. sakura. san. sky. sol. star. story. strider. striker. summit. sunny. sylvia. sylvie. tasnim. terra. thistle. thorn. thorne. tree. udaberri. vasanta. verna. violet. waipuna. wells. westley. willow. wisteria. wisty. wren. yuki. zephyr. ziedonis. zinnia.

PRONOUNS ⌇ amaranth/amaranth. aster/aster. bee/bee. bee/bees. bless/blessed. bloom/bloom. bloss/bloss. bloss/blossomself. bud/bud. camell/camell. camellia/camellia. carnati/carnation. chirp/chirp. ci/cir. cloud/cloud. colum/columbine. columbine/columbine. comfort/comfort. dais/daisy. dawn/dusk. dew/dew. dog/dogwood. dog/wood. ey/em. fe/fer. fer/fern. fern/fern. field/field. fir/fir. fleur/fleur. flor/flor. flor/flora. floral/floral. flori/florid. flow/flower. flower/flower. freesi/freesia. fruit/fruit. fuch/fuchsia. garden/garden. grass/grass. green/green. grow/growth. hawth/hawthorn. hawth/thorn. hi/hits. hib/hibiscus. honey/honey. hy/hys. hya/hyacinth. hyacin/hyacinth. h✦/h✦m. ir/iris. jas/jasmine. jessa/jessamine. jour/ney. laven/lavender. le/leaf. leaf/leaf. leaf/leave. lil/lily. lotu/lotus. lu/luna. mag/magnolia. mar/mar. matcha/matcha. misel/mistletoe. mo/moth. morning/morning. moss/moss. mossy/mossy. narc/narcir. narcissus/narcissus. nature/nature. orch/orchid. pe/peony. peace/peace. peak/peak. per/peri. peri/periwinkle. petal/petal. pi/pix. picnic/picnic. plum/plum. pollen/pollen. pop/poppy. prick/prick. pur/purple. qu/quest. rain/rain. rhod/rhode. ros/rose. rose/rose. sa/sap. sage/sage. sakura/sakura. scent/scent. se/ser. shine/shine. shroom/shroom. sh✦/h✦r. si/strike. smile/smile. soft/soft. sol/solar. spikes/spike. spring/spring. sprout/sprout. star/star. stem/stem. sun/sun. sun/sunrise. sun/sunset. syr/syringa. tea/party. tea/tea. thist/thistle. thorn/thorn. th✦y/th✦m. tul/tulip. vi/vier. vi/viol. wi/wild. win/winkle. wind/wind. wister/wisteria. yucca/yucca. zinni/zinnia. ☀️ . 🌱 . 🌳 . 🌷 . 🌿 . 🍎 . 🍏 . 🍵 . 🐝 . 🐞 . 💐 . 💐.🌷 . 🕷️ . 🦋 . 🦟 .

[dreamingkatie]

Bass Hall, Ft. Worth

The pain is excruciating. Anne takes a shallow breath, her eyes roving over the wide imperial staircase twenty feet ahead. Martin stands at the first landing with the Donaldson family, laughing against the tapestried backdrop. He glances at her and nods tightly. 

She makes her way carefully, stepping between huddled couples and groups of young men drinking too quickly. The bannister is thick, curved and oiled, and she likes how it feels under her hand. She grasps it and trains her eyes to Martin. 

“Here she comes,” he says, smiling. The group stops talking and looks at her, nodding hellos.

Her toes ache, crumpled in black heels a half a size too small. She teeters, and prays it was unnoticeable. 

Martin descends a few steps and takes her arm. 

“Remember, darling, as charming as ever,” he says. “Smile.”

Anne knows there’s something too stiff, too careful in her walk. She swallows against the pain and grips his arm. Two more steps. They exchange pleasantries with the Donaldsons and she fights disassociation. There, a guéridon table. There, a mission chandelier. There, French Rococo armchairs. 

“Anne?” Mrs. Donaldson waves her mauve-tipped fingers in front of her face. “Are you ok, dear?”

Martin squeezes her arm.

“Yes,” Anne says. “I’m sorry. Just getting a blister.”

Mrs. Donaldson nods and gestures to her feet. “These are killing me. Let’s find our table and send the men for a drink.”

