#larks fran

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

is this, like, a fun trip through time?

AO3!

Summary: Slake gets sent back in time. They make the best of it. Warnings: swearing, mild violence, mild spoilers up to the final battle (mostly for the weeping god arc), references to battle and the guardians basically being child soldiers Wordcount: 2,060

Slake’s hair was slick with blood, running down their face and blurring their vision. Maeri had healed the gash a little while ago, but that didn’t make their blood go back into their body. It replaced it, Slake thought? They weren’t sure. This wasn’t the time to focus any energy on such things; as long as they could move around and swing a weapon, there were gods to kill and people to protect. Blood kept trickling into their eyes, though, which made their job much harder.

It meant that they saw the burst of magic heading towards them, but couldn’t make out enough to see what kind of spell it was or who cast it or much of anything. Slake tried to jump out of the way, but the area of effect was too big. There was a lurch and rushing in their ears, like when they’d ridden in the dwarven carts, and the next thing they knew they were standing on cobbled streets. The sky was too clear, bright and sunny with no smoky clouds from warfare.

Slake sucked in air, stumbling a few steps as they tried to get their bearings. Was this a moment they could catch their breath in, or a new danger they’d been dropped into? No sense of battle going on: safe? No idea where they were: unsafe.

They took a chance and a moment, hands on their knees as they heaved for air. It was mostly exaggerated, a ploy to see if anyone would attack “while their guard was down.”

Slowly, the background noise registered as civilian chatter, a crowd of people going about their day. An amalgam of street food smells filtered through the blood scent clinging to them. Slake finished catching their breath, getting less performative the longer they were left alone, and looked up to find they were in an alleyway in the middle of a market.

It looked like they were in Madrea? Had they been transported halfway across the world? That was awful. They needed to be in Esudel. This was literally the final stand, they couldn’t just skip it.

Of course, Slake’s friends would come for them. Probably Maeri — or Fran, whichever could better spare the time — would cast a counterspell to bring them back, or transport herself to Slake and both of them back. Slake had full faith they would be missed and it was only a matter of time before they’d be back in the thick of it.

Still. It pulled at them. Not being there — they were the tank! They could take hits to protect their friends, hit the enemies hardest until they didn’t get back up again. Corbin and Fran and Maeri were all incredibly capable fighters, but they were squishy in a way Slake wasn’t. Until they were back where they could see how squished their friends were, they’d worry.

“—ell shop.”

And maybe hallucinate their voices, because that snippet of conversation sounded like Corbin, with Fran’s nervous giggles filling the air around it. Slake looked around for the source, as what sounded like their voice squeaked out an anxious question.

Slake peered out of the alleyway right as Maeri crossed in front of it, looking over her shoulder to sign something, and they both stumbled back. Slake heard something clatter to the ground, and their shoulders ticked up at the noise but they were too busy staring at Maeri to check out the danger.

There was a millisecond where they were surprised Maeri had come for them this quickly, but no. Maeri looked so much younger than when Slake had seen her a few minutes ago. Less weight on her shoulders, less godliness to her. Like before she’d named herself and gone to the Void, before Kai had done something to her. Like she hadn’t yet seen quite so much death, or been in as many battles. She’d been smiling a moment ago (had stopped, of course, when she bumped into blood-soaked Slake), as carefree as they’d ever seen her.

“Whoa,” Corbin’s voice came from behind her, and he looked younger too.

As did Fran, no lightning scars and expression both more and less guarded than Slake was used to.

As did Slake themself.

They were shorter by an inch or two, and their hair wasn’t as ragged or long yet. Their fingers were twisted together nervously, and they were gaping openly at Slake. Darius wasn’t quite riding on their shoulder, but his cute little face protruded from a shirt pocket.

Slake was suddenly hit with the desire to find their Darius and put him in their shirt pocket. Or maybe a pouch in their belt, where he’d be less likely to get hit. But— that was stupid. Slake was pretty sure they’d just been time traveled? Their Darius wasn’t here.

“Who are you?” Fran demanded, and Slake tore their gaze away from Darius to look at the younger version of their family in front of them. Fran was distrustful, Corbin was wearing his “this clearly dangerous thing looks incredibly cool to me and I’m about to go mess with it” expression, Maeri and younger Slake both looked freaked out.

