#maisie & cedar

[goldfades]

gender reveal! | JOE BURROW⁹ [006]

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MASTERLIST

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.2k

⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you and joe's gender reveal! what will it be, a boy or a girl? regardless, joe is gonna spoil the hell out of it and his beautiful, glowing wife.

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SO FREAKING FLUFFYYYY!! like so sweet, might give you diabetes! mentions of pregnancy and pretty sure nothing else

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, the kind that buzzes under your skin and makes every second stretch a little longer. You and Joe stand side by side in your backyard, the quiet hum of cicadas and the soft glow of string lights overhead creating a cocoon of intimacy. It’s just the two of you—no big party, no social media announcements, just you, him, and the tiny new life growing inside you. Exactly how you both wanted it.

On the patio table between you rests a modest cake, its white frosting smooth and unassuming. Inside, though, lies the answer to the question that’s been playing on a loop in your minds for weeks. A boy or a girl? Joe’s hand is warm and steady against the small of your back, his thumb drawing lazy circles that do little to calm the nervous flutter in your chest.

“You ready?” he asks, his voice low and familiar, the kind of tone that feels like home no matter where you are.

You nod, biting your lip. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Joe grins, reaching for the knife. “Alright, here we go.” But before he can make the first cut, he pauses, looking at you with that playful sparkle in his eyes. “You sure you don’t want to do it?”

You roll your eyes, laughing softly. “No way. You’ve been more impatient than me, and I didn’t even think that was possible.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Fair enough.” With a deep breath, he steadies the knife over the cake. Time feels like it’s moving in slow motion as he presses down, the blade slicing through the soft layers with a satisfying shhhk. The moment of truth is just a breath away, and yet it feels like the air has been knocked out of you.

“Okay, okay,” you whisper, your hand gripping his arm as he lifts the first slice.

And there it is. The blue inside is unmistakable—bright, bold, and bursting with meaning. You clap a hand over your mouth, your eyes immediately welling up as the reality of it sinks in. Joe’s reaction is instant; his face splits into the kind of smile that could rival the sun.

“It’s a boy,” His voice cracks slightly, and he stops, laughing at himself as he turns to you, his own eyes suspiciously glossy.

You nod, unable to form words through the tightness in your throat. You let out a shaky laugh, and that’s all it takes for the tears to spill over.

“A boy,” Joe says softly, as if the words themselves might float away if he isn’t careful. His grin grows impossibly wider, eyes shimmering in the warm light. “We’re having a boy.”

You can’t help but laugh through your tears, the sound bubbling up from a place of pure joy and disbelief. “Maisie called it,” you manage, wiping at your cheeks. “She’s been saying ‘boy’ since the moment we told her. And Mom, too—she said she just knew.”

Joe lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Remind me to never bet against either of them.”

You lean into his chest, your arms looping around his waist as you take a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of him—clean linen and a hint of cedar. His heartbeat thrums steadily under your ear, grounding you in the moment.

“Our boy,” you whisper, the words tasting sweet on your tongue. “Can you believe it?”

Joe tilts his head down, his chin brushing the top of your head. “I can now,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “And I can already see him—running around the yard, throwing a football, stubborn as hell.”

You laugh, picturing it so clearly you almost feel the warmth of the sun on your face. “If he’s anything like you, we’re in for a wild ride.”

“Oh, he’ll be worse,” Joe says with a playful smirk. “He’ll have your sass and my competitive streak. We’re doomed.”

You swat at his chest, but the playful banter quickly dissolves into another wave of happy tears. Joe tightens his hold on you, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both stand in silence, soaking in the enormity of the moment.

The cake sits forgotten on the table, a simple slice revealing the bright blue inside, as if the whole universe conspired to mark this occasion. Above you, the stars are just starting to peek through the twilight, tiny pinpricks of light against a deepening sky.

“I can’t wait to meet him,” Joe says softly, breaking the silence. His voice is filled with a quiet reverence, the kind reserved for life’s biggest, most beautiful moments.

You pull back just enough to look up at him, your eyes meeting his. “Me neither,” you say, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. “But I already know one thing.”