The group moves along the brightly lit hallway to a high-ceilinged room. The orchestra plays on a raised platform. The bar is crowded. Almost every table is full. The sheer noise startles her. Competing voices and too-loud laughter and lively music. Martin stops and mingles with various groups, talking about the weather, the markets, the opera they’ve just left. The Donaldsons are already at the table, and Anne is sure Mrs. Donaldson has slipped off her shoes under the table and has sent her little husband off for a glass of something. 

They’re hailed by a short, dark haired man at the end of the bar. Anne strains to see him better. Christian Hensely. Oh, and his wife. Stephanie or Jennifer or –

“Martin! It’s been too long,” Christian says. The men shake hands.

“It’s good to see you,” Martin says and he turns to the woman. “Heather, hello.” He kisses her cheek and she smiles, squeezing his shoulders.

“Hello, Anne,” Christian turns to her. “It’s nice to see you. How are you feeling?”

“Good, thank you, Mr. Hensely,” Anne replies. “Hello, Mrs. Hensely.”

The older woman smiles at her. “You look wonderful tonight, Anne. Doesn’t she, Christian?” 

He watches her closely. “She does.”

“Thank you,” Anne says.

“Should we find our seats?” Martin leads the way through the maze of chairs and bodies. 

Mrs. Hensely takes Anne’s hand and they follow the men.

“Is she wearing it?” Christian asks Martin quietly.

Martin nods. The two couples take seats around the large round table and Martin introduces everyone to the Donaldsons. He motions to the server.

���Who’s wearing what?” Mrs. Donaldson asks. 

Anne stares at the tablecloth. Martin takes her hand and squeezes.

“Anne wears a special bra that I designed for her, hm, maybe a year ago,” Martin says and glances at his wife. “It’s fitted just for her, very snug, and the interior is studded with steel spikes.”

Mrs. Donaldson takes a sharp breath. “Oh, my.”

“Isn’t it marvelous?” Mr. Hensely’s eyes shine. He turns to Anne. “It must be torture. Anne, are you suffering terribly?”

Anne looks up at him. “Yes, I am.”

Mr. Hensely glances around the table and settles back on Martin. “And then this one, absolute devil, he brings her to the opera and to the parties and has her socialize…”

“That’s delightful,” Mr. Donaldson says. “What a thing, Martin.”

“Doesn’t she bleed?” Mrs. Donaldson asks.

“Not much,” Martin says. He pauses while the table orders drinks. He kisses Anne on her cheek and takes care to press against her breasts. “In any case, the bra is thick. What she really hates are the clamps on her nipples. Don’t you, dear?”

“Yes,” Anne whispers.

“We have to find a quiet corner every forty-five minutes or so,” Martin goes on, “to remove the clamps for a bit, let the blood flow. I think taking them off is the most painful.”

“My God,” Mrs. Donaldson says, shivering. “I just love it. But how can she stand it?”

“She has to.”

The woman leans forward in her chair. She lowers her voice. “Do you like it? Even a little bit?”

“No, I don’t,” says Anne.

“What would be the point if she did?” Martin says. He takes a long drink. “Christian, why don’t you take her for a dance. Careful, her shoes are a little small and she keeps tripping–hold her tightly.”

Mr. Hensely stands, eager. “Anne?” He extends his hand. 

“Alright,” she says. She rises to meet him and he leads her to the floor. 

“You do look beautiful,” he says. He pulls her tightly against him. Anne tries, gently, to maintain a space between their bodies but he keeps a strong arm around her waist. 

“Painful?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he says. “It's good to see you suffer. Oh – no, keep your eyes on me, please.”

A few more slow steps and Christian slides his arm a couple inches higher, pulling her harder against him, her breasts pressed into the front of his tuxedo jacket. Sweat breaks out on her forehead. 

“Easy, please,” she says. “People will see…”

“No, it’s fine, Anne. They’ll see a couple dancing. They’d never think of anything else.”

He pulls her tight, eases up, pulls her tight again. She makes a high whining sound and he smiles into her hair. 

“That really hurts doesn’t it? Of course it does, poor thing. You’re trembling. Careful, your husband is watching and you’re squirming. Let’s move over here to the side…”

He dances her to an open spot in the corner. Anne’s face stays impassive but she whimpers softly and writhes against him.

“Please let me go,” she says.

“No, Anne. Keep dancing. Keep hurting. Do you remember last month at the lake house and Martin had you try on your new bra for us?”

“Mhm.”