“Is this, uh, is this the shop?” baby them squeaked, and man. Were they back when they’d still been “interning”? That’d been Madrea, right? It felt like a lifetime ago. Looking at their younger self, basically a bundle of nerves personified, Slake felt like an entirely different person.

(So, they were going to call their younger self Intern. It was kinda stupid, but the whole intern thing had been kinda stupid, so.)

Slake laughed dryly. “Not quite.” What had the shop been, again? Like, clearly they weren’t it, but something about that rang vaguely significant…

“I wish,” Corbin groused, pouting dramatically before straightening up to look hopefully at Slake. “Do you have any cool magic items?”

“Uh, I mean, yeah?” Corbin’s eyes widened, as did Intern’s, and Slake added, “I don’t know what you think you’re getting from me, though, I need them.” Had to scrape every bit of advantage they could in battle, when a magic weapon could mean the difference between downing an enemy or letting them get another hit on one of Slake’s friends and allies.

“How about a name?” Maeri signed. She looked expectant — though still a bit freaked out — like she just wanted confirmation instead of any new information.

Would it mess up the world or something if Slake introduced themself? They didn’t remember this happening to them, so it shouldn’t destroy their timeline? Because if Intern was the exact past version of themself then they’d be getting memories of this conversation?? So it was probably a different timeline or something?? Slake didn’t know how any of this worked. It was probably fine. And Maeri or Fran could probably fix it if it wasn’t fine.

“Slake,” they nodded. “No need for introductions on your end, haha.”

The others didn’t have time to react beyond incredulous stares before clopping hooves approached their alleyway, and a gratingly familiar voice yodeled, “Hail travelers!”

Fucking Dawson was here. Great.

Wait… Intern looked so startled— and a little dazzled — Slake frantically cast their memory back— 

Was this their first encounter with him?

Slake was in the past. Before Dawson’s bullshit deal with Maeri. And he wouldn’t recognize them at all.

The pieces came together in the few spare moments that Dawson clopped over to them. As soon as they did, Slake — naturally — shouted, “Bitch!” and roundhoused him.

Dawson went flying. They’d gotten him at the perfect second, just as he was hopping down off his donkey. His feet barely skimmed the ground before they sent him whizzing back through the streets, his expression too utterly off guard to even show pain.

It was extremely satisfying.

Especially with Fran and Corbin’s cackling cheers behind them. Slake looked back and took in Maeri’s approving grin and Corbin’s excited dancing with a feral grin of their own, before locking eyes with wide Intern eyes.

“He deserves it,” Slake told them firmly. “Don’t trust a fucking word he says.”

“I say, I most certainly do not!” Dawson huffed, brushing himself off prissily as he walked back over to them. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“Oh, sure,” Slake started, but Dawson turned to the others.

(Corbin had stopped dancing, at least, and they’d all rearranged manic grins into something a little less full of feral joy at Dawson’s expense. That was probably good; Dawson had — unfortunately — provided them with key information and help. Ugh. Slake probably needed to, like, pretend to not be associated with their mini family so Dawson wouldn’t price gouge even higher or refuse to help or anything. Ugh.)

“Corbin, Fran, who is this? I have been nothing but kind to you and in exchange, you attack me without even a hello or any sort of provocation? Aren’t we friends? Frankly—” Dawson settled a delicate, “sincere” hand over his heart “—I’m hurt. And not just physically, though I will say you have quite a kick.”

“I’ve been practicing with you in mind specifically,” Slake bit out, forcing a hard smile on their face.

Which was a lie, but it was like this: Torvah? Unequivocally worse than Dawson. Hands down, no contest, the absolute worst of the worst. Besides maybe the Forces, but that was a whole other deal. Torvah = literal evil incarnate.

However.

Slake hated Dawson wayyyy more than they hated Torvah. Every ounce of help he’d ever provided them was wrapped up in so many strings, usually just for the hell of it. He’d cursed them, he’d put Corbin in his Void bag to get eaten by his brother, he’d cared more about the stupid tusk than the fact that Maeri and Fran and Falen had gotten trapped in the Void, or that them getting it for him would’ve left Ilfra defenseless if he’d gotten it any sooner, he regularly and happily extorted them for his magic items when half of the time they sucked or never got used. He was fighting on their side, not because it was right or to help anyone at all beyond himself, but because he knew they’d win and he could leverage favor from Maeri to protect his own skin. There was not a moment Slake spent in his presence that they were not full of seething, hateful rage. They were literally shaking with it — though some of that was probably adrenaline, actually.