“What’s that?” he asks, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

You smile, your gaze unwavering. “He’s going to have the best dad in the world.”

Joe’s face softens, his eyes shining with a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “And the best mom,” he whispers, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls you back into his arms.

The world feels quiet, still, and full of promise. In this moment, under the string lights and a canopy of stars, you know that you’re ready for whatever comes next. Together.

Over the next few weeks, your home begins to transform. Boxes start arriving at your doorstep daily, each one containing something more extravagant than the last. A designer stroller with gold accents, a baby-sized leather jacket that looks like it belongs on a runway, and tiny sneakers in every color and style imaginable.

One afternoon, Joe bursts through the front door carrying a box nearly as big as he is. “Baby! Check this out!” he calls, setting it down in the living room.

You follow the sound of his voice, curious. “What now?”

He opens the box with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning, pulling out a baby swing that looks like it was designed for royalty. It’s covered in plush fabric, with a built-in sound system and a gentle rocking mechanism that mimics a mother’s heartbeat.

“It’s top-of-the-line,” Joe says, his eyes sparkling. “Supposed to be the next best thing to being in your arms.”

You shake your head, laughing. “Joe, he’s going to be sleeping in our room for the first few months. Are you planning to keep all this in there too?”

He shrugs, unbothered. “Why not? I want him to have options.”

It doesn’t stop there. Every time you turn around, Joe has another surprise—whether it’s a thoughtful gift for you, like a new pair of comfy maternity jeans or a stack of your favorite books, or something for the baby, like a custom onesie with “Daddy’s MVP” printed on it.

But what touches you the most are the little things he does without fanfare. The nights he spends assembling furniture, carefully following instructions even when they don’t make sense. The way he starts humming lullabies under his breath while doing the dishes.

One evening, as you’re curled up together on the couch, you rest your hand on your belly, feeling the baby kick. Joe places his hand over yours, his face lighting up when he feels it too.

“He’s already got a strong leg,” Joe says, his voice filled with pride. “Might be a future quarterback.”

You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Or maybe a doctor. Or an artist. Whatever he wants to be.”

Joe nods, his expression softening. “As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters.”

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[ohmylcve]

maisie was always a good listener and people that got close to her would always point such a thing. with cedar though... it was different: it wasn't about being a listener and trying to understand the points of what he was saying. it had to do with what she felt while listening to him. whenever he shared something deep within his life story, she would feel pleased and flattered for being the one he chose to share these stories with. maisie never truly understood why the pain was so big when it came to a band breaking up, but now she got it: it had to do not only with the band, but with the connections he had lost. that made her think of how many other connections he had lost so far, to hold so much pain inside. so she listened. she looked at him, allowing her eyes to express how fond she was of him and of how brave he was to admit that he wasn't completely over it all. maisie could recall so many moments she felt safe with friendships that once were her anchor but now were nothing but strangers, so she truly shared this pain with him. by wanting to hug him but not quite sure if she should, the digits carefully went to his arms, slowly making an invisible random drawing. a laugh was heard leaving maisie's mouth by the moment he said he didn't want to be far less appealing to her. "i like it when you talk. you would be less appealing if you didn't." she played, with a soft smile. "how does talking about that makes you feel?" fun thing was the fact that although she really enjoyed listening to other people's feelings about certain situations, she wasn't so fond of talking about her own.

cedar sometimes felt as though nobody cared to hear his story anymore, except perhaps for an indie music magazine hunting for a catchy headline about his disbanded group. that's why, just this once, he decided to voice something he usually kept buried within himself. it was something one of his old bandmates had repeatedly pointed out to him, each time the drummer denying it vehemently. "i don't think i'm completely over it," he admitted, his thoughts drifting back to the past. "maybe it's because we were all childhood friends. or perhaps it's just the nostalgia for the good old days, eagerly anticipating the start of the next tour." as his gaze softened, he noticed her attentive demeanor. his next words mingled with a chuckles of his. "why are you even letting me ramble on about my band's breakup?" he wondered aloud. "i'm almost certain it's making me far less appealing in your eyes, isn't it? it's not something i want." he quickly added. "being far less appealing in your eyes, i mean."