Christian laughs. “He had you lie on your stomach almost all day, just hurting and being fucked and rubbing against the floor. God – wasn’t that a perfect weekend? Anne?”

“Yes, Mr. Hensley,” she whispers.

“I’ll bet Mr. Donaldson will want to dance next. Or maybe take a walk in the garden.” He slides a hand between their bodies to finger the clamps on her nipples. She shakes.

“It’s agony, isn’t it? I could come right here. Do you want that?”

She shakes her head no.

“I want to hold you a little tighter but I’m afraid you’ll scream,” he whispers. 

The song fades away and a new one begins. Couples pull apart, adjust to the new tempo.

“Ah,” he sounds disappointed. “Maybe we’ll have time for another dance in a bit. Come on, Martin looks impatient.”

[bunnywip]

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎

— PURPLE

Mauve.

Violet.

Lilac.

Magenta.

Plum.

Royal.

Lavender.

Grape.

Periwinkle.

Sangria.

Jam.

Heather.

Noble.

Berry.

Mulberry.

Orchid.

Amethyst.

Wine.

— BLUE

Navy.

Sky.

Turquoise.

Indigo.

Slate.

Deep.

Prussian.

Teal.

Ocean.

Peacock.

Cyan.

Azure.

Artic.

Sapphire.

Diamond.

Royal.

Ultramarine.

Aqua.

— GREEN

Pistachio.

Juniper.

Grass.

Parakeet.

Leaf.

Pine.

Basil.

Herb.

Lime.

Sage.

Chartreuse.

Fern.

Olive.

Emerald.

Shamrock.

Seafoam.

Moss.

Pear.

Mint.

— YELLOW

Canary.

Gold.

Daffodil.

Seed.

Lemon.

Butter.

Yolk.

Mustard.

Corn.

Bumblebee.

Sunny.

Honey.

Amber.

Blonde.

Banana.

Medallion.

Dandelion.

Platinum.

Buttscotch.

Dandelion.

Sunflower.

Saffron.

Dijon.

Fire.

— ORANGE

Yam.

Marigold.

Rust.

Clay.

Spiced.

Tiger.

Ginger.

Sandstone.

Apricot.

Carrot.

Amber.

Bronze.

Honey.

— PINK

Blush.

Coral.

Rosewood.

Lemonade.

Marshmallow.

Hot.

Magenta.

Bubblegum.

Fuchsia.

Rose.

Salmon.

Roseate.

Glowing.

Reddened.

Sanguine.

Peach.

Strawberry.

Punch.

Watermelon.

Flamingo.

Berry.

Rouge.

— WHITE

Milky.

Alabaster.

Pearly.

Cotton

Chiffon.

Egg-shell.

Bridal.

Snowy.

Bright.

Porcelain.

Chalky.

Creamy.

Ivory.

Empty.

Frosted.

Pale.

Lace.

Salt.

Coconut.

Silvery.

Tooth.

Daisy.

Porcelain.

Achromatic.

Delicate.

Fresh.

Bone.

Innocent.

— BLACK

Ebony.

Sable.

Crow.

Charcoal.

Grease.

Raven.

Midnight.

Pitch.

Dusky.

Inky.

Solemn.

Onyx.

Soot.

Jet.

Leather.

Obsidian.

Murky.

Cloudy.

— RED

Cherry.

Jam.

Sanguine.

Apple.

Rose.

Ruby.

Burgundy.

Maroon.

Crimson.

Merlot.

Scarlet.

Wine.

Brick.

Berry.

Blood.

Sangria.

Candy.

Blush.

Evil.

Imperial.

Ferrari.

Raspberry.

Carmine.

Chilli.

[queersrus]

light purple theme

[light purple theme]

for @seraphim-coinz 's event, prompt four !

partnered with our other blogs @dollilian, @objectumluv, @systiveboxes, @skelatomy