“You have?” Fran shot Slake an incredulously delighted look before turning back to Dawson and adding, “We didn’t even say anything to them, they’re just like that.”

“Yeah, we found them in this alley and they just came like this. Blood included,” Corbin chimed in.

“I formed in the Void with the singular goal of hunting you down,” Slake piled on, because it was ridiculous and edgy and furthered their goals here in several dimensions. “The blood’s just a side effect from crossing over.”

“What?” echoed around the group in a range of concern and intrigue.

Slake opened their mouth to spew some more nonsense when they felt a tug on their whole body, like a blast of wind hitting them exclusively. A whisper of noise blew through their ears, trickling louder as the tugging sensation grew more forceful. One side effect of traveling with Corbin, Fran, and Maeri — they were intimately acquainted with what magic felt like. They threw aside the half-scripted speech they’d been about to give and substituted, “My job here is done. Bye.”

Then, before the spell finished, Slake threw themself into punching Dawson in the face. Full force, down (because his body was tiny to better concentrate his scheming, deal-making awfulness), leaping into it to really go full force, their fist connected right as their body lurched and they tucked and rolled back into the present.

“Slake?” Maeri signed frantically, rushing over to them as they rolled into a ready stance. “Where’d you go? Are you okay? Hurt?”

“Not hurt, don’t worry,” Slake shook their head. “And…” They covered their mouth with their hand, a smile spreading as they thought about the stupid face Dawson had made as their fist came down, his little wheeze and the way his body had just started to crumple as they’d been pulled back to their time. “I’m great. Tell you later.”

Corbin and Fran were going to love this.

[rhythm-of-the-caydence]

Guardians on a string Guardians on a string guardia-

[shapeshifting-trenchcoat-of-rats]

Silly gays brain rottt

I can’t get these adventures out of my brain

[edwardslostalchemy]

Alsmdjglskfk I know that there are F/M ships that people consider straight, but alas it is my job to introduce the possibility of one or both of the characters being bisexual. That's my default. There's nothing WRONG with a ship being hetero. I can get into them if they have good chemistry and development. That's really all I ask for. If it's forced and the author shoves it in my face claiming it's end game, then I go nah. But there are hetero ships I enjoy. However, nobody can stop me from having them be bisexual. I seek my representation.

[thelarkknight71]

I LOVE these jerseys! I wish they could wear them during the game but auctioning them off for a good cause is just as great!

So much respect for the men and woman who go through a lot to keep this country safe. THANK YOU ❤ 🇺🇸

[444names]

MYSTERY POST #20

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[zettersberg]

Red Wings Nicknames

Literally everything my friend and I refer to them as

Justin Abdelkader, Abby

Andreas Athanasiou, Double A, Dubs, AA, Grease Lightning

Jonathan Bernier, Bernie, Feel the Bern

Tyler Bertuzzi, Lil Bert, Bert, Toothless Johnny Depp

Madison Bowey, Bows

Jake Chelios, Cheli, Prettiest Wing

Dennis Cholowski, Cholo

Trevor Daley, Dales

Danny DeKeyser, DK, Danny DK

Jacob de la Rose, Rosie

Christoffer Ehn, Ehnner

Jonathan Ericsson, Ericsson

Martin Frk, Frky, Frky Frk and the Funky Bunch, Frk my life

Kaden Fulcher, Fulch, Future Ledge

Luke Glendening, Glenny, Glen

Mike Green, Greener

Darren Helm, Helmer

Joe Hicketts, Hicks

Taro Hirose, Taco, Bubble Tea

Jimmy Howard, Howie, Jimothy, James Russel Howard III

Filip Hronek, Fil

Nick Jensen, Jensen, Jense

Niklas Kronwall, Kronner, Grandpa

Ryan Kuffner, Kuffner

Dylan Larkin, Larks, D-Bo$$, D-Boss, Dyl, Dylan James, Dylan. James. Larkin. (When frustrated), DJ Larkin, Dilly Dilly, Cap'n Dilly Dilly, DYLAN (When yelling), Dyl Daddy

Anthony Mantha, Manth, What A Mantha, Big Mantha, Big Frenchman (per Mickey Redmond)

Dylan McIlrath, McIlrath

Frans Nielsen, Nielsen, Nieler

Gustav Nyquist, Gus, Goose, Nyquie

Matt Puempel, Pump

Michael Rasmussen, Ras, Ra Ra Rasmussen, Ras Al Ghul

Dominic Turgeon, Detergent

Thomas Vanek, Vanek

Luke Witkowski, Witter, Nicest Guy We've Ever Met

Jeff Blashill, Asshat, Fire Blashill

Bold is newly added Crossed out is no longer with the organization

[sholiofic]

For the prompt: “Peggy Carter at Bletchley”. Originally posted here.