[dizzybunni]

࿐“𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔…”

࿐𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📜

— Hidden within the sprawling expanse of New York, if you know where to look, lies the Pinocchio Estate. Nestled on its own secluded acres at 45 Hitchcock Lane, Millbrook, it stands as a monument to intrigue and legacy. This estate, shrouded in whispers of past triumphs and solved mysteries, was once both the home and workplace of the renowned retired detective, Carlos Pinocchio.

— Should you happen to wander close enough to peer through its tall, weathered windows, you might glimpse something curious—a flicker of activity. A revived career stirring to life, a new band of misfits navigating their roles, and, at the heart of it all, Mr. Pinocchio himself. Silent and watchful, he stands amidst the growing hum of possibilities, a legend once more drawn into the light.

— estate inspiration / location

࿐𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚���𝐩𝐥𝐞 🍎

— The room was heavy with darkness, the kind that lingered like an unwelcome guest. A dim overhead light buzzed to life, flickering reluctantly as a stack of weathered folders slammed onto the old desk. The impact sent a plume of dust spiraling into the air, triggering a chorus of coughs from the gathered group. The aged cedar floor groaned beneath their collective weight, its protests clear: it was long past time for replacement.

— A gravelly voice broke the silence, “This is it.”

— Boots, scuffed and worn, shuffled across the creaking floorboards toward a window obscured by a makeshift curtain—a faded, mismatched tablecloth. Calloused hands gripped the fabric and tore it down with a flourish, allowing sunlight to stream in. The light caught motes of dust, illuminating the shabby office like a hazy spotlight on a forgotten stage.

— The man climbed onto the desk, his boots scraping against its scarred surface as he stood tall, arms outstretched in a dramatic proclamation, “Welcome to the Fairytale Detective Agency, gang!”

— The declaration hung in the air, just long enough to feel triumphant—until the desk let out a foreboding crack. Before anyone could react, the wood gave way beneath him, sending him crashing through in an undignified heap. The desk collapsed into two uneven, splintered halves, leaving the would-be leader sprawled amidst the wreckage.

— For a moment, there was only stunned silence. Then, a cough broke the tension, followed by the barely stifled snickers of his audience.

࿐𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 🔎

— In a world where the fairy tales you once read have stepped off the pages and into reality, life is far more mundane—and far less fantastical—than you might imagine. Technology has advanced much like in our own world, magic seamlessly intertwines with daily life, and darkness still finds its way into the cracks. Yet, where there is bad, there is also good. Problem solvers, truth seekers, mystery solvers—call them what you will. These individuals keep the world turning. We simply call them detectives.

࿐𝐑𝐞𝐝🧣 “Welcome to Fairytale Hell.”

Profile：… ( a.k.a me )

Name：Hood, Maisie Red

Age：16

Gender：Female (she / her)

Pinocchio’s Report :

— Red is a teenage girl whose sharp intellect is matched only by her knack for finding trouble. With too much time on her hands and a history of pickpocketing, she has drifted from one foster home to the next, leaving a trail of exasperated guardians in her wake. Yet, I am convinced that, with the right guidance and a steady hand, her brilliance can be nurtured and redirected. I firmly believe I can help her chart a better course and unlock the potential that lies within.

I was really afraid to post about this Dr, it means a lot to me, and it’s not based off of any media in this reality. But I've posted way more cringe things honestly, So… Welcome to my Fairytale Detective Dr ! I'm going to be posting more about this dr if that's okay. (lmk if anything is misspelled pls <33) also a lot of the formatting and writing was inspired so IB : hrrtshape !