(nick) names:

amethyst, affair lilac, lavender, light heather, heliotrope

iris mauve, mallow orchid

periwinkle, plum, pearly, pomp, powder, pale, pastel, phlox, purpureus royal

thistle, taupe violet wisteria

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ai/ame/amethy/amethystine/amethystself li/lile/lily/lilacine/lilacself li/lave/lavendy/lavenderine/lavenderself li/lighe/lighty/lightine/lightself i/ire/irisy/irisine/iriself mi/mauve/mauvy/mauvine/mauveself oi/ore/orchy/orchidine/orchidself pi/pere/pery/periwinkline/periwinkleself pi/ple/plumy/plumine/plumself pi/pale/paley/paline/paleself pi/paste/pasty/pasteline/pastelself pi/purpe/purply/purpline/purpleself vi/viole/violety/violetine/violetself wi/wiste/wistery/wisterine/wisteriaself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

ao/amethyr/amethysters/amethyrself lo/lilacer/lilacers/lilacerself lo/lavender/lavenders/lavenderself lo/lighter/lighters/lighterself mo/mauver/mauvers/mauverself o/orchider/orchiders/orchiderself po/per/periwinklers/periwinklerself plo/plumer/plumers/plumerself po/paler/palers/palerself po/pasteler/pastelers/pastelerself po/pur/purpliers/purplerself vo/violeter/violeters/violeterself wo/wister/wisteriars/wisterself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

am/ethyst, ame/thyst, ame/amethyst, amethyst/amethysts, amethyst/purple li/lac, lil/ac, lila/lilac, lilac/lilacs, lilac/purple, lav/ender, lav/lavender, laven/der, lavender/purple, li/light, li/ght, lig/ht, light/lights, light/purple mau/ve, mau/mauve, mauve/mauves, mauve/purple or/chid, orch/id, or/orchid, orchid/orchids, orchid/purple peri/winkle, peri/periwinkle, periwin/kle, periwinkle/periwinkles, periwinkle/purple, plu/plum, plu/m, plu/um, plum/plums, plum/purple, pa/pale, pa/le, pa/ale, pale/pales, pale/purple, past/el, pas/tel, pas/pastel, pastel/pastels, pastel/purple, pu/purple, pur/ple, pur/purple, purple/purples vio/let, vi/olet, vio/violet, violet/violets, violet purple wis/teria, wist/eria, wister/ia, wist/wisteria, wisteria/wisterias, wisteria/purple

titles:

the gaurd of light purple, the deity/ruler of light purple, the light purple being

*one who adores all things light purple, one who dresses only in light purple, one who is made of light purple/purple light.

*one can be replaced by any prn

[keh-arts]

16 | Bell Heather (mauve) (October drawings) Got a bit carried away with this one :)

[noh07]

updated list of mixed name ideas (nov 5, 2024)

in this list, there's any type of names (mostly for english-speaking people though): typical first names, noun names, mythology names, etc.

i sorted them into three categories: androgynous, feminine and masculine.

if you have more ideas of names for trans folks, writers, etc, just lemme know! (Can also be not-so-cool names for the writers, we need them for the asshole side characters :3)

i will update the list every time I have a lot of new name suggestions. you can always find the newest list under the tag #updated name list on my profile, which is currently this one.

(alphabetical list with 712 mixed names under the cut)