It was such a strange employment interview, she thought afterwards, though to be sure, she was not entirely sure what was normal, not having worked in an office before. Upon answering the advertisement -- The War Office typing pool needs young ladies, aged 18-25, must be unmarried and able to furnish references upon request. A background check will be required -- she had found herself in a large room with a number of other young women, looking at each other with nervous giggles as they found desks and sharpened pencils waiting for them. There were the usual things, or what Peggy supposed were the usual things. She was only so-so at typing and taking dictation, and hoped it didn't count against her too much, though she was pleased to see she'd remembered her studies despite having found them tedious. They had her do sums, and she was much faster at those. But oh, such odd things came next! There were strange little puzzles with numbers, which she found very easy to solve (it surprised her to see some of the other girls having trouble, but it made up for the lightning clicking of their fingers on the typewriter keys while she struggled at overstriking her missed letters, she supposed). They even had her do the crossword from the Times. The assessment went on for hours, and when they were finally let go, she felt as if her brain had been given a good workout; she was tired and in need of lunch. She found herself, however, in a small gathering of some of the girls on the corner outside the building, all of whom had decided to walk to the Tube station together. One of them had some cigarettes in her purse and didn't mind sharing, which was an act of some generosity, given that "coffin nails" had become expensive due to the looming war. Peggy felt marvelously daring. Her mother did not approve of ladies smoking cigarettes, and she reminded herself to get off a stop before her usual one and walk the rest of the way, to let her hair and clothes air out on the way home. "How do you think you did?" asked one of the other girls. She was tall and storklike, older than most of the rest, and had introduced herself as Fran. "Oh, I don't know," said the girl with the cigarettes carelessly. "I'm rubbish at typing, and I don't care for that business with the crossword. It's only to make my mum happy. She thinks I need something to keep myself busy." "I hope the references aren't terribly important," Peggy said. "One of Father's friends was willing to write me a letter, and I had one from my maths teacher. But I haven't much." She also wondered nervously if the background check would turn up a few ... regrettable incidents. Did the War Office care about larks involving stolen underwear? Worse, would they tell her parents? "Don't worry, they hardly look at those," Fran said dismissively. It soon turned out that she'd worked in a department store's accounting office for several years before she'd become ill and had to take a year off work to "go to the country." Peggy wondered what the problem had been; she seemed healthy enough now. "The rest of us haven't a chance, then!" a girl named Edith said with a laugh. "I did like the crossword bit. It was fun. I used to do them with my gran. And those odd puzzles with the numbers too. I'd like to do more of those." As she rode home, fluffing her hair in the hopes of getting the smoke smell out, Peggy thought it was likely she didn't have much of a chance, with her lack of experience. She thought wistfully of the WAAFs, but she wasn't old enough yet; they were only taking girls of 20 and older. Though she did so want to do something useful. She dreaded the idea of nursing or being a Land Girl, but if there was nothing else ... she couldn't sit idly by while Michael risked his life. Perhaps the War Office job would work out, she thought hopefully. Taking dictation for some stodgy general wasn't the most exciting thing she could imagine, but it certainly sounded more interesting than sitting at home rolling bandages.

[inonesingleline]

18 and 23!

18. Fandom that you never expected to get into Hmmmm well defining this more broadly again I’d have to say Sabrina again, I watched it the weekend it came out on a total lark and liked it a surprising amount! This has only deepened as the Miranda and Michelle gifs kept coming, I trust understandably. I’ve also gotten way more into British panel shows than I care to admit this year? But that’s about it, tbh I don’t stray too far from my comfort zone, I know what I’m gonna like hahaha

23. The most missed of your old fandoms Ooooh interesting one, well, I haven’t left at all but I don’t seem to be able to write for The Good Wife/Fight anymore which is sort of sad but I guess I wrote all the words I had and I have more free time now. I tend to be kind of done with fandoms when I’m done with them, that’s awfully cold, isn’t it? The only fandom AS FANDOM I will probably always think of with the greatest fondness and joy is Dark Shadows. Best fucking fandom, we were. But I carry all my frans when I leave any fandom and that’s the best of it really :’)

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

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[kikicollagist]

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[alsjeblieft-zeg]

184 of 2022

What is/are your favorite song(s) at the moment?