[alyinreality]

SHIFTMAS 2024: DAY ONE

⌗ 𝟏. christmas caroling; songs that remind me of my hogwarts reality and why!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆ ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆

the good witch - maisie peters; this was the first reality I ever scripted so the “still me here, do you think I forgot about you?” HITS. kings cross mentioned. “make it a universe you can live in” is so me scripting james & lily back to life coded too!!! also, the good witch, teehee. so many little things that just tie into the world i’ve envisioned and can’t wait to live in.

a beautiful dream - luke hemmings; this song just provokes such an emotion from me and i think it really captures that first shift feeling. “you know that i’m just like my mother” which is true, to a point. I resemble her so much and I think that’s who people expect me to be like. there’s not a big reason for this but this song just really holds a connection within me for myself in this reality.

a troubled mind - noah kahan; i’ll keep this short, i’ve just never ever known peace in this reality. dead parents, terrible family, guilt for going to hogwarts before harry, etc. in true older sister fashion, i worry about everyone and everything.

cedar - gracie abrams; something about this song screams at me and i think it’s the bit where she sings “we both could die” repeatedly. i feel like the constant comparison to my parents will 100% trigger a fear of early death in me. also just because fred & i pine over each other for yearsssss lol.

count on me - ashe; honestly just applies to my dr friend group we are so incredibly close and i would do anything for them!! we are just such a tight knit group and we will 100% be in our 80’s apparating to each other’s home without warning for no particular reason.

in case you don’t live forever - ben platt; I have this deep, profound gratitude to everyone in this reality for simply existing. I’m not sure I’ll ever have the chance to tell the people I love here the depth of how important they are to me and this song just really reminded me of that.

[bloodmoonlich]

*From artists whose entire discography I've listened to multiple times through

[macaw-squawks]

names request themed around mice!

Requested by; 🌫🌲 anon

Hope this works anon! Pt 2 of your request here, themed them all around mice, Nature, and farms so they'd match the stimboard! :D let me know if you'd like any changes!

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Names

Cedar

Matilda

Theros

Aster

Basil

Maisy

Corey

Clement

Leif/leaf

Mosley

Zea

Meg

Bluebell

Maize

George

Tessa

Ren

Ferm

Mauz

[offrozenmemoirs]

In the depths of dreams, haunted by the influence of the lord of blood and the legacy of the Tempest, the prince of frost's imagination stirs already mounting tensions that he struggles to contain.

The hazy night brings the intimacy of bare heat caressing Makoto's back. Two hands rest on the dips of his shoulders. Oh, the dulcet hum tickles the back of his ear as he's compelled downward into accepted submission.

Her scent is all too familiar. It was of the trees he lost himself in when first finding her. The cedar forest surrounding the farmland still lingers over her person.

Before he realizes it, her hand pulls back his hair, tugging at it as she whispers into his ear, "Good boy."

Unprompted Asks || Accepting! @allthatisleftinthedark

Makoto's dreams were never a subject of discussion, mainly because he refused to admit what some of them could be about. He knows that if they weren't about all of his battles, or of better times with Robert, then they involved his party members. He doesn't necessarily hate that he's having these feelings, but...it could bring all sorts of complications for him to become involved with either of them, not that it had stopped him from pursuing both of them regardless. There's a difference in how he treats them in that regard, Perhaps he could be more physical with Orchidus, but there's an element of domination in their interactions, but Makoto was outwardly cold, at least publicly with him.

With Maisie...She had seen him in vulnerable moments, seen him question himself, comforted him and reassured him that he was more than a warrior. He still didn't believe that he was worthy of being loved, and yet...He wanted her to look his way, to let him devote himself to her. She was to be cherished in his eyes, and even if it might get him in trouble, he was willing to do whatever she asked of him, even when he didn't like it.

He murmurs softly in his sleep, tossing and turning, expression changing.

Within his dream, he finds himself staring up at one of the objects of his affection, golden eyes shining as she looks at him and he finds himself wanting to lean into her touch, though she walks around him, her hands moving to his shoulders. His tail twitches lightly in anticipation, and a shudder moves through his body at the feeling of her fingers in his hair. She always smelled of the forest, and it's become one of his favorite scents, and he always feels calm at her presence...At least as calm as he can when she's not holding one of his hands or he sits down to let her play with his hair.

Sometimes he feels so pathetic at how excited he is at the touch of another, at the desire that burns within his body, in the pit of his stomach like a smoldering flame. It's not until he feels a tug at his hair, that a whimpering moan leaves his lips.