--- androgynous ---

Addie/Eddie

Aki

Alex

Alexis

Alli/Allie/Ally

Am/Em

Amethyst

Ares

Ari

Artemis

Ash

Asher

Aster

Azure

Basil

Beluga

Bennie/Benny

Bermuda

Bev

Beverly

Billie

Blair/Blaire

Calypso

Caramel

Cat

Cave

Celeste

Charlie

Chrissy

Coco

Crimson

Crow

Diamond

Edie

Eli

Ellori/Ellory

Emerald

Emerson

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Evie

Finn

Forest/Forrest

Frances/Francis

Garnet

Gem

Goldie

Gray/Grey

Hayden

Hunter

Indigo

Jackie/Jacky

Jade

Jamie

Jess

Jessie

Jupiter

Lark

Lenny

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Lou

Louie

Mag

Maggot

Mars

Mauve

Max

Meadow

Mercury

Mika

Miko

Mizu

Moss

Neptune

Noah

Nori

Nyx

Ollie

Onyx

Opal

Paris

Quinn

Rafa

Rain/Raine

Raven

Reg

Remi

Remu

Robin

Rocky

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Sage

Saturn

Shilo/Shiloh

Silver/Sylver

Sky/Skye

Snow

Val

Venus

Vin

Vinny/Vinnie

Wilson

Wither

--- feminine ---

Abby

Abigail

Adelaide

Adeline

Agatha

Aileen/Eileen

Aimee/Amy

Alana

Alena

Alessia

Alexa

Alexia

Alexandra

Alice

Alissa

Alli/Allie/Ally

Alura

Amalia

Amber

Amelia

Amelie

Amethyst

Amity

Andromeda

Anela

Angela

Angelina

Angeline

Angie

Anika/Annika

Anisa

Anita

Anna

Ann/Anne

Annie

Anastasia

Andrea/Andreea

Antheia

Arabella

Artemis

Ashley

Astra

Atlanta

Audrey

Aurora

Autumn

Azura

Bailey

Becky

Bella

Belle

Beluga

Bettie/Betty

Beverly

Billie

Brenda

Brie

Calypso

Candace/Candice

Caramel

Carla/Karla

Carmen

Carol

Carolina

Caroline

Catherine

Celeste

Celestia

Celina/Selena/Selina

Celine/Selene/Seline

Charlotte

Christina/Kristina

Christine/Kristine

Claire

Clara/Clarah

Chloe/Chloé/Cloe

Cindy

Cissy

Cora/Corah

Dana

Daniela/Daniella

Danielle

Dalia/Daliah

Daria

Darla

Debbie

Debora/Deborah

Delilah

Diamond

Diana

Dianne

Dora/Dorah

Dorothy

Eburia

Eclipse

Eda

Elena

Eleanor/Elenor

Elisa/Eliza

Elise

Elizabeth

Ella

Ember

Emerson

Emery

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Emilia

Emilie/Emily

Emma

Esme

Esmeralda

Euphemia

Euphoria

Eva

Evie

Evelyn

Felicia

Fenya

Finya

Fia

Fiona

Francisca/Franziska

Freya

Fuchsia

Gaia

Georgia

Gina

Ginny/Jeanie

Hanna/Hannah

Harmony

Hazel

Heather

Hecate

Helena

Helene

Hera

Hestia

Holly

Hope

Iana

Irena

Irene

Iris

Isa

Isabel/Isabelle

Isabela/Isabella

Ivonne/Yvonne

Ivory

Ivy

Izzy

Jade

Janice

Jasmin/Jasmine

Jenna

Jennifer

Jenny

Joelle

Joelina

Jolene

Julia

Julianne

Julie

Juliet/Juliette

Juniper

Kaia/Kaya

Katarina/Katharina

Kathy/Katy

Kelly

Kira

Lana

Lara/Larah

Laura

Lauren

Laurel

Lavender

Lena

Leia/Leya

Levina

Levinia

Lia

Liana

Liara

Lilac

Lili/Lilli/Lilly/Lily

Lilian/Lilien

Lilith

Lisa

Liv

Livi

Livia

Liz

Lizzie/Lizzy

Loanne

Lola

Lorelei

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louisa/Luisa

Louise/Luise

Luce/Luz

Lucy

Luna

Lydia

Maggie/Meggie

Meg

Madeline

Maira/Myra

Mara/Marah

Margaret

Marge

Marla

Marlene

