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Gaoler Male
Heather / Magenta / Mauve , Ribbon / Patchwork / Opal
#flight rising#flight rising dragon#flight rising gaoler#fr gaoler#flight rising scry#scrying workshop#fr scries#ribbon primary#patchwork secondary#opal tertiary#heather heather mauve
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And Beyond!
Heather/Mauve/Mist
#flight rising#scrying workshop#LIKE SO CUTE LOVE THEM <3<3#heather#mauve#mist#cinder#flicker#space#ancients#aether
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#purple shades#shades of purple#purple#mauve#violet#boysenberry#lavender#plum#magenta#lilac#grape#periwinkle#sangria#eggplant#jam#iris#heather#amethyst#rasin#orchid#mulberry#wine#purple aesthetic#aesthetic#purple blog#lilac aesthetic#pastel#purplecore
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Ministremma tuberosum 🪻
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#Purple flowers#Lavender blooms#Violet blossoms#Lilac flora#Plum-colored petals#Amethyst flowers#Mauve garden#Orchid blooms#Magenta blossoms#Periwinkle flora#Iris flowers#Grape-hued petals#Mulberry blooms#Thistle plants#Heather blossoms#Eggplant-colored flowers#Wisteria blossoms#Radiant orchid blooms#Bougainvillea blooms#Lavender mist flowers#Heliotrope blossoms#Royal purple flowers#Indigo blooms#Wine-colored petals#Verbena blossoms#Concord grape flowers#Purple hyacinths#Crocus blooms#Petunia blossoms#Aconitum flowers
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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
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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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Oh hey you missed one 🫴
Imagine they interact
#also realizing heather is the only murasaki with a non m nickname#mura monarch and messenger are all m#if only we went with mauve.....#kenikari#kenikari au#the overlooking monarch#moon archives#collateral maximum
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NEW GENES GO HARD!!!!
here are all my fav colors!!
all are Chrysocolla / Malachite / Sparkle
color combos under the cut!
(moon/moon/pearl) (ice/ice/white)
(eldritch/eldritch/peridot) (mulberry/mulberry/ivory)
(heather/heather/ice) (purple/purple/peridot)
(iris/iris/pearl) (ultramarine/ultramarine/grapefruit)
(lapis/lapis/maize) (cornflower/cornflower/white)
(abyss/abyss/grapefruit) (robin/robin/maize)
(mint/mint/pistachio) (leaf/leaf/cyan)
(yellow/yellow/maize) (grapefruit/grapefruit/maize)
(banana/banana/robin) (marigold/marigold/banana)
(garnet/garnet/storm) (cottoncandy/cottoncandy/flaxen)
(magenta/magenta/cyan) (mauve/mauve/rose)
(pink/pink/flaxen) (pearl/pearl/robin)
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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. ☀️ . 🌱 . 🌳 . 🌷 . 🌿 . 🍎 . 🍏 . 🍵 . 🐝 . 🐞 . 💐 . 💐.🌷 . 🕷️ . 🦋 . 🦟 .
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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.”
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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.
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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
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16 | Bell Heather (mauve) (October drawings) Got a bit carried away with this one :)
#drawing#original art#fantasy art#fairy art#fairy core#cottagecore#heather#flower art#illustration#drawing challenge#october drawing challenge#my artwork#keharts
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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
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Purple-Themed System Names, Names, Pronouns, Titles, and Usernames!
Requested by anon!
System Names: (The) Purple (System/Collective/etc.), (The) Lavender (System/Collective/etc.), (The) Mauve Collective, (The) Lilac Council, (The) Plum Organization, (The) Periwinkle Order, (The) Violet Administration, (The) Heliotrope Institution, (The) Mulberry Alliance, (The) Orchid Cluster, (The) Amethyst Brigade, Magenta Society, (The) Pomegranate Variety
Names: Allium, Amaranth, Amatista, Amethyst, Ametrine, Aster, Aubrieta, Azalea, Calla, Charoite, Claret, Clematis, Dotty, Elestren, Fig, Fuchsia, Glory, Grape, Hadlee, Heather, Heliotrope, Honesty, Hyacinth, Iolanthe, Ione, Iris, Jacinta, Jam, Jolanta, Laurel, Lavender, Lila, Lilac, Lupine, Magenta, Magnolia, Malva, Mauve, Mazarine, Myrtle, Orchid, Pansy, Passion, Periwinkle, Plum, Petunia, Prunella, Starling, Umeko, Violet, Willow, Wisteria, Zinnia, Ai, Burgundy, Comfrey, Cosmos, Crocus, Fuji, Indigo, Kovidar, Maroon, Merlin, Mulberry, Shion, Shiryu
Pronouns: Pur/Purple/Purpself, Ind/Indigo/Indigoself, Li/Lila/Lilaself, Orch/Orchid/Orchidself, Vio/Violet/Violetself, Lav/Lavend/Lavenderself, Pai/Paint/Paintself, Sha/Shade/Shadeself, Past/Pastel/Pastelself, Dilute/Diluted/Dilutedself, Alli/Allium/Alliumself, Hyac/Hyacinth/Hyacinthself, Plu/Plum/Plumself, Peo/Peony/Peonyself, Petu/Petunia/Petuniself, Peri/Periwinkle/Periwinkleself, Jasmi/Jasmine/Jasmineself, Wist/Wister/Wisteriaself, Iri/Iris/Iriself, Lo/Lotus/Lotuself, Fus/Fuschia/Fuschiaself, 🟪/🟪s/🟪self, 💜/💜s/💜self, 🟣/🟣s/🟣self, 🪻/🪻s/🪻self, ☂️/☂️s/☂️self, 🍇/🍇s/🍇self, 🔮/🔮s/🔮self
Titles: The Orchid, The Lavender, The Periwinkle, (Pronoun) Who Is Purple, (Pronoun) Who Is An Orchid, (Pronoun) Who Is Lavender, The Amethyst, The Mulberry, The Magenta, The Violet, (Pronoun) Who Is The Amethyst, (Pronoun) Who Is Mulberry, (Pronoun) Who Is Magenta, (Pronoun) Who Is Violet, The Painter, (Pronoun) Who Paints, (Pronoun) Who Colors, (Name) The Purple, (Name) The Orchid, (Name) The Lavender, (Name) The Amethyst, (Name) The Magenta, (Name) The Mulberry, The God/Goddess Of Purple, The Deity Of Purple, (Pronoun) Who Rules Purple, (Pronoun) Who Colors The Sky, (Pronoun) Who Created Purple
Usernames: purpleiish, orchideded, possessionofpurple, coloredxxlavender, mauvemal, magicmauve, periwinkle-purpled, kisskissmagentacutie, magicpurpledinosaue, painterofpurplee, flowercoveredinpurple, mulberrybush, passionpurple, mulberrycoloredberries
#did system#system stuff#osdd system#system things#system#name suggestions#system names#name inspiration#pronouns#pronoun inspiration#pronoun suggestions#title suggestions#username suggestions#username inspo#🔮 - SNPTUs
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