"Good boy."

His tail thumps the ground in barely contained exuberance, and he closes his eyes, happy to let Maisie do whatever she pleased.

[Only for you.]

The words were unspoken, but it was true...Makoto would never let anyone else do the things to him that she could. His wings flexed slightly, and he hears an airy laugh leave the gnome's lips. Gods above, how her voice was music to his ears, and how he would do anything to hear her laughter and her praise.

Makoto feels another tug, at his hair, pulling his head back so that he's looking her in the eyes, and he feels his growing arousal straining against his pants. His tail thumps the ground once again, before it begins to coil around her leg.

"Patience, 'Koto. Keep being good and you'll get what you want."

Oh yes, Maisie Doscedar was a cruel mistress, making him wait, but for her...He would wait as long as she asked.

[clarabowmp3]

5 fave non Taylor heart break songs?

OOOHHHH I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH READY SET

History of man by Maisie peters (it is so TIMELESS. watch me sobbing to this when I’m 95 years old actually)

Idk if this counts but best by Gracie Abrams hits so hard as a self-sabotaging/self-destructive girlie and even if the song wasn’t written that way to ME it is also abt heartbreak (cedar is also rlly good and yes these 2 songs count as one option)

We can’t be friends (wait for your love)!!!! I even wrote a post abt (part of) why it makes me esp emo here

Writer in the dark by lorde!!! All of melodrama is amazing and this too like sorry I was never good like you!!! What’s not clicking!!!!!!!!

logical by olivia rodrigo and listen I will DIE defending the ‘2+2=5’ line like haven’t yall ever been so swept up by someone that you just excused wtv irrational behaviour they had??? The sky is green! The grass is red!! You mean all those words you said!!!!!!! IM SURE TAHT GIRL IS RLLY YOUR FRIEND PROBLEMS ARE ALL SOL. VA. BLÉ.

[raisy-archive]

✨️When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool)🎶

thank you mitali!! <3

1. pretty girls by reneé rapp

2. slut! by taylor swift

3. yoko by maisie peters

4. cedar by gracie abrams

5. no idea by muna

[halucynator]

when you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers :)

only 5???!??!!

1. cedar by gracie abrams

2. baby blue by xana

3. watch by maisie peters

4. champagne problems by taylor swift

5. moon song by phoebe bridgers

also ty to @waiting-down-the-hall-for-me @dcfcyay @trying-to-be-cool-abt-it @ghost-of-a-poet @theautistmwitch and @weeping-in-the-willows for also sending me this ily <33

[gracelesslady23]

Five songs on repeat

Thank you for the tag @strugglequill!!

Vertigo - Griff

Cedar - Gracie Adams

The Good Witch - Maisie Peters

Never-Ending Summer - Wes Reeve

You're Losing Me - Taylor Swift

(RL has been busy so I've lost track of tumblr and not sure who's done this so...)

Open tag!

[halucynator]

im joining bc. i want tooooo!!!

only 5??? damn i have too many that are MINE but specifically

1. want you back by maisie peters

2. falling behind by laufey

3. the grudge by olivia rodrigo

4. two people and cedar by gracie abrams (i cheated so what)

5. now that we dont talk by taylor swift

npt: @animallover4000 @foaming-sea @bleechella @bodybetters @loserdiaz @weeping-in-the-willows @theladyinwhite13 @kurtcobainsgreencardigan @dcfcyay @kissingtyrannicalheads @alltheliars @tiwtdafs + anyone else who wants to!!

Tagged by @icepickparty, thank you beloved Käärijä mutual! 💚🫶

Name 4 songs that you consider YOURS. Songs that no one else understands like you. Songs that they can try to pry from your cold dead hands:

"Mein Teil" by Rammstein <33 My genuine fav song of all time

"Life Eternal" by Mayhem

"Forced Gender Reassignment" by Cattle Decapitation

"Killing For Company" by Swans

Tagging @codedreams, @maddymoreau, @mnikhowozu, @a-wolf-in-bat-wings, @hongzhizhu, @xxs4d-b4st4rdxx and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it <3

[stardze]

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i included a full image this time, which is more zoomed in and easier to see; especially for this generation, which has 11 kids. i also updated the generation 1 kc with this also! 

i don’t think i can ever decide on a favorite child but i’m just gonna say the boys this generation really pulled through, i would name them but basically everyone except for fox. honey and cedar though!! ahh idk sage is also one of my favs, i thought i would like mint better but he grew on me yk? 