Lange Frans & Baas B - Kamervragen, Monuments - Origin of Escape, Tourist LeMC - We Begrijpen Mekaar, Allt - Rupture, Kartky - Nagano 98, Wisniv - Prad, Baas B - Het Is Wat Het Is, Kukon - Hard Flex Drive, Periphery - MK Ultra, Returning We Hear the Larks - Thousand-Arms Fortress, HRFTR - The Calling, 't Hof van Commerce - Stuntman.

If you could travel to one country, where would you go?

The Netherlands.

Why would you go there? ^

I’d smoke all the weed. And hang out with Dutch guys.

What is one of your goals in life?

To get back to health.

Opinion time, what are your favorite names, boy & girl, for a kid?

Joris & Laura, not like I want any kids.

Do you enjoy airplanes?

I love watching them, but I’d never fly in any.

What is your opinion on the war that’s STILL going on?

All wars are evil.

What is the most ghetto fabulous cellphone you’ve had?

This one I have now.

What makes you happier then anything?

Seeing my hand progressing, and this guy I like.

Do you see your family often?

No, I don’t. We live across the Europe.

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

WTF is a tootsie pop?

Imagine you’re at the Eiffel tower.. stairs or lift to the top?

Lift, I think. Stairs are tiring.

What is your strangest fear?

Failure.

If there was a hermit crab under your elbow.. what would you do?

Keep it as a pet, so cute.

Do scary movies phase you at all?

Movies are boring for me, and scary movies are cringeworthy in addition.

Can you pat your belly and rub your head?

Like, coordination? I suck at this.

Did you just attempt it.. to prove it to me?

I didn’t.

One wish, what is it?

This man I like to be my friend.

Do you hate it when preteens think their in ‘love’?

I couldn’t care less, I don’t live the lives of others.

Shane Dawson : Funny or annoying?

Who the hell is that even?

Who was the last person you talked to?

My husband, from the morning.

What is the most exotic food you’ve eaten?

Squid, I think.

Describe your daily outfit..

Hoodie or t-shirt, wide leg pants or cargos, combat boots or Converse-type shoes. Typically all black and with custom prints. I typically look like I can’t decide if I like hip hop or metal more.

Do you think summer relationships are overrated?

Wait, is there such a thing? I’m so outdated with all that love stuff.

Would you rather text or call?

Text, but it’s hard for me as well.

What is the funniest YouTube video you know?

Djent scene in 5 minutes. So hilarious, but also kinda true.

Would you like this survey to end?

I don’t mind.

[bionic-beth]

[frolis-maneuver]

A simple doodle I digitized the other night! My friend @thefrozenstarship‘s Corona, and my Lark! They were born in the same primary village so they’re frans

[thelarkknight71]

Throwback to these guys beauts!

[blueconure]

lark i feel peronsally insult by you saying my choice to watch the fran bow one is a mental unstable one. I do not care that it is the Most Game Ever. I Like To Watch -regallotus (lighthearted ofc !!)

jam i am sitting here watching my fairly odd parents not listening. Earbuds in. Yadayada take your complaints to the front desk

[transnames]

Some one-syllable neutral names

(Two-syllable names)

A: Ace, Add, Ade, Aim, Al, Ames, An, Ant, Art, Ash, Aud, Ax, Az

B: Bard, Barr, Bas, Bay, Baz, Beach, Beau, Beck, Bee, Beech, Bel, Bell, Bev, Birch, Bird, Blaine, Blair, Blake, Blaze, Bliss, Blue, Blythe, Bo, Bon, Boo, Brae, Brace, Brave, Bree, Breeze, Bret, Brook, Brooks, Bronx, Bry, Bryce, Bryn, Byrd