Maria/Mariah

Marie/Mary

Marina

Mauve

Melanie

Melissa

Mellie/Melly

Meryem

Mia

Michelle

Milly

Mina

Minerva

Minnie

Miriam

Mona

Monica

Naira/Nyra

Nancy

Natalia

Natalie

Natasha

Nellie/Nelly

Nessie

Nina

Noelle

Nora/Norah

Nori

Nyx

Oliv/Olive

Olivia

Ollie

Paris

Pascale

Patricia

Paula

Peggy

Penelope/Pinelopy

Penny

Petunia

Philippa

Pia

Pippa

Polly

Poppy

Queenie

Ramona

Rania

Rebecka

Regina

Robin

Rose

Roxana

Roxanne

Ruby

Safira/Saphira

Sandra

Sara/Sarah

Sari

Serena

Silvia/Sylvia

Sofia/Sophia

Sofie/Sophie

Stella

Stephanie/Stephany

Tara/Tarah

Tatiana/Tatyana

Tess

Tessa

Tia

Tiana

Tina

Valerie/Valery

Vanessa

Vela

Venus

Vera

Veronica

Victoria

Viola

Violet/Violette

Viona

Vivian

Viviana

Willow

Xandria

Xenia

Yana

Yasmin/Yasmine

Zehra

Zoe/Zoé/Zoey

--- masculine ---

Achilles

Aiden

Aion

Alex

Alexander

Amon

Angelo

Angelino

Anthony

Anton

Arcturus

Ares

Asher

Audrey

Ben

Benjamin

Bennie/Benny

Benson

Bill

Billie/Billy

Bob

Bobby

Brendan/Brendon

Brian

Bruno

Calvin

Carl/Karl

Chad

Charles

Charlie

Chase

Chester

Chris

Chrissy

Christopher

Conan

Damian

Dan

Daniel

Dave

David

Davon/Devon

Dionysos

Don

Donald

Dorian

Dylan

Elia/Elijah

Elio

Eliot/Elliot/Elliott

Emerson

Emilio

Erion

Evan

Felix

Fred

Freddie/Freddy

Gian/Jan

Gus

Hannibal

Harald/Harold/Herald/Herold

Harry

Hendrick/Henrick

Henry

Hunter

Ian

Icarus

Jace

Jade

Jack

Jackie/Jacky

Jaden/Jayden

James

Jamie

Jasper

Jay

Jeremy

Jerry

Jimmy

Joe

Joel

Joey

John

Johnny

Jona/Jonah

Jonas

Jones

Julian/Julien

Julius

Jupiter

Justin

Kevin

Lance

Larry

Laurence/Lawrence

Lee

Lenny

Leo

Linus

Logan

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louis/Luis

Louie

Lucc/Luke

Lucas/Lukas

Luigi

Marc

Marco

Mario

Mars

Max

Mercury

Michael

Mickey

Mike

Milo

Nathan

Neptune

Nick

Nico/Niko/Nikko

Noah

Noel

Oliver

Ollie

Orion

Paris

Pascal

Patrick

Paul

Pete

Peter

Philip/Philipp/Phillip

Ray

Raymond

Reg

Reginald

Regulus

Remi

Remus

Rick

Ricky

Rob

Robbie/Robby

Robin

Ron

Ronald

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Rubeus

Sam

Sammy

Samuel

Saturn

Sean/Shaun/Shawn

Sebastian

Simon

Sirius

Stephan

Steve

Steven

Theodore

Thomas

Tim

Timmy

Toby

Tom

Tommy

Tony

Valentine

Victor

Vince

Vincent

Wilson

Yan

Zach/Zack

Zeus

If you want me to add meanings, origins, etc., just tell me ^^

[saturniasxenos]

PINK N PRETTY ID PACK

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Pink colors, Pink stuff, Cute things, Pretty things, and anything alike! (I put whatever I (personally) thought was cute, pink, and/or pretty.) + (Includes Masc titles & names)

No matter who you are, or what you look like, YOU ARE PRETTY. 🫶

"How many emoji pronouns do you want?"

"Yes."

This entire pack was inspired by an OC of mine called Lotus 🩷��

Pronouns:

Pi/Pin/Pink/Pinks/Pinkself

Ro/Ros/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Ro/Ros/Rosa/Rosas/Rosaself