[ofmymuses]

꒰♡꒱ —  NAMES BY AESTHETIC.

part one of ??  ;  under the cut, you’ll find a bunch of name ideas based on different aesthetics  (academia, cottagecore, etc). if you find this post useful, please consider giving it a like / reblog so that i know ♡♡

academia—

agnes

archibald

bernard

beatrice

camille

carmelo

carmen

claude

esther

edward

frances / francis / francisco

guinevere

klaus

mathilda

maude

montgomery

norman

oliver

percy

simone

sylvester

thea

theodore / theodora

thomas

victor

violet

véronique

william

flowercore—

anemone

acacia

birch

blossom

basil

begonia

bryonia

cedar

cherry

clover

daisy

fern

flora

fleur

ginger

hawthorn

hyacinth

hollis

iris

jacinta

juniper

lavender

linden

lupin

lily

magnolia

marigold

maple

oakley

oleander

orchid

peony

petunia

primrose

posey

rosemary / rose

sage

sakura

tansy

tulip

yarrow

zinnia

cottagecore—

arthur

ambrose

august

beckett

brooks

cricket

cecilia

clementine

dorothy

eden

elliott

eloise

fauna

fleur

freddie

finch

georgia

gideon

grey / gray

greta

heidi

henry

harriet

harvey

ida

imogen

luna

linus

maisie

miles

mae

millie

milo

olive

ophelia

penelope

philippa

peter

river

rowan

rhys

simon

sawyer

shiloh

winston

wilder

wren

willow

[sincerelylaurel]

cottagecore character names

@writingwithacutlass on instagram

hello and welcome back to my page! i know all writers take extensive measures to choose the perfect name for each character, and we like to name them according to their aesthetic/vibes. that being said, here are some cottagecore names for your cottagecore characters! i sorted them into categories because why not. also, these can be for girls, boys, or gender neutral. i didn't categorize them into gender bc that always gets controversial and names can be given to anyone no matter their gender! :) enjoy!

flowers

magnolia, poppy, iris, dahlia, jasmine, daisy, azalea, lavender, rose, wisteria, marigold, violet

plants

sage, juniper, briar, flora, hazel, ivy, olive, forest, meadow, clementine, camellia, clover, holly, rosemary, heather, laurel

trees

willow, cedar, oakley, cyprus, aspen, asher, rowan, myrtle

seasons

summer, autumn, winter, june, august

nature

river, hazel, stone, forest, sky, aurora, storm, pearl, brooke

gems

opal, onyx, ruby, emerald, jasper, amber

animals

wren, fawn, finch, robin, raven

other

alden, lupin, archer, atticus, daphne, faye, maisie, ambrose, hunter, lysander, wilder, chloe, sylvia

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Cottagecore theme

more aesthetic based lists ^^

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Artemis

Aurora

Autumn

Apple

Billie/Billy

Briar

Bear

Berry

Barry/Barrie

Bunny/Bunnie/Bunni

Cyrus

Clover

Cedar

Cozy

Dahlia/Dalia

Daisy/Daisey

Daphne

Esme

Faye

Flora

Fawn

Finch

Forest

Hazel

Holly

Ivy

Iris

Juniper

Jesse/Jessie

June

Jasper

Lilac

Lavender

Lamb

Lamby/Lambie

Maisie

Millie

Mollie/Molly

Meadow

Mushroom

Olive

Oliver

Olivia

Opal

Oakley

Pearl

River

Ruth

Rue

Robin

Stevie

Sunny

Sage

Stone

Summer

Shroom

Strawberry

Winnie

Willow

Willa

Wren

Wisteria