C: Cade, Cai, Cal, Cale, Cam, Case, Cass, Cat, Cay, Ceil, Cer, Chan, Char, Chas, Chase, Chay, Chi, Chip, Chris, Clare, Claude, Clay, Clor, Cloud, Clove, Co, Cole, Colt, Crane, Crow, Cruz, Cy, Cyd

D: Dahl, Dai, Daine, Dale, Dane, Dar, Dare, Dash, Dax, Day, Dee, Dell, Den, Dev, Dez, Di, Doe, Dor, Doss, Dove, Dray, Dream, Drew, Dru, Duff, Dune

E: East, Edge, El, Elk, Elm, Em, En, Eun, Ev, Eyre, Ez

F: Fang, Fawn, Fay, Fern, Fife, Finch, Finn, Fionn, Flame, Flann, Flick, Flint, Flip, Flor, Flynn, Fox, Fran, Free, Frost

G: Gab, Gale, Gen, Gene, Gil, Glade, Glaw, Glenn, Glo, Glynn, Gray, Green, Grey, Grove, Gull, Gus, Gwyn

H: Hal, Hale, Hail, Hall, Halle, Han, Hao, Harl, Hawk, Hayes, Haze, Hyeon

I: Ille, Inge, Io, Ire, Isle, Iss, Iv, Ives, Ix, Iz

J: Jade, Jae, Jak, Jam, Jan, Jas, Jax, Jay, Jayme, Jazz, Jean, Jem, Jeri, Jerre, Jess, Jet, Jewel, Jin, Jo, Joyce, Jude, Jules, June

K: Kade, Kai, Kal, Kam, Kass, Kay, Kaz, Keats, Kei, Kel, Kerr, Kick, Kim, Kit, Klaude, Klay, Klee, Knight, Knox, Kris, Ky, Kyle

L: Lan, Land, Lane, Lang, Lake, Lark, Leaf, Lee, Leeds, Leigh, Leith, Len, Lex, Li, Lin, Liv, Loch, Locke, Lon, Lorne, Lou, Luck, Lute, Lux, Lyre, Lyse

M: Mack, Mai, Maize, Mal, Mar, March, Marl, Mars, Marsh, Max, Mays, Mel, Mer, Merce, Merle, Mies, Miles, Mills, Min, Mint, Moe, Moon, Murph, Muse, Myrl, Myrrh

N: Nao, Nat, Neel, Nell, Nev, Nic, Night, Nile, Noe, Noel, Noor, Norm, North, Nove, Nox, Nyx

O: Oak, Oakes, Oates, Ode, Ore, Oz

P: Pace, Page, Park, Pat, Patch, Payne, Pau, Pax, Paz, Peace, Pearl, Per, Phi, Pier, Pierce, Pike, Pim, Pine, Pip, Poe, Puck

Q: Quail, Quay, Quest, Quill, Quince, Quinn

R: Rae, Rail, Rain, Raz, Red, Ree, Reed, Reese, Reeve, Rei, Reid, Reign, Ren, Reyes, Rho, Rhys, Rian, Ridge, Riles, Rin, Ro, Roan, Roar, Rome, Ronne, Roone, Roth, Roux, Rowan, Rox, Roy, Royce, Rue, Rune, Ry, Ryn, Ryo

S: Sage, Sal, Sam, Scout, Sea, Sev, Sey, Shade, Shale, Shan, Shark, Shaw, Shawn, Shay, Shea, Shel, Sim, Siv, Sky, Slate, Sloane, Smith, Snow, Spike, Sol, Sorrel, Spring, Spruce, Star, Steel, Stone, Storm, Sun, Sy, Syd

T: Tai, Taj, Tal, Tam, Tate, Tau, Tay, Taz, Teal, Tee, Tib, Tide, Tix, Tobes, Trace, Trev, True, Truth, Ty

U: Ulf, Ull

V: Val, Vale, Van, Vane, Verne, Vi, Vic, Viv, Von, Voss, Vox

W: Wade, Ward, West, Whit, Wil, Wild, Win, Wolf, Worth, Wren, Wyle, Wynn

X: Xan, Xande, Xav, Xen, Xi, Xie

Y: Yale, Yang, Yates, Yeats, Yon, Yu, Yule, Yve, Yves

Z: Zabe, Zade, Zahn, Zale, Zan, Zane, Zeal, Zed, Zee, Zell, Zen, Zeph, Zev, Zinc, Ziv, Zo