Lo/Lov/Love/Loves/Loveself

Hea/Hear/Heart/Hearts/Heartself

Blo/Bloo/Bloom/Blooms/Bloomself

Fla/Flami/Flamingo/Flamingos/Flamingoself

Fu/Fuch/Fuchsia/Fuchsias/Fuchsiaself

Or/Orch/Orchid/Orchids/Orchidself

Wate/Waterme/Watermelon/Watermelons/Watermelonself

Lo/Lot/Lotus/Lotuses/Lotusself

Pe/Pet/Petal/Petals/Petalself

Che/Cherr/Cherry/Cherrys/Cherryself

Blo/Bloss/Blossom/Blossoms/Blossomself

Ce/Ceri/Cerise/Cerises/Ceriseself

Pea/Peae/Peach/Peachs/Peachself

Blu/Blus/Blush/Blushs/Blushself

Tu/Tuli/Tulip/Tulips/Tulipself

Cu/Cut/Cute/Cutes/Cuteself

Pre/Prett/Pretty/Prettys/Prettyself

Ma/Mage/Magenta/Magentas/Magentaself

Pa/Pas/Pastel/Pastels/Pastelself

Swe/Swae/Sweet/Sweets/Sweetself

Flo/Flow/Flower/Flowers/Flowerself

Flo/Flor/Flora/Floras/Floraself

Pre/Preci/Preciae/Precious/Preciousself

Ri/Ribb/Ribbon/Ribbons/Ribbonself

Fri/Frill/Frillae/Frills/Frillself

Do/Doll/Dolly/Dolls/Dollself

Co/Cor/Coral/Corals/Coralself

Da/Daw/Dawn/Dawns/Dawnself

Sun/Sunse/Sunset/Sunsets/Sunsetself

Hib/Hibis/Hibiscus/Hibiscuses/Hibiscusself

Dia/Diam/Diamond/Diamonds/Diamondself

Gem/Gemsto/Gemstone/Gemstones/Gemstoneself

Gor/Gorge/Gorgeous/Gorgeousness/Gorgeousself

La/Lac/Lace/Laces/Laceself

Pu/Puff/Puffy/Puffys/Puffyself

Flu/Fluff/Fluffy/Fluffys/Fluffyself

Pom/Pomp/Pompom/Pompoms/Pompomself

Po/Pop/Poppy/Poppys/Poppyself

Chrys/Chrysan/Chrysanthemum/Chrysanthemums/Chrysanthemumself

Ast/Aste/Aster/Asters/Asterself

Ga/Garn/Garnet/Garnets/Garnetself

Pe/Pear/Pearl/Pearls/Pearlself

Op/Opa/Opal/Opals/Opalself

Qua/Quart/Quartz/Quartzs/Quartzself

Bub/Bubble/Bubblegum/Bubblegums/Bubblegumself

Car/Carna/Carnation/Carnations/Carnationself

Stra/Straw/Strawberry/Strawberrys/Strawberryself

Ma/Mau/Mauve/Mauves/Mauveself

Sa/Sak/Sakura/Sakuras/Sakuraself

Li/Lil/Lily/Lilys/Lilyself

Emoji Pronouns: 💋/💋's, 💄/💄's, 💅/💅's, 🩷/🩷's, 🪷/🪷's, 🐷/🐷's, 🐖/🐖's, 🦑/🦑's, 🦩/🦩's, 🌸/🌸's, 🌺/🌺's, 🌷/🌷's, 🍑/🍑's, 🩰/🩰's, 🎀/🎀's, 🧸/🧸's, 🌹/🌹's, 👛/👛's, 💕/💕's, 💞/💞's, 💓/💓's, 💖/💖's, 💗/💗's, 💘/💘's, 💝/💝's, 💐/💐's, 🍥/🍥's, 🧁/🧁's, 🍧/🍧's, 💒/💒's, 🏩/🏩's, 🧼/🧼's, 💌/💌's, ❤/❤'s, 💔/💔's, ❣️/❣️'s, ❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹's, ❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥's, ♥/♥'s, ♦/♦'s, 🦄/🦄's, 🦢/🦢's

Titles:

Pretty In Pink

(X) Who's Pink

The Prettiest

Perfect Pink

The Pink One

Dancing With Pink Petals

(X) Who Loves Pink

(X) Who Feels Pretty

Sparkling

(X) Who Sparkles

Sparkling In Pink

(X) Who's Aura Is Pink

The Pink Spirit

The Cute Spirit

The Pink Creature

Dancing With Doves

The Pretty Dove

The Pretty Creature

The Pretty Pink Spirit

The Pretty Spirit

(X) Who Blooms

(X) Who Blossoms

The Blossoming Flower

The Pink Flower

The Pretty Flower

Deity of Pink

God of Pink

Goddess of Pink

Names:

Fem: Aphrodite, Ara, Azalea, Amora, Amaranth, Annabella, Annabelle, Amandine, Aimee, Aelia, Alani, Aviva, Briallen, Belle, Blossom, Bellerose, Begonia, Blush, Briar, Coral, Celia, Colette, Cerise, Clary, Camellia, Cherry, Carnation, Coralie, Coraline, Desiree, Dahlia, Dennise, Eglantine, Elodie, Elke, Esme, Fae, Fuchsia, Flamina, Flora, Fraise, Garnet, Hana, Huong, Heather, Isadora, Irisa, Jada, Jadah, Jalajaa, Keasha, Koral, Kamelia, Lien, Linnea, Lacey, Lyanne, Laelia, Leilani, Lotus, Mink, Mimose, Magenta, Mauve, Nerine, Odessa, Peony, Pearl, Petunia, Pinkie, Pink, Pinkus, Pinkney, Rosella, Rosanna, Rose, Rosie, Rosa, Rosalie, Rosaline, Rosalind, Rosabella, Rosita, Roseanna, Roseanne, Rydell, Rora, Rada, Rhoda, Sharyn, Sonnet, Scarlett, Sadie, Sandhya, Teuila, Varda, Venus, Xiloxoch, Yvete, Zelie,

Masc: Asmodeus, Amandus, Amadeus, Aziz, Amias, Altansarnai, Alroy, Astilbe, Akala, Amado, Amato, Connelly, Caleb, Cordovan, Carwyn, Corwin, Cordian, Dariel, Dante, Dilan, David, Darell, Eros, Fuchsio, Florian, Fenmore, Floyd, Geranium, Gul, Gulabi, Gulzar, Haneul, Hart, Jamil, Jared, Kiefer, Kevin, Kamal, Kunal, Lohan, Leif, Lennon, Milos, Manik, Manu, Magento, Mauverell, Mawar, Phlox, Roz, Rosario, Rosalio, Rosen, Razzmatazz, Rosamel, Roosevelt, Rouge, Rosewood, Rosewell, Rozovo, Roth, Thulian, Taffy, Vered, Zahri,

Neu: Amor, Aruna, Aphro, Adonis, Ambrose, Ceri, Callisto, Ceinwen, Carmine, Cassius, Corentin, Cupid, Dianthe, Erasmus, Erastus, Erato, Francis, Kamon, Kokoro, Koharu, Kirani, Kaipo, Lerato, Loxi, Martie, Maud, Mallow, Noa, Nasrin, Parvati, Obi, Pembe, Primrose, Paris, Rozene, Sakura, Sorrell, Salmon, Sashiro, Syd, Valentine, Valentino, Vaihere, Varuna, Xinyi, Zerah,

Genders:

Viosalimi - a gender connected to liminal spaces in the colors of pink & purple, whether it be the color combo or the two separately.

Ivsidirosen - a colorgender connected to the colors pink, black, and white

Pinkribbon - a gender under the genderribbon system which is related to the color pink & ribbons ; like ribbons being colored pink or being the color pink that loves ribbons , or any other combination of the two .

Pinkangeldigital / Pinkangelvirtual - a gender in which your gender is related to virtual / digital themes and pink angels, being a virtual/ digital pink angel, being a pink angel and loving virtual / digital themes, being a virtual /digital being who loves pink and angel themes, etc!

Pinkmagicalgirlic - a xenogender that relates to being a pink magical girl. it can also relate to the aesthetic of pink magical girls, the colour pink, or being a magical girl !! the gender often feels feminine or neutral .

Pinkdollic - A gender under the genderdollic system related to the color pink and being a doll

Pinkshirofoxic - a gender related to white foxes, pastel pink, and soft aesthetics.

Pinkadorded - a gender under genderadored related to being adorable ) adored and the color pink . may be related to being the color pink who is adored by all , the color pink who is adorable or being the color pink and adored.

Strawlovecatrum - a masculine- and neutral-in-nature xenogender that is best described by strawberries, lovecore, pink, and cats!

Pinkpresentic - A gender that presents itself in a pink way/as pink/in a way that involves a lot of pink. Can be used as a descriptor for other terms

Pinkrufflic - a xenogender relating to pink and ruffles, or pink in a ruffly way

Pinkabomination - a gender connected to being an abomination of pink , being an abomination in a pink way , etc.

Pinkcutecorian - a gender related to cutecore, pastel pink, and cutesy fashion

Pinkbratfem - a gender related to pink, being a stereotypical "bratty girl" and being transfem

Redpinkic - a gender connected to the colors red and pink, specifically when they're together

Pinkvampgender - A gender in which you are connected to vampires, softness, and the cuteness of pink, soft vampires.

Pinkgender - an aesthetigender under the colorgender umbrella connected to the color pink. One who is pinkgender might feel as though their gender is validated by the color pink, or as though their gender is best described as the color pink.

Pinkmetropolistic - A gender related to pink cities or cities that primarily have the color pink in them

[Link] Pixelovic - a gender related to pixel hearts, chiptune music, love, and the colors pink and red 🩷🩷 Loverwave - a gender connected to love, being a lover, and being a wave

Feinflambelle - a fein gender connected to pink, make-up, nail polish, perfume, flamboyant dressing, bright colours, dresses, and skirts.

Pinkautix — A subset of autigender related to the color pink